A/N: Today is our favorite winged hero's Birthday! Happy B-day Hawks! I'm sorry you're a fuck boy in this story! To celebrate Hawks' birthday please enjoy 2 chapters this week! Hope you enjoy them! It's basically all smut.

Trigger warning: recreational drug use, dub con, slight non con, Asami is too drunk for this, Dabi is domineering.

Chapter 33

Present Day – Day 27

"Where have you been?" Asami asks in a tone that's far from as strong as she'd like to come off. "Dabi, what the fuck?" she whimpers before he can even answer her. She tries to sound intimidating but she sounds far from it.

Fuck, I'm too drunk for this.

"Where were you? You said that we'd go to the store and then you're nowhere to be found and then Shigaraki said I can't leave and you told him I couldn't leave and now I'm stuck here and I need to go to the store because you said you would take me and I really don't want to have a kid so I started drinking because I didn't know what else to do and it's not because it's with you but you said that you didn't either—"

"Would you stop," Dabi chuckles at her relentless blabbering. He looks down at the pout that she returns to him that just makes him shake his head at how cute she looks like this. "There were whispers that some of those fuck-head liberationists weren't happy about someone Quirkless facilitating the negotiations. We were worried they'd make a move against you, so we're taking measures to make sure you're safe."

"But Dabi… the…" she swallows hard, "the pills."

Dabi exhales, sitting down on the bed next to her as his weight dips the mattress. He pulls out a brown bag that she didn't even notice he was holding. He hands her the bag and she takes it into her hands. "I wasn't able to get you the monthly pack, but I got you the morning after one." She looks inside the bag and pulls out the box. "I didn't want you to worry about it, so I figured I'd get it for you until it's safe for you to leave and get the monthly pack."

She takes the box and opens it up, taking out the pill and quickly dry-swallowing it. Instantly she feels a sense of relief and safety overcome her body. She notices something else in the bag and reaches in. She pulls out four nail polishes ranging in different shades of purple. "I noticed that you've been picking at your nails more and figured you'd want to paint your nails," Dabi continues. "I saw these and picked out those colors because they reminded me of you."

Asami looks up at him with glistening eyes and Dabi slides his gaze away from her, feeling stupid for saying something so pathetic.

"Dabi…" she swoons at him.

"It's not that big of a deal," Dabi grumbles coolly as he rubs the back of her neck. "It's a disgusting habit, so I figured this would help you knock it off," he tries to sell.

She smiles wildly up at him, her dimples pressing to her cheeks. She looks devious like this—cute and childlike.

"You know," she begins with a cheeky grin. "I don't think you're as bad as you let off," she says with a soft giggle playing at her throat and his eyes are back on hers. "I remember hearing people talk about the vicious Blue Flame from the League of Villains. How he was a ruthless murderer," she shakes her head as a soft smile paints her lips. "But that's not you. You're kind, and you care about the others. I know you like them. Why don't you show that to people?"

Dabi blinks back at her in response. He doesn't know how to answer her. He doesn't care for the rest of the League; they're all fucking psychopaths. They are just stepping stones towards his ultimate plan of taking down Endeavor.

But for her… He is turning into a fucking fool for her. The pill and the nail polish—he paid for them; he didn't kill anyone for it. He fucking paid for them like a fucking clown. He could've killed the motherfucker, taken the monthly pill and told her to take the damn thing and not ask questions. But instead, he paid for it and brought it to her so she wouldn't be worried. Because he wants to be a better man for her. What the hell is she doing to me?

Dabi watches her, his brightly lit turquoise pools darting between her eyes and lips as he listens to her soft words of him. "You've never seen that side of me," he tells her, thinking about the man that he is when he's standing over someone's burning body, and the pure joy he feels lifting at his chest when he hears them screaming and writhing at his feet. "I'm not a good guy, Butterfly."

She watches him, lashes heavily batting at him as if they were the heaviest things she's lifted. "Why don't I ever see him?"

