#this was originally for sero but i cant make him a fuckboy my heart won't let me

[mothwithteeth]

Talking Body

Soft fuckboy Dabi has taken over my life thanks

@league-of-thots @bnhaimaginesandocs @kittygonyan

pairing: Dabi x reader

Warnings: marijuana use, sex while high but it’s informed and consensual, body worshippy softness, shameless self indulgence

word count: 4k

It’s an invite to Netflx and chill and you know it, but why the fuck would you turn down the opportunity? “C’mon babygirl, keep me company tonight,” the text reads from “Human Torch ;).” You aren’t doing anything interesting tonight, might as well go hang out with Dabi. He always smokes you up and - not that you’d tell him - he’s the best dick you’ve gotten in a long fuckin’ time. No need to give him the wrong impression. This is just a fun thing, and you plan to keep it that way. Neither of you have time for the mushy stuff, but like hell you want to always wake up alone. So you text him a quick “Fine. Be there by 10. I get to pick the movie” before you toss your phone to your bed and go shower. 

By the time you’re out of the shower, you’re shaved, exfoliated, and well-moisturized. You smell like coconut from head to toe and you’re already scrunching mousse into your hair. He can’t know how hard you’re trying, so you pull on the sweatpants you stole from your ex-boyfriend six partners ago - the ones that have his school logo and sports team on them, and a tank top that’s clearly at minimum one size too small under an oversized hoodie you stole from your ex-boyfriend nine partners ago, completely open - mind you. No bra; your nipple piercings are prominent under your top. You zip up fully and slide on your flip flops before grabbing your toothbrush and keys. You know what you’re about; you’re taking half his bed tonight. That’s what he gets for treating you like a late night booty call (which this absolutely is, but whatever). 

You park outside his building and lock up your car before rushing over. The neighbors don’t need to see that you’re here for the sixth time this week; least of all your little stalker, Toga. She’s sweet enough but you don’t need her to call you out for being thirsty. You might be hooked. Whether that’s to the drugs or his dick, that’s the question. Doesn’t matter. Both feel really fucking good, and that’s all your after at this point. The fire escape is the easiest way in without having to see anyone, especially that creep Shigaraki. The way he looks at you is too much most of the time. Either way, you’ve got the technique downpat. A good jump gets you to the ladder, from there all you need is a little leverage from the walls and your upper body strength. A hop, skip, and a prayer later you’re at Dabi’s window, tapping with your fingertips; nails clicking against the glass. He appears in front of you in just a low slung pair of grey sweatpants and pretends to consider not letting you in before opening the window just enough so you can get your fingertips under it to pry it up. Jackass. Why do you keep coming here? 

Inside, you take off your hoodie entirely; already a little warm from parkouring your way up here. “Damn, sweet cheeks, you usually make me work to get ya naked. Change of heart?”

“You fuckin’ wish, Matches,” you bite back. You flop dramatically onto his couch. “I’m feeling generous so you get a choice: As Above So Below, or Autopsy of Jane Doe.” 

“Jane Doe. More tits.”

“She’s dead, you fucking creep,” you make a face as you put the movie on.

“Technically, no, she isn’t. And even if she is she’s fuckin’ quiet at least.” 

“Don’t try to play me you’d be lost without my dulcet voice.”

“Whatever you say, princess,” he brushes you off dismissively. Your hackles rise. You know he’s trying to get a reaction out of you, but you’re struck with an idea. You relax your shoulders and let out the neediest, sexiest whine of his name, smirk on your face. You can’t help but laugh at the deep shudder that overtakes him at the sound of you. “Oh, you think you’re cute, huh? Fucking brat.” You just bat your lashes at him in that “who, me?” kind of way. He pushes your face away playfully. That face does shit to him. Makes his chest clench and his dick throb. Fucking hell you have him absolutely whipped without even fucking trying. 

To escape the allure of your coconut skin, Dabi gets up to grab his bowl. He’s gotta get his shit together. He packs it quickly and takes a long hit before holding it out to you. “Ever heard of ladies first?” you tease as you take it from him,.

His laugh comes out as plumes of smoke. Wow that’s hot. “What happened to equality, dollface?” He blows the rest out in a puff as you take your hit. You roll your eyes, not dignifying him with a response before you let out your breath. “Don’t give me that look. Lemme make it up to ya, alright?” You watch him skeptically while he takes another hit. Your eyes widen as he cups your jaw, leaning in close to kiss you. Your lips part for him and he fills your lungs with clouds. The entire world tilts on its axis as he quite literally steals your breath. “Hold it,” he purrs in your ear, making you inhale sharply. You hold that breath for another moment before letting it out. “That’s a good girl.” You so badly want to roll your eyes but he’s got you and he knows it. Knows it well enough to shotgun you again. Y’all are getting fucked up fucked up. You can live with that. 

