₊⊹⁀➴₊ ⊹ mdni. dabi much prefers you all sleepy and soft over dolled up and polished.
₊⊹⁀➴₊ ⊹ content. wc. 1k+, dirty talk, pet names (baby, doll, angel) reader refers to dabi as 'blue', suggestivity, soft core smut.
you love your boyfriend. you really, really do.
and he loves you, in his own twisted way. even if he sucks at showing it and expresses it through obsession more than actual soulful care.
he comes and goes as he pleases, doesn't worry about the ruin he leaves behind him when he hurts, who's livelihoods that he takes for himself.
he's a villain, and you're oh so sugary sweet. he gets drunk on you, goes crazy over the way his ruined, scarred body looks pressed against your soft, plush skin. how pliant and warm and welcoming you are for a man as broken and evil as he is.
your relationship isn't kind, per se. he'll kill anyone who dares to lay a hand on you, and you know that. it shouldn't make you feel the way that it does, but somehow it doesn't fail to get you going every single time.
you know he goes crazy over you, too though.
his hands always have to be on you, if he's with you he won't leave your side. if you asked him nicely with your sweet voice to burn the world down, then he'd do it without question for you, not a doubt in his mind.
and he loves when you get all dolled up for him, sure. he loves when you put on one of those little black dresses and he can take you out at night and everyone sees that you're his. that they cant touch you without facing the consequences of his cremation seconds later.
your makeup, always immaculate. when you'll do your hair in pretty curls or long, pin straight strands.
but nothing on this planet, and he means nothing, turns him on quite like the image of you fresh out of bed, in nothing but a pair of panties and one of his giant, distressed t-shirts.
which is exactly whats happening today.
he came over last night, through your window by the fire escape all tired and damp from the rain. he watched you make dinner, which you forced him to eat with a scowl because he 'looked skinnier'.
he held you on the couch for a little, lit a cigarette and talked and talked while you listened softly, your head on his chest.
then you made him shower with you, and one thing led to another, and you were aching after, naked in the sheets with him while he spooned you until you were both sound asleep.
you woke up before him, as usual. your clothes were somewhere or other, but his shirt was on the ground so you picked that up instead and shrugged it on.
you started the coffee when you felt those scarred arms snake around your waist.
dabi buried his face in the crook of your neck, swaying softly while he inhaled your scent, one hand spanning your stomach and squeezing softly.
"morning, blue," you hummed, leaning back into his bare chest on instinct as the scent of coffee filled the air, the sun shining through the windows brightly.
"that's my shirt," he grumbled in return, lips dragging up the side of your neck in a way that made you shiver.
"is there something wrong with me wearing your clothes?"
"no, doll," he rasped immediately, teeth grazing your skin. you gasped, he chuckled. "y'look sexy. makes me wanna touch you more."
the hand on your stomach drifted to your hip, drawing slow circles there with his thumb, the digit catching the hem of his shirt that you were wearing a couple times before letting it fall again.
"dabi, it's seven in the morning," you chastised, but there was no real heat behind it. there couldn't be, not when he had you like this.
"yeah, baby?" he grinned, nipping at the skin right below your earlobe. his hand on your hip flexed, his fingers hooking onto the thin band of your panties and letting them snap. "did I really tire you out that much last night?"
you huffed, and he shifted so he could turn you in his arms. you gazed up at him, eyes big and hair messy, and he thought he could die right there, maybe contently.
his free hand reached up, drawing his thumb along your jawline.
"you didn't tire me out," you teased, but your voice cracked just a little anyways. "you were too tired to do it proper."
that got him. he grinned wider, his piercings shifting over his burns. his dark hair was still tousled from last night, his jeans slung low on his hips. he was shirtless, obviously because you'd taken his shirt, and there was a little bite mark blooming on his neck from you, undoubtedly.
he surged forwards, slamming his lips into yours. you gasped softly, eyelids fluttering shut as your hands moved for his shoulders instinctively.
your back hit the counter and he cornered you further, his strong hands bracing against the plush of your things and lifting until you were seated on the marble of the kitchen counter.
dabi's tongue invaded your mouth, sliiiding over your own in expert strokes that left your knees weak and heat pooling low in your gut.
you arched into him, and his hands left your thighs to trace under your his shirt, lips parting from yours as he pulled it over your head, then let it drop to the tile floor.
his eyes traced over your frame, the curves of your body in the early morning light. his teal irises locked onto yours, half lidded with lust and adoration.
"you wanna know what'll tire you out, angel?" he hummed, leaning forwards to drag his tongue down your throat, legs immediately slotting on either side of his waist. "gonna stuff you full of my tongue until it's all you can think about anymore."
his palm met your cunt through the damp material of your panties and he groaned softly, watching your features.
"f-fuck, blue," you whined, and he imagined he could cream his pants to that sound alone if he really wanted to.
"yeah, doll?" he teased, leaning down to press his ruined lips to one perfect breast, running his tongue over your perked nipple. his palm ground into your clit, causing you to squirm.
his fingers hooked into your waistband, and he raised a brow expectantly. "use your words, c'mon you're a big girl, baby. tell me what you want."
"want you to touch me," you breathed, voice soft and breathless, almost desperate in itself. you tugged on the hair closest to the nape of his neck, a fruitless attempt to get him closer to you.
"mmm, good girl." his fingers slipped past your waistband, illiciting another needy whine from your lips. "let's see how mouthy you are now."
a/n: gahh I can't write for shiiiit right now bro </3
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