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cosmopretty · 7 months ago

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HER PERSONAL CHEERLEADER

Nika Mühl x fem smut

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Cheering for Nika Muhl is an exhilarating experience, filled with admiration for her, especially the fact that she was your girlfriend. She knew you loved watching her on the court, that’s why she always showed out when you were cheering her on. Being a cheerleader you had a good physique, but it was nothing compared to Nika’s muscles and height.

She loved the power dynamic between the both of you, the way she would grab things for you that you couldn’t reach, the height difference. She loved being the D1 athlete and you being her personal cheerleader that’s why she loved tease you, calling you her “WNBA Wife”.

Tonight UConn had just won the first game of the season. Nothing could beat the smile on the girls faces when they knew they won. The first thing Nika did when the buzzer rang singling the end of the game, was to run to her girl. Nika scoops you up her arms wrapping around your waist, she spins your both around.

“Congratulations baby you did so good you all did” you say before she puts you down back onto the ground. Nika’s hands cup your cheeks as she looks down at you “Couldn’t have done it without you cheering me on” she says smiling before Paige comes over to you both.

Paige cheers wrapping an arm around her twin “You seen ya girl on court damn she really da goat, da secretary of defense” you nod your head at the blondes words. Paige was really everyone’s hype man including yours, her and Nika really were the twins. Nika smirks “I’m really the goat” she says her Croatian accent very noticeable when she said certain words.

Before you can respond Geno calls both the girls over. Nika leans down kissing your head before leaning down to whisper in your ear “I see you soon meet me at my car princeza”. You nod and walk back to your team before looking back at your girlfriend to see her smiling with her team. Your teammates gather around you “The routine was good girls but we gotta work on the tumbling and spacing. Besides that everything was great we did good” you tell the girls, since you were the cheer captain.

After a few more exchanges with the girls you go into the locker room and grab your bag. You take your hair down from the high ponytail it was in, you brush your hair with your fingers. After a few minutes you grab your stuff before walking down the hallway to the parking lot, you went on your phone for a bit just scrolling through instagram while you wait for Nika.

The door opens up a few feet away and you turn your head to see what made the noise. Paige, Nika and Ice walk out and Nika smiles at your jogging over “Ready to go bebo?” you nod at her words and smile at Ice and Paige before waving goodbye to both of them knowing you will see them later anyways.

Nika opens the passenger door for you and you blow her a kiss before getting in. She runs over to the drivers side and starts the car, she puts her hand on the back of your seat as she pulls out of the parking lot. You grab her hand as she starts driving you both back to the dorms, you play with her fingers and admire them. You have always been fascinated by her hands I mean she was a basketball player and she had big strong hands. Nika turns her head towards you and looks you up and down “You okay princeza? You look so pretty in that lil outfit” she bites her lip.

“Yeah m okay” you say softly not looking up from her hands. You start tracing over the veins in her hand Nika admires you for a moment before looking back at the road. She decides to let you do you for the car ride, it drove her crazy how pretty and small you looked in that small cheer skirt and top. Having you cheer for her was one of her favorite parts of the game, it gave her such a confidence boost knowing you were hers.

By the time the both of you get back to the apartment you both shared with some of the other girls on the team, it was still a bit early. It was only you and Nika at the house, once you walk into her room she pushes you against the wall her hands on your hips. She looks down at your lips for a moment before leaning down and capturing them. Your body moves on its own as your hands shake there way around her neck. Your lungs beg for air as you push back away from the girl, you breathe heavily looking up at the taller girl.

You pull away from Nika and walk backwards and slide your uniform off your body slowly making sure to bend down. She bites her lip staring at you before taking her jersey off leaving her in a black sports bra.

“Like what you see baby?” Nika asks catching you as you stare at her abs. Shaking your head at the girl you sit down on the soft sheets of your bed looking up at her. Nika walks towards you slowly “I wanna make you feel good, you played so good” you whisper in an out of breath tone.

The taller brunette sits down her back against the headboard of your queen sized bed. You bit your lip and start dragging her pants down as long as her panties. You throw it somewhere in your shared room before admired the girl.

