You say the words ‘movie marathon’ and he’s sold. He doesn’t even need to know what kind of movies y’all are watching.
It could be a bunch of sappy chick flicks, he’d still be down, because he knows that ‘movie marathon’ roughly translates to ‘rearrange my guts for an evening’
And he will never pass up an opportunity to spend a night buried inside you
So he comes over, bottle of wine in hand, dick already half-hard when you open the door in your short, black nightgown
“Hey, doll,” he grins seductively, running his hand down your spine and over your ass, giving it a quick spank before he pulls you against him.
So imagine if dabi had a long Mohawk that reached his shoulders blades and he usually kept it thrown to one side of his head and instead of burns on his face he had tattoos that covered some of the burns but kept the rest on his body. His hair would always shield the two of you as he absolutely tongue fucked your mouth. So having him fuck you in an alley means no one can see your face but they can see glimpses of your pussy ass he rails you and they can hear your moans and cries as well.
“Shit your so loud now that no one can see your face. Such a little whore for me. I could fuck you in front of the hero commission and you wouldn’t care as long as they couldn’t see how fucked out you look while you take my cock. I wanna see where else I can fuck you at. Pretty cock slut.”
female body parts ! he calls you bitch and doll, overstimulation
◦ dabi came back after a long mission
◦ he missed his doll <3
◦ he made u feel so good u couldn’t help but cry
he was going so hard it felt so good. “d-dabi please fuck” you said, as you were currently laying under him, while he was thrusting deep deep into your pretty little pussy. a bulge was starting to form in your tummy and dabi couldn’t help but smirk. “please what doll? use your words” you couldn’t speak. all you could think of was dabi and how good he was making you feel. you couldn’t even feel the tears that fell down your face, only knowing that you started crying because dabi said “am i making my little bitch feel that good she can’t help but cry?” you tried nodding as you sniffed slightly. “fuck doll” dabi groaned and went even harder, which you didn’t think was possible. he started rubbing your clit and you let out a string of fucks as you could feel your orgasm building. you came with a loud moan, but that didn’t mean dabi was stopping. oh no, it was his mission to make you cry out of pleasure even more <3
: you didn’t expect your night to end a strangers bedroom with not one, but two hot men. But who are you to complain? : alcohol, mention of weed, griding? kissing : 2674 /: did I already post this? yes. did I delete it cuz I hated it? also yes. anyways, @uhhh-i-like-yaoi here u fucking
Truth be told, you didn’t know what to expect when Mirio dragged you along to this party. All you wanted to do was lay in your bed and fall asleep but here you were, dressed in a way too tight outfit dancing along to shitty music.
The six shots you took before stumbling over to the dancefloor finally start to kick in. The soft buzz of alcohol flowing through your veins as you let your body move. Your hips sway along to the music while your hands run up and down your body.
It was probably the number of lustful gazes you got in this outfit but your confidence was skyrocketing. You open your eyes slightly as you gaze over the dancing crowd. Most people are grinding against each other like animals in heat, though one guy is standing stiffly amidst the crowd.
His dark eyes lock with yours. A smirk plasters itself on your lips as you curl your fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. The guy’s cheeks burn into a bright red as he takes quick strides towards you.
Once he’s close enough, you wrap your arms around his neck and press his body against yours. “Hey, handsome,” you say. His body stiffens as he looks down at you.
“Wanna dance with me?” you ask. He quickly nods as awkwardly places his hands on your hips. You move one hand from his neck to his ears, fingers carefully running over one of the pointy tips.
A whiney moan falls from his lips as he instinctively grabs onto your hips tighter. “I’m Tamaki,” he says. His deep voice sends heat to pool between your legs.
“I’m Y/n,” you say before turning around. He moans as you press your ass against his crotch. You can feel the muscles of his chest and abs against your back as you press yourself against him.
One of his hands travels down to press your hips against his while the other moves to caress your neck. His hips start to move against you, swaying in sync with yours.
You two stay like that for a while, grinding against each other to the beat of the songs playing. Your lustful dancing gets interrupted when a raven-haired man moves to dance in front of you.
Scarred skin adorned his face multiple piercings glow under the multi-coloured light. Three on his nouse and two on his bottom lip. His rough appearance makes you desperately want to press yourself against him, though he beats you to it.
He moves to press his hips against yours, his face moving to press itself into the crook of your neck. Burning lips press desperate kisses against your skin. His teeth drag themselves over your neck, earning whiney moans from you.
Tamaki groans with jealousy. You were dancing with him first, why is this guy suddenly getting all your attention? He moves to kiss the other side of your neck.
You feel like your on cloud nine as both men sandwich you between them. Your hips rut against Tamako’s while your hands caress the other men.
“I’m Dabi,” he says. Good, so he has a name. You moan out his name as he sucks on your neck. You’ll probably have some hickeys tomorrow but there’s nothing a good old turtleneck won’t cover.
The three of you get lost in the music, swaying and grinding against each other. The alcohol takes its full effect as your mind become fuzzy and warm. Movements blur together as all you can focus on become the feeling of both Tamaki’s and Dabi’s bodies pressed against yours.
Their hands roam over your body, grabbing and squeezing any flesh they can. You probably shouldn’t be dancing like this with strangers. But you knew their names, they aren’t strangers anymore, right?
You push your doubtful thoughts to the side as you press your ass against Tamaki. He groans into your ears and he lets his head rest in the crook of your neck. You look at Dabi with half-lidded eyes.
Mischief glints in his eyes before he reaches a hand out to cup your face. He pulls you towards him and captures your lips with his. The roughness of his lower lip compared to his pillowy upper one makes you moan into his mouth.
His tongue glides over your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You place another sloppy kiss against his rough lips before letting your parts slightly. Dabi quickly pushes his tongue in, exploring your mouth.
You groan at his taste. Smokey yet fresh, like someone set a field full of mint ablaze. Tamaki pulls away from you slightly to enjoy the sight in front of him.
Dabi’s hungry hands running over your body and your needing whines. It almost feels wrong to watch you two. Tamaki pushes himself over the edge and starts to place wet kisses onto your neck. You moan at the feeling of his teeth scraping against your skin. He leaves hickey after hickey, not caring about who might see them.
Ecstasy runs through your veins. Your nerves are tingling at the touch of the two men. You’re pretty sure you’ve died and gone to heaven, that’s the only explanation for this divine feeling.
“Do-Do you want to get-fuck. Get out of here?” Tamaki says loud enough for both you and Dabi to hear. “M-My place is just around the corner.”.
You pull away from Dabi, letting your head rest against Tamaki’s chest instead. Nodding against him, you looking at Dabi. Lust clouds his azure as he licks his lips sinfully. “God, yes,” he growls. Tamaki locks his hand with yours while the other rests on Dabi’s shoulder. He drags both of you out of the dancing crowd. Sweaty bodies bump into yours though you can’t bring yourself to care.
You don’t even register that you’ve left the party until the old night air hits your skin. Tamaki wraps his arm around your waist as he looks behind him for Dabi.
The raven-haired is fishing a carton of cigarettes out of his pocket. Tamaki sends him a sharp look though he only shrugs at it. He places a cigarette between his lips before taking lazy strides towards the two of you.
“Want one too, hotty?” he asks as he holds the carton out for you. You reach out to grab one but Tamaki slaps your hand away.
“Don’t,” he says lowly. His growly voice sends heat through your body. “I don’t need you two to smell like smoke.”.
Dabi rolls his eyes before stuffing the cigarette that was dangling from his lips back where it belonged. “You’re no fun,” he groans.
Tamaki simply shrugs before starting to walk towards his apartment. While he still has his arm around you, Dabi hand creeps down to rest in right against your ass. He gives it a squeeze earning a squeal from you and a chuckle from him.
You three remain relatively quiet for the rest of the walk. You bask in the fogginess the alcohol has left in your mind. A droopy smile adorns your lips and your steps are slightly wobbly, though you have Dabi and Tamaki to help you walk straight.
It’s only now that you see the flush on Tamaki’s skin and the haze in his eyes. He clearly had his fair share of drinks himself. And even though Dabi seems sober, the sticky sweet smell of weed wafting of him tells you differently.
Tamaki suddenly comes to a halt. He unwraps his arm from you and starts to fish his keys out of his pocket. Dabi takes this opportunity to smoothly press you against the wall. The cold bricks hit your burning skin.
His breath fans over your face. You try to push your lips against his but he just pulls away with a teasing grin. “Come on,” Tamaki says as he holds the door open for the two of you.
You stumble into the building. The hot air circulating through the house is a stark difference from that of the cold night. “Up the stairs,” Tamaki says with slurred words.
The three of you stumble of the steep staircase, praying to God that none of you trip and fall. You giggle to yourself as you think about how badly this situation can go. You, drunk off your ass in some strangers home.
Your worries get silenced when you see some of Tamaki’s roommates walking around the house. The fact that there are others around in case the two men have malicious intents makes your muscles relax.
That’s when you spot a familiar blond mop of hair. “Mirio?” you call out. Your tall friends turn around to face you. A girl with bright purple hair is clinging onto him, kissing up and down his neck. You had no clue when he left the club.
“Hey!” he says with a smile. “What are you doing here?”. His eyes dart over to Tamaki and Dabi stumbling up the
stairs after you. “Oh, I see. Have fun!”.
He sends you a wink before darting into his room with the girl. “Didn’t know you knew 'im,” you slur. Tamaki nods before pointing to a deep purple door, most likely his.
“I know him from school,” he says before striding over to his door and holding it open for you and Dabi. “And he’s my roommate.”.
Dabi darts past you and into the room. He lets himself fall down onto the small couch in Tamaki’s room. “Nice place you got here,” he says. “Real nice.”. His calloused fingertips run over the plush material of the couch.
Tamaki lays his hand on the small of your back before leading you into his room, closing the door behind him. Sweet citrus flows into your nose. His room is spotless. Light blue led lights illuminate the room.
“Want a drink?” he asks both of you before stumbling over to the mini-fridge standing beside his desk. You nod before walking over to the couch and letting yourself fall down next to Dabi.
Dabi wraps his arms around your shoulder and pulls you to lay comfortably against his chest. The rhythmic beating of his heart calms you down even further.
Tamaki pulls three bottles of beer out of the fridge, holding them up in the air for you to see. Dabi nods approvingly prompting Tamaki to open the bottles up for you all.
The soft pops of the caps being removed sound through the room. After the bottles are opened he walks over to the couch. You greedily grab the ice-cold bottle out of his hands before he sits down himself, beside Dabi.
You take a sip of the beer, savouring the bitter tingle it leaves in your throat. Dabi takes a swig of the bottle as well while Tamaki keeps on staring at the bed in front of him.
“Got some music?” Dabi asks. Tamaki nods. He pulls his phone out, quickly connecting with the speakers in his room. He opens up Spotify before handing the phone to Dabi.
“Y-You choose,” he says before finally taking a sip of his beer. Dabi smirks as he browses through the app.
You perch up as familiar tunes start to fill the room. “Arctic Monkeys? Jezus christ, you’re predictable,” you say before taking another chug of your beer.
“Shut the fuck up. It’s good music. Besides,” Dabi says before leaning in to whisper in your ear. “It’s good music to fuck too.”.
Heat rushes up to your face. You already guessed that that was the reason why Tamaki asked you to go to his place. But Dabi confirming your suspicions still makes you get flustered.
Tamaki chokes on his beer as he hears Dabi talks. Dabi chuckles as he gives Tamaki’s back a couple of slaps. “There there, shy-boy,” he says. Tamaki holds his hand up to signal Dabi to stop. He obliges and leans back into the couch again.
It stays quiet for a moment as the three of you sip on your beers. Dabi’s hand slowly creeps up your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh slightly.
“Bunny,” Tamaki says. You gulp at the nickname, fuck, is it hot. “Why don’t you come to sit on my l-lap for a bit?”. His dark eyes bore into yours. You nod before handing Dabi your beer.
His eyes are glued on your eyes as you crawl over him before sitting down on Tamaki’s lap. “You’re so pretty like this,” he says. Your skin is flushed, eyes droopy and smile loopy. One of his hands rests on your hip as the other moves to caress your cheek.
“You’re gonna be a good little bunny for us, right?” he asks as he glances over to Dabi. He is still sipping his beer while his eyes are focused on your hips and the way they subconsciously grind into Tamaki’s.
