Man does Denki feel shitty when the bakusquad keeps telling him that he must not be capable of compassion. All because he's never been I'm love? Yeah maybe he thinks about sex rather than love but that doesn't mean he can't feel compassion. "Really, Dunce face? Even /I/ feel

fucking compassion." Bakugou nudged him lightly and then Sero gave him a small flick to the nose, "how can you be a hero if you don't feel any love or compassion?"
That blow really hurt. He wanted to be a hero so fucking bad. He just hasn't found someone that he fell in love

with yet, that's all. Kaminari was taking a walk outside, thinking about whether he was a good person or not. He loved his friends. Did that not stand for shit? He wanted his friends to believe in him. Nobody else had though, so why would they? He sighed and wrapped his hands

around his arms. He didn't bring a coat because he had left the group in such a shitty mood. He was staring at the ground when he heard someone speak to him. "You cold, hero?" Denki's head snapped up from the ground. In front of him was Dabi. The actual villain Dabi.

The blondes eyes widened and he took a step back, "sh-shit..you're..you're in the League." Dabi chuckled and leaned against the building next to him. "Glad you recognize me." Denki raised his hand, ready to fight if he needs to. "Woah, be careful blondie, there's other

people around us. I wasn't here to fight. Just wondering why a hero could be alone, looking so sad." Denki didn't move from his readied fighting stance. Did he look that sad? Man, his friends really sucked ass huh? He slowly dropped his arm. "Why do you care?"

Dabi shrugged, "I don't really. Just thought heroes were always happy." Denki shook his head and laughed weakly, "we're still fucking humans. We still get sad." Dabi pushed himself off the building and took a few steps towards Denki, "yeah but, you're...much too pretty to

look so sad." Kaminari gulped and felt goosebumps make their way up his arms. "You gay or something man?" Another step closer to Denki. "Maybe. Depends on if you come home with me or not." That's when it hit Denki. The perfect revenge to his friends. The perfect way to get them

back. Maybe he lacked compassion but he fucked a villains so they could go suck a dick. It was the best idea ever. And he definitely wasn't justifying it just because Dabi was an inch away from him and making his dick rise in his jeans.
"Is it a yes or a no, blondie?"

Denki stared up at the villain, contemplating his decision. It could be a trap after all, but if that was the case he had no problem trying to fight his way out. He was always one for risky decisions, and Dabi was so close Kami could feel his breath on his neck. It was all just

a little...overwhelming. But in a good way. He slowly reached his hand out, being cautious as he gently tugged on the side of Dabi's jacket. "It's a yes."
Dabi lead the blonde down an alley, Denki spent the entire time wondering how this major was going to murder him.

That is, until they reached a door. Denki looked at the taller male questioningly. "Wait, you're actually taking me to a building?" Dabi raised his eyebrows as he turned the door handle, "I wasn't planning in fucking you right here in the street. I have a little class, sometimes"

"Well yeah but, I thought this was a trap." Dabi took a step inside and turned around when Denki didn't follow him, "then why'd you come?" The blonde shrugged his shoulders, "because if it wasn't a trap then I'd get some dick." He stepped inside as Dabi chuckled, "wow, and

I thought you were supposed to be a hero." The other sighed, "yeah, me too."

The villain led Denki through the small apartment to the living room. He kept his eyes open, watching for anyone else to pop out.
"This really isn't a trap?" He asked as he looked around cautiously. Dabi shook his head, "no trap, no other people here, just us. Feel free to

look everywhere." Denki stared up at Dabi before sinking onto the couch in front of him. "Just make yourself at home I guess," Dabi chuckled. "I don't understand? If you hate heroes and wanna take them down and what not then why am I here?" The taller male sighed and crossed his

arms. "Why don't you ask yourself that question. You hate villains, yet here you are." The blonde looked down at his feet, "I have my reasons." Dabi shrugged, "well so do I blondie."
He leaned over where Denki sat, laying his hands against the back of the couch to box him in.

Dabi kept leaning, until their faces were only inches apart. "Seems a little more risky for you though, I'd say." The blonde raised an eyebrow, looking unphased, "and why's that? You think I can't take you on my own?" Dabi's lips slowly grew into a grin across his face.

"Because now I can take advantage of you in any way I want." That's when Denki grew a smirk of his own as he leaned even closer towards the villain, "bold of you to assume that's not what I want." Both men stared at one another with devious grins before meeting in the middle

for their first kiss. Denki felt the texture of Dabi's burned skin, it was soft. He brushed his tongue against the others bottom lip, feeling all the dips in the textured skin. Dabi opened his mouth, letting the blondes tongue slide in against his own.
They pulled away from

each other, breating slowly but deeply. Suddenly Dabi was pulling Denki up by his jacket and lifting him up, he spun and sunk down onto the couch with the blonde on his lap. The kissing began again immediately, but something was different. Denki noticed the difference right away.

Dabi was kissing him /hungrily/. His teeth were nipping at Denki's bottom lip and his hands gripped the blondes hips tightly. This made him feel butterflies in his stomach. He was making out with a villain, it was risky, it was devious, it was fun.
He slid his hands up the

others chest until they reached his neck. Denki moved his hands to wrap behind Dabi's neck and up into his black hair. Things started to become passionate, blurry. Honestly, he didn't even know how long he'd been moving his hips, grinding against Dabi. He didn't notice until

the other pulled away slowly and spoke, "so needy that you're already rutting against me, hm?" Denki bit his lip, maybe it was pathetic, but maybe he wanted to look that way. He kept going, moving faster as Dabi gently ran his hands up the heroes thighs. His thumbs just barely

brushing against his cock as he did so.
Denki whimpered quietly, Dabi helped him move his hips more, and more, until he was panting above the villain. "Please.." Dabi smirked, "please what?"
"Please fuck me, Dabi."

Dabi reached his hands behind the other and slid his pants down just past his ass, groping it and sliding fingers in between his ass cheeks. All that did was make Denki whine more, "god, just fuck me already!" Dabi reached one hand up, grabbing blonde hair and forcing his head

back. "Heroes aren't supposed to talk like that. You're supposed to ask politely. So why don't you be a good little hero." Denki growled lightly, gripping Dabi's shirt, "I don't give a damn how heroes are supposed to talk." The other smiled wickedly and let go of Denki's hair,

"What a wild little thing you are." He pushed three long fingers inside Denki, watching his mouth fall open in pleasure.
It wasn't long before the boy on his lap was riding his fingers, pushing himself back on them, looking even more pathetic than before.

