Being Saturday, I ran errands, picking up some groceries and a small treat for myself from the store, dropping off my goodies at my apartment, then headed to a local bookshop, where I worked on weekends. As I stepped inside, the smell of the books instantly calmed whatever nerves lingered from last night's dream, like they always did. I check in with the elderly owner, chatting easily about books and life, then head to the back to start shelving the newest orders. I started with the highest shelves, adding the new books into holes where people had bought others, then moving down to adjust places where they leaned against each other, filling out the shelves until the main boxes were taken care of.

Dusting my hands off, I moved on to the other boxes of books. While the owner was a sweet old lady, she knew her audience, and a steady stream of steamy romance novels was always kept in the book store. I start sorting through them, shelving some and setting some aside, to be read later. While I'd never admit it to anyone besides the shopkeeper, I enjoyed the smutty romance novels just as much as the little old ladies who bought them. After shelving most of them, I took one or two back to the front desk to read during my shift, and settled into a deliciously spicy one about werewolves.

I had just gotten to one of the racier parts, the main male lead in the story finally claiming the female lead, when the little bell rang, announcing the presence of someone entering the shop.

I quickly hid the book, which had a shirtless man on the front, under the desk and greeted the customer, who I quickly realized was one of the shop's regulars. An older lady, hair grey and walking with a cane, who I affectionately referred to as 'kita', and who shared my interest in romance novels. She was spry for her age, and winked at me as she approached the desk.

"Any new deliveries?"

She asked, grinning like she already knew the answer. I blush slightly, then wave over at the shelves where the novels were kept.

"You know where they are. Don't make me any more embarrassed than necessary, please,"

I joked. Kita and I liked to tease each other about our taste in books, but it was the highlight of my day to see her. Kita chose a new book, one of the spicier ones, and brought it to the desk. I scan it, ringing it up.

"Your regular discount?"

Kita laughed, placing a coupon that the owner had given her on the desk, and I scan it, then handed her the book, smiling.

"100% off, as usual."

Kita smiles, patting my cheek, and leaves, the book safely in the small bag I gave her. I smile, then return to my book. The rest of my shift passes quickly, with no other customers and I being engrossed in my romance. Once back in my apartment, I decide for a bath, and as I'm sitting in the pleasantly hot water, I can't help but think of Dabi as the wolf in the novel I read, and I as the other lead. I blushed to think of it, but imagining his hand between my legs, his teeth on my neck, my breast, his hands in my hair…I jolted out of the daydream, face bright red at the thoughts.

I hurriedly dry myself and get ready for bed, dressing as I usually do, in an old, worn-out t-shirt and panties, dressed cooler for the summer heat. As I drift off, I find myself in a different dreamscape, this time in a lavish room, decorated like the castles used to be, in their glory. I run my hand gently over the arm of an ornate couch, marveling at the detailing in the wood.

There's a floor-length mirror on one wall, and I turn to find myself…wearing almost nothing. I startle, suddenly remembering that Dabi will likely be in this dream as well, and hurriedly search the ornate closet for anything to wear. I eventually find a beautiful dress, and hurriedly change, then turn to look at my reflection again. I look…stunning, the dress hugging every one of my curves and accentuating every asset I have. My wings, dove-grey, compliment the colors of the dress, and my hair, of its own accord, tumbles down around my shoulders in its golden waves. I frown slightly, noting the style of the dress.

It's quite short, nearly scandalous, and the amount of cleavage it's showing surely wouldn't have passed in a traditional time period, so it must be more modern. The door to the room creaks open and I turn, startled, to see Dabi, in a pair of black sweatpants, shirtless. I blush at the sight of his chiseled abs, the sweatpants slung low enough around his hips to see the V of muscles leading down to his…I shake the thought from my head, embarrassed enough. Dabi chuckles, seeing my blush, and leans against the door frame, looking me up and down.

"Not bad, little bird."

His voice is low, and it suddenly reminds me of my book earlier in the day, causing me to blush harder. Dabi stalks towards me with a smirk, and my eyes follow his every movement, studying the scars that practically cover his torso. Before I realize it, he's in front of me, tilting my chin up with one scarred hand to stare into my eyes.

I blush further, almost looking away, because with the way he's looking at me, my core's turned molten and I'm suddenly afraid he can sense it. He smirks, like he's read my thoughts, and leans down to whisper in my ear.

"I know I want me, little bird. I know you haven't been able to take your mind off of me all day…because I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. About those pretty little hands of yours or your pretty little face, that blush when you're thinking about something dirty…I bet you're soaking wet, right now."

