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Alien Queen: / come c a show with me and Jirou 2nite?
Me: /uuuugh is it one of those stupid loud ones I swore never to go to again?
Alien Queen: / ……
Me: / It fucking is isn’t it?
Alien Queen: / ‘ pleading face emoji’
Me: / uuuuugh fiiine, but you’re paying for drinks
Alien Queen: / YES! U R gonna have so much fun, pwomise
Denki groaned, throwing his head back against the softness of his beanbag chair, he regretted agreeing to go already, but he did love Mina, and he hadn’t really done anything fun since Monoma, well…. Expect Dabi, that was definitely fun. He dragged himself from the beanbag, if he was gonna go out, he was gonna look damn fine doing it, even if he stood out like a sore thumb in his pastel colours in a sea of blacks. Denki padded into his bedroom, his new apartment was quite small, very empty, but at least he wasn’t still sleeping on Sero’s couch. He pulled open his closet, looking for the tiny pair of lavender shorts he had bought with Mina last week, his butt hung out a bit, but he liked the way people stared at the glimpse of skin. Denki kept digging until he found the bright gold sequined crop top he loved, Jirou called it a crime against fashion, but Denki wore it anyway. He jumped in the shower quickly, wanting to shave and wash his hair first, moaning a little at the scent of his vanilla body wash. Denki’s fingers creeped down his body as he washed up, tickling at the trimmed pubes while he debated getting off. ‘Nah, I’ll probably want to blow off some steam after tonight.’ He decided against it, knowing he would need the tension release after a night of loud, screaming music that he just knew Mina was dragging him to.
Denki stepped out of the shower, steam billowing around him, leaving his body comfortably warm even after losing the hot spray of water. He wrapped a towel around his chest, Jirou’s laughter coming to his mind as he thought of the time she caught him out of the shower, teasing him about wanting to hide his delicate nipples. He grabbed the scented oil for his hair off the counter, running it through the ends of his hair before blow drying it, he took pride in his appearance, and couldn't afford split ends. After the noise of harsh air cut off Denki scrolled through his Sp/otify, looking for his favourite playlist, shaking his hips as the funky synthetic beats of D/ua L/ipa filtered into the bathroom. Using the back of his hand, Denki tried to wipe away some of the fog from the mirror so he could do his skin care routine, pushing his black lacy kitten ear headband into his hair, pushing it out of his face. He sang along to the song as he washed his face, fanning himself with his fingers before spraying his toner, repeating the action before mixing his moisturiser with his green primer, fuck his red skin, it had no place here tonight! Denki paused to skip a song before continuing his makeup, a light foundation, enough to cover his redness, but not so much his freckles completely disappeared. He contemplated his colour options for tonight, debating between vibrant golds like his top or soft purple like the shorts, before settling on a combination of the both, fuck it, he wanted both! Denki carefully drew on his winged eyeliner, humming to himself quietly before deciding to draw a little lightning bolt on his cheek too, if you're gonna have a signature look, may as well go all in. After applying mascara and a shit tonne of highlight, Denki spritzed his face in setting spray and chose a pink lipgloss to finish the look. He removed his head band, using a little volumising powder to fluff up his usually flat hair, not that it mattered, it would fall down in an hour or so anyway.
Denki quickly pulled on his outfit, eyeing the time, Mina said to be ready at 7, and it was getting uncomfortably close. Denki went to leave the bathroom before he noticed his little black ribbon kitten bell choker, grabbing it quickly, he needed to accessorise, duh. Denki bounced into his room, grabbing his favourite pair of strappy heels and quickly rubbing his vanilla scented lotion into his legs. Jirou gave him shit all the time for being more 'girly' then she was, but he knew secretly she admired his complete lack of care for gendered clothing, he liked to dress how he liked, sue him. Denki heard Mina's key in the front door, her voice calling down the hallway to him. "Oi bitch! You ready? Jirou's waiting in the car!" Denki rolled his eyes before walking out of his room, grabbing his keys and wallet, hands on his hips as he stuck out his tongue at his best friend. "Calm down slut, I'm right here!" Mina squealed at his outfit, coming over to plant a big kiss on his cheek. "Damn I missed this Denki! Fucking Monoma and his ' you should only dress like that for me' attitude, you're so much better off without him!" Denki chuckled, she was right, and he knew it, but it still hurts a little to know how much his friends hated his ex, they were together for three years after all. He just hips checked Mina, flipping her off before darting out the door, locking up behind them both while Mina talked excitedly about the hot guitarist in the band they were seeing tonight.
