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approvedtrash · 1 year

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Relax Baby..

You were lounging on the sofa just enjoying the last few days of recovery. After one too many missions you had some broken bones and bruising to get over. Thankfully Recovery Girl had patched you up but some time still to get your bearings was issued.

“Hey baby bird, you’re looking a little bored,” you heard your boyfriend say as he flew in.

“Mmm maybe just tired, I don’t get to catch up on sleep that much. You know that,” you said.

Sitting up a bit and turning the TV down a bit as Hawks came to slowly move your legs to set them on his lap. Bundled in your favorite blanket in the afternoon sun. You pressed continue watching and just enjoyed the simple lazy lounging you didn’t get much of. Though about ten minutes in you felt Hawks shift and lift the blanket. You assumed he was going to get comfortable underneath with you but he had other ideas.

“What the actual fuck?! Hawks what are you doing?” You asked pushing his head away from the waistband of your sweats.

“Come on bird, it’s been a busy day and I thought maybe I’d keep you occupied since you’re bored,” his voice sang.

His hands were roaming your thighs, pulling at the strings and dragging your sweatpants down slowly. Feeling his teeth nip and bite at your inner thighs. Your injuries were healed at this point but still a bit stiff to move too fast.

“Hah - I bet this is what got you through the day huh? Dabi was right, you were fairly distracted today,” you huffed out.

Everything stopped. His head popped out from underneath the blanket with his sharp eyes peering into yours. Your eyes got big as you realized what you had said. Biting your lip slightly the blush spreading across your face.

“So, you and Dabi have been talking huh? I thought you told me he was rude and creepy,” he said. His hands still roaming the inner parts of your thigh and brushing against where you needed him most.

“He sent me a message to stop distracting you and we got to chatting. He’s actually pretty funny,” you replied.

He hummed, “How can I not be distracted by this wet pretty pussy I have waiting for me at home?”

At that point he had inserted his index finger into you and the gasp you made had him smiling. Ducking back underneath the covers to start licking and sucking on that clit he’s addicted to.

“Fuck! Okay, I’m sorry... Was I not supposed to try to be friends with hi- him?” You gasped.

Hawks didn’t respond, just kept up his ministrations while you moaned and clenched around him. He eventually added a second finger and moved his tongue faster as he hummed into you.

“I’m close... baby please,” you begged.

“Maybe you should ask your new friend if you deserve to cum baby bird,” he whispered as he pulled away.

You cried in frustration, “What is wrong with you?”

“Say cheese baby,” he said pulling up his phone with his fingers in front of him. Clearing blocking you mostly but catching the glistening slick he had on him.

You were so dazed you weren’t sure what exactly was happening but you heard the shutter of the camera. Pulling yourself out of the orgasm you were denied you stared above you to see his smirk.

*DING*

You looked around and grabbed your phone to see who it could be. There on your screen was the picture he had just taken sent to not only you but one other contact.

Dabi.

The door opened and you were pulled out of everything that was just happening minutes ago. Turning your head to see black hair and piercings with black clothing.

“Wanna tell me why you’re sending me porn of your -” Dabi stopped midsentence at the scene before him. Your hair splayed out around you and sweatpants shifted down to you ankles. Your t-shirt had been pushed up so your breasts spilled out in the glow of the sunlight.

You gulped as you two locked eyes. Then you heard the chuckle above you and shifting of your golden bird boy. He tossed his phone onto the unoccupied portion of the sofa.

“Thought you would like a little snippet Dabi, weren’t you saying earlier that you thought she was a sexy piece and you wish you’d gotten to her first?” He asked across the living space.

Dabi hadn’t blinked since he walked in. Stunned and frozen to his spot in the doorway. You were just as shocked and wondering what your boyfriend was playing at. You turned to look at Hawks.

“What’s this about?” You asked softly.

Pulling you up and turning you so that your back was to his chest. Hawks maneuvered you to face Dabi while pulling your legs up and using his own to keep you spread open.

“Why don’t we show Dabi here that there’s a reason I have to come home every night huh?” He whispered into your ear.

You moaned and grit your teeth. The exposed feeling gone as two fingers sunk deep in you as teeth bit into your shoulder. You heard the shudder from across the room as the door slammed shut.

“What’re you playing at bird brain? What -” Dabi was stammering and trying not to stare.

“Oh come on, this kitten likes to be the center of attention, you don’t mind do you?” He purred into your ear.

You gasped as his other hand started to gently circle your clit and just nodded as sounds spilled from your mouth. Your toes curling as you chased that familiar feeling. Noticing that the chair across from the sofa had moved and was now occupied.

“I can feel you clenching already, you gonna cum already? That’s not the show you want to put on for our guest is it?” Hawks asked, his words going directly south.

“Please, just - AH - wanna cum please can I?” You begged. Though you weren’t sure who you were asking at that particular moment.

“Well, tell her. Can she Dabi? You wanna see her cum on my fingers?” You heard your boyfriend say to his friend.

All Dabi could do is nod his head. He had lost the ability to speak at the beautiful scene before him. Your sounds coming out all breathy and sweet. Going straight to his strained dick. He was harder than he’d ever been in his whole life.

“She can’t hear that man, command her,” Hawks said.

“Cum kitten, wanna see how beautiful you are when you fall apart,” he said softly but his words were strong.

You came with a scream as you felt everything and your body convulsed. Grabbing onto Hawks’ leg and his hair. Your orgasm ripped through you after the initial denial earlier. He cooed in your ear at how good you had done and brushing the hair out of your face. Dabi hadn’t stopped looking at you.

“You look like you’ve got a little issue right there, want some help with that?” You heard your boyfriend ask.

Dabi didn’t answer, just looked down and frowned. He couldn’t be insinuating what he was thinking. There was no way. Hawks was incredibly possessive and there wasn’t a way in hell he was just going to let him fuck his girl.

“Why doesn't he... you know? While we?” You suggested.

Hawks huffed and licked his bottom lip while he pondered your words.

“I never got you that birthday present, what do you say? Wanna watch me fuck my girl while you get off to her pretty sounds?” He said.

The deep intake of air Dabi did had your eyes widening. How could someone who not even two hours ago was saying he’d done some crazy shit and now he was nervous. Sure he joked and was lighthearted with you but you knew he wasn’t a saint.

“I didn’t know it was your birthday Dabi, this isn’t going to make up for it but I think maybe it’s a good start,” you mewled while petting Hawks' hair.

"You two are, what the fuck is going on?" Dabi demanded.

