⇢ personal note: teamwork with @/crumbly-scrombly— thanks so much for this
He's waking you with a gentle kiss to your lips, shifting in the bed to whisper in your ear "Morning babe."
"G'morning," you mumble, your mind still clouded with sleep.
Dabi's fingers trace from your navel down your belly, over your mound into your panties and start rubbing slow circles over your sensitive nub. It instantly ignites a warmth in your core, one that you desperately need him to turn into blazing heat.
He keeps increasing his pace before slowing down again, the bliss you're feeling carrying you up and down like the tidal waves of the ocean.
But even though you mewl and beg for more, for him to go harder he shushes, "Quiet babe, trust me on this one."
When a thin sheen of sweat covers your body, when your eyes fall shut with pleasure, he's shifting, guiding his warm body on top of your and in between your legs, slowly prying them apart with his weight.
You feel him slowly rubbing his hardening cock along your folds and you bite your lip, wrapping your arms around his neck to nudge him further on, just a little. Pulling him down, your lips meet, tongue dipping out to taste him.
“C’mon Dabi, don’t tease me–” you desperately gasp between open mouthed kisses.
“It’ll pay off, just lemme do my thing,” he mumbles lowly, the pressure between you two building up.
His smokey scent is on you and his warmth nauseating. You want him – no – need him, sweet whimpers involuntarily escaping your throat as you rub up against him, earning a few hot gasps from Dabi.
He looks at you and gently cups your cheek with his rough hand, loving the way you need him but also torn on keeping you waiting.
Pushing his lips onto yours and shoving your panties aside, he can finally give you the thick fill of his cock you frantically crave.
His hot, spongy tip prods at your eager entrance and then he slowly inserts himself. It's so intense, the way he leans into you, his lips tracking the lines on your neck, it has you arch your back in an instant.
Dabi reaches down to firmly intertwine his fingers with yours, sinking into you in a steady, slow rhythm. The bed creaks gently as his dick drags along your tight walls and you can really feel every vein, every ridge, every time he bottoms out and his tip just kisses your cervix softly.
You can't help but notice how lovestruck he looks, how he takes this much time to worship you, kissing you repeatedly, gripping you closer to him as if you could just disappear at any given moment.
You hear his soft low groans each time you clench down on his cock, your toes curling in bliss, your nails digging into the back of his hand.
"Touya, harder, please–" you beg but he shakes his head, continuing his agonizingly slow pace.
You start to sob realizing that you cannot touch yourself to relieve the lingering ache coiling in your belly because your hands are imprisoned by Dabi's strong grip.
You are helplessly trapped in this gentle pace. He doesn't go hard enough on you to crash you straight into the orgasm. No, he prefers to torture you gradually, giving you pleasure in slow ebbs and flows. You can't help yourself, you need him further, so you wrap your legs around him, pushing Dabi’s hips deeper into you.
It's almost pathetic how much you beg and mewl for him. If it wasn't for Dabi's steel will he would’ve already flipped you into a mating press, pressing his hard throbbing cock into your wanton walls. But this, this is careful, planned, he knows this all will be worth it, and so he just keeps kissing you apologetically.
His mismatched lips tasting you as he presses them on you, his heart racing along as he keeps up this agonizingly slow and steady pace. But also loving to hear your sweet sounds of pleasure, wanting him this much, this fire of lust consuming the both of you.
He wants to keep this going as much as possible – thrust by thrust, drag by drag – bottoming out slowly again and again, the intensity hitting differently.
You start moaning louder as he steadily pumps his hard cock in and out of your swollen cunt. Each powerful thrust is deliberately timed to your breathy gasps, each shove is calculated to ensure maximum friction and pressure against your rippled warm walls.
"M gonna… fill you up with my… cum–" Touya mumbles, completely drunk on you, whispering praises and love confessions to you.
"Gonna put a baby inside of you–" he bottoms out once more before slowly dragging his cock along your tight walls.
“Mmh, you're gonna look so good as mommy," his grip on you tightens and his words slur as he loses himself more and more in pleasure.
“'M Gonna fill you up to the brim,” his hips shake, he is about to burst, "Gonna make a happy family with you–"
He is so delirious on your pussy he doesn't even realize he is allowing himself to daydream a better future with a family that actually wants him, a family which doesn’t see him as a mistake.
A family with you.
Your head starts spinning from his words and you go limb underneath him. He has to restrain himself to not go harder, not to impale you on his throbbing cock.
Bottoming out particularly hard, you clench up around him, a breathy moan falling from your lips. His hips strutter and he halts for a moment, having to use all his concentration and willpower not to cum right then and there.
You feel so amazing, with your soft warm gummy walls clenching him oh so well and his cock is twitching, he's feeling his balls starting to tense up and manages to breathe out between clenched teeth, "B-Bite me, now!"
