#dabi audio

[dabiloveln]

don’t even ask me about this i was hacked i wasn’t the one posting the vid/audio 🙏🏻

[ it’s not a full but i’m already cringing sorry guys ]

[theloveinc]

imagine no quirk free loader touya getting ready in ur cute little bedroom sitting at ur vanity.. yeah 🫶🏾

It's sweet because nothing in your room looks like anything that would suit him, nor like anything he'd enjoy being surrounded by. White sheets, satin pillows, bright lamps to illuminate every corner... aside from not really liking to look at himself under such unforgiving lights (meaning his scars are visible and the pores of his skin, open), the aesthetic itself is just all wrong.

Everything about Dabi is... hard, and dark; he's always dressed in leather and canvas, stiff, workers' materials and dirty shoes meant to last (unlike your more delicate garments, needing to be washed on delicate, under cold, and then air-dryed to top it all off)

Yet, he doesn't seemed bothered by the white marble of your vanity, nor sitting on your pale pink, velour-upholstered stool. He's grumpy and kicks up a fuss about waiting for you to get dressed, but he's surprisingly not... impatient, at least, not impatient enough to actually stop waiting for you.

(He entertains himself mostly by making faces at himself in the mirror: sticking out his tongue, pulling down his eyes, pushing up his nose trying to get your attention ... and he purs like a cat when it works and you come over to brush his eyebrows with your little makeup spoolies or coat his waterline with dark, liquid eyeliner, maybe even get your lipgloss all over his lips when you kiss him... which he licks off and is surprised it's sweet.

you tell him it's blueberry flavor for your favorite blueberry boy and he can't stop himself from grinning like a little boy)

Yes, your friends definitely poke a little bit of fun at you for your broke boyfriend; Dabi picks you up from your brunch date with them and embarrassingly eats up everyone's leftovers before they have a chance to ask for a box ... but you honestly think (aside from the way he finished your best friend's mimosa and licked the runny egg off another's plate) he's actually not half bad <3

[kittyfuckincheshire]

💙DABI SMUT PLAYLIST💙

Not mine, I found it and thought it was really cool.

ENJOY!

[bootlickerhawks]

totally accurate reenactment of bnha 374

[crystallinearts]

Hey.... Are you ok?

yes, I'm ok!! been quiet so I apologize, but I've been seeing all the messages in my inbox aaaaah <3

I'm focused on another couple blogs right now as well as getting all my shit together to do NaNo this year and my part-time job leaving me tired... and crocheting hats for my coworkers XD

thank you for reaching out, it feels good knowing people still care to check on me! I'm doing good, just have been busy and sleeby <3

[artisticallygay]

Love you to the moon and beyond, @vu1ture-culture

[moodyvoid]

Imagine having a kid with dabi, since your quirk has nothing to do with fire/ice it didn't strengthen their quirk so they can only heat things up with their hands.

When you ask what they want to do when they grow up they say they want to open a soup store because their hands will make the soup hot. (Soba is their favourite food, just like their dad, but if they open a soba store they would have to share their soba and that's not happening)

Dabi doesn't want his dad to know about the little one but he also kinda wants to rub it in endeavor's face that he has a child because he wanted a child* not a quirk and loves them the way they are, that they don't want to be a hero and that he will never get to have their soup. Dabi will never be what his dad wanted/abused him to be, but he kid will be because he just wants them to be happy.

I think post war dabi would be a great dad, especially when he heals completely and leaves the hospital because that is what happens and no one can tell me otherwise. He's gonna help with the soup store, and he's the only one who gets to eat soba at the soup store.

*he says wanted as if they were planned and not just a result of dabi's shitty pullout game

You had me at “imagine having a kid with Dabi”

SoupShop!Dabi AU ????

You and Dabi running a cute little soup shop with your kid 🥹😭

Rei, Fuyumi, Natsuo, and Shouto are invited to the grand opening, while Enji stays home alone and soupless.

