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satancopilotsmytardis · 2 days ago

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Chasing A Rabbit

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Summary: Commissioned by @evilbrat2013. Tomura has made himself the kingpin of Kamino. It has taken years of dedicated work, blood, and sweat, but now that he is in charge he thinks that he has everything figured out. And then he meets Dabi and something inside of himself just falls out of place until he can figure out how to reform himself around the rabbit’s jagged pieces.

Contents: Shifters AU, Wolf!Tomura, Bunny!Dabi, ABO, Dabi’s Suicidal Tendancies, Prostitution, Predator/Prey Society, Cannibalism, Implied Sexual Assault/Rape/Re-Traumatization, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Knotting, Fear Play, Multiple Orgasms, Wet and Messy, Praise Kink, Overstimulation, Sounding, Dabi has Genital Piercings, Belly Bulge, Size Kink, Scent Kink, Cum Inflation (mild), Orgasm Delay, Mating Cycles/Heat, Cheating, The Boys are NOT Okay– but They’re Working On It, BDSM, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Total Power Exchange, Sugar Baby

Word Count: 14,992

Taking over the Kamino territory was something that Tomura had been longing for years now. Ever since he turned eighteen and his father told him that he would be stepping back from some of his empire to focus on some of his other interests. But it had taken another four years of working in the organization with other people before Tomura had actually learned enough to manage an area of his own as well as figure out how to talk to people. His father did a lot for him, but socialization was not something that he'd cared much about given he didn't have the magic of being a shifter inside of him. Tomura knows that only one in a billion lack that, but when All For One had first found him on the street, he had been startled by the lack of a clear secondary species from him. And growing up with someone who saw the natural traits of a wolf as nothing but a nuisance, meant that Tomura was not at all suited to interacting with other species, let alone considered 'normal' for wolves. His strangeness was extremely off-putting to people at first, but after a while he managed to craft that into something that people still would choose to follow, just like his teacher had. He still doesn't act quite the way that he's supposed to when it comes to his species, but he thinks that just helps to make him more adaptable.

But perhaps not quite as adventurous or reckless as the rabbit that he sees arguing with the lion and brown bear guards who are standing at the entrance of the black market tonight. The rabbit looks like he's already been through hell. Most of his skin is warped purple with swaths of old burns along his body, the damage so extensive that he's had his skin stapled back onto the rest of him. And there is quite a lot of skin on display as he is in a deep red pleather outfit that consists of shorts, with straps and buckles that loop around his hips, more straps wrapping around his biceps and waist, with fur arm sleeves in the same color as the leather on both arms and wrapping around his shoulders before it drops down into a hood. That strange section is attached to a mesh crop top that shows off his toned chest and stomach, the shorts low enough to show the sharper v of his hips. His boots are a mismatched height on his legs, one ending at his ankle, the other creeping halfway up his calf, but they match each other in all other aspects down to the cut out at the arch of the platforms so that he is given three extra inches on his height. It still doesn't help him reach eye-level with the bouncers whose fur is starting to bristle with their agitation.

Tomura moves up to the three, noting that the rabbit must dye his hair because the spiky halo of it around his head is pitch black while his ears are long and white, flattened so that they stretch down his back and secured at the bottom with a strap that matches his outfit. He gets close enough to actually hear the conversation past the bustle of the rest of the city.

"--if I want!" His voice is rougher than he would have expected coming out of a rabbit's throat, the way he curls his lips back around his teeth screaming that he learned that from predators even though the teeth he exposes really can't be mistaken as threatening.

"Look, unless you're looking to be devoured, you need to fucking hop off, rabbit." One of his enforcers says.

"Fuck you, kitten!" The rabbit immediately barks back, his whole body bristling like he might... try to fight him if he isn't allowed entrance.

"Can I ask why you're so keen to get inside?" He asks easily as he comes up about a meter behind the rabbit. His enforcers immediately straighten up and try to look like they had the situation handled, and the rabbit takes in their reactions to him, the brightest blue eyes that Tomura has ever seen flicking over them and then dragging down his body. Tomura tries not to straighten himself under that assessing stare. He knows what he looks like in his well-tailored suit, his long white hair mostly tied back into a ponytail, his ears tilted to give them his full attention, and he has taken great effort in cultivating an air of importance and power since he pushed his way to the top of his father's organization over the past four years to prove himself as a worthy successor.

"Because I want work." The rabbit tells him. "All of the other markets in the area haven't ever stopped me from going in before."

"There's not much work for prey in there." He says easily. "You might have more luck elsewhere."

The rabbit bares his teeth at him again. "Fuck you too, puppy. I know what I can handle."

It's been a long time since anyone has had the nerve to talk to him like that in two years and instead of that making his fur bristle like it might have in the past, it has Tomura holding his tail still so it doesn't wag. "Alright. Well then that's your prerogative." He turns his attention to his enforcers and they step aside, letting them move through the alleyway. The rabbit doesn't wait for him to fall into step with him, he tilts his nose up and starts to walk straight through the darkness towards the hustle and bustle on the other side. Tomura follows after him at a comfortable pace, curious beyond anything he has felt in a long time as he watches this strange prey walk right into a place that is a feeding frenzy.

He's been able to smell the meat cooking for half a mile, as is common each night when the sun sets. No matter how the laws on the books tell the whole world that eating meat is illegal, there are black markets like this one in every city across every prefecture of this country. And having these places keeps devourings down as the police turn a blind eye to it all as long as the meat eating, buying, and selling are kept within areas like this. And of course, if people are already breaking one of the biggest taboos in the world here, it's no surprise that he has been able to make most illegal things available here and have more people willing to indulge. As he walks behind the rabbit, he can't help letting his eyes drift down to his ass, watching his cute fluffy white tail bounce and taking in just how short his shorts really are as he figures out pretty quickly what kind of work the prey is probably looking for. It's still a dangerous gamble to go into a market to get it. There are surely vendors who will try to snatch him up and strap him down to the counters behind their stalls and auction him off piece by piece.

Tomura was just coming to the market to take a walk around and make sure there wasn't anything going on that he hadn't been made aware of, but as soon as they get into the market, he can't help himself from always trying to keep within a few meters of the rabbit as he moves around the stalls and streets that have formed in the area that the black market has taken over. He watches as someone tries to grab him, only for the rabbit to bring his arm back, forearm bashing into the alligator's cheek and tearing skin and scales from his face as Tomura finds out at the same time that the fluffy armbands seem to be hiding an array of spikes beneath the fibers. The rabbit follows up the hit by kicking the alligator as hard as he can in the crotch, bashing his nose in on his knee as he goes down with such a sickening crunch that anyone who hadn't already turned to look at the smell of fresh blood, has their attention locked on the exchange now.

The rabbit leans down to the much bigger creature, to the predator that he just brought to his fucking knees with a few well-placed hits, and pulls his wallet out of his pocket and takes a 5,000 yen note out of it before he tosses it back onto the alligator's head. "Touching me will always cost you. Next time make sure it's only your cash if you want to walk away with just a bruised ego and broken nose." He straightens back up and looks at the many predators who are all staring at him now. "Legs open at ten, but if you don't have the balls to do anything other than stare, I'm at La Vénus tomorrow at eleven."

And then he just. Turns his back on the rest of the alligator's buddies and walks away. Tomura is absolutely not the only one staring after him as he goes, but he is the first to manage to make his legs work through his shock and keep following him. The rabbit continues to go down the streets looking for... something. Turning more heads at the strangeness that comes from a rabbit being present and from the whispers that start to follow him as well. The rabbit seems to find what he's looking for after about five minutes and Tomura's ears pin as flat to his head as the stoat who the rabbit grins at as he orders from his stall.

The stoat shakes his head at first, but then the rabbit presents him with the note he stole off of the alligator. Hesitantly, the stoat sets four skewers of rabbit meat into the paper boat and hands it over the counter to the stranger. He seems to delight in making eye contact with the stoat as he brings the first one to his mouth and takes a big bite. Tomura doesn't know if he's aroused, disgusted, or fascinated as the rabbit continues to walk around with his meal, eating every bite of meat off of the skewer as he gets a lay of the land. He makes his way to the section of the market where most of the prostitutes tend to gather so they can take people in and out of the love hotel that Tomura made sure was here and functional for their use. He lingers with all manner of other creatures waiting to take clients, but he is the only prey standing among them.

When the rabbit finally stops moving, Tomura finds himself not just catching up to him, but stopping in front of him like he was drawn in by a magnetic pull. Blue eyes flick up to him disinterestedly. "It's not ten yet, puppy."

Tomura doesn't know if he's ever wanted someone so badly that it's felt like his brain melted out of his ears when he's not even in his rut, but he moves aside and waits until the clock strikes ten on the dot so he can be the first to approach the rabbit again.

He snorts when he does. "What do you want?"

"What's your name?"

It has derisive blue eyes looking at him balefully from beneath half-lidded eyes. "That'll cost you on top of whatever services you want. I charge extra for taking a knot and even more if you want to do it without protection."

Tomura hasn't ever had a rabbit on his knot before, and the thought of having such a small creature stretched open around him has his blood heating before he's even made the conscious decision that he really does want to pay to fuck this rabbit. "I'm sure I can afford anything that you'll give me."

