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

10. Wrong ✦

Keigo's lips are rough against yours, frustrated, angry, like he's trying to take everything out on you. And somehow, you find yourself kissing him back, wrapping your arms around his neck, draping your leg over his side.

This is a bad idea. Both of you are tipsy and in the worst headspace to be doing this. Yet, you can't stop yourself. You need more of him. More, more, more, and you're kissing him as hungrily and desperately as he is. There's something so wrong about this, something that makes it feel right.

It feels like Keigo has waited his whole life to do this as he continues kissing you feverishly, moving his hands down and holding you by your ass, grabbing the mounds of flesh gently. You moaned against his lips as he broke the kiss, biting and sucking down your neck, marking you and leaving hickeys and love bites.

Keigo smiles to himself as he continues down your neck. You still kiss the same way you did in middle school, and fuck, it's so cute. He wants to make you feel good, better than that bastard Dabi ever can.

So, he pulls away, laying you back on your bed. His lips connect with yours once again, and he's pulling the t-shirt for some random band he's never heard of you are wearing over your head. He's pleased to see that you're not wearing a bra underneath, your bare chest revealed to him. He kisses down your neck, to your collar bone to your bare chest, listening to the shaky breaths that escaped your lips.

Keigo wraps his mouth around your nipple, playing with the other one, and feeling it pebble under his touch. He switches after a moment, then again, slipping his free hand down into your shorts.

His finger runs up and down your clothed slit, feeling how drenched you are. He lets out a pleased groan, taking his mouth off your nipple with a wet pop sound. "So fucking wet for me, huh?"

"Shut up." You refuse to look him in the eye, feeling your face grow hot. He just smirks in response.

Your blonde frenemy grabs hold of your shorts, wiggling them down, removing your panties along with them. Keigo's eyes rake your naked body in complete adoration as he kneels above you, his pupils all blown and dilated. You are so beautiful. So, so beautiful.

Feeling that he's wearing too much clothes, he throws off his jacket with ease, taking off his shirt along with it, revealing his muscular upper body and core. You eye him, biting your lip. Of course, he's built like a Greek god. It's not surprising.

"What?" He asks with a heart-fluttering grin, catching your stare. You shake your head, rolling your eyes. "Nothing you're just-"

Hot, perfect, attractive. "Annoying." You say, ignoring the other words that went through your mind.

He dives between your legs, throwing them over his shoulders and kissing down your inner thighs and to your core, making you sigh softly. But then, you put your hands on his shoulders, stopping him. "No."

"Huh?" Keigo murmurs, dumbfounded by your actions. He was preparing to eat you out like there was no tomorrow, drinking down your sweet juices and making you cum at least twice on his tongue, and you say "No?"

"I said no. I don't want that." You pull him up, pushing him down on the bed, getting a glance at the red wings tattooed on his back that trails down from his shoulder blades to his lower back.

You straddle him with a huge grin on your face, leaning over and whispering crude words into his ear. "I want to ride you until I wear myself out on your cock. Okay?"

"Okay." He breathlessly agrees as you paw at his member through his pants, and he has to remind himself that you two are mad at each other. That you're mad at him and you don't want any soft lovemaking. You want to fuck the anger away, but how can he stay mad at you when you're grabbing at him like that?