And I can’t hear “soup store” without thinking of that audio about buying clothes at the soup store

[baby-tini]

Thank you so much @mostlyheinous for letting me make a little post based off your one Dabi audio. I hope I made you proud. 😭

TW: abusive relationship, degradation, physical abuse, verbal abuse, toxic Dabi.

Dabi is an asshole, you knew that, hell- everyone knew that. He never tried to hide it, never feigned nice, never even tried to give a compliment. He absolutely didn't know shit about privacy and personal space, either that or he just didn't care. You're willing to bet it's the former. So it's no big surprise when Dabi bursts into your room unannounced, with a scowl. He looks severely unhappy, looking you up and down and scoffing.

"What's your problem?" you ask with a sneer, adjusting your dress. He stands quiet for a minute before rolling his eyes and giving your dress a once-over. "You look like a slut," he shrugs, shutting your door and throwing your clothes mindlessly on the floor, and plopping down on your bed- if you can even call it that, putting his nasty, muddy shoes on your comforter.

Whipping around, you throw a tube of lipgloss at him, but unfortunately he catches it, throwing it to the side. "Who the fuck are you talking too? Get the hell out Dabi, go bother someone else." You scowl at him, turning back towards the mirror. He stares at you for a moment, getting up he grabs you by the hair, wrapping it around his fist and yanking you up. There's an immediate struggle on your side, hitting at his hand and pushing his chest.

"Who the fuck am I talking too? I'm talking to you bitch," there's a slap to your face, one of his rings catches your bottom, busting it open. "The fuck are you even wearing, huh? You found a new job at the street corner? How much you make a night sucking cock, hm? You let anyone fuck you, don't you? I fucking knew you felt looser, dirty bitch." There's blood leaking down your chin, getting on your chest and staining your dress. You try to push him away but he just slaps your hands away, grabbing your face, squeezing your cheeks together.

"Dabi stop!! Let go, you're hurting me," your crying now, mascara leaking down your cheeks. Dabi rubs at your wet eyes, ruining your eyeliner in the process, he snarls at you. "Shut the fuck up, I'm not hurting you, dumb bitch." He spits on his hand, rubbing it all over your face. "There all better, now you look a little less ugly," he grins.

You're sobbing now, repeatedly attempting to push his hand away, slapping at his chest. He ignores your attempt of a broken struggle, pulling you towards the bed and throwing you on it back first. Climbing on top of you, he rips your dress open. "Stop, stop, this was expensive."

He stops at that, looking up at you, he laughs in your face. Singeing the rest of your dress, he leans back with narrowed eyes. "That shit was expensive? That fucking rag costed money? It wasn't even covering shit, you had your fucking tits out and everything- if you can even call these tits," he grabs handfuls of your chest. Pulling at your nipples through your bra and spitting on your chest. "These barely pass for a fucking B cup." His saliva drips down the valley of your breasts, making them sticky.

"Dabi... please stop, please.." your voice comes out in a croak, chest still heaving with sobs. He scoffs at you, climbing off you and running a hand through his hair. It's quiet for a few minutes, cept for your sniffles now and again. "I told you I didn't want you going out, you didn't fucking listen to me. This is all your fault you know... if you're gonna blame someone blame yourself." You close your eyes, trying to steady your breathing before you nod at him. He hums at you, "are you gonna listen next time- actually there won't be a next time. You're not allowed to go out anymore if I'm not with you. I don't care if Toga asks, you come to me first." You nod at him, pushing yourself up on your hands, "I'll ask Dabi, I promise." He nods at you, "good." Throwing a make-up wipe at you, he leaves.

[i-cant-sing]

Bro imagine dad Dabi and baby reader but with that one audio that’s like:

“We have ways of making you talk- No, no (Y/n) , daddy’s working right now-“ *shows drawing* “Oh my gosh did you draw this? That’s so good!”

Dabi, beating some poor dude who broke into his home: I'm gonna kill-

Baby reader, who for some reason is desensitised to violence: daddd, its cuddle time!

Dabi: not rn baby-

Baby reader, lips wobbling and tearing: b-but its cuddle time...

