Chapter 2 - Ichika's Sweaty Gym Workout

Notes - All characters in this story are the age of 18 or above. This means that if a character happens to be under this age in the show canonically, in this story they are to be depicted as an adult version of them. I do not want to nor wish to condone sexual intercourse with minors. 


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Tags - Harem, Creampie, Blowjobs, Netorare, Public Sex.
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The day before was insane to put things lightly. The Quintuplets walked in on a handsome man masturbating the springs, and found themselves splashed with cum, or at least some of them did. Yotsuba and Nino Nakano were the ones tasked with servicing him, which inevitably sparked some jealousy amongst the others that fancied his looks. Although they were complete strangers, Ichika would be lying if she said that she wasn’t interested in him. Her sisters went to sleep without speaking a word of it that night, but Ichika felt unfulfilled by the anti-climactic ending. 


That was why she felt that she longed for something, Yotsuba and Nino got fucked by a real man, and they looked like they were in heaven. Ichika wanted to feel that same thing, so she ended up trying to find the man after the fact. The first place that she could think of was none other than the place where they had first met, the gym. Ichika snuck away from her sisters after they had left the hot springs, and immediately rushed to her room and to her closet, changing her clothes into wearing something more appropriate as gym etiquette. Tight-fitting black yoga pants that hugged her curves, a crop top that showed off her toned stomach, and a sports bra that didn’t do an exceptional job in containing her huge melons. 


“Where are you heading off to, Ichika? The gym?” asked Fuutarou, who had caught her just on the way out.


“U-Um, yes! I feel really energized for some reason.” said Ichika, trying not to sound overly suspicious. 


“Well, I wish you would feel that way about studying. Would you mind if I tagged along with you? Maybe I could benefit from getting some physical exercise in.” said Fuutarou, throwing a wrench in the plans of Ichika, but she still wasn’t going to relent. She needed this, seeing a glimpse of that magnificent cock, Ichika was too horny to let this go. Instead of turning him away, Ichika accepted his request, and thus the two headed towards the gym.


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Sometime later…


There was no guarantee that the man on her mind would be there, but lo’ and behold, there he was. Standing before her, almost as if he was expecting to see her. They didn’t exchange words, but merely a telling glance, as Ichika could barely hear whatever it was that Fuutarou was saying next to her. They didn’t approach the man directly, but Ichika slowly gravitated towards him, as he was occupying one of the machines that were used to workout his legs. 


“Did you tell him what happened?” he whispered, voice hushed as Fuutarou excused himself to grab a drink of water and some towels before getting started.


“O-Of course I didn’t…” muttered Ichika.


“Did you come here looking for me?” he asked, perceptive enough to tell that she was definitely expecting something. 


“Wha?-… I…” muttered Ichika, incapable of explaining herself. 


Fuutarou came back in the middle of their hushed conversation, making her way back towards Ichika as he briefly noticed the man standing beside her, remembering him from the day before. He awkwardly waved at the man, who more or less shrugged off his greeting. Ichika tried to workout, but was distracted by the memories of last night, as well as the man’s precedes beside her. She couldn’t help but notice that his rather athletic build was so hot, and she couldn’t even focus on her own work out that was really just an excuse to come see him.


“Do you need help with that? I think your forms all over the place.” he offered his guidance, when Ichika was trying to do squats, working out her glutes, and potentially trying to show off her butt and legs. 


Fuutarou didn’t really know what he was doing, so he was sitting across from them, with Ichika looking right at him, as he tried leg curls on the machines and set the weight to as light as he could take. 


Ichika understood his ulterior motives, but nodded her head compliantly anyway. He stood familiarly close to her, his goals as plain as day, his smirk hidden by the angle that Fuutarou had. Although finding it weird that Ichika seemed friendly with this man, he didn’t think much of it, perhaps too dense for his own good. 


“You smell amazing. I can’t believe all of you sisters can be so hot.” complimented the man, his hands sliding onto her tight waist, making Ichika’s face flushed the deepest shade of red. While he did whisper instructions on how to correct her form into her ear, the most important part was the fact that his crotch was snugly pressed against her fat backside. Ichika’s shapely ass felt soft and most importantly fat rubbing against him, ever so slightly every time she would bend her knees, and get really low to the ground, only to stand back up with her butt pushing back against him more than usual.


