#moonlight lines

You didn't want him to be right. But, you didn't want him to leave more. So you just scoffed and reclaimed his mouth on yours. Moaning into him as he nibbed at your bottom lip. Pressing your body into his and him doing the same, creating a comfortable rhythm between the two of you. You could feel the slick pool in your underwear. There was no way he didn't notice. Good thing you could tell he was equally as aroused with the lump in his pants. 

His breath tickled your ears as he said, "So are we doin it here, or do you wanna head back to your room?"

"Bed." 

Without responding he picked you up. Holding you so you stayed in the same position you were when you were sitting. You passively kissed his neck before he dropped you on your bed. It took you a second to right yourself, as the wind was kinda knocked out of your chest, but you were greeted with Dabi pulling his shirt off revealing the myriad of purple scars underneath. His eye shown in the dimly lit room paired with the predatory smile made your heart race more than it already was. 

"Like what you see?"

Without thinking, you said, "Yeah actually."

He laughed a little, it was gravely and dark, "Then strip." 

You weren't wearing pants when he arrived at your place, so there wasn't much else to take off. You took your shirt off to find him hovering over your hips. Kissing each side as he made his way down to your clothed lips. You tried your best to focus on unclasping your bra, which you cursed yourself for not taking off earlier in the night, but the feeling of his tentative lick up the length of your vulva was demanding your attention. 

He continued to tease you through your panties. Circling your clit at a snail's pace before sucking on it. Lapping up the slick that was slowly being replaced by his own saliva. Occasionally biting or kissing your thighs. Acting as if he's going to remove the thin barrier before returning his attention your slick. The occasional moan left your lips as you attempted to chase more friction. You pushed your body back into his face. 

"What?" he asked. "Does someone want something?" 

"You're teasing me." 

"So? What are you gonna do about it?"

You quickly tried to peel your underwear off, but he was quicker. Catching you by the wrist and holding both of them above your head with only one hand. His other hand sneaked under your panties and slowly rubbed your clit. Soft pants spilled from your mouth as you arched your back into the direct sensation, which despite being minimal was driving you crazy. You tried to catch his lips with yours but he pulled back again with a small laugh. 

"See, I told you you'd be easy to break." 

You could hardly reply. Your mind was lost in his hormones and his small ministrations.

Your words were slurred, "Please." 

"Say it 'mega," he said. "Come on." 

You couldn't figure out what he said. 

"You were right okay," tear welling up in your eyes. "Please Dabi." 

"As you wish." 

He released your wrists, allowing you to pull off your ruined underwear as he unbuttoned his pants. For a second you were both sad and concerned to see how much of his body was covered by scars. Ones that did not necessarily appear to be self-inflicted. But you were quickly distracted by what he had the audacity to hide in his pants. It wasn't monstrous, but it wasn't anything to scoff at. A decent length but a delicious girth. 

Luckily this time he didn't have any snarky remarks to your obvious stares. He just returned to your lips. Grinding himself into you in a pleasant rhythm, capturing your lips in a fever, hardly giving you a chance to breathe. He nipped at your ear and without thinking you exposed more of your neck to him. He gave your neck a few love-bites before moving to sit on his heels. He began lining himself up at your entrance when you had a moment of clarity. 

"Wait!" you said.

"What?"

"Condom."

He rolled his eyes, "Thought you were on birth control?"

"Yeah but I would prefer not to risk pregnancy more than once a month," you said. 

"I'll mark it in my calendar then," he replied. "Where are they?" 

You told him where they were and he left to go put one on. You felt kind of bad for killing the flow of the moment, but you'd rather be safe than sorry. Especially since you didn't know the last time he had an STD test. God knows how many other people he's sleeping with. 

He returned to his spot between your legs before saying, "Did you miss me?"

"Desperately," you replied with a smile. "Now please can you finally fuck me?" 

Without a word, he latched himself to your clit. Figure-eights mixed with furious flicking overwhelmed your senses. You weren't even sure if your mouth was just open or if you were screaming. Short, shallow breathes escaped your chest. You could feel it building. Your eyes closed. Your stomach clenched. You could feel the ball-

And he stopped. 

Smiling like an idiot. 

"Huh?" was the only thing you could muster. 

Instead of speaking he just kissed you. You could taste yourself on his lips as he tangled his hand in your hair, tugging gently before cupping the nape of your neck. Your eyes could barely focus as you pulled apart for air. He laughed under his breath, leaning into my ear. 

"See," he said. "You break so fully." 

He bit your ear, "You break so easily." 

He kissed your scent gland, "So beautifully."

At this point, your brain stopped working. 

You instinctively pushed your neck into his mouth. Even as he was kissing and sucking hard enough to leave bruises, it wasn't enough. You needed to be closer. You need to be bred. You needed to be marked. 

You rubbed your body up into his. Becoming more and more frantic in your movements. You were just so close, so close to something you had neglected for so long until recently; and he just took it away from you. 

