A/N: Content warning for Stockholm Syndrome, gaslighting, slight non-con and extreme dub-con. Basically everything Dabi says he's not doing to Asami

Chapter 30

Present Day – Day 26

Asami leans back on the couch with her feet propped up on the coffee table as she listens intently to something Toga is animatedly discussing.

Dabi sits in the corner of the room, watching her carefully as her face scrunches in thought. How the hell is she able to sit here and pretend that she actually gives a shit about what the little psycho has to say when she's been faking it this whole time. She's been plotting her way out despite what they've given her, despite how much he tried with her. What a fucking joke.

"He's so dreamy!" the blonde swoons as she thinks of the boy with wide eyes. "I mean, he likes Ochaco, but we are all friends, and I can be just like her!"

"I don't know, Himiko," Asami begins with a shake of her head and a soft tone. "If this Izuku kid isn't giving you the time of day and likes another girl, then you shouldn't waste your energy on him. You tell him that if he doesn't want to make you his girl, then you will find a man who will," she says with a firm nod as Fuyumi once told her.

Is she fucking stupid? Dabi thinks to himself. He rolls his eyes, not able to stomach the bullshit she shovels in the blonde's mouth. "Or, she can do what you do," Dabi begins with his arms crossed over his chest, watching the purple-haired girl. "And fuck the pretty boys that treat you like a revolving door."

Asami's eyes flash over at him and the dumbfounded look on her face just ignites his annoyance even more. "Excuse me?" she snarls at him angrily as the rest of the room grows tense.

He shakes his head, lifting himself from his chair and headed towards his room. He can't listen to her bullshit, and he can't look at that hurt fucking face like she's not plotting against him.

Asami glances around the room, her eyes landing on Compress, who gives her a reassuring nod to run after the black-haired villain. The rest of the League figures that something must have happened between the two of them with the marks on her neck, but Compress is the only one that knows that it never crossed that line, and feels terrible for being the reason that it didn't.

She sighs heavily and lifts herself from the couch, heading towards the hallway after the angry man. She turns the corner as he moves towards his door. He's fiddling with the doorknob when she approaches him with quick strides before he can lock himself away.

"Dabi," she calls out to him and his shoulders stiffen at the sound of her voice. "We need to talk." It had been eight days since they last spoke to one another when she stitched him up, and they've both been avoiding one another since. She figures she can't go much longer avoiding him, and needs to face him and come to terms with what happened between them.

"I've got nothing to say," he responds to her as he opens the door to his room.

She launches herself at the doorway, acting as a barrier between him and his room. "Back away, or I will make you move," he threatens her and she painfully notices the lack of his use of her nickname.

"Look, I'm sorry," she tells him as she ignores his threat. "I didn't mean for what happened to go down like that."

She watches him as he looks at her with a lazy expression that just shows how much he doesn't care to have this conversation. It's clear to her that he would rather be anywhere but here, and she finds that realization hurting her for some reason.

She takes a step into his room and he glares at her, wanting her to move in the opposite direction. She looks down, unable to see the uninterested look in his eyes. "Let me explain," she whines at him.

"Nothing to explain," he begins as he steps into the room and shuts the door behind him.

"Dabi, I just got embarrassed, I froze and—"

"Yeah, I get it, embarrassed to be seen with a monster like me. I don't need your fucking explanations."

Her lips part involuntarily as her brows tangle together. "Stop," she exhales breathlessly. "Why do you call yourself stuff like that?"

"Just get out," he warns her and she can feel the heat building in the room.

"No," she says standing her ground. "Would you just try to listen? That's not why I stopped..." She sees that he's unconvinced and she bites her lip, feeling too afraid to admit what's really been going on in her mind. "You're not a monster, Dabi. You're not repulsive, and… I wish you were," she says and his lips part slightly at her words, his mouth drying at what she means.

She scratches the back of her head, trying to explain herself. "I… If you were repulsive, it would be easier to ignore this, but I…" she can't finish. Her words and thoughts are all muddled in her head, and the incredulous look in Dabi's eyes makes it harder for her to admit anything to him.

