Gathering Sinners

A short note, before part 7; when I started writing this last year, it was just a fun hobby. A lot of things happened this year that I never saw coming including the unexpected and tragic death of a close friend, and most recently, emergency surgery (Appendix tried to kill me, it was super fun).

I want to sincerely thank everyone for their patience, kindness, and enthusiasm for this little project that i started, just to start writing again. I can never explain how much it means to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Moving forward, with the completion of this project, I want there to be more. I have been thinking hard about what else I can give you. Thank you so much again. You, reader, gave me reason to write again.

Part Seven 

He’s had too much. Entirely too much. 

The room spins as Dabi stumbles over to the bar to refill his glass for the… seventh time? Eighth? He’s lost count. Kurogiri is gonna call in an intervention when he sees how much whiskey he has to replace. He giggle-snorts at the thought, crashing down on one of the bar stools, his head lolling in one hand. 

What time is it, anyway? He squints at the clock above the bar, it’s 3 am already… he wonders what you’re doing- who you’re doing- no. He stops himself there, literally shaking the thought from his head. Not going there. Can’t. 

He thought drinking would help, but it’s only brought him closer to the precipice- a fine line between drinking into oblivion and drinking to the point of vulnerability. He scratches his head, sighs. Before you, it would’ve just been oblivion. 

The crew is still out- Shig and Kurogiri are off on some business and unlikely to return until morning. Toga, Twice and Compress went to the club after their mission, so they haven’t been home, either. Nobody knows except him. And he’s gonna have to tell them. 

Tell them that you’re gone, something whispers. That you’ve left me. That I’m alone again. 

He doesn’t know how to help himself here. He could go to the club, find some easy pussy and lose himself in it, but it doesn’t feel right. In fact, he’s a little worried what he might do to some villain-chaser right now. Clearly his headspace isn’t great. 

He can’t tell them all yet. He just can’t do it. The words are stuck in his throat, like glue, making it hard to swallow. 

But you are gone. 

And it’s his fault. 

Dabi throws the glass of whiskey at the wall, watching in satisfaction as it bursts into a million messy pieces, whiskey dribbling onto the floor. Then he puts his head down on the bar, folds his arms over it, and wills himself to sleep. 

Dabi isn’t sure how long he sleeps before rough, cold hands grasp the back of his shirt and begin to shake him, frantically. Groaning, Dabi doesn’t even open his eyes before he begins to shove at whoever has hold of him.  

“Gettoff,” he moans. “Fuckin’-stop-!” Oh Jesus, he’s gonna hurl if they don’t stop- 

“Dabi. Wake up.” Hawks’ clear, cold voice is enough to force Dabi to crack his eyes, gazing up at the winged hero blearily. 

“The fuck- get offa me, bird brain-"

“Dabi, she’s gone. They took her.” 

Dabi’s eyes widen, suddenly sober, already turning on the barstool to face Hawks. “What?”

“Inferno- or his men- they have her- they left this.” Hawks shoves a crumpled note into Dabi’s hands. 

Dabi smoothes it out on the bar, reads it. 

Come after your plaything, and I will make it a thousand times more painful for her than it need be. 

“Well?” Hawks is watching Dabi, still frantic, expectant, wings shaking. “We need to move. We only have so much time-"

Dabi leans over the bar and wretches, the contents of his stomach spattering across the tiled floor. 

Before you even open your eyes, you can feel the pounding headache radiating from the back of your skull. Fuck. A whimper tears itself, unbidden, from your throat. 

“Boss, she’s waking up.” 

“Good. He’ll have questions.” 

Opening your eyes is no use; you’ve been blindfolded, and your hands are restrained; they feel weak, useless. 

Quirk-cancelling cuffs, you realize, as fear takes hold and begins to grow. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

No Hawks. No Dabi. No Quirk. 

Fuck. 

You know you’re in the back of a car; you smell cigarette smoke, feel cold air blowing on your face from an open window. Shadows and streetlights flash by, disorienting you to a world unknown outside of the blindfold. You lick your lips, test your voice. 

“Hello?” It comes out in a croak. 

Someone cuffs you hard in the back of your already-throbbing head, and you jump, half cowering in your seat. 

 “Shut your fucking mouth. You’ll have plenty to say when we get there.” 

You don’t recognize these voices. They are rough, deep. Nothing like Inferno’s smooth baritone. 

Hired hands, you figure, as you clamp your mouth shut. He wants to scare me. 

You resolve to show no fear. It’s likely you’re going to die, you’re not stupid. At least you tried. But you won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you afraid. Straightening your spine, you settle back against the seat and wait. 

Another twenty minutes feels endless as the car twists and turns along the roads. How far are they taking me? Panic threatens to bubble up, but you swallow hard, forcing it down. Panic won’t help anything. You can still see the flashes of streetlights, so you’re at least still in the city. 

Maybe there’s time- no. You won’t let yourself believe it. You won’t let yourself hope. They’ll never find you in time… this is it. The very least you can do is try to remain calm. 

The vehicle comes to a slow halt, brakes screeching. You feel the shift as the driver gets out, rocking the vehicle, and slams the door, making you jump slightly. Someone laughs, alarmingly close to your ear. 

“Scared, sweetheart?” It’s a mean, gloating voice. “Don’t worry, the fun’s only just beginning.” 

“Fuck you,” you bite out. A surprised silence comes, followed by a sudden and ringing blow to your right cheek. 

“Talk to me like that again-" the voice threatens, but is cut off as the vehicle door opens on your side. A sudden cool rush of air hits you in the face as you try to straighten up. 

“Hey, hey- we can’t hit her. Boss wants her untouched.”

This would be relieving, except… “yeah, so he gets all the fun,” is muttered sullenly by your assailant. “C’mon then, bitch. Can’t be late,” he continues, pushing you out of the vehicle so hard you nearly topple over. 

Another set of hands grasps your shoulders roughly, keeping you from falling, and then seizes your right arm and steers you straight ahead. “Let’s go.” The second voice leaves no room for negotiation. 

You are led through two sets of doors and into an elevator; your blindfold has shifted slightly, allowing you to see from a very bottom corner. Three seats of black shoes surround you. 

The buttons sing their staccato notes cheerfully as one of your assailants punches them, and then you are being whisked up, up, up.  It’s not until the elevator doors open again that a cold blast of wind hits you, and you realize you’re on a rooftop. Fear floods your belly, makes you squirm in your bindings. 

“Please- just tell me who you are-" 

“I said shut the fuck up-" the man who hit you before begins to shout, and you brace yourself for another blow. 

