Violinist Shoto Todoroki x Fem!Reader, Quirkless au. Author notes at the end.
Small warning : The reader is Muslim, so I used some words tied to the religion. The "glossary" is found at the end, tho I didn’t really use many. Good readings!
TW: Endeavor .
“Your lips, my lips. Apocalypse.”
— Apocalypse, Cigarettes after sex .
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I was always what people would consider a “fangirl”. I would buy tickets to every single concert near me, no matter what genre, what artist, I would be there.
So, when a small orchestra from the next town came to the auditorium on the city center, I instantly bought tickets, not giving it much thought.
The day of the concert came and I went simple, just a purple dress that fit me just right with a black bow on my hair and a black handbag. Nothing too fancy, but not too overdressed either.
I sat on the third row, put my phone on silent and waited for the concert to start. Meanwhile, I looked at my surroundings. Lots of elderly women, some families and some people with a more serious look and clipboards, who I assumed were either teachers or critics. One person in specific stood out to me. A muscular man with stone face and red hair, seemed almost like a police officer rather than a music enthusiast, but I didn’t think much of it.
The orchestra started with an elegant melody, Air on the G String, that immediately got my attention. It wasn’t anything special, but the way it transmitted something almost like peace and melancholic made it deeply comforting for me.
After that song ended, the more experienced violinists started their solos, and they played magically. A girl played Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey, the young man after her played Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift. The way they played was hypnotizing, to say the least, tho the same red haired man didn’t seem to agree and kept grumbling and murmuring loudly, at least loud enough I could hear him clearly, even tho I was two rows behind him.
After a few more solos, a man with half white and half red hair appeared. He sat down on his hair and adjusted the music sheet. Marry You by Bruno Mars filled the room, but, this time, I didn’t just focus on the music. I focused on the man playing the violin. How he was effortlessly composed and pretty, how his eyes had both blue and grey, how the scar on his face somehow made his blue eye sparkle more.
I was instantly hooked. To be fair, I never really believed in this “love at first sight” thing, but when that man got onto that stage? I couldn’t think of everything else neither I could enjoy any other later performance.
The muscular man stopped grumbling during the Bruno Mars guy’s performance, so figured he was just a grumbly parent.
Afterwards, I couldn’t take him out of my head. It was like he lived in my brain rent free. It was maddening.
I stumbled upon a small coffee shop that was open late and decided to go there and take a strawberries and cream frap home with me. The shop was basically empty, just some college kids trying to have their work done in peace, some middle aged women that needed a break from her kids.. and that hair. I could recognize it everywhere.
The same guy that just played the violin magically was now drinking a simple latte while scrolling through his phone at a 24/7 coffee shop, and Mashallah (1), he looked like an angel when I saw him up close allahumma barik (2).
I figured that was probably my first and last chance to talk to him, so the moment I got my order, I went up to his table.
“Hey, you were the violinist at the concert that happened nearby right? The one that played Marry You by Bruno Mars?” I asked, a bit nervous but playing it cool.
He nodded, slightly surprised someone recognized him. “That would be me, yeah.”
I smiled at him. “I absolutely adored your solo. It was really beautiful.” I looked at the nearby chair. Then back at him. “Hey, if it’s not asking for much, can I sit here? I really really enjoy music and I would love to have a chat with someone that actually understands it, if I’m not bothering you, of course.”
The scarred man nodded once again, putting his phone down and listening to me talk. He wasn't a man of much words, but he ended up telling me his name (which was Shoto), how long he played the violin and his favorite songs to play. The stuff he said wasn’t really what got me, but it was more like he said them. His voice sounded even better than the music he played, and I definitely caught myself staring more than I should. Not that he ever mentioned it out loud.
We talked for at least 45 minutes until the same red haired man came through the coffee shop’s doors and put his hand on the violinist’s shoulder.
“Shoto, we’re going home, come on.” The muscular man ordered.
I watched the half blue, half grey eyes of the man lose his spark completely as he silently obeyed. He gave me one last nod and left the coffee shop.
