۶ৎ DABI claims that he hates you for betraying him … but does he really hate you though ? wc 2.98k
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ dabi / touya todoroki x fem!reader ⸝⸝ villain!dabi x pro!hero reader ⸝⸝ “touya” used ⸝⸝ slight dacryphilia ⸝⸝ cunnilingus ⸝⸝ forbidden forbidden forbidden ! ! !
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 : this came to me so suddenly at 1am in the morning … plus i was thinking of dabi too much >< this is probs a bit wonky cz this is so rushed & it’s so late .. but hopefully not too many mistakes but i’ll fix it once i get the chance — alyssa 𑣲 | heh taggies for my fellow mha liker 👀 @atelphobist
DABI didn’t know what to say to you, this was probably the first time in awhile he was silenced by something so absurd, something that shouldn’t even have affected him more than it did. he had you cornered in your own apartment, the place was fully dim .. electricity had been cut for awhile now. gee, wonder who did that. his teeth gritted as he couldn’t contain his anger towards you any longer, he can’t believe you .. no, he can’t believe himself for trusting you like shit was sweet. “you’re nothing but a mere traitor, standing here with you almost disgusts me.” his voice was filled with venom, a tinge of betrayal that he felt towards you was absolutely evident in how easy it was for him to break every now and then. “what, did you have fun making me look like a damn idiot towards you? huh? is that it?” he glared at you, his eyes betraying the deep hurt he felt within them. “did you enjoy seeing me break, dollface? did you enjoy making me think that someone.. especially a useless thing like you would ever understand me?”
“.. i do understand you.” you spoke with zero malice, speaking with that same mellow tone and kindness you had carried yourself with. you examined his face closely, keeping yourself silent and allowed him to feel the emotions he was feeling, you knew how hurt he was. in full honesty, it really and truly did hurt you as well to see him so distraught. he stiffened at the sound of your voice. that softness, that infuriating genuine kindness was exactly what had started to erode his defenses. he wanted to sneer, to call you a liar, to incinerate the pretty sentimentality bleeding from your lips, but the words died in his throat. your gaze was too direct, too perceptive and it felt like you were stitching through his scarred exterior to reach the raw, unhealed nerves underneath.. like you were trying to repair what was damaged.
"bullshit," he spat, though the venom lacked its usual conviction. he leaned forward, the movement jerky and unstable. "you don't understand shit. you’re playing a role. every smile, every 'kind' word it's all just another thread in some elaborate trap you've spun to keep me off balance, isn't it?" dabi reached out, his fingers hovering near your face without touching. the heat radiating from his skin was oppressive, a warning of the violence simmering beneath his composure. his turquoise gaze searched yours, hunting for the deception he knew had to be there, but finding only that unsettling sincerity. it made him sick. you, made him sick. everything about your sincerity made him want to burn everything down just to stop feeling this strange, hollow ache where his interest and trust in you had once lived. “if you understood me, you'd know that there's nothing left here to save," he hissed, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "so stop pretending, doll.”
“for crying out loud dabi, i’m not pretending!” you raised your voice slightly at his stubbornness, the muscles beneath your face almost aching from how long you’ve been keeping that frustrated look on your face. “if you believe i’m pretending, then hate me for however long, burn this place to the ground with me in it.. do whatever.” you paused, swallowing another lump in your throat, her deep gaze gleaming full of sincerity. “.. but nothings going to change the way I feel about you.”
dabi froze. for a man who made his living through psychological warfare, he was completely unprepared for that kind of blunt honesty. he had expected defiance, begging, or even a calculated lie to save your skin.. he knew how to dismantle those. but the raw vulnerability bleeding from your sincere gaze left him momentarily speechless, his hands twitching at his sides. "fuck.. shut up," he growled, but it sounded more like a plea than a command. "just shut your damn mouth." the blue flames dancing along his fingertips flickered violently, responding to the volatile cocktail of rage and confusion swirling in his chest. he wanted to believe that beneath the hero costume and the mission, there was something real but his entire life had taught him that everything was a lie designed to hurt him. he looked at your frame, feeling a surge of genuine hatred for the situation they were both currently in. he hated that you could make him feel this weak. he hated that you were probably weaponizing your own sincerity against him.
