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The day that they met was horrible. Awful, really. Katsuki was a bratty, irritating sixteen year old who was too cocky for his own good but had enough firepower to back up his words.
The moment he woke up, vulnerable, chained to a wooden chair as villains circled around him like vultures — his mind felt hazy.
At first, he thought he was drugged.
But he wasn’t. He was high on the feeling of being restrained, which wasn’t a fun feeling for him— or it was. Very freeing. But Katsuki was never good at free, and the paranoia weighed on him. Made it uncomfortable, like he was floating underwater. It felt like he was drowning, a bit. His body was telling him to relax and let the feeling consume him and his mind was telling him to not be a dumb bitch and to use any possible opening to escape.
Even though he felt light, airy, free, he didn’t give in to Shigaraki— his demands, his whims, his I know you, you belong with us, they treat you like garbage, you aren’t garbage, you are one of us — and he gave as good as he got. Sharp teeth, sharp tongue, retorts that burned them and remarks that would be branded into their skulls for days. When Katsuki went in for it, he went in. Regardless of delivery, he aimed to hurt.
The blue-eyed villian stood off to the side and watched his move methodically, carefully— his fingers playing with a loose chain he held in his hand, shiny, silvery, metal chains that Katsuki shuddered just looking at.
He was angry. So fucking angry— at the haziness, at Dabi’s eye-fucking, at everything. He wanted to kill them all for even trying to sway him. He wouldn’t become a villain and it was laughable that they thought otherwise. He considered laughing but he knew if he opened his mouth again, what would come out wouldn’t be a laugh but something far worse.
Katsuki felt his limbs become looser — despite the bite in his tone as he told them to screw themselves with a cannonball —he knew his crimson eyes were glassy.
Shigaraki took that as disinterest and had Dabi and Twice lock him in a different room until he felt more complaint.
The moment he was inside he knew he wouldn’t be coming out unscathed. Twice leaves as soon as Dabi orders it.
“Ah sweetheart.” He coos, mockingly at first, “You seem to be in a bit of a bind.” His eyes languidly took in Katsuki’s body, still chained to the chair, limbs loose and head leaned back — the chair was taller than him and sitting down his head and neck were easily supported.
Dabi’s mocking tone disappears as quickly as it came after a beat of silence. “You’re really pent up aren’t you, doll?”
“In…your fucked up dreams… you burnt piece of shit…you patchwork ass bitch .” Katsuki croaks and his face goes red when he catches the chains in Dabi’s hand again.
Dabi swings them casually.
“Shit dollface, you look like you’re gonna go into subspace.” Dabi stalks closer and grips his chin, forcing Katsuki’s face to look him in the eye.
If Katsuki had a dick, it would be standing at attention. Dabi’s eyes were pools of blue and felt hotter than any fire half n’ half ever made. They peered at him curiously and didn’t let him go.
Dabi smelled strange. Strange in a way that meant he smelled like too many different things at once. He smelled like cigarette smoke and ash; this subtle, horrible, decaying smell either on him or following him from the people he burned to death, and, the strangest of the all, marshmallows.
Katsuki breathed in again. Yep, marshmallows. He’s too hazy to recognize the marshmallow smell but he can recognize the burning body smell no fucking problem.
Dabi’s fingers caress his jaw and trail down his neck before coming back up to the bottom of his chin, keeping Katsuki looking at the dark haired man.
Katsuki whimpered at the touch. It felt hot— he felt hot — and light and airy and god those chains kept catching his peripheral vision.
Dabi’s grip tightens a bit, “Oh dollface. You look positively gorgeous.”
And then his heartbeat stutters.
“You like being tied up don’t you, oh sweetheart, if I had the time I’d help you out.” He says and Katsuki, airy and high and all the other things that happen when you feel like this, can tell he’s telling the truth.
Dabi coaxes him down from wherever he is, saying it wasn’t exactly the place to get fucking horny, telling him he’s so good and doing so well and asking him if it was okay to touch and didn’t touch when Katsuki said no and instead just talked and talked and didn’t look at him in pity when he whined hoping that he could get off, the feeling of his boxers against his thighs and clit was almost too much and he could feel his own juices running down his thigh and gathering in his folds and smearing all over his boxers and his hole clenching on nothing absolutely nothing oh he wants Dabi to fill that hole he wants to be filled and he wants chains over his thighs please.
