Fragmented | Shigaraki Tomura x Reader

06; writhing

"What?"

You couldn't help the small crack that appeared in your voice. Yes, you could definitely admit that he was in much better spirits than usual, but this was not what you'd been expecting. Honestly, you never even thought someone like Shigaraki was interested in any of that. If he was, he could have forced himself onto you the very same day he'd first captured you, so why now?

"I said, kiss me," Shigaraki repeated, slight frustration apparent in his tone. "You said you didn't think I was ugly, so unless you were lying, you shouldn't have any problems doing this. Right?"

Your throat went dry. This wasn't a matter of physical attraction. It was the nature of what he was asking you to do. To kiss... him? A villain, and a murderer? Someone who'd extinguished life with his bare hands? It had nothing to do with being ugly or not. Even if he was the hottest guy alive, the notion alone would have still made you sick.

"I-I'm sorry," you stammered, though you certainly had no reason to be.

Shigaraki's eyes narrowed. "What the fuck are you sorry for? Are you saying you won't do it?"

"No, I'm just... surprised. You caught me off guard. I'll... do it."

The villain's expression relaxed, and for some reason it only made you feel that much more sick. It wasn't such a big deal. You needed to calm down. It was just a kiss. He was obviously inexperienced when it came to romance, and it wouldn't surprise you if he'd never done anything with a single person before.

Don't cry. It's just a kiss. Whatever you do, don't cry.

You inhaled sharply, braced your hands against Shigaraki's shoulders, and tilted your head up so that you could press your lips against his own.

At first, he was completely still, jolting slightly at the sensation. Your eyes were closed of course, though it was mainly to pretend like this wasn't actually happening, but if they had been open you were sure Shigaraki's expression would have been colored with shock. His lips weren't as dry as you'd been expecting, and his breath wasn't stale like you'd imagined it being. He certainly didn't put any effort into his appearance, but he appeared to have decent hygiene. From this close, he smelled vaguely of soap or deodorant, but nothing unpleasant.

The kiss only lasted a second. You couldn't hold out much longer, desperate to get it over with as quickly as possible. When you pulled back and opened your eyes, Shigaraki hadn't moved a muscle, and there was a distinct flush across his pale cheeks.

You swallowed. "Was that okay?"

"That was..." His blush deepened a bit more, but then he looked angry again. "It was too quick. Really seemed like you were trying to get it over with and out of the way. You call that a kiss?"

"I was just nervous," you lied. "I'm sorry."

"Enough with the fucking apologies," he muttered, and before you could get another word in, he'd grabbed you by the waist and crashed his lips against yours.

Now it was your turn to stiffen up, because this was nothing like the gentle, chaste kiss you'd presented him with just earlier. His lips were outright attacking yours, and his tongue plunged violently past your teeth, desperate to assert dominance over your own. It was clunky, and messy, and more than enough to tell you that you were the only person he'd ever kissed, but your mind was focused on something else altogether.

His hands. They were roaming all over your body, pinching at your waist and caressing the back of your thighs. If it was just a kiss, with anyone else, you would have been able to tolerate it, but you were vividly aware of the fact that this was Shigaraki, and the second all five of his fingers brushed by any part of your body, you were as good as dead.