Chapter 47

Present Day - Day 80

"You make me want to be a better man when I'm around you. So, if I want to kill that flaming pile of shit and his masterpiece… I need to kill you first."

Dabi releases a labored breath as he lies in his bed, arms crossed behind his head staring up at the ceiling. His leg is bouncing aimlessly as his mind is muddled with thoughts of Asami and his infuriating feelings for her.

He thinks about how stupid he must have sounded telling her that he'll be a better man for her. He shakes his head at how pathetic he is for feeling elated when she's around, like she has a hold on his heart, and he can't breathe until she's around him again.

Fucking pathetic.

He isn't sure why he's laying here in his bed and second guessing himself now. She's been by his side most days, and they spend each night sleeping in his room, regardless of whether they are fucking or not. Their sex life is great, they are intimate with one another, and when they are not tangled in the sheets together, they still find themselves talking about their future and reminiscing about their past.

So why does he feel like she's slipping?

He needs her by his side to get any rest. Feeling her body next to him while they sleep nourishes his mind at ease.

But something about her recently has made him become more suspicious of her lately. Dabi has never been one to trust easily. Ever since he was born—hell even before that—Touya has been seen as a tool for others; a means to an end. It happened with his father, it happened with All For One, and it's happening with Asami. There is something about her that makes him question whether or not she is using him.

When they discuss their future together, there is a heaviness in the air that he can't seem to ignore. Her eyes drop from his, there is a haziness in her stare as her features drop and her smile fades. Something about their future bothers her, like there's something she can't or won't tell him.

He's told her many times that he will give her his all. He will get her the huge house for them to live in, he will get her the job for her to feel fulfilled, they will be in this life together and he can promise her a better life with him once they win this war. She will want for nothing. She will have everything. She will have him.

Why the fuck would she want a life with you? Fucking look at you!

Dabi grits his teeth as his jaw tenses tightly. He winces at the pain of his incisions pulling at the tight skin around his staples. He takes in another labored breath as he glances over at the other side of the bed. She left early this morning while he was sleeping. She didn't wake him up and he was too deep in his sleep to stir at her departure. She's been acting especially strange the past few days. Dabi has noticed that she doesn't look him in the eyes when they're speaking to one another and she's often skirting away with Toga or Twice to plan the stupid party for that crusty bastard.

He groans at the dreadful feeling tightening around in his chest. He feels like a parasite has infiltrated his body and coils around his heart with a deadly embrace. He hates this feeling of helplessness when he thinks about what is going on in her mind. He doesn't like how suspicious she is being, and with the nightmare of Hawks fucking her looming in the back of his head, with the hero skulking around any corner for her to happen upon him, it's only a matter of time until the moment that Dabi has dreaded happens and she discards him to return into the arms of her fucking hero.

Touya was a pining mess as a child for her. As much as he hated her when they met, there was a turning point where he started to see Fatty as something more. Now, she's completely taken over his mind, body, and soul. He wants her. All of her. Every fiber of her being he wants to possess and control. Instead, he somehow lost the battle of dominance and gave her that power over him.

How fucking pathetic.

Dabi lifts himself from the bed with a guttural groan and gets dressed for the day. With Asami out with Twice and Toga, he will have to keep his mind preoccupied with something else.

He walks around the halls aimlessly, thinking about his life and every meticulous detail he has planned up until this moment. His whole existence since his rebirth as Dabi has been to kill his father. That has been the only constant in his life over the past decade. Through the sleepless nights of freezing on the streets, and the blistering summer days baking in the sun, each passing day he suffered away from his home, he plotted and schemed the best way he would enact his revenge on his father. He had to show the world what kind of man Endeavor really was.

But Dabi feels useless here. With the PLF working on petty crimes here and there, and Shigaraki off becoming the perfect little trump card for this war, Dabi is left in the back burner wondering where he fits in the grand scheme of things.

