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You were far too in over your head recently. You'd officially forgotten what a work life balance was long ago when you started your 3rd year of college. Life stopped being kind to you in only the matter of a month. Winter term was about to start, and being a new junior with entirely different classes meant you still weren't quite adjusted to your new advanced studies, and the confusing material. Even though it's been a hot minute since you'd started classes, things certainly weren’t easing up. You'd also just turned 22 this year, and keeping up with school and staying productive at your job hasn’t been as easy as you originally wanted it to be.
You were so full of life during the first term that you actually thought it might've been feasible to manage everything without snapping and having a mental breakdown, but now you were starting to have to drag yourself through your regular daily schedule. You barely had the energy to talk to your best friends anymore except for a fleeting moment here and there when walking to classes, and while walking them to the train station or a cafe on campus. Friends look after each other after all, and it was the least you could do when you've been starting to distance yourself from everyone due to your limited energy and packed schedule. It was your job that had been stressing you the fuck out compared to anything else though.
Even worse, you've been dealing with a sick and twisted craving recently, and no restaurant served what you were trying to order. Something in hindsight is really horrendous and probably says -a lot- about your inner person that you hide away from everyone else in the world but it's something that not just anything or anyone can scratch. You'd been feeling adventurous, but maybe a little too adventurous.
The thought bloomed one night a few months back, and had been slowly eating away at your brain because you couldn't seem to stop thinking about not being a virgin in white anymore. You were a college student for fucks sake. You weren't attending an all women's private institute anymore, and you were too old and hot to still be a virgin still, but it didn't help because of how damn picky you were.
You'd never even had your first kiss yet, let alone barely even held hands with a boy and yet you've been wanting to attract some danger into your life in the form of some stupid yakuza boyfriend trope. You have no idea where the thought came even from, and you have no idea if it'll go away on its own- let alone if it was even possible. Does the yakuza even exist anymore? No matter how often you tried to reason with yourself, every time you think about it- It makes you blush and kick your feet with excitement. The idea feels so refreshing and interesting that you can't help but clench onto the dangerous idea with both hands.
You've been in a teasing match with a guy who's known to be a bit of a loose cannon, and a fiery explosion of anger at that. A bit of a rude guy you must admit, but you couldn't seem to get him off your mind. It helps quite a lot that he's a pretty boy and is actually smart too. Best of all, he was majoring in the same field as you, so it really felt like something was meant to happen between you two. Crushing on the full package was far from dating a hired killer, a yakuza man with scars and a dragon back tattoo, but it's a stepping stone that you're willing to take, and hopefully that's where you would want to stop. After messing around with a guy, hopefully you'll grow up, and your sexual interests will mature.
You'd been hoping for him to just take your obvious hints and ask you out on a date already, but it's been far too long with too much work for minimal action. He seemed to be a little too goal oriented, and your sexual needs don't have a pretty red ribbon he can cut through or a letter grade to ace, so they've been left untouched for quite a while now. Every time you think you're getting somewhere with him, you either get cold feet because of your constant second guessing or he becomes disinterested in you and your antics, instead preferring another course on hero study.
You lightly hit your cheeks for a moment, trying to snap out of your thoughts and to make your face cease this burning hot sensation. You must've started blushing at the last streetlight during your walk home. The temperature difference of your face and the surrounding cold air was a bit staggering.
The sun had disappeared from the beautiful starry sky, only leaving the grey clouds in the moons wake. The amount of darkness was being batted away by the street lamps that dotted the sidewalks. There weren't as many working as you wanted but nothing could be perfect. No one wants to walk home in the dark, but working late sometimes forces people to have to make the scary walk back home.
You didn't have a quirk that could protect you like some other people, which made you naturally rather cautious. What you did have though was this 'super cool' quirk called aptly named 'teleport'. You weren't the best at giving things cool names. You don't particularly think that your emitter quirk is pretty, but it is quite the light show, and if you say so yourself it was in fact "very cool." Every time you used your quirk, light bends around your body, starting with the most outer portion of your limbs and moves to the center of your chest. You think of where you wanted to go and suddenly the beacon of light disperses and suddenly you're no longer in the same spot as you once were.
Your teleportation quirk tended to made your classmates jealous of you, but you could never wrap your head around why. Maybe it was because they didn't know the drawbacks of your somewhat flashy quirk?
The major setbacks are temporary motion sickness for as long as you're shining, and it's strong enough that you have to force yourself to hold in your lunch. You have to be able to see, and process a certain percentage of light with your eyes. Having a set amount of teleports in one day, the max being three, seemed to be the most important drawback to your friends and peers but most of the time you really couldn't care less about that part so long as you planned the day around using your quirk, which you'd become grossly accustomed to. Lastly, your quirk seemed to be attached to a timer that goes with the Gregorian calendar, daylight savings, and 24 hour day systems because your quirk resets exactly at 12AM on the dot every night. Which is rather convenient actually.
Teleportation and relocation quirks are also monitored by the Japanese Quirk Safety Commission, so you always have a GPS locator just under the skin of your arm where a birth control implant would be placed. It was just in case you decided you wanted to rob a bank or something. You couldn't take the damn thing out without a loud hissing sound coming out of the chip as well as an immediate alert being sent to your doctor's office, and the JQSC HQ. It had to be replaced every 5 years, and you can still sometimes hear the loud trill when it's too quiet.
With most people, if you actually bothered to tell them all of the drawbacks as mentioned above, they wouldn't say those were all that bad other than being tracked by the government. That normally freaked a majority out pretty bad. Though, unlike most teleportation quirks, your ability to see is very important. If you'd ever went blind you'd be quirkless, but even a blindfold around the eyes would do the trick. Any amount of darkness under 40% light value and you'll be rendered quirkless which was rather pathetic. You normally don't mention that part to people. You didn't want something to happen to you just because you gave out too much information about your quirk.
It didn't matter if you couldn't use your quirk in the dark when you didn't have any charges left for the day. You may look dumb to people if they knew what your quirk was and saw you walking somewhere, especially in a seedy corner of Kamino ward when it was well into being moon out, but sometimes a walk was exactly what you needed to clear out your head after a long week.
In your defense, you didn't know there was so much paperwork to file. There was an influx of new cases opening, missing persons reports, and homicides, a missing pet or two, Several break in reports all from the same area- you looked at pretty much everything that came across your desk so you could sort it accordingly. A handful of case reading led to another thick stack of Manila folders and suddenly you hadn't looked out of your window until you were forced to turn on your desk lamp to prevent any more amount of eye strain.
Either way, you were stuck with having to walk home in the dark, with the cold air prickling at your uncovered skin. In hindsight, you'd wished you wore some winter clothes this morning, though it wasn't nearly this bristly about 12 hours ago. The news said that a cold snap could potentially hit Japan pretty heavily. You were sorry you didn't take the weather man seriously this time around because you were starting to shiver in your little leg warmers that were more of a decoration than there to keep you warm. It was only October, so where did all this cold air come from?
You looked down at your graphic tee and short denim skirt combo. You couldn't remember where either came from. When you saw them in the second hand shop most of the things on the rack already had their tags cut off, probably a long time ago when they were first bought. You brought the collar of your shirt to your nose, trying to warm it enough to the point it didn't feel like the tip was going to freeze off. If you were lucky, you weren't going to get sick from this weather, and a hot bath would be able to fix you right up.