Ten minutes later you’re feeling pretty fucking good, the beginnings of loose limbs and easy thoughts starting up on you. You’ve long forgotten about the movie, too distracted by each point of contact you share with Dabi. It’s like you can feel each one individually, and each one sparks like a fallen mainline. Fuck, you needed this. No strings attached, zero pressure, mindblowing sex. And he has yet to disappoint. 

Dabi doesn’t make a move, despite everything about him saying to. He just has to be patient. He knows that sooner or later- Bingo. You’re starting to squirm against him. He straightens out to put his feet flat on the floor and make his lap available. Right on cue, you’re swinging yourself over him to straddle his lap, hands curling in his hair as you settle yourself against him. “Eager, aren’t you, princess?” 

“Shut the fuck up and touch me,” you growl against his smirk. 

“Like this?” His fingers creep under your ass, pulling your hips flush against his. His smirk only gets cockier when you hiss from the sudden change in pressure on your throbbing cunt. 

“Keep teasing and I’ll go see what Tomura’s doing. He wouldn’t make me work for it.”

“Fuckin’ virgin can’t do you half as good as me and you know it.” Dabi punctuates his sentence with a thrust of his hips, putting more direct pressure on your clit. You whimper at his touch; exactly the response he was looking for. Fuck, he knows you too well. He just feels so fucking good against you. 

You’re lost in the sensation of his lips against yours. It’s like he’s the only thing that exists in the whole world right now. You’re really fucking high, wow. That’s okay, though. This is exactly what you wanted: to get out of your head and out of your clothes. Fuck it. You go in for more kisses, but are stopped by one of Dabi’s hands cupping your tit. His thumb flicks at the barbell through the fabric, hands all but scalding hot. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby girl,” he groans, leaning in to bite at your neck. All you can do is whimper and tilt your head for him. He takes advantage of the greater access to really mark you up. The two of you aren’t exclusive, but he isn’t going to stop him from leaving his mark on you. You’re not about to stop him, that ache of suction and the pinch of teeth is too fucking good to pass up. 

Red hot hands travel over your body, peeling your shirt up over your head to get to your soft tits underneath. The shiny metal barbells in your nipples never fail to make him fucking throb. You’re so fucking sexy with those pretty little piercings. He takes one into his mouth, toying with it with the tip of his tongue. The wet heat scrambles your thoughts and you can only moan his name. “I’ve barely touched you, princess. Are you that turned on from me just touching your tits? So fucking sensitive, aren’t you?” Dabi teases, and it makes you fucking writhe. He’s got you gushing, and he’s right, he’s barely even touched you. You whine at his teasing. Maybe if you sound pretty for him he won’t tease. Fat fucking chance of that. Every whimper he gets from you makes him harder. 

You tug at Dabi’s hair to pull him up to kiss you again. He’s resistant, but you win in the end, lips pressed to his as you practically suck on his tongue. His hand keeps teasing at your nipple, though, gently tugging at the barbell to make you squirm. “You like that? Or do you need more, princess?” His teeth nip at your jawline while his hand trails down your front, right to the drawstring of your sweats, tugging dangerously on the only thing keeping your oversized pants on your actual hips. You whine, but you know you won’t get what you want without answering him. “I- More, please,” you whimper breathlessly. How are you this fucked out already? Everything just feels so fucking good. This is why you keep coming back; to be pulled apart and put back together over and over; and Dabi always fucking delivers. 

The drawstring on your sweats is tugged loose without another word; Dabi sucking a dark hickey just under your ear.  You can’t stop your grin from dropping open just a little. Everything about this is wonderful. You can’t help your breathy laugh when his fingertips brush the sensitive skin of your hip and you can feel the responding smirk against your carotid. You don’t stop laughing until those fingertips spread your lips just a little so he can get at the wetness within; making you choke on the moan bubbling up from your gut. You’re always so sensitive like this. So perfect for him. “That’s my good girl. Let me hear you,” he coaxes, fingers teasing their way into your dripping cunt and drawing another whine from you.

Every move Dabi makes is deliberate in trying to get the reaction he wants from you, and what he wants right now is all of you. He wants you to come completely undone under him, and there's only so much that can be done on his rickety ass couch. “Hold on tight, pretty girl,” he murmurs in your ear as his hands grip your ass. You look like you’re about to question him when he starts to stand up, startling you into wrapping your arms around his neck to cling to him. You can't help but laugh again; face buried in the crook of his neck to hide your flush.

Soon enough you’re more or less dropped on Dabi’s equally rickety bed. He takes the two seconds to drop his pants (no underwear - the creep), and crawls on top of you. His bed feels really nice right this moment, and you stretch luxuriously - eyes closed. Not only are you stretching like a cat, but you probably don’t even realize the soft little pleasure noises you’re letting out. He can’t even pretend he’s not staring - mouth open and blushing like some goddamn virgin. He just didn’t expect you to look quite like that under him just yet. Didn’t have a chance to get distracted in his own desire for release. Without that haze over his senses, the sight of you is too much. His cock throbs, aching to sink into you. 