The rabbit snorts but turns and starts to walk towards the entrance of the love hotel. He doesn't know if he's ever felt so out of control when he's not on his rut, but the time it takes for them to be given their room slips away entirely from his mind and when they're inside, he is easily able to ignore the smell of the industrial cleansers that have been layered over everything in favor of focusing on how immediately the rabbit reaches for the belts and straps on his shorts. He doesn't hesitate to pull them down, showing Tomura that his cock is tucked into a little thong before he turns around and crawls onto the bed, dropping his shoulders down and pushing his ass up. He presents for him and then reaches his fingers back to start to tease around his cute, little pink hole and Tomura's sanity snaps as he smells sweetness start to perfume the air.

He is at the foot of the bed in an instant, catching the rabbit's wrist, careful of the sleeve because he doesn't know where more of the spikes are hidden, as he holds him in place. His bones feel so small and delicate beneath his grip and the rabbit gasps, trembling slightly. But that doesn't make him stop leaking as he shows Tomura that he's a hybrid omega.

"You don't have to be gentle, but if I think you're going to kill me, I'll make sure you don't walk away from this without scars. I'll make you feel it every day for the rest of your life." The rabbit says, his voice a little breathless.

"I'm not going to hurt you, bunny," his mouth feels like it's so full of his fangs as he climbs into bed with him, pulled along by desire so sharp that he couldn't fight it if he wanted to. He folds himself along the rabbit's back, pressing his nose to his neck to try and find his scent, but smoke seems to cling to his skin. Tomura is usually so in control of his sexual encounters, but on nothing but this rabbit's presence alone, he feels drunk on his desire. He brings two fingers to the rabbit's hole, rubbing against him, teasing inside, until he's gushing around his fingers, his hips moving back into the touches as he moans.

When his slick is leaking down his legs, Tomura finds himself unable to resist any longer and he reaches for his belt. The rabbit's tail trembles so cutely as he takes out his cock, using the rabbit's slick to wet his length, rubbing himself between his ass and over his hole, breathless at just how small the other shifter looks beneath him. He hasn't had any small predators in his bed with him, he's never even had a prey in his bed instead. But this one that is already coming apart at the seams looks like he should be so fragile that just the idea of pressing inside should shatter him. But he's the one who turns to glare at him over his shoulder and barks, "Hurry up, puppy!" And encourages Tomura to try anyway.

Watching him split open around his cock is almost as good as the feeling of his insides parting for him. He's so small, so tight, every part of his body clinging to Tomura's cock and spreading pleasure along his veins like nothing he's ever felt before. He can't help letting out an animalistic growl that only makes it better as the rabbit's fear spikes through his scent and makes his walls clench even tighter. That heady rush of power that goes through him as he realizes that this is a prey, that he could fuck him or kill him , that he could do whatever he wants and there's nothing this rabbit could do to overpower him as he locks his hand around the back of his neck and pushes him down into the bed, his other catching both of his wrists and keeping them against the small of his back so the can go swinging anywhere with those spikes, is heady.

More of that fear spills through the air, as the rabbit's hole gushes around him, showing Tomura that he likes to be afraid. That he likes being held down. That he knew exactly the risk he was taking coming here and not staying behind the protective glass of V hosting peepshows. Tomura snarls again, dragging his hips back and pushing in hard and deep again. "Don't worry, little bun," he manages, suddenly feeling how full of teeth his mouth is. "I'm not going to break you." He isn't entirely sure about that. He can just imagine how ruby red and succulent his flesh would be if he tore it away from his staples and sunk his teeth inside. "Not when I want to know every inch of you." He does want that. He wants his name, wants to know what would lead a prey here, how he got so good at fighting.

Tomura wants, wants, wants more than he has over anything but his own goals for the first time in four years and he isn't surprised at all when he does eventually cum, the rabbit's release already thick in the air, and he really does knot the stranger.

It's as they're forced to stay entwined, seconds after Tomura has stopped trembling from how good it felt that the rabbit is squirming under him. "Let go," and he pulls at his wrists. Tomura worries he might have squeezed too tightly and lets him go, but the rabbit just shifts as much as he can under him, reaching to pull at his shorts and bring them close, reaching into the pocket and pulling out a lighter and a sleek cigarette case that fits inside the little pocket. He doesn't offer him one as they roll onto their sides so he can smoke as they wait to unlock.

"What's your name?" Tomura asks again, enamoured with the way the light of the cherry dances across his staples and eyes.

"...Dabi."

"Do you take escort work, Dabi?" He asks, already wanting to see him again, for longer, over dinner, for a conversation. He wants to know this bizarre rabbit who picks fights with predators, who eats meat, who doesn't flinch when he's alone with one where he could be so easily killed. He gets another flat look from those piercing eyes that don't seem cowed in the slightest.

"Do you have deep enough pockets for that, puppy?"

His tail starts to wag, "I certainly hope so."

///

Dabi is more than an enigma, as Tomura finds out on their first 'date'. He has been on the streets for years and years, his skin so bad that most people avoided trying to take a bite out of him because they thought they might catch something awful because of it.

"Oh yeah, running around smelling like rotten meat when I could keep the fever and body aches at bay long enough to actually move at all worked well." Dabi tells him as they eat at a high-end restaurant not too far from V that is owned by his and his father's businesses. That's the reason that he can be served the highest quality cut of beef as Dabi enjoys a veal milanese salad as they speak. "Until my skin fell off and I had to get it reattached, that was a lot less convenient and it was expensive to get fixed." He shrugs. "Lucky that so many people are just excited to have a prey omega or else my options would have been severely limited when it came to making my keep after that."

"I'm sorry you went through that." He tries to offer sympathy, but it's shot down with a disgusted look as Dabi reaches for his wine glass and he tries to change course. "But I'm sure that the reason that people are booking you now is for more than your secondary sex."

He snorts. "Sure you are, puppy."

"I had no idea you were an omega when I approached you." He says honestly. With all of the smells in the market, with the damage and overlaying of scar tissue making his scent glands so weak, Tomura really hadn't known until they'd been in the love hotel and Dabi was already half naked. "I wanted to get to know you because you're lovely." Because he had to know more about this strange man.

"Stop it," Dabi's voice chills, cooler than Tomura has ever heard it before, his look flat, no spark of that amusement in it that makes him think that he might be the one getting played with instead of the other way around. His lips are tugged into a scowl and he drains his wine and reaches to pour himself another glass from the bottle Tomura got for their table. "You're already paying me to be here, I don't want you trying to flatter me like this is anything else."

Something in his chest aches. A twinge as a discordant note tugs at the edge of his awareness, but he doesn't want to spook the rabbit and lose his chance to hold onto him for as long as he can, so he ignores it and changes the subject. "How far back is your heritage?" He asks instead.

"First generation. Three siblings, all of them are wolves. Mom got devoured when she tried to hurt the pack, I tried to set myself on fire along with the alpha when I realized that I was next up on the chopping block if I ended up being an alpha or a beta, or was going to be sold to the black market if I was an omega." Dabi snorts as he finishes filling his cup, "Probably sounds stupid given where I am now anyway."

"No," he says automatically, his chest aching weakly, "You chose to be here now. You made yourself dangerous and able to hold your own. That's.... different from the prey who are dragged there against their will."

Dabi looks at him over his glass for a long moment and his eyes are still so flat and dead that Tomura has to force his ears not to droop. Maybe it's not. Not to him. Maybe Tomura is no better than all of the dozens, maybe hundreds of other predators who have taken a piece of Dabi from him even if they hadn't put their teeth in his skin. Maybe Dabi hates all of them just as much as the next. Maybe he shouldn't be here right now. Maybe this should be the end of this fascination that he can't help having about this strange rabbit. "What makes you different from all of the other predators in the Kamino market? People would barely come near once they saw you leaving my room."

"I own it." He says, realizing that the flat look he'd gotten when he'd given Dabi his name had not just been because he had guessed who he was already, given that he is the only white wolf in the city.

"Huh. Well I guess you can pay for more than one kind of dessert then." Is all Dabi says before they go back to their meal.

Tomura isn't sure that he'll see him again, but once they have finished eating, when he's getting Dabi a cab to take him back home, the rabbit flags one down that has a big back seat and a completely opaque divider, yanking him into the car along with him and sinking to his knees in the back seat immediately as Tomura rushes to give the driver his address before closing the divider. Dabi has his cock stretching the staples in his cheeks and fully in his throat in the next ten seconds, and nearly makes him knot his mouth from how hot, how good, how perfect it feels as he makes his pleasure about how the date has gone well-known. Tomura ends up bringing Dabi upstairs to his penthouse and fucking him through the night, tasting every inch of his skin, getting to touch his cute cock that he's decorated along the underside with piercings, and finding himself knotting him again. He normally doesn't knot his subs outside of his rut, but there's just something about Dabi when he finally finds the right combination of touches and words to make him fall apart, that makes him want him deeper in his bones than he's ever wanted any other sub.

He doesn't think it's much of a surprise that he books him again before the other has even finished dressing, and ends up paying even more extra when he can't stop himself from joining him in the shower one last time to hold him up against the wall, lavishing his neck with kisses and nips as he strokes his cock until the rabbit is trembling apart beneath his palm and there are bloody tears leaking down his cheeks from how oversensitive his length is from how many times Tomura has played with him tonight.

Tomura knows that predators getting obsessed with a prey never ends well, usually not for the prey, but he can't stop himself from wanting to see Dabi again.

