The following day was the grand reveal of the newly painted room and you grinned as you looked around at it.
“Dabi! Come and see how amazing I am,” you called.
“l already know you’re actually meaning me,” he quipped, walking down from the stairs.
“This room looks three million times better already and all the chairs and shit are still covered with plastic n’ shit,” you said, gesturing to everything in the room.
“Mmm, your vocabulary never ceases to amaze me” he teased, pulling you into his side and kissing the top of your head, “good thing we start college in 2 weeks.”
“Don’t remind me,” you fake sobbed, turning your face into his side, “I’m already dreading the double workload.”
“We got a bit of time to party before then,” Dabi said, giving you anotther squeeze, “let’s make the most of it.”
“Tats and piercings first!” you said quickly, “let’s look at some places to go to. I’m not going to do dodgy place.”
You pushed off him and walked off to the stairs to head up to the room where you had left your phone charging.
“l’d die if they wrote the wrong word in Kanji. Like… ‘horny’ or something, instead of your name.”
“Wouldn’t be too far from the truth though would it?” he called up to you as you walked along the hallway, chuckling when you gave him the finger.
“Are you getting a tat?” you called back to him as you entered the room.
“Nah. Just dick piercing,” he shouted, “that’ll be plenty.”
You grabbed your phone and unlocked it then went to the Internet and typed in some of the closer tattoo parlors around the area.
How expensive is this shit gonna be, that’s my question,” Dabi asked as you came back down the stairs with your eyes glued to the phone.
“Dunno,” you shrugged, scrolling down the screen, “ok, let’s see…. this place looks good.”
You tapped on the name of the tattoo parlor and entered the site, swiping down their price list.
“Holy FUCK. I think l’l just get a small tattoo…” Your eyes bulged at the screen.
“Why? Were you gonna get my name tattooed from your ass crack to your neck? Because that would be amazing,” he leered.
“It would be horrible,” you retorted, screeching as he grabbed you around your waist and hoisted you up a little so he could carry you into the other room and dump you down in front of the TV.
In true Dabi style he didn’t just settle for dumping you down, but also climbed over your body and caged you in under him.
“Look. Look at this.” You showed him your phone screen, smooshing it to his face and laughing when he let out an unamused grunt.
“What?” he asked, pulling the phone back so that he could see the screen, “yeah? What about it?”
“Looks like a good place, yeah? And prices seem ok? Expense but ok. I’ll look at a few other places to compare, but this place do tattoos and piercings for celebrities. That’s saying something, right?”
“I guess?” Dabi replied, not super interested in the conversation at hand.
“Ok, Lemme look up some other places,” you said, ignoring Dabi as he leaned down and bit into your earlobe as you did you research.
About 20 minutes later you had made your decision.
“Ok. We’re going with this place,” you pointed to the first place you had seen, “they’re ok priced- compared with other places.”
“This place does the celebrities, right?” Dabi asked.
“Yep!” you replied, “I don’t want a botch job.”
“I’m happy to go along for the ride,” Dabi said, flopping down onto your front, defeated, his head nestled into the crook of your neck.
“How much does a Jacob’s ladder cost?” he mumbled into your neck.
“Uhhh, hold that thought for a second…” Your fingers worked furiously, typing something in.
“Ok. Single, double, or triple?”
“If I’m going hard then l’m going hard. Triple” he said confidently.
“$155,” you replied.
“Ouch. My dick and wallet hurt already,” he mumbled.
“And I’m gonna get my mummy milkers done..So… add another $110.”
“$265, you mean…” you said.
“Would they do a discount if I gave them a lap dance?” Dabi leered, “and you want a tattoo too right? Who much is that?”
“Please hold the line,” you said as you opened a new tab and looked up tattoo costs, “ok so… it’s maybe gonna be somewhere between $90-$126 for the piece.
“What the actual fuck? Are they using gold for the inlay?” Dabi’s head shot up so that he could stare you in the eyes.
“So all up.. we cost $391. Max,” you replied.
“Sweet Jesus,” he whispered in horror, shuffling down and face planting between your boobs.
“But it could be less?” you offered, your comforting words earning you a groan from him.
“Looks like I’ll be getting two jobs to pay for this shit,” he mumbled into your cleavage.
“It’s not that much is it?”
“Well it is when you consider l’m going to buy a car soon.” He lifted his head to look at you.
“You’re getting a car?!” you asked with elated surprise.
“Yeah. I just went and did my written exam before, my license had expired so I was renewing it. I’m sick of using public transport,” he said.
You grabbed your arms around his neck and squeezed while squealing, “this is awesome!! We can go anywhere in a car!”
“That’s the point,” he wheezed out, “I only bought it so we could fuck in the backseat… or you can give me head while I’m driving. I’m easy.”
“You’re always easy,” you teased, kissing his lips, “but first let’s book in for these pieces to be done.
The booking was made for Friday and early that morning you and Dabi found yourselves on the front steps of the tattoo parlor.
“I’m gonna suck on those pierced titties the second they’re done,” Dabi leered into your ear as he pulled you into his side to nibble on your earlobe.
“I think, the fuck, NOT!” you snapped, “you can’t do stuff until it’s healed!”
He chuckled then it finally hit him.
You pulled away from him and pushed the door open, smiling at the piercing up chick behind the desk.
“My dick….” you heard Dabi said, his mind trying to comprehend that he might have to allocate some healing time postpiercing… healing time that didn’t involve sex.
A small chuckle escaped your lips as you walked over to the girl and greeted her.
“Hey, we’re here for our appointment. Y/N and Dabi.”
The girl nodded and looked down at the appointment book.
“Yup,” she said, “you’re with Bruiser:”