Work Text:
Utahime was pink-faced and breathless by the time she hopped into Satoru’s jeep and slammed the door shut, more sodden from the rain than she would’ve liked, clutching her backpack against her chest in her lap. The jeep was blessedly warm, having been heated up while he waited for her in front of their school, but any relief she might have felt over being out of the cold was cut off by her so-called savior’s teasing voice.
“Nice fall out there, Hime. Ten out of ten.”
If Utahime hadn’t really needed a ride, she would have hopped out and walked, but the rain was starting to come down and she hadn’t brought a change of clothes for the weather or an umbrella. She’d stayed late after practice to speak with the cheerleading coach, only to realize she’d missed any opportunities to hitch a ride with one of her friends. She normally walked, but she was running late as it was, so she was more than a little desperate.
That left Satoru, captain of the basketball team at only sixteen. He was the star of their school – and seemingly her nemesis on most days. Of course he wouldn’t let her live down the fact that she’d slipped and fallen in a puddle.
“Whatever, just drive, you idiot,” Utahime grumbled.
Satoru cackled. “You’re so mean, and here I am doing you a favor out of the kindness of my heart.”
Utahime highly doubted that he did anything out of the kindness of his heart – he was a teenage boy, after all – but she couldn’t deny that he was doing her a favor. She was supposed to be at Mr. Fushiguro’s house at 5:45, and the clock currently read 5:47. She didn’t think he would be too mad, but she hated being late to anything. She had always been known for her promptness, showing up to practice ten minutes early, never tardy for class except for that time Satoru had accidentally spilled water down her shirt last year.
As they drove away, Satoru more distracted by the music than she would’ve liked while it was raining, Utahime set her backpack to the side in between them. Her tights were soaked from the fall, clinging to her skin in a way that made her extremely uncomfortable. She should probably wait until she got to Mr. Fushiguro’s to change in the bathroom, but she wanted them off now, so she kicked off her white sneakers. The backpack blocked her body for the most part, so, after a moment of hesitation, she took a breath and slid her hands under her skirt. She wasted no time after that, fully committed, hooking her fingers on the band of her tights and lifting her butt up slightly to pull them down.
Satoru peered at her sideways, a strange look on his face. “What are you doing?”
“Keep your eyes on the road while you’re driving, dumbass!” Utahime yelled. He swerved to straighten the jeep, having realized he’d begun to drift into the other lane, and she barely had the balance to keep herself from toppling into her backpack and his side. After correcting herself, she peeled the drenched tights down her thighs. “I just have to get these off. They’re wet and driving me crazy.”
“Uh huh, yeah.” Satoru’s eyes flickered over to her again. “I bet they’re not the only thing wet.”
Utahime shot him a glare, not wanting to admit that, yes, her panties were also wet, but she wasn’t about to take those off in his car too. She smoothed her skirt down underneath herself, refusing to apologize for leaving a wet spot on his seat. Not that he’d care. He’d probably do something gross and jack off about it, imagining that she’d gotten it wet for a different reason. Boys were all the same, sometimes acting more like dogs than humans, and Satoru, along with his best friend, had said some pretty weird things to her before.
He was lucky he was so cute and talented and smart and rich. His personality would’ve been unbearable if not.
Clinging to her backpack and looking out the window, Utahime ignored him for the rest of the ride – or as best as she could with him rambling about everything that came to mind. On top of often seeing each other during practice and games since she was a cheerleader, they had the misfortune of being in two AP classes together. He was also in AP Physics, something he was very smug about since she hadn’t been able to get in. He’d offered to privately tutor her if she needed any help, although she highly doubted he would focus on their studies if she actually agreed. If only he used his brain for good instead of his advantage.
However, he had given her a ride even though it was out of his way, his house on the opposite side of town, so when he parked outside of Mr. Fushiguro’s house, Utahime took a deep breath and calmly said, “Thank you.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Satoru leaned forward, peering at the house with a suspicious glare. “I don’t know why you still babysit. Aren’t you a little old for that?”
Utahime rolled her eyes. “I’m seventeen, Satoru, and unlike you, I don’t get a weekly stipend from my parents. I have to make money somehow – and don’t!” She pointed a finger at him when he opened his mouth, stopping him cold. “Don’t make any insinuations about how I could make money.”
“I dunno,” Satoru hummed, sitting back in his seat. “I’m pretty sure the old man would pay you extra for that.”
“Ugh, you’re gross.” Utahime huffed and hiked the strap of her backpack over one shoulder. “He’s not like that. I’m definitely not his type.”
Even if he was the person she often thought about when she was grinding against a body pillow at night in bed. She would die before admitting that though.
“Mm, yeah, he seems like the type of guy that likes big fake tits to bounce in his face,” Satoru added.
“ Besides ,” Utahime continued quickly, trying not to blush over that thought. Now that they’d filled out a little more, she wasn’t so self-conscious about her breasts that she padded her bra, not like she did when she was fourteen. They were a decent size now. They might have been small compared to other girls’ at school, but that didn’t stop Satoru from looking at them pointedly. “I’m practically a kid to him. I’ve been watching his son for like three years since they moved into town.”
“Aw, you’re like his little mommy,” Satoru cooed with a smirk. “I bet that gets Fushiguro so hot.”
Utahime couldn’t stop herself from flushing after that. “Shut up! You’re so weird!”
“Let me know if you need a ride home, babe,” Satoru said as she stumbled out of his jeep. Utahime shot him a glare and slammed the door as hard as she could. She ran to the door through the rain, ringing the bell, and turned back to look at Satoru. He hadn’t pulled away yet, waiting for her to get inside, and waved. A little begrudgingly, when she heard the door unlock, she waved back. He could be surprisingly decent sometimes, but he really knew how to get under her skin.
As soon as the door opened, Utahime blinked up apologetically at the owner of the house. “I’m so sorry for being late, Mr. Fushiguro! I got caught up in practice and had to hitch a ride since it was raining.”
“It’s Toji, remember?”