Because when I'm around you, I'm calm. You put me in a good mood. Your presence is peaceful. You make me want… a life without revenge. When I'm around you, I don't think about killing or hurting anyone.

How the hell is he supposed to tell her any of that? He can't. She won't understand. This isn't a life he deserves. Failures like him don't deserve lives like this. But she… she wants this. She's here in this bed, lying next to his monstrous body and wants to spend her moments with him.

What the fuck is she doing to me? Why do I feel so elated right now? Could I really give up on Endeavor and his Masterpiece just to have a semblance of a life with her? Could she truly be happy with someone like me?

The look on her face pisses him off. She's swooning, her eyes are glistening, and she's looking at him like he's her pet. "You think I'm fucking soft?" he snaps at her. "Don't get confused, Butterfly. I'm a villain."

"Mmhmm," she returns unconvinced as she bites back her smile, accentuating her dimples.

He scoffs at her, not letting her think he's some pining shit for her. He snatches her legs, digging his nails into her thighs and dragging her body to the edge of the bed. She returns with a playful squeak, but he's not playing. "Get on your knees," he commands her in a domineering tone. When she hesitates, he snatches her throat and glares into her eyes. "I said, get on your knees," he sneers through gritted teeth.

The look in her eyes clouds over with lust. She knows what he wants and she knows that he's about to be rough with her, and she shakes with anticipation.

Dabi steps away from her, releasing her throat and standing before the bed. "You've been such a pain in my ass," he begins scolding her as she lifts herself into a seated position. "You keep placing these demands like you have a say in anything," he moves his hands to his belt, fingers unlacing the material. "You think you can just use me as your carrier dog?"

Asami drops down to her knees in front of him. She lifts her hands up to assist him with his belt when he slaps them away. "Hands behind your back," he demands and she obeys. "You clearly need to learn your place," his voice is low and threatening and it does all but deter her, as she feels a heat pooling between her legs.

He whips his belt from his pants and coils the material between his knuckles. She bites down on her lip, looking up at him in anticipation. He bends over towards her, grabbing her arms and forcing them together behind her back. He binds them with is belt, tightly tugging until her skin pulls taut and she winces.

He straightens his back and looks down at her. "Now that's your place," he admires. "On your knees in front of me."

He unzips his pants and pulls down on the fabric. He springs out of his boxers and Asami shakes at his size still not used to the sight of him. He smiles to himself at her response to him, feeling his ego inflate at the cautious look she gives him.

He gives himself a few pumps before he steps towards her. "Let's put this pretty little mouth of yours to good use," Dabi growls, snatching the back of her head with his hand and lining up her lips to the head of his cock. He's fully determined to show her that he's not as fucking soft as she expects of him.

She parts her lips slightly, flattening out her tongue on the under length of his cock as she takes him in. She's taking too long to do anything with it, and Dabi encourages her to speed it up. He grabs onto her hair, lacing his fingers into her purple strands as he takes hold of her.

He quickly shoves her against his shaft, while thrusting against her face. Her nose hits below his navel and his cock is shoved well in the back of her throat. She immediately gags, trying to pull her head back as her back heaves, but Dabi holds her into place. "I don't think so, Butterfly," he growls down at her as he holds her head at the nape of her neck. "You like using that mouth to order me around. It's about time I show you what its intended purposes are."

Dabi begins a steady pace of fucking her face. Each thrust brushes against the back of her throat, making her dizzy as she tries not to gag. The primal grunts from Dabi make her feral with want, and she clenches her fists tightly as her nails dig into her palms.

She flattens down her tongue, turning her head to the side and bobbing her head against his thrusts to try to gain control of the rhythm. Dabi chuckles out a groan and loosens his grip on her hair. "Look at me, Butterfly," he commands and her eyes lift up to watch him through her fluttering lashes. The connection of their stare is intense, and Asami feels herself clenching against nothing. If it weren't for her panties, she'd be dripping down her thighs with want at his treatment of her.

