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Everyone has that one bad habit. The toxic boomerang that always comes back, and yet outstretched hands are always there to catch it. Sometimes a person craves to have the familiar item back in their hand…the thrill of catching it successfully, creating an addictive little rush. And even if they manage to somehow leave it behind, they continue to think about it for long after the thrill is gone.
Katsuki stares at the little green ‘call’ icon on his too bright phone screen, vision wobbly and inhibitions scattered to the winds. He knows he shouldn’t…but his finger hovers over that little button. He sways a little bit on his feet and grabs the edge of the sink in the dingy bar bathroom to catch his balance and giggles at the floaty sensation that swoops in his stomach. His head is pleasantly buzzing, but indecision is pushing at him, tugging him in two different directions. Tequila has always been bad for his legs…making him want to spread ‘em. God, he came here hoping to get laid, wanting to forget his bad habit. He should’ve known better. He should move on. He should do a lot of things, but Katsuki is like a raging bull for red flags apparently. He just can’t quit his addiction and no one here can give him the rush that he craves.
It’s been months since he walked out of that apartment, vowing to never look back. Yet, images and memories crowd his mind, all pushing for his undivided attention. His friends are waiting for him and he’s supposed to be having fun and making all new bad decisions, but all he can think about is making the ones that he knows will haunt him come morning. He’s a Pro-Hero, constantly praised for quick thinking and sound judgment, for being a leader by example, but sometimes Katsuki wants to be something else and only one person has ever given him his darkest desires on a silver platter. He should still be furious. He should call and tell the man off…remind him what he stupidly lost. Yeah, that’s why he should call him.
He shouldn’t…but that little green icon calls to him, begging him to just press his finger down. He can resist, but he doesn’t want to. Maybe, if he just hears his voice, it’ll be enough to satisfy his craving. His thumb hovers over it, and as his vision blurs, it lightly taps the screen.
Katsuki giggles again and brings the phone to his ear. It feels like the ringing goes on forever. Maybe he won’t answer…Maybe Katsuki will be spared from his later humiliation. There’s a click over the line.
“Firecracker…” A familiar gravely voice purrs, and just like always, it sinks into Katsuki’s brain and serotonin fires like a shot through his system.
“Patchwork,” Katsuki greets, the nickname rolling off of his tongue like it has a million times before.
“To what do I owe this pleasure, baby?” Katsuki rolls his eyes and giggles at the formal tone, but then he remembers that he’s supposed to be mad.
“Not your baby anymore,” he tries to growl, but it comes out more hurt. Saying the words still stings.
“When are you going to forgive me, firecracker? I said I was sorry,” the voice says in a sweet tone that Katsuki should recognize and flee from, but the alcohol quickly stifles the instinct.
“You lied to me,” Katsuki slurs. “You said…” Katsuki tries, but his words come out slurred and he forgets what point he was trying to make halfway through. He sways again and grips the sink harder. Right, he’s supposed to be telling him off. “You’re such an asshole,” he mutters and looks in the hazy mirror. He’s hot right? He’s successful…he’s a fuckin’ catch. He’s leagues above this villian…He giggles again at the ‘league’ pun. Patchwork was supposed to leave those losers, give it up for Katsuki, but that didn’t happen. Was he not enough?
“I know, firecracker. But I promise, I’ve changed. I gave it up, baby. You can come home now…” The lie is apparent, but Katsuki wants to believe it anyway. “Where are you?”
The question catches Katsuki off guard. Where is he? ...Oh, right. “Bathroom,” he explains, the word coming out garbled.
There’s a warm chuckle on the other end of the line. “Are you drunk, baby?”
“No,” Katsuki retorts petulantly. “Yes,” he then corrects himself. “Fuck!” He shouts, voice echoing off the tile walls.
“Awww, you never could lie when you’ve been drinking. Where are you?” He asks again.
Katsuki knows he shouldn’t tell him. “Not telling,” he grumbles.
“Katsuki.” His name in that warning tone sizzles over his skin. “Tell me where you are.” The command sinks into his bones.
“I told you. Bathroom,” Katsuki repeats as his reflection swims in the mirror.
“Bathroom, where?”
“Why’d ya wanna know?”
“Tell me now, firecracker.”
Katsuki giggles again at being the best at being petty. He’ll show him…he’s not Dabi’s ‘good boy’ anymore. “At a bar,” he slurs vaguely, imagining Dabi’s scowl.
“I’m warning you, baby. You know what being a brat gets you…” Dabi growls. “Now, tell me where you are.”