He initially joined the League of Villains because he hoped that the notoriety they gained with Stain's capture would give him a platform to become infamous himself. With a household name that holds fear in the hearts of the Japanese civilians, Dabi's true identity as the eldest son of Endeavor would ruin the man's career forever.

His father will be there to fight against the villains, and Dabi intends on revealing his identity in the most extravagant way. The flaming shit stain will be so flabbergasted by his dead son's resurgence that Dabi will have the upper hand and Prominence Burn his ass into hell. Dabi hasn't perfected the technique and knows that in attempting it he'll burn himself to ash with the hero, but it will be worth it. It will all be worth—

"You make me want to be a better man when I'm around you."

Dabi grits his teeth, his jaw once again tight with staples pulling against his taut skin as he grimaces at the memory.

Fucking hell, what the fuck is wrong with me?

How is he supposed to kill his father and brother when he's plagued with this idea that he must be a better man for her? She won't accept him if he kills his family, and he wants her acceptance. He can't just take her and tell her to deal with it. He hates seeing her sad so what's he to do?

Killing her seems like the only option. Removing her from the picture will crush his silly emotions of her, and he can enter a fight with the masterpiece and his father with a clear mind. He won't be weighed down with her stupid morals gnawing at him.

But how the fuck is he supposed to kill her when he can't live without her? Every moment away from her he struggles to breathe, his mind is racing, and he fiendishly awaits her return. How is killing her going to clear his mind when it's clouded without her?

Fuck. Fuck. Fucking fuck!

Dabi groans as the realization strikes through his chest and a dull ache collapses onto his heart.

I fucking love her.

He shakes his head. Love is a weakness that will hold him back from his goals. Love is a tool to manipulate those around you into doing your bidding. Love is a false construct to keep him from realizing his worth.

Dabi shakes the self-deprecating thoughts out of his head once more and tries to think of something else. He can't think about her and let the thought of her ruin what he's worked on for decades. No matter how this ends, he will get the results he wants. He will kill his father and little Shouto. He will get his revenge, and if that means burning his Butterfly in the process then—

"Yo! Earth to Dabi, you hear me?"

Dabi blinks, snapping his mind out of his thoughts as he looks forward to see who's calling out to him. His eyes narrow into a look of disinterest when he notices that it's Hawks who speaks with him.

"There he is!" the blonde beams when he sees the villain adopt his characteristic easiness. "Thought we lost you there for a bit."

Dabi hates the uneven smile plastered on the hero's face. He wants to burn him into a pile of ash like he did in his nightmare. The thought reminds him of the image of the pretty boy hero hooked between the spread-out legs of his Butterfly and it makes him want to hurl. He can see their euphoric faces as he fucked her high, and he feels his body temperature rising at the image.

He tightens his fist at his side as he tries to restrain his flames, knowing he can't blame either of them since it was just a nightmare of his. But he still can't help but think about the two entangled in the sheets while he's set back to watch like a pathetic fucking cuck.

"Thought you had lessons with Twice or something," Dabi returns with an uninterested expression on his face, so not to show the hero just how much his presence infuriates him.

"Nah, he said he was out running some errands," Hawks smiles at the villain with an easy-going grin. "What are you up to?" he asks him as his golden eyes trail up and down his lanky frame.

"'m busy," Dabi returns dismissively as he turns from the hero to continue down the hall with his hands dug deeply in his pockets.

"Ah come on," Hawks picks up behind him. "Don't got time for me now?" he teases him as he walks in tandem with him.

Dabi wrinkles his nose in disgust as the blonde stands too close to him. From this close of a distance, he can smell his cheap cologne clinging onto his skin. He smells like a manufactured freshness. His scent is supposed to be cool and breezy, but instead it's too artificial smelling and it's making him sick to his stomach as he tries to escape the young man.

"Not really," Dabi returns with a bored tone. "Got some work with the Violet Regiment that needs my attention."

"Yeah," Hawks chuckles with a scratch to the back of the head. "I bet being a Lieutenant is pretty time-consuming." Dabi hums at his comment and Hawks stops following the man. "Well, I'll leave you to it then!" he says cheerily and Dabi glances over at him.

