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If you're interested in having a one-shot written by me please tell me:

• The character(s) you'd like it to be with.
• Basics of the scene (for example, sex in the park. Be as specific as you'd like).
• Reader's orientation (dominant, submissive, switch, shy, bold, teasy).
• Character's orientation
• If there are any specific kinks you want in there make sure to mention them!
• Reader's gender. 

Rules

1. No underage. All characters will be aged up if not adults.

2. No non-con

3. No UA student x teacher stuff (x old student reader is fine)

4. No bathroom stuff

5. No incest

6. No animals or full animal mutation quirks. I can only write humans D: 

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" Fuck ," Dabi cursed under his breath. A sharp grunt left him as he leaned against the damp brick wall of the dirty alleyway. His chest heaved with exhaustion and the aftereffects of adrenaline leaving his system. Looking down to examine his hand, he turned it slightly and hissed as he took stock of the jagged puncture wound, “Shit… It went all the way through." As few fucks as Dabi seemed to give, he certainly didn't want to die. He could have cauterized it himself if he hadn't been held up, but that’s not how events unfolded.

Thoughts of infection and permanent maiming flashed across his mind as he wracked his brain in search of a solution. Hospitals were out of the question -for obvious reasons- and to say he had few friends would be an understatement. His healthy hand combed through unruly dyed locks, and he breathed an exasperated sigh.

On his way back from a local pub he'd been ambushed by some low-tier villains; the irony was not lost on him. To his great misfortune, one of them possessed a paralysis quirk, and despite how he struggled he was helpless as the man rendered him immobile and relieved him of his wallet. Briefly, he had regained control of his fingers and tried to wiggle himself in an attempt to pilot his own body. Upon noticing, one of the three stabbed a saw tooth blade through his hand, before directing his buddies to kick the burnt man into submission.

This would prove to be a fatal mistake.

Once they rounded the corner, the paralysis subsided. Dabi pushed himself up on his uninjured hand and lumbered down the side street, keeping a safe distance until they turned down another secluded alley. His feet dragged as he pushed himself forward, bloodied hand clutched to his chest, white shirt stained with streaks of blood only made more dramatic by the rain. His body was broken and painful, nothing he wasn't used to, and nobody fucks with the Blue Flame.

When his silhouette darkened the alleyway, the group's mouthpiece turned to face him, a sickening smirk spreading across his face. “Oh, you want more?” he scoffed, clearly amused at Dabi’s condition. His gloved hand lifted threateningly. Before he could use his quirk, the corridor was consumed in a cerulean inferno. There was a kind of morbid beauty in the way the rogue villain’s flames danced as they reflected off the rain-soaked brick and mortar walls. Even the trio’s anguished wails didn’t ruin the ambiance, as they were immediately silenced by scorching air tearing through their gasping lungs.

Dabi shuffled painfully to the charred remains, quickly finding his wallet amongst the ashes. He held it up, wobbling it comedically.  

“I knew shelling out on a fireproof one would be a good investment.” he eyed the patches of ash, smirking as they washed away in the rain. Blue Flame’s Cremation left very little in the way of remains. His celebration was cut short as he doubled over in an agonizing fit of coughing. 

Thus, he finds himself in this predicament; supporting his battered body against the wall of some abandoned store, cursing his existence and mulling over his options. 

Finally, a solution comes to him. It’s not ideal since, well, you two would be best described as “Friends with benefits,” but he had no other choice. His decision was made. Luckily, you didn’t live far away, so he began his journey on foot, groaning every few steps at the aches jolting through his muscles. 

~

You almost jump out of your skin when you hear a series of heavy knocks at your door. The new Netflix series you had been waiting for had your full attention, and to say you were startled by the sudden sound would be putting it mildly. You rose from your couch, quickly making your way to the door and checking through the peephole, only to gasp at what you saw. 

“HOLY SHIT-” you exclaimed as you flung open the door. “What the hell happened to you!?” Dabi stood in the hallway of your apartment building, breathing heavily and looking like a drowned cat. Deep crimson painted his shirt and was creeping its way towards his jeans. 

“Hey there (Y/n),” the man grinned, “you wouldn’t happen to have a bandaid lying around?” He laughed to himself and you rolled your eyes, ushering him inside and not bothering to ask him to remove his shoes as you led him to the dining room table. 

“Thanks,” he muttered, grunting when he took a seat. The two of you had been well acquainted for a couple of months. You knew of his reputation, but when you met him one night in a local pub you quickly succumbed to his charm and wit. By the next morning, your opinion of him shifted. You awoke in your apartment, alone, untouched and safely tucked into bed after having way too many drinks. A small letter was left on your bed stand that read, 

“If you want to do that when you’re sober, meet me at the same place next Friday at 8 ;).” 

You took up his invitation and the two of you now spend at least three days a week together, usually wrapped up in the sheets As far as you’re concerned, his “personal” life is none of your business. Who are you? The morality police? And let’s be honest, the dick is bomb. 

You dig in the cabinets, eventually ending up on your tiptoes as you search for the first aid kit. He chuckles softly and you smile, still sifting through the shelves, “Hey, you can sew that up yourself if you want,” you joked.

“No, no. Please save me, nurse,” Dabi pouted. 

“Getting into trouble again?” You asked, finally remembering where you had placed the kit.

“You know me, I was saving a group of kids from some dastardly villains and they got the drop on me.”

You shook your head and chuckled, “Oh my, what a hero-” Immediately, you regretted your words. For some reason, every time you mentioned that word in the past, he visibly bristled. He never complained, but it was clear the title ‘hero’ was anything but positive in his eyes.

You turned on your heels, letting out a soft ‘woo” as you brandished the bright red medical kit. He held his hand out for you and you took it gently, turning it to examine the rather serious wound.

“This is really bad,” you grimaced, “I think you should get this looked at by a doctor…”

“Not an option,” he said decisively. You tilted your head and rose your eyebrows as if to say ‘it’s your funeral.’ Dabi hissed when you poured peroxide into the puncture wound, and you winced with a sympathetic groan.

“I’m sorry, I know that stings.”

“Don’t worry about it I’ve had worse. Just didn’t expect it,” he adds flatly, holding still while you worked.

“Are you ready?” your tone was concerned as you held up the surgical needle and thread. He nodded and you went about the task of sewing up the injured flesh.

Throughout the entire procedure, he didn’t make a sound. The only signs of his pain were the agitated bouncing of his knee, which you had to ask him to stop a few times so you didn’t give him more holes than he needed.

“All done!” you chirp as you cut off the last suture. You wrapped the hand in gauze and medical tape, allowing him the free movement of his hand; well, as much as the pain would allow.

“Thanks. Was I a good patient?” he grinned at you while flexing his fingers. Dabi looked up at you with half-lidded turquoise eyes. For some reason, it made your heart jump.

“U-Um, yep! Best I’ve had,” you giggled. You returned your supplies to their storage place, sighing as you turned back to see him resting back in the dining room chair. “You should take a shower. You’re a mess.”

