Mommy don't know that he's getting hot at the body shop, doing something unholy.
Raye walked the dark streets, a light rain cascading from the sky. Her boots smacking against the sidewalk with the force of her pace, she couldn't believe she'd been sent on this errand. 'We need you to talk to Dabi, Hawks has other priorities. You've dealt with him before so do it again.' the president of the Commission didn't make it a choice, so she walked to the abandoned warehouse where they were scheduled to meet. Throwing open the heavy metal door with a loud thump and stepping inside and away from the downpour. Long white blonde hair slightly dampened by the rain, she looked around and found her target quickly. "Well isn't this a nice surprise, they sent the little mouse to do the birds job." The smirk on his lips infuriated her, and she didn't appreciate the nickname he'd chosen either. "I'm not in the mood you crispy bitch, what the fuck does the League want?" She asked irritably as she approached him, moving to sit on one of the large crates laying around the floor. "From you? Nothing. They want Hawks to give us information on other Heroes who may be interested in joining our cause." Raye rolled her eyes, it would be something stupid like that. "Was that really something that required an in person meeting? You could have just called." Her face bellied her irritation, and it only made his cheeky grin grow. "In person conversation is always better, besides if I had called I would have missed the opportunity to tease you." He smirked and Raye let her sharp nails sink into her skin, drawing a bit of blood. "If you think just because we're working together I won't knock that fucking smile off your face you're wrong." Her sky colored eyes maintained her fury as she glanced into his own bemused sapphire ones, Dabi made the move to stand and she followed suit. It always made her uncomfortable how much bigger he was than herself, she didn't like how small he made her feel. "I wish you would try, little mouse."
She was on him in an instant, the blood on her nails forming bloody blades that she used to slash at him. He fired his flames quickly and she managed to dodge it, but could smell the hair he'd managed to singe. Having no time to worry about that, she sent another volley of blades at him, this time detaching them from herself in order to maintain distance. She was always better in up close combat but his fire power made it more difficult. The fire incinerated her blades quickly and the smell of burned blood was revolting. "You can't beat me, little mouse, You and I both know it." He taunted and she threw herself at him, the bloody blades slashed at him which he astutely dodged. But she was really aiming for a punch, which she managed to land right on the side of his head. "You talk too much." She growled and his hand reached out to grab her arm and she felt a blinding hot pain as he burned her through her jacket. She bit back a scream and started hitting him more, anywhere she could reach she punched. He only had the one hand now, while he could certainly try and burn her she knew his quirk needed a bit of cool down time. When he released her she moved back a few steps but stayed close, she could feel his hand burned into the flesh of her arm and it stung. Biting herself in order to heal the wound and continue fighting him. "You know that's a nifty little trick, but how many times can you do it?" He grabbed at her again and she moved to kick at his legs, she'd already used a lot of her blood with the blades she'd thrown at him. She didn't want to risk needing a transfusion or passing out from blood loss. "Go to hell." She growled as he dodged her attack and once again grabbed her, this time holding her by the throat and pushing her against a cool cement wall. "It's cute that you think you can beat me." She felt his hand warm up but it didn't burn her, not yet anyways. Her furious eyes stared into his own, her heart beating hard against her chest. "I just wanted an excuse to smack you around a bit. You're arrogant as fuck and it pisses me off." She had far too much pride to admit that she had wanted to beat him, she wanted the comfort of knowing when push came to shove she could take him on. Eventually this whole facade of her and Hawks working for the League would unravel and with Hawks weakness to fire type quirks she wanted to know she could fight Dabi. The fact that he'd beaten her so easily infuriated her to no end.
"Mmm, that fire in your eyes says otherwise. If I gave you half a chance you'd kill me. Wouldn't you?" His hand tightened the slightest bit around her throat and she resisted the uncomfortable warmth that was pooling in her core, it made her agitated that her body was reacting to him. "If we didn't need you to get our missions from you fucking bet I would. I can't stand people like you, full of themselves, rude, arrogant, you think you're untouchable. I wanna knock you off that fucking pedestal." It was true, she hated what she perceived him to be, it wasn't just about him being a villain it was about his attitude. Her face felt hot and the way he was looking down at her, his hand wrapped around her throat made her mind and heart race. "How would you do it?" He asked and she looked at him confused, furrowing her eyebrows. His little smirk grew and he tapped a finger on her neck awaiting her response. "How would you kill me?" He asked, clarifying himself and she was struck by how odd of a question that was. "Honestly? I'd probably dice you up into little tiny pieces. Start from the bottom and work my way up. You're already a fucking patchwork so I feel like it's fitting." She hadn't put much thought into it before, she knew when it came down to it she wouldn't kill him. She wanted him to suffer for his crimes, death was far too light a sentence. Suffering with life was far more fitting. "Wouldn't you kill me if given half a chance?" She asked and he smirked and got really close to her, his body was warm as it pressed into her own a stark contrast from the cool concrete of the wall. "There are much better uses for a little mouse like you than death." A shiver worked its way up her spine, she was suddenly very aware of their closeness and his smell. The smell of campfire, leather, and oddly enough lavender.
