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(Commission) Explosively Stuffed

(The following is a commissioned story from a user who has requested to remain anonymous, featuring a realistically overstuffed Bakugou and a POV reader.)

It was harder to tell which was groaning louder, your angry boyfriend or his angry stomach. The two of you had just eaten dinner, which the young spike-y haired blond was good enough to cook. You’d long since accepted the fact that some people just find a way to cook angry. In fact, you’d kinda lost count of the amount of times Bakugou screamed for the meat to “die” as he was grilling it. Yet, in spite of that, it turned out delicious.

Perhaps, too delicious for some…

“Urrf, fuck,” Bakugou groaned wearily in a strained sort of voice as he laid down on his bed, roughly massaging his firm, muscular stomach with both hands. He was wearing a pair of workout pants and a sleeveless black tanktop, his usual wares for sleeping. You simply watched and listened as you brushed your teeth, getting ready for bed as well.

“I told you to pace yourself,” you murmured between brushing.

Bakugou just groaned as he tenderly massaged his belly and said, “And I told you not to fucking talk when you’re brushing your fucking teeth. You’re gonna spill toothpaste all over my floor…”

You rolled your eyes with amusement but nonetheless headed back to the bathroom to rinse your mouth out before heading back.

The way Bakugou was rubbing his belly caused his shirt to hike up, exposing Bakugou’s six-pack abs as his hands roughly ran up and down his bare flesh. You could hear Bakugou’s belly gurgling loudly as it worked down his dinner. Sufficed to say, the boy ate a LOT, and boy did it show. Bakugou’s stomach, usually concave was now pushing out with a slight rounded curve to it. His abs were still ever present but now slightly thinned out from just how much he’d ingested in so short an amount of time.

As a result, Bakugou’s digestive tract was working overtime, and the young man was feeling it, needless to say. Even when you headed back to Bakugou’s bathroom to finish your teeth, you could still hear the loud, gastric gurgling from the young mans’ mighty midsection breaking down his meal. Of course, that was nothing compared to the huge, rumbling belch you heard erupt from the bedroom moments after washing out your mouth.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRUUUUUUUUUP!!!”

The loud, abrasive sound was loud enough to reverberate all throughout Bakugou’s bedroom and still loud sounding from the bathroom. After a few seconds, it eventually tapered off into a breathy sigh of relief. No doubt the sheer volume of food being decimated by Bakugou’s digestive system was stirring up a bit of excess pressure in his belly and letting it all out at once like that was bound to feel like bliss. You walked in just in time to watch Bakugou reel his head back in his pillow and give his slightly bloated belly a hearty slap of satisfaction. It sounded like slapping a watermelon.

“How attractive,” you joked as you settled down besides Bakugou, cuddling up against him as the two of you laid together in his bed.

“Yeah, yeah,” Bakugou grumbled as he kept trying to massage his aching gut. You didn’t really care, to be honest. It was just fun teasing Bakugou and seeing him get annoyed the way he did.

As you both laid together, you rested the side of your head gently against Bakugou’s firm stomach. Even in its’ currently distended state, it was just as firm and rock hard as it ever was. Bakugou’s six-pack formed small but notable bumps in flesh you were using as a pillow, rigid, but not unpleasant against your own head.

You listened fondly as Bakugou’s belly gurgled and churned intensely to break down the especially large meal he’d consumed. Bakugou’s digestive system bubbled and burbled intensely in your ears, almost as if it were a vat of chemicals you were listening to; something out of a chemistry experiment. Due to how much Bakugou had eaten, his belly ended up feeling noticeably taut, with his flesh feeling a little tighter than usual.

It was accompanied by slightly labored breath on the part of Bakugou. Having eaten so much had really knocked the angry boy out. As he breathed in and out, Bakugou’s taut belly slowly rose up and down, lifting your head up and down as his stomach muscles expanded and contracted with each breath. Strange as it seemed, it was an oddly relaxing feeling, like being lulled gently to sleep.

Of course, you knew it wasn’t as pleasant for Bakugou. So, it wasn’t long before your delicate hand drifted up and rested against that firm but taut midsection of his. Gingerly, you slowly ran your hand up and down Bakugou’s firm but slightly bloated abs, feeling his belly gurgle and groan beneath your touch. That furrow in Bakugou’s brow quickly softened as that strained look on his face soon turned to one of bliss.