But, that’s when I noticed. A napkin with his number. He wanted to talk more. I just smiled and inserted the phone number and send him a simple message.
“Hey, it’s (reader’s name)!”
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I closed the photo book filled with pictures of that day, from the auditorium to the napkin with his cellphone number, with a smile on my face, placing it on the bedside table.
“Mama, come on! You can’t leave me hanging now! Tell me how you guys started dating!” Rumaisa, my daughter, protested.
I just laughed. “Baby, you have school tomorrow, I can’t just keep you awake for hours telling you how he was blind and didn’t see the hints I’ve been dropping at him for almost a year” I kissed her forehead.
Before she could protest any further, we the main door opened.
“Girls, I’m home!” Shoto shouted from the main hall, taking off his shoes.
Rumaisa quickly got off her bed and started running with her little legs to hug her dad. He smiled softly at her and opened his arms, groaning softly when she hugged him.
“Dad, momma doesn’t wanna tell me how you two started dating!” She ratted me out to my own husband, while I just sighed and placed a peck on his lips.
“I just told her about the day we met, yet, she wants to hear more.” I laughed softly.
Shoto picked Rumaisa up and gently kissed her cheek. “Momma already told you a bedside story didn’t she? Come on, go pray your Isha (3) and go to sleep. Wallah (4) I’ll tell you the story myself tomorrow. Okay?”
The little girl sighed but nodded, going to her bedroom while he quietly slip her a small bouquet of white roses, just cause he could.
The book stayed on the bedside table, prepared for the next day’s story.
The title of the book? “Legendary Lovers: When Music Unites Souls”.
[ White Rose - In Islam, they symbolize spiritual purity, moral integrity, and the beauty of creation. ]
Glossary:
What God has willed
Bless him
It generally translates to "Nighttime Submission to God" or "Evening Devotion."
I swear to God
[ Author Notes - I don’t think I ever did this much research for a fanfic. I tried to make it special for one of my most special friends ever, @zoswriting, but I’d be more than happy if any other Muslim girl that’s in love with Shoto would read and appreciate this fic. For a bit of context, I am not Muslim, but after using my MuslimGPT (which are my friends), I was able to incorporate some Islam elements into the fanfic, tho if anything’s wrong, correction and constructive criticism would be welcome. Hope u love this fic Zoya, from your favorite Dabi fangirl 💌. ]
Between burnt forests and his soft lips (Quirkless au)
Detective Hawks/Arsonist Dabi, Quirkless au. Author notes at the end.
TW: Arson .
Chapter 1
“All my troubles on a burning pile.”
— Burning Pile, Mother Mother .
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“Fuck this shit!” Detective Keigo yelled, after realizing the arsonist gave him, yet again, another fake lead. “We were so damn close to him, how was he able to escape?”
His colleagues from the police department understood his frustration. It’s been months since they started working towards finding the self named arsonist “Dabi”, who posted photos and videos of himself on social media after the fires, sometimes even photos of the police themselves when they aren’t looking, with captions such as “ehh, so close”, mocking the officers. His location couldn’t even be tracked, cause he was using a vpn, so every single time they’d be able to get his ip, it would appear at a random country, such as Portugal, Egypt and the UK. It was beyond infuriating.
After another fire with no lead, the detective decided to go to one of those 24/7 convenience store with zero cameras and self service checkout to buy something to eat, as he hadn’t eaten dinner. The place smelled like shit because of the bathrooms, but the moment he heard the door open and close, Keigo stopped dead in his tracks right there on the instant noodles isle. The smell coming from the bathroom was immediately replaced by a strong smell of smoke, not like someone smoke a cigarette, no, the smell wouldn’t be as strong. Someone had to be in front of a fire to smell like that.
A man with a hoodie up, hiding his face, went up to him and pointed at a package of spicy instant soba. “These are the best, in my opinion. They might be too much for a boring detective, tho.”
Keigo didn’t need more confirmation than that. “Dabi.”
The man took his hood off, revealing the same face that appeared in almost every single post. “Detective. Never thought I’d see you at a convenience store, this late at night, with no cameras and no other people around. Are you asking to die here?”
