Art student stoner Armin who ties his painslut gf down and tortures your little clit. Hes so mean,, he starts by brushing it lightly with some paint brushes and blowing the smoke from his blunts on it but moves on to more sadistic things like squeezing it between tweezers and dripping hot wax on it, eventually bringing in strong vibrators and denies your orgasms for hours at a time, pulling away the vibe right when you're about to cum and replaces it with heavy slaps from his cock, spitting pretty praises at you with a sadistic look across his face "Fuck so pretty, yeah spread that pussy baby, let me see that pretty little angel clit, cum without my permission and see what happens."
Summary: Dabi insists on teaching you how to touch yourself- though it’s more for himself than for you tbh
Content + Warnings: Dabi x F! Reader, mirror sex (petting, no intercourse), clit play, praise, edging, mentions of vaginal fingering, use of “good girl” and “sweet thing”, a bit of temperature play at the end, coming untouched, everything is consensual
Word count: 1.2k
Dabis fingers danced around the small pouch if your stomach, just below your navel.
Dainty, defined Index and ring fingers slid onto either side of you, pulling up slightly to peel the sticky hood of your clit up ever so gently.
The steady grip he still had on your chin kept your eyes focused on his actions, feeling his lips curl upwards in amusement where your cheeks where pressed together.
"There she is." Dabi groans hoarsely, almost as if he was the one getting touched. He was definitely getting off to the display though, if the bulge against your lower back was anything to go by.
Left to wander by its neighbours bracketing you, his middle finger was free to torment your clit.
You anticipated it as much as you feared the stimulation; clit on full display with its hood held up firmly and giving him full access to your sensitive pearl.
"Shall we wake her up?" He whispers, as if your pussy wasn't already soaked, eyes locked on yours through the mirror. Your own were still forced to observe what was happening below:
His finger was circling the air, a mere flick away from your clit. Every 3 or so rounds it would dip ever slightly lower and make your breath hitch and hips buck, expecting to be touched.
Alas, each time he would pull away just enough to deny you of your pleasure.
His chuckles could be felt more than heard, your brows furrowing the more his smile widened. The fingers framing you suddenly spread even more, showing off wet pink folds that parted with grooling strings.
"Fuck" He choked out, swallowing. You felt his dick twitch behind you. "You want it that bad?"
You bit your lip so hard it hurt.
"Tell me." Dabi's voice almost a whisper.
"Yes." You managed to say, though meekly and through clenched teeth.
"Atta girl, you can be so good when you want to be, hm?" He places a wet, open mouthed kiss on your cheek;clearly winded from watching you.
His finger finally descended; making contact and causing you to close your eyes in bliss.
Tap-tap-tapping your cute pink button over and over again, Dabi’s fingers squeezed your jaw and mumbled into your cheek; eyes not leaving the mirror once:
“Keep those pretty eyes open for me, yeah? This is a lesson, afterall.”
Despite your barely contained whimpers and clenching gummy walls, you could have sworn he was affected more than you- If his ragged breathing and slightly shaky grip was anything to go by.
“Yeah…that’s good..good girl.” Almost just a whisper, he seemed to be talking to your pussy more than you. His eyes not once leaving the delicious pink reflection between your legs.
His tapping switched to slow, languid circles around your pearl. It was almost a relief on the poor thing; fully exposed and unable to hide as it was mercilessly tapped was just shy of too much for you to handle.
Dabi continued to place wet, open mouthed kisses on your cheek as he hazily watched your cunt clench in the mirror; briefly tempted to trace a finger down to feel you pulsing around it.
He was having way too much fun watching you tremble underneath him teasing your clit to be bothered though. The sweet little button was made for pleasing you after all, who was he to deny you such bliss?
“Dabi...please…!” You choked out as the circles began to tighten, almost just right.
“Yeah? What’s wrong? Use your words, sweet thing.”
You could feel his grin widen more against your spit-slicked cheek and it took almost all of your energy to form the next words:
“Touch me!”
His chuckle was quickly followed by another breathy kiss. “I am touching you though.”
Just as you were about to retort, Dabi’s finger swiftly glid right over your aching pink pearl, causing you to whine and burrow your face into his neck, hips bucking up to chase the feeling.
Dabi cooed at your display, briefly looking away from the mirror and to your shaking form in his arms.
“Aww, haha…alright then, I’ll give you what you want.”
Skilled fingers immediately pinched your sticky clit, causing you to wetly gasp against his neck, relieved that he seemed to have given up making you watch for now.
The pinching was interrupted by a few tight, rapid circles.
Dabi alternated between pinching, swiping over, circling and gently flicking your sweet little bud- not once letting your hood glide back over your clit to protect it from his torture.
“shit, you’re so wet. It’s hard to get a grip” He mumbled mostly to himself, almost drooling at the sight of his slick-drenched fingers working over you. Captivated by how your clenching cunt joined his actions in filling the room with wet clicking.
The hardness you felt pressed against you from under his jeans only seemed to have grown throughout your little session, but your brain was so melted you hardly paid it any mind- too busy gasping and moaning against Dabi’s neck as he sped up. The delicious heat deep in your belly taking over.
