RAAAAAAH (professional) VOLLEYBALL TEAM AU RAAAAAAAH
alex x farah mention, MDNI: semi-public sex, size diff? breeding
simon's your athletic trainer because:
1. your coach, price, told you so
2. he's the only one you refuse to get along with
something about him makes him unapproachable to you. ironic, because everyone else gets along with him just fine (maybe it's the fact he's the only one who wears a mask when PT doesn't require one...)
soap, the other trainer, says "he's n'thn' bu' a gen'lman". garrick, the assistant manager, just pats your back and offers a kind smile. laswell does the same! (gah, what unreliable friends you have)
it's not until farah, your teammate, really pushes you with alex's help. farah says her boyfriend's friend is a really good trainer, and all the stuff he learned was from him (and besides, alex and farah are together, so maybe he's got something)
every morning and evening, after main practice, you go to the PT room and have him prep you ice baths and what not. afterwards, he'll give you muscle shocks and massages, plus warm towels for those extremely sore days
after a few months, you honestly feel a lot better with him- way better than before. he talks to you, his soft, yet rough accent brightening your day when you get to talk to him about training and practices (or post-games)
one day, after a scrimmage, simon offers you a new post-training cooldown- "core stimuli"
you honestly should have said no, but the success he's had with your muscles over the last couple of months really helped- so why not?
now, after almost every major scrimmage, simon's laying back on one of the beds. they're naturally angled, so he's propped up, but you're the one putting in the work
with his legs laying flat, his large and calloused fingers on your hips, and his bulbous cock head beating your insides perfectly, simon makes you use your core to help you out on the court
"come on, lovie," he'll croon softly, rough voice slightly muffled by his mask. "'m not helpin' ya, y've got'a use ya core..." and you'll whine pathetically in response because "you can't do that with a huge, eight inch cock inside" or something like that
still, you press on, using your core, legs, and hips to support this treacherous task of taking all eight inches of him, and you get rewarded beautifully when simon spanks your thigh and taps your wrist. that's the go for when you can rely on your arms again. the cacophony of your bum slamming down on his pelvis, the erotic and disgusting sounds of your (obvious) lovemaking happening, it's all too much as you cum on his cock
you're not done though, as simon wraps his arms around you and keeps pistoning in and out of your gummy warmth, telling you to keep squeezing for a couple more seconds (your rep is almost done) so that he can cum too
when he does, you're breathing harder than any suicides, bear crawls, or other running exercise price has ever put you through. and yet, simon asks the same question you'll always say yes to
"same time nex' scrimmage, love?"