FINALLY FINISHED THIS!! my own interpretation and additions to Sebastian's room in sdv ! Tried to keep anything in the image from the year 2010 or predated. i think theres a few give and takes but i really like the "older brother" early 2000s grunge aesthetic on another level and i thought who better fits it than him. I put a lot of references to stuff i personally like as well ^_^
cw/tw: major bnha manga spoilers so if you don’t know dabi’s true idenity and don’t wanna know it then this isn’t the fic for u, lotsa hurt/comfort, several mentions of past abuse/trauma, some blood and gore (dabi tending to his scars/new burns), very intense argument that has dabi being an angry boy and breaking furniture and yelling a bunch (but not hurting reader), lots of metaphors and imagery with religious themes (gods and angels), soft desperate-to-be-loved-but-too-scared-to-ask dabi, oral and fingering (f!receiving), praise, body worship, unprotected sex, creampie, the softest smut i’ve ever written, like ridiculously soft
a/n: dedicated to @saintdabi since i’ve been torturing them with this piece since september. i hope the wait was worth it bubs <3 also dedicated to the friends i’ve gotten back in touch with recently and accepted me back with open hearts and open minds. y’all are amazing and thank you for allowing me to grow and learn from my mistakes. here’s to hard lessons learned and new beginnings <3
The first time you call Dabi by his name, he swears he sees a halo floating above your head, glitter cascading down the face he’s spent months memorizing and the body he would consider his home if he deemed himself worthy.
He never knew a thing that has brought him so much pain, so much agony, something he thought was forever cursed to be a shameful thing to hide behind skeletons in dusty closets could sound so sweet, so tender, so gentle.
But he supposes every world that falls out of the mouth of an angel is bound to sound heavenly.
your time, out there lying // you're like novocaine // poison in the brain
chapter 12 - cigarettes and sex
a/n ; please enjoy another smut chapter!
warnings ; sub! dabi, pegging, switching, oral (f), fingering (m), anal play (m), praise (m), begging (m), vaginal sex, overstim (f), cum eating (m)
words ; 5.6k
thanks ; @alicesfracturedmirror for betaing, @cyancherub for sprinting with me so much ahah
You could sense something was off, the way he switched to that aloof and confident façade sent red flares firing behind your chest. As much as you wanted to be the one serviced, to get to cum on his cock, you figured he needed more. He needed to feel as wanted as he actually was, and so you hatched a plan.
Truthfully, it was something you’d wanted to do for a while now, even going so far as procuring the necessary equipment for it. But, well, this was Touya, and you weren’t sure if his pride would let him. If you really think about it, he did just let you eat his ass and milk his cock so maybe it wouldn’t be too hard of a sell.
“Actually if you’re still okay to keep going… there’s something I wanted to try if you’ll let me.”
His gaze shot to you then, his chest swimming with unease. His brows furrowed and raised in the middle in a silent question.
“Do you trust me?”
“More than anyone else.”
“Then… let me take care of you some more. Please?”
“What-”
But before he could continue questioning, you moved away and reached under the bed to pull out your bag. Inside you had a glittery purple dildo, a strap-on harness, and a big bottle of lube. You were prepared, if nothing else.
Crawling back over to him, you displayed the objects and set about attaching them to you.
“You’re not-” he started but you shushed him with a finger to his lips.
“I promise it’ll feel good. I’ll go slow, and we’ll stop if it hurts. I want you to feel better, to feel better than anyone has ever made you feel, Touya. And you said you trust me, right?”
He nodded, anxiety written all over his face. Was he really about to let you fuck his ass? Was he really about to put himself in such a vulnerable state? There was a war going on in his head over it. It wasn’t that he’s opposed to the idea, or that he didn’t trust you, because he did. It was because of how compromising the thought was. How being put on display and used like that made his gut swim.
But he’d got to fuck you, right? And you literally just had your tongue in his hole, so would it really be that much different? Touya’d heard the whole, ‘your g-spot’s in your ass’ thing before but he’d never played with it before. Who better to experiment with than the woman he adored? Loved?
“It’s easier if you’re on your hands and knees, hot stuff, but if you’d rather face me we can make it work, okay?”
Without saying a word, he moved, positioning himself with his ass in the air and his head resting on his arms. You couldn’t help but think about what a good boy he was, presenting himself like this without a word, just for you. You’d have to make sure he had a good time.
