Dabi And Toga Arguing.

TAGS/WARNINGS: this fic will contain DARK CONTENT. MINORS DNI. AGELESS BLOGS DNI. reader and touya are childhood friends, kidnapping, reader does not consent to what touya’s doing, possessive/obsessive behavior, one-sided pain kink, no sex, no aftercare, hurt/no comfort,  this takes place after dabi broadcasts that he’s a todoroki, touya burns reader in multiple places, touya burns your clothes off, this is seriously fucked up content, this is not intended to be sexy or hot or anything like that, it’s literally just fully DARK CONTENT GENRE: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT SUMMARY: touya intends to make you his—permanently. WORD COUNT: 1.4K 🦊’s A/N: whoa….. god help us all. this is my first seriously dark fic here and there will be plenty more to cum 💦

     “now—don’t be like that, doll,” dabi scolds you as he finishes tying off the rope at your ankles. currently, you were laying face down against the mattress, limbs pulled apart spread eagle style, blindfolded and terrified.

     when you were on your way home earlier tonight, you weren’t exactly expecting to be kidnapped in broad daylight. maybe it was your fault for taking that shortcut through that shadyass alley…. goddammit. now, you had no one to blame but your own dumb ass.

     what you weren’t aware of, however, was the fact that touya had been stalking you for weeks now—waiting for the perfect time to snatch you up. you see, he’d always had a bit of a crush on you since you were always there for him when you were children, someone whom he actively sought solace in. so, now that you were both adults and his feelings had time to simmer and intensify, he found himself thinking about you obsessively—he thought of you as something he just had to have; something akin to a doll he had to mark as his. and that’s exactly what he’d do.

     “please…. let me go!” you cry, tears dampening the cloth obstructing your vision. “i— i have — have to get home! i have people waiting for me!” you lie, wiggling around on the bed.

     he had taken you to some abandoned home—the family already dead and gone weeks ago, as touya had been planning this exact scenario for months now. and he finally has you exactly where he’s dreamt you’d be: struggling beneath him as he marks you as his permanently. 

     “that’s a lie and we both know that, sweets,” he spits out. “‘ve been watchin’ you for a while now, y’know…” suddenly his lips are right next to your ear, hot breath fanning over the shell of it as a chill runs down your spine. 

     “but, i’ll tell ya what: if y’can guess who i am, i’ll let you go free. sound good?” he proposes, meaning his words—he knows you’ll come crawling back to him once he’s through with you. you wouldn’t have any other choice, really!

     that being said, he activates his quirk on his hand and sets flame to the button down shirt you wore, and as a result, your bra as well, making you cry out painfully as the overwhelming heat consumes your upper body for a few long moments. …and then just like that, it’s gone and you’re left in just the stupid skirt you’d decided to wear today and your panties.

     now, with his quirk active on just his index finger, he brings it down to your naked lower back where he begins to spell out his name—his real name. 

     he did it tortuously slowly, though. taking his sweet time to make sure you could feel the stroke of each letter so that there would be no mistaking who he was.

     T…

     it’s all you can do to scream and bite down on the pillow by your head. the heat was beyond blistering, and you think you might pass out as he agonizingly traces the letters of his name.

     O…

     “jesus christ, owow–OW—OW–! fuck!” you scream-sob, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks from the searing pain as he mockingly praises you for being so brave. 

     U…

     suddenly, the realization of who he might be clicks amidst the pain, and it’s all you can do to cry; “t–touya!? b–but why?” 

     he doesn’t stop writing as he grins so widely, he pops a couple staples—the ones closest to his mouth—and continues spelling out his name before deciding to answer you.

     Y… A…

     perfect….. his handwriting wasn’t exactly the best, but it was undoubtedly his. just like you were.

     the last you’d seen him was on the news when he dropped the metaphorical bomb that was him being the eldest todoroki sibling. and before that? the night he supposedly “died.” so, not only was finding out he’s been alive this whole time a slap in the face, but now he has the audacity to kidnap and brand you? like you’re a piece of property!?

     “why?” he rasps out. “it’s pretty simple, really. …because you’re the only one who understands me—”

      “n–no! t– touya, this isn’t—” isn’t what? this isn’t him? this isn’t right? the touya you were once familiar with perished long ago and so had his morals.

     his hand comes down to strike against your ass with an awful, burning force, and you swear there’s an immediate handprint that forms. 

     your back arches instinctively, forcing your stomach firmly against the mattress, in attempt to escape his blazing touch, but touya doesn’t give you time to recover before he’s bringing the same hand down again, with just as much force and firepower as before, and you yelp loudly as you squirm against your restraints.

     “pl– please–! why me?”

     “i just told you—don’t tell me your memory’s that bad?” he quirks a brow up at 

      it’s true that you’d had a crush on the man now known as dabi back in your youth, but that crush died when touya did, forcing you to mourn both him and the feelings you harbored towards him. and now he comes back from the dead like nothing? did he even try to seek you out in all this time? 

     he had, actually, at multiple points; little “check ins”of sorts, if you will. observing from a distance, too scared to reach out.

     “n–no! ‘s’not! i just—! ow! fuck! touya, please!” 

     “you what?” he snaps, spanking your other asscheek this time.

     “fuck! ow–! touya, please! please!”

     his hand comes down again, harder and hotter than before and you bite your tongue so hard it starts to bleed, filling your mouth with an almost sickening coppery taste. rather than swallow it, you spit it out onto the bed, as far away from your face as you can manage, and touya laughs at the pathetic sight. 

     “you poor thing,” he coos mockingly. “maybe i should’ve given you something to bite down on—...oh well, it’s too late now,” he laughs cruelly as another idea comes to mind. next, he thinks he’ll carve the characters of his name into your back, rather than just the romaji writing, and right between your shoulder blades at that. 

     “t–tou—touya, i—” you swallow thickly, unable to think of anything but the pain, or if you’d ever get to go home again after this. part of you almost wishes he would just kill you so you wouldn’t have to live with this mark of him for the remainder of your life.  

     “you—” he cuts you off, “are not going to like what happens next.” there’s an inflection of sorts in his voice—he sounds… like he found humor in his own words, like whatever was about to happen next would be funny. 

     he sets flame to his pointer finger again and brings the searing digit down against your flesh, and the smell that arises as he carefully takes his time with each stroke of the characters needed to spell his name—even going as far as to use his former surname todoroki in the spelling, just to make it that much more agonizing for you.

     轟。。。

     you wail and bite onto the pillow, staining it with your blood, as touya burns your flesh for his own entertainment.

     燈。。。

     矢。。。

     there. now he could be done with you until you inevitably decided to seek him out—too embarrassed and full of shame to continue living amongst normal citizens; after all, being branded by a well-known villain and then being set free into society like it never even happened is sure to take a toll on one’s mind. 

     what are you gonna do? call the police? tell a pro? show them your new scars as evidence? the idea is laughable. 

