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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<
Summary: You have a lot of fun decorating for Christmas
Pairing: Dabi/Fem Reader
Content Warning: Smut, Christmas Sex, Begging, Dacryphilia, Edging, Overstimulation, Creampie, Multiple Orgasms, Dom/Sub Undertones, Touya's a bit mean but we love it lol
Word Count: 1.1k
Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi
A/N: This is the 3rd part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!
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"Don't drop the ornament, Dolly~" Touya taunts with a hot whisper in your ear, his front pressed up against your back. Two fingers curl inside your cunt sharply and trembles wrack through your body, his other arm wrapped around your torso and cupping your breast beneath your shirt, squeezing and kneading it while holding you in place.
"I'm trying!" You whine, grinding your hips down to chase more pleasure, only to whimper pathetically when you're denied it. In your distraction, the little plastic snowflake-shaped ornament in your grasp slips, clattering against the floor when long fingers suddenly press against your sweet spot.
He tuts and sighs, "You dropped it, sweetheart.", stilling his movements but keeping his fingers stuffed inside you.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to~" You cry, sweat sliding down your forehead and cunt clenching around the digits. "Please, please, I'm good, I've been good."
"Mm, I don't know about that. You've only managed six ornaments on the tree. You have twenty total, though I suppose nineteen now. Do you really think that's good?" He heckles, tracing shapes into your sweat-damp skin with blunt nails.
"Mmn, 'm sorry, 'm sorry, please, I wanna be good for you." You simper, legs trembling as you reach a shaky hand out to take another ornament.
"Hmm, we'll see." He hums, tone all mocking amusement as his thumb rubs firm circles into your clit, without moving his other fingers.
You whine and shake and moan, but you try your best.
It takes another half hour before you're finished hanging the ornaments, all while trying to concentrate, but not as well as you'd like.
The second ornament to slip and fall is a pretty little angel, when he scissors his fingers within you, stretching you out
The third is an adorable reindeer, falling when he abruptly curls his fingers right up against your sweet spot again, while sucking a mark into the junction between your neck and shoulder.
The fourth, you no longer care what it is, drops and bounces away when he gives a hard pinch to your nipple while simultaneously playing with your sensitive clit.
And each time, you apologize tearfully, and each time he tuts and mocks you, licking up your salty tears.
All that time, for almost an hour, he never lets you cum once. Every time he noticed you were close, he'd stop his movements or pull out, and every time, you'd cry and beg so prettily for him.
You manage to put the last ornament on the tree with trembling limbs, sighing shakily as you look at it through tear blurred vision.
He's been edging you, playing with you, for so long that you feel like you're going to shatter if you don't get to cum soon, if he doesn't fuck you soon.
He coos at your glassy eyes peering back at him, chuckling when your lips wobble. "Please?" Your voice is broken and so very sweet as you plea with him for anything, for everything, and he buries his face into your neck, sighing against you there. "Alright baby, you tried your best, I know." He presses a kiss to your flushed skin as he slips his fingers out of you, fully removing his hand from your pants, and you can't help the small whine that escapes you at the prominent emptiness.
Turning you to face him, he captures your lips in a slow languid kiss that makes your legs jelly and your pussy throb.
Your fingers tangle in his snowy hair, tugging and pulling him as close as possible, trying to melt into him, and he allows it, warm hands gripping your hips, keeping you close.
He trails kisses down your throat as he guides you down to the floor, onto the tree rug beneath the Christmas tree, laying you out like the gift you are.
And like a gift, he tears off whatever hides you from view, opening you up and admiring what he was blessed with.
He slides in slowly, seeming to want to still tease you even now, and all you could do is take whatever he decides to give. Because no matter your sweet pleas of more, harder, faster, he'd just swallow your words with a deep kiss, murmuring against your lips, "You shouldn't have dropped them, hm Dolly?"
He fucks you slow and deep under the colourful Christmas tree, trailing kisses wherever his hot mouth can reach, admiring the pretty colours of the Christmas lights dancing across your face and shining in your glossy eyes.
You cum with a sob, your sensitive walls pulsing around him, dragging him over the edge with you and he paints your insides white with a deep groan.
Chest shuddering as you try to catch your breath, you gaze up at him dazedly, before dragging him down into a flithy kiss; licking into his mouth when he allows it.
His cock barely begins to soften from his orgasm when you feel him twitch to full hardness again, grinding into you.
Gasping at the overstimulation to your sensitive cunt, you drag your nails down his back. "Touya wait—" your words are cut off with a choked moan when he pulls back, leaving just the head inside, before shoving back in with a hard thrust.
"Aww, you thought we were done baby?" He coos, licking up the tear trickling down your cheek. You look up at him with glazed eyes, lips parted on a silent moan and shaking as he rolls his hips, grinding against your sweet spot.
"You dropped four ornaments, silly girl." He murmurs, brows furrowed in fake disappointment, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb brushing your cheekbone, wiping away a stray tear. "So you need to let me see your pretty pussy cry for me four times, yeah?" His grin is sharp as he punctuates his words with a thrust, chuckling lowly at the way your expression crumbles into bliss.
The overstimulation hurts deliciously, the pain and pleasure melting into one as he picks up his pace, fucking into you hard and fast just like you begged earlier.
In the dancing, colourful lights, he looks like art. His hair and staples shine in different colours, his eyes glow, with their intensity and his smile is feral and mean and beautiful.
By the time he's done with you, your vision is just a blur of colours, with the most prominent one being the burning blue of his eyes.
Your apartment is nicely adorned with holiday decor of all kinds and colours, the tree being the last to be decorated, and you drift off to sleep right there; half under the faux tree with a dopey, fucked out smile, naked and debauched covered in sweat, slick and sticky cum.
You did hope for a white Christmas after all.
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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<
Summary: Touya had a bad day at work. You make his day much better.
Pairing: Dabi/Fem Reader
Content Warning: Fluff, Smut, Blowjob, Deepthroating, Facefucking, Cum Marking, Touya is NOT a villain, No Quirks AU
Word Count: 2k
Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi
A/N: Had 💫thoughts💫 of taking Touya's stress away from a shitty day at work and now we're here 💕
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Touya's had a shitty day that day, almost nothing going right.
His only consolation throughout the day was knowing that he gets to go home to his gorgeous girlfriend.
And when he gets home, and you're not there yet, his mood drops and stress spikes.
He flops down onto the couch, head thrown back over the back of it, closing his eyes with a weary sigh.
Hopefully, you don't take too long to come back.
*****
You thankfully come back within a half hour, announcing your pressence. He blinks his eyes open to peer back at you, over the couch, and you can see the toll the day's had on him.
You drop off your things before walking over to him, standing behind him to slide your hands over his shoulders. "Rough day?" You ask the obvious, kneading your hands into his shoulders. He relaxes, melting into your touch, and sighs.
"You could say that again." He mutters, looking up at you, upside down. "Missed you. Bit better now." Your heart flutters in your chest.
People always question you on how you could stand to be with an asshole like Touya, and time and again, you shut it down, because you could never fathom otherwise. Because sure, to others, he can be an asshole, but he can also be so fucking sweet; and you love him, and you know he loves you too.
You lean down, pressing a kiss to his lips, and murmur against him,"I missed you too, baby. I love you."
And he sighs into you, whispering, "I love you too," before languidly kissing you back, softly, slowly, sweetly.
He loves you so impossibly much, basking in the warmth of your love, and maybe the day isn't all that bad.
You pull away slowly, fingers caressing his Adam's apple. "You need anything?"
And by the grin on his face, you know something absolutely cheesy is going to come out of his mouth. "All I need is you, Sweetheart." You roll your eyes playfully, even as you feel your heart stutter, unable to hide your smile at the sap. "But I think I'd like some whiskey?" His smile is now sheepish, and you shake your head with a soft laugh, giving him one last peck before pulling away.
"Sure, baby. I'll get it for you."
You go to the kitchen to get the bottle of whiskey and a glass with some ice, before coming back, walking around the couch to set the glass on the coffee table, pouring him two fingers.
You feel his gaze on you, and you feel a shiver run through you at the heat held within.
"Stop looking at me like that." You mumble, glancing up at him, before quickly looking back at the bottle as you screw the cover back on, heart pounding.
His eyes squint in amusement, narrowing into slits, sharp and hungry. “Like what?” he murmurs, an edge of teasing and heat in his voice as he adjusts in his seat, legs spreading almost on their own, as if to wordlessly invite you in between them.
And oh is it an inviting sight; the top three buttons of his shirt undone, showing far too much of his chest, sleeves rolled up to show his forearms, his watch glinting from the light of the setting sun, and his slacks tight and straining over the muscles of his thighs in this position; his white hair artfully disheveled, falling softly above smoldering azure eyes.
You bite your lip as you stride back over to him, handing him the glass. He takes it with a murmured thanks, sipping at the amber liquid, and his eyes don't move from your frame.
"I think I need something else, Doll." His voice is low and hot, and you immediately feel heat coiling in your abdomen.
You swallow thickly as you look at him. He pats his thigh, murmuring, "C'mere, Dolly."
You crawl into his lap, straddling his thighs. He rubs at your hip with his thumb as you lean in to kiss him languidly, cupping his jaw, before trailing your lips along his jaw, up to his ear, ghosting along it.
"Let me take care of you, baby?" You whisper, pressing a light kiss just under his ear.
He hums low in his throat, pulling you back to capture your lips once more. You lick into his mouth, tasting the whiskey and something sweet, before trailing open mouthed kisses down his throat and chest, unbuttoning his shirt as you go.
He leans back with a sigh, basking in your ministrations.
You climb off, stripping off your shirt, and stepping out of your pants, leaving you in just your underwear. It's plain and practical, nothing fancy, yet his eyes still rove over you like a lion would its meal.
You slide down to your knees, between his legs, rubbing at his inner thighs. You press a kiss to his clothed bulge, before undoing his belt and pants, slipping his hardening cock out of its confines.
He props his elbow against the back of the couch, his gaze locked on yours over his glass as he takes a sip, watching you lick a wet stripe up his shaft before taking him into your mouth and hollowing your cheeks, sucking on him.
Feeling his cock firming and growing under your attention, and knowing that you're the cause, never fails to send a tingle of pleasure up your spine.
Fully hardened in your mouth, he twitches. You lave along the velvet skin, drooling around him, coating it in your saliva.
He lets out a pleased sigh as you run your tongue just under the head, groaning softly when you suckle on it.
Pulling away with a wet pop, you press open mouthed kisses down the shaft, laving and slurping at his balls, suckling at the base of his cock, before kissing your way back up.
Wet slurps and cursed groans fill the apartment, drowning out the soft clink of ice against the glass held loosely in his grasp, arm draped along the back of the couch,
You wrap your hand around his girth, pumping him slowly, your saliva making the glide smooth and sloppy, while the other massages his balls, fondling and lightly squeezing, as you trace every vein with your tongue.
You pull off momentarily, pressing a kiss to his tip as you lock your gazes, licking up the pearl of precum beading there, before relaxing your jaw, sinking down, swallowing all of him into your mouth, feeding him into your throat, drawing out a breathy curse from him.
With your nose pressed to the tuft of white curls, you breathe in the heady scent of his musk, feeling your neglected cunt pulse and drip in need as your eyes roll shut.
You gag as you try to swallow around the thick head, tearing up at the shallow breaths you can barely take as you try to breathe through your nose.
Petting over your head with his free hand, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear, he coos, voice a strained growl, “You look so pretty choking on my cock, Dolly.” His eyes are hot on you, pupils dilated to just turquoise rings around amorous pools of black.
Peering up at him, you moan around him at the praise, the vibration making his cock twitch as he let's out a soft groan.
He adjusts in his seat, making sure he has the perfect view of you sucking him off, and he knows he truly will never tire of the sight.
You, on your knees for him and him alone, lapping and sucking at his cock like it's the best thing you've ever tasted, looking up at him like he's your god, eyes glossy and reverent, pupils dilated; pretty lips swollen and stretched around him, his cock, wet and glistening with your saliva, disappearing into your hot mouth, over and over again as you slowly bob your head, twirling your tongue around the tip everytime you come up.
The sensation makes his hips twitch up before he regretfully gets himself back under control.
And that just won't do.
You pull of with a filthy squelch, hand pumping him slowly, and you murmur, "Mm, fuck my throat, Tou. Please?" Your voice is airy and pleading, your pupils blown.
His eyes darken, jaw clenching. "Fuck, baby. You sure?" And he's truly so sweet for still asking, even when you clearly want nothing more, but you can hear it in his voice how much he also wants to. How strained it is.
"Mhm" is all the answer he gets as you take him back into your mouth, looking up at him expectantly; pleadingly. And who's he to deny you?
He feels something in the back of his mind snap, as his stomach and brain do flips, and he knocks back the last of his whiskey, before carelessly tossing it onto the coffee table.
Your lips are wrapped around just the middle of his shaft when you feel the weight of his hand on your head, fingers gently grasping onto the strands, and he shoves your head down to his pelvis.
You let out a moaning, muffled mmf at the aggression, welcoming it, deepthroating him without complaint. He's thick, and you do love the way he fills every part of your mouth.
He uses his hold on your hair as leverage, moving your head up and down to take his length, his hips rocking up into your mouth, and your cunt aches for contact. You love when he loses his control, using you as he pleases.
Your tongue laves along his shaft, swallowing around him every time he sinks into your throat, drooling and moaning around his thickness, messy and hazed; desperately chasing his pleasure, wanting to taste him.
Showing some mercy, he pulls you up and off for air, and you gasp, trying to inhale deep breaths. The sight of your flushed face, drool dripping out of your mouth makes his cock twitch. A line of saliva connects your swollen lips to the tip of his cock like no part of you wants to be apart from him, from his dick, and Touya wants to ruin you. Wants to fuck your throat raw.
Gripping the sides of your face in a deceptively tender hold, he quickly shoves you back down, starting to relentlessly facefuck you.
Your moans intertwine with the lewd slurping and gagging noises you make, Touya's cock hitting the back of your throat with each brutal thrust.
You feel him twitch harshly in your mouth, and his nails bite into your scalp, pulling you off of his cock just as he cums hard. He lets out a strangled groan, his hips jerking up and a shudder runs through his body as he paints you white; the thick, sticky spurts of cum splattering onto your cheeks, your waiting, lolled out tongue, dripping down your chin, and onto your heaving chest, trickling down between the cleavage of your tits.
For a moment, you thought it wouldn't stop. There's so much, so thick, and you wonder just how pent up and stressed he was.
You pant as you still try to catch your breath, licking up the mess he made of you off your fingers, wiping and scooping up globs of it where you can.
His white shirt is transparent where it sticks to his sweat slicked skin, chest heaving for breath as he comes down from his high, pushing the damp strands of his hair back from his forehead, eyes shut, lips parted in a blissful smile.
You feel a fresh wave of slick sliding down your thighs at that, and then cerulean eyes are on you again, hot and hungry as he takes in the image of you marked so thoroughly by him.
He grins wide, slow and sharp, licking his teeth like a beast would its chops.
"Let's go get cleaned up, yeah Sweetheart?" His voice is low and gruff with lust, and from his tone and the look in his eyes, you know you're going to be absolutely filthy by the time he's done with you.
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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<
Summary: You go searching for the hot vampire you saw and you get exactly what you want
Pairing: Vampire!Dabi/ Human Fem Reader
Content Warning: Enthusiastic Consent, Fear Play, Chasing, Blood, Blood Kink, Choking, Biting, Fingering, Rough Sex, Public Sex, Sex in the Woods, Clothed Sex, Mind Break (kinda??),
Word Count: 3.6k
Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi
A/N: Happy Halloween! Final part of my Halloween posts! The entire idea for these are technically because of @candycandy00 , so this is mostly thanks and dedicated to you candy! 💕💕
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The first time you saw him, you were...intrigued.
Dark scars contrasting pale skin like a mosaic, gleaming silver staples holding him together, pure white hair, shining like a halo. Yet the most prominent thing about him were his eyes.
Piercing blue, almost glowing. You've never quite seen anything like it. It was breathtaking. It was unnatural. It was beautiful.
And when he met your gaze, there was something...off...about him.
Maybe it was the way he seemed to catalogue everything about you in a single glance, maybe it was the gleam in his eyes as he looked at you, head tilted. Maybe it was the way he smirked; like he found a new toy.
No, not a toy. Prey.
Whatever it was, an uneasiness settled in your stomach.
He's not human. You know of them of course, the vampires that go bump in the night, though this is the first time you've been knowingly in the pressence of one.
You walked away with the feel of his eyes on your back and something dangerous settling in beside the unease within you.
*****
You thought that would be the last time you saw him.
You were wrong.
He was everywhere.
Like a shadow, he followed you; watching you, stalking you, hunting you, haunting you.
You would see him out of the corner of your eye, though when you looked, he was gone.
The feeling of being watched became a constant for you; fear a familiar friend.
And yet, after having grown accustomed to him, to that fear, you can't help the thrill that goes through you when you see him; the adrenaline rush in your veins whenever you feel his eyes on you, but you can't see him. The feeling of being hunted should be terrifying, and it is. Yet it's also so very exhilarating.
You know you're playing with fire, but you can't help it.
You wonder how it would all end.
You wonder when he would lose his patience.
*****
It happens when you decide to take a late night walk. Above you, the full moon glows with a tint of eerie red. A Blood moon, fitting for this night.
You know he's there, you caught a glimpse of white within the darkness, you can feel his eyes on you, and a shiver goes through you at what you plan to do.
You know this is where he frequents, practically his playground; it's why you're here. You crave to know him, to touch him, feel him; to have his hands on your body, his lips on your skin, his fangs in your neck.
And even through all of that, when he jumps down from the darkness of the trees above you, landing directly in front of you, the moment your eyes lock on his hypnotising azure gaze, on the vicious glee held within when you shriek in surprise, your instincts all immediately scream at you to run; because you are but a small prey in the presence of a predator.
You're running before you even process what you're doing, just following your instincts.
Running, running, running, your heart pounding, pounding, pounding.
The night air is crisp and cool against your face as you run. Your shoes hit the soft earth with the snap of twigs and crunch of leaves, branches snagging on your dress, tearing at the soft material and scraping your legs.
"I can smell you~" he rasps, his sultry voice sounding both distant and like he's directly next to you, all you see in the corner of your eye is that burning blue, before it disappears just as quickly.
"Run, little mouse," he coos, sounding like it's coming from behind you, making you turn your head back. But nothing is there.
"When I catch you, you're mine." His voice seems to come from multiple directions in the dark, and dread and excitement swirl deep in your gut, thighs burning as you run.
The thrill of the chase just adds to your excitement, knowing that the creature hunting you will inevitably catch you. And when he does, you will be at his mercy; his to do with as he wishes, his to use, his to claim, his to consume, body and soul.
The sudden silence blanketing your surroundings only amplify the heated fear, and all you can hear is your racing heartbeat, rushing blood, and the rustling of leaves.
The cold wind blows past you as he dances around you, playing with his prey as he darts around you, reaching out to brush surprisingly warm fingers along your skin, just to make you yelp.
The way he's so obviously playing with you somehow both makes you want to snarl and cry, and makes heat stir in your gut. It doesn't help that you catch a glimpse of a wide, feral grin whenever he's close enough to see it.
And then you stop seeing him.
You stop to catch your breath, every gulp of air dragging through your lungs, and you glance around wildly.
Having the vampire right on your heels is nerve-wracking enough, but the moments where he vanishes entirely are far worse.
Suddenly, you hear the rustling of leaves off to your side, and you automatically lash out, only for a scarred hand to grab your arm and press you into the rough surface of the trunk of a tree, a choked scream crawling up your throat.
Really, you should've known better than to try outrunning him.
You jerk and thrash automatically, the instinct to keep fighting and escape still present, but the vampire just keeps you pinned firmly against the tree, and only seeming amused at your squirming.
You force yourself to calm down, because not only will you acting like prey make this more dangerous than it already is, but this is exactly what you want! What you crave.
As you relax, a heated hand wraps around your throat, holding you in place, but not squeezing, and you're finally able to take in his appearance properly, and God, the sight of him with wild hair and an utterly unrestrained expression, grin so wide it looks like it hurts, as he drags his tongue over his teeth, the sharp points of his fangs glinting in the moonlight, is...Well, to put it simply, your underwear is drenched in your slick.
And this close, you realize that the pupils of his eyes are thin slits, like those of a cat's, and they're locked on you.
Chuckling darkly, he purrs, "Caught you, Sweetheart." His voice is a soot tinted velvet abyss, and you feel your knees buckle, but he keeps you where you are.
You pant, gasping for breath, as his thumb caresses the pulse point on your throat, the touch deceptively light and feathery.
He grabs your hip with his other hand, pulling you towards him; the heat radiating off him is almost suffocating as he towers over you, trapping you against the tree. "Now what's a pretty thing like you doing all the way out here, hm?" He tilts his head as his eyes rove over you like he's trying to figure out a puzzle.
You thought a vampire's skin would be ice cold, but he's practically a walking furnace; the feel of him disorienting you to the point of not answering.
Not that he seems to notice much.
A warm, wet tongue licks a stripe up your neck and your breath hitches at the sensation and slight sting of a scratch you didn't know was there, most likely from a branch.
The neckline of your dress is invitingly low, your neck and collarbones bare, and his hand on your throat slides to cup the side, tilting your head to lean in closer; slowly closing the distance inch by ruinous inch, until you could feel his breath against your skin, before burying his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder, nosing at the soft flesh there, inhaling deeply. "Fuck, you smell good.", he rumbles, his breath hot on your skin, his lips scorching where they brush, and you tremble in his hold, goosebumps raising in their wake.
"Oh?" His grip tightens on your hip and throat momentarily. "You want this, don't you?" His voice is a deep, amused purr, and you can feel him grinning against you.
"N-no, I—" you stutter, stupidly deciding to follow your first instinct at the shameful accusation; deny and lie through your teeth.
"Don't lie to me, Sweetheart. I can taste it." He presses his thumb to your racing pulse, licking over the small wound again. "Your blood at least knows how to be honest." he chuckles, taunting and mean.
You swallow thickly around the moan crawling up your throat, threatening to release.
"Well?" He murmurs, tapping his thumb against the hidden vein.
"Yes." You breathe, spilling your filthy truth and wicked desires.
He let's out a satisfied hum at your honesty and murmurs, "What's your name, sweet thing?", nipping at the sensitive skin.
You answer honestly, breathily, and he rewards you with a chaste kiss to your neck. "Touya.", he introduces himself in turn, and you think to yourself that it suits him.
"Mm, I want to taste you. Properly.", his thumb slides up to tip your chin up further, directing your eyes to meet his. "May I?"
You know he doesn't truly mean it, the question. It's merely an illusion of power, of consent, because really, what vampire asks their prey if they can eat?
He's simply humoring you, mocking you really, already knowing your answer but wanting to hear it.
Wanting to hear you so easily comply, willingly surrendering yourself, your dignity, to a creature of the night, a man you don't even know; laughably offering your very life force to an immortal.
He wants to hear the pathetic want of a mortal foolish enough to feel that way.
And yet.
"Please.", you sigh, sagging against him, a plea and a prayer as you bare your throat to him.
He breathes out a laugh. "Let's hope you don't regret it, hm?" His voice is a dark purr, a dangerous threat and a sweet promise, as he wastes no time in sinking his fangs into the soft skin of your neck.
You gasp when the sharp, stinging pain sets your shoulder and neck aflame as he pierces your flesh, marking you in a way no one ever has; your own teeth sinking into your bottom lip to contain your cries as a new heat washes through you, your hand moving up to tangle in his snowy hair, holding him to you.
His eyes roll back in ecstasy at the taste of your warm blood, his tongue laving against your skin as he sucks on your neck, feasting on it, and your grip tightens, tugging at the pale strands.
A low growl rumbles through his chest as he drinks from you, pulling you in impossibly closer, crowding you up agaisnt the tree, sliding his leg between your thighs, pressing up into your core. You absentmindedly grind down against him pathetically, panting; his hand on your hip sliding up to squeeze at your breast.
Already you're dripping as you grind your hips against his front, and moan when you can feel that he's hard for you.
He pulls away from your neck, seemingly reluctantly, his lips lingering on your skin momentarily.
His eyes are wild as he looks at you, pupils blown wide; grin broad and bloody, a single drop of blood trickling down the corner of his lips, and you think he's hauntingly beautiful.
"You taste divine." He breathes, and the tone is all dark pleasure, the low rumble in his chest a quiet constant, looking at you as though he's just found something precious; his hands roaming your frame reverently as he takes you in, licking up the stray blood from his lips.
A warm hand trails under and up your dress, and you gasp when he cups your clothed cunt.
"This is what you wanted, hm?" tilting his head, his eyes going to the wound he left on your neck, sluggishly bleeding. "Tsk, tsk, naughty little thing. Your blood doesn't lie, Angel.", he coos, rubbing slow circles into your clothed clit with his thumb, and you let out a shuddering moan. "And neither does your greedy body."
Hot shame rushes through you at your dirty desires being laid bare, at being claimed and devoured by this dark creature, and wanting it; enjoying it.
Nothing about this is okay.
And.
Yet.
Your needy whimper and glossy, pleading eyes looking up at him so prettily is all the answer he needs, and he smiles, sharp and vicious, and he leans in to let you taste it; taste his bloodstained lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. And like a fool, you kiss back, licking into his mouth; the coppery taste of your blood on his tongue adding to your primal desire.
He tears your panties off of you, the fabric falling apart easily with a loud rip, before immediately dipping two fingers into your sopping hole, curling them.
Your lips part on a gasping moan, eyes wide as you look at him, at that wolfish smile and gleaming fangs.
Your legs tremble as he spreads his fingers, scissoring you open, stretching you out for him. "Oh fuck~" you whine, nails digging into his forearm and bicep as you shamelessly grind down against him.
"More, more, Touya, please more." You babble, pleading and hoping he knows what you mean, because you can feel your orgasm nearing, but this isn't how you want to cum.
He just grins at you, because he knows, but feeling either merciful or impatient, or perhaps both, he pulls his fingers out with a squelch, quickly undoing his belt and pants, before lifting you, spreading your legs for him; the easy show of strength just making you burn that bit hotter, pussy throbbing.
"I've been waiting far too long for this." Touya sighs softly, the leaking tip of his cock teasing your wet folds, rubbing against your sensitive clit. "Don't worry, Princess, I'll give you exactly what you want."
He pushes in slowly, but completely, and your mind is gone, moaning long and low at the perfect stretch, trembling with how full you are all at once, as he splits you open on his cock, carving out a space within you just for him.
Tears roll down your cheek and he just licks it right up with a smile as he grinds into you, making you adjust to his size, before slowly pulling back.
"Mm, you feel as good as you taste." He punctuates his point with a deep thrust that drags a choked moan out of your throat as you take every inch of his cock.
Cerulean eyes lock on yours as Touya's mouth opens with a snarl to reveal gleaming fangs.
It's all the warning you get before his fangs puncture your skin once more, flooding your senses with that heady mix of pain and ecstasy.
You arch into Touya's touch as best you can without ripping your own throat open. "Fuuuck~" you whine, high and breathy, nails dragging down his arms for something to ground you, feet kicking out involuntarily as you clench around him. All at once, it's too much, too fast, but you might actually cry if he tries to stop. Your skin feels like it's on fire, your very blood lava; body and senses overwhelmed in the best way.
A growl rumbles in Touya's chest, almost a purr, as he drinks his fill, groaning low in his throat as his tongue presses against where his fangs have pierced skin and you almost sob at the pleasure-pain before clenching down rhythmically on his hot length, trying to coax him into fucking you; the only thing holding you back from bouncing yourself on the vampire's cock, the fangs in your throat.
"Touya~!", you whimper, squirming in the vampire's strong hold and shuddering when his cock drags against your walls, fucking you slow and deep.
Soon enough, Touya has you shaking and sobbing out sweet, little tortured sounds, and he laps them up too.
Noticing the sounds getting weaker, he pulls back, healing the wound with a lick, peppering bruising, open mouthed kisses down your neck, to your shoulder, before immediately biting down there as he snaps his hips forward, slamming his cock into you, so he can watch you throw your head back in pleasure as he grinds in deep.
"Oh, fuck—" , you sob, clawing at his back. "Move. Please, please, fuck me—"
His eyes widen as he removes his fangs and seals to wound, looking at you in a mix of curiosity and wonder.
Should prey be this receptive?
Though, he doesn't really care. All he knows is that he can't get enough of the sight of you, debauched and pretty, speared on his cock, begging to be fucked stupid.
He grins, sharp and bloody.
"Fuck, such a good girl for me, aren't you?" He coos, fucking into you steadily, pace gradually speeding up, rumbling as you moan and cry out.
"Mm, good. So good. So so good. Fuck yes, yes, yes—ahn—feels so good, Touya. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," you babble and chant, almost slurring, and neither of you know if it's from blood loss or just lust, but fuck you never want it to end. "Use me, drain me, kill me, I don't care, just fuck me, please~"
Touya lets out a surprised laugh at that, looking at you in bewildered awe, idly wondering if he overdid it, or if you're just that much of a little freak, and he feels some of his control slip, hitting your sweet spot perfectly.
You let out a sobbing moan as you try to meet his thrusts, but you asked to be used, so with the speed and strength of the vampire, you're soon left a drooling and twitching mess as you're used as nothing more than a fuck toy.
Touya's plan was to spoil you, take it nice and easy on his new little human, but you turned out to be such an adorable slut.
You asked, so sweetly to be used. How could he say no?
So, used you were.
"I'll use you all you want, but I won't kill you. I won't break my pretty new toy, Dolly, I'm keeping you.", he growls, and you feel like you're going to be branded with the heat of his bruising grip on your ass where he holds you spread for him as he fucks brutally into you like the beast he is, plunging into the deepest parts of you; your clothed breasts bouncing with every thrust, the filthy sounds of your sloppy hole filling the night air.
And like the fucking freak you are, you giggle, even as you pant for an ounce of breath, even as tears stream down your cheeks from feeling so fucking good.
Your pleasure builds and builds, and you're so close.
Touya feels it in your twitching insides, groaning. "You gonna cum for me, baby? Such a good slut for me, gonna cum from a monster's cock, huh?", his thrusts, still at that ruthless pace, are becoming uneven as he pounds into you.
You just nod desperately, and cock-dumb, your voice hoarse, panting and moaning like a whore, you beg, "Mhm, want your cum. Fill me up please, please, please—", as your hole greedily clenches around him rhythmically, like you're trying to milk it out of him.
"Fuck, cum for me, Angel. I’ll fill you up, mark you as mine." He growls, low and animalistic, all hot pleasure and possession.
Your orgasm is intense as it crashes over you, to the point that you don't even know where it ends. Your eyes roll back, vision turning white, as you gush around him.
The vampire lets out a near feral snarl at the way your cunt clamps down on him, and his fangs bury in your shoulder once more as he cums, thick ropes of cum painting your insides. He drinks in the way you moan as he fucks you through your orgasms, filling you up; the mess between your legs splattering every time he pumps into you, the white of it obscene in the dark of night.
He finally slows down to a grind, lapping at the bite carefully so it can heal, before looking you over and finding you barely conscious.
Coming down from your high, your breathing is laboured and you can't see straight, eyes lidded and hazy, yet you still have an adorably stupid grin on your lips.