///

It's lucky for him, then, that Dabi wants a steady pay day more than he wants anything else. Tomura has all of the money he needs to keep buying his services, but things evolve after the first month of Tomura seeing Dabi at least three times a week. He has the rabbit coming with him on dates, to business parties, whenever he wants a companion at V, and dabi always shows up in some new lovely outfit that Tomura knows was made to show off his profession as much as it was made to be a weapon, and he rebuffs anyone who tries to treat him like a helpless bunny. He's, in all honesty, a terrible escort, constantly insulting Tomura, his guests, the hosts of the parties, and anyone else who rubs him the wrong way over even the smallest perceived slight, and Dabi perceived slights often. Tomura wonders if it was his pack alpha's dismissal of him when he was young that has made him so sensitive to rejection, but after a month of seeing each other, he becomes acutely aware that Dabi has absolutely none of the self-esteem or self-importance that he pretends to present himself with. He is scared all of the time that the only reason people bother with him is because he has a nice wet hole and no gag reflex so his clients can use his body without bothering to look at his face.

That makes that twinge in Tomura's chest turn into a proper ache, and at the end of the first month, he asks if Dabi would be willing to be a full-time sugar baby for him.

"You just want me to be exclusive with you?"

"I want you to be a live-in escort. I want you here, following the schedule, diet, and any other instructions I leave you so I know that I can have you exactly how I want you whenever I do. I'll give you a weekly allowance to get anything else you need that I don't already provide here along with a set monthly salary. We can give it a go for a month, and then we can negotiate again and decide if this is something we both want to continue." He hesitates, but goes on, "My rut is next month. I want to spend it with you, but I understand if that's not something you're interested in. But if you are then this could be a trial period and next month, if you want this to be a more long-term arrangement, I could mate you on my rut." That would lock Dabi into being his for another three months at minimum, unless Dabi bails on him when his rut comes around again and breaks the bond.

Dabi watches him for a long moment, but that scrutinizing, hard look that he always expects when his little bunny is less than impressed by him doesn't last. Instead those pretty eyes drop away from him and Dabi crosses his arms. He leans against the armrest of the couch and doesn't look back at him as he mutters, "Why the fuck would you want that, puppy? You can have anyone else that you want. I know you're richer than god, but you could have a real pedigree prey whore if you're that desperate to feed your fetish."

Tomura has learned his lesson about trying to tell Dabi that he thinks he's beautiful. He never believes it and will end a scene or date on the spot if Tomura doesn't stop trying to insist that he does. He doesn't want to be beautiful in his eyes, doesn't want to be praised, doesn't want to have any of the softness that Tomura has never felt so desperate to show another person in all of his life. So he doesn't tell Dabi that when they're together he forgets about all of the sharp places inside of him that have claws and teeth of their own that tear at his control whenever he strays too close. He doesn't tell Dabi that he wants him so badly because he thinks that the rabbit has his own kinds of vicious monsters in the back of his mind too. He doesn't say that he wants to give Dabi an out. He knows that Dabi is paying out the nose for the medicine that keeps him put together, that he is working every night they're not together, that he likes the dinner dates the most because he just doesn't get to eat very much while he's trying to scrape by on every yen. "I don't want to shop around for someone else when you're right here and I already like what you have to offer." He says blandly. "What's your rent each month? I'll be covering that as part of your allowance too."

When he says that, when Dabi realizes that all of his bills will be paid before even touching the salary that Tomura is offering him, he doesn't protest again as he takes to the negotiations with the spark of viciousness in his eyes that Tomura is sure would have been bloodlust if he had been born a wolf.

///

Having Dabi move in with him to sugar full-time shows Tomura even more about the other man. And the more he learns, the more his chest aches for him. Dabi has had a hard life, he never made that a secret and he has also made a point of showing that he knows how to survive those hard spots better than most would have. But when Dabi is suddenly safe, with enough food to eat, access to just about anything he could want, and with any other need taken care of at the slightest mention, Tomura sees him fracture in a way that he hasn't ever watched before. Tomura has met a lot of broken people running in the circles that he does. He is a broken person in his own way. But it's not the same way that Dabi is broken.

When he has what he needs and anything he wants, Dabi doesn't sag with relief and start to soak up all of this luxury. No. He becomes more and more prickly. He is fastidious about following along with the schedule that Tomura has left for him, but he refuses to do anything outside of it. He doesn't relax either as things go on. He is still eager to be in his bed when he asks for him, is now hyper-attentive on dates, but he doesn't spread his things outside of the private bedroom that he's given Dabi in the apartment. He cleans up after himself like he's afraid that one speck of dust out of place will make Tomura snap and snarl at him, and over the course of the first two weeks, the apartment fills with such the sour smell of Dabi's fear that Tomura's own instincts are whining at him. Part of his mind screams that he needs to hunt the prey that is so terrified and in his space, but another part is whimpering because he doesn't want his potential mate to be so, so afraid, and he's scratching his own skin raw as he tries to figure out what the threat is.

But there is no threat in the apartment, and the fear smell ebbs as soon as Tomura gives Dabi his attention. He thinks that means that the rabbit isn't afraid of him, and Dabi snaps at him when he asks if he wants to end the trial early. He's not scared of Tomura. He's not scared he insists, but he won't admit to the way he's smelled so stressed that Tomura thinks a lesser rabbit might have shifted and run headlong into a wall to break their neck rather than continue to endure this. But Dabi won't stop and Tomura... wants his mate... happy. He's not his yet, but he could be in a month, if he manages to make sure that Dabi doesn't fall apart. He could belong to him. That's what he wants and he starts to spend hours and hours of his own time trying to research and figure out what is wrong with the other man and what he can be doing better to help make sure that Dabi doesn't fall apart completely while in his care.

He doesn't think he should be all that surprised when he discovers that the horrible circumstances that brought Dabi to this point in his life were deeply traumatizing. He assumed that they were already. But he didn't realize that trauma might not present in the ways he usually expects. Dabi isn't a weepy mess trying to take advantage of every comfort that he has right now. No, he is standoffish about it all, maybe because he doesn't want to accept that he can have things good now after they've been so bad for years before this. He doesn't indulge because he might be scared that doing so will make Tomura take it all away.

The things he reads tell him to get the prey therapy. That they will need to be in their new, safe environment, knowing that their support system will be there no matter what for a long while before they're comfortable settling in and allowing themselves to move onto the hoarding resources response. And then... there might be a breakdown as all of the things that they've pushed aside for years as they had to focus on survival first comes crashing in and tears them apart. Tomura researches, Dabi smells stressed all the time, and he wonders if he should still even be bothering to keep him around. Everything that Tomura reads again and again says that he'll be lucky if Dabi stays the same, that he's more likely to just keel over or kill himself if his mind and body can't handle the change in his stress levels, that he could shatter apart mentally and just become a hollow shell of the creature who was so strange and intriguing that he drew him in in the first place. Or worse yet, smelling the stress constantly could put Tomura into survival mode without him noticing and could lead to his instincts overwhelming him and making him lash out at the rabbit against his better judgement. He could come out of the fog one day with Dabi's blood dripping off of his chin and the succulent taste of his flesh lingering behind his teeth. Tomura has never had any qualms about being a predator, but when it comes to Dabi, he feels queasy at just the thought of tearing him open. Why? That question sits in the back of his mind again and again. He has never even believed himself capable of truly falling in love, so the idea of it at first sight always felt utterly ludicrous. But he is... attached to Dabi beyond something he ever thought he could feel and he doesn't know what else to call the ache in his chest. He wants Dabi happy, he wants him to be okay. He doesn't know if he can get that, but he wants.

And since he knows that Dabi will laugh in his face if not try to go for his throat if he begs him to get some help to try and take him through whatever emotions are ravaging the rabbit's mind now, he doesn't say anything. He just does his best to prepare himself to weather the storm that he is absolutely certain is coming fast for them both.

///

By the end of the trial period month, Dabi doesn't smell as badly of stress anymore. He is eating more, following along with the schedule that Tomura has made for him so he is having three meals and three snacks a day which at least helps him put on some more weight, making him a little less sickly than he's always managed to hide under his attitude and clothes. And when the trial ends, Dabi wants to move forward and become his mate. He wants to be his, even if the words do come with that defiant light in his eyes. Tomura hopes that maybe attaching themselves, giving Dabi's omega instincts an alpha to latch onto who is absolutely bound and determined to give him whatever he needs to get well will help that to happen more easily. So he orders supplies for their shared cycle and makes sure that Dabi knows he can make a nest, that the apartment will be absolutely stuffed with good, rich foods that will make him feel good, and that he won't have to worry about anything because his alpha will be right there to take care of him throughout the entire time.

He's so lost in those instincts himself that when his rut swells along his veins, he seeks Dabi out and gathers him close immediately. He scents every part of him, hugging him tight to his body and chuffing at him nearly constantly. It's all he can do. He just wants to show Dabi that he's going to be okay, that Tomura will be the best mate he can possibly be for him. He just wants to be good to Dabi in a way that he's realized that no one else in the world has managed. He just wants to... be allowed to love this strange rabbit and he knows that he can't right now. That Dabi would shatter his heart if he offered it up, that he wouldn't believe him no matter how much he promised that the feelings are true.

But he bites him anyway, lets the rabbit become his for a long while and he brings Dabi through the heat that swells in alongside his rut. He thinks that he remembered not to say anything that he wasn't supposed to, but he can't be entirely certain when his head was so far from how it normally is. Even so, when they both come out of it, he's careful with Dabi still as he makes certain that he has everything he could possibly want as he recovers from his heat. Food, cuddles, comfort items like blankets and pillows, and as much or as little of his company as Dabi needs to feel better. Tomura tries, and Dabi takes all of it with such a blase attitude.

