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Tomura couldn’t keep himself still.
He gazed across the room at you, his fingernails digging into his neck. You were just the game store clerk, how hard could it be to buy this one stupid game?
Yeah… stupid game… it’s not worth it…
No! Tomura wasn’t going to let you get in the way of him buying his game. Just because you were… you looked nice, and your skin looked nice, and yeah Shigaraki didn’t have a very big vocabulary.
Finally, he goes up to the counter, placing the game in front of you.
“Hello, did you find everything you were looking for?” You smile, eyes crinkling with it.
His mind goes blank. To have something so… warm and pretty… focused on him? It made his neck beg to be itched, His own fingers tingling with a need to destroy.
“Sir?”
He blinks, breathing deeply. “Hmm?” His hand finds its way to rub his jaw, so close to the marred skin of his throat.
“Did you find everything okay?”
“Uh… yeah.” He brings his hand down, watching your own as you scan the game and type into the register.
You tell him the amount, and he pays up, careful to keep his cursed hands far from yours. “Have a nice day!” You smile, again. And Shigaraki can’t help but linger for a moment.
“You too…” he says, leaving the store promptly.
Once he gets back to the bar, he feels like he ran a marathon. His heart is racing, and he’s sweating like a dog. He can’t stop from sinking his nails into his neck, opening and creating new wounds.
The way you smiled at him… that could only mean one thing…
You had a crush on him! Tomura thought he would never see the day… someone as cute as you crushing on him! You wouldn’t have to worry, Tomura liked you, too.
He found himself in the store more often, receiving that beautiful smile that you sent his way. God, you were so in love with him. Tomura couldn’t wait to take you home.
And like any good soon to be boyfriend, he wanted to go on dates with you! Of course, you weren’t always aware of his presence… whether you were out on the town and he’d idly follow, or you were at home watching movies while he peeked through the window.
All of this… it wasn’t stalking, no… of course not! You guys were both in love, so it didn’t count.
But anyway, all of this information collecting led to great conversations with you at your job. He would mention a movie he wanted to see, and you’d reveal that one is your favorite! Crazy, right?
You guys were doing so well… until you just had to ruin it all.
You’d just let anyone see that smile, wouldn’t you? Like a fucking whore would. You were just trying to make him jealous! That was it, that had to be it! Tomura had to let you know that… it was not okay to do stuff like this to him. He’d forgive you this time, you didn’t know any better!
As he comes to the register once again, he fights the burning impulse to scratch at his neck until he’s satisfied. He places a game on the counter, one that didn’t really even look that good, but he wanted to see you. He needed to.
“Hi Tomura!” You greet him, grin nice and wide. “It’s good to see you again! Will this be all?”
“Actually…” his throat feels dry, and his hoodie is getting uncomfortably warm. “There is something I want to ask you.”
You lean toward him, eyebrows raised, so interested in what he had to say. “Yes?”
“I was wondering,” he tries to keep his voice even, “I was wondering if you’d… like to go out sometime.”
You balance back, looking a bit flustered. “Um…”
He’s staring at his feet, trying to calm his nerves.
“I mean…” you exhale. “I’m sorry, Tomura… It just… It feels unprofessional.”
He doesn’t look back up at you, feeling his heart ache in his rib cage. “I see.”
“I’m sorry,” you repeat. “I’ll help you check out this game–”
“Forget it.” His hands are in his pockets, balled into fists. “I wasn’t really interested in it, anyway.”
Shigaraki sulks back to the bar, letting Kurogiri make a few drinks for him.
How could you have rejected him? Didn’t you love him? Was Tomura wrong?
No, no. That could not be it. You were…. you were just nervous, a little stubborn. You wanted him, yes, you wanted him, but you didn’t want to admit it! That was it.
After a few drinks, he found himself stumbling out the door again, heading toward the shop you worked at. This was around the time you got off, so he was bound to run into you.
When he sees you, rage and confusion simmer in his chest. He calls out your name, causing you to turn.
“Oh, Tomura?” Your smile is still bright, even in the dim light of the streetlamps.
“Hey…” he’s breathing heavily.
“Are you okay?” You ask him, taking a closer look at him.
“I’m perfect…” he rasps. “I’m perfect now.”
He didn’t plan for this to happen, not like this. He was a little buzzed, a little psychotic, but it would have happened eventually.
His hand shoots out to grasp your wrist, skillfully lifting a finger up.
“Tomura!” You gasp, eyes narrowing in confusion, quickly trying to pull away in surprise.
He yanks you in closer. “I wouldn’t try to fight me if I were you…” the smell of alcohol on his breath is beginning to dull, yet is still present. “I get all five fingers on you… and you’re nothing but dust under my hand.”
“What?” You eye him nervously. “No...”
“It’s my Quirk,” he grins at you.
You shake your head in disbelief. “No... Tomura... just let me go.”
WIth his free hand, he reaches to grasp your name tag. You flinch as he pulls it from you, letting it dissolve to ash. He raises his brows at you, almost asking do you believe me now?
You can only swallow nervously, eyes darting back to his and what was once your name tag. (Did he really have to destroy that? It was personalized and everything!)
“Come on, let’s go...” He begins to pull you in the direction of the bar.
“Where are... where are you taking me?” You stumble behind him, fear beginning to settle in.
“Home.” He simply states, an almost cutesy grin plastered on his face.
You don’t ask anymore questions, now just trying to scheme yourself out of this. You could try to knock him out somehow, try to run away, but the risk of being put under that Quirk of his... it could kill you. And the whole point of trying to escape was not dying.
