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“There’s never enough TLC with you three, always hardcore fucking.”
“Himiko…what?”
“Y’know like TLC? Tender loving care?”
You sighed and prayed that they would quit hotboxing your room.
“Please leave,” you tried.
“Not now Sugarplum, can’t you see me, Tenko, and Himiko are having a conversation? Show some restraint,” the ever breathing shitbag Dabi responded. Rolling your eyes, you shoved him aside and sat down on your bed.
“See? No T, L, or C,” she huffed.
“Touya has issues with affection,” Shigaraki grinned and finally let go of the blunt.
“So do you, daddy and mommy issues too,” Dabi grumbled as he snatched said blunt.
“Wait, we all have mommy and daddy issues!”
Toga’s eardrum bursting laughter filled the room. You quietly regretted all the bad decisions you made that led you here. Ever since Toga got evicted from her apartment your room has been their base of operations. That meant that they held their little smoke sessions in your room. Why? Dabi insisted. And by ‘insisted’ Dabi and Shigaraki fucked you damn near dead the entire weekend.
“You guys are always having sex, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you three cuddle or something,” Toga snorted.
“You caught us once,” Shigaraki defended, “-you don’t know what we do.”
“Correction, I’ve caught you guys wayy more than once. You two are physically incapable of showing any other type of affection. She’ll leave you soon y’know?”
“You’ve caught us more than once, what-”
You felt Dabi snake his arm around your waist.
“No she won’t, tell her you won’t leave us,” he insisted.
You gave him the driest look you could muster.
“-It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen you guys screwing, you need to take her out on a date or do something that isn’t just breeding,” Toga wisely said.
“I’m not going to admit that you have a point. But it’s not like little miss sunshine here is the incarnate of affection either.”
“Well guys are s’posed to initiate that kind of stuff anyways, Tenko!”
“Yeah let’s stop arguing,” you decided to butt in, “-I have work tomorrow, pack it up.”
“Call in sick baby,” Dabi nuzzled his face into your neck.
“For what? It’s not like you pay us any rent.”
“Me ‘n Tenko are gonna TLC the fuck out of you so you won’t leave us.”
“You and what money?”
“I work,” Shigaraki reminded the group.
“Gaming is not a real profession,” Toga giggled.
“Neither is ogling that Deku brat.”
“Oh don’t be like that, Izuku’s great! And I don’t ogle him, I ogle Ochako.”
“Enough of that, Tenko take us out to dinner with your gamer money.”
“Why would I take you ?”
Dabi had the gall to look hurt, “I’m your boyfriend.”
“I’ll take us out to dinner,” you proposed, to which the three of them shot down almost immediately.
“Silly, the point is that these idiots are supposed to woo you .”
“Exactly, take tomorrow off and we’ll woo you.”
“I’m not taking tomorrow off,” the only way you’d give in to Dabi is through his dick.
“Please? We want to prove Himiko wrong,” Shigaraki asked softly.
Dear god, he made your knees weak.
“O-okay then.”
“This means you guys can’t fuck like bunnies tomorrow.”
“ WHAT ?! This is preposterous!”
“Touya, what part of Loving and Caring do you not understand?!”
“We make love and care for her through sex! It’s true.”
“This entire conversation has been about you guys not having sex.”
“Where’d you even learn that word?”
Dabi turned to you, desperate, “You can feel our love right? When we fuck?”
How do you even respond to that? Luckily your roommate came to the rescue, knocking at your door rather loudly. At Dabi’s yell of ‘ what’ she opened the door hesitantly.
“Hey uhm these two guys uh Spinner and T-twice? They’re here for you.”
Ahh two others from this idiot group. Toga jumped up in excitement.
“Jin’s here! I’ll be back guys,” she sprinted past your roommate.
You hoped that they’d come to take these fools away. Unfortunately for you they joined you on your bed (that you so badly wanted for yourself) and proceeded to throw the equivalent of a rave inside your poor, abused room.
You ended up taking the couch that night, tired, cold, and worn out.
-1-
By morning you really did feel sick, your boss letting you off the hook ‘this time’. What an old bastard. You didn’t even want to get off the couch, no matter how much your back protested in pain. Snuggling into your pillow and burying back under your blanket, you sighed at the smell of pancakes. You certainly needed the day off. Someone poked your cheek harshly.
“Wakey wakey Buttercup. Tenko’s making pancakes.”