"I think we explained everything on the table, don't you think Kitten?" Hawks said.

You nodded and got up, slick still dripping down between your legs. You kept eye contact with Dabi as you approached and dropped to your knees in front of him. Slow hands traveled up his legs and you reached his belt to unbuckle it. Your hands carefully pulled down the zipper and you could feel the heat coming off of him. Pulling him out and stroking his cock as your eyes widened. You weren't sure if he was even breathing at this point. You leaned forward.

"Just a small taste?" You asked.

He nodded.

"Mm, knew you'd have a smokey flavor, I like it," you whispered.

You got up leaving him exposed just like you and walked back over to Hawks. Leaning down so Dabi could see everything. You whispered something in your boyfriend's ear. To which he agreed.

"You're in for a real treat friend, make sure you don't waste it," Hawks said, turning and having you sit on his now exposed length.

"The fuck you mean don't waste it bird brain?" Dabi sneered.

"Fuck," you hissed as you slid down slowly. "Dabi you're so good, filling me up like this."

He almost choked hearing his name come off your tongue. You were on the other side of the room, riding your boyfriend but calling out his name. His hand couldn't help but travel south to stroke his own ego.

"That's it, right there, you fill me so well and god you're so sexy," you purred.

Sloppy already the air was filling with the sound of Hawks pounding into you although trying to stay silent as you listened to light moans come from Dabu across the room.

"Dude, you gonna say something or just pretend she's not even here?" Hawks finally called out.

"Please, wanna hear your voice, tell me everything that comes to that mind of yours" you whined.

"Fuck kitten, so good bouncing like that. You look absolutely angelic like this. That beautiful skin and those sounds coming from you, so good for me," Dabi panted out.

"I hope this helps the day you've had, I've been aching for this feeling," you said.

Hawks had picked up his pace and Dabi was matching it with his hand. Worshipping everything you were giving him. Every sweet sigh, every slap of skin against skin, all that tantalizing wet collecting underneath you. He noticed your hand sneak down to your breasts as you kneaded and pulled at the skin. Roaming down to your clit where you started playing with yourself.

"Fuck kitten yes, just like that. You touch yourself but don't cum until I say, yeah?" Dabi said.

You nodded and worked slowly, it was the opposite of the rhythm Hawks had set but it was working you up well. You could tell he was close and you bit your lip.

"I wanna taste you when you cum please?" You asked. Doe eyes welling up with tears as you were close.

He almost didn't register it, but thankfully he looked behind you at Hawks as he nodded in approval. Dabi got up still pulling and teasing his own length. He walked over to you and your eyes lit up at him towering over you. Still feeling Hawks inside you hitting that spot as you teased yourself. You did the only thing you could think of at this point. You stuck out your tongue.

"Goddamit," was all you heard as liquid fell on your face. It was hot and my god was there a lot of it.

You groaned at the feeling mixed with the sounds you heard and a high pitched whine fell out with a half hearted please.

"Cum kitten, you deserve it," you heard his raspy voice say.

You did. You came on your boyfriend's cock with his friends cum on your face. Only to feel the familiar feeling flooding into you at the same time. Hawks laid his head on your shoulder and panted into your skin. Dabi was resting over the arm of the sofa catching his breath and putting himself back into his own jeans.

You were relishing in the euphoria and couldn't move a muscle. Hawks lifted you and carried you to the bathroom to clean you off. Sitting you on the padded rug while he ran a bath for you. Dabi came in and wet a towel to clean off your face.

"That was fun," you hummed. Your eyes closing in between sleepiness and satisfaction.

"Glad you thought so baby bird, I agree. It was fun, something you'd wanna do again?" He asked.

You just nodded and cuddled into Dabi for warmth. His face flushed and he went a little rigid but accepted the touch.

"Gonna clue me in on it next time?" He asked.

"Mmm, maybe, though it's fun to see you squirm," Hawks replied.

Dabi carried you over to the tub and placed you in. You winced slightly at the temperature but calmed down as the bubbles and smells filled in around you. Both men walked out to grab clothes and a towel for you.

"Legit though, happy birthday. Sorry I didn't get you anything, but she's always laughing at what you send her and I think I see you smile more when she's around," Hawks said.

"Don't go telling secrets birdie, but thank you." Dabi said.

You all ended up spending the rest of the evening cooking, laughing, and making plans for the three of you.

#dabi #dabihawks #DabiHawksReader #mha #bnha #smut #happy birthday touya #late birthday post #smutty #my hero academia #my hero academia smut #keigo takami #flirty #hotwings

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sleepylawr · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Toga Himiko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko Additional Tags: Birthday Sex, Birthday, Hurt/Comfort, Soft Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Soft Takami Keigo | Hawks, Soft Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Switch Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Switch Takami Keigo | Hawks, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, They are horny your honor, Porn with Feelings, they're so bad at feelings, Not Beta Read Summary:

Whatever Hawks was trying to do by buying stuff for him wouldn’t change that Dabi thought he was a spy. He just knew that. They may have slowly lowered their defenses when they were alone, but that didn’t change what they were and that, one day, they would lose whatever the two of them had. He let his eyes roam the room, trying to find something that would distract him from his dooming thoughts. And then he saw it on a small monitor on Hawks’ coffee table. January 18th, 00:01. “Well, happy birthday to me I guess.” he let out with a sigh, holding his cup higher before finishing the tea. Suddenly, he just wanted to hide under Hawks’ warm sheets and sleep.

#fanfiction #fanfic #dabihawks #dabi x hawks #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #dabihawks fanfic #i managed to finish this in time i'm so happy #happy birthday dabi #happy birthday touya

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palewolfshowl · 1 year

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My brother shares the same birthday as Touya, so I get to celebrate with actual cake and pretend my brother doesn’t exist, and that we’re celebrating Touya’s birthday instead.