And you do. Without thinking, your teeth sink into the soft flesh of his shoulder and for a moment there's just this pain slicing into his brain but it's all he needs to continue. With his senses back and his cock stills, he continues dragging his hard girth out of you – just to press back in at this agonizingly slow pace that has you soon see stars.
He's so into this he doesn't want it to end. But the delirious expression you have on your sex-flushed face as you're starting to climax excruciatingly slow is all he needs to drive him even further, continuing his pace, angling his dick just a bit differently inside of you.
It all starts in the tip of your toes and fingers, rippling in small waves through your body. It feels like you're floating, and everything around you fades as the orgasm reaches its peak, a warmth filling your core, spreading through your body and rolling in gentle waves through your body.
Continuing to drag his cock along your pulsating walls, he prolongs your euphoria, every time he bottoms out a new wave of warmth and pleasure rolls through you.
He's driving you crazy with this level of stamina, and he soon switches his position, flipping you over so that you’re in his lap, slowly meeting his thrusts, gasping and panting along with him, naughty squelching sounds emanating from your pussy in tune with the soft creaking of the old rusty bed.
And you're still so out of it, you can't move, body like putty. He's holding you up as he slowly fucks into you, sucking in a nipple to roll his tongue around it, taking on the other before leaning his head against your chest.
Looking up at you, he sees that you're just as in love as he is and, both of your hearts beating in sync as they do everytime the two of you join together. And it almost feels like one completes the other in a wonderful way, as if two souls become one whole making you soon cum again.
He's dripping with your juices right now, a ring of frothy white at the base of his cock from you cumming so often. Instinctively, his arms wrap around you while he takes in your scent.
And then he can't hold back anymore, he feels his orgasm bubbling up, his guts tensing, and he presses his face between your breasts, where your scent is the strongest, so irresistible and intense.
He wants to thrust up so badly, wanna give in to his urges but he holds himself back, edging himself subconsciously and then he feels it. The intense heat starts in his crotch, rippling through his body in waves and he shudders out a groan, breathing hot against your skin while he feels his balls tightening up, his cock starting to twitch when he unloads his pearly essence into your warm womb.
Pleasure crawls up his spine, making his vision blurry as he continues to drag his length in and out of you, cock still splurting and twitching. It makes you clench around him again, cumming for yet another time. Your head falls back and you slump down on him, impaling yourself on him even more.
Sweaty, warm skin pressed against each other, you both come down from your high, his calloused hand tracing the curve of your back. Regaining your breath, he slowly gets soft inside of you and you feel him scooting down on the bed, taking you with him.
His cock slips from your tired heat, leaving a trail of your combined release behind as he lays down with you, rolling over on his side.
His arms circle your waist while his nose presses into your soft hair, breathing a merely audible, "I love you… s'much."
You feel him caress your belly unintentionally and your cheeks go ablaze, knowing just too well what he is implying. Closing your eyes, your heart doubles in size as you reply, "Touya, I love you too–"
gremlin tomu from s1 who is so greedy abt u he can't control his urges n bites ur butt when u sleep nxt to him (how can u blame him if there's two perfect buns just waitin to b munched on riiight nxt to him? don't ya know u shouldn't let snacks go to waste? hahahah)
Heh. I'm picturing you sleeping, him sitting on the floor up late playing some game, and then when he finally beats his level or whatever he turns around to see your hips right by his head, the curve of your ass in your little sleep shorts all too visible.
Next thing you know you're yelping yourself awake and he's just staring at you from behind his hair with his teeth still sunk into your flesh like 'what? what I'd do?'
Fun fact: I came up with the ending of the series first and had to construct all other context leading up to it. So it's so much fun to finally hit the final part! I'm so excited!
⇢ series plot: after receiving a VIP ticket to a concert of the most popular rock band, you go and it proves to be a life-changing event.
⇢ current plot: the first concert proves to be fun and entertaining, but behind the scenes tension is coming to an explosive peak between Dabi, Keigo and you
⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, alcohol consumption, drug abuse, kissing, groping, sex in public, oral (m receiving), deepthroat, lots of dialogue, some hurt, more jelousy
Personal note: almost at the big finale. A big shout out to @/hunajan and @/crumbly-scrombly for helping me finish this! Couldn't have done it without you 💙
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Even though everyone else kept watching from the side, you wanted to be closer. You wanted to see him in person, see his face with your own eyes, in front of you – not through some LED screen in the back of the stage.
You turned and let your gaze roam across the area, trying to find a way to get closer to him. Seeing one of the crew members wearing a security shirt walk down the hallway, you followed him, around the corner and down the stairs.
Flashing your All Access Pass at the men waiting at the bottom, you stepped past the security into the space separating the audience and the stage.
You could see Dabi clearly now, his handsome features, sweat dripping off it, the lights reflecting in the bright azures of his eyes. The lights fell perfectly on his face, emphasizing the sharp cut of his nose and lips, as they kept grazing the grille.