"Last heat I had I didn't manage to get to a clinic in time." Dabi tells him, smoking as he picks at the big meal that Tomura ordered for them so he would put something else in his body beside the few sips of water that Dabi had allowed. "Ended up crashing in a back alley on my way there and a pack of hyenas smelled me. Spotted hyenas," he adds as Tomura's entire body bristles with horror at what could have happened to an omega on their own. "Turns out, having a hard dick is already a sign of submission to them and when I was so unresponsive and they saw how much I was leaking, they figured it out. I think they only didn't devour me because my stress was too high for the meat to taste good, so they just hauled me up by my scruff and dropped me at V. Owner there threw me into one of the showrooms with some toys. Would've charged me out the nose for the room and supplies, but he made enough selling tickets for people to watch me lose my mind that I managed to negotiate to work as a regular there."

Tomura's stomach is sick. So easy. It's so easy for Dabi to just... tell him these horrible things that he's experienced because he's a hybrid, because he's a prey. He says it and doesn't blink, as if this is some fun anecdote that he can tell over dinner and it's not something that would have genuinely and thoroughly broken most people to have experienced. "You're lucky that you're still alive." He manages to croak out and that actually makes Dabi look up from the spread of dishes for a second.

He doesn't hold that eye contact though, in a move that tells Tomura far, far too painfully much about what Dabi thinks about that fact. "I guess." And he goes back to eating. He doesn't bring up another one of those incidents in his company again, but that renders the other man uncomfortably quiet in his apartment as Tomura realizes that he simply must not have anything else to talk about.

///

After the silence comes the... Tomura isn't sure what to call this. Part of him feels like he's being attacked, constantly. Dabi will follow the schedule and rules, but any of his free time is spent doing things that seem tailor made to piss Tomura off. He starts to take other clients again, popping out to love hotels with Tomura's claim bitten into his neck, and he fucks whoever he wants. He takes a job one night as the hole for a Yakuza celebration and comes back to Tomura covered in the scent and cum of other people, his skin torn from his staples in places, and a chunk of flesh taken out of his side from someone's claws that carved in so deep Tomura had been able to see the ruby flash of muscle beneath the parted flesh. It's horrible. It's awful. Tomura wants to throw up, but he has to settle for calling a doctor to get there as fast as possible so he can be patched up and then having to clean up his mate himself because the pain, drinks, and whatever else they'd dosed him with have left Dabi entirely unconscious.

He is glad about that, to some degree because he knows that if Dabi were awake he would be torn between screaming at him to try to understand what the hell is wrong with him, and demanding that he do something to get some help. His whole chest feels like it's caving in on itself as his instincts scream and howl through his veins. He is supposed to be the only one who touches his mate. He is the one who is supposed to be able to hunt this prey if he wants to. He is not supposed to be picking up the pieces of him because other predators have had their way with his rabbit. But he knows, he knows that's what Dabi is after. Whatever he has said before, he knows that the whole reason why Dabi behaves the way he does is because he... doesn't want to exist. No matter how much he says that he's staying alive because he wants to get far enough ahead that he can one day come back and bite his father in the ass for thinking that he could just throw him away, he just... doesn't really care. He'll let himself be killed, will throw himself again and again into more and more dangerous situations just to see if he can escape or if this will be the time that that actually gets him. Now that he's Tomura's, his life in the penthouse doesn't offer him the same opportunities that he's used to to destroy himself, so stealing time outside of the schedule to put himself into more of those situations that will trigger Tomura's most aggressive instincts must be the reason that he's continuing to do this. Push his instincts so hard that he shatters and tears Dabi apart or crosses a boundary harshly enough he can get out of this contract without actually having to quit when the rabbit knows logically that the money is far too good for him to just leave. All of it puts a sourness in his gut and Tomura feels like a pup as he makes a nest for them again in the living room and curls up around Dabi's body like he's a toy that he can't cling to tightly enough to keep it from unraveling at the seams.

///

It goes against all of his instincts, but Tomura doesn't dare limit Dabi's free time after that. He doesn't tell him that he can't take other clients, he doesn't stop him from putting his life at risk anywhere else outside of his apartment. Instead, Tomura gets two therapists. One is for himself, someone who can help teach him how to monitor his worst instincts and learn how to cope with them so he doesn't claw off all of the skin on his neck as he tries to handle Dabi, and a second who helps teach him how he can try to help Dabi if he really doesn't think that the other man will get help on his own. The therapy helps, and it doesn't. It helps him keep his instincts in control. He has been a creature who felt out of control for most of his life but always gravitated towards finding things that he could. From video games to his own education to work and to his sex life, he has always wanted to be able to control the things in his life so he could be certain that if everything else fell apart, he wouldn't. Not again. Not after everything that happened with his birth family.

Dabi isn't something he can control like that, but he can learn how to handle it when the rabbit lashes out, which he has started doing now. He still will behave as his perfect sub when they're in bed together, but otherwise? He is giving the greatest brats in the world a run for their money. He wants to force a confrontation and Tomura is not going to give him that. He lets Dabi trash the apartment, leaving food out on the counter, the refrigerator door open, flooding the bathroom when he 'forgets' he left the tub running to fill. He lets him bring clients back to his home and fuck them in their bed without so much as a growl when he comes back and finds the sheets stained. He lets Dabi yell at him about whatever small seemingly imperceptible slight he's managed to make. He takes it all and lets it happen as Dabi grows more and more desperate for something to hurt him because all he has known how to do is endure pain and suffering his whole life.

Tomura refuses to give him that, and he sees how much more frantic Dabi becomes in the wake of every act of patience or kindness that he gives him. He watches and he waits, and they have been mates for two and a half months before it finally reaches its breaking point.

///

Tomura has not had a good relationship with La Vénus since he took over the black market in Kamino. The owner, Ryoma Shima, never likes to see former subs grow into anything else. The fact that Tomura had gone from his sub when he was first on the scene and in training to being a more powerful figure in the city and well-liked dom among his own subs has made them have enough friction that Tomura rarely goes to the club on his own anymore. It's been five years since he's seen the rhino's name pop up on his screen, and just that has his fur standing on end.

"Shima," he greets as he answers, setting aside his controller. It's a Thursday night. Dabi isn't in the apartment on Thursdays, the only day that he is able to fully leave the apartment to do whatever he wants so that he doesn't feel completely suffocated by Tomura. It's not much, but it's been enough for the time being and that's fine by him.

"Tomura," His voice sounds smooth and smug when he greets him and Tomura can hear the muffled sounds of the club on the other end of the phone. The kind of muffled he recognizes from the back halls that go into the red rooms. "I was just finishing up having quite the enjoyable evening with your mate,"

Sickness surges through his stomach as he thinks of Dabi under Shima, but he forces himself to put his free hand against his knee instead of letting his claws bite into the skin of his neck.

"But I think he's had something quite a bit stronger than what we offer here and he's starting to catch the attention of butchers. It only seemed in good conscience to let you know."

Tomura bolts up from the couch, a snarl tearing out of his chest so animal and violent that he hears Shima suck in a startled breath on the other end. "If he isn't still there when I arrive, I'll tear out your throat and burn your club to the ground. Do not test me." He doesn't wait for a response, hanging up and leaving a scratch in the glass from his claw. He isn't in a full suit, only jeans and a long-sleeved shirt and he doesn't bother to grab anything but his wallet and shoes before he's storming downstairs to the garage. He always has a driver on call and as soon as he gets into the car it's pulled out onto the street.

Without bad traffic, the drive is only five minutes and Tomura is opening the door to the car before it's even fully pulled to a stop. He blows past the line out the door, snarling at the security guard who tries to stop him, before the woman at the front desk of the building rushes over to give him permission to go inside. She brings him to the employee elevator and sends him up to the backstage of the Play Area where he finds a number of dancers getting ready or finishing up their shifts and putting themselves together, along with servers dipping into the many massive containers filled with foils and packets of lube. Word must have spread that he was coming because one of the stage managers spots him and points him in the right direction as his nose is so assaulted by the smell of the club that makes it impossible to use that sense to navigate. He only partially finds what he's looking for when he spots Shima looking out at the strip club room of the Play Area, and he moves up beside him, his eyes scanning the room.

It's his staples sparkling in the multicolored lights that bring his eyes to his mate. Dabi, surrounded by four predators, a panther, hawk, bulldog, and stoat who are definitely butchers from the knife tattoo that he can see curling up the dog's forearm. And Dabi is just, in the panther's lap, lounging against his chest, his legs spread into the stoat's lap as the hawk's hands are moving up his thighs with a salacious smile. His hands curl around them, not to open them wider, but to measure how much meat they would get from him once they peeled away his skin. Tomura snarls again and pushes through the crowds. The dog sees him coming and tries to puff up, but Tomura lets out a roar, not caring about his reputation, about how this might look to anyone else, about anything but the fact he needs to get his mate away from these men now. He is bigger than a mutt and stronger too, able to shoulder him out of the way because he knows if he uses his claws, he'll tear out his throat. But even that was so rough that the dog goes tumbling into a couple nearby, making them scream as he sends their drinks flying and half crushes them.

The hawk turns on him then and Tomura knows that bird bones are brittle, but he didn't necessarily intend to send bone shards splintering through the meat of his arm when he grabbed him by his bicep and yanked him out from between Dabi's legs. That does send the screaming louder though. He doesn't care. Dabi is blinking up at him dazedly. Tomura's hands are much more gentle when he reaches down for him.

Even though he's been so keen to act up, seeing the hawk rolling on the ground, blood seeping from the way the bones splintered through his skin, is enough to make Dabi docile as he scoops him out of the panther's lap who looks like he would have thrown Dabi at him if he hadn't tried to take him.

