#the way they contrast yet compliment each other tickles my brain

[broh3m3]

azul and riddles

[kinsurou]

38 and Dabi? Maybe Hawks as well? If possible?

38. “You’re n-not, um, w-wearing anything under that, are you…?”

+Threesome (Spitroasting)

This was supposed to be short! ;-;

(Another thing, this is separate from the Forgive me lord serie, but Hawk's role is a bit similar to what I have planned out!)

Dabi stood behind you while he took a hold of your hips, his long, black claws that could easily slit your throat open without much of an effort, made their way down your sides, getting tangled into the fabric of your tank top and with a lazy tug, they slowly began tearing it with a terrifying accuracy that could easily be compared to that of a dagger.

You couldn’t stop squirming in place, shivering from the contrast in temperatures between his body and the mild coldness seeping through the room.

“Dabi, please stop ruining my clothes! That was my favorite shirt!” Your complaints were ignored, rapidly turning into soft gasps as one of the demon’s hands cupped your chest the moment the black top fell off your body. Those same hands began fondling the mounds in your chest that was covered in fine, intricate layers of lace.

All in the midst of being under Keigo’s firm stare, who hadn’t left his spot on your couch. He was tense, flustered as he took in the way your body kept squirming animatedly under the fiend’s touch.

“What in the world are you doing?!” He couldn’t help asking, his voice was hoarse, raspier than usual from the dry feeling at the back of his throat. His nails dug their way into his thighs as a sorry attempt to keep himself grounded. There was something in the air that made him feel dizzy, clouding his mind with nothing but burning desire.

“I’ll make you a deal, bird brain…” Dabi looked at Keigo in the eye, showing the other male just how much he adored your body. In fact, he also began palming your sex over the fabric of your shorts. “If you can make her cum...If you can make her feel better than I’ve ever done, then I’ll release her from my hold and I’ll just take my leave.” 

“W-wait!” You protested, gripping Dabi’s forearm that encircled your body so casually, almost like he wasn’t pleasing you before one of your closest friends and coworker, who was yet to make a move. Through your half-closed eyes, the sight from a growing erection straining against his pants was remarkably evident, if that wasn't good enough of a hint, then watching his breath become heavier definitely had to be “Y-You said...ngggh! That I couldn’t be please b-by anyonebutyou!” 

Dabi pinched your nipple softly, then began rubbing the hard nub in a circular motion. The malicious grin on his face kept growing as his hands kept sending sparks of arousal through your shaking body. 

If there was something he adored more than wine, it was making his human vessel squirm underneath him. 

“I can help you with that.” He hummed, pleased when he inhaled the sweet smell of your dampness slowly beginning to coat his hand. His next action was leaving a kiss on the mark over your neck, followed by a soft bite over the skin that left behind a burning sensation over the spot of burgundy.

As soon as the burn faded, something inside you felt completely different. Like a weight being lifted off from your soul...Was that Dabi’s hold over you? The sinister hold that prevented any other human, or demon from taking what belonged to him?

“There, now he might actually have a chance.” Arrogance dripped from his voice like venom itself, followed by that same, suffocating feeling overflowing the air, clouding your thoughts with voracious lust, from the looks of it, Keigo was also being affected by this familiar feeling, he was breathing harshly and his cheeks were flushed, beads of sweat rolled down the sides of his face. “What are you waiting for, hunter?”

Dabi released you from his delicious torture, just to follow by grabbing the sides of the piece of denim around your hips so he could pull the material upwards. A yelp came out through parted, drooling lips when the fabric pressed tightly against your wet slit.

All your attention was completely focused on bucking in place, painfully excited by the things Dabi was doing to you, it was nothing compared to his usual treatment and yet, you were already feeling desperate to be fucked silly.

You had completely forgotten about the other male in the room, who stood up from his seat and advanced towards the both of you with a sluggish pace, each and every single one of his thoughts had been taken over by desire and even though his main goal was to release you from the demon’s clutches, at that moment a different goal had taken over his priorities.

“S-Stop it, Dabi!” Your hands clung to the much bigger ones at your sides in a pathetic attempt to stop Dabi’s relentless teasing, the more you both kept this one-sided struggle for dominance, the more those shorts buried themselves in place between your damp folds. Small gasps escaped through your lips each time Dabi made you jolt in place. 

