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𝑨 𝑭𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑵 - 𝑷𝑻 2

Author's Note: Part two of my fem!Dabi fic.

Content: Pussy EATING, lowkey dubcon, Dabi being a flirt and some light teasing.

Word Count: 2175

Summary: Dabi eats you out like a woman starved.

Dabi was selfish. You learned this the next morning, when, upon waking, she decided that the best way to wake you up was to crawl between your legs and bury her face in your cunt. Sloppy, teasing kisses to your underwear at first, watching as the damp spot in your underwear grew with each touch. Soon she was tugging your panties off completely, tossing them somewhere over her shoulder as she hovered above your glistening folds. Her hands gripped your thighs tightly as she adjusted your sleeping form, pressing your knees into your chest for better access as she wrapped her two-toned lips around your clit and sucked. 

You woke up very quickly, writhing at the feeling of her hot, warm tongue circling your sensitive nub. She was going agonizingly slow, avoiding your sensitive bud like it was the plague. 

“Mm- mnngh- Dabi?” You half-moaned, rubbing at your eyes to wake yourself up some more. Not that you needed the help. 

“Yeah baby?” Came the muffled response, Dabi’s electric blue eyes flicking up to watch as you sat up. Her voice was low and raspy with sleep, more so than usual and it only made the arousal leaking out of you and onto her bed sheets worse. She barely pulled away, content to keep her jaw where it was. “Wassup?” 

You scrunched your face up, trying to focus as your legs twitched in an attempt to bring the woman closer. The image of her eyes, hazy over the curve of your stomach was more than enough to send another chill up your veins. But…

“What are you doing?”

Dabi hummed quietly, finally pulling her mouth away from your pussy. She rested her head on one of your thighs and licked her lips like the cat who got the cream. Absolutely the right euphemism, the still-functioning part of your brain snarked. Shut up! The other part of your brain snapped back. 

“Havin’ breakfast,” Dabi replied, blinking at you. Definitely cat-like. “Why?” 

You hesitated, the words were on the tip of your tongue but now that Dabi’s warm, slick mouth was no longer on your most sensitive parts… you swallowed back a hungry, desperate whine. You shook your head and pressed the heels of your hands to your eyes, reaching for any form of coherent, non-horny thought. 

“Just uh.” You swallowed, licked your lips. “We only really met last week. And now you’re- Oh-! ”

Dabi took your incredibly brief pause as the perfect opportunity to lick a long, hot stripe up the length of your pussy, something catching at your needy hole. 

“Fuck, you have a tongue piercing?” You asked shakily, blinking rapidly. Your head felt so fuzzy, and your legs wouldn’t stop twitching. Never in your life had you made so much noise. 

She hummed and nodded, sticking her tongue out as far as it could go and oh. Oh. The thought that something that long could possibly be inside you if you played your cards right… 

“You like?” Dabi asked. 

Her hands moved up to grip the insides of your thighs, massaging and squeezing at your flesh like it was her own personal stress toy. You honestly felt like one with her long warm fingers pressing into you. You nodded quickly, eagerly. 

“How did you…” you hesitated. “I mean, how do you know I even like girls?” 

Dabi snickered at that, drumming her fingers along your skin, soft and plush - just the way she liked it. “Gaydar.”

“Oh- okay- fuck youu -” your words melted away easily as Dabi dragged you in by the meat of your legs. Her nose bumped against your clit and she moaned outright, no longer teasing as she slipped her tongue inside your sopping cunt. She mumbled something along the lines of ‘trying to’, or so you thought, but your brain wasn’t working right. But honestly, how could it, with the most dangerous, scrumptious looking woman you’d ever seen with her tongue submerged in you, the hot metal ball of her tongue ring pressing up against your walls? 

The noises that were coming from between your legs were downright obscene. Messy and wet and all sorts of dirty slurping sounds that made heat rise in your cheeks up to the tips of your ears. And you were no better, letting out soft, gasping whines with every breath. You did your best to not clamp your legs down around Dabi’s head, but she makes it so incredibly difficult with that god-forsaken tongue of hers. 

It was another few minutes of her sloppily making out with your pussy, nearly bringing you to an orgasm with each suck, each teasing bite and lap at your folds. Every inch of you was on-edge, prickling and tensed, but so filled with white-hot pleasure it was almost unbearable. It was only when you were jerking your hips and trying to push more of you into her mouth with your hand on top of her head that she pulled away with a wet smack, leaving you slick and wanting. She chuckled darkly and licked her lips, silver flashing over her teeth before she wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand. “Don’t get greedy.”

