Nejire could hardly wait for Toga to wake up so she could tell her the plan. After they had some coffee, Toga helped her hammer out the rest of the details. Some of those details were so explicit they made Nejire's face burn, but she found herself grateful for Toga's candid manner. Thanks to her, Nejire had a solid plan in place, and Nejire always felt better when she knew what to expect. Toga also insisted on coming with her as a chaperone, reminding Nejire that she did not share Toga's street smarts.

A few days later, the two found themselves at Dabi's apartment. The building was older, more unique in that it wasn't built with the intention to be split into apartments. Dabi welcomed them in, offering them some cold beers from the fridge, which they both accepted. As he showed them around the place, Nejire recognized some of the decor from his Instagram posts. A few rooms had one wall that was exposed brick, which made a nice backdrop.

The tour ended in his bedroom, where there was already a camera on a tripod pointed at the bed. Toga glanced around, then headed back to the living room.

Nejire grabbed at her arm. "Where are you going?" she whispered.

"I don't need a front row seat," Toga teased. "Just leave the door open, I'll be right here." She plopped down on the couch and pulled out her phone.

Nejire walked around the bed. She thought back over all the things they had planned to do to one another. She had eagerly agreed to all of Dabi's suggestions, and he to hers, but she was still nervous.

Dabi joined her, sipping his own beer. "You can still back out; I won't think any less of you."

"No, I want to do this."

"Then what's wrong?"

Nejire pulled her hair over her cheek. "I'm still worried someone might recognize me."

"Like I told you, there are ways around that," he said, turning to open a closet door. "You don't have to be yourself; you can be whatever you want." He turned and held up two wigs. One was blond, with fat ringlet curls. The other, which Nejire immediately felt drawn to, was a periwinkle blue, with soft waves near the ends. It was as long as her own hair used to be. Seeing her reaction, Dabi passed her the blue wig.

As Nejire carefully pulled the wig over her short hair, Dabi busied himself setting up the room. He fiddled with the camera, and adjusted the lights. He looked back and saw her staring at her reflection in the mirror. "Perfect. It suits you." Then he sat down at the foot of the bed.

Nejire looked at the little camera screen, which was flipped around to face the bed. It was already recording. Dabi was in the center of the frame, and Nejire felt her heart speed up.

"I'm ready when you are," he said, his voice a little deeper than usual. It stirred something in her. Nejire moved closer, standing before him with her back to the camera. Dabi put his hands on her hips, his gaze slowly traveling up her body as he pulled her closer still.

She reminded herself of his earlier words; she could be anything. She didn't need to be stuck as some old, outdated image of herself. She could be whatever felt right. She ran her fingers down Dabi's cheek, feeling the textures of his skin. He slid his hands around her back. They had touched each other many times already, but this was entirely different.

Moving fluidly, Nejire straddled Dabi's lap. Looking into her eyes, he brushed the wig aside, then leaned in to lick and suck the side of her neck. She could feel his tongue piercing against her tender skin. When he spoke, she felt his warm breath. "I think we should start by explaining our little bet. What do you say?" Nejire nodded, and Dabi chuckled softly. "Already speechless?'' He looked into the camera. "See, the two of us have a deal. My guest here was curious about my tongue piercing, but she thinks I'm… how exactly did you say it… all talk." He shook his head. "So when I prove her wrong, she's going to apologize by sucking my cock. Isn't that right?"

Nejire glared at him, though the camera couldn't see her expression. "Don't you mean 'if'?"

Dabi's mouth curled up in a sneer, but his eyes sparkled. "No, I definitely meant 'when'."

She laughed. "Do you want to know what punishment I came up with?"

"Well, since it'll never happen, you might as well just tell me."

"If you can't live up to the hype, I'm gonna take care of myself right here on your bed… but you can only watch; you can't touch me, and you can't touch yourself." Judging by the way Dabi squirmed, she had chosen well.

