Miss. Tique

you half ignore him, “why not? i love dressing you up.”

that’s when he opens the velvet blue box and his eyes widen because he knows it’s expensive. he also knows it’s very him. simple gold chain. your initials on the end. a couple diamonds sprinkled and it’s the exact amount of inches he likes his chains. not too long, not too short.

“see, i even got it 30 inches for you. hope it’s not weird having my initials but i thought it would be—,” and you notice how he’s gritting his teeth and hasn’t said a word yet. “okay, it’s weird, i’ll change it.”

and you go to grab for it but he doesn’t let you. still holds it tightly. “that’s… that’s not it. i’d wear your fuckin’ face on a t-shirt.”

your cheeks rise but no sound, “do you not like it?”

“it’s just…,” he huffs, then sighs. closes the box and grabs your hand. he lays his head back on the sofa and locks eyes with you, “i love it. i just don’t like you spending money on me.”

you roll your eyes, “that’s it?” he nods, “you’re gonna have to get over that because i can spend my money on what i like. including you.”

bakugou tries to ignore how that makes his chest warm, makes his dick twitch. “babe. you can just send me things and i’ll buy it. you don’t need to spend anything on me.”

“you’re so dramatic,” you bite but you give him a peck on the cheek and then grab for the box. you open it up and then unclasp the necklace. “i can promise you i won’t go broke buying you gifts. unless you really want something—,” “babe. not funny.” “—but i know you’re oh so rich and i am a measly norm roaming the earth. i still like buying my boyfriend stuff.”

you clasp the necklace around said boyfriends neck, he even lifts his head so it’s easier for you to do so. you centre it so your initials are shining under the lamp light and finally do you kiss his mouth.

“i don’t give a fuck, stop buyin’ me—,”

you kiss him again, “wrong answer.”

“stop buyin’ me—,”

another. “you look good. sexy with my letters.”

he bites down on his bottom lip, “i’ll get you a matchin’ one. with mine.”

you hum, “good idea.”

“and then that’s it. no more gifts for me.”

“how do i make you shut up?”

The passion in his kiss was almost all-encompassing, burning with a desire that is difficult to describe. He’d waited so long for this. To taste and feel you like this, to give in to his base desires and make you scream his name. The sensation of your lips against his was both relieving and maddening at the same time. You tasted like heaven, hell and earth at the same time. Nothing would ever compare to the sweetness of your lips and the devotion it inspired in his heart. But it wasn’t enough. Not anymore. Now that he had had a taste, Dabi would stop at nothing to experience all of you.

More – Dabi needed more. 

This mounting desperation was made abundantly clear by the way his eager hands squeezed the flesh of your thighs and hips as he presses you into the wall with his body. A sweet, darling little moan breaks free from your lips and the sound drives him crazy. Dabi growled against your lips, his azure eyes opening to read your expression. 

Your eyes fluttered as he pulled away – your breath hitching as you gasped for air. His eyes scanned your face, marveling at the pink rising to your cheeks and the way you seemed almost out of it. Like his passion had stolen all coherent thoughts from your mind. The very sight of you sent a spike of arousal directly to his groin.

“Fuuuuck, baby,” he groaned out, voice trembling with raw emotion and desire. “You’re so pretty like that…all messed up from a little kiss, heh. Can’t wait to see what else makes you blush.”

“You gonna stand there talking about it, or are you gonna fuck me good like you promised you would?”

Dabi chuckled. Even with that blissed-out look on your face, you still had enough moxie left to talk shit, huh? Atta girl. He wouldn’t have it any other way. You huffed out a surprised breath as his arms wrapped around you, scooping you up into his arms so he could carry you over to the bed. 

“Always talkin’ shit with that stupid little mouth of yours,” Dabi started, his grin growing ever so slightly as you glared at him. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna do something about that later, but I wanna have some fun first.” 

Before you could ask what he meant by that, you were on your back and Dabi clawed at your clothes like a wild animal. You’d never seen such ferocity from a man before. He stripped you down, worshipping each article of clothing as he removed it. The tips of his fingers stroked the fabric as he peeled away your bottoms – those darkened blue eyes locked on yours, like he was trying to commit the signs of hopeless desire etched on your face to memory. Oh – but you did look delicious, didn’t you? That sweet, lovestruck little spark flashing in your eyes. It was enough to drive any man mad. And the fact that Dabi was the one who had earned that look? Yeah, that turned him on like nothing else. He wanted to ruin you so badly. The prospect of hearing your breathless, whining moans sent a shiver down his spine.