You nodded, trying to ignore how sticky your thighs felt. Dabi only watched you through half-lidded eyes, heady and frightening and possessive all in one. Neither of you said anything as she rubbed little circles into your skin; she was simply watching you, waiting for you to catch your breath so she could go right back in and torture you again. 

You stopped her before she could, or you tried. “Why- why are you doing this? We don’t kno- oh, fuck.” 

Dabi, the little tease, decidedly changed her mind on letting you rest. Instead, her tongue found its way back to your clit, lapping at it gently, keeping eye contact with you. She was toying with you, pressing your buttons (almost literally, God you wished she would press that hot metal piercing into the swollen ‘button’ that was your bundle of nerves), trying to gauge how far she could push you before you snapped. 

It didn’t take long, your fingers fisting in her hair (it was the perfect length for pulling, you noted) and arching your back as Dabi almost finished you off, again. But instead of sweet relief, she merely released your pussy lips once more, repeating her earlier actions of licking her lips, tasting your arousal and seeming to love it. 

“We met when?” Dabi cooed, teasing. One of her hands walked itself on two fingers up your thigh, sticking to your sensitive and now tacky skin. And then those fingers started circling your hole, still teasing. You whined, high pitched and needy and breathless, and wiggled your hips in what you hoped was an enticing way. 

“Aht-aht-aht.” She scolded, flicking her middle finger across your over-stimulated clit. You keened again at the rush of pleasure in your veins, pelvis jolting. “When did we “only really” meet, sweetheart? Come on, finish your sentence.” 

You were going to kill this woman if her words didn’t take you out first. You inhaled sharply, opening your mouth to respond and Dabi used the opportunity to press one, surprisingly gentle, finger inside of your aching cunt. That one, long, hot finger curled against your walls almost lovingly, tapping out a staccato rhythm. You could only moan in tandem. 

Dabi snickered as she watched you, unable to form a coherent thought let alone a sentence. She doubted you could remember your own name right now, but she wasn’t cruel enough to ask that. Truthfully, the sight of you, like this, with your legs bent and spread for her, eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head and breathing hard with soft little whines escaping you was hotter than she’d like to admit. 

If she was being honest with herself, and Dabi almost never was, your scent and the very taste of you was intoxicating. She wanted to keep you in her bed for the rest of time if it meant seeing you like this every night. Fuck the League, you were her only priority right now, and watching you squirm and whimper and not-quite-beg-out-loud was doing things to Dabi that she liked. Every movement you made, every soft little sigh held her attention like a moth to a flame. It wasn’t an inappropriate analogy, she thought. The world outside faded into the background, leaving just the two of you in this intimate moment where nothing else mattered. Nevermind the point you were trying to make, Dabi thought, still curling her finger inside you. She needed to keep you like this.

But you hadn’t answered her question. That wouldn’t do. Dabi curled her finger one more time, pressing against the spongy spot inside you to make you yelp and jerk before she drew it out and licked it clean.  

“Cat got your tongue?” She asked, not breaking eye contact with you. Her tongue wrapped around the digit sensually, the silver of metal of her tongue ring flashing in the morning light. 

You shook yourself out of your reverie. “No, just- what was the question?” 

Dabi snorted, turning to press a kiss on your knee. “I asked when we met, baby. Why’s it so important to you?” 

“Because we met, like, last week! Ohh, my God.” 

She dove back in, slicking your pussy up once more with her hot tongue. The staples on her cheeks scraped against your inner thighs, chafing in a way that shouldn’t have been pleasurable, but it was. “Y’taste s’fuckin good, pretty girl,” she mumbled into your cunt. “C’mon, tell me what’s wrong with us meetin’ last week.”

Fuck.  

You shivered and whimpered loudly, grinding into her mouth with every ounce of horny-brained sanity you had. “You’re not playing fair!” You gasped, blinking quickly as pleasure raced through your body. It settled in your core with a heat that Dabi was currently stoking, and now she wasn’t holding back. Every prod of her hot, wet tongue, every scrape of her teeth against your clit was determined to make you come. The sheets beneath you were soaked with just how much you were dripping, and the feeling of her tongue piercing swirling around your sensitive, almost abused bundle of nerves was enough to drag you in an unexpected orgasm. 

