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Rockstar Dabi (Touya) x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: roughly 5.5K

⇢ series plot: after receiving a VIP ticket to a concert of the most popular rock band, you go and it proves to be a life-changing event.

⇢ current plot: Ignoring Dabi's jealousy, Tenko approaches you for some help. Little did you both know that a pair of golden eyes are watching you.

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, kissing, fellatio (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation, unprotected consensual sex, creampie, orgasm, lots of dialogue, lots of hurt, angst and jelousy

Personal note: this is one step away from the finale! Again, a huge shout-out to @/hunajan for being my beta again!

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You had been on the road with the band for some time now, moving from city to city, staying with Dabi all the time. Each concert was still sold out, even though some tabloids caught on to Dabi and Keigo not being as intimate as they used to be on stage.

Ever since Dabi's dispute with Keigo and Tenko after the first concert you joined, life had become somewhat normal again. Tension had calmed down, almost as if nothing happened that one fateful night. Still, Keigo had been entirely avoiding contact with you and Tenko had withdrawn himself, not trying to provoke the tension between him and Dabi.

The latter didn't let you out of his sight, being overly protective over you, his behavior even bordering on obsessiveness. Still, he was caring and gentle and would go to extreme lengths devoting his entire time to you.

In a way, it was humbling, but you missed having some time to yourself. With the birthday of your room mate coming up, you planned on spending some time going shopping. Alone.

The soft sunlight falling through the curtains tickled you awake and you yawned, nestling your head even tighter against Dabi's warm chest. It felt so good, waking up with him every morning, his arms wrapped around you, the soft breathing of his against your hair, his scent engulfing you.

You tried to move, but your legs were tangled into a knot with his under the sheets. Dabi's breathing was calm, his arm wrapped around you as if he was afraid you could disappear. You kissed him on his warm chest, stroking his back.

As he slowly came to, his beautiful azure eyes opened, looking at you drowsily. He was adorable, so relaxed and exposed. Almost vulnerable. He was starting to stir, his feet stretching and toes curling as he slowly woke. His fingers started to draw little circles into your skin as he took a deep inhale, savoring your sweet scent.

It felt like you could do this for the rest of your life, with him, in his arms, skin against skin. You sighed and buried your face in his chest, not wanting this moment to pass.

"Morning babe," he murmured, noticing you were awake, his voice sleepy and thick.

"Hey baby," you pressed your lips against the soft skin on his chest. Your fingers started playing with the thin lines of dark hair that danced against his chest and he hummed in approval.

"So," you started, "Wanna get up?"

"No–" He chuckled, his smile so boyish and innocent while his grip on you tightened, "Wanna fuck…"

"You're impossible," you giggled against his warmth.

His low voice did something embarrassing to you, an ache growing between your legs, your thighs clenching and wetness pooling in your panties.

His stunning azure eyes were beautiful, his lips pressing gentle kisses to the supple skin of your neck as you craned it back, giving him ample access.

"Hmm," he hummed, kissing the skin of your neck, "You're simply too irresistible."

Stroking your cheek with his thumb he moved to brushing over your lips. Instantly parting them to take it inside your mouth, you started to suckle on it, rolling your tongue around it, while his mesmerizing eyes gazed at you.

“You're the only one I’m ever going to want–” he mumbled, "You know that, right?"

You shuddered an approving moan against his chest and he sighed with pleasure before slipping his free hand underneath the seam of your panties. Grazing your clit, he moved on to stroke over your puffy, wet folds.

"You're soaked, doll.” His morning voice sounded deep and husky, filled with nothing but passion and desire and it made your stomach flip with want.

When he started pulling down your panties and felt him growing hard against your thigh, it churned a blistering heat inside you.

After he slipped the soaked piece of fabric off your legs, he lifted it up to his nose, inhaling your scent before tossing it off to the side, his azure gaze not once breaking with yours.

He groaned as his palms slid underneath your shirt, explored your skin, stroking along your sides. Lifting your shirt above your head, he slipped it off and dropped it carelessly on the bed.

“You're perfect,” He sucked in a breath at the sight of your breasts, "Have I ever told you that?"

"Not enough -aaaah- times," you moaned as he started pressing gentle kisses against your soft nipple, his hand starting to caress your other breast.

Watching the way your sensitive bud stiffened, he repeated the motion on the other side. Large palms continued to grope your mounds as you let out an airy sigh.

When he languidly began to lap at your chest, you tightened your grip on the back of his head, groaning when you felt him drag his teeth gently against the sensitive nub before the flat of his tongue slid over it and sucked it into his mouth.

“Fuck, Dabi.” You mewled, feeling his tongue lash against your nipple and your eyes fluttered.

His cheeks hollowed as he began to suck hard on it and it sent jolts of pleasure through your body, heightening your arousal by the second. Cracking open your eyes, you saw him rut his hips in slow motions into the mattress, his dick hard against the mattress, his cock aching and his balls throbbing.

Dabi was seemingly just as aroused as you were from merely sucking your breast. Just as your walls started fluttering on the tell-tale sign of an impending orgasm, he pulled back from your breast with a pop. You wanted to complain but then you felt his fingers find their way down belly, stroking his warm palm over your soft mound and coming to a rest against your wet folds.

His fingers started to stroke against your slit before moving over to your clit, rubbing slow, steady circles against it. You gasped with pleasure and his eyes smirked mischievously at your reaction.

"Does that feel good?” He mused.