“Ohhhh, fuck me, that feels good,” Bakugou moaned, arms dropping to his side as your palm rubbed slow, firm yet smooth and soothing circles all around Bakugou’s belly. You continued listening to his rough gut gurgling away all as you continued massaging the taut surface. As you continued to rub away, you pulled the waistband of Bakugou’s sweat pants down, exposing more of his belly and showcasing just how bloated it actually was. With his underbelly exposed, you could see the rounded curve protruding much more noticeably and had more of a visual of just how much Bakugou had packed away.

Nonetheless, you kept on rubbing, your hand now tenderly sliding down to the lower region of Bakugou’s firm, bloated stomach and kneading into it firmly. Slowly yet firmly, your hand caressed every square inch of Bakugou’s rock hard yet visibly full stomach. All the while, you listened as it groaned and gurgled away, his digestive tract hard at work and clearly in need of an ease of pressure.

As such, your fingers dug into Bakugou’s flesh, but his belly was so rock-hard that you could barely get any give. So you pressed a little more firmly into the underside of Bakugou’s belly.

Sure enough, you could hear a deep, gastric gurgling emit from Bakugou’s belly, a gurgle that soon rose up Bakugou’s gullet and to his mouth. Bakugou grimaced for a moment, before turning his head back and letting out another mattress-rattling belch.

“BWUUUUUURRRRR-UuURrrr-urrr-AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRP!!!!”

This one rumbled DEEPLY, indicating that it came from the very depths of Bakugou’s belly. It was kind of broken up into parts, sputtering before ending loud and hefty sounding. All told, it lasted close to six seconds.

When it ended, Bakugou grunted, hitting his chest a few times before sitting up a little and grimacing with discomfort as he glared down at you.

“Mph! Watch it!” He barked angrily in a strained voice before adding, “th-that was-”

Bakugou stopped talking mid-sentence, grimacing again with a look on his face that told you he needed to burp again. And sure enough…

“BRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUURRRRRRRRRP!!!!”

Bakugou grabbed his belly with both hands, threw his head back and unleashed another titanic belch, one with enough force to make his lips ripple slightly as a few flecks of saliva flew out of his mouth. Far from the most attractive sight you could imagine. Still, you couldn’t help but snicker with amusement at the sight.

“Good one,” you said, patting the center of Bakugou’s belly with approval. Bakugou gave his gut a hearty pat, letting out a smaller burp after the fact, followed by a few more smaller burps. There was so much pressure in his belly that with that monster eructation released, all the residual pressure just came rushing out of him one after the other. After a few more moments of Bakugou just gripping his belly and letting out a string of burps in rapid succession, Bakugou flopped back down onto his mattress, groaning with utter relief.

“Oof…fffffuuuuuck, that’s so much better,” Bakugou moaned with blissful relief.

“Jeez, next time, open a window,” you joked, fanning the air around your face in an exaggerated fashion.

“Oh fuck off, it doesn’t stink, you fucking liar,” Bakugou growled, albeit in a soft fashion, given how much relief and bliss he was feeling.

Snickering some more, you shrugged and once again rested your head against his belly. As you pressed your ear up against it, you could hear it burbling still, albeit in a much softer fashion. Gingerly, you continued caressing Bakugou’s midsection, relaxed at the feeling of it burbling into your ear, and the feeling of Bakugou’s belly slowly rising and falling with your head on top of it. Then, sure enough, with your relaxing ministrations applied to his stomach, that breathing became much slower.

You looked up to see Bakugou out like a light, snoring rather comically as his belly rose and fall with you on top.

Smiling, you gave Bakugou’s firm gut a gentle kiss, just above Bakugou’s belly button, and resumed rubbing away long into the night. Bakugou’s slow breathing and burbling belly had lulled you into enough of a relaxed state that you found yourself drifting off into a peaceful slumber. Before you closed your eyes for the night, you found yourself wishing more nights would end like this…

#belliesandburps #belly kink #belly rubs #burping #indigestion

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brites · 6 years

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I freaking loved your last Dabi story, especially the relationship between him and dear reader-chan. It’d be great to see more of that dynamic, and maybe this time Dabi would eat a little (a lot~~) more. I think it’d be hilarious if he got drunk and was totally momentarily into the belly fetish (optional, of course). : )

(Once again, fair word of warning, this is a bit lewder and kink driven than most of my stuff. Again, nothing explicit because I don’t write that kinda stuff but still, fair word of warning at the lewd implications.)