Something about the way Dabi treats her drives her rabid. It's the domineering tone of his voice, the fire igniting in his eyes when he looks at her, his calloused harsh grip pulling and tugging her useless body to his every whim. She moans a helpless cry that vibrates between them as he stares down at her, causing him to break eye contact as his eyes roll back.

"Fuck you're warm and this feels amazing," he chuckles incredulously. "Imma fuck all your pretty little holes until my cock is bone dry and satiated."

He watches her as she takes him so well. He smiles triumphantly at the sight if her, thinking about the winged hero and the stupid smile plastered on his face as they spoke. He wonders what kind of face the dumb bird would make once he sees this sight: his drive-thru fuck on her knees with Dabi's cock wrapped around her lips. And when she sucks in her cheeks Dabi's question of whether or not he'd see those dimples of hers is answered when those two cute indents appear. What a fucking view.

She tries to focus on some kind of technique, but with her hands bound, and his hips relentlessly thrusting, she can't do much but slide her tongue up and down the underside of his cock. This seems to be enough for him because she can feel him hardening as the veins of his cock pulsate at her touch.

The lascivious sounds coming from her mouth fill the room as she sucks in her cheeks and tightens around him. The room grows hot with their passion and maybe some of Dabi's Quirk, causing a light sweat to form at her hairline. Tears bead in the corner of her eyes at his unforgiving rutting, and she's sure her makeup's smeared as she blinks.

She can feel herself getting extremely dizzy from the drinks and his movements, so she shuts her eyes tightly and tries to forget the relentless moving of her head. She can feel him hardening inside her and she braces herself for his release.

He looks down at her, seeing the fabric of her robe slipping off of her shoulders. "You naked under this?" he asks her with a deviance in his tone. "Got all dolled up and ready for my arrival like a good little bitch didn'tchya?"

She moans in response and the vibration of her throat makes him groan. His callous fingers lace around the fabric of her robe, pulling it down her shoulders as it uselessly falls at her waist. Her breasts are bare to him and he smiles down at her. "Gonna cum all over these pretty titties," he tells her with excitement. "Gonna paint 'em with my seed… fuck!"

Dabi pulls out of her mouth as a rope of saliva falls to her chin. He points the head of his cock to her breasts and she lifts them up to receive his load. His cum decorates her chest in ropes of hot white liquid as he groans through his high.

Once he pumps the last of it out and on her chest, he looks down at her, admiring the view. After a moment of appreciating the sight of her covered in his cum, he uses his fingers to swipe of the load from her chest. "Open your mouth," he commands and she does. He smiles at her compliance and shoves the two fingers in her mouth, forcing her to taste his seed.

She brushes her tongue against his fingers, never once allowing her eyes to break contact with his. "You're a dirty little whore, aren'tchya, Butterfly. You like being treated like this," he excitedly discovers. She moans in response and he grins down at her, pulling his fingers out of her mouth with a plop.

After reaching around her back and releasing her binds, he steps away from her, digging into the breast pocket of his coat to grab a rolled up joint. He places it on his lips and lights it with his Quirk. Meanwhile, Asami heads back to the bed, launching herself into the mattress as she sinks in. She closes her eyes and allows herself to drift off.

"Oh, don't get too comfortable, Butterfly. We're not done yet," he says with a gruff voice as he blows out the smoke.

"But you came," she tells him as she opens her eyes to him.

"Yeah," he begins, lifting himself onto the bed and planting himself between her legs, "But you didn't," he tells her. Before she can say anything, he holds the drag out in front of her. "Take a hit, it'll feel better."

She thinks about the last time he offered her the blunt, remembering how she spent that night on a speech for Endeavor that he never said because of Hawks. It seems like a lifetime ago, yet no time's passed. This time, she doesn't deny him, and she lifts her hand up to take the drag between her fingers.

