Can We Kiss?
Warnings: 18+, Smut
Word Count: 7.8K
A/N: Epilogue to Can I Ask You Something?
There’s always been silence between the two of you, awkward, full of tension, comfortable ones even, and now the silence that resonates between the two of you is relaxed, you both don’t have anything to hide, or at least you have nothing to hide, you still give him a pass if he rather not share the details of what is no doubt his gritty and miserable backstory. You’re on your couch, laying next to each other, he’s on his phone and you’re resting next to him, head on chest while a video plays on your laptop and it’s safe to say, it’s gone unnoticed, fallen victim to background noise as you take solace in his presence. You can lay on him and touch him, he can have his hand on your back and press his hand deeper into you when you shift.
“Do you like it here?” His voice is gentle, the hand on your back stroking you gently.
You look up at him, your brows furrowing in confusion. “Like in Japan?”
“No dumbass,” he flicks your forehead, “your apartment.”
You rub your forehead and scowl at him. “First of all, ouch. Second of all, you have to be specific about stuff. And finally,” you scoot closer to him, draping a leg over his, “yes. I have a good walking distance to most places and," you tap a finger against the tip of his nose and give him a syrupy smile, "it’s where we met,” you lilt with an overly sweet voice, tiling your head.
“I’m serious,” he mumbles, shifting around wiggling his arm that is around you.
You sigh and lift your body. “I am too. I like this apartment,” you remove your leg from his lap and sit criss cross. “What’s with the question?”
He turns to you and his gaze has darkened. “I have to leave,” his fingers drum on his thigh, “for a couple of months.”
“Leave?” Your eyes widen.
“I have to do something important.” He looks away from you and shifts to copy your pose.
“Well we can still chat right?” You play with your hands, your heart quickening its pace. “We can talk and-”
“Uh, no.” He scratches the back of his neck. “I have to be gone for a few bit.”
“Oh,” you frown and your shoulder slump.
“Don’t cry.”
“I’m not,” you sniff.
He sighs and lets his head hang. “Look, I asked because I won’t be here to protect you and I have money now so I can move you somewhere safer.”
"Oh, because you protected me before?" You try to joke, the aching feeling in your chest still prominent.
He rolls his eyes. "I've warned you before at least."
"Im still conflicted about that."
"I know." He moves to kiss your cheek, a cheap trick to get you to calm down and not focus on him and his life outside of you.
“I like it here,” you cross your arms and bite your bottom lip. “I don’t want to move.”
“It’s not safe for you here. Just- It’ll only be for a bit. Just to keep you safe,” he grabs onto your shoulders and his gaze unrelenting. “I can’t have people around here twenty-four-seven. It’ll draw too much suspicion.”
“Tomura,” you grab his hands and place them in between the two of you, “I like it here. You and I are both careful when we meet, nothing is going to happen.”
He shakes his head and turns his head to watch the video that plays. Hands slip out of yours and one hovers over the keyboard and taps the space bar, the video is paused and he refuses to meet your gaze, his back hunched over and hands interlocked with each other.
He jumps when you touch his shoulder but he doesn’t look at you. “I’m going to be okay,” your squeeze tightens trying to reassure him. “Nothing is going to happen to me. You’ll only be gone for a few months. I’ll be okay.”
“Can you promise me that?”
“Can you promise me you won’t die?”
He lets out a long exhale and when he rises, his face is devoid of emotion. “I can move you somewhere safe-”
“I’m not moving Tomura.” You pout when he shrugs his shoulders, throwing your hand off of him, “Don’t be mad.”
"I'm not mad," he says through clenched teeth, "I'm just frustrated. I need to protect you," his brow bone furrows and he shakes his head, "I need to know you're going to be all right."
"As long as you," you tap a finger against his chest, "don't do anything too reckless, I promise I'll be fine." When he doesn’t answer you sigh and shuffle closer to him. “How about this,” you place a hand on his knee, “at the first sign of trouble, I’ll take your offer- I’ll move as long as it’s still nearby. You trust the people you work with right? The ones who have been with you since you were known as the League of Villains. Once I get hurt or something happens too close for comfort while you’re,” you swallow the lump in your throat, “gone, you tell them to just move me elsewhere. And I’ll go.”
His hand covers yours and you move it until it covers his and your fingers drum against the brace. “You promise?”
“Pinky promise.” You hold your pinky up with a side grin.
As he scoffs, a smile graces his features and he reluctantly holds a pinky up. “Virtual or actual?”
“Whichever you’re more comfortable with.”
