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Shigaraki was accustomed to being alone. Growing up, he only had himself; more isolated than his peers, so living alone in adulthood was no different. He thought he would be used to not having anyone by his side, and for the most part, he was, but sometimes that ugly feeling of emptiness and sorrow reared its head. Making itself known with the feeling that he was too lonely. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but oftentimes- more often than he would like, he desired companionship, but he never acted upon it in fear of being hurt.
Until he had the bright idea to find a roommate. It was baby steps. He could find someone to coexist with, and maybe. Just maybe their roommate status could evolve into something more. Even if it didn’t, the idea of sharing his space with someone else made him feel a little less lonely inside.
While Shigaraki could afford the space all on his own. A roommate would help split the financial burden and that was a plus in his eyes. So, Shigaraki started his search, looking for a financially responsible person to coexist with. Then you came along, waxing poetic about how good of a roommate you were. Never late on rent, always had your share, and was willing to help out as needed which checked the only two requirements he held.
He didn’t have a particular person in mind, but once he saw you, he wasn’t opposed to bestowing you with the title of roommate. First impressions were everything, and you exceeded his expectations. You were kind, even to him which was rare.
Another plus was Shigaraki’s attraction to you. It shouldn’t have mattered, but you were pretty. So pretty, leaving him hanging off every word you said. If your paths had not crossed, he would have never dreamed that he would have the chance to talk with you. But that didn’t matter. Not with the way you responded to him, making him feel seen and heard. He felt drawn like you were a beacon. There to save him from the darkness that slowly crept around him, and just one of your smiles aimed at him would be enough to fill the gaping emptiness in his life.
Despite having other inquiries about his vacancy he immediately went with you, not giving it a second thought.
The arrangement went well the first month. Better than he expected. You were like a breath of fresh air, making life a little less lonely for him. Regularly, you invited Shigaraki to join you on outings, always making sure to include him while being respectful of his boundaries. You didn’t get upset when he declined. You simply promised to tell him all about the events once you returned. While Shigaraki wanted to build a relationship with you, he was hesitant. Afraid of scaring you off if he showed just how eager he was to be in your company. But your continued efforts and enthusiasm eased his worries that this was merely one-sided, and slowly he started to accept your invitations, and he found himself regretting the times he didn’t.
And true to your word, you sent your half of the rent on time. Also taking it upon yourself to cook for Shigaraki as well since his diet consisted entirely of prepackaged meals and fast food. But that changed once you came along. Shigaraki repeatedly objected, telling you you didn't have to tend to him. But you brushed him off, claiming that it was no trouble at all and that you enjoyed being doting, and eventually the frequency of his grumbling ceased.
This time, you were short when the first of the month rolled around again. Shigaraki didn’t take it to heart, he could feel your guilt based on the frequent apologies and assurances you gave. Profusely promising to make it up to him, but he shrugged you off, claiming it wasn’t that big of a deal. If it were anyone else, his reaction would have differed, but he had a soft spot for you, and maybe you knew. Maybe he wasn’t as discreet as he hoped, but he didn’t linger on that. So he simply reassured you and covered what you couldn’t and fell back into the new groove you set.
But it was the same song and dance of him having to cover you the following month. In response, your efforts around the apartment increased as you tended to Shigaraki to make up for the money he has had to spend to help you. Once again, Shigaraki was lenient, hoping that was the last time before you were good to stand on your own. But the cycle continued, and Shigaraki’s leniency dwindled.
You could feel him retreating into his shell. Not wanting to spend time with you as much as before and guilt swarmed you. The time you spent together was something you looked forward to just as much as Shigaraki as he opened up and allowed you to befriend him, but you ruined it.
When it seemed like Shigaraki was close to coming around again. Your money issues brought him back to reality, especially when you didn’t have anything to contribute, leaving him to pay the rent on his own.
Shigaraki’s mind got ahead of himself and he couldn’t help but feel like you were using him. That this was a ruse right from the beginning. That you didn’t care about him or even want to be his friend. You simply needed a place to stay, and you were going to do whatever it took. Even if that meant milking the poor loser for all he had.
Shigaraki vowed to not allow himself to be used anymore, so you had one more chance before the bottom fell out. One more chance to get your act together and to prove that this wasn’t a scheme and that you actually cared for him. As soon as the deadline was set, Shigaraki already had doubt in his heart. But he clung to a tiny sliver of faith, hoping that you were capable of surprising him and that your budding relationship wasn’t just a ploy for you to get ahead.
