á˘đŠ pairings: izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, tomura shigaraki, dabi
á˘đŠ content warning: suggestive, implied sex, slight mentions of blood and killing, swearing, ab pics.
á˘đŠ synopsis: you accidently send some pictures of you testing on some lingerie to the wrong person!
á˘đŠ authors note: mannn idk what this is but enjoy. also this is my first mha chatfic, i usually do blue lock ones so this might be out of the ordinary
neito monoma would be a little shit about it. he's prideful in general, but with his partner?? woooooo....absolutely smug. neito would dramatially wrap himself around you. that is his lady. and no one else can have her. he'd also totally grab the phone camera to show you off more TEEHEE
tamaki amajiki would turn to stare at you with wide eyes in confusion, blinking slowly as you quickly looked at the camera and then back at him. he'd open his arms for a hug, expecting you to fall into his arms. when you shake your head, tamaki would move to hug you instead. how dare you deny him his hug >:(
mashirao ojiro would wrap his tail around you to pull you in before bringing you into his arms with a kiss to the forehead. the sweetest guy around, i tell you. mashirao would be super gentle bit still firm, not afraid to love you out loud for the camera. he'd have the cutest little smile on his face as he pressed kisses to your face.
fumikage tokoyami would summon dark shadow to wrap around your waist, but would come closer to lift you up from the ground once he saw the pout on your face that he didn't wrap himself around your waist. he couldn't keep you sad, after all. fumikage would carry you like a princess <3
shota aizawa would be horribly confused at first, giving you the meanest side eye you've ever seen him give. ouch! he'd be a little late with his reaction as it processed in this mind, but shota would awkwardly step closer to you before wrapping his arms around you in a cute hug. a little stiff, but still a 10/10 response!
dabi grab you by the hand tightly and tug you harshly towards him with a giant ass smirk on his face, causing you to nearly hit the ground as you were tugged into a falling position. that little shit...but overall, dabi wouldn't hesitate to pull you to your feet saying that he "caught you" and kiss you roughly
hawks would excitedly pull you towards him and envelope you in a big hug. you know the cliche in films of putting up a hat to block the camera while the two characters kiss? hawks would do that with his wings. cute, timeless, and overly sweet. teases you later about you wanting to do that trend, but he enjoyed himself too much.
MIND you his biggest thing is hating Enji. Why would he ever want to turn into his father, a man who beat his wife?? Dabi totally has a temper, but he is never laying a hand on you (unless you ask nicely lol).
he'd be super super codependent that it's insane, though. after he finally gives up the whole being stoic and nonchalant and not falling in love, he's totally obsessed even if he tries to hide it bsfr.
jealous. freaks out over anyone you speak to that isnt out of necessity unless its like toga or shigaraki. probably wakes up in the middle of the night bc of nightmares, blood running down his cheeks. he'll lock himself in the bathroom careful not to wake you and stare at himself in the mirror, unblinking, until the tears stop.
if you do wake up and find him freaking out, he will eventually cave and probably just hold you a little tighter. you're the center of his twisted little universe. just your prescence keeps him stable.
you go and pick up your boyfriend from j-j-jaillll !!
"he's all yours, ma'am."
getting a call from your local police station telling you to come pick up your boyfriend from jail is not how you wanted to spend your friday evening. but here you are, standing at the foot of his cell with an expression so petrifying that even the officer standing beside you has to take a step back and avoid your gaze.
touya watches him unlock the cell with a grimace. the second the cell door slides open, you take a step forwardâand touya does the most reasonable thing he can think of in regard to his safety and slams the gate closed, effectively locking himself back up again.
there's a moment of silence before you let out a gasp of absolute disbelief.
"touya, i swear toâ"
"sir, i don't feel safe with her here. can't you, well, i dunnoâmake her stand a couple of fucking feet away from the door so i can step out without getting my face bashed into the nearest wall?"
the officer takes a long look at touya, who has the audacity to clasp his hands together in a plea, while you turn towards the officer with a raised brow.
"...you have her listed as your emergency contact. you'll be fine."
touya seems offended by the officer's words, but he doesn't argue any further as the man fumbles with his keys before unlocking the cell once again. touya steps out tentatively, shoulders slumping and a pout tugging his lips downwards (a half-assed attempt to look innocent, really) and you try not to let your eye twitch.
"officer, could you tell me just what he did again? i've seem to have forgotten what you told me." you state dryly, watching touya squirm under your gaze as he strains his wrists against the cuffs wrapped around them.
"uhâhe was caught vandalizing a gas station. you know that one mr. takami a couple streets over runs? then he, uh, sort of beat him up."
"oh, come onâ"
"shut. up. officer, please take us to the front desk so i can fill out the necessary papers and take him home."
the entire ordeal took only a little under an hour. and before touya knew it, he was back to being his usual passenger princess self beside you, though he had to keep one arm braced against the door and the other gripping the middle console for his own safety.
"babe, you are driving way too fast."
big mistake. if touya knew better, he would've held his breath all the way home instead.
"do you know how worried i was? did you know i was in the shower when they called? you're paying the hospital bill coming in the mail one of these days for when you finally send me into cardiac arrest with all the shit you pull, touya!" you snap, and since you were at a red light, you remove your hand from the steering wheel and give touya's ear a harsh tug, just for good measure.
"okay, i get itâow that fucking hurts! let go of my eaâi mean, sorry," he wheezes dramatically, and you finally let go of your grip on him with a huff when the light turns green.
