Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice~
Sugar Baby Dabi x Reader
Warnings: Corny Title, Angst With A Happy Ending, Toe Curling Smut, Mentions of Pregnancy (nothing happens, literally one sentence joke)... I think that's it?
He didn’t like the term “sugar baby”, it sounded… Well, gross. He preferred the term “escort”. Oftentimes he looked like security for old bats who paid for his services, most of the time they tried to get a little touchy feely, but the old hags didn’t follow through with much because he reminded them of their sons. It was funny, they never asked for much more from him, and he got paid for looking pretty.
A new client, a new rich old bitty to attend to. They always met up in quiet public areas, this time they asked to meet him at a small cafe in a corner of some quiet neighbourhood. He wondered if he could ever get enough money to stay somewhere like this, but it was highly unlikely…
Dabi waited in the cafe at a corner table, playing on his phone. He looked up when he heard the door open every now and then, but looked down when it wasn’t someone he’d expect. He didn’t even notice you until you cleared your throat.
“Ahem… Are you Dabi..?”
This had to be a joke.
You were young, and pretty. Maybe a few years older than he was, but still. He was used to someone who could be his grandma, not someone who could be his actual partner. He blinked not once, but twice, before he nodded, and you sat down.
You were silent for a few moments, twiddling your thumbs, he expected it to be out of embarrassment or nervousness. It didn’t matter to him, he was still getting paid. He played on his phone while you sipped your drink, before you finally spoke up.
“S-so uh… D-do we get to know each other?”
Dabi shrugged, not looking at you, “Doesn’t matter to me, don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, doll~”
You blushed at the nickname, “W-well I… I’d like to get to know you a bit…”
“Well you know my name, yours is…”
You gave him your name, he assumed your real name, since the one on your account was different. You two talked for a bit, exchanging meaningless details about your lives, before Dabi finally looked at you for more than a few seconds.
“So, anything else you want from me doll~? I can do lotsa stuff for you, for the right price of course~”
He looked you up and down, and was pleased to see you shiver at the innuendo. But you shook your head, surprisingly. Most of his clients jumped at the opportunity to sleep with him, he was young and handsome, majority of the time they hadn’t got any for a while. Older women were desperate in some cases, and younger women were picky. He was shocked you were a picky one.
“I-I’m fine with just talking I… I don’t really feel comfortable paying for… F-for that…”
“Well you coulda spent your money on a therapist if you wanted to just talk to someone…”
“M-my friend made me the account, I already paid to be on the site, I figured I’d get some use out of it…”
“But not for sex, huh?”
You shook your head with a blush, pouting cutely, “Listen I just… I don’t know- You’re right, I just wanted someone to talk to, who’ll listen. Can you do that?”
Dabi scoffed, shrugging. “Sure thing doll, whatever you say~”
You nodded with that, paying for your food and his, before you had to excuse yourself to go to work. From there, it stayed a bit stagnant. You’d ask for him to visit you, you’d talk to him about your problems with work, some guy who harassed you, an annoying ex who wouldn't leave you alone, but you never asked for more than a hug.
Hell, you even listened to Dabi’s struggles in return. He’d tell you about his “friends”, tell you about old family issues, tell you about his own issues finding work because of his looks… You really did listen to him, and you offered him support whenever he needed it. Of course, he never took you up on the offer, it was unsafe to trust a client the way he trusted you.
He didn’t trust you, he couldn’t trust you. He barely knew you, just like you barely knew him.
He had to remind himself of that, quite often.
But it was getting a lot harder as time went on, especially with all the gifts. You paid for his services each time you hung out, and it wasn’t as if he was cheap, he valued his time, especially if he had to embarrass himself for old hags- But you paid him a lot of money to spend time with you. Lately you had started paying just below twice as much, and you never asked for more of his time for your money. You sent him money casually, sending him a quick message of;
[[I’m busy at work today, sorry for the short notice. I’ll still pay you for your time, thank you!]]
Always so curt, always so polite. Never an excuse other than work, and never using it against him. If he had to cancel on you, you never held it against him either always saying-
“Well, take at least half of your earnings, seeing as though something came up. Be sure to let me know how things go, okay? Be safe.”