The pounding drumbeat drove the performance, the crowds were pushing against the railing behind you, their hands raised in the air, heads bobbing to the music, while the security and staff had their hands full keeping the crowd in control.
You knew everyone's hearts were racing, blood pumping, as they sported the hand-horns, feet bouncing off the ground in the air. The crowd surged forward and back in one relentless wave like the wild waves of the ocean during a high tide.
The LoV showed off with an energy and staging most artists leave until their encore. It was simply the most visually stunning concert you had ever had the pleasure of experiencing.
The level of sound was astronomical, the music roared through the streets for miles and the crowd went crazy.
Every time the bass drum was struck, you could feel the repercussions within your chest. The floor beneath you seemed to move with the beat of each song. The vibration that each sound produced, felt like current passing through your body.
Dabi was so effortlessly sexy - dark clothes, dark hair and piercings that adorned his features. He was one of the hottest rock stars in the world for a reason, completely taking over the audience with his presence.
The stage presented a spectacular sight and the atmosphere sucked you into the aura of rock music. Plenty of pyrotechnics kept everyone entertained, supporting certain refrains or lines by flashing bursts of lights along the stage.
With Dabi continuing to banter and flirt with the crowd, the stage suddenly went dark after half the concert was over. Excited screams echoed across the venue as black seeped into every inch of the stadium, a promise for something big to come.
And then everyone fell silent, aching with anticipation.
Out of nowhere, the venue lit up in a sparkling sea of crimson red. Dabi stood right in the middle of this sea of red, his shirt taken off, showcasing his sculpted chest to the crowd.
He stepped close to his microphone, his lips brushing against it as he shouted, "Are you ready for the next song?"
The crowd roared back in anticipation and Dabi closed his eyes for a second, inhaling deeply before he opened them again, sweat dripping down his temples.
"Cause this song is for someone special," Dabi spoke softer into the microphone, his eyes roaming the crowd until they landed on yours and stopped right there.
You swallowed hard, your hands starting to tremble. Blue eyes that seemed to hold a world of mystery behind them shone like gems in the sea of red while his lips curved up into a soft smile.
His tantalizing blue eyes never left yours, when he lifted his left arm, his finger pointed at you.
"From the darkness I see the light in you." He whispered into the microphone,
While stringing his pec into the chords to start the guitar riffs, a tightness spread across your chest as you looked at each other, the everything around you starting to fade.
It was just you and him– nothing else.
And then, while his gaze never left yours, he started singing, deep and husky.
"Don't stress, don't stress. No one knows what goes on in our heads, our heads.
We are invisible to the rest, the rest.
They don't know nothing 'bout what we have, we have."
Tears started pooling in your eyes as you listened to his lines, the world around you dissipating as he continued singing, never averting his gaze.
Taking a deep breath, his eyes slowly shut before he started singing, husky, deep and low, "'Cause everyone's living in black and white. But we see each other in a different light."
"Infra-Red," as the iconic lyrics burst from both Dabi's mouth and the crowds', he opened his eyes and looked right at you, "I know that you're burning up for me. Fire in your bloodstream, moving through you at light-speed. I see you, I see you. In Infra-Red!"
While delivering one fiery riff after another from his straining guitar, he was standing there with his eyes fixated on yours, singing the lyrics only for you. Among the endless crowd, you couldn’t believe that his attention was only pointed at you. The mere thought of it had your ribs ache as your heart was thrumming with love and admiration.
For the next part of the song, he cast a glance into Keigo's direction, followed by a hint of a nod before going harder on his instrument. Keigo complied, kicking into the song with a low pitch of his bass guitar, adding into the chorus.
"The heat and the light and the way you move, Like nobody else is in the room. I see you, I see you."
While he sang, his stunning eyes, deep as the bottomless ocean, never left yours and your heart started aching, longing for him so much it seemed like you were suffocating.
The cameras placed below were capturing each and every expression on his face, reflecting them on the LED screens in the back as if proving to all that you were the only one he saw and the only one who mattered during these moments.
When he finished the song with the words, "From the darkness, I see the light in you”, he smiled at you, his face lighting up before the stage fell into darkness again.
A strange glow arose and turning around, you noticed thousands of cellphones held up into the air, lighting up the crowd with their lit screen. It was a tribute to the band, to their music.
It was overwhelming.
You brought your gaze to the ground with your teeth sinking into your lip. Hot tears started trickling down your cheek and you let them, wiping them off with trembling fingertips.
He had touched your heart. This was beyond anything you've ever experienced. A declaration of love in front of thousands of people.
Fat tears continued to roll down your face while the band regrouped and the people behind you one by one tugged their cell phone away.
It took a few minutes for your tears to dry up. After having wiped off your face, you inhaled deeply and straightened up again, focusing back on the show.