He placed his hand onto your abdomen, pushing down lightly, detaching himself from your neck. 

"Use your words 'mega." 

His words had little-to-no-meaning at that point. Just nonsense that kept his mouth from yours, his body from yours. But, he wasn't budging. 

"Sex," you panted. "Now."

He lowered himself slowly. 

"Please."

"As you wish baby," he said. 

He lined himself up and (surprisingly) inched his way in. Sighing as he bottomed out. Up until then, you almost thought that he wasn't affected by the hormones in the room. But, once he bottomed out his breaths became ragged. Arms shaking on either side of your face as if it was taking every ounce of his power to not hide his nose in your neck. To make you his. 

You rolled your hips up into his as much as you could. Savoring the feeling of his penis hitting a wall inside of you. You weren't quite sure if it was your cervix or just a curve within you, but you decided it wasn't important. 

He must have got the message as he began to pull out and thrust back in, though, at a slow controlled pace. As if he didn't trust himself to let go this time. Neither of us was uninhibited by liquor and was conscious of his actions more than the previous drunken encounter. But even in this state, you knew what would make him snap. 

"Come on," you whispered in his ear. "Show me what you really got, Alpha." 

He stilled for a moment. Processing your words with the last shred of sense he had left. He groaned, growled almost, before his hand snapped around your neck, squeezing on either side. 

"Don't say that if you don't mean it 'mega." 

Before a word could fall from your lips it was replaced with a scream as he laid into like you were a toy. In and out. In and out. Seemingly hitting deeper and deeper every time. There was a faint slap from the skin on skin in the background, and if it hurt you could tell. As you brought your knees closer to the bed, making as much space for him as possible, bringing him in as close as possible. With the everso faint scrap of his staples occasionally catching on whatever exposed skin they were closest, you could focus on a single feeling. 

His hand moves from my neck, bracing itself against my headboard instead. The other hand was holding up my lower back, angling my hips upwards and thrusting deep inside of me. I could feel the slams of his hips ripple through my skin. 

Then, again, he stops. 

I shout, "What the fuck Dabi. That's twice now." 

"Don't wanna cum yet," he said. "Roll over so I can't watch you." 

Sure, that's what's happening. 

You rolled your eyes and did as he said. Bracing yourself with your weight on your forearms, back arched, ass up. You waited a bit before swaying your hips side-to-side and looking back over your shoulder, checking to see if he was okay. And he was just sitting there, staring at you. Laying in wait. 

"If you're just going to edge me and leave me high and dry you can go," you said frustrated. 

He shook his head, inhaled, and swiped his nose. Almost as if he was mentally stretching. 

"Lost my breath bad," he said. "My quirks no good for my body." 

He laughed solumly. 

"I'm sorry Dabi, I didn't know." 

"You're good," he said. "And trust me, I want nothing more than to fuck your brains out, but my lungs just don't agree with me all the time." 

You were about to roll over and ask if he just wanted to cuddle and spend the night instead, when he grabbed you. 

"Hey, I thought you desperately wanted to fuck," he said. "And now you're turning around and acting like we aren't doing anything." 

"I mean if your body can't take it-" 

Still on all fours, he leans of your back, reclaiming his spot right next to your ear. 

"Don't worry about me 'mega," he said. "If I couldn't take it you definitely wouldn't be able to." 

And with that, he reentered your body. Initially, he leaned back, kneeling almost upright, balancing himself with his tight grip on your hips. Head thrown back with a steady pace, panting softly. You were trying to meet his body, but your tired body was having trouble keeping the rhythm. 

He grunted and without warning pulled out all the way before leaning over you and diving back into you. You cried out both in surprise and pleasure, opting to place a corner of the nearest pillow in your mouth to muffle you. The new, faster rhythm, hit far deeper in you than before, making your toes curl. 

As you continued to moan, again and again, Dabi growled. Nipping at your ears and grazing your neck. Whispering borderline incomprehensible "nothings" into your ear. 

You feel so good [Y/N].

Your fucking mine. 

I'm gonna breed the shit out of you, I'm gonna...

..swollen stomach...

...cum leaking...

And so on. 

He was thrusting so hard that your body had moved, your face pressed into the headboard. Your legs were beginning to shake as his brutal pace continued, only to be turned into complete jelly when he relocated his hand to your clit. Rubbing frantically, messy in every way, but mind-numbing nonetheless. You couldn't stop the noises coming out of your mouth as the ball began to form in the pit of your stomach again. Tears peaked at the corners of your eyes and you touched into the feeling and nothing else. Clenching, holding your breath, getting closer and closer and-

Finally. 

You felt the long-awaited relief of your own orgasm. Your belly twitching, legs convulsing, vagina clenching. You felt the excess of slick rush out of your body and you quickly become overstimulated. But you didn't want to stop, not after being shorted two times before. 

Dabi must have noticed when he said, "You're doing so good 'mega. Just a little bit more, okay?" 