Denki looked down, staring at the villain beneath him. On his way to the apartment Denki thought maybe part of him would regret this halfway through it, but when Dabi picked him up and threw him over the arm of the couch, ripping the blondes pants off completely, Denki knew

there was no way in hell he'd regret this. The blonde's shirt was pushed up and the others fingers twisted at his nipples as he began rutting his clothed cock against Denki's ass.
He leaned forward, resting his cheek on Denki's shoulder, biting at his neck. "You're gonna

feel so fucking good wrapped around my dick." Kaminari smiled in between moans, his teary eyes looking up at the other. Dabi dropped one hand down, reaching to undo his belt while the other hand flicked and pulled on Denki's left nipple. Dabi watched as Denki arched his back

sticking his ass out like a good little slut. "How many times have you done this before, hero?" Denki huffed, "none of your business." Dabi snickered, "sorry blondie, didn't mean to offend, just wanted to know how prepared you were." And before Kaminari could respond he

felt Dabi push himself inside all the way.

"Oh f-fuck.." Kaminari was shocked forward with the force of Davi's thrust in, and the blonde was in absolute heaven. He was so stretched out, so full. He almost didn't want the other to move at all, but suddenly he felt the length being pulled back out and shoved in again.

And again. And again. Denki's hands found a pillow on the couch and they squeezed tightly, nails digging into it.
While his thrusts were fast, Dabi leaned down slowly, and Kaminari felt the villain smirk against his neck, "I knew you'd wrap around my dick tightly. Such a good

little hero." Denki only answered with a loud moan, Dabi licked a stripe up the blondes neck and shoved his fingers into the boys mouth. "How much more you think you can fit in this little hole, hm?"

The blonde moaned against the others fingers, swirling his tongue around them as Dabi fucked into him. When he pulled his fingers out of Denki's mouth, he rubbed them around the boys rim, where Dabi's cock pushed in and out.
A shaky breath fell out of Kaminari's mouth, "

"do it." And with a hum of approval Dabi pushed a finger against his cock and inside Denki. The blondes eyes widened, feeling the burn of being stretched so wide. He gasped as Dabi continued to thrust his hips, and his arm. He curled his finger and began pounding into that sweet

spot, and whatever Kaminari was feeling before was completely gone now.
His head was spinning, pleasure shot through his body as the villain behind him plowed into him with no regard. Denki's moans had become screams, letting them fly from his mouth without caring.

Dabi used his free hand to grasp Denki's hair and pull him up, the blondes back against his chest, still letting his hips slap against the others ass. Kami's eyes were glazed over, couldnt even form a coherent thought at the moment. Dabi chuckled, "damn, you look so fucked out."

Denki smiled lazily as he tried to push his hips back against the villain. "Close.." Dabi grinned and pushed another finger in with his cock and first finger. This time, he didn't wait to curl it, he pushed it up right away, moving his body faster than ever.

One, two, three seconds passed and Dabi felt an electric shock rattle his body, causing his cum to shoot out inside the blonde, who was now limp under Dabi. The villain collapsed, breathing heavily over Denki who was out cold.

Denki felt his eyes start to open, it was hard at first, he felt so tired. But he managed to crack them open. They were dry, crusty, and he was in an unfamiliar room. He looked around, groaning sleepily.

The room was dark, curtains shut and black comforters on the bed.

He sat up, looking down at the bed underneath him. He was surprised to see he was wearing a shirt he didn't recognize. The door to the room swung open and Dabi walked through. Suddenly everything came flooding back to his mind. "Shit..how long was I out?"

Dabi threw a granola

bar at the blonde. "Your stomach was growling, eat this until dinners ready and you've been out for about 30 minutes. "Uh huh," Denki spoke as he opened his granola bar, "and this is your shirt I take it?"

The villain nodded, "put your clothes in the washer, plus I thought that

would be more comfortable." The blonde raised his brows, "be more comfortable without my underwear?" Dabi hummed and sat down on the bed. "Well I figured if I held your clothes hostage you wouldn't be able to leave."

Denki chuckled, "I mean, you're a villain. Couldn't you just

hold /me/ hostage?" Dabi grinned, leaning back on his forearms, "someone's got some fucked up kinks." The blonde scoffed playfully, giving Dabi's arm a shove, "I do not! Well I do, but that's beside the point!"

Dabi raised an eyebrow, but he just chuckled quietly before standing

and walking towards the door. "I made dinner, if you wanna come eat with me or some shit." Kaminari tilted his head in confusion, but he followed the other out to the kitchen anyways.

He sat at the small kitchen table, swinging his legs as he mulled over multiple things in his

mind. First, he was in Dabi's house. A villain's house. Part of him still thought this was a trap. Second, he felt too comfortable here. It was weird. And lastly, why didn't Dabi immediately drop him outside once they finished?

Denki was completely zoned out when Dabi set a

plate of food in front of him. "Eat up, blondie."

Denki looked at the plate then back up at Dabi. "Okay I'm officially confused. Why are you being nice to me?" Dabi crossed his arms, "okay I know I'm a villain but damn, that's harsh."

"Okay but I'm a /hero/. Basically you're supposed to hate me? And I've never slept with

someone and had them be nice to me afterwards." Dabi grabbed himself a plate of food and sat across from Denki at the small table.

"You've been fucking with shitty ass people then. And I guess I don't care if you're a hero. You're cute, I've taken an interest in you, jobs aside.

And I assume you feel the same way about that last part since you're sitting in my kitchen, wearing my shirt and no underwear."

Denki was speechless at that point, I mean, Dabi was right. So, the blonde kept his mouth shut and began eating his food.

•••

The next day Denki's friends asked where he'd been until late the night before. Because maybe him and Dabi had a little more fun until Denki's clothes dried.

He'd planned on telling his friends what happened. But that was before him and Dabi traded numbers. And made plans.