After finally not being limited to a high school uniform six out of the seven days of the week, and staying in for the rest of the time, you grew a bit flirtatious and dressed down a lot more than what you originally realized. It was lucky you weren't dress coded for your work clothes too, but around the station you stayed as modest as your newly formed closet allowed you to. You didn't want your father to know what you were getting up to in your off time. If he found out about your scandalous outfits and little doodle tattoos, you'd be dead to him. You could kiss your job and allowance money goodbye, because you'd get nothing from him if he ever found out.
Your father, a detective at said police station you want to so badly complain about, had to take the document out of your iron-gripped hand when you were still at your desk, and told you to head to your apartment immediately, berating you and asking if you even knew what time it was. He then had to sternly remind you that no matter what was happening down at the station he always had things covered. Your dad was second in command, and head homicide investigator of Kamino wards very busy police station.
His quirk, a lot like yours, was much better in terms of teleportation quirks in your opinion. It's a lot less defined; a limitation on where he could go, but no limited uses, the distance he can go is infinitely shorter than whatever you could manage. To work, and back home was all he's really ever used it for. He was a boring man with a sturdy stick up his ass unfortunately. The way the new generation lived was confusing and messy to him, and that was why it was better if you kept your interests to yourself.
It didn't matter if you couldn't teleport in the dark if you didn't even have charges left on your quirk. That only meant you would have to walk home in the now somewhat spooky atmosphere of Kamino district.
You didn't mind the walk anyways. You had your sudden emergency whistle attached to your bag, your apartment key pushed through the spaces of your fingers, and normally walked on a very lit-up path. The only issue to you was that it was starting to get chilly, and your leg warmers weren't doing much to solve the issue. You pull them up slightly all the way to your knees, but it doesn't do nearly what you wished it did. The least you could've done was to wear tights, but you nearly forwent everything, so you can't be too mad at yourself.
Another issue is that the very last portion of your path, just after a T shaped junction leads through some alleyways and cuts in between some distant neighborhoods' fence lines. It's a pretty tight squeeze that was sometimes at the narrowest three and a half bricks in width. A couple of feet at most, normally with a few half ripped open trashbags, growing weeds and potted plants, sometimes foliage almost all the way up the sides of the 4 to 5 story buildings.
It wasn't too bad though. You'd made the walk a few other times before and made it out unscathed. Once you became a little shaken up from a big unleashed dog barking at you and had to run for your life, or that one time a sudden showdown by some alley cats occurred over a tray of soggy 7/11 sushi. You hoped cats couldn't get food poisoning after witnessing all that.
Nothing major had ever happened where you actually ran into another person like right now, seeing some scary man getting ready to cook another human who was dangling limp against the wall with a bright blue flame right before your very own eyes at the dead end of the T junction.
WHAT?! You silently ducked behind a few loose trash bins and momentarily held your breath, covering your mouth with both of your hands. You couldn't have seen that correctly. There wasn't actually a person getting murdered right before your eyes, right? The thing that you just saw was so bright, it was burned into your retinas for a moment while you clenched your eyes shut.
Another man was being held up momentarily by fists pulling himself off the floor by a stained off white button up shirt, as blood dripped down from his scalp to his chin. His jaw hung slack, and was missing several teeth. There must've been a pretty awful fist to fist brawl for a few minutes before you'd gotten here. Blue flames seemed to suddenly show up in the palms of the victorious man's hands as it spread along the slumped body in an instant. The thud of the body hitting the ground made you flinch. You'd never heard a sound quite like that before.
The sound of the sizzling fire is deathly loud, and you'd hoped that because of that he didn't hear you approaching, or at least hear clues on where you hid if he did notice anything out of the ordinary. The body before the both almost sounded like a beaker of goo getting torn apart by a 1000° ball of metal. It bubbled through the layer of liquified fat and charred quickly through the muscle as the frame of his body started to shrink because the blood and water boiled away and broke apart into its different limbs and chunks as the fire destroyed the ligaments and joints.
You peeked out just enough for one eye to see the scene again if you'd actually saw what you'd just seen correctly. It sounded made up in your head, even if seeing it again was traumatizing, you had to make sure you set yourself straight.
The flames had been half snuffed out, trying to control the raging fire into just some burning embers once the victim was properly charred all the way through. You supposed the man didn't want to make too much of a scene with such loud and vibrant flames that could probably be seen from several football fields away if unobstructed. The man suddenly pulled a phone out, with what looked like a slip of paper, or maybe the man's ID card in front and center with the still smoking piles of flesh in the background, taking a picture of the deed he committed. The flash of his phone went off as he took said picture.
You were mentally taking notes from about 21 feet (7 yards) back, even though you were a little ways away, your senses were still assaulted with the smell of burning flesh, forcing you to hold in a retch with your hand covering your mouth and clenching your muscles in order to fight off your trembling with no luck as you gulp down some bile that'd been slowly rising from your chest, causing your eyes to water.
You may have been just a case archivist for the station, but you knew the homicide reports that have been keeping your father up at night better than any other person there. Victims are always found burnt to death, likely a villain using a fire or heat quirk for petty robbery or hired homicide. If a form of identification was left on the body, there wasn't any trace of it since the scene is mostly ash and unaccompanied trash bags. Not even scraps of their clothes made it out of being burned most likely alive in some cases. Only two victims had collectible bone marrow samples, giving the forensics team what the type of person the serial killer targeted.
Both victims had warrants for their arrest. One was out on bond, but didn't show up for their court date. They were going to be sentenced 16 years for assaulting a minor and their mother on the train. The other victim was currently on the run after killing their elderly landlord after being evicted for not paying their bills for 3 months in a row. It was all caught on tape from the land lords indoor security cameras. They were both undeniably bad people, but not horrible enough to be sentenced to being burnt alive. It was just too cruel for it to really be justice.
It was a small killing spree, nothing as large as the hero killer- Stain's ongoing crime spree, but it was just as graphic, and left the area a little shaken as whoever was responsible was still very much at large. 3 victims on other areas, and likely 7 victims here in Kamino, but there could've always been more unfound bodies still out there somewhere. Luckily the police and news stations reporting on the incidents, insuring to locals that the occurrences are getting further away from the area, and the time in finding more victims has been growing too. In fact the killing spree didn't even start in Kamino, but that's where they'd been for at least the last 4 months that everyone knew of.
You fully realized just how dangerous the world can very easily be in this very moment. You may have read the gruesome reports on paper but seeing was something else entirely. You'll remember the smell every time you read another report attune to this one for the rest of your life. There's never been a located death found anywhere near this neighborhood or your own, and it happened just now, and right in front of you too.
You were trying to take in a full description of the man. There was no way a detective's daughter could see such a brutal and heinous crime without acting on it. Your eyes scanned over him and noted the area. Looking for every little detail as you commit it all to memory. Dressed in mostly black, which was a usual occurrence, his zip up hoodie seemed to be half opened, as it hung along his shoulders oddly, and leaving bit of his skin exposed as the sleeves were pushed up and away from his hands. On purpose of course, probably so he avoided burning up his own clothes in the process of using his quirk. Some skin along the arm looked darker, like a blackout tattoo.
