His thumb stroked her inner wrist as Dabi guided her down the sidewalk. They were headed to a motel, which had taken some convincing from him, but she'd capitulated in the end.
This part of Kamino ward in particular wasn't the best, but Ayumu was at home in cities either way. She wasn't worried either way, considering Dabi seemed capable of handling danger. And as eager as he was to get her alone, she doubted he'd be kind to anyone spoiling his fun.
It took about three minutes to get the room, then he was tugging her inside, slamming her against the door, his heated mouth overtaking hers.
He tasted of the vanilla latte he'd just finished, a faint hint of stale cigarettes, and the desperate want of someone with the same hunger as her own. His tongue swept over her lips, which she parted obediently, exploring her mouth, dominating her own tongue. His rough hands made quick work of her hoodie, sliding up her shirt, heated palms massaging her sides.
He was consuming her with lips and hands and the press of his body against her own, and when he finally tore away his mouth, she was breathless. "Strip and get your ass on the bed. Lay on your front, limbs spread."
Shaking hands removed her clothes and trembling legs led her to the bed. She crawled toward the headboard before dropping down, unfurling against the cool blanket.
He moved out of sight and she could hear him ruffling through the bag he'd brought. If there had been a clock in the room, Ayumu was sure she'd have heard it ticking as time seemed to stretch. His footsteps brought him closer, the bed tipped and creaked. Her bones nearly left through her flesh when warm skin smoothed over one thigh. Another lit upon the other thigh and he was suddenly massaging them, up to the curve of her ass and back down.
"I knew you'd be soft, but damn." One hand disappeared, then sharp heat bloomed on her backside. "You look so fucking good taking a spanking." He peppered her ass and thighs with quick swats, laughing at her little whines and the dancing of her feet as she tried to keep still. "What's wrong, baby girl? This too much for you?"
"Fuck you," she gritted out, rewarded by a slap to the cheek turned upward. Her hips rolled against the bed.
"You masochistic little bitch. Are you trying to rile me up?" He chuckled at the little groan that left her lips. "Be glad I'm not using my Quirk to blister this sweet ass."
Ayumu repressed the instinct to freeze, instead shooting him a playful smile she hoped he couldn't see through. "Sure thing, hot stuff."
"Brat." He coiled her colorful hair around one fist and shoved her face into the pillow. "Lucky for you I get off on showing bratty little things their place."
The slaps grew in heaviness until they sent waves through her body, and he trailed them up her back and arms until her entire backside was warm. The bed dipped as he threw a leg over her thighs to straddle her and she felt him shifting around before something cold and straight tickled down her spine.
"Better hold still, doll. This knife is pretty fuckin' sharp." The point dragged across her flesh, counting the bumps in the long column. "I'd hate to scar up this pretty skin."
Something that sounded faintly like "liar" muffled against the pillow; Dabi grinned.
"Nice tattoos, by the way." The moonlit garden of her sleeve spilled over one shoulder, morning glories and jasmine in delicate color. "I could add my own designs." She moaned as he nicked her just enough to bring blood to the surface. He lowered his mouth to her ear, hot breath fanning over the sensitive flesh. "I wanna fuck you raw, doll. You good with that?"
Ayumu swallowed the moan that threatened to give her, thought, nodded.
"Use your words, baby. You wanna be daddy's little cum dumpster?"
Nauseating desire rolled over her and she couldn't keep her reaction quiet.
"What was that, sweetheart?" he taunted.
"Please, daddy?"
"Good fuckin' girl." He rolled his hips against her backside so she could feel how hard he was. "Don't fuckin' move." The shush of his belt passing through the pants loops sent a shiver over her flesh. He tugged her head up and slid the looped leather around her throat before letting her fall back onto her face. Fingers slid through the slick at her core, accompanied by a condescending chuckle, then she felt the prodding of his head.
He pushed in without preparing her and she arched against him at the pleasurable pain of it. Each bump of the barbells along his length drew another whine from her lips. Dabi wrapped an arm around her waist to tug her ass up, and he started a slow rhythm to stretch her out enough for his length. Then he wrapped the end of the belt around his hand and pulled until she lifted her reddening face from the bed. Her mouth was open, hair sticking to her face, drool bridging her lips.
"Fuck, baby girl, you feel so fuckin' good." A choked whimper left her lips, her eyes hazy from lust, and her cunt already tightening on the man inside her. The pain, the choking, the way his pierced dick hit her insides, all of it was building her up. "Don't you fuckin' dare cum without permission." The growled threat sent a pulse through her. "Little slut." Spit dripped down onto her other hole and his thumb was prodding there, working her open. Obscene words kept tumbling from his lips as he pumped inside of her.
In that moment she was only sensation. Sweat prickled at the little cuts he'd left on her skin, stinging and tugging with every movement. His dick was rubbing against all her sweet spots, the end of him bruising against her cervix. The belt tightened and loosened in whatever manner he pleased, and the fingers of his other hand dug into her hip as his thumb did into her ass.
She tried to move her lips, tried to speak, but she was purpling from the belt, swelling making it difficult to articulate.
"What's that, doll?"
Ayumu sputtered pathetically.
"Tch. Weak bitch." He dropped the belt, wrapping a hand around her bruised throat instead and tugging her up against his chest.
"Please, daddy, lemme cum, please, please."
Dabi smirked against her throat. "You wanna cum on daddy's dick?"
"Yes, please."
"Next time I'm fucking your ass." She whined and he dragged his teeth over her skin. "Cum, bitch."
She was almost sobbing as she came apart, her slick drenching their thighs, and her walls tightening violently around him. Dabi pushed her back onto the bed and held her tight as he fucked her through it, the end of it milking him to completion inside of her.
He stayed like that for a moment, catching his breath before rolling to the side. Her big, shiny eyes were lazy and her muscles were languid; she didn't move when he tucked her against his chest.
"You'd better be willing to buy me Plan B, daddy," she murmured.
Dabi stroked a hand through her soft hair. "Don't need it. I've been using my Quirk too much. It makes me sterile."
Those eyes sharpened and darted to his face. "For how long?"
"I'd have to lay off heavy use for about two months before worrying about it." She felt like heaven beside him, especially as one delicate hand began tracing circles on his bare chest. Ayumu hadn't even noticed him stripping it off.
"Better be sure. I'm not on the pill."
His lips quirked. "What? Didn't want to make sure your girlfriend's strap-on couldn't knock you up?"
She slapped his chest. "Fuck you."
"Gimme a few to recharge. That was a big nut."
She dissolved into giggles.