You're dark and sexy.
He's flirty and quite literally an asshole, but a damn good-looking one at that.
How will you two ever get along? Through sports cars and racing, duh.
[THE BOOK IS CURRENTLY BEING RE-WRITTEN, THE ORIGINAL WILL BE KEPT REGRETFUL...
TW: Heavy usage of bad language, mentions of alcohol, smoking, sex, bdsm. In this story, Dabi isn't a villain. This chapter gets a little spicy.
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Narrator POV
After the run in with the mysterious man, he invited you to his house. " Princess I'm only asking you cause you look cold and I can give you my jacket." He said. " No thanks. I can drop off the alcohol at the house and then I have to go. I have to be at my rac- certain place." You said politely. ' Shit. I almost gave it away. I don't know if he is some sort of cop or shit, but whatever the reason I can't have him knowledgeable about the place we race or he could come up and run it down.' You thought.
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After walking for a little bit he finally introduced you to himself. " Sorry, little mouse I almost forgot to give you my name. I'm Dabi." He said as he unlocked his nice apartments door. " I'm (Y/N)." He started to say something until he didn't see you. " (Y/N)? Where do you go?" He said. He turned around and saw you unboxing all of the alcohol and putting it in the refrigerator. " Hey you don't need to do that." Dabi said. You didn't care and you kept doing it to help.
Dabi came up behind you, gripping your black ripped jeans with his fingertips, most likely making a mark. " Okay then. Guess my princess is a helpful little whore ~" Dabi he whispered in your ear, kissing down from your ear, to the divet of your neck. " Guess she is." You said while tilting your head back so your lips were next to his shoulder. You twisted him so his back was against the fridge door and you ripped open the buttons on his coat. You reached to his front pocket on his left peck and grabbed the pack of cigarettes out from it. You turned around, grabbed your pocket knife from your pant pocket and opened it. You unboxed the pack of cigarettes in front of him. Turning around, you gripped his middle finger. " Quirk." Is all your pretty mouth spoke. Dabi gave you a sexy and sly smirk and turned on his quirk. The blue fire lit up the cigarette and you put it to your lips and winked at him. You turned your body towards the breakfast bar directly across from the fridge and grabbed two Corona's. Still having the cigarette in your mouth, you grabbed a lime and a lemon, used your pocket knife and began to cut up the sour fruit.
"Sit across from me." Said you, while you turned around, pulling the tobacco stick out of your mouth and blowing the smoke in his face. The man turned sharply on his heel and sat on one of the black stool. As you were preparing the drinks for you and him he began to use his harsh, raspy voice. " So, little mouse, when did you start smoking? Or preparing drinks for men that you ran into next to the convenient store?" Dabi said. " Well, I've smoked for awhile caused by my traumatic issue filled childhood, and your sexy so I'd like to help you sustain an unhealthy life with an addiction to the bad things." You said, glancing your (E/C) orbs at him every once and awhile. He laughed and nodded his head, grabbing the salt for you. " Do you like your drinks on the rocks like mr. traumatic so called 'sexy' man over here?" Dabi asked. You nodded.
After finishing your drinks and chatting it up, you waved him goodbye. " Princess leaving so soon?" He said. You nodded and tossed your empty Corona in the waste bin. You grabbed a slip of paper from his pocket and a pen from yours and began to write your number. " Wow, a number for me?" You nodded again and walked out of the door.
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Dabi's POV
After she left I wanted to know where she was going. I mean, she did just give me the best first night ever. Fuck, was she hot. Her skin was the prettiest color than made her look gorgeous in the moonlight of my floor-to-ceiling window. She smokes, her vocabulary is fucking awesome, she had trauma AND she's sexy as hell. This might be my favorite girl I've ever met. And I don't think of her as a blowjob anymore. She's hopefully gonna be my princess. In the future. I mean she did call me sexy so that gives us both brownie points.
After watching her, I decided to go down to her and ask her where she was headed.
"Hey princess, sorry for following you but I just had to know where your sexy ass was off to." I said while gripping her waist tightly. " Well, I'm glad to know I have a stalker. At least he has a great taste of the traumatic life, as your burn marks tell. Anyway, do you like, work with the police or hero's?" She asked. I went up, putting my mouth next to her ear." Now why would I want to waste my time on such a boring thing like that? Hero work is for people who want to bask in the fame and be able to dip their toes into money when they wake up in the morning. I want a peaceful life filled with speed, cigarettes, alcohol and pretty little things like you, baby girl. Did you get all that?" I whispered to her. I could see her smile. " Speed? Well, do you by chance like cars. Racing?" She said. I almost lost it.
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She's a mother fucking racer, too.
Word count - 975 words Time posted - November 25, 2020 9:14 PM Status - Proofread and Fixed Grammatical Errors Drink and eat sumth love bugs!
