fucking loser | shigaraki x oc x dabi

[part 6]

Shigaraki had no control over the whimpers and mewls leaking through his parted lips. He knew the squelch of each stroke was getting louder as his cock spurted small amounts of precum. He thrusted into his hand relentlessly, zeroing in on the video on his computer screen.

Two women and one man were crowded on a bed in a dimly lit bedroom. One woman had the man's arms pinned down and laid on his back while the other woman spread his knees and pushed them close to his chest, bottoming out deep inside him with a bright pink strap-on.

Shigaraki replaced the actors in the video with himself, Dabi, and Ramona when he closed his eyes. He would be in the middle, Ramona would be fucking him, and Dabi would be holding him down.

He imagined Ramona's nails digging into his hips and indenting crescent marks, making a show of just how much she had power over him. Maybe she'd gag him, or maybe Dabi would gag him with his–

"Ngh~!"

He covered his mouth as soon as that moan came out of his mouth. He needed to be quiet before Dabi found him at the desk furiously jacking off.

Maybe he wanted his best friend to see. He should see the mess he made of Shigaraki after all of the taunting over the years.

He would never admit this to anyone, but his humiliation kink worsened since the femoid came into Dabi's—and by proxy, Shigaraki's—life, especially when Ramona and Shigaraki's class schedules started to align.

Every single fucking day, Ramona would flaunt her disgusting purpled hickeys from several quickies in her car with her boyfriend or flash her Stacy body in minuscule clothing, distracting Shigaraki from many important lectures. Her fake cutesy voice scraped against his eardrums. Her hooded eyes gazed at him like he was the scum of the earth. Her claws sunk into his pale flesh like the soul-sucking, sex-addicted, bimbo female she was.

And Shigaraki fucking yearned for more.

He tried to cope the best ways he knew how: trekking through forums for solutions and feeding his porn addiction. The forums offered nothing but violence and self-defeatism, and his usual material didn't give him the same buzz as before. Ramona the fucking slut Delaney majorly blueballed him. Then he discovered something: if Shigaraki thought about Ramona once while jerking off, his orgasm intensified and made him prematurely ejaculate.

That ruined everything for him; the only way Shigaraki could cum was Ramona for a while. Then the night of the party when he came home escalated the whole thing. Hallucinations were new for Shiggy, but he couldn't say he didn't enjoy the one he had the night he came home from that frat party.

All of it sickened him to the core. Shigaraki wanted to acknowledge that scorching sensation in his stomach harboring shame for masturbating while thinking of his best friend's girlfriend who was nearby and could walk in the room any moment. He wanted to stop and eliminate the risk of being caught.

On the flip side, if he got caught, he would let Touya and Ramona have their way with him until he couldn't think for himself. He needed to be railed without mercy. He needed every hole filled to the brim until the oxygen in his body was depleted. He needed to be drained. Who better than the two assholes who never failed to push him over the edge every interaction?

He twisted and flicked his wrist with expert pacing, coating his cock in his precum for extra lube as he jerked himself along. His tongue was dangling out of his mouth, his breath in dog pants and his drool spilling out from the side. His eyes were no longer focused on anything, not even the video. Only his imagination floated past, and he couldn't be any more disappointed that it wasn't real and he wasn't jacking off but rather someone else was. Pant after pant, moan after whimper, he could feel that familiar coil in his stomach, his abdomen contracting and twitching as he came closer and closer to orgasm.