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He was a forbidden night waiting to be whispered. He was a secret known solely between soft gasps and the midnight sky. His eyes, startling shades of electric blue, ensnared you. You turned your head before he noticed you were staring for too long. Too late. His eyes bore into your figure like a lion in front of a bleeding gazelle; easy pickings. You’d heard of this man through passing headlines and from scanning quick columns, but neglected to think you’d ever come across him. Especially on the train. On the last train. There were few and far people in between; not exactly a time nor place to make a ruckus for a villain-and the thought comforted you if only a little.
Heat pooled in your face, you didn’t fight it, knowing you were likely something more intriguing to look at than the gray underground tunnel passing beyond the windows of the train. You checked your phone. It was almost two in the morning. You went out earlier for a night of dancing at the local alternative clubs, but your boss called you in early so you made your escape and Irish goodbye ’d your friends lest they wrap you up in a traditional midwestern farewell. Now here you were, knee high platforms with complementary black joggers and a crop top that spoke as more corset than top; a vampiric snack waiting for something dark to gobble you up. You wish you could’ve activated your quirk there and then, but that wouldn’t be smart. Your limit was stuck to once every twenty-four hours. What if you needed it tomorrow? What if you needed it on your way home?
Plus, it wouldn’t be consensual and you were everything but a villain. You blew a sigh from painted black lips, checking your phone again. Your eyes scanned over messages from friends. American friends checked in on you, wondering why you were up so late-that’s right. It was lunch time where they were. You texted a few people back, keeping your eyes on the screen when you heard black boots across from you stand up.
Chains rattled. From above your phone, you could see a pair of boots stand in front of you. Heat hit you in waves worse than the sun on a summer Texan afternoon. You turned your screen off. With the precision of a well trained goth with years of public high school bullshittery, you took your time to slowly look up. Your eyes captured every bit of him this way. From the staples that rested over his hands, his neck, his chest, to his well defined jaw and the curve of his smile. You suppressed the urge to run your hands over his angular hips.
“Hey,” he said.
You couldn’t fight the smirk that tugged on your lips. “Hi.”
He leaned down, but you didn’t back away. His lips brushed past your ear and you clenched your jaw tightly shut before you shivered. You loved playing this game; seeming uninterested until the other showed something fierce. Then you would match the energy.
“We both know what you want,” his gravelly voice brought goosebumps over your skin.
You hummed. “What would that be?”
Dabi growled. He actually growled. You couldn’t tell if that was hot as hell or cringey as fuck, but damn it if it wasn’t doing something for you.
“Follow me off the next station,” he said. He stood up as the train stopped.
You watched him leave then stood up and followed him out yourself. You appreciated him from behind this way. His coat flipped in the wind curated by the fast moving train as it departed, gifting you the sight of his bubble butt. You let a shiver run through you, thoughts absorbed in trailing your hands around the curve of his ass.
Above ground, the smell of motor oil and rotted brick hit you. It smelt a lot like Detroit. It smelt a lot like home. The area seemed to be in an odd state of existence; something in the middle of destruction and repair. Buildings fell apart while other ones were tarped up. Cement mixers sat in yards and so did ladders and material. The smell of rotting wood was ever present.
Dabi led you towards an alleyway by a bar. There he backed you up against the bricking. His hands slammed next to the side of your head. You didn’t flinch. You stared at his lips.
“What agency are you working for?” His voice came out demanding.
Was this a role play? Your hands snaked around his waist and you guided his hips to yours. “Where do you want me to come from?” You dipped your voice low and husky, something between wonton and relaxing.
Dabi stared at you. A face splitting grin adorned him. “You’re a prostitute.”
You met his eyes with a glare. Your hands immediately off him as though he’d burned you. “Excuse me?”
“You’re worse than scum,” his body heat tripled. You choked on dry air.
Your quirk induced itself without your permission. The smell of rose, pine, and home flooded the alleyway. Dabi’s pupils grew large. His heat evaporated. He leaned his forehead against you, legs noticeably shaky.
He laughed an ugly thing. It was desperate and choking; a fish out of water.
“This your quirk?” He snarled.
“I’m not a prostitute,” you said. “I thought we were gonna have a one night stand, but…guess you’re no fun.”
