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“Just go pick something up, I guess,” your boyfriend grumbled beside you, slinking down further into the passengers seat as he tapped quickly on his phone.
“Don’t take too long either.” He snapped, shooting you a pointed look as you huffed and rolled your eyes. “And pick me up some food in there, too. And some pretzels.” He added on as you scoffed.
“Damn, so you want me to go into the mall by myself, pick up all this shit for you, which is probably gonna be at least three bags full, and get you something to eat? Including pretzels?” You asked incredulously.
Your boyfriend had been bothering you and constantly complaining about going to the mall this week, something about him needing new clothes for a job, and also a few games, and other bulllshit. He just wanted to spend your money after your hard earned working hours helped you get a small raise. You planned on using that money for you, not random shit that he swore up and down he needed.
After crying about wanting to come to the mall, you guys finally go—on his time, in your car, might I add—and he just refuses to leave the car. Something about his head hurting and the shitty lights in there bothering his eyes, something else about it making his headache worse. Another complain about the stores he wanted to go to were on either side of the mall and how his feet were just so sore after walking around and looking for a job that you insisted he get for hours on end.
So here you were; sitting in your car next to your shitty boyfriend who did nothing but sit on his phone and ass all day, who basically told you to do all of his shopping for you. You didn’t even want to come to the mall today—it was wash day, damnit—and here you were, doing all the fucking work.
“I didn’t stutter, did I?” Your boyfriend asked, finally setting his phone down to look you square in the eye. You watched him for a few seconds before groaning, pushing your glasses up to pinch at the bridge of your nose, and picking up your purse before hopping out and slamming the door shut.
You stomped all throughout the mall, earning you more than one crazed glance. Once you finally picked up what he needed, you were about to stomp to the burger place in the mall when one store name caught your eye.
Spencer’s.
You hadn’t been there since your old high school days, when you and your friends would come in and try not to look too suspicious buying dildos and vibrators, and other useless shit you would wrap around the toys so your parents wouldn’t suspect anything. Their toys always clonked out on you after a few usages, and since you were an adult, you could easily buy better toys that lasted longer.
But today, you just said fuck it.
You trudged in with the many, many bags of useless shit your boyfriend had texted you that he needed in addition to the other useless shit. Looking around, you tried to calm yourself down with all of the dumb shit the store sold, including nasty games and porn-centric shirts. You couldn’t help the snort that came out of you at the picture of Stewie from Family Guy with his bare ass on the front of the shirt.
“See something ya like, sweetheart?” A deep, rumbling voice grumbled from behind you. You jumped in surprise, whirling around to find the source of the voice.
And holy fucking shit. Dude was hot.
Pale skin, a shit load of tattoos and piercings, wicked burn scars covering the lower half of his face and dipping down into the white tee he had on, thick black hair. He gave the entire illusion of being a bad boy, and you couldn’t help but swoon for a moment.
Snapping yourself out of your internal momentary crush, the bags you held for your boyfriend suddenly weighed very heavy in your hands. Clearing your throat and shaking your head, you ignored the smirk that spread on the workers face as you glanced back at the t shirt behind you.
“Yeah, but it’s not the shirt,” you murmured under your breath. The worker stepped forward, licking his lips and you could catch the gleam of metal in his mouth for a split second. You shivered under his intense blue stare as his eyes roamed over your form.
“What was that?” He asked, suddenly too close for comfort, his knees smacking against the swinging bags softly. You took an instinctive step back, eyes wide as the worker seemed to loom over you with a wide smirk.
“I-I just said that the shirt is stupid,” you cursed yourself for your stutter. It only made the worker’s smirk turn into a smile as he snorted softly, backing away momentarily to give you your breathing room as he sized you up and down.
“Ya looking for anything specific?” He drawled, scanning the many bags in your hands. You shrugged, slowly walking down the aisle to look at more crude tee shirts, games, and mugs that they had.
“Nah, just wanted to get myself something, even if it’s stupid.” You said quietly. “My boyfriend asked me to get him all of this shit, so I just wanted to get something else, ya know?”
