A/n ♡ Y/n has braids/ locs. Also ur quirk is basically recovery girls quirk. ♡
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Warnings: boy parts, Dabi has a dick piercing, voyeurism
♡A/n
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This is what his piercing looks like btw. I put it there so you don't get traumatized when you look it up. I'm gonna go bleach my eyes now. 🤪✌
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° You sat there at the bar, stirring your drink with the straw absentmindedly. You stared into nothingness glossy eyed. The dim yellow light from the single light bulb is illuminating the room around you and falling onto the face of the burnt man sitting next to you.
"What's wrong doll, " Dabi asked, a fuckboy-ish tone laced his words.
"I-I don't know uhhhhmmmm... Maybe y'all fucking kidnapped me and have me using my quirk on you people without my consent? Maybe t-that's what's wrong?" You responded in an uninterested, monotone voice.
"That was 3 weeks ago, you're basically part of the league now, " Dabi laughed, "why would you still be mad about that? Are we that annoying? "
"You are. "
"Aahhhh, " he hissed through his teeth as if in pain and held his chest.
You chuckle a bit and smile, and he smiles back at you. You take a sip out of your fruity drink made by Kurogiri who is now asleep along with the rest of the league. The two of you are all alone.
"Damn, I wish I was that straw, " he snickers, "I want you to suck on me like that. "
"Oh wow, " you roll your eyes.
He watches you finish your drink. His eyes grazing across your figure, your hair and how it falls onto your shoulders and land into your bust. The way your lips wrapped around that straw and the way your eyes dart toward him and go back to staring at nothing as if it didn't happen. His eyes go to your neck and he imagines adorning it with purple hickeys. His mind wonders and he gets lost in thought. Thoughts of doing nasty things to you.
"HEY, " you wave your hand in front of his face, "eyes up here. No boobs. Eyes. No boobs. "
He chuckles and looks you up and down and utters a sentence that prompts you to roll your eyes at him for another time.
"I'll look wherever I want, babe. "
The way those words drip out of his mouth, the smooth darkness of his voice, it makes the tips of your ears tingle and heat rush against your cheeks. Your brown skin has your blush hidden, much to your appreciation.
"I'm going to bed," you announce in a bored tone, trying the best not to show that you were flustered.
"Can I join you? " he responds.
"Stop being a fuck boy Dabi," you say, your back turned towards him as you walk toward your bedroom.
He makes his way to his way to his room too, which was conveniently across from yours. Your doors are directly in front of each other and if you both keep the doors open you would see the other person in bed.
Dabi takes advantage of that fact often. He leaves his door open just a little bit when he has his bitches over. He would bend them over the same way, making sure you got the best angle. He would watch you watching him each time with the same cocky smirk on his face. You would touch yourself through your clothes while he wasn't looking, the embarrassment of the thought him seeing you like that was too much.
You could close your door, but the sheer horniness you feel in those moments pull you back and keep you strapped to the queen sized bed, your eyes glued to the performance before you. You take in all the sounds, imagining yourself in the place of the new person in his bed. Imagining yourself bent over, your face planted into his dark grey bed sheets as he slams into you with his pierced cock. Screaming into the sheets, trying to keep quiet ...just like they do.
Tonight, though, he didn't have anyone over. The rest of the league are asleep, exhausted. A lot of them got hurt earlier in their mission. It was a night of victories for them never the less but they still got badly hurt and with the help of your quirk they're not in the ICU handcuffed to their hospital beds. For some reason though, Dabi didn't get very hurt at all and is still awake.
You get to your room and lazily pushed the door closed. It didn't really work but you didn't care that much. You grab a pair of shorts that were a little too small for you that you stole from Toga and an oversized shirt you assume was Dabi's that you found in the laundry and changed. Then, took a scarf, that was also stolen from Toga,and wrapped your hair with it. You know damn well that Shigaraki won't let you leave, especially if it's just to get your hair done and you are not about to let yourself start looking like a bum for anybody. You climbed into bed and let yourself drift into sleep.
Dabi sat on his bed, his door open. He watched you change. He just can't get enough of you. He had a bit of an interest when Shigaraki first brought you here but that curiosity quickly turned into a slight obsession with you. Your voice alone makes him "tingle". Sometimes he thinks you're teasing him on purpose. The way you look at him, the slightly revealing clothes you wear around him. You fascinate him. The fact that you were a little too calm about being trapped here, it made him curious.
Dabi made a visit to your former residence a few days ago. He entered to your apartment --well, former apartment-- and made his way to your bedroom. He steps onto your tiled floor, the rays of sunlight flowing into your room through the white translucent curtains covering the bedroom window.
His eyes stroll through the room, observing the anime posters on your walls and the PC setup on your desk. Your bed was unmade but wasn't messy. Dabi was kind of disappointed. You had a pretty normal room but his attitude changed when he went in further. He sat onto your bed and lifted your pillow and a smirk pulled at his lips. A small, pink vibrator was tucked under the pillow. He got up and opened the draw in your nightstand and his eyes flew wide open. It was filled with toys. Toys of different shapes, sizes and textures. He couldn't help but let out a little scoff out of pure awe.