You weaved out from his reach. He leaned on the brick for support.
“ Fuck,” he said.
You hummed, taking a few steps away from him before you analyzed him. “I’ve never really used my power on anyone I’ve liked before, how does it feel?” You allowed your quirk to subside with the chilly night wind. You were a hawk playing with a shark now.
Dabi sent a glare that read more like a plee. “Like hell,” he gasped. You tilted your head. “Are you gonna fuck me already or are you gonna let go of your damn quirk?!”
You stared at him. “I already let go.”
He shot newfound hatred and wonton desire at you. “ What ?”
Taking a chance you wouldn’t have if you weren’t five margaritas in, you sauntered up to him and pushed him with your hips against the brick. His dick hard against you.
“You’re turned on,” you said. Your eyes hovering over his shivering torso. You noticed with your platforms on you were both the same height.
“Fix it.”
You smiled. “With pleasure.”
You started by rocking your hips together painfully slow, taunting him more. Dabi groaned and rested his head onto your shoulder. His scent of burnt leaves and ash tickled your nose. Your hands wrapped around his waist, trailing down and behind to grab his ass. You guided his hips, his fully erect cock, against yourself. He cursed and whined under you.
“Good boy,” you said. He moaned in response.
One hand took out a small bottle of lube you had in your pocket, then both hands dove under his loose belt, grabbing and massaging his ass.
“Good baby, you feel so good,” you whispered in his ear. You kissed his neck then and a sharp whine erupted from his throat. You tongued the area where you kiss, rewarding yourself with more of his groans and pants. You wondered if he ever begged. You wondered if he ever fucked at all.
The lube was cold between your fingers. You dribbled the whole bottle in one hand and applied it to his ass. He gasped. You consoled him with you’re doing so good baby, you feel so good. His cock dug into you, almost painfully, his hips started to move a little on their own. You slipped a finger into his hole, his spine straightened. You hushed him as you began to massage his rim.
His cock throbbed against you. His lips on your neck as he mouthed prayers into your skin. You kissed his shoulder as your fingers spread him open, his hole sucking you in as you prodded deeper into him. Dabi keened when your knuckles brushed up against a wall. You repeated the action and his hips thrusted against your hand, his body doing all the work to replicate the feeling.
With your free hand you brought it to his front. You took his cock in your hand and you began to pump. His head snapped back, eyes glossy from pleasure. He leaned his forehead against yours, eyes far away but staring into yours. You met his lips, your mouths formed together as if they’d been made for it.
Your hands worked him as his tongue danced against your own, his lips sucked on your lower one, moans and gasps captured between soft kisses and capturing lips between teeth and tongue.
Dabi endured longer than you expected. Your fingers scissored where his prostate was, twisting and ramming into him as your other arm burned from pumping him up and down. His kisses became bruising, heated and reignited the longer you went on.
Your own frustration built up from the lack of stimulation on yourself, your teeth met the juncture of his neck as you gave him one hell of a mark to remember you by. Your tongue lathed at a staple, iron filling your mouth with the faint taste of blood.
His whole body wracked back and forth so quick you could barely keep up. Hot cum spilled from his dick as he moaned deep and guttural.
Your teeth unlatched from his neck, you licked the wound clean. You slowly pulled your fingers out. He panted. You trailed kisses from his collar bone, lifting up his shirt to trail it over his chest-earning you a gasp as you kissed his nipple-and down his abs, to his hips then took his spent cock in your mouth.
His knees wobbled and you pressed his hips against the brick building, propping him up by the hips from your own strength. You silently thanked the gods for going through a body building phase this past summer. You cleaned his cock with your mouth, sucking off every bit of cum. His hands tangled in your hair, nails digging into your skull, as you pumped him back and forth.
Staring up, you saw his mouth open and close, eyes wide and body losing strength. His cock twitched in your mouth, warm precum spilled onto your tongue. You popped off his cock, now red and swollen, and stood up. His eyes followed you, his chest heaved. The dingy street lights illuminated his neck and the curve of his pearl white hip bones. His lips were plump and wet from their make out session, slightly gaped open so he could heave oxygen that you just sucked out of him.
He then leaned into you, lips softly meeting yours in the sweetest kiss you’d ever had. Your hands found his hair and he guided your body into his. You noticed his legs weren’t shaking anymore. You smiled into his lips.