Apparently you were taking too long so Nika grabs your hair and starts pushing your head down to where she needed you most. You look at her through your lashes before latching on to her clit sucking slowly. Nika groans “Jebeno dušo” she says.

Dating Nika you knew a few words in Croatian right now you knew she was saying fuck baby. Which urged you to go slide one of your fingers into her pussy. You move your head to the inside of her thighs leaving wet opened mouth kisses. You slip another finger inside her, her back arches and she moans grabbing the back of your hair pushing you gently back into her. You suck on her clit again and move your fingers in and out of her faster “Good girl- you doing so good don’t stop bebo” she moans out.

You curl your fingers inside her and start licking and biting her clit. Nika moans again her thighs squeezing around your head as her back arches off the blanket below you both. You feel her squeezing around your fingers “I’m gonna come bebo fuck” she moans the band in her stomach snapping as she releases all over you.

You lick up her juices and pull away from her before grabbing her cheeks pulling her into a kiss. Nika moans at the taste of herself on your tongue she flips you both over straddling your waist. Your head lays down on the pillows behind you and Nika kisses down your neck sucking and biting at it leaving purple hickeys.

This was her way of marking you as hers, she wanted everyone to know you were hers and she was yours.

“Please Nika” you say feeling heat pooling up between your legs. She nods at you and moves her body down her face right above where you needed her most. She lets out a breath on your pussy and you whine gribbing the sheets. Nika puts her hand on your stomach to keep your still while she moves her mouth down to lick a stripe up your pussy.

Nika slides her tongue in you tasting all of you, she moans into you loving the taste. She looks up at you before pulling away and sliding two of her fingers into your wet cunt. You let out a pornographic moan and arch your back, Nika pushes your stomach back down her hand almost filling covering your waist.

She moves her fingers in and out of you slowly before moving her head to kiss your chest. You grib the sheets tightly your knuckles turning white “So good more please Nika” you beg the girl.

She shakes her head at you mocking you by pouting, she leans her body weight onto one hand moving it from your stomach to a place right by your head. She pulls her fingers out of you, you whine and rub your legs together for some type of friction “W-what? Nika please I need you” you whine looking up at the girl.

She caresses your cheek “You gotta beg me better bebo. You know what I want to hear princeza” she whispers her hand moving back down to start rubbing your clit slowly.

You groan and all your self respect leaves the room as you say these next words “Please please mommy I need you so bad please Nika, you- mommy please” you beg more like whine at the girl above you.

Nika moves her fingers back into you roughly before going even faster than before. You moan and grip her bicep your eyes fluttering closed for a moment. Her thumb comes to rub your clit again as your back arches up towards her “Come on baby come for me you can do it” Nika coos in your ear.

Her words send you over the edge the build up in your stomach finally snapping as you cum. Your body shakes and she moves her head down to clean you up with her tongue. She licks you clean before getting up and grabbing two bottles of cold water from the fridge and coming back to lay beside you.

She hands you one “Here bebo drink” you thank her before taking a few sips and laying back down. Nika smiles at you and pulls you to lay on her chest “You did so good for me princeza” she says softly to you.

You nod and lean into her warm embrace your body relaxing against hers “Thanks Nika” you look up at her for a moment and kiss her cheek. She pulls the blanket up to cover you both and starts playing with your hair, scratching your scalp “Lets take a nap for a lil? huh do you want that?” She asks you.

You nod and she starts absentmindedly rubbing your back “Go to sleep my little cheerleader” she whispers kissing your head. You rub her stomach “Night my star” you yawn and close your eyes. Nika doesn’t fall asleep until she knows for sure your knocked out, it was always something she did in a way to keep you safe in her arms.

The team gets back a little while later and Paige walks into you and Nika’s shared room before scrunching her face. She snaps a picture of you too and shakes her head walking back to living room where the girls were “Don’t go in their room they all freaky and naked I’m traumatized” Paige groans sitting down.

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cierraonline · 3 months ago

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They’ve been dating for a while pookie I’m sorry

anywaysssss

Did You Miss US?

chapter two: did you miss us?

