"oh, baby.... it's like a waterfall down here." you cooed, chuckling softly when dabi moved to cover his pussy from your view with his hands.
"f-fuck off." he mumbled, his voice barely anything but a whine as he sniffled. he had been so horny all day and you just had to take a double shift of patrol. of course, by the time you got home, he had been desperately trying to get off only to find himself dissolving into a frustrated mess of tears when he couldn't. not to the same strength that you could anyways.
"i'm not making fun of you, baby. promise." you whispered, gently guiding his hands to your shoulders while you took it upon yourself to replace their role covering his pussy.
your palms glided along his puffy, swollen folds, catching the translucent, sticky liquid coating them, causing little lines of his own arousal to hold onto your touch. it was like his body was begging you to keep touching him.
dabi whined pitifully, his hips bucking up into your palms involuntarily. you hadn't even had the time to take off your hero costume before he was practically presenting himself to you on the bed like a cat in heat.
he couldn't help the way his breath hitched and how he let out a whimper when you just cupped his pussy with your hands and held him there. not doing anything just yet, you held him like a trophy in your grasp, squeezing lightly just so he could feel the pressure of your grip on him. "you're..." hic "so mean..."
"what?" you pouted, looking at him with those eyes that made his thighs shake with desire. he wanted that teasing tone to leave your voice. he wanted to kiss it out of your system. "i can't play with my sweet... slutty... sexy little villain?" you whispered lowly, moving up and leaning down to his face so that your lips were inches away from his.
he hated you, he really did. that was why his heart thumped like a jackrabbit in his chest at how close you, a hero, was getting to kissing him. it was simply his hatred for heroes that made his pussy clench around nothing. that's all.
"no. not when you made me wait for..." his eyes watered again thinking about how frustrated he had been earlier, "five hours..." fuck, he sounded so adorable. like he was about to cry as his glare melted away into a sad, tearful look.
"awwww, my poor baby. i'm sorry." you cooed, kissing him slow and deep between words as your hands squeezed his pussy tighter, one of them leaving to rub his thigh and hip while the other moved to be right on the centre of his entrance. the heel of your palm dug into his clit and his back arched high against you with a cry.
your middle and ring fingers circled his entrance slowly, teasing him and gathering the wet, sticky, delicious product of his own attraction to you before pushing in to his already stretched entrance. "is that better, sweet thing?" you asked, pulling back from your kiss--much to his displeasure--just to watch his mouth fall open and his eyes roll back like he was just a dumb slut. dabi whined, nodding as his arms wrapped around your neck and pulled you back down for another kiss like he needed it more than he needed to breathe.
the villain felt like he was gonna cum already, his thighs clamped around your hips as hard as they could, needing you to stay between them. if it was up to him, he'd have you retire from hero work just so you could stay with him, using his pussy however you pleased as long as it meant you wouldn't get up from the bed. he'd let you piss in him if it meant you'd fuck him again afterwards without him having to wait for your patrol to be over.
"you gotta answer my question, dabi. how else will i know you want me to keep going?" you told him with that annoying tone you used when you wanted something from him. firm and gentle like the one you used on the delinquents you caught during work, making sure they knew not to do whatever shit they were doing again. they never did when you were the one who caught them. just like how dabi couldn't resist doing whatever you asked when you used that stupid voice on him.
"it's better. it's good. keep going, please. please, please, please, keep going. i need it. i need it so bad." he blabbered, tears streaming down his face as he felt your fingers slowly moving in and out of him. a third one slid in beside the other two, giving him the fullness he had been craving for so long. even if he had taken far bigger than that before, this was enough to bring him to the edge.
you smiled, proud of the cute villain you had taken in as a little fuck toy. he had become so obedient over the past couple months since you guys started fucking. since he started realizing you wanted to make him feel good, he had started to comply to your demands, subconsciously becoming a submissive thing that lived off of the pleasure you gave him. "good boy." you whispered, pushing your fingers deeper into his spongey walls that were slippery from all the wetness and half-assed orgasms that he managed to give himself earlier.
dabi couldn't help it. he knew you were a hero, and as a villain he should hate you- which he did! he just liked the way you took care of him and didn’t mention it to anyone else. he liked how you let him stay in one of your apartments when you weren't there, how you left some of your toys--that he was too embarrassed to buy on his own--out for him, how you made him feel good, wanted, precious, and expensive. you made him feel so different from the bad, hated, cheap, piece of shit he really was. because of that, it was understandable in his eyes why his inhibitions against heroes went away just enough to let himself crawl back into your arms every couple weeks (which had become more like every couple days lately).