But when the next month rolled around, and you started your woe-is-me spiel he couldn’t care less. The few memories of your time together that he clung to were not enough to turn a blind eye.
He didn’t even let you finish. He abruptly cut you off with a wave of his hand, chuckling to himself at how blind he was to your deceptiveness. He was tired of hearing the pitiful excuses you always seemed to have. Your pretty face had him fooled into believing that your actions were genuine, but you were just using him as a means to an end. Despite his better judgment, he wasn’t going to kick you out. He hated to admit it, but in the short amount of time you had spent together, he had grown accustomed to your presence, and he couldn’t fathom going your separate ways. So maybe your ploy worked in your favor after all. In the end, he was still looking out for you; too dependent and weak to cut all ties.
“You can’t afford to live here. Can you?” He asked even though he knew the answer.
The biting straightforwardness in his tone made you take a step back, thinking of a way to dig yourself out of this hole. But the irritation clear on his face had you cutting the dramatics and simply responding, “No.”
His stare showed he already knew the answer, but that didn’t make him any less annoyed. “So you were looking for a free ride? For someone to take care of you?” He snapped. His frustration from believing that you were actually interested in getting to know him bubbled to the surface. He was upset at himself too. For letting his guard down and allowing himself to be tricked. He shook his head in disbelief. You were no better than everyone else.
You bypassed his accusations.
“I promise that this wasn’t a trick.” You practically begged, hoping he saw the truth in you. “I saw your ad, and I was desperate. I had nowhere else to go. I don’t have any friends or family, and I knew it was a bit pricey, but I thought I could scrounge up the money. I just never thought I would fall this far behind.” You finished teary-eyed, feeling sorry for yourself.
“I’m sorry,” you wrung your hands together, looking away from him. “I regret not telling you sooner, but I didn’t know how, and I doubt you would have chosen me had you known.”
Your confession hung in the air as Shigaraki contemplated whether he believed you. He eyed you, taking you in as if he had a built-in lie detector, gauging the truthfulness of your confessions.
“Well,” He broke the silence and budding tension. “If you’re going to live here. You need to put in some more work. The cooking and cleaning is nice and all, but not nearly enough for covering all the rent.”
You couldn’t argue there. Housework was the least you could do considering the amount of times Shigaraki had to swoop in and save you. Anyone else and you would’ve been on the street already. You were indebted to him, and you still felt guilty. You wanted to right your wrongs and make things right again. “Like what?”
Shigaraki stared you down, eyes trailing your figure, setting the stage for what he planned to say, “I get to fuck you whenever I want.”
His proposition slid off his tongue, smoother than ever like it was the most reasonable arrangement in the world. Your stomach twisted as you took a wary step back, creating much-needed space. You were a second away from protesting, outraged at his audacity. Until he continued speaking, fanning the flames of your anger.
“I’ve already covered for you, and I’ll keep doing so, but only if you give me something else. Then you won’t have to worry your pretty little head about how you’re gonna make ends meet.” He shrugged before continuing. “I think that’s fair considering you get to live here rent free without the weight of bills on your shoulders.”
The casualness and ease Shigaraki spoke with chilled you to your core. How was he able to come up with such an insane proposition and not bat an eye? He didn’t even have the decency to look ashamed or to offer an alternative solution once he saw your reaction.
Had he been ruminating on this, waiting for the right moment to ambush you?
He stepped closer, and when you didn’t cower in fear or disgust he couldn’t help but exude smugness. Your lack of reaction screamed just how desperate and pliable you were. A more sensible person would’ve headed for the hills, cursing him on their way out as soon as those words left his lips, but you were quite the opposite as you mulled over his words. Thoughts filtering through your head at such a rapid pace. His hand rested on your hip, caressing your flesh in what he thought came off as soothing but instead showed what he wanted from you.
“I thought we were friends,” you mumbled, meeting his eyes, mistrust and disbelief reflecting in yours. You knew you messed up. You were far from innocent, but neither was he.
His reply was quick, “And friends help each other out.”
“Who else would be as generous as me?” He questioned, staring at you for a moment too long. His stare gave way to the thoughts swirling behind his eyes as he watched you while you looked everywhere but at him. But no amount of ignoring would allow you to tune out his foreboding footsteps as he circled you like easy prey.