“What? Is this too much for you, little one?” The only response he got was the feeling your nails digging themselves into his forearm, which only served to make him hiss, pleased that something as simple as this was enough to make you shake and piss you off this much at the same time. 

He watched your body leaning forward, struggling to keep the remainings of your sanity before he could actually make you cum.

A pair of well-polished shoes came into vision, it was enough to get your attention away from the man standing behind you, much to his annoyance. When you looked back up with a flushed face and desire-filled eyes, you came face to face with Keigo, the emotions flowing in his golden eyes were no different from yours.

He took your cheek into his hand in such a tender manner, it was a complete contrast from everything he was feeling at that moment. Without thinking twice, he pulled your face into one of the sloppiest kisses you’ve ever shared. 

“There we go,” Dabi smirked to himself, enjoying the arranged symphony between your needy moans and the hunter’s sharp grunts, whose hands came up to grab the back of your neck, pulling you forwards so he could deepen the kiss. 

“Not so determined now, are you, hunter? What happened to that righteous fury of yours? Oh, right. It’s all gone! All in favor of having the opportunity to sleep with the woman you’ve wanted for so long.” He laughed darkly.

“Can’t say I blame you. She’s such a unique one even among your kind.”

Dabi’s words dragged you out from the stupor provoked by that fog coursing through the air, it made you gather enough willpower to let go of him to place your hands over Keigo’s chest, before pushing him away slightly to gasp for air. 

“What?” You gasped, focusing your attention on anything else but the heated gaze coming from those golden eyes before you. 

The open windows that allowed the rain outside to be heard loud and clear inside the apartment. 

The succulent at the top of the coffee table with its leaves at the bottom sightly wilted from the many times Dabi had overwatered it and last but not least, the music playing on the speaker that sat at the kitchen counter. 

“Dabi, stop! Keigo and I are just friends, nothing more.” You gave the blond a hesitant look “...Right, Keigo?” 

But he didn’t answer your question, instead, he just gave you a look filled with all of these untold feelings, before once again capturing your mouth in a desperate kiss. 

“Sorry dove...But he’s right.” He pulled away just to say those words before he began devouring your swollen lips for the third time that day.

As much as he was enjoying the show, Dabi wasn’t the kind of guy to just stand there and watch, this was supposed to be a competition, after all. So he began kissing the side of your neck. His warm breath and the way he kept sinking his fangs into your sensitive skin only made your pleading whimpers become louder with each bite left behind. Not even a turtleneck could help you save a single speck of your dignity after this.

“Turn around, little one. Let your so-called friend have a taste of your sweet body.” Dabi whispered in your ear, pulling you by the waist and slowly turning you to face him instead, and as quickly as your back faced Keigo, he pulled you even closer to his warm body and began rutting against your rear. 

“Sorry Dove,” Keigo groaned into the back of your neck, the silky ends of his hair tickling your nape every time he made the slightest of movements “but I can’t hide how I feel any longer…” he continued moving against your trembling body. 

Dabi kept watching with a glint in his eye before he too, began kissing your abused lips. He touched your chest with both hands, slowly unclipping your bra by the front, as much as he liked how the black lingerie complimented your body, he actually preferred the bare appearance.

Speaking of bare…

The rustling of clothes caught your attention, after your head became clear for a few minutes, you finally realized the sounds came from your shorts that were being pulled down. Keigo was desperate to satiate this burning feeling inside his chest that kept growing like it was ordering him to hurry up. 

However, he was completely caught off guard when he hooked his fingers inside the sides of your clothes, and only came to contact with a single layer of fabric, the realization made him stop moving, and when you pulled away from a growling Dabi to look at the blond standing frozen in place with his eyes wide in surprise, along with a deep shade of crimson adorning his whole face.

“You’re n-not, um, w-wearing anything under that, are you…?” He gestured with his head at your lower regions, sweating bullets at the realization you hadn’t been wearing any panties all this time. 

As disorientated as you were from everything these two were doing, that fiery attitude that caught the interest of both males when the two of them met you for the first time was still in there. 

“No, I’m not. You want to know why?” You scoffed, turning back to face Dabi with a small glare on your face, that he didn’t seem to care about. As a matter of fact, he just kept staring at the both of you with a nonchalant grin “Because this cheap copy of Satan over here kept tearing my underwear to pieces every time he wanted to have sex, and now I don’t have a single pair of panties left!”

