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Dabi doesn't know when he passed out drinking, nor does he really care. He groans as his eyes struggle to open, wincing at the dim light from the bar. It's sometime past midnight, and Kurogiri must have left him asleep at the counter; otherwise, he would've been scolding him for not cleaning up after himself. The pile of empty glasses and bottles next to his smushed face showcases his sins, drowning his sorrows in drink after drink over the course of the night. Touya's coping mechanism tended to lean on drinking to forget over the years, particularly due to his body's rapid metabolic rate from his Quirk. The alcohol burned up in his system much quicker than the average person, so he tended to indulge heavily for the feeling to last.
A dull headache throbs somewhere between his eyes, and he grunts as he lifts his head from the sticky bar counter. Vaguely, he registers the presence of someone sitting beside him.
Is that what woke him up?
He squints, rubbing his blurry eyes as he hefts himself up straighter in his barstool, rubbing the indiscriminate mess off his cheek from whatever was on the countertop. He cringes when his staples pull slightly.
"Had a little too much fun last night, did you?" A voice chuckles.
It's Magne. She's one of the newer recruits to the League's ranks, and, regrettably, she seems to be taking a liking to the scarred villain. He feels her gaze on him more than anyone else's.
Dabi would be lying if he said he wasn't used to the stares…some were from his scars…some were for…other reasons. People trying to figure out who he is…what he is…it doesn't matter. He's grown accustomed to it, unfortunately. Sometimes, it still makes his stomach flip and his skin crawl, but he doesn't let it show on his face anymore. He returns the stares with a mirror of the disgusted expression he's struck with.
Magne, though, never looks at him like that.
Her eyes hold curiosity, but not the kind Dabi's familiar with…it's an innocent, pure curiosity, laced with something akin to desire. Dabi refuses to believe that's what it is.
No one could desire him.
Not in a million years.
Dabi replies with a muffled grunt as he rubs his eyes for a second time, putting his hands on the bar counter. His double vision begins to focus.
Magne takes a sip of her fruity-looking drink in an obnoxiously large glass. Either Kurogiri made it, or she managed to throw something together herself. Maybe she was a bartender in the past?
Dabi's attention shifts to the half-drunk beer sitting in front of him. He lazily reaches for it, cringing at the warmth of the bottle. He's definitely been out for a few hours. He brings it to his lips, ignoring the lukewarmness as he takes a swig.
"Y'know, you're cute when you're sleeping."
For a second, Dabi isn't sure he heard his comrade correctly.
"Huh?" He blurts, turning on the barstool to face her.
"Oh, uh. That was supposed to be a compliment," Magne laughs nervously, running her finger along the rim of her glass. "Guess now that I've said it out loud, it's kinda weird."
Through his half-drunk-half-groggy brain, Dabi processes what she's said.
"Are you flirting with me?" He raises an eyebrow.
"I have been for months now, thanks for noticing," Magne sighs, "I thought you were as smart as you were pretty, but I guess we're both full of surprises." She taps her fingers on the table as Dabi's eyes widen.
"In a boy way, I mean," Magne stammers, her nerves getting the better of her as she takes another sip of her drink, "If it's making you uncomfortable, I'll stop. Sorry. Guess I got a little too confident. And…I don't think you're dumb; I was just-"
Dabi cuts her off as he starts tipsily cackling.
"God, you're terrible at this," Dabi snickers, but he can't deny the blush in his cheeks. He can't remember the last time anyone ever complimented him in any sort of way. It makes a dull ache burn between his thighs. Her words cycle through his head.
'In a boy way…she knows.'
Dabi's never felt the need to disclose certain parts of his identity to his comrades…similar to his birth name, he didn't think it was pertinent information. As he'd told Shigaraki, he would tell them when he felt like they needed to know.
Magne, though…she was different.
Magne's path in life as a villain was paved with her desire to live in a world where she could be free…accepted…live her truth without oppression. Sure, her slight murderous tendencies also played a role, but Dabi doesn't know where that stems from. Maybe she grew up in a home like his. Maybe she grew up in a place where violence was normalized.
Dabi doesn't let himself dwell on it. At the end of the day, he doesn't really give a shit. Magne is his colleague…they both share a commonality…and now…she's coming onto him.
Dabi doesn't know how to handle this at all.
His eyes fall to her plump lips, freshly shimmering with lip gloss and sugary salt from the rim of her drink. Dabi takes another gulp of his mediocre beer, raising his head to meet Magne's gaze.
She isn't wearing her sunglasses, and her gray irises glitter beneath heavy lashes.
For a brief moment, Dabi's heart skips a beat within his chest.
"I-uh," Dabi stutters, clearing his throat. What were they even talking about? God, his brain is so fucking foggy.
