Bottle Me Up (Dabi x OC) {[tw]}

Chapter 3: Impulsive

⚠️warning⚠️: use of cannabis

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I woke up with a start, not remembering coming into my room last night.

Oh, I helped a villain last night...

I sighed as I kicked off my comforter, pushing my crazy bed head out of my eyes. I moved to get up, planning to go and feed Suki, but instead, I landed on my ass with a gasp. My legs and pussy were numb, so it was hard to stand up.

I forgot he fucked me...so good.

"Mrew?"

Shit, I have to feed Suki. I groaned as I stood up on shaking legs, using my nightstand to help. Suki padded out of the room, black tail raised, disregarding that I couldn't walk to feed her on time.

I had to take small steps as to not fall again. My core was so numb, but I was throbbing as if I wanted more.

I kind of do...

I groaned dramatically, as I walked down the hall. Must have been a little too slow, because Suki rounded the corner of the kitchen, jade eyes slanted.

"Bitch, I'm coming," I chuckled, finally reaching my destination.

I grabbed the container of Suki's kibble as she hopped up on the couter, pouring some into her bowl and pushing the button on her automatic water bowl. She began munching away before I was completely done. You'd think I wasn't feeding her if it wasn't for how fat she was getting.

Limping to the fridge, I pulled out the milk so I could make a bowl of cereal. When I straightened, my eye snagged on my kitchen window above my sink.

It was covered with blue tarp, duct tape keeping it in place.

Huh? I thought as I spotted the note taped to it with regular clear tape.

Ignoring my numb jelly-legs, I speedwalked to my sink, snatching the paper.

It was just a number with the scribble of a name.

Dabi.

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So... his name is Dabi.

I knew his name, I'd just forgotten it; I don't pay much attention to the news.

After looking for a new job all day, to no avail, I came home and kept looking at the number on my coffee table.

I don't usually go back for seconds, opting to block the guy/girl because they either sucked at sex or just didn't last long enough for my liking. But then again, no one has made me feel like that before.

I hated how much one powerful orgasm could make me think of a guy all day. I felt attached and I hadn't even known his name before the note.

This is... creepy.

I know I should throw the paper away, better yet rip it up, but I found myself opening my contacts on my phone and saving his number.

I didn't call, I just saved it.

Oh, God, what have I done?

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Anxiety.

A sneaking, ugly beast that takes your presence of saftey and makes you paranoid even when you can see that nothing is going to happen. Your mind becomes clouded with what-ifs and made up possibilities that shouldn't make any sense, but makes sense to you.