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I Live In Whoville, Who Are You?

Track One: Whoville | 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Dabi x f!Reader x Hawks

Genre: Smut Notes: Day one here we goooooo!! Anon sex is kinda hot, right?? Warnings: drug usage, alcohol consumption, minor blood play/mention, exhibitionism, teasing, degradation, threesome, groping, biting, name calling, praise, petnames, some DabiHawks action, slight internalized homophobia, virginity kink, virginity loss, daddy kink, oral sex (M & F recieving), fingering, dirty talk, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie.Words: 4.8k

How has something like a villains Christmas party gone undetected for so long? It’s an annual event, and not a single hero has ever heard of it. Until now. Hawks has had an interesting relationship with Dabi since the day they met. Dabi couldn’t trust him as far as he could throw him, but they seemed to go from strength to strength. He let slip about this little shindig, and Hawks wasn’t sure if it was an invite, but there was no way he was about to let the opportunity slip through his fingers. He’ll inform the other heroes. He’ll be able to catch some of the most dastardly criminals in Japan. The world. It’ll be hard to pinpoint who’s who – it’s always masquerade, apparently. A chance for everyone to lower their inhibitions and not let their appearances define them.

Hawks is going to tell the hero commission about this.

Hawks should tell the hero commission about this.

So why are his fingers lightly tracing over an embellished masquerade mask he purchased?

He’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t know why he was drawn to a mask with cerulean blue accents. He’d be lying to himself if he said he arrived at the party without a goal in mind. Without looking for a certain someone. It felt near impossible, as he looked at everyone here.

The music was blaring, each drumming beat of the bass made his wings vibrate. It was dark, too, the dim lighting provided a perfect air of secrecy for all of the debauched, lewd interactions Hawks could see before him. Cocaine snorting, pill popping, body shots on bar tops. Men and women alike engaging in exhibitionism without a care in the world. There was a strong scent of sin in the air, so thick Hawks thought he might choke on it.

He noticed current reigning king of the villains, Shigaraki, remove his mask momentarily as he laughed and scratched his irritated features. It didn’t take long for him to spot Dabi after that. He was staring right at him. A full-face mask, a jester’s mask with red accents. Had he chosen the colours for—?

The idea is knocked from his mind as his friend beckons him over with a curl of his finger. Come hither, come here.

He waded through the crowd nervously, Dabi began walking towards him to meet him halfway. Hawks has always been confident, cocksure. But now he does feel a surge of fear coursing through him. It could have been a mistake to come here, alone, without letting anyone know where he was going. There are so many villains here who’d happily have his head on a platter.

It all washes away the minute he’s mask to mask with Dabi. Not a word is spoken, not a move is made. They just stare. Is it really Dabi? Is it really Hawks? They’re both sure, but they suppose they’ll never truly know unless they remove their masks.

Dabi pulls his mask up, slightly, only revealing the bottom half of his face. And then, to Hawks, it’s clear. The unmistakable burns and staples of the villain he’s gotten a little too close to comfort to. He isn’t sure if his heartbeat should be increasing or slowing. Is he more or less nervous to see his… friend, before his very eyes?

“Nice to see you, number two hero.” he speaks, his trademark lilt bleeding into his almost hostile language.

“How could I, uh,” Hawks’ voice gets trapped in his throat as Dabi’s hands come into contact with his body. They settle on his waist, pulling him edgingly closer. Fuck, has he always been so tall? “I couldn’t refuse.” he finally finds his bearings to be able to answer the flame using menace.

“That right?” Dabi questions, a conceited smirk draws on his face as he does his best to make the hero feel unbelievably shy. He succeeds, of course.

Albeit stiffly, they begin to dance. It’s more stepping than actual co-ordinated movement. Their footwork is in sync, however, simplistic side to side motions as they begin to near closer and closer. Dabi’s hands still Hawks, keeping him firmly in place. He unbuttons his shirt by three, baring his chest to himself and everyone in proximity. The expanse of his broad chest flushes red, Dabi chuckles when the same can be said for his face.

“What’s got you all worked up, hero?” he teases, knowing it’s him. It’s his fault and he’s revelling in it. Before Hawks can even begin to remember a single word in his vocabulary, he gulps deeply as Dabi’s hand cups his face. “Why did you come here?” he asks, wanting a verbal admission. The heroic number two has a gay little crush on the big bad villain. His lips trace over the heroes mockingly. He pulls away ever so slightly each time Hawks tries to gain full contact. What a mean ol’ villain he is, huh?

“Kiss me, Dabi. Please.” Hawks begs and it’s fucking delectable. He’s been eating like a God for a while now thanks to the League’s new merger with the Meta Liberation Army, and still, that absolutely pathetic plea from Hawks’ lips is the tastiest thing he’s ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

“Aw, a kiss?”

“I- I just—” he yelps when Dabi grabs a fistful of golden locks and yanks his head backwards. His mouth hanging open, wet wanting tongue practically lolling out of his mouth.

“Say it again. Tell me how bad you want a stupid little kiss from me.” he bullies, snickering at Hawks’ bewildered expression. He was sure there was something between them, was he wrong to feel that way? This is just how he is, maybe, he is a villain after all. The idea of being wanted, admired, lusted after, is a mystery to him. And he’s mean. He’s cold and cruel and calculated. And even without all that, it’s fun. It’s fucking funny to see someone with as much power as Hawks has to be trembling and weak at the knees over someone as loathed as Dabi.

His lips are aching with wanton desire. He balls his fist into Dabi’s shirt and pulls him that much closer to him. There are no more chances of him pulling away again. But still, he asks. He asks because Dabi told him too. Why is he so weak?

“I want- I need you to kiss me, Dabi. Please.”

It’s a scorching entanglement as Dabi forces his lips onto Hawks’. The villain settles his hand in Hawks’ lower back and pulls his body against his own. They can’t help themselves as they begin to groove against each other as the kiss intensifies. Sticky tongues swirl against each other in the heat of the moment. Dabi can’t help but grin and he feels the hero moans like a simple little whore into his mouth. His fingers trace over his chest, before gripping into the material of his half-opened shirt. Hawks gasps as he pulls the rest of the garment apart by force. Buttons scattering across the dance floor. Dabi completes the kiss as he bites his lower lip when he pulls away. He notices a little bit of blood that Hawks moves his thumb towards so that he can wipe it away. But Dabi grabs his wrist, licking the wound clean himself.

“Take my fucking shirt off, baby.” Dabi demands. Right here? In front of all of these people? That is what Hawks’ stare is reading. Dabi is sure he was clear enough. He did hear him as he can tell by his dumbfounded expression. So, what is he waiting for?

Nimble fingers begin to pull lightly at the material of his shirt. Dabi pulls him towards him yet again so that their lips can lock. He does his best to focus on unbuttoning his shirt, but his head is spinning. He needs to get underneath. Hawks hums a symphony of delirious moans into Dabi’s mouth, and he is lapping it up. Finally his shirt is off and he throws it to the ground.

“Y’look like such a dirty whore, y’know. Lips all swollen ‘n covered in my spit. I’m doin’ all the work. What, are ya shy? I’ve never been softer… while you—” Dabi stops as he reaches down to cup a handful of Hawks’ throbbing shaft. “Heh. Like I thought, hard as a rock. What’re y’gonna do about it, sweetheart?”

The mocking term of endearment lights a fire under Hawks. How can he possibly be soft after all of that kissing and grinding? He leans over and buries his head into the crook of Dabi’s neck. He tilts it, giving him better access. They wrap their arms around each other so that they can be closer, tighter, as hips begin to roll against hips. God Hawks needs him, bad. Dabi does too, though he’d never confess.

Hawks smiles into his neck as he earns a moan from the scarred villain. Is he finally getting hard? He doesn’t let up. Soft sucks and bites onto his already purple skin. He starts feeling adventurous, brave, as a hand begins to drift down his torso. Dabi hisses like a snake as Hawks’ fingers trace lightly over his nipple. He takes hold of his wrist, an intense glaring competition between eyes of sapphire and gold begins. But Dabi is a villain, he cheats.

He spins Hawks around until Hawks’ back is against his chest. His ass is grinding into Dabi’s straining cock. Hawks’ shirt is open, and he forces his hands up to the blondes chest. He digs his fingernails into his skin, leaving a trail of irritated, raised, red skin from his pecs to his lower stomach. One hand returns to one of his nipples, earning an obscene moan of approval from Hawks.

“Such a slut.” Dabi tells him.

His other hand passes uncharted territory, unbuckling and unbuttoning his smart trousers with ease so that he can feel what the number two hero is packing. Dabi grins into Hawks’ ear, who hooks an arm around the back of his neck to feel his breath closer. Dabi’s words are salacious and each sound he makes is erotic, whether he’s doing it on purpose or not. It’s just that fucking tone of his.

“Got such a big cock here. Do you know how to use it?” Dabi queries. Hawks shakes his head.

“S-Show me, Dabi.”

He slowly begins to masturbate the hero who can barely stand upright. Nibbling on his earlobe and whispering obscenities in his ear as he does.

“’m never gonna fuck you, y’know? ‘Cause I’m not gay, you’re just a fun little toy. And I just so happen to need you for something tonight.”

“Fuck, Dabi—”

“Shut up. Look, over there, up on the big tree. Do you see her?”

Hawks’ vision follows Dabi’s finger although he’s squirming from the lack of contact on his nipple. The tree he is referring to is an enormous, over the top, faux Christmas tree. He hadn’t noticed earlier that it was so large there were ramps and seating areas built onto it. The place in particular Dabi is pointing to is the very top of the Christmas tree. And Hawks' breathing staggers.

“You saw her. That is who I need your help with.”

“Why me?”

“You notice something about everyone on that tree? Full of fucking snobs, but there’s a reason. Take a look. Look at her.”

His staring intensifies as he studies the woman he is referring to. He’s finding it hard to pinpoint what it is he’s talking about. She’s wearing a mask. A beautiful, short, champagne gold colour fairy dress with custom wings. Wings. They’re fluttering. They’re real. Pristine white wings like a God damn angel. An angel on top of the fucking Christmas tree. And then he notices more wings on the tree. And some people without them who still harbour the ability to fly.

“They can fly.”

“Fucking A. You can only get to a certain height on the tree without being able to fly, and she never comes down. And who do I just so happen to be tugging off on the dance floor right now?”

“S-So, you’re just using me to fly you up there so you can fuck… her? You’re really gonna stand with my dick in your hand and tell me you aren’t gay.”

“Here’s the kicker, I need you nice ‘n hard for me. I’ve been trying to fuck her every single year since I saw her. Nobody knows her name. Whether she’s a hero or a villain. Nothing. But there is one rumour going around about her.”

“Which is?”

Dabi forces Hawks to look over his shoulder to him. Lips teasing over his again, a lingering ghost that he can’t seem to solidify. Dabi smirks, licking up his neck and jaw and tugging his earlobe between teeth. He snickers as he feels the hero ooze wildly. Messy boy.

“She won’t ever settle for less than two cocks. I know how bad you want my cock, but I’m gonna burn you alive if you tell me you don’t like pussy. ‘Cause I’m achin’ over here and I want that little angel to suck me off.”

“I t-think I like pussy…”

“Y’think? Aw, waaaait. Don’t tell me you’ve still got your cherry? Was this your first handjob? Your first kiss?”

“Stop it Dabi.”

“Fuuuuuck. You are. Fucking hell, you’re an honest to God cherry, even with a face like that. Why is that makin’ me so hard? Maybe I should fuck you, wanna get fucked by a villain, baby?”

“Shut the fuck up Dabi. Keep pissin’ me off and I’ll leave. Then you’ll never be able to get to her.” Hawks tells him assertively. His resolves weakens almost instantly as Dabi starts to tap the tip of his index finger against his weeping slit.

“You’re not callin’ the shots here, hero. ‘m gonna let go. You’re gonna suck my dirty finger clean. N then we’re gonna talk to her. D’ya know there’s a love hotel attached to this place? We’ll take care of your little problem.”

Dabi frees Hawks’ cock from his brutal grip. He turns him back around to face him, shoving his finger in his mouth. He hollows his cheeks as he suckles on it like a baby nursing on its mothers teat.

“Thaaaat’s it. Just like that baby.”

Well, that’s two out of the three things done that Dabi said was going to happen.

You really are an angel. You’re so much sweeter and shyer than Dabi had imagined. But the proposal of getting not one cock but two had you nodding desperately to be taken to the love hotel by them. You were like a little girl after you flew together to the ground floor. Holding your hands up to Dabi because you wanted him to carry you. Your legs wrapped around his waist and your face hid into the crook of his neck. Aw, what a sweet little baby. He knows exactly how he’s going to fuck you tonight. It pissed Hawks off, but only because he was jealous. He couldn’t deny that you were sexy as all hell and real cute too.

It was made abundantly clear by you that you had no desire to know who either of them were. It was part of the fun for you, anonymous sex. It was infuriating, instantly, that Dabi’s total attention was on you. He helped you out of that gorgeous little dress you had on but didn’t go anywhere near your mask.

“Such a cute little thing aren’t you? Gonna be cute for him, too? He’s a virgin, y’know.”

Your vision snaps to the blonde, immediately intrigued. You feel his reluctance as your lips slot against his, though it doesn’t last. You taste sweeter than sin and soon his hands are all over your body. He doesn’t know who he wants first. A thump resounds throughout the room as you drop to your knees and begin searching for Hawks’ cock.

“Aaaat. Tut tut.” Dabi chastises as he grabs your wrist and pulls you up. Hawks looks furious. Isn’t he tired of edging him yet? “My turn for that first. Lie on your back, I’ll teach him how to finger you while you suck me off.”

