friendly competition──.✧ ݁˖
garrett graham x fem!reader
when garrett dares you to sneak into the locker room after practice, you’re eager to show him that you can rise to the challenge
cw: 18+ mdni, smut, voyeurism, sexual bets + dares, blowjob, deep throating, ball worship, cum play + eating, taunting/teasing, mention of oral f!receiving, mixed pov, reader has breasts that move, fluffy ending (words: +2.7k) based on this ask requesting some locker room action ⊹ ࣪ ˖
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While the rest of his teammates headed off the ice to hit the showers after a grueling evening practice, Garrett informed them he was going to stick around late to run drills and talk strategy with Coach Jensen in preparation for their upcoming game.
It was a decision that didn’t strike any of the other players as unusual or even remotely suspicious—in his position as captain, Garrett always went above and beyond in his efforts for the team.
By the time the remaining stragglers had gathered their things and headed outside to their cars, it was already getting late, and the near-empty arena had descended into an almost eerie silence.
Once the coast was clear, you slipped out of your hiding place in the green room then quickly made your way through the building by memory, footsteps echoing in the empty hallways as you headed to your destination.
The air in the men’s dressing room hung heavy with steam and the faint scent of lingering cologne as you shrugged off your shirt and stepped out of your jeans, safely stowing them away in one of the nearby empty lockers.
Ignoring the anxious butterflies that fluttered in your stomach, you tiptoed past the benches and player’s lockers, following the muted sound of running water in the distance. As you rounded the corner to enter the showers, you held your breath, unsure of what might await you on the other side. But all of your nervousness melted away in an instant when you beheld the glorious sight of the naked man before you.
Garrett’s back was turned—body wet, slick and shining. Each toned facet of his muscular form flexing in unison and accentuated by the stark overhead light.
Unaware of your presence, he hummed a quiet tune to himself as he lathered his body with soap—the sudsy rivulets trailing down over the well-defined pecs and abs that tapered to a chiseled v-line, perfect for tracing with your tongue.
When he turned to the side, his thick cock bobbed with the motion, impressive even in its semi-erect state. Mouth parted in wonder, you couldn’t tear your eyes from how it swayed above the heavy balls that were framed by neatly trimmed thatch of dark hair.
It was as if his body was a feast on display and you were starving, your insatiable eyes unsure of where to look first.
Eventually he turned around to face you, head tilted back to use both hands to rinse his hair, the action drawing your gaze to biceps that looked like they’d been sculpted by the hands of the gods themselves.
Suddenly you were overwhelmed with visions of falling to your knees under the streamy spray and worshipping him the way a true work of art deserved.
As if reading your mind, a cocky smile graced his lips when he opened his eyes and caught you staring. “Well, well. Look who’s here.”
He didn’t seem fazed at all by your presence, standing proudly before you without an ounce of shame. In contrast, your cheeks started to burn when you caught his eagle eyes darting down to where you’d clenched your thighs together in an effort to lessen the growing ache between them.
Regaining some of your composure, you raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “Guess this means I win.”
When you’d been texting each other the night before, he’d bet that you wouldn’t have the guts to sneak into the locker room showers to hook up after practice—a risky proposal that you’d taken some time to consider. Of course, all of the prodding and teasing that followed had only made you more determined to prove him wrong—something that was par for the course in your relationship with Garrett.
Since meeting each other a few months prior in one of your shared classes, sparks had flown between you and the flirty star athlete who was known on campus as an unapologetic Casanova. You’d started out comparing your scores on tests and assignments, trying to outdo each other’s grades. But it hadn’t taken long before you, and your competitiveness, had made its way to the bedroom.
Even though your feelings for Garrett grew stronger every day, you knew that to him it was all just a game—which you told yourself was fine as long you were having fun.
And oh, what fun you had.
As lovers, the two of you were perfectly matched in every way, but as competitors, you were even better. And there was no way in hell you were going to back down from one of his challenges—especially not one with such a tantalizing prize.
As you took a step closer, he drank in the sight of the black sheer lace bra and panties you’d recently purchased in his favorite color. A racy set that fit your body like a glove.
“Didn’t see you in the stands. Figured maybe you chickened out,” he teased, eyes flashing with mischievous fire. He loved nothing more than to rile you up and get you going.