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UCONN GAMPEL PAVILION

University of Connecticut

Storrs, Connecticut

Okay guys, we’re back…. Did you miss us? ‘Cause we missed you! - Sasha James UCONN's PG

Whistle blows

“Listen up,” Geno Auriemma, the man with the plan—the man who built stars and legends—UCONN’s women’s basketball head coach with nearly 1,000 wins under his belt, announced. “This season, I will not be your head coach—” The older man was interrupted by gasps that filled the room.

Thirty young women stared at him, mouths agape in shock, while his staff stood behind him in support. “Now calm down. I’m not going anywhere, nor am I retiring. This year, your head coach will be one of our own…. Sasha James.” With that introduction, the brown-skinned girl walked into the stadium and stood next to her mentor, essentially a father figure to her.

“Aahh,” all the returning girls jumped up, rushing to Sasha and pulling her into a tight embrace in congratulations.

“That’s my wife!” Paige pointed to her partner with a wide smile, knowing how much this meant to Sasha.

“Okay, get off me,” Sasha laughed as she tried to push away the arms and hands. “Sit down, y’all are embarrassing me,” she added, mainly addressing her best friends. Once everyone returned to their original spots on the bleachers, her expression turned serious. “So, this year we’ll be following my coaching plan for the women’s basketball team, which was approved by the athletic director, David Benedict,” Sasha said, pointing to the white man who raised his hand in greeting, as it was the first time some players had met him. “First on the list is our Europe tour, a team bonding and learning experience.”

“Really!?”

“Shut up!” The girls jumped up in excitement, thrilled at the prospect of traveling abroad for team bonding.

“Now, we have a problem,” Sasha began, watching the players’ faces grow worried. “There are 30 of us, half of whom are red-shirts due to either prior injuries or eligibility situations. A portion of those who aren’t red-shirts don’t get time on the court because skills aren’t being picked up quick enough. With that, we’re just wasting space and resources. At the end of last season, an email was sent out stating that although the season is over, we want you all to be prepared and in top condition. Freshmen, you got the same email after confirming your commitment to the team. So, before we leave for our trip, we’ll be cutting off the dead weight. Today, you’ll be doing multiple drills and rounds, and if we believe you’re performing well, you’ll stay. If not, I’m sorry, but this will be your last day on the team, regardless of scholarship status.”

Internally, the players felt a bit of panic, but overall they believed they were the best—after all, they’d made it this far.

“You will also have to play according to my standards,” Sasha declared, making the tension rise further. “The goal this season is to win like it has been for the past five years that got us to win Big East Conference and the Final Four. I don’t like losing and I won’t start this season. I like no-score games—it brings in publicity, which brings in money for the department and us as players. I need to know I can trust you all to win without relying on our heavy hitters to play a full game with no breaks. Last season, we recycled the same five players. This year will be different. We have five players planning to enter the draft, and we need to put them in the best position to be seen and recognized.”

“Are you guys scared?” Geno asked from beside Sasha, observing his players’ reactions. “You should be. We’re still falling behind on basic skills that should come naturally to us. We’re not rebounding properly, not making fast plays, and not thinking smart on the court. There’s no more depending on the starting five or your status to save you.”

“Everything will be tested and calculated, and by the end of the day, the staff and I will be left with the best 14 players to continue with the athletic department. That means 16 of you will be ending your college basketball careers today,” Sasha nodded, watching her teammates exchange glances, wondering who would stay and who would be shamefully dismissed. “Let’s start with suicides—15 on each side, meeting in the middle. Let’s go,” she clapped her hands and took a seat on the bleachers.

Giving them a moment to get into position, Geno blew the whistle, and the running began. “Ramirez is lagging behind; her speed hasn’t improved since her freshman year,” Sasha noted to Geno, who nodded in agreement, jotting down the player’s name.

“Ayanna’s speed seems to have improved since her injury,” Chris Dailey commented, pointing at the sophomore.

“Alright!” Geno blew the whistle. “Line up!” The players stood in a straight line as the staff observed them. The goal of this elimination round was to test speed but also endurance—who looked tired and exhausted? This would show who had taken the offseason seriously and who hadn’t.

