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[baigepueckers]

Nika Mühl X Reader

Unstoppable

The Seattle sky was grey, a haze was casted over the city as the Seattle Storm prepared for another intense practice. Nika Mühl had always been a force on the court, her reputation built on her fierce defense, unstoppable energy, and the kind of competitive fire that made even her teammates take a step back sometimes. She loved the game. Basketball was her life, and she played it with everything she had.

But lately, something…no someone had been taking up space in her mind, even during the most demanding practices.

That someone was Y/N, the team’s media photographer. Y/N had been with the team for a little over a season, constantly behind the lens, capturing the highs and lows of every game, every practice and every candid moment in between. Nika noticed her from the beginning…the way she always seemed so calm, so focused even when the gym was loud and chaotic. Y/N’s quiet determination was something Nika admired.

Then there was the way Y/N smiled. It wasn’t the kind of smile that screamed for attention. It was soft, understated, but when Nika caught it, it hit her harder than any victory.

For weeks, Nika had been working up the courage to ask Y/N out, but she didn’t know how to approach. She was confident during games, but when it came to personal stuff especially feelings she was out of her element. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had to take her shot with Y/N.

Today was going to be the day. She had decided.

Practice ended, and the team slowly filtered out of the gym. Nika took a deep breath, watching Y/N as she packed up her camera equipment. She was wearing her usual Seattle Storm hoodie, her hair pulled back in a slick back ponytail, focused on the task in front of her.

Nika wiped her hands on her shorts, her heart racing. She’d faced down some of the toughest competitors in college, in the league, but this felt harder.

“Hey, Y/N” Nika called, trying to keep her voice casual.

Y/N looked up, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. “Oh, hey, Nika. What’s up?”

Nika scratched the back of her neck, feeling the sudden, overwhelming urge to just walk away. But, she couldn’t back out now. She had to at least try.

“I was just, uh… wondering if maybe you’d want to grab a coffee sometime? You know, just us?” Nika’s voice was quieter than she intended, offering a smile.

Y/N blinked, clearly caught off guard. She shifted slightly her eyes softening but also taking on an apologetic look.

“Nika, that’s really sweet” Y/N said, her tone kind but hesitant. “But… I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Nika’s stomach dropped. She hadn’t expected this. Not from Y/N, not after she’d worked up the nerve to ask.

“Oh,” Nika muttered, trying to hide her disappointment. “I um… is there a reason why?”

Y/N sighed, glancing down at her camera before looking back up at Nika. She bit her lip trying to choose her words.

“It’s not that I don’t like you, Nika” Y/N said gently. “But I’ve heard some things. I saw that interview that Paige did where she called you a “menace,” and I’ve seen how intense you can be on the court. It’s kind of… intimidating. I just don’t know if I’m up for that.”

Nika’s heart clenched. A menace? Paige. Of course. Paige always joked about how intense Nika was, but it wasn’t supposed to be serious. It was part of how she played, not who she was as a person.

“I’m not like that off the court, you know…” Nika said, her voice a little firmer than before. “Paige was just messing around. Yeah, I’m intense when I play, but I’m not… I’m not some kind of monster….” Nika said, her voice trailing off.

Y/N gave a small, apologetic smile. “I’m sure you’re not. But I’ve seen how you are during games. You’re… relentless. And I don’t know if I could handle that kind of intensity in a relationship.”

Nika stared at her, disbelief mixed with frustration. She’d never been turned down before, and certainly not for being too “intense.” Basketball was where she was aggressive, off the court she was just Nika. She wasn’t used to people seeing her any other way.

“I get it” Nika said after a moment, trying to hide her hurt. “I just thought… well never mind.”

Y/N’s expression softened, but Nika could tell the decision was final. With a small nod Y/N picked up her equipment and left, leaving Nika standing alone in the now empty gym, a strange unfamiliar ache in her chest.

That night, Nika couldn’t get Y/N’s words out of her head. For the first time in a long time she felt uncertain. She had never thought that her intensity on the court would be looked at as a bad thing off of it. And she sure as hell wasn’t used to rejection…not like this.

But this wasn’t over…Nika wasn’t going to give up that easily. Y/N was different and Nika knew there was more to her than just the rumors, the on court personality or even Paige’s teasing. Nika had been underestimated before and she’d proven people wrong countless times. This was just another one of those times.

So she decided to prove it.

From that day on, Nika made it her mission to show Y/N the side of her that not everyone got to see. The Nika who could be kind, thoughtful, and caring. She wasn’t about to give up after one rejection.

At practice the next day, Nika found herself hyper aware of how she was acting, especially when Y/N was around. Normally she was the loudest on the court, egging her teammates on, challenging everyone to be better. Today though…she toned it down. She still worked hard but she kept the trash talk to a minimum and gave more encouragement than usually does.

“Nice pass, Jewell!” Nika called out instead of her usual sarcastic jabs. “Way to go, Ezi!”

When Y/N walked by her camera slung over her shoulder, Nika shot her a smile one that she hoped was friendly and not as intense as she usually was. Y/N gave a small smile back but didn’t linger.

In the days that followed Nika made little gestures, hoping to slowly change Y/N’s mind.

During one practice, Y/N was sitting on the sidelines reviewing her photos when Nika walked by. She noticed Y/N’s water bottle was almost empty. Without a word Nika jogged to the cooler filled up the bottle and set it back next to Y/N.

Y/N looked up, surprised. “Oh thanks, Nika. You didn’t have to do that.”

“No problem” Nika said, trying to keep her voice casual. “Just figured you could use a refill.”

Y/N smiled again, though this time it reached her eyes. Nika walked away her heart racing a little…feeling like maybe just maybe she was making progress.

A week later, after an exhausting game the team was headed to the locker room but Nika noticed that Y/N was struggling to carry her equipment bags and camera gear. Without hesitating, Nika jogged over.

“Here, let me help you with that darling” Nika offered, grabbing one of the heavier bags.

Y/N blinked in surprise. “Oh it’s okay, I’ve got it… you don’t have to worry about it.”

“No way” Nika said with a grin. “You’re always hauling this stuff around and you do so much for us…It’s the least I can do.”

Y/N chuckled softlyher eyes meeting Nika’s for a brief moment. “Thanks, Niks… I appreciate it.”

As they walked side by side to the locker room Nika felt a small sense of victory. This was the Nika Mühl that Y/N needed to see the one who wasn’t just the fierce competitor on the court, but the one who cared, who noticed the little things. She could tell Y/N was starting to warm up to her…even if just a little.

A few more weeks passed and Nika continued her small plan to win Y/N over. She was patient more patient than she ever thought she could be. She gave Y/N space but made sure to show up in the moments that mattered. Whether it was helping her carry gear, offering her a coffee during long media days or simply making light conversation during breaks. Nika was there.

But it wasn’t just about the gestures either. Nika started opening up more..sharing small pieces of herself with Y/N whenever they talked. She told her stories about growing up in Croatia, about her family and about how basketball had been her escape in Croatia. She let Y/N see the person she was beside just a basketball player.

One afternoon after practice, Nika found herself sitting on the bench next to Y/N as she edited photos from a game. The arena was quiet and the rest of the team long gone, but Nika had stayed behind…hoping for a chance to talk.

“Those are some pretty sick shots, Y/N” Nika said, her head nodding toward the camera.

Y/N smiled turning the camera to show Nika a few more of the photos. “Thanks…the lighting was tough, but I think I got a few good ones.”

Nika leaned in a little closer hyper aware of how close Y/N’s skin was to hers, studying the photos. “You’re really good at what you do, you know that?”

Y/N blushed, her eyes flicking up to meet Nika’s. “Thank you Niks, you know that means a lot. Not everyone takes the time to even notice the “media” people are around.”

Nika hesitated, her heart pounding but then she decided to go for it. “You know… I get why you were hesitant before…about going out with me, I mean. But I just want you to know that I’m not the person those interviews or social media make me out to be. Sure, I’m intense on the court…but that’s just how I play. It doesn’t mean that’s who I am.”

Y/N listened quietly her expression thoughtful, gazing up at Nika.

“I really like you, Y/N” Nika continued, her voice soft. “And I want to get to know you better. I’m not asking for anything big… just maybe give me a chance? We could hang out no pressure, no expectations. Just two people getting to know each other.”

For a moment Y/N didn’t say anything her eyes searching Nika’s face. Then she let out a small breath, her lips forming into a gentle smile.

“You’ve been really sweet these past few weeks” Y/N said her voice quiet but sincere. “I’ve noticed. And… maybe I was wrong to judge you so quickly.”

Nika’s heart skipped a beat. “So… does that mean you’ll give me a chance?”

Y/N smiled, her eyes softening. “Yeah you big goof .. I think I can do that. How about that coffee?”

Nika’s face lit up a genuine grin spreading across her face. “Coffee sounds perfect with you.”

As they stood up and walked out of the arena together, Nika felt lighter than she had in weeks. Maybe it had taken a little longer than she’d expected and maybe she’d had to show a side of herself that she didn’t usually let people see but it had been worth it. Y/N had finally seen her…not the player or what people say, but actually her.

PS: Wrote this in third person and idk how I feel about it.

[ilovebuckers5]

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nika muhl x reader

summary - you've never experienced true love until nika came along and part of you doesn't believe that you deserve her.

word count - 1.6k

themes :

-angst

-fluff

warnings :

-arguing

-cursing

a / n - inspired by scary love by the neighborhood and dedicated to my love (not the bad parts though only the sweet ones!)

Nika's hair always felt nice on my bare chest. I felt at peace when I'd wake up to her lips just barely touching my collarbones. my hands were still tangled in her hair but I slowly twirled some strands in between my fingers. this didn't feel right. it felt right in the moment but in the back of my mind, I didn't deserve it. I didn't deserve to have this perfect woman in my arms. it felt like I took up her warmth. I slowly peeled my arms off of her back and slid out from under her. her head gently fell against the pillow I was previously lying on. I watched as she didn't make a single move. I stood there and admired her messy hair sprawled out on the silky pillowcase. her fingers tightened around nothing but fabric, I could tell she wanted me back there. but I still walked to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. brushed my hair and brushed my teeth with the same thought running around my head. the same thoughts.

I can't fuck this up 

yet the moment I felt okay and comfortable, a flip had switched. a couple of weeks after that morning I was feeling amazing. I felt like everything I was blessed with was meant for me. but the second an ounce of doubt ran through my head, I blew.

"Baby who is this?" Nika said holding my phone to my face. her voice was soft and calm but part of me still felt threatened. it wasn't anyone. it was just my best friend and I happened to have her contact as "babe💞" the same emoji I had next to Nika's name on my phone. I knew that it was just my best friend and nothing more but for some reason, I felt the need to panic. as if I had something to hide. "oh. uh, it's just- no one." I snatched my phone out of her hand leaving it empty as if it was searching for something to grasp onto. I held my phone to my face as I quickly changed the contact back to my best friend's name and a red heart next to it. I felt guilty for nothing. when I looked up I saw Nika with watering eyes ready to burst. and suddenly I copied. this is the last thing I wanted. Had I fucked it up? "y-you can tell me who it is." her voice was trembling beneath her lips. I could tell that inside she was fuming and wanted to explode but she had always hidden her angry side from me so she refused to blow. I quickly stepped closer to her body, cradling her jaw. I tried to calm her down without telling her the truth even though I knew that was what would fix things. something was stopping me. She tilted her head in the opposite direction of my hand, ripping her skin from my own. "who was it? just fucking tell me." why didn't I tell her. why couldn't I? I rested my hands against my stomach trying to control my increasing breath. "i-i don't know." my voice trailed off with shaky breaths. what the fuck was stopping me. I held onto my arms pretending it was Nika. the room went quiet after Nika took a couple of deep breaths. Nika finally turned around and showed her damp face. her eyebrows furrowed when she saw that I had been crying too. "why are you crying? what do you have to be crying about?" she pointed her finger at my chest, gently bumping me back. I took a breath, stumbling over my air while wiping tears from my cheeks as fast as I could. I tried to keep it together and not sob out of frustration. "it's not anyone Nika I promise." I practically pleaded between words.

"then why won't you tell me!?" her hands flung through the air drastically.

"Please you gotta trust me, baby." I dipped my head into my palms.

"how am I supposed to trust you when you can't even tell me who you're calling babe?"

"It's just a nickname," I whispered under my breath.

"Jesus Christ." her hands were tangled in her hair as she paced around the room.

"I'm sorry" I croaked out between hidden sobs.

I felt weak.

"do you realize that I love you? more than anything in the world and if you do too you need to fucking show it!" she said with her back faced to me.

I held onto that. She loved me more than anything in the world. and I loved her more than myself.

"I-" I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off.