“Oh gosh, it’s against me. He’s pushing this thing against me.” repeated Ichika in her own head, watching carefully towards Fuutarou and hoping that he wouldn’t question it. 


“Your boobs are huge just like there’s too, damn. It must be passed down the family, huh?” he asked, staring down her abundant cleavage from behind, as he couldn’t help but give her more of a nudge and grind harder against her butt. Ichika bit her bottom lip and let out a groan, although the squats were definitely working the right muscles and were tiring them out, it was all worth it because of the fact that his stiffening penis was steadily growing larger and larger, hoping it would reach the same size that graced her eyes when she and the other Quintuplets walked in in him stroking that unbelievable length.


“Are you turned on? I could tell from when I first saw you, you’re a real slut. That’s your boyfriend over there, right?” he asked, making Ichika’s heart race as she overdid the subtle movements and purposefully rolled her hips to massage his crotch with her big bum. It was a state where her lustful hormones threw her minds rationale out the window, Ichika was jealous that Nino and Yotsuba got to fool around with the man. She wanted to get fucked, and fucked badly. 


“Are you okay, Ichika? You’re sweating a lot.” asked Fuutarou, still completely oblivious to what was going on. Ichika was pushing herself to maintain the image that she was solely working out, perhaps completing more reps than usual so that she’d have an excuse to back that ass up against the rich stud’s hardening cock. He himself was having trouble restraining his raging libido, a boner that wouldn’t be able to go soft unless dealt with accordingly.


“I-I’m fine, Fuutarou. These squats are just really working well, I think I’m going to have him help me out today, so if you don’t mind-…” muttered Ichika, growing silent when that clothed slab of meat slid in between her butt cheeks, squeezing them firmly as if to test its girth.


“Yeah, don’t worry about it. I wouldn’t be able to help you much anyways.” said Fuutarou, raising an eyebrow at the sight of Ichika. 


They took a break of squats but Ichika was behaving oddly much to Fuutarou’s surprise, he thought that they were nothing more than acquaintances, and he was already exhausted after completing one set of workouts, seeing Ichika sit on the man’s lap as they had a break. 


“Ichika…” muttered Fuutarou, wanting to approach her and see if everything was fine.


“She’s just hurt thigh, so I’m just massaging it to fix it up a bit.” explained the man, seemingly reading Fuutarou’s mind.


“Oh, was that what it was? Alright, then.” he dismissed it, although realizing that Ichika was hardly paying attention to him. Her head was tilted down towards the floor, sitting straight with her butt smothering the tent of his pants, as his fingers tenderly squeezed and rubbed her smooth thighs. 


“It’s poking me…” she whispered huskily, placing her hand on his chest and staring up towards his eyes. How obviously smitten she was, he thought, smugly grinning as he ran his other than down her back.


“Look how hard you made me, Ichika. It wouldn’t be polite to leave me like this, don’t you think? What do you say about helping me out here, to return the favour.” he proposed, making her bounce lightly by shaking his leg while she sat on his lap, with Ichika jumping slightly when he tapped her butt with his fingers.


“In that case, then we should…”


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“Huh? Where’d they go?” said Fuutarou, returning from a brief trip to the washroom after chugging down a bottle of water. 


Meanwhile, Ichika and her new friend were busy getting cozy elsewhere. There was very limited space in the gym where they could have their privacy, and the only place that crossed their minds was the locker room showers. Thankfully, it wasn’t too busy given how early in the morning it was, and the two managed to successfully sneak themselves inside without being caught. Ichika had never felt this exhilarated before, hungrily eyeing down his crotch as he stripped the pants off of his legs. Wanting to create some noise in the event that someone walked in, they turned on the surrounding showers around them, as Ichika rushed to take off her own clothing, knowing that they didn’t have all day before someone walked in on them. Almost forgetting that Fuutarou was somewhere waiting outside.


“Oh my god!… It’s-… It’s huge…” gasped Ichika, in literal awe. Obviously it wasn’t her first time seeing it, but that’s what it felt like. Yotsuba and Nino were the only ones that had an up close and personal encounter with it, and now Ichika was about to have him all to herself. His cocky grin demonstrated how accustomed he was to this sort of praise, and while it did fill him with pride, it was natural. Of course the ladies that he would expose himself to would react similarly. 


