Hi! I just wanted to say I love your writing and I wanted to request something for kinktober since I saw that u were accepting requests, could I request impact play, begging, and degradation with Dabi. I would prefer if the reader was a sub with Dabi being the dom and my pronouns are she/her. Thank you so much! ❤️
At Least You Tried
Featuring: Dabi. Fem!Reader
Warnings: My blog is 18+. Minors, do not interact. Dom/sub relationship. Bratting. Impact play. Fingering. Heavy degradation. Begging. Female orgasm. Male orgasm. Teasing. Edging.
A/N: God, the thought of this has me seeing stars.
Summary: You tried taking over in the bedroom, just once. But after seeing how uncomfortable you were in a dominant role, Dabi flipped a switch within an instant. And now, suddenly, you're bent over his knee, and he's toying with you beyond your wildest dreams.
You were struggling. And you were struggling Dabi told you that you had "bottom energy." For principle's sake, you argued with him that you, in fact, did not have bottom energy, and that you could take him any day. And, again, for principle's sake, he said he'd love to see you try. So here you were, trying desperately to ride Dabi, struggling to take his entire cock and struggling to focus enough to continue lifting yourself up and down on his lap.
Dabi was so caught up in the thought of how he was going to punish you later that he was barely even feeling anything you were doing. And even if he was feeling it, you would never know because he just kept giving you that same smirk as he always did when you were being a brat.
You had worked yourself up so much, with just the thought of Dabi's dick buried in your cunt turning your pussy into a slobbering mess. You couldn't stop now, otherwise he'd never let you have your release.
After a few more thrusts of your own body, accompanied by several whimpers, you looked into Dabi's eyes to find no sign of pleasure. And even though he loved the feeling of your cunt clamping down on him, he was too busy thinking about what he was going to do to you as soon as this was over. You huffed and pouted, stopping your movements entirely. "I give up," you said. "You win."
The smirk on Dabi's lips deepened, his eyes almost immediately turning dark. "Do you need some help, sweet girl?" he asked, his soft hands gliding across your thighs, the staples on his wrists lightly scratching your skin.
You looked up at him with your pout. "Please," you said.
"First," he said, "we're going to take care of all that brattiness." With a silent command, you got off of him and laid across his lap. As soon as those words spilled from his lips, you knew exactly what he had in mind for you. You felt the warmth of his hand travel up the back of your thigh and grip a chunk of flesh on your ass.
"Did you really think you could fuck me up?" he asked before the same hand that was gripping you so tightly pulled away and harshly slapped your ass cheek. You winced, and you let out a little whimper. "What gave you that idea?" he asked before you felt another slap, harsher this time. Another wince. Another whimper. "And here's the sad part," he whispered, leaning right next to your ear. "I was making it easy on you." Then came another slap. "I didn't even try to fight back like you do. Every. Single. Day." His words were punctuated with more slaps, each one more harsh than the one before. Each time you let out a whimper, he is only fueled to keep going, to keep punishing you.
Even though you were sure you had at least one handprint on each cheek from how harshly he had slapped you, you still had this burning sensation between your legs. You had taken his full cock, and now each time Dabi's hand came down on your ass, you clenched around nothing. You involuntarily squirmed on his lap. "Fucking pathetic," you heard him whine behind you. "Even after taking a beating, you still need to cum?" When you nod, you hear him groan, "What a whore," before pushing your thighs apart ever so slightly.
You felt the tips of his fingers ghost against your slit. "Oh," Dabi sighed, feeling your slick under his fingers. You felt his cock twitch under your belly. "You really are wet. Maybe I should slap you here instead," he warned before slapping your cunt, making you whine out loud. You heard him lowly chuckle as he did it a second time. And then a third. "You want me to make you cum, whore?" he asked. You nodded, but he demanded, "You'll answer out loud if you want something," just before slapping your cunt yet again.
"Please," you blurted out when you felt the contact of his hand against your clit. "Please, make me cum," you begged. But the only response you received was another slap on your ass.
"Not good enough," Dabi growled, one hand gripping your ass and the other resting on your cunt, ready to strike again. "If you want anything from me, you're going to beg. Understand?" You were silent in retaliation before his hand came crashing down on your skin once again. "Understand?" he repeated.
"Yes, sir," you whimpered, trying hard to catch your breath, but not quite ready to give in yet.
Dabi waited a moment for you to answer before slapping your ass once again. "Pathetic slut," he hissed before slapping you again. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your face up toward his. "If you can't follow directions, I might just make myself cum and leave you here, high and dry. Is that what you want?"
"No!" you blurted out, screwing your eyes shut and bracing yourself for the next impact. "Please, make me cum, Dabi. Please, I can't take this anymore. I wanna cum so bad. Please."
"That's better," he said, allowing your head to fall.
You felt his fingers trace your slit once again, your hold involuntarily clenching around nothing as you silently pleaded for some friction, some penetration, anything he'd give you. As soon as Dabi's soft fingertips made contact with your clit, before he had even started rubbing, you let out a sigh of pleasure. Dabi noticed, and with a smirk plastered on his face, he hissed, "You're a needy little fuck, aren't you?" His fingers trailed up and down your slit, past the tight little hole of your pussy, all the way to the pucker of your ass, and then back down again. He landed on your clit, drawing small circles and making your head spin. You could barely keep your composure. Dabi found it harder and harder to get any friction against your clit, his fingers becoming covered in your slick. "Maybe I should stuff this little hole, too," he growled before you felt two of his fingers slip into your slobbering cunt. He wiggled them inside you, keeping the fingers on his other hand rowing over your clit. The more his hands moved, the more you squirmed. You couldn't help it. You were incredibly needy for him, ready to cum as soon as he could make you. And he could feel it in the way your pussy clamped down on his fingers, the way you squirmed on his lap. "You better not cum yet, you horny little cum rag," he hissed, halfway believing you weren't paying attention.
But you were. Oh, God, you were paying attention, and his command did nothing to quell the rising sensation in the pit of your stomach. After a few more seconds, you were nearly screaming. "Please!" you said. "I need to cum!"
"No," Dabi growled, stopping the movements of his hands entirely. You let out a sigh and let your head drop in defeat.
"Please," you begged. "Please, just make me cum. I need to cum."
"I said no!" Dabi scolded, slapping your ass cheek harshly. "Get up," he commanded. You followed his command, sitting up you your knees. He did the same, and he moved to the side. "Lay down on the bed," he demanded. And once again, you followed orders. "If you're gonna get to cum," he said, "I'm gonna get some pleasure out of it."
He folded you over, your knees pulled up to your chest, and he slapped his cock against your hole a few times. He stared you right in the eyes with his pretty blue ones, and he whispered, "Be a good little cocksleeve. You cum when I let you. Got it?"
You nodded, "Yes, sir."
"Good," he grumbled before allowing the tip of his cock to slip inside you. Just the tip, the way it spread you apart ever so slightly, was enough for you to gasp and screw your eyes shut. He thrust the rest in all at once, your hole well lubricated with your own slick. You felt his cock touch the deepest recesses of your insides, the tip rubbing against your cervix. He left himself there, refusing to move, watching the desire burn behind your eyes. "That's my good little cockwarmer," he crowed, a warm hand resting on your inner thigh before leaving and returning much to harshly, leaving a bright red, Dabi-shaped handprint on your leg.
You whimpered at the touch, but Dabi felt the way your cute little cunt clamped down on him. He pulled out agonizingly slowly, just to shove it all the way back in, just as deep as he had before. You let out a long sigh, coupled with a moan. You closed your eyes, bracing yourself for whatever was going to come. "Dabi, please," you pleaded. "Please, just fuck me."
And he did. Oh, fuck, he did. He pistoned in and out of you at such a quick and harsh pace that you knew you'd be sore for a couple of days. But that didn't matter. All that was crossing your mind at the moment was his cock pushing against all your most sensitive spots. Dabi's warm hands gripped your hips as he thrust into you, the sound of skin on skin filling the atmosphere. Dabi's thumb returned to your clit, intent on torturing you until you were begging for release. "You gonna cum?" he asked. When you nodded, he stopped his ministrations entirely. "If you want to cum, you're going to ask," he said. "I thought you were going to behave yourself," he hissed with another slap on your inner thigh. "Turns out you're incapable of being anything but my cute little cumrag." He returned to his earlier actions, thrusting into you with a fury and circling your clit with his thumb.
He edged you over and over, working your cunt as close as he could to your orgasm before stopping entirely unless you followed instructions and asked nicely. He did this precisely four times. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, crying from the incredible amount of pleasure. "D-Dab-bi, plea-ease," you stammered when he edged you for the fourth time. "I nee-eed t' cum-m."
"Aw, pretty girl," he hissed, rubbing your inner thigh. "You know what you have to do." He started again, pounding into you over and over, circling your clit with one hand, his other hand pressing his fingers into your thigh.
Within seconds, you were ready to cum again. "P-plea-ease," you begged, every word coming out as a stammer. "C'n I please c-cum?"
"That's much better," he smirked, looking down at you and slapping the inner thigh that hadn't gotten hit yet. "Cum for me, slut," he commanded. And in a split second, you were coming undone around his cock, your orgasm tearing through your body, turning you into a convulsing, teary-eyed mess.
The pressure of your cunt clamping down on him made Dabi feral. He knew he was going to cum, and he kept thrusting into you knowing he would reach his own release soon. Feral grunts left his lungs through his teeth, and he soon pulled out of you and jerked his cock over your still convulsing figure. His own orgasm ripped through his body, leaving his cock twitching as his cum spilled onto your belly, hot and thick.
As soon as Dabi was able to think properly after cumming as hard as he did, he got up and got a towel, carefully wiping his cum from your belly and your own arousal from your inner thighs. The towel was discarded in the corner of the room, and Dabi laid down next to you and gathered you in his arms. "Are you okay, sweet girl?" he asked, wrapping you under the covers in his bed. When you nodded, he laughed slyly. "See? Bottom energy." You couldn't bring yourself to fully laugh, so you let out a huff and a smile. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before he teased, "At least you tried though, right?"
These characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi and the creators of My Hero Academia / Boku No Hero Academia.
The writing is a product of Abigail Rothenberger, also known as BillieThePumpkin. Please do not copy or alter this work on Tumblr or any other platform.
I dare you to write a 500+ word thing about Virgin dabi nonconing a virgin reader.
Awh nonny, this was fun! Very cool idea :D
Play Thruth or Dare with me!
Dabi x Reader
⇢ rating: 18+
⇢ word count: roughly 500
⇢ warnings: 18+, force, heavy noncon, vaginal sex, cream pie, cum
⇢ NO MINORS ALLOWED!!!
It all happened so fast you didn't know what came over you. You were just getting your keys out to open the car and in the next moment, you were thrown face down onto the hood, arms crossed behind your back and wrists held together by large calloused hands.
Apart from a few old street lights almost giving no light at all, the parking lot was dark. Noone was around to help. With his free hand, he pulled down your pants and undies in one go, while you squirmed beneath him, arrays of pleas leaving your trembling lips. He spat into his hand and then stroking your folds, smearing his drool everywhere.
He cooed in a low husky voice "Fuck, you’re so soft down there."
I winced, pleading “Please don't!”
“Why shouldn’t I?” He asked amused, unbuckling his belt with his free hand, pulling out his cock.
“I- I am a virgin,” I sobbed.
“Well, ain't that something, doll - me too!” he chuckled lowly, stroking his length up and down, positioning it at your entrance.
“Please spare me! I- I want to save myself!” You hiccuped under tears.
He stalled, cocking his head, “Ya do?”
“Yes- please, spare me-” I pleaded under tears.
He sighed, thinking for a moment, a sign of hope that he might let go of you.
“Well, that’s too bad,” he growled and sheathed himself into you without warning.
Your mouth opened in a silent scream as you felt the intense stretch of his thick cock inside your tightness, not giving you a moment to adjust to his girth. He collapsed on top of you, panting heavily.
“Fuck, So this is how it feels like,” he rasped breathlessly, his dick violently twitching inside you, “Shit- this is fucking heaven!”
After he caught his breath he started moving, increasing the pace quickly, fucking into you.
A vicious mix of blood and his drool started dribbling down your thighs as he continued rutting his hips into you, chasing his fast approaching high. Your mouth open in a constant whine as you tried to focus on something other than the intense ache inside of you.
“Holy shit,” he grunted, his cock throbbing inside you as his movements became erratic, his weight heavy on you, his breath hot on your neck.
“Fuck, take it all-“ with one last push he buried himself inside you to the hilt, painting your virgin gummy walls with creamy loads of his sperm.
The parking lot remained silent, no sound was to be heard except for your silent sobs and the jingle of him buckling up his belt. With a friendly pat on your naked ass cheeks, he turned on his heel, sauntering off down the lot, leaving you stained and violated.
Taking the day off was a good idea. A few minutes after helping you back, Jin had come into your room with a glass of water and a granola bar for you to get your strength up. Your real saving grace, however, was Dabi knocking on your door with a piping hot mug of freshly brewed coffee.
“How you holding up?”
“Better now that coffee’s arrived.” Taking the mug between your hands, you brought it up to your nose and took a deep breath in. Any residual headache seemed to disappear with the smell of coffee overrunning your senses.
“Glad I could help.” Dabi swiveled your desk chair around and took a seat. “Has that ever happened to you before?”
You shook your head, keeping your eyes focused on the coffee. “I’ve had anxiety attacks before but they’ve never resulted in that.”
There was a moment of silence which permeated the air. You silently drank your coffee and Dabi watched, not bothering to strike up any further conversation. Or maybe he didn’t know how to. You certainly didn’t know what to say.
“Did you at least have fun last night?” he broke the silence.
