Jotaro's Whore

Aizawa Shota

Shota has you in mating press, thrusting in slow and hard inside you. You wonder how he has so much stamina, your legs had gave up already three orgasms ago, and you were currently desperately gripping the bed sheets to keep yourself in reality. Your throat feels sore after moaning and screaming so much, but he doesn’t stop, only groaning in your ear as he fucks you nice and hard.

“Shota” you whine, only being able to moan his name after being fucked dumb, he only hums, smirking at how your eyes are rolling to the back of your head whenever he hits that special spot.

He stops for a second, he has to catch his breath for a minute after fucking your for so long, your mind takes this as an opportunity, crawling away from him and making your hole clench around nothingness, only to be pulled back by a hard grip on your thighs.

“Trying to escape, baby?” he smirks, freeing one of his hand and getting his hair out of his face “thought we already got over that phase, love” he slides inside you again, fucking you harder this time, making you squirm under his touch “you know what that means, little kitty” he groans “you’re asking for a punishment”

Dabi

Dabi would never leave his job unfinished, and that translates to pleasuring you as well, its not a good job if you can still walk by tomorrow and keep talking normally tonight, he has to fuck you so good you can’t even think.

He smirks when you try and free yourself from his tight grip, giving you a chance to escape, you sigh heavily, crawling away from him, only to be pulled towards him again by your ankle, you whine in response, making him chuckle.

“Aw, c’mon bunny, is too much?” you nod, your eyes pleading for a break. He hums “I don’t think so, princess. I think you deserve more” he smirks devilishly.

“Nooooo” you whine dumbly, only feeling his cock stretching your pussy again “Oh yes” he mocks back at you “did you really think you could escape me? That only makes me want you more, bunny”

Hitoshi Shinsou

Shinsou chuckles at your pleading for him to let you go, for him to give you a break. You assure him it has been enough, that you’re satisfied and his pace is becoming unbearable, but he couldn’t care less.

“Yeah? Is it too much?” You know its a trap, but you still mumble an answer to his question, immediately drowning in a purpur tinted ocean “Too bad, honey” the snap of his hips becomes a little faster “I’m not done with you yet, so you’re gonna be good and cum around my cock one more time” his command is disguised with his dirty talk, making you cream around his cock once again. You shake and moan, tears leaving your eyes.

He almost can feel some pity for you, he only leans and kisses your tears away “I know you can take a little more” he groans, searching his own release.

Togata Mirio

Mirio has stamina for days, which to your fortune or misfortune always makes sex a little bit too much. He wipes your tears away, you squirm under his touch, the pleasure you’re put through becoming too much too soon. 

You try and get away from him, only gaining his grip becoming tighter on your hips, and a pout on his face “c’mon don’t run away from me” he thrusts harder inside you “you know you can’t, sunshine” he coos as you whine his name, beg him for mercy, only causing him to go much faster and much more harder on you. Your legs give up, succumbing at his attentions, you really can’t escape him.

I hope you enjoy this, honey

"Hey babe," Dabi came back to his apartment after a long day of "work" with a grin on his face, taking out a bag of weed and tossing it to you. "Giran finally got the good shit. Said it's some of the strongest around."

You took a glance at it before throwing it onto the table. "I don't want it, Dabi."

"Is this about earlier? You know I don't like coming home and fighting. Why not kiss and make up?"

"That's not what this is about. I'm sick of just sitting here and getting high."

"Oh?" He smiled, walking towards you. "Is this not good enough for you now? You need somethin' stronger?"

"No-"

"That's kinda hot." He cut you off. "Going from a little prude that was scared of getting high to wanting something more.” 

You frowned. “You never listen, do you?”

Dabi grinned, pecking your lips. “Wear something pretty tomorrow, sweetheart. I’m taking you out.” 

Him suddenly telling you he was going to take you out worried you. He’d kept you inside his little apartment for god knows how long. But you did miss going out, even if it meant you had to do it with him. 

The next evening you'd gotten ready. He stayed quiet, which you’d learned with Dabi was never a good sign. He was the silent, deadly type. A wild card. It made your stomach flip, and you couldn’t tell if you’d rather go back to being trapped in the house again or not. 

After thirty minutes, Dabi parked before turning to you. “There’s going to be a lot of shady fuckers here.” 

“Like you?” You chirped in with a snicker. 

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, like me. But if you want some creepy fuck snatching you up by the end of the night then you’ll only talk to someone if I allow it, got it?” 

