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cute-sucker · 10 months ago
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note: this is an unofficial part 2 of this boxer!rafe and his sweetheart <3
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boxer!rafe can't stop thinking about you pregnant, and some would say he got more protective when you did get pregnant.
you weren't showing yet, but he was always keeping a watchful eye on you, protective hand wandering to your midsection.
after the scare you gave him at the games, he watched you all the time, willfully bringing home more food than was needed, feeling willing to come back home when he heard your whines through the phone, and buying you the most beautiful sundresses ever.
sometimes the two of you would spend more time together, looking out the balcony as he smoked a cigarette, and you looked outside with a dazed expression, hand stroking your stomach. he watched the way your nose wrinkled when a trendil of smoke reached your nose.
you made a screwed face, and then looked back at rafe with a pointed look, "i don't like that."
the next day all the cigarettes in your house were gone, and he went back to boxing. it was sweet the way your small proclamation could command him to do anything. sometimes you couldn't help but test it. test how much he loved you, and how willing he was go to. you knew it was bad the way you were acting, but you ached for the attention.
so it was all to plan when you woke up craving a burger.
not just any burger. it needed to be homemade, or even one of the burgers that rafe had made you during your first date. you remember it so clearly, the way his hand scimmed past your back as he helped you chop the cucumbers, a soft hand twirling a tendril of your hair.
it was all in your head, and suddenly you needed the burger with your life. you were pawing at his chest, soft whines leaving your mouth. he woke suddenly, taking a deep inhale of air.
"what's wrong?" he muttered, words slurred with sleep. you couldn't feel but feel bad as you pouted at him. you were wearing a pretty nightgown with a bow at the top. you watched him scan your swollen body.
you were pulling all the routes as you lowered your voice, "i need a burger."
he looked at you incredulously, eyebrows raised putting his rough hand on your shoulder, "right now?"
you frowned, before rubbing your stomach, "yes."
he groaned, falling back to head head first. you bit your tongue to stop giggles from spilling out of your mouth. he was so soft with you now, and you knew that months ago he would never act like this. but you couldn't help but tug at his arm as a grunt fell from his mouth.
"do you really need it, mama?"
now you couldn't stop your smile. you loved it when he called you 'mama,' and you loved the gentle tilt of his mouth when he called you that. and you rested your head back, nodding. finally, he gave an annoyed sigh before getting out of bed.
"goddamn it," he groaned, pulling a cleaner shirt up his head. you rested at his feet watching him put on his clothes. there was something so domestic about the whole scenario. tanyhilll was full of pictures of the two of you, small pieces of the two of you.
finally, as if he realised you were watching him, he scowled looking at you. still in your nightgown with a frenzied look on your face, he seemed to sigh again.
"ah, don't you think you should change?" he murmured, hands skimming over your top. you melted at his touch, practically hopping into his lap with eagerness. he let out a laugh before gently pushing you away, "listen. you gotta change out of that. can't have you looking like that."
you gave him a cheeky smile as if it was the middle of the day instead of three in the morning. somehow you found increasing amounts of energy and rafe was always confused about how you did it all.
"look like what?"
he shook his head, eyes flashing with slight annoyance, "nah. 'm not doing that today. get up bun, 'n go change."
although he sounded demanding you couldn't help but feel your heart drum harder at his words, biting your lip as you pulled on one of his old sweatshirts.
that night you got your burger, and he got you.
please let me know if you'd like to added to the boxer!rafe taglist!!
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burrotello · 1 year ago
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BOXER AU - OFFICIAL POSTER
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They’re all not too sure what reward they’re fighting for, but gosh do they love doing it anyway!
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motomamita · 5 months ago
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JUST HAD A THOUGHT !
König as a rising underground boxer, with his cute little nurse that comes with him whenever he goes. He lets no one else look after him and all his bandages have cute symbols on it.
