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[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot, clit spanking, pussy fingering, masturbation, semi-public, s*x toy, voyeurism, amateur po*n video, edging, orgasm denial, female orgasm

Synopsis: a boring meeting that Tomura forced Dabi to attend takes an unexpected 180-degree turn the moment the flame villain opens a video you sent him

A/N: this fic was written in celebration of Dabi’s upcoming birthday. An early happy birthday to my sweet, hottest villain! If you enjoy my writing, please consider leaving a tip ♥ The art used on the banner was made by YotsumiShiro

MY HERO ACADEMIA - 3

The late-afternoon sun slanted through the half-shut blinds of the Paranormal Liberation Front safe-house, stripping the long conference table in alternating bars of gold and black.

Dabi sat near the head of the table, slouched deep in his chair like he might melt straight through it. One hand was buried in the pocket of his hoodie, knuckles tense despite the casual posture, while the other cradled his phone just beneath the table’s edge. 

Around him, the meeting unraveled into its usual brand of noise: Tomura snapping at Re-Destro with all the subtlety of a lit fuse, Skeptic droning on about dark-web funding routes no one but him truly cared about, Twice loudly announcing, twice, that he was bored out of his skull.

Dabi heard it all without listening to any of it. His attention was fixed on the screen glowing softly in his palm, thumb hovering just above the play button of the video you had sent him exactly four minutes ago. He hadn’t pressed play yet; not because he wasn’t aching to, but because this was different. This was the first time you’d sent him a video, not a voice note, nor a string of text he could reread until the words burned into his skull. 

Truth was, he hadn’t wanted to come to this meeting at all. He’d made that perfectly clear the day before, voice flat, interest nonexistent, already halfway out the door, until Shigaraki’s tone had sliced through him, sharp and non-negotiable. The meeting was mandatory.

So Dabi had shown up, if only to shut his boss up. Anyone with half a brain could tell, though, that only his body had bothered taking a seat at the table. The rest of him was somewhere else entirely.

With you.

He imagined the familiar weight of you tucked against his side, his arm wrapped tight around the curve of your waist like he needed to anchor himself there. His other hand massaged your scalp, threading through your hair, tugging just slightly, not to hurt, but to feel the way you’d lean into it, like you always did.

A corner of his mouth twitched upwards at the thought.

The room erupted into louder arguing, someone shouting his name, but Dabi didn’t look up. He finally tapped the screen. A flick of his thumb opened the message. The thumbnail froze on the first frame - your bedroom ceiling, fan spinning lazy circles, the corner of the mattress visible. He tilted the phone toward his lap before anyone noticed as his pulse hammered against the inside of his throat. 

The meeting had barely started; if he excused himself now, Re-Destro would launch into another motivational monologue the second he returned. 

Thankfully, Dabi was never without his in-ear headphones. He flipped open the small black case with practiced ease, plucked one out, and slid it into his ear, sealing the rest of the room out as neatly as closing a door. Then, Dabi pressed play.

At first, it was only a teasing close-up of your lips, glossy and parted, whispering his name. You pulled back, revealing the camera’s full view: you knelt on your shared bed, wearing nothing but a thin black thong that cut between the plump cheeks of your plushy ass. 

You must have set the camera on the nightstand, Dabi thought to himself.

Your skin looked freshly lotioned, shimmering like silk. You propped yourself up on your elbows, arching your back just enough to push your hips high so your round ass filled the frame. You shook it slowly left, right, left, right; the flesh bouncing with deliberate heft, each ripple timed to the beat of breathy laughter of yours. Your voice slipped through the speaker, “Look what you’re missing, babe.”

Dabi’s pulse hammered. 

Around him, the PLF members were bickering about the same nonsense as always.

Dabi should have muted the clip, but the faint sounds of your ragged breathing, soft giggles, and the smack of your hand against your plump ass bled through the earbud anyway, making him dizzy.

A bead of sweat traced down the side of his neck as you rolled onto your back, legs parting slowly.

Your palms cupped both breasts, thumbs flicking the nipples until they puckered stiff. You squeezed the generous mounds together, letting them spill and bounce, lifting one toward your mouth so your tongue could swipe a slow circle around the perky nipple. The hard bud glistened with saliva, and you sighed in a tempting tone, “Wish your mouth was here.”

Skeptic raised his voice, grilling Dabi about the latest funding discrepancies, and Dabi responded automatically, muttering that he didn’t know and that Toga had probably blown it all on some pointless crap again. The burnt man was way too focused on the video he was watching, and on the screen, your right hand slid into the valley between your tits and travelled down your body.

