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I need a story about Dabi wanting help from his s/o to re-dye his white roots. Wouldn’t that be cute?

Just him saying: “Hey, doll, can you re-dye my roots for me?”

Oh wow..

touya + choking but maybe he’s the one that likes to receive 🙌🏻💯😤

cw — nsfw content. minors dni. f!reader, choking, creampie

you’ve learned quite a few things from hooking up with touya todoroki. things about yourself of course, but mostly things about him.

like how he’s a hand holder. the still-flesh-coloured parts of him blush– including his cheeks. sometimes he whimpers. other times he moans, high-pitched and pretty.

he likes when you ride him. how your fingertips scratch at the decayed part of his abdomen when you do, flattening against the coarse skin so you can grind yourself harder over his cock. he loves to watch your pretty tits bounce as wildly as you bounce your hips, relaxing into the mattress so he can indulge in the sight of you, his personal little pornstar.

he gazes at your neck, adorned with teeth marks and bruises that belong to him, and the next second his eyes flick down to your soft, delicate hands.

he grins devilishly, reaching for one of your wrists with his scarred hand and guiding it to rest at the base of his neck. your eyebrows raise, for a split second hesitant about what he wants from you.

“what?” you ask, just a little teasing, then your fingers curl softly around the column of his neck. “this?”

“harder, baby. don’t be shy,” he says, all breathy and husky. it makes you clench around him, sweet arousal dripping down his length as you bounce back on him relentlessly.

as soon as you tighten your fingers, his cock twitches as it drags against your plush walls. his eyes glint with content, foggy yet strikingly clear. he’s fucked out but so, so happy with how you effortlessly give him exactly what he wants.

“should have known you’d like this,” you say, half-whining. pleasure creeps up your spine and numbs your brain. your thighs burn. your thoughts are slowly becoming more and more muddled, replaced by your desperate need to cum.

“yeah?” dabi quips. it’s all strained– but to you it’s a sign that says you’re not squeezing hard enough.

once more, you push your fingers further into the sides of his neck, and this time his moans come out as mere wheezes. and his eyes roll back and he shudders beneath you, relishing in the way you take control of his body, sinking into your touch. no drug he’s taken compares to this.

chipped black nails sink into your thighs, your hips, your waist as touya helps you grind up and down his length. despite how lightheaded he is, one thing that remains clear is how badly he wants– no needs– for both of you to cum.

“gonna cum, touya?” you sigh, gazing upon his sheen-covered skin that makes him almost look like he’s glowing.

his teeth bite down on his bottom lip, the devious smile never leaving his face. his cock throbs, bullying into your cunt until it brushes against your cervix and leaves you tossing your head back, desperate to make it to the edge.

only a few more strokes, and then, the fire in your stomach erupts into an inferno. your arms slack, your legs tremble, and cries of touya’s name spill from your mouth.

you’re pulsing, clenching, and it’s utterly merciless on touya, who doesn’t stand a chance. not a moment later, he spills his load into your messy, sticky hole with twitching hips and soft moans.

you’ve let go of his throat by now, your muscles too relaxed to form any sort of grasp– but you’ve scorched your touch into his flesh already, a long time ago.

Tears in the Club

Words: 5k (read here or on ao3)

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content/Feminine Reader

Relationships: Todoroki Touya/Reader

Summary:

Bakugou Katsuki is a natural genius. He's good at practically anything he tries, right off the bat.

So when Ashido asks him if he can twerk it's very natural for him to be good at it right away. It's just that no one expected how good.

Todoroki feels a type of way about it.

or: Todoroki watches Bakugou twerk and has a spiritual awakening.

The thrumming bass pulses through your veins. It echoes through every inch of your body and, without it, you’re sure that you’d be nothing but a hollow shell.

The synths of the music—the pounding of the 808s—become your heartbeat. It is the very strings that control your marionette visage.

Your steps—though awkward and unsure—propel you forward. 

You’re alone. 

You know you shouldn’t be. Being alone, dressed like you are in such a place, is a recipe for disaster. And normally, you’re not this type of girl anyway. 

You’re the kind that would be sitting at home. By now, you would be curled up in bed. But not asleep. No. You would be wide awake.

Wide awake and waiting for him to get home. 

He promised you that it was just work that kept him away. That he was just simply a busy man. And so of course he would be busy at work late. His work—his hard work and effort—is what kept the lights on. Kept food in the fridge. It was what afforded you such a comfortable lifestyle where you didn’t have to work.

You did. But you didn’t have to work to sustain yourself. To keep food on the table and to keep a roof over your head.

You worked at a flower shop part time, a few days a week. The other days, you spent taking care of your home and keeping yourself in shape.

No, you didn’t have to work to survive. 

But you did work to satisfy him. To appease him. To show him that everything he did was worth it because you were grateful. You didn’t take any of it for granted. 

So you were the good girlfriend. The obedient girlfriend. 

When he told you to change into something else, no matter the reason, you listened. When he told you that he expected dinner to be ready by a certain time, it was. When he told you to stay home—to not go out with your friends—and instead wait for him, you did. And when he told you that he would be home late because of work, you believed him. 

You believed him.

But stupid, stupid you. 

You should have known better. 

He’d left his iPad out. 

Normally he kept it in his at-home office. A room that you obediently avoided after being told to not enter it. 

But it was on the nightstand on his side of the bed. 

Innocuous. Unassuming. 

You had grabbed it just to simply put it back. It was a good deed. A deed you were sure he’d thank you for. But then you noticed there was an unread message from a mutual friend of yours. 

Well…she was more your friend than his. 

Or so you thought.

You unlocked it. You unlocked the iPad. 

It was easy.

Perhaps he never put a password on it because he figured he had you so obediently trained. Perhaps he never put a password on it because he figured that you would never dare to touch something that usually stayed in his office—a place you were never to step foot in.

But you did. You unlocked it and it had no password so it was incredibly easy. And with his icloud connected, you could easily read the text messages between him and Itsuka.

The messages that denigrated you. Disparaged you.

They made fun of you. They bad-mouthed you and belittled you. 

You were nothing but a toy to play with. To use and throw away. To laugh at. 

He was cheating on you with your friend. Your friend who had no qualms about her actions. Who made fun of you. 

They sent photos back and forth. Nude. Explicit. They sent videos of their affair back and forth, too. They talked about it. Bragged about it. Joked about how you were an idiot that was none the wiser.

But of course you weren’t. You were just simply an obedient doll.

You put his iPad back in his office—back where you remembered seeing it on the few occasions you had even dared to look in. 

And then you waited for him to get home. Dinner was on the table, hot and ready. When he came home, he kissed you on the cheek and smiled. He talked about his day at work and when your meal was done, you cleared off the table and cleaned the dishes. That night, as he always did before going to sleep, he told you how much he loved you.

For the following days, you continued to sneak into his office and read through their messages. 

It hurt so much. So fucking much. And yet you couldn’t stop yourself. You had to know what they were saying about you. It was an insatiable obsession. A mistake, really, but it was the only thing that you could think of to do.

And then you realized that it was not only Itsuka that he was sleeping with. 

There were more. So many more. 

Some were your friends. Others were women he’d sworn were just friends. And the rest were women you’d never even met before.

You were sick.

Literally. 

For days you couldn’t eat. And when you did, it came right back up. When you laid beside him at night, you did not know rest. When you weren’t sobbing as he rested so peacefully, you were just silently staring at him as you wondered what you did to deserve this.

You were good to him.

You listened. You obeyed without question. 

But in the end you were nothing but a doormat. 

Takami Keigo took you for a fool. 

Not like you gave him any reason to treat you different…or so you told yourself. 

It has been two months since you found out about him cheating on you, and now you are nothing but an empty carcass. A walking corpse of the woman you once were.

Of course he does not notice. You are no better than the lap that sits atop the nightstand on his side of the bed. You are of no more importance than the utensils that sit in the kitchen drawers. As long as you keep working as you always have, he does not notice the absence of your spirit.

But Rumi notices.

She is the only friend that never showed up in his phone. She is the only friend that continues to check on you. To make sure you’re okay. The only friend that continued to invite you out despite you always passing on the offer. 

And she is the only friend that never quite liked Keigo.

She recognized the subservient role he’d placed upon you and firmly—vehemently—disagreed. 

She tried to warn you. But you didn’t listen. You assured her that she was merely overthinking. That Keigo was a good man. A wonderful boyfriend. That he was simply protective, but that he constantly showed through his actions how much he loved you.

You wish you had her discerning eye.

So it was only natural for her to notice the shift in your being. In the very essence of you.

She invited you out to cheer you up, never once expecting you to agree. But you did. In fact, you had asked if you could stay the night at her place afterwards. 

It had been so long since you had accepted her invitation, let alone stayed at her placed, that she agreed right away.

You went to her apartment. You borrowed a dress and some heels from her. You followed her out the door and to the club.

It’s been so long since you’ve been to a club. Since you’ve been out without Keigo by your side. It’s been so long since you’ve worn something that you picked out yourself—that you’ve worn something so revealing.

The dress you borrowed clings to your body. It reveals every curve and so much skin. It accentuates and flatters. 

You haven’t worn something like this in years. But you feel sexy. 

If only you didn’t feel so out of place. 

Rumi was by your side. She had glued herself to you and wouldn’t let you out of her sight. Not because she did not trust you. Not because she thought of you as incapable, but because she was worried. 

But the more alcohol that entered your system the more you felt stifled.

The more you felt smothered.

So you slipped from her side. 

Some guy had been hitting on her and while her attention had been taken, you escaped.

Now, you worm your way through the crowded club. One awkward step after another. There is a glass in your hand, but you quickly empty it and set it down someplace you have no intention of revisiting. 