mentally, he made the same argument with himself in his head that this was okay. he reasoned that if none of the other villains, or heroes, or civilians knew he was getting his pussy worshipped in every way possible by one of japan's golden stars, this was okay. his pussy clenched around your hand hard, squirting a clear liquid onto your costume and coating your skin in juices.
he moaned loud, hugging his arms around your neck hard as he needed something to hold onto. his face hid in your hair as he let out a sob, this one of pleasure instead of untended arousal.
"again. please." dabi begged breathlessly, grinding his hips against your fingers that were still buried inside him, "please? one more time?" he pulled back to look at you with those watery puppy eyes and pathetic pout he knew always got him what he wanted.
you groaned against him and glanced down at the glistening wetness coating your hand all the way up to your wrist. "baby, i'm making you do that till you pass out."
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Your hands are pressing his to the mattress so possessively...
It's sinful how loud he moans when you stop him from grabbing onto you, pinning his scrambling and twitching hands to the soft sheets of the bed he was being fucked so mercilessly on.
"Pl- Pleasheee!~" he cries out for you and calls your name soon after. His voice is broken, desperate and a clear representation of his debauched self.
The many hours he had spent under your body, receiving the mind breaking pleasure that you had to offer him had already turned his pretty little head to mush.
Oh, but he should've known better, right? Known better than to flirt with that whore at the bar. But he just couldn't get enough of your jealously filled roughness. It was truly divine, pushing his body well past its limits.
"Hic- 'm SORRY!!~♡ Re-really am- HNGH~" his voice is breaking, it's pitch is so high and whiny as he pleads for a break, for you to slow down. But he knows he doesn't really want that, he wants to be fucked brainless, turned into a stupid little slut, your stupid little slut.
Your thrusts continued their harsh pace, bullying your darling's hole just right. You kept hitting the poor thing's bruised and throbbing prostate, driving him to orgasm for the nth time that night. But.. did you give him permission? No, you didn't.
"Wuh-wait! No 'm sorry- pleashe forgive m-me! AHN!-" his little babbling apology is cut short by yet another hard thrust and another mean bite to his already tender neck. He's biting his lip as you squeeze his pretty hands tighter and pin his body down with an even firmer grip.
No matter how much the pretty thing pleads for you to stop he never uses his safe-word, only screaming out your name like its going to make you forgive him. Well.. you already have forgiven him, but were you going to pass up the opportunity to have your baby crying and begging? No, you weren't. So he's just going to have to take it for a while longer.. ♡
KAEYA, CHILDE, dottore, kaveh, boothill, DOUMA, sunday, DAZAI, NIKOLAI, zhongli, HAWKS, wriothesley, alhaitham, dabi, dan heng, jing yuan, AVENTURINE, dr. ratio, your favs...
bratty sub dabi who never listens the first time you tell him to do something- or the second or the third
bratty sub dabi who responds best to force- shove him hard, pin him against the wall, grab him by the throat, something to get his attention, finally make him shut up. But after you've got his attention?
bratty sub dabi who completely short circuits at the soft touches, the poor thing has no clue what to do when you kiss him sweet and pet his hair. Start gentle and he'll laugh you off but pin him down first? he melts
bratty sub dabi who will still put up a good fight, laughing at your sweet words and trying to flip you over under him. But your confidence never wavers, and your big cute eyes are impossible to resist for long
bratty sub dabi who will finally relax as you shove him between your legs, coaxing him into opening his pretty mouth
bratty sub dabi who will let you buck against his face, your hands pulling his hair as he lets you use him, feeling his piercings against your clit just right
bratty sub dabi who snaps back to his bratty self as soon as you cum, whining that he didn't get off and claiming he doesn't even like eating you out
bratty sub dabi who's sweet blissed out state is a side just for you
you do your part to keep the community safe, even if no one else knows about it.