“There’s no need for that,” a voice says, and your blood runs cold. “Let her go.” 

Hands instantly release you as the blindfold is lifted off of your face. 

 In front of you stands- Jesus, it’s really him- Inferno, taller than you remember, larger than life and twice as hideous- and smiling down at you triumphantly. 

“Hello, darling.” 

The wind is cold up here. Shivering, you glance around and instantly get dizzy. You are on a rooftop- which one, you’re not sure- but it’s a skyscraper. You can see the whole of the city from this building. It would be beautiful if you weren’t frozen in dread. 

“Husband,” you greet Inferno formally, tamping down the icy chill of your fear. Swallow it. Don’t give him the satisfaction. 

 His lips twitch in dark amusement as he gestures to a chair leaning against the wall. “Please, have a seat. There’s so much I need to ask you.” 

Head held high, you turn and walk, sitting neatly down on the chair before facing him expectantly. He watches you, raises one brow. 

“Something different about you,” he observes, musing. 

You strive for a look of polite indifference. “Oh? How so?” 

His eyes burn into yours. “You always used to be more afraid.”

You stare back at him, trying to remain cool, aloof. “I’ve learned some hard lessons, Husband.” 

He makes a mental decision; one to play along with your demeanor. After a moment's hesitation, he joins you, sitting in a chair across from you. “You don’t look very afraid,” he says, as though he’s confiding in you. “That’s the biggest, anyway. Difference, I mean.”

You shrug. “Maybe there were several lessons.”

“Such as?” He asks, politely, keeping up the facade. And why shouldn’t he? You think. He’s won. He can afford to play along, get some sick twist out of this. 

You lift your chin again, staring him straight back in the eye. “Such as… I’m not the little mouse you always wanted me to be. I’m actually quite strong.” 

He smiles, kindly. “You realize you have to die.”

You nod. “I do.” You wonder briefly, how you can possibly sound so serene… but common sense is long gone now. You’re just playing a part, a role, until it’s time. You only pray that it’s fast. 

Inferno nods slowly, taking in the calm across your face. “I thought about how I would have to do it,” he adds, conversationally. “The media sees me as this frantic, adoring husband. So it couldn’t be anything too public; knowing you, if you had any time at all to try to save yourself, you’d lose your senses and start screaming to anyone within earshot that you’re innocent. Which you’re not, you’ve never been.”

He’s watching your face carefully, waiting to see any flash of emotion betray your cool features. You merely sigh, contemplatively, then shrug. 

“That’s probably fair,” you allow. He smirks. 

“I briefly considered a mass murder… your whole family, framing you. A bomb in the house, perhaps. Cut brake lines on a family trip. Which they have gone on, since you’ve been gone, by the way.”

That one hurts. You can’t tell if he’s lying or not. Probably not a family trip; probably getting out of town to avoid the shame of being related to you after all of Inferno’s stories hit the press, but still. He wants to hurt you. If he can take your family’s embarrassment and consequential fleeing and twist it as a way to cause you further pain, of course he will. 

All this reasoning flies through your mind as he watches you carefully. “They didn’t come looking for you,” he concludes.

You shake your head. “They always liked you better than me, anyway.”

Inferno laughs loudly at this, tossing his head back. “Well, they’ve always had a distaste for weakness.” He resumes eyeing you closely, almost contemplatively. “They might like you more now. The y/n I knew before would have been hysterical by now, crying for mercy.” 

You recognize it in his tone; he’s disappointed. A sudden rush of euphoria comes over you; he may be about to kill you, may be about to take you away from Dabi, from Hawks, from everything you’ve ever known- but he’s not getting the reaction he wants from you. 

A small victory, but an important one, nonetheless. 

You hold eye contact with him and let the smallest smirk play out from the corners of your mouth. “The y/n that you knew was beaten down after years of abuse and your pathetic,” you say the word slowly, let it drip with disgust, “male fragility.”

Inferno’s face barely registers, except the familiar spark of violence flaring just behind his eyes as he listens to you insult his ego.

“The y/n before you, however…” you let your voice trail off, considering. “Well, if given half a chance, she would kill you where you stand.” You smile at him benignly, and then add, “slowly, so that you suffer.”

He backhands you before you see it coming; you’re thrown from the seat, unable to cover your face with your still-bound hands. The coppery taste of blood fills your mouth as you’re hauled to your feet by one of his snickering henchmen. 

“Enough playing around,” Inferno is muttering, mostly to himself. “My patience has run out.” He reaches into his back pocket and for a second-you flinch, expecting a gun, a quick shot, and then nothing. Instead, he pulls out an envelope, flicks it open to withdraw a letter and waves it under your nose. 

“This is your goodbye to your family,” he shares, calmer now that his triumph is so close. More so, your suicide letter.” He pauses, letting you take this in, before he continues. “In it, you apologize for the monster that you became. For being an abusive spouse and a worthless daughter. For never amounting to anything worth speaking of in life. You were so ashamed of yourself and all the trouble that you caused, that you simply could not bear to live anymore. It will go here,” he reaches around you and places it in your pocket, “so that when they find your body, it will be one of the first things they see.”

You spit the blood that’s pooled in your mouth at his feet, missing a shiny leather shoe by just half an inch. “I’d rather die exactly as I am right now then spend another living second as your wife.” You bare your teeth in a snarl. “And I will haunt you for the rest of your miserable fucking existence, you coward.”

He smiles again. “What sweet sentiment, darling. I hope you remain this brave when you’re falling fifty stories and splattering against the concrete.” Before you can process this, he’s turning to the lackeys. “Take her.”

“Fuck you,” you roar, as filthy hands began to drag you to the edge of the building. “Fuck you, you miserable fucking cowardly piece of shit-"

You’re dragged still further to the edge. The sounds of traffic waft up, horns honking, people shouting, completely oblivious to the fact that a murder is taking place above their heads. 

You close your eyes, swallow hard.

I’m sorry, angel. Please don’t blame Hawks. 

Please know how much I loved you. 

It all happens so quickly. 

You are waiting for the shove, for your feet to leave the ground, when a flash of blue fire and a surge of heat nearly knock you to the ground. A scream sounds to your left, high pitched and desperate; The man who was dragging you to the edge of the roof, who was right next to you a second ago, is gone. You spin to see Inferno, whose face is a black mask of rage, stalking towards the opposite end of the roof. 

“Seize her! Nobody gets away tonight!” He roars, and begins throwing flames at random, aiming for some unseen target.

There’s no time to process any of it.  

 Next to you, still smoking, is a rather large pile of black ash. 

