A/N: Explicit sexual content ahead. Hope you are enjoying the story so far and please let me know what you think!

Chapter 31

Present Day – Day 27

Dabi's head is pounding and he feels like he's hungover as he lays down in his bed. He glares up at the ceiling, taking note of the texture above him as his mind is lost in his memories. He thinks about his dad. He thinks about how things could have been different if he didn't have his mother's weak fucking body. Maybe he would have been a hero. The hero that his childhood lover wanted him to be.

He turns his head, eyes locking on her bare back as she's turned away from him. The blankets are covering her upper body as she holds them in place with her arm, but they dip down her back to expose the line of her spine. Her hair is messily thrown on the pillow and the mattress. Her back is slowly lifting and falling with every heavy sleepy breath she takes.

How did I get here?

No. Fuck that.

Why the fuck did it take so long to get here?

It wasn't supposed to be like this. He wasn't supposed to fight this hard to get her. And she wasn't supposed to be that flying fuck boy's sloppy seconds. Dabi was supposed to be her first. He was supposed to explore her body first. He was supposed to be the one who won her. But now, he's just once again beat by someone better than him. Like Shouto.

Dabi groans as he looks away from her, eyes back on the ceiling. Fucking Shouto.

If I was good enough… If I tried harder… Perfect little Shouto would have never been born and Fatty would have been mine. Not some hero's sloppy seconds. If Dad just went into those fucking woods and saw my flames, he would have…

Dabi grunts as he feels himself getting too hot. He worries he will set fire to the bed if he continues down that path.

He glances back at the woman in his bed. I finally got her here, so what does it matter that it took this fucking long?

He thinks about the hero and her message to him. She was scared. Scared that these feelings weren't her own, so she reached out to him to come find her? Dabi was too eager to get her clothes off the day prior that he didn't think much about her explanation. Maybe she is afraid of all that she is.

Dabi can relate to that feeling. He is afraid of the man that he is when he's around her, because for the first time since he decided to dump this delusion that he would become a hero, he doesn't recognize the person that he is.

When he was Touya, he was a boy eager to become Japan's greatest hero. He would bring honor to his family, and he would make his father proud. All the training, and crying, and pain would be worth it in the end when his father placed his hand on Touya's shoulder and said "I'm proud of you, Son."

When that delusion melted in the flames of his uncontrolled Quirk, he lost sight of who he was. No longer Touya. No longer an aspiring hero. Just a husk wandering and waiting for a purpose.

And then there was Dabi. A persona he created when Endeavor arrested the Hero Killer: Stain. Basking in the glory of the takedown; there he was, still unfazed by the death of his son and that young boy's dream. It infuriated him to see Endeavor stand so tall and so mighty in the wake of that arrest. How many lives could Touya have saved if he became a hero? He could have become the greatest hero—far better than Endeavor if the man simply gave him a chance.

And that's when it hit him. Lurking in the shadows and committing no flashy crimes didn't punish his father for what he had done. He was rising and basking in the eyes of the public, when everyone was none the wiser of the atrocities that he committed behind the closed doors of his lavish home the civilians paid for.

The only way Dabi could finally find purpose in his life once again would be to unveil the curtain to Endeavor's abuse. But coming out and saying "My name is Touya Todoroki. Look at my damaged body and the pain Endeavor caused me," would do nothing to the people of Japan. Endeavor had too many resolves for anyone to give a shit of the one life he ruined in his private life.

He needed it to be more spectacular. He needed to show the world just how much Endeavor's flames bring harm to the complacent people of Japan. So, he finally became the ruthless Blue Flame of the League of Villains. He killed countless people. He can't even remember how many lowlife scum he's snuffed out with his father's flames. But he made sure to take innocent lives as well. No one cares about the shadows in the alleys; he knows that far better than anyone else.

Finally, Dabi was in a place where he knew who he was. He knew what was expected of him, and he enjoyed killing. And once he got a large enough list of victims, he would reveal himself to the world, and now suddenly, "I, Dabi, the notorious Blue Flame killer of the League of Villains who has snuffed out countless innocent lives, has done so with the flames and technique my dear father Enji Todoroki beat into me."

