It was no secret that (Y/n) and Dabi were not only villains but intimate partners. They weren’t in any cliche relationship where they called each other prissy names and cuddled whenever they could. No, they were VERY sexually intimate partners. Although they called each other boyfriend and girlfriend, a better term would be friends with benefits. It became a joke between League of Villain members that whenever Dabi is nowhere to be found that he’s somewhere fucking the daylights out of his villainous colleague. Shigaraki knows better than to pair the two of them up on missions anymore or else everyone will end up with front row tickets to the next viral porno. At one point in time, before the original League of Villains hideout was compromised, they’d get it on in the bathroom or the bar’s storage room and see how long it took for anyone to come in and tell them off. Throughout that long period of time, they’ve gotten away with sex two maybe three times at most. That’s how disgustingly open their relationship was if you hadn’t figured that out as Dabi had absolutely no shame.

Now with the bar no longer in commission, Dabi and (Y/n) have to find the time to meet up in order to do their dirty deeds.

“Can’t I just give you my apartment address?” (Y/n) complained over the phone. She had herself sprawled out upon a sheeted mattress wearing nothing but her undergarments. Deep down, (Y/n) hoped that Dabi was nearby. She relied on him a little too much for her sexual needs as a girl with a sky high sex drive. Oh how she wanted the scarred man to bust in through her door and fuck her as soon as possible. When she heard Dabi scoff on his end of the phone, she mimicked his reactions. “We haven’t fucked in over a week!!! I can only masturbate for so long,” in fact, all this arguing was a total mood killer. Forget Dabi, where’s the nearest male prostitute?

“I’m dealing with this stupid Hawks guy right now…” Dabi brought up his unfortunate chain of events and how he can’t let this big opportunity fall through. “What I would give to fuck you right now (Y/n). I can’t exactly drop everything and come to you,” as badly as Dabi wanted to drop everything and have his share of fun, his job to secure his position of power comes first and (Y/n) understood more than anyone.

(Y/n) smirked to the devilish idea that popped within her perverted brain. “Tell me your location… Maybe I can ‘help’.”

“How horny is my little slut?” Dabi smirked in return. He began to palm his crotch at the thought of what (Y/n)’s possibly doing to herself right about now. Was she clothed? He preferred that she wasn’t but knew she was wearing something. If (Y/n) is home, she tries to wear the least amount of clothes as possible. A baggy t-shirt, his shirt, and underwear at most.

(Y/n) pressed a finger to her clothed heat. It was lightly soaked in a place. “My pussy is wet just thinking about you!”

“Thinking about me doing what?” Dabi drawled on.

“You pinning me against a wall, fucking me from behind, all of your cum oozing out of me~”

“You better not be touching yourself,” Dabi called her out.

“Well I’m not anymore,” (Y/n) began to pout and reluctantly stopped massaging herself.

“Sounds like Daddy needs to punish you~”

“I’ve been such a bad girl!”

The couple continued to flirt for a few minutes longer until Dabi chose to hang up. It was all so that he could text her his current location. She followed the address without any mind. As she was approaching the scene, a small hospital, she was pulled off the scene like a horrible actor on a stage with a hand planted to her mouth and the other tightly groping her breast through her dress. This pervert could’ve been one of two people: A sleazy rapist or Dabi. Yeah, It had to have been Dabi. “Dabi!?” The girl gasped behind the scarred hand of her lover. 

Dabi’s lips formed to make a ‘shushing’ sound, his hot breath slithered deep within the girl’s ear. She shuddered against his form as his tongue caressed the inner shell of her ear. “You don’t want to get caught do you?”

(Y/n) bit Dabi’s hand, causing the boy to hiss and yank his hand away. “I’m not fucking having sex in the open!” And yet it was that comment alone that had bystanders stare at them wildly on their way to work.

“Had no shame showing off for everyone at the base,” Dabi teased, for he had cornered his girlfriend with words alone. He took no time in pinning (Y/n) against the brick wall of a building. His rough stapled hands traveled about her body in a route she knew like the back of her hand. The final stop, his favorite place of all was her breasts. He’d squeeze and abuse them until she’d beg him to stop.

Normally, (Y/n) wouldn’t be as submissive as she was now. She’d playfully fight back like a game of hard to get or touch Dabi’s impressive body as well. However, Dabi’s words really did cut deep. All those times they had sex back when the League was stationed at a bar, almost everytime they were interrupted by someone. Toga made ‘where are they having sex today?’ into a game, Twice and Kurogiri often caught (Y/n) on full display and after the first walk in Shigaraki knew better than leave the main room of the bar. Towards fellow members of the League, (Y/n) really had no shame and now she felt wrong as to decline his advances now.

(Y/n) finally snapped back into reality to the uncomfortable nibble of a mouth that found its way to the crook of her neck. Dabi bit and suckled, abusing her sensitive skin. “Dabi…” (Y/n) fought back her moans. The couple weren’t even five feet away from the entry of the alley and easily twenty or more bystanders passed by in less than ten seconds. “Can we please be a bit more… Secretive? The thrill of potentially getting caught is something else but this is just flat out fucking in public,” in fact, (Y/n) found this idea to be a gigantic turn off.

Dabi reluctantly unlatched himself from (Y/n)’s neck. In such little time, a hickey had begun to form. He tried to marvel at some of his best work yet, but he had to deal with his naughty girlfriend first of course. “Definition of secretive?” He demanded with a hiss.

“Um… Maybe NOT IN THE OPEN!!!” (Y/n) snapped.