He let out a ragged breath. "Cruel. Guess I better get to it, then." He brushed her hair back from her shoulder and brought his mouth to her neck. Nejire closed her eyes as her breath came faster.

His hands slipped under the hem of her shirt. "Wanna show them a little more skin?"

"Go on," she told him.

As he kissed and sucked her neck, Dabi slowly lifted her shirt. Inch by inch, he gradually revealed her bare skin to the camera, until the tattoo on her upper back was visible on the screen. Then he pulled the shirt over her head and off. Nejire had gone braless, and Dabi leaned back to look her over, licking his lips in appreciation.

He ran one hand up and cupped her breast, then he rolled his thumb over her nipple, causing Nejire to let out a shaky breath. He slid his other hand up and down her back, teasing their future viewers.

Nejire dug her fingers into Dabi's shirt, and he paused just long enough to take it off. She ran her fingers down his bare chest, stopping to play with a few of his piercings, which brought soft gasps from him against her skin. Wanting more, Nejire circled her hips against him, and he began to move with her. He gently bit her earlobe, making her moan.

His hands gripped her thighs. "Stop," he said, his voice almost threatening. "Get up."

Nejire slid off his lap to stand before him. The look on his face made her shiver with anticipation.

"No cheating. I get to go first." He knelt before her and tugged her pants down, helping her step out of them. Now she was left in only her lace briefs. Dabi ran his hands slowly up her legs. He looked into the camera while he gently squeezed her ass, then he placed a wet kiss on the curve of her hip.

He worked his way further up, turning her body as he brought his mouth to her breast in full view of the camera. Nejire kept her face turned away, but she dug her fingers into Dabi's hair, panting at the sensations of his mouth. He teased his tongue piercing against her nipple, and she tightened her grip.

Then he pulled back, out of her grasp. "Bend over the bed."

Nejire hurried to obey, positioning herself at an angle before the camera. She heard Dabi come closer, and she almost cried out when his hands touched her back. Her whole body was tingling with excitement.

Dabi hooked his fingers in the waist of her briefs and eased them down, ever so slowly. She felt the cool air on her skin, and Dabi let out a soft moan. "Ah, look at that." His hand smoothed over her ass. Then he gave her a quick spank, and Nejire gasped as she flinched. Dabi chuckled darkly. "Perfect."

He leaned down to look at her face, his back to the camera. "You alright?" His voice was barely a whisper.

"Yes," she breathed. "Get to it already."

A smile broke across his face. "Yes ma'am."

She felt Dabi kneel behind her, sliding his hands up her thighs. Then he ran his fingers over her slick folds. Nejire cried out, despite herself.

"Ooh," he said, his voice teasing. "I know you're desperate to feel my tongue. You're so wet already, and I've barely touched you. You're just aching for me, aren't you? My little slut."

Nejire couldn't hide the shiver that ran through her body.

"Exactly what I thought. Don't worry, I'll give you what you need." He spread her apart with his fingers, and ran his tongue up her center. Nejire moaned, her whole body trembling. He did it again, pressing his tongue a little harder this time. She dug her fingers into the bed covers. His hands rested on her ass. "Spread your feet wider," he demanded.

Nejire did as he said, her whole body quivering. He brought his mouth to her again, and began to work his tongue over her entrance, moving expertly. She closed her eyes and let her head drop, letting everything else fall from her awareness. As he licked, he occasionally teased his tongue piercing over her clit, just often enough to keep her senses on edge. Every time she moaned, he did too, and she felt the sound vibrate through her core. "Dabi," she panted, desperately clutching at the bed covers. "Dabi!' When he pulled his mouth from her, she let out a choked gasp.

"You okay?"

"Please, oh god…" She was too far gone to articulate.

"Come on, Tiny. Use your words."

Hearing the nickname helped ground her. "You're too far away."

"Ah, I see." Dabi stood her up and held her to his chest for a moment. "You wanna take a break?"

"No, I just need to be able to touch you."

