#Dabi x dom!reader

[star-spirit-mayhem]

Teasing Dabi ~

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

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

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

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

[kissatoru]

ughh i wanna put a bratty sub in his place so bad!! :((

i wanna make him think he’s got the upper hand until the last minute, to watch the look on his face when he realises that he’s been playing right into your hand the entire time; that every moment leading up to this was just a carefully calculated step in your plan. i want to see how he struggles to fight back once he does, how hard he tries to prove himself, not realising that if he was really the one in control, he wouldn’t need to prove it, would he? he’d just do it. yet here he is, scrambling for his place back in the driver’s seat that he was never truly in.

your giggles would interrupt him amidst his little speech, cutting off the empty bluffs and dirty promises that he could never even dream of keeping anyway; the way you’d chuckle behind a coy hand like you’ve got some little inside joke with yourself? it would make that fragile ego of his fucking quiver; make him feel confused and embarrassed and he would try to twist the situation back in his favour, of course he would, to try pretend he’s in on the inside joke... but the truth is he feels helpless. for the first time ever, it feels like he’s the one in the dark; he’s the clueless and defenseless one, the one who’s been caught in a trap he never saw coming.

but then again, how could he when you play the part of prey so well? when your innocent performance is so convincing — with your big glossy eyes and shyly averted gazes, your voice so sweet and unsuspecting, stumbling over filthy words like you’ve never even thought them before? what reason would someone like him have to fear a precious thing like you? he’s all chiselled muscle and tenacity, with the eyes of a wolf; you’re small compared to him, cute and soft and easy to overpower — and yet he still ends up beneath you because your presence alone harbours more power than he does in all those muscles he’s so proud of, and his resolve is weak as long as you know where he’s most sensitive and what words make him blush, and with enough patience and punishments, those wolf’s eyes will melt into a puppy’s every time.

and getting a man like him to submit — or better yet break — is no easy feat. he thought himself a dom before he met you and god, if there isn’t anything more rewarding, more wonderful than that; teaching him to bend to your will and seeing his inevitable downfall each and every time. no matter how many times or how far he goes to defy and provoke you, you both know that he will always return to his rightful place: beneath you and completely at your mercy.

EREN JAEGER, TOJI FUSHIGURO, TOUYA TODOROKI, MUZAN KIBUTSUJI, SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

#hellooooo waving at you from down here in the tags #this a veryy old drabble i wrote that later inspired my weak for you fic #(so if it sounds/feels familiar then that's why lol) #but it got lost in my drafts and i totally forgot about it until now #so have these crumbs while i work on my hornyween fics and other wips lol #x reader #x dom reader #sub character #sub eren #sub aot #sub toji fushiguro #sub toji #sub jjk #sub dabi #sub mha #sub bnha #sub kny #x fem reader #x male reader #x gn reader #( ★ ) my stuff.

[mamayan]

Mhmm but since I’m on the road for a minute just gonna throw a bone for thoughts of…

cw: amab!/afab! reader • NSFW • dom/top! F/O! • sex toy usage • fluff—

TOYS—

You who is acting incredibly nervous as you ask them if it’s okay to use your little vibrator or cock ring while pleasuring them with your mouth.

You who is prepared for backlash because past relationships/the internet/society has taught you that something is wrong with you if you can’t cum from penetrative sex alone.

You who is shocked by their warm or even eager positive response of: “Oh of course you can play with yourself baby, get yourself nice and wet/hard for me.”

You who comes to regret showing your favorite toy/s because now it becomes their favorite/s too.

You who ends up tied on your back, cute gag in your mouth while you writhe in overstimulated pleasure and agony as they use that exact toy to torture you all while cooing sweetly. “You’re doing so good baby, looking so pretty for me. Does it feel good? It looks like it does.”

You who is screaming their name on repeat, like a broken record, while they slam their cock/strap into you while using that exact toy to play with you. Chuckling while you try to plead for mercy or get away from it all but being unable to. ��Poor thing, I thought you wanted to play with your toy? S’too much? No baby, I think it’s not enough yet—,”

You who ends up with more toys for them to torture and play with you than you bargained for. They’re pulling new gadgets out all the time, shocking you silly and all too happy to test each one individually and in combination on you.

You who finds comfort in expressing yourself more freely and communicating your needs and wants just as they planned because they know rejection or aversion to you expressing these things to them will only cause you to further deny the most basic necessities for a healthy relationship ★彡

Cute dividers drawn by @benkeibear

#Shinobu Kocho #Dabi #Choso #Suguru Geto #Kyojuro Rengoku #Aizawa Shota #Mirio Togata #taishiro toyomitsu #Fatgum #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #mdni #kny smut #mha smut #HxH smut #demon slayer smut #bnha #every service top/dom lol #x reader #soft dabi

[l1tw1ck]

Discipline

bottom!ftm dabi x top!masc reader

☆ Word Count: 993 ☆

↳ [REQUEST] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Jealousy, Face Fucking, Cum Swallowing, Pussy Spanking, Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Creampie

He’s doing it again. Getting all close to Shigaraki and acting like he isn't dating you. You're too far away to hear their conversation but with the way Dabi’s rubbing up against Shigaraki, you know they're not discussing anything innocent.

You stomp over to him and look down at the two villains. They both cower in your presence. Shigaraki realizes this is his que to leave and quickly walks out of the room.

“What is your problem? Do you realize that you're in a relationship?” You look at him with an expression he's never seen before. A mix of jealousy and anger. God, he’s so horny right now. “That was my last straw. Kneel.”

He’s equally terrified and interested to find out what you're going to do to him.

“Did you hear me, slut? Get on your fucking knees.”

Dabi falls to his knees. He’s never submitted to you before, it feels unnatural yet extremely arousing. You’re already taller than him but now that he’s kneeling, you're quite literally towering over him. He watches you unbuckle your belt and free your semi-hard cock.

“Open.” You order. He opens his mouth and lets you slide your cock inside. You grip his hair and start fucking his mouth. Dabi holds onto your legs for leverage, tears quickly falling down his cheeks as you treat him the way he’s been acting. Like a slut. He hasn’t cried in years and yet this almost has him sobbing. He can barely breath or focus on his thoughts, it hurts and his throat will definitely be sore after this. “You’re so much better like this..” You mutter. He’s finally quiet now, not acting like a spoiled brat. The only sounds he’s making are gagging noises and you much prefer that. Saliva drips down onto the floor in thick globs, he’s trying hard not to choke. You ram your cock down his throat vigorously, venting your anger out on him. He deserves it for acting the way he does.

“‘M gonna come, and you're gonna fucking swallow it, got it?” Your movements grow sloppy. You hear a muffled noise, assuming it's one of agreement. You shove yourself all the way inside of him and fill his mouth with your spend. Dabi tries his best to swallow all of it. You pull him off of you. Dabi coughs and breathes irregularly, trying to catch his breath. He looks up at you hazily, waiting for your next command.

“Get up.” You order. Dabi quickly gets up, almost falling over as he does so. You grab his arm and drag him to your bedroom. You throw him onto the bed and climb on after him. You quickly remove both of your clothes and spread his legs apart. Dabi expects you to fuck him but you have other plans. You rub his wet cunt almost lovingly before landing a harsh smack, startling Dabi. He lets out a moan, his pussy squeezing around nothing. You spank him repeatedly, abusing his poor, now swollen, pussy and feeling no remorse. His head is rolled back and he can't help but wish for more. Just a few more and he’ll come. But unfortunately for him, you stop.

You turn him around and raise his ass, sinking your thick length into his warmth. It hurts a little more than usual since he’s sore from the spanking but he loves the feeling even more because of that. You don't even give him a second to adjust before fucking him. His moans and wet slapping noises quickly fill the room.

“Sl- slow down~!” He rolls his eyes back. “Too much! ‘S too much~!”

You spank him. “Shut up, brat.” You ignore his whining. “You clearly didn’t care how I felt when you were flirting with Shigaraki so I don't care how you feel now.” You speed up. Dabi grips the sheets, letting out uncontrollable sounds. His throat is sore from before but he can't stop himself from moaning. You’re fucking him so roughly that his brain might just turn to mush. You convert all your anger into energy and use it to fuck the brat out of him. He doesn't even think to complain anymore, he just takes it. He deserves it. This is what he gets for trying to get a rise out of you.

“Shigaraki’s not your boyfriend, I am. Don't ever forget that.” You grip his hair and pull his head up, bringing him close to your face. “Got it? You’re mine.”

Dabi comes at that very moment, aroused by your possessiveness. “Yours~”

You let go of him and grip his waist, fucking him through his orgasm and overwhelming his senses. He sheds a tear for the first time in god knows how long and then he starts to cry. “..Dabi?” You slow down before stopping.

“Nn- no- keep-” He sniffles. “Keep going-”

You turn him onto his back and slide back into him. With his clearance, you fuck him at a slower pace than before and chase your orgasm. “Never thought I’d see you cry.” You cup his cheek. He leans into your touch. “I never even thought you could.”

“‘s…too.. too much..” He whimpers, bringing his hand down to his clit. He rubs it in circles, stimulating himself even more despite how sensitive he is. “so good..”

You smirk, allowing him to continue. “You’re lucky I’m in a better mood now.” You speed up. Dabi grins, his mind fuzzy as you fuck him. The both of you reach your peaks at almost the same time, Dabi’s orgasm comes first and yours follows right after. He moves his hand away and relaxes his body as your movements come to a halt. He looks at you with a goofy smile.

“I want to hear an apology.” You pull out of him and pick him up bridal style.

“‘M sorry~” He replies dreamily. “Won't do it again..”

“Good.” You bring him to the bathroom to get him cleaned up.