“If you don’t want this, just-just tell me,” Tamaki says. You shake your head as your hands move to play with Tamaki’s hair. “You gotta say it.”.
“I want this,” you say. A smile creeps up on Tamaki’s lips. He leans in closer. You quickly take the hint and press your lips against his.
The bitter of the beer he just drank still lingers on his lips. His lips move against yours softly and sloppily. His hand cups your cheek while yours tug softly on his hair.
He lets out a groan at a particularly harsh tug. Your hips grind into his on the beat of the music. Tamaki relishes in the heat radiating off your body. Your soft skin pressed against his, your sweet taste on his lips and fingers tugging on his hair.
Tamaki pulls away, earning a whine from you. “Fuck, bunny,” he groans out. Your hips don’t stop their movements even when you can feel him becoming hard under you. You let your head rest against Tamaki’s chest as you look at Dabi.
He is still holding onto a bottle of beer in one hand while the other is palming himself through his jeans. He licks his lip, running over the cold metal of his piercings.
“You two sure know how to put on a show,” he says. His voice borders a growl, making it all the hotter. You make grabby hands towards him.
Dabi obliges by placing his beer on the floor next to the couch and leaning forward until his body is pressed against Tamaki’s. He starts to run his hands over your body. His fingertips linger around your hips and thighs.
“Whatever will we do with you?” he asks while looking at Tamaki. The indigo-haired in question leans towards Dabi to whisper something in his ear.
All you can do is stay seated in Tamaki’s lap and grind your hips against his at an agonizingly slow pace. The small amount of friction goes straight to your stomach and helps to build up the knot forming.
Dabi smirks at Tamaki’s words before he stands up off the couch. “Baby,” he coons. “Why don’t you go sit on the bed and be nice and pretty for us?”. His cooky grin makes your heart skip a beat.
Tamaki nods at you as he lifts his hands off your body. With wobbly steps, you make your way over to the bed. You sit down on it, noting the plushness of the covers.
Dabi and Tamaki take their stand before you. They gaze down at you with lust in their eyes. “Think you can handle the two of us, baby?” Dabi asks. You nod at his words.
“Of course they can,” Tamaki adds. He takes a step closer to you to gently cup your cheek. You melt into his touch. God, you could stay like this forever. “You’ll be a good bunny for us, right?”.
“If not, we might have to punish you,” he adds, earning a chuckle from Dabi. You look up at the two men through your lashes. You can’t help but get turned on beyond belief at the sight of them. You’re in for a long night, that’s for sure.
a/n: i didn’t think i’d end up writing dabi, bc at first i didn’t think i would write him the way i like how other ppl write him. but i’d be lying if i said this isn’t one of my favs… enjoy
cw: drug use, fingering, dirty talk, degradation, public restroom sex, dumbification a little, daddy kink, slapping, squirting
your phone ringing was what started the big interruption of the night with your friends. of course it could only be dabi, you stepped away to answer the phone in a very annoyed tone.
“what do you want? i thought you were out today too.”
your tone is harsher than you’d usually dare, but you can also hear the muffled noise of music and people on his end. it’s starting to feel like the interruption was just for him to inconvenience you, but you get a very pleasant sigh and the sound of your boyfriends voice.
“come get me.”
there was an echo where he was, so you figured he was in the restroom and got increasingly worried. did he get into trouble? did he take something without thinking again?
“uh- okay where are you? are you okay?”
“oh i’m perfect princess, i just prefer when the food comes to me. my legs are suited for sitting right now.”
you ignore his dumb comment and head to where he said he was. stepping into the club and pushing past men in line for the restroom, all of them looking at you quizzically. you find your boyfriend sat in an open stall, head hung back.
“get up, dirtbag.”
you tell him, grabbing his forearm and trying to lift him. at first you thought you struggled to get him up was because he was passed out and all dead weight, but you soon find out it was his resistance. he tugs his arm and pulls you down with it, he lands you on his splayed out lap. after he sits you upright, ignoring your curses and asking what the fuck is wrong with him, he closed the stall with his foot and continues to ignore you.
“i’m just here to get you out of here, i had to leave and-“
“-wanna fuck you.”
he lets out in almost a whine, you’re easily taken aback by this. his face stuffed into your neck to leave open mouthed kisses and marks on you. when he grinds up into you it’s easy to notice he’s already half hard, you don’t know how to react. the sudden bombardment of affection and stimulation are undoubtedly making you feel good.
“mhn, fuck off, dabi. let’s get home first.”
dabi lifts his face to finally meet your eyes, his heavily lidded as usual, but you notice his insanely dilated pupils. his eyes almost completely overtaken by his pupils, you almost already know what’s going on, but you won’t deny how much hotter it makes your counterpart look.
“no can do, babe. molly makes me horny, trying to fuck you right now.”
he lazily let’s out, you smell alcohol on his breath but that was a given. he traps you in his lap, holding hard onto your hips. he sets the motion for you, holding onto your belt loops to push and pull yourself onto him. his breath already heavy with arousal, you let your head hang back when you feel him push up into you while he pulls you down. he was always able to get you, and this was usually the way. he took advantage of you position to leave more marks on your neck and chest, letting one of his hands leave your hips to yank your shirt down.
“fuck- dabi what did I say?”
you wish your voice came out harsh, maybe he would’ve listened. but instead it came out as a whine, and your face was already showing lewd expressions. you weren’t making a good case to your soon to be abandoned agenda. feeling him put his face into your tits and lick and bite wherever he pleases really let you forget about how annoyed you were supposed to be.
“couldn’t stop thinking about your pussy, i just needed you to squeeze my dick the way only you can do princess.”
his words easily got to you, praise doesn’t come often with dabi so this feels like a gift. he was back to licking and biting your tits, his hands pushing your tight skirt up further, and you let him. you felt chills go up your back when he ran his fingers up the wet spot on your underwear.
“your cunt is already all fucking messy, you were telling me to wait when it looks like your cunt is aching. stupid whore, don’t tell me no when your pussy is already so ready to be split by my dick.”
the switch flipped easily in him, you always loved how mean dabi got. his words always went straight to your cunt, which dabi was currently pumping two fingers into. he curled them up in search for that spot that made you moan like a whore, just the action in itself already had you moving your hips. the hand you had holding yourself up at the base of dabi’s neck was yanking at his hair now, the tug of his hair made him let out a low growl. his head pulled back for a moment, you meet his eyes that are looking down at you with a relentless stare. one of his hands comes up and pushes you back by your chest, you’re scared you’re going to fall off of his lap and onto the floor for a moment until your shoulders hit the stall door, as well as the back of your head with a hard thud. your ass balancing in dabi’s lap, cunt on full display for him, showing how easily you’re swallowing up his fingers.
“i’m gonna fuck you like this, and you’re gonna be a good bitch.”
dabi lands a smack to your face, looking for his answer.
“did you forget how to speak? dumb bitch.”
“ah- yes dabi- ah!”
he lands another smack to your face, you could feel your eyes practically rolling back. your little fantasy of fucking your boyfriend in a public place is coming true by the second, struggling to hear dabi as your mind is stuck on his fingers constantly curling inside you.
“say it right, stupid girl.”
“yes- yes daddy, fuck.”
he lets out a hum of satisfaction at the name, during your small daze he pulled his dick out of his pants, the sight of the bead or precum falling straight onto your pussy made you let out a small whine. dabi didn’t hold back now that you were basically stuck in the position of leaning back on the door for support and his lap, he grabbed your hips and rubbed you on the tip of his dick.
“you like how fucking crazy you make me princess? i couldn’t stop thinking about your tight cunt and how you make all your pretty noises when I hit you the way you like.”
holy shit he was driving you crazy, you started moving your hips in hope that he would just put it in. you let out a yelp when he lands a smack on your pussy, rubbing it after and making you let out a long moan at the difference in sensation.
“be a good bitch for me now, i’m gonna make sure i have to help you walk out of here.”
dabi always kept his word, his statement sent shivers down your spine, but you’d be lying if you didn’t clench at the idea though.
he didn’t waste time pulling your hips towards him and fitting all of himself inside in one thrust. you let out a yell, your hands trying to grab and brace against something but only being able to reach the smooth walls of the bathroom stall. his thrusts started at an already fast pace, just almost too fast, you hated how he knew your body so well. even from such an awkward position he was able to figure out how to get you right before it was too much, when he wanted you to make a certain noise he liked he knew what to do. now dabi’s eyes were stuck on your tits bouncing, your shirt resting at your waist with your rode up skirt.
“play with your pretty tits for me, baby. do it just like i do.”
his request had your pussy clenching around him, his voice alone always made you whine. you do as he asks, playing with your tits the way his big hands usually do. it felt even better because of the soreness of your nipples from the night before, from his relentless pinching and biting. dabi loved your tits, he loved playing with them until you were practically writhing under him and asking him to stop because they’ve become tender, covered in hickies and bite marks. he loved seeing you play with them the same way he does, watching you pinch and pull as they bounce from his relentless pace, the healing hickies and the new ones he left you only reminding him that only he could do this to you.
“only i can’t split you open like this, right princess?”
you nod your head, your voice lost to long moans that rise and fall as dabi snaps his hips to meet yours, only able to manage an “uh huh”. you look up at dabi, meeting his eyes again, seeing his blown pupils staring back at you. he looked like he was eating you with his eyes, flicking from your tits back to your face that has a fucked out expression constantly on it. seeing his turned on expression makes you clench around him, only sending dabi wild at the idea his face turned you on so much. he felt like he was quickly reaching his limit, he decided to pick up his pace, making you yell out.
“ah! oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. wait, fuck!”
dabi loves it when you plead for him to slow down, your hand trying to push his stomach back because the pace is too fast. he feels your sporadically clenching around him, he tries not to finish first while you cunt holds him so tightly. a few more hard thrusts and you’re letting out a loud yell, your orgasm tearing through you. you’ve probably had an audience long by now, dabi not caring knowing he’s the one fucking you until you’re screaming in public places.
“hold out a little for me baby, i know your cunt can take it.”
dabi picks his pace up slightly, his thrusts deep but sporadic. your back hitting and sliding up the stall door from his abuse on your pussy, no matter dabi’s words you really felt like you couldn’t take it. you felt like a second orgasm was already on the way, dabi felt it too. dabi started rubbing your clit with his thumb, you screamed at him and tried to push his hand away.
“come on baby, cum all over my dick again. make a mess on me, show everyone how good you got fucked right now.”
that was enough, you came all over dabi. squirting on his legs, on yourself, and hearing it hit the floor. you felt like the humiliation only made you cum harder, dabi’s hand still rubbing you as he came inside you.
as you try to calm your breathing, dabi pulls you back into his lap. he fixes you and himself up as much as he can while being covered in you, he sees his cum slipping out of your pussy, the sight makes his dick twitch again, he takes two fingers and shoves it back into your hole, making you twitch and try and grab his hand. he kissed the top of your head as he stands and let’s you cling onto him as he leaves the stall, sending threatening glares to every person that looks in your direction.
“let’s get you home before i fuck you in the street.”
he says into your ear, you shake your head and mumble out a “no more.”, which dabi doesn’t agree with.
“we’re going to go home and i’m gonna use every toy you have on you, don’t tell me what to do.”
you knew his words were warning of a punishment, but your fucked out state didn’t let you think that far. you hit the side of your boyfriends head, saying a “no. you’re not.” into his shoulder. he landed a smack on your ass as he walked up the stairs to your apartment.
“i’m gonna stick more that one toy into you at the same time now, you’ll look so pretty like that.”
Okay I’m sorry but the Alpha!Dabi thots won’t go away y'all
18+, minors dni // breeding, burning, dumbification, omegaverse, possessiveness
Dabi grins when he watches your eyes roll back and your tongue loll out the side of your mouth. You look so fucking brain-dead right now. You look like such a fucking slut. His slut, of course; not anyone else’s. This is why he fucks you in the bathroom, when you’re taking your makeup off at night — so he can watch you fall apart on his cock. You’re so beautiful like this.
He gazes at your blissed-out reflection. To think, if he hadn’t gone on that stupid mission for Shigaraki all those weeks ago, he never would have caught a whiff of your scent. You had been on the wrong side of town, lost and scared; he never would have run into you otherwise, his sweet little omega. You smell like his mate.
He grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls, yanking your head back. His hand, resting on the curve of your hip, heats up at the way your velvety walls tighten around his thickness. He feels like he’s going to burn you. You’d be prettier with a few of his marks, if he’s honest. He should brand you. He should show the world who you belong to.