The dance floor is just ahead.

As you swim further away from shore, the waves of bodies begin to swallow you. They pull you in further and further, making it harder to fight against the current. Making it harder to turn around. Making it harder to return to safety.

Not like you intend to.

Trapped and with no escape route, you stand still in the mass of dancing humidity. 

Your eyes close and you stand there, just simply soaking everything in. People brush against you. Bump into you. Someone steps on your foot. But you don’t care. You just stand there until your head grows dizzy. 

Dizzy, from intoxication. 

You grow drunk on a combination of alcohol and environment. 

Sin and wickedness lap at your heels and the moment you stop moving, they swallow you whole.

Your body is moving now. 

The music is now your master. It is now the one controlling your strings. And you let it. 

You give yourself to it entirely.

It doesn’t matter who is around you. 

Someone grabs hold of your hips. They tug you into them and grind into you. Their hands wander your body in ways that, if you were in your right mind, you would never accept. But you’re not, so you do. 

The hands disappear from your silhouette, but you don’t stop.

Your body continues to move without any control over yourself. As if possessed. But really, you kind of are. Not like you mind.

It does not scare you. In fact, you welcome it. You welcome the mindlessness. You welcome the way you do not have to put any thought to anything. You simply dance. You simply move. 

More pairs of hands come and go. You dance with an innumerable amount of people, but that is all that you do. You just dance and dance. Moving to the whims of your melodic master and nothing else. You drown in the dulcet beats and find sweet comfort in the stupor it gives you.

“What’re you doing crying in a place like this, looking like that?”

The voice is deep. Husky and raspy. It brings you out of your trance as though popping a bubble.

The haze of brainlessness disappears.

How many songs have passed? What time is it? Who is it that has their hands on your waist?

You turn around and the man behind you is tall. Taller than you, for sure. He’s got deep seated bags under his eyes and a few facial piercings. Tattoos cover the entirety of his neck and his arms, from what you can see. He’s muscular, too. That much is obvious.

He’s hot.

He’s sexy. 

“I’m crying?”Is your response.

And then you reach up to touch your face, shocked to find that you are actually crying. 

“That would be a weird fucking pick up line if you weren’t, don’t you think?”

It would be, that’s not what you’re thinking about at the moment. Now, you’re wondering when you had begun to shed tears. How long have you been crying?

His hands that rest on your waist pull you closer. “So, are you gonna answer my question sweetheart?”

Normally, you’d wrinkle your nose in disgust at being called such a thing by a stranger. But you don’t mind it coming from his mouth. You don’t mind the lustful gaze or obvious flirting, either. 

So instead, you swallow to clear your dry throat and lick your lips.

“Yes, that would be a weird pick up line.”You tell him and then quickly follow it up with, “I’m having problems with my boyfriend.”

He nods his head and you quickly realize that perhaps you misspoke. This guy is clearly hitting on you. He’s clearly flirting with you and…well—despite the heartache you’ve been through these past weeks, you still have love in your heart for Keigo.

But you’re not opposed to the attention you’re getting right now.

“I’m breaking up with him. He’s cheating.”

You say it then immediately regret it. 

The alcohol has loosened your lips and liberated your tongue. The words that you couldn’t even fathom articulating to Rumi, you have blurted out to the sexy stranger in front of you. But if he is at all bothered, he does not appear so. 

Instead he wipes a stray tear from your face and then leans in. His lips are all but brushing against the shell of your ear. A shiver runs down your spine at that. But his words are what cause your legs to go weak.

“Don’t worry darling, I was going to pursue you whether you were in a committed relationship or not.”

And then he pulls away.

Not completely though. Just enough for you two to make eye contact. But when you do, it feels like you’ve been shocked with electricity. And you welcome the moment his lips touch yours.

As his tongue slips into your mouth and your hands tangle in his hair, you vaguely register how troubled you are by his words

Mostly because they remind you of Keigo. 

Did he ever stop—did he ever hesitate before approaching someone? Were you ever on his mind as he slept with one person after another? 

Probably not. 

You gave yourself to him in ways that he could never.

And so you let all inhibitions go as the sexy stranger feels you up. His hands mark his territory in ways that were unfamiliar to you until just now. They grab and grope. Fondle and caress. 

“You wanna continue this somewhere more private?”He asks and though his words are not explicit, you understand fully what he means. 

And you do. You want to continue this. 

So you nod your head but let out a bit of a gasp as he takes hold of your hand and begins leading you out of the cacophony of bodies.

You’re not sure where he’s taking you, but he seems so sure of himself. As if he knows exactly where he’s going. So you let him lead and merely follow. You are now mindful of your absence from Rumi, though, and look around to hopefully spot her. 

She stares with wide, surprised eyes.

She begins walking over to you, but upon seeing that you are not alone, the surprise in her eyes turns to downright shock. 

You give her a thumbs up to let her know that you’re fine and soon, you’re disappearing from her sight once again.

You feel bad. You feel bad for disappearing from her. For, undoubtedly, worrying her. For not explaining anything to her. For using her and her kindness as a means to enable your night of mindlessness. 

So you remind yourself to apologize. 

Later.

Because now, you’re being pulled into an office. The office. The one that clearly belongs to the owner of the club.

The stranger grabs your chin and pulls you in for a kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth once again while his hands settle onto your ass, giving your cheeks a firm squeeze. You two shuffle backwards, uncaring as you knock a few things over. 

But eventually your ass meets the edge of the office desk.

And then he hikes up your short dress before dropping down to his knees and pulls your underwear to the side. He does not even bother to take them off of you, instead he pushes your legs open wide and buries his head between them. He leaves wet kisses, biting and nipping all along your thighs.

“W-Wait.”You say, pushing his head away from you. He stops and looks up, biting his lip and playing with his lip piercing. “What’s your name?”

“Call me Dabi.”Is his reply.

It’s clearly a nickname, but you don’t mind. 

This is nothing but a fling. His real name does not matter. 

“Y/N.”You tell him. 

He nods his head. “Can I eat your cunt now?”

“Yes—”

Dabi licks a stripe up your wet pussy, promptly shutting you up. His tongue licks against your wet folds, clearing away your juices that leaked. Your hips buck so Dabi holds your them down. 

“Fuck.”You groan, drawing out the word as your eyes close and your head falls back.

You can’t remember the last time Keigo did this. The last time he had bothered to eat you out—the last time he even bothered to fuck you—but even still, you don’t remember it ever feeling this good. You want to rub it in his face, spread your pussy all over Dabi’s face, but the hold on your hips keeps you from doing so. 

His tongue circles around your twitching hole teasing it, causing you to moan. He’s teasing you, but, you remind yourself, at least you are getting eaten out while he’s doing so. At least your mind is filling with pleasure as he toys with you. 

He runs the flat of his tongue over the expanse of your pussy before circling the tip around your clit. 

Your entire body jolts. 

“Dabi―”You moan, clamping a hand over your mouth tightly when you realize just how loud you’re being. 

It feels so good though. So fucking good.  

You let out a muffled “fuck” as Dabi sucks on your clit. While his hands still hold your hips down, his thumbs spread apart your lips to give himself more access to you. 

“Fucking delicious,”Dabi mumbles and you want to respond. Want to tell him how good he’s doing―compliment him somehow, but his tongue starts flicking at your clit and there’s nothing you can do but keep your hand clamped around your mouth as moans fall from your lips. 

You can’t help the yelp that comes out when his hands momentarily leave your hips to grab hold of your thighs. He picks you up a tad, and puts your legs on his shoulders. 

One hand goes back to your waist while the other goes straight to your sopping pussy. One finger, quickly followed by a second, fucks into you as Dabi’s mouth feverishly eats your pussy. 

You can’t help the way your entire body shudders. Your legs, that dangle off of his shoulders, tighten but with what little consciousness you have left, you remind yourself to not suffocate him. But it’s hard. So hard to not completely let go like you had done on the dancefloor.

That had been different. Unique. It involved no one else but you and the music. The sensuous, melodic notes that filled the air.

But this. Being with someone else besides Keigo, and giving the responsibility of your pleasure to them, is different. In fact, it’s a bit scary. But then his fingers crook up inside of you—hitting your g-spot—and the tight, apprehensive grip that holds you back begins to slip just a little bit.

Your hands drop from your face and instead, one shoots back—planting firmly on the surface of the desk to give you stability—while the other tangles in his dark locks.

“Fuck―Dabi.”You moan, not being able to contain yourself anymore. You’ve given up on muffling yourself in favor of gripping the desk to keep from falling over. “So good. So fucking good I―” 

Your pussy pulses around Dabi’s fingers and your words catch in your throat. It’s impossible to speak now as you know that moans, far too loud to be appropriate, will be the only ones coming from your mouth. It’s like your body begins to tremble―vibrate, and because of the lack of restraint on your hips, you begin to buck into Dabi’s face uncontrollably. 

“Dabi. Dabi, fuck.”You moan as your nails dig into the desk.“I’m cumming. I’m gonna cum. I―” 

He ignores you completely. Instead, he continues to finger fuck you as he sucks on your clit. 

Warmth washes over your body and tingles take over your lower limbs, slowly spreading to the rest of your body. Your entire body stiffens and your stomach muscles clench, causing your back to arch. Your orgasm crashes into you and it’s like your body freezes, your head is thrown back and your mouth hangs open but no sound comes out. 

Juices gush from your cunt, some squirting out but he is ready for it. Waiting with his mouth open. It’s then that he finally looks into your eyes, holding contact with you and makes it a point to show you how he swallows every last drop he’d managed to get into his mouth. 