That was bluff, obviously. Dabi never killed anyone, he just light up shit on fire like a fucking pyromaniac.
“Come on detective, I’m here. Why aren’t you getting me in handcuffs now?” The man asked, mockingly.
Keigo looked away, almost embarrassed. “I don’t have enough proof to arrest you. Nothing grants me that you’re not just a paid actor or an acquaintance of the real arsonist.”
Dabi laughed. Actually laughed out loud right in his face. “Oh my- you need MORE proof?? When I just-“
And he was interrupted by his own laughter.
Keigo just grabbed the chicken instant ramen and left him there laughing like a maniac while he rolled his eyes. Dabi grabbed the spicy soba and followed him, still trying to control his laugh. The blond paid for his noddles and sat at one of the tables at the eating area, pouring hot water on his noodles to cook them, while the black haired man still picked up a pack of cigarettes and some pads, paid, and sat at the same table as him, doing the same exact routine. The silence between them was unsettling.
“You have dark circles under your eyes.” Dabi said, breaking the ice.
“I work hard.” Keigo answered coldly, trying to end the conversation.
“You work hard because of me. Because you’re trying to catch me. What other more important cases do you even have other than the mysterious arsonist that posts his crimes on Twitter?” The blue eyed man retorted almost immediately, smirking.
Keigo stayed quiet, now eating his noodles. He was right. He never realized how much time he dedicated to catch one single man that hid absolutely nothing about him, just his name.
A beat passed. The silence was installed between them yet again, but, this time, Keigo broke it.
“You know, I’m gonna catch you, one way or another.” He said, not threatening, just like it was a fact.
The other man nodded. “I know.”
Keigo looked at him, confused. “And you’re not running away.” He affirmed.
“If I keep running away every time we see each other, we would never have a chance to talk. I gotta enjoy the opportunity to have you all alone, while your focus is all on me and my fires.” Dabi answered. That was his way of saying that someone got his attention. And that someone? That someone was simply the man who dedicated months of his life to catch him.
The moment Keigo was attributed to his case, Dabi stopped running away from the crime scenes. He’s just.. stay there. Behind trees that weren’t burnt down, he’d be there watching Keigo. He didn’t know how someone could be this effortlessly and stupidly beautiful. Maybe the blond hair and golden eyes did most of the work, but still.. Dabi was hooked, even if he hated it.
He noticed how Keigo would speak louder when he was angry, how he would give orders, how his shirt would always be unbuttoned on the collar, how he rolled up his sleeves when he got to the crime scene. Shit that weren’t supposed to matter.. but they mattered to him.
“You’re staring.” The blond says, interrupting his train of thoughts.
Dabi smirks. “Studying the enemy. Thought that was what the police did.”
Keigo just sighs. “You really do enjoy making our work even harder than it already is, don’t ya?”
The other man shakes his head. “No, I enjoy making your work even harder than it already is. Don’t get things twisted.” He shrugged like it was obvious.
Keigo knew he should be calling for back up. He was either talking to the arsonist himself one of the members of the operation. Yet, he found his stare lingering on the man’s unnecessarily bright blue eyes. They were addictive to look at. Keigo was aware that he was attractive, the photos where he smiled in front of the fires made him come to that realization, but him in person? He was a whole another level of beauty.
Dabi, obviously, noticed him staring. He saw himself in his eyes. The way they stared at each other. He knew that it was now or never.
“You know, I’ve always been obsessed with you. Ever since you started working on my case, at least.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Just never thought you were into boys. Or arsonists.”
Keigo chocked on his ramen, shocked by the sudden confession. What was he even supposed to answer to that??
“I’m.. I’m just not into one of those.” He answered, now embarrassed, cause, yeah, he was into boys, just not into arsonists. “But.. fuck, I can’t believe I’m saying this.. but I can make an exception.” Keigo was tired. He was tired of faking that he didn’t think of the face on the posts while he relieved himself, he was tired of pretending that he actually wanted to see the man behind bars.