Dabi, sighing and knocking out the dude: you're so lucky it's cuddle time, punk! *grabs baby reader and takes her to bed to cuddle*

[bugs1nmybrain]

shigaraki fucking you in front of some of the LOV members (im about to climax)

This is SO funny because I've thought of this prompt so many times. I've been scared that it would be out of pocket but I consider Shigaraki my safe place to get crazy with my nsfw work. If I'm honest the only LoV member I'm down to write watching Shiggy and the reader fucking is Dabi, because Spinner and Twice don't seem like the type to get much into that. I hope you Dabi bitches like this.

Minors do NOT interact!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: NSFW, fem-reader, exhibitionism, voyeurism, Dabi doesn't even touch the reader but he watches Shigaraki fuck you silly, rough sex, blowjob, overstimulation, dub-con, humiliation, reader is shy and doesn't talk much, masturbation (Dabi), possessive Shiggy, blue-haired Shigaraki (season 3ish era), Shigaraki and Dabi call the reader a slut/whore, not proofread (I also wrote this while listening to nsfw Shigaraki audios so it could be jumbled), Dabi flirts with reader, reader has long enough hair for a ponytail, Shigaraki calls reader babygirl, praise kink, slight aftercare, unprotected sex

"I can't believe you pulled one, Shigaraki. Not your disgusting ass."

"What? Jealous?" Shigaraki cackles.

"Yea okay. I'm just saying you're ugly as fuck and an incel at best. How you managed to get a girlfriend is beyond me."

~

You've been hanging around the league for a couple of months, via your relationship with Shigaraki. Honestly, you didn't even talk to them much. You were just there to keep Tomura company. Shigaraki, in his own twisted way, surely loved you. However, you felt as if he was making you his trophy at times.

Shigaraki never had a girlfriend until you. He hadn't even had sex. Sure, he watched a criminal amount of porn and somehow managed to get a few blowjobs from sex workers when he conned Kurogiri into giving him money for "online gaming packages." Aside from that, he had no experience. Especially no romantic experience.

So, yeah. He felt a bit of pride when you came into his life. As much as what Dabi was saying was pissing him off, Shigaraki found himself asking the same questions. Look at him. Dry, itchy, chapped lips, bony, a brat, and above all else, his quirk. But you chose him, and you were so beautiful that he had a hard time not popping a boner around you frequently. You were just so cute, how could he control it?

"You act like you're any better. Burnt flesh? Staples? Who'd want to fuck you?"

"At least I'm not annoying. Or pathetic."

That got Shigaraki, you could tell. You could see the rage in his eyes and you saw a fist forming. Shigaraki has gotten to a point where he wouldn't threaten life against his comrades, but that didn't mean he wouldn't beat their ass if they gave him lip. It's happened before. You reach out and grasp his wrist, gesturing him to calm down.

Shigaraki turns his face at you with a scowl. You give him a look that screams, "chill the fuck out." He digresses, slumping behind on the couch with a pout.

"I bet he's awful in bed, huh?" Dabi scoffs at you. If Shigaraki wasn't pissed before he sure was now. He doesn't get physical, though, just mouthy.

"Listen, patchwork. You better mind your business before I piss in your cheerios tomorrow morning!"

"All I'm saying is that a good-looking chick like her deserves to be with someone more competent. You seem like the type to get in and go haywire. I bet, I know, you have no technique. You're an incel."

"You're a broken record. Who are you to assume anything? Also, you better lay the fuck off! If you try anything with her I'll kick your ass out with no hesitation!"

"No need to get defensive. You wouldn't be getting so pissed if I was wrong, would you?"

If you're honest, if Dabi had brought this up a couple of months ago, he'd be right. Shigaraki had no clue how to fuck a woman when you first had sex. He knew where your clit was but didn't know how to use his fingers meticulously. When he penetrated you, like Dabi said, he let loose and just used you like a pocket pussy. Surprisingly enough, Tomura took your constructive criticism well. He was bratty and defensive but ultimately he did want to make you cum, quake, whimper, and scream for him. So he learned and he learned well.

"I'll have you know I made her cum a total of eleven times this week!"