"We didn't--"

"If you're still in town by morning, I'll turn you into a coat." Tomura doesn't look at any of them as he speaks, taking his mate, his omega, his little bunny and cradling him closely and gently against his chest. It doesn't make the anger and pain living inside of him lessen any when Dabi tucks his chin to his own chest, his hand folding up against it too like he can turn into nothing in his arms instead of seeking comfort or safety in him the way Tomura's instincts are begging him to.

Neither of them say anything at all before Tomura carries Dabi right past Shima and back along the way he came in. He can't bring himself to fully put Dabi down even when they get back to the car outside, not even when he can smell so thoroughly how he was enjoyed by the other people in the club, and Dabi doesn't protest the treatment because they only make it about a minute into the short drive before he's twisting to puke all over his shoes as his motion sickness, the drinks, and whatever else he was taking catch up to him. Tomura doesn't even know if he's disgusted or not when everything inside of him feels so hollowed out as before they even get back to the apartment, Dabi goes completely limp as he passes out.

Tomura takes him upstairs, he tosses his ruined shoes and brings Dabi into the bathroom. He strips him out of the clothes he was wearing and he uses warm wash clothes to wipe away the evidence of every way he's broken his heart in the past few hours alone. He makes sure Dabi's breaths don't seem labored, he makes sure there's nothing in his throat to choke him, and he brings him back to the nest that he's made for them, that he hasn't been able to take down no matter how much therapy he's getting now because... being with Dabi makes him feel helpless again. Because it pushes him back to that place in his head where Tenko Shimura cries and begs for his family to let him back inside to eat dinner with them even though they never do because the sheep and oxfolk don't want to watch the pup eat the meat substitute.

Tomura can't remember when the last time he cried was, but it's deep, wracking sobs that come for him now as Dabi sleeps completely unmoved in the nest beside him.

///

He didn't sleep that night. He doesn't sleep well normally, but he couldn't have even if he wanted to. And when Dabi wakes up, squinting at the light coming through the apartment windows, he groans, pulls the blanket over his head, and mumbles,

"Ugh. I wanted to sleep in my own apartment. I'm not required to be back here until noon."

The angry part of him, the hurt part, wants to snap at him. He wants to tell him to get his shit and leave because he's never going to be sleeping here again. Their bond will break in another three weeks at most, unless all of this stress throws off Tomura's cycle. He can tell him to leave now and save himself any further heartbreak. It's everything that he's learned since meeting Dabi that tells him if he gives in, if he tells Dabi to go now, he will. He'll go right back to everything else he was doing before and he'll just. Be gone. Not just from Tomura's life, but gone. Because he can't keep playing with his life like this forever. He will lose eventually, and if Tomura sets him loose, he doesn't know how much longer he'll last. Dabi was just a prostitute that he took a shine to. If he had been as cold, as distant as his father was when it came to forming real emotional attachments to others, then none of that would matter to him. But Tomura has always been a creature with emotions so high that his rigid control was the only way to keep his sanity. If he lets Dabi go now, lets him disappear, he will never be able to rest right, uncertain of what happened to him. And he became too far gone with his attachment as soon as he offered for Dabi to become his mate.

"You vomited on the way back here." Tomura tells him evenly. "I didn't know if you would again, and I didn't want to leave you unsupervised in your apartment. If you want to sleep there tonight instead, you can leave after we have dinner." He sounds like he always does when he speaks. He doesn't sound like he's shattering apart at every angle that being near Dabi has twisted him into. He leans over and presses a kiss to Dabi's temple and then stands up. "I'm going to get you some pain medicine and some water. If you can keep that down, then we can order whatever you want for breakfast too." He pushes himself up from the nest and reaches to close the blinds with the remote on the edge of the conversation pit that has become their nest.

He isn't expecting to immediately hear the rustle of blankets again and turn to see Dabi pushing himself up too. The scent of his stress peaks higher than Tomura has ever smelled it before, so acrid and hot that he wouldn't be surprised if it somehow scorched the inside of his nose. He sucks in a startled breath, but Dabi doesn't care for that reaction alone and is still stumbling slightly over the pillows and cushions as he sneers at him.

"What the fuck kind of wolf are you?!" He snarls, his ears pulled back and his hands balled into fists at his side. "I've let everyone in Kamino fuck me! I let them take chunks out of me! I let them hold me down so their friends can take a turn! I've disrespected you at every turn! I've dragged your name through the mud and your teacher's too! I made sure that they all know that you practically begged me to be your mate and now you're letting me run around and disgrace the whole system that you built!" Dabi pushes into his space, pushes his hands against his chest, and when he doesn't move, he slams his fists into him. He throws his weight behind the blows, but without the weapons he has built into his clothes, each attack doesn't move him the way he thinks Dabi wants it to. "Why aren't you angry? Why don't you hate me?!" He smells blood and his ears flatten, worried that Dabi's cut his hands on his staples as he tries to batter his fists against his body. Tomura catches his wrists as gently as he can so that he stops and only then sees that the blood is coming from his eyes instead as he sobs. "You should have fired me! Locked me to your bed and forced me to be a good mate! Devoured me! Why haven't you just killed me?!" The words seem to take away the last little bit of Dabi's energy and he goes limp, Tomura having to sag with him until they're both kneeling on the floor together to keep him from getting hurt on the way down.

It takes so much concentration, through the smell of stress and blood that piques that instinctive hunger inside of him, for him to remember that this is a good thing. Dabi is finally breaking. That this is what he's been waiting for to try and reach the gnarled mess of thorns that is inside of his head and his chest that has been so quick to lash out instead of risking getting scarred again by being vulnerable with him.

"I'm not going to fire you, or hurt you, or kill you, Dabi." He says as evenly as he can manage. "I've let you do all of those things because I know that they're what you needed. You can keep doing them," it makes him sick to his stomach to say that. "for as long as you need them. I'll still want you as my mate. I'll still come to take care of you when you're hurt, and I won't toss you aside." Dabi doesn't struggle against him, so Tomura gathers him close to his chest again, hand moving to stroke along the delicate, velvet soft fur of his ears. "I'll be here, I'll still want you as my mate, until you tell me that you don't want to be here anymore. If you tell me that, I'll let you go and you'll never have to see me again." The words hurt so badly. All of this has hurt so badly that Tomura isn't entirely sure that he'll survive seeing those words through.

But it's not him that howls his anguish. No, that's Dabi as he finally, finally reaches back towards him. As his mate curls his hands into the fabric of his shirt as he howls and sobs, the sound a scream for the comfort of a pack that abandoned him, and the wolf inside that has been looking for connection ever since. Tomura will be that for him. That's all he's wanted since he saw the rabbit that made himself so dangerous he could walk a black market without fear of being caught, even if he knows now it was recklessness not fearlessness that brought him to that point in the first place.

Tomura holds onto Dabi as the rabbit cries a decade worth of tears.

///

Dabi breaking down tears away the ways that he was hurting Tomura before. He's despondent after he lets those emotions in for the first time in probably years. He can't keep to the schedule that he's supposed to anymore, forgetting to eat, to drink anything, shower, or change his clothes regularly because he spends nearly all day in their nest just sleeping or staring at whatever is on TV. If he doesn't see the remote around, he often ends up just staring at the blank screen or out the windows. He barely speaks, he loses weight rapidly, and Tomura isn't sure he notices when he's around and when he's not all of the time. But he's there. This is hard in a different way than what Dabi was doing before, but he endured that, and he thinks that Dabi will be worth enduring this. He has more hope because when he cleans the nest, when he coaxes Dabi to show and wrap himself in soft clothes, when he brings him food and scents his skin, Dabi often blinks, looks at him, and then crawls into his lap, clinging as tightly as he can to his body. Most of the time he starts to cry again shortly after, but sometimes he doesn't. Sometimes he just wants to be held close, and Tomura is more than happy to give that to him.

Tomura doesn't think that it's much of a surprise that he and his mate are so stressed that neither of their cycles come that month, or the next, or the one after that. He stops waiting for them to. They'll be ready for that in whatever time it takes them. For now, he just wants to make certain that he's doing as right as he can by his mate in whatever other ways he's able. Before he knows it, he's had Dabi living in his apartment, their apartment, for a year. They're still mates, and Dabi is more aware than he was after his breakdown. He remembers that he, technically, is still being employed by Tomura, and he picks up his phone one day and logs into the scheduling app while Tomura is at work.

There was nothing on the schedule because Tomura hasn't even thought about maintaining it for so long while his mate was so out of his head, but as soon as he sees that he rushes to put in an entry for the day. He starts it very simple, have something to eat that won't upset his stomach, the stress having made him unable to eat meat as readily as he had been when they first met, and take either a bath or shower. If those are too strenuous for him he can take a sponge bath instead.

It's only two things, two things that most people are able to do without issue, but he knows that managing this will already be a challenge for Dabi. But when he gets back to the apartment and sees that Dabi's hair is wet, the white roots taking up most of his head now as it's grown out, trying to poke at a cup of yogurt, Tomura doesn't hesitate to shower him with praise like he's done the hardest thing imaginable. Dabi blinks those beautiful blue eyes at him, confused, a spark of resentment in them, but when he realizes that Tomura's tail is wagging because he just can't help it, all of that softens into something guilty and small.

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have anything to apologize for, precious." He says, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. "You did such a good job following your schedule." He doesn't say anything else about the state his head has been in for the past... too long. Dabi has never been the kind of rabbit to get spooked and run away, but he hasn't ever been unraveled like this before either. Tomura doesn't want to learn that he might be now. "I'm so proud of you, baby boy."

