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The music was blasting, rippling through (Name)’s body as he nursed his drink, occasionally staring into the sea of sweaty bodies, especially the girls, teasing each other in front of male eyes. The way they would kiss hungrily, moaning deliciously into each other’s mouths while groping exposed flesh, letting their lips linger on the slope of each other’s neck, leaving behind dark marks that would blossom on the skin in minutes. It was a beautiful sight, and their skin was free of any blemishes.
It made (Name)’s sadistic side growl, rattling against the cage like a trapped lion, starved from skin-on-skin contact; how he wanted to see his hand wrapped around the girl’s pretty little throat, reveling in pleasure as mascara spilled down her plush cheeks—
“You’re staring again,” Kiyoko pointed out, dressed in a snug, little black dress, highlighting her curves; God, any man would kill to peel that small dress off her body and feel her warm pussy pressed against his face. She was easy on the eyes, especially under this dim lighting. It was no surprised that several men lusted for the old Karasuno manager; she carried herself with a certain air, followed with both dominance and demure if (Name) could put words to her aura.
With a snort, (Name) lifted the red, plastic cup to his lips, feeling the pleasant burn of coca-cola and whiskey sear the back of his throat. “And if I was? A little peek never hurt anyone before,” he snickered, watching the girls fight for his attention—it wasn’t even (Name)’s attention in particular but any man who was willing to spare a glance in their direction—kissing each other’s neck.
Giggles followed by breathless whimpers at their hands explored the bare flesh exposed for viewing pleasure, dipping just below the band of their loose skirts. Such a performance was deserving of an award, (Name) thought, taking another drink of the burning alcohol. He winced, clearing his throat, and went for another refill.
“I want another refill,” Kiyoko mumbled, pushing up her glasses, folding her arms underneath his bosom, getting whatever (Name) was drinking. He warned her that his drink was strong and she wouldn’t like it, but Kiyoko was stubborn, insisting that she could handle it. That’s what (Name) liked about Kiyoko; she was headstrong at times, and she could hold her own.
With a shrug, (Name) fixed them both a drink, handing Kiyoko her cup before he downed his beverage, watching with curious eyes when Kiyoko took a sip. The look on her face was priceless when the alcohol touched her tongue; her face scrunched up, disgusted at the rich and decadent taste of whiskey—it was a strong drink, (Name) already knew that, and the cola only added to the taste.
“Told you you wouldn’t like it; it’s not a fruity drink. Plus, this is an acquired taste,” he mocked jokingly, nudging his elbow against her shoulder.
“Looks like I should get used to it, now should I?” Kiyoko shot back, raising her eyebrows playfully before tipping the cup back. (Name) couldn’t help but stare at her neck, elegant, slender, and without a mark. He wondered if his hand could wrap around the circumference, watching her moan and blabber from sheer ecstasy with tears pooling in her eyes.
Shaking her head, Kiyoko discarded her cup, wiping her bottom lip. “Well, I know that whiskey is not my preference,” she added with a laugh, a beautiful sound coming from her.
“Told you you wouldn’t like it,” (Name) snickered, draping his arm across her shoulder, looking at Kiyoko. She welcomed his touch, surprisingly, resting against him. Fuck, she was an angel, an angel sent to him in the form of a human. The room was too stuffy, plus (Name) didn’t even like parties.
Too loud and never enough space.
The only reason he decided to come was that his team had invited him (more like they pestered the captain until he gave in to their demands). “You wanna head back to my place? Parents are out for the month,” he asked with a cheeky grin.
Kiyoko nodded, pushing up her glasses. “Yeah, that would be nice. My head’s starting to hurt,” she mumbled, holding onto (Name)’s arm as they weaved through the bodies of people, wishing everyone goodnight. The outdoors was cold, the nighttime breeze nipping at their exposed flesh before they piled into (Name)’s car.
“I’ll just text my friends and tell them I left the party early. Can’t have them calling the police because I left,” she mumbled, shooting a quick message.
With a hum, (Name) started up the car, handing Kiyoko the aux cord. “The passenger must play the music; let’s see how good your music taste is,” he teased with a flirty smile.
Kiyoko rolled her eyes, wiping off her glasses, and plugged the aux cord into her phone, shuffling one of her playlists. “I don’t listen to a lot of newer music; it’s all oldies music or classical music. It helps me concentrate with whatever I’m doing,” she mumbled, the sound of a grand piano filling the space. It was a gentle sound, warm and rich as (Name) drove down the narrow streets, occasionally glancing over at Kiyoko.
She was beautiful, he repeated, wetting his bottom lip. Would that beauty remain even if her mascara ran down her face as she cried out, chanting his name like a mantra, feeling stuffed from his cock pistoling in and out of her body? “Down boy,” (Name) mumbled to himself, adjusting his pants, and fixed his belt on top of his erection, hiding the apparent swelling in his jeans.
