#mma female

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

eyes on the prize

a/n: me writing a fic where rafe is actually wholesome and nice? i didn't see it coming either... this idea just came to me when you were all voting for the kinktober fic a while ago, and i was prepping that it maybe could go in this direction and then ended up falling too much in love with the fantasy, so i simply had to get it out of my system.

summary: “in a week, when we’ve turned in the assignment, and everything is over, I want you to come watch me fight… watch me win…” a cocky smirk twitched at the corner of his lips as he awaited your answer.

warnings: mma!rafe cameron x reader, smut, college au, study buddies to lovers, soft!rafe, autumnal vibes, takes place in the beginning of november, studying, friday the 13th references, scaredy cat!reader, violence, mma fights, kissing, semi-public sex, clothed sex, dirty talk, manhandling, ripping pantyhose, size kink, spit kink, hole inspection, penetrative sex, unprotected sex

word count: 2626

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“So,” you hesitantly broke the silence that had fallen over both you and the partner that had been assigned to you on this current project, “did you get up to anything fun on Halloween?” 

Glancing up from the thick book Rafe’s bored gaze was rushing through, it instead lingered on you for but a moment as his mutter reverberated in the quiet corner of the university’s library, “uhm, yeah. I popped by a party for a bit.” 

“The one at delta neu?” a glint flickered in your eye as soon as he offered you a nod, “me too! Though I went home kinda early, so we might have missed each other… what did you going as?” 

“Jason,” he simply uttered. 

“Jason who?” the soft smile didn’t fade from your lips as his short answer hadn’t landed the way he’d hoped. 

“You know,” his brows furrowed slightly at your cluelessness, repeating once again as if the name alone should be enough for you to understand, “Jason.” 

“…Jason Statham? Jason Momoa?” your eyes squinted as you quietly attempted to hit the bullseye, “uhm… I can’t really think of any other famous Jasons right now…” 

“No, Jason from Friday the 13th. You know, the dude with the hockey mask and the machete.” 

“Ah, him… yeah, I haven’t watched those movies,” you shrugged, “but, cool costume.” 

“Wait, you’ve never seen Friday the 13th?” he tilted closer to where you sat across the table from him, “not even the cheesy remake?” 

“Nope,” you simply returned your gaze to the textbook beneath your fingers.  

“Seriously?” his eyebrows didn’t float back down yet, “well, I don’t know if I should be offended that you’ve never watched that masterpiece before or jealous that you get to experience it for the first time, but either way, that’s a problem we need to fix.” 

At first, you thought you’d entered the wrong building. 

That was until you rounded the corner, and your gaze fluttered up from the map still open on your phone, guiding you to the mysterious address your study partner had texted you, asking you to meet up with him there before the rest of your plans could unfold, that you discovered that you hadn’t stumbled into the wrong place. 

Though that wasn’t the only thing you discovered in that moment as the culmination of that enlightenment was spotting Rafe in the middle of the industrial and cold gym, going through the tail end of some drills with his trainer. 

As he went through the combinations and grunted like a guard dog, sweat dripped down from his brow and rolled so low that it cascaded over his already glistening and bare chest. 

You hadn’t really noticed how your feet had stopped or how your pulse had picked up so fiercely that you could feel it between your thighs before his own eyes located you and he flashed you a smile.

“Hey!” his voice cut through your trance as he patted his coach on the shoulder and began to near the edge of the ring. 

“H-hi,” you blinked, shaking your fuzzy head slightly to clear it, “I didn’t know you were into this sort of stuff,” you briefly waved a hand to the gym around you and tried your best to rip your stare away from his heaving chest. 

“Yeah,” he began to loosen a glove, “sorry I asked you to meet me here, I’m just really busy these days cause I’ve got a fight coming up.” 

“Oh, well we don’t have to have a silly movie night if you don’t have the time,” you averted your gaze, recalling how before you’d been paired with him on the assignment for Callahan’s class, you hadn’t even been sure of what his name was. You’d just known him as the hot guy, three rows behind you. 

“No, no, I want to, unless of course you’ve changed your mind.”

Blinking back up into his eyes, you smiled, “definitely not.”

“Well, great,” a grin spread across his lips, “then just give me a second,” he cast a brief glance over his broad shoulder at the locker room, “and then we can head back to my place,” a notion you hadn’t expected would have ended with you up on the back of his motorcycle, a terrifying concept that you’d somehow been unable to deny as the crush that had blossomed and bloomed within your heart for him had made it near impossible for you to say no to a single one of his suggestions. 

“You never told me what you went as,” Rafe hummed beside you, causing your eyes to tear away from the horror movie buzzing on the TV.

Blinking over at him next to you on the leather couch, your fingers began to fiddle with the blanket you’d slumped over yourself, “oh, well I didn’t wanna buy anything new, so I just went through my closet and ended up going as Britney Spears because I found the skirt of my old school uniform. I don’t even remember why I brought it with me the last time I went home, but–, ah!” a shriek suddenly shuttered through your form as your eyes accidentally fluttered back towards the screen just in time to witness the villain sink a large blade into the head of one of the drunk teenagers, “oh my god!” your frame couldn’t help but jump at the fright, nearly tossing the blanket across the room as you instinctively hid your features in the mass of Rafe’s bicep. 

As your heart raced and thumped in your chest, you felt Rafe’s shoulder begin to move before you heard his laughter. 

“Shut up, it’s not funny!” you smacked him lightly in the chest, though kept your vision darkened by his shirt, “so I’m not desensitised to the horrors of scary movies, big whoop!” a mutter then slipped out of your lungs, “fuck, why did I agree to this? I’m probably gonna have nightmares for weeks…”

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s just a movie,” you felt his palm find your arm in a soothing rub as his voice hummed directly above the crown of your head, “and the scene is almost over.” 

“I can’t look…” you felt yourself lean more into his touch. 

“…do you want me to describe it to you?” 

“No…” you lingered in the security of his warmth and felt the terror slowly melt from your bones. Cupping a hand on the side of your face to shield your eyes from the horrors on screen, you carefully plucked your face just shy out of his safety before you uttered, “…just tell me when it’s over…” 

The blaring light from the television reflected against the side of Rafe’s face as he gazed down into your eyes and breathed, “okay,” his stare slowly dipping and fluttering down towards your lips. 

It wasn’t till now that you noticed how close you’d accidentally scooted to him as you weren’t far from just sitting in his lap. 

