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He was skittish. Despite this being what you both wanted, when your fingers traced along the back of his upper arm to spread butterfly-like across his shoulders, he nearly jerked forward out of your grasp. You frowned, shutting the door to your bedroom with a foot.
“Oh, god,” you whined, “don’t tell me you’re a virgin.”
His pride was instantly wounded. “I am not,” he insisted.
The truth didn’t matter. Maybe he had fucked before. He was acting shy, though, which meant you weren’t going to be able to have as good a time with him as you wanted. He was, however, your only real safe option. So, you could make do with him.
With a roll of your eyes, you walked forward to rest a hand on the front of his long sleeved, black shirt. Neither of you were particularly stunning. You were pretty, sure, in the sort of manner that every day people were; you didn’t have the money to invest in a meaningful beauty routine and you had never had the option to pursue shabby-chic fashion interests with how dutiful you were. You were pretty like wildflowers. And, Tomura was handsome in the same way things were; he had a nice frame, but he was absolutely beat up.
That was fine by you. He could be a thing, to you. You just needed to use him, to have him get you off. But, to do that, he needed to relax. So, you pushed forward on his chest ever so slightly, eyes half-lidded.
“Loosen up,” you insisted, watched him stagger rather than fall onto the mattress. “We can go slow. We’ve got all night. Want a massage, first?”
Sitting slowly, as if he didn’t really trust you despite how often you healed him and despite the fact he had willingly agreed to this, he considered your offer. “Yeah. That sounds good.”
“Then, lay back.”
When he obeyed, you got onto the bed and sat beside him. Your duvet hadn’t been dusted, so you didn’t even bother to check whether he had the artist’s gloves on. That had been discussed shortly after Kurogiri checked out for the night. Instead, you picked up one wrist, the fingers of the spare hand massaging gentle circles into it.
Tomura watched you like a hawk, tense. But, once you moved from the first muscles of his thin wrist and moved to the barely-there muscles of his forearm, he began to relax. You could only tell it in the way his shoulders sagged and his hand didn’t threaten to ball into a fist.
“I take it you never get massages,” you taunted.
He didn’t answer you, merely looking away. “This isn’t sex.”
“It’s foreplay. Unless you wanna be so anxious you stay limp and then I just decide to use a vibe,” you retorted, moving onto his bicep. “Ugh, you’re all stiff! What do you do, hunch over all day?”
“Are you gonna nag me the whole time?”
You crossed over him, thighs briefly spread over his torso. You didn’t miss his blatant attention, the way his eyes darted from each leg to your hips then up to your breasts and finally your face. You smiled at him and he looked away as if ashamed to be caught.
“You’re supposed to look at me,” you encouraged as you worked on his other arm. “What’re you gonna do when I get naked?”
“Fuck you,” he answered, sounding less like a man and more like a brat.
“Where? How?”
He gaped, jaw working for a moment before he answered you. “What do you mean, where? There’s only… I mean, I guess—”
You laughed. “I would think you’d have more ideas. Aren’t young guys like you supposed to be adventurous?”
“You’re not that much older than me,” Tomura argued. “What’re you? Five? Six years max older than me.”
“Something like that.” You twirled your finger in the air, suggesting he roll over onto his stomach. “Let me help you take your shirt off. Maybe the pants, too. Then, I can get your back and legs, next.”
While he would prefer to get to fucking, or so he told himself, Tomura was enjoying the tenderness even if you railed into him over and over again about how inexperienced and possibly inadequate he was. It was odd. He felt… demeaned, yet cherished. Your mouth said one thing but your hands did another.
So, he sat up, beginning to lift his shirt until you pulled it up from the bottom for him, knuckles brushing over his bare body. He gulped when you were face to face, kissing you back when you found his lips. It wasn’t a good kiss; it couldn’t be. His lips were chapped and he didn’t know what he was doing. Nevermind the fact he barely moved them, unsure of what to do. You knew what to do, though. With his arms momentarily locked in the flimsy material of his well worn shirt, you tilted your head just so to the side to deepen the kiss. Your soft lips pressed against his and the sweetness of your breath fanned across his face as you savored him.
Then, you pulled back, giggling. “You’ve got a lot to learn about kissing.”
He couldn’t even formulate a retort, tangled up in his shirt and absolutely smitten with your sweet-and-spicy sass. “Sorry,” he croaked. Maybe you would teach him. He hoped you would. You were so very mean and such a delight.