“Ramirez, your speed hasn’t improved. Anderson, you look tired, and you’ve only ran for 10 minutes. Bennett, your speed is inconsistent. Davis, Geno feels you’re not giving us your best because you’re overconfident, thinking we can’t replace you. Lastly, Jones, Coach Dailey feels your maturity hasn’t shown any growth. I’m sorry, girls, but you’re off the team. Tomorrow, you’ll have a meeting with David to go over the next steps.”

Sasha moved on to the next drill. “Alright, let’s do dribbling drills. I want a relay race with 12 on each side, from the left side of the court to the right. The winning side is safe from elimination.” Sasha didn’t have time to watch the eliminated players cry over their lost positions. She needed a winning team—budget-friendly, hardworking, and serious about the chance they are given.

“Flores’ handles are sloppy,” Geno shook his head in disapproval as the player lost control of the ball twice before reaching the other side of the court. “Ines is doing better than last season. Keep a close eye on her.”

“Garcia is looking down too much,” Chris Dailey noted.

“What do we think about the freshmen?” Sasha pointed out Kamorea Arnold, who seemed to have a strong grip on the ball.

“With freshmen, we don’t need perfect; we need to see that there is room for improvement and how fast they can implement corrections,” Geno advised, advising for Sasha to not expect perfection from the freshmen class. “We want people to see that we create stars, but we also nurture growth and progression.”

“Flores, Garcia, Harris, Johnson, and King, you’re dismissed,” Geno announced, prompting one of the girls to sob and plead for another chance. “You’re seniors, but we have yet to see evidence that shows the progress you made since you’ve been in this program for three years.”

“I plan on entering the draft this year!” Harris cried out.

“You shouldn’t have entered the draft when you’ve haven’t been getting much playing time for the past two years and had no playing time in your freshman year,” Sasha said, moving on to the next test. “Freshmen, you’re safe. Please grab your uniforms, practice schedules, and packing lists.”

“Thank you!” they squealed with big smiles, running to where Chris stood at a foldable table.

“Let’s make this interesting,” Sasha continued. “Geno, Chris, David, and I will each choose a player to save.”

“Paige,” Geno nodded at the blonde, who exhaled in relief before running to the table where Chris stood.

“Nika,” David selected the Croatian player.

“Azzi,” Chris smiled at the league’s best shooter next to Sasha.

“Aaliyah,” Sasha chose.

“Thank you,” Aaliyah whispered as she passed by her friend and teammate, heading to Chris for a congratulatory hug.

“Alright, let’s do rounds. I want to see smart plays… choose your teams,” Sasha directed the remaining players, who were more nervous than ever. With a whistle, a game on each side of the court began, and the returning players played harder than ever. Some stood out for the right reasons, while others didn’t.

“Caroline is thinking smarter; she’s stepping into that leadership role we’ve been waiting for her to take,” Geno commented, watching as she quickly passed the ball to another player instead of holding it and risking a blocked shot.

“Amari’s passes are getting faster,” Sasha noted as the player did a no-look pass to her teammate.

“Aubrey’s defense is improving, especially in blocking and holding screens,” Geno added.

“Alright, line up!” Sasha blew her whistle. “Lewis, Mitchell, Nelson, Parker, Rodriguez—thank you for the time you put into this team, but you’re eliminated,” she announced, watching as the remaining players huddled together, sharing tears and congratulations. “The rest of you, let’s start making corrections faster and implementing them. You’ve been here; you know the standards. It shouldn’t take the last round of eliminations for things to start clicking. We need it to click the minute you step onto the court. Got it?”

“Yes,” they answered, nodding.

“Well, go get your stuff. We’ve got a trip to pack for,” Sasha smiled, clapping her hands.

“Don’t ever put us through that again,” Aubrey jokingly pointed at Sasha as she and Amari pproached her.

“I had to try to get rid of you somehow. Isn’t this your fifth year?” Sasha laughed, nudging the girl’s shoulder.

“Don’t get jumped!” Aubrey laughed.

“Go get your stuff before I have Geno kick you out too,” Sasha rolled her eyes, showing off her playfully sassy side.

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