Sharing his breath, your mind went entirely blank and only switched back on when you’d closed the distance betwixt your lips and now found yourself kissing your study buddy. 

Thankfully, your brain didn’t get a chance to begin spiralling as it only took Rafe half a second to reciprocate the sudden move and kiss you back. 

His strong hands found the small of your waist buried beneath the woollen blanket before he began to drag you closer, pulling you so near that you actually did wind up sitting in his lap, your fingers fluttering against his buzzcut as his own scooped down over the curve of your ass. 

When the movie gently humming from behind you was long forgotten and your soul instead had drifted straight to heaven, you felt Rafe tilt his head back to breathlessly utter, “come watch my fight…” his forehead still pressed against your own. 

Scarcely picking up on the words behind his honied hum, you breathed, “what?” 

Reeling back just enough for his eye to catch your own dazed pair, he said, “in a week, when we’ve turned in the assignment, and everything is over, I want you to come watch me fight… watch me win…” a cocky smirk twitched at the corner of his lips as he awaited your answer.

You’d never seen a fight in real life before. 

Not boxing, not mixed martial arts as this was, not even a juvenile one in a schoolyard. 

At one point, when you thought all hope seemed lost, when Rafe got pinned by his opponent and blood was trickling down from the cut at his brow so clearly that you could make it out from the second row seat you found yourself planted in, he somehow managed to turn the tides and capture the boulder of a man in a lock so fierce it made them nearly melt into one pretzel-like being. 

As he flexed his arm around the other’s throat with the rest of his limbs restricting him as well and rendering an escape near impossible, Rafe’s eyes then flickered up to catch your wide ones in the crowd. A grin appeared on his features as he held your stare a moment longer, watching as you shyly began to mirror his smile, before he tightened his hold and squeezed till the opponent opted not to bruise his pride and tap out, instead going limp in the grasp. 

Once the trophy was in his gloved hand and he’d leapt out of the ring, on his way back towards the locker room, he zigzagged through the cheering crowd and caught onto your arm, dragging you with him as he exited the buzzing hall. 

“That was insane,” you heard yourself babble as he pulled you through the corridors down towards the backroom he’d been in prior to the fight, “I mean, I know I went into it kinda blind, but I had no idea it would be like that,” adrenaline still rushed through your veins as he tugged you over the threshold and closed the door behind you, swiftly dropping his trophy to one of the long benches, “sure, it was as insane as I probably imagined, but the way that you moved, the way you slipped in and out like you were made of water or something, I mean, that was beautiful–,” the fighter then suddenly cut your rambling short as he yanked you to his sweaty form and pressed his lips to your own. However, as his feet shuffled and your spine collided with the back of the door to the small locker room, your fingers fluttered over countless of the spots where he’d been hit, causing you to jerk back and ask, “wait, shouldn’t you have someone check you out?” your eyes flickered from the cut splitting his brow to the various fresh bruises already beginning to blossom and reveal their true colours, “are you okay?”

“I’ve never felt better in my whole life,” he tried to lean back in to capture your lips once more, though you tilted away just in time for him to miss. 

“You sure? Because–”

But your words were quickly snuffed out as his hands then flew up to grasp the sides of your face to force you to notice the glint in his eye and the desire dripping in his tone, “just shut up and kiss me,” he commanded before he practically devoured you whole. 

As Rafe’s tongue danced against your own and made you feel dizzy in his tight embrace, his fingers then blindly fumbled for the lock and twisted it with a click that harmonised with the throbbing that had appeared between your thighs as soon as the fight had commenced. 

A low growl rumbled deep within his chest and melted into your mouth as he then plucked you off of the ground and lifted you into his arms. Broad palms spreading wide below your bottom, he brought you as close as possible, causing the skirt you wore to ride up and crumble at your hips. The thin barrier of your pantyhose and the underwear beneath nearly incinerated from the heat that sparked as his hips greedily rocked against your covered core, lending you to feel just how hard he was in his shorts. 

“I want you so bad,” he groaned between pecks, his fingers digging into your softness.

“Shouldn’t you be out celebrating your victory or something?” a light giggle bubbled out of you. 

“I thought that was what I was doing,” he smirked before dropping you back down onto the ground, making you gasp at his sharp movements as he suddenly spun you around to face the closed door, “unless you have a better idea of how we could celebrate,” he nipped at your neck, making your eyes flutter. 

“I–…” your teeth briefly captured your bottom lip as his front pressed against your back, and your spine instinctively arched back into him, “no, yeah, this one’s g-good…”

“Good,” he murmured in your ear before his fingers found your pantyhose in a pinch and ripped a big hole in them, nearly splitting them in two as he exposed your underwear, “do you want it?” he gripped your hips and titled them for his hard-on to perfectly nudge against the soaked cotton. 

“Y-yes,” you panted, even just that one word haven been a struggle to utter through the fog he’d cast you into. 

“How bad?” 

“So bad–, Rafe, please,” he made you squeak desperately, “I just–, please…”

Cheek smooshed against the door, you glanced over your shoulder and watched as he then kneeled down behind you. Both hands still firmly planted on your hips, keeping you in place for him, they only strayed for a moment in order to shove your skirt the rest of the way up and letting him see the wet spot decorating your panties. 

“Oh, shit…” he groaned as he tugged the gusset of your underwear all the way to the side, a string of your glossy want clung to the fabric till it snapped back against your aching core. Nearly salivating as he inspected your holes, his fingers dented your ass as he pulled you apart, splitting you open that much further and watching intently at the way your drooling cunt throbbed in anticipation for his touch. 

As if your pussy’s embarrassingly leaky state wasn’t enough, a dollop of his spit then roughly landed upon your folds, the lewdness causing you to let out a moan as he swiftly rose back up to his full height without as much as a tickle to your tingly petals.

The next thing you knew, the adrenaline coursing through you both drove Rafe to free his length from its confines and, without as much as another kiss, slammed inside of your weeping pussy in one fell motion. 

Balls nuzzled tightly against you, the very tip of him nudged against a part so deep inside of you that it made you lose your breath as he took a moment to savour the sensation, freezing up within you and huffing against your cheek as you gasped for air through your whimpers. 

“Oh my god!” one of your hands curled back to crawl at his waist, “Rafe!” 

“Now,” his hips slowly drew back, dragging his fat girth back out of you and letting you feel every little detail of him, “you just gotta be a good girl, stand right here for me,” only the bulbous head of his cock remained, keeping you plugged up as he purred in your ear, “and take it like the perfect little prize you are,” he then buried himself once more with such vigour that his heavy sack tapped sloppily against your puffy clit, “can you do that for me? Will you be my reward?” 