"you're lucky they let you off so easy. seriously. i think you deserve at leastâwait, are you not wearing your fucking seatbelt?" you snap, looking back and forth between touya and the road like this entire day was the most irritating inconvenience of your life, and touya can only scramble to put it on while mumbling a string of apologies under his breath. he peers up at you wearily, and you turn away from him and back towards the road with a grumble and tensed-up shoulders.
you're in a really bad mood today.
touya wants to tell you that he's sorry and that he knows he's wrong, but he's afraid that if he looks at you a certain way or says the wrong thing, you might just use your bare teeth to bite his head clean off.
so, he settles into his seat quietly and allows you the peaceful ride back home you deserve. now that he thinks about it, you've been under quite a bit of stress lately. it takes touya half a second to realize he must have made it worse, and it takes him another second more to remember that today was your only day off of the weekâand he sinks back into his seat with a frown.
touya throws a careful glance at you through his peripheral vision, taking note of the tired look in your eyes.
you were worried about him when he got arrested. picking him up from the police station when he knows no one else would. fussing over him not putting on his seatbelt and being safe. and that is when touya is reminded why the only number in his emergency contact is yours.
it's because you love him, dearly and with all your heart, even when he acts like an exasperating little shit (e.g., the stunt he pulled today).
carefully, as if he's getting ready to pet an angry cat that loves to scratch, touya takes his hand and drapes it over your thigh, rubbing gentle circles as he presses his fingers into the fabric of your jeans. you don't push him off you, merely sighing through your nose and keeping your eyes on the road, and touya takes that as a sign that you're not too mad at him.
"when we get home, i'll run a nice bath for you to relax in. we can order takeout, and i'll massage your legs real good, you know, just the way you like after a long day." he says softly, and his touch is tender enough that you can't help but melt underneath it.
touya made staying mad at him really hard.
"fine."
"we can watch a movie too, your choiceâyou won't hear a single complaint from me. i'll even tell kei i'm sorry, even though that jackass was lookin' at me funny and started the wholeâwhatever. just know that i'm sorry, doll. i mean it."
touya doesn't tell you how he's only sorry for causing you stress, not sorry for rightfully knocking keigo down a size. but you finally do glance at himâand your face has softened into the very smallest of smiles. that sight alone is enough to warm touya's body entirely with love.
"alright then."
touya keeps his word, just like he always has. he carries you into the apartment bridal style just to hear you laugh again, he lights a candle for your bath and massages your shoulders and temple as you bathe, and he doesn't even bat an eye when you flick through your tv shows and select pucca. no, he settles into your side and passes you his favorite blanket instead.
touya makes mistakes oftenâall the time, actually. it was his specialty, but he liked to blame his miscalculations on bad luck or the universe working against him. but, then again, it didn't make sense for the universe to be working against him if he had youâa gift to breathe life back into him, the light of his life, divine intervention, if you will.
he'll work on himself to be better for you, and you'll recognize his efforts and dote on him accordingly. you make touya somewhat civilized and human, and for that, he is forever grateful.
-> all the times Dabi fucks you, and the one time Touya does.
warning/s: extreme smut, pure filth for the whole fic, breeding, dub con (? not sure adding this just in case), angst, possessive touya, filthy touya, cum eating, cream pie, overstimulation, drugging (only at the start), pierced cock, belly bulge, mean dabi, rough sex, fluff, hello i kno this looks too smutty to be angsty but donât underestimate me, ANGST
word count: 8.5k
a/n: enjoy u sluts
Dabi is a vile, sadistic man.
That is the only way you could describe him. Itâs hard not to, when heâs got you drugged and high on his sorry excuse of a bedâ a futon that harshly smells like him amongst other repellent scentsâ and heâs pounding harshly into you.
Youâre not truly against it. If you were, you wouldnât be here. The only thing youâre against is Dabiâs atrocious behavior and his fucking habit of doing things behind your back.
Such as drugging you before pounding your brains out. Not because you wouldnât consentâ you always do when it comes to himâ but because he wants you pliant, wanton, obedient during sex. Youâre not exactly one to give him the upper hand, and you have a foul mouth, too, and the burnt idiot loves nothing more than toâ and you quoteâ âremind you of your fucking placeâ.
Limp. Overstimulated. High off his stupidly perfect cock that just fills you in ways nothing else ever has. Thatâs what stokes his ego and brings him joy the most.
âS-slow dowâ ngh- D-dabiâ!â
Not to mention the way you beg him. Heâs nothing but utterly thrilled each time he has you like this, which isnât often given your attitude, but it happensâ when he takes all his frustrations out on you and goes a little too hard, or maybe when he uses his quirk on you to give you a little scare. Now, that heâs found out he can simply slip a pill into your mouth while fucking with you, heâs overjoyed. You canât resist his kisses, after all.
He snorts, listening to your whines and cries, but does nothing to slow down. His pelvis smacks harshly against your ass, and he grunts as he doubles over to make sure you feel just every inch of his pierced cock.
You shriek, crying out as you try and fail to escape his grasp. He holds you tightly by your hips, fingers digging into your skin, and he almost fucking growls when you squirm to the point his dick slips out of your abused hole.
That earns you a spank, and him a loud squeal from you, which basically is all you can do in a state of haze.
âFuckinâ drugged ya and youâre still a dumb bitchâ stay- the- fuck- still-! Shit!â He emphasizes on each word with a spank to your ass, the pain spreading all the way down to your thighs and you nearly give out. He holds you tightly, sloppy dick thrusting into you over and over again as slick drips down on both of you.
Dabi licks his lips at the sight, the way each time he pulls back your slick pulls with him, the way thereâs a near white ring around your hole, his pre-cum having done the job of getting you wet prior. Your clit is puffy and neglected and he has no intention of touching it until youâre begging like the whore youâre supposed to be, and his fingers glide through your folds to spread you as much as possible.
Heâs vile. Cruel. Loves to make you feel vulnerable and weak beneath him.
Itâs not long until he realizes your face is tear-stained, and he laughs at that too, bending over so his front comes in contact with your back and his face is near yours.
The flat of his tongue drags all the way up your cheek, licking the salty substance away from your skinâ and you huff, furiously craning your neck so youâre turned away from him.
He doesnât like that.
âWhat do I have to do to get you to comply, princess? Why canât you justââ he groans, burying himself inside of you and completely stopping his cruel abuse to your hole.
That, more than anything, is even worse. You whine as his weight overtakes you, and your thighs finally give out as you collapse flat into the bed, Dabi laying comfortably on you with his dick all the way up your cunt.
You swear you feel his tip poking your cervix.
Reflexively, you clench down on himâ (and gosh does it feel goodâ partly because his girth stimulates you and partly because he moans out, obviously weak for pussy).