So, Denki shrugged them off. "Nowhere just out with someone." Kirishima wrapped an arm around the blonde, "out fucking with someone again?"

Denki rolled his eyes, "oh fuck off. It's none of your business." Kirishima laughed and gave Denki a pat on the back, "alright, whatever."

As they sat in class Denki leaned back with his head against the back of his chair. Suddenly his phone vibrated in his pocket, he waited until Aizawa was turned around and pulled it out.

- Dabi : Still coming tonight, right? Don't ditch me.

Denki laughed quietly, typing out his reply.

To: Dabi : I'm not gonna ditch you, I'm not that much of an asshole.

Just after he hit send something snatched the phone right from his hand. He looked up and saw his phone wrapped in Aizawa's scarf. Shit.

"If you find something more interesting than my lecture, maybe the rest of the class should know." Oh fuckfuckfuck. Denki prayed to any and every god that Aizawa didn't look at the screen.

Without looking at it Aizwa through the phone in his desk drawer, "you'll get it back

after class."

•••

Denki anxiously sat through the rest of the class. It was the last class of the day but it went by so /slow/. He bounced his leg and tried not to think about what would happen if someone found out about his little fling. What if he went to jail?

Okay so fucking a villain maybe wasn't such a great idea after all. Okay, he'd go to Dabi's today and end it. Maybe have a little fun first? No no, just end it. No sex. Okay maybe sex, it does sound pretty good right n-

Denki jumped as his thoughts were interrupted by the school bell. Finally. Everyone shuffled out of the room except Kirishima, Sero and Bakugou who waited for him in the back of the classroom.

Kaminari shamefully walked up to the front of the class room, “Mr. Aizawa, m-may I have my phone back?”
His teacher eyed him suspiciously, which made Denki gulp. “I should keep it. But, I’m forbid from stealing students property.”

He pulled the drawer open and tossed Denki his phone. “Don't let it happen again.” Kaminari nodded and quickly spun around, making his way towards his friends who were chuckling under their breath.

"So, what does everyone wanna do this wonderful Saturday night?” Sero asked to the group. “I don't care, I’m up for anything.” Bakugou stayed silent, but Denki spoke up quietly. “I actually have plans with someone tonight, I’m sorry guys.”
“Got another booty call, dunce face?”

As much as he wanted to retort, Denki only smiled. “something like that, see you guys later!” and off he was towards Dabi's apartment.

°°°

Kaminari practices what he'll say the entire way there. What’s the worse that could happen? ‘Murder’, Denki thinks to himself.
Okay there’s no way Dabi will murder him for breaking it off right? Hopefully.

He knocks on Dabi's door, and just as he hears the door open, Denki opens his mouth to let the words flow out. But he's being pulled in by his wrist, and suddenly he's shoved against the back of a closed door, lips against his own.

‘Fuck’. He should resist. He /should/ push him away and tell him the truth. But Dabi's lips are soft and his hands are rough against his skin and his head won't stop spinning.

Before he knows it he's being led to the same bedroom he woke up in the first time he was here.

Everything is moving too fast, he can barely keep up. Dabi's hands are on his skin and his teeth are at his neck. Kaminari drops onto the bed behind him and Dabi climbs over top of him.

He can't help but rut up against the leg between his own, and he whines when Dabi runs his tongue down the side of his neck. “Been thinking about you all day, Blondie.”

“R-really..?” Denki's hands clutch Dabi's shirt tightly.

“Couldn’t get you out of my damn head.”

This time, they both lean into each other, teeth ripping at each others lips. Dabi presses his knee into Denki's middle which elicits a groan from him. Dabi pulls away with a chuckle, “You like that?”

Kaminari nods without a second thought. Pain shoots through his body when Dabi puts more pressure on Denki's dick.

He sings an absolutely filthy moan of pleasure, eye's held shut, eyebrows scrunched together in pain.

“Oh baby, don't tell me you’re a slut for pain,” Dabi says with a devilish grin.

“I- u-um..maybe..”

Dabi's only response is to dig his knee down harder and watch in amusement as the boy under him cries out. “I should have known you'd be a dirty masochist.”

While keeping the pressure on Kaminari's cock, he begins to slide his leg against it. “Bet I can make you cum with a little bit of pain and friction, don’t you think so?”

“I- I- FUCK!”

Dabi suddenly grinds his knee down and wraps a hand around Denki's neck, shoving him down against the bed. Dabi's knee ruts against the others dick slowly. Kaminari’s eyes fall shut and his moans pour out.

“Oh fu- y-yes, so good.”

“Yeah? You like it when I crush your cock under my leg?”

Denki nods shamelessly as he bites his lip. He begins to move his hips in motion with Dabi's, “I- I’m close..”

“Already? Fucking pathetic.”

Dabi can't hide his smirk when Kaminari moans at his words.

He grabs Denki by the chin and tilts his head forward. “Look at me, Kaminari.”

Denki's eyes open and look up at the villain above him.

“Good boy. Now beg me to come.”

“B-but..p-please I-“

His knee presses down as hard as he can manage, “beg!”

“Oh fuck, please please please! I need to come, gotta c-come, please daddy!”

Dabi stops for a moment, letting that name sink in for just a minute. He resumes his movement, slower this time and his lips curl into a dark grin.

“If I’m your daddy,” Dabi keeps his hand holding Denki's chin, and he uses his thumb to brush over his lips, “does that mean you’re my baby boy?”

Kaminari stares up at Dabi, only nodding in response because he's too preoccupied with the small cries his throat’s letting out.

“Come for me, baby boy.”

Denki's hips thrust up against Dabi's knee and he drops back into the bed as come coats the inside of his underwear. His cries only begin to die down after 30 seconds, his hips still moving slowly.

He opens his eyes to peek up at Dabi, but only ends up turning red and covering his face with his arms.

Dabi laughs, “after /that/ you’re gonna get all shy?”

“W-well, I’ve just..I’ve never done /that/ before.”

Dabi grabs Kaminari's wrists and moves his arms aside, “I thought you wanted it?”

“No, I did! I just, most people get weirded out when I ask them to hurt me, so I've never..and on top of that i..”

Dabi eye’s him, curiosity bubbling in his brain, “you what?”

Denki turns his face to the side, “I’ve never acted so submissive. I usually put up some sort of fight for dominance. At least in the beginning!”

