Deal with the Gilded Devil

Chapter 1

[I have a little surprise for all my patient followers! Just a quick filthy fic for an AU Dabi. Set in a family-business biker gang setting (because I wanna rewatch SoA) where only two generations of quirks exist. This is my first attempt at a '(character) x You' format rather than a third-person reader insert, and IF THERE'S ENOUGH INTEREST I *hope* to add a few chapters to it as a random side project while I explore writing with that method. You'll find out more about the situation and your quirk as we go, because it's more fun to start in the middle of the story to get straight to the smut, right? Tags: Dub con, consensual kink, rough oral, non-con touching/licking, stalker kink, brat taming. Sorry if this AU is common, hope you still enjoy! Artist credit: @cryopodsq]

"Say 'ah,'" that sadistic grin disappeared, opening his mouth and lolling his tongue out suggestively with the expectation you'd follow suit. But when you hesitated, your eyes wide and fixed on the silver piercing glinting, Dabi's fingers dug painfully into your cheeks to force your lips apart. "Say. 'Ah.'" He ground out the words this time, all manner of amusement drained from his expression and tone, yanking your face closer. Your gasp tapered to a pathetic whine at the jolt, your neck craning with a twinging ache, but you finally obeyed.

Dabi's gaze snagged, eyeing that sweet little pink tongue with almost-startled awe, his jaw slackening and inhale sharp. Before his change in demeanor could fully register, his gaze turned hungry, darkening his features until he looked positively predatory. Your eyes followed his left hand, hearing the familiar sound of his leather studded belt unbuckling and shift of a zipper and fabric being hastily maneuvered until he was palming his way up and down an impossibly thick cock.

Trying to refuse the blush threatening to darken your cheeks was no use – it was a shock to the system each time, especially considering the row of barbell piercings that made a ladder halfway up the underside of his shaft. The one through the fat tip was an obvious assumption, you thought to yourself as saliva began to wet your mouth and tongue like some twisted pavlovian response. The row going topside, though...that one piqued your interest the most, especially after so many threats to bury his cock into you and let you grind your clit into relief against the piercings going part ways through the tidy curls that extended to his navel. The cut of muscle there was enough to make your mouth water even if the sight of his length hadn't already gotten the job done.

Dabi's brow dipped in concentration, tipping his cock down to drag the crown of it down the center of your tongue, leaving a hot sticky stripe of precum dribbling across it. "Lick," he ordered, the word heavy on his lips like his own tongue was too thick to form the sounds.

Mm, that *was* the deal, wasn't it? He kept you safe in exchange for a touch of sweetness from your lips. You leaned forward, shuffling closer on your knees, your hands ascending to rest on his hips. His hand fell from your chin in response, opting to fist a swath of your hair instead.

Your eyes raked up, giving him that little doe-eyed stare that sometimes made his cheeks tinge pink before making your tongue wide and flat, gliding it up and down from the base of his member all the way to the very tip until it was glistening as much as the studs that practically gilded him. He drew in a choked breath but held your gaze, no hint of that curious flush, just pure need. "Be a good girl," he murmured wretchedly, knowing you *hated* the sentiment, his blue eyes flashing dangerously when your innocent look turned into a haughty glare. Dabi's fingers immediately knotted against your scalp so tight you winced, your lips parting further with a soundless cry.

Soundless only because he took the opportunity to snap his hips forward, grunting when your mouth and throat still yielded for him despite the sudden intrusion. "Hold still," he cooed mockingly, a smirk twisting his pierced lip until a pronounced canine peeked out. Ah, another round of hate-fucking your mouth, you thought dryly from behind pinpricks of tears forming at the corners of your eyes – ones you would never, ever let fall even when practically choking on his cock, loathe to give him the satisfaction.