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[mysharona1987]

[fushipurro]

Lessons in Love

☆ Synopsis: Tasked with turning your novel series into a romance, your imagination can only go so far before your lack of experience gets in the way. You turn to a dating app to try and solve this, only to meet rejection after rejection.

That's when you met him.

☆ General Content: 18+ MDNI, f!reader, mma!toji, AU - no curses, porn with plot, drama & romance, fluff/smut/angst, pregnancy, graphic violence, age gap (reader is 20s, toji 30s), AUTHOR'S FIRST SERIES (don't judge me please)

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Chapter 1 - Matchmaking

Chapter 2 - Love & War

Chapter 3 - Absence

Chapter 4 - Soulmates

Chapter 5 -

Chapter 6 -

[thewidowspaiges]

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[yourimagines]

Hi, i don't know if you are comfortable with this, but i would really love a fic when Khamzat gets jealous and really angry like yelling and stuff, but it turns to smut?

🙈 🙈

Me? Yes you!

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: 18+, Smut, Edging, Swearing, Jealousy and a little bit of Fluff

Y/N POV

We were at a party, enjoying ourselves when Khamzat wanted to go home. “Let’s go.” He said as he was carrying my jacket. “Now? We just got here?” I asked surprised as he nodded and grabbed my arm. “Yes now.” He growls softly and pulled me along with him. “Okay, okay, you’re hurting my arm.” He immediately let go of me and walks a bit quicker to the car, I was trying to keep up the pace but he was way faster. “Get in.” He opened the passenger door for me and waited impatiently for me to get in. I got in and he immediately slammed the door shut, causing me to jump in my seat.

“What’s going on?” I quietly asked him as he got in the car. “Nothing.” He said as he turned the engine on. “Well there is something because you….” He turned his head to me and all I saw was anger. “It’s because of you!” He yelled at me. I wasn’t afraid of him but I wasn’t comfortable either. “Me?” My voice sounded small, like a kid who was in trouble. “Yes you!” I didn’t know why or what I did done wrong. “I don’t understand…what did I do?” He sighs and looks away from me. “Khamzat?” He stayed quiet and drove us back home.

The whole ride was quiet, he was still angry as he was mumbling in Russian to himself. He was squeezing in the steering wheel and his eyes were filled with rage. He parked the car and got out very quickly, smelling the door behind him shut. I quietly followed him, holding my head down. I carefully closed out front door and walked away from him, leaving him be.

Khamzat POV

She hung up her jacket and quietly walked away, probably going upstairs. “Where are you going?” She stopped in her tracks and turned around slowly. She was looking at the ground. “Upstairs.” Her voice was quiet. “Why?” I walked over to her, looking at her body language. “I don’t know.” She whispered as I stood in front of her. “Look at me.” I said sternly. She slowly rise her head up. Her eyes were filled with tears but not afraid or scared, just confusion. “You’re staying here, I’m not done with you.” She nodded and I walked away from her again “Can you tell me why?”

“You know why, don’t act all so innocent now with me." I huffed and she starts to smile. "Are you jealous?" I quickly turned around to look at her and she starts to giggle. "I'm not jealous, I'm angry." she gently shook her head and walks over to me. "You are jealous, nothing to be ashamed of baby." Her soft fingers touched my chest and I completely lost it.

Y/n POV

I gently touched his chest and he wrapped his arms around my torso and thrown me over his shoulder. A loud giggle escaped my mouth and I grabbed him firmly, afraid of falling down. "I'll fucking show you what I am right now, and believe me I'ts not jealously." He lightly spanked my ass as he brought me to our bedroom. "I'm sorry Khamzat, please don't ruin this dress."

I was laying in our bed, my dress was lying neatly on his desk as he undress me carefully but that gentleness was gone now. "You wish I was jealous baby." He grabbed my ankles and pulled me back to him. "Turn around." I sighed and turned around, knowing what will come next. His large beaten up hands moved over my skin, from my back to my ass. "Don't tease....I didn't even do anything." He chuckled and squeezed with both of his hands in my ass. "Too late princess."

He was rough, rougher than normally. Pounding his dick in and out my pussy. Edging me as he was trying to ruin me. "Please Khamzat..." I whined out as he slowed down again as I was getting close again. "One more baby....one more." He grunted as he his left hand was squeezing my ass. "I-I can't...." He gently pushed me over flat on my stomach as he rested his head on the back of my shoulder. "Be a good girl for me." His accent was thicker than normally as he was getting close again.

Khamzat POV

She was getting exhausted and her body was giving up on her as her legs started to tremble. "I-I..." I smirked and placed a few kisses on her back. "I know princess." Her walls were squeezing around my dick but she was trying to hold her orgasm back, like I told her. "You promise baby?" I whispered in her right ear. She nods and a soft moan escaped from her. "I need you to say it baby, promise me your mine." I softly bite in her shoulder. "I promise."

She was laying on her stomach, tired and overstimulated. "You okay baby?" She tiredly hums and I got up. "I'll be right back princess." I grabbed a pair of joggers and walked to our bathroom. I made her a warm bath and grabbed her some comfortable clothes. "princess, come let's get you cleaned up." She was covered in sweat, a little bit of blood and my sperm. "Okay..." I gently picked her up and carried her over to the bathroom. "I made you a bath." I gently lowered her into the bathtub and a soft sigh escaped from her. "Do you need something?" She nods and reached out to me. "Join me please."

She was lying on my chest, almost sleeping as i was watching some TV. "I'm sorry if I hurt you, I don't know what happened to me." I felt some regret as I saw her body, a few bruises and how tired she is. "I'm okay..." She looked up at me with her beautiful eyes looking at me. "It was wrong from me to hurt you like that, I'm sorry." She tiredly smiles and nuzzles her head against the crook of my neck. "I know, but now we know how this felt." I smiled and placed a kiss on the top of her head. "Yes we do princess."

[arkhanoz]

Hulk Gina Mazany

[onsunnyside]

aaaaa when mma!curtis gets hurt though!! or if he loses a match :(( extra feral and rough and nasty 🤧 reader is so concerned for him and tries to make to make him feel better, but baby, all u gotta lay there and let him tear u apart

oh he'll absolutely lose it 🫡 although he's pissed off, he's still a daddy who loves to tease:

"—fuckin' stupid ref, he didn't call any of that shit just to screw me over." His rant breaks off into curses as he struggles with his heavily bandaged fingers. Honestly, it was his fault. He couldn't sit still as you tended to his bruised and battered knuckles, now it was all sloppy and unravelling by the moment.

