#reader got that gorilla grip lowkey lmao

[wasabito]

hate to love you | dabi x reader

18+, minors dni please! 

wordcount: 2.4k

tags: smut, rough(ish) sex, fingering, slight choking, Dabi’s lowkey manipulative

synopsis: did your traitorous heart make the stupid decision to fall in love with him again, or had you always been his to keep?

“You seriously can’t keep coming here whenever you feel like it, Dabi,” you whisper while scrubbing at your weary eyelids, “If someone sees you, you’re gonna get me in a lot of trouble.”

A true statement and yet it takes no further prodding or convincing at all for you to crack open your window at three in the morning, and allow your ex to clamber through the fire escape. There are sirens blaring in the distance; the high-pitched wailing of fire trucks are a familiar sound, especially in this part of the city. You’ve told yourself that intrusions like these are exactly what you deserve for not cutting him off like the cancerous leech that he is.

Willpower alone can’t keep you from wrinkling your nose, considering how his clothes smell of ash under a faint layer of nicotine. It tells a far better story of his recent crime than anything he could ever say out of his mouth. These days you don’t bother asking. There isn't much of a point in doing so when all you are sure to receive is another sugar-coated lie.

“Don’t be like that, doll face,” he smirks. “I’ve gotta lot more tact than you’re giving me credit for. ”

Terrible, you think. And shameless too. Yes, Dabi is undoubtedly these things, but for all of his depravity and lack of care, you still can’t find it in yourself to turn him away.

He cracks a little smile at you, like he’s read your very thoughts. “What? You don’t trust me anymore?”

You don’t respond, and simply climb back into bed, pointedly ignoring the dark stain of blood on his coat. He may have your heart, but your trust is something you vow to never let him have again. With classes resuming for the semester, you are far too preoccupied with internships and scholarship applications to entertain an ex-boyfriend slash wanted criminal, especially one recently associated with The League of Villains.

It had been different back when he was just some nameless petty criminal, but these days his face was plastered all over the news. That wasn’t the kind of person you ever foresaw yourself getting involved with and yet here you are.

You hear the rustling of clothes and figure he’s probably going to steal one of your oversized hoodies again, all the while leaving his bunched up coat in the laundry bin for you to take care of later. It would give him all the more reason to return to your apartment under false pretenses.

Over the past few months you’ve learned to anticipate his tricks, it’s the only way you can keep yourself from living the rest of your days behind bars. Aiding and abetting is what this is… if you were to ever be caught, you’d have to say he forced you. That you had no choice. That you feared for your life.

“You seriously mad at me or what?” He drawls. The thud of his heavy boots echo through the room, but a quick glance over your shoulder tells you that he’s merely taken them off. Dabi pins you with a stare, brows quirked like he’s genuinely confused, if not mildly annoyed, but that doesn’t shake you. You only freeze when you feel the mattress dip under the weight of his knee.

The warmth of his breath ghosts your cheek as he says, “Scoot over.”

Is he serious right now? Why should you let him back into your bed after all he’s put you through?

“No.” you turn away, “Just take whatever it is you need and leave.”

There is silence for a few seconds but you know he hasn’t moved yet, not even an inch.

“C’mon, angel,” he pokes your side playfully, gazing unwaveringly at you from under his hooded eyelids. “I’ll be out of your hair before you even wake up.”

Chewing your lip, you heave out a sigh, and shift forward to make enough room for him to join you. No matter what you’ve said in the past, he’s always been the one in control. You feel like such an idiot, merely posturing while Dabi holds the reins.

He slides in behind you, pressing his body against yours; his arms looping around your waist in a way that is so familiar a pleasant hum nearly falls from your lips. You realize belatedly that he’s shirtless and the fabric of your tank top is far too thin to block the feel of hard sinew and muscle pressed so nicely against your back. Your shaky resolve crumbles to ruin in the presence of his blue flames.

