#im mortified

“It’s just…something small. And I want to try something bigger but I—I don’t know how he’ll react to that.” 

Your quietly spoken words had Tomura freeze in his step. Hiding behind the corner to hear your comments better, he stood with his eyebrows pulled into a frown, and his lips pulled into a small pout. Something small? Something bigger? He didn’t know what you were talking about. Much less what you needed to talk about with Dabi of all people.

Dabi scoffed, and the sound on its own was enough for anger to rise up within him. The mere fact that it was him you were conversing with was more than enough to get him on edge. Why couldn’t that damned defective fireplace take the hint and leave you the fuck alone?

“Knowing Shigaraki, he’ll be sulking all night if you were to go through with that idea,” he noted. From his viewpoint, Tomura could barely make out the way Dabi shifted on his feet and crossed his arms over his chest. He grinned, and he was positive that meant nothing good. “Though, if you do want to go bigger…I could help you out.” 

Since when did Dabi help people? And what would you need him to help with? Was there something you needed in a bigger size? Something from the store? Most importantly—why was that asshole carrying such a cocky grin upon proposing the idea? 

You gasped excitedly, hands clasping together as you looked up at him. “Would you, really?” Tomura didn’t like how elated you sounded; a feeling of jealousy quickly rose up in his stomach, and a snarl found its way to his lips as he watched you take Dabi into an embrace. “Thank you, so, so much. It means a lot.” 

What the fuck? 

Dabi laughed. The bastard laughed. Throaty and huskily as he used one of his fucked-up disgusting hands to pat you on the back. Tomura felt the itch to decay it, to destroy it so no staple could ever put it back together. The need for his destruction grew bigger once he realised Dabi didn’t laugh—ever. 

“It’s alright, doll,” he assured you. “We’ll call it even.” 

Doll. Doll…what the hell was he doing? Calling you doll. No—calling his boss’s girlfriend doll. Calling the girlfriend of Tomura Shigaraki doll. Surely, surely, leather face had a death wish at this point. Would he still dare to call you the nickname if he knew Tomura was listening? 

“Alright,” you mumbled, and pulled back from the embrace. It only lasted two seconds at most, but even those seconds felt way too long to your boyfriend. “But, still, thank you.” 

“Mhm,” Dabi hummed. “How about we keep it as a surprise?” 

You frowned, that cute little crease settling in-between your eyebrows as it always did. Tomura felt the need to even it out with his fingers; the small movement almost a habit by now. He fought the urge, however, and stayed hidden. The conversation you and Dabi shared seemed far from over. 

“A surprise?” You asked, head tilted to the side. The ends of your mouth turned downwards, and you scratched your elbow. “I—I don’t know if that is a good idea. Tomura doesn’t really like surprises, especially one like this, I feel like.” 

“Oh, c’mon,” Dabi responded. He moved to stand eye-to-eye with you, one side of his lips inching upwards into a small smirk. “Surely, he wouldn’t mind you going for something bigger? It’s just this once, after all. We can keep it a secret for now.” 

His head hurt. Searching for the meaning behind Dabi’s words, the context he was missing was tiring—but once he did, that headache made way for something else. Unbridled anger as the words properly settled in. You wanted to try something bigger, and you were choosing Dabi of all people to get it from. Nevermind utterly humiliating him in front of that bastard, now you also chose him to be the person that would help you cheat on him. 

Tomura felt the familiar itch returning; the itch to destroy, to kill, to get rid of all things he didn’t like. An itch that hadn’t made an appearance since you’d gotten together. All things, all people—the source of his rage all pointed towards a single person. And it wasn’t you. No, no, never you. He could never do that to you. For you, he had something else in store. 

“Oh,” he heard you mumble, voice hushed to a whisper. “No…I—that’s not a very good idea, I think.” 

Had he perhaps misread your signs? Were you not satisfied with him?

Each time he took you, you’d twitch underneath him, you’d struggle to take him all the way to the hilt—no matter how much he prepared you for it. Your cute little doe-eyes would look up at him, filling to the brim with tears as you begged him to let you cum, your nails leaving little indents on his shoulder blades as they racked up and down his back. 

And he truly, truly thought he was doing a well enough job in the moments he’d have you crying out his name as he fucked you through your orgasm.

