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Welcoming Tomura back after his quirk surgery thing…

Like, assuming this is an alternate reality where the heroes didn’t break him out early, and he went back to PLF headquarters for a night to see you.

I am a lover-boy-tomura truther y’all, this man is a YEARNER.

Also, this is like an actual fic, not the little headcanon things or whatever I usually post, so it’s kinda long…and not proofread

Tags: fem!reader, maybe kinda ooc, tomura is sooo soft for reader (he’s trying his best), smut, sub!reader, dom/softdom!tomura, established relationship, yearning, dry humping, oral (f receiving), PRAISE, light degradation, lots of affection (in tomura’s special way, y’know?), just a little bit of rough sex, kinda skips to more soft and intimate sex, implied breeding in like one line, a little aftercare

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Tomura would be a sight to behold as soon as he walked in, dressed in that damn compression shirt, practically exuding power, his eyes dark as they focus directly on you.

There’s no words, no real greeting besides a gruff “hey” as he’s already dragging you up the stairs to the big master bedroom you’ve been keeping warm in his absence. People practically leap put of his way as he walks, no one daring to meet his eye now that he’s back, not that he cares. He’s focused solely on you- on getting you in that damn bed and in his arms before he has to wait a second longer. He’s been gone for four months after all, and he…missed you…even though he was unconscious for most of it. And you missed him too, right?

—

“Tomura, seriously-.” You start, as he tugs you into the bedroom and closes the door firmly.

“Quiet. Get on the bed.” Tomura interrupts, already kicking off his shoes.

You blush but huff in irritation. Yeah, he’s been gone for four months. You missed him more than you can say, but you also know that this isn’t the most important thing right now.

“Tomura.” You demand, standing your ground and crossing your arms. “We need to talk first. You need to be up to date-.”

He cuts you off with just a look this time, his red eyes cutting straight to yours. Your breath catches softly, a little shiver running down your spine. He’s different now, you can tell. More than just physically, there’s a different sort of aura around him now.

But he’s still just Tomura. Your Tomura. And the fact you aren’t scared of him is what makes him crave you so much in the first place.

“Don’t give me that look.” You demand again, a bit softer this time. “There are things we need to go over.”

You turn away, leaving your shoes on the other side of the doorway. There are so many things to tell him, things to update him on. Who’s left the PLF, who’s joined it, what the heroes have been up to, smaller missions within the PLF, how the original League are doing in their new posts, and most importantly you need to figure out how he is doing after his procedure—.

This time your thoughts are cut off, not by a word or a look, but by a touch. Tomura’s touch is so careful and gentle with you, yet heavy in its intensity as his fingerips brush down your upper arm.

You can feel him standing behind you. That new aura is almost a physical weight, pressing down on you as he steps right up behind you. His other hand comes up, missing a couple fingers but still strong as he holds your waist.

“I don’t want to talk.” He starts, low but softer now. “I don’t wanna think.”

You let out a little breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Your shoulders lose the tension they’d gathered. Tomura notices, of course, the exact second you begin relaxing into his presence just like you used to. He leans in closer, his chest brushing against your back as he invades your space. His hand not on your waist trails back up to brush the hair off your neck and shoulder, his breath shaking just subtly as he leans in closer.

Rough lips meet the skin of the crook of your neck, his arms slipping around your waist and tugging you flush against his chest now. He doesn’t kiss, necessarily, just nuzzles in closer and breathes you in like you’re the oxygen he’d been deprived of during the treatment. His hands sink into your skin, careful but firm, clinging to you but so painfully aware of how fragile you are compared to him.

“Tomura…” You mumble, so soft now it’s hardly even reluctant anymore.

He hums lightly in response, but his voice is so low it’s almost a purr. He knows you want to talk, but you know your mind is quickly losing grasp of the laundry list of topics you need to discuss with him. Your hands move to his, gentle at first before caressing the rough back of his palms, your fingers trailing over the bumps and dips his knuckles.

“Tell me you really don’t want this…Tell me to stop.” Tomura murmurs, dragging his lips up your neck until they’re right next to your ear, and you know he means it. He’ll stop if you tell him to. “But if you do want me…I need you to get on the bed. Now.”