His breath tickled your nape, and his hands found themselves attached to your waist. Moist lips brushed your skin, warming you up to the idea of what was bound to happen. “All you have to do is open your legs, and everything else will be taken care of.” He stated so simply, like this was the easiest decision you would ever face. Like the answer was clear-cut because it was in his eyes. He had been nothing but nice to you despite your ulterior motives, so why not return the favor? He resumed his ministrations, indulging himself as his lips pressed into your skin so gently, juxtaposing the vulgarity of his proposal.
“But how would that even work,” you questioned, biting onto the hook he threw. The uncertainty in your voice was thick as molasses as you struggled to make sense of this arrangement.
“Simple. Whenever I call, you come running.”
Then his lips were on you again as if your continued stalling was an interruption to his actions. “What if I change my mind? Then what?”
“Then that’ll be the end.”
His explanation seemed clear enough, but you couldn’t bring yourself to finalize the deal and accept his proposition.
But that meant nothing to him. Your interest spoke volumes. If you were going to say no, you would’ve already. Yet, you were settled in his arms while his touch traced every inch of your body and you made no move to stop him. You didn’t push him away or curse him like he previously expected. You were simply putty in his hands, malleable and receptive to anything he wanted.
So he had no qualms in redirecting you to the couch.
As expected, you went along, shuffling your feet as he moved you to follow his lead.
Every nerve in your body protested, but your fight or flight response failed to activate. You were frozen. Unable to fully think everything over since Shigaraki practically answered for you. Your mouth gaped, opening and closing on silent wishes you couldn’t voice. Not knowing where to start or what to say in defense as your supposed friend pressed you onto the sofa. His body covered yours, and your hands flew to his chest. The only sign of your nervous system working properly, but that was the extent. There was no force behind your motions as your hands simply rested against his breastplate, hoping to keep him at bay.
But he was preoccupied, spreading your legs, uncaring when a limb hit the back of the couch before he settled his weight between your thighs.
His air of confidence suffocated you, tightening your chest as his sense of surety grew while he adjusted you ‘til dewy brown skin cradled his waist. Moving about as if nothing could possibly rain on his parade.
You couldn't believe the person before you was someone you’d coexisted with over the past few months. Everything about him was different. Gone was the nice and reserved guy you enjoyed spending time with as you coaxed him out of his shell to open up and accept the friendship you both wanted. Now you wished you could go back in time. That you never met him or that your decisions wouldn’t lead to this. You knew there was no going back. What was left of your relationship had crumbled once his proposal came forth.
Your hand placement was long forgotten and completely ignored as he boxed you in. Hovering over you and watching the multitude of emotions that flittered over your face. Each one taking priority before being overtaken by a more pressing feeling. He stared, tasting the nervousness that rolled off you in waves, and he couldn’t help the way his cock twitched. You were even prettier up close, and he grew harder at the closeness you shared.
His lips brushed your ear, “all you have to do is lie here, and I’ll take care of the rest.” He repeated from earlier, willing you to a state of conformity.
But the persistent feeling remained and intensified once you felt the brush of his hips into yours. Shigaraki held himself above you, pressing his hips directly onto yours. Grinding into your core, slotting your lower halves together as a sign of what was to come. Your heavenly warmth called to him from the shorts you wore which was the only thing protecting you. And this was just the beginning as he rubbed his groin into you, seeking out your cunt through the layers that warded him off.
“Wait.”
His movements didn’t cease as he moved his gaze towards you, giving you half of his attention before his eyes fluttered between your legs to a more pressing concern.
Your fear was tangible as you shook your head. “I don’t- I don’t think I can do this.”
“You can trust me.” He cut in, stopping your cagey tirade before you could begin. The old Shigaraki reared its head to calm you down. “We can try just this once and if you don’t like it. We’ll stop.” He remedied, slipping your shorts off along with his words. Immediately cupping your center once you were bare, dragging his finger along your damp lips before splitting you down the middle. Earnestly spreading you to massage your clit before you found the strength to object again. His touch strove to ease the swirling thoughts and doubts floating around in your pretty head and silenced the pressing objections you wanted to voice.
His fingers splayed against your skin, petting your slick flesh. He ignored the way your body shifted beneath his. Nervous energy spewed from you as you tried to escape from under him, but he didn’t care. He rubbed your budding clit as he kissed the span of your sensitive neck.
