Author's Note:

Here's a bonus chapter for those of you who wanted a lemon chapter. I'm gonna start this off right now with a little announcement: LOWER THOSE EXPECTATIONS

I dunno how to write smut, really. To be fair, I said I was okay writing smut, but I never said i was actually good at it. I've been rewriting this chapter for like 3 weeks now... so hopefully it's okay? maybe? I dunno.

If mature chapters aren't your thing, go ahead and skip this one. I promise, you won't miss anything. Honestly, those of you who skip it might come out a little less disappointed. xD okay, I'm done bashing my chapter, have fun.

As promised, y/n made Tomura dinner as soon as they got home. When he wasn’t looking, she offered a bit of it to Nobuo as a special treat. She seldom had time for Tomura, let alone her Nomu. While she felt bad for the monster, her mind was at ease knowing he didn’t care.

The two sat down and watched tv as they ate. Before going to bed, Kurogiri made an off-hand comment about the house having a table. Y/n ignored the comment. By the lack of sound coming from the short tempered Tomura, y/n guessed that he too was choosing to ignore Kurogiri.

Y/n collected the dishes and left them in a pile in the sink after dinner. She intended to clean up before going to the bookstore, but she knew Kurogiri would most likely get to it before she woke up. Y/n considered washing the dishes now, preferring not to listen to Kurogiri nag. However, y/n decided going to bed sooner rather than later was much more important to her. Y/n entered the bedroom and looked herself over in the big mirror above the dresser.

In the mirror's reflection, y/n could see Tomura taking off his shirt and throwing it to the ground. He was sitting up in bed, his back against the headboard. Y/n kept her eyes on the villain through his reflection. "Y/n," he called out, and she immediately turned around to face him.

Y/n sat down on the edge of the bed next to him. Something on his face made it seem like he had something to say. He appeared normal up to this point, y/n wondered if there was anything she could do to ease whatever was on his mind. "Yes?" y/n asked. Tomura grabbed y/n and carefully lifted her onto his lap. She gave him a gentle smile, but the look on his face stayed. Her smile faded and she gave him a more serious look.

She readjusted herself, straddling Tomura's lap. Her sundress blossomed out like a flower. Y/n lightly ran her fingers along Tomura's neck up to his jawline. "What's wrong?"

Tomura averted his eyes, no longer looking at y/n. Under her fingers could feel his jaw move, and she noticed him faintly chewing on his cheek. Y/n gently called his name, and his gaze returned. She felt herself growing stressed over Tomura’s unusual behavior.

The villain pulled y/n close to him and rested his forehead on her collarbone. His silence was worrying. However, y/n didn't want to alarm him. She placed her chin on his head and felt Tomura nuzzle into her chest. She could also feel Tomura lightly tugging on her dress.

Y/n knew the act was innocent. Whatever was on Tomura's mind was clearly bothering him, and y/n was sure that Tomura was merely looking for something to keep his hands busy. "So are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

Tomura remained silent. Y/n tried to pull herself away from Tomura, wholly intending to look him in the eye and try to get him talking; however, Tomura had a firm grip on her back, keeping her body close to him. "Tomura," she called out, a mix of worry and sternness in her voice. The villain's hold loosened and y/n was able to pull away.

"You don't have to go with us, you know. You can just stay here and wait." It took y/n a moment to register what he was saying.

"I'm going," y/n replied in a matter of fact tone. "You're where my home is. I don't have anywhere to go if you-" y/n cut herself off and continued; "The League, gets caught." She noticed Tomura looking away, and y/n held his cheek in her hand and led him back to her face. "If you're gone, then I might as well go too."

"That's stupid," Tomura snapped angrily.

Y/n gave him a warm smile. "I make dumb decisions all the time, we've been over this. Going with The League to Tartarus will just be another one of those." Y/n gave Tomura a playful shrug. However, she could tell by the look in his eyes that Tomura wasn't convinced. Y/n leaned forward and gave him a small kiss, she parted her lips from his. "I'll be fine, I promise." 

Before Tomura could argue with her, she gave him a deeper kiss, opening his mouth with hers. She felt Tomura’s hands on her hips. Two fingers from each hand firmly held onto her. Y/n playfully slipped her tongue in and brushed up against Tomura's. The villain to let out a noise that was akin to a whimper. Y/n placed her hands on Tomura's shoulders, she could feel him turning into putty in her hands as he succumbed to the kiss. 