Maybe he was wrong. 

Tomura had heard enough. You were about to continue talking, he could see, but he was in no way in the mood for it. He moved faster than both you or Dabi could comprehend, storming into the room with a deep frown and a clenched jaw. 

“No, it’s not a fucking good idea,” he snarled towards the both of you. Four of his fingers harshly grabbed a hold of your upper arm, pulling you towards him. A startled gasp left you, though you stifled it rather quickly upon noticing the expression he carried. “Come with me.” 

It wasn’t as if you had much choice in the matter. 

“Bro, calm down, we were ju—” 

Dabi’s words fell on deaf ears. Tomura didn’t listen, not to him, and not to you, he instead marched over to your bedroom—only stopping his rough movements and letting go of your arm when he went to lock the door. He threw you against it, ignoring the slight sound of pain that slipped past your lips. With a pout, you rubbed the spot on the back of your head that got hit. 

“What the hell was that for?” 

“Shut up,” he snapped. “Quit acting so fucking stupid.” With one step, he closed the space between the two of you. His slender figure pressed up against yours, tits squishing against his chest as he trapped you between himself and the wooden surface behind you. “You know exactly what the hell that was for.” He mumbled. Due to the close proximity, you felt his breath fanning your face. 

“I—I don’t. Tomura, I—” 

“Shut up!” He repeated. “Just—shut up.” 

One of his hands wrapped around your waist, pushing you tighter against his hips. The other found its way up into your hair, careful at first, delicate as he carded through the locks, then, all at once, he used four of his fingers to harshly tug it downwards. A sharp whine left you at the sting. He looked down at you from this angle, and it send a shiver down your spine.

His breathing was erratic, his chest heaved up and down, and you felt yourself squirm beneath him as he took his sweet time glancing over every inch of your body. Tomura took a peek at your chest, where your tits were sitting so prettily in that tight little shirt, moving up and down as you panted. He looked at your legs, almost fully visible in that skimpy skirt you’d chosen to wear today—almost as if you’d planned to fuck Dabi today. How dare you wear such an outfit for anybody other than him? 

He exhaled; jaw still clenched as he captured your eyes with his again. The red within turned less scarlet by the second, rapidly fading into a deep bordeaux. You gasped when you felt his nose nudging the side of your cheek, swallowing as you watched him lean in towards your ear. His lips grazed your soft skin as he spoke. 

“I’m very angry,” he admitted. “So, be a doll, and do what I say.” 

It felt good to use the nickname like that. Tomura found relief in using it in a derogatory way. The hand he had in your hair carefully slid down, and he used it to put a few of your locks behind your ear as he pulled himself back from you. The smile on his lips unnerved you, and yet excited you at the same time. Never had you seen him this angry, at the very least not at you. 

“O—Okay,” you whispered, captivated by the feral look in his eyes. “Okay. I—I’m sorry, for whatever I—” 

“On your knees.” 

Somewhere, you should’ve known trying to apologise now would be futile. Even if you weren’t entirely sure what you’d done wrong to rile him up so badly. You blinked at him. Stupidly, if you were to ask him. An irritatingly, innocent look on your face. Aren’t you such a pretty little actress, hm? Acting as if you weren’t verbally expressing your desire to walk the path of infidelity. 

Tomura pulled on your hair again; you managed to stifle your whimpers this time around. This little performance of yours was pissing him off—almost as much as it was turning him on. As aggravating as it was, he still felt his pants tighten considerably at those troublesome doe-eyes you were giving him. Fuck you. Fuck you and those stupid eyes. Luckily for him—he was about to. 

“Are you fucking deaf?” He lashed out, nose poking into the skin of your cheek. You shook your head quickly, squeezing your eyes shut. “Then get on your fucking knees.” 

“Okay! Okay!” 

Slowly, almost too slowly, you finally kneeled down to the ground. Your fingers traced alongside his trousers as you went, but one scalding glare from him had you remove them. Of course—he wasn’t in a particularly good mood. Testing him any further was bound to end in tragedy. You released a shaky breath once your knees touched the wooden flooring, withholding a flinch at the cold temperature of it. 

You looked back up at him, waiting, for what—he didn’t know. Tomura scoffed. “You know what to do, don’t you? Been down here plenty of times before,” he huffed. Somehow, him removing his eyes from your figure hurt. 