Your face seemed to brighten at the memory of inhaling the joint and playing games with one another; raiding the fridge like you were bandits and trying your hardest to keep quiet so you wouldn’t wake up the rest of the house. “I did.” You looked up at him. “How did I manage getting back to my bedroom though? I don’t remember ever being in here.”
“You fucking fell asleep on the dirty ass floor and I had to drag you in here.”
You let out a laugh and Dabi gave an amused smirk. “I’m sorry. I hope I wasn’t too heavy.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He fidgeted with one of his snake bite piercings with his tongue. “Again, glad I could be of some service.”
Since having gotten high with Dabi, you seemed to grow closer and more comfortable with him and the rest of your roommates, which he was absolutely not complaining about. He had never really seen you around the house much or using any of the common areas until that week. Now, instead of immediately retreating to your room after class or work, you took your time talking to your housemates, sometimes even eating dinner and laughing with them. It was nice seeing you act more sociable, and Dabi would never admit it, but it thrilled him that he appeared to be the person you grew closest to.
He might have been imagining it, but it seemed as though you made time for him in your busy schedule. If he woke up early enough to catch you before you left for class, you would spend a few minutes chatting, asking about upcoming assignments and how your classes were going. If he was up and at home by the time you finished for the day, you’d sit down and eat dinner while he’d smoke a cigarette and maybe have a drink.
The biggest difference, however, was the amount of times you’d bump into each other on campus. He’d pass you while leaving lecture halls and you’d give a quick raise of your hand and nod of your head as a greeting. Sometimes you’d have a friend with you and they’d give you the most confusing look as to why you would be greeting someone who looks as dangerous as he does.
“He’s Dabi, one of my housemates,” he heard you say once after greeting him while heading to the dining hall. “He’s cool, I think you’d like him.”
When he heard that, he couldn’t even try to hide the wicked smile on his face.
But he wasn’t the only housemate of yours you had grown closer to. He had caught you hanging out with all of them on several occasions. He had seen you and Jin chatting while doing homework together in the kitchen, Toga forcing you to take a survey for one of her psychology classes, and he had even witnessed a thrilling Mario Kart game between you, Spinner, and Shigaraki.
Not only had you grown closer to everyone, but he could swear you were smiling more. And in his eyes you were smiling the most when you were around him.
“Do you work?” you asked him once after a particularly rough day of having to deal with a pretentious customer at the diner; some woman who made you take her food back because she asked for ketchup on the side of her burger and the sauce was apparently “too close to her food for comfort.”
Dabi took a swig of the beer he was drinking before answering. “Nah. Parents pay for rent and tuition.”
You took a sip out of the tea cup you were holding. “What about other stuff?”
“You go through at least four packs of cigarettes a week. How do you pay for those, and food, and stuff like that?”
That was the first time he realized how perceptive you are. He did go through four packs a week and whether or not what you said was just a guesstimate or you keeping a close eye on his smoking habits, he was deeply impressed.
“I have a source of income.” He left it at that and you didn’t press further. That’s another thing he liked about you. Unlike some of his other roommates, you could tell when something was a sensitive subject and when to stop asking questions.
As the week went by, there were other little quirks about you that he picked up on such as the box of tea you always reached for when coming home from work, the way you’d twirl your pen between your fingers and tap it against your cheek as you took notes and studied, and he even picked up on the exaggerated way you would roll your shoulders when you were stressed, which happened to be a lot of the time.
But even with all the stress you accumulated over the course of the week, you still managed to make time for him and the rest of your roommates.
“I kind of like the black and white one, though.” You were nervous, more so than you had been since picking up two jobs, since having to call in sick from an anxiety attack, even since sharing your first joint with the most intimidating person you live with.
Your phone buzzed and shaky hands reached for the device.
Pick u up at 10?
A giddy smile spread from ear to ear as you typed a “sounds good :)” reply.
“You must really like this guy.” Toga smirked as her eyes flitted between you and the rejected purple dress hanging off the back of the couch.
“I don’t know him very well,” you admitted. “He’s in my Intro to Psychology lecture and he seems really cool. Either way, it’s the first time I’ve gone out with anyone in a long time.”
Toga nodded. “Well I hope you have fun tonight, and remember that if you need anything while you’re out just give us a ring.” She took your hand and led you to the assortment of jewelry she had brought out. She had promised that you could borrow a few pieces.
You turned around and let her clasp a delicate chain around your neck.
The front door twisted open, and after a moment of struggling to push the sticky lock out of position, you could hear someone trudge up the stairs.
Dabi did a double take when he entered the living room. He had never seen you so dolled up before, and coming home to such a sight was jaw dropping. “Why are you so dolled up?” he asked. His eyes wandered down to your chest and the way the dress you were wearing enunciated your breasts. He quickly tore his eyes away.
“(Y/n) here has a date tonight,” Toga, smirking, answered for you.
You could feel your face grow a little hot at the mention of what activities you may or may not be doing that night, but you smiled nonetheless.
Dabi squinted. “Who’s the guy?”
“His name is Keigo,” you answered, unaware of the hints of skepticism and untrust in his voice. “He’s in my psych class.”
What? Did you hear that right?
Toga shot daggers at him but you didn’t see.
“What do you mean?” You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling rather self conscious.
“I mean no. You’re not going out with him.” Dabi didn’t move from where he stood and bubbles of fury began to rise up within you. “I know that guy and he’s an ass. Besides, you’re not that kind of girl.”
Your eyes narrowed. “What do you mean I’m not that kind of girl? What kind of girl are you talking about?”
He scoffed, looking at you with an ‘are you an idiot’ kind of look. “You know what I mean. You’re...” he trailed off. “You’re innocent. You’re not like–”
“Not like what?” You couldn’t stop your heart from beating so fast, even if you wanted to.
“You’re not a slut,” he barked, and your eyes shot up in anger.
And there it was. The ringing in your ears had returned, the same feeling you felt when you had fainted from an anxiety attack the week before. But this time it was stronger and the empty headedness which washed over you was stronger as well. You would have cried but you spent a long time doing your makeup and you didn’t want to give Dabi that much.
“Like what,” your meek little voice quivered. “Like the girls you bring back home?”
“And how are you any different?” Your body was practically vibrating at how intensely you were shaking. Toga tried to place a hand on your shoulder but you wouldn’t let up.
Dabi scoffed yet again. “Trust me, sweetheart.” You flinched at the degrading name he sounded so confident calling you by. “You’re nothing like those girls, so cancel your plans. You’ll only end up getting hurt in the end.” He mumbled the last part but you still managed to hear him.
Your nails dug into the palms of your hands. “He’s nothing like you, okay?” you spat. “There’s no way in hell I’d ever subject myself to whatever shit you do to those unsuspecting women.” You grabbed your jacket and purse, not bothering to give yourself one last look over in the mirror before leaving the house.
Dabi yelled something back at you, but you tuned him out. You sat on the front porch and beat yourself up for ever thinking that Dabi was a good guy, for ever trusting him, and for ever considering him a friend.
Keigo pulled up in front of the house and you greeted him with a smile, although there was still an abundance of sadness and anger behind your eyes as he drove you both off, away from Dabi and his fickle words.
He and Toga sat at the kitchen table, cups of reheated coffee in front of both of them. “So what was that about?” she asked.
Dabi glared up at her. “Look, I get you’re a psych major, but don’t try to psychoanalyze everything in my life.”
“I just don’t understand what came over you.” She took a sip from her cup and cocked her head to the side. “What did this Keigo guy ever do to you?”
He sighed. His shoulders hurt, his throat hurt from yelling and yearned for a cigarette, and he was too tired to even put up a fight against her probing questions. “I don’t even know the guy personally,” he admitted. “I’ve just heard that he’s a heartbreaker, that’s all.”
“But so are you.”
“Am I?” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his smokes. “I thought I was just an asshole.”
Toga stood up and grabbed a granola bar from the cupboard. “But you know how many people you’ve ghosted. Not to mention how many people have stopped me on campus to ask whether or not you were seeing someone else.”
“That’s different though.”
He watched her for a good long while, eyeing her while blowing smoke in her face as she ate her snack.
After a while, Toga knew that he wasn’t going to respond. “Is there a chance that maybe you’re...” she trailed off, hoping he would get the clue, but Dabi just sat there, unmoving like stone.
“That maybe I’m what?” He took a drag.
Dabi sputtered out a cough. Smoke left his lungs in a heap and he couldn’t control his hacking throat. “Water,” he choked out.
Toga grabbed a glass of tap water and sat it in front of him. He chugged it like it was his last form of life support.
“Why would I be jealous?” he finally croaked out.
“Oh please, stop being so dense,” she spat. “For crying out loud you’re not a dumbass anime character! You’re more emotionally intelligent than that!”
Dabi had no idea what she was going on about.
“You like her!”
He didn’t know what she was talking about. Sure he looked forward to the days when you would wake up for your nine am class and make some of the best coffee he’d ever tasted, but that didn’t mean anything. Yes, he enjoyed that one time you had gotten stoned together and thought it was cute how silly and giggly you had gotten, but everyone is like that their first high. It meant nothing. Yes, he enjoys eating dinner with you and catching up and conversing, and sure, his eyes always seemed to wander to where your clothes hug your most intimate areas but–
He likes you.
He likes you a lot.
“Get it now?” Toga smirked.
Yes. “No.” He perfectly understood. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, fucking psycho.”
Dabi flicked his cigarette butt into the sink even though Shigaraki has told him a million times not to. Then he walked to his room and slammed the door shut.
This story is a smut story for kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...
You must be 18 years or older to read this...
🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞
A/n I got a little off topic, there’s still wax play, it just isn’t the force in this fic… anyways, in this fic Dabi’s really abusive…
Summary: Dabi tries a new way of play with you, however when you show signs of not liking it he doesn’t care. Dabi wants to set you ablaze and leave nothing behind, and your too blind with love… no infatuation to see the mental scars he’s leaving you with.
Word count: 618
CW: NSFW and adult content, dub-con/non-con, domestic abuse, wax play, Jacob’s ladder piercing, burning, bondage, unprotected sex, yandere Dabi, swearing, mention of death and murder and Stockholm syndrome.
You’d never been interested in BDSM or any kind of crazy, wacky sex, yet here you were lying on your stomach with your hands tied to your bedpost, you boyfriend trusted into from behind as his drips hot wax onto your back and ass. Not that you really had a choice in what was happening to you right now.
“Dabi, it’s hot” you whine and try to wiggle your hands out of the rough tightly tied rope, “oh no… it’s hot?” Dabi faked ignorance and concern, however you fell for it every time, “yes it’s hurting me” you cried and wriggle more. You suddenly felt a large amount of extremely hot wax poured on you back, you screamed in pain and tried to move away from Dabi. “Where are you going?!” Dabi yelled like a maniac and pulled you back by your waist, putting a strain on your wrist and shoulders, while his hands burnt your skin the moment they touch you. “Oh yeah, this is really doing it for me” Dabi groaned as his grip on you got tighter and hotter, you could feel his jacob’s ladder piercings dragging against your entrance and walls, the cool medal contrasted his hot throbbing girth nicely. If Dabi was just fucking to like normal you’d be cumming already, but he’s not, instead he has been dripping hot wax on your body for the passed hour and you feel like your body is about to give out.
(Dabi starts being an even bigger gross douche bag from here on)
You really couldn’t take it anymore, it was all too much “Dabi stop! I’ve had enough” you sobbed in pain, however Dabi just gripped you hair and leaned into your ear, “shut the fuck up! Your whining and bitching is turning me off” he spits and pushes you face into the pillow, soon after you felt his load pumping into you. “You know, if your cunt wasn’t this tight, I would’ve killed you by now” Dabi pulled out of you and pulled up his pants, he then moved to undo the rope. Once your hands were free, you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, “did you enjoy it? I hope you did” you kissed his seared cheek. “Get the fuck off me skank” Dabi grabbed a hand full of your hair and ripped your body away from him, before shoving you to the ground. You sat on the ground and looked up at him with tears in your eyes, “don’t you love me?” You sniffed and the patchwork man knelt down in front of you, Dabi grabbed your face. “No” Dabi smirked.
True be told Dabi did love you, he just wanted you watch you crumble, he wanted to set you alight and dance around the ashes, he wanted to give you rose just to watch them wilt right before your eyes, he wanted you love you so rough your body would break. Dabi wanted to use you up so no one else can have you, he wants to hurt you, so you trust no one else ever again.
You sobbed and grabbed Dabi’s shoulders, “please, I need your love” you moved in close to him, “oh don’t cry, you’re so ugly when you cry” Dabi chuckled and cupped your cheeks, he admired his work, the way your eyes watered and your lip quivered. Dabi knew he’d done well, you were already so dependent on him and soon you’d be completely broken, just a emotionless doll, a toy just for him.
Dabi would indulge you tonight, and stick you back together… “I lied princess, I do love you… more then life itself”… because tomorrow he’s he’d break you all over again.
Dabi was not a romantic. Nor did he ever find himself interested in getting a woman!
But soon after you joined the Leauge and you two started dating, he knew that wasn't the truth! You two didn't like each other at first, but once he found out you hated Endeavor as well, you two clicked!
And because of that, you two started dating! And have been dating for a good 2 years!
Now, Dabi has finally gotten enough courage to ask you to marry him! So he stole himself a ring and tried figuring out a way to do it!
He wasn't the type to do big over the top stuff, so it was kind of hard to come up with something that was at least semi special!
He WAS purposing after all.
That's when one night, as you two cuddled on his bed in his room, you started hearing fireworks in the distance, and you two looked outside the window to see fireworks going off in the distance.
"I forgot today was the firework festival. They're really pretty!" You point out, watching the different colors explode and shine in the night sky.