“Midnight’s.” The answer just falls out of Katsuki’s mouth and he winces. He wasn’t supposed to tell him. Damn it…
“Good boy,” Dabi coos, and Katsuki glows at the praise, despite warning bells going off in his head. He presses the ‘snooze’ button subconsciously, silencing them. “Stay right where you are, I’m coming to get you.”
“Fuck you, Patchwork,” Katsuki responds, but the line goes dead. He pulls his phone down and stares at the screen, vision creating two of the device.
A pounding on the door is all the warning he gets, before his best friend bursts through the door. “Katsuki Bakugou, it does not take this long to piss!”
Ochako’s cheeks and the tip of her nose are rosy as she stumbles in the doorway of the men’s room and Katsuki stares at her wide-eyed. Busted.
Ochako’s chocolate brown eyes instantly narrow on the phone in Katsuki’s hand. “You better not have done what I think you did,” she slurs, eyebrow raised and a comically exaggerated scowl on her face. Katsuki blinks at her and his face heats. “Tsuuuuuuuki!” She whines. “You did not drunk call your ex boyfriend! We’re supposed to be finding you someone that isn’t a villain!”
“Ummm…” he says intelligently as she stomps towards him.
“Please tell me you didn’t…” she pleads.
Katsuki releases his hold on the sink and scrubs a hand over his tingling face. “Called to tell the bastard off,” he grumbles.
“You know the rules…we NEVER call or text exes while sloshed!” She yells and grabs his arm to steady herself as she trips over air.
“Chako, nobody here knows me like he does…” Katsuki tries to explain sullenly, but then she smacks his arm, interrupting his thought.
“Katsuki! He’s fuckin’ toxic,” she hiccups. “We can find you someone better. You just gotta get back out there, babes! You’re hot and have that whole ‘bratty bad boy’ thing going for you. There’s so many sea in the fish,” she hangs off of his arm, tone encouraging. “C’mon…I wrangled us a couple of hotties. One of them is just your type!” She shouts and starts dragging him to the door and he forgets all about his phone conversation.
***
Katsuki will admit the guy is hot. The leather jacket lures Katsuki like a shiny object. His name is Brad…or is it Blake. Anyway, he’s hot and American, and he holds Katsuki’s hips as they grind together under flashing lights. Sweat drips down Katsuki’s temple as he lays his head back against the guy’s shoulder and his ass presses up against the sizable erection the guy is sporting beneath tight jeans. His head spins after another shot of tequila and everything feels good. The American’s hand travels from Katsuki’s hip and down the front of his jeans. Katsuki arches to get closer to the touch.
“That’s it, baby…” the guy groans against Katsuki’s ear and kisses his neck. Something about the endearment sticks in Katsuki’s ears and tugs at his brain, trying to remind him of something, but the thought is fleeting when hot fingers slide through wet folds. “You gonna let me show you a good time?” The guy sucks on the lobe of Katsuki’s ear and Katsuki’s pussy throbs.
“No, he’s not,” the growled words wash over Katsuki like a bucket of ice water. “He’s fuckin’ spoken for.” Katsuki is roughly torn from the American’s arms and pulled into Dabi’s side, a tense hand gripping his hip hard enough to bruise.
“Hey, man, fuck off!” The American scowls and takes a menacing step toward them. Katsuki’s eyes dart between the two of them nervously.
A blue flame appears in Dabi’s other hand. “He’s fuckin’ mine, cowboy. So back up,” Dabi’s tone is deadly. The American stops in his tracks and eyes them both.
“Fuck this, ain’t no hole worth the drama,” the American snipes, before turning on his heel and marching away.
Katsuki smacks Dabi’s chest and his palms crackle. “What the fuck are you doing here, Patchwork!” He yells angrily. “I’m not fuckin’ yours anymore!”
Dabi just grabs his arm in a harsh grip and pulls him through the crowd, Katsuki stumbling to keep up. He doesn’t stop until they’re through the front doors and the fresh cool air of autumn smacks Katsuki in the face. He barely sucks in a deep breath when his back slams against brick, knocking the wind from his lungs with an ‘oomph.’
Heated lips crash against his, and his head swims as the familiar smell of smoke and char fills his nose. His eyes close and he sinks. Dabi bites down harshly against his bottom lip, opening it up and the taste of iron trickles onto Katsuki’s tongue making him jolt and gasp. Dabi takes the opportunity and his hot wet tongue strokes against Katsuki’s, dominating it into submission. Katsuki misses this.
