You slammed the door behind you, heart hammering as Dabi’s scarred hand locked it with a click. The abandoned warehouse smelled like smoke and rust, but all you could focus on was him. Blue eyes raked over your body like he already owned it.
“Strip,” he ordered, voice low and rough. “Now.”
You yanked your shirt off, then your jeans, standing naked in the cool air while he watched, fully clothed. His staples glinted under the single flickering bulb. Dabi stepped close, fingers tracing your jaw before gripping your throat just hard enough to make your pulse jump.
“Been thinking about this cunt all day,” he muttered, shoving two fingers straight between your legs. You were already wet. He smirked at the slick sound as he pumped them deep, thumb rubbing your clit in hard circles. “Dripping for a villain. Pathetic.”
He pulled his fingers out and shoved them into your mouth. You sucked them clean without being told. Dabi’s other hand worked his belt open, freeing his thick cock. It was heavy, veined, the head already leaking. He didn’t waste time. He spun you around, bent you over a dusty crate, and kicked your legs apart.
The first thrust punched the air from your lungs. He buried himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke, stretching you wide. No prep, no slow build—just raw invasion. Dabi groaned, hips snapping forward again and again, skin slapping loud in the empty space.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, one hand fisting your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise.
“Take it. Take every inch like the slut you are.”
Heat radiated from his palms. Tiny blue flames licked along his fingertips, just enough to sting and make your skin prickle without burning. The contrast of hot and rough made your pussy clench around him. He laughed darkly.
“You like that, don’t you? My flames on your skin while I wreck this hole.” He angled deeper, hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur. Your moans turned into broken cries as he fucked you harder, pace relentless. Sweat slicked your back. His staples scraped your ass every time he bottomed out.
Dabi pulled out suddenly and flipped you onto your back on the crate. He shoved your knees to your chest and slammed back in, watching your face while he pounded you. “Look at me,” he demanded. “Watch who’s ruining you.”
You obeyed. His expression was pure hunger—scarred lips parted, eyes half-lidded with lust. He reached down and rubbed your clit again, fast and mean, until your orgasm crashed through you. Your walls fluttered and squeezed, milking his cock as you came hard, thighs shaking.
He didn’t stop. He fucked you straight through it, chasing his own release with short, vicious thrusts. “Gonna fill you up,” he snarled. “Mark this pussy so you remember who it belongs to.”
Dabi buried himself deep and came with a guttural moan, hot pulses flooding your insides. He stayed inside you for a moment, breathing heavy, then pulled out slow so you both could watch his cum leak out of your stretched hole.
He didn’t leave right away. Instead he dropped to his knees, spread you open with his thumbs, and licked his own release from your pussy in long, filthy strokes. His tongue flicked your oversensitive clit until you were squirming and coming again, softer this time, thighs clamped around his head.
When he finally stood, he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and tucked himself away. “Same time tomorrow,” he said, lighting a cigarette with a snap of blue flame. “Don’t bother wearing panties.”
You stayed sprawled on the crate, legs spread, body marked and used, already aching for the next time he’d burn you from the inside out.