But you couldn't answer, arousal and embarrassment battling each other inside your body. Feeling him scoot down to nestle between your thighs, fingers circling your tight entrance.

"Dabi, I haven't showered…" you mewled indignantly, your body shivering at the sensation.

"I love the taste of you in the morning," he purred, feeling the tip of his index finger slip into your tight heat, your inner walls immediately clenching around him in anticipation.

His strong arms weaved under your thighs to hold your ass in his large palms, pulling you close against his eager mouth. Your eyes fluttered shut and you keened when you felt the flat of his tongue lick along your sex, gathering your essence on his tongue. Your sweet tangy taste ignited something feral inside him as a low growl vibrated in his throat. His balls started to ache, wanting to empty their load into you.

“Fuck, 's so delicious,” he murmured before diving in for more.

His finger started a relentless pace, first one, then two – and at last three. Curling them, he found the spongy spot in your walls that instantly ignited a white heat in your gut and made you arch your back

Your hands immediately looked for something to brace yourself against, your fingers weaving into his raven hair, fingernails dragging against his scalp. You moaned out loud as his nose bumped against your clit and you found yourself grinding against him. The heat between your legs turned blistering and you felt him move back up, his lips latching around your clit, his cheeks hollowing as he began to suck, lashing his tongue against the sensitive nub. He kept you steady as he alternated to lash his tongue against your sensitive nub before sucking at it while his fingers slid in and out of your tight heat.

“Oh, fuck.” You gasped, feeling the climax slowly starting to roll through you in soft waves.

Your lips parted as moans kept falling freely from your lips while you came undone on him. Bucking your hips, you ground them erratically against his mouth, riding out your high against his tongue and fingers, your hands instinctively kneading his hair.

As the waves of pleasure ebbed out, you tried to wiggle away from him. But Dabi kept his grip steady on your hips while he continued to work your clit in his mouth. It instantly made sparks of pleasure erupt through your body all over again. Your body tensed, legs trembling as the sensation became too overwhelming when he angled his fingers even further up, the tips digging onto your trembling walls.

“Dabi, wait-” You moaned, but couldn’t finish, your thighs starting to quiver as you felt another orgasm starting to tear through you.

The second climax crashed through you like a freight train, while Dabi continued to shamelessly lap at your folds, the lewd noises filling the hotel bedroom.

Finally, he pulled back from your sex, giving you the needed time to recover, while his fingers were stilll nestled knuckles-deep in your sex. Your breathing was heavy, your hand still tangled in his hair as you both shared a glance, a slight grin forming on both of your faces.

"Did so good for me." Licking his lips greedily, Dabi's face glistened with your slick as he asked cockily, smirking down at you, "How was I?”

You rolled your eyes at him before dropping your head back against the pillow, eyes fluttering shut. “Don't expect any praise from me–”

"Aww…" Mocking disappointment, he chuckled and pulled his fingers out with a wet sound, making you gasp at the sudden loss.

Reaching down, he pulled off his boxers to free his aching cock. "I'm seriously heartbroken."

Your head was still swimming, your body tingling with the afterglow of two mind-boggling orgasms. But it instantly cleared up as Dabi's large palms slipped underneath your legs, hoisting them up to bring your knees to your chest. Resting on his heels, his cock painfully twitched at the sight of your swollen, wet pussy.

Sliding his index finger along your drenched folds, he coated it with your juices, glistening in the low light of the bedroom.

He watched your folds flutter against his touch. "You ready?"

But he didn't wait for you to answer when he took his cock in his palm, running its spongy tip up and down your pussy for lubrication.

You whimpered as Dabi pressed the head of his cock against your eager hole, his fingers moving down to press gentle circles around your clit.

"Dabi, please, I can't, s'too much–'' you moaned, but ignoring your complaints he slowly started pushing his cock inside.

Dabi continued to slowly slide inside, His fingers holding the base of his cock, guiding himself inside you slowly as he tried hard not to cum immediately at the tightness as he bottomed inside you.

"Always taking me so well," Dabi groaned and pressed a sloppy kiss against your lips, stroking his fingers along your cheek.

Dabi slowly began to ease himself out of your tightness before pressing himself back in with shallow thrusts, the thick veins on his cock rubbing against your inner walls perfectly. The dull ache of the stretch was quickly forgotten when he found the tender spot he was looking for.

"How can you always be this tight?" His grip tightened on your legs as he increased his pace.

Beginning to pump himself inside you, you started to clench around him, moaning unabashedly, fingers curled into the fabric. You always felt so full with him inside of you, your core contracting as he started to increase the pace, your overstimulated body quivering underneath him.

Leaning all his weight into you, he pushed you down against the bed, your breasts bouncing up and down as he continued the quick pace.

"God, you're so fucking perfect," he muttered, cherishing the way you cried out for him, "You're the only one I want…"

Your mind was fuzzy, you could only focus on his heavy thrusts and the wet sound of his drenched balls slapping against your ass.

"Fuck, 's too good," he rasped, completely drunk on you as he pressed his thumb harder against your clit, watching your body writhe in pleasure.

You were a sobbing mess below him by now, your body shaking as yet another orgasm was building up rapidly. His eyes dropped down, glued to your pussy, watching it swallow greedily his fat cock.

“I'm gonna–" You managed to gasp out, the sounds coming from your spasming hole absolutely lewd, wet and messy.

"Shit yeah," a guttural groan left his lips at the sensation of you starting to pulsate around him, "Me too."

"Touya–" You whined, your nails digging into the sheets, as you felt your third orgasm starting to peak inside your belly.

