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

Chapter 17: Here I Am

Warning ⚠️: bullet wound, childhood trauma

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It all became a blur after Dabi kissed me again.

I remember him calling me a lightweight as he helped me off the hood of his car. I remember geeking out on the ride home and Dabi laughing. I remember pushing him against the door and kissing him right after he locked it, his warm hands on my hips as I raised onto my tip-toes.

What I don't remember is my clothes coming off or walking into Dabi's all black bedroom.

While I was admiring Dabi's monochrome black decore, he stood at the foot of the bed. My intoxicated gaze met his fiery blue eyes and my breath hitched. His shirt was off, revealing the purple scars and staples across his chest and abdomen. I bit my lip as my gaze went further down. His jeans were unbuckled and unzipped, showing off the black Kalvin Klein boxers he had on. And the prominent bulge that looked like it hurt as his cock strained against the fabric.

I squeezed my thighs together as my core tightened. Dabi chuckled darkly and I watched as he grinned wolfishly at me.

"It's a shame." I heard Dabi say.

My skin began to get warm. "W-What do you mean?"

"I made a promise to myself that the first time you were naked in my bed, I'd fuck you to oblivion."

Dabi said it so casually that the whimper of frustration that came up my throat seemed dramatic.

My breath hitched again as Dabi crawled on top of me, his warm hand wrapping around my neck uncharacteristically gentle. He held my neck like I was glass, when he usually would have a firm grip on me. Sometimes even taking my breath away for a second.

"But you have his bruises on you when they should be mine." Dabi kissed my forehead softly as his hand trail from my neck, between my breasts, to splay on my stomach.

"I-I can't feel—" I started.

"I don't give a damn if you can't feel pain, Kazemi." Dabi growled and I gulped. "I'm not fucking you when you just got shot."