#happy birthday Touya #Touya Todoroki #birthday

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birf · 3 months

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(revives self for dabi’s birthday)

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY DABEEEEEIIII #dabi #touya todoroki #bnha #dabi fanart #mha #my hero academia #dabi birthday #Barty

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doomdaysdecays · 1 year

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#happy january 18th #doomdays posting #my hero academia #happy birthday dabi #happy birthday my melo #bnha #boku no hero #dabi #touya todoroki #mha #1k

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dabislittlemouse · 9 months

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𝔅,

Congrats on the follower milestone, you devilish genius. If you still have slots…

“If y’keep undressing me with those eyes… I’ll catch a cold.” // SMUG, FLIRTY BASTARD DABI

Ahhhhzjsjs I can’t wait to see what your beautiful mind conjures~

- heiny

“𝐈𝐟 𝐲’𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬…𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝”

Dabi x Reader smut- MDNI +18

contains: seeing Dabi for the first time at ReDestro’s big event, Dabi being a flirty bastard, thick tension in the air, thrill and new feelings blooming, cunnilingus, possessive Dabi. Mentions of long hair since I tried to make it specific for Heiny

A/N: HELLO- posting this today as a little birthday gift for yew🥳 and it turned out a full fic :3 Everybody come wish Heinous a happy birthday or I’ll come for your throat 😡

Enjoy your dance with Dabi~

The invitation letter to ReDestro’s big event found itself in your hands that day. The PLF had organised this event to celebrate a new beginning, the League of Villains that had supposedly taken charge and became one with ReDestro’s army. To celebrate for their future success and goals, to become one, united and indestructible, so it would be a pleasure for you to join as well on this glorious event, the invitation said.

You were kind of cautious about everything at first; you were familiar with the League of Villains and their doings, though the sudden dedication and admiration ReDestro had towards them, to the point of lending them all his power and people, made you feel skeptical.

But let’s give it a chance. There had to be a reason why ReDestro saw them as fit and trustworthy allies.

Though what you did not expect was to find yourself trapped and captivated by them as well, or to be more specific by him.

The dress you wore was striking, kissing your body so well, the crimson color having everyone’s eyes glued on you. Your hair curled up, falling down your shoulders, red lipstick on your plump lips and smokey eyeliner to bring out the sharpness of your eyes, it was all you needed for you to radiate nothing but magnificence as you walked on the stairs of the big fancy mansion.

The ballroom was undoubtedly huge and glowing, already crowded with people, filled with nothing but cheering, laughing and talking. There were citizens, villains and powerful people; all invited to celebrate one singular cause. Eyes were peering at you as you headed inside, the tap of your heels and your fragrance making heads turn. The waiter approached you and you took a glass of champagne, smiling at the strangers and being friendly. You didn’t do well on crowds, especially when you barely knew anyone, anxiety would already fill you from the inside. The invitation could’ve easily been declined but something inside of you was urging you to go.

Not after too long ReDestro decided to give a speech, along with the new leader, Shigaraki Tomura by his side. It was followed by loud cheering and applauses, everyone already seemed devoted to Shigaraki, accepting him as their new supreme leader. The lieutenants came afterwards on stage, you recognised some of them, the little blood-obsessed girl, with a big cheerful smile on her face, the gecko, the magician…

Your gaze was stuck on the raven haired man, who you immediately recognised. His mauve burn scars painting half of his face and hands, decorated with metallic piercings all over, as his eyes lingered around the ballroom. You knew the pyromaniac named Dabi, and heard of his doings. You’ve heard that he was a cold-blooded murderer, a rude, arrogant and merciless villain that burned down towns and people. Not someone you’d want to cross paths with.

And here he was, in front of you, and the mere sight of him gave you chills down your spine. He stood tall, radiating confidence, power, his presence was enough to make anyone quiver. Dabi was wearing a dark blue, lavish looking suit, the tie almost loosened, holding a cigar on his hand. Attractive was an understatement when it came to him. ReDestro’s speech was inaudible in your ears as your brain turned mush, your eyes glued to the man, not realising you were biting your lower lip too.

Your breath hitched the moment his eyes locked with yours. You thought he’d avert his gaze and ignore you, but no. He was staring right back at you, his eyes taking in all your sight, from head to toe, his face expressionless but those eyes..

Fuck, even from this far you could feel that piercing gaze burning you from the inside out entirely. Dabi licked his lips in anticipation, a slight smirk gracing his face, not breaking eye contact with you. You swallowed hard, immediately averting your gaze somewhere else, heat creeping up your face.

God, what even was that..

As the speech was over, the celebration began, everyone took their drinks, some started dancing, swaying with the music, some enjoying the finger food. Though you noticed Dabi was approaching you the moment he came down from that stage. Slow, almost predatory steps.

Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck he’s coming my way…

You tried to keep yourself calm, but your breath hitched as he came to you up close. He was taller, looming over you, his strong cologne mixed with smoke intoxicated your senses and his gaze was too much to handle. Not knowing what to say, you gave him an awkward smile while he took a puff from the cigar.

“If y’keep undressing me with those eyes, I’ll catch a cold..” he said with a teasing tone in his raspy voice, making you flush in embarrassment. Damn, he was a flirt wasn’t he? You could feel your heartbeats getting faster, but your face expression remained neutral.

“I’m sorry about that” you replied back, taking a sip from your drink while giving him a sultry look. Usually, eyes were all that it took to seduce men and make them obsessed. And your eyes were your strongest weapon. “I’d offer you a… warm up, in case that happened. But I’m sure your quirk is enough for that”

His smile grew wider, more wicked, while he thought of all the meanings this warm up could have. You felt like crawling away and hiding into the furthest corner. One more word from him, one more look, and you’d turn into a puddle on the floor. He came closer, eyes focused on your cleavage, decorated with a diamond necklace.

“Never seen ya around here, dollface. You new?”

The nickname made your voice almost come out quivering. “Y-Yeah pretty much. I’m not a villain or a hero but.. just an acquaintance. I hadn’t been in touch with ReDestro for a long time though”

“Ah”

After that, the both of you stayed silent, it felt kind of awkward at first while he continued smoking.

“Y’wanna try?” he asked, handing you the cigar. You immediately shook your head.

“No thank you, I don’t smoke”

“You afraid of hurting those pretty lungs of yours or somethin’?” he said and before you could even comprehend, his eyes were looming over your half exposed chest. The blush on your cheeks didn’t go unnoticed as he let out a chuckle.

“Relax will ya? You gettin’ heated up already..”

“I am relaxed” you snapped, your eyes looking around the crowd, anywhere but him.

“You didn’t come here with anyone. A pretty thing like you, and you don’t have a man?” Dabi asked, and you watched his finger reaching to twirl some of your hair.

“No man. Surprised? Why is it a necessity for a pretty girl to have a man?” you frowned, this time staring right back at him. Though your tough facade was easily broken whenever you locked eyes with his.

“Didn’t say that. Was kinda hoping in fact that you didn’t have one” Dabi smirked as you bit your lip nervously. “Would be a shame if I turned them to ashes”

Your eyes widened at the continuation of that sentence, blinking twice and processing what you just heard.

“Huh?!”