At first Dabi is uninterested in the hero, but when he notices the shiver in his wings and the look on his face, he narrows his turquoise eyes at the man. He senses an urgency in the hero to leave the situation as he turns on his heels and heads in the opposite direction of Dabi.

His brows knit together in confusion, but he doesn't pay the situation much attention, figuring that he got the hint to leave him alone.

Dabi turns from the hero and continues down the hall with no aim in sight. He doesn't have to meet with Geten or the Violet Regiment and just made that up so he wouldn't have to deal with the hero and his annoying presence.

He continues down the hall with a clear and empty head, making a cognitive effort to keep Asami out of his waking mind. But just when he thinks he's finally escaped her hold on him, he glances up to see her walking down the hall.

He watches as she looks behind her shoulder, body tense and eyes darting in every direction. She looks like she's being followed, or looking out for someone. He approaches her, and when she turns her head to see him, her entire body tenses at the sight of him. He doesn't miss the slight widening of her eyes when their gaze reaches one another.

"Dabi," her voice calls out to him with a slight tremble in her tone. "What are you doing stalking the halls?" she releases a pressed chuckle at her failed attempt at a jest.

"Clearing my mind," he returns with a leveled tone. "Thought you were with Toga or something," he asks.

He catches the subtle raise of her brows and the tensing of her throat as she swallows down the spit in her mouth. "Yeah," she smiles tightly. "I was going to meet with her in just a second, I just needed to grab something from my bedroom."

Dabi watches her carefully as the smile on her lips quivers slightly. He can tell there is something more to what she is saying, and he wants to press her on why she is lying to him, but he fears the truth.

What if she already knows that Hawks is here? What if they have been meeting up in private and fucking each other this entire time? She's probably going to meet with him now. She's probably fucking him, crying out about how good he is—how much better he is than Dabi.

Dabi feels his body temperature rising. He tightens his fists at his sides trying to control his Quirk from ravaging her.

"You've been acting strange recently," Dabi says before he can talk himself out of it. His heart races wildly when the words spill out of his mouth, but there is no turning back now.

"Strange?" she quirks her head to the side and suddenly looks calm like she's not hiding anything from him. Did he make up those miniscule details? Is he just expecting her to act behind his back that he's imagining things? She seems so cool right now that he must have fabricated it.

"You've been avoiding me the past few days and today," he accuses her.

"I have not," she playfully returns but he doesn't smile back at her, making her frown at him. "I'm not avoiding you," she tells him in a more reassuring tone.

"Then spend the day with me," he challenges her. "We can go on a picnic like you did with Compress and Twice. Or we can go for a walk around the woods," he offers but she returns with downturned eyes.

"I already have plans with Toga today," she tells him, "But tonight I was thinking—"

"Alright," he cuts her off. "Tonight then," he says dismissively, feeling as though she doesn't want to spend time with him.

"Skeptic mentioned he was looking for you," Asami tells him with a soft smile on her lips.

He contemplates her lying to him about hanging out with Toga and really making her way to run off with the hero. But if she knew that Hawks was here, she would have escaped with him long ago. She would've chosen the perfect blonde hero over his grotesque face and run off with him the chance she got.

Fucking look at you. Why would she ever choose you?

"Dabi?" her voice brings him back to the present and he blinks down at her.

"Yeah, Skeptic, right sure," he returns shortly to her and she presses her brows together at his dismissive tone.

"You seem distracted…" she hangs on her words like she wants to say more but doesn't.

"Didn't get much sleep, I suppose."

She frowns at this, but quickly smiles up at him, "Well hopefully tonight will be better," she says positively. "I better go, Toga is waiting for me. I'll see you tonight!" she says in a cheery tone as she lifts herself up onto her toes to reach a kiss on his cheek.

He glances down at her as she turns from him and heads in the opposite direction—the direction towards Hawks…

He tries to shake his head of the thought, but it continues to reel him back in. She would have left with him if they met up. Why would she stay here if she knew Hawks could take her away from him?