You are struggling to catch your breath, but if you weren’t then you’d probably start singing him praises. 

Dabi doesn’t waste a moment, standing up from his knees and pulls down his jeans, taking his underwear down with them. 

His dick is hard, the head impossibly red and precum leaking from the tip. He reaches around you to open up a drawer to the desk, grabbing a condom from it. You’re slightly curious about the relationship between him and this office, but not enough to ask. Especially when he taps his condom covered cock on your clit, smirking as you flinch. 

“Don’t tell me you’re already tired Sweetheart.”He teases you. 

He’s a sight to see, that’s for sure. His hair is mussed and his lips are red, but what’s truly eye-catching is the glistening slick wetness that coats his bottom lip and chin. 

You lick your lips, “Not tired I just―”But you’re cut off as Dabi rubs his dick along your clit, causing you to once again choke on your words. “You’re not playing fair…”

He lifts you up and sets you down on the edge of the desk. And now that you’ve left the dimly lit dance floor, you realize that his eyes are a gorgeous turquoise blue. A beautiful turquoise blue that is saturated with lust and desire.

“Playing fair, hm?”He asks, his lips descending on your neck. “I’m not sure if such a thing exists. 

Dabi enters you, careful to not hurt you but clearly impatient. He’s rough in a surprisingly gentle kind of way. It is paradoxical. It makes your head spin. It makes your cunt throb. It makes you want him even more. 

Dabi’s hands and mouth felt good but his cock—his thick, long cock is heavenly. Magical.

You cry out and your nails now dig into and scratch into his back. His shirt is still on, so he is protected from whatever damage you might have inflicted but very quickly you realize that you want to change that. You want to leave your mark on him. Some kind of reminder of what happened this night. 

So you tug at his shirt, urging it off of him.  Your efforts, at first, are either unnoticed or ignored, but soon he is chuckling and assisting you. 

And you’re in no way prepared for what was hiding underneath his shirt. 

You could tell he was muscular. You could tell he was in shape—fit. But the rippling abs and deep cut v-line make your mouth go dry. 

It would be a lie to say that Keigo isn’t also fit. That he, too, does not sport a similar physique. But when was the last time you had gotten more than a glimpse of it as he got dressed or undressed? You were always a tactile lover—needing to touch and be touched—but you have long since been deprived.

At first, you simply touch him. Your hands simply reach out to feel his muscles. But one, short touch becomes a lingering graze, which inevitably turns into a needy type of pawing—where you are seemingly desperate in your endeavors to feel as much of him as possible. 

His strokes are still slow, but intentional. Purposeful as he drives his cock straight into you. Dabi’s head is tipped back and his eyes are closed, apparently taking in the moment. 

His eyes snap open, though, when you lean forward. Just enough to connect your tongue to his skin. Your hands grab hold of his hips now as you trace his ever connecting tattoos with your tongue. 

“Shit, you’re fucking insatiable.”

“Sorry…”Is your mumbled reply, bashful and a bit embarrassed. You haven’t been with anyone besides Keigo in so long that you’ve lost sense of what behaviors are appropriate or inappropriate during a first time fuck. “I just haven’t been touched in so long.”

He stops fucking you to look straight at you. It is the first time that you’ve looked at each other so clearly. He’s observing you and you’re observing him. You can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking. You can’t help but worry that you’ve ruined the mood.

But then he reaches around, quickly undoing your bra. He pulls the straps off your arms and throws the garment behind himself. Without it, your dress neckline slips and droops, which is apparently what he wants because he slides your straps down your arms.

His hands, large and warm, cup your breasts. His touch is gentle—experimental. When Dabi touches you, he watches your every reaction. He notes your every gasp and shuddering breath. Goosebumps cover your skin as his fingers circle your nipples, his nails scraping along the sensitive buds. 

And then he pinches them. Tugs and pulls.

The moan you let out raises into a sensuous wail as he punctuates his actions with an abrupt, deep thrust into your quivering cunt. 

It feels ridiculous to admit to yourself, but you’re surprised by just how good you feel. And he doesn’t stop. He continues to toy with your sensitive nipples as he fucks you. 

You’re loud now. Uninhibited and uncaring. You’re in a club for fucksake, it’s loud. And if anyone happens to hear through the door, then what can you do? Besides, it’s not like you care much anymore. It’s not like you’re thinking much of anything at this point. 

Your nails dig into his skin, leaving tracks of red in their wake. Your legs tremble, already weak but the way Dabi fucks into you makes them grow weaker. Makes your entire being weak—pliant and loose.

“Don’t worry Sweetheart,”Dabi says as he rams his cock into you “You can feel as good as you want to feel. I’ll make you feel good.” 

Something about that…about what he’s said. Perhaps his tone. Perhaps the words themselves. Or perhaps it’s the look in his eyes. Whatever the case maybe, you lose the last bit of your inhibitions. The last of your restraint melts away. You give into the pleasure and euphoria. Your head becomes light and you become entirely unabashed. 

Your cunt tightens around Dabi’s thick, long cock. And finally, he seems to lose the last bit of his control as well. 

He’d been softly groaning this whole time, but now he moans. His deliciously deep, raspy voice is right in your ear. His head rests on your shoulder and his grip on you has tightened. Over and over he mumbles “fuck”. 

Your mouth falls open but no sound comes out. It’s like the moans are stuck in your throat. Caught and unwilling to come out but your mind is a whirlwind. Dizzy and intoxicated off of carnal desire, you can’t help the way your body goes completely limp.

You fall back against the desk and rather quickly, Dabi is right on top of you. His lips are on yours and his tongue has slipped into your mouth. It quiets you both down, but just barely. 

And then he reaches down between you to give attention to your sensitive clit. 

Your toes curl and your back arches off of the hardwood desk. Your nails dig into him once again, more trails of red scratches. You cry out, completely unbridled. His lips are long forgotten now as you drown in your own pleasure. 

Your pussy is convulsing around his dick now, and your body trembles terribly. Dabi fucks into you like he’s been starved. The dull, muffled pulsing sounds of the music and your moans that fill the room are joined by the sound of your skin slapping together. 

There isn’t any room to be ashamed or shy any more. As Dabi’s cock hits your gspot over and over again, your brain melts further and all you can think about is how good you’re feeling and how much you love Dabi’s cock. And how much you miss being fucked.

How much you miss this.

You’re hearing yourself as though you are listening to someone else. You sound so pathetic—whining desperately and mewling. 

“Go ahead Princess, cum for me.”

With the magic words finally spoken, you completely break down. 

Your orgasm floods into your every limb, sedating you completely docile. And yet Dabi continues to fuck into you and while you are beginning to suffer from overstimulation and oversensitivity, you can’t bring yourself to try and push him off. So instead you just lay there obediently. 

His body grows tense and as you look up at him, your gaze hazy with pleasure and satisfaction, Dabi thrusts into you one last time before he’s emptying himself into the condom.

You thought that he, too, would collapse or at least be too tired to move, but instead he pulls out. He takes off the condom and ties it before tossing it in the trash. It’s almost humiliating, the way he seems so completely done with you.

But then he’s back on you.

His lips are all over your neck. Your chest. Your breasts. 

His tongue circles one of your nipple before taking it into his mouth, nibbling on it.

“F-Fuck.”It’s too much. You had never known yourself to be so sensitive and responsive, but you can’t help the way your body jolts. “Please―” 

Your toes curl and, once again, your hands tangle into Dabi’s hair as he takes your nipple back into his mouth and begins sucking and nibbling on it again. The way Dabi sucks on them―rolling the sensitive bud around with his tongue and kneading your other breast with his other hand—is enough to cause you to moan loudly and lewdly again. 

His lips trail from one breast to the other and he pays them the same attention.

You thought that you were finally starting to get your mind back. You thought your mind was finally becoming clear again, but then you feel his fingers slip back into you and you’re in a haze all over again.

This time, though, it does not take much.

Another, weaker orgasm hits you. It hurts a bit—it’s never hurt before but it does now. Your body is spent. You can’t take anymore. 

And really, even when you and Keigo were good—when your relationship was at its peak—you’d never felt like this before. You’d never experienced this kind of fatigue. It feels good. Experiencing this makes you feel good. Even better, really.

“Too much.”You whisper almost inaudibly, tugging at his hair to get him to stop. 

Dabi pulls away from you and this time, he’s got a satisfied smirk on his face. From the look in his eyes, it’s obvious that he is pleased with himself.

For a short while neither one of you say anything.

The air is dense. Heavy with the smell of sex and lust. And while you lay there on the desk, you think about what you’ve just done and why you don’t feel even an inkling of guilt.

You sit up finally, and put back on the bra he has retrieved. While you do so, he puts on his own shirt and further fixes his appearance. And then he walks back towards you, extending his hand for you to take. 

So you do.

He helps you from the desk but your legs are so weak you would have completely fallen if it had not been for him.

And the amusement glinting in his eyes lets you know that he knows that. But thankfully, he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he retrieves your purse for you and, when you’re ready, walks you to the door. 

“Your boyfriend is fucking stupid, by the way,”Dabi whispers as his large, warm hands soothingly rubs up and down your bare arms. And then he leans in, kissing you softly on the lips. He cups your face in his hands while yours hold onto the hem of his shirt, gripping it tightly. And when his tongue enters your mouth, you welcome it.

But the kiss ends before anything new can start up and you can’t help but feel a tad bit disappointed. 

You know that this is goodbye, though. 

Of course it is. 

This was a one time—one night thing. 

But you’ve received more attention in this one night than you have received in the last eight months from your supposed boyfriend.

You don’t look back as you walk out the door. 

Or, at least, you try not to.

