"This party is LIT!"
"It is!" I shouted back at Atsumu, smiling.
I can't remember the last time I had so much fun! This party truly is lit!
"You were right! They really do play our songs all the time," I kept shouting so he could hear me over the loud music.
"Yeah! It's so awesome here! Let's stay here forever!" Enthusiastically, he shook my arms violently.
"ARII!! TSUMTSUM!!" Bokuto came around the corner after he wanted to get something to drink. "I think we should stop twerking! Apparently only homeless people do that!"
"Why is that?", I asked while laughing, looking forward to the absurd answer.
"I was already asked by the third girl if I know where I would sleep tonight! Why do they keep asking me this question? - it is because of this dance of yours! People think I'm homeless! It makes me homeless!"
Oh Bokuto, you're so pure.
While I tried to suppress my laughter, Atsumu pulled Bokuto towards him by placing an arm around his shoulder."Bo-kun-," he started, but interrupted himself because he had to turn his head away laughing. After composing himself, he looked again at a now even more confused looking Bokuto. Atsumu cleared his throat. "Bo-kun. How should I explain this to ya?" Atsumu pretended to think for a moment. "They don't think yer homeless, big boy. They want your D."
There was a big question mark on the gray-haired boy's face. "My D? Why do they want a letter from me?"
He looked at me searching for help, whereupon I turned around. Bokuto's cluelessness was too funny at times, but he didn't have to see how much I had to laugh because of that.
"WHAT?!" he suddenly yelled, which is why I turned around again. With a bright red head, he looked at Atsumu, who still had his arm around the spiker, grinning at him with an ambiguous look. I strongly suspected that he had explained him what these girls were after.
"Yes my friend, they want ya."
Bokuto blushed so much I was afraid he was about to keel over.
"B-but you can't do that, can you?! You - you can only do that with someone you love?!"
Laughing, Atsumu leaned on his knees, releasing Bokuto from his grip. Apparently, he found his teammate's statement so funny that he could hardly stand on his feet - what an idiot. Not everyone can have such a pure soul as Bokuto.
Outraged, he ran to me. His hands grabbed me tightly by the shoulders and shook me just as hard. "Ari! Help me, I'm so confused! You are my little sister - my own blood! My child! You only have sex with people you love, right?"
"Hey-" I tried to free myself from his grip. "Hey! I'm getting dizzy!" I shouted until he finally let go of me. "One" I started after I recovered my balance weight. "How many times do I have to tell you; I am not your sister. And even if I were, then I wouldn't be your child? What the heck Bo, who taught you biology?"
"I'd like to know that too!" Atsumu calmed down again, but still grinned widely. "What school did'cha go to? Sex education: Safer sex means sex with a condom and only with the person ya love BHAHAH-"
"Shut up." I pushed him off since Bokuto started going into his emo phase. "Bokuto," I said and put a hand on his shoulder. "You do what you think is right. If you only want to do it with a person you love, that's beautiful! But you can also do it with any other person if you feel good about it. Don't listen to that jerk behind me, he's just jealous because not a single girl tried to hit on him."
"HEY!", I heard Atsumu's offended cry behind me as Bokuto started beaming again. "So you've only slept with people ya had feelings for so far," the Setter suddenly asked his Spiker seriously.
Embarrassed, Bokuto scratched his cheek. "I- I think? You didn't?"
I already noticed how Atsumu wanted to make his next comment, so I hit him in the pit of his stomach with my elbow. Panting, he thus fasted to his stomach, unable to continue speaking.
"That's nice Bokuto," I smiled at him, which brightened his face again.
"Ari-chan stop hurting me," Atsumu moaned, "I wasn't going to make fun of him, I wanted to answer his question."
His question? Oh, I see. Oh...
"So, Ari~?", Atsumu purred cheerfully again. "What is yer opinion on this?"
"No. We're not having this conversation." Without further ado, I moved toward the bar. I would certainly not answer that question. "I'm going to get a drink."
"Common, Ari! I thought we tell each other everything?!" Atsumu cried after me.
"No, we don't~"
No, we don't. And for the moment it was better that way.
I wriggled my way through the crowd. It was just in time to go to the bar, I wanted to check on Kiyoomi anyway. I was very surprised that he had come along and for some reason I felt a little in charge of it.
Just before the bar I was suddenly grabbed by my wrist and pressed against a hard chest.
Surprised, I looked into the face of my opponent. An unknown good-looking southern boy grinned down at me. While one of his hands was still holding my wrist, the other hand slowly moved over my side.
A cold shiver ran down my spine while my heart was pounding up to my neck.
"Please let go of me," I asked him politely in English, as the Spanish words suddenly slipped my mind.
"Oh come on, don't make such a fuss," he whispered as he pulled me closer.
Just as I was about to ram my knee between his legs, his hand was torn away from me.
