Chapter 12
Present Day – Day 3
Asami looks over at him, waiting for him to make his demands. She keeps her expressions fully neutral, fearing that asking him what he wanted in exchange for hot water was a bad idea. She knows what he wants and expects from her, and there is no way in hell that she will do anything with this murderous psychopath.
His lidded annoyance turns into a bright deviance at her words and the tone she used with him. Dabi can practically see the want dripping off of her and he wonders how far she will go to get the hot water.
He licks his lips and glances down at her chest, only to quickly lift back to her eyes. He decides he will have some fun with her, testing how far she's willing to go with him. "Why don't you show me what you think deserves the privilege of hot water?"
She wants to roll her eyes at him, but she keeps her face neutral. She thinks about how she wants to choke him or slap him, but figures that he'll get some fucked up satisfaction out of that.
She closes her eyes for a moment, trying not to audibly groan as she thinks about enduring for him. She can't keep stomaching the cold showers; she's already decided that much. So, if she just humors him, she can make herself more comfortable.
She has no idea how long she will be stuck in this hell hole. Her mental health is already deteriorating being down here away from the sun and civilization, so alleviating any source of hardships will make it worth it.
Asami thinks about turning back now, but it's the subtle things that are driving her mad. The air is musky and thick with the smell of dust and mold lingering, that she can practically taste it, and she's choking on it. The entire room is soundproofed so there are moments where it's so quiet she can hear her own blood rushing through her veins.
She has no sense of how much time she is losing out in the world without windows to the outside. She has no idea how long she's been trapped in here, and the longer she's trapped in here, the more people continue on with their lives without her.
She feels dead in here.
So, if she gains back control of her surroundings by selling herself for some hot water to bring her mind at peace, does that make her a terrible person?
Will Keigo ever… she bites back the thought as it waters at her eyes.
It can't be that terrible, right?
It'll be quick.
I'll just have to endure.
She thinks about how far he will expect her to go. It's only hot water, he can't expect her to fuck him for that. Right? She inhales and thinks about how far she is willing to endure him for hot water. Making out? A strip tease? A half assed handjob? A blowjob? She groans at all her options as they escalate in her head.
"Ya still with me, Butterfly?" Dabi asks her with a cock of the head and a satisfied grin on his face.
Asami turns to him, looking at his expressions and reading them accordingly. She knows that he's getting some sick satisfaction out of her. He knows that she will do anything for that hot water, he can see it in the dropping of her features, her only worry is how far he's willing to push her, knowing that.
She lifts herself from her chair, approaching the villain with slow strides, every step bringing a sinking feeling in her chest at what he will expect from her.
Dabi turns from the table and towards her with brightening eyes at what she has in store for him. He leans back against the backrest of his chair, spreading his legs slightly as his hands fall lazily from the table and onto his lap.
Standing before him while he's seated, Dabi's head is perfectly aligned with her breasts. She takes in a deep breath as her shaking hands untie her robe, opening it up for him to look onto her body. Her eyes dart away from his, but not before she catches his gaze hungrily drag down the whole of her body.
"Well, Butterfly? Is that all?" his voice rasps unimpressed, and she turns to him with tangled brows. His eyes lift from her chest to her hard gaze, "If all I wanted as a peep show, I would've just kept looking at you through your windows." Her eyes widen at his words and he simply chuckles at her shocked expression at how oblivious she was all those nights.
Asami grits her teeth, hating that smug ass look on his face. He is getting off making her squirm in front of him and she wants nothing more than to take over and watch him squirm as much as he makes her.
The silk robe falls down from her shoulders as she steps towards him. Before he can make a move or drag those fucking bright eyes of his down her body again, she closes the barrier between them and bends down in front of his face.
She rakes her fingers behind the back of his neck and into his scalp while her right hand traces his lower burned lip with her thumb. She keeps her eyes fixated on the discolored taut skin on his lip, unwilling to look at the lit pools that undoubtedly stare into her soul.
From this close of a proximity to him she can smell the scent that lingers on his skin. There is an earthy smell to him, like fresh tree bark after a heavy rainstorm with a distinct hint of something like wildfires. There is a familiarity to his smell that she can't seem to place where she's sensed this smell before. It reminds her of cool summer nights from her childhood sitting by the firepit, and as sickening as it is, the smell of his skin elicits a comforting feeling in her.
She banishes the idea from her conscious, hating the fluttering of her heart when she inhales his scent, and she focuses on the task at hand.
I just need to endure.
If I endure, I can get what I need and be done with it.
It can't be that terrible.
She pulls down on his lip, forcing his mouth open and before he can even blink or she can reconsider what she's doing, she presses her lips to his and drives a kiss onto him. She pulls away before he can move his lips against hers and looks at him expectantly.
Dabi chuckles with a guttural laugh, rumbling his chest underneath her. "That's it?" he groans as he leans back in his chair, extending his arms over the backrest of his seat and separating his legs to open himself up in a territorial display to appear bigger and more intimidating to her. "Come on, Butterfly. Kiss me like you mean it, and we'll see if that's enough."