It took years, but he finally found a real purpose in his life. He finally found a drive to keep him moving throughout the day. He finally found the man that he was always meant to be… until…

His head turns back to the purple-haired woman laying down next to him. When did it all go fucking awry?

At first, it was clear what her role was. She was a tool—a sexy one that he was going to bury his cock in—but a tool nonetheless. But then she had to be his fucking Fatty. Out of all the women in Japan, it had to be her.

So, who is he now? He's not the ruthless Blue Flame who's taken countless innocent lives and so many others belonging to the scum that walk this place. He's not the blood thirsty villain who craves the scent of his victim's burning flesh. Around her, he's calm and serene. He's a pining fucking coward who will do anything for her.

He's a man worthy of a happy life. It's a concept he's not familiar with and he accepted long ago. But with the chance of it all brought up once again, he's scared shitless of what this could mean.

Telling her that he's Touya is a bad fucking idea. He needs to remind himself of that. She's finally here, naked in his bed for Dabi, not for Touya. He doesn't need to be Touya for her, because that raises so many more complicated feelings when she learns that he's the burnt shell of the boy she once knew.

Shit, what's happening to me? Dabi groans as he shifts in his bed. When did I get so fucking soft?

Actually, when did Dabi get hard? He lifts the covers over his hips to glance down at his aching cock. He exhales and turns his attention back to her. Thinking about her drives him wild, and now that he's had her, he's going to make damn sure that he gets to thoroughly enjoy her.

She's turned away from him, sleeping on her stomach as her arms hug the pillow she lays atop. Based on her breathing, she's still in a deep sleep, and he wonders if he can manage fucking her without even waking her. Dabi decides there's no fun in that, since he wants her writhing beneath him.

He scoots over towards her, lifting the blanket from her body, and slipping his hands below the covers. He quickly finds her ass, rubbing the warm globe softly. He enjoys the shape of her body, not having the opportunity before to discover every curve of her, but making sure that he does now.

He lifts her cheek up, prying it up as his head cocks to the side to see her slit hiding behind her perfect ass. He slips his finger to her folds and begins slowly trailing her slit. His touch is slow and deliberate, delicately wetting the area.

A soft groan lifts from her back and she begins stirring awake. I guess you're not as heavy of a sleeper as I thought. He continues to rub her lips and circling around her clit. Her hips lift as she groans once more, backing her ass into him. Dabi's cock aches with desperation to plunge inside of her.

"…'m tired," she grumbles almost incoherently.

Dabi chuckles in response. "Don't worry, Butterfly, you just sleep, I'll handle the rest." His voice is rough from sleep, and he hardly sounds himself.

She groans even louder as his fingers dip inside her wet walls. "I'm sore," she complains with more strength in her voice.

Dabi lifts himself from his side of the bed, pressing his body on top of hers as he rubs his hard cock on the lower curve of her ass. "And I'm hard," he growls at her as he grinds himself against her ass, while still teasing her folds.

Asami's head groggily lifts from the pillow to glance at the window, seeing no light reflecting in. "Dabi, it's the middle of the night," she grumbles as her heavy head falls back into the pillow.

"Remember what I said to you, Butterfly?" Dabi says, lips on the back of her neck as he kisses her nape. "I'd be fucking you all night," he reminds her.

Asami sighs and her body loosens under him. He begins pumping his finger inside her, feeling the ridges of her walls and greedily wanting to bottom out his cock inside these walls. She clenches around his single finger and he smirks down at her. "You're so tight like this," his voice is a low growl as his lips press the back of her ear. "I'm going to wreck this tight little pussy of yours," he chuckles.

"Dabi…" she tries to argue but her voice traps in her throat.

"How do these fingers feel inside you, Butterfly?" he asks her, hot breath on her neck. "Bet it feels better than those dainty little fingers of yours," she moans and he grinds against her. "Just wait 'till you feel my cock stretching you out."