Fucking look at you! Why the fuck would she choose you?

Dabi sighs as he digs his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He shakes the shitty feelings out of his head and continues down the hall, now making his way towards Skeptic. His little film is complete, and all the pieces are falling into place. When this video goes out the heroes will be ruined, Endeavor will be dead, and Asami will have no qualms with being with Dabi. Hero society as they know it will crumble in the decay of his labors, and he will finally have everything he's ever wanted.

Later that night Dabi prepares himself for bed. He's finished showering and wears black sweatpants with no shirt on. His jet-black hair is wet and dripping as he fluffs it dry with a towel draped around his shoulders.

He hears a quiet knock on his door and moves towards it. When he opens it, he sees Asami standing in the doorway with something behind her back and a large smile plastered on her face. She seems proud of herself for some reason, and he wonders why she would knock when they've both become accustomed to walking into each other's rooms unannounced.

"What do you have back there?" he asks her curiously as he tilts his head to the side to examine what's behind her back.

"Do you know what day is today?" she asks him with a wide smile on her face that brings out her dimples. Dabi shrugs his shoulders uninvested in her cheeky demeanor. "You really don't know?" she asks him when she sees this.

"I don't," he responds.

She steps into the room, closing the door behind her before revealing what is in her hands behind her back. He looks down and when his eyes land on her hands they widen at the sight returned to him.

A small branch of a cherry blossom tree, a white napkin, and a Sake cup set with three different sized cups. He reaches out for the largest of the cups to examine it when he notices the painting on it. A man and a woman sitting under a Sakura tree with a small child running towards the falling pedals.

"It's our anniversary," Asami tells him as his turquoise eyes examine the cup. He looks over at her as her eyes glisten at him. "I looked everywhere for a similar set as the one we had with the man and woman working on the field, and this was the closest one I could find. I thought maybe we could recreate—"

Asami can't even finish her sentence before he grabs her face with his hand and pulls her into him. He pulls her face into the confines of his, hovering his lips next to hers as his breath tickles her. His lips ghost over hers when he asks, "You did all of this for me?"

Her brows arch downwards at his comment. "Of course," she tells him. "I wanted today to be special."

He brushes her cheek with his thumb as he reads her expressions, seeing the truth in her words at how much this means to her and the effort she put into recreating this.

"I wanted to continue the tradition of our weddings. I know we didn't get to before you…" her eyes drop from his as she struggles to find the words to describe his departure and she settles on moving forward. "And there have been so many lost years since then," her eyes return to his. "I wanted to get back to the beginning."

He glances away from her, looking at the three Sake cups and the branch set atop the dresser. He thinks about them as children in Fuyumi's bedroom being forced into the yearly ceremony by his sister.

Back then it was a ploy to get the two of them to kiss, and he figured his sister got some sick joy out of watching the two of them squirm around their feelings. But as the years of their ceremony continued on, he begrudgingly began to enjoy the tradition.

But he remembers the end of their tradition. It's an aching gnawing in the back of his head as the memory reels back into his mind that it was all a game to her. He turns his head back to her as his eyes burrow holes into her own.

"If we're doing this…" he begins with a tightening constriction in his throat. "Then it's real," he lets out with a heavy gulp. He watches her eyes for any sign of apprehension or pause and he continues. "This isn't a game, so if we are going to go through with this, it's real."

She blinks at him, seeing the passion in his eyes as his words ring true and powerful. He means this more than anything he's ever said before. "You mean…" she hangs on the words, unsure how to continue.

He nods at her, "I mean this," he gestures at the Sake cups and branch. "It's all real," he holds her face in the palms of his hands as his fingers tangle between her purple strands. "Marry me."

Her lips detach and her eyes slightly widen as if she didn't expect him to outright say it. "T—Touya…" her voice gets trapped in her throat and she doesn't know what to say. Her hands are balled in fists by her side and shaking as her body reacts to the shock of his request.

