The Real MVP

“Once again, I’m proud of you all ladies! See you all next season!”

“Thank you, Coach!”

The girls and I make one last huddle in the locker room before we slowly go our separate ways.

I make my way back to my office, the corridors now eerily quiet as the last of the celebrations died down.

Yet, as I approached my door, I could already sense a pair of eyes staring at me, small yet very familiar eyes that gazed back on me in places that shouldn’t have been between a coach and his athlete.

I make my way inside, leaving the door partially closed for her to come in.

I leaned back against my table, my ass partially sitting on the wooden surface as I looked back towards the door. The sequence was one and the same. I go inside, I get a minute’s respite, and suddenly I get a knock on the door.

*knock *knock *knock

“Come in…” I uttered, same phrase I’ve said for nearly a year now.

The door opened and sure enough, the same petite figure stood there.

“Hello, Coach… May I come in?” The girl said, Naoi Rei’s cute yet utterly seductive voice filling my office like a void.

“Yes, Rei. Please close the door.” I said nonchalantly, like it was just another simple request.

I used to tell the girl to lock the door, but after four months of *playing* behind closed doors, her body just knew the routine. The click of the deadbolt echoed through my office, a sharp sound that signaled the end of the collegiate season and the start of our own *match* behind closed doors.

“You played well today, MVP…” I uttered, my eyes already glued to how her team’s libero shirt stuffed her voluptuous frame and her shorts hugged those thick thighs and her fat ass.

“Hehe, You always call me that…” She replied, the distance between slowly becoming smaller.

“I barely had any play time… You could’ve let me play the 5th set…” She added, our bodies dangerously close now with one another.

“I couldn’t risk it… You were going neck and neck with one another… It was better for Gaeul to have been there instead…” I explained, though a part of me lied knowing Rei was just as skilled as her teammate.

“Besides…” I added, my hands cupping her face now to look at me, her soft fluffy cheeks molding against my palms.

“You’re still *my* MVP…” I uttered, stealing a kiss on the girl’s lips.

“And you’re still the best Coach as well…” She replied.

I was truly kissing the girl now, claiming her lips like a secret trying to escape. My hands held her in places way too inappropriate for a workplace, sliding down from her cheeks to grip the heavy curve of her ass, pulling her flush against my crotch. She let out a muffled moan, her small hands twisting into the fabric of my polo shirt as she arched her back, pushing her chest into me.

“Still so fucking soft…” I uttered, my hand tugging down on her shorts, flaunting a thong I’ve seen at least a couple times.

“And Coach is still so hard…” She replied, kicking off her legs to help me pull down her undergarments.

“I’m always hard for you…” I uttered back.

My pants came down afterwards and Rei didn’t think twice to kneel down and take me in.

My head snapped back the moment I felt her maw filled my cock! Even after nearly a year, I still asked myself, how on earth was this girl so good at this? She might not have the stage for individual awards, yet sucking my dick was a skill Naoi Rei excelled at completely.

I looked down and still got mesmerized at the sight. Naoi Rei, 22 years old, 3rd libero for the IVE Dives, a team I personally built back up from their worst season last year.

While Jang Wonyoung and Ahn Yujin received the best player awards, Naoi Rei was my silent killer. You might not see her often on the pitch. She might not be on your social media algorithm when talking about the IVE Dives.

But she didn’t have to, especially when she was on her knees like this, her mouth moving in a rhythm like a drill practiced several hundreds of times. She was a risk worth taking. I thought about doing this with Wonyoung or Yujin, but those two were way too popular and way too exposed for such games.

Naoi Rei on the other hand was SO into it. If memory serves, it was her who started the *accidental* touches and bumps between us. Our hands have touched in the equipment room, our bodies have brushed in the crowded hallway, and her skin has grazed mine more times than I can count. Each time felt like a spark of adrenaline, a secret signal that she was waiting for me to make a move.