“You’re fucking choking me,” he growls, gritting his teeth when you flutter wildly around him. “Gonna make me knot you.”
“Want your knot, alpha,” you moan, cross-eyed and panting. “Please.”
You’re in heat — of course you want his cum in your womb. Nevertheless, your incessant whining does nothing to stay his impulses, and he finds himself losing control.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Oh fuck take it.”
The base of his shaft swells, and he bottoms out inside you. Cum spurts from his slit, hot like the sun’s rays. It makes you choke. He chuckles at how dumb you look before hunching over your figure to empty the contents of his sack in your gummy hole.
This seals the deal for him. If there was ever any question of your ownership before, there isn’t anymore. You belong to him. He’s your alpha. No one else will ever have you this way.
Thinkin’ about Alpha!Dabi this morning, who knows he’s too big for his smol omega whenever he busts a thick load inside her, but he just doesn’t care ❤️ she feels too good, too tight, too warm. And the onset of her heat brings out his rut, so soon enough, he can’t stop thrusting into her, feeling his cock get larger and larger, until he’s hunching over her from behind, teeth gritted and low growls surfacing from his throat. He knots her, whispering filth in her ear with a strained, raspy voice.
Gonna knock you up. Gonna give you my fucking kids. You want that, don’t'cha, doll? Wanna be round with your alpha’s babies. Wanna be known as my little omega slut. Oh fuck, good girl. Milk my cock. Squeeze out every drop, baby.
a/n: finally managed to finished these!! the scenarios are a little longer this time so you’re all in for a good time. thanks so much for your patienece, i hope you enjoy the smut!
warning(s): 18+, dry humping, teasing, somnophilia (consensual), slight degradation, mentions of drug use, manga and anime spoilers (anime: season 5, manga: chapter 294)
Izuku Midoriya (Deku)
This boy will be flustered as fuck when you first start grinding against him
He goes into full-on “Deku.exe stopped working mode”
Yes, even if you have been dating for a while
The idea that someone as beautiful as you gets riled up by the thought of having him close is a concept that he certainly has to get used to at first
He’d be reluctant for sure, blushing and whimpering as he watches you, not knowing what to do with his hands
Scenario: Touch Deprivation
A long sigh left your mouth as you once again checked your phone for what must have been for the 100th time this evening. Midoriya still hasn’t returned from patrol. Since he started working as a professional pro hero it feels like your sex life has suffered more than anything in your relationship. You missed his touch, the way he made love to you in the evening. It was a good way to get him less distressed from the day too. Maybe you’ll get to wrap him around your finger this time.
When you hear the familiar click of the door, you wasted no time rushing to your feet. “Welcome home Izuku~” you swooped in to hug him, feeling him smile against your lips as you pulled him into a warm welcome kiss.
“I’m sorry I’ve kept you waiting, y/n. It’s already late, you could have gone to bed without me.” Midoriya wraps his arms around you, giving into the embrace and warmth coming from you. He almost feels bad for keeping you up so long, another night where you waited for him to come home.
You’re ignoring him bluntly, instead of focusing on getting your hands underneath his shirt. “It’s okay, I don’t mind, besides, you’re home now.”
Midoriya’s face flushes a deep red, trying without success to wrap his mind around what you’re doing. When his mind finally catches up, his cheeks heat up even more. “Y/N, w-what are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” You smirk, your hands sneaking up further to touch his abs, shuffling closer so you’re flush against him. Your hot breath ghosts across his neck and you can’t stop yourself from biting down on the sweet skin there “I’ve missed you a lot you know?”
“I-I missed you too.” He gives into your touch, shivering before moving his own hands to settle on your hips. “Sorry that I took another long shift today.”
“Don’t worry Izuku, I’m not mad at you” You can feel him sigh underneath you. You know he still loves you, he’s just very invested in hero work and you can’t blame him, it’s been his lifelong dream. “But I know how you can make it up to me.” The hand that’s furthest up his shirt, wraps around his nipple and pinches it, earning a gasp from your boyfriend. You start grinding up against him, hips pressing against his crotch desperately.
“Ahh, y/n I-I should shower before we-” He’s cut off by another grind of your hips and another kiss to his neck. Your head is starting to spin more, trying to get more friction which proved difficult while still in your clothes. Your body is moving on its own, driven by all the pleasure that has pent up over the weeks. Your movements seem to affect your boyfriend in the same way, his hips involuntarily jerking against your touch, searching for more. He’s grown sensitive over the weeks, it would be a mistake to say he hasn’t thought about you in the same way. He was just always too shy to go through with it.
“Should we move this to the bedroom?” Deku’s eyes widen, finally getting what you’re hinting at “O-okay” He tightens his grip on your hips, subtly moving his hands under your ass and hoists you up in the air. He’ll make it up to you for sure.
Shouto Todoroki
At first, he’ll be confused when you initiate it
The little humps against any part of his body were definitely something new to him
He’s more used to having you voice your desires first so he knows what to do, but just movements to start with were something he had to adjust to
But normally when he hears you start whimpering and looking up into his eyes with that look he knows all too well what you need, although it takes a bit of coaxing to get him there
He does get turned on after some time, but you need to ease him into all this at first
Scenario: Lust Quirk
Shouto stumbled into the apartment with the last resort he had left. He thought part of his body could resist the heat that was surging through his system but even that amount of heat was too unnatural for him. His body made it hard to carry him any farther than his bed with the amount of heat rushing through his system, making every step he took shakily and his vision blurry. He should have been more careful, just as Aizawa-sensei told him, but now here he was, your colleague dragging his heated and flushed body into your apartment while he huffed and whined.
During your paired mission, Shouto protected you from an incoming attack and was hit with the quirk in the process. Good for your team cause it brought extra points for his heroic sacrifice, but not so good for himself as he was left with the after-effects of what was a lust quirk. Hence his current desperation and clinging to you when he finally ran into you, the pulling on your clothes, the heavy breathing, and a wet spot against the front of the pants of his hero costume.
“Please, I need-” You had helped him get to the apartment safely, thinking the effects wouldn’t be as bad but seeing him this desperate now changed the whole situation.
“Don’t worry Todoroki, I’ll get some help. I’m sure Recovery Girl has some pills that can ease the effects.”
Before you could move one step, his hand was around your wrist, holding you back. “I need… you.” His look was desperate as he eyed.
“Todoroki….”
He suddenly looked away, ashamed of being so straightforward with you. “I’m sorry…” Even when his mind was clouded, he tried to pull away, after all, he doesn’t want to end up hurting you. “I… I’ll try to handle it myself”.
Shouto let go of your arm, but you kept him from retreating. “I’ll help you. That’s what friends are for, right?”
The whimper that came from him together with the nod was the last thing you saw before he tugged on your arm and with the remaining energy he had, pushed you onto your back, looming over you as he kept trying not to breathe too heavily. “You sure you wanna… do this with me?”
You responded by wrapping your arms around his shoulders, allowing him to sink on top of you. Shouto groaned, burying his face into your neck, the hot breath there making your own head start to spin, his hips slowly starting to move back and forth, dragging his clothed cock against your sex. The friction was almost too much, his teeth sunk into the skin on your neck to keep him from screaming.
“Is that what you needed, Shouto?” You asked teasingly, starting to rock your own hips against his movement.
At that moment Shouto couldn’t care that you both still were clothed, the feeling of his cock rubbing against something (or better put someone) was everything he desired. “Y-yes…more”.
His thrusts were as controlled as he could keep them but he’s constantly torn between letting loose and preserving this wonderful feeling. “Anything you need~” you purred against him, your own hands finding his lower back, pushing him down.
He let out another hot puff of air, your bodies keep rutting against each other in sync, creating the most delicious friction you could wish for. It was getting quiet in the apartment, the thing to be heard was moans and groans as well as the rubbing of wet clothing. His eyes were glued on you in awe as you increased the movement of your hips.
Steam starts to erupt from his left side, he could feel himself losing control of his emotions, he feels like he’s going to overpower and pin you down any moment. Being the quiet type it was quite a sight to see him in such a state. Shoto feels like he’s on fire, even his cold side was too weak to do anything in this case. You could feel his cock twitch underneath you which only spurred you on more.
“Y/N if you’re gonna keep that up I’m-” the grip on your hips intensifies and you can feel the fabric of his parts chafe more than before. you take a moment to raise your hips only to be met by a large wet spot and an even bigger bulge pressing against you.
“I can’t take this any longer,“ Todoroki huffed and once again grabbed you by your hips and pressed you against his twitching cock.
You grinned down at him, your teasing motions never stopping. He gasps when your hands start to wander along with your body, lower and lower until you were nestled in between his legs. "Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you from here”.
Shinsou Hitoshi
He’d be into it for sure
Loves the friction, loves the way your clothed sex rubs against his, creating a slow but agonizing pleasure that he can’t wait to feel more of
He loves to see that he can drive you crazy and so do you when he grows more desperate the more you move against him
Let’s be honest, this boy has some sleeping problems, so it wouldn’t surprise me if at some point he asks if he could try something while you were asleep and he was still awake
Now imagine: Somno Scenario
Shinsou and you had been dating for longer now and have tried some pretty pleasant stuff in the bedroom but there was one topic he never touched: somnophilia. You talked about this before with him but he said he would feel bad when you wouldn’t be part of it as well. You told him that you would be okay with it and maybe it would help him fall asleep easier when he had a night plagued with insomnia.
A few nights later Shinsou found himself in exactly that exact predicament. Lying beside you while you were sleeping away peacefully, he couldn’t find rest. Maybe it was also because you told him that you were okay with him potentially doing something. Just thinking about your body in a lewd way was enough to rile him up and right now he can’t help but look at your sleeping form. He started to slowly caress your arms, letting his fingers dance over the exposed skin there before traveling further down to your waist. He could already feel a certain tightness in his PJs as he slipped his hand under your shirt and found soft skin to touch there, trying to hold his moans to a minimum.
It wasn’t quite enough for him so he tried to shift his position and moved closer to you, holding you from behind, his erection pressing against the small of your back. A short gasp escaped him when he slid his leg in between your thighs, feeling your cunt through the light fabric of your pants. Short glances over your shoulder revealed that you were still very much asleep, apart from the small whimper that you let out when he started pushing his knee against your clothed sex. He kept his eyes on you, mouth slightly agape as his hips moved. He managed to suppress a groan when his hard shaft rubbed against your ass, the friction moving his skin up and down was enough to make him shudder in pleasure.
Another small whimper was heard from you, spurring your boyfriend on to press his knee further into your folds. He could feel pleasant wetness coming from them, only adding to the whole sensation.
“Seems like you’re having sweet dreams, kitty.” He murmured against your ear before gently nibbling at it. The friction was driving him insane, he would love to pull down his pants to relieve the pressure but at the same time, he didn’t want to pull away. All he was concentrated on was seeing your expression slowly go from innocent to lewd under his very touch and movements, it was certainly a sight to behold and he was also sure that’d he’d sleep pretty peacefully after this experience.
Tomura Shigaraki
He might get a bit confused at first
He usually doesn’t indulge in intimacy
Since he got preoccupied with taking down Re- Desto and after his victory now is the leader of a new uprising group, you had a hard time catching him for some quality time
when you first initiated something new, Shigaraki doesn’t know what was going on but he gets cheeky about it really fast when you finally managed to pull his eyes away from work and have him focus on you
He loves to tease and degrade you for your behavior and loves to see the desperation in your eyes when he does
His words rile you up easily once you set pleasuring him as your goal
Scenario: Post-war celebration
With the win against Re-Destro, Shigaraki was one step closer to getting what he wanted. Nothing can ever beat the taste of a sweet victory.
Now he’s sitting in his new office in the newly captured mansion, going over some files and mapping out the next movements they were going to make when he suddenly hears a knock on the door. “Seems like you’re the boss here now, eh? How does it feel?”
Shigaraki sighed at your appearance at the door, thank god it was you and not Re-Destro again, he’s seen enough of his face for the day. As you entered, he tried not to give you any kind of special attention, which was hard given the fact that you decided to wear one of your very revealing black dresses. It hugged your body beautifully and you smirked as you approach the table, seeing that Shigaraki already had trouble focusing.
“It was obvious from the start that we would win.” He dismissed, gripping his pen a little too hard.
“Oh is that so? Well, I think you still forgot one important thing” You said while slowly striding closer to where he was sitting.