Dabi smirked widely, getting up from his seat and standing next to him. The criminal grabbed the detective’s chin, forcing the blond to look at him. “You mean it? You wouldn’t run if I kissed you right now?”
But, before he could even process the question, his lips were already on his, and his body, involuntarily, already wrapped his arms around his neck, bringing him closer.
When the kiss broke, Keigo looked at him with a death glare. “Don’t you dare tell anyone I’m kissing you willingly.”
Dabi just smirked against his lips. “Wouldn’t dream of it, detective.” And they kissed again, hungrier and rougher this time, touching each other’s bodies way more than necessary for a normal kiss. The noodles long forgotten, now just getting cold while they made out.
Dabi pulled away this time, his smoking habits not allowing him to breathe properly during a kiss. “You’re terrible at your job, you know that, right?” He joked.
Keigo rolled his eyes, absolutely not letting him be insulted by a criminal. “Shut it.”
Dabi laughed his faces still inches away from each other. “No, I’m serious, you’re right here kissing the arsonist you’ve been chasing for months.”
The blond just scoffed, crossing his arms. “And you’re kissing the detective that should be arresting you.”
The other man just shrugged. “Fair point. Do you kiss every single one of your suspects?”
Keigo couldn’t help but clench his jaw. “Only the overly annoying ones.”
Dabi smirked and kissed him again, a quicker kiss this time, before backing off and taking a step back.
The detective looked at him confused, kinda longing for his lips.
“Got a little sister at home that asked me for pads an hour ago. Maybe I should get going before she stabs me. See you next fire?” Dabi said, his eyes actually glowing a little and his face softening when he mentioned his little sister. Keigo nodded.
“See you next fire.” he answered, already missing his touch.
Something new sparkled between them. Something dangerously close to love.
Chapter 2
“Nobody stands in between me and my man.”
— Me and Mr. Jones, Amy Winehouse .
(Add on)
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Keigo couldn’t sleep. He kept waiting anxiously for the next fire.
Yeah.. this written like that sounds absolutely awful, but it was the truth. Keigo wanted desperately to see Dabi, to hold him, to kiss him again, but this time, he would kiss him like he meant it.
Weeks went by with no sign of him. The police thought he finally gave up, but Keigo knew better. Dabi promised him that they would see each other next fire. There would be a next fire.
After almost a month of insatiable loneliness, a fire was finally set.
The police ran to the place, just watching and waiting for the firefighters to clear the area. Keigo gave them a half assed excuse that he would “try to find clues somewhere else”, when, in reality, he was just looking for Dabi himself.
Keigo quickly found him behind a nearby tree. “Dabi.”
The blue eyed man smirked at the sight of him, pulling him closer and placing a soft kiss on his lips. “Call me Touya. Brought you some flowers.”
The detective picked up the small bouquet of pink carmellias and matched his smirk. “Missed me that much, hot stuff?”
Touya laughed quietly. “Yeah. More than you’d ever imagine.”
This time, Keigo initiated the kiss, and kissed him like he meant it. Cause he actually did.
The next post? Yet another picture of the fire he set, whilst the caption said “tried to call 119, ended up calling 143.”
[ Pink Carmellia - Symbolizes longing, yearning, and gentle romance. Because of its soft, delicate color, it is classically given to someone who is deeply missed, signifying that they are constantly on your mind and that you wish to be reunited. ]
[ Author Notes - I’m not as proud of this one as I am of the one I wrote yesterday but we live 🥲 I did leave many aspects of this fanfic kinda vague, such as Dabi’s sister. I intended for it to represent Toga, yet I think it can represent Fuyumi or any OC as well!! They’re pretty ooc as well BUT FORGIVE ME FOR WANTING TO DO SOMETHING CUTE HELLO???? Anyways, might be the last fanfic I post until the 22nd because of my maths exam, but I’ll still try to make smaller one shots to feed my one single follower (She only follows me because she’s my friend (thank u Zoya)) and others that might stumble upon them. I hope yall love this fic! ]
OF boy/civilian Touya au. Author's notes at the end.
