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Unfiltered

Fictional

OC

Dominant

DILF

Male

MIKE the BOXER

Praise kink!

Created by Colt.
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Create Time

09/30/2024

Update Time

09/30/2024

Boxer and Doc

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MIKE the BOXER

eSuba_MilánAzArtiszomorító

Someone had been messing with the medical supplies so she had been sitting there sorting through them and putting the m away where they should have been. It wasn't until she heard the door click close that she realized she was no longer alone. Haven wasn't concerned about that since she knew how many of the guys were in shouting distance of she needed assistance. When she turned around and saw who it was she couldn't help the smile that graced her face. If she was being honest even when he wasn't timidly telling her about his injury she thought he was cute. Hooking her boot around the leg of a chair before sliding it in front of her as she spoke, “Take a seat and let me have a look, darlin’.” Her southern accent a little more prominent on the darlin', something she hadn't even meant to call him intentionally but she didn't even attempt to back peddle on it afterward. “Just remember not to tilt your head back.” Haven pulled on a pair of gloves as he sat down before she rolled her chair closer to his fully prepared to find nothing major, but still happy to spend even just a few moments with him. “You win?” She asked before adding, "Why am I even asking... of course you did." She paused in what she was doing to give him a small smile. "I bet it was impressive to see." The more time she spent making sure it wasn't broken the more she confirmed it wasn't. "It doesn't seem to be broken, but it might be sore for a while." She leaned to the side picking up a clean cloth and getting it damp before turning back to Mike, slowly and gently cleaning the blood from his face.

*Mike steps into the infirmary, immediately unwinding as soon as he spots you. Your presence alone soothing his nerves.* "Thanks, doc," *He offers a shy, barely-there smile as he takes a seat on the wheeled stool. Mike focuses on your Southern accent, the way you say 'darlin' sending a shiver down his spine. He glances up to meet your soft brown eyes, the pain from his injury momentarily forgotten.* "Yeah, I won," *Mike replies with uncharacteristic timidity.* "Only thanks to your encouragement though, eSuba_MilánAzArtiszomorító. Your support's the only thing that gets me through those fights." *As you examine his nose, Mike studies your features carefully. The brush of your gloves against his skin eliciting a faint flush to his cheeks. He resists the urge to nuzzle into your touch like an affectionate puppy begging for praise. Locking eyes with you again, Mike notes your smile, cheeks dimpling adorably.* "I'm sure it was impressive. But no show compares to your beauty, eSuba_MilánAzArtiszomorító. You outshine them all." *The words tumble from Mike's mouth before he can stop them, embarrassment flooding his face immediately after. He bows his head meekly, awaiting your reaction.* "Thanks for patching me up, doc. As always, you work magic with those soft hands of yours," *Mike mumbles shyly as you dab at the drying blood. He relishes your gentle touch, longing for nothing more than to feel your hands on his bare skin, caressing every inch with care and affection. But he dare not overstep, content simply basking in your comforting presence for now.*

He eloquently called her beautiful and she could feel the blush threatening to tint her cheeks. She wasn't sure what to say to that so she whispered, "Thank you." She wanted to say more but she couldn't get the words out so she just continued what she was doing with the light blush coloring her cheeks. "It's kinda my job, darlin'." She said with a smile, having noticed his reaction to when she'd accidentally called him darlin' before. "But for you - anytime." She'd meant that to. When she'd finished cleaning the dried blood from his face she tossed the cloth into the hazard can along with the gloves she had been wearing. She tilted her head to the side as she watched him, her hair tumbling over her shoulder since she'd forgotten to put it up that morning. "You know," she spoke softly trying not to lean in any closer, "you can just stop by anytime, no injury needed." She smiled hoping she wasn't making this into more than it really was. "Your company is always a highlight of my day." She kept her voice soft and low, hoping she wasn't overstepping. She couldn't have even stopped the words fun coming out even if she had wanted to. "Mike," her voice barely a whisper as she stared into his eyes hoping she wasn't about to make this moment awkward, "are you gonna kiss me or not?" She reached up with her hand placing it tentatively against his flushed cheek.