“Come on, come on, let me see you cum. Will you cum for me? Hm? Will you let me see your pretty pussy cum? Be a good girl for me, give it to me, please.” Dabi gasped, eyes locked back on your pink folds, trying to spread your lips as wide as he can as he rubbed over your throbbing clit with his sticky middle finger. He sounded so desperate, out of breath. He really wanted to see it. Almost certain he’ll cream his pants once you do.
A sudden new sensation spread throughout your entire body, starting at Dabi’s current object of affection: your clit.
Heat.
Warm, simmering heat covered your clit, travelling over your soft, squelching pussy all the way through to your soul, making you gasp and arch your back off of Dabi.
His finger didn’t stop, swiping over you over and over again, clit almost burning in the most delicious way imaginable. You choked out a gasp, eyes flying open just in time to see Dabi’s cheshire grin in the mirror before the feeling in your belly explodes like a firework.
You squirted on the mirror, cunt clenching around nothing as your clit throbs.
It wasn’t a lot, barely enough to cover Dabi’s fingertips and a few drops on the carpet and mirror. You barely even registered it happened, but Dabi is gleaming.
“Atta girl…such a good girl. Came so much for me, didn’t you? Fuck, you look so good…”
He seemed really out of breath, a bit manic even. You could sense him watching the last of your orgasmic contractions in the mirror as his finger cooled down against you.
Bastard. Using his quirk like this...of course he would.
With one last swipe over your overstimulated clit, he took his hand away; letting your hood cover your poor pearl again, hiding it from his torment. Dabi shuffled a bit to kiss your ear, letting you regain your breath.
“Did so well for me…thank you.” He gently carded his clean hand through your hair, wiping the sweat from your brow. Smiling down at your exhausted form.
“Give me a moment,” You gasped out between breathes, not once opening your eyes. “ I’ll help you out in a sec.”
“Uh, no need.” Dabi replied.
Seems like he did need to change his underwear, after all.
Synopsis: After half a year of endless teasing (and a distinct lack of acting upon it), it finally comes to a head while out celebrating New Year's Eve.
Warnings: nsfw/18+ content; semi-public teasing, mentions of drinking (reader's tipsy), kinda mean!dabi, some dirty talk, fingering, clit play, edging, oral (both receiving), tongue fucking/face fucking, like one spank, mirror sex, bathroom sex, unprotected sex, & creampie
Word Count: 5.3k
A/N: It's 2024. You know what that means? It's time to say it. Every year. You can't stop me. I'll always say it. It's time to start the new year out with a bang!!
:D
There he is.
The pounding of your heart was nearly overwritten by the bass shaking the dark walls. Pitch black shrouded the buildings and bright lights brought in the luminescent glow. Pinks and purple and oranges and greens. Bodies wrapped in tinsel necklaces, glow sticks, and tight, revealing clothing. A large digital clock sat behind the DJ across the crowded room, ever inching closer to the night’s climax.
Three shots in, the warm turned to hot. The cool air dropping from the hidden vents could only do so much whenever you bumped into a different body on the dance floor. A few you could make out faces with the collection of glow sticks all around you. Some drunker than you, others interested in getting closer. A few were turning their backs and getting closer with someone else. Grinding against each other and the darkness hiding wherever else their bodies might be touching.
But you weren’t interested in the pretty people around you. There was one you’d been playing cat and mouse with all night. For months, actually. It was like a six month game of edging since it’d started. One decision to sit outside with him, all alone, looking up at the stars, a short skirt showing off your legs and his shirt left partially open…
Nothing more than a kiss.
It’d never been more than a kiss since then. Not during the dinner you’d gotten together after and he kept his hand on your leg the entire time, skating it up until it snuck beneath your dress. You weren’t even able to get him alone that night to ask him about it. So, next time. You’d talk next time. You even played a bit of the game yourself, keeping your hand on his upper thigh during a movie you watched at his place with the rest of your friends. Hidden beneath a thin blanket, you only dared to go up just high enough to feel him. Hard.
“Goodnight,” he whispered, sharp eyes lingering when you eventually left.
Without anything conclusive.
Time after that, he asked you to help him grab a cooler from the car during a trip to a local lake. Everyone else was busy, so you agreed. When you were alone by the car, you got to feel the warm metal curve against your back as his tongue dipped inside your mouth. His hands skated over your waist as he closed the gap between you. And his knee…his knee nudged yours apart and pressed up. Right against your bikini bottoms, making your thin cover up ride up with it.
“Dabi,” you muttered as his knee dragged against you.
But then a stick broke far off behind him, and he was gone. Hand already on the cooler, eyes looking right at you as if nothing had just happened, waiting. One of your friends came back to grab the bag of snacks, and you had to be quick to fix your cover up before they noticed.
Had to get into the water fairly quickly afterwards, too.
That was the game. Don’t get caught, and never more than a touch. A few touches. Mostly kissing. Lots of kissing. Dabi could kiss like he was leaving in the morning and you’d never see him again. Like a demon stealing innocence. An obsession taking root and spurning a craving that could never be satiated.
It’d been six long months of it.
Now, you’d been from your apartment to a restaurant up the road and to the club with everyone, and Dabi hadn’t taken his eyes off of you once. Maybe it had something to do with the short, sparkly, black dress you had on that you had to be careful while bending over in. It hugged your frame as you spun, and you had to tug the bottom down if you raised your hands too high. A poor design, but damn, it wasn’t just soft and warm, it was sexy. And for the last night of the year, you wanted to look as phenomenal as you could.