Small warning : The first chapter introduces Touya and how he became an OF boy, while the second introduces Keigo into the story, but doesn't make him a relevant piece of Dabi's past, so if you don't ship DabiHawks, you can easily just read the first chapter!! Good reads!!
TW: Smut , child neglect .
Chapter 1
“i’m on my vigilante shit again.”
— Vigilante Shit, Taylor Swift .
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Touya groaned and moaned loudly while he jerked off in front of his camera. His blue eyes locked onto the lenses of the recording equipment he bought with the money he got from his Only Fans account.
His face was visible. He wanted his face to be visible.
His bed’s white sheets getting scrunched up from him grabbing onto them, his hand going faster and faster by the second, all his little sounds, all of his movements.. all recorded on video.
He ended the video after he came, getting up and sticking his pierced tongue out to the camera. He wasn’t just a random man masturbating and posting it online. He did that to make a statement. To prove a point. To mock a whole entire society.
✦ . ⁺ . 12 years ago. ⁺ . ✦
“Dad! Your next day off, you gotta come to Sekoto Peak!” The kid with ocean blue eyes and snow white hair exclaimed, enthusiastically.
His father looks at him for a few seconds before lifting up his shirt and finding new burns on his skin. Burns created by his own quirk. “Touya, you're still training?!”
Touya stomps his little foot, nodding proudly. “And I've gotten super awesome! Make sure you come watch! I bet I can get to Shoto's level pretty soon. Or All Might's level. No, better! And I guess then you'd have to accept that I'm not actually a failure like you thought! After all these years you'll be happy to have me as your son!”
That was the average day on the Todoroki’s household. Touya grew up rich, but money couldn’t buy the only thing he wanted — his father’s acknowledgment.
That was the last interaction with his father that came into his mind before he was consumed by the fire of his own tears.
The Sekoto Peak incident was in every single newspaper that month. Endeavor’s oldest was dead.
Everyone sent him his condolences, wondered how such a horrible tragedy happened to the number two hero’s son.
None of them ever saw it. The negligence, the abuse, the man who was a hero, but, inside his own four walls, acted like a monster.
Touya Todoroki didn’t die that night. He was able to escape his own fire, rolling on the grass to stop it, just like he taught himself to do when he burnt from his quirk before. He saved himself, yet, he didn’t go home.
After the fire has been put out, no one found little Touya’s body, so he was declared dead on paper, assuming he was carbonized by his own fire.
He spent 12 years jumping from shelter to shelter, even sleeping on the streets sometimes. His deformed body with burnt hair and an extreme weight deficiency made him almost unrecognizable, which was great. Nobody asked questions when they saw a half burnt kid.
He was first introduced to the word “porn” when he was 15. He overheard the shelter staff talking about how someone’s niece started on the porn industry the moment she turned 18. His eyes glowed when he heard the words “she brought shame into that poor family”.
That night, on the shelter’s community computer, he searched about it. It’s crazy what a 15 year old can have access to with a simple search on the internet.
He looked at the actors faces. They seemed so full of pleasure, fulfilled. All sweaty and yet still kissing. All the dirty talk, all the different positions. He was absolutely drawn into it.
After that, he became weirdly obsessed with his appearance. Wanted to look like those actors from the pornographic movies, all beautiful and full of life. He started eating better, even if the shelters’ food wasn’t the greatest, started taking his vitamins, applying cream to his burns, and, by the time he hit age of majority, he looked like a new man, still weirdly attractive, even with all his scars.
He still remembers the day he saw one of the shelter ladies putting in her password to her phone. It was 0000. Predictable for an old lady. He was able to snatch it while the whole shelter as asleep, running to the bathroom and taking a pic of his cock and posting it on a random online forum. That was around the time he noticed he preferred to watch gay porn rather than the boring straight shit, so he watched a couple videos before stealing the phone so he could get hard and took the rushed photo before putting it back in its place and going to sleep.
Next night? Same routine. He waited until everyone was asleep, stole the phone, went to the bathroom. But, instead of instantly taking a pic, he went through the notifications on his last post. Everyone was surprisingly positive. Girls commented on how big he was and how wet they were just from thinking of sitting on his big burnt cock. Boys were giving him tips on how to snap better pictures, telling him the best angles and lighting. He was confused yet grateful for all the positive comments.
