Teeth gnashed on the skin of your neck, the color now a mix of purple and red marks, like a watercolor painting made with Dabi’s love. His long tongue swiped strips down the side of it, the muscle wet with both his and your salvia. Strong hands hold your bare waist down on the bed, your intertwined, naked bodies flush against the other. The man lifted his head, pressing his nose into your messy locks, inhaling your scent. The cold piercings and staples dig into your skin, a stark contrast of your warm, flushed skin.

The Villain was drunk on his overwhelming love for you, body, mind, and soul.

”Mm…”

A low sound left his throat, as he dipped his head down to press kisses on your abdomen, above your naval. Scarred lips brushed across your skin, pushing you further back into the plush pillows on top of the sheets. He rolled his body against yours, making you arch your own against his firm one. Dabi moved up again, pressing his lips against yours in a passionate, yet gentle kiss.

Something was different this time, this night. What he was doing wasn’t lust.