#I don't have any particularly deep thoughts ab this it just came from a thought bounce of mine

[wolfisblank]

A lot of people try to classify their art styles, or ask you what "type" of style you have, or ask you to describe it or whatever, and I just... can't do that with mine? Maybe it's the same part of my brain that can't identify music genres (autism maybe) but I just don't know how the fuck to describe my art style. Even simple adjectives like "semi-realistic" or "cartoony" don't feel right. It's kinda somewhere in between. I just genuinely don't know how to define my art style.

The only observation I could possibly make about my art style is that I was very obviously a Warriors fan in the way I draw cats. Like I'm clearly a cat animator at heart. You see a cat I draw, especially an original cat design of mine, and can easily think Oh you are/were a Warriors fan. My boyfriend once said to me, "When you draw characters as cats, they don't really look like cats, they look like Warrior Cats," and I think about that every now and then. Not in a deep way more of a "Lol they're right" kinda way.

Idk where this post is going I just. I don't know how to classify genres (beyond obvious stuff like horror and mystery), music genres, or I guess my own art style. But I don't really mind. I don't feel a need to brand myself.

[dabisqueen]

Mutual Affection

Dabi x Reader x Shigaraki

⇢ rating: 18+

⇢ word count: roughly 5.6K

⇢ plot: new to the LOV, you have the hots for Dabi and your boss. After a few drinks at the bar, the evening takes quite an interesting turn

⇢ warnings: 18+, blood, use of quirk, alcohol, kissing, fingering, vaginal sex, orgasm, cream pie, cum

⇢ NO MINORS ALLOWED!!!

personal note: by popular request. this was so much fun to write. If you get to the end, I will list the ridiculous (and totally dump) titles my friend @/scruffymctee and I came up with for this fic (thank god i did not choose them)

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It was a relatively mild autumn night, I was walking home from work when it suddenly hit me. My stomach dropped, a tingling spread throughout my body. I looked around, searching for the cause of the activation of my quirk.

My eyes roamed the floor and there it was - a trail of blood leading away from me. I followed it around the street corner and then I saw him in front of me. A tall slender guy with a long black coat and messy raven hair. He limped a bit and cradled himself with his arms. I could see the trail of blood leading up to him and quickened my pace.

Hearing me approach he spun around, trying to lift his arms, but flinched and bent over in pain.

"You're hurt," I stated shortly.

His answer was low and growling “Don't come any closer."

"Look, I can help!" I called out to him.

"How's that" his piercing blue eyes boring into mine.

"I have a healing quirk." I said and extended my hand to him.

"You're a healer?" His eyes took on a suspicious glow.

"I merely said I have a healing quirk." I corrected him.

"Whatcha doing on the streets at night, then," he snorted, "Shouldn't ya be doing some hero work with that quirk?"

I shrugged and averted my eyes, muttering, "Don't work for heroes."

My answer made him pause and he asked, this time a bit softer, more curious, “Ya don’t?"

"I don't particularly believe in the current hero-driven society," I admitted.

His eyebrow twitched up and concerned by the growing puddle of blood on the sidewalk I asked "You're gonna bleed to death or will you finally let me help you?"

"Okay, fine." He let his arms hang down in defeat. I approached, inspecting his wounds. There were patches of seemingly burnt skin tissue attached to healthy ones with crude surgical staples. Some of them were missing, others half molten. The cracks between the skin bled and there was new scar tissue torn open, bleeding. His chest had also suffered from burn impact. I wondered what happened but kept my mouth shut.

"Used my quirk too much,'' he shrugged as if he could read my thoughts.

"Huh, sounds familiar." I raised a brow in surprise, "Ok then, this won't hurt. If at all, it'll hurt me," I mumbled and I placed my hand on his torn skin.

A tingling sensation surged through me as I centered my body’s energy into his wounds, gently gliding my hand over them and the bleeding stopped as they closed up, from the inside out. His cerulean eyes never averted me, watching me intently as little beads of sweat started forming on my forehead, my face draining of all color. I was getting light-headed, a buzz ringing in my ear as I moved over to his chest, pulling up the shirt to attend to his last wounds. If I weren't that exhausted, I would have marbled at his toned abs. Pulling my hand away, I panted, cold sweat on my forehead.

"It drains life energy from me," I wheezed when I saw him look at me with growing concern. Nudging him to the side, I stepped past him to lean against the wall.

"You ok?" There was honest concern in his voice.

"Yeah, j- just gimme a moment," I took a deep breath, trying to calm down my fast-beating heart.

It was always like this. The worse the injury, the worse I felt afterward.

"N- Need to go home now," I stuttered and without waiting for a reply stumbled towards my apartment building.

"Here, lemme help ya," he steadied me and we both closed the distance to the door, up the stairs to my apartment. "Ok, I'm good from here. Thanks."

"Doll, no need to thank. If at all, I need to thank you!" He grinned apologetically. His genuine reaction kind of made him really likable.

We parted and before I went into my apartment, I shot a glance over my shoulder, calling out to him "What's your name?"

"Dabi" he waved his hand in a parting gesture as he sauntered down the hallway.

Two days later he came back, recruiting me for the LOV.

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They had a small spare room for me, just big enough to fit in my bed and a small dresser, no windows, but I didn't need much more. I was glad to have finally found people who accepted me as I was. And who shared my resentment for the current hero-driven society.

Dabi and Spinner helped me move the few things I owned from my current place and the moment I closed the door to my apartment I said a final farewell to the life and society I had known up until then.

Getting along with the other members of the League wasn't complicated, I even became Toga's "New LOV-sister”, as she proclaimed right away, smiling like a thousand volts. Interestingly enough, I found out that Dabi wasn't the most loved member of the group, given his asshole attitude he evinced daily. His harsh words were never directed at me, though. It seemed he had taken a liking to me and it wrapped me in a blanket of comfort, knowing that he was always close, watching out for me. It stirred a funny feeling inside me, the way his turquoise eyes always seem to follow my every move. Or the way he would always saunter close, taking a seat right next to me. Brushing my skin when reaching for something, pressing himself a bit too much against me when leaning over. The way he'd pull a loose strand of hair from my face, tugging it behind my ear while we talked to each other.

After I settled down I finally got to meet the boss, Tomura Shigaraki. Dabi let me into the lounge one evening where he sat at the bar, staring at his cell phone.

He didn't look up when he snarled with a raspy voice, “You drink?” gesturing Kurogiri to place some glasses on the counter.

Before I could answer, Dabi placed his hand on the low of my back and ushered me to take a seat next to the leader, him flopping down with a huff on the stool next to me.

Shigaraki had a slender pale build, white tousled hair spilling in his face, all dressed in all black with red sneakers. His face was almost hidden behind the messy pale strands of hair hanging in his face. I could only make out his red glowing eyes being glued to the screen of his handheld.

We drank as Shigaraki kept asking me questions about my quirk, how it worked, and scoffed quietly when I told him about the downside of it.

“Still think she'll be a hell of a use to us,” Dabi grumbled and Shigaraki nodded slightly, still staring at the display of his cellphone.

It was kind of irritating me that he didn't even look up so I scooted closer to see what he was doing. He was so immersed I got a peek of his screen and saw that he was playing an online game. I couldn't help but admire him playing, his fingers just flying over the screen. Suddenly he noticed my close proximity and twitched back, peeled his eyes off the screen to take me in. They widened, an enraptured look spreading across his face as he took me in, roaming my body, stilling at my eyes again. A rosy hint spread across his face and he quickly looked back on his phone, trying to hide his blooming blush underneath those unruly locks again.