“Not that you complained whenever it happened.” He had the nerve to reply, but after growing tired of waiting for Keigo to make a move, Dabi decided to take matters into his own hands...literally. Those same hands, that had been busy playing with your chest, grabbed the sides of the last article of clothing over your body and tugged it down roughly, leaving you completely exposed to their starved gaze. 

“What are you waiting for, bird brain?” Dabi touched your throbbing clit, making you lean on him when his digit kept rubbing at that bundle of nerves between your legs over and over again. 

“Dove, are you okay with this?” Keigo asked, swallowing nervously and sweating uncontrollably by the sight of your wet folds presented to him as a treat with arousal dripping down from your thighs and all over the floor. 

“Listen...” You were fed up with waiting “Either you guys get on with it or I’ll kick you both out to go looking for my vibrator!”

“You heard her, bird brain.” Dabi laughed, grabbing you by the shoulders before giving Keigo another smirk full with mockery “Wouldn’t want to keep her waiting now, do you?”

Breathing deeply, Keigo looked at your desperate self one more time before he grabbed your hips, pulling them closer to his own body to begin rubbing himself against the heat of your cunt. 

Having waited long enough, Keigo began undoing his pants and let them fall all the way down to his ankles, they were immediately followed by his boxer. Rather than getting the chance to look at his cock, you only felt it prodding against your sex....and finally, he used a hand to push himself slowly inside, groaning in pleasure when your soft walls stretched around him.

“Oh fuck, You feel…” He gasped “You feel so damn good....!”

Keigo began moving slowly with a steady and enjoyable rhythm. It was so different from Dabi’s usual treatment, who preferred to be rough, but always made up for it with the aftercare, but you couldn’t complain when everything they did made you feel so deliciously good. 

So much that you began leaning over Dabi’s chest unconsciously, and he took advantage of that when he released your shoulders, letting you fall over until your hands grabbed at his own pants, that’s when you came face to face with the bulge hidden underneath the demon’s clothes.

“You didn’t seriously think that I would just stand here and watch, did you, Little one?” He shoved your face into his clothed erection “Come on, don’t you want to please your master as well?”

Nodding at him with a lost smile, you quickly began undoing his pants, struggling to focus as the other male began moving faster, pushing you further against the demon with each snap of his hips. 

Finally, Dabi’s cock was released from his restraints and you quickly took him in your mouth, enjoying the feeling of having your hair pulled as he began thrusting into your mouth.

The room became the scenario for one of the most shameful of symphonies to be heard. A mixture of grunts, hissing, and moans resonated through the walls as both males continued with their little competition. 

[cheri-translates]

[CN] Gavin’s Misunderstandings Date (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

Edit: It has been released in EN as of 13 October!

This is only the second time since they reunited that Gavin and MC are meeting for non-work purposes.

While MC is on her way to meet Gavin at the park, she notes how scorching the heat is, and that if she had known that the weather would be this hot, she would have picked an indoor activity instead. 

However, since they’re already at the park and there are periodic gusts of wind, she feels it’s a suitable day for boat rowing. At the same time, she’s worried that Gavin wouldn't find boat rowing interesting.

She sees Gavin in the distance and hurries over to him:

Before she says anything:

Gavin: You want to do that? We can do it together.

Even though the intimidating aura around him has lessened, I’m still at a loss and don’t know how to get close to him.

I want to try understanding what interests him, but he doesn’t speak much.

Seeing that I haven’t given him an answer, he repeats the question, once again leaving the choice to me.

Gavin: Do you want to do this, or look around?

MC: It just brings back a sense of nostalgia. When I was young, I would do this with my father. I think I haven’t done it ever since I got older.

Looking towards the little boats, Gavin hesitates for a moment. It’s clear that he is about to say something, but he swallows it, shutting his lips.

If it wasn’t for his odd behaviour, I wouldn’t have realized that the topic I brought up had struck a nerve…

Gavin seems to have a tense relationship with his family, and I rarely hear him bring them up.

I hurriedly rack my brains, thinking of ways to salvage the situation. Surprisingly, Gavin is the one who breaks the silence.

Gavin: You have such a good relationship with your family. My family usually doesn’t go out, maybe once a year to the park.

MC: I see… Then again, it’s rare to bring boys out for such activities.

Gavin: Really? I’m not so sure. I just wanted to try doing it with you.

