You’re lolling back against a plush pillow, heated breaths mingling together as his tongue finds its way down your throat, slick muscle dragging to the roof of your mouth, desperate to soak up every sugar-coated whimper he can get, untrimmed fingernails digging deep into your hips and leaving their lilac bruises.

For once, he’s the needy one, trying to mark you up in every way he can, teeth marks and scratches overlapping as both hands slip down to tug at the silky pink fabric between your thighs, about to push the damp material aside until-

“Mommyyy!!”

A sudden sob cuts through the heat of the moment, freezing time, Shigaraki’s face melting into a scowl when he realizes it’s his son….ruining yet another night.

“Damnit, the brat just had to ruin this…” He’s snatching his hands back with a growl, bed creaking as he plops back on his side, arms crossed.

It was probably another nightmare.