It’s hard not to, but you fight every urge and instinct to do so. 

And just as you walk back out onto the main floor, Rumi is snatching you up and pulling you off to the side. 

“We’re leaving.”She tells you. 

Which you don’t argue against. With the night you’ve had, you certainly aren’t in the mood to dance anymore. In fact, you could really use a shower and a nice, warm bed right about now.

Besides, you know that you owe it to her to explain. And, maybe, as you explain it to her, you can make some sense of it for yourself as well.

"I'm not gonna lie to you I want that and I desire that I'm dreaming about that man. Give it here."

Reblog this if you want Dabi to slut you out.

Have y'all seen that trend on TikTok where it's like, "telling him night, 'cause if it was a goodnight I'd be bent over the counter with him in my guts"... or smth like that? Cause, it's making me think of Dabi...

I feel like Dabi's petty as shit, and he's over-dramatic as shit, so.. when he texts you, "goodnight doll" and you text him "night" with an 🙄 emoji, he's pissed. He's immediately calling your phone after that and actually sounds pissy.

"What the hell's your problem? I tell you goodnight and you send me some half assed text of night?" It's kinda funny, really it is, to hear Dabi be so bothered over something small, for him to be bothered over something he rarely says especially. So, when you tell him it's not a goodnight because if it was good, he'd have you bent over with your face buried in the pillows as he calls you his, pretty little doll.

Now.. Dabi doesn't like you 'mad' at him, so he decides, in that moment, that you're right. So he gets up at 11 at night to go pick the locks of your front door and make sure you have a goodnight.. curtesy of Dabi himself of course. I just don't think your neighbors will agree with your version of a "goodnight."

FWB!Dabi who gets tired of fucking you in missionary and decides he wants you ass up, face down so he can watch your pretty ass bounce on his cock.

FWB!Dabi who always gives you the meanest backshots of your life, to the point you just gotta try and pull yourself away, even if it's just for a second to breathe, only to be pulled back against him with a slap to your ass and a nip to your shoulder.

FWB!Dabi who reaches down to play with your clit only to feel his cock bulging in your tummy, and he swears on everything that he almost cums right then and there.

FWB!Dabi who fists your hair to pull you back against his chest to get a better look at his cock bulging in your tummy, only to let out the sexiest groans in your ear as he pushes down on the bulge.

FWB!Dabi who pushes two fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet so he can listen to the bed bang against the wall as his balls slap against your clit.

FWB!Dabi who has the prettiest smirk splitting his lips as he listens to the neighbors bang against the wall, yelling for you guys to "quiet down."

FWB!Dabi who pulls your head back, lightly slapping your cheek a couple times so that he can spit in your mouth as he whispers in your ear to, "swallow it pretty baby."

FWB!Dabi who pushes down on the arch of your back as he fucks you harder, just to hear you cry out for him, in those pretty little whines.

FWB!Dabi who finally lets you cum after hours of edging you, only to overstimulate you by continuously driving his cock into that little sweet spot.

FWB!Dabi who leaves you with a parting gift of "DABI" branded into your left ass cheek and a peck to your lips with a promise to "be back tomorrow, doll"

Dabi should've known something was up, your over-eagerness to wrap your lips around his cock gave you away. Then again, Dabi would never tell you "no" for wanting to keep his dick warm, however you might want too. Be it with that wet little cunt or that tight throat he loves fucking open so much. But when your pulling him towards the couch as soon as he walks in, barely giving him time to close and lock the door. He should've sensed something up with you when he caught a glance of your coy little smirk. "What's up with you doll, huh? The fuck you bouncin' aroun' for?" He asks with a lazy drawl, letting you lead him to the couch. There's a soft giggle that slips from your lips at his little grumble, with a shake of the head you grin. Pushing him down on the couch and dropping to your knees, you feel a hand pull your head back by your hair. Frowning up at him, you try to continue your ministration only to have your hands slapped away from his zipper. Grabbing your face, he pushes your lips into a wet pout, "you gonna fuckin' answer me or are you that cock hungry? I walk in the door and you're already tryna' choke on my cock." He slaps your cheek when you continue to stare up at him with doe eyes. Shaking your head at him you pull at his belt, with a roll of the eyes, he lets go and leans back against the couch, unbuckling his belt he throws it to the side, "go ahead, since it's all you can think about- can't even kiss me before you're tryna jump on it, huh? Ignoring him you get back to your little task at hand, pulling down the zipper and pawing at his clothed cock, flaccid in his boxers. You lean down taking it into your mouth, soft tongue wetting the bland material as he runs a hand through your hair, "you gonna get it hard for me, babydoll? Gonna swallow my cum when it leaks down your little throat, yeah?" Using the hand in your hair, he shakes your head in a nodding motion, "good girl, go 'head." He laughs at his own joke before taking his cock out of his briefs and tapping it on your lips. With a glance upwards and a smirk attempting to twist the corner of your lips, you lean forward licking the slit, it's a knee-jerk reaction as he feels the cool metal on his tip, "Jesus fucking Christ you didn't baby, fuck you didn't... let me see." He groans out, leaning forward then gripping your cheeks as he grabs your tongue and pulls the pink muscle out of your mouth. The shiny ball in the middle glistens in the dim lights of the apartment. He huffs out a scoff, as his tongue digs into his cheek when you start to jerk his cock, hand squeezing slightly around the base. "Got it pierced for you, Touya."

Dabi with a daddy kink.

Oh, and this man would fuck you in public. Not even like, "fuck in a public bathroom," would bend you over in a restaurant with everyone watching and do it.

A/N- I just want to start this off with.. why the hell are you so right?!?! He absolutely is the type of man to do some shit like this~ 😩 I hope you like it...

CW- smut, daddy kink, public sex

The first time it happened, it was an accident and you swear by that, really you do. It was in the heat of the moment, his cock was just so deep and your brain was fuzzy, everything seemed so high and cloudy. His hand was so warm and big around your neck, lithe fingers calloused and squeezing just right. Your voice coming out garbled and squeaky, tongue limp and wet, hanging out so pretty for him. So soft and warm on his thumb as he slips it in to keep you quiet for him.

He freezes when he hears it at first, cerulean eyes shooting to your own, burning hotter than hades flames. Dilated pupils leaking uncertainty as they flicker from your irises to your lips, thumb sitting pretty wrapped in plush skin. But you give yourself away when your eyes get all wide and anxious, at that point you know, that he knows what you said. That little gargled whine of "Daddy" was real, it came from you, and fuck, the repeated spews of "sorry, 'm so sorry Touya", "didn't mean it, just so good Touya." Leave him light-headed, heart pounding against his chest, pupils dilated on a high he didn't know was achievable. There's a quick, tighter squeeze around your throat before his hand pulls away to wipe the tears off your cheeks, hands moving wet hair off sticky wet skin.

"Shhh, it's okay, calm down pretty baby, I'm right here, yeah? I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere. But I need you to say it again princess, say it again for Daddy, please?" You try to say it again, you really do, for Touya, but it comes out choked, you don't mean for it too, it gets caught in your throat when his wet thumb presses down on your sticky clit. Rubbing rough circles into the little pearl, getting leaky juices on the floor when it drips off his cock, smearing on your thighs. "Try again baby, need to hear it again, you sound so pretty, hm?" Too much. It's too fucking much, his voice is raspy and cracking, warm breath panting in you ear, pleading with you.

He gets faster in his pace, cock twitching inside it's warm confinement as his balls slap against your ass. Heavy and full, ready and willing to give you everything you need. But it's too hot and stuffy in the dirty alley-way, people walking by and laughing. Parts of different conversations bouncing off your ears as your eyes roll back. The first spurt of warm cum he fucks into your cunt, has you keeling and pleading with him, voice raising in pitch as your nails dig into un-burned skin, blood starting to leak and gather under your nails.

"Daddy please, too much please, I can't, please I swear I can't, 'm too full," his hips stutter while hitting against your own. His abs clench, body tensing in full from the euphoria. Head thrown back as his eyes clench tight, white canines biting deep into your neck, pulling away soaked in crimson as deep imprints burn in their wake. The pain leaves a dopamine rush in your brain, ears buzzing from the overstimulation of everything.

"There you go baby, there you go, 'm so proud of you, so fuckin' proud, good girl." It's all so warm. His hands burning as electric eyes stare you down and whisper praise into your ear. Warm, wet tongue licking up ruby from your throat- smearing it onto un-flawed perfect skin. The full shock that wracks through your body when you cum for him makes you feel faint, legs like jelly and thighs strained from being wrapped around his waist for so long. The cobble from the cold, stone wall leaving nasty imprints on the backs of your thighs and arms. But it's all so worth it, worth it for Dabi, worth it for Touya.. worth it for Daddy.

I'm combining these, cause they're relatively the same.

TW: murder, murder insinuation

You didn't belong here, you knew that, Dabi knew that- hell, even the league knew that... but he couldn't let go. Dabi couldn't let you go. He realized that a couple weeks ago, while laying in bed with you. Cuddled up against him, you were so soft, made of cotton candy and silk. You didn't have a bad bone in your body, you were only a healer after all. You've never burned anyone so bad they turned to literal ashes at your feet, never watched men turned to ash from just your hands, never drove a blade into their heart for your own benefit. You didn't belong here and Dabi knew that, so, he made you belong.

He started taking you on missions with him, having you watch him burn people, whispering in your too, "watch doll, if you want too stay, you gotta watch." There was something... exciting about watching your expressions during these little escapades. It wasn't sexual for Dabi, atleast, at first. But when you gave him those teary, doe eyes he faltered in composure. The way you were at his jacket, eyes leaking salty tears, he just lost it, he promises he didn't mean it. But he had you against that wall, hand twisted in your hair so tight, you knew you'd have a headache by the end of it.