His pinky curls around yours tightly and he lets it linger. “I’ll appoint somebody. First sign of trouble, you’re moving- somewhere nearby, I know,” he adds when you give him a look.
You give him a curt nod and scoot closer to him. “Hey Tomura?”
He lets your pinky go and his eyes widen a fraction. “What is it?”
“Um, since we’re dating, do you think we could,” your face flushes and you turn away from him, “um, could we-”
“Come on, out with it.”
“Can we kiss?”
It’s tense for a minute where you sit, biting the inside of your cheek, and then he presses his chapped lips against yours. Teeth clash against each other and you’re taken aback, your hands curled at your sides and when he softens his touch, you sigh against him and lean towards him. Your hands move slowly and unsurely as they rest against his back. “Tomu-kun,” you whine against his lips.
He sighs at the affectionate nickname, his hands softening around you, gently picking up your shirt and shuddering against you when his skin makes contact with yours.
"Always so needy," you mumble against his lips, your hands coming up to play with his hair, tugging in it softly and twirling loose strands.
He sighs and his nails curl on your skin, a chuckle breaking the kiss when you squirm and give a taut pat on his back. “You started it,” he mumbles against your lips, letting his hand inch farther up your shirt, fingers light and tickling at your skin.
Goosebumps rise where his touch marked you. His touch sears your skin, burning and lighting a flame inside of your belly where his hesitant hands slide to the curve of your tummy, your shirt rising in response. You inch closer to him, gasping when his hand slips further upward and your leg nudges against his, your hands slipping from the nape of his neck to the bottom on his shirt in a single glide, your hands toying with the hem and when the cool air meets his skin he flinches and his lips break from yours.
A sharp gasp leaves your lips and you’re suddenly pulled back into reality where your laptop screen grows dim and the birds outside chirp next to the feeder. You stare at him and slowly remove your hands, his following in suit and your body still burns where his touch rested, the rest of you cold and restless. You open your mouth and he pinches your bottom lip between two fingers and tugs on it. The action makes you pause and pull your hands away and they hover over the arm that is holding your lip.
"Tomura?" He doesn't respond, he only continues to look at your lip. "It stings," you murmur. He promptly lets go, muttering an apology. Your tongue swipes over the already dulling pain. "What was that about?" You question.
"Nothing," he murmurs, leaning back on the couch, closing his eyes.
"Can I pinch your lips then?"
"Why?"
"Just because," you shrug.
"That's-" His mouth pulls into a line and he sticks his tongue out at you.
You raise an eyebrow. "Yeah, I thought so," you nudge him with your elbow, "So what was that about?"
His face pulls into a grimace and from the neck up a shade a red flares across his skin. "I uh," his hand moves back to scratch at the back of his neck, "fuck," he hisses out. His hand jerks and you see his arm tense.
Your eyes go wide and you stand on your needs and clutch his arm. "Okay! I'm sorry for teasing!" You pull his arm away with ease. "I-"
"It's not that," he grumbles, allowing you to keep his arm in your grasp.
"Then what is it?"
"It's," he ducks his head and you see a bright red decorate the tip of his ears, "embarrassing."
You pout and slide your hands down his arms and grip his hand. "I'm not going to make fun of you if that's what you're worried about," you say in a quiet voice.
He's silent for a long time as his eyes never leave your face. He rises with a sigh and twists his back. His steps are slow as he walks around the couch and down the living room, turning around a corner and you hear him call out, "I'm going to your room."
Your eyes go wide and your mouth pulls itself into a thin line. You stand up from the couch, hurrying your steps to catch up to him. You call out to him again, asking a simple question- why? He doesn't respond and you click your tongue.
"I'm tired," he says, voice distant.
When you enter the room, he's sitting on your bed, clutching a pillow on his lap. You walk quietly towards him, taking a seat next to him. His legs are spread and you spread your own, nudging his knee a bit. A ghost of a smile appears on his face before fading.
"Tomura, you have to tell me what's going on," you place a hand on his knee and move your thumb in little circles when his leg jerks. You suck in a breath and attempt to move your hand when his own rests on top of you. "I know you said you had to go, but" you clench your hands, "you aren't, ya know? Are… Are you leaving leaving?" Your throat feels constricted and shoulder hunch towards each other.
"No," he responds quickly, "of course not."
Your shoulders relax and you can feel yourself be able to breathe again. "So what is it?"
He scoots himself further onto your bed, swinging his legs carefully as he lays down in the bed, the pillow still catches between his hands.