A harsh grip in his hair forcibly tilts Katsuki’s head back, and those lips leave his, only for sharp teeth to bite into his neck, the pain sharp and bright. A ragged moan tears from Katsuki’s lips. “Please…” Katsuki whispers breathlessly.
“You let him touch what’s mine, firecracker,” Dabi snarls against his neck, making Katsuki’s cunt ache and liquid drip into his boxers. “Were you so desperate to be touched, baby? You know that no one can make you scream the way I can.”
Katsuki feels like he’s drowning in heat, body vibrating at high frequency just from their proximity. “I know!” Katsuki cries out as rage and arousal battle for supremacy, hating that the words are true.
Dabi gives him another harsh bite at the apex of his shoulder and neck, sucking the skin harshly, pulling blood to the surface for a mark that Katsuki knows he’ll foolishly admire later. “Oh, firecracker…you left me, remember?” Dabi chastises and Katsuki is enthralled by heated turquoise eyes. “You want to hate me so badly, but your body knows who it belongs to, doesn’t it? You fuckin’ need me, don’t you, baby?”
The words summon familiar hurt and anger. “Go to hell,” he retorts. “Fuck you for making me miss you!” That…was not what he meant to say. Katsuki grimaces and tries to hide from that knowing gaze.
“I miss you too, firecracker. I should punish you for leaving me. Think about you all the time, baby,” Dabi coos and runs his nose up Katsuki’s neck, inhaling deeply and sending little electrical zips straight to his clit. Dabi has always known just how to play his body, make it sing. Katsuki’s ire fizzles out, replaced once again by desire making his vision soft at the edges and blinding him with rose colored glasses.
“Let me make you feel good,” Dabi murmurs softly. “Let me convince you.” He sucks at the sensitive spot right behind Katsuki’s ear and he thrusts his thigh between Katsuki’s legs. “Let me in, baby.” His hands grip Katsuki’s hips and force him down harder against that firm thigh, the friction against his clit scattering Katsuki’s attempt to collect his thoughts. “C’mon firecracker, be a good boy for me.” He grinds Katsuki back and forth over his thigh, suffocating Katsuki in desperation.
Katsuki is soaking through his boxers and knows that his wetness is no doubt creating a wet patch in his jeans. He wants the barrier gone, but can’t seem to get his tongue to voice his need. But, Dabi always just knows…knows what he needs. The thigh pulls from between his legs and Katsuki whimpers at the loss. “Come with me, baby. Time to get you home,” Dabi whispers against his neck and pulls him away from the wall. He grabs Katsuki’s hand, heated calloused fingers entangling themselves with his, pulling him along.
Dabi leads him to an unfamiliar car in the parking lot and opens the passenger door before shoving Katsuki inside and leaning over him to buckle the seatbelt. He pulls on the strap making it tighten over Katsuki’s navel and chest. “Hmmm, right where I want you,” Dabi mutters almost to himself. Katsuki groans at words and Dabi’s expression turns mischievous as he closes the door. He jogs around the front of the car and slides into the driver’s seat. Katsuki tilts his head to the side, admiring the villain, the leather car seat feeling cool against his flushed and overheated skin.
He expects Dabi to turn the car on, but instead his hand reaches over the console and grips Katsuki’s chin. “Unbutton your pants, firecracker.” The demand confuses Katsuki for a moment, rational thoughts hard to grasp, but then he reaches down beneath the strap across his waist and blindly does as he’s told. “Good, now the zipper…” The zipper teeth sound loud in the solitude of the car as Katsuki pulls it down, not able to look away from turquoise eyes, hypnotized. “Pull your pants down, baby, and show me that pretty cunt.” Katsuki hesitantly grips the waistband of his jeans and wiggles until the fabric is down underneath his ass. He works his boxers down with them, until both are stretched around his thighs, keeping him from spreading his legs. The leather of the seat feels deliciously cold against his asscheeks and makes goosebumps rise on his skin. Still he can’t seem to look away from Dabi’s face.
“Good boy,” Dabi praises. “Now spread yourself wide for me, baby.” Katsuki flushes hot and he forces himself away from that gaze and yanks his chin out of Dabi’s hold to glance around them. The parking lot is full and anybody could come out at any second and see him exposed through untinted windows.
“I can’t, Patchwork,” he tries to reason, even as the thought makes him drip to the seat below. Dabi strikes suddenly and grabs his pants to yank them further down Katsuki’s legs until they pool at his ankles. He then slaps the inside of Katsuki’s thigh, making him yelp in surprise and his legs spread a little automatically.