“Okay, love, I’m going to start with my fingers. Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop. Your safe word is frostbite, okay?” you said, grabbing the lube and pumping a slick pool into your palm.
“Sure,” Touya murmured into the mattress, his voice sounded bored but you knew it was just because of the anticipation. Something that you hoped to quell once he started feeling good.
You let the lube sit in your hand for a moment, warming it up so that it wouldn’t be such a shock to him, and then used two fingers to coat his waiting hole. He gasped at the feeling, gritting his teeth from how strange it felt, but didn’t stop you.
Slowly, and with as much care as you could, you pressed your index in up to the second knuckle. You swirled it around in little circles, working to stretch him just a little to push it the rest of the way inside.
Once your finger was fully inserted, Touya groaned a soft, “fuck.” It must feel good, then. You grinned because it was only going to get better. With care, you pulled your finger back, then pushed it back in and curled it slightly. Your hands were marginally smaller than his, so you definitely couldn’t hit his prostate yet; the stimulation of his tight ring would hopefully feel good enough until you could.
You fingered his ass with the solo digit for a moment before adding another. He was surprisingly pliable for having never done this before, though his prior orgasm must have made him relax considerably. Scissoring them inside, squelching the lube around and pressing deeper elicited more soft groans and grunts from him.
“How are you doing, baby?” you asked softly, continuing to work on him while teasing a third.
“F-fine. I’m fine.”
“Does it feel okay?”
A longer groan reverberated in his chest as you pressed that third finger in, his ass was so needy and sucked you in, trying to hold on to your fingers. “Feels… weird. But good,” he sighed in pleasure as you wriggled your digits inside him, “Really fucking good.”
That made your heart leap, knowing that he was feeling good even though he was definitely worried about it? Knowing that he trusted you implicitly to do this? That felt better than anything else.
“You’re so good for me, Touya. God you’re taking it so well, you’re doing such a good job. You look so hot like this, such a sexy back and shoulders, I could get addicted to you,” praises spilled from your lips like honeyed ambrosia, and your words had him fluttering around your fingers. He liked it, you realized. He’d probably never had such things said about him until you.
Continuing to slowly stretch him, you also let your praises work him up. You had so much you could say about him, so much you could compliment. After all, to you, he was everything.
“The way you just keep sucking my fingers back in is so sexy, you don’t even know. And you keep making these little sounds for me, come on, baby, let me hear your voice so I know it feels good. You’re so perfect, Touya. I love everything about you.”
His breath hitched, you’d said the word without even thinking about it. Love. You loved everything about him? About him? He knew you must love him, there was no denying it, but to also love all of the things that he hated? His scars and his attitude and the way he sometimes felt like he’d fall into the void of insanity? The way his quirk ruined his body and started affecting his mind? His trauma? You loved it all?
He wanted to mull it over more, wanted to keep questioning and working it out in his head but you shifted and curled your fingers in just the right way, hitting a certain place that made him gasp and moan - loudly.
“Oh? Is that it, pretty boy?” You questioned, flexing your digits to hit it again. Finally, he was ready to take you. Adequately stretched and with just a taste of how good he was going to feel, you pulled your hand back.
As you took a moment to admire him, how much he’d given in to you by arching his back and spreading his knees more, how much he’d already opened up; he whined softly at the absence of your touch. That noise sent heat flooding to your already soaked and neglected pussy. An ache that you knew wouldn’t soon be remedied as you focused solely on him. On the man you adored above everything. On the villain you’d walk through hellfire for.
Taking more of the lube, and slicking over the pretty purple silicone of the dildo, you continued talking to him. Touya seemed to appreciate dirty talk, and that’s something you absolutely could oblige.
“I’m gonna put it in now, okay? Remember your safe word?”
“F-frostbite…” he huffed.
“Good. I’ll go slow, and again tell me if it hurts. You’re doing so fucking good, baby. I’m so proud of you. You’re amazing, Touya. I l-”
You had to stop yourself, you almost confessed that to him. Not that you didn’t want to say it, but because you still weren’t sure what you were. What this thing was between you, if it was just a temporary thing or if he was serious about you. If it was just until the video was broadcasted, until he realized his goal. You didn’t know, and you didn’t want to scare him away by confessing things like love when it’d been mostly physical between you.