He tilts your chin, luminous eyes piercing through you as he pants. "You're mine now. You understand that, yes?" His gaze remains trained on yours as his tongue darts out to lick up the few drops of blood that remain on his lips. The icy fire burning in Touya's eyes threatens to consume you whole, your body trembling under his touch as you nod and let out a breathy, fucked out little, "Uh huh", because it's all you can manage at the moment, your cunt pulsing around him.
"You will be a good pet and not let any other human lay their filthy hands on you, hm?" He rumbles, grinding into you, his fingers digging into your flesh.
"I'm yours." You moan, high and breathy, slurring. You want nothing more than to be owned, body and soul, by this man.
"That's my girl." With blood smeared on his lips, he grins, fangs glinting in the moonlight as he pulls out, letting you feel the mess that spills down your thighs and the delicious ache pulsing through you from being so thoroughly used.
You decided to play with fire, and Touya is more than happy to brand you as his.
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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<
Summary: At a Halloween Party, you meet the big, bad wolf, and he eats you up.
Pairing: Dabi/Fem Reader
Content Warning: Smut, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Biting, Kinda Crack, Horrible puns, Roleplay-ish, Costumes
Word Count: 3.7k
Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi
A/N: This is for a Halloween Challenge in one of the communities here on Tumblr. I used four prompts from the challenge, plus my own for funsies, so I'll be posting every Thursday up to and including Halloween.
Prompt: Werewolf & Halloween Party
Enjoy!💕
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You and your friend are at a Halloween party, both decked out in your costumes.
She'd somehow convinced you to agree to dress up in matching costumes, but you both look hot so you're not complaining.
Black combat boots adorn your feet, white thigh high stockings beneath, leaving only a thin line of skin visible between them and the frilly red skirts of the dresses that barely cover your asses. The skirts are fluffy, with white lace tulle giving them a nice, puffed shape, while the top, white and ruffled, with black ribbons, accentuate your figures, your breasts especially; the red capes wrapped around your necks, hoods down, framing them and complimenting the red of the skirts.
The final piece for your costume is looped loosely over the crook of your elbow; a cute little purse made to look like a basket, with a pretty white bow on the handle.
Music pulsing through the house, the scents of smoke, sweat and alcohol in the air is almost too much. You haven't really drank much yet, with it being pretty early on, but you decide to head outside for a bit of time away and some fresh air.
Your friend is in good hands, hanging out and chatting with a classmate of hers, someone dressed as Spiderman, so you let her know where you're going, and you're on your way.
On the way out, you see your friend and host, Todoroki Shouto, dressed as a vampire, talking to someone you can't see, so you move on to the backdoor.
There are a few people lounging around out here, some smoking, some just chatting with drinks in their hands. The quieter atmosphere is calming, and you hum as you take a sip of your third drink of the night.
You hear the door open again behind you, but you pay it no mind, until you hear a voice next to you.
"Hey there, Little Red," His voice is husky and low, and familiar. You turn to the source of it, seeing Shouto's older brother.
Todoroki Touya.
You feel your heart stutter. You of course know him, becoming not quite friends, but more acquaintances over the time of being friends with Shouto.
And of course, you've had a pathetic little crush on him for almost as long as you've known him.
"Hey." You reply, taking in his costume.
He has black wolf ears atop his head, perfectly blending in with his wild, dyed midnight hair, and a fluffy black tail clipped to the back loop of his distressed jeans. His red and black plaid shirt is untucked, with the top buttons undone, and sleeves rolled up, giving him a subtle disheveled look, while having his tattoos along his forearms, neck and shoulders on full display; piercings shining in the low light of the convenient full moon.
You look over Touya's werewolf costume, and purse your lips. "Cute. We match....Kinda."
"I'm so glad you noticed," he says, grin fittingly wolfish. "I noticed and just wanted to take a bite."
You just know the asshole waited for you to sip at your drink to say that, because the little shit laughs when you nearly choke on your drink. You glare at him as you clear your throat, which just has Touya snickering. You huff indignantly, ready to leave before he says anymore nonsense.
But of course, he opens his mouth again.
"What, scared of the big, bad wolf?" he drawls, looming closer; eyes and teeth glinting.
You scoff, rolling your eyes, not moving and hoping he can't tell how flustered you are at his proximity. "You wish."
"Oh?" he says, all smug amusement, as he shifts close enough to whisper in your ear. "I could just eat... you... up."
You swallow thickly. The things he's saying are cheesy as hell, and a part of you finds it hilarious. But the more prominent part is focused on the way his voice sounds in your ear, the feel of his warm breath on your skin, the heat of him so close to you.
You shove at his chest, openly flustered, muttering a quiet, "Shut up", before draining the last of your cup.
Touya chuckles, trailing his knuckles lightly up your arm, before murmuring, "If I can't eat you up, I'd love to eat you out, hm?"
You look back at him incredulously, only to see him staring at you with a piercing heat; your heart pounding in your chest. Your skin prickles at the intensity held within that azure gaze.
"You're serious?" You whisper cautiously, ready to run and defenestrate yourself at any hint that this might just be a joke to embarrass you.
His brows furrow a bit in confusion. "'Course, Doll."
You give him a considering look, biting your lip, before sighing. "Fuck it. Let's go."
"Fuck yeah." he grins, lacing his fingers through yours, and tugging you back inside and toward the staircase.
You laugh softly at his antics, but let him lead the way, rolling your eyes and flipping your friend off when you hear her yell for you to "Get it, girl!"
Touya leads you up the stairs and down a long hallway, into a bedroom layered in black, blue and purple decor, though you don't get much time to actually look around, because his lips are immediately on yours.
Firm hands wrap around your hips, pulling you in for a hot, hungry kiss.
Not expecting the intensity of it, you suck in a sharp breath through your nose, tossing your basket purse to the side, before threading your fingers into his dark hair, tugging him closer. He licks the seam of your lips, and you eagerly open up, your tongues tasting each other; the bitter taste of alcohol from both of your earlier drinking adding to the heat of it.
Pulling away from the kiss, he pushes you backwards, onto the bed, making you squeak in surprise as you fall. Your feet dangle off the end, eyes blown wide as you watch Touya hover over you, holding your wrists above your head in warm hands.
"Fuck, should've done this sooner." he mutters, leaning down to capture your lips again, holding you in place with his weight.
And something about being pinned down, with no way to tug free easily, has your cunt clenching.
He nips at your lower lip, and you moan softly, before he's kissing along your jaw and down your throat. You let out little shuddering breaths and whispered curses as he takes advantage of the low cut of your dress, pulling it and your bra down below your breasts, shifting to hold both your wrists in one hand.
Humming lowly, appreciatively, he gropes your bare tits, pinching and rubbing your nipples. His hot mouth latches on to a pert bud, flicking his tongue across it before sucking.
You gasp, trying to tug your hands free as you squirm beneath him. He mercifully relents, releasing them, and you immediately tangle them in his hair.
He pulls off of the current nipple with a slick pop, switching to the other, laving it with the same attention and relishing in your sounds.
He presses a wet kiss between your breasts, before shifting down, past your clothed abdomen, and sliding off the end of the bed.
Tugging at your legs, he pulls you to the edge and spreads you wide, lifting your dress. He licks his lips as he sees that you're wearing nothing but flimsy, lace panties, leaning in.
He buries his face between your thighs, lace damp with your arousal, and he groans as he can partially taste you through the fabric where he licks a stripe up your clothed cunt. Looping his fingers through the tops of the underwear, he pulls it down swiftly, unveiling his prize.
Pretty and dripping, Touya feels his mouth water.
"Mm, needy little thing, aren't you?" He coos, gripping your thighs in warm hands.
"Fuck, hurry up," You whine, voice exactly as needy as you look.
"Don't worry, baby," Touya says, grinning, and he has a...mischievous glint to his eyes. "I'm going to huff..." he blows a breath against your dripping cunt, making you gasp, scrambling to sit up, "and puff..." another breath of hot air against you, "and blow your mind, Red."
And you can't help the snort of laughter that bubbles up, "You've got to be fucking kiddi-" you start, but quickly choke on the words when he licks up through your folds, tongue firm and hot.
He circles your clit with the tip of his tongue, before sucking on it, making you shudder and moan, pussy clenching around nothing. You reach down again to grasp dark hair, grinding your hips up against his face, as your eyes roll shut, head thrown back, when he thrusts his tongue into your cunt, deep and curling against your slick walls.
With the way he's practically making out with your pussy, tongue eager and sinful, you can already feel your orgasm approaching, your legs trembling as you clench rhythmically around Touya's tongue.
His grip on your thighs tighten momentarily, before one hand releases its hold, coming down to sink two fingers into your needy cunt along with his tongue; the burn of the stretch making your head loll back, a whiny moan bubbling out of you.
Moving up to show your clit some more love, he sucks on the swollen nub, humming against you as he pumps his fingers in and out, curling and scissoring, stretching you open for him.
"Oh, fuck." you moan breathlessly, grinding down against his fingers.
Eyes locked on you, Touya just hums against you, and the vibrations of that directly on your clit is immediately too much. You cum with a whining moan, your entire body jolting and shuddering with the shockwaves of pleasure that course through you.
You grind your cunt against Touya's face, who relishes in the movements, moaning and not letting up his ministrations, drawing out your pleasure.
When you finally slump back down, whining and twitching, you push at Touya's head when it becomes too much. He mercifully pulls away and leans back, pulling his fingers free to lap at them.
He stands up, leaning over the bed to claim your lips in a searing kiss, rolling his hips up against your core, letting you feel how hard he is. You wrap your legs around his waist, pressing closer against him and Touya groans.
"Tell me what you want, Doll. Lemme hear you say it." he mutters, nipping at your lips.
"Fuck," you whimper, dripping for it. Eyes glossy, you peer up at him. "Fuck me, please."
You move to fully strip off your dress, but Touya stops you, eyes hungry.
"I wanna fuck you in it, Dolly." his voice is husky as his hands slide up the sides of your thighs under the dress.
"Mm, hurry up," you pant, squeezing your legs harder around him, rubbing your soaking folds against his pants.
Touya leans in to bite and tug your lower lip, before nosing at your throat, a low growl in his voice. "Impatient little slut, hm?"
You moan, nodding, eyes lidded. He huffs a laugh against your neck, teeth scraping at the soft skin. He presses a hot kiss just under your jaw before pulling your legs free so he can undress.
He soaks in the deliciously desperate look on your face, gaze locked onto him as he strips off his shirt, and shoves his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock.
At the sight of him, tip coated in precum that drips down the long, thick shaft, you bite your lip, subconsciously spreading your legs a bit wider; the only thought on your mind how badly you want that cock splitting you open.
Touya smirks, slowly stroking himself, swiping his thumb over the glistening tip, making a little show of it. He can see the way you lick your lips like you want a taste, but that isn't what he wants right now, just wanting to sink into your tight heat.
You start scooting up further on the mattress to make room for him, but Touya shakes his head. Standing at the foot of the bed, he gives you a devilish smirk as he grips your ankles, tugging you down to the very edge of the bed so your ass is barely hanging off.
A hand cups the back of your left knee, pushing your leg up, and you glance down to where his hot cock presses against your entrance.
Rubbing the head of his cock along your slit, teasing through your folds, he says, amusement lacing his voice, "Howl for me, yeah Little Red?"
You barely even care about the horrible pun, purely focused on the dick not inside you yet. "Fuck, yes," you groan impatiently, wiggling your hips, trying to coax him into just fucking you.
All too pleased with himself, he chuckles at your blatant want, "Good girl," and pushes forward to fully sheathe himself in a single thrust.
Your breath hitches; the stretch deliciously intense, the thick head pressing perfectly against your most sensitive nerves. Touya groans, gripping your hips tightly, holding you at the end of the bed as he rolls his hips, soaking in feel of the tight heat enveloping his dick.
He looks down at you, speared on his cock, panting and eyes hazy, and licks his lips as he shifts his hands to your thighs, pushing them toward your abdomen, folding you as he leans forward, sinking even deeper, his hips flush against you. He starts thrusting slowly, watching his dick move in and out, shining with your slick, relishing in the filthy squelching sound accompanying each movement and the choked moans being wrung from you.
"This is what you wanted, right, baby?" he murmurs, taking in your expressions.
You just nod, panting, head feeling like it's stuffed full of cotton as you savor the feel of his sheer size as he moves, clenching around him.
His hips stutter at that, before hooking your boot clad ankles over his shoulders, and with a low growl in his throat, he leans down, palms bracing against the sheets, and starts moving faster. He pounds harder and harder into you with each thrust, drilling into you relentlessly, fucking you deep.
And all you can do is pant and moan and take it, the brutal pace punching the air out of you. Through the filthy sounds of your cunt and his borderline animalistic grunts against your throat, something in the back of your mind realizes that he has you in a mating press, fucking you so, so deep, and that thought is all it takes.
You shake with your orgasm, back arching, eyes rolling back and toes curling as you drench his cock with your heat.
He groans out a swear as you clamp down, fucking you through it, before pulling out, roughly manhandling you into going further up the bed and flipping you over. Still dazed and twitching slightly, you go easily.
Pushed onto your knees, face down, ass up, you barely even register the shift until he grips your hips in a bruising hold, pushing your legs wider. Keeping the skirt of your dress flipped up, he slams back into you with a growl, and you let out a gasping moan, back arching.
Like this, you're in the perfect position for Touya to mount you.
He pistons into you, the wet slap of skin filling the air.
"Touya!" you scream, moaning and panting as you push back to meet each movement as best you can, pussy dripping.
He groans, folding himself over you to rest his forehead against your back, crowding you into the sheets.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you chant, babbling underneath him, moving your hips back with strong rolls of your spine as you fuck yourself on Touya's cock.
"Shit," he hisses. He leans back a bit, slowing his thrusts as one hand goes to the back of your neck, pressing down hard as he grips your hip with the other hand, making your back arch further, chest pushed into the plush of the sheets as Touya sinks impossibly deeper into your hungry pussy. "So good, baby, so good."
Ignoring the sweat trickling down his temple, he uses his grip on you to force you to stay still and behave as you whimper and wriggle, because you're so fucking wet and tight, that Touya is doing his fucking best to hold off his orgasm so he can bask in the feel of your cunt for just a bit longer, taking in the obscene sounds escaping your sloppy cunt.
It's the best sound he's ever heard, just below the sweet little whimpers and gasps escaping your lips as he carves out a place for himself within you.
Picking up his pace again, he slams into you over and over again, panting. You moan and whine beneath him, almost delirious with pleasure. "Mmn, more, more, harder, Touya, harder!" you cry out.
He lets out a near feral snarl as he lets go of your neck, shifting his position just a little so that he could drive in as fast and hard and deep into your greedy body as possible, gripping your waist, and using it as a grip to help pull you against his dick with every move.
This position has his balls slapping up against your clit with every thrust, and you moan, tilting your hips to get more contact.
It feels like he's impossibly deep inside you, as if he's hitting your womb with the blunt head of his cock. You can almost imagine him forcing his way in and emptying himself inside and your cunt pulses, wanting nothing more than exactly that.
And you can't stop the way your entire body vibrates as you cum again, sobbing around a low moan as drool trickles past your lips and your cunt gushes around him. There's so much now that it's dripping down your thighs, soaking your stockings and Touya's legs, creating a filthy, wet slap that echoes around the room.
"Fuck, fuck, shit," he groans at the way your walls clench down, pussy walls fluttering around him.
And Touya doesn't stop, doesn't slow down, doesn't speed up. He just continues at the same pace, fucking you through it, prolonging it.
"Oh god, so good—hah— s-so deep—", you moan, gasping at a particularly deep stroke along your sensitive walls.
You're a twitching, moaning mess, your pussy sporadically clenching as the waves of bliss continually surge through you.
And you feel a burning need to feel him fill you up with his cum, a need for him to breed you like a sweet little bitch.
You let out a sobbing moan at that thought, shuddering almost violently when Touya leans in to lap at the soft skin of your shoulder and neck as you move, sucking little marks into your flesh. He teases his teeth along your neck, grunting and groaning at the intense pleasure still building up.
You turn your head to look back at the man pounding your drenched pussy, taking in his furrowed brows, clenched jaw and feral yet focused expression; and Touya sees how fogged over with pleasure your gaze is, how absolutely fucked out you look, your tongue lolling out of your mouth. You look fucking debauched.
He releases his hold on your hips to drape himself over your back and lean on his forearms at the sides of your head, caging you in.
"Fuck, I'm gonna—" he groans into your skin, breath warm, voice low and hot.
“Mn—hah—need your cum.” panting, your eyes roll back in your head as he speeds up; his thrusts punishing. "C-cum inside me—oh fuck—breed me, please, please, p-please—fuck—fill me up, bite me, b-breed me please—", you babble, and you can feel his cock twitching within you as he ruts into you, his hips stuttering, before he's cumming; his hot seed flooding your insides as he clamps down on the soft flesh between your neck and shoulder with a snarl.
It hurts so good, and your voice is broken when you shout Touya's name as your pussy spasms around him in a semblance of an orgasm, but it's close enough as your eyes roll back and you convulse with pleasure, moaning long and low.
"Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes—hnn—fill me up, breed me—" the string of nonsense is sobbed into the bed, sheets muffling them, tears cascading down your face and causing your vision to go blurry, as you're fucked out of your mind, just barely remembering your own name through the haze; your body trembling and shivering, cunt clamping down like a vice and milking Touya's cock for all its worth.
He groans heavily around the mouthful of flesh as he grinds shallowly into your stuffed cunt, before managing to unlatch his jaw from you and lick and press open mouthed kisses over the mark.
"Fuck yes, take it. Take my cum, fuck." He growls, lips pressed against your new mark, fucking his seed into you as deeply as he could, dragging out your highs.
He finally slows to a stop when the pleasure turns painful with overstimulation, chest heaving as he attempts to calm down; sitting back and dragging you with him until you're on his lap, face still pressed against the bed as you gasp for breath.
He laughs breathlessly at your debauched state, kneading the flesh of your ass, before easing out of your abused hole.
With his cock no longer keeping your cunt plugged, the mix of your sticky juices and his thick cum spill down your thighs, onto the bed unimpeded.
Your stockings are absolutely soaked, and your dress wasn't safe either.
You don't know how you'll be able to leave like this, but you'll figure something out. When you can remember your full name, you can figure it out.
For now, you bask in the feel of warm hands running along your body, easing out whatever tension is there, drifting off to the distant sounds of music thumping through the house.
And as you drift off, Touya's eyes take in your ravished form and he licks his teeth like a beast would it's chops. His meal was delicious.
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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<
Summary: Incubus Dabi comes for a meal
Pairing: Incubus!Dabi/Human Fem Reader
Content Warning: R*pe/Noncon, Dubcon, DARK FIC, Aphrodisiacs, Incubus Dabi, Nightmares, Sleep Paralysis, Paralysis, Mutilation, Genital Mutilation, Blood, Gore
Word Count: 2.4k
Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi
A/N: This is for a Halloween Challenge in one of the communities here on Tumblr. I used four prompts from the challenge, plus my own for funsies, so I'll be posting every Thursday up to and including Halloween.
Promt: Incubus & Nightmare
As always, cross posted on AO3
Happy Halloween and Enjoy!💕
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You're used to the haunting nightmares. Of things from your past, of all sorts of horrible possibilities, of people and things that scare you, that could hurt you.
Sometimes they're so vivid and realistic, when you wake up, you mistake it for reality.
Sometimes they're so hazy and random, you can barely remember them.
Sometimes you wake up jolting upright, scream tearing from your throat, voice hoarse afterwards.
Sometimes you wake up frozen and stiff, unable to move but wide awake. Breathing is hard, and you swear you see shadows, hear whispers, feel puffs of breath on your skin, raising goosebumps in their path. You don't know what is real, what is dream, how to breathe, how to move.
It lasts mere minutes that feel like hours, and when it's done, you feel drained.
You don't know how to explain this to someone in a way they can understand, so you don't bother.
You are accustomed to it, have accepted that it's simply another aspect of your life.
And then something shifts.
At one point, you swear you see the silhouette of someone hovering over you in your paralyzed state. It was towards the end of it, for maybe two seconds, and then you could breathe and move, and the silhouette was gone.
You dismissed it as a trick of the light.
How naive.
It kept happening, for longer periods of time, randomly. Sometimes it's there, sometimes it isn't.
And now, today something changes.
It's a vivid dream, vivid nightmare, vivid memory. Something you've dreamt about and relived over and over, and nothing ever truly changes. Not the dark, the moon, nor the cold.
Except for this time.
Because this time, you feel the warm pressure on your chest.
It's almost pleasant at first. Something different, something warm in the cold loneliness and fear that usually saturate your dreams.
And then it gets warmer. And warmer. And hot. Hotter. Your very blood boils, your skin blistering, the fear of your nightmare fading to the pure terror of burning up inside out from the unknown source.
Your surroundings are so heated you can see the heatwaves in the air around you, yet your bones are cold, heavy to the point of weighing you down and pinning you to the spot. You can't move.
You try to find your voice, to scream and get this to stop, but it feels like there's a hand wrapped around your throat, blocking your air and your voice. You want to scream, to cry, but you can't.
A near blinding flash of a pale blue light forces your eyes shut instinctively, making you stumble and fall backwards, but it only lasts a second. You snap your eyes back open only to be confused and even more terrified, which you didn't think was possible.
Because though the scorching heat subsides back into a low warmth, there's someone looming over you, his hand on your throat.
A pair of glowing twin flames of blue stare at you. The slitted pupils are unnerving, the intensity of them overwhelming.
The skin below his eyes are an inky purple, almost black, and a gradient of the same colouring creeps along his jaw and cheeks, down his neck and collarbones. There's the same dark pigmentation creeping up his arms to his biceps, piercings seeming to hold the colour to pale skin. You can see more of the same colouring and piercings on his bare lower torso.
The low light illuminates the silver littering his face, body and pointed ears, and the gleam of sharp teeth in his wide grin.
Tall, sleek black horns that curl up and back from within his dark hair, and large leathery, batlike wings on his back are surely a hallucination.
The hold on your throat mercifully loosens as he leans in to whisper into your ear.
"Oh, you're going to be delicious." His voice is low, smoky and deep, the words a saccharine whisper, his warm breath hitting your cheek as he traces a short, sharp claw along your other cheek, drawing a thin line of blood.
You shudder, in both fear and something else that scares you even more, as you stare up at him when he pulls back.
He grins that wretched grin as he coos, "I can smell your interest, Sweetheart." Leaning in, his forked tongue licks up the stripe of blood on your cheek, the cut stinging. "I can taste it."
He can taste the tang of despicable arousal that mixes with your fear, and you hate yourself that bit more for it.
You try to move, try to scream, but nothing happens. Nothing moves but your eyes as they frantically look around for the nonexistent way to escape.
So lost in your terror, you don't notice him move again, until you feel the soft brush of lips along your throat; that forked tongue following the touch, hot and wet against your skin.
His claws tear through your thin clothes with frightening ease, before heated hands start to move over your now bare body; up your sides and across your chest, toying with your nipples, while his mouth roams your skin, leaving bites and licks, and marks and bruises in its wake as he makes his way down the length of your body.
The stimulation sends betraying heat through you, down to your core. You feel yourself getting aroused, the wetness between your legs mortifying.
Yet, it is tempting. Hypnotizing.
The desire to just give yourself over to that heat, to let this creature do what he wants, make you feel good with whatever he's doing to your body, be it here in your dreams or in the waking world, is vicious and strong.
But the moment that thought barely even occurs, instead of the hands bringing soft touches and treacly pleasure, there is agony.
Searing and blinding as his claws drag slow and deep into the flesh of the sides of your thighs, yet you cannot scream. Warm blood pours out of you as the gashes weep, tears stream down your cheeks as you try and fail even to sob.
He chuckles darkly.
“How rude of me,” he murmurs, biting into your inner thigh, just enough to leave a deep bruise. “I forgot my manners. I haven’t even introduced myself. You may call me Dabi. I want to hear you scream my name, after all.”
There's no time to process what he said as your autonomy is returned, though barely. You immediately let out a ragged sob, in pain and terror, as you uselessly try to escape.
He wastes no time in going right back to playing with your body, with the places where you're sensitive. His hands alternating between pinching at your sensitive nipples and pressing along the tender edges of your wounds as he licks a stripe up your wet folds, to your clit, making you gasp, writhe, and moan.
His tongue feels like hot velvet, your cunt tingling from his aphrodisiac-laced saliva, and you can’t help but cry out his name when he slips the slick appendage into you; and you find that it feels like a curse and a plea on your tongue, your pussy dripping.
“Mmm that’s it,” he growls against your drenched heat, the sound distinctly not human. “Let me hear you scream my fucking name.”
You're delirious and disoriented as the contrasting sensations of terror, pain and pleasure writhe under your skin, soaking your brain and heart.
You let out a broken, whimpering sob as you feel something wrap around your thigh and force your legs open a little wider, tight around the gash he left there, making it bleed even more, the blood pooling beneath you.
Looking down, you notice that it's a long, spaded tail, the colour of his marks, that's holding you open for the demon.
Because that's very obviously what this thing is. A demon.
Spread wide enough for clawed fingers to press against your—no.
No, no, no, no, NO!
You thrash and scream, but the hot hand and tail around your thighs tighten to keep you still, and clawed fingers tear their way inside, no matter how slowly they go.
The pain is blinding. Nauseating.
Pain radiates through your entire being, and the trembling and sobbing certainly don't help you, only furthering your mutilation as he spreads them wide, stretching you out.
Warmth trickles down your legs, the mixture of your previous arousal and blood soaking your skin and the surface below you.
And oh.
You forgot that that was only the entry.
You forgot to prepare yourself for the exit, and so you scream as he tears you open freshly when the fingers leave, your eyes clenched tightly, and then something much bigger presses inside your unwilling body.
That sensation paired with the pulsing pain of his tail around your injured thigh has you letting out a sobbing scream as your eyes fly open.
The sound is abruptly cut off as you wake up, with terror soaking your mind and soul, hazy with disorientation, and nothing moves but your eyes, and your throat that spasms for air. For a moment, your body is locked up and paralyzed again, feeling like a volcanic rock rests on your chest, and just as your ability to move and see clearly returns, the barely shaken terror of your nightmare slams back into you with full force.
Because it was not simply a nightmare.
If the pulsing pain coursing through you isn't evidence enough, the glow of the demon's eyes in the dark of your room as they look at you, illuminating his markings and piercings around them with the little light being cast, certainly is, and you give a broken sob.
But the sound breaks off into a traitorous moan when his hips rock into yours; your fear-saturated mind finally realizing that the pain is rapidly going away, making way for heady pleasure.
You can feel the way your skin knits back together until the only evidence left of the wounds are the blood soaked sheets, and the smear of crimson on your skin.
A low, breathless moan escapes you as Dabi rolls his hips, and you tremble and writhe beneath him for a whole different reason, as you feel how full you are of the demon's cock and the treacherously delicious stretch of your cunt around him.
Heart pounding in your ears, you feel a bead of sweat trickle down the side of your forehead as he pumps into you, slow and deep, hitting your sweet spot on every thrust; the fear and arousal swirling as one in your stomach. His pace gradually picks up, until he's fucking into you mercilessly, and your eyes roll back.
Your pleasure builds and builds, and you can do nothing to stop it, you don't even know if you truly even want it to stop, and then you feel something inside of you, alongside your approaching climax, shift.
It's a foreign sensation, like something is under your skin, tangled along your veins, moving. It doesn't hurt, but it feels strange. Your heart is racing, and you're sure that he can hear it.
You're on the edge, so, so close, and then, you feel that strange shifting thing start to crawl up; into the back of your throat, and spilling out into your mouth, though you can't taste anything on your tongue, as your orgasm crashes over you with a sob, wisps of blue spilling out from your lips. Your cunt clamps down around him as you shudder and pant.
His eyes glow a little brighter as he grins, a monstrous, depraved thing, sharp and cruel and mocking, as he coos, "Thank you for the meal." His voice is a low purr, the tone all dark pleasure he leans in close, bracing his weight on one arm, his other hand catching your chin and forcing your mouth open, as his hips slow to a deep roll. Your fear spikes sharper as you once again can't move, as the thought that this man, this thing, is going to kiss you, and your eyes sting with tears, as though he hasn't already taken your body.
But no, he simply leans in close, enough for your noses to brush.
You see a faintly glowing blue cloud of mist pour out from between your lips, almost the same shade as his eyes, as he opens his mouth, sharp fangs bared, shotgunning it, and you can do nothing but lay there in your terrified confusion and let him do what he wants to you, whatever it is he's doing to you.
He groans, deep and guttural, as he swallows the mist, his hips moving a little rougher. You're sensitive and overstimulated, a whine stuck in your immobile throat.
You feel his cock twitch within you, his eyes rolling shut as he spills his release deep inside you, filling you with his hot cum; a confusing heat settling into the skin of your lower abdomen.
And when the fog finally stops pouring from your lips, and he gets his fill, he smiles; indulging in your fear and whatever he just took from you, be that the fear itself, your nightmare or your very soul.
You take a shuddering breath as control of your limbs comes back to you, but they feel like lead and you still can't make yourself move.
Glancing down, your breath hitches as you see the cause for the heated sensation in your abdomen.
Just below your navel, above where the monster's cock is still buried inside of you, is an intricate mark, a tattoo, the colour of his eyes etched into your skin, and your tears finally fall, because deep down, you know what it means.
Branding you as his, there is no escape.
And you want to fight, to scream, to do something, but exhaustion is taking a hold on you.
"Go to sleep," he instructs, his voice is a whisper, yet seems to echo, and you struggle to keep your eyes open. A futile effort, as you don't manage anything else before the dark is swallowing you back up in a blissfully dreamless slumber.
The last thing you hear is his haunting voice chuckling,
"Time for seconds."
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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<
Summary: Dabi finds you knocked out in an alley at the end of your patrol. You're pretty, so he decides to keep you.
Pairing: Dabi/Hero Fem Reader
Content Warning: Noncon/Dubcon, Kidnapping, Nonconsensual Bondage. Spanking, Cunnilingus, Choking, Self Deprecation, Victim Blaming, Degradation, Mind Break, No use of Y/N
Word Count: 4.8k
Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi
A/N: We're switching it now! :D
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You groan when you come to, head pounding as a dull ache pulses across your body. You attempt to move your arm to your head, to at least try to ease the pain there.
Except, you can't move your arm.
What the fuck?
Tugging harder, your eyes snap open to find that your arms are restrained above your head in tight ropes. They dig into the soft skin of your arms, creating harsh red lines as you thrash in your restraints.
Your eyes quickly scan around the room, finding it unfamiliar. Though the room is dark, you can vaguely make out a bed in the corner of the room, with plain sheets covering it, and a small wooden dresser next to it. Other than that, the room is bare.
You try to stand properly, to plant your feet firmly, but the position of your arms doesn't allow for more than the tips of your toes to touch the floor. You shiver as the cool air causes goosebumps to rise across your skin. At some point, your clothes had been removed, leaving you in only your underwear.
You try to remember what the hell happened and how you ended up here... you remember being on patrol, and stopping a mugging, the victim running for safety. Then a thud and pain as your vision blurred while the mugger lifted your head, makimg you look into piercing, golden eyes and everything goes foggy after that. You believe he made his escape after that, and you think you vaguely remember another pair of piercing eyes on you; a pretty blue.
