Dabi x Reader- One Shots

ღ(a very late) Valentine's Day ღ 🍋- Part 1

A/N: Better late than never, right? Sorry, this is being released well after the actual holiday, but it'll buff. I'm making this a two-parter because I'm not ✨done✨ with it yet🥸.

🚩This is extremely horny (brrr.) Consensual role-play (pretend there is a safe word,) throat fucking, branding, degrading. And y/n is on birth control!🚩

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Static from the television stifled your petite snores triumphantly in a feud of volume as you dozed on the beige carpeted floor. The last memory etched in your mind was some historical documentary that seized your attention before drifting away into a land of make-believe. The front door creaking open jolted you awake. Furrowing your brows, and with heavy-lidded eyes, your [e/c] irises locked onto Dabi's sapphire blues.

"Little mouse?" He toyed. "get up off the floor, or you're gonna be bitching about your neck bothering you tomorrow."

"Dabs?" You scoffed lightly, like you haven't heard that line before, all while haphazardly propelling yourself in an upright position with both arms. "What time is it?"

"A little past 11."

Dabi started towards your makeshift cocoon that was sprawled out on the living room floor, eyeing you up and down like you were a multi-course meal.

"If it were up to me, I would've dipped as soon as they started going over Detnerat's new prototypes."

"I didn't mean to fall asleep," The sight before you was becoming more clear as the ephemeral drowsiness wore off. Reaching both arms outwards, you invited him into a loving embrace."Yeah okay. That's why the pillows and blankets from the bed are out here." Before coming closer and accepting your offering, Dabi kicked off his muddy boots and tattered trench coat, you noticed he tried to cover something in the process but decided not to question it. Finally being able to sleep with the security of knowing he was home and safe was the new ambition being sought after.

With a heavy heave from his gaunt stature, Dabi pulled your body up to his, completely bypassing your invitation. The static in the background began emulating a smooth, melodic tune and the living room transformed into a dimly-lit ballroom dance floor- you know, the ones portrayed in romantic movies where the actors fall in love.

Except, you were already in love with him. As unlawful as it was falling in love with a criminal, it never altered your feeling towards the raven hair colored male. He placed his arms around your waist and burrowed his chin in the depression of your left shoulder.

"Put your head on my shoulderrrr," he purred, taking small steps to avoid the living room furniture as he began to direct a dance. "Isn't that your favorite song, princess?"

You giggled, following along. Subliminally, you can't help to admit that looking past Dabi's sadistic behaviors, he paid attention to the small details, and that meant a lot to you. Being in a relationship with one of Japan's most wanted criminals was destined to test your morale, but you couldn't help your feelings.

It was love at first sight, although he'll never admit it. Dabi would also never admit that he was your hero- literally.

The catastrophic day could be vividly replayed in your head at will. The traumatizing part was getting stuck in a villain crossfire, not Dabi saving you by concealing your body with his. Being quirkless basically rendered you defenseless in this super-human society. On the cold, hard asphalt, clinging on for dear life to his lanky build, body shuttering from fear and adrenaline, your eyes met his. Instantly, a fire ignited within his soul- he felt something funny brew in the pits of his abdomen and knew he had to get to know you better somehow.

"Indeed it is." Your foot stepped in front of his, now taking the lead in the impromptu waltz.

"Well well, blow me away."

And with that approval, you took complete control. Sneaking in a few shimmies to grind against his semi-hard and some sloppy kisses, Dabi barely kept his composure. Surely he had been waiting all evening to have you to himself. Hands traveled up both bodies, leaving their assigned spots, and began wrapping in each other's hair, deepening each kiss.

A mischievous grin played upon his lips, accentuated with a 'click' from his staples, as he lifted away from your crimson-hued cheeks. "Hold on, hold on. Save it for the bedroom, doll."

"Go get a quick shower, and I'll meet you in there then," your filthy aura mimicking his.

With a swift smack planted on your rear, you both parted ways. The savory taste of his scarred lips lingered on yours while you prepared for the night ahead. Endorphins coursed through your electrified body as you hurriedly dug through your dresser, foraging for the perfect naughty outfit. Hissing water from the showerhead was heard from the room over, meaning you had plenty of time to prepare for a showstopping reveal. Lace from your favorite teddy bodysuit hugged your curves, and the padless top let your cleavage fall into a natural position. Lilac was his favorite color on you, but you preferred to dress in [f/c] articles.

Years went by, it felt like, and the noisy stream finally ceased. Heavy footsteps marched towards the room and halted at the door frame. There stood Dabi, water glistening on his tattered skin and dressed with only a loosely tied towel around his waist. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread, and leaning back with extended arms for support. Considering that Dabi loved to have your mouth around his cock, you took it upon yourself to already have your hair pulled back.

Fuck, y/n," Dabi hissed. His hands scrambled to pull the towel off and expose his member, "too bad that's going on the floor soon."

You could only giggle at that statement, taking in the view that stood before you left you utterly speechless. He was so damn sexy.

"All fours, now, my little slut, " he cooed, that same mischievous grin crept on his face. Tonight, Dabi was calling the shots.

"Yes sir," you obliged with a proper tone to feed your lover's kink while moving into your assigned position. Dabi sauntered forward, stroking his cock to give it some girth. 

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