“You were always a great shoplifter, even before you really got a hang of your quirk. It was simple. Don’t just get in, take stuff and get out. Buy a few things and add a couple extra things on the house. Any time you went to self checkout, you’d add stuff to the bagging area that was light enough that the scales wouldn’t catch it. Or sometimes, if it was really busy, you’d just add a few extra things and just let the clerk hit the ‘okay’ button without actually looking. Back in the day, you’d know to grab an item, scratch off the bar code, and look for a spot with no cameras before hiding it on your person and getting out without a hitch.

It was thrilling back then. But now? It was almost too easy to even be fun. Just use your quirk to shrink whatever it is you want, keep it in the palm of your hand, and get out.

But if the act of shrinking and stealing was too easy to be fun, then why were you so excited today?

Probably because of what you were stealing and for whom…

Eventually, you returned to the ‘FOB,’ the new hideout the two of you took over in the name of the League after one particular recruitment meeting went very south very fast. It was now furnished with a great deal of supplies the boss, Shigaraki, wanted off-site from his main hideout. To him, this place was a storage unit and a meeting hall for new recruits.

For the two of you, however, it was a place with some privacy.

Once all of your shrunken catches for the day had been offloaded delicately across the various counters, and corners of the lounge, you clapped your hands together contently and simply waited for a moment.

Then, a moment later, a young, tall and lean but toned man came casually strolling in with his hands in his pockets. He had mid-length, spiky black hair, black trousers with tucked in boots, a thin, tight fitting T-Shirt and a blue coat with the sleeves kept up by silver bands around the biceps. This exposed the young mans’ discolored, scarred flesh across his arms, his neck, jawbone, and lower eyelids…all held in place with his regular, paler flesh with various piercings.

To anyone else, Dabi was a sight that would send people running and screaming in the opposite direction. But not you. Never you.

“Yo,” Dabi muttered idly as he walked in, hands still casually in his pockets as he looked around the lounging area. “You get everything?”

You smirk then, to answer Dabi’s question, snap your fingers.

*SNAP!*

In an instant, everything you shrank down immediately regained its’ normal size.

Several 12-pack cases of Kirin Ichiban beer emerged seemingly from the ether, creating a large stack in the corner. A new flat screen 4K TV with an entertainment system popped into the center of the room. Newer, more comfortable couches popped up into the corners of the room, and so on.

Dabi looked around, brows raised to indicate he was genuinely impressed.

“Dude, if I could still whistle,” Dabi muttered, indicating his lower, scarred lip. “Not bad. Not bad at all.”

“I have my moments,” you responded with a modest shrug.

Then, Dabi stopped and sniffed the air. Something else caught his attention that he wasn’t immediately aware of before. A dining table emerged out of nowhere too. And atop that table was a proverbial buffet…

Dabi’s eyes widened slightly at the sight, before turning to you and asking, “What’s all this for?”

“Oh, that? Well, I just figured maybe we could have lunch since we were here. And since I wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for, weeeeell, I grabbed a little bit of everything,” you said with a seemingly innocent grin.

Once again, an intrigued Dabi steps towards the table and looks everything over. The sheer aroma emanating from so much warm, tender meat was enough to make the young villains’ mouth water. But his eyes wandered back towards you. You shifted for a moment, but rather than play innocent, that smile on your face seemed to give away your intentions.

The slightest of smirks emerged from the corner of Dabi’s mouth in that moment.

“…Well, I guess I could eat,” Dabi said with a casual shrug of his own. He sat down at the table, grabbing himself one of the beers you’d preemptively left at the table. Eagerly, you sat down right next to him as Dabi wasted no time helping himself.

First, there was a bowl of ramen noodles, one of a few that you knew first hand Dabi was quite fond of. Curiously enough, in the times when you’ve gone spying on those pesky heroes-in-training, you couldn’t help but note how often you saw one particular punk savoring the exact same ramen brand as Dabi. He was a kid with dual colored hair, and a notable burn across his left eye. It was strange, watching Dabi eagerly but casually slurp down his ramen bowl reminded you of that kid for some reason.