He didn't let go of you as he set a brutal jackhammering pace.

"Fuck, fuck – fuck," he groaned and leaned down, biting hard into the supple skin of your shoulder, making you cry out for him.

Your vision went blurry, mouth open as you felt a powerful climax nearing. With a particularly strong rut of his, all your restraints snapped like a twig, waves of pleasure rolling over you and you came.

Trembling and moaning, you clawed at the sheets, insides twitching and contracting around him. Your lower half was shaking, squeezing his cock while you rode out your orgasm, moaning out his name as you convulsed against him.

Dabi kept pounding into you, his thumb continuing to roll over your clit while your lower half kept firing off jolts of pleasure through your body while you kept clenching violently around his cock buried deep inside you.

“Oh shit,” Dabi grunted, not being able to hold back either anymore.

He buried his head in the crook of your neck and thrust into you a few more times. Bottoming out inside of you, he finally found his own release, hips jerking sloppily a few more times before he stilled, buried deep inside of you and filling your womb with his hot creamy seed.

Your bodies still connected, you both slowly regained your breath, his lips nuzzled against your skin, starting to pepper soft kisses against it, while he stayed balls deep inside of you.

"I love you so much," he muttered against your sweaty skin.

Your heart stopped in that instant. You never expected –no– never anticipated to hear those three words from him. As the secondary ticked by you struggled to respond, trying to comprehend what he just said. But then you let your heart speak for you.

With your cheeks all aglow, you responded with an airy sigh, "I love you too."

Your words were magic to his ears, making him spellbound, and he held his breath, his heart pounding against his ribcage. Yet, instead of saying anything else, he closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of your skin, your hair. This was it, this was what he had always wanted, that he had always been searching for.

Eventually, he turned soft enough inside of you to slide out and he dropped into the sheets beside you. Turning your face towards him, your lips were wet from saliva, eyes puffy from crying.

"That was amazing." Dabi brushed your cheek and smiled at you, "You're mine, I'll never let you go."

After a few more minutes of simply cuddling and enjoying each other's warmth, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms, you asked again, "So, what's the plan for today?"

"Keigo and I have to meet, we have to work on some new songs…" Dabi crossed his arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling.

"Ok, sounds exciting…" grinning at him, you playfully kissed his bare chest, feeling the thin layer of sweat against your lips.

"Hmmm what about you? Wanna join?" His head turned, his azure eyes looking for yours.

"I'm going to the mall, shopping." You raised your gaze to meet his, "My roommate's birthday is coming up."

“You wanna go alone?" Dabi sat up, looking you over, "You could take a bodyguard with you."

"That's sweet baby, but I don't need a guard." Lifting your hand, you tugged his bangs away to get a better look at his face.

"If you go tomorrow, I could come with you." He raised his brow, a slight furrow forming on his forehead.

You could see that he was concerned, that he was torn inside.

"Baby, I'm a grown woman," you giggled lightly, "I think I can manage to go alone."

"Is that so?" He sounded calm, but guarded, his expression darkening at your words.

"You're such a jealous baby," you laughed and sat up as well, sliding on his lap and cupping his face, your eyes searching for his.

"Baby, I love you. You know that, right?" Your soft lips brushed his. "Don't be so worried."

"I know – and I love you too. Still…" you noticed the red flush of his cheeks.

"Touya…" Your lips merged with his and you breathed into his mouth, "I can take care of myself."

"It's not that." He pulled back and blushed more, his gaze turning to fixate the wall, "What if… you meet someone?"

"Touya," you started again, "I don't want to be with anyone else but you. Ok?"

"Hmmm, ok," he closed in again and hummed against your lips, "Yeah, you're right. It's not like you are gonna meet anyone behind my back."

You pinched his cheek, scolding, "Dabi, I'd never do that! You're the only one for me."

The shower was warm and soothing on your skin. The stream was warm and steady, awakening your skin in all the right ways. With eyes closed, the water came as a soothing cascade, washing away all remnants of any doubts and worries.

Hitting the handle of the faucet off, you waited for the few last drops to fall before stepping out of the shower.

Turning around, you took a look at yourself in the mirror, seeing the blooming red bite marks showing on your neck. Shaking your head, you mused about how possessive Dabi was towards you.

Wrapping a white, soft towel around your body you moved back into the bedroom, where Touya had already ordered breakfast and was munching on a bagel.

Seeing you approach, a smile spread across his face as he mumbled with a full mouth "Missed ya, sweetheart."

There was some marmalade sticking to the corner of his mouth and still dressed in your bathrobe, you leaned forward, cupping his face. Hovering your mouth over his, you smelled the comforting scent of warm coffee and the sweetness of the fruit spread on him. Sneaking your tongue out, you lapped at the corner of his lips, kissing it after it was clean again.

He took a big gulp, huge eyes taking you in, "You're such a tease…"

"Says you of all men," you giggled as you stepped up to him and grabbed a bagel.

After you finished breakfast, you turned to get dressed. Stepping behind you, Dabi circled your waist with his arms. His warm lips latched onto your neck, peppering small kisses along its curve down to your shoulder.

"Gonna miss you". Resting his chin on your shoulder, he murmured, "Please don't go running off with someone else."

"I'd never, I promise," you breathed, turning your head for your lips to meet. "I LOVE YOU."

"We'll meet after practice, ok?" After kissing him goodbye you left out the door.

Arriving down in the lobby and stepping out of the elevator, you turned towards the main entrance of the hotel when you heard someone familiar call your name. Turning around, you saw Tenko approaching.

