cw fingers in mouth, male reader
"You’re a cheat, Aiku!" you spat, stepping into his space. "That slide tackle was filth and you know it."
The locker room door slammed shut, echoing like a gunshot. You were still vibrating with post match fury, your chest heaving under your jersey.
Oliver aiku leaned against his locker, peeling his gloves off with a maddening slow composure. His gaze turned to you, his height making him look down at you with his pretty eyes.
"Don’t you talk too much when you lose?" he rumbled, his voice smooth as oil.
"I’m talking because you’re a fraud," you spat shoving a finger into the center of his chest. "You didn't win that. You played dirty because you knew I had you beat."
Aiku didn’t even stumble. his eyes was busy tracking the way your chest heaved with every jagged breath.
"Fraud? That's rich coming from a striker who spent more time on the grass than the ball," he countered, "It’s pathetic, all that ego and you'd rather spend the post game barking like a dog than actually looking at the scoreboard."
You grabbed the front of his damp jersey, twisting the fabric into your fist to jerk him down. “Don’t even call me—”
Aiku’s hand interrupted you mid sentence. his hand was firm against your jaw, pinning your head back against the cold metal. You gasped in surprise, but he didn't give you the chance to recover.
“What are you—”
"You want to put your hands on me that bad?" He pressed his thumb and forefinger against your lips, forcing them apart. With a blunt, possessive shove, he slid two fingers into your mouth, hooking them over your bottom teeth. The taste of salt and sweat hit your tongue instantly.
“Aiku—” The way you said his name wasn’t meant to be a moan at all, but it came out as one.
You froze, your eyes blown wide as he used the leverage to tilt your face up toward his. The air in the room suddenly felt twice as hot.
He didn't pull out. He just watched you, his fingers shifting heavy and dominant against your tongue, waiting to see if you’d bite or break.
“Don’t you look much better like this? With your pretty mouth shut and moaning my name around my fingers.” His stupid fucking smirk was annoying.
Still, both of you couldn't help but notice the way your cock twitched at this.