#wicks🕯works #wicks🕯requests #top male reader #dom male reader #male reader smut #male reader #my hero academia x reader #my hero smut #my hero x male reader #my hero academia x male reader #sub dabi #dabi x male reader #dabi x reader #🕯️dabi #🕯️bnha #afab character #ftm character

[chaepink]

ok hear me outttt-

goth or emo!dabi x old rich!fem!reader highschool or collage au

were dabi has been simping over rich girl reader over here since the first day of class and has been trying to date out ever since, like he would try stuff like flirt with you in the hallways, puts his number on you phone (hes been stalking you🤭) gives you the most chocolate on valentines day all that stuff

and reader is aware of this and finally dates him with an extra reward~

kinks to add here : BDSM, yandere themes, dumbification, sugarmommy and sugar baby, dumbification

also old rich is an aesthetic search it on pinterest or tiktok

Yes I AM hearing you out 🤭

Dabi always trying to please the reader like buying them food when they forget to bring some to school, always running towards their last class (obviously he knows your schedule) so he could walk home with them, and weirdly knowing where their house was without the reader telling them it when he came over for the first time

He's a adorable puppy really. A stalker yes, but a puppy who could do nothing wrong

And since he stalks the reader, he knows that the reader is secretly into bdsm and rather likes being the one in control...

So the first time you two had sex, of course he immediately fell into the submissive role (as if he wasn't eventually going to anyways) and began whining, begging, and whimpering for your touch

All while you took the bait and gave him exactly what he wanted

In the end, you messed him up so much that he was covered in his own sweat, tears, and cum as red handprints covered his ass and inner thighs

#ngl i may start writing for dabi? #chaepink.thirsts #chaepink.answers #dom!reader #sub!character #dom reader #sub!mha #sub!dabi #dabi x female reader #dabi x reader #mha x reader

[azareel-writes]

spoiled (and deserving)

♡ omega dabi/gn!alpha reader (established relationship) ♡ sfw! domestic life + pre-heat nesting

everything clicks together when dabi sinks into a cloud of your pillows and clothes. barely ten seconds pass before he realizes what's going on. he's nesting. he's in pre-heat.

it shouldn't be a surprise given the positive turn his life has taken. he's fed well, sleeping through the night instead on hair trigger vigilance, and most importantly, you. now his body's functions are catching up with him.

the fuzzy dreamlike state he was in faded away. dabi blinks a few times at the unfamiliar angle he's laying at and — god damn it, he's rearranged the entire bedroom.

he climbs out of the nest to assess the damage to the whole room. spare sheets folded over the windows to darken the den; the full size bed was now shoved into the corner where your dresser was supposed to be, the walls making a nice semi-enclosed space. he can definitely get this done before you come back from work. …right?

the thought of tearing down his nest stirs up something in his stomach. part of him knows you wouldn't mind him indulging in his secondary gender. but what if you don't? what if you don't want him?

"babe?" your voice comes from the other side of the bedroom door, followed by three gentle knocks. "you okay in there? i smelled something burning."

the omega's hands reflexively cup the sides of his neck. his scent glands are damaged from his burns. it takes a lot for him to produce a scent and it had to be the worst kind.

dabi clears his throat before answering in a steady voice. "everything's fine!"

you're quiet for a pause. "i've been sitting in the kitchen listening to you shuffle around for about fifteen minutes." they've been home that long?!

the doorknob turns.

he moves to intercept you but you're just a bit faster. the door opens and you stick your head in.

"um... where's the be— oh." you peek around dabi and the door. he wants to crawl into the nest and disappear.

you reach up and cup his face in your hands. like the lovesick fool he is, he leans into you. your lips curve into a smile. "so this is what you were doing?" you give him a gentle peck on the lips. "let's get you to the nest, yeah? you look you need it."

he nods and lets you guide him back to the nest. his body sinks into the blankets. safe, happy, good.

you slip the cardigan off your shoulders — your favorite, the one you wear all the time —and drape it over him.

"can i lay down in your nest?" you ask. his face heats up.

"it's yours too." he mumbles.

you slide in and gather his lanky body in your arms. the nest is a perfect fit for the both of you. you drag your hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. dabi melts with each stroke, pulling him further into sleep, saturated in the smell of dark chocolate, in the scent of alpha-mate and home.

on the precipice of sleep, he hears you whisper,

"i hope you know you're gonna get absolutely spoiled rotten." your chest moves with a soft giggle. "so be prepared, okay? you deserve it, dabi."

#<> omegaverse #sub!bnha #bnha x reader #sub!dabi #omega!dabi #dom!reader #alpha!reader #gn!reader #soft dabi #dabi fluff #<3 domestic #haha what do you mean i was supposed to post this a (checks calendar) long time ago

[vitamin-cunt]

hiii im a new follower and can i request a dabi x fem!domme!reader

format is full fic but if you want can you also add some headcanons at the end

kinks to add

•sadisim (reader

•masochism (dabi)

•dumbification

•frotteurism (ok idk if you make your fics automatically match with your blog theme [hospital for horny mfs like me] but can you make it so that dabi is a paitient of a hospital for sub people and reader is his most favorite doctor so theres alot of intimacy)

•master and pet themes (reader makes dabi wear a collar, very very short maid dress with frilly black lingerie, cat ears and a cat tail butt plug)

and can you make it so that the reader has a genital type quirk were reader can give people the genitals of the opposite gender and do it to herself without removing their original genital (ex. reader gives dabi a vagina and clit while still having a dick)

A/N: anon I'm in love with you. I'm on one knee rn, you have no idea (Tired asf gonna go proofread this in the morning)

CW: As stated in the ask above, GN! Pronouns, cock mentioned (can be interpreted as a strap tho), Dabi has a pussy at some point (idc, idc there's the door), fingering said pussy

Making a broken man of Dabi

What the fuck was he doing here?

Like, seriously, why the fuck was he here???

It was a strange situation, really. A hospital for incredibly lewd individuals to seek treatment-

And he of all people was here?

He didn't have lewd desires, just-

Well, fuck, he couldn't have normal sex but that didn't require an intervention or whatever this was.

He ran his tongue over his teeth as he rolled over in his hospital bed. Even the uniform was weird-

He was in a maid outfit. A black, short-ass maid dress.

"Awww, look at him blush~ Let me have him, I think we're gonna like each other."

His face burned furiosuly at the memory. When he was first admitted, he'd been uncooperative with pretty much everyone. The "doctors,"(if that's what you could even call them), the nurses, even other patients, because he wasn't like them, dammit!

He wasn't some sex-obsessed lunatic that fucked any hole in sight, he just-

He liked certain things. A lot more than most people did, but that was fine. At least he thought it was fine.

He'd scared off all but one of the staff.

You.

He couldn't make you disappear and, for whatever reason, he'd come to appreciate your presence.

You treated him more human than anyone did in this God-forsaken hell-hole. You checked on him, catered to his needs, listened to his moans and groans about this place...

He swallowed down the excitement as he realized you would be coming in today.

The one thing that set you apart from the staff was that you knew what buttons to press with him.

"I think this thong will look so cute on you~"

"You did such a good job touching yourself for me!"

"Be a good boy and lift your ass up just a little higher for me."

It was like you could read his mind.

Yeah, that was Dabi's "problem." He liked being a toy.

Your toy.

He'd always known he had a thing for being treated like shit, but he tried to keep it on the down-low.

Too bad Daddy dearest found out.

A knock came at his door, and before he could even sit up, you were entering the room, an oddly wide grin on your face.

"How's my favorite patient?"

He narrows his eyes and rolls over in his bed to face you and the door. In your hands was a duffel bag of god knows what. "You're only this happy when you have shit to try on me," he says, eyeing the bag and trying to guess what was making those bulges from every angle in it.

You laugh and ignore him despite his bite of a response. "God, Dabi, what did I tell you about keeping these blinds open?" You walk over to his window blinds and sharply close them shut, leaving the room in the eerie purple glow of the lights above. "How are you going to masturbate with any privacy in this place?"

"What, you want me in the dark all the fucking time?" He hoists himself up on one elbow and follows you as you unpack your supplies. "Yeah, the one thing that gets me hard is a dank-ass hospital room."

"Mmm, just that? Not your favorite doctor?" You fake a pout, hand halfway in the duffel. "Even after I stretched that ass last night? Even after I played with those tits?"

He throws his head back, outwardly in exasperation and inwardly with a humming arousal in his chest. Even his low sigh could be confused for an excited groan.

And one wouldn't be wrong in thinking that.

"Why do you always..." he covers his hot face, trying to put into words what he wanted to say without sounding absolutely pathetic.

But, how could one get any more pathetic laying in a maid outfit in a rehabilitation hospital for the most debauched and depraved sex-addicts?

He swallowed and began again. "You're always describing my body like...like...you know I don't have those parts, right?"

After a moment of silence, he peeks between his hand to find you smiling down at the cat ears and cat butt-plug in your hands.

Your favorites.

When you look up, its with a craze in your eyes. And why should he be surprised?

Only the most depraved could work here.

"You're saying it would make more sense to use those words if you had those..."parts?" You tilt your head innocently. Well, as innocently as someone could with a bottle of lube in their hands now accompanying the lewd accessories.

"I guess," he muttered, his hand sliding down to his jaw and muffle his voice.

He was glad you couldn't see his cock twitching to life beneath his skirt. He loved that face. The look in your eyes right before you fuck him dumb.

"Can I show you a trick?" you ask, approaching his bed and laying your "materials" next to him. "You know the position, get in it, baby," you command, before he can answer your first question.

It always takes some time to follow your first order, but he always does it. Even now, with his head buried in his folded arms and his ass in the air, exposing his thong.

"Happy?" he bites, even through the muffle of his pillow.

He hears you donning your gloves and next came the sound of lube squirting from a bottle.

"We'll tell the insurance this was a prostate exam."

A cold finger pushes itself against the entrance of his hole and then inside him, sliding in easily.

He groans in arousal and discomfort. He guessed it wasn't entirely an entirely normal thing to prefer the feeling of surgical gloves to human fingers, but why give this hospital further justification to keep him here?

"Don't rock, baby, I've told you this before."

Right. He was already fucking himself back against your fingers despite only one being inside.

Your other gloved hand rubs his ass, lifting up the skirt to see the skin beneath it.

"You're still a little red from yesterday, so I'm not gonna spank you today."

He simply nods, hypnotized when you slip in a second finger. And then a third, and, fuck, even a fourth.

This couldn't even count as prepping when you were hitting his g-spot so earnestly that you had him moaning into his pillow. But he had, notably, reduced his writhing because, dammit, you made him want to be obedient.

And just like that, you'd slipped your fingers out, leaving him feeling empty.

"Fuck, if you're gonna prep, then fucking prep, don't..." he swallows as he realized he'd crossed a line.

Never back talk.

