HEAVEN SENT

Although he tries, he can't suppress the shudder of rapture that travels down his spine from your question. A whiny moan escapes past his swollen lips and his knees weaken slightly as he buries his fat cock deep inside you, stuffing you full. "Y-yeah, fuck, fuck, fuck, I wish I was," he mewls without thinking, his head clouded with lust when he feels your drenched cunt clench even tighter around him.

He doesn't mean to, God, he doesn't mean to get so turned on after seeing you hurt, drunk off of feeling wanted by more than one person and the twisted power he has over you — aware that you want him so badly that you're willing to fuck him even though you're drowning in jealousy and your own insecurities at the possible aspect that he's thinking of someone else with every thrust inside your tiny cunt.

His chest constricts with guilt from hearing the pain in your voice, unable to find it within himself to enjoy it anymore. For his sole purpose was to always provide you with confidence and reassurance, needing the both of you to feel warm and safe during and after sex. Cursing himself for ever hurting you, he lowers himself onto one elbow, gripping the sheets whole his other hand reaches up to lightly wrap around your neck. He slows his pace to languidly drag his cock along your fluttering walls, loving every bump and ridge that wraps around his length.

"You– oh fuck me~," you cry to the heavens when the head of his length hits that sensitive spot inside you, your nails digging harshly into the flesh of his muscular back. You desperately seek anything to keep yourself cognizant as every rational thought threatens to leave your fuzzy mind. "You wanna fuck her tight cunt, don't you? Wish it was her perky, pretty tits that were– hngh~, that were bouncing for you, right, daddy?"

Dipping his head, he grazes his reddened lips against your glistening ones, your breaths mingling in the small space between you two. His eyes, clouded with lust, peer into yours before he groans out, "her pussy was so fucking tight."

Humiliation and embarrassment wrack through your body at his comment, writhing underneath him, as you pathetically whimper against his mouth.

"But I– I couldn't stop thinking about my bunny, needed your little bunny cunt wrapped around my cock so bad."

Your blurry eyes flick over to his face, pleading with him as your chest heave against his. Fresh tears spill from the corner of your eyes and roll into your hairline. 

"Don't lie," your sweet voice whimpers, shaky and slightly broken from the chaotic mixture of sorrow and bliss. "We both know she was prettier than me when she– when she moaned your name, wasn't she, Jean?"

Without answering, Jean skims the tip of his nose along the side of your throat, taking in lungfuls of your intoxicating scent before biting down at the junction between your neck and your shoulder. You gasp sharply from the pleasurable pain, a whine following as one of you sensually trail one of your hands up from his back to thread in his long, soft hair. Hooking his arm under the your back of your knee, he hikes it even higher as he harshly grips the meat of your thigh to keep you steady. He suddenly snaps his hips forwards, ripping a guttural moan from deep within you. Your body tenses from the pleasurable burn of him stretching you out and filling you up, causing your back to arch off the bed while your legs quiver around his lean frame.

"Oh fuck, Jean, pleasee!" You wail, feeling the head of his dick kiss your cervix when he buries himself deep inside your weeping cunt. "'S too deep, 's too deep, I can't, please!"

"Couldn't stop wanting you," he mumbles into your flushed skin, ignoring your sobs of how deep he is. Already feeling how your sopping pussy continues to pulsate around him, attempting to pull him in even further as he settles himself inside. His own cock throbs painfully when he slowly grinds his hips against yours, longing for you to feel every single inch of him fill you up as his balls press snug against the plush of your ass. "Need my bunny, need your tight bunny cunt...," his breath hitches and he squeezes his eyes shut from the heavenly sensation of bottoming out inside you, "only yours."

A broken whine falters from your parted lips, soft and delicate. And you can't help but find your heart swelling from his reassuring words. Yet, you still find it hard to believe him and he's terribly aware of that fact.

"Almost, hngh~, almost said your name when she was riding me," he continues, gently trailing his hand down from your quivering thigh to grope your ass. He slams his hips against yours in a constant rhythm, eliciting sweet sounding mewls and moans from you. Your tits press against his sweat-slickened chest, your pert nipples dragging across his skin with each thrust while his body melts so perfectly into yours. "Wanted you so fucking badly, I- I, fuck bunny~, need you... so fucking bad."

Jean doesn't even bother to brace himself, allowing his full weight to fall onto your frame as he fucks you into the mattress. He nuzzles his flustered face further into your neck, brown tresses tickling your skin while he reaches his other hand down to cup your ass. Bringing your pelvis closer to his and letting the light fuzz of his groin brush against your aching clit as he pounds away at your tight, little hole.

God, it's like he can't get enough of you and you can tell his mind is empty with nothing but ecstasy filling his thoughts from how frantically he's rutting into you, causing your body to jolt with each harsh thrust forward. His cock presses deeper inside you, grazing your womb every time he moves.

Your muscles tense and spasm as an euphoric sensation surges through you and you roll your hips against his, seeking your much needed orgasm. His low grunts mix with your needy whines as your approaching climax coils in your stomach and groin, building an with an immense intensity from the sense of being wanted and desired by the man you've started to grow feelings for. A man everyone wants.

