“You want me in there, I know you do” he growled, pumping himself harder.
“Nope,” you lied, “this is feeling just fine.”
“Lies,” he snarled, cupping his balls a little with his other hand while he stroked himself firmly.
“I told you. I can definitely get myself off without you. Piece of cake.”
“You and I both know you’re lying,” he replied, rubbing his thumb over the tip of his cock.
“That would feel so much better for you if there was a piercing along there.” You used your free hand to point to the underside of his cock and drag your fingertip along the midline from his balls to his tip.
“Ok. You know what? Yeah it would. I forfeit. Just let me fuck you senseless!” he groaned, unable to take the visual stimulation any longer.
“So you’ll get a Jacob’s ladder?” you asked with surprise.
“Yes. Fuck it. Lemme smash.”
“So sexy,'” you teased, “what if I’m happy with my fingers?”
“You know you’re just teasing me now,” he replied, yanking his shirt off and dropping down on his stomach to bury his head between your legs then biting into the back of your hand.
“No!” You finger bopped him on the bridge of the nose and forehead but he wasn’t stopping continuing to bite into your thumb and pulling back to removing your fingers from your core before yanking your panties off and demanding your shirt and bra be removed as well.
“See!” you leered, “YOU were the one who couldn’t handle it… weak.”
“I don’t even care,” he replied, “talk your shit while I eat you out then fill you with my cock.”
His mouth was on your pussy before you could make any objections and your body responded immediately.
“Ahhh~,” you moaned arching your pelvic bone against his mouth as he sucked and licked on your pussy lips.
Wrapping your legs around his head, you pulled him against you then grabbed a fist full of his hair and rocked up against his mouth.
“You should get a tongue piercing while you’re at it,” you moaned.
“Considered” he mumbled through his mouthful of pussy.
He gave you one last kiss down there then fought your legs off his shoulders and pushed forwards, crawling between your legs and dropping his bare hips to yours.
Instinctively you wrapped your legs over his back as his slippery mouth met yours, your own taste resting on your tongue as he passionately kissed you.
He arched back then pushed forwards, his cock lining up with your entrance perfectly then entering as he pushed forwards into you, making you both moan with the satisfying sensation.
“You fit me so well,” you moaned into his mouth, dragging your fingers from his shoulderblades to his lower back as his body rocked back and forth ontop of you- the distinct pattern of his patchwork skin adding an extra dimension to your romp.
His hands were around your neck and in your hair [A/N: If you refuse for him to touch your hair then just ignore the hair part.], owning you and holding you down as he thrust into you.
As you kissed messily again, he shifted his weight to the side and your legs unlocked from his back.
“Over you go,” he grunted as he rolled over to pull you up ontop of himself, pumping his dick up into you as you pulled your knees up either side of his body and sat up, bouncing and rocking back and forth as you placed your hands on his bare chest.
“Oh yes, fuck this feels good,” you moaned, scrunching your fingers into his scarred flesh.
“Tell me when you’re close,” he rasped, griping your hips to help you ride him.
“Get ready because l’m gonna cum,” you whined.
Dabi licked his thumb then reached down and pressed it to your clit, swiping it back and forth over your throbbing bud to help you get the last of the way there.
You wailed out as you came, thrusting furiously up and down on his shaft and you cussed and whined with delight.
“I’m gonna cum,” Dabi panted, lifting you up off his cock.
Maneuvering quickly, you jumped off then turned around and planted your mouth over his cock, taking him all the way in as he cupped the back of your head and pumped up into your mouth a few times then released- grunting with each pulse of his dick.
“Damn that was good,” he yawned, “I could go for a sleep now.”
“Same” you replied, after swallowing his cum, “the paint has a little more to go before it’s dry and ready for a second coat, so just nap till then.”
You flopped down across his clothed chest and promptly passed out.
It was 1 am when you woke and you got up to check the freshly painted walls, noting they were dry now so you got the next layer ready and started to paint.
“What the fuck?” Dabi groaned in a sleepy voice as he entered the room with heavily squinted eyes, “it’s fucking 1:30am why are you painting… naked?”
“Got a problem?” you asked sassily, opening your arms out like ‘what are you gonna do about it’?”
“No problem,” he yawned, “do you need me?”
“Nah. I got it”
“Ok. I’m gonna go back to bed, yell if you need me.”
And with that, he left, leaving you to your painting.
It was close to 4am when you decided to wrap it up and you washed everything out and crawled into bed, bits of dried paint splattered across your body.
When you woke next it was 3pm and Dabi wasn’t beside you.
“What is my sleep schedule these days, fucking non existent is what it is.” You rolled over and placed your arm up over your forehead, staring at the ceiling.
Then you remembered the last coat of paint.
“Better go do that,” you thought, dragging yourself out of bed, still naked, and wandering off downstairs.
You were up the ladder again, clothesless, when Dabi walk in.
“Honey, I’m home,” he called cheekily, a pizza box in hand.
“PIZZA!” you shouted, dropping everything and jumping from the ladder then running to him.
He caught you with one arm and pressed you to his side as he kissed the top of your head.
“The fuck is this? The new fashion?” He jutted his chin, gesturing to the fact you were painting naked again.
“I can’t be fucked to put clothes on and it’s my own damn house. No one is telling me I need to wear clothes in here. Fuck the police.”
Dabi chuckled, “well I ain’t complaining.”
He let you go and walked into the kitchen. “Just means I get to watch your tits jiggle as you work.”