Maybe tease Dabi along the way, too.
Two hands were warm against your waist as you spun to look at the clock. Just a few minutes left until the ball dropped. Dabi didn’t seem like the kind of guy who’d want to do a New Years kiss. But as the hands skated over your waist and you were hauled back against his familiar lean frame, maybe he was. Although, that’d be the joke now, right? You had his lips memorized, and tonight would be the one night you wouldn’t taste them.
You planned on saying something smart as you pressed your hips back. His thick belt threatened to catch on your dress, but you didn’t care so long as the front stayed down. The adrenaline kicking through your veins was more than enough to fuel you. The darkness was just the icing on the cake. You could only imagine what was happening around you that the darkness hid and the music was loud enough to silence.
Planned. That was the key word. You angled your head back to say something, feeling something hard that was just his belt buckle against your ass. But the warmth of his lips hitting your neck shut you up. The words left you in a sigh that was carried away by some mix of music you didn’t even recognize. The kisses seared your skin, made your heart pump faster, your knees a little weaker.
His hands went up, up, up until they cupped your chest as his teeth scraped the sensitive skin.
“Hell of a dress,” he damn near growled next to your ear. Just loud enough for you to hear. Even still, it was the first time his hands hadn’t roamed and just gone straight for you–it was hard to focus on anything else besides how his hands squeezed your breasts. “Can’t take my fucking eyes off you.”
As soon as they were there, Dabi’s hands were back on your waist. Almost a blink and you’d miss it, somehow. Your mind spun as his hips pressed against you a little harder. His erection dragged across the sweet of your ass, and his lips were back on your neck.
“Glad you like it,” you mused, moving your hips slower than the song warranted; than you wanted. But if Dabi was going to tease, you were too. “It’s a little small though. Short. Gotta be careful, D, otherwise…”
You made a show of slowly reaching back, dragging your hand across his stomach, bringing it lower, grazing his erection, and…tugging the back of your dress down. As far as it’d go.
“I’d hate to be immodest around you,” you added, a cheeky tone tacked on for extra measure.
Adrenaline spurred in your gut as Dabi’s hands twitched. He held onto you a little tighter.
“Mhm, we can’t have that. Here…”
His hips pulled back as the song started to change. Louder. Faster. The glow sticks turned to blurs around you, moving in motions that weren’t fully like dancing. But in the dark, it was hard to tell if the thrusting glow sticks were attached to hips, and if those hips were thrusting into nothing, somebody, or something.
The warm tips of Dabi’s fingers sent a shiver down your spine. They grazed the inside of your thighs before the bottom of your dress was stretched and wrinkled. His fingers closed around it and nudged the back of your legs. Your ass, really. The cold metal of the silver rings going across his fingers pressed against your skin.
“I’ll keep it right here for ya,” he murmured, the backs of his fingers nudging your ass once more. Even the slightest attempt at dancing brought about contact. Contact that was close to where you really wanted it.
Where you’d wanted it for the last six damn months.
“Dabi.” A warning. A curiosity. What game was he playing? And was it the same as yours? What were the limitations of this round? The goal? The tease?
His fingers brushed against you once more. Closer. Lower. Kept your dress modest, but the rest of you a twisting ball of unmoving lust. The only glow stick bracelet that wasn’t moving. The only heart that was matching the beat of the rest while standing with your legs locked and hands down by your side.
His knuckles swiped right against where you were sopping wet.
Your hips pressed back against the needed, desperate, craving plea for contact.
The clock was a blur behind the DJ, dancing to his own loud tunes, ticking closer and closer to the new year. A new start. He cheered as the song ended, and then his voice cut through, erasing the music. Dabi’s knuckles stayed as the silent room didn’t stay silent. Beneath the DJ’s hollow words, there was panting, jingling, laughing, cheering, moaning. Some glow sticks stopped. Others kept moving. A hand beneath a skirt, a bracelet half-hidden. A pair of glow stick glasses thrown back with a person’s head as their hips moved against their dance partner. The blurs in your peripherals, much more hidden before the dancing stopped, fixing what was now obvious.
Dabi, still, kept his hand there.
“Let’s go,” he whispered beside your ear.
“Where?” you asked. Hopeful. Too hopeful. But between your legs, you felt yourself clench. The possibility of something more was too great to pass up. Far too great. “They’ll know we left, won’t they?”
“Nope. They’re all shit faced and waiting for that clock to hit that pretty number.” He rubbed his knuckles across the growing damp spot on your underwear, the people around you none the wiser. “C’mon. Gonna getcha out of these soiled clothes.”
Turning around to look at Dabi was a mistake. Any rationale left in you vanished the instant your eyes landed on his. They sparked brighter than the glow sticks framing him, and the way he licked his lips…. You were following him before the DJ started his next sentence.
You were down a hallway before you realized there was a little bit of light back here. Heard the faint voice of the DJ as you rounded a corner and went down some stairs. There was a set of bathrooms there, behind another turn, where nobody was. Not much sound carried down here, but there were cameras set up to give away Dabi getting the door for you before following you in. Someone was going to see that. They’d know.
They’d know that was you that gasped as your back hit the door and Dabi’s mouth chased yours.
