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The words hung heavy between you, his forehead pressed to yours, breath hot and ragged against your lips. Bakugo’s eyes bored into yours, wild and desperate, like he was hanging on by a thread. His thick cock rested heavy against your soaked pussy, sliding through your folds with every shallow breath he took, coating himself in your slick. The head nudged your clit repeatedly, sending sparks through you.
“Tell me,” he growled again, voice wrecked. “Do you want me to fuck you, Y/n? Say it. I need to hear you beg for this cock.”
Your body trembled beneath him, still pulsing from the orgasms he’d ripped from you with his mouth and fingers. You were a mess, skin flushed, thighs sticky, core aching for more. His weight pinned you perfectly, muscles tense and ready to snap.
“Yes,” you whispered, voice hoarse. “I want you to fuck me, Katsuki. Please.”
A feral grin split his face. But before he could move, you shifted. Your free hand slid slowly down your body. His eyes tracked the movement like a predator. Fingers trailed over your heaving breasts, down your stomach, until they reached the dripping mess between your thighs. You dipped two fingers into your soaked entrance, moaning softly at the sensitivity. The wet, squelch filled the room as you pumped them slowly, gathering your cum.
Bakugo’s breathing stuttered. His cock twitched hard against you, leaking precum onto your skin.
You pulled your fingers out, glistening and strings of your arousal connecting them. Holding his gaze, you brought them up to his lips.
His eyes widened, pupils blown black. “Fuck…”
You pressed your wet fingers to his mouth. He parted his lips instantly, sucking them in with a deep, guttural groan. His tongue swirled around them, licking every drop. The taste of you made his hips jerk forward involuntarily, his cock sliding through your folds again.
He watched you the entire time. Those intense crimson eyes never left your face, then dropped to where your hand had been, drinking in the sight of your puffy, glistening pussy clenching around nothing. The way your fingers had disappeared inside yourself, coming out even wetter. It broke him.
“Shit—look at you,” he rasped around your fingers, voice muffled. “Finger-fucking yourself just to feed me this sloppy cunt. You’re gonna kill me.”
You pulled your fingers back with a wet pop, but he chased them, licking your palm clean. His cock throbbed violently against your entrance. He was impossibly harder now, the thick vein along the underside pulsing. Pre-cum dripped steadily from the tip, mixing with your juices.
Bakugo’s control snapped.
He didn’t push inside you. Not yet. Instead, he rocked his hips, grinding his bare cock along your slit. The hot, heavy length dragged over your clit with every thrust, the head catching at your entrance before sliding back up. He kept his eyes locked on yours. Just to drive him crazy, you did it again, sliding your fingers back down to play with yourself while he watched.
“Again,” he demanded, voice breaking. “Show me how wet you are for me.”
You obeyed, moaning as you circled your clit, then plunged two fingers deep. The squelching sounds were lewd, filthy. His gaze was glued to it, hips moving faster, grinding harder. Every slide of his cock against your pussy made you whimper.
He was suffering. Chest heaving, sweat mixing with the rainwater still on his skin. His abs flexed with every roll of his hips. The sight of you touching yourself, offering your taste to him again and again, was too much.
“Fuck—Y/n—” His voice cracked.
You brought your fingers to his lips once more. He sucked them greedily, eyes rolling back slightly. That was it.
Bakugo came with a choked roar, hips stuttering against you. Thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock, painting your pussy, your stomach, your thighs in hot, white streaks. He hadn’t even pushed inside yet. His body shook, muscles locking as pulse after pulse spilled out. He kept grinding through it, smearing his release all over your folds, the wet slide even filthier now.
He was a lost man. Completely gone to pleasure. Face buried in your neck, groaning your name like a prayer and a curse.
“Goddamn it… you ruined me,” he panted, still twitching. “One look at you playing with that pretty pussy and I’m coming like a fucking teenager.”
You smiled breathlessly, fingers threading through his wet hair. “I plan to wreck that pussy.”
Bakugo didn’t give you time to recover. He pulled back just enough to look down at the mess he’d made. His cock, still hard, twitched at the sight.
“Messy girl,” he muttered, but there was dark satisfaction in his voice. He scooped some of his release onto his fingers and brought it to your lips this time. “Open.”
You did, sucking his fingers clean with a moan. The combined taste made heat pool in your belly again.
He cursed under his breath, already lining himself up. The thick head of his cock pressed against your entrance, stretching you as he pushed in slowly, inch by inch. Your walls fluttered around him, still sensitive.
“Too big—” you gasped.
“You can take it,” he growled, sinking deeper. “This pussy was made for me.”
He bottomed out with a shared groan, hips flush against yours. For a moment, he just stayed there, savoring the tight heat. Then he started moving, slow, deep thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you.
The rain outside picked up, pounding against the windows in time with his rhythm. He fucked you like he’d been holding back for months. Hard. Possessive. Every thrust punctuated with filthy praise and degradation.
“Look at you taking my cock so well. Greedy little slut, calling me over just so I could wreck this cunt.”
Your nails raked down his back, leaving red lines. He hissed in pleasure, snapping his hips harder. The bed creaked under you. Skin slapped against skin. Wet sounds filled the room alongside your moans and his grunts.
He shifted angles, hitting that perfect spot. Your eyes rolled back.
“Right there—Katsuki, fuck—”
“Yeah? Come on my cock. Let me feel you.”
You shattered again, walls clamping down on him like a vice. He fucked you through it, pace never faltering, drawing it out until you were sobbing with overstimulation.
Only then did he let himself go, burying himself deep and flooding you with heat.
He collapsed beside you afterward, pulling you into his chest. Rain continued outside. His hand stroked your back almost gently.
“Don’t think this changes anything,” he muttered, but his arms tightened around you. “You’re still a pain in my ass.”
You laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
When I get my period before and during, my boobs gets sooo sore and heavy, I’m just imagining complaining about my discomfort to Megumi and/or Yuji and they just swallow thickly, fighting the urge because they soooo badly want to touch and they’d gladly get me topless to take their time to massage them
mnfmmmm yuuji sucking on or playing with your tits to soothe the pressure :( having you sit back to his chest while you cuddle n he just massages the sensitive flesh, lips dragging over your shoulder “how’s that feel, baby? better?” and cooing to you when he touches the uncomfortable spots, big hands squeezing you as though you’re a pillowy doll. “don’t worry, i gotcha.”
sniffles and if he gets you the lie down, he’s kissing a trail up your tummy and into the valley between your breasts — soft and feather light, barely there just to make you yearn for his mouth on you. his tongue running over your areola spit like a salve he needs to taste your skin as much as he wants to take away your suffering :((
and then when you take your fingers through his hair, yuuji moans into your chest like a man starved. broken as he unravels and drools against your skin. he pulls you into that wet, sappy cavern of his mouth n begins suckling on your sore nipples like you might be able to feed him .. massaging what doesn’t fit into his greedy spitty tongue.
I have a request. Genuinely this came to my mind out of nowhere, yet I'm eagerly awaiting somebody to answer me.
Imagine Bakugo, and Reader. Maybe they're recently established, or something. Whatever conveniently fits the plot.
Basically the plot is they fall asleep together, and he wakes up to Reader grinding on his thigh while asleep. IM CURIOUSSS TO KNOWWW.
The knock came at 2:47 a.m.
Bakugou Katsuki had only been asleep for maybe an hour. His body was heavy with exhaustion, but the second the soft rap hit his door, his eyes snapped open. His gaze cut through the dark. He knew that knock. He always knew that knock.
He dragged himself out of bed, bare feet hitting the cold floor. No shirt. Just low-slung sweatpants that hung low on his hips, the faint outline of scars and hardened muscle visible even in the low light from the hallway. He yanked the door open ready to be his usual ass hole self to you.
Then he saw you.
You stood there in his shirt, arms wrapped around yourself like you were trying to hold your own pieces together. Your eyes were wide, glassy, breathing shallow and fast. Tremors ran through your frame.
He knew what was happening. The nightmare had you again.
His jaw tightened. That familiar spike of irritation flared at whatever the hell kept doing this to you. He didn’t ask what it was. You never told him, and he didn’t push. He wasn’t some soft-handed therapist. He was just… there. Like always.