"no. You can explain to me once you actually know how to"

Nika walked out of the door and to her car. I knew where she was going. she drove all the way back to campus to see Paige. it's where she always went when she was upset. So there I was sitting on the edge of our bed. crying to pass the time that was only filled with hope for her coming back through the door and giving me time to explain. I slowly moved to the floor and sat against the wall instead. My knees curled up to my chest. my jeans soaked up all the tears that came out of my eyes. I held onto my shins and sobbed for the rest of the night. it was only at around 3 am that I decided to get up and change something. I brushed through my hair and changed into sweatpants and a cropped tank top. I changed from my slippers into tennis shoes before leaving the apartment and walking to campus. it took me thirty minutes to get there and about ten minutes to get the balls to knock on Paige's door. the door swung open to reveal Paige staring at me. blanker than usual. she was obviously mad and that made me feel even worse. "uh- can I come in?" I know Paige loved me and Nika together and separately so she let me in and sat herself on her couch. "she's in my room." she spit out blandly while motioning her hand behind her head.

"did you walk here?" Paige questioned while shoving leftovers in her mouth.

"yes," I said while walking down to where Nika was. the door was cracked open enough for me to see her lying on Paige's bed. no covers and not a pillow. just flat sheets. I hesitated with my hand hovering over the door knob before creaking open the door. Nika was asleep, which I was part thankful and sad about. She used to say that it was almost impossible to sleep without me. I could tell that she wasn't completely out though. I can always tell now from the number of times I've walked in on her sitting up waiting for me to come back from the bathroom. She would always have a goofy smile on her lips once I called her out for fake sleeping. I chose to lean against the wall after closing the door instead of sitting on the edge of Paige's bed like how I wanted to. I watched Nika's chest rise and fall with every melancholy breath she took in her sleep. A million things went through my head questioning what she could be thinking about. A small hair fell down the side of her face and I took no time to reach and move it back behind her ear. I guess she's a light sleeper without me. she blinked her eyes open and I wanted to cover my face. her eyes were locked with mine for half a second before she looked down at the pale purple sheets she was lying on. we sat in silence for what felt like forever until I spoke.

"it was my best friend. the girl in my contacts." I explained, waiting for Nika to even look at me.

"We have this inside joke where we call each other babe and it was brought up the night before so I thought it would be funny to change her contact to that but I'm now realizing that it was a bad thing to do while in a relationship and I'm so so sorry, I don't want to lose you and I feel like I just did you're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I don't know what I'd do without you-" my words began to trail off before Nika stood up and held her finger to my lips.

"stop." her hand rested on my hip while she stared into my eyes for the first time in 2 hours. I got caught in her eyes. her touch and her breath and everything else. she sighed and looked at the floor then back up to me.

"It's okay," she whispered while wiping the few tears that fell down my face without me noticing. she pressed her forehead against mine while moving her hands to the small of my back. a shiver ran up my spine when I felt her touch on my uncovered skin.

"I love you, Nika. so much more than you think. I'm so" my voice began to break "I'm scared that something will go wrong. that's the only thing that has ever happened to me. I get in an argument and then it's over. if that happened between us, I- I don't know what I'd do." Nika nodded along while I spoke.

"I am never. ever. going to pull that kind of shit on you beba."

Nika's accent calmed me. her words seemed to flow more when her accent was present.

I wrapped my arms around Nika's body pulling her in tightly. I pulled away to see her staring in absolute awe. her hands ran over my hair, slowly twirling strands between her fingers like how I used to.

[snowywolf1005]

@animatronicanime : Hey, I was wondering if you could do the one-piece old generation where Roger pirate discovers of lunala and nika Love Story. Or the Gear 5 Luffy x Lunala reader? please! 🥺

Roger crew are going to a leagdary place called Mexico? Well, let hurry up!!!!

The crew all appeared to sail, and victoria showed Roger a compass that led the way to Mexico. "So this compass will lead us to Mexico?" Oden asked. Victoria nodded. "Okay, we're going west blue, where the fog will be at," said Sofia.

A few seconds later, they reached the west blue where the fog was at, "it so foggy, I can't even see damn thing," said Rayleigh. "The fog is so big that you couldn't even see. Even if you try to go in, it'll turn you back where you started," Ema

"Well, there is a way to get in. If we play the song called La lorona, " said victoria, "la lorona?" Buggy asks. "Yes!" So Jack got the radio disc and the box that can play the music.

Roger and the crew watch as Ema and victoria are prepared to play the music. And it begins...

Everyone was surprised by the beautiful song. They straight in the fog, the song still playing. It was so dark in here, but they turned on the lanterns. "Hey, guys, do you hear people singing the song? It is like getting louder, " said Shanks.

"Agree, I could hear them, but I can't see them," said oden, looking around, then a huge shadow appeared, scared the living shit out of them, and more boats came. "quién eres!?" The man ask, who is wearing a military suit, "uh, what he say?" Roger asks.

"He asks who are we, don't worry, I'll do the translate," said victoria.

"Disculpe señor, estamos aquí para ir a México con mis amigos. Mi nombre es Victoria, ya conoce a mi hermano, que se une al ejército." She said.

The translate : excuse me, sir! we're here to go to Mexico with my friends. my name is victoria, you know my brother, who joins the military.

"Wow, she pretty good," said Shanks, so the military let them in, then they saw Mexico City but not the tall building. Just a old Mexico city. The crew was surprised, they saw cars (it their first time). Roger crew went to the museum to learn about joyboy and luna.

They did hear the story of luna. Victoria told the Roger crew about a history of Mexico and how it started. "Victoria, I remember I told you about in Mexico, how there kaiju?" Buggy, ask, Victoria nodded.

"Well, where is it?" He questioned, "it in the other side of land, not far, you will see the island called kaiju island," she said.

Everyone was excited, "In fact, the military couldn't let anyone in the kaiju island." Everyone frown. Oh! Yeah! They also went to see the poneglyph that was written by luna. It was in the old ancient castle, which was about 900 years ago.

The poneglyph is in the castle, where they hide something that nobody knows. The military let the Roger crew see, not letting anyone see what was going on.

But victoria brought a friend named Ana, who is researching an ancient history worker, and she studied Mexico ancient history.

"The poneglyph," said Roger, oden walked closer to the poneglyph and focused the letters. "What does it say?" said Ema, oden was surprised by the writing, "what is it, oden!?" Rayleigh asks, "written some love story," Oden said.

"A love story?" Roger question, "Ana, explain please, " said Jack. "Well, we research, and we found out that luna talks about how she met joyboy for the first time, and she wants to tell her people about it," said Ana.

Shanks looked around and saw some painting on the wall, "Hey, Ana, what with these walls?" Shanks ask. The crew looked at the wall, seeing the painting of people, "Oh! These paintings are tells a story, we work hard to study these paintings and find we did find luna form"

Everyone was interested in it. "And where is luna form painting?" Ana, point up. Everyone looks above to see this painting:

"Luna form!" Oden yelled, "No way! It huge!!" Buggy scream, they never seen luna from heights. "Yep, when we first saw it, we were surprised to see," said Ana, "I was wondering what in the kaiju island?" Roger asks.

"When me and my friends went kaiju island with the military, we found another ancient city. we looked around to see and found a pyramid. we went inside and found another poneglyph."

The crew dropped their jaw, "a another poneglyph!? Victoria! You said there's only one!" Oden yelled, "I didn't know there's another poneglyph!! Ana, when it happened!!??" Victoria question.

"It happened when you left to go on an adventure!" Said Ana, "that makes sense, " Victoria said.

Now Roger and his crew will go on adventure to go to Kaiju island to study all about Mexico history.

Part 3 is coming soon!!

[markgraysons1girlfriend]

I HATE WHEN PEOPLE WRITE THINGS LIKE “You tied your long, straight hair into a ponytail” bro I am BLACK I DO NOT HAVE STRAIGHT HAIR!!! AND ALSO “Your face turned as red as a strawberry/tomato” once again I am BLACK. LEAVE US BLACK READERS ALONEEEEEE!!!

Also make more Sun God Nika/Gear 5 Luffy x Reader. I love that guy

[jareaul0ver]

I’m IN LOVE with your Nika content. Maybe I’ve seen too many edits where she looks pissed but would you maybe ever write something about her being more rough with you for the first time ?🫢🫣

wc: 1.4k warnings: pure filth below, pissed off nika, strap on usage r!receiving but nika still getting off, sucking the strap, overstimulation, rough handling, biting, cursing, boobs! pairings: nika x fem!reader

Nika’s hands held a firm grip on your ass as she kissed you hard. You barely had time to ask why she looked so pissed off before she was on you. You couldn’t complain, though, not when she trailed down to your neck and nipped at it with her teeth.

She elicited a groan from you and it only made her grip on your ass tighten. Surely you would wake up the next morning with bruises in the shape of fingerprints from how hard she was holding you.

Her teeth sunk into the sweet spot on your neck and you sucked in a sharp breath. “Nika,” you mumbled. She ignored you and continued her assault on your skin, leaving bite marks all over your neck.

You gently pushed her off of you and her eyes immediately met yours. They were usually soft and filled with affection for you, but right now they only looked lustful and pissed.

After starting at her for a moment, you shook your head and lifted your shirt off and threw it to the ground. Nika moved forward and reconnected her lips to your neck, slowly making her way down to your collarbone.

Her hands slipped underneath your thighs and lifted you up. You gasped at her actions and quickly wrapped your arms around her neck and your legs around her waist for stability even though she was strong and you knew she could carry you easily.

Her lips were attached to your neck as she slowly carried you into your bedroom. She sat you on the edge of the bed and looked down at you before practically ripping your bra off.

She eyed your chest and bit her bottom lip before speaking. “Strip, I’ll be back.” She said firmly before turning around and walking to her bedroom.

You were a little confused, but knew better than to disobey her right now, so you stripped into nothing. You discarded your clothes on the floor and sat there waiting for Nika to return.

Once she finally walked back into the room, your lips parted and eyes widened. She was fully naked, like you, except for the harness with a strap on around her waist.

“Nika-“ you breathed out as she walked over to you and grabbed your chin.

“Hm?” Her grip was strong on your face. Her thumb ran over your lip and she spoke hoarsely. “Open.” You obeyed and she placed her thumb on your tongue. You closed your mouth around it and sucked for a second before she pulled it out.

She gathered a handful of your hair and pushed you down off the bed and onto your knees. You looked at the fake dick hanging from her waist. It wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small by any means; it was probably the biggest thing you were going to take.

Your eyes darted up to hers and she saw the concerned look in them. Her face softened and her hand fell to caress your jaw. “If you don’t want this, we don’t have to do it.” Her thumb stroked your cheek. “But if you do, I’m not holding back, bebo.”

You swallowed nervously and nodded. “Okay.”

Nika nodded back at you before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your head. Her one hand gripped your hair while the other held the base of the strap. She tapped the tip of it against your lips.

You opened your mouth and she slid it in. A small groan left her lips at the sight of you about to suck her off. She thrusted forward slowly and your hands reached around her thighs for support.

She hit the back of your throat, making you gag, and she cursed under her breath. That finally set her off. She started slowly fucking your face with the strap. The tip hit the back of your throat over and over, and although it was something you weren’t used to, you felt heat pooling at your pussy.

Tears pricked at your eyes and you gazed up at her. She pulled the strap out of your mouth and you let out a deep breath. She wasn’t finished, though. She pulled you up to her before pushing you onto your back on the bed.

You scooted back and she crawled onto the bed after you, leaning on her knees. She took the strap and tapped it against your clit. You moaned and bucked your hips a little. Without warning, she lined herself up with you and slid it into your cunt.

You threw your head back against the pillow at the sensation of her being in you. It burned, but it burned good. She moved slowly at first, letting you adjust, but she was getting as needy as you were.

The base of the strap was hitting her clit perfectly. Her thrusts quickly picked up and she leaned over you. Her hands gripped your tits for support, and you cried out at the touch.

Your arms flung around her neck and scratched at the base of it. She leaned down further, her hand landing near your ear as she pounded into you. She groaned at the noises you were making, and felt herself getting closer to cumming.

You were on a whole other planet at this point. She was fucking you relentlessly and you felt the knot in your stomach tightening. “Fuck, Nika I’m- I’m gonna cum.” You whined, your words flowing right into her ear.

She reached down with one of her hands and rubbed small circles on your clit. You threw your head back and arched your body up into hers. The both of you were getting close to finishing. Nika’s hits jutted against yours erratically as her core tensed up.

The strap wasn’t doing much for her pleasure anymore, but your consistent whines and pleads were incredibly close to finishing her off. With a few more thrusts of her dick and circles on your clit, you came, her name spilling out of your mouth.

This sent her over the edge. She kept thrusting into you, but she slowed her pace to allow for you to both ride our your highs. She smashed her lips back onto yours and you kissed her dazedly.

She wasn’t finished with you, though. After you had caught your breath, she flipped you to be on top of her, the strap still in your dripping cunt. You gasped when she thrusted up into you.

