He really was tired. When Dabi shut the door, Shigaraki had stripped down to boxers and tugged off her shit, pulling her flat on the bed. He laid on his side, chest and legs and arms all curled around her like a child with a teddy bear. He was out in minutes, the only indication was that his thumb stopped rubbing circles on her skin.

Ayumu was also tired; she could only attribute it to adrenal exhaustion, since it wasn't as though she lacked time to rest. She yawned, figuring she might as well make the best of it, and rested her cheek against the villain's scrawny chest.

Vision obscure through long fingers, walking the street. Two guys picking a fight, chaos, death.

Sensei praising him and presenting two new sets of hands. A wave of nausea and pride washing over him. The stiff, cool weight of dead flesh.

The dream faded, shifted as a stir of wakefulness slipped through her mind.

It was Tomi and her clever fingers and tongue, laying hot kisses all over her body. She was such a tease, building her up to a slow, lazy peak.

"Ah." Her core clenched in waves as she came, arching her hips into the pleasurable touch working her. "Fuck, Tomi." The hand drew away, cool air whirling against her sweaty thighs. Ayumu's eyes popped open as reality crashed around her.

Narrow, scarlet eyes met hers, displeasure in the line of Tomura's chapped lips. "Who's Tomi?"

"My— my ex-girlfriend. She woke me up like that sometimes…" she drifted off nervously, stomach and heart both jumping.

Shigaraki's tongue darted out, finger pads trailing down her stomach. "Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. She liked to finger you awake, huh?" He rolled over her, slipping his knees between her own and spreading her wide. "You like being played with in your sleep like a little fuck toy?"

Humiliation lanced straight down her body, nipples tightening as she shuddered. Tomura hadn't participated in dirty talk last time, so she hadn't expected this from him. Then again, he didn't have much experience, so he was still learning what he liked and didn't. "Yes," she whimpered as he started stroking her clit.

He was good with his hands, attentive as he explored every part of her. "Did she eat this pretty cunt while you laid back like a spoiled pillow princess?"

Was he going to…?

Tomura shuffled down to lick and nibble at her labia, navigating her folds before slurping at her entrance. His pale lashes fluttered shut as he lapped up her juices, testing how far his tongue could go inside of her. By the time he reached her clit, she had to grab his hair to maintain herself. He experimented between lips and tongue and teeth, sucking and nibbling and licking until he found the combinations that made her groan, her hips rolling against his face, breathing in every twitch of her body and curse of pleasure from her exhalations.

Two of those clever fingers dove back into her; she had already started tightening after the orgrasm he'd forced on her in her sleep, but the stretch was pleasant, made her feel full. He moaned at the fresh wave of wetness that came from his work.

"Just— fuck. Right there," she pleaded. "Just like that. Tomura—"

He growled, free hand clenching on the plushness of one of her thighs. He sucked, using teeth to nudge back the hood of her clit while his tongue flicked mercilessly. When she began writhing, his forearm crossed her hips instead, forcing her down. Ayumu plucked and twisted her nipples as she crept toward the edge. A third finger joined the two inside of her on his next thrust, and he pressed them up against the spot that sent out a wave of her juices. His mouth opened wider, tongue sweeping low to catch it all before returning to the bundle of nerves.

The combination sent her reeling, her thighs tightening around his head as her back arched off the bed, drowning him against her. He just kept on drinking at her core until she rode through it.

When she slumped back, body liquid, Tomura rose over her again. One look at her hot, panting face and those wet lips were all over her own. The taste of sex overrode morning breath. She moaned into him as their tongues danced. He was sloppy, eager, pulling away with a bridge of spittle between them.

"Like tasting yourself?" She nodded. "Such a little slut. Bet you love the taste of pussy." His hands were stroking over her body hungrily. "Happy to be used by anyone."

Ayumu could feel how hard he was, his dick heavy against her thigh. He noticed the line of her focus and grinned, then reached down and pushed inside of her, each inch forcing her open to accommodate his impressive girth.

"Ah, fuck," he muttered into her ear as he slowly rocked his hips to open her up; she felt like he was rebuilding her insides with his girth. "So hot and wet."

When he finally seated fully inside of her, she cried out and wrapped her limbs around him. He sped up his thrusts, egged on by her nails in his back.

He was in awe of her body spread out beneath him, opening up for him to use. He wanted to be as deep inside her as he could, wanted to plant himself there and never leave.

He pushed her legs back, knees by her shoulders. "Hold yourself." Her round, watery eyes scrunched shut as her cries became louder. His thrusts were hitting every sweet spot and more. "Gonna cum inside you. Fill you up." She was nodding and mumbling agreement. "Look at me." One dangerous hand wrapped around her throat, thumb coming down last to stroke along her jaw.