You cling onto his lean frame even tighter, pulling him impossibly closer. His heavy sac slaps against the curve of your ass and the sound of his thick, fat cock pumping inside of your wetness fills his bedroom.

"Oh, J-Jean~, please, please, please don't stop," you sob, your cries bordering desperate pleas when you feel his blunt fingernails leave crescent indents into the flesh of your ass. "Don't ever fucking stop, daddy! 'M gonna– gonna cum!"

"Cum all over me, fuck baby~, cum all over me, wanna– wanna see how messy we can make your pretty pussy." His voice is low yet needy when he grunts into your ear, his breath tickling the shell of it. He continues to use your tight cunt to knead his swollen shaft, gritting his teeth in pleasure when your velvety walls clamp down on him especially hard.

The broken cry of a three worded confession leaves your lips seconds before his hot seed spurts inside you, releasing all his pent up frustrations and his own suppressed feelings of the last few weeks. His cum leaks down your thighs, coating his balls as well as his own before he even pulls out, filling you to the brim. He pulls out slightly, only to give one last harsh thrust, enduring the painful pleasure of overstimulation just to push his seed deeper into your fertile womb. Your walls pulsate around his throbbing length as his slick body collapses onto yours, his trembling body limped, spent, and bared.

Your heavy breathing floats into the air and heavily hangs around your entangled bodies, wrapping you in a sense of safety and warmth. Neither one of you moving as you lay in the comfort of each other's arms. It's not until your breathing starts to even and your hazy mind begins to clear, do either of you realize the line that had been crossed...

A small moan of protest came from beside him as he turned on the bed for the unkempt time. Dazed blue eyes fluttered open, blinking as they tried to focus on your figure clinging to him.

Oh. He's not there anymore. It takes him a moment to process that— that he's come a far way from there. With you, dabi found something worth being alive for other than vengeance. But he can't help but think how you deserve someone better than a lowlife villain such as himself.

“hmm,” with a light hum, you're snuggling into his chest, successfully pulling him out of his destructive train of thoughts.

Shaking his head, he pulls away from you. Your hand that was grasping his shirt tight, made a small smile slip onto his scarred lips. Tugging off your hand, he got out of the comfort of your shared bed and made his way to the balcony silently.

The cool night air greets him as he lights up a cigarette under the pale moonlight. Harsh memories flooding back to him from gazing at the dark sky.

“you'll never go back to how you were before.”

He sighs, a puff of smoke leaving his parted lips. Will he ever escape the past? Does he even want to escape the past? The only constant he had till he met you was his deep seated desire to seek revenge upon endeavor. But now? Now he let himself dream of what can be. A possibility of a future with you.

A sudden cough bubbles up his throat as he chokes on the toxic tobacco smoke. And dabi rejects any positive thoughts. You don't know the real him and he's pretty sure you'll turn away from him once you do. His chest tightens up at the mere thought of being the source of your disappointment though he's pretty sure he already has let you down.

Back in the bedroom, you turn on the side, expecting to be cuddled by your emo villain of a boyfriend but you're only met with cold emptiness on his side of the mattress, “Dabi?” you call out, blinking the sleep away. The faint smell of smoke drifted in the room through the slight crack of the door. Scrunching up your nose, you groggily walk to the balcony.

Hearing your soft footfalls, dabi speaks up, “go back to sleep.”

“come with me.” he chuckles at your request, “I should get going, it'll be morning soon.” walking closer to where he's leaning on the balcony, you snatch the half burnt cigarette from him, stomping on it soon after.

“I want you to stay.”

“it's for your own good,” dabi's blue eyes flick to meet yours, “a future hero shouldn't be seen hanging out with a villain, now should they?”

“dabi, I don't care,” you grab his wrist, making sure not to apply much pressure because you'd hate to hurt him. The caution would've made him scoff but the desperation in your eyes made him bite back on taunts, “I want you.”

You hesitated a bit before your lips moved again, “you deserve to be loved, you don't have to chase whatever self destructive scheme of yours is bout, you know.” you fully expected him to roll his eyes and laugh at your words and you wouldn't blame him— that was cheesy of you but you meant it, every single word.

Turning to face you, he cupped your cheek with a warm hand, thumb drawing small circles on your skin, “touya. Touya Todoroki.” he didn't wanna see the expression on your face, so he closed his eyes and rested his forehead on yours,“that's my name.”

if he's going to bring his own demise, then the least he can do is be honest with you and himself. Allowing himself to be lost in the fleeting moments of happiness in your company.

Your shaky breath was audible to the dark haired villain, “you're endeavor's son.” dabi just shared his biggest secret with you and you still can't wrap the information around your head,“my dad rejected me when he finally got the perfect child.”

“dabi, that's... I—” his long index finger presses against your lips, “shh, you don't have to say anything.” he's gonna die sooner rather than later, that's what he tells himself. So he wouldn't have to live with the knowledge of having disappointed yoh for long but it definitely feels better now that he told you, no more secrets.

“and call me touya." Dabi whispers, almost inaudible. With a small smile, you cradle his face in your palms, rising on your tip toes to press your lips to his. The taste of tobacco is persistent in the kiss and you mumble against his lips, “well, I love you, touya todoroki. And you'll always be enough for me.”

I had to get this off my mind sorry.