Tomura let her shower alone, something Dabi never did, and he had ordered food— or got Twice to pick it up— and laid it on the table by the time she got out, telling her to go ahead and start while he cleaned himself up.

She was sitting on the floor when he returned, and he sat on the couch with a leg to either side of her with a box of warm noodles in one hand and his chopsticks in the other.

"Thank you," Ayumu murmured.

He hummed and laid his chin against the top of her head as he searched for something to put on. Anime, of course, no that she minded.

"Here." He set everything aside when he had finished and pulled her to lay against his side, touch starved hands running over her wearing nothing but one of his shirts. He liked the way her skin felt under his palms, silken and plush in a way his had never and would never be.

She understood his fascination with touch; with the few people she'd been able to touch, Ayumu had adored the way it felt to have their weight against her own. It had to have been similar for him, only worse. His hands killed.

Eventually she fell asleep like that only to wake as he lifted her in surprisingly strong, lean arms. "Sh," he whispered against her hair. "Just taking you to bed." She fell back asleep as the down of a pillow fluffed around her head.

Ayumu woke gently, light slipping through a crack in the blackout curtains and falling across her eyes.

She attempted to turn, but a weight strewn across her waist tightened and held her in place, back against a warm wall. It was cool enough she still had the blanket across half her body, something that she'd become unused to since being forcibly relocated to Dabi's bed. He was always so fucking hot that neither of them needed blankets, and she couldn't keep clothes on herself overnight. If she didn't fall asleep after sex, then he either woke to ruin her in the middle of the night, or they were torn off first thing in the morning for him to access her bare skin. She'd eventually given up on wearing clothes in the bedroom when Dabi was home.

Dry skin ran against her ear, breathing out a sleepy sigh. A morning erection clothed in sweatpants pressed against her ass.

There was a hand against her stomach, and it slowly ran up the shirt—

"Tomura?" That's why she had a shirt on and blankets over her. He hummed and snuggled closer, until their bodies were nearly meshed. She could feel the tickle of fine chest hair against her lower back.

"Don't move." He nuzzled the skin beneath her ear. "Trying to sleep."

"I need to pee."

He grunted. "Hold it." One dangerous hand snaked down to the soft skin right above her pubic hair as though drawn there to irritate her.

"Stop it." She could feel his lips spread in a smirk and he pressed down, sending a discomforting lance through her bladder and making her tighten up. "Tomura, I really need to go."

His forefinger danced to play at her slit, circling her clit. "I heard it feels good for girls to cum when you need to piss." At her next attempt for freedom, he wrapped his legs around her own and hugged her body tight with his free arm. "Come on, sweetheart, you don't want me to get mean. Do you?" He nipped at her ear, the heel of his palm pressing into her bladder. She hissed and stilled. "Good girl. Good girls get treats. You want a treat, pretty girl?"

His fingers worked at her with a dexterity borne of careful movement his whole life, and it stirred up unwanted heat in her belly. She moaned and threw her head back against him. "Fuck."

"Gonna hold still for me?"

"Uh-huh," she murmured. He dipped his other hand down to her cunt and swirled fingers in her slick before pushing in two at once. "Oh, fuck."

"I should make you piss yourself, show everyone what a shameful little bitch you are."

She felt him moving behind her, fingers drenched in her wetness disappearing to shove sweatpants down, and then he was entering her. She found herself rolled over, hair wrapped in his fist to pull her onto all fours.

"There's my little bitch, on her hands and knees for her master, where she belongs." His bony hips smacked against her ass, and he spread her cheeks apart to gather more of her juices on his thumb. "Bet you wish you had more dicks here to fill you up, horny little slut." His thumb pushed into her other hole, and she cursed. "I'd love to see you covered in cum, every hole filled up and dripping. Bet you'd like that."

There he was, surprising her with his dirty talk again. When it came to sex it was like he was a different person than the awkward young man who constantly peeled off the skin of his throat. One of her hands slipped down to her clit to circle over it, so slippery her fingers nearly glided off.