"I-I just mean...because it's like you're teasing..." he stutters out weak follow-up after weak follow-up, trying to backtrack from his outburst.

But, to his shock, you don't get angry at him. You laugh, in fact. Soon, something metal was pressing against him and after a moment, the metal plug end of the cattail slips inside him and slotted itself perfectly as he'd grown accustomed to.

Even then he arches his back and pants.

What were you playing at?

Any other day you would have punished him to senseless tears for the way he talked to you, but now?

He's pulled from his pondering when you adorn him with the cat ears.

"On your back, Kitty," you say, walking away to change your gloves. He obeys, wondering if you were going to come back with a cock ring like you'd had last night.

But, besides the fresh pair of gloves, you'd come back empty-handed.

He was really concerned now, especially as you mounted the bed with a grin that left his thighs trembling and his mind buzzing.

"Fuck's going on?" He growled, testing his luck with his mouthiness.

You don't answer, instead choosing to lean forward and press your lips to his. He'd kissed you before, but this...

Why was he suddenly hot? Like, burning, he...he hadn't activated his quirk, had he?

Suddenly, a buzzing emerged from between his legs. Then, a dampness in his thong. Finally, a sudden wave of inexplicable pleasure.

"Wh-what the fuck!? Why do I- mmmmh, it's not supposed to feel wet down there, what did you- ahhh- what did you do???"

He squirmed beneath you, the hospital bed creaking loudly as it usually did during your encounters. His face burned as a new warmth overtook his loins, one that he'd never felt before.

He rubbed his thighs together, trying to rid himself of the incessant ache, but you place your knees between them before he can really do anything.

"Why're you so freaked out?" You say above him, removing your scrub top. "It's just sex therapy!"

"Bullshit." His eyes scan your bare chest and abdomen, having seen it for the first time ever, really.

You laugh lightly through your nose. "Okay...Just sit still while your master plays with your little pussy, okay?"

"I told you, it's weird when- ah- haaah~ fuck!" His eyes went wide as your fingers slipped past his thong and inside him.

But not his ass.

All he heard was the slick squelch of your fingers penetrating him, and before he knew it, he was arched against his bed, gasping and reaching for the thin, cheap sheets above him.

He couldn't stop the moans, the uncharacteristic whines, the sounds coming from his- his-

"Your pussy's dripping for me, baby~" you laugh.

You gave him a pussy. What was worse was that you gave him a pussy and he liked it.

He could feel you scissoring in his walls, just like you did in his ass but it was different, this wasn't the same, it would never be the same-

He covered his face, you couldn't see him like this. Fine, make him wear the tail and the ears, keep him in the outfit, watch him roll his hips against your hand as you fold your fingers inside him-

But he'd be damned if he let you see the blissed tears running down his burning cheeks.

"Are you gonna cum, already?" You tease, noting his tells. His moans turning to breathless pants and a repeat of soft "uhn, uhn, uhn", his thighs trembling, his covering his face. "I didn't even get my dick inside you yet!"

You inside him? When he could feel every movement of your fingers, the aching of his- his clit-

He couldn't take it, even the idea of being filled-

"Not yet, Kitty." You removed your fingers from inside him, once again rendering him empty.

But it wasn't the same, this time, this time he felt as though he could cry. The tears fell faster now, he couldn't even hide them.

What were you doing to him?

He was crying because you wouldn't keep fingering his pussy!?

Furthermore, he was rejoicing when you'd slipped a bit of your cock inside him, his pussy clenching around nothing but air and your tip.

This is crazy, this is insane-

"Ohhh shitttt, ohhh shittt~ yes, fill me up, fill me up!"

He sounded insane-

"I know it's against protocol to directly penetrate your patients, but for you?" You whisper as you lean down and it let him get adjusted. "I couldn't let anyone else be the first person to use this pussy~"

You quickly grow impatient of letting him adjust and it shows because soon, light rocking turns to full-on thrusts in and out of him, fuck the slapping noise it made, fuck the squelching noise it made, fuck how loud he got-

Fuck, he was so loud-

He doesn't know what to do with himself but sit back and take it. Take getting pounded mercilessly like a little bitch.

"Seems like after tonight, you'll fit in with the other patients, hm?" You grab his jaw and turn his dissenting face back in your direction. "Think I trained my Kitty well, don't you?"

He could barely understand you, not with you grabbing the tops of his thighs and pulling his hips down into yours as you slam up into him.

"Tell me you deserve to be here, baby. Tell me you're just a depraved sex slut like the rest of the patients."

He wanted to reply, he really wanted to, but how could he when his tongue was sticking out of his mouth and his eyes were stuck in the back of his head?

"C'mon, baby, I know you can do it. Tell me you're no different, c'mon, let me hear it, baby."

"Haaaah, I'm n-no different! I-I'm the same! I deserve this!"

It wasn't much, but even you knew that he would cum before you could get more out of him, at least at the rate you were going. And, frankly, you didn't want to stop.

In fact, you wanted to take things a step further.

You grab his cock, the same cock that he'd barely registered still having, and began stroking.

And that was all that it took for Dabi, because seconds later he was clenching around you as tight as he could and cumming. It was almost like a double orgasm, what with his spurting white cum onto his black dress, and cumming clenched around you. White hot shocks sent his paralyzed body into brief jerking motions and the pleasure was immense beyond his understanding.

He would deal with the implications of this event when he wasn't still coming down from his high.

"Remember this the next time you complain about how I describe you, Dabi. Because you might just get what you wish for."

#sub bnha #sub mha #dom reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #sub dabi #sub dabi x reader #sub character #sub boy

[dommevenuss]

Dabi x dom!gn! Reader

Note: A chastity cage can be something so personal. I’m starting Kinktober with something soft n sweet🥰

You once off-handedly compared Dabi to a stray cat, specifically the transition of stray cat to house cat. You, in his arms, cuddled into his chest and idly rubbing your hands through his hair. ‘True peace’, he remembers thinking. An ideology, a concept, an option he had never considered even being available for him so he chuckled a little bit and agreed. The conversation pushed into the back of his mind as he hugged you a little tighter and breathed you in a little deeper.

But when, once again, you off handedly talk about him wearing something of possession, something that links him to you always. He ponders back to this conversation, laughing a little about it internally. There was no direct connection but still. He continues to think about what you could possibly mean and Dabi’s *cool* with it.He mysterious, nonchalant, (dramatic) and even as comfortable as he was with you, it’s a defense mechanism. A smirk grows on his face and he once more holds you in his arms and agrees. “That’s hot, doll. Wanna make sure everybody know I’m taken?”

“Of course, can’t have my pet walking around without a collar, now can i?” And of course you laugh and stare at him with so much adoration that he can’t help but to kiss you, hoping that his feelings will be able to convey through the gentle dance of your lips. And through this, once more the conversation is pushed to the back of his mind.

It only a few week later when he comes back from where ever, doing whatever is when you show him the item of possession. After a nice shower/wipe down and a warm meal, you have him sitting on the couch in his grey sweats and black tee, seemingly relaxed. But he notices your nervousness as you crack your knuckle and play with his hands. His eyes dart to you and he watches, waits patiently for you to speak.

“Do you remember about the conversation we had about the,” you pause and take a deep breath. “About something you can wear that shows your taken? I know that you wouldn’t want anything to flashy and i know a ring wouldn’t be the best option because of your job and-“

“Doll you’re rambling.” He chuckles. He keeps firm on your hand, hoping to ground you as you do normally during more intimate times. You smile and laugh. “I guess i am”

You bring his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to the intersection of the healthy and hurt skin. It was unfair the effect you had on him, it was unfair the way you wormed through his heart and made him feel emotions he thought he shoved down far long ago. He hoped you wouldn’t look up and look at the light dust pink that spread across the healthy flesh of the apples of his cheeks.

“It’s a cage, a sliver cage that wraps around your dick when you’re limp.” You say, finally looking up at him. You’re gauging his reaction he realizes, scooping it out to see if it’s a definite no. “You can still pee of course and I’ll have the key. It wont be all the time, whenever you want it off, it’s off. Period.”

You once again surprised him, pulling this out of your sleeve like a magic trick. As if him letting down his guards this quick and being this comfortable this quick wasn’t enough , you pull this. He wants to laugh because the craziest part about this is, is the fact that he would let you, he *is* going to let you. He is not the fondest of having to sit to piss however, but this wasn’t about minor inconveniences. This was about being yours through and through, soul, mind and body. You had him already. But if this is what you wanted for security. For him to show you that he was yours, that he would burn down the world if you so ask, then so be it.

So he nods.

“Baby, i need a verbal response.” You whisper, leaning in towards him. He doesn’t know when he looked away but now he’s forced to look you in his eyes as he whispers a “whatever makes you happy doll” and with that you slosh your lips against his. You push him down softly, continuing the soft dance. Your hands, your lips, your scent, your everything filling all 5 senses. He loses himself in you and allows you to take control.

“Aren’t i suppose to be limp?” The last rational thought he has before you pull orgasm after orgasm from him.

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Happy was an understatement as your eyes glazed over his body. His chest raised with each deep breathe he took, his dick limp and covered with his fluids and his face? His face was angelic, lidded blue eyes staring at you as if you hung the stars yourself, his cheeks tinted pink, his lips pretty n bruised from your ruthless lips. He was a gift to you from the universe and, god, were you grateful.

You sit on the bed to his side, his eyes following your every move as you reveal the silver cage.

“Do you remember when i said i wanted to get you something that you could always wear? A reminder that i was always with you.” You say with a soft smile. He nods.” This is a chastity cage. Are you still okay with this? Give me your saftey taps if you are.”

He reaches out and taps your thigh three times for green before reaching for your hand. Such a simple gesture but it filled you with warmth, knowing where you started at with Dabi. You couldn’t help but place a kiss on his hand before moving to his face, kissing each eyelid, his nose, each cheek and ending with a kiss on his lips. And when you pull back, you move once more between his legs, opening them up with such gentleness and care.

You grab the damp rag and clean the mess around his thighs, his stomach and his limp dick. He lets out a soft whine as you slide it on.

“Shh baby, i got you. I got you” you whisper as you put it on quickly, kissing his knee. It locks with a satisfying click, and as you put the key around your neck, you stare at it with pride. “So good for me Touya, so good.”

