#touya x reader smut

[touyasdoll]

Dadmas Day 3: Christmas Morning with Touya

Dadmas Masterlist

pairing: Touya Todoroki/Dabi x f!reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: you have multiple children together, mentions of pregnancy & children, reader is wearing a nightgown, his dick is pierced, biting, your kids are cockblocks but they’re cute

notes: this was originally going to be a Father’s Day post and this is the whole reason I wanted to do Dadmas! I just really, really, really love the idea of Touya as a dad <3 he deserves more mornings like this.

Merry Christmas! <3

It’s Christmas morning. The chill from outdoors has crept inside overnight, but it’s the feeling of mismatched lips brushing against your neck that stirs you from your slumber.

It’s not a bad way to wake up; it’s one of your favorites, actually. One smooth. One scarred. Both coming together over your pulse point to send a shiver up your spine and pull a moan from your own mouth.

“Touya..” you murmur drowsily, giggling as his lips climb up your neck to trail along your jaw.

“Doll..” he echoes your nickname in the same timbre, playfully mocking you, as he often did.

You can feel the his smile against your skin when he briefly nuzzles his face against yours. It’s then that you realize that his hands are also wandering, slipping beneath the sheets to skim along your sides.

“I can almost guarantee you that we do not have time for this today,” you say as you lock eyes with him.

He leans over you, propped up on one arm to stare back into your eyes with a devil-may-care grin.

“Maybe a Christmas miracle’ll happen.” He shrugs, leaning in again to attach his lips to your neck.

“Oh, you believe in miracles all of sudden?” You ask sarcastically as your eyes fall closed again.

A soft sigh leaves your lungs as you gently stretch and relax into the sheets, tilting your head to allow him better access to your neck.

Maybe a Christmas miracle would happen. You cross your fingers.

“Believe in ‘em?” He scoffs, warm breath blowing over your neck. “I’ve seen one firsthand. How the hell else could I have landed you?”

He smirks and sinks his teeth into your skin, feeling rather proud of himself for that one, because he can practically hear you rolling your eyes when you echo his scoff.

“Must be all the smooth one liners,” you tease, letting your hands roam to seek out the only present that you’re really hoping for today.

You find it without much trouble. His morning wood is just inches from your thigh. You slowly drag your fingers along his shift before wrapping your hand around the barely contained erection, concealed only by his boxers.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, sighing as he readjusts to swivel his hips towards you.

He starts bucking them gently, shifting upwards into your grasp while he starts sucking on your neck again to stifle the desperate moans threatening to spill from his lips.

“Shit,” you moan, eyes briefly rolling back when his tongue finds that special spot on your neck. “Baby, do you really think we might have enough time?”

“We can make it quick,” he mutters impatiently, tossing back the sheets in a hurry as he moves to position himself between your legs.

The both of you are veterans when it comes to quickies. You thought you were good at ‘em before you had kids, but now? It’s an art form that you have perfected.

You reach down to haphazardly bunch up the hem of your nightgown and pull your panties to the side while he tugs his boxers down far enough to let his pierced erection spring free.

“Remind me to eat you out later,” he murmurs, eyes flitting to yours as he dons a grin that makes your pussy throb even before he guides the head of his cock between your folds.

“Maybe I’ll just sit on your face,” you muse, eyes fluttering closed and a soft moan escaping you when he shifts his hips.

“Merry Christmas to me. I hope you do,” he replies huskily, smirking as he sheathes his length inside of you in one smooth thrust.

Both of you take a brief moment to savor the feeling, intentionally quiet noises of pleasure flooding the room. You lift your hips, grinding them forward while his begin to roll. He’s just about to pick up the tempo when the sound of little feet start pattering down the hall.

“Babe,” you whisper, pressing your hands to his chest as your head whips towards the door.

“I hear ‘em. Just know this means I’m pounding the fuck out of you later,” he murmurs as he leans in to steal a kiss, a handsome smirk lingering on his lips when he pulls away to fall back into bed beside you.

He tucks his suddenly softening cock back into his boxers and you adjust your clothes while he grabs the covers and tugs them over the both of you.

“Ssh!” You hear your five year old’s voice in the hall.

She’s giggling despite her warning to keep quiet and so is your 3 year old son as the sound of their footsteps grow closer to your door.

You and Touya employ your acting skills, pretending to be fast asleep just before the door slowly creaks open.

“I told you they’re still sleeping,” your daughter whispers as she crosses into the room, creeping closer to the bed with her brother right on her heels.

“Let’s get daddy!” Your son suggests in the loudest whisper you’ve ever heard.

You peek one eye open to look at your husband, who can’t seem to help the warm smile that graces his features. You close your eyes again and wait, though it doesn’t take long for your children to make their move.

“Daddy!” Your daughter cheers as she launches herself onto his side of the bed.

“It’s Christmas!” Your son exclaims as he joins her, pouncing directly onto his father’s chest.

“Oof!” He grunts, a huge grin spreading across his face as he let’s our a jolly chuckle that could rival even old St. Nick’s. “It’s Christmas? So what? What’s that mean?”

He sits up to wind an arm around both of them, his tickling fingers getting to work immediately, sending both children into laughing fits as they try to squirm out of his grasp.

“Santa!” Your son squeals, scrambling towards your side of the bed as you sit up, smiling fondly at the scene in front of you.

“Yeah! Santa came, daddy!” Your daughter manages to inform him through her giggles while trying in vain to protect her ticklish sides.

“Good morning!” Your son greets you, tilting his head back when he plops down into your lap as your arms wind around him.

“Good morning, mommy!” Your daughter echoes his greeting as Touya finally takes mercy on her.

“Good morning,” you reply, beaming as you press a kiss to the top of your son’s forehead and then lean over to do the same to your daughter. “So you guys already saw the tree? Santa came and left us all presents?”

“Yeah! I saw my name! And brother’s and sister’s and yours and daddy’s too!” Your daughter excitedly informs you, practically bouncing on the bed, which seems to give her an idea, because she rises to her feet. “Let’s open presents!”

Her brother joins her, climbing out of your lap to stand up as the two of them start jumping up and down in the space between you while chanting for presents. Touya chuckles and glances over at you to exchange smiles before he stands and loops his arms around the kids again.

“Alright, alright, we’ll do presents,” he says as he tucks one beneath each arm and starts carrying them off, making them squirm and giggle. “We gotta get your sister first though. Why don’t you two go find one with your names on ‘em and mommy and I will be right there?”

He sets them down near the bedroom door and they cheer before they take off. You rise from the bed, watching him as he watches your children go. There’s a smile on his face, but he looks a little lost in thought. He doesn’t seem to notice you approach until your hand reaches out to take his and he snaps out of it.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” You ask quietly as you slip your arms around his middle.

He folds his arms around you in return, peeking at you for only a moment before he looks down, a little embarrassed by the sheer amount of emotions that he’s feeling.

“How lucky I am. Thank you, doll. For everything,” he whispers, placing a kiss to your scalp as he gives you a long squeeze.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” you say softly, closing your eyes as you hug him back tightly.

He closes his eyes, holding you a little tighter while he sends off a prayer to any and every deity that he’s ever heard of. He never wanted to lose this. He’d lost a family once and he’d survived, but he wouldn’t make it through losing this one.

He feels a slight pressure just beneath his eyes and he knows what’s coming. Usually he tries to fight it, but he knows it’s hopeless this morning.

“Merry Christmas, doll,” he replies as a crimson tear slips over his cheek from under his stapled seam.

The baby starts fussing down the hall and you pull away, only to stop when you realize that she isn’t the only one who’s crying. You reach up to cup his face, delicately swiping the tear away with the pad of your thumb before your gaze finds his.

“Are you okay, baby?”

He nods, a tender smile on his lips as he cradles your head in both hands and plants a kiss to you forehead.

“I’ve never been happier,” he says sincerely. “I’ll go get her. You wrangle the other gremlins.”

With a gentle swat to your behind, he heads down the hall and you turn to look at him over your shoulder. A smile spreads across your face as you watch him swing open the door to the nursery and beam at your other daughter, who can be heard giggling inside, amused by the funny face he makes as he enters the room.

You shake your head, still grinning like a fool as you make your way towards the living room, where your eldest is doing her best with her newfound reading skills to sort out the gifts.

“Lemme help you, sweetheart,” you say as you pick up one of the wrapped presents from beneath the tree.

A few minutes later, Touya arrives with your 18 month old on his hip. She stares in wonder at the presents and start kicking her tiny legs while pressing on his arms.

“Down,” she requests in the most adorable, excited little voice.

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckles, finding a place on the floor to plop down, so that he can set her free and keep a close eye on her.

He keeps an eye on all of you, basking in the wonder of a Christmas morning that he never thought he’d live to see, let alone celebrate with his own family.

He watches the children dance around while impatiently waiting to tear into their piles of presents. He watches you take you youngest daughter into your lap and help her tear away the wrapping paper on one of her gifts, which she finds more interesting than the gift itself. He watches you crawl over and reach way under the tree to retrieve a small, rectangular gift.

“This one’s yours,” you say as you sit down beside him and offer him the package. “Feel like it’s important to note that this one’s from me and not Santa.”

He furrows his brow, smiling curiously as he glances over at you before he turns his attention to the gift in his hands. He tears the paper away and finds a box, which he lifts the top of of to reveal a familiar looking white stick inside.

Pregnant is what it says.

You watch his face and are blessed enough to see the moment of realization on his face. His eyes go wide and he suddenly grins so wide that you’re worried he might lose a staple.

“I’m gonna be a dad again?” He asks excitedly, sounding the teeniest bit choked up, though he’d never confess to that.

“Yes,” you confirm, nodding your head as you mirror his elated expression.

He chuckles in disbelief and throws his arms around you, pulling you in to hug you tight and press his lips to your scalp again.

“I love you so much,” he murmurs, pulling away to cup your face in his hand and kiss you like he means it, because he does. He’s never meant anything more.

Before you can respond, he pulls away and looks down at your belly, placing his hand over it gently.

“And I love this one already,” he adds softly.

Tears of joy threaten to spill from your own eyes now as you place your hand over his.

“We love you too. We’re just as lucky to have you, baby. All of us,” you say quietly.

He leans in to press his smiling lips to yours again, his head already filling with what next year might look like. The sounds of the children squealing and screaming fade away as he presses his forehead to yours to look into your eyes.

“Merry Christmas, doll. Thank you.”

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[miioouu]

4- Somnophilia: Dabi/Todoroki Touya

He hadn't had a good sleep for a while now. He tossed and turned for hours and hours and yet he couldn't shut his mind down. He doesn't know what pushed him to get out of his awful bed, put his shoes on and make his way to your house. Could be the exhaustion, could be that he missed you, honestly he doesn't care right now, all he could think of is the comfort of your bed and the warmth of your body pressed against his. He carefully slipped into your house, and even more delicately slipped into your sheets. That was the solution to his problems, in a second he was off to dreamland.

You wake up in the middle of the night with the need to drink some water, and yet something was preventing you from getting up. You felt his arm wrapped around your waist, the faint smell of ashes tickling your nose; a smile carved its way to your lips. You carefully turned to face him, you were met with a peaceful sight. Nothing about Touya is peaceful, and yet, when he's sleeping he just looks so serene, so calm, you feel your heart just skip a beat. Although you loved seeing him like that, it's only when he groaned in his sleep, pulling you closer to him, you felt his naked chest pressed to yours. Suddenly your thirst for water turned into something else.

He's done it to you before, you knew he was ok with it. You peeled the blanket off of his body, his burned chest steadily heaving, his shorts hanging low on his hips, and riding up his thighs; he moves a lot in his sleep. Your mouth watered at the sight, your fingers itching to touch him, and so you did. Light brushes sliding down his body, from his neck, down his collarbones and brushing along his toned arms; fortunately, he's a heavy sleeper. You'd tease him if you could, but it's been a while since you've seen your lover, you needed him badly. You slowly took off his shorts, butterflies in your stomach at the sight of him. You were careful to not wake him up as you straddle him, your clothed core rubbing against him, making him visibly hard, and you even wetter. Your nails scratching at his shoulder, digging into his skin, not enough to hurt him, but enough to keep your grasp at reality. The feeling of your wet panties starting to get uncomfortable, your needs skyrocketing, at this point you're only torturing yourself. Quickly you pushed the fabric to the side, rubbing yourself up and down his member, feeling his tip and veins brushing against your clit, so heavenly. And when you grew frustrated, you finally decided to lift yourself up slightly, only to sink back on his dick; a soft sigh escaped your lips.

Your head was thrown back, your nails scratching down his chest as you bounced up and down his dick; the pleasure too good to care about waking him up, and in all honesty you hope he wakes up soon. You're not used to taking control, he always liked to be the one in charge. "Sit back, let me help you feel good, kitten." his signature phrase that he'd always whispered, carved into your mind at this point. But you wanted to return the favor, be the one to help him feel good this time, so you pushed through the ache in your knees, the tiredness in your arms, and you mainly focused on the ecstasy. The knot in your stomach is getting tighter and tighter, though never enough to break, and you're really irritated now. Your pace is getting faster, erratic, you fell forward slightly, your face inches away from his, and that's when you saw it, the smirk on his lips and the sleepiness still in his eyes, mixed with malice. You shouldn't have been embarrassed, it shouldn't have phased you, and yet here you are, stopping all movement, your cheeks getting hot, and when you tried to pull away slightly, he stopped you. His hands find your hips, keeping you close. Using his grip on you, he began to move you, making his tip rub just so perfectly against that sweet spot, you melted. You couldn't keep yourself up anymore, you couldn't keep your voice down; a choked out moan of his name echoing in the room, followed by a low chuckle "I would ask you where you'd get that naughty idea from, but I think I know."

He kept the teasing low, he's too tired to play tough right now, he's too tired to not just give into the pleasure. He was quick to take the reign though; sat up, he wrapped his arms around you, his feet dug into the mattress as he started to thrust up into you. Each one making you jump on top of him, with your head falling back, your whole body exposed to him like that, he couldn't help but sink his teeth into your flesh and decorate you with purples and blues. You were already close, just missing one thing for you to reach your high, and when you finally got it, finally got all the attention you wanted, you couldn't hold it in, no matter how hard you tried. Your back creating the perfect arch, your mouth opening in a silent moan, you came. A few thrusts later, Touya stilled in you, his head resting on your chest as he reached his high. He pulled away a few moments later and looked at you with a smile "I really like sleeping over, kitten."

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[bbyseok]

like a moth to a flame

pairing: dabi x reader

cw: villain dabi, pro hero reader, gender neutral reader but dabi calls reader “doll” because i’m obsessed, mentions of passing out, blood, and violence, dabi kinda uses his quirk on reader/slight burning, extremely suggestive/borderline smut, slight dubcon, mild humiliation/degradation, marking/biting, mild choking, kissing n groping, i think that’s all

analysis: when an attack on the league goes wrong, you suddenly find yourself like moth to a flame.

a/n: this is entirely horikoshi’s fault blame him and his latest sketch of dabi for this bc i seriously wasn’t able to function after seeing it ANDDD bc dabi’s dance was so good animated like ugh

———

it’s too dark to see anything. it’s so, so dark, engulfing you and whatever’s around. now, normally, the darkness doesn’t deter you. you can see through it sometimes, but your vision spins and blurs.

you can feel coarse dirt underneath your arms as you crawl forward to nothingness. “fuck.” the simple curse escapes you gruffly and you can somewhat open your eyes a bit more.

the voices of the other heroes reign somewhere in the distance and you can faintly hear the creaking and splintering of branches. the roar of flames is overwhelming.

“fuck,” you hiss once more, pushing yourself to at least stumble up somehow, and the night sky’s faint luminance is now streaming in.

you must’ve passed out or something—the fresh smell of fire reaches your nostrils and you burst into dry coughs. you can literally taste the smoke in your throat and it’s awful.

it had been a carefully articulated and planned attack on the league of villains. after going through some suspicious reports and sightings, based on some other inside information, the commission decided it was time to snuff them out.

at least three organized patrols had been assigned—with some of the top heroes accompanying and a good majority of the police force on standby.

it seemed like everything was going to go well. the heroes supposedly had all the cards in their hands. until something with the main patrol came up—there were more targets not on the capture list, the police were no longer on standby and your radios were going crazy with static and voices.

and your patrol had been split up when things had went wrong.

once you’re finally standing, you register the bright blueness of the flames that surround you—it drowns out the shadows of the night and it has you wincing from the heat. thankfully, you’re not in the frenzy of the fire.. but the scorch is nearly blistering.

it’s clear that one of the league members had the woods to his advantage—the commission had planned around it by sending heroes with water-based quirks to deflect such attacks and yet.. it seems like something had backfired. the blaze is unyielding as ever.

you wince once more and analyze yourself for any severe injuries. definitely some scratches and bruises, probably some sore (or even broken) ribs but it’s nothing you can’t manage. you need to get back to the others.

smoke curls through the towering trees that aren’t burning down. despite the ache in the back of your head and everything else in your body screaming at you, you make your way through the greenery that isn’t alight, trying to listen to the sounds of the nearby battle.

“well, well, well.. aren’t you a bit far off from your friends, little hero?” there’s a voice that calls out to you, low and snickering. it stands out amongst the chaos. “are you lost?”

fuck.

the last thing you wanted was to run into the criminal behind all this fire—and just your luck. you’ve never met the infamous arsonist before despite your line of work, but you’ve read the files, seen the videos, took in the very little information of him. dabi. and you freeze in place, wary as you glance around.

you can’t pinpoint where his voice came from, and then he’s speaking again. “scared?” it’s paired with that mocking laugh. he sounds like a predator that’s caught his prey.

and dammit, right now, you are his prey.

you know he’s taunting you, trying to provoke you—and it’s working, alright. “the only one scared right now is you-!” you reply defiantly, still scanning your surroundings, “you’re the one hiding, you damn coward!”

there’s the noise of a fresh searing wave of heat behind you and you hiss in alarm, twisting on your heel to see if he’s there—only to be met with no one still. fuck, he’s toying with you.

“why are you even here?” you protest, hands balled up into fists as you continue to slowly turn around. “shouldn’t you be helping out your fellow league members?”

for a while, he doesn’t answer over the crackles and pops of the fire. and then he laughs again. “ah, they’ll be just fine without me for a while!” he declares, “and i just couldn’t help myself when i saw a little lost mouse like you wandering about.”

something sends tingles down your back but you have no time to decide what it is when you hear him behind you again. but you’re too late to react, and you’re shoved face first back into the ground.

dabi laughs again; it’s a sickening sound and you can hear the tainted delight in it. and to your horror, you realize that—his stupid fucking laugh—is what sends shivers down your spine.

there’s weight being pressured on your lower back and a surge of humiliation washes over you when you realize he’s stepping on you. you squirm in resistance.

