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You clocked out. Finally, Today was long. But exciting too! Who were you fucking kidding? You actually met Hawks today! The Number #2 pro hero! And he’d even called you cute. Talk about bragging rights. He’d been in a few times before, being in his patrol area, but you weren’t ever working when he’d stopped by. Finally! you smiled.
After a day of working at your family’s food mart you are on your way home and you were ready to relax for the evening. Helping your parents out wasn’t all that bad. You enjoyed the customers; the days usually weren’t too long. You had been born with a healing quirk but it was weak. Too weak to go to UA’s hero course when you were looking at high schools years ago. You couldn’t heal more than surface injuries. Your moms quirk identical to your own, though hardly stronger. It didn’t bother you anymore though. You liked the mellowness of your day to day. And due to the location, heroes often stopped in for a quick bite during day patrols which was cool in itself, particularly today catching Hawks for his lunch break. It was finally autumn and the leaves have just begun to change color. The air is crisp, and dusk is just falling over the sky, streetlights have begun to flicker overhead as you grip the hem of your jacket and pick up your pace ready to get home.
Usually this time of year felt cozy, the holidays were coming up and usually groups of people were out milling about this time of day, enjoying the newly put up Christmas lights, cafes offering hot beverages and solace from the cold wind, overall cheerful. However, this year was different. With the new shift in Hero society there had been an uptick in Villain activity. Places that once felt safe any time of day were deserted by the time night fell.
Most of the time villains weren’t too bothersome for citizens directly. They liked to cause unrest but they still kept to the shadows, small crimes for the most part. While nervous, you weren’t too worried. You had a small handheld can of pepper spray on the end of a keychain hooked to your keys, and a folded silver pocket knife clipped to the same ring. Not that you were sure you’d have the guts to use it, but the extra security made you feel better if anyone did decide to give you trouble.
Hugging your arms closer to your chest, you walked past streets that seemed to get more and more deserted, the streetlights fewer and fewer between each other in a hurried attempt to make it to the apartment complex that you lived in. You liked living alone, free to your own timing and thoughts, but in moments like this you half wished you had a roommate, a friend, hell anyone to walk home with.
“ just keep walking” you think to yourself, trying to distract your brain from the ‘what if’ thoughts flashing in your brain. You really need to not psych yourself out like this.
Keeping your head down low with your hood obscuring most of your vision give for a few feet in front of where you stepped, you pick up your pace.
Suddenly you heard it. Clicking shoes. Footsteps matching your own. You realize that they are coming from behind you. While not too close, the level of the mystery steps stays consistent. This person is keeping up with you. “Maybe they just happen to live near me. There’s plenty of other people in the apartments next to mine, stop being so paranoid” you curse to yourself. You continue at the same pace until it seems the matching steps have slightly picked up drawing in closer. Still unsure you take a sharp turn to your right, slightly off path but not too bad, you’d have to snake through the back of the neighboring building to get back on your direct path to your apartment.
The footsteps remain just as close, just as loud. Panicked you take another right, almost at a sprint forgetting about your original course plan and coming face to face with a back-building wall.
“Shit” you curse out loud. You were half trapped. Could you jump over the wall? Maybe with a few tries and really pulling yourself up but before you could even assess your next move the voice less than 10 feet behind you shocked you out of your thinking.
“Well well well. I don’t think this is the way you meant to take doll face.” Sneers the voice behind you. While sultry, each word cuts like a knife.
Inhaling sharply, you turn over your shoulder In horror at the being standing in front of you. The smell of what was like fire smoke and cigarette ash hit your senses before your eyes could take him in. He was taller than you by at least half a foot, with patchwork skin held up by staples around his jaw and under his eyes. You could see peeks of what looked like burns running down his neck and over his shoulder, on his chest behind the multiple tears in his white shirt as well the same patchwork held together by mismatched staples over the top of his hands. Jeans shredded haphazardly, his raven black hair was a mess, his long black coat slightly shifted behind him as it caught gusts of the cool autumn air. He had an almost finished cigarette in hand, the other shoved into his pocket lazily.
“Might as well take a picture sweetheart it’ll last longer” he chuckled to himself as you stared open mouthed in horror. He knew he was both an attractive and terrifying sight to see in person.