Her eyes glance around the room, noticing how messy it is, with clothes strewn all over the place and an unkempt bed. The room smells heavily of smoke and his distinct woodland smell that sends shivers down her spine.

"I…like…" she can't say it. She can't admit it to him. She can't seriously admit having feelings for him beyond that of her captor. What the fuck is wrong with me? "Having… you around," she finally settles on, hoping that's enough.

He looks at her, the bright blue flames of his fire still dancing behind his eyes that just makes her heart race and her legs weak. How can he have this effect on her? She sees that he still seems unconvinced, and she will have to admit the truth, whether she wants to or not.

"I like you, Dabi," she finally admits it, head falling to the ground. "I'm attracted to you… and I want you," she says, emphasizing the word to show just how much she really does want this.

"Then why did you do it?" Her eyes lift up, seeing no shock or hope in his eyes from her confession, instead there is anger behind his gaze that accompanies his words. "Why did you use that slander story to reach out to him?"

Her heart drops and her eyes fall from his harsh gaze.

"Fucking tell me!" he yells at her, grabbing her face with a swift motion. His palm is on her lips, fingers tightening around her jawline as his hand heats with his Quirk. He snarls at her. "Fucking tell me why none of it was enough?" his eyes burning into hers. "Fucking tell me what more I could have done," he swallows hard. "If it's not my fucking face then why the fuck are you so desperate to get away from me?"

Her eyes are bloodshot and glistening as tears begin falling from her cheeks. He releases his hold on her jaw, her lips red from his grip as they quiver at his words.

"Dabi," her voice cracks and he shakes his head, knowing that she won't answer him.

"Just get out," he says with tense shoulders as he turns away from her.

"It's because I'm scared!" she yells at him with a tone that's more angry than desperate. He turns towards her, but keeps his distance as he watches her hands wipe away tears from her face. "You kidnapped me, and you took away my Quirk, and you locked me in that disgusting room," she sniffles. "But then you make these jokes, and the way you look at me, the way you grin at me… it makes my heart flutter and I touch myself thinking about you," she scoffs at the memory. "And I don't know if…"

He watches her carefully as she runs her shaking fingers through her hair while she tries to gain composure with herself. Finally, the tears are gone and she's no longer sniffling. She looks up at him with strong eyes and says, "And I don't know if these feelings that I have are my own… or maybe some fucked up form of Stockholm Syndrome, or manipulation. But I fucking want you and it absolutely terrifies me that I don't even know if these desires are my own or not!"

Dabi freezes in front of her, feeling as lost as he did when he was in the gondola all those years before. She was crying back then, and he did the right thing, but now… now he's the reason for her tears, and he doesn't know what to do with that.

Dabi takes a step towards her as his eyes fixate on the ground between them. He breaks the space that stands before them. He lifts his hand and places his palm on her cheek. He rubs her wet cheek with his thumb, cleaning her smeared makeup.

"Look at me," he tells her with a rough tone. Her eyes are still fixated on the ground and he tightens his grip around her nape. "Look at me, Butterfly," he says with a softer tone and her heart flutters at the sound of her nickname once again. Her eyes lift up to his and he inhales at the beautiful image of her. Even like this, she's stunning. "This is real," he tells her. "What you're feeling, what I'm feeling… it's real."

She exhales and he realizes that he never took her breath away, but that she was always holding it in around him. She never felt comfortable enough to just… breathe. But now…

"I never meant to gaslight you, or manipulate you. I just…" his throat tightens when her eyes watch his for the sincerity in his words. "I just saw that he treated you like shit, and I thought you deserved better than that."

Her eyes drop from his, unable to look at him in the eyes as she weakly says, "I can't do this, Dabi…"

He exhales, feeling his body heating with frustration at her annoying ability to turn him away. "Why the fuck does it matter where these feelings come from?" he asks her, looking at her lashes as her eyes refuse to look at him.

He growls, turning away from her and heading towards the door. He takes the doorknob in his hands and locks it, making damn sure that Compress doesn't walk his happy ass in here again. He will have her, even if he has to take her.

