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paulie has a friend that's part of the mob, or that's at least what he tells her. hell, for all adrian knows, it could just be another flaunt of his, especially when paulie tells her one night that he's real interested in her. adrian brushes him off because realistically, nobody should be interested in her, especially no mobster.
he comes in one day at the shop and gloria whispers over her slim shoulder, through the brown hair that covered her ears, and she knows that this had to be paulie's friend, dressed head to toe in black, broad-shouldered and almost clumsy in how he hovered around the counter, looking right at her through a perpetually lidded gaze and a nasty, glistening shiner. gloria tells her between hushed whispers to go around the back, pick up some kibble for a large brute they had in a cage on the bottom of one of their shelves. through the thin walls she hears him speak for the first time, rambling excitedly about two turtles he'd recently brought - cuff and link. he doesn't go a few sentences without peppering a "you know what i'm sayin'?" at the end but oddly, it makes adrian's shoulders fall and her heart flutter.
she comes back and places down a small, plastic bowl they had set near the dog, pouring his first dish for the day until the dried pellets bounce onto the dusty floors. as she folds the open tab of the back, she hears the tap of his boots resounding behind her.
"he got a name?" he asks, kneeling down to adrian's position and gazing with affection at the dog as adrian brushes his coat. warmth radiates off him and adrian forces herself to not acknowledge him with a periphrial glance through her unflattering lenses. she shakes her head, but just barely. "oh, he's real cute, i coulda saw him a mile away from 'ere, you know what i'm sayin? hey, boy," he whistles, offering a gloved hand. the dog sniffs it with gentle curiousity, nuzzling into the worn leather before licking at his fingers. he laughs with glee, taking the mutt's head into his arms and scratching between his ears. "i think he likes me already, you know? could sense somethin' tight between us," he turns back to the dog after addressing adrian, making snapping motions with his teeth with the dog and growling playfully as he ruffled its ears.
"yo, you paulie's sister? uh...adrianna?"
adrian averts his gaze, her hands clasped together as she nods.
"adrian," she barely squeaks.
"what?"
adrian stands up against the wall. he manages to wrestle the dog back into its cage, standing up as well and wiping his hand off on his pants.
"y'know, i'm tryna box, did i ever tellya that? i got beat up real bad today, see this?" he points to his swollen eye. "can't hear too good outta one ear, y'know?"
"adrian," she finally gets out.
"adrian. adrian," he repeats, almost savoring her name in his mouth. "pretty name for a pretty girl."
"yo, rock! i found the food for cuff and link, it's your lucky day, last can on the shelf!" gloria speaks up from the counter, he looks over and sees her shake the tin, calling him over to the counter.
"aight, that's real good. listen, adrian," he redirects her attention back to her. "you seem real sad. tomorrow i'll visit ya and tell you a joke, ok? i'll think of somethin'" he pulls a black, rubber ball out of his leather jacket and tosses it between both hands. "say hi to paulie for me, alright?"
he leaves the store and only then does she wave him goodbye. she finds it hard to believe he works for the mob.
"rocko, he's a real bum. thinks he's gotta chance to make it as a boxer," paulie warns her when she comes back later, before taking another swig of his bottle and stomping upstairs. later that night, adrian dreams of the echoing slams of a punching bag.
rocky balboa, that was his name. adrian didn't think he had the heart to be pulling off shots or burying people 6 feet below, but she's been surprised before, and really, what else could he do with a physique like his? adrian's mother told her a similar thing before, she never had a body, so she had to develop her brain. brains didn't break thumbs for loan sharks.
he's true to his word and he comes back near the evening when gloria's out and they're ready to close shop. his skin is wet, tender, and red and adrian knows this because he leans over the counter and his white tanktop underneath his unzipped jacket is only slightly translucent and sticks to his heaving chest. adrian steps back just so he doesn't see the red brushed on her cheeks (and still, it was cold outside anyway).
"yo, adrian," he pants, "you miss me?"
adrian looks at him, keeping her eyes trained on his face as she replaces the newspaper for the cage of singing budgies near the register. her face kept a neutral pout, as did his. the bruise had gotten better and was less distracting this time, allowing adrian to fully admire his gentle, doe-ish eyes and shallow, yet jutting cheekbones.
"was a busy day, huh? i felt it too y'know, barely got time to see you. i forgot the joke but trust me it was real good. solid," he taps his fingers on the countertop, turning to the birds and whistling along to them. "you think i should get a bird, adrian?"
she ignores him, leaning into the cage and watching the birds flutter.