But then you let out a soft curse as you remember that it was at the end of your patrol, and no one would really know something is wrong until the next day, because you already signed out on your comms; the mugging just happened to occur right after that, on your way home, and it's not like you could just let it happen.
Fuck.
You grunt in annoyance, panic beginning to bubble up in your chest. Who the hell kidnapped you and what did they want? The numerous senarios flashes through your mind, none of them pleasant as you're both a Hero and woman.
Neither of those things were a good thing to be when kidnapped, but together is worse, especially when you can't use your quirk for whatever reason.
They probably injected you with supressants......
Just as you were about to try to pull on the rope again, the door to the room slammed open, smacking harshly against the wall. You flinch at the sudden sound, and the fluorescent light that floods the room after a sharp click, sensitive eyes shutting at the brightness.
And as much as you tried not to, you felt a trickle of fear go down your spine as you shook.
Get it together!, you mentaly reprimand yourself.
You try to activate your quirk again, in vain, you know, and as expected, nothing happened. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Finally awake, I see. You tryna use your quirk, Sweetheart? Cute~." a husky voice coos mockingly; menacingly. You squint your eyes open, narrowing them at the figure as they shut the door behind them, before strolling further into the room.
"Don't bother tryin', Dolly. I injected you with enough quirk cancellin' serum to last....a while." His grin is sharp and dangerous, and you supress a whimper at now knowing just who has you captive.
Tall, healthy skin contrasting against the dark burn scars, secured by silver staples, and tousled midnight hair falling over pretty cerulean eyes...
The villain Dabi.
You've been captured by the League of Villains, and no one has any way of knowing, especially not for a while.
Fuck.
As much as you fear your situation and fate, you refuse to show it, glaring at the villain, waiting for his next move, which just makes him smile wider staples tugging at the edges. You need to be ready for anything... there's obviously a reason they brought you here, right? But you had not an inkling of what it could be, because you've never actually interacted with any of them, only knowing who Dabi is because of his prolific rapsheet and defining looks.
It's hard to miss the scars, obviously.
You silently debate with yourself on whether or not to just ask, before deciding why not. It's not like it would actually change your situation.
"Why did the League take me? I've never had anything to do with you..." you ask warily, eyes trained on the villain as he stalks closer.
Now standing directly in front of your bound figure, his smirk softens. He grabs your face, fingers pressed into your cheeks teasingly, turning your head side to side, inspecting, making you freeze, your eyes wide on him.
"I did."
You almost didn't catch his murmured words, but when they process, it just confuses you even more.
"What?"
Piercing, azure eyes meet yours, hot and calculating.
You stare back helplessly into the villains eyes, as he says, "I took you. The League has nothin' to do with this." His voice low, thumb rubbing at your cheek, as he tilts his head. "They don't even know you're here."
Your heart rate quickens, because you don't know if that's better or worse.
"T-Then why—" You silently curse yourself for letting the nervous stutter slip, but you're quickly distracted.
You get your answer.
He releases his hold on your face to slide the hand down to tilt your chin up gently, his middle finger stroking over a pulse point, thumb rubbing at your botton lip, as the other hand brushes up your side, ghosting over the skin there, and he breathes, gaze locked on yours, "You're fuckin' gorgeous, Sweetheart. I just had to have you." Your lips part in shock as your breath hitches.
Ah. He's crazy.
You don't want to be here, you want to be home, curled up warm and happy in the softness of your bed.
Fear washes over you, cold and consuming, and you have to blink away the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes
Because Dabi's lips curl into a smirk as he his eyes drag over your shivering frame, squirming in the ropes that still hold you suspended from the ceiling.
The hand on your chin releases to slide down, over your throat to your chest as he cups your breast through your bra, the other hand sliding down your side, toying with the waistband of your panties.
You gasp at the touch, desperately trying to move away from the hot hands violating your skin.
"N-no, no, get a-away from me." you say shakily. You're confused, frightened, and worried about what's going to happen to you.
This can't be happening.
Dabi laughs, soot tinted and condescending, quirking an eyebrow at you. His lips curl into a playful smirk as he gropes at your breast before grabbing your hips in both hands, pulling your suspended body flush against his, burying his face in your neck, rough scars and staples grazinging your skin.
And oh, you could feel the thick, hard bulge on your leg as he presses his thigh up against your core. You immediately start struggling against your restraints.
"No, no no no—"
Dabi sighs against your pulse, mismatched lips grazing the skin there
"Shut the fuck up, little hero." he murmurs, his hips moving against you as he slides you to do the same, grinding you on his thigh. You whimper at the friction, squeezing your eyes shut.
"Hah" his hot breath on your skin raises goosebumps where it hits,
Why, why, why—
Without warning, you drop; the scent of something burning wafts through the air and you realize it's the rope.
Before you have a chance to recover, Dabi drags you over to the bed by the short piece of rope like a leash, forcing you to stumble your way after him. He throws you roughly down onto the hard mattress, securing your hands to the head board with thick handcuffs after burning away the rest of the rope.
You choke on a sob as you struggle to get away from him. Looming over you, he burns away the straps of your bra, sliding it off and throwing it to the side, before heated hands are roaming and groping your flesh reverantly, familiarizing himself with your skin as he leans in to capture your lips in a bruising kiss.
You clamp your lips shut, but he just squeezes your cheeks to pry it open, tongue slipping in, licking into your mouth.
In a last ditch show of defiance, you bite down on the muscle, hard, the coppery taste of blood painting your tongue.
He pulls away with a curse, glaring up at you with a sharp coldness as he chuckles darkly, and with the blood trickling down the side of his mouth, he looks like the deranged villain you know him to be.
Wiping up the trail of blood with his thumb, he looks at the crimson staining his skin with amusement, before popping it into his mouth, sucking it off, and pulling it out with a wet pop. "Looks like you need some discipline, hm?" He hums, pulling away.
Before you can fully process what he means, he flips you onto your stomach, forcing your arms to cross awkwardly and uncomfortably, before gripping the waistband of your panties on both sides and tugging; his blunt nails dragging lightly over your skin as he pulls it over the swell of your ass, and down and off your legs.
And you shake, as your last piece of flimsy modesty is stripped from you and thrown carelessly to the side somewhere.
Where is everyone? Why hadn't they come to save you yet? How long had you even actually been missing for?
The thought is immediately cut off as Dabi lands a sharp smack to the exposed flesh of your ass cheeks.
Shocked, you gasp at the sting, pleading, "No, please, d-don't—!" Helpless against the villain, you whimper as he kneads and squeezes your ass, soothing the sting, decietfully gentle and placating, before your vision blurs as he lands another harsh smack against the soft flesh, followed quickly by another. Then another. Then another.
You sob pitifully, body convulsing in an attempt to escape Dabi's stinging touch; the sensitive skin turning such a lovely red.
Your breath hitches as you're suddenly flipped back over onto your back, and then Dabi is on you; looming over and surrounding you, face close enough to yours to feel his breath fanning against your lips, and you're not sure when he got rid of his shirt, but the heat wafting off of him is almost suffocating.
"Learned your lesson?" He smiles expectantly, sarcastically, and you just continue you sob.
"If you don't shut up, I'll have to fuckin' gag you." Dabi's voice is a harsh whisper, and you're viciously reminded that this man could turn the whole room into an inferno within seconds, turn you to ash in less. Though, he doesn't need to because his eyes are the same color as his flames and you already feel like you're being burned alive with them trained on you.
He grabs your face and growls, commanding, "Behave.", and swipes his tongue over your bottom lip before slipping in, and this time you let him, but you don't kiss back, though he doesn't seem to care.
You whimper when his hands wrap around your thighs, hot and firm as he forces them open, slotting himself between your legs, and he licks the sound out of your mouth.
He explores you warm mouth like he's trying to memorize it, kissing you stupid, and you're breathless by the time he's done. He eases down your chest, mouthing and licking and sucking at your bare tits, hot tongue playing with your nipples; the metal of his piercing was an overwhelming surprise to the sensitive buds, before moving back up the column of your throat. And you can't help but whine as scarred hands roam your thighs and up your sides, salty tears rolling pitifully down your cheeks, as you try and fail to calm your sniffling.
Though, when he speaks again, you shiver in more than just fear.
"Mm, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" He whispers against the shell of your ear, voice velvet, breath hot. "You'd love to be gagged and choked, like the sweet little whore I know you are, hm?"
Something between a mix of shock and shame wracks through you, as arousal pools in your stomach at his words.
No.
No, you can not be turned on right now. Fucking hell, Dabi is a man, a villain, who kidnapped you, for fucks sake, and now he's using your body as he sees fit. Nothing about this is okay.
And yet.
And yet, warmth creeps up your neck and cheeks as your pussy weeps, clenching around nothing.
In your dazed, shocked arousal, you don't notice what was coming until it's too late, as Dabi grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back, before crashing your lips together in a searing kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth yet again. He sucks on your bottom lip, biting into the plush flesh as a sharp smack against your inner thigh makes you jolt in surprise.
"I asked you a fuckin' question, slut. You'd love that, wouldn't you?" Dabi's eyes are sadistic, wolfish smirk on his lips.
You tremble, your body warm all over as shame washes over you. You could still feel the sting of his slap to your thigh, could see the skin reddening and the bruises already forming along your chest.
A sharp squeeze to your thigh, much too close to your heat makes you squeak.
"N-no, no, I—"
His thumb brushes through the folds of your pussy, to your clit, as he bites down on the junction of your neck, forcing a moaning squeal out of you.
"No? Why're you so fuckin' wet then, hm slut?" He growls into your throat as he licks and sucks and bites at the sensitive skin there, rubbing his thumb against your nub, making you leak.
Your breathing picks up as you tug on your bindings in an attempt to distract yourself as you try oh so desperately to contain your noises, to not react.
And then you feel his thumb petting over your entrance, making you gasp and shake your head pleadingly as the thick digit slips in. You thrash and pull at the cuffs locking you in place, as the reality of your situation truly sets in.
"No, no. please, don't- I don't want—mmf!" You plead, getting cut off by a large hand cupping over your mouth. You try to scream and thrash against it, but he's too strong. As you feel the thick thumb pumping in and out of you, easily because of your slick, you sob, beginning to accept what's going to happen.
Your body would react to his touches, to the stimulation, it's only natural...but this is wrong.
So, so wrong.
But it feels so, so good.
You wail at the thought, feeling dirty and ashamed of yourself; too distracted to notice when Dabi pulls the thumb out, popping it into his mouth, groaning at your taste, before reaching to the side, and the dresser. You don't notice anything, until Dabi squeezes your cheeks, holding you still and forcing your mouth open. You make a pitiful, confused sound and he makes a show of making sure you see your panties in his hand, before he stuffs it into your mouth. You scream into the cloth, thrashing, trying to wiggle your way out of his grasp. Dabi just presses his fingers tighter into your cheeks, slamming your head back against the bed roughly. It of course doesn't hurt, but it does distract you long enough for him to cover your stuffed mouth with a thick strip of tape.
You scream against the gag, shaking your head, eyes wide; begging.
"I fuckin' warned you to shut up. No use in your pathetic beggin', baby, you belong to me, now." Dabi cooed, mocking; tapping your cheek condescendingly, before scarred hands are fondling and groping, pinching and squeezing, wherever they wander on your writhing body.
You sob as he roughly palms your tits, sucking bruises into your flesh, your tears flowing freely, eyes glassy and clear. Gorgeous. Licking up the salty tear track on your cheek, he breathes, "So fuckin' pretty when you cry, Sweetheart. Be a good girl, and let me make you feel good, yeah?", pressing a kiss to the corner of your eye.
And he will. He knows you want this, you just don't know it yet. Don't worry, he'll make sure to show you.
Swiping his pointer and middle finger across your other wet cheek, gathering your tears, he strokes your wet cunt with them, before slipping the two long fingers into you in one slow push. You scream, and you don't know whether it's out of despair or desire, but you couldn't deny that as fucked up as it is, Dabi fucking your literal tears into you was one of the hottest things ever, your cunt pulsing at just the thought of it.
Dabi groans as you cry on his fingers, barely giving you a second to breathe as they're dragging along your walls and crooking deep, before he's sliding it back out, and pumping into the tight warmth again and again.
Leaning forward, he places a kiss against your gag, before trailing kisses and nips down your throat, chest and stomach as he bullies a third finger in. You reflexively clench around him when he kisses your mound, the stretch making you breathe sharply, before he throws your leg over his shoulder; pressing the tip of his scalding tongue against your clit, rubbing in circles, then slipping in, beside his fingers.
And your brain blanks.
You give in. It's not like anything is gonna change anytime soon, so, well. Why not enjoy it.
Besides, if you say you've never at least thought the villain was hot, no pun intended, you're lying to yourself.
So, you let go.
Even with the acceptance, you feel embarrassment and self loathing flood through you, as you keen, high and needy, as you grind down on him, shoving your pussy further into his face, fucking yourself on his fingers and tongue, which....was a very pleasant surprise for Dabi. After all, he's the oh so, big, bad, scary villain that kidnapped you; that's violating you.
Yet here you are, grinding and moaning against him, like a needy little slut.
Pumping his fingers roughly, his other hand digging harshly into the flesh of your thigh, he groans against you,"Fuck, not complainin' so much now, hm?", dragging blunt nails along your sensitive skin and his hot tongue up your clit. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll fuck the thoughts right outta that pretty little head."
You moan lowly as your pussy pulses around his fingers, helplessly leaking at his words.
"Shit, Sweetheart. You're swallowin' my fingers so fuckin' good. Can't wait to feel you 'round my cock.", he breathes, hot breath hitting your swollen clit, pressing one last kiss to it before pulling away; your hips involuntarily jumping to chase his hot mouth, the cuffs rattling against the headboard.
Dabi smirks, his eyes wide, huffing out a laugh of disbelief, as you whine at the loss of contact, before pressing hot kisses along your hip bone, muttering into the skin there. "You're really just a little whore, aren't you? Actin' all innocent earlier like you didn't want it," he says mockingly, but you can hear the underlying awe in his voice, before he curls his fingers, twisting them, as he makes his way up your abdomen and chest; and he continues, "but really, you're just a little cockslut, huh?"
You moan loudly into the gag at that, but shake your head rapidly, denying it even as you know deep down that it's true; as you both know it to be true.
It becomes even more clear when he drills you with his fingers, thumb rubbing your clit, and you're a mess beneath him; writhing and moaning, and crying and grinding as he brutally nudges against that sweet spot inside of you; all while he peppers open mouthed kisses along your chest, taking his time, tasting your skin, sucking and nipping at your pearled nipples, his tongue hot and slick on you.
You moan and whimper into your gag, head lolling back to hide behind your raised arm at the continued the abuse to your sensitive buds and cunt.
And then they're suddenly taken away, as he releases your tit with a wet pop and withdraws his fingers with a squelch.
Your hips twitch and lift from the bed, chasing him in a silent, desperate plea for more. Dabi could see your stretched hole, clenching on nothing as it just wants to be filled.
He's more than happy to oblige.
"Aww you want me to fuck you, baby? Shit, look at you. Fuckin' needy, mm? Done pretendin' you weren't desperate for me to stuff you?", he teases, hungry eyes betraying his calm demeanor. You tremble, feeling so empty, as tears streamed down your cheeks.
"Fuck, you're already so cute, I don't know if I'll be able to control myself when I have you cryin' on my cock, Dolly." He groans, palming himself through his pants, as you wiggle your hips enticingly, legs spread and your puffy pussy on show for him.
And Dabi laughs, breathy and fond, "Slut. Fuck, c'mere." He says, the sound of his belt unbuckling and hitting the floor with a clang just makes you somehow gush more.
You look down in anticipation as scarred hands grip your thighs, holding them spread. Your cunt throbs at the sight of his cock, thick and veiny, long and so fucking hard; precum beading at the tip.
He grips his length, tapping his sticky cock head against your clit, dragging through your folds, coating it in your juices.
"Relax for me, sweetheart, don't wanna break you, hm?" He purrs, before pushing the thick mushroom head inside lightly, making you whimper.
Dabi's grin is predatory as he slides in all at once, in one slow drag, impaling you on his fat cock. He groans at the feeling of your tight heat wrapping around him so obediently, "Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Like you were made for me, sweetheart."
Your eyes wide and glossy, you couldn't help but moan at his words, at the delicious stretch, at the hunger in his eyes.
His thickness stretches you so good, almost painfully, but you could take it.
You were his good girl now, he would make you take it.
But you don't really have much of a choice now, do you?
You choke on a sob, body shaking and hands clenched into tight fists where they rest in the cuffs. Because the thought should bring nothing but disgust and fear, yet all you feel now is shameful want, as your pussy tightens around him, gushing.
"Haah, you take me so good. Mm, such a good girl, c'mon..." He mumbles, grinding deeper and deeper into you, his hips flush against you.
Your whimper is sweet even muffled by the gag, and Dabi's composure slips.
He pulls back before shoving back into you roughly, making you sharply breathe. Not giving you any time to catch your breath, he thrusts deep into your tight hole, snapping his hips mercilessly. A scarred hand grips at your tit, the other bouncing and swaying lewdly with every brutal thrust. The gag muffles your cries and whimpers, but the scream you let out when he hits your sweet spot is still loud.
You grind down to meet his thrusts, pleasure completely taking over as all rational thoughts are fucked out of you; unable to think of anything but the way his cock feels, stirring up your insides, reaching so deep you swear you could feel it in your stomach, and the single-minded need for more.
Dabi moans, slowing his thrusts, admiring the way your hips roll sinfully, bouncing yourself on the villain's cock. "Fuck, pretty little slut...", he breathes, "So fuckin' pretty when you're bein' honest, hm?" His hand gropes and pinches your breast, as he licks his lips, eyes trained on you.
When he took you, he certainly hadn't expected that you'd be such an eager slut, but he's definitely not complaining.
You whine, the shallow, uneven thrusts, making you needy for more, faster, deeper, as you rhythymically clench around him.
Releasing your breast, he wraps the heated hand around the expanse of your throat, squeezing lightly, feeling your quick pulse beneath his fingers as he rolls his hips to meet yours, slow and deep.
You moan and choke behind your gag, eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. Dabi smirks cruelly, finally speeding up his delicious thrusts; your body forced to move further up the bed with the speed and strength, and he just drags you back down to take it, your little display of hedonistic pleasure inciting him.
A whimper escapes you as you feel the warm coil of pleasure spread through you, you're so close. Your thighs shake, your moans spilling in a sweet mixture of pleasure and pleading.
"Fuck, look at you. Gettin' fucked by a big, bad villain and you fuckin' like it. Your little Hero friends know you're such a goddamn whore?" Dabi grunts out, cock hitting your sweet spot so, so good, fucking you so, so deep, as he pummels your insides, giving your throat another squeeze.
You let out a choked, sobbing moan, back arching from the bed as you feel yourself just on the edge of your release. You look up at Dabi pleadingly, eyes pretty and glossy, wide and blown out, almost completely black with lust; your chest heaving as your cunt pulses around him.
"You wanna cum, little hero? Squeezing me like you wanna milk me." Dabi groans, hips beginning to stutter.
You nod frantically, eyes wide and begging, tears streaming down your cheeks, moaning desperately against your gag; the panties soaked with your spit and drool.
"Yeah? Fuck, you want my cum, baby? Shit, do it. Cum for me, slut." Dabi moans, pistoning into you, muttering, "Wanna see it, wanna see you fall apart on my cock"
The pleasure burns.
Back arching off the bed, toes curling, you cum with a scream; clamping down on his cock as you gush and squirt around him, your eyes rolling back; vision going white.
Dabi fucks you through your orgasm as he chases his own, growling, "That's it baby, fuck. I'll fill you up real good, and if it spills, I'll just fuck it back in. Doesn't that sound nice?"
Your pussy squelches loudly, his thighs smacking wetly against yours as Dabi continues fucking you, frantic in his desperation to paint your insides with his cum.
The feeling of your tight cunt squeezing him so good and the sight of you cumming from just his cock was enough to push him completely over the edge with a moaning curse. Buried as deeply as he could be inside of you, hips flushed and grinding against yours, his thick, hot cum pumps into you, marking you from the inside as his; branding you and filling you up.
He collapses on top of you, holding himself up on his elbows, not pulling out just yet; keeping you full and plugged. Chests rising and falling in heavy pants, you bask in the afterglow of what was probably the best orgasm you've ever had.
He gently removes your gag and unlocks the cuffs, freeing your hands, rubbing soothingly at the irritated skin of your wrists, pressing light kisses to the sensitive skin, before trailing his lips up your arm, over your shoulder and throat, to your own.
The kiss is slow, languid and savouring, and you moan softly into his mouth as he licks into yours.
He groans softly, before kissing down your throat, breathing out a short, hot laugh against the myriad of bruises littering your neck and mumbling against your skin, "Fuck, I can't let you go after that. I'm keepin' you, gonna take care of you, and if you don't love me now, I'll just have to teach you, I promise, Sweetheart. You'll be my perfect little cock sleeve.", nuzzling into you.
The words don't match his saccharine tone as they send a trickle of fear down your spine at the dark promise, but the fog of arousal clouds your mind, and you slump back against the sheets as he looms over you, eyes piercing through you.
You feel his hips begin to roll against you again as he grinds into your abused cunt, making you gasp.
He grins. He'll fuck you until you're gaping and dripping with his cum, cock branding his name into your sweet spot and he'll make sure you never forget who you belong to.
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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<
Summary: You see Dabi and decide that you want a shiny new toy. As a treat.
Pairing: Dabi/F! Reader
Content Warning: Non-con/Dub-Con, Kidnapping, Dabi is the victim, Yandere/Stalker Reader, Smut, Lingerie, Praise Kink, Body Worship, Submissive Top Dabi, Power Bottom Reader, Noncon Bondage
Word Count: 2.8k
Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi
A/N: Idk man, I just wanna snatch him up & love him :(
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The first time you see him, you're captivated.
Maybe it's his unique looks or maybe it's that bird quirk gene from somewhere in your family tree, comparing the swaths of dark purple scars and pretty, glittering staples to patterns and plumage.
But either way, the patterns of his scars along pale skin are a mosaic, the staples holding him together are pretty, shining in the glow of the azure flames that dance like life itself in his matching eyes beneath midnight hair, his smile wide and sharp and bright.
He's so very bright. Like the sun, like the stars, like life.
He's so very dangerous. Like a tiger, like a snake, like a dragon.
He's so very beautiful. Like fire, like the belladonna, like a supernova.
And you know, in that moment, that you have to have him.
*****
It's almost pathetically easy.
All you had to do was go to the bar he frequents, bat your eyes in his direction, and he's all over you.
And though that's nice and all, you know men are fickle creatures, and you know all he wants is someone to fuck for the night and never see again.
You can't have that now, could you?
No, of course not.
He's yours, he just doesn't know it yet.
Though, he will.
He will.
He will know it, and he will accept it, and if he doesn't yet, he'll learn.
He easily follows you back to your house, not caring all that much because really, what could you do to him?
Apparently, injecting him with a fast acting quirk supressant laced with tranquilizer as soon as he enters the door wasn't on his list.
The last thing Dabi sees as he passes out is your hauntingly sweet smile.
*****
After a bit of struggle, because you underestimated how much a tall, grown man would weigh, you finally have him tied to the big, comfy bed in his new room in your basement.
Hands tied on either side of his head to the headboard, his ankles secured just enough so he wont be able to kick, but loose enough to bend his knees, he lays stripped down to his boxers.
Gorgeous.
He looks rather peaceful asleep, face relaxed and hair splayed out like a dark halo on the soft pillow below him.
With your time almost up, you strip down to your underwear, the black lingerie you bought especially for him sits soft against your skin. The intricate lace delicate, the fabric perfectly molding to your body, sculpting your curves while enhancing your natural shape; the bit of sheerness to the bra showing your nipples.
You look delectable and you know it.
The soft rustle of the sheets and a quiet groan brings your attention back to the bed. Seeing Dabi waking up, you sit beside him on his right, legs crossed as you push the hair out of his face where it fell from his movement.
Pretty blue eyes blink open sluggishly at first before snapping open, immediately tugging at his restraints and pulling on his quirk, but all that does is rub at his wrists and make his skin pleasantly heated, like he simply has a bad fever. Molten blue glare at you as he snarls, "Where the fuck am I?!"
Dabi is confused. He's pretty sure you're not with the heroes, this wouldn't be how they restrained him, but he also doubts some other upstart villain group is stupid enough to even attempt to pull this shit, so he needs answers.
You smile sweetly at him, like one would a barking puppy, as you run a finger down his cheek, along his jaw to his chin, tilting his head up to hold him in place. "Your new home."
His expression shifts from angry confusion to amused confusion. Though he is still angry, he's curious to see how this plays out.
Humouring you, he asks, "And what the fuck makes you think I'm staying here?"
"Well, you don't exactly have a choice, hm?" You lean down, chest pressing against his, trailing your lips up his throat to his jaw, muttering into the scarred skin. "No quirk, tied up like a present just for me, and no one knows where you are? I get to have you all to myself." Your voice is a purr in his ear as you nose at his neck.
He schools his face into a mask of indifference, "And what do ya want with me, huh?" he asks condescendingly.
You pull back to look at him, amused, because even through the adorable facade of fearlessness, you can see the nervousness in the sweat beading at his brow, the shifting of his eyes, can hear it in his voice and the beat of his heart.
Humming, you gesture to yourself clad in lace. "Isn't it obvious, baby?" At his silent glare, you cup his cheek and coo, "I just want you, silly."
"Ah, of course, you're fuckin' insane." He scoffs, rolling his eyes.
You giggle, because, well, obviously.
You decided that the perfect one for you is one of the most wanted villains.
Obviously.
At his bewildered look, you just smile and slowly drag your hand from his cheek down his throat and chest, familiarizing yourself with the feel of his skin, as you purr, "Maybe. But I do want you.", before gripping his cock through his boxers, making him jerk. "All of you."
A pause.
"Oh?"
Your little darling is already getting excited.
How adorable.
A sly smile spreads across your face as you feel him hot and heavy in your palm, not fully hard yet but getting there.
Palming at his clothed cock, coaxing him to hardness, you coo, "Now what's got you this excited already, hm? Is it seeing me like this, or being tied up?" You can't help but tease him, and oh what a treat the result of that teasing is.
He grits his teeth, turning away in embarrassment, though it did nothing to hide the sweet blush on the healthy skin of his cheeks.
"Aww, don't be shy. I'll even help you with it. Aren't I generous?" You giggle, freeing his now fully hard dick from its confines.
He lets out a hiss as the cool air meets his hot flesh as you bite your lip and supress a shudder at the sight of him.
About seven inches long, deliciously thick and curved, hard and flushed a pretty pink...Yes, this would do nicely.
Truly the perfect choice.
"Sure, so fuckin' generous. Look, I don't fuck crazy. So—" He sneers, but you cut him off, running your thumb over the head and smirking lopsidedly at the way Dabi's hips jolt and the words catch in his throat.
"I'm crazy for wanting you? Don't be like that baby." You know damn well what he means but, well, it's fun to tease him.
"You're fuckin' crazy for tyin' me up in your basement, you psycho bitch!" He spits, glaring, as though he isn't thoroughly trapped and painfully hard; and though he tries to pretend he isn't, he can't hide it, his dick and eyes both betraying him.
You just hum dismissively before making a show of leaning down to press a kiss to his cockhead, before lolling your tongue out, letting your saliva drip down onto his erection, and spreading it; coating his shaft with it for an easier slide.
Dabi groans, bucking up into your touch as you squeeze gently, twisting your wrist.
"There you go," you coo, your tone equal parts fond and patronizing. "Isn't that better, sweet thing? No need to kick up a fuss..." Dabi snarls and tries to jerk his hips away, but you just giggle softly.
And then, like the psycho bitch you are, you pull out a fucking knife.
He freezes at the sight of the sharp blade, staying completely still as you slowly cut his boxers off, the knife only a few inches from his skin. He's careful not to struggle or even breathe until you're done.
Breathing a heavy sigh of relief when the knife is set aside along with the scraps of his underwear, he glares when you chuckle under your breath, before his breath hitches as you grip him again.
You stare directly into his eyes as you stroke his length, murmuring softly, "Such a pretty cock."
Dabi moans at the praise, eyes slipping shut, twitching in your grasp, before he chokes back his sounds, and stills his hips; nails digging into his palm as he clenches his fists, biting his lip to muffle his noises.
And that just won't do.
"No, no, baby, I wanna hear you." You breathe. "You're so pretty baby, you know that, don't you?"
His expression contorts, brows furrowing as his hips give an involuntary jerk; a pearl of precum beading at the tip of his cock and he barks out a harsh laugh.
"So you're crazy and blind. What, you gonna say I'm not scary either?" He says sarcastically, jaw clenching.
"Scary? Fuck, you're perfect, sweetheart..." you murmur, cupping his face in your left hand, thumb caressing his cheekbone.
He ignores you, wanting to light you up with his flames, see if you can still spout your bullshit while you're burning alive. You're just another psycho who doesn't know what you got yourself into.
You pout, "Look at me, baby, please? Let me see those pretty eyes, hm?", all while your hand languidly pumps him.
Dabi squirms under your touch, knowing he should want to escape from the pleasure, but rolls his hips up into your fist instead and complies, eyes slowly peeling open.
You should be terrified of him, with his looks and reputation, with the inherent danger that he is.
And yet, you're staring at him like he's the most beautiful thing you've ever set your sights on.
His eyes are glassy and hazy and gorgeous. You smile and can't help yourself, leaning in to press a kiss to his mismatched lips, muttering, "Good boy."
Dabi whimpers against you, and you swallow it, moaning into his mouth before pulling back and releasing your hold on him.
You can't take it anymore.
He lets out a bitten off whine, but you just kiss him again before you move to swing your legs over his hips, straddling him.
You slowly rock against his hot length, the texture of the patterned lace of your panties rubbing against him making him curse as his hips twitch up.
Leaning down, you whisper in his ear, voice a purr, "You're gonna be a good boy for me and let me make you feel good, aren't you? Make me feel good, hm? "
"Fuck, yes, just let me fuck you already." He pleads, almost whining and you sigh happily at how obedient he is for you.
Though his manners could use some work, it can wait for another day.
Sitting up, you pull your panties to the side, lining up the thick head of his dick to your hole, before sinking down, inch by delicious inch, deliberately, slowly impaling yourself on his fat cock.
You moan in delight as you feel the sweet, accommodating stretch of your tight cunt, the preparation you did earlier almost not enough as he fills you up; Dabi lets out a choked groan as your tight, wet heat wraps around him like a vice.
Closing your eyes, you take a moment to get used to it, to savour it, knowing you're already addicted; shivering and clenching down as you take deep breaths, listening to Dabi struggle to do the same. Bracing yourself with your hands on his shoulders, your wiggle your hips in an attempt to find the best angle.
"Fuck." Dabi bites out, breathless and strangled as you sigh happily, sliding a hand up and tugging the man's head back gently to kiss at his scarred neck.
"Mm, there we go, that's it..." you mumble against him, shifting up and down in experimental little bounces as your thumbs rub soothingly into the villain's shoulders when his breathing picks up.