The drive was quiet besides the melodic tunes of the piano and violins, joined by the cellos, flutes, and harps. Neither of them spoke, just staring off into the night sky. Kiyoko’s phone rang, a name flashing across the screen, but she simply pressed the red button, dismissing the call, and leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes. “My friend—it’s nothing to worry about, (Name). I’ll call her back in the morning.”
Oh, so she planned on staying the night? That just made the night more enjoyable. With a brief nod, (Name) pulled into the driveway, shutting off the car, and lightly drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. They didn’t speak, letting the music consume them both, followed by the angelic voice that rang out, earning a hum of approval from the ex-manager.
“We should probably get out; it’s more fun inside than out here,” (Name) laughed, sliding out of the car, and held Kiyoko’s door open, escorting her inside after locking the vehicle. For once, he was glad his parents weren’t home to embarrass him. The house was quiet and empty; nothing but the air conditioning kicking on when (Name) disarmed the security system.
“Make yourself comfortable on the couch; I’ll bring out something to drink. You want alcohol or a pop?” (Name) asked, stealing away into the kitchen.
“Soda would be nice,” Kiyoko responded, plopping herself on the couch, lolling her head back against the sofa, sinking into the welcoming cushions. (Name) fixed himself another alcoholic drink and grabbed a Pepsi for Kiyoko, sitting next to her. With a hum, she thanked him, swiping off her glasses, and set them on the coffee table, tipping her head back.
Maybe (Name) was just a pervert, but the sight of her skin did wonders to his body. His cock twitched in response, watching the droplet of soda trickle down the slope of her neck. His balls tightened, and he had to force himself not to stand up and jerk one out in the bathroom; fuck, it was so tempting too, and those damn blue eyes were going to be the death of him.
He reached out, tracing the soft outline of her jaw, brushing his calloused thumb against her doughy cheeks. Their eyes met for a split second, a silence settling between them before Kiyoko set down the aluminum can, leaning over and caught (Name)’s lips in a searing kiss.
Oh, her lips tasted fucking delicious—a mixture of rich whiskey, Coca-Cola, and Pepsi, and a unique sweetness that was all her. (Name) groaned against her mouth, nudging her legs apart and pressing himself against her clothed pussy, cock straight against his jeans.
Her whimper fueled the fire that burned within him, hands finding their way to her breasts, kneading the soft skin as he tore his lips from hers, licking a stripe down her neck, feeling her shiver. Good, she should tremble beneath his touch; how perfect she was, shaking and moaning beneath him, fumbling with his shirt.
“Good girl,” (Name) praised, savoring the taste of the sticky residue from her soda, peeling her dress off, and sucked at the ivory flesh that laid underneath.
Unblemished and smooth, just for him.
The bra had to go; (Name) wasn’t gentle when he tore off the lace bra, mouth-watering when he saw her full breasts. It was a sight to behold; pink, swollen nipples that ached for his attention, wanting to be caressed and pinched. Kiyoko’s face was flushed red, her breath hitching when (Name) groped the warm flesh, twisting the perky bud between his fingers.
The way her back arched was fucking amazing, begging for more—her voice was trembling as her nails dug into the cushion of the couch, legs twitching. “Such a good girl you are,” (Name) praised, suckling on her breasts, careful not to bite down on the nipple, but it was tempting.
While she trembled with pleasure, his calloused hands skimmed down her stomach, dipping below the band of her panties, pressing one finger against her swollen clitoris. (Name) could feel her arousal, how slick her pussy was, crying from his fingers to finger. He would be happy to oblige. Carefully, he slides one finger, groaning when Kiyoko’s pussy clenched around him, tight and eager. Her whimpers made (Name)’s blood sing as endorphins filled his brain; he would make her cry out sooner or later.
Hooking his fingers around the band of Kiyoko’s panties, he yanked them down and exposed her glistening pussy. He pulled himself away to admire the puffy pink clitoris and how wet she was; he smacked it—it was cute when she squeaked—smiling at the slick noises it made. “Didn’t know you wanted me that bad, Kiyo,” (Name) taunted, pushing his fingers knuckle deep in her sopping pussy, watching with hungry eyes as she arched her back, whining desperately. He sucked on her needy clitoris, finger-fucking her pretty cunt, rewarded with moans and pleads, fingers threaded in his hair.
“F-Fuck!” Kiyoko slurred, tipping her head back while massaging (Name)’s scalp, pressing her pussy against his tongue, chasing after her orgasm. Her hips sputtered as her pussy clenched around (Name)’s tongue, crying out. She practically melted when (Name) began praising her, kissing the dips in her hips and smoothing his calloused fingertips against her taut stomach.