You traced the waistband of your thong, snapped it against your hip for the playful sting, then tugged it aside, revealing the slick seam of your pussy. The inner lips looked swollen, flushed a deeper pink. You parted them with two fingers, unveiling the shine of fresh arousal coating every fold. A single digit slipped inside, and you bit your lower lip, muffling a moan. Slowly, you fucked your needy hole with your finger, the wet click of penetration audible even when your moans grew louder. Your hips rolled upward to meet each plunge, and you breathed his name again, louder this time. “Dabi!” 

A low, heavy sigh slipped through Dabi’s nose as the man shifted, feigning an adjustment in his chair while subtly angling it under the table. His cock strained the zip of his dark blue pants, throbbing in time with the quickening beat of his heart. Dabi eased the buckle of his belt and slowly opened his fly. His swollen length sprang against his boxers, damp spot blooming where precum soaked through material already. He palmed himself covertly, stifling a low grunt with a quick cough, when you added a second finger inside your glistening hole.

The pink rim stretched around your knuckles, gripping like silk-lined steel. On every inward push you gave a throaty grunt that ended in a moan of his name, making the cadence quicker.

The careful stroke up his shaft drew a bead of precum down the crown, and Dabi smeared it down the underside of his dick with his thumb, foreskin gliding fore and back while his gaze remained fixed on the screen of his phone.

On the screen, you slowly pulled the fingers out of your pussy and dragged them through your folds, giving a teasing circle around your swollen clit, then raised those fingers to your mouth and sucked them clean while your hips rolled upwards in a silent invitation.

Dabi cleared his throat, trying to smother the deep grunt rising from his chest.

Back on video, your swollen pussy lips parted when you spread your legs wider, entrance clenching around nothing, needy little sounds spilling from your throat as you kneaded your breasts, twisting your nipples between your fingers.

The burnt man shifted, thighs pressing together now to ease the sudden ache in his cock. He eased the rhythm of jerking himself, closing his azure eyes briefly to steady his breathing.

Little did Dabi know, Tomura was watching him closely from the other end of the table, scrutinizing the strange twists of Dabi’s expression as if debating whether to snap at him just to drag his attention back to the meeting agenda.

Dabi stared at the screen of his smartphone as your other hand disappeared from the view, only to appear a moment later, holding the ridged glass dildo he’d bought stole you last month: translucent blue, slightly curved to graze your sweet g-spot. 

You slicked it along your slit once, twice, then fed the head inside, your eyes fluttering shut. A breathy moan leaked from your parted lips, louder now, raw around the edges. 

Dabi’s fingers curled tightly around the head of his cock. He imagined every villain at this table hearing how desperate his girl was, how wet she was at the single notion of him, and the thought made his pulse riot.

You pushed the dildo deeper into your pussy, back arching. Slowly, you started raising and lowering your hips while holding the toy still. Your tits bounced a little with every move, nipples hard and lickable. You pinched one hard, twisting until you gasped, then moved your hips faster. The inner pussy lips wrapped tightly around the dildo, gracefully moving up and down the glass shaft. The wet slaps could be heard between your moans. 

Dabi’s dick jerked, precum dampening the inside of his boxers yet again. He forced his expression blank, eyes half-lidded like boredom, while inside his cranium every thought screamed fuck fuck fuck.

You set a ruthless rhythm, hips snapping up to meet the glass invasion. Your free hand shot down, two fingers circling the clit so fast your knuckles blurred. Juices smeared down the creases of your thighs, catching the lamp light like gloss. 

Dabi sneered, picturing himself behind you, your hips in his palms while he rammed your cunt raw.

Across the table Twice exhaled cigarette smoke through his nose; the acrid tang drifted over. 

Dabi barely registered it. He was too busy tracking the flutter of your stomach, the way your ribs expanded with each ragged inhale. Your moans were climbing - sweet, broken syllables punched out every time you jammed the toy to the hilt. “Dabi,” you sang sweetly, voice syrupy with pure lust. 

All of that cute, little sounds you made detonated heat in Dabi’s groin. He squeezed his cock head tightly, and gave the shaft a single stroke. The side of his thumb rubbed the crown of his dick, sending sparks up his spine.

On the screen, your orgasm began building. Thigh muscles quivered, stomach tightening in telltale ripples. You dropped the dildo angle low so the lens captured your hole sucking at the glass, walls clutching, creaming around every ridge. A thick bead of milky juice rolled out of the needy pussy, down the crack of your ass, pooling on the sheet beneath. You were oh so fucking close. 

