Something had changed. Since her period, Dabi had been strangely clingy. He wasn't velcro-ed to her by any means, but he wanted to touch her, fuck her, cuddle, whenever he was back from whatever he did.
He was also always texting, and not enjoying it.
She stretched, whirled her brush in the water, and stood from where she'd been painting for hours.
She had missed a few commission dates, unless her landlord handed over the art in her apartment. Especially the watercolors; the writer needed those to publish. It didn't matter; they'd have to find another artist and life would go on without her.
Ayumu was cleaning her brushes when the door slammed open. She spilled brackish water on herself. "What the fuck?"
Dabi was covered in blood. Whatever she was going to say died at the sight of him, those red stains and the wilderness in his eyes. The door shut with the same booming excitement and he stalked across the living area to the kitchen sink, pulling her into a violent tangle of tongue and teeth.
He shoved her to the bed and ripped the too-large tee over her head.
"Slow down." She laid a hand on his chest in an effort to halt his progress, but he wrestled her wrists into one grip and kept going, inside of her in seconds. "Fuck."
He hissed in pained pleasure, eyes fluttering shut at the feel of her around him. Even without preparation she was heaven.
"Dabi, it hurts," Ayumu tried again. Dabi groaned and lowered himself over her, his other hand now free to slap over her mouth.
Ayumu was already tender from regular (as in happening often, not as in vanilla) sex, and now he had pushed into her dry; she was grateful her body started working on lubrication, but that was going to sting later.
He was humping her rabidly, his flesh pounding hard enough she wondered if it would leave bruises on her hips.
"So good, so fucking good." It was the first she'd heard him speak since entering, but it was low, as though to himself. Dabi removed the hand over her mouth and replaced it with his lips, diving into her again. He maneuvered one leg up and pressed bruises with his tight grip.
There were tears streaming down her face when he finally voiced his climax while still plundering her mouth. He went still, slumped over her.
When his hands loosened on her wrists, she slammed her fists down into his back.
"Just— just gimme a minute." The softness of his words settled her hands back down; Ayumu frowned in confusion. As his pants died down, Dabi slid beside her, wrapping himself around her. After a long silence, he finally said, "Magne's dead."
Her head whipped toward him. "What—"
"Some yakuza fucked called Overhaul; he wants us to join his cause." He huffed. "Fucking took one of of Compress's arms too. Erased his Quirk and—"
"Erased his Quirk? How?" She had never heard of such a thing, but it piqued her mind.
Dabi sneered. "A fucking bullet. And he had the audacity to tell Shigaraki to contact him when things had 'cooled down.'" His hands began roaming her again, pinching at soft nipples and lush thighs. "Powerful fucker. The boss is gonna end up having to make a deal, but he's pissed. He's out for blood." He slid down her body and licked a strip down her stomach. "I could already see it in his eyes when we left; Overhaul will get his. And it'll be beautiful when he does."
Dabi pushed her legs apart, settling his forearms at either side.
"Aren't you worn out?" He had been gone more than a day to deal with League manners, and he had returned from a fight where they'd lost people. But here he was grinning that feral grin up at her as he lowered his mouth to her core.
"Who do you keep texting?" One of Ayumu's thighs was over Dabi's as they played a video game together. She was some kind of magical machine gunner and he was a sorcerer, but he has his controller on the opposite knee while fielding a text. He was usually annoyed, sometimes amused, often indifferent to whoever it was behind the screen.
Neon blue eyes gleamed. "You jealous, dollface? You know you're my number one girl." He squeezed the hand on her thigh for emphasis.
"Yeah, sure. If it's someone else you're fucking, tell them they need to up their game, because they are seriously lacking if you still manage to keep me up to insane hours.."
"Don't forget how I wake you up." he quipped with a grin. "Nah, this is just a possible League contact I'm testing out for Shigaraki. Dude's surprisingly needy for the number two hero."
She was confused for a moment, and it was good she hadn't voiced her first instinct; Dabi would not have taken well to that. However, it left her completely baffled, since that meant, "Hawks?"
The crimson-winged hero was the definition of youthful arrogance. "Too fast," some had claimed; if he was turning traitor, perhaps they'd been right.
"He talks more in text than he does on television," Dabi confirmed, snorting. "You'd think he'd be trying to figure out how to do what I told him to do if he wants to prove he's serious."
"What did you—" She bit her lips and turned away. It was something she neither needed nor wanted to know. Ayumu shook her head; this was all getting even more fucked She was grateful that there hadn't been any children involved lately, and what a thing to be grateful for.
Though, since there was a teenager in the League… "Toga should be in school," she murmured as they mowed through a horde of goblins.
"That'd work great. She'd come back covered in blood and talking about how many new best friends she had."
"She also needs therapy," was what she said next.
Dabi hummed and flicked one of her nipples through the thin t-shirt. "Didn't you tell me the same thing?"
"No." She shuffled slightly away from him on the couch. "I said you have daddy issues."
