"Dripping wax, dripping with love"
The next morning when you awoke, Dabi was gone. The empty side of your bed had been neatly dressed with the duvet. You were tucked in loosely, still nude from the previous night. Your body felt sticky and gross. You felt like showering and washing your bed linen for good measure. Thankfully, today you didn't have to work at the Hero Ranking office, but tonight was another shift at the club. Speaking of work, you hadn't even checked the time.
You checked your phone for the time and noticed Dabi had texted you. At first, you began to think he wanted to cut things off. You dismissed the thought, hoping he sent some mischevious message, like stealing your underwear again. When you opened the messenger, it was neither.
<Good Morning, sorry had work to do.>
Work? Come to think of it. Dabit never told you anything about his life. Granted, you never asked. As you prepared for your shower, you pondered ways to bring up the questions without causing a problem. While the water beat down on you, anxiety hung over your shoulders. What if he has someone already and this is an affair? What if he is a criminal? What if he is just toying with you?
You locked those thoughts deep into your heart. You wanted to believe in Dabi, so you had to trust him. Last night, you could tell something was up with Dabi. You had to talk to him, otherwise, he might not talk about it. As you left the shower, you grabbed your towel while thinking of which question to start with tonight. That is if Dabi showed.
Part of you wondered what would guarantee him to show tonight. A saucy idea crossed your mind. You were naked, dripping wet and skin were probably flushed. With shaky fingers, you did your best to take a 'million dollar' nude. Granted, the towel covered up part of your face. Basking in its lewd glory, you sent it to Dabi with a bright 'Good Morning'.
You immediately deleted the picture of your phone and dived into your bed again. A rush of excitement and embarrassment shot through you. Doing something like this was well out of your comfort zone. Something about Dabi made you try new things, albeit of the sexual variety. Even so, a change was happening to you as the result of you meeting Dabi.
Your feelings were still foggy as the day burned into the night. As you were preparing for your shift, your phone buzzed with a reply. Without thinking, you checked to see who it was from. Dabi. Of course. You sat down on your bed and took a deep breath. Surely, you were prepared for this. But were you really?
You opened the messenger, noting that he had replied with a photo himself. You scrolled to the image and felt the heat rise to your cheeks. Not only did he reply with a compliment, in Dabi's terms. He had sent you a dick pick of him. His hand was wrapped tightly around his shaft. His cock standing painfully erect and dripping with pre-cum. You were staring too long, suddenly feeling warmth pool in your core.
<Look what you made me do.>
You swallowed as another idea came to mind. You weren't fully dressed for work yet, lounging around in your underwear at this moment. You hastily tossed your blouse over your shoulder and posed for another nude. You threw in a wink for good measure, feeling more confident about it this time. You sent it quickly, typing out the bait you were setting.
<Come by for a drink and I'll take care of you.>
You cringed a bit, it was so uncharacteristic of you to say something like that. But now you had no doubt Dabi would show tonight. He would definitely come by and not pay for his drinks, which you would add to his tab. He would be at your mercy, allowing you to interrogate him. Then afterward you'd both come back to your apartment and break the bed-