     “there—we’re all done,” he says, leaning over your trembling form to burn the ropes binding your trembling form to the bed, quickly followed by the ones tied around your ankles. “i’m a man of my word, so you’re free to go,” he says with a deviant, slightly crooked smirk. 

     rather than immediately booking it, you curl up tightly into a ball as your body’s wracked with heavy, heaving sobs, processing the physical and mental pain as touya just chuckles at your pathetic self, getting up from the bed and putting his hands in his pockets.

     “well, see ya around,” he says, walking off as if he didn’t have a care in the world, leaving you to cope with your situation and what happens next.

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smau request- maaaybe tomura trying to convince reader to wake up and hang with him super late bc he’s def a night owl & they end up staying up until sunrise; flirtation & heavy petting etc as we love to see it

i wrote this at 2am my brain is fried but waow loser/slightly more confident shiggy ily+ enjoy this mix of written and smau <3

twilight zone // tomura shigaraki

"oh my fucking god, knock much?" tomura exclaims, spinning around towards you in his swivel chair.

"shut up." you yawn, rubbing your eyes away from the bright PC screen illuminating the room. "like you weren't expecting me or something."

from his desk, tomura watches you click the door behind you and crawl into his bed. you pull the comforter up to your chin and nestle into his mattress as if he was the one that intruded on you in his own bedroom.

"wasn't half-sure if you were even going to come." he murmurs before shutting down his PC, diminishing the only light source in the room.

you feel the bed shift beside you as he stiffly lays down. "might as well light some candles too while you're at it." you tease.

despite how groggy you sounded, tomura could hear you signature smirk in your voice- the one that never failed to irritate the fuck out of him. he hadn't thought this far ahead- wasn't even expecting you to respond to him this late at all. all he could think about was how quick his late-night confidence was dwindling into nothing, making him squirm a bit in his own bed.

"i'd prefer to not have to look at your face." he mutters.

owch.

you don't respond. the exhaustion was ready to take over once your head hit the pillow. you think about the last time you had been in his bed like this.

it was about a month ago when you found yourself too drunk to even form a cohesive sentence. he didn't understand what you were blabbering about, but once he saw your swollen lips, flushed cheeks, glossy eyes, and handle of whiskey under your arm, he just assumed the worst.

you were drunk, touch starved, and desperate, but of course he knew better than to let you sloppily smash your lips into his like you intended two when you stumbled into his doorway. he spent that night half asleep in his gaming chair, periodically reaching over to make sure you were still breathing with his trash can pulled up next to your side of the bed.

once you sobered up the next day, he scolded you. relentlessly. strings of obscenities dripping from his mouth.

from that point on, he made sure to always find a way to keep you two at bay- something that he himself wasn't even sure how to go about. elbow nudges. kicking your feet under the dining room table. laying your legs over his lap on the couch without you asking. pats on shoulder. all to make sure that night never repeated- unsure if he could handle you throwing yourself all over him again.

"are you fucking falling asleep?" you feel a jolt on your shoulder as he shakes you awake. "wake up."

"i'm tired." you whine.

"well stop. i didn't invite you here to sleep in my bed." he huffs.

"the fucks got you up, then?"

"nothing."

you go silent for a moment.

"don't be annoying or else i'll leave." you deadpan.

"don't ask stupid questions then." he returns the attitude. "isn't it obvious? i can't sleep. can't even game right now. i just want to..." he voice falters at the end.

"...hang out with you, i guess."

oh.

your jaw slightly gapes open in surprise, spikes of heat crawling up your neck.

you tightly grip the fabric of the comforter. "well, when you say it like that, it sounds like you actually like me." you chuckle.

"didn't say that. we live together. bothering you is my only option."

"lucky you, i love when you bother me." you scoot closer, noses onto a few inches away from one another. "and even more when i bother you."

"yeah, i know. it's like you can't resist me or something." he pulls the comforter up over his mouth, shyly muffling his words.

"i should be thanking you then, right? thank you so much, tomu, for letting me lay in your bed with you. please. i want you. i need you. it's all i can think about when i'm just across the hall from you. " you roll your eyes.

he scoffs. "wouldn't be the first time you were pathetically begging for me either."

"as if." you spit. "i'd never."

"but you have."

a beat of silence passes. you press your lips together as hotness comes over your body while the events of that night surges back to you.

"you said you'd never bring that up again." you clench your teeth, cringing at the memory of tomura retelling that night's endeavors to you the morning after.

"needed to humble you a bit." he chuckles. "told you it's not a big deal though if you're still embarrassed about it."

"no shit, i'm still embarrassed." you tug the covers up to your nose. "i tried getting at you and you rejected me. i'll never live that down, tomu."

tomura goes quiet for a moment. he must've been thinking. he does that often- retreat back into his head when he isn't sure about what else to say. or maybe he had finally fallen asleep.

you glanced over his shoulder to the analog clock sitting on his desk.

4:27AM.

it was late- or early. maybe these past few sleepless nights had finally caught up to him, hopefully to save you from having to relive an embarrassing moment.

to him, tomura's brain was malfunctioning. crashing. blue screen error.

"uh. wait." he begins, breaking the silence. "reject' isn't the right word. you were drunk. i just did what anyone else would have."

"call it what you want. i just wanted a smooch and you weren't with it. it's whatever, i'm over it, you heartbreaker." you dramatically sigh.

"well, i'll give you one now if it'll get you to shut up."

it was your turn to error and crash now.

"really?" your eyes widen.

tomura's breathing stops. he wasn't sure what gave him the confidence to say that outloud. maybe it was because he couldn't clearly see your face. it was almost like you weren't there- like he was speaking out into the void that made it so easy for those words to slip out.

he didn't mean it. right?

"yeah."

fuck.

"-if you want though." he quips.

please shut the fuck up.

"last month wasn't a rejection. i just didn't want you to only want me when you're drunk, you know."

stop talking.

"but you're sober now and we're talking about it and i just-"

your lips crash into his. it catches you off guard as much as it does to him. despite how much you enjoyed listening to him ramble out his nervousness, you couldn't risk losing another opportunity to kiss him.

your hands crawl up to the side of his neck, rubbing the tender skin below his jaw as you draw him closer to you. the floodgates have opened now. tomura met your lips with the same eagerness.

you were pressed up against one another, legs intertwined, sharing a breath and heartbeats as your hands glided over each other's bodies.

your stomach was twisting with anxiety. how long had you been waiting for this moment? all of those shy glances around the apartment, subtle touches, and hidden affections had clearly not gone unnoticed.

his hand runs from the nape of your neck to your lower back where he slips his hand under your shirt, causing you to pull away in surprise from the sudden contact.

"your hands are freezing, tomu." you gasped. "what the fuck?"

"sorry." he sheepishly mutters against your lips. he keeps his hand against the soft skin of your back, lightly rubbing the area as an apologetic gesture as it warms against your body.

"sorry." you repeat, humiliation starting to creep up your neck as you two settle with the realization of what line you two had just crossed.

a beat of silence passes.