"Fuck the reasonings," he turns back to her, "Fuck the second guessing," he grabs her face with both hands, forcing her to look at him. "And fuck your infuriating pride telling you this is wrong," he glares at her. "I want you. You want me. There's nothing left to it."

"Dabi—"

She attempts protest but he cuts her off. "You're a fucking tease you know that, Butterfly?" he shakes his head. "But I will hear you scream my name until your throat is raw. I wanna see you pleading for my cock like it's the only thing keeping you alive. Imma fuck you so senseless that you'll forget anyone who came before me. You're gonna be so hooked on it, that when I look at you, you're going to be wet and your body clenches, begging to be wrapped around my cock."

Her lips part slightly and her eyes widen at his declaration. He dives into her eyes, watching as her pupils dilate so large that her eyes practically turn black. He can feel her trembling this close to him and her breath becomes increasingly unsteady. She may not want to admit it outwardly to him, but she's fucking quaking at the idea of him inside her.

"Come on, Butterfly," he coaxes her. "Let's have some fun," he says as he closes the gap between them, prying open her lips and invading her mouth with his tongue.

Dabi takes full control of the situation as they tangle their lips together and he melds her to the way he wants her. The soft moan that escapes her mouth shows him good and well that she wants this. He brushes his hand from her cheek and to the nape of her neck, grabbing onto her and pulling at her baby hairs to grip onto her for dear life so she doesn't get away from him this time.

Her shaking hands lift up to his chest, grasping onto him as they drive a desperate kiss neither of them wants to break from. Her tongue finally finds the nerve to fight off his pillage of her mouth, as she desperately returns the kiss. Their kiss is passionate and feverish, but nothing like any other kiss they've shared as they are driven by the fear of what this means moving forward.

Her hands lift to his shoulders, fingers lacing around his shoulders as they pull at the fabric of his overcoat and tug it down his arms. The coat falls to the ground at their feet and her fingers are back to tracing down his chest. She moves to the hem of his shirt, pulling at the cloth over his head and exposing his marred chest to her.

When their lips disconnect his head falls down to look at the patchwork of his chest. Her fingers trace the lines of his marred and clean skin, and he desperately wants to crack her skull open to know what she's thinking with her hands on his body like this.

His hands move onto her shirt, tugging it off of her and pulling it over her head. He looks down at the plain blue bra that she wears. He won't let her turn back from him, he won't let Compress or Shigaraki cockblock him. He is going to bury his cock in that sweet little cunt of hers if it's the last goddamn thing he does.

She doesn't stop him from undressing her, and expertly unclasps her bra, exposing her beautiful tits to him. His eyes shine back at the sight and his hand quickly moves to kneed the mound. A soft moan lifts from her throat and he dips his head down, latching his lips onto the bud of her nipple.

She arches into him, quickly cradling his head and hugging him against her chest. Her fingers lace around his raven strands as she softly tugs at him and scratches his scalp. This ignites Dabi, and all of the pining and anticipation for this moment have been worth it. He grabs at her hips, backing her into the bed until she's on the edge and he leans her to lay down.

She looks up at him as his hands hover over her pants. She can see the nervousness in his movements as he pulls her pants down her legs. She realizes that he is not as confident and arrogant as he likes to portray to everyone around him. He's faced plenty of rejection in his life, and he's afraid that she will do it once more to him again.

She moves her hands to his pants, tugging them off of him to show just how much she wants him. She won't reject him this time, and she won't deny him this time.

This is real.

They are quickly naked and Dabi's lips latch onto her neck as he savors the taste of her while his hands explore the curves of her body. His touch burns a fire inside her as he ignites her body in a lust that she's never felt before. Her back arches at every micromovement that he lights inside her. Goosebumps lift to the surface of her skin in an illicit response to his magnetic touch.

He moves his hand to his cock, lining it up to her wet folds. He watches her, waiting for another infuriating distraction or realization that this is too good to be true, but it never comes. She looks down at him, catching his hungry eyes, and returning it with a bite of her lip and a nod of her head.

