without fail, you always manage to sneak a kiss to that beauty mark just below tomura's lips. little pecks, during make out sessions, more intimate moments-- doesn't matter. it's his sweet spot, like a little button you like to push that causes a cute little pout to form on his lips. he always grumbles about it, but never tells you to stop.

until today, that is.

he's got you straddled on top of him, your thighs pressed tightly on either side of his hips; three fingers curled into the strands of your hair as his lips become hellbent on devouring you.

your hands cup the width of his jaw, lightly dragging your nails along as they travel back to the nape of his neck, curling into the hair that curls against his skin.

you're finally able to breathe when his lips leave yours for a moment, his hand gripping your hair loosening it's grip as it travels to his own to brush the strands back from his forehead. a shaky exhale leaves his mouth, eyes overcast with want.

the two of you had managed to sneak away from the majority of PLF, aching for some private time after a few busy weeks kept tomura busy and unable to satisfy himself with the warmth of you.

you can tell how much he missed being wrapped up with you, just by the way he trembles from having you sat in his lap. he knows you've missed loving up on him as well, it's obvious by the way your lips immediately find his skin again after he had just pulled away from your mouth.

a noise falls from his lips-- a whine-- but tomura would deny it immediately if you called him out on it. you always know that neck kisses are his weakness and he doesn't have the patience nor the time to fall apart from just your lips on his throat. when your lips travel upwards, towards the one spot you always make a point to hit.

tomura tilts your chin away with two fingers, his brows furrowed slightly as he tries to regulate his labored breathing.