“can’t say that i’ve seen your face before, doll,” he coos as he leans forward. you yelp in pain as the heel of his boot digs sharply into your back. “won’t you tell me your name?”

with a scowl and a shout of frustration, you manage to push him off and scramble back onto your feet. “fuck you! like i’d ever tell you!”

when you’re facing him again, your stomach twists. there’s a predatory smirk on his lips and the heat from the flames tousles his hair. “ah, don’t worry! ‘m sure i’ll get you to tell me one way or another.”

you lunge for him, aiming to attack and catch him off guard but he maneuvers to the side. his arm raises up in the corner of your peripheral and you narrowly dodge a blast of his flames.

your feet nearly slip when you face him again but he’s rushing forward on the offensive—you scream in terror once you see his hand aimed right for your head but then-

his hand wraps around your throat, and there’s that menacing grin on his face again—like he wants to eat you alive and leave nothing left.

“oh, doll.” his laugh is still taunting and raspy. the sound curls and tickles your abdomen and you shiver just hearing it—oh god, it shouldn’t be affecting you like this, he shouldn’t be affecting you like this. “shouldn’t you be fighting me?”

his movements are too fucking quick—his legs move forward and yours backward and you fucking whimper once your back slams against a tree that’s somehow still standing.

the noise has a flicker of surprise and thrill flitting over dabi’s face. and then his wicked smirk grows as he leans in. “you like this, don’t you, doll?”

you want to say that you don’t—you had whimpered because of the pain and that you’d rather throw yourself in the fire around you before admitting that. but you’re hyper aware of the hand around your throat and the knee between your thighs and you can’t fucking think.

it must be written all over your face because he tightens his grip ever so slightly and drawls, “oh, you do.”

your blood is rushing because fuck, he’s right.

“f-fuck off,” you wheeze out, your hands braced against his chest in a half-assed attempt to keep him at bay—but his unspoken threat of burning right through your throat hangs in the air. “let me.. go.”

“but you like this,” he insists menacingly. his shifts his knee even higher and you can’t help but gasp. “the little hero caught by me. look at you, doll, squirming on my thigh so helpless.”

his words have your cheeks heating up. mortified by your body’s responsiveness, you struggle again.

“don’t do that, doll,” he growls in warning, “or else.”

there’s heat emitting from his palm and you can feel your skin burning slightly—it fucking hurts but he’s controlling the heat with precision and the realization of you being completely at his mercy makes you melt.

when he retracts his hand back, the singe on your skin makes you feel lightheaded. “there,” dabi clicks his tongue in satisfaction, “your pretty neck is all marked up.”

and then he’s tangling his fingers into your hair, yanking it roughly so that your lips meet his. his other hand tugs at the remains of your hero costume to feel your body underneath his rough fingertips.

instinctively, you try to resist but once his hand tugs your hair again, you can’t help but reciprocate his forced kiss. in some sort of way of retaliation, you bite at his lip as hard as you can, tasting blood.

he pulls back with a hiss. and yet, his tongue swipes at the scarlet dotting his lower lip, and you try to squeeze your legs together at the sight. he doesn’t miss the action—and his leg presses even more. his bright blue eyes gleam and he snarls. “why don’t i make you bleed instead, doll?”

you open your mouth to snap back but he ducks his head down and you feel his teeth against the tender skin of your neck. a cry rips from you as he continues on to mark up your collarbone with bites.

“what would your allies think?” he mocks you, his nose skimming up along your throat. he sneers against your jawline, “your friends? your family? a hero like you abandoning those who need your help right now to have some fun with a villain like me?”

his words are making your head throb.. you should be fighting back, should be throwing him off and subduing him. you should be putting him behind bars and locking him up where he belongs. but all the sensations on your body say otherwise.

“just- just shut up and kiss me,” you gasp, half demanding, half pleading. one of your hands grab the back of his neck to pull him to you but he leans back, sneering once again.

“no, no, doll- you’re not gonna have your way just like that.” dabi grips your thigh and suddenly hoists it up—painfully without warning so you can feel him. “answer my question.”

a soft moan leaves your lips. the shame burns much hotter than his flames and it’s taking everything in you to look at him in the eye.

“i- i-” you stammer, unable to find the words to answer him. they’d be ashamed of you, of course. helplessly falling into this trap and savoring this villain’s touch.

“they’d be so proud of you, wouldn’t they?” dabi supplies, grinning at the mess he’s made you. “you just melt when i get my hands on you, doll. so pathetic.”

another moan resonates from your throat and he chuckles in devilish delight. “c’mon, hero,” he purrs and his hips suddenly roll forward once. “i wanna hear you say it.”

“i’m-” his movement is all you can focus and fuck, everything feels so hot. the flames, your body, him. you feel like you’re drowning in heat and the shame makes your heart lurch. “i’m pathetic-”

“that’s right,” he hisses, and you whimper in pain again when his calloused fingers yank down on your hair. his teeth clash against yours and you can feel the staples along his tongue—the kiss is all messy and you think you’re going to pass out again.

when he finally relents and pulls back, his dark gaze is captivating, promising. “won’t you tell me your name now, doll?”

oh, he’s going to burn you. your name, your reputation, your body, your heart, your everything.

and like a moth to a flame, you let him.

you tell him your name.

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[fantasydaydreamers]

💜7 mins in heaven with Dabi: Pt. 3💙

Continuation of Part 2

Weeks have passed since you left Touya on read with no further attempts on his end to reach out. Life continued on, attending classes as usual and spending time with friends. It was actually...kind of boring.

You hate to admit it, but those two days were probably the most exciting events to have happened since you started college.

Why can't I stop thinking about him?!

Sighing, you grab your bag and stand up from your seat as the professor dismisses everyone. Walking out of the door, you glance at the clock and debate whether or not you wanted to go to the library.

It was getting pretty late in the evening and your bed was calling your name. However, you had a big project due soon and you really wanted to get it done and over with. Sighing again, you clutch your bag closer to your chest as you open the door to the building, the windy cold air smacking you in the face.

What to do what to do...

Your eyes moved back and forth between the dorm buildings and the library building, fighting an inner battle in your head as you walked, the deciding split path coming closer.

"Let's go Touya! I'm fucking freezing!"

Immediately your eyes zeroed in on the source, seeing Keigo pull Touya along the path from the dorms, heading your way.

Library it is.

You speed up, keeping your head down in hopes of them not recognizing you. You could only pray that what happened with Touya was a one-time thing and not something he held onto. There are plenty of other girls on campus he has yet to get with...right?

The thought made you shiver as you reached the split path just as Keigo and Touya reached it. Please please please please-

"Hey, (Y/n)!"

Fuck.

You look towards Keigo's bright smile, his cheeks flushed pink from the cold, a beanie hat pulled over his head as blonde hair stuck out wildly from underneath.

You dare to glance at Touya, who stood silently next to Keigo, in nothing but his black sweatshirt and a pair of black sweatpants. His hoodie was pulled up though, and his hair looking unfairly sexy with how wind ruffled the front was. His expression was cool, completely unbothered by the wind chill.

"Hey..." you respond hesitantly feeling heat crawl up your cheeks despite how cold it was. You pray your cheeks were already flushed so Touya didn't notice.

"Where are you off to?" Keigo asks as he walks in place, probably trying to keep his blood moving.

"Library," you nod towards the building lamely. You couldn't understand why Keigo was talking to you. Sure, he was a nice, friends or at least acquaintances with everyone on campus, so you knew of him, but never really chatted with him until now. Besides, he was best friends with Touya so you weren't sure just how 'nice' he really was.

"Boooo! Come with us, we're heading to get some hot chocolate and then going to watch a movie in Hitoshi's dorm." Keigo shoots you another smile as your eyes widen in shock.

Getting invited to hang out with Touya's little gang of friends was probably something girls on campus would kill for. Not only is everyone in the group insanely attractive, but all of them have a bad reputation for something.

Your mind reels as you try to name every single person in Touya's group, failing, as your eyes frantically flicker over to the said man who was staring you down with a hooded look. "I- uh- have a project due," you answer, still confused as to why this was happening.

Keigo rolls his eyes dramatically. "When is it due?"

You purse your lips hesitantly. "Two...weeks..." Now sounding like a goody-two-shoes, you cringe at yourself as Keigo looks at you in disbelief.

"(Y/n)! That's plenty of time! C'mon pleaseee?! I haven't seen you since the party and wanted to catch up!"

Keigo walks up to you, putting his arm around your shoulders as you're all but pulled back down the path you came towards the campus cafe.

"Catch...up?" You repeat, knowing damn well Keigo knew nothing about you in general.

"Yeah!" Keigo starts walking faster and you stumble trying to keep up. "God, I hate this weather. Touya how are you so calm right now?"

You tsk softly and murmur, "maybe because he's cold-blooded." Keigo pauses in his steps and then throws his head back laughing.

"Just for that, (Y/n), your hot chocolate is on me!"

With curiosity getting the better of you, you let yourself be dragged along wanting to see just what was in store for you tonight.

Touya silently walked behind you and Keigo, the feeling of eyes on your back warming you up with the holes they were burning.

~*~*~*~*

Hitoshi's dorm was nicer than you expected.

Touya weirdly had a key to the room and let you three inside without knocking.

"'Toshi!" Keigo called out. "We brought a friend to movie night!"

You clutch the hot drink in your hands as you look around, a single small kitchen off to the left and the living room straight ahead. It must be the largest dorm you can get because this almost felt like an apartment.

You didn't know Hitoshi really. Last semester he was in the same history class as you and was quiet as a mouse. Never spoke up or caused any problems; just came to class and left.

A head of purple hair peeked around the right entranceway to the living room. "Hey come in. Tomura and Yo are already here...I'm just getting some extra blankets."

Before you could lift your hand in a half-hearted greeting, the head disappears again and you're left wondering why this supposed group of badass guys are having a movie night together.

I mean...I'm all for it, but still...not what I expected.

Keigo takes off to the living room yelling Yo's name. There was a silent beat before a large 'oof' was heard and loud shouts and thumps started. Boys, you think shaking your head as you take another sip of your hot chocolate.

"Well...it's not a coffee date but it's something."

You jump, the smooth deep voice hitting your ears closer than expected. You forgot Touya was even with you with how silent he had been.

"Coffee date?" You repeat, annoyed.

"Yeah. I offered to take you out."

You lift your cup and look back and forth between him and the hot chocolate.

"You didn't even pay for this?"

"So you'll let me take you out for real?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Does it look like I am?"

Touya steps closer making you step back. His eyes were serious but still hooded and mysterious like he was hiding something. His true intentions maybe.

Rolling your eyes, you huff and shift your stance before turning to walk into the living room, leaving Touya alone.

Keigo, and you're guessing 'Yo,' were in the middle of the room rolling around on the ground with what once was fun wrestling turned serious. The other boy who you assumed was Tomura sat crisscrossed on the couch with a Nintendo Switch in his hands, completely ignoring the testosterone match going on below him.

God, this was so awkward. You didn't know anyone here and the other boys seemed to engrossed in their own activities to notice you. Just as you were about to turn back around, a blanket draped over your shoulders.

"(Y/n), right?" Hitoshi greets you with a tired smile, his lip ring glinting in the light. "We had a class last semester together?" Your mouth parts slightly, not remembering Hitoshi being this attractive. The lip ring caught your attention, but also the barbell through his eyebrow.

Closing your mouth, gulping, your eyes briefly widen in shock before blinking once, surprised that he remembered you. "Yeah, hey. Sorry for intruding...I didn't really have a choice since Keigo dragged me here."

Not true. You could've easily and firmly denied the invite, but you didn't.

Hitoshi buys the excuse though, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, he's like that. You know Keigo."

"Yeah..." you agreed solemnly.

No, actually, you didn't know. You don't know anyone here really.

You both look at the two boys now sweating slightly as they grunted across the floor. Hitoshi sighs and raises his voice slightly. "If you two don't stop I'll get Katsuki over here."

That seems to make Keigo freeze, but Yo uses that opportunity to pin him down. "Kat isn't gonna do shit," Yo tsks, breathing heavily.

You look back at Hitoshi, seeing in your peripheral that Touya has now entered the room, staring at the blanket that had been placed over your shoulders with a weird look on his face.

Hitoshi doesn't notice, rolling his eyes at Keigo as he taps the ground three times, gasping as Yo lets him go. "You're just mad he beats you every time." Hitoshi snorts, throwing two blankets over the boys before walking over to Tomura and handing him one.

"It's always a tie!' Yo yanks the blanket off his head and scowls before noticing you. "Oh. Hey."

As if nothing happened, a confident smirk appears on his face and you couldn't help but laugh. It was ridiculous seeing how disheveled he looked along with the still clutched blanket in his lap, trying to smooth talk you.

Keigo suddenly sits up, throwing the blanket off. "Oh! Guys, this is (Y/n)!"

You wave shyly and look around, Tomura only lifts a hand, still not paying attention. Hitoshi motions you over to the other couch so you could sit down.

"Sorry for intruding," you repeat again, placing your drink down on the center coffee table and bag on the floor before situating yourself under the blanket to warm up more. Hitoshi casually sits down next to you on your right, closer than you expected.

You eye him warily and go to move over when Touya sits down. Now trapped between two God-like men, you sink into the couch trying to breathe evenly.

"So what movie are we watching?" Keigo hops up next to Tomura, causing him to make an annoyed sound as his game was disrupted. Yo takes his blanket and collapses in a large beanbag in the corner of the room, stretching out.

"Why is a girl here?" Yo asks instead, shooting you another once-over.

A very good question that you would like to know the answer to as well.

"She's a friend," Touya finally speaks up and that made Tomura pause his game, making all the guys stare at you.

Heat rushes to your face as you turn to Touya. "Not a friend."

The corner of his lip curls up slightly. "Girlfriend?"

Your mouth drops open in shock as Touya fights a smirk. Heat radiated off your cheeks as the rest of the room watches silently.

"Not even if you were the last guy on earth." Seething, you're about to stand up and walk out of the dorm in embarrassment and straight to the registration office to transfer schools when something lands on your lap.

"Mreow~"

Your face is suddenly blank as the cat rubs its forehead against your arm looking for pats.

"A cat?" Dumbly, you lift your hands and scratch behind the cat's ears lightly as it starts to purr. "We can have pets on campus?"

Hitoshi coughs slightly. "Uh...no. But she just followed me one day so as her chosen owner, I took her in." His statement was said with pride so you couldn't help but smile slightly down at the large cat now curled in on your lap purring contently.

"Anyway, meet Mimi. She usually doesn't like people and rarely comes out of my room so...this is new." Hitoshi says in slight awe, watching you pet Mimi.

Touya shifts uncomfortably next to you making you look at him. He's looking at Mimi warily and leans away, finally giving you some space. Before you could ask, Keigo speaks up for you. "Touya and cats don't get along. Mimi doesn't like him."

You condescendingly pout at Touya and in a mocking voice you couldn't help yourself but say, "Aweee~ it's the only pussy you can't get."

You freeze, shocked that you just said that out loud. It takes all but three long seconds before the room erupts with laughter, Keigo falling off the couch as Yo wheezes on the beanbag. Hitoshi's shoulders are shaking next to you and Tomura grins at you from across the room.

"I like her," he finally speaks up for the first time since you've been here.

You're still embarrassed by your boldness and dare to look back at Touya who looks somewhat embarrassed himself that he can't get along with cats. Noticing you looking at him, he recovers his expression and murmurs low enough that only you can hear over the laughter and teasing in the room.

"It's not the only one."

You glare but bite back a grin of victory seeing Touya look annoyed at being the center of the joke, especially with his reputation.

"Oh, (Y/n), I knew I liked you!" Keigo wipes a tear from his eyes and you look at all the other boys in the room who are looking at you as if they're seeing you for the first time. "I'm texting Kat this."

"Put it in the group chat for everyone," Tomura speaks up again, looking down at Keigo's phone with him.

"Just...put the fucking movie on," Touya speaks up again, irritation clear in his voice, glancing down at your lap once more in disappointment.

Hitoshi snorts and reaches for the remote, still smirking in amusement.

Maybe this night will pay off after all.

~*~*~*~*

Halfway through the movie, you couldn't even pay attention because you were too busy trying not to fall asleep. Touya and Hitoshi were providing heat on both sides of you since Mimi hopped off your lap sometime earlier to sit on Tomura.

It was some action, horror movie that apparently Keigo had suggested so the only one who talked through it was Keigo, making comments or explaining everything that was going on. It was when Touya threw a pillow at him with Yo yelling at him to shut up was when Keigo grumbled and quieted down.

You yawn for the nth time in a row, eyelids drooping lower with your vision becoming blurry. Shifting your position, you cross your legs up on the couch bundling up under the blankets. Your knee happened to rest on Touya's thigh as you shifted so you expected him to move over.

He didn't.

Instead, a hand slowly crawled its way under your blanket and rested on your knee, fingers circling it softly.

The movement made you shiver, discretely looking at Touya whose eyes were fixated on the TV. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him, his fingers now dancing up and down your thigh, reaching a little higher with every stroke. You wanted to push his hand away but couldn't.

It felt...nice.

A sigh was building up in your throat as you resisted the urge to lean back and arch into his hand. It felt so good and by his expression, you couldn't tell if he was intentionally doing this or not. His chin rested in his other hand, propped up on the armrest, his turquoise eyes flashing with whatever was happening in the movie.

You gulped, glancing around at the other boys, now wide awake as you tried to see if any of them were paying attention. Hitoshi had thankfully shifted when you did, giving you more space but you swear you could feel his hand close to your other knee.

You had worn long pants today, but the heat from Touya's palm was searing into your skin. A slow stroke of his hand up the inside of your thigh just brushing against your core had you abruptly closing your legs with a shocked squeak.

"You okay?" Hitoshi murmurs in your ear. You nod, not even being able to look at him with how inflamed your face was.

"Yeah...this movie is crazy." A pathetic excuse because you're not even sure if anything interesting happened. The other boys in the room glanced at you briefly before diverting their attention back to the screen.

You turn your head a little, pretending to scratch your head to look at Touya who was smirking darkly, his eyes burning low.

'Can I have my hand back?' He mouths, shifting his hand slightly so it rubs up and down your slit.

Your eyes widen, realizing you trapped his hand between your thighs. Jerking, you stand up suddenly causing Hitoshi to jump.

"Uh- I uh- sorry I have to go. I forgot I had something due tonight," you stumble over your words feeling your core throb. "Thanks for inviting me Keigo, and letting me stay Hitoshi." You grab your bag and your drink, hurrying to clean up after yourself. "Nice to meet you Yo and Tomura."

Avoiding the confused stares, you speed walk to the door, Touya, Keigo, and Hitoshi following you.

"Hey...it's no problem. You can come back anytime," Hitoshi says, "and see Mimi again," he quickly adds, clearing his throat.

You nod hastily, not really paying attention as Hitoshi opens the door for you. All you could think about was wanting to get out of there and hopefully never see these boys again.

And maybe relieve yourself in your bed when you get back to your room.

"I'm walking you back," Touya didn't leave any room for discussion just as Keigo was about to say something, closing the door to Hitoshi's dorm behind you two. You narrow your eyes at him, that infuriating smirk directed at you once again.

You storm off, Touya close behind.