You feel almost high off of the feeling of Dabi inside you, hard and deep and hot. The thought that one of the most powerful, dangerous and wanted villains in Japan, tied up and at your mercy; panting and achingly hard in bed on his back, because of you, sends a surge of smug pride through you, right alongside the burning arousal.
Your head lolls a bit as you search for the perfect angle and speed, breathing beginning to speed up. The sharp jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine tells you exactly when you find it, making you let out a shaky moan as you slam yourself back down to repeat the motion.
"Fuck, right—ahn—right there." You whine, blissed out.
Your pace, though a little fast, is deliberate and even, your expression content and your breathing unsteady at the heady sensation of Dabi's cock fucking into you, dragging against your insides and stretching you so perfectly.
"Shit, you—" whatever Dabi was about to say is cut off with a strangled hiss as he throws his head back with a moan.
You let out a noise between a pleased hum and a soft giggle, as you lean in to drag your tongue up the man's throat just to feel him shiver.
"Mm, you feel so good baby, so fucking good.", you mumble into his neck, before surging up to capture his lips in a searing kiss and Dabi doesn't even hesitate to return it. You moan happily into the kiss, pace faltering a bit as you get caught up in it.
You devour him eagerly, swirling your tongues together and exploring every inch of his mouth. He tastes like whiskey, smoke and something sweet, and you can't help but smile into the kiss and savour his flavour, knowing you're already addicted to that too.
Clenchimg around him, you roll your hips sinfully, swallowing the delicious whine Dabi lets out when you nip at his bottom lip, his hips jerking up as his hands twitch and clench where they're restrained.
Speeding up, panting, you whisper against his lips, "Look at you, you're so perfect, you're gorgeous ..."
"Shut up—" Dabi chokes out, almost whining, turning away, eyes clenched.
You just hum, giving him another, softer kiss. "I can't help it, you just look so—", you lift yourself up before slamming right back down,"perfect."
Dabi jolts, squeezing his eyes shut. You bite your lip to supress a giggle at that, leaning back to prop yourself up with your hand on the bed behind you, giving you a better angle to roll your hips and grind Dabi's cock against your sweet spot; your free hand pressing two fingertips to your neglected clit, rubbing in quick circles, making you moan and pant.
You let your head fall back as your eyes slip shut involuntarily, before you force them back open to take in the vision that is Dabi beneath you.
A shiver runs through you at the look in Dabi's eyes, hot and hungry and sinful, glazed over with lust, and you can tell he's close, because he's fucking up into you seemingly unknowingly, mumbling a string of filth under his breath.
And you want nothing more in that moment than to see him come undone by you.
You note every twitch he gives against and inside you, every little sound and shudder.
"Dabi, Dabi, Dabi," you chant, speeding up your hips and fingers; your body alight with the pleasure of not only the feel of him, but the sight of him. "Show me, show me, baby, wanna see it, wanna see you cum for me—" your voice is shaky with your lust, eyes lidded and trained on him.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, I—" he manages, his words shaky and uneven, voice husky and cracking, thrusts sloppy and deep.
"Yes—ahn— fuck yes, baby, fill me up." You whine, clenching around him, coaxing him to flood your insides.
Dabi cums with a full body shudder, writhing beneath you, his hands clenched in a tight fist as he pulls against his restraints, groaning, almost sobbing, eyes squeezed shut, as he fills you up with his hot cum; and you continue to ride him, even as your own orgasm washes over you, mind whiting out in ecstasy, clamping down on him, milking him, until he begins to gasp and shudder in overstimulation.
Finally, you slow to a stop, letting you both catch your breaths.
You can't help but smile at how beautifully debaunched he looks under you, and you cup his cheek. Your smile widens when he automatically leans into your touch, nuzzling into the your palm.
Dabi is....conflicted. On one hand, he knows you're batshit insane. On the other, you want him, you feel good, and if he's being honest with himself, you're fucking hot.
He looks up at you, seeing the pure adoration on your face and he.....doesn't feel like burning and killing you anymore....
Maybe if he did, he would've been able to actually escape you.
Maybe.
But he didn't, so now...well...
He's all yours.
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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<
Summary: Touya is already weak for your thighs.
And then you decide to wear thigh high stockings.
Pairing: Dabi/Chubby! Female Reader
Content Warning: Smut, Face Sitting, Intercrural Sex, Cum Marking, Dabi has Genital Piercings, Plus Sized Reader, Dabi's a simp
Word Count: 2.9k
Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi
A/N: For my fellow chubby girlies, ily 🫶🏽
My Masterlist
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Touya has a certain fixation with your thighs.
After long days, he loves to just lay his head in your comfy lap, holding you. When you straddle him, he's free to rub and squeeze them as he pleases, and he will take any and every opportunity to have them wrapped around any part of him.
He loves the jiggle of them when he smacks your ass, and squishing the plushness beneath his palm. Biting and sucking his marks into the soft flesh is one of his favourite things to do.
You in shorts or short skirts are a weakness for him; you in fishnets, lace or thigh highs are fucking lethal.
So when he's on the couch, just minding his own business, lounging in his sweats and tank top, and you come out in a pleated, black miniskirt that barely covers your ass, black, sheer thigh high stockings with lace edges, a matching lace garter belt holding them up by thin straps, and one of his white tshirts, clinging to your body but especially your tits, nipples printing through showing that you had no bra on, who could really blame him for snatching you by your waist and pulling you into his lap?
You balance yourself on his shoulders, getting yourself comfortable, before your hands slide up the side of his neck and back to tangle your fingers in his pale hair as you lean in.
Heated hands slide up and over your legs, the contrasting softness of your skin and the lace of the stockings satisfying. He gropes and fondles at your thighs, your ass and tits through your clothes, before inevitably back to your thighs, all as he kisses you slow and hot.
Trailing mismatched lips down your jaw and up to your ear, he mumbles, voice husky, "Fuck, look at you. Get all dolled-up for me, baby?". Scarred hands grope at you, one hand inching up under the skirt, the other sliding up under the tshirt.
"Hmm, maybe.", you hum, basking in his attention, moaning softly as he leaves kisses, licks and nips along your throat and collarbone, sucking pretty bruises into the skin as he goes, while pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. You love the way he gets when you dress like this.
His hand under your skirt pauses as all they meet is more skin. And he realizes that you aren't wearing any underwear at all. You feel his clothed cock twitch against your bare cunt, and you bite your lip to supress a smug smile.
"Shit." He breathes out a short, hot laugh against your neck before pulling back, "Fuck, okay. Sit on my face, baby. Please, I need to taste you."
You especially love that you could make this man, this big, bad villain, be basically at your beck and call, little more than a begging mess for you, with just the sight of your thighs and the promise of your pussy.
And seeing those wide, pretty blue eyes, looking at you with such reverance, how could you say no?
So you smile, sitting up on your knees for him to adjust. He shifts to lay on the couch properly, and his hand rests on your back, urging you to move upwards, until you're directly above him. You hold yourself steady with a hand beside you on the back of the couch, your legs framing his head, cunt hovering right over his mouth, as you hold the end of your skirt up to your stomach, biting your lip.
It's not exactly the first time you've sat on his face, and you love it of course, but it always makes you a bit nervous at first because, what if you break him? The first time he wanted you to, you asked him this and he just said, "What a way to go.", before pulling you in. So though the small nerves are there, it's drowned out by your arousal.
He grasps your thighs from behind as his eyes immediately snap to your pussy, glistening with your arousal. You see the way his pupils dilate, now just a ring of turquoise around a pool of black.
Your lips curl in a sly smile when his gaze locks on yours, eyes hungry, as he turns his head to mouth at your inner thigh after unhooking the straps and peeling down the tops of your stockings, blunt nails scraping along the skin.
You pant softly at his ministrations to the sensitive skin, smile still on your face as he laves and sucks marks into your flesh. A gasping moan is drawn out of you as he bites down on the meat of it, pussy weeping.
He pulls away, leaving the stinging mark to switch to the other thigh, his fingers digging possesively into your side, definitely leaving pretty bruises.
You're so wet you're leaking, your slick trailing down your thighs and Touya licks it right up, the flat of his hot tongue feeling branding as it slides over you, the metal of his piercing adding to that sentiment.
He groans, almost whimpering, at your taste as he shifts beneath you and you let out a breathy giggle.
At the urging tug at your hips, you finally lower yourself.
And Touya is in bliss as you sink your weight onto his face, thighs pressing to his cheeks. You feel the contrast of his healthy, soft skin and rough scars; his staples warm and digging into your skin is always surprisingly pleasant. He wraps his arms loosely over your legs, moving his hands down to rest on your thighs, moaning at your taste and the feeling of being completely surounded by you.
His flattened tongue licks a fat stripe up and through your folds, lips enveloping your throbbing clit, licking and sucking; you gasp as you release the couch to cup your breast through your shirt. Lapping at the sensitive nub, his scalding tongue swirls around it, his piercing enhancing every drag, before dipping into your wanting heat; and you moan lowly as you gently roll your hips, whining at the blunt scrape of his nails down your thighs.
Having his oxygen cut off, smothered in your sweet heat, has him completely hard and already leaking in his pants, but it's easy to ignore with your cunt and thighs suffocating him in the best of ways.
If he dies like this, he'd die a happy man.
Because he loves this. The feeling of you coming undone, thighs shaking and trembling and twitching around him, with his face buried in your hot cunt; clenching your slick walls around his tongue and rutting your clit against his nose.
He moans, slurping and panting against you ardently, the sounds filthy and wet, letting you know exactly how much he loves the taste of you and where he is.
Touya's hold on your thighs tighten as he pulls you down harder; hands heated to the point that they might just brand you.
"Come on, baby," he moans, voice slightly muffled. "Fuck my face, please."
You release your hold on your tits to tangle your fingers in his hair in a tight grip as you rock your hips, grinding over his hot tongue, the metal ball perfectly on your clit, your head thrown back as lewd moans spill from your parted lips. Your thighs squeeze around his face, practically suffocating him, and you see his eyes roll back, a deep groan vibrating through your cunt.
Your breathing and hips speed up as you pant, whining moans spilling out like spun sugar as your eyes roll shut in ecstasy when your orgasm crashes over you; your legs tremble and your breath stutters as you cum, gushing against him, slick running over his cheeks and chin, and down his throat. A gargled moan escapes him as his hips jerk up, rutting against nothing, his cock twitching as it leaks, making a mess in his sweatpants, as you ride his face through your high, dragging your sloppy pussy over his sinful tongue, using him.
Your movements stutter and broken moans fill the air, yet his mouth does not leave your heat; his hands do not move from their grip, holding you down to the sweet tortures of his tongue, licking firmly over your swollen, sensitive clit.
"Hnn, too much, Touya, baby—ahn—it's too much—"
He finally gives you reprieve and you move down to sit on his thighs, your legs still shaky, breathing still laboured, eyes hazy.
And when you finally focus enough to look at him, Touya is gorgeous.
Flushed and already looking fucked out, he peers up at you with pretty, azure eyes, glassy and hazy, and still so deliciously amorous.
You stare at him, at the glistening wetness all over his face and neck, and he holds your gaze, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb, popping it into his mouth.
Your face goes all soft and needy, pretty eyes wide and wanting; lips parted before your tongue peeks out to wet them as you swallow thickly, and you see something flash in his eyes. Something hot and dangerous and mouth-watering.
He abruptly sits up, leaving you no choice but to fall back into the seat of the couch with a small squeak, and he spreads your legs, one hooked on the back of the sofa, as he grinds his hardened bulge against your tender pussy, making you gasp sharply.
He leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You moan softly into his mouth as you taste yourself on him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him in; fingers in his hair, dragging your nails gently over his scalp, making him shiver and press down into the kiss more firmly as he rolls his hips against you, a scarred hand sliding up and under your shirt, fondling your breasts as his other hand grips your leg, fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh.
Pulling away, he sits up, kneeling, keeping your legs spread for him, running his hands across your thighs reverantly; fingers dancing along the hickeys and bitemarks littering the smooth expanse, admiring, biting his lip, before pushing your shirt up your chest, over your breasts.
He pinches and rolls a pebbled nipple between his fingers, making you squirm and whine, as he brushes his other thumb up through your slick folds, rubbing over your clit.
Panting, you watch him, a shiver running through you at the look in his eyes. It's hot and sly and so fucking sexy.
You prop yourself up on your elbows as he moves his hand from your chest and slips his cock out, the ladder of piercings along his shaft glistening with his arousal. He strokes himself idly as his eyes drink you in, before tapping the sticky head on your sensitive clit, the wet little sounds of it lewd and filthy.
Your head lolls to the side as you whimper softly at the small jolts of pleasure going through you at that, as your hands cup and fondle your own tits. Glancing up at you, he rubs the head of his cock into your clit, making a mess of it with his precum; the sight of you playing with yourself making him leak even more.
Pushing foward, he glides the shaft of his cock through your soaked folds, but he doesn't push in, making you whine as your cunt throbs.
He slowly slides back and forth, back and forth, coating his dick in your juices. Spreading you open, he dips just the head into your warm cunt, teasing your hole, before pulling back out.
The cruelty of feeling full yet so empty makes you whine and pout at him as you try to grind down onto him, because he's just toying with you dammit.
He swats at your inner thigh, smirking at the little gasping whimper you let out at the sting, before lolling open his mouth, letting his spit drip down onto your cunt and thighs, coating the marked skin there.
You make a small sound of confusion, mixed with a gasping moan, which is ignored as he grips your legs, pulling them closed and up, folding you nearly in half; your thighs pressed together, both feet over his left shoulder.
Trembling in desire, your eyes widen in realization when you feel his wet cock slide through the flesh of your thighs, hot and heavy.
Pressing a kiss just above your ankle, he sighs out, "Keep your thighs nice and tight for me, baby."
You obey, gripping your thighs around his erection. You feel him twitch against your skin, veins throbbing.
Touya grips your legs tightly as he slowly rocks forward, gliding into the tight pocket between your thighs.
"Oh fuck.", you moan as you look down, seeing the glistening head of his cock poke through them before disappearing again as he thrusts, slowly fucking your thighs.
His precum mixes with your slick in a sticky mess as each thrust has the underside of his cock gliding over your cunt, his ladder of piercings there rubbing deliciously over your clit and you shake in sensitivity and pleasure.
Fuck, he's not going to last long like this. You're too fucking pretty like this, your thighs too welcoming, your little sounds too sweet.
Ankles crossed, you wiggle your hips up and down the seat as your thighs flex, clenching rhythmically around him. "Good girl.", he groans, speeding up.
"Fuck.", you whimper at the sweet friction to your clit as your head buzzes at his desperation, feeling drunk on it. Your cunt continuously leaks, aiding the smooth slide of his thrusts.
You feel sensitive to every touch, every drag of his cock, as your second orgasm builds quickly.
Heated hands greedily squeeze and grope at your thighs and over the soft lace before he reaches up to play with your chest, squeezing and fondling, as he leans on the back of your legs, pressing your knees closer to you, folding you even more as he thrusts against you.
You squirm and writhe beneath him, your moans growing higher and louder as your pussy is so very thoroughly teased, and Touya can see that you're on that precipice yet again.
You cum with a cry as trembles wrack through your body; your thighs twitching around his length.
He thrusts a few more times, dragging out your peak before prying your legs apart and shifting a hand to his cock as he strokes himself to his completion with a deep groan.
Thick ropes of hot cum paint your thighs and pussy, a few drops staining your skirt. He presses his tip against your tender clit, smearing and rubbing his spend into you. You give a sweet, broken moan at that; at how filthy and perfect it feels to be marked up like that, claimed like that, as you watch the cum drip down your thighs obscenely.
Your breath hitches as he dips his hand between your legs, thumb swiping up his own release. He brings it up, smearing his cum on your parted lips, eyes locked on yours.
"Suck." His voice is thick and dark, gaze hot as he presses against your lips until you obey, taking it in; licking and sucking on his thumb, lapping at the cum soaked digit, making sure to get every last drop, as you moan softly at his taste.
He hums, pleased, as he pushes into your mouth, moving his thumb back and forth, fucking into it, playing with your mouth; rubbing it into the inside of your cheeks and along your gums as he watches you with lidded eyes and a wolfish grin.
And you wish it was more than just a thumb that's weighing on your tongue as you look up at Touya from under your lashes.
He pulls it out with a wet pop before pulling away fully.
You hold his gaze as you lick the remaining cum off your lips.
Wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb, you smile smugly as you watch him.
"On your knees for me, Dolly. Gotta clean me up, yeah?" Touya's expression is hungry as he looks at you, focused; like a predator stalking its prey and a shiver runs through you.
Because you do so love being his prey.
You happily get on your knees before him, thighs spread, looking up at him with such a self satisfied smile, he thinks you would purr if you could.
You lick him clean, teasing and sweet, until he's hard again, throbbing in your mouth. And then he bends you over the arm of the couch, fucking you stupid as you bounce back on his cock while he gropes and slaps at your ass and thighs, skin tender and stinging deliciously; before he fills you up till you're dripping with him.
And as you lay on the couch, spent and fucked out, covered in his marks and cum, watching his bare back walk out to the bathroom to get things to clean you up, you think to yourself.
What else can you do to make him crazy for you?
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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<
Summary: You are a brat. This is known, and there's no changing that anytime soon.
Dabi loves trying to fuck it out of you anyway, even if he wouldn't have you any other way.
Pairing: Dabi/F!Reader
Content Warning: Mirror Sex Rough Sex, Daddy Kink, Cockwarming, Dacryphilia, Praise Kink, Orgasm Control, Light Spanking, Begging, Creampie, Body Worship, Light Dom/Sub, Brat Tamer Dabi, Brat Reader, Submissive Reader, Dabi has Genital Piercings
Word Count: 5K
Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi
A/N: So this is a rewrite basically, kinda, since it's the same as my ShigaDabi fic by the same name in Ao3, just altered to suit.
My Ao3 is the same username if you wanna go there
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There are many ways one could describe you. A menace, a gremlin, a brat. And you could attest to being those things occasionally.
Like today, when you decided to tease your boyfriend but then step just out of reach of scarred and stapled hands, grinning impishly as you did so, or pouting and complaining about Kurogiri not getting the right snacks, then ignoring your boyfriend telling you to knock it off, only apologizing after seeing the genuine displeassure on your partner's face, you could admit you were being a brat.
And you revel in being a brat, because being a brat gets you fucked stupid.
But you wouldn't exactly describe yourself as shy. You aren't timid, though maybe a bit reclusive and withdrawn, but you're not really shy.
Though there's something about being exposed and spread wide in front of a mirror that makes you shy away. You've had sex in front of a mirror before, but you mainly just saw your face or side profile, and even then you're usually distracted enough to not be that embarrassed.
This though, was very different.
Sitting on Dabi's lap is different in front of a mirror. Both of you completely naked, Dabi's hands holding your legs spread wide, showing your cock-stuffed cunt, his dick half hard yet still thick enough to spread you open, your face and chest flushed, brows pinched and eyes averted; only catching glimpses of the way you look in Dabi's lap by accident, the way your pussy lips are puffy and soaked in your slick, leaking around him, and you bite your lip in embarrassment.
This wasn't the plan.
You thought you'd be thrown onto the bed and fucked into oblivion until you sobbed, just how you liked it but no. After opening you up slowly, meticulously, on slick, long, heated fingers, edging you three fucking times, then sitting you on his cock, Dabi sat at the edge of the bed, holding you in his lap, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs to spread and torture you.
Dabi has you just sitting on his cock, not moving, not doing anything, while you leak around him like a fucking faucet, pussy throbbing from the teasing neglect. Just a warm hole for him to use.
"Such a pretty cock warmer, yeah?" Dabi says, grinning roguishly as he gives your thighs a quick, heated squeeze, spreading you impossibly further.
Your eyes clench shut as you bite the inside of your cheek to fight off the quiet whimper threatening to come out of your mouth, your fingers digging into the sheets beside Dabi's hips. You regret not begging when you should've. Why did you have to be such a stubborn fucking brat?!
"Not gonna look?" Azure eyes trained on your face in the mirror, he noses at your neck, murmuring. "Don't be shy baby, I'm just showin' you how good you look warmin' my cock for me, hm?"
You know this is both a punishment and a game. You've been a little extra mouthy and bratty to Dabi lately, so maybe this is what you get for being a little shit. To sit on his cock and be the good little hole that you are, warm and pliant. You try to shift, to get even the tiniest bit of friction, but your eyes crack open when the grip on your thighs tighten, definitely leaving pretty bruises in their wake, stilling you.
Catching a glimpse of your body in the mirror, you see how still you're being held, the exception being your heaving chest; your tits moving with every breath. You want to look away, but you catch Dabi's gaze through the mirror.
Dabi lets out a pleased, "Mmm, there we go.", when you finally look up into the mirror without averting your gaze again. "So fuckin' pretty." He breathes, mismatched lips pressing kisses into your neck, lidded gaze focused on you.
You quickly run out of the little patience you had. You don't want to just sit here, being teased and humiliated, not even allowed to touch yourself. It's not fair.
"Fuck me." You finally demand, voice shaky. Your hand grips at Dabi's thigh, your eyes hot and sharp. You just want to be fucked stupid dammit!
"No." Dabi says flatly, holding your gaze, eyes level and focused.
The refusal makes you go rigid for a second before your lips start to wobble, eyes shining with unshed tears.
"That's not how we ask for things." Dabi murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple as he sees the desperate expression on your face, before continuing. "My little brat needs to learn to behave. Learn some fuckin' manners."
You whimper as you try in vain yet again to grind down on the hot cock seated inside you, the most you manage is clenching around him.
"Mm, you just keep tryin' to suck me in. Tryna milk me?" You let out a moan at that, both of you feeling the way your walls tighten around the hardening cock inside you and Dabi's grin is sharp.
Dabi kisses, mouths and bites at the nape of your neck hungrily, his cock giving an enthusiastic throb as your hole twitches around him. Stuffed and untouched, with just his words and kisses, you feel like you could come with just a single touch to your clit, or even some friction.
Finally fully hard, nestled right up against your cervix, you feel your control and sanity about to snap.
You really just need to be pounded into the fucking bed.
"Please, Dabi. I'll behave, I'll—hnn— I'll be good, just fuck me, plea-se.", you beg, voice cracking as you whine and wiggle in Dabi's grasp but not able to move as much as you would like.
Dabi, being the tease and bastard that he is, doesn't give you what you want just yet, despite his cock giving an eager pulse, the sound of you begging too fucking good, going straight to his dick. You whimper and cry, saying whatever you need to, to make Dabi want to fuck you, losing your shame, but you still don't get what you want yet; Dabi just watches, massaging your thighs and chuckling lowly as your eyes well up with tears.
"Alright, Love." He finally gives in; his baby was so very polite and adorable after all. Lowering your legs between his, making you keep your thighs together, still sitting perfectly in his lap, he asks, "Think you've learned your lesson, Doll?"
Yeah, when I've been a brat but wanna get fucked asap, beg and ask for forgiveness asap! You nod obediently, outwardly docile and innocent; complacent.
Muttering "Use your words, and remember your manners." into the skin just below your ear, eyes pinning you in place, Dabi rubs his thumbs in circles where they rest on your inner thighs.
"Yes, Daddy, I'm sorry." You breathe, almost panting with anticipation.
Dabi hums. It's a pleased, low sound that makes the hairs on the back of your neck raise. He presses a kiss where his lips rest, murmuring "Good girl, Y/N." lowly in your ear.
You truly thought Dabi would finally fuck you now. Fat cock fully hardened, stretching your cunt so, so good, he throbs inside the gripping heat and you feel all of it.
Every inch, every vein, every bar of steel, every single pulse of hot flesh inside you, resonating like a brand from within you, and you need to be thoroughly split in half on that cock.
Grinding your hips impatiently, you go to immediately start bouncing on his cock, already halfway up, only for Dabi's left arm to wrap around your waist, his hand gripping your side tightly and pulling you back down to his lap, forcing you down even more than before, so his cock would stay deep inside your quivering hole, dragging a shaky moan from your lips, eyes clenching shut.
Dabi's other hand holds your face, fingers pressed into your cheeks, muttering "Watch.", making you look at yourself in the mirror. The tears gathered in your eyes finally fall as you moan weakly, your eyes pleading.
"Daddy, please," you sob out a whine, your voice high as your chest heaves with a gasp, holding your own teary, gaze in the mirror.
The hand holding your side loosens enough, just for some breathing room but not to the point where you could move, while the hand on your face doesn't let go, only shifts.
Hand now gripping your chin, middle finger stroking at a pulse point, thumb rubbing at your botton lip, he breathes, "See how pretty you look, Dolly?" Your lips part, tongue darting out to lick at the thumb, before Dabi slips it in to press at the wet muscle and pressing a kiss to your cheek, tasting the salt of your tears on his lips, when he gets a small nod and sound of agreement in response.
Though Dabi wishes for a more verbal response, he knows not to push you too much, not right now. All in due time.
For now, his good girl deserves to get what she wants. Because for all that you are a brat, you're Dabi's brat, and Dabi says his good girl deserves to be spoiled, though you do have to work for it this time.
"Now, I was gonna fuck you into the bed, but you were impatient. How 'bout you be a good girl and put on a little show for me, hm?" He rumbles, fingers caressing your side, cerulean eyes hot on your skin.
You nod in response, not really even wanting to be a brat anymore, not right now. Right now you want to be a good girl, Dabi's good girl, and to be fucked, and is rewarded with another peck to the cheek.
"C'mon, stand for me, baby." Confused, you comply with Dabi's guidance, brows furrowed. The confusion is quickly ignored as the drag of the cock within you, piercings catching on your entrance, sends a shudder through you, a soft "mmf" escaping your lips.
Dabi doesn't bother to hide the borderline feral grin or gleam in his eyes, just guides you to the side of the bed.
Sitting up against the pillows, he pulls you back into his lap and in for a deep kiss, full of tongue and teeth.
Dabi licks into your mouth languidly, his tongue tasting and branding you all at once, heated hands gripping at your thighs, so close to where they're wanted but not complying, before he looks up and over your shoulder as he watches his own scarred hands grab and knead at the soft flesh of your ass possessively.
By the time he pulls away with a shiny, thin string of saliva still connecting your lips, you're a quivering mess.
Giving your ass a firm squeeze, he says, "You're gonna turn around and watch yourself bounce on my cock since you were so eager, yeah baby?" You whimper, at both the touch and the words, nodding, and after getting a pat on your ass, you quickly oblige; turning around so that your back is turned towards Dabi once again, knees bracketing scarred thighs, feeling the pulsing hardness against you.
A quick glance at your reflection makes you hesitate, a shaky sort of embarrassment washing over you.
Dabi pours some lube over his erection before running his knuckles down your back, ghosting over your ass and to your thighs. “Alright,” he breathes out, settling a hand on your hip, giving it a gentle yet firm squeeze as he guides you to lift up, “You know what to do, Doll.”
Biting your lip, you shakily lift yourself up, letting the hands on your hips guide you until you feel the tip of Dabi's cock catch against your entrance. You sink down, one hand reaching back to guide the cock in, letting out a moan as the velvety head pops inside. You try to sink down faster, take all at once, because you're ready dammit, the embarrassment fading away back into want, but the hand on your hip tightens warningly, making you slow down.
Dabi makes you take it agonizingly slow, piercings poping in one by one, sending a jolt to your nerves in the best way each time, to the point you aren't even sure how long it took, only that you let out a mix of a sigh and a whimper when you're finally fully seated again, feeling Dabi's scarred thighs flush against you. Heated hands slide up and down your sides as he kisses below your ear, whispering a soft ‘Good girl’ that makes you clench around him with a shuddering moan.
“Whenever you're ready, Love.” Dabi chuckles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before giving your hip a gentle squeeze, and leaning back, left hand remaining to just rest on your hip, thumb stroking lightly where it sits, while he props his other elbow up beside him on the pillows.
With trembling legs, you lift yourself up, till just the head is inside you, before dropping back down. You moan loud and gasping as the fat cock spears you so, so deep in this angle, the feeling of piercings dragging against your walls so torturously delicious.
The carnal craving for more sets in and with your hands planted on Dabi's knees to hold yourself steady, you quickly repeat the movement, until you're fucking yourself properly, seeing stars with every bounce, your tits bouncing and swaying with your every move. And you try. You try so, so hard to be good, to look at your reflection, because it's what your Daddy wants, and you can feel the searing gaze on you, but you can't help as your eyes roll shut as you lean your head back against Dabi's shoulder as you focus on moving, despite the burning in your thighs, because it feels so, so good.
Dabi allows you the reprieve of basking for a few moments, before he thrusts up into you as he taps at your hip bone and says, voice low in your ear, "Eyes open." On a gasping moan, you obey, peeling your eyes open, as the authority in his tone sends a shiver down your spine.
And as your eyes land on you both once more, you couldn't help but clamp down and grind.
“Dab-, Daddy,” you whine, now unable to tear your eyes away from your reflection of the way your bodies move together. Your breasts bouncing, nipples pert and neglected; and your skin seems to almost glow with the glisten of the sheen of sweat with every movement, contrasting artfully against the mosaic of Dabi's scars, skin and staples; his azure gaze electric.
“Like what you see, Gorgeous?” Dabi asks, voice practically a purr, “Fuck, squeezin' me so good, sweetheart.”
You give a panting agreement, eyes drifting to and trained on where Dabi's hand travels down over your thighs, ghosting over you weeping pussy and neglected clit but still not touching. And you feel the all consuming need to be touched, to be groped, to be claimed.
"Please" The panting, whimpering plea drips from your lips like honey, thick and so very sweet.
And Dabi can't help but tease you, can't help but want to hear you beg. "Please what, Baby?"
"Plea—ahhnn— please touch me." Is the airy whine, fingers digging into the healthy skin of scarred thighs so you have something to hold.
You get a pleased hum in response, before letting out a breathy moan when you see and feel blunt, black nails dragging over the sensitive flesh of your thighs and the crease of your groin, left hand on your hip, right hand trailing up your abdomen and chest, ghosting over your pebbled nipples, to cup your jaw, turning it towards him as mismatched lips capture yours in a deep, wet kiss, tongue stroking and teasing over your own, pulling away with a wet pop to trail down, over your jaw and throat, leaving trails of warm kisses and a hot, slick tongue licking and laving along the expanse of your neck and shoulder, leaving nips, bruises and brands in their wake; you automatically lean your head to the side to give him better access, reaching a hand back to tug at the raven locks as you continue to rock your hips as the pleasure builds and builds and you're on the edge.
Everything is too much and not enough, feeling so, so good finally having his mouth and hands on you again and you want to come but you can't, not without permission.
"Oh fuck, please, please, I—hnn— I wanna come," Dabi's teeth graze along the sensitive skin of your neck, smirk wide and feral before sucking on your pulse as his hands wander in opposite directions and you shiver at the way scarred hands look moving along your skin, all deliberate and precise.
His left hand trails over your thighs, up your abdomen, and to your tit, where he cups and kneads it before rolling the nipple between his fingers, as the other hand drags down, ghosting over your throat and other nipple, lightly pressing on your abdomen, applying pressure to his cock from outside, before splaying his fingers, petting at your slick pussy lips, all while he meets your every thrust. And you shake, panting and moaning and drooling and grinding, a string of babbled pleas spilling out as you throw your head back, eyes rolling back.
