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

(Part 1) The Cigarette-Scented Competition

 I stepped outside of the warm apartment onto the balcony. I took a deep breath in, the cold air burning my lungs like blistering ice crystals; my new place. I had recently moved due to complaints from my neighbors. 'I partied with my buddies too often' they said. Even though I didn't - normally wouldn't - care about people's opinions on my friends and I, I had to now.

    My friends are all back at home, in Musutafu. I now live in Kyushu, Japan. Specifically in Fukuoka.

I came to Fukuoka to pursue my never ending dream of a race car driver. It may sound boring as fuck but I don't give two shits what you think. I like the speed to it. The competition. The feeling of victory when I cross that checkerboard tape line running across a certain point in the road. It makes me feel alive.

Their is a joint where all the racers go. Not sure if it's legal but I don't give a damn. Not one.

I slowly sat down on the comfortable seat outside with a nice glass table next to it. I grabbed my customized lighter from my front pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. It was a new pack, luckily. Meaning I could smoke the noise complaints and the rough nights of degrading away. All I needed was to go back to Musutafu to get my car or pay someone to bring it here. My car is my baby girl. God is she beautiful.

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My burn marks of magenta and purple cause me to look like a bad guy, so most people hate my dumb fucking ass. I don't know why, but people just seem to be so racist when people have burn marks and bad criminal records *wipes fake tear away.* I started to laugh as I walked into the convenient store near my new modern apartment.

I walked into the store to find the cashier giving me a look. I smirked and rolled my eyes, turning for the drink section. All I needed was some beer and maybe whiskey. 'Hopefully they carry the good stuff' I thought as my arrogant self almost had a fit. Then I saw my favorite brand of alcohol sitting up on the top shelf. " What a beaut." I said out loud. I don't care if a person hears me. I walked up to the cold glass sliding door and grabbed two thirty packs. " Now for whiskey. Oh, maybe vodka. I do need to stock up for my one night stands aftermath." Said me. I grabbed a vodka in its biggest size, already carrying enough shit. I turned on my heel, proceeding to make a screech and a possible black line on the floor as I went up to the whiskey section. It was in the section where they kept the soda because they didn't keep their whiskey cold. Not my personal opinion, but I could live.

I grabbed a bottle of Kentucky and walked up to the guy at the front. I had the vodka in my front pocket. For some reason my busted up run-down coat looked like a dead robe. Clearly put to 'great use'.

I had some muscles so the two thirty packs of Coors Light had been looking fucking lopsided. " Oh wait hold up bacon bits, where you going with that alcohol." The cashier said rudely. " Well bitch, I'm actually going to grab Corona too." I said, trying to make the dildo understand. He nodded as I set down the remaining alcohol on the table-deal. I ran up, got a six pack and while I was doing that, I yelled at him to get me some cigarettes.

" Alright bacon bits, your total is gonna be $32.80." I put down two twenties and yelled at him to keep the change. I didn't want to stay in that ass-filled place any longer.

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" Dip shit. Fucking whore." I mumbled as I turned the corner. As I turned a sharp right corner, I bumped into someone. " Excuse you." Said a very feminine voice. I liked woman and what their mouths could do, so I wasn't gonna disrespect a possible blowjob. " Hey, sorry about that princess." I said to the girl. She had her hood on and it was like nine o' clock at night. I noticed she didn't have much of a coat on so I invited her to my humble abode. " Sure, MC Crusty. Fucking hell man, what happened to your delinquent ass. Holy hell." She said. So far, I liked this bitch.

Her vocabulary was fucking awesome. She also grabbed some of the beer to help hold. That shit was sorta heavy so brownie points to her for muscles.

Word count - 837 words
Time posted - November 25, 2020 4:15 PM
Status - Proofread and Fixed Grammatical Errors
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