“Right, Left, Right, Left!” Loud yells filled your head, your brother coaching the boys in the gym. Some your age, Some younger.
“Y/N!” He yelled, dropping his hands, the guy he had been practicing with Siting on the edge of the rink. “I Want you to go a few rounds with Liam, Just let him practice on you for a little bit.”
You shot him a glare, jumping through the ropes, pulling your gloves around your wrists, adjusting the red straps.
“You sure I wont hurt her?” He cocked, chuckling to your brother who knew all too well what you were capable of.
“I mean, look at her…So tiny.” He smirks.
Your glove caught him square in the jaw. Only hard enough to make him stumble back. “And feisty.” He mumbled under his breath, his words muttered by the mouth guard.
“Show him what you got.” on lookers said from the side of the rink.
A few blows latter blood was dripping down his nose and he hadn't even got a good hit in. almost to the point where you thought he wasn't trying.
“Think we should stop?” You giggled, lifting his chin with your glove.
“No.” He hissed, pushing it away.
“Don’t…Fucking…Touch me.” He breathed.
A confident laugh lost your lips, floating past his ears.
He went for a god smack right across your lips but was caught with your arm and a final blow to his jaw, bringing him to the ground.
“I’ll be in the Showers.” You called out to your brother, throwing your gloves to one of the gyms workers.
You and your brother had opened this gym because you were both boxers. It was your dads legacy and you wanted to continue it.
You striped down to nothing, nasty sweat dripping off your forehead as you slipped under what hot water.
A soft gasp overwhelmed you, covering your erect nipples.
A pair of firm hands met your waist, fingers trailing over your sensitive skin.
You turned around, fists first, only to be faced with your opponent. “no, don't hit me.” He smiled, pushing you against the wall softly, lips tracing the veins on your neck that showed when you felt in danger.
“You really hurt me out there.” He whispered, moving your fingers over the lumps you left on his beautiful face. “I-I’m sorry.” You lost all confidence with him, his hands working circles around your hips.
“L-Liam…I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He smiled weakly, softly brushing lips to lips, skin to skin. “I know how you can make it up to me.”
he tugged on his bottom lip lightly. Your hand traced over his perfect sculpture. “How long have you been a boxer?” You managed, striking conversation with the him.
“Sense I was 14.” He stared deep into you, not watching your hands as the glided to his shaft. Stroking him, collecting the pre-cum on your thumb, bringing it to your lips. “Fuck.” He whispered.
“Are you going to fuck me with that? Are you going to ram yourself into my pussy and show me your a real man?” You hissed the last part, squeezing his head a little, jerking him, making his knees buckle a tad.
“Say it Liam…Tell me what your going to do to me. Be a big man and stand up for your self.”
He whimpered to your touch. That wasn’t very manly. “I-I’m…I’m going to ram my cock in your sweet little pussy till you tap out. Till you can go any longer.” He growled, leaning in on your ear. “Till your out cold and cant go another round.”
The way he used your profession sent butterflies to your stomach, shaking in his strong arms, lifting from the floor and pressing to the cold tile.
Your head managed to throw itself back, Liam teasing your folds with his penis. Pushing in his head before pulling back.
“Please!” You cried, begging for mercy. “Say I’m better then you! Say im a better Boxer. I Let you win and you know it.” he muttered quietly.
It was true. He could bare to hit such a beautiful girl.
“Oh god! Its true! your a better boxer, now please! Stop teasing me!” He smirked, thrusting himself in, his pelvis bone hitting yours. Earning a soft moan from your lips.
He managed to lay you on the floor without you hitting your head on the tiled floor.
You were sure you would drown before he got you both there. Water dripping off his back, drenching you both. It was warm and soothing but you were both struggling to breath.
“Just turn the water off.” You giggled, watching him turn to the nobs and turn them off.
you mouthed a thank you, feeling him move inside you, accidentally brushing your g-spot in the process.
“Oh god, right there!” He laughed, propping himself up. “I didn’t even move baby, calm down.” He chuckled, giving a push, hitting that special spot again, and again, and again.
After a few minutes you were spent, you had never had such a work out in your life.
But Liam kept it going, not giving in to his week arms, shaking beside you, struggling to keep himself up right.
“I-I need a-a little p-push.” He groaned, shuddering.
You knew exactly what he meant, snaking you hand down his toned, soaked abs. Reaching his balls, squeezing them in your hands, His teeth chewing his lip.
“S-Shit Y/N! C’mon baby.”
You wanted to know how long he could hold off. How long he could go.
“How close are you?” You whispered, your warm breath tickling his neck, watching goose bumps rise on his tan skin.
“S-So close.”
You Could let go whenever you wanted to, But You wanted this round. You always won. Always.
After a few more minutes you was sure he would give in. Give up, and let loose. But he didn’t, and You were on the edge of exploding.
“I know you want to.” He hissed. He knew your weakness.
“Cum all over my big cock baby.” And you did…Sending him over board with you.
You both sat there for god knows how long but it was fucking freezing. “Come here.” He whispered, turning on the warm water again, holding you under it, knelt up against the wall.
"Victory for Liam Payne...and the crowd goes wild"