Your blood ran cold, flinching as you watched along in morbid curiosity when he'd kicked the ashing corpse, and kicked him as hard as he could muster. It was almost as though he was enacting personal revenge. The man was burnt though like a Yule log in a cozy winter chimney. Nothing about looking at the scenery made you want to Christmas carol though.
You tried to not let your knees buckle and shake as you crouched, watching it occasionally crackle a little longer and crumble and flake off what used to definitely be an alive person. Maybe not a good one, but who cares about that part? He'd probably spit on the corpse too if he knew his DNA wouldn't get traced back to him.
You noticed the chill in the air wasn't as harsh anymore as it used to be. Even the embers must've been hot enough to radiate the air in the surrounding area so long as you weren't in the breeze.
It was probably time to sneak off soon, but you'd been purposely holding out, hoping to get an eyeful of the killers face. If you managed to catch what he looked like, you'd be able to help produce a sketch and help other people avoid or catch this prick. Other heroes from agencies along Tokyo need to come here more so this place isn't so dangerous. You'd imagine something big would have to happen for them to finally focus on Kamino even after all the murders that had already happened.
You slowly start backing away, still crouched as you were trying to be as quiet and down to the floor as much as possible. You stayed looking in his direction to stay vigilant, but you freeze in your tracks when his sickening chuckle reaches you.
"Why do you keep staring at me like that? You curious about how it feels to burn alive?" You sprang from your crouched position, clutching the wall with one hand to balance yourself from such a sudden action. It was obvious that your stealth mission had been seen straight through. You were ready to run, reaching for your whistle, and clutching onto your lanyard with your keys on it, still ready to potentially pierce the killers skin, even though you knew you wouldn't get that far if that's what it came to.
You originally thought you were doing extremely well in your hiding spot, staying as quiet as possible, and staying just out of sight. Regardless he must've heard your footsteps approach him just as he finished beating the man to death.
You squeezed your eyes closed for an only a second as the sound of faint thudding coming from the soles of his grungy-looking punk styled boots came closer to you. You seemed to accept your fate almost immediately. You thought he would've shot fire towards you as soon as you popped your head up over the trash can.
Your brain was telling you to run and try to escape with your life while he was still overestimating you. Maybe blow that whistle you're trying to clutch in your shaking fingers- as if it would even do anything but anger the man, but you froze in place under the piercing glare you dared not to meet. You wondered what time it was. It was 10:50pm when you left the police station, so your quirk wasn't ready just yet, but it was close. It could only be at most 11:10pm.
Your fingertips light up for a moment, trying to push your quirk over its limit, but fizzles away as it reaches your palms quickly before letting you go anywhere. It just made you dizzy and a much more sick than what you previously were before. You had to raise a hand to your mouth to trap any vomit that threatened to crawl up your neck and out of your mouth.
You wanted to desperately move to a sprint, you really did, but you just couldn't. Your legs had locked up as soon as you stood, like your knees were locked from bending, and it definitely didn't help that you were mentally spinning after trying to teleport. The worst of your issues though? That odd feeling of pressure making itself well known far below your navel that seemed to rear its perverted head at the worst of times. You couldn't believe this was the time and place where you were feeling it; while convinced a man was about to take your life for simply stumbling upon him killing someone else.
The man seemed to laugh again, a bit more genuine than the last one. Your current display was probably pretty pitiful to him. Just sad enough for him to laugh at, but you didn't think it was particularly funny. He wasn't able to tell what you were trying to do when your fingers and palms lit up, but whatever it was, it wasn't in your favor considering it did nothing to help you out of this situation.
"I asked you a question, and it's in your best interest to answer me. Now, tell me why the fuck you're here." His gruff, and aggressive tone barely made you snap out of your trance. You could feel the tendons in your arms trying to snap themselves into position to fight, even though you've never fought another human in your life.
You could only stutter. No proper sentences could be made in your brain, let alone reach your mouth. Your eyes were open wide, mostly from the fear, but also because of the want to make sure you knew what the man looked like.
His eyes are an electric blue, and what you'd originally thought were black out tattoos were actually patchy looking graphed on skin stapled onto the healthy samples. It looked painful, and you hoped it was. It wasn't just on his hands. It was under his eyes, and the lower half of his face, and neck. The deep maroon color of the damaged skin made his unmarked skin so much more pale in comparison. Maybe you'd feel sorry for him if he wasn't a cold, heartless murderer.
Your legs suddenly felt springy, like you gained a second quirk for just a second when you'd burst into action to run away like the damned coward you were. If you could run away, you'd probably live, and at least if you bought yourself time, you'd maybe be able to use your quirk to get away. You really didn't want to end up like the crisped man at the dead end of that alleyway.
Cowards live though, and you weren't about to be a coward for long if you just stayed where you were, now standing in place.
You turned on the toes faster than you ever had before, trying to make a swift run for it. You only lasted a few quick steps before the tight searing pain coming from your scalp said the man had other plans for you. He jumped into action much faster than you did. A warbled cry ripped out of your throat as the pain took over your brain. You screamed loudly but even in this area there wouldn't be a single soul willing to report such a sound coming from an alleyway. You accidentally dropped your keys somewhere but you didn't have the time to see where they might've went.
"No you don't. How about we use our words instead. You can't just run away from me like I'm some type of monster." The sinister way he spoke made you suddenly understand the type of person you might be dealing with. Some sort of sarcastic sadomasochist. A murderer who chuckles after he killed someone with no effort or effect to his mental state what so ever and might even make a joke about it later on. You were being dragged by the hair into the dead end alleyway back to where the body was. You could only imagine what that meant for you.
"Y-you just murdered someone!" You said, sounding a bit muffled due to the warm hand sloppily cupping around your mouth. Even a bit covered, some of the fire in your voice was able to be heard, still you tip backward following the grasp of the hand in your hair to ease the pain he was currently making you feel. He didn't loosen the grip of your hair at all though, pulling your weight even closer to him, only making you walk backwards more.
"Yeah, so? Do you even know what type of guy he was? He was a serial rapist, and he kept getting away with it because of the flawed laws in this country." You shuddered as he spoke with so much hatred and vitriol. Even you could understand that there were a few legal loopholes that made the system not as air tight as you'd want it to be, but to take it into your own hands and tie up loose ends seemed ludicrous.
"That monster was targeting girls as young as thirteen. His favorite prey was young girls and women walking alone at night." He positioned his hand tighter over your mouth and along your jaw as he turned your head towards the smoldering body. You couldn't help but close your eyes at the sight, and turned your head away, which he didn't let you do. The man as a person disgusted you, but you didn't relish in his death the same way some other people would. Maybe you didn't feel much about the man because you weren't personally affected by him.
"Look at him! The world is better off now without this piece of shit in it. He's the real monster here, not me." The words leaving his lips brushed against your neck as he settled himself behind you. His words humbled you a bit. You figured he wasn't a good guy in order to draw the ire of a person so malicious, but you never would've suspected something like that.
"If I didn't kill him I could only imagine what he would be doing to you right about now." Your eyes widened as the oddly textured hand kept in your scared mumbling. This is a public area, and he wouldn't really find any pleasure in burning down a whole block after fucking up not once, but twice while on his mission. He didn't really give a rats ass about who he was there to kill so long as the hit was paid for. It was just a special bonus that he was taking the trash out of the world while still getting paid.
You noticed the man's eyes scan your features from head to toe in the same way you'd been doing to him before. He must've liked something he saw, because he hummed in contentment, and turned your face to make sure you were looking at him with those pretty little eyes he liked so much.