Swatting Dabi away you tried to burrow deeper into the couch. Sleep first, pancakes can wait.
“Nuh uh it’s time to get up lazy woman, it’s already 1pm.”
Begrudgingly you sat up, turning to face Dabi.
“Stop frowning at me, you’re gonna get wrinkles,” he poked your cheek again, “And you’re welcome for the blanket.”
Knowingly, you raised an eyebrow, “Did Toga make you give it to me?”
“Yes,” Shigaraki smacked Dabi with a spatula, a small smile on his face.
He was resting over the couch, the smell of fluffy heaven flowing behind him. Right, they’re supposed to be wooing you today.
“So what’s the plan?” You asked.
“Breakfast.”
“And?”
“We haven’t gotten that far yet,” Shigaraki mumbled as he went on about burning pancakes.
You didn’t have any hope. They would for sure cave in and try to screw you within the hour.
Before you could get up to brush your teeth, Dabi dragged you to the table and sat you down, telling you to stay put. He sat himself across from you and told the cook to hurry it up.
Shigaraki, efficient as ever, served up a stack of the softest, pillow-looking pancakes. He’s a great cook, there was no doubt in his culinary abilities. He sat himself in the middle of the table before the three of you began to dig in.
You couldn’t help but moan at the first bite. His homemade syrup paired with these buttery clouds of heaven tasted more than delicious. Each bite was just better and better.
“God, these are so good,” you sighed happily.
“Y-yeah,” Shigaraki choked out.
Making constant noises of delight as you ate, you forgot that the two men were there. It’s easy to get distracted when you have beautifully crafted works of edible art in front of you.
Swallowing a bite of food, you realized that no one has said a word. Looking up, you saw Dabi biting his lip.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” he complained.
“Doing what?”
Shigaraki was intensely focused on his plate of food.
“It’s like you want to prove Himiko right,” he whined childishly.
“Oh come on, it's a plate of pancakes,” Dabi always ticked you off. He’s such a man-baby.
“Shigaraki’s completely fine,” you pointed to him with your fork, “-see?”
He looked anything but fine, jumping at the sound of your voice.
“Can we start tomorrow?” His piercing red eyes met yours.
“Yeah tomorrow,” Dabi agreed.
You didn’t even get a word out before the white haired man stood up, his chair falling backwards as he strided over to you and lifted you from your chair.
“Guys wait-,” you hadn’t even done anything, they just had no self control!
“On the table,” Dabi rushed out as he moved the dishes out of the way.
Suddenly bent forward, you rested on said table as Shigaraki massaged your jean-clad ass.
“Today doesn’t count,” Dabi decided as he came over to your side, turning your face to his.
Not bothering to respond, you smashed your face against his and hungrily licked into his mouth. Taking that as a thumbs up, Shigaraki unbuttoned your pants and pulled them and your panties halfway down your thighs.
A cold finger then probed at your cunt, sending shivers down your spine. Pushing yourself up to your tippy toes you tried to get it inside of you to no avail. Dabi busied himself with swapping spit, his tongue rubbing against yours sensually as he slowly loosened your jaw with sweet, syrupy drags of the appendage.
Said finger quickly became two, Shigaraki finally shoving them inside of your already twitching hole. Squeezing your eyes closed, you yelped in surprise, quickly dissolving into a puddle of whimpers as those fingers bent inside of you in search of that familiar area. Dabi groaned as he swallowed your cries, pulling away to crawl onto the table.
“You make all these ridiculous noises and expect us to not do anything about it?”
You looked up at Dabi, who was on his knees, his obviously hard dick right in front of you.
“I-I was just eating,” what, you were .
“I don’t know, it feels like you’re purposely making this hard on us,” Shigaraki jackhammered his fingers inside of you.
Things quickly became overwhelming as Dabi freed himself from his sweatpants, stroking his dick teasingly out of your reach. He was groaning lewdly, his thumb playing with his slit and smearing whatever pre dribbled out of it while his other hand tangled itself in your hair.
“That’s enough prep,” you heard Shigaraki grumble as he pulled out his fingers.
That was nowhere near enough prep, taking Shigaraki’s width required extra care. Instead of giving you the chance to say something about it, Dabi yanked your head back and stuffed himself into your mouth. He sighed contentedly, his grip on your hair tightening as he forced his way deeper into you. Tears brimmed your eyes, your jaw already aching from strain.