Dabi doesn't manage to do much else that day, but he does try to poke at some more food later that night, so Tomura will take that as a win.

It takes another month for Dabi to be able to consistently get up, shower, and eat at least two meals a day. Tomura doesn't often ask him to do anything more than that, but at the end of the month he asks him to give one of the therapists a call. Just to introduce himself. He doesn't have to schedule anything with them. Dabi doesn't do it. Tomura tells him that's okay, they can try again some other time. He doesn't put it on the schedule for another two weeks and it goes ignored a second time. He considers that might just be too much for a long while, but then a few days later, he's informed that Dabi did call even though he didn't have it on the schedule for the day. Given that the doctor is on his payroll and legality is not something Tomura has ever been concerned with, he is told that Dabi was clearly nervous and didn't know what therapy was beyond talking about his childhood trauma. But his mate wanted him to try, so he was trying to try, for him.

Dabi doesn't bring up the call when he gets home that night, but he accepts being pulled close and kissed as Tomura's tail wags constantly.

///

It's not a matter of months for Dabi to heal. Tomura isn't even sure if Dabi would even consider that’s what he's been doing. It takes years. The first one they spent together was the worst. The cheating, the emotional neglect, the long period of depression that followed and left them both unmoored was agony. Tomura marvels at the fact that either of them survived that. The second Dabi makes it six months of trying before he hits a wall in his treatment, has his first heat since they bonded, and he breaks the mating bond by going back to his own apartment to ride it out alone. He formally quits being his sugarbaby and tells him not to contact him again. Tomura was heartbroken at the time, threw himself back into his work, but not a month later, Dabi had stumbled to his apartment drunk, whimpering and howling weakly through his sobs as he begged to come home. Tomura knows his father and most of his people think he has no backbone at all for taking Dabi back immediately after all of that, but he had. He brought him inside, made them a new nest, and took out all of the things of Dabi's that he'd had in the closet, just in case. By the next morning it was like he'd never left, his bunny going back to his therapy, resuming his schedule, and trying so hard to not let this fall apart again so he could go self-destruct elsewhere.

Tomura hadn't mated him again when his next rut came, but they still spent it together, Dabi so desperate to show him that he could be a good mate that he'd had another breakdown afterwards. Sex had been so bad for him, something he did because it was all an omega was good for, because it was the only way for him to make any money for a long time, and that he had numbed himself to, going somewhere else in his mind so that he wouldn't have to feel what was happening to him, but he didn't want that anymore. He wanted to be there with Tomura. He wanted to be his mate again properly. He wanted to enjoy it when he took his knot. But he couldn't. His mind still slipped into that place he had made for himself to stay safe.

That was about when they started going to couple's therapy with a sex positive therapist. Dabi had more trauma that Tomura could have ever imagined around sex and it took another three cycles before Dabi had been able to stay present during their time together in bed. Two more after that before they decided they are ready to be mated again. When they had, Tomura had felt the bond snap into place this time. Had not felt so alone in his own mind with his heart beating hollowly around the place where the love he wanted from his mate to live inside of him too.

And it's been another two years since then.

Two years and now he's able to come home and see his mate laying in their bed, taking a nap in the afternoon sun and lets heat creep across his veins as he toes off his shoes and tugs his tie loose as he approaches the bed. His moonbeam has let his hair go white, the crown of it glowing in the sunlight as he snoozes. Today he didn't have much on his schedule, not therapy today, no going to monitor the club that they've started to work on, hoping to run V into the ground with their own venue. Nothing that he needed to do but take care of himself today and clearly he wanted to get some rest. Tomura hopes he won't begrudge him moving up to the edge of the bed, feeling the twinge of his instincts that tell him he's stalking his prey the same way that he might have in a different time and place.

Dabi's ear twitches as soon as he begins to lower himself down on the bed, chirping at him as he starts to open his eyes, rolling immediately onto his back and spreading his legs in invitation. Tomura's scent goes hot through the air, having fully intended to climb into the sheets with his little rabbit and enjoy the soft warmth of the summer sun together, but more than happy to give his mate whatever he wants.

He pulls the sheet away, leaning down to lick along Dabi's ears as he does, making the omega purr. Dabi was absolutely expecting him to come home soon and knew what he wanted before he settled in to sleep, because he's not wearing anything at all beneath the sheet, the long lines of him exposed for Tomura to enjoy as his hands start to trace along his body. He's healthier now than the first time he ever touched him. Not made of bones and broken glass, softer under his palms from years of regular meals and access to medicine. His mate moans softly as he brings his hand down to toy with his cock. He's still small against his much larger palm, and Tomura always delights in the difference between the size of their bodies, almost as much as he enjoys feeling the texture of Dabi's piercings against his palms. Like his staples, like every scrap of armor that Dabi coiled around himself, the sharp contrast of the unyielding metal and the softness of his skin delights him. It's a privilege every time he realizes that he was given the chance to get close enough to find this place with the other man. If he had given up, if he hadn't risked everything to follow the ache in his chest that had screamed for Dabi, then they wouldn't be here. He wouldn't have his mate coiling his arms around his neck as he moans and arches into his touches, his cock hardening rapidly against his palm as his scent goes so sugary sweet with the pleasure that Tomura is stoking beneath his skin.

Tomura can't resist giving him as many kisses as he can, until Dabi's mouth is breathless and gasping against his and Tomura is still licking up the sweetness of their spit that is dripping across his chin. Dabi's leaking from his hole too, his slick spreading its caramel scent in the air. Tomura keeps two claws trimmed so that he never has to worry about hurting his moonbeam when he touches him like this as his other hand moves further back so that he can tease his fingers against his hole. He's so wet already that Tomura knows that Dabi actually is relaxed, actually is right here with him, actually does want his knot as much as Tomura always wants every part of his mate that he can get. He still takes his time stroking Dabi and pumping his fingers inside of his body until his baby boy is trembling beneath him and he's soaking his hands with his cum and his slick.

Tomura presses more kisses over his face as Dabi keeps moving his hips up into the touches even as he whimpers softly, wanting more even though getting it is stinging his nerves. He's more than happy to give that to his little bun and he doesn't care about the stains he absolutely is getting on his pants. Nothing matters to him more than bringing their bodies together until they're both satisfied and a mess. He never thought that he would end up being the type to want their bed absolutely saturated in their scents like this, but he is addicted to surrounding himself with the scent of their contentedness after how long it took for them to get here at all. Dabi tries to angle his hips for him, showing him how wet he is, how cute he looks already stretched just from having his fingers inside, and Tomura wraps both of his hands around his mate's waist. His fingers nearly touch as he holds him in place as he moves his aching cock to his hole. Dabi trembles and drips as he does, but he doesn't ask to stop, looking down at the length of his body with breathless anticipation for the same thing that Tomura is so eager for.

It puts a heat in his veins that Tomura can hardly describe to watch his cock sink deeply inside of his bunny. The feeling is always blinding. That incredible tightness, the gush of his arousal, the softness of his insides that rivals his fur, that alone would be able to put Tomura out of his mind, and yet he keeps finding more ways for this to bring him to absolute ruin as he is able to see himself as he fills Dabi's body. A little swell in his stomach from how much smaller he is, from how deeply Tomura can reach into his guts.

He can't help chuffing, barely containing yipping like a pup as his tail trembles from how good it feels, from how cute Dabi looks as he bites his lip bloody as his fingers twist tightly in the sheets. His thighs are trembling from how wide they are spread around Tomura's hips and it takes them both a long moment to be ready for anything else. When Dabi is, those eyes that burn like the hottest flame are on him, pupils blown with his pleasure, and his lips try to form words, but without the breath to make sound.

Tomura licks away the blood from him resplitting the seam through his lips and rolls his hips into his body slowly. He doesn't want to rush this. The sun is baking them in their bed, the heat between their bodies rising and rising, and he just wants to savor every part of it until neither of them remember anything beyond the pleasure they can find entangled in this soft place after all of the suffering and violence that it took to get them here. He keeps his movements slow and steady, working himself and Dabi up more and more, until his bunny has recovered from his first orgasm and is starting to harden again. Tomura moves his palm against the bulge of himself inside of his mate's stomach, feeling each rolling thrust from the inside and out as he continues to move, seeing how his sharp claws could tear him open so easily, but knowing that even after everything that they've been through, he has never once hurt Dabi. Not like that. Never drawn blood, never taken a bite of his flesh. He has only ever tried to do his best by his smaller mate and he thinks, despite everything, he's proven to himself, to the world, that a predator and a prey can work. That no matter how much they hurt at the start, it can be this soft thing that has bloomed between them now and soothed something inside of him that he thought was irreparably broken for all of his life.

He's lost in those thoughts, in the sight, sound, and smell of Dabi beneath him as his body hitches with his pleasure as Tomura moves. His knot starts to swell, and he can't see that inside of Dabi, but when his mate feels it, he lets out an omega keen as he tries to move his hips to encourage him to chase it. Tomura doesn't know if he'll ever be capable of denying his lover anything that makes him happy ever again, so he follows that delicious pressure that's building at the base of his dick as his balls grow taut as his pleasure creeps over his nerves. It only takes a few more thrusts for that rubber band to snap, his hips moving more roughly than they have before as he uses that force to push the swell of his knot inside his baby boy's much smaller body with a 'pop'. Tomura manages to watch, though his eyes are half-lidded with the full body bliss that comes with his orgasm now, as he fills Dabi with his cum. As his stomach swells a little bit more, just enough to show that he is full as his cum pours into his body.