They fly open again when you feel a finger ghost over your clit, but all you can manage are gasps and breathy little pants and groans. Licking up the line of drool from your chin to the corner of your mouth, Dabi mumbles into the skin there, "C'mon, dance for me baby." He sounds amused and teasing and it shouldn't be that fucking hot.
Biting your lip, eyes unfocused and unseeing, you start bouncing again in earnest, ignoring your burning thighs, your movements less coordinated and more desperate now with you so close.
“Fuck, look how gorgeous you are, Doll,” Dabi groans, dragging your attention back to the mirror, hand roaming over your chest, alternating between your nipples, tweaking and rubbing them, and groping at the soft flesh, the other still moving over your cunt. “Love this, don't you, Baby?”
You grind and writhe on his cock, tears streaming down your cheeks, at the praise and touch, and all you can manage in response is an absent, moaning, "hnng, Uh huh.", as the coiling heat in your stomach builds and builds.
On a particular thrust, right up against your sweet spot, grasping for words, you manage to choke out, "Too—hah—too much. Please, Daddy, need to come." and when Dabi just licks the track of tears with a moan and a muttered "so fuckin' gorgeous", the sound and words going straight to your cunt, a sobbing whine rips out from your throat, "Hurts"
“Fuck, alright Sweetheart,” He groans into to your ear as he thrusts up into you, hand gripping your chest, as he finally, finally strokes a finger over your clit firmly, growling, “I got you, Baby. Come for me.”
You get a last glimpse of yourself in the mirror, shaking, your face going slack, before you come with a sob, your head thrown back against Dabi's shoulder as your body stills and locks up; a string of babbled 'fuck, fuck, fuck, thank you, thank you, thank you's spilling from your lips, your mind whiting out. Distantly, you think you hear Dabi say something, something like a praise or a swear, could hear him moan while he continues to fuck up into you and use you, whispering against your ear how good you are, dragging out your orgasm, to the point it feels like your brain is oozing out of your cunt with every thrust.
Just as you're coming down from your own high, blinking away black dots, you see Dabi's eyes roll shut, his lips parted as he tenses and buries himself inside of you to the hilt as he comes with a deep groan. Letting out a breathy, whiny moan at the overload that is that sight, sound and feeling, you roll your hips and clamp down as you continue to be pumped full of thick, hot come, feeling thoroughly branded as you milk him.
Panting and dazed, mind slowly coming back to focus, your gaze rakes over your reflection. From flushed cheeks, to your own heaving chest, to where you're still connected and where you could see Dabi was still shallowly thrusting in and out of you, still half hard and creamy come spilling out the sides, before stilling, just buried and stuffing you full as you collect your breaths.
Dabi shifts to get the bottle of water from the nightstand, opening it and pressing it to your lips, coaxing you to drink and you oblige. When you're done, after drinking half, Dabi drains the rest, shifting again to put it back beside the bed.
But in his shifting, he jostles you, unknowingly making his halfhard cock grind against your sensitive walls and you startle at the jolt to your nerves.
Already not being able to really take your eyes off of your reflection, the stimulation makes your mind blank.
Dabi presses a kiss to your shoulder before settling his hands on your waist to lift you, to finally give you rest and love and care.
Swallowing dryly, you feel another wave of want wash over you.
You shouldn't.
You're tired, sore and full, but you want.
And you are a brat at heart. A cock dumb, greedy brat, and you want more.
Without thinking, you reach down to press a hand to your stomach, moaning as you could feel his cock move with the instinctive twitch of his hips, then trail down to where you're connected, rubbing at your joint flesh, fingertips now covered in your sticky juices, before pulling away, getting a questioning sound from Dabi.
Biting your lip, your gaze travels back towards the mirror as you again let your eyes drag over your bodies. With a small hum, you give a small roll of your hips, startling a quiet curse out of Dabi.
Your eyes meet in the mirror, Dabi scanning your expression. When all you do is bring your come soaked fingers up to suck and lap at them, hunger, want and pleading painted clearly on your face, he gives a sharp, wolfish grin in return.
Taking that as the assent it is, you tangle the fingers of your other hand in his hair and quickly turn your head so your lips could meet in a searing kiss. You feel Dabi immediately reciprocate, scarred hands fisted in your hair and roaming and groping along your flushed skin; slick, hot tongue laving over your lips before licking into your mouth, tasting himself, and you melt.
You feel his cock grow hard again within you, pulsing and twitching, and your legs go weak.
"Tell me what you want, Sweetheart. I'll give it to you.", Dabi murmurs against your lips, voice husky and reverent.
Eyes wide and pleading, looking hopeful and like you might cry again if you don't get what you want, you whisper, "Fuck me into the bed?"
Heated hands tighten in your hair and on your waist as Dabi wordlessly growls low in his throat, pulling you in for another firm kiss, before manhandling and maneuvering you, pulling you off of his cock with a squelch, and bending you over, pressing you into the bed.
On your chest and forearms, cheek pressed to the sheets, ass in the air, you shake with anticipation.
You hum a moan as Dabi rubs a thumb against your abused cunt almost possessively, stretching it and rubbing the spilling come into your slit like a claim, as he settles himself on his knees behind you.
Dabi slides both palms up your thighs and over the curve of your ass reverently, giving them a squeeze before his right palm meets flesh with a quick and sharp smack, just to watch it jiggle, dragging a gasping moan from you as you writhe at the sweet sting, hands fisting the sheets.
Kneading the stinging flesh soothingly, he spreads you, spitting right onto your twitching hole, the saliva mixing and dripping with the smeared spend. you gasp at the contrasting feeling, hips now swaying tantilizingly as you feel your arousal trickle down your thighs.
Left hand on your asscheek, spreading you open for him and gripping his length in the other, Dabi taps the head of his cock on your hole, not pushing in, just teasing it, rubbing against your folds and smearing the cum and slick there. At your hips pushing back, trying to get his cock in, and your sweet whining, Dabi presses just the head in.
And he gets exactly what he wants.
"Please, please, please, Daddy, more—", is the whining plea he's rewarded with for his patience, your voice laboured and so very wanton.
Your waist in a firm grip between his hands, Dabi presses in and out slowly, piercings dragging deliciously along your walls, and you moan long and low, before your voice chokes off in a gasp as Dabi snaps his hips foward again, flush against you.
As Dabi grinds into you there, you look up, at the mirror you momentarily forgot about, and you can't help but to clench around the fat cock splitting you, moaning out a breathy giggle in delirious pleasure at the sight.
Head thrown back in ecstasy, the column of his scarred, pretty neck bared, jaw clenched and sharp, muscles and abs taut, healthy skin, flushed and glistening with the sheen of sweat, contrasting prettily against the dark scars; staples gleaming in the light, and hands possessively gripping you, Dabi looks downright divine.
And when turquoise eyes open and pierce into you with a predatory grin, it should've prepared you for the next sharp thrust, but it didn't, and you gasp, eyes fixed on the sight of Dabi speeding up, drilling into you; your eyes roll back as all coherent thoughts are fucked right out of you, cock slamming straight into your cervix at a steady pace, a string of muttered 'yes, yes, yes's slightly muffled by the sheets, spilling from your drooling mouth.
Wanting to drag it out, Dabi slows down; fucks you hard and so very deep, dragging slowly out and quickly back in, over and over, grunting and moaning and groaning how good you feel, how nice and tight you are, how well you take him, how you're such a good girl for him, how fucking gorgeous you look, all as you sob and gasp and writhe under him at the sweet torture, clawing and grasping at the sheets like a life line; your body not knowing if it wants to run from the overwhelming pleasure or grind back against him for more, as your pussy flutters and gushes around him, creating a small pool of slick beneath you.
The sight of your back arched delectably, scattered markings on skin gleaming with sweat, and ass jiggling with every thrust, paired with usually fierce eyes, now soft, glistening gems, unfocused with lust and lost in pleasure, peaking through the curtain of hair splayed out like tendrils of silk, and kiss swollen lips parted, moaning and drooling, is ethereal and is almost Dabi's undoing. And it could very well still be. His hips jerk and speed up with wild abandon, pistoning into the pliant body beneath him, pounding you into the bed like you wanted, while pulling you back to meet his every thrust, as he watches the white, frothy ring of mixed come, lube and slick pool at the base of his cock and your hole.
If Dabi were to look up at your reflection, he would see a borderline beast, ravishing his meal with all the ferver of a starving wolf, eyes wild and teeth gritted in a feral mix of a snarl and a grin.
And when you clamp down on him like you never want him anywhere else ever again, cunt spasming and sucking him in on every thrust as you come untouched with a cry, soaking the sheets, Dabi can't help but follow, falling and curling over your back, left hand still gripping your waist, right holding his weight up, burying his face into the crook of your neck and his cock deep and grinding, painting your insides white yet again with a deep, gutural moan.
You stay like that, with Dabi inside you, his face in your neck, panting and basking in the afterglow for a few moments, before he presses a kiss to one of the marks left there on your neck and sits up.
He sighs almost dreamily as he takes in the sight of small shivers and aftershocks wracking your body, your pussy stretched and puffy around him, before slowly pulling out, shamelessly admiring the way his come drips out of the gaping hole, clenching around nothing, like it needs to be constantly filled.
He collects the dripping spend on two fingers before pushing it back in, getting a weak moan in response. Though, he pulls away after a few seconds, allowing his Doll reprieve, wiping his hands on the already dirtied sheets before gently turning you to the side.
You blink dazedly up at him, eyelids heavy and lips pouty. You look thoroughly, adorably fucked out, and Dabi couldn't help the soft, sappy smile that stretches across his face. And when he gets you smiling dopily up at him in response, arms stretching out to him, Dabi loves you impossibly more than he did yesterday.
He leans down to meet you, letting you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, then to your cheek, then to your eyelid, then to your forehead, before scooping you up and walking to the bathroom.
He'll get his baby nice and clean, warm and fed, then you'll go to sleep soundly in clean sheets, curled up around each other.
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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<
Summary: You think everything about Dabi is very pretty and you dpn't really know what to do with yourself.
Dabi gets all the love and praise he deserves, and you get a surprise.
Pairing: Dabi/F!Reader
Content Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Fingering, Oral (Both), Dacryphilia, Praise Kink, Light Choking, Creampie, Body Worship, Light Dom/Sub, Submissive Top Dabi, Power Bottom Reader, Dabi has Genital Piercings, Minimal Use of Y/N
Word Count: 9.8K
Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi
A/N: So this is very self indulgent and a rewrite basically, since it's the same as my ShigaDabi fic by the same name in Ao3, just altered to suit.
We Dabi Simps gotta eat ♡
My Ao3 is the same username if you wanna go there
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Joining the League of Villains was interesting to say the least. The lineup a teen vampire yandere, the most unhinged guy you've ever met keeping it together by a paper bag and a thread, a magician, a woman with a magnet the size of her attempted murder record, a Stain fanboy, a crusty gamer and of course a crispy frankenstein of a man held together with staples and spite.
They're all interesting to a degree, and all annoying to a degree, but Dabi is a special type of annoying. Always with a quip or retort to anything you say, always with an insult at the tip of his tongue, always with a way to get under your skin.
These make up most of your interactions with him and it makes your skin itch in irritation and annoyance, and your fingers twitch with the urge to wrap around that scarred neck and just squeeze.
Until it doesn't.
Until he's getting under your skin in another way.
A distinct underlying heat that matches his flames, making your skin itch with the urge to be soothed under calloused fingertips and mismatched lips, and your fingers twitch with the urge to instead touch and caress; the want to feel the contrast of soft skin and rough scars.
Dabi is a special type of annoying, but recently you've been having a hard time remembering that sometimes. This being one of those times.
You're all drinking in the bar, half blowing off steam, half celebrating not getting caught after a semi successsful job, though you and Dabi don't drink like the others, what with Dabi's quirk, as fire and alcohol definitely don't mix, and you just don't like the feeling of your focus being that distant.
And though Dabi isn't drinking as much, he's still playing a game of cards with Compress, Spinner, Twice and Magne, with Toga spectating for the most part, blood bag in hand with a straw, while Kurogiri is shining his glasses behind the bar counter and Shigaraki is in a corner booth on his switch. You're having fun all the same, especially with Twice and Spinner as drunk entertainment, drink in hand.
Deep laughter echoes out, rich, raspy and soot tinted, even over the uproarous laughter of the others, and your breath catches in your throat as you take in the sound and the scene.
Dabi, shining, azure eyes lidded and crinkled at the edges, and piercings and staples glinting in the low light, pulling taut with the wide smile curling mismatched lips. Head thrown back and neck a long line of rough scars that you want to lick and sink your teeth into, chest rising and falling with the breathy amusement.
Dragging your eyes away, you finish your drink and get another one because you weren't expecting to be thinking like that about Dabi of all people. Not expecting to think he looks pretty.
You ignore the lingering image of Dabi's smile burned into the back of your eyelids.
*****
It's after another half successful mission, when the thought comes back to you.
Trench coat folded in half and thrown over the back of the armchair beside him, Dabi stands talking with Compress, arms crossed. It makes the muscles in his scarred forearms flex a bit, the silver tungsten rings that decorate his fingers glint in the dim lighting. The pale, unmarred bit of his left cheek has a thin gash and unruly black hair frames his face imperfectly perfect.
The dark scarring beneath his eyes and the furrow of his brows make the pretty cerulean blue seem to burn that bit brighter, and his shirt is torn in some places.
He reeks of blood, sweat and smoke and you want to kiss him.
And oh.
You like Dabi.
And you don't know what to do with that.
*****
Later that week, sat on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, you don't really pay the League members milling around much mind.
That is, until you catch the disctinct sound of Dabi's bootfalls on the wood of the floor.
Not really meaning to, your eyes dart up and around until they land on him. And what a sight it was.
His head tipped back, arms raised above his head with his fingers interlaced, tilted a bit to his left and back in a stretch as he walks, allows for glorious things to happen.
Such as his belt not doing its job, causing his dark jeans to hang low on narrow hips, the waistband of his boxers peeking out. Loose, black tshirt ridden up exposes a sharp V line, which emphasizes prominent hip bones and frames a thin, pale happy trail, the dip of his navel, and a hint of abs, which flex along with the muscles in his arms.
You follow your self preservation insticts telling you to sink your teeth into your bottom lip and turn away, because something would've come out, all of which embarrassing.
Drool? A gasp? A moan? A....request? Who knows, all were possible options.
*****
The League is lounging around the bar again, some talking, some scrolling through their phones silently.
You and Dabi, sat beside each other, were a part of the latter category.
Deciding you need a distraction from the heady scent of smoke and strawberry lollipop and the image of Dabi's lips wrapped around said lollipop, you settle on listening to music.
Getting your pair of tangled earphones out of your hoodie pocket, you begin the careful, infuriating mission of untangling them without making it worse or bursting the wire.
Brows furrowed in concentration, you struggle for a minute, before it's snatched out of your hands.
"Wha—" you start, eyes snapping over to Dabi, but is quickly distracted when he pulls out the lollipop from his mouth, lips catching and lingering on it for a moment, before letting go with a quiet 'pop'.
"That was....one of the saddest things I've ever witnessed." Dabi says, expression a mix of pitying and amused.
Your brain takes a moment to reboot before you process that Dabi is now untangling the cord for you, lollipop back in his mouth, poking out his cheek.
Drawing in a breath, you begin to ask, "Why—"
"Shh. T'was sad.", was Dabi's slightly slurred reply, the lollipop affecting his speech.
You, in your confused, horny loss of words, look down in a slight daze at where Dabi's slender, pretty, dexterous fingers, decorated in his pretty rings and painted nails, meticulously work through the knots and tangles in your earphones, and your mind wanders.
And after, when your untangled earphones are returned to you, and you mutter out a thanks, plugging it in, music now blaring in your ears, all you could think about was the contrast of Dabi's strawberry red stained top lip and scarred bottom lip, how they looked wrapping back around the lollipop, how they would taste, and how his pretty, pretty fingers would look and feel on your tongue, around your throat, on your skin and inside of you.
*****
What you don't know, or even consider, is that Dabi watches you from the corner of his eye, entralled gaze dragging from your pretty eyes shining from the phone screen to the small pout of your lips, to the line of your neck and the tips of your hair brushing against your ears.
*****
Remember when you said Dabi was a special type of annoying but it was hard to remember sometimes? Yeah, this is not one of those times.
You planned to sit peacefully binging one of your favourite shows in your room, as the rest of the League were all out doing whatever they did when they weren't at the bar and didn't have a mission.
All except Dabi.
"I think that's my shirt."
Stepping out of your bathroom, towel draped over your head, you startle at the unexpected, familiar voice of Dabi in your previously empty room.
Eyes snapping up to see him lounging on your small couch like it's his, his coat thrown over the back, you roll your eyes before the words process.
You pause, then look down at the white t-shirt you'd just thrown on without looking too hard. Blinking, you pull at the hem of the shirt, realizing it's a bit baggier than usual, before looking back up at Dabi with an awkward tilt to your lips.
Now aware, the shirt hangs low enough to show your collarbone and shoulder.
"Oh." You say, sheepish.
You feel your face burn and hopes it doesn't show as prominently as it feels.
Dabi's expression slowly shifting into a smirk takes your hope out back and shoots it dead.
"S'fine." He shrugs, smirk still in place, tugging lightly at his staples, eyes lazily dragging over your exposed collarbone and shoulder, then down to where the hem of the shirt reaches just below your black shorts. "Keep it, looks good."
You short circuit for a moment, before flushing.
You walk over to your nightstand, slipping on a pair of flipflops, and grab your brush, grumbling to hopefuly distract from your flustered state, "What are you even doing here?"
"I'm bored." he grins, cheeky and adorable, and you have to turn away, fighting to not flush even more.
You brush out whatever tangles you have in your hair, before tying it in a low, loose bun, strands at the sides framing your face, all while ignoring the eyes you can feel on your skin and the goosebumps that raise there in response.
Dabi sits up when you gesture for him to move over and you sit in relatively comfortable silence, the sounds from the show on the television filling the space, with Dabi scrolling through his phone, occasionally glancing up at the TV screen.
Which would be fine if his presence wasn't so fucking distracting, to the point that the only reason you even have an inkling of what the fuck is going on is that you've seen this show before.
He's in his usual loose, white tshirt, jeans and boots, nails seemingly freshly painted a shiny, sleek black, rings adorning his pretty fingers, chain hung low around his neck, pendant disappearing beneath the tshirt between toned pecs. The end of his belt hangs between his spread legs, right arm stretched out along the back of the couch behind you, fingers silently tapping a pattern, phone in his left hand, elbow on the armrest and he smells of smoke and sandalwood.
You never thought you'd be jealous of the end of a belt, yet here you are.
You try your best to not tense or outwardly show any of your thoughts, which is distracting, and so you don't see the fucking beetle flying towards you until it's directly in front of your face, so of course you screech, which then causes the sexy fucker to laugh at you, as you swat it away; the little shit thankfully flying out of your room.
Your eyes stay trained on where it left as the sound of Dabi's laughter washes over you. His laugh is rough and smokey and pretty, just like the rest of him, and you can't help but feel warm and gooey at the sound even though you're the one being laughed at.
"Damn, didn't know all it took to spook ya was a tiny bug." The asshole says, snickering.
You turn away from where the bug flew out to Dabi, to glare at him, because that fucker was not tiny, thank you very much, only to have to use all your willpower to not immediately combust on the spot, because he's smirking enough to show off sharp canines, eyes lidded and on you. He looks smug, and it's infuriating, and it's pretty, and you wants those teeth sunk into your throat.
That last thought has you subconciously chewing on your lip, fingers twisting and pulling at each other.
You roll your eyes, fighting back your blush with a broom at this point, but whatever you were going to say gets caught in your throat when Dabi leans over and grabs your wrist, phone now in his lap.
His touch is heated, almost burning, but you don't say anything as Dabi tugs your hands away from each other, examining it with an unreadable expression.
"You really gotta stop doin' that, Doll." He tilts his head down to inspect your fingers, then looks back up at you through his lashes, eyes electric.
The tips of your ears burn as you clench your jaw, lest you gape.
You swallow thickly and Dabi's eyes dart down to your throat at the movement, an odd glint in his eyes that makes you feel like prey in the best of ways. The thought makes you flush even harder, to the point where you can feel the warmth of the blush reach all the way down your neck, below the baggy tshirt.
Given the way he slowly drags his eyes down the column of your neck before tracing your collarbone with his gaze, Dabi notices too.
He licks his lips before glancing up to meet your eyes with what appears to be uncertainty, hesitating for a moment.
Your breath stutters in your chest, pulse beneath Dabi's fingertips racing as you see him begin to slowly lean in, but he's interrupted by the door of the room slamming open.
You yank your hand away from Dabi as if you'd been scorched, turning sharply to the door.
"Y/N~!" Toga sings, skipping into the room. "Wanna come play games with us?~"
"Um, no thanks, Toga, not now. I'm in the middle of something." You force out, gesturing to the TV screen, taking a breath and willing your blush to go away.
"Aww, please~?" Toga pouts. "We're all playing! Even Dabi! Right, Dabi?" She turns her puppy eyes to him, to which he looks at her flatly.
"No."
"Booo~" Her cheeks puff
"Maybe later." You mutter, taking a glance at Dabi, who's hand is now clenched back around his phone, looking away from you and at his black screen instead, with a neutral expression.
Toga doesn't move for a bit, still pouting at first but then looks between the two of you and her expression turns into something sly.
"...Did I interrupt anything?~"
"No." You answer, a bit too quickly to be convincing, while Dabi scoffs and waves her off. You glance at him, teeth clenched, before quickly looking away, fingers twisting together again.
"You didn't interrupt anythin', Leech." Dabi says plainly, stretching his arms out casually, "I was just teasin' Dolly again. You know how much fun she is to annoy." He snickers and your eyes snap back up, jaw clenched as tight as your chest, cheeks and eyes burning, just a bit.
Oh.
Of course.
Obviously Dabi was just messing with you.
"Get out." You mumble, averting your eyes to the abandoned television, throat just a bit tight, before adding, "Both of you." In the corner of your eye you see something flicker across Dabi's face, something resembling regret if you want to be wishful, but then he clicks his tongue and pushes off the couch.
Grabbing up his coat from the back of the couch, he says, "Come on, Leech. Let's go play." He ruffles her hair as he passes her on his way out the door, left hand stuffed into his pocket, not a glance back.
Toga watches you silently for a second, but relents when you pick up the remote to turn up the volume. "Hmm, okay. Later~!" She says skipping out, thankfully closing the door behind her.
Room once again empty, with no one there to see, you clench your eyes shut, willing the burning to go away.
Dabi's touch had been so warm.
*****
Deciding to put whatever the fuck that was that happened between you and Dabi in a box and lock it up, you eventually make your way out two hours later to join in on Toga's invitation, not bothering to change from earlier, though your hair is now loose again.
You don't join in on the games, choosing to sit at the bar silently, sipping at a glass of something strong and sweet, spinning your stool occasionally as you watch them play.
They drink and play and laugh for a few more hours, before they eventually start filing out, to either go up to their rooms or back to their appartments they might still have, until it's just you at the bar and Dabi coming up behind you, heavy bootfalls the most obvious indicator and you force yourself to not tense at the heat at your back, taking another sip that you no longer taste.
Taking a seat on a stool to your left, long fingers, nails painted black, wrapped around his empty glass, Dabi reaches for the bottle you were drinking from, coincidently the same thing he was drinking before, and pouring himself another glass, and a little more into your own.
"So. What's up?" He takes a sip before continuing at your raised eyebrow. "Been lookin' over all night. Figured you had sometin' to say. So?"
Fuck, were you that obvious? It wasn't even really a conscious effort most of the time.
You avert your eyes and take a sip to avoid talking for a moment and to think of something to say. It's a real shame that being in close proximity to the pretty blue, distracting eyes trained on you and the walking heater they belong to melted your brain cells, so you just settle on, "It's nothing."
You sit in silence for a bit, with Dabi looking at you with an unreadable expression.
After a few minutes, Dabi is the one that breaks the silence. "Listen, 'bout earlier....I didn't mean—" but you cut him off before he can continue, because you don't need to hear that he was just teasing you twice.
"Yeah, I know. I heard you." You mutter, downing the last bit in your glass then reaching for the bottle for more.
Dabi grabs it before you can and sets it farther away from your reach, ignoring the glare sent his way.
"No, I didn't mean that, Doll." Dabi cups your cheek in a warm palm, turning you to face him. Your eyes widen at the look Dabi levels you with. You hide the way your hands tremble at the intensity and focus that drench that look, picking at your fingernails.
"I meant..... I didn't mean that I was just teasin' you. I....was a nervous dumbass and I'm sorry."
You slowly blink at him, trying to process the words that sound like another language to you.
You eventually gather your braincells enough to form a coherant thought and response.
"You......why were you nervous?" You aren't usually hopeful about much things these days, but you couldn't help it in that moment.
Dabi's hand twitches minutely where it still rests on your cheek, and he bites his bottom lip, avoiding your gaze as he seems to consider if he should say. When he glances back at you, whatever he sees in your expression makes his decision for him.
He takes a deep breath and focuses that intense gaze on you once more. Brushing his thumb over your cheekbone, he sighs out, "Because I wanted to kiss you, Sweetheart."
Caught off guard at the bluntness, though you really shouldn't be, it's Dabi, your breath hitches, eyes wide.
Dabi leans in a bit closer as he readjusts his hold on your cheek, other hand coming up to brush stray strands of hair away from your face. Gaze travelling from your eyes to your lips, and back up, he whispers, "Can I kiss you?"
You feel like you can smell sounds and hear colours as your brain reboots. When your brain finally catches up to what you heard, you just nod slowly, almost afraid to speak because you don't know what will come out, and you let yourself be pulled in closer.
Dabi leans in, and just as your lips brush, he hesitates, "Are you sure?"
You almost whimper. "Please"
Warm, mismatched lips, unlike anything you've ever felt before, meet your own in a hesitant, chaste kiss, neither trying to deepen it, just a firm press of lips. But in that moment, it was the best you'd felt in a long while, after wondering what his skin would feel like against yours, and you want to satisfy that burning curiosity to its fill now that you're allowed.
After only a few seconds though, you pull away, not wanting to be greedy. Though you nearly choke on a startled breath, because Dabi has other ideas.
He tugs you back in, hand sliding to the back of your neck and tightening his grip there, fingers tangled in soft strands, other hand sliding down your side to grip at your hip, firmly sealing your lips together, licking and nipping at your bottom lip drawing out a soft gasp from you, and slips a hot tongue into the seam of your lips. Dabi kisses like there's a wildfire writhing beneath his skin. His mouth, like the rest of him, is so unbelieveably hot and he tastes of alcohol, smoke and something sweet and you might just get addicted to that.
Licking into his mouth, you find the stud through Dabi's tongue and can't help the little breathy moan and laughter that pushes out. Held together by staples and he still can't resist adding a few more pretty pieces of metal.
You reach a hand up to wrap your fingers around the scarred wrist, your other hand tangled in and tugging lightly at midnight locs, and Dabi kisses you harder for it.
Calloused fingers create a trail of heat on your skin, up your back, and down your side under the loose shirt, as you pant out a little sigh into his mouth. Teeth nip at your already swollen lips before heated, mismatched lips trail down over your jaw to your sensitive neck, hot tongue laving over your skin, after brushing the hair sitting there back, while a scarred hand reaches up the loose shirt to pinch at your nipple through your bra, drawing out a breathy gasp.
Dabi continues his trail of kisses down to your exposed collarbone, nipping, licking and sucking at the skin, a hickey already forming there on the tender skin, then back up your neck, to your ear, where he nibbles and sucks at the earlobe before whispering huskily, "My room?", all while squeezing your hip and rolling your nipple between his fingers. And something unseen snaps within you as you agree, unable to do anything else, because you would love nothing more.
*****
You stumble your way to Dabi's room, barely able to keep your hands and lips from each other, making it take that bit longer than it should to get there.
Dabi slams and locks the door behind you, before pulling you towards his bed.
Though before Dabi could do anything, you push him back onto the bed with a palm to his chest, making him bounce slightly. Dabi quickly kicks off his boots before crawling backward on his elbows to get comfortable against his pillows, eyes trained on you, as the bed dips as you join him.
You swing your leg over to perch yourself on Dabi's lap, straddling him; your hands cup scarred cheeks, drawing him into a kiss.
Dabi had his turn at your skin, now it was yours.
Slick tongue laving over the scarred bottom lip, your let out a small hum of appreciation at the texture, before licking into his mouth to get more of that addictive taste.
Dabi allows for you to take the lead this time, perfectly content with his hands getting to explore and grope at smooth legs beneath the shorts, as he gets kissed stupid.
You let out a small, breathy moan at the feeling of heated, caloused hands squeezing and caressing your thighs; the contrast of your cool skin and Dabi's warmth making it that bit more prominent, as you grind down into his lap. The hardness you meet and the heated fingers now rubbing your throbbing cunt through your shorts, drag out a muffled whimper from you, as you suck on his tongue.
Dabi groans at the feeling of you grinding against him, tightening his grip on your thigh, hands heating up. Your whimper turns Dabi's brain a bit foggy, the sound going straight to his dick.
You nip at his lips once more before pulling back, a thin string of saliva still connecting you. One glance at lidded, hazed over azure eyes, long, thick lashes, flushed cheeks and shining, kiss swollen lips has you breathing out, "Fuck, so pretty.", before leaning right back in.
The kiss doesn't last as long as you would like, because Dabi pulls back, brows furrowed, blue eyes wide, glossy and gorgeous, and mumbles, "What? I'm not—" His voice is breathy and dazed, right before it hitches as you give a firm roll of your hips and he's so fucking pretty, fucking hell.
You trail kisses down the side of his jaw, to his neck, scars heated and rough, but pleasant and pretty all the same.
Stilling your hips, you raise your head from his neck, your molten gaze meeting liquid sapphires. Voice low and hot in your indignation and reverance, you rasp, "Pretty eyes," you kiss the corner of his eye, "pretty blush," a kiss to his heated cheek, "pretty smile," you kiss the corner of his lips, "pretty scars," a kiss to his scarred jaw, "pretty hands," you press a kiss to his knuckles, lips brushing the rings sitting there, "pretty staples." a kiss to the seam running across the back of his hand, "pretty fingers," a kiss to the pads of his index and middle finger, before letting them slip inside, tongue caressing and wrapping around them as you suck and lave at them.
"Doll—" His voice is all breathy and needy and sweet, and oh so pretty, but it would be even prettier if only—
You release his fingers with a pop, eyes lidded, lips now pressed against the scarred wrist, and murmur, "My name. You've got such a pretty voice too, Dabi. I wanna hear you say my name, baby.", the words pressed into the rough skin like a prayer.
And Dabi melts, not knowing where his confidence and control went, or how and when your positions actually switched, but more than okay with it as the words, and truth and reverance held in your gaze, settle over him like a featherlight blanket of adoration and warmth, and soak into his skin like a soothing balm.
And he obeys; uttering your name like a prayer and a plea, and you understand exactly what he needs as you kiss him slow and soft, savouring and worshipping his taste like that in itself is a deity.