If anything, your pretend-confusion was fuelling his impatience. For a second he hesitated, entertained the thought of you being genuinely baffled at his behaviour. Then the words you’d given to Dabi fought themselves back into his head, and all previous doubt washed away. Even if they hadn’t—you still reached for his belt buckle despite your so-called confusion. 

You didn’t need to pretend. Tomura was well aware how much you enjoyed sucking him off, almost as much as he did receiving it. You once tried hiding it, but the second he got down to finger you after you’d given him head, to prepare you for him, he was bewildered at the ease in which his fingers slid inside. Since then, you hadn’t tried to hide it. And even if you did, that whorish cunt of yours would betray you any day of the week when it came down to him.

It was one of many things he loved about you. Immediately, he discarded that thought. No—no, he wasn’t going to love you tonight. He was mad, furious even, and he’ll be damn sure to let you know. 

Your nimble fingers hastily made work of the buckle, a soft clinging sound the only sound save for your heavy pants; the rapid tufts of air hit his pelvis as you scrambled to get his dick out from its restraints. Before Tomura could scold you about taking your sweet, sweet time, your hand ducked into his boxers. You earned yourself a hiss at the sudden contact, and, then, a sigh in relief as you started moving up and down, and up and down, setting a steady pace. 

He was about to sputter out a protest when you removed your hand away from him, though he quickly decided against it when he saw you spit into the palm of your hand. Using your saliva and the drops of pre-cum he’d produced as slick to get rid of the friction, he had to withhold a groan as you now started moving again—this time without the slight burn customary of some pesky dryness.

You thumbed his tip, having him stutter. He looked at you again, and he grinned at the way you seemed to lap up the attention. His attention—only his. Four of his fingers pushed against your head. It was clear as day what he wanted you to do, and from the way you bit your bottom lip in anticipation, thighs rubbing together to chase some type of relief—you didn’t mind it at all.

With a newfound vigour, you hastily tucked some escaped strands of your hair back behind your ears. The smile you gave him as he gathered all your locks together into a make-shift ponytail, was almost enough to dwindle his anger. Almost. If you hadn’t tested the waters further, hadn’t continued jerking him off and ignoring his blatant hints, he would’ve lost his fury tight then and there. 

Before he could lash out, however, your plumb lips wrapped around his tip, and all thoughts of scolding were put on the back-burner. You sucked harshly, earning yourself a hiss, and a disapproving glare from above. You grinned, still suckling on the tip only as you swirled around it with your tongue.

Tomura muttered a sound of disagreement. “No, no, no,” he mumbled, one finger tapping on your jaw. “Open.” He instructed. You frowned, eyes narrowing, but complying with his demand regardless. “Further.” He hummed in satisfaction as you listened, and tapped your jaw again. “More.” A devilish grin graced his lips as soon as you did so. “Good.” Then, all at once, he shoved his cock inside your awaiting mouth. 

You spluttered around his length, more than surprised at the sudden intrusion. Before, he would always ease you into it. Never had he taken you so roughly. Certainly not your mouth. Small fists hit his thighs, small in comparison to his frame, and you tried to pull your head back—though, you should’ve known that he wouldn’t let you. He simply let out a low groan, head thrown back as he felt your throat constricting around him when you gagged. 

He didn’t stop. Who cared about your fists continuously hitting his legs? Tomura moved his hips, fucking into your mouth with a newfound ecstasy coursing through him. Fuck—you felt so good. He peeked down through his eyelashes, a sadistic grin forming on his lips as he watched the tears form in your eyes. You gagged again, pushed yourself back, again. Aren’t you a fucking liar. 

Stop squeezing your thighs together. Stop trying to reach a hand down towards your clit. Stop trying to chase your own high. Maybe then he’ll take your word for it, maybe then he’ll believe you’re not thoroughly enjoying getting your throat fucked like a common whore. 

Once again, you spluttered around him. This time he’d purposely sought it out, with the four fingers pressing you down towards his pelvis. “What’s wrong, baby,” he mocked, the coo in his voice the cause of your furiously heated cheeks. “Hm? ‘Thought it wasn’t anything big—fuck—just, shit, just something small. Stop, ngh, stop struggling, then.” 