A smug smirk plays at Magne's lips.
"Oh, and I'm the one that's terrible at this," She giggles, warmth blooming in her chest as she watches the healthy flesh of Dabi's cheekbones glow pink.
Dabi's never flirted with anyone before. Hell, he's never kissed anyone before. Dabi's never been even remotely romantic with anyone before. How is he supposed to navigate this?
Scriiiitch.
The sound of Magne's barstool sliding across the floor pierces through the air as she slides closer to Dabi.
He downs the rest of his drink as she leans toward him, and Dabi nearly faints when the sickeningly sweet smell of her perfume floods his nostrils.
Fuck, that smells ethereal.
"Why're you so nervous?" Magne waggles her eyebrows as beads of sweat drip down the back of Dabi's neck.
Is it getting hot in here?
Is he getting hot?
Dabi takes a deep, calculated breath as he tries to clear his thoughts. The heat in his gut throbs.
Is this just the drink, or is Dabi so attention-starved that it's making him horny? The longer he looks at Magne, the more attractive he thinks she is.
"Not nervous," Dabi lies through his teeth as his jaw clicks.
"Hm…something on your mind then?" Magne's voice lilts, and Dabi's eyes fall to her muscular thighs…her arms…
Fuck, she could probably tear him in half if she wanted to…and Dabi would just let her.
That's new.
Desire feels good, bubbling under the scarred villain's skin, pleading for more. More praise…does she want to touch him?
"Well…no…" Her voice trails off as she grabs her cocktail.
"Me either." Dabi's inhibitions disintegrate into the ether. "Wanna try?"
Magne nearly chokes on her drink, setting it back down.
"Are you asking me to kiss you?" She gasps delightedly, and Dabi awkwardly nods.
"I guess."
"I'll take it," Magne grins.
Dabi closes his eyes; he knows that you're supposed to do that at least.
There's weight on his shoulders and the back of his neck as she wraps her arms around him, and then, ever so delicately, Magne presses her lips against Dabi's.
Dabi breathes harshly out of his nose, his dull senses lighting up like a live wire as he tastes the drink on her lips. They're effortlessly soft, and Dabi instinctively moves to place his hands on her hips. He feels so small compared to her, and yet, she's making him feel like he's ten feet tall right now.
Dabi moves his lips, attempting to kiss her back, tenderly biting her bottom lip with the tiniest pressure. Magne whimpers in his mouth, and, fuck, Dabi's done for.
The noise makes his body shudder, fingernails digging into Magne's unbuttoned shirt; he wants to hear her make that sound again…because of him.
Dabi swallows a moan, trying his best to maintain his resolve as they kiss over and over and over again. It isn't long before one simple kiss has made them both lose count. Dabi's hand reaches up to cup the side of her face, fingers tracing over her smooth jaw, calloused palm resting against her cheek.
Magne leans into the gesture with a sigh that melts Dabi's brain, prompting him to flick his tongue at her bottom lip.
This time, Magne cards a hand through Dabi's hair, scratching his scalp in a way that pulls a pathetic moan from his throat. Magne slips her tongue into Dabi's mouth when his jaw relaxes, and she whines again when Dabi deadweights forward in her arms. He lets her explore his mouth, mind buzzing with a tingling euphoric sensation as she traces his hard palate, licking over his teeth and sliding over his taste buds.
Magne pulls Dabi into her lap as he leans forward, sitting him on one of her thighs.
For once, Dabi's thankful for his slightly scrawny frame; he's so turned on at how Magne can seem to toss him around like a Ken doll…as if Dabi's just a toy for her to play with…
Shit, he's learning more things about himself tonight.
A shiver runs down his spine when he realizes how spread his legs are braced over her thigh. He breaks from the kiss to catch his breath, a thin trail of spit still connecting their lips as they both stare at one another.
GWOOOO!
Dabi jumps to his feet, scrambling off of Magne as Kurogiri suddenly materializes behind the bar. Magne wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, face flushed as she smooths her shirt.
Dabi brandishes a sudden burst of flame in his left hand, burning the alcohol right out of his system as he glares at Kurogiri.
However, the Warp Gate villain merely walks over to Dabi's empty glasses, sighing and shaking his head as he moves to clean them up.
It doesn't seem like Kurogiri realizes what he's just interrupted.
Dabi turns to Magne with a pulsing desire between his legs. He doesn't want this to stop just because Shigaraki's keeper decided it was time to close the bar for the night. Magne recognizes his desperate look; she walks over to him and whispers in his scarred ear:
"We can go to my room…if you want somewhere more private."
...
...
Dabi wonders if he's going to faint when Magne kisses him in the darkness of her bedroom, guiding him closer and closer to her mattress.