It was dark out now, the campus paths being lit up by lamp posts and the few buildings with lights still on the inside. You cross your arms closer in your jacket when you suddenly have something handed to you.

"Put it on."

You grab the black hoodie without looking at him and shove it back. "I don't want it."

"I tried warming you up another way but-"

"Fucker!" Vehemently, you whip towards him and point a finger in his face. "What part of 'never' do you not understand?"

The low chuckle that left Touya's lips had a shiver running through you. It's just cold, (Y/n). It's the cold.

"Really? To me, it seemed like you wanted my hand there."

You storm off to your dorm building, wanting to get away from him as soon as possible. He was right and you hated it.

He knew he was right with the way his laugh trailed after you, shrugging his hoodie back on before catching up.

"It's ok to be honest, (Y/n)." Touya all but purred your name, avoiding the door you tried to slam in his face as you entered your building. You pray no one was up to see Touya with you.

Just as you were fumbling with your keys, shaking from anger, embarrassment, and arousal, tattooed hands trap you on either side of your dorm door.

"Turn around." Touya's sudden husky voice had you pausing, the low rumble of his voice making your eyes flutter. His voice was close to your ear, warm breath tickling over it.

Finally unlocking the door, you muster a glare, turning around and crossing your arms over your chest, only to come face to face with Touya's knowing gaze. "Good girl."

The glare quickly fell off your face, heat blossoming at the unexpected praise. Your breathing comes out shallow, finding it hard to look him in the eyes.

"Why deny it, (Y/n)? You want me," Touya says knowingly, leaning down closer to your neck, invading your space. Memories of being in the closet with him come flooding back. His scent, his voice, the lightheadedness you're starting to feel...

"N-no I-" You try to start, but lips brush over the sensitive part of your neck making you moan softly.

"Mm? I'm sure that pretty pussy is saying otherwise right now, hm?" Touya opens his mouth wider and sucks the sensitive skin into his mouth, making a whimper fall from your lips, your head rolling to the side as Touya marked your skin, his teeth scraping over it gently.

Your hand's fist Touya's hoodie, one of his legs moving to slot between yours. His thigh purposely pressing into where it ached the most. "Fuck...it's throbbing for me, (Y/n). Lemme take care of it..." He murmured against your neck, pulling back from your abused pulsing skin.

You were breathing harshly now, locking eyes with him as he flickered his gaze down to your lips and back to your eyes. Touya was also panting a bit, your breaths mingling as he leaned in more, eyes catching yours again just as your lips were about to touch.

Almost like he was asking if it was okay.

You hum, eyes lidded in anticipation as his hand gently moved off the door to cup your face and-

"That party was soooo funnnnn!"

"Noooo Touyaaaa wasn't thereee...he promiseedddd!"

The stumbling footsteps coming closer had you snapping out of it, their conversation registering in your head as you hurtfully detangle your hands from Touya's hoodie to reach blindly behind you and open the door.

"Leave me alone, Touya." Walking backwards into your room, you slam the door in his shocked face for good measure. Tears well up in your eyes as you lean your head against the door, no longer turned on, but hurt that you had to be reminded of the kind of person he is.

A long deep breath could be heard from the other side and a loud thump sounded against the wall making you flinch. Footsteps could be heard as he walked away, past the two people who didn't even recognize him but still babbled on about how hot he is.

You sniffle and get ready for bed, planning to take a hot shower and hopefully sleep forever when your phone buzzed with a DM notification.

bvrnt.eros messaged you

bvrnt.eros: i only want you, (Y/n)

You leave him on read and sigh.

What am I going to do...

→ Part 4

#dabi x reader #dabi x reader smut #dabi x reader lemon #touya x reader #touya x reader smut #touya x reader lemon #touya todoroki #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #mha x reader #mha x reader lemon #mha x reader smut #bnha x reader #bnha x reader smut #bnha x reader lemon #bnha imagines #mha imagines #mha dabi #shinsou hitoshi #yo shindo #keigo takami

[star-spirit-mayhem]

Teasing Dabi ~

TW: Smut, Implied Dom/Sub dynamics, Bondage, Gags, Voyeurism, Implied Punishment.

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Taking advantage of Dabi's willingness to go along with anything you plan for him by tying him up and teasing him as you make him watch you make yourself cum infront of him. His mouth is occupied with a pretty little gag and he's on his knees with his arms restrained behind his back, he's quiet and almost glaring at you with how intensely his eyes burn through you, watching your every move, trying to memorize every little sound you freely let out in an attempt to further torture and rile him up ; Its working, The only indicator of his resolve braking is the slight shiver he gives off, body radiating with the desire to touch you, to feel you, to devour you.

As you tip yourself over the edge on full display for him to see you lose your focused for just a moment, basking in the shaky pleasure orgasming in front of your boyfriend while he watched brought you, your eyes roll back for just a second but that was all Dabi needed. The second your attention wavered off of him he was burning his way out of his ropes and pulling the gag out of his mouth as he shoved you back onto the mattress making you fall back and lose balance before gasping loudly, more so at the surprise than the impact. "Think you can fucking tease me like that and get off without me? Fucking brat, that's what you are. You wanna cum so badly fine, you're not stopping until you're begging to, teach you some damn manners" Jokes on him though, that was the plan the entire time, shame it took him this long to start the night.

#Posting again bc it got 2 notes in a week and I genuinely dont believe that #dabi x reader #touya todoroki #dabi x y/n #dabi headcanons #dabi is touya #touya todoroki x reader #dabi x gender neutral reader #dabi x self insert #dabi x reader smut #dabi x yn #dabi x you #dabi x gn reader #Dabi x dom!reader #touya x reader smut #touya x you #touya x y/n #touya smut #touya x reader #todoroki touya smut #bnha dabi smut #sub dabi #subby dabi #sub!dabi

[mhathotfic]

Ha, exercising endorphins are crazy effective motivators apparently. Anyway, here's some yandere Dabi.

Warnings: yandere, homestock syndrome, codependency, implied abuse/a romanticized view of one's abuse, dubcon/noncon, implied breeding kink, cliffhanger ending

Pairing: Dabi (Touya Todoroki) x reader

Codependency, what a horrid drug that was.

Toxic and lethal, disgustingly sweet and impossible to give up. What a fucked way to say ‘I love you, I need you’, it's the only way they knew how to though.

And what a fucking mess that was too.

For her to love him, to need him as desperately as they needed air to live. A man who couldn't possibly know the meaning of, or reason why he loved her.

To love a monster who kept her under lock and key, who stole her from everything she once knew and loved.

What a mess.

She thinks she should hate him.

He's littered her flesh with marks, bruises and burns, evidence that he's touched her. Evidence that he's far too rough, too unstable to love as gently and sweetly as she deserves. She still runs her fingers along fresh marks as if they were trophies. Proof he loved her, just a touch too passionately.

She thinks she should run the next chance she gets, but she never takes it. What would she do if she left? He needs her to keep him sane, he's said so, told her over and over again. She needs to stay, she can't leave him!

She should say no, should hold her legs tightly together, but she couldn't help the way her body and heart betrayed her.

Couldn't help the stuttering gasps as long slender fingers entered her.

“Say it Doll, you know what I want to hear”

His voice is low with an almost pleading tone like he was the one begging for the pleasure of sweet release. Fingers moving painfully slow as he stared down at her withering form.

“Please T-Touya, l-love you!”

She pleads in response, desperate for him to believe her, that she wants to stay by him because she is just as in love with him.

His fingers speed up for a moment, hurtling her toward her orgasm only to stop abruptly. Pulling a whine from her and a confused look.

“Do you?”

He’s unreadable. Flat-toned and blank gaze as she struggled to sit up only to be pinned down by too-hot hands that threatened to burn her again.

“I do! I-I love you! I—”

“You'll make me a father then?”

Her eyes widened, he wants kids? He couldn't be a father, could he? She shouldn't let him, but, maybe a baby would be nice. Maybe it'll give her a real reason to stay maybe it'll make him better.

“P-please! Give me a baby!”

She pleads and he's quick to respond and push into her wait entrance.

Groaning at the warmth enveloping his cock and savoring it for a moment before starting a ruthless pace, only truly chasing his own pleasure, toying with her clit almost as if it was an afterthought.

#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x reader smut #todoroki touya x reader #todoroki touya x reader smut #touya x reader #touya x reader smut #tw yandere #tw abuse #tw dubious consent #tw non con

[bleubrri]

hi I don’t know if you are taking requests an if you are able to do so but can I request a threesome between toji x afab reader x touya you can choose whatever you would like if you would like?

⟡ ゚ ៹ ᴀʟʟ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɴᴏᴡ? — ᴛᴏᴊɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴛᴏᴜʏᴀ

༄ؘ ˑ contains: fingering , vaginal sex , m!receiving + f!receiving oral , edging , overstim , touya being a lil mean, cum eating , some ass eating , creampie , mention of anal , swearing , spit play , petnames ( doll, angel, baby, kid )

you weren’t sure about your new neighbours.

they hadn’t done anything wrong per say, but as you walked down the hallway to your apartment on the day they’d moved in and saw them both hauling boxes inside, alarm bells rung out in your head.

and sure, you can admit that you were judging books by their covers and whatnot, but the scars that littered the larger ones arms and the sleeves of tattoos that adorned the other weren’t exactly the monikers of good neighbours.

but, as time went on you berated yourself for being so shallow. they had come by about a week after moving in, introducing themselves and apologising, “sorry it’s taken us a while to say hi,” said toji with the scars. he had one right on the side of his lip that pulled upwards when he smiled. “just been getting settled, yknow?” touya added. and of course his sharp features were decorated with silver piercings–– along his eyebrow, a nose stud here, a lip ring there.

they’d both smiled so innocently that your brain glitched and heart stuttered, and you’d invited them in for some tea. the three of you had laughed and talked for hours and when they’d returned to their own apartment later that night you’d decided that you’d misjudged them.

maybe that’s why you allowed toji to embrace you as you were crying in the hallway. he’d caught you sniffling and fumbling to open your door, placing his large palm on your shoulder.

you’d burst into tears as he turned you to face him, not hesitating to pull you into his broad chest. choked apologies bubbled past your lips, but he shushed you and ran a hand down your spine in soothing lines.

“you wanna come in for a bit angel? we can keep you company.”

with a simple nod of your head you were being walked back down the hall and gently ushered into their apartment.

touya sat with his arms splayed across the back of the couch, fixated on some action movie and leaning his head back at the sound of the door opening.

in a flash he’s up from the couch and his long legs close the distance between you in a few strides.

“are you hurt?” he questions, cupping your face and using his thumbs to wipe at your tears.

the question surprises you as much as their shared looks of concern. you shake your head and offer a weak laugh.

“jus’ had a really shitty day yknow? i’m being stupid.” you sniff.

touya leads you to the couch as toji places a glass of water into your hand.

“none of that, doll.” touya says, “you’ll be fine, we’ve got you.” he laces his fingers with your free hand and you almost choke on the water.

“we can help you take your mind off of it if you’d like?” toji asks, his warm hand coming to rest on your thigh.

you don’t feel the need to ask him to clarify exactly what he means as he rubs soothing circles into your skin, inching his way towards the hem of your skirt.

“I––“ your breath hitches as toji slips his hand under your skirt and traces the hem of your panties.

“hm baby?” toji prompts.

“I’d like that.” you say and you gulp at the way they both smile.

toji’s calloused fingertips begin exploring your folds over the fabric of your panties, right over the growing wet spot.

touya’s hand is still in yours, his other one coming up to turn your face towards him.

“don’t you worry doll,” he leans in and ghosts his plush lips over yours, “we’ll take good care of ya.” he whispers as the cool metal of his piercing digs into your lips. he runs his hot tongue over your bottom lip, silently asking for permission that you’re quick to accept, parting your mouth for his wet muscle to slide in.

you don’t even realise toji is sliding your panties down as you subconsciously raise your hips to help him lower them past your ankles. touya’s fevered tongue dances with yours, the ball of metal in the centre of it making you moan into his mouth.

his sharp canines nip at the flesh of your lip as you feel his mouth curve into a smile. you gasp as a particularly hard bite is accompanied by toji slipping his middle finger past the first ring of your entrance.

he glides the pad of his finger against your sopping walls and swears you feel like fucking silk.

“shit–– you always this wet kid?” he says in awe, adding his ring finger and thrusting in and out of your sex. you feel the familiar coil in your lower abdomen forming as touya breathes,

“go on doll, he asked you a question.”

“I–– no it’s just––“ your voice raises an octave as toji curls his fingers, perfectly grazing that spongy spot deep inside you. his thick digits already make you feel so full. he presses the heel of his palm onto your throbbing clit and you actually shudder from the waves of pleasure washing over you.

“just you! it’s just you two…” you manage.

“well ain’t that sweet.” you can hear the amused lilt in toji’s voice.

“you gonna cum for us doll?” touya asks, moving his lips over your jugular and sinking his teeth into your neck. you hiss at the pain quickly followed by the soothing heat from his tongue and nod hastily.

the coil in your belly is getting tighter and your head falls back, giving touya more access to your neck. he slips his hands under your top and snaps the clasp of your bra in his haste. you cant bring yourself to care though, as his lithe fingers circle your nipples, gently pinching at them as they perk under his touch.

just as you feel yourself about to crash over the edge, your breathing increasing and your thighs beginning to shake, toji’s movements stop and he retracts his hand. he licks the gossamer strands of your slick from his fingers, humming at the taste of you with his pupils blown in lust.

you blink up at him, brows furrowed and chest heaving as your orgasm escapes you.

touya’s breath fans over your skin as he snickers, peppering kisses along your jaw between his words. “only place you’re cumming is on our cocks, baby.” he says, undoing his belt buckle.

saliva pools in your mouth as you watch his cock spring free and slap against his abdomen. it’s pretty–– so pretty that you can’t help but run your fingers over his curved shaft, admiring the veins that run along the sides and the tuffs of hair that lead to his happy trail.

“enjoying yourself doll?” he laughs.

before you can respond toji is grabbing your ankles and pulling you towards the edge of the couch. your legs are thrown over the end so that your ass is up in the air and your back curved. touya is standing above you, his eyes dark as he licks his lips.

“tongue out for me baby..” he mutters, hand coming to cup your jaw and tilt your head towards him. pink peeks out from between your teeth and he tugs at your chin to widen your mouth, spitting past your lips and watching it drip in the corner of your mouth. he uses his thumb to smear it along your puffy lips as he slides into the leather seat beneath you.

“you think she’s ready?” touya asks, his eyes lifting to toji who stands behind you, now stripped down to nothing. you turn your head slightly to catch him in your peripherals, watching him chuckle darkly.

“sure.” he smiles, punctuating it with the press of his cockhead to your dripping hole. the thickness of him is what has you clenching your fists in anticipation. the stretch of his fingers is nothing compared to the feeling of his tip sitting hot and heavy inside you as he works himself past each ring of muscle. you clench around him and grit your teeth at the pain that teeters on the cusp of burning pleasure. toji strokes at your hip as he shallowly thrusts into you, the lewd sounds of your cunt squelching with each brush of his length filling the room.

“gotta ease up for me, angel.” he coos.

“jus’ breathe, doll.” touya adds, pumping his cock a few times before bringing it before your lips. your eyes flutter closed as you take him into your mouth, hearing him groan from the heat and softness of your lips. you suck on his tip and run your tongue over his slit that weeps with pre, coating your tastebuds with the salty flavour of him. it relaxes you and makes the sting in your pussy dissipate as toji bottoms out, his hips flush against your ass.

you moan around touya’s dick, sending vibrations to the base of his spine and making more precum leak from his tip.

toji sets a steady pace, his thrusts hard as he holds a bruising grip onto your hips. the way his heavy balls slap your clit with each snap forward has you drooling, your saliva making touya slip further down your throat.

you’re breathing hard and trying to relax your oesophagus, but touya pinches your nose and pushes in further, wrapping his free hand around the bulge in your throat. the lack of oxygen is making your brain fuzzy and you gag around him, a low groan rumbling in his chest.

“take it.” touya growls as his thrusts continue, “you can take it, baby.”

now that his hand leaves your nose and grips your hair, you breath in deep and take him as far as you can, your nose brushing his abs that flex and glisten with sweat.

toji grunts behind you, pussydrunk to the point that he doesn’t realise his blunt nails are digging crescents into your ass as he kneads at the fat. he lets a string of saliva drip from his mouth onto your asshole, mesmerised by the way it glistens as he smears it around with the pads of his fingers.

“you gonna let me fuck you here next time?” he asks, rolling his hips to brush against your cervix. his moans laced with desire make your thighs shake and your pussy clench around his length.

“bet you’re just as tight here…” he mutters, lowering his head to slip his tongue into your clenching hole.

a guttural moan escapes you that has touya snaking his hand to the back of your neck to hold you in place.

“shit, shit, shit–– stay right there, doll. right the––” hot ropes of his cum hit the back of your throat and slide down to your stomach. you suction your lips around him, pulling more from his slit and not letting any escape from your mouth.

toji laughs from behind you and presses a kiss to your lower back. “he’s had his fun, it’s our turn now angel.” and somehow his thrusts become deeper, hitting your cervix with every stroke against your slick walls.

you cream around his cock without warning, touya’s dick still sheathed inside your mouth. the sight of the white ring forming at the base of his dick and a few more sharp snaps of his hips is all it takes for toji to come undone, his cum thick as he coats your insides in white.

his chest goes up and down as he pants in post orgasmic bliss, pulling his cock free and seeing his seed trickle down your thighs. he’s quick to flip you around, pulling you off of touya and attacking your mouth with his. toji is softer, more desperate with his kiss, his tongue rolling over yours as he delves into the taste of your sweet mouth and touya’s cum.

you whimper into toji’s mouth as you feel touya shift and lick a long stripe up your inner thighs, catching the drops of toji’s seed. he sucks onto your clit and flicks his tongue against the bundle of nerves, making shivers crash over you in waves of oversensitivity. touya is relentless in his desire to collect every drop of your shared arousal, using his thumbs to part your lips further.

you’re writhing beneath them, toji unlatching himself from you and standing up straight. he shakes his head and chuckles as he watches touya’s eyes light up as he continues to overstimulate you.

“alright, alright that’s enough.” toji nods at him, brushing a hand through his hair to release the dark locks sticking to his forehead.

“you’re no fun.” touya pouts as he rises and wipes the back of his hand over his mouth.

you’ve got a forearm slung over your eyes as you try to slow your breathing.

“you okay there doll?” touya pipes up, his fingers ghosting along your inner thighs.

you shudder and offer a hum in confirmation.

they both laugh and you feel toji pry your arm away from your face.

“cmon baby, you gotta pee and get yourself cleaned up, yeah?” you nod weakly in response and they both offer a hand to pull you up from the couch.

as you stumble towards the bathroom, toji’s large palm makes contact with your ass as he lands a playful slap. you turn and frown at him.

“hey! i’m sore, asshole.” you whine, rubbing the burning spot. “i’m almost glad that’s over.” you joke, your laughter dying in your throat when you see their subtle frowns.

“over?” toji raises a brow.

