#English Conversations For beginners

[learnhowto23]

English Conversations For beginners #english #improveenglish #shorts

[platypusisnotonfire]

I’m picking up way more Norwegian than i expected watching Skam. I fully expected that I’d watch the entire series once through understanding practically nothing of the audio and then in subsequent rewatches after having really picked up my studies (I’m at zero studies rn) start picking up words and phrases.

I’ve already got the days of the week, quite a few personal pronouns, several variations of hello and goodbye, some numbers, variations of yes and no, please and thank you, sorry, and a few short phrases (it’s all right, are you ok. Are you sure- that kind of thing) that I can understand while having looked away from the screen and missed the subtitle, and I’m only in episode 7.

[languagexs]

A Beginner's Guide to Learning Tagalog Language Fast and Easy

Tagalog, an Austronesian language spoken mainly in the Philippines, is steadily growing in popularity among English speakers looking to learn a second language. In this beginner’s guide, we’ll look at why Tagalog is relatively easy for English speakers to pick up, provide tips for learning it faster, and highlight some of its key features. We’ll also explore resources for accelerating your…

[balu88r-blog]

Learn English : ಇಂಗ್ಲಿಷ್ ಮಾತನಾಡುವುದು ಕಷ್ಟವೇ? ಚಿಂತೆ ಬಿಡಿ, ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲೇ ಕಲಿಯಲು ಇಲ್ಲಿದೆ ಸುಲಭ ಟಿಪ್ಸ್…!

Learn English – ಇಂದಿನ ಡಿಜಿಟಲ್ ಯುಗದಲ್ಲಿ, ಇಂಗ್ಲಿಷ್ ಕೇವಲ ಒಂದು ಭಾಷೆಯಾಗಿ ಉಳಿದಿಲ್ಲ, ಅದೊಂದು ಅಗತ್ಯ ಕೌಶಲ್ಯವಾಗಿಬಿಟ್ಟಿದೆ. ಎಷ್ಟೋ ಜನರಿಗೆ ಇಂಗ್ಲಿಷ್ ಅರ್ಥವಾದರೂ, ಮಾತನಾಡಲು ಮಾತ್ರ ಕಷ್ಟಪಡುತ್ತಾರೆ. “ಅಯ್ಯೋ, ನನಗೆ ಇಂಗ್ಲಿಷ್ ಬರಲ್ವಲ್ಲಾ” ಅಂತ ತಲೆ ಕೆಡಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವವರ ಸಂಖ್ಯೆಗೇನು ಕಡಿಮೆಯಿಲ್ಲ. ಆದರೆ ಇಂಗ್ಲಿಷ್ ಕಲಿಯುವುದು ಅಸಾಧ್ಯವಾದ ಕೆಲಸವೇನಲ್ಲ. ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ತಾಳ್ಮೆ, ಸರಿಯಾದ ಅಭ್ಯಾಸ ಮತ್ತು ಕೆಲವು ಟ್ರಿಕ್ಸ್ ಅನುಸರಿಸಿದರೆ, ನೀವೂ ಕೂಡ ಕೆಲವೇ ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ…

[radiantresume]

The Power of Listening: How It Enhances Your Spoken English

Key Points Listening is as enjoyable and essential as listening to a song or following a story. It sharpens pronunciation and helps you sound more natural. Active listening boosts vocabulary and comprehension without the boring textbook drills. Practical tips to make listening a fun part of your daily English routine. Introduction Let’s be real. We all love tuning into our favorite songs,…

[hoorayezenglish]

Spot The Difference: American English Words

[haru-dipthong]

Did you know that the english word “star” and the japanese word 星（ほし）don’t actually mean the same thing?

Language does not simply name pre-existing categories; categories do not exist in 'the world'

— Daniel Chandler, Semiotics for Beginners

I read this quote a few years ago, but I don’t think I truly understood it until one day, when I was looking at the wikipedia article for “star” and I thought to check the Japanese article, see if I could get some Japanese reading practice in. I was surprised to find that the article was not titled 「星」, but 「恒星」, a word I’d never seen before. I’d always learnt that 星 was the direct translation for “star” (I knew the japanese also contained meanings the english didn’t, like “dot” or “bullseye”, but I thought these were just auxiliary definitions in addition to the direct translation of “star” as in "a celestial body made of hydrogen and helium plasma").