His fingers were so quick to find your hem. Up it went, hauling your dress to your waist. Modesty be damned, apparently. He had your sheer black thong exposed for all in the bathroom to see. Miraculously, it seemed to just be the two of you in there. The half a dozen stall doors left open, the sinks not in use, and the nearby trash can nearly empty. Just your feet scuffling against the tile floor and shaking the door as Dabi’s hand turned your chin to make you look right, and his mouth found your neck.
You pawed for a deadbolt that wasn’t there as his hand went down and there were his fingers, swiping over your cunt slowly and sweetly. Teasing touches much akin to how he’d swipe your inner thigh during dinners, movies, any outing where he could sneak his hand there without getting caught. Left you twitching and squirming as adrenaline pumped through your veins and desire seeped through your underwear.
Nothing was said but a growl left low against your neck as he licked a line up your jugular like a vampire who’d found his prey. Nothing needed to be said. Your fingers had never worked faster to sloppily undo buttons, but you needed to touch him. Skim your hands over his scarred chest, the slightly raised collection endless stories you’d heard over the years. The fights, the jokes, the fuck its. Down over where toned muscles flexed under your fingers. The back trailed over the small line of dark hair leading into his jeans and your fingers hooked around his belt. Off. Needed that off to get to where he was straining in his jeans. To get him inside you. To–
His fingers slid down the front of your underwear, and there it was. Finally. Your head was a thump against the cold door. His fingers were warm as they pressed against you, searching, touching, teasing. Another sound reverberated in Dabi’s chest. Louder. Some rumbling mixture of a growl, groan, moan, and laugh. It brought his fingers from running between your folds to skating right on down and one teasing your entrance.
You took it with a gasp and a tug against his belt.
He barely had his first finger curled inside you when a second went in for the next thrust.
The booming sound of music backing the DJ’s voice shook the door, but it wasn’t loud enough. Not even remotely. The acoustics in the bathroom amplified the conglomeration of gasps, whimpers, moans, and pure sloppy fucking of his fingers plunging into you. The squelching was obscene as he pressed his hand flat against your cunt, grinning against your neck and nipping at the sensitive skin, rubbing his fingers where it made you weak. Knees threatened to buckle as your walls fluttered, the build up of months of waiting for this circling inside you like a building tornado.
His name was a stutter on your lips, eyes closed, hands shaking as you squeezed his belt.
“Maybe we should wait,” he murmured against your jaw, grin poking through fiery kisses. “Fucking you against the bathroom door? I’d never be so crass.”
He plunged his fingers deeper, the tips curling right against your sweet spot. The heel of his palm rubbed your clit. His smirk was branded into your cheek.
He wanted a reaction. One that wasn’t just your knees buckling and you whimpering his name. Sure, you started to shake as his fingers stayed just like that, teasing and teasing and teasing. But he’d stop just to fuck with you–he would. He’d proudly step back, show off his fingers, and leave you on the verge of climaxing. Go back out there and watch the clock tick right on to the next day, drink, dance, and lounge back in a booth like nothing had happened. Then you’d go home alone and fuck your fingers like they were his like you always did after outings with him.
Yeah, you weren’t doing that again.
His palm dragged against your clit as you peered down through half-lidded eyes. Took deep breaths, deeper even, when everything started to reach that breaking point. A few curses snuck out; your cunt clenched; you dug your teeth into your bottom lip to keep yourself from giving away that you were close, close, closer. His belt unbuckled fairly easily beneath your fingers just as his fingers slowed to a particularly frustrating stop.
You barely got his belt undone when he knew. His fingers stilled as your mouth fell open, eyes closing, the rough leather of his belt pressing into your palms. Balanced on the tips of your toes, just a little more movement would’ve sent you over. Just a little move of his palm, his fingers, his whole hand, just small back and forth movements…something. But nope. He remained…still.
Except where his grin pressed more kisses against your jaw, cheek, neck.
“Shit, you wanna watch the clock? Get dipped back and kissed? Raise a glass of cheap champagne when that shit DJ announces it’s January?” His hand reached back and landed on the metal door knob, making the whole door jerk slightly. His other hand wiggled just a little bit between your legs. “I’d hate for you to miss that.”
There was no way for him to fully open the door with you pinned against it. Still, he turned the knob and even dared to give it a tug. That was all you needed to kick yourself into gear. If you both left the bathroom, you were going to be stuck with the worst case of blue balls you’d had with him yet. You weren’t doing that. Not tonight.
You stopped the door with the bottom of your foot, and Dabi chuckled as you practically kicked it back into place. The latch thankfully caught as you put both hands on his chest and shoved him back. It took his hand from you, but it’d be back later. Or something else would be–and all options were damn well worth it as you stalked toward him as he settled against one of the sinks. Hands grabbed the edge as a flickering spark passed through his eyes. The wicked grin only spurred your own burning in your gut as you dropped to your knees and damn near jerked his pants open.
The hard tile pressed unforgivingly into your knees, but that was the last thing on your mind as you watched his chest heave. His rings clanked against the white ceramic and those blue eyes locked onto you. You held them with a leveled gaze as you exposed his boxers and slid your hand over his erection. His smirk turned sinful when you hooked two fingers through the front opening, and then you were staring at his red boxers. His hands shifted in your peripheral vision, but you weren’t paying attention to anything else as you freed his hard cock. Hard, silky, and already leaking precum from the tip.