"you’re pathetic," he sneered, though he didn't move to attack. Instead, he lurched closer until he was looming over you, the smell of smoke and burnt skin filling the space between the both of you. "do you have any idea how dangerous that is? to say something like that to someone who could incinerate you in a heartbeat?" his voice cracked slightly, betraying the cracks in his own psyche. "love doesn't exist for people like us, [name]. It's just another way to burn."
“.. then whatever you want to do with me is your choice.” you stood your ground, genuine sincerity still leaving your mouth as you gazed down at your hands that were curled against your lap.. as if waiting for him to burn this place to the ground. anything, something, you were ready for it. he stared down at you, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. the silence in the apartment became deafening, broken only by the faint crackle of the dying embers still clinging to his palms. your resignation was worse than any counterattack. if you had fought back, he could have justified his rage. if you had lied, he could have dismissed you as another hypocritical hero. but this this willingness to be consumed by his fire left him with nowhere to direct his hatred.
"you think this is some kind of noble martyrdom?" dabi’s voice was dangerously quiet, his teeth gritted so hard his jaw muscles pulsed. "sitting there like some fucking saint..” he reached out abruptly, not with flames this time, but with a rough, unsteady hand. his fingers gripped your chin, forcing your head up so you couldn't avoid his piercing gaze. his skin felt feverish against yours, the staples along his jawline glinting in the dim light. up close, he could see the minute tremors in your expression, the way your genuineness refused to waver even under the threat of death. “you really are insane," he whispered, his voice cracking as a muscle jumped in his jaw. his left hand burned brighter for a split second, the azure light casting dancing, monstrous shadows across your pretty face. he wanted to hurt you.. he wanted to prove you were as hollow as the rest of the world. but as he looked into your eyes, he realized that burning you would mean burning the only thing that had felt real in years.
slowly, almost painfully, he lowered his hand, the flames extinguishing with a final hiss. dabi didn't pull away, though. he refused to pull away from you. instead, he sank to his knees between your legs, bringing his face level with yours. his scarred, stapled skin felt hot against the cool air of the room. “i should kill you right now.” he whispered, his thumb brushing roughly against your thigh. "i should reduce everything you are to ash and forget I ever knew your name." his breath hitched, a rare crack in his stoic facade.
“you should,” your hands found themselves against his dark locks, running your fingers through the softness of his scalp with newfound gentleness.. slightly spreading your legs to give him more room between them. “but are you going to?” you say, waiting for a proper answer from him. dabi let out a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a choked sob. your fingers threading through his hair the one part of him that still felt human, still felt soft beneath the jagged scars and metal staples was more devastating than any physical blow you could have landed. he closed his eyes for a moment, basking in the presence of you.. leaning into your touch despite every instinct screaming at him to retreat, to burn, to destroy. his hands came up to grip your thighs, his fingers digging into the fabric of your shorts. he wasn't gentle that’s for sure, his grip was possessive and rough, a physical manifestation of the conflict tearing through his mind. he wanted to crush you, to punish you for being the one person who dared to see him as something other than a monster, yet he held you as if you were the only anchor keeping him from drifting into complete madness.
"you think this is some kind of game, doll?” he rasped, his voice raw with desperation. "you think you can touch me like this and make me forget who you are? who the hell you work for?" his hands came up to grip each side of your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. the heat from his body began to rise again, not the destructive inferno he used to kill, but a low, simmering warmth that pulsed between the two of you. “.. i’m not going to burn you.. fuck, i can’t.” he confessed against your skin, the admission tasting like poison on his tongue. "don't expect me to be kind about it. if you're going to stay, if you're going to play this part... then you're mine. every single aspect of you. i’ll burn anyone who tries to take you back."