Dabi, meanwhile, used his chopsticks to dangle the broth-drenched noodles and meat over his mouth for but a moment before he proceeded to slurp it all down. His cheeks bulged for a moment as his mouth took in a hearty amount of Udon Noodles and steak all at once. Then, Dabi chewed heartily for a few moments as broth dribbled slightly down from the corner of his mouth. He then dipped his head back and gulped heartily, sending a small, sizeable lump sliding down his throat. Licking his lips clean, Dabi went back for more, slurping up more of his noodles and meat until he was eventually holding the bowl to his lips and slurping the broth down in one go.

You watched as Dabi’s scarred throat rhythmically bobbed in and out every few seconds with each gulp of broth Dabi took in. You could tell from his facial expression that he savored the warmth of that broth flowing down his throat with each hearty gulp he took. Once again, a few drips of broth escaped the corner of his mouth, slowly dripping down Dabi’s neck and onto his chest before eventually, the bowl was bone dry.

Dabi sighed contently and set his bowl down. Licking his lips clean, Dabi helped himself to his next bowl of ramen. It wasn’t long before that too was drained dry, as were the next good few bowls after that. Five empty bowls stacked atop one another, and Dabi was already onto the beef and chicken teriyaki skewers…of which, there were SEVERAL.

Eagerly, Dabi grabbed one of the skewers, licked his lips hungrily and CHOMPED down on it voraciously. For such a composed young man, when it came to food, Dabi could be a voracious animal sometimes, especially when he was hungry. He chomped into his skewers bite after bite, liberating them of any and all meat within no time at all. With one especially meaty skewer, Dabi made it a point to look back at you. There was a knowing kind of smirk across his face in that moment, then he turned his attention back to the skewer and did something that made you sweat bullets.

Dabi opened his mouth nice and wide, or rather, as wide as he could, given his facial visage. Then, rather than bite into the skewer, he slowly inserted the whole of the skewer right into his mouth. Once it was all in, Dabi bit down at the end, keeping his perfect, surprisingly white teeth clamped around the wooden skewer as he slowly pulled it out between his teeth, taking all the skewer out of his mouth, without a scrap of meat. He set the skewer down and chewed heartily for but a few moments, then, Dabi dipped his head back and gulped heartily. You watched with bewilderment as a rather large bulge emerged from Dabi’s throat, and slowly started to descend downwards. Dabi clenched his eyes shut and gulped heartily. You could hear his throat squelch audibly from how thick and richly the throat muscles rippled around such a hearty mouthful of food being gulped down all at once. It was indicator that Dabi was gulping extra hard just to work down so much in one go, much like he did with a certain troublesome but shrunken gang leader just a week ago.

*GLLLUUUUUUULCK!*

That wet, rippling sound emanating from Dabi’s long, slender throat made your cheeks burn as did the sight of that lump pushing down, down, down until it was resting just above Dabi’s collarbone. From there, the young man rested a finger idly against the bulge, lurched his head forward, and gulped thickly one last time, causing it to push past his smooth, athletic chest, and join the rest of the growing mass in Dabi’s middle.

You could see from all the ramen and meat skewers Dabi had consumed already that his stomach was starting to push out firmly. That concave stomach of his appeared flat now yet angled, in such a way that made it start to protrude just a little bit outward. When the meat was finally swallowed down, Dabi gasped heartily, and let his tongue hang out of his mouth to signify his contentment. That, or he was just trying to tease the hell out of you. Either way, Dabi was succeeding.

“Pass me a beer,” Dabi ordered, chomping into another skewer like nothing happened.

Wiping your forehead, you grabbed a bottle and slid it over Dabi’s way. Dabi caught it perfectly then popped the top off with his thumb after wolfing down the rest of his meat. Smacking his chops contently, Dabi set the skewer down along with the growing pile of bare skewers.

From there, he dipped his head back, brought the bottle to his lips, and started slugging his alcoholic beverage down like it was going out of style. Your eyes once again drifted to Dabi’s throat, watching as his scarred Adams’ Apple bobbed in and out rapidly. You could hear Dabi gulp heartily again and again as his throat bobbed in and out with all the beer rushing down his throat all at once. It was actually kind of amazing how quickly Dabi was draining his bottle. You could actually see the contents draining like there was an uncontrollable leak somewhere in the bottle. Within just under fifty seconds, that bottle was empty! It was genuinely amazing considering you’d probably be nursing that beer the whole afternoon. Not to say you were a lightweight…but, well…yes, you were…

Wiping his mouth clean, Dabi burped then slammed the bottle down onto the table. He glanced back at you, then nudged his head to one of the nearby bottles. “Slide me another,” Dabi remarked before thumping his chest firmly and burping again, this time, much louder and deeper. Blushing some more at the display, you slid another nice, cool beer Dabi’s way. Dabi caught it but hiccuped suddenly, catching him by surprise. Covering his mouth for a moment, Dabi cleared his throat and instead opted to set his beer aside so he could himself to more skewers of meat.

