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[kindacruelandmean]

Drink up.

Minors and Ageless Blogs DNI

*Summary: Dabi makes you drink his spit.

*A/N: This one is for me, yall. Really one of my nastiest desires 🥺. Tbh I was going to write it with Hawk's, but Dabi hits different. I'm a fan now.

*Tags/Warnings ⚠️ : Spit-kink, Degradation, Kidnapping, Forced Dehydration, 20 different pet names. Teasing. Patronizing language. Choking

"Did you know that the mouth produces 1 litre of saliva a day?" the scarred man sat at the other side of the table, his posture and attitude relaxed as if he was discussing the weather. "The more you know, right Cutie? This won't be your recommended 3 liters, but it should be good enough. "

Your only response was a furious glare from tired, dry eyes. Your throat felt like sandpaper when you swallowed, but you didn't want to give into his teasing. It was hard enough to ignore your pounding headache without his taunting voice.

You had been captured a few days ago. You were able to save your teammates from Dabi's blaze, but was unfortunately left behind. Exhausted, you were unable to defend yourself from being captured.

He forced you into a hot, muggy room and chained you to a wooden chair that sat on the wall-side of the heavy oak table. Placed on the table was a glass filled with his viscous spittle. Periodically, he would enter the room and make a show of spitting into the glass. This was one of many sick games that he subjected you to while you were held here.

"How long has it been? Surely you'll need to have a drink of water."

"Go fuck yourself," you croaked, throat pained.

"Mmh maybe that can be tomorrow's game, Dollface." He beamed with delight at your fear-fed reaction.

"It's just like a stuck up hero bitch to act like she's too good for hand outs from a lowly villain like me, huh?, Guess you don't want it. It has been a day or two, but you don't need water, right?" His cold, icy eyes bore into yours as he gauged you're reaction, looking for cracks. You tried hard not to give up, give in.

The scarred man rose from his seat. His finger trailed the rim of the glass for a moment, gooey strings followed his fingers.

"Last chance, Babydoll. After I leave out that door you might not see me for days, if you survive." He took his time picking up and inspecting the glass. "It'd be a shame if that Bakugou brat found your dehydrated husk." He lean legs strode towards the door, closer towards sealing your fate.

"W-wait... please... please!" The mention of your lover pushed you to your breaking point. You shook with anguish, unable to even cry out. "C-can I just have water, real water. I...I-ll do anything, please. I can't take this." You tried to reason.

"Finally come around? Well I got all the water you need right here. Its 99% water, after all. That and various enzymes. What more could you need?" Dabi was bubbling with mirth.

"You know...what I mean... please."It was hard for you to contain your dry sniffles.

Dabi sauntered back towards the table. "You're being awfully selfish and pushy." Coming over to your side, he lifted himself to sit on the table top. His heavy boots landed on your thighs and pushed down hard. You wailed in pain as his steeled ankles grinded against your thighs. Taking that opening, the scarred man shoved his free hand towards your chin. "How about some gratitude?" His grasp was tight as he shoved his thumb into your mouth, loudging it behind a row of teeth. Your mouth was fixed open. You gasped and cried at the intrusion, fighting to free yourself.

"Oh Toots, you're making some cute noises for me now, huh? You must really want it. You're my thirsty little bitch, right? Well, I won't keep ya waiting. Here it comes, fresh from the source!" With the drama of a show man, Dabi deeply exhaled, gargling the frothy contents of mouth, then leaned forward and launching the glob onto your tongue. It's took a snails pace to side down your throat.

"Drink up, Gorgeous! C'mon, it's what you wanted!" His palm squeeze tightly around your jaw. It caused you to gasp and choke down his spit. "There ya go, Baby. Lap it up, just like the filthy, nasty dog you are! Want more? Here ya go."

He brought the glass over your mouth and tipped it. "Steady your breathing, Bitch! Don't go choking just yet!" Dabi was reeling with laughter. Tossing the glass away he slapped his now free hand over your mouth. "Can't have you spilling a single drop." He was patient and gave you a few moments of struggled breathing and trying to reject the the fluids in your mouth.

"Aw need some help, Angel?" His pointing finger and thumb closed over your nose. The man smiled down at you, still patiently waiting for you to give. It took your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head before you could take no more. With no other choice you took a gulp, struggling to swallow your mouthful. He kept his hands still, through your retching and only removed his palm after he was sure you were finished. You puffed out cute little exhausted huffs and had drool stringing down your chin.

"Now wasn't that refreshing?"