"nah, i think you'd be right. maybe they'd try to eat moby dick,"
adrian looks up, a curious glint in her eyes. she knows rocky notices it, his eyebrows stuck in a lifted position and his mouth interrupted from seeing her display genuine interest for the first time. "i gotta goldfish at home, moby dick. i got cuff and link to keep him company. they say goldfish don't live too long but he's been swimmin' for a month now. he's eatin' me outta house and home, you know what i'm sayin?"
adrian taps her fingers along with rocky's, looking down at her feet.
"did you need more food for moby dick?"
"i ain't caught that too good but yea, that'd be great."
turning around, adrian picks up the closest can on the shelf, placing it down as her hand worked the register. rocky dug his hand into his pocket, pulling out only his ball and some lint before finding a crumpled bill in the other and grabbing adrian's wrist. adrian froze, trembling as rocky shoved the bill into her hand and let her go.
"oh, man. with that shell shock you'd fit right alongside cuff and link," rocky laughs, adrian squeaks, catching up to herself and quickly handing rocky his change, which he absent-mindedly shoves into his coat. "yo, adrian, i'll see you tomorrow, alright?" he turns his heel and bumps into gloria as he passes through the door, who throws him a quick glare before rejoining adrian behind the counter.
"god, isn't he bothering you?"
"oh, no," adrian replies, warmth hidden in her voice. "i could get used to it."
adrian walks back home at night, retiring her coat and beanie to the coat hook near the door, paulie's coat and hat strewn on the floor around it. the living room is a familiar sight to her - paulie knocked out on their old couch, empty bottle in hand. she turns his television off and lays his coat on his rumbling body, before toeing off her shoes and walking to her room, closing the door.
she sits at the edge of her bed and turns on the old TV she placed on a coffee table in front of it (paulie had saved up for a while to get the one in the living room, it took all her might to ask him for the old one rather than watch him toss it), turning the dial until she'd found a boxing channel. her eyes are glued to the screen as she unbuttons her top, shrugging it off her frail body and peeling off her kneesocks.
the announcer is sharp and witty, yet enthusiastic as he comments over the battle - watching the nimble feet of one of them, dodging all of his opponent's strikes, before hitting back with his own, padded gloves - against the stomach, then his chest, and knocking the opponent back against the ropes with a quick punch under the jaw. the picture is fuzzy, but adrian could see blood stain the canvas underneath their shoes and her heart races.
injured, the one gets back up on his feet, swaying from the force of the hits, going back into the center and flailing wildly, before his opponent turns around and clocks him square in the face - a hit which ripples skin and downs his opponent immediately.
the referee kneels alongside the fallen one, counting down, before he yells, "you're out!" and the crowd cheers. after a few minutes, the fight cuts out and adrian shuts the TV off, slumping onto the mattress. that was what rocky wanted a chance at, huh?
adrian finds her mind wandering. she tried to think of what gloria would have her do tomorrow - restock some shelves, clean out some of the cages, refill the fish tanks, but her mind's glued on rocky balboa. she's never stepped foot in mick's gym (and probably never would), but her mind fills in the blanks as she imagines him, chipping away at a heavy bag with impulsive, yet well-planned shots, his fluffy black hair slightly matted with sweat and sticking to his forehead, panting with swollen lips. the chain rattles with every slam as his fists bring the bag back, before he'd go off into the locker room and pat himself down with a towel. did mick's have a shower room? did rocky feel the sting of cold water as the drops travelled down his broad shoulders to the V-line taper of his waist, tracing black curls to-
adrian gasps, her eyelids shot open, her heart rattling in her ribcage. she pulls herself up immediately, squeezing her bedsheets.
no, she couldn't do that.
she covers her trembling mouth, wet between her legs. she forces her hands onto her knees, forces them to stay there, grasping her knees, not allowing them to travel up further-
rocky lays her out on a wooden bench, the air of the locker room is sticky and muggy, tense with adrian's own anxiety and anticipation as rocky pries her legs with ease, hiking up her skirt and tugging down her wet panties till they hung off her ankle.
"rocky! we shouldn't..." adrian would moan, they both knew her words held no meaning, both of them throbbing with need and too hungry to wait any longer.