“Oh what, you don’t think I’m handsome like this?” he wiggled his eyebrows seductively.

“Yeah, that’s just how I like my men; muddy and bloody. My brother left some clothes here the last time he visited. I think you’re about the same size.”

“Gee thanks,” he chuckles, “You sure your brother won’t mind loaning his clothes to the guy you’re fucking?” you punch him playfully on the arm and he laughs as he gets to his feet. “Alright, alright. I’ll go do that.”

“Sounds good. I’ll go ahead and leave the clothes on the chair outside the bathroom.” He nodded a confirmation and made his way upstairs. You click your tongue when you look at the aftermath of his entrance. Muddy footprints and water littered the floor. You went about the task of mopping up the mess until you heard him call down at you.

“Hey, (Y/n)?” he shouted. You left your cleaning tools in the kitchen and made your way up.

“You good?” you asked, knocking on the bathroom door. 

“No, actually. Can you come in?” his voice seemed a bit meek which threw you off.

You push open the door and join him in the bathroom. A mop of semi-damp black hair pokes out of the shower curtain. “I can’t bend my arm to get my back. Can you… y’know…” he seemed a bit embarrassed to ask for help. You smiled and nodded, quickly stripping down to join him. The two of you had seen each other naked countless times, but for some reason, as you stepped in, the feeling of his eyes on you made your heart leap. 

He let out a long, low whistle.

“Hey, keep your eyes to yourself perv!” 

“No can do.”

You’re careful to keep your head out of the water as you reach for the loofa, but before you could he shook his head. 

“Not a good idea,” he mumbled, “Staples.” 

“Oh, right.” instead, you soap up your hands, running them in slow, soothing circles along his injured back. You can’t help but appreciate the definition in his muscles as you gently knead the bruised areas of his skin, earning you a low, appreciative groan. 

“Ugh, that feels good,” he mumbled, leaning his head to the side to expose more of his neck to you. Your hands trail up his shoulders and start to massage the aching muscles there. Soft sounds of pleasure escaped him as helping him get clean became an active attempt to soothe his mind and body. “Shit,” he grumbled, turning abruptly and locking eyes with you before slipping his hands around your waist. Butterflies took off in your stomach. What the hell is happening? Why does this feel so different?

His eyes fluttered closed as he leaned close, slanting his lips across yours in a soft kiss. You couldn’t help but moan at the way his unwrapped hand felt gliding up and down your back, drawing small circles that made you moan into his mouth. A nip at your lower lip drew a pleased sigh from you. Long, thin fingers found your hips, tickling up and down them softly, causing your hair to stand on end. 

“What’s up with you, huh?” you teased, rubbing your nose against his as you smiled. 

“Not sure,” his voice was gravelly and low. He seemed caught up in a pleasant high. 

“Ah~” his hands snaked around to grip your ass, smoothing over the supple skin before squeezing tightly and lifting you up into another deep kiss. His tongue slipped between your lips just briefly, dancing with yours as his breathing quickened.

“Mmm,” you hummed, thoroughly enjoying his newfound energy. Dabi was now fully erect, hard cock slipping between your wet thighs. His hips moved involuntarily and his fingers dug more firmly into the soft flesh beneath his fingers. Those hands, thought to be so dangerous and menacing to others, trailed feather-light touches across your soaked skin, cupping your breasts and thumbing your perky nipples. You bite your lip and let out a high pitched moan at the pleasurable jolt as he stroked the sensitive buds.

“Yeah? Feels good doesn’t it sweetheart …” Dabi whispered against your ear, sucking it and dragging his teeth across the shell. 

“Fuck- Yeah,” you swallowed hard, digging your nails into the muscles of his back. He groaned against your lips before peppering soft kisses down your jawline, neck, and collar bone, finally stopping when he wrapped his lips around your puckered nipples. His tongue swirled around the erect bud and you whimpered at the sensation. 

“S-Shit, I forgot how good you were with your mouth,” you breathed, tilting your chin to look at his face while he sucked and nibbled. You let out a yelp when he bit down harshly, raising his brow with a dangerous look in his turquoise eyes. 

“Oh? You forgot?” strong arms wrapped around you, lifting you up as he guided your legs around his trim waist.

“This is dangerous!” you shrieked. He laughed, carefully stepping out of the shower with you in his arms.

“I like a little danger,” rough lips claimed yours once more, teeth tugging on your bottom lip, drawing out a moan from you. Neither of you seemed to care about the water bill as Dabi carried you to your bedroom and tossed you unceremoniously onto the bed. He slotted himself between your thighs, running his uninjured hand up your outer calf and thigh. 

“I love these fucking curves,” he growled, fingertips pressed into the soft flesh of your thighs and he stared, seemingly mesmerized at the sight of your naked body laid out in front of him. “seeing you spread out like this, just for me... it drives me insane.”

His last words felt primal, and before you could process it he mounted you, grabbing your wrists and pinning you firmly to the mattress.  “Look at me,” he commanded. It almost felt like you had no choice with the way your body jolted from the stern tone in his voice. His stare was intense and it sent heat pooling between your legs, “You’re the first person in a long time that’s treated me with this much kindness.”

You scrunch your brow, completely thrown off by this speech just as things were about to get good. “Shut up and listen.”

“I didn’t say anything jackass,” you quipped. He smirked down at you.

“After tonight, the thought of anyone else touching you like this is getting under my skin,” he admitted, absentmindedly brushing your soft skin under his palms.

“Why are you thinking about that?” you asked playfully, grinning up at him and wiggling your hips.

“Because, ” he growled, lowering himself next to your ear, hot breath flooding your neck and setting your hair on end, “ you were so fuckin’ sweet down there that I thought maybe you’d gotten too attached,” he whispered. The assertion would have pissed you off had he not placed a gentle peck under your ear and hummed against your skin, "but then…” Dabi continued, dragging his tongue over your neck and collarbone, “ I starting thinking about the next guy that would get to fuck your tight little pussy and wondered it would feel to singe him to pieces.” 

His possessive declaration pulled a moan from your throat. Your hips lifted from the bed as you ground your aching core against his erection. He hummed appreciatively and returned the friction, pushing himself up on his forearms to look down at you, meeting your lust-filled gaze with one of his own. His hips moved, hard cock sliding up and down your slick folds.

“You know what that means, don’t you?” he teased. You nodded, heat rising in your cheeks as your toes curled in anticipation.”You’re all fucking mine. Now say it. ”

“I’m… y-yours,” you sighed, lifting your head up to try and kiss him. He smirked a bit and pulled back, not giving you the contact you wanted and leaving you pouting with a whimper. 

“Damn right you are.” He released your hands in favor of curling them under your thighs, slinging your knees over his shoulder and gripping your quads roughly. He toyed with your folds and groaned at the sight. “So pretty and pink… fuck. You’re gonna be a good girl and let me taste that sweet cunt, aren’t you baby?” 

“Fuck yes Dabi…” you pleaded. He paused for a moment, having a silent debate with himself.

“Call me Touya," he grumbled against your thigh.