“What?” He a wrapped hand around your waist. It felt warm and sent tingles on your body. “Is it wrong for me to want someone I feel very…captivated by? Y’know dollface, nothing, and I mean nothing, can grab my attention that easily. It’s hard to please a man like me”

Whether you knew or not, Dabi was already captivated the moment he landed his eyes on you, it’s like those eyes of yours lured him into a trap that he could not get himself easily out of. Just the way he lured you in too. And here the both of you were, tension thick in the air.

“..wait. So you’ve taken an interest in me? And if I had a man, you’d burn him to ashes, that’s what you’re saying?” you mumbled, gathering the pieces together. “That’s vile!”

“Atta girl. You’re so clever, aren’t you? ” Dabi chuckled and you rolled your eyes. He licked his lower lip, wanting to make those eyes of yours roll more from other reasons.

“I’ve always been vile, baby. I got a reputation out there, that’s brought me where I am now” he grabbed your hand, pulling you in for a dance as you both walked to the center.

“And in this world you gotta be merciless and vile to get what you want”

He didn’t even have to ask you appropriately if you wanted to dance or not, you were now swaying with him to the music, his hand on your back as yours were on his shoulders. Your face was mere inches away from his, the others around you had to stop and stare. Dabi was not known to associate with people often, let alone dancing. So everyone’s heads now were filled with questions as to who you were, and how weren’t you afraid of being this close to Dabi out of all people?

“So you think you can make me yours? Very bold of you. And you barely even know me” you smirked. The audacity of this man.

“Think? Nah doll, I will make you mine” he whispered in your ear as your breath hitched. “And I’ll have plenty of time to get to know every single part of yours”

Someone who’d be looking at the both of you from far away, would think that you two were kissing. That’s how close he was to you.

“Y-You’re too close..” you stuttered, but the expression in your face was almost blissful. As if his heat made you totally drunk on him.

“Too close huh.. is that bad?” he pressed his lips on your cheek, your body pressed hard against his, you could almost feel his toned body through his clothes. And something else.

“You don’t like me being close to you? It makes your heart feel all fluttery?“ he chuckles “Does it make you feel some type of way, maybe? What type of way would that be, sugar bun~”

You let out a gasp, your belly swarming with butterflies. “Y-Yeah..I feel kind of dizzy, um sorry I just- I think I need some fresh air.

You backed away from Dabi and headed out of the ballroom, leaving the dance in half. Though this did not discourage him, you could already feel his heavy steps coming from behind you. You inhaled a sharp breath, your face sweating and your heart pounding out of your chest.

The long corridor was empty and gloomy. Only your heavy breathing and his steps from behind you could be heard, along with the faint noises of the party.

“Where you goin’ huh?” he laughed, his voice echoing in the corridor. “I can’t let the newbie wander around freely around here now can I? That’s not what a good lieutenant would do. Especially when there are different kinds of villains wandering around here as well, who knows what they’d do when seeing a pretty thing like you all alone..” he says, grabbing you by the waist again and pulling you towards him. The look in his eyes is dark and twisted, almost possessive, as if he found the rarest gem in the world and no way he’ll let anyone else get it. He took in your scent, burying his head on your neck and letting out a soft moan.

“A-As if you’re different from them..” you snapped back, trying your best to not let any whimper come out of your throat.

“Ah.. You wound me with your words doll, I could never be like them” Dabi stared at you, a scarred hand wrapping gently around your delicate throat. “I’m worse”

Without a warning his lips crashed against yours, roughly and possessively you could barely call it a kiss. His tongue slid on your lower lip before entering inside, almost making you choke on that feverish sloppy kiss. He let out a low groan that made your whole body vibrate, his breathing and grunts as he devoured your mouth sent you to pure bliss, to the point you whimpered and moaned on his mouth too. His hand grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing it as he slammed you against the wall.

“You like that don’t you huh..” he whispered between kisses, and all you could do is hum in response, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Mm yeah?” he hummed back. “I’ll make you fall f’me. Completely”

He backed away from the kiss, leaving you there fucked out and panting before going down on his knees. One of your legs was thrown on his shoulder before he lifted your dress. You were in pure bliss to even protest, your body needed this so you just let it happen. The thrill and danger this man’s eyes promised you, you wanted to taste it all.

“Wanna see you try” you responded, wanting to provoke him further. He smiled mischievously as he roughly tore off your laced panties.

“Hey! Those were pretty!” you cried out.

“Don’t worry baby, Dabi’s gonna get new ones for ya, alright?” he kissed your inner thigh and going further, leaving a trace of kisses and small bite marks behind.

“If you’ll be my girl, I’ll burn everything down to the ground and get you whatever you want..”

And with that, his tongue lapped on your cunt, sweet ambrosia making his eyes roll as he savoured you. You let out a high pitched moan, your hand covering your mouth.

“God, your taste..” he hummed, circling his tongue around your clit and down to your folds agonisingly slow. “Weeping for me sweetheart, aren’t you?”

“Mmhmmm” you nodded, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Good. I will make this pussy cry for me”

He placed his mouth against your cunt, his tongue sliding deep inside of you, then sliding out to lick and suck on your puffy clit. The wanton sounds you let out were music to his ears, encouraging him even more.

“Mmmhh that’s it princess, grind on it, just like that” he whispered as you continued to move your hips, riding and grinding his tongue, your head falling back in pleasure. “Fuck, you’re so pretty, so fuckin’ sweet”

He plunged two fingers deep in your cunt, curling and scissoring them while his tongue continued to lap your clit.

“Dabi!! S’too much!” you whined but he didn’t stop. The knot forming in your stomach was ready to snap anytime soon.

“Yeah? C’mon I know you can do it” he teased, his chuckle against your cunt sending vibrations through your body. His gaze never leaving yours as he admired you above him. “Cum for me, baby”

Your moans got louder, not even caring if someone would walk by to see you two like this. His groans got louder too as he sloppily made love with your pussy, his stitched muscle not letting a single part unlicked.

“Dabi.. M’gonna… gonna cum!” you called out.

“Yes, baby. Do it. Be a good girl and cum for Dabi”

That’s all it took for you to reach your high, cumming all over his tongue and fingers while your legs shaked violently. It felt like your soul almost left your body as he continued to lick you, moaning at your sweet taste.

“That’s it.. shit, so good” he growled, eagerly slurping all the juice dripping down your thigh before pulling away with a loud ‘pop’ and a satisfied expression on his face. As if he just ate the most delicious meal in the world.

Dabi stood up, admiring your blissful expression, your eyes unfocused and legs still shaking. He made a mess of you, and he loved it.