One quick look up was all you gave him before you wrapped your hand around the base and pumped. His chest was moving even faster as you licked your lips. Dozens of times you’d imagined doing this. Countless. Just hauling him off to a bathroom wherever you were, the back of your car, his car–anywhere that was secure. Just to taste him. To feel his body tremble slightly as you wrapped your mouth around his tip. To hear the sigh of sinful satisfaction as you licked up the thick vein going along the bottom. To glance up and watch his head fall back as you took him as far down as you could.
A moan rumbled in his throat as his tip hit the back of your throat, and you staved off the slight gag as you repeated it. And repeated it again. Again. Again. The noises stayed sloppy, echoing just as your had, and Dabi laughed out a curse as you hollowed out your cheeks slightly and bobbed your head a little faster. Satisfaction burned uncontrollable in your gut–only to travel right to where your fingers were already going–and that curse turned into a growl.
You didn’t need a confirmation look to know Dabi was tilting his head to watch your fingers slip into your underwear to find your clit. He moved your head a little faster as you gasped, fingers rubbing quick circles over your clit. Your thighs shook, and you coughed a bit as his tip hit the back of your throat again, but you kept going. The taste of precum on your tongue, the twitching and flexing of his thighs, the slight pink coloring his cheeks…holy shit. You were doing that to him. You had him there. Hard and hot in your mouth, in your fist. The muscles trailing up his stomach tightened and his fingers curled against the base of your skull. Your cunt clenched around nothing, wishing for what was in your mouth, but you kept your fingers going.
Going, going, going. Right along with how you bobbed your head, getting him there. Closer. His knees trembling just enough to barely notice. His jaw clenched. His eyes clamped shut. Your walls clenched and fluttered and your jaw started to go slack and it was right there and–
Dabi pulled your head back and got you to your feet in the next second. His fingers were tight around your wrist, moving your hand from between your legs. Your knuckles bounced against the cold side of the closest stall’s wall, and Dabi’s fingers twitched around where he held your wrists. Both. Up beside your head, pressed right where your back was. You got one breath in before his mouth was on yours.
“Stay,” he growled against your lips, tongue curling for a teasing taste. He squeezed your wrists for emphasis. You were nodding before he even got to his knees.
You listened. Decided you were going to regardless of whatever he had planned, and damn well stuck with that decision as he pulled your underwear off. Slid it into his back pocket, eyes locked on yours, watching you take every deep breath as you’d surely watched him. And your hands stayed right where they were, even reaching up to grab onto the top of the short stall wall when his hands skated up your thighs and parted them as much as he could with your standing.
He didn’t need to give one, yet you almost needed a warning before his fingers sprawled across your cunt and kept you nice and exposed for his tongue. A tickling breath was just the preface before his tongue lapped at you. Clit–sucking, licking, humming. Down to where his fingers were already pressing back into. Pressing his tongue where they dipped in, blue eyes flicking up to watch as your whimpers turned as desperate as the rest of you felt.
Whether it was from him, you, or both, your thighs were a sticky, wet mess as his tongue pressed into you. Lapped. Dragged. Mouth wrapped around your clit and gently sucked. Brought you closer, closer, closer. No warm up before the sprint. His fingers curled inside you as he lapped at your tongue without restraint, and that was it. No door left with a lock to be picked. No bouncer standing in front saying you couldn’t go in or pass go. Just a thundering growl and smirk against your clit.
Half a year of endless teasing…
Your moan cracked across the bathroom as you gushed over his fingers.
Everything went pure white for a moment. Then those fireworks that appeared behind closed eyes found themselves shooting all across your body. A crackling and thundering shook the room, but it was a distant memory that seemed like nothing more than a little breeze as you came. Your fingers ached as you pulled on the top of the wall, hips pressing up against Dabi’s mouth, knees locking so you wouldn’t fall to the ground.
He grabbed a fistful of your ass as you ground yourself against his tongue, fingers still plunging into you without mercy. Going, endlessly, the vugular sounds competing with your gasps going in tandem with how you squeezed his fingers.
“Oh my god,” stumbled from your lips before you could stop. High-pitched. Desperate. “Dabi, Dabi, Dabi.”
Each rendition of his name clawing at the air more and more. Pleasure turned from sweet to sour as he continued to lap at your clit even when your climax trickled off and your clit throbbed. Stuck between craving more–another–and too much. Too, too, too much.
You whined his name a little louder and pulled your hips back. That’s when he stopped. A small breather before the room was moving around you. Your hands were planted on the sides of a sink, your reflection taunted you with how blissed out you looked, and Dabi’s heated gaze followed the curve of your back as his feet nudged your feet apart. Just a half a second pause, eyes locking in the mirror as your chests moved with every deep, quick breath.
He didn’t need to say anything for you to press your hips back against where his cock was still out. The corner of his mouth kicked up into another smirk, and there was his hand between your legs again. Fingers running through your sopping wet folds, gently pressing into you. Three this time. Curled against your sweet spot until you were hanging your head and biting your lip until your teeth felt sharp.
Then you felt his tip press against you. He teased you with just that a few times, rocking his hips to give you the little stretch and full before he was pulling back. It was only when you lifted your head and met his eyes in the mirror, whined his name, needy to have him inside you, did he finally snap his hips forward. Only then did he finally give you all of him, pressing his hips against your ass and dropping his head back with a satisfied, shuddering groan.
