#e.dabi

words: 763

characters: dabi/todoroki touya

warnings: nsfw (i’m sorry but this man makes my brain go brrr) mirror sex, gentle dabi

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choked sighs and soft whimpers emanated from the bedroom, drifting softly down the hallway that lead to your shared room, much to the league’s annoyance and amusement.

the league knew that once you got into another bout of self body shaming and dabi was there to witness it, they knew what to expect. and just like the rest of the league had been taught, if you hear those sounds while you were walking past, you better walk faster and count yourself blessed.

dabi doesn’t like to share with others what’s his.

hypnotizing cerulean orbs stared you down like a hawk, pale hair gleaming in the moonlight filtering in from the window as a smug smile stretched across his face.

at the sight of his smile, you whimpered again and clenched around his length splitting you open, reveling in the pleasured hiss that escaped his lips, eyebrows furrowing slightly. he looked so beautiful when he moaned, too beautiful for you.

with hazy eyes, your mind continued to slowly delve deeper into unwanted thoughts. you watched through the reflection of the mirror as his right hand slowly snaked from your plush thighs to your soft tummy, heated fingers blazing across the fat to trail up between your chest, gently ghosting over your sensitive nipples with stretched fingers.

you looked away in hot embarrassment, seeing the way his strong hands touched and caressed every inch of your chubby body too much. you couldn’t help the resentment that flashed through you. why would he worship you? nothing more than a pile of fluff?

dabi could see the conflicted expression on your turned face, and a sigh escaped him as he was reminded why he got the mirror in the first place.

although it was expected, it didn’t stop you from gasping when long fingers came past your neck to roughly grip your soft cheeks, digging into the plump flesh before turning your head back to the mirror.

just as you were about to protest, he pulled his hips back and slammed into you again, tearing a startled moan from your throat and sending shockwaves down your spine, body shaking on unsteady knees.

dabi’s pace was steady, harsh thrusts slow and deep as he rocked his hips into your ass, greedily drinking in the way your stomach and thighs rippled in the moonlight to the way your cute eyebrows furrowed in hazy pleasure, eyes glossed over and plump cheeks squished in his tight grip.

he melted at the dazed look in your eyes, cute chubby hand coming up to grip his arm tightly as you writhed in pleasure, the feeling of him leaving your aching walls before thrusting back in stealing your breath away.

“watch yourself, pretty thing.” the rumble from his hot chest pressed against your back only made you moan louder, but you finally obeyed him, much to his delight. he rewarded you with a hot kiss to your neck, nibbling on the flesh there.

hazy eyes trailed your gaze over to look at yourself being ravaged by the man who claims he loves you, loves every bit of you.

and with the way he looks at you, you believe him.

watching how his hand released your cheeks and instead begins to trail over your body, whispering praise and soft words of love into your ear as his hips speed up.

what tips you over the edge is when you lock eyes through the glass. the sound of him pounding into you from behind and hitting that one spot that has you seeing stars repeatedly, and his name is the only word on your lips.

cerulean orbs are filled with nothing but soft love and lust for you, for every inch of yourself that he can’t fathom how you don’t love. white hair glowing in the light, pleasure spilled across his face, he’s never looked more beautiful - more in love.

so when he whispers “cum for me, pretty thing” in your ear before clamping his teeth down onto your shoulder as he fills your insides, you listen, eyes shut tight as you tumble over the edge.

what you can’t see in your bliss, is the adoration in his gaze as he slowly pumps his hips into you, riding you both through your ends. a warm hand comes up to caress your stomach, and a childlike glee floods through him when you don’t bother to push his hand away, letting him massage your soft flesh.

dabi hums as he watched you melt into his touch through the mirror; he thinks to himself that maybe he’s getting somewhere.

words: 531

characters: dabi/todoroki touya

warnings: zero!!!!

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sweat slowly trickled down your neck as you flopped down on to the hardwood floors, the multiple fans circulating cool air doing nothing to cool down your apartment.

you groaned loudly, sluggishly twisting to lay on your side. why on god’s green earth did it have to be so fucking hot. it’s the beginning of may for crying out loud. this shit shouldn’t kick in till june.

broken from your barely audible mumbling, you locked eyes with a pair of amused blue, staples glinting in the early afternoon light. “y’know,” dabi drawled, raising his bottle of soda to his lips to take a long sip, finishing his sentence after letting out a satisfied sigh.

“rolling around like a gremlin on the floor isn’t gonna help you cool down much, sweetheart.” he chuckled at the half hearted bird you flipped him before you rolled onto your stomach. planting your hot forehead onto the cool wood, you sighed in relief until the wood became warm with your sweat and you cringed, moving positions again.

“how are you not melting right now?! you’re already a fucking furnace normally!” you complained, body too hot and weak to really put much bite into your words.

but seriously, how was he not having a nuclear meltdown with how hot it is, combined with the ridiculous amount of heat he already puts out due to his quirk.

dabi hummed in response, raising a hand to sluggishly rake through his snowy locks, staring you dead in the eyes as his staples protested against the shit eating grin on his lips.

“it’s simple, babe. the less you move and bitch, the less energy you put out.” you watched in disbelief as he kept talking. was he really gonna shit on you when you literally felt like you were going to die? was the sass really that necessary?

apparently the answer is yes because he was still going. “me, not bitching? cool as a cucumber. you?” he raised an eyebrow at your sprawled out figure on the floor, body laying in direct line with the sun coming in from the sliding glass door. idiot.

“you my dear, are not only bitching, but laying in the perfect spot for the sun to give you skin cancer.” you flushed in embarrassment as you realized you were in fact laying right where the sun was landing, and dabi’s cackle followed you as you rolled to the opposite side of the living room.

“rolling around generates too much energy, babe.” dabi called out from the couch, and he guffawed when you flipped him another bird, this one a tad bit more aggressive.

“suck a dick you couch potato.” you mumbled and rolled your eyes when all he did was laugh.

finally out of the sun, your body wasn’t burning as bad as before and you actually began to doze off, fan blowing directly in your face helping you sleaze off to dreamland.

except the moment you were finally about to fall, a deep voice called from the couch, smirk evident in his tone. “could you grab me another drink from the fridge, i wanna conserve energy.”

“you really are a lazy piece of shit, dabi.”