"I don't want this to be some game we play," he continues with a strong conviction in his tone. "This tradition, it…" he shakes his head. "It ends here," he tells her strongly with a fire building in his eyes. "I want you to be mine. Always." He swallows hard, "Marry me, Butterfly."

Her lilac eyes fall from his as they dart back and forth to look anywhere but his powerful gaze. She can see the conviction in his stare, and he means the words he is saying. He wants this more than anything he's ever wanted before and after all those years of her secretly loving their game of marriage, and all the nights she fantasized about being the wife of Touya Todoroki, here she is standing in front of the very man with the request in hand. Her eyes finally find the strength to meet his gaze as soft tears glisten behind the barricades of her lashes.

He swallows hard trying to read her expression as his eyes dart back and forth between hers. He tries not to outwardly grit his teeth as he attempts to decipher what she is thinking, figuring that she will say no.

Why the fuck would she say yes? Fucking look at you! Why would she choose you when—

"This is real," her voice echoes through his skull with a deafening tone that silences the voice in his head. He blinks at her, trying to find the lie in her words or waiting for the sentence where she doubles back. "It's not a game. It never was," she tells him as she grabs his hand.

He looks down at their hands intertwining; hers small and soft and delicate, while his are large, callous, and disfigured.

"I'm yours, Touya," she tells him. "And you're mine."

She needs not say more as Dabi reaches for the back of her head, snatching her nape in a tight grip and pulling her lips to his. Their flesh crashes into one another with a feverish embrace. They both inhale one another as they meld into one, hungry hands trying to discover each other all over again.

This wasn't the way he planned his wedding when he was a child. Touya was always sensitive and sentimental at his core, regardless of how much he tried to hide it. Unlike his father, he always yearned to find a partner that he could respect and she him.

He respected tradition and older customs. He wanted an old-fashioned Japanese wedding for as long as he could remember. He would often fantasize about wearing the traditional kimonos, working through the old customs with her family and gaining their permission to marry.

Even when Fuyumi would force the two of them in a Sake sharing ceremony, he would often fantasize about the two of them in a sacred temple, drinking actual Sake and saying their vows with their families all there to celebrate with them.

Fuyumi would look stunning in her kimono as she meticulously planned and decorated the temple. Natsuo would pat him on the back and keep Touya from shaking with anxiety. His mother would smile at him with that warm look in her eyes. Her family would welcome him as a son of their own. And his father…

"I'm proud of you, Son."

He wanted everything to be perfect. He wanted everything to be traditional. He wanted everything to be done right.

But Touya has never done anything right, and instead of the beautiful wedding surrounded by the ones they love the most, wearing the traditional kimonos to say their vows, Dabi sits on his knees in his bedroom—hair still damp from his shower—in front of his dresser in his room.

Kneeling next to him she sits, the white napkin laying atop her head to act as a headdress, making her look as silly as she did when they were children. Their palms are pressed together in prayer as her eyes are closed and her head cast downwards.

It isn't perfect. It isn't traditional. But it is right. Because it is with her.

They drink from the three Sake cups. He drinks from the small cup first that represents their past.

I am grateful for my ancestors who raised me and from the past that I have come from.

He hands her the small cup to drink from and moves to the medium cup that represents their present.

This is my aspiration to marry and work together with this person I have chosen.

He hands her the medium cup to drink from and moves to the large cup that represents their future. He looks at the cup for a moment, taking in the painting of the man and the woman with their child. He thinks about the cup from their childhood, and how it was always the life he secretly desired.

Let this be a wish to build a happy family and pledge my eternal love.

When she is finished drinking, he turns to her as he realizes another thing is missing. "I don't have a ring," he tells her with knitting brows.

She smiles at him with a soft grin that makes him ache at how woefully fragmented this entire wedding is. "It's alright, I don't need—"

"I won't do this without a ring," he tells her strongly. "This needs to be perfect and it's not—"

"It's perfect," she speaks over him, placing her hand on his cheek as her thumb brushes against his staples. "It's perfect because it's with you," she reassures him.

