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Salvation

Dabi x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: roughly 7.2K

⇢header: by extremely talented @/airanke pls follow

⇢ plot: having birthed the perfect child to Shouto and Enji, you should call yourself happy. But you aren’t, keeping a secret that could mean ruin. But then a public revelation sends your life spiraling into chaos.

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, this is more mpwsp (mostly plot with some porn), domestic violence, yelling, abusive behavior, some smut, thigh-riding, kissing, consensual sex, fluff and lots of emotions

Personal note: this turned out way more soft and longer than intended. But, after the last chapter reveals I need some comfort. I had no beta - pls ignore mistakes!

Prequel: Ruined

Fast little pat pats of tiny feet echoed through the garden as a young boy came running around the corner, white thick hair bobbing in the wind. Bursting with delight, he chattered to himself, observing a butterfly settled on a hydrangea, all giggles as the winged insect descended into the air, the beating wings capturing his mind.

Sunlit skyscrapers pierced the hot, cloudless sky, the high-pitched buzzing sound of the cicadas echoed through the gardens. The afternoon sun bathed the buildings in its warm light while the little boy chased after the butterfly, bouncing, squealing, unaware of being watched by a pair of brilliant sapphire eyes.

Eyes that were hidden under the hood of a black sweater. The person stepped out of the shadows of the building across the compound and up the fence, intently watching the boy.

The butterfly came to a rest on the flower field that framed the fence, right in front of the man. The boy came to a stop and stared at the hooded person. He had eyes that shined like the aquamarines and a smile that ignited something inside the man. Something he couldn’t quite put a name on and wasn’t sure if he wanted to experience.

“Why do you dress like that – are you cold?“ The young boy asked, interrupting the man’s thoughts.

“I’m never cold.” The man chuckled lowly, more of a warm rumble, “But I don’t look like a normal person.”

The boy stepped into the flowerbed, scaring the insect into the air, and placed his hands on the fence, standing on his tiptoes to get a better view.

“I don’t think you’re scary. Can I see?” A wide smile spread across his face, as he reached out his small hand.

The man pulled the hoodie back and revealed snow-white hair, bright cerulean eyes and dark marred patches on his face.

“Can I touch?” the little boy asked, eyes glancing up at him.

“Of course,” his hoarse voice spoke with a soft undertone as he leaned forward.

Placing his small chubby hands on the man’s face, the little fingers felt the leathery ridged of the burnt skin, the sharp silvery staples and soft skin adjacent to it. A soft smile started to form on the man’s lips.

“You look like me!” The boy pointed at his hair, “Prettiest blue eyes, Mama always says.”

“Is that so—”, the man mused, “So tell me, what’s your name?

"Daikin. What’s your name?” He asked, lowering his hands down onto the fence again, as his innocent, bright eyes looked up at the man.

“Dabi,” the slender guy hummed, straightening up.

“Da-di?” the boy answered.

A chuckle left Dabi, “Could call me that.”

“Da-di” excitement was written across the boy’s face as he lifted his hands and asked, “Wanna see something cool?”

“Sure,” Dabi laughed lowly, obviously amused by the cheeriness of the boy, corners of his lips curling up into a smirk.

Tiny cyan sparks started flickering in the boy’s palm, still small, immature – yet promising to be powerful just like his dad’s one day, “Look!”

Daikin’s skin was unfazed by the blistering heat, an inherited trait by his mother.

Dabi laughed lowly as he replied, “Guess what?” and held his hand next to the boys.

A blue flame appeared in its palm, strong, brilliant, flames licking hungrily up into the air.

“Woah, cool!” the boy beamed, sparks in his hand falling silent and forgotten over the man’s ones.

“Gotta get going, lil one.” The flame died in Dabi’s hand and he ruffled Daikin’s white hair, pulling back, taking a few loose strands with him.

“You gonna come back?” Daikin looked up at him with his huge eyes, bearing pure innocence.

“Yeah,” Dabi pulled the hoodie back over his head and stepped back from the fence, “Promised.”

The little boy watched him disappear down the street and around the closest corner, on tiptoes, neck craned, before dropping back on his heels to take up the pursuit of the butterfly, soon forgetting about the little encounter.

Even though he had been your crush ever since you remembered, being married to Shouto was different. He was kind and gentle and a good husband. Everyone said you looked good together. That you were perfect for each other. That you fit.

But – there was no love.