You never asked questions either, just asked him if he was okay in the end. It was odd, so he figured taking different clients would get him back into the groove of things. He’d take old women to fancy parties, if they weren’t too old he wasn’t afraid to show them a good time afterward. But it didn’t help him in any sense, if anything it confused him further. The old women would pay him just what they owed him, and they expected sex almost every time. But with you, you never expected anything from him, so it made him wonder why.
So, he asked.
You two were having a casual walk through a park, eating crepes you got, before Dabi sat down on a bench, damn near pulling you down with him. You laughed gently, and that made Dabi even more confused- He liked the sound of your laugh.
“Why haven’t we fucked yet?”
You blushed and sputtered out, “Ha-what? P-pardon..?”
Dabi rolled his eyes, “Don’t play dumb, you give me a hell of a lot more than you’re supposed to, and you’re entitled to having sex with me, so why haven’t you?”
You furrowed your eyebrows, sneering a bit, “I said I wasn’t comfortable paying for that-”
“Oh please, don’t lie to me! I’m not stupid. What is it, am I too scarred for you? Too ugly?”
Your eyes widened, you could feel tears brimming at that. “W-what’re you-”
“Pretty girls like you don’t have to waste your time and money on people like me, you could get anyone you want, so why the fuck don’t you?”
You were silent, giving Dabi even more time to release his frustrations and anger. “What, think you’re too good to pay for it? Think you can make friends with me and then fuck me? What, to get it over with? Is that it?”
You were crying now, trying to hide your tears from him. The heat in your chest was twisting as you bit your lip. You hated crying in front of people.
“Come on then, doll, quite crying like a baby and do what our contract says, fuck me and get it over with-”
You got up abruptly, leaving your crepe next to him as you stormed off. Dabi scoffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned back onto the bench, still fuming and confused. He figured this would be the easier way to take care of you, rip the bandaid off before it got to be too much for him to handle…
So why did he feel so bad when he looked at you walking away?
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Things went back to normal for Dabi after that, he went back to his usual clients after that, making just enough to keep up on his bills. He hated to admit it, but he missed you-
Your paycheck. He missed your money, he didn’t miss you.
He couldn’t miss you, he barely knew you.
He didn’t get worried when he noticed your account was gone. He was worried you’d want refunds on your money that was it. He was worried he’d get his account blocked, nothing else. He didn’t feel a pit in his stomach when he looked through old text messages you sent him, pictures of your outings together, messages you’d send him just to check on him.
It was hard to focus on his clients when all he could think about was you.
So when he found himself in the cafe where you first met him, he was shocked to see you at the front of the counter, ordering some coffee. When you turned to leave and you saw him, you jumped, before looking down and walking past him.
“Wait…”
He followed you out of the cafe, trying to weave past the people on the sidewalk as well as you did- He had to talk to you. He called out your name, trying to get your attention.
“I need to talk to you-!”
“Why!?”
You stopped, turning back to him with pricks of tears in your eyes, a furious blush on your face. “Why do you need to talk to me!? You said enough!”
“I was-”
“You were, what? Worried about me? You don’t need to be worried about me, Dabi, I didn’t pay you to be worried about me! I paid you for sex, that was it!”
He flinched at that. “I was worried ya… Ya got hurt or somethin’… Your account-”
“I deleted my account, got my money back from making the account. It was useless after-”
You cut yourself off, shaking your head. “What do you care… I haven’t paid you to listen this time…”
He grimaced at that, walking up to you, “Doll, listen I’m-”
“Don’t call me that.”
“I’m sorry, okay!?”
He was silent for a few seconds after that, looking down. “I’m sorry I said that shit to you… I… I was stupid.”
“.... No shit.”
He chuckled, shaking his head, “I was stupid to take your kindness and… Generosity for granted… I was stupid to yell at you like I did…”
You stayed silent, and he went on. “I was stupid to assume how you felt about me, and I’m sorry I assumed you were… Like everyone else…”
“... I don’t know if I can forgive you…”
“I don’t expect you to…”
You looked down, pouting. “I never blocked your number… You could’ve texted me…”
Dabi looked at you, you wouldn’t look at him. “I have to go to work, but you can text me… We have some catching up to do.”