“Holy fuck,” you muttered, head hanging and hangs holding onto the sink even tighter.
You nearly jumped when a hand landed on your shoulder. He slowly moved his hips, grinding his cock against your sweet spot inside you, the shaved hair scraping against your ass with every small movement. You lifted your head, vision blurry as your eyes started to water.
“Watch,” he mused, body curving as he reached for your chin. Held it firm, keeping your eyes locked on our reflection as he kept moving his hips. His thumb swiped across your jaw when he rutted deeper and a gasp slipped out. Your cunt clenched around the sensation. “Don’t take your eyes off us.”
His hand fell when you nodded, and both went to your hips. The grip was hard, you could see where your skin pinched beneath him, as he held you. But it wasn’t for nothing. He brought your hips back halfway to meet where he snapped forward.
Oh holy shit.
The walls continued to rumble and the ceiling started to shake, but who cared about that when Dabi was fucking you like this was the only night you’d ever have together. Not like anyone could walk in and see him hitting deep. See you holding onto the sink like your life depended on it, knees and thighs shaking, gasping moans mixing with his groans and growls. The wet sound of skin against skin clapped in the room with every thrust, and surely had to be heard to anyone outside the door. But it was really, really hard to care when his cock was dragging against the spot that started to make you burn. Tingle. Feel a little weird and went right to where you needed some kind of friction against your clit.
Dabi had no protests when you carefully brought your hand back down to your clit. In fact, he only seemed more eager with his thrusts. It wasn’t exactly easy to focus between keeping yourself steady against the sink, eyes locked on your reflection, his cock filling you so fucking addictively, all while you tried to gain a steady rhythm on your clit. But, as you quickly found out, you were closer than you even realized.
As your fingers dragged over your swollen clit, as Dabi kept up his thrusts, that was it. That was all it took. It was like an invisible force field had been holding you just before your breaking point, and all you needed was the little touch to keep going forward. Your fingers rubbed, your cunt clenched, Dabi’s cock dragged inside you, and that’s all you could handle.
You slammed your other hand on the edge of the sink as your knees started to buckle, and there it was. You only caught a glimpse of how the bliss rocked you before you were hanging your head, closing your eyes, feeling the tears slip down your cheeks as you came. Squeezed Dabi’s cock as he kept fucking you, dragging the intense, spiraling pleasure out. Your moans echoed in the bowl beneath you, and you would’ve laughed at it if you weren’t trying to keep yourself standing while you pressed your hips back to get just that little bit of extra pleasure. Drag your orgasm out just a little more. Just a little longer.
It worked.
A you even earned a stinging spank against your ass before Dabi’s hips rutted forward. Deep. Deeper. Uneven thrusts. A harsh grip returning to your hips as they pressed flush against your ass, and then you were desperate to look in the mirror. To watch as Dabi’s eyes shut, and a groan was grunted out. He shook, cheeks red and hair a mess atop his head. The dark black strands half shoved out of his eyes, half hanging in front. His mouth fell open with a fuck dragged out with his groan, brows pinching, hands twitching as he came inside you.
You could’ve cum again just from that sight alone.
You would later, the sight burned into your memory. Memorized. Every detail seared permanently in there. A notion you kept to yourself as you stayed still, waiting for him to open his eyes.
He did, momentarily. Dozens of feet hit the floor above you, making the ceiling shake louder than it was before. Even still, it didn’t fill the newfound silence between you. Your quick breaths did that for you. The hard beats of your heart, too. Slammed in your ears as you cracked a grin at Dabi as he dropped his gaze to you in the mirror. His hand ran small circles where it’d spanked you earlier, soothing some of the stinging still left.
He pressed his hips forward, cock softening, just a few more times, just to make you squirm. Which you were doing, teeth digging into your lip, never taking your eyes off of him. Even when his cock slipped out and he pulled back to look down at all of you. His smirk stayed, and you only briefly closed your eyes when his hand slipped up and ran over your cunt again. The tips tease your clit enough to make you whimper and pull back, still far too sensitive to even handle that. Dabi answered it by cupping your cunt, stepping until he was flush against you again.
“My place.” His middle finger barely rubbed your clit. Just miniscule little movements. Nudging the sensitive bundle enough to make your thighs shake and your cunt twitch around nothing. “Crash there with everyone else.”
“Won’t that be too risky?”
As if fucking in the bathroom wasn’t.
“We’ll just have to be extra quiet.” He moved his finger a little faster and your knees buckled. “Can do that, can’t you?”
“We’ll see,” you stuttered, head back against him, eyes closed. He kept moving his finger while everything inside you shifted and you had to clench. “Fuck.”
He was smiling when you cracked your eyes open.
“Be there.” A whisper of a kiss was pressed to your jaw as something wet and soft was pressed into your hand. “Wanna see how many times I can make you cum with my tongue.”
A wet slap went to your cunt that made you jump, and you flinched as his fingers hit your clit. Cold washed over your back as Dabi side-stepped, running his hands under the sink beside yours. A jaggedly torn paper towel wiped across his hands and was scrunched into a ball, falling into the trashcan as he passed by it. His pants were already done, shirt working to be back to its normal state. Belt clinking with every step toward the door.
His hand wrapped around the doorknob, and you were quick to jerk your dress down as he started to pull it open. Your heart thundered in your chest as he glanced back, eyes burning and looking over you from head to toe. His grin was made of the lust that still crowded the small bathroom.
