His, and His Only

6

Dabi stayed the night. I don't usually let anyone stay overnight at my house but he could probably break back in anyways, or find a way to get a key.

Plus he doesn't scare me like he scares others, at least that I've seen. Everyone is so intimidated by him for some reason but I think it's because no one else sees the sweet side of him. I'm not sure anyone has given him the chance to show his other side.

He's always expected to be aggressive.

As I'm feeling myself doze off to sleep, I can hear him whisper something softly in my ear, I whimpered and placed my hand on his cheek gently, "can you repeat that?" I whispered back.

As I felt cold steel on my forehead, my body froze, my breathing stopped, and I opened my eyes to look at Dabi, pointing his pistol at my forehead, "I wanna fuck you with this," he whispered and gave me a kiss on my cheek.

"Get it off of my head, no-" I was interrupted by him pressing the cold steel weapon into my mouth and pushing in until I gagged.

I can't see if the safety is on...

"Fuck," he sighed and kissed my cheek again, then down my neck while still holding it in my mouth. I looked to see he had his finger on the trigger. "The safety isn't on, little rabbit, don't make my finger slip now." He chuckled, his laughter filled with malice.

This asshole... I've only ever had a few guns pointed at me; my head, the back of my head, chest, arm... many times in my life before, but not in my mouth. I feel like I must be sick in the head to enjoy this.

It's that danger, one wrong move and my life is gone. He knows this. He's fully aware of this.

I let out a gagged moan as he kissed down my chest, stomach, then pulled down my underwear and spat on my clit. I shivered as he finally pulled the gun out of my mouth and ran the cold metal down my stomach slowly, letting the tip trail my skin. "Do not fucking put it inside of me," I barked at him and I kicked him off of me and ran to my bathroom. I locked the door quickly as I heard him jump back up.

I sat inside the bathtub away from the door and stared at the tile. He knocked against the door and chuckled again, "come on, don't be such a pussy, ____."

"Get the fuck out," I yelled at him.

He groaned, "I'll put it on safety I promise," as he said that I heard the click.

I got up slowly, out of the tub, then I unlocked the door, he slammed open the door, making me jolt back, he shut the bathroom door behind him quickly. Then yanked me by my arm and shoved me back against the door and held the steel to my chin.

"You are so adorable when you're scared," he said with a wicked smile and gripped the back of my hair. He bit into my neck, and pressed his thigh between my legs. "Still wet," he moaned as he grind his thigh between my legs.

"Y-you spat on me," I denied.

I don't want to admit to him that I'm turned on right now.

He pushed his hand into my underwear and pressed his fingers against me, letting one slightly slip in, "oh no baby, this is all you," he moaned as he kissed the other side of my neck, pulled my hair back again, "that warmth is all you." I rolled my eyes and he looked into mine, cocked his head and pressed himself against me, locking me against the door with his body. "You're just as sick as I am," he gave a big manic smile and licked his top lip while looking me up and down, "admit it."