To try and clear things up for myself, I searched japanese wikipedia for 星. It was a disambiguation page, with the main links pointing to the articles for 天体 (astronomical object) and スター（記号）(star symbol). There was no article just called 「星」.

It’s an easy difference to miss, because in everyday conversation, 星 and star are equivalent. They both describe the shining lights in the night sky. They both describe this symbol: ★. They even both describe those enormous celestial objects made of plasma.

But they are different - different enough to not share a wikipedia article. 星 is used to describe any kind of celestial body, especially if it appears shiny and bright in the night sky. “Star” can be used this way too (like Venus being called the “morning star”), but it’s generally considered inaccurate to use the word like this, whereas there is no such inaccuracy with 星. You can say “oh that’s not actually a star, it’s a planet”, but you CAN’T say 「実はそれは星ではなく惑星だよ」 (TL: that’s not actually a hoshi, it’s a planet). A planet IS a 星.

星 is a very common word, essentially equivalent to “star”, but its meaning is closer to “celestial body”. I haven’t looked into the etymology/history but it’s almost like both english and japanese started out with a simple, common word for the lights in the sky - star/星 , but as we found out more about what these lights actually were, english doubled down on using the common word for the specific scientific concept, while japanese kept the common word generic and instead came up with a new word for the more specific concept. If this is actually what happened, I’d guess that kanji probably had something to do with it - 星 as a component kanji exists inside the word for planet, 惑星, and in the word for comet, 彗星, and in the scientific word for “star”, 恒星, so it makes sense that it would indicate a more general concept when used standalone.

This discovery helped me understand that quote - categories don’t exist in the world, we are the ones who create them. I thought that the concept of “star” was something that would be consistent across all languages, but it’s not, because the concept of “star” is not pre-existing. Each language had to decide how to name each of those similar star-like concepts (the ★ symbol, hot balls of gas, twinkling lights in the sky, planets, comets, etc), and obviously not every language is going to group those concepts under the same words with the same nuance.

Knowing this, one might be tempted to say that 恒星（こうせい） is the direct translation for “star”. But this isn’t true either. In most of the contexts that the word “star” is used in english, the equivalent japanese will be simply 星. Despite the meanings not lining up exactly, 星 will still be the best translation for “star” most of the time. This is the art of translation - knowing when the particulars are less important than the vibe or feel of a word. For any word, there will never be an exact perfect translation with all the same nuances and meanings. Translation is about finding the best solution to an unsolvable problem. That's why I love it.

[lingolabs]

Basic English vs Advanced English

[affluentenglish]

The Key to Success How to Improve Your Oral Communication Skills

English language also refers to oral communication right? Oral communication in the English language is considered an essential skill in today’s interconnected world even if you are a student professional or an individual who is currently seeking personal growth, the ability to effectively express your ideas, thoughts, and emotions through spoken words is considered as a crucial process for success.

[zsoltzsemba]

The 33rd Bahasa Inggris Zoom Class

The 33rd Class is ON! https://wp.me/p84YjG-3pv #belajarbahasahinggris #bahasainggris #zsoltzsemba #belajaringgris #esl #bali #indonesia #jakarta

The 33rd Class is ON! The accident episode is live on YouTube. What happens when Sam and Alex get into an accident? Check it out on the 33rd episode of YouTube. Another fun class despite the fact that I was unwell. We made it through the class even though it was a few minutes shorter than usual.

[what-even-is-thiss]

Free or Cheap General Language Resources Because idk I Just Wanna Help

All resources either have a free tier or have a low ($10 USD/month or less) subscription fee or a one time purchase option below $100 USD. All prices I give are in USD because I live in the US and this list was already hard to put together okay I'm not also doing conversions

Find language specific lists here.

I have given the links in text format because tumblr has a link limit. Copy and paste into your browser to look at them.

These are generalized. Not for your specific language.

LinQ, a website for reading: https://www.lingq.com/en/

You can click on words you don't know and get a definition and save a flashcard. They provide readings for all levels from beginner to advanced and you can upload your own texts and podcast or video transcripts and there's stuff uploaded by other users to browse through. The website also has some texts with audio included. You can also purchase books through the website. This is all included in the free tier. The paid tier allows you to save an unlimited number of flashcards and includes some forum and tutoring options. It's either $15 a month or $120 for a full year.