"You count?"

This was awkward, them talking like you weren't even there.

Tomura growls in frustration. It was apparent that he wanted to take out his frustrations and he begins itching his neck.

"You better watch your fucking mouth. I don't need some rude dickhead like you judging my sex li-.."

Shigaraki stops talking, and the anger he is expressing turns into a sinister smirk on his face. Like he snapped in the complete opposite mood. Shigaraki leans against your side and slips an arm around your waist, pulling you to become smothered in his embrace.

His lips hover beside your ear and his raspy voice slips a seductive comment out, "would you say I'm bad at fucking you, Y/N?"

Your heart paces unexpectedly. Tomura always got you with those sly murmurs in your ear. Some people would consider his voice annoying, maybe cringy, but to you it was hot.

"Um...no.." you blush and your form closes in on itself. You couldn't help but feel very shy in this scenario.

"Right, don't I know how to make my babygirl feel good?"

Dabi cocks an eyebrow in curiosity, picking up on your timid demeanor. You can feel a quick pool of arousal forming in your panties, completely proving him wrong.

"Is that true? How good is he?"

You couldn't manage to really say much. This was a confusing situation. You felt a tad objectified. As they sat here and talked about if Shigaraki made you cum or feel good you felt in limbo. Yea, he did, but why was it Dabi's business?

"I mean.."

"We could show him, couldn't we?" Shigaraki begins stroking your hair affectionately, doing all the things he knows to make you melt. Dabi perks up, certainly intrigued by Shiggy's proposition.

"I don't know, Tomura.."

"Shhh it's okay. I'll treat you good, just let him watch. Let me show him how pretty you are, yea?"

Your face was flushed and your eye contact glued to your thighs, to which Shiggy began stroking the insides. He firmly seperates your right thigh to the side, leaving your pussy on display (which was covered by your panties, of course). You were wearing the prettiest black skirt and tank top, which showed off your beautiful cleavage. Tomura actually had some complaints about it, not wanting anyone but him to see how pretty you are. This situation you were in certainly contradicted that.

With your panties on display, Dabi could see the wet spot formed in between your thighs.

"Heh..she's already wet.."

"Really?" Shigaraki hadn't even noticed, being sitting beside you. He reaches his fingers down to glaze your panties, looking for the evidence. Surely enough, you were wet. "Heh.."

Shiggy runs his middle finger up and down your pussy over your panties, making sure to rub your clit upwards when he reached it. You whimper uncontrollably. He hardly did anything to you yet, but being in front of Dabi with Shigaraki showing you off like this? Your body was having instinctual responses you couldn't help.

Shigaraki begins circling your clit before crumbling away your panties, giving him full access to your heat, and displaying it to Dabi. You tense up, nervous and feeling exposed. He continues stimulating you, whispering sweet, empty nothings in your ear, "relax.."

Tomura pleasures your clit perfectly, not missing a beat in his attack on it. You begin moaning at the pleasure, which sends a shock of arousal to Dabi's cock.

"You wanna show him how much you love my cock?"

Your eyes shot wide open and without much warning Shigaraki pulls your tanktop below your tits, exposing both of your intimate areas. Your pussy grows more wet, and your clit twitches in excitement. Dabi notices how flushed your pussy is and continues to watch smugly, "Damn, I'm a little jealous, boss."

"You should be. She's gorgeous, right? Don't get any bright ideas, though. This is a privilege for you."

Shigaraki stands up and unzips his pants before encouraging you to kneel in front of him. You comply, getting on your knees and taking responsibility yourself. You grope his cock from the outside of his pants before pulling them down, revealing his cock.

"You've got a short dick," Dabi slys.

Shigaraki turns and shouts at him, "You have a real hard time with shutting the fuck up don't you?"

You turn your head the other way and chuckle a little. Their banter was funny, if you were honest.

"Hey chuckles..how about you use that pretty little mouth the right way?" Shiggy tilts your face towards his cock and presses it against your lips. Dabi wasn't wrong. Shigaraki didn't have the biggest dick. Maybe a little under 5 inches, but he had a decent girth that more than made up for it. You loved him just as he was, though. It wasn't a bother that he was a bit small.