At least, you figured that’s how it was for him. Mostly physical. Or maybe that was your own insecurities acting up and putting a wall between you. Maybe that was your abandonment issues trying to keep you from getting hurt again, from being left behind an open, bleeding wound again.
But wouldn’t he be worth it? Wouldn’t he be worth the heartbreak if he did leave, or if he didn’t feel the same for you? He was worth it, he had to be. You’d already suffered so much for his sake, and even though you didn’t like to think of it in that way, you couldn’t deny the obvious.
Instead of continuing, you attempted to distract him by pressing the head of your cock against his wanting hole. You’d done a good job of loosening him up, and even though the dildo was a small one, there still was a bit of difficulty at first.
Nothing that a little more lube and teasing couldn’t fix, and once everything was freshly slicked up, you popped the head past the tight ring of muscle with ease. Touya moaned again, loud and throaty, and you could see a slight tremble in his body as his skin prickled with gooseflesh.
“Fuck,” he panted, but he all put sucked you in.
“God, Touya, your body is so needy,” you moaned, getting off on his pleasure, and pressing in more. He moaned openly, sweet and delicious noises that were music to your ears as you made your way to be completely swallowed up by his ass. Hilted, you paused and let him adjust to the size of the dildo.
His chest heaved, and Touya was seeing stars. He never thought having something fucked into his ass would feel so good, but here he was; face down ass up with you deep inside and he was about to cum already. He’d never cum untouched before and this might be the first time in his life, especially if you hit that spot again.
Fuck, just the thought of it made his cock throb and bounce between his thighs, neglected and weeping. He’d half a mind to reach down and stroke himself, but you said you’d take care of him. You must know what you were doing, right? And besides that he was still so tender from the previous time, so sensitive that he might not be able to handle it if you touched him there.
Your hands ran up the length of his spine on either side soothingly, a motion he was grateful for as it eased some of the tension coiling in his muscles. You planted kisses as high as you could reach, leaning over him and silently praising his body with your touches. The rake of your fingertips made him shiver. You were always so gentle.
More gentle than he deserved, but it was that gentleness that he craved. That tenderness that he was becoming addicted to, that only you could provide. He shouldn’t love you this much…
“I’m going to move now. Tell me if it’s too much.”
Touya nodded, choking out a soft, “okay.”
You pulled your hips back slowly, dribbling more lube over the length of your strap as it became visible. He groaned, a low sound that grew in tone and pitch when you pushed back in. You set a slow pace, tantalizingly slow as he grew more accustomed to the way it felt and the stretch.
He thought he was going to lose his mind if you didn’t start moving more. Your tentativeness was appreciated at first but he was getting drunk on the way you felt in his ass and he needed to have you hit against that spot again.
“P-please,” he breathed, “More…”
You quirked an eyebrow, realizing he was doing much better than you thought, and obliged him. You picked your pace up, your hips snapping against the plush fat of his ass and making it jiggle in the cutest way. And each time you hit against his prostate he moaned loudly, sluttily.
Touya was losing himself in the feeling of you fucking his ass. It felt so good, too good, and he knew he wouldn’t last. He knew that even though he’d already had his cock milked for all it was worth that there was more to give. Sensing that he was getting closer, you picked up your pace even more.
“Gonna- Fuck, y/n. I can’t- I’m gonna cum again, shit. Don’t stop! I’m cumming please don’t stop-” he begged, his cock throbbing as he emptied his balls all over the sheets between his knees. He pushed himself back into you, matching your thrusts to get more of you, more of everything. Pleasured whimpers spilled from his lips as milky seed dribbled down, and if he could cry, he might have been crying from the pleasure for the first time in his life.
“You’re so good, Touya. You did so well, you came so hard for me,” you praised, slowly pulling out of him. “I’m so proud of you, baby. Did it feel good? Did I make you feel good?”
“Yes,” he whispered, “fuck, yes.”
As quickly as you could, you grabbed the towel from before and cleaned him off. Mopping up lube and cum, wiping away sweat, and planting sweet kisses in the path your hands travelled. All the while you praised him, telling him how amazing he was. How handsome he was.
Once cleaned and after coming down, he managed to roll over onto his back, revealing the entirety of his torso to you. You stopped removing your harness to admire him for a moment.
“You really are beautiful, Touya. I mean it.”