“Nika I- I can’t.” You muttered through heavy breaths as she pumped in and out of you.

Her hands tightly gripped your ass and helped bounce you on the strap. “Yes you can.” She growled and you threw your head back. Tears pricked at your eyes, but you took over, moving yourself up and down.

You were incredibly sensitive, and so was she, so it didn’t take long for the knots in your cores to build back up again. The sound of your ass hitting her legs while you fucked yourself on the strap made Nika shudder.

“Just like that.” She bit her bottom lip and thrusted up into you. A few tears ran down your face at the feeling, and you swore you saw God as you came again.

Nika kept going, she was greedy and needed to cum again. You were so overstimulated and fucked out, but you refused to deny her another orgasm. With another few thrusts, she came with a loud moan, her grip on your ass incredibly bruising.

You came again and your body slumped. Your chest fell onto hers and you pleaded in her ear. “No more, please.”

She nodded and gently pulled out of you, a small gasp coming from your lips at the empty sensation. She shuffled out of the strap and tossed it onto the floor next to your bed.

Her hands ran up your spine and she rubbed your back soothingly. “Are you okay? Was it too much?” She whispered in your ear, the soft Croatian girl you usually knew coming back.

You shook your head. “No, no, I’m okay. I just..” You kissed her neck softly and she hummed. “I’ve never felt that fucking good before.”

She laughed into your ear and smiled. You spoke again. “Maybe I should get you pissed off more often if it’s gonna end up like this.”

She gripped your sides and you yelped. “Don’t even think about it.” She husked against your ear, earring a small giggle from your lips.

[girlokwhatever]

reguest idea: would u wanna write smth when reader does hickeys to paige and paiges teamates see them and start teasing her? with the smut??

𝄞˚˖.🎀༘⋆·˚ ༘₊·➳‧₊* ‧₊ marks of my love,,

paige bueckers x fem!reader

“shit-”

you’re straddling paige, grinding down on her as you glide your lips down her neck. you suck starting behind her ear, trailing marks of your love along her body. the dark purple hue glows almost immediately and you pull back to admire your girlfriend. hickeys scatter her neck, chest, and shoulders.

“s’pretty paigey. wanna fuck you so bad.”

“please baby..”

within a second you’re between her legs, pushing them apart. your lips attach to her thighs like second nature, sucking and licking until you’re satisfied with the deep purple hue. she’s moaning, hand in your hair with a tight grasp.

“don’t tease-”

she doesn’t have time to finish her statement because you’re pulling away from her skin with a pop. you roll your eyes at being rushed but your cheeks are flushed from her desperation. you grab her boxers, pulling them down her legs before returning to your original spot. she places both hands on the back of your head now, pulling you into her cunt with force. you accept it and enjoy it, reveling in the taste of your girlfriend.

you both moan at the same time, the first touch almost too much for either of you. your breathy moan sends shivers up her spine and shocks her clit, making her body jolt slightly. she immediately pulls you closer, shoving your face into her wetness. it’s coating your chin and nose and you don’t even care. you suck and lick every since of skin you can reach, moaning out about how good she tastes.

you push your tongue into her, feeling the ecstasy from the way her body sucks you in. working on her weeping hole with your tongue, you find importance with your hands by toying with her clit. paige praises you, egging you on as your final touch and lick sends her spiraling over the edge. her body melts beneath yours, going limp with the aftershock of her orgasm. you take the moment to suck your last hickey on her hip, kissing it and lifting your lips to her own.

within seconds she’s up, pulling you against the mattress as she sinks down onto you, letting her desire to please you take over.

paige is absolutely sweating, watching as the majority of her shots swish through the basket. she’s not aware that the makeup she used to cover her hickeys was beginning to fade, sweat washing it all away.

no one has noticed yet, including paige. she gets everyone’s attention, betting that she can make the shot from half court. everyone on the other side of the floor is getting in on it, too far away to notice your marks of love lingering on paige.

paige sets up for the shot, everyone pulling their phones out and getting closer. the basketball flies from her hand, hitting the backboard and going straight into the basket. everyone cheers, kk jumping up and down as she lessens the distance between herself and her friend.

“paige.. OH MY GOSH! PAIGE HAS A HICKEY YALL- WAIT.. SHE HAS LIKE THREE”

paige’s eyes widen in shock, hand immediately coming up to her neck. sure enough, she sees the transfers of the now liquid cover up transfer to her hand. her face is beet red, wrapping her hands around her neck. she’s certainly not ashamed, but she’s definitely embarrassed because now all of her friends know what you and paige do when they’re not around.

“alright alright- that’s enough.” paige is blushing bashfully with the largest grin adorning her features.

everyone’s shoving their phone in her face, trying to wedge her hands away from her neck. paige jogs away from everyone, trapping herself in the locker room until everyone else arrives. she wants to call you and tell you how horrendous this situation is, but kk, ice, and nika have already shoved their way through the door. paige isn’t aware that sitting down has made her shorts ride up, revealing some of the numerous hickeys on her thighs.

“the legs too paige? you guys are freaky.” nika speaks with a smirk on her face, making kk and ice double over in their laughter. she takes a seat next to paige, patting her back.

your girlfriend gives up on trying to hide the marks, letting her arms fall to her side before she stands up to change out of her workout clothes. when she lifts her shirt off, everyone’s jaws drop. all her hickeys are nearly revealed now, the deep purple and red adorning her skin.

“just say yall are jealous.” paige shrugs, holding back her laughter. the three other girls are giving each other looks like ‘yeah, she’s right.’ none of them miss the way you and paige look at each other, like you’d both pull the moon down for the other.

“ok girly. it looks like someone beat the shit out of you.”

“whatever.”

“yall must really be getting it on good. was it good-”

kk runs off, paige hot on her trail. all of them had been teasing her too long about it, especially kk. kk screams as she runs and paige gives up on following. her heart swells with pride now, knowing that you’re proud to call her your girlfriend. you must be, considering you’re always so desperate to litter her skin with your marks of love.

·˚ ༘。･:*:･✧* ੈ✩‧₊˚ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!!

it’s short yall sorry

[cosmopretty]

Sleepyhead

Paige Bueckers x Fem

Synopsis: Moments where you and Paige just felt so comfortable between one another, asleep.

First Moment:

After a long day of working all you wanted to do was sleep, preferably in Paige’s arms. You walk into her dorm sighing, falling right on top of the blonde girl laying down. Her hand falls to your head massaging your scalp “Bad day mama?” she asks you, moving her other hand to your hip rubbing back and forth.

You mumble something into her neck that she couldn’t understand, her hand on your head comes down to your cheek lifting it up “I’m just tired P” you say laying down in her chest your leg bending, laying on her stomach. She nods and starts rubbing up and down your back lulling you to sleep.

Not much later KK comes in the dorm on live, Paige smirks at the live while KK points the camera at you asleep. Paige covers your face with her big hand “Shh KK she’s sleeping” your girlfriend says her eyes widening at her friend, not wanting to wake you.

KK nods “So we’re dueling in Fortnite since the fans wanna know who’s better. Come on get up” she says placing the phone beside her so the live can see you three and the TV.

Paige holds your head to her chest with one hand the other under your legs. She pulls the two of you up and sits down infront of the TV. She positioned you so your straddling her waist, your head on her shoulder tucked in her neck so the live can’t see you asleep. She grabs the remote from KK “You got the upper hand it’s unfair I’m tryna let my girl sleep” Paige says to KK and the live.

“Not my problem this why I stay single now hop on” KK says for once quietly not wanting to wake you either. The two girls play Fortnite together quietly until KK yells throwing the remote on the bed “WHAT? Thats not FAIR THE FU-“ she says before she gets interrupt “Bro shut up” Paige groans.

You move in her arms groaning a bit “What happened?” you ask groggily shifting around in her lap lifting your head from her neck. Paige’s fingers come to move some hair from your face “Nothing baby KK was just leaving” she says her fingers sliding down your face.

KK scoffs smacking her lips “Simp. You see guys Paige is a simp” she tells the live before getting up and leaving the dorm to go find another girl to go live with.

Yawning you rub your eyes smiling at Paige a bit “Was she live?” you ask her looking up at her through your lashes. Paige nods “Yeah don’t worry they didn’t see your face I know you wouldn’t want you drooling on me all over the internet” she jokes sticking her tongue out at you.

“Oh shut up I don’t drool that’s all you” You say laughing a bit running your fingers through her pretty blonde hair. Your hands cup her cheeks squishing them together before letting them go. Her hand holds the back of your head before pulling you closer to her, she pecks your lips multiple times before kissing you sweetly.

Second moment:

Dating a division one basketball player, meant dating a person who worked out their body way too much. Paige worked her ass off durning practice, in the gym anything really always leaving her tired. Which means you take care of her of her a lot, you didn’t mind but even when you were taking care of her she was still always in control.

That’s what lead you here walking to Paige’s dorm at ten am, right after you woke up. You open the door smiling at Nika and KK before going to Paige’s dorm walking in. You see laying on her stomach her head shoved her pillow “You okay Paigey?” you ask her half joking.

She grumbles something before pushing herself up on her elbows “I’m sore from practice can you give me a massage ma?” she asks you pouting her bottom lip out. Walking over to her you sit on top of her straddling her back. Your hands work there way to her shoulders, massaging the muscles there.

“You’re so tense Paige’s relax” You demand the girl massing down her arms. She moans into the pillow eyes fluttering shut. Your hands move softly on her soft skin moving down her back.

You sit on top of the girl for around an hour before your hands starts to ache “Paige I think I’m done” you say aloud not getting an answer. Looking down at her you brush her blonde hair from her face to see she fell asleep. Smiling you move to get up and she groans “No stay there it feels good” she whines not opening her eyes.

You lay down next to her throwing your leg over her back so you’re still laying on top of her. She sighs in content when your hands come to her back pressing against her skin lightly, massaging her again as she falls back asleep.

Third Moment

Waking up in the morning with a six foot tall girlfriend built of muscle was not something easy to do. If she didn’t want to get up, you couldn’t she knew the power she had over you and used it. Morning were not easy on Paige she did not want to wake up early, or leave bed, or be alone which meant she forced you to say with her.

You yawn shutting off your alarm clock on your phone and groan rubbing your face. Paige sighs and pulls you closer to her from behind, you lay flush against her “Mmm come on we gotta get up” you whispers your eyes begging to close.

Paige puts her head in your neck shaking her head no “Ten more minutes” she demands not nothing to hear your answer before slugging her leg on top of your waist, spooning you.

“No Paige you have practice come on” You turn around in her arms giving her the chance to trap you. Her arm wraps around your shoulder and her leg stays wrapped around you “Your stuck here now we get up when I want to” she says into your neck.

Letting out a sigh your hug her back playing with her pretty blonde hair with your fingers “Come on Paige Geno’s gonna yell at you again” you remind her.

Paige shrugs “I don’t care, wanna sleep with you ma” she grumbles kissing your neck softly. Giving up you go limp in her arms hugging her back, the two of you slowly fall back asleep together.

Send some requests because I need inspiration

[goldfades]

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓/𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 ─ PB⁵

౨ৎ ─ summary | pretty self explanatory LOL, paige soft launches you!!!! yippee! this was requested -> "HARD OR SOFT LAUNCH WITH PAIGE PLEASE 🙏"

─ warnings | pretty short, JUST CUTE FLUFF!! obvs some banter, playful arguing, idk just some pretty funny stuff nothing too insane!

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[leilanihours]

# I JUST WANNA FUCK YOU 'TILL YOU CRY, VINTAGE DIOR

pairing: nika muhl x model!reader

word count: 897

warnings: smut (MDNI), head + strap (reader receiving)

summary: after a dior photoshoot and a certain blonde getting too close to you, nika needs to show you that she's the only one who deserves touch you.

⭑ from lani: inspired by sucia by kehlani bc that song is sexy and gay asf ! and by me and queen luce being obsessed w it 🎀 also my first time writing strap smut i hope it suffices 😜

masterlist !

YOU HONESTLY DIDN'T know how you ended up here - dior minidress bunched up around your torso, underwear pushed aside, legs spread against your marble countertop, your croatian goddess of a girlfriend drinking you up like she had been thirsty for years - but, hey, you weren't complaining.

"you taste so good, baby, fuck," nika groans against your wet slit. her nails scratch against your bare thighs, leaving red marks wherever they trailed.

"nika," you moan, throwing your head back, "just like that, please."

"you like that? huh?" she breathes out, the vibrations of her words sending you closer to the edge.