His cock strained against the inside of his pants almost painfully, aching to be set free. For now, though, Dabi had other plans. He wanted you begging to be fucked. That was gonna take some work but he was nothing if not creative. His fingers traveled down your body, mapping out every inch of it and openly gaping at your beauty. You let out a soft, needy noise and his pupils dilate with a lustful stare, his eyes practically begging you to do that again. “You’re so goddamn hot, baby…” he whispered, placing a searing hot kiss against your bare stomach. His arms pull you to the edge of the bed as he sinks to his knees between your lovely thighs. “I’m gonna fucking devour this pussy,” he grunts, placing his hands firmly on the soft flesh and prying your legs apart. 

Dabi is practically salivating at the sight of your sweet, glistening cunt. He can’t help but chuckle when he sees how wet you already are. Good to know he wasn’t the only one enjoying himself for far. The flat of his palm presses down on your lower abdomen as he leans in to admire his meal – the sheer heat of his body telling you he’d getting all kinds of worked up. You gasped as his breath fanned against your lower half. His fingers tensed, digging into the soft flesh of your thigh as your entire body jerked in response. 

“Easy, sweet thing,” Dabi teased with a chuckle, the sound thick and dark with lust. “We’ve only gotten started. Don’t tell me you’re already losing it?”

“Fuck you, man. I’m horny,” you retorted – a small, angry pout on your lips. It was adorable. Dabi’s smirk only widened as you glared down at him. Your eyes were so fucking desperate, filled with such unbridled desire and need. It completely undercut the intensity of your scowl.

Dabi hummed thoughtfully like he was considering his options. Leaving you all hot and bothered would be hilarious – but then he’d have to jerk off in the shower and that was no fun. “Then I’d better get started, yeah?” he said, dragging his thumb down the slit of your puffy little cunt. Dabi liked being a messy eater. The first thing he does is pry open your folds and deposit a glob of spit on your pussy before diving in without hesitation. The first taste made him groan. “Fuck s’good, baby. Been cravin’ this for so long,” Dabi breathed out between each sloppy suckle, rutting against your folds like a starved beast. “You taste like candy to me, doll.”

“Dabi – what the hell –” you whimpered. The flat of his tongue drags across your pussy, slowly licking up and down your folds to savor the taste. Each stroke has your breath catching in your throat. The way he’s eating you out is positively filthy. You could hear him slurping and sucking at your entrance, using the tip of his tongue to play with your clit and diving deeper into your cunt whenever he could. Dabi was obsessed with the way it made your thighs shake. All that thrashing made it hard to concentrate on making you scream though – he had to clamp a hand down on your hips just to keep you still so he could enjoy his meal properly. Your chest was heaving, struggling to keep up with your desperate attempts to breathe. “Oh, holy sh– your tongue, Dabi, I –” you sobbed out, both of your hands now desperately clinging to his dark locks.

The sheer agonizing pleasure in your voice made him chuckle. That’s exactly what he wanted to hear: your broken, saccharine moans begging him for more. Dabi devoured your little cunt like it was his duty – like it was the only sustenance he would ever need. It was addicting – you were addicting. One of his fingers slipped into you so easily, coating itself with your slick as he continued to drive you crazy with his tongue. Dabi heated up the digit ever so slightly and smirked when that coaxed a deep, shameless moan from your lips. 

“Yeah? You like when I do that, baby?” he asked, taking a break with his tongue to press a second finger into you and marvel at how your back arched at the sensation. Dabi stared up at your beautifully half-lidded eyes, grinning like it was the most beautiful view in the world. “So fuckin’ pretty…” he cooed, curling his heated fingers a little. “You’re gonna look so goddamn good on my cock.”

You tore at his hair like it was the only thing keeping you grounded and even that spurred Dabi on even more. His face rutted against you, two fingers pumping in and out of your leaking pussy. The man’s stitched tongue had reach, using those same fingers to guide it into your entrance so he could truly taste everything you had to offer. You sank your teeth into the soft flesh of your palm – but it was no use: you practically squealed as Dabi sank his tongue into your heat. “Ho-ho-holy shit!” You were losing it and this was only the beginning. His laughter against your sensitive cunt only added to the sensation. “D-Dabi, if you don’t slow down I’m gon–” You gasped for breath as his warm fingers pressed themselves against g-spot, dragging another moan from your lips. 

