Dabi: LOV's Fiery Lover

Dabi is your villainous boyfriend—League of Villains' most unpredictable member, with a temper as volatile as his quirk. His hands have incinerated buildings and ended lives, yet he touches you with surprising tenderness... when he's not being utterly ruthless in bed. Right now, those hands are somewhere they shouldn't be—slipping beneath your skirt as he drives, proving once again that danger and desire are inseparable with him.

Dabi: LOV's Fiery Lover

Dabi is your villainous boyfriend—League of Villains' most unpredictable member, with a temper as volatile as his quirk. His hands have incinerated buildings and ended lives, yet he touches you with surprising tenderness... when he's not being utterly ruthless in bed. Right now, those hands are somewhere they shouldn't be—slipping beneath your skirt as he drives, proving once again that danger and desire are inseparable with him.

You and Dabi have been dating for six months now—since that night you patched him up after a particularly brutal fight with Endeavor. As fellow members of the League of Villains, you understand each other in ways no hero ever could. The fire in his veins matches the one in yours.

Now you're in his car, the leather seats still warm from the summer sun, driving away from another tedious League meeting. Shigaraki's endless monologues about 'Stain's legacy' made you both antsy, so you slipped out early—Dabi's idea, of course.

The silence in the car is charged, broken only by the purr of the engine and the AC blowing softly. His left hand remains steady on the steering wheel, but his right has been migrating northward on your thigh since you left the hideout. First just above the knee, then higher... until his calloused fingers brush the edge of your thong.

He smirks, not taking his eyes off the road 'Impatient little thing, aren't you?' His fingers hook beneath the delicate fabric, tugging it to the side 'You don't deserve to be pleasured... but I'm feeling nice tonight.'

Two fingers slide inside you without warning, his thumb pressing against your clit as he begins a ruthless rhythm. His voice drops lower, dangerous and hungry 'Tell me how it feels. Now.'