He reaches for your hand again and you grasp it, grabbing a water bottle on the night stand before finally indulging him in the physical affection he craved afterwards. He’s rest his face in his neck and clings to your body as your hand combs through his hair. A quiet laugh leaves your mouth followed by a smile when your eyes land on the black hole in your sheets. You’re going to have to replace them again but in sense, this is him making his presence known and could you really be mad when this is a product of your love? The stray kitty finally found a home and a person they could trust with their heart and body.

#dabi x reader #dabi smut #dabi x black reader #dom reader #sub dabi #sub character #touya todoroki #kinktober

[demovamp]

thinking... thinking about y/n and dabi breeding and using ftm!shigaraki for their own pleasure... making him a mess, taking pictures and videos of him... their little whore. <33

expect a lot of breeding kink content soon !! :3

#— castiel thirsts #not sfw #sub shigaraki #dom dabi #dom male reader #shigadabi x reader

[anime-addict-362]

Tired Pt. 3/6

Cw: NSFW, Female Y/N x Dabi, sub Dabi, lots of kissing, leg humping, begging, praise, very small pain kink but its there, its sickening how in love they are

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Dabi passed back out after cleaning Y/N up in a quick shower. As quick as he woke up, he fell tired again quickly. So he went back to sleep, once Y/N was in bed with him.

Y/N stayed awake, just on her phone. Dabi laid on her chest, and... She could only think one think.

He is so fucking handsome.

She ran a hand through his hair just to see him huff out a breath, onto her chest. He was always an angry looking person, but he looked so calm in his sleep.

She dug her nails softly into Dabi's scalp, watching his jaw drop just a bit as he let out another small huff of air. She scratched and he pushed his head back into the hand, still passed out.

His hair was messy, mostly pushed back from when she was messing with it. So leaned forward and kissed his forehead.

His arms wrapped around her back, eyes opening slightly. He looked up to her as she kissed down his cheek, over where his scars met his healthy skin, and to his jawline.

"Hi," He groaned out, bringing a hand up to the back of Y/N's neck.

"Hello," Y/N smiled, pressing their bosies together.

Dabi held her tighter, her leg slotting between his. He kissed her neck and bit her shoulder, just to hear her groan and slap him away.

"Stooop," Y/N huffed with a smile. "No marks, I have-"

"A strict job, I know," Dabi smiled back. She lifted his head and kissed her, attempting to press himself closer to her.

She kissed back with a hum, pushing her leg between his harder. He choked at the sudden feeling.

"Again," He laughed softly, barely pulling away from her lips.

"You're the one that keeps getting hard," Y/N grinned, kissing him again.

He kissed back, not bothering to argue that. She was right. He was.

It only took a minute of Y/N barely grinding her leg against him until he was fully hard, and grinding right back.

He pulled away from her mouth snd now had his face buried into her neck. He could still smell her conditioner, and her lotion.

"Fuck," He moaned from half pain, half pleasure when she pushed her thigh up roughly. "Yes," He nodded, holding her tighter. "More, please."

Y/N reached down and pull his sweatpants down to his thighs, and he didn't give her much more of a chance to do more, because he was grinding more.

The only barrier left was the thin fabric of his boxers. He breathed heavily into her neck, hips fucking up onto her thigh like he was actully fucking her.

"Fuck Y/N," He half chuckled, half moaned. "Yes, you feel so fucking good."

"Do I," Y/N asked, sounding amused. "You're doing most of the work there, babe."

"Still good," Dabi grinned.

"You're doing so good," Y/N whispered, running a hand up his shirt. "Fucking my thigh like a goddamn dog, you're so fucking hot."

Dabi moaned, and stopped his grinding to pull down his boxers. It wasn't enough, he needed more. Y/N moved her hand down to help when he struggled.

Once they were off, she moved she she was on top of him, but didn't move the leg that still sat in between his. And Dabi didn't stop, just bringing his hips up to fuck her thigh.

The change in position helped him, watching and Y/N look down to him with that smug look, still praising him.

"You look so pretty, Dabi," Y/N hummed, moving to kiss him softly. "So good under me like this, fucking my thigh just like you fuck me. You're beautiful baby."

Dabi felt himself get close, eyes closing. Then Y/N's weight fell on him as she kissed his scarred neck.

He moaned, hips fucking up faster, now with the tip of his cock grinding against her shirt covered stomach.

"I'm gonna cum," He moaned, an arm wrapping around Y/N's back, hand grabbing her shirt. "Gonna- Fuck- Y/N," He continued to moan.

"So good, keep going baby, come on me," Y/N grinned and bit his neck.

He let his head fall back as he came, jaw dropping. He moaned out Y/N's name, hips slowly to a stop.

"Let me fuck you," Dabi whined, then flipped them so he could kiss Y/N properly, roughly. "I'll fuck you so good."

"Promise," Y/N grinned.

"Promise."

#mha smut #x reader #x y/n #dom y/n #dom reader #dabi #touya todoroki #female reader #female y/n #y/n x dabi #y/n x touya #dabi smut #sub dabi #bottom dabi #top reader #top reader x bottom dabi

[pufferfishstories]

Knives and Feathers.

FANTASY HAWKS AU

Y’all don’t mind me just living out my ballroom, enemies to lovers with the one and only bird boy.

Hawks x FemReader

SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: knives, smut, or@l (reader receiving), d0m hawks,

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Your corseted gown clung tightly to your skin accenting your curves perfectly. You had watched yourself in the mirror as maids fussed over your hair and make up. You sat quietly, making sure to keep an expression of Naive awe on your face.

You were playing the part of an innocent farm girl afterall. Poor helpless little orphan girl, a victim of ongoing war. Although the orphan part was definitely true, helpless was quite the opposite of who you were.

You’d been at the palace for 8 months now, playing the part of the helpless damsel King Touya had saved on one of his royal escapades.

Little did his majesty know you were here on strict business, business that definitely depended on his swift death. A death that would be delivered at the close of tonight’s ball.

“You’re all ready Miss Y/N” a soft voice came from the maid as she stepped back to observe you smiling. “You look very beautiful my lady, no one will be able to take their eyes off of you!” she spoke giving your shoulder a squeeze of reassurance.

You should have felt bad, this woman had cared for you since you had arrived, but you were too busy bubbling with excitement. Tonight was the night you finally killed the King. Giving your country the upper hand in the war.

You meekly smiled at the woman thanking her, before curtsying awkwardly and making your way towards the ballroom.

Your dress flowed behind you as you walked, deep crimson silk wrapping around your body, with a high slit riding up your left leg. The corset layered with undetectable blades, another dagger strapped to your right thigh, hidden in the folds of material.

You quickly pushed the poisoned hair pin into the folds of hair masterfully pulled together by the maid. And finally your look was completed with the necklace you had worn everyday since arriving, a necklace with a tiny vial of poison concealed within it, it’s purpose to kill instantly should the wearer be caught...

You pushed aside the thought. You were going to succeed. You practically had the King wrapped around your finger, over the time you had been here he had taken every opportunity to spend time with you.

And you had made sure to blush and giggle at all the right times. To gently brush your hand against his at all the right times.

And sure enough, as you shyly entered the ball room, there King Touya was standing next to his father and his eyes drinking the sight of you in.

You smiled softly at him.

Your plan tonight was simple. Wait for everyone to be drunk enough that you could draw the Prince away without anyone batting an eye.

For now your job was to keep the Prince’s attention on you. Carefully you began to make your way across the ballroom, flashing shy smiles towards the Prince the entire time.

Just as you were mere metres away from him a deep smooth voice came from behind you

“My my aren’t you an eager little thing”

You held back the need to groan in irritation, spinning around tentatively your eyes met a pair of intelligent golden ones staring down at you.

His large red wings were folded neatly behind his back, he wore a loose black shirt revealing too much of his muscled chest, tucked into his black dress pants.

Hawks pushed a hand through his hair as he looked at you expectantly.

The real you wanted to tell him to fuck right off and let you do your job, but you weren’t playing the real you, so instead you said

“I- what do you mean... Lord Hawks?”

You stumbled over your words, quickly putting on your perfected mask of innocence.

He seemed to be somewhat annoyed by your change in manner, as if he had noticed the brief flash of annoyance cross your features.

“I think you know exactly what I mean” he spoke the words as if they had a double meaning.

He concerned you, he was different to everyone else here. More alert, untrusting. He had never quite let you get any information from him in the time you have been here. It was as if he was simply waiting for you to show your true colours.

Everytime you had the opportunity to get close enough to the King he would appear just in time to save the day.

He wouldn’t break. But neither would you.

And tonight would be different.

Tonight everything would line up. Hawks was the official right hand to the King, which would be concerning except for the fact that it meant he was to be leaving early from the celebration in order to attend to a royal meeting in His Majesties stead.

It was perfect. Once the too well spoken bird man was gone, you were free to do what needed to be done.

“I- was just going to thank His Majesty for the invitation to attend tonight’s event, I- I’ve never been to something like this” you spoke gingerly, while simultaneously cursing his existence in your mind.

Hawks seemed to think about your answer for a moment, finally he spoke

“Well then you’ve got me to thank darling, it was I who invited you”

Taken aback for a second you stared at him suspiciously, your mind whirred thinking through possible reasons for his invitation

“You should know that when you think too hard you drop your little farm girl act” He spoke pointedly, the smirk returning to his roguish features.

Before you could respond your waist was pulled against his.

“Dance with me will you farm girl” which was hardly a question as he began to pull you more than guide you in a waltz.

“You see you’re very hard to read, Y/N if that’s even your name. So tell me, why are you here?” Hawks had leaned in close to your ear, to anyone else it would simply look like the pair of you were engaged in a relatively scandalous rendition of a dance.

But you were feeling a snake of dread unfurling in the pit of your stomach. You knew he was suspicious of you, but he said himself he couldn’t read you. Maybe you could still manipulate his suspicions.

“Maybe I am just after protection, and believe what you want, but I really am just an ordinary farm girl” you spoke quickly.

“Hm a rather pathetic lie, but I respect it” he responded coolly.

As the sultry music changed in tempo Hawks pushed his hand against your back, his fingers digging into where one of the blades were placed against the boning of your dress.