You began to notice these changes gradually. Over the course of the first year, it became increasingly clear that you didn’t share as many of the same views, and your feelings for each other were unreciprocated. Intimacy between you was reduced to sleeping with each other once a month – if at all – leaving you utterly unsatisfied.

Shouto overcompensated with long hours at work, leaving hardly any time for you and his personal life. Not even for Daikin. Although you treated each other with deep respect, it left you and your son at the full mercy of Enji.

Commenting on every step of yours, always criticizing Daikin’s education. Accusing you of treating Daikin too softly, of sensitizing the boy too much. He defamed you in front of him, belittling your feelings. Yet, no one else in the house dared to speak up against Enji, fearing his rage too much.

You loathed it. And that feeling of despair soon grew into full hate.

Yet, Daikin and Shouto bound you to this abusive man, with no hope for salvation.

***

It was the middle of the week, the entire family had come together for dinner. There was the faint sound of Hashi clacking, the soft chattering of those present, just loud enough to drown out the sound of the TV running in the back. As Rei passed the bowl with the soba noodles, the screen of the TV started to flicker.

Daikin just opened his mouth with a big aaaahhh so you could feed him the Soba– when a familiar, low hoarse voice rang through the room.

"I, Touya Todorki, was born as the eldest son of Enji Todoroki.”

The entire room fell into stunned silence as all heads turned and focused on the screen. It displayed a young white-haired man, sitting on a couch with his shirt and jacket off, showing his torso, painfully bearing the burn marks and staples adorning his beaten body.

A clattering noise sounded as your chopsticks dropped to the floor while Daikin happily squeaked “Da-di!”

You watched as Touya confessed to being a serial killer and that his motivation was his abusive dad, power-hungry, willing to do anything to surpass All Might. Even willing to forcibly marry a woman to birth him offspring with a stronger Quirk than his opponents. To finally surpass him.

Touya looked up into the camera, seemingly staring directly at you, your breathing constricted and shallow when he uttered the next words.

“Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?” His eyes had a chilling spark in them.

He continued that although born as a result of Enji’s selfish dream, he was deemed a failure and tossed aside at a young age.

His turquoise eyes snapped up and chills spread down your body as he further proclaimed, “I am here tonight to show everyone that Enji is a failure, that his grandson Daikin is not Shouto's– but of my flesh and blood.”

Rei’s hand shot up to cover her mouth as all sounds faded around you, overpowered by a deafening high-pitched ringing in your ears.

Everyone remained silent while Touya laid out the results of the paternity test, revealing the true identity of Endeavor’s grandson– with him being the father of the child, not his brother Shouto.

The interruption was cut short when the pause picture faded in, the sound being muted.

“Fuyumi, would you please bring Daikin to bed,” Rei spoke with a gravel tone, her daughter wordlessly standing up, lifting your son out of his high chair.

Your breath came in tight hitches, you felt like you couldn’t breathe like you were choking. Your chest heaved in shallow breaths, as your vision slowly turned blurry, the room starting to spin.

As soon as the Shoji closed behind Fuyumi and Daikin, the room erupted in chaos.

Enji jumped to his feet, slamming his fist on the table, his roar echoing through the room, “You fucked a villain?”

“Enji, keep it down please.” Natsui pleaded.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Turning towards you, Enji continued yelling, “I demand an explanation, woman!”

Shouto’s hand came to rest on your knee, squeezing it lightly to give you some reassurance while Enji kept shouting at you.

“Dad,” Shouto growled, “Watch it.”

“I-I—” you stuttered, tears shooting into your eyes as you swallowed down the bile rising up your throat, a deep coldness shooting down your bowel.

"You let Dabi knock you up,” His voice roared through the room, “And lied to us about it?”

Rei interrupted, “Watch the language, Enji!”

“Shut the fuck up, Rei! That greedy whore deserves it.“ He leashed out, tears now falling freely down your cheeks at his words, “And Daikin— he’s a defilement to me.”

“Enji, cut it out,” Rei yelled back, hysterical.

“Call him that again and you’ll have to deal with me,” Shouto replied, voice calm yet threateningly low, “I still consider him family. Especially so, when he’s my brother’s son.”

“He’s just a boy!” You finally managed to bring out, trembling, unable to hide the growing anger, hands balled to a fist underneath the table.

“Don’t talk to me, you disgust me.” Enji’s face turned cold, as cold as his eyes. “Get out of my face.”