"Don't take it off!"

His heated eyes meet yours in the reflection, water dripping from his buzzed hair to his bearded cheeks. "What was that?"

"D-Don't take 'em off... or it'll hurt." You stutter and roll on the heels of your feet. "I don't want you to ever hurt, especially after those mean guys..." (aka his opponent who broke the rules one too many times and the ref who didn't call any of it, which led to Curtis' loss). You tug on the hem of his sweater, feeling awfully exposed because he didn't let you put on panties after your shared shower ("why would you need them?")

He breaks the tension with a grunt, gesturing you over with a nod, "c'mere, cupcake. Daddy wants to show you something."

You hesitantly obey and squeak as he tugs you closer, propping you on the counter with ease, his arms flexing deliciously. He brings your hand to his tattooed chest, right below his collarbone.

"You know what this is?"

You nod, "Your grandparent's birth year."

"Mhm, and what about this?" He trails down, dragging your fingers to his abs, inches away from his bushy pubic hair.

"Uhm, a d-dagger."

You remember when you saw it for the first time. He was in the middle of training and you walked in, nearly dropping the freshly baked cookies at the sight of him all beefy, sweaty and flushed. Curtis, being ever the observant fella, took you into the locker room and ate you out over your underwear ("Can't have my sweet girl all needy, hm? Gotta give her what she deserves." and he did, making you cream your panties so he could hide them in his bag for later).

He moves your hand to the loose towel around his waist, right over the growing bulge. "And this, sweet baby?"

You gulp, squirming as he makes you rub over his clothed cock. You can feel him growing harder, throbbing hotly under your palm.

"...it's your thing, daddy."

He tsks, shaking his head, "that's not what it's called."

You were a virgin when you met Curtis. But he didn't mind that you were inexperienced in relationships and sex, he was sweet and slow with you, allowing you to explore his body first to get you comfortable with intimacy. As much as you loved hearing him say filthy things, you were still so shy saying it yourself.

"Do I have to say it?"

"If you wanna taste it." He leans forward, softly kissing your cheek, then the other, and then your nose, dutifully ignoring your pouting lips. "C'mon, cupcake. Say it, and I'll let you keep me warm."

He knows you love that, feeling close and safe. You love holding him in your hand, or in your mouth, or one of your other holes. If you could, you'd keep him all snug every damn day.

"Then, I'll fuck your pretty face. Make you gag on my cock and try to fit my balls in your mouth—you wanna help me feel better after that shitty match, right, baby?"

[goddessgreen1]

[yourdailyqueer]

Amanda Bell

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

DOB: 3 August 1988  

Ethnicity: White - American

Occupation: Prof mixed martial artist

[mmabymilikin]

Ham Seo-Hee. This legend put 105lbs (47kg) on the map. Moved up to 115lbs(52 kg) to capture a title. Hamderlei is a former Jewels Atomweight Champion, former Road FC Women's Atomweight Champion, and former Rizin Women's Super Atomweight Champion. #UFC #RIZIN #ONEChampionship

[xenetala]

The Ring Girl

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Summary: You just got a job as an announcer at the famed Heaven's Arena, but the idea of sitting in a box and giving idiotic commentary didn't sound appealing. So, you decide to spice things up. With your showmanship, ringleader-themed outfit, and charisma you decide to take center stand and act as both announcer and judge. You don't expect to gain much from the first fight you are assigned to, but the promising allure of the red-headed fighter you ran into might just provide you the 'spice' you need.

Advisements: Explicit content, female reader, and that's about it. This is super vanilla, but please be sure to read the tags in case there's something you might not be interested in.

            The elevator made its way slowly up the tower to the two-hundredth floor. You crossed your arms and leaned against the polished metal of the elevator walls and watched as each floor number slowly ticked up. Heaven’s Arena was a place where people addicted to battle met and tested their skills. It was also your newest place of work.

            There were many opportunities for jobs if you knew how to use nen, but the most common path people like you took was to become a Hunter. While the occupation was not without its perks, you weren’t fully sold on the idea of getting the license required for the job.

            Instead, you’d taken a job at the world’s tallest battle tower. The idea of fighting in the ring had occurred to you, but your nen ability wasn’t the best for a straight fight. Your skills were better suited for less head-on or one-to-one combat. Not that your ability was weak, it just shined in other areas more.

            You were slated to be an announcer for the fights. Normally the announcer sat in a box above the ring for the commentary, but you opted to test the waters of the audience and planned to stand in the ring and commentate that way. You even had the uniform tailored to something akin to the style of a circus ringmaster.

            If you were going to be forced to wear the gaudy pink and garish yellow combination, you were going to own the outfit. The top with the fist emblem of the tower cut at your midsection and the back ran like a tailcoat behind the very short pleated skirt. Thigh-high boots that matched the modified uniform along with some artfully added sequence completed the outfit. You had thought about leaving off the silly little cap that you were supposed to wear, but since a circus ringmaster was the inspiration for your outfit then just making the cap into a top hat became your choice.

            The owner of the tower hadn’t seen your modifications to the uniform, but that didn’t matter. You were confident that if you could pump up ticket sales to even the most obscure fights, then the owner wouldn’t care as much about what you dressed like. And, that was exactly your plan. As an announcer, you got a cut of the ticket sales and if you could get people to come to fights for your commentary as much as for the fight itself, then that would increase the sales.

            Finally, the elevator made it to the two-hundredth floor and the double doors opened. You stepped from the doors and made your way down the halls to the arena. The fight slated for today was Chibaba versus Maita. From what you saw of their previous fights and records, neither fighter was much to write home about.

            Neither of them were nen users and had only recently made it to the two hundredth floor. How they’d made it so far was a mystery to you, but it was probably for the best that they fought each other before the nen users on the floor. Initiation was not something pleasant and if they were lucky neither of them would be able to fight for a while after the match and could watch other fights to see exactly the world they were stepping into.

            On the other hand, maybe knocking out the weaker ones sooner was better in the long run. It wasn’t bad to know your place. At least such a lackluster fight would give you the perfect opportunity to showcase what you could bring to the table. You walked down the hall while lost in thought about how you were going to pull things off when you almost ran smack into someone.

