FUTURE QUEEN % tomura shigaraki

THIRTY SEVEN

(rewritten)

CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN : FUTURE KING

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you woke up to the feeling of tomura still wrapped around you, his body pressed against yours like a warm, heavy weight. the sheets cocooned you both, hiding you from the sharp rays of the sunrise. his skin was slick with sweat, the heat between your bodies nearly suffocating yet strangely comforting, the kind of heat that made you like you were in an out-of-body experience. the only sound was his steady breathing as you both sank deeper into the shared warmth of the bed, your bodies desperately trying to catch up on rest.

as if sensing you were waking, a soft knock came at the door. you debated whether leaving tomura's arms was worth whatever was at the door. his arms around you felt like they were made of iron, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. but you knew today was important for him, figuring it best to answer the door.

carefully weaving your way out of tomura's arms, you groggily carried yourself to the door and opened it. meeting you was redestro, a couple of hangars draped across his arm. he was still battered from the fight, using a wheelchair to get around.

"ah, the missus." he handed you the articles of clothing, bowing his head slightly. "the rest of the league of villains might drop by as well. please get changed before noon. our ceremony will begin then."

"yeah. thanks." you closed the door and stretched your arms behind your neck. you glanced over at tomura, still lost in slumber. all you could see was his messy baby blue hair and his back sprawled across the bed, looking so tempting.

you glanced at the clothes he'd be wearing-black, with a fluffy-collared cape, a tie, everything sharp and formal. you couldn't help but picture him in it. the thought made something in you stir. he'd look incredible. something about the clean, polished outfit feeling so at odds with the chaos that always seemed to swirl around him made heat rise to your cheeks, and you shook your head, trying to focus.

giddiness took over as you hung the clothes and skipped back to tomura, gently shaking him awake. "tomu. wake up, baby. you have to see this." you giggled as he groaned and rolled over, uncovering his head from under the piles of sheets.

"what is it?" he asked, his voice gravelly and raspy. you pressed a kiss to his forehead and he tilted his head upwards to keen into your affection. you smoothed his hair away from his eyes and cooed at him to wake up soon, deciding to surprise him with the outfit instead.

shigaraki didn't pursue you after you scuttled away from him, murmuring excitedly. he just buried his nose back into a nearby pillow, sighing deeply. how did everything turn around so quickly? it seemed like just yesterday he was fighting to keep his head above the waves while paving the way for his league. how did that bitch doctor like him now? he got the throne and the girl. he smiled, his feelings sorted out and mind at ease.

"y/n?" he called for you, voice drowsy and muffled by the pillow. he wanted you near him, now. it'd been two minutes already. "y/n?"

"one second!" you chirped back and his heart fluttered at the joy in your voice. you were so cute. but what were you up to? he was tempted to hop off the bed and find you but you emerged from the bathroom before he could raise his head off the pillow.

"so, how do i look?"

"pretty." he answered, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

he heard you sigh and repeat, "you didn't even look."

he sat up and got off the bed, rolling his shoulders and crossing his arms across his chest to stretch as he bumped into a wall in his stupor. a full night of sleep and he was still exhausted. he turned to you lazily, eyes still closed to block out the midday sunlight. "i already told you."

"tomura, look." you said firmly and he opened his sleepy eyes to focus on you. one glance was all it took to render him fully awake. his eyes narrowed as he took you in, and you could practically feel the change in him. his lazy movements stopped as his gaze sharpened, a quiet hunger starting to show. you didn't have to ask anymore. he was looking at you now, really looking.

the dress clung to you in all the right places, the fabric just loose enough to suggest what was underneath, leaving enough to the imagination. but for him, who was well acquainted with all parts of you, was already hot and bothered. He was speechless for a moment, his thoughts stumbling to catch up.

"like it?" you asked, your voice sweet but dripping with a teasing confidence.

his breath hitched, a barely-there rasp in his voice as he tried to speak. "i like it." his eyes wandered over your body again, sharper this time. he swallowed thickly, and his hands clenched at his sides.

you smiled coyly, moving toward him slowly, each step deliberate. his gaze followed you, pupils blown as his body stiffened. "really?" you pressed, standing so close you could feel the heat radiating off him.

he exhaled heavily, his head tilting to the side as he reached for you, hand gripping your face and pulling you closer. his lips met yours forcefully. you didn't pull away. you let him take the kiss, hands trailing up his chest and settling on his shoulders.

his grip on your face fell to your waits, fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you against him, his body flush against yours. you felt the hunger in him, like he couldn't get enough.

when he pulled away you could see the wildness in his eyes, the raw need. "like I said," he murmured, voice low, "pretty. pretty fuckin hot too."

you couldn't stop the smile that spread across your face or the warmth that spread through your chest. you let out a soft laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling his pulse beat wildly under your fingertips.

"okay, okay," you hummed, but the fire in your eyes didn't go unnoticed.

his grin was all teeth, very possessive, his fingers brushing along your skin like he was trying to claim every inch. "i'm king now, aren't i?" he said, voice thick with both pride and something darker.

"yeah, you are." you smiled.