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Hitoshi wasn't an idiot. Really, he wasn't. He'd be dead by now if he were.
With a quirk like his and the way people looked at him as if they were just waiting for him to fuck up, waiting for him to give them a reason to point and shout "Villain!", he had to be more careful than most. He had to be smarter.
What he was doing right now wasn't smart.
It's not like he made a habit of taking walks on the bad side of town, late at night when all the crazies come out. It's just that, sometimes, he'd rather take the risk of getting mugged rather than stay in his foster home for another second. It is what it is. And it's not like Hitoshi is helpless, not by a long shot; even before he joined the Hero Course he didn't hesitate to use his quirk on people who tried to cause trouble. He knew how to take care of himself on his little walks.
So what if it was a little later than when he usually went out, with the street lights long since having come on? So what if this area was far, far beyond any hero's patrol route? So what if he was still shaking and wiping tears off of his face from a bad altercation with his foster father?
It was fine. He was fine.
He even seemed to be avoiding trouble so far, keeping his head down and his shoulders hunched whenever he passed by the groups of people scattered around the dirty streets. No one was out here for a good reason and he didn't doubt that most of their stories were close to his own. He walked until his legs ached, until his breathing calmed down from the near-hyperventilation it had been at before. He had a passing thought to call Aizawa-sensei but discarded it almost as quickly. He didn't want to bother the man, even if he had said Hitoshi would never be a bother and to call him if he ever needed anything. He was probably on patrol anyway. Besides, he could handle this himself. He always had.
He kept walking, keeping his hands shoved into his pockets and his eyes ahead, until he heard a quiet little sound off to his left. He stopped, thankful that this street was empty and quiet as he strained his ears. He had to wait a bit, almost enough to give up and keep walking, before he heard it again.
"Mrow."
And, well. He's only human.
He cautiously walked into the alley to his left, scanning with sharp eyes to make sure he was the only person there. Once he deemed it safe, he cast his eyes around to where a cat-more like kitten with how squeaky the meow was-would be hiding. His search eventually led him to a pile of unfolded boxes, the top few wet from the rain that had petered off earlier in the day. The boxes moved a bit as he walked toward them, and he was gentle as he peeled them back.
It was a gorgeous little kitten, if a bit scraggly and malnourished from its time on the streets. Its left eye was glued shut with grime and the poor little thing looked like it could use a nice bath and good meal.
He cooed at the little thing, making soft noises and holding his hand out to coax it closer.
It took a bit, born and bred street cat as it were, before it came closer, butting its little head against Hitoshi's hand. He mentally mapped out where they were, calculating how late he would be getting back home if he took a detour to drop this little one off at the shelter. He was so wrapped up in his musings, stroking the little kitty's head to keep it calm and docile, that he didn't hear the crunching of gravel under boots behind him, didn't notice the shadow blocking the streetlight over his shoulder. Didn't notice until the kitty tensed up under his hand, back rearing up and a tiny hiss slipping out of its mouth. He felt his own body tense, ready to scoop up the cat and run away from whatever it saw as a threat behind him, but was cut off before he could even make a move by a raspy, amused voice.
"Well, well, what do we have here?"
He didn't waste a second as he rocketed to his feet, turning and making sure his back was away from the stranger as soon as he could. Aizawa's voice filtered through his head.
Always stay on your feet and ready to fight. Never let them see your back.
It was a good thing his eyes always adjusted easily to the dark since the streetlight was shadowing the man behind him. He was tall (taller than Hitoshi at least) and willowy, thin limbs wrapped in a scraggly black coat. At first, the only thing he could make out was his eyes.
They were a bright, piercing blue, seeming to almost glow in the shadows all around them, and he stared into them for a moment longer than was wise. Something about them seemed hauntingly familiar, and it wasn't until he got a look at the rest of him that he realized why.
Bright blue eyes. Stitched purple skin. A scarecrow mouth curled into a mean smirk, letting out the slightest bit of steam at the side.
He had never met the man in person, a rarity among Class A. But he knew exactly who this was.
Dabi.