            If not for your ability to sense the nen of others and quick reflexes, you would have assuredly bumped right into the person in question. “I apologize for that. I was not paying attention.” You dipped a perfect customer service bow before looking up to meet the golden eyes of the person you’d almost collided with. The person before you was a man dressed in a showman’s outfit, much to your delight. It was hard to place if the outfit was more circus magician-themed or court jester, but who were you to judge? After all you were wearing an outfit that was clearly taken right from the circus fashion book.

            The man’s eyes looked over your outfit appreciatively and you held back a smirk of pride. Part of your planning in the outfit was to use your sex to attract some attention and if this man’s look was anything to go by, you were succeeding beautifully. “The logo on that outfit says you are an employee here, but that’s not a typical uniform.” There was a pleasant vibrato in his voice that sent a slight shiver up your spine.

            This man knew how to be alluring. “It’s my first day here, but I’m going to be announcing fights and thought I’d bring a little more” You paused for dramatic effect. “spice to the arena.” A slight smirk spread across your lips as you did a little pirouette complete with a slight tip of your top hat and a wink to show off your outfit. Nothing like some extra appreciation to boost your confidence and you had some time to spare with this gentleman. “What do you think? Too much?”

            He looked at your outfit critically for a moment and your evaluation of him went up a bit more. Not only could he appreciate the form-fitting nature of your outfit, but he could maintain professionalism. This made you take a bit closer look at him.  Flaming red hair complimented by the red and black top, brilliant golden eyes highlighted by gold accents, bare arms that showed off his perfect biceps; the man was a looker in his own right and you were sorely tempted to ask for his contact information for later.

            “It’s quite eye catching and will certainly ‘spice’ things up as you put it.” There was a mischievous spark in his features as he looked you over a bit more intently. He must have decided to try catching your eye and as a nen user you could sense the beginnings of battle lust emanating from him as well as recognize he was a very well versed nen user. Perhaps more well versed than you. Now seemed like a good time to make your exit and head to the arena.

            With another quick bow, you excused yourself and made your way down to the ring scheduled for the combatants. Normally the announcer would make their way upstairs to a viewing box, but for today you were making your way through the halls between the bleachers to the center ring.

            To make sure you had everything set the way you wanted, you’d even bribed the judge to be absent today. This would mean you could not only comment on the fight, but decide the points. At least as long as the fight wasn’t too closely monitored by the higher ups, you should be able to smoothly achieve your goal.

            You put on your headset as you walked to the end of the entryway and took a deep breath. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Heavens Arena!” With your arms outstretched, you sauntered your way to the center stage and stepped onto the platform. Though the crowd was small, you heard some cheers and a few cat calls as you stood made your way to the center.

            Any attention right now was good. Even minor fights were broadcast throughout the tower and people could purchase tickets during the fight provided seats were open. If a few more spectators were to show up after seeing a girl in alluring attire take to the floor, then that worked out nicely. You wanted people to be interested in seeing you more than they were in the fight. This would assure you had a continued job at the arena.

            With a practiced flourished bow, you introduced yourself as the announcer and judge. There were a few mixed calls of appreciation and disgruntlement, but since this was a minor fight no one really voiced any loud complaints. Many of those who watch fights like this can’t get tickets to the showcase matches and just want to be able to brag to their friends that they watched a battle here.

            “Fighting for your viewing pleasure today is the brick wall, Maita!” You introduced the first contestant with the moniker you mad up for him and incited a few cheers. To further elicit a reaction, you released your nen ability to showcase an illusion of Miata shattering a solid wall simply by walking through it. There were some more hoots from the crowd and you felt the pleasure of your growing success.

“Versus the whippy Chibaba!” The second contestant incited a few more cheers than the first and like you did for the first contestant, you cast an illusion across the field of vine like whips cracking around Chibaba. The overall effect certainly got the crowd to pay attention a bit more than they normally would to some no name combatants. “Today is a rematch from their fifty fifth floor battle. Last time Maita was victorious, but will he be able to hold onto that win today?”

            A few calls for one or the other of the contestants to win carried across the field as each fighter took their place. Both men seemed to ignore your antics and just solemnly focused on their opponents. Must be some bad blood there. While they made their way up the platform, you to the brief pause to check out the crowd. Much to your delight there were several more seats filled. Either the theatrics you played at with your ability or the allure of your womanly charms drew them in. Whichever it was didn’t matter to you. A bigger audience meant a bigger pay day.

            Just as your eyes were finishing scanning the audience, the deep red hair of the man you encountered in the hallway caught your eye. You smiled broadly as your eyes met and you gave him a flirtatious wink. If nothing else, you hoped he’d at least spread word that a sultry ring girl’s theatrics made the lesser fights more enjoyable and thus bring in more spectators.

            Once the fighters were in their spots, you raised your hand in the air and looked at each one in turn. “Are you ready?” A slight dramatic pause for affect before bringing your hand down, and you shouted the go ahead. “Fight!” With that last word, you jumped back to the edge of the ring with a speed just enough above the normal person to prove your point that you weren’t an ordinary announcer, but also not too fast for the average person to miss your movements.

            The two men in the center of the stage looked at each other for a minute before the fight began. As you’d already knew, their moves were basic and not much to show for a fight as would be expected at this level. After some research into the arena and its fighters, you were surprised the ‘rookie crusher trio’ hadn’t gotten to these two yet. It didn’t matter though. This pair would eventually learn the hard way what nen was as long as they fought on the two hundredth floor.

            Fighters in position, you raised your hand and started the signal for the fight to begin. “Ready!” You brought your arm down. “Fight!” The second the last syllable left your lips, you jumped back a few paces. You calculated your backsteps to show a hint of your own prowess, but not so much that it’d draw too much attention from the fight. Gotta have a little mystery and charm to draw people back.

            Maita, an obvious wrestling type, rushed in for a quick takedown move, but Chibaba was ready for him. A quick glint of something from Chibaba’s sleeve caught your eye and you smirked. There would be blood in this fight. “Maita rushing in for a no holds bared take down move!” You shouted just before the wrestler would connect with the smaller man.

            Chibaba ducked with the agility of his smaller frame and flicked his wrist just as he avoided the grappling move. “Clean hit! One point!” You shouted as the hidden knife nicked the larger man’s side. The wound wasn’t deep enough to cause real damage or be much of a threat, but it was more exciting than basic maneuvers. “Our quick whip is out for blood this time!” The video screens above you showed the clip of the hit as the two contestants circled each other.