He looked down at her. "You wanna ride my face after all?" Nejire nodded, and he ran his fingers down her cheek. He nodded, then she could see him put away the tenderness from his expression and turn on his rough side for the camera again.

Dabi slid up onto the bed and laid back. "Get up here," he ordered. Nejire climbed over him, straddling his chest. Then he grabbed her by the hips, pulling her forward. Caught off-balance, Nejire let out a shriek of laughter as she tried not to tumble forward and over the edge. He positioned her over his face. "Sit down."

As Nejire lowered herself onto him, he brought his mouth up to her eagerly. She closed her eyes as he licked at her from this new angle. She let her head fall back as he circled his tongue over her, and she sighed with pleasure and relief. He groaned softly beneath her.

Suddenly she worried about hurting him, and shifted her weight to her knees to raise herself up a little. Dabi's hands tightened on her ass. "I told you to sit." His voice rumbled against her, making her gasp and tremble.

Nejire let her weight settle onto him fully, and Dabi responded with a low moan, licking deeper. He knew how to use his tongue piercing just as well from this position. Unsteady, she grabbed a fistful of his hair. Then she put her other hand back on his chest for balance, her eyes closed and her head thrown back.

Losing herself to the sensations, she began grinding against his face. Dabi moaned approvingly at her movements. "Mmm-hmm," he encouraged. Nejire whimpered as he licked and sucked. Her entire body was engulfed with pleasure, and she didn't want to miss any of it. Opening her eyes, she looked down at Dabi. His eyes were shut tight in concentration.

"Dabi," She heard herself whisper, and he looked up, his blue eyes locking with hers. It nearly drove her over the edge. Suddenly she felt herself coiling tight, ready to burst. "Wait," she gasped. "I'm close." She expected him to ease up, to help her last a little longer for the video, but he did the opposite; he gripped her ass tighter with both hands and moved his tongue faster. "Dabi, please," she begged, though she wasn't even sure what she was asking. Her body shook all over, and she pulled at his hair in desperation. As the pleasure washed over her, Nejire cried out again and again as Dabi continued to work at her, not stopping as long as she clung to him.

Finally, when Nejire was completely spent, she let go of his hair, easing herself off him. Dabi sat up, taking her arms to keep her steady. Her legs were weak, and Dabi steadied her. "There you go," he said, gazing into her eyes. He stayed still for a minute, holding her gently. "Better?" he asked after a moment.

Nejire grinned. "You win."

He laughed, putting his tough exterior back up. "Obviously. Now I want my apology. Get on your knees." Nejire moved to the floor by the foot of the bed. She knelt down, turned slightly away from the camera. Dabi stood before her, his groin at her eye level, his hand on his belt buckle. "Tell me what you did wrong."

Nejire lifted her chin, but she struggled to raise her eyes. "I didn't believe you could be as good as you said. I was completely wrong. You were so good, Dabi."

"Just good?" he asked, scowling.

"No; you were incredible," she corrected. "You made me come so hard, just like you promised."

He smirked again, and took her chin in his hand. "And how are you gonna make it up to me?"

"I'm going to suck you off," she said. She was pleased at how clear and confident her voice sounded.

Dabi ran his thumb over her lips. "That's right. I want your hot mouth around my cock." He watched her with a hungry look in his eyes as she undid his belt, then his fly. Then he pulled his erection free. Nejire froze as her eyes traveled over his length. Dabi had failed to warn her about his piercings, and his size.

He put his hand on the back of her head, but Nejire knew the gesture was just for show; he would let her set the pace. "Open wide," he demanded. She let her mouth fall open, letting her tongue slip out. He rubbed the head of his cock over her lips and tongue. "That's what you've been waiting for, isn't it? Go on, have a taste."

Nejire took the end into her mouth, closing her lips and sucking lightly, and Dabi let out a grunt, his fingers tightening on the back of her head. Nejire took him a little deeper, letting her tongue explore his piercings.

"Look at that," he said softly, brushing the blue hair back from her face. "You look even better with my dick in your mouth. Such a good whore."