Slowly, you stood up, Shouto pleading to please stay. A hollowness and bitterness started spreading through your body as you turned around, lips trembling when you stepped away from the table.

Rei and Shouto both called out after you to stay but your feet and body didn’t abide. Mechanically, your legs took you past the Shoji into the hallway.

Just as you closed the screen behind you Enji growled, “And don’t you and that mutt dare show yourself around me again.”

***

Your hands flew up over your ears as you tried to block out everyone’s yelling. Your eyes were puffy, red, and brimmed with tears. Your lips were marred and bloodied from continuous worrying. The sound of the Shoji opening and closing had your bloodshed eyes turn up as soft steps approached you.

It was Shouto. He crouched down in front of you, his hands coming to a rest on your knees, running gentle circles along your skin. Looking at you with his mismatched eyes, his dark smooth voice asked “Hi honey, how are you?”

You shook your head, fresh tears trailing down your already wettened cheeks.

“Wanna tell me your side of the story?“ He didn’t press you about it, giving you time to decide, "I won’t judge you—”

Faintly nodding, you took a deep, shaky inhale before starting to talk. About that fateful night, your fear of getting rejected and humiliated and your decision to heal your wounds. Shouto listened with the stoic calm that you learned to appreciate so much over the past years.

“It’s ok, baby, it’s ok,” his words rang in your ears as another heavy sob shook your body and you leaned into him, his arms closing around you.

For days you hid in the Abode, while Touya’s revelations made the headlines and the world erupted around you. Every newspaper and tabloid in the country wanted a piece of you, calling you a whore, a working girl. A slut.

It was all over the news, the radio, the TV. There was no way of escaping it, with the paparazzi camping out in front of the Abode, trying to get a picture of the woman who everyone called a "villain’s whore.”

To save the family’s reputation, the Endeavor Agency released an official statement blaming everything on memory loss that occurred after you were taken against your will and suffered post-traumatic stress disorder.

The next few days were like a fog, your whole body feeling numb and the world around you drowning in an emotional blur. You were trapped in a situation with no way out, not able to leave the house anymore.

It took some time to resume your normal routine– trying to get up, acting normal– all that while your heart was being ripped out of your chest, constantly fearing the onset of an attack by Enji. You had been confining yourself and Daikin to your room, leaving only when utterly necessary. It wasn’t a permanent solution– but for now, it helped you avoid Enji and his rage.

***

Kneeling on the Tatami mats, you were putting away the freshly laundered clothes in the Tansu when you heard the Shoji opening behind you.

Spinning around, you just saw Daikin running down the Engawa.

You took out after him but it was already too late.

”Ojii-san,“ you heard the little squeaking and a cold chill crept up your spine.

Turning the corner you saw Enji standing a few rooms further down, disgust written on his face as he watched Daikin running toward him.

"Daikin, stay back!”, you called out, running after him, but it was already too late.

As soon as the little boy was about to throw his arms around the huge man’s legs, Enji shoved him carelessly away. The young boy stumbled and hit the floor, as a thundering voice sounded from above, “I’m not your Ojii-san–”

Daikin started crying, Enji’s hostile turquoise glare on him, and you watched in horror while he started raising his hand, teeth bared.

“Daikin,” you sobbed as you stumbled up to him, wrapping your body protectively around the hysterical boy, vision blinded by tears.

And then Enji’s hand struck– hard, merciless. The pain blew up in your head with a terrifying blankness. You winced and started to quiver, while Daikin shook and cried in your hold, shielded by your body. You shushed in his ear, your soothing sound calming the shaking boy, your entire mind focusing on protecting him.

Enji’s face contorted with rage as he growled dangerously, “Bastards!” and his hand came down on you again.

Unbeknown to all, there was yet another pair of strikingly cyan eyes watching the scene, a cell phone recording everything.

”Gotcha…” a hoarse voice muttered as the man kept watching the activities from afar, recording Enji’s hand coming down onto you over and over again.

When Enji stopped his assault and walked off, you picked up the frightened, crying boy and stumbled on shaking legs back into the house. The secret onlooker watched silently, eyes hardened and narrowed into slits.

Sitting on the creaky bed in a dingy room, Dabi went through the footage again, his marred lips pressed tightly together. A low growl reverberated through him when he zoomed in on the video, observing the frightened look on the boy’s face.