Y/n pushed herself further into the kiss, deepening the already deep kiss. She felt Tomura’s tongue nudge against hers, and y/n playfully returned the gesture. Her hands slipped from his shoulders and her arm slammed against the headboard next to Tomura. She reluctantly broke the kiss and pulled away from the villain. Tomura ran the tip of his tongue up y/n’s lip. She gave him a warm smile, recalling how Tomura physically shivered the first time she had done that to him.

Y/n noticed Tomura's hold on her hips tightened. She could feel four fingers on each hand dig into her skin, as if he assumed she was simply going to get off and walk away now that they're talk was over. Y/n pressed her forehead against his, and Tomura’s hands gently slid off her sides. She wanted to do more than cuddle, kiss, and playfully tease Tomura, but she didn't know what to do or where to start.

One arm stayed pressed against the headboard for support while the other played with the Villain’s light blue hair. Y/n looked into his eyes, trying to find some sort of hint that he was giving her permission to do more. His eyes looked glassy, it was hard to tell if he was even looking at her. "Tomura," she anxiously began, feeling her face heat up from embarrassment. "Can we..." her voice trailed off.

This was much more awkward than she thought it would be. Y/n took no time to mentally beat herself up over it. She had shamelessly imagined this moment for months, and it was finally here. Y/n had thought of many different scenarios of how this could go right and wrong. None of those situations included y/n being the awkward one. She berated herself for acting so anxious at a time like this.

She felt Tomura give her a short and quick kiss on the lips. It felt like the awkwardness of the situation had melted away in an instant. She calmed herself down and gave him a smile.

Y/n didn't want to overstimulate Tomura too much. New things tend to scare him, even though he’d never admit to it, and she had a feeling this was going to be another one of those instances. Y/n decided to start off slow and see how he was doing. If Tomura is okay with whatever she was going to do, she'd continue on. 

Y/n moved her hips and rubbed up against Tomura, keeping a close eye on his reaction. Much to y/n's surprise, he didn't seem to have one. He kept that same glassy-eyed look on his face that y/n found she couldn't read. 

Her free hand moved to Tomura’s chest, she lightly traced little circles as she rubbed up against his pants. Y/n gave the blue-haired villain a kiss and lightly nibbled on his lower lip.

Tomura had been completely still this whole time. She was convinced he wasn’t having a good time. Y/n was perfectly alright with changing things up. 

Y/n remembered Tomura was fond of being bitten. She got up on her knees and lightly ran her teeth along Tomura’s neck. Y/n could feel the villain squirm under her teeth. Y/n held his head in her hand as she bit down again, forcing the villain who was strangely keeping his hands off of her to keep his head still. She returned to his face and studied his expression. The look in Tomura’s eyes looked like he was asking for more. Y/n sat down on his lap with a sly smile. She held her breath as she felt a bulge rub up against her.

Y/n told herself she was going to be done grinding on Tomura, but she couldn’t help herself. The bulge between her legs was too tempting not to play with. Y/n repeated the same grinding motion as before, noticing everything felt so much better on her end.

She examined Tomura's face, looking for any trace of life in him she could find. Usually, she could tell how Tomura was feeling instantly. His eyes are always so expressive, no matter how hard he tried to hide his emotions, y/n could see right through him. This time was different though, and y/n couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking at this very moment. Y/n could only guess. 

Maybe he was thinking of what he liked about her. Tomura rarely complimented her, so she couldn't begin to imagine what specifically drew the villain to her. Y/n considered that he might not be thinking at all. The bulge she was lightly grinding herself on suggested that Tomura might merely be enjoying what he was feeling.

A chill ran down her spine as she hit a sensitive spot. Y/n bit down on her lip, stifling a moan. She felt the bulge between her legs twitch in response. Y/n continued to add as much friction as she could to the sweet spot she had discovered. It felt like her vision was beginning to darken as y/n went.

Y/n buried her face into the blue haired villain’s neck as her grinding became messier. Her hands moved onto Tomura's shoulders for support. They slid down his chest, unsure whether they'd rather be on Tomura or between her legs. Y/n promptly settled on both as one arm hooked around Tomura from behind his neck, her nails digging into his shoulder; while the other traveled down, rubbing herself through the sundress' fabric.

She felt her stomach turn as she kept grinding up against Tomura. Y/n felt herself writhe as she rubbed up against his bulge. Her body relaxed completely as she released; however, her head was like a storm.

Y/n felt a bit guilty that she was the only one who fully benefited from the exchange. She didn't mean to go as overboard as she did. Y/n knew Tomura wouldn't get the same rush through his pants as her. It was only meant to be a small bit of fun to relax Tomura before y/n eased him into something more serious. Y/n took her few moments of recovery time to consider what she could do for Tomura in return. It was only fair after all.

