“Shut up it was Dabi’s idea! He came up with the name!” you replied, embarrassed, but also enjoying the attention of 4 hot guys.
Each guy had a good laugh at the name and made comments to Dabi and you pretended to pout, standing there with a fake scowl on your face.
“So what were you doing there, Fueji?” you finally asked in an accusative voice.
“Coach sent me to scout, and I saw Dabi—,”
“And he wanted to fuck me,” Dabi said proudly, throwing a chicken ball in his mouth.
“Yeah, up the ass,” Fueji added before continuing, “anyway, I recognized Dabi and went and told the coach and then he sent me back to get him and—,”
“Then we fucked—,” Dabi added again.
“In the hall, yeah,” Fueji said, raising his fist to bump Dabi’s.
“You done frottin’?” Atsumu asked as he bit into another slice of pizza.
“Nah, I haven’t cum yet,” Dabi said, eating some more food himself.
“Osamu, how do you deal with these guys?” you asked the only seemingly sane one of the bunch.
“He jes eats all the time,” Atsumu replied for his twin, through a mouthful.
“Shut up, I can answer for myself,” Osamu replied his twin dully.
“Then answer, ya dick,” Atsumu snorted, earning himself an elbow in the side of the head from Osamu.
“Fuck!” he yelled loudly, smacking his brother back.
“Ok. I’ll leave the orgy to you guys then, bye~,” you said, exiting while the twins were getting each other in a headlock and Dabi and Fueji were telling dirty jokes.
“Ugh. They’re all so immature,” you sighed to yourself as you walked back into the kitchen and tidied up a little.
“Uh… hey,” Osamu suddenly said from behind you, “sorry about them.”
“Nah… it’s fine,” you replied flippantly.
“Ok. You got any more drinks out here?” he then asked.
“Fridge.” You gestures towards it.
It was 3am by the time the boys left. You had gone to bed at 1am but then woke again when Dabi came in.
“Fueji is on the couch, I gave him a blanket, he’s staying here tonight.”
“Ok,” you mumbled, “is he ok?”
“Parent trouble… I get it… so I’m letting him stay,” he said as he fell into bed beside you.
“Mmm,” you hummed, rolling over to snuggle into him.
The days flew by and quickly turned into months, and before you knew it it was halfway through the year- your final year of college! And then you would be graduated with a batchelor degree in sports training, specializing in volleyball.
“Dabi!” you called out one morning from the bedroom, “let’s go out for breakfast… I can’t be bothered to cook.”
“Who cooks breakfast, just have cereal?” he called back from downstairs.
“No! Take me out for breakfast,” you whined playfully.
“Fine, you spoilt brat, get your clothes on and we’ll go.”
“I don’t want to put pants on though.”
“Ok, don’t put pants on, but then that means I get to fuck you in public. I’ll bend you over the table at the cafe and rail you into your scrambled eggs.”
“Ok fine, I’ll put pants on,” you moaned grumpily, dragging yourself to the cupboard and getting some decent clothes out. In about 5 seconds flat you were ready to roll and walked downstairs to meet Dabi.
“Let’s go, sexy,” he said, smacking you on the ass as he followed you to the door.
You went to your usual favorite cafe and as you sat down at the table you looked across and saw a baby in a pram at the adjacent table.
The little one had the biggest brown eyes you had ever seen and you smiled at it.
Surprisingly, it smiled back and then babbled and put its arms out to you.
“Oh!” you said excitedly, pushing your chair back and turning your body towards it.
The mother had seen her little one showing keen interest in you and she smiled at you.
“Did you want to hold him?” she asked.
The baby boy was leaning forwards by now, straining at the straps over his shoulders to get to you and you nodded at her.
“Yeah… can I hold him? What’s his name?”
“Yun,” she said with a smile.
“Yun,” you said as you unclipped him from his pram seat and lifted him out, “hey, little man.”
He babbled and giggled, then buried his head into your neck as you cuddled him and your heart nearly exploded.
Having an instant spike of baby fever, you looked across at Dabi with big watery eyes as you cuddled the little one close.
“Baaaabe~,” you sung to him.
“No…” he warned.
“But babe, look at him~,” you wailed with love.
“No. Put the baby down,” he warned again.
“But look at him~ he is so cute! Please?! I want one~,” you sobbed, squishing the baby’s face to yours when he pulled back from giving you a cuddle.
Dabi exhaled through his nostrils and stayed silent while you fawned over the little boy then asked the mum some questions.
“I think it’s getting close to when we could have a kid,” Dabi thought, trying to mentally grasp the timeline, “we’ll be done with college in 6 months and it takes 9 months to grow a baby so… we could start trying now, I guess.”
He watched you playing with the boy and smirked to himself.
“She looks good with a baby.”
Finally you handed the little one back to his mum and said goodbye as they left, then sighed dreamily and looked across at Dabi who, by now, had a very carnal look in his eye.
“Hey?” you said, catching that look, “what’s that look for? Have you changed your mind? Are we gonna make a baby?!”
He smirked and sat back and crossed his arms across his chest while dropping his head and giving you an alpha seductive stare.
“If you want it, then come ride it,” he said in a raspy voice across the table to you.
“Now?” you asked cheekily.
“I’m not shy,” he replied boldly.
“Yeah, I know you’re not,” you said with an eyeroll, “ok, so when we get home? Are we actually going to try? Are you ready to be a dad?”
“I’ve been ready since high school.” He reached a hand to his hair and tossled it, “if you’re ready, then let’s start making babies.”
“I mean, we could? We only have 6 months left to go of this year,” you pondered.
“That’s what I was thinking,” he said with another smirk, “see, we’re on the same page.”
You couldn’t help but half stand up and high five him over the table, so you did, then sat back down and looked at your menu to order.