“Spread those legs, firecracker,” he growls and grips Katsuki’s thigh meanly and forces it to the side, spreading his thighs further apart and exposing his soaking folds to the cool air. “There it is, baby. Look at you…fucking dripping all over my car.” His hand dives between Katsuki’s legs and cups his pussy possessively. “This cunt is mine, firecracker, and if I want to show it off, you’re going to let me. Besides, don’t you want everyone to see what a little slut you are for me? Want that cowboy to come out and see you dripping and open, knowing that this tight little hole is worth all the fucking drama?”
Katsuki moans at the thought, heat rising to a near unbearable level. Dabi releases him, making sure to brush his fingers through Katsuki’s slick and stroke over his swollen clit. He harshly taps against the pulsing nub, making Katsuki’s thighs shake. “Yeah, you like that don’t you…like being a little whore? Wonder what people would think knowing that one of their respectable pro heroes spreads his legs in public, just begging for any thick cock to come and ruin him…should I just tie you up, baby? Put you on display and let everyone have a fucking turn to test this pussy out?” Dabi slaps a little harder against Katsuki’s pussy, the sound wet and loud over Katsuki’s panting breaths. Dizziness swamps him as all the blood rushes from his head and down to his aching pussy. He’s just an electric ball of instinctual need.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” he moans out raggedly when two fingers suddenly shove inside him.
“Just a little wet fuckhole, aren’t you?” Dabi teases as he thrusts his fingers in further and curls them, palm settling heavily over Katsuki’s clit and grinding over it. Katsuki’s hips go to thrust upward, craving more friction, but the seatbelt holds him down. “No, baby…I don’t think I’ll do that. This little hole is mine, isn’t it? You’re my little cumslut, aren’t you? Say it, Katsuki!”
“Yours!” Katsuki shouts when those fingers begin to move. He’s already close, feels the tingling in his gut. Dabi’s filthy mouth always manages to set Katsuki’s body on fire, giving him an insatiable need for more.
Katsuki’s eyes close and his head tips back against the headrest, trembling as tension in his body builds. Those delicious fingers pull away and Katsuki’s eyes shoot open. The lights in the car behind them suddenly flood the car interior in light. And Katsuki bends to frantically pull his pants up, but a hand bands across his chest. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare, firecracker.”
Katsuki watches as a pair of silhouettes make their way across the parking lot, heading to the unlocked car behind them. Awareness prickles over his skin. Fuck can they see him?! He tries to scrunch down in his seat, knowing that it mostly hides him from view.
Dabi’s hand creeps back down between his legs and begins circling his clit. Katsuki fearfully reaches down to still the hand working him, at least until the danger of discovery has passed. “Hands off, firecracker, or I’ll pull you from this car and fuck you over the hood where everyone can see and hear you scream my name,” Dabi warns in a dangerous tone that makes Katsuki’s hair stand on end. He hesitantly releases his hold on Dabi’s hand and those fingers go back to circling his clit in lazy circles. “Maybe I should do that anyway…punish you for leaving and depriving me of this. Maybe, I’ll video you getting your holes railed by a villain and send it to the heroes. Then, you’d be forced to come back home where you belong,” Dabi threatens. It should scare Katsuki, but his body betrays his thoughts as more wetness seeps from his opening.
The couple outside get closer…Close enough, that if they wander off their direct path by even a little, they’ll see Katsuki. He watches them like a hawk, vision still wavering and creating doubles. He really shouldn’t have had that last shot of tequila. A wet slap against his pussy makes him jerk and his eyes shoot back to Dabi’s, pleading with him not to expose them.
“Eyes on me, firecracker,” he orders softly. “I’m the only one that matters right now.”
Katsuki momentarily forgets the couple outside as questing fingers dart back inside him with a slick sound.
“So fuckin’ wet, baby. You look so hot like this…spread out and waiting for me. Can’t wait to fill you up when we get home,” Dabi thrusts his fingers a little harder, curling into his g-spot. “They’re looking right at you, hero. Show them how well you come on my fingers.” Katsuki goes to look out the window again, but Dabi grabs his face harshly and holds him in place, staring straight ahead into wicked eyes that Katsuki knows belong to the devil. “Come for me, pretty little whore.” The tension in his abdomen snaps and Katsuki shudders as his orgasm rocks through him, and wetness soaks the seat below. Katsuki swears he can see his own brain when his eyes roll back in his head at the force of pleasure imploding within him.