"love it, need it so bad," you whine with your eyes shut.

her eyes are trained on your figure - the way your pearl necklace sat on your defined collarbones, the way your hair flowed over your bare shoulders and tits, the way your skin was glowing with a light layer of sweat.

if you asked nika, she probably would've paid all her money to get this exact moment sculpted into a statue and displayed in a museum.

as her thumb presses against your sensitive clit and her tongue continue to fuck into your hole, you sense yourself reaching your climax.

your pussy tightens as your thighs start to shake against the brunette's face, causing her to smirk and halt all her movements as she steps back from you.

"what the fuck?" you complain.

"you think i'm gonna give it to you that easily? after you let that bitch's hands run all over you today?" she says lowly, a dark hunger present in her tone.

"what are you talking about, nik?" you sigh.

"don't give me that bullshit. the bottle blonde that kept adjusting your bikini at the shoot today," she explains, and then it clicks. she's jealous. possessive? probably both.

"oh."

"yeah," she chuckles darkly, "'oh.'"

after a beat of silence, you decide to test your girlfriend's patience even further, "so what are you gonna do about it?"

"excuse me?" she says incredulously, staring intensely at your still half-naked figure sitting on the counter.

"you heard me," you shrug.

"you wanna know what i'm gonna do about it?" she asks with a whisper in your ear. she slowly walks up to you, lightly grinding her hips against your cunt, "i'm gonna fuck you until you cry, until you get rid of this attitude."

her words send a chill down your spine and arousal to drip out of your already soaked pussy. you let out a moan at her promise, biting your lip to contain yourself.

"none of that," she protests, referring to your attempt at silence, "when i get back, i want you completely naked. got it?"

all you can do is nod as you watch her disappear into your bedroom. you hop down onto your hardwood floor, beginning to strip out of your clothes entirely.

soon enough, the brunette emerges from your bedroom naked, the oh-so familiar strap hanging from her hips. you were fucked. literally and figuratively.

"c'mere," she beckons, nodding for you to come closer to her. you oblige, of course, waiting for her to take control, "turn around."

following her directions, you move to face away from your girlfriend, now staring out the wall-to-ceiling windows of your apartment. you catch sight of the people innocently walking down the streets of paris, relishing in the beauty of the sunset.

but that moment of peace is cut short when you are roughly bent over your kitchen counter with the feeling of nika's strap entering you.

"fuck, nika!" you exclaim in shock.

she wastes no time, immediately slamming into your cunt relentlessly, her hands gripping your hips tightly as your ass slaps against her front.

"shut up and take it," she growls allowing one hand to drift down to your clit, rubbing tight circles.

"nika i can't-"

"yes you can, baby, yes you can," she assures, her powerful thrusts already bringing you immensely closer to your climax.

you begin to chase the upcoming high, pushing yourself back against the plastic of her dick.

"there you go," she moans, praising your neediness, "keep fucking against me just like that."

it's only then that you realize she's getting pleasure from this too - the vibrations from the base of the strap making you even more eager to make your girlfriend come with you.

nika's hands leave your hips to play with her own tits, nipples perked up from the pleasure coursing through her own body. she watches as you continue to fuck yourself on her strap, the view of your ass rippling against her bringing her closer and closer.

"you gonna come, y/n? huh?" she pants, running a hand up your back to rest on your shoulder, pulling you harder against her.

"gonna come all over your dick, nik," you whine, tears blurring your vision at the pressure building between your legs as well as the roughness of your girlfriend's motions.

"give it to me, baby," she moans, equally ready to come.

a string of incessant curses fills the air from both of you as you release at the same time. you had never had such a powerful orgasm, but something about nika's jealousy powering her desire for you just hit different - literally.

standing up to face the brunette, you rest against the countertop, still trying to catch you breath, "well, you got your wish."

"hm?" she asks after she's removed the strap from her waist, her hands resting on either side of you against the table.

"you said you wanted to fuck me until i cried, right?"

"i did, didn't i?"

— leilani signing off ! 📁

[asapeveryday]

SWIM ★彡

Pairing: Nika Mühl x Girlfriend!Reader

Warnings: shower sex

Summary: you’ve never seen Nika this mad after a game, jaw clenched shut and eyebrows furrowed. It has an affect on you that’s shameful, and she makes sure to remind you.

A/n: requested by VARIOUSSS anons. Luv u guys

THE DOOR SHUTS behind you loudly, and you can’t help but jump at the force of it. Nika almost pushes past you and heads straight for the kitchen, downing a glass of water and roughly wiping her mouth afterwards. She’s staring into nothing, mind obviously racing after a disastrous game.

You know better than to say anything to her, when she doesn’t preform how she hoped it’s best to keep a distance. Nika is usually good tempered and you’ve always loved that about her; her practicality, her levelheaded-ness. It came in handy when you were needy and exasperated, the way she’d simply purr your name and smile was enough to calm you down…even if her fingers were inside of you.

Her pent up anger was not unheard of, but still rather alien. What freaked you out more was how much of a struggle it was proving to be to keep quiet and distant.

Nika is bulldozing throughout your apartment now, throwing her jacket on the couch and tossing her shoes by the door before roughly yanking out her ponytail in a way that you know must hurt her.

“Can you stop fucking looking at me?” She snaps, her eyes narrowing at you and finally acknowledging your presence.

“Sorry.” You swallow, though you can’t help but admire her. It’s impossible to avoid the twitch in your pussy at the ferocity of her stare, her toned body slumping on the couch, or the frustrated lilt in her voice.

“Did you have fun?” She asks. “Watching me play like a loser today. Did you enjoy it?” She says now, dangerously calm compared to her earlier tone.

Nervously, you say “Of course I didn’t.” To which she raises an eyebrow.

“So it must’ve been a waste of time watching your girlfriend play like shit, huh.” Nika scoffs. “Were you embarrassed?”

“No!” You rush out, approaching her carefully. “I’m never gonna be embarrassed, Niks. It was one bad game, shit happens.”

She doesn’t have to say anything back, you already know the look on her face by heart. It’s one anyone who’s involved with an athlete knows, the look that says ‘you couldn’t possibly understand’. That expression on her face is one that you dread.

“Tell me what you want me to do Nika. How do I support you through things like this?” You sigh.

“You can support me by backing off.” She smiles, not with her usual kindness but with some sort of buried anger. “N’ stop gawking at me like a lost puppy. It’s fucking annoying.”

You cross your arms at this. You love Nika, but her anger makes her unreasonable.

“You sure you want me to back off? You’re the one who asked to come to my apartment.”

She stares at you for a moment that feels too long, the weight of her gaze growing heavier and harder to hold by the moment. You can’t read her expression anymore and it’s both enticing and nerve wracking.

“Since you wanna be smart,” she says, getting up from the couch and sauntering up to you. “I can think of something else you can do for me.”

Her tone is different now. Demanding in a way that excites you. You can’t help but squeeze your thighs together. “Anything you want.” You mumble. “I’ll do it.”

Nika’s eyes sparkle at this, clearly satisfied with your answer. “Strip.”

You’re frozen at her order. She’s seen you naked before, but not under pressure like this. She notices your hesitation and tilts her head. “You said anything, right?”

You nod slightly, slowly pulling off the top you’d worn to her game as well as your shorts before timidly un clipping your bra, leaving your breasts bare and nipples hardening from the new cold of your apartment. You try your best to hold her eye as you slip your panties down your legs and step out of them and towards her.

The feeling of standing there stark naked as your girlfriend soaks in the sight of you in silence is more vulnerable than anything you’ve felt in a long time. You can’t help but bring your hands to your breasts in attempts to cover something.

When Nika’s lips meet yours it’s languid and calculated, her hands ripping your own from your chest as she clashes teeth with you. Letting go of your wrists, she says. “Go turn on the shower.” And when you look at her inquisitively she shoots you a smirk. “I’ll be there soon.”

-

You let the water warm until steam forms to coat the glass doors of the shower, your hair now soaked through and your skin hot. The sound of the bathroom door opening and closing sends a shiver down your spine, and when the glass opens and closes you know Nika has kept her word.

Nothing happens at first, she stands under the water with you, wetting her hair and skin whilst closing her eyes beneath the shower head. You know she can feel you staring, but there’s no reason you shouldn’t with her bare body on display. Her muscles glistening and wet, her belly piercing gleaming through the steam. When your eyes part from her body, they meet her own.

When your lips clash again it’s sensual and charges with a force you can feel deep in your core. Her hands are quickly on either sides of your head when your back hits the cold tile of the bathroom wall, and you let yourself grasp at her tan flesh while she explores your mouth.

“What do you want me to do, Niks.” You huff out between kisses.

“Be quiet.” She says in an instant. “N’ let me fuck you.”

You nod fervently at her request, allowing her to suckle your neck and chest until you’re painted pink and purple. You know she loves to mark you, to have a remnant of her on your body is like a dream come true for the both of you.

As her mouth latches onto your tit, her fingers begin to tease at your pussy. She just barely rubs your clit, smiling at your whines and pleads.

“You don’t even deserve this.” She sighs. “You don’t care if I win or lose, you jus know you’re getting fucked anyways.”

She’s still teasing you, applying pressure and then taking it away at every breath you take. Your hips are beginning to buck at the stimulation or lack of thereof.

“Please, baby.” You beg, throwing your head back. “Please just touch me.”

Nika clicks her tongue before slipping two fingers inside of you. “Keep looking at me or else I’ll get out of the shower.” She grunts.

You hurriedly shift your gaze to her, and the sight is mesmerizing, her tongue swirling around your nipple while her fingers pump in and out of you slowly. Her hair is wet and spread out down her back and over her breasts, her cheeks are pink from the hot water.

Your legs begin to shake when she quickens her pace, watching her digits disappear and reappear into your heat as she innocently smiles. The sound of your slick is just barely covered by the loud noise of the running water that drenches both of you. You reach a hand out to the glass that encloses the shower, leaving a handprint. Nika notices this and immediately has an idea.

In an instant you’re shoved against the glass, and you gasp at the sudden contact all while her fingers are still inside you. “Nika!” You exclaim. “Careful, the glass might-”

“Shut up,” she murmurs, head now resting on your shoulder. She’s pressed flush against you as she stretches you out. “You won’t break anything.”

You trust in her words and allow yourself to loosen up again. The sight from the other side must be immaculate, your breasts, face and hands pressed against the steam covered glass. If your roommate was to need to use the washroom for anything, she’d surely never be able to look you in the face again.

Nika rubs the condensation from a spot in the glass so you can see outside, directly into the mirror that faces you. The scene is so lewd you can feel your orgasm building.

“Look at you.” Nika coos. Her own eyes are also trained on the mirror, on your face screwed up in pleasure, on your pussy sucking her in. “How slutty is this?”

“Nika.” You cry, moaning a mess of words as your stomach gets tenser by the minute. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it.” She orders, and as if clockwork you climax all over her fingers. She presses a harsh kiss to your cheek and releases you from the pressure against the glass shower wall.

You hug her underneath the stream of the shower and she laughs. “Are you feeling better?” You mumble into her neck, and she nods. “Much better.”

“Good.” You smile. “Now clean me up and take me out of here.”

[footiecent]

good luck charm (explicit)

(nika mühl x reader)

Where you and your girlfriend’s love language is good luck head

Warnings: smut. yeah. editing was also kinda rushed so. welp.

A/N: if you saw me disappear off the face of the earth for months, no you didn’t. will be back to football soon (hopefully)!

word count: 3.1k ish

“Nika, fuck,” you pant. 

“Shhh…”

“I have to go, you know I have a test at nine-thirty,” you insist, but your wonderful, strong, and horny girlfriend seems much too occupied with pinning you down in bed and pressing her lips against your neck.

Nika Mühl is something of a headache. 

The athlete is a wonderful lover. 

She also loves to get on your every last nerve.

She’s an infuriating mix of snappy and adorable—cocky yet doting. She adores you with every inch of every bone in her body, and she’s also fully aware of just how irresistible she is to you. 

So while Nika spoils and praises you constantly, she’s also picked up the habit of inconveniencing you horribly just to make up for her actions with perfectly weighted kisses and strong arms that cuddle the forgiveness out of you. 

Case in point: Multivariable Calculus at the University of Washington is no joke, and Nika knows precisely how many hours you neglected her in order to study for this test. Yet, someone is holding you down and keeping you from getting to class right now. 

Your girlfriend knows damned well that you can’t resist the familiar, yet captivating, feeling of her open-mouthed kisses. Like clockwork, as she starts to press her lips harder against your skin, your head tips back and your hands start to grip the sheets. 

The athlete is just so wonderfully solid on top of you, and the perfectly stinging kisses on your neck have you writhing in pleasure underneath her. 

“That’s a whole thirty minutes away, baby,” she mumbles, letting her right hand fall from its position pinning you down to grasp at your waist. “It’s only a ten minute walk to your class.”

You let yourself indulge further, getting lost in her touch and the smell of her shampoo—encapsulating you in your own Nika-induced heaven. 

But when that hand begins to pull at the waistband of your shorts, you use the last bit of strength left in you to push her shoulder.

