#divienwhimsy

A/N:This was for my 300 follower event. An Anon requested Dabi and the number 9 (as from my post about it at the time). It’s more of a crack drabble than anything else at this point aha. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long but I hope this was worth it!! I went over so many different ideas and blurbs for it and finally settled on this version. I hope you enjoy!!

Word Count: 542

Warnings: Kinda OOC Dabi? Biting, for sure. That’s it.

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Nine. 

He’s bitten you nine times. 

Every last one left a mark. 

    They litter your skin in different areas- which is your only saving grace. There’s one on your ankle, another on your bicep, your collarbone, your shoulder, the back of your left thigh, one on the crest of your right hip, a small nip on the back of your left hand, an embarrassing one on your backside you’d really rather not talk about and the last one- his newest one- is on your right knee. 

    “Dabi!” you snap and lose control over your normally calm features, “Did you just bite me again?!”

    “...No.”

    “You liar!” you growl and yank your leg away from him. 

    You’d been sitting on the couch with him sitting in front of you on the floor. He brought your legs to hand over his shoulders, his hands rubbing up and down them soothingly. It was a calming, relaxing moment that you were more than happy to melt into until he ruined it. With a sharp nip at your knee, you catch the markings of his teeth still in your flesh. 

    You don’t honestly know what's wrong with him lately. His obsession is beyond your comprehension. It doesn’t matter how many times you tell him not to bite you. He does it anyway. And this week- in the past four days, to be exact- he’d bitten you nine times. 

    “Do I have to put a collar around your neck?” you sigh and wipe at the skin of your knee, soothing the area with careful strokes. 

    His teeth are annoyingly sharp but you don’t bother with commenting on it. You know he can’t help that fact- unless he’s sharpening them like a madman when you’re sleeping. If that’s the case then he’s impossible. Absolutely, one hundred and seven percent terribly impossible.

    He turns from in front of you, kneeling up on his knees and resting his head against your left leg. His facial piercings press into your flesh and he flashes you a pout. 

    “You can’t honestly be mad at me.” he whines playfully, “It’s not my fault you’re so delicious~”

    “Stop. Biting. Me.” you hiss and glare down at him. 

    “Alright.” he nods and runs his hands up your legs slowly. “I’m sorry…” 

    You untuck your legs from beneath you and let him direct them back over his shoulders. There’s a blush rising from your neck to your face as he’s closer to you in such a… strange position. His lips brush against the spot he bit apologetically, his eyelashes fluttering against your skin in a light butterfly kiss. 

    You can’t help but smile at him. He knows how to use his charm and it’s the bane of your existence. Of course you can’t be mad at him. He’s so loving and tender when it’s just the two of you. It’s hard to believe he would ever bite you. You know they say every rose has its thorn and if a little nibble here and there was the thorn you had to deal with, then so be it. 

    You run your hands through his hair, finger combing it back and out of his eyes as he meets your gaze.

    And sinks his teeth into your right thigh.