You don’t know why you started rambling, it wasn’t like the punk rock worker would necessarily care about how your lazy boyfriend sent you off to do all of his shopping on your card. The thought only agitated you further, a frown pulling at your lip as the worker kept your slow pace beside you.
“All of that’s for ya boyfriend?” The worker asked, slowing to a stop to tilt his head at you as you stood in front of some drinking games. You nodded, switching the bags to one hand as you picked up a game to examine it. When the bags got too heavy for just one arm, you quickly set the game back down to distribute the weight easier.
The worker noticed, his large and slightly scarred hand instantly going out to grab the bags from your hand. His touch was warm, thin fingers bumping into your own as he started pulling the bags from your hands.
“Let me put these behind the counter for ya, sweetheart.” The worker rumbled, bending slightly at the waist to grab all of the bags. You let them go hesitantly, watching him straighten out as you became face to face with his chest and finally finding the name tag pinned on his shirt.
“Thank you,” you whispered, “Dabi.” You added on as an afterthought, glancing up to his piercing blue stare. He only cocked a dark eyebrow at you, smirking slightly again as he nodded and strolled to the front of the store with your boyfriends bags in tow.
Watching the worker step away, you had to turn your back to keep from watching the way his ass fit those black jeans perfectly, and collect yourself. You had a boyfriend. You were here at the mall to buy things for your boyfriend. Your stupid fucking boyfriend who couldn’t do shit but stay on his phone constantly, who you’re also pretty sure is talking to other girls—
“You okay there, little devil?” Dabi suddenly appeared right beside you, making you jump in place. He snickered at your shocked expression, leaning against the wall nearest to you as what he called you suddenly dawned on you.
“Little devil?” You asked. “The hell did that come from?”
Dabi just shrugged, pushing off the wall to fiddle with the clothes hung up on the hanger beside him. He glanced over at you again, the wanting look in his eyes completely unsubtle as he dragged his bottom lip into his mouth before finally finding your eyes again.
“That look on your face. Looked like straight murder was running through that pretty little head of yours.” Dabi said, pulling a shirt from a hanger as he handed it over to you.
You stared at him for a moment before picking the shirt up and examining it. It had your favorite artist and was your exact size. You glance over at him, confusion written all over your face as he continued rifling through more clothes beside you.
“How’d you know I like this artist?” You asked quietly, tucking the shirt under you arm as you quietly decided that you would get this for yourself. Dabi shrugged, handing over ripped jeans that were also your size.
“Look like you do.” Was all he responded as you looked over the jeans. Growing frustrated and honestly kind of confused on how scarily accurate this dude was when it came to your likes and size, you weren’t afraid of voicing this.
“You a stalker, or something?” You snapped, also tucking those jeans under your arms because, fuck, they were really cute. Dabi snorted, pulling the clothes from under you arm as he started his way back to the counter at the front.
“You’d have to be interesting for me to stalk, little devil. And maybe not have a boyfriend.” Dabi shrugged coolly, almost as if his words weren’t a direct insult. “Maybe.” You heard him add on as you watched his retreating form and did not try to not look at his ass this time.
You scoffed under your breath, kinda fucking offended that he offhandedly called you boring, but equally interested that he basically admitted that he didn’t care about your boyfriend. Was it bad that you kinda didn’t care either?
This time you did smack your cheek a few times to knock some sense into yourself. You couldn’t just say fuck your boyfriend and all the loyalty you owe him just because some hot Spencer’s worker knew your clothing size, even though your boyfriend still didn’t know after dating for over a year. Or maybe the fact that Dabi also knew which artist you liked just from the look at you, and your boyfriend always just assumed you liked what he liked and didn’t really care for your personal taste in music. No, you couldn’t just do that to your boyfriend!
…Right?
Almost to confirm your feelings, your phone buzzed in the back of your pocket as Dabi made his way back over to you. Opening the message, you realized it was from your boyfriend and instantly rolled your eyes at what he sent.
Lover 💓
You almost finished? How long does it take to pick up a few things and food?