Media is all over him and he just can’t help but brag about his cutie patootie nurse that only cares for him, and no other boxer has eye candy like he does.😵‍💫
boxer!könig × nurse!reader
warnings: +18, smut, sex!
you needed money urgently and you were in your last year of nursing. that's when you met könig, who was a friend of a friend of yours and who needed your services in exchange for good pay.
your first meeting with him was in the basement of a bar far from the city, late at night. könig showed up in the locker room, shirtless and wearing boxer shorts. his face and entire body had bruises and scars that seemed to have healed not very well. that's when you knew you were going to have a very hard job there.
in his following fights, könig managed to win and take first place in the standings. After each fight, both received a good amount of money that you shared equally. you spent hours with him in the locker room, cleaning his bloody face and placing bandages on his bruised knuckles. sometimes you got so late that könig invited you to his small apartment, where you took care of him until you inevitably fell asleep in his bed. könig took advantage and pulled you towards him, letting you sleep on his chest.
soon König gained recognition and was invited to fight in the best competitions in the city. both became a team and had to show yourselves as such. now you were wearing a matching shirt and skirt with the inscription "property of könig" on the back, so everyone would know that you were HIS nurse. könig dressed to match you, choosing the same colors of shorts that you choose for your little skirts.
the media began to take an interest in both, calling you "the little nurse" and praising the good chemistry you both had. noticing how your face became worried every time könig received a hit or how you jumped with excitement every time he won, without caring that your panties were visible under your skirt.
you also caught the attention of the other boxers who did not miss the opportunity to look up your skirt or try to talk to you. unfortunately for them, könig was always next to you, hugging you around the waist and growling almost like a dog when any of those sons of bitches tried to get close to you.
everyone understood that it was in vain to try to separate you, you were both there for each other. könig wore a chain around his neck along with a sign with your name on it that he always kissed before entering the ring because, according to him, it gave him luck. and every time he won, he would run up to you to hug and kiss you, not caring that he was dripping with blood and sweat.
dor your part, you massaged his muscles before each fight and even sucked his cock to make him more "relaxed." könig just let you do whatever you want with him just by feeling your skin on his and not going too far away.
today könig had fought the final against another guy, for a lot, a lot of money. in a fight straight out of a movie, könig had managed to establish himself as the supreme winner. the photos of you two hugging and kissing didn't take long, as did the glasses of champagne to celebrate. once the celebrations had calmed down, you took könig to the locker room, you had to clean his bleeding nose and a large open scar on his right cheekbone. but, he had other plans.
"that's it, keep it up.. c'mon.."
könig moaned, lying on a bench, while you rode his thick, sweaty cock. in your hand you still had the gauze with which you were trying to clean his wounds but it was difficult for you to stop in the face of so much pleasure.
at your waist you wore the könig winner's belt and several bills clutched in your short skirt. you couldn't stop releasing on him, feeling how your moisture fell down the length of his cock and wet his sweaty balls. the tip of his cock kissed your cervix with each thrust while your clits slapped against his happy trail.
"keep jumping, fuck you, fuck... my little nurse, always taking care of me, huh?"
könig brought his big hands to your breasts, breaking the buttons on your shirt and moving your bra, leaving your breasts in the air. you moaned at the change in temperature and your warm walls squeezed könig's throbbing cock. the breaths and moans of both of you echoed in the locker room as did the sound of your skin colliding.
"come on, make me cum, i know you can..."
he asked, now bringing his hands to your hips, helping you continue bouncing his cock. könig couldn't resist and raised his hips, fucking you hard and finishing inside you.
that night you returned home with the prize and with even more energy to fuck until the next morning.
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lunasblunt · 4 months ago
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boxer!logan who showers with you after every fight
boxer!logan who lets you watch him train. you sit in the empty bleachers just kicking your feet as sweat trails down his temples
boxer!logan who invites you to afterparties and wanders with his arm around your shoulders, bringing you everywhere he goes
boxer!logan who kisses you senseless in the middle of the ring after every win
boxer!logan who’s cocky to the press. either refuses to talk or pushes their buttons, never giving them straightforward answers. keeps them on their toes.
bonus boxer!logan x model!reader bc helloooooo
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laurenashleysparks · 1 year ago
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I just think @burrotello's design for Boxer AU Jax is neat!