"i need you, adrian," rocky pants, climbing on top of her, taking her chin between his thick fingers and pressing his lips against her, grinding up against her core, his own, hot erection thick between his legs, tenting in his pants. "need to get a taste," he groans, lowering and kneeling between her legs, taking a hold of her hips and pulling her up, propping her legs on his wide shoulders and kissing her wet folds, his eyelids fluttered shut and his face inappropriately red and sweaty. the tip of his tongue slips out between his barely-parted lips and rubs against her, licking a stripe up to her swollen clit and curling his tongue over it, before he sucked her, adrian moaned, raking her fingers through his wet hair and pushing his head down. rocky moans wantonly against her pussy, the lewd, raspy sound coming from between his lips only causes a wave of heat to wash over her as he kisses her clit, licking down her folds again and turning his head to place a wet kiss against her inner thigh before lowering his head and pressing his tongue into her.
"oh, god...!" she sobbed out, blinking back tears, her toes curled as she felt the brush of his coarser skin against her, the sweat making him glide as he presses into her heat further, slurping against her before curling his tongue and squeezing her thighs, his nose buried in the slight brush of her pubic hair. adrian shudders, curling her back and stroking the top of rocky's head.
"oh...right there..."
she looks down between her lashes, seeing rocky's blown out pupils staring back at her from his lidded eyes, sparkly and on the brim of tears, his lips busy with her pussy and glistening with her juices. his rough hands let go of her hips, travelling up under her sweater and grabbing her slim waist, pushing her onto his mouth as he nipped and suckled her clit, sinking his tongue into her and rubbing circles, savoring her as her cunt grinds into his mouth.
"rocky!" she cries out, her body locked in place as she came all over his mouth, shuddering on his shoulders as she clenched and rocky assisted her completion, giving gentle licks to her clit and her folds until her body slumped on the bench. he pulls away and licks his wet lips, before pressing them together and swallowing with a bobble of his adam's apple.
adrian could barely swallow, her voice stuck in her throat, squeezing her thighs together. she shouldn't be thinking of such things, not at her age. rocky would think she was such a whore.
she buries herself under her blankets, ignoring the aching need between her legs until she could fall asleep.
"you're late!" gloria shouts from the back when adrian comes in the next day, readjusting her beanie as she immediately gets back to work, picking up a box and opening the contents with a box cutter nearby, extending herself on her toes to start restocking the shelves. gloria comes back in, more boxes in tow. adrian looks over her shoulder, squeaking a nervous "sorry!" as gloria slams the boxes on the counter, dusting off her hands.
rocky swings by later in the afternoon, by the time most people began to get out of work, and adrian forces herself to look down, pretend to keep busy by reading a product catalog. the underlying arousal and the guilt which followed it brewed up in her chest, just looking at him. he places his fingers on the edge of the counter, leaning over it as he drummed and exhaled through his lips, looking around the place, despite it not having changed much at all from yesterday.
"ayo adrian, the store change while i was gone?"
adrian shakes her head, squeezing her arms closer to her body as she grasped the magazine, trying to shrink herself.
"huh. it looks different. maybe that's just me. i swung by earlier this morning and you wasn't there. catch yourself a cold?"
"no," she mumbled.
"yea, bet you didn't. always in that thick coat of yours. you know where i can find the little turtle bowls? i think cuff and link could use a bigger tank, you know what i'm sayin?"
adrian looks up and over his shoulder, pointing across the store.
"oh," rocky says, turning around, almost dumbfounded with himself. "yo, thanks."
adrian keeps her head down, but watches through her glasses as rocky makes his way across the store, the tanks were kept in a slightly lower shelf, collecting dusk. rocky bends over, stuffing his hands in his pockets and tapping his foot as he whistled, looking for a good bowl. adrian sharply inhales under her breath, catching the look of his fine, tight ass pressed up against his pants in the position he was in, picking up a bowl and checking the price under it, before sliding it back and standing back up. adrian sharply turns her gaze away before he could catch her looking.
"y'know what, they could wait," rocky claps his hands together, rubbing them back and forth as he blew on them, approaching the counter. "you cold? real chilly today. when do you get off?"
"uhm...at eight," she replies.