Hearing this and thinking about how I’ve never seen him react to trying something completely new, I start to feel excited. I begin imagining his reaction to stepping on a boat for the first time – would he still remain as stoic as usual?

MC agrees, but the queue for the tickets is incredibly long so tells her to find a place to sit while he gets the tickets. After a long wait, Gavin returns… with fishing equipment. 

It turns out Gavin and MC had misunderstood each other:

Gavin: I misunderstood. I noticed you looking towards the lake, so I thought you were interested in fishing.

The laughter of the surroundings float towards us, a stark contrast to Gavin’s awkward solemnness. Tickled by the look of embarrassment on his face, I can’t help but let out a laugh. The more he confusedly asks me what happened, the more I laugh, to the point where I begin tearing up.

Gavin: What happened? Is it really that funny?

MC: No, nothing, haha. I just find this misunderstanding amusing.

With this, he lets out a breath, a smile in his eyes.

Gavin: While I was in the queue, I even pictured how you looked like fishing as a child.

MC: How can children have the patience to fish?

Gavin: If it were a normal child, that would be true. But you shouldn’t have a problem with it.

MC: Are you saying that I have the mentality of an old person?

Gavin: No, that’s not what I meant. In high school, you…

Upon bringing up high school, he immediately shuts his mouth, stiffly changing the topic.

Gavin: It’s fine, I’ll go back to get the correct tickets.

MC tells him that since the tickets have already been purchased, they should just try fishing. Since they rarely come here, they should create special memories:

Gavin: Even through fishing?

MC: Of course! This is the first time we’re both fishing, so it’s a worthwhile memory! Let’s set this day to be our “Fishing Anniversary” every year.

Gavin: Fishing Anniversary? Sounds good.

MC: I just spouted it randomly…

To hide the blush that is slowly creeping up my cheeks, I lower my face, snatching the fishing rod and bucket from him.

MC: All right all right, if we wait any longer, all the good spots near the lake would be taken!

Gavin: Okay. Give the things to me, you can pick the spot?

Out of nowhere, his fingertips brush the back of my hand. Warm, refreshing and dry, just like a summer wind. We both retract our hands at the same time, as though shocked by an electric current. After hesitating for a few seconds, he takes the fishing equipment from me.

Gavin: Oh right, the path to the lake is a little slippery, so hold onto me.

Looking at his outstretched palm, I nod my head and place my hand atop his. With my hand in his, he clasps our hands together a little tighter.

He follows my pace, and at certain points specially turns around to give me directions on which areas are safer to step on.

Since we’re at the lake and sheltered by shadows cast by the trees, logically speaking, the temperature here should be cooler than other places. Yet, I only feel my face heating up unnaturally, perhaps even hotter than being under the sun.

Although this is their first fishing experience, Gavin is surprisingly adept. He patiently shows MC what to do and warns her to be careful not to cut herself on the fishing line.

Without realizing it, I move closer and closer, until I hear a light cough from above my head.

Gavin: …If you can’t see it clearly, I can go even slower.

It is only now that I notice that I’m as good as glued to Gavin’s arm. Upon this realisation, the skin that made contact with his became even hotter than my head which has been under the blazing sun. Even my face starts to feel warm. My deafeningly loud heart beats block out all the sounds from my surroundings and even his voice.

Gavin: Are you feeling unwell? Your face is very red.

MC: No, not at all! The weather is just a little warm.

With exaggerated movements, I fan myself with my hand in an attempt to hide the redness of my face brought about by shyness.

Unexpectedly, he lifts the back of his hand to my face, checking if I am running a fever.

His drooping eyelashes soften his gaze, and his gentleness is comparable to the peaceful stirring of the lake, creating ripples on my heart. All hopes of calming down are gone, and I feel like I am going to explode amid the heat.

Gavin continues being blissfully unaware that he is the culprit of my plight.

He stretches out his palm in front of me. The originally stagnant air starts moving under his direction, brushing past the trees, brushing past his tidy short hair, and brushing past my crimson cheeks.

The heat is no longer unbearable.

Through this whole process, Gavin’s amber eyes remain fixed on my dazed face, his expression worried and serious.

Gavin: How is it? Feeling better?

MC: Much better. Thanks to that gust of wind!

Right after the words leave my mouth, the originally gentle wind suddenly shifts chaotically in all directions, like a beast with the lock of its cage removed. My hair ends up splayed all over my face. Through my messy hair, I can see Gavin looking frantic.