Hurry up. Im starving
Be out in fifteen or I’m coming to get your keys and leaving ur ass here
You could feel your eyebrow twitch slightly, hands starting to shake at the mere thought of the audacity of this man. You sent back a quick response of okay, whatever before pocketing your phone and suddenly being aware of Dabi’s lingering presence. It was almost like he knew what was going on, but couldn’t have seen your messages as he simply raised an eyebrow at you.
“Where are you guy’s toys?” You quickly blurted out. Dabi only raised both eyebrows higher in shock before his face fell into a lazy grin again. He nodded his head further back into the store to follow him as he slipped his hands into his pockets.
“Boyfriend trouble?” Dabi asked, completely unashamed of his boundary crossing. You could feel your face heat up, whole body going warm as you kept your head down and followed behind the worker who cooly glided through the many twists and turns of the store.
“You could say that,” you mumbled. You couldn’t believe that you were talking about stuff like this with basically a stranger who was just supposed to be ringing you up and sending you on your way.
But how come you didn’t feel as guilty as you thought you would?
“What are you looking for, little devil?” Dabi’s rumbling voice broke you out of your stupor as you quickly snapped your head up. And fuck, you almost gave yourself whiplash! When the hell did you guys make it all the way to the back of the store and why the hell were there such a huge arrangements of toys? Was this an adult toy store you accidentally walked into or a regular clothing store in the mall? The music in the store suddenly sounded a lot louder and clearer this close to the back of the store, the raunchy lyrics doing nothing to help your flustered state.
He’s a ride or die
I ride his face forever
Tip me over
I like all types of pressure
“Um, I don’t really know,” you stammered, eyes wide as you looked around at everything that surrounded you in the store. There were dildos, vibrators, handcuffs, flavored lube and condoms. Just everything you were definitely not expecting, especially without the toys being discreetly packages. A 12 inch, black dildo basically stared you right back in the eye, making you have to turn away and face Dabi. As if that was any better.
He was staring at you intently, licking his lips and smirking at the flustered look on your face. He tilted his head in your direction, suddenly walking up to you quicker than you could expect. Your breath getting caught in your throat as he strolled over to you in only three quick steps, effectively caging you in as he reached a slender arm above your head.
Being this close, you could get the tiny details of his face. Three studs on one side of his nostril, two eyebrow piercings in his left brow bone, an assortment of earrings running up and down his lobes, black gauges with blue flames decorating the flat base of them, pale skin that slipped into skin graphs on his chin and lower cheeks. You wanted to reach out and touch it, but stopped when his piercing gaze caught your eyes.
“See something you like?” Dabi asked again, mimicking his question from earlier. Only then did you notice the package he held in his other hand close to your face. You darted your eyes between the two before swallowing and shakily grabbing the toy from thin, long fingers.
“What is this?” You asked quietly, holding the large toy away from you. Dabi still didn’t back up, practically pressed chest to chest with him. You could practically see the nipple piercings through the white shirt, could almost feel the cool metal pressed against you due to his proximity. Dabi flitted his eyes over to the toy briefly, taking it back from your shaking hands as he put it back in place.
“A Hitachi wand.” Dabi said coolly, almost as if he were talking about the weather. He kept you pinned in front of him, running his hands over more toys as he started sifting through more of the toys behind you. You could smell him from here, smoke and ash, cigarettes, and a light wafting of musky cologne. Fuck, this man was making your knees weak.
“It’s too much for you, little devil.” Dabi shrugged, a fake pout on his face as he watched yours morph from embarrassment to irritation in only a matter of seconds.
“How do you know what’s too much for me?” You snapped back, stepping up slightly so the toes to your shoes bumped against each others. Dabi glanced down at you guys’ feet, slowly lifting his head as a smile curved at his lips, the metal in his mouth gleaming brightly in the dimmed lighting of the store.
“A Hitachi is a big girl toy, little devil. You gotta start out small and easy. Here,” Dabi plucked something from beside your hip, brushing against your jean-clad legs to push the next toy into your hand.