Well, that’s what kills you, really. His touch, his words, his presence. But it’s his voice, soft with a vulnerability he never shows but low with a hunger that’s been building for months, somehow begging and commanding at the same time while simultaneously giving you an honest out. How could you not give in?

—

Things progressed quickly after that.

You grabbed his hand as you finally obeyed his plea to get on the bed, pulling him with you as you scoot up towards the pillows. He kissed you on the way down, rough lips moving with desperation as he pressed you down onto your back beneath him. Little pants and whimpers were already spilling from the both of you, the weight of your separation hitting like a ton of bricks once that connection was finally reignited.

Tomura’s hands were everywhere. Your face, your neck, sliding down your shoulders and arms to hold your hands, grabbing your hips before pushing back up over your tummy an your chest, then sliding all the way back down to your thighs as he settled his hips between them.

He pulled away from the kiss as he pressed his covered bulge right into the warmth between your thighs, his hips cradled snugly in yours. “Touch me,” Tomura murmured, rough against the side of your neck. “Everywhere. Touch me…”

You obliged immediately, gentle hands skating up his sculpted arms and shoulders before sliding down his front slowly. He arched into the touch, a needy gasp escaping his lips. You traced every line of his body, re-familiarizing yourself with the edges and curves and rough skin and soft gives of his body, every single inch that you’ve been dreaming of since he left you. He throbbed in his pants as you delicately traced your fingertips down his v-line, so hard you felt it through your pants and send a wave of heat straight to your center.

His hands fully grab your hips then, holding them firm and steady as he rolls his own into them. A ragged groan leaves Tomura’s lips, vibrating the skin of your neck where his teeth graze the softness of it. A gasp leaves your own lips, your thighs pushing further apart as if your entire being is aching for him…and it is.

Soft fingertips find their way under his shirt, trailing up over his flexed back and tugging him down closer. You want him- need him- close, need the pressure of him, the weight of him on you. He obliges, of course, pressing down against you harder as his hips roll heavily onto yours.

“Tell me…” Tomura gasps suddenly, his lips and teeth now trailing up your neck to your jaw. “Tell me you missed me…You did, didn’t you?”

God, the plea in his voice nearly breaks your heart as much as it makes your pussy throb.

“I missed you- fuck, of course I missed you, Tomura.” You respond almost immediately, only a second late because he nipped at your skin and drew a small whine from your lips.

Something between a groan and a gasp leaves him as you say it, and you can feel the way his heart thudded against his chest. A strong hand slides down from your hip to your thigh, tugging it up and hooking your leg around waist. His hips roll harder now, a slow but heavy draaaag of his arousal against yours, over and over again.

He pulls back then, and for the first time since you got on the bed, you can see Tomura’s face clearly. He’s flushed now, cheeks pink and lips glossy from kisses. But it’s his eyes that get you, wide with hunger but dilated with affection. He’s looking at you like that, like you’re the only thing in the whole world, like you’re the only thought in his head.

You stare back at him, even as your lips part on soft gasps and whimpers when the large bulge in his pants scrapes over your clothed clit. Your eyes are just as dilated, just as enraptured by him as he is by you. Your hands travel down to his waist, urging him even closer.

This time, Tomura just about loses his mind. His head drops, forehead resting on yours as he closes his eyes. He’s gone still now, aside from the way his chest heaves with pants. “You’re gonna kill me…before I even get inside you.” He rasps, and you have to hold back a little laugh.

“What’d I do?” You ask, tone deceivingly innocent. But really, you wanna know exactly what’s going through his head right now.

A grin spreads on his face, not dark like it usually is but genuinely amused. He opens his eyes to look down at you, a hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“Lookin’ at me with your pretty eyes…Pretty-ass face…” Tomura squishes your cheeks a little between his thumb and forefinger as he speaks, forcing you into a slight pout, a subtle growl in his voice like he’s holding back from attacking you. “…Just like that…my pretty girl…”

Your cheeks heat up instantly against his fingers, eyes widening a little. Compliments like that always catch you a bit off guard, but you’re even more susceptible to them now that he’s been gone for so long. Tomura notices, of course, and he squeezes your cheeks a little harder for a second before letting go.

“Fuckin’ adorable.” He mutters roughly just before pressing his lips to yours again.

This time, he gets right to it.