Utahime nodded, swallowing a lump in her throat, but she couldn’t get the words out, especially not with Satoru’s teasing words bouncing around in her head.
Mr. Fushiguro – Toji – nodded to the jeep still idling in his driveway. “That your boyfriend?”
“What?” Utahime glanced back at Satoru, then blew a raspberry. “Hell no.”
Toji chuckled. “You’re a heartbreaker, princess.”
“Not likely,” Utahime shot back, wrinkling her nose.
He stepped aside, allowing Utahime to walk into his home and shutting the door behind her. It was a nice two-level house, although it was still sparsely decorated after they’d moved here a year ago. At least it was better than the apartment he’d been in when they first moved into town. Utahime had been a middle schooler then, determined to make enough money to buy a bike she wanted. She’d gotten the idea to babysit after listening to some of the moms talking about it at the park while she’d been watching her younger brother and sister. He had been one of the first parents to contact her after she put up babysitting signs.
Only a few seconds after she hung her backpack on a kitchen chair, Megumi rushed into the room, shrieking, “Uta!”
“Gumi!” Forgetting the fact that she wasn’t wearing her tights, Utahime bent over to lean at Megumi’s level, smiling and patting him on the head. “Were you good at preschool today?”
Megumi nodded. “Uh huh!”
“And were you good for Daddy after?”
Toji snorted. “He’s an angel for you and them and a demon for me.” Utahime looked back at him over her shoulder, giving him too sharp of a look for a seventeen-year-old girl, but it didn’t seem to phase him. “He drew you something.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yup, his teacher asked if you were his mom since he only makes stuff for you and not me. Little brat.” Toji walked around her into the kitchen, just barely brushing against her, but it was enough to remind her that her legs were bare and her cheerleading skirt wasn’t the most modest of clothing articles.
Her face warm, Utahime picked up Megumi, praying that Toji hadn’t seen anything and thought she was trying something. She didn’t want to jeopardize her job, and she liked Megumi. She even liked Toji, who could be intense and rough around the edges but was still strangely charming. She really tried not to think that Megumi could kind of pass for her kid. It was hard though, especially with Satoru’s voice saying little mommy echoing about.
When a piece of paper appeared in her vision, she snapped out of it and shifted Megumi onto her hip so she could take it. The drawing was barely recognizable as two people, even stick figures a little beyond his artistic skills, but his teacher had written names above the figures, probably at his direction. “Aw, Gumi, it’s so cute! You should draw one for your daddy too though.”
Megumi stuck out his tongue. “I like you more.”
“Yeah?” Toji reached out, but instead of patting Megumi on the head, he tugged on a strand of her hair. “I like her more than you too.”
“Mr. Fu– Toji!” Utahime angled away from him, frowning slightly. “Don’t tease him like that. He might believe it.”
“Don’t worry so much,” Toji told her. “The kid and I know where we stand with each other.” He reached out again, but this time, he ruffled Megumi’s hair. “We’re good.”
Utahime sighed, but she said nothing else. Being a single parent had to be difficult, and he’d been single for as long as she’d known him. His wife had died shortly after Megumi’s birth, and he’d only dated casually since moving here. She had once joked that he wouldn’t have to pay for her services if he got married, but he’d only shaken his head, a smile on his lips. She couldn’t deny being at least a little pleased about not being replaced.
Upon setting Megumi down, Utahime watched him run into the living room, likely to grab a toy to show her, only to jump a little when Toji asked, “You wet?”
“Eh?” Utahime spun around and then noted her clothes. She’d probably gotten Megumi’s clothes wet too. She’d dropped her backpack into the water too. “Um, yeah, I kind of…fell into a puddle.”
“Well, I don’t got any clothes that’ll fit you, but I can give you a shirt to wear while your clothes dry.” Toji didn’t wait for her to protest, not that she could. He probably didn’t want her getting any of his furniture wet or something. While he looked for a shirt for her – a hard feat considering how much bigger he was than her – she stood in the living room, watching as Megumi set up his toys and explained a made-up story to her.
When Toji returned with a black shirt, Utahime mumbled her thanks and took it, ducking into the bathroom to change. Her top wasn’t as wet as her tights had been, but the rain had soaked through. She took it off, hanging it on the edge of the tub, and then paused. Should she take off her bra too since it was also wet? No, that would be so inappropriate. Her boobs might not be that big, but she couldn’t walk around a grown man’s house without a bra on. Toji would surely comment on it, and she’d feel like an idiot.
Instead, she pulled the shirt over her head, immediately taking note of how big it was on her. It hung at her thighs, hiding her skirt underneath. Not really knowing what else to do, she took two ponytail holders from her wrist, tying up the ends just above her hips and then folding it over. It tightened up the shirt just enough to show off the barest swell of her breasts, but it was still obviously too big on her. She looked ridiculous, especially with the short skirt peeking out underneath.
Shuffling out of the bathroom, Utahime returned to the living room. “Again, I’m sorry if I made you late for work.”
“They can suck it up,” Toji replied gruffly. He looked her over, Utahime’s face warming despite herself. It didn’t feel as lewd as Satoru’s, but it was still very sharp, like he was examining her. “Looks good – it’s cute.”
Utahime could’ve died from mortification – she was probably doomed to always be “cute” and never “hot” – so she merely shook her head, dismissing him as simply being polite. It wasn’t as bad as Satoru, who was definitely teasing her. He made her feel awkward and silly, but coming from Toji, it made her feel a little more…grown. It was probably lame, a stupid girlish thought that didn’t mean anything.
Toji left soon after that, grabbing a bag with a change of clothes and leaving her to sit on the floor with Megumi babbling at her. According to Toji, his son only ever talked this much with her, preferring to remain mostly quiet even at preschool and at the playground. She settled in for the night, already thinking about what she’d make for dinner. Working as a bouncer at a local bar, Toji wouldn’t be back until around midnight. It was a late babysitting gig, especially for a school night, but he paid extra for it. She’d known him for so long; she trusted him.
That was just plain naïve.
