Butterflies Dabi x OC

20. Oh shit🔥

"Look pretty, im trynna lose you.." Dabi spoke low in my ear. His almost evil demeanor quickly sobered me up for a few seconds. My instincts felt as thought he meant something deeper then just trying to lose me, as in get me off him.

Dabi's POV:

Not only did I feel as though I had to stay by her, even though I'd really like to leave this dance floor. Too many men looked like as soon as I let her go, they'd come and snatch her up.

Why not let them take her? Maybe they'd hide her away and you would never have to see her face again.

Well...not only was every man in a 2 feet radius of her looked like he wanted her. Whatever dance move this is has me fucking stuck. It's unexplainable how good it feels when she grinds against my boner.

"Let me run you out of here, sweetheart." I say low into her ear, making sure my lips brushed against her neck slightly. I purposely made my tone not match the vibe of the moment, like if I made a fire in the middle of a child's birthday party. For the purpose of making her uneasy.

Once she became uneasy, she sobered up after hearing my words. Once she slowly stopped dancing against me, my hands caressed her sides rather roughly. Still pretending on the outside that we belonged on the dance floor. I could almost feel the shiver down her spine at my touch, not knowing what to say or do.

There you go... imma run yo body... make you nervous..

"Don't let yourself forgot who I am, drunk or not. I'm still a fucking villain." I say, at this point I don't know if I'm trying to convince her or my damn self. I naturally scared away most people, but she's hard to shake.

As she stands still not knowing what to do, trying to fight her drunk-ness, I push her off me rather roughly. Hoping that my unfriendly demeanor would be enough to drive her away from the league.

Off instinct, she tries to walk through the crowd of people to get off the dance floor. When I harshly pushed her off me, my hand slightly grazed her ass.

Damn, it ain't ever been this hard to not give a girls ass a little squeeze.

It never mattered who I was with, I could always turn on any emotion I wanted. If I wanted to burn a girl to crisp, or have sex with her, not touch her, or be all over her. I was in control. But now it just seems like I'm fighting for control, with this drunky.

"You're no fun.." Brooklyn sighed as we walked off the dance floor.

"I'm not supposed to be, sunshine." I say gently as if I wasn't just threatening her with my dirty words in her innocent ears a second ago.

I see she's struggling to get around, or un-blur her vision from all the alcohol to find the exit. My hands almost off instinct every time I saw her close to tripping, immediately reach out and grab her. It became like a challenge for me.

See how long it takes before your hands hurt at the fact that you won't allow them to catch her when she falls.

Why. My hands ache. Why go through all that for little Ms drunky?

Wow, that wasn't long at all Touya.  Your hands couldn't have hurt that bad, hm?

My hands rested heavy on her sides, if I tried hard enough both my hands could touch each other with how much big and taller I was compared to her. My touch put her at ease since she didn't need to worry about falling anymore.