“What the fuck-”

The familiar whoosh of wings drowns you out, and suddenly Hawks is there, landing beside you and frantically looking over your cuffs. His lip is bleeding, golden eyes narrowed, focused. 

“Hey, kid-” his voice breaks with relief as you struggle to comprehend what’s happening. 

“Thought we lost you there for a sec,” he continues, gloved hands fluttering over your wrists as he tries to figure out how to undo the cuffs. You’re speechless, buzzing with adrenaline, when you’re distracted by another blue burst of light to your left. 

You whirl to see Dabi, beautiful, glorious Dabi, his face murderous with rage, killing anyone and everyone he can get his hands on. Henchmen scream and scatter, running for the door and dropping to the floor amidst flames as they try. Inferno stands opposite of him, trying to blast Dabi with wave after wave of fire, to no avail. Dabi’s flames are bigger than you’ve ever seen them, so bright they’re almost blinding. 

“What-how…”

“That doesn’t matter right now. We need to get you out of here. Out of the country, probably.” Hawks mutters, more to himself than to you. And then, “Goddamn it! Where is the key to these things?” And then “fuck, shit, hold on-” he turns just as a henchman sneaks up on him, knife in hand, and shoves you to the ground as he dodges. Just as quickly, you jump to your feet, ignoring the ache pounding through your skull from a culmination of hard hits this evening, and chase after the two, now engaged fully in hand to hand combat. 

The man swipes here and there with the knife; Hawks cold-cocks him directly in the face, and then whips out a couple feathers to pin the man to the ground. 

“Kill him!” You yell, but Hawks turns to face you, looks over your shoulder, and blanches. 

Someone grabs you by the hair and throws you back down. “On the ground where you belong, you fucking bitch.” 

The voice from the car, the same man who hit you, now stands above you with a gun. “I promised the boss I would finish this-”

He doesn’t get to finish anything, not even his sentence. He lets out a guttural groan as Hawks stabs him in the back, pushing the knife through his chest, and drops, nearly on top of you. Shoving him aside, you scramble up. 

“How did they get into the hotel?” Hawks yells, throwing himself into a defensive crouch in front of you and wielding a feather like sword. 

You want to answer him, but another henchman is heading your way, eyes wild. 

“Doesn’t matter right now,” you parrot Hawks, using your bound hands to swing out at your attacker, hitting him straight in the face and knocking him to his feet. Hawks finishes him off as you whirl to watch Dabi and Inferno. You’re not sure when it began to rain, but it’s raining nonetheless; coming down fast in cold, unforgiving sheets. You watch, feeling as though you are in a dream, as bursts of blue and orange fire burn against the downpour. This doesn’t feel real. 

If I make it through this, you think, I will never make the same mistakes again. 

This fight- this raging, bloody battle- is a culmination of what your life was, and what it will be. No longer will you be the one who runs away. If only you or Inferno get to leave this rooftop tonight, it’s sure as hell going to be you. 

You are done running. You are done hiding. Forever. 

“Toga, do you see anything?” Hawks yells over his shoulder.

What?

 You blink in disbelief as the little blond scurries across the roof, presumably out of nowhere, several backpacks in hand.

“Nothing yet. Hi, honey!” She chirps, as if this isn’t quite literally a life-threatening situation. “Don’t worry about a thing, we’ll get you loose in no time.”

“Toga- hurry-” You’re watching Dabi and Inferno dance across the roof in a frenzied battle, blasting at each other and dodging the other’s fire. “I have to help-”

With a quick scan of the rooftop, you can see that all of the henchman are either gone- escaped, dead, or close to it; several bodies lay charred and smoking on the concrete. It’s down to Dabi and Inferno. 

Dabi practically dances as he moves, fighting with skills beyond anything you’ve seen yet. For one brief moment, his eyes connect with yours and hold you there, a thousand unspoken words flowing between you, and the world goes silent. 

And then you see it.

Inferno has been pushing Dabi back towards the edge of the roof. Dabi’s steps are a little uneven, as though he’s been drinking- oh god, you realize, as your heart drops into your stomach. He probably has. Not enough to be incapacitated, clearly, but enough not to notice some small, but very important details…such as being backed into a corner…or rather, a ledge.

Now that he’s so close to it, Inferno is increasing his fire, pushing Dabi back inch by inch, little by little, to his impending death. 

“NO!” You scream, and Dabi’s eyes flash to yours, and you know that he’s realized it, too. “Toga, get me out of this NOW-”

“I’ve got it, I’ve got it-” Toga’s hands scramble against the cuffs, a loud, clear click finally freeing you from your Quirkless prison. You turn back to the fight just in time to see Dabi fumbling, dangerously close to falling to his death, and Inferno, manic and beyond all reason, lifting his hands to administer one last blast of fire-

“NO,” you scream again, and without hesitation, throw your hands forward. Inferno is thrown into the air like a rag doll, struggling as his body lifts into the air and sways, fighting your power with all he has. 

Months ago, your fear would have trumped your Quirk, and you probably would have lowered him back to the ground, afraid of what he would do to you if he survived.

Now, you have no such qualms. 

 You hold him there, in the air, watching as the force of your Quirk turns him slowly to face you, to gaze down at you with panicked contempt, and you hold his gaze. 

There. Look at me. 

Look at what you’ve done to yourself. 

With every ounce of strength left in you, you heave your arms to the left. 

Inferno screams as his body is tossed from the top of the skyscraper. He screams all the way down. 

The sickening thud of his body hitting the sidewalk below is what breaks you from your reverie, panting. 

Dabi is frozen at the edge of the rooftop, staring down at what’s left of Inferno. You can just barely hear Hawks speaking to you as though he’s a mile away.

Exhaustion hits you like a bus, dragging you back down to earth.  

And then; 

You are vaguely aware of your legs giving out beneath you, collapsing and landing hard against the wet cement on the roof. Through the rain and the blood and the blinding pain, you can’t see anything. You can feel your consciousness slipping through your fingers, hurtling you towards blessed, peaceful darkness, when from far away you hear Dabi. 

He sounds a million miles away, echoey, vague. The rough sandpaper of his voice scratches at you, tries to keep you awake. 

“Hey, baby, hey-”

“Tired,” you mutter, feeling warm hands wrap around your upper arms, pulling you into his lap, his belt buckle pushing into your left shoulder blade. “Hurts.”

“I know baby, I know it hurts- look at me baby, look at me, don't go to sleep, baby, okay, don’t-” he pleads; breathless, his voice cracking. “Please, baby, don’t do this to me, don’t do this to me baby please, don’t you dare do this to me…” his voice rises in octave, you can hear this panic in his voice and want more than anything to stay awake just to calm him down, but your body pulls you towards sleep with the seductive drag of quicksand, pulling you from him, no matter how hard you try to stay. 