(listen im a sucker for light angst + i dont watch bnha which means i get to code any chatacter however i want >:])
if anyone were to see you, your life would be over. you would be kicked from your hero internship, labelled a villain-- shunned from society, forced away from the people you hold dear and would be on the hunt for life for conspiracy.
but somehow you always find a way back, right into dabis bed.
violence has seemed to slow down on his end, less torment, less rage. of course, like the blue flames he possesses, he burns furiously until it all burns away. but lately, things have seemed to slow down for him. the heros claimed it to be a sign that their policies and justice were working.
and to some extent it did work yes, but not in the way that they think.
"fuuuuuuuuck," he panted, scarred hands spreading himself open, a relaxed smirk on his face, "never gets old."
"don't get used to it, you never know when i'll leave-- what if i get caught?" you had to admit, it was slowly becoming the highlight of your day. no one really knew what you two were, not even yourself. you hated him and his guts, but he was so captivating and he knew how to rope you in .
"if they knew what was best, they'd let you stay." he was smirking, an almost dazed expression on his face as he let out a content sigh, lifting his scarred leg to put it on your shoulder. his hands left his ass, finding its way to a blunt, olive green wrapped in parchment. he ignited the paper easily, holding it to his lips before taking a long drag out of it. one hand had the joint, the other reached out to stroke your body, fingernails adding to the pile of red marks from your previous adventures.
dabi looked at you, before he puffed his smoke over your face, smirking at the way your nose scrunched up while your hands were on him. he always liked how you handled his body, and how easy you were to tease. he blew more smoke on your face, watching you get increasingly irritated at his doings.
he may be a villain, but he still likes to have his fun. his body felt the force of your thrusts, and he finally leaned in to catch you in a kiss. he pushing the smoke into your mouth and wrapping his arms around your sturdy neck to get you to inhale it. eventually he pushed you into a sitting position, keeping you deep in his guts. at first you resisted, not used to him with such close contact, but the way he held you so passionately and kissed you with so much force almost made you as dizzy as the smoke you were inhaling.
when he finally let you go from his grip, he still kept his lips on you for a few more seconds then necessary. but he did notice how you gripped his waist, holding onto him, and how you looked at him so warmly-- much different from the first time you saw him. you even cuddled your face into his chest, the after effects of the shotgunning clearly beginning to show.
"see? don'tcha feel so much more relaxed?" he sank down, rolling his hips while he wrapped his arm over your neck, smoking and blowing the cloudy smoke into your open mouth, and kissing you each time to seal the deal. he let his mouth do the work, riding you while kissing and marking your collarbone. you always opposed to it before, but seeing you throw your head back and groan awoke something within him.
normally you would fuck him till he passes out, something he actually was impressed with. he was by no means fragile, but somehow only you can pull that out of him. its been like that every time, so seeing you relinquish control was a bad idea. it was like giving power to a bad, bad man.
and he certainly abused it-- whatever he had planned could certainly wait. he had everything that he needed to be satisfied inside of him. he didn't stop until he was pumped full, and with your arms wrapped around him in the night.
both of you knew to not speak of the tension between the two of you, and to simply just enjoy the moment. and luckily for you, you did your job. there was no way that he could do something dangerous with him wrapped in your arms while you doze off high together.
CW: Jealousy, Face Fucking, Cum Swallowing, Pussy Spanking, Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Creampie
He’s doing it again. Getting all close to Shigaraki and acting like he isn't dating you. You're too far away to hear their conversation but with the way Dabi’s rubbing up against Shigaraki, you know they're not discussing anything innocent.
You stomp over to him and look down at the two villains. They both cower in your presence. Shigaraki realizes this is his que to leave and quickly walks out of the room.
“What is your problem? Do you realize that you're in a relationship?” You look at him with an expression he's never seen before. A mix of jealousy and anger. God, he’s so horny right now. “That was my last straw. Kneel.”
He’s equally terrified and interested to find out what you're going to do to him.
“Did you hear me, slut? Get on your fucking knees.”
Dabi falls to his knees. He’s never submitted to you before, it feels unnatural yet extremely arousing. You’re already taller than him but now that he’s kneeling, you're quite literally towering over him. He watches you unbuckle your belt and free your semi-hard cock.
“Open.” You order. He opens his mouth and lets you slide your cock inside. You grip his hair and start fucking his mouth. Dabi holds onto your legs for leverage, tears quickly falling down his cheeks as you treat him the way he’s been acting. Like a slut. He hasn’t cried in years and yet this almost has him sobbing. He can barely breath or focus on his thoughts, it hurts and his throat will definitely be sore after this. “You’re so much better like this..” You mutter. He’s finally quiet now, not acting like a spoiled brat. The only sounds he’s making are gagging noises and you much prefer that. Saliva drips down onto the floor in thick globs, he’s trying hard not to choke. You ram your cock down his throat vigorously, venting your anger out on him. He deserves it for acting the way he does.