That cute little frown settled on your forehead again, in-between your brows, and this time he pushed it back down with his index finger. “Shh,” he murmured in response to your muffled whine. “Just take it. Shouldn’t be too difficult, after all.” The last part of his sentence lacked his previous joyful taunting. It didn’t seem you were taking his words to heart; too consumed with his cock in your mouth to focus on anything else. 

Your eyes widened as he slowed his pace, steadily coming to a slow rhythm opposed to the rapid thrust from before. Tomura allowed you to take him inch by inch, pushing more and more of him down your throat until he was fully in again. He let out a guttural moan when he felt your nose nudging his pelvis, your nails scratching into the fabric of his jeans, you constricting around him again. You truly did feel like a blessing when you brought him such bliss.

“Fuck, keep going like that,” he groaned. With his head thrown back, he missed the sight of you looking up at him with tears dripping down the apples of your cheeks. Loud hums left you, used as a signal to tell him that you couldn’t breathe. Of course, he didn’t particularly care right now. “Just a bit more, baby, just a bit—shit, fuck, fuck—” 

Groan after groan left him, weaving a beautiful song together as he chased that high, only so he could throw himself off the edge of it. Tomura pulled you back from his cock, ignoring the way you heaved for air, and switched back to thrusting in your mouth. He went harder, faster, deeper, faster again, until he felt himself nearing the edge. A string of curse words tumbled past his lips, and quickly, before you could properly comprehend it—he pulled out of your mouth. 

You panted as he did so, trying to gather every bit of air you could. The entirety of your forehead was drenched in sweat, baby-hairs sticking to it, and your cheeks were wet with tears, your mouth still connected to his cock by a mixture of saliva and pre-cum. With tired eyes, you looked up at him. 

If you really were to leave him after this….well, then he was for sure going to make the absolute most out of it. 

You’d always been his favourite sight to lay eyes on, but that amplified tenfold as soon as your pretty face was debauched by his release. And so, he painted your face white again. Clutching onto the experience for, perhaps, the last time ever. 

As soon as you caught up to his plans, you’d closed your eyes and opened your mouth. Greedy, hungry to take it all. A thick, heavy rope of his cum landed on your cheek, and another one on your tongue as you hurried to lap it up, another one decorated the bridge of your nose, and fuck—weren’t you gorgeous. 

Tomura’s chest heaved up and down as he looked at you, each gasp of air felt like it wouldn’t be enough to get the rapid beat of his heart to normal. Quickly, he tore his eyes away from you, and towards your bed. Just for a moment. Immediately after, two of his fingers reached out to scoop up his release. He gathered all of the residue from your pretty face, cleaning it up until everything was on his fingers, and then harshly shoved them into your mouth. 

You gurgled around his fingers for a few second, once again surprised at the sudden fill, but it didn’t take long for you to gather your bearings. As soon as you started lapping up the cum around his fingers, sucking the digits clean, he grinned. Such a greedy little whore for him. You always were. Always. All the more reason for him to get angry at your conversation with Dabi. 

Were you just a whore, then? Not his whore, but simply a general one. He wasn’t too sure if he could accept that. 

Tomura leaned down. One of his knees joined yours on the floor. With two of his fingers still in your mouth, he used his other hand to grab your chin. He pulled you towards him, relishing in the way your breath hit his face as you fought to catch your breath. Your eyes locked onto his. 

“On the bed,” he said, nose nudging yours slightly. He cursed under his breath when he felt you suck eagerly on his fingers, the acknowledgement at his words sending his blood straight to his cock again. “All fours, face down, ass up. Think you can do that, hm?” 

You nodded furiously, eyes still damp with tears as you ached for him to finger you, to fuck you, to do something to you. Tomura pulled his fingers out of your mouth with force, enjoying the way you coughed and cleared your throat as a response. As soon as you’d found your composure again, you looked at him. 

You looked at him as if he carried the world on his shoulders. Why ever think of cheating, then? His eyes glazed over again as the words echoed in the back of his mind. Something small, something small, something small. Your whine pulled him out of it, and he blinked as he watched you push yourself closer to him—you were trying to sneak a kiss. 