Dabi’s jaw tensed, as memories from his subconsciousness resurfaced – the agony, anguish he experienced so many years ago, resulting in this disfigured body and tormented mind.

He abruptly stopped the video and dialed a number.

After it rang a few times someone picked up and Dabi rasped, “Tomoyasu? I’ve got another job for you.”

This time, the public didn’t show any pity after the new video was broadcasted across the country. Enji’s rankings plummeted to zero and the commission revoked his hero license. His job as the CEO of Endeavor Agency was terminated and Shouto took over.

As the next days and weeks went by, you and your husband came to terms with an end to the relationship, to the marriage. And even though you and Shouto parted on good terms, as friends, you were granted primary parenting rights for your son. While a restraining order was put on Enji, Shouto agreed that he would take over the boy’s training.

Moving out of the Abode and into your own apartment was the next liberating step toward a new life. Yet, there was a certain sadness and loneliness casting a heavy curtain over you.

And you couldn’t figure out why.

The stars illuminated the sky and the chilly wind made you tug your scarf tighter around your neck as you walked toward your new home. Returning from the grocery store, you had lost track of time. The babysitter was probably worrying herself sick already.

The moon cast dark shadows on the streets while your footsteps on the cold concrete echoed off the buildings, unknowingly announcing your arrival to anyone in a several meter radius. Setting the heavy bags of groceries on the, you wiped a loose strand of hair back that had fallen into your face.

A calloused hand slipped over your mouth, dragging you back into the shadows between two buildings. Your muffled screams echoed down the dingey alley, as an arm wound around your waist and pressed you against a body. A very hot and firm male body.

“Hi doll,” a low voice rasped right into your ear. “Happy to see me again?”

You writhed in his hold, knowing too well who was confining you, recollecting it from three years ago.

Screams muffled by his hand, your struggle soon lost its venom, with Dabi pressing you against him until you stilled in his embrace.

The low timbre of his voice grated in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “I’ll release you now. No screaming or else– you remember, right?”

He removed his hand from your face and blistering heat hit your skin as a cyan flame appeared in his palm.

Shoulders low in defeat, you whispered. “What do you want from me–”

The flames disappeared, his warm lips grazed the shell of your ear, lingering there when he rasped, “I just want to hold the mother of my child.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at his words, fresh tears pebbling on your lash line. It was a tiny shudder at first, growing into uncontrollable sobbing. The hurt in your heart escalated from a dull throb to a burning, glaring pain – faster than a lightning bolt.

Dabi hadn’t anticipated this degree of emotional expression, of vulnerability. He swallowed hard, yet the growing lump in his throat persisted.

“Shh-” He hushed, holding your shaking figure closer, hoping his body heat would help you quiet down.

A sudden rush of adrenaline pulsed through your veins, giving your body back its strength and you pushed yourself off of him, spinning around to face him.

“How dare you fuck me and then be like this!” You howled in agony, “I hate Enji– I hate you!”

You started throwing your fisted hands at him, nails cutting into your palms at each impact, drawing blood. They were weak compared to what his body and strength could do. Yet, there was something in that pain, something so familiar. Dabi watched. He watched your eyes. Then he knew.

It was the same ache he felt when he was younger. When he was abandoned, left to die and be forgotten. He saw his own suffering in your eyes and then he realized it. He had done wrong.

And he deserved your hate.

"You fucking ruined my life!” Your frail body shook with each sob that rippled through you, fists continuing to pound against his chest– and his lean and scarred frame took each hit of yours, not flinching once, not backing away.

Eventually, your punches became fewer, exhaustion took over, and your arms dropped down. Dabi closed in, wrapping his arms around you, pressing you against his hot body.

Tugged against his chest, your sobs were muffled by his loose shirt, your tears and spit leaving damp cloudy spots.

“Why me?” You choked out, your voice groggy and thick with fatigue.

A soothing low baritone started shushing you, fingers carefully sliding through your hair. You inhaled, shakily and the scent of him, masculine, smokey and warm, spread like a drug through your mind. All previous tension faded as you relaxed in Dabi’s hold, your sobs turning into deep calm heaves, your eyes fluttering shut.

You felt drained, exhausted, the only thing keeping you up was the man who caused this devastation to begin with. Who took you against your will. The father of your child.

Fingers digging into his shirt, you nuzzled into his chest, his scent calming your nerves. He sighed into your hair, his breath hot against your scalp.

You stayed like this, time seeming to fade.

“Jerk,” you muttered quietly, breaking the silence.