His eyes fluttered open and sleepily looked down at you. The turquoise all but glowing in the aftermath. Overwhelmed by your own feelings, you crawled over to him, taking the arm closest to you in your hands. You pressed more kisses there, to his fucked skin and his healthy skin, to the staples and seams and all the way up until your lips met his.
Soft, sweet, and full of all those words neither of you could say, full of all that emotion you were so afraid of. When you pulled back, Touya saw it in your eyes.
It was as if you were screaming, ‘I love you, please love me back. Please love me.’ And he swallowed hard. He did love you, god he loved you so much he didn’t know what to do about it. It’s not like he could just whisk you away and start over. It wasn’t like there was ever really going to be a future for the two of you.
This path he was on, the one he dragged you on with him, is one that only leads to sadness in the end. He knows it; has known it since Sekoto. He couldn’t do this to you, he thought as he stared into your eyes. He couldn’t drag you down with him, you were too precious, too perfect to be thrust into the fiery pits of hell alongside him. And that was surely where he’d end up.
You’d given him so much, like always. Giving, giving, giving, and Touya just taking everything he could get. Surely soon you’d break, right? Surely soon you’d realize that this-
Your lips against his again broke those swirling thoughts, jolting him back into the present with your soft touches and tender reverence.
“Are you okay? I didn’t go too far, did I?” you ask softly.
“No, doll. Not at all. My mind is just… There’s a lot at stake y’know?”
You nodded because you did know. Especially for him. Suddenly you were being hoisted on top of him, being pulled into his chest with his arms around you. One hand pressed to the back of your head to carefully play with your hair while the other trapped you against him.
“T-Touya?”
“Let me hold you.”
That’s all it took for you to melt into him, for you to nuzzle deep into him and just enjoy the warmth of another person for a while. You stayed like this for so long you thought you’d both fall asleep, but then his hands started wondering. Fingertips dancing over the plus of your ass, running along your thighs.
You hummed at the feeling, while your arousal from earlier had subsided significantly, you were still marginally turned on. You were going to just try and forget about it, the goal had been to make Touya feel good, but you weren’t going to argue if he wanted to return the favor.
It helped that you both were still completely naked.
He trailed those long, pretty fingers down to your slit, dipping two into the slick there and spreading it around. You were already - or rather, still - so wet that it made him groan. He slipped those two into your core and curled them gently and you felt his cock harden once again against your thigh.
Honestly you thought he was spent, that he wouldn’t have another load in him after everything, but the twitching of his dick to life at just the feel of your cunt told a different story. You gasped, feeling him work into you and rake along your walls to find your sweet spot.
Your back hit the mattress before you could regist what was happening, something that Touya was apparently good at considering the amount of times he’d done it since you took your relationship to the next level. He hovered over you, and then you saw it.
His eyes, normally bouncing between morose and lust, were filled to the brim with an emotion you’d never seen on him before. Something you weren’t sure the meaning of, only that he directed it all at you. It was soft, and...sweet?
Supporting himself with one arm and spreading your legs apart with his own, Touya brought his other hand back to your pussy. He trailed from your slit to your clit where he circled and flicked at the sensitive pearl, eliciting such pretty sounds from you. Two fingers dipped into your core again, his thumb taking their place on your clit as he fingered you slowly.
“You’re so pretty like this,” he groaned, feeling you clench around him. “I wanna feel your sweet pussy around my cock, can you do that for me?”
You nodded, back arching as he sped up his ministrations. Touya knew exactly what to do by now, exactly where to touch to have your mind reeling with only thoughts of the pleasure he gave to you. He was the one making you feel this good with just his hand. He was the one getting to see the erotic faces you were making. He was the one who got to make you cum over, and over. Nobody else. Him.
You belonged to him, and it was only now he realized it. You weren’t galavanting around with another, scummier villain. You weren’t ever without him, really. You were his and similarly he was yours, at least for now. That knowledge sent fire to his belly, blood to his cock, and he became hyper aware of everything that was you.
Every mewl you hummed for him, the way your tits bounced even with just his hand at play, the shaking of your thighs around his own, the tremble in your lips. It was all his, you were all his. He didn’t deserve you, the theme that’d been haunting him for weeks, months. But he needed you, he craved you, and he had you. He loved you.
“T-Touya- fuck, I’m so close, please!” you whined, but as soon as you did he pulled his hand away, causing you to whine for a different reason. The confusion in your eyes was delicious, he enjoyed having this control over you just as much as he enjoyed letting you have control over him.