“mhmm..” you hum as your fingers never stopped running through his hair, your cheeks began to redden deeply at how close he was against your heat, your breath grew heavier by the second, the sudden touch of his warm hands making it even harder to bear. “if you’re just going to sit there.. then move.”
dabi noticed everything. he was a predator by nature, trained to spot the slightest shift in an opponent's stance, and now he was applying that same hyper awareness to the woman beneath him. he saw the flush creeping up your neck, the way your breathing stuttered into something uneven and needy, and the deliberate bite of your teeth against your lower lip. "careful what you wish for, little hero," he growled against your neck, his teeth grazing sensitive skin. "you want me to stop talking?" the shift in your arousal was unmistakable, cutting through the tension of betrayal like a blade. a cruel, satisfied smirk twisted his lips, though it was undercut by the raw desire burning in his gaze. He slid one hand up from your thigh, his palm dragging slow and deliberate over the fabric of your shorts until he could feel the heat radiating from your core. the evidence of your arousal was undeniable beneath his touch, and it sent a surge of possessive dominance through him. “then i’ll stop talking, doll.”
when he finally pressed his face against your heat, the contrast between your slick, trembling skin and his rough, scarred flesh was overwhelming. he didn't approach you with tenderness.. he approached you with a desperate, starving need, as if he could consume your essence to fill the void everyone had left behind. his tongue swiped against your sensitive folds with deliberate pressure, savoring the way your hips jerked upward in surprise. "yeah, you feel that?" he mumbled against your wetness, his voice vibrating through your sensitive nerves. “stupid fuckin’ girl..” he didn't stop. he buried his face deeper between your thighs, his hands sliding up to grip your ass hard, pulling your flush against his mouth. he wanted to hear every sound you make, every gasp, every whimper, every broken plea. he wanted to drown out the voice of the hero you were supposed to be with the sounds of the woman who belonged to him. the heat between the both of them wasn't just his quirk anymore, it was something far more dangerous, a blaze that promised to leave them both reduced to nothing but ash.
“fuck.. dabi—“ you whined, throwing your head back at the sudden slap against your cunt.
“touya.” he mumbled against you, “say it.”
“mmh.. touya, please!”
dabi’s entire world narrowed down to the taste of you and the sound of your voice breaking his real name. when you had said his name like that in that low, vibrating sound of pleasure that echoed through your body.. it felt more satisfying than any victory he had ever won against the hero society he despised. he drank in your reaction greedily, his tongue swirling against your clit with increasing urgency, testing the limits of how much sensation you could take before you shattered beneath him. his hands moved with a rough, desperate possessiveness, one sliding up to splay across your stomach while the other yanked your hips closer, allowing you to take every inch of his tongue. he wanted to feel your pulse against his mouth, to feel the exact moment your control slipped away entirely. the feeling of your fingers tangling in his hair the one place where he still felt human, where you touched him without fear of the fire was driving him to the brink of pure desperation.
"that’s it," he growled against your skin, his breath hot and ragged. "give it to me. show me how much you want this."
dabi picked up the pace, the movements of his long tongue becoming more rhythmic and demanding.. flicking with precise, punishing strokes. he was chasing something within you, a connection that felt more dangerous than any confrontation with any other hero out there. he wanted to see your eyes roll back, he wanted to see you cry.. oh fuck, he really wanted to see you cry. he wanted to hear you cry out until your voice failed, wanting to be the only thing you could even think about, the only thing you could feel. in this moment, there were no heroes, no villains, no spies there was only the raw, burning hunger between the both of you. his pupils dilated, the turquoise irises swallowing the whites of his eyes as his own hunger flared. “look at you," he murmured, his voice dropping to a gravelly register that vibrated against her skin. "betraying your own people, betraying your own vows... and now you're sitting here legs spread, trembling like this because of a villain."
“f—fuck you.. ah!”
“you will, silly girl.”
“touya!” the desperation in your voice and the way you whined his name like a prayer was the only thing that could pierce through the static in his brain. “touya.. please, please touya i’m so close,”
hearing his sweet girl beg for it, hearing you come apart at the seams beneath him, ignited something far more volatile than his blue flames. his pupils dilated until his turquoise irises were thin rings of color, his entire focus locked on the way your body tensed, preparing for the inevitable. “yeah? then take it, all of it” he commanded against you, his voice a gravelly snarl that vibrated directly into your core. "don’t you fucking dare hold back on me, doll.” he didn't slow down.. instead, he accelerated, his tongue working with a fierce, unrelenting rhythm. he pressed harder, his hands bruising your hips as he drove you toward the edge, wanting to be the one to push you over. he wanted to feel the involuntary spasms of your climax against his tongue, to taste the surrender in every drop of your arousal. the air in the living room felt like it was thinning, charged with the roaming heat of his inferno flames and the overwhelming pheromones of their shared heat. dabi was relentless, his movements precise and punishing, chasing that moment of complete surrender. he wanted to witness your undoing, to own the very instant your mind goes blank and your body gives up its secrets. he wanted to be the reason your world burned away.