Only when you were standing next to him, did you finally manage to make him abandon the papers, his red eyes staring you up and down intently. “And what would that be?”
You could only smirk, lifting your hand to lay on his shoulder, slowly caressing his scarred neck, “Our new leader still needs to receive proper treatment. After such a hard and long battle, it’s only right to spoil the winner, wouldn’t you agree?”
Skigaraki is getting restless, you can see him Start to bounce his leg, “Whatever, now are you just going to talk, or are you going to do something?
"Of course, oh fearless leader.” You gracefully slide onto his lap, arms making their way around his neck.
The leader can’t deny that he loves it when you get submissive like this, perfectly following each order he gives you.
“Well? Get on with it, I don’t have all night.” You let out a small whimper, your hips starting to circle on his thigh. The fact that you were only wearing your dress made it so much easier to press the lips of your pussy against him.
“Someone’s an eager slut tonight.” His words only spurred you on and the lack of intimacy these past months were starting to catch up on both of you.
You look down, Shigaraki is still wearing his new suit, and you can start to see the outline of his twitching cock against the material. A grunt from him was all it took for you to speed up your movements, pressing down against him harder and faster.
“That’s right, my slut, show me how much you need me.” Shigaraki spots your hand traveling down his chest and is quick to slap it away which earns him a whine in return “I didn’t say you could touch me yet.” His hand wanders to your waist, squeezing there to encourage you more.
You obliged, continuing to rub yourself on him, enjoying each hump, each small feeling the friction is creating. “Please…”
“Please what, slut?”
“I-I need you” Your answer drew a small gasp from Shigaraki’s lips, right as he starts to feel what a sloppy mess you became just from humping him.
You lean in, slowly kissing down his scared neck “Please, master” That was enough for Shigaraki to pull you off of him, pushing you onto your knees and in between his legs. The new leader chuckles and removes the hand that is sitting on his face, eyeing you in interest as you sink to your knees.
“Make sure to put that chatty mouth of yours to good use. If you do well, you’ll get the reward you want.”
And how could you ever deny such an offer?
Dabi
He’d be such a tease about it
Eyeing you when you come over to him, grinning when you sit on his lap
Gasping when you start rutting against him
He’ll grab your waist and push you forward and backward, grabbing your ass
Whispering sentences like “Oh, someone’s getting bold there, aren’t you, baby?” or “Getting needy, doll? I haven’t even done anything and you’re already so desperate.” inti your ear
He loves it and he could lose himself over and over in the feelings and sensation
Scenario: Stoned
You were laying on his chest after the war was over, Dabi, now with his original white hair, was still inspecting the new burns he received during the fight. It was all worth it however, seeing his father’s face like this and ruining his honor was everything he wanted. As a celebration, he brought along some weed and offered to smoke it together as a way to calm down and it didn’t take long for the hazy and calm state to take over both of your bodies and for innocent touches and kisses to turn into roaming hands and smoke being exchanged through lips.
At some point you ended up straddling him, checks cupped as you deepened the kiss and lost yourself in those husky blue eyes once you pulled away.
"Someone’s getting pretty eager huh?” Dabi teased as he slapped his hands on your hips.
“Speak for yourself ” you laughed back before a low moan is drawn from you as Dabi pressed against you.
He sits up to lap at your neck, caressing your delicate skin there with a graze of his teeth up to your ear. “Mmh never said I wasn’t, you just look too damn hot on top of me and high off your balls.”
The blush on your cheeks was hot and burning, just like the palms of his hands that he started to heat up. Gradually, you start to move your hips, the fabrics of your clothes starting to rub against each other. Dabi was so generous as to lend you his shirt since he was too hot from the previous battle, now with only his chest and your bottom half exposed, it was exactly the opposite of what you wanted to feel.
“Why don’t we get this off?” you suggested and Dabi wasted no time shuffling his sweatpants down.
Soon his hands were back on you, hot as the breath against your ear. “I want you, baby, ~” He purred, hands sliding up your shirt, grabbing anything in his way he could manage. You captured his lips in another heated kiss, effectively shutting him up and letting your bodies do the talking. With only both of your underwear separating you, Dabi’s got you exactly where he wanted.
The next moments felt like a blur, a hot mess of rubbing fabrics and hungry kisses. Dabi kept you close to himself, rutting up into you as if the clothes weren’t there in the first place, he can’t get enough of the teasing and he loves to watch you fall apart and go in for more. There was not much to say in between the two of you, the feeling of the other enough to make you both needy.
At some point, you stopped your kissing to catch some air, but the movements of your hips or his didn’t falter. You’ve gotten so wet that you could feel your slick run down your thighs and you could see that it makes Dabi growl. His rock-hard cock has found a comfortable way of sliding against the plush lips of your pussy that he could spend forever, although there’s only one more place he’d rather be.
“I think we need to move this somewhere else,” Dabi smirked against your lips. “Or maybe we’ll just stay here since our limbs are so heavy.”
“No, I think you definitely need to move somewhere else.” The third-party voice ripped you out of your little horny bubble and you watched in shock as you saw Spinner standing in the door frame, looking tired and just done getting patched back up himself.
You scrambled to throw anything over you that would provide some sort of shielding, embarrassment setting into your mind despite the relaxing feeling of the weed. “How long have you been standing here?”
“Too long…” He sighs as he wanders off to the couch on the other side of the room, starting up a game.
“Guess, we have to continue this somewhere else, baby” Dabi laughed, and surprisingly, he reluctantly sat up.”I don’t want anyone seeing you with what I’m about to do to you.”
You keened and obediently wrapped your legs around him as he stood up and took you up to his room.
“I’d love a Dabi x Reader where he occasionally visits their place for casual hookups but this time around he gets back there a little worse for wear whether it’s a fight or not taking care of himself something so reader takes a shower with him to take care of him and through that intimate act they end up banging. The reader is chill but empathetic and probably be more teasing towards him becoming more tender over time as he becomes more sincere.”
This is my first time writing Dabi, so let’s give it a shot!
Warnings: Violence, blood (Dabi gets in a fight uwu)
WARNING! Sinners only beyond this point. This is a dirty burnt nugget fic.
“Fuck,” Dabi cursed under his breath. A sharp grunt left him as he leaned against the damp brick wall of the dirty alleyway. His chest heaved with exhaustion and the aftereffects of adrenaline leaving his system. Looking down to examine his hand, he turned it slightly and hissed as he took stock of the jagged puncture wound, “Shit… It went all the way through.“ As few fucks as Dabi seemed to give, he certainly didn’t want to die. He could have cauterized it himself if he hadn’t been held up, but that’s not how events unfolded.
Thoughts of infection and permanent maiming flashed across his mind as he wracked his brain in search of a solution. Hospitals were out of the question -for obvious reasons- and to say he had few friends would be an understatement. His healthy hand combed through unruly dyed locks, and he breathed an exasperated sigh.
On his way back from a local pub he’d been ambushed by some low-tier villains; the irony was not lost on him. To his great misfortune, one of them possessed a paralysis quirk, and despite how he struggled he was helpless as the man rendered him immobile and relieved him of his wallet. Briefly, he had regained control of his fingers and tried to wiggle himself in an attempt to pilot his own body. Upon noticing, one of the three stabbed a saw tooth blade through his hand, before directing his buddies to kick the burnt man into submission.
Summary: You’re a hero, he’s a villain, and you’re dating in secret. You two spot each other at a villain event where you’re undercover, and things get steamy.
Was it a top-secret mission no one was supposed to know about? Yes. Were you meant to be taking it seriously? Absolutely. However, sometimes things don’t go as planned and sometimes, you’re hornier than you thought you were, and sometimes, just sometimes, your boyfriend could be more provoking than you could ever imagine.
You stood next to Twice and Himiko as they chatted. Villains were everywhere, mixing and mingling, but the one you were searching for, according to Himiko, had more important business. Hopes and spirits crushed? Sure, but you could work with that. If Dabi arrived, he’d only be a distraction.
“What’s taking him so long?” Himiko complained, referring to Tomura.
You took a sip from your glass of wine. “Maybe he’s applying some lip balm. We all know he needs it.”
The two snickered at your comments. Speaking of the devil, the lights dimmed, and, on the stage, he appeared. Everyone quieted and turned to Tomura when a hand slid up your lower back to your waist. You leaned into the body sidling up beside you.
“Thought you weren’t coming,” you said quietly.
Dabi glanced down at you. “…that was before I heard you were. Lonely without me?”
He looked good. Dabi adorned the appropriate clothes for an event like this—suit, tie, vest, and a coat hanging on his shoulders. You were expecting a hint of red, but it was black and gray down to his shoes. It didn’t matter. He was more dressed up than when you usually saw him, and you couldn’t help but lick your lips.
“What?” he asked, eyes on the stage though he pulled you closer to him.
You wanted to ruin him. The thought of stripping him of his so clean and well-refined look, unbuttoning his perfectly ironed shirt, watching him grow hard through his tailored pants…well, you always knew you were a horny sinner, but this was taking it to a whole new level.
You glanced over to the stage, having heard nothing, and weighed your options. On one hand, you could fuck Dabi, on the other hand, you could drag yourself through the event and write a report afterwards.
You were not an idiot.
“So, you’re only here for me?” you asked, smirking.
Eyes on you. “Well, I thought you’d be bored.”
“Correct.” You turned into him, running a hand up his chest as you tiptoed and placed your lips to his ear. “Won’t you entertain me, darling?”
With that, you slipped out of his grip and made your way through the crowd, not once looking back, sure you had him wrapped around your finger. The event was held in an underground location underneath an abandoned building. There were several hallways branching around with dozens of rooms, and your footsteps echoed as you headed for the best one. You had scouted the area first for a different reason, and to think you’d use that effort for this.
Footsteps followed yours and when you turned the corner, you glanced over to see Dabi strolling nonchalantly after you. The two of you played this small game of chase for a few minutes until you found the room and slipped in. Nothing grand. Several chairs, couches, and tables.
You placed your glass of wine down on the table, sitting on top and waiting. Dabi came in a few seconds later, eyes hungry. He closed the door and you heard it click as he locked it. With one hand, Dabi loosened his tie as he strode over like a predator about to pounce on prey. You both knew if anyone were the predator here though, it would be you.
“I’m wondering if you only see me to fuck,” he grumbled, arms coming up on either side of the table to cage you. His tie was loose, hanging around his neck. “I haven’t seen you in weeks. You could have told me you’d be here.”
You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck, batting your eyelashes as you took his tie. “You know it’s hard to get away from hero duties. I also can’t help it that every time I see you, I want to fuck you. What? Do you want to kiss a little and cuddle before I leave again?”
“Can’t we do both?” He bumped his head against yours affectionately.
“Hm.” You picked up your glass of wine and tipped the rest of it back, aware you two might knock it over. Dabi grunted and pressed his lips to yours, surprising you. His tongue came out, pushing between your lips, and wine slipped from your mouth.
He pulled away, slyly licking his lips. “The wine’s not bad. A little sweet.”
“I know.” You wiped your chin. “I have good taste. We probably have an hour or two. Clothes off, love.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He removed the coat and tossed the vest, hands fumbling to unbuckle his belt as if he couldn’t do it fast enough. You pulled him onto the table, and he scooched up to get comfortable while you straddled him. “Hands.” He held them out and you tied them with his tie before putting them over his head. “They stay there.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“You’re so good for me, darling,” you praised and watched him shudder as you unbuttoned his shirt. Popping one open slowly, down to the next, ravenous. Your mouth was on him again, teeth clashing, and he grinded up against you, groaning. Breaths, small gasps and moans, and the rustle of clothing. Your hands were all over his chest and he was trying his best to keep his above his head.
“Ma’am, please,” Dabi gasped, grinding harder against you to no avail. He was too hard for simple kissing and biting, and when your tongue flicked out against a new mark you made on his skin, Dabi hissed. “Ma’am.”
“What is it, love?” You sat back up, tracing the staples on his skin and making him tremble under your touch. Four love bites should be enough for now.
“I can’t—” he choked back a moan as you pinched his nipple. “I want you, I want you, I want you. Please, ma’am. I need to feel you.”
“But you are?” You grinded against him again, a little annoyed you couldn’t feel much with your dress. With a huff, you lifted it up, glad it was short enough for it not to go everywhere. Dabi whined at the sight of you, aware of how wet your panties were.