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riddlesrizzler · 15 days ago
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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙬𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧
summary: On her big night, a dancer’s performance shines brighter with the love and support of her boxer boyfriend
characters: boxer! mattheo. ballet! reader
warnings: mentions of bruising and scars.
word count: 1.2k
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The stage lights burned hot against your skin, casting an ethereal glow over your tutu as you stood in position, heart thrumming like the wings of a swan you were about to become. The air hummed with anticipation, the quiet murmur of the audience beyond the curtain almost drowned out by the pounding of your pulse.
This was it. Opening night.
You had spent months preparing for this moment, every plié, every fouetté, every aching muscle leading up to the role of a lifetime: Odette, the Swan Queen. It had been a dream since childhood, and now it was real. Your name was printed at the top of the program, your silhouette graced posters outside the theater. You had worked for this. You had earned this.
And yet, a flicker of nervous energy danced through you, setting through your fingers as they tremble, clutching the edge of your costume.
What if I fail?
"Breathe," you whisper to yourself, inhaling deeply, just as your ballet mistress had always told you. "You're ready for this."
The soft rustle of movement caught your attention, and when you turned, your breath hitched in your throat.
Mattheo.
He stood near the wings, barely inside the backstage area, looking completely out of place amid the sea of dancers and stagehands. He was all hard lines and rough edges, broad shoulders draped in a dark black hoodie that did little to conceal the sheer power beneath. His knuckles were bruised, wrapped in tape from his latest fight, and faint scars traced his jawline like stories of battles he never spoke about. His dark curls were tousled, like he'd run his hands through them a hundred times, and his stormy eyes looked onto yours the second you looked at him.
He held a bouquet of white roses.
Your heart clenched.
"You came," you breathed, stepping towards him.
He scoffed, rolling his eyes like it should have been obvious. "Of course I came. You think I'd miss this?"
Your lips parted, but before you could say anything, he reached for your hand, fingers rough but gentle as they closed around yours. His thumb brushed over your wrist, feeling the quickened pulse there.
"Nervous?" he murmured.
You nodded, exhaling shakily. "A little"
He studied you for a long moment, then, without warning, he lifted your joined hands and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. The sensation was featherlight, a stark contrast to the violence he carried in his fists.
"You're gonna be perfect," he said, his voice low and certain. "You always are."
Warmth spread through you, chasing away the last lingering traces of doubt. You smiled, giving his fingers a squeeze before the call for places rang through the backstage area.
"I have to go," you whispered.
He nodded, stepping back but letting go just yet. "I'll be right out there."
With one last lingering glance, you turned and slipped onto the stage, stepping into the light, into the role you were meant to play.
The performance was a blur of motion and music. You became Odette, lost in the grace and tragedy of the Swan Queen's story. The world outside the stage ceased to exist; there was only the dance, the swell of Tchaikovsky’s score, and the aching beauty of the tale you wove with every movement.
And yet- you felt him.
Even in the vast theater, even with the hundreds of eyes watching you, you knew exactly where Mattheo was.
He was in the front row, watching with an intensity that set your skin aflame. He had never been one for the arts, had never understood your world of pirouettes and pliés, but tonight- tonight, he saw you. Not just as a dancer, not just as his delicate girl who patched up his knuckles after every brutal match, but as something untouchable, something breathtaking.
You danced for him.
By the time the final notes rang through the theater and the stage faded to black, your chest heaved with exertion, sweat glistening on your skin. The silence hung for a single, suspended moment.
Then- applause.
Thundering, deafening applause erupted from the audience, washing over you like a wave. You blinked, chest tightening as the realization hit you.
You had done it.
The curtain call was a blur of people. Bouquets were handed to you, cheers filled the air, and then before you even had a chance to process it all, you were rushing off the stage, heart hammering against your ribs.
You barely made it past the wings before Mattheo was there, his arms wrapping around you.
You gasped as he lifted you clear off the ground, spinning you effortlessly, crushing you to his chest. His grip was strong, unyielding, he like never wanted to let go.
"You were unbelievable," he muttered against you temple.
You laughed breathlessly, hands fisting in the fabric of his hoodie as he set you back down. "You think so?"
He huffed. "I know so." Then, with a smirk, "Might've broken a guy's nose for talking during your solo."
You stared at him, wide-eyed. "Mattheo-"
"Kidding," he grinned, but you weren't entirely convinced.
Before you could protest, he shoved the bouquet of white roses into your arms, his usual scowl softening. "These are for you. Thought they fit."
