Dabi was never one for 'intimacy'. Honestly, that shit was the furthest thing on his mind right now. Sure, he's thought about it.. But he was the living version of a 'hot virgin'.

That changed when he met her, and he fucking hated it. Being vulnerable and exposed was something that never turned out well for him, something he'd never thought he'd be again.

But shit, seeing her roam around in that too-tight night gown.. Showing off her curves in all the right places, he could never take his eyes off her. A lingering curiosity that kept bubbling up inside him, 'How would it feel.. To see those curves bare. Exposed to his dirty gaze.'

He would never admit that shit out-loud, though. Fuck no. But shit, she's been on his mind for so fucking long. Whenever she's out dealing with whatever, He's thinking about her. Dabi doesn't even remember a time where he wasn't.

Here he is now in the present, and shit, he's silently panicking.. She's posted up on his lap, cuddled up against him as they watched a movie together. Dabi wasn't even close to focused, if anything, he was silently panting. Eyes blurry yet fixated on her hips. Everything in him wanting to just.. grab them.

Fuck no..

He couldn't..

He wouldn't..

He wanted to.

A low growl escapes his lips, throwing his head back in awe. He hated how fucking good this felt, hated how he could feel the thin fabric of her panties beneath her shorts against his semi-hard cock.

"Oh fuckk..." he panted. "What the fuck is going on.. Shit.. My body's reacting before I can." He thought to himself, unsure of how to feel, what to think, what to say..