He took that opportunity to snap another pic, a better one this time, following everyone’s advice, and telling a bit about his story there, with lots of alterations, of course. The community was moved. They raised a fundraiser for him and he was finally able to afford a phone of his own and two months of rent on an apartment downtown.
He kept posting and posting there more frequently until someone in the comments introduced him to Only Fans. All his pictures and videos would be behind a paywall. He was skeptical, who would even buy his low quality porn? But when he saw the money coming from his regulars on the free online forum he used to post, who signed up to support him, he bought better equipment. A computer here, a camera there.. the quality of his masturbating videos only increased.
The moment he hit 15 subscribers, he knew he was ready to take the next step. He recorded a small video of him stroking his cock, yet not showing his face, but he didn’t came. Instead, he got up, looking right at the camera and smiled. A wide, creepy looking smile as he finally talked. “Hey endeavor..” and the recording ended.
One of his followers recognized him, posted it on an Endeavor fans page. Everyone agreed on one thing. That was Endeavor’s kid. Touya Todoroki wasn’t dead.
✦ . ⁺ . Back to the present. ⁺ . ✦
Touya cleaned up the mess he made on his own bedsheets, throwing them on the washing machine while he was still naked, going back into his room, transferring the video and editing it really quickly before posting.
He now lived comfortably with the sole income of his pornographic lifestyle. People actually paid to see Endeavor’s apparently not dead son. Everyone still wonders what happened, how he’s still alive, why he’s doing this. Endeavor is still up day and night trying to track Touya down. While him? He was going to take a bath, print a photo and dress up nicely.
He had a party to go and a hero to meet.
Chapter 2
“Show me who you are… pornstar.”
— Pornstar, Nessa Barrett .
(DabiHawks add on)
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Keigo was cleaning himself after he came once again to Touya’s new video. He hated that he always did.
He firstly subscribed to his OF to help Endeavor bring his son back home, but as time went by, he quickly realized that his intentions changed. He still wanted to find the guy, of course, but no longer for Endeavor. For him.
After his bath, he put something nice on and drove to a mansion downtown where a rich guy with daddy’s money was throwing a party. He firstly pondered not going. He was the number two hero, for fuck sake, he couldn’t be seen in parties. But when the man ensured all phones and other electronics would be collected in the reception so it would be a private event, he finally said yes. He needed a distraction from hero work, public pressure and.. Touya.
He sat at the mini bar in the basement, pouring drink after drink, yet, he wasn’t fully drunk.
That’s when his eyes met Touya’s.
Touya Todoroki was actually there. Drinking and chatting like he wasn’t the most wanted man on the country right now.
Keigo pat his pockets frantically, searching for his phone, completely forgetting he’d given in his at the entrance. Touya noticed. Of course he did. He walked over to him.
“Trying to call my old man, birdie?” The blue eyed man spoke, with a smug smile on his face.
“No man, I would never. Just searching for my wallet, you know how shit is. People like to steal wallets all the time.” He answered back, feigning nonchalance.
Touya nodded, not believing any single word. “Aw, really? It’s in your back pocket, I could see a bit on it from where I was sitting. Are you lying to me, hero? Thats not very nice.” He retorted. Touya was right, his wallet was on his back pocket.
After a beat, Keigo finally asked the question that was consuming him the most. “Why?”
Touya didn’t need him to elaborate his question. It was obvious.
“Have sex with me and I’ll tell you” he smirked as Keigo’s face fell. The hero started stuttering something about him being “too direct” and “having no way that would happen”, but Touya interrupted him.
“You know I can see the username of the people that subscribe to my Only Fans, right? You’re not very subtle, Hawk02.” Touya’s pale hands reached for his beige ones. “I want you to look in my eyes and tell me you only pay me $15 a month because you were trying to find me, not because you secretly enjoy what I do.”
Keigo stayed quiet, looking away. The silence said everything.
