WORLD STOP!!! EVERYONE!!! WE GOT NEW BLACK HAIR DABI CONTENT!!! MISSED HIM SO MUCH PLEASE

WORLD STOP—!!! EVERYONE!!! WE GOT NEW BLACK HAIR DABI CONTENT!!! MISSED HIM SO MUCH PLEASE 😭🖤

okay but what about getting a ride back home with your brother's best friend Ino. Car breaks down halfway in the middle of the backroads and the tow truck guy says it's going to take at least an hour to get out there. What else is there to do except to hop into the backseat, sit on Ino's lap, and grind yourself against the growing erection bulging in his sweats. Your panties are soon soaked and he's practically bursting at the seams, but the two of you aren't touching...not directly, at least. So technically, technically you aren't doing anything bad, and you shouldn't feel guilty about this. Especially since your brother entrusted his best friend to take good care of you, which he is. Just not in the exact way your precious older brother had in mind.

No, what you're doing isn't bad because it feels so fucking good. Sliding your wet cunt against that monster cock of his through all these thin layers of clothes, running your fingers through his soft, brown hair, feeling his firm grip tightening on your hips. He curses and moans, refusing to look at you because he knows he'll bust as soon as he looks into your sultry gaze. And also because he feels just a tad bit guilty for wanting to fuck you, for being absolutely head over heels for his best friend's little sister.

someone please flesh this out into a 5k word fic or something.

I’m just saying that if Dabi would want you, his girlfriend, to fuck Shigaraki, A) he would wanna watch and B) he’d make you show him your cum dripping pussy afterwards

He learned how to play Mary had a little lamb

shigaraki sees you in pigtails one time and becomes utterly obsessed. it’s the only thing he thinks about, and so it’s only natural that he requests you do that hairstyle when you’re about to have sex a few days after.

he insists that you get on top. “Ride my cock.” he simply says and you do as you’re told. you looked so beautiful in that moment, with his dick moving in and out of you, while he laid on his back with his arms behind his head, admiring the view you so generously gave him.

he almost cums at the sight of your pretty tits bouncing up and down with every move you made on top of him, along with your pigtails that moved freely, but he tries to hold himself back, afraid of embarrassing himself in front of you.

“Fuck, you look— mmh… so pretty like this.” he praises and you instantly blush at his words, attempting to lay on his chest to hide your face but he pulls you back by your hair. “No, no, wanna see your face when you cum.”

shigaraki believes he died and went to heaven when you eventually do cum on him, because the look on your face is indescribable.

when you come down from your high, you barely have enough time to recover, as he pulls you off of him and lays you face down, ass up. you hear him mumble a very faint “wanna try something else.”

he inserts himself inside you again, ramming his dick into you at a fast pace. you let out a loud moan of his name when he pulls at your pigtails, wrapping them around his hands, your head hanging awkwardly as your body shakes from each thrust of his length.

shigaraki spends the rest of the night filling you up with load after load of his warm cum, with the promise of doing this again soon.

ohh i don’t know… just thinking about riding shigaraki’s thigh. you’re in your panties, shirt discarded somewhere on the floor in the haste of your make out session, while he’s fully clothed.

he helps you grind your sopping cunt on his jean-clad thigh, drinking in your pathetic whines and whimpers as he’s careful not to fully wrap his hands around your hips.

shigaraki full on stares at you, taking in every little detail on your face and committing it to memory, afraid this might be some cruel trick his mind is playing on him.

you keep whining, the feeling of his thigh brushing against your clit is other-worldly. “tomu— nghh! i’m close…”

his fingers let go of you as he practically forces you to hump his thigh to get off. your fingers are entangled in his hair, pulling on his delicate strands when the pleasure becomes too much.

“please, wanna cum so bad!” you begged, already getting tired from having to do it yourself and missing the feeling of his hands on you.

shigaraki looked down at his thigh and noticed the big wet patch on his pants from the fluids leaking from your pussy and smirked. he let out a sound akin to that of a groan when your hands slid under his sweater and scratched his back.

“cum.” and that was all you needed to hear for you to come undone.