Avispa Fukuoka romance sex

After the final whistle at Best Denki Stadium, the crowds thinned and the lights dimmed. Avi-kun and Vivi-chan slipped away from the last of the staff, hand in hand, wings fluttering with leftover adrenaline. Their “marriage” had been a public show years ago, but the private heat between them had only grown since they both turned eighteen. Tonight the locker-room corridor was empty, the air still smelling of turf and sweat.

Vivi-chan pushed Avi-kun back against the cool concrete wall, her soft peach muzzle brushing his. “You were so loud out there for the fans,” she whispered, voice low and warm. “Now I want you loud only for me.”

She sank to her knees on the rubber flooring. Her white-gloved hands worked open the front of his silver-gray armor, then tugged the fabric of his lower body aside until his cock sprang free—thick, already half-hard, the shaft flushed darker than his navy limbs, the head smooth and glistening. Vivi-chan’s glossy black eyes, framed by pink eyeshadow and long lashes, looked up at him with open affection and hunger.

She licked a slow stripe from the base to the tip, tasting the salt of his skin, then opened her mouth and took him in. Warm, wet heat closed around the head of his cock. She sucked gently at first, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as she drew him deeper. Avi-kun’s antennae twitched; a low groan rolled out of his throat. One of his four-fingered white gloves tangled carefully in the fluffy white plumage at the top of her head, not forcing, only holding on while she worked him with practiced, loving strokes of her mouth.

She bobbed slowly, taking more of his length each time until her nose brushed the base and her throat fluttered around him. Spit slicked her lips and chin. She pulled off with a soft pop, stroked him with both hands while she caught her breath, then dove back down, sucking harder, humming around his cock so the vibration made his striped abdomen tighten.

“Vivi… fuck, your mouth,” he rasped.

She pulled away again, stood, and kissed him deeply so he could taste himself on her tongue. Then she turned, planted her hands on the wall, and lifted the hem of her navy skirt. Beneath it her pussy was already wet, the soft folds of her peach-toned skin flushed and glistening between her white-clad thighs. Avi-kun dropped to his knees behind her, spread her gently with his gloved fingers, and dragged his tongue the full length of her slit. He licked her slowly, deliberately, circling her clit, dipping inside her entrance, lapping up every drop of her arousal while she moaned and pushed back against his face.

When she was trembling and dripping, he stood, aligned the thick head of his cock with her entrance, and pushed in with one long, steady thrust. Her pussy stretched around him, hot and slick, walls fluttering as she took every inch. They both groaned at the full feeling—her tight heat wrapped around his cock, his hips pressed flush to her striped abdomen.

He started to move. Slow, deep strokes at first, letting her feel the drag of his shaft against her inner walls. Vivi-chan’s wings fluttered; her antennae quivered. She reached back to hold one of his hands while he fucked her against the wall, the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy filling the quiet corridor.

“Harder,” she breathed. “I want to feel you tomorrow.”

Avi-kun gripped her hips and gave her what she asked for—strong, rhythmic thrusts that made her skirt bounce and her soft moans turn into sharper cries. He changed the angle, tilting her hips so the head of his cock rubbed that sensitive spot inside her on every stroke. Her pussy clenched tighter around him. One of his hands slipped around to rub her clit in tight circles while he kept pounding into her.

They shifted positions without pulling apart. He sat on a low bench, and she straddled him, facing him, sinking back down onto his cock until she was fully seated. Her navy skirt pooled around their joined bodies. She rolled her hips, riding him with rolling, grinding motions, her white-gloved hands braced on his silver-gray chest plate. Avi-kun’s hands cupped her ass, helping lift and drop her so his cock drove deep into her pussy again and again. Their muzzles met in open-mouthed kisses, tongues sliding together while the wet slap of her body meeting his filled the space.

When her thighs began to shake he stood, still inside her, carried her a few steps, and laid her on her back across a wide equipment table. He hooked her white-clad legs over his shoulders and drove into her harder, deeper, the new angle letting him bottom out completely. Vivi-chan’s eyes fluttered; her pussy fluttered around his cock. She came first, a long, shuddering orgasm that made her walls squeeze and pulse, flooding his shaft with fresh slickness. He fucked her through it, never slowing, chasing his own peak.

“Inside,” she whispered, voice broken with pleasure. “Give it to me. Creampie me, Avi.”

He thrust once more, twice, then buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep groan. Thick pulses of cum flooded her pussy, coating her walls, overflowing around the base of his cock and dripping down onto the table as he kept rocking gently through the aftershocks. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, foreheads touching, antennae brushing.

After a long moment he eased out. A slow trickle of his cum slipped from her well-fucked pussy. Vivi-chan reached down, gathered some on her fingers, and licked them clean with a soft, satisfied sound. Then she pulled him down for another slow kiss, tasting the mix of both of them.

They cleaned up as best they could with spare towels, straightened their costumes, and walked out into the cool Fukuoka night still holding hands, bodies pleasantly sore and full of each other. The stadium lights were off. Only the two of them remained—Avi-kun and Vivi-chan, eighteen, married, and thoroughly, lovingly fucked.