Mha One shots

(Wanted to try something new)

In the heart of an abandoned building that served as the hideout for the League of Villains, Shigaraki Tomura felt the weight of his secret crush weighing heavily on him. The deeper he got into his relationship with Dabi, the more he appreciated the thrill of their bond. Months had passed since they started dating, and they had crafted a world cloaked in shadows, stolen moments, and whispered affection. However, life in the League was anything but simple, especially when someone like Toga Himiko came into the mix.

One evening, after a clandestine kiss shared in a dark alleyway, Toga had unexpectedly discovered them. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she teased Shigaraki relentlessly, threatening to spill their secret to the rest of the League. However, a deal was struck. Toga wouldn't tell a soul if Shigaraki complied with one outrageous request: he would wear one of Dabi's hoodies with nothing underneath.

Shigaraki hesitated. The thought of being exposed that way made him seethe with anger; he could envision the fury of confronting Toga, perhaps even envisioning a world where he might extinguish her laughing breath. Yet, as the seconds ticked by, he pushed aside those dark thoughts, deciding it might be worth the risk to keep his relationship with Dabi under wraps.

With a reluctant sigh, he agreed to Toga's challenge. Stripping down in his room, he slipped into a black hoodie that enveloped his lean frame. The fabric smelled like Dabi, an intoxicating blend of smoke and something uniquely him. Below the surface of his cold exterior, Shigaraki felt a rush of excitement mixed with dread. He made his way to the common area, where he sat on the edge of a worn couch, anticipation coursing through him like electricity.

What Shigaraki didn't know was that Dabi had returned from a mission early. As he opened the door, Dabi was met with the unexpected sight of Shigaraki, entirely bare beneath the oversized hoodie. The corners of Dabi's mouth tilted up into a smirk as he stepped further inside, closing the door quietly behind him.

"Looks like someone's been waiting for me," Dabi teased, his voice low and sultry.

The heat rushed to Shigaraki's face, confusion and embarrassment swirling within him. Before he could respond, Dabi stalked forward, circling Shigaraki like a predator. The stirring of excitement mixed with the threat of humiliation sent shivers down Shigaraki's spine.

"Dabi—" he stammered, but before he could finish, Dabi pressed against him from behind. The heat radiating from Dabi's body enveloped Shigaraki, and he was utterly taken off guard. Dabi's hands began to explore, teasingly tracing over the fabric of the hoodie, igniting a fire that spread through Shigaraki's being.

"Relax, Tomura," Dabi whispered with dark amusement. "Just let me have a little fun."

That was all it took. Shigaraki gasped as Dabi started to nip at the sensitive skin of his neck, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through him. It was a sensation he wasn't used to, his cruel and cold persona melting under the heat of Dabi's affection. Shigaraki let out a breathless moan as Dabi's hands roamed freely, leaving a trail of bites and hickies that marked him as Dabi's own.

With every caress, the tension in the room thickened. Dabi toyed with Shigaraki, fingers dancing over skin, igniting sparks that made his cold heart race. The hoodie slipped slightly from Shigaraki's shoulders, exposing more of him, intensifying the sensations rushing over him. He had long denied vulnerability, but here, with Dabi, he found shelter in surrender.

Dabi's teasing made Shigaraki feel alive in a way he had never experienced. The world outside the hideout faded as Dabi pulled him further under his spell. Every kiss, every bite, every whisper set Shigaraki ablaze. This wasn't cruel or heartless; this was desire, raw and unfiltered.

As the boundary between pleasure and madness blurred, they lost themselves in a haze of heated touches and soft moans, reveling in the connection that made their hearts race and their souls dance, lighting up the dark corners of their lives with undeniable passion. In that moment, nothing else mattered; they were just two lost souls finding solace in each other amidst a world turned upside down by chaos.