“touya.. touya i’m about to!—“
dabi didn't flinch when you finally shattered beneath him. he leaned into you, meeting your climax with a primal satisfaction. he stayed pressed against your cunt as your body convulsed, his tongue catching every drop. as your breathing gradually slowed and the involuntary twitches of your muscles subsided, dabi slowly pulled back, though he didn't move from between your thighs. his face was slick, glistening under the dim light of the apartment, and his eyes were dark, hooded with a dangerous intensity. he watched your face closely, noting the flush in your cheeks and the way you seemed to shrink back from the vulnerability of you own release. “you really are impressive," he rasped, his voice dripping with a mix of mockery and something far more possessive. "all that hero training, all that composure... and you fall apart like that for a villain."
“you were the one who just.. decided to rest between my legs like everything’s all good and dandy, you could’ve just sat beside me like a normal person.” you retorted, “you’re all talk and no bite.. claiming you hate me and you just.. come in and do all of this.” you began rubbing your fingers against your forehead.. you could almost feel a vein trying to pop out of frustration. shit, you can’t believe you just did that! with a villain, especially?!
dabi reached up, using his thumb to smear a stray drop of your arousal across his lower lip before licking it off slowly, never breaking eye contact. the embarrassment rolling off her didn't deter him. if anything, it only made him want to push you even further than he did.
“don’t think everything’s fixed just because of that, doll.” he paused, “you’re still a traitor in my eyes and i hate you for being one.”
“mhm, whatever you say. traitor, maybe.. hate? maybe not.”
sugardaddy! nanami saw you for the very first time at a tiny coffee shop across from his office. he usually went to much fancier places, but by ten at night they were all closed, and he desperately needed coffee. he walked in while talking to someone on the phone, looking exhausted, irritated, and completely worn out after a long week.
when you looked up from what you were doing, he froze. there you were — a cute young girl in a brown apron, carefully wiping down the espresso machine, looking just as drained after a long shift. you looked at him with a soft, apologetic smile, your eyes still bright. “hey! i’m so sorry, but we were already getting ready to close.”
he looked you over for a long moment, then let out a tired sigh, ended the call, and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers, his eyes falling shut for a second. “it’s alright. i’m sorry, i should’ve realized,” he said, already turning to leave.
but then you noticed just how exhausted he looked. something about the sheer fatigue on his face made you change your mind. “wait… how could i forget? we actually have a special today. for tall blond men with scary-looking faces, we stay open an extra hour.” he paused, taking a second to process what you just said. then the corners of his lips lifted into a rare, genuine smile.
that night he left you a $100 tip.
sugardaddy! nanami started coming by every single evening after that. the tips he left were so ridiculously generous that sometimes they covered what you made over several shifts. it didn’t take a genius to figure out you were running yourself into the ground, juggling exhausting shifts and college just to barely make ends meet.
one night, when he set another huge stack of cash on the counter, you couldn’t take it anymore and gently asked him to stop spending so much money on you. he just smiled faintly, reached over to gently ruffle your hair, and quietly told you not to worry about it.
sugardaddy! nanami smiled every time he found a different little drawing on his coffee cup. sometimes it was a cute animal, sometimes it was a goofy smiley face, and every morning he caught himself looking forward to seeing what you’d drawn for him this time.
but one friday, everything changed. he left the office later than usual and spotted you walking home in the middle of pouring rain. he pulled over immediately, got out of the car, and stopped in front of you. the second he saw your teary cheeks and your red, puffy eyes, he offered to drive you home.
at first, you shook your head in panic. “i don't want to ruin your car. really, i am fine.” he just shook his head without a word and told you he wasn’t going anywhere until you got in.
the entire drive, he didn’t ask any unnecessary questions, but every now and then you caught the worried, gentle glances he kept stealing your way. when the car came to a stop in front of the house next door (you weren’t that stupid to give a stranger your real address, after all) he turned off the engine.