As if that wasn’t enough, Shigaraki wordlessly began shoving his own hard dick into your cunt. A choked sob caught in your throat. He was going in completely dry, your legs shaking as it felt like he was ripping you open. Dabi cut off your oxygen intake, his twitching cock plugging your throat.
“Keep making those slutty little noises baby,” he moaned as he began fucking your throat slowly.
Feeling lightheaded, your eyes focused on Dabi’s expression of pleasure, lashes fluttering as tears filled your vision. His head was thrown back, Adam’s apple bobbing every time he so much as gasped or opened his mouth to say something stupid. Gaining feeling in your arms, you shoved him backwards as Shigaraki finally sheathed himself fully.
“You two-,” you paused to gulp down some air, “-act like we didn’t just screw y-yesterday.”
“Who moans while eating pancakes?!” Dabi scoffed as he sat up on his haunches.
“They were fuck! -fucking delicious,” you cried out as Shigaraki grinded his hips against your ass.
“Can we not argue while I’m balls deep inside of you?”
“Tenko, this is your fault!”
“My fault?” He growled, pinning you down to the table as he leaned over to argue with Dabi.
Those two spurred each other on, shifting the blame from one to the other as you writhed below them. You couldn’t even move to fuck yourself backwards, Shigaraki’s large hand holding you still from between your shoulder blades. No amount of wiggling and whining got them to pay attention to you, your breathing becoming labored as sweat began to bead on your forehead.
“T-Tenko,” you whimpered airily.
His head snapped down to your trembling form, as if he finally remembered he was in the middle of rearranging your insides. You didn’t refer to them by their given names often, so he pretty much had your undivided attention.
“P-please,” you batted your eyelashes up at him, your heart skipping a beat as you felt him twitch inside of you.
“Touya, take her mouth,” Shigaraki said with finality, moving his hand from your back up to your neck, holding your face up for Dabi.
“Was gonna do that anyways,” he grumbled as he took himself in his hand and brushed the tip against your lip.
“Open up whore.”
You did so, sighing as the weight of his dick sat on your tongue, the velvety head dripping pearls of salty pre into your mouth. You wrapped your spit slick lips around it, weakly sucking. Dabi groaned wantonly as his thumb hooked onto your lips, slipping it into your mouth alongside his length. At the same time, Shigaraki helped you kick off your pants and lifted one of your legs onto the table. His calloused hands kneaded at your ass, spreading it as he rocked into you slowly.
It was almost driving you mad, the way they teased and unraveled you at a snail’s pace. Usually Dabi was fast and intense, always brutal and unforgiving with the way he fucked you. It was addicting, the way they’d leave you messy with runny makeup and beautifully bruised and bitten.
But when Shigaraki (god bless, amen hallelujah) took over, he implemented a different kind of torture. It was one where they took their time, Dabi learning a little bit of patience and taking pleasure in melting you completely. It was different, worse really, because even though they weren’t degrading you and marking you in a feral manner, they were calculated, reducing you to nothing but a sobbing, needy mess.
They were cruel, Shigaraki was cruel, pressing onto your sweet spot repeatedly and making your legs tremble as waves of pleasure crashed into you. Dabi was cruel, rutting against your mouth but not taking advantage of your throat, dirty words tumbling out of his lips. They were twisted with praise, and you wanted to cry, because it felt so good but it wasn’t enough, of course it wasn’t enough.
You tried to reach for your clit only to be stopped by Shigaraki as he held onto your wrists and shoved you higher onto the table, your back arching and your cunt clenching erratically around him. It got Dabi deeper into your mouth, you thanked the heavens as the man rolled with it, choking you as he sunk deeper into your throat.
“Look at you, you dirty little bitch. We’ve got you trained so well don’t we?” Dabi hummed.
You swallowed appreciatively around his dick, and he sighed, pulling back enough to let you breathe before slipping back in. His words were getting to you, making you arch your back a little more as Shigaraki plunged into you with rough snaps of his hips.
“Such a pretty little cunt,” Shigaraki praised, “-you’ll take all of my cum won’t you baby? You’ll keep it warm for me?”
Mmmmm your brain drained out of your ear. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, choked whimpers and moans wetly sounding from your throat. See? Puddle. Feeling Dabi swell and throb inside of your mouth, you mewled. He was so close. Running your tongue against the underside of his shaft as he fondled his balls was enough for him, because he doubled over and made a punched noise, wheezing a little as he finished. You clenched around both of them, your throat and cunt spasming as you took it.