He helps you down onto the bed, pulling off his trousers and underwear as you lay flat on your back, he’s on his knees beside your face – perfect cock sucking distance. He instructs Hawks to come closer as he delicately spreads your legs apart, baring your entire, intricate flesh to him. You can’t see, too busy admiring Dabi’s fat cock, but Hawks is bright red. He’s overwhelmed, Dabi can see it.

“O-Oh, - fuck - ah—!” you moan as Dabi parts your pussy lips for Hawks to get a better look.

“We’re not gonna play with you until you start suckin’ this cock, angel. What’s the hold up?” Dabi enquires. You guide his member to your lips, holding firmly by the base as you suck the tip into your mouth. Oh, he’s thick. So thick your jaw already hurts. Dabi breathes out a needy whine which quickly turns into an overconfident laugh. “Now, you see this?” Dabi demonstrates to Hawks, tapping once, lightly, onto your throbbing, puffy clit.

Both of their gazes snap to you as you hum around Dabi. The minimal interaction already causing you to whine. Pretty little thing. Nothing makes Dabi harder than a needy little whore.

“Worship this. She’ll be putty in your hands. You could finger her at the same time if you wanted, look.”

Two of Dabi’s fingers plunge into your gummy, sopping walls. He curls them deliciously, already too much to handle. You’re doing your best to keep sucking, pausing for brief moments just to breathe. To adjust. But you have to release his cock from your gagging throat as he uses his thumb to rub circles into your clit.

“Ah—! Ah—! Ah—!”

“Didn’t say you could stop suckin’ me off pretty baby. C’monnnn, don’t be selfish now. Daddy wants to feel good.”

“Mmm, fuck, mmpff—!” you keen, wrapping your lips around him once more. He holds your head with his free hand to carry on guiding you, and to keep you in place if needs be. He pulls his fingers away from you, indicating that his partner in crime should take over.

Hawks ogles at your cunt bucking upwards, tremoring and pulsing at the loss of contact. Searching desperately to be fulfilled, for the feeling of sufficiently stuffed fingers to return to you.

“Nervous baby? Gorgeous, stop suckin’ for a sec. Tell daddy how bad you need him to touch your little angel parts.”

“Please, daddy, please touch me…” you pout, Dabi leans down to kiss your lips for being such a good girl. A nice reward for being a good little cock sucker and always listening to his instructions.

“Don’t wanna let her down, do you daddy? Finger her, like the good boy I know you are, come on…”

Hawks hums, licking his lips. His heart is racing. Is this really happening? His cock twitches at the sight of Dabi humping into your pliant little mouth, head thrown back in ecstasy with an unfamiliar look of submission painted on him. He’s just… happy. Really happy that’s he is finally getting head from the girl of his dreams. He’s enjoying it. He’s just enjoying it.

He does as Dabi had seconds earlier. Pushing two fingers into your eager wet heat and rubbing his thumb over your pulsing bundle of nerves. It’s nice, but it’s not enough. Your hips buck up, desperate for more. Dabi notices, hears you whining for more. He looks over to Hawks’ hand to see what the problem is, smirking instantly.

“Move your thumb, I’ll rub her. It’s okay needy baby, daddy’s gonna take care of you, hm? Gonna make this pretty pussy sing for us.” he tells you. Immediately, you’re relaxing to his touch, finding it easier to suck him sloppily while he’s making you feel so good.

“What am I doing wrong?”

“Gotta curl your fingers while you’re inside of her like this, see? She’s got a little sweet spot she needs her daddy to hit. Takin’ on too much too quick, cherry. Take your time.” Dabi informs him.

Hawks’ fingers are drenched now that Dabi is helping him pleasure you. A few little circles into your tingling clit and your pussy is like an oasis. He does as he’s told, curling his fingers inside of you again and again. Nothing. What the fuck is wrong with him? Dabi shoots him a glare. Warning him to not get frustrated. It’s not a race, just keep curling. Just keep looking.

“Ohhh—! Mmmpfff…” you moan onto Dabi’s length. He looks down and Hawks’ sticky fingers once again, enamoured by the sight of him pleasuring you.

“Such a good boy, looks like you found something.” Dabi praises. It rushes straight to his cock, and does the secondary muffled moan that vibrates in your throat. “Yeah, definitely found something. Keep goin’…”

He does. God, he does. He’s never seen anything like it when you start to shake and kick your legs like a lunatic. Dabi becomes more forceful, scolding you and putting you in your place.

“Gotta stop kickin’ like that angel. Can’t you see your daddy’s are tryna make you cum? You want that don’t you? Wanna cum all over our fingers?” Dabi explains. You nod like a child who has just been promised ice cream if they cease their temper tantrum. You do your best to keep still. But you’re so close. Fuck. So God damn close…

Hawks yanked Dabi’s face closer to his by his hair. He couldn’t hold back anymore, he needed to taste him. Their desperate moans and whimpers slip out of them as they kiss. It’s so dirty and wet. So heated and violent. Hawks wants Dabi. Hawks wants Dabi so bad.

“Being such a good boy for me. Gonna make her cum aren’t you? Worked so hard for it baby, I’ll play with the fat cock of yours after you make her cum. Okay? Can you do that for me?” Dabi asks, Hawks nods pathetically, foreheads resting against each other. He’s running out of air, out of breath, out of patience.

“Want you to cream our fingers, songbird. Wanna see what your pretty wet pussy likes when it’s all creamy for us.” Hawks tells you. Dabi kisses him again, filled to the brim with sheer pride.

And it’s enough. It’s enough to make you convulse and clamp down on Hawks’ perfectly positioned fingers. Such a pretty, gushy girl. Dabi lightly slaps your clit again and again as you writhe through your orgasm. So good. So God damn good. Prettiest pussy he’s ever seen, so obedient. So heavenly. It’s the only pussy Hawks has ever seen in person, but Dabi assures him he’ll never find another like it.

“On top babe, now. Reverse style. Gonna fuck up into this little angel cunt of yours.”

All of you change positions, doing exactly as he asked. Hawks sits by Dabi’s side, perfectly close enough for him to keep his word. He did make you cum, after all. You pull Hawks closer to you while Dabi pleasures you both with ease. Hawks’ cock is fat like a coke can. What a waste, you can barely believe he’s a virgin. You’re moaning into each other’s mouths intermittently, unable to believe one man is able to reduce you both to puddles with such ease. He’s kissing your neck and shoulders at the same time as toying with your hardened nipples.

“Twitchin’ like crazy in my hand baby, you gonna cum?” Dabi asks. Hawks pulls away from you with a spit string keeping you firmly connected so he can nod, confessing his sins, so close to blowing his load thanks to Dabi. “Better not, gotta get rid of your cherry, sweetheart. And our little baby girl likes two cocks, remember.”

“F-Fuck, Dabi, I can’t s-stop. You’re gonna make me cum all over your fingers.” Hawks admits, prompting Dabi to slow down.

“Gonna let him in this generous little pussy too, hm? Are you ready baby? Your other daddy needs to get rid of his cherry, don’t he?” Dabi hums into your ear, urging you to nod.

“N-Need another cock, daddy. Please, fuck me.” you request.

Hawks kneels in front of you, lining his oozing cock up with your already filled hole. He looks hesitant. There’s no way you can really want this, is there? It’s gonna be too much. Far too much for your tiny cunt to handle.

“Please…”

Fuck. How could he deny you? He begins to slowly push in, your eyes rolling over white is cinematic excellence. You’re doing that because of him. God. What a little whore. You really only fuck if there’s two cocks, huh? Dabi had no intention of letting you go after this, and honestly, Hawks isn’t sure if he’ll be able to either. It’s a perfect arrangement for everyone. Save for the little matter that Hawks absolutely should not be fucking around with one of the most wanted criminals in Japan. But he couldn’t help it, even if he wanted to. He’s fucking perfect.

He slides in fully, trembling above you as he comes to terms with it all. His cock resting snuggly against Dabi’s as the villain still visciously pounds against you. Your tight walls are doing a number on him too. He’s so fucking sensitive. The aggressive rub Dabi’s cock against his and the walls of your pussy bringing them even closer is making him gasp. He’s sweating uncontrollably, you’re desperate for movement but he can’t.

If he moves he’ll cum.

If he moves he’ll fucking cum.

“Give daddy a kiss baby, think he’s a lil overwhelmed by your cute little pussy.” Dabi tells you. You reach up to cup your daddy’s face, giving him a sweet kiss on the lips. He kisses back, slowly. Everything needs to be slow. So fucking slow or he’ll cum too soon. “Tell him how proud you are, doll. You’ve helped him lose his cherry. Gotta help daddy fuck you now, don’t you?”

“D-Doin’ – ahhhh fuck, daddy – doin’ so well daddy. Please, please move. Need you to fuck me. So proud o’ you daddy please fuck me stupid!”

And he tries, God, does he fucking try. He humps into you, lips locked with yours as he does. But a few pathetic humps and he’s whimpering into your mouth like a teenager jerking off for the first time. Dabi feels his cock get coated in his friend’s cream and the same can be said for your bumpy inner walls.

“You fuckin’ virgin. Ruined mine and baby’s fun.”

“N-No, please daddy, don’t stop.” you beg Dabi, eager to reach your high.

“Stop whining sweetheart, gonna give it t’ya.” he turns you around so that you’re riding him cowgirl. Hawks gets up so he can pick up his clothes and dress himself, he’s lost total interest in the two of you furiously chasing your orgasms. “Hope you can forgive daddy, was his first time after all. He’s gonna fuck you so good next time, just needs a little recharge. Isn’t that right, daddy.” Dabi states, tilting his neck to look Hawks in the eye with stabbing contempt. Hawks nods, followed by an affirmation. When will he ever say no to Dabi?

“P-Pleaaaaase, daddy. G’na cum,”

“Doin a real number on your daddy’s cocks tonight gorgeous, such a pretty pussy made of gold dust. Gonna make us both cum buckets inside that tight cunt.”

And that’s it. The final link of the chain snapping in your core. And Dabi has never felt anything like it as your pussy sucks and squeezes the life out of his cock. And it’s spent. He shoots sperm into you by the truckload and you have never felt so satisfied to have two deposits of cum inside of you. His veins are pulsing as you keep on clenching him through your own high. His moans are mesmerising. You wipe his hair out of his face, hair stuck down on his sticky forehead before kissing him through the remainder of your tidal waves and the aftershocks of your arrival.

He sparks up a cigarette to enjoy in his post orgasm glow, looking at the two of you like you’re beneath him. You are, to him, because he knows he’s the best fuck either of you will ever have. He’s set a standard, now, and you’ll both keep coming back for more.

“Take it easy for a while kiddos,” he speaks, inhaling and exhaling a fat plume of tarring smoke, “I need you both well rested ‘n ready for round two. We gotta get rid of your cherry for real next time.”

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—PREPARE FOR TROUBLE

starring.ᐟ keigo takami x rumi usagiyama x tōya todoroki x reader

synopsis.ᐟ “prepare for trouble and make it double!” An innocent night of fun with your ill intentioned bestfriend ends in bumping and grinding with a heroic duo.

warnings.ᐟ SMUT, fem!reader, alcohol use, drug use (weed + coke), clubbing, one night stand, foursome (ffmm), public sex, unprotected vaginal + anal sex, cunnilingus, blowjobs, overstimulation, fingering, creampies, pegging, spit, spanking, slapping, hair pulling, biting, squirting, exhibitionism + voyeurism, feather play, temperature play, pet names (princess, doll, dove, honey, mommy + daddy) used

word count.ᐟ 10.6k words

m.mutt 𐂯 this is a refresh/rewrite of an older fic i have since deleted on tumblr! this fic is/has been cross posted on my ao3! i hope you enjoy!! (12/8) edit: THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH FOR THE LOVE!! new things are coming soon including potentially extra parts of this!! hope to see you all soon!!

SWEATY bodies bump and grind against each other as loud music plays in the humid club. Girls sit in seats at the bar, flirting with sleazy men hoping to get a free drink and cash. Douchebags hit on everything they see with thighs and breasts as if they were chicken.

It made you feel gross.

Clubbing was definitely not your favorite activity in the world. The only reason you still sat in this place was due to a text you had gotten from your friend, an offer to save you from boredom under his own rules, of course.

On a night like this, you’d rather be sprawled across your bed. Masturbating to whatever degenerate porn you could find that caught your interest for longer than a minute.

You sat at your little table, tucked away at the back of the club, sipping on the half-empty drink in front of you. Your friend had run off to grab more drinks and hadn’t returned in a while. You were so tempted to flirt your way into another drink, stronger than whatever fruity concoction you had ordered the first time.

Come on now, it’s not like you didn't wear this dress for nothing. The way it hugged your skin and complimented your curves was sure to lure in anyone willing to spend their money on you.

It seems you’d have to resort to that soon considering a dark-haired demon, left on your own.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear though. After what felt like an hour, the familiar mop of black hair crosses your peripheral and slides into the seat across from you. “You left me, asshole.” You complain and he snickers, setting a drink in front of you.

“Sorry, princess.” A soft smile tugs on his scared lips, accented by his snake bites. “Got a little distracted.” He digs in his pocket, tongue poking from between his lips in concentration. You grab your plastic cup and sip the liquid from the little black straw.

“Oh, fuck.” You hiss at the taste, this was much stronger than your previous drink. “This is what I needed. Thank you, Dabi.” You smile sweetly at the man across from you as he sends a wink your way. “Anytime…there it is.” His hand is quickly pulled from his pocket. A rectangular tin, a lighter, and a small clear baggie are tossed onto the table.