*
It was a little after midnight when Toji returned home. The lights were off, but when he stepped inside, he saw that the television was on in the living room. No one got up to greet him, so he figured Utahime was either upstairs with Megumi or in the bathroom. He dropped his stuff off in the kitchen and kicked off his shoes, rifling through the fridge to grab a drink, when he noticed that there were three cans of beer instead of four. He snorted to himself, popping open the tab and downing half of his can in one go.
Utahime was such an obedient girl, but she did have a slightly unruly side that she let slip every now and then. He could’ve been mad that she’d snuck one of his beers while babysitting his son, but it was only one can of beer and wouldn’t be enough to even give her a buzz.
After finishing the beer and grabbing another one, he strolled into the living room, thinking about what to watch in order to wind down after Utahime left, when he realized that she wasn’t upstairs. She was knocked out on the couch, one hand tucked underneath her and the other hanging off the couch with a notebook was sprawled out on the floor. It must’ve slipped out of her hand when she’d fallen asleep.
The bright light of the television washed over her in the dark. He had always known that she was small – a lithe, little thing with an athletic body that she hid under jumpers and sweaters – but he was taken aback by how young she looked while asleep on his couch. Slightly curled up on her side, one of her pigtails coming out of a loose ribbon, mouth parted slightly as she breathed. Of course she was young, he reminded himself, just turned seventeen this past February in her junior year. It wasn’t that she carried herself with the maturity of someone older. He knew she wasn’t.
But he also knew that she was tantalizing in a way that he shouldn’t think about.
It was getting harder every time she came over, all warm smiles and bright laughs. She was so good with Megumi too, getting his boy to open up in a way he never could. She’d been a cute girl, determined eyes and a firm stance, but she’d definitely blossomed over the past year. The boys at her school must’ve been going crazy, and Utahime, always so focused on her studies, probably didn’t even notice the change. She’d filled out a lot more, her shirts becoming much tighter around her chest, and her friends must’ve been influencing her to wear clothes that showed more skin.
Tonight had been the worst though. He’d seen her in her cheerleader outfit before but never like this, missing the tights and long-sleeve shirt she wore underneath. Her skirt flared over her hips, bouncing with every step she took, and when she bent over to speak with Megumi… The flash of wet pink panties clinging to her ass had haunted him all evening. The way she’d looked at him over her shoulder, sharp and intense, probably the same look she gave boys that said something inappropriate to her.
It got him hot just thinking about it, so the poor kid that dropped her off probably jacked off as soon as he got home.
Toji could understand. He’d admittedly jacked off to the thought of Utahime – her little body underneath his, her eyes widening in shock as he fingered her tight cunt, her tits rising and falling with the effort of taking his cock. Would he even be able to fit inside her all the way? Looking at her now, he wasn’t sure, but Utahime was stubborn, she’d want to try to sink onto him to the hilt.
He shouldn’t be thinking about shit like that, especially not right now when she was asleep on his couch, totally vulnerable. His t-shirt bunched to show off a hint of skin. That fucking short ass pleated skirt riding up to expose her thighs, muscular from hours of cheerleading and gymnastics practice. He felt somewhat removed from himself as he reached out, his fingers just barely ghosting over her thighs and pushing up her skirt a little more until he saw a peek of her underwear again.
Fuck, this was a bad idea.
When she moved and made a sound, Toji pulled his hand away, patiently waiting as Utahime dragged herself back to consciousness. It was another thing that made her look young – pushing her body upright and rubbing at her muzzy eyes, blinking herself back into awareness. When she was finally focused enough, she looked up at him. “Oh, hey, you’re back.”
“Yup.”
Utahime stretched her arms above her head, long and flexible. “I was studying. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
“S’okay, you might’ve had a little help,” Toji said. When she peered at him curiously, he gestured with the can of beer in his hand. “Enjoy yourself?”
Any residual sleepiness she might’ve felt was zapped from her, her eyes widening. “I’m–” Even in the dark, he could still see her embarrassment, which she tried to hide with her hands. “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have done it. I saw the pack in the fridge when I was making Megumi dinner, and it looked good, so I wanted to try it. But I only had one and it was like an hour after Megumi went to bed, I swear–”
“You like it?”
Utahime cut herself off, staring at him for a few seconds before mumbling, “It was okay.”
“Want another?”
Perhaps unable to speak due to her own mortification, Utahime nodded.
A terrible fucking idea.
Two beers over the course of a few hours wasn’t going to get her drunk – the first one was likely already out of her system – but providing alcohol to the pretty high school girl that babysat his son could not be justified. He told himself that she deserved to let loose once in a while – she worked so hard and took care of basically everyone in her life – but it shouldn’t have been with him. She had friends to do stuff like this with, make mischief, have some fun, goof off and break a few rules for fun.
Not a grown man who jacked off every once in a while to the thought of her.
A wiser man would’ve tried not to think about that as he handed her a can of beer, but Toji wasn’t in the habit of lying to himself. Being brutally honest was how he’d managed to survive his shit childhood, and that shit childhood was probably what led him to have some fucked up thoughts about a girl he had no right thinking about. He was already having sex at her age though. Not that that was a good reason or an excuse.
She scooted over so he could sit down on the couch, giving him the space to spread out his legs and arms on the back of it. If he wanted, he could just barely run his fingers through her hair. It was still mused up from sleep, though she didn’t appear to notice as she sipped on the beer, her knees folded against her chest. A boy her age might’ve thought the image was cute , but he watched the way she wet her lips with her tongue after taking a larger drink, her eyes darker than usual, and it just made him hungry.
“Megumi good for you tonight?” Toji asked, trying to distract himself.
“He’s always good for me,” Utahime reminded him tartly.
“Brat.” Toji poked her in the side, making her giggle-snort and turn away from him. The urge to grab onto her more and pull her towards him, into his lap, was so strong that he nearly did it, but he stopped himself at the last second. It would probably only scare her, and he didn’t need that kind of shit hanging over his head. Instead, he took another long drink and asked, “Gonna call your boyfriend to pick you up?”