Teeth leaving nasty bruises on your throat, pretty shades of red and purple etched into your skin. Proving ownership of your full existence too him, too you, too everyone. Catching your tongue between his teeth, biting at your lips and shoving his desires down your throat. Who knew innocence tasted so sweet? Well, Dabi knew now, that it tasted of heaven, tasted of something he knew he'd never be, purity.

You always made the sweetest sounds when he was inside you, gave him a taste of paradise, tight grip on his hair as you screamed for him. He always felt good, he stretched you perfectly for him- you were made for him, if you will. You felt it, running your hands down his chest, so close together your arms were still touching your stomach... it was bulging from inside. Fuck- you could feel him inside and out, so connected that you were now one with him forever.

You always tightened so perfectly for him when he pressed down on your stomach, his cock protruding so much more that you felt like he was gonna burst out from the inside. Rip you open and leave you forever chiseled to the shape of his cock. Then you truly would belong to him, no man could fuck you like he does, leave you shaking like he does, no one could even have you clinging to them like Dabi does. He was going to do everything it took to break you down and rebuild you to his liking.

It's true that innocence tasted sweet, but Dabi was never one for sweets, always in favor of the salty, bitter things in life.

dabi x submissive catgirl reader :3

I'm not sure if you meant a cat-hybrid or a cat-girl (as in someone who just wears cat ears.) so i did both. Also, Dabi is such a fucking cat person. Dabi would love a cat-hybrid, he'll blow in your ears too watch them twitch or pull on your tail just to laugh when you hiss and attempt too claw at him. He'll let you lay on his chest as he scratches under your chin as he listens to you purr for him. He'll buy you the cutest collars with a loud bell. He even got you a custom collar with his name on the front as blue flames wrap the the collar. It even has a silver bell it, connected to a tag with the writing, "If Lost Return To Dabi." He spent a pretty penny on it too, so you better wear it, kitty. He likes to wrap your tail around his hand while fucking you in doggy, pulling your tail when you don't listen to him. PLEASE PLEASE, scratch up his back with your claws, he loves when you do. He'll cum immediately if you run your claws down his nape, with your legs wrapped his waist, begging and pleading for his cum. He'll have you lick the pad of his thumb, he loves the sand-paper like feel of it, but Dabi is an asshole.. so every so often he'll grab your tongue as you lick him. Also, when you suck his cock, giving it little kitty lick- literally- it never fails to have him shuddering as he cums.

But... Dabi would also adore a cat-girl. At first he thought it was some kind of pet play thing you wanted to try, which he was cool with, but it was just a little different for him, that's not a kink he's tried yet. But he just loved to see you prancing around with faux cat ears and a dainty little bell attached to the lace choker. You wanna be a pet so bad, don't you? yeah, you do, pretty kitty... so sweet for him, sitting at his feet as you suck on his fingers. Lapping at them, getting 'em all wet and sticky for him so that he can use those same fingers, drenched in your saliva to play with your pretty pussy. He'll make you crawl on your hand and knees, ass high in the air. You wanna dress and look like a cat? You better be prepared to act like one, babydoll. That means meowing at his feet, rubbing your face on his legs and hands. Don't think that, that gives you the "go ahead" to start knocking shit off the counter, cause he will punish you. Making you eat out of a cat bowl, having you sit next to him on the floor while he eats, you eat on the floor kitty. You wanna be a bratty pet? He has no problems treating you like one.He does however, give really good head scratches. "A pretty pussy for a pretty kitty, hm, how fitting." or "C'mon, purr for me kitty, your pussy has no problem listening, so why do you?" or "Knock that glass over and your sleeping at the bottom of the bed, brat." and, of course... "C'mere baby, I got you a pretty lil' collar, it's custom made. Got my name on it and all."

dabi and reader are making out and it gets heater when readers ex keeps calling and they finally answer and dabi just continues kisses all over while they attempt to tell the ex off

I may or may not have gone over-board.. oops

It started too piss you off, one or two calls you could deal with.. but fuck 54?? Yeah, no, and you could tell Dabi was getting sick and tired of hearing your ringtone go off plus the vibration of messages. It was really starting to piss him off too. Dabi prides himself on being mostly calm and having good composure. But when he couldn't even fuck his pretty girl in peace? That crossed a line. I mean come the fuck on, he couldn't even make his pretty pussy cum for him without a barrage of texts and calls from your blatantly stupid ex, I mean they really didn't get the idea that you wanted them too fuck?

His breaking point was when he had just made you cum on his tongue, fuck you were so happy too finally cum after the hour of accidental edging you were receiving from Dabi stopping to silence your phone. You had pleaded with Dabi to turn your phone off so that he could just fuck you already, but he had blown you off and just silenced it. Smirking at you too just wait because he had an idea. That was never really good though, because it meant you got caught in the cross-fire.

He loved doggy, truly he did. It gave him a perfect of your ass bouncing back against his cock, as you pleaded with him too fuck you harder. Gave him perfect access to slap your ass and pull your hair, allowed him to lean over you and get deeper as he whispered in your ear. "Just like that doll, just like that- fuckkk so good. Tightest fuckin' pussy, your ex will never feel this shit again, you understand me?" You try to nod for him, let him know that you understand. But it's truly all in vain because his grip is tight on your hair, using it as leverage to pull you back against him faster, hair threatening to rip at the roots.

"Speak pretty baby, tell me you understand, yeah? Unless you don't wanna cum anymore, hm? Is that what you want baby?" You shake your head "no," fucking yourself backwards on his dick, whining at him, "no, no Dabi.. it's not what I want, wanna cum on your cock. Please let me, please please please-" He pushes your face into the pillow to shut you up. Pillow being drenched in you tears and spit as you feel sweat running down your neck.

"Alright, alright baby, you can cum- fuck squeeze me like that again babydoll." he whines so pretty in your ear as you hiccup when his lithe fingers reach around and start rolling your clit around, slapping at your xlit when you try too pull away, whining at him that it's, "too much Dabi, gonna cum too quick.. haa fuck." He presses a wet kiss to your cheek when you reach behind you and try to slap at his chest, but he just leans back and grabs both of your arms and puts them in a cross behind your back. It's all so fucking good, he fucks you so good, his prince albert piercing fucking into your sweet spot so good.

But then it happens again, that loud, ugly cry coming from your phone to alert you of an incoming call and Dabi huffs out a laugh. There's an annoyed whine bubbling in your throat when Dabi pulls out but you settle down when he pats your ass a couple times. He grabs your phone and chooses the facetime option before he throws the phone over to you. You quickly try to move the phone away from you and covering your chest but Dabi just rips your hands away and tosses your phone to the side before he puts you back in position, with your ass in the air. Slipping his cock back inside he picks up your phone while he fucks into you.

"I was waiting for you too call, you can't take a hint, can you fucker?" There's shuffling on the other side of the phone before Dabi grabs you by the hair and pulls your head back. "Ah ah, don't you fuckin' hang up now, dumb fuck. You're gonna watch as I fuck my pussy and hopefully then you get the hint when she cums on my dick, yeah?" Dabi moves the phone in front of your face as he fucks into you harder, and all your ex sees is your eyes crossed as drool spills down your chin. Your mouth left in an 'o' as he chuckles at your loud whines, hickeys covering your neck and chest, your close.. fuck so close. But Dabi pulls the phone back and hangs up as you cum, head falling forward as you scream into the pillow.

Dabi cums inside after a few seconds later as he bites into your shoulder. Grunting in your ear as you shake, chest heaving as your vision goes blurry. It takes a couple minutes for you to recover, Dabi pulls out and falls to the side, moving you so that your face is buried in his chest. When you finally catch your breath you lean up to kiss him, "you hung up? I thought you were gonna teach them a lesson?" Dabi huffs out a laugh, moving your sweaty hair away from your face. "I did, but I wasn't gonna let them watch you cum for me. I'm the only one allowed too see that shit, but... if it doesn't deter them, I can always set them on fire, babydoll."

Reader sees Dabi in an alley by accident and tries to get away quietly but Dabi sees her and brings her into the alley. He has her up the wall with a hand firmly around her neck but not chocking her but enough to threaten her. He asks for her personal info and takes pictures of her for reference just in case anything happens. And he looks at her more closely and he's like wow she's always more pretty. So he thinks for a bit and makes a deal you get out in one piece if you let me fuck you. The reader already knew he was giving her a false sense of choice so she agrees. Dabi likes her submissiveness so he gave her the choice of the location to fuck. And while she is thinking Dabi is already so handsy with her. Kissing her neck and running his hands up and down her body. He's like 'if you don't pick quick im fucking you here in the alley'. And she eventually picks a love hotel not too far from them. Once they were done fucking it's the next morning and Dabi is gone but she checks her phone messages and there's a lot of photos and videos of them together in different positions and a note at the end

See you next time Doll~

💙Dabi

(the blackmail really gets me fr😭)

TW: DUBCON, blackmail, noncon pictures and video taking, a hint of coercion. Work was always so boring, you wanted something fun. There was nothing fun about serving drunk men alcohol as they thanked you with raunchy comments. Trying to grope you while you were just doing your job. Complaining about their "bitch wife" in a drunken slur then passing out. The money was good though.. and your co-workers weren't awful. But that really didn't mean anything in the end.