“You wanna get fucked up, princess?” A sly smirk splays across his face in the dim club lighting.

Hesitantly, you crack open the tin seeing about seven blunts laid side by side, in the clear baggie was loose white powder. “It’s’ll I could grab, my plug is going out of town.” You continue to stare down at the items on the table as you sip. “You obviously don’t have to, but I’m definitely gonna do a line or two.” You weighed out your options, looking back up at him.

He looked pretty in the low lighting, the soft blue tones of the flashing lights illuminating the lower half of his face. Perfectly concealing him in mysterious shadows. Dabi was always pretty though, scarred flesh molded into an alluring figure.

You stop your meticulous studying of his face before focusing back on the substances before you.

You grab a blunt from the tin and pull it to your lips. “You mind?” Cerulean eyes light up and his smirk grows. “Anytime, doll.” The flame sparks on his index finger and he holds it out to you. You lean forward, lighting the end of the blunt and taking a few puffs while it is held tight between your lips. The smoke flows freely as you sit back and blow it out.

“‘S a new strain, tell me how ya’ like it.” Dabi lights his own, holding it between his teeth for just a moment. He takes his drags like a pro, watching as you relax into your seat after each puff. “I thought you were stayin’ relatively clean?” You bump the baggie on the table.

Dabi huffs a laugh, averting all eye contact he once held. “There’s no point anymore.” He says it as if it were the easiest thing in the world. You would’ve pressed but, it’s hard enough being the friend of a villain.

Making him regress into his shell wouldn't help.

“See anyone you like?” He’s changing the conversation. “Nope. Everyone’s boring.” You take another drag, blowing the smoke down onto the table. “I see what you mean, princess.” Dabi leans back in his chair, eyes scanning over the room. “Not even a bimbo to fuck for the night, this blows.” - “You wanted to come here!” You mention as he sounded so bored.

“For once this place is empty, full o’ normies.” He rolls his eyes. “Why do you typically come here?” You finally ask, leaning forward to hear him better.

“I used to meet my dealer here before he switched locations. Maybe find a piece o’ ass or two but tonight it’s dry.” Dabi downs the rest of his drink, setting the cup on the table.

“Didn’t a new club open like a few blocks away?” You lean down to sip your drink again. “Think so, but that’s one of those high-end places. Only pros and horny fans are gonna populate that joint.” He remarks, grabbing his cup and scowling at its emptiness.

“Fuck, I’m gettin’ a new drink.” He huffs, pushing off the table. “You want another, doll?” He quirks a brow as he towers over you. “Nah, I’m alright thank you.” Dabi shrugs and walks off.

You sat at the table, taking drags from your blunt and sipping your drink. At least the music in this place wasn’t bad. The DJ playing an upbeat RnB song. You sit by yourself for some time, gently swaying in your chair. The liquor and weed were hitting now.

Eyes slightly blurry as you dazed off into the distance, music flowing through your ears. You were on cloud nine, with no clue of how much time was passing. You snapped from your daze when your phone buzzed violently on the table.

Unlocking it, you open your messages and see Dabi texted you.

hey

heyyyy

read

doll

doing a line off this blonde assss

read

shits magical

read

you left for a drink??

sent

took a detour

read

You hadn’t even noticed he took the tin and the baggie. At least you still had your blun—your eyes trail over and notice it had burnt out a while ago.

“Damn it!”

A soft sigh leaves your lips as you rest your chin on your hand. He was going to be awhile. What was the point of ever dragging you to this club if he was going to go fuck some bitch and leave you lonely? You had no interest in flirting with any of the randoms who danced or sat by themselves.

You knew you had a few admirers here, they gawked and mumbled as you walked past but, with Dabi’s intimidating demeanor and your lack of interest, you knew they’d never show up.

You watch as a couple across from you make out. Hands in their hair, tongues down their throats, and their hips rocking against each other. You made a face of disgust, a festering jealousy broiling within you.

You debated leaving the club, catching a ride, and going home. It wasn’t often you got to hang out with Dabi but, if he were actually here and not spending his time elsewhere you wouldn’t be in this predicament.

There was no way home that wasn’t sketchy or incredibly inconvenient. So, you should grin and bear it. Fuck Dabi, his short attention span, and his high sex drive.

“What’s a sweet thing like you doing here all alone?” A hand grabs the back of your chair, grazing your skin. You flinch, turning quickly to see an older man with golden and silver teeth. He was nursing a cup in his unoccupied hand. “‘M not alone.” You pick your drink back up, needing to keep it close to your body.

“Oh, I know. I saw that jackass walk off with some pretty boy not too long ago.” The man circles your table, sitting in Dabi’s previous seat.

“So, he ain’t your boyfriend. He’s too busy chasing after the same tail.” The man laughs, loud and hearty. It made you uncomfortable so, you laughed awkwardly. Hoping Dabi would save you. “You smell good, baby. Like earthy and shit.” - “Weed.” You curtly mumble, pulling your cup back to your lips. “You’re smelling weed.” You take a long drink, hoping he would just get the hint and walk off.

“How about you dance for me, hmm?” You furrow your brows, looking at him as if he had three heads. “I’ve been here all night and haven’t seen ya’ dance. C’mon, sweetness.” He leaned forward, resting more on the table. You go to send him off before he pulls out a wad of cash.

Your reaction was very visible. Eyebrows pulled high, jaw slightly falling slack, and eyes wide. The man laughs at your reaction. “I can make it worth your while.” He offers, with a grungy smirk.

“Whatever you want.” You take the offer and stand.

Before you could move on to dancing, you finished off your drink knowing you’d need to be more intoxicated to do this. Your body sways with the music and your hands trace your figure. Mind hazy from the drugs and alcohol, eyes watching the other figures move in the dim lighting, only truly appearing when neon lights flickered over them.

The DJ changed the song to a more sensual new age song, appealing to the young adults and older clubgoers trying to stay relevant. Your hands run up your thighs, lifting the skirt to your black velvet dress, showing just a few centimeters below your panties. The man watches from the table, bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

You flash him a smile and scoop your breast from your dress, holding the soft mounds in your hands. You pull a nipple into your mouth, sucking on the bud before adjusting your appearance so no one else would see. If you were gonna put on a show for money, you were gonna do it right.

Your tipsy, fluid dancing was disrupted when a body pressed against yours. A smirk curls up on your lips as you begin to grind your ass into the figure behind you. With a quick swivel of your hips, you determine your partner is either a woman or a grower.

The hairs on your neck stand to a point as hot breath brushes against your smooth skin, making slight arousal begin to form in the deepest pits of your stomach.

The mysterious figure grabs your waist, pulling you taut against them. As your back collides with their chest you realize your intruder is a woman. “Hi, princess.” The woman’s husky voice sends tingles through your body and straight to your hot cunt. “Hey.” You replied, continuing to grind into the woman’s lower half.

“You look absolutely delectable, honey.” Her tongue seemed to whip at the top of your ear, leaving saliva to cool and send goosebumps down your arms. “You haven’t even seen my face,” You quip, reaching you and behind you to hold her neck.

“What if I’m a horrid creature.” A soft fan of breath hits your neck again as she laughs. “I’ve been watching you from afar for a while, princess.”

You noticed she was hiding you as you danced against her, your bodies concealed from the man watching you. Her hands softly rub at your hips, trailing to your ass whenever you’d lean over to throw it back. Pussy flooding with slick as you feel her hardly noticeable thrusts against you as you grind your ass against her.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” She asked words like the melody of a jealous love song. “He’s at home,”

You whispered, making the woman pull back a little. “He’s pink, silicone, and needs to be plugged in after I cum.” You laughed at her reaction. “Fuck,” She laughs. “You scared me, sweetness. Thought I was gonna have to beat a prick up tonight.” Your heart fluttered for a moment.

“You beat a man up for me? Already?” You were flattered, truly flattered a stranger would be so forward. “Honey, I know I’d do anything for you.”

Her words were thick and sweet, almost silencing your rampant mind from the question on the top of your tongue. Who is the stranger who decided to dance with you?

Reluctantly, you pull yourself away from the woman leaving your body tingling and begging for her warmth. You turn to face to view your mysterious female partner and your heart pounds faster.

Your eyes widen at the sigh of the tall woman. Hair as white as snow draped down her back matching the fluffy ears atop her head, a contrast to her deep, brown skin. The lilac two-piece she worse accentuated her vermillion eyes.

“Hi, honey bunch.” She bats her gorgeous lashes at you, clearly taking note of how you guffawed at her.

She looked so strong. Her torso was covered by a low-cut, spaghetti-strap top. Her thighs, lord her thighs, muscles bulged from the confines of her maxi skirt, the same color as her shirt. Her breasts nearly spilled from the top, muscles flexing from their cotton prison.

She was going to ruin you. “You okay? Am I losing you, honey?” Her hand comes up to cup your jaw, gently stroking one spot by your lips.

Her red-painted lips spoke words of honey and like a bee, you latched onto every word.

“‘M fine, you’re really pretty.” You compliment, your fingers coming up to play with the ends of her blazer. “Why thank you, love.” Her gaze was so intimidating, deep vermilion eyes boring into yours with lust. Your lust-filled grinding had stopped due to your admiration of the woman before, making you feel out of place from the other club-goers around you.

“I want you.” You murmur before pulling back from her. A tan, manicured hand reaches out quickly to grab your own, keeping you at arm’s length.

The woman watches in confusion as you shake your hand free and throw her a smirk.

You move into the light, trailing hands up and down your body as you sway. The song playing was sensual and slow.

Your eyes trace over the woman’s form as you dance by yourself, knowingly teasing and seducing her. Pearly white teeth sink into her red-painted bottom lip as she watches you lift your dress to flash your panties in the large crowd. Two fingers dip into your mouth, collecting saliva and trailing down your body. Your hips buck slightly as your fingers come into contact with your wet panties and your sensitive clit.

You gently caress your clit and softly moan.

Red eyes darkened with lust as she grabbed you again, pulling you by your hips and holding you close. “Oho, seems I’ve got myself a little slut, hmm?” She chided, staring down at you. “You’re fucking filthy, huh?”She seemed to moan, blown pupils concealing her blood-red gaze. “Did you like the show?” You ask, giving her your most innocent look and licking your lips.

“I loved the show, honey. I wanna see more. I wanna see your cunt drip with arousal and cum after I eat you out.” The woman’s mouth like velvet as she brushed her lips against yours. Shaky breath leaves you as her hand's cradle and squeeze your ass. “I never caught your name, princess.” Your arms come to rest upon her shoulders. “I never threw it,” You giggle, making her give a stern look.

“I’m ___, I like ‘Honey’ a lot though.” Your teeth gently sink into your bottom lip. “Name’s Rumi.” Rumi, a pretty name for an even prettier girl. It replayed in your mind, an echoing melody. Rumi, Ru-mi, Roo-Me, Ruh-oo-me.

Rumi.

She’s pulling you away before you can argue, leading your pliable form to a booth across the dance floor. You glide through crowds and slip past people, hands interlocked as you walk.

It’s disorienting when Rumi pushes you onto the pleather seats, sliding in beside you. It’s pathetic how your cunt throbs when her hands rest on your hips. “You’re so pretty, honey.” Rumi's grip is possessive as if you were her prize for the evening.

“Look at you,” Her hands are roaming, creeping up your torso until they’re cupping your breast. A staticky feeling fluttered through your body at Rumi’s touch. Eventually, her hands move up to your cheeks, smushing your lips together. “Beautiful.” She leans in and softly kisses you.

Rumi’s hands eventually find their way to squeeze and grope at other parts of your body. Your lips are interlocked, tongues briefly intermingling. Rumi breaks the kiss, leaving you to pant hopelessly.

“You want me?” You nod, stupefied. With a quirk of her brow, you compose yourself enough to scramble a plea. “Isn’t that what I said on the floor?” Rumi smirks, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear before leaning in to kiss you once more. Your lips meet, hers soft and sweet, a subtle burn behind her kiss from her previous alcohol consumption.

Rumi’s hands cradle your head and grasp at your hip. The kiss is deepened as her tongue glides against your own. As if your bodies were magnets you found yourselves gravitated towards each other. You shuffled onto her lap, your thighs strewn across hers as she held you closer.

Rumi’s hands escape to your waist as yours escape to hold the back of her head. Almost swapping positions. She grabs and gropes, pinching the skin and grinning as you cry out. Your mind is foggy, you’re present but, your body’s on fire.

You feel good, better than good. Your core throbs and aches, hips bucking as you beg for attention. Rumi obliges your silent pleas, she gently strokes your thigh. Skilled fingers just barely brushed against the thin fabric of your panties.

Your lips move in sync, her dominating yours as you submissively accept. Rumi teases your sensitive skin, dragging her nails drown your thighs, roaming towards your ass only to move away.

You pull back for air, panting heavily as Rumi kisses your neck. Hazy eyes darted around the club, hoping no one was watching you and your newest lover and it seemed as if you both were invisible to the intoxicated crowd. They were dancing, drinking, laughing, anything but, looking at your booth.

You pull Rumi back by her hair and smash your lips against hers. She admired your bold move but, shut you down soon after. Her teasing finally comes to an end as her fingers rub against your clothed clit. Your cunt leaks with arousal, the sticky fluid clinging to the panties adding the pool on the thin fabric.

Rumi pulls your panties to the side and slides her finger through your soaked cunt, collecting the juices you produced. She pulls back from the kiss and shoves her two fingers into your mouth, replacing the warm feeling of her soft tongue. Your eyes, wide and naive, stare into hers.