“Good,” Dabi purred, unable to hide his grin as he watched you arch off the bed in pure pleasure. He pumped his fingers faster, returning his skillful tongue to your precious, swollen clit. “Why don’t you cum then, huh? Go on, pretty girl, give it to me…” He pulled your thighs around his head and doubled his efforts until you were shaking and quivering, so close to cumming on his tongue.

Your hands felt like a vice on the back of Dabi’s head as you subconsciously began grinding against his face to help yourself along. Dabi didn’t mind though, simply grunting in approval and keeping that sinful mouth of his sucking on your clit. The grip your thighs had on his face was tight and fierce – he fucking loved every second of it, even if it took his breath away. It didn’t matter one bit. You sounded like an angel with your voice all hoarse and desperate and Dabi was gonna make you cum on his face right now. When you tightened around his fingers, he knew it was over. He buried his tongue as deep as it would go, looking directly into your eyes as you came. 

Fuck – you looked so hot. There were tears on your lashes as you trashed against him, battling your own body as it convulsed with each wave of your orgasm. It just moved on its own – your sweet, groaning voice whimpering as Dabi’s tongue fucked you through it. He could barely tear his eyes away from your face. Such a lewd expression painted itself on your features. Brow furrowed, eyes rolling back – and that pretty mouth of yours hanging open as you desperately tried to breathe. It was gorgeous. After a moment, you fell back on the sheets and your thighs relaxed around Dabi’s head, falling slack off the edge of the bed. 

Your skin was tingling, electrified by the shattering sensation of orgasming on your lover’s skilled tongue. 

Dabi rose from between your legs, chin glistening with your juices and eyes dark with a desire for more. “Oh, I’m gonna be doing that a lot in the future,” he mused to himself, admiring the slick you’d left behind on his fingers. He played with it by rubbing his thumb and index finger together, fascinated by how beautifully it coated his digits. So fucking wet. 

You stared at him from your position, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. Normally, you would hit him with a sarcastic retort but you hadn’t quite recovered to be able to do that yet. Instead, you settled for snarling at his teasing attitude. Dabi wasn’t intimidated at all.

The bastard had the audacity to laugh at your little glare, keeping his eyes firmly locked on yours as he swiped his tongue over his hand. “Can’t believe I didn’t do this sooner…you look so fucked, I love it.” A pleased, deep hum rumbled in his chest. The aftertaste of you was divine.

“Not quite ‘fucked’ yet, Dabi, I need you for that,” you fired back, causing him to chuckle. His voice was filled with pure rapture at your challenge. God, he loved it when you got sassy with him. It just made him wanna ruin you even more. That dumb little smirk on your face was adorable. “So why don’t you come and get me, hotshot?” 

Oh. Dabi grinned. You just had to go and goad him, huh?

“Say ‘please’ princess,” he demanded, laughing when you glared at him in response. The desperation was plastered all over your face. Dabi simply couldn’t resist driving you a little crazy. He’d warned you, didn’t he? This was gonna be a long night for the both of you: there would be plenty of time to make up for his cruelty right now.

“Please…”

Dabi had to do a double-take. Holy shit. You actually begged for it. No snarky remarks or retorts – just your raspy voice breaking the silence with a single, desperate plea for more. For all his bravado, the very sound of it nearly knocked him off his feet. You didn’t have to ask twice, you’d never seen a man undress as fast as Dabi did in that moment. The man approached the bed, shirt discarded to reveal his scarred chest, battling with his belt like it had personally offended him. The metal clinked and clattered as he practically tore it off and unzipped the front. His desire for you in the moment was unbearable and your sweet voice had broken his resolve to drag this out any longer. You watched Dabi pump his cock in anticipation as he took it out, eyes glued to the row of gleaming piercings that adorned the shaft.

A deep, lustful chuckle rumbled in his chest as he noticed your pretty eyes admiring his cock. You looked so fucking cute like that, drooling over him with those shamelessly aroused eyes. Dabi’s pride certainly enjoyed the attention. Dabi could practically see your breath hitching. How cute. 

Not so feisty anymore, huh?

“Look at you all flustered and speechless,” he teased, showing off his girth by squeezing his hand around the base of his cock. You audibly cursed at the sight. Now he was just doing it on purpose.

“Fucking hell, Dabi…a Jacob's ladder?” you breathed out, unable to tear your gaze away from what he was so proudly promising to rail you with.

“Havin’ second thoughts?”

You were almost offended he would even suggest that. A dry scoff leaves your lips.