Dabi continues to chat you up, regardless of your lack of response. You’re surprised. He isn’t usually so talkative, but apparently outmaneuvering the cops and getting away scot-free has a way of raising one's spirits.

Your body is slotted against his like a puzzle piece, like you are made for one another. Mid conversation his warm hands palm the fleshy skin of your stomach, giving you a soft caress. So caught up in the feel of it, you almost miss his next words.

“—missed you.”

Your thoughts stutter. For the briefest of moments, you think the words have come from you, but they surely haven’t.

Dabi presses a light kiss to your neck, as if to show that he means it—that in the month spent apart, he had missed you more than anything. And you can't help but shiver; you blame the staples on his chin that are cold in contrast to the heat from his mouth.

His kisses become firmer, and more intentional as he lures you into a feeling of contentment. Your body remembers him oh so well—and it wants what it clearly shouldn’t have.

“We aren’t together anymore, Dabi,” you rasp, “We shouldn’t even be doing this.”

And why not, a tiny voice chimes in the back of your head.

There are several, logically sound, and pragmatic reasons as to why you shouldn’t let Dabi fuck you into next week. It’s a shame, really, you’re far too tired, far too bewitched by this man to really sum up the effort to name them. Not even for your own sake.

“Just a quickie,” he mutters, lips brushing the shell of your ear. One of Dabi’s hands dip between your thighs and he knows he’s won when you part them without thought.

He squeezes the fat of your thigh like he’s done so many times in the past, fingers digging deliciously into your skin. “Mine.”

His fingers encourage you to loosen up a little, as he grinds his clothed dick against your ass.

The trail of kisses start from your shoulder and lead up to your jaw. All the while, Dabi keeps his other arm around your waist to hold you close. He sinks blunt teeth into the crook of your neck, licking languidly at the crescent shape left behind. He continues to nip and suck on the skin there until your heady moans leave you breathless and whiny. But none of it is enough to get your attention off the way he prods you with his index and middle finger through your shorts.

“You sound so sexy, baby.” he chuckles, “You gonna make more of those pretty sounds for me, hm?”

You don’t have an answer, simply put, you can’t think of anything else right now, other than the hand slipping past your panties, rubbing slow circles against the hood of your clit.

“Da-Dabi, please... more,”

At the sound of your wanton voice, Dabi sinks two fingers into you, thrusting his long digits, and coaxing you until you’ve soaked them with your juices. In response, you grind down against his hand, thighs clenching. He hits you with a series of slow pumps each time his wrists twist. You reach forward and grip his hand, wanting nothing more but for him to curl his fingers and hit the sweet spot.

“I know, babe, I know.” He murmurs, kissing your neck, but instead of continuing, Dabi pulls out you. He shifts until he’s quite literally looming over your form.

Though the room is mostly dark, the street lamp outside your window casts a slant beam of orange light into the bedroom. It’s more than enough for you to see Dabi’s grin, and the way his lips pull back to reveal a row of perfect teeth.

He’s handsome, even with the scars, and damaged skin. You could even argue that Dabi is increasingly more handsome because of them.

“You’re lookin’ at me pretty funny,” he says while straddling your hips. “Got something to say?”

You’ve been more silent than usual during this entire exchange, barely saying more than a few whispered pleas for more, but the heat in your belly grows. Heart pounding and tongue dry, you somehow manage to maintain eye contact.

Dabi was your first. The first person to make you feel wanted and alive. The first to bring you to the precipice of mind-boggling pleasure until you were quite literally seeing stars. It’s true that he was an asshole, and it’s true that this new route he’s taken scares you more than anything. But when you look at him, your heart insists that this is still the same man you had fallen for.

“Handsome.” You mumble, averting your eyes. “I was just thinking… about how handsome you are.”

At that admission, you take his fingers, the same he’d just fingered you with, into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it, sucking lightly. Dabi shudders. His blue eyes seem to glow with want and... something else that you can’t describe, but it’s tender and unguarded.