"um. so." he coughs.

"so...yeah." you respond.

it wasn't long before you two started giggling to one another like a couple of children.

"shut up." you laugh, hiding your face into the pillow.

"guess i did say you coukd have anything you want if you came over." he breathlessly chuckles.

"please. shut. up." you squeak out. "i'm going to sleep. it's already like..." you peer over his shoulder. "almost 5:00AM, tomu. good fucking night."

you turn around, letting your back face him. you could die right now. melt into this mattress and into nothing. thank god it was dark and thank god he shared this humiliation with you.

he slings his arm around your waist, bringing himself flushed against your back.

"i'm not tired." he mumbles into the back of your neck, peppering kisses into the soft skin. "stay up with me."

you mentally kick yourself. because you do- not that there was much left of the night to get through, anyways, but because when the night's haze dissipates, you'll be dealt with a bigger issue that you wouldn't be able to pass off as a drunken mistake.

Them!

YES, I FOUND IT! I remembered reading this a long time ago and I forgot what it is and where it's from I'm so glad I found it 🥹

★MANNERS☆

Shigaraki Tomura x Fem! Reader x Shuichi Iguchi (Spinner)

Tomura and Spinner decide Katsuki’s lil sis needs to learn some manners. Tomura is happy to help.

TW: DARK CONTENT • NONCON (full on) • NSFW • Alcohol consumption • Forced alcohol consumption (anally) • Abuse/Manipulation • Gaslighting • Piss • Forced Enema (using beer) • Oral (M) • PIV • Rough Sex • Degradation/Humiliation • Fem! Reader • Quirkless/College AU • Not proof read!

A/N: Don’t come for me, I had a dream and needed to get it out lol

“Man don’t fuckin’—! Shit! Go left! Go fuckin’ left dammit’! NO! Fuck!” The controller went sailing across the room, hitting drywall and knocking down a corner of a poorly taped up poster near the stairwell.

“Hey dickwad, watch the fuckin’ face,” Dry eyes, bloodshot from staring at the tv all night, looked up.

You looked pissed, hair messy and face and clothing crumpled like you’d just rolled out of bed.

“It three in the morning you shitheads, shut up!” Your screech was akin to a pterodactyl, eyes blazing with fury as you pointed a manicured finger at all of them. “I have class in the morning! Shut this shit off and go to bed.” Like the whirlwind you appeared as, you were gone, stomping loudly up the cheap wooden stairs leading up from the basement smelling of stale beer and weed.

“What a—,”

“Cunt.” Tomura finished, looking at his friend with a roll of his eyes.

“She always such a bitch?” Tomura asks, curiously looking up at your ass as you slam the door shut behind you.

Shuichi looked awkward, “She’s his lil sis, so yeah, kind of always a bitch.”

“No shit? She’s firecracker’s sister?” Tomura looked shocked by the information before scoffing. “Makes sense then,” he’s back to focusing on the game, and the two resume their shouting contest at the tv.

They don’t know they’d be getting redecorated with kitchen condiments when they emerged from downstairs.

“Who the fuck?!” Spinner was nearly in tears, hot sauce directly in his eyes.

Tomura was oddly silent though despite standing slumped with ketchup and mayo dripping down his cheek, glaring balefully beneath his bangs as you snorted and tossed the empty bottle of mustard onto the floor. “I know shit for brains at least pays rent here, but you don’t,” you’re once again pointing a finger at him. “Listen crusty, me and my bro pay most of the mortgage, and then the other half is paid by Touya’s rich daddy and his pocket change.” Shuichi’s glare flattens a bit in fear under your icy stare as you glance at him like a bug beneath your foot. “You come over here all the damn time just to scream at the tv and lose, so do us all a favor, and stop showing your lotion needing ass around anymore.”

You leave just like that, finally feeling free from the incessant noise and nonsense as you get ready for your first class of the day, knowing your lab in the evening would be followed by a good night’s rest, finally.

Or not—

You return in the evening to another house party, furiously wondering which idiot set it up this time. Was it Katsuki or Touya? Shuichi was too much a follower and introvert to set up his own. The entire neighborhood was awake it seemed and eager to get drunk and wild, college students spilling out the seams of your home as you groan and push your way inside. Hands grab at you from all angles, only to feel the prick of your sharp nails in retaliation.

You spotted the spiky blonde hair of your idiot brother, his scowl matching your own as you confront him.

“The fuck dude?”

“Don’t fuck dude me, th’fuck’r doin’ home early?” He’s clearly intoxicated despite his stone faced demeanor, speech slurred as he sways a little. A pretty girl is looking at you with irritation for having interrupted her capture of prey.

“Put the nails away Babezilla, he’s my fuckin’ brother,” you sneer, rolling your eyes as you level him with a new found glare from the depths of hell.

“Everyone better be out before midnight or I’m lighting this shit on fire and claiming the insurance on the house and your body.”

“D’you take out insurance on my fuckin’ life?”

“Fuck around and find out.” With that you leave, Katsuki’s stunned face slowly morphing into one of rage as he screams out after you, held back by the girl half his size holding on to him like a desperate dog owner to their hound who smells blood.

Unbeknownst to you, you’re being watched. Carefully. As you sashay around the dirty house party, despite your terrible attitude, telling people what time to leave.

“I think she needs to learn a lesson in manners.” Shuichi glances over at Tomura, watching the young male scratch as his neck till red begins to pull up and spill. The crimson against his almost grayish skin looks ghastly.

“Y-yeah man…” something about the violent look in those garnet eyes makes him nervous.

“Go tell her I’m trying to take a piss on her bed.”

“Dude what? Why would I do that?” Shuichi looks stunned, making a face of pure confusion and revulsion. “That’s fuckin’ gross.” He receives an eye roll, chuckling beneath his breath.

“Just do it Spinner, remember where her room is?” Tomura points out, cocking a brow as if the purple haired male would catch on. He doesn’t, but Shuichi doesn’t want to admit so, nodding with a look of hesitation. “What exactly are you going to do when she gets up there?”

“Remember? A lesson in manners of course.”

Tomura happily grabs a freely left out six pack of beer, the glass long bottles cool and still dripping perspiration as they heat up in the room filled with liquored up sweaty bodies. The paper handle carefully balancing the weight of each one as he strolls up stairs, finishing his own drink of mixed hard liquors that still haven’t hit his system fully yet. Your room is on the third floor, more of a loft than anything, where you’d had a wall and door built to block out noise and add privacy. You have the most sound proof room in the house, the most secluded room in the house, and the most secure room in the house. Your brother made sure of it, throwing up extra locks as you insisted on getting a house with him near campus. Tomura is happy he found this information out through Shuichi, using his gaming friend to siphon out everything there is to know about you.

Despite your mean attitude, you’re quite the good friend. Well liked and adored on campus, pretty girl with a cute smile when you chose to use it. His own lips crack as they pull up into a grin, easily finding your room and closing the door. A normal bedroom, nothing special, with cute added decorations here and there as well as your books and study supplies left on your desk and bedside table. Tomura leaves the beer on your desk, finishing his drink and throwing the plastic red cup to the floor as he grunts and unzips his pants, freeing his limp chub as he steps up onto your bed.