Succumbing to his baser instincts, Dabi tears your pants down your legs, chuckling when you squeal, eyes opening to meet his. He leans over you, caging you in with his arms as you look up at him, starry-eyed and hazy. Fuck, you’re so fucking stunning. He descends to attack your throat, your head tipping back and back arching, giving him access to all of you. He supports himself on one arm and draws your nipple to his mouth again; somehow even hotter than it was before. Before you can do more than whine, though, he’s moved down your stomach, trailing open mouthed kisses and hickeys down the expanse of your skin. He has to fight the urge to nuzzle his face in the softness of your skin, but the thought of making you cry out his name wins out enough to keep him going until his head is between your thighs. 

Dabi’s hot breath against your slit is enough to make you squirm, thighs trying to close reflexively. As much as he would like to lay there and enjoy your soft thighs pressing on either side of his head, he has other priorities. His arms come up under your thighs to prop them up over his shoulders. With you situated, he can spread you open to dive right in, but he wants you begging for him. “You look so good, princess, all spread out for me.” he breathes, making sure you can practically feel every word. 

“Dabi,” you whine, “why so mean tonight?”

“Sorry, is this what you wanted?” he asks, firmly swiping his tongue from your entrance to your clit. Your squeak of surprise is more than enough to make him do it again, even more slowly. The surprised noise drones into a long, wanton moan. Your fingers tangle in his hair gently. You’re not trying to guide him or even hold him in place, you just need something to hang onto, and you want it to be him. 

Dabi laps at you like a man starved, taking in the taste of you - the way your body responds to him. He wants to commit it to memory, even though he knows this is just another booty call to you. But he’s good, and he knows what you like, and he knows that’s why you keep showing up. He finds that pretty satisfying, but he finds your hitching breaths and high pitched moans even more satisfying. “You’re getting spoiled, princess. Expecting me to do all the work,” he teases, his voice vibrating into you. Like this is some major chore. He could do this all fucking day, until you were a whimpering mess. “How ‘bout you show me what that pretty little mouth can do.” He pulls away from you, barely getting up to his knees before you’re tackling him to kiss every part of him you can reach. 

“Spoiled, hm?” you purr in his ear. “I’ll show you fuckin’ spoiled, baby,” you punctuate your sentence by nipping at his ear. He shivers at your breath in his ear. Like he doesn’t know what you can do. A firmer nip at his neck has him hissing softly. God, he loves your mouth. 

You keep kissing down his body; generous with tongue and teeth. You aren’t even going to tease him; you’d rather skip to sucking the absolute soul out of him. Before he can get his bearings, you’ve taken the head of Dabi’s cock into your mouth. He grunts, hips twitching upwards. He wasn’t expecting your impatience, and can’t even think around how hot and wet your mouth is as you start to bob up and down his shaft. You press the tongue to the underside of his cock and suck, drawing back from him slowly to focus on the head. Jesus, you are really pulling out every trick you know. You still haven’t even given him a chance to catch his breath. He’s not about to let you see that, though. Aside from tensing off his fingers in your hair, you wouldn’t notice what you're doing to him. At least until you look up at him, glazed eyes and smudged eyeliner just absolutely blissed out and turned on. The noise he makes is choked and undignified, but it's worth it for the smirky expression and moan you reply with. If you don’t stop soon, he’s going to blow his load. You really are good with your mouth. 

Dabi cups your face and guides you off his dick before you can make him cum. He keeps his hand on your face even as he guides you to kiss him again, leading you to crawl up his body, stopping when you’re straddling his hips, hands around his shoulders. Your body settles naturally against his, propped up against the headboard, right on level for you to grab for stability. Which you do, if only to lift off well enough to see Dabi laying under you. Shit, he’s so gorgeous. You mouth along the scars of his neck, trailing to his chest, sucking a hickey into the first bit of skin you can. He doesn’t have much feeling in the scar tissue, but you swear it makes the rest of him even more sensitive. He looks just as hazy and content as you do. It’s a good look on him; eyes half lidded, but still with that cocky glint to them. Fuck, you’ve got it bad. 

You can only stand so much grinding before you can’t bear it anymore. You just want to be filled, and there’s nothing stopping you from getting what you want. Dabi hisses through his teeth when you guide him into your throbbing entrance. You can’t keep from moaning - soft and easy - as you slide down on him. Your contented sigh of his name nearly spells his undoing as his hands find their place on your waist. His fingertips dig into pliant flesh, but it doesn’t slow you down from your easy pace. 

