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Uninvited

Shigaraki x F!Reader smut

Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI! Dubcon(ish just to be sure), breaking in, fear, mention of blood, possessiveness, toxic relationship, manhandling, readers mouth is covered once, oral sex (m.receiving) penetration, rough sex, creampie

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi

Synopsis: Having run away from your ex over a year ago, your life is pretty tame until breaking news informs of a prison break in Tartarus. You’ll have to be careful, because your ex is one of the escaped criminals

Word count: 5.0k

After getting home from work and showering the day off, you slip on some comfy clothes and plop on the couch. Rain patters on the windows of your dark apartment. It trickles down the glass in thin rivers, creating a peaceful ambiance in the otherwise idle evening. Pulling a soft blanket over yourself, you turn on the TV and start surfing through channels.

It’s past 21 pm, which means that the Friday night movies are on as well as history documentaries on heavier subjects. Pondering what to have for a snack, when you suddenly come across breaking news about a prison break that took place earlier the day in Tartarus.

For most people it’d just be unsettling, but your heart jumps up your throat as the mugshots of the notorious villain group, including their leader, your ex, pops on the screen. Horror spreads on your features as you correct your posture and study Tomura’s picture.

His hair, white as snow, hangs messily on his shoulders. There’s a coldness in his crimson eyes, the hue of them resembling a pool of blood. He wears a rather emotionless expression, however, determination seems to radiate from him, like he had already planned on how to break free when the picture was taken.

You quickly turn off the TV as if it’d make the disturbing news vanish from existence. Getting up in an agitated manner, you bring your hand over your mouth and pace around nervously.

The reason behind your fears was because you basically ran away from him. Not because you didn’t love him, quite the opposite. He simply grew too ruthless, daunting and he focused on goals that drove you further away from him. Your reasonable words or bitter tears hadn’t been enough to convince him to abandon his life as a villain and eventually you had to accept that your love for him had to end.

But Shigaraki is a man who rarely if ever takes no for an answer. He simply refused to let you go, grasping your chin on a firm hold that was either intentionally or not– more threatening rather than convincing. His eyes bored on yours, subduing you possessive words and fear that chained you to his fierce love.

Then a few days later, the Paranormal Liberation Front was arrested.

Using the opportunity to flee, you applied for a program that arranges new identities for those who wish to cut ties with villains. Such people are often relatives, friends or love interests. That is how you ended up in another city, far away from him.

As you recall the past from over a year ago, you stop to stare outside into the rainy night. Wanting to believe that Shigaraki has other priorities than you, his controlling tendencies convince you otherwise. Your life is most likely in danger and the wisest move would be to take off.

Suddenly your phone vibrates on the sofa table, causing you to cringe. Warily moving closer to it, you become more nervous when it turns out that it’s a private number. Your hand trembles as you reach for the device, deciding to answer it.

“H-hello..?” You stutter.

“Good evening, Y/N. It’s detective Tsukauchi,” a friendly voice greets, making your shoulders slump in relief.

“Ah, good evening detective,” you reply politely.

“So I assume that you heard the news?” He asks.

“Yeah, I did,” you respond with a troubled tone, which he hears.

“Are you okay? Has there been anything odd happening today?”

“No, but… Truthfully I’m a little worried,” you confess while glancing outside as if looking for something– or someone.

“I understand. However, I called to let you know that we checked their visitor- and phone records from Tartarus and it seems likely that they are regrouping with Re-Destro somewhere in the north,” he explains calmly.

“Really?” You ask hopefully, since your location was in the opposite direction.

“Yes. Nothing suggests that Shigaraki is after you. Also, we have every pro-hero and the entire police force searching for them so hopefully we catch them soon. I believe you can sleep peacefully tonight,” he adds.

“Oh. That’s a relief to hear. Thank you so much detective!”

“No problem. Just make sure to contact the police if something strange or out of the ordinary occurs.”

“I definitely will. Have a good night!”

Hanging up the phone, you place it on the kitchen counter with a relieved sigh. Taking a seat on one of the barstools, a smile forms on your lips as it was silly to think that a danger could be behind your door at any moment.

Then there’s a knock on the door.

