First time writing smut. Long time reader. Some content warnings: minor blood reference, choking, implied anal, pet play, uhhhmm…probably more but I blacked out writing this. Read at your discretion.
I also don’t know how to make this post have pretty font :(
He was always eager to try something new with you. Though, almost everything you had experimented with in the bedroom (and kitchen, and living room, and the little alleyway between this complex and the next) had been initiated by him. There was never a conversation about it, he would come home with a raging fever in his deep blue eyes and give you that piercing glare before he took control. Whether you were enjoying yourself or not wasn’t any of his concern, or yours, for that matter. When he was in the mood for a little extra release, you were his favorite play thing.
When at home, you stayed collared, per his request. It was a thick black leather band with an intricate silver lock at the back of your neck to keep it in place. The edges were embellished with blue stitching and the words “Dabi’s Pet” were kept front and center. It had some wear and tear from the abuse it withstood but you didn’t want to replace it. It reflected the work of so many delicious memories, including the day he had brought it home for you.
“I had something made just for you, doll. My sweet pet.” He had just come through the door and instructed you to close your eyes and stand facing away from him in the center of the living room. As he approached you from behind, a chill crept up your back and your face flushed. Each footstep you heard get closer made your heart beat harder and drop lower into the pit of your stomach. He pressed his chest against your shoulder blades and reached his right hand around your neck. The rough calloused skin of his palm felt like sandpaper as it tightened around your throat. You could feel your vessels struggling to keep blood flowing to your foggy brain. “This should help keep me at the front of your mind when I’m gone. You’ll wear it just as tight as I tell you to. While this is on, all I want you to think about is my hand pressing against your pretty little throat.” He emphasized his point by digging his nails in, allowing a bit of extra heat to lick at the skin and brand crescents into your flesh. Your breath stuttered and you arched your head back into his shoulder so he could dig in deeper. “Every breath you take is one that I allow. I would never let go if I didn’t have to.”
He gave one last lingering squeeze before releasing his grip. You took in a deep breath and held it, savoring the way your lungs could expand to their extent again. As you decompressed, you felt your legs go weak and you had to lean into him for support. Your head lolled to the side, your cheek against the soft material of his shirt. You closed your eyes and took another deep breath in through your nose. His cologne was a deep scent of bergamot and spice that made your insides flutter and melt. It was subtle enough that it didn’t give you a headache but potent enough to rub off on your own skin and clothes. Whenever he was away, you’d bury your face in one of his discarded shirts just to feel this same sense of euphoria.
As you leaned more heavily into him, you could feel him tense and shift his weight to better support you. He massaged your shoulder with his thumb rubbing little circles into the base of your neck. Despite his desire to inflict pains on you, he was tender most of the time. A guttural sigh reverberated through his chest against your spine and he pushed his hips forward just enough for you to feel his growing erection against your ass. “Is it as hard for you as it is for me when we’re apart?” His voice lowered, almost pained. “I become consumed by the details of a million fantasies. So vivid that I start to feel sick while waiting to play with you.”
Dabi reached his other hand behind himself and grabbed something out of his back pocket. You could hear a crisp jingle of metal as he pulled it out and around in front of you. “Look.”, he demanded. The leather was shiny and glistened with fresh oil. Though you could only see the back of it, you noticed a few small spikes spattered down the inner length of the strap. The thought of having those sharp points pressing into your flesh made you grow warmer between your thighs. The burns on your neck felt like they were starting to light up again.
“Do you like it? I noticed how much wetter you get whenever I sink my teeth into you.” Dabi tilted the collar slowly so the metal caught the light, the tips shining with sharp precision. Your lower stomach clenched hard and made your hips jerk forward at the thought. Dabi’s free hand scratched slowly up your arm, your shoulder, right behind your ear, and up the back of your neck. He tangled up a fistful of your hair and twisted his wrist back and to the left, exposing your neck toward the ceiling. You could feel his warm breath as he leaned in. Felt it vibrate your inner ear when he moaned deep and pressed his lips and the tip of his tongue right under your ear lobe. You let out your own sheepish moan as his tongue traced a line down before gently nipping at your skin.