“Go on,” She gives you an encouraging nod. “Taste yourself.” This wasn’t your first rodeo by any means yet you felt so intimidated by her. Her presence alone was enough to make you feel small, almost insignificant.

Slowly, your tongue dances around her fingers. Between each digit and over each knuckle, you clean her finger of your arousal and allow her to slip them away from your mouth.

Rumi's saliva-slick hand trails back to your throbbing core and her finger traces your clit, applying pressure, making you moan.

Her eyes bore into yours, asking for permission before she continued with her insatiable and filthy acts. “Yes.” Your voice was soft but Rumi heard you loud and clear. Her fingers began their descent into your hot, wet cunt. The way they curled and scissored against your walls forced moans and gasps from you.

You were thankful for the upbeat, loud song the DJ had chosen to play.

Rumi's fingers were like magic, bringing you quickly to your impending orgasm. Your hips rock with her motions hoping for more friction and control. Rumi notices your tactic and pins you in place, giving you a stern look when you pout. “You take what I give.” She mumbled, staring down at her fingers sliding into your slick pussy.

Her eyes watched as your pussy throbbed with every movement and arousal leaked into her hand.

A loud moan makes Rumi look up at you. You sat slouched on the booth, teeth sunken into your hand and eyes squeezed shut. “You close baby?” You nod rapidly as the knot in your stomach nearly bursts. “You can cum baby, go ahead. Cum for me, honey.” Rumi kisses your neck and ear.

A strangled moan gets caught in your throat as the tension finally snaps as your orgasm washes over you. Cum drips down onto the seat and into her hand making her praise and console you. “You did so well for me honey.” She praises, rubbing her free hand up and down your trembling thighs.

“So good for me.” Your heart pounded and your head seemed hazy, not only from the activities you had engaged in earlier. You pant and whimper as you calm down for the erotic scene. Rumi smiles down at you, watching as you come down from your high.

“C’mon baby, come back to me. Floatin’ off too far.” She kisses your forehead, cheeks, and nose. Anything to jump-start your mind. Soon your eyes refocus, settling on the hulking form before you. God damn, isn’t she gorgeous? “There’s my pretty girl.” She coos, smiling. “I’d take you somewhere to continue this but, I didn’t show up alone.” Rumi waves, looking over you, raising her hand, and then focusing back on you.

“Doesn’t mean we can’t relax though.” Your walls throbbed and you realized she never removed her fingers. “Oh, sorry love. Wanted you to be more attentive before I overstimulated ya’.” The white-haired woman suddenly leans over you protectively, flashing a smile at whoever is approaching.

“Thank you.” Her voice was thick. A waitress places two trays of drinks on the table. The smaller woman bows and skips off leaving you two alone.

“You’re starin’, pretty.” Rumi grabs one of the drinks and downs it. You hadn’t even realized your eyes never left her. Honestly, besides the overall brain fog, you were still trying to decipher who she was.

You wince, as everything around you seems to become louder. It’s like a kick in the chest. This sudden clarity shocks your senses, sobering you from all previous events. You almost feel winded and dizzy.

“Breathe for me, honey.” You do as told, shutting you as she holds you. Her fingers shift within you, pulling a heavy whine from your chest. Rumi coos softly, rubbing her thumb over your aching clit to soothe you.

Slowly, her fingers are pulled from your aching cunt, leaving you empty. It’s crude, the way she grins at your watchful gaze. Rumi pulls the digits into her mouth, groaning at the taste of you. You watch with bated breath as she cleans herself before pressing a kiss to your lips.

“I’m gonna need to taste you again before the night ends.” Her voice is sultry and silky. You nod dumbly.

You're moved back to your spot beside her, a hand resting on your thigh for comfort. She’s forcing you to drink water as she talks, it’s a little hard to hear her over the music but, you were just happy to be looking at her. Suddenly, she catches something in her peripheral.

“You bastard!” She shouts to a figure approaching the table.

“Walkin’ with a fuckin’ limp? Already? I thought you could hang Mr. Takami.” A bashful blonde strolls up to the table. “Shut up.” The man whines as another figure approaches behind him. Rumi laughs as you notice the man behind the blonde.

Fucking Dabi.

Both of your eyes widen seeing each other. “Did you bring your toy to meet me?” Dabi stared at you in shock, impressed but, shocked nonetheless. “No, I need to take a seat.” Rumi laughs a sound that focuses you. “Well then, this is ___. Honey, this is my best friend, Keigo.”

Holy fuck. As if this night couldn’t get any goddamn better. Of course, he had to choose the one blonde who was best friends with your hookup.

“Heyo.” Keigo slides into the seat across from you. “This is Dabi. Dabi, Rumi.” He gestures towards the woman. Keigo’s a pretty blonde, average height with a nice build but, you couldn’t see much dark, collared shirt. Behind him, pressed between his back and the booth were a set of vibrant red wings.

A pair you had seen on television and Dabi’s phone many times.

“So how’d you two meet?” He asks as he pulls Dabi to sit beside him. “Saw her on the dance floor,” Rumi's arm comes to wrap around your shoulder, keeping you close. “She’s so fluid when she moves.” A smug look falls on Keigo’s face.

“What about you?” Rumi asks, stopping Keigo before he speaks further. “Oh, I saw hi—“ He is interrupted by Dabi. “Saw him in the bathroom, he let me do a line off his ass.” His nonchalance made the statement feel so natural as if the words he said weren’t totally absurd.

“You were in there for much longer than just ‘doing a line.’” Rumi presses. “You’re a smart girl, you saw the limp.” Dabi chuckles, grabbing a drink from the tray before him.

“How come my business gets aired out and Rumi gets to stay quiet?” Keigo pipes in.

“Oh relax, birdie. Maybe later.” Rumi takes her shot. “I’m kinda curious too.” You kick Dabi’s shin, making him laugh. “It’s fine, I’ll pry it out of the bird later.” You all laugh, grabbing shots and chatting.

You're sticking looking between Rumi and Keigo. Back and forth as if you were almost programmed to do as, analyzing them. The markings by Keigo’s eyes, Rumi’s ears, and muscles. “You alright there, dove?” Keigo asks, noticing your movements. Dove.

It finally clicked and you felt like an idiot.

You had been dancing with a pro. Mirko to be exact. You were kissing and grinding and letting Mirko touch you. The Bunny hero was seen as any lesbian's wet dream. Her muscled stature, boisterous personality, and glowing face made her easy to love.

Dabi on the other hand had been with Hawks. Japan’s heartthrob and favorite hero. His charming words, striking quirk, and gorgeous looks left everyone in awe.

The Mirko and Hawks. The Bunny and Bird duo most of Japan would drop their panties for.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You grab another drink from the table, quickly downing it to suppress the sudden onslaught of thoughts. “Where the hell have you been, doll?” Dabi spoke from his spot across from you. “I could ask you the same.” He gives you a look, one that says “I asked you first.”

“Need I remind you? You left me.” You stated matter of factly. “I was propositioned by an old man for a grand.” Rumi chimes in, “I can attest to that, I saved her.” Dabi just rolls his eyes, used to your typical dramatics. “Did you take it?”

“Not the point.”

“Look, at least I gave you a heads up.” He argues in defense. “Not really.” A look of annoyance crossed his scarred face. “Yeah, yeah. I told you I’d be busy.”

“Not with fucking Hawks.” You muttered to not alert anyone who may have been eavesdropping. “Oh well, told you it was a blonde.” Dabi shrugs as if that removed all the blame from him. “Besides you didn’t tell me it was Mirko.”

At his words, you shrink on yourself. The truth finally spills from your lips. “I didn’t realize it was her…” The man blinks at you in silence before erupting with laughter. “How do you not realize you’re getting fingered by Mirko?” Keigo and Rumi do their best to suppress their own giggles.

“Will you shut up?” You whisper-yell in embarrassment. “Aw come on, don’t give her a hard time,” Keigo speaks after calming himself. “The only reason we come to this shithole is to go unnoticed.” Which made sense, everyone seemed so focused on their own worlds.

“So,” Rumi hums from beside you. “How do you two know each other?” You sigh dramatically. “He is, unfortunately, my best friend.” Dabi rolled his eyes, leaning back and folding his arms to rest behind his head.

“You adore me.” He replied smoothly. “Loathe, you. There’s a difference.” You correct him. “Sure, like you would know.” The dark-haired man scoffs, looking over at the crowd.

“Seems like there’s something more than friends here.” Keigo admits. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Didn’t say that but, there’s something.” You lock eyes with the hero, studying his features in the dim lighting.

Although your way of life and line of work prevent you from being too involved with heroic affairs, you’ve seen Keigo before. His glowing skin, perfect hair, shiny wings, and stylish clothes. He’s gorgeous, in person and on screen.

He looks different before you, obviously out of hero attire and a professional setting. His normal get up replaced by a black collared shirt and matching jeans. Although a visor no longer obstructed the view of his golden eyes, his saucer-like pupils did.

“What did you do to him?” You asked, remembering Rumi’s remark about his walking. “Why do you wanna know? Fear you’re missin’ out?” He laughs, throwing an arm around the blonde.

“Hell no. Shut up!” You pout, leaning further into Rumi. “Don’t get so defensive. You know I gladly will.” You can feel a slight jealousy brewing inside of you, almost making your eyes twitch. “Take you in the back and bend you over. Want me to take a line off your ass too?” The rattle of his deep voice went straight to your cunt.

“Or do you wanna go back to mine?” You shift in your seat, cunt throbbing and panties soaking once more.

“That’s enough.” You grumble, face flushed. Dabi knew the perfect way to get under your skin, especially if he wanted something. “I mean, I really wanna get out of here.” Keigo leans his head on your friend's shoulder.

Dabi grins as Rumi also agrees. “We have a place nearby, it’s easier that way.” She says, not even giving you a moment to speak. All parties seemed to agree but you. You watch as Dabi kisses Keigo’s foreheads before whispering something inaudible in his ear.

Your cheeks are pinched and your fave is turned towards Rumi. “We should head out,” Rumi’s voice filled your head as she gets closer. “I wanna get you outta this dress.” She nibbles at your ear. “Does that sound good to you? Goin’ to a hotel or somethin’ and lettin’ me wreck this pretty pussy?” You have to stay quiet so you don’t moan. “Y-yes, please.” Your voice, weak and trembling.

Rumi and Keigo glance at each other and give a nod. “Let’s go.” Rumi helps you up from the booth, holding onto your arm as you wobble for a moment. She brushes herself off, quickly linking arms with Keigo.

“Look at me.” A rough voice commands, fingers finding your chin. You're forced to look into Dabi’s intimidating gaze. “You okay?” Before you can speak he’s brushing lint off of your dress and fixing your hair. “I’m okay, Dabi.” His thumb cautiously wipes stray eyeliner from beneath your water line.

“We can dip at any time. You wanna stop? We’ll go. Understand?” You nod quickly, not trusting your voice at the moment. “Good girl,” He pressed his lips to your forehead, making your eyes flutter shut. “Don’t need you puttin’ yourself in a bad situation f’me or because you’re starstruck, m’kay?” You nod again.

“I need words, pipsqueak.” A shiver wracked through your body. “Okay..”-“Good, thank you, princess.” You and Dabi’s relationship is more than complicated. You're not together by any means but, you keep the bed warm for each other. He’s never shown particular interest in you, besides your time spent together and jokes to mess with you.

Dabi has taken it upon himself to always be your caretaker. He's always there, even if you don’t see him. Especially in a situation like this, he’d never let you sleep with someone without his presence. For some reason, you abide by his rule.

“I drove us here, keeps things more inconspicuous,” Rumi says, tossing some cash on the table. “I’ll go pull the car around, there’s a lounge in the back.” She straightened her dress and threw her long hair into a bun. “Kei,” The blonde peers around Dabi. “Get them back there and I'll let you know when I’m here.” - “I gotcha. C’mon guys.”

Rumi kisses your cheek before she leaves, giving you a wink before she disappears into the crowd. Dabi throws an arm over your shoulder as Keigo grabs his hand, leading you all to a dim hallway lined with pictures and tacky decor.

A security guard and a black metal door were the only things here and as you approached man opened it. Four large men, dressed in security uniforms, turned to watch you enter. “Evenin’.” Keigo’s voice was chipper, he even wore a smile.

“Just waiting for our ride. Do you mind?” The men look at you, eyes flickering up and down. “Right this way Mr. Takami.” One of the men rises from his seat, unclamping a velvet rope and pulling the curtains back.

“Room number four is cleared, sir.” You follow behind them, entering the dim room. “Well, aren’t you helpful? I’ll be sure to leave a good tip.” You looked to Dabi. “Y’alright?” He murmurs, continuing to keep you close.

“I’m okay, I swear.” You nudge your head into his shoulder. “You’ve been all over the place, princess. Mind keeps wanderin’ away.” Keigo takes a seat, pulling his phone from his pocket.

Dabi lets you go, following Keigo's lead. He sits with enough room between him and Keigo for you to squeeze in. “C’mon, get comfortable.” Dabi pats the space. Both of their thighs were spread, leaving you practically no room to sit without sitting in them.

“Rumi shouldn’t be too long but,” Keigo tucks his phone away. “She parked on the other side of the street.” He shrugs, adjusting his position. “Might as well take a seat.” His gaze was predatory, the way his hips shifted, exposing his dickprint.

You roll your eyes and take the seat, ending up spread on their laps. They don’t mess around, hands quickly coming to touch and rub at your figure. Their faces in your neck, kissing at the skin and tickling you with their breaths.

“You’re so pretty, dove.” Keigo mutters, his hand squeezing at your thigh. “I like this color on you.” Dabi nips at your lobe. “Thank you.” You’re already breathless, almost overwhelmed by the attention you’re receiving.