“Bitch,” Dabi growled quietly under his breath, his fist pumping in short, clandestine jerks, the stitched heel of his palm grinding against the underside of his cock with each upward tug. Pleasure coiled hot and urgent at the base, tightening up his sac.

With his name rolling off your tongue like a mantra, you slammed the dildo deep inside your hole one last time and froze, thighs snapping shut around your hand. A raw cry tore from your throat as you came - pussy convulsing, creamy juices bursting around the glass shaft in messy pulses. Your clit visibly flickered under your fingers as you spanked your clit a few times, spasming all over your body at the sensation. “Mmmmm, yes!”

Dabi felt his balls draw up. He imagined that sweet spray coating his own dick while he drove into your spasming heat, imagined the wet slap of your sweet cum against his thighs. His vision tunneled as he gripped his dick tighter, thumb brushing the sensitive underside again and again.

Strings of arousal clung to the glassy dildo as you lifted it to your mouth, and lapped your own taste, eyes flicking to the lens in wicked promise. After licking the toy clean, you spanked your slit with it, throwing your head back and resting it against his pillow when tremors ran through your body - oh, you were so overstimulated! 

After catching your breath, you set the toy aside and rolled onto your stomach, arching your back so your ass was also into the frame. “Bring that dick home as soon as possible, baby. I’m so fucking needy. I need you to fuck me.”

Then the clip stopped, thumbnail snapping back to the beginning frame.

Dabi didn’t finish; instead, he pulled his hand free, careful not to smear evidence of arousal across his pants, fastened the fl, and improved the leather belt he wore that day. He discreetly wiped fingers along the inside hem of his pocket, letting the cotton drink faint traces of precum. His cock throbbed, stiff and unsatisfied, pressed against the fly in a way that would be obvious if he stood now. Good thing he didn’t need to speak during that shitty, useless meeting.

Calm as he could manage, Dabi put his phone at the table counter, and folded both arms over his chest. Cool sweat prickled along his hairline. He tasted iron - he’d chewed the inside of his cheek raw. 

Across the table, Tomura flicked ash from his cigarette into the tray and let a smirk curl across his face, his red irises locking onto his lieutenant. “You’re flushed, Dabi,” he murmured over the hum of the presentation. “Fever, or just another sleepless night?”

Dabi rolled the tip of his tongue across the small wound inside his cheek, savoring the sting. “Something like that,” he answered briefly. He let the imagination simmer behind his turquoise eyes: the way your juices soaked sheets, the tight clench of your pussy around the glassy toy, the breathy moans of his name. 

The meeting would drag another hour, maybe two. He’d sit through every second, hard and aching, carrying your naughty image under a bland villain mask.

He would storm straight to the restroom when the session finally ended, fist himself furiously, and come so hard that his quirk activated. For now, the throb in his confined cock was an exquisite punishment - a proof that his girlfriend’s pleasure, broadcast in pixels, could reduce him to nothing more than a man dizzy with raw sexual tension.

And you knew it, Dabi felt that certainty in his marrow. Somewhere across the city you were sprawled in the afterglow, smirking at the thought of him trapped in this fucking room, dick leaking, powerless to do anything ache with lust.

@pixelcafe-network

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‧₊˚✧ bodyguard! enjin ✧˚₊‧

༺· mdni — this ended up way longer then i intended — ⚠︎ for choking, power imbalance if you close ur eyes, bratty!reader — i kinda of rushed the ending bc im working on something else about bodyguard!enjin lol...

bodyguard!enjin who your dad hires because you are in every sense of the word, a hopeless trainwreck. even though you're well past your teenage years, he finds the need to micromanage every. single. thing. that you do! from “sneaking out” to papparazi scandals — theres truly no end to the madness that needs a leash.

bodyguard!enjin who for all his tattoos and piercings and stupid fucking undercut, is somehow a paritalty decent person and takes his job at least somewhat seriously. The rules are clear, keep you out of immediate danger, clean up the mess, and return to the gated community you seem to endlessly terrorize on a casual Thursday night.

bodyguard!enjin who is met absolutely head on with resistance from you from the absolute getgo; theres no way some random guy is going to be on your ass every time you leave the house. but need not your father worry! enjin always earns his clients good favor one way or another, and if fucking the daughter of the guy who signs his checks is the answer…

then who is he to deny the universe what its had planned?