Nevertheless, he laughs almost breathlessly, nuzzling his nose into your neck.
âWhyâre you beinâ a bad girl, hm?â
Because you fucking drugged me.
Because youâre a fucking asshole.
Because youâre a villain and Iâm a hero and youâre ravishing in the thought of humiliating me.
Because I keep coming back to you.
âDonât you want to be my good girl? Câmon, Iâll even eat your pussy afterwards, howâs that sound?â
Youâll do that anyway.
âFuck you, Dabi.â
He huffs, already having expected that answer. Honestly, it thrills him even more. He enjoys to be mean anyway, in bed and in general.
âFine. Thatâs on you, then. Donât blame me if you have to take a few days off.â
Your greedy cuntâ traitor that she isâ welcomes his mean thrusts with loud squelches as he sits up, dragging your hips with him and your weak knees plant into the sheets again. He makes sure to still within you each time he bottoms out, moaning and letting pleasure overcome him as he tries to go beyond any limits and bury himself even further into the warmth of your walls. His cock twitches, his piercings barely noticeable with the amount of slick thatâs between you and him.
You regain just the right amount of feeling in your fingers to fist them into the sheets, a high shriek erupting from you.
Dabiâs mercilessâ youâve known that from the very beginning, from the first time he talked to you because he claimed he was curious about you. You knew back then, too, that he was a crude, cold-blooded villain, one who had no problem with blood on his hands, but somewhere in the very back of your mind curiousity spiked despite yourself, and you found yourself wondering if said villain had a heart big enough to actually feel something.
(And you found out; he could feel, alright.)
He flirted even back then, even when you were supposed to be hero and villain, when there shouldnât have been any interactions between the two of you except for fighting, for making sure neither would block the others way ever again. And Dabi was quite charming when he truly wanted to be, when he let that lazy smirk curl just right and his voice dip low enough to make you forget what he was.
And you, with your hope long lost in hero societyâ because recently, all youâd been doing was fighting to save the few people you loved, and hero society had long since collapsed, if it had ever truly existed at allâ had seen no real wrong in letting one of the most dangerous villains fuck you from time to time.
With a mean snap of his hips, youâre brought back to the current.
âStay with me, doll. âBoutta fill you upâ you want that? W-want me to ruin ya so the next bastard who lays his hands on you only finds me inside of you? Kehââ
He barks out his usual mean laugh, and tears slowly emerge from your eyes. You feel so fucking helpless, so weak and vulnerable and just like he loves it.
And youâre so, so desperate.
You do want him to fill you up. You need it.
His hips stutter as he continues his assault, dick pushing in and out your soft cuntâ he thinks itâs beautiful, the way you take him and reject him at the same time. Squirming away like you donât want his dick to be the only presence up your fucking pussy.
âMy sweet little cumdump. Whyâre you beinâ so difficultâ someone piss you off earlier so now you gotta be a little whore?â
You mewl, shaking your head as you thrust your ass back, earning you his chuckle that easily causes your heart to skip a beat. He pulls out, and you almost, almost thrash out at the loss of contact, but the second his tip pokes at your folds, you calm down, despite it not being inside you like it should be.
He spreads your folds once more, dragging his leaking tip all over your labia before circling your fluttering hole, snickering at the way youâre trying desperately to spread yourself moreâ to invite him within your snuggly, warm insides.
When his cum is spread perfectly, all over your clit and folds, he goes back to pounding you meanly.
This time, youâre already embarrassingly close, as if your pussy is taking the opportunity to release before he changes his mind and pulls out, edging you for god knows how long.
âFeel ya gettinâ tighter. Gonna cum?â
You nod, because you know itâs always best to answer Dabi.
The consequences if you donât are something youâre truly not up to deal with today, âPleaseâ D-dabi- wâna cum-!â
He laughs, speeding up his pace until you feel the familiar coil in your abdomen. It heats up similar like the rest of Dabi, and you have a hard time focusing on it when his hands grip into the flesh of your hips and warmth spreads all through your body.
âF-fuck, gonna fill you up s-so good- shitâ cum goddamnitâ fuckinâ cum-!â
With his demand, you release, thighs and hands and every other part of your body you can practically feel despite the drugs trembles as your pussy gushes all over him, and he buries himself all the way inside of you, grinding in a way to stimulate friction without having to pull out even at the base.
You think itâs cute. Somehow, that he wants to be all inside of you and cuddled into you while unloading his hot, sticky cum and painting your walls white.
He grinds against your ass, riding out his and your orgasm at the same time, though itâs you who gives in first and you feel the hints of your overstimulated pussy begging him to stop.
He doesnât, though, âcause Dabiâs too busy making sure his cum is all the way deep inside of you while his dick is still hard, and he throbs painfully against your velvety wallsâ to the point, youâre worried he didnât even soften and heâs up for another round.
Luckily, he does soften eventually, after your cunt milked every bit of him and heâs tired grinding and circling his hips into you to get bits of friction.
He pulls out slightly and you hiss at the emptiness, all the while he dislikes the way his cock feels too bare and lonely without your perfect pussy.
âS-stay- Dabi, inside- please.â You cry, because you physically canât straddle him and get him riled up to keep his cock inside. Youâre still mad at him, for that, for forcing you into a role where youâre only able to beg to get what you want and what you donât.
Fortunately, and very luckily, Dabi actually listens to youâ (and gosh, if youâre not surprised by his tip poking your hole againâ he laughs, âWasnât that what you wanted, sweetheart?â you quickly nodâ âUh-huh!â)
He pulls out rather quickly again, changing his decision and turning you around so youâre laying on your back. He sheathes himself inside of you just then, his own face coming down to lick and nuzzle into the crook of your neck.
If you didnât know Dabi, youâd think this was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you.
But you know him, and you know heâs shameless and blunt and sees no deeper meaning in doing this apart from the pleasure he receives one way or another.
Dabi does as he pleases, and never bothers to put a label on any of these things. Not that you mind, he is a villain, and youâre simply here for a good fuck.
Though, youâd be lying if you said the aftercare wasnât good (which more often than not is just weird, close intimacy where you usually end up cockwarming him or taking a shower together).