Your fingers tightened around the stems as emotion welled in your throat. White roses. The symbol of new beginnings, of purity and admiration.
You met his gaze, seeing something raw and unspoken in the depths of his dark eyes.
"Thank you," you murmured, voice trembling.
He shrugged, looking almost shy, which was rare for him. Then, before you could think, before you could dwell on it- you kissed him.
It was quick, just a soft press of your lips against his, but it sent electricity racing through your veins. When you pulled back, you saw the way his eyes darkened, the way his fingers twitched to pull you closer.
"You're mine, Swan," he muttered, voice rough as his forehead rests on yours.
You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest. "And you're mine, Fighter."
Mattheo smirked, brushing a thumb over your cheek before tilting his head toward the exit. "Come on, I'm taking you to dinner. You deserve the world after that."
You laughed, allowing him to lace his fingers through yours as he led you away from the stage, away from the cheers and the lights. because no matter how much you loved the ballet, no matter how much you belonged in that world-
You would always find your way back to him.
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outerbanksgirl616 · 6 months ago
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working out w/ sarah 💭
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0pooleart · 11 months ago
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Ok I'm not gonna do this for everyone but I viscerally needed to draw @burrotello's Boxer Gangle so
See my Twitter post for a thread of all their original tweets/artists: https://x.com/robert00poole/status/1789004068095922549
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lvrxly · 6 months ago
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thinking about boxer!simon who likes to tease his little trainer...
while simon was typically a silent man, only grunting in approval or irritation as you coached him through different exercises and stretches. Something was different about him today...you didn't fail to notice that glint in his eyes every time you grazed his arms to correct his form. Or the lingering touches against your hands as you spotted for him.
and you knew something was up when he asked you to stay a little later with him at the gym. when he bent you forward and told you to breathe. his large calloused hands engulfing your sides, his thick fingers digging into the fat of your hips through those too tight leggings you wore everyday.
"breathe lovie, youre hitching your breath," he practically whispers in your ear all too sensually.
"I am breathing," you protest, though you were all too focused on not accidentally brushing your ass against his cock, the close proximity of you two making that all too difficult.
"just trust me mama," he growls, his hands wandering from your hips up under your shirt, his fingers rough against the soft skin of your stomach.
he continues up, brushing those already perky nipples through your thin sports bra, causing tiny mewls and whimpers to escape your lips. with a groan from the boxer he buries his nose in the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your sweat and lotion.
with one hand cupping your breast, his other snakes down and into your leggings, rubbing you through your...oh?
"no panties? dirty baby..."
AHH I NEED THIS AS A FIC (might have to write it...)
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cute-sucker · 3 months ago
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. ˚。⋆୨୧˚GENTLE AND QUIET NIGHTS WITH BOXER!RAFE WERE ALL YOU EVER NEEDED. ever since he told you not to come visit him down at the ring, you would wait patiently by the bed staring at the clock. you knew exactly when he was going to come, and when he did you were going to patch him up, you were going to give him small kisses in his lap and then after that, you were going to bed. it was your ritual. in your little nightie, kicking your feet on the bed you waited patiently. but you couldn't help if sometimes you got a little tired, and closed an eye for a few minutes.
until you heard a small creak. it was enough to stir you awake, and you jumped to your feet. swaying just a little (you were so tired), you saw rafe. he was a little bloodied as he closed the door. you watched him and observed the way he jammed the door shut, quietly swearing when it didn't close properly. it was here that he noticed you were watching. suddenly, your giant turned softer, treading closer to you.
"hey baby. you didn't need to stay awake," rafe muttered, and you leaned into his warmth as his rough hand caressed your face, "awh, look at ya."
you drowsily smiled at him, motioning him to sit down on the bed. then he laughed at how sleepy you looked, but listened to your demands.
here you pulled him close, as you climbed into his lap. your voice was a scratchy whisper as if you were letting him into a secret, "i stayed up because i wanted to," then you turned a bit shy tilting away from him, "for you i'll stay awake every night."