You almost whimpered at the uncomfortable pain now digging into your back. But you weren’t going to back down. You met his eyes, “accidentally” tugging on some of his feathers as he spun you gracefully away from him.

You heard his breath catch, and his confident collected front falter for a second. Happy with yourself for causing him a bit of pain, you continued dancing, pressing your body against his. To your surprise he seemed to have dropped the conversation.

Finally, at the close of the song he bowed low, but not before taking your hand and speaking in a low tone “If I find out you’re intent on anything other than getting in His Majesties pants for his money. I will make you wish you were dead”

“My lady” he smirked before turning sharply on his heel and walking away. Leaving you there to gawk at him.

Recollecting your thoughts, you decided that it didn’t matter what he did to you after you’d found the king, so long as the King died. You knew this mission was suicide. And being killed by the hot bird man might not be the worst way to go. Taking a quick breath you finally made your way towards the King.

You spent the rest of the night *pretending* to drink goblets of wine. Giggling loudly at the Touya’s jokes, drunkenly leaning your head on his shoulder.

Finally, the time of the night arrived where everyone seemed to be swaying. The music slightly out of tune, everyone danced and laughed spilling their drinks and kissing strangers.

It was time. The bird was nowhere to be seen, you had watched him leave hours ago.

You quickly started to stand up, consciously wobbling your legs and leaning on the King.

“Oh I better get to bed” you hiccuped

Laughing softly King Touya gently grabbed your hand

“I will have someone help you to your room” he said kindly

“Noooooo, I want youuuu” you protested, wrapping your arm around his

You knew he couldn’t afford to be seen leaving with a woman, especially not one of such a low status. But you also knew he wouldn’t refuse you. And so he did exactly what you wanted him to.

“Okay Y/N you know the drill. Go wait outside and I will meet up with you shortly to escort you to your room" he whispered to you

You did know this, the pair of you had done it many times.

Nodding happily you had wandered outside. Your heart pounding with how close you were to success.

Typically, the King would follow you after around 10 minutes or so. And so you melted back into the shadows on the corridor behind the ballroom.

You stood there for what felt like forever when you heard footsteps on the cobblestoned floor. Just as you were about to come out from the corner a strong hand covered your mouth and pushed you up against the wall.

Almost instinctively you reach up and pull out your poisoned hair blade. Only for your wrist to be caught and crushed up against the wall.

“Interesting, I knew I wasn’t wrong about you” the smooth voice evenly assessed.

Panicked you look up once again meeting the eyes of the winged Lord. It was Hawks. His eyes now trained on the miniature blade in your hand.

Cursing to yourself you tried to shrink back, and look scared, anything to scramble your character back together.

You felt his hand trail up your thigh, stopping at the blade secured there. Quickly pulling the blade from you he held it up to your neck.

“You know little bird, these are some pretty intense blades for a little farm girl”. He had now removed his hand from your mouth, keeping the cold silvered blade pressing against your neck, and his other arm still pinning your wrist above your head.

“Let me go.” You spoke dangerously. Barely breathing against the blade. Your wrist pulsing with pain.

“See I would if you were the little farm girl you pretend to be, but unfortunately my little sneaky bird. You’re not”

He smiled and tightened his grip on your wrist, causing you to gasp and drop the poisoned blade.

“Now you’re going to be a good girl, be quiet and do what I say”.

He pushed you into the nearest room closing the door quickly behind you. Your knife not wavering from your neck.

Finally you were returned to your position against a wall. Hawks’ body pressed right against yours.

“So, are you going to tell me who you really are little bird?” He spoke sharply into your ear.

You only glare at him in response.

“Hm well, that is unfortunate” he mused inspecting you

“You know I could kill you” He spoke finally,

Panicking you almost blindly reach out grabbing onto his wing. Suddenly his breathing shifts. His normal collected demeanour changes to a dark unpredictable aura circling around him.

His eyes darken as he releases a breath.

“You shouldn’t have done that” he spoke darkly

Suddenly the blade was discarded and his hand was around your neck.

Finally looking at his face you see he’s flushed, his chest rising up and down, breathing hard. You suddenly realise your hand is still entangled within his feathers, almost unintentionally you trail your fingers down his feathers, almost entranced by them. You’d always wanted to touch his wings. But never truly dared.

His breathing caught again, as he watched your hand.

“Are you trying to make me fuck you little bird?” He spat out pressing his body even closer to you now.

Taken aback it suddenly all makes sense. His reaction to you touching his wings. Now you can see a way out of this, and a way you’re certainly not complaining about.

Smiling you raise your other hand, entangling it within his feathers carefully massaging your fingers through his roots. His eyes fluttered for a second. Before smashing his lips against yours.

You moan, welcoming his tongue against your own, he lifts you up as you wrap your legs around his waist.

His lips move down your neck, planting kisses and bites along your neck. He keeps moving downwards kissing and biting along your exposed collarbone.

“Do tell me little bird of mine, why are you still wearing this” He spoke glaring at your corset

“A knife in the seam of my dress” you panted out breathlessly, your body pulsing

“Ah aren’t you just a clever little assassin” He breathed smirking, whilst feeling for your blade, after finding it he quickly sliced up the middle of your dress, exposing your now bare chest. “I hate you” you whispered breathily.

“Doubtful” he responded, then without giving you so much as a second to think his mouth was on you, sucking, kissing and biting causing you to let out small gasps and moans at his torture.

His hands slowly trail their way down your body, before his hand makes its way into your lace undergarments. He begins to run slow circles on your most sensitive spot, letting out a quiet growl of pleasure as you let out another moan.

“Shit” you think to yourself, “so much for getting myself out of this”.

Your thoughts are interrupted when Hawks abruptly pulls you away from the wall, lifting and almost throwing you on the bed, eyes widening you watch him stalk towards you, like some sort of crazed predator. You’ve half the mind to reach for one of your daggers only to remember it lay on the cold stone ground now meters away from you.

“You have no idea what seeing the real side of you does to me” he spoke breathily, his muscled chest rising and falling now almost completely exposed after your pulling at his lose shirt. As you watched him through your lashes you felt a pulse of heat radiating in the pit of your stomach and your sex.

Without warning he knelt in front of you, spreading your legs apart before getting your panties in his mouth and pulling them down leaving you completely exposed. You knew you were getting wetter by the second. Suddenly his mouth was on you, devouring and teasing you, his tongue worked it’s way around your clit, Hawks pushed a finger in you and then another, eliciting multiple unholy noises from your mouth. Finally when you felt an explosion building up inside of you from the torture he stopped.

Almost whimpering from the sudden loss of ecstasy your eyes snapped open to find him, embarrassingly your hips tried to follow his hands.

Chuckling darkly he spoke again.

“You know little farmer girl, I want the king dead too”

Now this was the last thing you’d expected to hear. Shocked you look up meeting his now lust filled eyes.

“He’s a villain to my country” Hawks continued matter of factly.

You stayed quiet waiting for him to elaborate.

“So you’re going to have to be a good girl and be patient, I’m afraid I can’t have you killing him before I’m ready”

Still breathing heavily from his treatment you tried to process what he was saying.

“So” he spoke, “in exchange for you holding off killing him, I promise to keep you” he knelt again, lazily rubbing circles into your clit again “very entertained” his voice dripped like honey, and your eyes were rolling back as the fire built up inside you again.

“So Y/N do we have a deal?” He spoke as you continued to moan.

“Yes” you finally said “oh god yes” as your orgasm finally reached you.

Chuckling darkly his wings unfurled stretching far beyond the length of the bed frame, he finally replied

“Good.”

#hawks x y/n #hawks smut #fantasy au #hawks fanfic #fem reader #hawks x female reader #dom hawks #sub reader #touya todoroki #bnha headcanons #my hero academia #choking #enemies to lovers #wing kink #bnha dabi #bnha hawks #smut

[poly-pan-0118]

Class is in Session

Another cookout at Kirishima's brings an opportunity Katsuki can't turn down. WC 4133 This is just a follow up of pure shameless indulgence to my story Show and Tell. Dabi/Fem!Reader/Bakugou, Dabi/Bakugou

Here it was. Another summer, another Kirishima cookout. Bakugou sat next to the big redhead listening to him prattle on and on about the camping trip they’ve planned since winter. The blonde sat with his chin lazily in the palm of his hand grunting every now and then. 

His head perked up at the sight of you walking in the backyard. A deep scowl followed after seeing your hand in his. That damn Todoroki Touya. Katsuki had hoped when you hooked up with him last summer it was just a one time thing, a summer fling at best. 

That wasn't the case though. For the man whore everyone said the pierced Todoroki was, he seemed to settle down with you. It got under Bakugou’s skin but he understood. If anyone could change a man's ways, it would be you. You changed him after all and you didn't even know it.

“Behave. You promised.” Eijirou said, looking over at his best friend. He had warned Bakugou that you and Touya were coming. 

“I didn't even say anything shitty hair.” Bakugou snapped. He didn't have to say a damn thing. It was written all over his face. Eijirou just prayed that his explosive friend would keep his cool. This would be the first get together he’s been at with you and Touya. It’s true he had seen you two around here and there, confirming your relationship each time he saw you both holding hands or his arm draped around your shoulder. 

“Hey Kats.” you said in your sweet soft voice. You and Touya sat on the wicker bench at the table across from Katsuki and Eijirou. 

“Hey.” the blonde grunted and took another swig from the beer bottle he gripped tightly. 

“What’s up man?” Touya greeted Eijirou with a hand shake. Sitting down he looked over at Katsuki and gave him a curt nod. Katsuki returned the gesture and turned away. Suddenly the pool water was more interesting. 

He had to admit though, Touya had been cordial about your relationship. Not once boasting or rubbing it in his face. He was thankful for that, this was hard enough as it was. Still didn't mean he had to be happy about it. Was he being selfish? Probably, but he missed you. He still loved you. He kicked himself in the ass everyday for not fighting harder to save his relationship with you. 

The night carried on with others arriving. Jirou and Denki showed up with their guitars to play some acoustic sets. Kirishima made some bomb ass grilled steaks and burgers. The man definitely knows his meat. Later in the evening after a few rounds of shots were taken the atmosphere started to shift. 

