FUTURE QUEEN % tomura shigaraki

SIXTEEN*

CHAPTER SIXTEEN : (DON'T PERCEIVE ME)

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prove it.

hey. you were never one to shy from a challenge.

you grabbed him by the collar and yanked him forward. he barely had time to react before your lips crash against his, a forceful, desperate thing that was more fight than anything. you were usually so sweet and soft with him—that was all gone now. it was messy, all teeth and heat, a clash of frustration and want.

for a second, he froze, like he couldn't believe you actually did it. but then he growls low in his throat and grabbed you back. he's never kissed anyone before, but his enthusiasm makes up for his lack of experience. his hands clutched at you, rough and frantic, nails digging into your skin like he's afraid you'll try to slip away again.

"fuck—" he mutters against your mouth, but you don't let him finish. you push him back until his spine hits the wall, pressing into him, feeling the way his breath stutters.

he's so cute it hurts.

"do you get it now?" you hum against his lips.

"yeah," he breathed softly.

"i like you so much it makes me stupid. no prey drive needed."

and you're right. because this was all too familiar to him, an echo of the first night you sparred against him. except this was all you. all you and all him.

his stomach flipped. "yeah."

his grip tightened like a vice. his forehead dropped against yours, his breath ragged and uneven. "you—" he started, but whatever insult he's about to spit out dies before it leaves his lips. instead, he decides he needs your lips more than he needs oxygen, and he pulls you in again.

because at the end of the day, neither of you were good at talking. but this... this, you both understood.

you let him take your breath away. let him crush his mouth against yours, rough and unpracticed. he's wasn't smooth about it—his teeth caught on your bottom lip, his breath shuddered against your cheek. his hands couldn't stay still, grabbing at your waist, your back, your clothes.

he gripped your love handles, bruisingly so, before curling both arms fully around you, clumsily pulling you closer, if that was even possible.

you giggle when you pulled away, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and licking your lips of his saliva. "you're cute."

he glared at you through his blushing face. "wha—"

he yelped when you pulled him off the wall, ushering him to the bed. his calves caught on the edge of the bed and he tumbled down, his back against the mattress. in his fantasies, he was the one taking charge of everything, but having you manhandle him was even hotter than anything he imagined.

you almost instantly climb over him, melting on top of his lap and hugging one of his thighs between your legs and devouring his lips like you were on a time limit. it was a messy clash of teeth, but his ineptitude was nowhere near enough to deter your desire. you pressed harder against him with a needy mewl.

tomura's eyes squeezed tighter, so hard he was seeing colors behind his eyelids, the sound only making his heart pound faster. his touches grew more insistent as his mouth continued to devour yours as best he could. his hands were gripping your hips tightly, dragging you further up his leg.

you released his lips with a pop. you tucked your head into the curve of his shoulder, breathing shakily against his ear. "tomura," you whined into his neck.

holy shit. your voice was enough to send shigaraki into oblivion. his chest was rising and falling rapidly, his hands shaking at your hips.

you didn't mind his nervousness one bit.

you kissed him until he was drunk on your lips, until you were breathing each other's air, dizzy and languid as you grew comfortable in each other's arms. it wasn't hard to doze off after that. in that moment, neither of you minded staying a tangle of limbs for the rest of time.