You sighed, wondering why he’d put you in such a high risk situation if it was so dangerous, but you couldn’t deny you were drawn in by the loud music and flashing lights. 

Never had you been around so many felons and wanted criminals. Dabi had his arm wrapped around your waist, pointing at some of them and telling you their names but you weren’t paying attention. 

It wasn’t long until someone pulled Dabi to the side. An older man, with silver hair. He gave you a nod before he led Dabi away. 

You looked around. There wasn’t very many people that looked approachable. No matter how much you weren’t thrilled with it, you didn’t want to talk to the wrong person. Because not only would the person get cremated alive, but then Dabi would punish you. And he was always cruel with them, finding new and creative ways to really make you suffer so the lesson was burned into your brain. 

Just the thought of it happening sent shivers down your spine, and you shook off the thoughts. 

There was one guy alone in the corner by a table. He was around average height, on the thinner side. He looked vaguely familiar so you walked over to him. 

He had a disheveled appearance. Messy light blue hair and dry, cracked pale skin. He looked creepy, if you were being honest. Yet somehow he pulled it off.

Shigaraki, you think his name was, looked you up and down, making you shift in discomfort. You remembered Dabi mentioning him when you came in. 

“You a hooker or somethin’?” He asked as he lined the white powder on the table up with a card. 

You immediately shook your head. “No.” 

He stood up. “Oh. With clothes like that I thought you were. Who are you with?” 

“Dabi. He’s my...” What were you supposed to say? Boyfriend? A friend of yours? You definitely couldn’t say captor. He’d just laugh in your face. 

“Pimp?” He snickered. “Joking,” he added when you glared at him.

After a tense moment of silence he motioned to the table. “You gonna have some or what?” 

You looked at it. It felt like you were in a movie, at the point where the main character was about to hit an all time low. You made eye contact with Dabi and he smirked, motioning for you to do it. 

"Nah." You learned back, away from it. 

He grabbed you so you were face to face. "You know, everyone in this room is running from something. It's why we're villains. It's why most are willing to try it at least once. I can tell there’s something you’re hiding, so why not forget it for a while?” He motioned to the table. 

Did you have anything to lose? This wasn’t elementary school, a simple “no” and “stop” wasn’t going to get you anywhere. Besides, you were so tired of fighting. 

Finally you gave in, smiling. “Show me how it’s done, will you? Don’t be too hard on me, this is my first time doing something like this.” 

Shigaraki grinned. “Don’t worry about a thing 

Your eyes were dilated, wide and unblinking and looked around like it was a whole new world you were seeing. Shigaraki laughed, but you just ignored it and walked away from him. 

You were on the dancefloor, laughing and spinning around with other people. All their faces blurred together yet you didn’t care. You closed your eyes, still feeling the multicolored lights flashing. 

Dabi had finished his conversation with Giran, heading straight towards Shigaraki and taking a seat, watching you dance around. 

“What is she to you?”  

Dabi turned and looked at Shigaraki, a cigarette dangling in his mouth. “Mine.” 

Shigaraki hummed at his answer. “You’re playing a dangerous game. Getting her hooked on shit.” 

He shrugged at his boss. “I know what I’m doing.” 

Sometimes Dabi felt guilty, dragging you into his world. Before he took you, the life of heroes and villains barely affected you. You were just normal. A plain, average civilian. Yet he was attracted to your life, and the more he watched he couldn’t help but drag you into his.  

But you fit right in when you were in this state, soothing his doubts.

Dabi knew he was walking a fine line, getting you hooked on the rush. But that wasn’t the only thing he was doing. 

All Dabi did in life was hurt people. Hurt random, innocent people. Hurt his family despite a part of him knowing well they were also victims of his father. He even destroyed himself, every single day. 

That’s not what he wanted with you. He wanted to treat you like glass. The way you deserve to be treated. Like a fragile, beautiful being. It felt like he could only do that when you had your head in the clouds, the only time you’d allow him to touch you gently. Worship the smooth skin that was such a vibrant contrast against his.

It was beautiful, in a twisted, horrid way. This world you found yourself dragged into. You always thought there was beauty in darkness, and this was no different. 

The pleasure, you thought. That was it. That was the beauty in it. The rush, the euphoric rush as the drugs danced inside your system. 

Dabi was like a drug. You hated him, just like the drug itself, but you loved the feeling he brought you.  

