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[Hothead — 7:23 PM] Be ready in ten minutes. Handjob decided yelling at our asses was the smart choice after today’s raid.
Ten minutes is hardly enough time for you to prepare for a regular visit, and knowing Shigaraki and Dabi’s usual interactions, this would be anything but a regular visit. But you sigh and start going through the familiar steps of preparing the playroom.
Thankfully, it was still mostly set up from the last time Dabi had come over. The space was cleared as you liked for bondage work, and the neatly coiled ropes off to the side were the ones that both you and Dabi preferred for the work that visits like this usually called for. All you had to do was make sure there wasn’t anything that would get in the way of the activities that were to follow.
The thought sends a shiver down your spine that you quickly shake off. The clock showed that six minutes had passed—you didn’t have time to linger on that.
After four more minutes, Dabi would be here, in all his riled—up, beautifully tense glory, just waiting for your hands to touch and soothe and stoke the fire inside him to something controllable but still so achingly hot.
The thought was almost enough to distract you, but you shook it off and hurried to finish your preparations. Shears, moisturizer for after the ropes came off, condoms – all the small, minor details Dabi tended to be less particular about on days like this – were easily prepared. When the small alarm on your phone went off, everything was laid out and ready to go.
Including you, you thought in satisfaction, feeling the stretch of the plug you’d worked inside yourself. It was your favorite toy for preparing yourself, knowing that by the time you finish binding Dabi, it’d have you more than ready to take him.
Just in time, too, you thought with a smile, listening to the distant sound of the door clicking open and shut, followed by the thud of familiar boots on your floor. A moment later, Dabi appears in the doorframe, half-lidded eyes flicking over you and the room. It doesn’t take long for it to meet his approval – it never did – and soon, he’s toeing off his boots and setting them aside, covering them with his jacket and leaving him in his ragged everyday clothes as he strides inside the room.
The tension in every line of his body is evident. You don’t need to hear him say the words to know what he was feeling – the itch of too much coiled, errant energy under his skin and the grating chorus of too—loud thoughts and emotions he didn’t want to deal with.
And you knew exactly how to fix it.
“Do you want to be able to use your hands?”
It’s a simple question, and Dabi answers it by shaking his head curtly.
“You’re gonna be doing a lot of work tonight, mouse.” He drawls, moving to the center of the cleared space and fixing that intense, half-lidded gaze on your face. “And we’re starting now. Come strip me, pet.”
There’s no arguing against his tone, and with a slow swipe of your tongue against dry lips, you approach Dabi with an easy stride. His eyes—intense as always—rake over your frame as you approach, but he doesn’t stop you when your reverent fingers trace over the hem of his shirt. Instead, his whole body seemed to relax into something more liquid and more at ease—but you knew better. You knew exactly how quickly the muscles underneath Dabi’s patchwork skin could tense and become battle—ready. Relaxation was an illusion until after you’d done as you were meant to—as you planned to do now.
Steadying your resolve, you took a slow, measured breath before working Dabi’s shirt off his body. As he’d said, you had a lot of work ahead of you—Dabi made no move to assist you with his arms, letting you gently run your hands over his skin, savoring the freedom you had while stripping him even as you made quick work of his shirt.
Carefully, you fold the shirt the way you knew Dabi liked before setting it off to the side. From there, you sank down to your knees, taking your time the way you know Dabi likes, from the slow, deep breath he takes at the sight of you.
But you don’t let his brief approval distract you. Instead, it motivates you, and your hands move much more quickly, stripping him of the tight pants he favored. Working them off is more effort than it should be, but you still enjoy it. After all, how often do you get to cradle Dabi’s thighs? How many times have you been able to guide his hands to your shoulders to brace as you work the tight fabric down the rough skin of his thighs and calves?
Not often enough, you decide, rising slowly as you fold the pants and set them with Dabi’s shirt.
You turn your gaze back to Dabi, pausing as you take a moment to appreciate how fucking nice he looks. Scuffed up from a recent fight, yes, but overall? Dabi’s figure made your mouth dry and your cock throb with desire. Something the other man never hesitated to take advantage of, even if all he did was stand languidly before you with a brow raised at your lack of action.
“Sorry, Dabi,” you said, grinning slightly. “You know what you do to my focus. Won’t happen again tonight, though.”
It’s a lie, and you both know it. But your focus will last until the next part of the night is through. After all, you knew it was something Dabi needed, and you were nothing if not good at servicing the man you’d found yourself in a surprisingly intimate relationship with.
With that in mind, you switched gears, focusing on your task. Of course, the ropes were already prepared, so it took little time to take them in hand. Dabi had already told you he hadn’t wanted to be able to use his hands, and from there, it wasn’t hard to pick the ties that would make that easier on him.
Mind set, you began to move Dabi’s arms behind his back. Already, you can see some of the tension—hidden even with his easy stance—melting away.
“Harness and arm bindings for tonight, Dabi. Sounds good?”
Dabi didn’t respond with words; he just tipped his head in a way that you knew meant he approved. There’s familiar body language playing out before your eyes—signs you’d long taught yourself to recognize—that told you Dabi’s headspace was calming, sinking into controlled warmth that often came before he gave you what you craved after helping him along.
It makes you smile, but you don’t say anything else. Instead, you take the rope and start the slow, steady process of restricting Dabi’s torso. Dabi’s eyes slip shut, hiding the pretty blue from your sight, but it’s no bother to you as you focus on ensuring every sensation of the rope over his body is pleasant and grounding. After working with Dabi for so long, keeping the tension is practically an ingrained ability, as is keeping your breathing slow and steady, just as he’d shown you how to back when the two of you had started this dynamic.