Your handâ now finally having fully regained your feelings thereâ comes to cradle his hair, fingers sinking into his soft black tufts as your other arm embraces him.
You donât want to know what the two of you look like. Some lovesick fools, probablyâ him still buried inside of you, grinding faintly against you and sending shocks of pleasure up your body, your hand in his hair as he sucks and nibbles at your neck, his whole weight andâ dare you sayâ affection swallowing you whole.
But you know better by now, that some things should be left alone, that not everything needs a confrontation and a label to keep you somewhat afloat and content.
âStill mad at you, by the way. Donât drug me again or I promise your dick wonât be able to stand hard for a long time.â
He licks all the way up to your jaw, planting rotten kisses all over you and you feel yourself getting sick with something you donât want to acknowledge. Itâs worse than any nauseating feeling, crushing and yearning and wanting moreâ but you donât voice it, even when everything he does makes you feel like a giddy little teenage girl again.
Warm puffs of breath hit your skin as he chuckles, âIâll hold you to it.â
You wish, somewhere in the heart you claim to be nonchalant and independent, that heâd stay in more ways than just physically inside of you.
He doesnt know when or why he started talking to you about his missions, but other than a misbehaving thug here and there, his life was pretty fucking boring.
He also doesnât know when your casual hook ups turned into hang outsâ but he refuses to address that as much as you refuse to look him in the eye every time he stays.
Thereâs times you end up cooking for him, telling him about things heâd personally consider a topic sensitive to most, but youâre not one to back out, he knows that.
ââlike I said, I donât care about any ranks or other heroes, Dabi.â
He scoffs. Everyone cares about their rankâ everyone strives to be the best, and you in particular seem to be just that type.
âBullshit. I donât tolerate liars, princess.â He rasps, and you know heâs trying to lure you into a trap that ends with him punishing you in bed. His voice is a dead giveaway, and so are the thighs he spreads shamelesslyâ it doesnât take you long to realize heâs already half hard, turned on by simply talkingâ or by imagining the nasty things he wants to do to you.
You sigh, reciting your earlier words because apparently heâs having a hard time hearing (intentionally, you assume), âI never said I donât want to be strong. I do, but I donât care about ranks. Or how many villains Iâve caught and left to rot in prison. I care about protecting those close to meââ the plate in your hands is warm, a freshly made dish that has Dabiâs stomach churning, and you bring it to him, slyly tapping his nose before retreating again, âeat up, I made too much.â
Of course.
You always conveniently make too much.
He doesnât waste any time digging in, itâs not exactly easy getting food on the streets and heâs pretty fucking tired of eating the same garbage shit. Your cookingâs much better, obviously.
âWhat about me?â
Heâs a messy eater.
You perk up, closing the tap water in order to understand him better.
Much to your surprise, he stands up, long legs allowing him to move quickly and efficientlyâ and before you know it, heâs behind you, heated hands placed on your hips as his head dips down until his breath hits the back of your neck.
You donât freeze, in factâ you do the opposite, eagerly leaning into his touch and sighing at the warmth he emits by the second. You can practically feel his smirk etched into his face.
âDo you care about protecting me?â
He clarifies, his chest rumbling against your back and heâs met with reality when you turn around, facing him boldly and tilting your head with a tight grin.
âDo you need protection?â
Slipping under his slender arms, you escape the human cage, only to be met with the sight of a clean plate, realization dawning on you that heâs eaten everything within less than a minute.
Your heart hurts, even if only for a second.
When you look back over your shoulder, Dabiâs still there, grinning at you like youâre not riding an emotional roller coasterâ like youâre not struggling and trying to find out what it is you feel about this man. Heâs not a kid. Heâs not weakâ emotionally or physicallyâ but for some reason..
âI care.â You hum, âI care. Iâd protect you.â
And just like that, his grin slips off his face and youâre met with silence you know all too well. You donât dwell on it though, letting Dabi do as he pleasesâ he reminds you of a stray cat, more often than not, coming and leaving whenever he wants to.
Except this time itâs not him fleeing your apartment.
Itâs you.
The next time Dabi spots you, heâs met with a clustering pang to his heart instead of the usual excitement, and his jaw clicks as he drags his tongue over the metal stapled into his skin, because he fucking hates that he even has a reaction like that in the first place.
Youâre outside, wearing your torn hero costume, and thereâs a rip that exposes just about too much collarbone and your cleavage. And it doesnât look pretty given the blood and the dirt covering your skin, smeared across you and he thinks it should make you look ruined and uglyâ but somehow it just makes you look more tempting and vulnerable and his, and itâs enough to have any man keeling over for you and Dabiâs very well aware of that.
But itâs not the injury thatâs causing his emotions to feel all weird and wired up, itâs the fact that thereâs another fucking male next to you, walking just a little too close, and Dabi thinks that alone is a valid reason to kill him. His eyes are glued to your chest, practically eye fucking you without even trying to hide it.
You donât seem too bothered, probably too idiotically innocent to realize your hero friend might not be too much of a hero himself, too wrapped up in your own bleeding knuckles and the praise heâs feeding you to notice the way his gaze burns into you.
Dabi wants to burn him.
He wants to watch him scream and curl in on himself and beg, wants to see that stupid wannabe pro hero facade melt right off his face until thereâs nothing left but the smell of cooked flesh.
Dabi wants to burn you, too, just to teach you a lesson about standing around like that, just to see how youâd look under his flames, writhing and gasping and still looking at him like heâs the only one youâd ever follow, but thatâs something he still debates on doing for reasons he refuses to voice.
He shifts uncomfortably, and before he can think too hard about why the sight of you like that makes him feel like heâs choking, he flicks his hand and sends a sharp burst of blue fire slamming into a dumpster at the end of the street.
You both turn, startled, and Dabi doesnât miss the way the hero beside you immediately stiffens and reaches for you like heâs going to play the protector.
The fire spreads just enough, and Dabi steps back deeper into the alleyâs darkness, letting the smoke draw you in like moths, because he knows youâll follow his flames and he knows that idiot wonât let you go alone.