Katsuki was left sitting at the table as others danced, swam or talked in their own little bubbles. You and Touya however still sat across from him. Every now and then he’d watch you giggle as the ravenette whispered something in your ear. He swallowed the bile that rose in his throat when he watched you nuzzle your nose against his and kissed him slowly. He wanted to yell at you both to get a room. Nobody wanted to watch that shit. HE didn't want to watch it. Yet his eyes seemed glued to you both.  

This was something Touya noticed right away, always hyper aware of his surroundings. He would deliberately touch you more, kiss you more than he usually would in public. He really wasn't trying to be an ass. He watched the different emotions wash over Katsuki’s face and found it amusing. Found it, dare he say, arousing. That’s when he had an idea. An idea he hoped you’d be down for. 

Katsuki watched as Touya yet again whispered something in your ear. This time whatever he said caused a deep blush to wash over your face. Your eyes went wide staring at him. Your gaze snapped to Katsuki and he quickly looked away. 

“Trust me.” Touya said in a low raspy voice as he stood up. He walked over to the cooler and grabbed two beers. Katsuki watched as Touya sat down next to him and handed him a beer. With furrowed eyebrows Katsuki took the beverage wondering what he was up to. 

Katsuki muttered a thanks as he cracked open the can and took a swig. His eyes once again found you. You wore a short sundress that showed off those plush thighs he missed grabbing. Your neckline plunged low showing off your beautiful breasts that he would plant his face between. Not to mention those high heels that would push your ass out when you walked. Fuck, you had to know what you were doing to him. 

“She definitely is a beautiful sight isn't she?” Touya asked with a smirk. His words broke Katsuki’s stare and he swallowed hard. Was it that obvious he was staring? Touya watched Katsuki turn his head away, his ears turning pink. This is going to be too easy, he thought.

“She looks happy.” Katsuki said honestly. Touya hummed in agreement letting the blonde get what he needed to say off his chest. “I don't know what I did wrong but,” Katsuki paused for a second letting his guard down, “I-I’m glad whatever you’re doing is keeping her happy. That’s all I ever wanted.”

Touya stared at the blonde bewildered. He didn't think things would get so sentimental. He almost shut down what he had planned. That was until he saw Katsuki try to nonchalantly rearrange himself in his pants. 

“You wanna see what it takes to make her happy?” Katsuki’s head snapped to find Touya grinning. “Meet us in the pool room in five.” Touya stood up and walked over to you holding out his hand. Rising to take his hand you looked back at Katsuki to find his jaw open, a blank stare on his face.

Katsuki watched as you gave him a sultry look. Batting your eyelashes and licking your lips. He knew that look all too well. Was this for real? Had Touya just invited him to do what? Watch them fuck? Join them for a threesome? Could he do that? Could he just watch the two of you? Could he join and then pretend like nothing happened? 

Minutes ticked away before Katsuki found himself standing up and staring at the pool room door. He thought he had to be some kind of masochist but he would never forgive himself if passed up the chance to be with you again. Even if it was from the sidelines. He would pathetically take whatever scraps Touya would offer him. 

Mina watched as Katsuki walked toward the pool room. Seeing Touya sit next to him caught her attention and was worried the two men were gonna have words. To her surprise though they didn't but when she saw Katsuki go to follow you and Touya she thought the blonde had reached his limit. 

“Umm, babe don't you think you need to intervene before things get out of hand?” Mina asked as she tugged on her husband's arm. Eijirou just laughed.

“Katsuki is a big boy. I think he can handle it.” Mina’s jaw dropped which made him laugh even harder. He explained he too had been watching the whole interaction. In fact he’d been watching his friends moves all night just to make sure he was keeping his promise. Eijirou watched you and Touya and the look he gave you before sitting next to Katsuki. 

Though he couldn't hear what was being said he watched the flustered look that he knew all too well that covered his best friend's face. Catching the look you gave him before walking off just confirmed his theory. Eijirou just hoped Katsuki knew what he was doing.

You were sitting on the sofa bed next to Touya letting him nuzzle into your neck when looking over his shoulders you saw Katsuki enter. You gasped at the sight. You didn't think he would actually agree to this. You pictured him still sitting outside sulking in his chair then stomping off. Touya turned to see Katsuki slouching with his hands in his pockets, his gaze looking everywhere but you two. 

“My star pupil has arrived.” Touya smirked. 

“Tsk, what the fuck is this about dumbass?” Katsuki wanted Touya to say it. 

“Come on now. I know you're smarter than that.” Katsuki watched as Touya's hands slowly moved up a thigh under your dress.  There was no doubt what he was implying. 

“You okay with this?” he asked, jerking his head towards you. You gave him a quick nod as your breathing quickened.  Katsuki looked back at Touya silently asking what he should do. 

“Sit down and enjoy the show.” Touya said, grinning. He watched Katsuki slowly sit in the chair across from you both. He sat with his legs spread wide and you could already see he had a semi stiffy. He must have taken his shirt off before coming in. It was ungodly hot this summer. You could see his bangs sticking to his forehead sweat. 

Touya gently pushed you to lay on your back and hovered above you as he kissed you. The kiss quickly turned deep and fast as both your breathing sped up. He moved to kiss down your neck as his hand continued up your thigh. Touya’s fingers nestled under your panties and pulled them down slowly. A cold breeze from the air conditioning hitting your wet hole made you shiver. 

Touya tossed the garment over to Katsuki, landing in his face. He couldn't help but inhale your scent as he watched Touya push your knees to your chest showing you off. He used two fingers to spread your lower lips. Katsuki watched your beautiful cunt glisten with your juices as he began to palm himself under his shorts. It was a sight he thought he would never see again. 

Touya flattened his tongue and gave a long swipe up your slit.  Katsuki watched as you moaned and ran a hand through Touya’s hair gently tugging. He thinks he missed that the most. You grabbing handfuls of his hair, grinding your cunt against his mouth. Even better than that was the times he laid his head in your lap and you would gently card your hands through his tresses. It was calming and oftentimes would be the only thing that would ground him when needed. 

Katsuki could see the metal piercing on Touya’s tongue making him wonder where else he was perhaps pierced. A loud moan escaped your mouth as Touya pushed a finger in your tight hole. Then another. Touya pumped his fingers in and out with expertise as the metal ball flicked at your sensitive nub. 

You yelled that you were gonna cum and Touya’s eye fluttered open to stare into a set of rubies watching him. Touya didn't break the stare as he lapped up your juices. He saw Katsuki was rock hard now, his shorts pulled down under his tight balls. He was clean shaven, only a small bit of blonde hairs leading up his happy trail. Touya grinned even wider seeing that the blonde was packing pretty well. A beautiful uncut cock that was leaking pre, needy for attention.  

You whined for Touya, breaking his little trance. He crawled on top of you devouring your mouth and palming your tits. 

“Whadya say doll? Wanna taste?” he asked seductively, looking over at Katsuki. You whimpered, nodding your head. Touya directed you on all fours and motioned Katsuki over. The blonde was all too eager, almost tripping out of his shorts. Katsuki knelt before you, calloused fingers under your chin pulling your eyes to him. Fuck did he miss this view. Lidded eyes staring up at him. 

“Open wide baby.” Katsuki said in a low gravelly voice. You didn't notice just how much you missed him calling you baby till you heard it. You wasted no time as you took him in your mouth, gagging as you pushed yourself to take as much as you could. Katsuki let out a hiss as his hands found your hair, holding it out of your face. “Fuck, that’s it baby girl.” That earned him a sweet mewl from your throat. He remembered how much you loved praise. 

Touya rubbed his hands over your ass as he watched you and Katsuki. He had to admit Katsuki was a gorgeous man. He was beautifully tanned and had nice wide shoulders that tapered off to a small waist, perfectly grabbable. He licked his lips as he watched sweat run down his hardened abs. 

Katsuki watched as Touya removed his pants letting his confined cock spring loose. Holy shit was the only thought he had. Touya was just about the same length as he was but Touya had a lot more girth. Touya couldn't help but smirk widely, noticing Katsuki gawking. He pulled back his dick showing off the piercings underneath and heard Katsuki gasp. Fuck

Katsuki saw he was caught looking and turned his head. “Freak.” he muttered. Touya only laughed, watching the tips of Katsuki’s ears turn pink. 

“Now,” Touya said in a low voice as he positioned his tip at your entrance, “let me show you how I keep my girl happy.” Katsuki narrowed his eyes at his use of the words ‘my girl’ but his growing aggression was quickly cut off from your loud moans sending vibrations down his cock. Touya had slammed into you fast and hard, setting a relentless pace. With every hard thrust forward Katsuki’s dick went a bit further down your throat as your tongue massaged the underneath and you fondled his stiffening balls. 

Katsuki announced that he was close to coming and Touya felt you clench tighter. 

“Fuck I- I’m coming.” Katsuki rasped. Touya watched Katsuki’s dick twitch as he spurted in your mouth. 

“Don't swallow it all.” Touya grunted, still pounding deep inside you. Katsuki’s eyes shot open at what he was implying. He pulled out and leaned backwards on his haunches. Touya leaned over your back pulling you up to his face by your throat to kiss you. Katsuki couldn't believe what he was seeing. What came next was another surprise. Touya swiftly pulled Katsuki over by the neck, kissing him. The taste of himself, you and Touya mingled on his tongue making him hard again. 

“Don't be greedy. Give it back.” Touya said after quickly pulling away. Katsuki wasted no time pulling you in for a kiss. He dreamed of kissing you again for what seemed like forever. Although the kiss was greedy at first it turned slow and passionate. Finally, successfully swallowing all of Katsuki’s seed you pulled away with a loud gasp as you felt Touya’s fingers work at your clit. 

“Cum for us baby. Show Kats what beautiful messes you make for me.” Touya said as he drilled you harder, his fingers edging you closer and closer. He felt you clench one more time and then your warm juices squirting down your legs. “Fuck.” Touya growled into your neck as he filled you up. 

Katsuki flopped back into the chair to catch his breath. His heart was still pounding. Touya slowly pulled out of you and laid you on your back. Once again he pushed your legs open wide. Katsuki watched the man’s cum leak out of you and couldn't help but pump himself again. He looked over your body watching as your chest heaved. Your skin had a beautiful glow from the sheen of sweat. 