bodyguard!enjin who slowly (and obviously. painfully. obviously.) worms his way into every facet of your life. you can hardly get through a round of drinks with your friends before your phone is incessantly buzzing in your purse — and god forbid when you put it your ear. “hey babe, probably shoulda told me you were going out. now i kind of look dumb standing in your empty bedroom with takeout. now, i have to come get you.”

and its a constant! he always manages to find you — no matter where you get in the city, trust that enjin will track you down. and youve searched high and low for a tracker, ditched your phone in bushes, and even tried to fake him out with a stunt double, but its no use.

bodyguard!enjin is locked onto you. every time you think you’ve managed to wriggle free from his grasp; he's waiting in your shadow.

bodyguard!enjin who flirts with you nonstop, and you’re staring to have a hard time decerning which ones are real and which ones are fake. touches have started lingering, and you weren't sure how long enjin intended on playing with you before pouncing.

but every dog has its day, and when you manage to get nearly two cities over on enjins watch — that day has finally come. he had apprehended you at a party, some loser with a penthouse who had his hands all over you. the tight set of enjins jaw had you freeing yourself in seconds, you knew he was mad but, it can't be that bad.

surely, he let the mood settle once you were both back in the car.

wrong.

and thinking that it’d be any different when you got home was wishful thinking, youd be silly to think he'd cool off in the short drive.

it doesn't necessarily explain how you've ended up on your back, enjin pinning you to the couch while he fucks into you without mercy.

“yeah, i don't think you're little friend from the party can do what i’m doin’.”

“oh—hnghhh—fuck you, you're such a narcissti—”

enjins hand wraps around your throat, pushing you deep into the couch cushions, a bead sweat dripping down his forehead, sliding down his nose and onto to your face. “not so tough now, huh?” he pants out.

your hands flail before gripping his offending arm — the struggle only lasting breifly as enjin uses his free hand to drag your hips to meet his, efforts immediately doubling. the lack of oxygen is so annoyingly delicious, toes curling as your feet scramble against his tattooed back.

“holy fuck—enjin-ngh” you choke out, walls clenching around him. your orgasm comes without warning, a high rushing to your head as enjin finds it in him to grant you the gift of breath again.

“’course your into being choked, bratty girls like you are usually beggin’ for a guy to dominate the fuck out of them, and—” enjin murmurs, voice low as he unhooks your leg from his waist, maneuvering it close to resting on his shoulder that he can get. “lucky for you, im usually one of the guys their beggin’”

the change in angle has you seeing bursts of white when your eyelids flutter closed, back arching off the couch. “thats it pretty girl, let me get another.” he groans, hips never stopping their rhythm. “you’ll give whatever i want, who ‘m kiddin, you and this tight pussy are all mine— fuck what's your dad gonna say whe he finds out? Gonna be so disappointed in you, god—you're creaming all over me” his dirty talk is endless, your body reacting to every sick word by squeezing tight around his cock, practically begging him to stay deep inside of you.

any chance at a coherent thought fades away when enjins hand finds where the two of you connected, fingers breifly tracing where you're keeping him trapped. he can almost feel the strain of your muscles, he had to bite his lip to stifle a moan.

those same fingers trail upwards, rolling your clit between them as enjin easily builds you towards another orgasm — dragging his hips back until only the head of his cock threaten to slip out of you. “please—enjin—fuck—”

enjin hushes you, fingers moving in tandem with his thrusts, although he's still barely moving. without warning, he slams forward, head squishing against your cervix, thick cock abusing the pathways he’s carved out for himself.

your walls flutter around him as another orgasm crashes through you, constricting around him as he picks up the pace, slamming his hips into yours; now chasing his own pleasure just as much as his own. each snap of his hips has you preening under his grip, turning delerious with pleasure.

so what if he's fucking his client? sex is sweeter when you have to work for it anyways.

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゛pussydrunk! enjin ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

𑣲 mdni - enjinnnnnnn i #needthat — overstim if u squint

i feel like enjin gets pussydrunk so fast, it's could be considered borderline embarrassing¿

you do not have to coax, convince, or even ask him to go down on you, he's practically already pushing you down on the bed and rolling your panties down your thighs the moment sex is on the table

his tongue finds you with practiced ease, licking a long stripe up your core and fuck if he doesn't just moan into you almost immediately.

enjins the type to not stop until your fingers are twisting in his hair, trying to pry him off of you. “jus’ a little more.” his eyes travel up your body, the valley of your chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. you open your mouth to reprimand him but the words die in your throat when his nose brushes back up against your clit, getting comfortable like he has all the time in the world.