All at once he realized how absolutely fucked he was. Dabi was blocking off the only exit to the alley and even if he managed to get past the man, he would be able to conjure cremation flames with a flick of his wrist to stop him anyway. He had broadcasted his face onto every fucking screen in the country when he competed in the Sports Festival, so at the very least Dabi would know he was from UA. He wouldn't just let him walk away.
He could try fighting the man, he seemed a bit scrawnier than Hitoshi but that would only give him the opportunity to burn him up close. His only chance was to get him with his quirk and hold him long enough for Hitoshi to get far, far away.
And yet, as he found his gaze unerringly drawn back to Dabi's, he found he couldn't speak at all.
"Little heroes should be in bed by now." Dabi all but purred, taking a step forward and sending the kitty behind his leg scurrying away into the darkness. At least one of them would be safe. He tried to hold his ground, he really did, but Dabi took another step and he found himself backing up, pure survival instinct to get away from the threat, even though he knew nothing was behind him but the hard brick wall of another building that closed the alley into a dead end.
A dead end with an empty street beyond it, with no one to hear him scream.
Idiot. He thought, mouth going dry as his back finally hit cold brick. You absolute fucking idiot, Hitoshi.
Dabi stopped when he did, still a few steps of distance between them, and cocked his head. He looked at Hitoshi like he was a particularly amusing bug. He stayed still, heart beating rabbit-quick in his throat and breath picking up to fill the silence between them. Dabi still made no move to come closer, and he wondered if the villain was thinking of creative ways to kill him.
Eventually, he roved his eyes up and down.
He did it slowly, like he was savoring the way Hitoshi was shaking like a newborn foal. He still couldn't make his mouth open, still couldn't try to use his quirk and end this, and it seemed like Dabi was well aware. He took his time looking at Hitoshi, from his scruffy sneakers to his ripped jeans, eyes snagging on the peak of fishnets that lined his legs underneath the jeans (a whimsical fashion choice that he was seriously regretting now), up to the oversized t-shirt he wore, collar so wide that slipped down to show a bit of his collarbone.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's dangerous to go outside when it's dark?" He asked, taking another slow step forward, watching with a hungry amusement as Hitoshi tried to back further into the wall.
"I-" He tried, throat failing him as fear crept up his spine. "Y-you-"
"M-me?" Dabi mocked, giving him a wide grin that made him flinch with the way the staples tugged, how he could see a shiny bit of gums beyond the strain.
"You know who I am, little one?" He husked, stepping closer again and stopping. It was like he was drawing it out.
Hitoshi didn't answer, head spinning as he tried to find a way out of this. His phone was in his back pocket, and Dabi would probably roast him if he moved for it. He thought back to earlier, all the reasons he shouldn't be out that he stubbornly brushed off.
Too dark. No hero patrols. Too spent from an earlier fight.
Oh gods. He thought hysterically as Dabi closed in, so close that he could reach out and touch his chest. I'm going to die here aren't I?
"Not much of a talker, are you?" He mused, reaching for him. He flinched back on instinct, too indoctrinated on rough touches from his foster homes to assume it would be anything else. What else would he expect from an A-Rank villain? What else would Dabi want but to hurt him?
He screwed his eyes shut, bracing for the pain.
It felt like his heart stopped beating when a cold, calloused finger brushed over his bottom lip. He opened his eyes and his breath stopped right along with his heart when he noticed how close the man was. He was staring down at him with something unreadable in his eyes.
He sucked in a quiet breath through his nose, unable to do anything but watch as Dabi stroked his thumb over his lower lip, over and over again like he was hypnotized. He was still too afraid to say anything, too afraid to move with the villain this close to him. Eventually, his thumb popped off of his lower lip, skating over his chin to his jaw. He rubbed over the faint ridge settled there, once, twice, before his brow furrowed and he followed the line.
He fought back nausea at the memories of what left that scar there.
He followed the line up the side of his jaw, tracing as it scooped under his eye to the bridge of his nose, and it wasn't until Dabi found that the line continued to the other side of his face that he realized what it was. The fingers pressed to his face suddenly became unbearably hot and he couldn't help but whimper at the pain, still too afraid to open his mouth and make any other noise.
Dabi sucked in a breath and the fingers were cold again, shushing him in the way one might a small child.