“‘M gonna come, and you're gonna fucking swallow it, got it?” Your movements grow sloppy. You hear a muffled noise, assuming it's one of agreement. You shove yourself all the way inside of him and fill his mouth with your spend. Dabi tries his best to swallow all of it. You pull him off of you. Dabi coughs and breathes irregularly, trying to catch his breath. He looks up at you hazily, waiting for your next command.
“Get up.” You order. Dabi quickly gets up, almost falling over as he does so. You grab his arm and drag him to your bedroom. You throw him onto the bed and climb on after him. You quickly remove both of your clothes and spread his legs apart. Dabi expects you to fuck him but you have other plans. You rub his wet cunt almost lovingly before landing a harsh smack, startling Dabi. He lets out a moan, his pussy squeezing around nothing. You spank him repeatedly, abusing his poor, now swollen, pussy and feeling no remorse. His head is rolled back and he can't help but wish for more. Just a few more and he’ll come. But unfortunately for him, you stop.
You turn him around and raise his ass, sinking your thick length into his warmth. It hurts a little more than usual since he’s sore from the spanking but he loves the feeling even more because of that. You don't even give him a second to adjust before fucking him. His moans and wet slapping noises quickly fill the room.
“Sl- slow down~!” He rolls his eyes back. “Too much! ‘S too much~!”
You spank him. “Shut up, brat.” You ignore his whining. “You clearly didn’t care how I felt when you were flirting with Shigaraki so I don't care how you feel now.” You speed up. Dabi grips the sheets, letting out uncontrollable sounds. His throat is sore from before but he can't stop himself from moaning. You’re fucking him so roughly that his brain might just turn to mush. You convert all your anger into energy and use it to fuck the brat out of him. He doesn't even think to complain anymore, he just takes it. He deserves it. This is what he gets for trying to get a rise out of you.
“Shigaraki’s not your boyfriend, I am. Don't ever forget that.” You grip his hair and pull his head up, bringing him close to your face. “Got it? You’re mine.”
Dabi comes at that very moment, aroused by your possessiveness. “Yours~”
You let go of him and grip his waist, fucking him through his orgasm and overwhelming his senses. He sheds a tear for the first time in god knows how long and then he starts to cry. “..Dabi?” You slow down before stopping.
“Nn- no- keep-” He sniffles. “Keep going-”
You turn him onto his back and slide back into him. With his clearance, you fuck him at a slower pace than before and chase your orgasm. “Never thought I’d see you cry.” You cup his cheek. He leans into your touch. “I never even thought you could.”
“‘s…too.. too much..” He whimpers, bringing his hand down to his clit. He rubs it in circles, stimulating himself even more despite how sensitive he is. “so good..”
You smirk, allowing him to continue. “You’re lucky I’m in a better mood now.” You speed up. Dabi grins, his mind fuzzy as you fuck him. The both of you reach your peaks at almost the same time, Dabi’s orgasm comes first and yours follows right after. He moves his hand away and relaxes his body as your movements come to a halt. He looks at you with a goofy smile.
“I want to hear an apology.” You pull out of him and pick him up bridal style.
“‘M sorry~” He replies dreamily. “Won't do it again..”
“Good.” You bring him to the bathroom to get him cleaned up.
Thinking about Dabi with a mommy kink this fine morning.
How he struggles between wanting to earn your praise and sweet touches, and feeling like he deserves to have your heels digging into his chest for disrespect that he spews out his mouth.
hiii im a new follower and can i request a dabi x fem!domme!reader
format is full fic but if you want can you also add some headcanons at the end
kinks to add
•sadisim (reader
•masochism (dabi)
•dumbification
•frotteurism (ok idk if you make your fics automatically match with your blog theme [hospital for horny mfs like me] but can you make it so that dabi is a paitient of a hospital for sub people and reader is his most favorite doctor so theres alot of intimacy)
•master and pet themes (reader makes dabi wear a collar, very very short maid dress with frilly black lingerie, cat ears and a cat tail butt plug)
and can you make it so that the reader has a genital type quirk were reader can give people the genitals of the opposite gender and do it to herself without removing their original genital (ex. reader gives dabi a vagina and clit while still having a dick)
A/N: anon I'm in love with you. I'm on one knee rn, you have no idea (Tired asf gonna go proofread this in the morning)
CW: As stated in the ask above, GN! Pronouns, cock mentioned (can be interpreted as a strap tho), Dabi has a pussy at some point (idc, idc there's the door), fingering said pussy
Making a broken man of Dabi
What the fuck was he doing here?