“No” you felt yourself mouth. “NO NO NO NO NO” you screamed in your head. You knew him. He was the villain you’d seen on TV a few days ago. He left burnt corpses in his wake all over the city, he was wanted for multiple kidnappings, hell, he had JUST been all over the news for terrorizing a UA summer camp which resulted in the kidnapping of the kid who won the UA sports festival a few weeks ago. He had a terrifying fire quirk. Cremation. FUCK. What was his name again? Suddenly the words flashed into your head from the news headliner. Rank A Villain: Dabi – Quirk: Cremation – Please call police if you have any information on whereabouts or sightings. DO NOT APPROACH – Subject Is known to act out Dangerously when confronted.
Shaking you gripped your cellphone in your back pocket. You didn’t know what you were doing. Call the police? He’d stop you. Jump the wall? He’d grab you before you got over.
“You know it’s real rude to not reply when someone’s talking to you baby doll” his pierced tongue flicked with amusement at the end lull of the nickname. He flicked the cigarette butt to the ground, extinguishing the lit end with his shoe before taking a step forward, you a half step back.
“The police are looking for you..” you say barely above a whisper.
“Oh, are they now? Were you going to call them? lead them to me? Do you really think I didn’t see your hand in your back pocket? I’d have hoped you wouldn’t be stupid enough to think I wouldn’t catch on babe”
You swipe your hand away from your device, running your arm over your jean pockets, gripping the pocket knife dangling from the key ring on your belt loop, carefully trying to open the blade in your sleeve so he wouldn’t see. Your thumb flicking the latch anxiously as you watched the Villain stalk towards you almost casually.
“Oh, such a good girl, I’m sure you knew that wouldn’t work anyways. The names Dabi, but from the look on your face it seems you already know that.” He flashed a sinister grin and cocks his head to the side, the point of his canines almost vampire like the way they glinted against the burns on his bottom lip. He truly did look wicked and the starved look on his face didn’t help it.
As you inched another step backwards your back collided with the dead-end cement wall. Shit. He’s cornered me. He planned this, you think to yourself. You have to make a move; you have to d- but before you can finish your thought a bright blue light illuminates in front of you.
You watch half mesmerized half horrified at the blue flames that lick and wrap aimlessly around his hand before cupping it to his mouth to light another cigarette.
“Well don’t be rude babe. Now you tell me your name. It’s only fair” as he smiled that crazy cocky smile again.
“You don’t need to know my na-“
“Oh, I wasn’t Asking sweetheart.” Suddenly in two strides he is in front of you, his scent overwhelming as he blew his cigarette drag in your face, looming over your small frame like a predator cornering its prey. “Come oooooon” he draws, lowering his bottom lip near your ear.
“I won’t bite…yet.”
Without warning you raise your knee to his core, hoping to make connection with his stomach or groin. You fish the knife out of your sleeve in one quick pull and go to strike, only for him to block with his arm. You made a connect with your knee somewhere which at this point was good enough. You slip under his arm, over his leg and bolt.
RUN. DON’T STOP. DON’T LOOK BACK. RUN SIDE TO YOUR APARTMENT AND BACK AROUND SO HE DOESN’T KNOW HOW CLOSE YOU LIVE you practically screamed to yourself, surprised at your clear planning.
You ran for another 15 minutes, finally hiding for what seemed like forever in bushes across the street from your apartment. When it seemed clear you ran with all your strength to the apartments, skipping stairs up to the top floor and nearly throwing yourself onto your landing once inside the front door. You assessed yourself. No burns, no cuts, you had your wallet and still had your phone in pocket but shit , you’d lost your pocket knife in the altercation. “It probably fell on the ground when I dodged around him” you thought to yourself. Whatever at least you were alive. You numbly made yourself a bowl of cereal, hardly hungry and made your way to the bathroom. Inside you showered, washing your hair trying to make sense of your thoughts before you fully relaxed. He was fucking terrifying. And yet there was something so alluring about the way he was. It was a mix of enjoyment and disgust thinking of the way he cornered you like that against the building wall. Ugh stop, stop thinking of that. He’s not only a murderer but that could’ve ended worse. You finished washing up and got out of the shower, changed into a loose shirt and shorts, brushed your teeth and laid back on the couch, trying to distract yourself with your favorite show. 10:12 p.m. read on the clock on the wall. “How did it get that late that fast” you say out loud to yourself. Whatever. Yawning you can feel your eyes closing as the TV drones on. Sleep was pulling you down and you were too exhausted to fight it…
CRRREEEEAAAAAAK
Eyes flash open. You KNOW you’d heard something. You shot up from the couch looking around your living room. Nothing seemed out of place. You walked through the apartment. Kitchen, bathroom, spare closet. Nothing. You checked your bedroom, and while your balcony door was locked, you noticed the curtains drawn slightly.