She moans in response and Dabi smiles triumphantly as he pulls his fingers out of her folds. "You know, I haven't tasted you yet," he says, eyes igniting as he looks down at his wet digits as the slick sticks in ropes between his fingers. Asami moans weakly in response as Dabi's fingers lift to his lips. He slips his tongue out and coats his wet fingers. "Fuck," he groans as the taste explodes his senses. "You taste so fuckin' good, all that healthy shit you eat got you tasting nice n' sweet." Asami releases a humored scoff at his comment while he sucks his fingers clean.

He moves his hands to her folds, lining himself up to her entrance. She digs her stomach into the mattress as she arches her back and lifts her ass to him. "Looks like you're not that sore after all," he grins down at her but she keeps her eyes shut while she delicately rocks her ass against his cock.

Dabi's eyes narrow and he focuses on his task at hand. He plunges his cock inside her, rougher than before, and this earns him a hiss and a hunching of her back. He latches his blunt nails into her hips and begins pounding into her relentlessly and unforgivingly. He's rough with her this time, almost punishing her for being such a fucking tease this whole time.

She moans louder now, legs already shaking at his unforgiving rutting. "Fuck, this pussy feels amazing. I don't think I'll ever get over it," he chuckles incredulously.

She pants loudly and Dabi moves his hands from her hips and up to her hair. He fists the purple strands and entangles them in his grip. He jerks her head back, lifting it off of the pillow and shooting her throat to the sky as he continues pounding inside her.

"I wanna hear you scream, Butterfly. None of this soft breathing shit."

"Ow," she responds more in pain that pleasure.

"Not like that," he drills into her. "My name. I wanna hear you panting my name."

"Ah," she winces. "Dabi," she grumbles.

"I wanna hear you beg for it," his relentless thrusts continue to impale her into the mattress. "I wanna hear you crying for this cock! Ah yeah…"

"Fuck… off" she moans and he tugs on her hair, causing tears to well in the corner of her eyes. "Ass…" she grumbles against him and he can't help the large grin taking over his face at her cute attempt at being too prideful for this.

"Aww, don't act like you don't want it now. You've already proven you're my perfect little cock sleeve."

Her hand lifts to slap him but he quickly throws her head back down on the pillow. "You wanna start spanking, Butterfly?" he asks her, lighting up. "You have been such a pain in the ass. You could use some punishment."

He lifts his other hand, smacking her ass with a loud hit that resonates in the room. Her body jerks at this, but the moan lifting from her throat shows that it's all but unwelcomed. "You're a dirty little slut, aren'tcha, Doll?"

His hips continue to drive into her with a relentless force that has her seeing stars. Her lips flutter around his cock and she's clenching onto him. "Fuck, you're already there?" he teases her. "Such a naughty little—"

Her orgasm cuts him off, her voice tearing at her throat as her back arches into him like a bitch begging for some cock.

She's tightening around him and the sensation is surprisingly too much for Dabi. He unexpectedly finds himself hitting his own high, and before he can pull out of her to stop himself, he's already cuming inside her while digging his nails into her ass.

His thrusts are hard as he empties himself inside her and his eyes shut tightly while he revels in the feeling of her pussy milking him dry.

He detaches from her, trying to watch his cum leak out of her, but it's too dark in the room for him to enjoy the sight. He chuckles as he staggers off of her. He sits on his knees, watching her below him as her half-lidded eyes stare off into nothing. He wishes once more that he knew what she was thinking.

"Go back to sleep, Butterfly," he tells her, placing his hand delicately on her back between her shoulder blades and her eyes heavily close.

He sighs as he looks down at her peaceful expression, feeling an aching in his chest as he watches her sleep.

Fuck, she will be the end of me.

Hours pass and Dabi still finds himself struggling to fall asleep. The early morning sun peaks through the window, and Dabi figures that it's probably four or five in the morning. It's still far too early to go about his day.

Dabi has never really had a good night's rest since that night at Sekoto Peak. His body aches too much from the staples and pulling of his taut skin, that getting comfortable has never been easy. And when he somehow does manage to fall asleep, his dreams are plagued with recollections of that night where his body went up in flames and there was no one there to help him.

His mind is muddled with so many thoughts and he finds himself anxiously shaking his foot, hoping the vibrations don't wake her.

