Taste Your Toxicity (MHA AU) (Temp Hiatus For Editing)

🔪(+18)Taste of Yourself 🍋

DAMIA'S POV

Clacking of boots make there way down the staircase. Hawks starts coughing. "Why's there so much smoke?" As he makes his way farther down the walkway until he approaches where Dabi's held. "HUH?!? WHERE ARE THEY?!" Hawks takes off sprinting to check the rest of the bottom layer.

~40MINS PRIOR~

Dabi's breathing is spaced and heavy, he's drenched in sweat. "I...I take it back..." he's antiquirk-cuffed to the chair, his belt is disconnected from his pants and pulled tightly across his lower stomach farther securing him to the chair. His pants are splayed open as his cock hovers lazily to the left side still semi hard, twitching occasionally as he breathes. His eyes are closed and head is back.

You smile, looking at this puddle of a man who once acted all high and mighty. You sink back down to your knees and kitten lick his tip. "A-Ah.." one of his eyes flicks opens to watch you. "Wh-what are you doing?" he tries to say as normally as he can, still trying to catch his breath.

"Oh I'm definitely not done with you." You say as you start to pump your hand up and down. His breath hitches. "Y-your just over s-stimulating me f-for fun now." You go faster, sweat drips from his forehead into his eyes. "Oh no sweetie," you briefly take his tip into your mouth, running your tongue across his sensitive bundle of nerves. His hips buck upwards at the sudden feeling on his tip. "Trust me, this is just getting started"

His leg starts to shake, as you take his entire length into your mouth, running your tongue up and down his shaft and he taps the back of your throat with his cock. Hes a moaning mess beneath you, he can hardly talk back. Dabi's head jerks back as he finishes for the third time in your mouth, his head drops, hung low as the sweat practically pours off his nose.

You reach back behind Dabi and undo his belt from his stomach, and then the cuffs. As the loud noise of them hitting the ground ricochets around the underground layer. He gasps for breath, a hand places itself over his chest as he catches his breath. His other hand reaches down and puts himself away."Holy Shit." He says as he wipes the sweat from his forehead.

You smile up at him as you pat his chest, you stand up. "So, wanna reconsider?"

Dabi breathless speaks as he slumps down into the chair, shoving his knees forward till they drop on the ground and the chair falls over.

"Fuck you..." As his sweats drips onto the cold fire proof material below.