“WHATEVER. Doesn’t mean anything. You are just making yourself paranoid” you try to reassure yourself. Shutting off the lights , double checking the lock on the front door and with a click of the TV you pull yourself to your room ready to go to bed. 12:30 a.m. reads in bright red numerals from the clock on the wall. You should sleep.. you’re only scaring yourself. Climbing into bed you pull the comforter up to your chest and close your eyes. Just breathe, you are okay, you’re in bed, in your apartment. Everything is okay, you tell yourself feeling sleep weighing down on your eyelids. Everything is okay..
*Click*
Your eyelids fly open. The door. It was the sound of a door click. There was no denying it. You jumped from bed practically running to the front door. You mustered up enough bravery to look through the peep hole afraid at what you might see.
Empty
“UGH” you audibly groan, resting your forehead against the door. Why are you so worked up. Hell I guess you should be happy it wasn’t anything or anyone. With a sigh, you step onto your heel to turn back to your room before your back crashes into an unmoving force.
No.
Wait.
It was someone’s chest. Before your brain can make the connection a scarred hand spins you back around facing away from him and harshly caps over your mouth silencing your bloodcurdling scream. Suddenly you catch a glint of metal in the dim light and feel the sting of a blade pressed harshly against your throat.
“Gotcha” Dabi breathes into your ear. He runs his tongue softly over the skin on the side of your throat, dragging the blade slightly down to the base of your neck. You inhale sharply through your nose, trying to formulate your next move before he speaks up again.
“Oh, I almost forgot. You dropped this doll face” as he presses the tip of the blade downwards drawing a single ruby bead of blood from your skin.
‘Its my pocket knife, he must of held onto it after I ran’
Finally understanding what he meant. Trying to gather strength in your legs you steady yourself, shifting to support your own weight on the balls of your feet.
“Thought I’d do you the favor of returning it. However, I had to have a little fun keeping you on your toes in this dingy little shack you call home.” He begins to trail the tip of the blade from your neck to your shoulder and back up.
Suddenly you caught on. He’s been inside your apartment this entire time. While you slept. While you showered. Wait. How? HOW DID HE KNOW WHERE YOU LIVED? YOU WAITED.HOW?
“You were quite fun to watch run. Sad though, you thinking you were somehow fast enough to outrun me? Or maybe just stupid enough to think I wouldn’t know where you were going. Also, you dropped this conveniently for me on your way out of my arms babe. He guides your face down to look at the discarded License ID on the floor before forced you to look back up. “While you played hide and seek, I went ahead and made myself comfortable waiting for you.” Your body froze at the words. “Anyhoo” He flicks his wrist, nicking you above your right breast with the tip of the blade, a drop slowly beginning to form and fall from the fresh cut down the slip of your cleavage-
“You really hurt my feelings back there sweetheart. I just needed to ask if you’d seen a certain someone in your store lately, ya know, business with my boss kinda thing. Word is there’s a lot of hero’s showing up at your little store. However, before I could ask you anything you lunged at me with this” -he holds the blade up in front of your face, twirling it in his fingers, the glint of the silver stark against the wet red tip of the blade before bringing it back up under your chin-
“And well, I didn’t take very kindly to that. I could’ve killed you if I wanted right then and there” he playfully threatens before pressing harder. “But watching you run, hell. It was kind of exciting. Cute even. So I thought maybe you’d be of use for something better than an alleyway slaying hmmm? What do you think of that love? After all I still need to ask you a few questions...” He pulls the hand covering your mouth towards himself, drawing your head back and exposing the skin on your throat more openly. “Let’s try this again. What’s your name?” He leans down planting light pecks with his lips starting from your jaw down to your collar bone, never moving but tightening the hold on the knife in his other hand.
