ride| dabi x reader {biker gang au} 18+

Chapter 19: Finally...

It was almost Midnight when you answered Dabi's call, he sounded furious when you picked up. You were annoyed with the fact that you have been trying to go to sleep way before Keigo had even shown up. What do I have to do to get some rest around here?

Ongoing Call:

Dabi: "Hey, I'm about to send you this location, could you come pick me up and take me home real quick?"

Y/N: "Um what?"

Dabi: "I fell off my bike and I need someone to come pick me up, can you?" He sounded more demanding than actually asking.

Y/N: "Sure, I guess. I wasn't about to go to sleep or anything like that." Throwing your hoodie on over your pj's, you grabbed your keys and started heading to the door. "Why didnt ask any of your gang buddies to help you out?"

Dabi: "I can tell someone doesnt like to fucking listen. I told you already I barely even like those weirdos. Just can you come get me or not?"

Y/N: "Yeah I'm on my way. Send your location." You hung up the phone and waited for Dabi to send his location to where he was. It said it would take 20 minutes to get there. Once it was sent you got on your bike and made it there.

Once you arrived you saw Dabi sitting on the curb of a sketchy ass neighborhood. Where the fuck am I? Better yet, why the fuck is he even here?

He saw you pulling up and got up from where he was sitting. He was bleeding from the side of his head, all down his arms and legs. He was fucked up pretty bad.

"Woah what the fuck happened to you?" You hopped off your bike and towards him.

"I told you. I fell off." He brushed past you and towards your bike getting on ready to go.

"Yeah, I can see that I'm not a dumbass. How did this happen, your bleeding everywhere." You turned around back towards your bike as well.

"I'll explain on the way back to my apartment. We need to go, now." He was in a rush like he wasn't supposed to be out here. You didnt question it though, just got on your bike with him behind you to his apartment.

On the way there, he had explained to you that a big truck tried to run him off the road because he had cut them off. He didn't want the truck to crush him or anything so he had to jump off which led to his injuries. He ended up walking to the nearest neighborhood nearby to rest until someone could come and get him. His first instinct was to call you.

Once you guys arrived at his apartment and headed inside you sat down on the couch again. He didn't treat his wounds nor did he care about them, that made you upset for some reason.

"You're not gonna clean up your injuries? They look pretty bad." He rolled his eyes at your question. He took his shirt off and threw it on the ground.

"I have scars all over my body, you think these little scratches bother me?" You looked away from him. You could tell he didnt want your help but you couldn't help yourself. You wanted to do something.

"Hold on, I'll be back." You got up and headed down stairs to your bike, you had a little trunk compartment on the back of your bike that contained a first aid kit. You grabbed it and headed back upstairs. Once you got back inside, you went to the bathroom and laid out everything you were gonna need to clean and cover his wounds.

"Come here." You demanded.

He looked at you and what you had in your hand. He didn't want your help, he just wanted a ride back home. But he also didn't want to kick you out... he was slowly starting to enjoy your company. He didn't say anything, just walked towards you.

You started cleaning his cuts and scrapes on his arms. It was kind of useless due to the fact that his arms were already fully scarred and stapled together. You just wanted to be helpful. He was staring at you the entire time. Watching you care for his hopeless wounds made him feel... good inside... and he hated that. Once you made it to his head and patched it up with a few bandaids you put everything you had out back inside of the first aid kit. The both of you were silent the entire time until you were finished.

"Why did you do that?" He asked not looking at you.

"You were bleeding and you seemed really upset about your accident... I just wanted to hel-." He interrupted you before you could finish that sentence. He hated the fact that you thought he was too weak to care of himself. He didn't need your help. He didn't need anyone's help, you made it seem as if he was useless. Like he couldn't have done what you did for him, himself. He refused to let anyone think he was helpless.

"I don't need you or anyone else's help. I can take care of myself." He turned around and walked out of the bathroom. His statement pissed you off. All you were trying to do was be nice and do something for him that he had probably never felt before. You could sense that he was angry and that made you even more mad.

"Well excuse me for trying to be fucking nice to your stupid ass." You grabbed all your stuff and headed to the door. He stopped in front of you before you could leave.

"Move." You demanded.

He smirked down at you. "Make me." As confusing as he is, he couldnt help that he did enjoy your soft touch against his skin. He was upset because he never had anyone care or help him with anything before. He was so used to being ignored and being placed on the back burner waiting for someone to pick him and give him some use.... and you did that for him. You made him feel like he mattered even if it was just in the slightest ways. It made him sick to think that someone actually gave a damn but he couldnt help but like that feeling just a little bit.

"You're so confusing! I help you and you brush it off and I dont even get a fucking a thank you. And now you're not letting me leave? What do you want?" You thought you could figure him out, but he never was direct about anything. It left you confused and constantly questioning if anything he says was true or not. You hated not knowing exactly what he meant or what his motives truly were. You hated being confused, but not knowing so much about this mystery man made you want to know more... it kind of turned you on not knowing who he really was. Like a case you had to crack yourself no matter the cost.

He saw the pendant he gave you around your neck. His stomach turned, he thought you would have lost that by now or even threw it away. But instead you put it on string and wore you around your neck like it was something special to you as it as been for him. In that moment, he realized what it was about you that made him not want to hurt you or murder you like he did with everyone else... you were true to yourself. You kept your word as he did for you. That turned him on.

"You." Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his answer. Me? Wait, wait, wait. Why me? What does he mean, me?

"Me?" You looked up at him and by the time you did his lips crashed into yours... and this time you finally kissed back.
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The moment everyone has been waiting for is finally here lolol get ready for the smut besties! (Words: 1358)