Dabi pulls his fingers from your mouth, replacing them his own. His lips shift against yours, tongue prodding until you open up. Looping your arms around his neck, you pull him flush against your chest, dragging him into your orbit. You aren’t certain when he had become the very moon on its axis, keeping the tides and seasons of your earth in perfect rhythm, but you do know that the emptiness you feel without him isn’t normal.

Fumbling hands follow the shirking of jeans. At some point your thin little top is pulled off and tossed into a corner. And soon enough, he’s pressing himself into you. The tip of his cock is just barely past your folds before you’re taking him in.

“Fuck!” Dabi braces a hand on your pillow. The other rests on your throat with a slight pressure, enough to make your walls clench around him.

It’s been a while for your ex; you can tell by the way he keeps his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. It shouldn’t surprise you, but it does anyway, because you’d thought he would have moved on to someone else by now.

Dabi’s brows are pinched, and he’s being rougher than usual, still you get the sense that he’s savoring this. Like it’s his last meal. Like he may not ever get a chance like this again. It’s ridiculous for you to lament the final nail in the coffin of your relationship with Dabi, especially considering all the shit he’s caught up in now.

But, unfortunately, your heart operates on a separate plane from the rest of you.

It wants what it wants.

His hips snap forward, knocking into yours in a rapid pace that has tension knotting in your gut. You wrap your legs around his hips, high off the feeling of him so deep in you. The drag of his cock in your pussy has your toes curling. The pleasure is so much you can barely think. His groans and your choked back whimpers fill the room. You even attempt to bite into the back of your hand, just to keep them at bay, but Dabi isn’t having any of that.

“Don’t you dare hold back. I wanna hear you tell me how good I make you feel.”

The look in his eyes is so fervent and heated and feral, it sends a shock of pleasure straight to your core. Your thighs are coated in your own slick enough for him to slip in and out with ease. He smirks, licking his thumb and pressing it against your clit, eager to get you off. Your hips jerk in response to the way he’s rubbing and fucking you all at once.

“Dabi,” you cry out. “Yes!”

Sweat licks at your brow causing the little fine hairs around your hairline to stick to your skin.

Dabi presses his face right into your neck, and with each throaty groan that escapes his lips, you feel your gut twist with yearning. You reach up and grip his hair, causing him to groan even louder as he fucks you into oblivion.

“You feel so fucking good, angel, goddamn you’re gripping me so damn tight, fuck—” his babbling continues and you know he’s getting close. Dabi knows it too, so he slows down enough for him to reach around his back and grasp your ankles from around his waist. “You want me to fuck you harder? Hm?”

“Please—I want you so bad.”  You’re almost there, you just need a little bit more. Hearing you say those words makes Dabi chuckle.

He parts your thighs as far they can go, pinning them to the mattress. You hadn't thought it possible, but in this new position he sheathes himself even deeper than before, so much so, that your pussy milks him for all he has, walls spasming uncontrollably around his cock. The cry that falls from your mouth is smothered by a pair of lips.

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train and soon Dabi’s hips are stuttering against your own. He pulls out quickly, cumming all over your stomach, with a growl and a stroke of his hand.

For a moment the room is silent, save for your harsh breathing. Dabi collapses at your side, all fucked out and sweaty. His eyes never leave yours, even as he battles with fatigue.

As for you, the ache between your legs is a pleasant one you don’t bother complaining about as you clean yourself in the bathroom.

Upon return, you find that Dabi is sitting up in bed with a contemplative look on his face. You don’t ask what he’s thinking, instead you pull him into your arms and allow his head to rest against your chest.

If this is your last official night together, you’d rather spend it in his arms than alone.

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[aizawas-dryeye]

➭nsfw alphabet (shouta aizawa)**

content: gn!reader, established relationships, headcanons, sexual themes, bondage, master kink, cockwarming, pet play, oral, quirk play (cos thats a thing apparently), fear kink if you squint, toy usage, teasing, dom/sub dynamics, lowkey switch!aizawa, its really not as intense as im making it seem lol

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!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACTS!!

heres some nsfw headcanons for everyones favorite tired old man!!