turning to face you, he gently brushed the back of his hand across your cheek, then held out one of his business cards. “if you need help — and you do — call me. i am always available.”
sugardaddy! nanami invited you to one of those quiet, expensive restaurants with a panoramic view of the city lights after you finally called him after another exhausting shift and another fight with your boss. he watched you as you looked through the menu and told you to order whatever you wanted without thinking twice.
when dessert came and the stress from the long day finally faded, he gave you a warm smile. nanami gently covered your hand with his big, warm one and quietly said he genuinely wanted to help you however he could, so you never had to put yourself through endless night shifts and constant exhaustion again.
when you asked if he did this kind of thing often, he just chuckled softly and shook his head. “i actually heard about this from a friend not that long ago,” he said. “and i immediately thought of you.”
sugardaddy! nanami paid off your entire tuition first and paid your rent a year in advance. he even got your rental guy's number himself and firmly told to call only him about anything related to money and never bother you about it again.
when you, completely shocked and unbelievably flustered, rushed over to him, wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders, and asked in a trembling voice why he did all of this so far in advance, nanami gently hugged you back and said that he just wants to make sure you don’t have to work yourself to death again for a while if you end up not liking this kind of relationship and decide you don’t want to see him anymore.
sugardaddy! nanami chose LA for your first trip together — he had an important business meeting there, and he was determined to take you with him.
he didn’t leave your side for a single second the entire evening. his hand rested firmly and possessively on your waist, and he proudly introduced you to his business partners as his girl. nanami caught every glance you gave him, and the moment you started to get tired of the small talk and polite smiles, he gently pulled you closer, softly rubbing your side with his thumb and whispering praise into your ear. “you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”
sugardaddy! nanami set one clear rule from day one: he was never going to pressure you or push you into anything sexual.
he set all of this up purely for your comfort and your studies, and he never expected any kind of “payment” in return. and even though you felt grateful for it at first, now you practically went crazy because of how badly you wanted him.
he was handsome, tall, rich, and built — who could blame you?
so you tried to tease him, but he just laughed and shook his head saying you don’t owe him anything.
sugardaddy! nanami finally gave in when you practically climbed into his lap in the car. he reclined the driver’s seat and folded his arms behind his head, watching as you practically rubbed yourself against his thick thigh. “you couldn’t sit still all night. did my pretty girl need something?”
you bit your lip and shyly shook your head. “yeah?” his thumb traced a slow circle over your hip. “you sure?” he shifted his leg beneath you — just a little — and your hips instinctively rolled forward. you froze, your face burned with embarrassment, but he was already smiling.
“that’s what i thought.” he moved again, this time on purpose, lifting his thigh so your weight pressed your clothed pussy harder against it. you let out a sharp, helpless gasp and grabbed onto his shoulder.
“use your words, baby.” “…n-ngh… i need…” “you need what?”
he moved his leg again, slow and cruel, the muscles in his thigh rubbing against your clothed pussy. your head fell back. your hips started moving on their own, riding his thigh in search of more friction. “there she is. there’s my needy girl. fuck, wanted this for so long.”
his hand on your thigh held you there, letting you fuck yourself against him at your own pace. the seam of his pants rubbed against your clit through your soaked panties with every roll of your hips. “ah-ah!… daddy… mm-ngh!…”
“that's it, baby. look at you, getting yourself off on my leg like a desperate little thing. you're soaking through my pants.” “mmnnnh! can't help it —” “i know you can't, pretty girl. I know. you get so wet just from my leg, hm? what's gonna happen when my cock's inside you? when I'm splitting you open?”
your hips stopped moving. your moan caught in your throat. “yeah, that got your attention, didn't it? fuck, you're rubbing yourself so fast now. you gonna come for daddy? gonna leave a pretty wet spot on my pants so everyone knows you were here?”
“y-yes! yes, daddy... ah! — i'm gonna! —” “come on, baby. cum on my thigh like a good girl.”
you shatter with a cry, grinding down hard, your whole body trembling against him as your orgasm floods through you. the wet spot spreads dark and hot against his trousers. he rubs your back through it, murmuring. “such a good girl. take your panties off. leave them in the back.”
sugardaddy! nanami had you settled on his lap in the back of a private jet. legs spread wide over his thighs, your back against his chest. his suit jacket is discarded somewhere, his shirt is open, sleeves rolled up. and his fingers are inside you.
