Moonchild701 - *❀*MoonChild701*❀*⭒ᓚᘏᗢ⭒

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People who write fic on mobile genuinely frighten me

Dabi my love, you've never done anything wrong in your life ever💙

I wanna say crow/raven to be edgy or whatever (Read: I Love Them), or Owls bc lol night owl, but sadly, I am, in fact, a Kiwi.

Chunky, brown/black/spotted, HORRIBLE, terrible, no good eyesight, barely any self preservation, probs gonna die bc I couldn't see the hole/predator right in front of me, Loud as fuck randomly, nocturnal........I'm a kiwi 🥝😔

Giggling and kicking my feet rn

I want him

Sukuna's the type of boyfriend where you confess to him first and he acts like he knew all along. He didn't - and he does a major fistbump the moment you look away.

The type where he'll click his tongue at wherever you want to drag him during your date, then snatch your hand and take you there anyway.

The type where he lets you put on face masks and eyeliner on him to your hearts content - no matter how much says it's stupid, and he doesn't need that shit, anyway, you always catch him keeping it on.

The type to make you pretty bracelets - not buy, make. Picking out charms and colors he thinks you'd love and then thrusting it into your hands saying it "wasn't a big deal, anyway." But you catch that pretty blush on his cheeks.

The type that makes your coworkers slightly concerned when a towering, beefy man is waiting for you on his rugged motorbike. And they've got their fingers on the phone already, peering anxiously outside as you cling onto the very man with a tight hug. And only - only - when they catch him fastening on your helmet, oh-so-gently do they breathe out in relief, realizing that maybe he's just that type.

You honestly didn't know when this became a routine habit.

You couldn't complain really.

Not with you bent over your work desk as The Infamous Villain Dabi pounding hard and deep into your pussy while he watches the latest news report.

In between the ancers voices becoming back round noises to your ears, you began to notice Dabi's grip on your hair or your hips would tighten and tug harsher, if The Hero Endeavor was on screen or mentioned.

Peaking over your shoulder always makes you shiver and your inside clench from the stone cold, blood chilling, murderous and unbound, seething hatred your boyfriend was giving Japan's Number Two Hero.

He notices, of course, he does.

Dabi tears his bright azure gaze away from the screen to pier down at you. His scarred, burnt and stapled mouth stretched into a wicked sinful and wolfish grin. "I feel that, doll." He teases, slowing his thrusts into an agonizing slower pace, making you feel every inch of his hard, throbbing dick as he rolls his hips.

You... You can't get off like this.

He's waiting for you to beg, plead for him to pick up the pace, use your dripping wet and arching cunt as his own personal stress reliever.

You didn't give a damn, if he hate fucks you.

It slipped out, the needy whine from the back of your throat as you pout. "Why did you stop, jackass?"

You were such a brat. If you weren't his girlfriend you knew Dabi couldn't have been so nice or forgiving, well, as nice and forgiving as most villains of you'd insulted them while balls deep.

Instead of lashing out in anger, he laughs. Dark and deep, menacing. It makes your nails and toes curl, heat pool between your thighs and wiggle underneath him.

"That's not how you ask nicely, now is it, Y/n?" Dabi purrs, feral and smug grin tugging wider. "C'mon on, baby. Tell daddy what you want?" Pulling his hips back just enough for the tip to kiss your entrance and shoving himself back in, harsh and fast to knock the breath from your lungs and completely halting. "It's my birthday," he pouts and adds on the dramatic effect. " You said I could fuck you wherever and however I want." He sighed. "Are you taking it back? How heartless of you baby."

Oh, this sadistic, two-faced mother fucker.

Is he fucking serious right now? He's got you pinned underneath him, he's fully in control and he's trying to play the victim card? No, oh hell no, fuck that. "I expected a birthday blowjob, fucking my brains out on every surface of my apartment and you want to watch the fucking news? What? Are you a secret Endeavor fanboy or something, Dabi?" You sassed back, scoffing.

You knew he wasn't. You knew you were pushing it. Playing at his own game just to rial him up.

It was stupid. It was childish and it worked.

