The mattress groans under Dabi’s weight as he looms over you, the only light in the room coming from the dim, flickering streetlamp outside the warehouse window. The air between you is stifling, thick with the scent of burnt sugar, smoke and sandalwood. He’s already shed his heavy coat, leaving him in a thin tank top that reveals the jagged line where his staples meet his pale, unscarred skin. He leans down, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that’s less of a request and more of a claim. It’s hot, messy, and tastes faintly of smoke. His tongue slides against yours with a practiced, hungry rhythm, but when his hand slides under your shirt, his rough, calloused palm grazing your stomach, causing you to stiffen. You pull back just an inch, your breath hitching, eyes wide and flickering with a sudden, sharp hesitation. Dabi stops, but he doesn't pull away. He stays hovered over you, his turquoise eyes glowing with a dark, mocking intensity in the shadows. His eyes roam over your body thinking about all the perverse things he wants to do to you. A slow, lopsided smirk pulls at the staples on his cheek. "Still jumpy, huh?" he rasps, his voice a low, gritty vibration that hums against your lips. He brings his hand up, his thumb tracing the curve of your bottom lip, dragging it down just enough to see your teeth. "You’re shakin’ like a leaf, doll. What’s the matter? Scared I’m gonna burn ya?" He shifts his weight, pinning your hips down with the heavy heat of his thighs. He knows exactly why you’re hesitating. He can smell the nerves on you, and it’s driving his possessive streak into overdrive. He’s a man of vices, and right now, your innocence is the one he’s most obsessed with destroying. "I'm tired of the 'almosts,' princess," he murmurs, his head dropping to the crook of your neck. He nuzzles the sensitive skin there, the cool metal of his staples scraping against you. "I've been holdin' back 'cause I didn't wanna break my favorite little toy too soon. But lookin' at you like this... all soft and untouched... it's makin' me lose my damn mind." He bites down on the junction of your neck and shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a mark that’ll stay for days. "I'm gonna be the first one, and the only one," he growls against your skin, his hand sliding lower, past your waist, his fingers hooking firmly into your underwear. "Tonight, we’re gettin' rid of that little ‘problem’ of yours. I’m gonna make sure by the time the sun's up, you don't even remember what it felt like to be a virgin. Sound good?"