Feeling hot all over, y/n was thankful that Tomura was close to being a living ice cube. She cuddled the villain, trying to cool herself off on his exposed chest. Y/n playfully ran her fingers through Tomura’s hair as she prepared herself to undo his pants and treat him to a new experience she thought he’d like. 

Tomura felt y/n cuddle up to him. It was like he was suffocating. At one point, he tried to move, but it felt like he was being chained down by some sort of invisible device. Tomura was most disappointed by that. Y/n wasn’t scared of his touch and he desperately wanted to take advantage. He wanted to feel her skin under his fingertips or to run a finger or two in her hair. Unfortunately for him, the only thing he could do was sit back and observe.

Y/n ran a finger down his chest as she buried her face in the nook of his neck. The villain frowned as he noticed her sundress rub against him. He didn’t like how it felt, vastly preferring her skin against his.

His attention returned to y/n’s finger, which traveled much further down than he thought it would. Tomura felt her lightly fiddle with his pants. At that moment, it was as if whatever was holding Tomura down had finally lifted. 

The villain pushed y/n away and off of him. Y/n lost her balance and fell back. Using her elbows to prop herself up, she stayed motionless in front of him, her eyes wide and full of worry. She looked like she was going to say something. If Tomura knew y/n as well as he thought he did, the villain guessed she was going to apologize.

Tomura got up on his knees and looked down at y/n. He held onto her dress with several fingers. The villain looked at her expectantly, as if to ask if it was alright to place all five. Y/n gave him an anxious smile, and Tomura took full hold of the fabric in his hand.

Y/n's face reddened, and Tomura took it all in. The nervous look in her eyes. The way she was holding her breath. How her fingers were lightly playing with the bedsheets. 

His fingers gently touched the scar y/n hated so much. Suddenly, it was as if y/n sucked in her stomach as much as she could to create distance between Tomura's finger and the scar. He moved his hand away, and y/n instantly relaxed.

Tomura got down carefully as to not touch the bed. He ran his tongue along the side of her neck and she squirmed from under him. Tomura let out a throaty chuckle. Y/n seemed so in control earlier, he thought it was funny seeing her suddenly so anxious and at his mercy. He bit down roughly on her neck and y/n gasped in response. The blue-haired villain harshly laughed at her helplessness. 

Tomura got off of y/n and fumbled with his pants. The fingers the villain allowed to hover to stop his quirk from activating twitched as if he was subconsciously threatening to speed up the process for himself. The villain subsided his urge to disintegrate more things by touching the last piece of fabric on y/n that was in his way.

He felt y/n flinch under his fingers, and her breath hitched. Watching the thin fabric decay while simultaneously revealing more of y/n was like a weight was lifted off of him. Feeling a lot better, Tomura returned to his pants and finished what he started. 

Tomura hesitated as soon as he undid his pants. His eyes looked over to the girl under him and back down. He hunched forward in front of y/n and got down close to her. Tomura gave y/n a deep kiss as he blindly pushed his pants out of the way. Slowly, as delicately as he could, Tomura slid himself in her. Y/n moaned in his mouth as he entered.

As soon as he felt like he was far enough in, Tomura parted his lips from hers. His eyes locked with y/n's and he noticed her eyes sparkle. The villain froze. Both of them stayed utterly motionless. The only signs of movement were Tomura occasionally twitching inside of y/n. The villain was too busy being in the moment. Feeling y/n's warmth in a way he's never had before. Seeing a look in y/n's eyes that he's never seen. 

There was no telling how long he was still. It felt like time stopped just for him to take in everything. Eventually, Tomura finally broke and began to move again. He hooked onto y/n's bra with a few of his fingers. His eyes narrowed for a moment as he hesitated. Tomura's eyes darted from y/n's face to his hand. He placed his remaining fingers and watched the fabric fall apart.

Tomura chewed on his lip, tugging on a piece of loose skin with his teeth as his gaze lingered around y/n's bare breasts as his quirk did it's work. The tips of his fingers caressed her skin more delicately than he ever had. He found himself unable to breath as he ran a finger aimlessly along her collarbone and chest.

Suddenly, something else caught his attention. His eyes drifted to y/n. If looks were enough to push him over the edge, the expression of anxious desire on y/n's face would have surely done it for him.

The villain pushed himself as deep into y/n as he could, and he felt y/n's body react instantly as her walls squeezed around him. Tomura ran his tongue along her neck and gave her jawline a kiss as he tried to push himself in even deeper. He pulled out a little and watched as y/n's body became less tense almost immediately. 

Tomura lowered himself closer to y/n. He felt her delicate fingers curl around the back of his neck. Her legs clinging onto his sides almost as if she was attempting to trap his body close to her.