“look at you,” he said. “so wet. so ready. and i haven’t even really touched you yet.” his fingers found you — thick, long, two of them slipped inside without warning. you choked on a moan, your hips jerked.
“shh. i know. i know, baby. just take it.” they barely fit. you felt every knuckle, every inch of the stretch. he curls his fingers, hits that spot — the one you can never reach on your own — and your hips buck. nanami laughs softly, kissing your neck, open-mouthed and wet. “there she is. there's that spot. you like when I hit it, don't you?”
“y-yes... mmnh! — yes, daddy! ha-ah… it’s too much…” “you can take it. you were made to take it. look at that sweet little pussy swallowing my fingers like it’s starving.”
he fucked you with his hand, his thumb pressed hard against your clit, and you were already close — oversensitive from his fingers, from his words, from the way he looked at you like he wanted to devour you. “cum on my fingers, pretty girl. cum so i can smell you on my hand all fucking week.”
you did — you came with a broken cry, your walls clenched around his fingers, your slick ran down his wrist. he didn’t stop. he worked you through your orgasm until you could barely breathe, then pulled his fingers free and brought them to his lips.
he unbuckled his belt before you even managed to realise. “now,” he said as he dragged the head of his cock through your wet folds, “let’s give you what you really need.”
he pushed in — one long, heavy inch at a time — and you felt every ridge, every thick vein, every unbearable stretch as he filled you. your lips parted. your nails dug into his shoulders. “nn-ngh… you’re too big…”
“shh. you can take it. you can take all of me. i’m going to split this tight little pussy open, and you’re going to love every second of it.” he buried himself all the way to the hilt, balls deep, and stayed still, let you get used to the weight of him inside you.
“is this what my princess wanted? for me to split her sweet little pussy open?” “y-yes… ha-ah… yes, daddy!…”
“yeah? you wanted daddy to fuck you stupid in the back of his jet?” “yes! ah! yes! —”
he started moving — deep, hard thrusts shook the whole cabin, his hips slapped against you, his heavy balls smacked against your ass with every thrust. “look at you. look at this sweet little thing taking my cock. this is what you were made for, isn’t it? made for daddy to use.”
“yours… nn-ngh… i’m yours…” “that’s right. every inch of you. this pretty pussy. this mouth. all mine.”
he fucked you until you couldn’t think anymore, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything except cling to him and take it. and when you came again with a cry, your whole body trembling — he came with you, buried deep inside, spilling hot and thick. “my perfect, perfect girl.”
sugardaddy! nanami fucked you in every corner of his house as soon as you moved in with him. in the kitchen — bent over the marble island, your palms pressed against the cold stone, his body flush against your back. “taking my cock on the same counter i made you breakfast on this morning.”
next came the dining table — your legs thrown over his shoulders, your back pressed against the polished wood. on the couch — over the armrest, face-down, on your side, in every position he could think of.
but the way he fucked you while holding you up was his favorite.
he lifted you, your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms locked around his neck. he held you by your thighs, walked with you, fucked you with every step. your back hit the wall, then the doorframe, then nothing at all as he carried you down the hallway. every movement pushed his cock even deeper inside you, and there was nothing you could do except hold on.
“nn-ngh! … ha-ah… i’m gonna fall…” “i’ve got you, baby. i’m never gonna let you fall. just hold onto me.”
he kissed you deeply while he fucked you standing up, his tongue in your mouth, his hands on your ass, spreading you apart for every thrust of his cock. he took your nipples into his mouth while you hung onto him, your weight meant nothing to him, your whole body pressed tightly against his.
“you’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured against your chest. “wrapped around me. taking everything i give you.”