He’s panting and whining and Dabi is telling him he’s doing so good, “There you go, doll— that’s it. Good boy, come back to me.”
Dabi doesn’t touch him (thank god, Katsuki doesn’t think he could’ve taken it if he did.) and hovers near him to make sure he doesn’t fucking die or something.
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After that, the hazy feeling with the chains isn’t as intense. Katsuki is more alert, more aware, than before. His bites become sharper, his words harsher, and he avidly ignores Dabi’s looks.
He spends two days in captivity and doesn’t eat anything they give him, not food, not water, and even when Dabi brings it to him — he turns his head and ignores him.
Dabi doesn’t push him to talk, but tries to get him to eat. He won’t.
He looks like he wants to force Katsuki to eat but he doesn’t — maybe out of some twisted morals or something. Maybe he understands Katsuki would rather drop dead than be touched again, in any fashion.
On the 16th hour of the second day, he is rescued. It feels bittersweet.
Then Kamino fucking happens and he escapes and he kills All Might and All Might is dead All Might is dead he’s dead he’s dead he’s dead he’s dead he’s dead he’s dead.
And Katsuki killed him.
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They have the next two weeks off from school (three weeks in Katsuki’s case); His parents hover over him like bats from hell.
Admittedly he thought it was nice even if all he and the old hag did was snipe at each other and yell— him ducking her swings and her brushing off his persistent assassination attempts. His father, Masaru, the gentle giant, was more than happy to make sure Katsuki was all happy even if, by the end of the week, that meant giving Katsuki his space.
Katsuki had argued for it for hours, and Mitsuki and Masaru finally caved— they couldn’t not go to work forever, he reasoned. He needed independence, he couldn’t handle the hovering, he wasn’t weak or broken dammit!
They agreed (His dad agreed really, because his Mom was in charge but his Dad was the one who Katsuki wanted to appeal to the most) under the condition that he would go to therapy once a week.
He agreed.
It wasn’t all bad, he wasn’t ecstatic over it for sure, but he was less focused on that and more them being out of the house.
He’d been craving release since… Since— and he needed it now. Needed it while they were gone and he was alone. And he needed this and he wanted to forget about All Might and Deku and Kamino and his first therapy session tomorrow.
He drops on his bed, releasing his chest from his binder, relishing in the freedom of it and not having to feel ashamed with them out, with no one watching— just him and his aching, throbbing—
Fuck .
Katsuki bites his lip before yanking down his boxers, shoving his fingers in his folds, gathering up slick. He moans— it felt weird at first, it always does, and then the coils of heat build in his stomach as he swirls his two fingers against his clit to gather his arousal.
Katsuki takes a while to get comfortable, his head falling backwards on his pillow, opening his legs wider— he doesn’t own a vibrator or any sex toys so his fingers would have to be enough.
As soon as he gathers enough slick to wet his finger, he travels down to his hole and swirls there too— teasing, testing, making sure he has enough before he continues.
He moans out loud.
He dips his fingers into his hole plunging them in before taking them out, he works his way through the burn and goes one at a time, focusing on his breathing and airy moans.
He yanks them out and begins to leisurely take his juices and caress his clit, squeezing and pushing and circling it until it starts to pulse just right— he puts his fingers back in his hole, now used to the feeling without the burn, his two fingers move around inside him. It doesn’t reach where he wants but the pleasure he’s chasing is much more leisurely than if someone else had—
His mind flashes to Dabi; His mouth waters as he thinks of the blue-eyed man taking his own large, thick, long fingers and teasing his clit with them— hot to the touch, practically melting him in heat, circling his clit and the sensitive folds beside it, making his thighs tighten up and his toes and back arch off the bed.
He imagines Dabi, psychotic, evil, kidnapping Dabi, peering at him with those big pools of turquoise blue and whispering how good he is like he did the first time. How good he’s being, how close he is, how he’s the perfect little rope bunny oh my fucking god i’m going to cum just looking at you fuck and if only i had the time i’m going to wreck you one day fuck fuck please please—
Katsuki remembers how hard Dabi’s cock strained against his pants, how Dabi begged him to stay good and keep going and how Dabi grinded against air and kneeled on the ground to grind on the leg of the chair, trying to get some type of friction and hissing the moment his dick got anything.