You scoffed at him, “Not a chance. What kind of pussy do you take me for, Graham?”
Chuckling at your crude response, he let a hand run down his glistening chest, a smug grin overtaking his face as he watched your eyes follow its path.
He took another step closer, face mere inches from yours. Full lips so close you could almost taste them. “You kiss your dates with that mouth?”
Biting down on your lower lip, you shook your head. “Not exactly.”
Then taking that as your cue, you sank down onto your knees on the wet floor before his feet. Grinning up at him, you bounced back on the balls of your heels to make your breasts jiggle in the delicate lace cups.
“You like my new bra, Garrett? I wore it just for you.”
Wet curls fell into his face as he watched the soft motion of your tits beneath the sheer material. “Yeah, you gonna take it off for me too?”
Smiling, you reached behind your back to undo the clasp then let the straps slowly drape down your shoulders. He wet his lips with the tip of his tongue as he watched your breasts bounce free of the cups, nipples stiffening to firm peaks despite the humid air of the shower.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he murmured in approval as you shuffled a bit closer on your knees. From your position on the floor, he looked like a giant towering over you with his broad shoulders and thick muscular thighs covered in a soft dusting of dark hair.
Running your hands from his calves up to his thighs, you let the sharp tips of your nails sink into the flesh just a little. Just enough to make him groan out loud.
“Can I have my prize, now?” you implored in a cloyingly sweet voice while batting your lashes in the way that always got you what you wanted. “I won the bet, so it’s only fair.”
With his dark gaze locked on yours, he reached down to give himself a few lazy strokes. “Yeah? You think you can take it?”
In response, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue so that he could tap the head of his cock against the warm muscle. He was already hard and oh so pretty—longer than average with a thick and veiny girth that landed heavy on your tongue with a satisfying weight.
With a whimper of impatience, you reached up to replace his hand with yours. His cock was still slick and wet from the shower so your palm glided with ease as you stroked him a few times with a practiced flick of your wrist. You grinned to yourself when his hips jerked slightly to chase the slow thrust of your hand.
“Look at me,” he commanded in a soft voice and you obeyed, tilting your head back to gaze up at him with wide eyes already blown out and glassy with desire.
Leaning forward, you pressed a few soft kisses to his leaking tip as you stroked him, licking your lips and humming in satisfaction at the salty tang of his precum. Then he inhaled a sharp intake of breath as you flattened your tongue and proceeded to lick him slowly from base to tip, tracing a path along the thick vein on the underside of his shaft.
“Oh fuck—” he groaned, spreading his feet slightly wider apart to broaden his stance and keep his balance.
Spurred on by his reaction, you leaned in to wrap your glossy lips around him, hollowing out your cheeks to take him as deep as you could into your eager mouth. Soon you found a steady rhythm, slowly swirling your tongue around the ridges of his head then bobbing up and down his length, using your hand to stroke whatever you couldn’t swallow.
Garrett stared down at you, breath ragged and uneven, mesmerized by the sight of your pretty lips stretched so tight around his cock. The powerful muscles of his buttocks clenched and flexed as he fought to hold himself back from spilling into your mouth right away and ending things too soon.
He reached down to rest a hand on the top of your head, the gentle weight guiding you further onto his length. At one point his hips jerked slightly and when his tip hit the back of your throat, you gagged and pulled off, leaving you panting and out of breath.
Garrett looked down, tutting his tongue at the tears streaming down your cheeks.
“What’s the matter, can’t take it all?” he taunted from above as you narrowed your eyes at him and huffed with frustration, once again determined to prove him wrong.
In an effort to take him deeper than before, you gripped onto his thighs as you slowly worked him into your mouth and throat, inch by inch, until your nose was nestled in the soft hair at his base.
The soft masculine scent of his natural musk and soap filled your senses as he let out a low grunt of approval, watching himself slowly disappear in your warm, wet mouth. When he spotted the buildup of tears threatening your lash line, he reached down and swiped a tender thumb along your cheek. “Yeah, that’s it, baby. Doing so good.”
Even though he’d had his share of girls down on their knees for him in the past, no one had ever made him feel as good as you in that moment. In fact, if he was being honest with himself, no one else could ever compare to you—which was probably why he hadn’t fooled around with anyone else in months.