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A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

I'd say Aizawa is fairly simple with aftercare. Always makes sure to gather up all the needed aftercare supplies (rags, water, snacks) beforehand so he doesn't have to leave your side, and of course makes sure to talk it through until you both fall asleep. Now, on the off chance y'all have a particularly rough session, he's definitely more aftercare heavy, ie checking you for any painful marks, making you some tea, running you a hot bath, massaging your back, thighs, booty, etc...

Aftercare for him would include a hot cup of tea (assuming he hasn't fallen asleep yet) and having you rub his back or play with his hair/scratch his scalp while talking to him gently. Bonus points if he's laying on your tummy.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

His favorite body part on himself is probably his neck. It's the most sensitive part on him on account of that big ass scarf protecting it all the time. It's also an incredibly vulnerable area, so if he's letting you mess with it, he trusts you.

Now, his favorite body part on you? Thighs, hands down, and no I do not take constructive criticism. They're just so lovely and soft, and the perfect fucking size to hold onto while you ride him. He loves digging his fingers into them and seeing the marks afterwards, and he loves feeling them clench around his face while he gives you some bomb ass head. All around, 1000000/10 would definitely thigh fuck you if you gave him the ok.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

So long as you're on birth control or can't get pregnant, he'd love to cum inside of you. He loves the way it feels and looks, and never misses a beat to tell you how hot it is to see it dripping out of you. If that's not your style, he's perfectly content to cum on your tummy or thighs. Other than that, condoms all round. The last thing he needs is a baby.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's a lil bit of a switch. Baby got dommed by an old partner once, and when I tell you they made him their bitch??? Now he's waiting on the best time to ask you to dom him. He does prefer being the dom, but catch him on a good day and you can get that bitch to call you master/mistress in a heartbeat.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

He's had a few partners here and there throughout the years so he's got a handful of experience under his belt. He wasn't shlingin meat or anything (because let's be honest he fuckin hates engaging with people) but he's had his fair share of hookups. He also has the courtesy of asking what you're into before y'all even start having sex. What can I say? Our man is a people pleaser, even if he doesn't seem like it. The water sign truly jumped out, babe.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Spooning is probably one of his favorites. It's close and comfortable for both of you, and not to mention it gives him free range to whisper and growl in your ear; maybe give it a few loving bites, who knows. He might even reach around and give your neck a gentle squeeze if you ask nice enough. He doesn't want to seriously hurt you.

Cowgirl is also another fave when he's feeling a little more tired (which is most of the time LMAO). Plus the view ain't half bad either. And need I remind you of the thighs???? He'll be holdin onto you for dear life cos you got that gorilla grip.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Shouta Aizawa? Goofy? Never heard of her before in my life. He takes sex pretty seriously because it's the only time he'll willingly be that vulnerable. Honestly, if you were to crack a joke he'd probably just roll his eyes, suck his teeth, and call you a brat. But who's to say that's a bad thing?

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn't shave often because he sees no need for all that. Everyone has hair, and, in his opinion, there's nothing wrong with it. Every now and then he'll give it a trim for hygienic purposes, but it's never terribly neat. If you ask politely you can probably get him to shave it all off, but don't expect it to be perfect lmao our boy is lazy with things he couldn't care less about.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I've seen a couple people say he's not the romantic type in bed, and I jus wanna call bullshit on that real quick. Let's be real, you're probably the only person he tolerates besides his students, so this motherfucker is finna treat you right. I'm not saying there's gonna be candles and fancy music and rose petals or anything like that, but you best believe he's gonna whisper sweet things in your ear, and kiss you, and just make sure you feel as loved as possible. And he won't shy away from saying "I love you" plenty of times, and he'll let you know how gorgeous/handsome you are. Also, expect a LOT of body worship from time to time.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't get a whole lot of time to himself, and he doesn't wanna waste his energy on jacking off when he could just fuck you. However, if you aren't available he'll give it a go if he's super horny, but its hardly anything special. The only time he ever really enjoys jacking off is if you watch him, or y'all have phone sex.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage bondage bondage!!! On spicier nights, he absolutely loves seeing you all tied up and on display for him. It really fuels his ego and eggs his dom side on. Plus he's so damn good at it that you can't help but ask for it from time to time. (He would also be over the fucking moon if you offered to tie him up too, but he'd never admit it). I personally do not think he'd use his capture weapon tho!!!!! It's touched so many nasty villains and he'd never want to treat you that same way.