Dabi lets his arms go and gives a prideful smile, “It's just my dominant touch.” Denki gives the villain a shove and sits up.

He pulls on the others belt and starts to undo it until Dabi stops him. Denki looks up at him questioningly, “but don't you want to?”

“I already did.”

Kaminari thinks for a moment then gasps, “untouched?”

Dabi stood up and was already peeling his shirt off.

“Fuck off, you were fucking hot okay and the way you looked when you fucking came I couldn't- ugh, tell anyone and I’ll fucking murder you.”

The words make Denki gulp quietly, the thought that those words were true lingered in the back of his mind.

“What would you do if I didn't show up today?”

Dabi stopped to look at him, his pants halfway off, “why wouldn't you? Did you not want to?” 

Kaminari sat up, scooting to the edge of the bed, “no, I wanted to. But let's just say I didn't show up," his legs swing back and forth gently as Dabi approaches him, now fully clothed.

"What would you have done?" 

Dabi thinks carefully then grins, leaning his hands onto Kaminari's thighs. "Oh I don't know, maybe I would have stopped by your dorm room to /convince you/ to come with me." 

The other shudders, wondering what would have been in store for him.

"What? You don't like that idea?" 

Denki looks down, "considering you're you, it's a little nerve wracking." 

In all honesty, it was a lot nerve wracking. The thought that Dabi could, no, /would/ do anything he wanted to him. But it gave Denki a strange sense of excitement.

Dabi gently grabs his chin, "don't act like you wouldn't like it, baby boy." He gently kisses Denki's lips, "now, let's go put our clothes in the washer. You can wear mine until yours are done." 

"You're not gonna kick me out?"

Dabi pulls him off the bed and leads him to the laundry room with his own dirty clothes in hand. He sighs, "we went over this last time blondie, I'm not an asshole." 

"No, you only try to kill my teachers and all my friends."

"Your friends are assholes."

Denki looks down, "they're good people." 

Dabi pulls the others shirt off and tosses it in the washer. "Pants off." 

He listens and pulls his pants to his ankles, shaking them off one leg at a time. 

"When's the last time they said something nice to you?"

Denki shrugs. "well I don't know they just-" 

Dabi cuts him off. "never, right?" He tugs on the hem of the others boxers. 

As Denki slides them off he blushes and covers himself up with his hands. "I don't know." He looks down to the ground, because he knows Dabi is right.

His friends have never had anything nice to say about him. Either he's stupid or incapable of compassion or useless in battle. Fuck, now he just wants to curl up and cry. He doesn't dare look up at Dabi who's throwing all their things in the washer. He feels so stupid.

He /can't/ cry, not here.

Not while standing naked in front of this villain who's really hot and kind of nice to him for some reason. That's another thing. They all think he's kind of a slut. And maybe he is.

Shit. Denki feels tears stream down his face and he reaches one hand up to quickly wipe them away. 

Dabi turns the washer on and turns toward him, "Like I said, they're assho-" Dabi stops when he see's Denki's tear streaked face. "Blondie?" He steps closer, "what's wrong?"

/Fuck/. 

Denki turns on his heel and bolts to the closest room he can find, slamming the door behind him. He sinks to the floor and covers his mouth, stifling a sob. He can't believe he's fucking doing this.

Breaking down during a booty call? How fucking pathetic. He chokes out another sob and wraps an arm around his own waist in an attempt to keep his voice down. 

He jumps when there's a soft knock at the door. 

"Kaminari? What the fuck happened back there? Are you okay?"

Denki stands himself up and takes a deep breath, holding his composure for a moment, "I'll be out in a minute." He looks around and notices he's in the bathroom, so he takes a moment to look in the mirror and wipe his eyes, taking another deep breath.

He slaps his cheeks gently and carefully opens the door. Dabi stands on the other side, waiting patiently with clothes for him.

After Kaminari is changed, he sits quietly on Dabi's couch, waiting for him to come back from the kitchen. When he finally returns with two glasses in his hand, Denki looks away. He feels weight on the couch next to him and a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" 

Kaminari shook his head, staring down at his lap. Dabi's hand slides across Denki's back, his fingertips playing with the ends of blonde hair. Denki leans into the hand on his back, "Fuck..I'm sorry, I'm sorry if it's what I said."

He shakes his head, keeping his eyes down. "I-it isn't..it's just, I wish I had nicer friends. That's all." 

The hand on his back slowly moves up, resting on the back of Denki's neck while his thumb brushes his jaw.

"Ya know, earlier when I said I've been thinking about you all day? I wasn't lying. You're the only thing on my god damn mind for some reason." 

"Because I'm a good fuck." 

"No!" Dabi replies. "Well, you are but that's not all. You're just. You're fucking fascinating.

Not many people are willing to come near me. Especially, little heroes like you." 

"Fuck being a hero. I'm useless in battle anyways." 

Dabi squeezes Kaminari's neck, making him turn his face to Dabi's.  "Shut the fuck up. I've seen you use your quirk. You're not useless."

He pulls Denki onto his lap, holding him by the hips. "You're strong, baby boy."

Denki can't help the blush that crosses his cheeks. He ponders on continuing the conversation, but decides to change the subject. "Aizawa-sensei almost caught me texting you in class today. I almost shit my pants, I thought I was going to jail."

Dabi covers his mouth, attempting to hold back a laugh. "You didn't give my contact a fake name?" 

"No? But that sounds like a good idea now that you mention it." He lays his hands on Dabi's chest. "Kinda scared me into telling you we couldn't do this."

Dabi nods, "don't wanna jeopardize your career. Makes sense."

"Right, but then I didn't have a chance to say anything when I got here because someone had me pressed against the door in .2 seconds." 

"What can I say? I missed you."

Denki blushes again, pressing his face against the villains shoulder to hide a quiet giggle. "At least I don't have school tomorrow, so I don't have to go back to the dorms." 

"Already inviting yourself to stay over huh?"

His eyes widen. "W-wait I wasn't trying to do that, um, I-I mean-" 

A hand presses against his mouth, effectively quieting him. "Relax." Dabi smirks. "I was gonna make you stay anyways."

