Morally Dark

9

CW: wild experimenting author. 

Kiddos please skip to next chapter(you won't be missing much).

All the stupidly horny kids proceed with caution. The floor is sticky.

Izuku POV

I let my head fall onto his shoulder, revelling in the comfort his presence offered me. If I could, I would stay in this moment forever.

A droplet slowly trickled down my freckles.

"I missed you" I whispered into the fabric.

Dabi lifted my chin and gently kissed the tears that were now falling from my lashes.

"I'm right here, love." He kept repeating softly.

I stood rooted to my spot memorising the details of the man in front me. The way the tips of his hair stuck to his forehead. His brilliant blue eyes that would light up every time I "let" him defeat me. The three moles that dotted his nose. I wanted to touch them, to kiss them. I wanted to feel the cold, metallic taste burn my mouth as I let my tongue slowly make its way down his ear. I wanted to feel his skin on mine.

And for the first time in a long time I knew I could finally do whatever I wanted. Because this man, right now, looked like he would drop everything and just be in my arms.

I wanted to run my fingers, my tongue all over his body leaving red bruises in my wake. A warning so no bastard could even set their sights on him.

My arms suddenly revitalised, inched painstakingly close to his hips teasing the tightening fabric around his waist.

He whimpered and closed his eyes.

"Ugh get a room you two," a disgusted voice said from behind us.

In response, Dabi moved his hand down and gave my butt a cheeky squeeze. I yelped at the sudden provocation.

He whispered to me, loud enough for the others in the room to hear. "Oh. Look at all these people, Izu. We've got to give all these sad, single people something to be jealous of."

My voice dropped dangerously low. "Seeing you in my arms, anyone would be jealous."

Something in his eyes flashed. He suddenly turned and dragged me out of the bar, out of the prying eyes, to his bedroom. Before the door could even close, he pinned me against the wall. His body covered mine but his eyes wandered.

"What a cliché" the words came out of my mouth embarrassingly breathy.

My body betrayed my words, my hands now in his hair pulling him to me desperately.

He obliged, roughly slotting his mouth against mine. It was almost like he wanted to shut me up. And I didn't mind it one bit. I gasped for breath as I broke from the dizzying kiss.

He grasped my wrists and mercilessly pinned them above my head. He stepped back as if to marvel at the sight in front of him. I whined, beckoning him to come closer.

He moved forward and slid one of his legs between my own and pressed into the denim. Now, nose to nose he smirked at my obvious desperation.

"Daabi.." I drawled, patience wearing thin.

Fine.

If this was how it was going to be, I might as well take matters into my own hands.

I hooked my right leg around his knees. Surprise coloured his face. Swivelling his body in one fell swoop, I pushed him down. He thumped to the floor with me above him.