“What do you want?” His voice came out gruff, rough with sleep, but the edge wasn’t as sharp as it could’ve been.
“It happened again,” you whispered, voice cracking.
Silence stretched for half a second. Then he stepped aside, jerking his head. “Get in.”
You slipped past him like you’d done it a dozen times before, which you had. The door clicked shut behind you, sealing the two of you in the quiet dark of his space.
His room smelled like him, smoky, clean laundry, a faint hint of that caramel-sweetness that always clung to his skin. You moved on instinct, climbing onto his bed and curling under the covers. The sheets were still warm from where he’d been lying. You let out a shaky exhale as you burrowed deeper, face half-hidden in his pillow.
Bakugou stood there for a moment longer than necessary, arms crossed over his bare chest. The sight of you like that, small, trusting, in his bed, hit him. He hated how natural it looked. How right. He wasn’t supposed to want this. You were roommates. Nothing more. He wasn’t some lovesick extra pining after the girl next door. He was Bakugou fucking Katsuki. Grumpy. Arrogant.
He grabbed the spare blanket from the chair in the corner.
“I’ll take the couch.”
You lifted your head immediately, eyes still haunted.
“…Please.” Your voice was small. You patted the empty space beside you on the mattress. “I just need you close tonight. Please.”
His heartbeat stuttered like a bad explosion. He stared at you, teeth grinding. Every instinct screamed to keep distance, to protect whatever fragile line existed between you. He didn’t do soft. He didn’t do vulnerable. And he sure as hell didn’t want you thinking he liked you. Even if the truth was that he did. More than he’d ever admit.
“Damn clingy,” he muttered, but he tossed the blanket back onto the chair. The mattress dipped under his weight as he climbed in beside you, keeping as much space as the bed allowed, which wasn’t much.
You didn’t hesitate. The second he there, you shifted closer, fingers curling loosely into the fabric near his arm. Your breathing evened out almost immediately, the tension bleeding from your shoulders. Safe. With him.
Bakugou lay rigid, staring at the ceiling. The warmth of your body seeped into his side. Your scent wrapped around him like a vice. He could feel the faint tremors still fading from your frame.
“…Idiot,” he whispered to the dark. He wasn’t sure if he meant you for needing him, or himself for letting it happen.
Exhaustion eventually dragged him under.
Morning light crept through the half-closed blinds, painting stripes across the bed. Bakugou woke first, as always. His internal clock was merciless, especially on days he had to work. He registered the warmth first. Then your weight.
You had moved in your sleep. Your soft body was pressed flush against his side, one leg thrown casually over his thigh, your face tucked into the crook of his neck. Your breath ghosted warm across his collarbone. One of your hands rested low on his abdomen, fingers splayed.
Fucking hell. That wasn't good.
Heat pooled low in his gut. Blood rushed south. He was rock-hard, the thick length of his cock straining painfully against the thin material of his sweatpants. The pressure of your thigh so close, dangerously close, made it throb. He bit back a curse, jaw clenched so tight it ached.
Fuck.
He needed to get up. Needed to slip away, handle this in the shower like he had the last few times this happened. He couldn’t spook you. Not after the nightmare. Not when you’d finally slept through the night because of him. He tried to shift, slow and careful.
You moved with him.
A soft, unconscious roll of your hips. Your heat pressed so against his erection, grinding in a sleepy little circle that dragged the fabric along his sensitive length. Pleasure shot up his spine. His breath hitched.
He froze.
You did it again. Slower this time. Your breathing remained deep and even, but your body sought his heat, seeking comfort even in sleep. The friction was maddening, soft cotton of your shirt riding up, bare skin brushing his.
Bakugou’s hands fisted the sheets. Sweat beaded on his forehead. His cock leaked, soaking a warm spot into his pants. Every tiny shift of your body sent sparks through him. He was painfully aware of how close your core was to his thigh, the heat radiating from between your legs.
Don’t wake up. Don’t—
You let out the softest moan. Barely audible. Breathy. Needy.
Then his name.
“…Katsuki…”
It slipped from your lips like a secret, low and laced with unconscious want.
His eyes flew open wide. Crimson irises blown dark with shock and raw lust. The sound of his name in that voice snapped the last thread of his control.
A guttural groan tore from his throat before he could stop it. His hips jerked up once, involuntary, chasing the friction. Pleasure crashed over him like a detonation. His cock pulsed hard, thick ropes of cum spilling into his sweatpants in hot, uncontrollable spurts. He came hard, shuddering silently beside you, teeth sunk into his lower lip to keep from making more noise.
The orgasm seemed to last forever. Wave after wave, soaking through the fabric, making a mess of himself while you slept peacefully against him, completely unaware. His heart hammered against his ribs like it wanted out. Shame and satisfaction warred in his chest.
He lay there afterward, breathing ragged, body still twitching with aftershocks. You were still curled into him, innocent and trusting. The evidence of what just happened cooled sticky against his skin.
Bakugou stared at the ceiling, one arm carefully draped around you now because he couldn’t bring himself to pull away.
“Tch… what the hell are you doing to me,” he muttered under his breath, voice hoarse.
He didn’t move. Not yet. He’d deal with the mess, the early briefing, the complicated knot of feelings he refused to name… later.
For now, he let himself have this. Just for a few more minutes.
Katsuki returns from a brutal week-long mission battered, exhausted, and far from being in the right state of mind. He’s sleep-deprived, and carrying the wrecked with adrenaline. The last person he should see is you. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he knows he’ll crumble if he does.
Still, after seven days apart, he can’t stay away.
He tells himself he’ll only look from a distance, hidden in the shadows like he’s done countless times before. No talking. No touching. Just one glimpse to reassure himself that you’re safe before disappearing again.
Instead, he finds you wrapped in someone else’s arms.
Not just anyone.
Midoriya.
Bakugou freezes as he watches the two of you smile at each other with effortless intimacy before your lips finally meet.
He waits for the rage to come.
He expects jealousy. Hatred. The overwhelming urge to blast Deku through the nearest wall.
Instead…
His pulse quickens.
His breath catches.
He fucking gets hard.
The sight doesn’t make him furious.
It turns him on.
The realization horrifies him.
He hates that his mind immediately imagines himself standing between the two of you. Hates the intrusive fantasies. None of it makes sense. None of it feels normal. The harder he tries to bury those thoughts, the stronger they become until they twist into frustration.
When Midoriya eventually leaves, Bakugou follows him without thinking.
The walk is silent.
The anger festers.
By the time Midoriya reaches home, Bakugou has convinced himself this is all Deku’s fault.
He breaks into the apartment before Midoriya can even settle in.
Midoriya barely has time to process the intrusion before Bakugou slams him against the wall.
“What are you doing here, Kacchan—”
Bakugou cuts him off, his voice rough with exhaustion and barely restrained need.
“Shut the fuck up, Deku.”
The room falls silent.
Because Bakugou isn’t here to fight.
He’s here to understand why the sight of you in Midoriya’s arms broke something inside him and why, no matter how much he despises it, he can’t stop wanting what he knows he shouldn’t.
thinking about aang and how he'd purposely blow wind towards his sweethearts skirt to make it fly open or sumn
very much agree with this … he’s always using the twitch of his fingers to turn the breeze so that your skirts flip up and he can see the colour of your panties. he only does it if you’re walking alone together because whilst mischievous aang is the avatar and you are the love of his life !!!
“oh, blue today? they’re pretty.” he says all big and mountainous towering over you with a grin as easy as the breeze. “can’t wait to take them off with my teeth later — ow!”
he’d be sooo cheeky with it you have no choice but to slap him in the chest or hit him with your bending and aang just laughs because his chest is so firm and plush he hardly feels a thing against you. gripping your wrists in one big hand, voice tipping into a lower timbre tone. “careful now, sweetheart.”
and then later he’s burning through your clothes and down to your panties with fire bending on one hand and the liner hand uses air bending to blow a calm coolness over your clit that has you writhing in place begging him for more ow
You barely had time to breathe. His tongue pushed past your lips, claiming, devouring, tasting. You moaned into him, fingers tangling in his soaked blond hair, tugging hard enough to draw a growl from deep in his chest. “God why did you have to call me.”