The night passes by and somehow Denki ends up with his head in Dabi's lap while the tv plays some random movie. He looks up at the other.

/He could literally kill me right now if he wanted to./

Kaminari grabs Dabi's hand and trails his fingers along the palm of it.

/That's kind of hot though./

He shakes his head at his own inner monologue as Dabi stares at him with curiosity.

"Do you ever use your quirk for sex?" He asks Dabi suddenly.

"Mm, sometimes, I guess. Why?" 

Denki shrugs, "it would be kinda cool. Like temperature play."

Dabi watches as Denki plays with his hand. "Do you ever use yours for sex?" 

The blonde quickly shook his head. "No. Never." 

"Why?" 

"I just don't like to."

"That's too bad. When you shocked me during sex it felt fucking good."

Denki shoots up, quickly turning to face him. "When I /what/?" 

"When you had your orgasm you sent a shock through my body. Then you passed out." Dabi takes in the horrified look on Denki's face and continues.

"You probably just lost control for a second. I tend to have that effect on the guys."

Denki stands up, pulling at his hair. "That's never fucking happened before. I'm always so careful. I can't believe I let myself lose fucking control."

Dabi is quick to stand up as well, gently grabbing Denki by the wrist. "Hey, don't be so damn hard on yourself. When we did it, it was..a lot of stimulation. And you didn't hurt me, it's really not that big of a deal oka-"

"NOT A BIG DEAL?" Kaminari rips his arm out of Dabi's grasp. "Do you know how fucking scary it is knowing I could electrocute someone to death at any point if I lose control? Because I would rather fucking /die/ than kill someone else."

He stares intently into Dabi's eyes, brows furrowed with a mixture of anger and disappointment in himself. 

Finally, Dabi slowly holds his hand out, offering it to Denki. "But I'm not scared of you. In fact, I trust you a little too much, blondie."

Denki ponders how he should react until he instinctively reaches for the hand in front of him. "Maybe I feel the same about you." 

"You probably shouldn't be so trusting of someone like me." 

"Neither should you."

Dabi leads him from the living room, into the hall. "I don't think you'll rat me out anyways." 

Denki stops in the hallway, "and why's that?" 

The other spins around, gently pressing Kaminari into a wall. 

Denki can feel his breath against his face.

Dabi rolls their hips together, "because you like this dick too much, baby boy." 

He keeps himself together as Dabi moves their groins against each other. If anything, Denki's goal is to at least keep his fucking composure for a lot longer than last time.

The blonde smirks. "I could say the same about you." 

Dabi shakes his head, pressing soft kisses to his neck and ear. "No you can't. Because I can kidnap you, hold you hostage at the League's hideout and still get to fuck that perfect little hole."

Well, so much for holding his composure. 

Denki's head drops back against the wall and he moves his hips with Dabi's. He holds Dabi's belt loops with his fingers, pulling his hips against his own as tight as he can.

A chuckle falls from Dabi's lips. "Of course that would make your dick twitch." He bites his lip when he hears Denki moan. "So pathetic you'll do anything for a little touching, hm?" 

Denki whines, nodding in answer to the question. He feels textured lips on his collar bone.

"Too bad I'd rather keep you here. Just for me." He pulls Denki down the hallway and into his bedroom.

Before Dabi has a chance to throw Denki flat against the bed, he's pushed down. 

Kaminari already has his own boxers on the ground and his shirt is being tossed aside.

Suddenly, Dabi feels hands pulling his cock out through the zipper of his jeans.

He reaches forward, grabbing Denki's hips to push their dicks together.

They both lean in, lips pressing together heatedly. They moan against each others tongues and Kaminari slowly slides his own hand back between his ass cheeks.

He gasps quietly when he presses two fingers in. 

"Mm, gonna finger yourself open for me?" Dabi trails his lips down Denki's chest. "You're such a dirty little boy." 

Kaminari let's out a shaky moan as he grinds back on his fingers. "F-fuck..I- I can't."

He pulls his fingers out and quickly lines himself up with Dabi's dick. He rubs it against his hole and drops down onto it, splitting himself open with a scream of pleasure.

"Fucking hell, baby boy. You're such a slut. Made to take my dick. Aren't you? Made to be filled by /me/." 

Kami begins moving his hips. He leans back, resting his hands on Dabi's thighs as he works his body up and down on the length inside him.

Dabi stares up at him with lust completely clouding his mind. "Your body is fucking intoxicating, baby boy." His hands trail up Denki's torso, over his chest and up the sides of his neck. He wraps ends of blonde hair around his hands and holds them tightly.

Kaminari stares down at the villain below him. He sits up, continuing to bounce on that thick cock while running his hands up scarred arms.

His eyes wander over Dabi's still clothed body, up to his face. "Your cock feels so good Daddy."

He drops his hips down faster, bringing one hand around his cock to stroke it. 

Dabi grabs Denki by the hips. He pulls the boy down roughly on his dick and groans. "The best cock you're ever gonna get, angel."

Denki's heart flutters at the pet name, but his mind is taken elsewhere when he feels his orgasm building. 

He feels the heat coiling in his stomach. He just barely gets the words out before he's spilling all over Dabi's shirt.

Denki slowly stops moving and hovers over Dabi. But, the villain is quick to hold the blonde steady and fuck up into him rapidly. 

Denki's eyes widen and Dabi grabs onto his hair with one hand. "Did I say we were fucking done yet?"

He pulls hard on Denki's hair, eliciting a small yelp.

"No daddy! I'm sorry!" He began meeting Dabi's thrusts. "Please keep using me."

Dabi grins and brings Denki down, pressing their lips together roughly. "That's a good boy."

He feels a whine against his lips, sending his orgasm straight through him and into Denki.

Dabi rides it out and let's Denki collapse on top of him. 

"Fuck, is it always gonna be this good?"

The villain laughs. "My dick is never not good."

Denki sits up and slowly slides Dabi's dick out of him. He bites his lip and looks down. "Would you maybe, take a shower with me?" 

Dabi can hear the uncertainty in Kaminari's voice. He sits up as well and grabs his hand reassuringly.

"I'd love to take a shower with you, dumbass. You don't have to be scared to ask me for something." 

Denki smiles and pulls Dabi out of bed. "Yeah yeah whatever, I'm still new to this."