“No,” he said firmly, almost as if he was bored. Four of his fingers cupped your face, squeezing your cheeks together to halt your movement. You wouldn’t get a kiss from him. Not this time. “No. Get a move on.” 

Your bottom lip wobbled, and he rolled his eyes. If this wasn’t one of the oldest tricks in your book. You knew he’d do anything to prevent you from crying—on usual circumstances, that is. You looked up at him, still on your knees, and a tear fell from your eyes as you blinked. You were waiting for him to change his mind, to give in as he usually would. His hold on your cheeks tightened, and his glare never wavered. 

“Get. Going.” 

There was a small hint of surprise on your face. Of course, your sweet little boyfriend wasn’t in a sweet mood. You really should’ve thought about that before trying to pull out the waterworks to get your way. You cleared your throat, sniffing, and wiping away the tear before you quickly got up and positioned yourself on the mattress. 

The skirt you wore inched up to your back, and you never bothered to adjust it. Instead, you allowed him a full view of your perky ass and thoroughly soiled panties. Were you enjoying this that much? Perhaps you still hadn’t gotten the message. 

No matter—he’ll fuck it into you. 

Your antics annoyed him, but, fuck, if the view you’d given him wasn’t one for sore eyes. The plush skin of your ass was calling out to him, asking, no, begging him to touch it. And he was sure the amount of slick that was dripping down your thighs and wetting your panties, was something he’d never seen before. Supple thighs stained; lacy thong utterly ruined. 

He was trying to be mad at you. Trying to tell you he was. He should’ve known you’d be too much of a slut to see any of this as a punishment.

Before finally laying a hand on your figure, Tomura reached for the gloves he’d thrown off this morning. Leaning down with a groan, an annoyed one, as it was one more step to take before he got to burry himself inside you again, he snatched the gloves from a nearby side-table. As mad as he was at you—he still didn’t want you dead. And in his current state, he wasn’t entirely sure he could trust himself not to accidentally use five fingers. 

Soft footsteps graced your ears, and a quiet yelp left you as you finally felt his fingers touching your skin—three of them, now, as his pinkie and ring finger were covered by the supple leather. 

A low rumble sounded through his chest, and he sighed as he kneaded the flash of your ass between his fingers with one hand, the other being used to rut his dick up into. Tomura cursed under his breath as he glanced down at his ever-hardening cock. He never needed long to get himself going again, not with you. 

A squeak left you when you felt his tip prodding your clothed core, pushing the sullied fabric further into your wetness. Droplets of his pre-cum only adding to the mess between your legs. He wondered what was on your mind right now. And he wondered if you’d caught on to what he was planning, yet. 

Your shaking hand raised from the bed, fingers twitching as you pointed at what was behind him. At the same place he’d just retrieved his gloves from. “Condoms are—are on the side-table,” you managed to get out. 

“Huh?” Tomura mumbled, and turned his head to look at the box he’d purposely left behind. He chuckled, firmly pinching your flesh between his fingers. “Yeah, that’s nice. They look real pretty sitting over there.” Grunting as he tugged your figure backwards, relishing in the feel of your cunt tightly pressed against him. “And they’ll stay pretty. Over there.” 

You couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped; conflicted, turned-on, and impatient. The second of the pair took over as your boyfriend reached for the side of your panties, pushing them aside and letting them snap back against your ass with a loud snap. You flinched at the sound more than at the feel. The hand he had on your hip tightened, fingertips leaving crescent indents into your bare skin as he pushed your skirt further up. This was taking too long. You wanted him—now. The risk of him fucking you raw far less important to you than getting fucked silly. 

It was cold when he pushed your thong aside, the warmth of your pussy much higher than the one of the rooms. You shivered as he brought the tip towards your folds, a strangled groan leaving him as he slid it through your slick. Tomura cursed again, a plethora of colourful words coming out of him as he toyed with your pussy a bit longer—prodding you here and there but never going in fully. 

Once you felt him push the tip in, finally, a sudden rush of panic washed over. Was he really going to take you like this? 

“Wait—are you—are you not gonna gra—Fuck!”

Tomura didn’t give you a second to complain. All at once, and without warning, he bullied his cock through your folds and into that sweet, sweet cunt. The stretch burned, the sudden intrusion hurt, and the only thing that prevented an agonising wail was the slick you’d gathered by sucking him off. 

