There was no one else in the shop, apart from you two.
You knew that. And he knew that as well, because his ‘walk down the aisle’ had been on purpose to check and make sure no other pareons were there before he jumped you.
You kissed him back as he pinned you there against the wall, your tongue sliding over his and twisting around before you finished the kiss and pulled apart.
“Get off me, freak,” you teased, pushing him back so you could get away from him.
He stepped back then grabbed you around the waist as you playfully tried to push him away.
“Let’s rob the till and escape the country,” he whispered lowly into your ear, grappling with you still.
He spun you away and placed your hands down on the counter, leaning into your back to hold you there with his weight as he reached past you to press the ‘open till’ button on the screen.
Quick as a flash you clicked the till closed again- you were so fast it didn’t even ding and it took Dabi a good few seconds to figure out that he had pressed the button but you had beat him to it to closing it again and he made a noise of exclamation.
“The fuck? Did you shut it again?”
You cackled. “Yes! Suck on it motherfucker I’m faster than you are.”
“Let me do it,” he said, playfully pushing you aside and pressing the open till button.
The cash catchment clicked open with a ding and Dabi swore as he tried to latch it closed again quickly.
“You suck!” you laughed, “get out of the way noob.”
“No! Wait,” he fought to keep his place there as you tried to forcefully move him away, “wait! I can do it. Stop fucking pushing. I’m a grandmaster, get your hands off me.”
“You can’t beat me and you know it,” you replied, still laughing and trying to push him out of the way.
“I’m the master of beating things… just like how I beat your pu—,”
“Get out, you crumpled assed pervert,” you yelped, still pushing him.
“I was gonna take the cash but I’ll just take you instead,” he grabbed you around the waist and hoisted you up over his shoulder.
“Stop just fucking picking me up whenever you feel like it!” You whacked him on his back as he carried you out into the staff area for you to get your bag.
After fooling around a little more, you went about closing up while Dabi called out obscene lines to you, watching you from under his hoodie.
Once you had completed your tasks, you left, hopping in the car to head home.
Dabi seemed to be in a much better mood, as did you, and his fingers worked quick to try and get inside your pants so he could cop a feel.
You helped him, of course, but pretended like you were trying to stop him from rubbing his rough fingers against your now aching clit.
So by the time Dabi pulled up in the driveway, you were ready to take things further.
He had managed to get his fingers curled up inside you and was rubbing back and forth while you held onto the door handle and the side of the seat with one foot up on the dash.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t just fuck you on the front porch.” He growled as he pulled up into the driveway and turned the car off.
“I’m not giving you any reasons not to,” you panted, accepting his lips and tongue as he leaned across the centre console and tongue kissed you.
You remained in that position for a while, getting wetter and wetter the more his fingers worked you.
Finally, unable to take it anymore, you pushed him back.
“Come on. I need your cock in me. Let’s go inside.”
He pulled his fingers out of you and the two of you scrambled to get out of the car and into the house, fumbling with your things as you rushed to the front door.
The second you were inside, your clothes were removed and you found yourself with hands planted on the stair steps with Dabi behind you, preparing to enter you.
As the tip of his cock entered between your wet pussy lips you arched, moaning as all that anticipation melted away and was replaced by sweet euphoria.
“Fuck, I love this pussy,” Dabi groaned as he sank his hips to yours repeatedly.
As he fucked you slowly on the stairs, blue and red flashing lights suddenly illuminated the foyer walls, flickering across them as the lights outside moved down the road towards your house.
One short, blip!, from the police car outside, heralded their arrival in your driveway, and Dabi stopped his thrusting and pulled out of you when he looked back through the window and saw that the car had stop in the driveway.
“Police?” he asked rhetorically as he pulled his pants up.
You quickly grabbed your pants as well and pulled them on, buttoning your top up hurriedly.
“Why are they here?” you asked him as two police officers hopped out of their car.
You both watched by the window as they approached the darkened house- as neither of you had turned the lights on inside yet.
There was a sharp knock at the door and you looked at Dabi who took the lead and flicked the lights on on the porch, as well as foyer, as he pulled the door open.
“Sir,” he said, looking from one policeman to the other.
Dabi’s experience with the law hadn’t been the best, in the past, so understandably he was a little tense.
“Is this is residence of a miss Y/N L/N?” the first officer asked.
You looked around from behind Dabi.
“Yes?” you asked.
“Miss, do you work at the corner store up the road?” he asked you.
“Yes? I do… why?” you asked suspiciously.
“We received a call that the place was being robbed and a staff member was being assaulted,” the officer said.
“Umm… no? I’m fine. I was closing up tonight and there was no robber and I never got assaulted?”
“I was there. I can verify her story,” Dabi said.
The second officer looked at Dabi and saw the black hoodie he was sporting.
“Just one second, sir,” he said, pulling out his phone to check some details of the alleged robber. “Sir…” he paused then looked up at Dabi. “Did you go behind the counter at any point of your time at the corner store this evening?”