His expression faltered, completely blank, mismatched lips formed into a firm line. Jaw clenched, muscles straightening, hard and tight as his hand left your hair and landed directly onto your hip, possessive and bruising. "I dare you to say that again, doll?' A warning growl leaves his burnt vocal cords, his long black dyed locks covered his vision, but you saw it. The raging inferno of fury and unbridled rage in his deep, bright turquoise gaze.

Your breath hitched and you shivered, heart rate thudded hard in your chest and echoing in your ears as your insides tightened again causing Dabi's cock to twitch and grunt in response. Mouth going dry as you swallow thickly, then a teasing smug shit eating grin formed on your plump and smeared, kiss swollen lips.

"Endeavor fanboy that's what you are Dabi. A copy cat, chasing after a phantom, stalking the shadows. His twisted, fucked up, fanboy." You threw your head back and barked out a mocking laugh.

He knew you were right.

You knew he'd make you regret those words, the true hurts. It's a bitch and a hard assed slap to the face.

He didn't like that. Not one bit.

Dabi remained silent.

You feared you took your teasing too far. Worry softening your expression when you noticed Dabi was shaking, visible shaking. Did you hurt his feelings? Was he so angry he couldn't speak?

You opened your mouth to apologize when fits of giggled and snickers left his lips, his voice growing higher and louder as he threw his head back, full blown mad cackling and mirth.

"Fucking hell, baby you are completely right." His shoulders still shook as he covered his eyes with the palm of his hand as you blinked at him. "I have been selfish and unfair to you." He chuckled, wiping a bloody tear from his eyes and met your dumbfounded gaze. "I see now, my baby wants to hog all my attention."

"What?" You asked. "I just wanted to-" he cut you off.

"Hate fuck you, yeah, I get it." His expression softening as he pulled out and turned you over, shoving you on top of your work desk, picked up the remote and turning off the TV. "If you wanted me all to yourself. You should have said so." He cupped your cheek, closing the gap and kissed you roughly and filled with hunger, tilting his head and biting down on your lower lip to deepen the kiss.

You welcomed him, wrapped your arms around his shoulders and spread your thighs wider, completely open for him. "Please, daddy..." You whispered. "Fuck me like the good little cock slut I am for you." You moan in between kisses, trailing your fingers into the nape of his neck as he peppered your jaw and neck with love bites and feather light kisses as a long, breathy groan left his throat.

"Goddamn, baby, I love it when you talk dirty." He met your eyes, tilting his head. "But first you owe me a little something dontcha?"

You sighed. "I'm sorry." You meant it.

You were rewarded with an appreciative hum. "Again." He spit into his hand, rubbing and fisting his length,, palming himself hard and grunting. "Apologize like ya mean it gorgeous."

You nodded your head, trailing your hand to your swollen, puffy, aching and neglected clit. Rubbing small and hard circles, your hips jerk and buckle on reflex, breath hitching. "I'm sorry, daddy. Please, oh please, put him back in."

"Him?" He teased, raising a brow. "Him who, baby?"

Teasing little shit.

"Your hard cock, daddy." You whined, cheeks reddened as your nipples grew hard and your insides clenched around nothing, feeling so empty. "Dabi, my Dabi."

His cheeky smug smirk returned, "Good girl." He purred, rubbing the leaking, hard and pierced swollen tip against your slick folds and pushing him hips forward. "Here's your reward," he groans, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he feeds his cock, piercings and all into your wet, warm and soaking wet walls, "Fuck... She's squeezing me so goddamn tight."

You weren't fairing any better, tilting your head back and letting out a sinful and debaucherous, wonton moan. Your fingers halted their movement. This was what you wanted. His attention, focus soles on you. Not that fake hero, not the TV, just him all of him.

"Dabi.." you whispered, breathlessly. "Fuck me, please... I need you, baby." You sweetened your words like liquid honey and silk. Rocking your hips to push himself deeper, feeling that delicious and familiar stretch of his dick gliding into your gummy walls.

He met your pleading eyes. How could he say no and deny you? He couldn't. Didn't fucking dare.

He leaned down, heated hands grabbing your hips, whispered darkly. "Hold on to me, princess, it's going to be a hard, long and bumpy ride." His tone dripping with lust and the innuendo was on purpose, left lewd and hanging as he thrusts his hips hard, completely sinking home to the hilt, hips flushed against your own.