It still hurt—you both knew. You from the signs your body was giving you, and him from your pitiful whines and pathetic stutters. The thing was, he didn’t seem to care much. And for some reason….neither did you.

When he was fully inside, he leaned down. Never moving, simply positioning himself near your head to answer the question you’d tried to push out. “No,” he whispered, looking at you through his lashes. An unknown look occupied his eyes as he tucked your hair behind your ear. “No, I’m not going to grab one.” 

Again—if you really were to leave him after tonight, Tomura at least wanted to fuck you raw just this once. To fill you up to the brim, to see his cum seeping out of you. Just this once. As a consolation from himself to himself. 

You wanted to make a comment, he knew. Something smart, as you always did. A quip like ‘yes, I’ve gathered that myself, funnily enough,’ but you never got the chance. Instead, a sharp gasp left you, fingers curling into the duvet and cheek getting squished into the mattress as he started moving. He hammered into you, in-out-in-out, pace never faltering and way too quick for your thoughts to stay coherent. 

One of his hands left your waist, and at first Tomura tried putting his shirt between his teeth to allow him a full view of your greedy pussy sucking his cock in so perfectly. Though, he settled on taking it off completely once it kept getting in the way. Not once did he stop his thrusts as he moved, as he discarded the black tee across the room. You kept clenching around him, making that tight feel even more prominent. 

“T—Tomu,” you babbled, a gasp interrupting your sentence. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt his tip prodding a spot that had you keen, toes curling as he continued hitting it. “Please—I, ngh, just—wait—too—too fast.” 

“Shh, you don’t need a second,” he told you, leaving very little room for arguments. A euphoric sigh left him when he thrusted again, the wail you let out music to his ears, the way your ass jiggled with each pump something they should put in the Louvre. “It’s—fuck—it’s just something—small, right?” 

You shook your head no. Fast. Furiously, so. Tears gathered at your waterline, more so from pure bliss rather than pain. The lack of prep burned at the start, it still does, but less so. “No! No! It’s—what are you—” 

“Shut up,” he snapped. One of his palms harshly struck one of your ass cheeks, and his cock twitched at the way you yelped in surprise. Don’t think he missed the way you tightened around him—he didn’t. His hand reached for your throat, abandoning your waist, and he pulled you upwards. With your back against his chest, he brought his mouth next to your ear. “Just shut the fuck up.” 

“O—Okay,” you stuttered, a strangled moan leaving you again as he picked up the pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin got louder, and louder, and louder; the skin of your ass now a bright red from the way he hit it a few seconds ago. You whined against him, your hand finding the one that was resting on his throat. “F—Fuck, Tomura.” 

He squeezed. “Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?” He sneered, and you opened your mouth to apologise. A wrong decision on your part, as he grabbed your jaw to keep your lips apart. Then, before you realised, he spit into your mouth, eyebrows furrowed in frustration as he watched you swallow it down without even being told to do so. “Fucking whore.” 

Fuck—he’d never called you that with such disdain, such anger, such harshness before. You almost felt ashamed of the way it had your pussy flutter around him. He grunted at the feeling, dick twitching at the way you sucked him in so perfectly. You were so warm, so snug, and so perfectly moulded for him.

For him. And absolutely nobody else. Nobody else—ever again. If Dabi dared to lay a hand on you in such a way, Tomura would kill him. League of Villains be damned. 

An overabundance of groans, mumbles, and moans left him as he pounded away at your cunt. The squelching of your slick the finest tune to ever hit his ears, especially as it started coating his balls as well as your thighs in your juices. So, so wet—but not wet enough. 

He hammered at the spot he knew would have you whimper, and grinned when you did just that. You clawed at his hips; head thrown back against his shoulder. The only thing he did was pull you tighter against him as he moved the hand on your waist towards your front. 

Careful caresses turned to rough squeezes, and you yelped as he took one of your tits into the palm of his hand; squeezing so hard it lingered on the edge of pain. He tweaked your nipple through your shirt, only moving on towards other parts of your body once he saw you getting accustomed to the touch. You whined at the loss, but a gasp interrupted the sound. Two of his fingers toyed with your clit, and you truly, truly hoped he wasn’t angry enough to leave you high and dry. 