He paused and wove a fist through her soft hair, tugging it toward him. "That sounds like an invitation to play. We haven't fucked in—" he checked his phone— "six hours. I could go a few rounds." His phone vibrated and he glanced at it again, muttering a soft curse, then leaned forward to sloppily kiss her. "Boss calls. Be a good girl while I'm gone."
Saved by Shigaraki.
The woman was gorgeous, plump in that curvy, deliciously soft way, and she was rubbing circles on his thigh, licking her scarlet lips. Her tits were practically served up on a platter in the deep vee of her neckline.
"So do you wanna?" She lifted her brows and eyed him salaciously.
His heart was practically running up and down his ribs, his dick already hardening from the light scrape of her fingernails on his dingy jeans. He had tried to play it cool. "Sure. You got a place?"
"I thought we could go to yours," she pouted.
"Sorry, doll, I never take girls back to my place." He never had a girl to take back to his place; he didn't have a place either.
Serenity hummed. "How much stamina ya got, bright eyes?"
Fuck if he had a clue, though if how much he jacked off was any indication… "Enough to satisfy you."
She slipped from her stool and tugged on one of the belt loops of his pants. "C'mon, then."
Throughout the walk she teased him with words, eyes, and hands, playing with his hair and licking her lips as she eyed his awkward scarred body. If it weren't for the fact that he was ninety nine percent sure he was getting laid he'd be anxious about her appearance, especially compared to hers.
He was on her the second her door opened, his lips smashing into hers and kissing hungrily. This much he could do, he'd made out plenty of times.
She was so close to him in height that it was practically effortless to grind his hard on against her core, her tight skirt hiking up to accommodate him between her legs.
"Slow down, cutie." She pulled her face away, giggling. "Let's get to bed at least."
He looked in the direction she nodded to take in her small apartment, the highlight of which was a bed dressed in soft black sheets and blanket. He slipped his hands under her ass and hauled her to it, tossing her on the bed before crawling over her.
"Your hands are so hot," she groaned.
He sucked a hickey into one of her breasts before tugging her shirt over her head. "That's not all that's hot." One she was stripped bare, he laid wet kisses and bites down her body until he was at her apex, neatly trimmed and already soaked. This night was easily the best he'd ever had and it had only just started.
She groaned at the pleasure stroking at every sweet spot inside of her, the slick pulls sounding in time to the soft creaks of the bed. It was the contrast of the sensation she was experiencing now to the feeling of her own length plunging into heat was what snapped her into wakefulness.
Ayumu batted her lashes apart to see Dabi looming over her. He looked down at her with eyes that blazed when he saw her own.
"You were making the sweetest fucking sounds, doll. Dreaming of me?"
"Serenity," she murmured sleepily. Dabi paused, then smirked and resumed his pace.
"Haven't thought about her in a long time." He leaned down, nipped at her ear. "Did you like feeling me fuck her?"
She did, unfortunately. Serenity had been beautiful even without Dabi's preferences coloring her judgment.
"She had such a sweet twat. Did you get to taste it before you woke up?" She nodded against his cheek, licking her lips. "Bet you wish you could taste it for real, hm? Dirty girl. You'll let anyone use you, huh?" He flipped her onto her stomach so his ladder piercings could saw against the sweet spot at the front of her sex. She rocked her hips back and groaned. "I'll just have a party and invite all of my friends over to use my little slut, let you eat all the pussy your filthy little heart desires. Wash it down with cum to fill all of your holes."
"Dabi," she whined. Her hips tilted against him, desperate for him to hit deeper, basking in the fantasy behind his words (he couldn't be serious; outside the League did Dabi have any friends?) and the degradation.
"I can sell you to raise funds for the League." he released her wrists to wrap an arm around her throat and tug her body into an arc against his, the other strumming maddeningly at her clit. "You wanna be daddy's little whore? Fuck yeah, you do." She could only gurgle pathetically against the vee of his bicep and forearm. "Pretty girl. My pretty, perfect whore with her pretty, perfect pussy. I could probably sell you to some heroes in exchange for information. Think the winged wonder would sell out his comrades for a taste?"
She was tightening almost painfully, her core knotted up as her hands clung to his arm. Slobber drooled out of her agape mouth, her tongue hanging out.
"Aw, look at my pretty whore. Such a fucking mess for me. You gonna cum, baby girl?"
She whined with what little air she could.
"Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock while I pound you full of cum. Until you're fucking full of me." Her lashes batted together as she crested, her own fluids rushing out and drenching the pair as her pussy and core muscles spasmed in pleasure around him. He muttered a curse, burying his face in her neck as he was milked by her fluttering walls.
He positioned them as they came down enough to feel their bodies again, laying on his side of the bed since hers was a puddle, cupped her jaw in his palms so his fingers kept her mouth open. Dabi roamed it with his tongue, sloppy and hungry despite the post orgasm laziness settled in. When he laid back, he stared at her contentedly, tracing her cheek with one thumb.