You freed him from his shirt, tossing it to the side before unbuckling his belt without waiting for his lead. You yanked it out of the belt loops. Tomura felt the hard on that had faded during the massage flare back to life with the aggressiveness of the motion. He grinned lopsided, excited.
“I, uh, let’s—”
“Don’t talk,” you suggested, pulling his pants down. “Ass up, help me slide these off.”
He lifted his hips, awaiting your response to his now bare body. He realized, with a pang, that you were still fully clothed while he was naked before you. He tried to smile as you assessed him but his nerves were eating him up.
“You’ll do,” you decided, nails brushing over his shins and thighs. You stopped just short of his groin, once again motioning for him to roll over. “C’mon, show me your back.”
Half-hard, he hesitantly obeyed. His compliance was rewarded, however, when you straddled him. Your warm hands pressed against his skin, kneading into his skin and pressing into his tense muscles. The true delight, though, was when your lips found his often-scarred neck. The sticky-sweet scent of your quirk danced on the air as you licked at the old wounds.
“Poor baby,” you taunted. “You’re always so beat up. Want me to take care of you?”
Tomura swallowed thickly, nodding his head.
You continued rubbing his back, slow and intense. Your panties were wet in anticipation, but once you coaxed him here, he’d hopefully be ready for you. “Good, ‘cause I want you to take care of me.” You swallowed your venom, quirk off. You licked the shell of his ear, riding his ineffective grind against the bed out. He actually managed to lift himself despite you being on top of him, however little he did it. Hopefully he’d pound you well. “Are you about ready to fuck me, Shigaraki?”
“Yes,” he gasped, shuddering as your nails grazed along his sides. “[Name], please, let’s—” He groaned.
You sat up, disbelieving. “… No way.”
He flushed, trying to get up on his elbows to look at you over his shoulders. “I—”
“Ugh!” With a roll of your eyes and a raise of your lips, you threw your hands up and got off him. “Fucking virgin!” you spat.
“I am not a virgin!”
You ripped open one of your drawers, pulling out your vibrator.
Tomura, still naked, sat up and looked at in disbelief. “You’re seriously going to use that?!”
“It’s not like you can get hard right now!” you hissed. “Just look at my covers! Ugh!” You plopped back down on the bed, shimmying out of your pants.
Looking a touch defeated but still obviously rolling in his honeyed afterglow, Tomura began to roll off the bed.
“Where the fuck are you going?” you spat, pressing the buzzing vibe against your slit to lubricate it.
“Uh,” Tomura answered, not exactly sure where he had been going except to get his boxer sand pants.
“Get back here. I didn’t get off yet and I got you off, so you’re gonna help me.” When he crawled back over, naked and hesitant, you lifted your shirt and pulled down your bra. “Lick ‘em.”
To his credit, he did obey. He darted forward, broad tongue dragging across nearly the entirety of one breasts center. He then moved to do the same to the other, but you held him at the one breast with a tug to his short hair.
“You’re gonna get in my way,” you clarified. True enough, your vibrator-wielding arm was smashed just so against the other breast. “Keep licking. Suck if you want to. No teeth, I know you’re gonna try biting way too hard.”
A touch humiliated that you thought him this incompetent on top of climaxing entirely too early, Tomura wordlessly got back to doing as you requested. He ran his tongue over your tit a few times, then experimentally circled your nipple with his tip.
You slipped the tip of your rabbit-vibrator in, groaning in pleasure at both his mouth and at your own handiwork. “Yeah, just like that,” you praised, massaging his scalp as you held him close to your chest.
Encouraged, he latched on.
Your toes curled, a smile working its way onto your chest. “Oh, you catch on fast!” You smirked at him, tilting the way the buzzing toy pressed against you. “Flick your tongue against me.” He did and you jerked your hips. “Again.”
He was a good listener and your bed was all the more soaked for it.
With your own expert hand guiding your favorite toy and Tomura’s inexperienced but welcome aid, you were quickly driving yourself to your peak. You panted, moaning just every so often.
“This is all you’re good for yet, huh?” you berated him. “You gotta learn how to take care of me. So, keep… keep…! Mm!” With a final buck, you finished.
Coming off your tit with a wet lick of his lips, Tomura finally looked proud. “You came?”
You smirked at him. “Yeah. You made a woman cum. Proud of yourself?”
He declined to answer, but that was an answer, as well. Instead, he laid down beside you.
“Get some rest,” you suggested. “I’ll throw down a towel, but I meant what I said earlier: we’ve got all night, and you are going to get it in me.”
At this, the light haired man perked up. His still spent cock even dared to twitch. “Yeah? Alright.”