𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ➣ Dabi

i'm yours-LEMON

 🍋 🍋

His lips are so rough, so demanding and hot. You barely got a word in before his tongue was raiding your mouth, making you gasp, your hands clawing at his back. More. You want more. More, more, more, more.

Dabi guides you to the bed, his hands traveling along every inch of you, touching every part of you, making you squirm and shudder, wanting more. Dabi gradually gets rougher, his tongue bruising your lips, his hands tugging at your waist as you arch your back.

"Arms up," he rasps out, tugging at your shirt. You quickly lift your arms in time to meet him peeling your shirt off your desperate body, your bra soon leaving too. He doesn't hesitate to put his lips on your breast, his hand kneading at the other as he licks and nips, making your eyes flutter shut, your lips parting to pant out the soft moans. He's not even bothering to be gentle with you. When his lips leave your breast, soft bite marks remain, along with a light burnt hand mark left on the other.

"Mine," he growls.

"Yours," you whimper back, tears welling in your eyes. His. You're his and the thought warms your heart. For the first time in years, you finally feel welcomed, loved, needed, wanted. For the first time in years, you actually want to keep living. You want to keep fighting and you want to show the world that you're not just a sobbing mess. For the first time, you feel as though you can finally love someone. And maybe, you can finally allow someone to love you back, to know you.

Dabi yanks off your leggings as he kneels before you, taking you in. But as his hands go down your waist, your hips, your thighs, his fingers catching on the fabric of your underwear, tugging them down, you jerk away from him.

"Tch," Dabi says when you try to stop him. "Are you going to keep your hands to yourself or will I have to tie you up?"

You gasp and yank your hands back, leaving them to hover your chest as Dabi removes the last piece of your clothing. He licks his lips, a malicious smirk on his face as he drags his fingers to the apex of your thighs. You squeeze your eyes shut in anticipation.

"So wet," he muses. "I've barely done anything. Are you that turned on by me, Doll face?" He cocks his head to the side, his eyes assessing you, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure as he inserts a finger, curling it inside you. You cover your mouth as you quiver beneath him, soft moans escaping your lips. Even your own fingers couldn't make you feel this good. "Aw, don't cover those moans, baby. I want to hear how good I make you feel." His hand reaches up and grips your wrists, pulling them down as he inserts another finger. You gasp and buck your hips in time to meet the curl of his fingers and the groan of approval from his smile.

You try to yank your hands away, to grasp at something as you moan, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted as you pant in desperation. More. More. More. More. More. More. More. More. More. More. More. More. More. More. More. More. More. More. More. More. More.

"More," you gasp.

Dabi lets out a breathy laugh, ceasing the movement of his fingers. "More? You want more?" You whimper. "Fine. Do it yourself," he says coolly.

He pulls his fingers outs, licking them clean before he lifts you up and positions you to rest against his chest, your legs spread out with his hands holding your thighs open.

"Go on, baby. Please yourself."

"I can't," you say, frowning.

He hums, placing his hands on top of yours and guiding them to your sensitive areas. "It's easy," he murmurs. "You just have to know where to touch."