strangled

¹⁷two versions of a truth serum

present day

The next morning your eyes gradually open.

The first thing you recognize is a particular burnt villain's neck only centimeters away from your face. Heavy, strangled-sounding, snores are coming from his throat.

Then you realize the position you're in.

Body lying flat on top of his, one of his hands resting on your lower back and the other tucked under his head.

Multiple thoughts erupt in your head that all cause you to quickly sit up in a panic. What happened last night is a mystery to you, specific moments blurred or blacked out. You know that drunk people tend to do silly things while intoxicated, based on statements found on the internet.

The pose you're in right now is... fuck you just hope it's misleading. Something hard and scarily thick is on Dabi's lap and you can feel the bulge up against the spot between your legs. Hoping it's not what you think it is, you cover your mouth with your hand before a noise of surprise can spring out. You pray that it's just morning wood, something you learned about from Shouto, and you didn't cause Dabi's erection.

The man under you chooses to shift at that moment. He lets out weird noise that sounds like a mix of a moan and a grunt. His dick grinds up into you while he moves to bend one of his legs at the knee.

Lightly, you start to tap his cheek, unable to deal with the tension of feeling such an intimate part of him in such a way. Plus, he might be uncomfortable to see you on him like this once he's fully awake.

"D-Dabi..." you cringe when the noise of your own voice stirs the headache dominating your head. "Dabi wake up."

He groans with his eyes still shut tight. The hand that was on your back, that slid down to rest on the curve of your bottom when you sat up, pulls your body back onto his.

"Shut up 'n stay still." He mumbles, voice deeper than usual.

You start talking before he can fall back asleep. "Wait what happened last night?"

The fact that you can't recall anything that you did the night before makes you feel a robust sense of unease. Anything could've happened and you won't know unless Dabi, of all people, tells you. You forgot to consider that before.

Dabi keeps his eyes closed as he chuckles. "We... had sex."

Your jaw drops. "What? You're just teasing right?"

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not."

"Now's not the time to do this shit." It's hard to keep your voice straight when you're on the verge of panicking. "Be serious."

A low hum comes from him before he grins. "Do you feel sore in your legs?"

Why is he asking me that?

"No...?"

"So I didn't fuck you." His eyelids slowly rise just a little, his lidded eyes staring up into yours. "If I did then your legs would've been aching right now, trembling too."

Legs trembling and sore?

Is that what's supposed to happen after good sex?

I wish I could experience what that's like.

"Don't say stuff like that." You say with a tight voice, sitting up and, unknowingly, directly back onto his lap. "It makes everything feel awkward and weird."

He bites an his charred bottom lip as he smirks, trying to refrain from laughing. "Just telling the truth, angel. Got a problem with it? Too bad."

Feeling extremely daring, you pinch a piece of his unscarred skin under your fingers which doesn't appear to affect him at all. "Dabi, always such an ass. Is that shocking though? Nope."