Whatever easiness you felt, fades into the air as your heart jumps, your fearful gaze immediately focusing on the door. Other than the landlord, no one else, not even your family, friends or relatives know where you live.

Someone knocks again. Swallowing thickly, you slide off of your seat and with silent, cautious steps approach the door. Reasoning in your head, you tell yourself that if it would be your worst fear, he wouldn’t knock. He’d simply force his way in.

With the beat of your heart in your ears, you carefully look through the peephole. To your surprise no one seems to be there so you venture to open the door and peek into the empty hall.

A sudden bang causes you to yelp and whip your head in the direction of the sound, noting that the internal door swings. Apparently it hasn’t been closed properly so you swallow and sneak down the hall to close it. Just to be sure, you take a cautious glance outside into the outer hall, determining that no one seems to be there either.

Closing the door, you head back into your room, pondering that perhaps your mind was just playing tricks and distorting sounds to fit the occasion. Quite inconvenient, you think and shake your head a little. As you enter your dark apartment, you don’t anticipate the hand that suddenly covers your mouth and stifles the scream that tries to come out. Someone shuts the door as a strong arm drapes over your waist.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” It’s Twice who holds you in your place.

Suddenly you manage to discern shapes of people around you and as a blue flame ignites in the palm of the PFL’s arsonist, your resistance is immediately tamed.

“Look what we have here,” Dabi comments with a derisive tone and a lazy smirk on his stapled face.

“Dabi you’re scaring her,” a voice that no doubt belongs to Mr. Compress.

“So? She’s cute like this, don’t you think so too, boss?”

Your whole body reacts to the title and you begin to tremble when Shigaraki emerges from the shadows. The blue light contours his features eerily and colors his red eyes in purple. Dressed in all black, his hands are stuffed in the pockets of his pants and his white hair is tied in a loose, messy bun on the nape of his neck. Stray strands frame his face and forehead and he appears almost condescending, glaring down at you for what seems like the longest seconds of your life.

“You gonna behave?“ He finally asks. Tears prickle your eyes as you nod hastily. Shigaraki glances at Twice who takes it as a cue to remove his hand. You gasp quietly for air with wide eyes, a tear rolling down your cheek as you stare up at Shigaraki who seems unaffected by your distress.

“We’re gonna crash here for the night. I assume you don’t have any objections,” his gruff voice says.

It’s more of a statement rather than a question, which you answer with another hasty nod. After noting your consent, Twice loosens his grip on you, “That’s great, thanks Y/N!”

Someone switches on the under cabinet lighting in the kitchen and the threatening atmosphere changes immediately. Your eyes flutter and you venture to glance around confusedly.

“Do you have any food cause I’m hungry!” Toga whines, opening the fridge while Twice starts to go through your cabinets, presumably in search of something to eat.

“You guys, it’s rude to go through someone’s cabinets!” Mr. Compress reprimands, in which Dabi answers with a sneer.

“As rude as breaking into an apartment?”

“Hmm, there’s not enough food for all of us,” Toga wonders out loud.

“Ahh, I’m starving,” Spinner groans, leaning his elbows on the kitchen counter and briefly burying his face in his hands.

Aware of the crimson eyes still staring at you, you don’t dare to comment. Instead, your gaze cautiously trails up at Shigaraki to confirm his stern look. Although it doesn’t differ much from his usual emotionless state, which makes it impossible to interpret what he plans on doing with you.

“Toga,” he suddenly calls, not turning his eyes away from you. The blonde skips happily next to him, “What’s up, Tomura?”

“Use your quirk and go get us something to eat with Y/N. Make sure she won’t try anything funny,” he commands, voice husky and low to eerily insinuate a punishment if you defy him.

“Sounds fun! Let’s go!” She replies, grabbing your hand and already pulling you towards the door.

“She’s gonna get us food?! Be glad you don’t have to shop for clothes because we have spare ones! Twice comments.

***

You slowly push the cart down the aisle in a troubled manner, even though Toga has taken the form of some poor girl whose blood she had spared. She’s lively, chattering away while adding random items to the cart, albeit you notice that she avoids security cameras quite skillfully.

“...And then Tomura told us we’d come over to your place! How great is that!”