You moaned, almost a low scream and felt your hand tighten in Dabi’s hair. You could barely register her lapping at your still-spasming pussy, thighs clutched tight around her head. That only left you trapped with your gorgeous torturer’s tongue against you. If you thought she wasn’t being fair before, it was nothing compared to what her mouth is doing pressed flush with your body. You’d be okay with her being mean for the rest of your life if it meant she’d stay with her head between your thighs. 

“Oh my fucking God – " you panted, feeling your body get propelled effortlessly through your release. Your mouth was running a mile a minute. "Please, please, I can't, I need –" 

She slurped hungrily at your fluttering walls through every pulse. When you finally felt yourself coming down from your ecstatic haze, you chanced a look down and, oh fuck. Her pupils almost overwhelmed her vibrant blue eyes as she gazed up at you, gorgeous there on her knees. After an eternity she pulled away from you, licking her lips. Her cheeks and chin were drenched in your slick, She blinked slowly, once, twice. You briefly thought your brain might be melting out of your ears.

“I didn’t hear you complaining,” Dabi said, that lazy tone still embedded in her voice despite her panting. 

Your mind flitted to just seconds before you came, your proclamation of “you’re not being fair” ringing in your ears. “I… did complain, but I’m just thinking it’s a bit strange that you ate me out after only knowing me for a week.” 

She merely rolled her eyes and rose to her feet, towering over you once more. You felt your pussy spasm at the very sight, an embarrassing noise clawing its way out of your throat. Dabi chuckled quietly, getting even more in your space as she crawled onto her bed with you, pushing you back against the pillows. You still felt woozy from jizzing your tits off, and you had to look away from her to stop from overtaking you, body and soul. 

She tsked and leaned over you with one hand, the other tilting your chin back towards her. “You can’t be mad at me after I gave you that mind blowing orgasm.”

You gaped up at Dabi, expression torn between confusion and indignation. You only received a pretty little smirk in response. 

Then she spoke, entirely too cocky. “Besides, if you’re worried about things not being fair you can go down on me next.” 

She had to be blatantly ignoring your complaints. That was the only way she could have interpreted your worries as a matter of fairness. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” 

“Damn, that’s crazy.”

Author's Note: I hope this is good ell oh ell. another day of denying being a lesbian. Requests are OPEN!

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𝑨 𝑭𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑵 - 𝑷𝑻 2

Author's Note: Part two of my fem!Dabi fic.

Content: Pussy EATING, lowkey dubcon, Dabi being a flirt and some light teasing.

Word Count: 2175

Summary: Dabi eats you out like a woman starved.

Dabi was selfish. You learned this the next morning, when, upon waking, she decided that the best way to wake you up was to crawl between your legs and bury her face in your cunt. Sloppy, teasing kisses to your underwear at first, watching as the damp spot in your underwear grew with each touch. Soon she was tugging your panties off completely, tossing them somewhere over her shoulder as she hovered above your glistening folds. Her hands gripped your thighs tightly as she adjusted your sleeping form, pressing your knees into your chest for better access as she wrapped her two-toned lips around your clit and sucked. 

You woke up very quickly, writhing at the feeling of her hot, warm tongue circling your sensitive nub. She was going agonizingly slow, avoiding your sensitive bud like it was the plague. 

“Mm- mnngh- Dabi?” You half-moaned, rubbing at your eyes to wake yourself up some more. Not that you needed the help. 

“Yeah baby?” Came the muffled response, Dabi’s electric blue eyes flicking up to watch as you sat up. Her voice was low and raspy with sleep, more so than usual and it only made the arousal leaking out of you and onto her bed sheets worse. She barely pulled away, content to keep her jaw where it was. “Wassup?” 

You scrunched your face up, trying to focus as your legs twitched in an attempt to bring the woman closer. The image of her eyes, hazy over the curve of your stomach was more than enough to send another chill up your veins. But…

“What are you doing?”

Dabi hummed quietly, finally pulling her mouth away from your pussy. She rested her head on one of your thighs and licked her lips like the cat who got the cream. Absolutely the right euphemism, the still-functioning part of your brain snarked. Shut up! The other part of your brain snapped back. 

“Havin’ breakfast,” Dabi replied, blinking at you. Definitely cat-like. “Why?” 

You hesitated, the words were on the tip of your tongue but now that Dabi’s warm, slick mouth was no longer on your most sensitive parts… you swallowed back a hungry, desperate whine. You shook your head and pressed the heels of your hands to your eyes, reaching for any form of coherent, non-horny thought. 

