Chance Ball Chapter 9: Training 🍋

The next day after school it was Dabi’s turn for volleyball practice.

You posted up in the stands to watch his game, curious to see how he’d do since the coach had put him on setting to help broaden his skills.

His first few sets were terribly out of time and his spikers were having a hard time connecting with the ball.

You could see he was getting visibly frustrated and he called a time out to chat to his teammates.

As you leaned forward to watch him talk, your eyes traveling his body from his broad shoulders to his tapered waist and well set legs. Just the sight alone was enough to make you bite your lip in erotic desire.

“Oh to be able to drag my nails down that back.” You groaned internally, suddenly getting a nosebleed.

You slammed your hand over your nose and reached for a tissue in your bag to stem the flow.

Dabi glanced up at you and, upon seeing the tissue over your nose, smirked.

His next lot of sets were much better and he started to settle into the game, showing off with his footwork.

He would occasionally shoot you a side glance to make sure you were watching him, which you were, and noted with satisfaction that you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

As he started to sweat more he would lift his shirt up to wipe his brow with it, giving you a clear view of his ripped abs and torso.

He had a deliciously toned body and your jaw dropped every time he did it.

After practice, you made your way down to the main level to greet Dabi. 

“Hey, I’m gonna stay back a bit to practice setting for Kuroo here.” He commented, nodding towards his teammate.

“Did you need someone to throw the ball for you?” You asked, hoping to be able to see Dabi in action a little longer.

“Yeah actually, do you know someone who is good at handling balls?” He asked mischievously, shooting you a sly smirk.

“I… HEY, hold up… I’m not answering that.” You replied with a playfully annoyed pout.

Dabi cackled and grabbed you into a sweaty hug.

“Yeah, give us a hand, would you?” He asked as he leaned in and kissed you on the neck.

Your eyelids fluttered as his hot lips met your cool skin and your knees went weak.

“Damn it body stop giving in to him so easily.”

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The extra practice went well and Dabi was in a stella mood because of it.

“OK, let’s call it a night.” Kuroo panted. “I’m done, dude.”

“Ugh, you’re a lightweight, Kuroo.” Dabi jested.

“I don’t care what you call me, I’m done.” He said, indicating for to you to finish up.

You put the ball down and started collecting all the other ones that were strewn across the opposite end of the court. As you worked you could hear Kuroo and Dabi talking then you heard Kuroo calling out a goodbye to you.

You turned and waved.

Dabi walked over to you and helped pick up some balls. 

“Has Kuroo gone home?” You asked, realizing you were now alone with Dabi.

The sun had set and you were the only two left at school.

“Yeah, I told him to go, we’ll be fine cleaning and locking up by ourselves.” He commented nonchalantly, not even stopping to look at you.

You froze as you remembered what he had said yesterday.

“I’m gonna take you in the equipment shed…”

You hurriedly covered your face.

“Oi? You thinkin’ dirty thoughts again?” Dabi asked you suddenly, seeing you had covered your face.

“Haaaah?? W-W-What????” You stammered, trying to cover up for your very obvious reaction.

“I know you were thinking about me before,” Dabi said with a smirk, sauntering over to you and walking you backwards up against the wall. “Did you want to know how I would feel inside you?” He asked lowly, bending his head down and seductively tracings his tongue along the rim of your ear.

You closed your eyes and sighed as he groaned softly and pressed himself into you.

“Y/N, you’re irresistible.” He whispered breathlessly into your ear.

Fearing he was going to suddenly stop his ministries you pushed him away sharply.

“You ok?” He asked, surprised by your sudden rejection.

“You… you’re only going to tease me again.” You said, an angry flustered look crossing your face. “I can’t take your teasing any more.” You added, almost under your breath as you pushed past him to take the balls back to the equipment room.

The cart rattled as you grabbed the handle and sped walked towards the equipment room, yanking the door open and dragging the cart in behind you.

You were about to let go of the cart and leave  when a shadow fell across you from the double doors.

Dabi stepped inside, closing the doors behind him.

“Y/N, I’m done teasing you… I don’t want to play anymore.” He said lowly, his sharp gaze rendering you speechless.

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Your core ignited.

A strong throb sparking between your legs.

“D-Dabi I, uh….” You stammered, blinking and looked wildly in every other direction except for at him.

He walked purposefully towards you and grabbed you by the hips, lifting you up and placing you on top of some gym mats beside him.

Your eager lips connected with his and he kissed you passionately, leaning over you to lie you back on the mats.

Presently he stopped his kissing of you, long enough to pull himself up on top of the mats, hovered over you as you lay almost breathlessly underneath him.

You stared up into his iridescent turquoise eyes and ran your fingers up under his shirt, slipping them around to his back and dragging them needily down from his shoulders to his hips, drawing your own hips up to meet his.

He smirked.

“Bold move, Y/N.” He growled and pressed back into you, leaning back down to kissed you on the lips before moving his kisses to your neck and tracing down to your collarbone.

You sighed heavily, giving in to his touch.

“That’s a good girl.” He coo’d as he felt you relax. “Let me take care of you.”

He unbuttoned your uniform and opened your shirt, kissing you gently just below your bra line as you moaned softly.

Suddenly he grabbed you around your waist and lay down as he rolled so that you were on top.

“Thaaat’s better.” He sung lowly in a smooth tone. “Now I can watch you while you ride me.”

You bit into your bottom lip and allowed him to hold your hips and rock you gently back and forth against the very hard bulge in his pants. 

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