You glanced at Dabi, who was still half looking at you, half looking at the road and pulled a face.
“I guess he has a point,” you thought, resigning to the fact, “ok. When would you like me to start?”
“If you could come in tomorrow, I’ll show you what is required of you then you can start on Saturday.”
“Sure,” you replied, looking at Dabi who was still glancing at you periodically, “I have college till 5pm then I’ll come there straight away. Would 5:30pm be ok?”
“Yes, that’s fine,” he replied, “thank you very much, Y/N, I will see you tomorrow.”
“Yes. Thank you very much for the opportunity,” you said, again, looking at Dabi who just gave you a confused look.
You hung up then stared at him for the longest time as he silently alternated between looking at you and then the road.
“So?” he asked.
“I just got your job.”
“I just got your job.” You grinned at him then burst out laughing.
“I don’t get it?” he replied, still hella confused.
“You know how I took your resume in to the corner store yesterday? Yeah, well the owner just rang me and I got your job,” you laughed.
“Why did he ring you?” Dabi asked.
“Because I accidentally put my contact details on the resume instead of yours,” you chuckled.
“So when do you start my job?” Dabi asked, a little amused but a little annoyed that you had gotten the position he had applied for.
Tomorrow,” you replied, seeing that he was slightly annoyed, “the owner said that he didn’t really trust you since you didn’t make the effort to take your own resume in. So… there’s nothing I can say to that.”
“Fuckhead,” Dabi pouted childishly, “I didn’t want the job anyway.”
“Awww, sorry baby,” you coo’d, feeling bad for usurping his job, “I can help you look for another job?”
“And have you get that one as well?” he scoffed, “I don’t fucking think so.”
You chuckled sympathetically. “Ok. I’ll take my flier down tomorrow since I have a job already and then I’ll be the main bread winner for the family.”
You reached out to ruffle his hair but he yanked it away and scowled at you.
“Fuck you. I’ll make more than you. Just wait,” he said grumpily as he pulled into the driveway.
You smiled at him then gave him a soft look. “I know baby, I know.”
The next day at college you took down the flier and after college made your way to the store. You had told Dabi you’d just run there so he drove home while you went in to work.
“Hi,” you greeted the owner, 10 minutes early for your practice shift, “sorry I’m early.”
“Never apologize for being early. Only apologize for being late,” he stated, “welcome to the store.”
“Thanks,” you said with a grin as you stood on the customer side of the counter.
“Come out the back and I’ll show you everything,” he said, jerking his head in the direction of the office.
You nodded and followed him.
For the next 10 minutes he showed you how to work everything and outlined the usual routines.
“I have another girl who works here on Monday, Wednesday, and Sunday nights. I work the days and do the Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights but I am happy to give those night ones to you.”
“I’ll take whatever,” you said casually, “how many hours did you need me for each night?”
“What time can you be here from college?” he asked.
“I’ll say 5:30pm to be safe,” you said, “except Saturday. I can do anytime on Saturday because I’m not at college then.”
“I close 9pm on most nights except Thursday… which I close at midnight.”
“Ok. That sounds fine,” you replied with a smile, “all of those days work well for me.”
“Wonderful. Well, if there are no other questions I’ll let you go and see you tomorrow,” he said, “please come in at 3pm.”
“Yep! 3pm is fine with me,” you replied, “and I don’t have any other questions.”
“Great. Thank you, Y/N, see you tomorrow.”
You nodded and shook his hand then left for the night, heading straight home in the dark.
“Honey, I’m home~,” you sung, draping yourself against the front doorframe as soon as you threw it open, “the money maker has arrived.”
“Did you rob the till?” Dabi asked cheekily from the lounge room.
“Rude,” you replied, pushing off the frame and closing the door before heading into the lounge room.
You flopped down into Dabi’s open arms and kissed his nose.
“I start tomorrow,” you said with a smile, “3pm.”
“I’ll walk you there and back,” Dabi said, grabbing your hips and shifting you around in his lap so that he could pull you down onto his bulge and grind up into you.
“I don’t know if I want you to walk me there if you’re going to be horny like this. You’ll try and jump me in front of my new boss,” you said, trying to pull away as his teeth sank into your neck.
“Need to show the man that you’re mine,” he growled into your skin.
“He’s my boss! He’s not trying to get me,” you said, pulling your head back and leaning away to escape his grasp- but to no avail.
As you leaned back, Dabi leaned into you until you had toppled backwards off the lounge and onto the floor.
Now pinned under him he pushed into you, dry humping against your body.
“Dabi! Stop,” you grunted with a half chuckle, trying to wrestle him off, “down, you horny pitbull.”
“Must… fuck,” he groaned seductively as he kept rolling his hips against yours.
As much as you tried to fight him off there was a stronger part of you that really wanted to take this further, feeling his cock rubbing between your thighs behind jean fabric was doing something to you.
“Would it be ok to do it?” you whispered into his ear, finally giving in and pushing up into him.
“It’s been like… 5 weeks now… it should be ok right? Everything has healed,” he said, biting into your neck, “come on, let’s fuck. I wanna fuck so bad.”
You ummed and ahh’d silently to yourself for a second but the minute his tongue met yours and you started to kiss eagerly, you caved.
“Yeah, fuck it, let’s do this. We’ll just make sure we use a condom and clean the piercings well afterwards,” you panted between kisses.