“Happy New Year,” he mused with a teasing, playful, sarcastic tone.
The door shut with a solid thud behind him, and you stared at the thick wood. A loud laugh slipped out of you as you fell back against the sink, thigh clenching just like the rest of you. You peered down at your underwear, letting it dangle from your fingers.
“Yeah,” you muttered.
What a goddamn way to start off the year.
You looked back at your reflection and wiped off some smudged mascara.
Holy fuck. Yeah. You laughed again and let the cold edge of the sink press into your back.
You were damn well going to figure out a way to his place.
Keigo’s bigger, softer around the edges but still with that slight cut of pristine muscle lining his torso and limbs. His wings thicken, puffy with a fat down blanketing them with gentle red bristles.
Sweaty too. He doesn’t want to wear any clothes. Granted, he says that all the time. But now it’s not just a want, it’s a need. A priority. He doesn’t feel fit to carry out his primitive desires when he’s being held back and restrained by all that stupid cotton and leather. He needs to be free, needs to let his manhood breathe. Otherwise how could he possibly carry out his responsibility as a daddy? That’s right, he couldn’t.
You leave him to his ludicrous antics of digging out nests in your bed. Making a fine art of curling every blanket, quilt and pillow in the house into a cushty barricaded circle atop your mattress, slapping at the cuddly pile of fabric with an almost crazed look, claiming that your “eggs” are going to be so warm and safe there. Or otherwise scenting you, rubbing his damp neck and hair all over your body, starting off with a gentle kiss to your temple, before sliding down your torso to rub his palms against that little pouch of flesh he knows he’s going to put his babies in, eventually.
Keigo doesn’t like the fact that you still insist on walking around the house fully clothed. He doesn’t, so why do you need to? You’re his mate, his wife, his other half. He knows it’s time to procreate, so why don’t you?
He follows you around the house on another one of your cleaning sprees. His nose wrinkles at the acrid scent of chemicals and lemon in the air, scratching at his throat and burning his sensitive nostrils as you continue to wipe the surfaces and spray away the scent of masculine sweat he worked so hard on drowning the house in. Do you really want another male entering his territory?
There’s only the slightest ring of yellow encircling his otherwise blown pupils. He tunes out after the first 10 seconds of your ranting and scolding. Something about how nobody’s going to “steal you away” if he doesn’t piss on the front door. Yeah, we’ll see about that, he scoffs to nobody but himself, plucking a bent feather from his rugged cape of crimson to flick and mould it back to shape, flicking at the fibrous hairs.
“Keigo, are you even listening to me?” You clap your hands in his face, attempting to garner his attention. “Hello?”
He doesn’t like that one bit, the flailed movements seeming all to similar to an opposing threat, a predator. He blinks away the carnal instinct to rip your arms out of their sockets and puncture your skull with his teeth. “Yes.”
“Well, it doesn’t fucking look like it. Can you repeat any of what I just said?”
“Stop pissing outside.”
“And what else?”
“And on the door.”
Glowing ember’s narrow as you huff, massaging your temples as you begin to pace, stomping about the kitchen with a cloth and spray bottle in hand.
He shudders at the sharp hiss of the pump, spitting at the granite counter and washing away his mark.
“Baby..” He draws closer, wings twitching at the irritating squeak of polished marble. Two large hands, both streaked with thick prominent veins clasp your waist in an attempt to bring your rear closer towards his erect, naked member.
“No, Keigo. Not right now, I’m busy.”
An elbow jabs at his ribs as you continue to scrub away at the surface, leaning over the edge with the pudgy mound of your pussy swaying against his cock and balls with a tantalising momentum.
Before you know it, the bottle is yanked out of your hand and chucked against the wall. The towel clutched between your fingers meets the same fate, ripped in two by a set of talons and left in shreds on the floor.
“Keigo!” You shriek, already pushing against him as he grips you by the neck. “Get off! What’s wrong with you!”
It’s a rhetorical question, and one he has no interest in answering anyway. Too busy with pulling the silk of your pyjama pants down to your toes, along with those stupidly skinny pieces of sheer string you seem to think pass as underwear. He can already see globs of slick bubbling along the apex of your pussy hole. He grins at the sight, running a bent knuckle through the valley of your puffy folds. At least your body knows what it was made for.
“Keigo, stop!” There’s a hint of panic in your voice, squirming as he squeezes the delicate tendons holding your spine in place. Holding you by the scruff as though you were a bad puppy.
He sighs, flecks of spit flying from his mouth in his crazed revolution. His wings extend behind him as he clutches his throbbing shaft in his palm, swirling and bathing the velvety tip in your cunny juice. “I’m sorry, chickadee. But this is just how it is in the real word.” There’s a solemn silence, a heavy seriousness to the air as though he wasn’t rubbing his pulsating slit against your clit, collecting its oozing wetness for an easier turn of events. “You gotta’ take what you want. Gotta’ just fuck it out. Otherwise, we’d go extinct.” He lets out a breathy laugh. “Wouldn’t we, honey bun?”
“Ngh — !” The edge of the counter jabs at your hip bones, rolling on delicate skin that’s sure to be bruised after the ordeal. Your waist bucks as he smacks his swollen tip against your nervous bud.