As the concert rolled on, the three made sure to keep the crowd on their toes, changing the pace of the concert with every couple songs. Dabi's fresh and clean guitar riffs and shimmers were complimented by Keigo's brutally heavy bass, pulling out grunt after grunt from his overdrive guitar.
They were driven forward by Tenko’s thunderous drumming, oftentimes high pitched and explosive, other times nice and smooth. It all came together in a blend of novelty, complexity and rhythm that offered surging, propulsive energy.
Right before they dove into one of their songs, Dabi stepped up to the microphone, his guitar hanging loosely around his neck. He pointed a finger into the crowd when he screamed, "For the next song, I need your help."
Lifting the straps of his guitar over his head, he placed the instrument on the floor and proceeded to head off the stage towards you. Leaning towards you, he called at you over the roar of the nearby crowd, "Gimme your phone!"
While the bodyguards had their hands full trying to retain the frenzied crowd behind you two, you shook your head, "Why?"
"Just give it to me, goddammit!" He called again, as he held out his hand, curling his fingers in a rapid motion repeatedly towards him.
Confusion still written on your face, you reached into your purse to retrieve the device and handed it to him. Taking it from your palm, he blew you a kiss, the crowd behind you erupting into screams.
Strutting back up the stage to the microphone, he grabbed it tightly with one hand while running a hand through his sweat-drenched black hair, screaming, "All the hot girls and boys out there, how much do you love us?"
The reply from the crowd was deafening as Dabi threw you a glance, winking at you.
"Wanna show how much you love us?" His question was again answered by a deafening roar.
Dabi's melodic laughter echoed through the venue with the cameras turning to film what happened in the crowd. Everywhere, women were lifted onto people's shoulders as they stripped off their shirts and bras, flashing their bare tits at the band.
Keigo and Tenko hollered into the microphone while Dabi held up your cell phone and started snapping pictures.
A blue piece of fabric hurled through the air and landed with a soft thud on the stage. At first, you were unsure what it was but when Keigo picked it up you realized it was a thong.
"That's the spirit!" Dabi screamed into the microphone, stretching his pointed fingers towards the crowd, "Now— Show. Me. More!"
Chaos broke loose. Endless pieces of fabric of all imaginable sizes and colors, even some boxers, flew onto the stage.
Dabi laughed as he kept shouting, "Keep ‘em coming."
It went on for minutes and you couldn't help but chime into the cheers and laughter. It was so intense and amusing, seeing all the endless smiles in the crowd, you couldn’t help but get caught up in the middle of it all.
With the entire stage covered in underwear, he gave the phone to a security who handed it over to you. Then Dabi put on his guitar, taking the plectrum to string into the chords.
The first tunes of the next song started and raising your gaze, you saw Dabi looking at you, his eyes soft, a smile playing about his lips as he started singing. Taking a deep inhale, you calmed your heart, smiled back at him and continued watching.
Halfway through the song, Dabi placed the mic stand in front of him, starting to thrust his hips forward in sexual gestures towards the crowd. As if that was a cue, Keigo came up to him, pressing his body against his, starting to rut his hips into his bandmates side.
Cupping Dabi's cheek, he urged him to turn his face towards his own, his lips nearing for a kiss.
But Dabi slightly shook his head, pressing his lips into a fine line and Keigo stilled. It was as if only you witnessed the short scene, with the crowd behind you too immersed in the thrumming music.
Keigo's expression turned stone cold and you could see his lips moving as he said something to Dabi. Covering the microphone with his palm, Dabi shook his head again and replied as to which Keigo’s jaw clenched and he turned on his heel, strutting back off to the side.
For the rest of the concert, you watched Keigo as he wore a sour expression, his back always turned slightly towards his bandmate.
When the show ended with seemingly endless fireworks, you felt elated. Endorphins rushed through you, your heart beating at a million times per minute. You felt like you were part of the crowd that cheered and screamed behind you with no end in sight.
Seeing the three boys walk off stage you hurried back up to meet up with them, longing for seeing Dabi again. You knew they just had enough time to grab a drink or a towel or do a quick check in the mirror.
Entering the waiting area, you saw the LoV standing there, exhausted, sweat dripping down their faces and bodies. They were all smiles— except for Keigo, whose expression was still clouded over with an unreadable darkness.
The crew helped the boys re-tune their instruments and adjust the levels for the encore while you stepped closer to them.
You saw a young crew member hand Tenko, his pale locks sticking in wet strands to his face, a dry towel to wipe himself off. He gladly accepted a water bottle, while he continued joking with Keigo over having messed up.
As Dabi turned to see you approach, he walked towards you, circling his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight embrace while his lips met yours for a kiss.
"Ew Dabi," you mewled into his mouth, struggling against him, his sweaty chest pressed against your top, the damp wetness seeping through it.