He wasn’t kidding. He pissed all over your cute stuffed animals, pillows and blankets, releasing his foul pent up urine where you sleep.

“Ah fuck,” he groans, head falling back as he relaxes and fully empties his bladder just as the door slams open and you enter.

“No fuckin’ way— YOU SICK FUCKIN’ ANIMAL! THAT’S DISGUSTING!” Your shriek falls on deaf ears, the party drowning out your screeching perfectly. He doesn’t even turn his body, only his head as he looks down at your seething face with a lopsided grin.

“Aw, decided to join the fun now, Princess?” His scratchy rough voice isn’t slurred in the least, and it doesn’t take a lot to guess he’s mostly sober. Tomura shakes his cock a few times, making sure every drop hit your now soaked bed, before pulling up his boxers alone.

“Lock the door Spin.” He orders casually, and the ever eager Shuichi obeys, eyes wide in shock because Tomura really did it. He’s almost impressed, feeling something in his chest swell to see you so upset. All the times you’d mocked him as a loser who couldn’t afford to pay rent… it was true but that was besides the point.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing shit for brains?!” Shuichi flinched when you reeled on him now, but he held his ground as Tomura hopped to the floor, dropping his pants entirely now and kicking them off. It was comical the look on your face, eyes going wide and a hint of fear tinting your features before you masked it with rage. “You want to die or something? My brother will—,”

“Your brother is getting his cock gobbled like a turkey on Thanksgiving by the bitch I paid to do it. He’s not doing shit else tonight.” Tomura’s smile is vile, white teeth offset by his pale sickly skin as he chuckles, removing his shirt next.

The marks on his body can only be from some sort of self harm, scratch marks everywhere, scabs covering a majority.

“I’ve always liked your nails.” He starts, slowly backing you into Shuichi who seems more nervous than you at this point. Your glare is still in place, defiant pretty eyes sparked with emotion he’s dying to extinguish. “You’re wearing makeup today too.” He notes gleefully, and the way his face lights up almost childishly sends chills down your spine. A blaring red alarm is sounding as you realize his intentions aren’t just to vandalize your room.

“Tomura stop this right now—hck!?” It catches everyone but him off guard when he slaps you across the face, sending you to the floor as you gaze dazedly at your carpet for a moment.

“Shut the fuck up,” he sneers, rolling his eyes as you cough and sputter for a second. It’s the only second he needs to grab a fistful of your hair and haul you up, dragging you to your desk and swiping everything off and onto the floor to smash your face to the table. “You always scream and yell. It’s annoying how you always run your mouth slut.”

“Stop—! I’ll really scream! HELP! SOMEO—mhm!” He doesn’t hesitate to lift your head and slam it as hard as he can onto the table, effectively and violently silencing you.

“Holy shit dude—,” Shuichi halts when Tomura levels him with a glare. His eyes drop to you, even more rocked and dazed as a few tears leak down your cheeks.

“Since you like screaming so much…” he’s scratching as his neck with his free hand, cracking his knuckles after and dropping his hand to the waist band of your leggings. Your ears still ring from the blow, allowing him to easily pull your pants and underwear down to expose your lower half. He only pulls it down halfway, exposing your cunt and bare ass.

“Hey man, maybe we should stop…” Shuichi takes another step forward, eyes nervously looking at your exposed skin and limp figure against your desk.

“Nah, this bitch is getting a lesson taught tonight.” Tomura nods for Shuichi to come closer, his friend awkwardly shuffling closer. “Hold her arms behind her back and her face down.” Tomura helps grab both of your wrists, twisting them behind your back and pressing them down. He ignores your whimper, letting Shuichi hold you down now so he could free both hands.

Shuichi simply watches as Tomura grabs a beer, biting the cap off and spitting it on the floor as he saunters closer. Taking a few swigs, he grins and crouches down behind you, laughing as you flinch away from his hand on your ass.

“P-please stop—hii!” He only answers with a sharp slap to your ass and a giggle, deforming the soft doughy flesh with his hand and nails sinking in. Spreading one cheek wide, Tomura brings the lip of the bottle to the tight rosebud of your back entrance.

“Holy shit—,”

“No! No please!”

He ignores you and Shuichi, pressing forward and breaching your ass with the bottle and delighting in the squeal you make, legs going taunt and straight as the desk and Shuichi’s grip prevents you from going anywhere as he sinks about three inches of the bottle neck inside your ass.

“Bottoms up, bitch.” Tomura laughs, tilting the bottle up and watching the liquid begin to bubble and pop, disappearing inside of you as you groan and writhe for freedom, panic and tears painting your face. Keeping the bottle in place as he forces the beer inside you, Tomura leans up and over to lick the smearing mascara running down your cheek. The salt and chalky taste making his cock swell up into a tent in his boxers.

“Fuck man, is this even okay? I-I don’t wanna go to jail or some shit,”

“You won’t. She won’t say a thing.”

“W-why?”

“Look at her cunt.”

It didn’t matter how much you cried or babbled out pleas, the slick literally dripping from your cunt to the floor in a slimy along your thighs was undeniable.

“Get your phone out and record.” They switch places so Shuichi can do as he’s told, Tomura holding you down much more roughly now.

Shuichi finds it hard to swallow as he digs past his own hard cock to grab his phone out, shakily opening up the camera and hitting film. He doesn’t need to be told to set up facing the scene, using a book shelf on the other end of the room as a stand. He takes his position again holding you, Tomura once more free to do as he pleased.

When the bottle is empty, Tomura pulls it free roughly from your stinging ass with an audible pop.

“Looks like you still got room, hm?”

“Oh god, please, Tomura stop,” your sniffling and little whines don’t soften his heart as he bites another cap off, leaning his own face against the desk to keep the contact as he pressed the new bottle inside your ass. The cool glass contrasted against your warming insides, the feeling of being full hard not to focus on as the alcohol slowly heated you. The liquid goes in faster as he tips it up high, forcing you on your tip toes to avoid tearing your poor hole as he gleefully watches the horror and humiliation on your features.

“Little butt chugging bitch likes having her ass played with huh?” Tomura teases, playfully pressing the now empty bottle in and out of your sore hole, enjoying the tiny wail you release.

“Yeah you like it.”

“I-I don’t—!” He doesn’t care to listen as he fucks you with the glass bottle head, sitting up to watch your hole take it as his cock twitches and soaked his boxers with pre-cum.

“S-shit man I’needa’,” Shuichi feels his mind go blank, pressing his denim clothed cock against your outer thigh and rutting his hips against it like a dog. Tomura snickers watching his friend blow his load in his pants, not seeing the hypocrisy when he does the same not a moment later watching you whimper and take another bottle.

