" V.I.P Access.. " (Dabi x Reader Oneshot) (NSFW)

"𝒱.𝐼.𝒫 𝒜𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈.."

The music was loud. The bass from each song making the glass, neon lit dance floor vibrate. You weren't really the most social person, you sat at the edge of the dance floor at a round little table alone. You rolled around your eyes at the sight of couples practically grinding on each other to the beat of each slow song. "Tch.. Disgusting. How would anyone be into that?" You mutter to yourself, the sound of your own voice almost completely drowned out by the music as you took a slow sip of your vodka infused drink. As you're about to take another sip, the rim of your glass resting on the bridge of your nose, your eyes meet with a mysterious but interesting man across the dance floor. His bright, almost neon colored blue eyes traced you from up to down. Being so far away, yet feeling so close. You put your glass down and look away not paying much attention to it. A chill was sent down your spine as you take another look at him, his eyes still directly at you. "Is he seriously still staring.." The club was crowded, the thought of him even just looking at you made you feel something. You see him lip the words "Come here..". Your eyes widen as butterflies begin to flutter around in your gut. His fangs peaking through each word. Sweat trickled down your temple. You started shuffling around in your seat anxiously. He sticks up one finger and extends it back and forth telling you to come closer. "H-He's probably just drunk.." You cross your legs and look away, your face flushed with red. You feel a warm presence in front of you, you jerk your head to the front. There he was, the tall, dark haired man with piercing blue eyes stood. His entire appearance was now revealed with the different hues of reds and purples of the club lighting. He had a black, collared dress shirt on as well as black ripped jeans and a chain that dangled on the side of his pants. He had skin graphs stapled on the larger parts of his skin like his arms, his face and his chest. That didn't bother you though as you were captivated by his shirt being unbuttoned to about the third button, exposing his sharp and chiseled collar bone. "I figured you wouldn't come to me, so I came to you. However by your flushed look.." He leaned in closer, his deep raspy but soothing voice filling your ears. "Me coming over here wasn't the only thing that came, huh?" He traced his eyes down to up. You covered your face quickly and looked away, your heart beating a mile a minute. "You dance?" "I-I.. No, I don't.." "No worries, I'll be the one leading you where I want you to go anyway." His face still close to you. You begin to breathe heavily and lean back slowly. >> Is he crazy?! << You thought to yourself. Before you knew it, you two were making your way to the semi-full dance floor. "W-what are you doing!?" You nervously shouted but never made any attempt to escape his grasp. He leaned forward to your ear and whispered, "Let me do all the work." Your heart dropped, a droplet of sweat falling from your cheek to the floor. He pulled you closer to him by your waist, his knee resting in between your shaky legs. You felt one of his hands trailing down your back, to your lower back and finally resting on your ass. You gulped and let out a somewhat loud, heavy breath. Your bodies were touching each other, your noses inches away. His other hand rested on your head, his fingers through your hair on the back on your head. You rested your arms on his shoulders. "I've got you baby~" He whispers in a low, deep tone. You two began to sway to the music. Each sway you two just got closer. After a minute or two of deep swaying, and your bodies being pressed against each other he whispers something else. "Turn around for me.." Your eyes widen and you stutter. "W-What?? What do you m-" As you slowly make your way to turn around, he swings you around before you could turn yourself. His hand rested on the back of your neck, his other hand lowering your back slowly. "Trust me." The devilish handsome man said. He placed his hand on your hips and began to swing slowly left and right hitting every beat of the songs that echoed throughout the club. He pulled your waist closer, your ass now grinding against the bulge of his jeans. You let a smile appear on your face, you slowly but surely get into the vibe of the music and begin to grind against him on your own without his control. He let out a cocky but lovable laugh and muttered the word "Fuck..~" You begin to feel the bulge in his pants slowly rising. Your eyes widen again and you hold your mouth. >> H-He wasn't already turned on..?! << You thought to yourself. Before you knew it you could feel him lifting your back up and standing you straight. You turn around confused but his glare was strong, sending butterflies through you. He grabbed your hand and you two walked off the floor. "Where are we going??" No response. "I don't even know your name!" You shouted, hoping to get a response. "Dabi, but that won't matter after I'm done with you." You gulped deeply. You two walked to the V.I.P area of the club. A red lit sign held above the curtain with bright letters.  