“Nika—baby,” you mumble as you hold onto her shirt. She relents, albeit with her jaw clenched at the interruption. “I can’t miss this. You know that,” you insist, eyes pleading for her to take mercy on you and let you get to class.

To your surprise, your girlfriend scoffs lightly. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as she sits up and rests her weight straddling your hips.

“Baby, I’m offended that you think I can’t finish you off well before class starts,” she taunts.

You roll your eyes at that comment.

“Bitch,” you mumble as you try to sit up, only for a hand at your chest to push you back down onto the bed. You watch as she grabs your phone from the nightstand and fiddles with some buttons, her famous smirk eventually appearing as she turns the screen to you:

4:58 remaining.

The moment you realize what your girlfriend just did, you feel one hand return to the waistband of your shorts and see the other toss your phone somewhere on the bed. You meet your girlfriend’s eyes—hers intensely searching yours for your consent.

God damn competitive athletes.

“Fuck. Okay. Fine. Hurry up,” you breathe out as you slide your shorts and underwear down and feel Nika’s weight shift to the edge of the bed. 

Your girlfriend wastes no time, mouth eagerly diving straight to your core. Your eyes almost immediately roll back as you feel her tongue press against your clit and her hands come to grip your thighs. 

Nika-induced heaven.

She knows you well—knows exactly how hard and exactly where to lap at to drive you insane. Her tongue switches between teasing your entrance and running over your clit, causing your eyes to roll back, your thighs to tense around her head, and expletives to escape your mouth. And when Nika’s right hand leaves your thigh and a finger slowly probes into you, the familiar stretch causes a high-pitched moan to bounce off the walls of your bedroom.

God bless basketball hands. 

She rapidly builds a rhythm, letting a second finger stretch you out further and repeatedly target at the spot inside you that drives you insane. Your girlfriend’s mouth has never relented, her tongue now fervently grinding against your clit, and you’re unable to control the noises leaving your mouth. 

You can hear the sounds of her fingers in your slickness cut through the silence of your apartment bedroom, and it triggers something in your brain. 

The tightening feeling in your body arrives embarrassingly quick, but, of course, how could you ever forget how immensely talented Nika Mühl is in all regards. 

“Nika, fuck,” you whimper as your thighs tighten and your hands tangle in her hair.

The sounds of your pleasure always do wonders for Nika’s ego, and the whine you let out as the tension in your body snaps has the athlete smirking and her obsession with you growing tenfold. 

The fingers inside you slow to an eventual stop while your thighs finally relax. Her mouth is still on you as she slowly pulls out, now gently cleaning up your arousal—hyper aware of your sensitivity.

You let yourself enjoy the feeling of her aftercare, still deep in the euphoria of your orgasm, when the blaring of an alarm quickly startles you into opening your eyes. 

“Told ya.”

You decidedly ignore the cocky smile you know your girlfriend is donning, instead choosing to push her head away from your body and pull your clothes back on as she amusedly—and borderline vulgarly—cleans her fingers off in front of you.

“Fuck off.”

As you finish fixing yourself up, Nika stands up and grabs your backpack and phone before you can, walking with you to the door in comfortable silence. After you slip on both your shoes, you reach out to grab your belongings only for the athlete to pull you in close first. 

“You got this baby. I know how hard you studied, be confident,” she reassures before pressing a few soft kisses on your lips—a wild contrast to how aggressive her mouth was on you beforehand. “Now get out,” she chuckles, almost pushing you out the door while you scramble to put on your backpack.

And, as she expected, an hour and a half later Nika’s phone pings.

“Aced it.”

“You’re welcome 😁”

-------------------------------------------------------

“Baby.”

You didn’t mean for this to happen. Really. 

You woke up still slightly annoyed from a petty argument started the night before, which Nika had yet to apologize for. 

And now, suddenly, she's knelt down in front of you while you're perched on the countertop, running your hands over the solid muscle of her shoulders and moaning as she languidly mouths at your core.

Nika’s simply irresistible—she knows exactly how to charm her way back into your good graces (and your pants). 

Truly, the morning started off relatively normal. 

You woke to the feeling of a heavy arm on your stomach, a torso halfway on top of your own, and a head tucked adorably into the crook of your neck. Soft breaths hit your skin, and you can’t help but run your fingers through your girlfriend’s soft, jet black hair while she’s relaxed—and not getting irrationally jealous over some five-foot seven teenager who hit on you at the bar the night before.

You think back to the moment and roll your eyes slightly. You know your girlfriend loves you deeply, but every so often, she’ll overreact—swearing one too many times or conjuring up some extreme scenario where you suddenly leave her for a tiny-dick loser—in a way that pisses you off rather than makes you swoon over her commitment.

You’d gone to sleep without Nika and woke up to her on top of you, meaning she was probably hoping you’d be less ticked off after a good night’s cuddle. And while you’d normally let her win your forgiveness with some morning kisses, you decide to get up earlier today and go for a run—you need to give a presentation at your internship in a few hours, and getting all the tension out from the previous night would probably be for the best.

You get ready quietly while Nika dozes peacefully, pulling on some shorts and a sports bra before brushing your teeth and tying your hair. You press a kiss to your girlfriend’s forehead before leaving, thinking she’ll be gone for practice by the time you get back. 

When you return to your apartment, however, the first thing you see is Nika sitting at the counter, phone in hand. She’s dressed in sweats with her training bag on the floor next to her, and when she sets her phone down on the counter, you see she was working on a long text—most definitely an apology to you.

“Hey, what’re you still doing here?” you ask as you close the door and walk to the opposite side of the counter to face your girlfriend. She wears a small grimace as she watches you move.

“I—fuck. I thought you had left because you were still mad,” she explains, and you can see—practically feel—her regret for how she acted the night before. “I’m sorry. It was stupid getting jealous over that motherfucker.”

Her apology and regret has your anger dissipating almost instantly—really, it was just a small little squabble and her sincerity, in addition to the morning run, has your head cleared.

“You’re fine, baby,” you say, making your way over to her side of the counter. The athlete stares at you, clearly still apprehensive of her forgiveness, and you roll your eyes before guiding her face down to press a kiss onto her lips. 

“I promise,” you reassure with a small smile. She’s looking at you like you’re the sole source light of the world and God she’s so fucking adorable.

You can’t help it. You want her.

“You know what you could do to make it even better, though?” you softly ask as you run your thumb along the blush on her cheekbone.

“Hm?” 

“I have a presentation today. Could use some luck.”

And almost immediately, you see her lips turn up into a smirk and her demeanor change completely. God she’s hot.

Then her lips are attacking yours and you can’t help but lose yourself to the feeling of her tongue pushing against yours. You barely even feel her tugging at your shorts and underwear until they’re pooled at your feet and Nika’s nails are digging into your ass.

When you finally break apart to catch your breath, you’re unexpectedly lifted onto the countertop and that show of strength?

Yeah, you’re a goner. 

Wetness pools between your legs and your girl wastes no time—a finger is sunk into you at the same time Nika sucks a mark into the column of your neck and you can do nothing but dig your nails into a strong back and hold on as pleasure thrums through your body. 

“God, Nika, you’re so good.”

You feel a sharp inhale against your neck.

And then you see the athlete fall to her knees and insert a second finger into you at the same time her tongue flattens against your clit. 

You feel how your arousal coats Nika’s hand, and she momentarily removes her fingers from you to fully lap at your cunt. 

“I could do this forever, baby.”

You dig your nails into her shoulders, and the way you clench around her tongue when you feel it breach your entrance has her moaning in approval. 

She’s going to be insufferable after this.

She moves her mouth to suck at your clit before inserting her fingers back into you, now pistoning in and out with fervor, hitting all the right places.

It’s hot, heady, and perfectly passionate. You’re whining and your head tilts back as the tension in your body builds and builds until a final moan accompanies the snap.

As you finish, core muscles tense and thighs shaking, Nika stands up while wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and licking her fingers clean. She’s still looking at you with that soft, submissive and adoring look, and you can’t help but lean down and kiss her.

Your girlfriend is perfect.

And there’s no way you won’t crush that presentation later. 

You chase Nika’s lips when she pulls away, but she looks at her phone and lets out a small groan. She tucks it away and immediately buries her head in your chest, while you wrap your arms around her neck, amused.

“Really gotta go to practice,” she muffles into your shoulder as you press a few soft kisses on the top of her head. You let her indulge in the warmth of your embrace for a few moments longer before gently untangling your arms. 

“You’re gonna kill it, I’ll see you soon, okay?” you say as you tuck your girlfriend’s hair behind her ears. 

You kiss her once more before leaning in close to her ear. 

“I’ll be waiting to repay the favor,” you whisper, before shoving her away playfully with a smile. You see her jaw clench, but she grabs her bag from the floor and drags herself to the door, an “I love you!” and “Good luck at the meeting!” being her final words before she makes her exit.

-------------------------------------------------------

You love gameday. 

Getting to see your girlfriend play basketball in an electric arena of screaming fans never gets old. 

The way the lights shine down on Nika’s body—whether she’s sitting on the bench with her teammates or running up and down the court—has your eyes glued on her at every moment. The buzz of the crowd always keeps you lost in the moment—no other thoughts ever occupy your brain but those of basketball tactics and your pretty girl.

However, your absolute favorite part has to be Nika’s pregame tradition exclusive to you only. 

Your girlfriend has a tendency to style some immaculate outfits. She looks exquisite in every single one, and today is no different. 

In fact, today’s is particularly… salivating. 

Nika’s arms and abs are on full display as she pairs a bralette with a cropped, unbuttoned black shirt and pants. You watch from the edge of your bed as your girlfriend takes pregame outfit pictures in the full-length mirror a few feet away, changing poses every few minutes. 

When she’s finally satisfied with her pictures and tucks her phone into her pocket, she turns to you with a smirk.

“Thoughts?” 

She knows you’ve been staring at her—and her abs—through the mirror for the last ten minutes, and she can practically see the R-rated thought bubbles forming above your head. 

Instead of answering, you stand up and walk over to her—only to grab at the hem of her shirt and pull her back with you until you both are standing in front of the bed. She looks down at you amusedly as you busy yourself with gently running your fingers down along her torso, eventually resting them at the waistband of her pants.

“Fucking delicious,” you finally respond, donning a smirk of your own as you push her to sit down at the edge of the bed, facing the mirror.

You kneel down in front of Nika, looking up through your eyelashes in a way that would drive any sane person feral. 

“Christ, baby,” she breathes out as she looks down at you, then looks at the mirror and sees you unbuckling her pants, ready to sin.

Your girlfriend grips the edge of the mattress.

You giggle as Nika opts to close her eyes when you begin to kiss down her abs, feeling how the muscles tense up and become even more defined. She lifts her hips as you pull down at her pants and underwear, throwing them up onto the bed so that they don’t get wrinkled.

Immediately after, you busy yourself with leaving stinging kisses at the top of her inner thighs and enjoying the feeling of one of Nika’s hands running through your hair. The warmth of her legs envelops you into perhaps the most comforting, and most breathtaking, paradise on Earth. 

You’re too preoccupied to notice when that hand stops—and to notice Nika grab her phone from the pants pocket and lean back, body resting on one elbow now. 

You do, however, notice the sudden sound of a camera shutter. 

The noise has you stopping dead in your tracks, confused. You look up to see Nika holding up her phone, taking a picture in the mirror with a smug expression. 

Fuck, that’s hot.

But two can play at that game.

You let your tongue press against your girlfriend’s clit, and you’re entranced by the sight of pure pleasure washing over her face. She lets out a breathy moan as her head tilts back slightly and you can’t wait to see that picture.

“Keep going,” she breathes out, thighs tightening around your head.

All the voices in your mind telling you to tease her further dissipate—the knowledge of her desperation has your self control disappearing and your need to feel her clench around you growing. 

You move on to pushing your tongue in and out of her, gradually increasing pace until you hear more moans than camera shutters.

You bring your fingers to rub over her clit as you maintain your movements with your tongue, causing her thighs to squeeze around your head—and you think that if your last moment was spent in between the strong quads of a professional basketball player, you would die the happiest being ever.

There are maybe three or four more clicks of the camera intertwined with whimpers and groans—and you cannot wait to see the different expressions she captures—before Nika’s thighs tense again and you hear the thud of the phone hitting the bed.

“Shit, oh my God.”

And suddenly there’s more arousal, more of Nika to consume. She’s now fully laid down on the bed, catching her breath. Her slick covers your chin but you don’t mind—you can only think about how addicting her taste is as you continue to lap at her cunt. 

“Fuck, baby, no more,” you hear as your girlfriend gently guides your head away, still catching her breath. You feel a sense of pride wash over yourself as you see how blissed out her face is, and how you're the only one that gets to see this.

This is your pregame tradition, and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

You obey her request, standing up and pulling Nika up with you before handing her her disregarded clothing on the bed.

