FUTURE QUEEN % tomura shigaraki

FIFTEEN*

CHAPTER FIFTEEN : BUT HONEY, THAT D WAS 11 INCHES

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the more time you spent with shigaraki, the more he opened up to you. you guys talked about everything from villany to tv shows and everything in between. you binged ninjago together because the netflix account he hacked into had severe parental restrictions and kids shows were the only thing available. everytime he yelled at the TV in frustration and hurled insults at the lego characters, you couldn't contain your laughter. underneath his great burden, he was such a nerd. a very cute nerd.

what you didn't know is that he does that just to hear your bells of laughter. okay, maybe a part of him was actually annoyed by the characters, but he certainly played it up a bit to see that pretty smile on your face. there was a certain pride in knowing he was the one making you laugh.

fast forward another week or so, you were on the bed laying on your stomach, kicking your feet back and forth as you browsed the catalogue of shows.

the lines in your relationship were still blurry. they hadn't been defined past that stupid 'co-workers with benefits' label shigaraki came up with. but with how volatile he was, and with how new it was for him, you wanted him to come to that realization on his own.

it was so hard, though. you practically spent every waking moment together. you ate together, slept together, played games together... it was supposed to be casual, but you failed a long time ago. you really liked him, even worse, you craved him, but his boundaries were clear and you wanted to respect them.

"did you find something?" shigaraki asked, slamming the door behind him with a kick of his foot. he carried a bag of popcorn with him, already snacking on the steaming buttery goodness. where he got it, you could only imagine.

"not really." you answered curtly, moving over so he could climb on the bed beside you.

it was really hard. shigaraki didn't think he was attractive, but that couldn't be further from the truth. whenever you looked at him you swore you heard the song 'emo boy' blasting in your head. because he did look so sick, like he was dying. and if you thought he wasn't hot, then you'd be lying. he might not look like he gets bitches...

you shook the thought from your head. even just his hands were hot. long and slender, frigid to the touch. he was more assertive when handling you now, and more often than not he was squeezing the plushness of your sides and thighs like they were his personal stress balls.

you were aware he was experimenting. making up for years of lost time. but he wasn't making it easy for you to keep your control. the man was all over you. what did he expect?

"those lego shits it is, then." he shrugged. you put on the next episode in the series, tossing the remote to the side and shifting next to him, grabbing some popcorn from the bag.

you began to relax and get caught up in the hijinks of the show when his hand landed on your thigh. he caressed your skin, gliding up and down and up, up, up. surely he knew what he was doing. you sat tensely, resisting the urge to squeeze your legs together.

he absentmindedly leaned over, his head resting against your shoulder. firm hands secured your waist, yanking you closer to him. you bit back a surprised squeak when his fingers slipped under the hem of your t-shirt, playing with the softness of your stomach. your body was overlapping half of his torso, his nose buried into the crook of your neck.

your eyes fluttered shut when you felt his coarse lips brush the nape of your neck. but then they snapped open. you cleared your throat, tucking your knees up a bit and scooting away from him. you curled up into yourself, as if that would stop the heat in your body from spreading.