Utahime scowled. “Satoru is not my boyfriend. I don’t even know if he could be considered a friend .” She tugged on her hair, pulling at the band wrapped around one half of it. “He’s obnoxious and always makes fun of me.”
“And he gave you a ride after practice,” Toji added.
“Yeah, probably so he could ask me for a blowjob,” Utahime said with a snort.
Toji raised an eyebrow. “You do that sort of thing?”
Utahime blushed furiously, realizing her crude slip-up a second too late. “N-no! I’m not– I haven’t–” She busied herself with her drink, taking too large of a gulp that nearly made her choke, and then shook her head. “He’s just a stupid teenage boy that thinks with his dick half the time. He doesn’t like me.” She dropped her chin on her knees, staring ahead moodily at the television. “He’d just think it was funny to ask and tease me since I’m not, you know–”
“Not what?” He shouldn’t be continuing this conversation, but she’d taken them down this road, he reasoned.
After gnawing at her lip, Utahime muttered, “I’m not hot or whatever. He’s probably got girls lined up to have sex with him, even at other schools, because he’s so hot and smart and rich and talented. And I’m just this girl that he likes to tease and make fun of because I’m so naïve and cute .” She spat out the word like she hated it with every fiber of her being, the term humiliating her. “I’m not even the head cheerleader. Mei Mei is, and he always goes on about how much hotter she is than me. Her face is prettier, she’s got long and beautiful hair, her make-up and nails are always on point, she wears designer clothes, and her tits are bigger.”
“Sounds like he wants to fuck her,” Toji pointed out.
“Maybe, but she said he wasn’t her type even if he is rich.”
“You know, some boys, especially dumb ones, will talk up another girl to make the girl they’re interested in feel bad,” Toji told her. “The goal is to make them feel like they have something to prove – like they need to do something for the guy, with the guy, to show that they’re just as good or even better.”
“That’s a pretty dumbass move,” Utahime grumbled.
“Oh, it is,” Toji agreed with a laugh. “Especially when it’s not even remotely true.”
Utahime glanced at him sideways. “Yeah?”
“I’ve seen the friend you’re talking about. She’s dropped you off here before, right?” Toji shook his head and finished his beer. “You’ve got nothing to prove.”
“You really think so?”
Warning signs rang in Toji’s head. He’d heard them a lot over the past year with Utahime. Little things she said that made him trip up mentally, little things she did that went straight to his dick. She did this pouty thing with sometimes, just like now, her lips pursing and amber eyes gazing at him almost adoringly. She was naive, which should have stopped him from doing anything. Thinking about it was fine as long as he didn’t act on it and kept that shit to himself, but he’d gotten too lax and slipped up.
“You’re just being nice,” Utahime said, somewhat accusingly.
Toji almost laughed. “Literally no one has ever described me as nice .”
“Well, then you’re just trying to keep me from getting emotional or whatever.” She rolled her eyes and finished her beer as well, a little more aggressive than before. “That’s how it always is. It’s okay that I’m just cute. I’m sweet. I’m polite. Boys like that too, so it doesn’t matter that I’m inexperienced. They’ll notice me eventually.”
“They’re idiots if they don’t notice you now.”
The second the words slipped out of his mouth, Toji knew he’d crossed a line. Her eyes widened briefly, surprise flashing in them, before a shy look came over her. He couldn’t stand the way her lips parted, just enough that he would’ve been able to slip a thumb between them for her to suck on, so he turned away, frustrated when he remembered that his can was empty.
“Have you noticed?”
Toji knew answering that question was what would send him directly to Hell, but he was already going there, so he shot back, “How could I not?”
She’d set the empty can aside, scooting closer to him. He could sense the nervous energy rolling off of her. She was likely telling herself that this was a terrible idea too – that she was in over her head and she was being a foolish girl and there was no way a grown man would think she, a cute high school girl, was hot in any way.
But she was. He couldn’t get the image of her panties out of his head, the way she’d bent over so perfectly that all he could think about was pulling them aside to get at her cunt. He’d been so hard by the time he parked that he’d been forced to jack off and clean himself up with leftover fast food napkins, not caring that it made him even later for work. It should’ve been enough to sate him for a while, but with her wearing his shirt and her skirt flaring over her bare thighs, he wanted more.
“No way,” Utahime said. “You’re way too hot for that.”
It was almost like she was daring him, which made his blood boil. “You think so?”
“Yeah, you’re like the hottest guy in town.” She rolled her eyes. “I bet the moms at Megumi’s school are all over you when you pick him up, even the married ones.”
“You’re not wrong.”
The pick-up line was worse than visiting prison. He hadn’t noticed it at first, too preoccupied dealing with an unruly Megumi who seemed to like preschool so much that he didn’t want to go home, singularly focused on getting his son and getting the fuck home. Then, if he got there earlier than usual, he’d notice that the mom normally dressed in casual clothes had dressed up, another was wearing make-up, hair freshly done. And they’d offer him things like baked goods or clothes for Megumi or even to watch him if he ever needed a night off. They cooed over Megumi, giving him all sorts of attention, saying how he must’ve been a good daddy to have such a well-behaved and handsome boy.
Utahime frowned at him. “They’re probably more your speed – experienced or whatever.”
He wouldn’t lie about taking advantage of it. He’d fucked three of them, one in the backseat of her husband’s car. It was never anything serious though, a means to an end, because every fucking time, he had thought about Utahime. It was like he was trying to fuck her out of his system, out of his head, but he couldn’t do it. Their voices were wrong, their body not the same, even the way they said his name when they came.
With a beautiful voice like that, he wanted to hear her .
He realized, with an inward laugh, that she was using that technique against him – and it was working. “You need me to prove it to you?”
Utahime didn’t say anything, too afraid that she might say the wrong thing and look stupid, but she was closer than ever before, looking back at him carefully. Being a teenager was hard enough, but this was very unfamiliar territory for her. She was inexperienced, and, from what he understood, most boys’ attempts at flirting with her boiled down to teasing and embarrassing her about that inexperience.