He kicked the bedroom door open and dropped you onto the bed, following immediately, his heavy body covering yours.
“Fuckin’ hell I've been doing so well staying away,” he rasped against your mouth, voice still gravel-rough. “You have no idea what you did to me last night.”
His hands were everywhere, sliding under your sweater, shoving it up and off in one impatient motion. The cool air hit your bare skin, but his palms were fire, calluses scraping deliciously over your ribs, your breasts. He palmed one roughly, thumb flicking over your nipple until it pebbled tight. You arched into him with a gasp.
“Katsuki—”
“Shut up.” He bit your bottom lip, then soothed it with his tongue. “You said enough on the phone. Now you’re gonna take what you asked for.”
He kissed down your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks, teeth grazing your pulse point. You shivered, hips rolling up against the hard line of his cock trapped in his wet jeans. He groaned, grinding down, letting you feel how much he wanted you.
His mouth latched onto your breast like he's wanted to have his mouth on you for do long, his tongue swirled hot and wet over the stiff peak before he sucked it deep into the scalding heat of his mouth.
His cheeks hollowed with raw hunger, pulling hard enough to send electric jolts straight to your dripping core. A desperate, broken whimper tore from your throat as your back arched clean off the bed, pushing more of your tit into his greedy mouth.
His free hand mauled your other breast, thick fingers pinching and twisting the nipple roughly, rolling it between calloused pads until it throbbed in time with your racing pulse. Your thighs clamped together instinctively, your wetness already smearing between them, but it wasn’t nearly enough.
Bakugo smirked. His eyes flashed with something wild and unhinged, pupils blown wide like a predator finally sinking teeth into long-denied prey. A low, guttural snarl vibrated against your skin as he ripped his mouth free with a wet pop, spit trailing from his swollen lips to your glistening nipple.
He didn’t speak, he fucking attacked.
Large hands shoved your shorts and panties down your legs in one violent yank, the fabric tearing at the seams from the force. He hurled them across the room without a glance, his gaze locked on your exposed, dripping pussy like it was the only thing left in his world. His chest heaved, breath coming in harsh, ragged pants that ghosted hot over your inner thighs. Saliva actually dripped from the corner of his mouth before he licked it away, eyes feral.
“Fuck… look at this sloppy little cunt,” he rasped, voice wrecked and thick with lust. “Dripping like a bitch in heat. All this mess just for me? Been creaming yourself thinking about my tongue, haven’t you?”
You barely managed a shaky nod, face burning, but he was already moving. Rough hands gripped your thighs hard enough to leave bruises, wrenching them apart so wide your hips ached. He dropped down between them, shoving his face against your soaked folds with zero hesitation. The first long, filthy drag of his tongue from your leaking hole all the way up to your swollen clit ripped a raw, shattered moan from deep in your chest.
He devoured you like an animal.
His tongue dragged through your soaked folds in broad, greedy strokes, lapping up every gush of your wetness with filthy, wet slurps that echoed through the room.
He didn't fucking care. He buried his face even deeper, nose grinding hard against your swollen clit as he devoured you like, growling, moaning, and snarling into your dripping cunt like the taste of you was the only thing keeping him sane.
The deep vibrations buzzed straight through your core, making your walls flutter and clench desperately around nothing.
He was feral. Completely unhinged.
His tongue attacked your clit with ruthless speed, circling faster and faster, flicking the sensitive nub with sharp, relentless strokes before he sealed his hot mouth around it and sucked hard. His cheeks hollowed with savage hunger, pulling on your clit like he was trying to suck your soul straight out through your pussy. Spit and your slick mixed messily on his tongue as he drank you down, groaning like your taste was addictive.
This man was wrecking you in every way.
Two thick fingers teased your clenching entrance, spreading your puffy, glistening lips wide before he shoved them in. The loud, wet squelch filled the air as they sank knuckle-deep into your tight heat. He curled them instantly, stroking that swollen, spot inside you with vicious, pace while his mouth continued its brutal assault on your clit.
Your hips jerked wildly, trying to ride his face. Your fingers flew into his wild blond hair, yanking hard enough to hurt, but Bakugo only snarled, the sound vibrating straight into your core. In a flash, one of his powerful arms slammed across your lower belly, pinning you down brutally against the mattress. His biceps flexed hard, veins bulging as he locked you in place, completely immobile while he feasted like a starving wolf.
“Don’t you fucking move,” he growled right against your soaked pussy, the words muffled and dripping with your juices. His hot breath fanned over your sensitive flesh, sending violent shockwaves through you. “This cunt is mine. All fucking mine. Take it, take every goddamn thing I give you, you greedy little slut.”
He added a third finger without warning, stretching your tight walls even wider with a filthy, squelching thrust. He pumped them faster, harder, curling relentlessly against that perfect spot while his tongue lashed your throbbing clit in rapid, merciless strokes. That just got you wetter, around his thick fingers, coating his chin, dripping down his jaw. The symphony of wet slurping, loud squelching, and his constant deep, animalistic groans filled the entire room as he ate you like he’d die if he ever stopped.
Your thighs shook violently around his head, muscles twitching uncontrollably. The pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your core, hotter than anything you’d ever felt, building like an explosion ready to rip you apart.
Your thighs started trembling around his head. He kept stretching you wider, scissoring even as his tongue flicked faster. The pressure snapped.
You came with a sharp cry, walls clamping down on his fingers, gushing against his tongue. Bakugo moaned like he was the one falling apart, licking you through every pulse, drinking every drop until you were twitching with oversensitivity.
He didn’t stop.
He kept licking slow, lazy stripes, fingers still buried deep, curling lazily. “Again,” he demanded. “Give me another one, baby.”
You tried to protest, it was too much, too soon, but he sucked your clit again and the second orgasm crashed over you before the first had fully faded. Tears pricked your eyes from the intensity. Your back arched clean off the bed.
Only then did he pull back, lips and chin glistening. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes feral. “Good girl.”
He stripped, jacket, shirt, jeans, revealing the hard planes of muscle, the scars, the thick, heavy cock curving up against his abdomen, already leaking. You stared, a wave of heat flooding you.
Bakugo noticed your wide eyes. He stroked himself, hissing through his teeth and watched you gasp. “Yeah? This what you wanted when you called me?”
You nodded, reaching for him. He caught your wrist, pinning it above your head as he settled between your thighs again. His cock nudged your entrance, hot and blunt, sliding through your folds to coat himself in your slick.
“Tell me,” he growled, forehead pressed to yours. “Do you want me to fuck you Y/n?”
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actually last night i came across this Audio and it got me thinking that yuuji would maybe call you mama when he’s fucking you deep, ankles locked around his waist with his cock pressing lovingly against your special spot like he’s trying to fill you with his spark. n his lips press against your chest where your heart beats as though he wants to kiss away your ache.
and then he says something like:
“you’re the sweetest girl ever, mama. let me take care of this pussy for you, yeah?” swiping on your clit with his thumb, woven between your bodies because he’s heavy on top of you. skin sticky against yours, gluing you together — because he begins where you and and he doesn’t want to break the cycle. and yuuji’s thrusts are neither fast or slow just deep. hellbent on making you see stars, making you cum on that cock like you own it.
Dabi hovered above you, chest heaving. His cock, still heavy and twitching against your thigh, leaked a fresh bead of precum that smeared hot across your skin. Thick ropes of his cum painted your fingers, his scarred abdomen, and dripped in slow, sticky strands onto your belly. The sight made your pussy clench greedily.
“Not done with you yet,” he growled, voice raw and wrecked. “Not even close, Princess.”
He caught your cum-smeared habd in a firm grip and brought your fingers to his mouth. His eyes locked onto yours as his tongue dragged slowly over every digit, licking his own thick seed clean with filthy, strokes. The wet heat of his mouth and the obscene sounds of him sucking his cum off your skin made your cunt throb hard. Dabi groaned deeply around your fingers, the vibration shooting straight to your core.