Katsuki would not let Dabi touch him and Dabi didn’t even protest it, just got himself (and Katsuki) off through different means.
The thought of Dabi’s honeyed voice made Katsuki fingers come back sticky— even if it was just an imaginary one, the real one would probably make him cum instantly.
He imagines Dabi taking his fingers of his other hand and diving deep into his pussy hitting all the good spots and caressing his walls, the warm fingers feeling like too much—
He pumps faster. Moans out, “Faster, faster, fuck— c-come on, please, f-faster!”
Dabi would whisper, “So good dollface, keep going.” And his ash-marshmallow scent would catch in his nose and flood his body with just him.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes !” He screams as he cums, pussy fluttering against his fingers and then he whites out. It may have been a second or a minute or an hour, because when Katsuki opens his eyes again, his fingers fall from his pussy, still sticky and white and he’s sweaty against his bed.
Now, this is a very bold statement that Katsuki is almost ashamed to admit considering he’s still, painfully, a virgin, but that was the best masturbation session he’s ever had.
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He croaks out a moan before sitting up, his eye catching on movement outside his window. His address wasn’t leaked to the press or anything— his parents made sure. Perks of having famous fashion designer parents were that they could afford privacy, discrepancy, and multiple houses. He lives up in the attic, as it was the only room in the house that had solitude and space, and it was large enough that he could do just about anything up here except workout with his quirk. The window closest to his bed overlooked the back of the house, closest to a shroud of trees that, if you followed through, took you to a river. Their backyard was huge, if only, because they could afford it. As a kid Katsuki had loved the outdoors; he still does love it.
He cautiously gets up, his figure shrouded in an oversized shirt that goes down to his knees. He ignores the cooling feeling of cum on his inner thighs and looks at the window. He lifts it up, opening it, and sticks his arm out. The air is warm. He’s tempted to stick his head out as well, breathe in air that isn’t chock full of his slick, sweaty, sex scent. He shudders at the feeling of warm air on his skin and decides to leave the window open to air it out. No one could get inside, logically speaking and what would it hurt? It would get rid of the smell before his nosy old hag came back.
He looks again, hoping the thing doesn’t come through his window, just to check.
Nothing there. If it was on the roof it was definitely a bird. Katsuki doesn’t think rodents can climb high enough to get even remotely close to his roof.
He pushes off from the window, “Fuck I’m hungry.” He mumbles, before walking away from the window, opening up the hatch and walking down the stairs, beginning his descent to the kitchen.
Once in the kitchen he shakily makes a few snacks, after washing his hands of course. A simple dish of reheated rice from his rice cooker, crackers and a protein shake. He eats them all downstairs, starving for some food and happily eats what he can. Afterwards he thinks he wants some grapes— when he checks the fridge there are none. He frowns before writing a note on the fridge whiteboard to his parents, grocery list: grapes. And then he goes back to finding some fruit.
He isn’t in the mood for apples or cherries or bananas. He looks and sees cut up pineapple in a clear plastic container from one of his Mom’s favorite grocery stores. She and his Dad weren’t big fans of the fruit, but Katsuki absolutely loved it.
He salivates and grabs them, a water, and goes back up to his room, marching up the stairs, careful to not spill anything and is happy to notice the smell of sex has disappeared from the attic entirely.
He sets his food down and freezes instantly. His bed… there’s a dishevelment to it. The covers were thrown aside differently than it had been when he left it. He quickly scans his room and nothing else seems out of place, he keeps his palm smoky anyway— sparking dangerously.
He creeps closer to his bed and lowers himself to it, smells his pillow, and pales.
It smells like ash and marshmallows. He turns to the window, wide-eyed and terrified— seeing nothing but being scared out of his mind that he was out there. Watching.
He looks at his desk and sees a ripped piece of paper no bigger than his hand. He opens it up and sees a messy scrawl, large black letters handwritten on the page.
