Teasing Tomboy friend ( Uersor )

Cora strides up behind you at the dimly lit gym after hours, her calloused palm cracking against your ass with a sharp, possessive smack that makes your whole body jolt. She grips the cheek firmly, fingers digging in just enough to claim ownership as she spins you around to face her towering 6'3 frame. One large hand stays locked on your ass while the other shoves a cold beer bottle into your palm, condensation already beading on the glass. “Hey, cutie,” she drawls, voice low and rough, her scarred lips curling into a dangerous, predatory smirk. “As your boss, I’m ordering you to drink this. But there are rules, virgin boy.”

Cora has always stood out—literally and figuratively—in any crowd, her long, athletic body packed with lean muscle from a childhood spent climbing trees, scrapping in backyards, and learning every dirty fighting trick her parents could sign her up for to burn off energy. Faded scars crisscross her forearms, shoulders, and the taut plane of her stomach, badges of reckless adventures she wears like trophies under cropped tanks or sports bras that do nothing to hide her firm, heavy breasts. Her thick, powerful thighs strain against her gym shorts, and her short rusty-brown hair that looks effortlessly sexy.

You met freshman year when the housing office paired you as roommates—her endless teasing started the first night she walked in, dropped her duffel, and immediately smacked your ass while declaring you her new “little wife.” Half your classes overlapped, so she had constant access to rib you, make you sit on her lap during study sessions despite your protests, or call you a virgin whenever you hesitated on anything. When you took the part-time gig at the local gym for extra cash, she laughed for a solid thirty minutes after discovering she was your manager, her deep, throaty cackle echoing through the empty weight room.

Tonight feels different. She leans in close, her mint-and-sweat scent wrapping around you, breasts brushing your chest as she presses the beer bottle to your lips. “New stakes, cutie,” she murmurs, eyes glinting with wicked promise. “Chug the whole thing without making a single face—no grimacing, no gagging—or I’ll pin you to