The more Dabi ate, the more that now angled stomach of his started to appear a little more noticeably bloated than before. Dabi’s already light, tight fitting shirt was now hiking up, exposing a sliver of Dabi’s bare stomach from the bottom of the shirt. And the more meat Dabi consumed, the more his shirt rose up in accordance with his slowly expanding gut. After a while, you could actually hear Dabi’s belly starting to burble and churn as it worked down so much food being consumed all at once. It was getting harder and harder for you to keep your hands off…

Dabi, meanwhile, took a break from eating and started chugging down his next beer. Like before, Dabi dipped his head back almost unnecessarily further than usual, but it gave you a perfect view of his throat as he downed his beverage. The gulps came a little slower than last time but each gulp was substantially heartier than before, making the rich, squelching sound of each gulp Dabi took that much more audibly thick and wet sounding. And with each gulp, you could see Dabi’s stomach slowly pushing out just a little more, bit by bit until his shirt was hovering just below Dabi’s deep belly button, which you could now see an outline of on his shirt. It took a little longer for him than last time, but like before, Dabi didn’t even stop for a breather, and still, he chugged the whole thing one go, around seventy seconds flat without breath.

Slamming his bottle down, Dabi gasped breathlessly, trying to catch his breath from so much chugging all at once. “Goddamn, that’s some good shit,” Dabi mused, hiccuping again. Dabi grimaced then brought a fist to his mouth, hiccuping yet again. There was a momentary look of discomfort on Dabi’s face as he kept his fist firmly pressed against his lips. You could hear a deep, gastric rumbling in Dabi’s gut, which made him lurch with even more discomfort.

That discomfort was soon replaced when Dabi forced his fist away from his mouth and proceeded to let out a belch of such magnitude, you’d swear All Might was fighting All For One just outside the building!

“BAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRP!!!!”

The display was enough to make you weak in the knees as Dabi’s eruption rumbled out of him VERY loudly for five seconds straight. When it ended, Dabi gasped breathlessly again, lurching forward and blinking groggily to himself, before giving his notably bloated stomach a hearty slap and working out another large, rumbling belch out of his system.

Everything about this crass display drove you up the fence, making you sweat bullets while your cheeks burned redder than ever. In truth, you had no clue exactly WHY Dabi’s burping turned you on so much, but Devil help you, it just did!

Afterwards, Dabi sighed with relief then groggily stared back down at his meal, getting to work downing more and more skewers of meat and helping himself to several bowls of rice. You noticed from Dabi’s occasional hiccups and glassy expression that he might have been getting a little intoxicated. And judging by the additional beers he was pounding away with his meal, that might only get worse as time went on. That didn’t stop Dabi or seem to slow him down at all though.

All the while, you just kept on watching, eyeing Dabi’s mouth when he bit down on his various meats, some bites substantially larger than others. Then, your eyes would wander south to Dabi’s throat, watching it bob and ripple with each ample mouthful of food he gulped down, or watching it throb relentlessly as he chugged down another beer bottle. And further down south, you watched as Dabi’s belly continued to bloat out, pushing further and further, little by little.

The more Dabi packed away, the more his stomach continued to bloat outwards. His shirt continued hiking up, exposing more of his bare, bloated belly, eventually hiking up enough to expose his cavernous navel. Dabi’s pants were looking especially snug around the hips as his belly constricted firmly against the waist of his pants, and especially against that stylish silver and white belt of his.

But Dabi just kept on eating and drinking the day away, polishing off his skewers of meat, greedily scarfing down bowl after bowl of rice, and polishing off one beer after another until the meal was finished.

Scooting his chair back, Dabi rested both his palms atop his rounded belly and let out a HUGE, wall-rattling belch, one that rumbled deep from Dabi’s gut and left you swooning. Afterwards, Dabi groggily smacked his chops and looked down at his rounded belly with a bit of admiration.