Hitoshi had officially lost the plot. There was a member of the League tracing his muzzle scars and then shushing him when he scared him, cooing at him like he wasn't a sadistic murderer.
UA had trained him for a lot over his second year, but it certainly hadn't trained him for this.
"Looks like good society hasn't been nice to you either, has it sweetheart?" And-
Well.
Logically, he knew it was a villain calling him a pet name. A pet name he was almost certain he didn't actually mean but-
He had always been weak for pet names.
So he really couldn't help the shiver that moved up his spine like electricity, the way his eyelids fluttered in a way that he hoped was too fast for the villain to notice.
He had always had shitty luck.
Dabi raised a brow at the reaction, before a grin that was ten times more terrifying up close tracked across his face.
"Aww, did you like that?" He crooned, pressing closer until their chests were just barely brushing, grinning even wider at the hitch in Hitoshi's breath.
"You like it when I'm sweet to you, baby?"
On instinct he shook his head, causing Dabi's hand to fall from his cheek to his chin, taking hold of it with his thumb in a way that made him feel unbelievably small.
"No, I think you do." He said, voice dropping low and husky and he. shivered again, feeling his face grow hot.
"See? Look at that pretty blush." Dabi said, and Hitoshi was pretty sure that he'd be passing out if Dabi and the wall weren't holding him up.
What the fuck is happening here? Why isn't he doing anything to stop it?
Still he couldn't open his mouth, looking up with wide eyes.
"Fuck," Dabi whispered, looking down at him and licking his lips and suddenly, all at once, he realized exactly what was happening, or at least what was about to happen.
He should take this chance. Dabi was distracted. If he shoved him and ran fast enough, he might make it out of the alley. If he could just get out the alley and into the street, then-
There were cold fingers skimming his hips.
He jerked in Dabi's hold, gasping as the villain's free hand crept under the hem of his shirt, ghosting over the sharp jut of his hip bones. The baggy jeans he wore hung low, almost indecently so in a way that he didn't really care about until right now. The hem of the fishnet stockings he wore underneath sat a little higher on his waist, so the point of his hip bones poked out through the holes on either side.
"You definitely shouldn't be walking around at night in these, kitten." He side, thumbing the waistband of his tights and fuck. Fuck.
Not only did Dabi discover his weakness for pet names, he somehow landed on his favorite one almost immediately.
He sunk his teeth into his bottom lips just a second too late, unable to stop the small, pathetic little noise than came out when Dabi called him kitten. The villain chuckled in a way that told Hitoshi he definitely noticed.
His head was spinning. When did this alley get so hot?
Dabi let go of his chin so his hand could join its twin, both of them finally clamping down on Hitoshi's hips, groaning under his breath at the way his middle fingers touched on the small of his back. He felt himself go weak in the knees as Dabi loomed over him.
He should run. He should scream. He should do something, anything to stop what was happening, what was about to happen. He should fight back, take a fiery death over what the villain had planned for him.
Yet he stayed rooted in place, unable to move, unable to make a sound.
He could tell himself all day that it was because he was afraid. He could tell himself that he didn't want to die, fuck pride, just stay still and the let villain do what he wanted so he could stand a chance of making it out alive. Anyone would understand.
He could tell himself whatever he wanted.
It didn't change the fact that his pussy was leaking into his panties, that his clit was throbbing at the strong, unyielding grip the man had on his hips. And sure, Hitoshi was a healthy teenager. He had...urges. He was just as horny as anyone else his age, but most people sated those urges by clumsily grinding with someone their own age, not letting adult villains feel them up in dark alleys.
All he had to do was open his mouth to make this stop. Just one little question and it's over.
And yet his mouth didn't open. Why wouldn't his mouth open? Why couldn't he stop this?
Why did he not want to stop this?
Hitoshi had always thought for most of his life that he wasn't a good person. Mostly because of his quirk, but now...
Now he wasn't fighting back. Not only was he not fighting back, but he was also enjoying it. He felt a little sick to his stomach, like he was one of those perverts who liked getting felt up on the train.
He was a bad person, wasn't he?
