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     "Back already?" You grinned as you heard the doors to the balcony close, looking past the back of the chair to see his approaching form. He had a small frown on his face, his coat lazily on the sofa perpendicular to where you sat with his white shirt looking more rag and worn off than an actual rag. "You good?"

     "Huh? Oh, yeah, it's fine, dollface. Just. . . thinking." Now it was your turn to frown, watching as his dazed look distracted him from commenting, even acknowledging, the way you so blatantly stared at him. "Okay I know fine, and this," You gesture to him, making sure he paid attention to what you were saying, "This isn't fine."

     He continues to daze off for a moment, before seemingly snapping back into his senses with a knowing smirk. "Ouch, am I not attractive enough for you anymore?"

     "Not what I meant."

     Almost like under a spell he went and lifted you up from the one person chair, humming with a raised brow as he kissed you. But he looked. . . so out of it, almost lifeless in his attempts, having to take the lead.

     With you in his lap and on the couch you frowned at him, breaking away to make sure he fucking saw it. "Dabi, what's wrong?"

     "Nothing, just something from that Shit-garaki," He rolls his eyes—with humor of course—before a laugh escapes him. "Why are you suddenly so concerned?"

     "Because you're my friend." You told him, your soft eyes turning into a glare as you felt his hand place a teasing squeeze on your ass, "Still doesn't change my point."

     "Ugh, I don't like that," He scoffs, leaning back as his hands slide down to cup either sides of your waist, "What can I do to not be considered your friend?" You open your mouth to make a retort, but get met with a glare so promptly shut up and only sighed. "I don't know. What did you have in mind?"

     . . .

     . . .

     . . .

     The absolute sinful sounds that exited the room were enough to probably get several noise complaints from your neighbor, sloppy sounds of the two of you making out on your couch enough to let the entire country of America know what's about to happen.

     Before you knew it you were pushed roughly on your back, awfully aware of what was under your thin shirt perking as Dabi heavily breathes on top of you. The string of saliva was no more as he leans back, quickly getting rid of his shirt and diving right back in. His lips were needy, you could tell that much, face heating up in greeting as his bare chest pressed against yours. A hand traced circles on your inner thigh, before gripping it when your tongues got a little too out of control.

     A moan muffles itself against his mouth, before he got a little too bold and traced the outlines of your. . . ahem.

     You yelped, a mistake as his other hand holds onto your back to keep you arched there towards him. You couldn't complain though, both hands finding home on his neck with the occasional scratch on his back. You break way for a breath, labored and heavy as you looked off at the very open curtains, letting you see the very wide and very much see-through window showing the slowly setting sun. "Dabi. . ." You ended up moaning lowly, wanting to gesture to the window but getting distracted as he quickly moves his way down your neck.

     "Yes, babe. .?" He teases a harsher bite, before sucking on it right after, "The," You breath out, trying to compose yourself against your hormones' better judgement, "The window, Dabi, it's. . . they're gonna—ahh, aha," You get sidetracked once again, although this time for a different reason.

     His lips made out with your breasts, still through the cloth and quietly humming to himself as you turned to putty just from that. "Say that again?" He laughed, his hot breath going straight through your shirt as you released a breath and whined when he pulled away.

     "Alright fine," He softly chuckles, standing up and heading to the window to do as you said.

     Something throbbed. . . downstairs, seeing the small wet spot on your shirt from where he had graced his lips. Weakly pushing yourself up with your elbows, you manage to slip off your shirt and fall right back on the couch before he could turn. You almost wish he didn't, because his bare back was a sight to see.

     But when he did—the front view was fine as well I guess—he wasn't complaining, humming in delight as you saw the undeniable lick on his teeth. "Oh? Excited, aren't you?" You didn't respond, much too immersed in losing your mind as the ghostly feeling of his touches came back on your skin. The much darker surroundings didn't all but help your spike in sensitivity, feeling a spark as your hands made their way to hold him down.

     You've made out with some guys back when you were. . . more daring is what you would call it, even messed around with some girls. Sex wasn't really much on your mind, but you have gotten your fair share of experience. They were just mindless, and the occasional one night stand. But this one. . .