“Sweet girl,” he rasped, pulling your hand away only to crash his mouth against yours. The kiss was messy and depraved, you tasted the salty tang of his cum mixed with the sweet remnants of your own cum on his tongue. He devoured you, tongue fucking into your mouth like he wanted to claim every inch. His cock stiffened fully against your thigh, burning hot and heavy, smearing more precum in messy streaks across your skin.
He broke the kiss with a ragged breath, forehead pressed to yours, eyes wild. “I wanted to be gentle… but fuck, you undo me.”
His scarred hand slid down your body with possessive hunger, cupping your soaked pussy. Two thick fingers parted your slick folds, spreading you open as he circled your dripping entrance teasingly. The wet sound of your arousal filled the air between you.
“You’re fucking dripping for me,” he groaned, voice strained. “Soaking my fingers already.”
He knew. He could smell the sweet, untouched innocence of your virgin cunt. You were too fucking tight.
His jaw clenched, every powerful muscle in his body trembling with the brutal effort of holding back the beast inside him.
Dabi pulled back just enough to stare into your eyes, his thick cock throbbing angrily against your thigh, leaking steadily. “Princess… you’re a virgin.” His voice cracked with raw strain. “If we do this… I won’t be able to hold back. I’ll fuck you raw. I’ll stretch this pretty little cunt open and knot you so deep you’ll feel me for days. I’ll pump you so full of my cum you’ll be leaking me for a week.”
He didn't say the last words he thought of. ‘You'll have my pups.’
He swallowed hard, hips twitching as another thick drop of precum spilled onto your skin. His hand stayed between your thighs, fingers gently stroking your slick folds while he fought for control.
“Tell me you want this,” he rasped, voice trembling. “Tell me you want your alpha to ruin you.”
Dabi’s scarred hand shook as he gripped the base of his cock, the thick, veined length pulsing hot and heavy in his fist. He slapped the fat, leaking head against your swollen clit once, twice, three times making wet smack smack smack, watching your body jolt with each impact, a broken whimper spilling from your lips.
He dragged the glistening tip through your soaked folds, coating himself in your wetness until his cock shone with it, then pressed forward.
The blunt head stretched your virgin entrance open. Your tight heat clamped down around him like a vice, and Dabi’s head snapped back with a guttural groan that tore straight from his chest. His eyes rolled, irises nearly swallowed by black. Sweat already beaded on his temples as he pushed deeper, inch by thick inch, fighting not to slam home.
“F-fuck—” The word cracked in his throat. His arms trembled violently on either side of your head, muscles corded and straining. Halfway in, he paused, chest heaving, breath sawing harsh and ragged. Every vein in his neck stood out. His cock throbbed hard inside you, as if his body was trying to fill you before he’d even bottomed out.
He rocked forward again, feeding you the rest of his massive length until his heavy balls pressed flush against your ass and the swollen knot at his base kissed your stretched rim. A wrecked, broken sound ripped from him, as your walls fluttered and squeezed around every inch.
Dabi’s forehead dropped to yours, sweat dripping from his dark hair onto your skin. His whole body shuddered uncontrollably, hips twitching with the desperate urge to rut. “Breathe, baby… just breathe,” he rasped, voice shattered. “You’re—fuck—you’re squeezing me so fucking tight. So perfect.”
He let you get used to him. Breathing through the torture of staying still while you adjusted to his size. Then he started moving, slow, grinding rolls of his hips that dragged his thick cock along every sensitive ridge inside you.
The filthy, wet squelch of your slick pussy sucking him back in on every stroke filled the tower. Dabi’s mouth found your breast, latching onto one stiff nipple with a desperate groan. He sucked hard, tongue flicking frantically, while his hips kept that deep, devastating rhythm.
Your moans was wrecking him, filling his space like it was meant to.
Your hips started to meet his. The moment you moved with him, Dabi lost another piece of his sanity. A raw, animalistic growl vibrated against your nipple. He switched to the other breast, teeth grazing the sensitive peak before his tongue soothed it, spit-slick and messy. His rhythm faltered, thrusts growing harder, less controlled.
He wanted you with an intensity that would scare you if you knew. He's never been so fucking hard before, nothing in his imagination came close to the feeling taking over him.
Sweat slid down the groove of his spine. His scarred back flexed and trembled with every snap of his hips. Heavy balls slapped wetly against your ass, the sound obscene and loud.
He pulled back to watch your pussy swallow His cock. The sight of you sucking him in was enough to make him madder than he felt which he didn't think was possible.
His breathing was wrecked, short, desperate pants against as he fought to keep some shred of control.
“Feel me?” he choked out, voice hoarse and broken. His hips slammed forward harder, driving his cock impossibly deeper. “So deep inside this tight little virgin cunt… you’re ruining me, Princess.”
His arms shook harder. A thin string of drool escaped the corner of his mouth as he panted, completely lost in the heat of your body. The King of Darkness was a trembling, groaning, sweat-drenched mess, barely holding himself together while he fucked you like he’d die if he stopped.
Dabi hooked one of your legs over his elbow, spreading you so wide your pussy gaped obscenely around his thick cock. The new angle let him slam even deeper, the fat head of his shaft grinding mercilessly against that spot inside you with every brutal thrust.
Your back arched sharply off the bed as a raw cry tore from your throat.
“Right there?” Dabi snarled, voice completely shredded. He angled his hips and hammered that same spot again and again, sweat flying from his dark hair with every snap of his pelvis. His thumb found your swollen clit, rubbing fast, sloppy circles that matched the ruthless rhythm of his cock. His free hand gripped the headboard so hard the wood groaned in protest.
Your walls fluttered wildly around his pistoning length, squeezing him like a fist.
“Dabi—!” you screamed.
Your orgasm hit like a wrecking ball. Your pussy clamped down hard, gushing hot and slick all over his cock as violent spasms ripped through you. Dabi’s eyes rolled back, a feral, broken roar ripping from his chest. His hips stuttered, but he fucked you through every pulse, deep, punishing strokes that prolonged your pleasure until your thighs shook uncontrollably and tears streaked your cheeks.
He still didn’t stop.
With a guttural curse, he pulled out suddenly, leaving your ruined hole clenching around nothing.
Fuck I need her so badly. How do I make her mine forever. He couldn't help the thought that this could be all a fucking dream. He'd rather die in it than wake up to nothing.
In one swift motion he flipped you onto your stomach, yanked your hips up high, and slammed back inside with a single brutal thrust. The wet slap of his pelvis against your ass rang out as he mounted you like a beast in rut.
“Fuck—look at you,” he groaned, voice hoarse and wrecked. His eyes were glued to where his thick cock disappeared into your stretched, dripping hole. Sweat poured down his scarred back. His grip on your hips turned bruising as he pounded into you with savage force, balls slapping loudly against your clit with every thrust.
One hand snaked around to rub your oversensitive clit again while the other fisted in your hair, yanking your head back. He sank his teeth into the side of your neck, biting down hard enough to mark as he snarled against your skin.
I'll never let my queen go. You're fucking mine Y/n.
You came again with a broken cry, pussy spasming around his cock, gushing down his balls and thighs. Dabi’s rhythm turned sloppy and desperate, hips jerking erratically.
“Gonna knot you—fuck—gonna lock inside this perfect cunt,” he growled, voice cracking.
His swelling knot caught at your entrance on the next thrust. With a savage snap of his hips, he forced it in with a wet pop, stretching you impossibly wider. You screamed in overwhelming pleasure as the massive bulge locked you together.
Dabi roared, burying his face in your neck as his cock pulsed wildly. Thick, hot ropes of cum exploded deep inside you, pulse after heavy, endless pulse flooding your womb. Your belly swelled visibly beneath you. The sensation triggered another shattering orgasm, your walls milking his throbbing knot greedily, drawing out every last drop.
He collapsed over your back, trembling violently, arms banding around you like iron as he kept grinding his knot deeper with tiny, helpless thrusts. Broken groans and curses spilled from his lips against your sweat-slick skin. “Take it… take every fucking drop… good girl… my perfect mate…”
He couldn't think. Couldn't fucking move.
How could it feel so good with you. This feeling he was already obsessed with. He couldn't ever be with someone else.