You tighten your arms and legs around his shoulders and waist, snug and tight, he wasn't leaving and you weren't going to let go. You laughed, shaking your head and kissed his neck, then bit down hard. "Fucking move already, dumbass."

Dabi shuddering and moaned, hips jerked, buckled into you.as he chuckled, mocking and teasing. "Yes, ma'am." He pulled out and back in, hard and fast, then again and again, and again. Setting a hard, unforgiving and ruthless pace, rutting into your cunt like an animal in heat, the wood and desk groaning and shaking, slamming into the wall.

You didn't give a flying fuck if you got complaints from the neighbors tomorrow, it's totally worth it, if Dabi was fucking your senseless and using your body like a flirty back alley whore.

You clawed into his back, bit him harder and moaned into his neck. Your thighs are shaking, the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing, the noises of your slick and juices leaking your dripping cunt as he pounded into your pussy made your face burn. "Good boy, my good fucking birthday boy," you moaned louder, praising him.

Dabi whimpered and gasped in your ear, rolling his hips and rutting harder, heated hands trailed to grip the meat of your ass in tight, thick handfuls, keading the flesh, bringing you closer. "I am." He whines, thighs quaked, he was close already and so where you.

Reaching between your legs, you worked your overly sensitive love button into overdrive, gasping and moaning. "Happy birthday, Dabi." You panted, insides fluttering and clenched down hard around him, trying to drain his cock and balls dry. "Best fuckin' cock in The League, mine all fuckin mine." The coil in your gut snapped as you came, letting go and screamed, creaming on his dick. "Fuck! I'm cumming, Dabi!"

"Me too, baby," Dabi grunts, gritting his teeth. "Take it, fuckin, take it all." A bolt of electricity shot up his spine as he felt his balls tighten and releasing, hot ropes of milky white cum inside you. "God fucking damn." He hissed between a pleasure moan and a gutteral growl, hips stuttering as his legs shook and nearly gave out. "Best fuckin' pussy, I swear to God." He rasps, through breathless chuckles and leaning his full body weight into you as you hold him, both panting, gasping and coming down from your post orgasmic high.

You giggle, running your fingers through his unkempt hair, caressing him and lightly dragging your nails into his scarred, stitched and stapled back, watching him hum in content and shiver. You leaned back and kissed his forehead, whispering again. "Happy birthday, baby."

"I want my cake now." He replies, chuckling as you smack his back. "What? I'm hungry."

"Spoiled, bratty, needy, baby, I swear." You rolled your eyes, smiling. "It's in the fridge. It's your favorite strawberry shortcake."

"Thank you, doll." He whispered, capturing his mouth again and pulling out slowly, grabbing the tissue box that had fallen into the floor and handed you some while he cleaned himself and redressed.

You cleaned up, redressed, washed your hands, and pulled out the cake and a few presents. "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to Touya," you sang softly, smiling, "Happy birthday to you."

Dabi shook his head and blew out the candles. "You really did have to you know." He muttered, shyly. A hint of pink darkening his pale, normal part of his cheeks.

"I wanted to baby." You smile sweetly, taking out the candles and cutting a big slice, putting it on a paper plate and handing it to him, and then a piece for yourself. "Besides who doesn't want cake and sex on their birthday?"

"Fair point." He grins, digging into his cake and humming. Burning, bright ocean blues flickering back to you. "I'm not done with you yet." He muttered in between chewing and swallowing, lips curling. "You aren't forgiven so easily for that bastard comment."

Of course , he ain't gonna let it go.

You blushed harder, nearly choking. "Dammit, I was hoping you'd let it slide."

He shook his head, "Hell no. Who do you take me for All Might?" He scoffs, shoving more cake into his mouth, licking the fork clean, knowing you are watching. "Fucking hell no, naughty bitches deserves a good spanking."

You gulp, swallowing your cake and hated how excited you got. Your thighs clenching and pressing together underneath his intense and heated stare. "Promise?" You muttering, hesitantly.

Dabi pulls the fork away, devilish and Cheshire cat smiles on his face as he leans his head against his palm. "Always Y/n, always for you."

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💙 Happy birthday, Dabi! 💙🍰🎉 I know I'm late 😅 Whoop. Take my love dammit!

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