Jirou nodded at Denki as he climbed into the car, turning the radio down a little so Mina could continue her tirade about whether the aforementioned hot guitarist was a lesbian or not. “Like it matters, you’re all talk anyway.” Mina glared at Jirou, her hand flinging to her chest dramatically. “How dare you! I have game.” Jirou snorted, sharing a glance in the mirror with Denki, rolling her eyes. “Yeah sure, you have game and I am not a raging lesbian to Momo.” Mina huffed, slumping in her seat with her arms crossed. “At least I am not afraid to tell the girl I like that I have been in love with her since the eighth grade.” Denki cackled while Jirou shrugged, “Touche. Still, you haven’t got game babe.” Mina mumbled under her breath about how she could have game if she wanted to, while Denki looked out the window, watching the sun set over their city. He sighed, dreaming of bright blue eyes and a sinful mouth. He had Dabi’s number, but had been too shy to call him, deciding it was better to leave it at a one time thing, no matter how great that thing had been.
The trio tumbled out of the car, the sounds of loud guitars and drums already spilling from the club as they approached. Denki hated going to these shows, but he loved his two friends, so he couldn’t say no. The guy at the door checked their Id’s, stamping their hands for entry before letting them in. Denki grimaced as the music got louder, shouting over the sounds to Mina. “You promised me drinks!” Mina laughed, though the sound was lost to the room, gesturing for Denki to follow her to the bar, where it was thankfully a little quieter, but not much. Jirou had gone off to find a spot in the crowd, leaving the two alone to wait for their drinks. “So, did you text that guy yet?” Denki groaned, “God Mina, you know I won’t.” Mina frowned, “Why not? He is hot as hell! And you said he blew your fucking mind!” Denki sighed, thanking the bartender as they grabbed their drinks, “It just wouldn’t work Mina, leave it alone.” Mina shrugged, sipping from her own drink as they went to find Jirou in the crowd. Denki’s shoulders tensed as they approached, an all too familiar shock of blond hair standing beside Jirou, Neito. Denki stopped, grabbing Mina’s arm, gesturing to wear a very put out looking Jirou was being forced to talk to Denki’s ex, gesturing that he was gonna go elsewhere, Mina smiling at him sadly, but nodding.
It had been almost two months, but Denki was still not ready to open that wound again, and honestly he really wished he never would have to. ‘What is he even doing here? He hates clubs!’ Denki was lost in his thoughts, not paying attention to where he was going when he ran into someone, spilling his drink on his hands. “Shit! I’m sorry!” Denki shouted above the music, shaking the liquid from his hand before looking up, eyes widening as they took in who he had run into. Blue eyes looked back at Denki, a gut wrenching smirk stretched across an unfairly attractive face…. Dabi. A hand snuck out to grab Denki around the waist, pulling the shorter man against his body, before leaving down to talk into his ear. “Kitten, I was so offended you never called me. Decided I wasn’t worth it?” Denki blushed, mind immediately recalling how Dabi had pressed his body into the chair as he sucked his soul from his body. He pressed onto tiptoes to reach Dabi’s own ear, the tall man bent down to meet him. “Why? Couldn’t get me out of your head?” Denki quirked an eyebrow teasingly at Dabi, enjoying the dark thrill that ran through blue eyes, squeaking a little as the hand on his hip tightened, Dabi coming to growl into Denki’s ear. “As if I could ever forget.” Denki smiled up at Dabi, taking a sip from his drink as he looked into mesmerising eyes.
Their reverie was broken by a harsh jab of a finger into Denki’s shoulder. “I always knew you were easy.” Denki felt chills run through his body before he even turned, dreading confirming his worst fear. Dabi looked up with a murderous gaze as Denki turned, yep, fucking Neito. Before Denki could speak, Dabi was moving towards his ex. “Ah the arsehole ex I presume.” He paused to look Monoma up and down, “Can’t say I am very impressed, Denki definitely is better off.” Monoma’s face flashed with fury, his massive ego not taking the insult lightly, but he clenched his fists, smart enough to realise he didn’t stand a chance against a guy of Dabi’s size. “Enjoy my filthy fucking seconds,” he spat before storming away through the crowd. Denki’s shoulders loosened, tension he didn’t even realise he had been holding melting away as Dabi breathed on his ear. “You okay Kitten?” Denki gathered himself before turning to Dabi with a smile. “Yeah, thank you.” Dabi smiled, pushing a strand of Denki’s hair beyond his ear, “Did I earn myself a dance?” Denki chuckled, nodding as Dabi dragged him closer to the stage, where the two started dancing to the loud punk song the band was playing.