Dabi sighs. "I know."

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Hello to all my readers! The last update I made for this (aka when Denki had a cupcake in his heart) I really didn't like it and am planning on rewriting it. So as you read on, please disregard that entire part as if it never happened.

I'm sorry for the confusion!

TW: drug use (ecatasy), drunk/high sex, dabi is a hard dom

Dabi glances at his phone when he hears it vibrate on the table. He's been waiting for the call all night, but wasn't going to admit that to the blonde calling. "Hi, angel." 

/"Hey."/

His voice is soft, and a little tired sounding. Dabi smiles. "How did your exam go?" 

He hears a smile on Denki's lips when he speaks. /"Well I'm out with my friends so."/ He chuckles. /"Got a little drunk."/

"Only a little? That's a shame."

/"Oh but also."/ Denki says matter of factly. /"I'm lost so I was gonna see if you could come find me."/

Dabi furrows his brows. "Lost? Where the hell are you?" 

/"Uhhh. I was walking with Sero and then..I don't know I was alone and I don't know where."/

Dabi sighs, already pulling on a pair of jeans to head out the door. "Find a corner. Tell me what streets your at and stay there. And for fucks sake don't let any creeps pick you up." 

Denki giggles, making Dabi's thoughts wander for a split second.

/"You better hurry though."/

"Why?" 

/"I took some ecstasy like 20 minutes ago and I've got another 15 before it kicks in."/

Dabi chuckles and shakes his head. "Am I gonna have to keep an eye on you 24/7?" He slams his front door closed behind him after slipping on a pair of shoes. "Not that I'm too pissed. But be careful."

/"You literally can't be pissed at me for doing drugs. You murder people, Dabi."/ 

Dabi's arm hair stands up when the chill night air brushes against it. He makes his way down the sidewalk, heading towards the streets Denki sent him.

"How do you know if I've ever murdered anyone?" 

/"You just /look/ like you have."/ 

"Is that a compliment?" 

/"Fuck yeah it is. You look like you wanna murder me when we fuck and jesus do I get hard as FUCK when that happens."/

Dabi can't hold back the laugh in his throat when Kaminari says that. "Jesus Kaminari, you probably shouldn't be getting off on thinking I'm gonna murder you." 

/"Probably not but it is what it is, fam."/

Dabi stops and looks at the streets he's on. "I'm almost to where you are. You haven't moved right?"

/"No. But fuck. City lights are so breathtaking at night."/ 

"It's kicking in, isn't it?"

/"Yup."/ Denki says with a laugh.

Dabi speeds up his pace. He knows Kaminari can probably handle any creeps on his own, he's more worried about the dunce running off because he see's something he wants to look at or touch or /eat/.

It takes him less than 10 minutes to finally find Kaminari, and when he does? Dabi almost fucking drops to his knees. 

Denki lays on the grass next to the corner. Black jeans hug his thighs tightly and his abs are shown by a black and gray crop top.

Even his fingernails shine with black polish and Dabi wants to kiss every finger. 

He stops next to Denki and looks down at him. He scrolls his eyes down the boys body and stops at his boot clad feet.

Dabi notices the rings adorning Kaminari's hands and thinks of how they'd feel against his cock. 

"You're all dressed up." 

Denki sits up. He leans back on his hands with a large grin on his face. "Gotta look good when going clubbing with the bros."

"Clubbing huh?" He holds out his hand for Denki who takes it and pulls himself up.

The blonde keeps his hand on burnt skin and feels up and down the others arm. He let's his fingertips dip into every groove he can find with a smile. "Mhmm. Clubbing."

He's so focused on Dabi's skin that he doesn't notice them moving forward. 

Dabi keeps a hand on his back to steady him as he sways back and forth slightly. 

"What kind of clubs did you guys hit up?" 

Denki's eyes trail up the arm he's touching and land on electric blue eyes.

"Rave type places. Which is where I got the molly." 

Dabi nods as he escorts the blonde along the sidewalk. He leans down to gently press his lips against the other's ear. "You let anyone /touch/ you while you were there?" 

He leans back to glimpse at Kaminari's eyes.

Denki smirks and threads his hand into Dabi's. He spins so he's walking backwards and pulling Dabi along. "What if I did?" 

Dabi stops and pulls Kaminari against his chest roughly. He presses a harsh kiss to his lips before pulling away.

Gently he whispers against Kaminari's lips. "Then I'll fucking /kill/ them." 

The words send goosebumps up Kaminari's arm and he can feel each hair begin to stand up. "Will you? What if I was asking for it?"

"Then I guess I need to remind you of your fucking place."

The heat of the moment has Dabi in a haze. The two haven't even established being anything more than fuck buddies. But, hell will freeze over before Dabi let's another soul take what he wants to claim as his.

The words just slip out without him giving it a second thought. "Because you're fucking /mine/."

Kaminari slides his hands up Dabi's torso and grips the shirt in his fists. The fabric is soft under his touch and he moans softly when Dabi tugs on his hair. 

"Show me who I belong to, Daddy."

//more updates tomorrow hopefully!//

Denki does his best to comprehend everything as he quickly passes by it. Lights flash and horns honk while they walk through the city to Dabi's apartment. 

Dabi practically drags him along the way, his hand caresses the exposed skin under Kaminari's crop top.

//TW for knife play, blood play and some real fucked up sex yall//

Every touch sends sparks through Denki's veins and it makes him stumble closer to the villain. He presses close to him and presses one of the other's hand against his lips.

Denki kisses Dabi's fingertips while they walk, slowly licking them before pressing them into his mouth with a smirk. 

They get close to Dabi's apartment, but suddenly Denki is tugging him the other way. "The hell are you doing, Kaminari?"

"I saw something light up over here."

He sighs and let's Kaminari lead the way. "You know, we can't really be seen together right? You'll go to jail." 

Kaminari scoffs. "I'll drop a bitch if they try to arrest either of us. Let them fucking try me."

Dabi stares, dumbfounded for a moment before letting a smile take over his face. "You really are something, Denki Kaminari." 

Denki drags him into an empty parking lot and stops in the middle. "Yep and you're a burnt chicken nugget."

"I should fucking kill you for saying that." 

