You found a small bottle of antiseptic at the back of the drawer and pulled it out to look at it. It had crusty bits of dried content all over the ring top but it was still half full so you shook it and popped the lid off then tipped a generous amount on your bleeding nipple.
“That should fix it.” You winced and closed the bottle then rapidly fanned your nipple to get the antiseptic to dry.
“What time do you finish?” Dabi asked loudly.
“9!” you shouted back, putting the bottle away and heading back out and up the stairs to the bedroom.
“How much you gettin’ paid?” he then asked.
“Do you want my underwear size as well? Why all the questions?” you asked with a small chuckle.
“Just wanna know. Why? Am I not allowed to ask?” he replied a little offensively.
“Calm your tits,” you replied nonchalantly, “I’m messing with you. I dunno how much I’m being paid. I’ll have to ask.”
“You’re the one who needs to calm your tits,” he replied, “look at you. Wild nips. Got blood going everywhere.”
“Shit,” you grunted, looking down to see a drop of blood fall onto your torso.
You quickly grabbed a tissue and stemmed the flow then put on a soft bra and tucked the tissue in under the nipple bar to soak up any extra blood.
“There,” you said, getting your other clothes on, “that should do it.”
“I’m gonna go dry my dick,” Dabi announced.
“Have fun with that,” you replied, crawling into bed and laying down.
The next morning… well, afternoon, you woke feeling a little sweaty and clammy and rolled over to look at Dabi.
“Mmm,” you hummed to get his attention.
“Mmm?” he hummed back, rolling over in bed and popping one eye open to look at you.
“I feel like shit,” you moaned in a croaky voice.
“Why?” he asked.
“I don’t know… I just have a headache and my nipple is throbbing.” You reached a hand to your bra and gently cupped your sore nipple, pulling the top of the bra down to take a look at it.
It was red and swollen and you moaned pitifully at it.
“Poor nipple. Why do you look so sad?” you asked it.
“Here, I’ll kiss it better,” Dabi rasped, leaning over to you.
“GET your fucking face away from it right now. Don’t even look at it. Don’t even BREATHE in my boob’s direction. I swear to god, I will kick your ass out of the house right now…”
“Woah. Ok. Chill, mummy,” he mumbled, rolling away, “want more antiseptic?”
“Yeah,” you mumbled in reply, still looking down at your poor nipple with your head crunched awkwardly into the pillow.
Dabi pulled himself up out of bed and strolled off in his boxer shorts to get the antiseptic, and also some painkillers, then came back to check on you.
He helped you put more ointment on it and then got you a glass of water for the pain meds and gave them to you.
“I start work in 2 hours,” you moaned as you sat up, “fuck. My head is aching.”
“Is your nipple infected?” Dabi asked you, gesturing to where you still had your boob tenderly cupped in hand.
“I dunno?” you replied, “but I have to go to work so the antiseptic will just have to do it’s damn job.”
“You’re sweating like a pig,” Dabi replied, “you shouldn’t push yourself.”
“Yeah, but this is my first shift,” you replied pointedly, “I can’t not show up.”
“I can go instead of you?”
“No.” You got up and walked to the shower. “I’ll be fine. I’ll wash this lot off, put more antiseptic on, then head to work. I’ll call you if I’m about to die and you can come get me.”
“If you die, I’m killing everyone within 100km radius of here then I’m killing myself,” Dabi said as you pulled your clothes off and entered the bathroom.
“Might have to get that gun ready then because I really do feel like I’m going to die but I’m not gonna admit my true feelings to you,” you thought as you turned the shower on and got in under the stream.
After about 15 minutes the pain killers had kicked in and although your boob was a little sore you didn’t feel too bad.
Around 2pm you got your new uniform out and put it on, checking it over in the mirror.
“Oooo, what’s this sexy little outfit?” Dabi leered, walking over to check out your very plain full length pants and unappetizing plain vomit yellow shirt.
“You are so desperate. How can you find this sexy,” you deadpanned at him in the mirror.
“I can still see ass. I like,” he replied, stepping back and smacking you sharply on the rear.
“Owww,” you moaned, “stop hitting and biting me. I’m going to look like an abuse survivor. My pussy hurts, my nipple hurts, I have a bruise and a bite mark on my side and now my ass hurts.”
He chuckled sympathetically and hugged you from behind, being careful not to touch your boobs.
“Sorry, baby, I’ll drive you to work to make up for it.”
“Ok. Done,” you replied, walking off out the bedroom door, “now hurry up because I don’t want to be late.”
It was only a 2 minute drive to the corner store and you gave Dabi a quick kiss goodbye then got out to go to work.
“See you 9pm, sexy,” he called loudly out the car window.
“Bye as fuck,” you called back, quickly ducking into the store, “fuck me dead, it’s like having another parent that drops you at school and calls out how much they love you.”
Plastering a big smile on your face, you forgot about Dabi and greeted your new boss.
“I’m early,” you announced.
“Good,” he replied with a smile, “you’re on the cash register today.”
“Ok,” you said, walking around to join him behind the counter.
He briefly went over everything with you again then handed over to you and you took it from there. Thankfully, there weren’t a lot of people that came through so you had plenty of time to look over how to work the machine and scan items, and in no time you were a self proclaimed expert and still feeling pretty good but by about 6pm you were starting to feel a little hot, weak, and clammy again.
“Fuck… I think the pain meds are wearing off…”
The longer you stood there, the more your nipple started the throb and you snuck a peak down inside your bra to see how it was going.
It did not look good at all and was weeping some yellowish fluid from the tip.