Chanceball Chapter 88: The Morning After

Kuroo roared laughing, doubling over and clutching his middle as his hideous cackle echoed through the room, making you step back with fright as a single tear slipped down his cheek.

“You got it,” he replied, straightening, wiping his eye, and stepping towards you and Dabi.

Your man stepped around you and engulfed the taller male in warm hug, sharing a soft moment as they realized that they would soon be parting as teammates.

“Make sure you come back and harass us at games,” Kuroo said to Dabi as he pulled back.

“Yeah, of course. I need to make sure you don’t get used to being free of me,” Dabi replied, “I keep all my bitches on a short leash.”

“Even Y/N?” one teammate asked snidely from a short distance away.

“She ain’t my bitch, she’s my main,” Dabi snarled drunkly, “say one more thing like that and I’ll have your balls so far up your ass they’ll replace your tonsils.”

“Noted,” the player said stiffly, backing down quickly and stepping away.

You let Dabi and Kuroo have another small chat then tugged on Dabi’s sleeve cutely as you sidled up to him and gave him your best begging puppy dog eyes.

“Take me to bed, daddy, I’m sleepy,” you begged him sweetly in a whisper, giving him a cute little pout as you waited for him to look at you.

Without warning he turned and scooped you up, tossing you over one shoulder and holding the back of your dress down so that the guys couldn’t see you pantiless.

“I’m off,” Dabi slurred, marching in a zigzag line towards the stairs while you screamed at him to put you down.

After finally convincing him let you walk the stairs by yourself, you led him back up to Kuroo’s room and crawled up onto the bed.

“O000, ready to go again, baby?” he coo’d stripping down to his boxers and crawling up over you as you lay back.

“I bet you can’t even get it up. You are absolutely blotted,” you teased him, reaching down to his boxers and grabbing a handful of his limp dick and balls.

“Oh I can get it up, just wait!” he said, hanging his head and making a straining noise.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” you chuckled, “you sound like you’re about to take a shit. Don’t you dare drop a fresh one on the bed!”

“I’m getting it up,” he retorted drunkenly, still grunting and straining.

You grabbed between his legs again but everything was still soft and you laughed. 

“Stop pushing! I don’t want round 2 anyway!” 

“It’s coming… it coming…” he strained. 

“WHAT’S COMING?!” 

“A hard on.” 

“No it’s not! You can’t push a hard on up!” 

Your voice was a mix of fear and amusement at drunk Dabi and his absolutely hilarious stupidity.

Finally he collapsed onto you, defeated, and still soft.

“You need to sleep. You’re gonna feel this in the morning,” you mumbled as you ran your fingers through his spikey back hair.

As his body went limp you rolled him off onto his back, tugging the bedsheets back then taking your dress, bra and shoes off and crawled in beside him.

He was already out to it, his heavy, slow breaths making you fall in love all over again as you pulled your bare body into his side, the feeling of his ribs rising and falling against your stomach and breasts.

Tenderly you placed a hand on his chest and ran your fingers down his front, feeling the marred tissue then the soft flesh- where he hadn’t been burned.

“I love this man with all my heart,” you thought as you lifted your head and pressed your lips to his scarred cheekbone, just under his eye.

He didn’t even stir. He was so completely worn out by the day (and nights) events that you could have done anything to him and he wouldn’t have woken.

Sleepily, you grinned then settled into his side again, the tipsy feeling overtaking you and forcing you into dreamland as the party slowly wrapped up downstairs- most of the attendants leaving around 4am.

………………………………

Who knows what time it was when you finally stirred later that day.

Dabi was still passed out beside you and you slowly roused then groaned a little as you sat up, furrowing your brows as you opened your eyes.

“I feel a little worse for wear but Dabi was way drunker than I so he’s gonna be a train wreck.”

You closed your eyes again and listened for any noise from downstairs but all was quiet so you slipped out of the bed and threw your dress on from last night so that you could venture out without scarring anybody else first thing in the middle of the day.

Opened the door softly, you slipped out into the hallway and walked noiselessly to the bathroom.

“Oh wow,” you mumbled when you saw how you looked in the mirror, “sexy.”

Walking over to the toilet you heard a noise from the shower so reached over and pulled the curtain back to find some random Nekoma player passed out in there.

“Oh shit!”” you gasped with fright, then relaxed, “Oi,” you hissed at the still semi-passed out player, “get out, I need to pee.”

“Where am I?” The guy groaned as he sat up.

“ln the shower.”

“The fuck?”

“Yeah, I know… I need to pee. Can you get out please?”

“Why the fuck are you gonna piss in the shower?”

“No, idiot, I’m going to go on the toilet just here-” You pointed to the toilet- “but you being in the same room as me doesn’t exactly make me want to haul my dress up and go.” 

“Oh,” he murmured, pulling himself up to his feet, “yeah, ok… I’m gone.”

You watched as he stumbled out of the shower and swayed to the door, exiting and heading off down the hall.

“How many other random people are strewn across this house?” you wondered as you locked the door and did your business.

After finishing up, you went back to the bedroom to wake Dabi, finally locating a clock in Kuroo’s dimly lit room to see what the time was.

“3pm?! Man the day is almost gone!”

You rounded Dabi’s side of the bed and crouched down near his face, placing one little kiss on the tip of his nose then recoiling immediately as he let out a soft sigh, the stench of alcohol hitting you hard in the nostrils.

“Rise and shine, sunshine,” you whispered, pinching your nose shut.

He took a deep breath in and came to life, groaning as he rolled from his side onto his back.

“How you feeling?” you asked softly, un- pinching your nose.

“Why are you shouting?” Dabi hissed.

“Oh no…. that bad?” you whispered with amusement.

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