     He had his knee pressed dangerously near your uh, womanhood, yours in turn bumping up against the tent forming in his pants. You tried not to comment on it, but the more he moved the more you kept rubbing up on it. Without much thought you just jerked your knee up, regretting it a second later at the thought of hurting him but it seemed to have turned him on even more. "Nhng, you sure as hell are enjoying this," he chuckles, mumbling an almost inaudible, 'cause I am' before moving right back to where he had left.

     Lips on your nips and a hand on the hem of your pants, you could definitely say that this was going to be a fun evening.

     You felt his tongue swirl and tug on your sensitivity, head tilting backwards but not being able to help yourself as you looked down. He stared right back, a little too much signs of experience as he did so.

     God knows how I look from down there, you thought to yourself as your face once again goes redder, a hand gripping on his hair as he chuckles against your skin.

     "You're hot," slipped from your lips, realizing a second too late as he bit down just outside the area. You gasped loudly, which made him chuckle breathlessly, "Dammit, dollface," He tried to laugh, the cold sensation of his piercing touching your nipples not helping, "I'm trying to enjoy the foreplay here, don't make me rush it."

     Needless to say you found a new kink, that being his piercings as he dragged his tongue down the center of your stomach.

     He moved on to show some love to your other breast, a finger tracing light circles on the other that still remained perked like a soldier in line. You glowed in embarrassment, your head lolling over to the right and at the edge of the couch. You gazed at the large gray curtains covering the windows, a shameful part of you almost wanting to open them just to show the world how hot this guy fucking you was.

     A final pop as he got bored and separated, the finger on the other squeezing as you gasp and swallow a lump in your throat, "Dabi. . ." You whisper, hand trailing down the side of his face and to the buttons of your pants. You worked, although sloppily, mind too fogged and fuzzy from the repeat of his mouth still on your chest.

     He chuckles, kissing your knuckles before ultimately doing it for you.

     He slid it off easily enough, humming in delight at the sight of your underwear. It had little lace, but either way he couldn't help but feel the ever insistent tug of his little friend.

     He looks up at you one last time for some sort of consent, knowing that he'd feel like shit if he went on and you didn't enjoy anything. But the puppy eyes and your tongue greeting him while you panted was enough of a yes for him.

     "Damn, that's wet," He laughs, easily taking the playful slap to the face as he digs his face right in.

     That one, you weren't expecting.

     You yelp, his breath now on the thin fabric, the only thing separating him from touching every single part of you. His nose teased just on your hole, sucking in a shaky breath as he ran his tongue over the fabric. "You ever done this before?" He asks, the way his voice got to touching your sensitivity sending vibrations all throughout your lower region, "Uhh, yeah, I," You inhale again, as the metal of his percing teased your entrance, "I. . . once or twice. A lot, in college. I was. . . I was unhinged, is what," He hums again, although this time you knew you weren't hearing all of it.

     Starting with a small tug from his pearly whites, he yanks your panties right off.

     Your legs were forced open with his head still in between, a hand tightly gripping on your thigh moving it to rest on the broad of his shoulders. You stared, uncomfortably silent as he eyes your. . . there. You felt embarrassed, in all honesty, wishing he'd just say something instead of just staring at it.

     But he never did, gasping when he suddenly pushes himself up. Now he hovered over you, but with your legs still on his shoulders it had you exposing more of your cunt to the amazing outside world. Your face flashed red, looking at him as though he was joking, but only earning a teasing smile in return. "Why, thought you wanted this?"

     "Don't you patronize me," You manage to breath out, but shutting up completely as a finger traced over, barely touching you but enough to make you bite your lip in anticipation. Without warning he had a finger already snaking itself in, closing in on it on reflex. "Dabi—!" He slid it, slippery and easy and he managed to get almost everything in just right before it got to his knuckles.

     He gave it a second, then another, before testing the waters and twitching his finger.

     You almost rise up like a mummy straight out of a bad horror film, only being held down as he pressed himself against you and his lips finding yours again. Muffled moans and groans as he got more daring, tugging and twisting as you squirmed from beneath him. Before you knew it he got in another, then another, soon he had three fingers inside, working his magic like a dance he had learned too many times.

     The thought of that upset you, but you knew that it was true. You no doubted that Dabi had probably done this with countless other girls, but a voice at the back of your head told you that you weren't exactly innocent of that either.

