"I'm burning for you"
You were distracted, that much was obvious. Your coworkers repeatedly complimented you on your 'glow', stating that you looked refreshed. A small rumor was going around about "good sex", but you ignored it. Even though it was true.
Your mind would occasionally wander to the note in your bag. You had already saved the number in your phone, but there was something special about the note. The message held a strong connection to you despite it being a ransom for your underwear. As of now, it served as your connection to Dabi. You hadn't called or texted yet, at first you thought it was a fake number.
It wasn't until he was absent from the club for a few nights did you push yourself to take action. One afternoon, you were leaving work and you decided to text the number. While you rode the train, you punched in a simple greeting and waited for a reply. Before you reached your stop, your phone buzzed with a reply.
<What took so long?>
You could hear the snark in his voice. You stepped off the train and leaned against the wall as you typed out your reply.
<I was busy, you could've asked for my number>
<Did you forget I have something of yours?> Dabi replied.
Right, the underwear. You had to work the rest of the night without panties. It wasn't so bad until cool air would blow, reminding you of the wetness between your legs. Part of you almost wanted to say fuck it and have him keep them. However, you suspected this was apart of the odd game you were playing with him. At no point have either of you talked about your weird relationship. You weren't together for more than an hour before it became a sexual encounter.
<So, how am I supposed to get them back?>
<Call in tonight, meet me at the park>
You followed Dabi's instructions and arrived at the park. You had contacted your friend and told her tonight was no good, she didn't mind. The sun was setting and it cast an orange glow on the park. You waited on a bench, most of the people were already leaving. Just before you were about to text Dabi to hurry up, a finger tapped on your shoulder. You tilted your head back and met familiar blue eyes.
"You look different out of work" he mused with a playful smirk. "You don't" you commented dryly. It was true, he appeared to wear the same kind of clothes each time you met. "You haven't complained yet" he sat down on the bench next to you. His arm draped around the back, disappearing behind the metal. "So, are you going to return my panties?" you blurted out. Dabi cocked a brow and tilted his head. "Straight to the point, it almost feels like you're trying to get rid of me" he teased.
"No, I just want my panties back" you played along. Dabi chuckled and brought his arm around your shoulders. He pulled you closer until your thigh was flush against his. Your shoulder brushed his and your hips bumped his. "Well, each time we meet, I spoil you too much" Dabi lectured with a sigh. You stared at him to continue, he was hinting at something. "So I had an idea, what if this time you showed me some attention?" he continued as he turned to you. While he was talking, his hand had hung over your shoulder and lowered to your breast. You felt him palm your breast through your blouse.
You sucked in air as his fingers pressed your nipple. Only two nights and he already knew where they were through your clothes. "That doesn't sound half bad right?" he leaned his head closer and kissed behind your ear. "D-dabi...there are people..." you shuddered as you raised your hands to his chest. You pushed him back enough to see his apathetic look. "I don't mind an audience" he grinned, grouping your breast roughly. You bit back a gasp and gave him a hard shove. "I. Do." you growled.