Dabi smiled softly and nodded, “Yeah… Yeah I’ll do that, doll…”
You looked up at him shortly, before looking back down, “See ya…”
With that, you turned away to cross the street. Dabi felt better after that, knowing at least some progress had been made. He knew he fucked up, but he was more than happy to make it up to you.
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It wasn’t easy, feeling normal with you again. It was difficult getting back into the swing of things, feeling comfortable talking to you, getting you to feel comfortable talking to him. You kept it formal, only ever talking about work again. He tried to do the same, but he noticed how you would grimace at every mention of his clients.
He’d never admit to you, but ever since he started talking with you again, he slowly stopped visiting his clients. Sure, it made things a bit tighter on the finances, but it was worth it to spend more time with you. You made him feel good inside, made him feel like he was worth it. With all the time he spent with you, he could feel safe with you. Secure.
With enough time, it was slowly feeling normal again. You slowly started telling him about guys, you wouldn’t grimace at his work stories anymore, in fact you offered him help and advice when dealing with his old-ass-clients. You even asked how work was going for him currently, and he told you without hesitation at how work has slowed down. You agreed, telling him your own job was becoming easier, but it would pick back up in no time. You would laugh over his horror stories of trying to get it up for any old-bitty, and he would laugh over your horror stories about terrible dates you’ve been on.
He loved hearing your laugh, and he liked seeing you smile, it made him feel warm… Which wasn’t something he wanted to think about, much less admit to you. This happened last time, granted you weren’t paying him this time but-
*Ding*
He looked down at his phone, you had sent him money. A lot of money. He felt his heart drop into his stomach at the sight of that on his home screen. What did it mean? Did you want him to do something for you? Did you expect him to take the money and keep it? Did you want him to have sex with you? What about your friendship? What about all the work you two had done to get back to normal?
His head was spinning, he felt sick to his stomach, he didn’t like how this felt. He left his place and immediately showed up at yours, banging on your door. You opened it with a smile, before your smile dropped at the sight of him-
Why did you frown? Did you not want to see him?
“Dabi? What’s the matter?”
“Why did you send me that!?”
You jumped, stepping back as he stepped into your home, slamming the door shut.
“Why did you send me that money!? What do you want from me!? Did you want to-”
“I sent it to you to help you!”
Your shout shocked him into silence, and you immediately noticed his confusion return.
“... Why?”
You sighed, “Because you said work was slow for you… I wanted to help you out.”
“But what about your own finances?”
“Dabi I make enough money to support a small army if I wanted to… My job is generous, especially if I work hard. Not only that I… I felt like I needed to give you that money to make up for all your lost time with clients-”
“I don’t care about the clients, I don't care about losing that money… I just wanted to… To…”
Say it.
“Wanted to what…?”
Say it.
“I wanted to…”
He had to tell you. He had to tell you how you made him feel.
“I wanted to spend time with you…. You make me happy and… I don’t care about any of the clients like I care about you and- Fuck we haven’t even…”
“Dabi… I care about you too, that’s why I wanted to help you out…”
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I appreciate it, doll… I’m sorry for getting so-”
“It’s alright I probably should’ve asked… Are you okay?”
Dabi paled at the question, chuckling slowly. “Hahaaa… Yeah I’m fine, doll, ‘s just… I’m not used to people giving me money without any strings attached, y’know?”
You laughed, “I get it…”
You two watched a movie that night, and Dabi spent the night on the couch. You woke him up when you had to leave for work, and let him know he could stick around, but if he left you asked him to lock the door.
That happened far more often. You’d invite him over for a movie, or dinner, and he’d stay the night on your couch. You often asked him before you sent him any more money, and even if he asked you and begged you not to send him a lot, you still did… Until you asked him something crazy.
You wanted him to move in with you.
