tennis!player reader is coach!tojiâs favorite.
he lives for that tight little tennis skirt, catching the way it lifts whenever you run to hit the ball across the net to the other player, the soft cling of the sweat-damp fabric hugging your ass. and if weâre being honest? he doesnât give a damn about the matches or what the other players are doing. he doesnât care about whoâs winning, the man wonât even keep track of his own teamâs score. heâs only there to ogle at the sweet bounce of your tits while you play, shamelessly spreading his legs to palm his cock through his pants like some juvenile pervert as you dart across the court.
heâs been coaching for years, working with the regular surplus of mediocre athletes. but girls like you? fresh, soft, and stupidly sweet? they make his job fun again. he stares at you whenever skip over to him after practice, face flushed, hair damp, oversized tennis bag swinging on your shoulder like you didnât just spend an hour being his personal wet dream. âdid i do good today, coach?â
itâs always a bit refreshing to see a new, sexy girl like you on the team, anyways.
âyou did real good out there, y/n.â heâd congratulate, and youâbeing clueless, oblivious and so damn cuteâjust gave him a polite smile and chirped out a âthank you!â not having the slightest idea about what youâre doing to him.
you wouldâve never guessed it, how many times heâs stroked his fat cock with your sweaty panties wrapped around it, huffing and muttering your name in the dark of the locker room after he stole them from your bag. you donât know how long heâs been imaging warm cunt milking him, your voice all breathy and wrecked as you bounce on his dick like you need it.
all of those dirty stares, all the times he fucked his fist thinking about your dumb little faceânow itâs real. youâre finally in his lap, moaning and drooling as his thick length splits you open.
âmake me cum, and no practice for a week, that sound good?â toji groans, his voice steady and dominant as ever while you struggle to even think straight, every slow, tingling stretch of his cock inside of you, every time his fat tip hits your cervix makes your brain short circuit. âmhmâyesâfuck, toji!â you whimper, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as you keep bouncing. the sound of your plush ass smacking against his hips fills the room, wet and filthy.
"this tight pussy's gonna make 'er old man bust like a fuckinâ loser without shame, hm?" he teases, voice dripping with mockery as he slaps your ass, making you whine as it leaves a stinging red handprint. you sharply suck in a breath of air, clutching at his knees as you keep rolling your hips. every bounce forces his thick cock even deeper, his tip knocking at your cervix like itâs trying to break through. tojiâs large, calloused and move to hold your hips, squeezing the fat as your plush skin spills between the gaps of his fingers. he drags you down harder, using you like a toy and your hips grind messily against him as his cock bullies your guts. âd-donât cum inside!â you plead, even as your pussy clamps down around him, wet and twitching, clinging like it wants him to breed you. âdonâtââ
toji just laughs, low, breathless, mean.
âyeah? sayinâ that while this greedy cuntâs suckinâ me in like it wants every drop?â he grits out, watching your body tremble as he grips his hips tighter. âdumb lil thing doesnât even know what it wants, huh?â
you shake your head weakly, but you canât answer, not with the way heâs fucking up into you now, the way his fat cock is bruising your insides, hitting that spot that makes you clench and cry out and fall apart all over again.
"shit, youâre really tryinâ to squeeze it outta me, arenât you?â he growls, sweat beading along his brow. âgonna fill this pretty college pussy up, baby. gonna stuff you full.â
âtojiâfuckâplease, please donâtââ your words break off into a pathetic little sob, voice pitchy, desperate.
âaww, listen to you,â he coos mockingly, slapping your ass. âtoo dumb to think, too cockdrunk to stop me. you were begginâ to get bred the second you climbed into my lap, werenât you?â
your eyes roll back as he fucks up into you, rough and relentless, the slap of your soaked cunt against his thighs echoing filthy through the empty locker room.
âbet youâd look real pretty knocked up,â he pants, voice rough, right in your ear. âtummy all round with my kid, still wearinâ that tiny little skirt like a fuckinâ slut. showinâ off who you belong to.â
youâre twitching in his lap, body convulsing as another orgasm slams through youâand thatâs all it takes.
âfuck, babyâhere it comesââ he grits, slamming up hard, cock buried to the hilt as he cums inside you, thick and hot and endless. you can feel it paint your insides, leaking out around his cock in slow, lazy drips.
he stays there for a moment, buried deep, pulsing, and panting, before you slowly raise your hips, letting his limp cock slowly pull out with a wet, messy squelch. and then he grabs your ass, spreading you wide so he can watch. he reaches down, stroking his slick cock lazily as he watches his cum drip down your thighs âlook at that,â he groans, thumbing your swollen folds open. âfuckinâ leaking all over me. i filled you so deep itâs spillinâ out.â
you whimper, twitching from overstimulation, and he just smirks.
âwhat a good little cumdump. âm gonna have to fuck it back in, yeah? make sure it sticks. canât have my pretty toy wastinâ a single drop.â
âdonât worry, baby. coachâll take real good care of you. just keep showinâ up in that cute lilâ skirt, lettinâ me breed this dumb pussy every time you âearn a break.â fuck practice, youâre better off gettinâ knocked up for me.â