He vaguely hears the shutting of car doors and barely notices the light in the car dim once again to reflect the darkness of the night around them.
Dabi’s fingers slowly withdraw from him and Katsuki shivers at the emptiness. “So fucking sexy, baby.” Katsuki’s head swims as the alcohol circulates in his system with the rush of blood, while the praise soaks into him.
“Did they see…?” He slurs as his head lolls to the side.
“If they did, they got quite the show,” Dabi snarks lightly and Katsuki feels the car rumble to life underneath him.
Katsuki falls into a light doze after that, forehead laying heavily against the chilly glass of the window. He doesn’t even realize that his pants are still around his ankles or feel the cold breeze nipping at his lower body as Dabi rolls down his window to smoke a cigarette.
What feels like hours later, Katsuki falls forward as his car door is opened, but strong arms catch him before unclipping his seatbelt. He sinks readily into those arms when they pick him up like he weighs nothing. He snuggles closer to the scent of smoke, staples from Dabi’s bare arms brushing lightly against his sensitive skin. It feels like home.
“We are home…” Dabi coos like he can hear Katsuki’s thoughts. Hmmm…maybe he said that out loud. He hears the shutting of a heavy door and he sighs as the familiar scent of Dabi’s apartment fills his nose. The room is spinning around him as he cracks his eyes open when Dabi sets him down on something soft.
“Fuck,” Katsuki mumbles and grips the sheets under his hand like it will stop the whirling feeling.
Katsuki’s limbs feel heavy as his tank top is pulled over his head and his pants are loosened and pulled from his legs. He doesn’t even remember pulling them back up after they left the bar. His head is lifted and suddenly the cool rim of a glass is against his lips. He tries to turn away, not wanting anymore to drink.
“Drink, firecracker.” His lips drop open at the firm command and water washes down his parched throat, making him sputter and cough until he’s able to gulp gratefully. By the time the glass pulls from his lips, the world has settled and the pleasant buzzing is back.
He’s laid back down, and a little panic fills him when touch leaves him altogether. His eyes fly open and he sits up to grab onto Dabi’s arm with a white knuckle grip. The sudden action makes the spinning start again, so he clenches his eyes shut, but maintains his death grip on Dabi’s too warm skin. “Don’t leave me,” he begs brokenly, realizing his words have more than one meaning.
“Never, firecracker.”
He’s never said the words, but he knows that Dabi holds a piece of him captive in fiery palms that have the capability to destroy Katsuki completely. He’d hoped by leaving that the piece would just wither away on its own and he wouldn’t have to feel it anymore. Drunk and vulnerable, he’s faced with the harsh reality that Dabi will always carry and nurture that piece of him. Katsuki will never be free.
Hands gently push him back to the pillows and Katsuki doesn’t fight. His knees are crooked upwards into the air and spread apart, with his feet flat against the mattress. A heated palm, strokes both of his thighs and Katsuki moans at the feeling. “So pliant, baby…” Dabi mutters. “We should get you drunk more often…remind me to thank Ochako later,” he says darkly. Fingers drift lazily through the flood between Katsuki’s legs.
“Dabi, please,” Katsuki mewls when long thick fingers press inside him. His back bows, trying to get them deeper. Every sensation is heightened, he can feel everything.
“So needy…” Dabi rumbles and obliges Katsuki by pressing in deeper before pulling out and trailing a trail of wetness down Katsuki’s taint to his other hole. They rub around the rim, wetting it and Katsuki sighs at the feeling. Fingers plunge back into his pussy, gathering more of his slick and repeats the pattern.
“Your tight little hole is twitching like it’s just as hungry as your pussy, baby,” Dabi says and presses a fingertip past clenching muscles. Katsuki groans as it twists and wiggles deeper. He hears the click of a cap and cool liquid trickles down over his heated pussy and ass, adding more slick wetness. The finger retreats and spreads the thick liquid liberally around his puckered entrance before driving back inside him, forcing a grunt from his lips. The burn feels good and grounds him.
A second finger pushes in with the first, and fire flares through him. “Shiiiiit,” he groans.
“You can take it, baby,” Dabi reassures and a heated palm rubs over his pussy, spreading the lube and Katsuki’s natural wetness, while those two fingers begin to thrust and grind against his inner walls. Katsuki’s eyes suddenly fly open when the thick head of something brushes against his pussy lips. His eyes land on Dabi… when did he get undressed? The question is quickly waylaid when Dabi grins wickedly at him before something thrusts inside him, stretching his walls wide and making him shout. “Got this just for you, firecracker. I knew you’d come crawling back when you were ready,” Dabi sneers, before there’s a twist inside him and his back arches violently as his g-spot vibrates so intensely that it almost hurts...Katsuki thrashes and writhes under the intense stimulation. Meanwhile, Dabi adds another finger to his ass, making him feel impossibly full.