“Love you,” you whisper, and then everything goes dark. 

When you wake up again, you’re in Dabi’s bed. You sigh, automatically going to stretch and then letting out a sound of distress when you feel how sore you are. 

And then you remember. 

You bolt upright, wincing, gasping as you take in the room. 

“Baby.”

You look down to see Dabi, roused from sleep, lifting his head from the side of the bed. 

“Dabi- what…?”

“He’s dead,” he says abruptly. “You finished it. He’s dead.” 

You don’t know what happens- one second you’re staring at Dabi, blankly processing. The next, your body is wracked with sobs. From relief, from fear or from guilt, or maybe a combination of all three. 

“Hey, baby hey…” Dabi’s arms go around you. “You’re okay. You’re safe.”

You lean into his chest, unable to stop sobbing, chest heaving, your fingers curling into his T-shirt and clinging to him. 

“What happened?” You choke out. “After I-”

“Hawks told the commission that it was a villain.”

“WHAT?”

“He told the commission that he had been on patrol- which, technically, he was- and saw Inferno fighting with an unknown villain. He said he was flying in to help, but before he could get there, the villain threw him from the roof.” Dabi slowly shakes his head, mournfully. “Just couldn’t get there in time.” He peeks at you, his eyes glowing. 

You let out a long, slow sigh. “Will he get in trouble?”

“I doubt it. He had to be interviewed a few times by the commission and gave the police a signed statement. I doubt they'll look much past that.”

You nod slowly, letting this sink in. “So they have no idea that I’m still around?”

“No. Nobody even mentioned you. I’m sure if you wanted to come forward now, and tell the truth, the media would eat it up, but I’m not sure how much you want to do that…”

“I don’t.” The thought of the media makes bile rise in your throat. “Ever.”

Dabi watches you carefully. “So that means…”

“I’m okay with staying missing,” you finish for him. You look up into his brilliant azure eyes. “I’ve found my family. If they’ll still have me,” you add, quietly. 

Half a second later, Dabi’s arms are crushing you to his chest, almost knocking you off the bed entirely. 

“I’m so fucking sorry, baby.” His voice breaks. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“I’m sorry. I put everyone at risk, I wasn’t thinking, I was stupid.”

Dabi grasps your chin and forces you to meet his eyes. “You are never stupid. I was angry and said shit I shouldn’t have and never will again. Forgive me, baby, please.”

You stare at each other in silence for a few seconds, Dabi’s eyes searching yours. 

“Yes,” you breathe, and he kisses you, gently. Too gently, in your opinion. You lean forward, pushing more forcefully against his mouth, sighing when he gives way and lets you gently bite down on his lower lip.

Dabi groans into your mouth, his whole body stiffening against yours, before he begins to pull away. 

“No,” you whine, but he sits back anyway. 

“You’re still healing. We shouldn’t.”

“Yes, we should. I’m fine.” You sit up straight as though to prove this, only wincing slightly. He laughs ruefully, then leans down to kiss you again. This time the kiss is harder, more urgent- from both of you. Bravely, you shuffle into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Doll, I don’t know if…” He’s torn, debating between showing you how he feels or letting you rest, knowing you need both. 

“Please. Need you,” you mutter, fingers ghosting his cheeks, his jawline, his collarbone. “Please, Dabi.”

Something inside him breaks. 

“Touya,” he breathes into your hair and he slips inside you. A gasp strangles your throat, hands scrambling for purchase against his arms as he fills you gently, slowly. “Call me Touya.”

“Touya,” you whisper, and Jesus fucking Christ he whimpers, forehead pressed against yours as he gently fucks himself into you. You’re only too aware that this is a gift he’s giving to you, the ultimate trust, the only thing he has to protect, his real name. Gently, you cup his cheeks and lift his half-lidded gaze to yours. “Thank you, Touya.”

 He lets out a ragged gasp, pressing his lips to yours, hard, urgently. 

“Missed you. Missed you so much,” he chokes between kisses, and begins to move inside you. 

This is nothing like it’s been before. Instead of pounding, biting and punishing you, Touya moves softly, insistently; easy, shallow thrusts that keep you on the edge as melds his mouth to yours. One hand twists in your hair, the other cupping your breasts one at a time, squeezing softly. 

“Tou-hah, Touya,” you whine, lifting your hips to his, encouraging. “Harder- please.”

He groans, daring to thrust just a little bit harder. “My girl, my baby,” he pants. “Never losing you again. Never, baby. ‘M so sorry. ‘M so sorry.” 

You want to tell him to stop apologizing, stop feeling sorry but you can’t- can’t do anything but sigh as he fucks you steadily, clinging to his shoulders as he wraps his arms around you, gasping into your neck, whispering apologies and sweet words of praise. “My good girl, you feel so good baby, never losing you again….” 

It’s too much. Your walls are beginning to tighten, and he almost loses himself then and there, pausing to whine against your collarbone, hot breath fanning over your neck as he pants desperately. 

“Please, please, Touya- I’m s-I’m so close.” You’re crying, overwhelmed by the gentleness he is giving you, your need to cum overshadowing any worries you might have for your healing body. “‘M so close, please I-”

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he gasps, long fingers grasping your hips as he moves hesitantly. 

“I’m not gonna break,” you promise against his lips, and when his mouth opens against yours, gently biting down. “Need you, please-”

A deep, guttural groan tears itself from Touya’s chest; One hand wraps gently around the back of your head, holding you against his shoulder, the other grasping your hip to keep you still, concerns for your injuries still in the back of his lust-fogged mind. He begins to fuck you in earnest, thrusting harder, deeper, listening as your muffled cries reach fever pitch before reaching down to rub your clit with his thumb. 

 “Come on, baby. Need you to cum for me, need you to cum on me,” he begs, watching as your eyes roll back in your skull. “Wanna feel you. I need it…. Please,” he begs, his breath rapid and ragged as he falls apart against you. “Let go for me, baby.”

You shatter around him, keening, your back arching so that you are flush against him, and you sound so pretty and look so heartbreakingly beautiful that he can’t help but follow you quickly, gushing inside your fluttering walls, painting them with cum as his whimpers reverberate against your collarbone. 

“Never losing your again,” he gasps, letting his hips buck into you, fucking you full. “Never.”

“I’m not going anywhere. Not without you,”  you pant, carding your fingers through his hair as he nestles his face into your neck, still shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm. “I’m not leaving, Touya. I’m here.”