You didn’t want to break eye contact, but to see what he was holding out, you did. You could feel your face flushing again, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you eyed the small toy in the packaging. It was a bullet vibe, small and purple with a few settings that the packaging promised would be loads of fun.
“This should be good for you. A cute little vibrator, that’s cute just like you, devil.” Dabi growled, head lowering as he ghosted warm lips over your heated cheeks. You sucked in a shaky breath, legs weakening at the sound of his words aligning with the lyrics blasting through the speakers.
I say, its a no brainer now
Now I’m in this bitch vibrator now
Now I’m making waves and craters now
Tell me, tell me, who’s gonna restrain me now?
“Well how do I know this is the toy for me?” You whisper, your head turning to face his ear as he Dabi continued trailing his lips over your skin. He paused at your words, pressing his body flush against yours, making you gasp as you felt the poke of his arousal through his jeans.
“You needa’ test run, little devil?” Dabi purred against your neck, breathing heavily against you as you had to hold on to his shoulders for stability with how weak your legs were getting. You nodded slightly, licking the rings in his ear softly as you whispered into it,
“Only if you show me how to use it. Show me how to start out small and easy, right?” Those words broke the dam. Dabi wasted no time in grabbing your wrists and dragging you into a changing room, slamming you into the wall as he haphazardly slammed the door shut. No one else was in the store and wouldn’t be able to see you both from the front of the store, but Dabi didn’t seem to care anyway.
He attacked your neck with kisses, harsh sucks and bites as you tangled your fingers into his thick locks. You moaned shamelessly at the rough suck at the base of your neck, tugging his hair away from you to get him to look at you.
“N-no marks, please,” you gasped, Dabi shoving his thigh in between your legs to press down on your cunt through your jeans. You could feel yourself starting to soak through your panties as you ground down against his knee, eyes fluttering as Dabi stared down at you all the while.
“My boyfriend, he can’t—he can’t find out,” you whimpered. You tried to make yourself feel bad about cheating on him, but how could you when Dabi laughed, all deep and gravely, into your ear as he gripped your hips to grind you against his knee rougher?
“Your boyfriend doesn’t have to find out.” He whispered against your lips, pulling away when you tried to kiss him. He cocked his head to the side, surveying your panting form as you gripped his biceps tightly to continue fucking yourself against his knee.
“Unless you want him to?” Your eyes went wide at that, instantly shaking your head no as your grinding came to a sudden halt. Dabi’s smile dropped, the hands on your hips tightening uncomfortably, making you wince as he frowned down at you.
“I don’t remember telling you to stop, little devil.” He growled, pulling a hand back to slap your thigh roughly. You whimpered, going back to fuck yourself on his thigh, eyes never leaving his as your glasses started fogging up from his close proximity.
“Stop again, and I’ll send you outta here horny and dripping.” Dabi lowered his head to speak against your throat, one hand leaving your hip to push your shirt over your chest and roll it under your arms. He paused at your whine, eyes mischievous as he grinned, ducking his head down to suck another mark onto the tops of your tit.
“I know your fucktard of a boyfriend can’t satisfy your obviously desperate ass, so I think you should keep doing what I say. What do you think, little devil?” Dabi pulled back from your chest to ask, squeezing your tit crudely before sliding his hands around your waist to toy and fiddle with the button of your jeans.
“Not that I give a fuck.” Dabi snarled, suddenly yanking the button on your jeans until you felt it pop and fly haywire across the dressing room. You opened your mouth to protest, but he was suddenly ripping the vibe from the packaging and pressing it against your clit in the lowest setting.
A raunchy moan left your lips, eyes squeezing shut as you bucked your hips wildly against the toy, digging your nails into Dabi’s exposed and scarred shoulders. When you least expected it, he swallowed all of your moans with his mouth, shoving his tongue inside and stroking it against your own.
