“Appreciated,” Tonkata replied, “come to the local hall tomorrow night to meet the team. The girls range from 14-18 years. All have a lot of potential but just need some pointers,” he said.
“I’ll have them top side in no time,” Dabi replied.
“I have no doubts,” Tonkata grinned, “see you tomorrow, Dabi.”
“Thank you, Tonkata. See you tomorrow,” Dabi replied, smirking to himself as he finished up practice for the night and prepared to come and pick you up from your shift.
“Hey,” he greeted you with a tongue kiss as you hopped into the car later that night, “how was work?”
“Uneventful,” you replied with a shrug.
“Well… I got a job,” Dabi smirked at you as he put the car in reverse.
“You what?! But you didn’t even advertise or anything? What job is it?”
“Volleyball coach,” he replied with a grin.
“You bastard, you took my dream job!” you seethed playfully.
“No, your dream job was to bend over and let me fuck you day and night. This is for coaching a girls team.”
“A WHOLE team?!” you whined, “that’s no fair. And all girls? They’re gonna be all over you like a rash… I’m gonna have to turn up and make my presence known.”
“They’re fuckin’ kids. I should probably take some nappies with me to hand out.” He pulled into the driveway and parked the car.
You grinned. “Ok, well good. The younger the better.”
“I’m only into girls with one nipple piercing anyway,” he said in a low voice, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you towards himself over the centre console.
“That’s very specific,” you replied, arching your back and tilting your head away as his chapped lips and teeth came in contact with your neck.
“It’s supposed to be specific because I’m only into you,” he whispered against your neck.
The following night Dabi went to the hall and you went to work, promising him that you’d definitely catch up after work to hear how his first night training a team went.
He strolled up to the hall doors and pushed one open, slipping inside and standing off to one side as Tonkata coached his girls.
“Omawei! Keep your hands up,” the older coach barked at one of the smaller girls on the team.
“Yes, sir,” she called back, keeping her hands up in preparation for the ball to come to her.
Dabi watched silently. He had slipped in so quietly that not even Tonkata had noticed he had entered and he wasted no time mentally detailing each of the girls skills and weaknesses, noting which would need more help and which wouldn’t but right now Omawei seemed to be in the spotlight.
“Watch the ball, Omawei!” Tonkata called again.
“Yes, sir,” she called back, doing her best to focus but something was getting in the way of her concentration and it kept wavering.
She went to return the ball but fumbled it and it bounced out of her hand and onto the court, signaling a break in the game.
It was then that Tonkata looked up and saw Dabi standing against the wall with his hands in his pockets and grinned from ear to ear.
“Girls, come in,” Tonkata called to his team, halting the practice game so that he could address them all, “I have a surprise for you all.”
The girls whispered curiously among themselves as they gathered in a circle around him and he smiled at them all.
“You lot are a handful so I’ve asked an expert to come in and help,” he said gruffly but with a cheeky glint in his eye, “so don’t think that you can go easy when I’m not here.”
The girls looked at each other and waited for him to continue.
“His name is Dabi. If you’re acquainted with the Nekoma boys volleyball team you’ll recognize his name.”
Dabi took that as his cue to enter and pushed off the wall, walking casually over to the group of girls.
A few of the members recognized Dabi’s name and gasped with fangirl like excitement, immediately covering their faces when they saw he was there.
“And if they don’t know my name they’ll know it soon enough,” your man added with a smirk and half the team nearly fainted on the spot as his turquoise eyes shot them through the heart.
“I’m going to let Dabi take over from now to see if he can handle you girls on the court,” Tonkata said, “he’ll be coaching you for the next half of this lesson so pay attention.”
“My teaching style is different from yours Tonkata,” Dabi said calmly to the older coach- his boss, then to the girls, “those in the blue vests… you’re up first.”
The girls looked at each other then back at Dabi.
“What did you want us to do?” one asked.
“On court. This side,” Dabi said firmly, “your serve.”
He picked up a volleyball from the ball cart and tossed it to the closest girl then causally walked over to the other side of the net.
“I’m your opponent,” he stated.
“Just you?” Another girl asked as the blue vest team of 4 meandered onto the court.
“Bit cocky,” another sniggered.
“Cocky, huh?” Dabi asked with a lopsided smirk. He was about to make an obscene reply but stopped himself just in time, “beat me first before you start degrading me or you’ll end up looking like a …. Fool…” poor Dabi was having to keep his tongue in check and it had only been 5 minutes into teaching.
The girls on court looked at each other then got into formation and the girl at the back tossed the ball up for the serve.
Dabi eyed her movements and saw her torso twist a little as she reached up to smack the ball across to his side of the net.
“She’s going for a cross shot,” he thought as he quickly worked out her angle and line. As her hand touched the ball, her eyes shifted across the net, giving away exactly where she wanted to place the ball and Dabi jumped into its projected path.
With another quick glance, he saw that the girls in the front row didn’t know their server was going for a cross shot and had left the area on that side open so it was walking in the park to just jump up and calmly punch the ball down on the girls side of the net.
It all happened so quickly that no one had time to react and Dabi smirked as their jaws dropped and eyes shot to him.