You turn over and see Dabi slipping something into the bouncer's chest pocket, the bouncer opened up the curtain letting you and Dabi in. You look around to see a somewhat small, red lit room. Velvet couches filled the corners of each room, a small empty bar on the opposite side. Before you could examine any thing else, Dabi began to unbutton his dress shirt, he dropped it onto the marble flooring and sat on the velvet couch. "Why don't you do a little dance for me?" You snarled at his response. "Oh so what I'm a whore to you now?" "Only if you want to be." He responded with a smirk wiped across his face. You drop your shirt and slowly walk to him, his legs open and his arms resting on each side of the top of the couch. You slowly sit on his lap, arching your back a bit. His smirk, still on his face, angered you. >> He thinks I'm one of those groupies doesn't he!? Tch, this guy pisses me off.<< You rest your arms on his shoulders. You lean in and begin to kiss him. Each kiss getting more and more passionate. He takes his arms off the couch and rest them wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. You slowly begin to bob up and down, teasing him, grinding against his hard bulge. You feel his grip getting tighter. >>Oh he's pissed.. Ha, alright I can get used to this.<< You run your fingers through his fluffy, ashy black hair. You two swirled your tongues around one another's. Exchanging saliva. You brush your chest against his. You stop heavily making out and take your tongue out of his mouth, a trail of saliva on both ends of your tongues. He leans in and bites your lower lip, the same cocky grin appearing on his face. His fangs peaking out ever so slightly. You pull away and begin to kiss his neck, leaving love bites here and there. Slowly, but surely, you kiss his chest, then down to his perfectly carved abs. You make a trail of hickeys stopping at about his v line. Before you could unbutton his pants, you take a glance at him. He stares deeply into your eyes. "Do it then, I dare you.." You laugh and continue to unbutton his jeans. You lower his Calvin Klein boxers, reaching out your hand and stroking his dick through his boxers. Teasing him in just the right ways. You look up with that same cocky grin he's had on his face, except his head is tilted back, his eyes looking down at you. His expression, bothered and heated. You continue to stroke him softly just when he places his hand on your head, through your hair and tilts it down at his crotch. "I dare you." He repeats, his tone now deep and serious. Your grin drops and you begin to reach for his hard, throbbing dick. You slowly take it out and lick from the base to the tip before placing it into your mouth. He swings his head further back and lets out a heavy breath. Finally, tired of teasing, you give in and put it into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his dick, you begin to passionately move your head back and forth. His tip poking the back of your throat. You breath heavily attempting not to gag, just when he lets out a deep moan, pushing your head further onto his cock. You gag as the tip is now pushed far into your throat. "I'm going to cum.." You look up and slightly smile. Now putting both hands into stroking his dick up and down and picking up the speed in swirling your tongue around on it. His grip on your head gets tighter, Dabi began to get restless and slightly shuffle in his seat. "I-I said I'm coming..!" He raised his voice, deep moans escaping after every word. "W-Why aren't you s-stoppin- Ahh.. Baby~.." You pick up the speed, pushing his cock even further down your throat, gagging with each push. "B-Baby.. Baby!! Oh fuck.. Oh god~" Just as you're about you push down again, you feel your throat being filled with warm liquid, his milk trailing out of the corners of your mouth. You take his cock out of your mouth and lick your lips. You look up to see him sweating, breathing heavily with his hand over his mouth. "Not even looking at the picture you painted huh?" You say sarcastically. He doesn't respond. You lose your patience and lick the dripping cum from the base and slowly making your way to the tip. "H-Hey don't you- That part's still- Hey! I-It's sensit-" You grin and immediately lap up the milk painted all over the tip. "A-Ahh! Ohhh baby..~" You sit back and stare at him, licking your lips. He takes a deep breath and stands up, you give him a confused glare just as he picks you up and gently places you down on the black velvet couch. He leans in and whispers softly, but deeply, sending chills down your spine. "I want you to scream my name." You breathe deeply and wrap your legs around his waist. You two go round after round, each round getting more and more intense, exchanging saliva, sweat dripping onto each other's bodies. Sweet moans bounced off the walls of the V.I.P room. The night was young, and the lights grew dim. This was only the beginning.