One new thought pops into your mind that never really did before; part retaliation for earlier, part pure arousal and reverance.
'I bet he looks pretty when he cries too.'
Rocking your hips at the thought, you trail your way down the column of his scarred, sensitive throat, nipping, licking and sucking, cool lips pressing kisses into his skin like a stamp; even through his body heat, where your lips even ghost over, feel like a brand, and Dabi groans at your ministrations.
Every brush of your lips and stroke of your tongue is a new prayer.
Your hands trail up and under his loose shirt, cool fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake, as scarred, heated hands grip your hips and pull you flush against each other.
Feeling the heat of him through your clothes as you lick into Dabi's mouth, behind his teeth, you roll your hips against him, wanting another one of those needy little sounds against your tongue.
You get what you want just as your fingers brush against Dabi's nipples, and you now have a need to see more.
Tugging at the hem of his shirt gets your point across, Dabi's hands trembling minutely as he sits up and pulls the shirt up and off obediently, before dropping back onto the pillow.
And you outright whimper out a breathy "Fuck." at just the sight, because Dabi is a vision.
Midnight locs splayed out like a dark halo beneath him, glossy, cerulean eyes lidded and hazy, smooth, healthy skin flushed a rosy pink, contrasting beautifully with the rough, dark scars; the lean muscles across his chest and stomach rippling with every breath.
The light glints off of the staples holding him together and the added silver barbells speared through his dusty rose nipples you felt moments before. Your thumbs find those immediately, rubbing, pinching and rolling over them, the metal warm to the touch.
Dabi breathes out a moan, hips twitching and back arching up slightly into the touch.
Your eyes trained on Dabi, you slide down the length of his body, chest laying on his stomach, fingers still playing with his left nipple, and you lave the flat of your tongue over the other, before wrapping your lips around it, suckling on the bud, drawing out a muted whine from Dabi; a scarred hand flying up to tangle long fingers in your hair, the other gripping the sheet beside him.
You squeeze his right hip before bringing that hand up to the pert, wet nipple, mouth switching to latch onto the left, tongue flicking over the bud.
Dabi pants as he watches through lidded eyes; turquoise meeting yours.
You keep your eyes locked as you let go of the swollen bud with a wet pop, and slide down the length of his torso, trailing cool, open mouthed kisses as you go along the paths your hands caress, the muscles jumping beneath the heated skin.
You lick up the length of the pale hairs of his happy trail before dipping your tongue into his navel, and Dabi whimpers, hand tightening in your strands.
Laying flat on your stomach, ankles crossed, you thumb at his hip bones, dragging a hand down the side of the straining outline in his jeans. "Can I?" You press a light kiss to the tent, eyes locked on his.
Dabi nods and a small "Mhm.", is all he can manage to get out, and even that is breathy and choked.
Arousal coils hot and heavy in the pit of his stomach as he pants, breathing open mouthed and needy, and his breath hitches just a bit at the look you level him with. The focused, heated gaze piercing through him, pupils dialated, just a ring around them now, cheeks flushed, lips glistening and swollen, quirked up in a small smirk.
And Dabi thinks he might believe that you truly do think that he's pretty, because the soft, heated, reverant way your gaze lingers on him makes him squirm and light up and couldn't possibly be faked. And he wonders if you know that you're pretty too, with everything that you are.
He decides that you need to know if you don't.
As you begin to push yourself up to unbuckle his belt to pull down the pants, Dabi pushes the strands from your face, caresses your cheek with a thumb and murmurs, "Pretty." And you look up with an adorable deer in headlights look, about to say something, probably in refusal but then you see the soft look Dabi fixes you with, realizes that you'd be a hypocrite if you deny it when you're trying to get Dabi to believe you when you say it, so you just give him a small, soft, sappy smile, and press a kiss to his hip bone.
You tug down the jeans, Dabi lifting his hips to help, and pull it off, leaving him in just his underwear. Feeling overdressed, you pull your own shirt and shorts off, leaving you in just your underwear, panties soaked.
Dabi's legs fall open as you kneel between them. You lean up for a kiss, licking into his mouth and sucking at his bottom lip, before sliding back down; knees spread, you rest on your elbows, back arched.
Dabi bites his lip, cock twitching in its confines as his eyes drag over you, taking in the sight of the alluring expanse of your arched back, dotted with your marks, the curve of your ass in the panties, more prominent because of the tight material, and the sheer fact that you are kneeling between his legs.
You can see the outline of him, hard and twitching in his boxers. Dabi squirms under your scrutiny, and your smile turns sly and wicked.
You mouth at the thick bulge, just to be a tease, and smirk at the whispered curse you gain.
Deciding you've waited long enough for this, you pull the boxers down and off, freeing his erection and oh. His cock is long, thick, curved, veiny and pretty, because of course it is, but along with the flushed pink tip, there are three barbells running along the underside of it.
And obviously, you have to let him know. One hand on his upper thigh, the other gripping the length, you press a kiss to the inside of his thigh and mutter into the skin there, "Mmm, of course you're pretty down here too.", eyes locked on his, and slowly drag the flat of your slick tongue up the underside of his shaft, over the piercings and prominent veins, and press a kiss to the spongy, flushed tip, lips getting smeared in the pre that beads there. And Dabi whimpers, letting out a curse, fingers tightening around the strands of hair; hips shifting and cock twitching, at both the sensation and the praise.
You wrap your lips around the flushed head, dipping your tongue into the slit there, your eyes slipping shut and you moan around him at the taste, before swirling it around him. Your hand grips the base, thumb playing with the lowest piercing there, drawing out a hiss from Dabi, that breaks away into a moan; his hips twitching at the vibrations to his tip from your moans.
Wanting to see Dabi's expressions, you slowly open your eyes, holding his gaze as you slide down his length, the quirk warmed metal a pleasant added texture over your lips and tongue, and you want to feel them inside you, in the best way they can be; your pussy instinctively clenching around nothing, but first you want to taste him.
You reach halfway before bobbing your head a few times, sucking and hollowing your cheeks on your way up each time, your hand moving along the length your mouth doesn't reach, as Dabi clenched his eyes and teeth, chest heaving.
Saliva laves over his length and balls and the gluck gluck gluck that sound out as you bob, slurp and suck at his cock, wet and sloppy, has Dabi moaning out a curse.
You pull off, a string of saliva connecting you to his dick. Ducking further, you run your tongue along the crease between his balls, where your saliva leaves a sloppy path, before slurping one into your mouth and humming. You tighten your spit soaked fingers at the base of his cock as you feel it pulse in your grasp.
Dabi already feels blissed out and almost overwhelmed. And then you release him to lick your way back up and suckle on the tip before sliding down. And slide down even more, feeding more of his cock into your mouth. And then some more. And more, till you're deepthroating him, lips pressed to the base of the shaft, his cockhead kissing the back of your throat.
Dabi's eyes widen as he pants, sitting up; his hands frantically gather your hair up and back, to see.
At the sight that greets him, voice throaty and rough, Dabi breathes, bordering whimpering, out, "Fuck, baby."
Lidded eyes staring back at him, glistening and hazy, tears pricking at the corners; lips swollen and stretched over him, and cheeks flushed and stuffed full of cock.
Though you relax your throat to accommodate him, it still spasms around his cockhead.
That and the sight of you make his dick pulse, which you moan in response to, eyes rolling shut, causing Dabi's hips to jerk, as he hisses in a breath, and tightens his grip in your hair; digging blunt nails into the palm of his other hand, lest he comes immediately.
Your cunt throbs, neglected and aching to be touched, to be filled, but you ignore it for now.
Because you are on cloud nine.
The heavy weight on your tongue, the taste of him, the heady, musky scent from where your nose is pressed to the pale hairs, the noises that you draw out, the tightened grip on your hair and the blissed out expression on Dabi's face all accumulate, making you soar; eyes rolling back.
A steady moan, almost purr, resonates from your throat, as your tongue moves over him, rubbing against his sensitive piercings and Dabi's eyes roll back as that's almost too much. "Shit, Doll. I'm gonna come, baby." His voice breaks a bit on its way out as he tries to pull you off, but you have other ideas.
Your eyes peel open, gaze fixed on Dabi's expression, because this is definitely not a sight that you are willing to miss, as your hips sway tauntingly, like a cat preparing to pounce and get exactly what it wants; throat tightening as you swallow around his head and hum.
The vibrations shoot through him like lightning and Dabi comes, his vision whiting out as his eyes roll back, mouth falling open in an almost silent whimpered out moan, as his chest heaves from the mind numbing orgasm.
Dabi's cock spasms in your mouth as ropes of hot, thick come spill over your tongue and down your throat; you gulp it all down all while moaning at the taste and the vision that is Dabi coming undone.
Getting lost in the taste, practically drunk on it, your eyes go hazy as you keep on sucking and swallowing around him, almost like you're trying to milk him dry of every last drop, and Dabi squirms at the building discomfort of overstimulation setting in.
Becoming overwhelmed, his eyes sting, and pink tinnted tears prick the corner of his eye and stream down his cheek as you continue your ministrations.
Tugging at the strands still wrapped around his fingers, he hisses and whines out, "Mmn, stop, stop, too much."
It manages to get through the haze, somehow registering, and your eyes flick up to him as you let go of his dick with a wet pop, giving one last lick over the tip.
When you see the glistening, hazy eyes and dripping tears, you slide up his body, moaning as you kiss his cheek to stop the tears in its tracks, before licking up the path it created and whispering huskily into his ear, "Fuck, I was right. Pretty when you cry too.", before pressing a kiss below his ear.
The praise sends a jolt to his sensitive cock, dragging him out of his haze and Dabi grabs you by the side of your neck and pulls you into a searing kiss, licking into your mouth and tasting himself on your tongue.
Pulling away with a thin string of saliva connecting you, he notices the moist material of your panties, his hand dipping down and in, stroking along your clit.
You moan at the feel of hot fingers rubbing at your sensitive clit, as he dips down to your neck and nibbles a hickey into the skin there.
The sight and feel of Dabi's hot, pretty hands and fingers on you, and the added sensation of his ministrations on your throat send you over the edge within three strokes, almost choking on a gasp as your hips and cunt twitch and spasm.
Slick spilling over his scarred hand as you come in your underwear, Dabi strokes you until you whine, teasing you for all you're worth like you did moments before in small retaliation.
Dabi smirks as he gains back some of the control he had at the beginning of all this as he takes in the sight of you flushed and panting and he wants more.
He has the thought that you look delectable and he wants to taste you, and before he can even process the thought, he brings his hand up to his mouth and licks, heated eyes holding your widened, amorous gaze as he licks his hand clean.
Your pussy gives a pulsing throb, and you surge foward to capture Dabi's face between your hands and his lips in a fierce kiss.
Dabi gives as good as he gets, wet and sloppy, and you can feel him smirk into the kiss, and that kind of makes your brain short circuit, from both the action and the slight whiplash.
You pull away panting, hands trembling minutely, and demand, "Lube. Where is it?"
And Dabi's smirk widens, staples tugging and sharp canines on show, azure eyes almost glowing with their mix of heat and amusement and you damn near whimper because fuck he's so fucking hot.
You get your answer when Dabi tilts and nods his head to his left, towards the nightstand. "Top drawer."
You rumages around for a few seconds, and when you get it you throw it beside Dabi on the bed.
Without saying a word, you grab his hands and gently pull off all of his rings, depositing them on the nightstand. Dabi just watches you with a raised eyebrow and a smug, sexy smirk painting his lips. The clinks of the rings hitting the wood the only sound for the moment.
When finished, you quickly unclasp and slip off your bra and peel off your soaked panties, then turn molten gems back to him and grip his face with your right hand, tilting his head up to lock your eyes, and Dabi feels a shudder run through him at the sheer want held within your gaze. His teeth biting into his scarred bottom lip, small smirk still tugging the corner of his lips, he gazes up at you with lidded eyes.
"You're gonna stretch me open on your pretty fingers and then you're gonna fill me up with your pretty, fat cock and fuck me stupid. Sound good?" The heat that coated your words could rival Dabi's hottest flames and he felt his cock react before he could.
His voice was husky when he finally found it, lowly murmuring, "Fuck yeah, baby. Come here."
He pulls you back into his embrace, flipping you to be beneath him and sliding between your legs, where you brush against each other, as he captures your lips in another kiss, swallowing your moan at the slight friction.
He takes his time kissing and nipping his way down your jaw and neck, to your collarbone and chest, leaving marks as he goes. He sucks, bites and pinches at the sensitive nipples, playing and tugging at them until they're shiny, puffy and flushed, hot hands groping at the soft flesh of your tits, but not yet where you want him most.
He makes his way further down, pressing hot kisses and marks into your stomach and the V of your hips. Grasping your thighs in scarred, hot hands, he spreads you wide, exposing you fully so that he can let his eyes drag over your skin and feast.
And feast they did. The way your hair fanned out beneath you, hands raised and curled into a fist beside your head, body tensing in anticipation. Your eyes shining with hazy lust, cheeks and upper torso flushed; the rise and fall of your chest accentuating the swell of your tits and swollen, pert nipples and the hickeys and bruises littering your skin, marking you. Soft, sweat slicked legs, skin glowing like the light and life itself, spread to reveal and frame your pretty pussy, clit swollen and fat lips glistening with your arousal, framed by trimmed hair.
Lips stretched in an almost predetory grin, Dabi licks his canine tooth, the sight akin to that of a wild animal licking its chops. His cock hardening once more at the meal laid out before him.
You already feel floaty at the look in Dabi's eyes and then you float even more.
Holding your gaze, Dabi leans down to lick a stripe up and through the folds of your cunt and you moan lowly; the mix of the heat of his slick tongue, and the metal ball, sliding over your sensitive clit and finally having pressure on where you want him most making your hips jerk.
He buries his face in your wet heat; hot tongue slipping in and he groans at your taste.
It distracts you and you almost weren't prepared for the feel of the slick, warm finger rubbing circles around your entrance, replacing his tongue and you gasp as the finger dips in and curls.
Dabi drags his tongue up to circle your clit, the piercing enhancing every sensation, before sucking on it, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through you, as he thrusts his finger in and out, just teasing your insides, before pressing in another finger, eyes fixed on your expression.
You gasp and pant as you squirm at the stretch and slight burn, and the heat inside and on you.
Dabi's fingers are slender but long, and you keen as he scissors his fingers before finding your sweet spot and adding pressure there; the heat of his fingers adding to the pleasure, drawing out a whimper as you gush around his fingers and tongue.
Pressing in the third and final finger, Dabi releases your clit with a slurp as he curls and rubs his fingers directly to your sweet spot, massaging it; his other hand gripping at the soft skin of your thigh to keep you spread wide.
You whine, voice cracking on its way out, as your hips twitch and back arches.
"Mmn, fuck. I'm gonna come if you keep doing that." You pant out as you grind down on his fingers, fucking yourself on them; sheets already slick soaked.
You notice the wicked glint in Dabi's eyes as he grinds the pads of his fingers against that spot and you immediately start shaking your head, before he dives back in, lapping at your clit punishingly. You gasp and you shake as he messily feasts, fingers pumping deliciously.
Wiggling your hips to dislodge his fingers, you whine out, "No, no, I wanna come on your cock."
Dabi's cock twitches where it hangs, hard and heavy, his lips curling in a near snarl as he moans against you at your words. He pulls back and grits his teeth as he exercises restraint, lest he just fucks you into the bed like the wild animal he feels like at the moment.
Because you aparently look rather pretty when you're being adorably slutty for him.
Dabi takes away the pressure from that spot, but speeds up his thrusts, focusing on stretching you properly, as he kisses his way back up over your stomach, teeth grazing over your sensitive skin, and sucking and leaving marks as he goes.
Fingers still moving, pressing kisses into the underside of your breasts, his other hand trails up and wraps around your throat, the weight of it just holding you there without squeezing. Feeling you clench around his fingers when he did this, he takes it as the go ahead it is as he captures a nipple in his hot mouth.
When your lips part in a gasp of breath, Dabi smirks as he gives a small squeeze to your throat at the already fucked out expression on your face, to which you roll your hips.
"Fuck, that's enough. I'm ready. Fuck me." The bratty, whiney voice that Dabi knew and came to begrudgedly find fond amusenent in, now makes arousal coil hot and heavy in the pit of his stomach.
He releases you and pulls his fingers from your hole with a squelch, and you almost whine at the loss and the emptiness, but you hold back the sound, biting your lip.
Dabi straightens up, and you blearily peer up at him, taking in the heated gaze trained on you, the wide, smug, sexy smirk, canine tooth glinting wolfishly, and the way his chin glistens with your juices, and you suddenly feel very empty. You let out a breathy curse and spread your slightly trembling legs wide to remedy this, pussy throbbing when Dabi makes a show of licking his fingers clean, holding your gaze, before kneeling between your legs to hover over you; cock hanging hard and heavy, teasingly brushing just above your mound.
You wrap your arms around his neck, a hand fisted in raven strands, pulling him down to lick a stripe up his chin, to the corner of his mouth, tasting yourself on him, before slipping your tongue between his parted lips, as you moan into his mouth; Dabi goes easily, returning your eagerness with zeal, propping himself up on his elbows framing your head between his arms, your kiss slow, smoldering and sloppy.
Pulling back, he reaches back into his nightstand and pulls out a condom, thinking you wouldn't want the mess of it, or the risk for that matter, but instead your eyes narrow at it in thinly veiled contempt.
Before Dabi can tear it open, he finds himself flipped onto his back once again, with you grinding your dripping cunt against his hard shaft, slicking him up.
You lean in and press a kiss below his ear before muttering lowly, "No condom. I wanna feel you. Please?"
And how could Dabi resist that?
Throwing the condom somewhere he doesn't see with a flick of his wrist, he rests his heated hands on soft thighs and squeezes, "Fuck, anything you want, Baby."
You give him such a sweet smile, Dabi's breath hitches a bit.
Pouring lube into your hand, you sit up onto your knees and reach down to slick him up properly, especially those piercings, and line up your hole over him, the other hand holding you steady on his shoulder.
Sinking down slowly, your eyes momentarily roll back in ecstasy at the feel of his thick, hot cock stretching you so good, the piercings rubbing against your hole and walls in the best way possible and impossibly so much better than you imagined. Your eyes almost close fully but you force them to remain at least half way open so you can see Dabi's expression, and it was beautiful.
Dabi's brows are furrowed, jaw clenched and eyes hot on you, gaze dragging over your wanton expression as you sit on his cock fully, your hips flushed against each other. You clench around him, rolling your hips slowly as you adjust to the stretch and feel of him. Blunt nails dig shallowly into the flesh of your thighs, as Dabi holds back from thrusting up into the tight, raw heat of you enveloping his cock.
Shallowly panting, you place both hands on Dabi's chest and slowly lift yourself back up onto your knees, the drag of the piercings as you clenched even on your way up making you bite your lip. You relish in the hiss of pleasure it draws from beneath you before dropping back down, punching a breathy curse out of Dabi and a choked off gasp from yourself as it hits home on that spot.
You move slowly as you do it again and again, your thighs flexing as you work yourself up and down the thick cock inside you, clenching every time you move up as if to prevent the cock from being pulled out of you, your tits gently jiggling with each bounce.
You couldn't help glancing at where you were connected, and your breath hitches.
Dabi's groin is drenched in your juices, and you notice a slight movement on your stomach on each down thrust, and then you realize it's because you could see the bump of Dabi's dick in your lower abdomen as you fuck yourself on him. You throw your head back and moan low and long at the realization, simultateously bringing a hand to press on the bump and dropping down harder on the fat cock inside you.
Dabi moans at that, hands finding your hips in a firm grip and you feel like you're going to be branded at the heat of them, and the thought of that makes you grind a bit harder on your way down.
Biting your lip to supress the stupid, bordering feral grin that spreads as you gets lost in the feel of him was utterly useless, because you giggle, breathless and a bit hysterical in pleasure. You then promptly choke on your own spit and a gasp when Dabi simultateously thrusts his hips up to meet yours and pulls you down to meet him from the firm grasp on your waist.
Your eyes lock, gems meeting in a heated gaze, and something snaps a little in you both at what they see.
"Hah...hah..." You push your hair back with one hand, before you adjust to ride him in earnest. Picking up the pace, you and Dabi move as one as you fuck each other, your tits bouncing and swaying with every thrust.
The mixture of pure awe and hunger in your expressions shouldn't surprise either of you at this point but it does, and you both get overwhelmed in your own ways.
Dabi moves one of his hands back from your waist to grip at your ass, using the grip to further help his upward thrusts.
And you love the stinging of the tight, burning grip on your waist and ass.
You let out a low moan as Dabi's other hand slides back, grasps your other asscheek and kneads them both, before he spreads you.
"Fuck," you whimper out, dragging your nails down the healthy skin of Dabi's bare chest, "mmn...fuck me, fuck me, Dabi, please—"
The next thrust throws you off balance, making you catch yourself on the headboard, one hand gripping at Dabi's bicep as you bury your face in his neck to muffle your moans as you find yourself being roughly pulled down to meet the rise of his hips pounding into you, leaving you a gasping and moaning mess.
The firm grip on your ass holds you still as Dabi fucks up into you, the hot breath on your skin where Dabi whispers into your ear how good you feel around him, how good you are for him, pushing you that bit closer to the edge.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Dabi—" Eyes shut, you curse, whine and pant, as all you could do, all you could ever want to do, is stay still and take it.
You jolt when you feel Dabi's thumb circling against your clit; the combination of the heat and different textures both inside and on your sensitive flesh too much, and you go rigid, clenching down on him as your toes curl, a string of whimpered swears leaving you as you come, slick gushing out around and on him.
"Shit, so good, so—mmn— so good, fucking me so good, Dabi, baby—" You gasp and babble, damn near cock drunk and limp as you're fucked through your orgasm,
Dabi lets out a moan that breaks off into a whimper at the praise as his hips give a jerky thrust and you immediately zero in on it as you partially come down from your high.
As Dabi keeps up his near brutal pace and bruising grip, and the sting of overstimulation embraced, you lift your lips to his ear. "Such— ahn— such a good job fucking me, baby." You moan softly into his ear, voice thready. Dabi lets out a low groan and his cock pulses inside you. "So—hnn—so fucking good for me, hmm?"
"Mmm, Fuck Dolly." breathless and overwhelmed, Dabi groans as he impossibly speeds up, thrusts jerky.
Your fingers tangle in raven strands and tug. "Mmn, c'mon, my pretty baby. Want you to fill me up." You purr, voice shaky, before you press a kiss below his ear and sit up in his lap and clench as you roll your hips, wanting to feel him, heat coiling tight in your abdomen at the breathy moan Dabi releases.
Azure eyes go hazy as he gazes at you, before rolling back; his body going taut as he roughly pulls you down against him, grinding up into you as he releases his thick, hot come deep inside you.
"Fuck." He gasps out, mind blanking as his orgasm is drawn out as you milk his cock, clenching and unclenching around him.
Dabi looks fucking stunning as he comes, and that, along with the feeling of being filled up so, so good, with hot, thick come, has you spasming around him in another short peak, a shudder running through you at the feeling.
After a moment, you go limp, falling foward onto Dabi's chest as he relaxes back into the mattress, and you just stay there, panting for a bit.
You pass out there, Dabi's cock still inside you and a small, dopey smile on your face.
*****
You wake up clean but you feel sore and boneless, your legs especially jelly.
You also wake up warm, and you snuggle up into that warmth, and feel a hand in your hair.
Cracking open your eyes and looking up, you see Dabi looking back down at you with a soft smile and eyes.
He looks pretty, as usual, but this time it's a new pretty. A softer pretty.
"Morning, baby." He murmurs lowly, running his fingers through your hair, before leaning down to press a light kiss to your forehead.
You look up at him in wonder. The morning light filtering through the curtains hit his eyes that shine like gemstones through the inky strands of hair, and his staples that shine like flecks of moonlight itself, imbeded in and holding together a mosaic.
"So fucking pretty." You can't help muttering, almost whining, and Dabi snorts a laugh, trying and failing to hide it behind his hand, along with the pretty pink of his blush.
You melt as the warmth of Dabi consumes you from just your lips when you're kissed oh so softly after he returns the sentiment, because you grinning up at him, eyes shining like jewels and smile crooked and adorable is also so fucking pretty.
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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<
Summary: You are a brat. This is known, and there's no changing that anytime soon.
Dabi loves trying to fuck it out of you anyway, even if he wouldn't have you any other way.
Pairing: Dabi/F!Reader
Content Warning: Mirror Sex Rough Sex, Daddy Kink, Cockwarming, Dacryphilia, Praise Kink, Orgasm Control, Light Spanking, Begging, Creampie, Body Worship, Light Dom/Sub, Brat Tamer Dabi, Brat Reader, Submissive Reader, Dabi has Genital Piercings
Word Count: 5K
Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi
A/N: So this is a rewrite basically, kinda, since it's the same as my ShigaDabi fic by the same name in Ao3, just altered to suit.
My Ao3 is the same username if you wanna go there
My Masterlist
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There are many ways one could describe you. A menace, a gremlin, a brat. And you could attest to being those things occasionally.
Like today, when you decided to tease your boyfriend but then step just out of reach of scarred and stapled hands, grinning impishly as you did so, or pouting and complaining about Kurogiri not getting the right snacks, then ignoring your boyfriend telling you to knock it off, only apologizing after seeing the genuine displeassure on your partner's face, you could admit you were being a brat.
And you revel in being a brat, because being a brat gets you fucked stupid.
But you wouldn't exactly describe yourself as shy. You aren't timid, though maybe a bit reclusive and withdrawn, but you're not really shy.
Though there's something about being exposed and spread wide in front of a mirror that makes you shy away. You've had sex in front of a mirror before, but you mainly just saw your face or side profile, and even then you're usually distracted enough to not be that embarrassed.
This though, was very different.
Sitting on Dabi's lap is different in front of a mirror. Both of you completely naked, Dabi's hands holding your legs spread wide, showing your cock-stuffed cunt, his dick half hard yet still thick enough to spread you open, your face and chest flushed, brows pinched and eyes averted; only catching glimpses of the way you look in Dabi's lap by accident, the way your pussy lips are puffy and soaked in your slick, leaking around him, and you bite your lip in embarrassment.
This wasn't the plan.
You thought you'd be thrown onto the bed and fucked into oblivion until you sobbed, just how you liked it but no. After opening you up slowly, meticulously, on slick, long, heated fingers, edging you three fucking times, then sitting you on his cock, Dabi sat at the edge of the bed, holding you in his lap, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs to spread and torture you.
Dabi has you just sitting on his cock, not moving, not doing anything, while you leak around him like a fucking faucet, pussy throbbing from the teasing neglect. Just a warm hole for him to use.
"Such a pretty cock warmer, yeah?" Dabi says, grinning roguishly as he gives your thighs a quick, heated squeeze, spreading you impossibly further.
Your eyes clench shut as you bite the inside of your cheek to fight off the quiet whimper threatening to come out of your mouth, your fingers digging into the sheets beside Dabi's hips. You regret not begging when you should've. Why did you have to be such a stubborn fucking brat?!
"Not gonna look?" Azure eyes trained on your face in the mirror, he noses at your neck, murmuring. "Don't be shy baby, I'm just showin' you how good you look warmin' my cock for me, hm?"
You know this is both a punishment and a game. You've been a little extra mouthy and bratty to Dabi lately, so maybe this is what you get for being a little shit. To sit on his cock and be the good little hole that you are, warm and pliant. You try to shift, to get even the tiniest bit of friction, but your eyes crack open when the grip on your thighs tighten, definitely leaving pretty bruises in their wake, stilling you.
Catching a glimpse of your body in the mirror, you see how still you're being held, the exception being your heaving chest; your tits moving with every breath. You want to look away, but you catch Dabi's gaze through the mirror.
Dabi lets out a pleased, "Mmm, there we go.", when you finally look up into the mirror without averting your gaze again. "So fuckin' pretty." He breathes, mismatched lips pressing kisses into your neck, lidded gaze focused on you.
You quickly run out of the little patience you had. You don't want to just sit here, being teased and humiliated, not even allowed to touch yourself. It's not fair.
"Fuck me." You finally demand, voice shaky. Your hand grips at Dabi's thigh, your eyes hot and sharp. You just want to be fucked stupid dammit!
"No." Dabi says flatly, holding your gaze, eyes level and focused.
The refusal makes you go rigid for a second before your lips start to wobble, eyes shining with unshed tears.
"That's not how we ask for things." Dabi murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple as he sees the desperate expression on your face, before continuing. "My little brat needs to learn to behave. Learn some fuckin' manners."
You whimper as you try in vain yet again to grind down on the hot cock seated inside you, the most you manage is clenching around him.
"Mm, you just keep tryin' to suck me in. Tryna milk me?" You let out a moan at that, both of you feeling the way your walls tighten around the hardening cock inside you and Dabi's grin is sharp.
Dabi kisses, mouths and bites at the nape of your neck hungrily, his cock giving an enthusiastic throb as your hole twitches around him. Stuffed and untouched, with just his words and kisses, you feel like you could come with just a single touch to your clit, or even some friction.
Finally fully hard, nestled right up against your cervix, you feel your control and sanity about to snap.
You really just need to be pounded into the fucking bed.
"Please, Dabi. I'll behave, I'll—hnn— I'll be good, just fuck me, plea-se.", you beg, voice cracking as you whine and wiggle in Dabi's grasp but not able to move as much as you would like.
Dabi, being the tease and bastard that he is, doesn't give you what you want just yet, despite his cock giving an eager pulse, the sound of you begging too fucking good, going straight to his dick. You whimper and cry, saying whatever you need to, to make Dabi want to fuck you, losing your shame, but you still don't get what you want yet; Dabi just watches, massaging your thighs and chuckling lowly as your eyes well up with tears.
"Alright, Love." He finally gives in; his baby was so very polite and adorable after all. Lowering your legs between his, making you keep your thighs together, still sitting perfectly in his lap, he asks, "Think you've learned your lesson, Doll?"
Yeah, when I've been a brat but wanna get fucked asap, beg and ask for forgiveness asap! You nod obediently, outwardly docile and innocent; complacent.
Muttering "Use your words, and remember your manners." into the skin just below your ear, eyes pinning you in place, Dabi rubs his thumbs in circles where they rest on your inner thighs.
"Yes, Daddy, I'm sorry." You breathe, almost panting with anticipation.
Dabi hums. It's a pleased, low sound that makes the hairs on the back of your neck raise. He presses a kiss where his lips rest, murmuring "Good girl, Y/N." lowly in your ear.
You truly thought Dabi would finally fuck you now. Fat cock fully hardened, stretching your cunt so, so good, he throbs inside the gripping heat and you feel all of it.
Every inch, every vein, every bar of steel, every single pulse of hot flesh inside you, resonating like a brand from within you, and you need to be thoroughly split in half on that cock.
Grinding your hips impatiently, you go to immediately start bouncing on his cock, already halfway up, only for Dabi's left arm to wrap around your waist, his hand gripping your side tightly and pulling you back down to his lap, forcing you down even more than before, so his cock would stay deep inside your quivering hole, dragging a shaky moan from your lips, eyes clenching shut.
Dabi's other hand holds your face, fingers pressed into your cheeks, muttering "Watch.", making you look at yourself in the mirror. The tears gathered in your eyes finally fall as you moan weakly, your eyes pleading.