“What do ya think you're doing sitting there? You're nowhere near done.” Touya demanded. Katsuki’s jaw dropped. He thought that would be it with you. Was Touya going to allow him to do more? Would he go all the way with you? Touya snapped his fingers. “Get over here and clean up this mess.” 

Katsuki held himself back from running as he crawled between your legs. Kneeling, he pushed your thighs apart. Those same thighs he wished he could feel wrapped around his head just hours ago. Katsuki started at your inner knee and kissed down your thigh slowly. 

He kissed over your mound then his tongue slowly, agonizingly licked at your juices mixed with Touya’s cum. Katsuki stuck his tongue in as far as he could manage to lap up every bit. It turned you on to know he was consuming both your and Touya’s cum. 

Touya sat behind Katsuki watching him go to town on you. His tongue hungrily seeking out every inch of your cunt. He pondered just how far he could push the blonde. Touya stared at Katsuki’s round ass and couldn't help but give it a smack. 

“What the fuck?” Katsuki rumbled into your cunt but didn't stop licking. 

“Anyone ever told you that you have a perfect ass Kats?” Touya huffed with a smile. Katsuki grinned but didn't say anything. Touya took that as a green light and continued with his new plan. Katsuki was busy cleaning you up but over your cries and twitching thighs he could make out Touya moving behind him. He wondered what he was up to. Katsuki heard the belt on Touya’s belt rattle and felt like deflating. He figured he was getting dressed and this would be the end. 

On the contrary, Touya was rummaging in his pants pocket looking for something. Katsuki heard a loud snap then a cold sensation over his puckered hole and gasped. 

“Wha-what the hell do you think you're doing?” Katsuki asked, looking over his shoulder at the tall dark haired man. His own thighs began to shake as he felt Touya’s finger tease at his hole’s entrance. 

“How long has it been since someone’s fucked you here?” Your eyes flew open in shock as you watched Katsuki’s face redden. His grip under your thighs tightened and he bit his lip. “Lil bro told me about all the moans he would hear coming from your dorm room whenever Kirishima stayed over.” Touya laughed. “Had to explain to the daft bastard what was really happening.” 

Katsuki didn't think he could be more embarrassed, although that would explain why Shouto acted strangely during the end of their last year. You reached down and cupped a hand under Katsuki’s chin turning his gaze to you. His soft vermilion eyes flicked back and forth between yours with worry. 

“It’s okay Katsu. Nobody is gonna judge you. You don't have to do anything you don't want to.” you said, trying to reassure him. Katsuki had never told you or anyone else about his experiences with Kirishima. It was something you had suspected but didn't want to push him. You wanted him to come out when he was ready, if ever. 

Touya slowly pushed a finger in his hole making Katsuki gasp. His head fell on your thigh as he tried to calm his breathing. Your eyes snapped to Touya with a warning. Touya liked to be dominant in the bedroom and you were scared he would get too rough. 

“He hasn't told me to stop.” Touya said with a sly smile. Katsuki knew that’s all he had to say if he didn't want this. But he did. He wanted this so bad. There were times he wanted someone else to join in the bedroom not only to watch them fuck you but he wanted to get fucked too. He even thought about asking you to wear a strap-on but in the end his anxiety won. He thought you would think him less of a man for liking that. 

But here you were, naked underneath him running your fingers through his hair giving him words of praise as Touya slips another finger in. You were so perfect. An absolute goddess to him and he stupidly let you slip through his hands. 

You reached down and pumped him while he suckled on your neck. Your hips rutted up against Katsuki’s. 

“Fuck me Katsuki. Fuck me while Touya fucks you.” Katsuki couldn't help the sinful groan that escaped. If he had only known back then you were into this. 

“Is that what you want, Kats, hmm? You want me to fuck you nice and deep?” Touya teased as he massaged the blonde's prostate, earning a delicious whimper. 

“Yes, fuck , please!” Katsuki begged. You bent your legs allowing him to settle closer. You still had on your heels and were trying to kick them off when Katsuki stopped you. “Leave them on. Wanna feel them dig into my back while I fuck you.” he said as he rubbed his dick along your slit, covering himself in your juices before sliding in. 

Fully sheathed inside you he rested his forehead against yours. He didn't want this to end. He didn't want to wake up tomorrow with this all being a dream, or worse, you acting like nothing ever happened when it did. He didn't know if he could handle that. 

You knew that look on Katsuki’s face. It was the look he got when his mind was thinking of different scenarios that got him to worry. Your hands found his cheeks and kissed him softly. 

“It’s okay I’m here.” you told him softly. His mouth opened as he felt the tip of Touya at his entrance. He swallowed and buried his head in your neck as Touya slowly pushed in. 

“Holy fu-fuck. I can feel..” his Katsuki’s voice trailed off as he moaned into your neck. Touya fully bottomed out and was doing his best to contain himself. Katsuki felt so tight and warm. He gently rubbed one hand over the blonde's ass and the other up his spine. He couldn't help the grin knowing that Katsuki was talking about the piercings on his cock. 

“Feels good, yeah?” you asked him, smiling. Katsuki nodded his head. Everything felt so amazing. His cock deep inside you, Touya’s inside him. It was almost too much. Touya started moving at a slow pace, slowly stretching Katsuki’s hole. You grinded your hips up as Katsuki kissed you, hungrily swallowing your moans. 

Soon, both men found a pace. Touya sped up and placed his hands under your knees pulling you forward with every thrust which would push Katsuki deeper. His cock-head hitting your cervix making you cry out. 

“Fuck, I love your ass Kats. So warm, so tight.” Touya groaned. He looked down to see your face scrunched up. He knew you were close. You looked absolutely beautiful, all blissed out and cock drunk. He wasn't sure you would go along with this when he teased the idea but fuck is he happy you did. 

You cried out that you were close to coming and Katsuki grunted he was too. There was a certain power Touya felt having make you and Katsuki come on his dick. 

“Come on Kats, fill our girl up so I can give you a nice helping of my cum.” Touya’s hips pistoned faster hoping to help the man out. Screaming out both men's names, your orgasm came crashing down. Katsuki couldn't hold on any longer. You were practically strangling his dick. With a loud groan Katsuki finally came, his hips stuttering as your arms hung around his neck pulling him for a kiss. 

“That’s it. Such a good boy for me and our girl.” Touya rasped. He tested the pet name to see Katsuki’s reaction and felt his hole tighten. Yeah, he likes praise. Something Touya will keep in mind. With a deep, almost animistic growl, Touya came. Katsuki felt his hot seed shoot inside him and moaned against your lips. 

Finally each of you was still. Touya slowly pulled out as did Katsuki. The blonde fell to your side, a leg still flung over yours and an arm wrapped over your waist. 

“You did good Katsuki.” you told him as you turned your head to kiss his cheek. Katsuki looked at you and before he could stop himself he told you that he still loved you. His eyes widened and looked up at Touya expecting to get yelled at and thrown out. 

“Relax. It’s nothing we didn't know.” Touya said as he chuckled and flopped down on your other side. Katsuki relaxed as he felt you rub your nose along his and told him to rest. He couldn't stop thinking about how Touya said ‘Our girl’ twice now. What did it mean? You turned your head to kiss Touya and when he pulled away he looked behind you with a smirk and laughed. 

You turned to find Katuski had passed out fast asleep and smiled. Touya watched how your soft eyes looked over Katsuki. Who was he to deny you this love? It didn't mean he was giving you up though. Oh no. That wasn't happening.

“So what do you say doll? Wanna keep our new pet?”

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou smut #dabi touya #dabi x reader #Dabi x Bakugou #Dom Dabi #dabi smut

[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot, rough p in v, oral (f & m receiving), wry & dom Dabi, f!reader, a lot of cursing and names calling, slapping, a little degradation, hate s*x Synopsis: arranging a birthday celebration for Dabi proved to be a mistake. It ignited his anger, driving him to his room in a fit of rage. When anger transformed into desire, Dabi insisted on celebrating in his own way, marking the first intimate encounter between the two of you A/N: the prompt was Dabi's first time with his girlfriend is on his birthday This marks the last story crafted in celebration of Dabi's birthday 💜

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST DABI'S BIRTHDAY EVENT

"You little cunt!" Dabi's voice thundered, a venomous edge cutting through the air. He didn't bother casting a glance in your direction.

In response to the verbal assault, you jerked your hand free from his grip. "What's the matter this time, Mr. Know-It-All? I merely intended to throw you a pleasant birthday celebration, and you act as though I threatened to annihilate your entire family!"

Dabi scoffed dismissively, striding purposefully toward his room. "Do you think I'd give a damn fuck if you did? Of course not. And I thought I made myself crystal clear — I want no bloody celebrations. I detest my birthday. I despise the very notion of being born. What is so challenging for your tiny, stupid brain to comprehend?"

A disbelieving sigh escaped your lips. While you were well aware of his aversion to birthdays, the magnitude of his anger caught you off guard. Baking him a cake and orchestrating a modest gathering with the assistance of Toga and Shigaraki seemed like a harmless gesture to celebrate his existence, yet it had evidently ignited an unexpected fury.

Dabi came to an abrupt halt and glanced back at you, seizing your wrist and pulling you closer to him. "No response, huh?" he sneered. "Fine, little cunt. So, you're keen on celebrating the day this damn pathetic villain, murderer, and arsonist was born? Well, we'll celebrate it, but we'll do it my damn way."

He forcibly pulled you behind him, and despite your inner desire to break free from his grip, the futility of any attempt was evident – he wielded a strength far surpassing your own.

Dabi swung open the door to his room and shoved you inside, the harsh sound of the door slamming shut resonating through the air as he entered, sealing the room in an oppressive silence.

In the midst of the heated altercation, the details of the argument eluded your memory. A palpable anger still hung in the air, the exchange of words escalating to a fever pitch.

Your gaze shifted toward Dabi, poised to retort, but the intensity in his turquoise eyes arrested your words. The pulsating vein in the black-haired man's neck became a focal point, a magnetic force compelling your desire to quell its frenetic rhythm with a kiss.

His recognition of the unspoken yearning reflected in your face halted his verbal assault, leaving his mouth slightly ajar.

In that suspended moment, the impulse to crush your lips against his neck overwhelmed you. You yearned to soothe the frenetic heartbeat beneath the surface.