You don’t remember when you got back to his house, but you’re laying in his bed, his hands on your thighs, squeezing the flesh tight as he gives your slit a testing lick, making you moan out. You were already so wet before he even started, noticing your arousal when he’d rubbed your clothed sex before the both of you left and felt a damp spot in your panties. It almost made him lose what little self control he had. 

The sweet noises you let out encouraged him, his rough hands running down your body as he sucked on your clit. He looked up at you, watching you moan and grind up against him, pushing up against his mouth, silently begging for more. 

“I - I -” You babbled out as he continued, licking and sucking at your cunt.

“I - I what?” You whined when he pulled away and mocked your tone, leaving you throbbing and desperately needing more, to be sent over that edge you were hanging right over. “Use your words, sweetheart, tell me what you want.” 

“Cum,” you whimpered as he started eating you out again, running your hand through his black hair and pulling at it. “I need it!” 

He groaned, and you almost cried as it vibrated against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through you. 

“Keep begging,” he demanded, his hot breath hitting your bare skin, making tears gather in your eyes. 

“Please!” You cried out, feeling like you would go crazy if you didn’t release soon like you desperately needed to. “Dabi!” 

“There we go, such a good girl,” he cooed. “You know good girls get rewarded.” 

You squirmed around on the bed, body writhing in pleasure as he hit all your sweet spots, screaming out his name. 

You were going to regret this in the morning, if you even remembered it, but for now you relished in the way your tummy tightened, your whole body relaxing as you came on his mouth, your vision turning white as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

Dabi wanted to fuck you, but he decided you were done for the night, barely able to keep your eyes open. 

“I hate you,” you groaned out, falling against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. It was painfully intimate, these moments. 

He chuckled and it vibrated against you. “That’s fine, as long as that pussy keeps loving me.” 

It wasn’t long before the attitude died out of you as well. You barely talked on most days, already knowing what was to come. He hadn’t taken you out since the party, or maybe he did, you couldn’t really remember. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

You became so pliant, so pretty, so sweet and gentle when you were under the influence. All his. You’d even give him a kiss on the lips, making sure it felt real and genuine before he gave you what you truly wanted. 

And Dabi was damn proud of himself. You were addicted to some hardcore shit but he didn’t allow you to look like you were. He only let you do it once in a while, and he always made sure to feed you and take care of yourself.  

He’d never allow you to overdose. No matter how much you begged him for another dose, just a little bit more, he’d refuse.

Unfortunately it got to the point where when you were sober, you didn’t like it. You didn’t know who you were anymore and you couldn’t tell which you hated more. The fact you craved drugs or the fact that your body also craved him. 

Drugs were bad but Dabi was the worst of it all. You despised the ground he walked on, yet you couldn’t help but think you’d be lost without him. Without everything he provided you with, without the feeling he gave you. 

When he thought he was going too far, or he gave you too much, he’d call the quits for a bit. For you, those times were the worst. 

It had been a few days since Dabi decided he’d give your body a break. At least you thought it was a few days, but you couldn’t tell. It could’ve been weeks, months for all you know. 

Your head was pounding, you’d break out into sweats and chills. You’d yell, scream and cry feeling like you were going to die if you didn’t get your next fix. Dabi just stepped away for a bit, only coming back when you finally gave up and accepted it. 

After debating with himself, Dabi decided in giving you what you desired. When he came home, you were on the living room floor, asleep on your stomach. His heart clenched when he flipped you over, pushing away the hair that clung onto your sweaty skin. Your cheeks were dry with tear marks staining them. You wined when he picked you up, slowly waking up. 

"Don't fight it," Dabi mumered softly, laying you down on the couch. "You'll feel better in a moment."

You looked up at him sleepily. “What are you doing?” 

“Open your mouth,” he demanded. 

Some might think he's changing you, trying to break you and twist you into something you weren't. But he wasn't.

Your lips parted and you let him slide a pill into your mouth. You swallowed it and a moan escaped you as the familiar euphoric rush jolted through your body, your eyes dilating.

You needed this. At the end of the day you needed to have the thrill. 

And there was nothing Dabi loved more than seeing the soft, lazy smile on your face as he kissed your neck, gently pulling off your clothes and moaning with bliss. 

Your head was somewhere lost, your thoughts just a blank, endless void as you just allowed your body to feel. 

Then you'd fall asleep so peacefully. No tears, no loud arguments before he wound up knocking you out or threatening to use his quirk until calm down.

Instead, he could just relax and hold you close. He could almost trick himself into thinking that this was normal, that you actually loved him. He'd close his eyes, pretending there was some sense of normalcy in his life, the way yours used to be.