“What?” You tilted your head, confused by his request.

“That’s my real name. No one else knows it. Don’t say it outside. Now, tell me you want me to tongue fuck you.” Your eyes practically roll back into your skull. The foreplay had you so heated you could barely think straight. 

“Please eat my pussy, Touya,” you moaned out his name and his cock twitched in response.

His eyes drifted closed and his muscles relaxed with a soft sigh before his gaze locked with yours again. One long lick up your soaked slit made you shudder as he groaned at the taste.

“So fucking good…” Dabi’s tongue pressed flush against your sex, swaying back and forth slowly, giving your aching clit some much-needed attention. When his lips wrapped around it your fingers struggled to find purchase in the sheets. He was drunk on the control he had in this moment. The way you shuddered when his tongue slipped between your folds, your chest heaving with heavy breaths and those sounds you made sparked a fire in him. 

With a grunt he let your legs fall to the bed, quickly placing himself between them. He roughly spread your legs, toying with your soaked petals while he looked up at you, panting and voracious. “Keep your eyes on me,” he demanded, giving a pleased hum when your eyes met his. Two long fingers began to tease and toy with you before entering slowly, making you bite your plush lower lip. 

Dabi’s blue eyes fixed on yours while he slowly stretched his long fingers inside your heat, massaging your walls just right as he beckoned them, extending his tongue to lap at your clit. The way he sucked, licked and nibbled at that little bundle of nerves made you buck your hips and moan his name like a mantra. The more you fell apart for him the more primal he became, fucking you with his fingers more roughly and growling against your needy cunt, sending pleasant vibrations along your folds. 

“I’m c-close,” you whined, running your fingers through his soft tresses with a gentle tug. His thumb replaced his tongue to work against your clit as he lifted his head and stared up at you.

“Look at me while you cum on my tongue,” he ordered before licking the soaking pink flesh again. The rogue villain's relentless matriculations brought you to the edge, and when he felt you tighten around his fingers he put all his effort into getting you off. A familiar heat flooded your lower half and your skin seemed to tingle as you found your release.

“Fuck, YES right there!” you moaned out, lifting your hips against his tongue while he lapped gently at your cumming pussy, flexing his fingers in and out as you pulsed through your orgasm. He wasted no time pushing up and aligning with your entrance, tracing the head of his cock against your oversensitive clit.

You hissed at the sensation and he grinned down at you deviously. His free hand gathered both of yours and pinned them above your head, making your wrists ache a bit. He rubbed the head against your petals faster, the cool metal of his piercing provided an interesting contrast to the warmth of his cock. Your hips bucked to escape the overstimulation, only making him hold your wrists tighter, forcing your legs apart with his knees. “You’re always so pretty when I make a mess of you like this.” 

You gasped as his length spread your walls, a mix of pleasure and pain radiated from your core as he buried himself to the hilt, his eyes squeezing shut at how warm and welcoming you felt around him. Dabi held your thigh close to his hip, keeping your hands locked down with his other hand as he began to thrust into you. His hips snapped hard, drilling your soaking wet hole mercilessly. Hungry lips pressed to yours in a sloppy, demanding kiss. His teeth found your lower lip and bit down, a growl rumbling in his chest when you cried out for him. 

“Gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock?” he asked in a smooth, low voice between heavy breaths. Your silky walks clinging to him as he pumped into you had his head spinning. You nodded frantically, struggling against his grip when the painful tingle of overstimulation grew stronger. “Fuck yeah you are,” he changed his angle, now pressed firmly against the spot that makes you see stars. He gave you no time to recover between strokes, head dipping to suck on your bouncing tits, setting your skin on fire.

It was becoming too much. Sweat formed on your forehead and his; he had never shown this much intensity and he was putting forth extra effort to fuck you raw. When he released your wrists your hand flew down to press against his abs, trying to relieve some of the agonizing pressure, only to have it gripped and pushed away.

“Don’t you dare.”

“It’s too - ah - sensitive.”

“Aww... Is it too good sweetheart?” he purred, you mumbled a needy mhm and he pounded into you even harder. “Good. Fucking scream for me. I want everyone in this building to know who this perfect little pussy belongs to.” 

That was it. You flooded his cock with your juices and he grit his teeth hard. Your body seemed to pulse with tingling heat as you twitched and throbbed around him. Your soft walls massaged his dick too well, and he couldn't stop from spilling over the edge. 

“You’re squeezing me so… fucking tight,” he choked out the words. A few more deep thrusts and you felt him throb inside you, heat pooling in your core and a wave of satisfaction washing over you. His movements slowed, then stopped. He held himself inside you. Appreciating how the sweat made your skin seem to shimmer under the low light. Slowly he withdrew, sighing when he turned over and flopped on his back with a satisfying thud. His arm slid under your neck and he pulled you onto his chest. Fingers ghosted up and down your arms, causing goosebumps to pebble on your flesh. A soft chuckle escaped him when he felt it.

“Good?” the bass in his voice vibrated on your cheek and you couldn’t help but swooned.

“Mhmmm.”

Dabi continued his gentle caresses as the two of you sat in silence for a while. “You know,” he finally spoke, “I meant what I said.” 

In your haze you almost didn’t know what he was talking about, but when it clicked your eyes went wide. That wasn’t just a lust-fueled confession? You wanted to squeal with delight but you kept calm, smirking and tracing circles on the skin between his staples. “My, my Touya, ” his breathing hitched and he wrapped his arm around you a little more tightly, “don’t tell me you caught feelings?”

He chuckled, planting an affectionate kiss on your head. 

“Maybe a little. Let’s spend more time together doing something other than hooking up; not that I want that to end,” he smirked and gave your arm a playful squeeze. 

“Alright. I can deal with that,” you were giddy but you didn’t show it. Opting instead to bask in his new found affections. “Wanna stay here tonight?” 

His free hand carded through his hair and his eyes fixed on the ceiling, “You sure that’s alright?” 

“Of course. You don’t need to be out there with your hand like that.” 

He bent his neck to look down at you, a mischievous grin pulling at his features, “Looks like my plan worked.” 

You laughed, playfully punching his chest and he gave an exaggerated ‘oof.’

“Hah, I should turn off the water,” he mused.

"No problem, I'm sure you'll think of a way to make it up to me," you winked.

He chuckled, sliding out from under you. 

He did as he promised and turned off the water, returning quickly and moved you back to rest on his chest. This was the first time you’d spent the night in such an intimate embrace. The way he held you felt new: greedy, protective, and… affectionate. The pair of you drifted off into a fitful sleep; the best he had in a long, long time. 

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" Fuck," Dabi cursed under his breath. A sharp grunt left him as he leaned against the damp brick wall of the dirty alleyway. His chest heaved with exhaustion and the aftereffects of adrenaline leaving his system. Looking down to examine his hand, he turned it slightly and hissed as he took stock of the jagged puncture wound, “Shit… It went all the way through." As few fucks as Dabi seemed to give, he certainly didn't want to die. He could have cauterized it himself if he hadn't been held up, but that’s not how events unfolded.

