His love...

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~

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