Up close, I could see his face for the first time, and noticed his cute nose, slender lips and fine cheekbones. He looked almost adorable, angelic - even with the dry skin surrounding his eyes and forehead and his chapped lips.

I flustered and averted my eyes, taking a big sip of my drink, almost emptying half the glass, trying to calm my rattled nerves.

Our short interaction didn't go unnoticed by Dabi, who watched the entire scene in front of him. He cleared his throat and leaned over to pull me back towards him again, leaving his hand on my hips for the rest of the night.

In the following weeks, I made myself useful in different ways. Being the least known member of the League had advantages, I could wander out during daylight, running everyday errands. I put the small kitchenette to good use, after I cleaned the moldy fridge and scraped layers of burned food off the stovetop, providing the league with warm food, much to the delight of everyone.

Ever since we first met, Shigaraki kept requesting my presence at the bar each night, having me sit next to him, sharing a drink. Dabi always tried accompaning me, each time having some other new excuse up his sleeve to be there - like being thirsty as hell or someone having bugged the fuck out of him again so he needed to get wasted.

Over time, I started to wonder if he just didn't want me to be alone with Shigaraki.

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Both men had been on a mission together and it was evening, I was in my room resting when the familiar tingling inside started, my stomach dropped and my quirk kicked in.

Worried, I made my way over to the bar, knowing that they both would be there. I barged in, seeing the warp hole just closing as Dabi and Shigaraki spun around towards me and I approached them.

"Who's hurt?" I asked.

"Guilty as charged," Dabi chuckled and showed me his burns and wounds. They were minor, but I healed them nonetheless. Dabi nudged his head towards Shigaraki. "He's hurt too."

I went up to him, but Shigaraki looked at me annoyed, hissing "What do you want?"

I saw cuts on his face and blood dripping down his neck, "Let me heal you," my words were soft.

"It's nothing-" He scoffed and ignored me, turning towards the bar.

"Boss, don't ignore me! You hired me for this," I almost lost my temper, "Now turn around!"

Dabi snickered, seemingly amused by my outburst “C'mon boss, don't let that lil’ doll get upset.”

Shigaraki stopped in his tracks and turned towards me, his eyes glowing viciously. I reached out to inspect his neck but he twitched his head back, his jaw clenched and I huffed annoyed.

"Boss, this is not going to work if you don't let me touch you," I grumbled.

Dabi snickered behind us, arms lazily stuck in his pant pockets, finding the little bantering going on quite entertaining.

Shigaraki's eyes narrowed and started glowing dangerously as I reached out for him again. He flinched and we glared at each other for several seconds.

"Fine," he finally spat, not pulling back this time, letting me slowly weave my fingers into his hair, pushing it back to inspect the wound on his neck. I felt him shudder under my touch, as my fingers brushed over his skin, coming to a rest on the wound. They started tingling as I used my quirk to close the lacerated skin

Moving on to the cuts on his face, I slid my fingers softly over them to seal them, a small drop of sweat running down my temple. I felt his gaze burn upon me, being this close to him had his soft breath fan my face. His body emitted a faint yet intoxicating scent of damp linen and dust. I needed to close my eyes for a second, trying to regain my composure, as a familiar heat started to build up between my thighs, arousal springing forward. Opening them again, I saw him staring at me feverently, his tongue darting out to wet his dry lips.

I felt a faint move on my hips and I stilled, holding my breath. Shigaraki still stared at me, red eyes burning into mine and I felt it again - a feather-light touch, his hand just ghosting over my hips. My breath hitched and I bit my lip to suppress a gasp.

"Boss-" I whispered, my hand slowly descending.

Dabi turned around, seeing us like this, and chuckled “Getting all cozy without me, huh? " With that he stepped up to us, wrapping an arm around me. He cocked his head, winked at Shigaraki and pulled me off to the hallway. “Boss, go get cleaned up. Let's meet at the bar in a few with this lil' doll."

Shigaraki glared annoyed at him, eyes glinting but followed. I also went back to my room to freshen up a bit. As I returned to the lounge, I saw both men already at the bar, drinking whiskey, waiting for me. I slid onto the empty stool in between them and grabbed a filled glass.

“You did well today.” Shigaraki's eyes immediately darted up to meet mine.

A blush dusted my cheeks as I held his gaze, my voice trembling slightly as I whispered “Thank you.”

We continued drinking, Shigaraki kept mostly to himself, but Dabi was in his element, making snarky comments, witty remarks and getting me to laugh as a cottony feeling spread across my body. After the third drink, I caught myself leaning into him too far when he looked at me. As he grazed my ear with his lips, my imagination went wild with me, inhibition starting to fade.

My glazed-over eyes met his and his mesmerizing turquoise eyes kindled a rapidly growing fire inside me. My breath hitched as I felt him stroking my thighs, sliding his hands along them, peppering my neck with hot kisses.

Shigaraki behind me let off an annoyed grunt, as he noticed Dabis advances. “Fucking slut,” he mentioned to him, but that earned him merely a cocky wiggle of Dabi’s eyebrows.

Suddenly I was hoisted up, my squeals drowned when Dabi threw me over his shoulder, legs in a tight hold as he carried me across the room.

Shigaraki snarled, “Where do you think you're going?”

“My room, gonna have a little fun with this babygirl.” Dabi smacked my butt, having me giggle shamelessly.

“No you won't,” Shigaraki hissed and slid off his stool, walking towards us, "She's mine.”

Deadly silence engulfed us as Dabi stopped dead in his tracks.

“Oh is that so?” he placed me back on the ground, turning around to shoot a threatening glance at his boss.

Feeling the tension rise I stepped between them and raised my hands in an appeasing gesture, “Now boys, no need to fight. How about you can have me-” I paused and swallowed, "both?"

Shigaraki made a punch-out sound, while Dabi clicked his tongue in approval and chuckled approvingly "Attagirl!"

Gathering all my courage I stepped up to Shigaraki, whispering, "Boss, I want you to join. But-" I lowered my gaze, "I haven't done this before," Shigaraki was still standing stiff in shock.

"A threesome?" Dabi closed the distance to us, "Awh doll, that's not too uncom-" but I interrupted him.

"N- No, not that, Dabi. I mean-” I fiddled nervously with my hands, gesturing crudely towards my lower half, “Uhm, this thing."

Silence engulfed us, Dabi’s mouth slightly agape, Shigaraki seemingly confused, scratching his neck, staring intently at the floor beneath him.

Dabi caught on first, a malicious glint starting to grow in his eyes, "Oh doll, you're a virgin! I think I'm in love!" he snickered.

I tried to hide my growing blush by throwing my hands in front of my face.

"Now, this is too sweet," he nudged his head towards Shigaraki, grinning a toothy grin, “He's one as well."

"Shut up," Shigaraki hissed angrily, not being able to suppress a growing blush spreading across his face.

"Awh, c'mon boss, this is your opportunity. Whatcha think? You're in?" The corners of Dabi's lips pulled up into a smirk, cerulean eyes on fire as he kept looking between me and Shigaraki waiting for an answer.

I turned my head to look at my boss, his scratching intensified rapidly when I stepped up to him, grabbing his hand, pulling it away from his neck.

His eyes, peeking out from behind his disheveled banks, darted to mine and I brushed some of the hair off his face so I could get a better look at him. He didn't try to stop me, fidgeting uneasily with his hands.

"Can't think of anyone else losing my virginity to but you…" I whispered, llifting one finger to trace over his scarred lips, his eyes widening slightly.

