Summary ; Was is to bad that you wanted to dedicate your life to the deranged villain? Dabi planned to use you until you broke, and that probably wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

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To this day, you weren’t completely sure what had attracted you to Dabi so much. You had a basic idea of why you adored him, but not a detailed picture in your head. You had trouble deciphering whether it was that horrid personality of his that piqued your interest, or the ugly violet scars that dripped underneath his white lashes.

Or maybe it was those icy blue eyes of his that somehow always managed to know what was going on in your brain. Always able to tell when you wanted his company or when you wanted to feel his warm hands dragging up your spine.

Either way, you were very much a goner for Dabi.

Whatever he wanted, you were there to serve it on a silver platter, both figuratively and literally. And you did it all with great love and fulfillment, because as soon as those silken praises rolled off his tongue in response to you doing a good job, you were putty in his hands.

Whether he was calling you a, “Dirty fucking *****,” With the harsh command to, “Sit on the floor.”

Or when he was purring a lustful, “Good little girl,” With the gentle request to, “Spread your legs.”

--you were simply eager to please.

Anything he said to you that indicated satisfaction or contentment had you turning into a sopping mess between your legs. It was just biology.

You’d like to say that you had some control over your own actions around him, but that would be a bit of a fib. As soon as you felt his heated body loom over you or his croaky voice rasp into your ear, your brain shut down so the only light bulb going off inside your skull was the one that was labeled Touya Todoroki.

Unfortunately, sometimes you heard that voice or felt the heat of his blue fire even while he was gone, so instinctually, you found that you needed to relieve yourself or else you wouldn’t be able to think straight for the remainder of the day.

However, sometimes you were careless--it was only natural--so Dabi had caught you on multiple occasions with your hand down your panties and your back arching off your bed. That man was just as perverse as you though, so rather than scold you for neglecting your household duties or forgetting to greet him at the door--you couldn’t help it, you were trapped in a cycle of pleasuring yourself--he’d stop and watch.

He’d stand at the door with an arm crossed over his chest, hip leaned into the doorframe while you got yourself off, encouraging your behavior by calling you derogatory names.

It wasn’t your fault that whenever Dabi muttered a venomous, “Pathetic cock *****,” under his breath you got further aroused.

And it certainly wasn’t your fault that the sight of his tented jeans made you whimper in hopes he would fulfill your selfish desires.

Sometimes Dabi wouldn’t just loiter by your door and gaze. No, there were times where he couldn’t simply let the show go ignored so he filmed you with his phone, pushing aside all the stuffed animals on your bed to fall to the floor so he could stick the flashing camera lens at your dripping *****, capturing every little drop that leaked around your fingers.

“Need a little help?” He’d ask with a vile smirk, but you knew he wasn’t really asking. If Dabi wanted to touch you, you were in no position to refuse him, not that you wanted to anyways.

So you nodded eagerly and he shoved three long fingers right into your cunt to give you the pleasure you so desired, “How’s that? Is that better for my little pet?” The condescending words should have made you revolt and push him away, but they didn’t create that type of reaction out of you

All you could do was confirm and rock your hips up to meet his knuckles, looking into his eyes while the camera recorded every minute of you turning into a complete and utter wreck for Dabi.

Dabi, Dabi, Dabi.

Apparently, Dabi loved to have recordings of you on hand because--according to him--the man missed you when he was out and about. You were more than happy to oblige him with those whims of his, letting him film as many sex tapes as his heart desired. Any normal girl would be concerned that he demanded such pornography, but you had no fear of them being leaked because you knew in your heart that Dabi preferred to keep you all to himself.

It wasn't like you could be angry if he chose to share the videos, but it felt nice and warm to know Dabi kept that collection of nudes in a private folder.

So, you knew Dabi thought about you when the two of you were separated during the day.

But did you?

Did you think about Dabi?

Oh, you did more than simply ‘think’ about him.

Your whole life revolved around him and only him. Every second, minute, and hour of the day.