Bakugou would've already sent an explosion right into Dabi's face. Midoriya would've jumped away with one kick of his super-quirked legs. Aizawa would've given Dabi a quirk-filled glare and an uppercut right to the chin.
Hitoshi didn't move.
You absolute waste. He thought miserably as Dabi pulled him closer. Useless excuse of a hero.
And yet even this simple touch felt so good. How long had it been since someone touched him like this? Softly, gently, like he deserved to be cherished?
What awful things did it say about him that the first person to do so was a villain?
He felt tears spring to his eyes as Dabi held him close, ducking down to nose along Hitoshi's neck. He trembled in his arms, gripping onto the charred, smoky fabric of Dabi's coat as he let him skim his lips, one smooth, one rough, over the porcelain skin of his neck. He felt a feather-light kiss press to his skin, right over where his pulse pounded in his neck, and he let his head fall onto Dabi's shoulders. Everything felt hazy and cool and comfortable, like he wasn't being embraced and kissed by a wanted criminal.
"There you go, kitten." Dabi whispered. He whimpered into the older man's neck. "Easy now. It feels good, doesn't it?"
Still he didn't speak, legs so wobbly that he had to put his full body weight on Dabi and hope that he held him up. His core was throbbing, thighs clenching.
"I've got you, sweet thing." Dabi whispered into his ear, and Hitoshi had never believed in the devil but, if he did, he thought he might sound just like Dabi does right now. "So needy," He sighed when he noticed the way Hitoshi's thighs trembled.
"Will you let me take care of you, baby?"
"I-" He whispered, trying to clear his throat and sound more authoritative. "W-we shouldn't-" He might not be able to physically fight back for some reason but at least he could protest verbally. Maybe Dabi would leave him alone if he actually told him to stop. Dabi pulled back until they were face to face and tilted his head, reminding him of a confused dog for one hysterical second. Then he smirked, lips peeling back to show teeth that seemed impossibly sharp in the low light, and he had to revise his statement.
Dabi was a wolf.
"Shouldn't?" He mused, looking down at him like he was an amusing toy (at the moment that observation might not be inaccurate) before leaning forward, making Hitoshi lean back again on instinct until Dabi had him fully pressed against the wall, chest to chest.
"Why?" Dabi took advantage of their proximity to worm a leg between his own and, before Hitoshi could do anything to react, pressed it up between his legs. His jeans were ratty and not all that thick, so he felt the pressure of a thigh on his cunt almost immediately. He didn't have nearly enough self-control to stop the gasp that ripped from his mouth. He forgot what they were talking about completely when Dabi's thigh ground against him, somehow unerringly finding his clit underneath all the fabric. The feeling made his legs shake.
He had gotten off by himself before, of course he had. He even had toys squirreled away at home that, objectively, felt better than this. But there was something about not being alone, about someone else giving him pleasure that cranked every sensation up to 100.
Dabi just kept watching him with those glowing eyes, now half-lidded as they watched Hitoshi squirm on his thigh and try to bite back little moans of pleasure.
"It feels good, doesn't it?"
Before he could try to answer (if he even could) Dabi suddenly bounced his leg. Not dramatically enough to take Hitoshi's feet off the ground, but strong enough to break their connection and bring pressure down hard on his clit when they came back together.
And this time he couldn't help it. He knew he was giving in, he knew he was giving the villain exactly what he wanted but...Dabi was right. It did feel good.
He moaned at the feeling, not trying to stop his hips from rutting and grinding against Dabi's leg. He felt pathetic. Not only because he was getting off with a villain, but because he was doing it by humping his leg like some...some animal. Some desperate puppy that wanted to get off so bad they didn't care how they looked to anyone else.
He was sure Dabi was going to tease or degrade him for it, but it seemed the villain was going to surprise him once again.
"There we go." He whispered. "You're doing so good. Taking what you need like that, such a good boy for me."
He cried out, thighs clenching around Dabi's leg as he threw his head back. Fuck, why did this feel so good? He had humped pillows before but that was nothing like this. Nothing like Dabi whispering in his ear, praising him and goading him on. He managed to open his teary eyes, hips still rolling to grind his clit against Dabi's leg, and he whined when he saw how the villain was watching him. He seemed to be switching between watching Hitoshi grind himself on his leg and staring at his face.
