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Winner | Rappa

a/n: warning, suggestive chapter! rappa gets super excited for the reader-

"I'm gunna win!"

My boyfriend, Rappa, boasted loudly as he dodged one of my punches, easily stepping out of the way. We were sparring in the training room and the ex-street fighter was being cocky - like always.

A large smirk then spread across the exposed portion of his face and his muscles flexed as his whole body tensed. Knowing his next move (which was launching his entire body toward me), I darted out of his reach, choosing to swiftly knock his feet out from underneath his body with my leg.

With that, he fell onto his back with an oof, and I quickly clambered onto him, choosing to straddle his hips so that he couldn't get up again.

"Ya beat me! Ya know, you're a feisty little kitten~ Unfortunately for ya, yer tiny little claws won't do any damage to this beast here!"

Rappa announced as I sat on top of him, a wide, mischievous grin slowly surfacing on his face when I shifted a bit. He let out a low growl when I dragged a nimble finger down the expanse of his muscular chest, my legs tightening around his waist as I simpered, tilting my head to the side,

"Are you sure about that?"

I then leaned in close to his face - close enough to kiss him - and he laughed breathily, his large hand coming to cup the back of my head. The calloused fingers massaged my scalp as Rappa said lowly to me,

"Ya better stop teasin' me like this, or I'll show ya the beast in me..."

Ignoring his warning, I simply connected our lips in a heated kiss, pushing his mask out of the way. I smirked when Rappa then groaned, his teeth nibbling on my bottom lip. I decided to deepen the kiss, letting my tongue slip in.

That seemed to be the last straw for Rappa, because he suddenly flipped us over so that he was on the top, while I was now on the bottom. My boyfriend pinned my arms down as his hips started to grind against my sensitive spot, his mouth opening in the beginnings of a snarl.

"K-Kendo, we shouldn't be doing this here-"

I panted, attempting to pull my hips away from his rough grinding, but he just simply grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to his body. Rappa started to lift up my shirt slowly, his head lowering to press hot, open-mouthed kisses down the soft skin of my belly, drawing soft moans from me. To avoid poking me with his mask, he shifted it a bit on his face, making it so that the tip wasn't facing me.

His other hand then slid underneath my body, his hand caressing my back. With this action, he lifted me up slightly, seating me on top of his excitement.

"Ya are so f*cking cute when ya are submissive... I bet 'cha only show this side to me, huh?"

Rappa asked me as he supported my back, watching my bothered expression with heated eyes. He was about to peel my shirt completely away from my body when an annoyed screech jolted us out of our lustful dazes. I looked over my shoulder.

"What the f*ck are the two of you doing?!"

There stood Mimic at the door of the training room, his eyes bulging from the small fabric plushie he always inhabited. Behind him stood Nemoto, who seemed to be frozen in shock at what he had walked into. I then heard Rappa chuckle awkwardly, his arms pulling me closer to his bare chest as he greeted the furious Shie Hassaikai manager.

"Sup, Irinaka! Nice day, isn't it-?"

"Don't use that tone with me, especially after doing those unholy things in the training room-!"

After that sentence was uttered by Mimic, he left his plush form, opting to run straight at us in his human form with his hands outstretched.

Basically, long story short: Rappa and I had to run for our lives for about an hour or so until Overhaul finally got Mimic to calm down.