Night of the graduation and you were getting ready when Dabi sent you a message.
“Ready yet?” he texted.
“Do I look ready to you?” you sent back, sending him a pic of you in your underwear with your tongue out and eyes crossed- looking like the adorable dork you are.
“Yep,” he replied with the smirk face emoji, “ready for me to eat.”
“You are literally such a horn dog,” you sent back with the yawning emoji.
“Yeah? And what of it. I can’t get enough of you, atleast you know I’ll never get bored.”
“That’s true,” you texted back, “how about you, are you ready?”
He sent a picture in reply and your jaw hit the floor. He was in a suit and your braim screamed at your pussy to look.
“Holy FUCK, you look hot in a suit, Dabi!”
“How about later tonight you ride my dick while I wear the suit? We can hide in the bathroom at Kuroo’s house while they’re outside in the pool,” he sent with another smirk face.
“Only if you bend me over the sink and bang me like drum,” you texted back, feeling an erotic ache between your thighs at seeing him dressed up.
“Done deal, what will you be wearing?” he asked.
“Well, I don’t usually do dresses but I’m gonna go with one for tonight… for easy access’ sake,” you send back, “would it be too bold to not wear underwear?”
“If you’re not wearing anything underneath I’m gonna lose my shit. That’s so fucking hot.”
You grinned from ear to ear and quickly slipped your dress on, yanking your underwear off and hiking the skirt up a bit so that you could take a picture to show him would you’d look like- bare pussy on show for him.
“Well you won’t be able to touch me till we’re alone,” you sent back- complete with the picture of you with nothing on underneath.
“I hate you so fucking much, you know that?” he sent back, making you laugh out loud at the very obvious sexual frustration radiating from the text.
“Hmmmm, do you though?” you sent back teasingly, attaching another picture showing your bare ass under the dress.
“I’m gonna bite that juicy cake and rake my fingers down the inside of your thighs as my tongue—,”
The message was sent prematurely and that’s where the message stopped, making you laugh even harder as you saw the three dots aggressively pop up again.
“Ducking pressed send before I was ready, god damn it,” he sent, dots popping up again as soon as that message came through, “*fucking,” he added.
You hollered, thoroughly enjoying how worked up he was getting, “what’s wrong, Dabi, can’t text any more? Is it all too much for you?” you teased.
Next message to come from him was a picture of his very erect cock poking out through the zipper of his suit pants, curved upward and rock hard, making you moan as you looked at it.
“Want,” you sent back.
“Come get it,” he replied with a smirk emoji.
“See you soon,” you replied, dropping your phone onto the bed so you could continue getting ready.
Dabi met you at the doors of the graduation hall and gave you a very intense look.
“Still got nothing on underneath?” he uttered in a raspy low voice as he reached out and pulled your body against his, one hand on your ass.
His fingers flexed into the fabric of your dress, indenting into your ass cheek and he knew immediately that you were still naked underneath.
“Fuck,” he breathed, turning his head away as he bit into his pierced lower lip.
“What’s the matter, Dabi?”you teased, knowing full well why he was acting up, “can’t handle this?” you added as you wiggled yourself against his side.
“Shit,” he growled lowly with frustration, “how am I supposed to get through this fucking grad when you’ve got me wanting to just rip your dress off and devour you right where we stand.”
“Oh god,” you gasped, pushing off him and creating some distance, “I didn’t know you were at that level of horny! I’ve only just gotten here.”
“That’s what you do to me,” he growled, trying to grab your wrist to pull you into himself again.
“No,” you chuckled, smacking his hand away, “you’ll just have to suffer until the after party tonight.”
He let out another low frustrated growl and you chuckled as people starting to approach the door that you two were standing at.
“Let’s go. You have to sit with your class,” you said, grabbing his torso then turning him around and pushing him inside the building.
“Will you be sitting where I can see you?” he leered over his shoulder.
“Maybe?” you replied cheekily, “yes, of course I’l be within sight, ding bat, I want to drive you as crazy as possible.”
As you got inside the ushers pointed Dabi to his class area and you were split off to sit in the visitors section which just so happened to be adjacent to where Dabi was sitting.
You found somewhere near the front of the seated area and sat down, in full view of Dabi.
He rolled his eyes with sexual frustration as you adjusted your dress and lifted one leg over the other, the hem falling up a bit to show off your thigh.
Torturing him was so much fun.
To others it looked like you were just showing off your leg, but to him- he was being driving to the brink of insanity because he knew for a fact that you were naked underneath and that’s exactly where he wanted to be- buried face first between those thighs.
Lowering your head seductively you batted your eyelashes at him, placing the tip of your index finger between your teeth and biting down on it suggestively as he watched on.
Just then the attendant arrived and handed you an program sheet and you thanked him then looked back at Dabi and down to the paper, opening it and pretending to read it like he didn’t exist.
“Who’d have thought I’d be having this much fun?” you squealed internally with excitement as you maintained your calm exterior.
The program started and Dabi didn’t even bother to look to the front of the hall, his whole attention was on you and he wanted you to know it.
“If he eye fucked me any harder I’d cum right here,” you thought as you glanced at his very lust filled face.
You smirked and winked at him, switching your legs to show off your other thigh.
“I’m going to get absolutely obliterated later on. Oh my god, the look on his face!”
The program continued on and you could see Dabi getting more and more restless, fidgeting and adjusting himself through his pants as his desire for you grew.