            Several cheers erupted from the slightly larger crowd and you smiled to yourself. A quick scan of the audience showed that sure enough a few more nen users had entered the stands. The must have seen your nen powered theatrics. It was time to spice things up a bit more.

            This time Chibaba took the initiative and rushed in for a quick knife jab, but Maita sidestepped and brought his arm down to grapple the smaller mans. You flashed an illusion of a vine like whip cracking against a brick wall to no avail. “Chibaba making a valiant effort to score on his opponent, but can a whip crack the surface of a brick wall?” Your voice carried across the arena while Maita tried to get Chibaba off balance enough to further grapple him.

            Several people in the crowd voiced their comments and cheered on the fighter they most likely placed their bets for. One person in the crowd clearly wasn’t interested in the duo battling it out on the floor, but rather interested in you. The eyes of the man from the hallway caught yours every time you scanned the crowd to gauge their reaction and you had the suspicion that his eyes had never been on the fight to begin with.

            After several seconds of the fighters stepping around each other, Maita succeeded in throwing Chibaba off balance. The larger man caught the smaller man in a grapple that lifted him up. “A powerbomb from Maita! Clean hit and down! Two points!” You’d call out as the body of Chibaba hit the floor. The crowd cheered and your illusion mimed that of a wall falling on the whip to smash it. The smaller man laid in place for a moment and you started the countdown.

            You got to the count of three before Chibaba sat up and signaled he could still fight. Perhaps you should have called a critical hit instead of just a clean hit, but where would the fun be in that? Besides there were no objections from the audience so you disregarded the should haves.

            The fight continued with the similar basic moves and the only real excitement being your showmanship. Before the end of the fight, the stadium did fill in a bit more and people responded to your callouts with moderate fervor. Not the turnout you would have liked, but considering what you were working with the results were acceptable. Either audience members had contacted friends to tell them there was an interesting show going on, or they saw the monitors around the building and thought it might be worth it to catch the show. No matter the reason, it was more people to potentially spread the word about you.

            Several more minutes ticked on before the fight ended. The final tally was ten to six Maita was the winner. Despite Chibaba’s advantage in maneuverability and having a weapon, Maita had more experience and was able to win the fight with a critical and down. “And we have our winner! Maita the brick wall!” You use your nen to flash the now symbolic wall smacking down the whip several times over in commemoration of the victor and managed to get some decent cheers from the crowd for him.

            Neither of the fighters were too seriously injured, but there were broken bones and some pretty deep knife wounds. The men could still stand well enough and limped their way off the stage. You weren’t sure if you hoped they’d have the sense to watch other fights and give up on their battle endeavors, or if you wanted them to experience their weaknesses firsthand. “Thank you everyone for joining us today. Until next time!” You gave a deep, flourished bow and used your ability to create a pouf of brightly colored smoke.

            Leaving the audience distracted by the smokescreen, you made a full quick exit from the stage. Nothing like a little ‘magic’ at the end to round things out. All in all, you felt today was a success. The fight was about as anticlimactic as you expected, but you were able to add a bit of flare and drama to things. Things turned out about as well as you’d hoped and the ticket sales went up considerably.

            Lost in your thoughts, you almost didn’t feel the presence walking up behind you. A smile crossed your lips as you called out, “So we meet again.” You turned your head to acknowledge the red-haired man from before.

            “A lucky coincidence.” His voice was sultry and his eyes had a predatory glow to them. You couldn’t decide if he was just flowing with battle lust or lust in general.

            “So it would seem.” You turned to give him a cute smile. “What did you think of my little show?”

            “It was entertaining. You have decent showmanship and your use of nen was well timed.” The man started an honest critique and you listened intently. “However the choice of a wall and a whip were poor match-up ideas.”

            You let out a sigh. “I felt that too. Thank you for your honest feedback. I struggled with how to portray the two. They aren’t ready for the level of combat here and there’s nothing of note in their repertoire.” Your voice was almost defeated. The two fighters were the worst pair to have as a first match and you figured you were assigned to it because you were new.

            “The fighters have little potential and I’d be hard-pressed to make something entertaining out of that.” The man admitted with a teasing smile.

            The redhead did seem like someone very familiar with showmanship based on his comments and mode of dress. You hesitated on asking if he’d be willing to share some of his experiences in the spotlight. Perhaps it was best you just reviewed the video recording for self-analysis before calling it a day instead of bothering this attractive gentleman before you.

            “I thank you again for your insight.” You gave a flourishing bow before turning to head back to the room you occupied.

            “Would you like to further discuss your performance over dinner tonight?” The invite was full of insinuation and you were not at all opposed. It’d been a while since you’d had an alluring gentleman ask for your company. Too many of the men you’d met in your life took one issue or other with a woman being able to fight.

            With an inviting smile, you nodded and agreed to meet him at his room in a few hours. Before walking away you realized neither of you had introduced yourselves and with a bit of flowery flare with your nen, you rectified that.

            “Hisoka.” The man gave his name and bowed as he disappeared in a flurry of cards. He was good. Very good. You were looking forward to this evening and though meeting a man like him at his door wasn’t normally a smart idea, you did have ways to defend yourself and you wouldn’t be opposed to more intimate interactions if he wanted.

            You made your way to the floor dedicated to employee housing. The battle tower hosted many floors and fighters alike. Each fighter after proving themselves earned private rooms that were more luxurious than many of the most expensive high-rise apartments. Employees weren’t afforded the nicest rooms the tower offered, but having a full view of the city below wasn’t that big of a deal.

            The quarters assigned to you were more than adequate. You had a decent window and a bedroom large enough to house a king-sized bed. There was a little nook for reading or whatever hobby you chose, a small but adequate kitchen, and good good-sized bathroom. It was clean, it was comfortable, and best of all, free.

            Once inside the privacy of your quarters, you removed your show clothes and tossed them on the bed. They’d need to be washed, but you could do that later. You had created a few different outfits to wear that were the same style, just different combinations of the color scheme so that you didn’t have to wash the same outfit every day.

            If you were successful in getting more battle announcement jobs, perhaps you could change things up more. For now, you needed to be recognizable and have a signature that people would recognize even if you changed other aspects of your routines.

            Relieved of your clothing, you headed to the bathroom for a good shower and to plan your outfit for the evening. As the water ran over your body, you thought about how you wanted to present yourself to Hisoka tonight. You could continue to use your cute, flirty stage persona, or you could reveal your off-the-stage self.