He reads aloud, “Nice show, dollface. Maybe let me join next time?” Followed by his number written down. And, so completely lost by it, Katsuki rereads it twice.
Shit. Double shit.
Oh my fucking gods. Katsuki immediately jumps off his bed, and drops the note. “Nope, nope, no way, uh-uh.” He denies out loud. “Shit, fuck, fuck, fuck.” He pushes his palms into his eyes as if that’ll erase whatever the hell he just read. Fuck.
Dabi was here. Outside his window, listening to his moans and— and watching him masturbate, eyes raking over his half-naked body and enjoying what he saw… Fucking enjoying it so much he crawled through his opened window and laid in his bed, hard enough to infuse his subtle scent into the pillow and draw out a note with his number—
Fuck. His number. God… Katsuki could give this to the police. To the heroes. To Aizawa, for God’s sake. Someone could track this and send that sick fuck to jail where he’d rot for terrorism and murder and arson and kidnapping and fucking being a peeping tom on top of all that—
He chokes back a sob, stubbornly keeping any tears back and biting his tongue. Dabi saw him. All of him… Even his fucking…
He knows its stupid but somehow the thought that Dabi saw his naked tits upset him more than Dabi seeing his pussy.
Fuck… fuck— goddamnit—
*
As soon as he registers that he’s hyperventilating he drops to the floor retreating into a ball near the window, beneath the ledge, and presses his ear against the wall, hoping desperately that Dabi isn’t outside to hear his panic attack.
Katsuki counts to five. An old method his Old Man taught him in which you breathe in for five and out for five and then count to five, breathe in for five, out for five, count backwards from ten. Repeat. The repetition is what helps, you do all of these things for five — except for the counting backwards, which his Dad always claimed shocked him out of the panic and let him come back slowly.
*
He sits on his floor, staring blankly out of his window. He wouldn’t cry— no, no. That wouldn’t… He wouldn’t. No tears. He didn’t cry when he killed All Might or when he was kidnapped, and he wouldn’t cry now.
He’d… He wouldn’t… Fuck.
He grabs his phone from his desk, taking the note with shaky fingers and pressing the number in, before texting it— heart hammering and pulse racing.
Today 13:21
Me: you fucking stalker creep.
Unknown: Hey dollface you feeling okay?
That orgasm looked pretty intense.
Me: you STALKER CREEP YOU WERE WATCHING ME THROUGH MY FUCKING WINDOW
Unknown: I wasn’t trying to watch you masturbate, but…
It was a nice view.
Me: Oh my god??
DO YOU FUCKING HEAR YOURSELF
You just sat on my roof and watched me fuck myself???
Unknown: Sorry, doll. If you want I could fuck you to make up for it.
Me: Are you fucking serious
Unknown: If you want me to yeah. Sorry for watching tho doll, seriously
You’re just fucking addicting to watch doll.
Me: So you watched the whole thing?
Katsuki didn’t know whether he felt sick or not. Paranoia flooded his senses as he looked at the corners of his attic, as if Dabi was hiding in the shadows themselves, waiting to attack. At least it was him and not… not someone else. It wasn’t good, by any means— He barely even knew Dabi, but considering Dabi had… Dabi had gotten him off before and had probably seen him orgasm, it was a little less disturbing.
Unknown: Idk I was only there for seven minutes
Yeah seven minutes
It was so hot doll
fzyk
fsck
fuck i’m hard again
Me: oh my fucking god
Unknown: holy fuck baby it was so hot
fuck
can i call you
shit sorry
don’t call if you don’t want to
fuck i gotta hear those moans again
Read at 13:28
Logically Katsuki knows this is a dangerous man. Dabi is a murderer, arsonist, kidnapper, villian, mentally deranged— possibly psychotic — and a fucking perverted stalker on top of that. This man starred in some of his nightmares and was one of the most Wanted Villains in all of Japan right now.
But he’d rather do this than think about (All Might standing there, defeated, weakly coughing, arm raised— Deku crying beside him, his eyes stuck on the screen— All Might dead— ) that. So, he might as well. The villian had already seen him masturbate, talked him through whatever fucking rope bunny haze he was on/an orgasm, and had been in his sex-scented room and practically rolled around in his defiled sheets, so really what else could possibly happen besides embarrassment and Dabi being desperate?