She takes a hit, immediately coughing up the smoke. He shakes his head at her with a lopsided grin as he shimmies down the bed. He unlaces the bow around her waist of her robe and opens it up for his eyes to greedily devour. He drinks up the curves of her body and his hands are quickly on her, trailing up and down her soft skin as he sends chills all over her.

Asami shivers at his touch as he pillages her body with his wayward trace. She takes another hit as she watches him take hold of her body and move her like a doll for his pleasure. His fingers hook into her panties and he looks up at her with a devious smile touching his mismatched lips. Before she can even process his features, he takes the thin fabric into his hands and tears them off of her legs as if they were paper.

"Dabi!" she snaps at him as he tosses the torn material over his shoulder.

"I'll buy you—"

"You still owe me for last time!" she growls at him.

"You want me to get you drug store panties?" he chuckles at her. "Relax, I'll get you a nice new pair to rip into pieces."

"You could've just taken them off," she whines like a child who's had their favorite toy broken.

Her head slams into the mattress and she's pretty faded at this moment. Dabi can see the glassy look in her eyes from the drugs and alcohol. She looks so beautiful like this. Her eyes are heavily lidded, and when she looks at him—when she stares down at his lips and bites hers—he can tell that she's begging him to make his move.

Dabi gulps down the fluttering of his heart pounding up to his throat, and turquoise eyes fall from her lidded stare as he explores her body, one hand continuing to nip at her breasts, while the other begins encircling her clit.

She releases a moan from her throat, and Dabi continues the pace on her clit, feeling her get increasingly wet. "Look at you, you're so wet for me. You're such a good girl, getting so wet for me," he praises her as he begins dipping his finger slowly inside her.

He pulls his finger out of her, and her voice hitches in her throat as she looks down at the man making his way between her legs. She frowns down at him when his fingers leave her folds, but her heart races when she watches him shed his coat and dip his head down between her legs. She inhales when he presses his tongue to her exterior to lap her up.

He begins flicking her exterior folds with his tongue as his strong gaze doesn't waver from her own. He hooks his arms into her legs, splaying them over his shoulders and keeping them nice and separated so he has room to make good work of her.

He purses his lips on the tip of her clit, sucking on the sensitive flesh which causes her head to dig into the mattress while her back arches into his lips. She cries out with a shaking breath as her body tries to jerk away from him, but he holds her down.

He unhooks his left arm and presses the pads of his fingers to her wet folds as he begins encircling them. His body is hot, and heats up the whole room, causing a light sweat to kiss her forehead. She's panting from the heat and his actions between her legs feeling lightheaded all together.

She can feel the staples on his cheek scratching at the sides of her thighs while he continues to eat her out. His cool tongue piercing is providing her with a foreign sensation that's just driving her over the edge. It's a sensation she's never felt, and with his body hotter than normal, he's driving her to a feeling she's never experienced.

Dabi watches as her lashes flutter while her eyes roll in the back of her head from the stimulation that he's providing her and she looks so fucking gorgeous like that.

He smiles against her folds as he dips his finger into her cavern. She hisses at this and he continues with a soft pump of his digit. He quickly introduces his second finger and he feels a tension pushing against him. She's so tight and her body's fighting him. He can't wait to bottom out his dick and feel her body clench around him.

"Yeah," she exhales with a panting moan. "Yeah, right there," she instructs him.

"Feels good, doesn't it, Baby?"

The voice brings her from her euphoria and her eyes shoot open as her body grows rigid. She looks down with enlarged eyes confirming what she just heard. Between her legs, greets a messy head of blonde hair. "Kei—"

She bites down on her lip as hard as she can, breaking some skin. He's not here. He's not between her legs. She's just so fucked up right now.

"Yeah Baby, your pussy is so wet," Keigo coos as his fingers pump inside her.

She groans, shaking her head and the image of Keigo out of her mind. This isn't fair for Dabi. She shouldn't be fantasizing about Hawks when another man is fingering her.