You smile nervously, “Y-yeah. About that.. Did Tomura say anything about me..?”

She hums pensively and fiddles a carton of tomato soup, “Hmm, not really. I mean, he did tell us that every plan we have will be put on hold until he finds you,” she points out.

“R-really..?”

She laughs shortly, “Can you imagine! He even decayed an entire cell block in Tartarus when he heard that you had disappeared– and that was when he had quirk-canceling cuffs on!” Your face turns pale and your eyes widen.

She places the carton back on the shelf and grabs a can that you don’t– or more likely can’t pay attention to what it is.

“He also said that he’s gonna make sure you’ll never run away from him again– or something like that,” she says and adds the can in the cart.

“But other than that, nothing special, really!” She smiles widely and you can tell she’s being genuinely oblivious at the impact of her words.

“..Right..”

***

Arriving back home, you open the door and come across a somewhat disorderly scene. TV is spouting loud as Dabi switches channels, his feet rudely lifted on top of the sofa table. Mr. Compress and Spinner have a rather passionate conversation about what show they should watch, but Dabi dismisses them both with casual snarky comments. Twice has found a bag of chips from your snack stash and he sits on the floor, munching them gluttonously.

Some of your drawers and cabinets are open as they clearly have been rummaged, probably in hope to find something useful. Apparently they had also found your spare mattress from your bedroom as it’s laid out on the floor along with some pillows and blankets. They all have taken a shower as there are some clothes scattered on the floor, some placed in a careless pile near the bathroom.

You blink and stare at them rather dumbly, whereas Toga skips to join their lively conversation. Then your eyes trail to suddenly notice Shigaraki in the middle of the room, facing the kitchen area, but looking at you from the corner of his eye. He wears a black t-shirt with black sweats and his wavy hair is a little moist after having a shower. His stern look intimidates you into realizing to close the door and hurry up inside.

Carrying the groceries to the kitchen counter, Twice suddenly notices you, “Oh Y/N, you’re back! Sorry I ate all your chips, but I was really hungry,” he shows you the now empty bag while Mr. Compress rubs the back of his neck in an embarrassed manner.

“Yeah, sorry about the mess by the way too,” he apologizes.

“That’s.. That’s alright– I’m just gonna prepare some dinner for you now.”

“Thanks for that. None of us knows how to cook anyway,” Spinner points out.

You flash him an insecure smile before rolling up the sleeves of your thin hoodie. While starting to slice up some onions, chili and carrots, you listen to their conversation that at some point turns into bickering and back. But whatever banter they throw at each other isn’t really with ill will, more like a habit of talking that they’re accustomed to. It’s always been endearing to you, the way a random group like them have managed to form bonds that they should’ve had with their families.

***

Soon the room fills with a delicious scent as you fry some garlic and vegetables. Adding some spices, soy sauce as well as chicken and noodles, you keep stirring until cooked perfectly.

After notifying that the dinner is ready, it’s probably less than ten seconds when it’s being scooped on plates. You smile a little amused, but notice that Shigaraki isn’t having any of what just so happens to be one of his favorite dishes. Twitching your lips, you presume the reason as to why, but then decide to get out of the way and tidy up a bit.

Picking up discarded clothes, you put them in a washing machine and hang their coats on a drying rack. Then taking a bucket and a mop, you wipe the floor clean from some muddy shoe prints.

“Oh, by the way, Y/N?” Dabi suddenly calls from his spot on the couch.

“Yes?” You respond, looking at the flame villain, who dangles your phone between his slender fingers.

“Don’t bother to look for this. I’m gonna take good care of it while we’re here,” he grins.

You show him a sheepish smile, “Oh, I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you say and pay attention to how Shigaraki begins to eat now when everyone else is already bringing their empty plates to the sink. Just like you thought, he lets his comrades have their fill first and he settles for what’s left.

It makes your heart ache with yearn, remembering how thoughtful he is to those he cares about. You sigh and continue cleaning, pondering that his thoughtfulness most likely doesn’t extend to you anymore.