            It was hard to say if he would let down his stage self, and you rather expected that the showman was as much himself as it was his fighter persona. Parts of your real self did reflect in your stage self, but there was still a distinction.

            After some debate and sorting out several outfits in your wardrobe, you decided to go with something that had a bit of flare and was more relaxed. You could feel out Hisoka and see if this was just a dinner date, or if his allusions to more were not just him being a stage flirt.

            You pulled on a pair of fashionably tattered jeans to match a crop top ending in fringe. A little spin in front of the mirror to see how the outfit looked and you were satisfied. Enough ‘show’ to give the illusion that your stage persona still worked in your social life, but also that illusion of seeing you off the stage.

            A pair of loose boots with a slight heel completed the ensemble as you headed out your door. You opted to leave your hair down for this as you didn’t want to go to the effort of putting it up and your makeup took more time than you expected. A muted version of what you had on for the show.

            You made your way down the hall and to the elevator. With a bit of excitement, you pressed the button to Hisoka’s floor and leaned against the back of the elevator as it made its way up. Once the doors opened, you casually stepped out and made your way down the hall.

            Hisoka’s room was at the end and was one of the nicer ones reserved for the combatants of higher fame. He probably had a full view of the city and nicer amenities in his lodgings. As his door came into view, you wondered briefly if employees were allowed to share housing quarters with the fighters.

            You knocked lightly on the door and announced yourself. He probably already knew you were there even before you got off the elevator. You hadn’t been hiding your presence and the man was too versed in nen not to be alert at all times.

            With a soft click, the door opened, and a small part of you was disappointed to see that he still wore his jester-style outfit and makeup. But, you weren’t entirely surprised. It would take a lot for someone like him to let down his guard and show his true self. He might even be excentric enough that this was his true self. Whatever the reason, he was attractive as is and you suspected he was the type to be attractive in just about anything.

            He eyed your ensemble appreciably before opening the door to allow you entry. You gave him a mildly flirtatious smile as you walked past. Along the far wall of his quarters were floor-to-ceiling windows that spanned the full wall. It was early evening, but the view of the approaching sunset was beautiful.

            “I thought it’d make a pleasant view while we ate.” His footsteps made no noise on the floor as he moved to your side and looked out over the scenery.

            “It’s a spectacular view.” You gave your honest opinion. The room was high enough up that you could see over the top of every other building in the city. It was a really glamorous suite.

            The scent of steak wafted your way before you finally tore your eyes from the view. You turned to see Hisoka setting a table just big enough for two. There were two plates of finely grilled steaks, sauteed vegetables, and red wine. A smile crossed your lips. The meal somehow fit him and though it was obvious he didn’t cook it, it was equally obvious that this wasn’t some cheap order in meal.

            You sat down at the table with Hisoka and engaged in a pleasant conversation about your earlier performance. The man had some good insight and you had fun discussing the nuances of showmanship.

            The sunset proved to be the most gorgeous you’d ever seen and you thanked your host profusely for the privilege of seeing it. He smirked slightly and stated that seeing it with a beautiful woman made it equally beautiful.

            Once you were finished with the meal, you began to clear the table more out of habit than anything else. Living alone for your adulthood made you self-sufficient and habitually did things on your own. Hisoka observed this. “You are a specialist.”

            His remark caught you off guard. Most people thought you were a manipulator or a conjuror. Very few if any ever made the connection that your ability wasn’t just about creating an illusion from your nen or conjuring light shows. You took a moment while putting the dishes in the dishwasher before replying. “What makes you think that?”

            “You are independent and charismatic.” His reply was simple and left you with more questions than answers.

            You finished putting the dishes in the washer and started it before turning to look at him. His eyes were observing you and somehow you felt he wasn’t just seeing you, but looking right through you. “Are you saying you think my personality means I’m a nen specialist?” You looked at him skeptically.

            “Yes. I find people’s personalities match their nen type.” He gave you a flirtatious smile. You really couldn’t argue with him since he had accurately guessed what your nen type was, but you didn’t want to confirm it for him. Admitting made you feel somehow vulnerable. “So, am I right?”

            He was teasing you and you didn’t like that. You had no idea what his nen type was or even his abilities. You knew he was a very skilled user from the demeanor and temperance of his nen. Suddenly a thought crossed your mind. You had a rather attractive male before you and the perfect opportunity to save yourself some face.

            A sultry smile crossed your face. “I’ll tell you if you can kiss better than anyone I’ve kissed before.” This would be an easy win. All you had to do was tell him he wasn’t the best kisser you’ve met even if it wasn’t true.

            Hisoka’s eyes practically glowed at your suggestion and you could see the lust in them. You felt your battle was already won and stood still as he got up from the chair and confidently walked toward you. His fingers gently lifted your chin as his lips met yours.

            You could taste the wine still on those lips and when his tongue ran over yours, you parted them for him. He put his arm around you and pulled you close to his firm body. You knew he was muscular, but feeling the battle-hardened muscles against your body lit a fire in your belly.

            His tongue explored your mouth, ran over your teeth, and tangled with your tongue. This kiss was hot and irresistible. Hisoka rubbed his thumb along the small of your back and pressed your hips against his. You could feel his erection against your body and you moaned softly into the kiss before he broke it.

            “Well?” His voice dripped with a lust matched by the intense gaze he gave you.

            “I think I need another.” You weren’t thinking of winning this little game of yours anymore. The man knew how to kiss and now you wanted to know just how much he knew about pleasing a woman. Before he could protest, you stood on your toes and pressed your lips to his.

            Your hands slid up his chest and you looped your arms around his neck. Hisoka parted his lips for you and allowed you a deep, passionate kiss once more. This time, he moved his hand from the small of your back down to your tight bottom. He caressed it through your jeans before giving a good squeeze and earning another moan from you.

            Hisoka broke the kiss once more and guided you to the bed. His intent matched your desire and you tugged at his top to remove it. The redhead allowed you to pull off his shirt and the sight before you brought a fire in your core. His body was perfectly sculpted and his muscles rippled with each of his movements.

            In turn, he pulled your crop top over your head before leaning in to kiss you again. The kiss was again deep and full of desire. Your breaths mingled together as his hand slid down your side, behind your back, and unhooked your bra. With practiced ease, he removed your undergarment and cupped your supple breast.

            His thumb twirled teasingly over the hardened nipple and you let out a soft moan. You pressed your hips to him as your need began to grow. Hisoka broke the kiss to draw his lips down your jaw and to your neck. He planted a few light kisses there before softly biting your tender flesh.