“… i can’t… i can’t anymore…” “yes, you can. one more time for me, my pretty baby. one more, and i’ll fill you up.”
sugardaddy! nanami went on a business trip to monaco, but couldn’t go a single day without seeing you. “move your phone lower,” he said, his voice dropping. “spread your legs. let me look at you.”
you did as he said and lowered your phone, right to the place that wanted him most. “there she is. there’s my pretty girl’s pussy. mm-ngh… i miss you so fucking much.”
he was already hard — you could see the bulge straining against his dress pants. he unbuckled his belt, pulled his cock free, and wrapped his hand around it. “show me how much you missed me. touch yourself. let me watch.”
you lowered your hand to your stomach, your fingers found your clit. you were already wet. you rubbed slow circles over it, and he watched, his hand moving in time with yours. “faster, baby. the way i do it. use two fingers.”
you obeyed, moaning his name. “that’s my good girl. now tell me. tell me how badly you want me inside you.” “i want you inside me, daddy… nn-ngh… i want you…” “say it, baby.”
“i want your cock… ha-ah!… i want it so bad… i miss your fingers… i miss your mouth…” “fuck… keep going, baby. tell me more.”
“i miss the way you stretched me… mm-ngh… i miss the way you filled me all the way… i miss… ah!… i miss your tongue…”
his hand moved faster, his breathing turned heavy, his cock flushed and hard as he watched you fall apart on camera. “you’re so pretty like this. spreading yourself for me on a facetime. such a dirty little girl, huh?”
“yes… ha-ah… yes… only for you…” “that’s right. only for me. cum for me, baby. let me watch that little swollen clit.”
you did — your body arched over the bed, a cry tore from your lips, his name fell from your mouth. he let out a low, throaty moan as he watched you. “fuckfuck, you’re not leaving that room when i get home. i’m gonna fuck you for days. you understand?”
more! art from @ kyaao.o on IG
i wrote something similar with different character before but my dada fits better ig
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“i’m not that experienced, baby . . . so don’t expect much.”
. . . such a liar he was. you knew your boyfriend was a liar . . . but you never knew he was this much of a liar! your lashes fluttered, mouth hung open at the feel of his wet tongue along your cunt. he peeled your clothes away, baring your body to him completely. the sight of you, naked and glistening with sweat, left him utterly breathless. he needed to see you writhe beneath him, to hear the sweet music of your passion. your boyfriend’s breath hitched, the temptation was almost too much for him to bear. his calloused hands reached up to take one of your breasts in his grip, giving it a gentle squeeze. a soft moan escaped your throat, your soft flesh filling his grasp. his other hand traveled up your waist, moving around to cup your other breast. his fingers teased your nipple, rubbing in a circle before flicking it lightly.
you could feel his gaze on you . . . his eyes darkened as he whispered against your breast, "let’s get your pussy all nice and wet." leaning forward, his lips planted smooth kisses along your midriff . . . trailing even lower than before. his tongue snaked out, swirling around your clothed pussy. “h—hey . . .” you murmured, the tips of your fingers digging against his scalp. he hiked your skirt up against your waist, revealing your ass to him completely, the lace of your panties was the only barrier between his mouth and the sweet nectar he craved. he slid his hand beneath the waistband of your undergarments . . . sliding the fabric down to your knees. “make sure to use your pretty mouth and tell me when to stop . . kay?” shit, he could feel himself growing hard at just the thought of getting his hands on your luscious body. “because . . i think i’ll be too focused on how much you taste to even stop myself.”
your boyfriend settles to his knees, his cock straining against his pants. he licks his lips, teasing the soft flesh of your pussy before diving in. his tongue darts inside, circling your clit once. twice. he moans, his voice muffled by your cunt. he’s loving every second already, feeling your warmth enveloping his tongue. the larger male slid two fingers inside, his thumb pressing against your bud . . . setting a steady rhythm, working them with skill. he’s tasting nothing but his beloved’s delicious flavor, and he’s enjoying every second of it. “you . . . ah!—said you were inexperienced . .” he gazed up at you, those sweet eyes of yours were going to send him to the moon . . while his were sharp; and serious . . . as if daring you to deny him, to tell him no more, to push him away. but he knows you wouldn’t want him to stop, no . . not one bit. "i am.” “th-then why—mmh! you’re a liar, a big fat liar !”