“Did you say ‘thank you’ to Keigo?” He asks, voice husky. “Thank you, Keigo.” You pant out, locking eyes with him. “Good girl.” Dabi coos, his hand coming to cradle the nape of your neck. “Isn’t he pretty?”

You're positive your pupils match Keigo’s. Dilated and hazy but, full of lust. His hands creep around your waist as he pulls you close. “Mhm,” You hum, entranced with the man before you. “You should kiss him, pretty.” He felt like your conscious or the little devil sitting on your shoulder.

“For me, yeah?” Egging you on for mutual satisfaction. Keigo kisses you, unable to take the tension much longer. Lips mashing, hands roaming, and soft groans rumbling from your chests. Dabi watches with a wide grin, one hand on your neck and the other on Keigo’s clothed dick.

He would occasionally squeeze both of you, relishing in your moans.

Keigo’s hands move to your breasts, squeezing the flesh in his palms before slipping his hands beneath the fabric. He breaks from the kiss to ogle your tits, pressing his face between them, kissing them, and sucking on the skin. “Keigo, shit.” You bite your finger to suppress your sounds.

Keigo worships your tits. Lapping at and sucking on your nipples, tweaking them between his fingertips. He left hickeys in his wake, covering your chest in lovebites to remember him by. The warmth of his tongue in your sensitive nipples flooded your cunt.

Dabi’s hands left their positions, soon one was trailing up and down your thigh. The other was unbuckling his jeans and delving beneath the fabric of his boxers to stroke his aching erection.

You grab Dabi’s hand, placing it exactly where you needed him. His large hand covered your entire clothes cunt, his fingers press along the fabric. “One time not enough?” He asks in a hushed tone. “Please, I don’t ask for much.”

“Yeah right.” Dabi scoffs but, obliges your plea. Your panties are shifted to the side exposing your soaked pussy to the cold air. You whine loudly as his finger presses against your clit, the skin-to-skin feeling almost foreign.

The men had focused their attention on you. Keigo worshiped your breasts as he stroked himself. Dabi made quick work of stimulating your clit, drawing tight circles in the bundle of nerves. Your juices were coating his fingers, causing them to slip occasionally.

“You’re soaked.” Dabi coos, allowing his fingers to glide through your slick folds. “Ya’ like me spreadin’ you open?” You mewl at his words, squirming in your spot. He snickers, watch as you watch him attentively, awaiting his next touch.

Two thick digits circle your aching cunt before delving into the source of slick. Your back arched at the intrusion, hands flying down to grab his. Dabi’s fingers slowly pump into you, rendering any fight against him useless.

You’re soon weak, laid across him and Keigo, on display for anyone who may pass through. Your cunt squeezes around him, gushing from the slightest ministrations. You're already sensitive, having an orgasm ripped out of you once before.

Now Dabi’s assault on your poor cunny felt like overkill. His thumb was pressed to your clit, tight circles traced on your skin, his fingers deep in your core, Keigo’s hot mouth on your tits.

It’s becoming too much.

“Kei, c’mere.” Dabi broke the static of your moans, guiding their faces together before locking into a deep kiss. You're pliant and needy beneath them, helpless watching from below as they make out. It's slow, passionate, something that makes your heart skip a beat. They seemed comfortable as if they’d been in this scenario before. Knowing, Dabi, they have.

Keigo writhed in his spot, softly thrusting into his hand for any kind of friction.

Dabi refuses to skip a beat, his fingers increase with pace. You cry out from beneath them, soaking the fabric below you.

Dabi breaks the kiss, pulling Keigo up and into his lap. “S’fuckin’ pretty.” He mutters, grabbing the blonde’s jaw. Heavy eyes, filled with lust, meet your own. You stood dumbly in the room, fingers twisting strands of hair. “For someone so hellbent on gettin’ fucked tonight, you’re bein’ quiet distance.” His brow quirks up, asking you to give him some excuse.

“Does it feel good, princess?”

“Speak up.”

“It feels so good, please don’t stop!” Your pretty eyes are full of tears, pleading with him to keep going. Keigo, ever the pleaser, locks you into a deep kiss. You hum in contentment, eyes fluttering shut. Keigo is quick and needy, a predator devouring his prey.

His kiss was hungry. All spit, tongue, and teeth. Hands wandering, tugging, and squeezing at whatever they can find.

Keigo pulls away almost as quickly as he sprung towards you. He’s a panting mess of blonde hair and disheveled clothing. “I need to taste that pretty pussy.” He heaves between bated breaths. “Ya’ gonna let me, dove?” He doesn’t give you a moment to speak, latching onto your neck once more leaving pretty purple marks against your skin.

“Car’s out back let’s—“ Dabi is the only one coherent enough to notice Rumi in the doorway, sending her a two-fingered wave. She watched as you writhed in Keigo’s grasp, soft moans spilling from your spit-soaked lips.

“I hate to break the party up but, if we don’t leave right now I’m gonna slut you all out in front of everyone.”

None of you waited around for another order. Scrambling to dress yourselves and exit the dingy building. It didn’t take long to get to their hotel, a ten-minute drive max.

Rumi sat in the driver's seat, struggling to keep her eyes on the road. The rest of you piled into the back of the vehicle, a perfect distraction for your driver. Grinding, kissing, moaning, spanking each other. Her eyes would flicker between the streets in front of her and the backseat.

Rumi desperately wished she could just watch, pull over to the side of the road, and throw all caution to the wind. She wanted to watch as you and Hawk’s sloppily made out in the backseat, tongue tangling and grinding against each other's thighs but, the rearview mirror would have to suffice.

Once arriving at the hotel, she helped untangle the mess of limbs and escorted you all to their room. She scolded Keigo as he nearly sunk to his knees in the elevator, reminding him of the cameras watching their every move.

You had to behave until getting into their room and once you did, you were aghast. Your eyes widened as you looked around, no longer focused on your partners behind you. “This place costs more than my rent.” You awed, looking around. Rumi and Keigo snicker, licking up and getting comfortable.

There’s a sudden gust of wind, lifting the skirt of your dress and you’re surrounded for a moment by a plume of crimson. You turn, and watch as Keigo stretches his wings. They almost double in size, effectively dwarfing you beneath him. He wore a proud smile on his face, wings back to their full appearance.

“Sorry, dove. Feels weird not having them around.” You yelp as something brushes against your nipples before a red feather slips from between your breasts and onto the wings of the hero before you. “Pervert.” You tease, making him chuckle.

“Come with me.” Keigo takes your hand pulling you behind him. He leads you from the entryway to the closed door of the bedroom. Two feathers pushed the doors open revealing a stunning bedroom. Your jaw falls in shock once more.

The room was huge, decked in neutral-toned colors, floor-to-ceiling windows, mood lighting, and a large bed in the center. “Seems like you two were plannin’ on bringin’ someone home.” Dabi's voice made you jump, he stood in the doorway beside Keigo.

“It wasn’t exactly Rumi’s plan.” He admits, leaning against the taller man. Dabi pulls the hero close, pressing a kiss to his hairline. You were too enraptured with the room to hear their conversation only for Keigo to speed past you.

He collapses onto the bed, sprawling out onto the sheets of the massive bed.

You jump feeling a quick smack to your ass. “Get on up there, princess.” Dabi coos, following behind Keigo. You watch as he kisses the blond, straddling his waist, and pinning his hands beside his head. “You heard him, right?” Rumi’s voice scared you. “Relax, honey.”

“And take that pretty dress off, I wanna get a few things.” Rumi was already taking off her heels, allowing them to clatter to the floor.

You followed her orders perfectly, stripping yourself of your dress only to be stopped by a warm hand. “Let me help you.” Dabi stared at you with such intensity and lust, a look you’ve seen from him many times but, this was different. A kind of gentleness resting behind his gaze.

“Da—“ He hushes you. Carefully, his hands slip beneath the strap of your dress, knocking them off your shoulders. “Calm down, doll.” His hands were hot as they pulled your dress down your legs, lips attached to your skin, leaving lavender memories for you to find later.

You're gently pushed onto the bed and he follows suit, back to kissing your sensitive skin.

Keigo moves to the other side of you, kissing your thighs in worship. You felt as if you were on a cloud, having two men adore your body felt amazing. The men met at your hipbones, staring at each other over you before leaning in for another heated kiss.

Their tongues tangled with each other, strings of spit slipping from their mouths and down onto your heated skin. You writhed and whimpered, watching the two men delve into such intimacy. Keigo's hand was quick to find your clothed cunt, dragging his fingers up and down your soaked folds. Your hips canted up, breaking their kiss. “Calm down, princess.” Dabi’s voice made you shiver, heart pounding harder in your chest.

His scarred lips are pressed against your panty-clad clit, eliciting a beautiful moan from your kiss-swollen lips. He sloppy kissed your clit, laving over it with his tongue, moaning each time you writhed beneath him and the blonde.

A throat clearing makes your eyes snap open.

Rumi stands at the end of the bed, lilac strap-on standing proudly before her. “I see you all are getting along well.” She gets a chorus of moans in return. Your panties were soaked in drool from the men, all of it mixing with your arousal and making it drip and coat your cunt and ass. “Such a sight for sore eyes,” Rumi crawls onto the bed, slowly. Dabi and Keigo slowly pull back from your cunt as she made her way towards you. “Such obedient boys, hmm?” She grabbed their jaw.

Keigo melted immediately, a doe-eyed look on his face while Dabi was the complete opposite. A look of annoyance and embarrassment washes over him before he pulls from her grip.

“Thank you for gettin’ her nice n’ wet f’me.” Her red gaze was now on you and you nearly cried. She was all muscle and curves.

Heavy tits sitting perfectly on her chest, thick thighs on full display, wet pussy hidden by her harness and strap. She noticed your gaze, spitting on her hand and slicking up the toy. “You wan’ this? Hmm?” She hums, teasing you without even touching you. “You want Mommy’s big cock inside you, baby?” You whimpered loudly, nodding quickly. She laughs at you, loud and mean. “Yeah? Okay, I’ll give it to you, honey.”

She leaned down, hovering over you. “‘M gonna ruin you, baby.” She teases your slick folds with the tip, dragging it down from your clit to your sopping hole and back up again. She repeated this motion several times, watching as your resolve slowly broke until you were clinging to her and whining for her to just, “Put it in already!”

She answered your prayers soon enough, her thick cock splitting you open on her pretty strap. A moan is ripped from the deepest parts of you. “Fuck, so tight.” Her eyes stared down at your hole, watching how your walls held her. Rumi pulls out slowly, pushing back in just a little deeper. She keeps her thrusting at a steady slow pace, watching as you squirm beneath her.

You were growing slightly impatient, wrapping your legs around her waist, trying to push her deeper. She ignored your pleas and pinned your arms as you went to grab her. “Mph-please,” You beg, getting tired of the slowness. “F-Faster, Mommy.” Her ears perked up, her body going rigid for a moment. Her tail moved quickly, tickling your ankles and calves. She kicked into overdrive, pulling out quickly and pounding into you with a loud ‘squelch!’ You felt all of the air get punched out of you and you didn’t even get a moment to recover.

She fucked into you quickly, thick cock slamming into your cervix without care. You keened and cried, happy you got your wish. “Fuh-fuck yes, Mommy!” You cry, tears wetting your hazy eyes and flushed cheeks. “More-muh-more!” Her pretty hands wander down to your clit, rubbing tight circles on your soaked cunt.

Her other hand dragged over your figure, gently stimulating you but, making you beg for more. Your eyes roll to see Dabi mounted behind Keigo, the younger male's wings spread and twitching as his eyes roll. Finger digging into the fabric as he cried out your best friend’s name.

The ghost-like touch of her hands caressing your bosom and the heavy pressure of her strap, deep inside your gummy walls, made you squirm.

Some cry out when they cum. Backs arched and lips open in a shout. They’ll cry for their mothers, god, or anything their lust-hazed minds can possibly name in the heat of the moment.

You were definitely a part of that group.

Whenever your hands or your silicone toy has brought you to another orgasm, you’d cry out and arch your back in ecstasy before falling back into the comfort of warm sheets.

Now you cried out her name, back arched high off the bed as you cum just for her. She laps it all up, her non-stop thrusts dragging it on for what felt like ages. “Such a good baby,” She coos, bringing her lips down to nibble at your collarbone. “There you go, cum ‘round this strap, honey.” You cried out at each sharp thrust, feeling her so deep inside you, that it drove you crazy.

Your silky walls throbbed, slick continuing to leave rings of creamy white around her strap. Your hips jerked suddenly, trying to pull away from her. “Too much? Hmm?” You nod quickly, breathless and lightheaded. Your bleary vision focused on Keigo next to you, eyes crossed as Dabi fucked him into oblivion, drooling trailing from between his pretty swollen lips.

“Okay, okay.” Rumi’s thrusts come to a stop as she stays nestled inside you. Her lips wrap around your nipple, gently sucking at the hard bud. “So good, baby.” She hums, tongue curling around your bruised breasts.

“Gonna let Mommy cum, hmm? Mommy’s gonna cum for you, baby.” She kisses your chest, removing her hand to rub at her own clit. Her heavy strap rested against your cunt and stomach. Her mouth covers your own, allowing you to swallow each of her moans as she draws herself over the edge.

Soon, she came so prettily. Moans flowed freely as she tossed her head back before burying it into your neck. She shivered against you, kissing your neck and rubbing your hips.

You two lay in the aftermath, lulled into relaxation by the steady moans and thrusts of the couple next to you. A wing suddenly smacks you in the face, forcing your eyes open in frustration. Keigo’s back was arched so prettily. Wings fanned out, mouth hung open as rope after rope of cum splurt out from his throbbing cock. Dabi soon toppled over the edge after him. Filling him to the brim then, pulling out to watch it pour from his abused hole.