While she busies herself getting ready again, you snatch up the phone from the bed, unlocking it and opening the Photos app. You flick through the stills she managed to take—some blurry, but all of them fucking incredible. You send every one to yourself before leaning up to kiss Nika hard.

“Pictures turn out nice, babe?” she teases, wearing quite a self-satisfied look as she pulls back from your lips.

“Best pregame photos I have ever seen, my love.”

"Yeah? I'll make sure to look over them before the game starts," she murmurs before pecking your lips one more time.

“Yeah, maybe it'll give you some extra good luck.”

[baigepueckers]

Nika Mühl X Reader

The Road to Recovery

The glow of your phone screen flickered to life, casting a soft light across your apartment as you worked late into the evening. It was just a routine for you to scroll through notifications, expecting nothing out of the ordinary. But then, the headline hit you like a punch to the chest.

“Nika Mühl Suffers Knee Injury During Game in Turkey: Suspected ACL Tear.”

Your heart sank.

Everything else faded as you clicked on the news story. The knot in your stomach tightened as you read through the details. Nika, your Nika, had gone down during the second half of a game while making a fast break. She was clutching her knee, writhing on the court in visible pain. The arena was silent and you could hear her gut wrenching screams. The rest was a blur, but you caught the words “immediate medical attention” and “serious injury.” Your heart began to race, a cold sweat forming on your brow.

Without thinking, your fingers moved faster than your brain, dialing her number. It rang once, twice… then straight to voicemail. Panic crept up your spine, your mind racing with images of her on the court, in pain, alone in a country far from you, from home.

“Nika… please, pick up…” you muttered under your breath, pacing around the small living room. You dial again. Still nothing.

A thousand thoughts ran through your head, each one worse than the last. She had worked so hard to get here, to earn her spot on the Turkish team during the off-season, wanting more practice and a chance to start. And now, just like that, everything she’d fought for was slipping away. Your chest tightened as you hit redial again, the ringing taunting you as it went unanswered once more.

You tried to steady yourself, focusing on your breathing, but the panic was overwhelming. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the call connected, and for a moment, there was only silence.

“Nika?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

All you could hear were her soft, broken sobs on the other end of the line. The sound of it shattered something inside of you.

“Baby… talk to me,” you pleaded gently, trying to keep your voice steady even though your heart was racing.

Her breathing was shaky, and she couldn’t seem to get the words out. Finally, she choked out, “It’s over… it’s all over. My knee… I….I can’t believe this is happening…”

Her voice was fragile, barely recognizable through her tears. The weight of it hit you like a wave, and you struggled to hold yourself together, not wanting to break down too. She was devastated, and it was killing you to hear her like this. To hear how shattered she was, especially after everything she had been working for.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” you whispered, tears stinging your eyes. “I should be there. I wish I could be there right now.”

She cried harder, her sobs raw and unrestrained. “This was supposed to be my chance,” she said, voice cracking with the pain of it all. “I was finally getting to start… and now, it’s all gone. What if I never…..” She trails off, not finishing the sentence.

You clenched your jaw, feeling helpless, thousands of miles away. You hated that you couldn’t reach through the phone and hold her. She was breaking, and you couldn’t fix it from here. The idea of her being in pain, alone in a foreign country, only made the ache in your chest worse.

“I’m coming, okay?” you said, the words coming out firmer than you expected. “I’m going to be there. I’m going to get the next flight out. You’re not going through this alone. I’ll be there soon.”

“N-no… you don’t have to,” she mumbled through her tears, but you could hear how desperately she needed you. How lost she felt.

“I need to,” you insisted, your voice shaking. “I love you, Nika. I’m coming baby.”

You booked the flight as quickly as you could, barely able to think straight as you threw clothes into a bag. The flight to Istanbul felt like it took an eternity, every hour dragging on with the weight of what you’d heard over the phone. You couldn’t stop replaying her words, her sobs, the sound of her falling apart on the other end of the line. All you wanted was to get to her, to hold her, to somehow make this better.

When you finally arrived at the hospital, exhaustion weighed down on you, but your worry for Nika fueled you to keep going. As you rushed through the hallways, your heart pounded in your chest. The weight of the hospital door felt heavier than you ever imagined as you pushed it open, stepping into Nika’s room. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, but you barely noticed. Your eyes went straight to her, your heart breaking all over again at the sight.

Nika was sitting up in bed, her leg elevated, wrapped tightly in a bulky brace. Her face was pale, her usually bright, confident eyes now red and puffy from crying. The sight of her like this, so fragile, so unlike the strong, fierce woman you’d always known, nearly brought you to tears. The Nika you knew was always in motion, always pushing, fighting through anything in her way. She looked like the weight of the world had finally crushed her spirit.

She hadn’t seen you yet, her gaze distant, lost somewhere between sadness and disbelief. When she finally looked up, her lips trembled, and fresh tears welled up in her eyes.

In an instant, you were at her side, crossing the room as if time didn’t exist, your arms wrapping around her with a softness that mirrored the fragility of the moment. She collapsed into your embrace, her sobs breaking the silence, her face buried into your chest as she clung to you, shaking.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t here sooner,” you whispered, your voice cracking, the overwhelming guilt and helplessness crashing over you. “I’m so, so sorry.” You pressed a kiss to the top of her head, tears stinging your own eyes. “But I’m here now.”

For a long time, she just cried, her body trembling against yours as she let everything out. You held her as tightly as you could, your own heart breaking into a thousand pieces as you listened to her pain. Nika was never one to cry easily she was tough, resilient. But in this moment, all of her walls had crumbled.

“They said it’s my ACL,” she whispered hoarsely after a while, her voice barely audible. “I tore it, surgery’s tomorrow.”

The words cut through you, and you swallowed hard, trying to keep your own emotions in check. ACL injuries were serious. They took months to heal, sometimes even longer to fully recover from, if you could recover fully at all. For an athlete like Nika, whose entire career depended on her body’s ability to move with speed and agility, this wasn’t just a setback. It was a nightmare.

You pulled back slightly, cupping her face with both hands, wiping away her tears with your thumbs as you looked into her eyes. “I know it feels like everything’s falling apart right now,” you said, your voice thick with emotion. “But we’re going to get through this, together. I promise.”

Her lips trembled as fresh tears formed in her eyes. “But what if I can’t come back from this?” she whispered, her voice breaking. “What if I’m never the same? I was just starting… I was finally getting to prove myself, and now…” Her voice trailed off into a sob, unable to continue, her shoulders shaking.

You rested your forehead against hers, closing your eyes, your heart aching at the rawness in her voice. “You will come back from this baby,” you whispered, your voice filled with every ounce of pure belief you had in her. “I know it seems impossible right now, but you are the strongest person I know, Nika. Stronger than anyone. This won’t break you. I know it won’t. And I’ll be with you every step of the way, no matter how long it takes.”

She sniffled, her breath shaky, but there was a slight flicker of hope, in her eyes. “You really believe that?” she asked, her voice soft, almost childlike.

You kissed her forehead gently, brushing away a tear that had slipped down her cheek. “I don’t just believe it,” you whispered, your voice steady and full of sincerity. “I know it. You’ve never let anything stop you before, and this won’t either. I know you like the back of my hand, sweet girl. You’re not alone in this. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

The next morning, you stayed by her side as the nurses prepared her for surgery. You could see the fear in her eyes, the way her hands trembled as she fidgeted with the edge of her hospital gown. Your heart ached watching her try to be brave when you knew how terrified she really was. You reached out, taking her hand in yours, squeezing it gently.

“It’s going to be okay,” you murmured, leaning in close so only she could hear. “You’re my strong girl. You’ve got this.”

She gave you a weak smile, though you could see the fear still there behind her eyes. “I’m just scared,” she whispered, her voice wavering.

“I know,” you said softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “But it’s okay to be scared. You don’t have to be brave all the time baby. I’m scared too. But I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. When you wake up, I’ll be right here. I promise.”

Just before they wheeled her away, Nika squeezed your hand tightly, her eyes locking with yours. “I love you,” she whispered, and kissed your hand. Her voice stiff with emotion.

“I love you more than anything,” you said, your voice thick as you kissed her long and hard. “So much. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

The hours dragged on as you waited in the sterile hospital waiting room, pacing back and forth, your mind racing with all the possibilities, all the unknowns. What if something went wrong in surgery? What if the recovery was harder than anyone expected? What if she couldn’t come back the way she wanted to? Every fear, every doubt weighed heavily on your mind. You kept telling yourself that Nika was strong. She always had been. She would fight through this she had to. And you would be there, every step of the way.

When the surgeon finally came out, your breath caught in your throat as you braced yourself for the news.

“The surgery went well,” he said with a reassuring smile. “Her ACL was fully repaired. It’s going to be a long recovery, but with physical therapy and the right support, she has a very good chance of making a full recovery.”

Relief washed over you so intensely that you had to sit down, the weight of the last few days finally catching up to you. You felt like you could breathe for the first time in what felt like forever.

When they finally let you see her, she was groggy from the anesthesia, her eyelids heavy as she blinked slowly, trying to focus on you. Her leg was wrapped tightly, elevated on pillows. She looked exhausted, but she managed a small, sleepy smile when she saw you.

“Hey,” you whispered, sitting beside her and taking her hand in yours. “You did it.”

She blinked up at you, her eyes heavy, but she smiled weakly. “You’re still here,” she mumbled, her voice soft, slurred from the meds.

“I told you I would be,” you said, squeezing her hand gently. “I’m not going anywhere. We’re in this together.”

Her eyes welled up with tears again, but this time, they were softer, less filled with fear and more with gratitude. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“You’ll never have to find out,” you promised, brushing your thumb across the back of her hand. “I’m going to help you through this. Every step. Every bad day, every victory. I’ll be right here, cheering you on, holding you when you need it. You’re going to come back stronger than ever, and I’ll be with you the whole time.”

Her eyes fluttered closed again, her grip on your hand tightening slightly as she drifted off into sleep. And as you sat there, watching her rest, you knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult. There would be days when she felt like giving up, days when the pain and frustration would seem unbearable. But you would be there for all of it. You’d be her strength when she felt weak, her hope when she felt lost. And no matter how hard the recovery was, you knew that together, you could get through anything.

In the months that followed, the recovery process was as grueling as you had expected. Physical therapy was long and painful, and there were days when Nika broke down in frustration, angry at her body for betraying her. She’s always been hard on herself. But you were there for all of it. You were by her side at every appointment, helping her through every exercise, every setback, every step forward.

“You’re doing amazing,” you’d tell her, even when she doubted herself, even when the progress felt too slow.

“I don’t feel amazing,” she would huff out “But I wouldn’t be able to do this without you,” she’d say on the hardest days, her voice filled with both exhaustion and gratitude.

But you never let her give up. And slowly, bit by bit, you started to see that fire in her eyes again, the determination returning, the strength you always knew she had. She was getting better. She was coming back.

[ilovebuckers5]

*•♡never be like you ♡¸.•*'

nika muhl x cheerleader!reader

"I wanna hold the hand inside you. I wanna take the breath that's true"

word count - 3.4k

themes :

-fluff

-comfort

-toxic rls

warnings :

-arguing

-mentions to abuse

-explicit language

-iowa winning

A/N - did I get you guys. y'all really thought I would wait any longer to post this....

"can we please not do this ash."

i practically pleaded for my boyfriend to not argue with me before a big performance.

it was the day I had been waiting for since I was ever even notified that there would be a uconn game against iowa. I couldn't be dealing with relationship issues right before.

i attempted slipping on my skirt in the bathroom while my boyfriends voice was ringing in my ear no matter how much I tried to ignore it. I hate arguments. especially when they are stupid and have no point in even happening.

"no we are doing this now I don't care! you need to tell me the truth before you leave." Asher growled from outside the bathroom door. part of me wanted to swing the door open and break his nose but I knew that I didn't have time for that. so I gently but swiftly opened the door and forced my eyes into his with probably the most 'i'm not fucking around right now' look I'd ever given him. which is shocking with all of the arguments we've gotten into.