He should ruffle her hair, tell her to stop worrying so much about boys, and help her find a ride home.
Instead, Toji dropped his crushed, empty can on the floor and grabbed her by the chin, jerking her forward into a brutal kiss.
She squeaked in surprise, caught off guard by the sudden action, but then she was kissing him back, doing her best to match his intensity. It was a harsher kiss than she deserved, but he’d never quite managed to figure out how to be soft, just barely scraping by with Megumi’s mom. He didn’t have it in him now, especially when he’d hungered for Utahime so much. She had to scoot even closer to him in order to get any sort of leverage, her breasts pressing up against him, and he realized with a jolt that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, grabbing at her body to pull her into his lap.
Utahime landed with a gasp, his tented cock pressing up against her underwear-clad pussy. If she’d had any doubt in her mind about him thinking she was attractive in any sort of way, it would’ve been erased now. He held onto her hips, grinding her down on his cock and swallowing every whimper and gasp she made into his mouth. She was so frenzied; he thought she might actually leap off of him if he let her go, her mind struggling to make sense of what was going on and the sensations she was feeling.
“You ever cum before?” Toji asked in between kissing.
Her whole body shivered. “Uh-uh huh.”
“With your fingers or a toy?”
“Fingers,” Utahime admitted, so shy that it almost pained him to rut against her.
“What do you think about?”
Utahime didn’t want to talk about it – he could tell from the way she tried to distract him by kissing him more frantically, her lips glancing off of his in her panic, and how she grinded down on him even more – but he wanted to know. Even if it was something else – a movie scene or a book or porn she’d secretly watched with her friends or maybe even that boy who teased her all the time – he didn’t care. He wanted to know what she was thinking about when her fingers were buried inside her.
“C’mon, princess, what do you think about when you’re fucking yourself?” Toji goaded, rocking her in his lap.
“You,” Utahime moaned.
Shit, that felt good to hear, but Toji wasn’t in the mood for brief admissions. “Doing what?”
“Kissing me,” Utahime told him, her lips molding against his as she spoke. “Telling me all the things you want to do with me. Touching me.”
Toji rocked her back so that her chest wasn’t pressed up against his. As much as he wanted to keep her there, he also wanted to touch even more of her, and she was using his body to hide hers. That wouldn’t do. If she was going to sit in his lap and kiss him, then he got to rub his hands all over her. With one hand remaining on her hip, his other hand snaked between them so he could palm her tits, one at a time. “Like this?”
She cried out at the touch, even with the shirt acting as a barrier between them. They weren’t big, not like her friend who wore low-cut tank tops whenever she dropped Utahime off, but he didn’t care. They were sensitive to his touch, Utahime shuddering when he pinched her nipples through the shirt. She gasped, face red, and whined when she tried to kiss him and he leaned back just out of reach.
“Take it off.”
Utahime gave him a pleading look. “They’re not…”
“Let me be the judge of that, huh?” Toji told her, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her jump.
Biting her lip, Utahime grabbed the hem of the shirt and dragged it over her head, slowly exposing the pale expanse of her stomach, free of any blemishes unlike his own chest. He’d known that she wasn’t wearing a bra – had felt it with his own hand – but seeing her perky, little tits with his own eyes was something he wouldn’t forget. Pink buds for nipples, already brought to peak by his touch, small enough that he could cover one with a single hand. They’d filled out more than she thought, biased by her own opinion of herself.
However, when she moved to cover herself, he snatched her wrist and pulled it away. “I don’t think so, princess.”
“Toji,” she whined, squirming on his lap under his sharp stare. It only made it worse, Toji tilting his head back groaning at the feeling of his dick grinding through her slit.
He couldn’t hold himself back. He wanted to hear her come undone on top of him. He wanted her shaking and crying and begging him as he fucked her raw. And he would. There was no doubt about that. A small girl like Utahime would struggle to take all of him, but he was hungry to see her try.
Leaning forward, he wrapped his lips around one of her nipples and sucked hard. Utahime had to slap a hand over her mouth to muffle a yelp. They wouldn’t want Megumi to wake up, after all. He lathed her tits with attention, licking and sucking one while fondling the other. Utahime went crazy . She rutted against him in earnest now, chasing her orgasm by using his body. The hard length of his dick rubbed right against her clit, and she moaned into her palm with every hit. It wasn’t long before her moans became high-pitched whimpers, and he could tell she was getting closer, her movements thrown off.
She tipped over abruptly, her entire body shaking as an orgasm wracked her body and she sobbed into her hand. “Toji, Toji, Toji–” Her voice might’ve been muffled, but he could still hear it, committing it to memory.
“Fuck, yeah, take it, girl,” Toji growled against her chest. She arched her back, pressing her tits further into his face, one hand clinging to his shoulder to keep from falling back as she shook with pleasure, until finally she slumped on top of him.
He sat back on the couch, letting her lay against him. All the tension seemed to bleed out of her body, her hand falling from her mouth. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, breathing hard on his skin, her chest brushing against his as it rose and fell. One of his hands ran up and down her bare back as she tried to regain her strength. He couldn’t help but grin. Stubborn girl. She really didn’t know what she did to him, which made it all the worse. He was definitely taking advantage of that, just as bad as the family he’d run from.
That didn’t stop him from sliding a hand between her legs so he could brush her underwear aside and see just how wet she was. A weak whine was dragged from her as he ran a finger up and down her slit, only for her to stiffen with a gasp when he slid a finger into her heat. Fuck, she was soaked, the spongy walls clinging to his finger desperately with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her hips seemed to move of their own accord despite her tired moan, forcing him to sink his finger into her down to his knuckle.
“ Oh ,” she gasped, unaccustomed to the deep penetration. After all, her fingers weren’t nearly as big or long.
“So warm and tight,” Toji groaned in a low growl. “I’ll split you open on my cock.”