"I… like you."
You chuckle and lay next to him on your side. "I figured." You smile when he turns his head away from you, face scrunched and flaring. "If it makes you feel better, I like you too." You lean over and peck his cheek, giving him a kittenish smile when he looks back at you. "So what's up?" You ask, leaning back to your original position.
He leans up on his elbows and turns to look at you, strands of silvery hair obscuring part of his face. "I was wondering something the other day," he trails off, his lips twitching and face taking on a darker shade of red. You nod, attention fully on him. "I was wondering if," he curses under his breath and looks away, "you've already had sex," he grumbles out, hands digging harshly into your pillow.
Your eyes widen and your face flushes with a darker color. "Oh," you whisper, stunned at the sudden question.
"Forget it," he mumbles, lying down on the bed, eyes squeezed shut.
You take a shaking breath and your heart beats rapidly as you answer his question, your mouth suddenly dry as you look to the side hoping to find a water bottle left from overnight but you find nothing there.
"Oh," he replies, turning his head to look at you.
You nod and swallow the lump in your throat. "Have you?"
He shakes his head. "Never had the chance to," he tells you as he takes a shuddering breath.
"Did you want to?" You ask. "With me?" You clarify, nervously gnawing on your lip.
"Are you willing?"
"I want you to ask me properly."
"You're horrible."
"I guess you don't want to. That's fine. I should get started on my laundry anyways."
You make a move to get up from the bed when his hand clamps around your wrist. "Did you want me to do your laundry, Tomura?" You coo, your tone playful and teasing.
"You're lucky you mean something to me," he tells you. He takes a deep breath and sighs. The bed creaks under him as he shifts on the bed. "Can we have-"
You cut him off with a kiss, he gasps in shock and you smile against him. "Yeah, we can," you murmur, pushing yourself closer to him, letting out a content sigh when his hands grip your sides. You crawl to the middle of the bed, your legs bent and hands splayed next to you. “How do you want to start?”
“Eager, aren’t you?” He throws his legs on the bed and crawls above you. His movements are precise and quick, the smile on the lips and gleam in his eyes are the only thing betraying that he’s as excited as you are for this.
He crawls on top of you, your legs sliding down and grazing the fabric of his shirt that falls from him. He tilts his head and his mouth is hot against yours, his hands coming above yours and drawing lazy circles into your skin and suddenly it feels all too real. You press your palms against his chest and push away, you mumble a protest against his lips and he pulls away, a dejected look on his face appearing for a moment before replaced by curiosity.
“What is it?” he asks, the hands that overlapped yours, pulling away and turning into fists.
“I just- Are we really doing this?”
“Only if you want.”
“I do, but I just… It makes it all too real,” you frown and lay your back on your bed. “We’re going to,” you don’t want to be crass about the action but you don’t want to refer it to something too lovey for fear that he might cringe away, “you know-”
“Fuck?”
“Tomura,” you groan, “don’t be so crude.” You turn your head and narrow your eyes at the wall. “But yes. We’re going to and then you’re going to leave. It’s like a shitty version of a one night stand.”
“I’m coming back. I promise.”
“But not soon enough,” you mumble. “I don’t want to just do this and have you leave for like ever.”
“What? Afraid you’ll want more while I’m gone?”
You shake your head and laugh. “Funny. Real funny.” You sigh and the smile falls. “I’m going to miss you.”
“If you don’t want to then I-”
“I do. I want to have sex with you,” your hands rest over your heart and you let out a shaky breath, “but afterwards you’ll be gone right? That’s why you told me this? Because it’s happening soon?” You turn your head and look back at him. He nods in response and you sigh.
"I'll be back before you know it," he sighs, rolling his neck and he lets his head hang; his hair cascades down and creates a curtain between the two of you. "It won't be forever. Just a few months."
You bring your hands to cup his face and make him look you in the eyes. "What are you going to do?"
"You don't have to worry about that."
"Tomura-"
"It's for me. That's as much as you need to know."
"I don't like this." Your hands leave his face and rest flat on your stomach.
"I can't… Look. The less you know the better. But when I come back, it means I'll be closer-"
"Tomura?"
"What is it?"
"You're still going to be you when you come back right? You're still going to be Tomura?"
"Who else would I be?"
"I don't know. That's why I asked."
"I'm still going to be me. And you're going to be you."
You nod your head and press yourself deeper against the mattress. You stare at him and he stares back, crimson eyes that look at you with a softness and he leans into a hand, cupping his hand over yours.