Thoughts of infection and permanent maiming flashed across his mind as he wracked his brain in search of a solution. Hospitals were out of the question -for obvious reasons- and to say he had few friends would be an understatement. His healthy hand combed through unruly dyed locks, and he breathed an exasperated sigh.

On his way back from a local pub he'd been ambushed by some low-tier villains; the irony was not lost on him. To his great misfortune, one of them possessed a paralysis quirk, and despite how he struggled he was helpless as the man rendered him immobile and relieved him of his wallet. Briefly, he had regained control of his fingers and tried to wiggle himself in an attempt to pilot his own body. Upon noticing, one of the three stabbed a saw tooth blade through his hand, before directing his buddies to kick the burnt man into submission.

This would prove to be a fatal mistake.

Once they rounded the corner, the paralysis subsided. Dabi pushed himself up on his uninjured hand and lumbered down the side street, keeping a safe distance until they turned down another secluded alley. His feet dragged as he pushed himself forward, bloodied hand clutched to his chest, white shirt stained with streaks of blood only made more dramatic by the rain. His body was broken and painful, nothing he wasn't used to, and nobody fucks with the Blue Flame.

When his silhouette darkened the alleyway, the group's mouthpiece turned to face him, a sickening smirk spreading across his face. “Oh, you want more?” he scoffed, clearly amused at Dabi’s condition. His gloved hand lifted threateningly. Before he could use his quirk, the corridor was consumed in a cerulean inferno. There was a kind of morbid beauty in the way the rogue villain’s flames danced as they reflected off the rain-soaked brick and mortar walls. Even the trio’s anguished wails didn’t ruin the ambiance, as they were immediately silenced by scorching air tearing through their gasping lungs.

Dabi shuffled painfully to the charred remains, quickly finding his wallet amongst the ashes. He held it up, wobbling it comedically.  

“I knew shelling out on a fireproof one would be a good investment.” he eyed the patches of ash, smirking as they washed away in the rain. Blue Flame’s Cremation left very little in the way of remains. His celebration was cut short as he doubled over in an agonizing fit of coughing. 

Thus, he finds himself in this predicament; supporting his battered body against the wall of some abandoned store, cursing his existence and mulling over his options. 

Finally, a solution comes to him. It’s not ideal since, well, you two would be best described as “Friends with benefits,” but he had no other choice. His decision was made. Luckily, you didn’t live far away, so he began his journey on foot, groaning every few steps at the aches jolting through his muscles. 

~

You almost jump out of your skin when you hear a series of heavy knocks at your door. The new Netflix series you had been waiting for had your full attention, and to say you were startled by the sudden sound would be putting it mildly. You rose from your couch, quickly making your way to the door and checking through the peephole, only to gasp at what you saw. 

“HOLY SHIT-” you exclaimed as you flung open the door. “What the hell happened to you!?” Dabi stood in the hallway of your apartment building, breathing heavily and looking like a drowned cat. Deep crimson painted his shirt and was creeping its way towards his jeans. 

“Hey there (Y/n),” the man grinned, “you wouldn’t happen to have a bandaid lying around?” He laughed to himself and you rolled your eyes, ushering him inside and not bothering to ask him to remove his shoes as you led him to the dining room table. 

“Thanks,” he muttered, grunting when he took a seat. The two of you had been well acquainted for a couple of months. You knew of his reputation, but when you met him one night in a local pub you quickly succumbed to his charm and wit. By the next morning, your opinion of him shifted. You awoke in your apartment, alone, untouched and safely tucked into bed after having way too many drinks. A small letter was left on your bed stand that read, 

“If you want to do that when you’re sober, meet me at the same place next Friday at 8 ;).” 

You took up his invitation and the two of you now spend at least three days a week together, usually wrapped up in the sheets. As far as you’re concerned, his “personal” life is none of your business. Who are you, the morality police? And let’s be honest, the dick is bomb. 

You dig in the cabinets, eventually ending up on your tiptoes as you search for the first aid kit. He chuckles softly and you smile, still sifting through the shelves, “Hey, you can sew that up yourself if you want,” you joked.

“No, no. Please save me, nurse,” Dabi pouted. 

“Getting into trouble again?” You asked, finally remembering where you had placed the kit.

“You know me, I was saving a group of kids from some dastardly villains and they got the drop on me.”

You shook your head and chuckled, “What a hero-” Immediately, you regretted your words. For some reason, every time you mentioned that word in the past, he visibly bristled. He never complained, but it was clear the title ‘hero’ was anything but positive in his eyes.

You turned on your heels, letting out a soft ‘woo” as you brandished the bright red medical kit. He held his hand out for you and you took it gently, turning it to examine the rather serious wound.

“This is really bad,” you grimaced, “I think you should get this looked at by a doctor…”

“Not an option,” he said decisively. You tilted your head and rose your eyebrows as if to say ‘it’s your funeral.’

Dabi hissed when you poured peroxide into the puncture wound, and you winced with a sympathetic groan. “I’m sorry, I know that stings.”

“Don’t worry about it I’ve had worse. Just didn’t expect it,” he adds flatly, holding still while you worked.

“Are you ready?” your tone was concerned as you held up the surgical needle and thread. He nodded and you went about the task of sewing up the injured flesh.

Throughout the entire procedure, he didn’t make a sound. The only signs of his pain were the agitated bouncing of his knee, which you had to ask him to stop a few times so you didn’t give him more holes than he needed.

“All done!” you chirp as you cut off the last suture. You wrapped the hand in gauze and medical tape, allowing him the free movement of his hand; well, as much as the pain would allow.

“Thanks. Was I a good patient?” he grinned at you while flexing his fingers. Dabi looked up at you with half-lidded turquoise eyes. For some reason, it made your heart jump.

“U-Um, yep! Best I’ve had,” you giggled. You returned your supplies to their storage place, sighing as you turned back to see him resting back in the dining room chair. “You should take a shower. You’re a mess.”

“Oh what, you don’t think I’m handsome like this?” he wiggled his eyebrows seductively.

“Yeah, that’s just how I like my men; muddy and bloody. My brother left some clothes here the last time he visited. You're a bit bigger than me but, I think you’re about the same size as him.”

“Gee thanks,” he chuckles, “You sure your brother won’t mind loaning his clothes to the guy you’re fucking?” you punch him playfully on the arm and he laughs as he gets to his feet. “Alright, alright. I’ll go do that.”

“Sounds good. I’ll go ahead and leave the clothes on the chair outside the bathroom.” He nodded a confirmation and made his way upstairs. You click your tongue when you look at the aftermath of his entrance. Muddy footprints and water littered the floor. You went about the task of mopping up the mess until you heard him call down at you.

“Hey, (Y/n)?” he shouted. You left your cleaning tools in the kitchen and made your way up to figure out what he needed.

“You good?” you asked, knocking on the bathroom door. 

“No, actually. Can you come in?” his voice seemed a bit meek which threw you off.