Like, seriously, why the fuck was he here???
It was a strange situation, really. A hospital for incredibly lewd individuals to seek treatment-
And he of all people was here?
He didn't have lewd desires, just-
Well, fuck, he couldn't have normal sex but that didn't require an intervention or whatever this was.
He ran his tongue over his teeth as he rolled over in his hospital bed. Even the uniform was weird-
He was in a maid outfit. A black, short-ass maid dress.
"Awww, look at him blush~ Let me have him, I think we're gonna like each other."
His face burned furiosuly at the memory. When he was first admitted, he'd been uncooperative with pretty much everyone. The "doctors,"(if that's what you could even call them), the nurses, even other patients, because he wasn't like them, dammit!
He wasn't some sex-obsessed lunatic that fucked any hole in sight, he just-
He liked certain things. A lot more than most people did, but that was fine. At least he thought it was fine.
He'd scared off all but one of the staff.
You.
He couldn't make you disappear and, for whatever reason, he'd come to appreciate your presence.
You treated him more human than anyone did in this God-forsaken hell-hole. You checked on him, catered to his needs, listened to his moans and groans about this place...
He swallowed down the excitement as he realized you would be coming in today.
The one thing that set you apart from the staff was that you knew what buttons to press with him.
"I think this thong will look so cute on you~"
"You did such a good job touching yourself for me!"
"Be a good boy and lift your ass up just a little higher for me."
It was like you could read his mind.
Yeah, that was Dabi's "problem." He liked being a toy.
Your toy.
He'd always known he had a thing for being treated like shit, but he tried to keep it on the down-low.
Too bad Daddy dearest found out.
A knock came at his door, and before he could even sit up, you were entering the room, an oddly wide grin on your face.
"How's my favorite patient?"
He narrows his eyes and rolls over in his bed to face you and the door. In your hands was a duffel bag of god knows what. "You're only this happy when you have shit to try on me," he says, eyeing the bag and trying to guess what was making those bulges from every angle in it.
You laugh and ignore him despite his bite of a response. "God, Dabi, what did I tell you about keeping these blinds open?" You walk over to his window blinds and sharply close them shut, leaving the room in the eerie purple glow of the lights above. "How are you going to masturbate with any privacy in this place?"
"What, you want me in the dark all the fucking time?" He hoists himself up on one elbow and follows you as you unpack your supplies. "Yeah, the one thing that gets me hard is a dank-ass hospital room."
"Mmm, just that? Not your favorite doctor?" You fake a pout, hand halfway in the duffel. "Even after I stretched that ass last night? Even after I played with those tits?"
He throws his head back, outwardly in exasperation and inwardly with a humming arousal in his chest. Even his low sigh could be confused for an excited groan.
And one wouldn't be wrong in thinking that.
"Why do you always..." he covers his hot face, trying to put into words what he wanted to say without sounding absolutely pathetic.
But, how could one get any more pathetic laying in a maid outfit in a rehabilitation hospital for the most debauched and depraved sex-addicts?
He swallowed and began again. "You're always describing my body like...like...you know I don't have those parts, right?"
After a moment of silence, he peeks between his hand to find you smiling down at the cat ears and cat butt-plug in your hands.
Your favorites.
When you look up, its with a craze in your eyes. And why should he be surprised?
Only the most depraved could work here.
"You're saying it would make more sense to use those words if you had those..."parts?" You tilt your head innocently. Well, as innocently as someone could with a bottle of lube in their hands now accompanying the lewd accessories.
"I guess," he muttered, his hand sliding down to his jaw and muffle his voice.
He was glad you couldn't see his cock twitching to life beneath his skirt. He loved that face. The look in your eyes right before you fuck him dumb.
"Can I show you a trick?" you ask, approaching his bed and laying your "materials" next to him. "You know the position, get in it, baby," you command, before he can answer your first question.