God, the rush left you strung out, the lightheadedness and the feeling of his creamy finish filling your mouth and throat satisfied you. Dabi pulled out, cradling your face in his hands as he smirked at your fucked out expression. Shigaraki was getting close too, his strokes stuttering in pace along with his breath. You felt almost no friction with how wet you were, though the way he stretched you and the way his heavy tip knew where to press more than made up for it. You were a sobbing, drooling mess, mumbling incoherently as Shigaraki stood you up, letting go of your hands and slithering his down your body to play with your clit.
You came embarrassingly quickly, gasping for air as your knees buckled and pleasure hit you like a brick to the head. Shigaraki fucked you through it. And after it. The sweet agony of overstimulation left you out of breath and in shambles, Dabi restraining your arms as Shigaraki continued ramming into you, breathing heavily into your ear as he chased his high. He wouldn’t let up with your clit, rubbing the poor nub raw and setting your skin on fire as you sobbed and begged for him to stop.
Instead he went faster, groaning softly as you tightened around him and shivered, jerking your hips erratically and hiccuping with every breath. When he finally did cum, burying his face into your sweaty neck, he let you go and you slumped forward, sweaty and sticky with multiple fluids covering your body.
“Great breakfast huh?” Dabi held you against him while you caught your breath.
You rolled your eyes and scoffed, feeling spunk leak out of you.
“That was a failure,” you grumbled.
“I think we can all agree that this was your fault,” Dabi accused.
-
When Toga broke in through the window (you refused to open the door for her), she took one look at the three of you and just knew. The blonde cackled, shaking her little blonde head as if saying “I’m right!”
Which okay, she was right, but how the hell could she tell? You’d made sure to stand over Dabi as he cleaned every single square inch of the dining room, meaning nothing was out of place when she (inevitability) broke into your apartment.
The two men hung their heads in shame as she pointed and slapped her knees. You were rather indifferent to their bet, satiated from that afternoon and sprawled out on the couch. You hadn’t been intending to spur them on, Shigaraki’s food was just that good. Of course they refused to take the blame, the two idiots swearing up and down that it was your evil plan to turn them on by eating pancakes.
Toga found it hilarious, calling Dabi and Shigaraki a pair of dogs and making you sit up so she could take a spot on the couch. While Dabi sulked on the floor at his lack of control of his libido, Shigaraki consoled him, explaining that they could try again and prove Toga wrong.
“The day these two get mushy with emotions is the day I get Ochako to be my girlfriend,” she murmured to no one in particular.
-2-
It was a few days later when you found yourself relaxing on the couch one evening, blessedly watching television. It was one of the rare moons where Dabi decided to go out and look for a job, or at least that’s what he says he does every time he fucks off.
Anyways, sprawled out and comfortable, you didn’t react when Shigaraki unlocked your front door and came strutting in like he owned the place. You’d given him a copy of the key, and he took advantage of it often (not that you minded). He tossed out what sounded like a greeting, you hummed in response, and that was the end of that interaction.
The evening was quaint and nice, in your head this was a perfect setting for Shigaraki to prove Toga wrong. It’s not that you were playing into their little game, just that you figured you wanted to at least give them the opportunity.
“Hey Shigaraki, let's cuddle on the couch?” You turned to face him.
He stopped what he was doing (he was in the kitchen), turning his head to you, his expression confused.
“Is this code for something,” he cleared his throat and walked towards you.
“Uhh no. Just figured we could be domestic for a bit.”
“Right,” he seemed unconvinced.
You smiled and patted the space next to you, beckoning him over. The man sat down stiffly, back straight and hands resting on his thighs. Honestly it was a little funny to see the drastic difference between this Shigaraki and the one that could take you apart and build you back up so easily. Maybe you could make him feel more comfortable? You yourself weren’t quite sure what to do.
“Hey, relax won’t you? We’re just watching a movie,” you hummed, taking his arm and wrapping it around your shoulders.
He swallowed audibly and leaned into you, resting his head on top of yours. Okay. This was a start. Except for the fact that you couldn’t focus on the screen, too distracted by the rise and fall of Shigaraki’s chest. You bit your lip and slithered your arm to his waist. His own was heavy on your shoulders, you suddenly remembered how ripped he actually was.