His hand grabbed yours, placing it on his hardened bulge that made your heart skip a beat.

“I think it’s time we continue our dance, doll” he said smugly, kissing your lips and making you taste yourself. “We gonna dance together all night long.. and we won’t stop. Until I make sure you’re completely mine”

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emeraldsage98 · 9 months

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Absolutely fantastic on the wings of change art (one of the many fantasty dabihawks aus I've got on Ao3) done by @alienescence, who was commissioned by the best friend in the world @usagi323!

I'm posting slightly delayed, as real life can be a bitch, but I'm so so amazed and grateful for this spectacular gift, and I'm so excited to share it with y'all!

on the wings of change is a four-part series I'm writing on Ao3, about God!Dabi and Former Assassin!Keigo! These are all inspired from the series itself - Keigo in his Hand Uniform, Dabi as himself, and a surprise peak into Keigo later on.

Love this so so sooooo much!!!

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captainstrawberrywings · 29 days

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Happy birthday Sakura

Here is Graffart postcard for Sakura birthday 4/1

#Sakura san #cardcaptor sakura #Cardcaptors #Kero kun #sakura kinomoto #Cerberus #Tomoyo Daidouji #Tomoyo San #Touya Kinomoto #Yukito Tsukishiro #Yukito kun #Touya kun #Syaoran Li #Syaoran kun #Graffart #merch #Chibi #Happy birthday Sakura

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dawn-moths · 3 months

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"Winner Takes All"

Dabi/Touya x Female Reader

word count: 5,000+

(*set in my “cerulean gaze” au // play fighting with touya ends up with you two getting a little more physical than you bargained for.)

disclaimer/content warning: 18+ content! minors dni! fluff & smut, established relationship, mentions of reader being harassed at work, some cute banter, play fighting, size difference, light choking, finger sucking, happy birthday touya <3

*ao3 mirror*

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“Hey, what’s the matter?” Touya asked the moment you walked through the apartment door wearing a look of blatant agitation, brows furrowed and jaw flexing as you replayed some of the day’s earlier events in your head.

Tossing your bag carelessly onto the tiny kitchen table before completing the remaining three and a half strides to the living room couch, where you then flopped down face first and buried your face into the nearest pillow, letting out a blood-curdling shriek that was, thankfully, heavily muffled by said pillow, didn’t really directly answer your boyfriend’s question but it certainly did confirm one thing.

Something was definitely the matter.

You felt Touya’s weight sink onto the side of the couch your feet were hanging off of and heard him say, “Alright… Spill it,” before glancing at him out of the corner of your eye for a moment, only to sigh and turn your face back into the pillow that was still hot with the ghost of your furiously exhaled breath of a scream. You groaned something unintelligible, causing Touya to sigh and lightly roll his eyes before placing a big hand on the small of your back, gently rubbing there in an attempt to help calm you down.

But this wasn’t one of your panic attacks. This was something else. This was likely— of the few times he’d seen you in this state that he could recall— something that, once he heard the truth of it, would make him wish he hadn’t buried Dabi and left his old life of violence behind.

Because this meant someone had undeniably, indisputably, and absolutely pissed you off.

And in his eyes, that was personal and probably meant they had to die.

“C’mon, you gotta tell me…” he further pressed, scooting over and giving your shoulder a light shake until you agreed to sit up and face him, legs crossed in front of you while you relentlessly picked at a loose thread sprouting from one of the second hand couch cushions, huffing and puffing and pouting as you mumbled things like, “Doesn’t matter,” and “Don’t wanna talk about it,” even though he clearly could tell that you did.

“I’ll make you a hot chocolate,” Touya bargained, unable not to find the way you perked up upon the mention of one of your favorite feel good treats absolutely adorable before the expression fell away a little upon him concluding with, “but you gotta tell me what happened, baby.”

Exhaling one last difficult, dramatic sigh, you said, “Fine…” and before the mugs even went into the microwave you were already delving into your tantrum-inducing tale.

Apparently there was this customer at your part-time job— a new regular, you made sure to clarify with so much mockery and disdain Touya was beginning to think you were adopting too much of his own annoyed speech habits— who just wouldn’t leave you alone.

The first time he’d come in on your shift, he’d merely complimented you, so you’d smiled and wished him a good day. The next time, he was very obviously flirting, which you didn’t reciprocate but still gave a wobbly, nervous smile in an attempt to not make things awkward until he finally left. Then he was asking you out, which you had to turn down because, as you’d tried to explain to him, you had a boyfriend. But that apparently wasn’t enough, because after that he still thought he should ask you out again, and again, and try to convince you why you should just give him a chance, that it could be our little secret, saying he wouldn’t take no for an answer, which had caused a pit to form in your stomach as that particular line brought back some bad memories you’d give anything to forget. Today you even outright told him to knock it off, but all getting angry seemed to do was spur him on further, like he thought if he kept wearing you down you’d eventually give in.

You’d tried being nice. You’d tried letting it go. You’d even tried logically explaining your way past his repetitive and unwanted advances. But there was just no way for you to be any more clear. Except, maybe, by saying what had almost accidentally slipped past your lips today.

“I should’ve just told him my boyfriend used to kill guys who messed with me. Maybe that would get him to back off.” It came out as sardonic and meant to at least be half a joke, but the way Touya went rigid and froze just before his own mug of scalding hot chocolate could touch his lips told you that that was probably the last thing you should ever say.

He let out a cold, curt, and completely unamused chuckle, staring at you with half-lidded eyes, his tone dark and warning as he said, “That’s not funny.” Besides, the thing Touya didn’t tell you was how often he was afraid someone from his old life would just happen upon him in his new one and turn his now unbelievably blissful reality upside down, losing you and therefore ruining the one good thing he’d ever had.

You flinched a bit but still gave a crooked, nervous smirk, replying in a mumble, “It’s a little funny…” Before taking a hesitant sip of the hot chocolate held in your hands, wincing as the seering liquid burned the tip of your tongue.

“Alright,” Touya’s harshness melted then, sliding closer to you on the couch and huddling you close, laughing when a soft yelp escaped you in fear of the sweet drink spilling over the edge of the mug. Once both your mugs were safely placed on the coffee table and you were cradled against his warm chest where you belonged, he said, “It’s a little funny. But seriously. Don’t just go around saying that kind of stuff. You never know who—”

“You never know who might put two and two together, blah, blah, blah, I know—” you finished his sentence with a bored sounding drone meant to imitate his voice when he lectured you, having heard it all before, tilting your head back to gaze up at him wearing a devilish little grin when you next asked, “But wouldn’t it be funny just to see the looks on their faces, only for a second, before they brush it off and figure I’m messing with them? I think it would.”