“Please,” you heaved; droplets of sweat decorating your forehead. 

Tomura did contemplate not letting you cum at all. Then, he realised ruining you forever would be an infinitely better way to go—ruining you so badly, no other touch would ever compare to his. You can go. You can leave him, by all means. 

But you will be absolutely miserable. 

He grinned at the plan forming in his head. Yes—that was what he would do.

The stimulation of his dick rutting inside you, prodding against your inner walls so roughly and so perfectly, the way his fingers circled your clit, it was almost too much. His pace was relentless, and it was clear he was worked up, unforgiving, as he worked his frustrations out on you. He was both literally and figuratively fucking you raw. 

And it felt so good, to you, and to him. To finally be as close as possible, to no longer have a barrier—to feel all of the other. You could feel every vein, every curve, every throb of his cock, and it was absolutely euphoric. 

The ecstasy coursing through you was conveyed vocally, your moans picking up in pitch as he continued, slight hiccups joining in as tears of ecstasy started cascading down your cheeks. Tomura hummed, and brought the hand around your throat up towards your face. His thumb picked up one of the tears you allowed to fall, and he put it in his mouth, sucking on the salty liquid. After that, his hand found your throat again. 

You clasped your eyes shut. “’m close—‘m close,” you managed to gasp. 

Your reached for him, to hold onto him, feeling your knees starting to give out. He grunted at your declaration, never stopping, never pausing to push your arm away from the back of his neck. If anything, you felt him apply the slightest bit of pressure to your neck again. 

With his fingers tightly around your throat, on your clit, and with his fat cock bullying its way in-and-out of your pussy, you felt your orgasm was long overdue. When it finally, finally hit, you were trembling in his grasp. Strangled gasps and stuttered moans left you, your high washing over you in sharp waves as you clamped down around him. The mere feel of it had him barrelling over the edge after you. 

Tomura moaned as he came—for the first time ever since the two of you got together. Unfiltered, unrestrained, as he allowed himself to fill you up. His seed seeped into you, warm, thick and never-ending. You whimpered at the feeling, one of your hands finding his hair. You’d worry about finding a Plan B pill later. For now, you were savouring the way your cunt was milking him dry. He stuffed you to the brim, riding out both of your orgasms just a tad longer before pulling out abruptly. 

Some of his cum dripped out as soon as he did so, but he didn’t waste a second and immediately used two fingers to scoop it up and finger it back into you. You squeaked at the feeling, still overly sensitive as you came down from your high. The feeling of fullness only fully settled in once he put your panties back in place, paying no mind to the cum oozing out from the sides—it’d do a well-enough job at keeping it inside for now. 

Tomura was done after that. Something he made very well known, as he let go of your body after which caused you to fall back onto the mattress. A feeling of emptiness washed over you, ironic, considering your current situation. You turned around quickly, features carrying nothing but hurt, lips downturned into a pout, as you watched him tuck himself back in his pants. 

He turned his back towards you. Glancing around the room, probably for the shirt he’d discarded, he never once paid any mind to you. As if you weren’t there. As if he wasn’t fucking you stupid a few seconds ago. 

“Tomu?” You called out meekly, voice small and almost reduced to a whisper. You fiddled with the duvet underneath you, glancing between the blanket and your boyfriend who was still giving you the cold shoulder. “Are you—Aren’t you going to…” 

“Going to what?” He snapped; still, he didn’t look at you. Instead, he started focusing on putting his shirt back on. Once his head popped back up from the top, he finally sought you out. The look in his eyes had you frown. “Going to hold you after? Go ask Dabi to do so.” 

“Why would I want Dabi to do so?” 

He laughed. He laughed, but very little of it was genuine. “Oh? So, he’s not enough for a cuddle, but you’re more than eager to try out his something big.” 

You blinked at him. Did he….no, did he sound hurt? You thought you saw anger in his eyes at first, but slowly, now that the sex was over, it started making way for something else to shine through. Something you hadn’t seen on him before.

“What are you talking about?” 