"Tomu," you whisper, "I think I want to start now."
He nods and dips his head down, your hand curving over to the back of his head and gripping his silvery hair as he pulls you into a soft kiss, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip, dipping in hesitantly when you part your mouth, tugging on his hair and groaning when he presses himself closer to you.
Your name is muffled between the two mouths, his hand moves away from yours hand rests on the underside of your chest, the pads of his fingers, pressing into the soft part of your chest.
He pulls away, eyes half lidded and red eyes clouded over. "Where do you want to start?" He mumbles, eyes staring into yours and hand never leaving your chest.
"I could uh," a nervous smile creeps into your face and you turn your head, "blow you if you'd like." You hear him snicker and you want to curl in on yourself. "Tomura," you whine, your voice high and full of embarrassment.
"You're free to suck my dick. I'm not going to complain."
You throw an arm over your eyes and squeeze them shut. Your chest rises and falls heavy, a tight feeling in it that makes it hard to breathe. "You're still on top of me," you manage to make out, voice squeaking in the process.
His finger tickles the side of your face, gliding down your face resting on the corner of your lips. "Want me to get on my back?" His digit ghosts over your bottom lip. “Or I could stand? I’m sure both options would make you look hot.” You can hear the smile in his voice and the confidence that oozes out of him.
A nervous chuckle bubbles past your lips. "You're being awfully bold for your first time."
The bed creaks and the weight of him above you disappears, your chest still feels tight and you tense when he wraps his hand on your forearm and pulls it away from you. You slowly open your eyes and keep your gaze down, sucking in your bottom lip.
"I- and I'm being completely honest- think if you suck me off, you're going to die from embarrassment."
"It's not that," you whisper through clenched teeth. You rise and force yourself to look at him despite the flame on your face and the nervous shaking of your legs. "It's our first time together is all. I don't- I don't want to mess up. Especially if you're going to be gone after this." You tilt your head and rub your arms "I want it to be special."
He lays next to you, his hands resting above his stomach interlocked. He plays with the fabric, pinched between his fingers. "Special, huh?" He muses, eyes sparing you a glance before he turns away. "We just started dating-"
"And you're leaving," you place your hands above him and he sighs.
"You're nervous."
"You aren't?"
"Didn't say that."
You don’t answer for a moment, working up the courage to say the words, but they die in your throat and you can’t force yourself to say them even if you wanted to. You clear your throat and sit on your news staring at him as he gives you a quizzical look. "Can I-” the words get lost in your throat- “you know?" You gesture to his lower half and feel flames dance on your skin.
"Say it." He wants to see you squirm, you realize, with a skipping heart, he wants to hear the words leave your mouth and you’re uncertain why.
"You're awful," you conclude, accompanied by the roll of your eyes.
"Not the words." He holds your hand and you raise a brow at him. “Humor me.”
You stick your tongue out at him and squeeze your eyes shut. You take a deep breath and when you open your eyes, you walk on your knees to straddle him. "Tomura, can I suck your dick?"
His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, and he takes in a sharp breath. It happens in an instant, the red creeps up from his chest, and paints him in a beautiful shade. He opens his mouth and a squeak comes out and you smile at him. He snaps it shut and gestures to his pants, turning his head away. “Take them off.”
You grumble under your breath, your fingers shaky as they unbutton his pants, the zipping noise fills your ears and he laughs. It’s sharp and has a cackle to it but it’s his laugh and it sets off a warm feeling in your chest and raises himself on his arms.
“I have to make you work for it, you know.” He has this smug look on his face and helps you take his pants off, kicking them off to the side and now he lays in his boxers which tent. “Come on, you have to take something off too,” he jerks his leg, “I can’t be the only one.”
You look at him and repress a comment. “An eye for an eye,” you mutter, taking off your own pants and kicking them to the side where they join his in a lifeless pile.
You watch him breath for a second and nervously swallow. Your fingers hook in the waistband of his boxers and when you look up at him, he gives you a nod. The slide down his body and all too soon, he’s bare on your bed, with an erect member. He moves and you look at him; he tosses his shirt to the side and he pulls himself higher, his back against a pile of pillows and he watches you.
You frown. Your hand ghosts over his stomach, faded, white scars litter his body in different sizes and shapes. “You have so many scars,” you mutter. He doesn’t respond and when you look at him, his eyes are narrowed- they’re analyzing you. “Do they- Or did they hurt?”
“What do you think?” His voice is tight and cold.