That gave Dabi the idea. "Listen I have something to ask you." He begins and you look at him.
He took out the ring and your eyes widen. "Will you marry me, doll?" He asks, not being able to hide his smirk.
"Oh my gosh! Yes!!" You exclaim and he slips the ring on your finger and you two embrace in a kiss.
Seemed like that worked.
You know how when you were little and in elementary school, you would get "married"?
Well, after you started dating Toga, she thought back to those days, but realized she wanted to marry you for real!
Toga was hesitant at first, as it seemed weird! Considering how young you both were! But she eventually ignored it and stole herself a ring.
It wasn't super fancy, and it wasn't an official engagement ring because it just had a pretty butterfly on it, but she found it cute!
So while you two were on a walk in an abandoned park, Toga then stops. "Hey Y/N.." She begins and you look at her.
She got down on a knee and revealed the ring. "Will you marry me?!" Toga asks excitedly and you couldn't help but smile and giggle. "Of course!" You reply.
She slipped the ring on and you two gave a peck kiss before continuing your walk.
It isn't exactly official yet, but you knew once you two were old enough, you would get married!
Twice was always an interesting and complicated guy! Having his split personality disorder.
Dating him can be confusing, but you both made it work.
Plus he made you laugh! You two were both the goofballs of the L.O.V!
After a good 2 years, Twice soon wanted to ask you to marry him! Now he wasn't any chicken, so he was just gonna come straight out and ask!
So he steals a ring from a nearby jewelry store and was ready!
You two had just finished a mission and return to the hideout. "That was great!" You tell him as you two walk in. "I know right?" "Nah it was stupid!" Twice says.
Twice takes a deep breath and stands in front of you. "Uh what are you do-" You begin but then your eyes widen when he gets on one knee.
"Will you marry me, Y/N?" He asks showing the ring. You couldn't help but nod. "YES YES I WILL!" You scream before he puts the ring on and you two hug.
"I'm so happy!" "I'm so sad!"
Tenko Shimura/Tomura Shigaraki
Shigaraki vowed to never fall for anyone, and it worked! For a while..
But after recruiting you, he couldn't resist you! You were amazing! So pretty and handsome, and he just couldn't help it!
It wasn't long before the two of you got together and we're inseparable since! You two were always gaming together, cuddling or sleeping together, drinking together I even going on missions together!
It didn't take long before a year later, Shigaraki stole an expensive ring after a mission one night, and he was ready to purpose to you.
He was nervous about it but knew he jus had to get it over with. There was no reason for you to say no, besides the fact that he thinks it could be too early to ask!
But then he remembered some people get married 12 days after meeting, so a year wasn't bad! (True Story)
You two were getting ready for bed, you just changed into your white tank top when Shigaraki speaks up. "Y/N.."
You turn to see him on one knee holding a ring out to you. "Uhm.. will you marry me?" He asks awkwardly, but you just giggled. "Of course!" You exclaim before slipping the ring on.
You two shared a tender kiss before you two happily went to bed, excited to rob two marriage rings for each other.
Bro, I literally hate this but idk. Prolly gonna do a part two cause I wanted to do more but not yet y'know?
Anywayssss this is for @bunnywritesbnha 's 2021 Halloween Collab. Hopefully its okay? Happy early Halloween!
No I have no clue how to even do fuckin tumblr post fics but oh well. Here's to my first fic on here!
Dialogue Prompts: "There's something wrong with me." and "You look so pretty covered in blood."
AU: Serial Killer Reader
Characters: Dabi X Reader + slight Toga, Twice, Shigaraki, Hawks/Keigo and some ex Rumi Usagiyama(Mirko) but more mentions and flashbacks than anything rn
MDNI, TW/CW: Choking, hair pulling, wing-play?, slight stalker type shit?, serial killer reader so idk kinda bloody gory type stuff kinda? but definitely bloody, fire-play, mental illness, flashbacks, toxic themes in general yk?, smut and smut and smut and creampie, rough sex, biting, scratching, slight bondage ig?, slight breeding kink maybe? idk, begging, the good crying, belly bulge shit, lower piercings, bruising/marking, mention of Dabi's real name, cockwarming?, and thievery of Dabi's poor jacket butttt yeah I thinkkkk that's it?? lemmie know if I forgot anything...
"So what do you wanna join us for anyways?" Shigaraki asks, narrowing his eyes curiously.
You shrug your shoulders, staring at him lazily, "I'm bored. And Twice and Toga said I should. I mean it's not like I've got much else to do anymore besides run from heroes and cops...", you mutter, rolling your eyes as you glance around the room. You ignored some of their stares while Shigaraki conversed with Twice and Toga. He seemed to want to know where and how they met you and why he should let you join. Toga of course beamed about how she liked you because you cut people and Twice said you needed somewhere to belong just like he did— even if you were crazy like him, if not crazier. Shigaraki seemed to think about it for a moment before finally looking at you again.
"Prove it.", he said, slightly narrowing his eyes. You blinked at him unsure of what he meant.
"Huh? What do yo—"
"Prove you're useful. This isn't just some club you know? I want your loyalty and I don't need or want even that if you're not strong." He stated, all emotion gone from his face and his voice. You watched the others look at him with confused expressions.
"I don't get it. What exactly does she have to do? Why do you seem so suspicious huh?" You looked over to see it was actually scarface dude that spoke up. The others seemed to agree as well. Maybe this isn't the usual routine for adding new members?
"She used to date a top hero remember? Just her being here is risky. And she might not even be that strong. So she can at least prove her worth to us. I mean she doesn't seem to care either way anyways.—"
"You're right. I don't. I didn't come here for a job interview and if I wanted to be questioned or under suspicion for something I would've just turned myself into the cops or my ex.", you mutter glaring at him now. You honestly hated it when people mentioned Rumi. Just thinking about her pissed you off to your core. And it's not that you hadn't loved her because you truly did, but that's why you felt like you hated her so damn much now. No one had ever hurt you as deeply as she had. You understood why but that didn't mean you had to care. And if you were really being honest, you were angry with yourself too. But right now all that rage was turned toward the crusty motherfucker right in front of you. How dare he judge you? When it was clear that he needed you more than you needed him? Fuck this! You noticed Scarface straightening himself up and staring you down.
"Is there a problem?", he questioned, narrowing his eyes a bit. You could sense a threat there despite the fact that he sounded quite calm.
"There shouldn't be. Not for me anyway. Good luck to you all with whatever you're doing here but I'm out and I doubt any of you will survive long without me sooo byee!", you mock, before turning on your heel and walking out.
Twice tries to convince Shigaraki to consider easing up a bit and Toga tries to convince you to stay, but once you get in plain sight she backs off and heads back to the others. You spend the rest of the day wandering around and ducking away from cops and heroes before making your way into a small restaurant. The clock read about 1 am and there were only about five people still there. One of them was alone and reading and the rest were on their dates and in their own little worlds. You tried to ignore them as you sat down, keeping your face hidden in your long hair and hoodie. It was a bit painful to see them together. Seeing them in those repulsing honeymoon stages reminded you of Rumi. She loved going to places like this with you. Small places with hardly any people, late at night, just you too. No paparazzi, hardly any fans and really good food. You two used to be so simple like that. Sometimes you'd even just stay in at your place and cuddle with snacks, make childish food structures, or pillow and sheet forts, watch movies and sometimes dance and listen to music. Rumi loved dance parties with you because even though she was used to having to be good at everything, you didn't mind when she was goofy and even borderline bad at
dancing— in fact, you loved it because you thought you were a horrible dancer so you felt even like that and you thought she was adorable. Still do...
"Hello. May I take your order or do you need more time?", a voice asked. It snapped you out of your flashbacks just enough to pay attention to her, and honestly scared you a bit until you realized it was just the waitress. You glanced over at her a bit, the dark feeling boiling inside you as you do. She was quite pretty, seemed tired which wasn't surprising given how late she was working and her nametag said "Ichika". For a moment you thought about just ordering some food and leaving when you were done. But wheres the fun in that?
"On the ground now.", you mutter, smirking to yourself a bit. She blinks at you, shaking her head in confusion.
"Excuse me?" You stand up and remove your hood, finally revealing your face to her. She instantly recognizes you and stares at you in horror.
"I said get on the fucking ground! Now!", you demand, loud enough for everyone to hear but not entirely yelling yet. As soon as the others saw who you were everyone in the room was kneeling to you.
Well, almost everyone. The other woman that was there by herself had stood up but refused to comply.
"Are you deaf?!", you demanded, narrowing your eyes almost dangerously. To your surprise, she actually returned the same stare with daggers in her eyes.
"No. But I'm not about to listen to some psycho, criminal like you." She replied, almost too calm for your liking. Too smug. It reminded you a bit of Rumi. When the two of you had looked at each other just like this. Argued like this too. Although at the time you didn't feel as homicidal about it all but still.
"Who the hell do you think you are huh? I said I'm fine!", she'd argued.
"And I said shut up and let me do my damn job cause you're hurt!", you ordered, raising your voice a bit. It was clear that Rumi was surprised you'd snapped back like that but you had no idea back then what an effect that first argument would have on your life, and even if you had you probably still would have done things the same. Traitor or not she was the best thing that had ever happened to you.
"Fine... Whatever. Just get it over with... Please.", she'd muttered, almost shy now. Still hostile but much shyer.
"Jeez if I had known this volunteer work would get me treated like this I would've done it for cash only...", you mutter, clearly irritated with her. But she surprisingly stayed silent the rest of the time and let you bandage up her wounds. She was honestly still pretty new to the whole pro hero thing and so she was still really bad at knowing her limits. But somehow you had no problem forcing her to recognize them. She'd been hurt much worse by worse people but you still made her sit there and let you take care of her. From then on she'd demanded to have you as her only medic- and who were you to deny a top hero some treatment? Especially when she was asking specifically for you?
Eventually, after about ten times patching her up from even the smallest of injuries, the two of you began hanging out outside of that. It started with the running into you during grocery shopping. She had insisted she help you carry it all home and then come in and put it all away. You then had her come for dinner the next day as a way of thanking her. And then you two began going for groceries together all the time. And you were the only one she had giving her medical treatment. And every time she helped you with groceries she stayed for dinner, even spent the night a few times. Within a month the two of you were pretty much best friends. Within two you were both praying the other felt the same.
Rumi was of course the first to push your relationship past friendship. She was the bravest of you two. And she had it easiest. She already knew you liked women since you'd told her about your ex-girlfriend, but you had no clue if she even liked people at all like that so you were scared shitless she wouldn't share your feelings. But before you knew it she was demanding to know if you liked her as more than a friend- in the middle of a grocery store actually. The media was there in minutes so you immediately rushed her out to your car to talk privately. She had to yell at you to stop speeding when you'd begun driving off.
"Hey! Knock it off! You're gonna get a ticket and you haven't even answered me yet!" She scolded. You took a deep breath and yelled back:
"What does it matter to you how I feel anyway?" You demanded, angry at her for embarrassing you like that and still caught off guard a bit.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?", she asked, calmer but slightly hurt, "I care about you...", she added, voice cracking a bit now. You slammed a foot down on the breaks and stared at her in shock for a minute, unsure how to respond just yet.
"I... um...", you closed your eyes, working up a bit of courage before finally blurting it out, "I think I kinda love you/like you as more than a friend maybe!", you confessed, face red with embarrassment. You both took a minute to let it sink in before nodding to one another, and you finally started the car again and drove off to nowhere.
From then on the two of you were different together. Rumi had quickly worked up the nerve to kiss you within the week, and you demanded she take you out instead of just dinner at your place. She obviously agreed and couldn't wait to spoil you and brag to the world that you were all hers. She was very possessive like that. If a fan looked at you the wrong way she'd make sure they'd never see you up close again, if the paparazzi got too close you'd have to hold her back from breaking their equipment, and when your ex tried to contact you she made damn sure she knew who you belonged to. Rumi
was the toughest woman you'd ever met and you loved her to death, but despite her reputation, she was a real softy with you. As much as she loved showing you off she also loved the simple things too. You always teased and said she was a real bunny plushie with you. And she was. Cuddles were required and always immaculate, kisses were perfect and loving, and she cherished your presence whenever possible. She was a hero so she wasn't as available as most people but she made the most of every second with you and vice versa. That was why it hurt so bad when she-
"P-please! Please don't hurt us! I-I have a family! I just wanna go home! We won't tell anyone! P-promise!" You blinked, suddenly ripped from your loop of flashbacks and painful thoughts. You were still in the restaurant, a blade in hand while the waitress in front of you begged for her life. She was the one that reminded you of Rumi, the one that caused the damn flashback in the first place.
For a second you looked around and took in your surroundings, and it became clear why her attitude was so different all of the sudden.
There were only two of them left.
Apparently, you'd killed the other three already. One was in pieces and the other two had been burned and had their throats slit open. They were bleeding out on the floor and really making quite a mess. You couldn't seem to remember doing any of that though. You were too stuck in flashbacks to realize what you were doing. It was all blank for you.
"Please... Why are you doing this to us?" You turned and saw one of the male customers sobbing at you. Pussy...
"Because. I feel like it." You answered quietly. Despite how broken your voice sounded, he could find no trace of human emotion in your eyes. They looked empty, and it terrified him. You began running a finger along your blade, letting the edge cut the tip of your index finger, not too deep, but enough to bleed. You glanced at the two of them through long lashes and considered how to go about this.
You could leave the woman alive and kill the man. Maybe cut him too? Or burn? Or maybe you'd make her do it as a sick game. Then leave her to live with it. You smirked at them as you decided to go with that idea. It seemed like a fun way to end the night.
"Okay look, Ichika, I'll make ya a deal yeah?" You offer calmly. She stares at you, eyes wide with fear but still tinted with hope now.
