#espn first take today

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u got it bad - san (m)

summary: baseball player!san x reporter!reader. you've been covering your local team for years. the players, the coaches, everybody knows you. except for newbie choi san. he just joined the team, but he knows you from somewhere...maybe the bar last night?

word count: 14.5k

warnings: lots of baseball jargon, afab reader, sex (some protected some not), thigh riding, oral (barely. m receiving tho), a little cockwarming

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you love your job. as a kid, you always dreamed of working here, walking into this stadium every day, and doing what you loved most. granted, back then you were imagining yourself as one of the players, but oh well. a girl can still dream, right?

you landed the job as sideline reporter for your favorite baseball team right out of college. they wanted someone willing to stick around for a while, and you recall telling them in your interview, "if i start working here, you'll never be able to get rid of me." they loved it, and they loved that you were a hometown supporter. it made your stories more meaningful, gave you a point of view that fans could appreciate. you were able to write touching pieces on the players, give the season the dramatic arc on camera that it deserved, and you treated everyone at the team with respect. that respect went both ways, with the players, coaches, front office staff...everyone knew who you were and included you as if you were a part of the team.

you had to work hard for that respect. it didn't take long for you to prove yourself, but it did take several sleepless nights and countless overtime hours to become the reporter you are. you know everything about this team, and that's what makes you so good.

because you know eveything, you obviously know that they're close to signing star right fielder choi san. you've heard talk that it's basically done, he flew in this morning and is set to sign his contract first thing tomorrow. of course, you had memorized his past work jumping around the league as soon as the rumors started. it was your job, after all, to know these things. you knew he was great on the field, that was easy, but everyone loved him in the dugout. he's the kind of player that remembers everyone's names, brings gifts for the team around the holidays, asks about your family when he sees you. he's a stand up guy, you hear.

you've also heard that he likes to play the field outside of the stadium, if you catch my drift. he's very popular with the ladies in whatever city he deems to call home for that season, and as you walk through your favorite bar outside the stadium, you can tell the women here already know choi san is close by.

one thing you do not know is that san is in this bar, right now. yes, he's signing his contract tomorrow, but he wanted to visit the stadium today, when it was still quiet. he likes getting the feel of a team before he joins, so he wandered around the empty stadium a few times before coming here to clear his head. upon entering, he sees his face plastered on all the tvs as espn does a deep dive into what his move here might mean. he thought he was screwed, that people would immediately notice him, but so far so good. he's got a nondescript cap on and dark sweats, so he hopes his booth in the corner is enough to keep him hidden while he has a celebratory pint. he doesn't report to training until day after tomorrow, so he thought he could treat himself tonight.

as he sits and drinks, soaking in the atmosphere, he has to laugh. he wants to stay hidden, but really, with his likeness and his entire career plastered on every screen above the bar, you'd think someone would know. at least look at him and make a comment about the resemblance. but it doesn't seem like anyone here knows a thing.

except you. as you sit at the bar, swirling the straw in your glass, you take a look around. there's some regulars that smile and wave, but for the most part it's not that busy. maybe that's what makes him stand out more. your eyes fall on choi san, all star right fielder and the newest member of your team, trying to hide in the corner. but his sharp eyes and broad shoulders alert you immediately that the subject of all your recent studies is here. and he's staring at you. you stare back, and he quirks an eyebrow, almost like a challenge.

you take the bait and make your way to his table.

"anyone sittin' here?" you ask in a slight southern accent, and san smiles. it's been a while since he played in the south. he forgot how charming it can be. maybe he'll catch himself a southern belle while he's here.

"saved it for you," he smirks, and you hum as you sit across from him. he sees your almost empty glass and states, "looks like you need another."

"ah, i probably shouldn't," you shake your head. "got an early morning."

"me too," san nods, that smirk still comfortably on his face. "so what's your name, beautiful?"

"y/n," you reply. you try not to let your heart flutter at the nickname, or the way he's staring at you, but it's hard. "yours?"

"san," he says simply. "you from here, y/n?"

"born and raised," you answer. "you new to the city?"

"you could say that," he sighs. "just moved here for work, but i've visited a couple times."

"how are you likin' it so far?"