Tears pricked their corners, and found their way into your lashes, making them dewy and beautiful. You start to mumble a bit louder, pleading for him to let you go and have mercy on your sorry existence, all while trying to ignore your body aches, making you feel utterly disgusted by your imagery. Squeezing your legs shut while in a life or death situation while fantasizing about the warm body pressed behind you.
You scratched at the man's hand that was cupping your mouth and nose. You felt your nails phase through the different skin textures, and the dip of the separation between them, and feeling your nails catch on pieces of hard metal and the ripped flesh on his knuckles, all while feeling like you were suffocating against his hand. Your nail beds were already starting to get caked in his or maybe that other man's blood. He seemed to have had enough of your scratching, because when he pushed you against the sturdy brick, he did it hard enough to knock the wind right out of your chest. You gasped as it took everything in you to not let your face collide with the brick. He yanked your shoulder towards himself, forcing you to turn and face him. You held your hands up and collided into his chest, punching, albeit with weak form, and trying to push him away from you. Eventually your flailing arms were caught in his and tossed to the sides.You could clearly see the shine of his piercings along his very angry face even though your vision was blurred from the tears. They kept spewing from your eyes and wouldn't stop, even if you wanted to.
"I'll snap your pretty fucking neck and leave you here to choke on your own blood, you worthless slut. Quit trying to hurt me because you're not getting anywhere like this." As he was fighting with you, his dialogue was hardly understood by your momentarily deaf ears. The shaking of your head is what finally caused you to go slack again.
The shimmies, the fighting, all the begs you let out into your soon-to-be killer's hand, and all that crying took a massive toll on your body. You felt a lot of big emotions in such a short time span that your body could barely take.
The cortisol and adrenaline were starting to get shaken from your head. You managed to still keep a small grip on the man's hand but barely had the energy to keep trying to pull it away. You had a full day of activities, and you definitely weren't known to be a person with high endurance.
His hands bat yours away again, and you let them fall to your sides for a while as you try to catch your breath after the hyperventilation, sniffling, and huffing. A heated finger traced your jugular, as you stare back at him, unmoving like a statue. His touch is much warmer than you were expecting, only accentuated further by the chilled air. His hand was ready to crush your windpipe, or maybe activate his quirk like a blowtorch if you so much as struggled or screamed again.
"Who do you work for, and what do you want from me." You didn't have to tell him that you worked for the police station, or that you were suddenly after him to arrest him. Of course, he wouldn't suspect just about anyone to work with the police. You were a lowly paper organizer, but still.
The small brush of his thumb on your throat, although it should've been threatening towards your very being somehow felt very soft and domestic for a moment. It made your pulse quicken as you try to think of a proper excuse for spying on him. It was hard to get your thoughts clear when you were starting to ache down there with the same fast pace of your heartbeat. It was nearly unbearable. His second question kept getting stuck in your head. What did you want from him? You could maybe think of a few things you wanted from him right about now.
"I- I was just on my way home from work." Your trembling and weak tone made you sound like a toddler whose abusive parents just found out they broke an expensive vase. You sounded weak, and unworthy of being looked upon by his shimmering cerulean eyes. You couldn't help but look back up into his eyes with your helpless ones, accidentally wordlessly screaming that you were far beyond aroused. His eyes were so blue and perfect that they almost looked fake. If you weren't able to study them so closely you might've thought they were contacts.
"-and I just wanted to take the shortcut that way, but you were here and- and that. I'm so scared..." You lamely gestured towards many directions that he never bothered to look at. He never broke eye contact or stopped petting up and down your jugular sensually, but it only lasted for a few more seconds. His hands tightly wrapped around your puny neck, giving it a test squeeze for a few seconds long, continuing to search for emotions inside or your bleary eyes with the type of small smile you couldn't quite describe but made the little hairs in the back of your neck stand up. As soon as he squeezed down on your windpipe, you let out a breathless squeak, almost like a moan.
Your arms raised slowly again, trying to tear away his hands from your neck, while your face scrunched in pain. Tears streamed down it as you tried gasping for a deeper breath, but he was limiting that severely. His hands were hot, but not burning. Like he was foreshadowing what was coming before actually doing it. It felt like he was holding back from using his quirk, even though he really wanted to use it.
"A bit late out for that, huh? Where do you work, and what address are you going to now." His sentence hardly ended in questioning tones. He wasn't asking you, he was going to get that information somehow whether you liked it or not. You could tell he had deeply shrouded paranoia about you. Even though he was wanting information out of you, his hands never stopped squeezing, and never allowed you a breath to speak, making everything he said rhetorical.
"St-op." He furrowed his brows. It was feint, but you knew he heard it. His fingers wrapped tighter as he lightly hushed you like it pained him to hear your pleas. You clench your jaw from the slight resonating pain starting at the edges of your lungs. Your legs were struggling to hold yourself up as they became more limp as the more time went on without you being able to breathe.
He looked at you with a type of sickening pleasure. Like he'd been looking forward to something like this for a while now. As if you weren't scratching the back of his hands again and lightly tugging at his wrists, still sending mixed signals with your aroused and in pain expressions. Urging him on to either let you go so you could run away, or pleading him to flip your skirt up and have his way with you.
"You like erotic asphyxiation too much. How old are you anyways, you fucking pervert." His hands let up for only a moment, letting you breathe a few lung fulls of air. His eyes suddenly peered down at you as if he became bored again. Like a complete kill switch was flicked for the last emotion he was feeling just seconds prior. You managed to cough out your age, through gasps and your struggles for breath. It was an amount of information you were comfortable with him knowing.
"If you want to get hurt anymore, how about you open your fucking mouth then." He squeezed his hands around your neck almost impossibly tighter, warning you that he was dead serious, and strained your already itching lungs even further. You were about to pass out from lack of air, brows knitting together in despair.
You open your mouth about halfway on instinct. You kept your mantra inside your head the whole time: It's better to be an alive coward than a dead hero. If you wanted to catch this villain and put him in jail you'd have to endure whatever he says to do just to have a small chance to catch this asshole and enact your revenge.
You'd wished you closed your eyes because the look of disgust he faced you with might stay in your mind for the rest of your life if you're lucky or unlucky enough to survive. His sneer would probably send you to an early grave anyways.
You flinched as he switched the positions of his hands, one gripping your jaw, sticking 2 fingers into your mouth with the other.
You clenched your fists, digging your nails into the jacket sleeves around his arms that'd slowly slipped down during the whole struggle as you could only think of how disgusting his hands were. God knows what he touched other than a gross dead body, though his quirk probably cleans his hands as well as does all his dirty work for him.
He swirls his 2 fingers in your mouth, and rubs along your tongue. Was he checking for some sort of hidden quirk? As he removes his fingers, he tilts your head to look back up at him with the same hand that was in your mouth just moments before, wiping the saliva along your jaw. You're tingling with anticipation much to your dismay. You were so turned on that your core was starting to hurt. You'd never felt this feeling before, and definitely not so strongly about anyone or anything you'd ever seen before.
You wanted to close your mouth, but as soon as you started to close it by a millimeter he squeezed down onto your jaw again. You squeezed your eyes shut as his cold gaze worsened.