Sticky strands of arousal caught onto his fingers despite the refusal on your tongue. He spread your legs further, touching you more intimately before his lips joined the fray. His lips worked alongside his fingers, sucking at your skin, sure to leave embarrassing marks in his wake. As a reminder of what transpired even after the deed was done. Your body trembled like a leaf blowing in the wind, but no amount of fidgeting stopped him. He followed your every move like a game of cat and mouse. Always a step ahead to block your path. Only to suck and bite at you a bit harder once he had you where he wanted.
You were soaked between your legs. The sticky, wetness smeared onto your skin as Shigaraki coaxed your clit until he felt your heartbeat through your flesh. Your thighs tightened around his waist, and embarrassment ate you alive as you struggled to ignore his overbearing actions.
His fingers dipped inside you. Feeling your hole give way to his entry as your slick core greeted his fingers, encasing him as he rubbed your spot. Your walls tightened around him. His palm rubbed your clit as he reached deeper, curling his fingers just to feel your walls grow taut.
His eyes settled on yours, “You’re gonna come for me?”
Your stomach tied itself into knots, and your eyes screwed shut. But it did nothing to block out the sensations thrumming between your legs. Shigaraki's fingers strummed the front of your walls while his palm smooshed your clit, grinding against it with incessant force. The embarrassing squelching of your arousal echoed as his touch grew more urgent, and you had no choice but to avoid his gaze. You fought against the moans crawling up your throat. But his fingers drew on and on, taunting you with something you didn’t want. The pulse in your cunt worsened as you clamped around his fingers, stomach tightening as your slick release dripped to your ass. You wanted to scream into the consuming darkness, covering your mouth just as a quake ran through your body. Tremors raked your form, bringing you to your knees as a trembling mess.
Before you could catch your breath, Shigaraki released himself. His hard cock bobbed as he readjusted his grip. His slick fingers smeared your arousal onto your skin as he grabbed your thigh, taking hold of his cock, and positioning it to your wound entrance. His tip coaxed your hole to allow him entry as he pressed forward. Slowly entering your snug cunt.
The wet warmth that encased Shigaraki had his eyes careening. He still had a ways to go. Only his bulbous tip sat within your walls but he was already head over heels. His groin tightened along with the clench of your slick cunt.
“You feel so good,” he cooed, head bowing and grip tightening on your flesh. His hand moved to play with your clit to ease the tension in your core so he could squeeze more of himself inside. Reveling in the way you opened for him as more of his length nestled into your receptive body as your muscles weakened, and your mouth grew lax. “You’re taking me so well.” He praised, trying his luck as he pressed into you a bit more. Until his cock was firmly planted within you. Your body pressed firmly against his, leaving no room to breathe.
Your slick lips glistened, obscenely spread due to the intrusion, making it hard for him to tear his eyes away from the erotic scene. You were spread open, cunt gaping around his cock, swallowing every inch. Fully on display for him.
Your breath came out in a rush, chest stuttering and Shigaraki could feel every intake from within. Slowly he pulled back, his cock coming out slick with your cum before he pressed back in. Missing the feel of your smothering warmth. He groaned as he sheathed himself, twitching inside you, making your insides flutter before clamping onto him.
Your walls kept him prisoner, clutching his cock tightly in sporadic spasms. Shigaraki stilled, freezing within as he tried to wait out your vice grip despite the urge to pound you into the cushions. Your brief break passed but your walls didn’t want to loosen no matter how long he waited. You were unbearably tight, attempting to suffocate him.
“Can I move?” He asked breathily, cock twitching as he awaited your reply.
You feebly nodded, arm smooshing your face to muffle your wounded mewls and tense expressions.
Your response was heaven to his ears, and your walls slightly loosened giving him more room to move freely. He ground into you rubbing that spot deep within, basking in the way you clenched around him, tightening up once again. “Let me know if you want me to stop.” He offered in a breathy pant even though he doubted he would be able to if the time came.
Then he was pulling out and fucking into you. His previous reservations were gone in a second as he strove to reach as deep as he could. Wanting the entirety of his cock buried inside you so no part was left untouched. The sounds of your barely concealed whimpers fueled him to go deeper as your legs locked around him. Thighs hugging his waist without his assistance.
His hips responded to your body wrapping around his, encasing him so snugly as you whined pitifully into your arm. Your noises were clear as day due to how loud you were despite the useless attempt to muffle yourself. Your hips wriggled beneath his, attempting to escape the torrent flood of sensations. But Shigaraki’s hand kept you in place. Firmly fixed on your stomach, pressing you back to the cushions, ignoring how you attempted to flee his hold.