He stops as three, yanking his boxers down and pressing his uncut cock-head right up against your tight hole and releasing before he can even enter.

“Shit,” he moans, pressing Shuichi out of the way to pin your body with his own weight as he rubs against your ass with his release coating your skin. “Holding all that liquid must hurt, huh?” He huffs against your neck, sucking on the skin and breaking the capillaries when he bites down hard enough to draw blood.

Your scream echoes around the room, the floor vibrating as the party downstairs rages on without a clue to your plight.

You groan at Tomura wiggles his full weight on you, your lower belly feeling like it may burst any moment, panic settling into your gut.

“I-I need to p-pee…” Tomura moans, rocking his hardening cock against you while you struggle beneath him.

“Pee then,” he grunts, focusing on rubbing against your sloppy pussy, “So fuckin’ wet. You been wantin’ this?”

“Hey man…” Shuichi had decided to join his friend in stripping to his boxers, no longer pretending to have a moral compass as he stroked his own cock to the sight before him.

“Yeah I gotcha,” Tomura easily stands and brings you up, still restrained with his hands as he drags to the bathroom attached to your room. Shuichi follows, stunned when Tomura just drops you to the floor and presses a foot on your lower abdomen.

“S’too much, please,” you writhe like a bug, Shuichi’s eyes watching as you try and get away only to be pinned harder with Tomura’s foot.

The liquid stored inside you has no where else to go but out.

“Fuckin’ nasty bitch, shit,” Tomura watches in fascination as the liquid spills out, only beer coming out as you sob and lay on the tile. Despite his words he works his cock to the sight. “Cheap enema.” He notes, grabbing your wrist and hauling you to the shower. “Turn it on Spin,” dragging your poor figure into the shower and stripping you down naked. The water is freezing at first, your flinches and pathetic pleas as Tomura dumps soap over your head and body ignored. He uses the detachable shower head to wash you like an animal, roughly soaping you up and spraying you off, careless about nearly drowning you as he washes your face a little.

He does a poor job, but you’re somewhat clean, makeup still smeared lightly on your face as your dragged out dripping wet back into your bedroom.

He doesn’t hesitate to throw you on your bed.

“Fuckin’ gross man…” Shuichi frowns, but he doesn’t hesitate to grab you despite the scent of urine turning him off slightly.

You fight now though, wildly flailing limbs struggling as you scream and wail for anyone to hear you. No one does, as Tomura shamelessly climbs into the bed with you, boxers gone and completely naked as he helps Shuichi press you to your hands and knees. Tomura positioned behind you and Shuichi by your face.

“Please… I-I’m sorry…” they pause, your voice so tiny they barely heard it.

“Speak up, whore, we can’t hear you.” Tomura yanks your face up by your hair, your neck twisting painfully back as you sob.

“I’m sorry!”

“For what?!” Tomura sneers, using your head like a joystick and rattling you around.

“F-for saying mean things, a-and throwing food o-on you…”

“That all?” He asks, cock pressed up against the entrance to your cunt threateningly.

“P-please Tomura… Shuichi…”

“Since you’re begging,” Tomura laughs, surging his hips forward and shoving his cock into your warm tight cunt. You release a silent scream this time, choking on air as his cock fills you this time, each thick inch drilling into you as he starts wildly bucking into you with little regard to your pleasure.

“Fuck her face Spin,” Tomura grunts, drawing blood on your ass as his nails bite in, fucking hard up into your pussy, soft mushroom tip unsheathing and kissing up against your cervix.

“R-right…” Shuichi feels guilty seeing your tear streaked face, wet hair clinging to your skin and watery eyes looking at him for mercy. It doesn’t stop him from cupping your jaw and lifting your head up to press his cock against your lips.

Tomura lands a sharp hit to your rear, moaning as you tighten at the bolt of pain it caused. “Better suck him good, or I’ll let him have your ass.” That seems to motivate you, soft lips parting open and accepting Shuichi’s much thicker cock into your mouth. Shuichi unexpectedly had the biggest cock you’d ever seen, the reddish tip and veiny shaft intimidating as you do your best to lick and suck despite the sweaty sour odor clinging to him.

“That’s not how sluts suck cock, is it?” Tomura growls, forcing your head forward on the hesitant Shuichi’s cock and gagging you while the purple haired man moans. “O-oh fuck!” He grips your face from the front while Tomura fucks you rough and hard from behind. “That’s it Princess! Nice and deep!” Tomura cackles, focusing back on railing you senseless while Shuichi finally snaps and face fucks you properly.

“So good—fuck, your mouth is so warm,” he’s nearly in tears himself as he feels his tip slip into your tight throat, eyes rolling back as he works his hips now, watching drool and tears mix around your mouth and drop down onto his balls as they smack your chin. “A-almost done, almost done,” he moans, loving how your oxygen deprived mind slackens your jaw more so he can slip even deeper, your tongue licking at a vein under his shaft every thrust. “So fuckin’ good wh-when you shut up, heh,” he’s delirious on pleasure, loving the submissive look in your eyes as they gaze up pleadingly at him. “Cute when this mouth is used for something productive.” Shuichi laughs breathlessly, balls drawing up tight as he finally spills down your throat. “Fuck! Swallow! Swallow it all—!” His face and body scrunch up, nearly doubling over as he presses your nose against his pelvis and comes down your throat.

You black out. Limp figure gurgling on hot spunk spilling down your face as you drop to the soaked bed while Tomura supports your lower half up to keep fucking you. Your eyes barely open as the room spins, cunt clamping down like a vice on Tomura’s cock when he uses one hand to half heartedly rub at your swollen clit.

“Shit, gonna bite my dick off,” he moans despite the almost uncomfortable tightness, working your pussy up further as you spasm and soak his lower half, eyes rolling back. “Ah fuck, that’s it bitch, make a mess!” Tomura nearly whines, hips becoming jerky as you milk him for all he’s worth, his cum finally spilling inside you now.

“Bet you ain’t on birth control huh? Gonna knock you up whore.” He grunts, trying to fuck his spend back into you with his softening cock, overstimulating himself as he moans and whimpers against your back.

When he pulls out, a string of sticky fluids connect his cock to your pussy even when he’s completely out of you. He watches with a grin as his white cum dribbles out of your used hole. “Look at that. You do have some potential after all. At least for a cock sleeve that is.” He snickers, leaving you in a heap on your bed as he and Shuichi start to dress, grabbing the phone and coming back to film the aftermath.

“Say a word and I’ll send this to everyone. Do you hear me?” He doubts you really do, the fucked out look on your face making you appear stupid as you numbly nod a little. “Now say ‘Thank you Tomura and Spinner, for using my slutty holes’.” Tears leak freely as you stutter, “Th-thank you T-Tomura a-and Spinner…for u-using my s-slutty holes…”

“Good girl. I knew we could teach you some manners.” He grins, eyes crinkling around the edges darkly as he stares at your used figure still trembling and dripping cum.