He also has a master kink. Something about you calling him such an authoritative title (that has nothing to do with either of his jobs) really turns him on. It gives him a sense of control and handle over a situation, which he can be pretty insecure about on missions. Plus he just loves being able to ask you who your master is 👁👄👁

Shit, since we're here, he's a damn sucker for cockwarming too. It requires little effort and it feels amazing. Having you sit on his lap with his cock deep inside you while he finishes up some paperwork or even just watching a movie is one of his favorite things. And you know that pokerfaced motherFUCKER would play up a bored front while you writhe around in his lap, but in reality you know his toes are curling in his boots.

Ok ok I wanted so desperately to NOT add this because everyone does, but we can't pretend like he doesn't like a lil bit of pet play. It doesn't have to be a lot, but if you get you some cat ears and a tail??? It's over with for youuuuuuu. He's 100% going to collar you, hello??? There's no way he won't?????? And don't expect to have just one either!! Our mans got two jobs LOLLL so he's definitely gonna get you those really cute handmade collars with the silk and ruffles. (ILL BET YOU ANYTHING HE'LL PURPOSEFULLY LOOK FOR AN ERASERHEAD THEMED ONE JUST FOR FUNZIES JDBSJDSHWJ)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom. It's so much cozier than say, the couch, and the plus side is y'all can nap comfortably right after! And even with all the room in the bed, he insists on being Literally On Top Of You, because "You're just so warm, and I wanna be close to you. Is that a crime, baby?".

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything that shows off your thighs. Skirts, shorts, dresses, you name it. No pants would be ideal but that's not always an option, sadly. Thigh high socks are also a major turn on because of how they hug your thighs so nicely. That lil indent in your skin from the band of the sock? Delicious. Grab one of his shirts and some thigh highs and you boutta be in for the ride of your life.

Also, if you happen to get a lil playfully snarky with him, that'll also make his blood run hot. And he knows that you know that being a little bratty usually equals some Rough Secs, but he doesn't mind. He loves to play.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

TEACHER/STUDENT ROLEPLAY!!!! He doesn't want you in a school uniform, he doesn't want you to call him sir or sensei, none of that. It makes his skin crawl just thinking about it, because he's a teacher. He works with children, and the last thing he wants to think about while doing anything remotely sexual is his kids. No thank you. (That doesn't mean that all roleplay is off the table tho ;))

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

It's definitely a 50/50 split. He loves receiving for obvious reasons, it feels nice, it helps him relax, and it relieves the stress and tension on his body (bonus points, he ain't gotta do shit). And let's be honest, you look real damn cute on your knees. Facefucking is a regular punishment in this household!!

He loves giving because you make the hottest fucking sounds, and oh lord is he good at it. Feeling his stubble against your thighs is like electricity bitch, and sometimes if he's feelin frisky, he'll rub it up against you. If you asked if you could ride his face, he would simply Pass Away. Not only does he get those thighs wrapped around his head, he gets to taste you and stare up at you like the godsend you are! Plus he has no problem with lying back while you grind up against his face, and that way he has free range of your ass so be prepared for spankings. And did I mention stubble??

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends on the day. Usually it's a slow to average pace, but on the days where he's stressed with work, or has more energy than normal you better brace your fuckin self babe, cos hes finna go off on your insides (literally).