And when we were alone that night nearly a year ago after celebrating an upset win against the heavy favorites, Nmixx Nswers, we both caved into our lust, our hands truly exploring each other’s bodies now.

It always happened in this very same room, every Saturday night in our home court, the last game of the week. In victory or defeat, my Saturday nights ended with Naoi Rei’s body attached to mine, her mouth working over my length with a hungry and desperate precision.

She didn’t just suck; she played with it, using her tongue to swirl around the head and her lips to create a vacuum that felt like it was pulling my soul right out through my cock. I groaned loudly, my fingers digging into her scalp as I pulled her closer into me, pushing myself further into her, fucking her face that was so full of innocence on the surface yet so full of lust underneath her cute exterior.

“F-Fuck Rei… Show me your tits…” I grunted.

She spits out my dick before taking off her shirt and bra, her massive tits spilling free from the confines of her rather undersized shirt.

Like seriously, one can’t possibly be foolish enough to not notice the sheer size of her breasts for a small girl like her! While her giant chest may have prevented her from effectively jumping high, they never bothered her one bit from setting up a play, moving at the right positions for Wonyoung to throw the heavy spike or Yujin to seal the win.

But right now, they were set up for a different kind of play. I didn’t even have time to breathe before she lunged forward, pressing those heavy, warm mounds against my cock, her soft flesh molding and squeezing around my dick like smooth soft pillows.

I thought, Jeez! It has been 16 weeks since we started this affair, yet it still felt like that night against Nmixx where my brain just short-circuited. I let out a ragged breath, my hips instinctively twitching as Rei starts sliding her mounds up and down.

The girl wasn’t waiting. She slides her breasts up and down like she was banging her fists against my table, like an angry yet determined little cat. The friction was maddening; the heat of her skin combined with the natural sweat from the game created a lubricant that made my cock slide effortlessly between those two heavy globes. Every time she pressed in, her nipples grazed the underside of my shaft, sending jagged bolts of pleasure straight to my gut.

I watched her face, her eyes hooded and glazed, as she watched her own chest being stretched and pushed by the thickness of me. She even pulls out her tongue, reaching out what she could lick from my dick as my tip often crashed on her lips. Rei didn’t just move; she squeezed, using the strength in her chest muscles to clamp those heavy mounds together, trapping my cock in a tight, fleshy tunnel of warmth.

“Oh god… Get up… I want you now…” I gestured.

The girl was quick to oblige, standing up to bend over my desk without needing to be told. This was all instinct now, body language drilled into her from weeks of secret rendezvous here in my office.

I plan to change that soon, but for now, this desk was going to meet her frame once more as I adjusted myself on her backside and filled her up in one go.

“Oh, God…” We both groaned, the sheer tightness of her clit and the sheer size of my girth filling and contracting on another’s.

I didn’t just slide in; I slammed into her, the wooden desk creaking under the sudden impact of our bodies. Rei’s back arched like a bowstring, her fingers clawing into the mahogany surface, her muffled scream hitting the wood as I buried myself deep against her cervix. The fit was fucking obscene, still fucking obscene even after 16 straight weeks, her soft wet heat molding to every vein and ridge of my shaft.

“G-God, Rei… How do you still barely fit?” I uttered, though I didn’t need to hear her response.

I just slammed back in, thrusting in and out of the young girl like she was a piece of equipment I was trying to break. Her muffled whimpers turned into high-pitched, rhythmic wails that echoed off the walls, her body shaking with every heavy impact. I didn’t give her a second to recover, gripping her hips and pulling her back against me to deepen the angle, driving myself into her until the desk slid a few inches across the linoleum floor.

“That’s it… That’s my good libero… My MVP…” I grunted, growling into her ear when I pulled her up against my chest, my hands holding her in place through her large tits that totally filled my hands.

“Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, Coach! Yes! Yes!”

She was always loud when it came to rough sex. But tonight, her voice seemed to have reached a decibel higher. I wondered why. Was it because we won the whole thing? Or was it simply because the season was over?