“You’ve been through so much, haven’t you?” You whisper under your breath, your hands running over his stomach, feeling the difference of textures. “Oh Tomura,” you look up at him and your eyes grow glossy. “I wish we met sooner,” you bend your head down and press your lips against his stomach. They’re light and fleeting, a gentle brush of your lips ghost over his skin and when you pass over them, he can still feel the touch tickle at his skin. You press a kiss over a particular long scar and when you raise your head, you give him a soft smile and raise yourself back to your knees.
“I’m here now, okay?” Your hands glide over his stomach and rest back on your lap.
He swallows tightly and gives you a curt nod and you let out a shaky sigh. Your hands come to grab onto the hem of your shirt and then they’re covered by his.
“You took my pants off, I get to take your shirt off,” he reasons, nudging your hands away and you nod, too lost to even speak. He takes your shirt off, the pads of his fingers searing their mark on your skin. You two sit there, your heart beating in your chest at such a rapid pace you’re afraid you’ll bruise if possible. “Fuck, I always thought you were hot but I think I can cum if I just focused on your tits.”
“Tomura!” You slap his chest and cover your face with your hand, sure that you’re a flushed color.
“It’s true,” he shrugs, laying back down on the bed. “Anyways, let’s go.” He lays back on the bed and watches you with an amused expression.
“You can’t just be so vulgar!” Your hands place themselves on his thighs and they jump when you realize that he really is nude on your bed. You sigh and he spreads his legs, letting you situate yourself between him and grab his member in your hand. He’s hot, much hotter than you’d expect, and he feels hard, an actual hard feeling that feels all too invasive and real and when your fingers close around him, he twitches in your hand and you gasp.
“You have my dick in your hand, you can’t really expect me not to be vulgar.”
You don’t respond to him, your attention directed to his member which leaks pearls. You lower yourself and your breath is hot against him, and hesitantly, you lick his slit, the pearly beads fill your mouth with saltiness and leave a bitter taste. You scrunch your face and click your tongue. You think to yourself that the taste will go away as you get used to it. You choose not to look at him, insteading mumbling to his shaft that if anything happens, to just say stop and like you, he doesn’t respond.
You wrap your lips around his head, lightly sucking on the tip and letting your tongue swirl over, his taste filling your mouth with bitterness all over again. A shiver runs down from your spine and you lower your mouth on him. He groans lightly and grabs the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair and holding it tight. You let out a whine, your tongue flat against him, as you bob your head, a fist wraps around him and holds him tight, fingers lightly tapping him.
It's slow movements, your head bobbing gently while he tightens his grip on you, groaning when you lower your head too far and choke on him.
"Fuck," he breathes out, "do that again." His member twitches in your mouth, the saltiness once again filling your mouth and you glance up at him, eyes wide and mouth full of cock and he pushes on your head, urging you to go down.
You blink at him and then glance down to his member, your hand falls from him and rests on his thighs. You suck a deep breath through your nose and swallow. You hollow your cheeks and choke when he hits the back of your throat. He's large and expands in your mouth; you salivate around him, spittle pools in your mouth and you hold him there, tongue cradling his underside as tears brim your eyes.
"Look at you," he breathes out. "Mouth full of cock." He reaches over the action makes him go deeper in your throat, gagging around him and breathing harshly through your nose. He pats your cheek and you twitch at the action. "Your throat feels so tight. I know I said I could cum to your tits alone but fuck," he lowers himself back down and he tugs on your hair. "I think i could shoot down your throat right now." You whine at his words, your body trembling and hands squeezing him.
His name is muffled in your mouth, you rise from him and your spit drips from his member. You look up at him with slightly puffy lips and flushed cheeks, tears prick the corner of your eyes and he yanks on your hair. "Tomura," you mewl, pulling your lips into a pout.
"Come on, make me cum," he taps your head, "I want to see my cum pool in your mouth."
You nod shakily and reach your hand to cover his hand where it holds a hand full of your hair, a gentle tap is the only sigh you give and he responds with a soft "oh" and a tighter grip.