His tongue is plundering your mouth before you can really comprehend it, his hands tugging so hard at your clothes they start ripping (not that you care). You’re the same way, in fact, tugging and nearly tearing at his clothes because you’d rather ruin his shirt than have to pull away from the kiss for even a second.

Rough fingers find the clasp of your bra and undo it without hesitation, practically ripping the piece down your arms and tossing it away. Tomura pulls back with a reluctant little groan, but his eyes lock onto your tits immediately. He dives down like a man starved, licking and sucking and biting at your nipples while his hands meanly grope the rest of the soft skin.

You whine and whimper, hands tangling in his hair and back arching up into him. He groans around your nipple while his tongue rolls over the little bud over and over again. Your eyes flutter closed, hands tugging at his hair as your thighs snap shut around his hips, your gasps getting needier and needier as you melt under him.

“T-Tomura,” You gasp, breathless and desperate. “Please, more- please?”

He pulls away from your tits then, and he’s not even trying to hide how much he wants to absolutely destroy you.

“More, huh?” He growls, crawling back up as he sinks his teeth into your collarbones and up your neck. “Need me enough to beg without me having to ask?”

You nod, unashamed, only tugging him closer as he bites a harsh mark into the side of your neck. It’s been far too long since he marked you, your skin as pristine as before you were his…and he has every intention on changing that tonight.

Tomura’s hand slides down your front, over your chest and tummy before he rests his fingertips on the hem of your pants. Your hips buck up a little, needy even though he’s barely close to where you need him. He chuckles softly, but it’s more of a growl as his cock throbs harshly in his pants.

“How wet are you gonna be when I touch you? Already soaked through your panties?” He asks lowly, trailing kisses along your jaw to get to the other side of your neck. “Or were you touching yourself while I was gone? Keeping yourself satisfied for me?”

You whimper sharply as he sinks his teeth into the other side of your neck, just barely not enough to draw blood. Your hands grab at his hair and his broad shoulders, hips instinctively rolling up in seek of his touch. Cheeks burning at his questions, you nod in confirmation that you’d been ‘keeping yourself satisfied’.

“Yeah?” He sounds like he’s on the verge of going insane, his thumb just barely grazing the skin under your waistband. “Tell me what you thought about.”

“You.” It comes out immediately, breathless like it’s obvious. And it is. Of course you’d only think about him while he was gone.

You can practically feel the grin growing on his face before you see it, smug but subtly affectionate. Both of Tomura’s hands are on your pants now, taking his damn time unbuttoning them as he demands again. “Yeah…but what about me? What do you want me to do?”

You feel your face flush now, staring up at him with wide eyes while your nails dig lightly into his shoulders. The hesitation only lasts a second before Tomura cocks his head a little and starts pulling his hands away. The words tumble from your mouth then, desperate for him to keep going, “I-I thought about you touching me…”

He puts his hands back on you and slowly undoes the button and zipper of your pants.

“…thought about your fingers inside me…”

He continues rewarding you by tugging your pants and panties down past your hips.

“…and y-your tongue…”

Your pants and panties are pulled all the way off, leaving you completely bare under him.

“…and your-…c-cock-…”

You stutter a little, gasping softly as he parts your thighs and groans softly at the wetness he finds.

“…and you…c-cumming inside- ngh-…”

This time, he finally gives you what you need. Your words are stuttered by gasps as he runs a rough finger up through the wetness of your slit, catching on your clit. Tomura pants lightly, immediately starting to rub at your clit with the pad of his finger at a moderate pace, his eyes dark as they flick between your own and his fingers.

“That’s what you were thinking about?” He rasps, his other hand holding your hips down as he rubs you. “Me filling you up? You’re feeling empty after all this time, aren’t you?”

You nod immediately again, moaning softly for him as your hips try to roll up into his touch. He holds you steady, fingers rolling over your clit just enough to have your eyes fluttering. The squelching coming from between your thighs makes your cheeks burn, but it makes his cock throb.

God knows how much Tomura’s been thinking about this- about you- about getting his hands on you and his dick as deep as possible. He’s never needed much sex, never needed much of anything, really. But you…you changed everything when you came into his life. When you let him close, let him hover, let him touch, let him inside…it flipped a switch in his brain. Suddenly everything was about you. He wants to destroy society and rebuild it…with you. He wants to kill everyone who’s ever wronged him…with you. He wants to gain all the power he possibly can, wants to expand his reach until everywhere and everything hangs in the precipice under his fingertips…with you.