“Please.” He squirmed, breathing heavily. “Please. I want to be inside you. I want to feel you around me. Please, ma’am. Please. Pleasepleasepleaseplease.”
You smirked. “Well, since you’re begging so well and you’ve been such a good boy, how can I deny you?”
“Thank you, thank you, ma’am,” he rushed breathlessly, eyes wide and blown open to see you as you slid his pants down and took his cock out. It was oozing with precum, hard and pink, and a simple touch of your hand had him gasping and writhing, head tossing and turning as gibberish spilled out of his mouth.
“Eyes on us, my love,” you whispered as you slid your panties to the side. Dabi zeroed in on your actions, chest heaving up and down, hands in fists on top of his head. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to be inside you or else he was going to burn the whole place down.
You guided his head to your slit, rubbing on it, not yet in. Dabi whimpered and whined. “Please, please, ma’am. Fuck me, please! I just want—ohh, fuck! Fuck! Shit!”
You moaned, sliding down on him, clenching as he filled you up. Dabi gasped and groaned, squirming so much he was rubbing inside you, hot and throbbing.
“Tight. You…can I—can I touch you?” Dabi asked desperately, hands fidgeting with the knot of the tie.
“No.” You rolled your hips and he groaned, arching his back. At this point, both his shirt and pants were crumbled, and his hair was a dishevelled mess. Mission accomplished, but you weren’t done with him yet. “Don’t you want to be a good boy for me, sweetheart?”
“Nghh, hah, yes but…but I want to—”
You lifted yourself up and slammed back down on him. Dabi moaned so loud, you were a little wary if anyone could hear him from the party. Hopefully not.
You kept bouncing on him, chasing your own pleasure, hands on his chest. Dabi met each of your thrust with his own, hips jerking forward. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room. Dabi’s arms were shaking above his head as he kept groaning and whining, “Please, can I touch you? Can I touch you, ma’am? I want to touch you. Please? Please, ma’am. I need to touch you. Want to feel you.”
The tie around his wrists was sparking with flame and you wanted to reprimand him, but fuck, he was thrusting so far in you, you couldn’t even speak. Instead, one hand reached up and wrapped around his throat. Dabi’s eyes all but rolled into the back of his head as you squeezed lightly, making him gasp. Yet still, groans escaped his lips.
“Close,” he wheezed. “I’m—ma’am. Cum. I’m gonna cum.”
Your movements grew more erratic, the two of you making the table groan and creak. He was hitting you in all the right spots, and you were about to cum yourself.
“Ah, take it out,” Dabi choked, aware you two hadn’t brought a condom. You smiled and kept on going. “No, ma’am, ma’am! I’m close!”
“It’s fine,” you managed to ground out, squeezing tighter down on his throat. “Cum inside me, Dabi. I want you to fill me up. Cum for me.”
“Fuck, fuck! Cumming!” The tie around Dabi’s wrists went up in flames and his arms shot out, grabbing your waist and pulling you down against him. Hard. You gasped at the pleasure shooting up your spine, adding more pressure on Dabi’s neck. He kept gasping and spluttering, hips moving as fast as he could. Cum shot inside you, wet and hot, and you moaned, tossing your head back as you orgasmed. Dabi cursed, feeling you tighten around him, losing his mind.
Panting. The two of you thrusted slowly, riding it out, coming down from your high. Both your cum and his was dripping down your thighs, but your head was clearing enough to take in Dabi’s fucked out look. Sweat was dripping down his skin, a button on his shirt had somehow popped off, and his hair stuck to his face. He lay gasping beneath you, but his eyes were on you, roaming along your body.
“Ha.” You glared down at him, hand still around his throat but not squeezing. He loved its comforting presence. “Looks like someone couldn’t follow orders.”
Dabi shivered. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I couldn’t—”
“No excuses.” You glanced over at the clock on the wall. “Plenty of time. Naughty boys who don’t listen get punished, right, love?”
Dabi swallowed a sob, knowing he was equally going to love and hate this.
➥➥Kinks included- *Very dark themes*, Oral (F and M Receiving), fingering, CNC, cucking, voyerism, exhibitionism, bondage, knife play, full nelson, smacking, hair pulling, choking, spitting, dacryphilia, Double penetration, anal & anal play such as rimming, squirting, real aggressive sex. Harsh name calling as well.
Description:That’s definitely not your boyfriend and yet it feel so good.
Can you tell ?? ;0
You should have known something was wrong as soon as you realized there was a figure kneeling over you as you groggily woke up out of where you slept on your stomach in bed. Initially, you render it to be your cheeky boyfriend, croaking his name out as you rub your eyes about to turn around. You didn’t understand then that it couldn’t be your boyfriend, him being prone to waking you up as he barrels through the house every time he comes in.
Too sleepy to connect the dots, it’s not until cold nimble fingers are placed firmly on your shoulder blade, keeping you from turning around that you know- your boyfriend is always warm. Your blood runs cold as you go stiff under the man, the bed is the only thing making noise under his shifting weight.
“W-who are you?” You manage out, still as a fucking board and a cold chuckle erupts from the man’s throat.
“It wouldn’t be much fun if I told you.” He says and at this you’re throwing a sharp elbow to the man’s face, scurrying from under him when you hear him inhale roughly. You’re flying off the bed to get to the door of your room and are just about to yank it open when a large, gloved hand slams it closed. The other gripping the back of your neck and squeezing it so hard that you squeal.
“That was so fuckin’ bratty of you.” He snarls as he flips you around and only then can you get a good look at him. He’s wearing a, sadistically covered in blood, Ghostface mask with a long sleeve black shirt underneath. His voice under the guise of another no doubt being modified. He presses his forearm to hold you in place at your collarbones as you glare at him, “let me the fuck go-
You start but he’s tapping a sharp knife to the mouth of the mask uttering a long, “shhhhhhhh sh sh sh.” Your mouth runs a bit dry, fear courses through your veins at the upper hand this man definitely has now as he laughs again. His chest rising and falling, his lean muscles on full display through the tightness of the shirt as he moves the knife closer to your face.
“Don’t tell me you’re scared of this? That’s not true is it.” He states as he taps the weapon on your cheek and you gulp slightly before the sharp metal tip is lightly scratching into your skin. He pulls it further down, dragging it to the bottom of your chin, making your chest rise and fall with rugged vigor. Fearful, but intrigued all the same, as he pulls the weapon down the front of your neck and stops in between the valley of your breasts.
You can’t see it but he’s smirking under the mask, making the knife catch on the material of your lace bra before it pierces through. Your bra rips open and your breasts spill out, making you gasp as you try to move away from his hold. He only snickers at this, your attempts are beyond futile, as he pushes you down on the bed.
Your hands are bound tightly behind your back no sooner as he positions you at the foot of the bed, tying your ankles together next. You aren’t any stranger to rope play, and you can tell neither is this man. The knots are meticulous and the restraint they create are strong and utterly tight. Even so, you wiggle and squirm trying to loosen them or find one that is faulty and willing to give way when he speaks again, “you’re always so disobedient.”
He’s yanking you up by your hair now, “I hate that.” He sneers into your ear as he straddles your back, the ache in your scalp only multiplying as he strains to hold you in place. The cold knife is felt again on the side of your thigh and your squirming stops as it moves farther and farther up your supple skin, the pointy weapon providing a dizzying juxtaposition to the slight piercing, tickling sensation it is actually producing. You like this too much, you think, what would your boyfriend think if he knew.
You don’t know it but the man will not dare to actually pierce into your beautiful skin. He knows better than to leave those kinds of scars on your body, either way he’ll surely be marking your body soon just in a different manner. He roughly dips the blade under the side of your panties and you can hear the fabric screaming under it, fibers snapping as he slices it to ribbons.
“All the fake fighting in shit only for you to be this goddamn wet already. Did you really think I was your little boyfriend?” He mocks, crying out your boyfriend’s name like you had done earlier and heat rises to your face.
“He-he’ll be here soon!” You lie through your teeth, you don’t know when the fuck your boyfriend will be home, but it just seems like a good thing to say, to maybe make him retreat. Is that what you want?
He’s unfazed though, more excited even, as he props your legs open as much as they can, “well then let’s see how far we get before he comes along because you see dear I think you’re this wet allll for me.” With that his eyes burn holes into your body, admiring you in this convoluted position. Seeing you all bound and helpless before him is such a power trip especially with how snarky you normally are. Your hands cutely behind your back, tied all the way to the elbow while your ankles are equally restrained together. Flat on your stomach and naked to the touch.
You know you shouldn’t like what comes next, but something about it is so delicious. The man brings a large palm down on your asscheek, causing you to yelp out a cry not because you are in pain but because it startles you. “C’mon I know your dirty little boyfriend is at least a bit harsher to you.” This should have frightened you, the fact that he knows the mannerisms of your intimate life, but before you can answer he’s cracking his hand against your fleshy ass again and you’re mewling.
“That’s funny y/n. It almost sounds like you like it.” He teases as he slaps the skin again, harder, making you wince and wither in demented pain and pleasure. “Your boyfriend pampers you too much and I’m not going to do that.” Another smack with jolting force makes you clench your teeth. It’s true too, your boyfriend isn’t as rough as you know you can handle. He always says he never wants to get carried away, too scared to hurt you, but you wonder seriously if he’d ever give you what you want.
“Do I know you?” you shakily ask and the man hums as he rubs the rising, wilted flesh of your ass.
“Are you trying to find a justification for liking this?” His question comes out smug and you’re red in the face just as your ass is. You try to seem serious when you shake your head in disagreement, but you know you must look like a liar as he starts to grope at your ass more harshly. The skin is soft, he feels that even through the gloves he has on and by god does he want to devour you. It was getting harder to wait, for fucks sake he should be allowed to do a bit more than this right?
He should, he decides as he testingly runs his pointer finger up and down your slit and you arch off the bed in surprise, “I’m trying to wait until your boyfriend gets here, but you’re making this so hard.” He growls as he yanks your hips up, so that you’re pathetically in doggy. Knees doing all the work since you are restrained, upper body still resting on the bed, you are now utterly exposed to him. Your whole core at the mercy of his eyes as you glisten and throb under his intense gaze, “can I start or do you want me to wait until your boyfriend gets here, hm? Either way he’ll be watching.”
You gulp at this, your stomach is twisting in suspense and anticipation at his words. You are starting to understand that he isn’t here to hurt you and his mannerisms are starting to become a bit familiar. If this is what you are thinking then you are…overjoyed. Even so, you’re too jumbled up inside to make a decision based on the little that you know and he knows this.
“We can start early, why don’t we?” He decides for you and you whimper, more excited than before, as you squirm which makes him slap your pussy.
“O-ow!” You shockingly babble and he’s rolling his eyes, smacking you again which makes you moan.
“I know you can take more than this, so be a good slut and take it.” He instructs as he shoves two fingers inside you, truthfully making you wince. They’re so long and it’s proving to be a tight squeeze, but not for long. The lack of regard for prepping you has you leaking all over him, making fingering you all the more easy. He’s quiet for a moment, so sooo entranced by how beautiful your cunt is and how hot it looks stretching out on his fingers. How dare his buddy keep you all to himself for such a long time. There is no way he is holding back now.
“Oh my go-
You stop yourself by biting your lip as he nudges his fingertips into your needy gspot and he can’t help how his mouth drops open a bit as you subconsciously arch into his fingers to feel the prodding again. His mental restraints snap as he grips your asscheek to spread it apart to start cramming his fingers as far as humanly possible in you, curling into your most sensitive spot.
“Look at you, such a dirty bitch.” The harsh words mixed with the harsh fingering has you twitching while little moans start to fly out of your mouth. Your squelching is so loud that he almost misses the unlocking of the front door, almost. He stops abruptly and you whine loudly before you can even protest, let alone realize that you’re protesting, he is hopping off of the bed so stealthy. He shoves his hands in his pockets to bring out duct tape which he expertly rips and slaps across your mouth. After, he stretches his lean body out before looking down at you, “show time.”
You’re shocked until he leaves the room, what follows is loud grunts and thumps before he kicks the door open with his foot, tsking “fuckin’ hell you both are a lot of work.” He has your boyfriend in hand, more like has your boyfriend’s hands behind his back as he shoves him to sit in the desk chair. He makes sure it’s directly facing you as he works to restrain him to it which proves hard since your boyfriend is fighting and yelling, “y/n d-did this prick hurt you?”
A laugh bubbles out of the masked man when you sporadically shake your head ‘no’ without even realizing how crazy you are being.
