Kuroko no Basket - Pantsed (Alexandra Garcia x Big Dick Reader)

Summary: The biggest whore in the WNBA and now the coach of a major league basketball: Alex Garcia. A blonde bimbo who flirts and teases like no other, but also is your boss. One day, during an intense one-on-one, your pants fall down and things escalate. Alex is quite impressed by what you're packing, so much so that she wants to get absolutely fucked by it. 

Themes: Porn Logic, Bigger Dick, Teasing, Past Partners

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"Head coach," you called out. Alexandra Garcia was, to put it simply, your boss. The person who you reported to, who you supported and backed up. As the head coach of a major league basketball team, she was constantly under pressure. You tried your best to levy her burdens. You did all the scheduling and performed most – if not all – the administrative duties.

So whenever Alex saw you, she usually lit up because she figured you probably did something good.

As you entered the equipment room, you saw your boss stretching out a long line of black tape, one eye closed as she checked its cohesion. But when you cleared your throat to grab her attention, she tossed it to the side and smiled.

"Finally you're here! I've been waiting forever! Where'd you even go?"

"I got a call from the higher-ups."

"And?" Alex raised a brow, approaching you. Hair set in a lazy ponytail, wearing a simple t-shirt and pink hotpants, Alex was the epitome of whimsical and carefree, especially when paired with that excited smile of hers. "And…?"

"And we got it," you said, matching her smile. "They'll increase the budget by twenty two percent."

"Who-hooo!" Alex leaped at you, crushing you with a big bear hug. Her breasts, given their large size, squished against you delightfully. You felt like you were in heaven.

Of course, it wasn't like this was the first time she did this to you. Alex was flirty by nature, even chatting up some of your players when she felt like it. Hugs and kisses were quite common.

Hm.

…actually, now that you thought about it, you were the only victim of her affection. She flirted with the players, sure, but she never laid a hand on them. Was it merely professional courtesy? If anyone found out she was kissing her own players, being fired would be the least of her worries. She would no doubt be black listed from the industry entirely

Still, you couldn't help but think there was something more to it. The way her lips lingered on you for a second too long. How she always masked personal meetings as dates.

Even now, this hug you were experiencing was a tad bit too intimate.

"Alright!" Alex drew back, hands firmly on your shoulders. "Let's celebrate! Let's play!"

"...huh?"

Alex grinned. "C'mon! You're a coach yet you can't play some ball?"

She grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you to the court. Luckily, you were dressed for the occasion. White shorts and a black top. Something that would let you assist comfortably during practice.

Ball in hand, Alex announced, "We can go for drinks afterwards! On me if you win!" 

You weren't exhausted by work but you certainly weren't at full capacity. Then again, neither was Alex. She did some personal training with the team today and the sheen of sweat from her efforts could still be seen. 

Maybe you could do this.

The two of you established basic rules. Half court, no fouling, no going out of bounds, two steps maximum. You would play till you scored twenty-one points. 

You weren't sure if you were lucky, just that good, or if Alex was taking it easy on you.

Regardless, the match was close. Twenty points for you, nineteen for her. You managed to score a three at the start, giving a huge and well-needed lead. Alex responded with aggressive handling, getting past your defences and finishing with a lay-up. 

After that, everything was a blur. You managed to stop her a few times, as did she. From an outside perspective, it appeared you were evenly matched. Yet as you watched Alex wipe the sweat off her forehead, having missed a three-pointer, you realized you had the edge. She was totally wiped out from training.

"Check," you said, throwing the ball to her. Wordlessly, with a weak grin, she tossed it back.

You immediately drove in, forcing her back, before crossing to the left. Alex was deep in concentration, however, and easily followed you. You stopped and turned on your heel. Alex anticipated you would do that and guarded your right side. 

This was it. She might have been a WNBA player but she was still human. She likely never expected you of all people to do a fake, return to your left, take two steps forward, and do a finger-roll layup.

