Chance Ball Chapter 81: Graduation Preparations

“Yeah ok,” you replied to him while your face contorted into a grimace as you speed walked back to your room and closed the door behind you.

Hurriedly you walked to your wardrobe and yanked the door open.

“oi,” you hissed, laughing softly when you saw him crammed into the tight space, “you could have put some of my clothes on while you’re in there. It would have made more room for you.”

“How would cross-dressing help make more room?” he asked in a hushed voice as he pulled himself out, “it would just make me look hotter than you.”

“You’re already hot,” you replied in a whisper.

“Is that another dig at my burns?”

“No, I—,”

“Bend over…”

“No! Dabi, I—,”

“When I tell you to do something… you do it.”

“What are you, my dad?!” you hissed softly,

slapping his hands everytime they got close to you and jumping backwards to escape his gasps.

“Daddy,” he stated in a low voice so as not to be heard by your parents, “and yes, I am your daddy, now bend over baby girl.”

“Stop. My pants are on backwards” you laughed- still trying to keep quiet as you evaded his advances while he herded you to your bed.

“Your pants could be inside out and it would make no difference to me,” Dabi leered, finally grabbing your wrist and tackling you  backwards onto the bed.

“You want to go again?”

“I didn’t get my turn,” he leered.

“Y/N!” your mum called, “could you give me a hand for a second?”

“oh, for fucks sake,” you growled, struggling to get up from under him.

“Your whole damn family a cockblock” Dabi grunted, being thrown off you.

“Maybe you should go for now and I’ll owe you one next time” you said sadly.

He nodded with agreement, “yeah, everyone in this house is out to keep my cock from being serviced. It won’t be long till we have our own place though, then we can get it whenever we want.”

“I’m really looking forward to it, hey'” you said softly, “just us… together…”

“Fucking on the sofa.”

“No. I’m trying to have a moment here…”

“Doubled over the laundry sink while I ploughing your field on a Sunday.”

“No. Snuggling on the lounge watching TV—,”

“With my fingers in your pussy.”

“You’re hopeless. Do you even think with anything but your dick?”

“I thought that’s what we were supposed to use for thinking? Is there anything else we’re supposed to think with?” he asked with a wink to let you know he was joking.

“Get out, balls for brains, and I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said with a shake of your head.

“Y/N?” your mum called again, closely followed by your father’s bellowing voice.

“Come when your mother calls you!” he holllered.

“Shit,” you mumbled angrily, “ok bye.” You quickly kissed Dabi on the lips then turned to go at the same time that he rolled off the bed and opened the window to get out.

“Thank you for dessert” he leered in a soft voice as he left, slipping out into the night.

“Welcome,” you replied as you slipped out of your room and went to see what your mum wanted.

………………………………..

Between daily activities and hooking up with Dabi in different places, the next 6 weeks flew by and before you knew it it was time to move in to your house.

“This is it, this is it!” you squealed with excitement, bounding into Dabi’s arms out the front of your new place.

“Just us against the world, baby cakes,” he said as he took your hand and walked up the front steps of the place then unlocked the doors.

“When do the removalists bring our stuff across?” you asked, skipping inside ahead of him.

“Well?” Dabi said as he looked out the door over his shoulder, “they’ve just arrived with my stuff… so yours shouldn’t be too far away.

You grinned from ear to ear and skipped into the kitchen, the broken tap drawing your attention immediately.

“Ugh, forgot about that… gonna have to do a few things to this house to bring it up to speed…”

“Vans here,” Dabi called to you.

“Yay” you called back, looking around a bit more.

The burly removal guys carried boxes in, along with a few chairs, a table, a really old fridge, and a tiny as fuck washing machine.

“Where did you get the machine and fridge?” you asked Dabi, watching as they were both carried in.

“They were in the back of the garage at home. Mum wasn’t using them so I asked if I could take them,” he replied.

“Do they even work though?” you asked, noticing the strap around the fridge handle to keep the door closed.

“Yeah… pretty sure they do… maybe…”

“So confident” you teased.

“The washing machine does. I used it not long ago to wash a shirt and a pair of pants,” Dabi said.

“Is that all that fit in there? The thing’s so small.”

“Yeah pretty much, but it’d be cheap to run.”

“Good point.”

“Hey miss?” One of the men called to you, “where do you want your boxes?”

“Upstairs please,” you replied, “any room is fine.”

The guy nodded and disappeared out of the door to go and get your things.

“So when do we move in?” you asked Dabi hopefully.

“Grad is next week then I’m free as a bird, baby,” Dabi replied, picking you up and swinging around while hugging you.

“I’ll move in then too,” you said excitedly, “that’ll be after my exams, of which I’m totally going to pass because I’ve done so much study.” You grimaced on the end and Dabi gave you a look.

“You’d better pass, baby, you won’t be able to move in with me if you don’t keep your grades up.”

“I need an incentive,” you said, tapping your chin as you looked around after being put back down, “ok, promise me that we’ll get a new fridge and put fresh coat of paint on the walls if I pass.”

“Do we have that kind of money?” Dabi chuckled, “ok, l’ll see what I can do.”

“Aaaaaaaaa,” you cried happily, “ok, I’m gonna pass with flying colours!”

“You do that,” he said, kissing your temple.

……………………………………..

It was now next week and the night of Dabi’s graduation drew nearer.

“Is there an after party?” you asked him curiously as you walked home together after school.

“Yeah, but I’m not going. The only after party I care about is the one where it’s you and me in the bed… alone.”

“Yeah ok, one track mind, what about with the Nekoma team?”

“What about them? I don’t want them in the bed as well,” Dabi said, confused.

“No, dummy, is there a farewell party or something with the team before you leave for college?”

“Oh! Yeah… I’m going to that one. Wanna come?” he asked.

“Yeah, l’d like to,” you replied with a smile.

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