I leaned in towards him, noses brushing, my mouth hovering over his, "What do you say?"

He let out a desperate groan and crashed his lips on mine without warning. An approving whistle sounded from behind us as Shigaraki started mouthing at me, sloppy but with enthusiasm. I leaned into the kiss, intensifying it as he pushed me backward towards the door. We crashed into the wall, arms and legs entangled, tongues twirling around each other. I could feel the growing bulge in his pants grinding against my hips and I sighed into his open mouth. We parted, our breaths heavy, a silvery string of saliva connecting us as he muttered, "Fuck, I'm in."

Dabi snickered lowly, “Good, that's settled then,” and he stepped up, pulling me away from him.

"Your bed, boss, got the biggest,” and with that, he nonchalantly kicked the door open and pulled me down the hallway towards Shigaraki's room. I stumbled after him, hands intertwined with his, giggling high on endorphins.

Once inside the room, he flopped down onto the bed with me, as Shigaraki closed the door behind us, slowly approaching the bed.

Dabi nuzzled my neck, kissing it, letting his tongue slide over my skin, "Hmm… ya taste so good - fuck, I could come right here and now," he paused, "But we need to take care of the boss first.”

He pulled off and I scrambled to my feet, Shigaraki moving up to us. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He stood, shivering with excitement in front of me when I laid my palms flat on his chest and he groaned, deep and lustful.

I latched my lips on his, and he responded with a heated kiss, sloppy tongue, hands all over me. I stepped back, giving Dabi the time to pull off my shirt, exposing my bare skin and bra. He undid that one too with a snap of his fingers and it fell down my shoulders on to the floor. Eyes raked my body unabashed and hungry as Shigaraki started groping my breasts.

Dabi undressed down to his boxers, a raging boner sporting in his pants, Shigaraki stood still, not moving.

He crawled to the middle of the bed, leaned his back against the headboard and placed a pillow between his slightly spread legs. "Cmere," he growled longingly.

Laying down on my back between his legs, head nestled in the pillow, I could smell Shigaraki’s scent as well as Dabi’s and it made my head dizzy, my core tingle. Dabi kept stroking my hair and gestured Shigaraki to position himself between my legs.

“Need to get her all wet and ready,” and he pointed towards my pants while continuing to caress my cheek, the other hand stroking my breasts, tugging on my sensitive nubs, eliciting sweet whimpers from me.

Shigaraki panted as he pulled down my pants and underwear in one go. He kept staring at my wet folds, taking them in, a rapturous look on his face. Suddenly lunging forward, he buried his face deep in my cunt, tongue darting out. I yelped as I felt him eagerly licking a long, slow strip up my slit, gathering my essence on his tongue and moaning at the flavor. “Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he muttered, slurping up my juices, pressing his tongue inside to make me shiver. When I weaved my fingers through his hair, he closed his eyes, a deep guttural moan escaping his throat before he latched onto my clit, eliciting a wimperly cry from me.

“So eager, huh,” Dabi chuckled while he kept massaging my breasts, poking on my nipples, sending exquisite jolts of pleasure through my body.

Shigaraki pulled up, my juices covering his mouth and chin, red eyes dilated, messy hair sticking to his damp forehead. He lifted his hand, looking at me with a pleading expression, and as soon as he saw me faintly nodding, he slowly slid a finger in down to his knuckle, not far enough to break anything, just to get me to wail out at the intrusion. He kept sucking my clit relentlessly, tickling my entrance, making his fingers slick with my juices. All the while he kept rutting his clothed cock against the sheets, letting out throaty, drawn-out groans.

I was getting dangerously close to the edge, a white heat starting to build inside me “Dabi, I’m-” I whined, “I’m gonna c-cum-” and Shigarkai picked up the pace, laving his tongue over my clit harder, suckling with more intensity. With another wicked lap of his tongue, I came undone. I buckled under him, Dabi chuckling lowly as he kept stroking me, carrying me through my high. Lewd wet sounds filled the room as Shigaraki sucked up my sweet release. He groaned at the way my folds contracted around his finger, my clit pulsing on his tongue with each contraction of my climax.

Coming down from my high, I closed my eyes, feeling spent, trying to catch my breath. A thin layer of sweat covered my skin, making it damp to the touch.

Shigaraki straightened himself, messy hair, pupils lust blown, my release clinging to his lips and chin as he looked up to Dabi and the dark-haired man laughed low, “Go ahead!”

Shigaraki instantly freed himself of his pants, his cock bobbing out, hanging heavy under its own weight. I was thick and veiny, angrily twitching with his excitement.

I gasped and heard Dabi whistle behind me “Holy shit, Boss, ya need to go easy on her with that monster.”

“I-Its not going to fit!” I squealed, scared stiff, trying to close my thighs. I bent my head back to give Dabi a pleading look but he hushed and stroked my face, “No worries, he’ll go easy on ya, won't ya?" he threw Shigaraki a threatening glare.

Shigaraki ignored it and lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, wrapping his arm around my thigh to keep me in position. Keeping his pinky raised, he carefully slid his tip up and down my folds to collect my juices and pumped his length a few times to have them lube his dick.

As I felt the pressure of his tip prodding my entrance, my hands reached up to grab hold of Dabi’s and my eyes widened with fearful apprehension as he kept muttering words of encouragement to me.

Shigaraki was shivering with anticipation, the tip of his tongue peeking out between cracked lips as he slowly pushed forward. The head of his dick slid between my folds with ease. He hissed, his teeth tensed, and pushed further. I huffed and squeezed Dabi’s hand tighter, whimpering at the stretch. Dabi growled, “Hey there, careful!”

But he was already too far out of it, mesmerized by the sight of his dick sliding into my tight cunt. Without a warning, he snapped his hips forward, sheathing into me. The small resistance inside me had no chance against his brute force, ripping and making me wail out in pain. I arched my back as the pain of being split open tore through my body, my nails digging into Dabi's skin, leaving marks for sure but I didn't care.

"Fuck, boss," Dabis growled dangerously.

The burning feeling had tears running down the side of my face. I sobbed, feeling stuffed, aching. Shigaraki collapsed on my chest, panting heavily, trying to gain some composure. "Fuck, you're so tight," he hissed through clenched teeth. His breath was hot on my skin, his hair tickling my sensitive breasts and I felt his dick twitch inside me, increasing the sting.

I felt so full, I could hardly breathe. I looked up at Dabi, tear-struck eyes but he kept stroking me, wiping my tears away, mumbling doing so good, taking him so well. Shigaraki started moving his hips and it instantly tore a moan from my throat, having my eyes roll back in my head. Each of his strokes had me keen, running a chill up my spine into my brain and down again, settling right between my thighs.

With each of his ruts, the wave of arousal grew higher, more intense, the pleasure far outdoing the pain. My gummy walls started clenching around him as he popped a nipple in his mouth, twirling his tongue around it, sucking on it like a baby. His movements became faster, he grunted and moaned around my nub as he filled me up over and over again. And with each of his ruts, I felt him hitting a spot inside me, that soon had me see stars.

I could hear Dabi’s strained breath as he watched us both nearing our high. I kept pulling on his hands, knuckles white as my whole body tensed in anticipation of the nearing climax, hairs standing on end. Abandoning all self-control, I rocked my hips toward Shigaraki, taking him even deeper. "Fuck-" he panted, eyes glazed with lust, cracked lips slightly parted. My body tensed up as all resistance snapped like a twig and I came, my walls clenching around him like a vice. A white light blanked out my vision, my back arched as I keened, each rut of Shigaraki’s prolonging my climax, my pussy sucking him in with each wave of pleasure.