So, yeah, Tomura’s been thinking about this since he went away. He leans down again, pressing a kiss to your cheek before working his way down past your neck, all the way down your sternum, and a peck to each hip before he’s face to face with the dripping folds of your pussy. It’s a mouthwatering sight, almost as good as the way you smile at him.

You look down at him, biting your lip in anticipation as a hand tangles in the hair at the top of his head. Your breath catches as he gropes your inner thighs, his thumbs spreading your lips wide as baring your most intimate place to his hungry eyes. His pupils dilate at the sight, widening like a wolf seeing fresh meat. And he eats you like it too.

Tomura dives in without preamble, lips and teeth and tongue absolutely making out with your pussy. A drawn out whine leaves your lips, hips jerking up into his face as your head falls back against the pillows. Rough hands hold your thighs open and your hips down while softer hands yank at his hair, both of you manipulating the other exactly how you want.

Your eyes roll back under Tomura’s ministrations. Even after all this time, he still remembers exactly how you like to be pleasured. A skilled tongue laps and flicks at your clit a few times before moving down to prod at your hole, lips suctioning hard enough on your clit to make your toes curl, and teeth just barely grazing over your sensitive flesh. God, he’s so fucking good…and it’s not surprising. You taught him everything he knows, after all.

He gulps down your juices like water, groaning and moaning like it feels better for him than you. And it might, considering the way he’s humping the mattress under him. He hooks his arms under and around your thighs, tugging you down sharply and eating you out even deeper.

“Tomura- ah-!” You whimper out, unable to even get the words out properly. “T-tomu’-.”

You cut yourself off when you look down at him, seeing him staring back up at you. But it’s different this time, his tongue slowing down significantly on your clit and his brows pitching up just a little. Then, all too soon, he’s pulling away, wiping his lips with the back of his hand before they’re pressed against yours- hard.

“Fuck-.” He grits out, deep voice vibrating against your lips as he plunders them with his own again. “Fuckin’ love when you call me that.” His hands aren’t on you anymore, instead tugging desperately at his pants to get them off and free his straining cock. The kiss is a clash of lips and teeth, dragging gasps from the two of you with every nip and lick.

You tug his hair to pull him closer before grabbing at his shoulders again, then shooting right down his front to help undo his pants. Once they’re finally down, your hand wraps around the base of his cock. Tomura pulls away from the kiss with a hiss, chest heaving as he kicks his pants away. He’s hard as a steel rod and hot as an iron brand in your hand, bright red and leaking like it’s been years since he’s had you.

He’s able to handle one pump from your hand before he has to pull you away, both of your wrists getting pinned beneath one of his rough palms above your head. He’s heaving now, trembling and pressing closer like he’ll die without you. You both gasp as his tip pokes at your entrance.

“I can’t-…I need you-.” Tomura gasps out, eyes looking straight into yours. His free arm loops under your waist to hold you close, four fingers digging into your side. He’s so hungry, so desperate, nearly begging for it…but he hesitates. He looks at you, yearning and wanting but completely serious, keeping his starvation for you on a leash. “Are you ready?”

You know what he means. He barely did any real foreplay, and he doesn’t wanna hurt you by rushing in- especially after so long without taking him. But damn if you care about any of that right now. You’re so wet the sheets under your hips are soaked, so turned on your body feels like it’s on fire, so needy for him it hurts, and so fucking in love that he could kill you right now and you’d forgive him.

“I’m- yeah- just- please, Tomura-.” You stammer out, hands straining under his tight grip in a vain attempt to pull him in closer. He holds you down effortlessly, hand carefully tightening around your wrists while your words send a shiver down his spine. You’ve given him permission, and, well…it’s your fault if it hurts now.

Tomura surges forward a second later, shoving aaaaall the way in with one hard thrust. You both moan, his more of a groan while yours pitched up into a cry. You’re so full now, feeling him everywhere. Every centimeter of his thick cock, every vein throbbing with hot blood, every little twitch, his tip kissing your cervix but feeling like it’s in your stomach. And you feel him spill fucking buckets of cum into you the second after he bottoms out.