You all lay in the bed, catching your breath after all of the pent-up sexual tension came to fruition.

“Fuck,” Dabi was the first to speak. “Need ‘nother blunt.” Keigo laughed, rolling onto his back. Rumi nuzzled your neck, pressing more kisses. Dabi sat up, stretching himself out, getting up to grab his coat. Rumi sat up, removing her strap which left pretty indents on her dark skin. Dabi returned, holding a baggie and his packet of papers.

Dabi leaned to the side, using Rumi’s nightstand to roll a few blunts. Everyone took a moment to breathe, coming down from their long-awaited orgasm of the night. You knew it wasn’t over though. Golden eyes traced over your bare skin, flickering from your blissed-out face to your still-dripping cunny.

You could feel the throb from your cunt once you see his cock, slowly twitching back to life. You two kept your eyes on each other while Rumi and Dabi spoke. You both slide closer to each other, sitting with still a bit of room between you two.

Suddenly, you two surged towards each other, lips locking in a heated kiss. Hands roaming all over each other's figures. Pulling hair, grabbing feathers. You both pull away, panting and sloppy. “Wan’ you to suck my cock, baby.” He was slightly out of breath, puffs of air fanning your face. “Wan’ fuck ‘his pretty pussy.” He was still slightly delirious, both of your eyes practically mimicking hearts.

Your hands drift down to his already hard cock, gently stroking him as he cooes so prettily beside you.

“Such a pretty cock, Kei.”

He whines and keens, your thumb swirling around his cockhead, collecting any stray precum. You stared down at the blonde’s cock lovingly, enjoying his purrs and moans. Your cunt was throbbing, slick leaking down your thighs and onto the sheets. You need Keigo, desperately. You hardly wasted any time. Dropping down and wrapping your lips around his pretty cock.

His hips cant up into your mouth before you held him still, suckling his pretty head while he cried beneath you. “S-so good, ___! Feels so fuckin’-ah!” He was so sensitive from his previous fucking, twitching wildly in your mouth and already pumping drops of precum into your mouth. “S’fuh-hmm!” He tosses his head back, running his fingers through your hair before grabbing a decent handful. Dabi and Rumi sat on the sidelines.

Sharing a blunt between the two of them, watching you both indulge in each other. Keigo panted erratically. Already feeling the burn of overstimulation from his previous heavy orgasm. Your mouth was his vice, one he couldn't get rid of. A few feathers part from his vermillion wings, caressing over your body. Carefully winding around your breasts and legs, squeezing tightly onto your nipples.

“Fuck, fuck! Need ta’ ma-make you feel good ___!” Keigo gasps out, followed by the buzzing of a toy Rumi set on the bed early. He teases your hole, circling the cylinder around and coating it in your juices. You initially jumped once it made contact with your clit, taking the blonde’s cock further down your throat and moaning around him.

Pleased by your reaction, he continued to circle your clit and slap it against your sobbing cunt.

Finally, he plunges the vibrator deep inside of you, the thickness of it filling your walls and making you cry out. He kept his cock deep in your throat, fucking into your warmth while his feathers continued to please you. The two on your nipples curled and uncurled, effectively pinching you. The small one on your clit, buzzing quickly and making you gush. Several around your body, gently dragging up and down, keeping you on this edge.

His pretty hands brushed your hair out of your face, wanting to watch as you fell apart for him. “S’good, baby!” He tosses his head back with a loud moan. “Fuckin’ hell! This mouth so fuckin’ good, ‘m gonna cum down yer’ throat, dove!” He was losing his composure, wings unable to stay still as they fluttered and trembled. He was writhing beneath you, fully caught up in the pleasure of your mouth as you bobbed on his cock.

Your walls were tight, squeezing around the buzzing toy. The rope in your stomach was unraveling as you gagged and choked on Keigo’s cock. Each sound forces you closer and closer to your own orgasm. “Please, please!” He begged, seemingly to any higher power. Dabi leans over, stroking his hair and kissing his face. “Such a good boy, Kei.”

“C’mon, cum for her, Keigo.” Rumi joined in, rubbing his chest and hips.

“I’m—gah, ah—fuck!” His lips part in a silent cry, an angel’s plea. Tears were running down his face, matching your own. You two came together; Your walls squeezing around the silicone toy and his cock pumping into your throat. He emptied himself into your mouth. You came with him, gushing around the toy as you swallow his cum. As an attempt to slow your breathing, you drink aloof his arousal. Pulling off his now softening cock with a dopey grin only to fall onto him in exhaustion.

You laid nearly lifeless over top of Keigo. Rumi and Dabi quickly come to your aid. Pulling you off of each other. Rumi cradles the shaking blonde, stroking his hair as he cries. You curled in on yourself, quivering as tears rolled down your cheeks. “Oh no, it’s okay. You both did so good. So good.” Your mind couldn't process what was happening anymore. Brain so clouded, your eyes couldn't focus on your surroundings.

You lay there, shaking, and shut your eyes. Slipping into an uncomfortable unconsciousness.

You were so out of it. High on weed and your numerous orgasms of the night. Your body ached in overstimulation, shivers wracking through you periodically. Heated hands run up and down your quivering body.

“Shhh, relax, princess.” A voice rasps in your ear, kisses pressed down your spine. You lay on your stomach, trying to calm down and stop your hyperventilating. “I know, I know,” He cooes, continuing his motions. “You’re doin’ so well f’us. Doin’ so fuckin’ well.” You relaxed under his grip, eyes slowly fluttering open.

“Can you hear me, princess?” You nod, tapping on the bed a few times. “Good, good.” He moves to cuddle you more easily, one of his arms moving to support your head. “You wanna keep goin’? I’m not gonna force you to take more if ya’ can’t.” Your mouth was dry, probably a factor of cotton mouth but, you swallowed enough spit to coat your throat.

“Yes, please,” You take another large swallow. “Wan’ more.” Dabi chuckles, lightly smacking your inner thigh. “Dumb little slut wants more cock?” He purrs in your ear, moving to straddle you. “Yes, Dabi. Wan’ more.” He manhandles you, forcing you more onto your stomach then, pushing your knees in so you’d be presenting for him, ass in the air.

“Such a gorgeous ass,” He spreads your cheeks apart, watching as your cunt drools for him. “Sloppy girl.” He dives down, kissing your messy hole. Your jolt forwards, whining loudly into the pillows. “My pretty girl.” His scarred lips tainted your hole, smothering and lapping up any juices that spilled out of you.

His jeweled fingers soon join, slipping into your abused hole. “Da-Dabi!” You jolted forward, moving away from him. A sharp smack is landed right onto your left asscheek, followed by two extra.

“Who the fuck are you runnin’ from, huh?” His voice was deep as he growled the words at you. Sharp teeth soon dig into your ass. You cried out, once again moving from the blossoming pain. Dabi spanks your cunny, cackling at your cries. “Answer me you fuckin’ brat.” He tugs your hair, forcing you back to stare at him from upside down. Tears were in your eyes once again, threatening to pour out at any moment.

“‘M suh-sorry, Dabi.” You were begging for sympathy. “Nuh uh, apologize right.” Your brain was so hazed, you searched his eyes hoping for an answer.

“‘M sorry, Daddy.” He smirks widely, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Good fuckin’ girl.” He kisses your lips softly, letting go of his rough hold. “You wan’ my cock, hmm?” - “Yes, Daddy. Want your cock, daddy.” A pleased smile worked its way onto his face.

Dabi readjusts your position, pushing your head into the pillows. “Be good for me, princess.” His leaking cockhead drags through your folds, starting from your clit and dragging down. You whine and push back onto him, hoping for more. He stops, slapping his pierced shaft against your soaked cunny. “Bet this pretty pussy’s so tight,” He grabs your hips as he begins to push in. “So tight and fuckin’ wet.” Dabi growls.

Feeling each cold bulb of his pierced dick sliding into your tight heat made you keen into the sheets. Fisting them tightly between your fists and jaw falling open. “Ah—fuck me…” His voice was slow and drawn out as he pushed through your gummy walls. “Fuck yes, Daddy.” You pant, drooling onto the mussed sheets. Once he’s fully seated, he slowly pulls back out; Letting another beautiful moan flow from his tainted lips.

After a few agonizing thrusts, ripping whines, and whimpers from you, his thrusts pick up the pace. “Came four fuckin’ times an’ you’re still tight as a virgin?” The dark-haired man snarls, fucking into your tight cunt quickly.

His slow pace became fast and ruthless. “Oh shit, Daddy!” You shouted, picking your head up for a breath of fresh air. You moan shamelessly into the air, eyes hazed in pleasure.

“Please—shit—please, please! Sluh—slow down!” The air was being punched out of your lungs. You could feel his cock in your stomach, making a very obvious bulge protrude from your stomach. “Pluh—please! Stop, Daddy! ‘S too much!”

“Ugh—god! Daddy, please!” His cock rammed your cervix, uncaring that you begged him to stop. His fingers dug into your hips in a bruising grip, keeping you upright as he used your dripping cunt. “Creamin’ on daddy’s dick already, hmm?” He growled in your ear, biting at the lobe. “Just started and you're already fallin’ apart.” His hips roughly smacked into your ass, pleasingly reddening your skin.

Dabi’s thrusts were precise and sharp, nailing your sweet spot each, and every time. “Squeezin’ me so damn tight, baby,” His head falls between your shoulder blades. His forehead presses against your sticky skin. “Cum for me, doll. Cum all over Daddy’s dick.” Voice ragged from strain. His fingers trail down to your clit, weaving tight circles to bring you to the edge and you followed his order. Cumming loudly around his thick cock. Cunt pulsating and gushing around him as he moans in pleasure. Praising you for being so damn good for him.

“My good girl, my good fuckin’ girl!” His voice hitches as his hips stutter. “Fuck ‘m gonna cum, pretty.” He presses hot kisses to your back, lips dragging against your skin as he continues to fuck you roughly. You were breathless, barely hanging on to consciousness as he pistons in and out of your abused cunny. You wouldn't be walking for weeks.

“Gonna fill up this tight pussy, m’kay, baby?” You nodded slowly, caught in your post-orgasm haze. The world covered by a thick smoke screen. He grips your waist hard as he spills into your womb, hips continuing their movements as he fucks his cum deep inside of you. Finally, he collapsed onto you. Kisses and mumbled apologies pressed into your skin; Digging into your brain.

The room's air was thick with smoke and lust. Everyone panting and returning to their previous reality. You and Keigo were down for the count. Both lay flat on your faces, panting wildly and eyes shut.

“Y’done?” You lay on the bed in a daze. Mouth parted, drool spilling onto the cool silk sheets. Body shivering from overstimulation and the crisp air. Holes twitching, nearly violently as slick and cum pour out of you. Your eyes are unfocused, staring ahead of you. If it weren’t for the rise and fall of your body, they would’ve thought you were dead.

“Let’s clean ‘em up, get ‘em in bed.” Dabi is already scooping you in his comforting grip. She helps Keigo up, leading you all to the bathroom. A soft kiss is pressed to your hairline, making you hum in content.

“I gotcha, princess.”

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[katsoozy]

Less than a week until this is animated!!!!!

[katsukikitten]

Synopsis : Designing comes first and foremost in your life. There wasn't a damn thing that you wouldn't sacrifice in order to see your name as a luxury brand. So taking a job in a whole new country under the strongest woman owned and ethical brand Mitsuki was a no fuckin brainer. That is until you find out that the devil wears Mitsuki red bottom heels and has an attitude hotter than hell. Making you, her apprentice, fetch coffee like her personal bitch. But you were a sick dog with a sicker dream that you were going to bring to life. That is until a one night stand comes back to haunt you, making you hate the name Katsuki.

Warnings : drugs, choking, smut

Chapter Two : Feverish touch but a cold tongue

Master List | wc 4710

The contrast of Katsuki is maddening but irrelevant now as you step off of the elevator into the expensive lobby.

Gliding through across the marble floors in your red bottom combat boots, the cursive M stitched into the side in the same bloody hue that's on the sole.

Your phone chirps with a large coffee order and you close your eyes. Counting your breath after you see the seven fucking coffees, a party sized order of pastries, along with items that needed to be picked up from other designers that were possibly working with Mitsuki for an up coming event.

This was your third month in a row of treatment like this, dropping everything to please Mitsuki and God Damn it today was your fucking day off. At least it was supposed to be and yet your feet carry you to Starbucks.

The only thing you had a chance to discover about the new city you lived in. That and the high fashion district but other than that you weren't even sure where the hell the closest grocery store was or if your stove in your apartment fucking worked. Take out after take out after take out, drowning in fast foods if you even had the time to eat at all.

And the only reason you had the chance to go out and blow off some steam last night was because Mitsuki said she was going to dinner with her husband and maybe her son.

Two men you'd never seen and were perfectly fine never meeting.

It just felt like your luck was such shit recently or maybe it was your perception about everything.

Bullshit this fuckin sucks

This Katsuki asshole being the icing on the cake. How could such a funny, sexy guy turn into such a dick? Did he have a Hyde jekyll thing going on? By day a demon and by night an angel? The dick giveth the dick taketh or some philosophical shit.

It didn't matter, he was supposed to be irrelevant now that you're waiting in the long line for an extra tall iced coffee, your mind wanders back to last night.

Of how after your hot round of sex, after his silly joke, the two of you talked pretty late into the night. Him bringing out some fancy ass wine from the little cooler built into his massive island. How he didn't let you walk anywhere after. Carrying you with ease, shoving you into one of his shirts that would quickly get discarded when he was ready for round two.