“Y/N” you barely whisper
“You know you smell so sweet Y/N.” He gently starts to suck and swab his tongue over the crook of your neck. “Anyone ever tell you that babe?” Suddenly he bites down, hard enough that his teeth breaks skin. You half whimper half moan silently into the hand covering your mouth only to become alarmed at the blood slowly starting to form a drip down the other side of your throat from where he nicked your breast. “So you’re into kinky shit like that hmm? A pain slut or what?” He slightly presses you harder against him.
In a panic you thrash in his grip, “Get off of me!” startling him he releases his hold. You turn to face him, panic overriding every word and movement you make. “Or Else I’ll sc-“
“Or else you’ll WHAT” he snarls the last word into a sinister smile, shoving you against the door. In one fluid step he’s caged you in, before raising the knife over his shoulder ready to strike his arm down.
He’s going to stab me. This is it.
You brace yourself and close your eyes for the worst, only to hear the ping of the knife dig into the wood of the door inches from your head. You open your eyes slowly, fearful of what you’ll see. When you look up you see him watching you, a smug grin on his face, you hold your breath waiting for the next moment.
“I already told you I still have a few questions. You really think I’d do something so drastic in such haste love?”
You exhale a sigh of relief, only to be startled by the sudden pressure of his hand wrapping itself around your throat, holding you to the door.
“Unless... it excites you when I get forceful huh doll?” He pushes his knee between your thighs, making them part, his other hand brushing over your shoulder before groping a handful of your chest. “You know for how annoying you were in the alleyway back there, I’ve gotta say, you’re real cute scared and flustered by my touch like this” before shoving his hand up your shirt, kneading your breast in his palm. “I think I had even more fun watching you hide around your house like the scared little mouse you are.” At the mention of being scared, you turned your face away from him. Despite him having you in a tight throat hold you weren’t gonna face him while he talked down to you like this.
“Don’t look away from me when I’m speaking to you.” His tone slightly more agitated. He gently pushed your cheek to him but you weren’t budging. Quickly enough he grabbed you by the jaw forcing you to face him. “Open” he hissed at you. Before you could react, he pushed his thumb and pointer finger against your cheeks, causing your mouth to open. “Wider Slut” as he tightens the grip on your throat. Your body isn’t responding the way you want. He looms over your figure, small in comparison to his height.
*ptuu* He spits into your open mouth but before you can register what’s happened, he presses your lips shut.
“Now listen sweetheart. I think now’s the perfect time for a little payback for your little stunt you pulled in the alleyway. I’m going to do what I want with you. And you? You’re going to stay quiet and do exactly what I say. Got it? Now you are going to hold my spit in your mouth. You are to not swallow yet. Do you understand? I’d hate to make your punishment worse than it already is..” He flashes a wicked fanged smile, plants a soft peck on your lips while snaking a hand through your hair. You watch as he dislodges the knife from the door before, he half leads half drags you back towards your bedroom. With the few moments you have with his back to you, you press your pointer and index finger against the cut on your breast and then the bite over your throat. Within seconds both are partially healed, at the very least the wounds are closed thanks to your “useless quirk”.
Dabi pulls you through the doorway of your bedroom in haste, tossing you at the foot of the bed like a rag doll. You glance up to him pulling his shirt over his head, his jacket already discarded on the floor. You hated the way your body continued to rat you out as you felt hot flush rush to your cheeks at the man in front of you. Terrifying? Crazy? Yes. But you couldn’t deny how gorgeous he was, the burns that ran across his chest were intriguing in the way they wove down his body, clashing against the smooth porcelain of his unburned skin. Without thinking you reached forward with your hand to caress the patchwork that ran over his lower chest only to be met with a harsh grip on your wrist.
“Getting a little handsy doll?” He pushed your hand away, before gripping your shoulders and pushing you back onto the bed. Without realizing the sudden shift of your body weight causes you to involuntarily swallow the threat you’d been so carefully holding in your mouth. Within seconds Dabi knew what you’d done.
“Well What did I expect. Of course, you couldn’t follow even a simple order like that and OH. What’s this? Does someone have a little healing quirk? How rude, I leave my mark on you and you repay me like this? Erasing my handiwork? Are you trying to make me want to claim you? Mark you up? Hmm?” He presses.