They locked eyes again and the villain looked somehow smug and hungry at the same time. He couldn't blame him; he got exactly what he wanted from Hitoshi just with a few soft touches and whispered words.
Gods, he really was easy, wasn't he?
His breath stuttered as he felt that familiar tightening in his stomach, hips faltering in their rhythm as he approached his peak.
"I-" He gasped, "I'm gonna-"
Cold hands gripped his hips, forcing him to grind harder and faster as his moans got louder in the still night. He couldn't feel his legs. He wasn't even sure his hips would still be moving if Dabi weren't forcing him along, mercilessly dragging his cunt along the length of his thigh and pushing him closer to his orgasm.
It had barely been five minutes since they started.
He couldn't stop, couldn't hold back even if he wanted to. Dabi was relentless, drinking in Hitoshi's cries as he got closer and closer-
"D-dabi!"
His vision whited out, thighs clamping around the villain's thigh as he tipped over the edge, whining shamelessly into the night.
He didn't know how long he was gone when he came back, only aware of his hips still twitching in aftershocks where they were still clamped around Dabi's leg. He wasn't leaning back against the wall anymore, now nestled against Dabi's chest just like he was earlier. One of the villain's hands was running up and down his back, surprisingly soothing, while the other one was combing through his hair. He trembled against the older man's chest, feeling wet fabric under his face and realizing he had either started crying or drooling.
"Back with me, kitten?" He just gripped Dabi's jacket harder, hearing how utterly satisfied the other man was just from his voice. He seemed to be expecting a response but he knew his voice was shot, so he just nodded shyly.
"Good." He purred. "I'm not done with you yet."
He stepped back slowly, giving Hitoshi the chance to detach his fingers from his coat and gather his balance. He swallowed down the needy whimper that rose in his throat, somehow feeling incredibly vulnerable as slick dried in his underwear and Dabi backed up. For a moment the villain just watched him, eyes tracking over his heaving chest and shaky legs, He smirked down at him, only making Hitoshi's legs even shakier, before speaking again.
"Turn around, pretty boy."
He shivered, chewing on his bottom lip as he hesitated. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembered he should never turn his back on a villain, but that was overshadowed by the knowledge of where Dabi was taking this. And as much as he hated himself for it, he wanted it.
He took in a shaky breath, slowly turning until he was facing the brick wall. He felt Dabi's eyes on him like a brand (a metaphor he probably shouldn't be making right now) and he shivered at their weight.
"Go on, sweetheart. You know what to do."
He swallowed, sounding as loud as a gunshot in the silence of the alley, before bending forward, placing both his hands on the wall and sticking his ass out towards Dabi. His pussy clenched at the action, at how he was basically putting himself on display for the villain.
"Good boy." He breathed, not moving as he assumedly took in the view. He felt heat rush to his face at how shameless he was being, bending over and practically begging to be fucked.
What would Aizawa-sensei think of you now?
He clenched his eyes shut.
He didn't jump as he felt fingers on his fly, trying to keep his breathing steady as the button was popped and the zipper undone. Dabi dragged his pants down with agonizing slowness until they rested just above his knees. His fishnets followed quickly until all he was left in was the plain pair of grey panties he had worn out tonight. They were nothing special but he heard Dabi's breath pick up behind him as he saw how they stuck to Hitoshi's cunt. He bit his lip as he felt a finger ghost over it.
"Hmm," Dabi said, tapping fingers on both hands where the panties rested over his hips, the thinnest parts of them. "Do you particularly like these?"
His nose scrunched. Why were they talking about his clothes now? Still, he shook his head. These were his cheapest pair.
"Good."
He gasped as the fingers on his hips heated up, pulling away with the sides of his panties in their grasp before they could burn him. He smelled burning fabric and whipped his head around, watching as Dabi burned off the sides of his underwear and then pulled them off completely. Dabi grinned at him, bringing the seat of his underwear up to take a long sniff at the fabric. He felt his mouth drop open, shocked at the nastiness even as he felt himself get even wetter at the sight.
