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You’re talking with a group of your friends on campus when you notice one of your classmates walking by you. You immediately recognize who it is. He always manages to catch your eye during lectures, leading you to daydream when you should be taking notes. He had dark black hair with red, grown out roots. Tattoos littered his arms and part of his neck. He had almost every piercing imaginable but would wear some more than others. As you studied him, you realized he frequented a lip ring, nose studs, and an array of ear piercings. You’ve also heard about him having a tongue piercing but, since he barely talks in class besides attendance and being called on, you never got to confirm that.
Every once and a while you mutter a ‘hi’ or a compliment towards him. Everything you know about him is from others. You’d heard about how he’s some criminal, apparently an underground tattoo artist, an estranged nepo baby, genius, idiot, and the one you’re most curious about, he’s good with his tongue. At some point, the lines started to blur between the rumors and reality so you stopped asking. You’d only recently learned his name when the teacher’s assistant had to take attendance. Well, you don’t know his actual name. The TA muttered something with a T before he butted in and said that he prefers Dabi. Because of this, his nickname amongst your friends has become T.
You decide to finally talk to him, walking up to him as he walks past. He looks up slightly from his phone before taking off his headphones.
“What?” he says. His tone seems more confused than rude. You can tell he has his guard up, though.
“Uh, hi! Uhm, your name is Dabi, right? We have psychology together. You sit in front of me.” He looks as if he’s thinking and mutters something that sounds like your name.
“Oh yeah, you. What do you want?” You go silent for a moment trying to think of what to say, realizing you didn’t have a plan when walking over here.
“Oh! Are you coming to Keigo’s party tonight? He’s having it at this penthouse half an hour away from campus. It’s to celebrate the end of finals.”
You notice he rolls his eyes at the sound of Keigo’s name, and you can’t imagine why. Keigo has been your best friend since your very first year of college. He was the extrovert to your introvert. He was popular among all your peers. You can admit he can get cocky sometimes but you didn’t think anyone truly disliked him.
“Why would I? ‘Sounds like a waste of time.”
“Do you not like parties?”
“Yeah. That’s what I don’t like.”
“It’ll be fun! Here,” you hand him your phone, “give me your number and I’ll text you the address. Then you can decide to come if you want to!”
“Fuck, why not. No promises I’ll show up, doll.” He quickly types in his number and hands your phone back to you.
“See you there!”
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You and Keigo sit in your dorm. He rambles on about his classes whilst he works on his eyeliner on your floor, sitting at the bottom of the full-body mirror hung from your closet door. You sit on your bed typing away on an essay as your mind drifts to an earlier conversation.
“Hey, K?”
“‘Sup?” He asks, concentrating on his wing.
“Do you happen to know T- I mean Dabi?” Keigo stops his movements, stunned at the name almost. Then he giggles slightly before continuing.
“Yeah I…I know him.”
“What with the smirk? And giggle? Continue please…”
“It’s nothing really. We may or may not have had a fling senior year of high school…and freshman year of college…and sophomore year.”
“3 years doesn’t sound like nothing.”
“Yeah but we were never officially dating. We kinda just did our own thing. Hooked up and hung out sometimes…then one day he just stopped replying to my texts. And we kinda just grew apart.”
This shouldn’t come as a surprise for you. Keigo had a reputation on campus for being…flirty to say the least. He carried the nickname ‘Hawks’ wherever he went. You originally thought it had something to do with his impressively sharp liner or the wing tattoo on his back. Mirko later informed you it was due to his ‘seductive’ nature, the name coming from some model. You’re still not sure if she was joking. To be frank, Keigo was rather attractive. You had definitely thought about pursuing him once or twice or a few times during your friendship, but you never acted on it. You hadn’t had that thought in a few months until now.
“What makes you mention him anyway?”
“I may have, accidentally on purpose, invited him to the party.”
He stops again, this time not continuing. He turns to look at you and your eyes dip back to your computer screen.
“Bitch, you better be joking.”
“Okay but hear me out. I may or may not have a tiny minuscule baby little crush on him-”
“WHAT??”
“Keep your voice down. I don’t know if Rumi’s back yet. He’s in my psych class and he’s- I mean have you seen his eyes? And his piercings, oh god, his piercings!”
