⚠️This story contains smut, drugs, bad language, violence and s3l7 h@r|\/|.⚠️
I do not own any of these characters, only the story and the writing is mine.
Written from 24 Feb - 10 Mar
You were minding your own business, sitting in an alleyway. You...
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This chapter contains smut.
The time was now 2:56PM. You and Dabi had been fucking for HOURS. He just wasn't done.
You lost count after after an hour. The last you could remember counting to was 3.
"Y/N~ Let's go again." Dabi kissed your neck.
Your eyes shot towards him, and you glared at him. "No."
"Well I'm not gonna force you, but you won't have to do anything." He kissed you on the lips over and over again.
"I said NO." You grabbed his head and pushed him away from you.
"Let me sleep.." You groaned.
"Y/N, It's almost 3PM, there's no hope in hell you're gonna sleep now." Dabi stroked your thigh as you sat on his lap, trying to sleep. "Noo, I'm gonna sleep. I'm tired." You mumbled, nuzzling your face into his collar bone.
"Okay, whatever." Dabi sighed.
20 minutes later
"Okay, I can't sleep. Let's go somewhere." You said coldly as you stood up. Dabi chuckled, and helped you get dressed, and looked at the marks he left on the back of your neck, your chest, your shoulder. He was genuinely roud of his work.
"Call me an artist." He winked at you. "Shut up. I'm gonna have to hide this somehow. Mira will lose her shit at me if she finds out I was with you." You ran a hand through your hair, as you handed Dabi his shirt, while he pulled up his jeans. "Why would she lose her shit? Is she still hung up on the time when she caught me in your bed?" He laughed. "No, it's because I was in bed for two weeks, crying, not moving or even taking care of myself."
Dabi's eyes widened, as he covered his mouth. "Awe... you really care about me that much?" He teased. "Just shut up." You threw a shoe in his face.
"Deserved that..." He mumbled, rubbing his nose.
Your back ached, and your insides hurt.
"Hurry up." Dabi called over to you, as he pulled open the door to exit the building. "We need to get food and drink."
"Yeah, don't rush me." You shouted, pulling your hood up. Dabi smirked as he watched you walk over to the door. "Looking good, Doll."
You punched him in the arm. "I said not to call me that." You scowled. "You didn't mind earlier.." He rubbed his arm. "That was because it was earlier and we were having- ahem, nevermind." You rubbed your forehead.
"How is your hangover anyways?" Dabi asked, as you both began walking to the corner shop to get food and water. "Oh yeah, I forgot about it really. I feel fine now. I better start heading home tonight though, Mira is probably worried. Can we head to the club to try and get my purse back?" You looked over to Dabi, to see he was pouting.
