???????????????????????????????????????? || Yandere!Dabi x Reader

8. Homesick ✦

"You're such an idiot." You laugh at Keigo's stupid story, snorting slightly. You had forgotten how funny he is. How easy it is to talk with him. How he can work fast and proficiently while still taking the time to speak with you.

That's how he always was and still is. Fast. Like he's rushing through life, desperately chasing after success, and yet so laid back and carefree, so charming. Maybe he didn't change much after all. But no matter what, he is perfect. He has to be. And you hate him for it.

You sigh, looking over at the clock. It's getting late, and it's been three hours since he came over to work with you on the project. You know you shouldn't have him around any later. Who knows what could happen? It would definitely be something you'd regret. You were not about to be another girl he'd have hanging on his bedpost. No way.

So, you shut your laptop, having everything automatically saved, and looking over at him. "I think that's it for tonight."

"Ah really? You're so lame." Keigo pouted, an all too familiar expression on his face. One you recognized he had when he didn't get his way.

"I'm not lame. It's called being smart and getting well-rested. Now you better go before I kick your stupid butt out." You tell him, putting all of your papers in your drawer, plugging your laptop in for the night.

He lets out a long, loud, melodramatic sigh, before moving off the bean bag chair beside your desk he was sitting at, collecting his things. "Fine."

"I'll text you a good time to meet at the library tomorrow before I go to sleep, okay?" You call to him as he turns through your door, leaving.

"'Kay got it. See you later." Keigo replies, walking through your doorway, his bag slung over his shoulder.

"Bye." And oh my god, why are you smiling? No. You aren't doing this again. You promised yourself you wouldn't. No matter what pushed you two together, you aren't going to be friends with him. You aren't going to be anything. You can't stand him.

You just wanted this stupid project to be over with.

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It's been a long day for Dabi. He collapses on his shitty motel bed in his shitty motel room, and he lets out a long groan. What makes it worse is that he can't see you, since he's all the way across the city, thanks to this stupid fucking gang war.

It's a long, complicated story as to why Dabi is in this gang, one that would take him hours to explain in detail. But basically, when Dabi was younger, he felt as if he had no purpose in this world. He'd spend his time, wandering the streets, looking for fights, looking for something to take his pent-up rage out on.

And then he met the Killer, Stain. The man he respects the most on this godforsaken planet. Stain took Dabi under his wing, giving him a meaning, a purpose, other than anger and violence. He was the one who taught Dabi the painful truth about this society, the corruption, the fame, the money, the vanity. All of it needs to be gone. Needs to be killed and wiped away.

When you and Dabi get close, he will eventually tell you about this, and he's sure you will agree. If only you could meet Stain, and see how he changed Dabi, for the better. But you can't. Since Stain's in jail, serving out five life sentences, and one eventual death penalty.

Unfortunately, Stain was the only one who he respected in this gang, and now that he was gone, he had to take orders from some new shithead. They are all freaks, and he can barely stand any of them. Being around them just like this is so damn frustrating.

And God, he misses you. So fucking much. He just wishes you were here, laying with him and holding him, running your fingers through his hair, whispering nice things to him with that soft beautiful voice of yours.

Of course, if you were actually here, Dabi wouldn't have you staying at this horrible motel, no. He'd take you to a nice hotel, lay you on the bed, and fuck all of his frustration and anger away. And you'd love every second of it. You'd love him.

How badly he wants you to want him. To need him. To love him, more than anyone else. Just as much as he loves you.

Dabi's eyes screw shut and he lets out a small groan, moving his hand in his pants, zipping down his fly. Pulling down his boxers, Dabi thumbs his tip, using the already dripping precum to lubricate his cock. Slowly, he begins to fuck himself with his fist, gripping it tightly and imagining it was you.

A few minutes go by, and he's still struggling to get himself off, his imagination not working. Maybe he could watch one of the videos he recorded of you masturbating from outside your window? No, that's not what he wanted. He's watched those enough already.

It seemed that after tasting some of you, he needed more. And his imagination wasn't doing it for him. So, he scrolled through his contacts, finding yours and calling your number.

It was five in the morning, so it didn't surprise Dabi when you didn't pick up. Instead, he continued pumping his cock, listening to your answering machine. "Hi, this is (y/n). I'm not at the phone right now, so leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Bye."

Your voice was so sweet, so fresh in his mind that it did the trick. Not only that, but he knows you'll be listening to this when you woke up, getting all heated and needing him as much as he needs you right now.

"Fuck, baby. Why do you always have to be such a tease? Not answering the phone even though I need you so bad, you're killing me." He groans into the phone, bucking his hips into his hand.

"If only you were here, I'd be fucking you with all I got, making you cry out for me until your voice was all raw and hurt, and your body would be all tuckered out and sore, shit- yeah. Maybe if you were good, I'd even let you ride me, and watch those pretty tits of yours bounce, give your nice ass a squeeze, damn, I can just imagine you right now."

And he could, images of you riding him and moaning his name flicking through his head. He gripped his throbbing member even tighter, imagining it was you squeezing and cumming on it, as he himself grew oh so close.

"So tight. Yeah, cum for me, just like that." He mumbles, not even realizing he was speaking out loud.

With a few grunts and groans, he finished in his hand, making a mess on his bed. He took a few seconds to catch his breath and come down from his high, turning back and speaking into his phone. "Call me back when you get this."

(A/N: Bye all I've been writing is filler chaps lately I can't

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