Long minutes passed with you locked on his knot, both of you panting and shaking. When it finally began to soften, Dabi pulled out with a low, deep groan. A thick flood of his cum gushed out of your wrecked pussy, running in down your thighs and soaking the sheets.
Why did he like the sight. You looked throughly fucked and you weren't leaving his bed that night. He'd get to hold you close and treat you like he's always wanted to.
Was this really not a fragment of his imagination.
He turned you gently onto your back, eyes dark and hungry as he crawled between your spread legs. His tongue lapped softly at your oversensitive folds, cleaning the messy mix of your juices. It was filthy but he fucking loved it. He just needed more.
Every whimper you made drew a soft, possessive growl from deep in his chest.
Dabi kissed his way up your trembling body, finally collapsing beside you and pulling you into his arms. One large hand splayed possessively over your cum-swollen belly while the other stroked your hair. His cock, still half-hard and sticky with your release, rested heavy against your thigh.
“You’re mine now,” he whispered roughly against your temple, pressing soft, lingering kisses there. “My Princess. My Omega.”
The King of Darkness, Dabi Todoroki. He was in every sense of the word a merciless man and he had never known surrender until this moment. Not on the battlefield, not in the cold of war, not even in the depths of his most forbidden dreams. But with your soft lips pressed to the burning skin, something inside him shattered. Pleasure like he's never known had him barely holding on to sanity.
Fuck you we wrecking him both inside and out and he needed to ravish you.
A guttural sound tore from his throat, raw and animalistic, as his arms banded around you, keeping you crushed to his throbbing body. Then lifted you off your feet, effortlessly, like you weighed nothing and the sensation of your soft curves molding against his hard frame nearly undid him. Why did it feel so right? Your warmth bled through your dress, the press of your breasts against his chest, the subtle shift of your thighs as they brushed his growing erection.
That just made him think about fucking your thighs and spilling his seed on your beautiful skin. marking you like that even though he had no fucking right to.
His cock ached like a brand, thick and heavy, trapped between you, pulsing with every frantic beat of his heart. The pressure was unbearable, a savage need to drive into you, to bury himself so deep you'd feel him for days. To eat you alive. To fuck you until neither of you could move.
But you were her. His princess. Delicate. Precious. The very existence of his every desire.
The thought fractured through the red haze in his mind like a cracked mirror. Careful. Careful, you bastard, he thought to himself. He was a madman clutching at sanity with bloody fingertips, every instinct screaming to rip the rest of your clothes away and feast, while the last shred of honor roared at him to worship every inch of you. Serve you with his body.
In this moment he believed he existed for that purpose.
He spun you both toward the bed, the motion too fast, too rough, yet he forced his arms to gentle at the last second as he laid you down on the heavy furs and black silk. Reverence warred violently with hunger. Moonlight painted your skin in silver and shadow, highlighting every tear in your dress that he'd done, every curve he'd dreamed of for far too long. This was the first time he'd truly touched you. Really touched you. And it was destroying him.
Dabi knelt above you, knees on either side of your hips, fists clenched in the furs on the sides of your head so he wouldn't grab too hard. His eyes had burned molten amber, pupils blown wide. His chest heaved like he'd run for miles.
"Princess," he rasped, voice like gravel and smoke, barely could recognise it himself. "You have no idea what you've done."
His hands shook as they hovered over you. He wanted to devour, wanted to shove your thighs apart and bury his face between them until you screamed, wanting to sink his cock into your tight heat and rut like the beast he was. The ache in his shaft was a living thing, leaking, throbbing, demanding release. Pressure coiled low in his spine, so intense it bordered on pain.
Forever. He could fuck you forever. Lose himself in you until the world burned.
Instead, he leaned down slowly, fighting every feral urge, and brushed his lips against yours in something almost tender. A shudder ripped through him at the contact. His mind was a storm, thoughts shredded, nothing left but the overwhelming drive to make this good for you. To give you pleasure first. To treat you like the princess you were, even as the monster inside clawed to break free.
He kissed you deeper, slower, tasting the sweetness of your mouth while one large hand skimmed down your side, gentle despite the tremor in his fingers. The torn fabric gave way easily under his touch; he peeled it open like he was unwrapping something precious.
His molten amber eyes dropped to your chest. The soft, swells of your breasts rose and fell with your quickened breaths, nipples already tightened into peaks that teased him. He stared, utterly transfixed, chest heaving. His mouth flooded with saliva at the sight, tongue heavy with the imagined taste of your skin. He wanted to nuzzle between them, to rub his stubbled cheek against that tender flesh, to feel those sensitive peaks harden further against his lips, his tongue, his teeth.
A violent shudder rolled through him. His cock jerked hard inside his breeches, leaking, throbbing so fiercely he nearly came just from the fantasy, picturing the way your back would arch, the broken little sounds you might make, the way you might beg if he teased you. Would you beg, princess? The thought alone made his vision tunnel. If he sucked one stiff peak into his mouth and flicked it slowly with his tongue, would your fingers twist in his hair and pull him closer? Would you whimper his name and spread your legs wider for him?
Careful. She's delicate. Don't break her.
The internal command was a desperate gasp for sanity while the beast roared to take and feast. His hands shook as they finally moved, hovering just above your breasts, heat radiating from his palms. He fought the urge to grab, to squeeze, to devour. Instead, with a low, tormented groan, he brushed the back of his finger against one tip, and his starving gaze took in the shiver that ran through you and his name on your sweet lips.
"Gods above..." he rasped, voice wrecked.
Only then did his hand descend, slowly, trembling with the effort of control as he cupped one soft mound. Then he brushed his thumb lightly over the tight peak. The contact sent another pulse of raw need through his aching cock, but he held on, leaning down to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss just above your heart, fighting like a madman to keep from losing himself completely.
You called out his name again, the single word that could destroy a man.
"Dabi... please..."
His eyes rolled back, a broken, guttural moan ripping from deep in his chest as the sound of your voice hit him hard. His name on your lips, soft and desperate and needy. He wasn't sure he was going to survive this. Pleasure crashed through him in waves so intense his vision whited out for a moment. He wasn't even inside you yet, and he was already teetering on the edge, cock throbbing painfully against your thigh, leaking into his clothes.
So soft. So warm. Could you not see what you were doing to him?
His thumb circled your nipple with aching care, slow and gentle, even as his hips jerked forward again, grinding his rigid length harder against your thigh in a helpless need for friction. The pressure was maddening, heavy, aching, endless. Every tiny shift of your body beneath him sent another pulse of raw need straight to his balls.
Don't break her.
The thought was a fraying lifeline. He wanted to flip you over, shove your face into the silk sheets and mount you like an animal, pounding until the heavy four-poster bed cracked and the stones themselves shook. He wanted to bury his face between your thighs and devour until you soaked his tongue. He wanted to sink into your tight heat and fuck you raw, forever.
But he forced himself to stay gentle.
His mouth followed the path of his hand, kissing lower, collarbone, the valley between your breasts. Each press of his lips was softer than the last, a silent prayer for control while his breath came in harsh, ragged pants against your skin. Your scent was driving him insane, sweet and aroused and his.
He looked up at you, eyes wild and glassy, dark hair falling messily across his forehead.
"Tell me to stop," he whispered hoarsely, voice cracked and trembling. His hand slid down your body, cupping the wet heat between your legs. "Tell me, princess... before I lose what's left of my fucking mind."
His fingers parted your folds gently, finding you dripping and ready. The groan that tore out of him was pure torment, low and destroyed. He could feel how wet you were for him, how your body fluttered against his fingertips, and it nearly made him come untouched.
He wanted to taste. To bury his tongue inside you until you screamed. To suck on your clit while those pretty thighs shook around his head.
But he waited, forehead pressed to your chest, entire body trembling with the violent effort of holding the beast back. His cock twitched hard against your thigh again, another thick bead of pre-cum soaking through the fabric as your soft "Dabi, please" echoed in his skull like a drug.
"Fuck... say it again," he rasped against your skin, voice barely human. "Say my name while I try not to ruin you."
His fingers stroked through your wetness with excruciating gentleness, circling your clit in slow, maddening spirals, fighting with everything he had to give you pleasure instead of taking what his body was screaming for.