"Daddy, please," you sob out a whine, your voice high as your chest heaves with a gasp, holding your own teary, gaze in the mirror.
The hand holding your side loosens enough, just for some breathing room but not to the point where you could move, while the hand on your face doesn't let go, only shifts.
Hand now gripping your chin, middle finger stroking at a pulse point, thumb rubbing at your botton lip, he breathes, "See how pretty you look, Dolly?" Your lips part, tongue darting out to lick at the thumb, before Dabi slips it in to press at the wet muscle and pressing a kiss to your cheek, tasting the salt of your tears on his lips, when he gets a small nod and sound of agreement in response.
Though Dabi wishes for a more verbal response, he knows not to push you too much, not right now. All in due time.
For now, his good girl deserves to get what she wants. Because for all that you are a brat, you're Dabi's brat, and Dabi says his good girl deserves to be spoiled, though you do have to work for it this time.
"Now, I was gonna fuck you into the bed, but you were impatient. How 'bout you be a good girl and put on a little show for me, hm?" He rumbles, fingers caressing your side, cerulean eyes hot on your skin.
You nod in response, not really even wanting to be a brat anymore, not right now. Right now you want to be a good girl, Dabi's good girl, and to be fucked, and is rewarded with another peck to the cheek.
"C'mon, stand for me, baby." Confused, you comply with Dabi's guidance, brows furrowed. The confusion is quickly ignored as the drag of the cock within you, piercings catching on your entrance, sends a shudder through you, a soft "mmf" escaping your lips.
Dabi doesn't bother to hide the borderline feral grin or gleam in his eyes, just guides you to the side of the bed.
Sitting up against the pillows, he pulls you back into his lap and in for a deep kiss, full of tongue and teeth.
Dabi licks into your mouth languidly, his tongue tasting and branding you all at once, heated hands gripping at your thighs, so close to where they're wanted but not complying, before he looks up and over your shoulder as he watches his own scarred hands grab and knead at the soft flesh of your ass possessively.
By the time he pulls away with a shiny, thin string of saliva still connecting your lips, you're a quivering mess.
Giving your ass a firm squeeze, he says, "You're gonna turn around and watch yourself bounce on my cock since you were so eager, yeah baby?" You whimper, at both the touch and the words, nodding, and after getting a pat on your ass, you quickly oblige; turning around so that your back is turned towards Dabi once again, knees bracketing scarred thighs, feeling the pulsing hardness against you.
A quick glance at your reflection makes you hesitate, a shaky sort of embarrassment washing over you.
Dabi pours some lube over his erection before running his knuckles down your back, ghosting over your ass and to your thighs. “Alright,” he breathes out, settling a hand on your hip, giving it a gentle yet firm squeeze as he guides you to lift up, “You know what to do, Doll.”
Biting your lip, you shakily lift yourself up, letting the hands on your hips guide you until you feel the tip of Dabi's cock catch against your entrance. You sink down, one hand reaching back to guide the cock in, letting out a moan as the velvety head pops inside. You try to sink down faster, take all at once, because you're ready dammit, the embarrassment fading away back into want, but the hand on your hip tightens warningly, making you slow down.
Dabi makes you take it agonizingly slow, piercings poping in one by one, sending a jolt to your nerves in the best way each time, to the point you aren't even sure how long it took, only that you let out a mix of a sigh and a whimper when you're finally fully seated again, feeling Dabi's scarred thighs flush against you. Heated hands slide up and down your sides as he kisses below your ear, whispering a soft ‘Good girl’ that makes you clench around him with a shuddering moan.
“Whenever you're ready, Love.” Dabi chuckles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before giving your hip a gentle squeeze, and leaning back, left hand remaining to just rest on your hip, thumb stroking lightly where it sits, while he props his other elbow up beside him on the pillows.
With trembling legs, you lift yourself up, till just the head is inside you, before dropping back down. You moan loud and gasping as the fat cock spears you so, so deep in this angle, the feeling of piercings dragging against your walls so torturously delicious.
The carnal craving for more sets in and with your hands planted on Dabi's knees to hold yourself steady, you quickly repeat the movement, until you're fucking yourself properly, seeing stars with every bounce, your tits bouncing and swaying with your every move. And you try. You try so, so hard to be good, to look at your reflection, because it's what your Daddy wants, and you can feel the searing gaze on you, but you can't help as your eyes roll shut as you lean your head back against Dabi's shoulder as you focus on moving, despite the burning in your thighs, because it feels so, so good.
Dabi allows you the reprieve of basking for a few moments, before he thrusts up into you as he taps at your hip bone and says, voice low in your ear, "Eyes open." On a gasping moan, you obey, peeling your eyes open, as the authority in his tone sends a shiver down your spine.
And as your eyes land on you both once more, you couldn't help but clamp down and grind.
“Dab-, Daddy,” you whine, now unable to tear your eyes away from your reflection of the way your bodies move together. Your breasts bouncing, nipples pert and neglected; and your skin seems to almost glow with the glisten of the sheen of sweat with every movement, contrasting artfully against the mosaic of Dabi's scars, skin and staples; his azure gaze electric.
“Like what you see, Gorgeous?” Dabi asks, voice practically a purr, “Fuck, squeezin' me so good, sweetheart.”
You give a panting agreement, eyes drifting to and trained on where Dabi's hand travels down over your thighs, ghosting over your weeping pussy and neglected clit but still not touching. And you feel the all consuming need to be touched, to be groped, to be claimed.
"Please" The panting, whimpering plea drips from your lips like honey, thick and so very sweet.
And Dabi can't help but tease you, can't help but want to hear you beg. "Please what, Baby?"
"Plea—ahhnn— please touch me." Is the airy whine, fingers digging into the healthy skin of scarred thighs so you have something to hold.
You get a pleased hum in response, before letting out a breathy moan when you see and feel blunt, black nails dragging over the sensitive flesh of your thighs and the crease of your groin, left hand on your hip, right hand trailing up your abdomen and chest, ghosting over your pebbled nipples, to cup your jaw, turning it towards him as mismatched lips capture yours in a deep, wet kiss, tongue stroking and teasing over your own, pulling away with a wet pop to trail down, over your jaw and throat, leaving trails of warm kisses and a hot, slick tongue licking and laving along the expanse of your neck and shoulder, leaving nips, bruises and brands in their wake; you automatically lean your head to the side to give him better access, reaching a hand back to tug at the raven locks as you continue to rock your hips as the pleasure builds and builds and you're on the edge.
Everything is too much and not enough, feeling so, so good finally having his mouth and hands on you again and you want to come but you can't, not without permission.
"Oh fuck, please, please, I—hnn— I wanna come," Dabi's teeth graze along the sensitive skin of your neck, smirk wide and feral before sucking on your pulse as his hands wander in opposite directions and you shiver at the way scarred hands look moving along your skin, all deliberate and precise.
His left hand trails over your thighs, up your abdomen, and to your tit, where he cups and kneads it before rolling the nipple between his fingers, as the other hand drags down, ghosting over your throat and other nipple, lightly pressing on your abdomen, applying pressure to his cock from outside, before splaying his fingers, petting at your slick pussy lips, all while he meets your every thrust. And you shake, panting and moaning and drooling and grinding, a string of babbled pleas spilling out as you throw your head back, eyes rolling back.
They fly open again when you feel a finger ghost over your clit, but all you can manage are gasps and breathy little pants and groans. Licking up the line of drool from your chin to the corner of your mouth, Dabi mumbles into the skin there, "C'mon, dance for me baby." He sounds amused and teasing and it shouldn't be that fucking hot.
Biting your lip, eyes unfocused and unseeing, you start bouncing again in earnest, ignoring your burning thighs, your movements less coordinated and more desperate now with you so close.
“Fuck, look how gorgeous you are, Doll,” Dabi groans, dragging your attention back to the mirror, hand roaming over your chest, alternating between your nipples, tweaking and rubbing them, and groping at the soft flesh, the other still moving over your cunt. “Love this, don't you, Baby?”
You grind and writhe on his cock, tears streaming down your cheeks, at the praise and touch, and all you can manage in response is an absent, moaning, "hnng, Uh huh.", as the coiling heat in your stomach builds and builds.
On a particular thrust, right up against your sweet spot, grasping for words, you manage to choke out, "Too—hah—too much. Please, Daddy, need to come." and when Dabi just licks the track of tears with a moan and a muttered "so fuckin' gorgeous", the sound and words going straight to your cunt, a sobbing whine rips out from your throat, "Hurts"
“Fuck, alright Sweetheart,” He groans into to your ear as he thrusts up into you, hand gripping your chest, as he finally, finally strokes a finger over your clit firmly, growling, “I got you, Baby. Come for me.”
You get a last glimpse of yourself in the mirror, shaking, your face going slack, before you come with a sob, your head thrown back against Dabi's shoulder as your body stills and locks up; a string of babbled 'fuck, fuck, fuck, thank you, thank you, thank you's spilling from your lips, your mind whiting out. Distantly, you think you hear Dabi say something, something like a praise or a swear, could hear him moan while he continues to fuck up into you and use you, whispering against your ear how good you are, dragging out your orgasm, to the point it feels like your brain is oozing out of your cunt with every thrust.
Just as you're coming down from your own high, blinking away black dots, you see Dabi's eyes roll shut, his lips parted as he tenses and buries himself inside of you to the hilt as he comes with a deep groan. Letting out a breathy, whiny moan at the overload that is that sight, sound and feeling, you roll your hips and clamp down as you continue to be pumped full of thick, hot come, feeling thoroughly branded as you milk him.
Panting and dazed, mind slowly coming back to focus, your gaze rakes over your reflection. From flushed cheeks, to your own heaving chest, to where you're still connected and where you could see Dabi was still shallowly thrusting in and out of you, still half hard and creamy come spilling out the sides, before stilling, just buried and stuffing you full as you collect your breaths.
Dabi shifts to get the bottle of water from the nightstand, opening it and pressing it to your lips, coaxing you to drink and you oblige. When you're done, after drinking half, Dabi drains the rest, shifting again to put it back beside the bed.
But in his shifting, he jostles you, unknowingly making his halfhard cock grind against your sensitive walls and you startle at the jolt to your nerves.
Already not being able to really take your eyes off of your reflection, the stimulation makes your mind blank.
Dabi presses a kiss to your shoulder before settling his hands on your waist to lift you, to finally give you rest and love and care.
Swallowing dryly, you feel another wave of want wash over you.
You shouldn't.
You're tired, sore and full, but you want.
And you are a brat at heart. A cock dumb, greedy brat, and you want more.
Without thinking, you reach down to press a hand to your stomach, moaning as you could feel his cock move with the instinctive twitch of his hips, then trail down to where you're connected, rubbing at your joint flesh, fingertips now covered in your sticky juices, before pulling away, getting a questioning sound from Dabi.
Biting your lip, your gaze travels back towards the mirror as you again let your eyes drag over your bodies. With a small hum, you give a small roll of your hips, startling a quiet curse out of Dabi.
Your eyes meet in the mirror, Dabi scanning your expression. When all you do is bring your come soaked fingers up to suck and lap at them, hunger, want and pleading painted clearly on your face, he gives a sharp, wolfish grin in return.
Taking that as the assent it is, you tangle the fingers of your other hand in his hair and quickly turn your head so your lips could meet in a searing kiss. You feel Dabi immediately reciprocate, scarred hands fisted in your hair and roaming and groping along your flushed skin; slick, hot tongue laving over your lips before licking into your mouth, tasting himself, and you melt.
You feel his cock grow hard again within you, pulsing and twitching, and your legs go weak.
"Tell me what you want, Sweetheart. I'll give it to you.", Dabi murmurs against your lips, voice husky and reverent.
Eyes wide and pleading, looking hopeful and like you might cry again if you don't get what you want, you whisper, "Fuck me into the bed?"
Heated hands tighten in your hair and on your waist as Dabi wordlessly growls low in his throat, pulling you in for another firm kiss, before manhandling and maneuvering you, pulling you off of his cock with a squelch, and bending you over, pressing you into the bed.
On your chest and forearms, cheek pressed to the sheets, ass in the air, you shake with anticipation.
You hum a moan as Dabi rubs a thumb against your abused cunt almost possessively, stretching it and rubbing the spilling come into your slit like a claim, as he settles himself on his knees behind you.
Dabi slides both palms up your thighs and over the curve of your ass reverently, giving them a squeeze before his right palm meets flesh with a quick and sharp smack, just to watch it jiggle, dragging a gasping moan from you as you writhe at the sweet sting, hands fisting the sheets.
Kneading the stinging flesh soothingly, he spreads you, spitting right onto your twitching hole, the saliva mixing and dripping with the smeared spend. you gasp at the contrasting feeling, hips now swaying tantilizingly as you feel your arousal trickle down your thighs.
Left hand on your asscheek, spreading you open for him and gripping his length in the other, Dabi taps the head of his cock on your hole, not pushing in, just teasing it, rubbing against your folds and smearing the cum and slick there. At your hips pushing back, trying to get his cock in, and your sweet whining, Dabi presses just the head in.
And he gets exactly what he wants.
"Please, please, please, Daddy, more—", is the whining plea he's rewarded with for his patience, your voice laboured and so very wanton.
Your waist in a firm grip between his hands, Dabi presses in and out slowly, piercings dragging deliciously along your walls, and you moan long and low, before your voice chokes off in a gasp as Dabi snaps his hips foward again, flush against you.
As Dabi grinds into you there, you look up, at the mirror you momentarily forgot about, and you can't help but to clench around the fat cock splitting you, moaning out a breathy giggle in delirious pleasure at the sight.
Head thrown back in ecstasy, the column of his scarred, pretty neck bared, jaw clenched and sharp, muscles and abs taut, healthy skin, flushed and glistening with the sheen of sweat, contrasting prettily against the dark scars; staples gleaming in the light, and hands possessively gripping you, Dabi looks downright divine.
And when turquoise eyes open and pierce into you with a predatory grin, it should've prepared you for the next sharp thrust, but it didn't, and you gasp, eyes fixed on the sight of Dabi speeding up, drilling into you; your eyes roll back as all coherent thoughts are fucked right out of you, cock slamming straight into your cervix at a steady pace, a string of muttered 'yes, yes, yes's slightly muffled by the sheets, spilling from your drooling mouth.
Wanting to drag it out, Dabi slows down; fucks you hard and so very deep, dragging slowly out and quickly back in, over and over, grunting and moaning and groaning how good you feel, how nice and tight you are, how well you take him, how you're such a good girl for him, how fucking gorgeous you look, all as you sob and gasp and writhe under him at the sweet torture, clawing and grasping at the sheets like a life line; your body not knowing if it wants to run from the overwhelming pleasure or grind back against him for more, as your pussy flutters and gushes around him, creating a small pool of slick beneath you.
The sight of your back arched delectably, scattered markings on skin gleaming with sweat, and ass jiggling with every thrust, paired with usually fierce eyes, now soft, glistening gems, unfocused with lust and lost in pleasure, peaking through the curtain of hair splayed out like tendrils of silk, and kiss swollen lips parted, moaning and drooling, is ethereal and is almost Dabi's undoing. And it could very well still be. His hips jerk and speed up with wild abandon, pistoning into the pliant body beneath him, pounding you into the bed like you wanted, while pulling you back to meet his every thrust, as he watches the white, frothy ring of mixed come, lube and slick pool at the base of his cock and your hole.
If Dabi were to look up at your reflection, he would see a borderline beast, ravishing his meal with all the ferver of a starving wolf, eyes wild and teeth gritted in a feral mix of a snarl and a grin.
And when you clamp down on him like you never want him anywhere else ever again, cunt spasming and sucking him in on every thrust as you come untouched with a cry, soaking the sheets, Dabi can't help but follow, falling and curling over your back, left hand still gripping your waist, right holding his weight up, burying his face into the crook of your neck and his cock deep and grinding, painting your insides white yet again with a deep, gutural moan.
You stay like that, with Dabi inside you, his face in your neck, panting and basking in the afterglow for a few moments, before he presses a kiss to one of the marks left there on your neck and sits up.
He sighs almost dreamily as he takes in the sight of small shivers and aftershocks wracking your body, your pussy stretched and puffy around him, before slowly pulling out, shamelessly admiring the way his come drips out of the gaping hole, clenching around nothing, like it needs to be constantly filled.
He collects the dripping spend on two fingers before pushing it back in, getting a weak moan in response. Though, he pulls away after a few seconds, allowing his Doll reprieve, wiping his hands on the already dirtied sheets before gently turning you to the side.
You blink dazedly up at him, eyelids heavy and lips pouty. You look thoroughly, adorably fucked out, and Dabi couldn't help the soft, sappy smile that stretches across his face. And when he gets you smiling dopily up at him in response, arms stretching out to him, Dabi loves you impossibly more than he did yesterday.
He leans down to meet you, letting you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, then to your cheek, then to your eyelid, then to your forehead, before scooping you up and walking to the bathroom.
He'll get his baby nice and clean, warm and fed, then you'll go to sleep soundly in clean sheets, curled up around each other.
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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<
Summary: You think everything about Dabi is very pretty and you don't really know what to do with yourself.
Dabi gets all the love and praise he deserves, and you get a surprise.
Pairing: Dabi/F!Reader
Content Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Fingering, Oral (Both), Dacryphilia, Praise Kink, Light Choking, Creampie, Body Worship, Light Dom/Sub, Submissive Top Dabi, Power Bottom Reader, Dabi has Genital Piercings, Minimal Use of Y/N
Word Count: 9.8k
Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi
A/N: So this is very self indulgent and a rewrite basically, since it's the same as my ShigaDabi fic by the same name in Ao3, just altered to suit.
We Dabi Simps gotta eat ♡
My Ao3 is the same username if you wanna go there
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Joining the League of Villains was interesting to say the least. The lineup a teen vampire yandere, the most unhinged guy you've ever met keeping it together by a paper bag and a thread, a magician, a woman with a magnet the size of her attempted murder record, a Stain fanboy, a crusty gamer and of course a crispy frankenstein of a man held together with staples and spite.
They're all interesting to a degree, and all annoying to a degree, but Dabi is a special type of annoying. Always with a quip or retort to anything you say, always with an insult at the tip of his tongue, always with a way to get under your skin.
These make up most of your interactions with him and it makes your skin itch in irritation and annoyance, and your fingers twitch with the urge to wrap around that scarred neck and just squeeze.
Until it doesn't.
Until he's getting under your skin in another way.
A distinct underlying heat that matches his flames, making your skin itch with the urge to be soothed under calloused fingertips and mismatched lips, and your fingers twitch with the urge to instead touch and caress; the want to feel the contrast of soft skin and rough scars.
Dabi is a special type of annoying, but recently you've been having a hard time remembering that sometimes. This being one of those times.
You're all drinking in the bar, half blowing off steam, half celebrating not getting caught after a semi successsful job, though you and Dabi don't drink like the others, what with Dabi's quirk, as fire and alcohol definitely don't mix, and you just don't like the feeling of your focus being that distant.
And though Dabi isn't drinking as much, he's still playing a game of cards with Compress, Spinner, Twice and Magne, with Toga spectating for the most part, blood bag in hand with a straw, while Kurogiri is shining his glasses behind the bar counter and Shigaraki is in a corner booth on his switch. You're having fun all the same, especially with Twice and Spinner as drunk entertainment, drink in hand.
Deep laughter echoes out, rich, raspy and soot tinted, even over the uproarous laughter of the others, and your breath catches in your throat as you take in the sound and the scene.
Dabi, shining, azure eyes lidded and crinkled at the edges, and piercings and staples glinting in the low light, pulling taut with the wide smile curling mismatched lips. Head thrown back and neck a long line of rough scars that you want to lick and sink your teeth into, chest rising and falling with the breathy amusement.
Dragging your eyes away, you finish your drink and get another one because you weren't expecting to be thinking like that about Dabi of all people. Not expecting to think he looks pretty.
You ignore the lingering image of Dabi's smile burned into the back of your eyelids.
*****
It's after another half successful mission, when the thought comes back to you.
Trench coat folded in half and thrown over the back of the armchair beside him, Dabi stands talking with Compress, arms crossed. It makes the muscles in his scarred forearms flex a bit, the silver tungsten rings that decorate his fingers glint in the dim lighting. The pale, unmarred bit of his left cheek has a thin gash and unruly black hair frames his face imperfectly perfect.
The dark scarring beneath his eyes and the furrow of his brows make the pretty cerulean blue seem to burn that bit brighter, and his shirt is torn in some places.
He reeks of blood, sweat and smoke and you want to kiss him.
And oh.
You like Dabi.
And you don't know what to do with that.
*****
Later that week, sat on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, you don't really pay the League members milling around much mind.
That is, until you catch the disctinct sound of Dabi's bootfalls on the wood of the floor.
Not really meaning to, your eyes dart up and around until they land on him. And what a sight it was.
His head tipped back, arms raised above his head with his fingers interlaced, tilted a bit to his left and back in a stretch as he walks, allows for glorious things to happen.
Such as his belt not doing its job, causing his dark jeans to hang low on narrow hips, the waistband of his boxers peeking out. Loose, black tshirt ridden up exposes a sharp V line, which emphasizes prominent hip bones and frames a thin, pale happy trail, the dip of his navel, and a hint of abs, which flex along with the muscles in his arms.
You follow your self preservation insticts telling you to sink your teeth into your bottom lip and turn away, because something would've come out, all of which embarrassing.
Drool? A gasp? A moan? A....request? Who knows, all were possible options.
*****
The League is lounging around the bar again, some talking, some scrolling through their phones silently.
You and Dabi, sat beside each other, were a part of the latter category.
Deciding you need a distraction from the heady scent of smoke and strawberry lollipop and the image of Dabi's lips wrapped around said lollipop, you settle on listening to music.
Getting your pair of tangled earphones out of your hoodie pocket, you begin the careful, infuriating mission of untangling them without making it worse or bursting the wire.
Brows furrowed in concentration, you struggle for a minute, before it's snatched out of your hands.
"Wha—" you start, eyes snapping over to Dabi, but is quickly distracted when he pulls out the lollipop from his mouth, lips catching and lingering on it for a moment, before letting go with a quiet 'pop'.
"That was....one of the saddest things I've ever witnessed." Dabi says, expression a mix of pitying and amused.
Your brain takes a moment to reboot before you process that Dabi is now untangling the cord for you, lollipop back in his mouth, poking out his cheek.
Drawing in a breath, you begin to ask, "Why—"
"Shh. T'was sad.", was Dabi's slightly slurred reply, the lollipop affecting his speech.
You, in your confused, horny loss of words, look down in a slight daze at where Dabi's slender, pretty, dexterous fingers, decorated in his pretty rings and painted nails, meticulously work through the knots and tangles in your earphones, and your mind wanders.
And after, when your untangled earphones are returned to you, and you mutter out a thanks, plugging it in, music now blaring in your ears, all you could think about was the contrast of Dabi's strawberry red stained top lip and scarred bottom lip, how they looked wrapping back around the lollipop, how they would taste, and how his pretty, pretty fingers would look and feel on your tongue, around your throat, on your skin and inside of you.
*****
What you don't know, or even consider, is that Dabi watches you from the corner of his eye, entralled gaze dragging from your pretty eyes shining from the phone screen to the small pout of your lips, to the line of your neck and the tips of your hair brushing against your ears.
*****
Remember when you said Dabi was a special type of annoying but it was hard to remember sometimes? Yeah, this is not one of those times.
You planned to sit peacefully binging one of your favourite shows in your room, as the rest of the League were all out doing whatever they did when they weren't at the bar and didn't have a mission.
All except Dabi.
"I think that's my shirt."
Stepping out of your bathroom, towel draped over your head, you startle at the unexpected, familiar voice of Dabi in your previously empty room.
Eyes snapping up to see him lounging on your small couch like it's his, his coat thrown over the back, you roll your eyes before the words process.
You pause, then look down at the white t-shirt you'd just thrown on without looking too hard. Blinking, you pull at the hem of the shirt, realizing it's a bit baggier than usual, before looking back up at Dabi with an awkward tilt to your lips.
Now aware, the shirt hangs low enough to show your collarbone and shoulder.
"Oh." You say, sheepish.
You feel your face burn and hopes it doesn't show as prominently as it feels.
Dabi's expression slowly shifting into a smirk takes your hope out back and shoots it dead.
"S'fine." He shrugs, smirk still in place, tugging lightly at his staples, eyes lazily dragging over your exposed collarbone and shoulder, then down to where the hem of the shirt reaches just below your black shorts. "Keep it, looks good."
You short circuit for a moment, before flushing.
You walk over to your nightstand, slipping on a pair of flipflops, and grab your brush, grumbling to hopefuly distract from your flustered state, "What are you even doing here?"
"I'm bored." he grins, cheeky and adorable, and you have to turn away, fighting to not flush even more.
You brush out whatever tangles you have in your hair, before tying it in a low, loose bun, strands at the sides framing your face, all while ignoring the eyes you can feel on your skin and the goosebumps that raise there in response.
Dabi sits up when you gesture for him to move over and you sit in relatively comfortable silence, the sounds from the show on the television filling the space, with Dabi scrolling through his phone, occasionally glancing up at the TV screen.
Which would be fine if his presence wasn't so fucking distracting, to the point that the only reason you even have an inkling of what the fuck is going on is that you've seen this show before.
He's in his usual loose, white tshirt, jeans and boots, nails seemingly freshly painted a shiny, sleek black, rings adorning his pretty fingers, chain hung low around his neck, pendant disappearing beneath the tshirt between toned pecs. The end of his belt hangs between his spread legs, right arm stretched out along the back of the couch behind you, fingers silently tapping a pattern, phone in his left hand, elbow on the armrest and he smells of smoke and sandalwood.
You never thought you'd be jealous of the end of a belt, yet here you are.
You try your best to not tense or outwardly show any of your thoughts, which is distracting, and so you don't see the fucking beetle flying towards you until it's directly in front of your face, so of course you screech, which then causes the sexy fucker to laugh at you, as you swat it away; the little shit thankfully flying out of your room.
Your eyes stay trained on where it left as the sound of Dabi's laughter washes over you. His laugh is rough and smokey and pretty, just like the rest of him, and you can't help but feel warm and gooey at the sound even though you're the one being laughed at.
"Damn, didn't know all it took to spook ya was a tiny bug." The asshole says, snickering.
You turn away from where the bug flew out to Dabi, to glare at him, because that fucker was not tiny, thank you very much, only to have to use all your willpower to not immediately combust on the spot, because he's smirking enough to show off sharp canines, eyes lidded and on you. He looks smug, and it's infuriating, and it's pretty, and you wants those teeth sunk into your throat.
That last thought has you subconciously chewing on your lip, fingers twisting and pulling at each other.
You roll your eyes, fighting back your blush with a broom at this point, but whatever you were going to say gets caught in your throat when Dabi leans over and grabs your wrist, phone now in his lap.
His touch is heated, almost burning, but you don't say anything as Dabi tugs your hands away from each other, examining it with an unreadable expression.
"You really gotta stop doin' that, Doll." He tilts his head down to inspect your fingers, then looks back up at you through his lashes, eyes electric.
The tips of your ears burn as you clench your jaw, lest you gape.
You swallow thickly and Dabi's eyes dart down to your throat at the movement, an odd glint in his eyes that makes you feel like prey in the best of ways. The thought makes you flush even harder, to the point where you can feel the warmth of the blush reach all the way down your neck, below the baggy tshirt.
Given the way he slowly drags his eyes down the column of your neck before tracing your collarbone with his gaze, Dabi notices too.
He licks his lips before glancing up to meet your eyes with what appears to be uncertainty, hesitating for a moment.
Your breath stutters in your chest, pulse beneath Dabi's fingertips racing as you see him begin to slowly lean in, but he's interrupted by the door of the room slamming open.
You yank your hand away from Dabi as if you'd been scorched, turning sharply to the door.
"Y/N~!" Toga sings, skipping into the room. "Wanna come play games with us?~"
"Um, no thanks, Toga, not now. I'm in the middle of something." You force out, gesturing to the TV screen, taking a breath and willing your blush to go away.
"Aww, please~?" Toga pouts. "We're all playing! Even Dabi! Right, Dabi?" She turns her puppy eyes to him, to which he looks at her flatly.
"No."
"Booo~" Her cheeks puff
"Maybe later." You mutter, taking a glance at Dabi, who's hand is now clenched back around his phone, looking away from you and at his black screen instead, with a neutral expression.
Toga doesn't move for a bit, still pouting at first but then looks between the two of you and her expression turns into something sly.
"...Did I interrupt anything?~"
"No." You answer, a bit too quickly to be convincing, while Dabi scoffs and waves her off. You glance at him, teeth clenched, before quickly looking away, fingers twisting together again.
"You didn't interrupt anythin', Leech." Dabi says plainly, stretching his arms out casually, "I was just teasin' Dolly again. You know how much fun she is to annoy." He snickers and your eyes snap back up, jaw clenched as tight as your chest, cheeks and eyes burning, just a bit.
Oh.
Of course.
Obviously Dabi was just messing with you.
"Get out." You mumble, averting your eyes to the abandoned television, throat just a bit tight, before adding, "Both of you." In the corner of your eye you see something flicker across Dabi's face, something resembling regret if you want to be wishful, but then he clicks his tongue and pushes off the couch.
Grabbing up his coat from the back of the couch, he says, "Come on, Leech. Let's go play." He ruffles her hair as he passes her on his way out the door, left hand stuffed into his pocket, not a glance back.
Toga watches you silently for a second, but relents when you pick up the remote to turn up the volume. "Hmm, okay. Later~!" She says skipping out, thankfully closing the door behind her.
Room once again empty, with no one there to see, you clench your eyes shut, willing the burning to go away.
Dabi's touch had been so warm.
*****
Deciding to put whatever the fuck that was that happened between you and Dabi in a box and lock it up, you eventually make your way out two hours later to join in on Toga's invitation, not bothering to change from earlier, though your hair is now loose again.
You don't join in on the games, choosing to sit at the bar silently, sipping at a glass of something strong and sweet, spinning your stool occasionally as you watch them play.
They drink and play and laugh for a few more hours, before they eventually start filing out, to either go up to their rooms or back to their appartments they might still have, until it's just you at the bar and Dabi coming up behind you, heavy bootfalls the most obvious indicator and you force yourself to not tense at the heat at your back, taking another sip that you no longer taste.
Taking a seat on a stool to your left, long fingers, nails painted black, wrapped around his empty glass, Dabi reaches for the bottle you were drinking from, coincidently the same thing he was drinking before, and pouring himself another glass, and a little more into your own.
"So. What's up?" He takes a sip before continuing at your raised eyebrow. "Been lookin' over all night. Figured you had sometin' to say. So?"
Fuck, were you that obvious? It wasn't even really a conscious effort most of the time.
You avert your eyes and take a sip to avoid talking for a moment and to think of something to say. It's a real shame that being in close proximity to the pretty blue, distracting eyes trained on you and the walking heater they belong to melted your brain cells, so you just settle on, "It's nothing."
You sit in silence for a bit, with Dabi looking at you with an unreadable expression.
After a few minutes, Dabi is the one that breaks the silence. "Listen, 'bout earlier....I didn't mean—" but you cut him off before he can continue, because you don't need to hear that he was just teasing you twice.