"Asher just fucking stop! I wasn't anywhere, I was literally sitting on the bench waiting for katie to pick me up! why is that so hard for you to comprehend." I pull my face away from his and before I could close the door and continue getting ready I whisper under my breath "its like you want me to cheat on you." the door was about to latch onto the door frame when his pale and veiny hand gripped onto the wooden edge. "what the fuck did you just say?" shit.

he then swung the door open with a force I've never seen before and a wave of fear flushed through my head. there were already tears welling up in my eyes from the yelling and now this just made them fall down my face. inside I was screaming incoherently at his face, slamming the door on his fingers and bashing his head around the room.

this has happened too many times. where we argue and I end up bruised or crying and I have to walk to Natalie's place and cry even more but into her arms instead. there's been too many times where Asher gets away with shit that no other man could get away with. and too many fucking times have I stayed.

his hand was peeled away from the edge of the door and I swear there was hot lava falling out from his eyes instead of guilt tripping tears. "why do you do this to me y/n? it hurts." he dramatically let his hand fall into his palms as more tears fell from his clearly angered eyes. most times I would let myself feel guilty and sorry for him as if I was the one that did the hurting. but this time I was done. nothing was officially over but the moment definitely was. he's going to have to find a way to win my attention back this time.

i tightened my pony tail and grabbed my cheer bag before walking out of our apartment, slamming the door behind me. it was so early in the morning that the sun was only rising as I walked out the door. I'm almost positive that everyone else on the team was asleep so I had to walk to practice. I was only a couple steps into my long walk when a car pulled up in front of me. well not in front but beside me. I continued walking until a window was rolled down and I heard a familiar voice call out.

"yo are you good?"

i was not. I had tears streaming down my face and I probably looked like I was just thrown in a pit of piranhas, but I cant say that.

"huh?" I turn my head to the side to see a white BMW pulled over. the voice I had heard earlier had a very memorable accent in it. Nika Muhl. 5'10 point guard. pretty hair. pretty eyes. just pretty.

"are you okay?" another voice reached out from the drivers seat of the car. Paige Bueckers of course. I finally looked down from my own height and saw a the brunette looking up at me with kinda eyes. her head was slightly tilted to the side while she waited for me to answer her question. "oh. uh." I waited a moment.

just before this I was telling myself that I wasn't going to put up with asher's bullshit anymore. that included hiding what was going on. Asher put me through shit. I mean he curb stomped my head on a pile of shit and dragged my face through it with his bare hands and never felt any regret.

"n-no not really." yeah I did that. fuck you Asher. the feeling of just admitting that I wasn't made the rest of my tears started to drain back into my eye sockets. I could see it in Nika's eyes that she felt bad even if she was smiling and laughing. she popped open the car door and tapped her lap. "well c'mon." she swayed her head, gesturing for me to literally crawl over her lap and get into the backseat, as there isn't a back door. I didn't want to be rude so I sighed and crawling over Nika's lap and into the backseat. I was hovering over her long enough to smell the beachy sunscreen smelling perfume she had on. her hands grazed my thigh that was exposed after my skirt had started to hang down from my position. thank God the cheer uniforms had shorts under the skirts because when I was almost in the back seat next to Ice Brady and KK Arnold, my skirt lifted up right in Nika's face. I almost fell face first into the backseat before I felt Nika's hands grip onto my waist to support me until I was sitting down. I let out a sharp and quick sigh while fixing my hair and and un-ruffling my skirt, I looked into the driver seat to see Paige holding back tears of laughter. I could practically see how red Nika was from the back of the head rest she had her hair pressed against.

i didn't expect the car ride to be as comforting as it was. the entire drive was basically just the girls either singing or asking me questions about cheer. it was all fine before Nika decided to speak up about why I was sobbing on the sidewalk.

"so what was going on with you earlier? before we very obviously saved your ass." I couldn't help but laugh at her remark but quickly got more serious when Paige turned down the music so everyone could hear me. I felt like I was put on a stage with a microphone in a pretty pink dress waiting to win Miss America with everyone's eyes on me while they waited for me to answer.

"oh it was nothing just stuff about my boyfriend...." I tried to shake off the question even though a part of me wanted to scream how much I hated him. I trailed off and glanced to the side to find an unconvinced KK staring at me. KK is funny, I always see her jumping around after a win and shes always filled with energy.

I shrugged and threw my head back before actually giving in. "fine. he's like, really shitty honestly. I want to break up but I can't." the car was silent for a couple seconds while I patiently waited for someone to speak. "what way of shitty? like wants to break up constantly but wont or like- another way of shitty" Paige asked without making any eye contact.

another way for sure. every other way that you could think of Paige.

"guilt tripping manipulative way I guess?" I said, my voice slightly cracking. Nika clicked her tongue as she reached around her seat and looked back at you. "you know you don't have to stay. I know its hard to not stay but you aren't obligated to stay." thank you. that the only thing I was needing to hear in the past year I had been with Asher. I know I'm not obligated to stay with him but Jesus it feels like it. "thanks." the car ride was silent for a couple more minutes before Paige pulled into the driveway of my cheer practice building.

I was just about to get out of the car before realizing that ice was in front of the door I should've been getting out of. I had to crawl over Nika's lap again. I tossed my duffel bag into her lap and its like she could read my brain when she opened her door and gently set the bag out side. but this time she put down her car seat so that there was a (mainly) flat surface for me to crawl over. instead of crawling, I lifted my feet over Nika's body first and then slid myself over her. my ass gently bumps against her lap, almost sending a loud gasp from my lips. there her hands were again. I thought everything was going by quickly but she still had enough time to wrap her fingers around my waist and lifted me from the back seat out the door.

it was honestly hard for me to speak after having to be that close to a practical stranger in the span of 20 minutes but I tried my best.

"thank you guys for the ride. good luck on your game!" as I was waving goodbye while walking down the sidewalk towards the door of the building, Nika yelled out.

"y/n? I'll see you there right?"

oh my fuck she wants to see me at the game. she actually WANTS me to be there.

all I could manage to do without folding over and passing out of the concrete was throw a thumbs up from behind me and continue walking. the moment I stepped or slid out of that car, all the thoughts came back, rushing through my head. how the fuck was I supposed to focus on cheer when my relationship was on the brink of ending. I felt tears well up in my eyes just thinking about it. obviously I wanted things to end but its been a year and a couple months. I don't know how I was going to just break up and be fine. when I swung open the doors to my cheer studio I saw coach and couple other girls sitting down, tying their shoes and fixing each other's hair. coach waved at me once I got through the door. I made my way over to the other girls and gave them each a hug with a very fake warm smile plastered on my face.

"hiii, are you okay you look like you've been crying?" Taylor spoke in a soft, caring mom kind of tone. why is everybody so worried about if I was crying or not. its not that big of a deal just let me cry. I nodded aggressively "mhm. yeah I'm good." the two girls, Taylor and Caydence, looked at each other and they obviously could see through me. I held back even more tears when they shrugged their shoulder continued talking, I knew they didn't believe me but they didn't push an answer out of me like Nika and Paige.

a part of me has always been interested in basketball but the other part kept telling me that I was talented enough or masculine enough. Nika was always an inspiration to me even before I started cheering for UConn. sometimes after practice, as long as there is no performances and I'm not being held back by my coach, I like to go to the public gym and practice basketball by myself. every time I do, I always wish that there was someone there to practice with me. that is part of the reason I went on to cheer for UConn basketball.

i was still stretching when some more girls off the team walked through the door. makeup done, lashes curled ready to go. I still sat in the corner with a couple mascara streaks running down my face. sadly, there weren't any wipes anywhere in the studio so I had to sit with dried cracky mascara on my face instead of my lashes. I stood up after stretching and actually set my bag and water bottle down at some benches before going up to my best friend, Farah, and squeezing her tightly. she had just walked through the door holding a bag with her cheer supplies and another that had a bow tied around it. it wasn't too big but definitely noticeable. my eyes were immediately drawn to it but I waited for her to bring it up after we finished hugging.

"don't act like you aren't wondering what's in here." she shook the yellow back in front of me, letting me take it out of her hands. I scrimmaged through it and found a piece of paper in the bottom. it looked blank until I flipped it over.

mother fucking Farah.

"YOU GOT ME TICKETS TO OLIVIA RODRIGO? WHAT THE FUCK?" I squealed loud enough for the entire team and coach to hear. all eyes were on me but I didn't care. there was literally no reason for Farah to do this at all. shes just a really fucking nice person. she bent over, holding her stomach with laughter pouring out of her mouth. I felt all sorts of feelings rushing through me. confusion, happiness, more confusion, a little bit of sadness because there was only one ticket at the bottom of the bag.

that when everything died down. I realized that she only got one? no way.

"wait did you-" I began to question but Farah stopped me by shoving her finger over my lips.

"nope." she pulled out her hand from her bag and there were two other tickets. why two? why two. two. fuck.

"for Asher!" she held onto my wrists more excited than she was walking inside of the studio. that giddy smile on her face fell quickly. there is no way I'm bringing Asher with to a concert that he wouldn't even give a shit about. all he'd care about is getting in my pants afterwards because my feet will hurt too much to walk away and say no. I pulled myself towards Farah's ear and whispered softly "Asher cannot come with. I'm planning on breaking up with him."

Farah's eyes widened once I pulled my mouth away from her ear. all she did was nod and dropped my hands back to my side. we walked over to the bench and continued waiting for the rest of the team to show up.

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practice went smooth. now its about to start. UConn and Iowa. fuck I'm nervous. I've been a UConn fan for years and this game is one of the things I've always wanted to see in person. they start introducing players while the cheer squad was doing our main routine to the rhythm of a random Taylor swift song. I think it's I knew you were trouble. ironic. the one thing I was not allowed myself to think of was Asher. if I wanted to think about him I would just trick myself into thinking about Nika. wait that came out wrong. anyways. I was just let down on the floor after doing a thigh stand and the team continued dancing until it was finally tip off. I scurried off the court with the rest of my team and sat to the side while a couple girls above me kept moving around with pom poms. we got the ball first and stayed in the lead for a while.

as much as I was pretending to focus on the shots all the players were making, I couldn't peel my eyes away from Nika. she was on Caitlin Clark's ass. not even letting her shoot a three pointer. shes doing so good. she had her hands surrounding the ball, barely letting Clark shoot at all. I admire her for her defensive skills. I believe her aggression really helps with that. shes passionate. she obviously wants to win but on court it looks like shes playing with her life on the line. but she does it with ease. the one thing I kept forgetting was that this could be her last college game. ever. no one knows where shell go after UConn. lots of people are saying overseas and I think that would be the death of me. I watched every move she made. not in a stalker way but in an invested in her game way. the way her hair swayed back and forth while she shuffled around Caitlin. the way she already had a couple balls of sweat falling off of her forehead. I would be lying to myself if I didn't think she looked really hot right now.

and I'm up again. Caydence was holding onto my hips before she tossed me in the air, I landed on her and angels palms before flipping off and landing feet flat on the floor. still holding a pretty fake smile on my lips. once it was someone else's turn to do a crazy flip, I took the chance and looked back at the bench, watching as Nika took multiple sips out of a Gatorade water bottle. her hand rested on Paige shoulder while she shot something that probably motivational and worded beautiful to Paige's ear.

the game was going smooth until the 4th quarter. I could feel my blood boiling while watching the timer tick lower and lower without our score going higher. this cant be happening. 3.9 seconds on the clock. I could practically feel the vibrations of every UConn fan tapping their feet waiting for someone to shoot a three pointer and give us the win. but no. a foul was called on Aaliyah. I don't think it was a foul but what do I know.

as much as I was desperate for us to win, I knew we wouldn't be taking home the win this time. 4.6 seconds. now Paige. what is it with these bullshit calls.

i never liked Iowa. in my opinion, Clark is good at basketball but can be conceited and over hyped. of course I didn't want anyone to come at me with that when Iowa "wins the natty" so i'll have to keep that in my head for now.

i started calming down, trying to accept the fact that there wasn't a point going on but they from the far side of the court I saw Caitlin Clark. the basketball player dubbed as the goat and a women's basketball savior, bounce a basketball off of her so called friend? fuck that shit. I almost stood up and sprinted across the court. me and Paige may not be close but I cant take shit like that. Farah rested her hand on my thigh, telling me to not do anything. because its "out of my control"

it could be in mine. just saying.

and just like that, number 20 gets the ball, throws it in the air, and declares the win for Iowa. I could physically feel my face getting hotter with each tear I saw fall from Nika's eyes. Iowa doesn't deserve this. they have everything. and UConn gave up everything. I couldn't stop myself from crying too. I shoved my face in my hands trying to dry the tears that were slowly ruining my eye makeup/ I feel fucking terrible. how could UConn give so much for this and barely get anything back. just the noise of all the Iowa fans cheering and laughing and the sight of them smiling made me sick. I wont even hide it. I was jealous. jealous that they had such dick riding refs.

who said that.

i wanted, so badly, to stand up and wrap my arms around Nika and Paige and Aaliyah and all the others to just give them some sort of recognition but we had to go. coach led us through the tunnel and that was it. I sat on a bench in our locker room, debating what to do.

and I figured out what to do. right then and there.

even with my hands on my forehead, crying and stressing, the inside of me was happy because I knew that someone wouldn't be feeling so bad on April 22nd.

[snowywolf1005]

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[pbnbucks]

Can you do another Paige X Nika X Reader where the reader gets punished please

word count : 1.5k

warnings : cussing, smut, straight filth.

summary : fem flirts with aubrey as a joke.

you and aubrey where on the couch with your hand pinching aubreys cheek as you tell her how she looks like a cute little baby. what you didn’t know was nika and paige watched behind your kitchen island silently observing the interaction.