There wasn’t a single moment where you didn’t have that man’s voice ringing in your head. Not a moment when you weren't curling up on the couch to take an afternoon nap, his shirt pressed to your nose because the aroma that wafted off the cotton material helped you pretend he was there with you.

And here was your favorite, not a moment when you weren’t remembering just how well he had fucked you the night before.

Even while Dabi was off and away, doing his usual villain work, and you were left alone in the apartment, you couldn’t stop thinking about the man you somehow called your lover. Yes, that’s right, lover. There was no exaggerating that you had a very deep appreciation for the villain and loved him for all his glory.

And by glory you meant whether he was terrorizing the general public on television or making you bend over to let him defile your body, you were always just so thrilled to do whatever he asked of you.

It was pure and utter devotion.

And much like how you were addicted to him, Dabi just couldn’t get enough of you.

To Be Continued~

The first time you and Dabi ever met was unconventional but nonetheless a fond memory in your eyes. It had been in the middle of winter and you were standing between a pair of tightly wedged buildings, the alleyway nearly pitch black in terms of darkness, and while you had thought you were skipping back home to your apartment alone, it turns out you had a pair of eyes watching you.

Dabi made himself known after a couple steps into the dim corridor, appearing from thin air almost. He was drunk off cheap liquor and rambling on about how much of a tease you supposedly were, walking around in a short skirt in the middle of the night.

At first, you were taken aback by his obnoxious behavior, not having gotten a good look at him besides the whites of his eyes shining from the reflection of the moon’s light. But soon, you could tell that there was more to meet the eye with that stranger you hadn’t known was Dabi just yet.

Shockingly enough, he didn’t lay a finger on you as you tried to rush off down the alleyway, desperate to return to your house.

He threw all sorts of crude remarks at you, disguised as compliments but truly vulgar, like how pretty you were but how much prettier you’d be giving him a blowjob. Or how sweet of a girl he thought you were for taking the time out of your day to say hello to him because apparently you, “Know where you belong, spreading your legs for me baby. C’mon, I bet you’re already wet under that skirt.”

So while you weren’t wet at first thought, you never told him that.

Instead, you lied and confessed that you were aching for a guy like him to come along and **** you.

Instead, you let him corner you against the brick wall with nothing but the darkness separating your bodies because you were curious to see where the night would take you.

Instead, you didn’t pull away when Dabi reached down to test if you really were wet for him and to your own surprise, his fingers came back up drenched with your own--unknowingly--built up arousal.

Instead, you let him lazily seduce you to his apartment where he made quite the impression by fucking you raw into an unmade bed.

You could never forget it, that very first time you had sex with Dabi. It was like a fever dream that had your knees growing weak at just the simple memory, stripping off your sweater and lifting your skirt up to show him the wet patched that had formed at the front of your panties.

You did this all while biting your lip, watching impatiently as he stroked his bare cock in the flickering lights in his bedroom.

You remembered exactly what he groaned when he started thrusting inside you. You remembered it like it was fucking yesterday.

“Fuck, you should quit university, pretty girl. You’re much better suited for being my sex doll.”

You weren’t exactly sure how Dabi knew you were a college student, nor did you care.

All you moaned in return was, “Please Dabi, more, more--”

Your begs didn’t go ignored.

Dabi practically flipped you around as if you were as light as a piece of paper and had your face pressed into the sheets, your *** in the air for him to resume fucking into you like a mindless doll--as he would call it.

“You want more, desperate bitch? Aren’t I already fucking you? This isn’t enough?” But he grunted those phrases out while his cock was twitching inside of you, so you knew he enjoyed your pathetic babbling and choked sobs.

All the rhetorical questions embarrassed you just as much as they made you gush.

And if that wasn’t shocking enough, when he finished coming inside your freshly abused hole, he smoked a cigarette and put the flames out right onto the skin of your shoulder in a way that shouldn’t have caused you to buck your hips up and beg for a round two.

“The ****, you’re actually into that?” He croaked in that low tone of his, a laugh echoing from his throat.

The degrading words alone were enough to get you whining and nodding your head.