“Just uh.” You swallowed, licked your lips. “We only really met last week. And now you’re- Oh-! ”

Dabi took your incredibly brief pause as the perfect opportunity to lick a long, hot stripe up the length of your pussy, something catching at your needy hole. 

“Fuck, you have a tongue piercing?” You asked shakily, blinking rapidly. Your head felt so fuzzy, and your legs wouldn’t stop twitching. Never in your life had you made so much noise. 

She hummed and nodded, sticking her tongue out as far as it could go and oh. Oh. The thought that something that long could possibly be inside you if you played your cards right… 

“You like?” Dabi asked. 

Her hands moved up to grip the insides of your thighs, massaging and squeezing at your flesh like it was her own personal stress toy. You honestly felt like one with her long warm fingers pressing into you. You nodded quickly, eagerly. 

“How did you…” you hesitated. “I mean, how do you know I even like girls?” 

Dabi snickered at that, drumming her fingers along your skin, soft and plush - just the way she liked it. “Gaydar.”

“Oh- okay- fuck youu -” your words melted away easily as Dabi dragged you in by the meat of your legs. Her nose bumped against your clit and she moaned outright, no longer teasing as she slipped her tongue inside your sopping cunt. She mumbled something along the lines of ‘trying to’, or so you thought, but your brain wasn’t working right. But honestly, how could it, with the most dangerous, scrumptious looking woman you’d ever seen with her tongue submerged in you, the hot metal ball of her tongue ring pressing up against your walls? 

The noises that were coming from between your legs were downright obscene. Messy and wet and all sorts of dirty slurping sounds that made heat rise in your cheeks up to the tips of your ears. And you were no better, letting out soft, gasping whines with every breath. You did your best to not clamp your legs down around Dabi’s head, but she makes it so incredibly difficult with that god-forsaken tongue of hers. 

It was another few minutes of her sloppily making out with your pussy, nearly bringing you to an orgasm with each suck, each teasing bite and lap at your folds. Every inch of you was on-edge, prickling and tensed, but so filled with white-hot pleasure it was almost unbearable. It was only when you were jerking your hips and trying to push more of you into her mouth with your hand on top of her head that she pulled away with a wet smack, leaving you slick and wanting. She chuckled darkly and licked her lips, silver flashing over her teeth before she wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand. “Don’t get greedy.”

You nodded, trying to ignore how sticky your thighs felt. Dabi only watched you through half-lidded eyes, heady and frightening and possessive all in one. Neither of you said anything as she rubbed little circles into your skin; she was simply watching you, waiting for you to catch your breath so she could go right back in and torture you again. 

You stopped her before she could, or you tried. “Why- why are you doing this? We don’t kno- oh, fuck.” 

Dabi, the little tease, decidedly changed her mind on letting you rest. Instead, her tongue found its way back to your clit, lapping at it gently, keeping eye contact with you. She was toying with you, pressing your buttons (almost literally, God you wished she would press that hot metal piercing into the swollen ‘button’ that was your bundle of nerves), trying to gauge how far she could push you before you snapped. 

It didn’t take long, your fingers fisting in her hair (it was the perfect length for pulling, you noted) and arching your back as Dabi almost finished you off, again. But instead of sweet relief, she merely released your pussy lips once more, repeating her earlier actions of licking her lips, tasting your arousal and seeming to love it. 

“We met when?” Dabi cooed, teasing. One of her hands walked itself on two fingers up your thigh, sticking to your sensitive and now tacky skin. And then those fingers started circling your hole, still teasing. You whined, high pitched and needy and breathless, and wiggled your hips in what you hoped was an enticing way. 

“Aht-aht-aht.” She scolded, flicking her middle finger across your over-stimulated clit. You keened again at the rush of pleasure in your veins, pelvis jolting. “When did we “only really” meet, sweetheart? Come on, finish your sentence.” 

You were going to kill this woman if her words didn’t take you out first. You inhaled sharply, opening your mouth to respond and Dabi used the opportunity to press one, surprisingly gentle, finger inside of your aching cunt. That one, long, hot finger curled against your walls almost lovingly, tapping out a staccato rhythm. You could only moan in tandem. 

Dabi snickered as she watched you, unable to form a coherent thought let alone a sentence. She doubted you could remember your own name right now, but she wasn’t cruel enough to ask that. Truthfully, the sight of you, like this, with your legs bent and spread for her, eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head and breathing hard with soft little whines escaping you was hotter than she’d like to admit. 