He takes two minutes to think on it, each agonizing second pulling at his insides before he types out his answer, sitting back down on his bed.
Me: okay.
Read at 13:30
The call comes instantly, he picks it up and puts it on speaker. No need to hold it to his ear, and no need for privacy. His window is closed now, thank you very much, his house is empty and he doesn’t plan on people coming over. The attic is secluded enough.
He hears harsh pants, “Fuck, hey baby.”
“Hi,” He replies, feeling strangely small. Dabi’s voice makes him feel a weird dip in his stomach, like fear and excitement pooling together making him feel strangely full like water in a balloon.
“How are you feeling, doll?” The other man grunts, “That looked intense.”
“You’d know wouldn’t you?” Katsuki snaps, “Fucking creep.”
“I’m sorry, dollface. Fuck— Shit . Did I scare you?”
“No shit, asshole.” Katsuki bites back, physically recoiling back onto his bed, his phone on speaker on his covers. “Gave me about fifteen different damn heart attacks— I didn’t know it was you at all at first.”
Katsuki deliberately ignores the implication that he is now less worried and upset knowing it was Dabi now.
“Fuck darling, I’m sorry,”
Katsuki scoffs, rolling his eyes, “It’s fucking fine.”
“No it’s not. Shit. Should’ve thought this out better. Look darling, I didn’t want to scare you, I wanted to approach you.”
Katsuki stays silent so Dabi continues on, “You… When we kidnapped you… those ropes— fuck, doll, I knew you’d be perfect for me.”
“Me?” Katsuki scoffs, “What could you want with me?”
“…A sub.”
“A what?”
“Submissive, gorgeous,” Dabi groans, sinfully, “Fuck. You know what that is?”
Katsuki shakes his head before realizing Dabi can’t see him. “No.”
“It’s BDSM, doll. You know that don’t you?”
“Yeah,” Katsuki blushed, rubbing his hands on his thighs, “Like bondage, something-something, masochist, right?”
Dabi laughs, “Something like that. Why don’t you look it up for me really quickly sweetheart.”
Katsuki takes his phone and begins to search it up. Starting with BDSM Meaning. It comes up immediately along with a link underneath about Healthy BDSM practices, and random articles about it.
“Oh.” He croaks, reading the meaning and searching up what he doesn’t understand; It takes only about two minutes. Then he searches up submissive meaning. His face heats up.
“Yeah, doll. You’re a submissive. I’m a dominant. Wanted to try it out with you.”
“Why me?” Katsuki blurts, “Fuck— wouldn’t your little merry band of fuckfaced men get huffy you’re trying to fuck the teenager you all kidnapped and escaped?” He questioned.
Dabi chuckles and it sends shivers down his spine, “Doll if I cared about getting them to you or you to them, I would’ve told them the second I found your address.”
Katsuki makes a mhm sound and Dabi groans in pleasure. “Fuck doll, keep talking.”
“Why?”
“I’m trying to cum and I can’t do it without your pretty little voice.”
It should scare him that Dabi is currently masturbating to his voice. It should disturb him in some fashion— maybe even make him hang up entirely. That doesn’t register at all, in fact the only thing that registers is:
“My voice isn’t pretty.” Katsuki protested, because it wasn’t. He got a lot of compliments on how deep his voice was going to become at such a young age for someone who started testosterone only a couple of years before, and how his voice sounded raspy and harsh and how he was always yelling but never pretty.
“Oh yes it is, darling,” Dabi drawled, “Before we do this you have to know a few things okay? Are you ready?”
Last chance to back out. Katsuki squares his shoulder and replies, “Yes.”
“Okay. We have a color system. Red for stop, it means when you say this we stop no matter what, no questions asked, okay? Yellow means slow down, we go at your pace, tell me what it is you want to change so you’ll be more comfortable. Green means go, everything’s alright okay? Speak up when you don’t feel well, Katsuki.”