You open wide and Tomura pushes his dick to the back of your throat slowly. You gag immediately, eliciting a laugh from him.

"What did you say, Dabi? Short dick?"

"That doesn't count, you know it."

Shigaraki scowls and grunts, but you distract him by wrapping your fingers around his base and dragging your mouth along his dick. You bob your head beautifully and pull up to lick around his tip. Shiggy groans with his raspy tone and forms your hair into a ponytail while you suck his cock.

You were able to catch a glance at Dabi and you saw him sitting there with his cock out, fumbling with his glans while he watched you suck Tomura's cock. You yelp on Shigaraki's cock, to which he thrusts in deeper.

"Mmm...you adore my cock, don't you?"

Yes, you did. It was hard to feel totally into this, though. While being watched and objectified. You knew that Shigaraki loved you, but he was clearly using his love for you to his advantage. He knew that because his love was somewhat sincere he could win you over to do pretty much anything. You never said no, though.

"Stop."

You look up, confused.

"It's your turn, Y/N. Up."

We were going all the way then, huh? You supposed it couldn't be helped and you stood up. Shigaraki pulled you into a sloppy kiss, while he glanced at Dabi with a competitive spirit on his face. Shigaraki turned you around and rested his hand on your back (but making sure to avoid a finger for obvious reasons). He pushes you down and presses his cock against your ass and you felt utterly exposed and vulnerable. You refused to look at Dabi, but you felt his burning gaze on you regardless.

Shigaraki ran his cock up and down your folds, teasing his cockhead along your clit. You whine in pleasure and embarrassment. Shigaraki coos at you, "shhh..."

He probably knows you're embarrassed, but he can't get enough of one-upping Dabi like this. He slowly guides his cock inside of you, savoring the warmth of your wet pussy. You moan in response and quickly enough, Shigaraki begins plunging his cock in and out of you at a musical rhythm.

"You're so pretty, Y/N. Such a good girl, taking my cock in front of him like this. Maybe I'll buy you that cute pink headset you've been wanting as a reward," Tomura chuckles.

"Good girl? Try slut. Out on display like a little whore," Dabi comments.

"Fuck off. She's only my slut. An obedient one, at that. Isn't that right, babygirl?"

"Mhm~!" There we go. That praise from Tomura was just what you needed to get you nice and comfortable. He knew it too, he wasn't stupid. He takes one of your hands and holds it backwards while he fucks you fast. Your tits dangle and bounce in front of Dabi and your pussy is dripping in arousal, running down your legs and dripping on the floor.

"Aah! Tomura!"

"That's it. You're going so well. Doesn't she look so sexy?"

"Mhm...can I have sloppy seconds when you're done?"

"Go fuck yourself. You wish."

At least Tomura had enough decency to know that you wouldn't like that at all. You only wanted him. Though, he may have only said that out of his own possessive nature, not for your comfort.

You continue to pant and cry out in embarrassment and arousal. Shiggy keeps smacking his hips against your ass and filling you with his cock. His dick certainly wasn't too short, as he rubbed up against your g-spot nicely, and he angled it the exact way you liked it.

Some sick part of you was beginning to feel a creeping orgasm approaching. Typically, you needed clit stimulation to cum, but the way Tomura was fucking you and how exposed you were was causing a newfound pleasure you hadn't experienced before. Your breath becomes heavy and you begin speaking gibberish.

"Tomura..Mm! I-, I'm, I'm gonna-"

"That's it..cum all over my cock. Show him how good I fuck you!"

Dabi strokes his pierced cock fastly and clenches his teeth, amused at your submission to Shigaraki. He fucks you even rougher and hits your G-spot in repeated rhythms. Your clit begins to spasm as you feel an internal wave of overwhelming pleasure surge throughout your whole body. You cum heavy on Tomura's cock, and the twitching walls of your pussy almost send him to a high as well, but he fights back for a bit.