“There’s a good girl,” he purred, smacking her pussy again, smirking when she whimpered, still sensitive from her orgasm. While she recovered, (Name) popped his jeans' button, discarding his boxers and shirt, crawling between her legs. The head of his cock was pressing against her needy hole, beaded with pre-cum.
Kiyoko sat up, resting against the arm of the couch. “Be gentle; I’m still a virgin.”
(Name) was sure that sentence alone was going to make him cum. He was going to ruin that perfect little pussy of hers and fill her up with cum. Unable to contain himself, he spread her legs, smearing precum across her swollen clitoris, and filled her pussy with one substantial motion.
Oh, the way her face scrunched up in pain, gripping the couch cushion. “Fuck, your pussy feels so good,” he groaned, pistoling his hips back and forth, squeezing her hips. The velvety walls of her sopping pussy squeezed his cock, pulling him in and trying to milk him for all he was worth.
Kiyoko was a mess, arching her back as (Name) smacked her clitoris; she shivered, biting her bottom lip, unable to hold her voice back, crying out for (Name), dragging her nails down his back. “S-Slow down!” Kiyoko begged, blinking back the tears that blurred her eyes.
Beautiful, everything (Name) had envisioned. The pain that shone in her eyes, the slurred noises, how her pussy gripped his cock like a vice grip. Everything in this moment was so fucking perfect.
Hungrily and fueled by pure adrenaline, (Name) raised Kiyoko’s hips, pressing her face into the couch cushion. He could reach deeper, dragging his cock along the slick walls of her pussy, hearing her whimper and cry out in ecstasy. (Name) was a rough man—any of his exes could tell you that, but fuck, the sex was worth it.
She was just so tight! He couldn’t resist fucking her tight pussy until she couldn’t feel her legs anymore. Until she was screaming from the raw, burning pleasure that blurred her vision. Until her voice became hoarse from all the screaming and moaning. Let the neighbor call the cops; it would let him know that he was doing a good job fucking Kiyoko.
“(Name)!” Kiyoko choked out, raising her head, gasping for air when he slid out, greedily sucking on her pussy lips, his tongue flattening against her clit now and then. Her knees buckled, only being held up by (Name), keening when he pressed two fingers against her g-spot. “N-No, too much,” she cried out, tears spilling down her milky tears, but the tears and the sound of her voice breaking turned (Name) on.
With a guttural growl, he laid beneath Kiyoko’s quivering figure, her pussy hovering over his face. He licked his lips hungrily, spreading her pussy lips apart. “Sit on my face,” he ordered, dragging one finger through her sopping folds, growling when she didn’t comply, resorting to pressing her down on his eager mouth. Like a man starved, (Name) began lapping at her pussy lips and puffy clit, relishing in the sound of her broken sobs. Yes, he wanted her to cry out. (Name) wanted her to beg for his cock.
Her pussy was sweet, and he craved more, letting his tongue collect her syrup before licking his lips, pumping two fingers in and out. A virgin was the best, (Name) supposed; it was so easy to overstimulate them, and when they trembled from the sheer mind-blowing pleasure, it was enough to make him blow his load. “That’s it, baby, cry some more,” (Name) coaxed, spreading her pink pussy lips apart, slapping her puffy clit.
When she choked on her breath, (Name) smiled, lifting her hips and ordered her onto her back. The tears still rolled down her cheeks; cheeks flushed red as Kiyoko tried catching her breath. “You’re hot like this,” he praised, pumping two fingers in her slippery cunt, curling his fingers against her spongy g-spot. When she cried out, (Name) palmed his erection, smearing the precum across the flushed tip.
Her pussy was ready for his cock; removing his fingers, (Name) shushed Kiyoko when she whimpered from the loss, massaging the globes of her ass before rubbing his cock on her sopping pussy, slowly working his way in again.
Her knees buckled as (Name) thrust in, gripping her waist as she whimpered pitifully, sobbing loudly while (Name) groaned, calling her a good girl. It made Kiyoko happy—happy and full. “Look at you, baby. I bet that feels good, having me tear through your virginity and your pussy takes me so well,” he praised, pressing his thumb against the pulsating clit. She cried, arching her back as (Name) pistoled his hips back and forth.
Fuck, her pussy felt so good, wrapping around his cock like a goddamn vice grip. The way she cried out was beautiful, streaking the mascara and eyeliner down her soft cheeks. The ruined look was always a turn-on for (Name); the sobs and the pleads made his blood sing. His pelvis slapped against hers while he worked on hand in her hair, gathering a handful, and yanked her head back, growling when she moans. It was a beautiful sound—(Name) wanted more from the once innocent team setter.