The way I contracted around him as I came pushed him to his own orgasm. He kept fucking into me now, the overflowing amount of slick seeping out of my pussy helped his dick slide in and out with ease. With one final stroke, he sheathed himself completely, his tip kissing my cervix as he came.

“Fuck- oh fuck, fuck,” he let out a strangled groan as he filled me up with his sticky cum. A few more sloppy moves and he stilled.

He rolled off me and sagged down into the sheets beside us, his crimson eyes glazed over. There was a lust-drunken emptiness in his expression as he was panting, trying to catch his breath. His hands were curled into loose fists above his head and he stared at the ceiling, cracked lips slightly parted. His pale skin had a deep red tint, his hair stuck in sweaty disheveled strands to his face.

I released Dabi from my vice grip and he cupped my face, bent forward to kiss me, chuckling “Now, that was something…”

He helped me up, tossed the pillow carelessly off the bed and turned me around, using his shirt he grabbed off the floor to wipe away the rosy cum and blood mixture from in between my thighs before pulling me onto his lap.

Instantly, his mouth was on mine, kissing me passionately, parting my lips to swirl his tongue around and taste me. I had been waiting for this so long, I melted into him, kissing him back, running my hands along his abs, down to where a white tuft of hair trailed down to his cock.

While he continued to kiss me passionately, he slowly pulled his boxers down and I giggled when I helped him wiggle it off his legs. His cock was long and thick - a heavy piece of muscle topped with a pink mushroomy head that was oozing precum - big enough to send anyone into oblivion.

Our lips met in a stormy kiss again as he thumbed his length, aligning it with my entrance. Bracing myself on his shoulders, I slowly started to sink down on his cock. My slick arousal helped his head ease in between my folds. He hissed, holding me by the waist as a light rock of my hips had the head popp in smoothly. I held still for a moment, it still burned a bit, my walls clenching around him with the need to be filled.

I took a deep breath and with a strong rut, impaled myself on his cock. Dabi threw his head back with a strained groan, while a sharp pain tore through my cunt as I was being split open by him. I arched my back, a deep loud whine escaping my lips at the invasion.

"S'much better than I imagined” he panted, hips shuddering below me. Dabi cussed at the sight of my belly bulge, while I was trying to get used to the exquisite stretch.

“Fuck,” he groaned again, and drew his cock out of me slowly, before pushing it back in with a strong thrust, whatching as my belly stretched around his size again.

Feeling him throb inside me, hearing his breath hitch and the low, breathy moan that rattled his throat was too intoxicating. I couldn't think straight anymore, only a greedy mix of mumbled sighs and moans tumbled from my mouth.

He started rutting his hips into me while holding me steady at my waist. I whined every time the head of his cock grazed that sensitive spot deep inside.

Dabi picked up the pace steadily until he was fucking relentlessly into me, pounding into my sweet spot over and over again. Each piston of his hips had us moaning, groaning into each other’s mouths as we continued to kiss each other. Every thrust hit that perfect spot deep inside, having me hurl higher towards a heavenly release.

Bringing our foreheads together, holding me there he groaned hot against my lips "Look at me," and I tried focusing my must blown eyes, staring into his electric blue ones.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he growled, watching me bounce on his cock. He managed to keep that relentless pace up and as the pressure became almost unbearable, I whined "S’too much, m' gonna cum–."

Dabi brought his thumb down on my clit and started rubbing fast circles on it. I kept chanting his name, over and over again, tears rolled down my cheeks, the double stimulation proving to be too much as it pushed me over the edge.

My core released all its tension in a mind-blinding high. The world erupted around me and I came with such a force, my body went rigid and all I could feel was pulsing white heat that left my vision blank. A loud keen erupted from my mouth and I went limp in Dabi's embrace. The wet sounds were replaced by squelching ones as I released around him while he continued pounding into me.

"Fuck..." he stuttered as I kept coming around him, with every rut of his hips. His movements became erratic, his eyes fluttered, a primal groan escaped his throat as he spilled over, his hips sputtering thick hot loads of his release inside me. He sheathed himself again one last time in me, ripping yet another climax from me, gooey walls clenching around his length like a vice.

I collapsed against him, his dick continuing to twitch inside me while he stroked my back, murmuring good doll, well done… kissing the top of my head. My body was like a live wire, the tiniest touch sending ripples of goosebumps across my skin. We both stayed like this for a while, recovering from our highs. I could feel his dick softening, his cum leaking out and I cuddled up into his chest, his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me there. Listening to his heartbeat slowing down helped my poor aching heart also calm down.

Absolutely spent and tired, I slid off of him with his help, feeling his still half-hard dick sliding out, our combined release gushing out of me.

Taking from the light snoring sounds next to us, Shigaraki had passed out, sound asleep, legs slightly spread, arms above his head, hands balled into fists.

I wiggled out of Dabi’s embrace, earning me some protest, and crawled down the bed to grab a sheet off the floor that had been dropped in the action and pulled it over Shigaraki’s bare body.

Then I slid back into Dabi’s arms, him pulling me close and I nestled my head into his neck while he pulled the other sheet over us. He kissed my hair, running figures on my back with his fingers and whispered, "M'proud of ya, did so good tonight."

As we both felt sleep overcome us, I snuggled into him, mumbling drowsily, “Should repeat that tomorrow,”

He let out a low hum of approval, nuzzling into my hair, pulling me in tighter as we both drifted off into sleep.

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[indianamoonshine]

Strawberry | Chapter 12 | Flames

Summary: Will joins the family dinner. The night can hide many things.

Rating: (+18) for…situations.

A/N: I'm SO SORRY for the long hiatus. Please accept this peace offering (jealous!Din) as a token of my gratitude.

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The symposium of a midwestern dinner sounds a lot like Bach's work.

Difficult notes with high to reach places and then very low caverns just a moment later. The cicadas in the background are a nice touch; it's something Tchaikovsky might have wished he could capture. Silverware - old enough to be considered vintage now - clank against the porcelain dinner plates. Charlotte lets out her fae-like laughter and Rhea listens intently, eyes gazing dreamily upon Tommy as he carries on conversation. The house is full tonight.

You suppose it was out of the kindness of your father's heart to invite Will to this dinner. Everyone within a two mile radius usually came to these spur-of-the-moment things. Will was an old family friend and his father supplied yours with fresh goat's milk and chicken eggs, so it wasn't all that strange he came along. Still, it made the meal a bit more difficult to swallow. Quite literally.

Din is sitting directly across from you. You think it might have been intentional because Will chose to plop his happy ass right beside you, grinning that lopsided smile and charming his way out of the discomfort with a joke. You play the part by laughing when he tries to outwit everyone in the room or by asking him how the farm manages these days. Will isn't a cocky person by nature, but something about the rigidness of his composure when Din asks for the green beans makes you all too suspicious.

It doesn't make any sense. Will broke things off with you. If he were to be jealous, it wouldn't be for anything but pride and show. A year ago it would've bothered you that Will was cajoling the room for the sake of his vanity, but now it was just embarrassing for everyone involved.

"Din, do you remember the summer of '90?" your father asks across the table, clearly involved in another conversation that pertains to this anecdote.

The man across you hums and shakes his head with a reluctant grin. "I try not to," he fibs, cutting at his steak.

Your father chuckles. "I was nineteen and Din was..." he pauses. "Jeez, Din. How old were ya?"