"Can…can clothes stay on?" Dabi pants between sloppy kisses.
"Whatever you're comfortable with, dear," Magne coos as she brushes some of his sweat-slicked hair out of his eyes. "And if you change your mind later, that's okay, too."
Fuck, it feels good to be taken care of…and Dabi can't blame it on the alcohol anymore.
Dabi's stitched tongue is overwhelming in Magne's mouth, reaching places she didn't know were possible as her arousal pools in her core.
"Dabi," She moans, and it's music to the fiery villain's ears as his hands dance up and down her sides. Dabi grabs the low collar of her V-neck tank top, pulling her around to where he's the one backing her up to the bed. She lets him take the lead, sitting down and leaning back into the sheets while Dabi scrambles on top of her.
"Fuck, I wanna grind on you," Dabi mutters under his breath; it's his own way of asking permission.
"I'd like that," Magne huffs with a blissful grin, looking up at Dabi like he's a rare treasure to behold. Dabi swallows, trying not to focus on how his heart threatens to burst when he meets her gaze.
God, this is so pathetic…but it feels so good.
He splays his hands on her chest, breathing deeply as he tries to decide his next move. He doesn't wanna take his pants off…not with the way his scars tear across his legs, but dry humping in his jeans has never been pleasant…
Dabi hates his body enough as it is…but…Magne seems to like it…she seems to like him…
He should chastise her for having such poor taste in men later.
"Well?" Magne's voice tears him out of his train of thought and drops him back in the present.
It's dark in the room; Dabi can handle it.
"Pants off. Pants off, underwear on. Both of us," Dabi half-commands-half-asks.
"Fine by me."
Dabi climbs off Magne to unzip his pants and shake them off, leaving him in the shadows in nothing but his boxers and low-cut T-shirt. Magne does the same, tossing her pants somewhere off the side of the bed. Shaking, Dabi returns to his position on top of her, slowly lowering until he can feel his dick rubbing against her clothed clit.
The contact is pure ecstasy when Dabi rolls his hips.
"Fuck, Magne," He moans involuntarily before bending down to connect their lips. The kiss is raw and passionate, way more intimate than anything either of them has experienced. Hell, everything about this encounter is new to both of them.
Dabi's relentless when he grinds his hips, whimpering at the friction against his dick and his hole. Magne hums in pleasure as she sucks on his bottom lip, taking it between her teeth to tease before Dabi pulls away. He presses their foreheads together, looking down in the darkness where their bodies meet, separated by thin layers of fabric. He humps Magne as if his life depends on it, rhythm steady and deliberate and delicious to Dabi's senses.
"Look at you…so insatiable…you get off like this often?" Magne chuckles, and the heat in Dabi's cheeks burns fervently.
"You ain't been with anyone either. Can't make fun uh' me," Dabi retorts, and Magne shrugs with a soft smile.
"Guess you're right," She whispers before she kisses him again.
Dabi melts into the kiss, desire burning hot in the pit of his stomach and the small of his back as he focuses on the sensations.
"Such a good boy," Magne whispers in his ear, and Dabi almost breaks. The praise goes straight to his dick, and he quivers, slowing his movements so he doesn't come on the spot.
"You like that? You like being called a good boy?" Magne's smug beneath him, and Dabi clenches his jaw.
"Shut up." His voice comes out shaky and hoarse as he moans when she says it again.
Fuck, he's not going to last long. Magne's hands wrap around his waist, and he keens when he realizes how her fingertips almost touch when she grabs him.
Dabi feels her arousal pulse beneath him, and he throws his head back, eyelids fluttering closed as he concentrates on the building, tight warmth in his gut. He's confident that his pre has soaked through his boxers already, and he wonders if Magne can feel it, too.
"Gettin' close," Dabi grunts, breaths coming out hot and heavy as his movements grow erratic. His hands latch onto Magne's shoulders, holding on for dear life as the ecstasy reaches a fever pitch.
Dabi swears under his breath before his voice cracks, crying out as he comes, thighs shaking. The waves of pleasure surge through his body, and a whimper spills from his lips in embarrassment when he leaks through the fabric in an overwhelming burst. Magne moans beneath him, hips stuttering against Dabi's in a way that signals she got off.
The silence consumes them, save for their ragged breaths laced with the thin groans of the afterglow. Dabi collapses on top of Magne, capturing her lips in an intense kiss that's all tongue and teeth. Magne's hands run through Dabi's cheaply dyed locks, holding the back of his head as she eagerly returns his caresses.
Dabi's nerves are on fire, and it's not consuming him.
It's pure bliss.
The villains come up for air, only a few centimeters separating their lips as they stare at each other in the darkness.
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