Your scent bloomed just for him, thick and heady and dripping with need. It wrapped around his cock like a fist, stroking him from the inside out. He was already achingly hard, brutally rigid, straining against the laces of his breeches until the fabric was soaked with a steady leak of precum. Every throb sent another pulse of torturous pleasure up his spine. He was so close to the edge it was humiliating.
You reached for him, soft fingers brushing the scarred line of his jaw with unbearable tenderness.
"Dabi..." you whispered. "Take me. I want you."
The words destroyed him.
He groaned as his mouth crashed down on yours, deep and filthy, tongue stroking against yours in slow, possessive glides that left no part of you untouched. He tasted the exhaustion on your tongue, the fear you'd carried for days, and devoured it, replacing every shadow with raw need.
His large hand slid down your side, mapping every curve memorizing your body, the dip of your waist, the flare of your hip, the soft warmth of your thigh. He squeezed, kneading the plush flesh, fingertips digging in just enough to leave faint marks he immediately soothed with his thumb.
You arched into him with a soft, broken whimper.
The sound went straight to his cock. His hips jerked forward helplessly, grinding helplessly against your thigh. His breath hitched, eyes fluttering. Too much. Too fucking good.
"Easy," he rasped against your mouth, voice cracked and hoarse, though his own control was hanging by a thread. "I've waited years for you... I won't rush this. Even if it fucking kills me."
He kissed his way down your throat, lips and tongue worshiping the frantic flutter of your pulse. When he reached the sensitive spot where neck met shoulder, he sucked hard, pulling the blood to the surface in a dark, claiming mark. His teeth grazed your skin. Your Omega scent flared in response, sweeter, thicker, flooding his room until he was drowning in it, drunk and desperate.
Dabi groaned, low and broken, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Fuck... you smell like heaven and ruin."
His forehead dropped to your collarbone, breath coming in harsh, ragged pants as he fought not to lose himself completely. One hand stayed between your thighs, cupping your soaked heat, fingers gently parting your slick folds but not pushing inside. He circled your entrance with a feather-light touch, collecting your wetness, groaning again when it coated his fingers.
Every muscle in his powerful body was locked tight, trembling with restraint. His cock throbbed angrily, begging to be buried inside your tight, welcoming heat. But he stayed there kissing, touching, breathing you in, determined to worship you properly even as the beast inside him howled to take, claim, and ruin.
His breath hitched when you whispered it, voice shy and sweet and devastating.
"I want to touch you too..."
The soft confession made heat flood your cheeks. Dabi's cock jumped hard against your thigh, another thick bead of precum soaking through the fabric as a violent shudder ripped through his entire frame. He was already so close just from your scent, your taste, the way you said his name. He wanted to eat you first. Needed to taste your sweet heat and feel your cum coating his tongue before he let himself have anything more.
"Beautiful," he whispered, voice wrecked. "So fucking beautiful it hurts."
He settled between your thighs, broad shoulders spreading you wider. For a long moment he simply looked, breathing you in like a man starved. Then he leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your knee, then higher, sucking a mark into the tender skin of your inner thigh before soothing it with slow strokes of his tongue.
You were panting, fingers fisting the black silk sheets.
He looked up at you through dark lashes, eyes feral. "Tell me if it's too much."
Before you could answer, his mouth descended on your cunt.
The first slow lick from entrance to clit tore a broken moan from your throat. Dabi groaned in answer, the taste of you exploding across his tongue, sweet, tangy, perfect. He licked again, firmer this time, parting your folds and savoring every drop. His strong hands gripped your thighs, holding you open as he feasted like a man possessed.
He learned you, circling your clit with the flat of his tongue before flicking the tip rapidly, cataloguing every hitch in your breath, every twitch of your hips. When you jerked, he pressed one large hand over your lower belly, pinning you down so he could devour you properly.
Two thick fingers teased your entrance, circling, then finally pushed inside. He sucked your clit into his hot mouth at the same moment, curling his fingers against that perfect spot. Stars burst behind your eyelids. He pumped slowly, adding a second finger when your walls fluttered greedily around him, scissoring them open while his tongue worked your clit in relentless patterns.
The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth and fingers filled the tower chamber, mingling with your gasps and his low, hungry growls. You were close already, thighs trembling around his head.
Dabi felt it, the way your walls tightened. He doubled down, sucking harder, fingers thrusting faster, curling just right as his free hand reached up to pinch your nipple.
You came with a sharp cry, back arching off the furs, vision whiting out as pleasure crashed through you. Your dominant Omega scent exploded around him like a storm. He drank every drop, groaning, hips grinding helplessly against the mattress as his own cock throbbed painfully.
He didn't stop.
Even as you shook with aftershocks, he kept licking, gentler now but no less hungry, drawing out every last tremor until you were whimpering, oversensitive and desperate. Only when you tugged weakly at his hair did he lift his head, lips and chin shiny with your release, eyes completely feral.
"You taste like sin," he rasped. wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I could live between your thighs."
He crawled up your body, kissing every inch, hip bone, ribs, the underside of your breast, the hollow of your throat, before claiming your mouth in a deep, filthy kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
You could feel the massive, burning length of his cock pressed hot and heavy against your thigh through his breeches.
Then you reached for him.
Dabi's breath stuttered when your fingers brushed the laces of his breeches. "Fuck... you're going to kill me, princess."
He helped you free him with shaking hands. His cock sprang out with a hiss from him. He was thick, veined, and flushed dark, the head glistening with precum, already swollen and pulsing. You touched him softly, exploring, tracing a gentle finger along the underside, then brushing a feather-light kiss to the sensitive crown.
That small, innocent kiss undid him.
A broken, guttural sound tore from his throat. His hips jerked, eyes rolling back as pleasure slammed into him without mercy. He tried to stay still, muscles locked, trembling violently, every tendon standing out in his neck, but your soft touches were too much. Too sweet. Too perfect.
With a wrecked moan, he came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling over your fingers and across his own abdomen as his cock pulsed wildly. He shook apart above you, panting and cursing and whispering your name like a prayer, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being touched by you.
Even after the last shudder left him, he stayed close, breathing you in, cock still half-hard and twitching against your skin.
"Not done with you yet," he growled softly, voice hoarse and utterly wrecked. "Not even close."
Tonight was about you. You felt a thrill go through you because you were having your very first scene with your men.
Dabi had sent the message earlier: “A surprise is waiting in your room little one. Try it on. We’ll be watching.”
You’d walked in to find it hanging—a lingerie set that seemed to leave very little for the imagination. It was a deep red, sheer lace with gold accents, garters that kissed your thighs, and matching thigh-highs that hugged your skin so snuggly.
You stripped and wore it now, standing under the soft lights, your robe long discarded at your feet.
Dabi walked in without knocking, letting out a low whistle, as he goes to seat on the edge of the couch, legs spread, his tattooed arms resting lazily over the backrest. “Holy f**king hell.”
Aizawa was standing a few feet behind him, arms crossed, his eyes dragging over you and making you blush. His gaze landed on the way your breasts barely fit the delicate cups, your nipples almost showing... Teasing, the soft curve of your inner thighs peeking out beneath the garter straps.
“You like me in this? Do I look good?” you said, biting your lip as you turned slowly for them.
“Good? Angel you are mouth watering,” Dabi grinned, “I'm barely keeping my hands to myself.”
“You look like a gift,” Aizawa murmured. “Good enough to unwrap.”
You stepped closer, heart thudding in anticipation. “Then do it.”
Dabi stood first, licking his bottom lip. He stalked toward you slowly, heat in every step. His hands found your waist, then slid down to cup your ass through the thin lace.
“You’re little body's trembling,” he said softly, lips brushing your ear. “Nervous? Or just that wet already?”
His fingers teased the edge of the lace between your thighs and hummed. “Oh… that wet, huh? Did having our eyes on you turn you on? Want me to take care of that?”
You gasped when he dropped to his knees without warning or waiting for your answer, pressing his mouth to your core through the lace, tongue dragging up slowly, soaking it further.
“Dabi,” you whimpered.
Aizawa moved behind you, one arm circling your waist, the other closing gently around your throat. “You look so good on display like this” he growled. “Let him eat you while I watch?”
