Sports Injury [M20-30s F20-30s][Professional Athlete][WAG][gentle fdom]

It was a cloudy January afternoon, and the view from the living room windows in our high rise apartment matched my mood. I’d been confined to this goddamned chair all day, basically all week, while Hannah tended to me as if I’m not a pro athlete that can SURELY handle crutches.

I was a couple hours into today's gloom, sparked when I saw Hannah bend over to get a pan at breakfast, and couldn’t make it over to her in time to touch her. Now she’d gone to the grocery store, and, judging by her location that- guilty- I had just checked, she would be home soon. I heard a key in the lock and couldn’t help but smile a bit.

I hobbled over to the front hall while she bustled in with too many bags for her to carry. I couldn’t even see her over the top of the haphazard pile, but she turned to the side, smiling brightly at me, hat slipping over her eyes.

“Don’t you dare grab these bags. But could you please fix my hat?” She whines a bit, and I lean my weight onto my good leg, plucking her hat off of her head. She mumbles a thank you and then she’s off like a shot, placing our groceries on the island in the kitchen before stripping her gloves, scarf, and coat off. She toed her boots off and stumbled a bit, laughing.

Another thing I can’t help with, I can’t do for her. Last night. The groceries. Her boots…and for how long had the doctor said? Last weekend was all a blur. I’d never felt so uncomfortable in my own skin. I watched from the doorway as Hannah flitted around the kitchen putting groceries away, and I jumped when I realized she was asking me a question.

“What?” I asked, immediately regretting how gruff and exasperated it came out. Her eyebrows furrowed, and I tensed. Hannah was never one to back down from my bite, and she could always read me like a billboard. She leaned on the island then, arms propping her up. I looked away.

“I know that this injury has been…life changing. You were so excited for the rest of the season, and you worked so hard. And next season...I know. But there’s something else going on.” My hackles raised, the confrontation tensing my shoulders, blood rushing to my head. I locked eyes with Hannah’s; big, green…concerned. I took a deep breath, letting the tension out of my shoulders. If this was going to work between us… I’d need to be honest. I’d need to be vulnerable, like she had been on Thanksgiving.

“I can’t…take care of you.” I say, keeping it simple. Her face drops, worried, and she comes to me from across the kitchen. I get a small rush, her standing this close to me. With my height, and hunched over a bit on the crutches, I’m curved into her. She rubs my arm lightly, looking up at me.

“You’ve been taking care of me for months, Will.” She pecks my lips quickly, teeth flashing in a smile.

“Besides, what do you call last night?” She bit her lip, her voice turning sweet. I lost focus a little, and my hands lost grip on the crutches.

“Well, uhm…last night. I-” I could feel the blush staining my cheeks as she smiled confidently up at me, her hands squeezing at my biceps.

“Last night you….” She shifted her weight, and suddenly I was leaning against the wall. As odd as it sounded, I felt cornered. Boxed in by a woman that barely came up to my collar bone. I felt like prey. And it was delicious.

“Oh fuck-” I mumbled, heady, glancing down at her bared cleavage, the expression in her eyes one I’d only seen last night, a type of hungry that was new, not how she usually looked under me.

“Last night you were a good boy and you came for mommy,” Hannah coos out, and the honeyed tone of her voice makes me choke. This woman. One hand leaves my arm, grabbing for my hard cock, gripping it over my sweats.

“And then you,” She trails off, humming, unable to talk about the time I’d spent licking her cunt after she’d milked me last night. Her head lists to the side a bit, eyes still locked on mine but going fuzzy. My fingers tingle, all of the blood in my body going to my cock, rock hard under her greedy hands.

“I took care of you,” I get out, desperate to finish her sentence, to make her happy, to show her how good I could be. It was overwhelming, experiencing Hannah like this.

“Well. Tonight I want to take care of you again.” She purred, and I whimpered, finally. She smiled at that, before guiding me back to the chair. I sat down gingerly, and she took her top off, and her purple pink nipples brushed my knees while she took me in her mouth, making me beg and call her mommy, just like she had last night.

Last night we’d been clouded by the fog in the bathroom, the heat of the water. Last night had been a decadent treat, one I’d thought I wouldn’t ever be gifted with again. Hannah had taken control, taken care of me. She’d gone out on a limb, taking over the boldness that I usually carried with us. The things she’d said….I had been sure earlier, while she was gone at the store, that I had made her uncomfortable. That having to take the driver's seat was something she only felt obligated to do.

But now…here she was. She was just as eager as always, taking me deep, moaning out her need, but she was looking at me like I was the meal. The expression on her face was almost enough to make me lose it, so confident watching me try not to buck my hips.

As I got close she climbed on top, grabbing her tits and feeding one to me while gliding her soft, swollen cunt over my length. I was making pitiful sounds, ones I’d never made before, while she whispered in my ear.

“You take such good care of me…no one has ever made me feel the way you make me feel, Will. I want to take care of you. I can handle this, let go. Cum in me, claim me. I’m yours.”