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The Ups and Downs Are Worth It

Day Twenty-Nine: Finger Fucking | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Twice x f!reader Genre: Smut Notes: back to my Twice roots <3 Warnings: 18+, consensual encounter, misogyny??, masturbation, voyeurism, groping, teasing, fingering. Words: 2k

Why are you so snippy?

That’s what has been on Twice’s mind in recent weeks. He remembers when you first joined the league. For a villain, you’re very peppy. That’s what he thought, anyway. Lately you’ve been irritable. Usually, Dabi was the only one who felt comfortable poking fun at the boss. Or Twice, when he couldn’t control his secondary voice. But you have been particularly sour with him, too. It just isn’t like you to be this way. He’d never claim to be your best friend; but he at least likes to think he knows you pretty well. You’re happy-go-lucky. You have a million-dollar smile. And you always have the leagues best interests at heart.

So, by that end, he can’t help but wonder.

Why are you so snippy?

This one particular evening, he notes that you seem back to your regular self. You’re painting your nails while Toga plays with Spinner’s hair. This is the girl recognises. The girl who makes his heart skip a beat. Hm… why do you make his heart beat a little faster whenever he sees you? Why does your smile make him feel warmer inside?

The mood sours when Dabi enters the room. It isn’t immediate, since you’re so consumed in enjoying yourself with your friends. But he watches you, just as Twice had been. He’s studying you. He’s come to the same conclusion that Twice had. You’re back to your old self.

“Nice to see you aren’t so uptight tonight, princess.” he teases.

Your reaction is duly noted by everyone in the room. Dabi instantly knows he’s messed up, but has no intention of commenting upon it. Is it wishful thinking to hope that you’ll let it go and move on? His question is answered when he feels you pour out your nail varnish all of his hair. It’s throw across the room, smashing when it makes contact with the wall.

“Hey! Do you know how much that cost?” Toga exclaimed.

“It cost nothing Toga, you stole it.” Spinner answers.

Their conversation fades out as you head to your bedroom. Dabi gets up, grumbling to himself about what a bitch you are. Twice sees you shoulder barge into Shigaraki as you pass him in the hallway. This is really getting out of hand, he thinks. He’s worried if you don’t work through this, you’ll get kicked out of the league.

And he’d hate that.

He heads to bed himself, eager to wake up tomorrow and talk to you about what’s going on. It can’t be something so serious you can’t tell him, right? He’s finding it notably difficult to fall asleep tonight. He feels butterflies rise in his stomach as he imagines his conversation with you tomorrow. Christ, he’s nervous. He isn’t sure if it’s because he’s scared of you or because he likes you so much. As a friend, of course.

His eyes widen when he hears an all too familiar sound through the paper thin walls next door. It’s your room. He hears squishy, wet sounds and desperate breaths. He’s never imagined you masturbating before. You seem too… innocent, he supposes, for something like that. He considers it the act of a grimy loser desperate to get off. Like him. But not you. Although come to think of it, it makes sense. You’re not getting any action, you’ve got to relieve tension somehow.

And then it clicks into place.

He hears the sounds of a disgruntled rumble from your throat and the soft, damp noises come to an end. That’s it, isn’t it? He feels bad for you now. Twice knew there was more too your frustrated outbursts. What a dumb girl you are.

You can’t even make yourself cum.

Panic surges through you as he enters your room without permission. Twice never comes in here without asking first, he’s polite like that. You dive under your covers, doing what you can to protect your modesty. It’s not like you were naked, but you’d prefer he didn’t see you in a skimpy t-shirt and little panties.

You’re waiting for him to speak. To tell you what he’s doing here. But no words come. Instead, he’s walking swiftly to your side. The bed dips when he joins you. Your thoughts are churning in your mind. You can barely process it when his lips land on yours, you don’t fight it. His lips are soft and his facial hair is scratchy, but it’s welcome.

His hand reaches up to cup your breast. He smiles when you moan softly into his mouth. You’re sensitive there, huh? You must like it when he swipes a large thumb over your pebbled nipple. So he keeps doing it. Slowly, slowly, so wonderfully slowly. You want to ask what he’s doing here. But you don’t. You can’t. You can’t.

You can’t lose this.

“I need you,” he moans against your lips before kissing you more. You want to drown in his words. You didn’t know you could feel this way about him. He’s just… Twice. Sweet, caring, goofy Twice. But he needs you now. And you realise you need him just as badly.

“’m yours.” you huff. His thigh presses to your core and it’s beyond heavenly. You’re so adorable, he thinks, when he feels you bucking your hips against it. He wishes he’d taken his sweats off so that you could feel the ridges of his muscular quads. He’d let you get yourself off on them, if you wanted. He’d do anything to make you feel better.

“I wanna help you feel good.” he admits. It isn’t a question, but you nod anyway. He has your permission. You’re his to do what he wants with. As long as he makes you feel good.

It’s only been a few weeks since you joined the league. You didn’t want to bring any toys since you worried Dabi and Shigaraki might rifle through your things. And you knew they’d tease you to no end if they discovered your little collection. It was difficult, going without them all. You thought you could get yourself off the old-fashioned way with some hard work and elbow grease. But it seems your fingers have lost their touch, and you’ve been unable to make yourself cum ever since you joined.