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Mmm it's not ideal, but if he's ever really fuckin horny (which doesn't happen often) before y'all have to leave to go somewhere or something then he'll take what he can get. It's never full blown sex, though, maybe just a blowjob and then he returns the favor, because sex is too much of a mess to be quick about it. Plus he's not tryna rush anything ok, he loves being close to you in that way and wants to drag it out for like an hour just to savor you, and he can't do that in under 15 minutes.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's totally up for experimentation so long as you are. The big thing he wants to try is bottoming, but he's a lil too shy to bring it up just yet.

As for risks, being a pro hero means there's a target on his back at all times, so he can't be risking being seen by reporters, especially with his Whole dick out. He already despises the attention he gets for being a hero, the last thing he would want is some headline bein like Breaking News: Local Hero Eraserhead Is Packing Shmeat and No One Is Surprised, like no LMFAO.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's a tired man, so one round is good enough for him, but that doesn't mean he won't make you cum many, many more times after he has.

He loves taking his time with you, so you better believe sex with him could last over an hour at times but, it really depends on the day. If he's tired, maybe 20-30 minutes.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Shibari rope, handcuffs, and a vibrator, all for you, baby. You helped him pick them all out, as he had no in-depth knowledge of toys beforehand, but our boy is a quick learner, and he can do some damn sinful things with that vibrator ok.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He. Loves. To. Tease. This bitch is so unfair sometimes that it should be fucking criminal. And if it's not with his actions, it's with his words. "Look at you shaking, kitty. Did I do that?" "You gonna be good for your master, or do I need to teach you a lesson?" "You better put that bratty mouth of yours to good use before I make you." and the list goes on, bitch.

And now I'm not saying he's into extreme degradation bUT, he won't shy away from slipping in a few "mean" pet names so long as your comfortable with it.  (this is totally jus me projecting cos I want nothing more in this world than for Aizawa to call me a bratty little bitch LMFAOOSAO)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Just like in everyday life, he's pretty quiet in bed. Besides whispering some real dirty shit, it's all grunts and moans, and enough panting to make you melt. If it's a more intense session, expect some deep growls right up against your ear, but nothing too crazy. The same goes for him bottoming too, maybe a bit more whiny but never anything louder.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Ok, hear me out: if you ever happen to mention that you find his quirk insanely hot (because it literally is???), he'll be sure to use it in the bedroom. Especially while goin down on you. Lookin down at that man going to fucking work on you, and he hits you with that 🔴👄🔴 to let you know who's in fucking charge. If you have a fear kink he'd definitely be sure to do it more often because those big ol eyes are spooky as fuck. Aaaand your shocked face kinda turns him on.

Another thing, whenever y'all have a rough session the hair is going up. No matter how much you beg or plead, it's goin up and stayin up. Not only is it a way to tease you, because your Pavlovian ass equates that with some good and hard fuckin, but it also keeps you from claw-machining his fuckin hair to try and take back some dominance, because once you pull on his hair it's a one hit KO.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Above average definitely (quiet men have the biggest dicks, change my mind) and uncircumcised. Maybe 6 ½ or 7 inches long with an average girth. Maybe got a lil curve goin on, who's to say?

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He's very sleepy, but there's one thing that gets his ass going: adrenaline. Catch him after a mission and you got yourself a fuck sesh for sure, depending on if the mission went safely and smoothly. Other than that, he usually waits for you to initiate sex. Bonus points if you got them socks on and one of his shirts. Start planning your funeral if he catches you like that after a tense mission, WHEW.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Once aftercare is all done and he's layin his tired, spent ass on top of you? He's out like a damn light. It's genuinely surprising sometimes how fast he can fall asleep, but once the goodnight’s have been said he's already snoring, and you know what? He deserves it. In the wise words of Nicki Minaj "pussy put his ass to sleep, now he callin me NyQuil."

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