He turns his head over to her, still awestruck by the realization that she's in bed next to his monstrous body. She's turned to him now, and he watches the subtle twitches of her face as she dreams. He wonders what she dreams about, and wishes that he could join her in there. They're probably far better than his own.

His leg keeps bouncing aimlessly and he wants to walk around or move, but he's worried that he's going to wake her and disturb her peaceful sleep. He hates quiet times like these because all he can think about is his father or his last moments on Sekoto Peak. Both of them equally as painful.

Dabi tries to sway his mind into thinking about her, and how fantastic she feels fluttering around his dick, but when he allows the thought of her to penetrate his skull, he's clouded with the memories of their last moment together… her final words to him.

He watches her, seeing the softening of her features that make her look more childlike. She looks more and more like his Fatty every day, and that just brings the dreadful memory reeling back into his skull. The way she looked at him, the way her nose wrinkled with hate when she said those final words to him that had him trekking up to Sekoto Peak to prove her wrong—

"You're shaking the bed," her voice draws him from his reverie to watch as her eyes slightly open.

"Sorry," his voice is rough as he makes a point to stop shaking his leg.

She inhales deeply, blinking heavily before she finally opens her eyes wider to him. "You haven't slept all night."

"I didn't mean to keep you up," he returns.

She groans as she turns her body towards him and props her head up with her hand. "What's on your mind?"

He lifts his hand, brushing her hair behind her ear, "Don't worry about it, Butterfly. Go back to sleep."

"I'm already awake," she smiles at him. "Tell me what's on your mind."

Dabi doesn't want to go down that path with her. He'd rather just have her go back to sleep so he's not a burden to her.

"I was thinking about filling up that pretty little cunt of yours again," he groans crassly as he thrusts his hips closer to her and she responds with a rolling of her eyes, not at all surprised that he dodges any conversation of getting to know him.

She doesn't know much about Dabi as he seems to keep more to himself than the rest of the League. She doesn't even know his real name, and he doesn't seem too keen on opening up to her either, regardless of how close they've become.

Dabi grinds into her, pulling her from her thoughts as he rolls atop her. "I am so sore," she complains to him as he rocks his hips against hers.

"Come on, it'll feel good."

"Do you want me to put it in terms you'll understand?" she cocks her head to the side. "You fucked me so hard with your giant cock, that it tore my pussy and now I doubt I'll be able to walk normally."

Dabi's eyes light up as his staples practically tear off of his face at the wide grin he's adopted. "Fuck, Butterfly, you can't be talkin' to me like that, you're gonna get me creaming my pants."

She groans as that does anything but deter him from sex and he situates himself nicely between her legs. He spreads her open, tilting his head to the side as he examines her slits. "Looks like your torn pussy wants it," he informs her, pressing his index and middle fingers to her slit to show how wet she is.

She moans in response, figuring there's no use pretending she doesn't enjoy this. Part of her admittedly enjoys how rough and vulgar he is with her.

He pumps both fingers inside of her and she blanks the rest out. Her annoyance with him suddenly washes away, and the soreness is replaced with a feeling that's just too wrong to be experiencing with him.

Dabi's a villain and has undoubtedly killed many people in his short life. Their relationship began when he stalked and kidnapped her. He took away her only form of self-defense, forced her to live in a shit-hole, and—fuck when did he start fucking me?

Asami releases a quiet cry as his hips dig into her. The way he fucks her is nothing like she's felt before. When he fucks her slowly, his hips rock back and forth in an intoxicating rhythm that manages to rub against her clit and hit her g-spot all at once. When he's driving his cock inside her with relentless thrusts, he's grinding against her walls and smashing into her cervix in an illicit way that just sails her to a euphoric high. And somehow, he manages to do this all at once.

The way he looks at her makes her feel like they've been lovers for decades. He knows how she likes it and how to turn her on; it's the way he drives her up the wall with his domineering voice, his lewd movements, and his magnetic gaze that makes her feel like she's the only woman in the world.

"Fuck, you're flexible," he excitedly discovers as his voice brings her back to him. She immediately blushes as his hands hold the back of her knees to each side of her head while her legs hang uselessly over his shoulders and down his back.

