no one's usually allowed to get close enough to notice, but todoroki touya â¶ dabi doesn't mind if it's you.
you first notice the flecks of white when you're lounging on the couch, touya's head nestled in the comfort of your lap as your fingers comb through strands of jet black.
the tiniest of snow white growing out from the root, blink it and you'll miss it.
you hand in his hair stills and he grunts, displeased like a kitten that wasn't quite done being petted and looks up at you, "what?"
a breath, hesitantly, tentative in its approach, "i uh, didn't know white was your natural hair colour."
he pauses for a moment, long enough for you to notice, before his eyes fall shut again. no one's usually gotten close enough to take note. "yeah. i don't like it though, prefer black. had it done this way for ages."
a hint of bitterness lingers in his words and catches in the back of his throat but he doesn't elaborate, and you decide not to push it. your fingers resume in their motion without a hitch, gently grazing your nails against his scalp just the way he likes it and he almost purrs in response, head sinking even further into your thighs.
his expression returns to it's previous state, relaxed and at peace aside from the slightest furrow in his brow. it calls out to you, and you lean down to press your lips against it hoping to soothe out the frown. he hums lowly, laying a rough and calloused hand above yours that's resting against his chest.
the room returns to it's quiet, nothing but the thrum of the fan and faint noises of the outside seeping through the walls, and your voice soft and sweet. touya thinks he may be able to doze off it this keeps up. "can i help you retouch them? your roots i mean."
"sure, only if you're good." he scoffs, no bite, just laced with a tinge of mirth and teasing.
you beam, "when am i not?"
"don't even babe."
a/n: 10 minutes in the train on the way to work and a dream
HESR ME OUT!! ghost definitely keeps his dog tags on during sex, and when he's fucking you in missionary instead of letting them hit your face, he bites them
Canât stop thinking about riding Simonâs face. So hereâs this:
Pairing: Simon âGhostâ Riley x Female Reader
TW: Oral (female receiving), pet names, swear words.
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âYou want me to what?â You chuckle softly, cheeks warming at your boyfriendâs request when you glance up at him from your cuddled position on the bed, your head resting on his shoulder.
âSit on my face.â Simon grumbles with a shrug, his signature smirk on his face as he gently brushes your bare back with his fingertips.
âYou want me to sit on your face?â You repeat, cheeks warming even more at his bluntness.
âDid I stutter?â He rolls his eyes, his smirk still evident on his lips as he pulls you onto his lap from the bed with his beefy arms, your legs straddling his wide hips.
You giggle as he manhandles you, your hands resting on his bare chest, fumbling with his dog tags as you glance down at him with a shy smile.
âDonât get shy on me now, darling.â He smiles fondly, his hand moving from your hip to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. âYou trust me?â
âOf course,â You murmur, nodding your head along with your words as he cups the side of your jaw and brings your lips to his for a gentle kiss before patting your arse cheeks with a grin.
âUp you get.â He pats his chest, giving your thigh a reassuring squeeze as he guides your movements, moaning deeply at the sight of your bare core near his lips. âSo fucking pretty. Iâm so lucky.â
You giggle softly, cheeks flooding at his vulgarity as you attempt to calm your heart rate with nerves, your hands resting on the headboard for support as you hover above his lips.
âYou just let me do the work.â He murmurs, pressing open mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, his large hands moving to curl around your arse cheeks, encouraging you to lower yourself. âIâve got you. Just enjoy it, yeah?â
You hum in agreement, nodding gently as you follow his lead, lowering your hips as he grunts with pleasure. He tugs your hips even closer to his mouth and immediately gets to work, swiping his tongue through your folds, gathering up your juices as if itâs honey.
You moan softly when he flicks his tongue against your clit, eyes locking with his as you peer down at him. Your fingertips curl around the headboard a little more as the pleasure begins to build nicely in the pit of your stomach.
He groans with delight at the taste of you. Flicking his tongue to your clit and taking his time, almost as if heâs trying to remember every taste, sound and movement you make. âTastes so fucking good, baby. So fucking sweet.â
His movements pick up, the need and desire to make you feel as good as possible kicking in. His hands get rougher, - palming over your arse cheeks and the back of your thighs. His actions encouraging you to rock your hips against him, earning soft hitches and moans from your pretty lips.
Your hand moves to tangle in his blonde hair, tugging with pleasure when his tongue explores you, flicking and sucking in all the right spots. Pulling out the pleasure from within with every swirl of his tongue.
âGonna cum, Si.â You gasp, your hips moving against his mouth, unable to stop the urge to get more. Your fingers tugging a little harder in his scalp, earning a grunt of approval from him.
âThatâs my girl.â He praises, his words muffled as continues to abuse your clit with his tongue, flicking expertly as his large hands palm the back of your thighs possessively, squeezing and supporting your movements against him. âLet go for me. Iâve got you.â
His words were all you needed to allow the knot to snap, your hips twitching when your orgasm washes through you. Your head tilted back as you chant his name like a song.
Simon doesnât let up, continuing to suck and flick onto your clit as he rides out your high, grunting with ecstasy as he watches you come undone.
It feels like hours when his movements slow, eventually coming to a stop when he presses a satisfied kiss to your inner thigh. His hands smoothing over your soft skin, bringing you back to him.
You pant, breathing heavy as you glance down to him, grinning when you see his pleased grin on his lips.
âDid you enjoy that?â He quizzes, his grin widening because he already knows your answer, continuing to explore your skin softly with his hands.
âYes,â You giggle, rolling your eyes with feigned annoyance at his smugness. âIt was nice.â
âGood,â He presses a kiss to your inner thigh, leaning back against the pillow to have a better look at you, taking in your blissed out appearance. âYou can sit on my face anytime, pretty girl.â