If she was being honest with herself, and Dabi almost never was, your scent and the very taste of you was intoxicating. She wanted to keep you in her bed for the rest of time if it meant seeing you like this every night. Fuck the League, you were her only priority right now, and watching you squirm and whimper and not-quite-beg-out-loud was doing things to Dabi that she liked. Every movement you made, every soft little sigh held her attention like a moth to a flame. It wasn’t an inappropriate analogy, she thought. The world outside faded into the background, leaving just the two of you in this intimate moment where nothing else mattered. Nevermind the point you were trying to make, Dabi thought, still curling her finger inside you. She needed to keep you like this.

But you hadn’t answered her question. That wouldn’t do. Dabi curled her finger one more time, pressing against the spongy spot inside you to make you yelp and jerk before she drew it out and licked it clean.  

“Cat got your tongue?” She asked, not breaking eye contact with you. Her tongue wrapped around the digit sensually, the silver of metal of her tongue ring flashing in the morning light. 

You shook yourself out of your reverie. “No, just- what was the question?” 

Dabi snorted, turning to press a kiss on your knee. “I asked when we met, baby. Why’s it so important to you?” 

“Because we met, like, last week! Ohh, my God.” 

She dove back in, slicking your pussy up once more with her hot tongue. The staples on her cheeks scraped against your inner thighs, chafing in a way that shouldn’t have been pleasurable, but it was. “Y’taste s’fuckin good, pretty girl,” she mumbled into your cunt. “C’mon, tell me what’s wrong with us meetin’ last week.”

Fuck.  

You shivered and whimpered loudly, grinding into her mouth with every ounce of horny-brained sanity you had. “You’re not playing fair!” You gasped, blinking quickly as pleasure raced through your body. It settled in your core with a heat that Dabi was currently stoking, and now she wasn’t holding back. Every prod of her hot, wet tongue, every scrape of her teeth against your clit was determined to make you come. The sheets beneath you were soaked with just how much you were dripping, and the feeling of her tongue piercing swirling around your sensitive, almost abused bundle of nerves was enough to drag you in an unexpected orgasm. 

You moaned, almost a low scream and felt your hand tighten in Dabi’s hair. You could barely register her lapping at your still-spasming pussy, thighs clutched tight around her head. That only left you trapped with your gorgeous torturer’s tongue against you. If you thought she wasn’t being fair before, it was nothing compared to what her mouth is doing pressed flush with your body. You’d be okay with her being mean for the rest of your life if it meant she’d stay with her head between your thighs. 

“Oh my fucking God – " you panted, feeling your body get propelled effortlessly through your release. Your mouth was running a mile a minute. "Please, please, I can't, I need –" 

She slurped hungrily at your fluttering walls through every pulse. When you finally felt yourself coming down from your ecstatic haze, you chanced a look down and, oh fuck. Her pupils almost overwhelmed her vibrant blue eyes as she gazed up at you, gorgeous there on her knees. After an eternity she pulled away from you, licking her lips. Her cheeks and chin were drenched in your slick, She blinked slowly, once, twice. You briefly thought your brain might be melting out of your ears.

“I didn’t hear you complaining,” Dabi said, that lazy tone still embedded in her voice despite her panting. 

Your mind flitted to just seconds before you came, your proclamation of “you’re not being fair” ringing in your ears. “I… did complain, but I’m just thinking it’s a bit strange that you ate me out after only knowing me for a week.” 

She merely rolled her eyes and rose to her feet, towering over you once more. You felt your pussy spasm at the very sight, an embarrassing noise clawing its way out of your throat. Dabi chuckled quietly, getting even more in your space as she crawled onto her bed with you, pushing you back against the pillows. You still felt woozy from jizzing your tits off, and you had to look away from her to stop from overtaking you, body and soul. 

She tsked and leaned over you with one hand, the other tilting your chin back towards her. “You can’t be mad at me after I gave you that mind blowing orgasm.”

You gaped up at Dabi, expression torn between confusion and indignation. You only received a pretty little smirk in response. 

Then she spoke, entirely too cocky. “Besides, if you’re worried about things not being fair you can go down on me next.” 

She had to be blatantly ignoring your complaints. That was the only way she could have interpreted your worries as a matter of fairness. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” 

“Damn, that’s crazy.”

Author's Note: I hope this is good ell oh ell. another day of denying being a lesbian. Requests are OPEN!

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ABSOLUTELY NO ONE HAS MY PERMISSION TO REPOST MY WORK TO ANY SITE.