He took the collar and pressed the spikes into your thigh, high enough to make you squirm and push harder against them. His hand dragged the spikes away from your center before bringing them back to the front and made small circles, drawing closer in and up until a metal tip brushed against your throbbing clit. Your jeans dulled the sharp points but you still gasped at the touch. He held the collar in place with his palm and rubbed his finger tips down the seam until he found your soft spot. He pressed up hard and squeezed his palm causing your knees to buckle and shake.
“You’re so warm, sweet girl. You make my flames feel like dying embers in comparison.” He started pulsing his fingers, urging your hips to roll into his rhythm. “I wanna see what it takes to make you ignite.” He gave a hard tug before releasing his grip on your hair. The pressure between your legs disappeared as he took a step back. You stood as still as you could. Your whole body shivering and uncomfortable with the sudden loss of pleasure. You could hardly focus on anything more than the beating of your heart in your head, your chest, your stomach, your…
“On your knees, darling. Put your hands together behind your back. Chin up, please. That’s a good girl.” You did as you were told, sitting up as straight as your faltering muscles could bear. He stepped back towards you and brushed your hair behind your ears and up off your neck. He lifted it and tied it into a high ponytail, pulling it tight to your scalp. He gripped the ponytail close to your head and slowly tugged back until your were looking up at him. His eyes were soft but piercing, staring into yours as he stroked his thumb under your jaw.
He knelt down to one knee, his gaze unwavering, his face mere inches from yours. At this distance, you could take in every detail of his beauty. His unmarred skin was pale and flawless like marble. His burns had healed and left behind wine colored markings and scars reminiscent of crushed velvet. The light glinted off the dozen metal rings he decorated himself with. And his eyes were blue enough to put the ocean to shame. You could drown in their depths. So incredibly bright yet haunted with immeasurable darkness.
The only thing that moved between both of you was his hands and the collar he wrapped around your neck. The buckle in the back secured tight, just loose enough for you to breathe and swallow. You heard a tiny click then saw Dabi clasp something behind his own neck. A small silver key swung from a thin chain he then tucked under the collar of his shirt.
“You look so beautiful. I don’t think I’ve done a single thing in my life that meant I deserved something as special as you.” He leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “Now let me show you what I’ve been thinking about all day.” His mouth pressed down hard, teeth grinding together as his tongue curled to caress yours. His hands found their way under your shirt and bra and squeezed your breasts together, rolling your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. You couldn’t catch any air that wasn’t his first and you choked on a moan that caught in your throat.
Hands still behind your back, you reached out to palm the front of his pants. He was harder than before and he humped against your hands. He groaned into your mouth and pulled away, both of you gasping. There was a metallic taste when you exhaled and you noticed red pooling at the corner of his mouth. One of his staples had stretched too far and blood started dripping onto your cheek. He leaned down and licked it off before standing and dragging you to your feet. He pushed you toward the bedroom, unbuckling and unwrapping his belt as he followed.
You crawled hands and knees onto the bed. It was still messy from this morning when he woke you up by shoving three fingers into you one at a time. The memory of how full you had felt made you arch your back. Dabi smacked each of your ass cheeks with a folded belt before tapping it softly against your inseam. You struggled to unbutton your pants and started pulling them down. He stopped you and shoved hard against your lower back, flattening your stomach to the bed before pulling your pants down by the legs just to your mid thigh.
Dabi reached his fingers around the crotch of your panties and rolled his knuckles against your heat. “You’re so wet for me already.” He pinned the thin cloth to the side and used his other arm under your hips to pull you closer and up again. He lolled his tongue between your folds before teasing the entrance with his barbell. The cold metal ball catching right at the inner edge. You wanted to spread your legs wider for him but your pants were restricting your legs like they were tied with rope. You reached for a pillow to squeeze to your chest as you made small circles with your hips.