The sounds coming out of Tomura’s mouth right now are nothing short of pornographic. His hand left your wrists to grab your hip, sinking into your skin hard enough to leave bruises as he holds you still. You feel every bit of his cum flood into you, warm and thick and completely unexpected by either of you. A broken whimper leaves his lips as he drops his forehead to your shoulder, hips jerking against yours as he rides out his abrupt orgasm.

“Sh-shit- ‘m sor-…ngh…” He mutters to you, cutting off the apology before he gets even more embarrassed.

You can feel his cheeks burning against your skin as he nuzzles into your neck, his breathing labored now as if he just ran a marathon. But he’s still impossibly, deliciously, hard inside you.

“Hey…it’s a-alright.” You murmur softly, petting his hair as smoothly as you can while he still throbs inside you. “Missed me too, hm?”

He groans at your question, but you both know it’s true. The evidence is inside you right now, settling deep in your womb.

Tomura pulls back a little, looking down at you with hazy eyes and a subtle annoyed pout. “It’s not my fault you feel so good.” He grumbles, hands softening on yours hips a bit.

You grin a little now, and it makes his heart thud. “Really? That’s the only thing you missed? The sex?” You’re challenging him, obviously, provoking him not only into admitting his true feelings, but also into fucking you through the mattress (which you’d get anyways).

Scoffing, Tomura rolls his eyes and sits up. “‘Course not, idiot.” He grabs your thighs and throws your legs over his shoulders, keeping you nice and pinned under him. “Missed lots of things about you.”

You blink in surprise at the lack of effort you had to put in just to pull that much from him. But really, by now you should know better.

“Missed the way you look at me…”

He gives you a thrust, just one, but hard.

“Missed the way you say my name…”

He gives you another, leaning down closer so your knees nearly touch your shoulders.

“Missed the way you hold onto me…”

And you are now, because he’s pushing even deeper as he delivers yet another hard thrust.

“Missed the way you let me do whatever I want…”

Your knees are brushing your shoulders now, your nails digging into his biceps as your eyes roll back a little.

“…And I missed the way you look when you go stupid on my cock.”

He pauses then, just for a second, and you use the opportunity to look up at him through the haze of bliss settling over you. A shaky but smug little grin spreads on your lips, voice breathless and entirely too cocky as you tease him, “Mm-…missed me sooo much, right?”

Tomura huffs a little laugh, fond but dangerous, as he gazes down at you. A beat passes before he nods, eyes dark as they watch your own widen a little. But then he speaks, and you know you’re really fucked tonight. “Mhm…I did just miss you too…And I’m gonna fuck you so hard you forget I just said that.”

—

It’s been hours by now.

Hours, and he’s still fucking hard, still ramming into you. Y’know when people say they’re ‘trying to make up for lost time’? Tomura is genuinely doing it.

You can barely breathe under him, your face shoved into the pillow as you heave and gasp and cry. One strong hand holds your hair, keeping you pinned down, while the other holds your hips up so you can’t collapse under him. Red eyes rove over your body, your hole clutching at him, your thighs shaking, his own bite marks and hickeys littering the soft skin from your jaw all the way down to your thighs.

“Ngh- fuuuuck…” Tomura groans roughly as he presses in and spills yet another load inside you, hips pumping slowly to push it in deeper and deeper.

It’s so much now that it distends your tummy just a little before pushing back and spilling out around his cock. The sight is so erotic, so fucking mouthwatering, that Tomura just stares at it while he hardens inside you again.

You feel it, of course, and a strangled little whine leaves your lips. One hand lets go of the death-grip you had on the sheets, reaching back to push lightly on his hip. “Wait…waitwaitwait-.” It comes out trembling and rushed, and you bury your face in the pillow as he stops.

You can feel him staring at you, his eyes boring into your back. Patient. Looming. Hungry. He’s waiting for you to tell him why he should wait, head cocking to the side as he listens to your ragged pants and weak whimpers. You squeeze your eyes shut, able to feel his composure compared to your utter disarray, the way he’s barely broken a sweat or lost his breath because that damn procedure boosted him so much.

“Just…gimme a second.” You plead softly, hand caressing his hip with shaky fingers.