But fuck… the way Keigo goes down on her is like nothing else. He's so fucking good at it, and if she shuts her eyes tightly, it's almost like he's the one between her legs, and that fucked up fantasy keeps her going.

"Like that," her voice softly whimpers. "Fuck, you feel so good," she whines, being mindful not to cry out his name.

She knows this is terrible, and she knows that she should be thinking about Dabi between her legs and not Keigo. But if she thinks about Keigo, and she thinks about the way his tongue and lips pull at her with an intoxicating technique, she can feel herself getting so close to cuming.

He hums against her folds as his tongue continues to circle and suck at her bundle of nerves. She's whimpering now with breathy moans at each change in movement that he rouses from her, and it sounds like a fucking symphony.

She opens her eyes and looks down at him, only seeing his messy blonde hair as he's fully committed his attention on her folds. Her hand shakily reaches for him as her fingers entangle in his unruly golden locks. He glances up at her through his lashes, and when their eyes land on one another, a fiery electricity crackles through her body and bursts her every nerve. He watches as the tangled speechless look takes over her gaze on him.

"Play with your tits, Baby," his lips momentarily depart to command her.

She trembles at his tone and her hands comply to his demands. Her free hand cups her mounds, fingers pinching the sensitive bud as she teases herself and thrusts her hips against his lips.

She shakes her head at the wrongful fantasy of him between her legs as she clutches onto his hair and pushes his face deeper against her folds. No one has ever ate her out quite like Hawks does, and all she can think about in this moment is how good he feels and how high she is.

Hawks moans against her folds and the vibration makes her cry out. "Yeah," the moan tears through her throat. Her hands abandon their task as she grips desperately onto the sheets while she tries to keep herself from floating away, feeling herself climbing higher and higher.

He feels her clenching around his fingers while her thighs begin quaking from her core. She's so close. He unhooks his right arm and places his hand on her pubic mound, he lightly grazes up her navel and she begins violently shaking at his soft touch, equal parts from sexual stimulation and a ticklish reaction.

His fingers continue to graze up her toned stomach, causing her to suck in and expose her ribcage against her skin. He brushes against the protruding bones until his fingers reach the under curve of her breast. He lifts over the curve and finally lands on her erect nipple that he quickly ensnares in his fingers and gives them a hard pinch.

Her entire body arches and she lets out the loudest cry of pleasure, that everyone in the fucking block undoubtedly hears. He groans against her sex and begins pumping with a more feverish need as his tongue meets the same pace.

"Ah, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" she pants wildly and he loves her like this. He has her right where he wants her. He has her in the palm of his hands.

Her eyes squeeze shut as her body begins convulsing. Her pussy's clenching against his fingers and her thighs are quivering at the core. She throws her head back, burying her face in the sheets and her hair as her back arches into his lips. "I'm, I…" she can't even finish declaring what he already knows because her body rolls over the peak.

Her voice cracks as she cries at the peak of her high. Her toes curl and her fingers clench against the fabric of the sheets as her body coils into itself while he rubs her through her high.

Her head lifts once more and the image of Dabi is returned to her as he lifts from her folds. He quickly lifts his body to hers, pressing his lips against her as he drives a sloppy kiss. She can taste her cum on his lips as her fingers unclench from the sheets and tangle in his spikey black hair.

He grinds his hips against hers and she wants nothing more than that thick cock of his stretching her out. Her hands pull from his hair and feverishly tear at his jeans to get him bare. He smiles down at her as she hungrily rips off his clothes.

She tears his shirt off of him and within seconds, they are both naked before one another.

Dabi lifts himself to his knees, dipping the bed with his weight as he takes hold of his dick in his hands. He lines himself up to her soaking entrance teasing her exterior and getting him well lubed with her juices.