“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll fight you –”

Dabi laughed, kicking off his pants entirely. How could he refuse under such passionate threats of violence? “Fearing for my life here, sweet thing,” he joked before moving into your personal space. You could feel his breath on the skin of your neck. Hot and ragged. Every inch of you was perfect. Dabi’s eyes just couldn’t get enough of it – he needed to touch you so badly. One of his warm hands moved to your chest, squeezing down on your bare tits. The soft, plump flesh spilled out between his fingers and he let out a pleased groan at the sight. 

Fuck – you were just too damn gorgeous for words.

It seemed Dabi was just as eager as you were – just a little better at hiding it, but not by much. The man’s eyes were burning as he finally got his hands on you. He’d waited so long to have you. Now that the moment had come, Dabi was unstoppable. With a swift, rough motion, he flipped you onto your stomach and dragged your bare ass toward him by the hips. He gave it an experimental slap – marveling at how juicy it was and how beautifully it moved against his palm.

“Your body’s to die for, baby.” His voice was practically dripping with reverence as he spoke, admiring every inch of your naked body like it was a work of art. Your skin tingled as his nails dragged themselves up your bare back to grip your hair by the roots. He tugged at the strands, coaxing a desperate mewl from your lips. 

God – the sound of your voice was addicting. 

The way your back arched when Dabi yanked your hair was simply sublime. It made his cock twitch in ways he'd only ever fantasized about. For a moment, Dabi just enjoyed the sight of his hard cock laying against the curve of your ass. Its weight stroked against you a few times before he pressed the flushed tip of it against your slippery cunt, running it back and forth between your outer folds. A pleasured hiss whistled out between Dabi’s teeth as he watched your slick coat him. You were gonna need all the help you would get. His cock was gonna stretch out so good once he finally bottomed out.

“Dabi,” you whined, feeling your thighs quivering. “Don’t fucking tease me, please –”

“Slutty girl –” he praises, beginning to sink his cock into your aching cunt. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna give ya what you want. You’re gonna be feeling this one for days, promise.” With every inch sliding into you, your jaw drops further at the insane girth of him. Dabi is slow about it – grinning at how your arms almost give way as you try to hold yourself up. He’s so big – watching your precious little pussy try and fit him fully is extremely gratifying for Dabi’s ego. Especially when you’re practically whimpering with your face pressed against the pillows already. 

And he was only halfway in. Fucking precious.

Oh, you’re clenching around him so well, almost like your insides are desperate to suck him in deeper. It’s flattering how badly you want him. Dabi wouldn’t have it any other way. This sweet little pussy belongs to him now after all. A devious thought occurs to Dabi in the moment and he can’t help but indulge in it. It’s okay – he’s sure you’ll love it. Sure enough, your breath catches as he slams his cock in the last few inches all at once, the slap of his hips colliding with your ass resonating into the silence of the room. “F-Fuuuuck, you feel so good. Didn’t know you were gonna be this tight, sweet thing. Bet this feels better than my fingers, yeah? Ya like how fat my cock is?” 

Dabi talks too much. But you can’t deny that his words are driving you up the damn walls. Just the sound of his voice taunting you is making your wall clench around his cock. He feels it too – chuckling when you refuse to respond to his question. You tense and yelp in pleasure as he smacks the curve of your ass once.

“C’mon, baby, why don’t you tell me how good it feels, yeah? What’s the matter, too proud – or is it just too much for ya?” 

You can hear the grin on his lips bleeding into his voice – and despite your annoyance at his smug attitude, you respond to his goading nonetheless. “Feels s’good, Dabi…please just move,” you beg, surprised at how needy your own voice sound. If he wasn’t gonna start fucking you soon, you might lose it. 

Dabi tilts his head to the side, a cocky smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. His cock is throbbing inside of you at hearing you whine for him like that. It sounds so goddamn sweet in his ears. How could he possibly refuse such an adorable request? You shiver as one of his thrusts makes your entire body jolt forward, hands fisting the sheets in front of you. It’s a warning, a taste of what is to come and you’re not prepared. 

Dabi begins rolling his hips against you, gripping the small of your back with both hands so he can slam you into his cock more easily. You let out a quivering moan, feeling the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. He can’t keep his eyes off of you – admiring the way the curve of your ass bounces against his abdomen each time he bottoms out. It’s just so perfect. Way better than he could ever have imagined. It’s enough to bring a tinge of red to his own cheeks. The base of his cock is so girthy you feel like you might snap every time it collides with your pussy. He’s too good at this. You can barely breathe as he fucks you down into the mattress at an unrelenting pace. The sound of Dabi’s flesh slapping against yours scratches a delightful itch in your brain that makes you feel almost stupid. All coherent thought is overshadowed by his cock scraping against your insides, filling every inch of you. You’re biting your lips, rolling your face against the pillows as he fucks you from behind – desperate to hold on and ride this out – but the tightness in your gut keeps building.