His movements were slow and messy. He noted that was nowhere near as fluid as y/n. Tomura watched y/n cover her mouth with her hands and muffle a moan. Her eyes, appearing as if they were smiling, stayed locked onto him, unintentionally motivating Tomura to do better.

Wanting to see y/n squirm under him, the villain slowly found his pace. His movements became much smoother and more controlled. 

Tomura kept a close eye on y/n, if something he was doing wasn’t good enough, he wanted to know as soon as possible. The thought of needing to do something else was nerve wracking. He knew the bare basics of sex, thanks to video games and movies. Tomura never took interest in it or thought about it. He didn’t think he would ever find someone dumb enough to be a willing participant. Tomura imagined his first time would be with some nameless stranger who he needed to borrow in order to father a successor.

Yet, here was y/n. Someone who wasn't scared of his touch and trusted completely. He almost couldn't believe someone so intelligent and capable was not only underneath him, but wanted to be there. 

The bedroom was filled with the sound of the bed gently rocking, and y/n's moans dancing with the occasional grunt from Tomura. A bead of sweat dripped from Tomura, landing on y/n's skin and rolled down to the bed. The villain dug his nails into his thumbs as he felt his stomach coil.

He watched as y/n arched her back and held onto the bedsheets in her hands. Just like before, she tensed up and he could feel her tightly wrap around him. She opened her mouth to talk, but nearly nothing came out. After a gasp, y/n tried again. "I..." 

Y/n looked up at Tomura with a look that made his heart squeeze and twist. No matter how much time he spends with and without her that feeling always got to him. He hated how much she could make him hurt without even realizing it.

Tomura's movements altered once again. His newly found fluid pace was beginning to slow down. The villain stopped for a moment, still inside y/n, and watched as her body relaxed, and she looked up at him with a quizzical expression on her face.

It felt like y/n was crushing his heart with her bare hands. Tomura ground his teeth as he stared daggers into her. The villain partially pulled out before pushing himself back in. This time with as much force as he could muster. Y/n let out a surprised yelp and jerked her body.

Tomura firmly held onto y/n's shoulders, his nails digging into her skin. He continued his newly found pace, preferring it much more than the more gentle and cautious approach he had been taking. He forcefully shoved himself back into y/n and slowly pulled out again. Growing more aggressive as time went on.

With each violent thrust forward, Tomura mentally thought of everything about y/n that upset him. How she made his heart hurt and how sick she made him feel. And, most importantly, how y/n was a hindrance to him. He had told her to stay home, yet she wasn't listening. Before, he was perfectly happy not caring about anyone's wellbeing, but now he found himself stressing over y/n's whenever she was out of his sight. The list in Tomura's mind went on and on.

Y/n had a glazed over look in her eye. The atmosphere in the room changed completely as the gentle creak from the bed rocking was replaced by the shrill sound of the bedframe’s legs scraping on the wooden floor as it slowly inched further away from the wall. He watched as y/n struggled to say his name. His movements became much angrier as he continued to mentally list off things.

Tomura felt his stomach turn. He knew that he had to completely pull out soon. However, each thrust felt like a release of all his pent up frustrations replaced by a surge that ran throughout his whole body. The sensation itself was addictive, and the villain continued on, telling himself that he'll stop soon. Then disobeying himself for another dose of pleasure.

He hunched forward and bit down on y/n's shoulder as an intense feeling overcame him. His fingers involuntarily twitched, and he grabbed onto the first thing within his reach. Tomura felt the bedsheets slip through his fingers like sand as y/n squirmed under him, trying to pull her shoulder from his teeth. 

Tomura let out a weakened whimper as he gently rocked his hips from side to side. Feeling himself twitching inside of his companion. Tomura pulled out, feeling less self-conscious about revealing himself, and allowing whatever was left to drip down onto her skin.

He felt y/n run her fingers along his cheek and he nuzzled into her hand. Tomura gave her palm a small yet weakened kiss. He saw how unsteady he was as soon as he placed a pair of fingers on the back of her hand. Seeing his trembling fingers showed Tomura how tired he actually was.

The villain fell over to y/n's side, kicking up a cloud of ash as he landed on the bare mattress. For the first time in a long time, he could be by y/n's side without feeling sick or stressed. Ash clung to his moistened skin uncomfortably, but Tomura didn't seem to notice. In fact, he didn't seem to mind much at the moment. 

It was as if the villain wasn't feeling much of anything. He watched y/n's chest rise with her labored breathing as he enjoyed the feeling of being utterly numb around y/n.