Chanceball Chapter 94: The Bet

It wasn’t the easiest task- scratching wallpaper off the walls and covering everything in plastic sheets in preparation to paint, but over the next few days you got everything ready to go.

“Now I get to put this new paint on. The house is gonna look so much better!” you said excitedly as you picked up the big fluffy roller and grabbed the tray to put the paint in.

“How many coats are you gonna do?” Dabi asked from where he was lounging back on the chair with yesterday’s bucket of chicken nuggets on his lap.

“Three, I think? I’m pretty sure that’s what was recommended?” you replied, scrubbing your brow with your forearm as you prepared to embark on the paining mission.

“Ok, good luck” he said, one cheek stuffed with chicken nuggets.

“Get off your lazy ass and help me!” you said, pointing your roller at him, “or I’ll come back out here and paint you as well!”

“Where will you paint me?” He asked seductively, wiggling his thin black eyebrows as he hooked one leg over the arm of the chair and thrust his crotch up at you.

“Not there that’s for sure. Are you that desperate for touch?” you teased, “I don’t think he has realized how long he will have to go without sex when he gets his dick pierced,” you thought with a smirk.

“You know I’m always down—,”

“You mean up?”

“Either way…”

“Well just help me, ok?” you sighed, “I can’t do this on my own.”

“That’s what she said,” Dabi leered as he pulled himself out of the chair and sat the bucket of half finished chicken nuggets down.

Dabi didn’t really help you much to be honest. He got in the way more than anything else but it was good just having someone to talk to and tease as you worked.

“So,” you addressed him as you put the roller down in the tray after finishing the first coat, wiping your brow with a paint splattered arm, “are we gonna do this bet tonight?”

“Which bet was this?” he asked, stepping over a tin of open paint.

“Which bet was this?” you scoffed, “you forgot already?”

“Jog my memory” he said, pressing his fingers to his temple and winking at you.

“Me versus you. If I can get myself off better than you can, then you get a dick piercing.”

“Oh that one. Yeah, you’re on. What will you get when you lose?”

“I’m gonna get-HEY?!”

Dabi snickered, top lip curled back a little as he leered down at you.

“I don’t intend to lose,” you shot back, crossing your arms across your chest, “but if I do happen to lose the bet then I’m getting nipple piercings and your name tattooed in Kanji under my right breast.”

“Hot. You’re definitely losing now, because that I have to see. And to have my name tattooed on your pretty soft skin…” a low growl escaped his throat as he stepped forward and grabbed you against his body.

“And I’m also getting a flame tattoo next to your name.”

“Flame?”

“Yeah… dunno. I just get this kinda… blue flame vibe from you” you said, peering up into his turquoise eyes, “like my body just melts into nothingness under your touch.”

“Wanna test that theory now?” he rasped, his boner already pressing against you from inside his pants.

“Kinda” you whispered in a provocative tone as your gaze turned more seductive.

“Well then let’s go” he leered down at you, pressing his body into yours to walk your backwards, his bulge bumping your pelvic bone intermittently as you moved back towards the door to the room then out onto the landing and across to the stairs.

With a cute little giggle you spun around and popped your ass out, wiggling it against his front before reaching over your shoulder and grabbing a hold of his shirt and pulling him along behind you up the stairs to the room.

Your room was finally set up by now. All boxers were unpacked and the bed was set up nicely… except for the bedsheets being all ruffled up and a pillow or two on the floor from last nights sleep/rumble.

You jumped up onto the bed and giggled again as Dabi pushed you down and rolled you over, kissing and biting into your arm then attacking your neck- his teeth grazing your skin as you shrieked playfully and wriggled underneath.

“Ok, back,” you said, swatting him off, “you have to watch.

“What kind of cruel—,”

“Chill, you’ll get your turn” you replied, reaching for your pants and sliding them off.

“Actually I’ve never watched you play with yourself,” Dabi commented, sitting back on his haunches, “I’m curious to watch actually!”

“Well get comfy” you smirked, lying and with your back and head propped up against the pillow behind you so you were semi reclined.

“Oh, you don’t even need to tell me, baby, I am so ready for this,” he replied, licking his chapped bottom lip.

He watched your fingers delicately stroke over the soft cotton fabric between your thighs, varying the pressure and style as you focused on some areas then moved on to others- the soft noises of approval you were making had him harder than a diamond.

“Fuck,” he groaned, palming himself through his pants, “I’m so fucking hard already and you haven’t even started.”

“How about you stroke yourself while watching me?” you whispered erotically.

You didn’t need to give a second invite because in an instant his pants and boxers were off and his hand was around his girth, stroking upwards intermittently as he watched you.

The tease in you jumped out and you slid your hand under the fabric of your panties, toying with your sensitive little bud but keeping it hidden from his view.

“You can’t do this to me,” he growled with sexual aggression his mind trying to conjure up images of what you were doing to yourself under the fabric as he watched your hand shifting around under there.

“I’ll put on a little show for him,” you thought deviously as you let your eyes flutter closed and a soft sigh escape your lips.

You heard him groan in response and the bed creaked as he shifted forward so you popped an eye open and placed your foot against his shirt covered chest to stop him coming any closer.

“Watch from a distance,” you said in an airy voice as you slipped a finger up inside you, “ohhh~,”

It was almost as if Dabi knew what you had just done and he groaned again, tugging on his girth- his eyes trying to pierce through the fabric so he could confirm his suspicions.

You smirked and used your other hand to shift the fabric aside a little so he could just see, and the minute his eyes detailed the sight before him a ton of expletives rolled off his tongue.

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