"You really mean that?" he asks her, searching her eyes for the lie.

"I do," she smiles at him.

He smiles back at her, "I'm still gettin' you the ring. It's gonna be the biggest fuckin' ring you've ever seen," he promises her and she playfully rolls her eyes. He pulls her in as his hand snakes to the small of her back. "You're my wife now, they all need to know."

"Alright, get the ring," she giggles. "But let's finish here first."

"All that's left is to consummate," he says with a lopsided grin as a boyish deviance strikes his face.

She rolls her eyes at him and playfully scoffs, "We've done plenty of that," she pointedly mocks.

His hands are on her hips faster than she can blink, and before she can protest, he lifts her from her knees and unceremoniously tosses her onto the bed as if she were weightless. Her back hits the mattress as she sinks into the fabric with a huff as the napkin falls from her head. He climbs atop her before she can escape and begins grinding his growing member against her.

"No," he tells her with a growl in his tone. "I haven't taken you as my wife."

She responds with a useless whine because there is not much more she can do. He has a way of melting her into mush around him, and her body goes limp in his touch. Soon, he descends between her legs, tugging the fabric of her panties down her limbs and burying his lips into her glistening folds. Her toes immediately curl as he begins lapping her up.

"You get so fucking wet for me don'tchya, Butterfly," he teases her as her juices drip off of his lips. He doesn't wait for a response as he licks a strip up her folds and ensnares her clit.

She throws her head back, digging it into the mattress as her body shakes in response to his ministrations on her. He wraps his arms around her thighs, squeezing her skin with his warming hands. Her legs fall down his shoulders as he lays on his stomach to dig himself deeper inside her.

He quickly introduces two fingers inside her, spreading her wetness around and driving her panting for more. "Yeah, right there. More," she commands. "Please," she begs.

Her shaking hands reach down to him, grabbing at his spikey jet-black hair and fisting it in her grip. She tugs on his hair, pulling at him to position him right where she needs him. His lips and tongue work tirelessly on her clit while his fingers hook and curl in search for her g-spot. His aggressive thrusts and shakes of his fingers have her pussy responding with wet squelching that fills the room alongside their moaning and panting. His fingers are soaked as her natural lube runs down his hand.

Her legs quake when his fingers find their treasure and he begins to abuse that spot with rapid moving thrusts. Her panting becomes staggered and breathy as she tries to fight him off from overstimulation but he persists. He holds her down with his free hand as his other pumps vigorously inside her.

He supplements the pumping with fast moving licks and flicks of his tongue on her clit that drives her rabid. Her legs try to enclose him into a deadly grip, but he continues on her. He wants to hear her cry, and he wants to see that beautifully euphoric look on her face without the presence of that fucking hero. He is the one getting her dumb off his fingers and lips.

Not Hawks. Never Hawks. Never again.

She throws her head back as her body begins to quake at his movements. She crunches in on herself in an attempt to push him away but he holds her down and persists. She arches her back into him, burying her cunt in his face as he sucks in her clit and feasts on it.

"Ah, fuck! Yes! Yes! Ah!" her chest heaves up and down until she crashes into her high. Her body arching off of the mattress like she's possessed by a devil, and maybe Dabi is that devil as he continues to lick and suck and pump her through each stage of her euphoric high.

Dabi lets her down slowly rather than teasing her with overstimulation, and once she's fully crashed to the ground, he crawls up her body. He lifts his hand between their faces and shows her just how soaking his hand is from her cuming all over him.

She looks at his fingers with heavily lidded eyes as a wild lust takes over her body. Dabi smiles down at her as he teases her lips with his middle finger. Asami obliges and opens her mouth for him to shove his middle and index finger inside her. She sucks up her juices from his digits with loud sucking noises that make his gut turn with arousal. When her eyes meet his, he can't help but buck his hips against hers. Her cheeks sink in as she sucks on his fingers and her dimples press to the surface. It's a sight to fucking revere.

"Goddamn, fucking look at you," he releases.