You push open the door and join him in the bathroom. A mop of semi-damp black hair pokes out of the shower curtain. “I can’t bend my arm to get my back. Can you… y’know…” he seemed a bit embarrassed to ask for help. You smiled and nodded, quickly stripping down to join him. The two of you had seen each other naked countless times, but for some reason, as you stepped in, the feeling of his eyes hungrily roving your exposed torso made your heart leap. 

He let out a long, low whistle.

“Hey, keep your eyes to yourself perv!” 

“No can do.”

You reached for the loofah, but before you grab it he shook his head. 

“Not a good idea,” he mumbled, “Staples.” 

“Oh, right.” instead, you soap up your hands, running them in slow, soothing circles along his injured back. You can’t help but appreciate the definition in his muscles as you gently knead the bruised areas of his skin, earning you a low, appreciative groan. 

“Ugh, that feels good,” he mumbled, leaning his head to the side to expose more of his neck to you. Your hands trail up his shoulders and start to massage the aching muscles there. Soft sounds of pleasure escaped him as helping him get clean became an active attempt to soothe his mind and body. “Shit,” he grumbled, turning abruptly and locking eyes with you before slipping his hands around your waist. Butterflies took off in your stomach. What the hell is happening? Why does this feel so different?

His eyes fluttered closed as he leaned close, slanting his lips across yours in a soft kiss. You couldn’t help but moan at the way his unwrapped hand felt gliding up and down your back, drawing small circles that made you moan into his mouth. A nip at your lower lip drew a pleased sigh from you. Long, thin fingers found your hips, tickling up and down them softly, setting your hair on end.

“What’s up with you, huh?” you teased, rubbing your nose against his as you smiled. 

“Not sure,” his voice was gravelly and low and his Adam's apple bobbed with a hard swallow. He seemed caught up in a pleasant high. 

“Ah~” his hands snaked around to grip your ass, smoothing over the supple skin before squeezing tightly and lifting you up into another deep kiss. His tongue slipped between your lips just briefly, dancing with yours as his breathing quickened.

“Mmm,” you hummed, thoroughly enjoying his newfound energy. Dabi was now fully erect, hard cock grinding against your own erection. Soft, rhythmic pants left you as bucked your hips for more friction. His hips moved involuntarily and his fingers dug more firmly into the soft flesh beneath his fingers. Those hands, thought to be so dangerous and menacing to others, trailed feather-light touches across your soaked skin before thumbing your perky nipples. You bit your lip and let out a high pitched moan at the pleasurable jolt as he stroked the sensitive buds.

“Yeah? Feels good doesn’t it sweetheart …” Dabi whispered against your ear, sucking it and dragging his teeth across the shell. 

“Fuck- Yeah,” you swallowed hard, digging your nails into the defined muscles of his back. He groaned against your lips before peppering soft kisses down your jawline, neck, and collar bone, finally stopping when he wrapped his lips around your puckered nipples. His tongue swirled around the erect bud and you whimpered at the sensation. 

“S-Shit, I forgot how good you were with your mouth,” you breathed, tilting your chin to look at his face while he sucked and nibbled. You let out a yelp when he bit down harshly, raising his brow with a dangerous look in his turquoise eyes. 

“Oh? You forgot?” strong arms wrapped around you, lifting you up as he guided your legs around his trim waist.

“This is dangerous!” you shrieked. He laughed, carefully stepping out of the shower with you in his arms.

“I like a little danger,” rough lips claimed yours once more, teeth tugging on your bottom lip and nails dragging down your back, drawing out a moan from you. Neither of you seemed to care about the water as Dabi carried you to your bedroom and tossed you unceremoniously onto the bed. He slotted himself between your thighs, running his uninjured hand up your outer calf and thigh. 

“I love this fucking body,” he growled, fingertips pressed into the muscles of your thighs and he stared, seemingly mesmerized at the sight of your naked body laid out in front of him. “seeing you spread out like this, just for me... it drives me insane.”

His last words felt primal, and before you could process it he mounted you, grabbing your wrists and pinning you firmly to the mattress.  “Look at me,” he commanded. It almost felt like you had no choice with the way your body jolted from the stern tone in his voice. His stare was intense and it sent more heat to your already hard cock, “You’re the first person in a long time that’s treated me with this much kindness.”

You scrunch your brow, completely thrown off by this speech just as things were about to get good. “Shut up and listen.”

“I didn’t say anything jackass,” you quipped. He smirked down at you.

“After tonight, the thought of anyone else touching you like this is pissing me off,” he admitted, absentmindedly brushing your soft skin under his palms.

“Why are you thinking about that?” you asked playfully, grinning up at him and wiggling your hips.

“Because, ” he growled, lowering himself next to your ear, hot breath flooding your neck and setting your hair on end, “ you were so fuckin’ sweet down there that I thought maybe you’d gotten too attached,” he whispered. The assertion would have pissed you off had he not placed a gentle peck under your ear and hummed against your skin, "but then…” Dabi continued, dragging his tongue over your neck and collarbone, drawing out a pleasurable hiss, “ I starting thinking about the next guy that would get to fuck your tight little ass and wondered how it would feel to singe him to pieces.” 

His possessive declaration pulled a moan from your throat. Your hips lifted from the bed as you ground your painfully hard dick against his own. He hummed appreciatively and returned the friction, pushing himself up on his forearms to look down at you, meeting your lust-filled gaze and matching it. 

“You know what that means, don’t you?” he teased. You nodded, heat rising in your cheeks as your toes curled in anticipation.”You’re all fucking mine, now. Say it. ”

“I’m… y-yours,” you sighed, lifting your head up to try and kiss him. He smirked a bit and pulled back, not giving you the contact you wanted and leaving you pouting with a whimper. 

“Damn right you are.” He released your hands in favor of curling them under your thighs, slinging your knees over his shoulder and gripping your quads roughly. His eyes locked on yours and his tongue pressed flush against the base of your cock, giving it one long lick that made you shudder with need. "You need me to suck this cock, baby?"

“Fuck yes Dabi…” you pleaded. He paused for a moment, having a silent debate with himself.

“Call me Touya," he grumbled, pressing his lips under the head of your hard cock.

“What?” You tilted your head, confused by his request.

“That’s my real name. No one else knows it. Don’t say it outside. Now, beg me to use my mouth on you,” his pierced tongue lolls out of his mouth in a lewd display just for you, tickling under the ridge only slightly. Your eyes practically roll back into your skull. The foreplay had you so heated you could barely think straight. 

“Pleaaase, Touya,” you moaned out his name and his cock twitched in response. The way his name rolls off your tongue, so needy and submissive... fuck.

His eyes drifted closed, muscles relaxing with a soft sigh. Turquois orbs locked with yours again, his tongue collecting a bead of precum leaking from your tip before his lips wrapped softly around it, “So fucking good…” he muttered, the head still held gently between his lips. A moan vibrated your length as he enveloped you fully in his wet, warm mouth. 

"Sh-Shit, Touya~" your thighs tensed against his shoulders, he took you completely into his throat and your cock hardened even more from the tightness. Your hips bucked involuntarily, eager for him to move faster. 

