Chanceball Chapter 91: Moving On

You welled up with tears, the weight of the situation finally resting heavy on your shoulders.

“This is it. I’m officially moved out. Why am I getting so emotional about it though?” you thought as you cupped your hands over your nose and mouth, tears rapidly filing your eyes before falling down your cheeks.

“Y/N?” your dad called, snapping you out of your internal self reflection moment.

“Yeah?” you called back quickly, wiping your eyes and straightening up.

“All packed?” he asked as he approached you.

You nodded, biting your top lip in between your teeth.

He looked into the room then down at you, catching on immediately.

“Hey” he said as he engulfed you in a big fatherly hug- that hug that breaks you down and bares all your emotions.

You grabbed onto him and sobbed, still not sure why you were getting so emotional over this.

“I don’t know why I’m crying,” you wailed into him.

“It’s a big deal, Y/N, you’re moving out. The house that you’ve grown up in is no longer going to be your home. So you make sure that you make your new house a home. Fill it with love and memories.”

You nodded into him, a half choked sobbing chuckle escaping your lips as you thought about what type of memories you and Dabi would be making in your new place.

“I won’t even be able to share stories from the new house because of Dabi’s horny ass railing me on everything,” you thought, your sadness changing a little to that of excitement.

Hugging your dad tightly once more, you pulled back and took a deep breath in.

“Ok. I’m good now,” you said confidently, wiping your eyes again, “let’s go.”

And with that you stepped back and walked out tothe waiting car, not even looking back as you left.

Your dad appeared shortly after and you were off, ferrying the last of your items to the new house.

As your car pulled up in the driveway, Dabi walked out and gave a small wave and you grinned as you jumped out and ran up the front steps to greet him.

“Baby?” he asked as he tilted your head up and looked at your slightly red, puffy eyes, “you’ve been crying? Who made you cry?” His tone changed from worried to protective.

“I’m fine,” you replied, pushing his hand away, “I just.. had a moment, that’s all.”

“Moment?”

“Yeah, leaving home.. but I’m good. I’m a tough bitch now,” you replied confidently, straightening and placing your hands on your hips, “we’ll make this our own home.”

“You’re damn right about that,” he replied in a provocative low tone.

“See?” you thought as you shook your head at him with a knowing smile, “won’t be telling my parents any of these stories.”

“Dabi,” your dad called, “gimme a hand. Y/N has enough stuff to supply an army of people for the winter.”

“I do not,” you snorted with lowkey offense, “I’ve got just enough stuff. Thank you.”

“Do you still have those shoes that you wore to the concert last year that you’ve never worn again because they hurt your feet but you wanted to keep them because the band member blew you a kiss and you believed it was because of the shoes?” Dabi asked you.

“Well… yeah? But! They’re lucky shoes and they don’t take up much space andIlike them. Maybe l can hand them down to my future children or something. Why am I being attacked for this, they’re my shoes?! What’s it to you?!” you replied, feeling very attacked at being called out like that.

“Ok,” Dabi said witha chuckle, “shoes are on the offenders list then. Don’t address the shoes!”

“Noted,” your dad grunted as he lifted a box from the car boot and handed it to Dabi, “but I don’t have to worry about any of that now, she’s on you, Dabi.”

“Thanks,” he replied with a grunt, taking the box from your father’s hands.

“l am not an item to be passed on to people thank you very much,” you said with indignation as you followed Dabi into the house and up the stairs.

“Where do I put this one?” he asked.

“In our room,” you replied, distracted as you followed behind.

He entered the bedroom and walked to the corner, plonking the box down and spinning quickly to grab you.

Before you could yelp or make any sound of surprise you were backed up against the wall, pinned there by Dabi’s hands on yours.

“Wait till l get you alone,” he snarled, his teeth grazing your neck as he let a growl escape his throat.

“Can you go one day without trying to fuck me?” you asked breathlessly.

“Nope. And I’m not even going to try. That challenge is too hard,”

“Wimp.”

“Call me every name you like, but make sure you call it loud enough so that it sounds convincing when I’m owning that pussy,” he growled, biting into your collarbone.

“Don’t you dare leave any marks!” you hissed threateningly, wriggling to get out from his clutches, “my parents are still here!”

“Another box!” your dad called out from downstairs and Dabi let you go and casually strolled to the bedroom door and out, like nothing had happened.

“Coming,” your man called calmly, trotting down the stairs to get the next box while you stood with your back against the wall still, trying to catch your breath.

Boxes unloaded from the car, everything inside, goodbyes said, parents waved off from the porch, and you were standing there next to Dabi, finally alone at your new house.

“So this is it, huh?” you sighed, “home alone.”

Dabi let out the most devious little chuckle you had ever heard and you screamed and pushed him away before running inside.

“Come back, little doll, I want to play with you,” Dabi snarled sexually, “let’s play mummy and daddy.”

“No!” you screamed with laughter, racing up the stairs to the bedroom.

The bed frame was still in pieces, resting up against the wall of the room and the king sized mattress was on the floor.

In one leap you made it from the door to the mattress and bounced heavily as you landed, your body being caged immediately but Dabi who was on top of you in a second.

“Down! Get down!” you screeched, laughing and wriggling under him.

“Down? On you?” he asked as he slid backwards down your body and bit through your pants at the top of your thigh.

“No!” You bonked him on the head repeatedly, “stop! Bad Dabi.”

“Oh, I’m about to be a very bad Dabi,” he sneered in reply.

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