“Don’t fret, babygirl, I’ll take care of you,” he hummed, then leaned down, pressing against you to groan into your ear, “Do you want to cum on my dick, or on my tongue first?”
The danger in his voice made you shiver, it was a threat as much as a promise and you tried in vain to press your thighs together, blocked by his own. Your cunt ached, needing to be filled, and if he was offering…
“Your c-cock, please.”
“Anything for you,” he said, breath ghosting over your ear even as he pulled away, dragging his teeth gently over the sensitive skin there. He was already slotted between your thighs, all it took was a bit of readjusting and he was pressing at your core.
Fuck you were so wet, he loved it. He loved the moans you gave him even more when he pressed the length of his hot cock into you, up to the hilt. He was sensitive, the way your cunt sucked him in felt so much more intense because of the prior stimulation, and he groaned.
“Fuck, your pussy is so fucking good, baby.”
He pulled his hips back slowly, savoring the way you gripped onto him like your body didn’t want to let go, and then slammed back into you. Already he was angled to hit your sweet spot, making you arch your back and moaning his name. As he fucked you, setting the perfect pace between frantic and loving, he leaned down to fondle your chest.
Rolling your nipples, massaging the soft, plush flesh even as he snapped his hips against yours and you were putty in his hand. The soft dominant side you’d shown before giving way completely, letting yourself be taken care of and wholly at his mercy.
And Touya was addicted to that. Seeing you beneath him, compliant and willing to take whatever he gave you? God, he could bust on the spot.
You’d already been so close from before, so it’s no surprise you were close to cumming again. Touya felt it in the way your cunt clenched around him, the way your breaths hitched and your moans rose in pitch. Supporting himself with arms on either side of your head, your legs wrapped around his waist, he pounded into you with more fervor. Chasing after your release and failing to stave off his own.
When you came around him, a cry of his name on your tongue, he released inside of you. You felt so good, he couldn’t help it. Even though he’d already cum so much, and though he was sure this load was subpar, he still painted your insides milky white.
Feeling him pulse inside you as he came was so sweet, you adored the way his cock throbbed with each convulsion and it only served to prolong your own pleasure. He fucked you through it, your moans and his grunts mingling in a cacophony of lust and release that filled your ears.
“God,” he groaned, dipping his head down to rest on your belly as he pulled out and let his seed drip from your cunt. “I want to see that. I want to watch you cum for me.”
You didn’t have time to question it, to question his meaning, before he was kissing down your stomach, over your mound, and hooking your thighs over his shoulders to lap lazily at your weeping pussy.
His cum was salty and bitter, mixed with your sweet slick in a flavor that was a combination of your essences. In a flavor that claimed you both as belonging to the other. Touya pushed his tongue into your hole, swirling it around and dragging his seed out and into his mouth. Some of it he swallowed, some of it he spread around and up to your clit.
He focused on your pearl for a moment, swiping his muscle back and forth over it, then latching on to suckle gently. His mouth was so hot, so needy as he nursed on you, and it wasn’t long before you were clenching around nothing. Each pulse of your pussy pushing more of his cum out and dribbling down your ass, down his chin.
He hummed against you before sliding two fingers into your core. Flexing and curling them just right to hit your sweet spot, he upped his assault on your pretty little clit. Suckling and licking, flicking his tongue over and over until you were fluttering and spasming around his fingers. Until he could feel the pulsing of your clit on his tongue when you came again.
And you thought it’d be over, you thought that would be the end, and you were content and ready to have a cigarette. But no, Touya had other plans. Even though it was cruel, and you were so, so sensitive, he didn’t pull away or let up. In fact, he added a third finger, using it to toy with your tight little ass like you’d done to him not long ago.
Your back arched, your head thrown back, your fingers grasping desperately at the sheets as Touya brought you to overstimulation. As he prodded into your holes with his long, slender fingers and mercilessly attacked your clit with his mouth, it was all you could do to stay grounded in reality and not completely lose yourself in the pleasure and the pain.
Your cries were music to his ears, oh he could listen to those moans and wails on repeat forever. Did you even know how sexy you were? Did you even know what you did to him? That, were he not completely spent, those sounds could have him cumming untouched, just like before with your strap buried deep inside him.
His hole clenched at the memory.