"Y-yeah? What is it? I'll- I'll do anything! Really!", she tells you, begging all the way and hoping to god you'd spare her. You could practically hear her silent prayers from where you stood with the way her hands quivered in front of her and her head slightly tilting to look up with closed eyes whenever she thought you weren't paying attention.
"Kill him. Kill him and you live.", you tell her, holding out a knife for her to take. She looks at the blade before carefully blinking at you in silence for a minute.
"Did you hear me?", you ask. She blinks again, dread sweeping over her.
"Wha... huh? You want m-me to..."
"Kill him. Now. Or you both die.", you repeat, getting more and more impatient. She began sobbing again as she considered. She could tell you were dead serious, she just wasn't sure if she could trust you or not to keep your word on this. She was trying to make up her mind when the man stood up and quickly bashed a chair into the back of her head. You were a bit shocked he'd done anything at all but when he looked up at you with a desperate smile it seemed to make sense.
"There! I- I did it! I killed her so I can go now right? Right?" He asked, begging you to tell him he could. You honestly almost laughed at how pathetic he was. You nodded to the girl who was still struggling on the floor, drenched in her own blood.
"She ain't dead yet actually." You teased. He frowned and looked down at her, his eyes welling with tears as she begged him not to hurt her, begged you to save her and begged God to forgive her. You couldn't help but chuckle in amusement as he took your knife from you.
"I'll finish her off then...", he whispered. You simply nodded and began activating your quirk as you watched him put her out of her misery.
"What the hell was that all about?" You blinked a few times and looked around for whoever had spoken. You saw you were back outside, watching the restaurant burn down as the man inside screamed for mercy as he burned to death. Your clothes were a little burnt and you were drenched in blood. You watched as the scar-faced guy from the league stepped out from the shadows, his curious eyes swimming over you.
"Huh?", you ask. He chuckles a bit and steps closer to you.
"You're pretty out of it huh?", he questions, taking in your dazed state. You looked almost high. He couldn't help but wonder about some of the details of your quirk. "What was that?"
You shrug your shoulders and start to walk away from him.
"Don't worry about it. Just don't fuckin snitch or I'll kill you too.", you threaten.
"Do I look like a snitch?"
"No, you look like someone who isn't minding their own business though." He laughs at your response and begins following you, slowly, cautiously, but still keeping close enough to not need to speak too loudly.
"So is that your quirk? Turn into a freakin' demon-thing, hmm?" He teases. You sigh, rolling your eyes as you turn to look at him.
"What do you want?"
"Tell me your quirk."
"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.", you counter. He seems to consider for a moment before nodding.
"Okay,", he lights up a blue fist of flames and waves it around a bit for effect, "I don't think I need to give you much more than that do I? Unless you want me to burn ya..."
"And your name?"
"You can call me Dabi." You tilt your head.
"That's not your real name though?"
"Does it matter?", he asks. You shrug.
"Guess not.", you sigh and nod back to the burning restaurant, "My quirk is called Pyromaniac. When I activate it my wings light up with white-hot flames and I can control fire. But... as you saw I kinda lose my shit. Using it strips away my overall sanity and while I'm using it I don't really have any at all." He nods, understanding what he'd seen a bit more now. "Were you watching me in there?" You ask. He shrugs.
"Yeah. For a bit. Seemed interesting I guess ya know?" You roll your eyes and continue walking away from him. "So white flames huh? What about those wings? They're still there.", he asks, noticing you were trying to hurry out of sight before someone showed up for the fire.
"They stay all the time. It's a mutation. I used to tell people that's all there was to my quirk."
"Is that what you told her?"
You know he's referring to Rumi. You almost turn around and hit him, but you could hear commotion not far off where the burning building you'd left was, and you were too tired to bother fighting him, the cops and whatever heroes had shown up.
"Fuck off. If I see your face again, I'll kill you myself." You threaten, glancing back at him dangerously before flying off into the darkness, leaving him surprisingly intrigued.
"This was her huh?" Mirko sighed and nodded, refusing to look up from the files.
"You know, I think she's too far gone Usagi... They'll lock her up for good now. They may even use lethal force if she keeps this up-"
"I know that okay! I know... I just... Look I'll catch her alright?", she pauses, setting down the files to finally look Keigo in the eyes, "I'll stop her. I will.", she promises. He nods, seeing how badly she wanted to mean that.
Despite your previous warning, Dabi couldn't seem to get you out of his head. He felt almost like he had to see you again. He spent every patrol and outing secretly looking for you in the shadows, hoping desperately to get a glimpse of those white flames again. There were a few nights where he got lucky enough to. He didn't ever approach you, just made his presence known. And although you saw him, and remembered what you'd told him, you made no move to hurt him in any way.
But on one particular night, you both were feeling a little too bold. You'd been cornered by some cops in a parking garage and they'd mentioned Rumi just a little too much. He watched you burn them all slowly after cutting them all up to your liking. Technically they would've died in minutes from blood loss, but you felt there was something almost poetically insane about burning them in the end. It matched the fiery heartbreak they'd enflamed. You felt like they'd almost asked to die in such a way.
Dabi watched the whole massacre, smiling wildly the whole way through. He watched as you became even more frustrated when the job was finally done, clearly not satisfied yet. Still in pain. He tried to figure out what was going on in your head as he watched you get thrown into more flashbacks of Rumi.
"You know I love you right? Forever. Like for real.", she'd told you. You smiled, genuinely happy in that moment as you cuddled into her, wrapping the both of you in your wings, just the way she liked it.
"I know. And I love you too. So, so much."
"Forever?", she asked, her ears adorably perking up like they did every time you told her that.
"Forever.", you promised. And you always did keep your promises to her...
"Y-Y/n...?" You jumped when you heard her voice, turning around to face her, blood still dripping from your skin. You knew it wasn't yours- so did she.
"Rumi? What are you doing here? I... You're supposed to be in a meeting...?" You couldn't seem to figure out how she was here. You'd been so careful to hide it, for her sake. You knew she wouldn't like it, but her reaction was worse than you would have guessed.
"I... I was sent to follow some clues... The meeting was to discuss some murders... They- they wanted me to help the police track a possible s-serial killer... Are... Baby, please tell me you're not...?", she sobbed, begging you with brokenhearted eyes not to be who they had sent her after. She could clearly see the massacre before her and you were clearly the one that did it but she could not bear the thought of you being like this. You would never lie to her like that right? Never hurt anyone that badly? And you certainly wouldn't force her into such a position... right?
"Rumi... I... I can explain... This is... I can't help it okay? I-I just- it's what I do okay? But these guys deserved it! Promise! But I love you more than anything okay? And I will never, ever let anything bad ever happen to you! You understand that right? I mean I love you so much and you still love me too don't you?", you asked, voice cracking as you see the way she looks at you, "Right?", you cry, hoping she agrees, hoping she kisses you and tells you she still loves you anyway, that things will stay normal between you two and she won't tell anyone about this.
But she backs away from you, horror and pain swimming in her gorgeous eyes.
"How could you? I loved you... You knew I was a hero, you...", she pauses, blinking back more tears as you see her expression harden. You've never seen her so emotional but it didn't last long, "You're a monster.", she finishes, getting into a fighting stance as she calls for backup on her communicator.
And just like that, without even realizing it, she ripped your heart straight out of your chest.
You suddenly notice the sound of alarms and sirens as you snap out of it. You're covered in burns and blood as you stand outside yet another burning building, the flames always belonging to you. I should really get the hell out of here...
You run in the opposite direction of the sirens and when you make it to a safe-seeming abandoned building you accidentally come crashing right into Dabi the second you open the door. He knew you'd come here to hide, and if he was being honest he was kind of proud that he was right. He held you in place as you tried to pull away from him and you shivered at his intimidating gaze.
"W-what are you doing here?" You asked, your voice sounding quieter and less angry than you meant it to. He found it adorable how shy you seemed all of the sudden and couldn't help but smirk down at you.
"Those cops really pissed ya off huh?", he teased, finally releasing you from his hold to close the door. You stepped away from him to look around and catch your breath.
"Stalking me are you?", you mutter, glaring over your shoulder at him. He stares at you for a moment, just drinking up the sight of you before finally speaking.
"That's a bit harsh of a word for it but sure, stalking works too I guess." He jokes, stepping closer till you could feel his warm breath on your neck, "Why do you kill? For fun? For a purpose?", he turns you around to face him, tilting your chin up to look him in the eyes, "Or is it just your nature?", he asks, staring right through you. You sigh, too tired to answer such a complicated question right now.
"Why are you here Dabi?" He smiles, pushing some blood-soaked hair behind your ear.
"Because," he starts, finally taking a step back to look at you some more, "You look so pretty covered in blood...", he confesses, seeming lost in thought. You feel how genuine his words are, unsure how to react to it.
"So?", he asks again, "Why do you kill?" He watches the emotions bubble up and then completely disappear from your face before you answer.
"Because there's something wrong with me. And it can't be fixed.", you tell him, fooling no one with that answer. You had finally looked him in the eyes on your own though, the shyness from before totally gone and replaced with a new fire he'd not yet had the pleasure of seeing before. Dabi honestly feels almost confused as a slight smirk spreads across your face.
"Those scars of yours must hurt pretty bad huh?", you ask. He wonders if you're going to kill him now.
"They aren't too bad. As long as I distract myself from the pain. Why?"
"So do you need a distraction right now?"
Dabi was by no means an expert on being hit on, and he certainly was not an expert on how to read you, he never had and never would, claim to be. But in that moment, he clued in immediately; You were obviously coming onto him. Despite the many mixed signals thrown around between the two of you since he'd first saw you, you so very clearly wanted him right now.
"You sure?", he asks, smirking down at you as he makes his way closer again. You scoff and roll your eyes at him, removing your partially burned jacket.
"What are you some fucking hero? Just shut the fuck up and get that stupid ass jacket of yours off, before I change my mind." You threaten. He immediately complies, removing both his jacket and his shirt in a hurry before grabbing you by the throat and pushing you against the wall. He used just enough force to both keep you in place and give you a reason not to move. You received the message clearly and looked his body up and down, pleasantly surprised at everything you saw. He was in better shape than you thought, and you now took the time to notice how he smelled with how close he was again. He smelled like aftershave and burnt wood mixed with blood and liquor. If you were being honest you didn't really mind. Most people would be turned off by the smell of blood but you kind of liked it, and you really weren't in a position to talk much. As he got even closer the smell of blood and liquor got stronger and you could smell his skin burning but not nearly as
much as you would have thought.
"Listen I know you've got quite the damn mouth on ya, but you're gonna need to behave for me, or there will be consequences got it?", he rasps, licking below your ear to make you shiver.
"Got it.", you whisper, your insides burning with desire as you anticipate what you've gotten yourself into. But Dabi feels it. He can feel it practically radiating off of you and it makes him harder than he even thought possible. He watches you bite your lip and can't help but grind into you, the bulge in his jeans earning a delicious moan from you. He decides he wants to hear it again, he wants to hear more of you, needs to.
"What do you want baby?", he teases, lowering his hand from your throat to caress the perfect tits he's been dying to touch for weeks.
"Please?", you try, hoping that'd be enough to convince him, to get what you want so bad. All you really wanted right now was to forget. To stop feeling what you always feel for just a second. As bitchy as it was he was there and he was nothing more than a damn good distraction right now.
"Please what, hmm?", he pushes, "Tell me. What do you want?"
He watched as you struggled with the decision to tell him or not– or maybe with deciding what you even wanted. He got impatient fast though and quickly shoved his hand down your jeans to rub circles on your sensitive clit. He smiled as you moaned beautifully for him, reacting just how he'd hoped you would. But the second you saw the satisfaction on his face you quickly went quiet, fighting every urge to moan for more and trying as hard as you could to keep from grinding against his hand. You could practically see the fire light up in his eyes as it spurred him on to go even faster, to force you into moaning his name and creaming for him.
Dabi honestly hadn't had much experience sexually as women were typically scared of him and he normally couldn't care less. But when he was with women he normally only cared about getting himself off, about using whoever it was for what he needed and being done with them. But with you, he hadn't been able to get you out of his damn head. Ever since you two had first met and threatened each other he'd had nothing on his mind but the thought of fucking you into oblivion and making you scream his name so many times you'd go numb to the pleasure. The huge shift in his own attitude kind of caught him off guard, but he still wasn't about to stop. To his surprise, you'd actually came onto him and so he was seizing this opportunity to do as much as he could, as best as he could, both with and to you. But just as he could feel you were about to cum for him, you finally squealed a bit and grabbed his hand to stop him, moaning through your words as you began to finally beg him.
"Okay! Okay! Fuck! Please Dabi? Please just– just please I want your fingers first a-and your tongue and– fuck! Just, please? I need to feel it, baby! Please?"
He simply laughed at your begging, laughed at the desperate and broken look on your face. It surprisingly filled him with joy to see you so defeated and eager. Especially when for the longest time, you'd pushed him away so cruelly and wanted nothing to do with him. But now all you wanted– no, needed– was him. This feeling was as foreign for you as it was for him though.
With Rumi, things were so different. You longed for her all the time. By the time you got the chance to do anything like this with her, you'd been thinking of dozens of things to do to her already. Nothing was ever a split-second decision for you two. It was constant passion and thoughts of one another.
But with Dabi, none of this was passion and the only thoughts right now were about how much longer till you two could finally fuck.
"As you wish, darling.", he purred, biting down on your earlobe. You became so enveloped in his teeth marking your skin that you didn't even notice him lowering his jeans, or tying your hands behind your with his belt, or securing your legs around his waist. The only thing that seemed to snap you back to reality was him finally plunging his hard
cock into your sopping wet hole and moaning hotly into your bruised neck.