It was almost an instantaneous response to drop down to her knees, almost as if she was popping the same squatting techniques that he had taught her earlier. Ichika’s round butt popped out as she introduced herself to his mammoth sized junior, beginning by swallowing the head inside of her willing mouth, shuddering from the manly taste as she made the guy laugh triumphantly from how obedient and eagerly she was bobbing her head. Lips glued around the veiny girth, her taste buds washed with the peculiar taste that was definitely strengthened due to the accumulation of sweat from working out. Maybe they could have served better to shower before doing what they were about to do, Ichika didn’t particularly mind anyways, evident by how her outstretched tongue was sloppily sliding against the veiny undershaft as she jerked her head violently back and forth.


“W-Woah, you’re really impatient, huh? Were you thinking about me all night?” he teased, responded by moans of agreement, nodding her head with her mouth still stuffed full with the immense phallus. Her thighs trembled as Ichika couldn’t remember if she’d ever been this turned on before, dragging her head back and forth, taking him down as far as she possibly could without gagging, then sliding all the way back until he barely slipped out of her pursed lips. 


A couple minutes passed by, and while he did love her enthusiastic blowjob, what was more important to him was to pound that naughty pussy of hers. Eventually he’d probably cum if they continued as is, but his ambitions were higher, and he was sure that Ichika’s were too, because he could already see how drenched she’d become. 


“I’ll give you what you want, come up here. I’m gonna fuck you real good.” he growled, lifting Ichika up off the floor and using those muscles that he’d been working on to carry her, flat back against the wet wall as he closed the distance between them, the two completely nude man and woman clinched onto one another breathlessly, lips smashing together as they both engaged the kiss at the same time, wanting it equally. Ichika gasped into his mouth as they passionately wrestled their tongues together, giving herself up and coiling her legs around him, his hand conveniently placed on her bum as he squished the soft supple flesh, admiring it. 


Ichika’s squeals were almost adorable, she had a mature air about her compared to the other sisters, and it made her irresistible. Her lips tasted sweet and her voice grew louder when he started to fill her insides with his thick, masculine cock. It was huge and burly, wide and long, pushing her soaked vaginal lips apart, making Ichika whimper from the explosive penetration, tingling sensations felt bursting through her loins as she clung onto his shoulders. Repeatedly cursing to herself as her inner tunnels gripped his thrusting cock that was carefully inserted inches at a time. 


“Uungh, fuck! It’s in me!… You’re really inside of meee.” moaned Ichika, like a hungry slut, panting in his ear as he shoved her back flat against the wall, their chests pressed together, boobs smushing against his pecs as he attacked her lips with his own and made her beautiful tits jiggle as he slammed his muscular hips inside of her. 


Ichika felt like her entire world was being rocked, roughing her up and manhandling the desperate slut until her pussy started to clench and recklessly convulse around his hefty penis, only lasting under a minute until she was already soaring to heaven. The anticipation of the moment was too much for the busty babe to handle, Ichika found him incredibly attractive and he easily seduced her without much effort. He smiled against her lips before sucking on her tongue, letting gravity pull her down harder onto his towering cock that reached her cervix, hitting it ever so wonderfully which made Ichika’s eyes roll to the back of their sockets. 


The overflowing pleasure felt dream-like, and Ichika was quickly drunken with lust, dizzy as her leg shook from getting fucked incredibly hard, ravenously running her hands over his muscular body, mesmerized by how manly he really was. Fuutarou had definitely charmed her, but this guy was different. Very flashy in appearance, and maybe his personality was a bit sweeter, but he was definitely a lady killer, and Ichika had already fallen victim to him.


Fuutarou wasn’t usually the type to take showers in public spaces, preferring his privacy, but he’d really been sweating a lot and he didn’t want to walk home while being drenched in it. Of course his workout was tame, but it felt fierce because of the fact that he wasn’t adjusted to physical activity. He entered the room and immediately noticed a pair of sneakers that was peeking out of the showers, which belonged to Ichika, easy to tell because of the pink color. Luckily for Ichika and her new man, his shoes were still past the blinds, so Fuutarou could only see Ichika’s pair.


“Ichika?” he asked curiously, having little idea as to why she would be in the men's locker room.


“O-Oh, Fuutarou?!… What are you doing in here?” gasped Ichika, trying to feign ignorance and pretend that he was the one that made a mistake.