It was too much, you just needed a cigarette and then you could finish your shift then go home and sleep the rest of the night away. It was warm outside, pretty too. Sky full of different shades of blue, no clouds in sight. It was quiet surprisingly, considering you weren't in the best part of town. The attacks from the League of Villains ramping up by tenfold, charred bodies appearing in multitudes. Consumed by beautiful azul flames licking away at ash. Some were lucky though, if you could even call it that, some people were burned so bad they were disfigured, leaving ugly third degree burns on their face and arms. Hopefully they weren't in this part of the city yet.

But then again, the heros were on their ass.. so it's possible. Leaning your head back against the wall, you sigh out, closing your eyes for a couple seconds before you hear footsteps. Your eyes snap open as your head snaps to the sound. There's a man in a black tattered coat, he looks exhausted. Purple burnt skin attached to healthy skin by staples. Tattered clothes with mangy boots.

Holy shit, it can't be... they shouldn't be in this part of the city, not this soon anyway. You have too get out, now. You try to be quiet, you really do, but you can't be quiet wearing heels. You mistook a step, catching the eye of the assailant. His piercing blue eyes shoot up towards you, a sick grin crawling up on his lips. As he walks closer, stumbling back you trip over your heels. He chuckles at you, grabbing your arms too lift you up, "easy there doll, what's your problem, hm? You scared?" You swallow down the dry air, shaking your head at him as you try to shake off his grip. But his hold on you just tightens, reminds you of a boa constrictor, trying too keep his prey at bay.

He presses you into the wall with an-unassuming amount of strength, pressing into you as he leans down towards your ear. "Where you goin, doll? I'm not gonna hurt you... if you comply that is." Squeezing your eyes shut, you nod into his chest, trying too control your breathing. You inhale deeply before stuttering out a response. "What did you, uh.. what did you want from me..?" There's a sniffle between your words.

"Mmm, yeah, need something real bad baby, think you can help me, hm?" You swallow down your spit, hesitantly nodding at him. "I- uh... I think, what did you need Sir.." He chuckles at that, running his nose up and down your cheek, inhaling deeply into your hair. "Sir, huh? You into that dolly?" You feel your fingers twitch against his tattered coat as you shake your head at him.

"N-no.. I just- I don't know your name..so," he leans back at that. Eyeing you up and down he grins, "that's cute baby, you really don't know who I am? That makes me a little sad honestly, but it's Dabi... I like Sir much better though, what do you think?" You swallow again, your right hand rubbing up and down your left arm, as your eyes look to the side. Rolling his eyes, he grabs your chin and makes you look at him. "Nah ah, don't look away from me, I'm not done talking to you bitch." Licking your lips, you swallow before looking up at him again. "There you go, you gonna behave for? Gonna help me with my... big problem babydoll, hm? Say, "Yes Sir." Your left hand twitches before you nod up at him, "Yes Sir, i'll help you with your... big problem." He hums at you before tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and smirking at you. "I knew you would, you're so good, huh? Gonna let you pick the location cause' you're being so sweet for me... go 'head." You sniffle before licking your lips and nodding again. He hums, rubbing his thumb over your cheek and pulling down your bottom lip. "I wanna... can we go to the love hotel.. it's only a couple blocks away.. I want my first time to be.. a little special." He grins, pulling you towards his side with an arm wrapped around you. "Ahh, little slut's a virgin, wouldn't 've guessed." You try to shuffle away at that but he just tightens his hold around you. "C'mon baby, I was just joking, I'll behave from now on, promise," he snickers. It take's a minute to get there, with Dabi trying to get there as quickly as possible... his problem continuously growing as you walk with him. The hotel is pretty run down, smelling of weed and sex. The painting is peeling from the walls as women and men alike are staggering around and theirs people making out just outside the hotel, grinding and sliding their hands down the others clothes. "This is where you wanted your special moment?" He raises an eyebrow at you as he throws a wad of bills on the check-in desk. You huff at him, "it's better then some sleazy alleyway, surrounded by heroin needles." You retort, grabbing the key from him and walking to the room. He follows closely behind not failing to be as touchy as possible while you open the door. He ushers you into the room as he pins you against the wall and getting to work marking up your neck.

You try to slow your heart rate as your hands ball in his shirt, with a hiss he grinds his cock into your thigh. Nipping at your collar bone and running his tongue over your jugular as he nuzzles his nose into your neck. You tilt your head back, giving him more access as you run your hands up his shirt. He chuckles into your neck, pulling your shirt over your head and sucking your nipples through your bra. He laughs against your chest when you let out a choked whimper, clawing at his stomach. He huffs before snapping your bra from the back and sucking nipple and playing with the other, pinching it and leaving hickeys between your tits. He grabs you by your hair, pulling you towards the bed and throwing on it face first. Your breasts flat against the rough-feeling mattress, as you try to get up, he pushes you back against it, a hand holding pressed into the curve of your lower back. "Nah ah, fucking stay.. don't need you IDing me now princess." You breathe out softly and nod into the sheets, your body relaxing against the bed while he pulls your pants and panties down, letting them fall to your ankles. You hear him groan from behind you, he runs a warm hand over your ass before slapping it a couple times and chucking when you squeeze your legs shut. "Dirty little bitch, you want it real bad, yeah? Yeah you fuckin' do, say please and I might fuck you with the tip bitch." You whine into the sheets, salty tears leaking down your cheeks and staining the sheets. He chuckles, taking a hand and pushing your head down into the mattress as his other hand unzips and takes off his pants, his boxers being pulled down in the process, he spreads your pussylips apart before leaning down and spitting on your clit, before fucking his tip into your cunt and groaning when he feels you tighten around him. Your pussy feels so good, warm and tight, just how he likes it. He fucks into you harder, using a hand to stabilize himself next to your head as he fucks into you harder. He's so big, you can feel him in your stomach, it hurts a little, stretching so wide to accommodate him as he growls in your ear. You're so deep into it, your head so fogged up that you don't hear the camera shutters or feel him spread you wide as he films the two of you locked together. He fucks you good, you'll give him that, you don't remember passing out as he fucked into you, waking up to your familiar ringtone of your phone as you sit up, breasts spilling over the blanket as you lean towards the bedside table... 'Dabi' left you a text, "I had a fun night doll, I know you did too.. or else you wouldn't 've passed out on my cock, It was good wasn't it, I know it was, don't worry you can tell me in person when I come see you again. You're the best pussy I've had in a while if I'm being honest. Pretty wet pussy too, It's like a hug for my dick, if you will lol. Also, don't even think about trying to get away .. unless you want these getting leaked to your boss and family pretty baby." A couple seconds later six pictures and four videos pop up. Now it all makes sense... he wasn't worried about being Ided, you had already seen his face, plue he gave you his name... you're screwed literally.

Can you write where Dabi captures the reader and fucks her. But she thinks that if she would fight back it would hurt more so she just tries to close her eyes and disassociates. But Dabi sees this and not having it. He's like 'thanks for not fighting but your gonna stay with me while I fuck you. And since your so submissive I'll make you feel REALLY good'. Kisses her nose softly and proceeds to fuck her to almost a mind break.

A/N- sorry I've been M.I.A, I had the flu 😞 but thankfully it's gone and I'll be able too put out more content

TW- NONCON, abuse, brief mention of panic, self-blaming, blood, brief mention of a wound Being a hero was something you've always dreamed of, your whole family were heros. Your father was a pro and your mom was low-ranking but still amazing nonetheless. She only quit when she became pregnant with you, but your mother was an inspiration to you, always had been. So, when you graduated from UA and got your hero license it was the happiest day of your life. Your father took you to his agency, put in a good word for you. You were the shining star of his agency, climbing ranks pretty quickly and gathering a fan-base even quicker. Now, this wasn't your first patrol, but it was a new area. It sounded easy enough though, plus this was your first patrol without your father even though he had basically pleaded to come with you.. but this was your chance too show him you didn't need to be babied and you could protect yourself so you declined his offer and shut off your phone. You hadn't heard or seen any major villains in the area anyway. So, what could be so hard about walking around the city looking out for danger. Tokyo was so beautiful at night too, lovely pink sky tonight, no clouds in sight with birds soaring and chirping. It was so peaceful, you highly doubted that anything bad would happen

The air smelled pure, a nice beautiful breeze blowing your hair around, until... it started to smell smokey and your view of the rosy sky was obscured by azure flames, the extreme heat too close to your skin causing you to stumble backwards into a hard chest as a hand claps tightly against your mouth and nose. Cutting off the air flow to your brain and squeezing your cheeks together as your dragged into an alleyway away from the quiet street. You try to struggle against the man but you can't breathe and you're starting to panic, your nails clawing at his hand gather blood under them. You hear the man hiss in pain before your thrown into the brick wall, hitting your head off of it and falling to the floor as blood drips from the the on your temple. Trying to stand up proves to be more difficult then you thought as your vision turns blurry and your wound aches. You're gasping you realize, trying to suck in as much air as possible before you're kicked in the stomach and thrown a couple feet. You can't breathe in anymore as you groan out, the air coming out in choked huffs. Then he's on top of you, fisting at your hair as you try an' catch your breath, pushing at his chest but he just shoves you back down effortlessly. When your eyes do finally open, they're met by heated sapphire, staring you down and observing you. You quickly recognize the man, from the burn scars and blue flames, this probably the worst possible situation for you, you've heard of Dabi and he doesn't [lay very nice with people. "It's best if you stay down little hero, unless you want to be in the burn unit for awhile... that is if you don't turn to ash first." He laughs in your face, staples stretching as grins far too wide for it too not hurt. Your thrashing ceases at the threat and he hums at you, running a hand down your face wiping the blood from your head. "That's all it took to get you to behave? That's pretty sad, so obsessed with that pretty face you won't fight me?" You try and turn your face away from him but he just moves it back and stares you down, his eyes getting darker as he does so. "If you're.. gonna kill me just do it, I'm not giving you information," you breathe in between your sentence, trying to slow your heart rate. He mockingly pouts at that, before leaning towards your ear and breathing down your neck. "Oh, you are gonna give me something.. just not information doll." He counters, pulling away and sitting on your thighs and pulling up your shirt. You swallow, knowing exactly what he's insinuating, letting your head fall back on the concreate as you squeeze your eyes tight and go limp. He coos at you, pulling up your shirt above your breasts and pulling down your bra, so it sits below your tits. 'It's best too let it happen, maybe he won't kill you if you behave and keep quiet, he can't be for long since there will be other heros coming to patrol the area soon, it'll be over quick.' You chant in your head as you try to block out the sound of him unzipping his pants and the jingle of his belt being undone. Trying too escape into your head doesn't work for you though, when he notices that hazy look in your eyes as you go quiet, he slaps you across the face.