"Fuuuck!", you both moaned in unison, your head falling back and hands struggling against his belt.
"I– huh...?", you finally began paying attention to your surroundings, seeing your jeans burned up and panties ripped and on the ground. You also realized your hands were in fact tied up behind you and he was now holding you on his cock with one arm and choking you again with the other. You could feel how thick he was inside and every vein felt so defined with as sensitive as you were right now, and you could now see a bulge in your lower stomach.
"J–Jesus! How fucking big even are you?", you groaned, furrowed your brows at the sight before you. He chuckled and kissed his way down your neck before finally settling his mouth on your left tit, swirling his tongue around the hardened nipple before letting go with a 'pop'.
"Not what you were expecting? Y'know if this weren't so damn entertaining," he teased, beginning to thrust into you mercilessly, "I might just be offended by that!", he tells you, yanking you down on his cock by your hair.
The more he fucked you the more you noticed about him. You were finally able to appreciate just how sexy he really was. But he was also damaged. With most of his clothes off, you saw his scars were even worse than you'd thought, and it almost made you feel better about yours. And you couldn't help but moan at the feeling his piercings gave you when he slammed into you to the hilt. You honestly weren't all that surprised that he had some lower piercings but it took you a minute to register that was what you had been feeling.
"S-shit baby– s-so good! Fuck! Good girl! Fuckin' take it!", Dabi groaned, digging his nails into your skin and leaving slight burns everywhere he kissed you. You suddenly felt him hit particularly deep in a deliciously sensitive spot and screamed a little as you threw your head back, accidentally smacking it against the wall. You couldn't even begin to understand what that feeling had even been but when you finally came back from it you had one hand tangled in his hair and the other clawing at his back.
"Fuck! How'd you do that hmmm?", he taunted, smacking at your ass, "I really liked that belt y'know...", he said starting to pound into you even harder. You didn't even realize what he meant at first until your head rolled to the side and you saw his burned-up belt on the floor, still burning with some of your white flames. How in the Hell...?
You suddenly felt Dabi lower you to the floor, ordering you to keep your legs around his waist before resuming his harsh pounding. You could remember being a little rough with Rumi sometimes but this? You had never felt such an intense combination of pain and pleasure before in your entire life. Not even killing felt this good and not even death could ever hurt this good.
"F-fuck! Dabi! Oh God, please! Please! Just– fuck!", you cried, simply spurring him on to fuck you harder. Your wings felt sore and tired as he drilled you into the ground on them and your pussy began to ache. But all you could think about was cumming on his cock so bad, he'd have no choice but to fill you up and painting your sweet insides white.
"You close? Hmm? You gonna cum for me?", he cooed, biting the soft flesh of your neck again, hard enough to bruise you even more. You nodded to him, pleasureful tears streaming down your face. You could hardly manage proper words to be able to answer him out loud. "Then beg for it.", he tells you, licking the tears from your cheeks and laughing horribly. "Fuckkkk you're amazing!", he groans, slowing his thrusts in an attempt at forcing you to do as you're told. You whine at the intense but slowed friction and begin digging your nails into the scars on his back as you squirm beneath him.
"Fuck! Fine! Okay! Ssshittt... just... please let me cum? I wanna– I need to! Just fuck me– please don't stop... keep going! Please?", you beg grinding your hips on his cock, trying anything to feel more of him. He immediately grabs your hips and holds
them in place as he hisses at the pain your nails bring him. You watch as his eyes completely change and look about a hundred times more dangerous than you'd ever seen them.
"You might wanna be careful, fuckin' back into me like that y'know... you'll get 'urself hurt like that darlin'.", he warns, holding his cock as deep as it can go while he speaks, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.
"Fffuck! Please! Lemmie' cum so I can feel you fill me up! I need it– please, Dabi—"
"Touya. Call me Touya.", he interrupts, still staring down at you. He honestly wasn't sure what had come over him, but all he knew was he needed to hear you scream his real name. He genuinely didn't think he could cum unless you did.
"T-Touya... please, fuck m–", you whine, unable to finish before he pins your hands on either side of your head and begins fucking you even harder than before. You can't stop the small screams and desperate moans that fall from your lips, especially when you feel him slowly pull out, before slamming himself right back in every now and again.
"Fuck!", he roars, "Gonna fill you up so nicely baby! You want that? Hmm? You gonna take it for me? I mean I deserve it don't I? After I fuck you this good, the least you can do is use this little pussy for something good and lemmie' fuck my cum up into ya' yeah?", he sneers, squeezing your wrists even harder, fully intending to leave you with more bruises. He wants to mark you, claim you as his in every way he can. So when you nod and desperately beg him for his cum, the villain can't help but smile wildly at you.
"Atta girl! So good for me baby, I think you deserve a reward.", he tells you, switching so that only one of his hands were holding yours in order to reach down and rub at your swollen clit.
"Fuck!", you scream, just barely able to hold back your orgasm, "Baby, please? I can't take it anymore, I need it! Please let me cum! Can I? Please?", you sob, your wings flickering with white flames as you beg for his permission. He moans in pain as he feels the heat burning at his skin, and wonders if you feel it burning you too. Within seconds he realized you can't be feeling anything other than his hard cock– not with the way you were moaning for him, begging for him.
You watched as he smiled at you before leaning down and whispering in your ear, "Cum for me darlin'.", he tells you, watching as your body spasms and your wings light up with flames, burning both of you and the floor beneath. He groans when he feels the way your pussy tightens on his cock, relishing in your wet, tight grip on him before pulling out and flipping you over and onto your hands and knees.
You moan as he slides back into you, fucking you in a hurry as he begins chasing his own release, and perhaps a second one for you too, "Fuck! That's it, baby! Let me fuck you through it, yeah? Till I fill you up real nice, hmm? You want that?", he asks, groaning as he sees you nod and beg for more.
"Yes! I want it! I want it! I want it! Please?" He watches your wings quiver as he kisses your white flames with his blue ones, thinking of it as a pact of some kind, with flames instead of blood. In that moment, he watched your ass jiggle at each desperate thrust of his and silently promised that he'd make damn sure to do this again, to see you like this again, and to make you scream for him, over and over again.
You began feeling the burns on your body, now hyper-aware as you teered closer to a second orgasm. You smiled back at him as you felt him twitching inside of you, knowing full well that he was close. You began grinding your ass back against him, wanting to push both of you over the edge. You could hear him practicing whine at you, the feeling of you fucking him back almost too much for him.
"Fuck, baby! Shit, don't do that! Fuck! You're gonna make me cum if you keep that up!", he warns, squeezing your ass, trying to hold you still. You giggled in ecstasy and smirked back at him as you fought his tight grip. You couldn't believe how gorgeous he looked as he dropped his head back and moaned,
bloody tears now streaming down his cheeks.
"Mmmm... you good back there?", you tease, rolling your hips some more. You hear him take a long, deep breath before caressing your flaming wings, running his fingers around the base of them. You felt him use them as leverage and begin fucking you harder and somehow faster, too fast for you to keep up, to even comprehend the feeling. And fuck did you love it.
"Shit! Come on y/n! Cum for me baby! Give it to me! One more time, for me! Please darlin'?", he groans, licking the back of your neck and reaching around to rub your clit again, coaxing you into another orgasm. You nearly collapsed in his arms as you came, your body heating up and shaking around him.
But you still didn't feel him stop. His pace was sloppy, but nowhere near stopped. He again, fucked you through another orgasm. You could feel how close he was, so you couldn't understand why he was holding back, and you knew he was. But as he watched you tremble beneath him, he knew he wanted this to last, no– needed it to. But the longer he went on like this, the less control he seemed to have. And then finally he lost it. You said exactly what you knew would drive him mad.
"T-Touya, fuck! Please, just fill me up! I need it, baby, please?"
That was it for him. As soon as he heard it, he let go. He held you on his cock and you could feel his hot load shooting into you, you could feel how deep his cock was through the bulge in your belly and you could hear how good he felt by the delicious moans he let out.
The two of you stayed still there for a few minutes, him just holding you close, trapping his seed inside you with his cock while you both caught your breath and the flames around you died out. He honestly wanted to stay like that forever. But before you knew it you were back to reality.
"Get up. I gotta go.", you told him, beginning to pull away. He did as he was told but looked at you questioningly.
"Don't worry about it. I'm taking your jacket. I'll see you around though so I'll give it back. Kay?", you stood up and threw on his jacket before looking over to make sure he understood. He knew you weren't asking permission. You were telling him.
"If I do I'll burn it later. I don't want it. But my clothes are ruined and this is better to be spared. See ya later." You told him before wrapping the jacket around yourself and walking out. You left him there on the floor, half-naked and still in a dreamlike after state, still drunk on your tight pussy and covered in bloody tears of pleasure.
remark: yeap, again to the mha guys bc i missed them. and wow. it is wow!
eager pussy eater. you can't and shouldn't convince me otherwise.
lick from the clit to the ass. the one who'd be licking two holes, put a thumb on your clit to slightly drawing circles on the overstimulated bug.
degrade you whilst fingering you.
'ya like it when i'm fingering you in the office so everyone can hear how are you becoming a slut for me?'
'don't be shy now, slut, let 'em hear your pretty voice.'
likes to lick you as a punishment treatment thus your pussy would be melting under his tongue.
his favorite position is - when you're on all fours so he could lick you from pussy to the asshole.
if bakugou is eating your pussy, he'd be teasing your another hole with a finger and vice versa; if he's licking your ass, his two fingers would be stretching your walls.
he won't give you his dick until you squirt.
the slow pace and slow movements.
i think izuku loves to wake you up with his mouth on your pussy as he's practically making out.
could destroy your morning by his nimble tongue on your clit, slowly guides to the slit, he might cause the ticklish sensation of having the tip of his tongue trying to enter your hole.
at first, he didn't know where to put a tongue and how to lick you appropriately to bring you a piece of the orgasm. give him time and deku would lick every last drop of your oozing hole, as you're lost in the paradise.
fingering and fingering which brings you to the new and new climax. i think if deku turns into the darker side of his personality, which is kinkier [more kinky], you'd be handcuffed as izuku can't get enough of your pussy.
in the midst of the heat, izuku puts you on all fours to eat your pussy and spank your ass.
'count my spankings and if you lose the count, i won't let you cum.'
actually, shouto is seemed to be a giver than a receiver.
he lives for the hours when you're lying on the back and his face between your quivering legs as you're reaching the orgasm.
always starts from nipples as his fingers find themselves on your slit, teasing the hole with the fingertip.
'you want my fingers inside while i'm playing with your nipples?'
i guess shou would be licking your pussy and play with nipples or explore your body with his pads, memorizing every curve, every inch of your body.
he likes praise how good you're giving your juices to taste him, how good your voice has broken over your groaning, whimpering of inexhaustible pleasure.
todoroki likes a slow, tantalizing movement of his tongue guides from the moisten entrance to do clitoris, without pausing the contact to make indecipherable strokes on the lump of nerves and back again.
he makes sure you moisten and wet enough to take his cock.
the man always makes you squirt. don't ask me how, dabi is good at it.
calling you princess as you're cumming, thus your mind will be be completely in his possession and you'll beg for more.
you can describe him as an unbearable pussy eater. why? the villian enjoys to give you an oral in the place you might get caught. but the feeling of getting caught is arousing you more.
he'd be eating you even more relentlessly if someone will caught you.
likes 69 position, thus you and him will both benefit - he pushes deep into your throat and feels how much you like it.
dabi loves to fuck you dumb and pliable as you have no more force to put a resistance. although, if you'd have the force, he'd break all your hints towards his attempts to turn you into his obedient slut.
do not try to be shy or innocent, you will have the corruption with this man. you're gonna tell him what to do, how and where you need his tongue, the rhythm and pace, trust me, you are the one dabi will do everything for.
face-sitting kink or position. give. him. that.
keigo enjoys starting from your ankles, kissing your legs to the place you need to be touched.
likes to hold your hand or rub your hips. he likes to have physical contact with you to feel as you're clutching his hand when you're gonna melt and give you cum to his tongue.
the toy? what for? baby, he can control his feathers. imagine him sitting in the chair across from you, playing with your swollen clit with a feather, pronouncing dirty phrases.
'i haven't touched your pussy with my fingers and you are already the drooling mess, my little bird.'
if keigo in the mood for the little game, as i mentioned above, he'd guide the feather when you're working in your office or patrolling the city, taking you spontaneously in a small alleyway, bringing you to ecstasy only with using his quirk.
mixed one man. like, he enjoys licking you slowly, yet as you will bounce against his face to have more attention, he'd lick you ravenously, building the climax one by one.
mirror sex. he will command you to watch him lick your pussy and if you'll roll your eyes over the pleasure or you'd break the contact - well. girl. good luck.
he puts the vibrator inside your pussy as licking your clit. aizawa's ears must be in heaven as you're whimpering, begging to turn off the toy because it's too much for you.
he doesn't stop the torture. aizawa place two fingers in your mouth to quell your voice as you're reaching another orgasm, the count you don't remember. the tears are running over your cheeks, you arch your back, trying to dodge his tongue.
'it's too much, my little kitten, too much for you? give your daddy one more climax and you'll have my thick cock.'
using his quirk when you accidentally used your quirk when you've got your climax. aizawa likes to tie you up with his bandages [scarf] around your body so you can't move.
you've gone to the tattoo and piercing parlor that sits between the two family-owned restaurants before, never for yourself but as support for friends. The man with jet black hair who does a majority of the work always makes small talk with you, encouraging you to stop by for yourself. Your curiosity is piqued, if they can do it why can't you? It won't hurt that bad, right? It's not like his gaze alone lights a fire deep in your core.