Dabi trails his hand up to your chest, tugging again at the silver barbell there. Your back arches, offering yourself up to him, but the soft touches make you giggle. He’s shockingly gentle with you when he’s like this. Worshipful, almost. You both are; like this is something more intimate than either of you will admit to. Doesn’t matter. All that matters right now is the heat of his breath against your chest, and the stretch of his cock. It feels otherworldly in the dim lighting of his room. Fucking stoner has a blue lamp like some 70’s fuckboy, but it makes the room feel more surreal - time more suspended.

The only sounds that escape you are heavy breathing and soft moans, but Dabi finds it in him to talk you through it. “You’re so fucking pretty like this, kitten. Moaning so sweet for me. Look at you, taking my cock so fucking good.” The more he praises you, the needier you get  - like you want to show him how good for him you can be. 

“Dabi, please,” you whimper his name so soft, making his heart stop in his chest and his stomach twist. 

“That’s right, princess, say my name,” he encourages you, mouth pressed to your ear so you can feel him growl. The sound sends a shudder through you, clamping down on his cock. 

“D-Dabi,” you whimper again, unable to keep yourself from stuttering. He groans low in his throat as his thumb seeks out your clit. When he touches it, you squeak out your surprise. The sensation is electric and almost too much on your already overstimulated body. “Dabi, so c-close,” you stammer again, writhing against him. Not a moment too soon, because the face that you make when you say that has him painfully close himself, but he’s a fucking gentleman, and he’s going to make sure you cum first. Okay, he’s no fucking gentleman but he does want you to keep coming back for more. He redoubles his efforts on your clit. “Cum for me, princess. Show me how good you are for me,” he purrs, and that gives you that final push over the edge. Your fingernails dig into his shoulder as you try to hold onto him. You’re coming apart at the seams, muscles twitching in overdrive as your nerves fire off all at once in a fireworks display behind your eyelids. Your eyes cross and Dabi has just enough time to laugh - his cock shifting into a better position - before another clench of your pussy makes him cum too. Your body takes everything he has to give, even as he uses his leverage to grind his cock into you even deeper as his release pulses out of him. 

You finish first, collapsing in a twitching heap on Dabi’s chest as he grinds his hips into yours. You let out a noise halfway between a laugh and a moan as you slip yourself off his cock with the last of your strength. “What’s so funny?” Dabi asks, still breathless. 

“I’m boneless now,” you laugh harder as you go limp for emphasis. Your laughter forces his cum out of you, and you can feel it trickle along your slit and thighs, back down onto him. If only you could bring yourself to care. Not you bed, even though you’re almost guaranteed to be sleeping in it. Dabi rolls his eyes at you, but can’t keep himself from laughing. You look so proud of yourself for your terrible joke. It’s cute. Why do you have to be so cute? He gently nudges you from his lap so he can get up. You flop over dramatically, stretching luxuriously again in his sheets. You better quit that unless you’re looking for another round. You’re too fucking thot like that. “Where you going?” you ask, barely openeing your eyes to look at him. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he doesn’t even look over his shoulder as he playfully brushes you off. He comes back an indeterminate amount of time later with a paper towel and his vape. 

“I’m not even worthy of a towel? You treat your cum sock with more respect than this!” You complain, but the lazy way you’re eyeing him and the smirk on your face give you away. If that didn’t, the sigh when he wipes you down definitely does. He gets to watch another slow roll of your body as you enjoy the sensation of a warm, slightly damp paper towel cleaning you up. 

“My cum sock is loyal, princess.” 

“Oh, fuck you. Don’t preach loyalty to me, fuckboy.” you stick your tongue out at him as you prop yourself up on your elbow. He’s going to lose it. Instead, he just lays down next to you and inhales deeply from the vape, holding it for a long time before letting it back out. You take it without a word to take your own hit before handing it back. 

The two of you just lay there, feeling really really good just being in bed together. You’re touching each other, but it’s aimless and lazy. An unknown amount of time later, Dabi finally starts talking, against his better judgement. “I can’t believe you’d question my loyalty, princess.” 

“I wasn’t born yesterday, sugar. You do lay it on pretty thick, though. I’ll give you that.”

“You think I’d let just any bitch smoke all my weed and steal the covers? I’m not that generous and you know it.”  He scoffs, put off by your dismissal of him for some reason. 

“Alright alright. I guess you are pretty soft,” you’d poke at him to prove your point, but he’s rock solid everywhere.

“Oh, I’m soft, huh?” he challenges, rolling on top of you as his cock starts getting hard again. You squeal, letting yourself move with him. You know what he means. Talking body is a hell of a lot more effective than words anyway.

#bnha dabi #my writing #dabi bnha #bnha smut #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #high sex #not sfw #tw marijuana #SOFT FUCKBOY DABI THOUGH #im a soft bitch #this was originally for sero but i cant make him a fuckboy my heart won't let me