Her Forgotten ~Tomura Shigaraki x OC AU~

Chapter 19: In His Lair Pt 2

**Mature content ahead – reader discretion advised**

Illika

He lays me gently on the mattress.

So softly. So delicately. Kissing me deeply as he does so. His lips move with mine, our breaths practically falling in time. Almost in sync. So naturally and effortlessly. I breathe out and he breathes in. Flawless.

His gloved fingertips trace my body, pulling my straps down until my collarbone is fully exposed, at which he peppers sweet kisses. He kisses down my chest and between my breasts. His lips feel so soft against my skin, and his breath is so warm. It sends chills down my spine. I shiver.

He tugs, pulling at my top, lowering it once more until it is around my waist, completely freeing my chest, then pulls me closer. His hands find the small of my back, holding me as his lips latch onto my neck. I cock my head back, arching my back and pressing my chest against his.

It could be in my head – it probably is in my head – but I think I can feel his heartbeat. It is steady but strong, each beat knocking firmly at his sternum. Almost like a drum. I like the way it feels. It feels like the way that first breath of spring does. Peaceful and exciting all at once.

I wonder if he can feel mine. Does he notice? Can he feel how hard it beats? Can he hear it in the way I breathe? Can he tell by the way my cheeks flush? What about my body?

He kisses my neck again, sucking as he gently grazes the skin. Chills run the length of my spine. The sweet kisses feel so good. Everything about them is intoxicating, but not enough to lead me astray because I remember what it is I want.

Slowly, I pull away, breaking him from me, and creating a distance between our bodies. The cold air rushes, filling the space and touching where skin once touched skin. I already miss it, but as my eyes meet his, I swallow my sorrow.

"No," I say, pulling away. I climb, kneeling in front of him as he observes me.

He lifts an eyebrow. "No, as in you don't want to do this, or...?"

I observe this man in front of me, taking in every bit that is him. The ivory skin is adorned with jagged scars. Some are deep and some are superficial, but all are etched into his skin like stone carvings in giant gray rocks. They move, rising and falling with each breath he draws, begging for me to touch them, but it is his eyes I melt in.

It's the same as any other time. They are bright and brilliant, gleaming in the fleeting light, only intensified by the growing shadows. Hot like seared iron, and oh, so intense. However, even with all that, I still see that bit that most overlook.

I can see the longing and begging.

I smile, taking his hands in mine. "Of course, I do. I want this more than you know."

"But?"

"But I've waited too damn long and patiently to just do it as we have all the other times."

He lifts his brow again. "We're not doing it like all those times." He motions around. "Don't you see where we are? We're in my room."

I chuckle. "Admittedly, the location is new – and I like it very much – but the location has never been the issue." My eyes fall to his torso, watching as he breathes. Those scars call to me. I reach over, brushing my fingertips along them. "I've waited too long for this to do it that way."

He glimpses at my hand, then back at me. "Then what do you want to do?"

My lips curl as I lean close, whispering in his ear. "This."