In the meantime he had you sat in the only pristine room in the entire place. The kitchen, the cool marble under your plump ass as you sent rapid fire questions about why he needed a chef's kitchen for one. How his crimson eyes sparkled when he told you how much he loved to cook and then how his eyes clouded when he said he didn't have any reason to anymore. You knew he had money and he knew your designer clothes but neither of you mentioned work and for that you were grateful. You found out what felt like quite a bit, how he liked a large range of music, how he hadn't finished a book in years from lack of time. Who his favorite painters were, Böcklin, Millais, Kuniyoshi. He didn't scoff when you said Van Gogh and Monet for yours or how Ophelia was one of your all time favorites because you felt as if you were drifting through life like that sometimes. Floating dangerously on the cusp of numbness, of nothingness. Surprisingly he agreed.

"Born to live, live to die, nothing lies in between when ya hardly feel anything at all."

Tapping wine glasses together, toasting the shadow that loomed over everyone's shoulder. The wine was bitter sweet just like the moment.

The most memorable thing from that night, aside from the three rounds of insanely good sex, was how his hands stayed glued to your skin no matter what he was doing. Fingers ghosting your shoulder or gripping your thighs as he laughed at one of your stupid jokes.

It echoes in your head now and you snear, making the poor barista shrink away, stuttering as she repeats herself.

"I-I'm sorry ma'am I didn't catch that last one."

"Oh no worries, just cold foam on that one please." You gave your best smile and she returned, "Sorry about so many orders with such a long line."

"S okay, a lot of personal assistants come here." It made your jaw clench trying so hard to keep your disdain off of your face.

Just another reminder of what felt like a waste of three fucking months.

You were an apprentice treated more like an abused rotary phone and forgotten itinerary. Pampered her little dog she kept at the office, shredding the organic chicken and mixing it with special broth and pumpkin puree from the five star restaurant down the road.

Fucker not only ate better than you but more often.

Hell you even had Mitsuki's dry cleaning penciled in under your name.

A deep sigh as the coffee shop offers you a brilliantly designed way to bring all of the orders in with one hand as bags filled with heavy fabrics cut into the skin of your forearm.

Coming into the office nodding your head at the security officer that jogged to open the door for you. That follows you to the elevator to press the button as you give a tight smile.

"I still owe you that tour, pretty lady."

"Hmmmm." Is your only reply as the chrome doors take their sweet fuckin time to close. Riding it to the top floor and struggling with the double glass doors as the ACTUAL receptionist ignores you, filing her nails. When she makes eye contact with you she picks up the phone that wasn't ringing and pretends to answer. For a moment you stare into space with a dead expression before finally winning the fight against what felt like a two ton door with cursive M's and her last name stamped in kanji in the bottom corners.

"Such a bitch." You hiss as you pass the desk, sneering at the woman holding the corded phone to face.

"Oh, is that you?" Mitsuki asks bored as you struggle with the wooden doors that separate her personal suite from the receptionist area and the small desk you had.

"In the flesh." You hiss lowly, setting down her coffee before going to set out everything for what was obviously a meeting with clients.

You hadn't met a single one yet or drafted a garment or had any of your suggestions heard. Shit your own coffee order was often dictated to you. Tall black hot with one vanilla pump.

Who the fuck drank that?

Not you, your coffee was iced drowned in heavy cream and a hefty scoop of sweetener.

Back to the side table closer to her desk you meticulously set out each piece given to you by the luxury brands. Some big names and some small, both trying way too hard to impress instead of focusing on the theme of the event.

Crimson eyes watch your facial expressions with interest.

"Don't like them?" She takes a sip of her coffee, all of her questions were rhetorical so you didn't bother answering.

"Burn your tongue on your coffee today? Forget how to speak? " For some reason that's the final straw, temper you stomped and pressed down in order to keep this job was now burning up your throat.

You know the one you spent four fucking months on a submission piece for, that you had to design and sew in order to even be considered. Worked until your fingers bleed and ached. Spending all of your savings to ship it overnight and had half a damn mind to fly it there yourself.

This very job that you turned down a cushy spot in Paris for. Could have been sitting pretty under a huge label that was rumored to be easy to rise up the ranks.

But the only reason you're standing in front of Mitsuki herself now, is because this god damn job was advertised as apprentice, not errand bitch.

The fact that Mitsuki was one of the few women dominating the fashion world without giving up quality, ethics, or herself only sweetened the deal.

Bakugou Mitsuki bent to no one and you admired that.

Used to be like that.

Til you came to work for her and it felt like your tongue was stuck to the bottom of that red heel like spat out gum she happened to step in.

When you twirl around and see burning ember eyes searing your skin with scrutiny for some reason it makes you think of that damn asshole from this morning making you fully snap.

"Mitsuki. Respectfully. I don't fuckin drink hot coffee. I like it iced. Iced. I'm not here to get your dry cleaning, I'm not here to pick up coffee orders, I'm not here to play chef to your fucking dog who seems to be a replacement for your asshole inconsiderate practically non existent son!" You finish your rant with a heated huff, keeping your glare fixed to hers as you finally add with conviction, "I'm here to design."

She narrows her eyes at you, the room charged from the intensity of her weighted gaze and in that moment you think you've lost your job.

But fuck it, least you said your piece and got one last free breakfast and coffee from it.

Just sucks she may or may not tell the whole fashion world about your nasty attitude and even nastier mouth as if she didn't say fuck off every other sentence herself.

Lips twitching before they pull into a smile that she was fighting.

"Bout damn time you found your back bone again." She smiles, "And your full honesty. Now answer the question. You don't like them?"

She nods towards the outfits you've laid out.

"No, they're hideous and clash. Trying too hard to stand out, forgetting the theme is summer festivals and not a fuckin carnival." You snarl, staring at the pieces.

"And how would you make an outfit you liked with the items given?" You stare down at the fabric, "Obviously you're allowed to mix brands."

She sips her coffee again as you think.

"For myself or a client in general."

"Fuck it, let's say both." Mitsuki answers. Quickly you assemble something for yourself, finding the moodier colors that would be similar to dusk before they get ready to light the fire works. Pairing a small hand bag for a pop of color, much lighter than the darker tones of the outfit. Before moving on to what you'd make for the client, a bold red that you mixed and matched between the others until you made the perfect ensemble only second guessing your belt choice for it once you step away. Mitsuki comes closer, eyes judging every aspect of it.

"Perfect." She points to yours, nail hitting the purse. "Cotton candy pink paired with the black and twilight is nice."

"This one…" Reaching for another belt and swapping them out, "Is now perfect."

She stares at the composition of them, that in the quick time you captured the theme well, much better than whatever the hell they sent you with.

"Mitsuki-san, your party is here." The intercom on her desk pulls her away, pressing the big white button. "And my son?"

"Still hasn't arrived." Mitsuki rolls her eyes at the answer before she sighs, "Send them in."

Laughing is heard on the other side of the door before a large man with long red hair opens it. Letting in two smaller guys and one almost the same size as the red head. An electric blonde with an overly flirty smile, a raven haired man who's a natural heart breaker, an emerald haired softy, finally the mountainous man comes in and gently shuts the door.

"Mitsuki-chan!" All cheery with different tones. Pulling the woman into a hug as if she'd known them all their life, giving those little air kisses.

"My, my, you boys look well. Ya been eating?" She chides, "I know how you pros live off of coffee and crumbs."

Sheepishly they all look away, telling on themselves and earning her ire.

"Now this is exactly why I get a whole tables worth of special treats. I better not see many left when I come back."

"Come back?" One of them asks.

"Ah, I have to step out for a bit but you're in good hands." You blink dumbly for a second, wait was she leaving these high profile clients to you?

"This is my apprentice, she'll be working with you from now on, if you like the mocks she drafts up for a few upcoming events and leisure wear. Don't fret though I do have backups drawn if not. Just make sure you act yourselves around her, she's got a good eye, she'll know what you'll like. See ya boys!"

I will???? Oh my fucking god!

"Bye Mitsuki-saaaaan." The electric blonde winks as Mitsuki exists with that damn fluffy dog.

The men immediately go into introducing themselves starting with the raven haired man.

"Sero Hanta, Cellophane." He holds out his hand, it's a firm shake and he has such an easy smile. His civilian clothing plain and you take a mental note to look up the hero uniforms of the three who are in their street wear.

"Denki Kaminari, the one and only Chargebolt." He kisses your knuckles with a wink.

"Ease up Casanova." Sero scolds, picking up his coffee and extending Denki's order to him just to get him away from you.

"Flattered." You scoff, playful smile on your lips as it was obvious he was hamming it up.

"Kirishima Eijrou! Red Riot!" Out of habit he hardens his fists and slams them together. Before a slight flush paints his cheeks, as if he hadn't meant to do that.

"Izuku Midoriya, Deku." Izuku smiles, holding out his gloved hand. The only one of the four in his hero uniform. Another firm grip and this close you can see the freckles on his nose. You look over the uniform, noting the material and instantly recognizing the stitching, fingers touching at his arm, "Does Mitsuki handle the hero uniforms as well?"

"Uh yeah actually." Izuku starts one of his first information dumps of the day, "Mitsuki thought that the designers were only thinking of a quick turn over and as far as looks she thought most were tacky. Using 'cheap materials' and unethical shops for some of the mass production of standard uniforms. She partitioned the hero's commission and the government to allow her brand to subsidize costs while keeping quality high, especially for up and coming heroes. At first the support teams were against it thinking they'd lose their jobs or that fashion would outweigh functionality so-"

"Izuku, dude, cliff notes version." Kaminari chuckles.

"Oh yea," Izuku chuckles, "I tend to fall down the rabbit hole a lot."

"I didn't mind the history lesson." You shrug, "We all have our little quirks."

The guys laugh at your accidental pun and when the room dies down your devilish cat smile returns.

"Now, who's my first victim."

"Oh me. Pick me!" Kaminari says around a pastry before woofing the rest of it down. He's chatty as you work and you don't mind. Easily taking measurements and laughing at his jokes. Noticing the way he touches his wrist absentmindedly to diffuse any static shock he may have built up before you get close again.

"And that's how my bestie Sero made me take two shots too many." He ends his wild story about his 26th birthday party while you frantically write down design thoughts that came to you while talking to Denki. The electric blonde steps down as Sero steps up onto the platform for measurements.

"Yea and can you believe that's how he ended up reviving the trend of jumping on the bar to dance and sing off key."

"Hey! I have a great singing voice."

"Sure." Sero laughs, rolling his eyes in the process. This time around he's the one asking you questions that you answer here and there. Like where you're from, when'd you move from the states, did you like it there? Why you got into fashion? All the while you're still taking extra care to double measure his elbows for suits as you make him straighten and bend his arm.

"Ah ya know the usual. Been here three months, the states aren't super bad but still suck, honestly some men don't know how to dress and yet they get to design clothes? Yea fat fuckin chance." Sero nods his approval of your answers before Kirishima takes the smaller man's place.

"Red Riot-" You start but the redhead interrupts.

"Please, Eijirou." His sharp toothed smile earns a giggle from you and it makes him suddenly shy, running his broad hand on back of his head, "Since we'll be working closely together and all."

"Eijirou." You smile, knowing you shouldn't ask but they make your eyebrow twitch, pointing down to his shoes, "What are those?"

Instantly Kaminari bursts into a fit of laughter. Wiping tears from his eyes as Sero fights to not snort out his coffee. Izuku gives a soft chuckle.

Kirishima's cheeks heat, of course he'd wear his comfortable shoes when a cute girl was supposed to take his damn measurements.

"They're my crocs." He gives a pouting, pleading look as you give an obviously fake polite smile.

"Aw you don't wanna get him any croc charms?" Sero teases and Denki chimes in.

"Sero please. They're called jibbitz, not charms."

"You're fuckin lying!" You exasperate, wrapping the tape around Eijirou's large bicep, "Flex. Relax."

Jotting them down onto the paper as Kaminari and Sero laugh at Kirishima's flushed cheeks.

"Comfy and customizable." He tries to justify in a soft tone, so softly, that when you go to step onto the stool to measure the circumference of his thick throat you look down at them again with pity. A meat bone being the only "jibbitz" in the obnoxious red material.

"Guess when you're a hot hero you can pull off anything."

"OOOO she's flirtinnnn!" Denki teases and you roll your eyes.

"Shame we can't say the same for you Denki." He catches your playful cat smile and laughs at himself.

"Izuku looks like you're my final victim." You smile as he sets his coffee back onto the pastry table, coming closer for your care.

Izuku, much like Kaminari, is a talker. Although Izuku is telling you about all the best restaurants to get Katsudon or Cold soba, of all things. Where the safest 24 hour mart is once you admit how busy you've been and when they change over their sales. Izuku acts much like your own personal information desk about the big city.

You only had a few more measurements for Midoriya before you could sit down at your desk pop in your earbuds and get to drawing.

That is until the heavy wooden door slams open and the most obnoxious "OI!" echoes in the room.

What a grating fucking sound still not irritating enough to get your disapproving glare. Too busy dropping lower to wrap the tape around Izuku's waist before going to his inseam.

The ash blonde's stomach tightens as he sees you here. Face level with Izuku's God damn crotch. Why it bothers him only the gods know.

For the time being he tells himself it's because he still thinks you're a big bitch.

But the room scents with burning sugar and his hands pop before he shoves them in his pockets.

"Oh Kaachan!" Izuku chirps, "I'm happy to see you here. All might said he couldn't get a hold of you last night and wants us for tea."