He hums as he looms over, putting a hand by your head to leverage himself right above you. He leans down smiling sickly sweet, before pressing his lips aggressively down on yours. Broadening the kiss with his tongue by swiping the ball of the piercing across your bottom lip before planting light messy kisses down your jaw as he pulls his other free hand to underneath your shirt, his fingers softly tweaking and rolling your nipple which pulls a muffled moan from your mouth, only exciting him. You were too scared and too excited to try to move out from under him.
What is happening. Why am I liking this? I can’t be liking this. What if he kills me, what if he-
PAIN
You groan again in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he bites down with equal force in the exact same point of the previously healed bite.
“Don’t do it again” He growls into your ear. He means my quirk. He doesn’t want me to heal myself. You try to calm your breathing as you watch a new drip of blood slowly start to fall from the same spot. He pulls himself up to face you suddenly, the knife appearing in his hand again. He smirks at your horrified expression, as he drags the blade through the cloth of your shirt with ease, before doing the same to the front of your shorts. He twirls the blade between his fingers before bringing a hand back down to your throat tightening his grip, moving his hand to your chin. “Open” You part your lips without a second thought as you feel him push two of his fingers into your mouth, your tongue pushing around the digits slowly. “Good Girl” he coos, taking the tip of the blade and dragging it lightly down your neck, down your chest and back up. “Don’t move. Wouldn’t want a slip of my hand. Im just starting to have fun.” You force yourself to just look at him, the blade sent shivers up your spine any time it came in view.
You cry out as you feel him take a hard draw near your sternum. Breathing heavily, you can feel the wet stripe of blood start to swell to the surface of your skin. Focus on your breathing. Stay calm “You’re taking this a lot better than I thought baby doll. I had a feeling you were into this kind of thing.” He breathes sharply, taking two more swipes at your skin, the blade drag stinging more each time. You watch him flick close the knife on itself. Relief flooding you that he was finally done with it. He tosses it to the side, landing on the carpet of your bedroom floor and climbs off you, kneeling by the edge of the bed before dragging you to him by your hips, bringing you to his face. You try to sit up but he shoves you back, catching yourself with your forearms only to watch terrified as he roughly gripped your underwear in hand, blue flames wrap around his hand destroying the material in hand. He pulled away the remains with ease before snaking a hand over your hip holding you in place as he lapped his tongue roughly against the entrance of your core, his thumb tracing circles over your clit at a consistent pace wasting no time.
“Ah Ah Ah Ahh” You can feel yourself letting go of your fear. You could feel yourself giving In. You’re moaning for him.
“Dabi...” You softly mewl. What the fuck, did I really just say his name?
He stops his work at your sex to look up at you through hooded eyes, the blue in them almost illuminated like the flames of his quirk.
“You are so cute when you’re at my mercy like this doll.” Quickly enough he bites down on the soft flesh of your inner thigh, breaking skin earning a pained moan from your lips. You watch as he leans up from you, his lips tinged red with blood from the bite. He presses a hard kiss on your mouth, your blood smearing over your bottom lip before he dips back down to drag the tip of his tongue from your thigh to over your hip, planting bloodied kisses over the area, finally positioning himself at the edge of the bed, forearm holding his weight. You watch as he reaches up, pushing two of his fingers forcefully into your mouth wetting them again, before bringing the digits back down to the entrance of your core, swiftly fully pushing them inside of you. Your breath caught in your throat, as you watch him coax an orgasm from you, his fingers pumping consistently yet firmly in and out of your sex, the ball of his tongue piercing replacing his thumb, swiping small circles over your sensitive clit. You can feel your core tighten at the touch, and small tremors start to shoot between your thighs.
“Please…don’t stop” Your words betraying you again.
You can feel the smirk form on his lips, his tongue pressing down harder, his fingers faster, your thoughts turning to mush. Your release starting to build, your moans turning to soft pants as you wrap your fingers through his hair, your thighs threatening to wrap over his shoulders. His fingers in combination with the movements of his tongue on your sensitive bud threatening to push you over. Just as you are on the edge, all sensation stops. You whine in defeat.
“Aw miss me already baby doll? Look at you. A bit ago you were terrified and now you’re wrapped around my finger like the good little kitten you are. But I already told you. I’m not done punishing you for your little alleyway move. Sit up!”