“oh baby, we’re just getting started.” touya grins, his canines poking into his lower lip. he comes up behind you and you can feel the press of his growing erection against your ass as he sucks onto the junction of your neck and shoulder.

“it’s only fair that we take turns isn’t it?” he whispers, nibbling at your earlobe.

you release a shuddering breath that you didn’t realise you were holding in and find yourself nodding as toji’s eyes bore into yours. his scar stretches as one side of his lips raises in a smirk.

“bathroom.” he gestures towards the hall as touya lets his arms fall from around your hips.

the cold water that you splash over your burning cheeks does little to cool the heat that radiates through your entire body.

and as you stare at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, taking in your disheveled hair and the bruises blossoming along your neck and hips, you decide that maybe your new neighbours aren’t so bad after all.

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[dabisqueen]

Pornstar!Dabi (Touya Todoroki) x female reader

⇢ word count: roughly 7K

⇢ plot: as a broke student, you sign up for an assistant job at a movie set. It turns out the job is more than you bargained for.

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, swearing, size kink, pierced big-cock Touya, fingering, cunnilingus (f receiving), multiple orgasms, loss of virginity, overstimulation, exhibitionism (sex in front of other people (movie set)), creampie, sweet aftercare

⇢ personal note: thank you @/blankexpressions-and-falsefires for bring my beta again! As for what you're all about to read – I have no regrets. Virgin kink goes brrr

"College has always been so crucial, such an essential part of what measures a person’s worth and determines their future."

They say college life is quite challenging. That it can help you come to realize your potential, that you learn more about yourself while in it. That the challenges you experience in university help you grow into a mature person in society.

You have several challenges to face. There's the problem that you focus entirely too much on your studies. In some ways, it’s to secure your future and to compensate for your lack of private life. In other ways, it makes you, because of inexperience, too naive for your own good. Or, as your friends have called it: too innocent. You've never had anyone touch you, never been with anyone in that way. Thus, you never get the hint when someone hits on you or finds you attractive. You have excellent grades – but unlike many of your peers, you’re still a virgin. 

Another challenge you are facing is that you aren't wealthy. One semester into your studies, you are closer to the end than you expected. Leaving your landlord's buro, you take a few steps before coming to a halt and close your eyes as if to gain some semblance of composure. You're broke and desperately need money to cover your rent and living expenses. The bank isn't going to give you another loan, and you find yourself on the verge of having to leave college without a family to support your education.

They say you have to fail first to be successful in the future. But you are beyond failing – you are simply screwed. 

You are very aware of your financial predicament. And you loathe having to live day to day on just pennies. To put it short—you are sick of being a broke-ass, loser virgin.

You sigh. 

Giving up is not a choice. So you do the next best thing: grab life by the horns and start looking for a job. Searching under your bed, clothing pockets, and between couch cushions, you scrounge up enough money to get a local newspaper. In its classified ads, only a few offers deem themselves feasible with your busy school schedule: a late-night shift at a local diner, pizza delivery, or a job doing telemarketing. None of those sound too appealing, but there might not be a choice. Then, your gaze stops at an offer that sounds too good. A movie company is looking for a production assistant on a film set; you don't need prior experience, work hours are during the weekends, and pay is double what the other jobs offer.

You don’t think before hastily grabbing your phone, punching in the number, and waiting while the dial tone rings.

After a distinct click over the other line, a man hisses, "Shimura?"

"Uhm, hi. I- I am calling about the assistant job offer. I was wondering—"

"You're hired. Tomorrow at 5 pm," the man at the other end interrupts in an annoyed tone.

He rattles off the address as you fumble around for a pen, hastily writing it down when you find it.

Before you can reply, he finishes with Don't be late and hangs up unceremoniously.

You exhale, realizing you’ve been holding your breath since he started speaking.

What the hell just happened? 

***

The path to the location is littered with brown leaves, and you struggle to keep from slipping as you walk toward the building. The address given to you is an old warehouse on the edge of town. Its monotonous, featureless walls covered in graffiti make it feel abandoned. There are no visible signs that anything is happening inside at all.

As you walk across the parking lot, you start to see small indications of life: fancy cars—far too fancy for this area- and sensual music permeating through the corrugated steel walls. 

You weren’t sure how to dress for a job you knew nothing about, so you opted for blue jeans, a white blouse, and pointy shoes with heels. Your hair is tied into a neat ponytail, and simple smokey eyes complete the look. 

You aim for a large steel door that the cars are all parked close to. As you lift your head, you take in the old brick building you are standing in front of, lined with large casement metal windows. 

There is a single doorbell, no name on it, and you hesitate before inhaling and pressing it with the tip of your finger.

You hear a clicking sound, and then the heavy door swings inwards. 

Alright, here goes nothing.

***

The set is surprisingly professional—like a luxurious bedroom sliced in half. A row of chairs faces the set on a concrete floor behind multiple cameras and some sound equipment, with the crew standing around talking.

The producer, Tenko, as he introduces himself to you–with tufts of pale hair and seemingly chronic dry lips in dire need of some chapstick – explains that your job will consist of helping around the set, distributing beverages, and handing out the script. Simple work you could do. After introducing you to the crew, he hands you a stack of papers, instructing you to pass them out.

Then you see her—the actress. She is gorgeous, dressed in an ivory-colored silk robe. Her hair is the color of the sun. Her skin is flawless and tanned, and her body is perfect- although almost definitely sculpted by a professional surgeon.

"Where the fuck is he?" You hear Tenko grumble, pulling a phone from his pocket, thumb tapping against the screen.

A flurry of activity breaks your concentration. A door flies open, and a man strides through—the leading actor, you gather, from how everyone else suddenly perks up.

"Fucking finally," the pale-haired director groans, tucking his cell back into the pocket of his jacket.

The man's hair is coal-colored, falling in messy strands into his face. His eyes remind you of the bright ocean, almost glowing in the dim light of the set. His sharp lips pull into a wide grin, his canines peeking out. He is casually dressed, wearing a pair of dark, ripped jeans and a white t-shirt, allowing you to notice just how well-toned his arms are. He is handsome, with delicate yet masculine features and sharp angles set in his face. His eyes are heavy-lidded, and his thin lips form a troublesome grin when his eyes meet yours. 

Shit. 

He holds your gaze before dragging his sinfully blue eyes over your figure and looking away again. Your heart skips a beat because even in the low light, you can see that the actor is incredibly hot. Totally your type. You can't help but stare at him, watching how he moves, the way his muscles ripple under the thin fabric of his shirt, the way his thighs bulge in his tight pants. 

Speaking of bulge. 

It's the biggest one you've ever seen, and the sight of it sends a pang straight to your core. Your cheeks heat up automatically. 

Stop it!

You curse inwardly a few times for thinking lewd thoughts on a professional movie set.

But—you can't help it. He just looks too handsome. It stirs something inside of you you've never felt before. You sigh, knowing that this man has already made his way into your dreams, but in the end, they’ll stay just that— dreams. 

Someone like him would never want to lay a hand on you.

As he approaches the stage, the man stops dead in his tracks, staring at the actress with a bored expression. 

“Not her again.” You hear him groan.

The actress snaps her head around, a stunned expression on her face. “Pardon me?”

"The script calls for an innocent girl." The actor deadpans. "No one's gonna believe that with you in the female role."

The actress jumps to her feet. “How dare you talk about me like that!”

Tenko hisses, “Didn't you read the script? You would have known you film with her today, Touya—"

“I told you not to use my real name on set,” he says with a blase, somewhat impatient gaze.

“And I told you not to let out your frustration on the set, Dabi.” The director retorts.

“Frustration caused by your actions.” Dabi deadpans.

You hold your breath as your eyes dart from the director to Dabi and back to the actress. The rest of the crew acts like this is an everyday commotion on the set. 

“This is not a request— I'm not doing the scene with her, " Dabi says, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

The actress jumps from her chair, visibly outraged, as her cheeks flare red with anger. “You're such a dick!”

“Yeah, you're right. But I’m the best dick in the industry.” He turns around, a sardonic finality in his tone.

You stare at the scene before you, the forgotten papers clutched tightly to your chest. The blonde woman stares at the dark-haired man, infuriated. 

“So, it's either me—or her.” Dabi addresses Tenko, who isn't even trying to de-escalate the situation. “That's my final say.”

“I can't believe you're doing this to me!" The woman wails exaggeratedly.

"Sweetheart, we need someone who conveys innocence. Not some chick as fake-looking as you," Dabi purrs with false care. “Go carry your plastic off the stage already.”

Tenko scratches his neck in annoyance. He watches as the actress slings an array of profanities at Dabi before storming off with quick strides toward the door, slamming it shut behind her.

The dark-haired man stands at ease, reaching into his pants pocket to retrieve a cigarette, lighting it, and taking a deep drag. “Thank god she's gone. What were you thinking, Tenko?”

“Dabi, she's the most requested—” 

“I don't give a fuck.” he runs a free hand through his dark bangs. “She sucks.”

You listen to them bicker, getting more confused by the second. 

“So—what do you expect me to do now?” Tenko's scratching increases as he starts pacing up and down the set. “Production costs will double if we cut and pick things up on a different day. Not to mention the cost of finding a new replacement.”

He jumps off his chair, pacing around the set. Then he grumbles, “We’ll take a ten-minute break. I need to come up with a solution or else—”

“We need someone Pretty, no makeup, normal clothes.” Dabi suggests, "That won't be too expensive. Someone who looks undefiled, innocent.” Dabi's gaze wanders across the room. “Like a student or something.”

Then he sees you, and a smirk tugs at his lips. His stunning sapphire eyes look you up and down. You swallow hard, your shaking hands almost crumpling the papers in their tight grip.

"Like her." Teal eyes narrow as they focus on you. 

You blink back at him dumbly, the room around you completely silent.

"Me?" You answer, his words catching you off guard.

"Yep. You." Dabi's smirk returns, a playfulness in his eyes. 

The director stares at you with the same baffled expression written on your face. "Her?"

"Yep. Her." His grin widens.

"B-But, I can't!" You counter. " I'm a simple student, not an actress—"

"That's exactly what we need." The twinkle in his eyes is still there, "And you have a pussy, don't you?"

"Yes, I—” You catch yourself, your cheeks flaring hot. “W- What does that even have to do with this movie?"

Suddenly, the room goes alive with murmurs and whispers.

Dabi quirks a brow. "You're telling me you don't know?"

"Don't know what?" You helplessly look around.

The dark-haired man turns to his director, "You didn't tell her?!"

Tenko mumbles something about how you would have found out eventually. 

Dabi steps toward you and crosses his arms in front of his chest. "Doll, this is an adult film set."

"A what?" You dumbly blink at him.

"An adult film set. You know, where people fuck." He leans forward, deep azures sparkling salaciously. "You know how fucking works, don't you?"

"Yes, I mean—in theory?" A heat washes over your face and flushes down your entire body.

"Yes or no. What is it?" Dabi asks teasingly, raising an eyebrow.

The heat in your face has reached the tip of your ears as you stammer. "It's none of your business."

He steps even closer. "C’mon, sweetheart, tell us."

He smirks, eyes narrowing as he leans closer. He looks at your lips, then back at your eyes. You can smell him with how close he is leaning in. His deep, masculine scent surrounds you, sending a jolt of heat straight through your core. Even though your mind wants to scream at him, to tell him off, you hear a timid voice whisper, "I’ve used my fingers? Maybe some toys?"

It is your voice.

"You're telling me you've never done it with another person?" This time, it is Dabi’s turn to sound baffled as he leans back, taking you in. "That you're a virgin."

"I-I…" You stammer, swallowing dryly.

Looking over his shoulders, he calls over to his director, "It'll break records if we film this. You're aware of that, right?"

"I am." Tenko snaps, scratching at his neck irritably, "You don't need to tell me."

"Ok, then it's a deal.” He nods towards you. “I want her—or I'm leaving."

"You little piece of—" Tenko growls. "That's extortion."

"You won't regret it," Dabi says, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Shouldn’t I have a say on this too?" You ask, but both men ignore your words.

"Ok, it's a deal," Tenko murmurs. "How much do we pay her?"

Dabi turns his gaze back to you. "You need money, right? Or else you wouldn't be here.”

"That’s none of your business."

"C'mon, sweetheart, This is your chance."

“Yes, I mean… " a sound of annoyance bubbles up your throat. "I can't afford my rent anymore, and my landlord will kick me out if I don't pay up soon."

“I sense an opportunity here," Dabi smirks. "Tenko, how much will you pay her if she agrees to do this with me?"

"How much do you want?" Tenko asks you.

“I-I don't know. I've never thought about it." You shyly add.

"Pay her rent plus an allowance," Dabi suggests. "Tenko, you know she's worth it."

"That’s too m—" You swallow hard.

Tenko mumbles disgruntledly: "OK, I'll do it.” 

“You what?" His words leave you stunned.

Dabi interrupts quickly. "What he's saying, sweetheart, is that he'll pay for your rent - if you let me fuck you.”

His lewd words and the deep blue pools of his stunning eyes send a flutter through your stomach. 

“In front of all these people?!" 

“That's what porn is all about, doll.” Dabi chuckles, studying your reaction.

You swallow hard.

"So? What's it gonna be?" He cocks his head, waiting. 

You have always prioritized safety, so common sense tells you to stick to your usual way of life. However, look where common sense has led you: You're almost broke and may need to drop out of college. 

This could be a bad decision. But, it's time to throw safety to the sea.

"OK, I'll do it," you proclaim, and a round of applause and cheers erupt on the set while Dabi nods appreciatively.

“Congratulations, you're hired. Now, get ready before I change my mind.” Tenko waves a hand. “We still have a movie to film here.”

Your heart starts to race, a crushing weight bearing down on your chest. But you know that you have no choice. It's either a free porn loan—or being a forced college dropout. Taking a deep breath, you ball your hands into fists, trying to ignore the signs of panic your body is giving you.

"Okay, everyone, resume positions. And hand her the script.” Tenko moves to his chair, sitting down in it. “Let's do the first take." 

"Hold on," Dabi says. "Why not do it a bit differently this time? No script, no acting— just raw footage. The whole thing.”

“You mean a one-shot film?” Tenko looks surprised. “I suppose that would work. Especially with a new actress.”

“Are you okay with that, doll?” Dabi smiles at you, and there's a warmth in his voice that wasn't there before.

“Do I have a choice?” you sigh.

“Not really.” He winks.

"Are you two lovebirds done flirting over there? " Tenko asks, " Because we're ready to film.”

“We weren't flir—” you protest, but Dabi bridges the distance between you.

"So, sweetheart?" He leans in, his face hovering close, sharing a breath with you. "How are you feeling about being fucked on camera?"

“Nervous.” you bite your lips, your face starting to burn.

"Doll, don't be; just focus on me," he soothes, stroking your cheek. “Forget about everyone else; I'll take care of you.”

He takes your hand and pulls you towards the bedroom set.

“Quiet!” Tenko raises a hand, and complete silence falls over the set as the crew prepares to film you both. 

Tenko calls out a set of commands, which different crew members around the room answer.

“Sound?”

“Set.”

“Camera?”

“Set.”

“Roll sound.”

“Sound rolling.”

“Roll camera.” 

“Camera Speed.” 

“Marker.”

A man with a clapper board enters the scene and calls, "Scene one. Take—uhm— whatever." 

Dabi nods, and that is the cue. The lights dim, and the cameras vanish into the darkness; only the red lights betray their existence. 

You glance around, your stomach in knots, as you realize that this is no game, that this is it. The only thing visibly lit was the bed standing a few feet away. The crew's faces are barely visible as everyone watches you, the man behind the camera tilting it, filming you from bottom to top.

“Hey baby, you alright?” You hear Dabi's voice.

“N-No, not really.” You stammer, your hands trembling, your breathing picking up, as your eyes frantically dart around the dark set. “I don't know if I can do this.”

“Sweetheart, look at me.” You feel a finger hook under your chin when Dabi tilts your head to meet his gaze. It's intense, the turquoise of his irises gleaming almost unnaturally. 

You feel your heart sink into your stomach as his thumb caresses your skin. When he closes the already minimal distance between you, your eyes flutter close in reflex. His lips are sensually warm and addicting against your cheek, and your heart starts thrashing wildly inside your chest in response. Something changes between you, an intimacy blooming as the voices of the people mute.

It's all you need to distract your mind, to make your body heat up. Not with anxiety—

—but in anticipation. 

“Are you ready to give me your virginity?” His low voice rumbles close to your ear.

You nod, like in a haze, every caress of his lips causes your skin to tingle, to burn with passion. He shifts, and you feel him faintly brush your lips, and a zap of electricity courses through your veins. Then, your lips are united in his first tentative kiss. They are so soft, and the way he kisses you is so delicate, almost tender— deliberately slow.

You relax, giving in to how wonderful this feels. His tongue slowly traces the shape of your lips, and you feel your brain short-circuiting. Angling your head to the side, you part your lips, begging him to enter. Dabi reacts instantly, his tongue slipping your mouth, delving deeper, tasting you, consuming you.

You groan—how could a man taste so good?

It makes your knees buckle, and you start panting into his mouth, your instincts taking over, your body reacting to his touch. A desire, a passion, awakens like a wild animal roaring, and you feel a wave of arousal pool in your panties. You can't help it, and you slide your hand underneath his shirt, your other hand circling his neck. You can feel him smirking into the kiss, but the sound carries off into a groan when you rake your nails down the small of his back. 

As he breaks away, a warmth lingers between you and him while he admires your wet, pink, swollen lips, "A little eager for your first time, huh?"

The kiss leaves you dizzy, and you can't seem to form an answer, too stricken by his closeness and intoxicating scent.

The moment passes, and then his lips smash against yours so fast you don't even have time to react. He presses his hips against yours, his clothed hardness grazing against your heat, letting you feel just how hard you’ve made him.

Holy shit.

He's not gentle anymore; he's rough and demanding now. He is taking you, enjoying the shaky gasps that leave your lips. Dabi’s hands trail down your side to find your ass cheeks. He lifts you by the thighs onto his waist skillfully, never breaking the kiss. Carrying you easily toward the bed he releases his hold and you topple onto it, panting heavily.

The lights around you heat the air, and you notice one camera panning across the set while the other tracks toward you on a dolly. Just as your heart starts picking up an anxious speed again, you see a movement to the side. Dabi yanks his shirt above his head, the muscles in his stomach flexing with every movement.

The second the fabric touches the floor, he's on you with his lips pressed to yours and his tongue in your mouth. You feel yourself getting lost in the moment of passion and all you can see is him. Your stomach somersaults and the world around you ceases to exist; it is just you and him— the people around you and the cameras wholly forgotten. The world, right now, only revolves around the two of you.

“You taste so fucking good,” he breathes into your mouth, hazy eyes glowing with arousal. "How do you taste so fucking good?”

You feel his hand sneak underneath your shirt to slowly pull it off over your head. Next, he skillfully removes the rest of your clothes off until you are lying below him, sex and breasts cupped by delicate cotton underwear. 

“Look at that,” he muses. “So innocent.”

