As you finished he quickly wrapped his arms under you, supporting you as you collapsed forward, panting profusely.
“You ok, babe?” He panted, pulling out of you.
“Oh my…. god…that was amazing.” You replied breathlessly.
“Good.” He said with a smirk, kissing the side of your forehead and neck.
He rolled you over and kissed you deeply.
“You’re so sexy with your faux innocence and inexperience. I’ve never met anyone like you before.” He said, giving you a little kiss on your nose.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked defensively, pulling your pants on as you sat up.
“Oh don’t get me wrong.” He said, trying to reassure you. “You already know I’ve been with a lot of girls….”
You rolled your eyes and scowled.
“… what?… you don’t like that?” He asked, changing subjects quickly.
“No. I don’t.” You replied, crossing your arms.
“Why?” He asked as he finished cleaning himself up and pulling his pants on.
“Just …. because..” you said, realizing the reason you didn’t like it was because of two things. One) There were probably past girlfriends of his that he liked better than you and two) It just showed how inexperienced you were compared to his other girlfriends. How did you compare to them? You sucked right?
You lowered your head and averted your eyes, feeling very vulnerable.
“Y/N..” he asked from a very close range.
Your head snapped up and your nose nearly brushed his. He had dropped down onto all fours and was right in front of you. He stared deeply into your eyes, reading your emotions.
He glanced at your lightly quivering lips and closed the gap, his lips pressing against yours; warm and comforting.
You pulled him into you and lay back with him on top.
“Why don’t you like that I’ve had other girlfriends?” He probed again.
You looked away and scowled.
“It’s because you’re comparing yourself to them, right?”
Bingo! He had hit the nail on the head.
Your facial features softened from a scowl to a more resigned look and you shifted your gaze back at him despondently.
He gave a little huff of amusement.
“I knew it.” He said, leaning in and kissing your forehead. “Let me finish my original sentence, which was going to be. ‘But you’re so different from the rest.'”
You rolled your eyes again and pushed him off.
“That’s so cliché, Dabi.”
“No, but I’m serious…. you’re just so… genuine….” he said as he picked up a stick and lobbed it towards the fire. “I’ll let you in on another secret.. I’ve only had 3 serious girlfriends.”
“Only 3?!” You said, surprised that it was such a small number. “I thought you had had like, 20?”
“Yeah, most people think that because there’s always some girl hanging around me. I’ve been labeled a lot of things. And a lot of those things I am not.” He said stiffly as he pulled himself up to a sitting position and gazed into the fire. “I’ve had lots of flings. One nighter type things. I’m generally only attracted to someone physically, I just don’t go for the whole ‘dating’ thing.”
“So why me?” You asked, gazing at him as you sat with your arms crossed over your knees.
He looked over at you. His turquoise eyes studying your features. He reached a hand out to you slowly and caressed your cheek.
“I dunno.” He said, running his thumb across your cheekbone. “Like I said. You’re different. You get me. I feel really comfortable around you.” He said gently as he leaned in as if to kiss you, his lips barely meeting yours. “Plus you’ve never had a guy before, you’re a clean slate and I can paint you any way I like.”
His seductively low tone was enough to cause a slight throb in your core again and your breathing hitched.
“Well to be honest.” You replied airily. “I’ve never met anyone like you either. And I certainly wasn’t expecting to fall this hard for you.” You admitted, fidgeting with your fingers as the truth came out.
Dabi smirked and stuck his tongue out, licking your bottom lip softly.
“If you think you’ve fallen hard now just wait till I show you all the thing I can do to you. You’ll never want to leave me.”
You closed your eyes and placed a hand between you legs, pressing down on your throbbing clit to ease some of the frustration that was building.
“BUT!” He said in a cheery tone. “You wouldn’t leave me anyway because I plan to put a ring on it.” He said brightly as he pulled away and hopped up, walking over to the food you had started preparing before your heated session.
“You’re such an ASSHOLE!” You shouted at him, reaching for a jumper and pegging it at the back of his head.
He was in hysterics.
He found it way too amusing, teasing you like that.
After you had eaten you sat together and chatted while mindlessly poking the fire with sticks, slowly a cool breeze picked up and you shivered slightly, Dabi eyed you quietly.
“You ok, sweet cheeks?” He asked.
“Yeah, I’m good.” You replied, rubbing the side of your arm to warm that bit up.
“No, you’re not, come here.” He said, opening an arm and shifting his leg to indicate for you to sit between them.
You scooted over obediently and shuffled back so your back was pressed into him, one leg of his bent up either side of you and his arms closed in around you protectively. You sighed happily and turned your head slightly to kiss his shoulder, your lips meeting lumpy scarred skin and you jumped slightly at the odd feeling.
Dabi kissed you softly on the neck and nibbled your earlobe.
“Dabi… how did you get the scars?” You asked quietly.
“I don’t talk about it.” Came the abrupt reply.
You turned your head back to look at him and noted there was pain in his eyes. You pecked him lightly on the side of his lips and ran your fingers along the purple scarring on the side of his face.
He grabbed your hand firmly.
“Stop.” He said commandingly, his turquoise eyes meeting yours.
He looked slightly menacing and you recoiled at the sight, pulling your hand away and turning back to face the fire. There was a stifling silence for a few more seconds and your heart pounded in your throat. You wanted to escape the tension so got up quickly and walked away.
“Where are you going?” Dabi asked suddenly.
“For a walk.” You replied shortly.
“It’s dark though.” He said, jumping up and chasing you.
He caught your arm and pulled on it. You didn’t look back at him but yanked your arm from his grip.
“Hey… you ok?” He asked, realizing you were upset about something.