You cried louder, moans muffled as Dabi turned the settings up another notch, rubbing it against your clit through the cotton panties as he bit roughly on your bottom lip and tugged. He rubbed the toy in small circles, the pressure of it hard and making your legs tremble from where you stood. Dabi pulled away from your mouth sloppily, licking the corners of your mouth and chin as he nipped softly at the skin there. He trailed wet kisses down your throat, whispering the lyrics with a few changes you recognized.
“I fuck it up
I can’t wait for you to see
You said your boyfriend wanna marry you
But now you’re here with me”
You whimpered at his changes, hips gyrating wildly as Dabi slipped your jeans and panties down around your ankles, somehow still steadily holding the vibe against your mound. He slapped the inside of your thigh, eliciting a whine from you as you watched him palm his cock through his jeans with a free hand.
“Face the wall, slut.” You shivered at the name, turning slowly on trembling thighs. Obviously too slow for Dabi as he spun you around quickly, pinning you against the wall with his body as he forced your hands up beside your head. You could feel his erection grinding against your ass, his jeans digging into the soft flesh of your cheeks, making you mewl as you ground back against it.
“You that excited to get my cock, slut?” Dabi taunted, placing the vibe back on your clit suddenly. You cried out, glasses skewed on your face as you tried to turn your head over to watch the excited look on his face.
“Ready to be pounded by some fuckin’ stranger, even though your boyfriend is waiting for you at home?” Dabi chuckled, turning the vibe up to the third setting out of five. You could hear the whirring from the little machine, your legs trembling violently as you tried to escape the overwhelming pleasure.
“He’s—he’s in the c-car,” you don’t know why you said it, but you did. You could feel Dabi pause for a second, though never removing the toy from your clit as you squealed when the pressure became lighter. It felt like it moved all the way up your body now, flowing through your core as your orgasm suddenly crept through your pulsating body.
“You’re about to be raw dogged by a random mall worker while your boyfriend sits in the car waiting for you, little devil?” He whistled low under his breath as you heard rustling behind you.
“I guess I gotta make this quick then, huh, devil?” Dabi laughed, as he suddenly skipped the fourth setting and went straight to the fifth one. You squealed this time, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your orgasm shot through your body quickly. You were glad the music was loud, but if you weren’t careful, you were sure your loud mouth would be heard by the entire mall.
As you slowly started coming down, you could hear the distinctive sound of a shutter going off. You were too weak to fight back, tears drifting to your eyes as Dabi whistled low and praised your shaking legs on camera.
“P-please,” you whispered, looking over at him over your shoulder. “No pictures, I-I don’t want my boyfriend to see.” You whimpered, hands trying to find purchase on the wall to keep yourself from collapsing. Dabi rolled his eyes, pushing your glasses back up your face as much as he could as he handed the vibe over that he dropped on the sitting bench.
“Should’ve thought about that before you seduced me, little devil,” Dabi shrugged, forcibly pressing the vibe into your balled up hands. You looked at him confusedly as he stepped away to spit down on his cock, swiping a hand through the mess in between your thighs. He jerked himself a few times to slick himself up as your eyes widened at the sight.
“Are—are those…?” The question hung in the air as Dabi only looked up at you with a smirk. You could spot at least four piercings on his cock, one prince Albert and at least three frenum piercings running down the underside of the length of his shaft. Knowing that those would be bumping inside of you and caressing your walls made you shiver in anticipation. You reached back with one hand to pull your cheeks apart, the other still holding the slippery vibe in a tight grip.
Dabi swore under his breath at the sight of you, stepping forward again to rub his tip over your sopping folds. You could feel the piercings bumping against your cunt, making you shiver and hold yourself open further.
“Hold it to your dirty little clit while I fuck you, yeah?” Dabi murmured, leaning forward to bite roughly at your nape as you gasped quietly. You nodded, turning it on the second to lowest setting, knees jerking at the oversensitivity. Dabi growled against you, pushing against your folds, letting the very tip of his cock enter you before pulling back out.
“Highest setting, little devil.” He snarled, teasing you with his tip and piercing. You could feel the tears starting to well up, already overstimulated with the low setting as you shook your head.