He hummed with approval.

“Fucking jerk,” you corrected, sniffling into his shirt.

“Much better,” he chuckled, a hand gently running down your back.

He rested his chin on your hair, inhaling your scent and he wondered why he hadn’t noticed before how heavenly it was – airy, warm, of flowers and honey. He closed his eyes, savoring each breath. It touched something deep inside of him he hadn’t felt for years.

He held you tight, almost afraid that you might break, and his traitorous heart started aching for some reason. Feeling a strange connection building between you, he suddenly felt like he was suffocating.

He needed to leave – right now.

He quickly shoved you away, almost too harsh, your face shot up, teary eyes wide with surprise as he just muttered “Need to go—” before turning on the spot and walking away, hastily, ragged coat flapping behind him.

As he turned the corner and left you standing with nothing, emptiness flooded your heart.

And you were confused.

More so than before.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later that yet another revelation was made, when Shouto stepped up to the microphone before the cameras, publicly coming out. It was the last nail in his dad’s coffin, for Enji had known about his son’s sexual orientation all along, yet still insisted on pairing him with a woman. “To save face,” as Shouto later explained.

This finally shifted the focus away from you and Daikin – onto Shouto and his new partner, fellow hero Izuku Midoriya.

Life became normal again – still, loneliness lay heavy on your heart even though you told yourself that you were done loving. That the only love in your life was your son, Daikin.

So why did your heart keep leading your thoughts back to that fateful moment in the alleyway with Dabi – his scent, his warmth? The way he made you feel so comforted even though he was the one having ruined you?

Because maybe you were thankful for it.

Because now you felt more free and alive than ever before.

The crickets were playing their daily concert, and the door to the balcony was open to welcome their mesmerizing symphony. There was a sweetness in the cool evening air, a welcoming change to the hot summer days as it wafted over your exposed skin. Brushing your hands down your summer dress, you savored the feeling of the light fabric hugging your curves. You inhaled deeply and a certain calm rose, filling you with ease– still, there was this constant longing in your heart, that you didn’t know how to soothe.

Standing in the kitchen, cleaning the last dishes away, you looked out the window, trees swaying gently in the dark, the few street lights illuminating the sidewalk faintly. Daikin had just fallen asleep in his bedroom and it was time to get the place tidied up.

“Hi doll,“ a husky voice sounded behind you and you froze.

It was him. Someone you hadn’t seen in months and weren’t expecting to either. Dabi.

Your hands fell down your side and you slowly turned around. He had just stepped through the open balcony door, his lips in a cocky smirk as looked at you.

"What are you doing here,” You shot him a harsh glare.

“I wanted to see you again.” His hand rose to lazily scratch at the back of his neck, sapphire eyes roaming across the room, lingering here and there on one of the many framed pictures of you and Daikin.

“Well, I don’t want to see you – so get out.” the slight anger in your voice unmistakable.

He strutted over to the couch, ignoring the unspoken tension between you both and slumped down on it, crossing his long slender legs with a smooth move. He rested his elbows on the back of the couch and cocked his head, cracking a grin.

“Make me.” Dabi deadpanned, that stupid handsome smirk of his growing wider by the second.

You just stood there, anger curling your hands into fists, lips twitching with frustration. But then you relaxed and started picking up the toys scattered around the room and approached him.

“Wanna stay? Well, then—,” you dropped the toys in his lap, “Make yourself useful – as a dad – and bring this into Daikin’s room.”

With that, you turned to leave toward the bathroom. Dabi’s hand slowly brushed over the soft plushies. After a few moments, he unwrapped his long legs and stood up, heaving a sigh.

He made his way to a door with a blue butterfly on it and pressed the toys to his chest while opening it with his free hand.

Behind it was a small room, dimly lit by a blue flame-shaped night light. As far as he could see it was subtly decorated, pastels colors, mainly blue hues. He stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him, hearing Daikin softly breathing in his sleep.

It was well kept and he placed the toys in a box to his right. Then the unique scent hit him. The room smelled almost sweet and milky, a hint of vanilla – like the fragrance of innocence and childhood.

It felt comforting and an unknown feeling filled his mind and soul. Something that went straight to his heart and unknowingly bound him to the little life in front of him.

He stepped up to the bed, watching the sleeping child below him. He lay sprawled out on his back, head turned to the side, his silky white hair like a fluffy pillow around his head. His chest rose and fell softly with every breath.