You stay there for a long time; Touya collapsed on top of you, arms wrapped around each other, even as he softens inside you. 

 He mutters something, so quietly you can’t catch it. “What, baby?”

He turns his head so that he can talk low, directly in your ear, close enough to hear the exact moment his voice breaks. 

“Love you,” he mutters. “I love you so fucking much.”

Tears leak from your eyes at this admission, blurring everything; the room, him, your fears. “I love you, Touya.” 

“Say it again,” he begs, and you feel his cock twitch inside you, coming back to life. You whine at the feeling; your cunt is sore, your body is tired, but you want him so badly in this moment of raw confession that you don’t care. “I love you,” you coo, letting your hips buck against his, pleading, encouraging him. “Love you so much, baby. Need you.” 

“Fuck,” he breathes, and begins to move again. 

Epilogue 

You decide to attend Inferno’s funeral. 

Not right up front, of course- it would be far too easy to be recognized. You don’t even get close to the main crowd- despite knowing the real Inferno, he had a lot of people fooled. The main crowd attending the funeral, the ones who are close enough to surround the gravestone with armfuls of flowers are all upper level Pro Heroes. You linger, in a black mask and sunglasses, towards the gate of the cemetery, nearly trailing out to the road, with hundreds of civilian fans. 

Touya is not with you. In the event that someone does recognize you, despite all your precautions, Touya waits across the street in an inconspicuous getaway car. You glance over your shoulder several times to make sure he’s still there. Every time, he meets your eyes calmly, reassuringly.

He’d told you to take your time. 

Make no mistake; this is not an act of love, grief, or regret. The way you’d explained it to Touya was the best way you could sum it up; you have to do this, to be here, to be sure he’s really dead. Otherwise, you’re sincerely worried that you will be looking over your shoulder the rest of your life. 

I need that part of me to die today, too, you’d told him. This fear, this trauma, must be buried with him today, never to haunt you again. 

Despite Touya telling you to take your time, you don’t stay for long. You listen to the priest begin his speech, reading from a book you’ve never believed in, and then turn, wending through the crowd, and make your way across the street. 

Touya has left the car running; he flips the locks and watches you climb in, smoothing your black dress over your thighs as you settle against the leather seat. 

“Good?” His voice is soft, gentle.

“Good.”

He nods, pulling the car into the road, and squeals the tires as loudly as he can as the car accelerates. You smirk at him as heads whip around to stare.

“Always have to have the last word, right?”

He shrugs, smirks back. “ ‘Course.”

Reaching over, he threads his fingers through yours, rests your intertwined hands on your knee. You sit in companionable silence for a while as the roads flash by. 

“So.” You squeeze his hand. 

“So?” He prompts.

You turn to him, smile. “What’s next?” 

"Fuck, Touya...holy shit~" Your moans are loud from how good he's hitting inside of you, the music coming from the stereo of the car isn't enough to muffle your pretty sounds.

"My good girl, I'm so fucking proud of you, ya know?" He moves a hand to cup your cheek as he interlaces his lips with yours to savour you in the best way he can.

"Feel good, love?" His raspy voice vibrates inside your mouth, your cheeks tingle from the amount of heat your body his feeling thanks to his.

All you can do is keep moving your hips and moan over his lips, no words other than cussing under your breath and saying his name over and over again come out.

"Look at you...fucking yourself on my cock so good. So. Fucking. Good. You're so perfect."

"Let me make you feel how fucking proud I am, how fucking beautiful you are. Lemme cum inside this pretty pussy, hmm?" He cups both of your cheeks with his hands, your eyes sparkle under the moonlight, his eyes turning into a vivid shade of light blue, his pupils dilatating at the sight of you.

He loves you.

"Please do...'wanna feel how much you love me." You manage to speak even if your mind is completely blank from being completely drugged by him and drunk of his dick.

"Wrap your arms around my neck. I want to feel your body completely on me, no space between us." He whispers on your lips, brushing his nose against yours. You nod and do exactly what he asked.

He holds you steadily down by the hips while he keeps ravaging his pierced cock in your dripping wet pussy, your juices flowing down the base of his cock to his balls which he can't wait to empty inside of you, making you scream his name out of pleasure is Dabi's favourite thing.

"Dabi...hmm-" You call him out as the wet skin slapping fills the whole car ambience, it feels louder than the music but along with the song in the background the both of you eventually reached orgasm together.

"Ah, fuck- I'm cumming. Take it all, it's all for you." His grip on your hips tightens as he fills you up to the brim with hot, sticky cum.

"Oh fuck, Touya!!" You cry out in pleasure, warm tears streaming down your cheeks as the feeling of being so full of him takes over your mind.

You place your head on his chest, where his heart his...feeling it beating so loud. But that's how Dabi's love was for you always and anyways. He brings a hand to caress you through your hair while placing a sweet and loving kiss on top of your head.

"Congrats, lil' rose. I love you." He confesses as if it was the first time as you capture his lips in a kiss that said "I love you" back.

But it always feels like a first time with Touya, because everytime feels special. You just can't help but keep falling in love with each other.

Wondering if I'm the only one who like the affectionate name "lil' rose" coming from Dabi. :)

"You have no idea how much I have missed you, Dabi...I literally lacked oxygen just thinking about you not being by my side." You muttered.

And that was because you had been sent on a mission without him. You were also in a place you hated and didn't feel comfortable in...everything would have been so much better with Dabi by your side, you would have felt so much safer.

“It’s a beautiful feeling to have you back in my arms. You’re not going on another mission out of my sight…it won’t happen. I need to be there if something happens because I have to protect you and keep you safe.”

“I will never forgive myself if something happened to you because of me, Dabi. I just can’t-“

“Oh, shut it. Everything is gonna be fine. But now…” He whispered in a low tone while towering over you and trapping you in his arms.

You giggled under him, placing a free hand behind his shoulder and the other one tugging his hair. His wet short little kisses on your collarbone were tickling you, making you smile and curl your toes.

Your amused expression soon turned into a surprised one as soon as you felt Dabi’s hand making its way under your t-shirt. His kisses slowed down and became more intense, you could feel his needy and desirous aura on your body. His warm veiny hand moved to caress the skin of your bare breasts, you jolted at the action.

You didn’t think about it twice that you threw your hands over your head, making it easier for him to remove the piece of clothing. Your nipples got hard and your tits got hit by a shivering feeling of the cold air brushing against them.

Dabi grabbed both of your breasts, squeezing them tightly as his teeth went for your neck.

“Dabi~” You moaned under his touch.

