Just A Shotgun.
Synopsis. In which a certain delinquent gives the town’s sweetheart her first kiss with a shotgun.
Pairing. Touya Todoroki x Reader
Content. delinquent!dabi x innocent!reader, no LOV / heroes, town romance, forbidden relationship, explicit language, no smut but there’s suggestive themes.
Word Count. 1095k words
Art Credits. @sharlockart
A/N. twin sent an edit of him with a comment that said "do you think he gets high?" 🙈
Touya’s boot tapped against the gravel as he leaned back against his bike, one hand casually resting on the handlebar, the other holding his blunt. His leather jacket creaked as he shifted, pulling the blunt to his lips and taking a slow drag. The orange glow flared for a second before he let out a long, lazy exhale.
The night was quiet, too damn quiet for a town that seemed to suffocate him on a daily basis. There were no cops on patrol tonight, no nosey neighbours peeking through their blinds. Just the stars overhead, scattered across the sky like a broken bottle of glitter. It was the perfect night for trouble, for breaking away from the suffocating routine of suburban bullshit.
And he'd finally convinced you to come along for the ride.
He glanced at you, who was standing just a few feet away, probably thinking that you so out of place in the middle of nowhere. Just the two of you, no streetlights, no prying eyes.
Touya liked it like this; quiet, except for the distant hum of crickets and the low rumble of his bike cooling down after their ride. He’d parked his bike at some overlook just outside of town, far enough from view. It was one of his favorite spots, not that there was much to see besides a bunch of trees and a river glistening faintly in the moonlight, but he knew you’d like it.
"Hey, you ever smoked before?" he asked, already knowing the answer. He extended the blunt towards you. He wasn’t really offering out of generosity, oh no, it was more like a dare. A little game to see if you’d take it.
"No, Dabi, I haven’t smoked before. Hey, don’t put that over here—" You protested before he spoke. "Here, c’mon. Take it." His voice was smooth, with just enough edge to make it clear he wasn’t asking.
"Well—" Touya watched as you seemingly hesitated, maybe because of the fact you’ve never done anything like this or because you weren’t used to being dragged out of your comfort zone so late at night.
Either way, he didn’t give you much of a choice. Clicking his tongue, he closed the small distance between the two of you in just a few lazy steps. "Look, I’ll make it easy for you. Open your mouth."
Your faces were barely inches apart now.
"What do you mean?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. What was he planning?
"Shut up and open your mouth, sweetheart."
Without waiting for you to comply, he took another long drag of the blunt, holding the smoke in his mouth before he leaned in, a slow and lazy movement, and brushed his lips against yours as he slowly exhaled the smoke into your open mouth.
You pulled back, coughing. "Dabi, what the heck?" You exclaimed angrily, not at the fact that he had just kissed you, but at the fact that he had blew smoke into your mouth.
"You were supposed to breathe it in slow, you know that right? I don’t want you choking on me now." His lips curled into a shit-eating grin as he tilted his head, watching your reaction.
"C‘mon… Did you at least like it?" He teased, giving you that look that made your knees weak.
Dodging the question, you pushing at his chest. "You better hope I don’t smell like this stuff. My parents would kill me and you. They already don’t like you."
He let out a low, rumbling chuckle at your comment, the sound echoing in the quiet night air. He took another drag of his blunt, holding the smoke in his lungs for a moment before blowing it out slowly, letting the cloud drift between you.
"Maybe... But, sweetheart, if you’re worried about your parents catching a whiff of a little fucking weed, then you shouldn’t have come out here with me in the first place, huh?"
"But I wanted too…" You murmured, fiddling with your hands.
"Yeah, I know." He said, his voice dropping to a low conspiratorial whisper, his lips curling back into that grin. "Tell you what, if they give you any shit, just blame it on me. I’ll take the fall, sweetheart."
He reached out, his calloused fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. The touch lingered just a moment too long, his fingertips grazing your cheek.
"Oh, Dabi, I couldn’t do that.." You said, leaning into his touch a little. "Blame you."
Touya’s smirk only widened at your hesitation, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something more predatory. He stepped even closer, until your bodies were nearly pressed together, his hand now cupping your jaw, his thumb brushing across their your lip.
"Couldn't or wouldn't?" He murmured, his voice a low, teasing rasp. "C'mon, sweetheart, it’s not like they wouldn’t believe you." He was right and you knew he was. And you hated it,
His other hand, the one not currently holding the blunt , slid down to rest on the curve of your waist, his fingers splaying possessively across the small of your back.
He pulled you a little closer, until you could feel the heat radiating off his body, could smell the lingering scent of leather and smoke that clung to his clothes.
"Besides, I thought you wanted to take a risk for once in your life. And trust me, that's the biggest fucking risk you can take. Letting a guy like me get this close to you."
"Is that right?" You asked, your eyes drifting down to his lips. Your parents would faint if they knew what you were thinking about.
"You fucking bet it is," He said, leaning in just a little closer. There was just inches between you. The tension was palpable.
"What was that called? When you transferred the smoke to me?"
Touya blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden change of subject.
"Oh, that?" he said, his voice a low, amused rumble. "That's called shotgunning, sweetheart. When one person takes a drag and then blows the smoke into the mouth of another. It's a classic move. I figured you, Miss Good Girl, wouldn't know that."
His hand slid up your back to tangle in your hair, his fingers curling around the strands. He tilted your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"But if you want, I can show you some other...techniques. Things that'll really make your head spin." Touya’s voice was low, his eyes glinting with a dangerous promise.
"Really?"
"Really."