Yandere Shigaraki Tomura

Shigaraki had been stalking you for months, you had caught his eye, your beautiful enraptured him, his crush on you quickly escalated to an obsession. Unable to concentrate on anything without flashes of you evading his mind, you ruled his thoughts, sneaking in your room at night, observing you sleep, taking in the sight of your naked body, longing to slip in bed next to you.

Fingers running over your curves.His phones gallery is overloaded with pics and videos of you, creating a special folder just for you, snatching various knick knacks of yours, as well as dirty panties and thigh highs, in private he would bring the soiled underwear the his face, breathing in your scent as he sniffs at the lacy fabric. The very smell made him feral, tongue trailing over the crotch, eyes closed pretending it’s you.

Visions of you played in his head, you splayed out in his bed, spread eagle, with him camped between your thighs, tongue dipping into your wet pussy, indulging in your essence.His pants were around his ankles, hand steadily stroking his large throbbing erection. Immersing himself in the fantasy wishing it was a reality, never wanting to open his eyes to the truth of you not being his, lost in the euphoria of his imagination.

Sucking the damp cloth into his mouth, trying to get every bit of your taste from it, he cums hard, with a strangled cry, his warm thick seed spurting out, staining his pleasuring hand and dripping to the floor. What a waste, it should be filling up your needy cunt, or spilling down your throat, he’d even settle for painting your tits are ass with it, it was such a perverted pathetic act, he knew it.

A grown man with a woman’s panties covering his face as he nursed her flavor from them, you were driving him mad. He needed you. Now. He should just ask you out like any normal person, but Shigaraki didn’t go about things the same way others did, the very thought of waking up with you nestled against his chest, made his heart beat faster, the feeling of your soft skin under his calloused hands as they discovered your body.

His mouth exploring every inch of you, claiming all of you, how you would sound calling him babe in that sweet angelic voice of yours or mumbling curses as he brings you to the edge, pleading for him to let you cum. His cock twitches at the mere thought of it. Pulsing with desire, what he wouldn’t give to be balls deep in your tight heat, your walls gripping his thrusting length, pulling him in deeper, he wanted to feel you soak his cock as you moaned his name.

He just needed to convince you that you wanted him. That you were meant to be together, he always knew he would take you, stalking you, finding out everything he could about you, what you liked, favorite food, music you listened to when happy. Songs that made you sad, ones that made you dance, the first time he watched you dance around your bedroom he couldn’t stop himself from shoving his hand down his pants to fist his cock.

He had hid in your closet, the door opened just enough for his eyes to follow your erotic movements, the way you gyrated and wiggled your hips was hypnotizing, twerking your ass, your hands touching yourself provocatively, it didn’t take long for his release to tear through him as he watched the show you weren’t aware you were putting on. Biting his lips to stiffle his groans as his hand pumped his cock faster, imagining you bent over in front of him as he railed you from the back.

His gaze never left you, her rhythmic movements mesmerizing him. His sperm shot out, decorating some of your nearby clothing, a smiled tugged at his lips thinking of you wearing it, oblivious of his cum coating the garment, since then he devised a scheme to acquire you. He just had to make sure everything was set up for you, explain to you this is for the best, that he would take care of you, that no one would love you like he does, only he truly understands you, no one can make you feel the things he will.