He had to give you that one. One of his favorite parts about when he’d done Dabi’s job was that quick expression of horror that crossed his victim’s faces when they realized they were royally fucked and there wasn’t a damn thing they could do about it. Jeez… Maybe you were picking up one too many of his mannerisms after all…

“I could at least tell him something like, ‘Oh yeah, well my boyfriend used to fight guys who messed with me.’ That actually wouldn’t be a complete lie either…”

Now Touya could allow himself to find some amusement in your little comeback fantasies, egging you on by adding, “Now that I can do,” which caused you to giggle and joke, “Actually, just one look at you and he’d probably never show his face in there again! If I knew where he worked then we could walk in, hand in hand, and give him a real surprise!”

Even Touya was laughing a bit now, the two of you imagining the same scenario and not necessarily taking it off the table if things kept going the way they were. It’s not like Touya had forgotten how to track people. Murder might’ve been a no-go but stalking without intent to harm was a loophole— and possible future intimidation tactic— he was seriously going to consider.

“Maybe I’ll just have to fight him,” you quipped, nose turned up with an air of confidence and a devilishly proud smile spreading across your lips. “He definitely wouldn’t see that coming.”

“That I’d pay to see,” Touya teased, reaching for his mug of hot chocolate again. You eyed yours, but based on the way the steam was visibly rising in tendrils from the surface, you figured you still had some waiting to do.

“Hope your bet’s on me.” You gave him a light nudge and pretended to punch him without making contact, striking ridiculous poses and making cartoonish faces like all you needed to win a fight was a crazy imagination and sheer will. Balling your little hand in a tight fist, you mimed uppercutting someone and said, with eyes narrowed and voice lowered to something husky and hilariously serious, like a character out of Mortal Kombat, “I’d knock him out with one hit.”

Touya almost choked on his next gulp, causing all your horsing around to cease and turn to real concern as you gently patted him on the back until he cleared it from his throat. Once you were sure he was ok, your playful mood seemed to slip away, the sudden interruption enough to remind you of the grim reality that was you’d probably just have to keep dealing with it or have your shifts changed for a while to throw him off.

Touya felt bad, wished there was something he could do— besides the fact he’d pretty much already made up his mind to at least find out where the guy lived, y’know, just in case— until an idea struck him.

Shimmying you out of his arms and standing from the couch to face you, one hand outstretched and beckoning you with a challenging motion of his fingers, he said, “Let’s practice.”

You now stared up at him with a bewildered expression and just simply asked, “What?” like you thought you hadn’t heard him properly.

“C’mon—” He took your hand and hoisted you to your feet. Even with you now standing he still towered over you, as lanky and looming as ever. He cracked his tattooed knuckles and rolled his neck, thin tendons flexing under the black ink that was etched there. “I can at least teach you how to throw a decent punch…” He placed his hand over yours, his palm swallowing your grasp as he moulded it back into a fist. Then, snorting out a sarcastic breath and giving you one of those if only you knew looks, he said, “If you try and hit anybody like you were punching the air a second ago, you’re gonna break your hand, doll.”

There was a split second where you wanted to pull away, admit that you didn’t actually want to hit anyone— well, actually, you did want to, in this case, you just knew you weren’t going to— and go back to sitting on the couch together and find a good movie to watch while you drank your hot chocolate, but Touya was already explaining which fingers to tuck and the right angle to strike from and, in all honesty, you were starting to become kind of curious.

“That’s it,” Touya proudly assured you after guiding you through a few test punches to an innocent pillow he held out in front of him. The very same pillow you’d unleashed that pent up shriek into earlier. Poor thing had been through so much abuse today…

“Am I doing it right?” you asked through a slightly nervous giggle, unsure of the foreign motion but still vying for his approval anyway. You gave one last extra hard punch that actually sent your boyfriend a hair off balance, and that’s when you actually felt proud of yourself. “Ha! Now I can say I’m the one who used to fight people!” You declared with confidence. Punching a pillow was a far cry from a real fight, but Touya kept that point to himself. He was just glad that you weren’t so upset anymore.

“I guess I never really thought about it, but maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to teach you some simple self defense…” he pondered, a sentence that you almost missed amidst your triumph. “Wanna learn how to like, dodge and deflect and get out of a chokehold and stuff?”

Your eyes lit up as you excitedly exclaimed, “You can really teach me how to do all of that?”

“Hell yeah,” Touya chuckled. Now that he had your full attention again, he began the next lesson. Forget watching a movie, fake fighting with you was going to be way more entertaining.

***

An hour later, hot chocolate gone entirely cold and forgotten, the early evening’s faded blue now painted over with the first dark brushstrokes of dusk, it was time to put your new skills to the test.

“So if a guy grabs you like this—” Touya took one of your wrists in his fist, not gripping hard enough to hurt you, but definitely tight enough that you couldn’t easily break away. “What are you gonna do?”

You took a moment to think, recalling some of the tips and tricks he’d shared with you before your thoughts caught an answer you thought might apply. You attempted to counter him but apparently made the wrong choice, because before you’d even finished following through you saw the corner of his lips twitching up into a sinister smirk, grabbing your other wrist and spinning you. The next thing you knew he had both your arms pinned against the wall your back was now pressed against, his sharp hip bones digging into your waist as he used his body to further cage you.

“Uh-oh…” Touya teased, voice low and dark, his lips growling out in a whisper next to your ear, “Make a move like that and it’ll get’cha in a place you probably don’t wanna be…” Your stomach lurched with equal fear and arousal as you swallowed hard, throat bobbing and arms starting to tremble a little as you used all your strength to try and push against the force of him holding you against the wall.

“That’s not— fair…” you grumbled, words strained as you tried to quickly yank from his grip, yet again, to no avail.

“If anything was fair, babe,” Touya responded, one inky eyebrow quirking up in mockery, “then girls like you wouldn’t ever be in situations like this.”

“I’m gonna knee you in the balls, Touya,” you stated with an unamused drone, trying to play off how nervous you actually were right now by acting a little pissed off. You could see him hesitate, backing off just an inch, but he didn’t let go. Not yet.

“I’m serious—” you began to warn more urgently, some panic woven into your words then, but that’s when he released you, letting you quickly slip past him at the first given opportunity. You stalked a few paces away, rubbing your wrists and giving him a glaring side eye until he looked guilty.