"to be honest?" he makes a face. "it's kind of boring."

"excuse me?" you're taken aback. you don't take kindly to people badmouthing your hometown, and you don't like the mischievous spark in san's eyes as he continues.

"well, girl as pretty as you not taking me up on my offer of another round, that's no fun is it?" he teases.

"ahah," you laugh halfheartedly. "sure, i can see why that would upset you."

"i'm not upset, doll, just disappointed."

"well, hate to disappoint you further, but i really do have an early morning," you say as you start to rise. "just saw a stranger sittin' all by his lonesome and thought i would say hi."

"i'm glad you did," san raises his glass to you. "maybe i'll see you around?"

"maybe," you shrug, trying to bite back a smile. "nice meeting you san."

you feel his eyes on you as you return your glass to the bar, waving goodbye to the bartender before you head to the door. you turn before you leave, meeting san's eyes across the room, and you just smile to yourself as you step outside.

-

san is the first one in the clubhouse the next day. he loves the smell of an empty locker room, untainted by the man stench that inevitably comes with a roomful of athletes. he smiles warmly as he walks in and sees his locker decorated in welcome. he's looking through all the gifts, some regulation equipment he asked for and some just goodies from the team, as the players start slowly arriving.

the first to arrive is jongho. he's the catcher, and san finds it easy to talk to him. he seems quiet, but most catchers are the stoic type, so maybe jongho will open up to him in time. the next guy in has the opposite issue. wooyoung, the shortstop, immediately claps san into a hug, babbling a mile a minute about how great it's gonna be to have him on the team.

san gets stuck talking to wooyoung for a while, which he doesn't mind. they get along quickly, but as they talk the rest of the team trickles in. hongjoong, the second baseman, waves to san from across the room. seonghwa, the left fielder, carefully places his things into the locker next to san's, then gives san a wordless handshake and a warm smile. yunho, the first baseman, is spread out at the locker to san's right. mingi, the third baseman, is next to him. wooyoung finally leaves for his locker next to hongjoong, and next to him is yeosang, the center fielder. pitchers must not report today, because san scans the room and counts eight.

he checks the time and notices he's almost late for his press conference, so he gets to work getting dressed before someone appears at his side to escort him down the hall. she works in media relations and gives him the run down of the conference, explaining that the coach will do a quick intro before san comes up to say a few words. they'll shake hands, he'll sign his contract, and then take a few questions before reporting to more press stuff. nothing he hasn't done before, but san still brushes his sweaty hands on his pants to calm his nerves as they enter.

san hears the chatter of the press die down as their eyes fall on him. it's a big room, lots of reporters and cameras, and he smiles and waves as he gets ushered to the side of the makeshift stage in the front. the coach steps up then, welcoming everyone and giving a bit of insight on why they wanted to sign san. this team desperately needed a right fielder, so in all the negotiations it was basically just their operations team begging san to come play for them. the coach paints it a different way, and san does his best to grab onto a few phrases so he can sprinkle them into his own speech. the coach calls him up and san takes a seat next to him, falling smoothly into his regular "happy to be here, excited at the opportunity" spiel. he scans the room and recognizes a few faces, so he gets more comfortable as he goes on.

"i think at the end of the day, i'm looking for a team that i can be with for a long time," san starts to conclude. "and so far, i'm really liking it here. maybe this will be that team."

he goes through the motions of signing, shaking hands, posing for pictures, and then settles back into his seat for the question portion. at his other teams, he's been allowed to pick the press he talks to, so he scans the room for familiar faces, but media relations steps in and starts calling names. the first one takes him by surprise, and a smile grows on his face as he sees who steps up.

"y/f/n, local news," you smile back at san as the recognition crosses his features. "you said you're liking the city so far? can i ask what makes you think this team, this franchise, will be the one to make you stay?"

"you were at the bar last night," he responds, and you feel yourself blush. a chuckle ripples through the crowd of reporters as san goes on. "sorry, just. this is a surprise, is all."

"i agree," you quip back. "because yesterday you told me you didn't like this city. so i'm just wondering what made you change your mind."