Oh, if Tanaka and Nishinoya could see her now, being ruined by his cock.
“That’s right, moan for me again, baby,” (Name) growled, his thrusts hard and brutal, kissing her cervix. She blabbered and cried out, saying how (Name) was too deep in her and that he would break her, but she moved her hips in time with his, being fueled by the painful pleasure.
Kiyoko slurred her words, rocking her hips with each thrust as (Name) slapped her ass. “F-Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she moaned, gripping the couch cushion. Her pussy clenched, gripping his cock like a vice grip.
“That’s right—cum for me,” (Name) growled. He felt her pussy tighten around his cock, and he fucked Kiyoko through her orgasm. The cute whimpers and whined spurred him on, hearing sob to slow down and wait had his blood singing. Her struggles and pleads were so hot—erotic and fucking delicious. How she kept pulling away from him, struggling to escape the violent thrusts of his cock made (Name) smirked, pressing his lips against the base of her neck.
When Kiyoko came down from her high, (Name) pulled out, sitting on the edge of the couch. “Come here and give me a tit fuck,” he panted, spreading his legs apart, and patted his thigh.
She obeyed like an obedient pet, settling between his legs with her boobs sandwiching his cock. Up and down her tits went, earning groans and praises from (Name). “Ah shit, keep that up, baby. Such a good girl,” he praised, tucking her hair behind her ear.
Her tongue darted out, lapping at the droplet of precum that spurted out. (Name) hummed, letting his head fall back on the pillow as she sucked his cock, keeping her breasts pressed against the shaft. Up and down, Kiyoko went, sucking on the head of his cock as he threaded his fingers in her hair.
What a good girl she was, sucking (Name) like the good cock-slut she is. Her tear-stained cheeks were a sight to behold, and her sobs were such a delight; he wanted to see her in pain and hear her cry. How she would plead for him and beg while her pussy welcomed his cock would be so fucking delicious.
Before he could cum, (Name) yanked her head away, licking his bottom lip. “Get your pretty ass up here and ride my dick,” he commanded, patting his thigh.
She obeyed, straddling his hips and gripped his shoulders. Kiyoko shuddered, watching (Name) prod her sopping pussy with his cock. He degraded her, promising to fuck her brains out until she was screaming and crying. (Name) wanted her makeup to run and to wrap his hand around her throat, choking her until she was riding out her orgasm.
With one solid motion, (Name) bottomed out in her, holding Kiyoko’s hips down. She whimpered, rolling her hips but (Name) kissed her shoulder. He was cruel with his thrusts, giving Kiyoko only a second to adjust before thrusting wildly inside her. He watched with amazement as her ties bounced up and down, tears rolling down her red cheeks as she sobbed.
Kiyoko cried out for (Name), digging her nails into his shoulders, and she babbled incoherent nonsense. He could make phrases like “(Name), please,” and “Oh, stop!” She was too lost in pleasure; Kiyoko didn’t know what she wanted. It was all too much, but not enough.
Licking his bottom lip, (Name) wrapped his hand around her neck, choking her as he fucked her, his cock nestled against her cervix. “Gonna pump you with all my cum; make you my cum dumpster. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” (Name) snarled, abusing her pussy, and moaned when she gave a choked response.
“No,” Kiyoko slurred but her body betrayed her words. Her warm, gushing pussy squeezed his cock, milking him for all he was worth. It was so fucking good—so tight and warm as (Name) fucked her into another orgasm.
Her eyes rolled back, babbling incoherent words as she rode out a wave of pure euphoria. It was such a delicious sight—so sexy and it fueled the fire in (Name)’s stomach. Watching the drool spill from her pillowy lips as she shivered with delight.
(Name) pushed Kiyoko on her back, draping her legs over his shoulders and fucked her. Her screams of pleasure and hisses of pain spurred him—yes, yes (Name) wanted Kiyoko to continue to scream his name. He wanted to pump her full of warm, sticky cum, and watch it all pour out of her. He wanted to make Kiyoko his personal cum dump and fill all her slutty holes.
Kiyoko took his cock so well and he needed to reward his pet after all.
With his groin pressed against her sopping pussy, (Name) came with a deep groan, holding her legs in place. Her pitiful moans made his dick throb—so delicious and erotic; what a treat. Her pussy milked his cock, greedily taking his fat load before he huffed, smacking his cock on her sensitive clitoris.
Cum spilled out of her warm pussy and Kiyoko was a mess, hair splayed across the cushion and sweat glistening across her forehead. (Name) kissed her forehead, trailing his hand between her breasts.
“You want a change of clothes?” (Name) asked with a chuckle.
“Can’t exactly move,” was her reply as (Name) laughed, giving her clitoris one last kiss.