Dabi’s hand came to hover over the boy’s tiny body, too afraid to touch. Too afraid that this was just a dream, a hallucination. Too afraid to see bruises and burns on the little boy’s skin, that the painful screaming would unearth again, that the scent of burnt skin would scorch his nostrils.

Because why would life suddenly be granting him things when he had always just experienced neglect and suffering.

He blinked and the vision was gone as quick as it had surfaced. And he just stared at a peacefully sleeping, perfect little boy.

His son.

His hand breached the distance and fingers gently touched the warm tiny chest, palm carefully flattening on it, relishing the warmth and gentle motions of it. The boy mumbled in his sleep, little pudgy hands coming up to tenderly rest on Dabi’s.

He swallowed hard, as his heart filled with an unknown ache, a feeling that made his hair stand on end, his skin tingle. A drop of blood started to trickle down his cheek.

Slowly, as not to disturb the little boy’s slumber, he removed his hand and wiped the droplet off, before stepping toward the door and exiting the room.

You were standing in the small kitchen again, putting away the last clean dishes.

“Now what?” Dabi stood in the middle of the room, hands in his pocket, his turquoise eyes flashing up at you.

There was something about the rasp in his voice. It released something inside of you that needed only his attention. It made little goosebumps ripple all over your body and your core tingle. And you didn’t want to –no– couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Without turning around you spoke, “If you wanna make yourself useful again, sit down on the couch.”

So he did, sitting down on the couch, arms resting on his knees, hands intertwined. He expectantly looked up at you.

You came up to him, stopping right before him, lifting your leg to hook it over his side, sliding into his lap.

One corner of his mouth curled up slightly, smoldering turquoise eyes lazily lidded as he leaned back, hands coming to a rest on the curve of your hips. He was clearly enjoying where this was heading.

Carding your hands through his raven hair you gripped it tightly and pulled his head back, lifting yourself up to tower over him. A breathy low chuckle left him as he looked straight into your eyes above him.

You watched him intently for a few moments before breaking the silence, “I want you to make me cum. So hard that it makes me forget my name.”

You weren’t asking, you were demanding it.

It took a few moments for him to react, but then he gave you a slight tilt of his head, a low hum rippling past his lips, “Anything for you, doll.”

When you lowered yourself onto his lap again, your hips started sliding up and down his crotch, the coarse fabric of his pants pressing against your clothed core. You couldn’t help the heat that crawled up your skin and warmed your cheeks as you felt his hardness bulging against your sensitive parts.

His hands found purchase on your hips, pulling you closer, barely grazing over the edges of your panties. Guiding your moves, you continued getting lost in each other’s eyes. Bucking his hips up, he increased the friction on your aching sex, sending ripples of pleasure through your lust-hungry body.

You began to focus on your own pleasure as you started to move your body against his, your arousal dripping through your panties and patching his pants. Heat pooled in your belly as you continued to grind yourself down against him, rolling your hips as you felt that pressure on your clit increase.

Desire spiked within your nerves, your whole body started to tingle, your combined effort had you hovering over the edge in no time.

Dragging yourself back and forth, you basked in the sensation, throwing your head back as you used his body to get yourself off.

Your lips parted in a soft moan as you felt your orgasm cascade through you in rippling waves. Your thighs tightened against the side of his hips, while he kept guiding your hips along his crotch, prolonging your much-needed climax.

After the ripples of pleasure subsided, you slumped down with quivering thighs, your head resting against his shoulders.

Dabi just waited, giving you a moment to recover, your breath hot against his neck. His smirk grew wide when you lifted yourself up from his lap to crouch down between his spread legs and scooted forward.

Your hands trailed up his thighs, over the now wet stain on his clothed bulge up to the white belt. Nimble fingers slowly undid it, opening the buttons on his pants next. He lifted his hips so you could scoot them down a bit. After he sat down again, your fingers hooked under the waistband of his boxers, peeled them down far enough for his cock to spring out and slap against his navel.

He watched your expression and chuckled just a little as you heaved a light sigh. Taking in his size, the faint scattering of hair leading up to it, your tongue snaked out to wet your bottom lip, lust-blown pupils giving away your growing desire.

“I’m not doing this for you.” You said next, your eyes meeting his, “Only for my own pleasure, understood?”

A smirk tugged at his lips as he relaxed while you wrapped your palm around his thick, pierced girth, slowly sliding up and down his length.