His mouth went all the way down to suck on your nipple, a hand folding the other breast. He sucked eagerly, flicking his tongue on your nipple and rolling his thumb on your other one. You rubbed your thighs together, feeling your core getting wet because of him.

He detached his mouth from your nipples once the both of you were satisfied leaving them glossy then went to kiss your mouth passionately, interlacing his tongue with yours.

You placed a hand on his cheek, melting completely into the needy kiss. A string of saliva connected your mouths as you unlaced from one another.

“You know…I missed you so much that I gotta confess-“

“I did jerk off at the thought of you while you were away from me.” He admitted while looking deeply into your eyes. His turquoise orbs shone in the dark room, there was such a desire for you behind them. It was so transparent. Dabi’s eyes never lied.

Your eyes shifted side to side from his confession. Dabi missed you that much that he touched himself at the thought of you. Thoughts and sinful images of him jerking off in his room while moaning your name filled your mind. Your name always sounded so beautiful on his lips, it always made you melt by hearing him pronouncing your name in a such needy and longing manner.

“You- you did?” You whispered on his lips.

“I did, my love…though my hand doesn’t feel like yours or that pretty mouth you’ve got.” He tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Dabi…I would have touched myself too to the thought of you if I wasn’t in such situation.”

“But I indeed imagined you touching me, your hands all over my body, your presence, your voice. Everything about you,”

“Oh fuck, baby.” He exhaled, his dick was getting hard through his boxers.

“Show me how you touched yourself to the thought of me.” You demanded. His eyes opened wide at your request, his breath was taken away.

“Please, Dabi…”

He couldn’t say no to you. It’s not like he wanted to say no, anyways.

“You want me to show you how much I missed ya? Want me to jerk off while you watch?”

“Holy shit, doll…didn’t think you could be such a pervert.” He chuckled darkly while shifting on his back, you could see the visible boner formed right through his boxers.

You moved right in front of him with your legs opened wide, you removed your PJ shorts just to remain with your purple panties on. He bit his lower lip at the sight of the small wet stain on your panties.

“I’m not a pervert. I’m just needy and looks like you are too just by looking at both your dick and expression, huh?” You stated a rhetorical question.

“I’ll give ya a show since you begged me some moments before.” He smirked while he carefully removed his boxers as his cock sprang free, the tip was already leaking with precum. You exhaled deeply at the sight of his veiny pierced cock in front of you.

“Please…show me everything that you did while thinking of me.” You plead once again.

Dabi grabbed his phone first and played in the background “Contemptress” by Motionless in White from his personal playlist then placed the phone back onto the nightstand. He placed his hand on his veiny and thick cock as he started to jerk himself off. You watched as he moved his hand from the bottom to the top of his dick, as your name rolled on his tongue and left his lips.

“Fuck, Y/N…” He panted as he jerked his hand a bit faster.

“Are you enjoying yourself over there - hmm? Watching me break because of you.”

Dabi felt his body getting hotter as he looked at the longing expression plastered on your face, the wet stain on your panties grew wider as you got excited at the sight of him touching himself for you and because of you. His moans got louder as you delicately run a hand over his thigh, his dick twitched in his hand as he felt himself getting close to his orgasm.

“Are you gonna cum soon, Touya?” You whispered while shifting close to his ear.

“Oh fuck. I’m gonna fucking cum for ya~” You saying his name in such a sweet and sensual tone sent him all over the edge as he came all over his hand. Some of his cum sprayed over your tummy and tits.

“Is this how I make you feel?” You asked while sitting back in front of him.

“I hang on your lips. Is that what you want to hear?”

“But I think that you do hang from my own lips too, just look at this shit.” He smirked while he pressed his thumb on the wet stain of your purple panties, feeling how soaked you were for him.

“You already know I do. I’m weak for you and I’m definitely not ashamed.”

“Hearing you moaning my name while you touched yourself was enough to make me cum…” Your eyes shifted to his thumb pressed on your core.

“Look at me. I’m gonna have a taste of you now if you don’t mind. I crave your taste on my tongue.” He lifted your chin up with two fingers to make you look into his turquoise eyes.

“You’re really asking me if I do mind?? Dabi…I’m dying at the need of you tasting me. So please do.”

“Eyes on me then, little one.” He breathed on your lips and gave you a soft kiss before moving his head lower to face your clothed cunt. He placed your legs over his shoulders as he started giving small licks through your panties, his tongue touching and tasting the wet texture of the piece of clothing.

You felt your cheeks burn at his action, you felt his warm stitched-up tongue on your pussy but it wasn’t touching your skin directly.

“Dabi, please…don’t tease like that.” You whined, running your fingers through his raven hair.

“Just a little bit more, sweetheart. I’m gonna tongue fuck you in no time.” His voice was muffled as he started to make out with your pussy through the fabric.

He could feel your needy core getting wetter and wetter, he knew that you were feeling good from the way you were now gripping his hair.

“Dabi - Ohh - it really feels good~” You moaned as you pushed his face more deeply into your pussy, his amused chuckle sending vibrations to your body.

Once he felt satisfied with how wet you’ve got, he pulled down your panties and threw them somewhere in the room. He pushed a finger inside your leaking hole, his finger got completely soaked as he pushed it all the way inside your pussy. He gave it a few pumps and curls just to remove it and lick away his cum-soaked fingers.

“You taste way too fucking good, holy shit.” He grunted as he gave you a kiss, making you taste yourself on his tongue and lips. 

“I need to eat you out and make you taste yourself some more, this way you’ll get why I’m so madly in love with ya~” He licked your lower lip as he spoke in a low and sensual tone, you could read in his eyes that shone so bright how much he needed to taste you and his shaky breath…so weak for you.

“Please Dabi, I need to feel your tongue and mouth all over me.”

“Make me break under you.” You let out while brushing your hand through his hair.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You asked for it.” He didn’t wait too long. He instantly threw your legs over his shoulders and he started giving you small kitten licks as he teased your clit with his thumb, rubbing circles on it. With his other hand, he squeezed your tit as if it was some kind of stress ball. 

Soon his mouth started making out with your pussy as if he was making out with your lips and as soon as he added his tongue, it got more steamy, his kisses became more eager and eager as time went by. Your legs started spasming as he was driving you off the edge and that’s when he placed both of his veiny hands on each side of your thighs, keeping you in place so that he could have better access to driving you insane.

“Dabiiiiii, oh shit~” You half-screamed his name as you felt that known sensation forming in your tummy, you felt yourself getting close to your orgasm.

