You gripped harder into the back of his neck, thumb and index finger on soft supple skin while your middle finger and last two fingers lay on scar stiffened tissue.
“At least your ass hole is soft,” you snickered at him.
“Fuck off, bitch,” he growled back to you, turning his head a little so that he could glare at you with those turquoise eyes while you fucked him with force.
The old bedside table rattled as he gripped the sides of it, holding onto it as he remained bent over it for you.
“Ha! You say fuck off… but don’t you mean, fuck you?” you leered, giving him a good few hard thrusts with your cock.
“Wait till tonight,” he leered back to you.
“Nah, Dabi, I told you, I’ll always top you and you love it, see?” You reached around under him and grabbed a handful of his stiff cock and balls. “See this? Feel this? Feel how fucking hard you are? You fucking love me up your ass, don’t you? Say it.”
“Screw you, maggot,” he growled, his eyes rolling as his dick twitched in your hand.
“Admit it!” you barked at him, taking out your sexual frustration by grabbing his hips and railing into him, “admit that you love it, bitch. I’m the only one who can make you cum.” You let out an egotistically haughty laugh and then reached under him again to feel his cock.
Dabi had gone quiet. He wasn’t going to admit the truth, but he did love how you overpowered him, in more ways than one, and would take him and make him bend over so you could please yourself in his ass when no one else was around.
You slid your fingers to his tip and pinched it lightly, squeezing the pre-cum from his slit and massaging it around.
“Don’t fucking do that,” Dabi whine-growled, his teeth gritting and grinding in pleasure as his eyes rolled.
“Why? Huh? Because it feels so fucking good? Are you gonna cum everywhere, spill your hot cum all on the floor like you can’t control it?” you belittled him.
If he could have replied, he would have, but Dabi was only just holding it together. You had been railing into his prostate for a while now and he was starting to tippy-toe to the brink of sanity.
He wanted to cum. But he also didn’t want to cum- as he felt like that would mean that you had won… But damn he wanted to release.
Warring with himself, he pulled away a bit, not wanting to go too quickly but you wanted to force it out of him.
“You’re gonna cum because I said so,” you growled, grabbing onto him so he couldn’t escape, while you rubbed his tip with your thumb, wiggling it back and forth over his slit.
“Hnngggg,” Dabi groaned in a strained voice, dropping his head down and glancing down at his cock to see what you were doing.
The visuals were too much and he came then, erupting into your hand while you smeared it all over him and continued to fuck his ass.
“Get off me now, dick,” Dabi growled, panting and trying to pull away but you hadn’t finished and you weren’t going to stop until you had your fill.
“Nah, bitch, you’ll take it,” you snarled, letting go of his cock and grabbing his hips while he moved off from the bedside table he had been holding onto and trying to turn so that you would pull free of his ass.
You hung on for dear life and wrestled him over to the bed, forcing him face first down onto it while still being buried into his ass.
“Hold still now, you little whore,” you said, slamming your hips to his ass.
Dabi groaned and fought you a little but he still liked the feeling of you inside him so didn’t mind… he knew if he just let you have your way without any resistance, you would tease him about it till the end of time, so he had to at least make it look like he was trying.
“Yeah, you like that,” you panted, your hips muscles quivering with exhaustion from the extended time it was taking to cum.
“Just you wait till next time,” Dabi growled, looking back at you over his shoulder (as best he could, since you had him pinned down pretty good.)
“Next time I’m gonna throat fuck you senseless,” you bit back in a carnal tone, well and truly high on sex fumes, “I’m gonna make you choke on me over and over then breed that whore throat of yours.”
As if to accentuate what you were saying you forcefully railed into him, feeling like you were about to cum.
Dabi could feel you were getting close and at the last second, wriggled hard and managed to interrupt your climax, throwing you off, then pinning you down onto the bed as he swung a leg over you, facing your hard-on.
“Ooo,” Dabi snarled with devilish excitement, “what have we here? A cock that is begging to cum? Huh? And now you can’t? What a fucking waste of space you are.” His malicious laugh rang out as he grabbed your cock and squeezed it while it pulsed away in his hand.
“Don’t!” you panted, you were so close to climax, but you didn’t trust Dabi.
“What if I do this?” Dabi asked, reaching between your legs and pushing a finger straight up your ass.
You cock jumped with the sudden digital intrusion and then bobbed as Dabi roughly dry fingered your hole.
It was abrasive, but, a butterfly, landing on your tip, could have made you cum, so this rough pleasure was actually working well for you to calm your horniness a little.
“Cum on yourself, bitch,” Dabi growled, stroking you firmly with one hand, like he was going to milk the cum from you, and fucking your hole with his other finger.
You tried to fight it but your body was ready for the release and without warning you exploded, all over him, and yourself.
Dabi laughed sadistically while you lay there throbbing.
“Ha. How pathetic. You couldn’t even stop yourself from cumming,” he mused.
“Shut up,” you panted.
“Looks like I win this time around,” Dabi leered, looking back at you with an evil triumphant grin on his face, “no wait… I win every time… so this is normal.”
“Shut it, bitch,” you mumbled, tired now after that session.
“Awww, baby needs a nap. You sleep and I’ll keep watch. The rest of the loonies are due to come back soon anyway. Just put your pants back on, you whore,” Dabi said as he got up and put his pants back on. “Don’t want them knowing that we fuck every time they leave.”
“I’m pretty sure they know, since you walk like a bottom slut after I finish with you,” you teased him.
“Says you, one pump man,” Dabi teased back, “I only got one knuckle in before you came.”
“You’re such an ass,” you said with a chuckle.
“Fuck you. Now rest,” he replied as he walked to the door, “I’ll come get you in an hour.”
“Thanks,” you yawned, reaching for your pants to put them on before falling asleep.
~ END ~