“I-I can’t! S’too much, Dabi,” you whined, legs shaking as you slowly upped it to the third setting. Dabi swatted your ass quickly, suddenly shoving his cock all the way inside of your unprepared pussy.
Your eyes crossed for a moment, body going weak as all you could feel was the vibration and the fullness of Dabi’s thick cock separating your walls. Dabi leaned back slightly to take in the sight of you speared on his cock as you heard more shuttering from the camera.
“Highest setting, little devil, or I’m sending these to lover,” you could hear the snicker in his voice, making you shiver in his hold. Your body tensed, glancing at him over your shoulder as the tears started to well once more in disbelief.
“You wouldn’t.” You whimpered, eyes fluttering as Dabi pulled out slowly to snap his hips back in with a growl.
“Oh, but I would.” He thrusted inside of you quickly, giving you no time to adjust to his length and size. “Highest. Setting.” He growled the last two words, lifting the phone momentarily to capture the sight of your face. You could only imagine what you looked like; glasses foggy and skewed on your face, your cheeks flushed and warm, eyes crossing, mouth hanging open as drool started to pool on your shoulder.
“Fuck, you look so good, little devil. Can’t wait to send you to him with my cum all over you.” Dabi growled when he heard the vibe shoot all the way up. He could feel the vibrations on his cock faintly, the slight buzzing on his piercings making the sex all the more pleasurable.
You tightened around his cock at his words, hands shaking and wanting to rip them away from your clit at the unbearable pressure. But the threat of this random guy in the mall sending your boyfriend pictures of him raw dogging you in a dressing room kept your hand still. You could feel another orgasm creeping over you as Dabi pressed himself flat against your back, his cock driving deep inside of you as he forced you back on his cock with every thrust with a hand on your hip.
“Such a dirty little bitch,” Dabi licked the shell of your ear, the metal ball in his mouth catching on your own earring as you cried into the wall.
“Letting me fuck you raw like this. Don’t even fuckin’ know me.” He snarled. You could hear him tossing your phone on the bench as he gripped your hips in both hands now. You knew for sure that there would be fingertip shaped bruises that weren’t there before. You didn’t know how you would explain it to your boyfriend later, but he never touched you anyway, you doubted he would notice. This only made the experience even better, the continuous buzzing on your clit and the smacks against your sweet spot with the piercings driving you to another orgasm.
“Should I pull out and cum all over your face? Or better yet, cum inside your pathetic cunt and leave you in front of the store for your boyfriend to find?” Dabi tugged your earlobe roughly, dipping his tongue inside and laughed as he felt you shudder around him.
“Oh? You like when I mention how much of a dirty fuckin’ cheater you are?” He asked, his voice strained as you clamped down on him impossibly tighter. Your legs were growing weak like jelly, only held up by his tight grip on your hips as you continued holding the vibe to your throbbing clit.
“You must want him to find you impregnated with my seed in front of the store, huh?” The tears flowed freely now, a sob leaving your throat as you could feel the telltale sign of another violent orgasm pumping through your veins.
“Want ta’ break up with him with a video of my dick in your ass? Just say the words, and I’ll give it all to you, little devil. Fuck you better than he ever could.” With that last snarl and an accompanying bite to your nape that would definitely bruise, you came all over his cock.
Your body shook violently, thighs trembling and shaking as you went limp in his grip. Dabi let you fall to your knees with a mocking laugh, coming around to the side of you as he yanked your chin up to face him.
The moment you opened your eyes, your face was being was being covered in a copious amount of cum. You gasped, attempted tilting your head back to catch the majority of it in your mouth but Dabi held you tight in his grip. His cum mostly covered the lens of your glasses, some ropes spewing into your mouth and running down your right cheek.
He groaned above you the whole time, hips thrusting as he fucked his fist, milking his orgasm as much as he could. When he felt like he was spent, he huffed, stepping away to grab your phone and snap a picture of your debauched expression. You were still on cloud nine, mind hazy as you tried swallowing the thickness in your mouth, choking slightly at the sheer amount of it.