“Me?!… You’re the one in the men's showers!” exclaimed Fuutarou, feeling second hand embarrassment from the mixup, oblivious to the truth behind it.


“I am?!… Oh no, I better nngh-… I’ll get out soon, keep an eye out for me so nobody walks in, okay?… Aahh, slow down…” ushered Ichika, pressing against the man’s chest as he hardly stopped fucking her despite the fact that her boyfriend was standing directly outside the blinds. Fuutatou’s presence didn’t deter him in anyway, meanwhile Ichika was trying to stop his motions, the man only felt even more motivated to make her blast her cum all over his turgid cock. 


“Y-Yeah, no problem. I’ll step outside then, is everything okay? It sounds like you’re breathing heavily. Was your work out that difficult?” asked Fuutarou, a hint of concern in his voice.


“I-I’m fine, so just leave already!! I’m naked!!” screamed Ichika, having to cover her mouth shut with both palms to even have a chance of concealing her boisterous moans. The sensitive entrance of her womb was met with thrust after empowered thrust, it was an inexplicable sensation that she could have never hoped to achieve by Fuutarou’s side. Ichika didn’t even feel guilty about it, believing that this was a hard fucking that she deserved wholeheartedly. 


Fuutarou nodded his head and apologized before excusing himself, standing guard at the front of the door as the noise behind it was drowned out by the powerful running shower head and the water splashing against the ground. Ichika let loose and flailed her hips after managing to control herself despite the intense tension, having never been in such an adrenaline pumping situation before. Fuutarou was standing right by as another man fucked her into oblivion, understanding why Yotsuba and Nino had trouble waking up the next morning, expending their energy towards pleasuring this hunk of a man. 


His nutsack flopped against her rear as his boiling orgasm turned around the corner, while in a perfect world they would have spent hours glued together like this and fucking, standing tall and pounding Ichika against the wall wasn’t something he could manage for hours on end. Especially considering the fact they never knew when the next person would barge in, needing to shower, and instead walking in on two naked lovebirds fucking away like their lives depended on it. Ichika thrusted against him by rolling her hips in gyrating motions against his pelvis, tearing up as she let out silent gasps of air, having trouble steadying her breath as her own rippling orgasms came crashing down all at once. Ichika came once, then twice, and a third time. In a state of euphoric bliss, she eventually lost count of how many times her succulent pussy clamped down onto his meat stick, that was cleaving away at her cunt and hammering it like a battering ram. It was heavy, sturdy, and intimidating. Ichika would have never done this in her right mind, but imagining taking a huge cock inside of her naughty pussy had driven her insane.


“Cum, cum!! Cum in me!” begged Ichika, having to end things now or else she’d be hooked far beyond the point of return. If she left after this, maybe there’s be a chance that she wasn’t completely spell bound to this colossal cock that was tearing her pussy apart. Vaginal juices trickled down the back of her thighs as Ichika reached her limit, forcing that thick manhood that was lodged deep within the trenches of her cunt that filled to the brim. It felt like her pussy could never physically return to the state it was in after he disconnected his cream lathered erection that had ejected load after copious load inside of her womb, marking Ichika’s next destination which was the store to purchase birth control pills else she would be knocked up without a doubt.


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A couple minutes later…


“I can’t believe you took a shower in the mens locker room… What if someone else other than me walked in on you?” scolded Fuutarou, in disbelief of Ichika’s “careless” actions.


Although she cracked an odd smile, as if there was something that she was content with. Fuutarou couldn’t read her face, and he noticed that Ichika was walking funny, as if she had a lip, perhaps overworking herself in the gym? She oughta take better precaution, he thought, as Ichika laughed it off, rubbing her stomach as she whispered into Fuutarou’s ear.


“Let’s go on a date, just me and you?” she teased, giving him a wink as he blushed, a beaming smile on her face as she internally celebrated the fact that she swapped phone numbers with the man.


Surely, this meant that this probably wasn’t the last time they would meet each other. It wouldn’t be, because the man wasn’t yet satisfied just yet, there were still two of the five Quintuplets remaining, and he couldn’t stop himself after tasting three of them. 


“Alright… Where do you want to go?” asked Fuutarou.


“Oh, nowhere special… Let’s stop by somewhere else first.” responded Ichika, walking ahead of him by a few steps, not bothering to look back. 