He pulls his fingers out of her mouth as a string of saliva falls on her chin. Before she can process the loss of his fingers, he supplements with crashing his mouth into hers and drives a sloppy wet kiss. She can taste herself on his lips as his tongue devours her. He moans into her mouth and the primal sound makes her stomach flutter with anticipation as he grinds his clothed cock against her exposed and dripping cunt.

"Tell me what to do, Butterfly," his hot breath fans against her ear as he teases the lobe with his lips. "Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you." His lips depart her earlobe and litter her with sweltering kisses down her neck.

"I…" her breath hitches when he bites on her collarbone, leaving another one of his marks.

"Go on," he teases her with a smile on his lips as he continues to nibble on her.

"I want you," she whines.

"How, Butterfly? Tell me how do you want me?" he asks her with a tilt of his head. "How do you want your husband to fuck you?"

A wave of sensations crashes into her that causes her whole body to shiver at his tone.

Husband.

The word seems strange on his tongue.

"I don't care," she cries. "I want you to fill me up… anywhere… anyhow. I just need to feel you."

Dabi lifts himself off of the bed with a sly smile on his lips. He tugs his sweatpants off of his hips and rests the waistband on his thighs. He pulls his throbbing cock out of his sweats and teases her folds with his leaking head. He grabs her legs, cupping the back of her knees and pushing them to her elbows. She's spread wide open for him in this angle, and he doesn't even need to align himself as he easily plunges inside her.

She takes in a sharp breath of air as his cock immediately finds her g-spot in this angle. He grins at this triumph as he shoves himself deeper into her cavern. He can feel her calves pulsating at the stimulation while her thighs shake between his hips.

"Does that feel good? I'm hitting all your favorite spots, aren't I?" he gloats.

She can't even respond to his cocky praise of himself as her eyes involuntarily shut closed at the sensation of him so deep inside her. She can feel his dick kissing her cervix and the sharp pain sends jolts of arousal down her spine because he's that big.

He shoots his head back, feeling her walls pulsating rhythmically in response to each of his thrusts. He shakes his head and lets out a guttural groan. "Fuck, how do ya milk me so good? You can't seriously be cuming this quick again?"

"'m so close," she uselessly whines with eyes tightly shut.

"I wanna feel you squeeze me, Butterfly. Let that tight little cunt squeeze me nice n' good," he groans against the crook of her neck.

"Ah Fuck!" she whimpers as her abs engage and she crunches into herself with another high. The pulsating of her pussy has Dabi clenching the back of her knees to keep himself from cuming.

He pounds into her with a relentless fervor as his hands heat with his Quirk. He keeps himself from releasing his flames, but he can't help but warm up her skin to a point of pain that mixes with her pleasure. She knows it will leave a mark on her, but she figures it can join the rest that litter her body.

"Ah shit, Butterfly, I want you to ride me," he groans with eyes burning flames into her fucked out gaze. Her eyes reach his, heavily lidded and clouded over with lust and satisfaction. She's exhausted from cuming so hard, and she's not sure how he's still going, but she can't help but accommodate his demands.

She nods once up at him and he smiles down at her, giving her a quick kiss of appreciation before launching himself on the bed next to her. She takes a moment before she lifts herself from her spot to turn and straddle him.

He leans against the headboard while her hands grasp onto his shoulders for stability. He places his hands on her hips before he realizes that she's still wearing her shirt. "Let's take this shit off," he says to himself as he bunches the fabric in his fists and burns it off of her with a precision so that his flames don't burn her. She can't even find the strength to be mad at him for destroying her shirt because she's so blitzed out on his cock, and when he snatches her nipple into his mouth, all resolve melts away as she mewls into him.

"Touy-ah!" she sucks in air as he thrusts himself into her before she can finish crying out his name.

"Get to ridin', Butterfly," he commands her, and she shivers at his tone.

She clutches down on him, sheathing him inside her as she begins to bounce up and down his shaft. She lifts her hips to the tip of him bouncing shallow jumps on his top, sucking him in before dropping down to burrow him inside her.