"I want you," she whispers reassuringly.

Dabi smiles unevenly as he presses the tip of his dick to her folds. His eyes stay on hers, and the captivating pull of their gaze on one another ties them together in this moment as he begins to slowly press himself inside her.

"Ah!" she whimpers, as he enters her. "Fuck!"

He's stretching her out, and Dabi groans as her walls wrap around his cock in a tight hug. His hand shakily grips the sheets by her head. "Fuck Butterfly, you're too tight." He should have stretched her out before, but he was too impatient to feel her.

Her hands land on his chest, eyes glistening as they look up at him. "It's okay," she tells him. "It feels good," she reassures him.

"I'm not gonna be able to hold back," he says shaking his head as he looks down at her.

"I don't want you to," she says with a shake of her head.

Dabi swallows hard and begins pumping his hips inside her. She returns with panting breaths that match each thrust inside of her. Dabi groans at the sound of her voice and he continues to pump inside her. He takes her knees in his hands and separates her legs to open her up more to him. His pace begins to quicken as her pussy stretches at his size.

"Fuck you feel so good," he praises her. "This pussy was made for my cock."

"Dabi," her voice moans, and it's not a warning, and it's not a threat. Her voice moans his name with a panting need like he's been fantasizing since he started following her. No. Before then. Since they were kids. Fuck, I've wanted you for decades.

He hooks his head into the crook of her neck, placing sweltering wet kisses on her neck. Her back arches as his kisses depart lower, down her collarbone, and finally landing on an erect nipple. He licks the soft rosebud, eliciting a guttural moan from her. He closes his lips around the pink nipple, suckling on it while his fingers tease the other one.

Her back arches off of the bed and her legs shake at the stimulation of his kisses on her. He smiles to himself, making a mental note that this drives her wild, and he can't help but love the feeling of her clenching around his cock like this.

"Fuck, you're milking me like this," he groans against her milky skin as he feels her walls pulsating around him and she whines back at him, head thrown back.

Dabi quickens his pace inside her the more she's stretching out for him. His hips hook into her, his shaft dragging against her exterior each time he thrusts outside of her. The way his hips move against her has her lightheaded with lust. Asami returns each relentless rut with a breathy pant as her head becomes clouded with the sensation that he's pulling out of her.

Her eyes lift up to his and she's struck by the sight of his eyes on hers. There's a ravenous look in his eyes, beyond feverous hunger of lust driving them in this moment. There's something far more deeper lighting up his eyes and it makes her heart thump wildly in her chest.

He wants me. He truly honestly wants me. I'm enough for him.

But there's something far deeper in his eyes that ignites his irises that causes her to look away from his intense gaze. It's a strange familiarity that makes her sick to her stomach. A love from a long time ago.

"Look at me, Butterfly," he growls and her eyes return to his. So familiar. His hand is back on her cheek while his hips continue rutting inside her. "So fucking beautiful," he releases without thinking. His lips messily crash against hers and eats up the moans that lift from her throat.

The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin, moans tearing at throats, and his headboard crashing against the wall fill the small room making a symphony of sounds that drive Dabi fucking rabid.

Her wet walls begin fluttering around his cock as the room grows hotter from their actions. "Fuck," Dabi tears from her lips with a plop as he glances down at his cock burring inside her. He can feel her tightening around him and he wants to see every micromovement of her face as he pulls her to her high.

"Ah, Ah," her chest begins lifting and falling with failed attempts at taking in a breath. His eyes are on her face as her lashes flutter with her eyes rolling in the back of her head. Her mouth is left wide open, and he contemplates sticking his fingers in there, or his tongue, but he wants to hear her scream.

He continues his persistent thrusts into her sopping cavern, watching as her breasts bounce wildly with each push. It's a fucking glorious sight that has him growling with lust.

She hooks her hips against his, driving him deeper and that's when Dabi feels it, that slippery fucking spot. "Oh shit!" she cries as her hands desperately clutch onto the sheets next to her.