"oh damn. way too sweet for me," rafe mumbled into your shoulder and you giggled, pursing your lips.
now this was your favorite part; you would patch him up, gently touching his scrapes and asking if he's okay. rafe would always tell you the other guy looked worse and you'd laugh. then with you, warm and supple in his arms he would tell you how it went. by the end of the night, you'd be pressed tightly in his arms, hearing his heartbeat. and always by the end of the night, rafe would tuck you into bed, swearing that you needed more sleep. and always by the end of the night, two of you would be entwined together, almost as if the two of you were melded together.
as if the two of you were made for each other.
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taglist: @vogueprincess , @maybankslover , @spookyscaryspoon , @drewsephrry , @h-------n
ask to be added to the taglist! psst; theres a longer drabble coming out soon
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burrotello · 1 year ago
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BADABING BADABOOM
BOXER AU MASTERPOST
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INFO CARDS + LINEUP
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AI Manager Cards + Bubble
Official Works:
Official poster
Character Card Template
Little Blips:
(Boxer Pomni) First design
BOUNDARIES + Q/A
“Can I draw fanart/OCs in this AU?”
Of course you can!! I’d love to see any and everything you do! There’s complete creative liberty when it comes to that, as long as it’s fun!! Though, please don’t send any OCs in my ask box, they can easily get eaten! Please just tag me in a post so I can see!
“Is it allowed to write fanfics?”
YES! I’d love to see what you all come up with!! Please please send any fan work to me!
“Can I create NSFW for this AU?”
I don’t mind, but please keep in mind that I’m a minor! If you do anything, please keep it to yourself or privately! I should not be able to see it at all, so do not send it to me or post it publicly. Please regulate your space properly!
“Can we make ships for your AU?”
Absolutely!! Go crazy!!
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chaousagi · 6 months ago
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boxer pomni 🥊
au by @burrotello
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lunasblunt · 4 months ago
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wait imagine boxer!logan having your name embroidered into his shorts.
perhaps the way model!reader x boxer!logan finally hard launch is your name sewn into his shorts…….
just a small little dainty font where the end of his shorts meet his thigh, right on the cuff
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vanillacrumb · 11 months ago
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Trying not to fall into complete apathy
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spider--bunnyy · 7 months ago
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Ragatha fight club AU FanArt! @burrotello
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riddlesrizzler · 24 days ago
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𝙃𝙞𝙩 𝙈𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙩
summary: He taught you how to land a punch, but you knocked him out with something far more lethal.
characters: boxer! mattheo. reader
warnings: mentions of fighting. punching. mentions of blood. mentions of pepper spray. mentions of true crime. mentions of self defense.
word count: 1.4k
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You thought it was a good idea at the time. Moving to a new city where the world was at your finger tips. A city that pulsed with life, a mosaic of neon lights reflecting off rain- slicked streets. A place where laughter and music spilled from open doorways on the cool nights. Sidewalks buzzed with young dreamers, people who like you, had traveled for the very same thing.
People who had dreams and ambitions just like you, clutching onto their coffee cups and sketchbooks, their voices a melody of excitement as their eyes twinkled just like the lights that seemed to never turn off. Rooftop bars shimmered above, where fairy lights tangled in ivy, and groups of found friends clinked their glasses beneath the skyline's glow.
But the magic of the city faded quickly when the lights started to dim and the weird people of the night started to crawl. People that left you feeling uneasy every time you took the city bus. People that made you constantly look over you shoulder as you wrapped your arms around your stomach in protection. People that made you feel like your pink can of pepper spray wasn't enough.
Maybe you were feeling paranoid, blaming all of the true crime shows that you used to watch at night. Either way, you felt like you needed to up your protection, which caused you to start taking self dense classes.
Which is what led you to your current position.
The gym smelled of sweat and leather, the air thick with the rhythmic echoes of fists meeting heavy bags that were dangling from the ceiling. Overhead lights flickered slightly, casting sharp golden reflections on the sweat covered floor that had stains of blood from previous battles that had been lost.
You stood in the center of the ring, fists clenches inside the worn leather gloves that you had. Your chest rising and falling with measured breathes, stray strands of hair clung to your damp forehead, but you didn't bother to push them away. No, your focus was locked onto the man across from you.