Shigaraki fucks you silly even after your orgasm. Your sensitive cunt trembles as his cock continues it's assault. The sensations are overwhelming and almost hurt.

"Tomura..it's too much.."

"Just a little longer, baby. I gotta get my serving, too."

Your pussy keeps being pounded by Shigaraki as he has no restraint now that he's made you cum. Still, he hits your spot perfectly. His thrusts are desperate and yearning. He eyes Dabi with a cocky grin, "Told you. I told you I fuck her good. You oughta think before running your mouth."

"Mmff..you may be right. My apologies.."Dabi chuckles with a heavy sigh. As Shigaraki keeps fucking you unapologetically, Dabi cums all over himself watching you as you're being used as a trophy for Shigaraki to show off. It's not long after before Shigaraki also releases his load deep in your pussy with a heavy growl. He grips your hips as he holds you down on his cock, not missing a drop of his cum.

Your body is shaking from the intensity and you fall to your knees. Shigaraki bends down to pull you in his lap and strokes your hair.

"You did a good job..."

You had no words and could only bury your face into Shigaraki's neck for comfort. Tomura looks at Dabi with a look of victory on his face.

"Who's awful in bed, again?"

"Hey, I accept defeat. I guess you aren't as pathetic as I thought, boss." Dabi puts his cock back in his pants. "You got yourself a pretty one, you better treat her good."

"I plan on it."

Dabi gets up and goes to his room, closing the door. Tomura looks at you and messages your neck with as many fingers as he can.

"You're sticky. Come on, let's get in the shower."

"Okay.."

"Hey."

"Hm?"

"You know I love you, right? Even though I fucked you in front of that punk, you're my babygirl, and only mine."

"I know, Tomura. I love you too," you smile at him, feeling more content now that it's only you and him.

"Good. Let's get clean. You stink of cum."

[mossy-opal]

Here is the process of this piece, thank you so much to @dynamars for allowing me to draw her, and to make this process video! This art was very fun for me to do, and I'm happy to have done some art again, it was wonderful!

A gift for a dear friend, @dynamars

You're an amazing friend, an inspiration for me, the reason I started writing on Tumblr in the first place. You deserve the best in life, and I hope you enjoy this gift~

[stxrmylxve]

@kelin-is-writing i saw your comment and figured you might like this too lol. i read your rules btw and i really hope this abides by them, i legit triple checked

pairing: dabi x reader with a thigh-riding /corruption kink and he’s videocall so a bit of indirect exhibitionism?? not really tho lol

”so… you’re a virgin?”

The question was dropped like a bomb that cracked the ground separating you and dabi, one wrong answer and it would break and end it all.

“ehm.. yeah.” you say quietly as you avoided his gaze, but he couldn’t help but to crack a smile.

“poor thing, missing out on so much.” he chuckles as you shoot him a glare.

“you’re the one that has one-night stands every day of the year. one day you might actually get someone pregnant you know.” you deadpan as you gaze out the window to settle down.

Dabi checks the time and turns back to you, grabbing your attention by the sound of him patting his pantleg.

“what?” you asks, eye flicking to his pantleg and back to his face, just enough to catch his subtle grin.

“experiment.” is all he says as he picks you up and places you on his leg.

“huh?!” you blab as you turn beet red, placing your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself from topling backwards.

“i got a call to be on, but experiment. someone online said it does some shit to you, rubs nerves maybe? i dont know, just try it out. i’ll tilt the camera the other way.” dabi rambles as you turn even more red.

“what if they see me?” you mumble into his sweatshirt as he places a hand on the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles.

“i just said that i’ll tilt the camera, darl’ “ he smiles as you ponder the thought. it was tempting.

“fine. but get on your stupid call first.” you pout as he beems a huge smile, clicking away on his computer to open up the call.

“hey dabi.” shigaraki breaks the silence as dabi waves, toga joining the call soon after.