Without a second thought you shoot up to sit at the edge of the bed facing him as he grips your jaw with his fingers, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip, tilting your head to look up at him.
God the way he looks stalked over you like this, your blood stained on his lips, his eyes lit up with hunger. Maybe he really didn’t plan to kill you. Maybe if you followed orders well enough he’d let you live.. maybe even keep you around. The back of your brain still wasn’t sure why you found ANY of this enjoyable, but you thought better than to try and fight it right now. He’d clearly proven to you that he could do anything he wanted with you. And you’d proven you’d listen.
He sat down next to you shaking you out of your thoughts “Bend over my lap” he ordered, a hint of menace in his words. Shakily you lean over, laying over his thighs, his erection hard in his jeans against your chest as you kept your head to the ground. With force he grabs you by the hair forcing your head up to have him half in vision.
“Now this might hurt. But I have a feeling you’ll like it. Thought id give you a fair warning, right? Not all that bad am I sweetheart.” He winks at you before dropping the hand in your hair to softly caress your inner thighs, his other hand rubbing the flesh of your bottom bent over his knee. His touch is soft and goes on like this for minutes before
*SMACK* his hand stinging against the skin of your ass. You bite your tongue both adjusting to the pain and trying to welcome it.
*SMACK* That one was a lot harder. You take a deep breath and try to come down from the adrenaline shooting through you.
Without warning your hair stands on end, as jolts of adrenaline hit your core with the sudden feeling of heat near your lower back. Lifting your head up harshly you catch sight of his right hand raising ready to strike, the terrifying glow of blue flame erupting and twisting around his fingers and palm.
“what are you-“
***PAIN***
While too entranced with his right hand, he roughly grabbed your hip with his left, steadying you over his partially spread lap, the same cerulean blue flames erupting in his palm, the pain overwhelming as they lick your skin.
As you lean to drop your head back down his right hand makes contact over the flesh of the right side of your ass, the pain jolting through you as he briefly squeezes his grip before letting go, the extra second of contact only burning you worse as the flames are held to your skin.
“AAAUUUHH DABI” You yell out harshly to what feels like your breath knocked out of you.
“Ohhhh Did that excite my kitten? He taunts, “Get off my lap and stand.”
You muffle a “yes sir” but Before you can even put energy to your legs again, he grabs your arm pulling you to your feet, only for you to begin to slump to your knees, your muscles unable to recover from the pain yet. He moves his hand to your hair to guide your head up to look at him, almost admiring you beneath him. Your hair was a mess, half healed bites and cuts, bite marks bleeding in various places, your blood stained your mouth and chest and yet he looked at you with pure adoration. You’d never seen a man look at you like this, like an artist admiring their work.
“’Sir? Your being quite obedient. But I said stand.”
“I-I can’t yet”
“Yet? Tss.”
He moves his fingers to cup your jaw
“Then make yourself useful down there babe.”
Without missing a beat, you lean up on your knees eager to please him as you grab hold of the buckle of his belt, undoing it along with the zipper, pulling his boxers down with the denim material, his erect cock free from the restraint of his jeans. The underside of his member displaying a row of silver glistening barbells. His scarred skin and crooked staples extending from his back, down his hips and wrapping over his thighs was daunting, mesmerizing.
You wasted no time wrapping your hand around his cock moving your hand slowly up and down his length as you planted messy kisses over his lower hips, before taking him into your mouth, circling your tongue around the tip agonizingly slow. You felt his hand grip the hair at the back of your head as a sign of encouragement and dragged your tongue at an equally slow draw across the row of piercings decorating the underside of his shaft before pulling him back into your mouth with more force, which earned an exasperated moan from his lips, his member becoming even harder. You felt the corners of your mouth pull into a smile, but not for long before you felt yourself yanked up to face him.
“Teasing me huh? Little slut” He swats his open palm across your cheek. “That just won’t do” Grinning to himself he picks you up in one fluid motion, holding you with two hands on your ass as he effortlessly strides into the bathroom setting you down in front of the counter.
“I told you I can’t stand” You squeak, holding onto him with half your weight.
“Look in the mirror. Hold the counter if you can’t baby doll.” It was an order.
You braced your arms against the counter top, and looked up, taking in your full reflection in the mirror. You knew you looked roughed up but fucking hell. I look like a murder victim, You think to yourself.