“Sorry…” he said, all that sapphire pleading for you to not hold it against him. “Too far. I was just messing around—”

“Sike!” you called, an evil smile crossing your features as you rushed him, tackling him with all your remaining strength, catching him just enough off guard to send him stumbling and tripping over his own feet. The only flaw in your plot for revenge— the fact that you held on a little too tightly and ended up tumbling down to the floor along with him.

Touya, who was laying underneath you, shielding you from the bone-crunching hardwood that he was also now noticing was desperately in need of a good sweeping, exhaled a wheezy groan and rubbed the back of his head.

“Oh my god!” you gasped, sitting up from where you were now practically straddling his lap. Your hands were hovering with concern over him as you anxiously asked, “Are you ok? I didn’t mean to— Are you bleeding?!”

“Oh, god…” Touya winced, pulling his hand back from his head where you were both relieved to find it wasn’t smudged with red. “I dunno… I just think…” His words trailed off, like he was losing focus, and you felt your concern for any potential concussions you might be responsible for swell. But then he was flicking that devious gaze up to meet your worried eyes, that signature smirk of mischief reclaiming its rightful place on his face as he said, “I just think next time you should pay more attention to my hands.”

You gave him a confused look, cocking your head slightly as you began to repeat, “Your hands…?” but Touya didn’t let you finish the sentence before he was gripping your hips and flipping you onto your back so now he was the one on top of you.

“Never said the fight was over, babe,” he reminded you, addicted to your deer-in-the-headlights expression of shock gaping up at him, both your wrists once again bound and pinned above your head in his hands, his shadow swallowing you. “Never turn your back on an enemy until you know you’ve won.”

You were frustrated. You were defeated. You were completely turned on.

“We never set official rules,” you said, your own air of mischief singing the edge of your words.

“Yeah, well, I’m settin’ one right now…” He gathered both your wrists in one hand, using the other to crook a lithe finger under your chin and lift your gaze just a smidge higher, a flex on his current power over you, and said in a silky smooth, seductive tone, “Winner takes all.”

Before you could try to protest or shoot back with something sarcastic, he was slotting his mouth against yours, your lips parting for his tongue to enter, any and all previous fight you might’ve had left burning away as warm, honey-dipped lust bloomed to life inside of you.

His hand was slipping up under your shirt, warm palm pressing down on your lower belly just enough to feel the reflexive flinch of your insides that he always liked to tease you about, would induce upon you just to prove a point if you tried to deny it. He knew all the places to touch you and at precisely the right pressure or lightness to make you squirm and writhe and beg him for more.

He was going to take his time with you now, you could tell, but that didn’t mean you still couldn’t fight back in your own way.

“What?” you taunted, trying to hide the strained crack threatening to shine through your voice as his kisses trailed down your jaw and towards your neck, his hand inching up closer to your chest, “Afraid of what’ll happen—” a soft, broken mewl escaped through your lips as you felt his tongue lav over your pulse, interrupting your sentence, “...if you let us be on equal ground here?”

Touya paused his ministrations, eying you with a dark suspicion. He knew what you were alluding to, but as he weighed his odds, his grip around your wrists gradually lessening, he eventually gave in to the challenge.

“Do your worst,” he taunted through a short puff of a mocking chuckle, and now, with your hands free and available to do your own damage to his cool, calm, and confident composure, you certainly intended to.

Diving back in to kiss you, Touya’s skilled hands gently brushed over your ribs, causing goosebumps to rise over the surface of your soft skin, repeating the motion a few times until he swallowed down another one of your precious little whines. Meanwhile, your own hands slipped under his shirt to trace along the muscles of his stomach, trying to pull one of those delectable sounds from him as well and start up your own tally of tiny victories in this game you two were playing.

The apartment was soon filled with the familiar sounds of your growing pleasure, delicate whines and broken moans lilting throughout the room as you melted into each other, losing all track of time and reality beyond the warmth and softness of your mingled bodies.

By the time your eager little hands were toying with Touya’s belt, the metallic jingle of the buckle clacking softly against the button of his jeans, you already looked a mess, lips swollen and spit shined, hair tousled and splayed around your head on the floor like the spokes of a sun.

“Oh?” he teased, a mean laugh lacing into his words. “What? Somethin’ you want?”

Normally, you’d nod your head and bat those doe-eyes at him as an adorably desperate whimper hummed in your throat, but right now, a piece of you still wanting to at least pretend you had a chance at winning this game, you just stared up at him, trying to suppress that devilish smirk as you continued to tug at the leather threaded through the denim’s loops, giggling to yourself when he realized that you weren’t intent on giving up just yet.

He took one of your wrists in his fist, pinning it back above your head and rendering your mission to undo his belt useless, despite the fact that he was already straining hard against his pants and wanted nothing more to be set free, just as eager as you yet better at hiding how needy he was.

But, as had already been established, there weren’t really any real rules, so playing dirty was still on the table, as far as you were concerned.

Touya sucked in a sharp hiss of a breath when your free hand grabbed for the confined bulge of him, his grip on your wrist tightening a fraction before relaxing, partially hunched over you while he allowed you to attempt to stroke him through the rough black fabric.

“Alright— Enough— Enough—” he choked out, releasing his hold on you to abrasively pull his belt from around his waist, tossing it somewhere behind him where it hit the hardwood with a thud. You were reaching for the zipper of his jeans again but he got there first, slowly, carefully, while huffing out short, panting breaths, exposing his cock, your deft little fingers doing the job of helping it spring the rest of the way free from the waistband of his black boxers.

“Careful—” he growled, warning broken off into a raspy groan as your hand wrapped around the velvety length of him, grip a little mean and teasing at first.

“Why?” you continued to mock, “Afraid you’ll lose?”

Touya wrapped a hand around your throat, not hard enough to limit your air, but enough to make you pause and consider your next actions very carefully. “It seems you’ve forgotten who you’re up against…” he cautioned, that dangerous glint of something sinister and sadistic flashing through his cobalt gaze. His grip tightened a little more then, and upon your next attempt at a breath you found yourself unable to fill your lungs more than halfway. “Guess I’ll have to remind you.”

His palm nudged deeper against your throat little by little until eventually you were forced to use both your hands to grip his, trying to pry it back just far enough to allow you to breathe, but Touya wanted to scare you a little bit now. He’d never hurt you, not for real, anyway, but he couldn’t deny that there was something about the flicker of panic that crossed your features that turned him on, his cock throbbing when your eyes began to roll.