And you basked in his words. Droll dripping down your chin as you pant between cries and moans, as his fingers never stopped. You were no longer able to support the weight of both of you as your arms crumpled beneath you, leaving only your jelly legs to support you for the time being. 

But, soon enough you felt the ball tighten in your stomach once again. Tears fall from your eyes as this orgasm comes faster and not without pain. 

"Please, Dabi," you sob out. 

With that, he bit into the pillow next to you. Burying himself deep inside of you as cum fills the condom inside of you and his knot swells. His hips give a few shallow thrusts to milk the last of his orgasm out before removing himself from the pillow. 

Once the two of you caught your breath, then began the awkward struggle of moving so that both of you could lie down comfortably. Thankfully it didn't take too long before you two were comfortably spooning. You could feel his breath blowing through your hair as you traced your finger around his hand. Going over every ridge, every scar, every staple, just taking in the small part of him you had access to at the moment. There was an irony to that, as his penis was currently stuck inside of you for the next 20 or so minutes and his other are was nestled nearby. But this part was yours to explore and you were content with that. 

You sighed. Letting the post-knot hormones fill your nostrils and begin to lull you to sleep. You tried your best to twist your face around to see him but hit his head in the process. 

"Why?" he asked. 

"Sorry just," you hesitated. "You can stay the night if you want to." 

"Mhmm." 

"No, Dabi, like stay the night stay the night." 

It was his turn to sigh, "I'll decide after I recover from the concussion you just gave me." 

Did he remember your address but not your name? Whatever. You sent him your address and smiled to yourself, trying to not overthink things. You just liked the attention, nothing more nothing less. It was nice to have such an attractive man interested in you. Even if it was just carnally. You figured it would be funny when, sooner or later, he had to call you and ask you where you were. You didn't, however, get up to get your next beer when you finished the one in your hand. Some part of you really did hope he would find his way to your place. So, you sat and waited like a dog waiting for its master to come home.

You winced as soon as that thought crossed your mind. Great way to reinforce stereotypes [y/n]. You thought to yourself. Even if no one else could see, you hated being viewed like that. You never hated being an omega, it made sense even as a child. What you did hate was being called weak and being treated like you were only good for mating. Even still, sometimes everyone has to indulge their instincts. It can get dangerous if you don't.

Your mind began to drift back to middle school sex ed. The dangers for omegas and alphas both when they neglect their baser instincts. Not only for themselves but possibly for their partner too. You tried your best to shake the thoughts from your mind. The comfortable buzz that clouded your brain made it harder to control where your thoughts went.

You leaned back to look at the microwave. 10 minutes. A sigh made its way from your chest. Would he even call to admit he's lost? Or would he just give up and forget about it?  You decided this was getting depressing. An alpha gives you a crumb of attention and this is how you act?

You draped your arm over your head, "Come on dude," you said to no one. "It can't have been that long, has it?"

You sat back you. Fuck has it been that long? You tried to remember your last few casual partners and they had all been betas. Your last heat had been spent alone. Sure your last relationship was with an alpha but that was what two? Three years ago now? The realization that you had been neglecting yourself hit you all at once.

Now it was really going to suck if he never showed up.

The dread was back. And in full force. You felt yourself starting to spiral. You knew it was dumb to get this upset over someone you had essentially talked to twice, but you couldn't help but stare at the door. Listening as hard as you could. Holding your breath. You quickly checked your phone. No calls. No texts. Nothing. 15 minutes.

You felt stupid for getting your hopes up. I mean come on [y/n], you saw him, you talked to him. Did you really think he's not the type to pump 'n' dump? Admitting defeat you got up to go pee. The beer hit your blatter all at once and some stupid alpha wasn't going to change that.

When you got back to that couch, you checked the time again. 18 minutes. Another sigh. Maybe you should redownload that A/O dating app Chiyo is always talking about. Maybe you should just go to sleep. Maybe you should just-

Knock Knock Knock

You get up to answer the door to find Dabi leaning on the door frame with a wolfish grin palstered across his face.

"I'm surprised you actually came," you said.

"Dont worry, [y/n]," Dabi said. "I'll come regardless."

You rolled your eyes, "I can't believe you found this place without asking for the address."

"I gotta good nose," he said. "I just followed the smell of a pissed but aroused omega."

You scoffed.

"Hey, it worked didn't it?"

"Cut it pretty close, not sure if I'm still in the mood," you said.

"Don't worry," he said walking into your apartment. "You will be soon enough."

As you shut the door he mad himself comfortable on the couch. You might as well indulge yourself while he's here. It's not like he'll be over regularly anyways.

"You said you were going to prove it, right?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Then do it."

Small blue flames encased his finger tips as the wolfish grin made it's way back to his face. It shouldn't have, but as soon as you saw the flames it set your stomach on fire. There was something ungodly enticying about how dangerous you knew he was. The worst part is you knew he knew it. It didn't really matter to you, it just meant you had a means to an end for the night.

"Is that an invitation?" Dabi asked.

"Don't make me repeat myself again or I'll kick you out."