Dabi pulled away and tucked them into his jacket. "I'll be keeping these."
He looked back down to where Hitoshi was bare to him, leaking down his thighs, and he licked his lips. Hitoshi couldn't tear his eyes away as Dabi tilted his head again, considering, before reaching down to pull his fishnets back up to where they were. He barely had time to furrow his brow before Dabi was hooking two fingers in the hole right above his cunt, feeling them brush against his wetness before the villain gave a sharp yank.
He gasped as a hole was torn in the stockings, just big enough for Dabi to fuck him through.
He took his hands back when he was done, seemingly unable to tear his eyes away from where Hitoshi was wet and needy for him. "Fuck..." He sighed, drawing the word out and making Hitoshi blush even more before he took one hand back and brought it down hard against his ass.
"Ah!"
"Oh?" He said, in a voice like Christmas came early. He whipped his head back around, staring at the brick ahead of him as he burned in embarrassment. "Did you like that, baby?"
He shook his head immediately in denial.
SMACK.
"Good boys don't lie." Dabi said, and there was nothing to hide the way Hitoshi clenched his thighs together. He might as well have been bare for all the protection the fishnets provided against the spanks.
SMACK.
"Not gonna answer me, sweetheart?"
SMACK.
He moaned, high and sharp in his throat. Fuck, he was enjoying this. He had never even considered he might like spanking before.
SMACK.
"Fuck!" He whined, and Dabi chuckled behind him.
"There's that pretty voice."
SMACK.
"Say it baby." Dabi commanded, and Hitoshi was panting at this point. It hurt so bad but it felt so good and Hitoshi simultaneously wanted it to be over so Dabi would fuck him and he also never wanted it to stop.
SMACK.
"P-please!"
The villain tutted behind him. "That's not what I wanted to hear, pretty."
SMACK.
"Please fuck me!" He couldn't hold it back anymore, practically gagging for it. His thighs were trembling, pussy throbbing with how much he just wanted Dabi to pound into him.
SMACK.
Dabi hummed as he ran a hand across Hitoshi's ass, soothing and burning all at once. "Not exactly what I wanted to hear, but how could I deny you begging me to fuck you?"
The hand left, and he barely had time to whine before he heard a belt buckle behind him.
He panted, trying to catch his breath as he felt Dabi spread him open. He quivered as the villain took a moment to feast his eyes, having never felt more exposed in his life.
What did that say about him that it only made him more turned on?
"So pretty." Dabi said, almost to himself, before he stepped forward and Hitoshi felt something that definitely wasn't Dabi's hand brushing against his opening.
"Just breathe, sweetheart." Dabi whispered. "I'll make you feel good."
He listened, trying to relax as what had to be Dabi's cock pressing against him, sliding slick against his cunt before the tip popped in. He gasped, already feeling the stretch of what must've been a horse cock. At least that's what it felt like; he had never actually done this before. Dabi let out a breath between his teeth. "That's it." He crooned, pressing forward at a steady, if slow, pace. Hitoshi was taking deep breaths, forcing himself to stay lax so Dabi could get further inside. It felt like his cock never ended.
Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, Dabi bottomed out. Hitoshi had his head hanging down between his shoulders by now, eyes clenched shut and beaded with tears. The villain went still once he was all inside, stroking his hands up Hitoshi's sides.
"Look at you," He cooed. "Taking all of me. Such a good boy." He groaned as Hitoshi clenched on him, laughing a bit.
"Who knew the little hero wanted to get fucked this bad? You're dripping for me, baby."
His mouth fell open as Dabi slowly, slowly pulled back, feeling every single inch as his cock left Hitoshi's hole. He felt it as drool started dripping out of his mouth, joining what was probably a puddle of slick on the asphalt at this point. It ached, just on the edge of burning; he hadn't caught a glimpse of Dabi's dick but it had to be big for how much it was stretching him. His hands were tight on Hitoshi's hips, keeping him steady and holding him up in equal measure.
He kept up that slow pace for a while, reaching around to draw circles on Hitoshi's clit when he tensed in discomfort. It felt like forever before something inside of him unclenched and the glide was smooth and easy. On the next thrust in, Hitoshi moaned long and loud.