Utahime shuddered, her cunt squeezing his fingers in either fear or arousal. Maybe both. “Not-not out here.”
“Wanna go to the bedroom, princess?” Toji asked, unusually soft, kissing her on the cheek.
“Yes.” Utahime was shaking, getting worked up all over again as his finger worked her insides. She was jumpy, all nervous energy, like a rabbit.
He chuckled but did as he was asked, pulling his finger out of her and enjoying the way she shuddered. Sliding his hands underneath her ass, he rocked her further up on his chest and then leaned forward to stand up. He was once again reminded of just how small she was compared to him, another warning sign that screamed for him to stop. It took him nothing to carry her to his bedroom, the one room in the house she’d never entered. She didn’t even need to wrap her arms around his neck.
Closing the door with his foot, Toji carried her further into the room and laid her down on his bed. It wasn’t even made, the comforter tossed to the side and the sheets rumpled, a dirty t-shirt and boxers on the side. She didn’t seem to notice, her eyes wide as saucers as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. She’d seen him shirtless before, here and there when he was getting ready for work while she was over and one time this past summer when she convinced him to bring Megumi to the local pool.
She’d worn a red and white one-piece suit, something modest and cute, and a big floppy hat to shade her pale features, but it was her thighs and athletic legs that had him distracted all day, her knees bruised from floor routines.
Kneeling with one knee on the bed, he leaned over to run his hands up those incredible legs. His palms were calloused and rough from work, scraping up her smooth skin, until they were under her skirt again. He hooked his fingers around the band of her panties, tapping her to lift up her ass so he could drag them back down her legs. They were so wet, shiny with her slick.
However, when she moved to do the same with her skirt, hands shaking as she fingered the zipper, Toji grabbed her ankle to stop her. “Nah, leave it on.”
He was definitely fucked up for this.
“Oh-okay.” Utahime didn’t understand, but she lowered her hands obediently. He doubted that he’d be alone in this. He could imagine that Satoru kid fantasizing about the same thing, fucking her up against a locker under her skirt. It was so goddamn basic, so typical of a grown man and boy to get hot over a simple cheerleader skirt, but fuck if it didn’t look good on her. He had to remind himself to go slower than he usually would, lest he really scare her.
As much as he wanted to fuck her raw, really feel her walls suck his dick in, Toji had the presence of mind not to be a total idiot, so he grabbed a condom out from his nightstand. Utahime let out a little breath, likely relieved. She was a smart girl with her whole life ahead of her. He was already shooting himself in the foot for fucking her, but he didn’t need to accidentally knock her up too. That would be the end for both of them. It was so tempting though, the thought of filling her up and seeing his cum ooze out of her cunt.
While he undid his pants, Toji asked, “You ever seen a dick?”
Utahime was already pink in the face, but her face burned. “Just on video. Mei Mei and I–” She didn’t want to tell him, too embarrassed over doing something as bland as watching porn, but he waited for her expectantly. “Some guy sent Mei Mei a few dick pics and videos, so she– She thought it’d be funny if we watched it together. She said I’d need to know what to expect when–”
When she finally had sex.
This was going to be different from some teenage boy jerking off in front of his phone’s camera.
When he finally shoved his pants and boxers down, Utahime immediately looked away, face red as could be as she swallowed nervously. She was so shy that it almost made him feel bad, even though she’d been the one rubbing her cunt on it just moments ago in the living room.
He tore the condom open, dropping the packaging on the floor, but before he could roll it on, Utahime blurted out, “Can I–?” She snapped her mouth shut, as if the question had escaped her of its own violation. While she might not have finished it, he knew what she’d started to ask, her eyes darting anxiously from his dick to the wall.
“You sure you know how?” Toji couldn’t help but tease.
Utahime pressed her lips together, her brow furrowed in such a serious manner. “Yeah, we practiced at school in health class.”
Toji laughed. “This ain’t a banana.”
“Obviously!” Utahime burst.
Well, Toji wasn’t going to say no to having her little hands wrapped around his dick.
He crawled over top of her, acutely aware of how small she was compared to him now that he was above her. He cupped her face to kiss her again, sensing her frantic energy, and then pulled her upright so that he was kneeling before her. She took the condom from him and, with shaky hands, reached out to touch him. He groaned when one of her hands wrapped around his shaft, stroking it bare experimentally. It felt good, but she was too tentative, unsure of how to hold him, so he placed his hand over hers, squeezing down to show her how hard to grip and pump him. Once she got the hang of it more or less, he let go, leaning back slightly to watch her work.
Her hands weren’t soft, calloused from gymnastics, but they were small and delicate. She’d need two hands to properly jack him off, but the image of one hand alone was burned in his memory. Once he was slick with his own leaking precum, she took the condom and placed it on the head of his cock. With the sort of care that could only stem from a good heart, she rolled the condom down his shaft, sheathing his dick in latex.
By the time he was fully wrapped, he couldn’t take it anymore, needing to be inside her more than anything. He pushed her back down on the bed again, his heavy cock laying on her stomach. She glanced down between them, swallowing when she noticed that it reached past her belly button.
“Don’t worry if you can’t take all of it,” Toji told her, even as he wanted to force her all the way down.
Utahime’s eyes flashed irritably, a darker honey than ever before. “I can do it.”
“Baby.” Just murmuring that to her went to Toji’s head, especially while he looked her in the eyes. That irritation turned to adoration, her gaze so trusting even as she struggled with her nerves. “It’s gonna hurt.”
“I can do it,” Utahime insisted. “I want all of you.”
Her determination could be blamed on her youth, her stubbornness on her inexperience. He was going to hurt her no matter what. No amount of patience and care would make up for the fact that she was built small and he was not. Fuck if he didn’t crave it though. He took his cock in his hand and flipped up her skirt, admiring the neatly trimmed hair, soft and dewy with her desire. Pressing the tip against her wet hole, he felt breathless at the sight with her skirt resting on top of him like a tent. He was going to stretch her out so well. There would be pain; there would be blood. It was unavoidable, especially since this was her first time.
