𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ➣ Dabi

tension

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"OW," you squeal as Dabi drags you along, not even noticing his small flames are burning you. "Dabi," you say. You try pulling your hand away, digging your heels into the ground to stop him. But he's so strong. His grip is too strong you can't pull away from him.

"Dabi," you try again.

He doesn't listen. He's too blinded by anger to even think. You try grabbing his arm with your free hand to get him to let you go but he's persistent on keeping you in his grasp. He just yanks you forward, almost making you trip over your feet.

"Dabi," you whine.

His grip only tightens as he drags you up the stairs, again, almost making you trip in the process. And his hand, it's burning. It's getting hotter every second. It hurts. It hurts so badly.

"Dabi."

Nothing.

"Dabi."

A grunt.

"Dabi!"

"WHAT?!" he yells, shoving you against the wall, getting oh so close to you, and slamming his fist on the wall above your head. You flinch, gasping as a hand flies to muffle your sobs and the other wraps around your waist, making you smaller. "Shit. Don't cry. You cry all the time."

"You were—were burn—burning me," you stutter, hiccupping on sobs.

He sighs, lifting your burnt hand and gently touching it. It's worse than the other time he burned your upper arms. But with a little lotion and ointment you should be able to heal properly. Maybe with a light scar left over. But that's it.

You gasp, sucking in breaths as tears line your cheeks, leaving a soft trail behind. He sighs again and leans closer, almost pressing his body up against yours.

"Shh," he murmurs, caressing your cheek. "No need to cry, Doll. You're okay."

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to stop the tears. But you open them when Dabi's thumb runs across your lips. He drags his thumb down, your bottom lip going with it till he lets it go. And then he does it again. This time harsher, letting his thumb glide over your lips like he's mesmerized with them. And then he drags your bottom lip down. Your breath is shaky but at least you're not crying much anymore. You're too distracted by him to even think about crying. And then he does it again. But this time, he shifts his hand so he's grabbing your face and he shoves his index finger into your mouth. He doesn't stop till you gag, squeezing your eyes shut. He groans and takes his finger out. He then slowly drags it down your scar till he reaches just above your chest. Your face is hot, your heart is pounding in your chest, and you can't control your breathing. He leans down and licks a tear off your cheek, making you suck in a breath. And instead of moving his face away from you, he stays there, his hot breath tickling your cheek and sending shivers down your spine. You slowly close your eyes, not even realizing that your hands have rested on his chest, fisting his shirt in your grasp and tugging him closer.

"Dabi," you whisper.

He leans down and places a gentle kiss on your neck. Shocking from him. You'd be lying if you say you haven't dreamt about how he would kiss you. With his personality, with his tough demeanor, you figured he'd be rough. You almost want him to be rough. Not that gentle kiss on your shoulder.

And then he gets rougher. His teeth scraping your skin as he sucks, forming a bruise on your neck. You bite your lip. He smirks. Tilting your head back to give him more access, you wrap your arms around his neck instead, pulling him closer to you. Your head is empty. Your thoughts muffled by the feeling of pleasure when he bites the junction between your neck and shoulder. You can't help but let a little moan escape your lips, which only makes him scoff in satisfaction. His hands tug at your waist to bring you closer to him.

"You like that?" he whispers, his tongue lapping over the bite mark.

You nod weakly.

"Use your words, Doll," he says.

"Yes," you choke out. "I liked it."

"Good girl," he says roughly.

He moves up, closer to your lips, dragging sloppy kisses up your jaw till he's hovering over your needy lips. He smiles. Instead of kissing you, he lets his tongue run along your lips. And then he leans closer. Your lips barely brushing against each other. You're ready for him to just kiss you. To seal the gap. But he doesn't. He's hesitating. Or teasing you. Just when you're about to lean closer and seal the space between your lips, you're interrupted.

"Dabi?"

Dabi jerks back and you whip your head to see Shigaraki and Twice staring at you. Toga hops up the stairs a moment later, her bounce stilling when she looks between the four of you.

"What's going on?"

Shigaraki opens his mouth to speak but it's Dabi who answers in a gruff tone. "I'm going out. Don't wait up for me." He takes off, shoving past the group, not even bothering to look at you on the way. You're left with his touch still lingering along your neck and jaw. You're left with red hot cheeks and a longing for more.

You hurry off into your room before anyone can say anything. At least, that's what you think before Shigaraki steps into your room. You frown and ignore him, instead, crawling on your bed and hugging your knees to your chest.

"I need you to come with me tomorrow."

You look up at him.

"You can relax. I won't hurt you if that's what you're worried about. Dabi made sure of that." He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, crossing his arms in the process. "But I want you to come with me for. . . work reasons."

You raise your eyebrows. Where's he going? Why do you have to tag along? Why can't Toga go? Or Twice? Or Dabi? Why you?

"We're going to Giran's. You're getting a villain costume. Understand?"

Nodding, you sigh. A pawn. That's what you are. To everyone. Including Dabi. He doesn't want you and doesn't want to kiss you. You're a pawn, a puppet even. You are not his lover nor his friend. You're colleagues. And that's it. Because in the end, he's worse than you are. And he won't be able to treat you right because he's heartless and he doesn't know how to love. He's not a good guy and he's most definitely not the guy for you. 

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