“yup, very cute isnt she y/n, sorry aubrey but y/n has a bunch of homework to do, isnt that right?” you quietly agree with paige knowing it had nothing to with that, as her unapologetic tone made it clear.

aubrey side eyed you as if she knew what was going on, knowing that as soon the door closed behind her, the twins would be all on you. which she was right because when she left they both looked at you as if you where to step on a puppy’s paw.

“so what the fuck was that all about huh?” nikas defensive town throwing you off as you saw no wrong in what you did. they both where on edge all days assuming it was just there breaking point.

you didn’t take them serious as you shrugged them off leaving them standing alone in the living room which pissed them of more because they stayed on your trail following right behind you into the bedroom.

“fucking answer me” she held you tight to her sizing you down as she had your back pressed against your stomach while her hands laid on your hips. her breath hitched feeling it run down your neck making your back arch at the feeling.

“nika it was nothing and you know that.” nika did know it, but she couldnt help it. paige too, they both would go to war for you and it helped you sleep at night knowing they’re here for the thick and thins.

“get on the bed and strip” nika wouldn’t let her dominant wall fall as she lightly pushed you down on the silk sheets as her large hand pressed down on your lower stomach. nika left to the closet and you knew exactly why.

paige looked at your body with no emotion as her soft fingers tugged at your clothing leaving you in nothing, smiling at the sight of your perky nipples and your semi wet clit as your cunt clenched around air needy for their touch.

“not yet baby, just wait.” paige coos before removing her clothes as well and pushing you to your knees. her wet core sitting in front of you looking up for her approval before gaining it.

with that your lips attached to her clit, swirling her sensitive bundle of nerves with your tongue as her seductive moans filled your thoughts turning you on by the second. nika returned with the pink strap in her right hand with a vibrator in her left hand.

she placed the vibrator next to paige on the bed as her dark pupils looked at you. your tried to ignore her focusing on pleasing paige as your hair was pulled into a make shift ponytail by nika pushing your face closer into paiges core.

“open wider, i can’t see how pretty she looks eating you out” nika practically was drooling at the sight of you both. you watched as nikas lips attached to paige as they both ran their hands roaming each others bodys. nika pulled away grasping for air as her glare returned to you.

“feels so fucking good” paige whined tugging at your hair as her world comes crashing down. her legs tensed around your head as her back arched shoving her sopping cunt closer to you as her juices smeared all over your chin.

“yeah? gonna cum? gonna give it to her paige?” nika adding fuel to paige reaching for her orgasm, with nikas help paiges liquids came down spilling out of her cunt as you licked every bit of her up swallowing what was left over.

“such good fucking girls.” nika coos pulling you to your feet pushing you harshly on your stomach right next to paiges fucked out body before she quickly put her strap on. she flipped you on to your back as paige rolled over to you pressing the pad of her finger harshly on your clit.

you grunt at the feeling which was soon cut off by nika thrusting into your tight cunt breaking through your tense walls that gripped on to the silicone. you reached for her arm to stable yourself only for them to be pinned above your head as her head dipped into the crook of your neck peppering kisses.

“such a fucking slut” she sounded a whisper that was stern before coming back from your neck to look you in your eyes. you tried to kiss her only for her to pull away denying it still obviously upset, which made you whine by her actions. you felt paiges hand run from your clit up to your perky tits teasing your nipples as she circled them with her tongue.

“nika please, kiss me. im so fucking sorry” your embarrassing whines a begs for the girl that is so clearly obsessed with you who’s now punishing your for the most unnecessary thing. paige who was quick to speak up for your grinning with a wide smile plastered across her gorgeous face.

“c’mon, she’s asking you to kiss her so nicely” paige teased earning a glare from nika before moving her head but your sensetive buds planting kisses in your upper breast before pressing your breast against her horny face.

“she doesn’t deserve it and she fucking knows it” nika growled as her free hand came to your lower stomach pressing down on the spot she saw bulging up with each thrust making your walls clench around her cock.

you tried to push her away with your feet only for her hands to be replaced with your thighs as she slapped your inner thigh unpleased with your actions as the pleasuring feeling become to much sending your mind blank with slutty thoughts.

“keep going, you don’t deserve a break" her tone seductive but loving echoed throughout practically the whole building. your crys as her hips met yours burning your sensitive skin with each thrust.

“would aubrey ever fuck you like this princess?” nika trying to push you over the edge to your breaking point, knowing you could do so much better for her, except you were brain rotted with her cock unable to do anything.

“not even fucking close nika” you felt your walls clench around her, while the burning not in your stomach formed pulling closer to your release, while it didn’t slip past nika noticing your actions right away.

“doing so good for me baby" you whined at her words while she continuously pulled you down her toy while your hands roamed over her toned abs leaving you start struck with her gorgeous body as she hovered over you fucking you relentlessly into the bed.

“need to cum so fucking bad nika” you knew with nika it wouldn’t be easy to convince her that easy to let you off without a punishment, you knew she would make you work for it. as with paige she was the obvious nicer one always letting you have your way as long as you gave her the pretty fuck me eyes.

“going to have to beg for it baby.” her words not suprising you but some what annoying you as you didnt want her to think she was in the right about the punishment. you decided to try and tick her off by not taking her serious.

“please nika i need it” paige laughed at your dry response bringing her finger to your clit rubbing slow sweet circles on your bundle of nerves that desperately needed a break from nikas assault on your cunt.

“unt unt, you can do better then that pretty” nika noticing the shift in your mood as you continued to try and edge her on. her rapid pace was a good fit in your cunt as she filled your needy pussy up.

“nika please im so fucking sorry, i need to cum all over you. please” with your attitude not falling as the words practically came out of your ass, because you would do anything you needed to for your pleasure and release.

“good girl, go on. cum on mommy’s cock” her words where music to your ears when you let your liquids spill out and coat the silicone as you chased your release slightly fucking yourself back on to her.

“you going to play in our faces again?” she grabbed your chin holding your face to her as her words sent a shock as she left you empty and in your high as you weren’t expecting her to cut it that short leaving you without cuddles but instead replacing it with a kiss.

“how could this pretty face ever do that?” paige squishing your cheeks together as if you where a toddler, then giving you sweet soft kisses as nika rolled her eyes at you to while you both continued to make fun of her.

[jareaul0ver]

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowgirl

Summary: A night out with the girls leads to an even better night at home with your girlfriend.

wc: 1.3k warnings: SMUTTY, touchy!nika, dom!nika, reader riding nika's abs, breast touching, slight fingering (?? i wouldnt even call it that, but i cant think of a better word), nika speaking in croatian because its hot as fuck pairings: nika muhl x fem!reader

UConn had just beaten Southern California, and they wanted to celebrate. They were moving onto the final four and they couldn't be more ecstatic. They wanted -- needed -- to celebrate.

Paige had told everyone about a bar that isn't too far from campus, and the team decided to go. You weren't on the team but as Nika's girlfriend you obviously were invited. All the girls loved you, and you loved them.

You sat on the couch of your dorm, waiting for Nika to finish getting ready. The theme of the bar that night was wild west. You were surprised when Nika said she had the perfect outfit, you never expected her to own anything country.

She finally left the bathroom and looked at you with a smile. "You ready?"

You looked up at her and raised your eyebrows. She looked good. She had a white cropped button up on, a pair of light wash jeans, a pair of cowboy boots, and a tan cowboy hat. A sliver of her stomach was showing, revealing her toned abs and belly button piercing.

You stood up and walked over to her, placing your hands on her waist. "God, you look.." You just laughed and shook your head. She blushed a little and took your face in her hands.

"You don't look that bad yourself." You were wearing an orange cropped tank top, a very short pair of jean shorts, and a pair of sneakers. You didn't own anything country.

She pulled your face close to hers and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. She pulled back and let go of you. "We don't want to be late."

A low groan was heard from behind her as she turned around to leave. She looked back and shot you a small glare. "Sorry." You mumbled before the two of you left.

The entire night, you couldn't keep your hands off each other. If Nika needed another drink, you went with her. If someone called you over to talk to you, she went with you. The sexual tension was thick, you were practically walking through a cloud of smoke when you were next to each other.

A guy dressed in full cowboy attire went onto the small stage and spoke into the microphone. "Alright, y'all, we're bringin' out the bull!" The entire bar cheered as another guy rolled out a mechanical bull.

Paige came in between you and Nika and put her arms around your guys' shoulders. "If one of you can stay on it for 45 seconds, I'll give ya twenty bucks."

Nika immediately shook her head no, but you shot Paige a daring glance. "Bet." You said, the alcohol you ingested had given you the confidence.

You waited in line for your turn on the bull. Once you finally got up there, you straddled the machine. It started slow at first, but quickly picked up speed.

At one point you glanced over at Nika, and the look she was giving you sent chills down your spine. You knew you were in for it later.

To everyone's surprise except nika's you lasted more than a minute on the thing. Once you finally fell off, Paige came over to you with a 20 dollar bill in her hand, reluctantly placing it in yours. You pocketed it and gave her a smirk.

You went to turn around, but felt a pair of hands on your waist. Nika leaned into your ear and whispered. "You're gonna pretend to be sick and dizzy after that, and we're going back to the dorm." The tone in her voice was easy to determine, and your body shuddered.

"Okay," you said breathlessly. You did as she said, both of you playing off your departure as your sickness.

The two of you walked into your dorm, and you shut the door behind you. Nika wasted no time in pressing her front against your ass, pinning your front against the door. You gasped and your eyes fluttered shut when you felt her placing hot kisses on your neck.

Her hands came around to your front, one slinking up the bottom of your shirt to massage one of your tits, the other moving to unbutton and unzip your shorts. "Nika." You breathed hastily.

"Hm?" She hummed against your neck, her breath making goosebumps rise.

"Where's-" She slipped her hand down past your underwear and ran a finger through your already soaked cunt. You groaned, leaning your forehead against the door. "Where's this coming from?" You made out between breaths.

"You looked so good riding that bull, baby. I can't help myself." She husked. She gathered up some of your slick and rubbed small circles against your sensitive clit.

A low whine escaped your lips at her touch. She pulled her hands away from you, but before you could protest, she was already carrying you over to your bed. She set you down and laid down on her back next to you.

She pulled you onto your lap and hooked her fingers in two of the belt loops on your shorts. "Off." She tapped your hip and you quickly obliged, slipping the shorts off and tossing them onto the floor.

She brought her hands up and lifted your top over your head, discarding it somewhere. This left you in only a pair of white, lacy panties.

Your chest heaved as you stared at her, watching her deep brown eyes flickering from every part of your body. She bit her lip and put her hands on your hips, pulling you up to rest on her stomach.

"So wet for me, I can feel it through your panties." She was right. You were soaked. It was almost funny how quickly she could turn you on. There wasn't much time to process her words, however, as she used the grip on your hips to start grinding you back and forth.

She took the hat off her head and placed it on top of yours, in true "save a horse, ride a cowboy" fashion.

"Fuck-" You groaned. You felt her toned abs underneath you. You started moving your hips on your own accord, creating a rhythm that felt perfect against your core.

You ground yourself against her, the same way you had to while riding the bull. "Been thinking about this since the second you got on that machine." She said lowly, keeping one hand on your waist, and bringing another up to knead the skin of your breast.

You threw your head back, and the hat slipped off. "Yeah?" You somehow managed through your pants. You rolled your hips further, and hit a spot just right. Her belly button ring had brushed against your clit. Her name spilled out of your lips in an ungodly sense.

Nika caught onto what you were doing, and dropped her hand back down to your waist, speeding up your motions. Your juices soaked your panties and covered her stomach. She didn't care how messy you were, she was loving this.

"That feel good?" She licked her lips as she watched you. You nodded your head frantically, but couldn't manage any words. "Speak, baby."

"Fuck.. yes, Nika-" she thrusted her body upwards, making your back arch. "Shit- I'm close, baby." You whimpered.

She helped you speed up your pace. She felt your movements become more sporadic as you neared your orgasm. Sweat coated your body and you felt the knot tighten in your stomach. Nika could tell you were about to cum. "Cum for me, ljubavi."

Her speaking in her native tongue was enough for you to finally break. A string of curses, followed by her name left your mouth. Nika slowed the movement of your hips, letting you ride out your high, but trying not to overstimulate you.

You climbed off her lap and laid down next to her. She quickly got undressed, went to the bathroom and cleaned herself off, and laid back down, turning on her side to face you. You were laying on your back, your chest heaving. She gently cleaned you, trying to be careful around your sensitive area.

"Holy shit." You breathed out.

"Holy shit." She chuckled, wrapping her arm over your stomach and pulling you into her. You turned onto your side, tucking your head against her neck.