“O—oh my god…please —” you breathe out when you felt your cunt clenching down. “I’m gonna fucking cum, Dabi — let me, please —”

“Aw, my pretty girl’s close, huh? You’re so greedy. Cumming on my face wasn’t enough for this slutty pussy, was it?” He teased, pausing his movements as he’s balls deep inside of you – chuckling when you try to push your slutty little cunt back on his cock in search of more friction. “C’mon, you can hold out for me, right? Just a little longer?”

You groan into the sheets, twisting your head back to glare at him. “Oh — you bastard, you would edge me, wouldn’t you?”

Dabi’s grin only widens when he sees you pouting like that. It’s cute. “Guess you’ve been pretty good to me. I’ll let you cum, baby – but just so you know –” he leaned in, pressing his chest flat against your back to whisper in your ear, “I’m gonna keep going until you’re fucking raw down there. Dripping with my spunk. You got that?”

He doesn’t wait for a reply. If you had one lined up for him, it died on your tongue the moment he started pounding into you again. Dabi gripped your hips, his fingers digging into the skin with tension that could rival a beartrap, guiding your back into the electric rhythm of his thrusts. It was fast, hard and rough. Like Dabi has something to prove. Maybe he did. The man did say he was gonna make you scream and your voice was already breaking as you felt a wave of goosebumps erupt all over your body.  “Go on, sweet thing,” he cooed breathlessly, mercilessly pivoting his cock into your pussy. “Make a mess on me, baby. F-Fuck, you’re really clamping down on this dick…”

His fingers threaded into your hair, yanking your head back as you came on his cock. Dabi started panting in your ear as he fucked the last bits of resistance from your body, dragging you through each pleasurable wave like a champ. Like it was his goddamn duty to make you see stars. He needed to see that blissed-out, stupid little expression on your face. Craved its sight like a man possessed. Watching your jaw drop open and eyes flutter as you mewled and cried his name – it was such a filthy fucking view and the single most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Dabi was playing it cool but when he felt your pussy gushing around him, he was on the verge of cumming his brains out himself. His only saving grace is the fact that he could pull out and rest his length between your asscheeks. Dabi groaned – watching his cock twitch as he fought off his orgasm. It bounced against your ass as he sighed out a shaky breath – attempting to get a hold of himself.

There was no fucking way in hell he was gonna let himself cum just yet.

“Almost lost it for a second there.” Dabi chuckled, his half-lidded eyes glued to your body as you shake and twitch against the sheets. “You really know how to rile me up, don’tcha?”

His fingers are already inside of your pussy again, prodding and caressing against your gummy walls as he admired the slick that dripped from your puffy folds. You whine as he plays and toys with your sensitive cunt. The man couldn’t leave well enough alone. That was two orgasms he’d managed to coax from your pretty little pussy so far and he couldn’t be more proud of that fact. To the point of him being smug about it. You could barely stand the shit-eating grin that was plastered all over his face right now. 

“Dabi,” you moaned out – too lost in the euphoria of your orgasm to sound angry or upset at him for overstimming you. “You’re so fucking mean…” 

“Why’s that?” He was so utterly pleased with himself. You were determined to do something about that.

“I want you to cum in me.”

Now that makes his dick twitch.

Dabi’s face flushed as he heard those words from your lips. “Fucking hell, babe…” It was the way you said it – all breathless and whiny with that hazy look in your eyes – that did it for him. His throat ran dry as he flipped you onto your back, knees buckling a little in anticipation of filling your tight little hole to the brim with cum. “You’re not using your head right now, are ya? Wanting me to fill that pussy – tsk! Stupid girl. You that drunk on cock already?”

You come face-to-face with his burning blue eyes as he shoves you into the pillows beneath. Dabi was talking a lot of shit but you recognized that hungry look in his eyes. He was more than pent up – he was ready to burst. What you said had definitely flipped his switch – the man was itching to fill up your pussy with a nice thick load. Good. You wanted him to let loose – to lose himself to you as much as you were to him. 

“C’mon, hotshot,” you cooed, spreading your thighs apart for Dabi. “You want it, right?”