Sure enough, you rush towards the alley to assess the problem, dragging your little hero friend with you, and the moment you step past the veil of smoke he lets the flames die downâ and then, he steps out.
âWell isnât that cute. A little duo.â Dabi drawls, eyes raking over you first before sliding lazily to the guy at your side, âYou two here to fight me?â
The wannabeâs bravado cracks almost instantly, because everyone knows who Dabi is, everyone knows what heâs done, and the guy wonders just why he followed the blue flames without even thinking who they mightâve belonged to.
A sound escapes your throat thatâs more akin to a hurt animal, and you almost seem irritated by the whole thing (good. Dabi hopes he ruined your little date or whatever that was), âNoââ
Dabi tilts his head, flames flickering in his palm, and the light kisses your exposed skin. He smirks when he sees the other man flinch (and feels weirdly proud when you donât).
âIâll burn you both to ash right here,â he begins, and watches as you roll your eyes because you already know what he wants, âso unless you want to watch her scream while her pretty skin melts off, I suggest you run.â
Itâs not even a real threat to you and you both know it, because even as he says it heâs angling his body just slightly so the flames are closer to the other man, but the hero doesnât catch that, too busy swallowing hard and backing up like the coward he is.
âY-youâre D- youâre Dabiâ,â the guy chokes, already stepping away.
Dabi wants to kill him just for being this pathetic, truly, itâs embarrassing to be here on his behalf, âYou- you- youâ better fucking leave now or Iâll burn your limbs one after the other.â
As much as Dabi truly wants to kill that guy, he doesnât need some fucking department tailing after him for that, much less the attention heâd bring now if heâd do so. He doubts the degenerate would be quiet while he made it hurt.
It doesnât take much more than that for the wannabe to bolt.
His gaze slides back to you, and he clicks his tongue in a disapproving manner.
âGot real friendly with that hero back there,â he speaks as he wanders to you, fingers hooking into the torn edge of your costume, tugging it and itâs enough to remind you how exposed you are, how easy it would be for him to ruin you further, âlettinâ him stare at you like that.â
It isnât a question, and he doesnât wait for an answer anyway, because Dabiâs never needed permission from you beforeâ heâs never been gentle or soft or anything like that, and seeing how heâs not scared you off yet, he can only assume you must be just as a sick as he is.
His thumb drags over your collarbone where it lays exposed, smearing a streak of soot across your skin, causing you to cringe at the mess thatâs covering your body.
âCanât have you forgettinâ who you crawl back to,â he murmurs, and before you can roll your eyes or snap something smart back at him, heâs stuffing his dirty fingers into your mouth, twirling your tongue between his thumb and pointer, watching as you shriek in surprise. He snorts, âDirty girl. Forgot whose cumdump you are?â
The sounds of your gagging is enough for him to pull his fingers out and replace them with his mouth, teeth clashing as his tongue darts out to poison you with his intoxicating presence. His fingers grope harshly all over your body as you mewl and hold into him, enjoying this far more than you should.
He pulls back only when heâs satisfied, eyes hooded and filled with pride.
âPathetic,â he mutters, though itâs unclear whether heâs talking about you, the degenerate hero, or himself.
And then, he finally does shrug off his coat, but instead of immediately handing it to you, he drapes it over your shoulders slowly.
Itâs obvious when you regain yourself, shock melting away as you flash a toothy grin, âWhat was that all about?â
Itâs only then Dabi finds himself in a situation where he canât possibly think.
What was it about?
âYou jealous, Dabi?â
Jealous?
Jealous?
Of fucking course heâs not jealous.
Heâs got no reason to be, not when that idiot punk couldnât even lay a hand on you, not when Dabiâs done that a hundred times before and plans to do it a hundred times more, not when he knows exactly how you sound and how you look when youâre under him instead of standing there smirking like this.
âI donât get jealous, doll.â
Itâs simpleâ heâs fucked you, kissed you, spent days rotting in your apartment and eating your foodâ youâve let him cum in youâ him.
Youâre his. Just like that.
While heâs already marked you up more than once, while youâve already got his bite marks fading into yellow and purple beneath your hero costume, while youâve already carried his seed and fragments and god fucking knows what else inside you without complaint, itâs safe to say that you belong to him and he doesnât want someone elseâs spunk anywhere near you.
Youâre his to ruin.
His to hurt and his to poke at whenever he feels like it.
âThen whyâd you scare him off? He was supposed to help me to the agency.â
Dabi scoffs. You donât need any fucking help. And if you do, then you certainly can take care of your own ass. Heâs seen you in worse positions and youâve crawled out of them just fine.
âHe assisted me on my mission.â
No the fuck he didnât. If he had done that, you wouldnât look like someone let their wolves loose on you.
âHe did a really good job back thereââ
Again, no he fucking didnât. And why are you praising him so much? What are you doing?
Are you trying to rile him up on purpose?
âYouâre right. We could be a good duo.â
And something in Dabi snaps so fast it makes his vision blur at the edges, because he knows youâre playing with him, knows youâre poking at the ugliest parts of him just to see how heâll react, and he hates that it works.
What could he do, though? Youâre a manipulative little shit and somehow always two steps ahead, and for a split second he genuinely thinks youâve put some kind of curse on him, wiggled your fingers and shwoopsâ! suddenly heâs moving before he can stop himself.
His fingers dig into the soft skin of your arms, his stance almost trembling with wide eyes that makes him look like a feral animal. His mouth is twitching, the sharp of his teeth revealing under all the fury.
âYouâre mine,â he spits, and itâs enough to make you take him seriously, âonly mine, got it? Get that through your thick fucking skull.â
He remembers that day perfectly. It plays in his head over and over again, when heâs sleeping, eating, or doing fuck knows what, looping over and over against his will.
He remembers just how humiliated andâ dare he sayâ vulnerable he felt when youâd spoken, much less frustrated than heâd expected you to be, much less angry than heâd prepared himself for after basically snarling ownership at you.
You laughed at him. And he really wanted to set you on fire right then and there, wanted to watch the alley light up just to drown out the sound, all the while knowing he would rather burn himself a hundred times over than never hear you laugh like that again.