She squeezed him when their eyes met again, and his hand tightened on her throat in response. Tomura licked the round of her open mouth.

"Gonna cum so deep inside you, wanna breed you." Panic and fear added to carnality coaxed her to another orgasm.

How is he such a natural?

The errant thought floated through her oxygen deprived brain

"Breed you so I can suck milk outta these sweet tits."

Why was it that that pushed her over the edge? It could have been his rabid driving inside of her. Either way, she was overcome, vision going fuzzy, ears ringing, tingling from lobes to toes. He followed soon after, groaning as his thrusts slowed, stilled, and he came inside her.

Tomura collapsed against her as his dick softened and slipped out, drooling mixed fluids between them. He nuzzled one of her breasts, finger absently tracing her ribs.

"So." His voice was hesitant, rasp heavy with the low volume. "How was it?"

Ayumu frowned, wiping sweat slickened hair from her forehead. "Ah, well. I came more than once." Was he insecure about his performance?

Tomura considered this. "Was it long enough? I tried to progress right, foreplay to—"

She cracked up, chest heaving with her laughter so that he had to lift his head. He ground his jaw, one eye twitching.

"It's just." She tried to get control of her giggling. "It was great, Tomura. I enjoyed it. And the foreplay was good. Did you research before or something?"

Red filled him from throat to ears, warming his pallid flesh.

He did.

"Well, it worked," she added lest he think she was making fun of him. "And for the record, if a girl gets off it's usually indicative that she enjoyed it."

"I heard a lot of girls fake it." He was avoiding her gaze.

"If she squirts all over you, she's definitely not faking it. Though not all women squirt. And not all the time." Ayumu drew his attention to the puddle soaking his sheets.

He blinked down at it. "Oh. Yeah." He laid back against her, sliding out to the side and putting his head back on her chest.

They laid like that for a few minutes. "I didn't have sex until I was twenty-three," Ayumu confided.

"Really?"

She hummed. "Touching people is a little tough for me, remember? And sometimes I'd see the person have sex before we got far in the relationship. It made things awkward at times."

"You saw people have sex in your dreams before you ever did it yourself, huh?" He huffed a laugh.

"Yep. I grew up knowing all about the birds and the bees because I already had had dreams about it. My mom somehow dealt with it so gracefully." Ayumu pictured the woman cradling her as she explained why certain acts were intimate and thus viable for her dreams. She'd always been patient, always accepting, even when the memory being discussed was one of her own.

"It's normal to explore as you get older. You just need to respect your body and your boundaries, and anyone you decide to engage with."

"She was a good mom, huh?"

She blinked, shushing back the nostalgia. "Yeah. She was incredible."

"Your mom's Quirk was called Projection, right?"

She stiffened slightly, but his body language hadn't changed; Tomura was still in pillow-talk mode. "Yeah. She could play her own memories for others when they touched, though she could control it. Projected the memories onto them."

He hummed. "What about your father?"

"Oh, he could force-activate the Quirks of others. He didn't like using it; my mom said he was too good of a guy to do that to others." The way their Quirks had combined to make hers was both horrifying and beautiful. Quirk evolution was a fascinating study. "What about you?"

His fingers paused in their gentle motions. "I don't really remember them. Sensei found me as a child and started training me when I was young."

"Oh," she responded.

"I can tell you about Sensei, though." A note of excitement lilted his voice. "He chose me to become his successor. He's very powerful."

"I've only heard a little about what happened at the hideout," Ayumu admitted.

His eyes darkened. "If we had been prepared… Sensei sacrificed himself so I could get away. It's only a matter of time before he gets free. His Quirk is the most powerful there is. It's called All for One. He can take Quirks and give them away."

"Wait, really?" That was the most terrifying Quirk she'd ever heard of, more so than even Tomura's Decay.

"Yeah. I don't even know every Quirk he has, but he is strong and swift and invincible." Tomura's raspy voice grew tighter in his admiration. "And he's training me to take it someday. That's why I'm doing all of this. I'm preparing to take over his legacy and get rid of All Might and all those so-called heroes."

Ayumu combed her fingers through his hair to calm him. "That is a huge gift."

Tomura hummed and ran his cheek against her chest. He was pleased that she saw the worth of his Sensei's Quirk.

"We should shower," she suggested.

"Later. Time to sleep."

Ayumu would have insisted if it was Dabi, but, looking at the state of Tomura's room, an argument of cleanliness wouldn't be convincing. So she loosely laid her arms around him and let herself drift off with their fluids still sticky on her thighs. She hadn't been awake too long. Perhaps she was done with the dreams for now.