"I don't fucking think so, you think you can escape me using that little head of yours? You're gonna look at me while I fuck you and your gonna thank me after, you understand me?" You nod at him as you cradle your red, stinging cheek. Tears clouding your eyes as they become leaky with salty tears as you attempt to muffle your cries. He finishes undressing you, pulling your panties to the side and spitting on your cunt before pumping his cock and slipping inside. He sucks in a breath through his teeth as his head falls back and he growls out in contentment. His hands shoot to your hips as he maneuvers one of your legs from underneath him and over his shoulder. "Fuckin' Christ you're tight, soft little pussy sucking my cock in so good, don't worry I'm not going anywhere," he mocks, a dark chuckle slipping from his lips as he starts to fuck into you. His pace has no rhythm as he just humps at your cunt, a spit-coded finger coming down to rub at your clit in messy circles, slapping at the sensitive bud a couple times when you try to look away from the intensity his eyes provide you with. He leans down and coos at you when you whine, kissing at your cheek and nose, grinning when you make no attempt at moving away. He's so rough, pounding at your cervix and panting in your ear, biting down on your neck. "Just like that, squeeze me tighter baby.. mm fuck- best pussy I've ever had, 'ts fuckin' crying for me... mmph, you might not like me but she sure does, I'll make sure to give 'er a little gift, hm? You think she'd like that? I think she would, I'll cum in you just for her, yeah?" You can't think anymore, head too cloudy as your senses become overstimulated from being fucked like a toy, fuck you really should' ve listened to your father and let him come with you, this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't been so quick to go off on your own and act like a pro, your eyes start to close before you can pity yourself anymore and everything goes black.

Bully Dabi🥵 he messes with you your whole life ever since you moved in the neighborhood. He makes sure you don't have any meaningful connections with friends from school so no one bothers you. It wasn't till University that it got kicked up a notch. He wasn't shoving into you or saying mean things anymore it was more sexual now. He grabs you around the corner of a classroom and makes you grind on him. While doing that he says the nastiest things in your ear. 'You always wanted this' 'wanted to ruin you for so long' 'wait till you see my cock you'll drool over it like the little cock slut you are' 'my cock slut' 'can't wait to see this tummy buldge from my cock'

TW- NONCON, victim blaming, sexual assault, bullying, verbal and physical abuse You had moved into the neighborhood when you were about eight years old, your dad had gotten a new job that payed way better then his old one. Being an only child, you never really had people to play with so, when your dad told you that there was a family across the street with kids your age, you were ecstatic. The kids were really nice to you, well, except the oldest, Touya or as all his friends called him, Dabi. He was always so mean to you. Tripping you, pulling your hair, spilling juice on your pretty clothes, you never liked Touya, he never gave you a reason too. So, you did your best to avoid him, you only came over to play with Fuyumi anyway, so, you would just be in her room playing dolls and having fun, until you had to go home. Now the bullying wasn't too bad as kids, it was more like an inconvenience for you. But in high school? That's when it started to get worse, the tripping turned into Dabi- as he now forced you to call him- pushing you into lockers and laughing when he sees the bruises on your shoulders and thighs. The hair pulling turned into him yanking you up by your hair as he called you mean names. You wanted to tell someone, you truly did but all the girls loved Dabi, that was apparent when he had a new one hanging off him everyday. Plus you didn't want your parents to move you to a different school, you had a lot of friends here. You especially didn't want to tell Fuyumi, knowing she'd tell everyone, it would be in good faith coming from her but, she really couldn't keep a secret to save her life.

Dabi being older then you by a couple years means he graduated and went to college first, giving you two years of peace, you didn't have to look over your shoulder or wear jackets all the time in order to cover the bruises he inflicted. You could have fun and joke around with friends without him staring you down from across the hall. It was the best two years of school you've had in your life, plus, Dabi moved into a dorm on campus with his friends Keigo and Tomura. So, you rarely saw Dabi around the neighborhood, except when he came home occasionally on weekends. But even then, you'd rather five- rarely seven- days of peace then none at all. It also meant you could talk to guys without Dabi threatening them or in most cases, beating them black and blue. It's the worst in college though, the years of peace in high school gone all too quickly as you start uni. Although, you don't have any classes with Dabi, so you rarely see him. After classes is a different story though, he's trailing after you, holding you hostage in empty classroom and calling you mean names as his bullying gets bolder.. more.. sexual. He's pinning you against the wall now, leaving hickeys and bruises on your neck, shoving his tongue in your mouth and probably the worst is when he pushes you on top of the desk to spread your legs and hump your cunt over your clothes. Then there was the time that Dabi had dragged you you into an empty classroom, calling you a slut because your skirt was too short for his liking as he laid you on the empty teacher desk and proceeded to pull your skirt up and take his cock out. He had you lay there as he rubbed the head of his dick over your clit, through your panties, making you beg for him to play with your pussy. "Feels good, doesn't it slut?" Forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist, he grinds into your cunt. Slapping your hands away when you try to hide your face and laughing when you start to cry. Pumping his cock a couple times, he runs it over your panties, making sure his tip catches your clit. Trying to look away from him doesn't work 'cause he'll just pull your upper body off the desk and make you watch him fuck your clit, his slit leaking beads of pre-cum, wetting the sensitive nub, his piercing catching on it so nicely. He'll switch from that, to pulling your underwear to the side so that he can slap at the little bundle of nerves and rolling it with his pointer and thumb.

"I don't know why you're covering your face, you were asking for it, wearing all the slutty clothes that you do." Dabi says the meanest things when he has you like this, he's never been soft while he touches you. Always bending you over the railing in the stairwell so that he can lift your skirt to rub your pussy with two fingers then he'll pull your thong tightly against your pussy, so that your lips peak out and he can grind against you. Or when you're leaving the building he'll pull you with him behind the school so that he can give 'daily hole checks,' as he calls them. He says he does them to make sure you're not whoring yourself out, seeing how tight you are by making you suck on his fingers so he can push them inside you. "Bend over bitch, I won't ask again, gotta make sure this pussy is just how I left it." If you're too slow doing as he asks, he'll push against the wall and pulling your ass towards him. From there, he'll pull your panties down, letting them drop to your ankles as he spreads your pussy open and literally stares at your pussy for minutes, pulling lips apart and pushing tip of his thumb inside, spitting on your clit and using his palm to spread it all over your cunt, getting spit on your thighs as he does so. If he deems that your pussy isn't how he left, whether his cum is no longer in you or you feel "looser" then he'll punish you. He makes you hold up your skirt from behind with your face squished against the dirty brick wall as he slaps your ass, hitting you so hard your eyes burn from the salty tears running down your cheeks. Telling you mean things as he carries out his brutal assault on your ass. "Don't start crying now bitch, if you weren't such a slut, I wouldn't have to hit you." or, "Did you really wipe my cum out of you? You ungrateful little whore." and, "Move away from me again and see what happens, I'll hit a lot fucking harder, try me." and of course, "You really think anyone'll believe you? Those bitches you hang out with would kill to be in your position, would beg to have my cock stretching them so full it bulges from their fucking stomach.

You're not allowed to leave the apartment if Dabis cum isn't leaking from your pussy, it's a rule. Recent but a rule nonetheless, he had established it after a man had flirted with you, right in from of him. Safe to say that man is no longer alive and you're always full now, but, he'll sometimes settle for just cumming on your panties and rubbing the cloth against your pussy. He stays on top of this rule, relentlessly. Having you send him pictures of your panties in a badly lit bathroom stall or asking for video proof of you spreading your pussy open for the camera in your friends bathroom. "If that pretty pussy isn't leaking my cum, that should tell you you're not going out doll, now get your pretty little ass over here."

Could you write a Chikan with Dabi? Like I image he sees a sweet little thing like you on the train and he can't just help himself to you. He moves behind you and starts groping you and before you could move away he wraps his arms around your shoulders and whisper in her ear if you don't comply with me this whole train is going to be set ablazed. You instantly stilled and Dabi called you a good girl and starts licking and biting your neck roughly but not too much from being noticed by others.

