I'm watching Enola Holmes while writing this
Requested by @barkbarkwoof
Also I'm so sorry if you don't like it 😅
quirk-curve(emitter)
you can curve anything you throw. and you usually throw knives
you are in your early 20s
Legs crossed by the ankles over the couch arm, picking through your instant noodle cup for more little pieces of shrimp, and a dumb Netflix movie playing in the background whilst browsing through your social media at 11 pm at night. The usual. Your hair was resting cozily in your f/c bonnet, and you were finally getting cosy on the couch when you heard a window slide open.
I know somebody isn't breaking into this apartment when I just start dosing off, you thought into irritation. Grabbing your butterfly knife off of the circular table, you stalked over as silently as possible towards the kitchen window. Your apartment wasn't big, just a bed and bath with a living room, small dining room and kitchen. As the window slid open further, you braced yourself, pulling the knife behind your head. As soon as a head stuck itself into the frame, you launched the blade-at the last second you activated the quirk to redirect it towards the wall on the opposite side of the kitchen.
"Dabi! I almost punctured your skull!" You yelled as his body was now inside your place. "How come you didn't knock?"
"Got into some trouble," he sighed and you nodded.
"Well, I was almost asleep and you interrupted that so now..." you snatched off your bonnet and smiled.
"Now you get give me moisture massage!"
Later on, after finished parting and oiling ever book and cranny of your head, the two of you chilled out on the couch and watching the movie you had on. Your hair was free from the confines of your bonnet and Dabi had one of his hands resting in it. The other was resting on your thigh. He loved everything about you. He liked how pretty your brown skin was, how it reflected light and was always so smooth. He liked to feel your hair whenever it was out and the smell of it when you used a specific hair spray or cream that gave your head a pleasant aroma. Not to mentions how happy and bright your e/c eyes were.
You stood out everywhere you went. Maybe that was why he was drawn to you at first, you were different. And pretty of course.
It was the same for you, too. He was handsome and had this mysterious vibe to him the first time you met. He didn't scare you away with his bizarre appearance. And sure, he was a bit of a trouble maker, but who hasn't been in some kind of trouble before, right?
"Hey," you voice broke him out of his trance. You felt his head shift as he moved to look at you. Absentmindedly, your hand traveled to touch his arm as you spoke:
"What kind of trouble did you get into?"
Ah. He should've know you would ask him what he was up to. You knew what kind of things he did, the stuff he got up to.
"Nothing serious. You know how Tomura is. He starts acting like a man child and we ended up drawing the attention of the cops."
"I see..."
"Hng! Hey, Y/n-what're you doing," I can't breathe."
"Oh suck it up," you smiled. You were now sitting on top of his stomach with both your legs on either side of his body. His hands absentmindedly trailed down your hips to your lower backside. He smiled as you placed your warm hands on either side of his face, thumbs tracing over his scars and burns.
"You should spend more time with me," you pouted.
"I know," he sighed as his hands slid down lower. He gave your derriere a slightly firm squeeze and smirked at you. "Can't you ever forgive me?"
"Mmmm, I don't know... maybe if you gave me a kiss I'll think about it."
"Really, is that it?" He replied, warm hands sliding themselves to your thighs.
"Kiss me and you'll find out."
And so he did. One of his moved back to your head, burying his fingers in your hair and his (slightly) chapped lips connects with your smooth, plump ones. It was still a little oily but, he didn't give a damn. The moment you your mouth opened slightly, he stuck his tongue dominantly in. You didn't even bother to fight him for control this time, after all you were still kind of sleepy. You gasped a bit when his hand on your butt pushed you up against himself, and the moment you yourself got excited, he stopped, breaking the kiss.
"Aww, I wasn't done yet!" He only smirked in response.
"Sooo, am I off the hook?"
"I dunno, I'm still thinking about it."
"Of course you are," Dabi chuckled dryly.
"Okay, I'm going to bed now, and your the bed," you said as you stretched out your legs me nuzzled your head into his chest. "Love you."
His head tilted downward as your form dozed off into slumber.
"I love you too, Y/n."