"Can it, Deku." A deep, annoyed growl.

Wow what a dick. This has to be Mitsuki's son.

Izuku just laughs as you rise up, wrapping your hands around his back to bring them back to the front of his chest, memorizing the number, "All set."

Smiling as you gently pat his large pec, he steps down to chat closer to Kaachan.

Mitsuki returns with an angry tone as she fusses, "How many times have I told you son, no grenade bracers in my office!"

"Yea yea I fuckin hear ya, ma." He shoves them off his thick forearms, eyes glued to you as he lets the volatile braces hit the ground with a sloshing thunk.

"Well this is my only day off this month sooo." Kaminari starts before batting his eyelashes at Mitsuki, "Thank you for the breakfast Momma Bakugou."

"You're welcome, doll. Anytime." She sets the Pomeranian down and the dog trots to sit under the desk on its tempurpedic bed.

One by one they say their goodbyes to Mitsuki and the loud mouth that entered just moments ago.

"See ya on our shift tonight!" Izuku says to his coworker before gently shutting the door behind him.

Bakugou shoves his mask up on top of his head.

"Let's get this over with. You'll owe me big time if my shits the same." He snaps at his mom, as he steps up onto the little platform.

"Not me who's measuring you." She says focused on her phone before looking up, reading glasses perched on her nose, noticing the bags under his eyes.

"Ya been smoking again?"

"Ma."

"Drinking?!"

"Ma!"

"Are ya high right now?"

"Ma!" He growls, "I don't do that shit on the job."

His mother confirmed what his apartment already told you, that her son burned the wick at both ends and it was only a matter of time before he got caught in the middle.

And burned up in the process.

Mitsuki comes closer to inspect his face before her brows furrow up, "Wait is that lipstick on your throat, Katsuki?"

Katsuki?!

KATSUKI?!

Katsuki as in like the guy you fucked last night?

As in number one pro hero Dynamight?

AS IN YOUR BOSSES FUCKING SON?

Welp this was it, for fuckin sure this was going to be your last day as Mitsuki looks closer at the shade and then at your lips.

She furrows her brows and Bakugou is quick to answer.

"Yea some bitch left it on me last night, guess it didn't come off in the shower." He pulls out the tube of lipstick and tosses it into the garbage in front of you, "Sucks she left, it was a limited edition Mitsuki x Canel Collab."

"'Taste my cherry, please?'"

"That's the one." He shrugs, as you tighten the tape around his arm too tightly, "Oi."

"Sorry." Obviously you weren't. About as sorry as you were knocking shit down like a disgruntled cat in his apartment this morning.

"Katsuki, that one was expensive, you couldn't have just returned it to her?"

"I was hoping I'd never see her again." He looks down at you while you have a violent vision. Kneeing him in the balls and spitting in his face sounded pretty good right about now.

But you were sure Mitsuki drew the line at assaulting her son. So instead you internally rage over the 300 dollars that was thrown away.

Literally.

Mitsuki digs around in her desk drawer, finding a sealed golden tube.

"She's got good taste. For if she decides to let your dumb ass see her again." She places the lipstick in his hand as she's starting to get a call on her cellphone, "Anyway it's waterproof son, you'll need makeup remover to get it off."

She steps outside as she just catches the phone on the last ring.

Bakugou's palm is hot, practically melting the lipstick by "accident" in his hand before tossing it onto the ground between your feet.

"Here, ma said you could have it."

"Wow, thank you so much." You say dryly, grinding your teeth when you force yourself to go through the motions. Not surprisingly, Katsuki doesn't speak at all as you work. Leaving you to take a stab in the dark about his style.

Well maybe not since you did see the inner workings of his home. Among other things shared between the two of you.

You wrap your arms around his back you clawed up last night and bring it around to his broad chest. Noticing how good he smells, clean, smokey from his stupid cigarettes and from his own quirk. A deep caramel flavor that smelled like the end of summer and the start of fall. Another cusp ever permanent in his life, a limbo of sorts.

Ophelia in many aspects of his life it seems.

The animosity is practically tangible at this rate, filling up the room and making it too stuffy and hot. Making sweat prick the back of your neck as you were sure that if someone lit a match in here the whole top floor would blow up.

Reluctantly you lower to your knees to take his inseam, grinding your teeth as you try NOT to think of his thick length hiding beneath his black pants.

"Don't turn into a bitch in heat while you're down there." He tuts, looking down at you with burning ember eyes. You glare up at him and he thinks he likes the sight too much til you open that pretty mouth of yours to spit venom.

"Don't worry, I won't. Katsuki. It was much bigger in the dark." You give that damn polite smile before snapping the tape away from his leg and standing. Quickly moving away from him and towards the table with your notepad and purse.

He steps down with a growl, pulling down his mask and his hair falls back over his forehead before he stomps off. Stopping by the door for his bracers. You dare a final glance at him. Muscular body moving the heavy bracers with ease as he fixes them around his arm, double checking it's secure. Just barely you can see your lipstick mark that peaks above the collar of his hero uniform and you suck your teeth.

Imagining the headlines now as they try to swarm the hot headed asshole who you were sure didn't handle the media well. Part of you wants to leave it there because fuck him and the other part wants you to leave it there so everyone knows he's got someone at home.

Wait? Were you dumb? Someone at home? He just melted another 300 dollars to spite you.

Angrily you dig around in your purse, grabbing a makeup wipe, "Wait."

He stops, looking over his shoulder with a glare making your kissy mark stand out. You hated how good it looked there. Still you stand on tip toes, even in your platform boots. Pressing your pretty body against his arm as manicured fingers gently wipe at his tender throat.

From this angle he can see down your shirt, see all the bruises and bites he left on your body.

Could the other guys see as well? Did they know that you belonged to him?

Wait. Was Bakugou fuckin stupid? No one belonged to him and he didn't belong to anyone. Possession wasn't an option, love sure as fuck wasn't an option.

Fucking, that's all that was, just fucking.

A one night stand that he so greatly regrets.

Still the sight and feel of you makes his body run hot, just like it did last night, makes his cock stir. He grabs your shoulders roughly, putting you a full step back as he growls out a "Thanks."

"Didn't do it for you. Just don't want anyone to think I'd actually sleep with an asshole like you." You look up at him through your pretty lashes.

Both of you think about how the other looks when they cum as you stare into each other's eyes before a mirrored snarl is shared.

"Fuck off." He growls, opening the heavy wooden door before slamming it shut as you shake your head.

What a fucking Dick. You think to yourself as you sit down at your desk to work.

What a fucking Bitch. Bakugou thinks to himself as he pats down his pockets for his pack of cigarettes.

[ennunanaiurov]

Good morning...

// ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴜᴘʟᴏᴀᴅ //

[saturnsorbits]

Play Away: Part Two

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Angst, Smut, Frottage, Rimming (M - Receiving), Anal (M - Receiving), Soft Sex, Disussion of Cheating, One Very Mild Panic Attack, KiriBaku. Word Count: 13.4k.

A/N: If this is terrible, we’re just gonna pretend it doesn’t exist and Play Away can live out as a one shot. Okay? Okay. This part gave me so much shit and the concepts have somewhat gotten away from me now, so sorry if that’s really evident in the prose.

-> Series Masterlist

Bakugo tosses his keys into the small ceramic bowl on the kitchen counter. The metallic clang rings out around the apartment, echoing back at him from empty corners and window'ed walls. There’s a numbness in his chest that he can’t seem to shake when he pads to the fridge and yanks it open. For a minute he just stands there, listening to the buzz of the fridge and the gurgling of his stomach, but he closes it again without taking anything out. The buzzing of his phone rocks him out of his daze, causing him to drift back to the counter. It’s a text message. The new one adds to a notification bar of more until the whole screen is burning bright with a near constant stream of messages.

From: Shitty Hair ‘Kaminari ate your lunch.’

From: Shitty Hair '… Are you coming back?’

From: Shitty Hair 'I’m assuming that’s a no.’

From: Shitty Hair 'Can we talk?’

From: Shitty Hair 'You can’t just kiss someone like that and leave…’

From: Shitty Hair 'Are you okay?’

From: Shitty Hair 'I’m getting worried.’

From: Shitty Hair 'Bakugo…’

From: Shitty Hair 'I’m not doing this. I’m coming over.’

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[katsoozy]

Immaculate writing😫👌👌

[ninjaduelist]

Fall fun with the Bakusquad!!

Here’s my piece for @bakusquadcalendar This project was so much fun and it was a great experience working with everyone!!

[katsoozy]

This is so gorgeous wtf🥺❤️

[soursoppi]

just some practice doodles of the best boi hehe

[bfbkg]

cw: low-key ooc bkg but that’s literally not my problem

coming to meet katsuki in his agency’s cafeteria and you see him talking to this woman who looks waaayyyy too friendly with him. she’s making him do his stuffy laugh he does when he’s low-key surprised the other person said something funny and she keeps tucking strands of hair behind her hair like she’s nervous. to say you’re having violent thoughts might be a little dramatic but you wouldn’t mind maybe tripping her up or shoving his head in the chilli con carne his cafeteria is providing.

when katsuki finally remembers to drag his ass to sit by you, he gives the usual kiss on the cheek, grabbing your chin for a kiss on the lips and it’s only when he’s about to take a bite of whatever’s on your fork, he’s confused at why you haven’t said hello yet.

“hey baby?”

“hi.” you’re stiff and blunt. stuffing the fork in your mouth and munching like you’re chewing up his heart. you pay him no mind and the pro hero wants to poke you or something.

“how was your mornin’ then?”

“fine.”

he picks up his drink, holding it from the top to suck at the straw. who’s ruby eyes narrow on you, trying to work you out and when he lands on nothing, he’s about to ask you what the fucks going on when you do it for him.

the same woman he was talking to earlier walks by the table, giving katsuki a nod and smile to which he politely nods back.

“there goes your little girlfriend.”

and he darts his eyes over to you, sipping at his drink while he scans your body. your clenched fist under table, your scrunched nose. he wants to laugh.

a flick lands on your forehead with an “ow!!!” exploding from you. your glare shifts over to him, hot and mean.

with one eyebrow cocked and a slight smirk on his face, “my baby jealous huh?” and he shuffles in to say it close to your face, your noses almost touching. you hate how endearing he is; how his breath smells how his protein shake tastes, sweet with that artificial banana taste bakugou hates to love. the way his eyes twinkle with humour that you should be mad at how he doesn’t take you seriously but he’s also gripping your thigh in a loving squeeze that makes you wanna kiss his lips.

“you’re so annoying,” you spit, turning away from him like you can’t bare to look, “i can’t believe i kiss you goodbye every morning for you to go to work and flirt with other women.”

he's grinning like an idiot, totally unsurprised that you still haven’t shook his hand off your thigh. instead, you just purse your lips and look away from him, gritting your teeth.

"i don't flirt with anyone but you baby," and then in the sappiest voice he can muster, lips playfully pouted with the cutest puppy dog eyes, (yes this face came from thee bakugou katsuki, everybody in the cafeteria had half the mind to pull out their phones to capture this rare moment but they knew he'd get mad just as quickly) "y'know i love youuuuu."

you flicker your eyes over his stupid face, glaring for a second before sighing and cupping his face with your palm. "whatever. you're dumb and annoying. don’t let me see you laughing with other women.”

“i thought you said you wanted me to laugh more.”

“yeah, with me idiot. just me.”

you scoop up your food on your fork, about to put it in your mouth when he slides his hand between your thighs to pull you to face him. he glances at your fork then at you.

you huff tiredly but a grin soon enough slides on your face, “fine, here.” you being the fork to his lips to which he happily accepts, his eyebrows raising to show he likes it, “it tastes good doesn’t it?”

“not as good as you.”

[cellotonins-deactivated20221026]

☆ habits | bakugou katsuki ☆

wc: 1.3k

tags/warnings: heavily implied smut near the end so imma say 18+ just to be safe, mdni !!, gn!reader

a/n: i was originally gonna write this as a lil brainrot piece for bakugou’s birthday but then i decided to expand it a bit and post it for @sipsteainanxiety​’s birthday instead 🙈 happy birthday uni twin i hope midterms don’t kill u before u get to read this KJSXKJSXDCKJF <33

bakugou katsuki has a habit of snoozing his alarm at least twice before he gets out of bed.

his alarm goes off at seven o’clock every weekday morning, nine on the weekend. through bleary eyes, he reaches for the place on the nightstand he always leaves his phone, tapping the snooze button for the first time. he knows he should start getting ready for work, but he just can’t bring himself to sit up, not when your cheek is pressed so comfortably against his chest.

you always begin to stir the second time his alarm rings, no matter how quickly he hits snooze again. he continues to wait, his fingers gently drumming against the small of your back until your eyes meet his own. he tends to mirror the little lop-sided grin you give him as you mumble a “g’mornin” through a yawn. most times, he still doesn’t get out of bed until you peek at the time and insist that he gets up. there’s some resistance on his end, quickly resolved when you promise to be up by the time he’s out of the shower.

bakugou katsuki has a habit of standing by the front door with his hands across his chest when he’s leaving for work. 

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[bakugou-source]

Happy Birthday Bakugou Katsuki!

[katsukikitten]

We are gathered here today for the celebration of Bakugou Katsuki.

Please take your seats and refer to the holy scriptures of fanfiction and cannon.

[thedevilsfamiliar]

Every gremlin needs chaotic friends who don’t take no gremlin shit

Bakugo got found family’d and that’s so fuckin funny

[damianito]

Im going to start bnha, so if i draw fan art of them in the future, yk why.

[damianito]

I pick this one as my favorite

[damianito]

Birthday boy :D

[uravity-feels]