"Tongue. Out. I'm only gonna say it once so you better do it right the first time." His strong grip on you never faltered, and his voice made you so pissed off. You clenched your hand around the fabric even harder, moving your fist away from his wrist and drove it directly into his upper abdomen, and aimed straight for the stomach. You'd say it would've been worth it if he'd at least flinched, but he didn't. His eyes narrowed at you.
"Just kill me." You said out of desperation. He'd either give you the mercy of just killing you or start to speed things up. Nobody, not even Dabi liked to toy with things that have already been broken.
"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you." He teased. Obviously he'd noticed the blatant 'fuck me' eyes you had plastered all over your expression, even while crying in fear. What he said wasn't phrased as a question again, he knew what you wanted, even if it was very much unprompted and pretty oddly timed. He wasn't gonna yuck someone else's yum though. He knew far too many people who were into much worse than some sort of nonconsensual consent sex.
He tilted your head back more, he almost fooled you into thinking he was going to follow up on his promise of snapping your neck and make you choke to death on your own blood, but he spits into your forced-open mouth instead, afterwards telling you to swallow. You flinch, mentally wanting to gag but your body doesn't do so. You just let it slide down your tongue. You can't tell if your skin crawls at the feeling or if the tingling is only getting more intense. Your probable soon to be murderer takes his hands off of your jaw and throat immediately after you swallow his saliva. It turned out that you kind of ended up liking that, much to your dismay, and so did he.
You had been mostly held up by his hands, so when the pressure was no longer there your knees connected with the harsh asphalt probably bruising them in the process. You could feel other bruises starting to form elsewhere along your body too.
You started coughing and caressing your sore neck, trying to rub the pain away. It felt just like the other bruised areas, and if you lived through this, you were going to have a hard time explaining that. As you took in deep breaths, you smelt the faint scent of cigarette smoke. It almost smelt comforting and sweet compared to the burnt flesh also lingering in the air. You could tell the smokey scent was coming from his clothing.
The bag you had slung over your shoulder had long been thrown to the side, showing its lettering on the front. 'K.P.D'. You have a good feeling he noticed it just barely, but didn't care enough about the repercussions of what it meant for him. You started to feel yourself slumping down closer to the floor, as your vision started to go out like a fading light until your shoulder was caught, and brought back up. Tilting your head upwards again as you sat on your knees and the shoes that were tucked under you.
"I'm nowhere near done with you, so you can't black out yet. Otherwise how would you feel and experience everything?" His low whisper made a wave of goosebumps crawl down your neck to the bottom of your spine, making you a bit more cognitive than what you were before. He curled his fingers into your hair softly like how a lover would, causing even more pressure to build up inside of you.
Your brain grasped what he wanted at this moment. You didn't need any of the clues like his seductive whispers or his other hand lazily reaching down to undo his belt, pants button, and zipper.
Tears still stream down your already streaked face as you accept your fate, knowing you would open your mouth when we told you to. He breathlessly laughs at your stupid antic, taking a moment to smear the tears along your face, and placing two fingers at your mouth, wordlessly telling you to open, and suck. You sheepishly open your mouth a bit as he slips them inside, widening the opening by wriggling them along your wet muscle as you press the flat of your tongue against them and try to sensually suck just to please him.
He gripped one of your weak and cold hands into his own larger, stronger, and hotter hand, placing it over the bulge in his opened jeans. Even though you wanted it, you knew this was all wrong. This wasn't exactly on your terms after all.
You tried ripping your hand away with no luck. You felt immense fear from touching him there. Something in your head hadn't quite clicked with how your lower half was feeling right about now. He didn't even have to try hard to stop you from pulling away and to make the movements more pleasurable for him instead.
He hums in pleasure from the unintentional friction you're giving him. You let out a sob that seemed to have been stuck in your throat since the beginning of this whole ordeal onto his fingers, only adding to his enjoyment.
"You can stop playing around. The way you've been looking at me this whole time with those cute fuck me eyes. I know exactly how you're feeling right now." You couldn't help but agree with him mentally, and yet you were terrified still. You wanted this and yet you didn't. You knew the mental implications of it and yet your body wanted him terribly. You nodded at him, silently agreeing- all while still sucking along his slim fingers sloppily
"Pull it out. I want you to do it." It's not like you were stupid, and didn't know what was about to happen to you at this point. You vaguely knew about what a blow job was or most sex activities for that matter. You were somewhat innocent, but you weren't completely clueless, especially after you found out what your type was. You'd done your research before, refusing to go in completely blind.
You tried pulling away to let yourself talk, but he hooked his fingers into your mouth, not letting you remove them so easily. You hummed against the fingers pressing against your tongue, as if he was trying to nip any rebelliousness left in you at the bud.
"If you have something to say, I think you can say it just fine like this." You groaned, swallowing the excess saliva in your mouth and around his fingers. Your panties we're starting to get soaked through, even as embarrassed as you were. You tried to speak through his fingers knowing it was moot. Trying to tell him that you'd never done something like this before, but he simply slipped his fingers deeper into your mouth and cut you off your broken vowels and consonants that made no sense whatsoever.
"Oh, silly me. I can't seem to understand you with a hand down your throat. I should've known better, but since you're acting stupid I figured I would too." You understood what he meant. He just wanted you to listen to him without reply. You corrected yourself by placing your hands on the waistband of his briefs, looking back up to him to see if he was okay with you pulling them down still.
When you saw that his face didn't change, and he was still waiting for you to do what you were told, you tugged the front down firmly. It was just best to get this part over with. You didn't want him to assume you were teasing him, insuring you wouldn't be striked, burned or choked any more than you already have been.
You looked back into his eyes. From the lower corner of your eye you can see his cock bounce out and into view. It pained you to say it but even his cock is menacing. You'd never been this up close and personal with a man's dick before. He looked to be well over average, somewhere around 7 inches. At least he wasn't hiding an absolute monster in his trousers. Anymore than this and it probably wouldn't have fully fit into you.
He finally slipped his wet digits out of your mouth, leaving a string of spit still connected to him. As he continued to stretch it, snapping it as the saliva string landed on your thighs. Still out of the corner of your eyesight you could see him fist his length with your saliva as lube. Your core hurt deeper as your mouth parted lightly as you exhaled.
He grasped your free hand, squeezing it with his own and placed it on his shaft as your other hand kept the hem lowered. There was something metal on it that made you question what you were touching for a moment, still you looked into his piercing eyes. It was so warm it made you sigh. The rest of you was so cold compared to all of his body.
"How about you look at what you're touching so you know what you're doing, whore. Don't you know that you shouldn't look people in the eyes when they rule over you?" It reminded you of in the old days of human civilization when kings, queens, and lords and ladies were common. Peasants like you couldn't look directly into nobilities eyes without getting stripped of their clothes and forced to wallow on their hands and knees like filthy dogs while begging for forgiveness, or worse, getting stoned to death.
That, or he just simply thought you were inferior to him, and in either this case you definitely were. Someone could've mistaken you for quirkless if you didn't shine light out of your hands earlier. You showed no physical signs of having one minus your unjointed pinkie toes, and not being able to fight back only gave him more of an inclination that you were lacking in a strong quirk.
It took all of your mental strength to make direct eye contact with the cock you were being forced to grip, and now lightly stroking along his wet length; of course not entirely of your own free will. You thought it looked pretty normal despite the metal along the bottom of his cock and tip. You couldn't remember the names of a the piercings off the top of your head, but you were sure you'd remember later when thinking about this the next time you felt sexually unsatisfied.
