The Faster, The Better - Dabi x Fem!Reader - Book 1

(Part 43) Cat & Mouse

It was Victoria.

"Hey sweetheart. So, your little toy got messed up huh? Not my fault." She seethed, pressing her deep blue stiletto's heel into your cheek, right next to your nose and above your top lip, practically crushing your tooth into a milllion little shards.

"My boyfriend is taking good care of Sam. But I just need you to know two things before we go. Number one, we're not done with you and we'll be back, and for two.." she said, before beginning again she licked her lips and bit them, going closer to your face. She put her stiletto on the ground, right in front of your heat.

Then, rain began to patter on the floor.

She picked up your jaw and ran her index finger across your tender and wet jaw. Blood from your cheek and her shoe was slowly dripping down onto your plush and prim lips, and she got even closer, took her finger and licked the blood off the pad of her tip.

She looked you in the eyes, the contact getting impatiently steamy. She then licked the remaining blood off of her lips and pushed her lips onto yours. She kissed you, interlocking her tongue with yours.

They swayed, your slowly resisting as your head of messy hair slowly pressed into the grass and dirt while her hands brushed your collar bone. She tugged at the thick straps of your black dress, pressing hardly into your shoulder making you squirm. A pressure point. She loves those, clearly.

She tastes of blood. Your blood.

She then pulled away, a string of her and yours' spit trailing off then snapping away, connecting onto your lower lip. Her hand was removed from your collarbone and her thumb pressed over to your lips, removing anything she left behind. Your dress was now very wet, the black fabric and the wet mud soaking it. Then, your realization hit that she has a white blouse on with a black mini skirt.

You saw everything.

"Like the view?" She asked. You stayed silent as her hands massaged your chest. It was quite uncomfortable. "S-stop." You gave her your permission to stop. But she didn't. She needed to feel stronger than you.

Her plump lips opened, preparing to speak. " as for number two, what was it like being wrapped in those black bags. What was it like being kidnapped, hm? What was it like being the mouse." She hummed out like she was playing with you.

And she was.

"What was it like being kidnapped? What did it feel like to play cat and mouse, hm?" She asked. She got off of you and walked off, heels making a mark in the wet mud. The rain pattered on the top of her chest, dripping down onto the white blouse. She was insanely attractive, but this wa a funeral. Not a getaway.

She smirked and blew a kiss at you, sighing and walking off with a maniacal laugh, her deep voice making everything better.

But this was a bad situation, right? Yeah.. yeah.

You stood up, wiping off the blood that dripped onto your dress and the mud on your ass.

"Shit." You said, Turing around and looking at the casket. "That bitch did that on purpose." You said.

Then you remembered what she said.

"My boyfriend is taking good care of Sam. But I just need you to know two things before we go. Number one, we're not done with you and we'll be back, and for two.."

"My boyfriend is taking good care of Sam..

"Shit! Sam!" You thought, running through the crowd of people that randomly showed up. They were talking and crying and chatting.

You ran off to the car and saw that the cars lights through the sky's rain and cold fog had the lights still on.

It was far past noon, almost night now. About 5 or 6.

You looked up at the cars' window and saw Sam with a trail of blood on her head and her calling someone frantically.

You ran over to her, rolling your ankle trying to run in heels on fucking mud.

"Sam!" You shouted, getting her attention. Your muddy ass sat in the car when she unlocked the door and once you opened it.

"Are you okay?" You said.

"Yes! are you?" She relayed back. You nodded and brought your hand to her face, wiping the blood off with your dark blue cardigan, not caring if it stained.

She smiled and kissed your cheek. "I'm sorry for yelling. I was angry and sad." You said, apologizing for your actions. "I'm also sorry for storming off." You apologized again. She thanked you.

"It's alright. I'm sorry for getting mad at you when you just lost your boyfriend a little under a week ago. Also, it was to a car accident. I knew that you getting in a car would make you feel some type of negative way." She said. You nodded and smiled back.

"I love you." She said.

"I love you more than that." You replied.

She then hugged you and got out of the car, you following.

"I know you don't want to go to this dumb funeral, but you need to. For me, okay?" You told her, grabbing her hand.

She said yes and walked off.

You couldn't keep your mind from wandering though. One thing you knew about was that you felt you were being watched. But by who?

Surely, no Sam. She was focused on the service.

Who was watching you?

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