"Seventeen."

"Ah, right! Rhea hadn't been born yet but Scarlett was pregnant with her by the end of the summer. That was our last free year, wasn't it? Well, mine anyway." You dad points his fork in Rhea's direction, a bit of steak dangling from its end. "And then you came along."

Rhea scoffs. "Well, geez. My bad for existing."

There's no darkness in either of their words so the exchange makes everyone at the table chuckle in good humor. Your father and Din go back and forth about the irresponsible and, well, illegal things that had been done that summer. Underage drinking. Trespassing. And somehow Din always got away with it.

"He never got us caught. Ever. I still don't know how you did it." Your father says to his friend, eyes wrinkling with a genuine smile. "Damn good thing too considering how much pot we smoked. It's a good thing my girls didn't get that rebellious streak."

A witty response is formed upon your lips but only until Will cuts you off.

"I don't know about that," he pipes in.

You're taken aback, quite literally tossing your head to gauge his interjection. "What?"

An indifferent silence hushes the dinner party. Your sisters chew their food carefully, eyes glued upon the scene before them like it was one of their soap operas. Your father awaits an explanation with a rather scandalized look upon his face, but Will's father - Clarence - doesn't seem at all fazed by any probability of illegal activity.

Will rolls his chin to serve you an exasperated look. "Oh, come on. We're adults now; we can come clean." He drenches his steak in more A1 sauce before revealing: "Your daughter was the one to egg the sheriff's house."

The entire room initially goes as silent as a graveyard before everyone chokes on a snort and begins to roar with laughter. Clarence slaps your father on the back as the two of them snicker like a pair of hyenas.

"Will!" you growl. "You said you'd take that to your deathbed!"

The pain in the ass beside you howls with laughter, holding his stomach, and having to pause from drinking his beer. "Daffi, it's fine. They can't do anything about it now."

"That's not the point!" you scowl.

Din is grinning from ear to ear, obviously amused by your humiliation. It was a childish thing to do but the sheriff was a dick in the worst way and you wanted him to know it. That was a hot summer - record breaking, actually - and by the time he'd woken, the egg had dried upon his lawn and across the face of his home. Ole' Sheriff Winslow scoured the town for weeks before finally abandoning his quest altogether.

"You got something to say, Mister Djarin?" you inquire playfully, scolding him with a fire in your eyes.

Din clears his throat and furrows his brows. "No, no. I wouldn't dare."

The two of you exchange a glance that was far too intimate for this dining room. His eyes softened upon meeting yours and his smirk was silly, drunk on something other than the beer in his hand. If it weren't for dear Will's additional reminiscence, you might've fallen under the spell lingering in the space between you.

"Yeah, that was a great summer. We had our first kiss that year, remember?"

You blink, all thoughts of Din's mouth upon yours fizzling away like steam. Instead, it is replaced with the frayed-edged memory of Will's rusted pick-up parked in the darkest corner of the local McDonalds. It was hardly a first kiss worth mentioning if it hadn't been for how good he was at it and how bad you were. Still: what the fuck?

You wanted to say just that but refrained from doing so. Instead you say, "Lots of awkward fumbling if I recall." It comes out sharp - petty. If he wanted to behave like a child, you could do it too.

Din's trying so desperately hard not to glare at Will. You can see it in the deliberate chug of his beer.

-

“What. The. Hell.”

“I know.”

“Wait,” Charlotte holds up a hand, expression dumbstruck. “I’m not done.”

You roll your eyes and scrub at a particularly stubborn dish, waiting for her dramatics to be over.

“…was that?” she finishes.

Rather anti-climactic.

“It’s Will,” you tell her, voice bored but teetering on the edge of fury. “It’s fucking Will. What do you expect?”

Charlotte shakes her head, eyes bulging with disbelief as she blinks over and over again as though trying to compute. She takes a dish from you, sopping wet, and begins to dry it with a rag. You know Charlotte is eager to gossip because she never - never - offers to help clean after supper.

Everyone else is carrying on from the awkward conversation by sitting at the bonfire and making pudgy-pies. It’s the kind of snack one eats when they need to forget about anything other than the impending weight gain. You watch from the window as Rhea slathers Nutella upon a piece of white bread and then some cut strawberries. Honestly, you could really go for one, but the idea of being anywhere near Will makes your skin crawl.

“Did he say anything to you? Before dinner? Or after? Like…why would he say something like that?” Charlotte carefully stacks the delicate plates atop each other. They clank against one another noisily.

Like cymbals within the symphony.

“Nope,” you tell her. “Not a word. I have no idea what’s gotten into him.”

Charlotte goes silent, rubbing at the plates until they’re dry as a bone, and then whispers, “He obviously knows.”

You square your jaw, glancing around to make sure no one is in the vicinity, and then let out a great sigh. “Yeah, I’m sure he does. I was all over Din at the bar.”

Your dear sister brightens at the mention of the night prior. She stops her drying and places her hands upon your shoulders so that you may look her in the eyes. You see mahogany. Deep. Rich. Full of life and excitement. In her eyes, it is proof that she’s a good spirit and in good health. (And…well, maybe a little tipsy, but that’s besides the point.)

“I like him. For you.” Is what she confesses. She places her hands upon your cheeks and squishes them together. You protest, taking her wrists and wrestling her, but giggling all the while. “I mean it. I think he adores you. And so do I.”

You nod in her grasp. “Okay, okay! I know, yes. I know!” you chuckle, breathless from the lack of air supply. She still has you in a chokehold. “Can you please let me go now?!”

Charlotte releases you from her trap and you gasp a throat-full of air, belly aching from laughter. The two of you embrace one another in a hug, attempting to lift the other, and then falling upon the linoleum - sore with serenity.

-

There is something stirring in Din.

It is a fire that has just been fanned from embers he sought to snuff out. But they hadn’t perished, despite how hard he had tried. The coals burned. He burned.

For you.

At the bar, Din ignored Will to the best of his ability; sort of like how one ignores an irritating bumblebee. Leave him be, Din had chanted. He’s harmless. After all, Din had years stacked against Will. How was it possible to be so insecure by this kid?

Because that’s essentially what he is, right? He’s so goddamned young; he looks as though he’s never taken a hit in his life. He’s too pretty, too put together. He’s firm skin and tight abs. And Din, well…

Din was not.

Din was old. He was well past forty years of age now, playing house with a woman over twenty years his senior. No matter how well he managed to keep the façade so believable, it would one day end in disaster - embarrassment. Heartache. And defeat. He can’t bear the thought.

It wasn’t like him. He’s never given a shit about anyone’s perception of him before, nevertheless mulled over the ex of a romantic interest. Not to say that Din’s ever felt the way he did with you; no one has even come close. Xian was his longest “situationship” and when it inevitably burst into flames, he didn’t bat an eye. (He wonders if that makes him a terrible person.) If his toxicity with Xian was worth anything, it was just a testament of his endurance.

But you. The world fucking blurs when you’re near.

So when Will - cocky as Din once was - utters unsolicited bullshit, it takes every ounce of dignity he has left to remain silent.

We had our first kiss that year, remember?

There is a primal urge to reach across the table and wring the smug expression from Will’s face, to grab you with an unfamiliar hunger, carry you across the acre, and toss you onto his bed and just…

No. That was brutish. He wasn’t like that. He couldn’t allow himself to feel possessive over you because you couldn’t be owned. He knew that. But that fire licked at his inner conscious until he had to excuse himself from dinner altogether.