"i could...y'know, walk you home," he points at the door with his thumb. "i don't think paulie would want his lil' sister walking home in this kinda weather, all alone. i'll be alone too. we can be alone together."
oh, to be with rocky balboa on this cold night.
gloria wraps an arm around adrian. "rock, i got her. i'll drive her home,"
"oh," rocky shrinks. "alright, was just curious. night, adrian," he says almost dejectedly, pulling his rubber ball out and walking out.
gloria drops her off in front of paulie's house, adrian finding the door unlocked and allowing herself into a vacant home, paulie nowhere in sight. he must have been out drinking again. adrian liked those nights where paulie would drink himself asleep or out into the later hours of the night or earlier hours of the morning rather than having to deal with whenever he got drunk, god forbid he went into her room. adrian looks at the kitchen, only lit by the orange glow of the stuttering street lamps outside, but gets no urge to fix up something for herself, a rock in her stomach and her heart telling her to go to bed. adrian looks back down the hallway, going into her bedroom and slamming the door.
adrian hurriedly throws off all her layers, settling on her bed. taking the strap of her bra between her fingers, she coyly slips it off her shoulder, turning her head as her mind began to drift towards rocky again, crossing her legs. she was so focused on those shoulders and strong, smooth arms she'd barely realised his lower half - those firm legs, strong thighs, leading up to a tight, shapely ass. with his soft face, adrian knew he had to have a softer muscle definition, not the typical, grainy and defined look of the other boxers adrian saw on TV.
adrian holds her own face in her hands, covering herself with her palms. he was a man...she shouldn't have been thinking about him like that, but it was so tantalizing...
"i dunno, adrian..." rocky mumbles, looking over his shoulder, his pants and boots kicked off to the side. he kept his upper layers on, but the smooth, pale skin of his round, toned ass was exposed, his thick, wet cock twitched deliciously against his inner thigh. adrian laid on her back, fully clothed this time.
"rocky, please?" she pleads, rocky looking back at her with those vulnerable, almost puppy-like eyes, fluttering his lashes at her as his lip twitched.
"what do you want me to do?"
adrian smiles shyly. "on my face, rock."
rocky backed up, murmuring to adrian, "...i'm gonna crush 'ya..."
"no, you won't, rocky," she reassures him gently, taking his narrow hips in her small hands, setting his ass onto her face as rocky's legs shuddered, squeezing his fists together as adrian exhales against his perineum, licking a broad, trembling stripe against him with her tongue, her hands travel down to his ass and spreads him apart with her thumbs, her tongue dragging up him till she reaches his rim, tight and clenched and never penetrated before. adrian spits against him, saliva dripping off his taint, and rocky groans.
"a-adrian..." he whines, rumbling from his chest. adrian smiles against him, kissing his rim before pressing her tongue against him, getting him loosened and relaxed with her warm mouth, trailing her top lip against him before she kissed his heavy, hanging balls, licking the underside of them as she sucked his scrotum. rocky clenches his teeth together, holding onto the crown of adrian's hair, keeping her head in place as he bucked his hips, riding against her. having his weight on her was so erotic, adrian felt wet just having him on top of her like this.
adrian pops his balls out of her mouth, her lips swollen and glossy before she trails back to his rim again, prying him apart further and getting a sight of his relaxed hole, tonguing that twitching ring again before finally slipping in him with some rough, spit-aided friction.
"oh!" rocky yelps, jumping up against her, adrian's hands grab his hips again, keeping him down as she aided him in riding her mouth, she curls against those tight inner walls, rubbing against him, drowning in the sweet, rough sounds he made. his dick dripped precum onto her chest and she knew he was getting close as he arched his back on her, sinking himself further.
adrian pulls out and breathes against him, the twitch that wracks rocky's entire body from the sensory overload is heavenly and adrian sinks her tongue right back into him, one hand leaves his hip and slides between his legs, wrapping around his cock and feeling him off, wrapping around his length. it takes only a few, firm tugs, in sync with adrian's mouthing moments, but rocky's shooting all over himself and adrian with a pleasured cry.
a croaking, yet aroused sob is what adrian has to bite back when she squeezes her temples, sitting on her bed cross-legged, panting as if she'd just won a boxing match. she's not just wet now, she's dripping.
she turns around and slides to the edge of her bed, rooting her feet into the ground, daring herself to get up and awkwardly slump to her bathroom to shower, shuffling her feet as if lifting them would cause her to tumble down. god, she could never look rocky in the eyes after thinking about him like that.
when rocky comes into the shop the next day, he's sweaty and when he approaches the counter, his musk is intoxicating. adrian gnaws at her nails when he turns around, distracting himself with the dog. it must have been that he came from the gym right to her. fuck, why did he have to torture her like that? that entire interaction goes by in a haze because adrian's only focus is her climbing heart rate.