“it’s going to be breif, dont worry. it’s about a threat..” shigaraki starts, the rest fades out as you focused on yourself.

you checked the camera one more time to make sure it didn’t see, being greated with the sight of dabi’s black screen and his audio off. you smiled slightly to yourself before moving. your eyes went wide and you almost crumpled right there. you only got one thrust in but woah, dabi was right, this hit a lot of nerves.

you mustered up the strength to do it again, this time doing it enough times to set a rhythm. you heard dabi groan above you and you were letting out small whimpers, the perfect harmony to sound out the meeting. a few more thrusts and you were sent into euphoria, trembling as you fell even more into dabi’s arms. he peered down at you with a small smile and looked back up at the meeting.

“good?” he asks, offering his shoulder so you could pull yourself up. you hid your face in his neck as he laughed and rubbed your back. “you made a mess.”

“you suggested it first!” you protest as he smacks your ass, making you yelp in surprise.

“you should do that again, get more familiar. you’ll be doing it a lot more soon.”

[apteryxparvus]

a color to match your soul

Pairing — Dabi / Female Reader

Word count — 1,393

Content warning — suggestive themes • sexual themes • brief mentions of alcohol/drinking

Summary — From the moment you started dating Dabi, you've yearned for the opportunity to paint his nails black, adding the final touch to his eboy persona.

"I'm just saying, if you're seriously going for that," you pause, your hands wildly gesturing up and down to emphasize his overall grungy, dark, and mysterious persona, "you've got to fully commit to it."

Dabi shoots you a deadpan stare, his lips forming a thin line that clearly expresses his disagreement. You fight the urge to roll your eyes — he always has that constipated expression on his face.

He opens his mouth, likely to deliver one of his trademark snarky remarks, but you swiftly throw yourself onto his lap and press your index finger against his lips, silencing him. He pouts, and you can't help but admire how soft his lips appear. It's just not fair. You yearn to kiss him, to feel his warm breath caressing your face, and to...

No. Stop. There are more pressing matters to focus on right now.

"I am not painting my nails," he replies curtly.

You roll your eyes and move away from your boyfriend, flopping onto the bed with a grunt, burying your head under his pillow. It carries his scent — a blend of sandalwood and orange blossom, with hints of your favorite perfume intertwined.

"Please," you whine from beneath the cushion. "Just this once."

"Why?" he questions, his voice growing nearer. The cheap spring mattress dips under his weight as he encloses you, and you push the pillow away to meet his gaze. "Is there another motive?

Avoiding his gaze, you try to ignore the familiar smirk that forms on his lips.

"I've seen the thirst traps you like on TikTok. I never expected you to have a hand kink."

You gasp.

There's no possible way he’d know — you're absolutely certain your likes are set to private. Paranoia has led you to check a thousand times already. There’s no way you’d willingly expose your obsession with anime and video game edits, as well as the multitude of thirst trap hand kink and male whimpering audios. The only way he could have come across your carefully cultivated collection on TikTok is...

"You jerk!" you squeal, swatting his intrusive hands away. "You violated my privacy!"

"No," he answers in a hushed whisper that sends shivers down your spine. "You simply lack situational awareness. Did you think I was asleep last night when you spent over two hours giggling at male whimpering audios?"

Furrowing your brows, you pout and attempt to squirm out from underneath his weight. Dabi lets out a chuckle and flops down, his slender frame nearly crushing you. For a moment, you struggle to catch your breath, panic coursing through your veins — his heavy weight crushes you.

But Dabi knows you well, including your subtle signs, so when he senses the shift in your breathing — its shallowness, along with the uncomfortable pounding of your heartbeat in your neck and stomach — he swiftly moves away, granting you the space you need to breathe.

It takes a few seconds for your breathing to return to normal. "Asshole," you grumble, crossing your arms. "Were you trying to smother me or something?"

"I want to do a lot more than that to you." A suggestive grin spreads across his face, and he wiggles his eyebrows.

A soft laugh resonates from deep within your chest as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his body closer to yours. His warm breath dances across your face as you gaze into his piercing blue eyes, your arms gently pressing against his broad chest.

"And I really, really want to paint your nails." You pepper his exposed collarbone with tender kisses, lingering in the spots that elicit the most reaction. Your warm breath caresses his neck as you softly nibble on the sensitive skin. "Please."