It doesn’t take long for Dabi’s breathing to match yours, and as you secure his wrists, upper arms, and chest, you also find yourself falling into a quieter, centered headspace.
Serving, with the end goal of submitting, was always something you enjoyed. The fact that it brought Dabi pleasure as well—evidenced by the way his cock begins to fill out as you work, curving up almost teasingly—is only a bonus.
When you finish the final knot, Dabi’s cock is fully erect, flushed red with precum already beading at the tip, tempting you as you lick your lips.
Not yet. But soon.
“I’m going to walk you back now, Dabi,” you breathed. You get another slight nod and curl your hands around his upper arms. Slowly, you guide him back until his legs gently bump the edge of the bed. Without prompting, Dabi sinks onto it, spreading his legs as he does until he’s comfortable.
There’s already some cushioning behind him, thanks to your prep from earlier, and you wait with bated breath as Dabi’s gaze lazily drifts over to you. There are several heartbeats of silence, filled with tension and anticipation. Then Dabi’s lips curl up into a satisfied smirk, and you can see the last tension in his body bleed away, replaced with that heated, controlled power you craved like air.
“Come here, pet,” Dabi purred, tilting his head to the idea and letting his eyes flick down to his lap and back up to your face. “You’ve done so well so far. But you’re not done yet, are you, mouse?”
“No, Sir,” you breathe, licking your lips and approaching eagerly. Shedding your clothes is easy enough, as is making sure to keep the condom you’d grabbed earlier in hand. Dabi’s cock is already slick with precum, but a glance at his raised brow lets you know what he wants, so you grab the lube before you climb up on the bed, settling yourself in Dabi’s lap quickly.
His cock presses against your ass as you adjust yourself, and your cock brushes against his stomach, the sudden jolt of pleasurable sensation making you shiver as you barely stop the low noise it drags from your throat.
But no. Not yet. Service came before self—indulgence.
Pleasure would come regardless, after all. Dabi ensured that.
So with a shuddering breath, you reach behind yourself and slowly pull the plug from your ass with a lewd noise that has Dabi’s eyes darkening with want. Feeling almost painfully empty, your hand gropes for a moment before finding your goal, gently wrapping around Dabi’s cock.
The piercings felt almost startlingly cold compared to the heat of Dabi’s cock, but rather than a deterrent, it only served to fill you with even greater anticipation.
Swallowing roughly, you use a shaky hand to open the lube and drizzle an excess over your hand and his cock, before snapping the lid shut and dropping the bottle to the side. Firmly, you start to pump Dabi’s cock, spreading the lube and warming it until every inch of Dabi’s cock is slick and ready. Then, with a low groan, you position it against your ass, groaning lowly at the tease of Dabi’s cockhead pressing into you.
“Go on, pet. Don’t just tease yourself. Put it in.” Dabi’s voice is hypnotizing, and you’re helpless to do anything but listen. You start to sink onto it with a soft moan, letting your eyes flutter as you work yourself down.
The plug had more than done its job, and it didn’t take long for you to be fully seated on Dabi’s cock. The piercings press against your favorite places, sending pleasurable shudders over your body as you feel yourself adjusting to the fullness of your lover inside you.
Dabi gives you a few moments more before he clicks his tongue, drawing your attention back to him.
“Slowly, mouse. But start riding me. I want you to enjoy those piercings to the fullest, understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” you sigh, pleasure making itself known again as you drag yourself up, feeling every drag of the piercings through your sensitive walls. It’s not until you’re almost empty, just the head of Dabis cock inside of you, that you start to drop again, biting your lip and groaning at the sensations.
It doesn’t take long to settle into a rhythm that satisfies Dabi—one that has you making little noises of pleasure even as you want to whine about it not being enough. But Dabi knows how to read you well, especially like this, and with a rough laugh, he clicks his tongue and pulls your attention to him again.
“Let me mark you, pet. Take your owner’s bite nice and easy, and I’ll let you ride me however you want until you cum.”
It’s an offer you can’t refuse. So you don’t.
With an excited noise, you press yourself against Dabi’s chest, pressing him back against the pillows holding him up. With eager but gentle fingers, you card them through his hair and take a fistful, tipping Dabi’s head back just enough to be able to help move it until it’s nestled in the crook of your neck. Dabi’s lips curl up, and you whine with want as his tongue wets your skin, teasing you just enough to make you burn.
“Go on, pet. Let me see you unravel.”
Then, he’s sinking his teeth around the flesh of your shoulder, and you cry out as your ass tightens around him, your body quivering as you press Dabi closer. Your hips start to rock faster, the last of your restrictions lifted, and it doesn’t take long for you to brace against Dabi, using him as support as your orgasm creeps closer and closer.
“Sir, Sir, please, can I cum now, please?” You plead, feeling the steady pulse of heat and arousal growing unbearable as your orgasm creeps ever closer. Dabi’s teeth slowly release their hold on you, and the scarred man gives a low chuckle before pressing his lips to your neck.
“You’ve been so good for me, mouse. Go ahead. Cum on my cock, and let me see you.”
It’s all you need. With a cry, you cling tightly to Dabi, eyes screwed shut as the throb of your orgasm sweeps over your body, your ass milking Dabi’s cock as it starts to throb within you, a familiar heat filling you as both you and Dabi ride out the tides of the orgasm that’s swept over you.
Finally, you feel yourself settle into the aftershocks, and you slump against Dabi as you suck in heaving breaths.
“Shhh…you did good, mouse. Real good for me. Take your time. When you get your breath back, we can undo my harness, and then it’s my turn to take care of things for a while.”