His words made her heart skip, and she hummed around him. Dabi's hips bucked forward, but he was careful not to go too far. Nejire pulled back a little before taking even more of him. Dabi gave a low groan. "That's right," he shuddered.

Nejire slipped her hands around his waist to tug his pants down and grope his ass. Then she began to slide her mouth forward and back over his shaft.

"What a needy little slut," Dabi teased, cradling her face. "You love sucking it, don't you?" In response, she pressed her tongue harder against the underside of his cock, working his piercings, and Dabi made a pained sound in his throat. "Tiny," he sighed.

Nejire felt her stomach flutter at the sound of the nickname.

"You take it so well," he moaned. "Every inch of my cock in your dirty little mouth." She peered up at him, and he licked his lips as their eyes met. "This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it? Admit it."

Nejire hummed in response, and his eyes fluttered shut.

"Fuck," he hissed. "I bet you wanna suck me dry, don't you? You wanna choke on it?"

She eagerly sucked him faster, moaning around him.

He grabbed her by the chin again. "Well, too bad. You haven't earned that." He pulled out of her mouth. "I have a better idea." He circled around behind her. He took a moment to arrange the long blue hair over Nejire's shoulders so her tattoo was visible to the camera again. He ran his fingers over the design on her skin. "You see, there's something missing," he said, his voice low and rough. "This tattoo needs one more thing to make it absolutely perfect." He stood behind her, holding onto her shoulder with one hand as he stroked himself with the other.

Nejire reached up, needing to touch him, and her fingers found his wrist. "Dabi," she whispered. He let out a few desperate gasps as he pumped himself harder. She squeezed his wrist, and he gave one last shuddering moan, coming onto her back. Nejire gasped as she felt the warmth of it on her cool skin.

Dabi ran his fingers through the mess, spreading it over the tattoo. "Fuck, look at that." Nejire closed her eyes and sighed, feeling utterly relaxed, even when he moved away.

When she heard the camera beep as he stopped the recording, Nejire glanced back. Dabi had a towel in his hand. "Hang on, let me clean you up," he said, his voice raspy. He gently wiped off her back with the towel. "You were amazing. Just perfect." When he finished, he took Nejire's hand, helping her to her feet. He held onto her for a moment. "Thank you."

"I want to watch it."

"Of course you can. Do you want to see the final edit before I upload?" He buckled his belt.

She smiled softly. "No, I mean, I want to see how we look. I kept thinking about it the whole time."

He raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

Nejire reached for her pants on the floor. "Yeah. I bet we look great together."

Dabi ran his hand over his face. "Hell, let's uh… watch it now. Actually- oh, shit."

"What?"

"I forgot to get a teaser shot. Damn it!"

Nejire bit back a grin as she pulled her pants up. Seeing Dabi flustered like this, by her, made her ego swell.

Dabi got his phone, sat down on the bed in his original position and patted his thighs. "Come here." Nejire picked up her shirt, but Dabi caught her arm. "Leave it." She dropped it and straddled his lap again. Dabi pulled her close, moving the blue hair off her shoulder again. He took a few shots, then he shifted their position slightly, putting his free hand at Nejire's waist. "Hang on, this isn't- hey Toga?"

After a moment, she came to the bedroom door. "Yeah?" Nejire looked over to see Toga looking slightly bored, like she hadn't just listened to them both orgasm loudly.

Dabi held out his phone. "Can you take a few? I need both hands."

"Sure." Toga moved over by the camera and crouched down level with them, while Nejire turned to face Dabi again. He ran his hands over her back as Toga snapped shot after shot. "Put your thumb in her waistband," she directed. "Hmm…lean forward a little bit. That's better. Nej, curve your back. Perfect."

Dabi swept the long, blue hair over Nejire's right shoulder. Then he leaned close and licked up the left side of her neck.

"That's hot," Toga said flatly. "Grab her hair."