“Let’s go, I’m in the mood to game a lil,” Tomura comments, wiping his cock with your panties and stuffing them in his back pocket as he buttons and zips up his fly. Shuichi follows, nodding as he dresses and fixes his clothes, eyes not leaving you though.

“Don’t worry. We can use her again later. I still got a few more brews.” Tomura chuckles, lifting the half empty pack up.

You wake in a panic, blood pumping fast and heart pounding. Your room is as you left it, eyes scanning your clean and un-pissed in bed and sheets. Your body is clean besides a sheen of sweat coating you, hands trembling as you dip a finger into your panties to find yourself soaking wet.

Did you have a wet dream about those two losers?

As if…

You found sleep was hard to come by as you kept imagining.

Dividers/@cafekitsune

Ochako saved Toga the only way she knew how.

Deku saved Tomura the only way he knew how...?😅

His lil kitty jump.

INFERNO | Dabi (Touya)

summary ➜ being apart of the LOV meant battling heroes, and some were ruthless, leaving you tired and wounded. All that blood loss is getting to your head, and Dabi’s, and not in the way you’d expect.

warnings ➜ language, graphic violence, graphic gore, highly detailed death! smut! p in v, unprotected sex, biting, scratching, oral (M), fingering, face slapping (it happens once), choking, hickies/marking, pain kink, blood play, blood kink. mdni

reader’s quirk ➜ reader can create visions of opponents worst nightmare and become them.

Your day started out like any other, an absolute bore. By that, nothing out of the ordinary happened. Sure you were a wanted villain, one of the League of Villains, and were expected to be some ruthless villainess, but you weren't. You were baddass and feared by many, but you weren't blood thirsty like the others, ironically like Toga.

You lay half on the counter, seated on a bar stool while Kurogiri wiped glasses, paying no mind to you. A heavy sigh left your nose, your head leant against your arm that was starting to prick with pins and needles.

To your right was Shigaraki, who's nails clawed away at his pale skin. Upon your sigh, a gust of dust whooshed off the countertop making your head perk up in a cringe, arm sliding off. Red eyes spared a glance to you, before nonchalantly looking away.

Kurogiri was quick to swap from wiping the glasses to the counter, white cloth now coated in brown and grey. "Sorry about that." He apologised, and if he could, would've given you a small smile.

You shook your head, dismissing the fact before slipping off the barstool, walking over to the staircase that was held up by a thread just about, fingers nimbly moved to graze the splintering wood before the blonde girl bounced down the stairs.

"Morning!" Toga purred, tongue just prodding out of her lips as her gold eyes gleamed. Her fists curled inwards as she positioned them by the sides of her face, much like a cat would. She zipped past you, to the bar where she took her seat on the barstool you previously sat on, immediately going on a full banter when Twice made himself known.

You treaded up the stairs, to your room that was all lonesome, plain walls decorated with nothing, a single bed and nightstand, you didn't necessarily like your room, but it's all you had considering if you were to buy a house, it would be a death trap, a target would dangle over your house, a sign for the heroes.

On the windowsill, that displayed nothing but a view of concrete buildings, held a withering plant, the green leaves long turned yellow, and sagged. A symbol of misery.

Walking over to the window, you pushed the cracked glass up, the stale air plummeted into your room. Peering your head outwards, you had seen a man, shrivelled —only skin and bone—loitering on the streets, you couldn't tell what he was doing, other than the scraping of metal and grunts he made.

Almost feeling your presence, he looked up, with his only good eye, and gave you a horrid smile.

This was all before a dark figure came from the depths of the shadows in the alleyway, the sounds of boots grating against the chipped pavement. The man's head whipped to the noise before raising the object in his hand, he was constructing a blade.

With full power, he charged at the figure. However, an azure gust swallowed him.

A grim laugh bounced off the walls, you scoffed, a gut churning smell hit your senses before anything else making you choke. "Dabi, if you're going to fry people, at least find a decent place to do so.” You said once the flame had sizzled to a spark on his hand, he looked up with a smirk, sapphire eyes swirling.

"Gotcha, princess." He sent you a wink, before his cloak ruffled and he left into the banishing night.

With a grumble, you spun around to continue towards your bed when Shigaraki appeared, gripping onto your door frame, minus his pinky finger.

"Low-class heroes are trying to stop a nomu, it needs assistance." He left before anything else, you hurriedly left after him to find Kurogiri already forming a purple portal, reading to swallow anything up, Toga was bouncing on her feet, blood thirty much like everyone.

In an instant, you jumped through the portal, as quick as it had happened, you were standing on a rooftop. Below, on the suburban streets was in fact a nomu, with bulging muscles as well as some undergraduate heroes, Power Loader and Gunhead.

Power Loader desperately tried to latch his steel jaws onto the flesh of the mutant, but alas, got flung off, however he sprung up and was ready to jump back into action. The nomu's throw was weak, Shigaraki taking note on how the mutant's energy was quick to deteriorate.

Then, Gunhead's head shot out claw-like bullets from the barrels on his mask, clinging to the nomu's flesh, making the bird-like beast roar into the bellowing nights. "What are we doing here? Let's fight!" Toga whined to Shigaraki who all but all, surveyed the scene unfolding.

"I have to agree with nutjob over here, I'm getting bored." Dabi grumbled, folding his arms over his chest, sapphire eyes looking off into the distance.

Shigaraki called your name. "You'll go down there to distract the heroes, Dabi you go with, and I'll call in the nomu with Spinner." Toga let out an audible groan at his words, wishing to be able to jump down there. In a second, you and Dabi cascaded down the walls, hidden by the barely-lit streets.

"You get dunce-face and I'll get tool-works." Dabi said to you before his legs started moving on their own, blue blaze forming around his arm as he swung it at Power Loader, leaving you with Gun Head.

With a hum, you ran after the other hero, clasping your hands together in order to use your quirk, a faint red glow started to buzz around your fingers before your quirk started to construct Gun Head's greatest fear.

To your dismay, it wasn't anything major or actually scary, forming was a woman clutching two children, when your quirk was done, your mind synced into the creation.

"K-Koji," the woman whimpered his name, with wobbly lips and wide eyes, the children holding the same expression. The hero, trying to duck from the harsh embers of Dabi, looked over to his 'family', body freezing up. "We're s-scared."

"I..." the pro-hero tried to reel his mind over why his family is about two hours away from their home, here, in the dark nights of a dingy street. "Tomara..." he called his wife's name, taking a tentative step towards her. "Hiro...Ketsu..."

"Papa," the little boy with blue hair held his arms stretched out for his dad, taking staggering steps towards his father, wrapping his small arms around his legs before the second child joined, wrapping his arms around his waist. "We missed you."

You observed the scene, wondering what was the actual fear of the pro-hero, it wasn't until a sparse second later, when Tomara—his wife, joined in on the hug that the lizard like villain jumped out, purple hair breezing in the wing, and chomped down on the family, blood spraying out onto the pro-hero who had no time to think.