You breathe harshly as he controls you, moving your head up and down at a rapid pace, tears pooling in your eyes and sliding down. "Fucking hell," he breathes out when you choke in him. "Face fucking, huh? Never took you for the type." Harsh sounds fill the room as he grips you and guides you in his cock, your hands latched into his thighs as he uses your face to get himself off. "You're not swallowing, got it? I need to see you with your mouth full of my cum before you actually get to taste it." His words are mixed with groans, breathing ragged and choked. "I can't believe you're letting me do this. What a fucking slut." You whine around him, a heat beginning to burn in your lower belly. "Bet you'd let me do anything, huh? Cum in your face. Tits. Ass." He breathes harshly. "What about inside, huh?" You choke around him, drool sliding past your chin and dripping down in slow strands. "Seeing your cunt full of my cum-" he hiss through his teeth- "fuck, even the thought is enough to make me cum." He holds your head down, your moans muffled and hands digging into his skin that's decorated with pale scars. You breathe harshly through your nose. A bitter taste fills your mouth and he slowly slides you off. Your lips suctioned around him and his seed fills your mouth, it dribbles out in little bits, sliding past your lips and down his cock and when he yaks you up to look at him, his face stained red and chest raising and falling in deep breaths. "Open," he commands and when you part your lips, his cum pools in your mouth. He nods and his hand cups your face and with his thumb hooked under your chin he closes it shut and nods. You swallow and your face pulls into a scrunch, the bitterness now much more apparent than before. "Fucking hot," he murmurs, sliding his hand away from your face. He clears his throat and his hands make a beckoning motion. "All right, your turn."
"My turn?" You ask in a whisper, clearing your throat.
He nods. "Come on. I want to taste your pussy."
"You're so vulgar," you comment, pinching your thighs together.
"You're not saying no." He gives you a smug look. "I bet you're dripping. I could feel your moans around my cock, you know?"
You square your shoulders and turn away from him, your mouth pulled into a thin line as you pinch the comforter between your fingers. "Should- Shouldn't I be lying down?"
"Sit on my face."
Your eyes widen and you look at him with lips parted open. He has a cheeky look on his face, lips half turned upwards and voice coltish.
"You just had my dick in your mouth. You don't get to act innocent."
"It isn't that. It's just that this is really happening, isn't it?"
"Do you want it to?"
"Of course," you play with your hands, "it's just that… I'm nervous."
He rolls his eyes and lays in the bed. "Come on then. Sit on my face."
You crawl carefully over him, your seeping entrance hovering inches above his mouth and you can feel his breath fan across your heat. "I-"
"I can't tongue fuck you if youre not on my face." He has a tight grip on your thighs akin to the one he held on your hair.
"You're so crass," you whisper, body too warm for comfort. You inch downward and gasp with his nails prick your skin.
He lowers you and his tongue is fast against you, it swipes around and flicks at your clit, circling it around and pressing it flat against you. His tongue is fast, swiping at every crevice, pushing open folds and suckling in them harshly. He enters your gummy hole, tongue swirling in and out, juices standing his mouth.
You leak on him, your cunt stimulated but he goes at a rapid pace, never focusing too long on one part and leaving you gripping the headboard until your knuckle pale.
"T-Tomura," you murmur, "my clit. I-" you gasp and rock yourself on his face, turning your head and squeezing your eyes shut. "Focus on my clit- you're too all over the place, love."
He says something and it's lost in your ears but the vibrations shake throughout your cunt, and he does as he's told. He holds you tight and his tongue swirls at a softer pace, circling your clit and his mouth moves up, lips brushing onto your sensitive pearl and wrapping it around. His tongue flicks at your bud while inside his mouth and you press yourself closer to him, tongue lolling out and your arousal leaking past his chin.
He speaks more and you hump his face, your hips thrusting and breathing broken. You can feel the coil inside of you tighten and you desperately try to reach your high, pathetically rutting yourself against his face and even with the grin you feel against your heat you can't stop and only mumble an apology. Your hands reach to your chest and you pull the cups of your bra down, fingers coming up to pinch at your nipples.
You call out his name, let out a choked gasp when his fingers prod inside of you, wiggling them around and reaching inside and massaging at the plush walls that reside inside.
His fingers are coated in your slick and they click in and out of you, the sound lost between your moans and the squeaking of the bed. You can feel your clit throb around him, his lips loosening and moving to close the gap between your lower lips. His fingers remove themselves and he presses then against your twitching bud. His tongue moves inside of you, slurping your slick out of you and he eats you vigorously. His movements blur together, fingers rubbing at your clit, little yelps leaving your mouth when he pinches it roughly and through an odd bend, he slaps your clit and you cry his name, slamming your palm over your hand. His teeth are sharp and graze at your skin, a sharp gasp rips through the gaps in your fingers and the coil that burns white hot in your stomach begins to become unbearable.
“Tomura,” you whine, “I’m- ah- I’m close,” you make a choking sound. “Fuck, I’m close.”