He lies beside you with his dominant hand free. Twice has perfect access to nibble on your ears and whisper sweet nothings to you. And he does. He takes full advantage of his position. Eager to tell you how hard you make his cock by doing nothing at all. How much he can’t wait to make you cum all over his fingers.

He wants you to give him everything you have.

His large hand passes by the waistband of your panties. His entire palm cups your mound gently and he begins to rub slow, delicate circles into your sex. It’s been so long since you’ve been touched, you’re mere putty in his perfect hands. He knows it too, and he’s prepared to make you his pretty little mould. You’ll never need to use your own fingers again, he’ll be at your disposal. His needy girl.

He grins when he feels your hips thrusting and bucking upwards. He knows you’re inviting him to give you more. The flat tips of his fingers begin to dip in your entrance teasingly. You want him. You need him. He knows. He just wants to tease you. He wants you to really want him. You already do, he can feel moisture spreading through the gusset of your panties.

“P-Please, Jin,” you mewl. “Need you inside, please.”

He pulls your panties to one side. His thick fingers rub slowly round and round your greedy entrance. His whole hand still cupping the rest of your pussy, the intensity and anticipation of it all is too much. Fuck. You had no idea he’d be this good with his fingers. He knows he’s driving you wild. For him, the teasing is the best part. It makes you all the more desirable to him. And you’re longing for him, now, lust pricking tears into your eyes.

You’re wriggling beneath his touch. Utterly enamoured by his fingers, delighted by the sensation of it all. He’s hitting all the right spots, even without entering you. Twice decides it’s about time to take off your panties. He helps you squirm out of them, and he spits on his fingers he’s just been using to drive you wild.

He resumes his position, maintaining his blissful work. He begins teasing your hole again, this time easing a finger tip into you. He chuckles when he feels more of your slick juices push out of you. He kisses the shell of your ear, making sure to whisper about what a good girl you are for him. How perfect you are.

You open your legs, and he can see you’re eager for more. You’re receptive to his plunging fingers. He carries on applying pleasure to your clit with the heel of his hand. He’s listening to your body. He’s here to please, after all. When you grind harder against his hand, he knows you’re beckoning for further pressure.

“Y’like that baby?” he mutters. He kisses your neck when you can offer nothing but a simple ‘mhmmn’ in response. “Being such a good girl f’me… Gonna give you my fingers for bein’ so good.”

Your eyes roll back as his words rush straight to your cunt. It’s amusing to him after all of your sniping and barking in recent weeks, you’re suddenly at a loss for words. But silence is an equally powerful indicator to him that he needs to keep doing what he’s doing. His rhythm is perfect, he can see that by admiring your breathing. You’re holding it high in your throat and chest and it’s arriving deeply from your diaphragm. You’re really enjoying yourself, huh?

He adds an extra finger inside of you, and he searches for the slightly different texture inside of you. He’s eager to find your g-spot. He growls in your ear when he hits your soft, spongy spot. It makes him ravenous as he curls his fingers against it. Your legs kick a little wildly and he stimulates your insides.

His free hand flies to your mouth when his thumb comes into contact with your clit. Sensually circling around like he knows just what you need. He does. It’s so fucking intense, he feels tears roll out of your eyes and down his hand.

“Jin,” you huff, “s’too much!”

“Said ‘m gonna make you feel good, didn’t I?” he hums. You nod. You feel like you can’t breathe. He picks up the pace as he studies your features. Fluttering eyes, warming features. Your chest hitching along with your breath.

“D-Deeper, Jin, please go deeper—!”

He pushes his fingers inside of you as far as they will go. Carrying on his curling against your sweet spot. “Like this baby?”

“Uh-huh!”

He doesn’t stop what he’s doing, especially now that you’re silent. You’re allowing yourself to lose yourself to the feeling of him fucking you so perfectly with his fingers. The tell tale signs of your insides twitching against his fingers are enough warning that you’re about to come undone. You’re clenching him tightly and he can see how much juicier your folds have become.

“Don’t stop—!” you cry.

His thumb continues to work at your clit. All the while he’s still persevering with his deep, intense fingering. It’s all perfect. Your brows knot and he kisses your shoulders and neck sloppily as you moan loudly, finally reaching your much awaited climax. You’re so thankful to Twice for finally being able to tip you over that desperate edge.

He doesn’t stop doing what he’s doing until the spasms subside. But even then, he slowly pulls out and pushes back in, twisting his fingers inside of you as he does. It makes your twitches and aftershocks more intense, they don’t stop until he does.

Everyone in the hideout is surprised to see how more chipper you are the next day. You even apologised to Dabi for your actions and told him you’d be more than happy to steal him some new clothes. He was very confused. What could have possibly pulled you out of that abhorrent mood that has lasted for weeks?

And then he sees Twice. Mask-less. Shirtless. With an award-winning grin on his face.

He’s like the cat who got the cream.

And there’s no points for guessing who that cats supplier is.

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