Katsuki shivered at the usage of his name. “Second, if we do this you’re gonna be polite, firecracker.” Dabi commands, low and dangerous, sending Katsuki’s blood rushing to his face and to his pussy with no hesitation, “That means please and thank you’s okay? No fuck you’s and no cursing unless it’s you moaning out that you want my cock, got it?”
“Got it.” Katsuki pants, feeling uncomfortably hot between his legs. It would be a challenge— he’s never censored himself ever but he could do it. He wasn’t a little bitch.
Dabi let’s out a sigh of pure satisfaction, “Now be a good boy and open your mouth for me. Take a picture of it for me— I wanna imagine pumping your mouth full of cum.”
Katsuki clenches his thighs together. “Nuh-uh. Yellow. No pictures.”
Pictures we’re incriminating and could be used against him and he didn’t trust Dabi at all outside of mutual pleasure.
“Shit, my bad doll. No pictures, that’s fine. Can you open your mouth for me anyways baby?”
“Yeah.” Katsuki replies, going to open his mouth before Dabi interrupts.
“Wait baby, before you do that for me, pretty thing, can you tell me what you want to call me? What I can’t call you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Things you don’t want me to call you.”
Katsuki frowns, “N-no good girl… no princess.”
“Okay that’s my good boy.” Dabi praised, easily, “Now could you do me a favor?”
“Mhm.”
“Would you like to call me Daddy, Sir, or Master?”
“No Master.” Katsuki immediately says no to that option. Something about it felt… not so good. Not so bad, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that it brought his mind back to the ropes and he was really not ready to go back there yet.
Dabi pants, “Is that a yes to Daddy?”
Katsuki clenched his thighs together and whimpered. Daddy wasn’t like Master, he didn’t know why but it felt… dirty. Impure, in the best of ways. But Katsuki wouldn’t allow himself to moan that just yet— no, no. Maybe, he allowed himself to think, maybe if Patchwork is worth keeping around.
“N-not yet… Can I call you sir?”
“Fuck yes baby. Now open your pretty little mouth for me, tongue out, baby.”
Katsuki swallows and sits on his knees prettily, his hole clenching on nothing, “Okay, Sir.” He says before opening his mouth out wide.
“Oh that’s good baby, keep it open for me— fuck, fuck, fuck — oh baby I bet you look so good.” Dabi chuckles through his lewd moans, the shlick sound of him jerking off his wet, hard cock is echoing in Katsuki’s ears. “Oh sweetheart, can you moan for me? Please?”
Katsuki feels that light feeling again— turning his brain to mush at odds with the fiery heat spreading from his lower stomach to his thighs to his clit. He lets out a moan. He wants to touch so bad but Dabi didn’t say he could touch himself.
“Oh baby, god… Moan my name, baby.”
“D-Dabi… Dabi. ”
“The other one, sweetheart.”
“Sir?”
“Oh…” Dabi’s voice goes muffled before becoming clear again, “That’s it. Keep going, doll.”
Katsuki moans over and over again, adding in little fuck me sir’ s and please sir’ s and a-ah ah ah sir’ s until Dabi cums so violently that Katsuki can hear it, knows his dick seized up before erupting thick white liquid.
“Oh shit…” Dabi says, which he says a lot actually, “Can I send you a picture baby?” He wants to send him a picture. Katsuki hears himself talking before he even registers what Dabi’s giving him.
“Yes, Sir.” Katsuki moans, he whimpers, “Sir please.”
“Oh sweetheart,” He sympathetically clicks his tongue, “do you want to be touched?
“ Uh-huh. ”
“Oh baby, go ahead and touch yourself. No pictures or videos right?”
“None.” Katsuki confirms.
“Okay that’s fine baby, just put the phone near your pretty parts and touch yourself for me, start with your clit and work down.” He commands.
Katsuki gathers slick from his hole and pressed it between his legs and up to his clit, circling it with two fingers, pressing intermittently to ensure it would get an equal amount of pressure once he reaches that sensation where it felt like his clit was pulsing he moaned and used his fingers to circle his clit and then he pressed one finger against his hole before diving in, enjoying the pleasant burn he got from it. His moans spilled out from his mouth, traveling to his phone in record timing.
“Hey doll I just sent you something.” At the sound of Dabi’s voice, Katsuki pushes in another finger, despite the burn, he speeds up.