His magnetic gaze reaches her hungry eyes, watching the want drip from her features. His eyes drop from hers to her heaving chest, lifting and dropping her beautiful breasts. He snatches the mound in his grip, enveloping her rosebud nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue against the soft skin.

Her back arches off of the bed, a rough moan tearing at her throat and he smiles against her, loving how much this affects her. He loves learning the things that turn her on and drive her wild, and he wants to know every little thing that makes her wild with need.

He hooks his hips into hers pressing himself into her and stretching out her entrance as he pushes in. "Oh," she mews as she convulses around him. She's even tighter than she was before because her walls are still pulsating from her high.

Dabi grips onto the sheets next to her head, willing his body not to cum at how fucking amazing she feels. He begins pumping inside her as her walls tighten around him, squeezing him into a euphoric high that he can't help but chuckle at.

His hand runs through his black hair as her hands reach his chest, gripping onto his pecks as his thrust continue to relentlessly pound into her.

Her eyes roll in the back of her head as her lashes flutter at the movement of his hips. He feels a thousand times better when she's high, and she finds her legs quaking between his. He doesn't even have a second to tease her about cuming again so quickly before her head flings back and she releases another throaty moan as her walls flutter around his cock.

"Fuck, Butterfly, you're milkin' me so fuckin'… shit…" his voice cracks as he continues to thrust through her high.

He leans his head down, ensnaring her neck in a possessive kiss as he fills her senses with him. She inhales, arching into him as his tongue trails her neck with wet sweltering kisses.

"Ah," she responds to his skin on her skin. "Ah, yeah," she pants.

His warmth overtakes her, sweat glistening on her forehead as the heat radiating from his skin lifts her into another state of ecstasy. She lifts her trembling hands into his head, pressing him against her as her shaking hips begin thrusting against his own movements.

She buries her nose into his hair, taking in the intoxicating woodland smell of him that sends another wave of nostalgia into her.

The smell is so intoxicating. His scent brings back memories of her childhood that makes her heart race wildly. It's the smell of summer rain, and crisp winter nights. It's the smell of fire dancing off the firepit logs. The woods after a torrential downpour.

It's the smell of Touya.

Everything always reminds her of him. She's always reminded of the white-haired boy who captured her heart. She never wanted anything so much, than to spend her every waking moment with him.

She can't let go of him or the memory of him, despite the years that have passed since his death. Because no matter what, something always brings her back to the memory of him as she desperately tries to find him in every aspect of her life.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Fatty,"

Her body goes completely stiff and she drops his head. Her eyes widen and she turns her head towards him. He lifts his head from her, sensing the sudden rigidness of her body. He lifts himself at an arm's reach, looking down at the wide-eyed expression on her face as she looks onto him.

Her lips are parted, her brows tangling in confusion as the white-haired man looks down at her. "What's wrong, Fatty?" he asks her.

Her hand unsteadily lifts up to his face; his perfect milky face. She brushes his cheek with her thumb, looking up at him with wide incredulous eyes. She doesn't feel the burned taut skin or the cold metal of Dabi's staples, but instead feels his soft flawless skin.

"No," she whimpers under her breath.

"Are you alright?" Touya asks her, looking down at her with a lopsided smile.

"How…" her voice is too shaken and unstable to even begin to ask how he's here with her, when she finally realizes… "Fuck I'm high," she groans as her hand drops from his face to grab her head.

"Don't worry, Fatty," his voice is smooth like honey. "I'll take care of ya," his thrusts continue to rut inside her and she looks back up at him.

She surveys his face as he continues to pump inside of her. He's so handsome—heartbreakingly handsome. His skin is soft, his eyes are on fire, his ivory strands of hair are falling in front of his face as he continues to press inside her. Is this how he would have looked if he lived? He's too handsome. How can he be here with her?

"I'm here," he reassures her as if he could read her mind. "I won't leave you again, Fatty. I'm here."

She moans at his tone as his lips reach her neck once more.