“ Fuck,” he breathed into your mouth.
You let him go and leaned back. He adjusted himself then. His cock put back in his pants and belt tightened. He looked around the area.
“I should get going,” you said. “It’s late. I got work in the morning.”
You turned to leave, but his hand on your arm stopped you. You turned to him, meeting his wicked grin with a sly smile of your own.
“If you wanna kill me, I can’t promise I won’t have you bent over begging for a cock I don’t have,” you said.
He rolled his eyes at you. “You took care of me and yet no one’s taken any care of you.”
Heat flushed your face. Dabi guided you against the opposite wall. A dance where the follower becomes the lead. His hands took off your joggers in one fell swoop. The cold air hit your ass.
You covered your face with your hands, your smile burned the muscles in your face. A warm tongue ran up your slit. Your hips jolted as if electrocuted. His tongue experimented with movement. The appendage ran up and down, lapped at your clit, and found your entrance. Dabi shot his tongue inside you and you grinded onto his face.
You could feel the smirk on his lips as he pressed his head closer to you. His tongue took up most of your mound. His eyes opened, meeting yours as he lapped your clit harder. Your hips rocked onto his mouth as you let out a series of moans. You moaned his name, your hands finding the mess that was his hair and fingers massaging his skull to beg him to come closer.
His tongue did things you didn’t think a man would’ve known-or maybe it was his tongue piercing that bobbed against your clit that did it for you. You grabbed a fist full of his hair and commanded his head back and forth, taking control of the pace. His hands gripped your thighs to steady himself as his tongue rammed onto your throbbing clit.
He moaned against you and the vibrations sent shivers down your spine. His tongue shot inside of you, dragging down as the piercing caught on something that sent electricity through your body. You thrusted your hips against him, urging him into a frenzy of tongue fucking your hole.
“ Dabi, fuck!” You cried out. Your voice echoing into the night air, hot and wanting.
“Touya,” Dabi said. You grinded down onto his tongue.
“ Fuck Touya,” you cried. “Make me cum, please , make me cum.”
His tongue ran up and down your clit faster. The muscle pumped against you at a rapid pace. Your hips grinded against his tongue in response, unable to stop.
Your rhythm became sloppy as heat built and pooled in your stomach. You felt all your muscles clench up. Then everything let go as your nerves electrified. His tongue kept going against your sudden freeze. You trembled above him, your hips rocked forward and another wave shot through you. You grinded on his face until the electricity in you fizzled out.
In one fell swoop, you took your hips away from Touya, dropped to your knees and kissed him. Your tongue tasted the mixture of your bodies, the heat and passion of the night, and the dirt from fucking against a wall. It was hot.
Touya pulled away first, his forehead pressed against yours as he gasped for breath. Your chests rose and fell in perfect harmony. Your fingers tangled in each other. You opened your eyes to see him staring at you; memorizing you.
“That was hot,” you gasped out, your brain high on Touya and the night sky. He smiled and let out a breathless chuckle.
You pulled away first. You wiggled your joggers back on and tied them. You checked your phone and saw a few messages from your boss telling you to never mind on coming in-whoever was scheduled was going in on time. You smiled. Small graces.
“You’re boyfriend?” Touya asked.
“Work,” you said. You held out a hand and helped Touya to his feet. “I got tomorrow off.”
He smirked and shoved his hands in his pockets. “You live far?”
You looked around, unfamiliar with the area. You put your apartment's address in and it guided you to about a fifteen minute walk. You showed it to him.
“Nah,” you said.
He hummed in response. “Then I’m crashing at your place.”
You smiled. “Not planning on killing me in my sleep, are ya?”
He stared at you for a second. You rolled your eyes and took his hand in yours.
“Why do you live in the shitty part of town?” He asked.
You shook your head. “Not as shitty as Detroit.”
You felt his eyes on you as you guided him to the sidewalk, then down the street. It turned out whatever shit bar they banged against was a couple streets down from Mainstreet that your apartment complex lived on.
“Detroit,” he echoed.
You flipped your hair over your shoulder. “I know I’m so middle class .”
He snorted.