Mattheo Riddle, the city's most feared and revered boxer. Circling around you like a shadow, one that made the hairs on the back of your neck start to stand up. His movements were effortless, calculated- a panther prowling, waiting to strike his prey.
"Keep your hands up," his voice a command, a deep and steady current beneath the gym's chaotic energy.
You swallowed hard, trying to regain your focus on throwing a punch, rather than looking at the biceps that were practically begging to be let out his tight black shirt. Shaking the tension from your shoulders before throwing another punch. It wasn't perfect, but it was stronger than your last one. His gloved hand deflected it with ease, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression- approval, prehaps, but it was buried deep under his hard layers of indifference.
"Again."
You reset your stance, inhaled sharply from frustration and irritation. You had been going at it for hours and yet it didn't feel like you were improving much. It also didn't help that Mattheo was providing hardly any insight to your training. Whether if he was pleased or not, it was hard to tell. It was growing exhausting, but yet you struck again- this time faster, sharper. The impact jolted your arm, a thrill of power surging through your veins.
A smirk ghosted across Mattheo's lips, "Better."
You watch as Mattheo began to move closer to you, lowering his gloved hands to his side as he watched you trying to catch your breath as sweat trickled down your body and in between your cleavage that was exposed from your sports bra.
"Your strength could use some work," he said as he cocked his head to the side. That only seemed to make your more frustrated, what else could you do? Of course you weren't going to be as strong as you were from the beginning of the session. You huff as you start to take off your gloves.
"Maybe I need a break," you say breathlessly but he didn't miss the annoyance in your tone as he watched you take off the gloves and drop them to the floor with a thud.
"If you want to give up princess, then just say so," he says with that signature cocky smirk that sent heat straight to your stomach but his words, mixed with the aching feeling of your muscles, only made you see red.
"I haven't given up," you snap at him fiercely. Given up? You had put your body through what felt like hell in order to keep up with his demands, demands that were carving strength into your bones, shaping you into something unbreakable.
"Then stop whining and prove it," Mattheo's gaze darkens at your snap. His eyebrows raising up at the angry tone that was laced in your voice. Watching as you clenched your jaw, just like you clenched your fists. He moves to step in front of you, a challenging look on his sharp features.
"Then hit me with your best shot."
The fluorescent lights above hummed, illuminating the bruises on your knuckles, the sheen of sweat on your skin. As you met Mattheo's gaze, you didn't see just a fighter in front of you, someone who won every fight that he was ever put in, you saw a challenge. One you were ready to bring down.
You knew that you couldn't rattle him with your punches, he had trained you after all, so he was aware of every move that you were going to make. He was expecting you to hesitate. To falter. To overthink. But you had learned something about the great Mattheo Riddle during your sessions- he never lost control.
Except for now.
You moved fast, closing the distance between you two. He braced himself for impact, something that would leave him feeling pain, but it never came. You dropped your fists instead, rising on your toes as you fingers gripped onto the tight black shirt he was wearing as you pressed your lips against his.
For the first time since you had met him, Mattheo froze.
His entire body started to tense, like he was struck in such a way that he didn't prepare for, could have never anticipated. His breath hitched, and for a moment, the world that surrounded the ring that they were in, started to fade. The sound of fists hitting bags, the scent of sweat and adrenaline, the flickering of the lights, all vanished at once.
You pulled away almost as quickly as you had moved towards him.
"I win," you murmured against his lips, before your own curled into a smirk as you stepped back.
Mattheo blinked, his expression darkening to something unreadable as it flickered over his brown eyes. Then, slowly, he dragged his tongue over his lower lip, almost as if he was trying to savor the sweet taste of your soft lips. An aftermath of a fight he wanted to remember.
"You fight dirty," he muttered, his voice low and rough.
You shrugged, a look of amusement and satisfaction washing over your own face as you bit your lip. "So does this mean that I've beat the unbeatable Mattheo Riddle? One to zero?"
For a moment, he just started at you, jaw tight, fists flexing at his sides. Then, just as slowly as before, a dangerous smirk stretched across his lips.
"Next round," he said, voice dripping with something that wasn't just a challenge- no, this was a promise.
"Let's see if you can handle what you started."
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i was so excited to write this that i couldn’t sleep. i hope you enjoyed it as much as i did writing it!
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