He let out a choked sob, watching Spinner devour his family before scampering off, before Gun Head was able to go after the lizard, you sprung out onto him, it was a harsh tumble to the ground where you and the pro-hero wrestled, he was stronger, much stronger.

Easily pinning you to the road, mask whirring as he was about to use his mask—to shoot a bullet right between your eyes, before your whole entire body burned red, in a blink of the eye, you were now a male with a thick moustache, glaring at the pro-hero.

"Dad?" The pro hero choked, head quirking to the side.

"I'm disappointed in you son, you're here fighting your own dad, this is why we sent you to Osaka, you're no good, this is why your family died." His father (you) said, the pro-hero's head hung in shame, before slowly loosening his hold on you, his mind not even thinking straight and completely forgetting about you.

"I'm s-sorry, pa."

How you loved manipulating emotions, you were a sucker for it. Your guilty pleasure was watching someone fall apart in front of you.

He stood up and helped his father up, in a fleeting moment, you grabbed for your dagger, balling your hands into a fist around the handle and bringing it down onto his mint hair, red squirted on your face.

His body staggered back, barrels blazing as little claw like structures shot out askew, one dug into the side of your abdomen, making you grunt in pain and scowl.

His body went flat, due to the keratin claws usage, then went limp, a puddle forming by his head, it was unfortunate, but it's what had to be done.

With your crises averted, you turned around to see Dabi wiping away at some blood that dribbled down his lip, a heap of substance and metal in front of him.

With the heroes...out the way, you could relax, it was about time others were alerted, so you had to flee the scene as soon as possible.

Back at the hideout, Shigaraki was attending to the nomu. You were in the cramped bathroom, shirt off, dabbing cotton balls against your wound, just to decrease the blood, as well as scratching off the dried blood.

The door to the bathroom reeled open, revealing a shirtless Dabi, white towel draped over one shoulder.

"Out, gotta shower,” he told you, blue eyes shamelessly staring at your cleavage, pupils swelling at the sight of your blood, feeling himself twitch in his black shorts. "Or stay, could use some company."

"Gross, I just need to clean the blood up, I'll be out of your hair." You rolled your eyes, continuing to wipe away at your wound with the plain cotton balls.

Dabi shrugged the towel off of him, walking across the bathroom and setting it on the toilet, turning the handle almost all the way to the hottest setting, letting the bathroom fill up with steam.

With low, ultramarine eyes, he watched as the cotton balls were turning red with blood.

He sauntered closer to you, catching your frame between his arms that rested against the counter, you looked up from your wound to his zombie, skin-patched chest. The purple, sewn on flesh contracting against his toned skin, stuck on with staples, muscles flexing in your woke.

Then was the dog tag chain dangling from his neck, a skull and cross bones etched on the metal. Then him smirking at you, his bright eyes, and dark hair that held a millimetre of white by the roots. "Can I taste you?"

"What?" You blurred, eyebrows deepening at his words, Dabi just ran the ball of his tongue piercing over his lips, smirking.

"Don't act like we haven't fucked before." He chuckled.

"Yeah, but I'm bleeding." You scoffed.

"I know, I wanna taste." And before you even registered what he actually wanted to taste, his lips were licking around your wound, tongue flattening, catching a smear of blood on his tongue, it was a strange noise that gurgled from your mouth, it shouldn't have been so arousing, but it was.

You felt and heard him suck deeply on the wound before he removed his lips, bringing his hand up, he pried your lips apart and smashed his lips to yours, tongue swirling around your own, making you taste your own metallic blood.

Your hands went to grab his shoulder while his tangled in your hair, pulling you impossibly closer to him, letting out a groan into the kiss, when he pulled away, his lips were darker from the hard kiss, and your blood that's mixed with saliva, shining on his lips, yours matched.

Silently, he moved back, eyes still trained on you before he turned half way around and slid out of his shorts which he used as boxers, meaning his cock sprung free, hard, shining, and pierced.

One of Dabi's secret yet not secret secrets, was he had a pierced tip, it was a very scandalous piercing that poked through the slit of his dick and just underneath the head (a Prince Albert piercing).

Many would cringe at the pain, but not Dabi—who secretly enjoyed it, leaving the piercer scared for life when he almost came. 

You noticed a flash of blue look your way before he stepped into the shower and drew the curtain closed.

You watched as his shadow moved, continuing to bathe himself. You felt your bottom lip jut out, hating how your pussy was throbbing.

Sneakily, you peeled away your bottoms, leaving you in your thongs, then gliding a hand past your waistband of your underwear until your finger met the plush wetness of your pussy.

It swirled around your puffy clit, you started off slow, wanted to have a steady pace but it did minimal to help the ache, so you brought your middle finger to your clit and started to furiously flick at it.

Your legs, almost immediately started to vibrate at the same speed that your finger flicked at, your eyes dropped closed and your head lolled back, hitting the mirror. Your other hand joined in, sticking two fingers into your puckering hole, immediately getting coated in your sticky arousal, you should've felt ashamed for your actions, but you couldn't find a damn to give.

Your body felt on edge, prickling everywhere with lust and pleasure, stomaching feeling full, your lips fell apart, letting out tiny whimpers, it wasn't until one rather loud moan that the shower curtains were pulled back, that Dabi realised what you were getting up to.

He swore under his breath, cock twitching at the sight of you pleasuring yourself, droplets of water ran down every square inch of his body.

You were too preoccupied and caught up in the moment to have realised the shower had stopped, it wasn't until you felt a warm, wet body press against your legs that your eyes snapped open, and your finger stopped.

"Oh, don't let me stop your fun,” he purred, voice gravel with how turned on he was. To his dismay, you had stopped, and when he saw your hands slowly start to pull away, he grabbed a wrist. "I didn't say stop."

He, instead, used his own hand, grabbing the bottom of your underwear, the part covered in a patch of your previous arousal, in his fist, and burnt it right off, leaving you with a charred strap around your hips.

Using the same, warm hand, he pressed it harshly to your clit, rubbing aggressively before copying your previous actions, flicking over the bundle of nerves. He watched with sparkling eyes, and a growing smirk how your eyes rolled back into your head.

A gasp left your lips when you felt his hand wrap around your neck, and squeeze, with the addition of his quirk, imprinting a handprint around your neck. "'s too hot, Dabi, too hot." You babbled, your own hand pawing at his wrist, but he held your neck with a vice grip.

"You can take it, baby. I know you can,” he grinned, finger quickening on your clit. "You've taken my cock before."

"B-But, please, Touya, please?"

Something inside of Dabi snapped, he retracted both hands, making you whimper and sputter for air before his hand whipped hard against your cheek, leaving a second hand print.

"Don't you dare fucking call me that again," his hands moved, dug into your waist and rolled you around, cheek smushing up against the foggy mirror, ass pressing right into his hard-on. "Nasty sluts wants to act like one, then they'll be treated like one."

Another hard slap given to your body, this time on your ass cheek. The stinging sensation went straight to your core, still aching and empty.

