strangled

¹³unexplainable obssession

mature themes!
warning(s): blowjob and mentions of male masturbation [dabi is sexually frustrated as hell]

A loud groan escapes Dabi's slightly parted lips.

The sound of the sloppy way your mouth works on him fills his ears, driving his body haywire.

Every nerve inside him feels as though it's been lit on fire, pushing him to the brink of losing his mind. The sensations of your wet tongue slipping into the part under the head of his dick makes his body shake. Everything inside him is desperately pleading for the intense pleasure to never end.

"Fuck your mouth is..." his head falls back when you push his tip deeper into your warmth. "Holy shit that's so good."

You struggle to take him further into your mouth, fighting back the urge to gag. A small grunt flies from him followed by a gasp. His large hand rests at the back of your head then tugs you closer and closer to him until your nose nuzzles against his, decently cut, white pubic hair and he reaches the heavenly spot at the back of your throat.

"Yes..." He whispers and keeps you in the same spot, not bothering to care that you might pass out from no oxygen. "Tight, your throat is so fucking tight--"

His chest heaves up and down quicker. The muscles in his thighs and lower stomach tighten up. An unfamiliar jolt flows through him, then when you start bobbing your head on him again another jolt follows. He knew from the start that he wouldn't last long but this is ridiculous.

If he also knew that you're this good at sucking dick he wouldn't have let you do it. You're doing weird things to him once more, making him feel so goddamn weak all over again.

His fingers claw into the white sheets underneath him while his hips start thrusting upwards into your mouth. One of his hands stay behind your head keeping you in place. The bed creaks from Dabi's rocking movement.

The way his body moves erratically searching for the thing that will finally push him over the edge. Opening his eyes, seeing your innocent ones focused on him and him alone, seeing the heavy amount of tears running down your cheeks mixed in with your mascara, seeing your fingernails digging into the flesh of his thighs... it's all that's needed.

The intensity of it all becomes too much to bare.

He gasps out, feeling his balls start to tighten, "I'm going to--"

Dabi groans loudly, quickly sitting up on the mattress before his eyes even have the chance to open. When they do snap open they pierce through the darkness of the bedroom looking for you, only to find that you are fast asleep next to him facing the opposite way.

His hand grazes his thin pillow that's now damp with sweat.

Another groan comes from him, this time quieter. "A wet dream. Seriously?" He grumbles to himself. He has not had one of those in years.

The feeling of a warm sticky liquid leaking out from his dick and wetting his boxers irritates him. What's even more annoying is the fact that he's painfully hard because of the stupid dream.

He runs his fingers through his sweaty hair as his turquoise eyes fall on your body. You're curled up under the thin covers, which you stole from him in your sleep. Your head is on your pillow, mask on the wooden nightstand, chest moving up and down slowly.

You are right there. All he has to do is grab you and pull you close.

At least that's what his fingers--what his entire body--is eager to do. Feel the embrace of someone for the first time in what seems like forever. Someone ge knows he can never get enough of.