Your mouth falls open at the markings on your skin. The slices on your sternum from the blade formed a haphazard “D” under your breasts. The grip on your hip earlier made out a clearly defined hand print shaped burn that was stark in contrast to your skin tone. The bite at your neck had closed but the indents of his teeth in your throat were unmistakable.
This is permanent
Dabi wraps his hand around your throat from behind you, his words like ice by your ear.
“Pretty aren’t they? You’re just so much fun babe. A lot more fun than I thought you’d be.”
He moves his hand to push your hair away from your neck suckling the sensitive skin around the bruised bite, his other hand wondering to your front, his fingers gripping into your inner upper thigh before moving upwards.
“I thought why not leave something lasting. After all, if not for how delicious you are”
He bites down hard at your throat again, a pained cry coming from your mouth as you watch blood begin to form a drip down your chest, his lips at your ear again:
“I thought that healing quirk might be of use long term after all. Can’t let all these other scumbags fake villains think you’re free for the taking. Or killing.”
Free for the taking? Killing?! Did this mean you were his? Was he marking you as his?
“It’s not that strong” you slur “I think its surface injuries at best”
He grips your jaw harshly forcing you to look at him in the mirror
“I think I’ll take what I can get. Stop talking back slut”
He shoves you forward over the counter, your face inches from the mirror, your back arched as he presses the head of his cock at the entrance of your wet cunt one hand on your hip the other moves around your throat. His voice right at your ear.
“You know I didn’t get a good look at you in that alley at first but standing here like this for me now, so OBEDIENTLY He spits on the end of the word. “You’re absolutely ravishing. You take my treatment SO well doll face.” His grip on your throat tightens, his hand on your hip moving aimlessly to drag his fingers over the untouched skin before grabbing you harshly again.
“Really your skin is just so beautiful. Untouched in so many places... But I don’t like leaving things uneven...” he trails before flashing a wicked a grin. Within seconds you watch his hand ignite again, the print of his fingers and palms burning into your other hip. You moan, the hold on your throat muffling the ability to fully use your voice, preventing you from moving out of his grip, tears welling and falling from your eyes from the bewildering pain.
“Oh isn’t this just rich! You are so fucking cute when you cry baby doll. I Just LOVE” He presses his member harder against your entrance “BREAKING YOU DOWN LIKE THIS” In one swift motion he fully sheaths himself inside of you bottoming out.
You feel your eyes roll back as you tighten around his member, the balls of his piercings drawing sensation along your inner walls with each powerful thrust. Each snap of his hips against yours breaking you further.
“Oh FUCK Y/N ” he hisses, ramming into you harder.
“P-Please sir. Please fuck me” the words panting from your mouth. For how rough he was with you, he was addicting in the way he touched and caressed you, the way his tongue worked so expertly on your sensitive skin. The way he said your name, like it belonged to him. No man had ever claimed you like this. And you liked it.
“Begging for me baby? Damn who knew you’d be such a *Spank* slut for such a *Spank* bad man like me. I hardly even had to try” The remark making you flush. He was right. He hardly had to touch you with any hint of want for you to crumble to him. Were you embarrassed?
He pulls out of you sharply jerking you around to face him before he lifts you by your hips pushing you to sit up on the counter, his member sliding back into you with a harsh moan before you can register the change in position, his hips snapping you back against the mirror with a groan, a large splintering crack forming where your head made contact. Your vision slightly blurred before coming hard into focus at the sight of a single shard appearing near your face, the reflection of your blood-stained mouth catching your view before he brought his hand up under your chin, the sharp point of the serrated edge pressing threateningly against the soft flesh under your jaw. Dabi continues to thrust into you, the piercings along his length overstimulating, he pulls his free hand down to rub circles into your clit with his thumb.
“Who do you belong to.” He growls, not breaking eye contact with you. Wait really. What was this?!
“You” you moan, his pace only increasing.
You feel the serrated edge of the mirror shard press down, a drop of blood beginning to run down your jaw, your mouth open in ecstasy and pain
“I said who do you belong to SLUT” *ptuu* He spits in your open mouth, dropping the shard on the counter but unrelenting in circling his thumb over your clit.