Dabi put his hand on the back of Nejire's head, tilting her head so her neck was more exposed to him. His other hand slid up and down her back as he licked her neck again, slowly. His warm breath on her damp skin made her shiver.

"I got some really good ones," Toga said, handing the phone back to him.

Dabi scrolled through the photos, his mouth curling up on one side. "Unreal." He showed one to Nejire, and she was pleasantly surprised at how sensual it looked. In it, Dabi's eyes were on the camera, while just a hint of his tongue piercing was visible against her neck. Anyone who saw these photos would surely be tempted to pay for the full video.

Nejire got to her feet, still feeling a bit giddy. As Dabi messed with the camera, she took off the wig and put her shirt back on.

Toga yawned as she leaned against the door frame. "All done, then?"

Nejire bit her lip. "Actually… I'm gonna stick around and watch it back. You can go ahead back home."

Toga narrowed her eyes. "That's not what we agreed on."

"It's fine," Nejire insisted.

"Like hell it is. I'm not leaving without you." Toga stormed back over to the couch. "Door stays open."

The flat screen flickered on, and the beginning of the video began to play. Nejire watched herself climb into Dabi's lap. She was happy to see that the positioning hid her face perfectly.

As she watched the playback, Dabi came up behind her, his arm circling her waist. "Look at that," he said, his voice a soft rumble that made Nejire catch her breath. She leaned back against him.

On screen, he pulled off her shirt, his hands exploring her body. Nejire hardly recognized herself. The woman on screen was sexy and confident, nothing like Nejire herself. The loose curls of the wig hung nicely around her, making her thin frame appear softer, more curvy.

Nejire turned and looked into Dabi's eyes; his expression was unreadable. She slid her hands behind his head and pulled him in for a kiss. She sighed as Dabi ran his hand up her neck, cradling her face in his hand. Pulling her closer, he ran his fingers through her short hair as they kissed. It felt far more intimate like this, without the wig, than everything they had already done.

Dabi gasped as Nejire gently bit his lower lip. He pressed his tongue into her mouth, and she sucked at his piercing, making him groan. She could taste herself on him. His hands slid down her back, and Nejire waited for him to ease her towards the bed. Yet, he didn't. He seemed content to stay here, kissing slowly and passionately, for as long as she wanted.

Toga's angry voice snapped them out of it. "Nejire!" They pulled apart, confused.

"What?" Nejire snapped. She knew she sounded irritated, but she didn't care.

"Care to explain what's in here?" Toga was in the doorway, holding up Nejire's bag.

"I don't know," Nejire scowled, growing more annoyed. Dabi looked back and forth between them, clearly lost.

Reaching in the bag, Toga pulled out a handful of pill bottles. "What the fuck are you doing with these?"

Nejire scoffed. "Toga, calm down; those are my prescriptions."

"Really?" Toga raised her eyebrows. "So now your name is… Shuichi?" She tossed a bottle at Nejire. "Or is it Mako, or Chizuo?" She flung a pill bottle with each name. "I thought you were smarter than this!"

"Stop it, Toga!" Nejire's cheeks were burning. She ripped the bag from Toga's hands, and hurried to scoop up the bottles. "Do we have to do this right now?"

"Yes, we fucking do." Toga's eyes flashed with anger. "We're leaving." She grabbed Nejire's wrist and pulled her towards the door.

Nejire fought against her. "You're not in charge of me," she shouted. "I'm a grown adult, you don't tell me what to do."

Toga let go, but she looked more furious than ever. "Apparently someone needs to, if you're gonna pull shit like this."

Nejire rolled her eyes. "You're being ridiculous!" She looked to Dabi for support. "Tell her it's no big deal."

He shook his head slightly, looking stunned. "Are you taking all those?"

"You've got to be kidding me. You're gonna be like that? After-" She gestured to the bed.

Toga grabbed Nejire's arm again. "Let's go. See you around, Dabi."

Feeling defeated, Nejire let her friend drag her to the car, and they drove back to the apartment with Toga berating her all the way.