How I changed

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~

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