My Hero Academia x Readers

🍋Shame: Dabi x Reader

It was no secret that (Y/n) and Dabi were not only villains but intimate partners. They weren’t in any cliche relationship where they called each other prissy names and cuddled whenever they could. No, they were VERY sexually intimate partners. Although they called each other boyfriend and girlfriend, a better term would be friends with benefits. It became a joke between League of Villain members that whenever Dabi is nowhere to be found that he’s somewhere fucking the daylights out of his villainous colleague. Shigaraki knows better than to pair the two of them up on missions anymore or else everyone will end up with front row tickets to the next viral porno. At one point in time, before the original League of Villains hideout was compromised, they’d get it on in the bathroom or the bar’s storage room and see how long it took for anyone to come in and tell them off. Throughout that long period of time, they’ve gotten away with sex two maybe three times at most. That’s how disgustingly open their relationship was if you hadn’t figured that out as Dabi had absolutely no shame.

Now with the bar no longer in commission, Dabi and (Y/n) have to find the time to meet up in order to do their dirty deeds.

“Can’t I just give you my apartment address?” (Y/n) complained over the phone. She had herself sprawled out upon a sheeted mattress wearing nothing but her undergarments. Deep down, (Y/n) hoped that Dabi was nearby. She relied on him a little too much for her sexual needs as a girl with a sky high sex drive. Oh how she wanted the scarred man to bust in through her door and fuck her as soon as possible. When she heard Dabi scoff on his end of the phone, she mimicked his reactions. “We haven’t fucked in over a week!!! I can only masturbate for so long,” in fact, all this arguing was a total mood killer. Forget Dabi, where’s the nearest male prostitute?

“I’m dealing with this stupid Hawks guy right now…” Dabi brought up his unfortunate chain of events and how he can’t let this big opportunity fall through. “What I would give to fuck you right now (Y/n). I can’t exactly drop everything and come to you,” as badly as Dabi wanted to drop everything and have his share of fun, his job to secure his position of power comes first and (Y/n) understood more than anyone.

(Y/n) smirked to the devilish idea that popped within her perverted brain. “Tell me your location… Maybe I can ‘help’.”

“How horny is my little slut?” Dabi smirked in return. He began to palm his crotch at the thought of what (Y/n)’s possibly doing to herself right about now. Was she clothed? He preferred that she wasn’t but knew she was wearing something. If (Y/n) is home, she tries to wear the least amount of clothes as possible. A baggy t-shirt, his shirt, and underwear at most.

(Y/n) pressed a finger to her clothed heat. It was lightly soaked in a place. “My pussy is wet just thinking about you!”

“Thinking about me doing what?” Dabi drawled on.

“You pinning me against a wall, fucking me from behind, all of your cum oozing out of me~”

“You better not be touching yourself,” Dabi called her out.

“Well I’m not anymore,” (Y/n) began to pout and reluctantly stopped massaging herself.

“Sounds like Daddy needs to punish you~”

“I’ve been such a bad girl!”

The couple continued to flirt for a few minutes longer until Dabi chose to hang up. It was all so that he could text her his current location. She followed the address without any mind. As she was approaching the scene, a small hospital, she was pulled off the scene like a horrible actor on a stage with a hand planted to her mouth and the other tightly groping her breast through her dress. This pervert could’ve been one of two people: A sleazy rapist or Dabi. Yeah, It had to have been Dabi. “Dabi!?” The girl gasped behind the scarred hand of her lover.