     So you shut those voices out and focused on his, mumbling incoherent nonsense as you felt a first of what you knew would be a lot more climaxes.

     You weren't sure, but you heard him groan your name in the small intervals from when he pulled back, that somehow prompting you to squeeze more around him.

     He notices this, chuckling as with each word he spoke his tongue practically still stayed inside your mouth, "You locked the door, right?" That question was more of a trick, your mumbling of an answer not registering to even you as you got a little too occupied kissing him.

     You felt his fingers stretch and pull, panting out curses as you couldn't help but roll your head back. "Dabi I'm. . . Dab—ah, hah," Your voice rises, your attempts at focusing on capturing all you could with his lips falling fruitless as you approached a limit. He took this as a sign to go faster, practically screaming out his name as the smirk on his face grew and grew.

     One last call and you felt what tension built in your stomach pop, falling in heaps of liquid onto his hand and no doubt the couch. But he never stopped.

     He kept going, a small whine exiting your lips when he exited a finger. Now only two remained, moving in scissor-like motions as not long you knew that another climax was coming. Your left leg fell off his shoulder, sliding to hook around his hips as he pressed himself further against you.

     Though with the other still in it's spot it started to hurt, pulling away from the kiss to try and address this but getting stopped by your own loud moan. "Leg, my-my leg—ahh!" He took the message easily enough, helping you slide it down and going to immediately wrap around him. "God, we just started," He dared tease, knowing that it wouldn't take a lot for you to reach another climax. "F-fuck," You try to tell him off, but all that came was the curse, letting your head fall back as his fingers moved just as quickly as it did earlier.

     The tension built, and built and built! And before you knew it another wave of pleasure washes over in the presence of another release, feeling it slide down the crack of your ass and mentally apologizing to Jirou for whatever mess you might've made today, Dabi pressing kisses all over your neck. "Let's take this to the room, yeah?" You shakily nodded, still clinging onto him for dear life as he exits his fingers from your soaking cavern. He sits up, only now noticing his pants pulled halfway down his hips and his dick just waiting for the opportunity to bounce out like a sex-addicted jack-in-the-box.

     Never thought I'd ever write a sentence like that in my life, yet here we are.

     You watch with panting breaths as he brought his slick fingers up to his lips, taking a moment to emphasize it to you before licking it without any sort of sense of shame. All the while his piercing blue eyes kept contact with yours, another type of buzz building up in your stomach as he grins, "Sweet."

     "Gross, didn't need to know that," You tried to laugh, but ultimately end with a sigh as you look away, trying not to get turned on more than you already were.

     "Aw, don't deny it," He teases once again, easily letting you sit up and pulling you up to him, meeting your lips in the process. "Got condoms?"

     "Collecting dust in my bedside table," You successfully joked without having to moan or get cut off, laughing along with you before easily sweeping you off and up the stairs.

     You got to admit, you found it hot how easy it was for him to just bring you up the steps without so much of a hindrance, those muscles putting themselves into good use.

     Reaching the top he had already kicked off his pants, feeling something poke your bare sex as hands grip tightly on the bottom of your thighs. The feel of his scarred skin against your naked chest was one you haven't felt before, but not one you couldn't complain about. It was interesting, and feeling the almost rock-hard parts of his abdomen against your stomach making you involuntarily moan against him. Geez, could this man be any more attractive?

     With your bedroom door kicked behind him he drops you unceremoniously onto the bed, humming as his gaze greedily takes in your form. You tried not to get self-conscious, reminding yourself that you had gotten this far and he was staring at you with nothing but lust. So why should you feel that way? You were smoking hot and even he couldn't deny that. And motherfucker's a phoenix, so you know that means something.

     As he went to crawl on top of you, a new sort of confidence came over you, pushing yourself up and letting him sit on the edge of the bed. He doesn't say anything, only observing your actions all with a raised brow.

     "Okay woah," He laughed, watching as you crouched onto the floor and positioning yourself between his legs, forcing them open with a sly grin. You simply hummed, giving him a look as one finger delicately traced over the length of it. He grunted, the smile on his face quivering just the slightest bit. "You. . . you trying something down there, b-babe?" He forced out, sucking in a breath as you formed a grip around near the tip.

