𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ➣ Dabi

selfish-LEMON(ish)

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Dabi's rough hands grip your waist flipping you over to your stomach, yanking your hips just as he thrusts into you, his hands kneading at your ass.

"Ugh," he moans. "Look at how well you take me. Such a good little mouse."

You moan from the new position, the sensation and overstimulation causing tears to slip down your cheeks. Dabi doesn't stop, desperate to please you once again. Even if you're connected to him so closely, you want to be closer. You want to feel him more, even as you cry into the sheets.

He leans down, making the position even deeper, causing you gasp and moan, screaming his name. "Dabi!"

"Yeah, say my name like that. You like that, don't you?" His hand wraps around your throat, forcing you to tilt you head up. From there, Dabi licks the tears off your cheeks. "You're doing so good, baby," he murmurs.

"I am?" you gasp out.

He laughs lightly, pecking your cheek. "So good."

Dabi fucks you to the point where all you can do is babble incoherent sentences, telling him it feels so good, he's so big, so good. When the two of you finish, his pleasure on your stomach once again, he takes you against the wall, causing you to orgasm twice before he does. You fall against him, your chest heaving with quiet sobs as he holds you there.

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"Think you can go again?" he asks.

You shake your head and whimper. You feel numb and weak, along with feeling euphoric and exhilarated. But not only that, your stomach aches. It might've felt amazing, and it still does, but now you're worn out and you'd like to fall asleep in his arms instead. You sniff against him, still crying softly to yourself from the amount of over-stimulation he gave you.

He chuckles softly, hugging you tighter. "Alright. Fine. But you need to go to the bathroom and then we'll shower. Okay?" he asks, brushing your hair back and the few tears away.

"Okay," you whisper.

Dabi carries you to the door, where he opens it, peeking his head out for a second. He wouldn't care if anyone saw, he'd want them to so they would know how good you were taken care of and who you belong to. You cling to him as he heads to the bathroom quickly, smirking the whole way. There, he starts the shower, setting you down to do so, and lighting a few candles with his quirk. But you crumple to the floor after trying to stand for a mere two seconds.

"Ow," you mumble weakly.

Dabi laughs but helps you up regardless, placing you in the tub. "We'll take a bath instead."

He kneels outside the tub, his hand massaging your thigh gently as you lean against the cool porcelain, your eyes falling shut. He nudges you awake, telling you the bath is no place to fall asleep. When the bath is finished filling, Dabi steps in behind you, pulling your back against his chest. You shut your eyes, listening to his steady breathing, the way he massages your arms calming you down as you press closer. It's peaceful. Quiet. The threatening sounds of anxiety, fear, and anger are finally still, leaving you to relax in Dabi's warm arms for a moment of peace.

And it stays that way till Dabi speaks.

"Why do you think Shoto is right?" he murmurs, tracing the lines in the palm of your hand.

You pause for a moment, wondering where the sudden question came from. "It's the safer option," you whisper.

He scoffs. "A safer option," he repeats. "How is it safer to walk into the arms of the people we all hate?"

"It's safer for you."

"Me?"

"If I'm with them, they won't be searching for me. They won't find you."

He frowns. "They could. You have no way of knowing that."

It's your turn to frown. He's right. You have no way of guaranteeing that they'll stop searching for the League once you leave. But it helps to know that maybe they will if you're not with them constantly. Right? Maybe, if you were safe with the heroes, they'd at least cease the vigorous attempts to find you. Not only that, you could have the opportunity to be the traitor. You know Todoroki came, requesting to join the League, and if you go back with him, then the League will have two traitors that will bring back useful information when needed. It would help the League in more ways than one. Sure, that's a tempting reason to do this, but the main factor is protecting everyone. Protecting Shigaraki. Kurogiri. Toga. Compress. Twice. Dabi. Everyone. That's more important to you. You've finally found a home, a safe haven even, and the last thing you want is to watch the heroes take them away. So if pretending to be the good guy, at least for a moment, is the only way, then so be it. You'll do it.

You sigh and gently turn around to face Dabi. He stares at you with no emotions besides boredom. Reaching up to cup his face, you say, "I don't have any other options, Dabi. Me being here is putting everyone at risk of being arrested. I think I need to go to the heroes, at least for a little while. I don't want to," you say softly. "But I will if I means you'll all be okay."

He shuts his eyes and leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours. "We've got to fix this problem of yours, mouse."

"What?" You lean back from him, your eyes wide and shocked.

"You care so much about others around you," he murmurs, dragging his thumb across your lips, a habit of his. "When will you start looking out for yourself? When will you put yourself first?"

You shake your head. "I don't understand," you whisper.

"We live in a cruel world, love. You keep walking around with the outlook that others go before you and you'll get hurt."

"But Dabi—"

"Only heroes put others first. Understand?" You nod softly. "See. Not so hard now, was it?" He pauses, his fingers trailing softly down your spine, his other cupping the side of your face. After a moment, he sighs, shutting his eyes for a second of hesitance. "You think you can handle being around the heroes?" You shrug softly, mesmerized with him. "Well, you'll have to learn. In three days, Shoto will take you with them. And twice a week, you'll meet with me and the League, giving us any information you've learned, understand? I guess we'll take those bastards down from the inside out. Think you can handle it?"

You take a deep breath and look back up at him and nod. He smiles before pressing his lips against yours, his tongue begging your lips to open up and let him in. You do, willingly, loving the feel of his lips on yours. Loving the way he pulls you onto his lap, his hands tugging at your waist as if you couldn't get any closer to him. You drag your hands through his hair, but he jerks back when you do.

"Careful, mouse. You'll dye your hands." You pull your wet hands back to see them charred with black. You frown, looking from your hands to his hair. "It's ashes," he states, almost as if it's completely normal that his hair isn't black. "I dye it every few days."

"What color is your hair?" you ask as you cup a handful of water and drop it on his head. It doesn't do much so you frown and do it again. Dabi just watches amused as you do, before he pushes you off his lap and stands up underneath the shower head. Turning it on, he tells you to watch as the black ash dye drips down his body, staining the bathwater. And when it's all done, the once black hair is now white.

You reach for him, begging him to come closer. He crouches down and lets you stare at this new sight with an awe in your eyes as you softly touch the strands of his white hair. "You should keep it white," you whisper.

His eyes widen. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. I like it."

"Well, then, maybe I will keep it," he says, before pecking your nose with a soft kiss. "Come on, now. Time to get dressed." 

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