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[mayearies]

GWENNN 😨😨😨😨

[vixenpen]

High Sex (Dabi x Black Reader)

(Hoevember Day 15)

(Tons of AAVE this y/n is hood coded and obviously black)

You kicked open the rickety door of Dabi’s basement room in the new hideout and slumped down the stairs.

The space was dimly lit from the singular, dirty lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. Candlelight flickered against the walls, and the air was thick and cloudy with the scent of burning herb.

Erykah Badu’s sweet and smoky vocals pumped from a small speaker beside him on the low set bed.

“Come in, I guess.” Dabi chuckled. “You look like shit.

“Ya mama.” You shot back, smirking.

You started to climb on his bed, when Dabi stopped you.

“Yo, take that shit off before you even think of getting in this bed.” Dabi nodded at your bloodied clothes.

You rolled your eyes. “Ain’t nobody worried about this raggedy ass bed.”

“I am, and you are too the way you’re lookin’ at it right now,” he disrupted himself to toke the blunt, “unless the bed isn’t the only thing that’s interesting you.” He smirked.

“Calm down, Walking Dead. You ain’t got nothing I want.” You gave another eye roll.

Thank god your brown skin hid the flush burning your cheeks. Dabi was propped up against the pillows wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that showed off the patch work of his burned and smooth skin. The gold surgical staples complimented his turquoise eyes, and his black hair was damp. In short he looked fine as hell, and he was right.

His smirk widened. “Do it slow, you know I like that shit.”

“Fuck you, Dabi.” You tossed your bloodied shirt at his face making him laugh.

Wriggling out of the leather pants of your costume you stood before him in nothin but a skimpy lace thong and matching strapless bra. Dabi’s gaze drank in your curves greedily.

You crawled along the bed until you collapsed at his side, and snatched the blunt from him between your long decorated nails.

Dabi had been into you since the moment he recruited you for the league, and he’d be lying if he didn’t say his attraction wasn’t at least part of the reason he’d pushed so hard to get you to join.

“So, How many families are gonna be missing a member tonight?” He asked, watching your juicy ass jiggle as you swung your feet in the air.

You shrugged, exhaling the smoke in his face. “Just a couple of lowly heroes. Nobody worth an obituary.” You shot back nonchalantly.

That was another thing he liked about you. You could be a cold bitch when you wanted to and he loved it.

“Then we should celebrate. Let me rub your booty.”

You snorted. “Who is that a celebration for? Me or you?”

“Both of us, kitten,” he laughed. “You look like you could use a good dick d-I mean rub down.”

You shot him a look and took one more drag of the waning blunt before sitting up.

“Sir, the only reason I’m here is because you have one of the only other showers in the building. It’s either this, or get spied on by Shiggy while I attempt to use his.

“Aww, babe,” Dabi touched his heart, pulling a fond expression, “so you chose to get spied on by me while you use my shower? I’m touched, y/n.”

A mellow high had begun to cloud your mind, making you drag yourself out of Dabi’s warm bed before it settled in your bones and rendered you immobile.

“What can I say?” You tossed out over your shoulder. You put a switch in your hips that had the poor man gawking shamelessly as you padded across the cold floor to his bathroom. “You’re the lesser of two evils.” With a wink, you shut yourself into his small bathroom.

You sighed as the hot water broke through the sweat on your skin. Your braids were going to be frizzy after this, but who gave a damn. It just felt so good to get clean.

Between the high and the steam you were so lost in the sensations that you didn’t hear the door click open.

“Need some help?”

“Shit, Dabi!” You jumped as he came up behind you.

He chuckled as his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you against him.

“Damn I love the way you say my name. Wish I could tell you my real one so I could make you scream it.”

You shot him a look over your shoulder. “Oh it’s like that, huh?”

“Yeah,” You could feel his long dick twitching against your ass crack and bit your lip. “It’s like that.”

Fuck.

“You couldn’t make me scream even if you tried, Walking Dead.”

“Ohhh, kitten,” he practically groaned against your neck before sinking his teeth into the sensitive flesh. “That’s the third time you fucked up.”

You moaned as his pierced tongue slithered along the marked spot.

“The third?” You mumbled absentmindedly.

“Mmhmm.” His long fingers gripped at your curvy thighs before pressing against your sensitive clit.

All of a sudden, he had your thick thighs wrapped around his slim waist as he slammed you against the shower wall.

“The first,” he kissed your collarbone, “was bringing your fine ass in here in that tight ass leather outfit,” he pumped his length along your slick folds. “The second was leaving this door unlocked,” now he was slurping on your hard nipples, sending a tingle through your body.

“Fuckkk, Dabi,” you sighed as your body hummed with need.

“The third,” his blood shot, turquoise eyes fixed on to you, “is that little smart mouth of your. Cuz now I have to fuck you up.”

With that he slammed you down on his dick so hard his balls slapped.

“Ahh! Fuck!”

Dabi didn’t relent, as your cunt flexed around his length, he bounced you up and down squeezing your ass to keep control.

Every slam of his manhood into you, made stars blur in your vision. Your head felt hazy and empty of anything other than the mind numbing pleasure Dabi was assaulting you with.

“Fuck, fuck, shit! Oh my godddd, Dabi. Ahaaa~”

“What’s that, y/n? Hmm? You said you want more?”

If possible he fucked you faster, and harder. His manhood digging deep into you until the pleasure almost hurt. His abs flexed with effort and every thrust made his pelvis brush against your clit.

You could barely breathe between your screams and gasps of ecstasy. Your dark eyes remained fixed on Dabi’s pleasure filled gaze.

“God, y/n,” he half grunted, half chuckled, “you feel so fucking good. Fuck!”

If you could speak, you would say the same, but as it stood between the bud inn your system, the steamy heat clinging to your flesh, and your breathless moans, you were practically slipping into unconsciousness.

Instead, you dug your nails into Dabi’s back, not caring about the scared skin and dug your nails in as your pussy dribbled with desire.

“Don’t stop.” You sobbed into his ear, every pump of his cock making your words stutter. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, pleeease don’t stop.”

“Fuck,” he sighed, eyes rolling back as his own ecstasy washed over him. “Trust me, baby girl, I won’t.”

He slowed down the pace, enjoying the creaminess of your textured walls slurping at his dick.

He rolled his hips and pressed a kiss against your plump lips with each stroke.

“Dabiii, oh god, pleas-“

“Sshhh,” he kissed you again. “Come on, y/n. Come on this dick. Come all over it, baby.”

He was determined to drag your orgasm out of you slow and hard.

Your nails snagged into a bit of the unburned skin on his back and you dragged your long nails against it.

“Ahhh! Shiiit! Dabi!”

Your scream choked out into a whine as the orgasm finally exploded through out you. Your pussy spasmed as the euphoria washed over you. The sensation was only enhanced by your previous high and seemed to roll over you in endless waves that made your legs quake around Dabi’s waist.

With a growl of his own, Dabi pulled out to bust his load on your stomach.

By the time the two of you were done, you were practically melting into each other.

“Damn...” you muttered, your head collapsing back against the shower wall.

“Damn is right.” He replied, face buried between your breasts. He peered up at you, wearing a cocky smirk. “Looks like I do have something you want after all, babygirl.”