Chanceball Chapter 80: Quickdraw Orgasm

“But let’s not start now,” you said suddenly, shoving him off you, “I’ll see you in my room in 10 minutes.”

“Hot,” he replied with a smirk, breathing heavily through his nose, “see you then.”

You both lunged at each other again, kissing passionately and messily for a few seconds before being forced apart again by your hands pushing him off you.

“Go,” you panted.

He nodded and walked off down the stairs, out the gate, then ducked around to the side of the house and shadowed it; following the fence line down to your room.

You smirked and closed the door behind you then walked back into the lounge room like nothing had happened.

“How was work?” you asked your dad idly, making light chat before intending to excuse yourself.

“The usual,” he replied, still stuffing his face with pizza.

“Ok, well…” you said in that voice that you use when you’re about to wrap up a conversation or meeting, “I gotta go do some stuff, so…” You gestured wildly then backed back towards the lounge room door.

“Oh,” your dad said, holding his hand up to get your attention while swallowing the last of his mouthful, “I need you to set something up for me on the TV. There’s a show I want to record.”

“When? I’ve already showed you how to record stuff though,” you replied, keeping your agitation in check.

“Another hour from now,” he replied, glancing at the clock, “you have time for homework. It won’t take long.”

“It’s not the homework I’m worried about,” you groaned internally, “uh… yeah ok, umm… sure,” you said quickly, before stepping out the door, “just yell for me!”

You sprinted off down the hall, skidding to a stop at your door then flinging it open and scooting inside before closing it softly behind you- because parents and slamming doors were never a good mix.

“I hope Dabi is ready because we need to get a move on,” you thought urgently, running to the window and throwing it open.

“Boo!” he punctuated in a whisper, popping up from under your windowsill.

“Fuck!” you replied in an equal whisper, slightly startled by his sudden appearance, “get in, we need to fuck quickly!”

“Why?” he asked in a soft voice, clawing his way through the window and into your room.

“Because dad needs me to set up some thing on the TV for him. Fucking parents, I swear to god.”

“Get on the bed then,” he urged with a devious grin.

“Don’t need to tell me twice!” You whispered eagerly.

“Wait. Your door.” He pointed to it. “Parents are gonna get a good view if they walk in midway through?’

“It doesn’t lock, remember? Just put the chair there and we’ll keep an ear out for them?’

“Living dangerously,” he mused, his turquoise eyes raking down your body as he walked to your door and dragged a chair over to it, “I could care less though, let them watch us fuck.”

“Just hurry up and get your mouth on my pussy,” you demanded yanking your pants down and off.

“Watch your mouth, my little slut, or I’ll plug it with my cock instead,” he leered, hurriedly walking back over and pouncing on you.

“Quick!” you urged, wrestling him around until you had your legs locked around the back of his head, “suck on it, bitch!”

He leaned his head down and swiped his tongue back and forth over your clit before sucking one of your pussy lips between his teeth and biting down on it.

“Ah!” You hissed, your pussy throbbing for more.

“Mmmm, this dessert is so wet,” Dabi growled against your core.

“Then lick it up, daddy, I don’t want it dripping on the sheets.”

Dabi responded to your comment by forcefully pushing your legs off from around his head and spreading them then pushing two fingers up inside you while licking your clit.

“Ohhhh-,” you moaned softly, grabbing for his hair and tilting your pussy up to his face more.

Slowly he pushed his fingers in then pulled them out, repeating this motion over and over as your hips rocked into him.

“God-,” you groaned.

“Yes?” he leered, smirking as he pulled back from your clit to reply.

“You’re an idiot,” you chuckled, half moaning still as he resumed his licking and sucking.

Wrapping your legs back around his head again you rolled your hips into him, the orgasm building quickly.

“Fuck my pussy with those fingers,” you whined, brows knitting with pleasure as he picked up the pace.

Dabi’s face was getting more and more soaked by your slick as you slid your pussy back and forth against his mouth.

“Keep going,” you urged, “I’m almost there!”

“Y/N!” your dad shouted from the lounge room, “I got the time wrong! Can you come and set it up now?!”

“Fuck,” you gasped, still desperately grinding on Dabi’s face, “YEAH BE THERE IN A SEC!” you hollered out, “come on Dabi,” you whined.

“Fucking, cum already,” he hissed urgently, curling his fingers inside you.

“Y/N!” your dad called again.

“F-Fuck!” you whimpered, panting rapidly as you reached the tipping point, “fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming!”

Your legs spasmed and contracted around his head as you came, coating Dabi’s fingers with your slick.

“Y/N!” your dad called again, angrier now that you hadn’t come out yet.

“Fuck, man, let me cum first,” you snapped quietly, “I’M COMING!” you screamed out, paling a little though when you heard his footsteps approaching your door.

“Fuck!” Dabi hissed, yanking his fingers from your core and scrambling to get off the bed and into your closet.

You jumped up as well and dove for your clothes, trying to pull them on before your dad entered.

“Dad!” you yelled, “I’m changing! Don’t come in!”

“When I call, I expect you to answer!” he said loudly in his unimpressed dad voice as he got to your door.

“I know, sorry, I was just in the middle of something, gimme a second,” you yelled back, quickly yanking your pants back on and glanced at your closet before running to the bedroom door and lifting the chair away before opening it.

“Sorry,” you said sheepishly, hanging your head to avoid eye contact.

“Come and set this recording thing,” your dad grunted, turning and walking off down the hallway with you in tow.

Your poor heart was beating a million miles an hour as you followed him down there, feeling very slippery between the thighs.

“Where’s the remote?” you asked as you walked in, picking it up and setting the set top box to record the show your dad wanted, “there,” you said as you finished, “all done, you good now?”

He nodded and sat back down on the lounge, “yes. Fine. Thank you.”

You handed him the remote and left, letting out a relieved sigh as you entered the hall and walked back to the room.

“Your pants are on backwards, by the way,” your dad hollered to you as you left.

“SHIT!” you screamed internally. 

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