Leaning down, you ran the pad of your tongue along the underside of his shaft. Licking up, over each barbell, you reached his tip. Gathering his pre-cum glistening around the metal ring against your tongue, you savored its sweet saltiness and you dipped your tip in his slit to taste even more of it.

You slowly took his cock inside of your mouth, circling your tongue around its head before pushing more inside. Your eyes fluttered shut as you began to bob your head along his length, your cheeks hollowing as you picked up a steady pace. Your hand moved to steady yourself on his thighs, taking him deeper with each move down.

Then you paused, your eyes tilting up towards him, pupils dilated behind thick lashes when you sank down on him, slacking your jaw as his cock breached your throat.

A loud groan pulled its way up Dabi’s throat, his eyes fluttering shut as his head fell back.

Taking in his entire length, over and over again, Dabi’s breathing quickened as his fingers gently weaved through your hair while lazily watching your movements.

“Just like that,” he shivered as you slipped him again deep down your throat.

Shifting his hips to sink in deeper, you gagged and sputtered around him, savoring the feeling of his cock filling your mouth. It felt so wet and hot, his groins started tightening as you continued the slow but steady pace, a mixture of drool and precum dripping down your chin.

He had never met anyone enjoying this as much as you did, eyes closed, getting high on the feeling of his hot thickness sliding along your wet muscle, the piercings like velvet against it.

“Girl, want me to cum already?” He groaned in warning, moving his hands to your cheeks as he pulled you off him with a wet plop.

You glanced up, a string of saliva connecting your spit-covered lips with the head of his cock. They slightly parted as you panted for air and you raised your hand to wipe them off with the back of it.

With a swift move, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it next to the couch, feeling your fingers tugging his pants down. With a lift of his hips and a kick of his legs, they were joining the growing pile on the ground.

Your hand slipped underneath your dress and he watched intently as you pulled your white cotton panties down, drenched with your arousal. He lifted you with ease, moving you back down on his hips.

“Lift your arms,” he spoke softly, his voice low and seductive.

You did as asked and he slid your dress off, revealing the simple white cotton bra underneath. It perfectly hugged your breasts, lining the shape of them and he hummed in approval. His lips came to rest on your warm flesh, tongue lapping out to taste your skin.

Even though his cock was pulsing hot with desire, he took his time to undo the clasp of the bra, dropping it down to the floor.

His tongue swirled and flicked over one pert bud and he latched onto it, sucking on your perfect tit. His other hand came up to tease your other nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger as you continued to writhe against him.

You carefully palmed up his broad chest, over every marred ridge and glistening staple until your hands found purchase on his shoulders, steadying yourself.

His hand cupped the base of his cock, pointing it upwards while you aligned yourself. He inhaled a sharp breath as you sank down, a long needy whine sounding as his pierced tip breached your entrance.

“So fucking tight–“ he bit back a moan as your walls started to squeeze him.

You slowly began to roll your hips against him, trying to get accustomed to the stretch, taking more and more with each of your moves. When you had his thick cock inside of you down to the base, you stilled, panting heavily. The piercings added just enough stimulation that it had you close to the edge already.

After a few moments, the pain of being stretched slowly faded into a gentle throb between your thighs. You sighed when you finally began to move against him, grinding against his pelvis, a lustful aaahhh pulled from your lips, sinking his hard girth into your wet heat, over and over again.

You picked up an even pace, just a slow push and pull. Dabi watched intently at how your breasts subtly bounced with each thrust, a raspy breath coming from him “Shit, that’s so hot.”

But you weren’t responding, too immersed in the feeling of him stretching you out, his piercings rubbing along your spongy walls, each drag of his cock applying just the right pressure against that one special area.

He kept his grip on your hips, letting you move at a pace you desired, tears blanking your vision as you selfishly worked yourself towards another orgasm.

You arched your back, his tip starting to hit that special spot over and over again. With his hands still on your hips, guiding you, he peeled one off to pay attention to your throbbing clit, for once not thinking about his own pleasure first.

One swift stroke of his thumb was enough to make you whimper and jolt. He continued, totally in awe as you slowly came undone on his cock, little ah ah ahs falling from your lips, eyes fluttering shut as your head fell back, mouth open and tears falling down your cheeks.

He couldn’t help it, he thought you looked so beautiful at that moment.