Sliding his hand behind your back, he unhooks the bra with an expert pinch of his fingers. Your breasts spill out as he slides the straps off your shoulders, tossing it aside. Then his gaze lingers on your soft, round tits.

“Damn,” he cups them and squeezes them gently, “Where have you been hiding, girl? You're perfect.”

He slides his fingers over your nipples and a low moan tears from your throat. Dabi lets out a low rumble as his hands continue to work your breasts, rubbing and plucking at your stiffening nipples. There’s a deep throb low in your body, pulsing between your thighs, and you're startled at the way you’re reacting. You are so turned on—his touch only adds to your body’s cravings, and as his large palms glide over your breasts; it pulls the breath from your lungs as it simultaneously fuels your desire. His thumbs drag over your nipples again, rolling it between his fingers before leaning down to lick at your pebbled nub. He makes you feel breathless with excitement the more he focuses on toying with your breasts, rolling the tips back and forth between his thumb and forefinger. 

It makes you crazy with need until you're aching, shivering throughout your entire body. You're gasping for breath the entire time Dabi has his lips wrapped around your erect nub, sucking it to send a tingling sensation straight through to your core. Then he's biting just hard enough to make you squeal before soothing the puckered nub with a flick of his tongue.

“You’ve got the most amazing tits,’ Dabi murmurs against your skin. “So soft and full. So natural.”

While he switches from pliant nipple to pliant nipple, you feel a stray hand hook its fingers under the seams of your panties. He releases your nipple with a pop and peppers kisses down to your tummy while he adeptly pulls the little piece of fabric down and off your legs. You're now utterly naked below him while Dabi continues revering your body with wet kisses and nibbles, moving downward until you feel his warm breath on your pubic mound. He spreads your trembling legs, his eyes glazing over your pussy, pupils expanding and then retracting into pin slits.

"Look at that pretty pussy." His breath is hot against your soaked folds. "And so fucking wet—you're dripping."

A shameful sound spills from your lips at his words, and you writhe in his hold. But his hands keep you in place. 

"You're seriously telling me,” he slides his fingers up and down your glistening folds, “No one's been here before?"

You squirm below him as a camera zooms in on where Dabi’s eyes are affixed– between your thighs.

“Cause you have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen.” He snickers. “And I've seen a lot.” 

His warm, calloused fingers slide up and down your slippery folds, his hot breath fanning over your sex. Then he spreads apart your sweet lips; it makes you shudder in anticipation, and Dabi chuckles.

“I can see you twitching for me.” A finger sinks in, making you arch your back the deeper it goes. 

The camera behind him zooms in on your blushing face, and you cover it with trembling hands. 

"Nu-uh, no hiding. Look at me." He slaps your clit lightly—making you jolt. "Let us see your pretty face."

You whimper softly, because you've touched yourself before—

—but this just feels so much more intense.

“Dabi—” you choke out, flinching in pleasure when he slides a hand underneath your ass, 

raising your hips to have more access to you. 

“Relax, baby, I'll take care of you.” A growl tears from his throat, and then he drags his tongue over your gleaming folds, tasting you. 

You cry out, your body shuddering. Over and over, Dabi licks you with deep, claiming strokes, using his tongue to explore every bit of you. 

“Damn, you taste better than anything I've ever tasted.” He pushes his wet muscle into your core, frantic to have more of you. 

“Oh my God. Dabi!” Your toes curl, and your thighs tighten around him. You're both – startled and aroused at his eagerness. Any worries you have are melting away as he drags his tongue over you again and again, making you squirm with need.

A moan escapes your lips– loud, uncontrolled– when his tongue flicks over your folds. When he grazes your little button, you jolt as if you've been stung. 

He hums appreciatively and buries his face into your warmth, seeking out that sweet nub. Your body jerks as he moves his tongue over it, repeating the action when he does it again. You give a little wail, and your hands curl into the fabric the longer he teases. He eagerly works that spot, and you cry out with little choked gasps.

As his tongue circles your clitoris, your sensations spiral out of control. You can feel the tension increasing in your body with a growing urgency to be released. 

“Dabi,” you pant with every flick of his tongue. But he doesn't respond, does not hear– or pretends not to. He buries his face in your folds, hands holding you down by your hips.

With every quiver that moves through your body, with every shiver of response, every tensing of your muscles, you draw closer to the edge.

You writhe against Dabi, with his face between your thighs, lapping at your juices. All the while, he continues to work your little clit with his tongue in slow, steady strokes. 

Suddenly, the feeling that you’re about to cum overwhelms you. Your pussy clenches, dripping with your juices, and your clit is ready to burst.  

Your hips jerk against him, and then a release explodes in your mind, your thoughts crashing all around you. You come with a slight scream that morphs into a moan, but Dabi does not stop his ministrations—

—no.

He continues to lick and suck as you come and come and come.

It's too much; you feel like exploding. You’re a moaning mess, fingers slipping between Dabi’s strands, pushing and pulling at his roots unsure if you can take it if he keeps going like that. 

Your entire body is on fire. The orgasm continues to surge through you– more intense than anything you’ve experienced by yourself– with Dabi gently sucking and licking at your clit. You are delirious, feel like you are floating with no way to find your path back to earth. 

“Dabi, please—” you choke out.

Dabi’s mouth detaches from your overstimulated nub and straightens up, licking your cum’s sweetness off his lips. Crawling on top of you, he gazes into your eyes. “Doll, tell me—what do you want me to do?”

You see his jeans straining from the bulk of his erection and swallow, your body responding with a flood of hormones. 

“Please fuck me,” you whisper, thinking in ways you never have before.

You want to beg him to be gentle, but you can’t seem to form the words when you see him unbuckle his belt before unzipping his jeans, his eyes carefully watching your expression as he does. His cock springs to life, and you swallow thickly. It's enormous—and pierced. 

You feel a momentary pang of doubt, questioning if that monster will even fit inside you. The previous excitement and adrenaline pumping through your veins gradually turn to panic. Your breathing picks up as you stare at his cock, wide-eyed. 

“You look worried,” Dabi says, stroking it with one hand. His raised eyebrows and amused grin tell you he's used to this type of reaction. 

“Are you sure…” you nod towards his cock.

“Trust me,” he says. “I’ll make sure you feel good. It’ll be the greatest thing you'll ever experience.”

Your entire body yearns for his touch, and there’s no way you're saying no now. He’s spreading you wide open, hands on your knees, before he moves to hold himself in hand to align his cock with your entrance.  

"Do you want me to fuck you?’ Dabi asks as he drags the head of the tip up and down your slit. 

“‘S not gonna fit,” you whine with a worried expression.

“Don't be scared,” Dabi says, "I know what I'm doing. So, you'll be a good girl and take it all, right?”

“I'm not sure,” you whisper.

“I know you can...” His eyes stare at you with a desire so intense that you almost feel intimidated. 

He’s spreading you wide open, hands on your knees, before he moves one to hold himself and align his cock to your entrance. The pressure between your legs increases as Dabi nudges the pierced tip of his cock against you.

“Get ready,” he whispers.

A mix of a gasp and a cry leaves your lips as Dabi strains against you, feeling like he’s trying to shove a massive pole inside of you. You squeeze your eyes shut as tears gather in your lashes, and Dabi holds back, kissing you, waiting for you to relax.

“Easy,” he says softly, “I’ve got you.” 

The softness of his tone relaxes you and the tension in your shoulders lessens. Then, somehow, something gives way, and he enters you. You gasp, your body opening up to accommodate the massive dick that is now sliding inside of you. 

"Oh my god—” You throw your head back, hands clawing at his shoulders in a weak attempt to push him away.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he hisses, eyebrows furrowing before he hits resistance and then pushes forward.

There’s a sharp pain slicing through your core, and you don't know if it's from the stretch or a tear. Probably both. It hurts, and you squeeze your eyes shut, forcing tears down your cheek. Dabi continues to push his hips forward, only stopping once he’s entirely inside, heavy balls pressed against the crease of your ass. The cameras zoom in on the bulge in your womb, where his dick sits buried deep inside of you. But you don't notice them, your brain too consumed by him filling you up, his whole weight resting against you. 

“You ok?” Breathing heavily, he drags his eyes back and forth over your face. 

“Gimme a sec.” Your lips press into a thin line as the pain from the stretch slowly turns into a dull throb. After a moment, you nod...

"I'm gonna start moving now," Dabi says— and then does precisely that. 

Just as you start to feel your body relaxing, he withdraws, only to plunge himself in again. The sudden shock of the movement is incredible. You feel every ridge, every single thick vein. It feels fantastic, and as he slowly slides back in, you can appreciate every inch of his cock. He starts an even rhythm, rocking inside you gently. 

“Shit, just squeezed me so fucking tight,” he moans in response. "I’m warning you, don't make me lose my composure. You don’t want to see me act up.”

Your mind feels detached from your body; you don't hear him, don't even notice the camera zooming in, focusing on how your face scrunches and your lips quiver because of how good he makes you feel. 

He grabs you by the waist and brings you closer to him. Raising both legs in the air, he pushes them forward until your body is folded in half.

“Oh—shit—” You choke out, the walls of your sex stretching to accommodate him. 

“I’m gonna make you cum,” Dabi is panting hard as he starts driving his cock rapidly in and out of you. “You won't be able to walk for days.”

“I-I can’t—” your jaw slackens as you tighten around his dick again, the ability to form comprehensive answers having left you the moment he breached your walls.

He rams himself deeper while his fingers slip between your strands, guiding your face upward, your mouths colliding in a frantic kiss. 

It starts as a slow burn that gradually builds into a white, blistering heat. A feeling begins coursing through you, making you lose control of your body. You tense and arch your back, your head digging back into the pillow, voice caught in your throat. And just when you think you can't take it anymore, all that tension releases, and you cry out loud, a turbulent wave of pleasure hitting you like a storm. All your nerve endings are seemingly set ablaze while Dabi fucks you through your orgasm. 

His eyes are wide with wonder, hearing and feeling you come undone around him. The way your eyes are shut tightly in pleasure, your entire body trembling and shaking in ecstasy, is the best thing he's ever seen. It makes his chest swell with pride. Still, it feels like it's not enough, though, and he needs more. He wants to own you, possess you, make you his.

Dabi snaps. 

With a suppressed growl, Dabi grabs you by your hips and flips you over onto your stomach. He's not letting you catch your breath before he propels his cock back inside you again. His hand slides from the dip in your spine to the spot between your shoulder blades, pressing down until your face is buried in the sheets. At this angle, he reaches even deeper than before, his piercings rubbing your G-spot just right. Your hands tightly fist the soft duvet with every drive of his hips, knocking the air from your lungs.

Dabi seems delirious, pistoning in and out of you now. Reaching forward, he gathers your hair around his fist, tugging it to keep you in place, forcing your head up from the sheets. You sob out his name, your chin and cheeks covered with your drool and tears. 

But Dabi is drowning too deep in pleasure to notice. 

"I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll never think of anyone but me in your fantasies," Dabi growls while your elbows shake under the pressure of his forceful thrusts.

Slowly, your mind is falling apart with the pleasure pulsing through your body. Dabi starts drilling his big cock into your even faster now. You tremble below him, thighs quivering when you feel another orgasm building up. 

“You gonna cum for me again, princess?” Dabi groans, “I can feel your pussy clenching around me.”

You nod, too exhausted to form any words. Dabi tightens his hold on your hip, fingers digging into your plush skin, holding you still. 

“I’m gonna cum with you,” he tells you. “I’m gonna fill up your tight hole, gonna breed you so good—fuck!”

"Please—" you whimper pathetically, finding yourself trapped in his lewd promises. 

And then you lose it, feeling like the world is disappearing underneath your feet. Pleasure rips through you, leaving you with no strength. It’s an intense tingling pleasure that starts in your core and spreads through your whole body, from your fingertips down to your toes. It's all-consuming and euphoric, your body not knowing what to do with that much sensation at once. 

You feel your body falling off a cliff into a pile of tingling ecstasy as you cum again with a broken whimper escaping your lips. The orgasm is even more potent than the last ones, like a massive burst of pleasure; all that tension explodes and shoots up the back of your legs and everywhere else. You moan and shudder, your pussy clamping around his cock. 

“That’s it,” Dabi lets out a long, shuddering groan. “Just like that.”

You forget to breathe while Dabi keeps fucking your harder and harder, feral with desire, shoving his cock as deep inside you as he can.

“Oh fuck—” You gasp out, arching your back, fingers twisting against the sheets.

No sooner have the words slipped from your lips that you feel your whole body lock tight again—and then unravel. You forget to breathe as an unending cascade of euphoria detonates deep inside of you. You come undone, shaking uncontrollably as juices gush from your pussy, dripping down Dabis balls, drenching the sheets below. 

Dabi groans, his eyes screwing shut, head dropping back. With one final possessive thrust of his hips, he cums, shooting his seed deep inside you. You feel his cock twitch as he moans heavily, eyebrows sewn together. His body is shuddering, his hips hitching while he rides out his orgasm.

You’re faintly aware of your surroundings, buried too deeply in your bliss. Unable to take any more pleasure, you slump backward. Dabi slides his softening cock from you with an obscene wet sound before dropping down onto the bed beside you, taking you with him.

“Fuck…” he breathed out, caressing your skin. “That felt so—”

‘And—cut!’ You hear a voice call, speaking its way into the mush that is your brain, slapping you back to reality.

You open your eyes and look around in shock, having completely forgotten where you are. The lights switch on, almost blindingly bright. People start hustling about the set, and cameras mere inches away from you now pull back into their waiting positions. 

“That was perfect,” you hear Tenko say through the noise filling the set now.

Your breath catches in your throat, an unsettling feeling beginning to well inside you. Your heart starts pounding at an increasingly rapid pace while you feel panic stretch its icy fingers up your spine.

You feel a warm hand cradling your face, angling it to the side. It’s Dabi. He places his mouth over yours without further ado. 

“You are perfect.” Dabi coos into the kiss, and it happens again— butterflies erupt in your gut, the world around you fading until there's only you and him.

Instinctively, you let go, feeling the tension slowly dissipate and your heart calming down. Dabi smiles as he breaks away from you, and you feel it— a lingering warmth, an unseen connection that spins fragile threads between you both.

A man approaches to help you get out of bed, but Dabi, whose face is still dewy with sweat, moves between you both. He takes the bathrobe from the guy and wraps it around your shivering body before getting dressed himself.

Helping you off the bed, he drapes an arm around your shoulder and leads you past the celebrating crew members from the set until you’re backstage. 

Once in the changing room, he closes the door behind him and leans against it. 

“That was something…” he muses. “You’re a natural. Would you ever consider doing this again with me?’ 

You're caught off-guard, his face radiating a tenderness that fills your heart with something joyful. A warmth spreads across your face, your hands gripping the soft belt of your robe as you nip at your lower lip. “I-I don't know.”

“You should,” Dabi kicks off the door frame and saunters over you with a sinful, obscene sway of his hips. His hand finds yours, fingers interlacing in a silent agreement, pulling you into a tight embrace. “Think about it…”

He lets the words hang in the air for a second. When he pulls away, his arms wrap around your neck, lower half still pressed against you as if you’re not a stranger. He looks down at you like the two of you have been dating for years.

“So, I was wondering… what are you doing later on?” Dabi kisses the tip of your nose. “Do you want to grab a bite to eat and get some drinks?”

“Are you asking me out on a date?” A new desire for him grows inside of you. You smile back at him, reaching up to gently play with his dark hair.

“Maybe?” His lips curl into a devious smirk.

“Is this even allowed?” Chest to chest, your heartbeat slowly catches up to his, as if your bodies react simultaneously to each other's warm touch.

“Maybe?” Dabi repeats, his thumb gently brushing along your lips.

When you look into his eyes, a tenderness softens the rough edges of his sharp features. It makes you wonder, he’s been so sweet and caring after everything that happened today– you actually believe he’s a genuinely sincere and nice guy. You feel your heart quiet when you’re with him, as if you have found peace. 

“Well…” you consider, “I've just thrown all my morals into the wind. So, might as well go on a date with a pornstar, right?”

“You won't regret it.” Dabis laughs softly. “Even though you might not be able to move after I'm done with you—”

“Is that so…” You are torn between scolding him or laughing because he's so cute. “Ok, big boy, whatever you say.”

#dabi smut #dabi x you #dabi x reader #dabi #dabi todoroki #bnha dabi #mha dabi #dabi my hero academia #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #dabi fanfic #dabi x y/n #mha au #mha smut #bnha smut #dabi x reader smut #dabi x you smut

[neurthotic]

DABI AS A BOYFRIEND ✫

✫ incurably watches you sleep. you get used to waking up to it eventually. maybe.

✫ neck kisses all the time

✫ his communication skills are shit. you feel like a kindergarten teacher explaining to his expressionless face how to talk about our feelings

✫ he keeps a hand on your back or your shoulder or in your hair when you’re together, absently keeping track of you

✫ “you’re cute when you’re scared.”

✫ warm ass hands

✫ he definitely has a weird and scary thing for pain. “you want to touch the staples? yeah, you can touch them. you can rip them out of my face with your teeth if you like.”

✫ dabi doesn’t do nicknames. pet names are once in a blue moon.

✫ driest texter to walk the earth

✫ the self deprecating jokes are actually mad funny. sir please stop calling yourself crispy

✫ gets very um. creative about degradation.

✫ it’s all “come get in the shower with me” and then you stick a toe in and the water is two degrees away from freezing to ice. sorry not all of us have fire inside okay

✫ he doesn’t like you cautious around his injuries, even treating/tending them: “stop being fucking gentle with me.”

#dabi #mha dabi #bnha dabi #todoroki touya #touya todoroki #touya x reader #dabi x reader #dabi x you #touya todoroki x you #touya todoroki headcanons #dabi todoroki #dabi smut #dabi headcanons #mha x reader #x reader

[ramonathinks]

EREN, GOJO, GETOU, TOJI, DABI

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #toji smut #toji x reader #attack on titan #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #getou suguru x reader #dabi x reader #dabi smut #bnha dabi #geto suguru #touya x you #touya todoroki

[touyasdoll]

For You, I Will

Pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x ghost!reader (fem)

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: reader is deceased, but no depictions of death occur. dark content, spectrophilia (you & touya get it on), allusion to suicide, themes of hopelessness & grief, soft/emotional sex, missionary, lots of intimacy, forehead touching <3

Summary: Touya hasn’t been the same since you passed. Overcome with grief, he returns to your apartment one evening for reasons that he can’t quite explain and, much to his surprise, he finds you there.

Notes: this was supposed to be a drabble, but it got outta hand. basically just another love letter to Touya <3

He doesn’t know what he’s thinking as he scales the fire escape of your apartment building. He’d done it a million times, but never once had he been this apprehensive about it.

It was dark. He was confident that no one would see him. That wasn’t what was eating away at him. It was what he might find inside–or rather, what he wouldn’t.

“What are you doing here?”

Touya whips his head towards the soft, familiar voice. The voice that he knows he can’t actually be hearing.

Your voice.