"Dabi, fuck me.” You whined, words slightly muffled from the mirror, your eyes shut in pleasure when he gave you another slap, over the same bruising spot as before.

Dabi loved your ass, so it was no surprise when he started to squeeze away at the flesh, leaving darkening spots and crescent dents on your skin.

"I'll fuck you when I feel like it." He grabbed for your hips again, pulling you closer to him, raising your hips with impressive strength until he was able to watch saliva ooze from his lips and onto your pussy lips, which were already shining under the fluorescent lights of the bathroom.

He watched as your hole fluttered around nothing, before dropping your hips back down to the counter and shoving two, thick fingers inside your hole.

"Fuck. Your pussy is so needy, sucking me in."

"More." You managed to get out between moans, hips thrusting back on Dabi's fingers, you were so desperate for a release. Dabi curled his fingers, stretching you out further, and pushing against one pleasurable spot within you.

"Cock hungry slut, that's what you are,” he added a third finger, your hole gaping around his fingers, your mouth fell open as a spew of curses and moans left your lips. "Say it."

"'m a cock hungry slut." You mindlessly blabbered, Dabi pulled his fingers out of you, watching your pussy clench again around nothing.

He grabbed his cock with his sticky fingers and pumped it a few times before pressing the ball of his piercing against your clit and dragging it between your folds, to where you needed him the most.

He pushed himself in, just the tip, his fat, pink tip that sent a chill down your spine from the stretch. "More." You groaned, throwing your hips back, hoping to get more of him.

"Relax, don't be such a greedy bitch." He presented you with another slap to your ass, before fucking you with the tip only, it wasn't enough, despite the toe curling stretch it gave you, it wasn't the fullness you desired.

Dabi slowly thrusted the tip in and out of you, watching as his Prince Albert piercing got coated in your slick. He grabbed a handful of your ass, spreading the cheeks apart before slowly bottoming out, he groaned as he felt your pussy swallow him whole.

Dabi hated slow sex, but what he hated more were greedy sluts, much like yourself, so to torment you, he went slow, like really slow.

His dick now glistening as he pulled out, then inching back in, then out before pulling right out. He grabbed his cock yet again, prior to him now slapping it against your ass.

His pre-cum dropping down onto your ass in tiny, white pebbles. Dabi took his middle and forefinger and wiped the semen off before bringing them to your pouty lips and shoving them right down your mouth.

He watched as you choked around his fingers, he pushed them as far as they could before curling them, really making you gag.

His eyes lit up when he saw tears swell in your own, breaking away and falling down your cheeks. Dabi moved himself closer to your face, tongue lolling out before licking up your salty tears.

He let out a groan at the taste before pulling his fingers out your mouth, pulling you by the back of your neck to the ground, forcing you to turn around to face him.

"Open up, pretty girl." Dabi was oddly being gently right now as he caressed your hair, you opened your mouth for him, tongue prodding out, he slid his tip over your tongue, back and forth, back and forth before plunging his cock into your warm cavity.

His hold on your hair tightened, yanking at your scalp as he brutally fucked your mouth, giving you no time to breathe.

Dabi ignored the scratches at his leg, looking down here his stomach continuously bumped against your nose, eyes spilling with tears, only then did he decide to pull out, giving you a second to catch your breath before thrusting back in.

His hands loosened from your hair, opting to wrap around your neck where his thumbs just pushed against your throat, feeling it bulge from his cock.

Your hands assisted your mouth, squeezing his balls while he bottomed out in your mouth. His thrusts turned sloppy and slowed to hard thrusts before he clamped your head within his hands and forced you to swallow his cum that dripped down your throat. When he moved his dick out of your mouth, a mixture of spit and cum fell from your lips.

What was surprising was how erect his cock still was. "Up," he commanded, when you stood up, he lifted you and threw you back onto the sink's countertop. He took a finger to your lips. "Spit."

And so you did, your saliva dropping onto his finger, he added his own to the mix before bringing it to your still very much needy heat, lubing up your hole.

Dabi wasn't going to be slow, not now, not anymore. He slammed himself back into your pussy and started to fuck you at a savage speed. He didn't care how your body slumped to the side from pure euphoria, you were just a fucktoy in the moment.

"'s good, Dabi!" You moaned, back arching, chest pressing against his, he could feel how your breasts bounced against his skin, scraping against the metal staples. "So deep."

Your arms linked around his neck where your nails found haven in his skin and scratched away, red lines on his real skin and dark purple at his grafted skin. He hissed when you lifted staples but it made his lower belly heat up and it stirred something inside him.

You clawed so hard at his skin that you drew blood, that started to situate underneath your nails.

The tip of his cock repeatedly nudged against your cervix, the dull pleasure sending sensations throughout your entire body.

In the heat of the moment, you kissed Dabi, something he scarcely ever did, was kiss someone yet he always made exceptions for you and only you (and still denies any feelings whatsoever).

The kiss was a sloppy make out, saliva dribbling down your chin, shared groans, huffs, and oxygen. The kiss broke from Dabi's forceful thrusts that sent your body back to the mirror, he was quick to bring his lips back to your body.

This time, his teeth clamped down on your shoulder, before he suckled on your skin, he moved onto another patch of skin, then another, until your entire neck was covered in vibrant spots and imprints of his teeth.

Your stomach tightened, you were close, Dabi could tell by your walls fluttering around him and so was he. Your hands fumbled for his hair, tugging harshly at it, a moan left his lips from the pain, his chin lifting upwards, mouth apart by a centimetre as heavy breaths left them.

His face was a few inches away from yours, you still held his hair, the hair covering his forehead now swept away, exposing his entire face, and lust blown eyes, you didn't want to admit it, but he looked beautiful.

Yet, he also didn't want to admit how he was also appealed by you right now (Dabi is thriving in denial), wishing to always have you like this since he was so captivated. "Dabi, I'm close." You moaned, Dabi brought a thumb to your lips where he gently rubbed your bottom lip. "Touya, 'm so close."

Dabi didn't care that you called him by his real name, in fact it edged him on, thinking it sounded pretty falling from your lips.

"I know, pretty girl, me too." He mumbled, hands going back to your waist to anchor you, you wrapped your legs around him, his body almost flush against yours before your stomach tightened further before bubbling, the knot coming undone as you creamed around his cock, a loud, melodic moan left your throat before Dabi was quick behind you.

His cum buried deep in your cervix, now a cocktail with your own before he pulled out, watching your pussy squeeze out the substances.

Dabi stood there, breathless. Watching your pussy with his head hung low, his shoulder muscles flexed before he pulled himself away from you, wiping his nose with a sniff and out the bathroom, not caring if anyone were to see his family jewels on display as he went to his room, truth was, he left because he was scared.

Scared of how warm he felt around you, how tingly and fuzzy he got, which was not like him, so he did what he does best, and left.

You cleaned yourself up with a shower, before crawling into bed, the night sent you into a blissful sleep, where your mind kept reeling over the words he mumbled to you when he came... "I love you."

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