Chance Ball Chapter 105: Dabi Job Hunting

“We’re stopping by the corner store on the way home, right?” you asked Dabi as you loaded the shopping into the back of the car.

“Yeah. I’ll just talk to the owner and see if he wants me,” Dabi said, grabbing the hot roasted chicken out of the bag as you placed it down in the boot.

“What are you doing? Leave the chicken in there.”

“Nah, it’s hot, I wanna get it now,” he said, carrying it to the drivers side of the car as you closed the boot and walked up to the passenger side and pulled the door open.

“You can’t drive and eat it. Pass it over here and I’ll feed it to you.”

Dabi got into the car and sat down, passing the chicken to you before turning the car on and sliding his seatbelt on.

“I’m not going anywhere until I have something hot and juicy in my mouth,” he leered across at you as you fumbled with the seatbelt.

“Are you meaning the chicken or??” you leered back, finally clipping your belt on and opening the roasted chicken bag.

“I was meaning you, but I’ll take the chicken as a second option,” he replied, settling one hand on the gear shifter and the other on the steering wheel.

You smirked and dug your fingers into the chicken’s cooked flesh.

“Ah! Fuck… that’s hot,” you hissed, pulling your hand back and shaking it before sucking the seasoning off your fingertips.

“Mmmm,” Dabi groaned, watching you suck your digits.

“Stop it. I’m just trying to get you some food, damn it.” You wiped your hand on your shirt then tried again and ripped off some of the flesh, reaching across the console to put it in his open mouth. 

“Mmmm, finger lickin’ good,” he huffed, chewing open mouthed on the hot chook.

“I want some now,” you said, digging your hand back into the bag and ripping off some for yourself amid finger shaking and that open mouth chewing/breathing action to cool down the food as you alternated flipping and chewing it around in your mouth. 

After a few mouthfuls each, Dabi turned the car on and put it in drive then off you went, heading back towards home while eating the roasted chicken in the car.

As you got closer to the corner store, Dabi slowed and pulled into one of the parking spaces outside the shop.

“Stay here,” he said, quickly chewing down another mouthful of food, “I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Can you get me a [chocolate or lolly of choice]?” you asked.

“We are broke,” Dabi deadpanned, one hand on the car door knob as he looked back at you before exiting.

“But I want yummy food,” you pouted, cheeks filled with chicken.

“How can I say no to that face?” Dabi leered as he leaned back into his open car door and grabbed your chin in his hand then dragged your face across the console to his side so he could kiss your chicken seasoned lips.

“Go get those doller bills, baby,” you called as he pulled back and closed the car door.

He walked around the front of the car and placed his hands in an ‘X’ across his lower half then rapidly hip thrust up into them a few times before casually placing his hands in his pockets and strolling to the front entrance of the shop.

You snorted with amusement and shook your head.

“Idiot,” you chuckled internally, shoving more chicken in your mouth.

A few minutes later, Dabi appeared again with your dessert snack of choice and hopped back into the car.

“Gimme,” you said in a baby voice, holding your hand out and scrunching it in a ‘want-want’ motion to get him to hand your snack to you.

“Nah. You’re gonna eat this while I bent you over and fuck that pussy,” he said, turquoise eyes giving you a seductive look.

“No, you won’t, because you can’t fuck for a few more weeks,” you replied, quickly snatching your item from his hand and pulling it away.

“Fuck.” He punctuated, smacking his hand against the steering wheel, “forgot about that.”

“Oh well,” you sighed dramatically, opening your food item and putting it in your mouth.

“Fuck you,” he growled, his anger more directed at the fact that he couldn’t rail you just yet, than actually directed at you. 

You knew he was frustrated at the whole situation, that much was obviously, so you did the mature thing… and decided to tease him a little bit.

“Awww, daddy can’t have his playtime? Such a shame,” you baby talked. 

“You know it’s not a good idea to tease me. Just you wait till I am allowed to fuck you into the mattress then we’ll see who’s being a smart ass.”

He turned the car on and reversed out of the parking spot, heading the last way home while you grinned mischievously at him.

“So did the owner dude say he needed you?” you asked him through a mouthful of food as he drove.

“He said to bring my resume in,” Dabi mumbled.

“Ha! I told you!”

“Shut up.”

“Do you even have a resume?” you asked him genuinely. 

“No? The fuck… why? what would I need a resume for?” Dabi snorted, pulling into the driveway.

“Ahh???” you hummed, giving him a very concerned furrowed brow look, “like… for times, like… now? When the owner literally asked for your resume.”

“Why does he need it. He can see I’m a functioning human?” Dabi replied with indignation, “how would ‘I excel at bedroom activities’ help me get a job at a corner store.”

He got out of the car and walked to the back to get the food from the boot and you followed. 

“Please tell me that’s not what you were going to put on your resume…”

“I don’t have anything on anything,” he replied, lifting the two bags out and walking to the front door, leaving you to close the boot and follow with the half eaten bag of chicken.

“Ok, well, I’ll do one up for you because I can make it look fucking amazing,” you said, “and then I’ll drop it in there tonight.”

“You’re a keeper,” he replied, turning back to kiss you on the forehead before walking into the kitchen to pack the food away.

……………………….

“Resume’s done!” you called out about 1 hour later.

“Seriously?” he asked, walking into the study where you had the laptop set up.

“Yeah. It was easy. Now I just gotta print it off and hand it in,” you replied, “the college has a printer, hey? I’ll go and print it off now then give it to your potential new boss.”

“Want me to come with?” he asked.

“Doesn’t matter,” you shrugged, “I’ll be quick anyway so if you’re bored then come but if not then I’ll be back in like… 45 minutes?”

“Ok, I’ll stay here and chill,” he said, “but if you need me, call.”

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