Bottle Me Up (Dabi x OC) {[tw]}

Chapter 8: I Think I'm Ready

Warning ⚠️: non-suicidal thoughts,

Kazemi

It's been 3 weeks since I patched up Dabi in my kitchen. Since then, I didn't feel like I was numb 24/7. I didn't want to go to sleep and never wake up, I didn't want to end it all anymore.

Dabi made me feel human again. Dabi helped me smile and laugh again.

He was always on my mind. When he wasn't around me, I wondered what he was doing. Was he out making plays? Was he killing overdue debt payers? Was he at home smoking? Was he thinking of me, too?

Not to mention, he made me cum like no one else could. He explored my body and found my spots in seconds. No one ever really took the time to get to know my body and its desires like Dabi has. They would just cum and then leave and if I was fortunate enough I would have a small orgasm. But Dabi didn't cum unless I did and that drove me wild.

Then there were the times we would get high in my living room or on my patio. We would just talk about anything and everything. Dabi didn't hesitate to make me laugh. I was comfortable around him.

He always had to have some type of physical contact with me. I understand though. I don't know what pain feels like, but Dabi has been in pain since he could remember. I don't care if he only has me around for my quirk because I want him to feel human, the way he makes me feel. Plus, I'm touch starved so I don't mind.

Working at Inari's is surprisingly fun and easy. Making cocktails and martinis for gay, friendly people was the highlight of my days when I didn't see Dabi.

Sakura is very sweet and has become a good friend. When Dabi wasn't over, Sakura would come to my place and we would make drinks for each other. Sakura was not your typical boss; she has more of a dirty mind than I do and that's saying something.

I found myself making a better cycle for myself. Well, it's not a cycle anymore. I still wake up, still feed Suki on time, I still go to work. It's after work that Dabi picks me up and my day becomes spontaneous.

One day he had taken me to a rage room. Everything in the room was already broken and mostly destroyed. When Dabi and I left there wasn't anything else to break. Or set on fire.

Dabi gave me a taste of life that I never had. That I needed.

I haven't been depressed in weeks and I wasn't about to be now.

꧁ ♔ ꧂

"Ooh, who's Dabi?" Sakura wiggled her
well-groomed brows at me as she handed me my phone that had chimed.

I rolled my eyes even as my cheeks heated.
"He's just a friend."

To be completely honest, I don't even know what Dabi and I are. We hang out almost every day, usually to smoke, fuck or just talk.

Dabi Isn't as reserved as he was in the beginning, talking more and his body language around me is relaxed. He doesn't treat me like his girlfriend, definitely more of a friend. Though, we do fuck, quite a lot. Friends with benefits would probably fit us more.

We were hanging out in the break room on the couch.

"So, what's he look like?" Sakura sang as she poured herself a mug of coffee from the coffee maker. Her mug said 'Boss Bitch' and I love that because she is one.

"He's... okay looking, " I answered. "Not bad on the eyes, though."

I'm almost certain Dabi wouldn't appreciate
giving out his picture. Even if he is off the radar, I don't think Dabi takes his face being seen lightly. I wouldn't do that to him.

"By how much you're blushing, Kaze, I'd say you're in love with this Dabi guy," Sakura stated.

I cleared my throat. "I wouldn't say it's love."

With the way Dabi fucks me —wild and unhinged— I certainly wouldn't call what I feel for Dabi love. Maybe an obsession with how much my sex drive rises around him.

"Oh, so you're just fucking him?"

I shrugged, tugging on a strand of my hair.

"I've been married 20 years," Satura gazes down at her diamond-encrusted wedding ring and pink diamond engagement ring. "I know what it looks like to be in love."

"I really wouldn't call what we have love,"
I stated further, "Dabi isn't — he's reserved and I never know what he's thinking sometimes."

Sakura nodded, her silky black hair falling over a sim shoulder. "Maybe he has never been in love."

"I've never been in love," I sighed.

I unlocked my phone, opening Dabi's texts.

Dabi: When are you off?

Kazemi: I'm off right now. why?

"If you've never been in love, Kazemi," Sakura stroked my hair as she passed behind me, "How will you know if you are in love right now?"

My phone chimed before I could answer.

Dabi: I'm coming to pick you up so we can go get your car.

I had forgotten we were going to get my car from the mechanic. I am happy it's fixed but I am going to miss riding with Dabi and picking songs. As selfish as that sounds.

"Hey, sakura—" I started.

Sakura had already left the break room.

Perhaps her question was rhetorical.