I shiver slightly at his words, not from cold or fear, but the jolt of pure, undiluted lust that shoots through my system. Gods-damn me, but I'd let this man do just about anything to me right now, and he knows it.

He smirks again, backing me up against the wall not far behind me, and when my wings hit the wall, he braces an arm above my head, tracing the feathers on one of my wings. I shiver hard, the sensitive feathers almost being tickled. If he keeps going, he might not even get to touch me before I become a puddle of lust on the floor. But he smirks, tilting my chin up to look at him.

"Say it."

"Say…what?"

My thoughts are barely coherent at this point, the need for him nearly overwhelming.

"Say you're mine."

He strokes his hand down my wing again, and I nearly cry out with the pleasure of the touch. He leans in close again to whisper into my ear again.

"Say it and I release all this…pressure building up in you."

I'm trembling now, but manage to breathe the words

"I'm…yours…".

At the final word, Dabi grins ferally, leaning down to capture my mouth in a searing, branding kiss. I melt, and feel his arms slide around me, pressing me closer to him. A hand strokes down my back, tracing the zipper on my dress, and my lips part slightly at the grazing touch.

His tongue dives in, exploring my mouth, and I'm intoxicated by the brand of his touch, of the taste of him. He gently tugs on my zipper, pulling back slightly. His eyes are just as full of lust as mine, but he waits.

"If this is as far as I want to go, I'll abide by that."

He looks into my eyes, and I can tell that if I told him to stop, he would. If I told him to leave, and to never come back, he would. He needs me just as much as I need him, and I need him more than I'd like to admit at the moment, so I nod.

"I want this. I want you. Please."

His eyes soften at every word, and he leans down again, capturing my mouth in another searing, perfect kiss as he tugs the zipper down my back. The dress, sleeveless, slips down my figure, and in another moment, I'm stepping out of it, wrapping my arms around his shoulders to be closer, to get more of him. He chuckles into my mouth, guiding me with him, over to the large couch. He gently lays me down, then steps back to undo the drawstring on his sweatpants, letting them fall and revealing his already rock-hard cock.

I blush, not used to this kind of intimacy with another person, but he leans over me, kissing me gently. He takes his time, kissing and licking down my neck, finding the spot that makes me arch, a soft moan escaping as he chuckles, licking over the spot again before ever so gently biting down. I arch in pleasure, my moan louder than I'd expected.

He smirks against my skin and moves lower, a hand moving with him to clasp one of my breasts, as his mouth settles around my other nipple. The sensation is enough to make me gasp, eyes fluttering closed as he flicks his tongue across the taut bud, fingers gently massaging my other nipple. I writhe beneath him as he takes his time, before continuing his path downwards. He presses a kiss to my abdomen, then slides lower, smirking as he spreads my thighs and sees just how wet I am.

He dips a finger into my center, causing me to whimper slightly at the tantalizing invitation he's just barely denying. He smirks up at me, then delicately swirls his fingertip around my clit, eliciting a moan from me, needy for his touch.

"Sing for me, little bird."

With those words, he leans in, dragging his tongue up my center in a rush of feeling so overwhelming for me that I moaned the loudest yet, the moan turning into a whimper as his tongue circled my clit, drawing out the pleasure as I writhe before him.

As I grow slightly more accustomed to the sensation, he slides a finger into me, and I tighten, a whimpering moan floating down to him. He pumps the finger in and out, letting me adjust, just watching me. I'm coming completely undone, every motion of that finger in me drawing out new sounds, escalating that pressure inside of me, pleasuring me to an extent I've never known.

My wings are splayed beneath me, and my head is thrown back, eyes fluttering closed as he curls that finger, hitting an inner wall, then adding a second. The pressure in me builds to a breaking point, but I manage a few words.

"Dabi…I'm going to-"

He smirks, leaning in and replacing his fingers with his tongue, and that pressure explodes as he licks me, the wet heat from his tongue pushing me over that edge. I come hard enough to see stars, and he licks me through it, like he'll swallow everything I have to give. When it's over, I'm reduced to a trembling, pleasure-hazed state. He smirks, rising over me to gently kiss my forehead.

"We don't have to go all the way, little bird. There'll be plenty of time for that."

He slips back into his pants, then tucks a blanket around me before nestling in beside me, gently brushing stray strands of hair from my face.

I stay like that until he fades to shadow, woken up by something. No other dreams cross my unconsciousness for the night, and I'm startled awake by my alarm hours later, morning finally having arrived.