no because, listen to me, when having sex with dabi the two of you have to be pressed flush against each others as he pounds roughly into your wet pussy, he must feel your sweaty bodies brushing against one another; your nipples rubbing over his as the room is filled with the slapping sounds of your hips meeting, the squelching of your juices mixed, your moans, his groans, the heat around you two and the scent of sex lingering in the air drives him to the edge very easily. and then his eyes roll back into his skull as he presses the tip of his dick as deep as he can, spurting white hot thick ropes into your womb with a wolfish smirk on his mismatched lips that go to kiss your neck as he nuzzles into the crook of it, hugging you even closer when he feels your arms surround his neck tenderly while kissing him on the top of his head. that’s when a genuine, yet tired, smile paints his hidden lips as he presses them onto your skin, fluttering his eyes closed.

“ahh ah... my precious baby who always makes me happy...”