His free hand circled your loose hair into a make shift rein to take control of your head, and push it into his crotch. Making you have direct contact with the tip of it to your mouth that you'd closed in the shape of a frown again without realizing.
You fixed your mistake relatively fast this time, allowing your jaw to go slack and squeezing your eyes shut in anticipation. On one hand you were happy to finally have gotten to third base, but on the other hand you were terrified that since you missed the other two bases your home run was going to be approaching rapidly.
You couldn't say you'd done this before, literally, but you'd seen porn so you were roughly basing it off of that and hoped that it would've been good enough. It was really the only information you had on this topic, and even that information was heavily limited and based because you knew most porno's weren't real sex, and a lot of the time is wasn't even super pleasurable for either actor.
You stuck your tongue out to lick the tip with your eyes still scrunched closed. You wanted to make this as impersonal as possible. Maybe if you imagined it to be your crush you could go through this better? Your tongue touched the metal adorning the underside of his length. You couldn't imagine what would urge a person to get that done to themselves. Grazing the piercings probably felt pretty good to him though no matter how macabre it was.
You continue to kitten lick as you take just the tip inside, but the person above you hums in disapproval. His grip tightens on your hair, pulling it back and making you open your mouth wider again so you could let out a whine.
The bottom of his cock drags along the flat of your tongue. You feel each bit of metal slide against the flat expanse of your tongue as he pushes himself into your mouth. You could nearly count each metal ball protruding against his length but after the forth one they started to blur together. The pressure to keep yourself from gagging was strong for a moment then suddenly it was no longer an issue. Was this really how you're going to find out that you don't have a gag reflex? What a shit day.
Your eyes opened wide, brimming with dried up tears as he bottomed out. You could feel the cockhead resting in the way of your air passage, but tried to ignore it as you slid your tongue in little circles on the underside of his shaft, and playing with his piercings. It's all you really could do as you couldn't really move around much. You heard a sick chuckle above you. You stopped staring at the hem of his white shirt and met his gaze.
"Well would ya look at that. You tryna pretend to be a seasoned vet or something?" He questioned but you couldn't talk around the thick member shoved down your throat even if you wanted to, and if you could you wouldn't even know what to say. Your brain was scattered everywhere and couldn't very easily focus on more than one thing at a time. The thing you were currently focusing on was not suffocating, and the metal taste.
He was guiding your mouth against along his length by using the grip he had on your hair, pushing and pulling you along it, and surprisingly going lightly on you. His only command for you was to suck. You relaxed a bit more as the corners of your mouth were starting to leak a bit of saliva.
"Is it possible that you do something else other than school and work for a police station? Who are you selling your body to?" He says as he slowly pulls himself out of your warm mouth almost begrudgingly. 'So he did notice what my bag said' you thought aimlessly.
"That slutty little outfit of yours paints you in a different light too. Are you one of prostitution set up officers?" He hums after his words with a slightly lower lilt -nearly a growl- at the end to note the fact that your mouth felt rather nice while he pushed in deeper than the last time.
His mound was a bristly kind of scruff. Not fully shaven by any means, but it was just long enough to no longer feel sharp and pokey along your nose that was currently being buried in it. As much as you wanted to tell him that a prostitution set up officer wasn't a thing in Japan, and probably was only a thing in porn, it really wasn't the time or place to info dump.
You still sat on your knees as your eyes flutter shut. Processing his words and shaking your head ever so slightly. You had to start clenching your thighs together or else you thought your juices might start flowing down your legs. His slow pace was being replaced with a new, more quickened and steady one. He barely had to yank around your hair as you were following the movements without his hand guiding you now.
He stops you after a minute or so as he lifts your chin with a finger and a thumb gripping your chin, making sure to keep the connection of your line of sight directly to his again just slightly narrowed and entirely honed on you.
"Get up, and lean against that wall." A smirk just barely ghosted over his parted lips after he spoke to you. You were already raising yourself from the ground before he could tell you the second part of the command. Being as servile as possible will allow you to live for a bit longer. You could assume it's around 11:30, leaving you with only 30 minutes left to stall. This might not even be as bad as what you originally thought before.
Maybe it was all a misunderstanding. What if he was defending himself from the other person, and is now in a state of psychological panic that he can no longer think straight and control himself from his carnal desires? All possibilities should be considered since you are a detectives daughter. This could all be ruled out as psychological trauma.
You placed your back against the wall again as the patchwork man gathered your hands in his palm and raised them above your head. You couldn't help but squeeze your legs together again. With his other hand, he lifts your shirt, uncovering your skin to him. He smirks down at you. You weren't really fighting the allegations he threw at you earlier.
"Is this your set up lingerie? Can't imagine this sexy thing would be normal office attire." He paused a moment to watch the colors on your face bloom as you start to sputter out an excuse. He hushed you wordlessly by pulling the shirt you had off of the rest of your torso, keeping the shirt at your wrists. The scratchiness of the brick wall attacked your senses but you barely noticed it as your eyes and mind were trained on him and his dangerous hands.
"This thing almost covers nothing." He said as he traced the fabric, then suddenly reached back to unclip it and gave it the same treatment as your shirt.
You held your hands up where he left them as your bare chest was being presented to him. You fidgeted with your legs as you became embarrassed by his unwavering stare and subtly tried to veer his eyes away from your chest as the cold washed over you, and slightly pebbling your nipples.
You knew exactly where he was looking, and you couldn't do a thing to stop the way you were reacting to it. You wanted to gasp and touch his body, and beg for him to touch your body too. You wanted to learn his name so you could call out to him while he made you cum.
"I knew I had some pretty good intuition. You've got a sexy body. Lucky me." You hyperfixate on where his rough hands dragged along your body as your hands pull away the fabric left on your wrists and let it drop to the floor. This time you take his hand in yours, softly but urgently leading his hand towards your breasts. You couldn't help but to be needy at the pace he was going. You might just get caught before you ever get to finish, and if that were to happen even you would commit a crime.
"I don't want you to just sit there and look at me." You told him, and even though it sounded like a mere mumble, he was close enough to your mouth to hear it.
"I know, but I like to take my time, especially with needy women like you." He jiggles your tits eagerly, letting them bounce before slapping one, then rolling your nipples along the rough pads of his fingers and alternating between which one he'd give his rough type of attention to, occasionally slapping your breasts just to watch it bounce back and forth while enjoying the view. Your eyebrows come together as you can feel your stomach churning again. It felt good but it wasn't nearly enough to stop the painful ache.
You bite your lower lip to stay quiet as he teased you. Softly edging the bud of your nipples, like ghosting along the edges of a joystick. The switch up had you biting your bottom lip harder trying to stop yourself from breaking down and just begging him to fuck you. He leans into your neck, and you open up to him more as he leans close to your ear and starts to whisper.
"I know you like it when a bad man treats you soft. I can tell by the way your eyes looked at me when I touched you that first time. You got so submissive when I grazed your throat with a single finger you fucking sex addict." Your face grew flushed again, gasping when he started to roll and pinch your nipples with his slender fingers again and even more aggressive than before. Your legs nearly gave out at the feeling.
