Therapy Sessions•{Dabi x Reader}

Session 10

Yeah yeah, I know, I haven't updated in forever— woopsies, my bad. Anyways, and like always, here's some spice. I hope that it is spicy enough for you 🤭
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The guard led you to the room, but it was empty. Just the two chairs, and you. You looked back at the guard, who smiled at you. "Someone will be bringing him in shortly." He said, and you nodded.

"Will you be watching the other inmates today?" You said, letting a little waver in your voice show. You didn't want to be too suspicious, and thought that maybe the waver in your voice would show some nervousness.

"Yes, we will be. They've become particularly rowdy recently. Would you like someone to stay with you here?"

"No, that's alright." You sighed. "He doesn't seem much of a threat. To me, at least."

"Good to hear it." He nodded. "You can take a seat if you'd like and get your things ready. We're just waiting on him."

"Could you tell me what his routine is like here?" You asked, taking your seat in your usual chair.

"He doesn't really have one. We make sure he takes his meds, eats, and that's it. He doesn't really play nice with the others." He chuckled a bit. "I'm surprised that he plays nice with you."

You let out a small laugh, turning your face away from him. Just as you did, another guard came out with Dabi, his hands cuffed together. The guard was rough with him, pretty much throwing him down into the seat. Dabi looked tired, hanging his head down low.

You looked at him with a concerned looked, and then looked up to the guard that brought him in. "He's in a bad mood today." The guard groaned.

"Did he take his meds?" The guard behind you asked him.

"Yup. Even looked in his mouth to make sure."

"Alright then. Let's leave her to her job." The guard sighed, started to walk towards the door. The other guard started to follow him, but not before you could stop him.

"Sir, the handcuffs." You reminded him. He rolled his eyes and took out his keys, unlocking the cuffs.

"Why you insist, I'll never know." He shot at you. You were taken aback by the sudden attitude from him, but it didn't go unnoticed by Dabi. He had lifted his head just enough to shoot him a glare that could make anyone simply die a tragic death. In fear, the guard scurried off, but tried to play it cool as if he was catching up with his friend. They both left, leaving you to your own devices.

You looked at Dabi with a smile, it was then that he lifted his head up. He smiled quickly back at you, before spitting something to the ground. Looking at it quickly, it was two pills.

"Are those your meds that you supposedly took earlier?"

"Yup." He said, popping the 'p.'

"Mm." You nodded, pulling down the sleeve of your blazer. You purposely wanted to draw attention to the wrist where you normally would wear your quirk-cancelling bracelet. But today, you weren't wearing it. You wanted to know what Dabi was thinking and imagining about you.

He stared at your hand, but didn't mention anything about your bracelet. Not yet, anyways. But it wouldn't matter, his mind would travel elsewhere.

Almost instantly, he was imagining kissing you. A heated, passionate kiss where his tongue was almost down your throat. He would pull you as close as possible to him, almost as if he wanted the two of you to merge together. His hand would travel up the back of your shirt and unclip your bra with ease, letting it fall. In turn, you would also run your hands over his chest, slowly unbuttoning the buttons of his jumpsuit.