Languages available in full: Arabic, Simplified Chinese, Dutch, English, Esperanto, Finnish, French, German, Greek, Hebrew, Italian, Japanese, Korean, Latin, Norwegian, Polish, Portuguese, Romanian, Russian, Slovak, Spanish, Swedish, Ukrainian

Languages partially supported or with incomplete beginner courses: Afrikaans, Armenian, Belarusian, Bulgarian, Cantonese, Catalan, Traditional Chinese, Croatian, Czech, Danish, Georgian, Gujarati, Hindi, Hungarian, Icelandic, Indonesian, Irish, Khmer, Macedonian, Malay, Persian, Punjabi, Serbian, Slovenian, Swahili, Tagalog, Turkish, Vietnamese

Migaku, a web extension and app: https://migaku.com/

Paid service at $10 a month. It has beginner courses and allows for dual language subtitles on things like netflix or youtube. It also allows users to save flashcards from subtitles or articles and sync flashcards between devices

Supported languages: Cantonese, Mandarin, English, French, German, Japanese, Korean, Portuguese, Spanish, Vietnamese

Storylearning Books: https://storylearning.com/books

These are short story, dialogue, or history books by Olly Richards written for beginner to intermediate learners that in my experience at least are written to not be boring for adults. Each chapter of a book includes a key vocabulary list and comprehension questions. Storylearning also has online courses available but they're too expensive for what you get in my opinion. The books are way cheaper, though depending on the language you may have more or less books to buy. The books are usually in the $15-$20 range new but they're often available at used bookstores both online and irl for much cheaper.

Books available in: Spanish, French, Italian, Russian, Arabic (MSA), Brazillian Portuguese, Danish, Dutch, Icelandic, Korean, Norwegian, Swedish, Turkish, Irish

Mango Languages, a pretty standard language app: https://mangolanguages.com/

This is actually a pretty pricey one at like $20 a month but the reason I bring it up is that a lot of people can get it free through their local library and it has a large selection of languages.

Languages supported: Armenian, Azerbaijani, Egyptian Arabic, Iraqi Arabic, Levantine Arabic, Modern Standard Arabic (MSA), Bengali, Cantonese, chaldean Aramaic. Cherokee, Mandarin, Croatian, Czech, Danish, Dari, Dutch, Dzongkha, English, Tagalog, Finnish, French (European and Canadian), German, Greek (modern, ancient, and kione), Hatian Creole, Hawaiian, Hebrew (modern and biblical), Hindi, Hungarian, Icelandic, Igbo, Indonesian, Irish, Italian, Japanese, Javanese, Kazakh, Korean, Latin, Malay, Malayalam, Norwegian, Farsi, Polish, Potawatomi, Punjabi, Romanian, Russian, Scottish Gaelic, Serbian, Shanghainese, Slovak, Spanish (castillian and latin american), Swahili, Swedish, Tamil, Telugu, Thai, Turkish, Tuvan, Ukrainian, Urdu, Uzbek, Vietnamese, Yiddish

Comprehensible Input Wiki, a website for finding language specific comprehensible input resources: https://comprehensibleinputwiki.org/wiki/Main_Page

Comprehensible input is input in a language you understand the message of, not necessarily input you understand every word of. It's good for you to get a lot of it from day one. This website gathers resources like podcasts, kid's shows, youtube channels, books, etc. that are perfect for this sort of thing.

Languages currently on the website as I am writing this: American Sign Language, Arabic (MSA), Armenian, Basque, Biblical Greek, Biblical Hebrew, Bulgarian, Cantonese, Catalan, Chinese, Czech, Danish, Dutch, English, Esperanto, Estonian, Finnish, French, German, Greek, Haitian creole, Hakka, Hebrew, Hindi, Hungarian, Indonesian, Italian, Irish, Japanese, Korean, Latin, Lithuanian, Norwegian, Occitan, Polish, Portuguese, Russian, Romanian, Sanskrit, Sardinian, Serbo-Croatian, Sicilian, Slovak, Spanish, Swahili, Swedish, Tagalog, Thai, Toki Pona, Tunisian Arabic, Turkish, Ukranian, Vietnamese, Welsh, Yoruba, Zulu

Drops, a vocab app: https://languagedrops.com/

Drops teaches vocab through pictures and matching and spelling games, though you can also customize your settings to show translations and different alphabets or not. The free tier has ads and a daily time limit. The lifetime subscription is technically against my personal rule for this post because it's $160 but it often goes on sale for half off or $80. There's also a monthly or yearly payment option. At the paid tier you can practice for an unlimited time without ads and choose which types of vocabulary words you want to learn.