But Dabi was sobering up after that first ******, so he was starting to think clearly again, while you on the other hand, were doing the very opposite.

You had always wondered what sex was like, so Dabi taking your virginity was a bit of a mind break to you, especially by how skilled he was.

Actually, Dabi wasn’t all that skilled, but you were too brain dead to understand that..

He fucked you just fine, so it didn’t matter how inexperienced he was under the sheets.

It also didn’t matter to you that his apartment was messy.

Or that he kind of smelled like rotten flesh.

Or that some of the scars on his chest were bleeding.

All that mattered was that he fucked you mindless.

Though, you never really got your mind back after that night, leaving his apartment with his *** dripping down your thighs and your purse clutched to your chest, feeling your heart flutter in a way that reminded you of old high school crushes.

So maybe it was you that had got attached.

And maybe it was you to have gone off to pursue him further than a one night stand.

But it was the best decision of your life.

Not a single regret in sight.

To Be Continued~

You soon learned after your first hook up that Dabi had a lot of stamina for sex.

It all started out slow, the way you inched your way into Dabi’s life, very purposefully with full intention of charming him for more. The man of course easily caught on to your behavior, especially when he spotted you sneaking around outside his complex, claiming quite stupidly that, “I was just passing through.” That cute innocent smile of yours stretched upon your lips.

Needless to say, Dabi snorted as you stood outside alone in the dark before ultimately ushering you into his apartment.

And that’s when things started to progress from a purely sexual relationship with occasional hook-ups, to something with more...affection.

And yes, when you said affection, you meant both ways.

When peeking into the future of your relationship with the villain, you could tell Dabi wasn’t willing to show this side of him to anyone, so much so that the first time he tasted your cooking--a tool you used in an effort to seduce-- his cheeks flushed a bright pink and he went off to hide in his room away from you.

Looks like your seducing was working thus far.

You noticed his bashfulness and thought it was cute, however, this would soon to your knowledge be the one and only time Dabi showed any sort of timid behavior to you what’s so ever.

But it was enough of a clue to indicate he had a bit of butterflies in his stomach for you like you did for him.

Catching feelings for him was as simple as one might expect, especially when you found yourself spacing off in the middle of your lecture while at school, your friends wondering why you hadn’t taken a single note during the length of the class period.

Well, you did take notes. How could they say that? They just happened to consist of the characters that made up Dabi’s name, scribbled all over your page instead of the math formulas you should have had written instead.

Your professors seemed to notice your dazed off state as well, knowing you to usually be on top of your work and proficient in studies, so the sudden decline in academics concerned them.

For you however, it was a wake up call. One that you didn’t know you needed, and one that you hadn’t been able to shake off the moment the idea struck your conscious.

It took merely a single week before you had dropped out of college, packing your things from your dorm only to show up at Dabi’s doorstep with nothing but a box of your belongings and a promise to be a good roommate.

But you were jolted into fear when Dabi slam the door shut as you entered, grabbing the box from your hands and setting it on the coffee table while sternly iterating, “M’not looking for a roommate.”

To which you negotiated, “How about a new pet then?” Accompanying the offer by settling yourself down on your knees to look up at him, noticing the scowl on his face cease.

And that lovely little suggestion seemed to catch his attention, as expected.

Little phrases like that seemed to get him riled up, reluctant at first but eventually getting him to unzip and unbuckle his belt for you, his teeth pulled into a smile, shining down at you as he asked, “Oh yeah? How ‘bout you prove to me how willing you are to be my personal lap dog?”

You never thought it would come to this, your life. You never thought you’d be so lustful over a strange man that you’d be excited to practically sell yourself to him with no compensation in return.

Well, there was compensation. Maybe not at first glance, but hell, Dabi thought he won the lottery with you?

Hell no.

You felt like you scored the jackpot with him. Dabi treated you the way you wanted, which was his very own **** toy, and you were glad to do it too.

Maybe it was a little messed up how easily you gave into that lifestyle, but it wasn’t your fault Dabi made it so enjoyable.

You’d like to say Dabi was easy as pie, but you had taken the leap of faith to forgo any higher education to instead engage with a criminal.