"Hey Tenko, what's up," you greeted him with a smile.

Tenko as a person was such a stark contrast to Dabi, refreshingly different. With him you always felt so grounded and secure.

Tenko’s face turned a hue pink when he stopped right in front of you, his fingers raising to dig into the skin of his neck.

"Uh, hey!" He stuttered, his eyes flicking up to yours and immediately back to the floor.

"Hey Tenko," you took a step forward to hug him.

His eyes widened, surprised by the sudden proximity. Yet, he awkwardly mirrored your movements, resulting in you almost bumping your noses. You couldn't help but giggle softly, while you departed and his face turned crimson red.

Shuffling his feet and stuffing his hand back into his pockets while his other raised to his neck, he started to mutter, "Need to ask you a favor."

"Tenko, you know you can ask me anything ," raiding your fist, you nudged him against his shoulder.

A faint smile broke on his lips as his fingers finally settled and he lowered his arm, "Uh, I was wondering what you were doing."

"I'm going to the mall, shopping," you raised your brow, "Now spill the beans please."

"Yeah, ok," he ran a trembling hand through his hair, "Remember when I was gonna ask you something?"

"Yes I do!" You admitted with a nod.

"Well, I have a problem and I need your help." He lifted his head, meeting your gaze with his ruby eyes, "Could I maybe come with you?"

"I don't think that would be a good idea," looking around the lobby you hinted "You know Dabi wouldn't be very pleased…"

"I-I know" he stuttered, his head dropping low on his shoulders as he turned an even deeper red," It's just– I met this girl. And I don't know anyone else to turn to."

His ears turned crimson and his hand darted up to scratch nervously at his neck again.

"She's a user/gamer I've been playing with and we have been talking a lot and she wants to meet." He paused, his gaze flicking up to yours before focusing back to the floor, "But I don't know what to do. Or how to behave. Can you help me please?"

You paused for a second, smiling warmly at his sincerity. You sighed and looked at Tenko’s nervous crimson eyes hiding behind pale unruly bangs.

"So what's her name and where do you want to meet?" You asked, giving him a reassuring nudge.

"She's actually in town now, but I haven't picked a location yet. Any suggestions?"

"Depends on what you want to do. I've heard that there's a gamer convention tomorrow night. How about that?" You

Tenko hesitated for a second but then a slim smile broke on his lips. "That would be perfect!"

"Anything for you, Tenko." You gave him an airy laughter before wrapping your arms loosely around him, giving him a hug.

He slightly turned his head, his dry, cracked lips pressing against your cheek for a kiss. It caught you off guard, and you released a breath, too surprised to react.

"Thank you so much," he rasped silently, squeezing you before releasing you from his embrace. "This means a lot to me…"

Unbeknownst to you both, another pair of eyes had watched tenkos and your dialogue. Eyes that belonged to a man, standing half hidden behind one of the pillars of the lobby. A man with blond, windstrewn hair.

Golden eyes narrowed as a hand retrieved a cell phone and held it up, the fake sound of a shutter clicking at Keigo took several pictures of you and Tenko, the way you smiled at him, hugged each other before you went outside to both step into a waiting cab and drive off.

A pleased smirk started spreading on his face, when his fingers flew over the screen before lifting the phone to his ear.

"Dabi, it's me, Keigo." His voice was low and sultry, "Let's meet up in my room, I've got some big news for you."

Arriving back at the hotel you wondered why Dabi hadn't called or checked in on you at least once ever since you left.

Still wondering a bit you stepped through the lobby and into the lift, hitting the number of your floor.

The ping of the elevator announced the arrival on the right floor and the sliding doors opened, revealing the short hallway down to dabi and your suite. The soft carpet on zke floor drowned out any sound you were making and it was almost an eerie silence surrounding you.

Just as the click of the door unlocking sounded as you stepped towards it, you heard a muffled noise from down the hall where Keigo's suite was.

It sounded like a heated discussion and you could clearly make out Dabi's voice. Ignoring the growing feeling of concern in the pit of your stomach, you lowered your hand that was clutched around the door handle and turned towards Keigo's suite.

It was definitely Dabi's voice. And he sounded strained. A prikling cold started spreading inside your chest as you reached out to knock at Keigo's door.

The noise on the other side died off and soon after, the door cracked open before swinging wide open in one swift motion. Keigo stood in front of you, his golden eyes glaring down at you.

"Uhm, is Dabi here?“ You craned your neck to look over his shoulders.

"Oh of course, and he's been eagerly expecting you." His voice oozed of mock politeness as he invited you inside.

With that he stepped aside to let you in, closing the door behind you.

The place was a mess. There were empty whiskey bottles on the floor and the bar counter soiled with remnants of white powder lines. Several rolled up dollar bills littered the floor and then your gaze went up to immediately lock with him.

Dabi.

He looked ravenous. His hair was a mess and stuck in sweaty strands to his forehead. You could still make out faint remnants of white powder lining his nostrils. And his eyes. His pupils were so dilated that instead of gazing into a beautiful ocean of aquamarine you stared into a bottomless pit.

They were just empty. dull.

There was nothing in them when they looked at you. They weren't lighting up when they saw you. No, they darkened.

He took a step towards you.

"What happened?" You blurted out, while you felt your fingertips getting cold, your heart starting to shake.

"I was about to ask you that same question…" Dabi growled as he approached you.