Supported Languages: Ainu, English (American and British), Arabic (MSA), Bosnian, Portuguese (Brazilian and European), Cantonese, Spanish, (Castilian and Mexican), Catalan, Croatian, Danish, Dutch, Esperanto, Estonian, Finnish, French, Galacian, German, Greek, Hawaiian, Hebrew, Hindi, Hungarian, Icelandic, Igbo, Indonesian, Irish, Italian, Japanese, Korean, Mandarin, Maori, Norwegian, Persian, Polish, Romanian, Russian, Samoan, Sanskrit for yoga, Serbian, Swahili, Swedish, Tagalog, Thai, Turkish, Ukrainian, Vietnamese, Yoruba

Anki, a general flashcard app: https://apps.ankiweb.net/

You can make your own flashcards on Anki or download flashcard packs that other users have made. It also allows for importing of audio and visual aids. It has a spaced repetition system that a lot of people swear by. Some companies like Refold also sell premade flashcard packs specifically for Anki. Free on desktop, I believe about a $20 one time purchase on iOS.

Muzzy In GondoLand (1986): https://archive.org/details/muzzy-in-gondoland-level-i-1986

No, really! The old Muzzy movies from the 80s made to teach kids foreign languages are fairly easy to find for free on archive.org or on youtube. The new Muzzy with workbooks and an app and whatnot requires a paid subscription to the BBC but the older ones are much easier to find. They're available in English, Spanish, French, Italian, German, Chinese, Korean, Esperanto, and Welsh.

Easy Languages, a connected group of Youtube channels: https://www.easy-languages.org/

Easy Language channels are channels where people interview speakers of the language on the street about everyday topics like dating, tourism, and shopping for example. They have dual language subtitles in their videos in the target language and English. Many of them also have series about useful phrases for beginners and intermediate podcasts. Most also have bonus worksheets and other learning materials on their patreons but the free content available is already a lot.

Current active channels: Arabic, Catalan, Czech, Dutch, English, French, German, Greek, Italian, Polish, Portuguese, Russian, Spanish, Turkish

wordreference.com

A website that lets you look up words in another language. It's better than google translate. It has pronunciation in multiple dialects and in depth explanations that some other websites don't have.

Supported Languages: Spanish, French, Italian, Portuguese, German, Dutch, Swedish, Icelandic, Russian, Polish, Romanian, Czech, Greek, Turkish, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Arabic

edX, a website for taking college courses, often for free: https://www.edx.org/learn/language

I can't tell you precisely what's available because it changes year to year but they usually offer a wide variety of courses. You can also often get real college credit through these if that's something you're interested in. Programming languages are often mixed in with spoken or signed languages though so you may have to do some digging through the lists to fins what you want.

[paucubarsisimp]

the boy next door

pairing: pau cubarsí x reader

summary: in which you fall for the boy next door

warnings: none!

a/n: i hope you like it bby ily 💋 @madelineorionswan (also i accidentally deleted the request so it's here instead)

it was quiet, the kind of quiet that made your ears hum. late spring had settled into the bones of the neighborhood, warm but not heavy, and the breeze smelled like grass and something sweet in the distance. you held the plate a little tighter in your hands, unsure if this was a terrible idea or the beginning of something small and good.

the house next to yours had seemed almost empty for days, until you caught the flicker of lights through the blinds and the occasional glimpse of a boy — no, a young man — coming and going with the kind of careful rhythm only people used to schedules have. you'd waved once. he hadn't waved back, just blinked like he wasn’t sure what to do with you.

you knocked.

soft footsteps. a pause. the door creaked open, and there he was.

his hair was a little messy like he’d been lying down, and his eyes — brown, wide, quietly curious — met yours with a kind of gentle surprise. he looked like someone who wasn’t used to strangers on his doorstep.

