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somnophilia | breath play | possessive marking
f!Reader / modern!Dabi | Todoroki Touya
You all knew perfectly well that after this summer and this job, you'd most likely never see each other again. Especially those who were from small towns, not from bustling Musutafu. So that's probably why you weren't worried when you started dating this loud and... somewhat strange guy. And the atmosphere was endlessly conducive. Gatherings around the campfire when the day shift ended, booze that the guys dragged from nearby stores. Touya's smile and absolute charm, who seemed capable of winning anyone's attention. If he wanted to, of course.
That night you'd all gotten somewhat drunk. Fortunately, the next day there was nothing serious to worry about — just a standard schedule day at the camp. Your charges were asleep, and you and Touya had crashed in one of the counselors' cabins, not giving a damn about who was supposed to sleep where. You passed out almost immediately, but apparently Todoroki wasn't so easily taken down by alcohol and sleep. Especially since the warm female body in his arms motivated him more toward other adventures.
— Always such a cutie when you sleep?
— Mm, go... to hell...
— Told you.
He nuzzled his nose into your hair, inhaling the smell of campfire, cheap whiskey, and chamomile. You'd brought your favorite shampoo with you, and he loved that like crazy. The guy's hands immediately began wandering over your sleepy body, finding their way under your t-shirt in an instant. Touya wasn't used to holding back impulses, especially since he didn't know how much time you had before the others decided it was time to end the drinking. His hips pressed against yours, with one free hand he pulled your butt closer, grinding against you.
Your consciousness didn't want to break out of the sleep it had just fallen into. Todoroki's movements felt like something warm, enveloping, but absolutely not preventing you from trying to bury yourself back into the pillow. Which only egged the guy on more. He pressed his lanky body onto your figure, pushing you harder into the mattress, face into the pillow, while still pressing his hips to yours.
— Shh, I'll take care of everything, don't worry, sleep, sweetie.
His fingers — always so hot — traced your body under the t-shirt, from the lower belly to the chest, squeezing the roundness for a couple of seconds, playing with the nipple. He undid his own jeans, not planning to pull them down too much, fortunately you were just in a skirt anyway.
— Easier in the heat, blah-blah, you just like it when I can easily get where I need to...
The guy almost purred when his fingers closed somewhere on your neck. Not hard, he was testing the boundaries of what was allowed. The light pressure made your mind, barely awakened, fall back into sleep. Your lips let out something unintelligible. But it felt good... From this grip, his movements against the line of your crotch became even sweeter somehow, though the sensation was tingly at the fingertips. Touya quickly found your underwear, not bothering to even fully remove it from you, just pulling it aside and starting to massage the sensitive folds with his fingers, sometimes touching the clit, in those moments squeezing his hand on your throat harder, which turned him on even more. Complete power over such a tender body, trembling in half-slumber.
His own arousal was already noticeable, aching, so he pulled down his underwear, pressing against your sex harder. You felt him bite your earlobe, one of your legs twitched, but he immediately caught your hips, rolling back more onto his side, pulling your body right onto his cock. He thrust, groaning dully into the neck that smelled of chamomile, and immediately bit hard under your ear. He thrust even deeper right away, caring little about rhythm. Right now this was pure impulse, in which he sought sensations of trembling, his own drowsiness that he was catching from you, and bliss. But the white-haired guy didn't loosen his fingers, adding a wet hickey right on your neck. This was reckless, hiding such marks in the summer heat would be very difficult, but Todoroki didn't care much — tomorrow he'd be proud that everyone could see what kind of idiot you were dating.
His movements became sharper, he finally entered all the way and, having fully coated his length with your slick, began moving jerkily and roughly. With his fingers he kept caressing you between your legs, squeezing your throat until the sensations became too overwhelming. Breaking through from the state of "is this a dream or reality" was impossible. But your body didn't care, unable to tense up enough, it relaxed perfectly. And release came quickly, strangely drawn-out, making Touya hiss through his teeth, abruptly pulling out of your tender core, coming, grinding between your buttocks.
— Damn-damn... Well, at least not inside... okay, I hope you don't strangle me tomorrow. Well, technically I was strangling you, so we're even in advance.
He snorted self-deprecatingly and hoarsely, nuzzling his nose into skin covered with hickeys. He didn't even bother to find tissues, letting the fabric of your clothes absorb everything, pulling your underwear and skirt back on you.
— Mmf, what... what even...
— Sleep, sweetie, everything's fine, tomorrow, — he yawned, settling more comfortably, — we'll figure it out.