“Touya! Fuck- p-please it’s… too much-ah! Fuck!” you whined, grinding your hips down onto his face without thinking. That movement elicited a low groan from him, reverberating from his chest, into his throat and to your cunt. Getting fucked by you? Was amazing. Getting to fuck you? The best. But getting used like this?
Spurred on by your actions, Touya began pumping his fingers in and out of you, on each draw back, curling them to drag against your sweet spot. You were seeing stars, you were vaguely aware that you were spilling filth from your mouth. Praises and curses, a string of unintelligible pleasured noises, mixing with cries of his name and pleas to just let you cum already.
And you did, you came harder than the first two times thanks to the added stimulation. And Touya loved the way your cunt throbbed in his mouth, around his fingers. He loved the way he could still taste his cum on you, mixing with your own. He loved it. He loved you. God, he loved you. He wanted to tell you, wanted to shout it from the rooftops and carve it into his skin or burn it into yours.
He finally - finally - let up once you’d ridden out your orgasm on his face, drawing up to press a sweet and salty kiss to your lips before pulling you into his chest again and petting you softly. You were both spent, both exhausted and needing a nap but you needed a smoke.
Allowing yourself a moment of this bliss, you snuggled in tighter, feeling safe and wanted against this man, this villain. And he was a villain, you had to remind yourself. You were, too, but if you’re honest his laundry list of crimes far exceeded your own.
He’d killed people. Kidnapped children. Committed numerous acts of arson and robbery. Among other things you couldn’t remember now. And you? A few petty crimes just to scrape by? Guilty by association with the LoV? What would your father think of you now?
You did not want to think about your father.
“I need a smoke,” you said softly, focusing on the way Touya danced his fingertips down your arm, through your hair.
“Yeah, I’ll join ya.”
Prying yourself away from him, you moved to throw on some clothes while he did the same, and you both padded outside with bare feet and aching bodies. The cool air felt wonderful against your still-flushed skin as you tapped out a menthol, offering the pack to Touya.
He wasn’t normally one for menthols, but it seemed pleasant after everything that just transpired, so he gratefully took one. Holding his index up between you and alighting a small blue flame on his fingertip, you both leaned in to light your smokes. The proximity to each other over this small, mundanity you’d grown so accustomed to made you grin.
The little smile on your face made Touya quirk an eyebrow as he drew back and extinguished the flame. That little confused look, so cute and endearing, made you giggle softly. To which he huffed a quiet chuckle.
“What?” He tried and failed to stop the grin that was stretching along his face, the laughter that bubbled up in both of your throats.
“It’s just-” you broke, barking out a laugh with a puff of smoke which only made him snicker and take a drag to cover the ever-growing smile. He loved the sound of your laugh, even if he was confused. It was infectious, the kind of laugh that made you want to be smiling and giggling right alongside you.
Dabi didn’t laugh. He was a cold, ruthless villain who would burn anything in his way. But Touya? Touya could laugh, right? He used to laugh. Used to play with his siblings didn’t he? Did he?
He was laughing now, despite himself. A low, soft chuckle that shook his shoulders and resonated in his chest. When he pulled his hand away and exhaled his breath of smoke, he was smiling. Not grinning, not smirking, not that wild, feral smile you’d seen so much of. But a genuine, cute smile. And you were instantly captivated.
His lips curled up slightly more on one side than the other, his eyes half closed as he watched you from his peripherals. Even with the scars and staples, he was so handsome. Especially when he smiled genuinely. And that crookedness about it only made it more precious.
“What?” He managed to ask again.
“Nothing, it’s just…” It’s just what? That you loved him? That you felt free in a way you’d never felt before? That with him by your side, nothing was impossible? “You’re incredible, you know?”
“So you’re laughing at me?” he joked.
“Hey, there’s a lot to laugh about, but not this time, hot stuff. No, I was just thinking how far we’ve come since the start. Everything with Hana, and now with Enji. All the pain we’ve both gone through, only to end up in the same way as that first night: sharing a midnight smoke and just enjoying each other’s company. It’s a little ironic.”
He hummed in agreement, inhaling another long draw from his cigarette as you did the same. On his exhale he turned to you just as you opened your mouth. Leaning in as if to kiss you, you immediately caught on to his intention.
Gently you let the smoke waft out of your lungs and into his mouth, where he inhaled slowly. He could taste your breath mingling with the cigarette, a deep minty cooling from the menthol, and it was heaven. It was a taste of ambrosia in your essence. The inhale burned his throat, his lungs in the best way, and once you were empty and he exhaled what you’d given him, he kissed you.
