#plf

Truth was, he hadn’t wanted to come to this meeting at all. He’d made that perfectly clear the day before, voice flat, interest nonexistent, already halfway out the door, until Shigaraki’s tone had sliced through him, sharp and non-negotiable. The meeting was mandatory.

So Dabi had shown up, if only to shut his boss up. Anyone with half a brain could tell, though, that only his body had bothered taking a seat at the table. The rest of him was somewhere else entirely.

With you.

He imagined the familiar weight of you tucked against his side, his arm wrapped tight around the curve of your waist like he needed to anchor himself there. His other hand massaged your scalp, threading through your hair, tugging just slightly, not to hurt, but to feel the way you’d lean into it, like you always did.

A corner of his mouth twitched upwards at the thought.

The room erupted into louder arguing, someone shouting his name, but Dabi didn’t look up. He finally tapped the screen. A flick of his thumb opened the message. The thumbnail froze on the first frame - your bedroom ceiling, fan spinning lazy circles, the corner of the mattress visible. He tilted the phone toward his lap before anyone noticed as his pulse hammered against the inside of his throat. 

The meeting had barely started; if he excused himself now, Re-Destro would launch into another motivational monologue the second he returned. 

Thankfully, Dabi was never without his in-ear headphones. He flipped open the small black case with practiced ease, plucked one out, and slid it into his ear, sealing the rest of the room out as neatly as closing a door. Then, Dabi pressed play.

At first, it was only a teasing close-up of your lips, glossy and parted, whispering his name. You pulled back, revealing the camera’s full view: you knelt on your shared bed, wearing nothing but a thin black thong that cut between the plump cheeks of your plushy ass. 

You must have set the camera on the nightstand, Dabi thought to himself.

Your skin looked freshly lotioned, shimmering like silk. You propped yourself up on your elbows, arching your back just enough to push your hips high so your round ass filled the frame. You shook it slowly left, right, left, right; the flesh bouncing with deliberate heft, each ripple timed to the beat of breathy laughter of yours. Your voice slipped through the speaker, “Look what you’re missing, babe.”

Dabi’s pulse hammered. 

Around him, the PLF members were bickering about the same nonsense as always.

Dabi should have muted the clip, but the faint sounds of your ragged breathing, soft giggles, and the smack of your hand against your plump ass bled through the earbud anyway, making him dizzy.

A bead of sweat traced down the side of his neck as you rolled onto your back, legs parting slowly.

Your palms cupped both breasts, thumbs flicking the nipples until they puckered stiff. You squeezed the generous mounds together, letting them spill and bounce, lifting one toward your mouth so your tongue could swipe a slow circle around the perky nipple. The hard bud glistened with saliva, and you sighed in a tempting tone, “Wish your mouth was here.”

Skeptic raised his voice, grilling Dabi about the latest funding discrepancies, and Dabi responded automatically, muttering that he didn’t know and that Toga had probably blown it all on some pointless crap again. The burnt man was way too focused on the video he was watching, and on the screen, your right hand slid into the valley between your tits and travelled down your body.

You traced the waistband of your thong, snapped it against your hip for the playful sting, then tugged it aside, revealing the slick seam of your pussy. The inner lips looked swollen, flushed a deeper pink. You parted them with two fingers, unveiling the shine of fresh arousal coating every fold. A single digit slipped inside, and you bit your lower lip, muffling a moan. Slowly, you fucked your needy hole with your finger, the wet click of penetration audible even when your moans grew louder. Your hips rolled upward to meet each plunge, and you breathed his name again, louder this time. “Dabi!” 

A low, heavy sigh slipped through Dabi’s nose as the man shifted, feigning an adjustment in his chair while subtly angling it under the table. His cock strained the zip of his dark blue pants, throbbing in time with the quickening beat of his heart. Dabi eased the buckle of his belt and slowly opened his fly. His swollen length sprang against his boxers, damp spot blooming where precum soaked through material already. He palmed himself covertly, stifling a low grunt with a quick cough, when you added a second finger inside your glistening hole.

The pink rim stretched around your knuckles, gripping like silk-lined steel. On every inward push you gave a throaty grunt that ended in a moan of his name, making the cadence quicker.

The careful stroke up his shaft drew a bead of precum down the crown, and Dabi smeared it down the underside of his dick with his thumb, foreskin gliding fore and back while his gaze remained fixed on the screen of his phone.

On the screen, you slowly pulled the fingers out of your pussy and dragged them through your folds, giving a teasing circle around your swollen clit, then raised those fingers to your mouth and sucked them clean while your hips rolled upwards in a silent invitation.

Dabi cleared his throat, trying to smother the deep grunt rising from his chest.

Back on video, your swollen pussy lips parted when you spread your legs wider, entrance clenching around nothing, needy little sounds spilling from your throat as you kneaded your breasts, twisting your nipples between your fingers.

The burnt man shifted, thighs pressing together now to ease the sudden ache in his cock. He eased the rhythm of jerking himself, closing his azure eyes briefly to steady his breathing.

Little did Dabi know, Tomura was watching him closely from the other end of the table, scrutinizing the strange twists of Dabi’s expression as if debating whether to snap at him just to drag his attention back to the meeting agenda.

Dabi stared at the screen of his smartphone as your other hand disappeared from the view, only to appear a moment later, holding the ridged glass dildo he’d bought stole you last month: translucent blue, slightly curved to graze your sweet g-spot. 

