Gimme What I Want by The Rose
Day 49
It had been too long since the night that she was with Dabi. And the sexy confidence that came from the act was fading. Dressing up nice for work was losing its appeal. She knew what she really wanted.
So tonight she decided to go to his apartment all by herself. Ali remembered the route from when she first went there with Digit. When she arrived by herself she could see the shock on his face. But he still lets her in the apartment.
There wasn't anyone in the apartment. She mentions this and he states that she's clearly early.
He was standing at the counter in the kitchen working with his fingers. Looking closer she can see that he was creating a joint. "Would you like a hit?" He offered it to her after taking the first himself.
She looks at it nervously but in the end accepts it and tries to hide her embarrassment when she starts hacking and coughing on it. Having never smoked before she had just tried to mimic what she saw him do.
When she looks at him with her watery eyes, she doesn't see judgment and feels relief.
"You're so cute." His words were soft and she could feel just how close he stepped toward her, "Let me help you."
His height had him looking down at her. His eyes were locked with hers the whole time.
As he brings the joint to his lips with his thumb and index finger and draws her in with his other hand, inhaling from the joint.
Eyes still locked he brings his lips to hers and he slowly and gently guides her to open her mouth. He releases the smoke and almost instinctively she understands that she's to suck it in herself.
When all the smoke has left him and he can tell that she's had her share he starts to kiss her fleetingly. But it wasn't the small kisses as to why she came to his apartment that evening.
She draws onto the collar of his jacket and can feel herself growling into his lips.
"Easy tiger." He snickers into her lips.
"Give me what I want." She bites his bottom lip.
He doesn't fight her advances and instead encourages them. His hands wrapping into her hair and pulling her face closer as they share an open mouthed assault on eachother. He walks backwards leading them.
Ali follows him while her brain starts to get clouded with the drug that is Dabi. Feeling the different textures of his skin against hers and as the staples graze across her face as they makeout. Feeling his wet tongue drags and drifts across her own. Tasting and exploring her mouth.
She wasn't paying attention as they made their way into what she assumed was his room. Ali almost throws a fit when the man pulls away from her.
He chuckles at her pout and in response he holds her shoulders in place, steadying her, "This Tiger needs to be tamed." Her eyes widen as he pushes forcefully at her shoulders making her fall backwards onto the bed. She can feel the air rush past her hair and the adrenaline sticks inside her.
Before she can even register anymore of the action he was already straddling her hips and bringing his lips back to hers. It was rough and exploitative. His hands followed their example over her shirt and then under her shirt.
Ali feels his teeth make contact with her shoulders, the sharp delivery of a pleasurable pain sinking into her flesh.
Dabi's hands pull at the hem of her shirt, "Tiger likes to be bitten? Here I thought you'd be the one who likes to bite." His voice was seductive in his teasing.
He fed the fantasy in her head with his nickname for her. Being a strong woman. A feral cat that was wild but played with the idea of being tamed.
Tamed. Caged. No. Being with Keigo was like being in a cage.
She lets Dabi take off her shirt and proceeds to shove him off of her so that she can be the one straddling him.
"Be careful what you ask for Dabi." She doesn't wait for a response as she dives in to steal his lips. Open mouth with teeth and tongue.
Dominating his mouth before taking it to his jaw, neck, and his collarbone peeking out through his 'v' cut shirt. Hearing his groans of encouragement helps her as she sucks and bites at his marred skin.
Leaving little hickies across the skin that was pale as her hand starts to work with his pants belt. Wanting to get to the point. He lifts his hips to help her when she tugs at his pants and briefs.
His member was already fully hard and ready for her. That simple thought alone helped her leave any hesitation behind as she lowered her head to take him into her mouth.
Dabi gasps as she wraps her wet mouth around him. Neglecting any of the foreplay that usually leads to blowjobs. It felt like a power move to have him gasp at her sudden boldness.
She sucks, hollows her mouth and bobs her head in a rhythm and then changing the rhythm and then going back. Hearing Dabi's heavy breathing and feeling his hand starting to roam over her body helped keep her torturous teasing with his shaft.
His hands began to undress her bottoms and tug her so that her torso was becoming horizontal with his. The indication of what he was leading her into was embarrassing and made her feel vulnerable. She'd never had a guy go down on her that way. Besides the guy's face she rode when she went out drinking.
But the liquid courage helped her with that. This time all she had was her hair to shield her face. Not that he could see it when he pulled her legs to straddle his head. She distracted herself by deep throating him, hitting her mouth to the base.
And when she feels Dabi's sharp pointed tongue make contact with her clit she can't help but involuntarily gag out a groan around his shaft. Something he enjoyed.
She could tell because his girth twitched in her mouth and his lips smirked as his mouth adventures the new angle of her folds.
She continues her bobbing and her mind gets lost and lazy in her actions as her thoughts drift to the lapping and licking of Dabi's tongue.
Jaw pained and aching she lets up and in that moment Dabi's got two fingers intruding into her heat. Gliding and sliding through the wet from his saliva and her natural lubricant.
Her breathing becomes heavy and because she didn't want to show weakness she starts to use her hands on him more than her mouth.
His heated tongue works simultaneously with his fingers driving her to the point of trembling and finds that she has completely stopped all actions with his cock.
Her forehead shamelessly lay in his spit covered groin while she organisms over his face.
The hazy euphoria swirls through her and washes away all the embarrassment from the 69 position that they were in.
Through the daze Dabi maneuvers them so that she is now on her side and has one leg lifted over his shoulder. A position she'd only seen in porn.
His lips kiss her ankles and his hands manhandle her trembling thighs. She hadn't felt this cherished in a long time.
Dabi nibbles at her calf, "You want me to fuck you now?"
She nods her head.
"Nah," His hands stroke his inner thighs, "Tell me you want me to fuck you."
Ali bites her lip and locks into his lazily and tantalizing eyes.
"Fuck me Dabi." She hooks her loose leg around his, "Fuck me so hard till I can't think straight anymore." And though she doesn't say it.
Touch me like he never did.
Because he abandoned me.
She saw it in his eyes. Dabi heard her unspoken words and there was something about him understanding the brokenness that made the pleasure all the better when he thrusted into her without much warning behind it.