"Fuck," Dabi growls as his lips plop off her nipple, "So fucking hot," his eyes flicker as they take in the sight of her.

She continues to ride him as the sound of slapping skin drives her into an animalistic desire to fuck herself senseless on his cock. She tosses her hair over her shoulder and Dabi immediately snatches it in his grip, tugging it back to force her head to the sky. His tongue departs her nipples and trails a line up to her neck where he claims his territory with more scorching wet kisses.

Her thighs begin to burn from the relentless bouncing, and she halts her stride on him to recuperate, however, Dabi has other plans for her when he responds with a resounding slap on her ass. Asami winces and hisses at the hot hand that smacks against her bare ass as he heats his Quirk on her skin.

"Did I say you could stop?" he barks at her.

"My legs are tired," she snaps back at him with an equally fiery glare.

"Your legs," he huffs in a mocking tone with a shaking of his head. His fingers snatch her hips, digging his blunt nails into her flesh and in a dizzying pace, he lifts her off of him and throws her onto her stomach next to him.

She releases a gasp as he pulls her ass up in the air and forces herself onto her hands and knees. He situates himself behind her, grabbing her hair and arching her back into him. "Then allow me," his voice is dark as he bottoms himself out inside of her with a painful thrust.

His hands land on her ass cheeks to spread her wide open. He tilts his head to the side to watch as he sheathes himself inside her. In and out. In and out. The rhythm he has on her, the sound of her wet pussy crying out, and her white cum staining his cock all drives him rabid on her cunt.

"You're so fucking warm! Damn it feels so fucking good," he says deliriously as he pounds into her.

"Yeah, Dabi—Touya," she whines. "More, please, fuck me more!" she cries out.

An electric current flows through his body at her whiny needy tone, and he can't help but want to possess her in every way. He reaches around her, grabbing her neck in a chokehold and forcing his lips against the soft skin on her shoulder.

His hips pick up the pace as the sound of her wet juices rings out in the small room. "You're mine, Butterfly," his lips trace her shoulders to the nape of her neck, leaving a wet trail on its way. "All fucking mine. My wife."

"Ah, Touya," she whimpers as her cunt sucks him in and collapses around him with another wave of an incoming orgasm.

Dabi himself is on the verge as well, teetering on his release, but he needs one thing in order to cum. "Say it for me, say you're mine. I need…" he grunts as the pressure builds. "I need to hear it."

She huffs and pants as she begins quaking between his legs. "I…" she breathes wildly. "I…" she gulps down the lump in her throat.

"It's real," he tells her. "Say it's real."

"You're… you're mine, Touya…ah!" she cries out as she cums around him. Dabi grunts, feeling his body heat wildly from the buildup. "My husband… Touya… I… I love you!"

"Fuck!" he cries out as he pulls his hands away from her and paints her insides with his hot cum. He buries his head in the crook of her neck, pressing his lips to her nape as he pounds the last bit into her.

He shakily detaches from her, rolling off of her and tumbling to the mattress next to her. He stares at the ceiling breathing heavily as he slowly descends from the high of being inside her. He feels beyond euphoric and as they both lie there wordlessly catching their breaths, they come to the realization that nothing has ever come close to feeling this good.

He examines the textiles of the ceiling above him while he lays there, taking in every last texture. She moves towards him and without needing to say a word, she rests her head on his chest and he wraps his arm around her shoulders to comb in her hair. Like a puzzle, they fit perfectly together.

"My husband… Touya… I… I love you!"

Her words play out in his head, echoing the symphony of her confession through his skull.

Husband.

Love.

This is real. This moment with her. Their tradition revisited and now they are husband and wife.

This is real. For once, Touya has everything he's ever wanted.

A/N: So what do you all think about this chapter? Asami and Dabi are married, so what does this mean for Hawks? I am curious to see what you all think of this chapter! I hope to have the next one out pretty soon! Thank you all for the support and please review to let me know what you think!