Tomura lets out a sigh, but obeys your little plea. He slowly pulls out, a whine leaving both of you. As soon as he’s out, his eyes are once again fixed between your thighs, right where his cum is leaking out of your pussy like a slow leaking sink. But it’s the sound of your little whimper that draws his eyes back up to your face. His eyes soften just subtly, seeing the way you’re all red and panting and blinking back tears.

So, instead of pushing back in like he desperately wants to, Tomura wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you upright, your back against his chest. You gasp at the sudden reposition before melting back against him, chest heaving as you take in the fresh air. He nuzzles into your shoulder, fingers skimming up and down your sides as he holds you close.

“…You’re doing good.” He rasps against your skin, lips pressing into your neck in a subtle kiss.

Immediately, your cheeks flush at the praise. You know he means it, of course, and you know he appreciates it. You are doing good for him, letting him push you like this. But you both also know that you’re not doing it for him. You’re doing it because you want him just as much as he wants you.

Tomura holds you steady as you turn your upper body to the side to look at him instead. He holds your gaze with rare soft eyes, flickering over the tear tracks on your cheeks and the redness of your skin with a sort of analytical fondness he only holds for you. You reach up with a trembling hand, cupping his cheek and kissing his other one gently, watching as he closes his eyes and leans into both.

It’s an oddly soft scene compared to the obscenity of what was just happening, and compared to the puddle of his cum oozing out under you…and compared to the way he’s still hard and poking against your back. But neither of you care.

Tomura reaches up with one hand to grab your chin with a gentleness reserved solely for you, guiding you into a soft but intensely intimate kiss. Your lips move slowly together, much like the way he slowly turns you around in his hold to face him, keeping you steady with careful hands. Once you’re facing him fully, he pulls you in flush against his chest, his tongue snaking into your mouth to deepen the kiss.

Your hands tangle gently in his hair as he guides you to lay down beneath him again, settling between your thighs but not pushing for anything more. Instead, you bask in the simple enjoyment and intimacy of the kiss, the press of skin on skin, the truly innocent appreciation of a closeness that was missing for far too long.

Rough hands glide gently down your sides to your hips, massaging the sore joints with a tenderness that makes your heart ache. He pulls away from the kiss just as your grip on his hair tightens, his nose still brushing against yours as he looks down into your eyes with an almost heartbreaking affection.

“…You okay?” Tomura asks softly, hands now gliding down to rub at your trembling thighs.

You nod, eyes and cheeks dry now…albeit a bit red. He looks so damn beautiful like this- soft, vulnerable, hungry, intimate…and all for you. It’s addictive, really, the way he almost becomes a different person when he’s alone with you. Tomura presses an achingly sweet kiss to your forehead, one of his hands sliding up to caress your lower tummy.

“…Got no idea what I wanna do to you…” He mutters, almost to himself, his thumb brushing right over where his cum is still settled deep inside you.

You feel something inside you tighten, your entire torso heating up as your heart and your core clench at the same time. Gazing up into his eyes with an unguarded adoration, you slide your hands down to cup his face. Tomura leans heavily into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut as you brush your own thumbs over his cheeks.

“I love you.” You murmur, so softly and so tenderly it makes Tomura’s heart ache…which doesn’t happen very often.

He opens his eyes then, so soft with affection he almost looks like a different person, like who he would’ve been if he didn’t end up like this. Tomura takes his hand off your tummy to grab one of yours instead, carefully interlocking your fingers. He doesn’t say he loves you verbally very often, maybe two or three times in all the time you’ve been together, but he shows it in the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing in this whole world that makes sense.

“Are you ready for more?” He asks lowly, voice soft with affection even as he inches his hips towards yours once more. “Wanna show you…how much I…”

Tomura trails off then, red eyes darting down to where his tip brushes against yours thigh. His ears are red beneath his hair, the words lodged in his throat even though he’s doing his best to show you. You squeeze his hand and nod a little, understanding completely exactly what’s going through his head. You just know him that well.

“Show me, then.” You murmur back, reaching up with your free hand to brush some hair out of his eyes. “But just one more…then I’m tapping out.”

Leaning into your touch, Tomura snickers affectionately at your response, nodding I agreement with just ‘one more’ round. Keeping one hand laced with yours, he reaches down to hook one of your legs over his elbow, spreading you out but keeping it more comfortable this time.