He pulled back and you left his mouth with a soft pop. He grunted as he let your legs fall to the bed, quickly placing himself between them.  "Grab the lube," he panted, a little breathless from fucking his throat with your cock. You rolled on your side and rifled through the drawer as quickly as possible, handing the small bottle to him almost too enthusiastically. "My, my, what an eager little boy you are." a sly grin tugged at his features. It didn't take long before his fingers were slick with the substance and his calloused palm was pressing on your inner thigh for access. Lacking the use of one hand, he once again took your twitching length in his mouth, slipping his fingers across your hole and prodding gently. You keened at the contact, doing your best to relax as he prepared you for his cock. Long digits scissored inside you and you let out a choked moan when he toyed with your prostate. His piercing felt incredible rolling around the ridge of your hard dick and you couldn't handle waiting any longer.

"Fuck, come on, give me your dick," you begged, hips lifting off the mattress anxiously, he chuckled with a mouthful and gave his fingers a few more lazy pumps.

"Yeah, you're ready..." he lined himself up with your entrance, rubbing his velvety head against it. You spread yourself for him as he filled you slowly, your mouth gaping as he stretched you. Buried to the hilt, he reached down and began lazily stroking your cock. The extra attention sent your eyes rolling and you couldn't help but let out deep moans of pleasure. "Fuck, you squeeze my dick just right..." he huffed, pumping into you a little faster. Your breathing was heavy and the pressure in your cock built quickly, already close from Dabi's skillful tongue work.

His hips curled to hit right where you needed it and you half-screamed half-moaned as he worked it harder, stroking you loosely as he did. “You’re so fucking hot like this,” he growled. Hungry lips pressed to yours in a sloppy, demanding kiss. His teeth found your lower lip and bit down, another growl rumbling in his chest when you cried out for him. 

“Gonna be a good boy and cum for me?” he asked in a smooth, low voice between heavy breaths. You nodded frantically, earning you a snarled reply, “Fuck yeah you are,” It was becoming too much. Sweat formed on your forehead and his; he'd never shown this much intensity and he was putting forth extra effort to fuck you raw. Your hands flew down to press against his abs, trying to relieve some of the agonizing pressure, only to have it gripped and pushed away.

“Don’t you dare.”

“It’s too - ah - sensitive.”

“Aww... Is it too good sweetheart?” he purred, you mumbled a needy mhm and he pounded into you even harder, wrapping his hand around your weeping cock again and stroking with more vigor. “Good. Fucking scream for me. I want everyone in this building to know who this fucking hole belongs to."

That was all it took for you to scream out his name one last time, the pressure in your cock finally releasing as you painted your stomach and his hand in thick ropes of cum. He grit his teeth hard, your body seemed to pulse with tingling heat as you twitched and throbbed around him. Your soft walls massaged his dick too well, and he couldn't stop from spilling over the edge, drilling you relentlessly and overstimulating your painfully sensitive ass.

“So… fucking tight,” he choked out the words. A few more deep thrusts and you felt him throb inside you, heat pooling in your well-used ass and a wave of satisfaction washing over you. His movements slowed, then stopped. He held himself inside you. Appreciating how the sweat made your skin seem to shimmer under the low light. Carefully he withdrew, sighing when he turned over and flopped on his back with a satisfying thud.

His arm slid under your neck and he pulled you onto his chest. Fingers ghosted up and down your arms, causing goosebumps to pebble on your flesh. A soft chuckle escaped him when he felt it. “Good?” the bass in his voice vibrated on your cheek and you couldn’t help but swoon.

“Mhmmm.”

Dabi continued his gentle caresses as the two of you sat in silence for a while. “You know,” he finally spoke, “I meant what I said.” 

In your haze you almost didn’t know what he was talking about, but when it clicked your eyes went wide. That wasn’t just a lust-fueled confession? You wanted to squeal with delight but you kept calm, smirking and tracing circles on the skin between his staples. “My, my Touya, ” his breathing hitched and he wrapped his arm around you a little more tightly, “don’t tell me you caught feelings?”

He chuckled, planting an affectionate kiss on your head. 

“Maybe a little. Let’s spend more time together doing something other than hooking up; not that I want that to end,” he smirked and gave your bicep a playful squeeze. 

“Alright. I can deal with that,” you were giddy but you didn’t show it. Opting instead to bask in his new found affections. “Wanna stay here tonight?” 

His free hand carded through his hair and his eyes fixed on the ceiling, “You sure that’s alright?” 

“Of course. You don’t need to be out there with your hand like that.” 

He bent his neck to look down at you, a mischievous grin pulling at his features, “Looks like my plan worked.” 

You laughed, playfully punching his chest and he gave an exaggerated ‘oof.’

“Hah, I bet there's no hot water now... and we need to get you cleaned up,” he mused.

"We'll go in a bit, for now just turn off the water," you sighed.

He chuckled, sliding out from under you. 

He did as he promised and turned off the shower, returning quickly and moved you back to rest on his chest.

Eventually, the two of you did clean up, returning to the bed right after, kissing and cuddling as you drifted off to sleep. This was the first time you’d spent the night in such an intimate embrace. The way he held you felt new: greedy, protective, and… affectionate. The pair of you drifted off into a fitful sleep; the best he had in a long, long time. 

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Small droplets of rain tickled your exposed skin. The costume you wore might not be the most practical, but man, did you look stunning in it. Not only was the scarce fabric appealing, but it was also necessary for the use of your quirk.  Exposing your skin allowed you light control over those who laid eyes on it. Although you couldn’t do more than make victims kneel, sit, lay down, or be still, in your line of work, that was all you needed. Since your quirk can affect up to 4 people, bank-robbing was a cinch. Nothing makes civilians hit the deck faster than seeing trained security guards or police bend to your will.

Normally, no heroes had time, or rather, cared enough to interrupt you during jobs, leaving you plenty of freedom to saunter off behind the bank counter, fill up a few bags with cash, and slip out the back door. It was as easy as one, two, three.

Well, it was. Until that asshole showed up. 

Why on EARTH would Endeavor of all people be in this district? The odds were astronomical. 

You watched the back of his big, dumb, head as he dragged you along like a mule, hands tied in a hastily crafted bind made of rope and quirk canceling handcuffs. It could’ve been enjoyable, watching the muscles of his back ripple under the skin, his fantastic ass working the hell out of his skin-tight costume, and the beautiful flames flickering from his body.  

It might have been enjoyable if he hadn’t humiliated you.

Not only did this dickhead interrupt your job, upon capturing you he called you something along the lines of a “Shameless harlot.” Now you could only enjoy the thought of crushing his presumably massive balls (he’d have to have some serious jewels to say that shit to you) under your boot.

Unfortunately, in your current state, all you could do was fuck with him a little.

“You seem tense, Endeavor.”

The beast of a man ignored you, eyes trained ahead on the alleyway. This was the fastest route to the police station. You know because you scoped it out beforehand.

“I think someone needs to get laid,” you taunted, a Cheshire Cat grin splitting your pretty face.