The slap against his clit only intensifies the feeling. “Focus on me, Katsuki. You’re gonna feel so good, that you’ll never leave me again, baby,” Dabi promises and keeps spreading his fingers, stretching Katsuki’s rim. Katsuki hasn’t played with his ass at all since he left, and only occasionally rides his dildo until he comes and passes out, so he’s overwhelmed by the amount of sensation assaulting him. Only Dabi can give him this high…
Katsuki squirms and squeals when Dabi taps against the toy in his pussy and the vibrations increase to the point that he can feel it in his teeth. He’s going to fucking come. “Dabi, please…gonna come. Please, can I come? Please. Please. Please,” He babbles desperately. Dabi hasn’t given him permission and he knows from experience that he’ll be punished if he comes without permission.
“Hold it, little slut,” Dabi growls and withdraws his fingers. Katsuki recognizes the thick bulbous head of Dabi’s cock and can feel the coolness of the metal ring through the tip press against his rim while he shakes uncontrollably trying to hold back the orgasm rushing toward him like a tidal wave. Dabi thrusts in, impaling Katsuki and making him scream and almost come. “That’s it, firecracker. You’ll come on my cock or not at all. How many times have you come on that fake piece of plastic while you’ve been hiding, baby?”
“I-I d-don’t know!” Katsuki cries out as a tear rolls down his cheek and his legs try to close. Dabi grabs his knees and forces them to Katsuki’s chest. His cock pulls out and drives back in.
“I bet you rode that thing until you cried because it just couldn’t do what I can, is that right?!” Dabi ruthlessly begins rutting into Katsuki.
“Yes,” Katsuki grits out between clenched teeth as he desperately holds out.
“Were you going to let that cowboy fuck you?” Dabi asks viciously. All the blood drains from Katsuki’s face. This is his punishment…he realizes.
Just as he’s about to spiral over the peak without permission, Dabi reaches between them and the vibration stops, jarring Katsuki as his orgasm recedes. He groans as it finally registers that he’s stuffed full in both holes, stretched to the max.
Dabi is still, leaning over him and looking down into his eyes with an intense glare. “Open your mouth, firecracker.” Katsuki’s jaw drops and Dabi spits into his mouth. “Swallow.” He orders coldly, and Katsuki’s throat convulses as he swallows. “Now answer me, baby. Were you going to allow him to fuck my holes?”
Katsuki can feel the heat pouring off of the man leaned over him menacingly, little tendrils of smoke leaking from Dabi’s mouth and nose when he exhales. He’s not sure if it’s the alcohol or just a general lack of self-preservation preventing him from feeling fear, but he stares up into turquoise eyes, while his heart pounds in his chest. When he hesitates, Dabi reaches between them and pinches his clit between heated fingers, making Katsuki screech. “Yes, but it wouldn’t have worked!” He hisses. “You’ve tainted me and no matter what I do, I can’t stay away. I love you too much and I hate it…” The worlds slur together as he rambles them out. His clit is mercifully released at his admission. “Why am I like this? Why can’t I escape?” he whispers to himself.
Dabi starts thrusting slowly into him. Rocking his cock in and out of Katsuki’s depths. “Because you’re mine, baby,” he says so softly that Katsuki almost doesn’t hear him. Dabi presses down harder on the back of Katsuki’s thighs, hands heated and turning Katsuki’s skin pink around them. “You are mine,” he states slowly in a ragged tone. “Mine to hold, mine to fuck, and mine to love.” He punctuates each sentence with a violent thrust. Reaching between them, he presses once again against the vibrator and a low thrum buzzes against the spongy part inside Katsuki. It’s not enough to build him back up, but enough that he clenches around Dabi tighter.
“Good boy,” Dabi purrs, “Keep it tight just like that.” He doesn’t pick up speed, just steadily batters against Katsuki’s ass with wet slapping sounds.
“Tell me again,” Dabi demands suddenly, while keeping up his steady rhythm.
Katsuki blinks up at him blearily and two sets of turquoise eyes stare down at him. “Tell you what?”
“Tell me that you love me, firecracker. Promise me you won’t leave again.”