"hi," you breathed, holding out the plate like a peace offering. "i’m your neighbor. i just moved in. i made cookies, and i figured... i don’t know. this is what people do, right?"

he stared for a moment, then blinked. a polite smile tugged at his lips, but his expression shifted — like he was trying to decode what you said.

"english?" you asked, already wincing. "oh no... wait, i mean— perdón, um... no hablas inglés, ¿verdad?"

he shook his head slightly. "solo un poco. entiendo... algunas palabras."

"oh," you said, cheeks warming. "okay. sorry. i should’ve— i mean— espera..."

you closed your eyes for a second, then opened them again, searching for your slow, clumsy spanish.

"yo... soy y/n. nueva aquí. vecina." you pointed vaguely toward your door.

he smiled for real this time, soft and a little crooked. "yo soy pau. encantado."

you both stood there in the doorway, silence blooming like a warm bubble around you.

"¿galletas?" he asked, gesturing to the plate, and you nodded.

"sí. cookies. bueno... creo."

he stepped aside, motioning you in, and you hesitated only a second before stepping over the threshold.

the inside of his house was simple — soft light, clean lines, no clutter. a pair of shoes by the door, a record player in the corner, a mug on the table that still held the ghost of coffee.

you sat across from him at the small kitchen table. he offered water, and you accepted. you both spoke in pieces — your beginner spanish, his slow english. sometimes a word was enough. sometimes it wasn’t.

but it was okay.

your laughter filled in the gaps, and his quiet, amused glances made something settle low and sweet in your chest.

the days after that unfolded like soft fabric.

you saw him more. small waves turned into short talks. spanish practice turned into longer conversations. he showed you how to pronounce the hard r’s; you brought over banana bread that came out a little too soft in the middle but made him smile anyway.

he was quiet. thoughtful. you noticed the way he carried himself — calm, steady, like he’d learned to move through the world carefully. like someone who’d lived under watchful eyes for a long time.

he never mentioned football. never brought it up. and neither did you.

not until one evening, weeks later.

you were curled up on the couch beside him — closer than usual, knees brushing slightly, the air between you filled with something unspoken but real. the tv flickered in the background, but neither of you were watching.

"can i tell you something?" you asked, voice soft.

pau looked at you, nodding.

you exhaled. "i know who you are."

his brow furrowed gently.

"i mean... i didn’t at first. but then i realized. you’re that pau cubarsí. from barça."

his lips parted just slightly. he didn’t speak right away.

"i didn’t say anything because..." you gave a soft, nervous laugh. "i didn’t want you to think i was, like, obsessed. i didn’t want you to think that’s why i wanted to be your friend."

he watched you for a moment, eyes darker than usual in the low light, something unreadable in them. then, slowly, he shook his head.

"gracias," he said softly. "por... ser tú."

your heart did something strange and aching. you smiled. "you’re still pau, you know. just... pau who’s really, really good at football."

he smiled back, a quiet kind of smile that made your stomach flutter.

"and you," he said, "are la chica con las mejores galletas."

you laughed — light and a little breathless — and let your shoulder rest gently against his.

the silence returned, but this time it was full. warm. humming with something more.

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[jambalaya-enthusiast]

What languages can the crew speak?.. And if they can, What kind can they speak?

What Languages can the Tulpar crew speak? [ hcs ]

Curly.

English is his first language,but he has a mix of accents. ( Aussie,british, canadian)

He can speak a little bit of Spanish because he took spanish classes back in highschool.

Jimmy.

He can speak English and used to have a THICK southern accent.

Homie used to take French Lessons... *Runs away without explaining*.

Anya.

She can speak English and Russian effortlessly.

Can speak a little bit of Polish and Ukrainian.

Knows how to have a beginner level conversation in Japanese.

Swansea.

English,Welsh and Irish. No will not be explaining why.

Daisuke.

English,Japanese and Spanish!

Can speak a little bit of Latin ( participated in Latin class back in highschool )

[retireddaddyric]

“Is F1 even a sport?”

Synopsis: (half REQUESTED ah) Daniel and (y/n) become a training pair in the boxing gym.