Youâd been amused, head tilted slightlyâ the stance that always makes him just a tiny bit weak for you, and you told him that yes, heâs right, and if thatâs how he sees it then fineâ youâre his.
You werenât mocking him, (though, he wished you were. It would make being mad at you easier), and you werenât acting like a clingy, lovesick idiot either, (fuck, if you were, heâs pretty sure it wouldâve made him recoil right away). You seemed entertained, almost like he was a kid and you were indulging into his childish fantasies.
âIf Iâm yours,â youâd spoke, calm in his hold, âthen act like it properly, Dabi.â
You looked too much in control, and it pissed Dabi off to no end.
He remembers the way his throat went dry, how for a split second he genuinely didnât know what to do with himself.
Heâd left after that, because thatâs all Dabi knows how to do.
Heâs no longer Dabi. Heâs Touya now and everyone knows it.
It doesnât feel good, this tightness under his ribs, this awareness that youâve seen the worst of him broadcasted to the entire country, and Touyaâ Dabi either avoids or destroys the things that nearly bother him.
Heâs thought about the latter a few times. Heâs thought about killing youâ because all you are is just a measly hookup he prioritized a bit too much, especially on the days he was assigned to a mission, and once, Compress even ended up having to fight some thugs himself while Dabi fucked the shit out of you in your apartment, not even bothering to answer his comm, and he doesnât regret it, even if Shigaraki swears heâll dust his ass one day for it.
Heâs tried it, too. The killing.
While you slept beneath him, warm and pliant and trusting (and shit, it made something sour twist in his gut), heâd let his mind wander to darker places, imagining what it would be like to press you down harder, to let his weight crush the air from your lungs, to listen to your choking breaths and broken little cries as you realized too late who youâd let into your bed.
A dead man.
But every time the fantasy shifted wrong.
All he could find pleasure in was imagining you suffocating in him. Just him. Not his weight or hands or whatever would actually bring you pain, just you clinging and gasping because you couldnât get enough of him, because he was too much and you still wanted more.
It ruined the whole thing.
He blamed his dislike for the idea of your death because it just seemed too pathetic. That suffocating to death was not nearly as painful and exciting as he had died.
You, and heâll admit as much, deserve enough respect to die in a battle, not naked and tangled in sheets with him hovering over you like some common creep.
Thatâs just about how he finds himself standing outside of your apartment, hands nestled into his pockets with not a care in the world.
The lock to your door gives in easily, as itâs always done, and Dabi wonders if itâs because all the times heâs snuck into your privacy. Itâs ridiculous, all the damn pay you get and you still choose to live in an apartment with lousy neighbors.
The scent that lingers in your apartmentâ your scentâ fills his sense immediately, and the nervousity subdues almost instantly.
Itâs lateâ and just like the thousand other times Dabiâs found you, he finds you in the kitchen, leaned over the counter, scrolling mindlessly on your phone.
And just like always, thereâs a half full glass of wine, hinting that youâve been drinking once again.
The scenery looks like one from a movie as you look over your shoulder, spotting him closing your door abruptly.
âMiss me?â He drawls, stalking towards you. You turn around fully, hands supporting your weight by the counters as you face him.
His hair is white now.
âDabi,â you say, even though you know thatâs not his name.
His eye twitches.
âItâs Touya.â He corrects you, pathetically eager to hear his name in your tongue, âYou call me Touya.â
He crowds your space, heat radiating and making you lean into him almost immediately.
He finds it fascinating, that with each timeâ no matter what he doesâ youâll always lean into his warmth. His fingers hook into your waistband as he urges you to say his name.
It comes off easy on your tongue, though you still tense slightly and he feels it, âTouya.â
You try, really, to soften in his grasp, to stay relaxed and purr into him like the cat he wants you to be. You want to, but itâs hard and you barely even know why. He feels like a whole new person.
âHm?â He hums, tilting his head down at you, tone almost mocking, ânervous now that you know my name?â
He can tell youâre trying to be a comforting presence but youâre failing miserably, and he soothes his thumb along your hip as he snorts, âOr are you trying to see if Iâll go easy on you?â
âMaybe.â You mutter, your hands trailing to cradle his white hair.
But he laughs cruelly, leaning down until his mouth is just shy of your ear, âToo bad, sweetheart.â His tongue travels up the shell of your ear, and you shiver at the ticklish feeling, âI was never planning to.â
Your hands end up around his neck, his hungry mouth assaulting your neck.
And despite his burns, and the fact that he canât feel anything on them, you leave a trail of kisses along his neck.
âYou watch the broadcast?â He asks, and you nod, âWhole thing. Do you.. want to talk about it?â
Gosh.
He does.
He really does.
But heâs not here to tell you about his sob story, heâs not here to hear you validating him and lovingly cradling his head as you always do, heâs not here to feel the comforting sound of your voice.
Heâs here to take you, to ruin you to his liking.
He wants to hurt you. So badly. He wants to squeeze you until you moan in pain and beg him to stop, wants to fuck you until youâre crying and speaking of him like heâs the only person to have ever existed.
âNo.â He scoffs, thumb dragging under the hem of your shirt, âcanât believe youâre still letting me fuck you after that.â
âWell, youâre lucky Iâve got a high libido, then.â
Itâs meant to be a joke, but Dabiâ Touya growls nonetheless, roughly lifting you to set you on the counter. He pulls your pajama pants down in a swift motion, your panties following, his body slotting between your thighs as his fingers harshly assault your clit. You shiver, moaning his name.
He freezes, blue eyes locking into yours.
âSay it again,â he murmurs, finger dragging down in between your folds and circling your hole, âCâmon. Use it.â
You oblige, âTouya.â
A shudder runs through his body at the mention of his name, and thereâs an obvious sign that he wonât be able to wait anymore as he pulls away, tugging his pants low enough until his cock springs out, muttering under his breath just what a good girl you are.
Itâs your turn to freeze, and you gasp as you realize whatâs wrong.