He's so deep.

Feeling him this far inside her has her eyes rolling in the back of her head and she crunches in on herself while her body trembles around him.

Dabi's head cranes back, throat to the sky as he revels in the feeling of her tightening around him. He isn't far behind her.

Asami loves this feeling and she hates herself so much for not letting him do this to her before. She never wants this to end, and if she could stay in this room for the rest of her life, she would never leave.

He watches her, his turquoise eyes examining every detail of her face, and the look has her heart thumping erratically. She sheepishly looks away from him, unable to match his passionate gaze and feeling suddenly self-conscious at how powerful his stare is.

"You feel so fucking good like this," he groans, his lips brushing against hers. "Imma fill you up until it leaks," he growls. "That pretty little cunt's gonna take it all!"

Asami moans, loving the sound of his animalistic voice when he has her like this. She can feel him hardening inside her as he approaches his peak which has her toes curling into the sheets. He feels fantastic and she feels herself approaching another high when she's hit like a brick wall.

Her eyes fling open and her heart pounds wildly in her chest. "Dabi stop!" she cries out as he stills. He quickly pulls out of her, some of his cum spilling inside her, while most of it spurts out on her folds and the sheets between her legs.

"What's wrong?" Dabi asks her with widening eyes and a genuine tone of worry. "Are you hurt?"

She gulps down the lump in her throat at how stupid she is. "I'm not on birth control!" she panics.

Dabi's widened eyes fall down into his characteristic annoyed slits. "It's a little fucking late for that, Butterfly. I've been creaming inside you all night!" he deadpans.

"I need the morning after pill!" she tells him sternly. "And I need to go to my pharmacist for my monthly pack!"

"So, you were fucking the bird without protection but you don't want—"

"I was on the pill until you kidnapped me, asshole!" she growls at him. "Maybe the next time you kidnap someone, make sure you swipe up their medications too!"

Dabi chuckles at how cute she looks when she's angry, which just makes her even more furious with him. "Yeah, alright, calm down. We'll get whatever you need," he tells her with a more leveled tone than hers.

"Dabi, I need to go and get it. They won't release the prescription to anyone else."

"I'll get Twice to make a copy and get it, relax," he grinds his teeth.

"I don't want Twice getting my birth control!" she shrieks with embarrassment.

"He knows we're fucking, Butterfly. Everybody probably does after how loud you were," he says with a cheeky grin.

"Dabi, I'm being serious," she growls at him. "This is personal, and I don't want Twice getting it for me." Dabi's jaw tightens as her glistening eyes land on his, pleading for him to understand. "Please, can you just let me leave the compound so I can get this?" his eyes slide from hers as he exhales and tries to keep his eyes off of hers.

"You can come with me," she tries to sweeten the deal. "I just… I want to keep doing this, and I want us to be safe," she candidly admits, which has his eyes back on hers, searching them for any form of deceit.

She can't deny that she doesn't want to keep doing this with him, in fact she doesn't want to stop. She knows that he feels the same, so appealing to him to allow this to continue is her only sure-fire way to ensure that he will agree to let her go.

Dabi watches her, diving into the lilac pools of her eyes, feeling as though he is in a field of flowers when he looks at her like this. He jumps into her skull, trying to find in her head where she's lying in order to get out of the compound and somewhere public where she can seek a hero's help. If he lets her out, she will undoubtedly find someone to help her, and she'll be swiftly returned to that pretty boy hero she seems to be desperate to get back to.

But he can't find any of that in her eyes. They are wide and doe-like, with a pleading sense of need spilling from them. She doesn't want this to end, and no matter how much Dabi wants to second guess her words and think she's plotting against him, nothing in her eyes gives that away.

Dabi tenses his jaw, pulling his bright eyes from hers as he says with a wince, "Alright." He swallows down the constriction in his throat that questions her motives and allows himself to place trust in her. He can't see her sad or worried like she is, and he will do anything to make her happy and comfortable here, even if that means swallowing his fear of her abandoning him and allowing her to leave. In the end, he will do everything for her. "We can leave tomorrow."