He originally thought you were crazy, after all he still had clients and work, but you brought up how often he stayed with you, and instead of him wasting his money on an apartment he never slept in, he could move in with you. You altered your spare room to be his new bedroom, rather than your home office. You promised to never bring any men home with you, you were too busy to date anymore nowadays. All you asked for in return was that Dabi did the same, hell, he never took his clients back to his place before, especially now he never would…
Well, it’s even easier now, since he stopped seeing any of his clients. You knew he wanted to stop, but you always questioned why. It wasn’t that he didn’t like his clients, some of them were fine. It wasn’t because he felt guilty for seeing other people aside from you-
It was exactly that, he just hated to admit it.
He used to be fine, getting it up wasn’t an issue, he’d just imagine something hotter than whatever old bitch was beneath him, but… Ever since he moved in with you, it became an issue. In order to not disappoint his clients he’d imagine it was you beneath him, that the skin he was feeling up was smoother, softer. He’d imagine their banshee-like moans to be like yours he’d hear while you were alone at night.
He’d imagine it was you…
But when he couldn’t imagine it anymore, when he craved the real thing more than anyone else, everyone else became… Subpar. Nothing could replace you, and there was nothing he could do to fix the problem at hand.
So he left.
He actually picked up work at a piercing shop instead, having experience in it from his past. You still insisted on giving him money though, and that itself paid for any licensing that he needed to become a professional. He was thankful for everything you did for him…
He only wished he could repay you somehow…
So, he took you to dinner one evening.
“Dabi you really didn’t have to do this…”
“Yes I did, now shut up and let me do the spoiling for once.”
You giggled at that, taking the arm he offered you as he led you into the restaurant. This was his first official date in a very long time, where he actually wanted to pay for the meals and the service. He was slightly nervous, but he’d be damned if he let that ruin his evening. The table you two got to was nice, allowing the two of you plenty of privacy from the other patrons. He even pulled out your chair for you.
“Dabi, are you certain this isn’t a little… Much~?” You asked, smirking over your menu.
“For you doll, certainly not~”
He winked back at you, peering over his menu before ordering.
With that, the evening went swimmingly, the two of you chatted over a nice dinner, drank some wine together, it was relaxing and more than fulfilling.
Once home, Dabi opened the door for you, before taking your coat off for you. You laughed, shrugging out of your coat as he hung it up.
“Dabiiii, what in the world are you up to now~?”
He chuckled softly as he kneeled in front of you, “Don’t worry, I’m not proposing,” He grabbed one of your feet, gently taking off your heels one by one, “I’m just helping you get comfortable~”
He kissed your calf at that, making you flush as he slowly got back up, taking one of your hands and leading you into the bathroom. He let go of you before he turned on the water and lighting some candles, and you laughed again.
“Now this is overboard…”
“Nonsense doll, I’m just spoiling you, can’t a guy spoil his friends every once in a while~?”
“When the guy is a roommate that belches as loud as you do, it’s a little out of character~”
Dabi chuckled as he shut off the bath, shaking his head.
“I know it’s odd, but just… Let me spoil ya, okay?”
You sighed with a smile, shrugging, “Alright fine, you’ve twisted my arm… Could you help me out then?”
He looked back at you and flushed when he saw you turn your back to him, and he got up to help where you had asked, unzipping as much as he had to, gently brushing his hand against your skin, pleased with how soft he knew you would be…
“Sure thing doll~”
He loved seeing the goosebumps run down your skin at that, before he turned to leave you to take a bath. His work wasn’t done yet, lighting candles all the way to your room, all around your bed, he then made himself comfortable. He got undressed slowly, taking his time.
When you got to your room, he was still in his boxers. You were in your robe and your face immediately got red.
“D-Dabi..!?”
He turned to you and smirked, “Yeah?”
“W-what’s all this…?”
“I think it’s kind of obvious, don’t you?”
Your eyes were looking everywhere but at him- Please look at him…
“.... Do you not feel the same?”
You stuttered, your eyes blinking before you finally looked at him.
“I-I do I just…”
He understood when you looked away again.
“Hey… Look at me doll…”
You blinked up again, looking at him quickly before looking away, your face going red. He held your face, moving your head gently to make you look at him.
“Who paid for our meals tonight…?”
You muttered out, “You did.”
“Right, I paid for us. You didn’t pay for me. I don’t owe you shit.”