"Are you deaf or something? She told you to let her go."
I felt relief when Inunaki came between me and that guy. Even though he was smaller than the strange guy, Inunaki's ice-cold eyes caused even the tallest man to feel uneasy. "Get the hell out of here."
"Ay, Dios mio. You tourists are such a pain in the ass." And off he went.
I thankfully smiled at Inunaki. I'm sure I could have handled it on my own, but I couldn't deny that I was a bit afraid of such situations.
"You shouldn't walk around by yourself," he rebuked me. "Where is the rest of your squad?"
"They're dancing, I just wanted to get something to drink," I said sheepishly.
"I'll take you to the bar. Wait here." His last sentence was not directed at me, which is why I looked over my shoulder in surprise as I was led to the bar by Inunaki.
Where we were standing until just a moment ago there was a petite blonde girl who was watching Inunaki with reddened cheeks.
A grin spread on my lips. Yes, that's how things are with Inunaki. With a side glance I watched the libero, who tried to play cool.
Atsumu always pretends to be the playboy, but the true womanizer was and still is Inunaki. Each time we party, he disappeared towards the end - not without a pretty girl around his arm.
"Stop looking at me like that," he said with a slight red glint on his cheeks, while his gaze was stubbornly straightened.
Grinning, I bit my tongue to keep my comments to myself.
Arriving at the bar, I looked around in confusion, "Where is everybody?" Other people were now sitting in the seats we had previously occupied.
"Meian-san texted me that he went back to the hotel together with Sakusa," he told me with a shrug. "What would you like?"
They left? Was Kiyoomi not feeling well?
***
"Like I said, you can sleep at mine."
"No, I think he's actually still awake. If not, I'll come by."
After a few more hours we went back to the hotel - without Inunaki on board. Only in the cab I noticed that Kiyoomi had taken my bag and thus also my cell phone as well as my room card.
"Okay. I'll wait until he opens up for ya."
"That's not necessary, Tsumu. As I said, I'll just come over if he's asleep," I smiled at him, pushing him towards his room.
"What? No, it's already late. I'll wait."
Sighing, I wondered what I could possibly tell him to leave. I couldn't exactly tell him what would happen if I saw Kiyoomi now... It was a pity that he left the party so soon. He had dressed up and looked incredibly good in his black shirt, under which his muscles looked so good-
"Ariiiisa? Are ya daydreaming, again?", Atsumu tore me out of my thoughts.
Shaking my head, I tried to get the pictures out of my head.
"Just come to my room. Omi will probably be annoyed if ya wake him up."
I thoughtfully tilted my head. I wondered if he might indeed be asleep already? "Do you think so?"
"I'm positive." He grabbed my hand and was already pulling me with him. "Let's have a sleepover~"
We hadn't walked two steps when Kiyoomi's door opened with a loud slam. Stunned, Atsumu and I stopped before looking at Kiyoomi, who glared down at us with a sinister look.
"I am awake. And even if I wasn't, I would be by now. Both. Of. You. Are. Much. Too. Loud," he pressed every word. His dark eyes flitted over Atsumu and my hand, which the blond boy was still holding. I quickly took it away from him, fearing that Kiyoomi would slaughter him with his gaze otherwise.
"Okaaay hehe," said Atsumu with a pale face and forced smile. "I think I'll be going."
"I think so too," Kiyoomi confirmed, still looking gloomy.
"Good night you two!" During his farewell, he already sprinted towards his room.
"Was that necessary?", I asked with a perspired smile.
"Tch. These guys are buzzing around you like flies on shit."
With my eyes slightly narrowed, I looked at my counterpart. "Did you just call me a pile of shit?" Without answering me, Kiyoomi went back to his room. What a charmer.
Just as I was about to follow him, he came back, my bag in his hand. "Here" he handed it to me.
"Thank you." Shortly before my fingers could touch the strap of the bag, he pulled it towards him a little; causing me to look him in the eyes in question.
Yet he didn't say anything, just examined me. A little hesitant, he finally asked: "Umm. Did he... talk to you?" I could clearly see how he had to swallow hard when he asked his question. Strange...
Talk to me? Who?
"Who?", I spoke out the question in my head. Whereupon something like relief flashed through his eyes. What the-
"Oh, no one," he replied somewhat too quickly.
"You're behaving strangely," I murmured as I took the bag out of his hand, never taking my eyes off him. "Why? Has someone asked for me?", I drilled further.
"No. Never mind."
Ugh! I hated it when someone does this! But it was no use. With a desperate sigh I turned around. There was no point in trying to make Sakusa Kiyoomi talk. He can be stubborn if he wants to. "Don't start something like that if you don't want to tell me. It arouses my curiosity needlessly."
With puffy cheeks, I strode off to my room, unlocking the door. As I took a step into the dark room, I stopped to look over my shoulder, giving Kiyoomi a side glance. "Do you need a formal invitation?"
