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“I’ll make this feel like Home”-a Dabi x Reader fic

Hey, everyone! This is my first ever piece of Dabi x Reader! Apologies in advance if there’s any grammar mistakes! There’s a slight bnha manga spoiler, so be warned about that! 

Calling out for somebody to hold tonight When you’re lost, I’ll find a way, and I’ll be your light You will never feel like you’re alone I’ll make this feel like home

- “Home” by One Direction 

Dabi’s kissing you along your right collarbone. One hand cupping your breast as it squeezes a bit—not enough to hurt, but just enough pressure that has you sighing from it. And, your eyes flutter close. His other hand hidden between your bodies, trapped from the angle he’s in. Your hands grip the book—the one you were reading before Dabi started slowly tracing a hand up your stomach. His fingers feather-like, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

He bites down against the juncture of your shoulder and neck, and squeezes your boob.

Your eyes open from the sensation. You look at him. Blue eyes danced with mirth and he smirked against your skin as he nipped the same spot again. You smack him with the book with a sigh.

Dabi gives you another grin before rolling on top of you. He blows raspberries against your neck and you huff giggles from the sensation. The book slips from your fingers and your hands come up to his hair. You whisper his name.

Dabi pulls up, and looks at you. Your breath hitch from the way his blue eyes shined with something that you rarely see from him.

The blue that meets you is warm like the entire sky decided to make a home in him. Like the peaceful waves from the ocean decided to bottle itself up and live in his eyes. Like…like…like he wanted to be a home for you. And, he was. You wonder if your eyes say the same thing. That this was a home you both built and that you saw the stars and  moon in him. That he meant home. Love.

You lean up and he leans down.

You kiss him. And kiss him. And kiss him. Until, all you knew was his breath, his scent and his taste.

He presses against you and you pull him down, trying to close any space between you both, like you wanted to feel nothing but him. But then, he pulls back.

“Let me worship you, my love.” All you could do was nod.

He kisses you again, steady and deep. He nips your lip as he pulls back. Your chest heaves. Your fingers trap between his locks and he smiles. His gentle smile that is reserved just for you. It makes him look younger, boyish, like the past few years stripped away from him. Like the gentle man, you know he can be. It was the smile that made you fall in love with him. You wanted to kiss it. You wanted to catch that smile and keep it safe.

Your fingers fall from his black locks, and you trace the staples along his cheeks. Gentle. Dabi rarely lets you touch his scars, but it seems that tonight he’s allowing it. Allowing himself to be trapped in this cocoon, in this bubble you both created.

Dabi moves his head slightly, kissing the palm of your hand. His stare never wavering from yours. He slowly begins to kiss his way down your arm. Kissing you along your collarbone, nipping at your neck. All you could do is sigh from his touch. He kisses you down your chest. His fingers light as they move, almost like a ghost of a touch that leaves your body begging for more. Dabi kisses you everywhere.

When he gets to your stomach, your breath hitch. You feel him smile against your skin.

He tongues your belly button. Kissing and licking the scars scattered across your stomach. Slowly nipping his way. He’s far too gentle, but god, you can feel yourself getting wet with each kiss. He starts against your inner thighs. You squirm from the sensation. You wanted more. You needed more.  

Dabi hitches one of your legs up. Hooded eyes with pupils blown. He places it over his shoulder. And, he sends you a smirk that has you melting into the bed.

Dabi’s still looking at you under his eyes. A finger slips into you. Your eyes flutter close, and you let out a breathy moan. His lips continue peppering kisses and bites along your thighs—leaving marks that only you and him will know about. Marks that remember his lips against your skin until he decides to take you again.

His finger languidly pumps in and out. Before you knew it, you had three fingers in you. His tongue pushed in along with his fingers. He licked and sucked and you kept repeating his name like a prayer. One hand clutched the bedsheets and the other his hair.

Your buildup was slow and unexpected. You came from his fingers and mouth. You wanted more. You needed him in you. He continued pumping his fingers, until felt another heat pool in your stomach.

You whispered his name.

Dabi pulled out his fingers.

He kisses you. You plea against his lips. He shushes you between pecks. His fingers brush away the sweaty matted hair, and you look at him and you softly say his name. He kisses you again.

Your fingers in his black locks and you pull him against you.

Please please please.

You felt him push inside you. You gasp. He waits before he continues. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing him deeper. His forehead touches yours. You both huff and look into one another’s eyes. You wanted to feel every inch of him. He removes an arm of yours from around his shoulder.

Dabi weaves your fingers together, placing your locked hands next to you. He begins to thrust. Deep, shallow thrusts. Your eyes locked with his. Your tangled hands remain locked and you both give gentle squeezes.

You sing his name between moans. Between him pulling out and slowly thrusting in again. He was taking his time taking you apart. You never felt this much love before. You never thought Dabi would show this side of his, not with everything y’all been through. But, he is. He’s there whispering words of compliments about your body, whispering his devoted love. And, you whisper it back. You cup his cheek and pull him for a kiss. You swallow the moan of your name as he thrusts deeply into you. You feel him fill you up and you come with a strangled moan and a Touya.

Dabi maneuvers you and you’re both sitting on the bed—him still inside you and never breaking the kiss. You moan from the sensation and he swallows that. His arms wrap around your waists, pressing you closer to his body and your arms wrap around his shoulders. His fingers hot against the small of your back, and yours against his nape, twisting strands between each digit.

He begins to thrust up into you. Squelching noises mix in with the moans. You feel some of his cum coming out of you and you feel yourself clench around him.  You wanted to keep every single drop inside of you.

You began to meet his slow thrusts. Moans, huffs of breaths and slaps of skin filled the air.

His finger wipes away the tear that spilled from your eyes, and he kisses you hard.

You breathed out his name as you clenched around him, you came again. Your strangled moan against his neck. You kissed his throat, licking against the edge between his burnt and normal skin, kissing gently at the staples. You wanted him to feel equally as loved as he made you feel.

Dabi pulled you from kissing the mark, and kissed you hard as he thrust one final time and came deep. His fingers pressed against your head. He kissed you as he kept moving until he stopped.

Dabi flopped backwards bringing you along with him. You laid there with your head against his chest. Listening to his heavy breathing and the slowing hum of his heart. You wonder if he can feel your own thumping heart against him. You kiss his chest. You tried to roll off him as you felt his softening dick inside of you. You wrinkle your nose against the sensation, but his arms stopped you. He rolled you both to be side-to-side.

His blue eyes dance over your face. His finger came up to trace against your cheek. Dabi presses his forehead against yours. Eyes peering into yours. He looks scared. He looks vulnerable. He smiles.

“I love you,” he breathes out.

Your breath hitches. You knew that he accepted his love for you. He accepted this version of home. You knew that it took everything in him to say those words. To trust you with his heart, like you trusted him with yours. You knew that you fell hard and fast for Dabi, and you knew he fell the exact same way.

“I love you, too.”

Both of you are smiling against each other’s lips. Knowing that there’s no turning back. That this is home.

Dabi kisses you. And, kisses you. And, kisses you. And kisses you, until you can only taste his name.

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