“Yes. I have seen every single one of that man’s piercings. Some you haven’t even thought of.”
You blush at the implication, looking back up at Keigo.
“Please, just let me see what happens tonight.”
“Did you even tell him I was hosting the party?”
“Yeah!”
“And he agreed to go?”
“…no.”
Keigo chuckles before shaking his head and going back to doing his eyeliner.
“Good luck with that, girl. Maybe I’ll see him. I’ll put in a good word for you.”
He winks and giggles.
“Just don’t fuck him before I can.”
“Been there, done that.”
“Keigo.”
“I make no promises.”
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Music blasts in your ears as the people around you dance and talk. The penthouse Keigo got is huge. There has to be at least 75 people here, if not more. You lean in the corner, phone in one hand and cup filled with ‘punch’ in the other. You scroll mindlessly through Instagram, most posts and stories being from the party. You catch a vague glimpse of Keigo, playing pool on the opposite side of the room. He was nothing if not competitive, even if he is horrible at the game. You shake your head slightly and see if you can spot any more familiar faces. Since most of the penthouse is a pretty open concept space, you can see right into the kitchen where your suitemate Rumi is taking shots and socializing. You chuckle under your breath before going back to your phone and sipping your drink slowly. Knowing you (and your friends), you’d probably all crash here once the party ended and help Keigo clean up in the morning.
Just as you like one of Keigo’s newest stories, you jump when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You look up to see an unexpected face, Dabi. You smirk before stuffing your phone in your back pocket. He makes his way beside you. Close enough for you to smell the subtle hint of cigarette smoke.
“Jesus, why is it so loud in here? ‘You know where the bathroom is? Need a smoke break from this shit…”
“What are you doing here? Thought you said it was a ‘waste of time’.” You put air quotes to emphasize your words. You can’t help but giggle.
“What was that? Can’t hear you. I just need to know where the bathroom is.” You roll your eyes.
“Sorry, I can’t hear you!” You smile slightly downwards. Just then he gently grabs the side of your face with his hand, bringing you close to him. The two of you look each other in the eye. His beautiful icy blue eyes seem to freeze you in your place. Your mouths are a whisper away from one another as you feel each other’s breath. His gaze moves back and forth between your lips. A sly smirk spread across his face.
“I said, do you know where the bathroom is?” You smile, bringing your mouth slightly closer and looking into his eyes.
“Follow me.”
You lead him into a secluded room near the back of the apartment. You go behind him, closing and locking the door. You put your cup down on the dresser and drag Dabi towards the bed.
You sit him down and sit on his lap, facing him. Your legs straddle him as you look him in the eyes. He’s at eye level with your chest yet he’s staring at your lips. You grab the sides of his face and kiss him. He quickly returns the favor. After a while, you feel the two of your tongues intertwine. After what seems like forever, you break the kiss, beginning to feel up his sides. You gently pull his shirt over his head which he has no argument to. This reveals two of the piercings you can’t see at a glimpse, one in each of his nipples. Dabi’s hands reach your waist and he begins to kiss your neck. You sigh, tilting your head back to give him better access.
“Fuck…” you moan, encouraging Dabi. You grind against his hips, pulling a soft groan from him. As he moves farther down to your chest, you feel his rumored tongue piercing graze against your skin. You shudder as he bites you and then quickly sucks on the skin. Moans and curses escape your mouth as he begins licking your nipples. He sucks on one as he palms the other with his hand, keeping one firm on your waist. After a few seconds he switches.
“Stop…fuck…stop teasing me already.”
He chuckles, moving his fingers down, rubbing circles on your thighs. He slowly moves towards your core, sliding one finger gently over your slit. You grind against his hips, pulling a small groan out of him. You hike up your skirt, giving him more access. He moves your panties to the side before dragging his fingers across your slit again.
“Damn, you’re this wet from kissing?” He begins rubbing your clit and you react almost immediately. You moan, unable to answer his question. He speeds up, kissing your neck as your squirm. Your moans and pants become more frequent, showing your growing arousal. Just as you seem to reach your peak, he stops, withdrawing his fingers with a smirk. He sees the disappointment on your face and only chuckles at it. He licks his fingers and looks into your eyes.