Up to that point he’d been seemingly immune to your taunts, but this time you must have struck a nerve. Enji whirled suddenly, causing you to stiffen in surprise. His massive chest made contact with your chin and you peered up at him, maintaining a smug grin all the while, despite your trepidation. 

You might be cocky, but you’re not stupid. God only knows how much it would hurt to be at the receiving end of Endeavor’s Hellflame.

For a moment the man only glowered, brows furrowed and jaw clenched as his aquamarine orbs bore into you. After what felt like ages he broke his stare, tugging roughly on the cuffs digging uncomfortably into your wrists as he took off at a brisk pace.

“I should carry duct tape to deal with obnoxious villains like you,” he seethed, now keenly focused on his destination.

“OOO, I knew you were kinky,” you snickered, now finally getting the reaction you wanted and your urge to torment only grew.

“Just like fucking Midnight,” Enji muttered to himself, digging in his pockets for something; presumably his phone.

“Did you say Midnight?” You perked up, a slight blush tinging your cheeks. You almost swooned as you tilted your head back, sighing up at the grey and cloudy sky, “Isn’t she just wonderful? It’s too bad really, her taking the hero route and all. We could’ve been great friends.” 

He resumed his steady pace, no longer acknowledge you. But that didn’t stop you from goading him further. 

“I can’t believe you’d pay me such a compliment,” you teased, voice lowering in a playful coo, “such a good boy.”

To your surprise, the hero froze in his tracks. 

What’s this? Intrigued you quirked a brow, deciding to test the waters.

“Something wrong, baby?” Enji cursed under his breath, turning to the side just enough for you to see him grind his chiseled jaw. One eye flicked to your handcuffs and you giggled softly, holding them up with a playful wiggle.

“They’re still on, cutie. You must be falling for my natural charm.” 

He rolled his eyes, moving forward again, but now you had an idea. It was obvious this guy was sexually frustrated, although you couldn’t imagine how. Surely every woman from here to Hong Kong wanted to bounce on this Goliath’s dick, but you weren’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. 

“You know, I’m not all bad,” you purred, batting your lashes, “and to be honest, the thrill of a job like that really lights my fire,” he chuckled once at your pun, “I won’t lie, you’re just my type: handsome, huge and powerful.”

This time you didn’t get a reaction. Weird. You were confident stroking his ego would soften him up a bit. Why hadn’t it worked? 

Unless. 

You decided to try a new approach.

“Seeing a big strong guy like you,” your eyes darkened, head tilting as you flashed a devious smirk, “makes me wanna bring you to your knees.” 

“Shit.”

His voice was practically a whimper! You cackled at the way his breath hitched and body went rigid, and you pressed the advantage.

“Ohoho, is it possible that the big, bad Endeavor wants to be bossed around a little?” 

A low growl rumbled in his throat and each bicep twitched. This guy was so on edge you could practically see the steam billowing out of his ears. Just a bit more and you could have him wrapped around your finger. 

“Would it really be so bad?” you mused pleasantly, “I didn’t even get the money, and it’s not like I’m a big-time villain. Hell, you wouldn’t have lifted a finger if you’d been a bit further away.” You could tell he was weighing his options. One hand gripping the rope while the other settled on his hip. 

Shit, you couldn’t believe the luck. This horny bastard was so desperate for relief he was falling for it.

It was time for the killing blow.

“I’ll tell you what, I won’t even ask to have my handcuffs taken off. Let’s play a little, Endeavor, If you’re a good boy I’ll give you a nice reward.” 

With a couple colorful curses and a growl, the hero closed in on you, lifting you by the waist and quickly encouraging your legs to wrap around him. A squeal escaped you as he carried you to the nearest wall, planting your back firmly against the dusty brick. 

“You sure have a fucking mouth on you,” he seethed, handsome face contorted in a scowl. 

A soft pout pulled at your lip and you met the aggression with fake sympathy, “Aww, did I get you all worked up? Baby, you have no idea what a fucking mouth I have.”

It didn’t even really make sense, but the firey hero still groaned through clenched teeth, eyes clamped shut in a fruitless attempt to compose himself. His beard extinguished, granting you reprieve from the nearly unbearable heat. 

With his eyes closed, you grabbed his chin with two fingers, pulling him into a hungry kiss. For a moment, it was all teeth and tongue; mouths fighting for dominance in a heated embrace. 

He grunted when you pulled away, chasing your tongue, only to be denied when you turned your head. 

“What the fuck~”

“Tsk tsk,  naughty boy. You picked me up without permission. How rude of you “hero,’” you kept looking into the distance, brows tilted and lips puckered slightly before turned to him with a stern look, ”put me down. Now.”

Enji contemplated for a moment but ultimately decided to set you on your feet, leaning back to cross his arms impatiently as he did.

“Good boy.” 

The praise made him shudder, lids drifting shut as a soft moan escaped him. Your eyes darted to the very prominent bulge growing in his costume. God damn, it really did frame things perfectly. 

“Alright handsome. Go ahead, show it to me…” you commanded, brow tilting with a nod towards his erection. To your surprise, he didn’t miss a beat.

Piercing turquoise eyes locked on yours, a slight grin unthreading as he freed himself through a hidden slit in the suit. You almost cackled in hedonistic glee when it sprang to attention.

“Holy FUCK you’re big!” you squealed in delight. Looking around the alleyway you gaze fell upon a large storage box. You decided it would do as a temporary throne. You approached at a soft strut, sitting comfortably with legs crossed. Elbows dropped to your knees and your chin perched on folded hands as you looked up to him, expression darkening as the rush of control started to take over.  “Stroke it.”

He scoffed, defying you for the first time since this started. “If you want it, get over here and do it yourself.”

A jolt of pleasurable rage bolted to your core. 

“I’m not fucking touching you,” your eyes narrowed, “You think I’d give you the fucking gift of my hand after the shit you put me through? Not a chance. Give me what I want or playtime’s over.”

The authoritative tone of your voice sent a shiver up his spine, reducing the behemoth of a man to a puddle of need. An urge to protest bubbled inside him, but he couldn’t bring himself to deny you. Fuck, what was he doing!?

Enji’s large hand drifted down, wrapping loosely around his girthy cock and giving it a few slow pumps. You hummed in approval, leaning back with cuffed hands between your legs while you enjoyed the show. 

“I didn’t tell you to stop. Keep going.” 

The hero’s eyes rolled back in his head with a moan. His hand gripped tighter, gliding effortlessly up and down the velvety shaft. To your surprise, you rubbed your thighs together, enjoying the pleasant tingly accompanying the gentle friction. 

With a mischievous smile, you spread your legs, revealing your panties to the man pleasuring himself before you. 

“Is this what you want? You got me all wet…” your cuffed hands slipped between your legs, rubbing gently against your clothed slit. “ I don’t think I asked for a mess. You gonna come clean it up for me?”

He cursed softly and stroked himself with more vigor, eyes never leaving the sopping fabric between your legs. His cheeks flushed with arousal and chest heaving, the pro gave you a needy look and your heart jumped in your throat.

