Play Nice (Tomura Shigaraki x Reader)

Chapter 2: Awakening

"Ohhh yeah. That's real fucking nice."

She looked away, cheeks burning, unable to watch Shigaraki kneel down in front of her. Her hands trembled as she held her school skirt up for him, just as he'd ordered.

"But white panties?" he snorted, "Just who are you trying to fool?"

This was getting really old, really fucking fast. He'd already spent a good twenty minutes pawing at her chest like a monkey with a soccer ball. Squeezing and twisting and burying his face in with reckless abandon, all the while making those disparaging stupid little comments.

She had to hold back a whimper as he suddenly ran his thumb along her panty line.

"Hey." he spat, "Don't fucking look away."

She turned her head back down, staring blankly at his fingers swirling and prodding with abandon. If she just watched his hands, maybe she could pretend that they were attached to somebody else. It was a little easier to do now. He'd cut his nails since yesterday, albeit unevenly and right down to the nub.

Like he'd been expecting this to happen.

His middle finger stroked a particularly sweet spot, causing her to close her eyes with a sigh. She could work with this. If this was all she had to endure, maybe she could get through this experience without gagging.

"The fuck did I just say? Look me in the eye."

Her brows furrowed. She regretfully batted her eyes open. As slow as possible. Anything to delay the sight of the awful, arrogant red of his eyes.

Shigaraki grinned, wide and horrible. A juvenile little giggle slipped through the corners of his lips as he saw the indignation in her eyes.

"Oh come on, those can't be your bedroom eyes." he said, "Let me see the real look you give when all those jocks fuck you."

God, why did he keep saying shit like that? Calling her a slut, negging her about her "filthy little body" — about her sex life.

A sex life that if this incel bastard had any ability to understand body language or social dynamics, he'd realize was completely nonexistant. Of course, if the man had had any semblance of social intelligence, she probably wouldn't even be in this situation right now. Regardless, the fact remained:

She was a virgin.

And yet he continued, "Fuck are you this wet for everyone, or am I just special?"

"Oh you're special alright." she spat, "You fucking freak."

Shigaraki's eyes narrowed, "You know, I think we should put that mouth of yours to better work."

He flopped back into his floor rocker, man-spreading wide and expectant. Her nose crinkled as she looked at the stretch of floor in between his legs — that grimey, crusty looking carpet that she was positive would rival a Jackson Pollock under a black light. She could feel her stomach churning at the idea of touching it already, and that was without Shigaraki's cock in her mouth.

"Hurry up!"

She glared at him, "I... I'm not touching that floor."

Shigaraki snorted, "Don't be cute. I'm positive you've sucked dick on worse."

"I haven't." she deadpanned.

Shigaraki started to scratch at his neck, quickly growing annoyed, "You wanna be picky? Fine, pick where you want to bend over and I'll fuck you in the ass and be done with it."

Her chest tightened. There was really no getting out of this, she knew that already. But whatever hope she had of having even a semblance of control over this situation, of maintaining even a shred of dignity — it all evaporated into thin air.