Dabi looked almost dumbstruck as you ran two fingers through your folds and spread them open for him – inviting him in. His breath hitched. You loved the way his jaw tightened at the sight of your glistening cunt and how he needed to shake off a shiver running down his spine – just to keep himself from losing composure right now. “You fucking whore,”  Dabi groaned out – his tone sounded almost reverent, his breath shaking on the way out as he praised your boldness.

No one held this much power over Dabi – only you had the ability to bring the arsonist to his knees in worship. You were a fucking gift from above – a delicious temptress who couldn’t stop making his heart race. Every breath you took, however shaky and brimming with desire, was a work of art he couldn’t help but admire.

The bed dipped as he crawled on top of you, his burning-hot body hovering just above as he propped himself up with his hands. That rough, furious energy from before had waned – morphing into an almost palpable tenderness as Dabi leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss. You moaned against him and Dabi swallowed your enchanting voice eagerly, nipping at your bottom lips with an affectionate little bite. His cock slid back into you, slowly, grinding its way deeper into your aching pussy. The deliberate, leisurely rolling of his pelvis against yours felt like an entirely different beast from how he was fucking you before. This was sensual and relaxed. For that you were grateful: your poor little cunt was already far too sensitive from your previous orgasms to take another pounding. That wasn’t to say this didn’t make your toes curl. Your thighs quivered as your clamped down around Dabi – each thrust making you clench around his cock tighter. A string of desperate, stuttering moans tumbled from your kiss-blushed lips. They were the sweetest, most melodic thing Dabi had ever heard and he was obsessed with the way your lips parted to call his name whenever his abdomen brushed against your puffy clit.

He himself didn’t bother keeping his voice down either, blissfully groaning right next to your ear as he pistoned his thick cock into your precious cunt. Your entire lower half tingled with pure ecstasy and moved on its own accord, matching Dabi’s slow, passionate grind. Despite the dragging pace, you found yourself fluttering around him, your juices squirting out around his cock to soil the sheets below for a third time. The intensity of it hit unexpectedly hard but with how overstimulated you were, it wasn’t that surprising really. Your entire body was on high alert from all the things Dabi had been doing to you. The slightest touch could and would set you off. Dabi pulled back just enough to watch your eyes roll back in your skull – marveling at how tightly your pussy clenched around his pierced cock when you were cumming. 

This one had truly knocked the wind from your lungs – you fell back, panting heavily as your eyes fluttered shut and your exhausted body shivered beneath him as each pulse of pleasure make your mind go blank. A hand came to rest on the side of your cheek. You were vaguely aware of Dabi’s cock still fucking you through your orgasm but it was all so much to handle. 

“H-Hey…” Dabi grunted out, followed by a breathless, amused chuckle. He held your face, making you look him in the eyes as he fucked himself deeper into your quivering pussy. “C'mon, don't pass out on me now…” 

As your hazy eyes landed on him – Dabi cursed, feeling his cock throbbing violently, desperate to cum at the sight of your pathetic expression. “F-Fuck, that’s hot…” You looked so fucked out of your mind – so truly and utterly blissed. “Take it, sweet thing, fucking take it –” A fierce wave of pleasure crashed over Dabi as he finally came, splattering your insides with ropes of thick, velvety cum. The bed itself grunted and creaked as he locked his hips against yours, determined to give you every goddamn last drop of it. Dabi never wanted this feeling to end. You felt so good around him, your tight cunt milking him for every ounce of his cum. He grunted out a pleased moan, head dropping into the curve of your neck where he stayed until every inch of your insides was painted white with his spunk. You felt it spill against your wall, dribbling down the sides of his cock and the curve of your thighs. 

Dabi collapses on top of you, crumbling into your chest like a broken man – his own body finally satisfied. 

A moment of silence passed – both of you desperately attempting to catch a breath. You could barely move. Not that that was possible with a fucked-out man laying on top of you anyway. Dabi wasn’t kidding when he said he would make it worth the wait. Your muscles trembled with what felt like electricity, still feeling the effect of your many orgasms. Sweat creased your brow as you put a hand over your eyes, attempting to calm yourself down. 

Dabi stirred, placing a quick, chaste kiss on your lips. “Told ya I’d make you scream –” 

Of course. Right back to being a smug bastard.

“Shut up, Dabi…” 

“Admit it. You loved it.”

You raised an eyebrow at him – chuckling. As if that was ever in question. The man had made you cum several times and he still wanted you to say it out loud, didn’t he?

“Yeah…that was fucking amazing…”

A/N: I genuinely, truly hope this was a satisfying smut chapter for you my friends <3 it was a long time coming. There is one more small epilogue after this that I will be posting immediately.

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