You felt air hit your legs as you flew up. When you landed, the entirety of your concentration was geared towards the ball, which spun around the rim rapidly before–

"Yes!" You pumped a fist. It went in. You turned to Alex and flashed her a smile. "That's game, I believe. Good match."

Alex was slack-jawed. She didn't move, bewildered eyes stuck to you. You put a hand on your hip.

"What's up?" you asked.

No response. Alex remained as still as a statue. Pink glasses nearly falling over the bridge of her nose.

That was when you noticed. A pair of shorts on the floor next to her.

You suddenly became aware of your oddly naked hip. Normally, you would have felt the fabric of your shorts…

You shuddered. The air seemed to get colder too.

Wait…

You glanced down. Your eyes went wide.

You were naked.

Somehow, likely when you had jumped, Alex grabbed your shorts and pulled it all the way down, including your boxers...

Fuck. You were totally exposed.

Alex had seen everything.

And to make things worse, you were at your worst condition. The intense, hour-long exercise naturally shrank your cock. Then there was the fact you were totally not in the mood, sweating and panting and tired. Your softie was in a state you had never seen before. So small you wondered if you went back to middle school.

You panicked and rather than cover yourself you started sputtering out excuses.

"W-wait, this isn't–"

"Woah." Alex let out a nervous laugh, pushing her glasses back in place. "I didn't think anyone could be packing that much. You're pretty ridiculous, aren't you, assistant coach?"

"Huh?" Your eyes switched from her to your cock. Then back to her. The smile creeping on her face put you on edge. "What do you mean?" 

"Ha! Don't lie! I've slept with a lot of NBA players and I've coached hundreds of men. Been in thousands of locker rooms. I've never seen anything as amazing as that."

She pointed at your crotch with her index finger. For some reason, you didn't try to hide it. Rather, you processed her words, blinking.

"Really?"

You weren't sure if what you were showing was impressive. You assumed it wasn't but judging by the way Alex's eyes were devouring you…maybe you should reevaluate your size. 

"None of the boys in our team could hold a candle to you. Trust me, I've seen them in the locker. Even if they were hard, they couldn't beat you. It wouldn't even be close. The largest was about…" Her fingers gave a rough estimate of their length, "...this big."

Surprise flickered across your features, as well as confusion. That…wasn't impressive. Not one bit. Compared to you, they were nothing, it seemed. The team of tall, burly college boys you coached were nothing more than that: boys. 

Since you had never compared with someone else in the locker room, you didn't know. Then again, this was Alex. Maybe she was teasing you like she usually did. The long smile on her face didn't give you any clues, however, and you were left wondering.

Am I really that special? 

In the midst of your thoughts, the embarrassment of the situation became lost on you. You simply stood there, cock and balls out, as if you didn't have a care in the world. 

"Hehehe…like I said, I've been with some pretty famous NBA players. Big guys. All of them would be jealous of you though. That is a monster softie that puts their hardest erections to shame."

Her eyes, those gorgeous teal-coloured eyes, seemed hazy. Lost in lust and locked to your manhood. You swallowed. 

Only now were you realizing how sweaty she was. How the thin fabric of her shirt hugged her figure. How it was nearly transparent from her sweat. How she was wearing no bra, allowing you a complete picture of her boobs, erect tits and all.

Her hair was dishevelled despite being in a ponytail. Her cheeks were rosy and you couldn't tell if it was from the match or you. You and your supposedly massive dick.

The atmosphere turned hot. Your flaccid cock twitched, awakening from its slumber.

The distance between you and Alex disappeared. Your starry-eyed gazes met.

In usual Alex-style, she acted first and initiated the kiss. A sloppy make out session where you exchanged saliva and love. Swirling tongues begging to be inside the other. But she also didn't forget to grab your cock and pump it languidly.

Your hand went to her ass, gripping each cheek as hard as you could. There was a moment of vulnerability where Alex moaned into you and let you taste her.

You could feel yourself poking her, pre-cum smearing her. Her eyes drifted downward and managed to become wider than saucers.

