𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒 | (𝐃𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐱 𝐎𝐂)

30

KIARA'S POV:

I never expected myself to get involved with a villain, let alone fall for him. They weren't lying when the unexpected came when you least expected it.

Me and Dabi enjoyed our time together when we could, at least. Sometimes (like before), I wouldn't see him for weeks, a month or two, but he'd always come back and touch me like he craved me.

The glass door was wide open, exposing the warm spring air to slip through.

Dabi smoked a cigarette outside. He only told me he smoked when he had a lot on his mind, and I didn't believe him at first, but then again, I never really saw him smoke so often.

"You're thinking too much this early in the morning?" I call out, stretching my limbs in the coziness of my bed.

He turned and looked at me. "Why? Is your side of the bed not warm enough?"

I smiled at that, placing one arm under the pillow as my head rested atop of it.

"Yeah. The bed isn't too warm. I think you should come and warm it up," I tease, patting the empty bedside.

He shook his head, chuckling at that. He put out his cigar, entering the bedroom.

Plopping onto the bed, he sat down as he peered down. "Is this better?" He asked, his eyes trailing across the curves of my body beneath the blanket.

"Nuh-uh," I said, tracing my fingers on the inside of his palm. "Closer."

He chuckled softly, inching closer until he sat right beside me. He placed his hand atop of my head, patting it gently.

"What were you thinking about?" I gently ask, cuddling under the blanket to keep me warm from the breeze.

"Stuff," he shrugs, his fingers tracing the outline of my bare shoulder. "Don't worry about it, Carrots. Don't worry about me."

I saw his eyes watching my fingers trace his palm, and I grazed over his palmer crease.

"Not worry about you? I'm always going to worry about you," I state, turning to lay on my back.

"There's no need for that." He bent down, kissing my shoulder, trailing over to my neck.

I move my head to the side, allowing him to get better access. He tugged on the hem of the blanket, wanting to see my naked body.

"Dabi..." I murmur.

"Hmm?" He ignored me, tracing his kisses from my collarbone to the upper part of my breasts.

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"Alright, what's up with you?" Yuna furrowed her brows, noticing a slight change in me.

"Nothing," I grin, taking a bite of my onigiri.

"Oh, really?" She shook her head, but her lips tugged upward. "What's got you smiling all day?"

I didn't want to risk exposing this thing going on with Dabi. I couldn't tell her that it was him that was making me smile so much.