“Give it to -hmmph - give it to me, sweetheart.” He ordered as he buried his face deeper into your wet cunt, he opened your entrance with two fingers and he inserted his tongue to fuck you with it. He felt your tight hole clenching even more because of him.

“I’m cumming…holy shit. Fuck…ahh~” You whimpered, tears forming in your eyes and rolling down your burning hot cheeks as you finally reached your high and came undone all over his tongue and mouth.

“Good. Fucking. Girl.” Dabi slurred through words, his mouth completely dripping with your juices as he went in to give you a proper but messy kiss on the lips, making you taste yourself once again on his lips. Because your name was written all over him. But he craved more of it, more of you. 

The chaotic kiss and eager lips smacking got louder as you felt yourself melting into one another. You kept letting out needy and vibrated “Please…” every 5 seconds as he moaned on your lips. He bit your lower lip and licked it a moment after. He grabbed you by the jaw and squished your cheeks firmly but not enough to hurt, dipping his fingers into your soft skin.

“Please what? How many times do I have to tell you that I need fucking words?” 

“I think you know what I want…” You lightly sucked on his thumb earning a guttural growl coming from his throat.

“I do know. But I need to hear it. I want to know what you want me to do.” He said as he pushed his thumb out of your mouth, replacing it with his index and middle finger as he pumped them in and out of your mouth. 

You took his hand and finger-fucked your mouth as if it was his dick. You swirled your tongue around his fingers, wetting them completely with saliva. His cheeks heated up at the sinful image he had in front of him: his pretty girl fucking her throat with his fingers. 

“Jeez, babe…look at you, so lost into sucking your man’s fingers - hmm?” He chuckled, wiping away the saliva that was dripping down your chin with his thumb.

You felt your core getting wet once again just by having Dabi’s fingers down your throat, you soon choked on them as you felt your mind going blank…completely sent into another dimension because of him. It was always because of him that you felt like you were touching insanity. And that’s what you get from the Dabi effect.

You felt your pussy clenching on thin air as you orgasmed, moaning on his fingers. You took them out of your mouth and you caught your breath while placing your head on his strong shoulder.

“Shit, baby…did you just get off by sucking on my fingers?” He questioned as he felt his cock getting harder.

“Hmm, hmm~” You hummed in response.

“You’re so fucking filthy. I fucking love you.” He stated as he interlaced his lips with yours once again, lifting up your chin and moving one of his hands to softly grab your breast. 

He threw you right back on the bed, laying you down completely as he got off the bed and stood right in front of you. He moved his hands to brush against the skin of your thighs and he spread them open for him. He placed your legs on either side of his waist as he took his dick in his hand and gave your clit a few delicate slaps. 

“Fuck me, Dabi. Fuck me good.” 

“See? I said it with words. Will you break me, now?” You asked while touching the tip of his cock, which was still teasing your clit, with your hand. 

“Hell yeah. I’ll fuck you and stuff you so full that you won’t be able to speak properly anymore.”

“You will just moan and scream for my name. And let everyone know Dabi’s making you feel this good, huh?” He said in a scratched tone as he positioned the tip of his leaking cock to your entrance. 

He pushed his thick and veiny cock inside your slippery pussy, your tight walls hugging him so dearly as you both moaned at the feeling of your bodies becoming one. You could feel his balls pressed against the curve of your ass as his dick was fully inserted deep inside of you, touching your womb.

He lowered himself on you to lightly suck on your nipples and then kissed along your collarbone then moved to your jaw. 

“You always feel so good, wish I could stay like this forever and have you cockwarm my dick. I could just cum to the warm feeling of your pussy, ya know?” He confessed as he brought himself to his previous position and dug his hot hands into the flesh of your thighs as he started a steady dance inside of you while slamming his cock into your wet core.

Each one of his movements was followed by your moans and screams, by his grunts and praises. He hold onto you more tightly as he picked up the speed. The wet skin slapping of your bodies filled the room as Dabi moved his hips to follow the rhythm of the music playing in the background. 

“Dabi, ahh!! It feels too good…I’m so close~” You scream-moaned as you felt your umpteenth orgasm closer and closer that night. 

“Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock? C’mon, baby.” He praised you.

“Show me how much you missed me.” He whispered while hooking on of your legs over his shoulder to reach you even deeper while he rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb to stimulate your orgasm.

He could see his cock smothered with your juices disappear into your pussy, the squelching sound made the moment even more hot and filthy. 

Dabi had an obsession with making you squirt all over him so he hooked your other leg on his shoulder and pressed his right hand on your tummy. The action made you choke his cock with your dripping cunt, your eyes opened wide.

“Dabi…ohh- if you do that I’m gonna fucking-” You couldn’t complete your sentence as his movements got rougher and his thumb rubbed your clit faster. You were a babbling mess, your mind completely lost into oblivion as you threw back your head as you gushed all over him.

“That’s it, holy shit. Give me a show, baby, I know you’re not done with it.” Dabi said as he pressed once more on your tummy, his throbbing cock almost slipped out of your pussy from how wet the situation got. You kept squirting all over him as you kept whining, your eyes filled with tears that had your vision blurry. 

“Good girl, I’m gonna cum inside of you. Is that okay?” Once you hummed a weak yes and nodded at him, Dabi finally emptied his balls deep inside of you. His thick cum filled you up completely and some leaked out of you, dripping down his balls and your ass.

Once you caught your breath, Dabi got off of you and went to search for a wet towel in the bathroom. You both cleaned each other’s mess and changes the bed sheets to new ones. You got under the blankets and cuddled, both of you still overstimulated.

Your naked bodies found each other’s warmth under the blankets as you kissed slowly, savouring your taste on your lips, engraving your names in your souls once more. 

“I love you so much, Touya…so.fucking.much.” You whispered on his skin.

“I’ll love you eternally. Fuck baby, I truly missed you.” He run his fingers through your hair.

“I missed you like air but now I’m here. I’ll always be here.” 

“I’m never letting you go, nobody will ever even dare to take you away from me. I’ll always protect you and be by your side. I’ll burn the fucking world for you, in order to keep you safe.” 

You were his forever and even after forever, the flames of Dabi’s love for you were unquenchable, they would have burned eternally. Not even death would have had power over them.

But when he heard you moan his name in your sleep, his eyes opened wide. He was shocked at first but then decided to shake you a little and wake you up.

"Open your eyes, sweetheart." He whispered in your ear.

At his touch and his words, you opened your eyes carefully. You saw Dabi watching you with a mischievous smile on his face and at first you were confused.

"Dabi... why are you looking at me like that? Did you wake me up because you want to fuck?" You asked him, having completely forgotten the dream from which he himself had woken you up.