Alex drooled. "Holy…it's gigantic." Drips of her saliva fell on your cock. Discreetly, she rubbed her legs. "Way bigger than anything I've seen before. I was right about you."

"What does that mean?"

"You know how I can sense if a basketball player is good? I can also sense how big a man's cock is. I was always confused as to why you always had the biggest cock but now," she licked her lips, "I understand. I understand completely. You're on a whole other level, you know that?"

Her hands stroked your cock. Faces inches apart, you contemplated kissing or blowing her back.

However, the erect nipples jabbing you gave you a third option. Your hands slithered up her shirt and cupped her boobs, fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

"Wow."

"They're G-cups, you know? I'm quite proud of them," Alex said as a finger glided across a pulsing vein. Your cock lurched forward and became sandwiched between her thighs. "Oh yeah, big boy. Keep it going. Keep getting bigger."

Honestly, you couldn't tell if Alex was just exaggerating your size or if you were genuinely well-hung to a baffling degree. Regardless, you let your body commit to its natural processes. Growing harder and harder, angrier and angrier.

Alex rubbed your cock between her toned thighs, leaving you breathless. A slick string of pre-cum fell. 

"My body is preeeetty flexible, you know?" Her eyes twinkled. "Why don't we do it here?"

You couldn't hold yourself. 

You grabbed Alex, bent her over, and drove your cock inside. Her insides practically invited you in, reaching her deepest spot. You used her arms as reigns, fucking her with force you didn't you had.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! So goood! You're so good!" Her glasses were nearly about to fall. "So big! You're amazing! Amazing! Unh! Unh! Unh!"

"If I'm so big, then how come I slid so easily?" You asked in between grunts. "Just how many dicks have you had?"

"Too–unh! Too many to count!" A luscious moan. "So far, you're–ah! Ah! My…my third best!"

You narrowed your eyes. Her words seemed to trigger a primal instinct in you. You tightened your grip on her wrists and started to hammer into her like never before. The thunderous claps made the gym room nothing more than your breeding ground.

"Third, huh?" You doubled your speed. The exhaustion you once had seemed to fade. "How about now?"

"S-second!" Alex gasped out.

"I thought you said I had the biggest dick?"

"M-maybe…unh!" There was slobber in her mouth and she couldn't speak coherently. "Maybe I liedsh!"

With those words, Alex clamped down on you and orgasmed. Her juices pooled onto your feet. Her expression turned into pure ecstasy, eyes rolled back and tongue hanging out.

Once she gathered her breath, she said, "More…" Alex broke from your hold, put her hands on the floor, and proceeded to wrap her thighs around your waist. You Instinctively grabbed her by the sides, making sure she wouldn't fall. She turned, revealing her crazy, inflamed heart-shaped pupils. "More…!"

Not only were her sides toned, but her thighs as well. They weren't overly muscular, however, and were on the softer side for an athlete.

You grinned. 

The shower stall, the backroom, the office. That night, nothing stopped you from getting her to admit you were her best fuck.

"How many cocks have been inside here!?" You asked as you jackhammered her in the locker room. Hands pressed to the wall, she could barely react to the onslaught of orgasms caused by your cock.

"A…a h-hundred! T-two hundred!" Alex screamed.

"And who is the best! Whose cock did you like the most!?"

Alex took a gulpful of air before answering. Her ass was red from how much you clapped her. At this point, she knew there could only be one answer. One man who seemed to possess endless stamina and endless lust for her.

"Y-yours! Yours!"

The smile on your face glowed. You actually got her to admit it after about ten minutes in the wheelbarrow position. Whoever was number one must not have been very impressive. At least compared to you.

"Who is the biggest!?"

"You!"

"The man that can satisfy you completely!"

"You! It's you! Fuccccck!"

You groaned, went in balls-deep, and let yourself loose. Cock pulsating, you released an insane amount of cum. Your seed touched places Alex didn't even know existed–that could be touched. Very soon after your climax, she passed out.

While you were pulling out, you heard something. 