When your orgasm crashed down on you, every nerve ending in your body exploded, ecstasy barrelling through you. A whine left your mouth that Dabi swore was the sexiest sound he had ever heard – it was long, drawn-out – all while he felt your wet walls pulse around him.

The sound sent a jolt of heat straight into his pelvis and it took all his willpower not to piston into you right then and there and fill you with his seed. Instead, he held you steady by your hips, guiding you through your high, working you through your release.

Your body began to shudder and you collapsed forward, sweaty chest pressed against his, eyes still closed. His palms curled around your butt cheeks as he lifted you with him, his erect cock still buried deep inside of you while he carried you to the bedroom.

Gently laying your body on the sheets, he took you in, so beautiful, eyes hazy, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body, chest heaving with exhausted huffs of breath.

Looking up at him with clouded eyes it came as a surprise to him as you whispered, “Kiss me.”

And he did.

Lips finding each other, you started to exchange open-mouthed kisses. You tasted so sweet, your breath an ambrosia– heavenly, unlike anything he had ever tasted. He dipped his tongue past your parted lips; tasting you– and you tasted him back, your tongue lapping over his lips, mouth closing around his pink muscle and sucking on it. The kiss was ripe with hunger, a desperate need hiding in it as you eagerly gripped his hair, pressing yourself against him with an insatiable hunger, his cock twitching violently inside you.

The plowing pleasure went straight into his head while you moaned against his lips, your insides, your entire body still so oversensitive from your first orgasm.

He started moving, but he wasn’t quick about it. He wanted to cherish it, cherish the feeling of being buried so deep inside of you that his tip gently kissed your cervix each time your hips joined.

This wasn’t just fucking.

Not even sex.

It was something else, something more.

He couldn’t put a word to the sensation– but it rose from deep inside, starting to fill him out, making him feel a tightness in his chest that he had never before experienced.

Was it love?

His head dizzied with those thoughts, his mind overtaken, drugged by all that was you. Sweat started dripping down his temples, making his hair stick to his forehead and cheeks. But he didn’t care. The view in front of him had him spellbound– your eyes closed with bliss, a rosy hint on your heated cheeks, repeating his name with each of his thrusts.

You were delirious by now, whimpers leaving your lips as tears dripped down your temples. Each time his sweaty hips made contact with yours, it sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, one that only grew more intense as he gradually picked up the pace.

It started as a tickle and soon turned into an all-consuming raging fire. With every rut of his against your pelvis, the burn spread throughout your body, your legs and arms up to your throat. The heat crept up your face and when it hit your brain, ecstasy barrelled through you.

Dabi watched you as you keened, back arching and a high moan sounded through the room as you came.

He barely heard it when you sobbed his name, too caught up in how a pang hit his heart, making him gasp for air. Dabi buried his face into the crook of your neck, heat rushing from his heart to his head, clouding his thoughts.

“Fuck—“ he shuddered.

The feeling of you pulsing around him, your walls contracting seemingly without end sent him right off the edge, joining you in your bliss. You were whimpering below him as he felt his balls tighten and the knot inside him burst, releasing all his hot, thick cum inside of you.

His thrusts weakened and then he collapsed on top of you, holding your trembling body against his own. He found your face and kissed you, soft and longing, your breath sweet and airy in his lungs, his cock still sensitive and twitching inside of you.

Although your body was still hot from your orgasm, it almost felt cold against his overheated one, and he savored it. Staying deeply settled inside of you, with his face buried in your hair, he held you against him as though you were the most precious thing in the world.

He nuzzled into your neck, his hands cradling your warm soft figure underneath him, the slight sheen of sweat on your bodies made you stick together comfortably. There was this unique scent that was just you - and it provided him long-needed comfort.

And then he heard it, almost a whisper when you asked “Can you stay please?”

It made him choke, the need in your voice so pure and honest that he had to swallow once, twice before being able to answer.

“Of course,” he placed a kiss against your warm skin, “I’m not going anywhere.”

With no recollection of how or why he had started to care so deeply for you, he knew at that moment he would do anything for you.

Because you deserved it.

Realizing that now was the time for salvation, he gently cupped your face. As your gaze met his, Dabi almost choked on his own words.

“Please forgive me,” he muttered quietly.

It took a while for you to answer. When you did, his heart dropped to his stomach.

“It’s ok, Dabi. I do—” you whispered, pulling him back into your arms, hearing him make a relieved sigh as he melted against your body.

Prequel: Ruined

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