Touch Starved (Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!OC)

IX: GOOD GIRL ✧*

This chapter contains a sex scene and 18+ graphic language!

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"A reward?" I ask, blinking in confusion.

"Sure. Something to make you feel better." He walks over to the bed and sits on the edge, one hand snaking up the back of my head and gripping my hair. I would be suspicious but I see he's wearing the gloves and that alone fills me with an eager ache.

"You worked so hard today, are you tired?"

He asks me in such a patronizing tone, as if he didn't force me into this state. But the question made me feel really good inside, like he was praising me. I nod a little too eagerly than I'd have liked. This makes Tomura chuckle, his devious grin softening as the crimson eyed villain leans towards my ear, whispering.

"Then why don't you let me do the work now, and help you out?"

I was so affixed on the hand that now gripped my neck that I jumped when his other hand slipped between my thighs. Grabbing and squeezing my inner thighs to his satisfaction. My core starts to burn. But what really is arousing me is his face. He still looks like he wants to eat me alive but his smile is so soft. It confuses me and makes my body tingle.

He pushes me further back on the bed, his presence looming over me like a threat. He squeezes my neck tighter until my lips part and my tongue slips out. I can feel my pussy tingle when he leans in and sucks my tongue, pulling it out and exploring my mouth in the most obscene way. His breath, his hands on my thighs, the sensation nothing compared to nights ago and yet I'm already wet and trembling.

"Tired girls must be eager, huh. I'll keep that in mind," he says as his hands inch towards my heat, his middle finger stopping to just brush over my panties. I'm breathing heavy and melting into his grip while he studies my every action - looking for ways to ruin me harder.

He finds one when he slides off my panties, and forcing my legs apart, slaps the inside of both thighs. I moan out giving him just what he wanted. His hands grip my ankles, keeping me spread open with no touch. I feel so exposed and my need only burns hotter. I squirm in a pathetic attempt to resist but he just pushes my legs back further, spreading me open for him. He alternates between looking at my needy pussy and then staring at my face. I'm burning up all over.

"Does my good girl want her reward?"

"Yes Tomura, fuck, please" I whine with begging eyes. He spits down onto my pussy, the line of drool the only sensation I've had - I buck my hips up. Using his thumb, he rubs the wetness into my clit, deep circles that make me throw my head back in pleasure. Not skipping a beat he slides his first 2 fingers inside me and fucks me. Moving in and out, his thumb brushes my clit whenever he pumps deep. I'm whimpering but motionless, paralyzed with pleasure and exhausted from yesterday.

"So slutty, you take it so well don't you."

I can't even nod. He picks up the pace with his fingers fucking deeper until he curls them up hitting that sweet spot. He stays there for a bit and pays attention to my clit. Rubbing his thumb back and forth while I writhe and hump, desperate for movement.

To my disappointed whine, he pulls his hand away to unbutton his pants and take his hard length out. I'm shaking with need. He really knows how to get me desperate. Or maybe I'm just so easy for him.

He lines his cock up with my entrance and before sliding in he looks at me with soft eyes, "Are you my good girl?"

"Yes Tomura."

"Well then good girls get fucked." He thrusts fully into me, my need piquing and my pussy tightening around him. He fucks me hard into his mattress - one hand on my throat and the other on my hip. He's not that big a guy but it feels impossible to escape his grip if I wanted to. His weight pressing me down and squeezing breathy moans out of me.

His crimson eyes grow darker with each pump, my hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. I want to cum. I need it. With sloppy thrusts Tomura's thickness spreads me open and I feel it twitch, just ready to lose it himself. We don't break eye contact when he orders me to cum. I moan out and leak all over him. He's soon to follow as he fills me up making me even more of a mess.

We're moaning and heaving in ecstasy, but when Tomura tucks himself back into his pants I'm left feeling like the whore. A naked whimpering mess covered in cum as he stands there with jeans on, staring at me. The humiliation could almost give me another orgasm.

He reads my mind, barely allowing me to catch my breath before rubbing that thumb over my clit and pumping 2 fingers back in.

"Aw did you think I was done with you?" he smirks.

Pumping his cum deeper, his fingers move fast. Besides my moans, the room is filled with the wet sound of him pumping into me.

"No please it's too much- I can't-"

Tomura smiles as he finger fucks me into another orgasm. His other hand shoving fingers in my mouth so that I can't look away from him. He pulls my head down with fingers hooked in my throat and makes me watch myself cum on his hands.

I feel tingly like I'm seeing stars, my dazed eyes rolling in the back of my head. I'm limp against the mattress depleted of all energy and dignity. Tomura hovers over me looking pleased with himself.

"I can just as easily hurt you as I can make you cum. Always remember that, pretty girl"