The dares and bets between the two of you were fun and kept things exciting, but after spending so much time together, the challenge of winning your heart had become his most coveted prize.
What had started out as just a game with the cute girl from his class had soon become an all-consuming obsession. Every time you left his bed, it was getting harder for him to wait until the next time he could get you alone. He’d never done the relationship thing before, but he wanted to try it with you—if you were interested. Most girls who pursued him weren’t looking for anything more than a one-time fling.
He’d been waiting for the right occasion to tell you how he felt, nervous about exposing his heart to someone for the very first time. Of course, having you down on your knees worshipping his cock in the meantime was more than fine by him.
Using your free hand, you reached up to gently caress his balls, rolling the soft globes in your palm as he choked out a moan, throwing his head back and raking a hand through his wet curls.
“Oh god—keep doing that,” he breathed.
You pulled off his length with a slick pop, still stroking him with your hand while you let your tongue tease and lick his sensitive balls. Sucking them into your mouth, you felt his cock throb in your palm as the combined sensations rapidly pushed him to the edge.
“I’m gonna cum,” he warned. “Where do you want me?”
You debated for a moment before releasing him from your grasp and sitting back on your heels with a coy smile.
“Want you to cum on my tits,” you purred, bringing your hands up to pinch and squeeze your nipples. “Think you can do that for me, Graham?”
He grinned, face flushed and eyes dark as he reached down to grasp himself.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted. His cock was still slick and shiny with your saliva and his strokes became faster and more uneven with each thrust of his fist, increasing in desperation as he stared down at you.
“Oh shit—” he groaned just before he came undone, painting your chin, neck and chest with hot ropes of his pearly cum. Extending your tongue, you tried to catch whatever stray drops you could and then licked your lips clean, reveling in his taste.
Once he was finished, he stood back and sighed with satisfaction as he gazed down at the sight of you kneeling before him covered in his cum.
“Holy shit,” he murmured in a hoarse, almost-whisper. “You look so hot like that.”
You giggled, swiping a finger down between your breasts to gather some of his cum to bring it up to your lips. “Do you always make such a big mess of all your bunnies, Garrett? Or am I special?”
Your comment gave him pause as he attempted to catch his breath. “Wait—what?”
He could hardly believe what he’d just heard. Did you really think that was all he thought of you? That you were just some random puck bunny who meant nothing him?
Even though you had clearly been teasing him with your comment, he could sense the vulnerability behind your smile as it faltered for a second. His thoughts started to spin out of control, aware that he needed let you know how he really felt.
As you stood up to rinse yourself off in the shower, he followed to join you under the hot water, using the opportunity to work your panties down over your hips, leaving them in a pile of black lace on the floor.
“Need you,” he breathed against your lips, pushing you back against the wall with an urgency that surprised you. One of his large hands tilted your chin so he could capture your lips, while the other traced down your side, pulling you closer. “Need you so bad.”
His still firm cock pressed hot against your skin as he held onto you so tight that it almost felt as if he was worried you might float away.
“Garrett!” You giggled. “You just…um, is that even possible?”
“Just give me like ten minutes and I can go again,” he panted against your lips with a cocky smile.
“Ten minutes, hmm?” You smiled wrapping your arms around his slippery waist as warm water rained down on your entangled bodies. “And what are going to do until then?”
In response, he stepped back and gave you a devilish smirk before dropping to his knees. Then reaching for one of your legs, he helped you lift it over his shoulder while his other hand helped keep you balanced against the wall.
He pressed a soft kiss to the inside of your knee before looking up at you.
“Hmm…what to do,” he pondered, pretending to be deep in thought as he started to kiss a slow path along your inner thigh. “I guess I’ll eat my girlfriend’s pussy, if that’s ok with her?”
Your eyes widened in disbelief as the soft smacking of his lips left delicious tingles on your skin, the pleasant sensation still not enough to distract you from what he’d just said.
“Your girlfriend?” Your heart skipped a beat as you looked down at him with your eyebrows drawn together in surprise.
His smile was almost bashful as he gazed up at you, warm eyes filled with naked adoration. “Yeah, but only if you think you’re up to the challenge.”
a/n: send me in coach, I’m readyyy 😮💨
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