"Me? Look I woke you up because you were moaning my name in your dreams."

"What?! But I-" Before you could finish the sentence, you actually noticed a wet feeling in your panties. This time it was your eyes that opened wide. You put your hands over your mouth in complete embarrassment, gasping intensely, but your hands muffled the sound.

Dabi removed your hands from your mouth in amusement, the smile on his face never fading.

"Shit...how embarrassing. I'm all wet now." You said shifting your gaze away from his.

But your 'hiding' didn't last long as he placed a hand on your jaw and shifted your gaze back to his. His turquoise eyes blazed with passion in the night.

"Love, I cannot hide from you that it fills me with joy and pleasure to know that I appear in your dreams. And if I make you moan there too, well...then I am indeed a good boyfriend." His gaze became softer but still remained passionate.

"Dabi, you are the best person I can have by my side. You are more than good, you are always so caring and attentive towards me. You don't let me lack anything at all. I love you so much."

"I love you more. Then let me touch you...let me feel what I caused you, hmm?" He brought his lips close to yours, sighing warmly on them. You immediately felt your body heat up from his words and actions.

"Shall we put into practice what you dreamed about?"

Your eyes sparkled at his invitation and you nodded softly, your eyelids drooping slightly because your body was already beginning to melt under his.

"Yes, please..." You whispered with little breath.

"Please what?" His hand squeezed your jaw a little.

"Touch me Dabi." At your consent, Dabi now had full access to your aroused body.

His mouth immediately attacked your neck, leaving open, wet kisses. His veiny hand slid inside your thighs, making you gasp.

"Spread your legs for me, baby. Let me feel how wet you are." At his request you didn't think twice and spread your legs, allowing him more access.

He took off your pyjama shorts throwing them on the floor somewhere in the room and touched his finger to your wet pussy through your panties. You were soaking wet.

"Fuck. You got really wet, huh?" He said excitedly as he moved the fabric of your panties to the side. He noticed your juices leaking out and inserted a finger to push them in, making you moan.

"Dabi...holy shit~"

He kept pumping his finger and curving it into your sweet spot until he added another one since you were dripping wet. The muffled sounds that your pussy full of his fingers made were music to his ears.

The moment he managed to make you come and cream all around his fingers, his cock hardened through his boxers. You immediately noticed his erection and looked him straight in the eye.

"Now that I remember...it wasn't just you touching me in the dream. I made you come too." You confessed to him.

"Are you using that as an excuse for noticing my erection and giving me a blowjob?" He said mischievously.

"And even if it was?" You moved your lips close to his ear, whispering the question.

"There would be no problem. I so need you to sit on my face though. I'm dying to devour you."

"Let me blow you while you devour me, then." 

You didn't let him say it twice and in no time, you were stripping off all the last remaining clothing. Dabi lay down on the bed, spreading his legs to give you as much access as possible and motioned for you to sit on his face.

You placed your legs on either side of his body as you moved backwards so that he could have access to your pussy while you had access to his erect dick. 

You soon noticed it was leaking with pre-cum and you licked your lips at the sight. Dabi grabbed your hips and made you sit completely on his face. He first started with slow licks all over your labia but then got more eager with it and he soon started devouring you messily. His vibrated moans sent your mind straight into oblivion, you lowered your head and placed one hand on his thigh whereas the other pumped his dick. Your tongue swirled around his tip carefully, savouring every little drop of cum.

“Take it down your throat, pretty girl.” Dabi’s voice was muffled as he kept making out with your needy pussy, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass and hips.

You stopped teasing his tip and took him fully deep inside your mouth, starting to bob your head and gag on it. You could feel his cold piercings on your lips and the insides of your mouth. Your movements caused him to grunt and twitch around your lips. You squeezed his balls softly and removed his dick from your mouth, pumping it with your manicured hand as you started bringing attention to his balls, licking and sucking on them. 

Your pussy clenched on his stitched tongue as you felt him slurping your juices once you came, some dripped down his chin. Dabi loved eating you out messily, he had to feel you melting entirely because of his tongue and touches. His dick twitched in your hand and spilled thick ropes of cum all over it. 

You both seemed to not have enough that you both got close to each other’s tight holes and started rimming one another. Dabi bent his knees to give you better access and he spread your ass cheeks for the same reason. It was such a new but pleasing feeling, it felt so good that it gave you both butterflies. 

After you were satisfied but still ravenous for each other, you quickly exchanged positions. Dabi kissed you eagerly as he made you lay gently on your back, he got between your legs and started rubbing his pierced cock on your pussy lips, causing you to moan into the kiss. Saliva dripped down your chins as you kept making out.

“Put it in, please…” Your voice needy and suffocated.

He teased your clit with the tip of his dick a bit more as he detached his lips from yours, he started panting because of how hot you looked. Eventually, he pushed his dick into your wet core, it slid in so beautifully and smoothly that it reached you in the deepest parts and touched your womb. 

Dabi always has been lovesick for you, you soul connection was something unexplainable. He placed his forehead on your chest, feeling the softness of your breasts as he rutted his hips inside of you. You grabbed onto his hair, holding him tightly as you wrapped your legs around his waist to feel him impossibly deeper.

“Dabi, fuck. Please, please, please…oh fuck-” You whined as you panted, wet skin slapping filled the whole room as the smell of sex spread into the air.

“Tell me what you want, I’ll give it to you. Holy shit- you feel too damn good.” He bit your shoulder as you hissed from the pleasure.

“I need your cum, please fill me up~” You begged in an almost broken voice.

“Want me to fill you up? Want me to cum so deep and so much inside of you that you’re gonna end up pregnant?”

“Is that what you want?” He raised his head and grabbed again your jaw firmly. He could perfectly read into your eyes that you truly wanted it. But reading and knowing it wasn’t enough, he needed to hear it coming from your pretty lips.

“Yes, breed me, please. That’s all I want. Fill me up to the brim so I can carry your kid, Touya.” 

At the sound of his name, his dick twitched again and he kept slamming his hips inside your pussy, holding your waist tightly as you gripped onto the bed sheets.

After some more careful movements and the feeling of your cunt creaming once again all over his cock, he came so much inside of you. Filling you up completely. Hot cum leaked down your ass onto the mattress and along his balls that just emptied in you.

“Holy shit.” He cursed under his breath as you were shivering in his arms from the overstimulation. 

You both caught your breath and he removed himself from deep inside of you, making all the mess visible to the eye.

“Well, sweetheart. I think I just made your dream come true, didn’t I?” 

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