It takes Tomura a minute, soaked in his cum, in Dabi's slick, held so tightly inside of his body, for him to stop shaking from tail to tip with how good it feels to be locked inside of his moonbeam like this. But when he manages to regain some of his composure, he reaches back down for his omega's cock.

Dabi whimpers, shaking his head weakly, even though he's so hard and leaking again as he presses up against the bulge in his stomach.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asks, nuzzling his cheek as he tries to give him more attention in whatever way he needs to to help take him through his discomfort and hesitation.

"Again?" He mumbles, turning his face so that he can press his nose into his scent glands. "Soft?" Tomura's whole chest aches with tenderness as Dabi manages the words to ask for what he wants.

"Anything you want, moonbeam." He promises, leaning down to press kisses to Dabi's forehead, his cheeks, his eyelids, anywhere he can to show him that he will never stop giving him this tenderness if he has a choice. "Slowly?" He asks, and Dabi's face pinks so cutely as he manages a little nod.

Tomura smiles at him as he reaches for their nightstand. He keeps the drawer organized fastidiously so that he never has to worry about not being able to give his moonbeam anything he wants at a moment's notice. So it's easy to reach inside without really looking and pull out the leather case that he wants. It will take a little while for his knot to stop being swollen and for him to be able to get hard again, and Dabi wants this softness a second time. He wants to be so full of his cum that he's as warm from it as he is from the warm sun, and stay entangled in his arms for as many hours as he can get until their bodies force them from the bed. But he doesn't want to cum again before he has his knot inside for a second time.

So Tomura opens the case and takes one of the wet wipes from the pouch and runs it along his baby's prick. He makes sure that he's clean enough for him to take the bottle of lube and the long metal rod with the slightly curved tip out of the case next. He hisses softly as Dabi's insides tighten around his length with anticipation, his baby leaking again just from how excited he is to be plugged up until Tomura has given him his knot a second time. It brings fresh heat to his veins too when he gets the sound dripping wet before he curls his fingers around Dabi's root to hold him still. He always savors the soft, high keen that comes out of him when he starts to press it inside. They have time before he's ready to fuck Dabi a second time, so he savors the way that every millimeter of the unrelenting metal stretching the inner channel of Dabi's body has his insides twitching and trembling around his cock. He teases it in and out, making the little hole at his tip gape, more pre gushing out each time he draws the sound back to force his baby boy's pleasure higher. But when he sees his balls starting to tighten and his little one starts to make more distressed sounds as he feels the orgasm he wants to hold off creeping closer, Tomura starts to fill him with the sound properly, pressing it in and in, watching as Dabi's back bows on the bed as he's made so full in two places. Tomura chuffs at him comfortingly, scenting him so sweetly as the first tears start to burn at the edge of Dabi's eyes and slip across his temples.

"You're doing such a good job, little one," he murmurs, and that's enough. It's not like it was at the start with Dabi pulling away from him at every opportunity. He reaches back for him now. His arms curl around his neck, he pulls him closer, he makes Tomura dip his head so that he can lick at his ears in turn as Tomura presses his teeth to the scar that he's left on his precious bunny's neck. And his chest aches with his love. He wonders if any emotion he's ever tried to contain his body has ever felt stronger, but it doesn't matter. This is the one that he hopes, if his life had to be boiled down to nothing, is the one that would stand out.

When his knot isn't swollen anymore, he starts to rock his hips into Dabi's body again. He builds their pleasure even more slowly, every thrust sending slick and cum gushing from his baby's hole. Tomura soaks in their pleasure, in the way that Dabi clings to him now as he tries to bring them both higher and higher. They could stay tangled in these sheets together forever and he wouldn't ever take for granted how wonderful it was when he spent so long thinking that he would never have this. That Dabi would find a way to tear himself apart before he could give him this warmth and love that is still a supernova behind his ribs.

Tomura is lost in the sea of those feelings as Dabi arches up into him, his very breath sweet from his want as he manages to gasp, "Love you,", and sends that explosion even brighter through his chest. Love, love, love. He wasn't even sure that Dabi could fully understand what that was to him, why he clung to him so tightly when he should have given up on this after their first encounter. But oh, to have pruned away those thorns entangling his little bunny's heart and to find this feeling blooming at his core now? Worth every way he's drawn blood throughout the years.

"I love you," he's never let himself say the words before, so scared that they would be too much, too big, too real, and they would send the prey scampering off like he was being hunted. But he says them now, means them so ardently. He holds onto Dabi a little tighter, kisses him a little harder, fucks him a little deeper, until both of their bodies are screaming for their release. And when his knot swells the second time, he watches as Dabi's balls go tight too and he lets out a weak howl as his orgasm tears through him without a proper release as the sound keeps him so full. Tomura revels in the way that his stomach swells again as his own orgasm ravages his body until there is nothing left inside of him.

And Dabi whimpers and moans, his prick darkening as he is forced to say full and so achingly sensitive until Tomura's knot shrinks, taking less time to do so after already filling his moonbeam once today. When he's finally ready to pull out, he takes the sound from Dabi's cock at the same time, watching how his cum streams from his tip and pours from his hole as Tomura chuffs softly and presses on his stomach to make him flood their sheets.

Dabi writhes, his cock twitching as it happens with another weak orgasm, and when he's finally drained and they're both soaked in their fluids, he doesn't do anything other than roll his body into Tomura's tucking himself into his chest like he can disappear inside the circle of his arms as he starts to purr, and purr and purr. Two years. It took two years for Tomura to ever hear Dabi purr, and now he thinks that he'd be content to stay here forever wrapped around his body and listening to it ring through his ears.

But after about half an hour the cum is sticky and cold against their skin and his moonbeam's stomach growls, so he makes himself just as content with going to clean up with him and sit in their nest in the living room as they wait for their food to arrive. Dabi doesn't tell him that he loves him again, he doesn't thank him for staying by him throughout everything, but Tomura doesn't need any of that. Just having the rabbit turn to him when he needs something, just knowing that Dabi trusts him to be the one person in the world who has never let him down or turn his back on him, that's enough.

He knows that Dabi understands now what it means for them to be mates despite everything before, and it's beyond worth it for him that Dabi would choose to still be his even though he's well enough now to pick someone else.

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Damsel in Distress: Chapter 01

Synopsis: This man was supposed to be dead, killed by the Hero Falcon. But when Red Riot sinks his claws into you, Falcon’s sidekick, oh he just can’t wait to ruin you.

Warnings: ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS, Dub con, non con if you squint, k!dnapping, size k!nk, Villain Red Riot, Villain AU, f!ngering, fem described character.

Your lungs burned at the pure strength you were putting into your run. Your agency had sent out an SOS on a seriously injured citizen. With only a few details, you were heading in blind. But you were a hero, and heroes did what was necessary to protect others. You rounded the corner of the coffee shop and there he was. His crimson hair was matted to his face with blood and his shirt was torn open.

You had to tear your eyes away from the rippling muscles under spreads of his t-shirt. You kneeled by his side and felt your throat stiffen at his eyes. "W-who are you?" His breaths were uneven but you could've sworn you heard him laugh. You gave him a kind smile and tore the edge of your shirt off to dress the wound on his arm.

He groaned as you wrapped the fabric tightly around his arm and you watched the pure muscle ripple beneath flesh. "I'm H/n. (Hero name) I'm here to help you. Everything is going to be alright." You finished dressing his injury and checked to make sure there was no serious danger. "Are there others nearby? Can you walk?" The man nodded and pushed himself to his feet. This man was absolutely huge.

It wasn't a quirk or some kind of mutation that made him so big, just his pure size had you gulping. "I can walk. Please, my friends are this way! They were taken by some low-life thugs." He held his rib cage and took deep breaths. You threw his arm over your shoulder and let him lead you deeper into the alleyway. The further and deeper you delved into the alleyway, the more uneasy you were becoming.

The wounded man finally came to a stop and pointed towards a run- down apartment complex that looked on the verge of collapsing. "In there! We have to h-hurry!" His breaths were labored and you were afraid for his own safety. You helped him lean against the stairs and kneeled down.

"Stay here. I'll rescue your friends and call for backup." His mouth opened like he wanted to say something but he closed it and gave you a beautiful smile.

"You're a manly hero y/n!" You couldn't fight off the blush that colored your cheeks. You cleared your throat and gave him a pat on the shoulder before sneaking in through a busted window. Inside the apartment was a lot nicer than you were expecting. Some of the wooden floor ha sheen damaged but the walls and furniture were oddly perfect.

You heard nothing but snuck down a hallway in search for the man's missing friends. Your eyes were drawn to a large door with the letter R engraved into the wood. You licked your dry lips and inched closer to the handle. Just when your fingers touched the metal, the floor board creaked.

Strong, sharpened fingers wrapped around your throat and pinned you against the wall. The man you rescued was staring down at you like a lion who had caught his prey. His lips were pulled back in a wild grin and your airway was cut off completely. He hushed your struggling and pushed his thick thigh between your legs.

"God you look so delicious h/n. Or should I say y/n? Oh you are surprised? I've been hunting you for a long time dollface. Let go....let go...." your vision turned black and you slumped forward.

~timeskip~

You didn't expect to be chained up like a dog when you first awoke. The bed sheets you were laid out on were red silk and almost soothed the bruises on your knees. Your head throbbed and you tried to look around the room you were being held captive in. The walls were tall and there was plenty of room for decoration but a desk and laptop were all you could see besides this massive bed.