I was sure Kiyoomi didn't want me to know, and I bet he thinks I didn't hear. But I did and my heart was racing like crazy. I heard it - his light laughter at my plump question, which wasn't very familiar from me.
I silently smiled to myself, whishing he would do it more often. I don't know if it's because of it's sound or because of the warm feeling I get whenever I hear it.
***
Supported by the shower head bracket with one hand and the wet wall with the other, I pressed my soaped back even tighter against Kiyoomi's firm upper body.
His muscular arms were closing my naked body. At the same time he massaged my left breast with one hand while the fingers of his right hand took care of my clitoris.
"Kiyoomi," I whimpered hoarsely. His fingers rubbed over my hot center at a steady pace, but didn't enter. I pressed my pelvis even closer to him, feeling his erect cock on my back now.
The hand that had just lingered on my nipple was now on my butt. Without warning he spread it a little bit, which made me open my eyes in shock. Not a second later I felt his tip rubbing against my slit.
"Kiyoomi wait-"
"Don't worry. I'm not putting it in. I just want to rub him on it," he reassured me after hearing the slight panic in my voice.
Relieved, I exhaled and tried to relax. I had tried a lot of new stuff with Kiyoomi, but anal sex was out of the question for me. At least for now.
I couldn't help but admit that it felt incredibly good when he was rubbing his full length against me, starting with his tip from my coccyx to my clitoris. His hands again ran hot over my body until he fixed my wrists above my head with one hand and placed the other one on my hip.
His movements made me lose my mind. I almost became dizzy from all the lust he caused inside me.
The tip of his cock slowly made its way into my entrance, making me gasp excitedly. He leaned forward until his upper body was completely against my back. "Do you like it?" he whispered into my ear.
His question created goose bumps as a matter of course. He didn't need my answer, because my body exposed me without a problem. Nevertheless, I bit my lower lip and nodded timidly.
"Say it," he demanded determinedly, while he rubbed himself more firmly against me, which elicited a hotter groan from me. "Tell me how much you like it. Tell me what you want me to do."
My head was so befogged that I was not able to form a clear sentence. His cock felt so good on me. My body language said everything, my wet womanhood was supposed to say everything; but apparently it wasn't enough for him because he pulled back all of a sudden.
An uncomfortable chill spread on my back despite the warm water, as his chest was no longer warming it.
I looked over my shoulder, breathing heavily. Kiyoomi looked at me provocatively. "Tell me what you want Arisa. I want to hear it."
Every fiber of my body cries out for you, idiot! Don't he realize?
With legs feeling weak from the arousal he caused, I turned to him and tried to appear more steadfast than I was.
"Tell me," he demanded with an arrogant condescending look that turned me on in the strangest way.
"Kiyoomi you are such a kinky bastard", I grinned as well, wrapping my arms around his neck before pulling him down to me. "You know exactly what I want."
"As if you don't like my kinky manners," he whispered with that sexy grin of his and those half-closed eyes that looked so haughty at me. The black-haired handsome guy before me bent down further, causing our noses to almost touch. "Say. It."
My mouth moved to his ear, like he had done so many times already. I didn't know where this sudden self-confidence came from, as I had been rather shy and withdrawn during sex until now. Maybe it was because we had been doing it for a while. Maybe because I was overtired and therefore overcouraged. But maybe, maybe it was because I felt very comfortable around him.
So, I leaned closer to him, whispering seductively. "Fuck me. Hard. Against the wall."
"There you go, good girl," he murmured, and I didn't have to look at him to know how wide his grin had to be.
With a jerk he lifted me up by my legs, so suddenly that I almost cried out in shock. But I didn't have time for such a scream because Kiyoomi's mouth on my neck made it hard enough for me to breathe.
Sighing, I clawed my fingers into his wet curls while his teeth brushed from my neck over my shoulder. With my legs soaped up, it was easy for Kiyoomi to let his big hands slide up and down on them while they were tightly wrapped around him. My back was pressed against the wet wall of the shower, just like I told him to.
His forearms supported my thighs while his hands grabbed my butt. The tip of his cock was tapping teasingly against my entrance.
Impatiently my legs automatically pressed him closer towards. "God Kiyoomi, stop teasing and do it already!"
He lightly sipped at my earlobe. "So impatient," he whispered. But finally fulfilled my wishes by completely entering me.
Moaning I tightened my legs around him and clawed into his strong back. I lustfully threw my head backwards while he thrust rhythmically into me. A wet trail of kisses was spread from my neck to my chin.
His speed increased slightly, which also caused him to start panting. "Right now. Right here" he said in between his moans. "You belong only to me."
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Srsly this chapter was a pain in the ass - had to re-write it 3 times. Hope you still enjoyed it!
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Erros will be corrected later (damn there were a fucking lot in the last one lol 😅)