Dragging his tongue over yours, his hands slid down your sides, cupping your ass cheeks and pressing you even tighter against him. His lips were coated in sweat and had a tantalizing salty taste to it. His hair stuck in messy wet strands into his face, but his eyes were nonetheless full of passion and fire.
"Missed ya," he breathlessly panted into your open mouth, and you felt the growing hot erection in his pants pressing against you.
Parting from you, he slid his fingers into yours. Turning towards his band mates, he called out, "I'll see you in five, got some business to attend to—" before dragging you off down the hallway.
“Hey,” Keigo yelled at Dabi over the crowd calling for an encore outside, “Don't have time for this shit!”
“Ain't no shit, but love," Dabi winked at him before turning the corner and disappearing out of sight with you.
Taking another sip from the water bottle, Tenko, sporting a pink blush on his cheeks, murmured, "Fuckin' rabbits."
Keigo's expression however stayed dark, when he grunted, "More like fucking idiots."
Stumbling after Dabi, you both went down a breeze-block corridor.
Unsure where he was taking you, you inquired, "Where are we going?"
"Been to this venue before," he rasped, "Know the perfect place to have some fun."
"Dabi–" you rolled your eyes at him while stumbling after him, "Seriously, do I even wanna ask how you know?"
"Not really," he tilted his head, half-facing you so you could hear him better, a cocky grin on his face.
With a defeated sigh, you continued trotting after him.
At the end of the hallway, he opened a door to a room, empty except for some cleaning supplies and a broom. Shutting the door behind him, he took it and wrenched it between the door handle and the concrete floor.
Then he turned around, "We got five minutes. On your knees."
“B-But— you're sweaty!” You pouted, while he placed his hands on your shoulders, weighing down on you.
Sinking down to your knees, he opened his fly, his already half erect dick popping out.
“You said I was perfect, no matter what,” he grinned at you, his voice oozing with mischief.
His eyes locked on you kneeling between his legs, a playful glimmer of excitement in them. Licking your lips, you wrapped your palm around his growing girth, rewarding him with slow strokes.
"We gotta hurry up," he urged, tangling his fingers into your hair, his glowing sapphire blues never leaving your crouching figure.
With a firm hand, he brought your face towards his cock so you could wrap your lips around the flushed tip of his cock.
The taste of leather mixed with his salty sweat and the sweetness of his precum along your tongue.
Moaning deep in your throat, you looked up at Dabi through thick eyelashes. Feeling him throb in your mouth, you started taking him in, deeper and deeper each time you slid down on his length.
“Fuck. You look so pretty like that.” Dabi moaned, leaning back to watch you lazily through half-lidded eyes.
You hummed and took him deeper, flicking your eyes up to look at him as you hollowed your cheeks, a familiar heat starting to bloom in your lower region.
"Fuck- Just a little more," Dabi panted, placing his hand on the back of your head.
He started to push you down on his length and you gagged lightly as the tip of his cock pressed against the back of your throat, drool starting to spill past your stretched lips and dribble down your chin.
Relaxing your jaw, his spongy tip breached the back of your mouth and you took all of him in until he was nestled deep in your throat.
Being impaled by him, struggling to breathe you slowly started pulling off his length just to start sliding up and down his fat girth, each time taking him to the hilt, your nose buried in his pubic hair.
“Ohh yes, just like that– shit.” He let out a groan as he felt your wet throat convulse around him.
His cock twitched in your mouth, making it harder for him to stay still as your skilled mouth kept working him silently.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck–" Dabi’s head tossed back, totally blissed out.
Dragging your mouth over his fat cock, his hips started to tremble as he felt his balls tense, his high nearing, “Ready?”
Drool coated your mouth and chin while your eyes, misted by your tears, flicked up to his, your lips stretched around the thick girth of his cock.
You nodded slightly, your tongue stroking the underside of his cock when you slid your hand up his inner thigh to start squeezing his balls.
He groaned, lips parting. “Gonna cum, baby,”
eyes half-lidded with want.
Dabi inhaled sharply, his gut starting to clench. Grabbing your hair tightly and giving you no room to move, he thrust forward one last time, shoving himself deep into your throat.
Your face was pressed against his pelvis, as he started pumping ropes of hot cum down your esophagus. And you silently swallowed, struggling not to gag around him, trying to take short shallow breaths through your nose.
"Fuck, so good," Dabi grunted deliriously, his cock spasming inside your mouth, as you continued gulping around him, swallowing every bit of the salty release he was giving you.
When his balls had emptied themselves, he pulled out of your mouth. Inhaling deeply, you tried to regain your breath, while he tugged himself back into his tight leather pants, his azure eyes roaming your spit-covered face.
“Babe, you’re too good for me,” his voice was so soft when he helped you stand, trailing his fingers over your skin, wiping the drool and cum off your chin with his thumb.