"Aww, little bitch needs more, huh?" Tomura dragged her up, wrapping an arm around her waist once she was in a position he liked. "Maybe I should tie your hands so you can't touch yourself."

"Noooo," she whimpered. "Please."

"Tch. Bitches don't talk." He bit her shoulder and Ayumu rolled against him desperately.

"Tomura."

He wrapped a hand around her jaw, shoving his fingers in her mouth. "I said bitches don't talk. Bark, bitch."

She groaned behind his hand, eyes fluttering shut as she tightened around him.

"Again. Fuck, gonna cum inside you." He shoved her flat and pounded into her, tears forming beneath her eyelids as she tightened further and snapped around him, milking his thick dick until he was spilling inside her. He rolled her over and shoved his tongue in her mouth, and she realized with horror that Tomura was still hard. "Still haven't used one of your pretty little holes yet."

"Tomura, please, I need—"

His fingers screwed into her ass and she arched up with a gasp.

Ayumu's eyes widened as he scissored his fingers to stretch her. "No, Tomura, you're too big."

He moaned, biting his lip so hard it almost drew blood. "Yeah, sweetheart? My dick is too big for your tight little ass?"

"Yessss-ah." A third finger slipped in.

"But Dabi's fucked your ass. If you can take him, you can take me." He pressed his forehead against hers.

"Nu-uh." Genuine fear was running through her veins, accompanied by the thrill of lust that inadvertently tagged along. "You're bigger, please."

He wedged himself between her legs, a feral grin spread across his dry and chapped lips.

"No!" Ayumu's hands pushed at his chest with all the effectiveness of a butterfly; he wrapped them in one hand and shoved her back, placing himself at her apex. He swirled his dick in their mixed juices, slathering it over himself before pressing against her unused hole. He began pushing in before she could further protest, and they both hissed in unison.

Relax, she reminded herself, gritting her teeth at the burning stretch. And Tomura got thicker after his head.

He leveraged himself on her wrists and kept pushing into her inch by painful inch. "You're so tight, baby. Does it hurt?"

"Yeah."

Tomura relished her confession, pale lashes fluttering. He started pumping himself inside her, and soon her body had accustomed herself enough that it stirred warmth in her belly. "Bet your pussy is soooo tight." He slid forefinger and middle finger inside of her and realized he could feel himself through the thin wall.

Ayumu pushed herself back on him with a moan. "Oh, fuck. More." The sensation of him stroking her inside, his thick dick tightening the hole where his fingers stroked all of her most sensitive spots was delicious.

"More? You like getting your ass fucked? Dirty, filthy girl." His pace picked up. "Hold your legs back." Her hands tingled as he released them, and she hooked her arms around her knees and pulled them toward her head.

He sank in deeper, started choking her until her mouth hung open and her tongue lolled out. He leaned forward and drooled into her mouth before licking around her teeth and stroking her tongue with his.

She shook and cried out against him, not even bothering to fight as her vision danced at the edges.

"Oh, fuck. You're getting tighter. You gonna cum?" She nodded as much as she was able with his fist on her throat, her eyelids sliding closed as warm tingling waves spread throughout her. Tomura cursed viciously, bit down on her throat again, and pumped into her until he was empty.

When he finally pulled his softening dick out of her, he almost laughed at the pink tinged fluid. "Gonna have to get cleaned up soon. Still gotta see the doc today."

Ayumu hummed in response, falling into a light slumber.

Sharp cramps from her bladder woke her sometime later, and she rolled out of bed to stumble her way to the toilet, dried fluids flaking on her thighs.

Notes:

I'm taking a break from writing fanfic right now, but I have some chapters still written.

Fanfic is supposed to be fun, a way to revive the muse, to play around, to experiment. It slowly began taking over my writing more and more, so I prioritized it over my original work. Trying to get back to that mindset now, hence the break.

I'm about to start working on my original stuff more again. But don't worry, I still don't plan to abandon any works. Those who have checked out my other stories may have noticed I even finished one recently. So, yeah. No worries.

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