It was strange really, how at ease Denki felt in Dabi’s presence, despite not knowing each other for long, Denki felt like he could rule the world with Dabi by his side, it was thrilling. Their bodies moved in sync as they danced, Dabi pulling Denki closer by his hips so they were practically grinding as they danced. Dabi spun Denki around, so he faced the stage, his back flush against Dabi’s front. Dabi’s fingers trailed down his hips with one hand, the other moving hair behind his ear so he could be heard as he leaned down. “You look so good tonight Kitten, more panties tonight?” Denki flushed at Dabi’s words, remembering the balck ones he had worn last time they saw each other. He leaned his head back to talk into Dabi’s ear. “Why don’t you find out?” Dabi smirked, biting Denki’s ear as his fingers dipped into the front of Denki’s shorts. “Naughty little kitten.” Denki was grateful for the loudness of the band, a moan spilling from his lips as Dabi’s hot fingers played with his already hardening cock. Dabi grinded against Denki’s ass, sending chills up Denki’s spine as he felt that familiar erection pressing between his cheeks. Dabi nudged Denki’s head with his own, guiding him to find Neito watching them from across the club, face screwed up in ugly jealousy. “Want to give him a show?” Denki nodded, gasping as Dabi’s deft fingers dipped lower, fondling Denki’s balls as well as he could in his tight shorts, then pulling Denki’s face to meet his own in a messy kiss. Denki moaned into Dabi’s mouth, his hips moving against Dabi’s as he continued to tease his leaking erection and balls. Denki sneaked a glance over at Neito, shuddering as he saw how red faced his ex was, body shaking as he felt his release already approaching. Dabi pulled his hands from his shorts, bringing his wet fingers to Denki’s lips, who’s mouth fell open to welcome the sticky mess, eyes locked with Neito’s across the room as he suckled his own mess from them, gagging slightly as Dabi thrust them against his tongue.
“Look how jealous he is, kitten, bet he never made you feel this way.” Denki moaned, leaning back against Dabi’s body as the taller man mouthed across his neck, sucking bruises against the skin, before soothing them with his pierced tongue. “Wanna meet me in the alley?” Denki flushed, knowing what agreeing would mean, but he desperately wanted to. He turned, pushing up onto his toes, arms flung around Dabi’s neck as he kissed him. “Let me just go tell me friends.” Dabi nodded before making his way through the crowd, leaving Denki to try and find Mina and Jirou. He started pushing through the crowd when he felt a hand grip his forearm harder than necessary. “Where the fuck are you going you filthy bitch?” Denki yanked his arm free, his short time with Dabi filling him with courage. “It’s none of your business Neito, we broke up, remember.” Denki accentuating each syllable of the last word before turning to leave a shocked Monoma alone in the club. He smiled as he saw Jirou and Mina dancing wildly, letting himself get caught up in their wild movements momentarily. “Dabi is here!” Mina squealed, clapping her hands. “Why are you with us then? I saw Neito, go get fucked by the hot tattoo artist, show Neito who's boss.” Denki laughed, wiggling his eyebrows at his pink haired friend. “That’s the plan, I just wanted to let you know we are ducking out so you didn’t panic.” Jirou raised a knowing eyebrow at Denki, “Alleyway? Nice.” She fist bumped Denki before turning back to the music. Mina winked at Denki, shooing him away, “Go screw your filthy brains out you animal.” She cackled as Denki walked away.