The hand pressed into her throat maintained its grasp as his other one moved aside her long jacket, which she'd left unzipped, and trailed across her side. "What are you doing?" Raye asked, hating how weak her voice sounded as his hand moved towards her back and pressed in. Which forced her body against his even further, her heart beat was so loud she was sure he could feel it. "I can't really explain the things I'd do to you, but I can gladly show you." His eyes were glowing ever so slightly and her mind went entirely blank as she realized the implications of his words. "Then do it."
His response was to tighten his grip around her throat and kiss her, there was no passion in the kiss he merely dominated her lips as she felt his free hand rove across her body. His knee moved between her legs and pressed into her crotch causing a small whimper to fall from her mouth and into his own. "Needy little mouse aren't you?" He asked pulling back ever so slightly from her lips, the friction of his knee rubbing against her crotch was maddening. She moved her hands to his belt, beginning to undo it, maintaining eye contact with him. "You still talk too much." He captured her mouth with his again and she heard his pants hit the floor, his knee removed from between her legs. His hand moved to tug off the skirt and panties she'd been wearing and cast it to the ground as well. He removed his mouth from hers and his hand from her throat turning her around, her hands slapping roughly against the wall. He grabbed her hips roughly with a hand and smacked her ass with the other causing her to let out a small squeak, he grabbed it roughly with the same hand that had smacked her. "Very cute, I'm going to enjoy this." He growled as he moved his hand to her wet slit, his fingers gliding across it easily due to its dampness. "If you're going to fuck me then fuck me." She couldn't deal with all this teasing, his fingers pushed into her just the slightest bit surprised by her tightness. She bit her lip slightly at the sensation of his fingers swirling inside of her slowly pushing a bit deeper, testing the waters. He pulled back after a moment and she felt the tip of his cock pressed against her wet folds for a moment before he pushed himself all the way inside. She let out a small yelp of pain and his hand slapped over her mouth muffling the sound. He pulled back slightly and pushed in again, the feeling of being filled made her feel like she could barely accommodate for his size. He pulled out again, this time a bit further and slammed in, she let out a moan into his hand and he began pounding into her. One hand over her mouth and the other holding her shoulder and pushing her back into him. Letting out gasps and moans as he fucked her, his hand moved from her mouth to slide between her legs and toy with her clit which ripped louder moans from her. "Such a cute little mouse, you know if you'd told me you hadn't done this before I could have been more gentle with you." He commented as she whined under his touch, as much as she could have told him that she didn't want to. It was far too embarrassing to admit that she at twenty-one was still a virgin. "F-fuck, you're a villain why would you be gentle." His hand stopped its swirling around her clit, some of her lustful brain fog clearing as he continued to slam himself into her, his cock pressing against her deepest places driving her wild. "Just because I'm a villain doesn't mean I don't know how to treat a woman." He went back to teasing her clit and his strokes got longer and a bit harder which had her crying out, she could occasionally hear his moans over her own. Occasional whispered praises of how well she took his cock, how perfectly she wrapped around it, and things of that nature. He was pushing her closer and closer to that edge each time he plunged deep, his fingers teasing circles that had her shaking. "Say my name, little mouse, tell me you want me to make you cum." He ordered and without a second of hesitation she complied with his request. "D-dabi fuck please I want to cum." His hand moved to grab her hips and she felt him bottom her out the hand on her clit slowly easing its ministrations. "Good girl." He said and that was all it took to send her spiraling into orgasm, her pussy spasming around his length as he continued to pound into her. She moaned and cried out a mixture of his name, the word fuck, and please falling off her lips like prayers. She felt his cock twitch as he filled her with his seed, slowly his thrusts into her stopped, but his hand remained on her hip.
After a moment he pulled himself out of her and she moved her hands off the wall to grab her skirt and panties from between her legs and pull them up to cover herself. When she turned around he had just finished securing his belt and his eyes met hers. "We'll have to do this again sometime, little mouse." Her face burned but she grinned at him, she wouldn't pass up the opportunity to do that again. "Only if you fight me for it." She raised and the smirk that grew on his lips was downright feral, his eyes were burning hotter into her than his flames did. "I'm more than happy to accommodate that request. I suppose I'll see you around, little mouse." He moved to exit the building and before he did she called out. "I'll be looking forward to it." Once he was gone she was left to question her sanity and what exactly she'd just done. She herself slowly exited the warehouse and began making her way home. 'Whatever that was, it was something unholy and I can't wait to do it again.' the pleasant soreness between her legs would be a reminder of their activities for hours to come.