     You hummed again, your thumb rubbing circles as a shallow breath escapes him. "God, that was easy," You laughed softly, purposefully making your breath fan out on his stiffening dick. As you move your head closer, you start to notice his tightening fists, clutching onto your sheets as though imagining that's how it would feel balled up in your hair. You laughed again, his gaze falling on you before his eyes force themselves shut.

     Without warning you start sucking, sloppy noises falling in the room as you work your way down.

     With panted breaths Dabi tilts his head back, one hand shaking as it rested on the top of your head. You could feel his fingers attempting to curl, but it was pretty obvious that he was stopping himself, in any case you weren't into that. Aw, how sweet. For a man with no doubt a higher body count compared to the amount of the people he's killed, he was quite a respectful gentleman—and he was pushing your head down, guess he doesn't have as much self control as you thought.

     Trying not to laugh at the irony and his clear need for release because you would no doubt choke and die, you kept it to yourself as you worked your magic.

     A little nibble there, your tongue swirling and sucking, you had all the tables turned. Now Dabi was the panting mess, his want to shove your head down and his attempt at stopping himself creating a weird experience as he basically just massaged the top of your head. You couldn't exactly complain, but you found that just a little bit amusing.

     "Fuck, thinking about you doing this to other men's making me pissed," He huffed, leaning backwards as your cheeks sucked down harder in particular, "Really not liking the idea of you. . . of you giving other people special treatment—ahh fuck," His breaths were becoming more and more labored as you felt the thing twitch in your mouth, the hand you had been running up and down the areas you couldn't reach picking up their speed.

     With a pop you had released your mouth, lips moving to plant little kisses on it's underside. Your hand moved up and down, reaching it's entire length and trying not to think of how much ground you had to cover. Goodness you knew he had some sort of big dick energy to him, you just never expected all of that to be true!

     Soon he started cursing more, looking up at his half-lidded eyes. You could see the light glinting off the piercing he had on his tongue, his panting letting you see it in the first place. "How should I make it up to you?" You practically spoke into his skin, picking up more speed as it twitched more and more under your touch.

     "Fucking shit," He dares chuckle, before groaning in relief as finally, came his first release.

     Strings of white shot out, splatters of it landing on the side of your face.

     You paid it no mind, planting one last kiss on his dick that started to fall. Pushing yourself up you sat on his lap, his hand moving to grip the middle of your back to arch yourself towards him. With another shaky breath he runs fingers on your cheek, middle and forefinger grazing where his cum had landed.

     You felt the sticky substance spread as he tried his best to collect it, before putting them over your lips with a panting breath. "Suck," He practically ordered, in normal circumstances having called him out for that. But. . . this wasn't under normal circumstances (at least you assumed, who knows when this'll become a regular occurrence), he had already touched every part of you, so you pushed away whatever thoughts and got fuzzy feeling his fingers land in your mouth.

     Despite having just done this you did it anyway, his need for eye contact forming a flush on your cheeks. It was already embarrassing enough that you were aware you two were making love, fucking, whatever! But for him to hold full eye contact? You'd rather get swallowed by the earth whole.

     The way the blues of his eyes almost glowed in contrast against the dark environment of your bedroom distracted you from whatever taste there was in your mouth, the vague feelings of your tongue swirling around his two fingers nothing but a distant memory. Funny, were his eyes always this bright?

     Satisfied he removes them, this time humming in place of you. Placing both hands on your waist he landed his mismatched lips on yours, eagerly kissing back as from that he stumbled backwards. One hand held him from falling, as the other trailed and touched wherever he pleased, leaving goosebumps in his trails.

     Breaking from the kiss he mumbles something about condoms, twisting his body so that you landed on the bed, his mouth once again still on yours. Laying there for a few moments before he pushes himself up with a grunt, hand slapping around your bedside table before opening the drawer.

     All the while you couldn't help but miss the close-distance, whining quietly in protest as the heat from downstairs never ceased.

     "So, fucking, needy," He scoffs with a growing smirk, seeing movement from where he was no doubt putting the little plastic on.

     "Hurry up. . ." You whisper, the growing urge to just satisfy yourself making your fingers twitch in protest.

     "You sure you don't want to just beg me to fuck you?" He teases, but goes and positions himself either way. "Whatever makes it happen. . ." You mumble, your mind nothing but a complete buzz-fuck at the thought of him taking you.