Past the older buildings and homes of a bygone era of Japan stood your apartment complex. It was mostly filled with pot smokers, weed dealers and hookers but it was familiar. Plus weed was easier to come by this way and PCOS was a bitch of a disorder.
On the third floor you guided Touya into your quaint apartment. It stood at a decent size, with its own separate bedroom and a decent size bathroom. The living room and kitchen was perfect for you; small and intimate and fit only one. Touya kicked off his shoes and stole your friend's fuzzy sloth pair they left here.
You took off your own and directed him into the shower. You scurried to your bedroom, grabbing an extra pair of loose fitting t-shirts and extra large sweatpants you had for lounging clothes and were sure he could fit.
With your platforms off, Touya swung the door open and immediately grinned at the height difference. You were four inches shorter, and he was every bit naked. You held out the clothes, staring at the way his hips met his thighs; his pelvis met his dick; the landscape of purple melding into flesh held together with staples.
He took your arms and brought you inside the bathroom, the door shutting behind you. He threw the clothes on the sink and picked you up by your waist. He carried you into the shower that already started. You let out a playful scream. The warm water melted down your back, easing tension from muscle.
Touya helped you out of your clothes. You stared at each other. You took in the fine curves of his body, the lean muscle on his arm, appreciated every touch of purple and each glint of staples in his skin-and his piercings . You marveled at each one. He stared at you with a different pace; something longing in his eyes; something that wanted to reach out. He was a man set on fire, kindling desire.
He walked towards you, pinning you against the tiled wall. His lips met your forehead. Heat rose fog around you, and for a moment you let yourself sink into this moment of pure bliss and domesticity.
You knew Touya wasn’t allowed to be yours. You knew he’d never be tied down or want something permanent. For a moment, you let this be all that existed. That this world was made for this happenstance; for lips pressed against a forehead under the shower.
“I want you,” he said. His gravelly voice echoed against the tile. The world was silent to him.
You felt his length sprung against your belly. You gasped. His hips leaned back, and once he leaned forward his cock met your lips.
“You can have me,” you said.
So he did. His head pierced your entrance, filling you deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper. He pulled out, then slammed back into you. A cry tore from your throat. He rocked into you, filling you and pumping you and fucking you.
You burned for him, your insides on fire as he slammed his pierced cock inside your walls. You swallowed him deeper, wanting to take every inch he could offer.
He rolled his hips against you, finding rhythm among the chaos of each other's whining and moaning and keening.
He braced his hands under your thighs, lifting you up and rewarding your cries with a deeper thrust. His dick pumped in and out of you while you slammed up and down. you ground your hips around him, fucking him with desperate intention.
Somehow the two of you ended up on the tiled floor, his pelvis thrusting into you faster and harder. You chanted good boy and yes, good, faster like it could bring you salvation while a literal terrorist fucked with purpose deep inside of you.
It wouldn’t be the first act of anti patriotism you’ve done in your life, but twice? This was becoming a habit. This one you could live with though.
Touya pressed his lips to yours and stole your breath away. He pounded into you lightning quick, your bodies slapping together in a blissful buildup. He growled low and animalistic and hot.
His dick thrusted in and out of you faster and faster, it was almost painful. Your nerves tightened, your walls gripped him fiercely as you kept pounding into you. Your hips met his chaotic rhythm; precise and knowing. He pounded into you ruthlessly, desire and desperation pumped into every thrust like you were his last meal and he was a man starving.
You stilled, your hips rocking back and forth as heat overtook you and uncoiled. You were undone by Touya. He kept pounding into you as you rode out your orgasm.
He came after you. He thrusted long and hard, cum filling you. He laid like that then. Cock still inside you, his breath hot on your face. He stared at you. You stared back. Your mind was fuzzy and light, everything picture perfect.
He was gorgeous. From his jaw to his cheekbone to his eyebrows to his eyelashes. You traced a hand over his face. He leaned down and kissed you gently, accidentally rolling his hips into you. Sticky cum painted your walls.
“You’re so warm,” he said. He leaned down and kissed your check, then your ear. “You’re gonna be my little secret.”
You grinned. “As long as I’m your only little secret.”
You felt his smile on your cheek. “So long as I’m your only .”
You inhaled and exhaled his scent. “‘Course, now let’s actually get cleaned up.”