When you finally got your mind clear, Dabi was smirking down at you, his cock tucked back into his jeans. He nodded to your face in question.
“Need help cleaning up?” He asked to which you nodded. Instead of him leaving to get a tissue, he wiped a thumb through the stickiness in your cheek and rubbed it on the pad of your thumb. You wrapped your lips around the digit, sucking the saltiness away and swallowing, still unable to clearly see his face.
Slipping your glasses off, Dabi surprised you yet again. He held the dirtied lenses up to your mouth, his blurry image smiling cruelly down at you. Slowly, you lolled your tongue out, swiping through the sticky mess as Dabi watched you attentively all the wall. He guided your hands to hold them up so he could fetch your phone once more and record your raunchy acts.
“Look at you,” he murmured more to the phone. “Licking up my cum like you can’t get enough of it. Never do this for your boyfriend, huh?” He chuckled, turning the video off as soon as your glasses were licked clean, the small peck of cum still staining the arms. You hadn’t noticed. Dabi did.
You could see him scrolling through your notifications as you tried cleaning your glasses with your shirt, which was basically a lost cause. Dabi handed you back your phone as your eyes widened at the amount of notifications you had from your boyfriend.
“You better hurry back. Lover’s waiting.” He snickered, strolling out of the dressing room as the sudden weight of what you did fell onto your shoulders. You should’ve felt more guilty than you did, but the feeling completely went away when you read his messages.
Lover 💓
Where the fuck are you? Its been 20 mins now
Didn’t I say be out in ten?
Fuck is the hold up?
You ignoring me? Deadass?
I’m getting irritated now. You better hurry the fuck up
As you were typing out a weak response of both of the food places he wanted being crowded, Dabi peaked his head back into the dressing room. He threw the jeans he had picked out earlier to you as he rested against the doorway.
“Those are 12.99, by the way.” Dabi drawled lazily. “And the vibe is 19.99.” he added on, to which your eyes basically bulged out of your head.
“You were the one that fucked up the button on my jeans, you dick!” You shouted, standing to rip off the fucked up jeans from around your ankles and pull on the new ones. Dabi watched you intensely the whole time, a lazy smirk on his face as he shrugged.
“I’ll throw in a ‘great nut’ discount.” He murmured, unabashedly palming his growing cock at the sight of you wiggling into the jeans. You could only scoff, rolling your eyes as you shakily walked past him, back into the store.
As you begrudgingly paid for the jeans and vibe, Dabi stared at you the entire time, a small smirk on your face. After handing you back your bags, he winked and blew you a kiss.
“Tell lover I said hi,” He snickered, leaning against the counter as you scoffed again, flipping him the bird, and stomped out of the store.
You’re never going back there if that douche was working!
…Okay. You were definitely fucking lying to yourself. You tried to distract yourself from the lingering buzz in your legs and the weakness in your knees as you went to the food joint and struggled out of the mall with all of your bags. By the time you made it to the car, your boyfriend was fuming, his arms crossed petulantly as he snatched the food away and immediately started eating without a proper thanks. Stupid bitch.
“What’s that on your glasses?” Your boyfriend asked, suddenly facing you as he leaned forward to inspect your glasses. Fuck, did you not get all of the cum off?! You tried not to let the panic take over your face as you shrugged jerkily.
“Oh, must be from the Cinnabon cream,” you lied, turning the key in the ignition as your boyfriend quirked an eyebrow.
“All the way up to your glasses?” He asked, sounding totally unbelieving. You nodded, facing him with a forced smile, hoping to anyone that would listen that he didn’t know what the hell you were just doing.
“You know I can be a messy eater.” You smiled wider, a smile that didn’t totally reach your eyes. Your boyfriend examined you for a moment more before shrugging and sitting back in his seat.
“Yeah, you are.”
You usually would get upset at his slick comments like that, but you were still buzzing from the best two orgasms in your life. You could only nod, legs still twitching and jerking. Your boyfriend didn’t comment on how shakily you pulled out of the parking spot, or the fact that those weren’t the pants you left the house with.