     He seems to pause at that, another whine escaping your lips being the only thing that had him moving to grip your thighs. He curses again, one hand guiding his dick to your entrance, "God, there's just no stopping you from turning me on, huh?"

     "Just shut the fuck. . ." Your words trailed off as you reach up and grab him by the back of the neck, lips catching his greedily. He happily matches your tone, making sure that he timed his enter with his tongue going inside your mouth. You didn't mind the tears that pricked the corners of your eyes, much too distracted with his chest pressing against yours and his hot breath on your chin and lips each time he pulled away for short gasping breaths. The pain of him slowly invading your insides was all but a blur, your walls clenching and releasing in a hopeless melody.

     Soon he had pretty much his entire length inside, teeth having bitten on his bottom lip in turn. The satisfied groan was either from however tight you were getting or from that, you weren't sure, but a small accidental thrust had you gasping in surprise and delight.

     Taking this a sign he wastes no time in pulling himself out, before shoving right in.

     He left no room for mercy as your muffled moans came onto his mouth, the little slips fron your short breaks being breathless and desperate. Hips were wrapped up around his, bouncing up and down like a sex doll being abused.

     . . .weird comparison, but here we are.

     With one swift motion he had you pulled up before being shoved against a wall.

     On his knees as hands gripped your thighs and the bottom of your ass, a part of you somehow glad that you had kept your bed pushed up against it. His chest pushed against yours as his tight grip was enough to keep you from falling, the contrast of his body heat and the coldness on your back an interesting experience to say the least.

     Even in the process of placing you there he never ceased his pounding, the only thing changing being his lips removing themselves and landing on the soft of your neck.

     Love bites, butterfly kisses, his experience at sucking the living life out of you while simultaneously fucking—it was sending your brain into an overdrove bliss.

     "Dabi—!" You gasped as one thrust had him going deeper, the tightening knot in your stomach once again coming back. With your little moan he picked up his speed, sounds of skin against skin having drowned out by all the other equally sinful noises. But you couldn't think about that, an empty head with nothing but his dick twitching inside of you and you being a hopeless slut from it.

     "We should do this more often," He grunted against your ear, hot breath on your face as his previous pattern and rhythm stopped. Now it was just erratic, desperate to get in a good thrust in an attempt to ride out whatever building pleasure. "Fuck it, yeah. . . yeah—ahh," You swallowed a forming lump, trying not to laugh at still being able to joke around in a time like this (you assumed he was joking, he probably wasn't), "I'm. . . I'm co—Dabi! Oh fuck that's, ahh, that feels so," Another loud sound of whatever you were capable of making, and the tension in your stomach released.

     Hot liquid trailed on his penis and down the crack of your ass, no doubt trailing down the wall behind you. A gross thing to think about, but you were sure you'd clean it up later.

     Assuming that Dabi would allow you, you had a feeling he wasn't done yet.

     Despite having just finished he started to move faster, the twitching no more a thing in the background.

     But soon enough he pulled away, letting you slide back down onto the soft of your bed as his hand went to go finish the remaining job.

     . . .

     Why was it so hot to watch him rubbing his damn dick?

     Now that you weren't being pounded to hell and back you actually had the time to feel embarrassed, looking off with your cheeks a bright red. A breahtless chuckle, but his other hand goes to grip your chin and pull it back towards him.

     He holds eye contact for a little bit—if you could even call it that, it was clear he was still stuck on cloud nine—before his lips land on yours once again.

     You felt the heat of him playing with himself near your inner thigh as you made out, bruised lips still managing and breath never running out.

     Before long he mumbles another curse against your mouth, and it seems he had finally released, another set of white strings as you felt them splatter on your thigh. Pulling himself from you, he left his forehead against yours, the only noise left as evidence of your experience being the soft pants.

     Collapsing onto the bed, you curled yourself against his side, head burying onto the crook of his neck. Just a quiet peace, his hand going up and down your back in a rhythm-less pattern. With the other he pulls up the covers, lips settling on your hairline.

     "Should we clean up?" You ask in the quiet, earning nothing for a few moments before he spoke once again against your skin. The gesture so sweet, yet his message not, "I'm not done yet."
    
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