The darkest parts of him pace during the bonfire, though he manages to sit still and interpret Will’s behavior. His youth glows betwixt the crazed flames, an ombré of red and orange dancing across everyone’s skin. Din watches, he listens, he notes every little thing like hunters do. Because for some reason - some ungodly, twisted reason - Din felt as though Will were a bounty now. It’s the only way he could feel superior.

“Daffodil!” Will calls out suddenly. “Get over here!”

The hinges in Din’s jaw pop as he clenches his teeth, grinding them so forcefully he thinks Rhea - who sits beside him - might hear. When you arrive from the house (he guessed you were cleaning up, just as you always do), he notes the skimpy length of your cotton shorts and…

Wait. Is that his shirt?

It is. It’s the very same shirt Din offered you after the rain debacle after the bar. It was one of his favorites despite how plain it was; just a grey t-shirt that fit snugly on him but dwarfed you entirely. It skimmed the top of your knees and pressed against the swell of your chest. That something within him growled once more.

“Come sit,” Will instructs, patting at his lap.

You hesitate. “I…”

Will chuckles, urging you with waggling fingers. “We’ve been like this since we were kids, Daffi. Come on.”

There’s a pathetic attempt to steady himself as Din watches you perch upon Will’s lap.

You’re wearing his shirt. You’re wearing his shirt. You’re wearing his shirt. You’re wearing his shirt…

The group chats a while longer, exchanging stories Din’s never heard, but none of it matters. You’re on another man’s lap. And despite Mark’s very obvious presence, he wants so badly to grip your wrist and run.

“I’ve seen you before,” Will says suddenly. He points a finger in Din’s direction, eyes a little hooded from drink. “Weren’t you at the bar a couple of nights ago?”

Those who partook in the rendezvous go silent. Rhea freezes and Charlotte blanches, looking towards their dear sister who’s pale in the face now. Mark, in his sheer oblivion, raises a brow. Din’s been in every intense situation imaginable, but something about now makes his gut churn.

He could loose you. Right now.

He’s about to lie, to make up some bullshit excuse about having ‘one of those faces’, but Rhea pipes in.

Her voice is strong and firm when she says, “What the hell are you talking about? He wasn’t there.”

Effortless. Shoulders sag, the tension subsiding thanks to Rhea’s impeccable skill.

“Strange. Swore I saw you with…” he shakes his head and shrugs. “Never mind.”

An artificial laugh - so sickly sweet that it’s almost impossible to digest - escapes your lips. “You must’ve drank too much. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

-

His kiss takes you by surprise.

You’re walking back to the house after the men have soiled the fire and everyone’s said their good nights when he just does it.

It’s covertly enough, but it’s shocking. A massive hand encircles your wrist and pulls you behind the shed out back, pressing you against the mossy wood and stealing the breath from your lungs. It’s the biggest risk the two of you have taken. For God’s sake, your father is just now walking inside the main house and Din’s mouth is attached to the hollow of your neck.

You’re dizzy, gripping his shoulders so tightly that the fabric of his shirt warps beneath your fingers. “Din,” you breathe out. He kisses you speechless again and you break for air. “Din, what’s the matter?”

He curses under his breath. It’s sharp. Fuck. It’s not angry, per say, but it is damaged. You weave your fingers through his hair as he settles his breathing, concentrating on the strings of your shorts that he fiddles with.

“I…” He sighs, pressing his nose against your cheek. His breath is warm and you shiver. “He touched you.”

He sounds ashamed. Embarrassed. You can’t imagine how difficult it must be to vocalize your self-doubt as someone who relishes in secrecy. He had a wall built around him and it was made of iron.

“Not like you,” you whisper shyly.

You had some walls of your own. He was tearing them down like that of Jericho.

There’s softness in the air. The two of you are silent, eyes closed, and mouths inches apart. Exchanging of breath. It’s an ancient form of intimacy.

You trust him. You trust him with your life.

His hand feels natural in your own as you lift it to your breast. The trembling of his fingers is almost endearing; the man was far older than you and he still shook at the mere touch of a woman.

“No one can touch me like you.” Your hands glide south, pressing underneath the fabric covering the raw parts of you, until you stop at the band of your panties. “No one can.”

It’s all he needs to hear.

Soon after, he kisses you fiercely, but not without nodding in agreement. And that very hand, which grazes so deliciously at your belly, finally dips.

Sparks.

[stellarrmoon]

Before I die, I'm tryna fuck you, baby

Pairing: Bokuto Koutaro × fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Honorary Mention: name??? kink

Status: unedited

You were at a volleyball tournament that your cousin was playing at. You had to support him since you hadn't seen him in a year or so and his team was playing against the nationally known Fukurodani volleyball team. The actual game hadn't started yet but you were there early because you wanted to cheer him up before he had to go play.

"You're gonna do amazing, cuz. I believe in you!"

Your aunt's eldest son looked down at you with a smile, embracing you in a hug of gratitude. "Thanks, y/n. I hope we win but if we lose then we'll lose with dignity. The country's 4th top ace is in their team after all."

"Wait really? That's insane. I wonder what he looks like."

You didn't know that that curiosity of yours would be solved in the next 5 minutes. When it was time to go to the stands, you bumped into a quite beefy (in your words) person's chest and judging by the number 4 on the front of his shirt, you guessed that he was on one of the teams in the tournament.

"Hey, hey, hey, be careful, pretty lady." He had a pretty playful voice and you looked up to see a smirk on his handsome face.

"Oh. Excuse me, sir." You bowed your head and walked on when he stepped aside for you. But you couldn't help but look behind you as you continued your journey and the grey and black back of his head stayed in your mind the whole walk to the stands.

Once you got there, you saw that the teams were already on the court, in their huddles, getting themselves fired up for the match. People were cheering all around you for their respective teams and you called out your cousin's name in support. He looked up and found you instantly, putting a thumbs up in the air.

The Fukurodani team did a small warcry before dispersing to their positions and when you saw who their wing spiker was, your jaw dropped. The smirk that was on his face was a bit different that the one you saw earlier and as soon as the whistle blew, you figured out why.

The match was intense and while you were meant to be looking at your cousin, your eyes were stuck on the wing spiker, who you realised was the 4th ranked ace your cousin was talking about. He flew and slammed each and every ball that was set to him and after each spike, he let out a cry of victory. You thought it was quite attractive, seeing how fired up he got but at the end of the match, your heart broke a little for your cousin seeing how they were beaten 2 sets to 1.

"I'm so sorry, cuz, you'll get them next time."

You spent the next 20 minutes cheering him up and catching up with him before his team had to leave for their next match. Before you knew it, the tournament was over and you bid your cousin adieu as their team bus left for their home school.

"Was that your boyfriend, pretty lady?"

You gasped when a sudden presence appeared beside you. It was the beefy dude. Aka the wing spiker, ace and captain of Fukurodani. "Wow, when did you get here?"

"I've been watching since the other team entered the bus. Wanna answer my question?"

You shifted your position to face him and damn, you could've swooned right there. His nose bridge was perfectly straight and the only curve was the upturn between his nostrils. His lips were a luscious baby pink and his eyes a golden brown. Coupled with his confident aura, this man was hot.

"Enjoying the view? I don't blame you."

You smiled in amusement, "If you must know, that wasn't my boyfriend, that was my cousin."

"Oh, well that's good news for me."

"And may I ask why?"

He looked you up and down before biting his lip and saying, "That means you're free to take."

You couldn't help but get embarrassed at his statement and suddenly, you wondered why you hadn't called a taxi yet. "You're very... confident with your words sir."