He flattened his tongue and licked from your clit to your ass before turning his attention completely to your clit. He took your sweet spot between his teeth and bit gently before sucking and massaging it with his tongue. The tip of his nose rubbed against your opening as he urged you closer to the edge. He pulled back with a sloppy pop and slammed two fingers inside you, curling them towards your belly. His thumb rubbed expertly against your clit until your whole body convulsed and you bit the pillow hard.
“That’s my pet.” He continued to massage you inside and out as he praised you through your orgasm. “You’re doing so well. You look so pretty dripping down my hand. I want you to feel so good.”
Your legs refused to hold you up any longer and you sank back down into the bed sheets. His fingers still working inside you as he removed your pants completely. He pulled out quickly to flip you to your back. You watched as he stood at the foot of the bed and pulled his shirt off in one swift motion. His black jeans were already unzipped and you could see his boxers bulging. He must have noticed you staring because he smirked as he pulled them down together. His cock sprung free and your thighs clenched at the thought of him filling you up.
He crawled onto his knees on the bed and lifted your legs to his shoulders. His length rested on your pubic mound, almost reaching your naval. He took a second pillow and settled it under your hips. In his hand he held a short leash that matched the leather of your collar. He looped it around his own neck, threading the clasp through the handle creating a slip noose. He clipped the other end to your collar and leaned back, pulling the leash taught. The spikes buried themselves deeper as he did. You let out a pained whimper and humped against him.
“Easy, doll. You got yours already. It’s my turn.” He took his cock in his hand and lined it up to your pulsing hole. Slowly, he fed every inch of himself into you. The piercings along his length popping in and dragging along your walls drove you mindless. The pressure built deeper and deeper until the tip of his cock kissed your cervix. You pushed against him wanting him to go further in even though you didn’t think your body could take any more.
He growled as he bottomed out, his arms tensed at the sides of your head. You cautiously took the leash in your hand and pulled it tighter around his neck. He looked up at you with glazed eyes. “Harder.”
You wrapped the leash around your fist and yanked it tight enough to hear him wheeze. He brought his hips back and out before slamming right back down into you. His pace quickened like a rutting animal. He shifted his weight to one arm and slapped you hard across the cheek before shoving his fingers into your mouth. You closed your lips around them and let your tongue play. He lifted your legs higher to your chest, his weight heavy on your thighs as he tried to hit the spot he knew would leave you a spasming mess around him.
You made a quick tug on the leash when he found it. As if your moaning wasn’t going to let him know first. He moved quicker, panting now as he chased his own release. He thrust hard into your soft spot, getting sloppier with every stroke. You felt your walls squeeze tight as your body arched up off the bed. He took his fingers from your mouth and wrapped his arms under your hips, holding you down as he let his full weight press over you, pushing your knees to either side of your head as he brought you both to finish with a few shuddering thrusts. You could feel his warm cum pour into you before overflowing into a thick puddle on the pillow beneath you.
He kept you there, pinned beneath him, both of you gasping for breath. Your bodies were damp and sticky with sweat. You hadn’t noticed before but there was a faint smell of burnt cloth. You looked off to the side and noticed blue flames licking the pillow in the faint shape of a hand.
He carefully rolled himself beside you, removing his softening cock and allowing his cum to flow out freely. The leash lay slack between you but still kept you attached to one another. He held your hand and kissed the back of it looking up at you under heavy eyelids. His other hand played lazily in the mess between your thighs. You let out small moans at every drifting touch.
“I have a few more things I want to try.” He moved one slick covered finger down to your ass and slipped the very tip inside. You clenched hard around the intrusion. “I haven’t given this part of you very much attention. She feels tight.” You squirm against his touch, your face flushing red hot. “Now obey like a good pet.”