Denki reaches to the ground to pick something up. "Please daddy." 

"God you're so fucked up." He gives Denki a harsh slap on the ass while he's bent over. "It's hot."

Kaminari giggles and stands back up, holding a piece of glass. "This is the light I saw." 

"That's a piece of random glass." 

"But i saw it shine. And I wanted to bring it home." 

Dabi quirks a brow up in question. "Why?"

"So you can use it on me." Denki wiggles his eyebrows. 

Dabi takes the glass from his hand. "First of all, I wouldn't use some dirty ass piece of glass from the ground. I would use a knife. I do own some of those you know."

"Holy FUCK you're right!" Kaminari grabs his hand and starts dragging him again. "Take me to your apartment so we can do that." 

Dabi smirks. "Do what exactly. Tell me what you want to do."

Kaminari looks back at him with needy eyes. "Want you to hold a knife to my throat and fuck me." 

Dabi's eyes practically roll back in his head. He takes the lead and moves quickly, wanting to get back to his apartment before Denki starts hyper fixating on something else.

Dabi shoves the door open and pushes Denki inside. 

After he kicks the door closed, Kaminari shoves him against it. Dabi's back hits the door and he feels Kaminari's chest against his own. Denki threads his fingers into Dabi's hair and pulls him down for a heated kiss.

Denki feels lost for a moment, until he sees silver flash in front of him. When he pulls away and opens his eyes there's a knife in Dabi's hands. Every nerve in his body lights up. He wants to feel it on his skin. Wants the chill of the blade to send shivers down his body.

"If I remember correctly." Dabi's voice is dark and holds an evil undertone.

"You told me someone put their fucking hands on you." He presses the tip of the knife under Denki's chin and uses it to tilt his head up.

He gazes deeply into yellow eyes. "And you /let/ them touch you." 

Kaminari smirks in return. "Maybe." He bites his lip with a teasing giggle. "All I remember is /Bakugou's/ hands feeling so good on my skin."

The blonde has never heard a growl so feral. It makes him moan all on it's own. The knife goes from being under his chin to being stabbed into the wall with force. 

"You let that cocky little fucker /touch/ you?"

Denki's hands slide under Dabi's shirt and up to his chest. "Let him touch me while he ground his dick against my body." 

Dabi moves so quick Kaminari doesn't even know what happened. He feels his head being slammed into the wall and everything blurs for a moment.

Finally, when he focuses he sees his pants on the ground. His legs are wrapped around Dabi's waist and he knows there's a knife on his throat. He gulps and feels his adams apple graze the blade. 

"You'll never wanna be fucked by anyone else when I'm done with you."

Dabi uses his body to hold Kaminari against the wall. One hand holds the knife and the other reaches to push his own pants down. He spreads the others ass with one hand and let's the tip kiss his hole. 

"Hope your fuck buddy prepped you because I'm not fucking going to."

"As if I need it." Denki says with a bite in his voice. 

Dabi begins sinking his cock into the tight hole, gasping quietly as Denki sucks him in. 

The blonde's eyes widen as soon as he feels the large cock stretch him out.

Everything about it feels so fucking perfect he almost wants to come right there. 

"Holy /shit/." He looks at Dabi with half lidded eyes and tries to bounce on the dick inside him. 

Dabi chuckles and gently drags the knife down the middle of Denki's throat.

Not hard enough to do anything. Yet. 

Slowly, he begins pulling his dick out and slamming it back in. He bites his lip every time Denki let's out another moan. 

"Fuck yes, god you have the /best/ cock." 

Dabi hums and speeds his thrusts up as he digs the knife in harder.

"If that's true, then why did you let someone else touch you? You're that much of a needy bitch?" 

Kaminari cries out in pain and pleasure. He can feel the knife digging into his skin as small blood droplets appear at the entrance of the cut. 

"Harder daddy!"

"The knife or my cock?" 

Denki grins. "Both." 

"Fucking hell, you're disgusting." 

He thrusts harder. Faster. Listens to the sound of their skin slapping as he moves the knife to Denki's lips. 

Dabi doesn't have to say a word.

Denki opens his mouth and runs his tongue along the blade. He swirls his tongue around the tip as if he were sucking a cock and swallows all the blood with a groan. 

Dabi tosses the knife aside and grabs Denki by the hips. He moves the blonde up and down on his cock quickly.

He moans when Denki leans in and grazes his teeth against the sensitive skin on his neck. "Fuck. B-be careful." 

Kaminari rolls his tongue against the burnt skin and bites down hard, listening as Dabi begins thrusting erratically.

"Daddy." He whines against the villain's neck. "Let me come." 

"I shouldn't even let you since you wanna let others put their filthy hands on you." He pulls Denki up from his neck by the hair. He holds him against wall tightly and grinds directly into his prostate.

"But I wanna watch you come on my cock." 

He keeps grinding in the same spot, watching with a malicious grin as Denki thrashes in front of him. "Come baby boy." 

Kaminari screams so beautifully loud that all of Dabi's neighbors could hear.

His senses feel so overloaded as his orgasm overflows through his body. Cum shoots onto his torso and grips Dabi's shirt with all the strength he has left. 

Dabi kisses Denki's neck before licking up the blood on his neck. "So good for me baby boy."

He thrusts a few more times before finally emptying himself inside Kaminari with a grunt.

°°°

The light is harsh when Denki opens his eyes and it makes him wince.. His head throbs like someone is hammering the inside of his skull repeatedly. He closes his eyes again and turns to the side, wrapping an arm around Dabi's waist.

He pulls himself against the back of the villain, clinging to him with a small whine. 

"Mornin', angel." 

"My head hurts." Kaminari says painfully.

Dabi turns to face the blonde and pecks his forehead with his lips.

"Well that's because you got drunk and took ecstasy. I'm surprised you and your friends even do shit like that, considering you're training to be heroes."

"Believe me, heroes are not saints." He lays a head on Dabi's chest.

And based on the pain in my ass I definitely got pounded into by you." 

"Yeah. I was kinda scared you weren't going to remember." He laughs nervously and averts his gaze. "I probably shouldn't have done that when you were that fucked up."