One of Touya’s hands traveled to his chin, gently grabbing it to make Keigo look at him and placed a soft lips on his lips. A kiss that the winged hero actually matched without second thought.
The once soft kiss became more desperate as the seconds went by, their hands traveling each other’s bodies like they needed that touch to survive.
Touya broke the kiss and grabbed his hand once again, bringing him to an empty room upstairs. The room was already prepared for any sex scenario, with the bedside table full of condoms and lube.
Touya pushed Keigo into the bed, smirking as he pinned him down. “Ever been with a pornstar, pretty bird?”
The hero shook his head, still catching his air from the heavy kissing. The burnt man’s smile grew wider as he carefully took off Keigo’s clothes, revealing a toned body underneath.
“Ever been with a man before?” Touya asked, testing the waters. He watched him shake his head again as he left marks around his collarbone zone. Touya didn’t acknowledged it out loud, yet, he kept leaving him more hickeys on more visible places like his neck. It didn’t take long for Keigo to start losing his shit.
“Touya.. ngh.. please..” the hero begged, as needy as ever. The pornstar, that was now sucking his nipple, let it go and kissed him.
“Please what? Use your words pretty bird.” He commanded firmly. Keigo was losing his shit.
“Please fuck me. Fuck, I need you.” and those words were enough to make Touya get up and fill one of his fingers with lube, inserting it carefully on his ass and exploring it, trying to find his sweet spot. The blonde hero moaned loudly and murmured curse words, result of the wave of pleasure he was feeling. “Fuck.. Touya ngh.. don’t stop..” he begged. Listening to his pleas, the white haired man added two fingers to stretch him. Then another. Keigo gasped and yelped helplessly, turning himself from the number two Japanese hero into a wet, screaming mess.
Touya took his fingers out to take off his pants and grab the lube bottle, rubbing the liquid on his member.
“Bend over.” Touya said, commanding. Keigo obeyed with no hesitation.
The pornstar slid his lube coated cock on the hero’s ass, causing him to gasp and yelp once more. Every single thrust hit his spot perfectly, making his moanings get louder and louder. Keigo’s wings wrapped around Touya’s hips, helping him go even deeper and faster on him.
“Touya.. ngh.. I’m gonna cum..” said the blond, whose face was now covered with little tears of pleasure. Touya’s hand traveled to his neck. He didn’t apply force enough to actually choke him, but only the hand in there was already a full statement by itself. “You don’t come until I say so.” Touya affirmed, to which Keigo just nodded.
Touya released himself inside of him, taking his member off him to watch the amount of cum leaking through his hole. “Please.. I can’t take much longer..” the hero pleaded one last time. The burnt man sat the winged one up, sucking his cock while looking at him in the eyes and nodding. Keigo came right on Touya’s mouth, and he drank it all.
There was no aftercare. Just the two men cleaning themselves and getting dressed.
“You wanted to know why I’m doing this?” Touya finally broke the silence “Cause, sometimes, people aren’t what they show in public. I’m consumed by my own sorrow, so Im destroying my old man’s reputation just like he destroyed my life.”
And, just like that, he left the room, leaving something behind. The photo of a forget-me-not.
That would not be the last time they would see each other.
And Endeavor?
The number one hero didn’t receive any call from Keigo that night.
[ Forget-Me-Not - Primarily represent enduring remembrance. The flowers serve as a heartfelt promise to always keep someone in your thoughts, symbolizing bonds that transcend time and physical distance. ]
[ Author Notes - So.. hi!! This is my first ever fanfic on tumblr and my 7th on AO3, which is pretty insane if you ask me. This whole style is new for me, i am absolutely not used to writing big fanfics like I just did. My style is usually more small, intimate and angsty, nothing like what i just wrote. Either way, shout out to orphan_account on AO3 for writing a fanfic called "Gay Smut", that was what helped me write the sex scene between Touya and Keigo on the second chapter and a special thanks to @zoswriting for giving me the idea of a pornstar Touya au and helping me with my broke ass english. I hope yall enjoy reading ir as much as i enjoyed writing it 💌 ]
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