He couldn’t stop now. Not when he wasn’t finished and only had a taste of what you had to offer.
You panted, back arching off the couch to ease the painfully deep angle Shigaraki was fucking you in. Only for him to press you back into the cushions each time you moved. His hips never ceased their movement as he went even deeper than before. Forcing your next breaths to come out as stuttered gasps. Your long-forgotten hands gripped onto his shoulders. Nails biting into his flesh to make up for the grating thrusts that reached your womb and threatened to crawl even deeper.
Tears welled in your eyes. The intensity became far too much as his cock pried you apart. But your hole continued to act as a dripping faucet. Constantly secreting and dowsing Shigaraki’s groin area like you had no control. Wet, sticky plaps sounded with each plunge into your depths which had your legs trembling like you were seconds away from tapping out.
His tip nudged your cervix and the painful shock that flowed through you had you squealing. “Sh-Shigaraki!” You squeaked, nails pressing into his skin even more as your words were stolen from your chest. “Too.. deep.” You complained. Voice strained even to his ears.
His hands moved to your waist, soothingly rubbing your skin to placate you. As if that would make the pain go away, but that was the best he could do since he had no intentions of stopping.
“I promise it’ll feel better if you relax.” He coaxed, lessening the force behind his next thrust in an attempt to lull you back to him. When you didn’t squeal or struggle to get away he continued. Fucking you open slowly before he started up again. “Feel better?” He asked, looking down at you.
You avoided his eyes, nodding and hating the way your eyes welled with tears. But Shigaraki had different plans as he turned you back to him. His hand resting on your chin. Only then did his hips stop. As he stared you down, and his thumb brushed your bottom lip. And you couldn’t help but meet his eyes.
He noticed your glossy eyes but didn’t comment on it. He simply lowered his face until your lips were an inch apart. He took his time, not wanting to overwhelm you before his mouth touched yours. A barely there kiss to test the waters. Then he was moving in closer getting a full taste of your lips, and your lack of enthusiasm didn’t deter him.
His hips resumed their soft thrusts while his hand settled on your clit. Rubbing all your worries away as he sucked down your embarrassed pants. Not giving you a chance to voice any present worries.
Your drenched opening welcomed him in, and he took advantage of your body accommodating him as he sheathed his entire cock into you again. Noticing the way your walls clamped around him. But he kept rubbing your clit through the discomfort, distracting you from the deep penetration from his hips repeatedly connecting to yours. His cock reached as far as it could go and enjoyed the spasms that welcomed him. Your heat surrounded every inch of him, gracing him with a hug from the innermost part of you. His eyes fluttered alongside your walls.
He couldn’t help the burning desire in his loins which urged him to thrust into you a bit harder. To give him the bit of friction he needed to release. So he pulled back and impaled you on his cock. Your mouth gaped and your body tightened again, wrapping around him. His hand never ceased, your clit throbbing beneath his fingertips as his hips pulled you apart.
This time he ignored the squeals and the bites from your nails as he buried himself as far as your cunt allowed. Sealing him off from going too far. He hiked your legs up, furthering his reach as he plowed your drenched cunt until he felt the telltale spasms of your upcoming release.
His hand rubbed your swollen nub and he swallowed the back-to-back moans you released. He felt your body tighten beneath his, cunt squeezing in sporadic pulses as your head fell back. He ground into you to prolong your bliss, enjoying the tremors that rocked your entire frame.
The sight had his balls tightening. Your cunt sucked him in further, wetting him even more as you gushed around him aiding the already slick glide. Shigaraki thrusted a few times before he released. Moaning as his cock jerked inside you as ropes of cum filled your walls. He stayed inside, reveling in the feel of your tight cunt until his cock stopped spewing and pulsing.
Slowly he removed his still-hard cock from inside you, hissing at the sensitivity he felt. He settled onto the couch, moving your legs to his lap as you lay there dead to the world. He couldn’t tell what was going through your mind or how you were feeling. So he gave you a moment, petting your damp flesh as you stared at the ceiling.
“You okay?” He asked, keeping his eyes fixed on you.
Your response was a weak nod, knowing that it was far from the truth. You didn’t dare look at him, knowing that it would be your breaking point since you already felt the tears coming. So you kept your eyes glued to the ceiling, combating your tears despite feeling like you lost a part of yourself.