the mafia orchestra ᝰ dabi ✓ (poc reader)

kinks

"DID YOU MISS ME?" A familiar voice exhorted, Dabi turning to see y/n wave with excitement. "Hi!"

"You always come to meet me in such a happy mood. It's weird." He surrated, y/n taking a seat on top the dumpster.

"Do you want me to come all sad and depressed?"

"That was just be even weirder. Don't do that."

Y/n chuckled, crossing her legs. "...Dabi."

"Hm?"

"I have a question."

"And I might answer."

"...Do you have any kinks?"

Dabi choked at her abrupt and straightforward question. What the hell is up with this chick?
"W...Why are you asking something like that?"

Y/n shrugged, fiddling with her fingers in her lap. "I dunno. I had dream last night, and you were in it. And you said you had a book kink."

"Book?"

"Yeah, I'm not sure if that's a real kink, or what that kink is, but now I want to know. I'm curious."

"..."

"If you want me to, Ill go first!"

"I don't really want to k—"

"A praise kink!"

Dabi's brows furrowed, his eyes glued to her. "A praise kink?"

"Yeaaaaaaahhh." Her body slumped, as if she was soaking in the glorious thought of being showered with compliments. "I adore when people acknowledge the power I have. It feels great. Especially during sex...Well, my boyfriend doesn't praise me during it. He degrades me; the opposite of what I enjoy."

"...This boyfriend of yours sounds...kinda bad."

Y/n looked down from the sky, sitting up straight again. "...Hm?"

"You say your his property, that you feel more free without him around, and that he degrades you...You sound like you live a shitty life." Dabi scoffed, crossing his legs by the ankles.

Y/n seemed to have spaced off for a moment, her gaze sad, and empty. "...Well, I can't really leave...OO! I've also got a whisper kink!!" She admitted, quickly changing the subject.

"Whisper? Like whispering?"

"No like yelling—Yes whispering!" She teased. "And not really in a sexual way. It just makes me feel...safe, when someone whispers in my ear." She smiled to herself, hugging her body.

Dabi watched as she blushed over her fantasies. "...I see..."

"What about you? Any kinks?" Y/n perked up, ready to listen.

"...No, I don't think so."

"Heeeeuuuuuhhhh?? Really? There's nothing you enjoy specifically while having sex?"

"..."

"..."

"...Wait, are you a virgin?"

"Let's drop the subject."

"WHAT!? No way!! You're 20 through 25 and have never banged a person?" She gasped, her mouth literally on the floor. "How come!?"

"...You wouldn't get it."

"Huh? Why wouldn't I?"

"...Underneath all this, isn't some pretty boy model you're expecting." He pushed off the wall, walking towards the sidewalk. "People don't drop to their knees for someone like me...Besides, sex isn't my top priority. I don't care for relationships."

"Leaving already?" Y/n whined, hopping down from the dumpster.

"I've got somewhere to be." He continued to walk away, giving a small wave as he left.

"...Dabi!"

He stopped just before the sidewalk, turning over his shoulder. "...Yeah?"

"...I BET YOU'RE GORGEOUS!!"

Dabi whipped around, bringing his finger over his lips. "SHH! Why are you yelling, you little sh—"

"Don't say you're ugly! Because I like you just for you! So even if you're 'ugly' on the outside, you're beautiful on the inside!!!" She smiled, jumping up and down on the balls of her feet.

"...Shut up. Now you're just being stupid." He mumbled, turning onto the sidewalk and leaving for the night.

Once he was far way enough from the bar, he pulled down his mask, brushing his two fingers against his scarred bottom lip. ...How can a killer like her...

be so infuriatingly nice?