It always takes some time to follow your first order, but he always does it. Even now, with his head buried in his folded arms and his ass in the air, exposing his thong.
"Happy?" he bites, even through the muffle of his pillow.
He hears you donning your gloves and next came the sound of lube squirting from a bottle.
"We'll tell the insurance this was a prostate exam."
A cold finger pushes itself against the entrance of his hole and then inside him, sliding in easily.
He groans in arousal and discomfort. He guessed it wasn't entirely an entirely normal thing to prefer the feeling of surgical gloves to human fingers, but why give this hospital further justification to keep him here?
"Don't rock, baby, I've told you this before."
Right. He was already fucking himself back against your fingers despite only one being inside.
Your other gloved hand rubs his ass, lifting up the skirt to see the skin beneath it.
"You're still a little red from yesterday, so I'm not gonna spank you today."
He simply nods, hypnotized when you slip in a second finger. And then a third, and, fuck, even a fourth.
This couldn't even count as prepping when you were hitting his g-spot so earnestly that you had him moaning into his pillow. But he had, notably, reduced his writhing because, dammit, you made him want to be obedient.
And just like that, you'd slipped your fingers out, leaving him feeling empty.
"Fuck, if you're gonna prep, then fucking prep, don't..." he swallows as he realized he'd crossed a line.
Never back talk.
"I-I just mean...because it's like you're teasing..." he stutters out weak follow-up after weak follow-up, trying to backtrack from his outburst.
But, to his shock, you don't get angry at him. You laugh, in fact. Soon, something metal was pressing against him and after a moment, the metal plug end of the cattail slips inside him and slotted itself perfectly as he'd grown accustomed to.
Even then he arches his back and pants.
What were you playing at?
Any other day you would have punished him to senseless tears for the way he talked to you, but now?
He's pulled from his pondering when you adorn him with the cat ears.
"On your back, Kitty," you say, walking away to change your gloves. He obeys, wondering if you were going to come back with a cock ring like you'd had last night.
But, besides the fresh pair of gloves, you'd come back empty-handed.
He was really concerned now, especially as you mounted the bed with a grin that left his thighs trembling and his mind buzzing.
"Fuck's going on?" He growled, testing his luck with his mouthiness.
You don't answer, instead choosing to lean forward and press your lips to his. He'd kissed you before, but this...
Why was he suddenly hot? Like, burning, he...he hadn't activated his quirk, had he?
Suddenly, a buzzing emerged from between his legs. Then, a dampness in his thong. Finally, a sudden wave of inexplicable pleasure.
"Wh-what the fuck!? Why do I- mmmmh, it's not supposed to feel wet down there, what did you- ahhh- what did you do???"
He squirmed beneath you, the hospital bed creaking loudly as it usually did during your encounters. His face burned as a new warmth overtook his loins, one that he'd never felt before.
He rubbed his thighs together, trying to rid himself of the incessant ache, but you place your knees between them before he can really do anything.
"Why're you so freaked out?" You say above him, removing your scrub top. "It's just sex therapy!"
"Bullshit." His eyes scan your bare chest and abdomen, having seen it for the first time ever, really.
You laugh lightly through your nose. "Okay...Just sit still while your master plays with your little pussy, okay?"
"I told you, it's weird when- ah- haaah~ fuck!" His eyes went wide as your fingers slipped past his thong and inside him.
But not his ass.
All he heard was the slick squelch of your fingers penetrating him, and before he knew it, he was arched against his bed, gasping and reaching for the thin, cheap sheets above him.
He couldn't stop the moans, the uncharacteristic whines, the sounds coming from his- his-
"Your pussy's dripping for me, baby~" you laugh.
You gave him a pussy. What was worse was that you gave him a pussy and he liked it.
He could feel you scissoring in his walls, just like you did in his ass but it was different, this wasn't the same, it would never be the same-
He covered his face, you couldn't see him like this. Fine, make him wear the tail and the ears, keep him in the outfit, watch him roll his hips against your hand as you fold your fingers inside him-
But he'd be damned if he let you see the blissed tears running down his burning cheeks.
"Are you gonna cum, already?" You tease, noting his tells. His moans turning to breathless pants and a repeat of soft "uhn, uhn, uhn", his thighs trembling, his covering his face. "I didn't even get my dick inside you yet!"
You inside him? When he could feel every movement of your fingers, the aching of his- his clit-
He couldn't take it, even the idea of being filled-
"Not yet, Kitty." You removed your fingers from inside him, once again rendering him empty.