Swallowing hard, “You Dabi! I belong to you sir!” you moan exasperated, the coil in your center tightening, threatening to release. You reach forward desperate to put your hands on him, anywhere he’d let you. You felt your desire for him shadow any other thinking. Your hands find refuge woven in his raven black hair.
“Like a bitch in heat. Look at you. Desperate for my touch” he rasps, settling his hand back at your throat for leverage while he thrusts into you. “Do you want to cum? Beg me to let you cum like the little slut you are for me”
You dig your nails into the back of his neck, his breath hot on your throat as he pounds into you, the barbells agonizing in pleasure, his thumb keeping the same pace, a deep growl erupting from his lips as he neared his edge.
“Please make me cum Dabi! Please sir, please” You choke out, feeling his grip tighten matched with erratic thrusts, you both nearing release.
At the same bruising pace, he continues into you, feeling your walls clench around him, your mouth forming a perfectly shaped O as you are pushed over the edge, your climax beginning to shoot through your body, euphoric in feeling, turning any other thought to mush.
“Dabi! Yes, Dabi!” you whine, his eyes on you watching as you become unraveled at his touch, with him following close behind
“Oh, FUCK OH FUCK OH FUUUUUCK Y/N”
he throws his head back in ecstasy groaning, his vice grip on your throat unmoving, your moan strangled as you both release, feeling an unnatural warmth pool in your core.
His pace slows, his breathing harsh, as you both come back down from the high. His grip on your throat releases, allowing you to fully intake oxygen. Soon enough the reality of the number he did on your body is too much, you slump forward onto him, your head resting on his shoulder, pulling a soft chuckle from his chest.
“Stay Here” he breathes in your ear, and for a moment you’re left in his absence, sitting alone in the bathroom on the counter naked. You look up groggily, half panicked at the broken shards of mirror everywhere, the bloodied handprints all over the counter, over you, blood smeared the countertop, and floor. You try to pull yourself off the counter, only to fall to your knees, pulling yourself up by the edge of the counter.
You knew you’d lost blood but this much? Was this safe?
Your mind clouded in thought hadn’t realized Dabi was in the doorway. In his hand was his balled-up shirt. Without saying a word, he sat you back on the edge of the counter, dampening his shirt with water from the sink before gently running it over the smeared blood on your chest and legs. He rummaged under your sink, pulling out antiseptic pads and gauze from a first aid kit. You weren’t sure if you were hallucinating the sight before you or not.
“Why are you helping me?” you croak “I thought you were only here to get what you wanted from me. Didn’t you have questions? Didn’t yo-
He cuts you off by harshly pressing his mouth to yours before pulling away and continuing to open the antiseptic wipes, cleaning the gashes under your throat and breasts gently before bandaging them, moving to the burns on your hips. “Shut up. Stop talking. These won’t heal the way I want if they aren’t cleaned right. You’re too weak to use your quirk.” Finishing cleaning you up he wordlessly lifts you off the sink carrying you back into your bedroom before laying you down. You watch him disappear back into the bathroom your thoughts hazy with sleep and fatigue. You glance over at the clock beside your bed. 3:15 a.m. illuminated from the bedside table. Without warning you feel the bed dip beside you, Dabi’s profile visible from the faint glow of the clock in the room.
“You’re staying?
“Did you want me to leave babe?”
“No, I – um. Im just curious why? You mumble. “Didn’t you only need answers from me about my parents sto-“
He cuts you off by pulling you against him, lifting your leg to wrap over his, his hand gripping your jaw, before softening his hold.
“Ill have you answer me when you wake up. You should rest after the number I did on you. Besides” He breathes against the crook of your neck, the corners of his mouth slightly turning upwards against your skin,
“Now I know you have a healing quirk, and you have marked burns only identical to a top A Rank Villain in this City” He flashed one last tired cocky smile “And information that could be of use to my boss.”
“I guess its best if you stick with me now yea? Not like you’ll be able to heal those up easily. How does that sound my little mouse”?
Your mind already slipping in and out of consciousness, you muffle a sleepy “mhm” before curling into him, sleep fully enveloping your senses.
You’d deal with that proposition later. You’d deal with all your feelings about this later. Right now, the warmth of his body next to yours, his arm around you almost protectively, like you were his was enough to drag you down finally, into rest.
Everything is okay...