Katsuki blinks trying to clear some of the haze from his vision unsuccessfully. He wasn’t supposed to tell him. He never should have called. But, being right here, underneath Dabi…is where he’s always belonged. “I love you,” he whispers.
Dabi groans above him and drives in harder. “Tell me you’ll never leave me again,” he demands through panting breaths.
Katsuki flinches, but pulls out his best glare and summons his last shreds of resolve through the distraction of the cock filling him and alcohol making him divulge his darkest secrets. “Promise me you’ll leave the League.”
“Deal. Now promise,” he says shortly and his thrusts turn erratic. Katsuki can feel the cock twitching and swelling within him. He wants it, wants Dabi to claim him all over again, wants to be his and only his.
“I won’t leave again, Patchwork,” he says hoarsely and the tension between them snaps as Dabi drives in deep and Katsuki feels scalding warmth fill him. Katsuki wraps his arms around Dabi when he collapses on top of him, runs soothing hands over the edges of his scars and over smooth staples that stitch the skin together.
Dabi stays over the top of him, weight comforting and Katsuki feels himself drift and sway kind of like a moored boat on the ocean. The buzzing toy inside him adds to the comfort, keeping him full and sending little pulses of pleasure through him. He soaks in the feeling.
“Such a good boy for me…” Dabi murmurs and kisses lightly along Katsuki’s neck. He reaches down between them and the vibrations increase inside Katsuki. The buzz is more insistent now and Katsuki hums, enjoying the very slow rise of tension. He doubts he’ll come with this, but it sure as fuck feels good.
Dabi suddenly shifts and rolls off of him, making Katsuki feel bereft for only a moment before a yelp flies from his mouth as he’s yanked hard by his ankle. He slides over the sheets and just before he reaches the end of the bed, Dabi manhandles him to his stomach and pulls him over the edge so that his toes touch the cool hardwood floor. He’s bent at the waist and Dabi grips the back of his neck and pins him to the mattress. “Don’t think I forgot about you, firecracker,” Dabi rumbles and there’s three sharp taps against the base of the toy. The new position has the toy pressing rigidly against his spot, and he can feel the wetness trickling down his legs. “You’re leaking everywhere, baby,” Dabi comments slyly. He runs his hand up Katsuki’s thigh through the wetness, “Here.” Then, fingers are back at Katsuki’s asshole, swiping through even more wetness and pushing it past his rim, “And here.”
“Don’t worry about leaking my come, baby. I’m going to stuff more in there later. But first, I think this needy cunt needs some attention,” Dabi threatens, and Katsuki cries out when the buzz increases again. “Do you like the new toy, baby?”
“Yes,” Katsuki groans, drowning in vibrations, his pussy clenching down hard over the toy.
Dabi presses on the toy and grinds it inward. “Tell me how much, firecracker.”
“I fuckin’ love it,” Katsuki moans.
Dabi pulls the toy halfway out and Katsuki whines thinking he’s going to take it away, but he pushes it right back in roughly. “Yeah, baby? Are you gonna come again?”
“Yeeeeeessss…” Katsuki admits as pressure builds back up swiftly and violently in his abdomen. Dabi begins to thrust the toy just like he would his cock and Katsuki lets out a whorish groan. The buzz inside him gets stronger and Katsuki quakes. “Please let me come? Please! Dabi! I’ll do whatever you want. Please!”
“Whatever I want, huh?” Dabi asks cruelly, and presses the toy in deep and holds it there. “Move back in with me.”
Katsuki shakes so hard that he feels like he’s going to vibrate out of his skin. He tries to think logically about the demand, tries to pull any coherent thought whatsoever, but nothing except the urge to come consumes him. Dabi starts to pull the toy from his hole, and Katsuki wails… “Yes!” He screams. “Yes, I’ll move back in! Just PLEASE!”
Dabi presses the toy back in hard, and presses two fingers roughly into Katsuki’s ass. “Come for me, firecracker.”
Katsuki convulses as his orgasm blasts through him, lighting him up like Dabi’s flames. He’s fucking burning…and he can’t stop it as the vibrations hold steady and draw the feeling out. He thinks he screams before his legs collapse from under him, but strong arms catch him and pin his chest to the bed with a hand on his back. The feeling shifts from overwhelming pleasure and tips into oversensitivity, but he’s held captive and forced to endure.
A feral sound reverberates from his chest when the toy is roughly pulled from his cunt and wetness drenches his legs. “Fuck, baby,” Dabi grunts and drives his cock into Katsuki’s still spasming and sensitive pussy. Katsuki hangs onto the sheets for dear life as Dabi thrusts into him hard and fast, pummeling his spot. A slap lands on his ass. “Still so fuckin’ tight, Katsuki.”