His lips found yours, his tongue sliding in as he tasted himself on your tongue, smelled the scent of himself on you.
“Simply amazing," he whispered into your open mouth, and you tilted your head to deepen the kiss while his arms circled your waist to start groping at your ass. Peppering small kisses up your jaw bone, he took the shell of your ear between his lips and let out a little breathy moan.
"But—" he pulled off you, trying to look composed, "I gotta run. Encore."
You nodded and grabbing your hand, he kicked the broom off to the side and opened the door.
Looking back at you while you both strutted down the corridor he said “I'll be all yours in about an hour, ok?”
Offering him a soothing smile, you both made your way back to the stage, his bandmates already waiting, being assisted with their in-ear monitors.
Seeing you both approach, Keigo gritted his teeth then snagged a water bottle from a passing staff member.
As you slipped into sight, he shot you a dark look, his fingers twitching around his water bottle.
“Got a problem?” Dabi asked, noticing his bandmates' reaction towards you.
“Why would there be a problem?” He pretended to be fine, gesturing around the room with his drink, “Everything is just… perfect.”
"That's not what I meant." Dabi glared at him.
"What did you mean, then?" Keigo tilted his head and shrugged.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about."
"No. And I don't care either." And with that he threw the bottle into a corner, the remaining water splashing against the wall and floor.
Kicking an empty coke can with his boot across the floor, he ripped his bass guitar from a surprised looking staff member before stepping up the stairs towards the stage.
Dabi was seemingly on edge, as you soothingly layed a warm palm on his arm.
"C’mon," Tenko nudged his head towards where Keigo had disappeared, "Got an encore to deliver."
“Yeah yeah,” Dabi's shoulders slumped as he turned to you and pecked a chaste kiss to your cheek before grabbing his guitar and lifting its straps around his neck.
Stepping back on the stage, not a minute too late, the LoV started their encore.
The concert was like a drug, a visual spectacle unlike anything you had ever seen and the stadium echoed back the screams of the audience and the sounds of the band.
The LoV ended their concert with fire, fountains of flames rising from the sides of the stage and sparks raining down. After placing his guitar on the floor, Dabi took down to the crowd, high-fiving and touching them. Keigo and Tenko followed suit, taking their time to bond with their fans.
Eventually, they turned around and walked off-stage, with Dabi pulling you close to him, his arm draped around your shoulder. Tenko and Keigo sauntered behind you, grabbing the towels that were handed to them.
Back in the Catering room, they had champagne waiting for them – several oversized Moët & Chandon Impérial bottles as well as smaller ones.
Keigo strutted in, a towel drying off the sweat off his face. He wore a sour expression, roughly shouldering Dabi as he went past him.
"What's gotten into you," Dabi snapped at him.
But Keigo ignored him and just grabbed one of the bottles of Moët & Chandon sitting open in a wine cooler to lift it to his lips and started drinking.
"Don't know what you mean," the bottle left his lips, champagne spilling past them and he wiped it off with the back of his hand.
Lifting his gaze to stare at Dabi he replied, "The question is, what's gotten into you?"
"Nothing. What's your problem, man?" Dabi stepped closer to him.
Keigo's gold eyes caught yours, one finger pointing at your face as he replied plainly, "She's my problem, that bitch is gonna fucking ruin us!"
Tenko cut in between, "Keigo, that's uncalled for…"
"What the fuck did you just call her?" Dabi growled, his hands balling into fists.
"Dabi, don't—" you closed in on him, laying your palm calmingly on his hand, "Let him speak."
Taking a step closer towards his bandmate, anger painted across every inch of his face, Keigo said through gritted teeth, "Ever since she joined, all you've been doing is fucking her brains out."
Dabi stared expressionless at him, a chilling silence spreading as everyone stopped what they were doing, watching the scene unfold.
“It's like—" Keigo's golden orbs grew darker as he talked, raking a shaky hand through his wind-strewn ash blonde hair, "You've replaced me, no us with your new… toy!”
You continue to breathe in a desperate bid to calm the panic you feel clawing up your insides.
“Fuck, I miss you so fucking much–" Keigo stepped closer, staring right into Dabi's glowing eyes, "I hate what's become of you — of us!"
Nobody was moving, Dabi and Keigo stared at each other and you could feel the air oozing thick with pent up tension. And right then and there, it became clear to you that Dabi and him knew each other better than you had assumed.
After a moment, Keigo lowered his gaze, taking a deep, gusting breath, letting it out through his mouth, “Fuck, need to get out — I'm loosing my goddamn mind."
Keigo's gaze met yours, his golden eyes before he turned with an irritated grunt, leaving the room, clutching the bottle tight in his hand when he slammed the door shut behind him.
"Fuck," Tenko muttered, to rake a hand through his pale long locks, "’M gonna go after him..."
With that, Tenko silently slipped out the door.
