Cheating, house husband! dabi, mutual cheating, compress being a flirt.
Wc: 614 words
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House Husband! Dabi who’s the definition of toxic. He’s a pretty trophy husband.
House Husband! Dabiwho gets upset when his pretty little partner doesn’t cook and clean up after coming home from work like he expects. You just worked a long day and now coming home to a mess.
Dishes in the sink, laundry piling up by the washing machine. A burned out wick from the candle that was lit last night, wax all melted onto the coffee table. That was going to have to be scraped off-
“Dabi?”
Lewd noises were coming from the bedroom, platform boots tossed aside from your husband, bed creaking from whatever movement was on top of the old box spring and mattress. He was doing something again-
“Dabi?” You tried again, calling out the name of the man that you married. It wasn’t a nice life, god it wasn’t easy either, but at least there was someone that you could share a bed with. Even if you had to take control of the household chores.. and handling your job.
“What the hell do you want, doll? Why aren’t those done?” His gruff voice speaks up as he walks into the rancid apartment. “I’m busy right now, go get your shit done.” The box spring squeaking with every movement that he makes, pornographic moans coming from whatever girl he picked up from off the streets. This was just to be expected by now, he was just a pretty trophy husband, if that.
..There wasn’t much else to say when it came down to Dabi.
But maybe something fair would make things better. The door shutting behind you as the moans become silenced once more, Dabi’s unenthusiastic grunts leaving him. Maybe finding some random guy to fuck would make you feel better…
“What is a lovely face like yours doing looking so solemn, darling?” A man spoke up, adorned in an oddly fitted suit. A white mask covering his face completely. “Someone as lovely as you does not deserve to frown, darling. Perhaps I might be of assistance to help give a performance if that would bring your mood back up?”
You glanced at the man, swallowing thinly before looking around. No one else was one the street… Wasn’t this the same guy that Dabi worked with? What was his name?..
“I- I’m sorry… who are you?”
“Oh- my apologies, my dear. I go by the name of Compress, but you may call me Atsuhiro.” The masked man spoke, offering a gloved hand. “Perhaps I can provide some company for the night, it is a shame that you are alone.”
…were you alone?
Dabi was at home.. but it wasn’t you in that bed. Sure- hell, anytime you did share a bed with him it ended in something amazing but- it wasn’t fair, was it? To work and come back… back to your husband. Back to him fucking someone else…
Maybe it was time to get a little revenge against him.
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You didn’t know how it got to this-
Finding refuge in his arms, your steps matching his as his arms wrap around your waist. Passing breaths escaping as you break away from his lips for a small moment before chasing after him again. Mask pulled up from his face, the stupid black cover curling around your fingers as you desperately tugged it up to see the man’s face.
“Please.”
Atsuhiro lifted an eyebrow, a soft chuckle leaving him as he helps lift the covering away from his face before looking at you, lifting you up into his arms.
“Don’t worry, darling, I promise to take care of you properly. Just how you deserve to be treated, mi amor.”