Warnings: 18+, minors do not interact please. FemVsMale fight, unprotected sex, Sub/dom play, smut, oral sex, choking (?).

Note: this is all fiction. English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance if there are any errors. Thanks for the comments, keep them coming!

I come to the gym for what the men here call ‘a woman workout’ which consists in little weights, lots of cardio: but I am a sports photographer and I need to be healthy and in good form to face the upcoming sessions with the 2026 olympic winter games.

So anytime my personal trainer invites me to try a new thing I just say yes.

And this is why I am on the octagon tonight. He texted me earlier asking if I was interested in a one on one first try after the gym closure and I said yes.

The spotlight from the top illuminates only the ring, leaving the rest of the gym in the dark.

People have long left, it’s just me and him. I am hitting the pads he is wearing on his forearms with my ankles, just like he told me to do, my hair bun jumping at every movement.

My fists are tightening at every hit and I’m not sweating yet but I am close. My thighs are getting warmer under my yoga pants and my abs are on fire. My breaths come out a little faster and I use my arm to take out a fallen strand of hair from my eye.

I hear a noise from the door and I stop and turn. I can’t see anything because of the light from above us.

“A little late honey badger?” Mick shouts smiling at the dark figure approaching the benches at the sides.

“Got stuck in traffic man, LA is a nightmare after sunset.” The voice says and I recognize him: Daniel Ricciardo. I’ve been bumping into him at the gym for a couple of months now and I can’t decide if he’s shy or just sweet. From the clothes he wears to come to the gym and the way he throws his Gucci backpack to the ground I’d say he has money that will last forever and doesn’t give a shit about it. He’s always politely smiling and saying hello to everyone but he hardly starts a conversation himself. Although I’ve seen him yapping multiple times when people approach him.

Mick said he was always a customer of the gym he just didn’t show up during busy hours when he was still a formula one driver.

I see him smile up at me “So you’re the enemy?” He says while taking off his t shirt to put on a white one, discarding the green one on the bench.

“Am I?” I ask looking at Mick.

“Yes. You’re both beginners, we’ll be doing this three times a week every week.”

“I am the enemy then.” I laugh looking at Daniel as he climbs the ring, the shorts revealing his tattoos on his thigh. He stretches a hand towards me.

“Daniel.”

“(Y/n).” I say taking the boxing glove off and squeezing his firm but gentle hand.

He looks smaller than the average monsters who daily come to this place, I’d say this is why Mick asked a girl to match with him in this.

“Try be gentle.” He jokes, his smile contagious.

“I’ll try, no promises.”

So for the first lessons we basically just learn where to kick and how to avoid or stop a hit. We repeat the moves many times, we always meet late when the octagon is empty and the gym is closed. It’s always the three of us, me and Daniel on the ring and Mick over the chords giving us instructions.

After a couple of weeks we get used to each other’s body, we start hitting each other harder and faster, laughing awkwardly when we almost hurt each other and say sorry.

I’m not gonna lie, the following week I start liking him and the one after it I think all day about the moment we’ll be training on the ring at night. But the thing is the more I like him the more I wanna hit him harder because I know he’s not into me at all. I feel it. I even start thinking he might be gay because there’s not a chance you get this physical with a girl and never once you get a little hard. Like nothing visible through his shorts, not even when he’s behind me taking me down in a chokehold looking up at Mick while I try to fight back, nothing, I feel nothing.

We never really talk to each other apart from what we’re doing or what to do next.

Until one day everything changes. After I get rejected the pass to an important basketball game I walk into the gym very pissed off. And incredibly late: the session is 5 minutes from ending. And I see Daniel and Mick on the octagon throwing punches and kicks, both drenched in sweat.

“You’re late?” Daniel says turning towards me, he’s barefoot wearing his stupidly sexy space grey shorts and a Nike black t-shirt.

“And?” I say climbing up.

“You’re never late.”

“Whatever, it’s not like this session is like training for real.”

What do you mean?” Mick asks a bit offended but still laughing.

“Nothing against you Mick,” i say straddling the chord and jumping in “but you should have matched me with someone stronger.”

Daniel rises an eyebrow and suppresses a smirk while wiping his sweaty face. I’ve never seen him this wet but.. The fuck? I tell you you’re weaker than a girl and you smile?