Dabi started shaking, eyes filled with anger and pain while you continued to softly talk to him, taking a grab of his hand. A few moments passed but eventually he stopped trembling, his eyes getting focused again.
You cupped Dabi's face with your hands, "Dabi, are you ok—"
"Yeah—" Dabi acknowledged with a frown, grabbing a bottle of champagne before slumping down on the couch nearby.
While you joined him, he popped open the bottle and started taking deep gulps of the sparkling liquid.
"Damn," he muttered, taking another big gulp of the champagne.
"Hey Touya, it's alright," you kissed him on his cheek, running your hand through his raven hair.
Instead of answering, Dabi took another sip, casting you a tentative smile.
Back outside the room, Tenko managed to catch up with Keigo, "Hey stop!”
He turned on his heels, “What do you want, Tenko?” his body trembling, his eyes red and glossy.
Tenko had never seen his bandmate in such distress before. All these pent up emotions unlocked a wild, feral kind of energy inside of him. All the anxiousness, sadness, betrayal and most importantly rage that he had bottled up, exploded at once.
“I–” the words were stuck in Tenko’s throat, the pressure of trying to somehow fix the entire thing suffocating him.
He needed time, a breather, a break.
“Let’s go outside, grab some fresh air, ok?" Stepping up to the bassist, his hand landed on his shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly.
Keigo took a deep breath, humoring Tenko’s effort with a roll of his eyes but followed him down the hall and through the door outside.
They were instantly greeted by a choir of screams from a group of fans waiting behind a metal fence, hoping to get recognized and spend an unforgettable night with a rockstar.
"So, what do you want?" Keigo said lowly, golden eyes meeting red ones.
Tenko stood there, trying to find the right words to say.
"I know you hurt," he started, "But you may need to accept that Dabi and her are a thing now."
He could see Keigo flinch at his words. Because all he could think about was how he considered Dabi to be special, his actual very first time. And how you got in between them, ruining everything.
But his shoulders slumped, realizing that Tenko was probably right. Yet, he wasn't gonna give up without a fight.
"Cmon Keigo," Tenko tried reaching out again, "Let's just calm down and have a good time ok?"
That sparked an idea in the bassist.
"A good time, you say?" Keigo's gaze drifted over his bandmates shoulder, roaming the small crowd of willing groupies, settling on a blonde in the group.
His lips curled into a smug grin. Tenko turned his head, following Keigo's gaze and landed on the object of desire.
"Keigo–" the drummer pleaded, "Don't do anything stupid."
But his bandmate's eyes told him that he already made up his mind. Keigo knew he behaved petty and childish but if he was just some disposable piece of trash to Dabi – then he was gonna return that favor right back at him.
“Ok, deal. I'm gonna have a good time~” his grin grew, anticipating, no, gleefully enjoying returning the hurt Dabi had put him through.
This wasn't just about righting a wrong, or vindicating the same hurt to dabi anymore. This was about taking back what was his, making Dabi pay for the tricks he played on him. It was about mirroring what a joke Dabi had become with you.
And so, he sauntered over to the group of people who started screaming when they recognized him.
Everyone wanted an autograph or more and Keigo closed in on one of the security men, saying something into his ear.
He knew his intentions were heinous. But he didn't care. He watched how the man in the neon yellow safety shirt stepped up to the metal fence and helped the blond girl up and over it.
Sighing, Tenko directed his gaze to the floor and turned on his heels, not wanting to witness Keigo grabbing the girl to smash his lips against hers, rutting his hips against her. Silently slipping back inside, he followed down the hallway towards the Catering room.
A few minutes later, Keigo returned as well– but he wasn’t alone. The blond girl in tow, he went straight for the tables, grabbing a bottle of champagne before turning towards Dabi.
Taking a gulp from the bottle he wrapped his arms around the girls waist, cocked his head, pupils dilated. He tried his best to hold her the way Dabi always protectively held you.
“Hey Dabi, do I need to yap out some love song and eat her panties live on stage for this to work?" Not waiting for him to answer, Keigo's hands traveled down her waist, evoking gasps and giggles from her.
“Keigi—" the situation flew right over the girl's head as she returned those gestures to him.
Keigo continued, turning to lock eyes with Dabi, “Or do I need to piss her off first so I can crawl back like some pathetic worm?”
He looked to you, and Dabi growled, “What the fuck are you getting at, man?”
"Oh nothing nothing," Keigo cooed into her ear and pulled her closer, making her feel his hard on through his jeans.
"Dabi tell me, is yours just as easy to fuck?" Keigo pulled his chin up, a smirk spreading across his face, his hand trailing up underneath her shirt, taking it with as he moved further up.