She rolls her eyes at him, thinking that this isn't worth it, she can stomach the cold showers.
If Keigo found out...
She shakes her head of him. He probably hasn't even noticed her gone yet after the shit he pulled at the Billboard Charts. The thought of that smug grin on his face when he told her to stay in the closet so no one would see them lights a fire in her chest, and with a snarl, she snatches the side of Dabi's face and pulls him into another kiss.
Once her lips are on his, her thumb slides down the staples of his chin and down his jaw to trace against his Adam's apple. His skin is rough and rippled from the burn marks and adds a strange sensation to her touch. The contrast between his lowered burned lip and his soft top lip makes for an interesting feeling against her own.
Dabi can't feel her soft skin touching his charred wrinkled flesh since his nerve endings were burned, and that lack of stimulation makes him angry that he can't feel her soft subtle touch.
He swallows at her touch as her finger grazes over his throat when her thumb lands on the base of his trachea. She presses her thumb lightly as she constricts his airways while the rest of her fingers lightly wrap around his neck.
His body heats at this as a subtle panic takes over, wondering if she will try to make a move against his life. She doesn't quite commit to choking him, and he wonders if she wants to, but fears his retaliation if she does. However, it doesn't change the fact that her thumb presses against the base of his collarbone to slightly constrict his airways.
Dabi figures that she has to be smarter than to think that she can win a fight against the man, regardless of her attempt to distract him with those soft plump lips of hers.
She turns her head to the side, and Dabi immediately takes over from here. He leans into her, and his hands lift to each side of her face, grabbing hold of her tightly as he snatches her and moves her to the angle that he wants her in.
Once she's where he needs her to drive the kiss deeper, he pries her lips open with his and digs his tongue into the confines of her mouth without gaining her permission first.
His tongue makes quick work of taking over her mouth, not allowing hers to fight him off.
The sound of their lips smacking against one another's fills the quiet room, and Dabi can't help but consider what the sound of his hips slapping against that wet pussy of hers would sound like in this small apartment.
Asami doesn't dare allow the moan building in her throat to escape into her mouth when she learns that the villain's tongue is pierced. The metal ball brushes against her tongue, along with his two-toned lips to add a foreign texture to their kiss that drives her with need.
He tastes like smoke and the food that they just shared together, but she keeps her mind focused on keeping up with his frantic passionate kiss as he feverishly eats her up. She's never been kissed with this much need and passion, as if unlacing their lips would make her dissipate before him. He wants her, and his kiss is desperate for her as his lips latch onto hers with a wild need.
He inhales her floral scent with a sharp breath and groans at the smell of her, making his lips vibrate against hers. She almost moans at his clear desire for her, but she won't allow herself to feed his overinflated ego.
His hands move from the side of her face to snatching her waist with a harsh painful grip that will certainly leave a bruise. She hisses at his hard grip, but he doesn't allow her to unlock from their kiss, pulling on her hips and crashing her into his lap. She instinctively parts her legs and falls straddling him between her legs.
The sound of the chair scratching against the ground cries out in the small apartment as she crashes into his lap and Dabi quickly clutches onto the table to stop them from falling back with a lightning speed. Once he's planted the chair back on all fours, he moves his right hand to entangle in her damp hair behind her ear, gripping and pulling at her baby hairs.
Dabi groans against her mouth once he's situated between her legs, feeling the heat emanating between them and Asami finally loses her resolve as a moan lifts from her throat when she feels him harden between her legs.
She feels his need for her spilling over as his hands hungrily grip and explore her body. His hands move from her hair, down her spine, and onto her hips as a shiver follows his fingers down their journey. He grabs hold of her hips tightly, and positions her down into his lap. He bucks his hips at the same time he pushes her down, and his jeans grind against the dangerously thin fabric of her panties.
"Ah," Asami pants as her lips detach from his to press out her moan. Dabi looks up at her with shining eyes as a string of saliva from their sloppy kiss detaches onto her chin. Dabi growls at the sight of this and quickly snatches those plump lips of hers once more and drives their kiss with a chaotic impatience. He is pillaging her mouth, taking full control of her as his tongue feverishly explores her mouth.
She finds herself grinding against him and Dabi's chest rumbles with an animalistic groan that sends a shiver down Asami's spine when she feels him hardening beneath her.
She clutches onto his white shirt for dear life as she desperately tries to keep up with his kiss, forfeiting her need for air in favor of dancing her tongue against his.
Her legs clamp up against his waist and he detaches from her kiss to hiss, "Fuck Butterfly," his brows tangle as he inhales sharply and looks down at the light blue lace of her panties. He can barely see the pink pigmentation of her folds beyond the fabric and he wants nothing more than to tear those panties and bury himself inside her.
She can feel the heat deriving from his skin from what she assumes is his Quirk acting up and she wonders if he has any control over it right now, fearing that if he's so turned on, he might set her ablaze.
She has been around countless fire-type Quirks working under the Endeavor Hero Agency, but none have burned as hot as Dabi's fire seems. Hell, it's so hot it's burning his own skin.