You couldn’t help but laugh gently at that, the small tears in your eyes being blinked away as he smiled at you, gently kissing your tears away.
“I want you doll… Do you want me~?”
You answered him with a kiss. He kissed you back with the same passion you kissed him, pulling away only to move you to lay on the bed beneath him. He continued to kiss you deeply, your robe gently falling open beneath you, allowing him to slowly and gently grope at your newly exposed flesh as he kissed your neck, carefully biting into you to mark you. Your sighs and moans made him so hard he felt like he could explode without anything else…
Kissing down your chest slowly, he kissed your thighs, gently biting the inside of your thigh, making you yip. He chuckled softly, before you whined. He looked up at your flushed face, and you shook your head.
“What’s the matter baby~?”
“D-don’t want your tongue…”
“Hmmm, then what do you want~?”
You huffed, wiggling your hips in his face- Why would you do that if you didn’t want his tongue? He gave you a quick lick, making you moan and shudder.
“What do you want, baby~? You have to use your words~”
You whined again, “Y-you… I-I want your cock…”
He groaned with a smirk, pulling himself away from you and taking himself out of his boxers, lining himself up with you.
“Haa, ready baby~?”
“P-please..”
He chuckled again, slowly pressing himself into you. He actually moaned at the feeling, his head rolling back with his eyes as he pressed himself against you, getting as deep inside of you as he possibly could. He wanted to feel every inch of your wet heat for him, wanted ingrained in his fucking memory. Ugh, and your cute little moans had him bucking his hips into you, already fucking you with a fast pace. You gripped his shoulders, pulling him against you. He leaned into you, kissing you quickly.
“F-fuuck baby you- Ah you feel so fucking good baby… You got me hooked doll- Aah~”
“D-Dabiiii-Aaah~”
“What is it baby doll, come on- Tell me-ah- fuckin tell me what you want~”
“P-please let me- P-please let meeaah~”
“Do what you-you want baby- Cum on me, cum as much-fuckin cum as much as you want baby~”
You moaned again when he bit your neck, he could feel you clench around him, making his hips stutter. There was no way he’d finish so soon, despite your heavenly body making it incredibly hard to hold himself together. He gripped your hips as he fucked himself into you, looking down at where the two of you connected, watching his dick slide in and out of you, he could feel himself drooling at the sight of your juices coating his dick. He looked at your face and smirked, he saw you looking too.
“You like that baby~? Like the sight of my dick in you haa~?”
You nodded, moaning out a cute, “Haaaa-yeaaah~”
“Yeah baby, that’s what I thought- Fuck you’re so fucking perfect~”
You clenched around him again at the praise, making him smirk again, “You like that baby doll~? Like it when I praise you? Hah- Knew you’d be good- Fuckin’ prayed you’d be good f’me~”
You moaned again, “Dabi~! D-dabi- Dabi~”
“What baby- What is it~ What do you want~?”
You groaned, throwing your head back with an actual scream, “Y-ya-your cuuuum~!! W-waaah-nt your cum inside meeee~!!”
With how desperate you sounded, and how slick you were with your own cum, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. You did so much for him, did so much just because you wanted to help him and care about him. You loved him, and you didn’t even have to say it.
He loved you too, and he’d do anything for you.
He thrusted a few more times before pressing his hips against yours, cumming inside of you as deep as he could, swearing through gritted teeth- He never thought he’d ever be here, balls deep inside of you, emptying himself in you.
As the two of you caught your breath, Dabi carefully pulled himself out of you, kissing you hard. You knew he loved you as much as you loved him, and you kissed him back. You two laid like that for a moment, just holding each other.
“Dabi…”
“Yeah?”
“I’m not gonna get pregnant am I?”
He laughed loud at that, shaking his head, “Haha! No doll… I got snipped a few years back, but I can get’cha the pill if you’re worried.”
You flushed, “I think I’ll be fine then, haha~”
“You outta be, or else I’ll be asking a lot of questions.”
You rolled your eyes, before smiling cheekily.
“Dabi~”
“Hm?”
You were silent for a moment, “I love you.”
He jumped slightly at that before smiling into you, nodding his head.
“Love you too, doll face~”
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