"Yeah, I know. I heard you." You mutter, downing the last bit in your glass then reaching for the bottle for more.
Dabi grabs it before you can and sets it farther away from your reach, ignoring the glare sent his way.
"No, I didn't mean that, Doll." Dabi cups your cheek in a warm palm, turning you to face him. Your eyes widen at the look Dabi levels you with. You hide the way your hands tremble at the intensity and focus that drench that look, picking at your fingernails.
"I meant..... I didn't mean that I was just teasin' you. I....was a nervous dumbass and I'm sorry."
You slowly blink at him, trying to process the words that sound like another language to you.
You eventually gather your braincells enough to form a coherant thought and response.
"You......why were you nervous?" You aren't usually hopeful about much things these days, but you couldn't help it in that moment.
Dabi's hand twitches minutely where it still rests on your cheek, and he bites his bottom lip, avoiding your gaze as he seems to consider if he should say. When he glances back at you, whatever he sees in your expression makes his decision for him.
He takes a deep breath and focuses that intense gaze on you once more. Brushing his thumb over your cheekbone, he sighs out, "Because I wanted to kiss you, Sweetheart."
Caught off guard at the bluntness, though you really shouldn't be, it's Dabi, your breath hitches, eyes wide.
Dabi leans in a bit closer as he readjusts his hold on your cheek, other hand coming up to brush stray strands of hair away from your face. Gaze travelling from your eyes to your lips, and back up, he whispers, "Can I kiss you?"
You feel like you can smell sounds and hear colours as your brain reboots. When your brain finally catches up to what you heard, you just nod slowly, almost afraid to speak because you don't know what will come out, and you let yourself be pulled in closer.
Dabi leans in, and just as your lips brush, he hesitates, "Are you sure?"
You almost whimper. "Please"
Warm, mismatched lips, unlike anything you've ever felt before, meet your own in a hesitant, chaste kiss, neither trying to deepen it, just a firm press of lips. But in that moment, it was the best you'd felt in a long while, after wondering what his skin would feel like against yours, and you want to satisfy that burning curiosity to its fill now that you're allowed.
After only a few seconds though, you pull away, not wanting to be greedy. Though you nearly choke on a startled breath, because Dabi has other ideas.
He tugs you back in, hand sliding to the back of your neck and tightening his grip there, fingers tangled in soft strands, other hand sliding down your side to grip at your hip, firmly sealing your lips together, licking and nipping at your bottom lip drawing out a soft gasp from you, and slips a hot tongue into the seam of your lips. Dabi kisses like there's a wildfire writhing beneath his skin. His mouth, like the rest of him, is so unbelieveably hot and he tastes of alcohol, smoke and something sweet and you might just get addicted to that.
Licking into his mouth, you find the stud through Dabi's tongue and can't help the little breathy moan and laughter that pushes out. Held together by staples and he still can't resist adding a few more pretty pieces of metal.
You reach a hand up to wrap your fingers around the scarred wrist, your other hand tangled in and tugging lightly at midnight locs, and Dabi kisses you harder for it.
Calloused fingers create a trail of heat on your skin, up your back, and down your side under the loose shirt, as you pant out a little sigh into his mouth. Teeth nip at your already swollen lips before heated, mismatched lips trail down over your jaw to your sensitive neck, hot tongue laving over your skin, after brushing the hair sitting there back, while a scarred hand reaches up the loose shirt to pinch at your nipple through your bra, drawing out a breathy gasp.
Dabi continues his trail of kisses down to your exposed collarbone, nipping, licking and sucking at the skin, a hickey already forming there on the tender skin, then back up your neck, to your ear, where he nibbles and sucks at the earlobe before whispering huskily, "My room?", all while squeezing your hip and rolling your nipple between his fingers. And something unseen snaps within you as you agree, unable to do anything else, because you would love nothing more.
*****
You stumble your way to Dabi's room, barely able to keep your hands and lips from each other, making it take that bit longer than it should to get there.
Dabi slams and locks the door behind you, before pulling you towards his bed.
Though before Dabi could do anything, you push him back onto the bed with a palm to his chest, making him bounce slightly. Dabi quickly kicks off his boots before crawling backward on his elbows to get comfortable against his pillows, eyes trained on you, as the bed dips as you join him.
You swing your leg over to perch yourself on Dabi's lap, straddling him; your hands cup scarred cheeks, drawing him into a kiss.
Dabi had his turn at your skin, now it was yours.
Slick tongue laving over the scarred bottom lip, your let out a small hum of appreciation at the texture, before licking into his mouth to get more of that addictive taste.
Dabi allows for you to take the lead this time, perfectly content with his hands getting to explore and grope at smooth legs beneath the shorts, as he gets kissed stupid.
You let out a small, breathy moan at the feeling of heated, caloused hands squeezing and caressing your thighs; the contrast of your cool skin and Dabi's warmth making it that bit more prominent, as you grind down into his lap. The hardness you meet and the heated fingers now rubbing your throbbing cunt through your shorts, drag out a muffled whimper from you, as you suck on his tongue.
Dabi groans at the feeling of you grinding against him, tightening his grip on your thigh, hands heating up. Your whimper turns Dabi's brain a bit foggy, the sound going straight to his dick.
You nip at his lips once more before pulling back, a thin string of saliva still connecting you. One glance at lidded, hazed over azure eyes, long, thick lashes, flushed cheeks and shining, kiss swollen lips has you breathing out, "Fuck, so pretty.", before leaning right back in.
The kiss doesn't last as long as you would like, because Dabi pulls back, brows furrowed, blue eyes wide, glossy and gorgeous, and mumbles, "What? I'm not—" His voice is breathy and dazed, right before it hitches as you give a firm roll of your hips and he's so fucking pretty, fucking hell.
You trail kisses down the side of his jaw, to his neck, scars heated and rough, but pleasant and pretty all the same.
Stilling your hips, you raise your head from his neck, your molten gaze meeting liquid sapphires. Voice low and hot in your indignation and reverance, you rasp, "Pretty eyes," you kiss the corner of his eye, "pretty blush," a kiss to his heated cheek, "pretty smile," you kiss the corner of his lips, "pretty scars," a kiss to his scarred jaw, "pretty hands," you press a kiss to his knuckles, lips brushing the rings sitting there, "pretty staples." a kiss to the seam running across the back of his hand, "pretty fingers," a kiss to the pads of his index and middle finger, before letting them slip inside, tongue caressing and wrapping around them as you suck and lave at them.
"Doll—" His voice is all breathy and needy and sweet, and oh so pretty, but it would be even prettier if only—
You release his fingers with a pop, eyes lidded, lips now pressed against the scarred wrist, and murmur, "My name. You've got such a pretty voice too, Dabi. I wanna hear you say my name, baby.", the words pressed into the rough skin like a prayer.
And Dabi melts, not knowing where his confidence and control went, or how and when your positions actually switched, but more than okay with it as the words, and truth and reverance held in your gaze, settle over him like a featherlight blanket of adoration and warmth, and soak into his skin like a soothing balm.
And he obeys; uttering your name like a prayer and a plea, and you understand exactly what he needs as you kiss him slow and soft, savouring and worshipping his taste like that in itself is a deity.
One new thought pops into your mind that never really did before; part retaliation for earlier, part pure arousal and reverance.
'I bet he looks pretty when he cries too.'
Rocking your hips at the thought, you trail your way down the column of his scarred, sensitive throat, nipping, licking and sucking, cool lips pressing kisses into his skin like a stamp; even through his body heat, where your lips even ghost over, feel like a brand, and Dabi groans at your ministrations.
Every brush of your lips and stroke of your tongue is a new prayer.
Your hands trail up and under his loose shirt, cool fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake, as scarred, heated hands grip your hips and pull you flush against each other.
Feeling the heat of him through your clothes as you lick into Dabi's mouth, behind his teeth, you roll your hips against him, wanting another one of those needy little sounds against your tongue.
You get what you want just as your fingers brush against Dabi's nipples, and you now have a need to see more.
Tugging at the hem of his shirt gets your point across, Dabi's hands trembling minutely as he sits up and pulls the shirt up and off obediently, before dropping back onto the pillow.
And you outright whimper out a breathy "Fuck." at just the sight, because Dabi is a vision.
Midnight locs splayed out like a dark halo beneath him, glossy, cerulean eyes lidded and hazy, smooth, healthy skin flushed a rosy pink, contrasting beautifully with the rough, dark scars; the lean muscles across his chest and stomach rippling with every breath.
The light glints off of the staples holding him together and the added silver barbells speared through his dusty rose nipples you felt moments before. Your thumbs find those immediately, rubbing, pinching and rolling over them, the metal warm to the touch.
Dabi breathes out a moan, hips twitching and back arching up slightly into the touch.
Your eyes trained on Dabi, you slide down the length of his body, chest laying on his stomach, fingers still playing with his left nipple, and you lave the flat of your tongue over the other, before wrapping your lips around it, suckling on the bud, drawing out a muted whine from Dabi; a scarred hand flying up to tangle long fingers in your hair, the other gripping the sheet beside him.
You squeeze his right hip before bringing that hand up to the pert, wet nipple, mouth switching to latch onto the left, tongue flicking over the bud.
Dabi pants as he watches through lidded eyes; turquoise meeting yours.
You keep your eyes locked as you let go of the swollen bud with a wet pop, and slide down the length of his torso, trailing cool, open mouthed kisses as you go along the paths your hands caress, the muscles jumping beneath the heated skin.
You lick up the length of the pale hairs of his happy trail before dipping your tongue into his navel, and Dabi whimpers, hand tightening in your strands.
Laying flat on your stomach, ankles crossed, you thumb at his hip bones, dragging a hand down the side of the straining outline in his jeans. "Can I?" You press a light kiss to the tent, eyes locked on his.
Dabi nods and a small "Mhm.", is all he can manage to get out, and even that is breathy and choked.
Arousal coils hot and heavy in the pit of his stomach as he pants, breathing open mouthed and needy, and his breath hitches just a bit at the look you level him with. The focused, heated gaze piercing through him, pupils dialated, just a ring around them now, cheeks flushed, lips glistening and swollen, quirked up in a small smirk.
And Dabi thinks he might believe that you truly do think that he's pretty, because the soft, heated, reverant way your gaze lingers on him makes him squirm and light up and couldn't possibly be faked. And he wonders if you know that you're pretty too, with everything that you are.
He decides that you need to know if you don't.
As you begin to push yourself up to unbuckle his belt to pull down the pants, Dabi pushes the strands from your face, caresses your cheek with a thumb and murmurs, "Pretty." And you look up with an adorable deer in headlights look, about to say something, probably in refusal but then you see the soft look Dabi fixes you with, realizes that you'd be a hypocrite if you deny it when you're trying to get Dabi to believe you when you say it, so you just give him a small, soft, sappy smile, and press a kiss to his hip bone.
You tug down the jeans, Dabi lifting his hips to help, and pull it off, leaving him in just his underwear. Feeling overdressed, you pull your own shirt and shorts off, leaving you in just your underwear, panties soaked.
Dabi's legs fall open as you kneel between them. You lean up for a kiss, licking into his mouth and sucking at his bottom lip, before sliding back down; knees spread, you rest on your elbows, back arched.
Dabi bites his lip, cock twitching in its confines as his eyes drag over you, taking in the sight of the alluring expanse of your arched back, dotted with your marks, the curve of your ass in the panties, more prominent because of the tight material, and the sheer fact that you are kneeling between his legs.
You can see the outline of him, hard and twitching in his boxers. Dabi squirms under your scrutiny, and your smile turns sly and wicked.
You mouth at the thick bulge, just to be a tease, and smirk at the whispered curse you gain.
Deciding you've waited long enough for this, you pull the boxers down and off, freeing his erection and oh. His cock is long, thick, curved, veiny and pretty, because of course it is, but along with the flushed pink tip, there are three barbells running along the underside of it.
And obviously, you have to let him know. One hand on his upper thigh, the other gripping the length, you press a kiss to the inside of his thigh and mutter into the skin there, "Mmm, of course you're pretty down here too.", eyes locked on his, and slowly drag the flat of your slick tongue up the underside of his shaft, over the piercings and prominent veins, and press a kiss to the spongy, flushed tip, lips getting smeared in the pre that beads there. And Dabi whimpers, letting out a curse, fingers tightening around the strands of hair; hips shifting and cock twitching, at both the sensation and the praise.
You wrap your lips around the flushed head, dipping your tongue into the slit there, your eyes slipping shut and you moan around him at the taste, before swirling it around him. Your hand grips the base, thumb playing with the lowest piercing there, drawing out a hiss from Dabi, that breaks away into a moan; his hips twitching at the vibrations to his tip from your moans.
Wanting to see Dabi's expressions, you slowly open your eyes, holding his gaze as you slide down his length, the quirk warmed metal a pleasant added texture over your lips and tongue, and you want to feel them inside you, in the best way they can be; your pussy instinctively clenching around nothing, but first you want to taste him.
You reach halfway before bobbing your head a few times, sucking and hollowing your cheeks on your way up each time, your hand moving along the length your mouth doesn't reach, as Dabi clenched his eyes and teeth, chest heaving.
Saliva laves over his length and balls and the gluck gluck gluck that sound out as you bob, slurp and suck at his cock, wet and sloppy, has Dabi moaning out a curse.
You pull off, a string of saliva connecting you to his dick. Ducking further, you run your tongue along the crease between his balls, where your saliva leaves a sloppy path, before slurping one into your mouth and humming. You tighten your spit soaked fingers at the base of his cock as you feel it pulse in your grasp.
Dabi already feels blissed out and almost overwhelmed. And then you release him to lick your way back up and suckle on the tip before sliding down. And slide down even more, feeding more of his cock into your mouth. And then some more. And more, till you're deepthroating him, lips pressed to the base of the shaft, his cockhead kissing the back of your throat.
Dabi's eyes widen as he pants, sitting up; his hands frantically gather your hair up and back, to see.
At the sight that greets him, voice throaty and rough, Dabi breathes, bordering whimpering, out, "Fuck, baby."
Lidded eyes staring back at him, glistening and hazy, tears pricking at the corners; lips swollen and stretched over him, and cheeks flushed and stuffed full of cock.
Though you relax your throat to accommodate him, it still spasms around his cockhead.
That and the sight of you make his dick pulse, which you moan in response to, eyes rolling shut, causing Dabi's hips to jerk, as he hisses in a breath, and tightens his grip in your hair; digging blunt nails into the palm of his other hand, lest he comes immediately.
Your cunt throbs, neglected and aching to be touched, to be filled, but you ignore it for now.
Because you are on cloud nine.
The heavy weight on your tongue, the taste of him, the heady, musky scent from where your nose is pressed to the pale hairs, the noises that you draw out, the tightened grip on your hair and the blissed out expression on Dabi's face all accumulate, making you soar; eyes rolling back.
A steady moan, almost purr, resonates from your throat, as your tongue moves over him, rubbing against his sensitive piercings and Dabi's eyes roll back as that's almost too much. "Shit, Doll. I'm gonna come, baby." His voice breaks a bit on its way out as he tries to pull you off, but you have other ideas.
Your eyes peel open, gaze fixed on Dabi's expression, because this is definitely not a sight that you are willing to miss, as your hips sway tauntingly, like a cat preparing to pounce and get exactly what it wants; throat tightening as you swallow around his head and hum.
The vibrations shoot through him like lightning and Dabi comes, his vision whiting out as his eyes roll back, mouth falling open in an almost silent whimpered out moan, as his chest heaves from the mind numbing orgasm.
Dabi's cock spasms in your mouth as ropes of hot, thick come spill over your tongue and down your throat; you gulp it all down all while moaning at the taste and the vision that is Dabi coming undone.
Getting lost in the taste, practically drunk on it, your eyes go hazy as you keep on sucking and swallowing around him, almost like you're trying to milk him dry of every last drop, and Dabi squirms at the building discomfort of overstimulation setting in.
Becoming overwhelmed, his eyes sting, and pink tinnted tears prick the corner of his eye and stream down his cheek as you continue your ministrations.
Tugging at the strands still wrapped around his fingers, he hisses and whines out, "Mmn, stop, stop, too much."
It manages to get through the haze, somehow registering, and your eyes flick up to him as you let go of his dick with a wet pop, giving one last lick over the tip.
When you see the glistening, hazy eyes and dripping tears, you slide up his body, moaning as you kiss his cheek to stop the tears in its tracks, before licking up the path it created and whispering huskily into his ear, "Fuck, I was right. Pretty when you cry too.", before pressing a kiss below his ear.
The praise sends a jolt to his sensitive cock, dragging him out of his haze and Dabi grabs you by the side of your neck and pulls you into a searing kiss, licking into your mouth and tasting himself on your tongue.
Pulling away with a thin string of saliva connecting you, he notices the moist material of your panties, his hand dipping down and in, stroking along your clit.
You moan at the feel of hot fingers rubbing at your sensitive clit, as he dips down to your neck and nibbles a hickey into the skin there.
The sight and feel of Dabi's hot, pretty hands and fingers on you, and the added sensation of his ministrations on your throat send you over the edge within three strokes, almost choking on a gasp as your hips and cunt twitch and spasm.
Slick spilling over his scarred hand as you come in your underwear, Dabi strokes you until you whine, teasing you for all you're worth like you did moments before in small retaliation.
Dabi smirks as he gains back some of the control he had at the beginning of all this as he takes in the sight of you flushed and panting and he wants more.
He has the thought that you look delectable and he wants to taste you, and before he can even process the thought, he brings his hand up to his mouth and licks, heated eyes holding your widened, amorous gaze as he licks his hand clean.
Your pussy gives a pulsing throb, and you surge foward to capture Dabi's face between your hands and his lips in a fierce kiss.
Dabi gives as good as he gets, wet and sloppy, and you can feel him smirk into the kiss, and that kind of makes your brain short circuit, from both the action and the slight whiplash.
You pull away panting, hands trembling minutely, and demand, "Lube. Where is it?"
And Dabi's smirk widens, staples tugging and sharp canines on show, azure eyes almost glowing with their mix of heat and amusement and you damn near whimper because fuck he's so fucking hot.
You get your answer when Dabi tilts and nods his head to his left, towards the nightstand. "Top drawer."
You rumages around for a few seconds, and when you get it you throw it beside Dabi on the bed.
Without saying a word, you grab his hands and gently pull off all of his rings, depositing them on the nightstand. Dabi just watches you with a raised eyebrow and a smug, sexy smirk painting his lips. The clinks of the rings hitting the wood the only sound for the moment.
When finished, you quickly unclasp and slip off your bra and peel off your soaked panties, then turn molten gems back to him and grip his face with your right hand, tilting his head up to lock your eyes, and Dabi feels a shudder run through him at the sheer want held within your gaze. His teeth biting into his scarred bottom lip, small smirk still tugging the corner of his lips, he gazes up at you with lidded eyes.
"You're gonna stretch me open on your pretty fingers and then you're gonna fill me up with your pretty, fat cock and fuck me stupid. Sound good?" The heat that coated your words could rival Dabi's hottest flames and he felt his cock react before he could.
His voice was husky when he finally found it, lowly murmuring, "Fuck yeah, baby. Come here."
He pulls you back into his embrace, flipping you to be beneath him and sliding between your legs, where you brush against each other, as he captures your lips in another kiss, swallowing your moan at the slight friction.
He takes his time kissing and nipping his way down your jaw and neck, to your collarbone and chest, leaving marks as he goes. He sucks, bites and pinches at the sensitive nipples, playing and tugging at them until they're shiny, puffy and flushed, hot hands groping at the soft flesh of your tits, but not yet where you want him most.
He makes his way further down, pressing hot kisses and marks into your stomach and the V of your hips. Grasping your thighs in scarred, hot hands, he spreads you wide, exposing you fully so that he can let his eyes drag over your skin and feast.
And feast they did. The way your hair fanned out beneath you, hands raised and curled into a fist beside your head, body tensing in anticipation. Your eyes shining with hazy lust, cheeks and upper torso flushed; the rise and fall of your chest accentuating the swell of your tits and swollen, pert nipples and the hickeys and bruises littering your skin, marking you. Soft, sweat slicked legs, skin glowing like the light and life itself, spread to reveal and frame your pretty pussy, clit swollen and fat lips glistening with your arousal, framed by trimmed hair.
Lips stretched in an almost predetory grin, Dabi licks his canine tooth, the sight akin to that of a wild animal licking its chops. His cock hardening once more at the meal laid out before him.
You already feel floaty at the look in Dabi's eyes and then you float even more.
Holding your gaze, Dabi leans down to lick a stripe up and through the folds of your cunt and you moan lowly; the mix of the heat of his slick tongue, and the metal ball, sliding over your sensitive clit and finally having pressure on where you want him most making your hips jerk.
He buries his face in your wet heat; hot tongue slipping in and he groans at your taste.
It distracts you and you almost weren't prepared for the feel of the slick, warm finger rubbing circles around your entrance, replacing his tongue and you gasp as the finger dips in and curls.
Dabi drags his tongue up to circle your clit, the piercing enhancing every sensation, before sucking on it, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through you, as he thrusts his finger in and out, just teasing your insides, before pressing in another finger, eyes fixed on your expression.
You gasp and pant as you squirm at the stretch and slight burn, and the heat inside and on you.
Dabi's fingers are slender but long, and you keen as he scissors his fingers before finding your sweet spot and adding pressure there; the heat of his fingers adding to the pleasure, drawing out a whimper as you gush around his fingers and tongue.
Pressing in the third and final finger, Dabi releases your clit with a slurp as he curls and rubs his fingers directly to your sweet spot, massaging it; his other hand gripping at the soft skin of your thigh to keep you spread wide.
You whine, voice cracking on its way out, as your hips twitch and back arches.
"Mmn, fuck. I'm gonna come if you keep doing that." You pant out as you grind down on his fingers, fucking yourself on them; sheets already slick soaked.
You notice the wicked glint in Dabi's eyes as he grinds the pads of his fingers against that spot and you immediately start shaking your head, before he dives back in, lapping at your clit punishingly. You gasp and you shake as he messily feasts, fingers pumping deliciously.
Wiggling your hips to dislodge his fingers, you whine out, "No, no, I wanna come on your cock."
Dabi's cock twitches where it hangs, hard and heavy, his lips curling in a near snarl as he moans against you at your words. He pulls back and grits his teeth as he exercises restraint, lest he just fucks you into the bed like the wild animal he feels like at the moment.
Because you aparently look rather pretty when you're being adorably slutty for him.
Dabi takes away the pressure from that spot, but speeds up his thrusts, focusing on stretching you properly, as he kisses his way back up over your stomach, teeth grazing over your sensitive skin, and sucking and leaving marks as he goes.
Fingers still moving, pressing kisses into the underside of your breasts, his other hand trails up and wraps around your throat, the weight of it just holding you there without squeezing. Feeling you clench around his fingers when he did this, he takes it as the go ahead it is as he captures a nipple in his hot mouth.
When your lips part in a gasp of breath, Dabi smirks as he gives a small squeeze to your throat at the already fucked out expression on your face, to which you roll your hips.
"Fuck, that's enough. I'm ready. Fuck me." The bratty, whiney voice that Dabi knew and came to begrudgedly find fond amusenent in, now makes arousal coil hot and heavy in the pit of his stomach.
He releases you and pulls his fingers from your hole with a squelch, and you almost whine at the loss and the emptiness, but you hold back the sound, biting your lip.
Dabi straightens up, and you blearily peer up at him, taking in the heated gaze trained on you, the wide, smug, sexy smirk, canine tooth glinting wolfishly, and the way his chin glistens with your juices, and you suddenly feel very empty. You let out a breathy curse and spread your slightly trembling legs wide to remedy this, pussy throbbing when Dabi makes a show of licking his fingers clean, holding your gaze, before kneeling between your legs to hover over you; cock hanging hard and heavy, teasingly brushing just above your mound.
You wrap your arms around his neck, a hand fisted in raven strands, pulling him down to lick a stripe up his chin, to the corner of his mouth, tasting yourself on him, before slipping your tongue between his parted lips, as you moan into his mouth; Dabi goes easily, returning your eagerness with zeal, propping himself up on his elbows framing your head between his arms, your kiss slow, smoldering and sloppy.
Pulling back, he reaches back into his nightstand and pulls out a condom, thinking you wouldn't want the mess of it, or the risk for that matter, but instead your eyes narrow at it in thinly veiled contempt.
Before Dabi can tear it open, he finds himself flipped onto his back once again, with you grinding your dripping cunt against his hard shaft, slicking him up.
You lean in and press a kiss below his ear before muttering lowly, "No condom. I wanna feel you. Please?"
And how could Dabi resist that?
Throwing the condom somewhere he doesn't see with a flick of his wrist, he rests his heated hands on soft thighs and squeezes, "Fuck, anything you want, Baby."
You give him such a sweet smile, Dabi's breath hitches a bit.
Pouring lube into your hand, you sit up onto your knees and reach down to slick him up properly, especially those piercings, and line up your hole over him, the other hand holding you steady on his shoulder.
Sinking down slowly, your eyes momentarily roll back in ecstasy at the feel of his thick, hot cock stretching you so good, the piercings rubbing against your hole and walls in the best way possible and impossibly so much better than you imagined. Your eyes almost close fully but you force them to remain at least half way open so you can see Dabi's expression, and it was beautiful.
Dabi's brows are furrowed, jaw clenched and eyes hot on you, gaze dragging over your wanton expression as you sit on his cock fully, your hips flushed against each other. You clench around him, rolling your hips slowly as you adjust to the stretch and feel of him. Blunt nails dig shallowly into the flesh of your thighs, as Dabi holds back from thrusting up into the tight, raw heat of you enveloping his cock.
Shallowly panting, you place both hands on Dabi's chest and slowly lift yourself back up onto your knees, the drag of the piercings as you clenched even on your way up making you bite your lip. You relish in the hiss of pleasure it draws from beneath you before dropping back down, punching a breathy curse out of Dabi and a choked off gasp from yourself as it hits home on that spot.
You move slowly as you do it again and again, your thighs flexing as you work yourself up and down the thick cock inside you, clenching every time you move up as if to prevent the cock from being pulled out of you, your tits gently jiggling with each bounce.
You couldn't help glancing at where you were connected, and your breath hitches.
Dabi's groin is drenched in your juices, and you notice a slight movement on your stomach on each down thrust, and then you realize it's because you could see the bump of Dabi's dick in your lower abdomen as you fuck yourself on him. You throw your head back and moan low and long at the realization, simultateously bringing a hand to press on the bump and dropping down harder on the fat cock inside you.
Dabi moans at that, hands finding your hips in a firm grip and you feel like you're going to be branded at the heat of them, and the thought of that makes you grind a bit harder on your way down.
Biting your lip to supress the stupid, bordering feral grin that spreads as you gets lost in the feel of him was utterly useless, because you giggle, breathless and a bit hysterical in pleasure. You then promptly choke on your own spit and a gasp when Dabi simultateously thrusts his hips up to meet yours and pulls you down to meet him from the firm grasp on your waist.
Your eyes lock, gems meeting in a heated gaze, and something snaps a little in you both at what they see.
"Hah...hah..." You push your hair back with one hand, before you adjust to ride him in earnest. Picking up the pace, you and Dabi move as one as you fuck each other, your tits bouncing and swaying with every thrust.
The mixture of pure awe and hunger in your expressions shouldn't surprise either of you at this point but it does, and you both get overwhelmed in your own ways.
Dabi moves one of his hands back from your waist to grip at your ass, using the grip to further help his upward thrusts.
And you love the stinging of the tight, burning grip on your waist and ass.
You let out a low moan as Dabi's other hand slides back, grasps your other asscheek and kneads them both, before he spreads you.
"Fuck," you whimper out, dragging your nails down the healthy skin of Dabi's bare chest, "mmn...fuck me, fuck me, Dabi, please—"
The next thrust throws you off balance, making you catch yourself on the headboard, one hand gripping at Dabi's bicep as you bury your face in his neck to muffle your moans as you find yourself being roughly pulled down to meet the rise of his hips pounding into you, leaving you a gasping and moaning mess.
The firm grip on your ass holds you still as Dabi fucks up into you, the hot breath on your skin where Dabi whispers into your ear how good you feel around him, how good you are for him, pushing you that bit closer to the edge.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Dabi—" Eyes shut, you curse, whine and pant, as all you could do, all you could ever want to do, is stay still and take it.
You jolt when you feel Dabi's thumb circling against your clit; the combination of the heat and different textures both inside and on your sensitive flesh too much, and you go rigid, clenching down on him as your toes curl, a string of whimpered swears leaving you as you come, slick gushing out around and on him.
"Shit, so good, so—mmn— so good, fucking me so good, Dabi, baby—" You gasp and babble, damn near cock drunk and limp as you're fucked through your orgasm,
Dabi lets out a moan that breaks off into a whimper at the praise as his hips give a jerky thrust and you immediately zero in on it as you partially come down from your high.
As Dabi keeps up his near brutal pace and bruising grip, and the sting of overstimulation embraced, you lift your lips to his ear. "Such— ahn— such a good job fucking me, baby." You moan softly into his ear, voice thready. Dabi lets out a low groan and his cock pulses inside you. "So—hnn—so fucking good for me, hmm?"
"Mmm, Fuck Dolly." breathless and overwhelmed, Dabi groans as he impossibly speeds up, thrusts jerky.
Your fingers tangle in raven strands and tug. "Mmn, c'mon, my pretty baby. Want you to fill me up." You purr, voice shaky, before you press a kiss below his ear and sit up in his lap and clench as you roll your hips, wanting to feel him, heat coiling tight in your abdomen at the breathy moan Dabi releases.
Azure eyes go hazy as he gazes at you, before rolling back; his body going taut as he roughly pulls you down against him, grinding up into you as he releases his thick, hot come deep inside you.
"Fuck." He gasps out, mind blanking as his orgasm is drawn out as you milk his cock, clenching and unclenching around him.
Dabi looks fucking stunning as he comes, and that, along with the feeling of being filled up so, so good, with hot, thick come, has you spasming around him in another short peak, a shudder running through you at the feeling.
After a moment, you go limp, falling foward onto Dabi's chest as he relaxes back into the mattress, and you just stay there, panting for a bit.
You pass out there, Dabi's cock still inside you and a small, dopey smile on your face.
*****
You wake up clean but you feel sore and boneless, your legs especially jelly.
You also wake up warm, and you snuggle up into that warmth, and feel a hand in your hair.
Cracking open your eyes and looking up, you see Dabi looking back down at you with a soft smile and eyes.
He looks pretty, as usual, but this time it's a new pretty. A softer pretty.
"Morning, baby." He murmurs lowly, running his fingers through your hair, before leaning down to press a light kiss to your forehead.
You look up at him in wonder. The morning light filtering through the curtains hit his eyes that shine like gemstones through the inky strands of hair, and his staples that shine like flecks of moonlight itself, imbeded in and holding together a mosaic.
"So fucking pretty." You can't help muttering, almost whining, and Dabi snorts a laugh, trying and failing to hide it behind his hand, along with the pretty pink of his blush.
You melt as the warmth of Dabi consumes you from just your lips when you're kissed oh so softly after he returns the sentiment, because you grinning up at him, eyes shining like jewels and smile crooked and adorable is also so fucking pretty.
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