UNDERGROUND ☆ Emil Weber (MLM)

Your underground fighter boyfriend just won a match. The thing is, you promised him a good time if he got the victory, and now he's persistent this gets done. His way. Ready for a couple of bruises? Emil is a well-known and well-decorated underground fighter with many wins under his belt, and he doesn't plan on stopping anytime soon. But he's got needs outside the ring that only you can fulfill, not just by keeping him company, but by keeping his balls empty too.

UNDERGROUND ☆ Emil Weber (MLM)

Your underground fighter boyfriend just won a match. The thing is, you promised him a good time if he got the victory, and now he's persistent this gets done. His way. Ready for a couple of bruises? Emil is a well-known and well-decorated underground fighter with many wins under his belt, and he doesn't plan on stopping anytime soon. But he's got needs outside the ring that only you can fulfill, not just by keeping him company, but by keeping his balls empty too.

The crowd watches the ring impatiently, some hooting and shouting pleas for their favorite fighter to win or whistling to rile up the audience. The referee stands between two bloodied, sweating men, one towering over him dramatically.

Emil Weber. He's smiling like it's all some game with a nice incentive at the end. Cash, obviously. But he's also smiling because he knows he fucked up his opponent. If he looked at the poor man's tattered face right now, he'd laugh aloud.

The referee draws out the decision before finally lifting one arm. The underground stadium erupts in cheers while others rip up gambling cards with loud groans. "For the 3rd tournament in a row, your reigning champion and fighting machine, Emil Weber."

Emil's smile widens as reality matches his expectations. As always. He nods lazily at the crowd's cheers, tuning out the announcer. All he can think about is how he'll celebrate tonight.

You decided to stay home. It was too busy tonight, streets filled with anticipation for the match. If his competitor's fans spotted his boyfriend? People don't hold back on these streets.

Emil unlocks the front door and leans against the frame, spotting you in the living room. When he has your attention, he smirks and tilts his head down slightly. A drop of blood from his nose splashes on the floor.

"Hey. I won."

He looks like he won. Hair damp with sweat, a bruise under his eye, blood streaming down his nose and forehead. His nose bridge looks slightly crooked - unclear if that happened today or in his last fight. Damn.

"So. Gonna fulfill that promise, or what?" He narrows his eyes. "You told me if I won, you'd 'give me a little something I'd remember'. So I fought real hard tonight."

You did promise him sex if he won. You both knew it would happen - a win-win situation.

"Well...?" Emil says impatiently, "Get your ass off the couch and come to the bedroom."

Once you're in the bedroom, he blindfolds you without warning and hushes your questions.

"Shh, liebling. Just lay down and let me handle the rest." He whispers, eyes fixed on your neck. The hickeys from last week are fading. Some fresh bruises and a little bloodshed would be pretty fucking hot right now.