The chaotic wind stills, and he hurriedly and carefully helps me tidy my hair.

Gavin: I’m sorry, I lost control for a while.

MC: It’s not your fault, it was the wind after all.

Gavin: So… it is my fault.

They start picking up the fishing equipment that got splayed around, and Gavin seems to be searching for something in particular. Suddenly, they find themselves within nose-touching distance:

Our breaths are mixed together with the heat waves of summer, causing our faces to feel hot. I unconsciously shrink backwards, but his hand wraps around my back, holding me tightly in his arms.

Gavin: Wait, don’t move.

Nervous to the point where my eyes forgot how to blink, I watch as he moves forward.

He gazes at the side of my face, both hands hooking something onto my earlobe. I can feel his fingertips on my earlobe, and heart threatens to leap out of my chest.

The wind has become stagnant, the air completely still. His movements seem to be in slow motion and crystal clear.

After a relatively long time, he shifts some stray hair behind my ear, and opens the front camera of his phone towards me.

Gavin: It’s supposed to be worn like that, right?

MC: What is it?

Gavin: Ear cuffs. They were blown away just now.

Half of Gavin’s face appears in the phone screen, a serious expression on his face as he points to the ear cuff on my ear.

Clumsily, I accidentally pressed a button on his phone, and my dazed face is immediately saved in Gavin’s phone.

MC: Ah! Wait! Let me delete that photo!

Gavin: It’s fine to keep it. It’s cute. You look good with those ear cuffs.

Even though I can’t tell if he is complimenting the ear cuffs or me, it doesn’t stop my face from heating up several degrees.

They continue fishing, with him giving her tips on what to take note of. MC ends up catching three fishes while Gavin catches none. MC thinks that the fish can probably sense Gavin’s intimidating aura, which is why no fishes have come near.

After a while, MC can’t help but pat his shoulder and comfort him. Just as she finishes talking, Gavin’s fishing rod finally latches onto something heavy – a big tortoise. As he retrieves the tortoise from the hook, blood starts running onto Gavin’s arm.

While MC panics, Gavin calmly washes his hand in the lake.

Gavin: The one who got hurt isn’t me, it’s the tortoise.

I turn my attention to the tortoise which has hid inside its shell. Sure enough, its front leg has been cut.

MC: It looks like it’s in a lot of pain…

Gavin: I’m not sure how to stop the bleeding. Let’s bring it to the park helpers.

While he speaks, he takes off his white jacket without a moment’s hesitation and wraps the tortoise in it.

MC: Your jacket! Wouldn’t using a towel be enough?

Gavin: It’s all right, let’s bring it to the park helpers quickly.

His tenderness is so selfless, whether towards humans or animals.

They bring the tortoise to the park helpers, who assure them that it would be fine. They head to the washroom to clean up, and MC sees Gavin at the water cooler:

The crystal-like column of water sprays onto his lips, and the sweat dripping off the side of his neck shines in the sunlight. In a moment, his clean and cool breath is carried by the breeze into my heart.

There is a small patch of mud on his face, but he doesn’t seem to notice. I straighten my hand to wipe the stain off him. He immediately turns around, eyes filled with consternation.

Perhaps it is just the red flowers of the trees above, but I think I see a crimson flash on his face. I feel slightly embarrassed.

MC: Erm… Your face is dirty, let me help you wipe it off.

Gavin: Oh, so that’s what you were doing… Thank you.

MC: It feels like we keep misunderstanding each other today…

Gavin: Yeah. I’ll do my best to prevent it as much as possible next time.

MC: Huh?

Gavin: Although I don’t really understand the hearts of women, yours is the only one I don’t want to get wrong. So give me some time to figure it out, is that okay?

Even though it is meant to be a question, he says it with complete resolution, accompanied with a tone and gaze that cannot be denied.

It is so endearing that it stirs one’s heart.

MC: Of course you can!

No matter how much time you take, it’s fine with me.

No matter how long you need, I am willing...

[Note] In Chinese it‘s phrased like she’s accepting a marriage proposal

~

The date concludes with Gavin and MC back at the park after a year. Gavin notices that MC is deep in thought.

Gavin: Seeing that you’ve been trying to suppress a smile… Are you thinking of something happy?

MC: Yes, it’s something that makes me incredibly, incredibly happy. It is the thing that makes me happiest on earth.

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Calls: First // Second