After wiping the floor, you take care of the dishes and kitchen counter. Scrubbing the plates and utensils clean, you notice that the mood has become more carefree as the villain's dessert consists of alcoholic beverages. Watching some TV show, they throw amusing comments, for example about what the TV host is wearing. Relaxing a little, you believe that now when everyone has their stomachs full, they’ll soon drift into slumber.

But then your eyes meet with Shigaraki, who’s sitting on an armchair. His elbow on the armrest, he leans his cheek on his fist and appears still somewhat cold. But then he taps his thigh two times, wordlessly commanding you to come and sit on his lap.

Not even considering disobedience, you interrupt your task and wipe your hands on a kitchen towel. Walking up to him, you carefully place yourself on his lap as he pulls your legs over his own. Bringing his hand on your thigh, he caresses softly with featherlight touch.

He seems to be relieved to have you in his arms and you don’t wanna ruin it. Instead, you hold onto the silence as neither of you participates in the carefree blabbering that everyone else keeps up.

Shigaraki then presses his nose on your hair, breathing in the sweet scent of your shampoo– a habit he used to do when you were together. He keeps stroking your thigh gently, but soon it turns more sensual as he adds pressure. Serenity slowly changes into what you’d describe as an impatience as he nearly palms you, and it’s barely appropriate among other people.

“We’re going to bed now,” he says to you, but doesn’t tune down his voice. If others around hear it, they pretend they didn’t.

Except Dabi. He observes you getting up with Shigaraki, who grabs your upper arm tightly as if you might run away if he didn’t. You walk before him towards the bedroom and the arsonist sneers while sipping his drink, knowing perfectly what’s about to happen there.

“Shigaraki–” Spinner suddenly calls and the white-haired villain glances over his shoulder at his comrade, who advances rather seriously.

“Her screams could attract unwanted attention,” Spinner points out quietly. A hollow feeling appears in your belly as his ominous remark doesn’t reveal what exactly will be the cause of those screams.

Shigaraki shows a cold grin, “How brutal do you think I am?” He asks and pushes you forward into the bedroom, following after and not staying to hear his comrades answer.

The door shuts and Spinner turns away awkwardly, “I’m gonna assume very..” he mumbles to himself.

As you’re left alone with Shigaraki and he turns his gaze at you, you bring your arms over your chest in clear discomfort.

“.. W-what happens now..?“ You ask fearfully.

“We’re gonna have a little chat,” he takes a few steps closer to you, “And then I’m gonna fuck you.”

“Okay..” You agree without hesitation, but that hollow feeling in your belly grows into a bottomless pit. Your body has not forgotten how rough he likes it and considering the circumstances, you assume that he’s not gonna be mindful of your comfort.

Your hand wraps around your forearm, nails sinking in the skin uncomfortably, “S-so.. What do you wanna talk about..?“

“Aren’t you gonna hug me first?” He asks like it should be obvious to you. You blink as he pulls his hands out of his pockets, spreading his arms just a little, “It’s been such a long time since we’ve last seen each other,” he adds nearly sarcastically.

You quickly correct your mistake and walk into his arms, wrapping yours around him. Pressing your cheek against his chest, you can hear the calm beat of his heart. Though his collected demeanor doesn’t really mean anything as he’s perfectly capable of doing horrors without even flinching.

“You’re scared,“ he suddenly points out.

“..Mmm,” you mumble.

“Why?”

“..I just.. I’m worried that you’ll.. hurt me..” You whisper with a barely audible voice.

Shigaraki lowers his gaze down at you, “You think I’d be capable of something like that?“

You look up to meet his indifferent expression, “W-well.. I just figured you’d be angry with me for.. Running away.”

“Angry–?“ He repeats with a husky voice. There’s an ominous tone to it and it sends shivers down your spine. He then presses his forehead against yours.

“I’m fucking furious with you.”

You should run, but you don’t budge. Mainly, because he has already proven that running away from him is futile. So whatever he plans on doing to you, you accept it as the consequences of your actions.

But then he unexpectedly presses you against his chest and kisses the top of your head, “But I could never hurt you,” he says.

You inhale a shaky breath, tears threatening to form in your eyes. He isn’t dismissive of whatever it is that you fear him doing to you, instead he convinces you with another kiss on your forehead.

“You could never do anything to make me wanna hurt you,” he slowly kisses down your nose, stopping at your lips as if waiting for your consent.