The door opened and you tried activating your quirk, ready to fight off your captor. Nothing but little sparks fell from your hands and dread settled in the deepest part of your gut. There was the man from before with a glass of water and a smug smirk. He leaned on the doorway and you realized why there was a need for such a large door.

"Good morning hero. Sleep well?" The laughter that followed made you want to gouge out his eyes. Your chest heaved with each step he took closer. You could only wriggle a few inches away before he sat down in front of you and squeezed your cheek. "You need some water."

He had bandages wrapped around his bulky upper arm but other then that most of his wounds had healed. His hair was tied back and it looked like he had at least cleaned himself up. With the v-cut white shirt and sweatpants he almost looked...normal.

You gathered a pool of spit in your mouth and spat in his face, lips curled back like a ravage dog.

The man closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose. A burning rage built into his soul and he threw the cup of water across the room and it shattered on impact. He grabbed the chain around your throat and wrapped it around his fist. You were centimeters away from his mouth and you didn't even want to open your eyes.

He pinched the side of your nose. "Open your mouth." You tried to seal your mouth shut but it was quickly becoming hard to breathe, especially when the chain went shorter and your neck was being rung dry. "Open. It." You had no choice but to open your mouth and he spitted back into your mouth. He chuckled when it landed directly on your tongue and he gathered his spit again to spat right between your eyes as well.

He took his palm and rubbed his salvia all over your face. You could only whimper and try to kick your legs but his solid frame didn't budge. "I guess this is as good a time as any to introduce myself. My name is Eijirou Kirishima. Do you remember me Princess?" That name...where had you heard that name before?

You opened your eyes and tried to imagine there was spit dripping down your face. Kirishima let go of the lead and palmed the growing erection in his pants. He had changed into a more leisure outfit, complete with gray sweats that did little for the flagging cock he was shamelessly stroking.

"Red Riot?" Kirishima felt his cock throb when you mentioned his villain persona. "How the fuck are you still alive?" Your mentor, Falcon, had planned a full fledge attack on Red Riot's hideout only a few months prior. The attack had left most of his men dead and a few were taken into custody. Kirishima crawled over you, his large frame shadowing your body completely. You gulped are the pure hunger in his eyes.

"It's hard to kill a god, sweetheart." His fingers hardened in an instant and the remains of your hero costume were nothing but strips of fabric. "I can't believe your hero agency dresses you in such slutty clothing." His crimson eyes ran over your bruised body, quivering in fear. Red riot cupped your cheek in an almost kind way.

"You'll be my pretty girl, won't you?" His thick fingers teased around your perking nipples. You tried to squeeze your eyes shut and pretend this wasn't happening to you. The villain was far from happy with your response.

He dropped down onto his stomach,grabbing both of your thighs in his hands. "Open up princess." You shook your head in horror and clenched your legs even tighter. Kirishima growled and dig his hardened fingers into your flesh, followed by his teeth clamping onto the flesh knelt to your knee. Your reflexes betrayed you and Eijirou had just enough space to squeeze in and force your legs apart by his frame alone.

You tried using your feet for leverage to kick him off but your feet just slid around his body. The red head was growing impatient. "I can smell you from here." His simple sentence had your breath catching in your throat.

Kirishima felt like he could rip out of his boxers at any moment. He had seen you do interviews before on T.V and had fantasized what this fantastic body must look like bare. He also couldn't deny how he's imagine this sweet little pussy and throbbing pearl just aching to be touched.

Your clit beckoned him and when his lips wrapped around your clit you felt like your whole brain short-circuited.You we're now trying to push his head away at all cost. "Please, please I'll do anything. Please Red Riot I-I can't-" Kirishima groaned in frustration and edged his sharp canines under the hood of your clit. The bundle of nerves sung and the direct pressure made your abdomen clench.

"You are strong y/n. You can take it. Now," Kirishima flattened his tongue from clit to hole and basked in the delicious taste. "Let me stretch you out or you will really hate me." He winked at you and went right back to business.

The tip of his tongue pressed against your hole and slowly widened to accommodate his appendage. Fuck, you were this tight around his tongue, he couldn't wait to delve into it with his cock. He gave a few experimental twists of his tongue and he looked up to you with fat tears rolling down your face. He removed his tongue and peppered your clit with firm kisses.

"I'm surprised Falcon didn't claim you first. Everytime I would see you both on the news, the way he looked at you disgusted me." Kirishima circled your opening with two fingers, easing the tense muscles. "You're mine h/n. You're going to be my dirty sidekick." You had small hopes his fingers would just slide in without friction. However despite the growing wetness between your thighs, your walls wanted to reject his digits as soon as they passed the first knuckle.

Kirishima clicked his tongue and sat up on his knees, one hand on your abdomen to brace you down. "That just won't do." He huffed and forced his fingers the rest of the way in and you shrieked in pain. Kirishima kept his eyes on you as he curled his fingers at a rapid pace.

You were muttering under your breath and tried to distract yourself from the bubbling feeling in your gut. You choked back a sob and Kirishima was there to kiss your tears away. "Just one more baby. Then I can make you feel so fucking good. Deep breath, Princess." The third finger slipped in a bit easier but with three of his fingers inside of you, you felt filled to the brim. Kirishima came you a second to adjust before turning his fingers, moaning at how quick your walls clamped down on his fingers.

"God I can't wait to fill you up Princess."Kirishima wrapped his lips around your clit and suckled. All the while he was curling his fingers against that sensitive spot that drove you mad. Kirishima groaned against your core and used his thumb to roll over your pearl.

His large shoulders made your thighs burn from the stretch. Your mind was clouded and the burn started to warm your tummy. Kirishima wasn't stupid, he could see the ecstasy etching your features. He sped his pace to the pain where the junction where his fingers met his hand was slapping against your flesh.

He but your thigh again, sucking on the skin until it formed a dark bruise. "There you go. C'mon Princess, let go for me." He opened his fingers inside of you and you gushed. You wanted to stay silent but pitiful moans were all you could muster. Kirishima took out his fingers and sucked them dry. You avoided eye contact but the man's eyes were glued to your heaving breast.

Kirishima pulled down his sweats, just enough for his cock to spring to life. You could feel his girth resting on your mound and just the feel bad you begging for mercy. "It's too big...Please, please just make it stop." Kirishima used his thumb to wipe away your tears. The blunt head of his cock split your lower lips and rested against your hole.

He unhooked the chain from around your neck and used two fingers to slip under the collar. "I want you to look at me when I take away what innocence you have left." The head of his dick pierced into you and you thrashed around like an animal. He easily batted off your hands and pumped his pelvis. Inch by inch he stretched your walls.

You cried out and had no choice but to cling to his body. He showed you the smallest kindness and held your lower back with one hand and your thigh with the other. It felt like ages had went by when he was fully seated and his heavy balls were against your ass.

"Yeah. Fuck yeah, it feels even better then I imagined." He snarled. He took small strokes and rested his fingers against the bulge in your stomach. He could almost see the outline of his cock and he had to stop himself from busting a nut.

You couldn't even form a sentence, nevertheless notice when he slapped your breast a couple of times. Kirishima licked his lips and took out the hair band holding his hair back. Wild red spikes hurled out from his head and it signaled just how wild things were about to get.

He slammed his hand on the headboard and the wood splintered like glass. He rocked into you at a blinding speed. He couldn't even stop to notice the red blood spilling onto the sheets below. Your tongue rolled out of your mouth and Kirishima grabbed the wet appendage between his fingers.

"Such a filthy whore. I see why you climbed the ranks so quickly." Kirishima grabbed you by the throat and tilted your head back. "A dumb slut like you could never get anywhere without spreading her legs." Your body wasn't even touching the bedding now. Kirishima picked you up and slid his arms under your thighs.

The momentum had you completely under his control. You were nothing but a fuckdoll, a warm place to stick his dick. "Y-your splitting me in h-half!" You wheezed our from under your cries of pleasure. If you hadn't stroked his ego, you sure were now. He doubled over your body and slammed his fist into the headboard over and over again.

With each thrust, his fist took another jab at the wood. If you wanted to be split open, you fell into the right villains trap. Your hole greeted him with such eagerness it was hard to believe you were once a Virgin. Kirishima shares a sloppy, wet kiss with you and could feel your walls spasm.

"Are you gonna cum again? Cum on this monster cock baby. My dumb f-fucking slut." Eijirou cursed and bounced you like your body was lifeless. Ei peeked his lip back to snark and his cock twitched within your walls. "Tell me what you want. Tell me where you want it!" Your whole body spasmed and you could feel his cock head bump your cervix with each thrust.

"Inside! Please, please, please inside!" You'd never felt this full, this fucking great. Kirishima left his bite marks all over your exposed chest and neck.

"I'll leave you so fucking ruined you'll never want anybody else. I'll send fucking pictures of my cum leaking out of cunt for Falcon to stroke his dick to at night. You are ruined y/n. You're f-fucking MINE!" Kirishima emptied his balls deep inside of your walls and the warm feeling had your pussy begging for more. You couldn't take it anymore and came once again, your body falling back against the sheets with drool leaking out of your mouth.

Kirishima grabbed his sweatpants, still balls deep in your womb and grabbed his phone. He snapped some pictures of your love bites and a video of him pulling out of your sopping hole. He turned the camera on himself and stretched out beside of you.

"Smile for the camera, pretty girl! Welcome to being the League of Villains personally cum dumpster!"

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