I'm so sorry this is late, I hope the person who sent this in sees it, if you did please send me an anon message saying you did, I feel so bad for delaying this TW: Noncon dry humping, noncon kissing and touching, threats of murder. You had gotten off work a while ago but because of a villian attack, you had missed your train. Thankfully it was over quick and no one got too injured but it was still chaotic nonetheless, people screaming, running away and just an overall panic from the public. But, with it all being said and done, the train schedule went back to normal and you were able to get on the next one. This cart though, was a lot more crowded then you expected, people squeezing into seats and people hanging off the same bar. The only option was to go to the back, it was less crowded but still packed. It was quieter at the back though, just people reading or having their earbuds in. After the first three stops there was more seats and less people so you had room to sit and relax, that was until a pregnant woman handling an infant got on, looking absolutely exhausted, so, giving up your seat, you just used one of the handle bars in the back. "If you scream or try and get help, I'll set this whole train on fire," it's an instant reaction that had you tensing up. Letting out a stuttered exhale you glance down to see arms wrapping around your waist, covered by thick black hoodie sleeves. The man leans close to your ear, breathing down your neck as he chuckles breathlessly when you freeze against his chest. He runs his hand up and down your stomach as the other hand sits underneath your breasts. The mans mouth moves closer to your throat, mouthing at the right side as he runs a hand down your thigh and slides it back up grabbing a handful of your ass. There's a whimper that leaves your throat, jerking away from the man. Pulling you back by your hips, he growls in your ear as he nips at your shoulder. "Shhh, be a good girl for me." He leaves a wet trail of kisses on your neck, occasionally, nipping and biting. Sucking hickies into your skin, just under your skin. Crossing his arms over your stomach, he grinds into you, licking your skin as he groans in your ear. Trying to regulate your breathing as best you can, you glance around to distract your mind, catching the glare and disgusted snarl of an older lady, you look away ashamed. Your eyes squeezing shut when you feel the man slip his hand under your shirt, marking another hickey above your collarbone. The kisses start becoming more frantic as he pants in your ear, grinding harder into you as his hands grab at your tits. "Oooh fuck- such a nice little ass...your tits feel so soft too." He leans his head back slightly, still keeping an eye you as he does so. The conductor announces the next stop and you hear the man curse under his breath, his grinding getting faster as his biting gets harder. His breath coming out in quick pants as his grip tightens around you, holding you closer. He moves you further into the back of the train, pinning you against the wall, holding you like a boyfriend would. His hips moving faster against your ass as he groans in your ear, grabbing you by the jaw and kissing you as he covers your eyes with his free hand. Groaning into your mouth, you feel something wet bleed into the back of your pants, wetting the ass of your panties while he places a hand near your face, moving it to face the wall again as he rides out his high and grunts. You bite your lip to stop the sad whimper from escaping as the man backs away, the train doors opening and kisses your cheek before leaving, making sure to give you a pat on your ass and a dark chuckle. 'Thanks for the help pretty girl, see you around."

Okay, okay, so this is kinda touching on religion, so if you're uncomfortable, please ignore this!!

But I can just imagine Dabi shoving his dick down the reader's throat, knowing she's super religious, saying something like "I am your God now," and before she can reply, shoves it deeper.

Im a simp and I'm not apologizing for it.

No, because I can definitely see this... also I'm fine with writing religious things, don't worry. I do want to say that, I support all religious beliefs and this is not meant to offend anyone, it's all fiction. TW: religious themes, noncon blowjob, yandere Dabi, Dabi has a God complex, disrespect and mocking of said beliefs, implied kidnapping. Dabi thought your beliefs were stupid, he pitied you for your beliefs to someone who would never answer them, they would never come save you. He looked at like, those naive people who still looked up to heros.. they didn't care about you, so what's the point in devoting your life to someone that allowed a monster, like Dabi, too take you away from everything that you once knew. Allowed a villian to break you down and use you for his own selfish desires. He'd watch you pray to a God that never saved you, cause if they cared, you wouldn't still be chained to the bed, stuck in a cycle of naive hope, waiting for someone, you should know by now, wouldn't help you. "I'm gettin' tired of this doll, you'll get on your knees for a non-existent God.. but not for me?" He scoffs, watching you pray on your knees, hands folded on the bed. Standing in the door way with a scowl he walks over to you, pulling you up by your hair. He sits on your bed as he makes you stand in between his spread legs. You try to pull away, you really do, slapping at his hands and trying to back away. It just doesn't work though, with a couple harsh slaps to your naked thighs, your attempted fighting subsides. "Try and pull away again, see what happens." His eyes are narrowed, the bright cerulean now a dark admiral blue, sharp eyes waiting for you to step out of line as his hand tightens in your hair. His free hand coming to wrap around your throat, causing you to bend, face to face with him. His eyes fly over your face as he grins, pulling you down harder so that your situated on your knees. He looks down at you, a faux pout on his mis-matched lips. The hand on your throat eases up when you completely stop struggling, running the hand in your hair, down your face, petting your cheek as he laughs. "There we go, pretty girl... just stop fighting, hm? Be good for me, It's so much more filling to behave for me." Moving both hands to your face, he rubs his thumbs over your cheeks, in comforting circles as he coos at you mockingly. Keeping a hand on your jaw, he unbuckles his belt with the other, popping open the button as he unzips his pants, slightly pulling down his pants and boxers, just enough to pull his cock out. There's an immediate attempt to pull away on your end, wiggling away as he squeezes his hand harder around your face. "Ah ah, you like it on your knees so much, praying to bullshit.. you'll love worshipping my cock then. I'm your new God now, you'll serve me, whether you like it or not." He places the leaky head on your lips, tapping it on your bottom lip before the hand on your jaw squeezes, causes your lips to open slightly and he pushes in. Moving both his hands through your hair, making you bob your head, his grip unyielding on your hair as you gag. His pre cum slipping down your throat causing you too choke as your eyes squeeze tight. "Don't. Look your God in the eyes as he cums down your throat, show him how much you appreciate him.'

Hii!! Thinking about a desperate (very platonic coworker) Dabi who gets desperate after having a crush on reader for so long, so he decides to sneak into their room while they're working and bury his face into her panties while he absentmindedly palms himself through his sweatpants, only for the reader to walk in after getting off work early.

Just a suggestion!! absolutely no pressure, I luv luv luv your work!!

Thank you so much, I'm so glad you enjoy my work and I hope I did your request justice, I love the occasional pathetic Dabi willing to get off with a pair of your panties to suffice his nasty little thoughts. Dabi always thought you were hot, ever since you joined the league, prancing around in those tight ass shirts and those mini skirts. He knew, you knew, what you were doing, teasing him. Intentionally dropping things on the floor only to bend over in front of him as your skirt flips up, showing him that tiny black thong that has him re-adjusting himself and holding his breath. The little shorts you wear that ride up your thighs when you sit down, those same shorts that barley cover your ass. It pisses him off, intentionally turning him on and going about like you don't know he's rock hard, pumping his cock to thoughts of you when he's alone. Stealing your panties and using them to pump his cock as he groans your name, chest heaving as he pants and his eyes are rolling back thinking about your tight cunt, what it would feel like wrapped around him, how warm and wet it would be for him as he fucks you through orgasm after orgasm. Pulling the prettiest sounds out of you, screaming for him, asking him to let you cum, begging him to go faster, fuck you harder as tears drip down your cheeks and your eyes are tightly shut from the overwhelming pleasure he gives you. The pretty sound he forces from your throat as your head falls back or.. would you push him away because it's too much. Begging him too slow down so that you can catch your breath. He has these thoughts constantly and no matter how often he fucks his fist. pumping his cock as pale beads of pre drip from the slit, he always gets hard at the thought of seeing you, the choked gasps being pulled from his throat as he thinks about you in your little outfits, leaving nothing to the imagination, but that's good, that works for him. It gives him more too think about as he cums, picturing what paties your wearing under those little pieces of cloth you call clothes. But, then it's not enough anymore, he needs the source but that's too risky so.. he goes to the next best thing.. your bedroom. It's not super girly, no pink zebra print or overly stimulating colors, pretty normal in fact, but he's not here for that, he's here for those little panties of yours. Your dirty hamper is his best bet, they've already been worn and you need to wash them anyway, he's sure you won't mind if he leaves you a little gift. Your bed's soft, smells so much like you, that's good, he needs it over riding his senses as he cums. There's slick in the crotch of your panties, you probably just recently took them off, and they smell so good. he's positive he has time to get a session in, Tomura sent you on a mission, you shouldn't be back for a while, that's good for him but he still has to hurry. It always feels good when he jerks off but, surrounded by your scent as he has your panties over his nose, muffleing his groans and the occasional whimper makes it all that much better. Putting his mind in a place of ecstasy as he gets close. You taste good too, your slick tastes so sweet, he's positive it'll taste better when he buries his face in your pussy, feeling you pull at his hair when you cum in his mouth as he drinks it down. He's close, he can feel it, the knot in his stomach as his abs flex is tell-tale to him, he's gonna cum. His head's so wrapped up he doesn't hear your door open as you saunter in. "Well.. would you look at this? Are you enjoying yourself Dabi?"

Dabis favorite thing in bed is you riding him, he loves watching you bounce on his cock as he smokes a cigarette, hearing you whine all pretty for him while he uses a hand to rock your hips back and forth as you leave pretty red scratches down his scarred chest. Your pretty tits bouncing in his face as you bless his ears with choked whimpers, pleading with him to let you cum as he shudders from you tightening around him. He lets out the prettiest whines when he gets close, letting out stuttered pants as you lean close to his face, praising him for how good his cock feels, how good it makes you feel. How he always makes you cum and how you find it so pretty when his hands tighten around your hips to keep himself grounded, begging you to give him a break when he's overstimulated. Pleading with you you to just give him a second as those pretty groans turn into pitiful whines as you continue to bounce on his spent cock.

"Baby, baby, baby... please baby, give me a break... oh fuuck," or. "Can- can't cum again... please just- shiiit just a second doll," or. "Tight fucking cunt.. trying to bleed me dry, huh? yeah yeah yeah yeah, you fucking love this cock," and even. "Too much, too much... it hurts baby please... just a second baby I promise." @isabeauwolf

Dabi letting you hold his hands while you ride him because he knows you can't possibly take something so big all on your own...