His only response is a grunt. "Fine, fine. Stop teasing before I end up doing something you'll regret," he hisses when you nip at his exposed jugular and suck, leaving a mark. "Ah, fuck. I can't resist you."

"C'mon, weren't you just dying to paint my nails?" Dabi drawls, his husky voice sending shivers cascading down your spine.

Dabi extends his right hand, offering it to you with fingers elegantly spread on the bed. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your trembling hands as you hold the applicator brush. The brush, already coated in the rich black nail polish, teeters on the edge, threatening to drip onto the pristine bed sheet and leave its mark.

You're trying your best, really. However, Dabi forcefully slams his hardened cock against your drenched pussy, causing you to let out a helpless whimper as your vision bursts with a constellation of lights. Your grip on the applicator brush slackens, and it hovers precariously close to the sheets, threatening to leave a mark.

Dabi tsks, his movements becoming more relentless. Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through your body, leaving you breathless and craving more. The air fills with a mix of moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin, as you surrender yourself to the pleasure.

“Slo—slow down,” you mewl, your voice filled with desperation. Tears glisten in your eyes, teetering on the edge of rolling down your flushed cheeks. The intensity of his movements is pushing you to the edge, and you need a moment to catch yourself and savor the pleasure coursing through your being.

The bottle of nail polish now lays forgotten on the rumpled bed sheets; a tiny droplet escapes and stains the fabric. Dabi pressed his sculpted chest against your quivering back, entangling your sweaty bodies together. This closeness intensifies your connection, and you feel an electric current surge through your veins, leaving you yearning for more. You feel the ripple of his abs as he relentlessly thrusts into you. With each forceful impact, he claims you completely.

Dabi’s grunts fill the room, drowned out by your own desperate moans. You push the forgotten bottle of nail polish aside, and it clatters on the ground.

You seek out his outstretched hand, intertwining your fingers with his. His touch grounds you for a moment.

But the overwhelming stimulation proves to be too much — the relentless push of his hardened cock into your sopping wet pussy, the way his thick veins running down his shaft graze your gummy walls, the caress of his warm breath against the nape of your neck… 

Your body is ablaze.

His fingers tighten around your delicate throat. It’s what does it for you. With a desperate cry that echoes through the room, the floodgates of your second orgasm for the night burst open.

That same night, merely a few hours later, you find yourself perched on a barstool at Kurogiri’s bar, idly toying with the melted ice cubes of your gin and tonic. Toga settles on the adjacent bar chair, placing her piña colada on a colorful coaster as she twirls the vibrant, decorative cocktail umbrella between her fingers.

Across the bar, Dabi’s piercing gaze fixates on you, lips curling into a smirk that hints at mischief. You meet his gaze, narrowing your eyes in response. There’s a silent challenge passing between the two of you.

Toga observes your interaction, and her lips curl into a smug smile. “Say, Dabi,” she starts with a sly tone. “I can’t help but notice your nails,” she purrs, her voice laced with playfulness.

Shigaraki finishes the final touches to his signature whiskey sour, and flicks a quick glance towards Dabi’s hands, his interest piqued. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “You’ve got more polish on your skin than the actual nails. Maybe next time ask your girlfriend for help.”

Dabi can’t help but snicker, his amusement evident. You shoot him a scowl, silently daring him to comment.

“Contrary to what you may think," he retorts, his voice laced with a smugness, “it was exactly my dearest girlfriend who painted my nails. I’m sure she’d have done a better job, had she not been too… preoccupied… with other activities.”

Twice can’t contain his disgust at the comment; the sound of his drink slamming against the counter echoes through the bar. The liquid spills and Spinner reacts swiftly, reaching for a wet towel to mop up the spreading mess. Shigaraki snorts, while Toga lets out a coo, shifting her attention to you.

Her fingers lightly graze the hem of your shirt, revealing a few deep-colored hickeys adorning your skin.

Author's note: uhm, first time writing smut lol 😅😅