His phone buzzed and he used his other hand to blindly reach down and open it up to see the message he got. He tried to keep his other hand close to his stomach so Dabi could still hear his pussy like he wanted to.
“Oh doll I beg a pretty thing like you has just the most wonderful creamy pussy. I can’t wait to taste— .”
Katsuki wanted him to taste it too. His pussy tightens. His finger hovers over his texts and he presses them only to see the chat with Dabi, and now with a picture in it.
It was Dabi’s penis on full display, pierced and perfect. At the base of his cock was barely there white coarse hair that traveled to the pale veiny skin of his cock— it was the perfect size, thick and long, not exactly a monster cock but close enough to where Katsuki knew it would be a less than pleasant burning feeling, with a prince albert piercing on his dick practically gleaming underneath the white liquid cum that’s beading from the top of his dick and trailing down in a stream past his piercing all the way down his length. His dick is red and swollen slightly at the tip, with his large hand squeezing the shaft of his dick with droplets of cum over his thick, long fingers. The picture shows part of his stomach and his muscular thighs, scarred and stapled together, a deep dark purple burn that will forever be inked in Katsuki’s mind, the background looks like a chair or a couch— all Katsuki knows is it’s a dark red leather.
He cums instantly. The coil tightening and unwinding, and his pussy shivers and shudders, his fingers stop their ministrations as he feels the liquid suddenly increase, his pussy becoming the equivalent to a pool to play in. He removes his fingers and breathes in deep, whining high in his throat.
“Good boy Katsuki, such a good boy, you did so well my darling. How do you feel? Gimme a color.”
Katsuki clears his throat, mumbles to the phone, “Green.”
“Ah, that's a wonderful boy. Now I’m gonna talk you through some aftercare okay?”
“After… care?”
“It’s when one partner makes sure the other one is comfortable after sex or something overstimulating. I make sure you’re okay and aren’t ready to go into a subdrop or something.”
“What’s a sub drop?”
“It’s when after sex the submissive feels awful. Like depressed, kinda awful. I’ll tell you more about it sweetheart, but let me take care of you first.”
Dabi spent the next thirty minutes talking him through aftercare, telling him all the things he would do— bathe him, cuddle him, watch movies with him— all that domestic shit.
When he feels his eyes close and his breathing even out, he doesn’t even register Dabi’s soft “goodnight Angel” into the phone.
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He wakes up hours later, in a panic. He just had phone sex with fucking Dabi. He’s, like, five seconds away from having a mental breakdown.
He feels a buzz from his phone. Opens it— it’s his Dad.
Today 18:34
Old Man: hey kiddo
you’re sleeping right now but we just got home we’ll be crashing in our room
there’s some ramen in the kitchen that i made for whenever you wake up
i love you
Read at 19:08
His heart swells. He doesn’t reply to it, but gets out of bed determined to eat. His dad can cook two things and only two things: ramen and eggs.
He blinks when he realizes he has ten other missed messages. two from Deku, two from Eijirou, five from the Class 1-A group chat he was nonconsensually added into.
And one from Dabi.
He checks Dabi’s first, his heart pumping blood at an extraordinary rate.
Today 14:02
Unknown: Hey baby, make sure you eat and drink some water when you wake up. This was fun okay? You’re such a good boy. Text me whenever you want dollface. gn.
Read at 19:09
Katsuki whines, and then quickly pulls himself together because here he is whining over some half-baked, flash fried, loser who is more metal than man. God he’s pathetic.
He texts back a simple thank you and leaves his phone on his bed, convinced that if he brings it with him somehow, someway his parents will just know. It’s crazy to think that but…
He shakes his head and travels downstairs, hoping this is the last time he ever does something like this.
When he returns with a steaming bowl of ramen, he shuts off his phone— hoping that by doing so he won’t want to talk or think about Dabi.
He walks over to his window, and makes sure he locks it and draws his curtains. He checks then triple checks.
Satisfied, he turns away and gathers his computer in his hands and huddles into his bed. Without taking a second to overthink he quickly used his fingers to type into his search bar: What is BDSM?
As the search loaded and the first link popped up, he began to devour every source he could find.