“mhm . . say whatever you want.“ he purrs, his voice filled with wanton desire and smugness. his wet muscle teased around your wet folds, tracing a path as he ate you out like a starved man . . the way he moved his tongue against you felt good, almost too good for someone who was “inexperienced”. blush covered your entire face . . indicating just how embarrassed you were. the way he licked and sucked at your cunt drove you crazy. your boyfriend gave you a soft hum, feeling your body react to the gentle touch, the muscles in your thighs clenching. “so sensitive," he whispered, his expression a mix of pride and amusement, a hand gently stroking the side of your face. "—yet such a good girl. you’re taking this quite well.” his lips curled up into a devious grin, the sight of his pretty girl being weakened by his ministrations was only fuelling his fire. he revelled in that power, enjoying the ability to make you quiver and squirm. "you still good, baby?" he asked, amused, his hands moving in tandem with his tongue. he hummed at your subtle nod, his fingers pinching your nipple from below with just the right amount of pressure to bring you to the edge but not send you over. just seeing your legs tremble so much . . . he already knew he was doing a good job, he could even feel the wetness coating his face, and he lapped it up hungrily, craving more.
"shit.." he cursed, though not out of frustration, “your pussy is driving me crazy." he whispered against your folds, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers through your entire body, it almost felt as if you were being electrocuted or something. “my darling girl with such a sweet pretty pussy . .” his tone was firm but filled with a promise of more pleasure to come; he wanted you to experience every inch of ecstasy he could give you. your boyfriend’s fingers slipped between your wet folds, desperate to get another reaction from you . . the constant sounds of slurping and sucking filled your ears, it almost felt wrong to listen to how well he was licking you up “such a liar . . . . hng. you were experienced all along!” his grin faltered for a moment as he heard the desperation in your voice, chuckling at your fucked-out expression. “you’ve got it all wrong,” he whispered, his voice rough. “i’m only learning . . . i’ll get better, ‘promise.”
RUBI BBIE (*ฅ́˘ฅ̀*) first, i miss u !! ( as usual omg can i dm or du u hv a disc we need to hav in depth manhwa discussions :p ) BUT THE FIC RECS WAAA TYTYTYSMMM ! officially taking me out my manhwa slump >o< i've totally been readin childhood friend complex ( so obsessed with them ) but tears on a withered flower is new to me :o ?! starting it as m' type tis!! oh & i'm also searching for accidental love & enteral love but i haven't been able to find it m thinks? will update u on that :nodnod: && DEVIL'S WISH WAAA literally one of my FAVS their so hot and the hiatus broke me i was so in-tuned with the story >< waiting along wif uu ! other than that i love u veri beri much !! hugs & kisses ♬୧(୧ˊ͈ ³ ˋ͈) stay safe n happy sweetheart MWAH !
omigoshie . . . how late am i bbie . . AM SO SO SORRIE . . I FEEL LIKE A BUM (╥﹏╥) 4 realsies !
WEHEHE . . . my discordie ? ? :oo hehe iz yoichls ! dedicated 2 one of mai favs isagi x—x EEK ! (⁄ ⁄>⁄ω⁄<⁄ ⁄)⁄｡ anyways . . dis askie has been overdue for so long bbie ! i’m so so sorrie for never answering if ive been so so busy . . AAAAH I FEEL LIKE A BUM (╥﹏╥) (╥﹏╥) (╥﹏╥) crying n’ crying over again . . .
but anywho ! EEEEK YES ! i’m so excited ive been caught up with childhood friend complex ! huhu . . . although there’s been more thingies about the side couple i want more of haneul and mincheol ! ٩(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و give me my bbies back ! ! but anywho, OMIGOSHI. the recent chapters of tears of a withered flower made me jump out of mai chair and celebrate ( ¯•ω•¯ )Ꮚ WEEEHEHEH ! ! ! finally ! ! ( won’t say anythin’ becuz spoilers . . . I DUNNO IF YOU’VE SEEN IT YET ! ) hehe although, i feel so happi talkin’ about dis w/ you babi ! i hope my wittle recommendations are good enough to make you squeal ‘n scream ! ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა ++ da feelin’ is definitely mutual xinnie honi . . I MISSED YEW SO MUCHIEEEESSSS (# >o<) (# >o<) AM ABOUTA TEAR UP . . GIVIN’ YOU HUGS & KISSES FOREVA ! !