Keigo had stepped off to the side, casually leaning against the wall, a half empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. The smug grin that started to spread across his face when he watched the scene unravel in front of him should have been warning enough.

"Touy–" but you were interrupted by Dabi raising his voice against you.

"Don't you dare call me by my name." He swiftly cut you off with a rude hand gesture.

You could sense the earth sinking underneath your feet, little by little, a bad foreboding starting to build inside your chest, heavy and thick.

"What do you mean?" You swallowed down the lump building in your throat, "Why are you like this?"

"You went out with Tenko?" His words were sharp, his eyes cold and unapproachable, as he looked at you.

"Yes, but…" you were startled.

"But what? Did you have fun with him?" His shoulders shook with anger, "Is one rockstar not enough for you?"

"Dabi, let me ex—" the color drained from your face as you reached a hand out towards him.

"No more lies from you." Dab'is eyes were so cold, his words unforgiving. "And don't come any closer."

You stopped at once, hand still hung in the air. A cold heat started to flare up inside you, blood starting to rush in your ears.

You were terrified.

Keigo kicked off the wall to saunter over to where Dabi was standing, "See? Told ya to mark my words, that she's just another groupie."

"Keigo, what are you saying?" Disbelieve still fogged your brain.

All blood drained from your face as both men looked at you with disgust in their eyes, leaving no room to bargain. That’s when it dawned on you.

"Dabi, I can explain," your voice started to tremble, "We were just talking–"

"Explain what?" His cold glare hit yours, piercing straight through into your heart, freezing it over.

"Hm, just talking, huh?" Keigo crooned, cocking his head, "Didn't look like talking when you kissed and stepped into the cab together."

"Tenko didn't kiss me, it was just a peck on–" you started.

Dabi's voice was thunderous when he bellowed, "I trusted you!"

His words were filled with disgust, sick by the fact that you betrayed him. You swallowed back tears as you looked at him, feeling so helpless, all connection lost to him.

"You promised me you wouldn't turn against me behind my back," Dabi said through clenched jaws, his pupils dilated.

His lips, even though pressed into a thin line, started to tremble. Your nails were sinking into your palm as the tension grew thick, desperate.

"This morning, you said that you loved me, that you didn't want to be with anyone else but me!" His hands raised to pull at his hair when he continued, rage tinting his face red.

"You said that you'd never meet anyone behind my back, that I was the only one for you!" The last words came out as a desperate cry.

Dabi's arms sank down his side, his fingernails cutting against the skin of his palm as he balled his hands into fists.

"The more I tried not to fall for you, the more I loved you. You were my life.” His voice shattered. "And then you meet someone behind my back?"

Word after word came out of his mouth, and each one pulled you lower into the ground.

“I don't need that. There are a lot of girls flocking after me, who would do anything for me.” His eyes were hollow, the icy tone in his voice made it clear that he wasn't pretending.

"I love you so much." The words came out as a whisper, "But that was a mistake.”

Your heart rate escalated, so fast that it fogged your brain. You couldn't move, couldn't say anything as your eyes turned glassy with hot tears, enough to make your vision blur. The air felt suffocating, the silence in the room deafening.

You were looking for the right words to reply, but cold fear flooded your body, making you unable to think. All that was on your mind was not to fuck this up, not to say the wrong words.

"Dabi…" you tried again but he lowered his gaze, his beautiful eyes concealed behind the curtains of his bangs when he spoke the words that you feared the most.

But before you could answer, Dabi's broken voice sounded through the room, his words cutting through you like a knife.

"I think you should go." He took a shallow breath, adding quietly. "Now."

The world around you shattered into a million pieces, a high-pitched ringing sounding in your ears as you fought a rising panic.

"Dabi, please hear me out." Your stomach lurched and you felt like throwing up.

"Hey chick, didn't you hear what he said?" Keigo's sharp voice cut through your words.

Dabi's eyes were still glued to the floor, his beautiful face hidden from you. He stood there, unmoving. Only Keigo faced you - with a triumphant grin plastered to his face.

"Dabi…" His name fell from your lips in a shaky, breathy whisper.

But there was no answer, he stayed mute, only the soft sound of fabric rustling was heard as Keigo shifted a bit.

“I see…” the words came out as a whisper.

You knew it was done. There was nothing you could do. Not now, not here. You felt so tired, so drained.

Wordlessly, with trembling hands, you grabbed your bag and turned towards the door. Before your fingers around the knob, you paused, waiting for Dabi to say something, anything.

But nothing came.

You opened the door, stepping through its frame, and it fell shut behind you with a soft click. Then, silence hung heavy around you.

It started as a mere shudder, but soon violent sobs shook your body, tears started falling freely once out in the hallway. One hand clutched against the strap of your handbag as you turned towards your hotel suite to pack your bags.

For good this time.

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vannahfanfics · 1 year

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Recalcitrance

Word Count: 3460

Fluff, Light Angst, Romance, Humor, Idol AU, Quirkless AU

Summary: Kiruka loves her job. She loves her client, too—and that's a problem.

Hello, everyone! Here is my story for Troublemakers: A BNHA Villains Bang! Another opportunity to write a rarepair, hehehe~ Please be sure to check out my partner StacyWalters’ art!

Kiruka loved her job.

Of course, a lot of people said that. A fair number of them probably meant it, too. But Kiruka doubted that most of them meant it with the sheer, unequivocal conviction that she did—she loved her job. She loved it down to the very fibers of her being; she couldn’t imagine waking up a single day wanting to do something else. Because, quite simply, Kiruka Hasaki was born to be a beautician.