You were probably just overthinking it, you managed to relax a little as you molded yourself to his side.
If his grip on your shoulder got a little tighter, neither one of you mentioned it. The air was a little tense around the two of you, a bead of sweat dripping down your neck. A shiver ran down your spine, Shigaraki crossing one leg over the other and dropping his own hand to your waist.
You could tell he was trying, he was trying to just cuddle, but his fingers began toying with the hem of your shirt. God, was the ac on? It sure as hell didn’t feel like it. Too scared to start conversation, you looked up at him through your lashes to find him glaring at the television, face pink.
You weren’t horny, you weren’t horny dammit! You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to calm yourself. Except you jolted as his finger skimmed over your hip and you squeaked out a noise of surprise. His fingers twitched before hooking onto the waistband of your pants. Maybe you were reading the signals wrong, he could be fidgeting. Why the hell were you nervous? Your skin was sensitive and prickly, a sticky heat growing in your core as your knee began bouncing.
This was literally the opposite of what you were trying to accomplish. About to ask him if he wanted to change the movie, Shigaraki cut you off.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he pulled away and slid off the couch.
His hand on your thigh, he shuffled over to you on his knees and fit himself between your legs.
“Your nervousness is really cute, a big turn on,” he murmured as he kissed your inner thigh and kneaded the clothed muscle.
Your fingers tangled themselves between his silky hair, massaging his scalp. He sighed breathily and nosed at your thigh, biting through your jeans and licking at the fabric. You moaned softly, this wasn’t how the evening was supposed to go. Though you weren’t opposed to it-
“There’s always next time,” you reminded him as he popped the button off your jeans.
“Fuck yeah,” his previous anxiousness faded to confidence, lust written all over his face.
This person, this guy was more like the one you knew, more assured of his actions. He pulled your pants and panties off with one tug, placing your knees over his shoulders. He busied himself with sucking hickies onto your thighs, licking and biting until your teeth were clattering, your legs a shaking mess.
Your hips jerked in search of friction as he purposely avoided your swollen cunt. He had to hold you down, sending you a stern look as he worked you sloppy. You stilled for him of course, balling up your fists and tossing your head back with a whine.
“Please touch me, please touch me,” you repeated brokenly, desperation laced in your voice.
“Only ‘cuz you asked so nicely,” he breathed over your cunt.
His hands pushed your legs as wide as they could spread, his face hovering over your heat. You shivered, whimpering as your slick folds were exposed to the air. He sent you a cocky smirk before spitting at your cunt, making you jerk in surprise. Then he dove in, licking up your essence and his saliva with one lingering stroke of his hot tongue.
He was clever with the appendage, circling your clit and exploring you like it was his first time. His grip on your thighs was bruising and grounding. Shigaraki teased at your hole, nipped softly at your lips, blew cold air over your clit, repeating the actions and making your head spin. You practically merged with the couch, your unfocused eyes staring at the ceiling as you mewled and took whatever he wanted to give you.
He wasn’t in a rush, lapping at you lazily as he kept a continuous fire burning in your gut.
“Watch the movie baby,” he commanded offhandedly before tonguing at your labia.
Your head felt too heavy, you struggled to keep it straight. You really tried to pay attention to the screen, though you ended up closing your eyes, your head lolling to the side as his tongue forced its way into your twitching hole. Screw whatever was playing on the tv, you were busy getting your pussy ate.
Shigaraki didn’t like that though, pulling away until you opened your heavy eyelids to complain about the lack of stimulation.
“I gave you an order didn’t I?” He asked softly.
Honestly it was a little condescending, but you were into it. You nodded and he rolled his eyes, letting go of your thigh and pinching your clit. You hissed, lurching as he kept the pressure on the nub.
“I don’t really like it when you misbehave,” he reprimanded.
“Agh, I-I’m sorry I’ll be better,” you gasped and moaned.
“I could just leave you here until you decide to be good for me.”
Oh god that sounded like the worst idea ever. You shook your head, still trembling as he didn’t let up on your clit.
“I’ll be a good girl I swear,” you damn near sobbed.
He hummed, letting go of your clit and trailing his finger down your pussy. You focused all of your energy on watching television, biting your cheek and huffing as he finally leaned back in to tease you. You could feel yourself clenching on air, Shigaraki busy eating you out like it was his last meal.