Denki shivered as he exited the building, it had gotten a little colder while they had been inside. He walked around the corner, smiling when he saw Dabi leant against the bricks smoking, the alley otherwise dark and empty. He pushed off the wall when he saw Denki, “Thought you might have skipped out, kitten.” His hand was heavy on Denki’s hip, who blushed as he looked up at the dark eyes of his soon to be lover. “Never,” he whispered before leaning up to capture Dabi’s lips with his own, moaning as he felt Dabi’s hands gripped under his ass, lifting the small blond off the ground, Denki’s legs wrapping around his waist. “Let me show you a good time, kitten.” Denki moaned, nodding his head as Dabi placed him back on the ground, moving him so Denki’s chest was pressed against the bricks, his ass against Dabi’s front. Dabi’s fingers snuck around to undo Denki’s shorts, pushing the fabric of both his panties and shorts down his hips, exposing Denki to the cold air. His leaking cock wasn’t deterred by the chill, the erect shaft bobbing as it leaked pre onto the filthy ground. ‘God this is so trashy.’ All thoughts of backing out left his mind as he felt Dabi’s slick fingers pressing against his hole though, a moan filling the air as two slipped past the ring of muscles, sliding in to press against that perfect spot without hesitation. Dabi leaned against Denki’s back, mouthing at his ear as he slowly spread Denki open. “Just as perfect as I remembered kitten.” Denki moaned, a shudder running down his back as he felt desperation seeping into his bones. Denki moved one hand from the wall to grab Dabi’s black hair, “Please Daddy, I can’t wait.” Dabi growled as he spun Denki around, lifting him from the ground again, balancing him with one hand, the other guiding his own cock to Denki’s waiting hole.
“As you wish, kitten.” Denki practically screamed with pleasure as he felt Dabi’s cock head slip inside, eyes crossing with pleasure as Dabi shushed him. “Quite little one, we don’t want to get caught, unless you like when people watch.” Denki didn’t know that is what he liked until he felt more pre running down his shaft, painting his balls with arousal. “More Daddy.” Dabi growled again, pressing deeper into Denki, whose eyes widened as he felt something foreign entering him with the wideness of Dabi’s own cock. Dabi smirked, noting what Denki must be feeling, “You like that kitten?” Denki nodded, swallowing around his dry mouth, “How many?” Dabi grinned, dropping Denki further on his dick, “Six, but I reckon we will only go four deep tonight, I want to be fucking you into a matress when we finally get all six bars inside.” Denki shuddered at the thought, he should have known Dabi would have a pierced cock, but the promise of being pounded deep into a mattress, working up to fit all six inside his tiny frame was irresistible. Dabi set a steady space, bounding Denki on his cock with one hand under his thigh, the other spreading his cheeks. Denki felt the pleasure washing over him, knowing he wouldn’t last long like this, his moans echoing off the walls.
Dabi sped up, noting the way Denki was tightening, approaching the edge. He pressed further into Denki’s chest, panting against the blond’s ear. “I think we gained an audience.” Sure enough as Denki forced his eyes open, he saw a shadow standing at the entrance of the alley watching, a passing car lighting up a familiar head of blond hair. “Let him watch, show him how a real man fucks Daddy.” Dabi grinned ferally, both hands moving to grip Denki’s hips, hard enough to leave bruises as he absolutely drilled into Denki’s balls swinging to slap against Denki’s arse so hard the sound echoed down the alley, surely reaching the ears of their peeping tom. Denki moaned, head thrown back. “Yes! Yes god yes Daddy there, so close ah-” Denki’s words stopped as he let out a high pitched whine, muscles clenching around Dabi’s cock as he shot cum against his own stomach. He continued whining, words failing him as Dabi chased his own release, a feral growl tearing from Dabi’s throat as he spilt inside Denki’s warmth, head resting against Denki’s chest as he caught his breath.
They stayed that way for a minute, until Denki’s legs started to tremble from the effort of being spread around Dabi’s muscular frame. Dabi kissed him as he gently lowered Denki to the ground again, pulling out as he did, letting the hot cum dribble from Denki’s abused hole. “You okay love?” Denki nodded, head still in a daze ass he recovered from the pleasure his body had just gone through. Dabi bent down to grab Denki’s shorts, dusting them off as he handed them back to Denki, who muttered a weak thanks as he pulled them back on. Once Denki was dressed again Dabi ran a hand through blond locks, eyes watching Denki carefully to see if he was ok. “Want me to take you home, kitten?” Denki nodded, his legs were far too weak to go back inside and dance. “Yeah, I'll text Mina and let her know.” Dabi nodded, looking over his shoulder before turning back. “Looks like our little pervert has run off.” Denki laughed, leaning against Dabi as they left the dark alley, “Probably got scared by how a real man fucks.”