Kiruka had always possessed a keen interest in cosmetology, beginning from the moment she sat in her mother’s lap at the pediatrician’s office while she idly read a fashion magazine. While her mother had been preoccupied with the stylish clothes, Kiruka had zeroed in on the elegant up-dos, the bold cuts, the striking splashes of make-up on the models’ faces. As soon as they got home, Kiruka was rummaging through her mother’s beauty products, eager to recreate the works of art she’d seen in those hundred-some-odd pages. And once Kiruka had started, she’d never stopped, blazing her way through stylist competitions and cosmetology school and lucrative jobs. Until, finally, she had reached the pinnacle of a beautician’s career—being the personal stylist for a celebrity.

Kiruka loved her job. But ohhhhh, did she hate her client!

Touya Todoroki—stage name Dabi—was the most insufferable, incorrigible, intolerable man Kiruka had ever met! He was the rising star in the heady world of rock and roll, and ugh, did he know it. Kiruka could smell the pompousness on him the moment she’d walked into his personal dressing room for the first time; he was reclined lazily in the chair with his legs spread and his arm slung over the back, wearing a smirk like it was all he needed. Quite literally, the man was naked in her salon chair, nothing but a towel around his waist—and hanging too low, at that. Kiruka had screeched and pitched a fit at his utter gall, and he’d just silently watched her through it all, cyan eyes gleaming like will-o’-the-wisps all the while.

When she was finished, flushed and chest heaving, he’d cleared his throat and pointed at her chest.

“Your bra’s poppin’ out of your shirt, love. Might wanna calm your tits.”

If it hadn’t been for the substantial pay raise Touya’s manager had offered her (while on her hands and knees begging Kiruka to stay), Kiruka would have left then and there. But more than that, she had her pride as a stylist; no matter how brutish the client, they deserved to look good. Of course, once Kiruka had gotten a closer look at Touya, she’d realized that he didn’t really need it. Par for the course, the sneering asshole was devilishly handsome.

That didn’t stop Kiruka from tugging a little too hard on his hair when she combed it for the first time, of course. Revenge was all the sweeter when swift. She’d relished the hiss that pushed past his clenched teeth and the angry roll of his eyes into the back of his skull to glare at her.

“Aw, did I hurt you?” she had cooed and patted his cheek. “Sorry, love. I’ll be more gentle.”

And in one year, their relationship hadn’t grown much past that. Touya was still impossible, and Kiruka still dished out as much as she got. They bickered so often that everyone in Touya’s crew—including his bandmates—frequently asked her why she stayed. And every time, Kiruka would flip her red hair over her shoulder and scoff that the pay was good enough to put up with his sorry ass. In reality, though… It had never been about the pay. Kiruka loved what she did, and being a personal stylist to a rockstar meant that she was constantly steeped in fashion and make-up; she’d learned more in the last year than her entirety of beauty school.

But more than that… Despite his juvenile wickedness, Touya treated her far better than any client she’d ever had, even the few other celebrities she’d serviced. Kiruka wanted for nothing. If she so much as mentioned to one of the other stylists a new piece of equipment she’d been eyeing, lo and behold, it would appear amidst her supplies within a few hours. After every performance, even if he’d sweated off all his make-up and ruined his hair, he treated her to extravagant dinners. Kiruka didn’t travel on commercial flights like the other stylists; no, she flew in the band’s private jet to be waited on hand and foot. Nor did she stay anywhere but in a penthouse suite adjacent to the band’s. The other stylists joked that Touya treated her more like his lover than a stylist sometimes, and if Kiruka really thought about it, it wasn’t far from the truth.

Because the reason she still loathed Touya, despite all their time together and everything he did for her, was that he was an incessant flirt.

Her hope that his little stunt the first time they met had been the childish prank of a twenty-something dazzled by the limelight, but no. Touya was just like that, and exclusively with her. It would be one thing if he attempted to court all the women in his vicinity; instead, Touya singled her out, made her and her alone the victim of his silver tongue and smoldering gazes and barely-there touches. God, if she had a nickel for every shitty pick-up line that had rolled off his pierced tongue, she could quit this job and live in luxury until she died a shriveled old lady.

Yet, even if she did have all those nickels, Kiruka probably still couldn’t find it within herself to leave. Because if she was honest with herself, she didn’t loathe Touya at all. She loathed herself for breaking the one unbreakable rule she’d set for herself years ago when she’d first clutched her cosmetology school diploma in her hand:

Don’t fall in love with her clients.

Not only had she broken her singular statute, but she had also broken it with somebody who wouldn’t reciprocate. Kiruka wasn’t a fool. Touya’s games were just that—games. He flirted simply to get a rise out of her—the one person who would entertain his childish flirtations—and that was that. Though he toed the line of professionalism, he still adhered; he had no intentions of actually getting involved with Kiruka. Kiruka catching feelings, as with any client, would undoubtedly end in heartbreak.

That’s why she’d given herself that rule in the first place. But she’d gone and done it anyway. She’d loved all those fleeting caresses and honeyed words from the very beginning and refused to nip them in the bud. Now, for the first time in her life, Kiruka hated going to work every day. That was a fast track to hating what one did for a living—and Kiruka couldn’t have that. She had to figure out something to break this year-long standoff of theirs… but what?

This is ridiculous, Kiruka thought with a terse pout, then angrily crossed her arms. She’d been standing at the door to Touya’s trailer for three minutes already, trying to psych herself up enough to go inside. What are you afraid of? It’s not like Touya’s gonna act any differently than he has been for the last year.