You slicked it along your slit once, twice, then fed the head inside, your eyes fluttering shut. A breathy moan leaked from your parted lips, louder now, raw around the edges. 

Dabi’s fingers curled tightly around the head of his cock. He imagined every villain at this table hearing how desperate his girl was, how wet she was at the single notion of him, and the thought made his pulse riot.

You pushed the dildo deeper into your pussy, back arching. Slowly, you started raising and lowering your hips while holding the toy still. Your tits bounced a little with every move, nipples hard and lickable. You pinched one hard, twisting until you gasped, then moved your hips faster. The inner pussy lips wrapped tightly around the dildo, gracefully moving up and down the glass shaft. The wet slaps could be heard between your moans. 

Dabi’s dick jerked, precum dampening the inside of his boxers yet again. He forced his expression blank, eyes half-lidded like boredom, while inside his cranium every thought screamed fuck fuck fuck.

You set a ruthless rhythm, hips snapping up to meet the glass invasion. Your free hand shot down, two fingers circling the clit so fast your knuckles blurred. Juices smeared down the creases of your thighs, catching the lamp light like gloss. 

Dabi sneered, picturing himself behind you, your hips in his palms while he rammed your cunt raw.

Across the table Twice exhaled cigarette smoke through his nose; the acrid tang drifted over. 

Dabi barely registered it. He was too busy tracking the flutter of your stomach, the way your ribs expanded with each ragged inhale. Your moans were climbing - sweet, broken syllables punched out every time you jammed the toy to the hilt. “Dabi,” you sang sweetly, voice syrupy with pure lust. 

All of that cute, little sounds you made detonated heat in Dabi’s groin. He squeezed his cock head tightly, and gave the shaft a single stroke. The side of his thumb rubbed the crown of his dick, sending sparks up his spine.

On the screen, your orgasm began building. Thigh muscles quivered, stomach tightening in telltale ripples. You dropped the dildo angle low so the lens captured your hole sucking at the glass, walls clutching, creaming around every ridge. A thick bead of milky juice rolled out of the needy pussy, down the crack of your ass, pooling on the sheet beneath. You were oh so fucking close. 

“Bitch,” Dabi growled quietly under his breath, his fist pumping in short, clandestine jerks, the stitched heel of his palm grinding against the underside of his cock with each upward tug. Pleasure coiled hot and urgent at the base, tightening up his sac.

With his name rolling off your tongue like a mantra, you slammed the dildo deep inside your hole one last time and froze, thighs snapping shut around your hand. A raw cry tore from your throat as you came - pussy convulsing, creamy juices bursting around the glass shaft in messy pulses. Your clit visibly flickered under your fingers as you spanked your clit a few times, spasming all over your body at the sensation. “Mmmmm, yes!”

Dabi felt his balls draw up. He imagined that sweet spray coating his own dick while he drove into your spasming heat, imagined the wet slap of your sweet cum against his thighs. His vision tunneled as he gripped his dick tighter, thumb brushing the sensitive underside again and again.

Strings of arousal clung to the glassy dildo as you lifted it to your mouth, and lapped your own taste, eyes flicking to the lens in wicked promise. After licking the toy clean, you spanked your slit with it, throwing your head back and resting it against his pillow when tremors ran through your body - oh, you were so overstimulated! 

After catching your breath, you set the toy aside and rolled onto your stomach, arching your back so your ass was also into the frame. “Bring that dick home as soon as possible, baby. I’m so fucking needy. I need you to fuck me.”

Then the clip stopped, thumbnail snapping back to the beginning frame.

Dabi didn’t finish; instead, he pulled his hand free, careful not to smear evidence of arousal across his pants, fastened the fl, and improved the leather belt he wore that day. He discreetly wiped fingers along the inside hem of his pocket, letting the cotton drink faint traces of precum. His cock throbbed, stiff and unsatisfied, pressed against the fly in a way that would be obvious if he stood now. Good thing he didn’t need to speak during that shitty, useless meeting.

Calm as he could manage, Dabi put his phone at the table counter, and folded both arms over his chest. Cool sweat prickled along his hairline. He tasted iron - he’d chewed the inside of his cheek raw. 

Across the table, Tomura flicked ash from his cigarette into the tray and let a smirk curl across his face, his red irises locking onto his lieutenant. “You’re flushed, Dabi,” he murmured over the hum of the presentation. “Fever, or just another sleepless night?”

Dabi rolled the tip of his tongue across the small wound inside his cheek, savoring the sting. “Something like that,” he answered briefly. He let the imagination simmer behind his turquoise eyes: the way your juices soaked sheets, the tight clench of your pussy around the glassy toy, the breathy moans of his name. 

The meeting would drag another hour, maybe two. He’d sit through every second, hard and aching, carrying your naughty image under a bland villain mask.

He would storm straight to the restroom when the session finally ended, fist himself furiously, and come so hard that his quirk activated. For now, the throb in his confined cock was an exquisite punishment - a proof that his girlfriend’s pleasure, broadcast in pixels, could reduce him to nothing more than a man dizzy with raw sexual tension.

And you knew it, Dabi felt that certainty in his marrow. Somewhere across the city you were sprawled in the afterglow, smirking at the thought of him trapped in this fucking room, dick leaking, powerless to do anything ache with lust.