"Oh fuck."

Apparently, you and Alex fucked well into the night and morning because your entire college basketball team was right there, jerking their pathetic little meats off. Your eyes swept past their lengths. Alex was right, they were small.

As soft and drained as you were, you could look at them with the confidence of an NBA coach.

"H-hey, sir, can we…?" The player with the biggest cock gestured to the unconscious Alex. You narrowed your eyes, a flicker of anger, and he immediately backed away. He might have been the most well-equipped of the players but he was inferior to you regardless. 

"No," you said. 

And that was that.

The cum covered Alex was left alone as you coached the team in her stead. You knew her naked body would forever be ingrained in their heads. But you had nothing to worry about, since Alex was undoubtedly devoted to you.

During break, you gave her a nice little shower, carried her back to the bench, and sat next to her as she slept. Alex shivered slightly so you draped a blanket over her. Her little sigh of relief was cute to hear.

You smiled. Right now, at this moment, there was no place in the world you wanted to be other than with her, Alexandra Garcia.

***

That day forward, you and Alex were sort of official. The management team didn't know, although your pupils certainly did. That was good enough, you supposed. It was a quiet relationship where there was little PR involved. No nosy reporters, only curious friends and colleagues.

Plus, every morning you would be greeted by the most gracious, boner-inducing view in WNBA history.

"Sheesh. You fuck harder than any of the team does slam dunks." Yawning, one eye closed, Alex saw your bodily reaction and remarked, "And yet you still have the ability to get hard. Sheesh."

Her undershirt was slipping and her figure was immaculate. You couldn't help yourself. Last night, you two went at it like maniacs. Easily on-par with your first rutting, which among your session stood out as being particularly intense. Alex was a freak and you were the man whose dick perfectly fit inside said freak. It was a phenomenal experience and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

Hand on your erection, stroking it, Alex whispered in your ear, "After breakfast."

A thick string of pre-cum slung off your tip. You growled and pushed her to the wall. You tugged her panties to the side and shoved your cock inside her tired cunt. The way her pussy lips wrapped around your girth was phenomenal. You quickly put your hands on her hips to steady yourself.

Alex was pressed to the wall, standing straight, toned butt against pelvis. You couldn't see it but you knew her face was melting into ecstasy as you rubbed her G-spot. You thrusted up and up and up until–

"F-fuck!"

–her cunt tightened and an impossible pressure zapped your legs and balls. Before you knew it, you were spewing your first load of the day. It was intense, bursting into her womb. You had lasted twenty seconds, maybe less.

Heavy breathing drowned the room. You, recovering from your orgasm, relaxing, softening. A trail of fluids dripped to the floor, your shrinking cock becoming less and less of a lodge. Alex, meanwhile, stood still and eventually…

"Ha…"…Alex laughed. "So fast." She licked her lips. "Are you a minute man now?"

Shock went up your body, joined by irreparable fury. Your softening dick shot into a full-blown, angry erection, and you started slamming into her. 

"Ah….ah! Ah! Ah! Ha!" Her moans turned into laughter. "Hahaha! Ha~! Ah!~"

You went harder. Faster. The cum sloshing in her womb tingled places she didn't know were there. The moans erupting from her lips, the tightening of her cunt, her twisting expression. Her ass was red from your thrusts.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

"Oooh~♡! God! Oh godddd~! I love it! I love it!" 

"Do you now!?"

"Yes!! Yesssh! Oh god! I love you so much! I can't live without you! I can't live without your cock! Your beautiful cock!"

"Say it louder!"

"Your thick, long cock! It's feeling me up! It's fucking me soooo deep! Sooo deeeep~! Mmmmh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck~♡!"

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

Eventually, in less than a minute, you came again. A satisfied sigh left you as you pumped her senseless with your spunk. But this time, there was no snark remarks. This time, Alex fell to the floor, unconscious, and you did nothing to stop it. Her booty raised, body shaking, eyes twitching, allowing copious amounts of cum to cream out.

You were done. You won.