“Mph, *HIC!* Urf, guess I was hungrier than I thought,” Dabi commented, slurring his words ever so slightly from how much beer he’d consumed. He looked back at you, blinking groggily and hiccuping sharply again. “Hey, how come you didn’t-*HIC-UURRP!*-mph, how come you didn’t eat anything?”

“Hmm, I…guess I wasn’t all that hungry. Oh well,” you said, eyes fixated on Dabi’s tight looking stomach. It had bloated out to the point where it looked like Dabi had swallowed an entire watermelon whole, making his belly appear uncomfortably tight and rounded, gurgling and churning loudly.

“I’ll bet,” Dabi said with a groggy, drunken hiccup. Then, hiccuping again, Dabi grunted, hit his chest a few times then added, “So, you gonna start rubbin’ or what?”

Needing no second heed, your hand rested atop Dabi’s domed out belly, and you found yourself blinking with surprise. Dabi’s gut was large but it was hard and taut to the the touch. It not only looked like Dabi had swallowed a watermelon, it FELT like a fleshy watermelon too, very tight on the surface with very little give. It was a strong indicator of just how much Dabi had packed away all at once.

Dabi’s belly was so bloated that the mere act of touching his stomach left him groaning contently. And it was made even better once you started actually rubbing away. You could still feel a bit of Dabi’s abdominal muscles bumping against your fingers but it was thinned out by how rounded his belly had gotten from his feast. Still, the sight of that smooth, ample gut and the feeling of his flesh beneath your palm was a sensory treat to behold, one you savored as you rubbed away fondly and eagerly.

Your hand rubbed in slow, circular motions, caressing that rock hard dome from top to bottom. Dabi practically melted to your touch, easing back in his chair, slouching back even more, and moaning with utter bliss. “Urrrgh…that feels soooo good right now,” Dabi cooed deliriously as you caressed his bloated midsection fondly. You could feel it burble and groan intensely beneath your palm, but kept on massaging and kneading away. Funny enough, Dabi seemed a little more ‘into this treatment’ than he was last time.

At one point, you tried kneading and pressing your palm into Dabi’s belly, as if to try and ease some of the excess pressure out of his belly. But Dabi’s gut was so tight that it was genuinely hard to simply knead into it. You needed a little more grip. So, you reached down and started to undo Dabi’s silver belt buckle. Dabi groggily looked down at you working with his waist but said nothing. He simply rested his eyes shut and shuddered at the feeling of your palm rested firmly against his underbelly while your other hand worked to undo the belt buckle as best you could with his gut constricting against it.

It took some doing but you managed to undo the belt and the button of Dabi’s pants. Almost immediately, Dabi’s already bloated gut jutted out just a little more, expanding by a good two or so inches as it pressed down against his pants. Fortunately, you had already unbuttoned, causing it to push the zipper down, exposing a sliver of Dabi’s boxers and making your face that much redder.

Dabi almost went comically cross-eyed in that moment, as he groaned with immediate relief, slouching back against his chair even more, making his belly stick out further, pressing up against you. “…That’s so much better…” Dabi cooed, before resting a palm against his domed out, firm stomach. Then, he rested his other arm against your back, as if slinging it there idly for a moment.

…That was until his hand wandered up to the back of your head. And a moment later, you felt your head getting pressed up firmly against that firm, tight mound of bloated, taut flesh. You felt your face growing more and more heated as Dabi started to grind the side of your head against his stomach with a kind of domineering, albeit smashed sort of grin.

“Y’like this gut soooo much, huh?” Dabi practically purred, giving his bloated belly a hearty slap, causing the sound to echo across the entire lounge, and making his gut gurgle even louder. “Well, how come you never shrink yourself down’n see what it’s like on the inside? Oh, I’m sure you’d love it in there…hmph, I’ll bet you were wishin’ that poor bastard from last week was you, huh. You CRAVE feelin’ what it’s like being lathered by my tongue, sliding down my throat, and festering in that fiery hot stomach you love so much, don’tcha…”

The more Dabi spoke, the more hushed his voice grew. He started grinding your head a little more firmly against that rock hard, jam-packed stomach of his. As you looked up (best you could), you could actually see Dabi’s own cheeks growing a bit heated as a shadow formed over his eyes. He looked down at you with this oddly hungry look in his eyes, one you were familiar with all too well. Then, he oh so slowly ran his tongue across his upper, normal lip, as if lost in thought as he gazed down upon you.