But when he looks, there you are. He sees you standing there in the bedroom that you used to share, wearing those old, comfy clothes that you donned on lazy days when he had time to curl up on the couch with you and just be. His favorite pastime.

Your family clearly hadn’t gotten around to cleaning the place out yet. Everything is still just as it was. Just as you left it. The room is dim, but the moonlight pouring in is plenty enough to see clearly.

“Doll?” He croaks, his voice catching in his throat, which is suddenly hoarse.

He can’t believe it. He thinks that maybe this is what it feels like to honestly, truly lose one’s mind. You can’t be here. You can’t be with him right now. You can’t be anywhere anymore.

Because you’re dead.

“It’s me, Touya,” you say softly, stepping closer to him with a touch of hesitancy as you extend your hand. “It’s okay. I know. I know what you’re thinking, but it’s me.”

He doesn’t have any more words at the moment. All he can think about is wrapping you up in his arms and never letting go, so that’s what he does.

He crosses the floor from the window that he’d slipped in through over to where you’re standing to pull you into his embrace. He’s half convinced this illusion will end right there, but to his delight he can actually feel you.

He feels the warmth of your body against his. Treasures the way that your arms wrap around his middle to hug him tight. He holds you fast, terrified that this could all be gone in an instant. He’d already lived that nightmare and he wasn’t ready to live it again.

“H—,” he clears his throat, trying to stave off the obvious waver in his voice, but he isn’t entirely successful. “How are you here?”

“I don’t know,” you answer honestly, sniffling as you fight off tears of your own. You’re certain that you can feel the crimson droplets running over his cheeks. “I have no idea, but I don’t care. I’m just so glad that you can see me for once.”

At that, he begins to pull away. He only pulls back far enough to look at you, studying your face with a curious expression on his own as he keeps his arms draped around you.

“What do you mean?”

He swears he can feel the sunshine radiating from your smile as you reach up to card your fingers through his hair. He fights the urge to close his eyes, lest you disappear on him.

“I told you that I could never leave you alone, Touya. I’ve been watching you,” you admit quietly as you rest your hands on either side of his face, cradling it gently while you wipe away a trickle of blood from beneath his seam. “I’m always with you.”

“Why did you have to go?” His voice gives, snapping clean in two, and he does nothing to try and mask it this time. He was broken. There was no use hiding that from you, of all people. “I don’t know how to keep going on without you.”

Which was the stone cold truth. He didn’t know up from down these days. Didn’t even bother trying to get fucked up anymore to try and forget his feelings for an evening, because nothing could ease the pain of losing you. He knew; he’d tried it all in the month that you’d been gone.

“That doesn’t mean that you can’t figure it out, baby,” you say softly, studying his face as you wipe away another tear. “You’re the strongest person that I know. You can get through this. You can still be happy if you try, Touya. I know that you can.”

“I don’t want to. Not without you.”

He holds you tighter, caging you within his strong arms as his hands begin slowly sliding up and down your back to assure him that it’s really you in his arms. He briefly thinks that maybe this is just a wonderful dream, but he wasn’t blessed with those often.

“You are the only thing that has ever made me happy,” he insists with more sincerity than he’s ever mustered in his life. “Just you. Nothing is ever going to make me feel the way that I do when I have you right here in my arms. Nothing.”

He holds you tighter still, ruby red tears still seeping from his seams as his eyes bore into yours. You slide your hands over his chest, running your fingertips along the trail of staples on his collarbone, exposed by the worn out white v-neck beneath his coat. You wouldn’t dare look away, but he cups your face in his hand to ensure that you can’t anyway, holding you with the gentle touch that he learned from you.

“Revenge isn’t going to do it. All the substances in the world won’t either. And no one will ever be able to hold a candle to you, doll. Without you.. I’m nothing. I have nothing,” he whispers, mismatched lips falling into a frown as his brow furrows, evidence of his tired, burdened soul. “Sometimes I think that I’m better off joining you, but I know that I don’t deserve to end up wherever you are.”

“Touya,” you whisper in reply, voice tight as a tear slides down your cheek. “You deserve so much more than you think. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be alive. To act like you are alive for once. You have spent so much time surviving, living purely in spite of something else. You need to start living for you.”

He feels your hand rest over the back of his as you guide it away from your face and take it into your grasp. You look down at his hand, which everyone knows is capable of destruction, but you’re more familiar with the comfort that it brings. Even now, you can feel his skin flushing, palms heating up beneath your fingertips. It feels nice to feel something other than cold for once. It’s even better that it’s him.

“There was a point where you didn’t think that you were capable of love, but I proved you wrong then. Give me a chance to do it again,” you implore him, threading your fingers through his as you tilt your head back to look at his face, a melancholy smile plain on yours. “I know that things are different. I know that they’re hard and I–,” you clear your throat, looking down again as you give his hand a squeeze.

He splays his free hand across the base of your spine, holding you flush to him as his eyes fill with concern.

“Things can’t ever go back to the way they were, Touya,” you continue, willing yourself to look up at him, no matter how much your eyes water or your voice quakes. “But you can get through this. You have to. All that I have ever wanted is for you to be happy. I wish that I could be with you. Really with you, but with or without me, I just want to see you live. Live a life that’s worth living rather than simply surviving.”

He frowns and opens his mouth to protest, but you shake your head as you lift your hand to his face.

“No. I mean it, baby. If anyone deserves a chance; it’s you. It’s not too late. Stop channeling all your energy into your past. Just keep going forward,” you beg him, sliding your thumb just beneath his seam as you search his weary blue eyes. “That’s all that you can do. Run and just keep running. Find somewhere safe, far from here, and do what you can to find a little piece of happiness in this world without me. It’s too late to live the life that we wanted, but you can still build one that you deserve.”

He can’t tear his eyes away from you. He can’t unhear your pleas, as much as part of him would like to. It was always easier to destroy. To hang on when everyone was rooting for him to fail. Trying to build something? Trying to make you proud?

He isn’t sure if he’s capable and the thought of disappointing you terrifies him.

“I don’t know,” he starts, avoiding your gaze as his falls to the floor. “I’ve never known anything other than this, I don’t–,”

“You’ll figure it out, Touya,” you insist gently, a fond smile crossing your lips as you gently pick his chin up. “Do you remember what you said to me when I first told you that I wanted an actual relationship with you?”

A lopsided grin briefly flashes across his face as his eyes find yours again.

“That I don’t do relationships, because love is overrated. And I’m shit at it anyway,” he scoffs, glancing down at his boots.

He still believed that much to be true. He was never going to be good enough for you anyway; no matter what he did. He couldn’t give you the life that you deserved and now you don’t even have a life left to live? But he does? It seems cruel. Life has always been cruel. Why would that change now?

“And look at you now,” you say as you study his face before pressing yours into his chest, nuzzling into him to inhale his comforting, signature scent of smoke and ash as you had so many times before. “No one has ever loved me the way that you do. You have so much to give, Touya. Don’t throw everything away because of me. Keep going. Please. If not for you, then for me.”

He closes his eyes, committing the feeling of your arms around him and you form in his grasp to memory. He takes a deep breath while he considers, ruminating over his options in his mind. He truly doesn’t have many. The way he sees it, he can keep carrying on the way he always has; continuing to exist out of spite. He can give up for good. Or he can attempt what you’re asking of him.

And he’s never been one to refuse you. So, once he considers it, he finds that he truly only has one option.

“Okay.”

Your eyes open a little wider and there’s a bit of a dumbstruck expression on your face. You’d expected him to put up more resistance than this, but you’re ultimately relieved.

“Okay? Really? You will?” You ask, hope evident in your voice.

“For you, I will,” he confirms with a nod and a soft smile as he cups your face in his warm palm. “Told ya I’d do anything for you, doll. If this is what you want, I’ll do it. I’ll actually try; I give you my word.”

A breath of sweet relief escapes your lungs and you throw your arms around his neck, clinging to him as a sense of peace washes over you. One arm ensnares your waist, crushing you against him as he rests his hands behind your head to press a long kiss to your temple. He holds you there for who knows how long, inhaling your scent while he tries to will time to stop; to keep you right here where you belong. He feared this could end at any moment and he was dreading it with every fiber of his being.

He eventually pulls away to hold your head with both hands. He smiles down at you, eyes scanning over every inch of your perfect face before he leans in to capture your lips in a kiss.

You can taste the agony of every single second that he’d spent without you giving way to passion that he never thought he’d get the chance to ignite again. His lips move against yours as if they were made specifically for this purpose. You begin to feel things that you would have assumed impossible, but you can’t ignore the fire that kicks up in your belly. You can’t possibly disregard the pulse that’s sprung to life between your thighs and you don’t want to, but you can’t help but to think: will this work?

You’re both eager to find out as you make your way towards the bed. Your feet move backwards, tugging him along until you feel the edge of the bed and he wastes no time. He cradles you in his arms, laying you down with practiced ease before his hands start pulling at your clothes.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he murmurs against your lips, breathless already as he drags the tip of his nose along your cheek and peppers kisses along your jaw, trailing them down to your neck. “So, so fucking much, doll.”

“I missed you too,” you confess, tangling your fingers in his hair as you close your eyes and tilt your head to one side. “You’re always right there in front of me, but no matter what I do, I can’t touch you like this. I can’t make you hear me. It’s torture.”

He props himself up to look you in the eyes, brushing his knuckles across your cheek. His eyes reflect the grief in your own, but still he smiles, though it’s bittersweet.

“I don’t have any fuckin’ clue what’s goin’ on. All I know is that, for right now, I have you and I’m not about to waste one second of whatever this is. I’ve never taken a second with you for granted and m’not about to start now.”

You nod, feeling more than a touch emotional as you reach up to pull him into another kiss. He can feel the warm tears that slides over your cheek and soaks into his skin as your tongues begin to wrestle with one another.

He strips off his coat in a hurry and tosses it aside, then helps you with discarding his shirt. He hands make quick work of your clothes while you work his jeans open and slide them down his hips, taking his boxers with them. Your lips only ever part when necessary to allow for the removal of fabric and then again when you wrap your hand around his fully erect cock.

“Shit,” he groans, eyes nearly crossing as he closes them.

You grin as his hips rock back and forth, slowly bucking into your loose grip, positively desperate for more friction. You can’t imagine denying him, so you oblige, closing your hand around his pierced shaft to stroke him as another groan tears from his throat. All that he can think is how he hasn’t felt this good in weeks.

But he wants more.

He attaches his mouth to your neck again, burying his face in the crook of it to suck and leave gentle love bites behind while his dexterous digits slip between your thighs. He parts your folds as if they’re petals of a delicate flower to slide the pad of his fingers right over your core, gathering your slick. A wanton moan escapes him at the feeling of you beneath him once again. Warm, wet, and wanting.

“Touya,” you whisper, voice shaking from sheer anticipation. “Please, I need you. Need you right now, baby.”

“M’right here, doll. I know,” he replies with a whisper in your ear as he props himself up once again to settle between your legs and slowly push his way inside with a soft groan. “I know.”

You gasp, sighing with pleasure when you feel his presence within your walls. Your arms drape over his shoulders to draw him closer as he begins rolling his hips, letting you feel every glorious inch gliding in and out over and over again.

It’s slow and sweet and it’s exactly what the both of you need. Your bodies meshing in perfect harmony. No words are spoken and none are necessary. You let your bodies speak to one another, allowing them to convey every notion that you’d never be able to find the words for anyway. His hands take their time roving over every part of you, sending shivers up your spine as you cling to him, hands traveling up and down his back as your hips shift forward to meet his every gentle thrust.

“O-Oh my God,” you stutter, tensing and gently raking your nails along his back as your back arches. “Baby, I-I’m so close.”

“Me too, doll,” he pants, moving his hips a few ticks faster to drive you both towards your respective ends.

He’s painfully close, but he holds on, waiting for that feeling that he’d missed so fucking much. The moment that you cry out and clamp down around him, making those beautifully sinful noises while your walls hug him tight, he erupts. His hips stutter and he curses under his breath, smoothing out his rhythm as he stares down at you in awe.

“I love you,” he declares, pressing his palm to your cheek as he rests his forehead against yours and allows his eyes to close. “I love you so much it hurts, doll. I always will.”

“I love you too, baby,” you pant in reply, a smile gracing your lips as you press your palm to his cheek as well. “Not even death can change the way I feel about you.”

He falls beside you and the two of you find yourselves in a moment suspended in time. Listening to the sound of each other’s breathing. Nuzzling the tips of your noses together. Studying one another’s faces with those goofy, lovesick smiles that you reserved solely for one another.

Until reality hits.

The corners of his mouth twist into a gloomy grin as his thumb brushes along the apple of your cheek. He’s afraid to speak his fears out loud, worried that they might be realized, but he can’t keep them to himself. He knows you’re likely thinking the same thing anyway. You two were often on the same wavelength, to the point that he frequently wondered if that old Greek myth was true. Maybe you truly were the other half of him. Maybe even more than half, considering he felt like you had taken all of him with you when you departed.

“When’s the last time that you slept, baby?” You ask quietly, despite the fact that you already know the answer. Even if you hadn’t, the weariness in his eyes would still give him away.

“Couple’a days,” he admits, seeing no reason to try and lie. “But I don’t want to sleep. I don’t want to lose you again. What if you’re gone when I wake up?”

“I won’t be.” You shake your head, smiling softly as you smooth his hair, beginning to play with it to try and lull him to sleep as you had so, so many times before. “I will always be with you, Touya. Please don’t ever forget that. No matter what happens. Whether I get to kiss you good morning tomorrow or not, know that I will never leave you. I promise.”

A single, solitary red tear drifts over his cheek. He presses his lips together and clears his throat as he wraps an arm around you.

“I won’t forget,” he whispers as he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, your nose, and finally, your lips. “Good night. I love you, doll.”

“Good night. I love you too, Touya,” you whisper back, gently wiping away the bloody tear on his face as you wind an arm around him.

You continue playing with his hair even after the soft sound of his snoring soon fills the room. You keep your eyes trained on his face. It was always nice to see him looking this peaceful, so you just lay there and you wait, taking comfort in the knowledge that he was finally resting while you anxiously await the morning sun.

When it inevitably shines through the window and Touya stirs, you feel as if you can’t breathe–not that you need to anymore anyway. Still, you’re on edge, impatiently waiting for his eyes to open. Waiting to see whether or not he can see you.

He takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh, feeling more well rested than he has in a long time. Finally, his eyes open and he turns his head, just as eager to find out if he could still perceive you.

He looks to the other side of the bed, blue eyes softening as the corner of his mouth tugs up into an almost imperceptible smile.

“Good morning, doll.”

thank you for reading! I hope that you enjoyed <3 likes, comments, and reblogs are all very much appreciated <3

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[matchamiko]

Teaching Dabi how to eat pussy the way you like it but he’s so desperately sloppy and messy about it that you just hump his face with one hand gripping his hair and the other tight on your own throat.

He’s inexperienced, mostly, he doesn’t give often if not at all to the partners he’s had in the past, few and far between; but then you came along and all of a sudden he’s offering and begging and demanding. He’s so used to seeing pussy eating in porn, in magazines that he’s got no rhythm, no method, no thought behind his guzzling and slurping and biting. So when you anchor yourself to him with a frustrated little whine, lifting your hips and grinding smoothly and sweetly against his tongue and his nose; Touya swears sees new colours and hears new sounds. The wet click of your cunt against his lips and chin, the shuddering of your thighs either side of his head, your mumbles and gasps against your constricted throat, and your encouraging praises of him just staying right there, just like that Touya. He cums loud and wet as he looks up at you through his lashes, half angry that you’re not teaching him like you said but half insane over the state of you, using him to your heart’s content.

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[kirbyskisses]

cw: breeding

dabi who practically explodes when you call him his real name while fucking. the revelation that it’s not just the villain you love - it’s all of him - the villain, the tortured child, the man who loves you - every part of him.

your mouth lets out a weak “touya” while he’s inside you and suddenly he loses all control - hips rutting ‘nd bucking into you like a dog. he practically cums on the spot, shaking and grunting loudly through a world-shattering orgasm.

then, he’s practically drooling; doing and saying anything to hear it drop from your lips.

“say it again, babygirl. c’mon, say my name.” he moans - dick as deep as it can go, before sliding out all the way to the tip and shoving back in, kissing your most plush, sensitive spot with every stroke.

“t-t-touya~” weakly rolls its way out of your lips as white cream from just before spills out of you onto the sheets below with every thrust.

“no, louder baby, c’mon… say it for me”

“t-touya-”

“that’s it. who’s making you feel good?”

“you are, touya~” you squeal, his hands gripping the meat of your thighs to push you further into a mating press.

“whose pussy is this, doll?”

“yours, touya. it’s j’st for you!”

“that’s right. all mine. and i’m the one you love right? i’m the whose baby you want - whose cum you need, aren’t i?” his blue eyes stare down at you in a mix of possessiveness, love, lust and desperation.

“yes. yes it’s you, touya - I love you, touya. want you, touya. want to have your baby, touya.”

dabi touya swears he’s never cum harder in his life.

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[fantasydaydreamers]

💜7 mins in Heaven with Dabi: Pt. 7 FINALE💙

Continuation of Part 6

Warnings: Underaged drinking, Lemon

You woke up to sunlight hitting your face. The first thing you noticed was a blanket covering you and the absence of Tomura. Memories from last night hit you like a freight train and you groan, shoving the blanket off.

"Well, good morning to you too," Tomura calls out softly, suddenly crouching down beside you.

You felt sick and nauseous as the events from last night became more clear, your brain no longer foggy from sleep. Throwing your hands over your eyes, you clench your teeth.

"Is it a good morning? Is it really?"

Gentle hands pry yours away from your face. "Hey now, none of that. You did the right thing by telling both of them."

It takes a second for his words to sink in.

"How do you know I told both of them?"

Tomura shifts so he sat on the floor and you roll onto your side to face him. "Well, considering you were up at 4 in the morning and came out crying, there's only one other guy I know who is also up at that time."

He rolls his eyes playfully.

"And Touya miraculously had zero blood on his face when I saw him again and I don't think he was in the right frame of mind to get everything off. He was in bad shape."

He gives you a pointed look as he finishes, but a small smile appears on his face anyway. You sigh in defeat, feeling numb.

"I don't think Hitoshi is ever going to talk to me again," you whisper.

Tomura shifts again and worms his way back onto the couch, forcing you to press your back tightly against the cushions.

"So tell me what happened," Tomura says gently.

You take a deep breath and start telling him everything from the moment Touya saw you in the hallway, not missing the look of surprise Tomura gives you when you tell him how Touya backed away to give you space to decide.

The part with Hitoshi had another wave of tears blurring your vision, but Tomura listened patiently, playing with your hair as you talked. When you finished, you took a deep breath, feeling somewhat lighter.

Tomura hummed and was quiet for a while, processing everything you said. The fingers in your hair had you feeling drowsy again and much more relaxed than before.

"Do you remember when I said they've been acting weird around each other for a while?" Tomura asks finally, breaking the silence.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you nod.