“Mmh, this is what you wanted.” He repeats the motion, flicking his wrist faster and faster until his spanking becomes rhythmic, slapping the sluggish weight of his member up and down on your pussy. It’s a strategic move on his part, torturing your poor sensitive clitty so you’ll be all that more grateful when he moves on to the main course. “Oh yeah? You like that?” He coos as your back hunches, unsure as to whether you’re trying to curl into the pleasure or away from the pain.
After collecting a sufficient amount of lubrication, he does the same, practically clambering onto the counter with your spine arched in his hands as though he were some type of feral beast or savage hound, hung and ready to fuck and breed his bitch. He squats over your quaking form, shoving you along the smooth surface until his drooling dick nestles itself neatly between the cleft of your asscheeks, bobbing against your scared twat with his tensed ball-sack swinging closely behind.
It’s a wildly contorted position, but one Keigo insists on nonetheless.
“Agh, I’ve been waiting for this.” He grunts. “I’ve been waiting so fuckin’ long, and you just wouldn’t let me fuckin’ have it.” Pulling and tugging on your swollen labia, he separate your sticky little slit until all that’s left to shield you is the tense ring of muscle defending your hole. “Well, that’s fine by me chickadee.” He slips inside with a breathy chuckle, giggling and chortling to himself even as you yelp in pain. “I’ll just do it myself.”
It’s fast paced with an ill rhythm. There’s no love or care to be felt in his thrusts, just cruel harsh punishment, a means to an end until Keigo gets to pump his babies into your precious womb, fill you with his chicks so you can finally be a family. A proper family.
“Agh, and we can do Christmas, and Halloween, and go to the beach.” The thought is almost arousing to him, motivating him into humping your rear faster. “Won’t that be fun, little bird?”
He can be sure you’re crying, or at least close to it. He pays your silent tears no mind, blaming it on the excitement of your new life taking will.
“Kei, please! I told you, I’m not ready!” You arch your neck to plead with him.
His smile falters, twisting into something much more sinister and lecherous. He clamps a palm over the back of your skull and turns you back to the wall, facing your pitiful expression away from him. “You don’t need to be ready. I’ll do everything for you.” A calm hiss meets yours ear. “All you need to do, is lay back and take it.”
He digs into your stomach, smashing your insides to pieces as you lay paralysed beneath him. Cold marble presses against your forehead, cooling your fever as Keigo claps into you from above, a heavy set of hung balls knocking against you.
“Keigo!” You chant his name, broken as you wail out a string of pained moans.
“Yeah, that’s what I wanna hear.” Keigo practically howls. “Let’s be animals baby!”
The domes of his knees crash down either side of you, evidence of his newly contorted position as he ruts into your cunt, foaming at the mouth where his teeth grind. “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck yes. Oh, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum. Gonna’ breed this pretty muff full ‘a seed.”
“Keigo, no!”
Funny you seem to think you’re still in charge. After this, you’re never gonna be empty again. He’s gonna stuff you one kid after another and as many as it takes until you become his cute little housewife. The kind that only cooks and cleans and looks after his babies while he’s out working and providing. Oh yeah, it’s all coming together sweet pea.
Keigo belts with laughter as you scream, thrashing and jerking beneath him as he spurts, spraying his seed deep inside your belly and then some. He slips out halfway, looking down to admire the ring of white sewing your gummy crevice together. “Mmh, now that’s what I’m talking about..”
Dabi slipping a clit pump onto you and being so mean about it. He has you caged in his arms, legs locked open with his own as he watches you twitch and whimper with each pump.
He chuckles breathily against your cheek; a loud, wet squelch can be heard as he pops off the pump as soon as he deems it plump enough. Placing two fingers on either side of your swollen pink gem, he jerks it like a tiny cock, laughing at your overstimulated whines.
pours a lil mountain of cocaine onto my tongue then uses my tongue to rub it into dabi’s gums slow and hard and thorough <33 grinding the substance into his tissues and teeth until it’s entirely absorbed, consumed, seeping into the tangle of tiny capillaries and shooting through his blood, leaving his face tingling with little pinpricks of sweat and his pupils gaping with rapid exhilaration, veins cracking with white electricity <3
He'd watch it drip onto your sweet nipples, down your stomach to your most sensitive area. Chuckle as it lands on your clit, right where he wants it. Oh, you just look so delectable when you jump from the sudden sensation 💙
Dabi grazing his teeth over your clit as he eats you out, occasionally capturing it between his lips to apply the slightest bit more pressure just to see you jerk in fear that he might bite. He's played this game many times before with you, yet you fall for it each time.
It's awfully cute, the way you shiver and squirm with each touch before he huffs out a chuckle and kisses your inner thigh; his eyes never leaving yours.
For all you know, he just might actually bite down one day. Not enough to hurt you too much....just enough to help satiate his cravings.
This is his meal afterall; he might aswell enjoy eating it
is THIS your man? [shows an image of a malnourished injured exhausted man with big sad eyes looking up at the camera with blood smeared all over his face and mouth. and he is visibly trembling]
Once again thinking about dabi using his quirk to toy with your little clit. I know that man absolutely loves to see you squirm and writhe in both fear and anticipation once you know what his plan is. His smirk doesn't help ease your worries about how hot his sticky fingers are gonna get as they glide over your pearl, pinching and circling it like it's something to be treasured.
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