whore. she'd call herself internally. that had to be what she was, thinking with what was between her legs and not her brain.
rocky invites her to one of his matches, promising that it'd be against a worthy rival, tempting her with paulie's attendance. adrian rejects it, of course. if she hadn't, she knew gloria would have swept in right in the nick of time and rejected him for her. despite her standoff-ish nature this time, he has a determined look in his eyes and is all too happy to peppily cheer her goodbye once he leaves and the shop closes for the weekend.
adrian cooks paulie something simple, opens him a couple of his beers. he complains about it, but he complains about everything. adrian simply nods to it, staring out the kitchen window. after a few minutes, he tosses his dishes into the sink and fetches his coat, mumbling a goodbye to adrian as he goes off and starts his car, driving to the match. as soon as adrian sees the car zoom by in the corner of her vision, she darts to her room and slams the door shut, nearly ripping everything off of her, including her bra and panties.
she tosses herself down and groans, just the feeling of the blankets against her skin was enough to send her in a frenzy, holding back her own moans with her hand as the opposite pinches her own nipple, squeezing her tender breast before sliding down her taut stomach and jutting hipbones, rubbing against her clit with her fingers.
she had no idea how she got him to do this, the big man he was, but did it matter? what mattered was that rocky balboa was standing in front of her, clad in a lacy ensemble more suitable for her own wear, his dick tented in delicate, red panties and his round nipples poked against his bra.
"adriann~" he moaned, her head in his hands as he held her face down, adrian lapping at the sweat dripping off of him, her hands scratched the firm, masculine muscles of his back, her fingers teased the hook of the bra, undoing it between her fingernails before allowing him to slip it off, taking a nipple between her teeth and sucking it, rocky grinding his dripping cock against her with a whimper, grabbing her thin wrist and pressing the imprint of his cock into her palm. "please-i need you."
"i need you too, rocky," adrian moans back, using her other hand to grab the back of his head, raking her fingers through his smooth hair and pulling him into a passionate kiss, his lips soft as she parted them with her tongue, exploring the intoxicating, hot taste of his mouth. her hand slips under the waistband of his panties, rubbing up against him, stroking the wet, beady head with her thumb, grabbing his shaft and squeezing his length in her hand, rocky pulled away, moaning against her lips.
adrian drags the panties down his hips and against the curve of his ass, his cock jumps to attention, trembling with exposure to the air, adrian lowered onto her knees, blowing against the sensitive shaft and grabbing the base with her hand, lifting her head and kissing the head, lapping a bead of precum onto the tip of her tongue before licking it under the shaft, taking him into her mouth, rubbing what she couldn't reach so far. rocky's strong hand messes up her brown hair.
"don't stop..." rocky exhales, adrian inhales through her nose, pushing her head down and taking the rest of him into her mouth, slicking his cock with her saliva as her lips wrapped around his girth, choking him down. he felt hot and sturdy in her throat, the taste clinging to the roof of her mouth, she rubs him against the soft tissue of her cheek, nodding her head as she pleasured rocky with an eager tongue.
"oh...oh, adrian. so good," rocky huffs,keeping her head in place with his fist as he thrusted into her mouth, his balls slapped against her chin, adrian taking a hold of them in her hand as she squeezed him, heavy and full.
"i'm...i'm gonna...!"
adrian closes her eyes, pushing back tears as she forces the rest of him down her throat, rocky shooting off onto the tight heat of her throat, adrian looks up at his pleasured face through her lashes, before popping him out of her mouth and kissing the thick tangle of hair at the base of his cock. when she stands up, rocky kisses her, his taste on her tongue.
adrian moaned out, sliding two fingers into herself as she kept her own legs open, fucking herself on her fingers as she massaged her breasts in her other hand, saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth as her thumb rubbed against her clit, curling her fingers and thrusting them against her hot core again and again and again.
"r-rocky...!" she moaned out. "rocky!"
adrian's fingers lock in place, feeling herself clench around them as her body violently shakes, her toes curled as her orgasm wracked her entire body, sweat and glorious relief washed over her in a cold wave, before she finally left herself relax and melt into her mattress, dragging her fingers out and panting.
whore, her mind insults her again, barely an echo now. whore, she thought. maybe it wasn't such a bad thing. she'd be rocky's whore.