You’re laying back against a plush pillow, heated breaths mingling together as his tongue finds its way down your throat, slick muscle dragging to the roof of your mouth, desperate to soak up every sugar-coated whimper he can get, untrimmed fingernails digging deep into your hips and leaving their lilac bruises. You're hands in his white hair,arms around his neck and y'all have a deep make out session the tension in the air growing

For once, he’s the needy one tonight, trying to mark you up in every way he can, teeth marks and scratches overlapping as both hands slip down to tug at the silky pink fabric between your thighs, about to push the damp material aside until-

“Mommyyy!!”

A sudden sob cuts through the heat of the moment, freezing time, Dabi's face melting into a scowl when he realizes it’s his son….ruining yet another night.

“Damnit, the brat just had to ruin this…” He sighs and leans back onto his side of the bed, fixing himself up

It was probably another nightmare.