You know you shouldn’t, but silencing the reason within your head, you lift your gaze, your noses touching briefly before he presses his chapped lips on yours. Almost like your body melts into him, your arms feel weak as you wrap them around his neck. Deepening the kiss, his tongue slips into your mouth to rub against yours. Slow and sensual, but it’s still more affectionate rather than lustful.

As you part away, your hands slide down his firm chest and you look up at him wistfully. He brings a hand on the side of your neck, brushing the skin tenderly before tucking a few strands behind your ear.

“So have you fucked someone else while I was in prison?“ He suddenly asks. Heat rises on your cheeks as well as in the tips of your ears and you realize that someone as possessive as him is bound to ask that very question.

“..No,“ you reply sincerely, but the look in his eyes tells that he needs more than just your denial. So you swallow, moistening your throat.

“I didn’t run away cause I didn’t love you anymore. I ran away because I was scared,” you confess honestly, which makes him lift his chin up a little.

“You’ve become so much.. The whole nation reacts to everything you do, because you can throw this world into chaos at any time,” you explain and look up at his lack of reaction.

“It was just too much,” You add quietly.

There’s a short silence between you before he replies, “I see.“

You avert your gaze elsewhere in shame, thinking you should’ve handled it better, “I’m sorry.. I-.. I think that perhaps we should discuss about us.. our relationship and what happens next,” you suggest.

“It can wait,” Shigaraki states and you blink.

“It can–?”

“I heard what I wanted to know,” he rubs your cheek and looks at you intensely, “I’m done talking.”

His voice is deep, drenched in something between primal and impatience. It makes your cheeks burn as a shy smile forms on your lips.

“Oh..”

He leans in to capture your lips in a kiss that’s much more forceful than the previous. His tongue slips into your mouth again, rubbing yours messily, dominatingly as if showing that he’s in control. You whine into his mouth as he unzips your hoodie and removes the garment off of you.

Momentarily parting away, he hastily pulls your top over your head and starts planting open-mouthed kisses down your neck. Hand sneaking into the back of your head, he gently grips your hair.

“You gonna let me fuck your disobedient little pussy?” he whispers harshly into your ear.

“Y-yeah..” You whine needily, hands clutching his shirt.

“Atta girl. But first–“ He suddenly tightens his grip on your hair and yanks, making you look into his eyes that gleam with condescension, “Get on your knees.”

Your eyes are hazy, glossy lips parted as his compelling tone sends a jolt of heat down your core. Showing him an obscene smile, you keep your hooded eyes on him and slowly sink on your knees.

Shigaraki lowers his sweats to free his hardened, aching cock. It throbs in need, making you lick your lips hungrily. Grasping the base of it, you open your mouth and close your lips around the tip.

He leans his head back and closes his eyes, sighing in both relief and pleasure, “Fuck yeah..”

You swirl your tongue around the tip, spitting on it and planting sloppy kisses. It’s messy, hot as you take him in your mouth and start bobbing your head back and forth with a teasing pace.

His chest heaves, groans reverberating in his throat as he feels your soft tongue rubbing the underside of his cock. Your mouth emits squelching sounds, cute, arousing and your moans send pleasurable vibrations down his length.

“Fuck.. That’s a good girl..” His praises rush straight in between your legs, making your walls burn and ache in need. You hum contentedly, saliva dripping down the side of your mouth as you greedily take him deeper.

He moves his hands on both sides of your head, blunt nails scratching your scalp, “Nnh.. I almost forgot how good you are at sucking dick,” he groans in pleasure and you respond with another wanton moan.

He fucks gently into your mouth, observing as his cock moves in and out. Your glossy lips wrap around his length so good, he becomes more forceful in greedy desire for more.

“Yeah.. Fucking take it..” He grunts, thrusting deeper. Almost hitting the back of your throat, you gag and pull away for air, but Shigaraki only grants you a second before forcing you to work on his cock again. But you don’t mind and keep moving your head to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck, baby you’re so hot like this,” he means every word as drool dribbles down your throat, on your chest and in your cleavage. Your panties are soaked, pussy dripping as you’re ready to take some cock. Squeezing your thighs together, Shigaraki notices your attempt to try and cherish that frail vibration of pleasure.