"There's a story, but I have to tell you about the night Keigo and Touya brought you over to Hitoshi's place first," Tomura clears his throat before continuing, "I know Keigo was the main one who dragged you along, and he doesn't just do that for anyone. Keigo is a friendly guy, but I learned later of how Keigo and Touya knew you."

By now, your eyebrows were permanently furrowed as you waited in anticipation for him to continue.

"I have to say, as soon as you made that comment about Mimi being the only pussy Touya can't get, I was a fan and I wasn't the only one," Tomura shoots you a knowing look, "however, when you left and Touya followed you out, we all kinda assumed something was going to happen at your dorm and I could see the disappointment on Hitoshi's face. You might've not seen it but throughout the whole time you sat next to those boys, they looked like they were going to explode."

"Nothing happened," you confirm, remembering that something almost did, but those girls walked by and reminded you who Touya was.

Tomura nods. "I know. Touya came back here pissed as hell and Yo couldn't help but laugh and crack jokes which didn't help his mood. We were all amused which seemed to aggravate him even more, but he didn't leave. Usually, if Touya is denied more than once, he moves on to the next, but for some reason, he's stuck on you."

"Maybe he likes the challenge," you suggest.

"Maybe," Tomura agrees. "Keigo ended up telling us about the 7 minutes in heaven situation and we asked Touya if something happened then and all he said was that the first thing you said to him was that you didn't want to do anything and nothing happened."

You were silent, processing everything that was being discussed about you behind your back. So Hitoshi knew this whole time?

"I know he probably tried to seduce you, we all know, but you denying him a second time? I think he liked it."

Tomura went silent after that as you had an internal battle in your head about what to do about the situation and the choice you had to make.

"I'm scared if I pick him, he'll get what he wanted and move on. Like he wins,'" you admit finally.

He nods in understanding. "That's honestly a possibility. I've seen Touya do that to girls before, but none have kept him waiting as long as you," he furrows his brows briefly, "but you did say he made that comment you in the bathroom so maybe he's serious."

Shivering slightly, you pull the blanket back up around you and Tomura. "I don't understand Hitoshi then. If he knew what happened between Touya and I this whole time..."

Tomura cuddles you close, wrapping an arm around you as you tuck into his chest for warmth.

"Now, with the story I have to tell you, I want you to promise to listen all the way through before saying anything," he says softly but sternly, making you somewhat nervous. You nod against his chest silently.

"Yo, Keigo, Touya, and I have all known each other since the beginning of high school and for the majority of that time, Touya was in a very serious relationship."

Your eyes widen in disbelief, but you remained silent.

"I'm aware of how shocking that sounds, but let me finish," he clears his throat before continuing. "Hitoshi and Kat were the last two to join our little group and he and Touya clicked instantly. They did everything together and..." He sighs wistfully, trailing off.

"To make a long story short, Touya's girlfriend cheated on him with Hitoshi."

You gasp, pulling back from Tomura's chest abruptly, wide-eyed. He shoots you a warning look that he wasn't finished, knowing you already had a million things to say.

"Apparently," Tomura stresses, guiding your head back to his chest, "it had happened before Hitoshi and Kat knew us, so Hitoshi didn't know she was already in a relationship, and it was never confirmed by the girl. Hitoshi swears on everything he had no idea until he met Touya's girlfriend one day, without knowing she was Touya's, and flirted with her, hoping for another hook-up..." Tomura cringes slightly, and you could tell he was remembering the situation. "Touya...confronted...him and said how long they'd been together when Hitoshi came forward and confessed."

Too much information was swirling around your head as you tried to piece everything together. You couldn't imagine Hitoshi hooking up with his best friends' girlfriend knowingly...right?

"Touya was heartbroken and obviously ended the relationship. At the time he believed Hitoshi, but we all know he has some resentment over him. Their friendship wasn't the same after that, and once we came here for college, he became this..." he trails off, looking for a word.

You stayed silent as promised.

"Well, you know. Whatever he is now," Tomura concludes. "I personally think that he's just trying to fill that void that never left. As for Hitoshi, I honestly don't know."

He paused for a second before adding, "Okay, I'm finished now."

"Holy shit," the words left you in a rush, feeling air being punched out of your lungs. Your brain was whirling with thoughts and questions, not knowing where to start.

This time you pulled back again, not knowing what face you were making, but Tomura snorted slightly.

"Do you think it really happened before Touya and Hitoshi knew each other?" Was the first question out of your mouth.

He furrowed his eyes and bit the inside of his lip in thought. "I'm...not a hundred percent sure. As much as I love him, Hitoshi can be a secretive guy and only confides in his brother when he needs to. All I know is that one of the main reasons he and Touya bonded so well is that they're both determined and go after what they want. He's just more...calculated."

An unsettling feeling rested in your gut as a knock came from the door.

"Tomuraaaa," came a hoarse voice.

Tomura rolls his eyes and calls out, "It's open!" You heard the door open and you peeked an eye over Tomura's shoulder seeing Yo stumble in. He immediately spots the two of you on the couch and wanders over, collapsing on top. You both grunt as Yo makes himself comfortable.

"What are we talking about?"

Tomura sneers and shoves him off. "We're talking about how you need to go brush your teeth. Didn't you shower and do all of that at Kat and Hitoshi's?"

Yo lays like a dead weight on the floor, not even bothering to get up and he mumbles his reply. "M'passed out as soon as we got there."

Tomura takes a deep breath to calm himself and you move the blanket off to get up. He shifts as well to get up, stepping over Yo and making his way back to the kitchen.

"Let's go get some breakfast," he calls out and the idea has your stomach rumbling. Yo groans and slowly stands up.

"Gimme 10 minutes," he mumbles, wandering to the bathroom as you stand and stretch. Yawning loudly you wobble slightly from the stretch, noticing Tomura staring at you from across the room fondly.

"What?"

"Whoever you pick, they're one lucky piece of shit."

The muffled sound of a shower turns on.

~*~*~*~*

Half an hour later, you found yourself sitting in the same booth as yesterday with Yo and Tomura. The conversation you had with Tomura played like a broken record in your head as you tried to figure out what Touya and Hitoshi's goals were or if there even was a goal.

Everything seemed deeper than what it was and it was all so frustrating and confusing. The table was silent, Yo still clearly hungover as Tomura played on his phone. What may seem like a comfortable silence to them was awkward for you.

You eyed Yo wearily.

He held his head in one hand as he absently drank from a sugary frappucino, staring out the window with strained eyes. Just knowing he was also told of the 7 minutes in heaven situation made your skin crawl. Sure, you haven't had much time to talk with him but-

He knew.

You freeze up next to Tomura remembering that Yo was the one who gave you the truth-or-dare option at the party last night. You almost jerk away, uneasiness settling like a weighted blanket over you.

What was going on? Tomura was there too and tried to calm me down, but what if he's been messing with me too? Is Tomura actually my friend here?

Overthinking everything that's happened in the past few days, you fumble out of the booth, feeling like you couldn't breathe.

"(Y/n)?" Tomura asks, a worried and confused expression on his face. "Are you okay?"

"Restroom," was all you managed to get out before bolting down the hall. Memories of you and Touya against the wall flash vividly in your mind briefly. This time though, you actually enter the restroom and into the nearest stall trying to calm your racing heart.

Breathe, (Y/n). If he had other intentions, he wouldn't have told me that story this morning. He hasn't pushed me towards either of them and has helped talked me through things.

Okay, maybe they all know about the situation and how you and Touya met, but they also know nothing happened. Trying to convince yourself everything was fine, you sigh and think of a way to calmly walk back to the table and maybe get more information out of Tomura and Yo when the restroom door opens.

"-told you he wouldn't care."

A pause.

"He hasn't been with anyone for the past few weeks, of course we're all curious."

The one-sided conversation made it clear a girl was on the phone, and it was painfully obvious who she was talking about.

"Whatever. It's not like she knew if we hooked up that night or not...you're just an ass who wanted her to pick you."

You furrow your eyebrows as it was silent before she snorts a laugh.

"See? Karma is a bitch, huh 'Toshi?" The girl mocks teasingly as your jaw drops open, your heart thudding faster in your chest. She laughs again and says something else you didn't register, too shocked to even breathe. Her saying goodbye tuned you back in as you open the stall door, mustering the courage to walk by and see just who it was.

You meet her gaze in the mirror, watching her eyes widen in shock and freeze in the middle of applying lipgloss.

'Last night was soooooooo fun, baby~'

Saying nothing, you hold her gaze a second longer before walking back out into the donut shop and back to Tomura, a few tears finally sliding down your face.

He notices and puts his phone down in a panic. "What happened?!"

You cross your arms over your chest and stare straight ahead, knowing if you'd look at him, you'd break down.

"Hitoshi can go to hell."

~*~*~*~*

You ditched class and spent time with Tomura and Yo for the rest of the morning. After telling them what you overheard in the bathroom, not only was Tomura livid but Yo seemed pretty upset about bro-code being broken.

He earned himself a slap on the head for that, courtesy of Tomura.

You understood what he meant though. If Hitoshi did what you all suspected him of doing, he also framed Touya. It was sad because even though Touya had a reputation you already knew of, Hitoshi tried to twist it even further.

The girl had come out of the restroom not long after you, dashing through the donut shop to the exit.

"Think she'll tell Hitoshi?" Yo asked, arms crossed over his chest.

Tomura scoffs, looking disgusted. "Let her. I would love to hear how he can talk his way out of this one."

You also asked Yo about the truth or dare question and he said Kat had whispered the idea in his ear and he was too drunk to comprehend anything so he just went with it. Both you and Tomura make a twisted faces and Yo apologizes, saying that he should've never done the keg stand.

You went silent after that, feeling empty while rethinking every situation you had with Hitoshi. Sure, you were torn between him and Touya and you never meant to lead them on so is that why Hitoshi tried to make you pick?

But then to make me feel guilty last night and get mad about the text...?

"-(Y/n)? (Y/n)!" Yo was waving a hand in front of your face looking concerned. Blinking, you snap out of it.

"Hm?"

"We're going to invite Keigo and Touya, is that okay?" It was sweet that Yo asked, but you weren't sure if seeing Touya so soon was a good thing. You needed answers first without him.

"Sure, but I can't miss my next class. I have a project due in less than two weeks that I haven't started." You'd be gone by the time they'd show up anyway.

Tomura nods silently, but you could guess that he saw through your words. "I'll message you and tell you everything." He picks up his phone again and you tell him your username.

decayedy0uth followed you

decayedy0uth: 🩵

You manage to crack a smile and Tomura gives you a hug in the booth. "We'll meet up later, okay?"

Distracted, you leave the donut shop with a headache.

~*~*~*~*

It wasn't a surprise halfway through class you felt your phone buzz. Expecting to see Tomura's message, your heart drops seeing that it was Hitoshi.

brainwxshed: (Y/n) please can we talk

Anger and sadness flared through you again watching him type.

brainwxshed: i can explain eveything i swear. please.

Hesitantly, you start typing back.

you: explain what? that you set up Touya and lied to make yourself seem...better? oh and you had the nerve to get mad at me for coming forward and being honest and truthful about the text i accidentally switched up because i didnt want to see YOU hurt?

you: i dont need an explanation. i understand perfectly.

brainwxshed: nononono that's not it. i mean yes you're completely right, but my intention wasn't to hurt you. or my friends. i really like you.

Funny way of showing it, you thought bitterly.

You don't respond, tapping your pencil against the desk as you tried focusing on your now-abandoned project. Hitoshi keeps typing then stops, his username taunting you.

brainwxshed: can we talk in person? i promise i'll explain myself.

Is the message he finally settles on, making you frown.

you: im in class.

brainwxshed: after...later. i dont care when i just need to talk to you. you can pick the place.

The campus library was the first place that came to mind. It was quiet and had individual study rooms for students.

you: library in 45 minutes. everything, hitoshi.

brainwxshed: i swear. thank you, (Y/n).

It was time to end this once and for all.

~*~*~*~*

Your class ended twenty minutes later and you got to the library early since you kept being pulled away from your project. Snorting softly, you remember just a few days ago if you never went with Keigo and Touya to Hitoshi's dorm, all of this drama would've been avoided and the project could've been finished.

While sitting in one of the individual study rooms, your phone buzzes.

decayedy0uth: okay so touya is pissed. rightfully so, but we had to leave the donut shop earlier and now we're at his dorm trying to calm him down...he kept saying how he promised to give you space but he's worried really wants to check in on you. i missed seeing this side of him...

decayedy0uth: anyways, how are you holding up?

Touya's concern warmed your heart but first...

you: if i tell you, promise not to say anything to anyone.

decayedy0uth: promise.

you: im meeting with hitoshi soon.

decayedy0uth: okay...text me after.

Smiling slightly, you heart his message loving that he always understands.

"(Y/n)?" Hitoshi's voice called out gently, making you turn. He was early. Leaning against the door, his left eye was swollen and sporting a shiny black and blue bruise, his piercing missing. Wincing, you feel some of the anger dissipate. Motioning for him to come in, he does and slightly closes the door behind him before sitting in front of you.

He didn't look good and you were sure you didn't look the greatest either.

Knawing on his lip ring, Hitoshi runs a hand through his wild purple hair before meeting your gaze. "I fucked up."

Your mouth parts slightly, shooting him a 'really?' look, but he keeps talking.

"It's just..." He sighs heavily. "I do like you, and I know how Touya sleeps around and leads girls on. I didn't want you to fall for it and go down the same path. When you came over that one night it seemed like you wouldn't and when Touya left with you..."

He takes a deep breath looking away.

"But he came back and told us how you denied him twice and I thought maybe I had a chance. It sounds selfish, I know. Sex is always the goal for Touya, but later that night when the rest of the guys fell asleep during the movie, Touya and I were still up. Me with my insomnia and him because well...he must've been thinking."

You sit up straighter with this new information.

"He just turned to me and said 'she'll be mine,'" Hitoshi smiles sadly, "obviously I thought he meant just for hooking up and I didn't want to see you hurt. He's done it to enough girls."

His voice shakes.

"He woke up Keigo and they left after that, Yo and Tomura following. When I messaged you later and heard your dorm broke down, I genuinely was offering a place to stay with no ulterior motives. That night after you fell asleep, I did...text Touya, which was immature and stupid to do, but he just texted me the same thing he said earlier."

You scowl at hearing Hitoshi tell Touya you were staying at his place, and he looks away ashamed.

"The girl who said that at the donut shop is a childhood friend of mine. She slept with Touya before and he did the same thing to her that he does to every girl," Hitoshi frowns, clenching his fist. "She was so heartbroken because he told her everything she wanted to hear just so he could get in her bed."

Silence.

"I had to listen to everything my best friend did to her, without a care in the world, only to sleep with her roommate the next night," he swallows heavily before clearing his throat, "anyways, I had told her that I met someone I was interested in and that Touya was also after her. Since she fell victim to Touya before, she said she'd help me out."

By now you were almost in tears again. Both Touya and Hitoshi seemed like they had unresolved tension that needed to be cleared. After hearing what happened to Hitoshi's childhood friend, you could understand the motive and felt bad. It was still fucked up in a way, but you wondered if Touya did that to Hitoshi out of revenge for sleeping with his girlfriend in high school.

Hitoshi was looking at you, unguarded and worn down, clearly waiting for a response.

"I'm going to ask you a question and I want the absolute truth," you say quietly but sternly.

Hitoshi nods.

"Did you sleep with Touya's girlfriend in high school knowing they were together?"

Shock flickers over Hitoshi's face and you could see that he wanted to ask how you knew that, but his eyes fall again, dropping his head into his hands.

"...Yes."

~*~*~*~*

'Hitoshi swirled the drink in his plastic cup, looking out at the crowd of people at the party. The music was too loud, but since his brother is such an asshole-

"Stop looking like that, Hito. It's fine." Katsuki elbowed him roughly, taking a swig of his beer.

"Why are we even here?" Hitoshi groaned playfully.

"What do you mean 'why?' We're graduating high school soon so why not see what we'll be doing next year," Kat grinned manically, eyeing a group of college girls that walk by who giggle when they see him staring.

"I don't think so," Hitoshi said monotoned, but couldn't help but eye the girls as well.

Kat snorts and turns to a group of people who called his name, knowing people who already attended this college.

Hitoshi had to wonder why the hell he agreed to come with his brother. He didn't care for loud noises or large groups of people, but he promised he'd try it. Just this once.

Kat's group of friends introduced themselves to him and he nodded a hello. Kat was just about to say something when a person in the center of the room stood up, cupping his hands around his mouth as he yelled, "Anyone down to play spin the bottle?!"

A chorus of cheers could be heard and Hitoshi felt his arm being tugged as Kat pulled him towards the crowd.

"Kat!" Hitoshi scolded, not really trying to escape. Once a large circle formed around a table with a single bottle in the center, the guy who suggested the game spun first. Hitoshi watched, intrigued, as the bottle slowly came to a stop in front of him.

The crowd cheered and Kat cackled.

"Truth or dare?" The guy asked.

Hitoshi groaned, annoyed, but a small taunt from Kat in his ear had the spark of a challenge flare in his stomach. He glanced at his evil twin and shot him a glare.

"Dare."

The crowd cheered

The guy who asked grinned. "I dare you to pick someone and do 7 minutes in heaven."

"Holy fuck," Kat wheezes as he claps him on the back.

Hitoshi shifted his stance nervously glancing around the room. He didn't want to pick anyone. These were all college girls and he wasn't someone who could just sleep with just anyone. Glancing around, a familiar face stood out and he watched her walk around the group.

"Hey," Hitoshi called, trying to get her attention. It seemed to work because her head snapped up in fear before recognition flickered in her eyes seeing him. She then realized everyone was staring at her.

"Yeah?" She asked hesitantly.

"Come do 7 minutes with me," Hitoshi said cooly, hoping his eyes were saying that he needs help to get out of this. The crowed 'ooh-ed' his confidence but he glanced at his brother, knowing he recognized her too.

"Okay," she shrugged and dragged Hitoshi into the nearby closet.

"I'll set the timer!" The guy cackled, tossing a condom at Hitoshi before closing the door on them.

Pitch black.

"So-" Hitoshi started before he felt lips on his. Stunned, he stood motionless as she tried to get him to kiss back before pulling away annoyed.

"What?"

"Aren't you dating that one guy from our school?"

"Hm?" She murmured, kissing down his neck instead. Hitoshi bit his lip to suppress a moan.

"You...dating," he murmured, tilting his neck as his head swam with pleasure.

"We broke up," she mumbled back, fumbling with Hitoshi's pants. A few alarms went off in his head, but a soft hand wrapped around him that had them going silent.

Did they really?

Before he could ask again, the girl dropped to her knees and Hitoshi's head fell back against the wall.

"Fuck..."'

~*~*~*~*

"You didn't know!" You exclaim loudly, forgetting you were in the library. The story Hitoshi just told you had you hating this girl with every fiber of your being.

Hitoshi looked even worse than before. "I feel like deep down I did. She was cheating on him before me...that's why she was at that party. She had a college boyfriend...who was there."