"It's my specialty." He smirked again but this time, it was a bit lazy, which made him seem more attractive to you. "Are you waiting for someone?"

You got out your phone and started to call a local cab agency, "No, I've got to order a cab."

Unexpectedly, he gently took the phone from your hands and ended the call just as the number had answered. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart. I've got a car."

Even though you had just met this guy, you decided to accept his offer. He told you that his name was Bokuto Koutarou, which had a nice ring to it once you got used to the pronunciation. You told him your address and before you knew it, you were back home. "Hey, I didn't even give you directions."

"Well, sweetheart, that's because I live right next door to you." He said it so casually as if it was a mystery why you hadn't met each other till then.

"What?! Since when?"

"We moved in last month but since I'm always having practice, I usually come back home later than everyone else in the neighbourhood. Anyways, it was nice meeting you, pretty lady. I'll be sure to see you again."

You exited his car and walked to your porch chuckling at the odds. You had a feeling there was more to happen than you thought.

Weeks went by and it turned out that your room was directly across Bokuto's, which meant that you could wave to each other through your windows every morning when you got ready. He'd be wearing his uniform to go to his school and so would you when you saw each other before leaving.

He didn't take his car though, which meant that you couldn't get any more car rides from him. But it was probably for the best since you couldn't stop having dirty thoughts about him. It's how your day would start, seeing as you imagined having his school tie wrapped around your neck while he pulled you towards his face so you could-

See?

Sometimes you would have conversations through your windows but they were often short seeing as you were both in your final year and had to study for the last exams and for some reason, everytime he cut your chats short to go back to the books, it made your heart pound.

But it wasn't to say that it wasn't the same for him. Seeing you in that short, plaid skirt did something to him and he didn't particularly enjoy having a boner while going to Fukurodani High.

One day, he came back home early since there wasn't any practice and saw you changing through your window. Well, not exactly, but he could see your silhouette through your thin curtains and my, my, did he not almost drool.

You took off your shirt first and threw it on your chair, then your skirt came off next. The curve of your spine blended perfectly with the rounded shape of your butt and he subconsciously bit his lip while his eyes stayed glued to your form. He guessed that you were now only in your underwear and the thigh high socks you had to wear and his pants immediately felt tighter at the image. "Fuck."

Before you continued to take anything else off, he turned away and went to go have a cold shower. Deep down, he was nervous wreck. The confidence was natural to him but when it came to you... it seemed that it was wearing thin.

Only a few days went by and Bokuto caught you every time after school when you were changing. He felt like a pervert for using the short scene to masturbate every single night.

That saturday, your mother asked you to go take over some muffins to the house next door, because she had met the parents of the home earlier that week. You were fine with it until you realised that it was the Bokuto Residence and you would see... him.

Softly, you knocked on the door and unbeknownst to you, a shirtless Bokuto Koutarou answered the door. Both your eyes widened, his with shock and yours with embarrassment. He was sweating and you watched as a few drops travelled down his hard chest, six-pack abs and into his shorts via his very prominent v-line. "Woah..."

"Hey, hey, hey. Nice to see you in front of me again, pretty lady."

He propped his elbow on the side of the door so you could see his laterals and biceps become more prominent and you felt yourself swallow. "Uh- my, uh- mom. Cupcakes. Bring over. I–"

He took the container from you and opened it, while raising an eyebrow. Inside were red velvet cupcakes, with white, cream icing on top and they looled good so he took one. One bite in, he closed his eyes and moaned, "Mmm, sweetheart, that's delicious."

When he opened his eyes, they were lazier as he licked the icing on his lip off. "T-thanks. I'll tell her that..."

You left immediately after that and as soon as you entered your room, jumped onto your bed and screamed into the pillow. Even Bokuto heard it from his kitchen while finished his 3rd cupcake and he furrowed his eyebrows.

You couldn't believe you saw him like that. He looked so... hot. His black and white hair was drenched in sweat and instead of classically being styled up, it fell over his forehead. Not to mention his amazing body and the... the veins that disappeared into his shorts.

"What the hell? What just happened?"

You stared at the ceiling for longer than you thougt and before you knew it, it was nighttime. Looking over to Bokuto's window, you saw that it wasn't covered by curtains. His bedroom door opened and he plopped onto his bed without noticing you. You were about to greet when he flopped onto his back and suddenly, his dick sprung up in the air.

What. The. Fuck?

You were frozen in astonishment and it was worse when you saw his hand start to slowly move up and down his shaft. He was moaning softly from the little you could hear through the open window and before you knew it, he was thrusting into his hand. He seemed so desperate trying to catch his high that you clenched your thighs as you felt yourself get wet.

"Mm, fuck, Y/N!"

And he exploded. You saw his cum shoot up into the air before it landed somewhere, you didn't know the exact place but, as soon as it happened, you closed your curtains and went to your shower.

Bokuto heard the noise but when he looked back, nothing was out of the ordinary. Except... his window. Wide open. "Shit."

When you were done with your (cold) shower, you saw a text from Bokuto that read:

Bokuto Koutarou: Hey, did you hear anything weird today?

You: what do you mean?

Bokuto Koutarou: like... from my house.

You contemplated your answer before responding.

You: nope.

He left the message on read and let out a huge sigh of relief. Thank God you didn't hear him or else he would've buried himself alive.

Both of you went to sleep feeling weird that night; none of you knew of the rest to come.

On Sunday, you were home alone and suddenly remembered that your mom asked you to fetch your container from the Bokutos before she left on a business trip. "Oh shit!"

You went over immediately, without thinking of what you were wearing and knocked. Luckily, Mrs Bokuto answered the door but she looked as if she was leaving. "Hi Mrs Bokuto. May I please fetch my mom's container?"

"Oh, of course, darling. Me and my husband are going away on holiday for the week and we have to leave for the airport now so help yourself, please? It's on the counter. The kitchen is to the right."

With that, she exited her house and her husband followed with two suitcases on either of his hands. He smiled in acknowledgement and without any more time to waste, their white Lexus sped off.

Like she said, you helped yourself in and went to the said kitchen. You were glad it was easy to spot the container because it really was on the counter. But what you didn't particularly enjoy was freezing when you heard a familiar voice speaking to you.

"Hey, hey, hey, pretty lady. Any reason why you're in my house?"

You turned and saw Bokuto Koutarou leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Thankfully he was dressed today. "Bokuto. Hi. I'm here to fetch my mom's container."

"Oh. And here I thought you were here to visit me."

You smiled sheepishly and started moving forward, container in hand. As you were about to exit the room, he moved in front of you, arms still crossed.

"Um..." you stepped to the side but he followed you. "Can I get passed?"

"No."

"Wh-"

"You can't get passed. I'm tired of playing your games, pretty lady."

"Bokuto-"

"Koutarou. Call me by my name."

For some reason, his hostile behaviour was making you... horny? The way he crossed his arms so his jacket stuck to his muscles like a second skin; the way his jaw was locked as he looked down on you with his golden eyes. The way he towered over you with his legs apart, his stance mimicking that of a predator about to catch its prey.

"Go on. Say it."

You hesitated and stammered. Instead of you usual strong voice, his name came out as a defeated whisper, "Koutarou..."

He took the container in your hands and threw it into the counter so that it banged against the wall between the cupboards and the former. You flinched at the loud sound, but impressed with how good his aim was. He took steps forward which made you step back in turn. This continued until your back hit the island in the middle of the kitchen and you had nowhere else to go. "You know what I'm talking about right?"