“Will behind something work for you Princess?” That nickname… Dabi only uses it whenever (Y/n)’s particularly bitchy or demanding but the name gave (Y/n) pleasure in the idea that sometimes even a horn dog like Dabi needs to be knocked down a few pegs every now and again.

“Perfect actually,” she hummed with delight.

“Fine then!” Dabi threw the girl from his hold. He did so as he smacked (Y/n)’s ass earning a yelp from her being. “Dumpster or fire escape?”

Although the location was still public as fuck, Dabi and (Y/n) found themselves scaling the fire escape to a nearby apartment complex. There were only two reasons why (Y/n) agreed to get it on nearly fifty feet in the air. One: Who the fuck wants to pound each other next to a big metal bin of steaming trash? And second: Sky level wasn’t the same as eye level. As long as nobody looks up, (Y/n) should feel fine.

Dabi decided to pick up where he left off. He had (Y/n)’s backside pressed up against his chest, his head buried within the crook of (Y/n)’s neck whereas his mouth began attacking the sensitive flesh to mark her further. He wants everyone to know she’s his and his only. One of his hands remained uncharacteristically gently as it ran up the length of her thigh to snake beneath the scandalously short dress she wore. His hand ghosted over her hot arousal and it was at that moment he couldn’t hold back a devilish chuckle.

“My slut’s not wearing any panties today hmm?” The man hummed as he hiked up her dress what little he could before everything, her pussy and all, was on display for the world to see. “Yet you took offense when I said you have no shame~”

“You were gonna burn them off me anyways,” (Y/n) lied right through her teeth. She’s mastered the skill of cheating out lie detectors and she had her stressful past of acting and theater to thank. Of course (Y/n) came out to this part of town wearing the shortest dress she owned with the intent to wear a lack of undergarments.

Dabi chuckled. One of his fingers delved into (Y/n)’s folds causing his girl to gasp. “Does this slut want my fingers? Or my cock?” He forced her body flush with his own all to grind her ass against the prominent bulge of his pants.

(Y/n) reached behind herself to stroke his straining erection, “I want Daddy’s cock,” the girl shamelessly sang.

Dabi threw the girl from off his body to clash with the metal railing. (Y/n) tried to fix herself into a more comfortable position, but he kept her glued to the spot with a vice grip upon her hips that’ll bruise later. Dabi spread her legs apart and trapped her to the spot by grinding his knee against her wet heat. Dabi worked on the zipper to his pants, his cock free in a matter of seconds and pressed impatiently at her entrance. (Y/n) wasn’t going to mention it, but Dabi wasn’t wearing underwear either. It became clear as day that they both were expecting sex from the other well before it was even decided.

Dabi was thankful that (Y/n) was flexible or else he couldn’t have hooked her leg over his shoulder. “I’m not holding back,” the male warned as he pressed his tip into her folds. “Better stay quiet Princess or else we’ll get caught,” a devilish smirk flashed before (Y/n)’s eyes before Dabi drove his hips forward to sheath himself within his woman to the hilt. The penetration earned a small cry of pleasure from (Y/n)’s lips that carried on in the breeze but alas she couldn’t care if anyone heard her now. She’s finally getting the sex she torturously waited too long to earn. 

He pulled out almost completely, only the tip remained as (Y/n)’s entrance desperately clenched onto it to ensure he wouldn’t escape, until he slammed back in with force. Each of his thrusts were powerful and rocked her body as she found trouble hanging onto the metal railing for support. Dabi nibbled at the flesh of (Y/n)’s jaw. He wanted to batter her angelic skin up more to his personal liking. The girl always wore his markings with pride and nothing could make her feel otherwise. Nevertheless, Dabi continued to pound on the girl, his skin slapping against hers and (Y/n) was fighting back her moans. Dabi wanted her to be loud, to draw wandering eyes. His free hand found her clit and pinched the sensitive nub. The sudden burst of pleasure caused her to jolt but yet no sounds came. “Let me hear ya,” Dabi edged (Y/n) on. “The louder you are, the nicer I’ll treat ya.” Well isn’t that a rare offer? (Y/n) didn’t need to think about her offer before opening her mouth wide for moans to seep through. Her noises weren’t as loud as Dabi wanted them to be, but he could hear her sweet noises and that was enough for him. He could always get her going, and that’s what he planned to do. As promised, Dabi stopped pinching (Y/n)’s clit and replaced the act with firm circular motions around it. Before long, (Y/n)’s voice was getting all caught up within her throat to her stirring orgasm. She tightened around his cock more with each drawing second.

“Come for me slut!” Dabi growled and teased her clit faster than before. (Y/n)’s head hung loosely around her neck, back arching with a strangled moan as her climax dawned upon her. The sight was enough for Dabi to finish up soon after in a few shallow thrusts, his warm release shooting into her pussy. He pulled out rather quickly to get the pleasure of watching his cum trickle out from her opening and down her legs. 

With the two of them tired and weak from their pleasure highs, Dabi carefully pulled (Y/n) away from the railing and fixed her clothes. There really wasn’t much to fix but he figured it’d be nice to dress her up as payment for making her come out. Dabi peered down from the railing to find that everyone below was still going about their day. Nobody had stopped to watch the show, “How disappointing…” Dabi shook his head. Although he’s genuinely satisfied, nothing was the same. (Y/n) loved the thrill of nearly getting caught in the act while Dabi preferred being caught. Dabi will respect her wishes and she does the same in return. Although, he wants to try out some more riskier locations in the near future.