One hand cupping the back of your head, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your neck as he pressed his lips softly against yours. This kiss was unlike any kiss you’d experienced before. It was sensual and intimate without being sexual; it was loving and gentle in all the ways Touya wasn’t. Or at least, in all the ways he didn’t think he was and all the ways you knew he could be.
You melted into him, letting your half-smoked cigarette fall to the concrete to wrap your arms around his middle. Touya pulled back for a moment, catching his breath, and then kissed you again. Just as slow and sweet. And he kissed you again, and again, and again until his cigarette was also spent and you were both breathless.
It had to suffice because he just couldn’t bring himself to tell you. His kisses and his reverence of you and your body had to be enough because it was too soon for ‘i love you’s and grand displays of affection. He had a mission, a goal, and he was worried that if you stayed with him he’d drag you down alongside him.
If he told you he loved you, spilled all those feelings out and let them pour from his mouth like sticky ichor, like poison, you would stay. And he knew that. He knew that, in order to run you off like he needed to for your own sake, he couldn’t tell you.
Even if all he wanted was to hear those same words in your pretty, sweet voice. Each kiss was punctuated with an ‘i love you’ in his mind. Words he could never say - would never say.
cw smut, fingering, vag sex, dabi is touya, dabi is a lovesick fool (as is canon), major abuse of brackets my beloved ♡
a/n many thanks to @httptamaki for letting me join your birthday collab! please read the other entries +here! and the fattest smooch for @iznku for beta-reading this! ily both <3
MINORS, AGELESS & BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY.
There’s a clatter to your left, the sound of metal clanging against metal, then of plastic being torn to shreds and waded through afterwards. A stray cat, you guess, or maybe a raccoon. More and more have been creeping out lately. You hope it finds whatever it is it’s looking for, though the disaster of a town you live in seldom grants wishes.
The wind howls with each step you take down the winding path. There’s a lull when you pass the old bakery, and your fingers wriggle to zip up your jacket before the gale returns tenfold. You should probably invest in a scarf — one that’s so long you could cut gloves out of it, too, to save some money. For now, though, you settle your hands back in your pockets and trudge home.
There’s a group loitering by the entrance of your apartment building, young adults who have nothing better to do than share a cigarette and pass around a can of beer, as if all that matters in the moment are the laughs they share, not the volume of their raucousness, nor the cold that nips at your cheeks and makes you wade through their huddle.
The sign plastered across the lift is crooked, but you already know what it says in that chipped away, bold font. “Out of order” for the third week running. At least the long walk up the staircase helps warm you up.
Light filters out through the gaps between the door and its frame, and you would probably be more alarmed considering the area you live in, had you not already known who was behind the wood. You don’t remember him texting you that he’d be here, so it must have been a spur of the moment choice. You just hope he’s not covered in blood like the last time he decided to surprise you.
Find part 1 here-. I’d rec reading that first but i guess you don’t really have to~
This is literally just a concept i came up with in the middle of the night, tired and h0rney, and away from functioning internet signal. and this part i wrote sleep-deprived and thirsty af for this man; proceed with caution lmao (it’s messy)
As always, minors DNI.
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“I’m a patient man, despite what most say,” he had said.
“Such… a liar, Dabi,” you breathe out, your fingers digging into his raggedy, dusty blue peacoat. He smells of rum, gunpowder, sweat, and the sea, but there’s a strong whiff of charcoal there that tickles your nose pleasantly, halfway masking the unpleasantries of his scent.
“Me? Nah, never.”
You jolt when his teeth graze your collarbone while his rough, dirty hands massage and squeeze the flesh of your thighs underneath your chemise and dress. Your head cranes back as he continues to suck bruises on your neck, with the holsters of his pistols on each hip and the scabbard of his sword digging into the inside of your thighs as your legs were wrapped around his waist. Your ass end rested on a crate, courtesy of the pirate, and your skirts were bundled up in your lap, the back of them thankfully saving you from splinters of the wooden crate.
Dabi had commandeered the fine vessel that you were quite easily, with his smooth voice and elegant demeanors despite his calloused and rough appearance. He had a way with words and getting people to do as he wanted, though there was no trickery with you. Seems you were just as interested in Dabi as he was in interested in you.
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