You nodded with a soft gasp. His grip on your neck tightened ever so slightly.
“Don't you dare hide this cute noises from us, we want our girl loud.”
Dabi pulled the lace aside and buried his face between your thighs. His tongue was ruthless—flicking, curling, sucking your clit until your knees buckled. He moaned into you like you were his last meal, messy and desperate.
“Oh my god,” you gasped, rocking against his face. “Dabi—ah—please—”
Aizawa’s fingers slid up under the lace of your bra, pinching your nipples roughly. “Already begging? That was fast kitten we haven't even started.”
You cried out as Dabi slid two fingers inside you, pumping slowly as he sucked your clit harder. You came with a choked moan, your entire body trembling between them.
But they didn’t stop.
“Too much?” Aizawa murmured, lips against your neck.
You shook your head, chest heaving.
“Good girl.”
Dabi stood, his face glistening, and grabbed your hips to guide you to the couch. He sat down and pulled you into his lap, your back against his chest, your thighs spread wide for Aizawa.
“She’s ready for you,” Dabi said lazily. “Made her come so sweetly.”
Aizawa didn’t reply—he simply dropped to his knees between your legs and shoved Dabi’s fingers away, replacing them with his own. He was rougher. Two fingers, deep and fast, curling until you cried out.
“Such a mess,” he murmured. “You like getting fucked by us, huh?”
You nodded desperately, hips chasing his hand.
Dabi grinned against your neck. “You should see how hot you look right now. Writhing in my lap while he fingers you little pussy.”
“She’s gonna come again,” Aizawa warned. “You feel it?”
“Mmhm,” Dabi murmured, sucking a bruise into your shoulder. “She’s pulsing like crazy.”
You shattered again—loud and wet and uncontrollable—your thighs shaking as Aizawa kept fingering you through it. When he finally pulled away, his fingers were soaked.
He licked them clean.
“F**k that's hot,” Dabi muttered. “Okay. My turn.”
He lifted you off his lap and bent you over the arm of the couch. You barely had time to breathe before he was inside you in one hard and deep thrust.
“Holy—Dabi!” you gasped, arching your back.
He slammed into you, one hand fisted in your hair, the other spanking your ass until it stung.
“It's okay baby?” he kissed your shoulder. “I know you can take it.”
Aizawa stepped around, grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.
“You take him so well,” he said, dragging his cock along your lips and rubbing his precum. “Open up.”
You did—eager, desperate, letting him push into your mouth just as Dabi hit that spot that made you see stars.
You can't think and your body doesn't belong to you any more. Your moans, and their curses filled the room as they used you in perfect rhythm. You were dizzy, overstimulated, tears running down your cheeks as Dabi grunted, “She’s clenching so f**king hard—”
Aizawa held your head steady as he thrust into your throat, slowing only when you gagged.
“Almost there, baby,” Dabi gasped.
You cried out when he slammed deep and came with a low growl, emptying himself inside you, hips jerking.
He stayed there, buried inside you, panting.
“Don’t move,” Aizawa ordered. “I’m not done.”
He pushed Dabi aside and bent you over again, filling you in one deep thrust.
You sobbed as he fucked you harder than before, hips snapping as his hand wrapped around your throat from behind.
“Such a filthy little thing,” he growled. “You love this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” you gasped. “Yes—please—keep going—!”
“You want my cum too?” he asked.
“Yes—inside—please—”
That pushed him over the edge. He came with a grunt, slamming deep as he pulsed inside you, his fingers bruising your hips.
You collapsed on the couch, shaking.
Dabi flopped beside you. “Damn.”
Aizawa leaned down, kissing your temple as he helped you lie back gently.
“You okay?” he asked.
You nodded, flushed and dazed. “Better than okay.”
He smiled. “Good girl.”
Dabi grabbed a water bottle and handed it to you while Aizawa grabbed a towel and cleaned you up gently. Despite the roughness, the aftercare was soft. Thoughtful.
“We’re gonna have to do that again,” Dabi muttered.
My last job as an assassin was him, Sakusa Kiyoomi.
Would have thought the key to my freedom lay in the death of an underworld mob boss and not just any mob boss but the goddam heir to the Russian empire. Just my luck.
I marked him for months, my job clean with no slip-ups. This was supposed to be the perfect job, a record for the book so how did I end up blindfolded, cuffed, and wet in some storeroom that stank like broken dreams and missed freedom.
How did I get here? The last thing I remembered was being at the airport, Mr. Kiyoomi's plane was to land any minute and I was well prepared to nab my chance with his death. I had seen him through my dark shades as he strode with authority down to his waiting car where I had installed a bomb, I just needed him close, and boom! So close, with each step he took I held my breath but then nothing, I was here. . .
I didn't say a word and made effort not too move much in my attempt to feign still being unconscious. Try to assess my situation and know who in the world would court their end by taking me.
I heard heavy footsteps approach me and I steadied my breathing, almost to nothing. "Boss, she still sleeping."
"Is she now?" That voice, I know that voice. "Leave us." Sakusa bloody Kiyoomi.
He knew all along I was on his tail, played my game, and won like a master. Well, fuck me.
"Keep pretending girl and I will make it real_" in a low voice he said. "Permanently."
I raised my head, not that I could see him but I could tell where to look.
He may have seen through my plans and kidnapped me but he had nothing on a ghost, try as he may wondering who the stunning girl who rocked in everything black is, I didn't exist anywhere so he may have said his checkmate but the queen still has a role to play.
With a sweet smile on, I started a new game. "Hello,"
You are a die-hard fan girl of Oikawa and you go to his signing but with the crowd present, there was no chance you would get to meet him. With a defeated sigh you go into a cafe across the street and it is empty of customers or so you thought until you saw someone at the far corner dressed in black, you couldn't make out who it was because they had their face hidden under the sun glasses and mask they wore. After grabbing something to eat you decide to be friendly and join them at their table.
He watched you take the seat opposite of him and he wondered if you were a fan and recognized him.
"Hello... Umm, my name is y/n." You say with a smile on your face.
He lifts his head and you as a fan obsessed with Oikawa you recognized him and gasped at the realization.
You noticed how he tensed and understood he was hiding but why?
"You know who I am," He said.
"What? I... I don't, how can I when I can't even see your face."
He took it off, his glasses and mask before lowering his hoody and running his hand through his hair and you swooned like a typical fan girl but you immediately composed yourself since you were sure he was hiding from his fans.
"Now?"
You shake your head before picking up a donut. "Am I supposed to know you? Are you famous?"
He sighed in relief and sank back into his chair. "No, I am." He lied.
"Want a donut?" You offered.
"What?"
"I bought too many so you can have one."
He took it and you secretly watched him eat a donut you bought.
"Why are you here all alone?" You ask cooly.
"Oh I like the service here plus it is empty of people."
You seemed cool on the outside but on the inside, you were having a party, you were living every fan girl's dream right now and you wanted to scream.
"I actually came here to see someone but I couldn't so I just entered here, I don't know why I felt like sitting here." You said honestly.
Being here with him was so natural like you could see that he is just a person too.
"Faith." You hear him say.
"Faith? Maybe."
Then your phone dinged from inside your pocket, a notification from the Oikawa fan group you are an executive at and your eyes widen, they knew he was in here and everyone at the signing could storm in at any moment.
You look up from your phone to him with a panicked expression, what could you do?
"This is the cafe!" From outside you hear someone yell and you know you have to do something.
Without thinking you find yourself moving to the other side of the table, you make sure to cover the door view before pulling his face close to yours.
"Sorry for what is about to happen but play along," you whisper before connecting your lips with his.
You move your lips against him with your eyes shut tight but he doesn't kiss you back. You faintly hear someone open the cafe door but they are soon gone.
When you were sure they were gone you pulled back, your face red with embarrassment, why did you do that? Does he hate you? You couldn't stop those thoughts. You summoned courage and looked at him, he was looking at you too with heat in his eyes and you are about to apologize again when he pulls you back, taking your lips so soft that you see stars.
You kiss him back, getting on his lap and forgetting yourself in him.
Tsukishima
You both had a project to do together, he wasn't your best friend but you decided to bare it until the project was done and then you could leave. You ring his doorbell and after like a minute you hear footsteps and then the door opening.
