You couldn’t speak.
He placed his hand on your chin and turned you head away firmly, leaving a trail of hickies down your neck.
“Dabi.” You whimpered as he released your chin and ran his hand tantalizingly slow down between your breasts and over your stomach, heading for the rim of jeans.
His experience with women showed and he knew exactly what to do to turn your body to putty at his touch.
“Mmmm?” He hummed against your collarbone, his hand sliding over the button of your jeans and down between your legs.
You let out a small moan as he pressed 2 fingers over your clit.
“How does he know exactly where to press even though it’s over my clothes?!” You thought.
Suddenly he released all pressure and sat back with a satisfied sigh.
“…wha??” You breathed out in confusion, slightly stunned at his sudden retreat, his touch leaving you hot and heavy.
He looked over at you innocently.
“Oh I thought ‘treat ’em mean, keep ’em keen’ was your thing??” He said with a roguish smile.
“I hate you.” You retorted with a scowl.
He laughed heartily at your response.
………………………………….[Next day at school]
“Oi sexy!” Dabi hollered down the hall, hands cupped over his mouth.
You ducked behind someone and pretended you didn’t know him.
“Y/N!” He screamed.
“Ugh! Now everyone knows it’s me.” You thought with a grimace.
“Y/N, the fucking sexy libero! My girlfriend and soon to be wife!” He hollered again.
“Oh my god, Dabi? Seriously?!” You shouted back at him, stepping out from behind the poor perplexed person you had used as a hiding block.
“Ahh! There she is!” Dabi yelled again, his voice penetrating every corner of the hall.
He had the biggest stupid grin on his face and you wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug look off his face.
“How are you, baby?” He asked brightly as you approached him.
“I would be a lot better if you weren’t so freakin’ embarrassing.” You hissed, rolling your eyes with irritation.
“Awww you love it.” He said, grabbing you and pulling you into him, his hands grasping your hips firmly.
You opened your mouth to say something but his lips met yours before any words could come out, tonguing you passionately as he hoisted you up and turned you against his locker, holding you up against the metal doors with his body weight.
You gave a surprised, muffled squeak, initially but his alluring confidence and commanding hands melted you quickly and before long you were ardently returning his kiss.
“Welp! Time for class!” He said, suddenly pulling off you and plopping you back down on the ground. “Byeee, libero.”
For the second time in the last 24 hours you were speechless.
“That’s IT! He cannot do that to me again, I’ll teach him a lesson.” You thought, scowling as you watched his retreating form.
After school you had volleyball practice. He didn’t, so he decided to come and watch you, much to your chagrin.
Trying to make the most of an annoying situation you decided to try your luck at getting revenge on him for his shameless sexual acts that left you wanting more.
Thankfully it was a hot afternoon and the gym was sweltering.
You fanned yourself and pulled your gym uniform top up, taking a hair-tie from your wrist and tying a handful of the top up behind your back, showing off your midriff.
You side glanced up into the stands behind you to where Dabi was watching and to your delight you saw he had taken the bait – more like eye candy – because he had gone from sitting back casually to leaning forward, eyes trained on your body.
With a hidden smirk, you crouched back down again into your starting position, ass out a little more than usual and waited for the starting sound. Although you were paying attention to the game you swore you almost heard him give a small groan of satisfaction from the stands and your hidden smirk turned into a grin.
For the rest of the game you focused on trying to be as provocative as possible, making sure he got some good profiles of your figure.
His eyes never left you and you were very pleased with the outcome of this game you were playing with him.
The volleyball game ended and you followed the rest of the girls to the change room. Trying not to look up into the stands.
He met you at the door once you had gotten back into your school uniform, an interesting expression playing on his face.
“Hey,” he growled, grabbing your arm when you pretended you were going to walk straight past him. “What were you trying to do in there?” He asked, his voice low, almost carnal.
“Hmmm?” You hummed innocently. “Oh you mean my shirt?” You asked, batting your eyelashes. “I was hot… what of it?”
His eyes were alight with desire.
“You can’t do that to me and not give me a taste.” He growled again, leaning in to kiss you.
You put one hand over his mouth and boldly grabbed a handful of his crotch with the other, noticing there was an extremely large, hard, bulge in the center of your palm.
“It’s not nice to tease now is it?” You growled playfully, tilting your head to the side.
“Fuck.” He groaned into the hand that was over his mouth. “Come to my place tonight.” He mumbled into your palm.
“Oh, maybe some other time babe.” You sighed, “I’m tired.” You lied, and with that you turned and walked casually off for home.
Dabi watched you walk off a little before jogging up beside you.
“You know one of these days I’m gonna take you in the equipment shed.” He quipped provocatively. “I’ll have you calling my name till you’re hoarse… oh and you’ll be walking side to side too because, as you have probably felt, I have the girth of horse.”
You quickly slipped your bag off your shoulders and threw it at him. “Don’t say stuff like that!” You squealed in embarrassment.
“Oh, now you’re embarrassed? Yet, back there, you could grab a handful of my dick, no problem.” He gestured sarcastically, making you laugh.
“You’re an asshole, you know that right?” You jested.
“I know… and you love it.” He replied, thoroughly pleased with himself.
You rolled your eyes and let him place his arm around your shoulder. He was fun, even if he was an ass.