But that was precisely the problem. Last night, as Kiruka lay awake in bed ruminating on her and Touya’s tumultuous relationship, she’d come to the startling realization that she was crushing on him, hard. Now, it was like Kiruka’s entire world had flipped upside-down. The notion of walking into the trailer to immediately be met with Touya’s silver-tongued philandering had her simultaneously titillated and terrified. To Kiruka’s dismay, a part of her had come to enjoy the rock star’s seductive charms. She tried not to beat herself up too much about it; what girl wouldn’t come to enjoy constantly being doted upon, in more ways than one? Oh, but that was just it—Kiruka already stood upon the edge of the precipice; just one misstep, and she’d find herself plunging into the waiting pit of humiliation and despair.

In the best-case scenario, she cracked under the pressure and quit the most rewarding job she’d ever had. In the slightly worse scenario, she caved to Touya’s advances and ended up a heartbroken mess. In the absolute worst-case scenario, she snapped, pitched a hellacious fit, and found herself a pariah among her peers and likely unable to find decent work ever again. Honestly, she should really only be scared of the latter outcome. Thanks to her lovesick, screwy little brain, however, Kiruka found them all equally terrifying… because in all three, she parted ways with Touya.

Kiruka planked against the trailer door with a groan. How pathetic was she, brooding over a man like this? Oh, the humanity.

Come on, Kiruka. Get it together, she sighed to herself, still leaning against the door. Let’s put on your big girl pants and—

Click.

Before Kiruka could even register the turning of the knob, the door was swinging open. Without it to support her, Kiruka’s body plunged forward, falling like a massive oak in a forest. She found herself thinking of that old proverb—if a tree falls in a forest with no one around, does it make a sound at all? Well, Kiruka was not a tree, this was not a forest, and there was somebody around; so, her body collided with the carpeted floor of the trailer with a resounding thwomp.

Touya’s only response to Kiruka splaying out on her belly in the entryway was a curious quirk of his eyebrow.

“That’s a hell of a way to make an entrance.”

Kiruka pushed her upper body up with her elbows and blew a thick swathe of her red hair out of her eyes so she could glare up at him.

“Bite me.”

“Oooh, getting straight to the fun stuff, are we?” Touya teased, and Kiruka rolled her eyes. She should have known better than to say something like that, knowing Touya’s quick wit and love of innuendos. Yet, there was that shameless part of her that—

Nope. Don’t you dare finish that thought, Kiruka hastily scolded her runaway train of thought. She sighed again, her head drooping and sending her long hair falling back across her face. At least it shielded the blush starting to make a home in the apples of her cheeks. Damn realizations and late-night epiphanies; she should have just stayed blissfully ignorant—

“Oi. Are you gonna lay there all day?”

Kiruka’s head reared up, a scathing retort already burning on her tongue—but the sizzling reply fizzled out when she realized that Touya was holding his hand out for her. Her blush intensified to a bright, hot blaze of pink-red across her entire face, and she pressed her lips together into a thin line. There was no reason for her to be embarrassed! Common decency dictated that one help up someone who’s fallen down! And she didn’t even need help; she was perfectly capable of getting up on her own.

Yet she couldn’t help but play along, slip her hand into Touya’s and marvel at how naturally it felt for his ring-clad fingers to wrap around her own—how easily he whisked her to her feet. It was easy to forget that his slender build and baggy clothes disguised the wiry, athletic frame that came with the physical demands of bouncing and strutting all over a stage—plus, he worked out. She’d walked in on him using his home weight set on multiple occasions; he always claimed that he lost track of time or forgot about the appointment altogether, but it was mighty funny that he always seemed more triumphant than nonchalant in those situations. And shirtless. Always shirtless.

Oh, great. Now Kiruka was thinking about it—bare-chested Touya pumping those stupid dumbbells and looking at her like he’d won the lottery. Back to reality, please.

“Thank you,” she said curtly and swiftly removed her hand from his so she could smooth out the creases in her dress—or at least, pretend to so she had an excuse for him to stop holding it. She swept her hair out of her face again, and with a deep breath in and out, she tried to finally force herself into professional mode. It worked, for the most part. “Sorry I’m a little late.”

“It’s only fair. I called you on short notice,” Touya shrugged, then swung the door shut.

Kiruka pursed her lips. Right, she’d been so out of her mind that she’d forgotten—Touya had called her up all of a sudden this morning—on her day off—claiming to have procured some last-minute local gig and that she needed to come right away. Frazzled as Kiruka was, she found this mighty curious, given that Touya tended to find scrambling to prepare for spontaneous performances more trouble than they were worth. She found it especially curious upon arriving at their “base camp” to find most of the staff idling about. It certainly didn’t seem like anyone was preparing for an impromptu gig, and that made this meeting all the more suspect.

When Touya plopped down on his sofa instead of in the salon chair and regarded Kiruka with a serious look, she determined that there was, in fact, no performance at all. She’d been had. And there was only one reason that Touya would feel the need to trick her into coming here: he knew.

“Touya…” she said reluctantly, taking a slight back-step toward the door. She wasn’t afraid of him, of course; rough and tough as he seemed, Touya would never harm a hair on her head. But she was very much afraid of what he might say—because Touya was nothing if not unpredictable. She had no idea what was going through his mind right now, let alone what was about to come out of his mouth.