“Ouch.” Mick laughs and looks at Daniel.

“Yeah, no offense Daniel but I feel like I could do with someone a little more keen to real sports.”

“Oh so you’re one of those who thinks F1 isn’t a sport..” he chuckles crossing his arms at his chest.

“You’re confirming it every night we come here to train.”

“Oh I confirm it..?” He says sarcastically.

“It’s what I said.” I say putting on my gloves.

He shakes his head smiling and takes his boxing gloves off. “(Y/n) I should’ve been the one complaining when I was paired with a pilates girl.”

“Why? Because you had to face who you really are?”

He just laughs.

“See you on friday.” He says before leaving.

Mick smirks and says “You will wish you never challenged him.”

“Why? Is he capable of doing better than what’s been doing?”

“(Y/n), he’s been holding back because you’re a girl.”

“Ah, we’ll see about that.” I say with confidence.

But my confidence only lasts a couple of days. On Friday as soon as I am on the ring Daniel throws a real kick and I step back flinching but immediately recovering.

Mick looks at me. “You can tell him to stop anytime okay?”

I look at Daniel in the eyes, he is smiling behind his fists.

“Was that all you have?” I tell him rising my fists and walking back closer.

He shakes his head “That was only the appetizer.”

The rest of the training session I am a mess. For the following two hours I only struggle to escape his holds and try to not cry at his fists and kicks. But never once I tell him to soften up. I take everything he throws at me and I think I can genuinely say he is even still holding back.

And then I get it: F1 must be REALLY tough. Not even once I manage to hit him, I’m only a punching bag by the end of the session.

“Enough for today.” Mick says in an amused tone and turns to leave.

Daniel is panting in my hair while he holds me down, my legs around his waist. I’m all red and sweaty when I push him and he lets me. So he sits on his calves between my legs. He smirks down at me, his face completely wet from sweat. I look at him, panting myself.

“You held back right?” I ask him.

He smiles and rises his shoulders “Saw you flinching in the beginning so I understood where to stop.”

I nod ashamed. “Last time I was a little pissed off by not coming to train in time..”

“Don’t sweat it, I’m used to people thinking f1 is just driving in circles.” He stands up and for the first time ever I see a fucking hell of a bulge. He notices and immediately tugs at his shorts embarrassed.

“Gotta go.” He says leaving fast.

The next week Daniel never goes back to being a softie. When from time to time he fights with Mick to show new moves I am shocked at how hardcore he can be.

He looks like a golden retriever but fights like a pitbull. So then I get the reason behind the ‘honeybadger’ nickname. We get very physical, I come back home every training night with new bruises and I mentally hit myself when I am turned on by thinking they’re all from his hands. Every time he’s on me I feel him retreating himself, pulling his core away from my thigh or back, in a gentlemanly gesture. Deep down I ask myself what he would be like in bed because the man has stamina. And the combo soft outside, hard inside has me in crumbles.

The day things escalate comes.

One Friday night we’re fighting bare hands, Mick is feeling sick so he leaves dropping the keys of the gym in Daniel’s bag.

As soon as the door closes and we’re alone Daniel goes back to throw punches that I avoid, since I’ve been learning how to do it from him.

After a couple of minutes he pulls me up and then we’re on the floor. He’s behind me keeping me still in a chokehold when I hit my hand on the ground three times. We’re all covered in sweat when he nods and lays on the floor next to me. I sit back on my heels panting. I close my eyes throwing my head back breathing fast.

I feel his eyes on me. And his hand on my thigh, squeezing it softly. “You okay?” He asks breathy.

“Yeah just.. fuck it’s so hot.”

“Yeah.”

I open my eyes and look at him. He smirks and laughing I kick my leg in his face direction but he’s fast and stops it by pulling it over his head. In a matter of seconds I’m straddling his face, my shorts too thin to not feel his mouth and jaw against my clothed core. I gasp and put my hands on his head to pull away but he turns us over so he’s on me and I squeeze my legs around his muscular neck to stop him. He struggles a bit, staring me with a deep glance while his hands reach up and try to grab my throat.

I squeeze my legs tighter and one of his hands grabs my sports bra in the front, between my tits, tugging it.