His words vibrate through your body, hums of pleasure and his arm jerks and you’re sure that he’s masturbating and the thought brings a pride to swell in your chest. He’s masturbating and he has his mouth buried in your cunt. He slaps his palm against your clit and the sharp sting has you slump and push yourself deeper against his mouth and a feeling similar to a snap, you release on him, your arousal washing over his and staining his face. Your muscles relax and can only mutter broken choruses of his name, your bud twitching and cunt fluttering around his tongue that still rests inside.
You let out a shocked gasp when you’re pulled off and laid on the bed. You’re on your back, an arm thrown over your eyes as you ride your high, his fingers pumping in and out of you, your slick spilling out and staining the bed. “Tomura,” you rasp out, squeezing your inner walls to wrap around his fingers. “Can- Can we-” Your words die out and your body shakes.
“Use your words.”
“Can we have sex now?”
“Beg.”
“You’re so demanding,” you chuckle lightly. You peek out from under your arm and look up at him where he stays focused on watching his fingers disappear in your sex. “Tomura can we- I want to feel your cock in me. Please Tomura, make me feel good.”
His fingers pull out of you with a click and his hand reaches under your back and he unhooks your bra. You rise and let it slip down your shoulders; it’s tossed away and now you both lay bare in front of each other.
“Could have been better but since I like you, I’ll let it slide,” he flashes you a grin, “for now.”
You huff and lay on your back. He hovers above you and holds his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly and pre-cum oozes out in pearly strands. “Wow, who knew you could be so nice,” you mutter, rolling your eyes.”
He shoves two fingers in your mouth and you gasp and instinctively close your mouth around them- you can taste yourself. “Don’t give me lip. I can put that mouth to better use,” he threatens and you feel yourself leak. You nod and he pulls his digits out of your mouth, wiping the mixture of spit and slick on the comforter. You crinkle your nose and he pulls you in a harsh kiss. He wastes no time and he licks your bottom lip, you open in response and you both gasp in unison when his cockhead pushes through your entrance. He fills you nicely, your walls expanding and you breathe harshly, your hands coming up to grip his biceps. He curses under his breath and with a final push, he’s buried inside of you.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hisses. He moves inside of you at a slow pace. He lowers his head and hides it in the crook of your neck, his mouth sucks on you, a blossoming love mark appearing when he pulls away and moves his mouth elsewhere. “Fucking clamped around my cock.”
His pace is slow, pulling himself out of your soft walls and only leaving the tip in, only to push himself in with a rocking motion. His mouth moves across your neck, teeth nipping at your skin, tongue or chapped lips softening the sting when you squirm. His hand slides to your breasts and he grips it in his palm, the pebbling nipple tingles with pleasure and you coo at him, nuzzling your face towards him and murmuring his name.
“Tomura,” you mutter, and he grunts in response, “faster,” you breathe. You hand slips between your bodies and you rub at your clit, hissing at the still sensitive bud that makes you jerk.
He gives a cute nod and thrusts deeper into you, the pace quickening with every jerk of his hips. He’s quick against you, grabbing a leg and hooking it behind his back. He grunts in your ear, the occasional curse slurred and stitched together between moans.
“Fuck, you’re taking all of me, you know?” He moans out your name and it comes off cracked, followed by a sharp bite on your shoulder. You mewl and your cunt tightens around his member. “You’re gonna milk me, huh? Is that what you want?” You feel full, his cock hitting deep inside of you, the position you’re now in makes him hit a certain spot that shoots electricity throughout your body. Your toes curl and the added simulation makes tears peek at the corner of your eyes. “I’m gonna fill your sweet hole with my cum,” he grunts, pushing himself all the way in making you gasp. “I’m going to see you filled and leaking my cum out of you slutty, little hole- fuck!” He curses, pulling you into another bruising kiss where the hand on your breasts digs into your soft flesh. “Your cunt was made for me- got it?” he whispers against your lips. “No one else gets to see or taste it,” his cock twitches inside of you. “Your soft, squishy cunt that’s wrapped tight around my cock is mine and mine only.” His pace increases, growing sloppier by the second and your hands slide to his back and nails latch onto him. He moves over to bite your shoulder, spittle slipping out of his mouth and coating you and your comforter in a thin layer of him.
You whine under him, unable to think coherently as he pushes himself inside of you. He’s right, your cunt was made for him- the way it hits, the way it fills you up perfectly, stretching your walls around his thickness, everything about it, from the leaking tip to the package that slaps against your skin- your body was made for him- to use you and spill his seed inside.