“Mmm, you taste so sweet, doll. Aw, baby, you look so cute when you pout. Don’t worry, I'll let you cum in a minute.”
Dabi picks you up with ease and lays you on the bed. He unbuckles his pants, discarding his belt and jeans on the floor somewhere. He moves your hair out of your face, kissing you roughly. It’s fast and aggressive but passionate. He draws away from you and slides your panties off. He pulls his boxers down and reveals his cock. It’s hard, proving he's just as aroused as you are. Jacob ladder piercings line the bottom of it, making you more and more anxious to feel him inside you. He strokes himself lightly and he lines up with your entrance.
“‘You ready, doll?”
You nod. A gasp escapes your mouth as he slowly enters you, the stretch hits you with an enjoyable sting. He groans as he bottoms out, his voice airy. He looks up at you.
“Fuck, you feel good. Can I move?”
“Mhm.”
He slowly pulls out and thrusts back in. A moan draws out of you as he continues the back and forth, slowly speeding up. You can hear his breathy moans and curses and it only makes you reach your peak even faster. He speeds up as he feels you tighten around him, signaling your orgasm. You hold onto his arms that are on either side of you.
“Fuck, Dabi…I’m close- I’m gonna-”
“C’mon, doll. Cum for me. I wanna feel you cum on my fucking dick.”
You moan his name as you feel yourself release, glad you know the music outside is too loud for anyone to hear you. Dabi thrusts through your orgasm, still going after you finish.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me, doll. Cumming for me like that. Just a few more minutes, okay?”
You clench around him, overstimulation causing your head to be blank. His moans become louder as yours do. As he reaches his orgasm, you do as well. He pulls out, releasing onto your stomach and thighs. You gush onto the sheets, getting the bed, your legs, and his legs wet. The two of you sit there for a while, basking in the afterglow.
After a while, Dabi looks around before finding a door which seemingly leads to a bathroom. He gets off the bed, walking to the bathroom. He’s gone for a few seconds while you sit up. He gets back with a damp towel. He gently opens your legs, knowing they’re probably sore. He wipes down your legs slowly and you feel as the warm towel touches your skin. You smile down at Dabi as he wipes your stomach. He closes your legs and lays the blanket on you. He then wipes himself and pulls his boxers back up. He grabs something from his jacket and lays next to you in bed. He lights a cigarette and lays back. You slowly roll over and begin to drift to sleep.
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The light from the window hits your face, causing you to stir awake. You look around and notice something missing, or someone. Dabi is gone. You sit up and rub your eyes. Out of the corner of your eye you see a piece of paper. You pick up the note and see a message.
‘Sorry to leave you, doll. Text me so I know if you get home okay
- D’
At the bottom of the note is a phone number. You put it back on the nightstand and look around for your clothes. You hear some noise coming from outside the door and rush to get ready. Just as you slide your skirt back on the door creaks open. Thank god, it’s Keigo. Being half naked infront of anyone else would’ve been more embarrassing. However, Keigo freezes when he sees you and then bursts out in laughter.
“Look who it is. We’ve been looking for you all morning, ‘thought you went back to the dorms. Little did I know you were sleeping in from…whatever happened here last night.”
You roll your eyes, putting your shirt on and grabbing the note to slip in your pocket.
“Whatever, Kei. Do you still need help cleaning or can I leave?”
“We’re done now. But you need to come with me. You have to tell me what happened when you disappeared.”
“Whatever, I’ll wait in your car.”
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“So, who was it?” Keigo says, laying on his bed beside where you’re sitting. You sigh.
“Who do you think?”
“Hm, let’s see…Rumi? The two of you disappeared at the same time. But she woke up like three hours before you.”
“No, not her.”
“Uhh, that one Shigaraki kid? Tomura I think.”
“Nuh uh. You’re guessing everyone but the obvious.”
“The obvi- No. Dabi? Don’t tell me you fucked Dabi last night.”
“Uh, yeah? Why is that so hard to believe?”
“We’re talking about the same person, right? T? As in Dabi in your psychology class?”
“Yes. Jeez, Kei, if you wanted to call me unfuckable you could’ve just said that.”
“No, babe. There’s no way you could’ve fucked Dabi last night. ‘Cause I did.”
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