"Aah– why am I even asking." Keigo exposed her large bare breast, starting to squeeze it in his palm, "Yours is hopping on your dick like a feral bitch in heat, hope mine’s like that as well–"
The girl, obviously heavily intoxicated, giggled as Keigo continued to grope her bare breast in front of everyone, his eyes never leaving Dabi's.
Dabi's face went dark with anger and he was about to when Keigo turned his face back to the girl's.
"C'mon, let's go and lemme fuck you as good as I used to fuck him," he turned, pulling the girl after him.
Dabi's face grew a deep red, his lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes shaking with rage. The pain ramped up all the way to searing, blinding agony faster than he could blink.
You all stayed there for a moment in the silence of the room. Jumping to his feet, Dabi ran off into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him, without as much as looking back at you.
One by one, the rest of the crew left through the door, leaving only you and Tenko behind. A deafening silence fell upon the room. Tenko’s crimson gaze fell upon you as you instinctively turned towards him.
"I didn't want any of this to happen!" your voice was shaky with tears.
"It's not your fault," he reassuringly brushed his palm up your back.
You turned to sit down on the couch, hiding your face in your palms. All the tension that had built up overflowed and you noticed your face growing hot, as tears welled in your eyes.
Tenko looked so different than usual, broken, tired as he took a few steps to slump down beside you, the couch dipping as he did, one leg bouncing rapidly.
You swallowed hard, trying to hold it all in. It proved useless as hot tears freely found their way down your cheeks and you turned to press your wet face against his chest.
Tenko’s eyes shot open, a blush blooming on his cheeks as his right hand rose to dig into his neck, while the other tentatively laid on your back.
"Hey, if you need to vent, I’m here for you," he murmured nervously.
"I- I just don't… I don't know where to start." You quietly sobbed into his dark shirt, the tears starting to leave luckily barely visible mascara spots on it.
“I know it's complicated–," he reassuringly brushed his hand over your back, "It’s like I’m the only one who’s still sane here.”
You swallowed once before continuing, "I've caused this, I'm the one to blame for everything..."
“Hey, don't say that. It's not true." Hesitating a second, he tightened his embrace as you continued crying into his shirt, "When I joined the band, Keigo and Dabi were already tightly bonded to each other."
He paused, collecting his thoughts "They had both been through some major shit, sharing an intense bond."
The silent tears kept falling while you listened, and you wrapped your arms around him to press yourself against his warm comforting chest.
The constant blush on his face spread to his ears and his fingertips continued to rub at his neck when his gaze fixated the ceiling, sighing deeply.
“One couldn’t do anything without the other following," his eyes turned pensive behind disheveled pale hair, "Dabi being the cynical rebel – and Keigo getting off on that."
His palm was warm and soothing against your back as you felt yourself calming down.
"You are good for Dabi–" he added, "He's finally confronting his problems and moving forward."
Then he muttered, "And you are good for me too…" His eyes flew open as his face turned a dark crimson at his sudden admission. "Shit, ehm–”
"Tenko–" As you try to lift your gaze to look at him, his hand came down from his neck, sliding into your hair and pressing your face back against his chest, "Don't look!"
You let out a mix between a sob and a giggle but started to relax in his hold, while he continued.
"Keigo on the other hand breaks further and further." He added quickly, "He's obviously trapped in the past."
You nodded, the warmth of his body, his timid gentle touch so comforting, soothing your rattled nerves.
You stayed like that until no more tears welled, when Tenko’s shoes squeaked against the floor, shuffling his feet.
A hand rose again to scratch at his neck, "Now that we're alone, I was gonna ask you something "
"Of course, anything, Tenko," you moved up to wipe your tears off your face.
"Well, I met this–" but he was cut short when the noise of Dabi slamming the door open thundered through the room.
You both jolted up, seeing him standing there, eyes fixed on the scene before him. His chest was heaving with deep breaths, his pupils enlarged, his eyes bloodshot.
"Getting cozy with my girl behind my back, Tenko?" He growled, wiping the remnants of white powder off his nose as he strutted towards where you were sitting.
"Dabi, cut it out, I’m just comforting her," Tenko hissed while he continued to hold you. "She needed someone – while you got yourself high again!"
"I fucking warn you, step the fuck away from her," Dabi growled again, his expression darkening.
"Dabi please, he really helped me—" you explained but were cut off as he was on you in an instant, pulling you off the couch and away from Tenko.
"She's fucking mine," he wrapped his arms protectively around you, "Don't you fucking dare touch her again."
His eyes narrowed as his grip around you almost became crushing. Tenko sat there for a second, visibly shaken, his fists clenching and clenching. You've never seen him like that before and opened your mouth to say something to him when he stood, turned towards the door and left, Dabi's slithered eyes boring into his back.
You slumped against Dabi, your heart ringing still in your ears, as the implications of what just happened slowly sank into your mind.
"C'mon," Dabi's voice had turned soft again, shaking his head as if to clear the tension from it, "Let's get out of here."
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