"I'm going to fucking wreck that tight little pussy of yours," he growls predatorily as his hands move towards her panties.
His dark tone brings her from her thoughts and her heart sinks into the depths of her chest as panic takes over her. Her eyes shoot open and she quickly snatches his hand before he can move another centimeter towards his purpose. Her fingers dig deeply into his wrist, drawing blood and causing the villain to look up at her with a snarl.
She challenges his wild stare, warning him that if he makes a move towards her down there, she will retaliate, and she couldn't care less about the ramifications. He's already done plenty to her.
They stare at each other for a moment, challenging the other to step down, but neither does. Beads of sweat kiss her forehead from the heat he's emanating off of him and it only drives her into a deeper need for him, but she stands her ground, knowing that if she lets him do this, she will never forgive herself.
"Look at you, you're so fucking wet," he praises her, telling her that her body wants it and putting reason to his movements.
"Stop, Dabi," she returns sternly, showing him that she's not messing around.
The annoyed look on his face frightens her. Glaring at her through his lashes, he's threatening her to release his hand and let him take her body for his own. She's his now, and if he wants to bury and bottom out his cock inside her, he's going to.
"Butterfly," he presses with a stern tone that's laced with a sinister intent. "Let go of me," he warns her, and when she doesn't, he heats up his body until the heat is too intense, and her resolve to fight him is dismantled by the pain of his Quirk.
She hisses at the pain, holding out her hands to see the reddening in her palms, looking as though she got a bad sunburn.
He keeps his head down and his eyes on her body as his hands move down to her hips. Her heart races when his hot grip is on her once more.
She begins to feel her heart race wildly as a blush strikes her cheeks at the realization that she has lost full control of this situation, and is melting to his every whim. He is in total and absolute control as his hands grip and rub her hips, moving and holding them against his own so he can press her against his desire.
He doesn't dare let his grip on her waver as he holds her down on him for dear life, making her wonder if she's going to bruise from his harsh hold.
His head finally moves up and his turquoise pools are back on her purple orbs. He watches her for a moment, eyes darting back and forth from one to the other as he reads her expression, seeing clearly that she truly doesn't want this, regardless of what her body may be telling him.
Dabi leans into her, placing his hot lips back on hers. She needs to stay focused and get what she requests and be done with this, but fuck… the way that he kisses has her lightheaded and wanting.
It's clear in his feverish kiss that he desires her and wants her, and despite how much she loathes herself for kissing him, she can't help but feel wanted, and that's a feeling that she hasn't felt for a while now.
She pulls away from the kiss and looks down on him as he glares up at her for an explanation. "The water, Dabi," she reminds him. "I want it so hot that it's burning my skin."
He chuckles at her words as his lips move from hers to kiss her jawline. His hot lips continue their trek down her neck, leaving scalding pecks against her sensitive skin, that just riles her up even more, causing her to grip his shirt tightly.
"Yeah," he breathes against her skin as he leaves hot kisses on her protruding collarbone.
She scoffs slightly, not fully expecting him to respond that way and she figures now is as good as any to make demands. "And clothes. Real ones," she stresses, knowing that he would just bring her lingerie if she didn't. "Jeans, t-shirts, bras and underwear," she says tangling her hands in his hair as she hugs him close to her.
"Sure," he says as he continues to kiss down her chest towards a singular purpose of reaching her breasts.
Realization strikes her and she knows that if he makes his way any further, she will lose all resolve in pushing him away, and will commit to something she will undoubtedly regret.
She curls her fingers and grips strands of his black hair, tugging at it and pulling him away from her chest as she forces him to look at her in the eyes. "And bleach and other cleaning supplies. That bathroom is fucking filthy."
"Would you like a maid's outfit too?" he asks her with a condescending tone as he smiles wickedly up at her with a tilt of his head.
She glares down at him with an unenthusiastic look on her face. She lets go of his hair with a rough push that just earns her a pleased grin from the pyro.
He pulls his eyes down from hers and looks straight ahead at her chest. His left hand leaves her hip and moves to the strap of her baby blue bra and tugs it off of her shoulder to fall down her arm. She presses her elbow to her waist so not to allow the fabric to fall from her breasts.
She watches as his face falls to the peaceful content look that he had eating with her earlier. She's frozen at the sight of him once more as he's completely satisfied and pleased with where he's situated. His features are soft and his eyes light up with explorative excitement as his calloused fingers brush against the soft skin of her bicep and head towards the upper lift of her breasts.
She swats his hand away from her and places her hands firmly on his chest, pushing off of him as she lifts herself from his lap, pulling the strap back up her shoulder and closing the robe before he can eye-fuck her body any more than he already has.
She takes a few steps away from him before she finally speaks up again. "I've done my part. Get me what I've asked for."
Dabi chuckles as he stays spread out on the chair while his arms stretch out behind him. "Yeah whatever, Butterfly," he says lazily waving his hand, and something about the gesture seems so familiar that she can't help but just blink at him in return.