Youâre not prepped enough to take him like this, and while youâve had tons of times where Touyaâ no, Dabi fucked you like a cockdesprate slut, or mainly just for his pleasure, heâs never done anything without properly prepping you. After youâd voiced your displeasure about his pierced cock hurting too much without enough arousal to lessen the friction, heâs always made sure to make you cum once or twice before taking you. Not that it takes long with his skilled fingers and tongueâ and even the thigh you ride from time to timeâ hell, as far as you can tell, he even enjoys having you writhing beneath him like that.
âWait, wait Dabi!â
âHush. Youâll take it, wonât you?â
Pre-cum is leaking from his tip and you can tell heâs been horny for a long time, unlike you, who hadnât even expected his visit. Heâd been off and gone for a few weeks, and you truly, truly didnât expect him to visit you a few hours after heâd revealed his identity to the entire world, and amongst all of that, almost massacred his own family.
He spreads his cum over his dick, pumping it a few times to reach a thin sheet of gloss all over his length, and eventually (much to your relief) he even spreads you one more time, wetness coating your folds and your hole as he assesses whether youâre wet enough or not.
Itâs truly not all up to his liking, and if it werenât for the animalistic urge to fuck you almost immediately, heâd spend a few more rounds getting you all wet and bothered.
You whine and thereâs not much of a warning when he spreads your legs, sinking his cock into you without much resistance. His piercings graze your wallsâ a mix of pain and pleasure ringing through your body, but all of it gets overtaken when Touya leans down to lovingly kiss your cheek.
It confuses you. So much.
You donât know what this man wants. You donât know what he earns and what his motives are nowâ why he seems to be in such a rush to fuck you desperately and lovingly through the whole night.
Nevertheless, youâre grateful for the kind gesture, even if the un-kinder gesture is almost ripping you open.
âI told you to call me Touya,â he mumbles, having at least the decency of letting you adjust to his size and girth. You moan, hands gripping into his biceps for some kind of anchor, sighing, âAh, TouyaâŚâ
It makes him calmer, you notice, the sound of your sweet voice calling out his name, his birth name, the one he resented and dropped when he realized heâd been forged into a monster.
Itâs still beyond him, that you, sweet girl, are willing to get fucked by someone like him, a man made of patchwork skin and burnt bits.
He works diligently into you, his dick raw against your walls, metal sitting uncomfortably inside of you with the lack of foreplay. He hisses when he bottoms out, and you trap him between your thighs, clenching them as hard as you can around him. It hurts.
But you try so hard to be good for him. You want to. You want to hear his praise and make him feel good as he buries himself inside of you. You want to be the shelter he seeks, even if youâre not the shelter heâll keepâ because Touyaâ (or Dabi, as youâve known him) doesnât settle.
Amongst the pleasure and pain and the ache in your heart from his soft kisses along your neck, you feel an unfamiliar dread brewing in your abdomen.
Having had this much fun with Dabi over the past few months, youâve forgotten what a bad gut feeling felt like.
Thatâs why, even as he pounds into you and the pain fades until youâre moaning for him to give you more, more, more! youâre trying hard to keep the nauseating feeling from rising any further.
itâs horrible, the way it sets in your body and waits to come out in overflowing words, building up and up until youâre spewing disgusting shit thatâll guarantee Dabi leaving you right here and now.
Please, donât leave me.
Stay. Please, Touya.
Instead, you spread yourself even more, giving him more access because you can tell the way youâre clenching your thighs is slowing his movements and heâs already aggravated as it is.
His brows are furrowed and youâre tempted to soothe the folds out with your thumb, just to remind him that youâre here, that youâre not leaving.
In the end, you settle against it, because heâs mouthing harshly at you now, his fingers digging into your hips and thighs until youâre sure youâll bruise by the end of this. Heâs fucking you with such furiousity that you know heâs fucking you not for your pleasure but for something far deeper.
Itâs not even about his pleasure, either. Youâre sure, because in that case, heâd bend you over and lube you up with his cum or yours until youâre overstimulated, and only then would he give you his dick.
He loves making messes. Loves when both of you are thrashed and disgusting with cum.
âMy girl. Youâre my girl, fuckâ right? Tell me, baby. Câmon use your mouthâ shit!â
You donât know what it is he wants you to sate, you have no clue, because Dabiâs not one for possessiveness over his sluts, and nor did he ever need any kind of affirmation of love during sex, but you canât exactly debate whether to obey him or not when heâs growling and dragging his finger down your slit, rimming dangerously around the hole heâs stretching so good.
The threat is clear, and youâre very sure you wouldnât be able to take a fucking finger while heâs got you dumb on his cock already, you panic instantly, whimpering out his name.
âYours, Touya! Iâm yours!â
âPromise me. Go ahead and promise meâ youâre my cocksleeve, my cumdump, no one gets to touch this cunt âxcept for me!â
The pleasures building up within you, and itâs turning you into the usual cockdrunk bitch as always, the words not quite slipping past your lips. The most you can do is form coherent thoughts when his dick throbs intensively, his tip nudging the same spongy spot over and over again, and his piercings applying pressures all over you.
But he makes sure to remind you with the threatening finger near your hole, slipping the first few bits and it has you crying out, thrashing with your hands as you hit him weakly.
âTouya! Touyaâ ahh, I promise Touya! I promise!! âm yours! All yours!â
Even as the finger leaves your abused hole, and even as he keeps pounding you with his painfully hard cock, you find yourself still sobbing like a mess, tapping more than hitting his biceps as you try to squirm away from his assaulting dick.
When he realizes his strokes arenât quite as deep as they used to go, he becomes aware of the way youâre attempting to get him off, being petty as you are, and he lets out a sound akin to a growl as he uses an ounce of strength by grasping your thighs and pulling your pelvisâ together until heâs flush against you and your jaw drops at the feeling.
To reassure you wonât pull this bullshit again (and to make this all a bit more pleasurable), he places one large hand on your ass, the other under your thigh as he picks you up.
He drags you all the way to your room, and you canât help but clench around him with the way his cock sits still inside of you, throbbing, and he winces before grinding you against him.
Itâs a pleasure youâve never felt before. A ticklish kind of feeling, small bits of joy tingling all over you as the familiar warm bubble builds up in your abdomen.