But it wasn't the same, this time, this time he felt as though he could cry. The tears fell faster now, he couldn't even hide them.
What were you doing to him?
He was crying because you wouldn't keep fingering his pussy!?
Furthermore, he was rejoicing when you'd slipped a bit of your cock inside him, his pussy clenching around nothing but air and your tip.
This is crazy, this is insane-
"Ohhh shitttt, ohhh shittt~ yes, fill me up, fill me up!"
He sounded insane-
"I know it's against protocol to directly penetrate your patients, but for you?" You whisper as you lean down and it let him get adjusted. "I couldn't let anyone else be the first person to use this pussy~"
You quickly grow impatient of letting him adjust and it shows because soon, light rocking turns to full-on thrusts in and out of him, fuck the slapping noise it made, fuck the squelching noise it made, fuck how loud he got-
Fuck, he was so loud-
He doesn't know what to do with himself but sit back and take it. Take getting pounded mercilessly like a little bitch.
"Seems like after tonight, you'll fit in with the other patients, hm?" You grab his jaw and turn his dissenting face back in your direction. "Think I trained my Kitty well, don't you?"
He could barely understand you, not with you grabbing the tops of his thighs and pulling his hips down into yours as you slam up into him.
"Tell me you deserve to be here, baby. Tell me you're just a depraved sex slut like the rest of the patients."
He wanted to reply, he really wanted to, but how could he when his tongue was sticking out of his mouth and his eyes were stuck in the back of his head?
"C'mon, baby, I know you can do it. Tell me you're no different, c'mon, let me hear it, baby."
"Haaaah, I'm n-no different! I-I'm the same! I deserve this!"
It wasn't much, but even you knew that he would cum before you could get more out of him, at least at the rate you were going. And, frankly, you didn't want to stop.
In fact, you wanted to take things a step further.
You grab his cock, the same cock that he'd barely registered still having, and began stroking.
And that was all that it took for Dabi, because seconds later he was clenching around you as tight as he could and cumming. It was almost like a double orgasm, what with his spurting white cum onto his black dress, and cumming clenched around you. White hot shocks sent his paralyzed body into brief jerking motions and the pleasure was immense beyond his understanding.
He would deal with the implications of this event when he wasn't still coming down from his high.
"Remember this the next time you complain about how I describe you, Dabi. Because you might just get what you wish for."
*Masturbation, female reader-uses of you, cunt, mentions of breasts, (I haven't written female reader in a while), description of male genitals and bodily fluids, sexual fantasies, sex toys, just subby Dabi missing you and being so dang horny
*This literally popped into my head right now, so I just had to get it out and write it before I forgot!
His grunts and panting breaths filled the air of the room, the only sound that could be heard in the tranquil night.
His right forearm was glowing from the phone screen that displayed a lewd photo you'd sent him, your tits and soaked cunt on display as you posed strategically for him. His left hand was furiously rubbing his pierced length, strings of his precum and his spit everywhere.
With a long groan, Dabi finished, the white spurting across his abdomen, his hand, before dripping down his shaft.
"Damn it, doll." He growled, chest heaving with frustration.
His hand would never come close to your cunt.
Not even the crappy pocket pussy he'd ordered would substitute.
Would never come close to how it gushed and tightened around him as he plowed you into the mattress, fisting your hair in his hand as he gripped your hip with the other. Would never come close to swallowing his length as you rode him.
Fuck, he wanted you to ride him.
Go hard and fast until you stopped at the last second, or maybe you'd keep going until you both finished, and then kept going.
Until he was whimpering, begging you to slow down, that he couldn't handle one more orgasm, his hands clenching on your thighs and ass. But he'd still end up finishing again, and then again, until he'd pass out and you'd hold him, kiss him gently to ease him.
Only one more week until you'd come back from your work trip, and then he'd have you. No more face timing, no more lonely nights of fucking into his fist, no more nights of sexting-he wanted you, in front of him.
Dabi sighed wistfully, reaching over for the tissue box on the bedside table and then wiped himself down.
What a waste.
His cum would be better in your warm mouth instead of the tissue. He knew you wouldn't waste a drop.
Once he was composed, he flipped onto his side and stared at the empty space where you slept on the bed.
Just one more week, and then he was all yours, however you'd have him.