“See she likes it and I haven’t even done much. Why don’t I fill you in?”
With that he returns to the position on the bed over you, making sure to tug your ass back in the air all the while your boyfriend is yelling out protests to get his hands off and away from you. You’re wide eyed, staring into his beautiful eyes when you feel the anonymous man’s fingers prodding at your entrance again. The way your eyes flutter can’t be controlled as he skillfully remembers exactly where the spot is that makes you arch and twitch.
“We’ve gotten a bit acquainted.” The man chuckles as he slaps your ass aggressively which makes your boyfriend’s eyes twitch. He can’t believe his eyes. He has never seen you like this in all the times he’s ravished you, too scared to show you how nasty he has thought about treating you. But now seeing you all tied up, naked, and with your ass in the air while some stranger is two fingers deep in you stirs something in him.
“Look how fast I make your whore girlfriend cum.”
Your eyebrows are furrowed inward as your eyes unfocus on your boyfriend. He knows that face too well, he knows you are cumming on that asshole’s fingers, almost on command which makes the man let out a low impressed whistle. When you are done and panting hard under the rough duct tape he smacks your pussy which is puffy and sensitive, causing you to squirm and hips to fall.
He smacks the side of your face as soon as the tops of your thighs meet the bed sheets and your boyfriend is yelling again, angrily, but the man just ignores him “did I tell you to fucking let your legs fall?” When you don’t answer he smacks you again, adding a bit more force to the point where it stung and it’s enough to pull you out of the shocking orgasm you just had. You’re shaking your head rapidly and he hums in approval, watching as you arch yourself again.
“You see how she’s getting ready for me? This is what happens when you don’t properly discipline a bitch.” He’s talking to your boyfriend now, but you whimper at how harsh he is being to you. What will it take for you to get some praise, you sickly think, as you wag your ass for him which even surprises him.
“Looks like somebody wants to please their Master, huh? I didn’t know you were this nasty y/n. You must be a handful for your boyfriend. That’s okay, I’ll teach him a thing or two.” With that you hear the bed creaking again before teeth are digging deeply into the swell of your asscheek which makes you squeal against the adhesive tape on your mouth.
“D-don’t fucking mark her!” Your boyfriend yells, but the strain in his pants betrays him entirely. He is enjoying this too, watching as the man sucked and bit the same flesh he often ran his hands, lips, tongue over. He is fucking tainting you so perfectly. You on the other hand are so deeply invested in how his teeth dig into you and how hard he sucks the skin into his mouth that you are reeling, drunk even, and waiting for what he is to do next.
Your eyes are squeezing shut when feeling his long tongue curl under you pussy to land on your clit, whole mouth open and drooling on you as he makes a show of quite literally having your whole sex within his mouth. His nose is bumping uncaringly against your ass as he starts to lap you all over. His mouth is so hot, nothing like his cold fingers and demeanor, as he greedily flicks his tongue over your bundle of nerves. You’re moaning so hard now against the moistening duct tape that you can barely make out something constantly getting caught on your clit, so deliciously before he’s pulling away and panting roughly. He is lust bound by the couple of minutes he took to lap you up, gulping down your arousal with and neediness as he relished the taste and abundance.
He sits up quickly, straight on his knees and you can hear his belt unbuckling, “sorry buddy. I can’t seem to hold back.” He rasps as he shoves his jeans and underwear to the mids of his thighs which effectively is enough to snap your boyfriend out of the trance he was put in by watching you get eaten alive.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” He seethes seriously this time as he starts to pull on his restraints, but the man is too busy pumping his heavy cock in his hand. He yanks the gloves off to spread the pre all over his length before he presses it against your folds. You can feel how hot and heavy it is as he pulses against you which makes your legs wobble and give out. He growls now, “Useless whore. I told you to stay up, but since you like being down there so much-” He smashes your face into the bed sheets as he begins to rut his full rod like cock between your entire pussy. This time the duct tape does little to hide your noise when you feel it bump into your clit. It sends you reeling with the realization of just who you are dealing with, all suspicions confirming at the feel of the fat cockhead and the cool meta-
“You fuckin’ dick!” Your boyfriend is up in a flash, bopping the man in the head before yanking the damned mask off with anger.
“I told you not to get your dick anywhere near her pussy Touya! It’s too much when she doesn’t know who you are! It’ll scare her!”
“Listen Keigo, she’s not stupid. She knows it’s fucking me. For fucks suck who else has a cock piercing.” Dabi groans annoyedly at the fact that he got interrupted.
“Move your damn hand you barbarian.” Hawks is yanking his hand off its spot on your head that was still pushing you into the mattress. He cups your pretty face while gently pulling the duct tape off.
“Is that true kid? Did you know it was him?”
You look into his golden eyes and nod slowly, “I kind of started to pick up on it, but I definitely felt the- the piercing.” You’re blushing at this, twitching against the cock that is still pressed firmly against your folds which makes Dabi bite his lip as he moves to grip your hip.
“Are you sure he wasn’t too rough? Your face is all red!” He pouts before throwing an angry glare at Dabi who only rolls his eyes and shrugs.
“Stop treating her like glass. She wants to be broken, sucha whor-
“Untie her arms at least, asshole.”
He is snickering before he starts to untie your arms and legs, while Hawks dotes on you like the loving boyfriend that he is, “are you okay with this? I tried to listen to what you told me last time. And well believe it or not he’s the only idiot that I would ever allow near you”
You’re trying to catch your breath and compose yourself as Dabi’s nimble fingers graze your skin while he frees you, remembering how you told Hawks you would be down for this exact situation as long as it’s with someone he trusted. It was said when you were trying to get him to understand just what you were okay with in bed since he often was afraid to get too crazy. You never thought he’d listen.
“I’m very okay with this. He wasn’t too rough. Just mean.” You pout which has the black haired man rolling his eyes as he pushes you back into the bed, catching you two off guard, and forcing you to arch again.
“Gonna let me stuff you now? For all my hard work. I’ll show you just how mean-
“You are not fucking her-”
“It’s not your choice. It’s her body Keigo.” Dabi snarkily says, “so wouldya say y/n?”
You ponder for a moment before finally speaking, mind clouded with the feel of Dabi’s piercing cover cock, parting your sticky folds. “You told me how you’ve always wanted to w-watch, right?” You ask and Hawks can’t help but blush a bit at recalling how turned on he said he’d be watching you in this situation. His pants grow tighter as he licks his lips and nods. For the first time of the night you turn back to look at Dabi.
He has a cocky grin on his face as he begins to slap his heavy mass on your cunt, “go ahead” you breathily say. He grins now, pulling his shirt off with one hand while positioning himself at your entrance and pushing into you unabashedly like the barbarian he is. His goal is to stuff you to hilt in one swoop, you know to really knock the air out of you, but you are so damn tight that he can’t. Your sex cuffs his girth so snuggly that he can barely sink half way inside without being stopped as it feels you are going to snap him off.
“Agh! Keigo h-he’s so big!” You squeal, clenching even more which makes the man hiss and squeeze one eye shut. His fingers digging crescents into your flesh, “this is why I take it easy on her. You feel how tight that pussy is. It’s dangerous.” The dirty blond says smugly while watching Dabi try to control his emotions as he tries to push further, but your walls are just sooo unforgiving as they suction onto him even more.
“Fuckin whore, can’t move if youre being so desperate.” The cold man is astonished by the fact that he hasn’t come yet.
“C’mon kid. Show Touya how good your pussy is. Show him that pussy that daddy just loves.” He coos as you struggle to accomdot the veiny intrusion, decorated with piercings, but you sniffly nod your head as you push yourself backwards, stretching yourself open around your boyfriend’s friend’s cock.
“W-wait.” Dabi sputters, but it’s too late. You’re so cute and determined and inching further and further onto him with much more vigor than before. As soon your ass comes flush with his abdomen, you both cry out at the feeling of his piercing knocking into your cervix.
“Keigo!!!” You moan loudly as you quiver and Dabi’s firms up as much as he can upon hearing this. Grounding himself as he yanks your face upwards by your chin as he bends over you so that your cheeks are touching, “ ‘the fuck you keep calling his name for?” His eyes are wild as he turns the tables on you, pulling out of you and back in so quickly that when he pounds into your cervix this time, tears wield in your eyes.
“Say my damn name, I’m the one in your fucking insides right now.” He growls as he starts to grind into you, positioned on his knees as he stays buried inside, grinding to repeatedly rub against your walls.
“Oh my— TOUYAA!!” The squeal that he forces just bubbles past your lips and you gasp once you realize that you said his name, face going red as your eyes flick to your boyfriend who looks down at you with an almost sinful grin.
“That’s so naughty of you. Yelling out my best friend’s name right in front of me?” The blond’s eyes don’t match his words though, they swirl with dark excitement as he gets more aroused.
“I-I Is that oh-kayyy?” Your sentence wavers as Dabi flicks your clit a bit, grasp finally leaving your face.
Hawks only hums as he takes in your lewd position, impaled so cutely on his friend’s cock and still looking to him for approval. What a time to be alive, he thought, “darling I arranged for this.”
“He really did and I think it’s time to properly thank him.” Dabi growls as he shoves you back on all fours, fingers skillfully weaving in your hair so that he can pull your face up a bit to be eye level with your boyfriend’s pants.
One look up to see how the avian man was staring down at you with low eyes made your pussy wetter, “c’mon Keigo use her mouth. It’s still available and she’s waiting.” He did not need any convincing, ridding himself down to the boxers before slipping his pretty cock out. You sigh contently when seeing it, throwing an adoring look at him before opening your mouth.
Both men are aroused by your show as Hawks puts himself in your mouth. You quickly make work of moaning around him while sucking and wetting his whole length up. Just when you throw a lewd look at him, Dabi retracts himself all the way to the tip before pushing fully back inside.
The moan gets stifled by how far Hawk’s cock lodges in your throat, the force of Dabi’s thrust propelling you forward on the other man. The sudden action makes your teeth graze more harshly along your boyfriend’s length than you would have done, making him sputter out his own moan.
“Suck him properly or else.” Dabi threatens as he begins to rhythmically fuck into you tight heat, each thrust parting your gummy walls while each retraction rubbed them teasingly slow. Your boyfriend’s hand is snaking down to your throat as he begins his own snapping of the hips.
He’s groaning loudly as he feels where his cock falls in your throat upon each thrust as you gag and slurp around him, eyes teary as you begin to moan too. It’s dizzying and you almost feel like it isn’t real, being able to take both men’s actions, but then Dabi lands a painfully hot slap to your ass and you’re all there again.
“Don’t you start to fuckin going dumb yet, we haven’t even fucked you at the same time.” Your body jerks at this as you try to look at your boyfriend in shock, but he almost ignores your bewildered looks as he lazily smirks and shrugs his shoulders. He’s still plunging into your throat when Dabi chuckles at your weak attempts to talk.
He pulls out of you before collecting all of the slick you’ve produced on his cock and slathering it on your asshole which makes you jump, “you’re lucky I’m prepping you.” With that he begins to circle his pointer finger around your ass and inches inside slowly, but when seeing how fast it plunges in he throws a quick glance at the other man.
“She’s a nasty girl, she doesn’t need the prep. She’s taken stuff up the ass.” He grunts as you start to play with his balls, but when registering what he said you’re shaking your head. You’ve certainly never taken anything as big as Dabi and you want to voice that, but he cuts you off soon thereafter.
Pierced tongue circling around your puckering hole which makes you gasp loudly, Hawks’s member coming out of your mouth with a loud ‘pop’.
“I-I haven’t taken anything really b-
It’s your boyfriend’s turn to grab you by the face roughly, firmly squeezing your cheeks between his hands as he gives you a stern look. “You can take it. I say so.”
Your eyes gloss over at the sight and sound of your man being so dominant and you nod in a trance which makes him smirk, pulling you forward to plant a soft kiss on your lips. He doesn’t stop there though he’s turning his head to the side to slip his tongue in your mouth which you happily allow.
You get lost in his mouth having missed his sweet lips, but are torn from the delicacy when you feel Dabi’s member placed at your asshole. You’re about to pull back, but the blonds hand flies to the back of your head to keep you in place as your eyes fly open. His mouth consumes your whimpers that turn into squeals as Dabi pushes himself inside your quivering asshole.