"You're here again," You look up from your bag to the raven-haired man behind the parlor counter, "Are you finally here for yourself?" His tone is husky, creating a string of chills that rush down the length of your spine. He always asks you the same question whenever you step through the doors, you come here often because of your friends as sort of an "emotional support". You've never actually gotten a tattoo or piercing for yourself, and you don't really want one quite yet.
Your friend stumbling in behind you already gives him his answer, he gives an overly dramatic sigh and tuts, "C'mon, stop by for yourself, I promise to take good care of you. You'd look good with just about anything..." He leans in to examine your face, chuckling at how you sheepishly lean back. Your friend clears her throat, you know why she and your other friends always come here... for him. It is so obvious in the outfits they wear and their change in behavior, suddenly picking on you to get him to laugh is on their agenda. Not to mention how any ounce of attention he gives to you, they fight to win back.
Dabi, you learned that was his name a few weeks ago, hands her the clipboard before turning back to you. His arms lean against the counter, decorated in an array of traditional tattoos you cannot quite decipher but you find stunning, "Maybe a nose ring?" He asks, "You'd look cute with a little one right here..." He pokes your bottom lip, purposely dragging it down just a bit. You shove his hand away flustered, shaking off his suggestions with a simple I'd probably pass out.
He traces your features, humming at your words, and trying to picture something on you. He is genuine when he says anything would look great on you, but he finds your face so cute as it is, he would feel almost bad piercing a hole through it. He wonders how your supple breasts look, two metal bars through your nipples, he can imagine you holding up your shirt for him, so innocent you can't even realize his excessive groping is unprofessional. All the things he could do to you, and you probably would not even say anything, just take it.
The clipboard hits the counter, his turquoise eyes snapping to your friend who has her arms crossed beneath her breasts, gradually growing impatient with the lack of acknowledgment. You tuck your bag under your arm and back away, knowing that you're only obstructing her chance at getting his number. Ever since the third time you visited the shop, Dabi has been talking a lot more with you. It was strange how suddenly his attention was diverting from your friends, who always looked stunning, to you who showed up in either pajamas or your casual attire from the day.
He always asks you about your day, you find it sweet that he cares enough, but lately, your friends have grown a little malicious due to him "choosing" you over them. It has not been fun, to say the least, having girls who you thought were your friends instigate you over some man.
"So, what're you getting?" Dabi asks, not even bothering to read what she wrote on the form. She answers a quiet tongue piercing, using that sultry sweet tone she is known for. He only hums, not really interested in details, before motioning for you both to follow him into the back.
Your friend doesn't appear happy with him waving for you both, which doesn't make sense since you always go into the back room with them, "Does she have to come in the back?" Your friend, Izumo, asks. You look to her with confusion, then back at Dabi, backing away slightly as to not cause any trouble.
"Well, no..." He says with a shrug, "But there isn't anyone to work the counter right now, so it'd be easier to have her in the back... she looks all sweet, but I bet behind that cute smile she's a klepto." Dabi looks down at you with a smirk, bringing his hand to the top of your head and guiding you to keep walking, "There's plenty of room, a tongue piercing is quick."
There is no way to describe the tension, thick and anything but comforting. Between Dabi drumming his fingers on the top of your head, and your friend sauntering behind you both, you're sure she will tell you off after about letting him get all cozy with you. Truly, you don't mean for it to happen, but you don't want to be rude and act cold with him. He is really nice to you, and it isn't every day a guy bothers to ask about your day and give you attention.
The backroom is fairly spacious, the cold table set up where Izumo makes herself comfortable, Dabi pulling a chair from the neighboring room so you can have somewhere to sit. It smells just like him, which you can assume is from the small bottle of cologne on the counter where he has his personal belongings. He reeks of smoke, disinfectant, and that masculine cologne that has this lemony under smell to it.
"What about your eyebrow?" He picks up right where he left off, nagging you about ideas that just don't appeal to you, "Or maybe one on your ear? There's gotta be something you want..." He washes his hands in the sink beside you, looking at you fumble with your phone shyly, "If you don't want a piercing, I'll happily tattoo you." The sound of the glove squeezing over his fingers and snapping against his wrist fill the silence, other than his talking and you humming a small nope to him.
"You do tattoos, too?" Your friend pipes up, you and Dabi look at her on the table, "I didn't know that... what do you like to do?" It is clear what she is trying to do, Dabi knows this game, girls do it all the time. They scrape and fight for his affection or the slightest acknowledgment. He's seen how your friends treat you and it only makes him want to smother you more just to piss them off, as well as see you giggle and turn red in the ears.
He doesn't answer right away, laying out the tools he needs for the quick piercing, "Uhh," He puts on the tray a clamp, a needle, the tongue bar, and some pads to wipe around the tongue for before and after the piercing, "It kinda depends, I don't always tattoo clients... depends on if I like them or not, I'm not comfortable tattooing strangers." He sets the tray beside her on the table and stands in front of her spread legs.
"Oh, that's a shame..." She tilts her head with a frown, both disappointed in his answer and the fact he doesn't catch on to the fact her legs are spread open for him to stand between them, "Guess that means I'll just have to visit you more often, hm?"
"Sure, as long as you make an appointment." He unwraps the clamp from its packaging and tests it, making sure it works properly. He uses the pads to swipe at the area of her tongue he is piercing, not wanting any saliva to obstruct the process, "Stick out your tongue as far as you can and don't move." As he swabs her tongue, collecting the saliva before grabbing the marker to spot where the needle will go in and out from, he calls out to you.
"Psst," He says over his shoulder, "C'mere, think you can order my lunch while I do this?" You look to your friend nervously, knowing she will be upset, but it would be rude to decline him. You cautiously approach him, following his vision to his phone, "Get that, the code is just a bunch of sixes... it'll automatically open once the right amount goes in." You follow his instructions, grabbing his phone, which isn't in the best shape, and press the six on the code pad until it unlocks, "Now go to the third folder, at the bottom should be that app... it's like bootleg Uber Eats."
At the bottom of the folder is the app you assume he is describing, opening it to see a bunch of recommendations based on previous orders, "Surprise me with something, I've been eating the same shit all week." His fingers wipe at the mark he made, adjusting it to sit more at the center of her tongue before applying the clamp, "Oh, actually... Thai sounds fucking great right now."
You listen to him babbling about what he likes, inputting his order bit by bit, and making sure you get it right, "Isn't this a lot for just lunch...?" He hums, peering over your shoulder and pointing at what he could live without. You place the order, letting him know when it should arrive before putting his phone back where you picked it up from.
"Thanks, doll face," He coos at you, "Now when do I get to stick a needle in you?" You groan at his insistence, unaware of the growing aggravation of Izumo who watches the way he treats you. She had thought your mutual friends were exaggerating, but seeing how friendly he is with you in comparison to her, the jealousy in her stomach bubbles up. Here she is dressed up, her chest practically hanging out, and you're just sitting there and being shy... what is it that you have and she doesn't?
Internally, he is laughing at the absolute look of both confusion and distaste your friend is being consumed by, but he is also disgusted by how girls can so easily disregard their friends over a guy. You haven't done anything but sit there, he is almost embarrassed for the girl, bringing the piercing needle to the top of her tongue and lining it with the mark he made, "I'm going to do it now, okay?" She nods and closes her eyes, face scrunching up as the needle stabs through her tongue.
You watch him replace the needle with the metal bar, twisting the rounded ball onto the end of it whilst wiping at the blood and saliva that sticks to her tongue and chin. He draws away and hands her a mirror to examine the final product, Dabi silently cleans up the area, not saying much to either of you while your friend babbles about how good it looks, the reason she wanted it, and thanking him for taking care of her. Dabi brushes her off with a bland it is my job, making you slightly giggle.
"Ah, so she does laugh a little," Dabi leans over to look you in the eyes with a lazy smile, "Now it's your turn, cutie, get on the table." He nods his head to the table, to which you quickly shake your head, "Aw, c'mon, it'll only pinch a little... I think I know exactly what I wanna give you." His eyes trail down from your neck to your chest, smirking at the flustered expression that immediately crosses her face.
"She wouldn't be able to handle it," Izumo pipes up snarkily, coming to a stand and grabbing her things, "Last year we and a couple of friends wanted to get matching tattoos, but she chickened out on the spot." She flashes the small tattoo at her wrist that you were also supposed to have, you were shocked she would bring that up, especially since you cried an apology to them after the whole ordeal. You felt guilty for ruining the trip, and they even said it was fine, so why did she have to bring it up now?
The raven-haired man wipes his hands on his pants with a monotonous expression, "Well, they say matching tattoos are bad luck," He looks down at you, "Plus, it would be a hassle to get a cover-up if any of you were to stop being friends... she'll get a tattoo when she's ready," He traces down your body and swipes his tongue over his teeth, "And I'm gonna be the one to pop her tattoo cherry."
His play of words has your abdomen tightening, you hate that you love his attention, how every time he talks to one of your friends he has to bring you into the mix, that you're the focus of his attention during these trips. You hate that you love seeing your friends get jealous and sneer at you, but it's just a little fun... right? Your friend heads for the door, smoking practically pouring from her ears at how he treats you.
Dabi moves behind you, sneaky fingers running down your back and pushing something into your pocket, "You have some strange friends," He whispers into your ear, fingers digging into the curve of your ass before he pulls his hand away, "When am I gonna get to be alone with you? Promise it won't hurt too much..."
"U-Um, I don't know..." You look down at the hand he keeps on your waist, "I-I'll think about it, maybe something new wouldn't be too bad..." He smiles at that, he just wants to have an excuse to be with you alone. You're such a pretty piece of ass, so naive and cute, he wants to ravish you and ruin you... but at the same time see how long he can keep you on the hook. See what you have hidden behind your innocent smiles and shy pouts.
You look over your shoulder at him, waving your friends as a farewell before you slip out the door with your friend. She immediately turns to you with a look you have seen before, "Ugh, what was that? Hinami said he would be all over you, but I thought she was exaggerating." You follow her to your car, unlocking the door, "Next time, remind me not to invite you, m'kay? You didn't even try to shove him away or anything, if you don't want him just say it so some of us can get a bit of that."
You don't really pay attention, whatever he slipped in your back pocket is practically burning a hole in your cheek, all you want is to reach back and see what it is. Though you know if you do, Izumo will only be in your business and raise her voice more. You definitely need some new friends, as soon as possible.
The drive is tense, but after dropping her off at her apartment complex, the tenacity from before evaporates into thin air and you finally have the chance to reach into your pocket. You pull out a folded piece of paper, his name messily scrawled on the front with a silly little smiley face, On the inside reads his phone number, and just below it is a note reading, 'text me when you get the chance, I'm gonna convince you to stop by for yourself one of these days.'
His words shouldn't make you smile, and you shouldn't add his number into your phone... he is no good, he has that look to him, one that reads trouble. You are sure he has his share of affairs, side flings. He reads heartbreaker, but part of you believes he didn't give you his number to be anything serious, knowing that will at least keep you from getting too close with him.
Nonetheless, you put in his number and text him. A few words won't harm anyone, right?
'Hi, Dabi... right? I just got the chance to read the note. I'll get a tattoo or piercing if I want, none of your convincing will change my mind, sorry! <3'
You send the rather light message, not expecting him to text you back, or at least not right away. You drive the rest of the way home, unaware that he so quickly texted you back. He had been waiting for your message, after all. To say that he was on the edge of his seat since you left would be an accurate description, he honestly did not expect for you to even acknowledge the note, but the moment an unknown number popped up and he read the text... he knew it was you.
When you get inside, and only after changing into pajamas and grabbing a snack from your kitchen cupboard, do you check the list of notifications on your phone; social media, the news, emails, miscellaneous... Dabi. The message burns into your phone and you almost think not to look at it, should you? You should, you did text him first.
I didn't think you'd message me, pretty girl... did you just get home?
You give him affirmation that you're home, chewing the chip you just popped into your mouth. Not even the television is as interesting as this right now, you don't like how excited you are to see him waiting on your every response. So quickly texting you back, it makes butterflies come to life in your stomach.
That's good. Now about that piercing... how about the lip? Like a little vertical labret?
He lists off different piercings, tattoo ideas... more than just dedicated to persuading you. Each time you give him cheeky rejections, reminding him about how you wouldn't be able to handle it. Dabi finds you amusing, he can almost picture you now in your cute pajamas in bed, looking at his messages. What he would give to see you, tight shorts and no bra beneath your shirt.
You ask him about his day, to which he gives you a flirty little, 'Sucked until I got to see you walk in again, visit me more often.' It's such a cheesy comment, one that shouldn't make you smile against your hand, he shouldn't be making you feel like this. It is humiliating, but it's just a bit of flirting... no strings attached.
The message is sent before you even properly think it through, fingers quickly typing up, 'What do you think would look best on me?' The three dancing dots almost pop up immediately, as if he had been waiting for that specific question. You wait patiently, the dots appearing and disappearing, clearly, he is trying to word his message correctly.
As you wait, you think of all the times you have visited the shop. You're familiar with the faces who work there, aside from Dabi you have seen a blonde-haired young man with golden eyes and a slight scruff on his chin. You never spoke to him, but he did smile at you once, that was as far as the exchange went. Another face was a lanky figure with white locks, eyes red as blood and he looked to have a skin condition. He was not bad looking at all, and you spoke to him a few times after he recognized a charm on your keychain.
Of course, you have no seen him for some time, but that is as far as the exchange went, discussing mutual interests in shows or games. He was nice, a bit standoffish and vague, but still nice to talk with when your friends wanted Dabi to themselves. You wonder if Dabi had not picked interest in you if you would have found yourself chatting with the white-haired young man. You never caught his real name but you're sure you have heard the others refer to him as Shiggy.
The message goes through and you look at your screen, the message is a bit longer, but nothing that you aren't willing to read.