As if reading your intentions, Dabi seized you abruptly, drawing you into the circle of his robust arms. It was as if he had glimpsed into the depths of your desires, a skill he wielded with uncanny accuracy. In that instant, he kissed you with the intensity you had yearned for, the clash of tongues mirroring the earlier verbal sparring. The taste of anger mingled with a surprising sweetness, and your body ignited with a white-hot desire, a fervor that only Dabi could unleash. The searing sensation surged from your chest down to your thighs, awakening every inch of your being.

You had sensed the fire kindling in Dabi's loins, the hardness growing almost instantly, and his whole body turning super hot due to his quirk.

Dabi grasped a handful of your hair, yanking your head back, and engaged in a fervent exchange of kisses, licks, and nips, each touch eliciting moans of pleasure from your slightly bruised, parted lips.

The yearning became unbearable, compelling you to crave the feel of Dabi's skin against yours. Almost as if he had divined your thoughts, he leaned back, swiftly discarding his shirt through his hair. His hands reached for your blouse, and with a forceful yank, he tore it open, sending buttons scattering across the tiny room. Despite the intimidating aura that surrounded Dabi, you harbored no fear.

Even though you were aware of his desires, the topic about sex was returning like a boomerang, resurfacing every few days. It had been over half a year since you both became a thing, yet you had not crossed the threshold into a physical relationship, and this restraint was gradually driving Dabi to the brink of madness. You suspected that today's outbursts were fueled, in part, by the previous night's rejection when, amidst a heated make-out session, you had declined his advances as his hand ventured into your shorts, teasing your folds through the fabric of your knickers.

Yet now, a curious mixture of emotions surged within you. Somehow, you found yourself yearning for him with an intensity that defied explanation. Despite no longer being a virgin, a concern lingered about the potential discomfort of engaging in sex with Dabi.

Dabi's lips sought yours once more as he simultaneously released the front clasp of your sheer bra. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, the exquisite pain of his teeth on your flesh intensifying the smoldering embers between your legs into a searing white-hot flame of desire.

"Dabi..." you whined loudly, rolling your head back, resting it against the wall, slipping one of your hands into his hair.

His impatient hands slipped under your skirt in a quest to discover your most sensitive spot. The intensity of his anger and desire surged as his hand encountered obstacles on its journey - your panties. Finally, locating the waistband, Dabi forcefully burnt your panties away, being careful enough to not hurt you. Free from the hindrance, his hungry fingers found what they sought.

Dabi inserted a finger into your wetness, gliding it upward over your swollen clit after finger fucking you for a moment, eliciting moans of ecstasy from you. Simultaneously, his lips continued their exploration, savoring the taste of yours, tracing a path from your lips to your earlobes and down to your neck. "Fucking little cunt," he sneered. "I'll certainly educate you on how I desire my birthday to be celebrated. Perhaps it will penetrate that thick, stupid skull of yours at last, you little whore."

Your moans of pleasure intensified, your hands exploring the contours of Dabi's body. His skin felt sensuous and super warm beneath your fingertips. Before long, your hands discovered his pierced nipple. Gently, you pinched it, coaxing a primal sound from Dabi's lips as he worked diligently on marking your neck, signaling to the world that you belonged to him.

The heightened arousal compelled you to push him away slightly. You replaced your fingers with your mouth after leaning forward, nipping and licking his chest. The tip of your tongue traced along his tensed muscles, whether concealed beneath healthy skin or adorned with scars and purple patches, relishing the taste that was undeniably manly and salty, yet sweet as nectar to your senses.

Dabi's fingers fucked you more, and had rendered you incredibly wet, your clitoris throbbing with anticipation, swollen with both pleasure and need. Seizing your chin in his hand, Dabi kissed you roughly, propelling you back against the wall. He then descended to his knees, lifting your skirt, and trailed his tongue up one thigh and then the other, savoring the juices that had escaped during the fervor of his fingers' endeavors.

Dabi's warm tongue resumed its task, leisurely stroking your sweet, swollen spot. He inserted a finger, moving in and out, synchronizing the motion with the skilled strokes of his tongue. His tongue circled around your sticky clit, while his finger worked diligently to pleasure your pussy. Suddenly, he sucked on it with a hunger reminiscent of a baby latching onto its mother's breast. Your moans grew louder, the sensation of his sucking propelling you closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of no return.

"Yes, Dabi, oh! Just like that!" you gasped, attempting to keep him in the spot to grind your pussy against his face, but Dabi swatted your hands away and rose to meet your gaze.

His eyes mirrored yours, smoky with unbridled lust. "Oh, no, no, little dirty slut. Not yet. No matter how you beg, you'll come when I say," he declared, denying you the release you sought as he asserted control over your pleasure. "Suck me off like a good slut and I'll think of rewarding you."

The overwhelming urge to taste the most manly of flavors had consumed you, leading your hands to fumble with Dabi's thick, white belt. Finally releasing it, the snap and zipper undone, you descended to your knees in front of him, pushing down his dark pants. Dabi's hardened member sprung free, pulsating with the burning lust, a little pearl of precum adorned the slit of its tip. Your cheeks reddened upon noticing the piercing just beneath the tip. Your tongue explored his shaft, moving around and under, tracing the prominent vein, finally reaching the head and swirling around it. It was moist, and the salty flavor was a delightful sensation, spilling all over your tongue. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you took him between your swollen lips, bobbing your head back and forth eagerly, moaning around him.

Dabi's sharp intake of breath signaled the pleasure coursing through him as he felt your lips on his dick. "That's it, dirty whore, suck that fat cock."

You sucked and licked, the intensity of his moans guiding the rhythm of your movements. The sweet labor of tasting your boyfriend drove you into a state of pure ecstasy.

With a resounding pop sound, you withdrew his dick from your mouth, using one hand to jerk it, spreading your saliva across the length of his shaft. Pressing the erect member against his abdomen, you then lowered your head to cradle his heavy balls in your mouth, delicately pressing on them with your tongue.

"Fuck," he growled, closing his eyes for a moment. "You're a fucking whore. My private fuck toy. You're nothing more than a whore, spreading your legs so willingly f'me right now. Look at you. And two days ago you were whining that you're not ready to let me fuck you just yet. Pathetic."

His lewd words elicited a moan from you as you resumed the task of sucking his cock. Ensuring to swirl your tongue around the head, you then proceeded to kiss along the vein running beneath the shaft before you pushed his dick back into your mouth, bobbing your head eagerly.

Suddenly, Dabi reached down, seizing your arm and pulling you up. "Enough, cunt. Time to fuck that pretty, little cunt, yeah?"

"I am so ready for you to fill my belly with your fat cock, daddy," your words quivered with desire.

Dabi grinned wryly. "You're a pathetic bitch, princess. You think with your fucking cunt. So disappointing."

Pressed against the wall, Dabi gripped one of your legs, lifting it up. In one fluid motion, he drove his cock deep inside you, easily bottoming out in your pussy.

"Dabi!" Your scream of pleasure echoed long and loud as the painful stretch overwhelmed your mind.

He lifted your other leg, picking you off the floor, impaling you against the wall, never losing the rhythmic, frantic thrusts.

One of your hands glided down from Dabi's shoulder to your wet clit, skillfully massaging it as he thrust into your pussy. He felt like a white-hot spear inside your pussy. You and Dabi stared into each other's eyes. Both your hands now rested on Dabi's shoulders. You arched your back, rolling your hips in his embrace to synchronize with each of his strokes. "More, more, more!" you begged, your tone pathetic.

Dabi encircled his arm around your ass, using his free hand to deliver a sharp slap to your face. "Look at me, bitch! Look at me!"

It proved challenging for you to maintain focus on his face, especially with every forceful thrust causing the aggressive tip of his cock to brush and nudge all the right spots deep within you. "I… I can't, D… Da…"

He didn't allow you to finish your sentence, responding by slapping your other cheek. "I. Said. Look. At. Me!"

Moaning unabashedly, like a cheap whore you apparently were in that moment, you gazed at him through teary eyes. The singular thought that occupied your mind was the anticipation of his cum, filling you to the brim.

Dabi intensified his rhythm, his buttocks flexing with each forceful thrust. He nibbled on the column of your neck, emitting guttural grunts. "Fucking bitch. Your cunt belongs to me. You belong to me. You fucking naughty whore."

In the final few thrusts, as Dabi's movements became increasingly erratic, he reached the peak of his release within the warmth of your pussy. "Take it, bitch, take it, take it," he growled through gritted teeth. The temperature of his skin soared, accompanied by wisps of dark smoke and the faint scent of burning flesh as he briefly lost the grip on his Blueflame quirk.

His hot seed spilled into your pussy, intensifying your own climax as your pussy clenched tightly around his throbbing shaft. "Dabi!!!" you screamed, the overwhelming sensations pushing you to the brink of consciousness, making it difficult to catch your breath.

Dabi lowered one of your legs, and then the other. Clinging to each other, you leaned against the wall, neither trusting your legs to support you. Dabi's semen mixed with your juices slowly traced down your shaking legs, leaving a trail of slickness in its wake.

Dabi cradled your chin between his thumb and forefinger, planting a tender kiss on your lips. "Now, you've been the good girl you are, princess. Satisfied with the fucking celebration?"

You trailed a series of soft kisses along the contours of his sharp jawline. "Yes, but… are you still upset with me, Dabi?"

Dabi scoffed, theatrically rolling his eyes. "No. I fucked away all the stress, yeah?"

"You burned my favorite panties," you complained, making a sad face.

He leaned down to hoist his pants back up, tucking his flaccid cock back into its confines and adjusting them before fastening the belt. "I'll buy you a new pair, just stop whining."

Dabi flopped onto his bed, sliding both hands under his head as he gazed up at the cracks on the ceiling.

Climbing onto the bed, you curled into a ball by his side, resting your head on his chest, attuning yourself to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "I'm sorry for riling you up."

"It's fine," he grumbled. "Let's not talk about that, doll."

A few moments of silence hung in the air before you whispered, "I just want you to know that I genuinely love you, every fiber of your being."

Dabi remained unresponsive initially, but after a prolonged and piercing silence, he wrapped his arm around you, leisurely stroking your shoulder. "Thanks, doll face. I love you too."

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