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"You know-"
Tomura can't stand when you take that tone. The high, wobbly nature of it means you are about to say something to aggravate him, most likely on purpose. He's always pretty frazzled with the situation without your comments. You are laid out on his tiny bed, pussy freshly eaten, legs spread in wait for him. Tomura wants to be back on you, but he's too busy trying to get this fucking strap to stay on. the side won't tighten and his chosen cock of the evening keeps threatening to fall out right on to the floor.
"What?" he asks with a snit. Sweat is already dotted though his white tank. He shouldn't be doing this in a binder, but he almost likes to way his ribs ache when he breathes in too deeply.
"Never really thought I liked pussy-" You wiggle your knee back and forth, legs opening and closing. "But I'm kinda really into yours."
"Don't say--" Heat runs down the back of his neck. "Why are you even fucking looking at that?"
"You're about to fuck me and I like bush," you say. "And it's kinda hot that you're like, fucking dripping down your legs. I'm just saying, if you ever wanted some 'lip service', I'd be down."
Touch had always disgusted him. The discomfort in his body, the way hands only see to exaggerate the places he hates.
But there's a flicker. A flicker of want when you say that. A tightness in his core that he can't ignore.
Tomura swallows deep. His hands are still fumbling with the strap. "Don't call it that."
"Pussy?"
"Yeah."
You tilt your head in thought for a long moment, then a pointed smile creeps up over your face.
"I really wanna suck your dick, Tomu."
Oh, his body crawls, but this time, it's alive with pleasure. He can practically imagine it, your tongue gliding over his cock, working between his folds, fingering his--
With a final tug, he tightens the strap. The cock is cotton candy blue-- something you had picked out for yourself.
"Get it wet before I fuck you," Tomura says, no confidence in his voice.
When you lazily crawl over and open your mouth, he swears he can actually feel your tongue against the plastic when he closes his eyes.