He exhales out a low rumble from his chest next to your ear, leaning in a bit more to nibble at the lobe, then presses his tongue and teeth into the skin of your neck, biting and sucking down your jugular and down to your collarbone, making you moan uncomfortably. The hard and painful bites and the hot kisses and saliva along your frigid skin was leaving you overstimulated. A hand leaves your tit and grips your ass, pulling you in closer as he grinds onto your stomach. His clothed member felt hot and rigid against you. This wasn't the type of overstimulation that you needed either. God, you wanted to cum so badly but it felt like he was refusing to pleasure you in the way you wanted, and knew exactly what he was doing to you based on his smug expression pressed into the crook of your neck.
"Luckily for you I like it when good girls break down into tears when seeing stars on my cock." This was it. Your dream was happening. You'd never been able to pull the right guy before given your background and circumstance, but now it was finally happening. In your haste to find pleasure you reach down to the front of his unbuttoned jeans and let your fingers rub along the now slightly damp fabric. He must've tucked himself back into his trousers, and you couldn't blame him. It was freezing out in the open air.
He left more small bruises and bite marks on your neck and collarbone, moving the hand still messing with your breast down to your ribs as he takes the mound into his smirking mouth. In an instant it's already too much. You're struggling to not make too much noise as he swirls his tongue around. You feel something metallic flick away at your nipple as your head lolls back and to the side. You want to reach for his hair but there's something about him that makes you second guess whether or not you should do that. You opt for gripping onto the jacket along his shoulders instead.
The grip he had on your ass slipped down to your thigh and into the crook of your knee as he brought it up to his hip, accessing a better angle to grind into the one area you'd been waiting for him to notice. You couldn't help it anymore, as you have into your baser urges. You gently laced your fingers into his hair, allowing yourself to moan at the stimulation. Equally done with holding back, he started to get violent again. He bit down on your nipple, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to make you groan in pain before you realized it actually felt really good.
You nearly forgot what his quirk was up until he lowered your leg again and reached for the back of your panties to burn right through the T-shape in the back of them and tear them off of your body. The heat felt a lot closer to your skin than the last time you felt it. You flinched but tried to relax into the situation. It felt like that one time you forgot to turn a burner off and touched it later on. Surprising and painful. It only stung a bit as the other things your body was feeling felt a lot stronger than a little first degree burn. His tongue licked up your breast and neck then let out an exhale that sounded like the were was a bit of reverberation in his chest. The trail of saliva he left on you immediately turned cold.
He quickly turned you around to face the brick wall. The hand that was used to burn off your cute panties still felt pleasantly warm as it held onto your shoulder, pushing you harder into the surface.
You placed your hands on the wall and grip onto the gaps between the bricks for more support. The feeling of its rough scratchy surface against the brick on your soft chest, arms, and hands made you uncomfortable but you urged yourself to keep going with this. You lifted one of your legs and stepped out without him leading you to do so. The wispy cold air finally reached your wetness and you shivered. Hopefully you'll be warming up soon.
'Cowards live, coward live, cowards live-' it almost sounded wrong. Maybe you should start saying 'perverts live' instead since that's what had gotten you so far.
He pulled his length out of his briefs again, slapping it against your asscheek to let you feel just how hard it was. Your pussy began to ache again, but it was more from fear this time than arousal. You realized this might hurt, and hurt a lot more than being choked, or bitten. You squirmed a bit, just thinking about how embarrassing it is to have to tell someone you don't know that you were a stupid little virgin. He prods the outside of your drooling pussy, collecting your essence onto his tip and slathering it on his shaft with his movements. You immediately know that this is the last chance you'll get to say something.
"Hey wait!" You sounded panicked as you feel yourself ache again as you stopped him from thrusting himself inside. He growled as he grabbed the arm you were using to push one side of his hips away.
"You'll tear me apart if you don't go easy. I'm a fucking virgin." The side of your head was smooshed against the brick as you contorted your neck around enough to see his expression. His eyes looked like half crescents, slightly narrowed and honed on your position, eating up the sight of you in this darkened narrow space. The corners of his mouth pulled up unexpectedly into a sinister opened smile.
Your arm dropped after you said it. At this point it was up to him to actually take a slow pace that wouldn't rupture you open. You placed your hand along the wall again, feeling somewhat defeated and a little scared again.
"You want me to be nice, and stretch out your tight little virgin pussy with my fingers first then?" Was he genuinely looking for consent now of all times? Probably not, but maybe you made it awkward for the both of you and he was just returning the energy? Either way you hummed a low moan and a response, a plead that had yourself quivering against him again.
"Yes, please. I need this- more than you know." You sounded more breathless than you thought you'd be. You had to stop to breathe halfway through each of your sentences. You were in the bare. Your pushed up bunched skirt might as well have been a stupid looking belt, and you were squished against a brick wall and a man's - A man you did not know's- heated abdomen and crotch and yet you had to stop your mouth from drooling when begging him to go easy on you and not split you in two.
A warm- almost hot finger toyed at your entrance for a few seconds before pushing in slowly until he could feel the spongy spot of an unbroken hymen with his long digit, prodding at it with a meticulous pace as the alleyways hushed atmosphere degrades into a symphony of squelching with just one finger.
"I'm trying to decide whether or not to pop your cherry with my hand, or if I should crack you open with me really being inside you." He seems genuinely deep in thought. You knew which one you'd prefer, but it was entirely up to him which fate he would decide for you.
It didn't hurt at all yet but you knew this would've been a different feeling if it was his whole cock being thrusted into you instead. You could feel his finger try push all the way in to the knuckle, but your hymen stopped him again. He twists his wrist around, weakening the thin layer of flesh before pushing through it. You arch your back in pain as you look into the night sky instinctually and shiver silently in the cold air. Your mouth is agape and you swear goosebumps rose out of your skin for a moment.
"You like that? I'm surprised you can feel anything other than pain given how wet you are." He couldn't help but let out a little sadistic chuckle as he spanked your ass with a cupped hand which dulled the sound. He probably hadn't seen such a high strung and easily broken woman like this in his life before, and definitely not this close and personal that he almost couldn't believe his eyes. You couldn't shake the heat invading your face from his words and his hand defiling you. Even better- you feel his other hands pointer and middle finger brush against your clit in tight circles with a heavy hand. You secretly wanted this the moment you saw his electric blue eyes pierce right through you.
You could feel the tips of your fingers get rougher the more you clamber against the bricks and transfer micro tears into the pads of your fingers, trying to find a position that might make you more comfortable but there were barely any options. Certainly none as good as a handful of sheets balled into your clammy fists. You mute your volume as much as you can as you try to ride out the pain, but when he pulls out his finger just to replace it with two fingers you almost cried out for help again. It's so cold out that just two seconds of his wet fingers being out in the air made them freezing which only made the sensation worse.
As he pushes his fingers back into you, you let out a whine. It was still painful, but it was starting to become a dull ache. He slaps your ass again, finally thinking he should get you to cum already so he can finally sink himself into you. He reaches around to your front, searching for a moment before rubbing tight circles into your clit. You felt like an electrical current pulsed through you for a moment before he pinched gently.
There was starting to become a lot of pressure in your lower stomach muscles that became undeniable. You were gonna cum from a man you didn't even know the name of, let alone actually feel safe around and yet that was probably the best part. It felt like you were pulsing, and closing around his fingers. You'd never came like this before, so it almost came as a shock to you that you nearly curled in on yourself as you released against his fingers. You squeezed your eyes shut as you bite down on your thumb to keep your moaning inside, or at least attempted to minimize it.