            He worked his way along your neck and down to your shoulder. You moaned softly and reached your hand to the hard bulge of his member. Your hands kneaded and rubbed him through the fabric and he growled in pleasure.

            The two of you continued exploring each other's bodies until neither of you could take much more. Your hands tugged at his pants and he kicked off his shoes before helping you remove them. The fighter pulled off your boots before undoing your jeans and sliding them off. You were unsurprised to find the man did not wear any undergarments and shimmied out of your own.

            Both of you admired each other’s naked form before you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him into one more kiss. Your legs spread and he situated himself between them. His long fingers caressed your inner thigh before sliding along your slick folds.

            A moan of pleasure escaped his lips when he found how wet you were for him. He easily slid a finger into your womanhood and thrust it a few times before inserting a second. You easily took in his fingers and your hips began to rock with his movements.

            “Hisoka.” You breathlessly called his name.

            “Am I the best kisser you’ve met?” His voice was full of lust and mischief as he teased you with his fingers.

            You were too far gone to care what he did or did not know about you and you nodded. “Yes.”

            “So, are you a specialist?” That same teasing voice and the withdrawal of his fingers made you whine with need.

            “Yes.” You desperately wanted him and it he didn’t matter if he was right or not. You just wanted him. Wanted him inside you. “Hisoka, please.” You begged him and were almost afraid he’d leave you in this state, but you moaned in anticipation as you watched him line up his member before easily sliding his warm, hard cock into you.

            Your back arched at the feeling of his member filling you completely. He easily slid into you and paused for just a moment so you could savor the fulling of every inch of him filling your womanhood. Your body clenched around him and tried to further its pleasure.

            Hisoka closed his eyes at the feeling and moaned as he pulled back and began to pump himself in you. His movements were slow at first. Savoring the feeling of you clenched around him, but as his need grew so did the intensity of his thrusts.

            You moaned sweetly and your hips rose to meet his. The feeling of him deep inside you was delicious and you hooked your leg around him. The fighter watched your body writhe in pleasure beneath him before gently pulling you up to sit in his lap.

            The movement pushed him even deeper into you. You threw your arms around his neck and moved yourself on top of him. His hands wrapped around your back and pulled you tightly to his body. Your lips found their way to his and your tongues entwined in a dance of passion as you bounced along his cock.

            Your body quivered and rocked as your climax drew near. Hisoka pushed you back onto the bed and his movements became more frenzied. His lips and teeth were down your neck, across your collarbone, and sucking on your breasts.

            “Hisoka!” You cried out his name and arched your back as you came undone. The fighter let out a low growl as his seed spilled in you. Several breathless moments later, your eyes met Hisoka’s golden ones.

            “I look forward to reviewing your next performance.” His sultry tenor sparked your heat again and you smiled seductively at the man above you. You were looking forward to next time as well.

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Mornings with you

*English is not my first language I apologise

*Triggers: Fluff

Y/N POV

Mornings with Islam were always the same, his alarm goes off at 5, he gets up, goes for a run and comes back at 7 to take a quick shower before joining me for breakfast and so was today as well.

I woke up from his alarm, that he quickly turned off before getting out of bed. He was quiet as he walked around the bedroom, gathering his clothes to get ready for his morning run. I was still sleepy, trying not to get fully awake as he sat down on my side of the bed. “Go back to sleep, I’ll be back in two hours.” He gently whispered as he placed a soft kiss on my forehead before getting back up. I nodded at him and closed my eyes as he walked out of our bedroom, slowly drifting away into a dreamless sleep.

“How was your run?” I asked him as he walked up to me as I was making breakfast for us. “Good, did you sleep well?” His hands slowly moved around my hips, gently squeezing them as he placed a kiss on my shoulder. “I slept well.” I answered as a small giggle escaped from me as his beard tickled my neck. “Sorry, my beautiful wife.” He pulled me by my hips closer to his chest and wrapped his arms around me, locking me in his embrace. “What are your plans for today?” I asked as I gently touched his arms, tracing them softly. “Nothing, I have a day off today.” He was smiling against my shoulder as he softly placed a few kisses on them. “Really? Do you maybe want to go out shopping with me?” A soft hum and a few more kisses were enough for me to smile. “Thank you.” I gently squeezed his hands and tried to continue to make our breakfast. “Always for my beautiful wife.” He whispered against the back of my head as he slowly released me from his embrace.

Islam POV

I took a seat as she was finishing up our breakfast. “I actually need some socks.” I said as I was admiring her, she always looked so soft and beautiful. “We’ll get you some new socks.” She turned around and placed two plates down on the table. “Looks good.” She smiled and sat down as well. “Thank you.” A small blush was on her face as she shyly looked away from me. “3 years of marriage and you’re still so shy around me.” I found it adorable. “Oh please stop it.” She playfully nudged my arm and giggled. “I like it, so don’t worry.” I grabbed her hand and placed a soft kiss on it. “I love you.” She whispered softly. “I love you.” I whispered softly back at her. We both were smiling like idiots as we continue to eat our breakfast together, she was rambling about the things she needed from the store as I was listening very carefully to her, adoring her secretly.

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MMA Curtis throwing reader over his shoulder after a match and disappearing into the locker rooms- everyone knows what’s gonna go down and no one dares to enters

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 me loves him:

You’re on your knees, trapped between the tiled shower wall and his massive, looming frame.

“Good girl, that’s it—fuck,” he’s high on adrenaline and still buzzing from his victory, but the feeling of your mouth on his full balls is enough to make his knees weak. “You’re doing so good, so fuckin’ good.”

Your eyes squeeze shut as his fat tip traces over your face, leaving a white trail behind. You’ll be a dumb mess when he’s done with you, and you’d already be halfway there if you hadn’t dropped to your knees the moment the locker room door shut.

How could Curtis resist his girl begging to suck his cock and balls?

“You proud of me, cupcake?” He asks, the water beating down on his tattooed back and chest, all the way down to his feet. “You proud of daddy for winning?”

You pull away from his sack, lips swollen and wet, “uh-huh! Always!” Your fingers pierce into his muscled thighs, bright eyes gleaming up at him with shy determination, “w-wanna show you, daddy. I wanna, uh, do it.”

He groans, fisting his throbbing length as pre cum dribbles from the head, “yeah? You gonna take it all this time and not cry ‘bout it getting too deep?”