NeonHorizon: Um...mature content warning...?


Still asleep, huh? Or playing dead? Hiyori's tails swayed side to side as she leaned down, staring at the boy's face. His eyes were closed and his breathing was quiet, even. She pushed up her glasses and leaned back. No fun. How do you expect me to convince you when you're…going to…? She saw his nose twitch, his eyelids flutter, and she smirked. Smart kid. Keep pretending to sleep and you might overhear something interesting, right?

"What are you doing?"

She tensed and looked over her shoulder. Turning her back to Bakugou, she gave the approaching villain a half-grin. "What do you think I was doing?"

"Kind of looked like you were staring at that kid."

"Why would I do that?"

Dabi looked around at the rest of the bar and raised an eyebrow. "They seriously left you in charge of guarding him tonight?"

Hiyori felt eyes burning a hole in her back, but said nothing. She remained blocking the boy from Dabi's view, her tails skimming over the student's legs. "I sent Twice to get coffee. So why are you here so late? Couldn't resist seeing my sexy nerdy self twice in one day?"

He was now right in front of her and peered over the girl's shoulder. The captive had his head down, appearing asleep. Lifting his gaze back to Hiyori, he smiled. "So you're not busy. Want to mess around?"

"Tch. Would if I could, but I really do have a job to do here." She walked to the bar and poured herself a drink. Giving him a questioning look, she saw him nod and poured one for him as well. He went behind the counter to join her, taking his glass and draining it in a matter of seconds. Hiyori snickered. "You're getting a tolerance for it, huh? That's my "bitter, burning, perfect" drink, you know."

"I like it now."

"Do you?"

"I like the taste better from here though." His left hand lifted and his thumb skimmed over her bottom lip. Leaning down, he captured her mouth with his own and his free hand went to her hip. Dabi pressed her back against the wall, unrelenting in the kiss and only being urged on when he felt her fingers tangle in his hair. His hips moved, grinding against her.

She was surprised by how soft his hair felt beneath her hands and it made her smile into the kiss. Her hips bucked forward into his, earning a muffled groan from him. I can't tease Shigaraki the way that I used to tease Aizawa. I can't do…stuff like this…with Shigaraki. This just feels right somehow. Why? It doesn't make sense. We really don't know each that well, do we? Nonetheless, she felt her heart race when his hand lowered from her hip to her bare thigh.

The dark fabric of her skirt was pushed up with the movement of his hand and soon his palm was pressing at the warmth between her legs. He rubbed at it, starting off gentle and gradually becoming a little more aggressive. The hand that had been on her cheek lowered, cupping her breast through her shirt and bra. Hiyori's tails coiled around his leg as before, but the back of her stingers were what pressed against him. They caressed his leg through his pants and one lifted to lazily hook through a belt loop.

Dabi pulled away a little and lowered his eyes, seeing one, shining black stinger brush along his thigh. "You're pretty good with those."

"Heh. Lots of practice~" Hiyori pulled him down by his hair, bringing her face to the side of his neck. The skin there was slight wrinkled and a damaged, purplish color like a discolored scar. It felt warm against her cheek and she trailed her fingers over the staples that ran along the line where this skin connected with the fair skin of his chest. "Why? Do my stingers get you excited?"

"I like the danger."

"It's like playing with a lighter and waving your hand over the flame," she elaborated. "Right? It's that kind of thrill. Ngh~" She felt his fingertips pressing at her through her panties and tensed, biting her bottom lip.

"You like that, Yori?" Dabi felt her nod against the side of his neck. "I knew you wanted to have fun with me again. I can feel you getting wet. Where did you send Twice?"

"I…sent him to get coffee. So he could be anywhere now," Hiyori admitted.

"So we have some time." Before she could protest, he turned her and pushed her back against the bar. Both of his hands dug beneath her skirt and found her waistband, pulling at the delicate fabric of her panties. When she tried to argue, he leaned down and covered her mouth with his again before he continued his task.

Hiyori felt the fabric slide down her legs and finally dangle from just one ankle. The feeling of her most sensitive area so exposed made her start to tingle and she threaded her hands into his hair again. Their lips broke contact as he moved a hand between them and she frowned, closing her eyes. "Dabi, wait…we should take this somewhere else, okay?"

"Are you serious? You kept me waiting this long and now-?"

"I'm serious!" she growled in response. "We've got a captive right over there. He's asleep right now, but I don't want him waking up to see something like this."

Dabi looked off in the direction of their captive. The boy's eyes were still closed, body limp in his seat. "It's fine. It isn't something he probably hasn't seen before."