"Oh my God? Hitoshi! Please tell me she doesn't go here," you look at him in horror.

Thankfully he shook his head.

"Nah...she got a scholarship to another college."

You sigh in relief, having one less situation to worry about.

"Why didn't you ever tell Touya the truth?" Nothing made sense anymore and you just really needed them to talk.

Hitoshi stares at the table, eyes empty.

"I thought he'd hate me more if I told him I did sleep with her. I didn't know the truth of them still being together until he confronted me later on."

You stand up and lean over the table to cup his face in your hands so you could look him in the eyes.

"She lied to you. To him. Tell him the truth." Your voice was stern as he stared at you brokenly. "C'mon, I'll text Tomura we're on our way."

Packing your stuff quickly, you pull out your phone.

you: tell everyone Hitoshi and I are on our way over. He and Touya need to have a long conversation alone. preferably without fists.

decayedy0uth: oh god...what did you do

you: get the truth.

~*~*~*~*

Hitoshi led the way to Touya's apartment and your feelings were all over the place, but mostly exhausted from everything you learned today. When you two arrive, Hitoshi hung behind you as you knocked on the door.

Keigo opened the door silently, shooting a look at Hitoshi. He let his gaze linger before turning away, leaving you to close the door yourself.

It was deathly silent in the dorm, all of the boys sitting in the living room staring at you and Hitoshi. Awkward wasn't a strong enough word to describe the atmosphere. Your eyes immediately find Touya's and he was seething. His hair was sticking up everywhere from what you could only assume was from him running his hands through it constantly.

Clearing your throat you decide to speak up.

"I don't hate Hitoshi."

All eyes turn to you.

"What he did was...a choice," you turn and give him a pointed look, "but I don't hate him."

"But-" Yo starts to speak, but you cut him off.

"Touya." You call out, meeting his burning gaze. "Hitoshi has something to tell you."

Nudging Hitoshi, he jerks.

"Uh...can we talk in your room? No fists...just words." Hitoshi attempts a grin but it comes off as a grimace.

Touya's eyes flicker to you briefly and you nod once. Silently, he stands up walks towards you two and around, down a long hallway. Hitoshi takes a deep breath and you pat him on the arm gently for reassurance before watching him follow.

You only turn back to the rest of the boys when you hear a door close.

"What truth?" Tomura finally speaks up in regard to your text.

Taking a deep breath you walk over to the couch and sit next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder as your eyes start to become heavy. "'s not my place to say."

You weren't sure if Tomura replied or not because your eyes were already closed. Low muffled voices of Keigo and Yo could be heard as you were lulled into a deep sleep.

~*~*~*~*

"C'mon, (Y/n)," Tomura murmurs. "Let's head back to the dorm." He was shaking you slightly and you grumble, sitting up, realizing you were now laying on his lap.

"What time is it?"

"10 pm," Tomura groans, yawning. That had you waking up more, looking around to see Hitoshi and Touya standing next to each other staring at you.

Both of their intense gazes had you flushing, still not fully awake to process what was going on. It was a relief seeing that they were in one piece and had no new visible bruises.

Standing up you yawn and rub your eyes, seeing that Yo and Keigo took turns giving Hitoshi a bro-hug goodbye.

Shooting a look at Tomura, he catches it and nods slightly with the promise to tell you everything.

Not knowing what to say, you watch Tomura say goodbye to them before turning to you. "We'll wait outside," Tomura says gently, patting your arm before leaving with Yo. Keigo says something about a shower and takes back off down the hall.

Now left in front of them, you don't feel as intimidated as you would've before. Hitoshi opens his arms slightly in question and you smile softly, giving him a hug.

"I don't deserve you," Hitoshi whispers in your ear so soft you almost didn't catch it. He hugs you tighter and you felt your heart clench and drop in confusion. "I'm sorry for everything and for handling it poorly, but you still helped me and saved my friendships."

Just over his shoulder, you see Touya watching fondly with no jealousy or envy in his eyes.

"Thank you, (Y/n)," Hitoshi whispers one last time before pulling away, not before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

Your eyes felt watery because it sounded like closure and that this was something he needed to do. Deep down you knew he was doing this for himself and for his own sake, but it still hurt because like you realized, you didn't hate him.

You don't think you ever could.

He sees the look on your face and laughs softly, ruffling your hair. "What's that look for? We're fine. We're all still friends," Hitoshi says and Touya finally comes up next to him and puts an arm around his shoulders.

You stare at them the best you could with blurry eyes, deciding to respond to Hitoshi's comment, hoping he knew you didn't hate him or that you didn't want to stop talking to him. After everything that's happened, you're just happy he made peace with Touya and hopefully the two can move forward.

"I forgive you."

~*~*~*~*

Tomura had basically told you that they were in Touya's room for hours and while you slept they watched a few movies.

"They looked a lot better when they came out," Tomura said as you two curled up under his sheets, "relieved, I mean."

You two had gotten back to the dorm and took turns in the shower before Tomura offered you to sleep in his bed. Sleeping on the couch for a third time did not sound fun.

You hum and listen as he fills you in, looking at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling.

"Their eyes were swollen too. From crying," Tomura says in awe. "Whatever was talked about was needed like you said." So they didn't tell everyone else yet. Maybe sometime in the future, but right now they needed to process it on their own.

"I'm just happy they're okay now," you confirm, "that everyone is okay."

Tomura rolls on his side to stare at you. "Not to sound pushy but does this situation impact your decision? Or did you decide?"

Hitoshi's words echo in your head.

"I think it was decided for me."

Turning to meet Tomura's questioning gaze you tell him what Hitoshi said. It's strange, but you don't cry this time, and he cuddles you close when you finish.

"Can I tell you something without you getting mad?"

You nod.

"I think having Hitoshi tell you that makes it easier for you to not feel guilty for liking Touya," he whispers.

Rolling that around your head for a while, you sigh and pull away to look at him. "Why are you so perceptive?"

Tomura snorts.

"Psychology major."

"Ah..." That explains it. All the advice and comfort he's shown you made sense now and he was damn good at it too. "I do like Hitoshi, but after he told me about his friend getting involved when on the other end, Touya gave me space. He might've resented Hitoshi before the conversation today, but at least he was equal in letting me choose."

Tomura hums, drowsily.

"I don't think it was decided for you, I just think now you can embrace your true feelings and move forward."

"...Isn't it too soon?" You whisper.

"I'm sure they talked about you, (Y/n)," Tomura's words start slurring. You let it go after that, knowing he was right.

His deep breathing eventually lulled you to sleep.

~*~*~*~*

A few days later you decide to text Touya just to see how he was doing. Although the friend group still met up, you tagging along as your dorm was still not fixed, Touya kept his distance from you, laying off the flirty comments but still included you in conversations. Hitoshi doing the same, but it felt just friendly now. Their friendship wasn’t going back to normal overnight, so the awkwardness was present when everyone was together.

Katsuki met up with everyone at some point and he stuck by his brother’s side, on guard and looking at Touya until they disappeared for a short while, only to come back looking friendlier.

Touya has also cut off his endless supply of girls, which surprised you more than anything. Tomura gently reminds you that Touya had cut off his supply of girls since the first party and smirks when your face flushes red.

Pouting, you pull out your phone.

you: hey how are you doing?

bvrnt.eros: what's with the formalities? we just saw each other a few hours ago?

You roll your eyes.

you: yeah, but we were with everyone else. i didn't have a chance to ask you personally if you've been doing okay...

You saw him type and then stop, biting the inside of your lip not knowing why you felt nervous.

bvrnt.eros: i mean...im as good as i can be i guess. it was a lot to process and it's just weird now.

bvrnt.eros: reflecting back on what i did, i mean. but i should be asking you that question...are you okay?

This is it...

you: well...i've been doing a lot of thinking...and i know you said you'd wait for me and...

Leaving it open-ended you ease into it to see what he says before continuing.

bvrnt.eros: (Y/n)...

you: i just don't want to ruin what you and Hitoshi are trying to rebuild. but i thought about everything and the one thing that stuck out to me was how you always put me first, Touya.

you: and you never lied.

What once was a choice was now abundantly clear.

bvrnt.eros: fuck...

bvrnt.eros: can you come over?

You bolted out of Tomura's dorm without responding, the door slamming shut behind you.

"...Bye?" Yo calls out from the kitchen, a spoon hanging from his mouth in confusion as Tomura grins knowingly, placing his chin on his folded hands.

~*~*~*~*

As soon as Touya opens the door, you hug him tightly, catching him off guard as he stumbles back. That familiar woodsy musk and sandalwood smell invades your senses as you bury your face into his neck.

"Hello to you too," he teases in that flirty voice you've so desperately missed. His arms tighten around your waist, hugging you back as he kicks the door shut with his foot.

The movement put you two off balance and you end up swaying gently and Touya sighs softly, squeezing you tightly. It was just a hug, but it felt more intimate and had all the built-up tension poured into it. Arousal swirled low in your belly just from being pressed up against him.

"Thank you," you mumble against his neck, not missing the shiver when your lips brushed against his skin.

Touya hums and pulls back, moving one hand away from your waist to tilt your chin up. His eyes were low, burning with that smoldering gaze you used to despise.

"I should be thanking you," he murmurs back, eyes tracing every little detail on your face. "I learned a lot in the past few days not only about my past but also what I want for my future."

"Hm? What's that?" You ask dreamily, watching him study you just like he did in the bathroom at Tomura's. He hummed lowly, a grin pulling at his lips as his thumb traced your bottom lip.

You couldn't help but smile back, tilting your head as you leaned closer to him.

"Are you going to kiss me now?" You barely finished whispering the question when his lips finally meet yours. His groan echoed the noise you let out, tightening your hold on him. The almost-kisses were worth it if it meant the real thing would feel like this. Your knees felt weak as his tongue stroked yours, the feeling of a metal ball had you reeling in pleasure.

His hand that was gripping your chin, tilted your head back more as he kissed you deeply, the rush of it wearing off as Touya slowed the pace and took control of it. Your head felt dizzy as he pulled back to bite your bottom lip, smirking slightly before diving back in for another deep kiss.

The whine you let out was embarrassing, but damn him, you forgot he knows what he's doing and that he does it well.

"So pretty..." Touya praises, pulling away to kiss down your neck, marking you up as he tried to find that one spot that would-

"Touya~" You gasp, tilting your head to the side as he marked you, his responding growl making you shift your stance. Without taking his mouth off of you, Touya moves his hands to your ass, picking you up as he walked down a hallway.

"Keigo's not here by the way," Touya murmurs against your neck, which had you coming back to reality a bit, feeling bad you forgot they share a dorm. He kicks open his door and you don't even have time to look around his room before he gently lays you down on his bed.

Pulling away, your eyes were unfocused as you tried to stare back at him. He was above you, eyes lidded and dark as he made sure you were watching him when he took off his shirt. The abs on his stomach catch you off guard as your gaze eventually travels to his broad shoulders and lean but muscular arms.

Tattoos covered his arms and although you couldn't see his back, you could see the edges of ink on his ribcage. Your mouth dries at the sight, knowing that he is always in baggy clothing, so seeing him like this was making you squirm.

He smirked again, placing his hands on either side of your head as he hovers over you. "Like what you see, dollface?"

Narrowing your eyes, you take a deep breath and reach down, grabbing your sweatshirt to pull it off. It didn't sound like Touya was trying to be cocky, but the look of surprise on his face was enough to tell you he forgot who he was dealing with.

That endearing look came back and Touya lowered himself to kiss across your collarbones, kissing down your chest and stomach with a clear destination in mind. "These too, (Y/n)...please." Placing a kiss above the top of your pants, he stares up at you through his wild messy hair.

Did I do that?

Nodding, you give him the permission he needs to strip the rest of your clothes off your body, now only leaving you in your panties. You felt shy, not knowing what to expect as he had a lot of experience. He seemed to sense it though because he kissed your thighs gently.

"So beautiful, (Y/n)," a kiss on your inner thigh, "so perfect..." Touya groaned, this time placing a kiss over your clothed pussy that had your hips jerking. "Nono...please...lemme taste you. Lemme eat this pretty fucking pussy."

His tongue comes out, soaking the fabric as you gasp under him.

"God, (Y/n), ever since that day outside your dorm I felt this pussy throb against my leg and I just wanted to..." A growl leaves him as he pulls your panties to the side, mouth latching onto your clit directly that had your hips coming off the bed. The tongue piercing rolling over your clit had curses falling from you, Touya gripping your thighs tighter as he ate like a starved man.

It was embarrassingly loud how wet you were, the smacking sounds of his mouth against your pussy as he groaned heavily, panting as he leaned up on one arm to use his other hand to part your swollen lips. "Oh fuck~" Touya slid his fingers through you, collecting your wetness as he stroked your clit gently before moving down to your entrance. He looked as far gone as you felt. Leaning his cheek against your thigh, he kisses it once and watches your face as he eases a finger inside.

Your mouth dropped open and your head fell back, "Touya!"

The sound he made in response to you saying his name had you clenching around his finger. "Yeah? Lemme find that spot for you, dollface...wanna make you cum~" He sounded drunk and the heat was building in your core fast, the sounds leaving your mouth long and high.

It felt so fucking good and when a warm and wet mouth attaches itself to your clit again, that finger twisting before curling up had you crying out, gripping his hair as your orgasm washes over you. Touya works you through it, all too happy to be trapped in between your thighs as you ride his face, his mouth following your clit when you tried to get away.

"S-sensitive!" You cry, tears of pleasure blurring your eyes as Touya slowed his suction, a muffled whine vibrating against you.

"Mm...yeah okay, I'm done-" Touya pulls off, sucking your juices before sliding his tongue back to your clit making you squeal his name again. "'M coming up..." he pulls away reluctantly, looking thoroughly fucked out and satisfied.

You couldn't imagine what you looked like, breathing heavily, face flushed. He leans up over you again, kissing you softly and you whine from embarrassment tasting yourself.

"Okay?" He asks gently, pulling back once you two slowed your breathing. Nodding, a genuine smile graces his lips, a dimple appearing on the side of his mouth you've never seen before.

The discovery distracts you long enough to not realize that Touya pulled his pants down and tore open a condom wrapper to roll it on. "I'm going to go slow okay?" He whispers gently, pulling your ruined panties off as he settles in between your legs again.

Your arms wind their way around his neck as he guides his cock to your entrance. He held eye contact as he went deeper, gritting his teeth as your jaw dropped at feeling small bumps move against your inner walls.

"What the fuck-" you whine, shuddering at the realization. The one dream you had days ago flashes vividly in your head and you cover your face with your hands.

"Does it hurt?" Touya asks softly, panting and he gently pried your hands away from your face. He stopped pushing in and you felt dizzy not knowing how much was left or how far he even got.

The difference between this Touya and the one you dreamt about made your heart warm. He looked concerned, thumb stroking your cheek as he waited for you to answer. Taking a deep breath you shake your head and smile.

"I'm okay."

Touya kisses you again, going slow. He takes his time with you, learning what makes you feel good, pulling every moan, gasp, and mewl he could all while staring at you lovingly. He checked on you throughout, making you feel cared for and when he finally brought you to the edge, he held you tightly, whispering praises in your ear as he helped you ride it out. His own groans of pleasure let you know he felt everything you did and enjoyed himself just as much.

After, he cleaned you up and gave you a shirt to borrow as you two cuddled together under the sheets, content and happy. Being in his arms felt safe and after everything that's happened in the past week, all the hell that occurred, being here with Touya...

He felt like heaven.

~*~*~*~*

🚨!!!ATTENTION!!!🚨 All students in the SOUTH dormitories, the heating system has been restored. We would like to extend our sincere gratitude to other students who helped with accommodations. Once again, we deeply apologize for the inconvenience as the safety of our students is the utmost priority-

~*~*~*~*

Touya's hitlist taglist:

@spaceisout @deputy-videogamer @magpiesworld @blahblahblahhhhhhhhhhhhhh @mod-hadagile @whokillednyx @ittybittywallflower @bubblewordsofsodapop @poopiepoopie123 @frontier-renegade @windex-princess-ami @yourfavoriteloover @ashash @shamefulwitch @allthingsleviackerman @97britt @joyhdh @fallingmoon02

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[mhathotfic]

Dabi with #5 for the mini event?

Who needs a lover with an enemy like that? event

I went for a quirkless/real world au for this one

Warnings: implied past relationship/unresolved feelings, one night stand/morning after sex, toxic situation, afab reader with they/them pronouns, smoking(cigarettes)

Paring: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x reader

How did they get here?

Why were they laying naked next to a man they hadn’t seen in months? Someone that used to be so dear to them and distance himself for what? Jealousy? Because they fell in love with someone else? Someone he once considered a friend, maybe something closer to a brother?

Maybe they had blame there too. They could have reached out sooner. Could have tried to be a better friend. Could have reached out for something better than what they had.

Now they were heartbroken and wanting the man who broke it, and left with the one they used to try and get over it.

Why was he still there in their bed though? They would have thought he would have left as soon as he was up, instead he was sat in their bed taking a long drag of the cigarette he had lit moments ago.

Probably to piss them off. They always hated his little habit.

“Touya—”.

“It’s Dabi”.

“It’s pretentious. I’ll stick with Touya, you didn’t have a problem with it last night anyways”.

“Forgot how bitchy you could be” he took another drag and blew his smoke at them.

“You know? I think this might’ve been a mistake” they spoke with huff, readying themselves to throw him out and never deal with him again. No matter how much it hurt to sever ties completely with their old life.

“Yeah? Maybe you shouldn’t fuck your ex’s ex friend just because he didn’t want you anymore” he snapped back, pulling them over his lap when they tried to get up. They pretended like they didn’t notice his dick stiffening against them. Ignored the deep rumbling of his groan as they told themself they weren’t grinding against him, simply readjusting their position.

“You were my friend too once” they paused to let a gasp slip as he slid into them again “and it’s not like I forced you into this”.

This wasn’t gonna be an easy, clean break. He was dead set on making it messy for them. Maybe they wanted him to though? It seemed better than being alone.

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[kleftiko]

❦ PRO HEROES/VILLAINS FAVOURITE POSITIONS

cw: mature, gn!reader

—aizawa

you on top. 100%. no debate. not only because he’s always tired, but because he wants to look up to you like the deity you are. he wants you to take control, use him to make you feel good. he does not think he deserves you, but he would do anything to keep you happy and satisfied. that’s his favourite position, but if you want anything else, he moves in a snap.

—hawks

missionary. now, this position is incredible when you’re in love, for hook ups its meh. despite his flirty attitude, he absolutely adores you. he wants to hold you close, admire your pleasure stricken face, and kiss you all over. he wants you all to himself, all day, every day. and when your fingers trail up his back, dragging across his shoulder blades and wings meet, it has him shaking.

—dabi

doggy style. man has trust issues, commitment issues, intimacy issues, you name it, he has it. he can’t look at your face, the haze in your eyes from pleasure and love are too much for him. give him time, be patient, and he will come around. but there’s nothing like the jiggle of your ass as he thrusts into you that will always hold the title of his favourite thing.

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