“Oh fuck. Good boy,” you faltered. How the hell could this asshole pull at your heartstrings? You shook your head quickly, snapping back to reality and regaining self-control. “Stop touching yourself.”

With a hiss Enji obeyed. Removing his hand and running it through his hair in frustration.

“You must really want this, huh?” delicately you pulled the fabric aside, revealing your wet folds to the borderline ravenous man in front of you. 

“God DAMMIT!” the hero growled, losing his composure and closing the gap between you. The thought of sinking into your tight hole had him dizzy with desperation. Reflexively your legs clamped shut, and you locked him in a demanding gaze.

“Get on your fucking knees.” 

A thud rang through the alleyway as his knees hit the pavement. You blinked rapidly to make sure you weren’t hallucinating. Endeavor, the number one hero, hater of all villains, was at your feet, looking up at you like a fucking queen. For a moment, you soaked up his expression. There was no anger, malice, irritation, just pure, unending need. 

This wasn’t what you had planned. You’d only wanted to use his arousal to get yourself free. But fuck, the way he fit so perfectly at your feet, crumbling and eager to please you had your mind screaming for more. 

“Take my panties off.” 

A soft moan escaped your throat as his gloved hands reached up your thighs, those intense, lust-blow eyes never leaving yours for even a second. He gently slipped them over each booted foot, crumpling them in his hand as he waiting for your next instruction. 

“Put them in your mouth.”

“Excuse me?” he almost laughed, but you were far from joking. 

“You heard me. Do it.” 

A lewd groan poured from Enji’s throat, his shakey hand coming up to press the linen between his lips, followed shortly by a muffled moan.

You bit your lip, intoxicated by his eager submission. This was not at all how you expected Endeavor to behave. 

Holy fuck. He was driving you insane.

You spread your legs and the hero whimpered softly, eyes fixed on the beautiful pink flesh. 

“Make me feel good, Endeavor.” 

Muffled words emanated from the makeshift gag. You moaned at the obedience, relishing in the way he avoided disobeying. 

Both cuffed hands reached forward and you pulled the garment from his mouth.

“What were you saying?” you asked, flicking your panties off to the side.

“Enji. Please call me Enji.”

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUCK. You weren’t sure how much more of this you could take. The urge to make him fuck you against the wall was growing every second. Just the size had your mouth watering. You could practically feel it stretching you, firm and steady while you cum around him over, and over again.

“Touch my pussy, Enji.”

The hero quickly rid himself of his gauntlet, freeing up one large hand. He reached between your folds, slipping one finger up and down your soaked slit while he bit his lip in awe. Your back arched off the brickwork, giving him permission to continue.

Two thick fingers found your entrance, filling you slowly. You couldn’t help but gasp when your nerves activated. His movements started slow, burying them all the way to the knuckle before pulling back again, gently and thoroughly massaging your inner walls.

“Fuck… that feels good.” You sighed, shaking slightly at the pleasure, “Use your tongue more. Ah~”

“You’re so tight… ,” he whispered, enthralled by the way your body writhed beneath his touch. Without instruction Enji leaned forward, unable to stop himself from trying to enhance the pleasure. You didn’t stop him, allowing his lips to wrap around your clit and you cried out his name when his tongue circled the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“F-Fuck. R-Right there! Don’t you fucking stop!” 

He took your word as law, increasing the speed of his tongue as he flicked the warm muscle back and forth, stimulating you almost too well. The pleasure bordered on agony as your hips rutted against him. Without warning he withdrew his hand, slipping one under each thigh and lifting you against the wall before slinging a thigh over each shoulder and burying his mouth in your folds.

Muffled moans vibrated against your cunt as he continued to lick you out.

“You taste so fucking good,” he grumbled, not wanting to pull his mouth from your soaked pussy for even a second. When you started to ride his face, grinding against his tongue and gripping his hair roughly, he did something that blew your mind.

“OH SHIT. Y-You can make your tongue -ah!- h-hot?”

You practically melted, walls quivering around his thick fingers while you rubbed your clit against his warm tongue. The temperature sent blood rushing between your legs, increasing the pleasure exponentially. 

“Fuck, baby! I’m cumming!” 

The hero growled against your pussy, sucking your clit and pressing his fingers against the spot that made you see stars. Your walls clamped hard and fluttered around him, earning you pleasing moans while he lapped at your juices. Your movements became jerky as gave soothing kitten licks to the sensitive area, finally pulling back when you told him it was too much.

The hero sat you down, keeping one strong arm around your shakey frame as you rested against him. For a moment the two of you sat in silence, the only sound your ragged breathing and sighs of content. You couldn’t help but nuzzle against him affectionately, a pleasant fuzzy cocktail flooding your brain.

“You know,” you muttered, grinning against his chest as you basked in the afterglow, “I planned to give you blue balls,” 

 Enji chuckled, running an ungloved hand through his hair before pulling it back around you. “Well, It’s not like I got off. But I’m not complaining.” 

“What are you-”

Enji reached over, releasing you from the handcuffs and giving you full use of your quirk.

“You didn’t hurt anyone.” he reasoned, rubbing indents in your wrist left by the handcuffs, “Heck. You didn’t even get the cash.” 

A cocky smirk pulled at his lips and you reached out, grabbing the collar of his costume before pulling him closer. 

“Wipe that smug look off your face,” you warned with a tone that demanded obedience, “Don’t forget you were whimpering like a little bitch not moments ago.”

His expression softened immediately, need returning and the same rosy flush spreading over his cheeks. As you leaned in to kiss him, a strange sound rang out from overhead. The two of you turned to see some kind of fabric flash from one rooftop to another above the alleyway. A man landed on his feet towards the mouth of the corridor, fabric wielded like a bola as he eyed the two of you skeptically. 

“Endeavor?” The man asked, tilting his head in disbelief. Long ribbons of black hair flowed around his shoulders, fluttering slightly in the breeze. You knew this man; he was another pro hero, Eraserhead.

“Oh fuck.” Enji cursed,  tucking himself away quickly and finding his feet. Before he could answer his comrade, however,  the other hero rappeled to the rooftop once again.

“What are you-”

“I don’t get paid enough.” the raven-haired man declared, disappearing over the brick wall without a trace. 

Endeavor sighed, bringing a calloused palm to rub his forehead. “Well,” he said, already dreading the awkward conversation he was sure to have later, “Look, I suggest you… find a new profession.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you found your feet. Ah yes, this is exactly what you wanted. Some pro thinking he had the right to try and “fix” you just because you rode his face a little. He wasn’t done though. 

 “One day you might get hurt and…” you quirked a brow, curious at his tone. It was solemn and threaded with concern, “that… wouldn’t be ideal.”

He was… worried?

The bulky pro checked himself over, ensuring his costume didn’t seem disheveled before turning to leave. He’d have to come up with some excuse for how a small-time bank robber managed to slip from his grasp.

“Excuse me,” you added, stopping Enji in his tracks, “I didn’t say I was done with you yet.”