“taste so good baby.” his voice vibrates against you, not shy when his hips rock against the bed for his own delirious friction. minutes bleed together as enjin licks orgasm after orgasm from your body; barely stopping to give you a break.

i know he gets sloppy with it, can't convince me he isnt a messy eater like at all. enjin isnt satisfied until your dripping; until the sound of him lapping you up is almost as loud as your moans — this also might be the only time he shuts the fuck up.

by the time hes coming up for air, the sheets beneath you are damp with your juices, his lips and chin glistening under the low light of the shared space. you almost cant even register him sitting up or pushing his boxers down; immediately keening when he drags the head of his cock between your soaked folds.

your broken whimpers, slowly lulling into helpless begging as he teases your sensitive pussy further.

hes the type to endlessly babble too: “this all for me?” “pussys beggin’ for something inside her” “been teasin’ you for sooo long, probably gonna cum as soon as i put it in, huh?”

and then when he finally finally finally pushes inside the sweet, tight heat that he calls home, you, youre already on the verge of cumming again. back bowing off the bed as enjin rocks forward and burries himself deeper inside of you, pushing your knees up to your chest.

enjin loves folding you into a mating press, theres some sick satisfaction in keeping you pinned under him while he carves your insides into his shape over and over again. like nobody is reaching the depths thats he's reaching, eyes casting downwards to peer at the bulge in your tummy.

you whine, hands digging into the sheets. “s’deep, enjin–fuck-!”

the pace he sets isnt all less mind-numbing then his head, making sure the tip of his dick kisses your cervix with every thrust. “you're fiiiiiiine, takin’ it like a dream, babe” he bites back his own moan at just how perfect you take him.

the sight of your pretty pussy already coating him in creamy rings has his balls tightening, it's a miracle he doesn't just give into temptation and let you milk him dry—

each snap of his hips elicts a moan from both of you, enjin doubling down on his efforts as his hand winds down between your bodies to rub circles against your clit, squeezing tight around him as another orgasm tears through your body.

“squeezin’ me like ya missed me, don't worry baby, i got allllllll night.”

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⤷ ゛tamsy and your throat ˎˊ˗

.ᐟ mdni — mentions of face fucking and similar themes

kinda don't love this but its kay im just suffering from this dude in my head but we will prevail

its genuinely not your fault you look so...breakable. some people are just born that way. its also not your fault that you were easily baited by tamsy!

he just makes everything seem so sincere, why would you think anything nefarious was bubbling under the surface? a guy with a little glint in his eye is bad news, always; but clearly you were too naive to see the signs.

it started with soft praises, cooing even. "youre exceptionally talented for a new recruit, are you sure you haven't been trained professionally?" hes so good at breaking down your walls, chipping away until the slightest breeze will allow him inside to capture you

maybe thats how you ended up in this position, knees digging into the floor with a hand firm on the back of your head, and the other pressing the head of his cock to your lips.

he bullies it into the heat of your mouth, already dazed from the previous kisses, you dont have the capacity to even resist him.

"fuck– that's it." he hums approvingly, letting himself slip deeper into your mouth, only stopping breifly when he hits the soft wall at the back of your throat.

you gag, if only for a moment, hands coming up to grasp at his thighs, fighting to breathe.

but tamsy is there, and he won't let you go, using his now free hand to smooth over the top of your head. "shhh, just breathe. takin' me so good already" he commends, you really are doing so well.

when you're breathing evens out, not a moment later, his hips are pressing forward until your nose is brushing against the white-blonde hair of his pubes, cock sliding down your throat.

and hes not stopping until he's comfortable all the way inside, hand coming down to rest on your throat so he can feel himself there. slowly he works up a rhythm, dragging your head almost all the way off of him before slamming you forward again — reveling in the way you whimper around him and your hands claw at his thighs

"thats it, that it. so perfect." he hums, smile visible even through the tears collecting on your lash line. "you're so perfect."

even thrust is long, torturous even. tamsy going on and on until his motions become sloppy and frantic, fingers intertwined tightly with strands on your hair. he shoves himself deeper and deeper, gasping as your nails dig into his skin as you feel the breath punching from your lungs.

it does little to stop the heat from collecting inside of you, wanting so badly to drop your hand from his thigh and relieve the ache. not that he cares about that, thats a problem youll have to deal with later.

he doesn't stop until hes painting the inside if your throat white, holding your head tightly as he fucks your face until there's nothing left for him to give you.

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