His eyes lock with yours again as his tip nudges at your entrance, pushing so slowly until the head slides inside with a wet squelch that makes your cheeks burn. You both gasp, little pants leaving both you as he pushes in at a devastatingly slow pace. You can feel every single centimeter pushing in this time, counting down the inches until he’s fully seated inside you, heavy and hot and throbbing.

“S-say it again.” Tomura gasps as he stays still, forehead pressing against yours while his hand squeezes yours with a careful tightness. “Tell me you-.”

“I-I love you.” You answer before he can even finish it, and it’s so earnest and true that it makes Tomura throb inside you. You continue breathlessly, murmuring so close he can feel your breath on his lips. “I love you so m-much, Tomura…”

Your words dissolve into a little moan as he moves, pulling back before rolling back in smoothly, slowly. Tomura’s heart is aching right now, swelling and bleeding with the amount that he feels for you. He’s thinking it, he feels it in his bones, he knows it…but his throat tightens every time he tries to say it.

He doesn’t even need to say it, though. Because you can feel it too. You feel it in the way he presses into you over and over, slow and deep and intimate. You feel it in the way his breathing stutters against your neck where he’s nuzzles his face. You feel it in the way he holds your hand and hugs around your waist. Most of all, you feel it in the way his heart is pounding through his chest against yours, and in the way your own heart responds.

Soft moans leave your lips as you hold onto him, grasping at his hand with one and scratching lightly at his back with the other. Even though he’s not being rough, he’s still so fucking deep, pushing at your cervix with every slow thrust. It’s enough to make your back arch, your pelvis lifting into his to beckon him even deeper. Tomura responds in kind, a low whimper leaving his lips as he grinds deeply into you.

“I d-do…really- ngh-.” Tomura whispers, uncharacteristically stuttering as he buries his face deeper in your neck, grasping at you even tighter. “Y-you know, right?”

You whimper as he presses in hard, his pelvis grinding against your clit with every slow roll and grind. You nod, pulling him even closer as your nails dig into his skin. “Mm! I-I know- I know-.”

Groaning, Tomura hauls you up flush against him as his hips speed up just a bit. It’s more of a smooth rhythm now, gliding in and out and in and out, feeling so perfect you both having to moan. He pulls back to look at you, his eyes glazed over with overflowing reverence for the absolute beauty under him. You look right back up at him, lips parting on moans and eyes shining with that blissful love he pulls out of you every time.

“Hah-…You’re beautiful.” Tomura murmurs, so quiet and so gentle it’s like he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

And he really didn’t mean to say it out loud, but you’re squeezing him so tight and you’re moaning so sweet and you really are just so damn beautiful right now. Tomura watches your eyes go wide with shock before darting away, and his heart surges with affection.

Hips now making a gentle ‘plap’ noise with every thrust, Tomura lets go of your waist and grabs your jaw instead, making you look at him. “Ah- Don’t look away from me.”

It’s a command as much as it’s a plea, and you have no choice but to give in. You meet his gaze again, watery now from just how good you feel right now. His touch, his voice, his praise, it’s all just so good.

Tomura huffs a soft laugh when he sees the tears balancing on your lower lashes, moving his hand up to cup your cheek. His thumb brushes under your eye, swiping away a stray tear before it can fall. “Don’t cry- Mm-…Want you t-to be happy.”

You blink in surprise, leaning into his touch, knowing that usually he encourages you to cry for him. But no, this time, Tomura wants you all soft and sweet, not crying and writhing under him (although he does love when you do that).

“I-I- ngh!” You get cut off as he grinds slowly into you again, bumping your cervix and your clit at the same time, making that coil in your lower tummy start tightening slowly. “I am h-happy- ah!”

He notices, of course, the way you start tightening around him. Tomura’s cock twitches and pulses inside you in response, his own end drawing near. But your words make his heart thud again, practically soaring at the fact that he makes you happy. He lets go of your cheek, sliding his hand down between your bodies to thumb at your clit instead, reveling in the way your back arches immediately and a high moan leaves your lips.

“Yeah?- hah- You like this?” He waits for you to nod before continuing, his hips moving with a bit more momentum now that he’s getting closer. “Tell me- Ngh- H-how much.”

Your hand clutches at his even tighter now as you get closer, your eyes fluttering shut momentarily before opening again just to watch him. You obey his demand immediately, brain turning to much again as he pumps into you with a new vigor, still much gentler than usual but now with a desperation that speaks of his own mounting pleasure.