Well, I was thinking of a lip piercing, but your face is so pretty... it would be a shame to poke any holes in it. Maybe something more hidden? A septum, a smiley... maybe I could do a tongue piercing on you, too?
They all sound fine, you would prefer something more hidden, but you've heard some disaster stories regarding both smileys and septums. A tongue piercing doesn't sound awful, but supposedly they are bad for your teeth and you're sure your friend will accuse you of copying her. Dabi finds your thinking amusing, turning each suggestion down with a more than valid reason. You're cute, not letting yourself live a little and take the risks.
You're just making my job a little difficult... what about one on your pussy?
Your eyes widen at the message, it is a bit much, the idea of having a needle near down there sounds painful. Your bottom lip is captured between your teeth, words failing you at the mere image of him between your legs. The pain would only be a second, his lips kissing it better... it sends shocks to your core and you find your legs crossing to secure the involuntary arousal his text caused.
Once again you decline the suggestion, fearful of this effect he has on you. You should not let yourself get drunk on his words, wait on his messages. Yet here you are watching your screen, watching him type, watching that delivered turn into read. What does he see in you? It's humiliating to have someone so attractive hang over your shoulder. He is far out of your league on several levels.
You're killing me, babe. Come into the parlor sometime, I'll convince you to get something. (;
Of course, he will, you know he will somehow convince you. It is impossible for you to ignore the way his words have you wanting to please him, to impress him. It feels like high school again, doing anything to grasp the awareness of your crush, for them to notice you and set you apart from the rest. You hate this giddy feeling in your tummy, like a million little butterflies dancing and spinning, throwing a party simply over a few words some man sent you.
To say the least, it is humiliating. You need to end the conversation now before that heat between your legs begins to get hotter, or the palpations of your chest cause an attack. Your fingers quickly type a goodnight, 'I'll think about it! You've given me ideas to think about... maybe you'll see me soon. But I have to go to bed, it's been a long day. Get some rest soon, Dabi. (:'
He returns a cheeky, 'Good night, pretty girl who just so happens to be extremely stubborn.' You smile at the message, partially choking yourself out for ending the conversation so soon. It is for the best, you remind yourself, you need to understand boundaries. Your thighs rub together slowly, relieving only a sliver of the pressure, but you crave more than you want to give yourself. The embarrassment, the shame of touching yourself to the thought of someone you barely know.
But he won't know... not unless he has cameras set up in your room. Dabi doesn't have to know that you are slipping your fingers own your abdomen, imagining it is his tattooed hands doing it. You wonder how they would feel on bare skin, you have never felt his skin against yourself, but you can imagine his palms are rough from hours of accurately and precisely sticking needles in someone.
The thought of rough fingers tugging down your shorts and panties, leaving them to hang at your knees in favor of grazing the slick that covers your swollen cunny. What would he tell you? He'd probably call you pretty girl or babe, whispering about how wet you are, how your slick is sticking to his rings and countless rings that adorn his knuckles. You always admire the jewelry that graces his skin, the chains that hang from his neck, the tongue piercing that glistens against the light when he talks, no to mention the several studs and size 14mm gauges that pierce his ears.
He makes it all look so elegant, so mysterious. The piercings and tattoos going hand in hand, like a story over his body. You imagine your nails tracing the spirals and splashes of color along his skin, his raspy voice whispering the story of each into your ear. Sweat coating your bodies and sticking together all at once, your fingers speed up in their mission to have you cum. The knot in your stomach twisting but never quite snapping, edging yourself just so you can think of him longer.
Is his cock covered in piercings, too? Ladder bars running along the underside of his shaft with a metal ball piercing the crown of his cock, the thought of each metal piece dragging along your gummy walls, rubbing against your throat. Would it hurt? It shouldn't, right? You wonder if he would whisper sweet nothings in your ear, words of praise on how well you take his dick, how pretty you look beneath him...
Your toes curl as the tips of your fingers rub that small patch, massaging the sweet spot that brings you right onto the edge. A spill of his name bleeds from your throat, filthy and soft, whimpering and whining as your fingers pump faster with intent. It feels so good, but you're sure he could make you feel a lot better than this.
Finally, you pull your fingers from your tight cunny and watch as a drop of your cum splashes onto your pulled down shorts, ears tinted red and face scrunched up with pleasure. You sigh a final saying of his name, patting your swollen cunny to ease yourself through that sensitive stage of your high. Only when your poor clit loses reaction to your touches, do you roll over and take the walk of shame to your bathroom. You can feel your slick sticking to your thighs, a reminder that you had just fingered yourself over a man who you texted for no more than five minutes.
In all your years of living, not once have you touched yourself to the thought of someone. It always feels so awkward, strange. You fear that somehow, despite being alone in your room, they will know that the night before they were on your mind whilst your fingers touched places far too private. You go to bed that night sick, not necessarily with guilt anymore, but with something unfamiliar. A sick sense of want, an urge to visit him as he asked.
Maybe, just maybe, you will find yourself in the parlor for yourself.
A week goes by, small talk exchanged between you both, Dabi constantly trying to persuade you to let him take you out for lunch, and you cheekily declining. He is hooked on your game of cat and mouse, leading him on before declining any plans he tries to make with you. You're playing hard to get and he loves it, he finds himself craving your presence, texting you more often than he cares to admit.
Even his coworker, Tomura, noticed his strange behavior. He hates how easy he is to read, they know his games, when he finds a chick he is interested in Dabi likes to play a bit before taking what he wants and ghosting them. But you seem to know his game well, twisting and turning around every jab he tries to give. A dance between you both that he continues to stumble over. He wants to see you again, even if you're accompanying one of your many obnoxious friends, he wants to see you so bad it is frustrating.
So when he hears the bell of the door ring on a lazy Wednesday afternoon, he expects it to be a regular or an appointment made. His eyes casting up, but he catches sight of familiar legs he has ogled over a hundred times before, clad in the cutest stockings he has ever seen. He travels further up, over the curve of hips and chest, meeting your shy eyes. Part of him believes manifestation is real, that all this time he spent thinking of you is what got you to appear. Though he waits for a plus one to come in after you.
But they never do.
You quickly approach the counter, clutching that same bag you always bring, "I-I..." You look down at the outfit you put together, specifically for him, "I realized it wasn't your... um, lunch break after I was halfway here." Turquoise eyes trace your figure snug in the cute little dress you have on, you know how to get him riled up, if he had known you looked so good all dressed up... he would have been more persistent on taking you out.
Dabi watches you point to something, the clipboard to sign in, "You're getting something done?" His voice comes out a bit louder than intended, a tone of disbelief tainting his smoke-flavored tongue. You only nod, playing with your fingers, nails neatly polished, and taking the pen he offers you, "Did you figure out what you want?"
"I think so," You say, neatly scribbling your information on the paper, "B-But I wanted to talk with you about it... just a little nervous." He watches you bring the pen to input what you want, eyes glue to the paper as you quickly write down the one piercing he did not expect you to choose. His eyes falling from their sockets, rereading what you wrote at least five times. Dabi even rubs at the ink, making sure it was actually imprinted in the paper before accepting that those are your words.
His tongue swipes over his teeth, a devilish grin overcoming the look of shock he previously wore, "Well, it's my job to make sure you feel comfortable, right?" You nod and allow him to smoothly snake an arm around your waist, "You make me wait almost a month, begging you to let me have you on my table..." His fingers rub soothing circles against your side, side-eyeing his coworkers who peek out to confirm their suspicions that their friend finally has what he wants, "And you choose my favorite thing to pierce, babe?"
You enter the room you have been in many times before, the same familiar scent of him surrounding you in a thick cloud. The only thing different from previous visits is that you're the one climbing onto the table and not someone else, your bag occupying the chair you have sat in up until this point. Dabi hates the giddiness in his chest seeing you there, so cute and scared, clawing at your dress and doing your best to hide the fear in your eyes. He can see through you, the anxiety and faint look of humiliation.
"What're you so nervous about, sweetheart?" He sighs, coming to stand right in front of you, closer than he would be if it were one of your friends on this table. He wants you to part your supple thighs to let him in, for you to lean forward and coo at him, begging for his attention. He wants you to be a ditsy little whore, but you just sit there and can barely meet his gaze without quickly looking away.
The question echoes in your head, so many things could be the answer to that. Maybe it's the fact you're going to be pulling down the front of your dress to show him your tits? The fact that he's going to have to hold them whilst piercing a middle through the hardened flesh of your nipples? All of it has a tingly sensation vibrating in your stomach, one that makes you hold your legs tighter together.
"I'm just not a fan of needles," You partially lie, "Will it hurt a lot?" He melts at the way you dwell on the little things, scared of the pain rather than him being able to easily take advantage of the fact you'll have your dress pulled down, "I just don't want it to be a hassle or anything."
Dabi leans forward, hands on either side of your hips, his nose nearly brushing against yours. The action has your breath catching in your throat, he doesn't miss the way you clench your thighs together, crossing them just slightly to hide the fact you are aroused. He grins at that, thumbs caressing where your hips meet your thighs, "I'll take care of you. Let me start with seeing what I'm working with, is that fine?" His minty, smoke tainted breath wafts against your face in a warm cloud, the action alone making a shiver run down your arms.
He draws away to give you space, watching you slowly slip the bands of your dress over your shoulders, the elastic of your bra strap falling with it. The fabric of the dress falls around your abdomen, revealing the lace of your bra to his eyes. You can feel his eyes on you, the action making you more than just a little self-conscious. Do you look okay? Is he disappointed?
The cups of your bra hang loose when you unclasp the back and finally you remove the article of clothing and set it beside you. Dabi's eyes never once leave you, printing the image of your supple, perfect tits forever in his memory. He comes closer, "You mind?" Playfully making grabby hands at your chest, it is hard not to laugh just a little, giving him that nod of approval he needs. Calloused palms, just as you had imagined that first night, cup the mounds, feeling them a bit more sensually than you would have expected.
His fingers dig into the plush skin, feeling around the curve and tracing the tip of his nail over and around your nipple. He watches the little buds harden under his touch, your chest rises and falls in his very palm, and he doesn't miss the soft little whine that bubbles in the back of your throat, "I-Is something wrong?" You ask, looking at tattooed fingers against your skin, the cold rings the wrap around his fingers making you twitch and shiver, like cold little ice cubes tickling you.
"Nope," His voice is an octave lower, like a deep growl in the pit of his lungs, "You have nice tits." He gives your left nipple a playful squeeze, chuckling at the jut of your hips and scrunched up expression. The girly little whine making his cock ache in his pants, "You're a little sensitive here, though... so it'll probably hurt a little more than most." Your nipples are rolled between his fingers, taking in your held back reactions, shame written in your failed attempts at keeping your soft sighs and whimpers inside.
You hate the thought of pain, even worse crying in front of him, but he promised to be good with you, to take care of you. He has said it plenty of times and you want to believe him. Dabi pulls his hands from your chest, smiling at your conflicted expression, "I won't tell if you cry a little," He hums, fingers dancing across the exposed skin of your tummy, "Can be our secret... you can hold onto me if it'll make you feel a little better." His voice is so soothing, carrying such reassuring words. You hate how the soft smiles and sweet tone he pulls with you makes you feel safe.
Dabi briefly pulls away from you, feather-like touches still lingering on your torso, going to gather what he needs. You wait patiently, what else can you do? You never noticed the tattoos curl around to his back, faintly making them out through the collar of his shirt. He is handsome, you can see why your friends went crazy for him, but you feel like there is more to his character than just a shit ton of tattoos and even more piercings.
The familiar ringing of your phone interrupts your thought, Dabi glancing away from what he was going to your bag, "I got it, which pocket?" He asks, setting down the jewelry he picked to fit you. Last you remember, your phone was in the large middle pocket. His hand digs in there, feeling the vibration of your phone, he successfully pulls it out but not without noticing something else. A grin plasters across his face and he gives you that look, one that says 'Well what do we have here?'
You don't exactly know what he is giving you that look for, you made sure to empty your bag of anything embarrassing! Could you have missed something? Maybe it is just something silly like a bag of candy or one of your menstrual items... but you're not even close to your period date. He is making you nervous, bringing your dress up to cover your chest before shimmying off the counter and hurrying to see what he is focusing on.
"I-I..." Your heart just about stops at the embarrassing realization that your bullet vibrator is still tucked away in your bag, you don't use it often but sometimes it's nice to have it in while driving or just shopping. The subtle vibration always calming you, but you don't remember slipping it in your bag at all this week. Could it be that it fell in when you grabbed something else? Maybe you just forgot to take it out?
"You're adorable," He laughs and hands you your phone, "Wasn't judging, but you should do a better job of hiding that." You look at the name on your screen, seeing it is Izumo, the friend you came with about a week ago. You roll your eyes and toss aside the phone, letting it fall into your bag, "Someone you don't like?"
Dabi looks at your arms hiding your chest with the front of your dress, a shame that you aren't standing here with them out for him to look at while preparing his set up for you, "Kinda... um, remember the friend from last week? You did her tongue." He shrugs, giving you one of those I'm not sure sort of expressions, "She wanted to invite me to some cafe, but I'm still a little upset after last week."
"About the whole crying thing?" You nod, Dabi puts his gloves on and carries the tray to the table, patting the spot for you to come to sit, "Well, don't be embarrassed... I'm sure you look cute when you cry." The comment makes your stomach flip, it's a strange thing to tell a client, but you assume he is only making you feel better. You let the dress fall and reveal your chest, using an alcohol pad to clean up the area on your nipple and around it. He lays down the pad and looks in your eyes, "You okay? Look like you're gonna pass out..."