He pulls himself out of your mouth, “Get up,” he commands, gripping your upper arm and lifting you on your feet. Your mind is cloudy as he roughly pulls down your pants and gets rid of the rest of your clothes.

Tossing his shirt on the floor, he crashes his lips on yours, hastily backing you towards the nightstand. You barely maintain balance and almost stumble on your own feet, but his strong hands grab your waist and hoist you up on the stand.

Spreading your legs for him, he wraps a hand around his cock, giving himself a few relieving pumps before lining it with your dripping hole. You shut your eyes as the head of his cock slowly stretches your walls and sinks inside. His intrusion makes your pussy twitch as your body tries to accommodate his size, but it takes a lot of effort.

You hold onto his scar-littered arms for comfort as agony floods you, “T-Tomura..” You whimper.

“Ssshh.. I know,” He shushes, holding you securely in his arms. He knows that it always takes a moment from you to adjust to him.

As your hands loosen their grip, he moves his hips slowly, subtly going deeper after each thrust. Your little sobs turn into moans and bliss spreads on your features as his cock hits that sweet spot inside you.

He starts to thrust steadily, panting in pleasure while watching your inner lips wrap around him tightly. Your slick coats his cock as it moves in and out of your warm, wet pussy, rubbing him so fucking well.

Your brows are furrowed and lips agape, moans falling down your lips. Squelching sounds echo across the walls of your bedroom as your juices leak down the curve of your ass.

Suddenly Shigaraki leans in and places his hands flat on the table, securing his posture as he starts slamming into you mercilessly. Your moans turn into choked cries as he releases a year worth of pent up frustration on your body. The nightstand rattles from the sheer force of his thrusts, your breasts bouncing as he keeps fucking you ruthlessly, hot breath fanning on your scalp as he pants in pleasure.

It’s too much. The pleasure builds up in you like a coil that’s close to unraveling. Another tormented moan rips from your throat as he slams into you harder, abusing that sweet spot so sinfully that it has your vision blurry.

“I-’m… I’m cuming..” You whimper pitifully.

“Yeah, cum for me, baby. Cum all over my fucking cock.“

Getting closer and closer, your toes curl and you cry out, reaching the blissful high. Your walls clench around him, body shivering in pleasure as the orgasm washes over you.

“Hnngh.. Fucking cute,” Shigaraki grunts and suddenly lifts you up and places you down on the mattress. Adjusting his position in between your legs, he starts ramming his cock inside you again.

You throw your head back and poorly suppress the moan that escapes your throat. Your walls feel sensitive, still pulsing in the aftermath of your orgasm, but he keeps abusing your pussy in clear need to reach his own high. He’s relentless and rough, pounding into you faster and harder, using your little hole to get himself off.

You keep panting, nails scratching his muscular back and leaving little trails, his pace beginning to be too much for you.

“P-please.. T-Tomura..” you whine into his ear.

“I know baby.. Nnghh.. I’m almost there,” he huffs.

As his muscles begin to tense and his thrusts turn sloppy and erratic, you know he’s close. Sinking your nails into his shoulders you cry out as he finally slams deep into your sore pussy. Teeth gritting, he releases his warm seed in steady spurts on your used, sore walls.

Panting loudly, he shudders and holds still for a moment, taking his time to empty himself inside you. You caress his back while trying to catch your breath, eyes half-lidded for being utterly exhausted.

As he descends from his high and gently pulls out, a mixture of his sperm and your slick dribbles down your gaping hole. He lays himself down next to you and pulls you into his arms to rest and bask in the afterglow. For a moment neither of you speaks a word, but then you remember the subject about your relationship. Yawning, you glance at the alarm clock and it’s midnight.

You shift a little in your place, “..Is it a little late for a serious conversation about us..?” You mumble, lids feeling heavy as you’re ready to fall asleep.

Shigaraki kisses the top of your head, “Yeah. Go to sleep,” he says and you smile wearily, drifting away into peaceful sleep. Unbeknownst to you though, Shigaraki has already decided that you’ll pack first thing in the morning and leave with them wherever they go.

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