"Brace yourself, kitten." Dabi breathed out, his voice only now betraying how much effort he had put into holding back. "I'm gonna have you screaming my name before we're done."
And damn if he didn't deliver.
He pulled out again only to slam back inside, and Hitoshi wasn't even done crying out before he did again, and again, and again. It seemed all of his patience had run out now that he wasn't hurting anymore, and Dabi was ready to take his pleasure. Soon the alley was filled with the sound of skin slapping, Dabi's hoarse grunts, Hitoshi's moans, and the slick squelching of the villain pounding his pussy.
It was all he could do to hold himself up, feeling the way his own wetness flew everywhere from how hard he was fucked.
"Shit," The villain groaned. "So. Fucking. Tight!" He punctuated each word with a thrust until it seemed like Hitoshi couldn't get his breath back, gasping as much as he was moaning. He hoped no one walked past this alley right now; he sounded like an absolute slut.
Aren't you though? A sinister voice whispered in his head. Getting fucked in public by a villain. Sounds like a back-alley whore to me.
His eyes rolled back in his head. He was sure he'd need to think about the fact that being called a whore turned him on but...later.
"Feeling good, pretty thing?" Dabi asked, as if his moans and whines didn't tell him all he needed to know about how Hitoshi was feeling. His hands were gripping his hips so hard that it would definitely bruise and the thought of the villain marking him only made him fly higher. This situation was fantastical enough, but the thought of Dabi marking him made it better. Seeing handprints in the mirror for days to come, tracing over where Dabi held him in place while he made him lose his mind? Possessive fingers wrapped around his hips that he could press down on and jerk off to while thinking about what was happening right now? He couldn't think of anything better.
He must have said some of that out loud because the next thing he knew Dabi was laughing meanly. "Yeah baby? You want my mark on you? I'll do you one better."
He slipped his hands under the fishnets until he was pressing against Hitoshi's bare skin, seemingly taking a moment to line them up just how he wanted before-
His hips jerked as Dabi heated his hands up, searing into his skin in a way that should've hurt, should've made him panic but instead he was wailing, clenching, and cumming around Dabi's cock without him even touching his clit. It was a good thing Dabi was already holding him up because he definitely would've fallen once his orgasm swept through him, longer and harder than any he'd ever had.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Dabi shouted, slamming into him two, three more times before groaning loud and long, filling Hitoshi with a load of warmth that made him clench on instinct.
Good thing he was on birth control.
They stayed there, panting and trembling for a while before Dabi gave a fucked out laugh, finally sliding his hands out from under his fishnets. The air stung against what were undoubtedly Dabi's handprints burned into his skin, but it only made him whine in pleasure. He stayed where he was as Dabi gently pulled out, shivering at the way his cum started leaking out of his hole. He wasn't anywhere near being able to move yet, just listening to the rustle of fabric behind him as the villain righted his clothes.
Eventually it was quiet, and he thought Dabi was gearing up to say something before-
Click.
He turned his head as fast as he could manage, seeing Dabi grinning behind him and holding up a phone pointed directly at him.
He took a picture. He thought blearily.
He did his best to glare at the villain, probably completely failing and it coming off as a sated stare, before Dabi pressed his thumb down again.
Click.
He whimpered as Dabi laughed. "Just something to remember you by, kitten."
"Though," He mused, taking a second to rove his eyes over Hitoshi again, lingering on where his cum was still leaking out of his pussy. "Something tells me we'll meet again." And without another word he turned and walked away, leaving Hitoshi bare and leaking in the alley.
He took a second more to catch his breath once the villain left before slowly pulling his jeans up. They did their job in covering him but he could already feel Dabi's cum pooling in the crotch as it continued to leak out of him. He resolved to process...all of this tomorrow. He had just turned to leave the alley when-
"Mrow."
He turned, squinting into the shadows to see the little kitten that started this mess, peering up at him warily. He huffed, hobbling his way over to it and doing the same song and dance as before to get it to come closer.
Soon enough he had a kitten tucked into his chest as he limped to the animal shelter, resolving himself to give the kitten to the shelter and go home to collapse in bed.
He'd deal with everything else when he woke up.