Really, she ought to just spare herself all the anguish by resigning right then and there and hauling ass out of there. But she didn’t leave. She couldn’t bring herself to, not when he looked so sad. Instead, she took his silent invitation to sit beside him, then steeled herself for what was to come… whatever it was.

“Kiruka…” he sighed. He apparently couldn’t bring himself to look at her; instead, he stared uncomfortably at the opposite wall. When his words seemed to fail him, he huffed aggravatedly and pushed his hand through his spiky mess of hair. “Shit. This should not be this fuckin’ hard.”

Touya flopped back against the couch with a frustrated growl and pushed the heels of his palms into his eyes. Kiruka just watched him with a mixture of anxiety and curiosity; Touya had never failed to be as cool as a cucumber even in relatively dire situations, so seeing him so distraught unnerved her even more. Perhaps—though she really didn’t want to—she should lead the conversation.

“Touya, it’s okay. I’ll do the talking,” she started. Touya lowered his hands from his face to grimace at her, though still only looking at her from his peripheral vision. Kiruka chewed on her lip, trying to find the best way to ease into the issue. It wasn’t really working, so she opted for the tried-and-true method: ripping off the proverbial bandage.

“I… I think it’s best if we go our separate ways.”

“Hah,” Touya sighed, running his hands over his face again. “I figured as much.” The level of regret in his tone made Kiruka’s heart twist in her chest. Despite how rocky their relationship seemed, Kiruka knew that Touya cared about her. He was probably blaming himself for this, the poor thing.

“Touya, this isn’t your fault,” Kiruka tried. He finally looked at her, and his expression was one of wry self-loathing.

“But isn’t it?” he objected ruefully. “If I hadn’t acted like a kindergartener teasing his crush on the playground, we wouldn’t be here, would we?”

Kiruka opened her mouth to argue, but the reply stopped short in her throat when her brain processed what he’d actually said.

Wait. What?

“God! I’m so stupid!” Touya growled, too busy slapping his hand over his eyes as he flopped his head back to notice that Kiruka’s was effectively short-circuiting. “I didn’t mean for it to end up this fucked! It was just playing around, at first—and you played along, so I just, you know, kept it up. But somewhere along the way, I—I began to look at you differently, you know?” With another exasperated growl, he flopped forward to press his head against his knees.

“Touya,” Kiruka tried to say, but it was lost amidst his rambling.

“And then next thing I knew, my dumb ass had caught feelings. Fuck, I was so busy being infatuated that I had no idea I was making you uncomfortable. I must have been, right? ‘Cuz why else would you be so dodgy around me like you’ve been lately?”

“Touya,” Kiruka tried again, biting down hard on her lip to try and suppress the stupid grin trying to worm its way onto her face.

“Gah!” Touya snarled, tugging at his hair angrily. “Kiruka, I’m so fucking sorry. I’m such an ass. You have every right to leave, and—”

It was obvious that Touya wasn’t going to be shutting up anytime soon, so Kiruka resorted to shutting him up herself. She took his face and swiftly pulled it to hers, pressing their open mouths together in a fiery kiss before Touya could even realize what was happening. It sure got the job done, and damn, did it feel good. When Kiruka pulled back to smirk at him, Touya just blinked dumbly at her, Kiruka’s hot pink lipstick smeared messily across his top lip.

“... Wait… You don’t hate me? Even though I make you want to tear your hair out every day?”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. Your antics have been a constant source of frustration for me and are probably the reason I found a gray hair the other day,” Kiruka said sternly, but her firm expression melted into a sweet smile. “... But, somehow, it makes me like you instead. Even if it’s not good for my blood pressure.”

“Why do you make crushing on me sound like such an insult?” Touya smirked while looping his arms loosely around her middle. However, he waited for her to give a silent nod of affirmation before he scooched closer to her. “I’m a real catch, you know. Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your position?”

“Ah, there’s your ego. I was wondering where it went.”

“Hey, knowing such a sexy lady has her eyes on me is doing wonders for it,” he teased, cocking his head to the side as he regarded Kiruka with a passionate gaze. When Kiruka blushed instead of retorting, his grin widened. “Oh? No smart comeback? I make you mine, and that’s all it takes to tame that sharp tongue of yours? Shoulda spared myself the grief and done so sooner.”

“Wow. It’s almost hard to believe you were a groveling mess less than a minute ago,” Kiruka frowned, though her bright red face didn’t make her attempt at aloofness very convincing. “And if anything, I made you mine. I’m the one who did the kissing.”

“Good point. Allow me to amend that, then,” Touya purred, bringing his face close enough to gently nudge their noses together. But he went no further, instead patiently waiting for Kiruka to obviously consent. How could she not, with his cyan eyes burning with desire right in front of hers? She tipped her head slightly and brushed her lips over his, and that’s all it took for Touya to sweep her up in a hungry, passionate kiss.

Yes, without a doubt, Kiruka loved her job. Cosmetology was her calling in life, there was no doubt about that—but that wasn’t the only reason. No, Kiruka had the rare joy of spending every day with her devoted boyfriend. Don’t get her wrong—as two spitfires with quick wit and barbed tongues, they still clashed in ways that would make strangers wonder how the hell they could call themselves a couple. But people who knew Kiruka and Touya could see the smiles barely disguised as frowns, the joy in their eyes as they traded sarcastic barbs and witty remarks, and the tender words and sweet caresses between the banter.

Kiruka loved her job more than ever now—because, undeniably, she loved Touya with all her heart. It was a good thing that she was a rebel at heart. Some rules were just inevitably meant to be broken!

#dabi x slice #slice x dabi #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha

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