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"Women weaken legs"

Pairing: BoxerArthurTv x Gf!reader

Summary: After your boyfriend Arthur was in boxing training camp and was forced to go 6-8 weeks without distractions and sex, he goes feral for his girlfriend when he gets out

Category: Smut

Word Count: 2.4k

*****

"You've got this, Art," Coach Mike's voice echoed through the gym, a steady rhythm to the sound of gloves smacking into the punching bag. Arthur's knuckles were raw, his eyes narrowed in focus. He threw one last jab before stepping back to catch his breath. The air had sweat and the faint scent of antiseptic, a smell that had become oddly comforting over the past six weeks.

"Thanks, Mike," Arthur gasped, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "Almost there."

"Almost?" Mike chuckled, clapping a firm hand on Arthur's shoulder. "You're more than ready, kid. Six weeks of hell and you're still standing. Give 'em hell out there tomorrow night."

The bell rang, signaling the end of training. Arthur's muscles ached, but he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. He'd missed her. The countless hours of conditioning and sparring had filled his mind with images of her, her laugh, her touch. The anticipation of seeing her was a driving force behind every punch thrown, every drop of sweat shed.

The next evening, the arena lights bathed him in a warm glow as he stepped into the ring. His opponent was a towering figure, but Arthur's thoughts were elsewhere. He could feel her presence in the stands, her eyes on him. The cheers grew louder, but the only voice he heard was hers, whispering his name like a sweet promise.

The fight was brutal, but Arthur's determination was unshakeable. With every punch thrown and taken, he grew more feral, more desperate for the moment when he could finally claim his reward. The bell rang, signaling the end of the final round. He had won. The crowd erupted in applause, but all Arthur could see was the figure making her way towards the locker room, her hips swaying with purpose.

The moment he saw her, the dam broke. Months of pent-up desire flooded his veins. He didn't bother with a customary hello, instead, he lunged towards her, wrapping her in a crushing embrace. "I've missed you so much," he murmured into her hair, feeling her body melt into his.

The locker room door slammed shut behind them, muffling the noise of the arena. Their kisses grew more frantic as they tugged at each other's clothes, eager to feel skin on skin. The world outside ceased to exist as they explored every inch of each other's bodies, relearning the contours that had been etched into their memories.

Her breath hitched as Arthur's hands slid down to cup her ass, lifting her up against his groin. She could feel the evidence of his need pressing into her, and it made her core clench with want. He began to dry hump her, his movements rough and unbridled, the fabric of their clothes the only barrier to the friction they both craved.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, baby," he growled into her ear, his words sending shivers down her spine. "I've thought about this every night, dreamt of your sweet pussy wrapped around me." She moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist as she ground herself against him.

"Take me, Arthur," she begged, her voice a needy whine that made his cock throb even more. "I need you inside me."

He didn't need another invitation. He set her down on the cold bench, her legs still wrapped around him. He kissed her deeply, his tongue claiming her mouth as his hands worked on her jeans, desperate to free the prize he'd been fantasizing about for weeks. The zipper rasped as he pulled it down, and the second her panties were in his grasp, he slid them aside, revealing her glistening wetness.

Arthur's cock was a steel rod against her stomach, straining against his shorts. He couldn't wait another second. He pulled away from her, panting, and stepped back, pulling his shorts down to free himself. The sight of his erection made her mouth water; it had been so long since she'd had him, she'd almost forgotten how big he was.

With trembling hands, she reached out to touch him, her fingers tracing the length of his shaft. He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as she wrapped her hand around him, her thumb brushing the bead of precum that had formed at the tip. He was so hard it was almost painful, his body screaming for release after weeks of deprivation.

"You're so wet for me, aren't you?" Arthur whispered, his voice thick with lust. "I can feel how much you've missed this cock." He slid two fingers into her, her slickness coating them easily. She was so ready for him, her walls clenching around his digits as she arched her back, gasping for air. "You're going to be so tight, baby," he murmured, pumping them in and out, curling them to hit her g-spot.

Her nails dug into his back as he continued to tease her, her moans growing louder with each stroke. "Please," she begged, "I need you inside me."

"You want this cock, don't you?" Arthur's voice was a gruff whisper, his eyes dark with desire. "You want me to fill you up and make you scream?" He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "You're going to come so hard on my dick, baby. You're going to milk every drop out of me."

Her response was a whimper, her hips rocking against his hand. "Yes," she panted, "please, Arthur."

He didn't waste another second. With a grin that was pure carnality, he lined himself up and thrust into her in one swift motion. She was tight, just as he'd imagined, her body clamping down on him like a vice. He groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he savored the feeling of being inside her again.

Her voice barely a whisper. "I missed this so much."

"Missed what, baby?" Arthur nuzzled her neck, his breath hot against her skin. "Missed me fucking you senseless?"

Her eyes rolled back in her head, a low moan escaping her lips as he continued to pump into her. "Yes," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "Missed this."

Her nails dug into his back, urging him deeper, her hips rising to meet each of his punishing thrusts. "You're so big," she gasped, her eyes glazed over with desire. "It's been so long."

"Yeah, I know," he murmured, his voice a low growl as he picked up the pace. "But I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere."

Their bodies moved together in a rhythm that was both fierce and familiar. He whispered filthy words into her ear, telling her exactly what he was going to do to her, and she met each one with a moan of agreement. The bench creaked under their weight, their movements growing more frantic with each passing second.

Her legs tightened around him, her pussy clenching down on him as she approached climax. "I'm going to come," she panted, her voice a desperate plea. "I'm going to come all over your cock."