As soon as he started to push his cock inside her body, Utahime stiffened, and she grasped onto his arms. A finger was one thing but a cock? Her eyes widened in shock, blunt nails digging into his skin. He waited a moment for her to become accustomed to the sensation, only to begin again once her body relaxed some. A low moan was dragged out of her, head tilted back and eyes closed. It was better than he’d imagined – so warm and wet, her pussy almost tight enough to hurt him. She started shaking when he was halfway inside her, tears burning at the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t tell him to stop.
He’d told himself that he would give her this kindness – he would go slow and be gentle, for her, because she was such a sweet girl and she’d taken care of him – but the deeper he pushed inside of her, the crazier he felt, the more he needed to fuck her. It was like some animalistic need was threatening to overwhelm him – the desire to take her hard and fast, roughly claim her, bring her to a blathering sobbing mess. No one else would compare to him after this, no one able to experience what he was now, taste the innocence he was taking from her.
Finally, Utahime broke, crying out, “To-Toji– I-I don’t–”
Toji kissed her tear-stained cheek. “I thought you said you could take it.”
He wasn’t a kind man, not really.
Her body was doing its best to resist him, at its limit, and he realized that he was either close or had reached her cervix. Poor little girl. She was doing her best to accommodate him, tilting her hips to allow him to go a hair deeper even as she cried through it. He dragged his cock almost entirely out of her, watching her suck in a deep breath, only for her to choke when he pushed himself back in. Her eyes flew open, her mouth parting in a soundless cry as he slowly began to rock in and out her. She was still too tight for him to go fast without seriously hurting her, but as much as he wanted to truly fuck her, he wanted it to be good for her too.
“That’s it, baby, you’re doing so well,” Toji groaned, his face falling into her neck. “Your tight, little cunt is taking my cock so fucking good.”
Utahime was panting heavily in his ear, clinging to him like she might shatter at any moment. “So big.”
“Yeah, and you’re taking it.” Toji pushed himself into her as far as he could go, deep and slow. Taking one of her hands, he guided it between them and pressed her palm down on her stomach. “Can you feel it?” He pulled out and then pushed back in again, the slow pace tortuous on them both, moaning at the weak whine she made and how she arched her back. “I’m so deep inside you. Fuck, girl, you’re so tight and wet .”
He could hear it as he picked up speed, obscene squelching sounds of his dick fucking through her slick. It was getting easier now, her body adjusting slowly but surely. Either that or he’d stopped noticing the way her body fought against him, taking what he wanted instead of waiting for her to give it to him. He brought her hands above her head, stretching out her arms, and clasped her wrists together in one of his hands. She stared up at him with wide, watery eyes, pupils blown out, and gasped when he thrusted into her a little harder. Her tits bounced with each thrust, her body on show for him, completely helpless in his grasp.
The idea that he could do whatever he wanted to her was so vicious and powerful that he almost came.
He held off though, just barely, forcing out, “Get off on my cock.”
Utahime whimpered, her walls fluttering around him with a promise of what would come. “Too full, I can’t–”
“You’re gonna get off on me,” Toji cut in. “Gonna make you squirt all over my dick.”
She shook her head and keened, body shaking like some sort of wild thing, too overwhelmed as he grew more intense. She was a good girl, so she’d want to do as he told her, but being filled to the brim and stretched out so thoroughly was making it difficult for her. Remembering how she’d gotten off in his lap while he played with her tits, he bent down over her, capturing a nipple between his lips again. She almost shrieked, cutting herself off at the last second, and bucked underneath him. The change was instantaneous, her walls spasming in shock, pleasure lancing through her body.
He wanted to coach her through it, whisper every dirty and disgusting thought he’d had about her. How he’d pictured fingering her in the showers at the pool, imagined fucking her from behind on his kitchen table, legs spread out so he could smack her round ass, cunt dripping wet and cum oozing down her inner thighs, tears streaming down her face as he fucked her mouth.
She was far too good for this, far too good for a piece of shit bastard to treat her like some sort of sex toy, even if most of it would be saved for his imagination only.
“ Please ,” she gasped, her voice filled with need.
Buried deep inside of her, he could feel the change in her body this time, not just sense it. Her walls spasmed around his cock sporadically, growing closer and stronger together. It made him more erratic in turn, fucking into her faster to match the wild desperation building between them.
“Fuck, that’s it, cum on me, you’re so close.”
He barely knew what he was saying, so lost in the moment as she began to tense up around him. High-pitched whimpers were torn from her, louder and more desperate, until finally, her mouth fell open and something exploded in her body. He had to press his mouth against hers to smother her scream, her hips thrusting messily as she came all over his cock. Her cunt squeezed him so tightly that he couldn’t even move, pain and pleasure blurring into one, and he knew, as much as he’d try to tell himself this was the only time he could have her, he’d fuck her again. It was addictive, good and terrible and depraved all at once. He didn’t want anyone else to experience this, least of all some stupid boy that wouldn’t understand just how good of a pussy this was.
The orgasm was so intense that by the time she came down, she slumped underneath him, her lax body twitching from the aftershocks. She was breathing deeply, eyes heavy-lidded, but when he moved inside her again, she let out a low whine, weakly moving with him, slurring out, “Toji…”
“Just a little more, princess,” Toji murmured, letting go of her wrists as he licked at the sweat between her breasts. She sucked in a gasp when he pulled all the way out of her, shocked by sudden emptiness, and didn’t even try to put up a fight when he rolled her onto her stomach. Like a ragdoll. He lifted her hips up so that she was on her knees, smoothing his hand down her back and rubbing at the nape of her neck. “Bite down on the pillow.”
Utahime gazed at him out of the corner of her eye, more than a little exhausted, but then did as she was told, wrapping her arms around his limp pillow and biting down on it. The sight was more erotic than he’d anticipated – her tits pressed on the bed, her wet and abused cunt just barely visible under the hem of her cheerleader skirt, the slope of her back arched beautifully, her hair completely undone from their bands and falling down her neck and cheek like a waterfall.