“I l-love it- Ngh!- I love it- I love it, Tomura!” You babble, clenching and tensing tighter and tighter as he gets you closer and closer. “Feels so good- you m-make me feel so-!”

His thumb is rubbing almost roughly at your clit now despite his more moderate pace, but somehow it works just as well as usual. Your eyes are slowly rolling back, your whimpers pitching higher, your hips starting to buck up while your thighs tense. Tomura grunts at your increasing tightness, his pace picking up at your words of praise.

“You love it, huh-? Ngh-.” He asks, voice nearing a growl again as he gets closer to spilling inside you again. “Love this c-cock? Love me?”

Nodding without having to think about it, you yank him closer until he’s flush against your skin. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, scratching at his back with one hand and damn near breaking his fingers with the other. “Yes-! yesyesyes-! Love you- love you so m-much- NGH!”

You cum with a drawn out whine, clenching around him hard and raking your nails down his back. Tomura holds you close as he fucks you through it, his thumb continuing to rub at your clit until you’re whimpering and shaking under him. He pulls his hand away reluctantly only to cup the back of your head, tucking your face closer as he works to get himself off now.

“Fuck yes- Mm!- Yes y-you do- Love it- L-love-.” He cuts himself off with a needy groan, his hips slapping into yours uncontrollably now. “Love you- fuck!”

His jaw drops in bliss, hand fisting carefully in your hair while the other squeezes your hand hard enough to make the bones creak. You whine and moan against his skin, clinging to him tightly as he slams into your sensitive pussy. His words almost blow right over you, but he repeats it on a broken whimper as he rams in one last time to fill you up.

“AH-! L-love you- love you- MM-!” Tomura can barely control it as the words spill from his mouth, his body shuddering and jolting with the force of his final orgasm of the night.

He fills you up so deep every time, but this one feels somehow…special. His cum is so warm inside you, thick and heavy as it settles deep with his past releases. You shudder and mewl at the feeling, hips canting up to take it deeper while his own jerk and roll to push it in as much as possible. Tomura whines softly as you clench and ripple around him, coaxing more and more out of him until he’s finally, blessedly, run dry.

You’re both panting in the aftermath, sweaty and red and absolutely glowing with satisfaction. Tomura pulls away first after a few moments, looking down at you for a long pause before he’s pressing his lips to yours.

It’s painfully sweet, breathless from exertion and needy in a way that has nothing to do with lust. He lets go of your hand only to pull you impossibly closer, allowing you to cup his face with both hands. You both groan lightly against each other’s lips as he slowly pulls out, his release spilling out after him.

But Tomura doesn’t pull away from the kiss. He kisses you and kisses you and kisses you like he’s making up for future absences before they happen. You don’t complain though, only pulling him closer and helping each other come down through the sweet slide of his lips against yours.

He only pulls away when he absolutely has to breathe…and because he’s slowly losing the strength to hold himself up anymore. You watch as Tomura flops down on his side next to you, suddenly looking like the exhaustion hit him like a bus. You understand even if you’re also exhausted, and even if you’re more worried than before. The procedure was obviously hard on him, mentally and physically, and having marathon sex with you isn’t the rest he needs (not that he regrets it even a little bit).

Eyes heavily lidded now, Tomura slings a heavy arm around your waist and tugs you lazily into his chest. He’s not often one for much cuddling, but tonight is a…special case.

You go happily, pressing into his chest as the waves of sleep already start pulling you deeper and deeper into the darkness. Tomura relaxes fully against you as he feels you go slack, eyes fixed on the sheets even if his hand strokes your back lightly.

“…I take back what I said.” He mutters gruffly, just barely registering in your mind as you teeter on the edge of consciousness. “I want you to remember exactly what just happened.”

He doesn’t tell you what the procedure actually did. He doesn’t tell you about the ringing in his ears or the voice in his head. He doesn’t tell you about his Master’s plans. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

Tomorrow will be back to normal- meetings, plotting, planning a full scale takeover of the country- the world. Tomorrow might be a fight. Tomorrow could be the end of it all.

But tonight…you’re his. And he’s yours. And Tomura is almost convinced that it’s everything he’s ever really wanted.

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