"That's it, baby," Arthur encouraged, his own orgasm building. "Come for me. I want to feel you come all over me."

Their movements grew erratic, the air thick with the scent of their arousal. He pounded into her, his every stroke hitting that perfect spot that made her eyes roll back in her head. The tension grew, coiling tighter and tighter until she shattered, her body convulsing around him as she screamed out his name.

The sound of her pleasure was like a trigger for him. With a roar that was part victory, part release, Arthur emptied himself into her, his hips jerking as he came harder than he ever had before. They clung to each other, their breaths ragged and their hearts racing, as the aftershocks of their shared climax washed over them.

*****

For a moment, they just stayed there, their bodies joined, their hearts beating in sync. The noise of the arena outside was a distant memory, forgotten in the face of the passion that consumed them. And as they finally pulled apart, both gasping for air, Arthur knew that the weeks of sacrifice had been worth it. Because now, he had her, and nothing else mattered.

He leaned in, his forehead resting against hers, their eyes locked in a silent promise of more to come. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice still thick with lust. "You're always going to be mine."

Her response was a sultry smile, her eyes dropping to his mouth before she whispered, "And you're always going to be the one who makes me feel this way."

Their kiss was slow and deep, a promise of what was to come. Arthur broke away, his eyes dark and hungry. "Take off your shirt," he ordered, his voice a command that sent a thrill down her spine.

With trembling hands, she obeyed, letting the fabric fall away to reveal her bare breasts. He took a moment to appreciate the sight before leaning down to take one nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue until it was a tight peak. She moaned, arching her back, her hands tangling in his hair as he moved to the other one, giving it the same attention.

"You like that, baby?" he murmured against her skin. "You like when I make your tits feel good?"

"Yes," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. "More, Arthur."

He chuckled, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh before he straightened, his eyes never leaving hers. "You want more?"

"God, yes," she whimpered, her body aching for his touch.

"Good," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Because I've got plenty more where that came from." He stepped back, his eyes traveling down her body before he reached out to grab her by the hips, pulling her to the edge of the bench. "Spread your legs for me."

The command was simple, but the way he said it made her knees wobble. She obeyed, her legs spreading wide to give him full access to her. He stepped between them, his cock standing tall and proud, still slick with their combined juices.

"Look at how wet you are," he said, his voice a gruff whisper. "Look at how much you want me."

Her cheeks flushed as she did as he said, her eyes meeting his as he stroked himself, her juices glistening on his fingers. "Please," she begged, "I need you again."

With a wicked smirk, Arthur leaned in, his cock brushing against her clit. "You're going to get me," he said, "over and over again. Until you can't walk straight."

And with that, he slammed back into her, their moans of pleasure echoing through the locker room. The only sound was their ragged breaths and the slap of skin on skin as they moved together, lost in the heat of their reunion.

The world outside had ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the feel of Arthur inside her, his dirty words in her ear, and the promise of countless more nights like this to come.

"Fuck, you’re amazing," Arthur groaned, his voice gruff with pleasure. "You feel so good, baby."

Her cheeks flushed, her breathing still ragged from the intensity of their lovemaking.

Their lovemaking grew more intense, each stroke driving her closer to the edge. "You're going to come for me again," Arthur said, his voice a dark promise. "And this time, I'm going to watch you fall apart."

Her eyes locked on his, she could feel the tension coiling inside her, ready to snap. "I'm going to come," she moaned, her voice high and needy. "I'm going to come so hard."

"That's it," he murmured, his hips moving faster. "Come for me, baby."

And she did, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm, her nails digging into his shoulders as she screamed his name.

Arthur's pace grew more erratic, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, I'm going to fill you up," he groaned, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're going to feel me for days."

Her eyes widened at his words, her pussy clenching around him. "Do it," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. "I want it all."

With a final roar, Arthur emptied himself into her, his cum spilling into her in hot, thick spurts. They held onto each other tightly, their bodies shaking from the force of their shared release.

They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat and their hearts racing. The world had stopped spinning, and all that was left was the two of them, in this moment of pure, unbridled passion.

"You're so fucking beautiful when you come," Arthur murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. "So tight, so wet."

As they came down from the high, Arthur leaned in to kiss her, slow and deep, tasting the salt of her sweat and the sweetness of her lips. "I've missed you so much," he murmured, his voice filled with emotion.

"And I've missed this," she replied, her voice still shaky from the intensity of their coupling. "It's been too long."

They broke apart, both panting, and took a moment to catch their breath. The locker room was still, the only sound their ragged inhales and exhales.

"We should get out of here," Arthur said, his voice a low murmur. "Before someone finds us."

They quickly redressed, sharing shy smiles and stolen touches as they pulled their clothes back on. The world outside waited for them, but for now, all that mattered was the quiet intimacy of this stolen moment.

The cool London air hit them like a slap in the face as they stepped out of the arena, their bodies still flushed from their passionate reunion. They walked hand in hand through the bustling streets, the neon lights reflecting off their sweat-soaked skin.

"I can't wait to get you home," Arthur whispered, his eyes dark with desire. "I've got so much more to show you."

Her heart raced at the promise in his voice, the excitement of what was to come. "Is that right?" she teased, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Oh, you have no idea," he said, his grip on her hand tightening. "The things I've been dreaming of doing to you."

The night was young, and Arthur had eight weeks of pent-up passion to unleash. As they disappeared into the night, the city of London had no idea of the carnage of love that was about to unfold in their private sanctuary.

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