He didn’t take his time pushing into her from behind. She yelped into the pillow, her voice muffled, but all she could do was cling to it as Toji grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back onto his cock repeatedly until he was deeper inside of her than before. It was too much for her first time and he was too much of everything, but he lost himself to the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her warm pussy. With her eyes closed, he thought she might actually be crying as he took her from behind, fucking her so hard that her legs shook, forcing him to hold her up. Her skirt bounced with each thrust, brushing against his skin.
He’d never be able to look at her in this skirt again. It would instantly transport him back to this hot, sweaty, dark, and depraved moment, and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. He could help but imagine her thinking of it too when she slid it up her legs the next practice. Pinching herself under her skirt in the bathroom before a game to work out her pent-up sexual tension, fingering herself and whining that it wasn’t enough when she tried to pretend it was him. He’d ruined it for them both, and he didn’t give a fuck.
“Shit, you’re such a good girl,” Toji moaned, chasing the end of his orgasm like he was running a race, fucking into her hard and deep enough that his hips were hitting her ass now. She was completely out of it, letting him manhandle her into doing whatever he wanted with her, close to passing out. It only got him closer, the idea of her conking out in his bed and letting him toy with her body while she recovered. He wouldn’t (he might), but fuck if the thought wasn’t delicious. “Wish I could fill up this pussy.” She whimpered, muscles spasming around him, and he grinned. “You liked that, didn’t you? Want me to fill you up, baby girl?”
A violent shiver ran through Utahime’s body, and she gasped out, “Please, Daddy–”
His orgasm hit him like a fucking truck, and he slammed into her hard, spending himself inside the condom deep in her cunt with a groan. She’d caught him off guard, the name taking him by surprise so much that it damn near blinded him, his mind whiting out with pleasure. He came so hard that he wouldn’t have been surprised if the condom tore or his cum overflowed and seeped into her, but he didn’t care, one of the most intense orgasms he’d had in a long ass time.
He realized too late that he was gripping her hips hard enough to leave fingerprint bruises as he came down, letting go of her and laying over top of her when she slumped on the bed. He didn’t want to pull out just yet, holding himself over her so he didn’t squash her entirely but keeping his cock buried deep inside of her until he was done. Panting heavily, he brushed aside her hair and kissed her shoulder, the space between her shoulder blades, the nape of her neck. She was trembling under him, whimpering weakly, unable to escape.
After a few minutes to catch his breath and allow his heart rate to go back down to normal, Toji finally pulled his cock out of her, grimacing when she let out a breathy sob and admitted, “It hurts.”
“I know.” He’d fucked her too hard. “I’m sorry.” He wasn’t. “C’mon, I’ll help you get cleaned up.”
Dragging himself away from her, he clambered off the bed and pulled off the condom. Shit felt like it was filled to the brim. He tied it up and tossed it away in the bathroom trash can. He flicked on the light, taking a good long look at his sweaty body and messy hair, then started the bath. He normally took showers, the tub too small for him, but it’d be a perfect fit for Utahime’s little body. She could soak in the hot water, let it soothe her muscles, and hopefully wash away the scent of sex.
He couldn’t send her home to her parents smelling and looking freshly fucked.
When he returned to the bedroom, Toji found that Utahime hadn’t moved, but she’d gone mostly silent with only a few sniffles, her face buried in his pillow. Her skin was still flushed and shiny with sweat. He rolled her onto her back, her head lolling and moaning in protest, but he scooped her up, carrying her to the bathroom in his arms against his chest. When he set her down, he tugged at her skirt, undoing the zipper and letting it pool at her feet so that she was finally naked.
“Use the toilet,” Toji instructed. “Then take a bath. Take all the time you need.”
“Can you…?” Utahime shifted nervously on her feet, covering her chest up with her arms like he hadn’t been sucking on her tits earlier. “Can you come back in for the bath?”
Toji snorted. “Gonna fall asleep on me?” He kissed her head on the forehead, the gesture oddly tender after what he’d done to her body. It didn’t make up for it, not by a longshot. “Yeah, okay, but then we gotta get you home. It’s too late as it is. Don’t want any questions to be asked.”
And he didn’t need her daddy wondering where his little girl was and what she was doing so late at a man’s house. Goddamn, he’d really fucked up this time. This town had started to feel like a home, at least for Megumi. He didn’t need to uproot him because of some high school pussy. What the hell had he been thinking?
Utahime bit her lip. “I can just tell them Mei Mei picked me up and I spent the night with her. We do that sometimes when we have cheer practice in the morning.”
It was a terrible, awful, horrible idea. He needed to get her home. He needed to stop this before she got hurt. He needed to get her away from him before he did something he’d regret – or rather, before he realized that he didn’t regret it one bit. She was a good girl, and he wasn’t a good man. He’d taken something from her that she’d never be able to get back, all but carved his name into her, hollowed her out with his dick. She was innocent, sweet, loving – all the things he couldn’t be if he wanted to live, all the things he’d secretly craved – and he’d tainted her. He could see it even as she gazed up at him with hopeful nervous eyes.
Wanting his approval, eager to prove that he hadn’t made a mistake.
“I’ll get that shirt for you to sleep in,” Toji told her.
“Okay.” Utahime smiled, so tremulously that he had to leave the bathroom for a moment. He was really fucked up, huh. Here she was, just seventeen, grateful to not be rejected after a grown man savagely took her virginity. He couldn’t do any worse to her. She was vulnerable right now as it was, exposed in a way she’d never been before. It would’ve been cruel of him to just drop her off by herself now, right?
It would take everything in him not to touch her in the morning, but she would be much too sore. He doubted she’d be able to sit comfortably during school, her muscles strained for practice, her empty cunt aching at the memory of his cock seated fully inside of her.
He knew he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it – and he’d want to do it again. There was a reason he’d had to force himself to stop gambling, but apparently, he’d found another way to risk it all, and it was with the sweet, cute girl that babysat his son. Fuck.