He stops suddenly, and you run into him. “When we go in...” he refers to the dark building in front of you. “Don’t say a word.”
You can’t imagine who else could be living in this place. It looked abandoned.
But when you enter, you see a rather dim bar. There is... a man? behind the counter. He’s made up of smoke, purple and dark. “Shigaraki...” The smoke starts, before yellow eyes center on you. “You’ve brought a friend?”
“Yes, Kurogiri.” Tomura says quickly as he drags you through. “We’re going upstairs. Don’t interrupt us.”
You try to say help me with your eyes, but the mist of a man either doesn’t recognize it or doesn’t care. He watches, maybe skeptical, as Tomura brings you through a door and up a flight of stairs.
He reaches a door, cautiously opening it with a few fingers. He doesn’t even turn the light on as he shoves you inside, letting you shuffle to the middle of the room.
“Tomura, listen--” you start, but he doesn’t let you finish. His dried, chapped lips are on yours. Before you can try to pull away, a menacing hand settles itself on your neck.
The only light in the room comes from a computer screen on his desk. The only sound you can hear is the rattle of an old, dingy fan. You try to focus on anything but the way his tongue fits into your mouth.
You’re tempted to bite, but he pulls away before you get the chance. You remain silent, trying to work out your best chance for survival. Fight? Be compliant?
“So cute...” he admires you. “I knew you loved me all along.”
You don’t say anything, not trying to gain another finger on your neck.
“There’s no need to be shy anymore...” he’s grinning manically. “Say it.”
“Wha...?” You feel tears in your eyes.
“Say it. Say you love me.”
You’re crying now, in fear for your life. Do you do what he wants and lose your pride? Or do you fight him and lose your life?
“Don’t be shy now, honey...” he’s bouncing on his feet. “Say it.”
“Tomura...” your voice is broken. “I...” I don’t even know you.
The grip on your throat tightens, pinky finger threateningly close to your skin. “Just say it.” He whispers, staring into your eyes, into your soul.
“I...” your hands begin to rise to his wrist. “I love... you.”
His fingers pull back and he smiles widely. “That wasn’t too hard, now, was it?” His voice is sickeningly sweet, and so is his grin. “I love you, too. And since we’re so in love...”
He seems shy himself... the shy guy that always came into the store...
His hand reaches for yours, softly taking it, pinky outstretched safely. “We should do like lovers do... it’s only right.”
He steps back, sitting on his mattress. You’re still standing, now looking down at him. You can manage to see the outline of his hardening cock in his pants in the artificial light.
He pulls you down to your knees, and you’re nestled between his knees. You can feel the tears beginning to break out, rolling down your face.
“Do you love me that much?” He coos. “You’re crying?”
You look away, humiliated. How could he ever be under the impression that you loved him? You’d only seen him five times in your entire life.
“I want you so bad right now...” he goes on, eyes growing darker. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted... every time I see you...”
You close your eyes, praying for this to be over. Maybe that Kurogiri guy would call the cops. Maybe.
“Hey, are you even listening?”
He’s tilting his head at you, finger and thumb grasping your jaw.
“Don’t you want to take care of me?” He sounds almost sad. “I’d do the same for you, because I’m a good boyfriend.”
You want to spit in his face, but the chance of survival after that was a hard zero. You’d have to... you’d have to suck him off to even think about getting out of here unharmed.
Your hands reach to pulls his pants down. He lifts his hips, and you pull both his pants and underwear in one swipe. He must have been waiting for this, dick slapping up quickly. He’s on the long side, and it makes you nervous for what will come next.
You take in a deep breath, letting your shaky hands come up to stroke him. He leans back a bit, watching as you play with him. You don’t really know what you’re doing, just wanting to make him feel good, to please him and get on your way.
“Use your mouth...” he whines. “I want to feel it.”
You cringe as you part your lips, letting him in between them. You try not to take too much, afraid of what he might do. But none of that mattered, because his hand is on the back of your head in an instant and forcing you as far as you can go. You choke around him, hands coming to grasp at his thighs.
“Your fucking...” he groans. “Your throat. Feels so tight. This is... is so much better.”
You continue to gag around him, trying to pull off, but his hand is forceful and dangerous. “I told...” he stops to laugh. “I told myself I’d go easy on you... but... I can’t control myself around you, y’know?”
His hips start to thrust up, fucking into your throat. You feel hot tears drip from your eyes at his intrusion, continuing to convulse from the feeling. His cock is rubbing against the inside of your throat, feeling so foreign.
He’s moaning, brittle and needy as he fucks your mouth. He’s whispering and whining about how good it is. It makes you sick, and you’d throw up if he would just give you a break.
“Perfect, perfect,” he moans. “You’re perfect. Fuck.”
He continues to abuse your throat for his pleasure, varying from slow, deep thrusts, to frantic paces. You just want this to be over. For someone who lives like this... you’d expect him to finish quicker.
“So... so pretty...” he tells you, staring into your swollen eyes. “So pretty like this. For me, all for me.”
You feel like your eyes might bulge out of your skull. Between the gagging and cock intruding your throat, you were developing a throbbing headache. Tomura just kept pushing and pushing and pushing his way in and out, all for his pleasure.
“You’re so good,” he groans. “I’m gonna...”
You close your eyes, bracing yourself as he pulls out from your throat, hand reaching his dick. He shoves himself in the pocket of your cheek, hand stroking his base as he spills hot, thick cum into your mouth.
He pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, panting. You let his cum drip from your mouth like drool, throat abused and head pounding.
“Don’t look so depressed...” he brings a hand to pat your cheek. “Let me see that pretty smile.”