Every time you found your vision blurring, you bit your tongue, forcing your stinging eyes to stick to the screen. Shigaraki wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking wetly and forcing a wanton moan out of your mouth. His hands were on your waist, your legs wrapping around him as he groaned loudly.
“-could fuckin die in here,” he rasped as he latched onto you again.
You came devastatingly fast, shaking and flexing your thighs around your lover's head as stars exploded in your vision.
“What’s the movie about?”
You squealed as he started tongue fucking you, loosening up your cunt. You stuttered through a half-assed explanation, your fingers tugging at his hair as you squeezed him with your thighs. Shigaraki grinned against you, his fingers slipping under your shirt to latch onto your nipples. Curling over him, you wheezed, pleasure coiling in your stomach again and forcing your eyes to roll back into your skull.
“Focus on the movie, sweetheart,” his muffled voice chided.
R-right. You peeled open your eyes, your fingers twitching and gripping onto Shigaraki’s locks as your stomach flipped and flopped and filled with bees. Shigaraki didn’t let up, his tongue slithering back up to your clit as he suckled on it again. The stupid movie, you kept reminding yourself, whimpering as Shigaraki twisted your nipples and rolled them between his fingers.
It was too much stimulation, you pushed his head away as you came a second time, your entire body trembling and spasming in waves of pleasure.
You were still experiencing aftershocks as Shigaraki bullied two fingers into your cunt. Your back arched in response, your eyes flinging open as he stood over you. His face was drenched, lips pulled back to a grin as you writhed below him.
“Enjoying yourself?”
You nodded, thanking him as his fingers began pumping in and out of you with reckless abandon. You could hear how wet you were, your thighs sticky as your ass hung off the couch. What? You didn’t want to have to deal with cleaning stains off your expensive ass couch. Shigaraki kept your attention on him, making you look him in the eye as he curled his fingers and rubbed that spot that made your brain short circuit.
His free hand caressed your cheek, before he leaned in and sloppily made out with you, your teeth clacking against his as his tongue danced against yours. The taste of your arousal was heavy on his everything. He made sure to swallow down your cries, your voice cracking with need.
Your toes curled as your tummy quivered, another fucking orgasm quickly building. It was painful almost, how his fingers slammed into you and played you like a fiddle. You broke away from his mouth as you came again, breaking down into tears as this one was wrestled from your body.
He didn’t stop, peppering kisses down your neck as he uttered: “More.”
His own touch became frenzied when you managed to rub your palm against his length. Your gasps were high pitched and airy, your head feeling floaty from the gallons of oxygen you were inhaling. Shigaraki’s own palm pressed against your sore clit, and fat tears streamed down your cheeks as you were tormented with pleasure.
“I can’t-,” you sobbed.
“I don’t like that word,” he whispered gruffly into your ear as he slipped a third finger into your cunt.
There wasn’t even a burn or stretch, you were so loose. Shigaraki fell back to his knees, fingering you and milking your clit simultaneously. You wailed, thrashing as he sucked you fucking dry.
-
It was after the heel of your foot managed to make him cream his pants that he finally let you off the hook. Emotions high, you were still sobbing as you slipped off the couch and landed on his lap, your head on his shoulder as you continuously shuddered through aftershocks.
He praised you accordingly, shushing you and running his fingers up and down your spine as your wet thighs and cunt stained his pants.
“I knew you could take it, I knew you could do it baby. I’m so proud of you, falling apart for me so well.”
You supposed you did end up cuddling. Though Toga, who stormed into your home alongside Dabi a good half an hour later, was adamant that it didn’t count because you guys had screwed beforehand. Dabi was just mad that he missed the show.
“You must have fisted her with how fucking satiated she is right now,” the idiot grumbled as he took you in his lap, “See? She’s not being a bitch right now.”
The fact that you were too tired to call him out on his bs was enough proof for him. Shigaraki had shrugged, offering no response. Toga just tsk’d, stroking your freshly showered hair as you still recovered from the fucking you’d received not too long ago.
“Gosh you’re so cute,” she chirped, “-as cute as she is though, it just proves that you guys only know affection through sex.”
She sounded triumphant.
“Not true! We’re gonna take her on a date next weekend,” Dabi smirked.
“We are?”
“Yep, it’s gonna be innocent, full of TLC, and all that gooey ass bullshit.”
“Fifty says one of you two caves.”
“Deal.”
“Deal.”