Which brought you to your next point.

Dabi was not a low ranking criminal as you had previously thought. Only a few days into your new living arrangements did you realize Dabi didn't just pick pockets and avoid going out in public for fun.

But when you had the television broadcast playing in the background while you were tidying up, and you heard the unmistakable utterance of Dabi’s name from the news anchor, you knew Dabi was no ordinary thief.

You rushed to call him, at first under the impression that he was on the news due to some sort of accident, only to find that this hadn’t been the first time Dabi made headlines, and it wasn’t for his good looks.

It was because he was a part of that damned League of Villains, how could you be so blind?

He was a high ranking villain?

You were sleeping with society’s most wanted?

Yea yea, you actually couldn’t care less.

But it did shock you to know that your lover was famous, so you asked Dabi for more details when he returned home to which he gave you a dark cynical laugh. Dabi slumped down onto the sofa while you stood before him, a confused expression planted over your features while you handed him an opened beer bottle.

He looked you up and down, drank a small sip, his eyes never straying, and then he finally spoke, “Don’t tell me that’s the deal breaker sweetheart. What, you too good to be fucking around with me? I’d be careful how you respond though, I am a big bad villain after all.”

The tone of voice clearly indicated amusement, his smirk mischievous as ever and quite frankly, playful, so you never took that threat seriously.

You merely sighed, finding his antics easily overlooked before settling yourself to rest over his lap so he could start petting you like a kitten.

So rather than taking this new knowledge as a threat, you took it as an encouragement to your infatuation with Dabi. You didn’t know why it was that his villain origin story and recounts of the multiple murders he’s committed got you so amazed.

They filled you with awe.

Maybe it was his...unique ambitions to tarnish his father’s reputation, or maybe it was how tough, big, and powerful he looked to you at that moment, like he was an untouchable human to the world, and you were the only one permitted to be so close.

It made you feel special.

And what girl didn't want to feel safe and protected under a powerful man like Dabi?

Perhaps others didn’t see it the way you did. Rather than obsessed with Dabi, they were revolted and scared to be around him because of the horrific crimes he committed.

It was their loss.

A little murder and terrorism didn’t frighten you.

There was a whole world hidden beneath Dabi’s sparkling eyes. A world that you wanted to pick at and dig deeper into.

As Dabi finished drinking the remainder of the golden beer, he started going over some nitty gritty details that explained what had led him to this point, what had led to him becoming so unbothered that he’d do anything to fulfill his revenge. He digressed into the whole story all while you had your pretty manicured hands wrapped around his cock to pull him into ******.

“You’re so strong Dabi.” You told him profoundly with that wondrous look in your eyes, referring to the way he survived all that childhood trauma.

And well, when you stroked Dabi’s ego as well as you stroked his cock, it was only natural that he kept you around.

Besides, how could he kill a pretty thing like you? It was okay that you knew his dirty little secret.

You were like his number one fan, his own little cheerleader that got him prepped for a big attack by feeding him breakfast and rubbing his shoulders as if entering the boxing ring. You kissed all over the skin of his rigid body when he returned injured from work. You shined off all the jewelry in his ear and rubbed the staples over his face until they sparkled before you made yourself comfortable and sat on his cock to keep him warm.

You played all the parts for him.

Housewife.

Pet.

Toy.

You name it.

Actually, he named it. Dabi could probably tell you to roll over and you’d do it. Scratch that, he could tell you to roll yourself off a fucking cliff and you wouldn’t bat an eyelash before tumbling yourself off into the abyss.

Further than that, Dabi would never get rid of you because of your utter loyalty. It would be ashamed of him to get rid of the one thing in his life that gave him what he wanted, the way he wanted, and when he wanted it, which was simply attention, praise, and love.

Dabi was a very broken man. A little fucked up in the head, but so were you. Maybe in that sense, you two balanced each other out. Where you were willing to give him anything, Dabi was willing to take anything he wanted.

So yes, you believed the two of you were a match made in heaven.

To Be Continued~