𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ➣ Dabi

plans have changed-LEMON(ish)

"That sounded very convincing," Touya says, backing you up against a wall and removing your jacket, or rather, Todoroki's jacket.

"I've been practicing," you murmur.

He smirks, his lips gently pressing a kiss against your neck, making your shiver and gasp. "Oh yeah?"

"Mhm."

"Could've fooled me," he says in between each kiss he places along your neck, his hands tugging on your waist, forcing you closer to him while he simultaneously pins you against the wall.

You let him kiss you for a moment. You let his tongue invade your mouth and you let his lips dance with yours. He doesn't hold back from the kiss. He bruises your lips, and probably your hips with the way he grips at them. But you eventually pull away, to which he strongly disagrees, and a part of you does too, however, this escape he gave you wasn't planned. Is it permanent? Was it just because Touya missed you? Either way you're fine with. It gives you a moment to breathe and stop worrying about how you look. Touya's made it very clear he loves every part of you. And you've made it very clear that you love every part of him.

"Touya."

"Hm?"

"What's going on? Is something wrong?"

His tongue licks your neck before his lips latch on and he sucks, your eyelids fluttering shut, your lips parting softly. "Why would something be wrong?" he says when he's done. In the meantime, his hands travel along your body, one hand tracing idle circles on your exposed stomach, the other kneading at your ass, pulling your closer.

"You. . . you brought me here," you stutter, trying to catch your breath.

"Mhm. I did."

"Why?"

"Plans changed, Mouse. You're coming home sooner than planned." You almost whine when his lips leave your neck but his thumb brushing along your bottom lip shushes you. That and the news. What does he mean plans have changed? "We attack in two days."

"But we don't have enough evidence against Endeavor," you say. "We can't attack in two days."

"We can and we will. Besides, we've always had enough evidence to kill Endeavor."

You frown, your fingers playing with the top of his white t-shirt. "We have?"

"Baby," he purrs in your ear. "I'm walking proof."

Widened eyes, your lips form in the word "Oh" but you don't say anything. Instead, you pull back to look him in the eyes. "Do I have to go back then?"

This time, he frowns. "Unfortunately, yes. You're our only way to get into UA and attack."

Your chest tightens and you drop your gaze from his. Sure, it's only two days, but that's another two days you have to deal with Hawks and Endeavor. Haven't you had enough? You just want it to end. That's all. You want to be with Touya.

The touch of his finger underneath your chin makes you lift your head back up. His eyes are soft now, so is his touch. "It'll be okay," he murmurs. "It's only two days."

You nod in understanding, but that doesn't mean you like it. You'll deal with it however. In two days, you'll be back with the League. Two days. Just two days. What could go wrong in two days?

Taking this chance to look around the room, you realize you aren't anywhere familiar. You're in a bedroom, a nice bedroom at that, with a black interior, and a balcony in front of you, looking out of the city with glass doors covering it. To your left is a clear closet, filled with expensive looking clothing and shoes. Not much but more than you've ever had. To your right is the bed, with two black nightstands on either side holding lamps and one with a clock. Above it is a painting of all sorts of colors. Mostly red and black but with mixes of turquoise and violet in there. Behind you and to the right is a door leading into an expensive looking bathroom with pretty looking soaps, an all-glass shower, and soft towels. You're completely in awe, you hadn't notice Touya took his jacket and shirt off.

"Where are we?" you ask, letting him pull you towards the bed.

"My place."

Your jaw drops and you shake your head. "Then why do you sleep at the base and not here?"

He shrugs. "Believe it or not, I get lonely. Those dumbasses keep me company."

No way he really owns this place. He had to have stolen it. Identity theft? Maybe the owner is out of town for a moment? That seems reasonable. Right?

"You don't believe me," he says.

"How did you get this place?"

At this, he smiles mischievously, his hands toying with the zipper on the front of your suit. "Endeavor's money gave it to me."

"Really?"

He nods. "I stole his credit card, bought the place, then gave it back. He's rich enough that he doesn't notice several hundred yen missing each month. Or if he does, he's not smart enough to cancel his card. Dumb bastard."

"Why didn't you bring me here before?" you ask.

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"I was able to fuck you elsewhere," he replies coolly, finally unzipping your suit and tugging it down.

The blood floods to your cheeks and you stutter out words as he lays you back on the bed and removes your shoes too. You lay completely bare beneath him, your face hot, your body beginning to quiver. His eyes, filled with lust, travel down your torso to the apex of your thighs, where he runs a finger in you, teasing your sweet spots.

"Mmm," he hums. "I'll make you feel good. But first, I have to do something." You frown when his finger leaves you and you go to tug him back but he's too fast. Instead, he picks up your suit, playing with the yellow latex. The next second, it's up in flames, melting beneath his fingertips for a few seconds. When he's done, he drops into a large bin near the bed. It must've been filled with water because it splashes and immediately starts smoking from the temperature change.

He removes his pants, staying in his boxers as he climbs on top of you, licking your neck. "If the heroes put you in a costume like that again, I'll tear their fucking hearts out."

"You didn't think I looked good?" you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Now I never said that. You looked so fucking good out there. My fucking baby," he hums slowly. "So fucking sexy."

His hands knead at your breast, pinching your nipple and teasing you. You pant through your nose while tugging on his hair, lifting your hips to beg for more but being denied by him.

"Ah ah. Patience is virtue, Mouse. We'll get there. But I got to tie you up first."

You gasp, your body aching and wanting him, wanting him so desperately. "Touya," you whine.

"What's our safe word, baby?" He pulls out a box from under his bed, grabbing handcuffs with chains attached to them.

"Peaches."

"Good girl. And you know when to use it?"

"When it hurts too much and I can't take it."

"Good girl," he growls. "That's my baby. Now roll over. I don't want to wait anymore."  

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