Heâs gentle as he sets you on the soft sheets, but rough when he lifts your thighs until youâre folded in half and heâs roughing you up. His heavy balls smack against your rear, a loud slapping noise joining the ongoing squelching and moaning.
His pace increased, and soon heâs panting with the way heâs fucking into you. Youâre bucking your hips up desperately, trying to meet him halfway even if you do it every two strokes because you simply donât have that much fight in you.
He fucks like a man starved, and itâs not long until the throbbing and the heat of his dick intensifies and youâre screaming his name. âFuck baby, can feel ya cumming, sweet girl. G-go ahead- make a mess-!â
And as if to make matters worse (better), he presses his large, warm hand down on your abdomen, where he can feel his own cock impaling you by the second, and you scream.
The pressure from getting pounded and your abdomen clutched tight is too much, and you cum with a harsh shudder of your body, Touya following a second after.
He doesnât slow, though, he always makes sure to stuff you full of his cum and man sure itâs deep and engraved within you, even as his flaccid cock barely has any fight left.
He pulls out when you start twitching a bit too much, trying to regain his own breath while prodding at your pussy.
He loves the sight. Loves it so much, he goes all the way down on his stomach, soft dick comfortably against the softness of your mattress (and very much soaking your sheets), and he uses his tongue to scoop whateverâs escaped back into your hole.
Itâs nasty, and it makes you whine as you tug on his hair and shove your cunt into his face.
And as always, itâs not long until Touya hardens, not with the way his cum is leaking out of you, the way youâre soft and swollen and fuckâ itâs almost like your pussy is begging for him to fuck you againâ and who is he to deny you? Heâs been grinding his dick against your mattress, speeding up the process of getting all hard again.
He clicks his tongue when he catches your tears, wondering just why it is youâre sobbing.
(And he knows. Fuck, he knows. He knows youâre hurting and holding back, and itâs not because the sex was a tad more painful than usual. Youâre a smart thing, after all.)
âHey,â he calls out, tapping your hip to catch your attention. He does, his own heart clenching when you tilt your head to look at him with those sad, sad eyes.
âRide me, baby. Let me make you forget.â
Forget that this is the last time.
You both know it, but none of you speaks up on it. Instead, he lifts your body until he can sprawl across the bed with you hovering over his dick.
Youâre overstimulated, and you almost beg him to wait, but Touyaâs brain barely catches the fact that you look more panicked than aroused. He sinks into you slowly, a shrill cry escaping your lips. He fully sheathes himself inside you, the room filled with your foul sounds.
Thereâs so much cum.
So much, trailing out of your hole and wetting him, too. So much, that it has its own sound as you shakily raise your hips and attempt to bounce on him.
So much, but not enough.
Touya wants you overflowing with his cum. Heâs not leaving until youâve milked every drop of him and heâs milked every of yours. He wants to ruin you in ways thatâll remain permanent, thatâll carry his scent and soul and everything you can possibly think of.
And so, he makes you bounce on his dick until youâre out of it and heâs forced to pound his shit up to you, all while guiding your hips to take his length.
He fills you like this, too, and after lightly tapping your cheek and waking you up from your haze (âNot done with ya, princess. Wake up.â), he takes you in countless other positions.
You donât truly know how long heâs been at this, but by the striking pain in your cunt and the non-stopping shudder of your body, you can only assume itâs been hours.
Hours of him fucking you, filling you, you passing out every two to three orgasms, and him waking you to repeat the cycle.
And each time, he tells you that you can take more. That you will take more.
(Though, your bodyâs numb and so is your mind.)
By the time heâs done with you, his dick has long passed any limits within your cave. Heâs panting, and so are you, your recent orgasm having felt more like a force of pleasure you tried to hold down. When you look into Touyaâs eyes, you see heâs already looking at you with an unusual grin.
No, not a grin.
Itâs a smile. Heâs smiling at you, even if it looks strained and inhumane with the way the corners of his mouth split just slightly, and if it werenât for your body being literally shut down, you wouldâve soothed your fingers down his lips.
His smile turns into a toothy grin when he thrusts his flaccid cock into you, more of a nudge than anything you could consider pleasurable, and you cry out. âT-Touya-.. no- no more..â
âRelax, crybaby. Look.â
You follow the line of his gaze, landing straight to where the two of you remain connected.
Thereâs so much slick and cum all over the two of you, you could consider bathing in it.
But thatâs not what he wants you to look at when he slightly pulls out only to bury himself inside again and suddenlyâ
Fuck.
Your eyes widen as you sputterâ a clear outline of his dick right in your abdomen. And you wish you could control your bodyâ but it acts upon its own when your cunt clenches down on him at the sight and you whine loudly.
Youâre not quite sure, but you think you came alone from this.
He laughs, rubbing and grinding his pelvis for a bit of friction.
âYou cum from this, doll?â
Dignity is something youâve lost along the way. You nod, using your last bits of strength to wrap your arms around his neck.
He leans down to you, chest to chest, settling on top of you and weighing you down.
You sigh, the feeling comforting after hours of rough fucking and claiming. He lazily grinds into you, and you think, if thatâs how he wants to put an end to this, then youâre not against it.
The slightest spread of your legs gives him more access, and he takes it as he breaths heavily against your neck, kissing and biting with pants that get heavier on each thrust.
Itâs your lips he goes for when he empties himself inside of you, rubbing out his orgasm before finally, finally going limp.
You donât question the drops of liquid that slide down his face and into the hollow of your neck, and nor do you particularly care about the dark red stain they leave behind.
Instead, you linger on the last words you heard before the world went black beneath you.
âWatch me when Iâm out there, doll. Let me show you just who you let into your life.â
You wanted to, gosh, you wanted to correct him. The words scraped the back of your throat. Maybe somewhere in the haze of your dreams, you whispered them, a soft, trembling sound he couldnât catch. Maybe he didnât hear them at all. Or maybe he did, and it didnât matter.
You wish you couldâve corrected him, that he not only carved himself into your life, but into your heart, too.
And the same heart he destroys when you wake alone, the only thing left from him are the cum stains all over your body.
a/n: this was supposed to be like 3k words. I got lost somewhere along the way.