As you exhaled deeply while coming down from your high, Dabi pulled out his fingers from your dripping cunt and rubs them against each other as he looks at them against the low light. The corner of his lips pulls up into a coy smile as he reaches down to stroke his cock with the pink hue of your fluids.
"I think you're prepped enough. You were about as wet as pancake batter down there, and looked like it too." He lines himself up with your hole, prodding the head in just enough for you to feel his Prince Albert and first rung of his Jacob's latter. Your face felt hot. You could barely feel the cold air around you. It felt like his quirks warmth was rubbing off on you. You knew fire quirk users normally ran hot, but this was a whole different level.
"Probably gonna still be a tight fit down there, so don't say I didn't warn you but I'll push in slow, just for you babe." He whispers the last part into your ear as you start to throb from his dirty words, and all the mental pictures he's painted for you.
You could feel yourself being spread apart with just the metal adorned tip rubbing along the roof of your pussy, and as he pushed in deeper you started to feel his other piercings drag along the bottom. You could fully understand why he got them now. They felt good for both parties. It felt like the length of his cock kept going until he finally bottomed out, sighing at the satisfying feeling.
"You made me work hard for this, but damn is it worth it." You couldn't help but disagree with him. If you knew this is what he could've done, you might've even offered to pay him. Who would be the prostitute then? Your head felt like it was filled with cotton after you came the first time, but this felt so much better than two fingers. There was no room left for anything else. A perfect fit. Goosebumps start to raise along your sex warmed skin and he gripped your hips, pulled back and thrusted rough and deep.
Your mouth fell open, but no sounds came out as you clutched the brick again. You could already feel yourself building up towards orgasm number two after just one thrust. You just barely felt his fingers twitch, wondering if he was thinking about toying with you still. All thought disappeared when he squeezed your hips tightly, drawing back again and thrusting in, finally deciding on a pace and keeping it. You nearly drew blood from chomping down on your bottom lip to keep all the sounds in. While one of his hands stayed firm on your hip the other reached to grab a handful of your ass then smacking, fully forgetting to try to keep the sounds down as he thrusts into your weeping hole fast enough to hear the slapping of skin on skin contact echo a short distance before dying out.
"God, you feel so good and tight. I might have to just keep you all for myself." You really hoped he didn't actually think like that, but the thought felt so liberating. Just lounging around all day, waiting for him to want to be inside of you again day after day. He'd be very disappointed in finding out your quirk if that was what he really wanted. You moaned a little bit louder than you previously had before, only making him get more rough. If you looked down you could see your breasts bounce after each thrust. You looked down a bit further down at your shoes and leg warmers that'd slid all the way down and were bunched up, encapsulated by his larger combat boots that you were previously so scared of.
You could feel yourself almost at your peak again, you were so close but there was something missing even as you pulsed around him and groaned. You reached down to touch your clit but your arm was grabbed and pulled all the way back before your finger could even graze it. You whined at the denial of not being able to help and pleasure yourself. Your wrist was being firmly held as he used it as leverage to fuck into you deeper.
"You want more? Is even this not enough?" He grabbed your other arm, pulling you back to meet his hips. You felt like you could feel him in your throat every time he pulled you back into each thrust. The tip of his dick hit deep inside at the perfect angle, making you go rigid. He noticed your body start to lock up, only making him slam you down his cock even faster.
You spasmed along his length as you came hard. You forgot to breathe while you were so close, and when you finally released you almost started hyperventilating. Dabi didn't let you have any time to catch your breath, pulling out and making you face him and hiking your leg up to his hip like before. He pushed you against the wall and signaled that he wanted your other leg too. You rationalized that in order to that, you were going to need to wrap your arms around his neck pull this position off, so you embraced him.
"Since you're so needy, let's see how you like this position." He aligned himself again and pushed all the way back into your tight wet hole, letting out a low groan as he sunk in slowly. You barely reacted once your other leg left the floor. You were too busy letting your head roll back in your silent pleasure as no sounds would come out again. If he wasn't gripping your ass cheeks so roughly you maybe would've thought you were ascending to a higher plane of existence as he dropped your weight down along himself as he thrusted into you at the same time. You had the words stuck in your throat on how to describe how you felt to him, but you tried to tell him anyways.
"You- feel like- heaven," you said in between thrusts and breaths. He sank into you deeply, resting your back against the wall, as he also caught his breath. He was feeling close. He was going to have to wrap up whatever he was doing here soon.
"Heaven? I can take you to heaven but I think that implies I'd have to kill you." You clenched around him. His threat not falling on deaf ears.
"What about Hell?" You paused, taking a deep inhale "that's where you're going, right?" His eyes narrowed on your face for a moment before he takes you away from the wall again and starts pumping back into you. It felt so good at this angle that you could almost scream every single time he hit the your spongy and sensitive g-spot.
"Hell is nice and all, but I think heaven needs good cock whores too." You muffled you moans into the hood of his jacket you pulled into your fist at some point. When you inhaled it had an even stronger smoke smell, just like cherry cigarettes.
"I'm gonna paint your insides white, doll face," He paused, trying to hold it in for just a few more seconds. "All you gotta do is take it all." As hot as it was, you didn't want him to cum inside. You whined, one hand in his hair, the other planted firmly on his shoulder, trying to tell him no. He shoved you against the brick wall again, letting you lean back against it, and opening your front to him. He reached down for your clit and circled it roughly. You tightened yourself without even meaning to. You couldn't control the pulsing and your hitched breathing. He twitched inside, pushing in deeply to your cervix. His cum shot out in thick hot ropes. The feeling of taking his cum inside so deeply almost made you orgasm so hard that it almost felt like a large cramp in your core. You fought with your muscles as you went rigid again, wrapping your legs around his waist and gripping onto his jacket and hair for dear life as tears welled in your eyes from the pleasure and pain. You both breathed heavily, and slightly hissing in pain. You from cumming too much, and him because you were pulling his hair a little too hard for his liking.
He untangled your fist away from his hair, and as soon as you came down from your high, and got your muscles to loosen he was finally able to pull out and set you down on the ground. You had to lean against the wall, crawling down it and finally landing on your exhausted legs. All of you was exhausted as you were finally able to catch your breath.
You looked up through your last stream of tears to see him redoing his belt back into its proper position. You could only assume this was were you parted ways. You grabbed your torn panties, placing them in your mini duffel, then throwing your shirt back on while placing your bra into your bag as well. You took a sneak peak at your phones locked screen. 12:12am. You spent an hour of your life losing your virginity, and you didn't mind it, even though you both thought it was unprompted.
"Hope you can walk, because you're on your own. I think I've wasted enough time fucking around for tonight." As nonchalant as ever, he started walking away. You didn't exactly like to see him leave after everything. You didn't even know his name. Your mouth opened to say something back to him. You were hoping to think of something snarky to leave him second guessing, but you knew you'd just ending up begging for him to not leave, so you shut your mouth tightly, and watched him disappear around a corner. You grabbed your bag, and used your quirk, teleporting yourself directly on the floor to your bathroom.
You held in the urge to vomit from your quirk usage, and passed out along your fluffy floor mat. Guess you were more tired than you thought.