Even with him having lapped you up back there and slathering the slick from your vagina on you, it still feels utterly helpless as he stretches you to the max. By the time he is fully inside, you have tears streaming down your face because of how weird it feels. It hurts but not as much as you anticipated, how full he is making you feel is what has you squirming and hiccuping.
“I know I know. It just feels so good right? You don’t know what to do with your dumb self.” Dabi mocks as you cry against Hawks’s lips to which he finally releases the hold on your head.
“Let’s get these legs of yours up too.”
With that the black haired man is hoisting you up so that he has your legs up on your shoulders, back flush against his chest as he full Nelsoned you- exposing you fully to your man who growls.
It is the Pro Hero’s turn to mount the bed, positioning himself on his knees right in front of you as he grips his dripping erection. He quickly spits on your pussy before he fixes himself at your entrance, “w-wait I don’t think I ca-
You’re red in the face when the fiery man smashes you against him tighter, daring you to protest “something you wanna say?”
In the short time it takes you to think about defying him, the blond is plummeting through your silky needy walls with his own desperate vigor. He doesn’t stop until he bottoms out and when he does you yelp, feeling his fat cock knock into Dabi’s who sucks in his own rush of air.
“F-fuckin shit kid it’s a real tight fit in here now that you have a cock stuffed in that hot ass too.” Hawks sputters, but you’re too busy trying not to cum to even register his words. It’s not until Dabi starts to move that you’re pulled back into this moment while Hawks starts to thrust in time with his friends.
The cloak of pleasure that washes over you makes your toes curl as you start to finally try and verbalize how you’re feeling. But you can’t even get a sentence out before Dabi’s mocking your weak attempts at speaking.
“You see that Keigo? Seems she’s trying to formulate sentences.” He strains and the blond is laughing.
His fingers immediately find your puffy, sticky clit which he starts to run tight circles around, “it’s okay this will get her babbling. She loves when daddy plays with her pussy right?” He states as he grabs you by the face and you mewl loudly while nodding.
That’s just what you start doing too, babbling about how they’re mean for making you feel this good as the man continues to rub rough circles around your clit. His pace starts picking up when the two start to trade thrust. One pounding fully in while the other is pulling out just to shove inside while the other starts to pull out.
There is quite literally no depth of you not getting fucked and you start to see white, legs shaking by your ears as they course with pleasure and pain from Dabi’s hold. Just as you thought you couldn’t get more fucked, Hawks starts to coax you to turn your head so that you can see Dabi.
You’re about to plummet into the depth of your strongest orgasm ever when the blond starts to whisper about how you should kiss his best friend. Teary eyes laced with obedience, you press your wet puffy lips to the man’s cold ones silencing what would have been his protests which shocks him completely.
His hips stutter while he lets out a low whiny moan against your lips as you kiss him passionately. Absentmindedly moving your lips against his as you start to convulse, getting lost in his skillful flicks and their thrusts. Your orgasm has your holes clenching, but the feel of your lips on his has Dabi pumping your asshole full of his cum.
Losing his composure as he drops your legs, which are quickly caught by Hawks who holds them by the backs of the thighs to continue to fuck into you, while Dabi favors holding your face in his scarred hands now. He doesn’t want you going anywhere as he continues to fuck you through his and your orgasm, hands clamped on your face as you start to try and squeal about being overstimulated.
It doesn’t matter. Dabi is too lost in the feel of your lips and the thought of even being able to kiss his friend’s girlfriend that he doesn’t mind his own cocks cries of overstimulation much less yours. Hawks on the other hand is just nearing his nut, having basked in the bliss of watching you two kiss each other so passionately.
You’ve since gone limp on Dabi as he finally coos praises about how “you are actually such a good girl, taking both of us. Such a pretty doll for us to wreck.” He encourages Hawks to praise you while snaking a cold hand around the man’s shoulders until he can harshly mess with the upper base of his wings.
He lets out a shocked and broken moan, head thrown back as he cums violently. Shaking and all and you can only whine as your body drinks up all that your boyfriend offers as he pantingly twitches while Dabi chuckles out, “good boy.”
The after care is a blur for you, but both men take it seriously. Washing you up and rubbing you down with lotion before putting you in soft clothes and cleaning up the sheets. Hawks has to quite literally convince Dabi to stay, saying you’d be upset if you woke up and he wasn’t there.
You were more than eliated to wake up sandwiched in between both strong chests, their light snores making you curl into them more. It seems that you may have gotten yourself another boyfriend…
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Good grief loves, this shit was hard to write. My first multi characters piece so sorry if it was bad. Also sorry that it was late, I’ve been going through it– what else is new amr.
“That person has definitely been staring at you all night.” Mina whispers as if the person you two had been eyeing all night could hear over the earth shattering music that vibrated throughout the house.
“I know and I can’t seem to pinpoint who the hell they are…” You say as you chew on your bottom lip, eyeing the man across the room from you.
“Wait, you’re totally interested in knowing who he is!” Mina squeals, attracting the attention of a few partygoers near you two which makes you scowl at her. She can’t help but giggle as you wait for those around you to return to their activities, “I mean yea I want to know who it is just because!”
She gives you an all knowing grin and you blush a bit at the idea that you definitely found this masked assailant attractive asf. That was an understatement actually. When your group of male friends said they were going to dress up for the Halloween party, you thought that they meant goofy shit. Not actually taking it to another level to the point where they all looked good and well…. indistinguishable.
You all knew that the group of masked assailants consisted of Izuku, Shoto, Katsuki, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, and Hitoshi, but pinpointing who exactly is who was actually hard. Especially for you as you only had been friends with them for a little over half a year.
Jirou, Mina and you had been trying to figure it out as the night progressed, playing games and dancing with some of your presumed male friends and trying to figure out their identity. Amidst the group was a scarecrow that you now know is Denki by how he is sucking Jirous face off in the corner of the room. Another is dressed with a pumpkin themed mask which you feel like is Sero from the slender, lean build. After that though it becomes quite difficult seeing as the rest of them are more or less built the same.
You have picked up clues throughout the night like how you heard a chuckle resembling Kirishima come from the man wearing the Jason Vorehees mask, but you can’t be sure. Especially when a man wearing Micheal Myers attire whizzed Mina away, who you all know has a known crush on Kirishima. So if the person under that costume wasn’t him then it’d be a very interesting night alright.That, at the moment, didn’t matter as much to you though, you have been focused on one person as soon as they all had stepped inside the house.
The person wearing the damn Ghostface mask.
They had walked in with the rest of the group, dressed head to toe in black. A long sleeve black shirt that was skin tight, hugging every curve of the upper body, making you ogle the back as much as the front. The black cargo pants that rested on their long legs looked great as well and something about them just made you overall shiver.
You had brushed it off at first, too embarrassed that you could even consider one of your friends hot, especially without knowing for certain that it wasn’t one of the two that your close girl friends liked. However, as the night progressed you could feel their eyes all over your body which only drew you to them more. You had thanked Mina silently for making you go with the Bunny outfit rather than what you had planned because you felt that maybe that was the cause.
Not soon after you finish a game which included multiple shots did you feel those same eyes burning holes up and down your body. Although the mask was covering their eyes you just know they were aimed at you. You can feel it. You scan the crowd to find him again because at this point you know that it is going to be the person with the Ghostface mask. Once your eyes meet though, you are caught off guard by them giving you the two finger salute, every muscle rippling under the tight mesh and fluorescent lights.
You swallow thickly as your legs waver a bit under, what you hope was the amount of alcohol you have consumed and not the fact that you feel that you have just been marked as prey. Biting your lip as heat rises to your cheeks you decide to turn around and walk away in search of the bathroom, abandoning the little stare match. You just need a moment to collect yourself, but as you are weaving through the crowd you feel a hand on your arm. You jump, heart racing in your throat as you turn around expecting to see Ghostface.
“Where are you going?” Mina asks with slight concern on her face as she thinks you may be sick.
“Just to the bathroom I have to use it.” You answer and she nods understandingly before looking behind her at the man in the Micheal Myers attire that stole her away earlier and whom she’s been with ever since.
You laugh, practically able to see the gears in her head turning, “You can stay, I won’t be long!” The pink haired woman makes sure that you’re sure about not wanting an accomplice before letting you go.
Truthfully, locating the bathroom is easy and you are overjoyed that it is in very good condition too. Even so you hurry in doing your business before washing your hands and fixing your hair, moving slightly to the music that is still very prominent but a bit more muffled. Because of how attentive you are with listening, you can hear the heavy footsteps approaching before they stop at the door.
You decide it is definitely going to be someone needing to use the bathroom, so you hurry and swing the door open to exit and allow them in, “oh!”, drops from your lips as you’re frozen in place looking up at the man in the Ghostface mask.
“Haha you’re not here to kill me are you?” You joke in an attempt to hide how flustered you are, but become more flustered when they begin to speak, “and if I am, would you stop me?”
You didn’t know what threw your head for a loop more, the fact that he talked or that he is using the damned voice changer from the movie as well. You know that the other guys were opting for not talking, but this was clever. Very clever.
“I-I -
A small chuckle leaves his mouth as he grabs you gently by the chin, cradling it between his large thumb and index finger which makes you swoon immediately as he starts talking again.
“You’re at a loss for words, it’s as if you’ve seen a ghost!” He laughs almost sadistically now while his grip falls from your chin to your throat, claiming the flesh there while walking forward which forces you back into the bathroom.
“Wha-wait what are you doing?” You stammer as he uses his foot to kick the door shut, using his free hand to lock it. You would be playing if you say you aren’t a bit scared, but the throb of your private area tells you that you just might like this type of thing. His grip tightens around your throat, “Don’t be scared. You’ll enjoy yourself.”
You’re at a cross for words because deep down you already know what this is leading to or at least you think, but nothing can prepare you for the outcome of your words as he awaits an answer- in fact not trying to pressure you into anything.
“O-okay.”
You can almost hear the grin in his tone as he places a hand on your waist, it’s huge enough to eat up your hip and damn rough. Rough hands… damn that can still be any number of them.
“You look amazing tonight, pretty girl. A bunny custom suits what you’re about to be doing with me tonight.” He whispers, nearing your ear and lowering his head down to the crook of your neck. Your breath hitches as his hand slides to grip and twirl the little bunny tail on your ass, humming in approval when he feels the soft white fabric between his fingers.
In an attempt to clear your head and stop standing there like a flustered idiot, you try to speak, “What do you mean a bunny costume works well?”
“Because you are going to be bouncing on this cock like I’ve always wanted you too.” He answers in time with a rough smack to your exposed ass and you yelp out in a mixture of shock and pleasure.
He then places both his hands on your lower sides gently but with a firm grasp as he walks backwards to sit on the top of the closed toilet seat, “c’mere” he coos and places you on his lap. You can’t help but obey as you place your arms around his wide shoulders awaiting further orders.
“Obedient, I like that.” He answers while running a hand up your thigh before reaching the cloth of your bottoms. Your heart is hammering against your chest by now, in sick desperation for his fingers to plunge underneath the fabric as your breathing increases. “Can I?”
Asking for consent only makes you want it more seriously and at the drop of the question, you are producing copious amounts of arousal in your bottoms while nodding your head eagerly. A click of the tongue falls from his mouth as a large finger slips past your bottoms and immediately runs up your slit, “you’re sucha little whore, look how wet you are.”
“I can’t help it when you-
Your words are cut off by the yanking of your hair, causing your head to snap back so that you are looking back into that Ghostface mask, “don’t even dare try to make excuses pretty. You want this cock so bad you don’t even care who could be under this mask huh?”
A pout forms on your lips as you try and protest, making his bulge grow larger at the hopes that you have a particular person you want to see under that mask. “That’s not true, I’ve been trying to figure you out all night.”
He hums again as if you have given the right answer before circling his middle finger around your clit, making you moan into him, “Is there someone this dirty little bunny has been wanting to fuck all along?”
You shake your head rapidly while a hard blush rises to your cheeks, “no i- i didn’t say that!” He chuckles at this as if you have just given yourself away before putting more pressure behind the finger rubbing your clit and you suck in a rush of air. You try to keep your moans at bay and will your mind to think clearly, not wanting to embarrass yourself by allowing this man to figure out that you may or may not have your eyes on someone in particular.
“Hold them to the side if you want me to fuck you with these fingers slut.” He refers to your panties and although it was embarrassing to obey, the mental grip that he already has on you through his praises and degradation made it easy for you to do just as he says. Swallowing, you pull your panties to the side to expose your leaking, puffy sex from all the teasing and he groans which makes your hole clench.
