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It’s been a pretty long day for the League. There’s blood on the sleeve of your coat from a kill you made earlier, and dust streaking your face and the exposed parts of your arms. You don’t usually do this kind of thing- the kind that involves getting your knees almost broken several times from jumping off high places and hitting the ground running. There’s still adrenalin pumping its way through your veins as you make it back.
By the time you reach the hideout again, its dark. Magne and Twice look around, nod at each other and then at you. It’s okay to enter, you haven’t been followed. The air is heavy with humidity and you can hear the faint hum of cicadas as you walk through the deserted section of town towards the bar in which the League is currently based.
When you enter, Magne announces that she has to go out on some ‘business’- probably clubbing- and Twice gives you a two-finger salute and leaves the room, seeking rest. You don’t need rest. You need to blow off all the steam you’ve collected within you through the course of the day. You settle on a barstool, waiting for a chance and you see one almost immediately. Dabi sits on the couch a few feet away, his eyes travelling up and down your body, taking in the messy hair, the rips in your clothing. He meets your eyes with a smirk.
“Hey, babe,” he says in that low, gravelly voice you’ve come to love. You return his smirk and get off your perch to settle in his lap, straddling his legs and facing him.
Lips meet yours, course and textured, and you lower your head to deepen the kiss, your hands cupping the back of his head, pushing him towards you. His mouth tastes like ash and anticipation as he pushes his pierced tongue past your lips, the metal stud warm and smooth against the inside of your mouth. His hands are in your hair, freeing it of its restraints and tugging at it as it falls against your back.
As the kiss turns more passionate, Dabi’s lips leaving yours to meet the crook of your neck, nibbling at the soft skin underneath your chin, one of his hands snakes down your back to cup your ass. He squeezes, grinning against your skin.
“Wanna play around a little?” he asks. “You look tired, babe. Maybe we could just…” He squeezes your soft flesh harder, making you gasp a little in surprise as he bends down and works at your collarbones with his teeth. His hands begin to slide under the work-friendly baggy t shirt you’re wearing, fingers playing with the edge of your bra.
You pull back. You do not need this. You need to blow off some fucking steam.
You meet his eyes steadily. “You’re going to eat me out,” you tell him.
It’s a statement, one that leaves no room for negotiation, not that Dabi minds. He grins and grinds his hips against yours, his growing erection brushing between your thighs. You try not to show any reaction but he catches your slight gasp.
“We’d better get going, then,” he says, kissing your cheek wetly, his metal staples warm and smooth against your skin.
Wordlessly, you get off his thighs and grab his wrist, leading him to your bedroom where you gesture for him to lie on the bed, kicking your clothes off as he does the same and complies. The air is cool and you’re hyper sensitive, every step you take towards the bed making you crave for his touch more and more. You leave your face carefully blank, though, because the last thing you need is for Dabi to start acting all cocky.
He’s leaning against the headboard, arms crossed and a grin on his face that really couldn’t get more smug. He’s got your number, and it makes you pissed.
“Lie down and put your hands behind your head,” you say, standing over him and looking him directly in the eyes. Their blue is barely visible around his dilated pupils, and you can hear his soft, rapid breathing from where you kneel, one knee on either side of his chest. Yeah, you’re not the only one who’s failing to act cool here.
“Y/N…” he says.
“Yeah?” you ask, not particularly concerned.
One of his hands makes its way between your legs, brushing against the skin on your inner thighs and making you shudder.
“Behind your head ,” you almost growl, gripping the headboard for support as you lower yourself onto his face. You feel a shudder rack his own body as he complies and you smirk, spotting the kink.
“Be good for me, Dabi,” you say as he presses his warm lips against you, feather light at first and then with increasing passion. Just this, the abnormally warm, pierced lips against your core is enough to make you bite back a moan.
In front of you, his hands grip the edge of the bed, knuckles almost white. You glance over your shoulder and see the very obvious tent in his pants. The thought of him being forced to pleasure you while being denied any release himself makes you wetter and you let go of the board with one hand to bury it in Dabi’s hair, tugging violently.
“C’mon,” you say as you feel him whispering nothings against you. “This is what you’re for, isn’t it? Waiting back here just to take whatever I give you?”
Dabi moans in response, and you tug harder on his hair. You hear him breathing rapidly underneath you as he teases your entrance with the stud on his tongue.
And damn, is he good.
He starts off slow, parting your lips, savouring the first wetness he gets to taste, and then without warning deepens the kiss, his piercing brushing pleasantly against your clit. His hands are clenching and unclenching above him and his moans are submissive, almost whiny as he does exactly what you ask him to, completely at your mercy.
He’s tongue-fucking you now, lapping up your juices eagerly as you bite your lips, barely holding back gasps. Every time the piercing rubs against your sweet spot you feel a jolt of electricity through your body, arching your back and pulling at his hair as if it’s the rein of a wild beast that refuses to be tamed.
“Dabi,” you mutter, twisting locks of his hair between your fingers as he tilts his head against the touch. “You look so good like this. You’re so good at this, at carrying out my wishes like a submissive little- oh my god ,” you pant, approaching orgasm. “Yes,” you say, unravelling, becoming incoherent. “Yeah, god, yes, babe …”
Your knees are weak, threatening to give way at any moment and you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure, letting go of Dabi’s hair to grip the headboard once again for support.
Your breathing begins to slow and you lift yourself off him, looking down at the masterpiece you’ve created. The pale skin on Dabi’s cheeks is flushed, his eyes wide and his mouth slick with your cum.
“Y/N,” he says, his voice a few octaves higher than normal. He glances beyond your compact thigh at his erection, rock hard for the past 20 minutes.
You nod, running your hands through his hair.
“You’ve earned it,” you say and he whimpers. You think you may be ready for another round already. Slowly, you slip down his body until your lips are level with his cock, hard and slick with precum. Experimentally, you press a kiss to its underside, more piercings stark against your lips.
“ Fuck ,” he moans. “Babe.”
You take your time, kissing his length, glancing up every now and then to see his head thrown back and his hands trembling with the effort of remaining where they are, away from the action where they so want to be.
Considering for a moment, you lower your head to his hipbone and tug at a staple there with your teeth.
Dabi whimpers and bucks against you. You hold him down. “ What do we say, Dabi? When we want something?” you half-whisper, making your voice low and dangerous, the way he likes it. You tug on the staple again and he lets out a breath, his eyes shut and his legs trembling violently.
“ Please, ” he gasps, answering your tugs. “Please suck me off, Y/N. I need you.”
It’s a show to him too, but you do it for each other, pleasing each other in ways unique to your tastes.
“Good,” you say and he moans again. You think that you’ve never experienced anything as hot as that sound as you finally stretch your mouth around his width, swirling your tongue around it with as much finesse as you can muster in your half-aroused state. It doesn’t take much from you though, you note as you smirk around his cock.
“Y/N,” Dabi manages. “I think I’m… I’m gonna…”
You pull off him just in time for him to spill all over his own stomach and thighs and then sit up to survey the damage. He looks so hot, with every inch of unburnt skin flushed in the afterglow, his eyes hazy and unseeing. He’s completely vulnerable and you feel thrilled, because you’re the one this arrogant asshole has chosen to bare his belly to.
He recovers fairly quickly, gazing up at you with his intense blue eyes, smiling faintly.
“Up for another round?” he asks.
“Of course,” you grin.