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𝑱𝑶𝑹𝑲𝑰𝑵 𝑰𝑻

Author's Note: This is just a little snippet of after the first time you met Shigaraki Tomura

Content: you read the title. Oh but he's in the shower.

Word Count: To Be Updated

Summary: He just can't help himself.

Shigaraki just couldn't fucking help himself. From the moment you poked your pretty little head out your door to ask if he was okay (god, that was humiliating), he thought you were too good to be true.

From the pout of your lips to the way your hips cocked when you talked to Dabi, it was all too much for him. Sure, he had met you only a few days ago, but that didn't mean he couldn't think you were attractive.

So what if he found himself pathetically fucking into his hand every time he showered, quiet, high pitched moans muffled by his other hand and the spray of water? He really couldn't help it if his mind had wandered to you, how you might react if you could see him now.

Would you be put off? No, he'd seen the way your eyes flickered to the exposed skin of his neck earlier, his lips. You were attracted to him, you had to be. He whimpered again at the very thought, his cock jumping in his hand as his hips stuttered. Fuck, he thought, dragging his thumb over his sensitive tip, flushed pink and leaking pre.

No, you wouldn't be put off or disgusted. Maybe you'd offer to replace his hands with yours, the soft pads of your fingertips reverent as you explored every vein of his throbbing member.

Or maybe, even better, you'd sink to your knees and tease him with your mouth, tiny, sweet little laps to the underside of his cock, torturing him slowly as he hardened even further if possible, dribbling thick, sticky liquid into your eager mouth. He'd gently smack his tip against your pretty lips, telling you to open up. And you would, because you'd be that willing to please, and god, the warm, wet heat of your mouth; the idea of it alone was almost enough to make him spill his cum over his knuckles.

Wait- fuck, it was, his stomach clenching pleasurably as syrupy white release spurted out of his cock and onto the shower wall. The hand over his mouth was no longer doing its intended purpose as Shigaraki whined loudly, the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles. He gave his dick a few more tugs, milking it of the last drops of his spunk and panting harder than he probably should have been.

Fuck, he hadn't even realized how close he was.

Shigaraki sighed and rinsed his hand off before directing the shower head at the wall, erasing any evidence of his debauchery. You were going to be the death of him.

End Notes: thanks for reading!

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𝑱𝑶𝑹𝑲𝑰𝑵 𝑰𝑻

Author's Note: This is just a little snippet of after the first time you met Shigaraki Tomura

Content: you read the title. Oh but he's in the shower.

Word Count: To Be Updated

Summary: He just can't help himself.

Shigaraki just couldn't fucking help himself. From the moment you poked your pretty little head out your door to ask if he was okay (god, that was humiliating), he thought you were too good to be true.

From the pout of your lips to the way your hips cocked when you talked to Dabi, it was all too much for him. Sure, he had met you only a few days ago, but that didn't mean he couldn't think you were attractive.

So what if he found himself pathetically fucking into his hand every time he showered, quiet, high pitched moans muffled by his other hand and the spray of water? He really couldn't help it if his mind had wandered to you, how you might react if you could see him now.

Would you be put off? No, he'd seen the way your eyes flickered to the exposed skin of his neck earlier, his lips. You were attracted to him, you had to be. He whimpered again at the very thought, his cock jumping in his hand as his hips stuttered. Fuck, he thought, dragging his thumb over his sensitive tip, flushed pink and leaking pre.

No, you wouldn't be put off or disgusted. Maybe you'd offer to replace his hands with yours, the soft pads of your fingertips reverent as you explored every vein of his throbbing member.

Or maybe, even better, you'd sink to your knees and tease him with your mouth, tiny, sweet little laps to the underside of his cock, torturing him slowly as he hardened even further if possible, dribbling thick, sticky liquid into your eager mouth. He'd gently smack his tip against your pretty lips, telling you to open up. And you would, because you'd be that willing to please, and god, the warm, wet heat of your mouth; the idea of it alone was almost enough to make him spill his cum over his knuckles.

Wait- fuck, it was, his stomach clenching pleasurably as syrupy white release spurted out of his cock and onto the shower wall. The hand over his mouth was no longer doing its intended purpose as Shigaraki whined loudly, the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles. He gave his dick a few more tugs, milking it of the last drops of his spunk and panting harder than he probably should have been.

Fuck, he hadn't even realized how close he was.

Shigaraki sighed and rinsed his hand off before directing the shower head at the wall, erasing any evidence of his debauchery. You were going to be the death of him.

End Notes: thanks for reading!

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ABSOLUTELY NO ONE HAS MY PERMISSION TO REPOST MY WORK TO ANY SITE.