"…if that kid wakes up though…"

"What? You think you're going to scar him for life?" He leaned down to her ear, hips pushing against hers. "Open your eyes, babe."

She let her eyes open slowly and felt his hand between them again. A rustling told her that his pants were open now. Well…oh well. Something warm glided between the lips of her opening, spreading her juices over her sensitive flesh and pressing into her slit little by little. Hiyori's nails dug shallowly into his scalp as he eased himself into her, the girl's lower back lifting off of the counter.

He gripped her hips tightly, pushing himself forward and then back. Going in a little more and then withdrawing; as if trying to tease her. Between the warmth emanating from her core and the soft sounds that were leaving her lips, he was becoming intensely aroused. Finally, he snapped his hips forward and buried himself fully in her damp heat. He hissed at the tight fit and brought his face down to the side of her neck. "You're tight, but you're really wet," he taunted. "You were thinking about this all day, weren't you?"

"Don't be such a romantic~" Hiyori nipped at his ear and flicked her tongue at one of his piercings. She thrust her hips up to meet his and gasped when he drove deeper into her. I can't remember what it was like last time. Did it feel like this?

The edge of the counter dug into her lower back, but she ignored it in favor of focusing on the pleasure. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she let her eyes slide closed again. His left hand traveled up her abdomen from her hip, slipping beneath her shirt and gripping the edge of her bra. The cup was pulled down and she moaned quietly at the feeling of his index finger and thumb caressing the peak of her breast. Hiyori's lips latched onto the side of his neck, feeling the warm, damaged flesh beneath her kiss.

Dabi felt her arch her back and his right hand tightened its hold on her hip. He leaned back, smirking as he looked down at her blushing face. Each thrust into the girl made her body bounce a little and he loved feeling her breast move against his hand. Her skin was soft, smooth, and he could still smell the cinnamon-scented body wash that she had used after their shopping trip. "Say my name."

"What…?" Her eyes half opened, fingers releasing their grip on his hair and hands falling to her side. "I'm not…doing something so embarrassing."

"I want to hear you say my name while I take you. Come on, babe. No one's going to hear. You don't have to be loud," he persisted.

Hiyori was about to argue again when the hand left her shirt. His fingers went to her throat, putting a very light pressure at both side of her neck. She stared up at him, amber eyes going wide as she felt the ball of tension in her core growing. It tightened more and more, the pressure of his hand gently increasing. "Da…bi…" she muttered, head turning to the side. Her face was bright pink and she was trying to focus on the pleasure instead of the intense embarrassment.

"You can do better than that." He rocked his hips into hers, his length pushing at her walls and stirring at the slick arousal that coated him. The hand tightened a little on her neck. "Look at me, Yori. I want to see your eyes." When amber met turquoise, his lips drew back into a smile. One of her hands lifted, trailing down his chest, and he quickened his pace. "Come on. Say it. Say my name again. I want to hear you say it while I'm pounding into you, babe."

"Ngh…aaahhh…it's…it's embarrassing…"

"Where's my feisty girl that took my sight and hearing? I want to hear you moan my name, Yori! Come on! I'll let you come when I hear my name!"

She lifted her hips more, feeling him go deeper. The head of his member struck against a certain point inside of her that made her writhe. Gripping the front of his shirt, she finally obeyed. Throwing her head back, his name left her lips in a quiet moan and she felt him begin to thrust harder. Hammering against the pleasure point in her core, he leaned down to put his lips to the delicate skin of her neck and whispered to her. He was urging her toward her climax, encouraging her to clench around him and make as much noise as she wanted.

Her muscles tightened around him, coating his length in a fresh layer of slickness while she put her face at the side of his neck. The girl's mouth latched onto his skin again as she tried to silence herself, the vibrations seeming to only fuel his arousal. Holding the girl close against his chest, Dabi continued to pump his hips into hers and began to pant quietly.

When she felt him pulse inside of her, she preemptively tensed and felt him spill into her. Warmth filled her opening and she felt him relax against the counter, his hands planting to either side of her hips to brace himself. The two shared a brief stare before he leaned down, stealing a quick kiss.

By the time Twice returned, what felt like an hour later, the two other villains were sitting at the bar with fresh drinks. Hiyori offered to pour him a drink as well, but it was declined and she grinned. "You don't drink?"

"You've got me to drink with," Dabi argued.

"Awww! You're not as fun though," she teased.

Twice sat on her other side and tilted his head. "You think I'm fun, Yori? I think you're pretty fun, too! You're just a nerd!"