He finally meets Kaminari's eyes. "I'm really fucking sorry. I just couldn't help myself after you told me about what fucking blasty boy did and-"

"Wait, what did Bakugou do?" Denki cuts him off. 

Dabi gives the other a questioning look.

"Did you forget? You let- well i mean, you said Blasty danced with you at whatever club you went to. Fucking ground against you and shit. It just made me really fucking mad." 

"Wait a second." Denki thinks for a moment before he sits straight up, a hand covering his mouth.

"What?"

"/Fuck/." He looks at Dabi, who's still laying down, and nervously scratches the back of his neck. "I, uh, thought it would be fun to say he touched me to try and make you jealous. And mad." 

"Why?"

Denki looks in the opposite direction. "I kinda like violent sex. That was my goal, which apparently I achieved." 

Dabi smirks. "You could have just asked me, what did I say about asking me questions? You don't gotta be fucking scared."

Denki drops back onto the bed.

"It's embarrassing to admit dark kinks like that! So of course I was too scared to ask!"

"You're scared to admit you're into knife play and shit even though I'm a villain?" 

The blonde's eyes widen and he gasps lightly. "I told you about that? Fuck!"

He presses his fingertips to the small scab on his neck. "I'm guessing I told you I'm into blood play then too?"

"No." Dabi laughs. "But I know now."

The blonde continues feeling the scab on his neck.

"I should be embarrassed but I'm too turned on, Jesus christ. Can we do that again?"

"There's no way we're having normal sex again now that I know you have the same kinks as me." 

Denki practically chokes on his own spit. "Wait, you already had those kinks?"

"Yeah. And a lot more too." 

"Well, shit. You could have told me that sooner." 

Dabi shrugs. "Well we're not even in a real relationship yet and I just didn't want to scare you away with some dark shit. It's fucking nice having you around."

Denki lets out a relieved sigh. "You don't have to worry about scaring me away. I'm fucking a villain. There's no going back now." 

Dabi chuckles quietly. "Guess that makes sense."

They both stare at the ceiling for a few moments before Kaminari breaks the silence with a few small giggles.

Dabi feels his heart flutter at the sound, and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "What's so funny?"

Denki shakes his head. "Nothing. I just realized you said we aren't in a relationship /yet/, and it made me smile. No wonder you got so jealous last night." 

Kaminari looks over at the villain, who stares at him silently. Suddenly a blush creeps up his face.

"I just meant- I mean I don't know if you're interested because I'm a hero. I just thought when you said that, maybe you meant you liked me or something and god I'm a fucking idiot, you weren't actually jealous were you? I mean why would you be i'm fucking awf-"

Dabi rolls over onto his stomach and slaps a hand over Denki's lips. "You are an idiot. I /was/ jealous, because the thought of anyone else putting a god damn hand on you pisses me off." 

Kaminari grabs Dabi's wrist and pulls his hand from over his mouth.

"And what does that mean?"

"It means you're /mine/ now. Got it?" 

The blonde nods, a big smile forming on his lips. "Got it." 

He cuddles up to Dabi and kisses over one of the many marks on his neck. "Will you tell me all the other dark shit you're into?"

"Yeah that's a discussion for a different day, blondie."

°°°

Denki hums softly, making himself breakfast in nothing but an extra large t-shirt he stole from Dabi's closet. The villain had left late last night for...work and still hadn't returned home. It's the first time Dabi left him here to go to work and he's already feeling lonely.

He sighs and slumps into a chair at the kitchen table with a sad looking omelette and a mug full of black coffee. It's only been three days since the day of his exam, and he didn't really want to leave any time soon.

It's summer break now and it's either stay here or go home.

But Denki would rather take a bullet to the head before deciding to go home. So he'll stay until Dabi shooes him out. 

He takes a bite of his burnt omelette as he contemplates the villains whereabouts. 

/What could Dabi be doing right now? Something bad, probably./

As long as his friends didn't get hurt, it doesn't really concern him right? 

/What kind of hero thinks that way? Maybe you really do lack compassion./

But Denki just couldn't ignore the twitch he felt between his legs at the thought of what Dabi was really doing.

Just as his imagination begins to run with the ideas, Dabi trudges through the door looking worn and tired. Yet, he still gives the blonde a small smile and sits across from him. 

"Morning." 

Denki raises a brow and swallows another bite.

"Morning, night owl. How was, uh, work." 

"I don't think you wanna know." 

"Oh, I'm dying to know." He says with a bite to his lower lip.

Dabi chuckles. "I can't tell you anyways." 

"Why?" Denki says questioningly. "Didn't you say you trusted me a little too much?"

"I do. Which is why you're sitting at my kitchen table wearing my favorite shirt." He watches Denki take a sip of coffee with a small blush on his cheeks.

"But I'm not gonna put you in a situation where you have to choose between me and doing the right thing. You're still a hero in training, after all." 

Denki shrugs his shoulders, popping another bite into his mouth. "Not for long." He says with a mouthful of food.

Dabi furrows his brows. "What do you mean?" 

He swallows his food down and leans back in his chair. "Failed my exam." 

"When you went out drinking I thought that meant you were celebrating." He sighs. "You did so bad that fucking Eraserhead won't let you make it up?"

"I can take remedial classes this summer. Or I can just say fuck it and drop out." 

Dabi leans his arms on the table. "Why the hell would you wanna do that?" 

Denki stands up, bringing his empty plate and mug to the sink.

"Why does it matter? One less hero in the world for you to worry about." He begins rinsing his dishes. "Besides, I'm starting to learn that heroes aren't the gods and goddesses they're all cracked up to be." 

Dabi sits up straight now, curiosity in his voice.

"What are you talking about?" 

"There's a lot of shit that you don't know. Like-" 

A knock on the door cuts Denki off and he cocks his head. "Who's that?" 

Dabi's eyes widen at the sound and he practically jumps from his chair.

He quickly crosses the apartment and looks through the peephole. 

He narrows his eyes at Denki and whispers. "Go into my room and don't come out until I get you." 

Denki furrows his brows and opens his mouth to speak, but he's cut off again.

"Go!"

His tone is still soft, but Denki knows he means it. So he swiftly walks down the hall and clicks the door closed. But, he keeps an ear pressed to it, shamelessly eavesdropping on his partner.