"Hi, I am here to work on the project."
He doesn't say anything but steps out of the way for you to enter. He closes the door and follows behind you. You stood awkwardly in his living room when he goes inside and later returned with something in his hand.
He placed it on the table right in front of you.
"Uh... The project?"
"I already did it," he said pointing at what he dropped on the table.
"What?" You frowned, "you did it on your own."
"Exactly so you don't have to..."
"You crazy jerk, who do you think you are? I Get you're smart but that doesn't mean you can do this, It's a group project dummy so you can't just pull shit like this ahhh..." You ramble on letting out every frustration he made you feel.
You could never beat him in class and now what is he trying to prove with this? You back him up against the wall, your breathing heavy as you let it all out and now you are both close, too close and staring at each other.
Taking the leap you stand on your tiptoe and place a kiss on his lips but he doesn't kiss back, it frustrates you, even more, when you pull back. Without a word you turn and leave his house, taking the bus back home and hiding under your covers.
Tsuki remains in shock as he stares at the space you were just in. Did he do something wrong? He had never seen you like that and he always watched you because well he has a massive crush on you.
He wasn't ready to be alone with you in his house so he did the project alone to avoid it but somehow you kissed him and his mind were too numb to even react and now you are gone. His hand touched his lips, his first kiss... Made his brain that never seemed to shut down go numb and he wants more.
Kageyama
He was under your favorite tree, in the sunset he looked almost angelic with the pink petals falling over him, your friend you wanted to confess to today.
You took a deep breath and released it before taking small steps toward him, making sure to be quiet so you can spook him from behind but he knew you too well to fall for such a trick. A smile spread on his lips the moment you touched him.
He took your hand. "Hello, you kept me waiting."
"Wow, have you been waiting that long?"
He pouts and nods and you couldn't stop your own smile. You watched him put your hand in his pocket along with his as you walked in the park. Things like this were what made you want him, did he know that he made your heart skip a beat? He would soon.
The park was mostly empty by this time of the day and you both walked in silence, you kept replaying what you wanted to say to him when he suddenly stopped walking.
You gazed at him and he was looking at you, a glint in his eyes and you couldn't talk.
"I... Uhhh," a small laugh left him. "I want to tell you something and I want you to just listen okay, don't say anything just listen."
Not that you could even speak but you managed to nod.
"Okay... I like you, not just as a friend." He watched you so intensely and you could tell he meant what he was saying. "We have been together for so long and it may seem weird but I do like you and I didn't want to ruin our friendship so I didn't say anything but"
You jump into his arms taking him by surprise but not as surprising as kissing him. He felt your soft lips against his and it seemed like a dream, he had you in his arms and having his first kiss with you. His eyes closed as he brought you closer, kissing you back while thinking that maybe it was a dream but he would accept even that.
Kageyama spacing out, yelling out of nowhere then hitting his head against the wall, sometimes his setting is off and the boys ask him what is wrong but he just grunts in annoyance. His dumb action was still hunting him, like why run!
He definitely wants to see you again but what would he even say... 'Sorry for dumping a book on your head and running?' Where could he even find you? Well, you were in the school library so at least he knew you went to the same school but how could he not have seen you before?
You watch him in class from the last sit something that somehow entertains you with the way he talks to himself sometimes, you are still trying to understand why he just left. Did he know you? After all, you both are in the same class, and the way he looked at you like... He was shocked... You wanted to go over to him and say hi... Why did you leave?
With a sigh, you give up trying to figure him out and go to your usual place during lunch and that's when you meet again, you wear your hoodie with your face covered and looking down while rounding a corner and you collide into someone, the books you just borrowed from the library end up on the floor and you rush to pick them because they are limited edition. You are about to apologize when you hear his dreamy voice, yes you have dreamt about his voice since you have been a secret admirer since forever.
You lift your head and your hoodie falls back exposing your face and just like that you are both engaged in a staring competition. Students passing don't get it but literal sparks are flying as he stares into your ocean blue eyes and his heart does that again, beating faster and louder and you can definitely hear his, could he hear yours?
"You? " he whispers more to himself.
The spell is broken and you both pick up the books and stand, then came the awkward moment 😑
"... Uh hi, " you say "bye."
A total cringe-wordy moment as you try to escape but...
"Hey wait"
You pause the instant the words leave his mouth and you couldn't move even though you wanted to.
"Your book." he managed to say even though he wanted to apologize, ask your name maybe your number.
You take a step back, take your book and rush off without looking back, and just like he lost another opportunity.
Hinata would be too innocent to realize he has actually fallen for you his childhood sweetheart but not when the feeling of love is like the whole world disappears when you are around him. He always had feelings for you but to him, it was 'just friends' but all that changes.
You are returning after three years away and he is over the moon about it and can't wait to see you. He still remembers your short blonde hair you sometimes let him braid even though he does the worst job on it, your adorable baby face that blush easily at a single tease and he liked that he was taller than you.
Let's just say three years is a pretty long time because Hinata is stunned to his very core. like a vampire's first heartbeat, he is blooded at the sight of you coming down from the car. Your light blue eyes are darker now and they sparkle at the sight of him and you might as well have shot an arrow to his heart because it swelled with something he couldn't even describe.
"Y/n?" He is barely able to get a word out.
You tuck your now long hair behind your ear and smile at him before pulling him into a bear hug.
"Oh, I missed you."
Your voice is like music to his ear. The closeness sends his brain on overdrive and your scent absolutely heavenly. He doesn't want you to pull away but he doesn't hug you back because he was sure his body won't listen to his brain now.
You pull away and go hug your parents and he is still just not able to take it all in. You think he is being weird, he wouldn't talk to you the whole day and he just stayed in.
Maybe he doesn't like you anymore whereas Hinata is blushing under his covers with a dreamy look in his eyes, how can you be just friends now when all he can think or wait he can't even think? He turns to google for help, 'why do I feel like my friend is the prettiest person alive'
He realizes the feeling now and he is in love with you or maybe it's just a crush I mean you have been friends forever, he has seen you in just your underwear before and there is no going back from there but his heart says different.
Tsukishima is for sure your born enemy, he always manages to piss you off with how smart he is, and let's not forget how he loves to rub it in so you are basically life rivals but love doesn't obey such boundaries.
✥ Tsukishima in love for the first time ✥
He likes your constant banter and looks forward to it but he doesn't even realize it. Love hits Tsukishima like caffeine in your system makes you hyper.
Love happens anywhere and for tsukki, it's in a dark ally, his big mouth finally got him in trouble as you predicted and he won't shut up even when they have the upper hand and they had roughed him up a bit. It's your route home and honestly, you can't just ignore him, you sigh and take out your phone to record.
"OMG public violence! So lame." You have Tsukishima's mocking expression down.
All heads turn to you, all of them giving you nasty scowls but tsukki smirks and rolls his eyes at you like he doesn't need your help.
One of them tries to approach you.
"Don't even try it, I'm live right now," you smile. "If you don't leave now you will end up in jail and he could sue you for a lot of money."
With hard glares, they leave and Tsukishima sags to the floor, he huffs out a breath and rests his head on the wall.
"You are an idiot," you state to him.
For the first time, he doesn't have any kind of annoying remark to say back because he is like THIS ISN'T HAPPENING. Tsukishima is smart enough to know what he is feeling but it's still foreign to him especially when it's YOU!!
He noticed his little reactions to your presence before but now it's just not something he could ignore. He stares at the hand you put out for him to take then he looks at you and maybe he is starting to be delusional because the first thought that comes to his mind is 'she is pretty'
It was bound to happen, he did his calculations like typical tsukki and yeah he was likely to have feelings for someone eventually but YOU!? There was no stressing it more than that but he is officially messed in the head because tsukki is full-on blushing.
Then he asks, "why did you do that?"
You squat and Pat his hair making him go crazy. "I don't want my rival getting hurt if it's not done by me."
You practically claim him with those words even if you don't know what is going through his mind and now you have a guy who would make you his.
He would play his games and make you a pawn and his queen at the same time, there is no time to realize what is happening until he checkmates.