Dabi begins ramming inside her with unforgiving fervor now that he's captured her g-spot. He begins assaulting her spot, feeling her walls clenching and milking him as she teeters on her high.

He grabs onto her wrists, tightening his grip on her and drilling her into the mattress. "Dabi," she whines. "I'm so close," she whimpers.

He leans down to her, assaulting her space with his presence. His woodland smell erupts her senses as he latches his lips to her ear. "Cum on my cock, Butterfly," his voice growls with a dominance that drives her over the edge. "Make me wet with your cum!" he commands her.

His hot breath fanning her ear, his woodland smell in her nose, and his relentless thrusting abusing her slit has her back arching off of the bed as her eyes roll in the back of her head.

His hands on her wrists hold her body down as her legs clamp against his waist and she screams uncontrollably as Dabi ignites every nerve in her body. Her shaking is euphoric and her face scrunching in the thralls of pleasure is the most beautiful thing Dabi's ever seen.

Dabi's eyes light up when he sees her like this, and all of the years of waiting and the pining and games was all worth it for this single moment of seeing her like this. She's fucking perfect.

Her legs tremble against his hips, and he can tell that she's becoming overstimulated by his movements. She can't take much more of him, so he pulls his hands away from her wrists. He grabs onto the back of her knees, spreading her open for him as he drives into her with a reinvigorated passion. His length has him hitting her cervix as his hips relentlessly snap against her wet slit. She groans at the slight tinge of pain, trying to clamp her legs shut but his grip keeps them open.

"Dabi it's too much!" she whimpers.

"I know, Butterfly," he says apologetically. "Just a bit more," he promises her and she whimpers in return.

"You feel so fucking good like this," he growls in response. "So fucking perfect for me," his voice cuts at his throat as he's approaching his own high.

He leans back into her space, pressing his chest to hers as they become one. "All that pining, all those fucking games…fuck!" he grunts as he latches onto her earlobe.

"Dabi," she whimpers in his own ear.

"It was all fucking worth it, Butterfly," he tells her. "Every fucking second of it… just to have you like this… fuck!" he growls looking down at her lower lips around his cock. "It was all worth it. You… you are worth every fucking second of it."

"Ah!" she moans as she laces her arms around his back and hugging him closer to her. Her nails begin digging into his back as another wave begins to hit her.

"Fuck, you cuming again?" he asks with a scoff.

"Yeah," her voice shakes in her throat. "Ah yes Dabi, right there!" she cries as another wave crashes into her like a wall while her back arches off of the mattress once more.

"Ah shit," Dabi groans as he fists the sheets by her head with the clenching of her walls being too much for him this time. "You're all mine, Butterfly," he tells her, thrusts becoming ragged as he reaches abandonment. "You're all fucking mine!" He groans as he hardens to his peak. "I will take you whenever I… you'll only want… shit!" he can't even finish his declaration as his hips begin shaking and he stills inside her with his abrupt release.

Asami shudders as she feels ropes of his hot cum painting her insides. She bites down on her cheeks at how hot his cum is, feeling it burning inside her and figuring it must have to do with his Quirk.

They breathe heavily in the small space between them, a layer of sweat glistening against their skin as the room is hot from their actions. Dabi's hot breath fans against her ear as he remains on top of her. She clenches around his cock that remains inside her, and she wonders how long they will stay like this.

He finally detaches and she moves to close her legs, but he spreads them further open. "I wanna watch it leak," he tells her, hungry eyes watching her slit. Asami feels her face flush as he gawks at her spread open like this. Dabi groans as she clenches and the white liquid spills out of her beautiful folds.

Dabi finally rolls next to her, his chest lifting and falling with his labored breaths as he lifts his forearm to his forehead. He stares at the ceiling, mind completely lost in the afterglow. "Stay here tonight," his voice is rough, but it's not a command, and more of a request.

Asami releases an uneven breath, not allowing her mind to ponder anything as she says, "Okay."

Dabi smiles, turning to her and grabbing her head to place a kiss on her temple. He pulls away from her, eyes back on the ceiling, and for the first time in his life, Touya has everything that he's ever wanted.