Chanceball Chapter 79: Pizza and…Dessert?

“I’ll take it as many times as I please,” Dabi leered, burying his head in between your legs and rubbing his face against your core.

You squealed and bopped him on the head playfully, trying to get him to let you go so you could continue to to make your pizza order but, unfortunately, he had others things in mind.

“You can have me for dessert. Just let me get these pizzas first!” you begged.

“I’m intoxicated now,” he mumbled against you, “I only want pussy.”

“No!” You laughed, donking him again, “get off, I want to eat something hot and meaty.”

He looked up at you with those smoldering turquoise eyes and let out a low chuckle with his mouth still pressed against you.

“I’ve got something hot and me—,”

“Shut up!” you laughed, twisting your body and wrestling your legs out of his grasp.

You finally got out from under him and wriggled down onto the floor, grabbing your phone as you moved away.

“Abandoned,” Dabi wailed pitifully, faceplanting into the couch, “I’ve been left to fend for myself. No help. No nothing. No one loves me anymore…”

“Get over yourself, drama llama, I’m right here,” you snorted, opening the pizza app and ordering.

“Oh,” he said excitedly, lifting his head and looking at you, “you’re still here.”

“If you had a tail it would be wagging so hard right now, I can just see it,” you said with a laugh.

“I have something else that’s hard and wagging right now,” Dabi leered.

“That’s a strange image, Dabi,” you replied with a slightly concerned look on your face.

“Wanna see it?”

“No.”

“Damn.”

“Let me get food first and I’ll sort you out later,” you said with a sly smile.

“Pinky promise?” Dabi asked playfully.

“What is this? Kindergarten?” you retorted. 

“PINKY PROMISE?”

“GOD! Ok… fine…” You shuffled across and stretched your curled pinky finger out to him so that he could wrap his own around it.

“Good,” he said as he hooked his pinky around yours, “I just came in my pants.”

“You’re so weird,” you giggled, pulling your hand back.

Finally you got your order made and rang your mum to pick it up on the way home- which she was more than happy to do considering that she didn’t need to cook.

“Pizza!” she called when she entered the house 30 minutes later.

“Yaaayy!” you cheered, scrambling off Dabi’s lap and wiping your face with the back of your hand (the two if you had been in the middle of a heavy make out session as she arrived) and skipped round the corner then grabbed the boxes from her hand, “mum! I have news!” you suddenly squealed, “no! Not that… I’m not pregnant… Dabi got the loan!!!”

“Oh honey!” your mum gasped excitedly, “that’s fantastic! Dabi! Congratulations!” she added as she rushed past you and ran into the lounge room to give him a hug.

You stepped into the room, just in time to see your man pull himself up off the lounge, and had to stifle a giggle when you saw him adjust himself quickly in his pants to give your mum an awkward A-framed hug.

“That would have been super weird if he had poked her with his rod,” you thought as you walked over and sat the pizza’s down on the coffee table.

“Your father should be home soon,” your mum said, “I’m just going to get changed quickly but you two start eating.”

“Thanks mum,” you said with a smile, “I’m dying, so I might start.”

She nodded and left the room and Dabi took the opportunity to make another obscene comment to you.

“Wanna stuff your face with my dick?”

“Wanna bone my mum?” you shot back cheekily, “I saw you trying to hide it.”

“That would have sealed my doom, had I jabbed her with it. I would have felt violated,” he replied with a shudder, opening the pizza box and grabbing a slice out.

“Plates, buddy,” you chided, “get a plate.”

“Why?” he asked with a mouthful, “I’m about to annihilate this pizza.”

“Yeah, you know what… well said. I’m gonna join you,” you agreed, grabbing for a slice of your own pizza.

“We have plates,” your mum commented as she re-entered the room and saw you and Dabi standing next to the coffee table chowing down on pizza, “and seats too…” She glanced at the lounge.

“Mhm,” you mumbled, “we just got busy with the pizza.”

She turned and left, returning with plates, cutlery, and napkins.

“Cutlery? Who eats pizza with a knife and fork?” you thought with an internal chuckle as she made her way over and glossed over the food options.

“Ooo, garlic bread,” she said excitedly, taking some and a slice of your pizza then sitting down.

“I’m home!” your dad called out as he swung the front door open.

“Pizza!” you called out through a mouthful, grabbing a plate and another slice of pizza for yourself before sitting down in the single seat armchair.

“Pizza is my middle name!” your dad replied goofily as he strolled in, “oh. Hello Dabi.”

“Boss,” Dabi replied with a greeting nod and sly grin.

“Have something to eat, honey,” your mum encouraged him.

“Don’t mind if I do,” your dad said, placing his

briefcase down and grabbing a plate.

“We got the loan!” you said to your dad after swallowing a huge mouthful of pizza, “we move in as soon as the settlement ends!”

“Well, that’s fantastic!” your dad replied with a big smile on his face, “we’ll help you move in.”

“Thanks dad.” You grinned.

The rest of the night went well and Dabi remained as well behaved as possible; well, apart from giving you a good groping at the kitchen sink when you were putting plates in there.

“Well… I think I might call it a night,” Dabi said as the clock struck 10, “I need to get my beauty sleep.”

You snorted.

“Excuse me?” he snapped sarcastically at you.

“Oh. Sorry. I thought I heard you say ‘beauty sleep’ and just thought you were joking so…”

“This is such a loving relationship,” your dad mused with a befuddled look on his face, “anyway, thank you Dabi for coming over, and

congratulations again.”

“Thanks,” Dabi said with a smile, standing up and walking to the front door.

“Are you really going?” you whispered to him as you got up and walked him to the front door.

“Nah, I’ll be knocking on your bedroom window in 10 minutes. You’d better be there,” he uttered lowly. 

You gave him a devilish smirk and chuckled softly. “I’ll be there. I owe you dessert.”

“You’re damn right you do, and I want to enjoy it in the comfort of your bed,” he replied as he grabbed your body and pulled it against his, grinding his bulging erection against your pelvic bone.

“Mmmmhmmm,” you purred, tilting your head up as he traced his lips along your neck and down to your collarbone.

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