It was steadily becoming a little apparent that maybe…just MAYBE, you weren’t the only one ‘into this,’ as it were…

“…Rub,” Dabi ordered in a domineering but hushed, almost anxious tone. And not once did he release your head from his stomach. If the two of you weren’t villains, this might have been considered a red flag. But because you were, it just made you weak in the knees. Beads of your own sweat dripped down from your forehead and down Dabi’s belly.

But you did as ordered, and rubbed just a little more firmly and roughly than usual. Your fingers dug into Dabi’s flesh as firmly as they could, making Dabi moan with delight, like a purr from a patchy lion. You could once again see the heat rushing to Dabi’s face as his grew flush with your treatment.

“Guess I’m not the only kinky one in the League, huh,” you murmured, before pressing your hand into the upper portion of Dabi’s stomach. Rather than simply press or knead, you dug your fingers in firmly and PUSHED down as hard as you could. Dabi’s stomach was so tight and firm that it barely made an impact. However, it was enough to press a sizeable pressure pocket up Dabi’s gullet.

The young scarred villain grimaced, before throwing his head back and letting out a large, roaring belch in response.

“OOOOOOOOOOOORRRRAAAAAAAAAAARRRP!!!!”

The sound was deeper than the others, very guttural, likely from how stuffed Dabi was. When it ended, Dabi gasped breathlessly and glared down at you.

“That hurt,” he hissed lowly, grabbing the back of your head and forcing you to look up at him. Lean as he was, Dabi was a surprisingly strong individual. Not enough to hold his own against some of the more physical heroes out there, but still not someone a person should ever take lightly.

“…I’ll bet it did,” you remarked.

There was silence in the room. Then, Dabi released you, as if giving you the go-ahead to resume. You pushed your palms firmly into Dabi’s ample gut some more, causing a string of loud, FORCEFUL belches out of Dabi’s maw, each one leaving your ear ringing just a little from your close proximity. Despite the discomfort each push had, the release of pressure in his tightly bloated stomach brought Dabi much needed relief. With each massive belch that erupted from the young, drunken villain, you could feel Dabi’s belly deflate just ever so slightly from the release of pressure, as well as the rumbling gurgle of pressure rushing out from Dabi’s gut and up his throat.

Then, you practically hugged Dabi’s stomach with both palms and gave it one final firm SQUEEZE.

A lesser person would’ve thrown up at such a rough treatment of such an immensely bloated state. Instead, Dabi threw his head back and expelled an utterly MONSTROUS belch, louder and longer than all the others.

“BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRR-UUUURRR-OOOORRRR-Huh-HUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRP!!!!!”

A whopping nine seconds passed in the wake of that rumbling monster. When it finally ended, Dabi sighed with immense relief and slouched back in his chair. The expulsion of so much stomach gasses at once left Dabi utterly winded, but immensely satisfied and relieved as the pressure against his belly felt alleviated by your actions.

You, meanwhile, swooned something fierce. “…Excuse you,” you muttered, gently patting Dabi’s belly.

“Hmph, bet you enjoyed that,” Dabi mused, smacking his lips contently.

But you leaned in and kissed him across the cheek. “Not as much as I’m sure YOU did…”

Dabi looked back at you, eye to eye and said, “…That kinda presumption can be dangerous, y’know.”

“Don’t we live for danger…crave it…?” you responded right back. “I’ll bet you think it’s dangerous that I know you’re as into this as I am…”

“Maybe,” Dabi conceded. “I do prefer to keep my interests to myself.”

“…You keep a LOT to yourself.”

“…Still,” Dabi commented, “…doesn’t hurt to have someone around I can share all this with.”

Dabi’s palm caressed your cheeks as he pulled you up once more. You could actually feel Dabi’s palms heating up, almost like when he would use his quirk. Fortunately for you, no flames rose from his palms. Instead, he pulled you in close and locked lips with you once more. Your mind was always a flutter whenever you could feel Dabi’s tongue within you.

After a moment, Dabi pulled away, licked his lips and said, “…You don’t taste half bad…” Dabi mused to himself. “…I’ll bet you’d go down squirmier than he did…maybe we oughta find out…how about it, my little snackling…?”

Your face heated up some more at Dabi’s predatory teasing. “…Find me a way to go down undigested…and I’ll go down as smooth or as roughly as you want…”

This time, Dabi bit his lower lip, eyes darkened by his shadow once more.

“…Now, when you say ‘going down…’“

#belliesandburps #belly kink #<3

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