He finally loses the grip on your hair as he moves his hand to cup your thigh, pulling your legs apart while using the fingers he already drenched in your slick to prod at your hole. It’s not surprising that his middle finger slips in with much ease, still providing a stretch that you did not know you want which rips a whimper from your lips. “Such a lewd bunny rabbit.” He whispers while slipping his ring finger inside too, now stuffing you with two digits. He begins a slow rhythmic thrust of the two fingers as he spreads them out to further stretch you open, making you whine loudly.
Your body temperature increases along with your breathing as you start to want more, growing desperate for whatever he can give, causing you to let go of your bottoms and unfasten the top buttons of your costume to expose your breasts. He lets out a low growl and drops your leg, pulling the mask back a bit to expose the lower half of his face before he cups a breast. A defined jawline and full pink lips are quick to capture your perky bud as he starts to ram his fingers into you with vigor. Moans are tumbling out of your mouth more often now and you decide to reach for the button on his jeans, undoing it and slipping your hand inside to cup at his cock.
“F-fucking slut, you’re eager huh?” He groans, words a bit slurred, as your nimble fingers pull him out of the fabric and expose him to your eyes. You partially drool over his cock, as the angry pink head oozes pre cum, veins running up along it as it throbs full with life.
“You’re so big.” You admit, moving to use two hands to fully hold the hot and heavy monstrous length before jerking it slightly. His chest is rising and falling faster and you can tell he is feeling it by how hard his canines are sunken into his bottom lip, holding in groans. You quiver when those two fingers inside you curl against your g-spot and that is all the indicator he needs before he’s doing it again, but with no restraint.
Loud squelching noises are heard along with the force behind the palm of his hand meeting your sex as he rams his fingers as deep into your spongy spot as possible, “ah ah oh- fuck please yes yes!” You start to ramble as you release all over his fingers and hand unexpectedly, legs closing around the limb as he slows before halting.
“That didn’t take long at all did it?” He amorously says, popping his fingers into his mouth and you’re agreeing with him with a slight blush on your face, looking at him with glassy eyes of admiration.
“Why don’t you get on your knees right here.” He taps his heavy boot against the spot on the floor in front of him. You’re too fixated on the part of his face that is exposed to register his demand, he just looks so familiar-
“I fuckin’ said get on your knees slut don’t tell me you’ve gone dumb already?” He booms and you jolt in his lap before thinking ‘oh shit oh shit this is happening.’ With that you scramble to the spot in front of him and he snickers before rolling his shirt up a bit to expose his lower abdomen, taking his massive cock in his rough hand and tugging at it a couple of times before motioning you over with one finger. Moving closer to him and placing your hand on the tops of his thighs, they flex under your touch as he brings the member against your lips.
“Maybe if you do good I’ll allow you one guess at who I am.” You bite your lip as you look up at him, giddly shaking your head and he moans, grabbing your face with one hand and caressing it.
“So fucking pretty yet so fucking nasty.” He mumbles pleased as fuck by the nights events as he squishes your checks to make your mouth open up.
“Tongue out now” and you loll your tongue out with no hesitation. You figure by now if this indeed is who you want it to be then you want to eat this situation up as much as you can.
A slurred laugh of approval leaves his throat as he slips the tip in your mouth to which you latch onto quickly, sucking and swirling your tongue to pleasure him and lap up the salty precum. Once you start taking him further in your mouth, you look up to examine him. He still has the mask pulled just a bit above his mouth, but even so you can see a slight blush making its way up his neck to his cheeks as he bites his lip.
A bit more eyeing helps you understand that the voice changer must be under his shirt and attached to a mic or something because it still has his voice modified even with the mask above his mouth. About this point an ache in your jaw makes you pull off of his cock as saliva drips onto it while you gasp for air, not realizing how far you were taking him. You are quick to put him back in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down as you play with his balls.
“Fuckkk, you look great on your knees. Keep doing it just like that, ya.” He talks more to himself than you as he starts to lose himself in the feeling of pushing past your full lips and down your tight, struggling throat. His rationality of staying composed is slipping away and when you decide to snake your hot, wet tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock, he loses it. Standing up abruptly, you almost fall flat on your ass, but instead catch yourself so that you’re resting partially on your shins and ass, legs tucked under you.
You look up to question him but his rough hand runs along the back of your neck, weaving through your hair as his other hand guides his fat cock completely down your throat. You gag, but that doesn’t stop him in fact it turns him on even more as he begins to thrust into your mouth. Every so often he pulls out allowing you to breathe, before submerging back inside while using the sinks counter to grip on to. He’s a groaning mess now saying shit like, “suck that cock”, “I love that you’re being such a slut and taking it.” While completely making a mess of your face, saliva trickles down your chin as your gagging and slurping noises bounce off of the walls.
Just when you think he’s about to cum, he pulls out of your mouth with his chest rising and falling rapidly- stomach tight with the thought of release.
“W-whyd you stop? Wanted your cum.” You pout and he groans not understanding how a single person could be so damn cute and nasty. He’s going to enjoy blowing his full, fat load into you.
He’s yanking you up by the arms in an instant and pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips, teeth and tongue clash as he aggressively dominates your mouth. You’re taken aback by this because you weren’t really expecting there to be so much carnal passion behind it, it makes you moan like a whore almost forgetting how weak your legs are from just being on them for so long.
But he doesn’t miss the slight wobble and sway to your legs because he’s picking you up quickly, making you wrap your legs around his firm waist as he never breaks the kiss. There’s something addictive about him, his lips. They’re almost sweet or maybe you were delirious really all you know is that you can very well spend the rest of the time like this against his strong chest, sucking on his bottom lip as he groans and cups your ass.
Alas, you have to breathe and when you pull away he whines but clearly needs the oxygen as much as you do, “are you going to take the mask off now ?” You ponder breathlessly, breath fanning against his partially exposed face, as he places you so that you’re straddling him when he sits on the top of the toilet seat again.
He starts to move your exposed pussy along the shaft of his cock, making you moan when the cock head bumps against your clit, “one guess. If you’re right I’ll take it off. If not, you’ll never know who’s about to give you the best cock of your life.”
You groan in pleasure and annoyance at this because it is clearly not fair especially when he is making you grind against his full cock so deliciously. How can you think?
“Come on baby, concentrate hard. Whose fat cock could be making you feel this good before you even fuckin’ bounce on it hm?”
“I-I-
You can’t think straight. You know who you want it to be, but if you say that person’s name will it hurt who it can actually be? Will it change something? Fuck it, you think mind foggy and succumbing to the pleasure that was bubbling inside your core. Your mind moves farther and farther from rationality at every roll of his hips, a thick shaft slipping through your folds until it presses firmly against your clit each time making your eyes flutter.
“P-please Kat-Katsuki.”
There’s a silence after this as he yanks the mask off, a shit eating grin on his face as his ash blond hair, partially wet with sweat,sticks to him as beads begin to form and trickle down his slightly reddened cheeks.
“How’d ya fuckin’ know?” He asks but you’re gone already. Ascending on a whole other plane of excitement and sheer lust as you cup his defined jawline, pupils blowing the fuck out as you nearly cum on yourself right then and there- only able to utter one phrase after:
“Just who I wanted…”
At the realization that you had been stating who you wanted and not who you thought it was along with the display of your cute pupils all blown out in lust, sends him into a feral state as he flings his shirt off.
“Ya? You wanted it to be me teddy bear? Couldn’t have it any other way, right? Wouldn’t satisfy that slutty cunny of yours, isn’t that right? Want me to stuff you all the fuckin’ way?” He rambles, drunk on desire and swirling with an indecipherable pride at the fact that you liked AND lusted over him all along.
“Please, yes let me sit on your fat cock already Katsuki please please.” Your eyes are glossy now even more desperate to carry out with becoming his fucktoy as you feel in a dreamlike state.
“When you beg so nicely like that how could I say no?” He rasps as he lines himself up with your soaking entrance, “go ahe-
Before he can finish his demand, you slam down engulfing his length within your contracting walls, pussy struggling as it hugs the shape of him- no space unfilled as it rams into your cervix and makes you cry out and shake. You’re going to be so fucking sore tomrrow if the stretch of your pussy indicates anything. You have no choice but to sink your nails into the skin on his chest and bury your face in his neck as you try to not cum all at once for the second time that night. He’s no better, choking on a moan as he practically burns his fingerprints into your sides while grinding his teeth in attempts to not get lost in the feeling of your wet sex.
“You can’t just d-do that dumbass!” He brokenly states and you can’t help but clench due to how sexy it is to finally hear his real voice. To see him. To touch him. You move in for a kiss and he groans, caught off guard but completely spoiling you with his lips as he grabs your chin to dominate the kiss. Your head is all over the place as he starts to help guide you up and down his length, the friction feeling so good as he rubs every spot inside you.
“I l-love having you inside me, Katsuki!” You cry out into the kiss as you hug him closer, arms wrapping around the back of his neck and head which pushes his face into your chest, as you add extra bounce in your movements to heighten the recoil of the flesh of your ass slapping against his lap. He’s sucking hickeys into your skin as you throw your head back and moan before he starts to grip your ass firmly, spreading your cheeks apart which effectively pulls your soaking pussy lips open more. He then starts to use the balls off his feet to push up into your cunt.
Your legs start to quiver as he slams into your spongy spot with force, flesh sounding like it could be getting hurt. “Oh fuck right there! Don’t- don’t stop!” You squeal as he increases the speed of his thrusting, wrapping his arms around your back and not allowing you any room to run away- not that you want to.
“You like when I fuck up into that slutty hole? God you’re so fuckin’ wet!” He strains to say as his stomach starts to get tight again, his thrusts turn more erratic, wanting to ensure that he’s abusing your g-spot as he chases his high.
“So rough d-daddy!” You whine as your legs start to shake as you manage to bounce against his thrust, coming down aggressively as he pistons upwards.
The hickey that he was sucking into your shoulder turns into a bite as he feels the impact of your matched actions, your walls shrinking around him, “can feel you getting tighter. Gonna come on this fat cock for me huh, baby? Do it do it like the good slut bunny I know you are!”
You let go at this, clamping down on his cock so harshly that he can barely keep thrusting, “fuck! Fuck! Gonna fill that pussy up so deep!” He starts to ramble as your eyes roll in the back of your head, his thrusting furthering your orgasm. Each thrust after makes you see stars and squeal out in ecstasy as he pounds your pussy into oblivion, your slick creaming at the base of his girth.
“Please cum please I just- I just need it!” You manage to brokenly moan and he’s sputtering, “fuck look at you creamin’. I’m going to stuff you!” as warm liquid fills your womb deliciously.
There’s so much of it that it has no choice but to start seeping out of you and onto his lap and down your legs as he continues to spurt string after string. He’s experiencing aftershocks as he throws his head back and lets out a high pitched moan while your pussy welcomes his cum, greedily pulsating around him to further milk everything out of his cock.
“Fuck, y/n…” he drags out in a slow groan as he works to catch his breath. Your legs are still quivering and you are an overall shaky mess as you bite your lip, face far beyond blushing.
“Thank you Katsuki.” Is all you can muster up, looking at him like he has seriously blessed you.He bites his lip at this, “don’t talk like that or I’ll fuck you all over again.”
Best believe, he cleans you two up before throwing you over his shoulder, making a show of carrying you out of the party and to his car where he will definitely work to fuck you again.
➥➥ Included Kinks: Oral (F and M Receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, Slight darker themes such a power dynamics, restraints, slight blackmail ig if you squint, orgasm denial, face fucking, gagging, hair pulling, smacking, some exhibitionism, anal play, squirting.
➥➥Kinks included- *Very dark themes*, Oral (F and M Receiving), fingering, CNC, cucking, voyerism, exhibitionism, bondage, knife play, full nelson, smacking, hair pulling, choking, spitting, dacryphilia, Double penetration, anal & anal play such as rimming, squirting, real aggressive sex.
The schedule will change, i’ll be adding stuff as I go along.
I have asks that I plan to work into this schedule if I can make them work out for the theme at hand.
Will try to incorporate diff fandoms too
Plan to use this as a time to also write stuff that I haven’t which you will start seeing as i will really be pushing myself with the big pieces on sundays. Posts that aren’t on sundays will be shorter, but more hyper detailed around 1 kink or so.
I have been gone forever bc i want(ed) to die :) half joke half not life has been kicking me rn uggg.
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