Your pulse quickened against his palm and you squirmed from under him, that warm, sticky sensation fluttering in your belly when he hummed out another one of those low, dark chuckles. Then, as your eyelids threatened to slip closed, Touya let you go, allowing you to gasp in a deep breath, all your limbs falling slack as you waited for the oxygen to flood back into you, your vision still partially spotted at the edges with black.

“You ok, baby?” Touya asked, his voice turned all tender with concern as he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, his hands smoothing up and down your sides, soothing you. You gave a nod, and it wasn’t a moment later that he was grinding up against your damp core. You’d worn a skirt today, allowing him easy access to the pretty little panties you had a habit of wearing. He could already make out the dark spot that was growing at the apex of your thighs, playing his own private game where he tried to see how fast he could make it bigger.

“That’s it…” he sighed as you spread your legs wider for him, seeming to lose your fight more and more every time he applied just the right pressure to your pulsing little clit. “That’s a good girl… Just like that— fuck— so wet for me already, huh?”

You needed your panties off now, needed to feel the press of him directly against your sensitive flesh, and all it took for him to know that was you twisting your fists into his t-shirt and murmuring out a broken plea of his name.

The lavender lace was soaked now, the cold air that hit your drenched core once Touya removed them making your little hole flutter in anticipation. Touya was grinding down harder against you, damn near torturing you with the fleeting pleasure his cock granted. But then his long digits were prodding at the plush of your bottom lip, urging you to part them for him again. You obeyed, just like the good girl you always ended up being for him in the end, and when your tongue curled around his fingers he let out a low moan.

His other hand was back on your throat, merely resting there now, and when he felt your neck bob lightly under his palm he instructed, plain and simple, “Don’t swallow.”

He wanted to make a mess of you— wanted you to coat his fingers in as much glistening saliva as you could only so he could stuff you full of them the moment he was satisfied with you obeying his request. He was addicted to the way you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes gone all glassy and serene as he praised you for how well you were doing for him. You were addicted to how he looked at you, too. The way he gazed upon you with something almost reverent, like you were the creator of his most adored masterpiece.

You were, after all, his most admired work of art, every single curve and line of your body committed to his memory. You were one of a kind. You were all his, his, his.

Eventually, Touya pulled his fingers from your mouth, a strand of your spit arching out from his fingers for a moment before bowing and snapping, leaving a thin trail of it down your chin. He used his thumb to wipe it away from your face before the calloused pads of his fingers went to work on massaging skillful circles onto your swollen little bud, having your back arching painfully off the floor within mere seconds as you tried to grind your hips harder against his hand, greedy for more.

“Touya—” you moaned, the second half of his name breaking off into a clipped whimper. But he ignored your pleas, slipping his two middle fingers into your tight cunt and beginning to pump them in and out while his thumb continued the assault to your clit.

“Don’t beg for mercy now,” he told you, gravely voice dropped low and sultry, swearing under his breath when he felt your pussy clench especially hard around his fingers, about to lose any and all cool he had left and just sink into your heat as far as your body would allow him to go. “Besides…” Removing his fingers, he finally lined himself up with your soaked entrance, a slightly pained whine emitting from you as you felt the tip just barely begin to nudge in, “We’re only just getting started.”

In all honesty, you’d expected him to continue to be mean, expected him to bury himself down to the hilt in one quick, harsh thrust, but he didn’t. He took his time with you, allowing your pussy to swallow his cock inch by girthy inch, drawing out the delicious torture of it all, feel the slow, stinging stretch of him splitting you in two that, no matter how many times you two did this, your body still craved like it was something new.

By the time he started moving, pace smooth and steady, you nearly couldn’t take it anymore. “Harder,” you begged, your eyes already misted over with a thin vein of tears. “Please, Touya—” He would give you what you wanted, in time, but first he had to claim his true prize.

“Say it,” he growled, and when you flashed him a look of slight uncertainty, chest rising and falling with shallow, panting breaths, he clarified, “Say it. Say I beat you.”

You began to glare at him, but then he was nudging against that sweet spot deep inside, causing your eyes to roll back and abandon the sarcastic expression you’d originally had planned. “Say it,” he urged again, clearly toying with you now. “Say it, or I’ll stop.”

Upon your continued hesitation, you felt him begin to hint at pulling out, so you quickly stammered, “Ok— Ok, you win, Touya—” but before you could even finish moaning out his name, you were coming undone, trembling legs seizing as your back arched and your neck craned. Touya was just a few thrusts away from catching up to you, spilling his seed into you, filling you to the brim with a thick, balmy warmth.

You could barely catch your breath, your hands shaking as they twisted into the fabric of Touya’s t-shirt once more, little fists growing weaker by the second as you both came down from the high, echoing each other’s panting breaths as he pulled out of you, scooping you up and cradling you in his lanky, ink-covered arms.

“God…” he sighed, holding you close and delicate like the precious girl you were to him. Then he was pressing gentle kisses to your dewy temples, smoothing down sweat-damp hair from your forehead as he murmured, “That was just… I love you, baby…”

“I love you, too…” you muttered, voice buttery soft and broken with wisps of a sob. “Love you so much, Touya…”

Neither of you were concerned with who’d won anymore, the game all but forgotten as Touya led you into the bathroom with him to help clean you up, touch feather light as he carefully tended to his baby.

You were staring in the mirror at a particularly dark hickey he’d left on your neck, too high to cover with any of your clothing and too forward to conceal behind your hair. You figured you could just put makeup on it before you went to work tomorrow, fingers brushing lightly against the bruise. But then, as if he’d read your mind, Touya came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, bending down so his chin could rest over your shoulder.

“Don’t,” he said, voice low and sated, eyes glistening with that bright blue mischief. “Don’t cover it up. If that guy comes back, I want him to see it.”

Your lips cracked into a smirk, nuzzling your cheek against his as you stared at the reflection of the two of you intertwined and suggested, “Maybe you outta give me a few more, just for good measure.”

Touya wore a grin to match, his arms snaking further around your body, hands kneading at you wherever he could grab, and murmured, sinister and raspy in your ear, “Yeah, maybe I outta…”

That’s when you knew he’d meant it when he’d said earlier that you two were just getting started.

***

(Hiiiii ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ and thank you so much for reading! I actually started the first draft of this like 6 months ago but then got busy and didn’t finish it until now. Last year I’d really wanted to have something out on Touya’s birthday but didn’t get the chance, but I made it this year so I’m happy about that :)

Anyway, I hope you all have a wonderful day and please remember to be kind to yourselves <3

See you next tiiiiiime~)

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