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your clothes were ripped off your body in an instant, as he laid you on the cold countertop of your kitchen.
the goosebumps that appeared on your skin only made his smirk widen, while his hands spread your legs.
"you want attention, huh? then i shall give you that"
"every single part of you is gonna receive attention" he added, seconds away from kissing you.
your eyes widened when you felt him push one finger in you, his thumb pressing against your clit.
he pushed his tongue in your mouth, as he added another finger in you. your hands gripped the counter, as you kissed him back— saliva dribbling down your chin.
the second he pulled away, you were left gasping for air. three of his fingers were moving in and out of you in such a fast pace, you couldn't keep up with it.
your legs were shaking uncontrollably, as you were seconds away from your orgasm.
"fuck! dabi, i—"
"that's it, angel. make a mess, yeah?"
you cursed under your breath, your back arching off the countertop as you coated his fingers with your cum.
"that's my good girl" he whispered, as he helped you ride out your orgasm.
he licked his fingers clean, before he started leaving kisses from your neck down to your stomach.
he sucked and nibbled on your skin, leaving hickeys without a care in the world.
he turned you around, his hand immediately meeting your ass in a rough slap.
hearing you sigh and moan like that, only for him, had him so pent up— he had to lower his pants and take you right there and then.
the moment he pushed himself in, your hips pressed against his and your back arched oh-so perfectly.
with one hand he was pinning your hands behind your back, and with the other he was pulling your hair from time to time.
with every snap of his hips he was pushing himself deeper, making you cry out in pleasure.
he let go of your hands and hair, only to place his hands on your waist. you could feel his shirt against your back, as he pressed himself on you.
you turned your head to the side, your tear stained face meeting his. he leaned closer and kissed you, shallowing every sound that left your lips.
your one hand came up to his head, your fingers tangling in his hair. every single one of his thrusts, had you pulling at his hair, and clenching tighter around him.
he pulled away, breaking the string of saliva with his thumb. he straightened his back, his eyes locking on the white ring on the base of his cock.
he slightly raised your body, holding your hips flush against his· his other hand wrapped around your throat.
he bit the place between your neck and shoulder, his canines sinking into your skin. you were so used to that stinging pain, to the point where you felt even more pleasure at the action.
"fuck, you're so perfect"
"and all mine" he continued.
he looked at your face, smirking at your fucked out expression. your eyes were half-lidded, your eyebrows furrowed and your lips parted; drool slowly rolling down your chin.
at that moment, you looked so gorgeous to him· your hair a mess from his pulling, the sweat covering your body, the dried tears on your cheeks— everything made you look perfect in his eyes.
and mostly because he was the one who made you look like this. he was the only one who had that effect on you. and he felt the need to hear you say it.
"you look gorgeous, you know that?" he breathed out, kissing the side of your neck.
a whimper left your throat and you didn't know if it was a reaction to his compliment, or to his fingers pinching and playing with your clit.
"and you're mine, aren't you?"
you only nodded, mind too clouded with pleasure to help you utter an answer.
"no, no, princess. i need to hear you say it"
he tightened his grip around your neck, making your breaths come out short.
"tell me that you're mine, my pretty angel"
"yours..." you choked out.
"mine what?" he asked, turning your head to the side.