The aggravated sigh he let out scared you, and you leaned backwards slightly when he threw his hands around in the air as an emphasis of his annoyed state. “Don’t act fucking stupid with me! I heard your conversation. Next time just fuckin’ talk to your boyfriend about that shit instead of complaining about it to others, fuck!” His voice sounded raw at the end of the sentence, choked-up. It tugged on your heartstrings. 

He’d heard your conversation…had he—did he think it was about…? 

“I—Oh.” 

It was the only thing you managed to get out. The wrong words, as it seemed, considering Tomura only got more upset. You hadn’t meant for him to overhear, much less think it’s about….that. This was all a huge misunderstanding. A misunderstanding that did, admittedly, delivered you one of the best fuckings of your life (so far). 

“Yes. Oh. Now, do us both a favour, and get out, okay?” 

“No, no, Tomura, that—that wasn’t about you.” You explained, or tried to. He raised an eyebrow, his face displaying a sense of disbelief all-round. Wincing, you hurried up from the bed, discarding how his cum started dripping down your leg as you walked over to him. “I mean it was, but not in the way you think. It…it was for your birthday.” 

Tomura frowned. He was silent for a bit, blinking a couple of times as if it’d help settle the words in faster. “My birthday?” He mumbled after a while, voice quiet and dialled down to a hushed whisper. 

Carefully, your hand reached out for his. Still with the gloves on, he allowed you to tangle them together. It could be that he was too shocked at your words to push you away, or perhaps you’d assured him enough to let you hold his hand for now. You really hoped for it to be the latter. 

“Yes.” You confirmed, giving him a small, sad smile. “You’re turning twenty-one. That’s a big one, so….I thought of swapping our usual celebration for a bigger one. I just….wasn’t sure if that was something you’d be into.” 

Tomura grunted. If he was to be honest, it wouldn’t be something he would be into. And Dabi was, as annoying as he deemed it, right—he would be sulking all night. Which reminded him….

“Then, why the fuck did Dabi offer to help?” 

You chuckled at the scowl on his face, poking a finger at the end of his mouth to push it back down. He swatted your hand away, though never showed any true malice. If you weren’t mistaken, you even saw a hint of amusement in his eyes. 

“He probably knew you were there,” you said. “He gets a kick out of pissing you off.” 

“Yeah, he does,” he mumbled, shaking his head. “Fucking asshole.” 

You laughed, airy and light, a complete opposite to the mood a mere thirty seconds ago. Tomura pursed his lips together, the closest you’d get to a smile from him, and squeezed your hand. There was more he wanted to say, you knew there was, but it seemed he wasn’t quite ready, yet. So, you waited, waited, and waited, until he finally took a sharp inhale of breath. 

Turning to look away from you again, hiding the slight colouring of his cheeks from your sight, he cleared his throat. “So…you—you are happy…with me?” 

You smiled, kissing his cheek. “Very happy.” You assured him, your free hand reached up towards his face, tucking a few strands of his hair out of the way so you could get a proper look at him. “…And, we both know you’re far from something small.” 

He grumbled some stuff under his breath, feigning a certain amount of nonchalance. If you hadn’t known him as long as you had, you would’ve believed him—but this time, you knew his signs, and you noticed the way the tips of his ears turned red. You didn’t point it out. Something told you he wouldn’t appreciate it. That didn’t stop you from appreciating it, however, no matter how much he tried to hide his face. Only when he murmured something under his breath, did he pull you out of the daze you were in. 

“We have to go to the pharmacy,” he reminded you, glancing down at your skirt. A heavy blush flowed to your cheeks, and you cleared your throat. “Don’t really feel like being a father to someone.” 

“Right, right, me, neither….” You chuckled, scratching the back of your head as you tried to pass off your current embarrassment. It didn’t work, and he noticed, at least, it seemed that way from the grin tugging at the edge of his lips. “Let me just get changed really qui—” 

“No.” 

You blinked at him, startled at the insinuation he was making. “But—it…it’ll drip, and people, they—they’ll see.” You stammered, feeling the heat once again rise to your face. 

“Better keep it inside then.” Tomura mumbled, gloved hand wrapping around your wrist to tug you along. He didn’t seem to pay much mind to the way you looked at him; widened eyes, open mouth, and raised eyebrows—though, you did catch the smirk on his lips as he unlocked the door again. “Let’s go.” 

….And, well, who were you to say no? You had a pharmacy to go to.