It sounded more like a statement than a question. "No..." You had a feeling that:

"I know, y/n. I know you saw."

"Saw what?" You didn't know why you were still acting clueless because it didn't seem to be working. But what made you finally succumb to his interrogation was when he forced his knee between your thighs and pressed his body against yours.

It was hot. Or was it you? Maybe him? You couldn't think straight with his cologne engulfing you. "Mmm... just like you to get sll flustered. You know how cute you look when that happens? Now I'm going to give you one more chance to admit to your actions."

"I... I did see." You sighed.

"Mhm. Tell me what you saw, pretty lady."

You closed your eyes and went limp, "I saw you cum. When you said my name."

He grabbed your thighs and lifted you so you could sit on the counter of the island, situating himself between your legs. "And did you enjoy that, princess?"

"I don't know."

He squeezed your waist.

"I think you're lying." He moved his head so that his lips were by your ear. "You know what I hate? It's how you don't know how sexy you are to me. Look at you." He was speaking so lowly and slowly that you were hooked on his every word– it was making your pussy quiver. "You think you can come into my house wearing that thin fucking sundress?"

Suddenly, his other hand moved under your dress, caressing your thigh and stopped at the apex where he rubbed his thumb back and forth on the soft skin.

"You don't even have any panties on." You could feel his smirk against your ear. "It's like you knew you were going to see me."

He pulled back and you could breathe again. He walked away, his large back moving further and further away from you as he stopped his antics. "Bokut- Koutarou, wait!"

He stopped and craned his head. He had such a beautiful side profile.

"I did see. And... I liked it. I liked it a lot. In fact, I've fantasized about you so many times since we met and I can't take it anymore."

"So what am I supposed to do about that, sweetheart?"

"Bokuto Koutarou... please fuck me."

It sounded like a plea for help and honestly, it was all he needed to unleash himself. The next few moments were a blur for you because you went from being on the island to being in Koutarou's bed, watching him strip down to nothing without shame.

"Koutarou." You breathed when you saw his dick – it looked even bigger than before. Was that going to fit inside you?

"I'll make it fit, princess." He grinned and beckoned you over to him at the edge of the bed.

You crawled on all fours, feeling your dress ride up over your ass and it was met with cold air. So now you were face to cock with Bokuto Koutarou and it looked like you were about to know the true meaning of choking.

"You're staring at it like you want it in your mouth." He caressed your cheek and let his thumb run along your bottom lip, pulling it down before releasing it. His strong hand grabbed a hold of his hard shaft and you felt a sudden slap against your face. "Is that what you want, princess?"

He slapped you with his dick. Due to the size of it, it was a bit painful but instead of feeling offended, you felt your wetness drip down your thighs. It was still in his hand, but this time, when he moved it, he placed the tip against your lips.

"Hm? You want this cock down your throat?"

You were looking up at him with your pretty brown eyes that looked like they were tearing up and it turned him on to no end.

He leaned over and to your surprise, swiped his hand across your slit from behind, collecting a sticky puddle of your wetness in his hand and placing it on his dick. Your eyes widened as he coated his shaft with it while your lips were still on his tip. "I'm gonna need you to be a good girl for me and take my cock well, okay?"

You nodded without hesitation and finally, you opened your mouth. In went his dick and you gagged immediately at the shear size as it touched the back of your throat. It was already slippery due to the coat of your juices but one thing was prominent.

"Can you taste yourself on my cock, baby? Hm? Do you like it? The way you're slobbered all over my dick?"

You couldn't do anything except blow him. Your cheeks hollowed out as you took him in and out, and in and out. Eventually he had his head thrown back and he was moaning out every other word like "baby", "fuck", and "you're killing me, princess".

It was another 5 minutes before he had enough and he pushed you onto your back, spread your legs as wide as they could and dived into your cunt. "Fuck, Bokuto!"

He slapped your thigh hardly which led you to yelp, making you wonder what you did to deserve it. "I told you to call me by my name."

You understood him perfectly. But the way his tongue moved against your clit didn't warrant any say of his name, or any word, even. All you sounded like was "Mmm" and "yes" and "please"; it was music to his ears. He coupled his tongue movements with two fingers inside you. You were tight around them so that he could barely separate them but the way he curled them towards himself hit a spot you didn't know you had. "Ohhhh my God, Koutarou."

"That's right, say my name, princess." He growled against your clit. He started getting more aggressive as time went on and eventually, he started hitting you on your abdomen, your thighs, and even your clit. Your nipples were straining against your dress as you arched your back, feeling a particular knot get tighter and tighter.

"Koutarou, I'm going to-"

"Do it, baby. Cum on my face."

He sucked and fucked until you did as he said, hips locking as lapped his tongue along your slit while you rode out your orgasm. Your legs were trembling by the end of it but he didn't feel like giving you a break.

"I'm going to fuck you so good, princess." He said as he climbed over you, kissing you deeply and letting you taste yourself on his lips. His tongue entered excitedly and he moaned into your mouth. Your dress was long gone now seeing as he ripped it straight down the middle.

Your chests were pressed together so your boobs were against his pecs and it felt so good to you that you let out a small mewl. While he planted kisses and bites down your neck, you caught your breath and looked up to the ceiling to see... a mirror. There was a mirror on the ceiling and that meant you could see everything that was happening.

Your worn out face. Koutarou's back muscles rippling as he paid attention to your chest and neck; his ass that you could imagine gripping onto as he thrusted hard into you.

He stopped what he was doing and looked into your eyes, "Are you ready?"

"For what?- Ohhhhh." You looked at your own face through the mirror above as he slowly pushed himself in. The stretch of your cunt felt so good that it hurt and you couldn't help but cry. "Fuck, Koutarou."

"Say it again." He started thrusting, "Say my name again."

"Koutarouuuu." You droned out.

His hips moved relentlessly. It seemed that he was waiting for this for a long time and now you understood why. It felt so good. "I fit so perfectly inside you, princess."

As his dick slipped in again, he hit the spot from earlier except, it felt so much more intense. "Yes, Koutarou, do it again."

And so he did. He was moaning along with you, whispering dirty words into your ear and the deeper he went inside you, the closer you were to cumming. You pushed his shoulders up so that you could see his face and as soon as you made eye contact, he smiled. It was so devilish and hedonistic and it fit him perfectly.

He bit his lip as he looked down to see yourselves colliding. In, out. In, out. That's what his dick was doing. In and out of your squelching pussy and so easily, that he could've sworn that your hole was made for him. "Koutarou, I'm going to cum again."

"That's a good girl. Do it for me, princess. Cum on my cock."

He went back to thrusting deeply and languidly and as you watched his big form move above you, you went over the edge creamed with him inside you. "Oh yes, oh yes, Koutarou, I love it."

"You love it?" He asked as he pumped through your climax.

"Yes, baby, I do. Give it to me, more, please, Koutarou."

He groaned, "I love it when you say my name. Can I cum inside, princess?"

"You ca- do whatever you want, Ko- koutarou." You belted out as more orgasms overtook you.

"Say it again."

"KOUTAROU, MY GOD!!!"

That was what it took for him to cum inside you. He stayed in there for a while, sweat dripping from his chin onto your face. Your bodies were sticky and sweaty from his sex and it both of you were worn out.

"Koutarou..." you started but were interrupted by him pulling out and roughly turning you onto your stomach.

He pulled your hips up so you were face down, ass up and licked his lips when he saw your combined cum squeezing out of your cunt. "Round Two, pretty lady."

I guess, you were the only one worn out?