Dabi lets go of his back to grip his hips and pull him back on his cock. “Ride my cock, baby. Make yourself come again!” Dabi shouts as another slap lands against his ass. Katsuki is out of his mind as painful pleasure bursts brightly like explosions under his skin, but he mindlessly works his hips backwards. Tears roll freely down his face, room spinning wickedly around him, but he feels the spring wind up tight before it snaps again and he hears the wet gush of his pussy.
“Fuck yeah,” Dabi groans and grinds his hips up against Katsuki’s ass, battering his cock against his cervix. “Gonna keep you full all the time now, baby. Keep you fucked out and dumb so you won’t even be able to think of leaving me again,” he mutters as scalding heat scorches Katsuki’s walls in come.
Blackness swarms Katsuki’s vision and he feels himself falling.
*** The Next Morning***
Katsuki wakes as morning light creeps past the curtains. He groans and his hand flies to his pounding head. “Fuck,” he mutters.
An arm wraps around his waist and tugs. “Go back to sleep, baby. It’s too early,” a raspy voice grumbles from under the covers.
Katsuki is suddenly wide awake and he tries to sit up. “Patchwork?” he asks warily, when that arm just tightens around him keeping him pinned.
“Too early,” the voice mumbles. “How are you even awake right now, baby…? Do I need to fuck you until you pass out again?”
Confusion floods Katsuki. He looks around the familiar apartment bedroom, but can’t fuckin’ remember how he got here. A painful throb in his lower body has him groaning again. He was definitely fucked last night. He searches his memories, but all he remembers is… Oh, fuck …staring at his phone in the bathroom, thinking about calling Dabi.
He knows he’s going to regret asking. “Patchwork, how the fuck did I get here?” He tries to keep his tone neutral, but panic is rising as he looks over his shoulder at the lump in the covers.
A scarred hand pulls down the comforter and familiar turquoise eyes give him a glare. Katsuki tries to smother the pain that rises, knowing that Dabi isn’t his anymore. He made his choice.
Dabi’s eyebrow raises at him in question. “How much do you remember?” The question is cold, his expression calculating.
Katsuki turns to face him fully. “I remember the bar bathroom and thinking about you.”
Dabi’s eyes narrow. “You don’t remember anything after that?” His question is low and deadly. Katsuki knows immediately that he’s stepped on a landmine and if he’s not careful, this shit is going to blow up.
Katsuki decides to keep his mouth shut and shakes his head. Dabi’s hand over his waist tightens and pulls their bodies flush together, where Dabi’s hard cock presses against Katsuki’s navel. He kisses Katsuki’s forehead lightly. “That’s too bad, baby. Maybe I should remind you, hmmm?”
Katsuki swallows loudly and he feels wetness start to gather at just the insinuation. God, he’s so fuckin’ weak for this man… He scowls at his own pathetic horniness. “Just give me the rundown of mistakes I made last night,” Katsuki growls.
Suddenly, fingers stroke lightly through his folds. “Hmmm…I think I’d rather remind you a different way, baby. Maybe I’ll stir up some of your memories while I stir up those pretty insides of yours.”
Katsuki clenches his legs when those fingers dare to venture farther, but Dabi grabs his knee roughly and jerks it so that it’s anchored over his hip, spreading Katsuki wide open. “Leave it there, firecracker,” Dabi commands, making Katsuki’s pussy throb. His body has always responded so readily to everything that comes out of this man’s mouth.
Katsuki opens his mouth to protest, but fingers thrust inside of him turning his words into a breathy sigh. Dabi leans forward and licks into his mouth while his lips are parted. The fingers inside him don't thrust, but they curl and stroke deliciously over his walls. “Tell you what, firecracker…if you’re really good for me, I’ll tell you every delicious detail of last night. Tell you about how you almost let some ‘extra’ fuck you on the dancefloor, how you soaked my car seat in a public parking lot, how you had your pussy plugged on a vibrator and my cock in your slutty ass, how you told me you loved me and promised to stay, how you begged to come and promised to move back in with me, how I tortured your poor little pussy until you screamed, and how you passed out on my cock.”
Katsuki stares at him wide-eyed, his tongue locked between his teeth. He did WHAT?! He’s never fucking drinking tequila again. Fingers press insistently against his walls. “Start at the beginning, Patchwork.”
“Gladly, firecracker.”