“Yours,” you gasp, “your body and your cunt.” Your face scrunches up and you can feel yourself reaching your high. “
“Fuck yeah it is,” he growls. “My perfect little pussy. I get to dump load after load if I wanted to, right? Fill you with my cum and watch your belly swell with it? You’re my personal pocket pussy.” You clench with his words, your face burning and mind growing foggy with the coming of your orgasm. “You’re close, aren’t you?” You nod, your nails digging further into his body. “Well so I am,” he chuckles airly, his face contorting into a scrunch. “I’m gonna shoot my load inside- and you’re gonna keep it inside, understood?”
“Yes,” you gasp, “just- just spill inside of me, please.”
He moves your hand which rests above your pearl and adds in his own hand, the marks on your breast are evident and they’ll sting for a bit when you shower, he pulls you into a softer kiss, his tongue dipping in your mouth and his hand gives sharp slaps to your clit. The stimulation grows to an unbearable point and the heat in your lower belly finally reaches its peak. His name comes out in a gargled cry, a low moan that vibrates from your chest and the orgasm makes tears slide down your face and toes curl. Your body runs hot and jolts of electricity course through your body. Your sex wraps tight around him, the walls convulsing inside as your clit twitches to life.
His motions grow sloppy, his body rutting against yours and with a final gasp, he bites your shoulder and your name is muted, but still understandable. He repeats it like a mantra, hips meeting yours as his seed spills and coats your walls.
“You’re perfect,” his voice is hoarse, “fuck, you’re everthing to me,” his voice is choked as he reaches his high. “I’m never leaving you,” he repeats the words, muddled in with your name, “never again.” His groan sounds broken and full of emotion when you meet his eyes for a second, they shine.
His movements slow and he comes to a still, cock still buried in you as ropes shoot out. His teeth mark your shoulder and when he pulls away, he places feverish kisses on you, the pain subsiding with every press of his chapped lips. He pulls out and collapses next to you. You can feel the cum leak out of your body in thick, syrupy strands.
“That was,” you struggle to find the words, knitting your brows together until you come up to the next best thing, “fun,” you whisper.
“Fun? That’s all you’ve to say?” He asks, turning on his side and giving you a smug look. “You came on my face and on my cock. I think you had more than just “fun”, he quotes.
You scoff and shake your head. “Okay then you describe it,” you turn your head to face him and smirk at him, “because you seem like you had fun too.”
He shrugs and throws an arm around you, his fingers light at your sides. “Fuck off,” he mutters, a soft smile on his face. “Next time, I’m going to make you squirt.”
You flash him a coy grin and stick your tongue out at him. “Do you have to be so crude?”
“You swallowed my load and you have it deep in your pussy,” he sighs, rolling his eyes, “I think we’re both crude.” He pauses and then a grin stretches out on his face. “Not to mention you practically humped my face.”
You groan and cover your face with your hands, the smile still evident. “You- Your tongue felt good.”
His hand ghosts over your breasts and his index circles over your hardened niple. “How did it feel?”
“Tomura,” you whine, your hands slide away from your face and you turn to him. He answers you with a growing grin and you rub your legs together. “I don’t know. It- It felt good. Your tongue on my clit and then when you sucked on it I- it just felt good.”
“And when I slapped it?” He presses forwards, his fingers now pinching your breast.
“Slapping,” you voice lowers, “slapping felt really good. It stung, but a good sting.”
“Your poor attempt at dirty talk is actually pretty hot,” he grabs your hand and lowers it, the back of your fingers brush against his hardening member, “wanna go again?”
“You aren’t tired?”
“I could go for a lazy fuck.” He pumps your hand and his eyes flutter to a close. “I think it’d be hot to see how gushy you are with my cum still inside.”
You stare at him in disbelief, a wide smile on your face as you turn to curl into his chest. “It’s amazing how I fell for you- it really is.” His hand wraps around your back and his fingers lightly trace your spine, phantom touched still present even when he’s moved away. “To be completely honest, I think I want to take a shower.” You press a kiss on his collarbone. “You’re free to join.”
His hand slides down your back and over your thigh, he hooks his hand underneath and picks up your thigh, hooking it over his leg. His cock presses near your entrance and you swallow.
“One more round?” His lips brush past the shell of your ear and he presses fleeting kisses down your neck. “Promise it’ll be quick.”
You pull away and look up at him, your mouth parted and eyes clouded over with lust. “Only because you’re cute.”
He smiles wickedly and presses a kiss on your lips, his cock once again entering your squishy, warm walls.