"I've wanted this for so long," he tells her against the crook of her neck. "I've been fantasizing about having you since we were kids, but fuck…" his hips mercilessly rut inside her. "Fuck it's so much better than I ever thought it'd be."

"Ngh, Tou—" she bites down on her lips once more. Touya is not here. He's dead. He's dead. He's not coming back. Dabi is fucking her and this isn't fair thinking about anyone other than him. It's one thing for her to fantasize about Keigo while Dabi's fucking her, but Touya? A dead boy from her childhood. How absolutely pathetic.

"Yeah, say my name, Fatty," he encourages her as his lips move to her ears, tickling her lobes.

"Ngh!" she arches against him as she tries to protest.

"Come on, Fatty. Say my name," his voice growls as his hips begin thrusting perilously chasing the high that she's edging at. "I wanna hear my name leaving those soft lips of yours."

"I can't," her voice whines as she stands at her peak. She can feel his cock hardening inside her and he's approaching his own climax.

Asami turns her head away from him, shutting her eyes as tears begin falling from the corners of her eyes. She can't say it. She can't allow herself to replace living people in her life with the pathetic delusion that he is around. He's dead. He's never coming back. Just forget him already.

He grabs hold of her jaw, pulling her head back to his turquoise gaze. He smiles down at her, handsome and simply striking. His fingers brush against her quivering lips as his digits push past her lips. She opens her mouth, welcoming his soft fingers inside as they approach their peak.

This is what it could have been like if she told him how she felt. She could be looking in Touya's eyes right now, the eyes of the man she still loves so much, even to this day.

"Cum with me, Fatty," he commands her in an intoxicating and domineering tone. "Cum with me."

His eyes gleam with excitement as he watches his fingers envelop behind her lips. His ivory strands stick to his sweat glistened forehead as he continues his relentless thrusts. "Call out my name," he demands of her with a fiery dominance that sends a quiver between her legs. He presses his forehead to hers as his thrust dig deep into her cavern. His breath is ragged as she looks into his bright eyes. "Say it!" he commands with a desolate growl as they both roll at the height of their climax. "Say my fucking name!"

"Mhmm," her voice is muffled by his fingers. "—ou—," she tries between his digits. She notices that his name is unintelligible and she allows the sinful act for the sake of reaching her own high. "—ouya—" she pants. "Tou—" he pulls out his fingers to hear his name but she bites down on her lips to stop her declaration. She instead cries out, toes curling as her body convulses around herself.

Her eyes roll in the back of her head, and she loses the image of Touya when she scrunches her eyes shut.

His voice is ragged and wild as he growls animalistically in her ear. His thrusts rip at her insides as he pounds persistently into her cervix. He fills her up in the most wicked way and it's so wrong, and this is so bad, but she wants nothing more than to be here as his hot cum paints her insides.

He stills and his body is dangerously hot as she feels her skin redden from the heat emanating off of him. After a moment, he rolls off her, and Asami catches the black of his hair, bringing her to the sinking realization that Touya is nothing more than a painful fantasy.

"I don't think I've ever felt someone cum that hard before," Dabi chuckles past his labored breaths as she stares incredulously at the ceiling.

"That was the last time," she tells him, memorized by the same ceiling, but seeing him turn his head to her in her peripheral. "The last time you cum in me until I get my pills."

"Yeah," he says with a sigh. "Yeah, sure," he says turning back to the ceiling as they lay there in the afterglow of their actions.

She glances over at him as his eyes are fixated on the ceiling, a content smile touching his lips. Her brows tangle together as she watches him, surveying his eyes that just painfully remind her of the past. Her reverie of Touya has cleared, so why does Dabi still look so much like him?

A/N: You know I couldn't do the reveal here! But damn are things getting murky! It's coming soon, don't you worry!

Let me know what you think of this chapter and Asami fantasizing about Keigo and Touya! Also I felt like I had to give Hawks a win on his birthday by making him the best at giving head. XD