"Y-Yeah... just... that needles a kinda big, no?" You're getting a bit standoffish, squirming in place and fiddling with your fingers, "I just... just thought it would be a little-" Dabi shushes you with a sadistic grin, though you mistake it for one of playful amusement. His hands feel so good on your thighs, you wish you could continue to feel them without the added pain of that needle piercing your tender buds.
Hands pry open your legs, allowing his hips to move between, your thighs sit snugly around his waist and squeeze him just a bit. He tickles your waist and shifts you just a tad closer, pressing flush against your, "You're shaking," He comments while feeling up your sides, stopping only when he has your face in his palms, "Poor baby, so scared over a little needle..." He muses and leans in until you feel his breath over your lips, "Maybe you need a little distraction, right?"
Two fingers run up your thigh and stop at the elastic of your panties, they're warm against your cold skin, making you shiver in his grasp, "Relax," The two fingers rub against your panties, massaging that little pearl right above your entrance, "You like that, princess? Makes you feel a little better, right?" He relishes in the sweet whines you let him hear, not to mention your soft fingers wrapping around his wrist to keep his hand close, "Good girl, just focus on that..."
While he distracts you with his index and middle fingers, each rubbing against your panties and teasing the top of the flimsy fabric, he eyes your tender breasts and makes sure that the marks he made line up. You don't even notice him continuing his work, so focused on the little surges of pleasure that wrack through you with every little curl and tap of his finger against your swollen clit.
A particularly loud whimper falls from your honeyed tongue, thighs squeezing around his waist tighter, "D-Dabi," You curl up at the intrusion of his fingers caressing the walls of your poor cunny, "N-Not there... too much-" His thumb presses down on your clit, making you shut up immediately. You become so submissive without him putting any effort, such a dirty girl, opening her thighs just for him.
"Alright sweetheart, I need both hands," His fingers are pulled from your sloppy entrance, but something small easily replaces it, "But you're such a smart girl for bringing that little toy," It turns on, buzzing inside of your cunny at the soft spot he had previously been poking and prodding against, "Now sit still for me, alright? Then I'll make sure to kiss it better..."
The buzzing against your walls makes it difficult to sit still, but Dabi lets you hold onto him for stabilization, checking the marks on your nipples one more time before he is lining up the sharp end of the needle with the target. You are so distracted by the buzzing of your bullet vibrator, you barely feel the pinch of the needle penetrating your nipple. In fact, Dabi notices the way your hips arch against him, sputtering at the flickering pain that bubbles on your breast mixed with the pulsating pleasure. He grins at the smallest sliver of drool that sticks to your lips, finding you to look your best when drunk on pleasure.
"Fuck, baby..." He replaces the needle with the straight bar, twisting the ball onto the end of it, "There's one, you did so well... and they look great on these pretty tits of yours." Palms cup your chest, making you giggle and roll your hips against him, "Shit, okay... one more and then I'll play with this cute little pussy, making a mess all over my table." He cups your next breast and once again checks the markings, repeating the process. The stinging of the needle stabbing through tenderized skin has you flinching just a bit, a soft moan bubbling on the inside of your throat.
"Nngh, gonna cum-" You look up at him with a lazy expression, not even caring that your poor tits are sore from being pierced, "W-Wanna cum, Dabi~" He finishes the second jewelry, taking a brief step back to look at you with your legs spread, panties pulled to the side and the little pink vibratory peeking out of your little entrance just a bit. You look so perfect, sweat stuck to your brow, whimpers of gonna cum and Dabi spilling over your little pink tongue, and your nipples swollen and shimmering from the metal bars through them.
If he could, he would take a picture, but right now he wants to see you fall apart in his hands, "Yeah?" He muses while pushing the little vibrator deeper inside of you, "You gonna cum for me, princess? Make a mess on my table?" Your head is bobbing up and down quickly, strangled gasps getting caught in the back of your throat as the seconds pass, "Mm, you're such good girl... gonna make sure you cum all over my dick once I'm done with you."
He drops to his knees in front of you, thighs are thrown over his shoulders, and mouth sloppily kissing the slick entrance of your pussy a few times. He relishes in the sweet little whimpers and whines of his name that sound so sugary when coming from you, he wants to enjoy your flavor, your delicious pussy. He wants to taste you more than he knows, but for now, settles on suckling the bud of your neglected clit.
Every lap of his tongue against your clit leaves your knees weak, a hand clasped over your mouth to try and quiet the noises spilling from you. The last thing you want is for anyone to hear, but Dabi does not seem even the slightest bit concerned about how loud you are. He is engulfed in the taste of you on his tongue, sucking every last drop into his mouth and savoring it.
"D-Dabi, gonna cum- oh, please~! Gonna cum, please, please, please... hah~!" His fingers bite the flesh of your thighs, keeping you in place as your high is met, a splash of your climax hitting his lips and tongue. He hungrily devours what little you can offer, considering he was practically eating you dry. You convulse within his grasp, hips flinch at the smallest of stimulation to your body.
You look so delicate, so worn. Your eyes rolled back and body rebooting to try and recover from the blissful euphoria you just experienced at the hands of his tongue and the still buzzing vibrator inside of you. Dabi peels his gloves off with a grin, grabbing you by the chin and tilting your head at the perfect angle for him to slot his mouth against yours, allowing you to taste yourself in his mouth. You are so eager to abide by him, lapping at his tongue with yours and tracing over his straight teeth, to distracted to feel his fingers fishing out the little vibrator.
The device is turned off and put aside, hands tugging at your dress so it's entirety is bundled around your waist, "You're so fucking hot," His fingers bite your thigh and spread them open to look at the mess you created, "Fuuuck, all that is for me?" You nod quickly and reach between your thighs to spread yourself open, allowing him to peer at your slick covered hole, "Damn it, babe. Give me a fucking break, gonna make me bust before I even stick it in."
His hands guide you to lay back on the table and your hands instinctively hold under your thighs to keep them to your chest, "Wanna feel you, Dabi... please." You're so greedy, so needy for him to give it to you despite having just cum. Your hole is noticeably clenching around nothing, watching his inked fingers pull open his pants, shoving them as well as his boxers down to hang around his thighs.
"Calm down," He growls and brings your lower half to hang off the table, his cock adorned in piercings just as you expected, a pretty Prince Albert at the tip and a line of Jacob's Ladder piercings running down the underside of his cock. They sparkle against the light of the room, taunting you, mocking you for being so excited, "Think you can take my cock, babe?"
Why would he ask such a question? This is all you have been thinking about for a week and maybe more, to chicken out now would be a crime. You wiggle your hips and spread yourself wider for him, "Just put it in!" You whine while bringing your fingers to your swollen cunny, "Otherwise, I'm leaving." Your mindless pleas are all he needs to hear to convince him to edge himself closer. His cock feels heavy and warm on your soft lips, dragging each piercing over your throbbing clit to gather your slimy slick on his shaft.
Dabi brings his right knee onto the table and your left thigh hanging over it, he brings his tip to prod at your entrance, "So wet, you're so fucking sexy..." His hand spanks the inside of your thigh, laughing at the heightened yelp that cracks in your throat. As he gradually sinks his member into your entrance, the position he is standing in provides the perfect angle for his cock to drag along that spongy spot inside of you.
"Nngh~! Dabi... t-too much, please-" He spanks your thigh again, "A-Ah!" And again, the little sounds you make earning you a ruthless smack to your poor thigh. He lets his cock sit inside of you, admiring how pretty you look beneath him. Your face flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat, the faintest trail of saliva on your chin, and your perfect tits still a little swollen but so pretty with the metal bars through them.
He leans in and drags his tongue to gather your saliva, leaving a wet trail from the bottom of your chin up to your lips, sinking further to capture them in a sensual kiss. You moan instantly, fingers reaching up to brace against his shoulder and curl into the black strands of his hair. You're so vulnerable and yet you could care less, jutting your hips up to try and feel something.
Your actions are met with the dragging of his cock from your insides, all of his piercings clawing at your walls until he sits with his tip hanging inside of you. This time, the thrust is quick and pushes straight through you, the hottest moan muffled into his shoulder, "Fuck, there you go, take it..." He does the same thing, grinning as you give a similar reaction, "Damn it, don't squeeze me like that, princess... you're too tense- shit."
Dabi is drunk on the feeling of your velvet walls hugging his member, squeezing it with each thrust in and pull out. You feel perfect, like a sleeve meant for his cock alone, tailored to be his own little toy. No pussy has ever felt quite like yours, and despite having barely fucked you yet, he is addicted to this newfound tension you have caused within him.
The thrusts begin long and fast, dragging his dick out before jamming it as deep as your walls will allow. Every snap of his hips sends your body back on the table, the force causing you to bounce off of him. You're so wet and it makes it so easy to just slip inside of you, you're body takes him so well and accommodates his length effortlessly.
"Dabi, 's so big..." Your head tilts back against the cold table and your fingers dig into his back, "Ahh, can't... can't take it, too much~!" He feeds off of the tears that prick the corners of your eyes, dripping down the length of your cheeks. Your sniffles are adorable, he hates how badly he wants to hear more of them, you've been so good to him and all he wants is to fuck you silly.
"You can take it, look at you," His hips pick up the base, the table rocking under both of your weights, "Fuck, baby... you can take it, yes you can... you're takin' it right now." His words leave you high and in need of more, you want to be his good girl so bad. To make him feel good, to let him fill you up, for him to be proud of you. He makes you feel so good, you just wanna return the favor!
His hands take your thighs and fold you in half, exposing everything to his eyes. Your slick drools around his dick and down your ass, staining the clean metal of the table beneath you, "Haaah~ Please, please go faster! D-Dabi," You squeak when his hips snap against your ass, "Y-Yes! Like that, nngh..." He continues to the same pace that you seemed delighted in, snapping his hips against your stinging ass. His cock fucks your hole sloppily, not even caring about the sound of skin smacking skin, the table scraping against the floor, and your used cunny swallowing his cock.
A hand grabs the back of your neck and pulls you to his lips, smothering you in a messy, wet kiss. His tongue is uncoordinated and teeth clashing together in a fit of bliss, the two of you simply chasing your highs and unbothered by the world around you. Neither of you even hear the snickering on the other end of the closed door, no doubt his coworkers amused by the result of his long-awaited fantasies coming true.
Though, they have to admit you do sound cute.
You bury your face against his neck to try and muffle your sobs, whining about it being too much and it feels so good all at once. The sounds you make are intoxicating and he wishes he could hear them forever, but the squelching wetness of your pussy gradually growing closer and closer to that running high reminds him that you both are like ticking clock.
"You gonna cum?" He whispers in your ear, not letting up on the painful pace of his cock railing in you, "Cum for me, baby, cum on my cock..." He kisses your sore nipples, laughing at the little ow and no that your squeal. He can't wait for them to heal, that way he can pinch and play with your tits a much as he wants.
"Y-Yeah, gonna cum... wanna cum for you so bad, can I cum? Can I cum on you, Dabi?" You're a babbling mess, no coherent words forming, all you are doing is weakly spouting nonsense. Your mind fried, all because of the fact you are being drilled into faster than you can process.
Dabi spanks your thigh, grinning at your cute giggle mixed with a whine, "Of course, sweetheart, don't even have to ask. Gonna fill you up if you're a good girl and cream on my dick, you hear me?" All you can do is nod along to his words, watching where he meets you, watching every inch sink inside and pull back out covered in your milky juices. It is so disgustingly erotic, to be fucking somewhere you shouldn't, to be making such a big mess for a man you still barely know.
But it's so fucking addicting.
Two fingers meet the bud of your clit, fingering the soft little button while you wail and beg him not to. It's too much, it's making you feel funny! Poor girl, can't even take a few meek rubs to your petty little cunny. Your nails claw at his back, but are only met with the barrier of his fitted t-shirt, "G-Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum!"
Your body tenses up, the sudden cold wave of your high washing over you forces every muscle in your body to lock up. Dabi pulls his hands from your thigh and pulls your body against his, keeping you from spasming too much while he continues to fuck your weak hole. He laughs into your shoulder at the warm feeling of you squirting all over his thighs and cock, making a spoiled mess of yourself and him in the process.
"Good fucking girl," He kisses your neck, the squeeze of your tight walls stimulating every nerve in his member, driving him straight over the cliff, "Fucking- gonna cum, ready? Gonna take my cum in that tight little pussy?" You can only tiredly nod your head, whimpering and holding onto him for dear life. The overstimulation of his hips slapping against yours making it difficult for you to enjoy the afterglow of your orgasm.
Dabi's cock pounds into yours a few more times, his breath fanning against your exposed neck, and just as his hips sputter in the wake of his climax, he bites into your shoulder to muffle his loud groans. His cock twitches inside, his seed hot and thick staining your walls white. He falls limp in your arms, dragging his dick in and out painfully slow just to ride it out, smearing his cum all inside of your velvet walls.
Finally, he drags himself out of you, watching his cum mixed with your spill from you and onto the table, He taps his softening tip against your clit, amused by the little jerks and twitches of your hips to get away from his abuse. Dabi pries away from your hold and presses his lips against the corner of your lips, holding your body tight against his for a few minutes to enjoy that stage of comfort that comes with the afterglow of hot sex.
"Fuck, babe..." He pants, fisting his cock a few times before pushing open your thighs to see the slick and cum sticking to your skin, "Let's get you cleaned up, then maybe I'll think about taking you out for dinner."
Your heavy eyes look up at him, a wicked grin pulling at the corners of your lips, "Who said I wanted to do this again?" Your words make him freeze, poor guy looks as if he was caught in headlights. It is amusing, to say the least, looking at his dropped expression and the confusion written in his eyes, "If you pay for dessert, maybe we can do it again...?" Dabi takes your hand and helps you off the table, ashamed he fell from your trick, but nonetheless you have his attention.