I laugh and grab his hand between mines to stop him from tugging it down further. But in that moment the way is nose and mouth are pressing against my core send sparks through it and I swallow, still panting. I keep breathing heavy but my legs loose their grip a bit while I look into his dark eyes. And in that moment we both stop smiling. His hands grab my thighs and he inhales deeply. I put my elbows on the ground and look at him rising my upper body.

I feel his finger run slowly inside my thigh until it reaches my shorts. He keeps watching me waiting for the moment I pull away. I don’t. So he hooks his finger in my yoga shorts and panties and pulls them to the side revealing my drenched pussy.

“I knew it.” He whispers husky before sinking his face in it.

My eyes roll back in my head and I suppress a moan putting both hands on my face. He tugs at my shorts so hard to the side that a little tearing sound vibrates in the empty dark gym.

He sucks at my clit so hard, his other hand getting inside my wet heat in two fingers, stretching it, hitting the sweet spot.

“Fuck!” I whisper shaky bending my legs up his shoulders.

He sits up on his heels and grabs my shorts taking them off fast with my panties. I lift my hips to help him. He throws them behind him and comes on me, kissing me hard while his hips grind between my legs. I taste my wetness on his lips, I feel his hard cock and arch my back.

“Desperate much?” He smirks.

“Not as much as you.”

“We’ll see.”

He sits up and tears my bra with a hand, my boobs jumping free.

He looks at them and licks his lips bending again to suck first one and then the other. I moan and use my hands to take his shirt off. He smiles and stops my hand shaking his head. Like really stops them as if we’re fighting. And that really arouses me.

I try to fight back smiling but he just pins them above my head. His other hand reaches my pussy and after touching me in round movements he uses his leg to spread my thigh and pin it to the ground. I moan looking at him while he just smirks down. From time to time his fingers get inside just to curl a couple of times and then get out when I am close to lose it.

After the third time I am a mess of nerves.

He smacks my pussy and I whine in pleasure and pain.

“Please!”

“Please what baby?”

“Daniel oh my god.”

Another smack followed by a massage, another moan from me.

My legs shake I am so close. He withdraws his hand. I throw my head back breathing heavily.

“Please fuck me Daniel, please.” I beg, my moaning voice rumbling in the large empty space.

“More.” He whispers keeping me in place.

“Fuck me raw with all you have, make me see stars like you do when we fight!”

He flips me on my belly and he’s behind me.

His arm is around my throat like he does when he chokeholds me. I feel his free hand fidget with his shorts and then he pushes his dick inside me with a groan in my ear. I let out a moan of satisfaction and pain. I’m so wet it goes all the way in to the hilt. And then he starts to move so hard my back arches and I’m completely at his mercy.

“Try saying again I’m not a real athlete.” He breathes in my ear.

I moan and he puts his hand on my mouth. “Shhh, aren’t you the strongest in the pair?”

I roll my eyes back as I feel him stretching me so good.

“Now take my cock like you take me when we fight.” He says all breathy.

My body shakes and he sits up on his knees and holds my hips pushing them backwards towards him. I’m on four when he pounds into me so hard and fast I cry out his name.

“This is what you really are, a whining little slut who gets turned on by a man stronger than her.”

My legs shake and he’s behind pulls at my bun talking into my ear “If you wanna come you better ask.”

“I don’t ask.”

He tugs harder “Oh you do.” He says stopping his dick outside my pussy. I move my hips whining.

“Ask kindly.” He says into my cheek.

“Can I come?” I mutter breathy.

“On my cock?”

“..On your cock.”

“Say you’re sorry and then you can.”

I don’t. And the thrusts in hard. I shout rolling my eyes back. “I’m sorry!”

He laughs and pushes my head so that my cheek is on the ground. He fucks me so hard I see stars not just once but twice.

And the second time I come I feel him thrusting erratically inside me until he stills and roars in pleasure, filling me up.

He licks the sweat at my nape and smiling he whispers softly into his ear “I think I ran out of the muscles to make sore in your body. Wanna go out on a date sometime so I can punch your brain too with my racing stories?”

I laugh with my eyes closed and he kisses my hair.

“I don’t like F1 drivers.” I tease him smiling lazily.

He smiles devilishly. “Good, because apparently I don’t like girls. Isn’t that what you told Mick?”