"honestly? the people," he answers sincerely, holding your gaze. "it's hard to explain, but things feel...different here. i've never been with a team where the players are so welcoming, the staff is so kind, and the reporters are hanging out at local bars after hours." another laugh. "so i think this franchise might have more of the culture i've been missing from those other teams i've played for. that answer your question, y/n?"

"yep," you give him a satisfied nod. "happy to have you here, san."

"happy to be here," he smiles, and you swear the lights from all the cameras make his teeth sparkle. he keeps staring at you as media relations calls for the next question, and only when his attention is no longer on you do you realize that your heart is beating too fast.

-

today's only a press day for the boys, there's no actual training that needs to happen, but that doesn't mean the clubhouse is calm. no, actually, there's more people here than there will be for the rest of the season, what with all the camera crews and a few stylists running around. oh, and the fact that everyone who works here wants to get a peek at choi san. he left the press conference and saw a group down the hall, staring and whispering. san wasn't sure which way to go to find the locker room, so he approaches the group with a smile. turns out it's front office staff, part timers, anyone who works here that needed to see san with their own eyes to believe he's really playing here. he's charming as ever, learning everyone's names, signing things, taking pictures. he even stands by happily as an older woman calls her grandsons, and they laugh together as the little boys squeal in excitement.

san stays until everyone has what they wanted, which must have taken a while, because he sees the press trickling out toward the exit. he keeps his eyes peeled for one person in particular, and when you pass through the doors and turn san's way, he smiles. you stop, eyes focused on the notebook you're furiously scribbling in, so you don't see him. that won't do, san thinks, so walks over and stops in front of you with a sigh.

"what do you want san," you ask it as a statement, eyes not moving from your notes.

"how'd you know it was me?"

"i know everything," you look up then, meeting his smile with one of your own. "and you've got cleats on, so i knew it wasn't anybody from your fan club coming to ask for my notes."

"my fan club?" he laughs, but you can tell it boosts his ego. "i think they're just fans of the team."

"are you always like this?" you ask thoughtfully, and san says he doesn't know what you're talking about. "you're not cocky, but you're humble, and you're cocky about being humble. does that make sense?" you stop to scribble that down, and san tries again to see what else you've written. you catch him this time, tugging the notes just out of his line of sight. "don't you have pictures to take?"

"how'd you-"

"i told you, i know everything," you joke again, taking a moment to stuff your pen back in your bag. that leaves your notebook unattended, and san snatches it, running a few steps down the hall with evil glee. you stomp after him and fail in grabbing it from his eager hands.

"hey, this is good," san reads, his eyes scanning the paper. "you write all your stuff by hand?"

"depends," you shrug. "i started getting bored at the end of that talk and i needed to organize my thoughts."

"oh i can tell you were bored," san smirks, his eyes flicking to you. "i like the doodle of me."

"that doodle could be of anybody," you say as you finally snatch your notebook back. you put it securely in your bag as san continues to look smug.

"i think it was a doodle of me," he says as he starts walking away. "if you ever want me to sit for another portrait, you know where to find me, doll."

"where ya goin'?" you ask him, and he stops. he looks down the hall in front of him back towards you with his thumb pointing behind him.

"to the locker room?"

"that's this way dummy," you point, and you're pleased to see his ears turn red as he corrects his steps. you're heading to the exit, so you walk in the same direction briefly. san slows his steps to keep up with you, and he's so close that his hand keeps brushing yours.

"looks like this is where i leave ya, doll," he sighs, and you wave as you keep walking. "i'll see you soon?"

"you'd like that wouldn't you?" you turn around with a smirk, watching san as you push through the doors to the parking lot. "bye san."

-

san loves the first practice of the season. he loves the feeling of walking onto a brand new field, seeing the empty stadium ahead. at his his other teams, he's had to make this walk alone, his former teammates usually more reserved or too good to talk to him. not here, though. as he takes the field, he finds himself engrossed in a deep argument with jongho and wooyoung about the best world series team of all time, and san feels giddy. he feels like he did when he was a kid, playing ball with his friends, and it's only the first day of practice! imagine what an entire season here would be like. every day, san is thankful he made this move.

another reason for san to be happy he's here is, well, you. working with the press at other teams wasn't exactly a thrill, but rather a part of the job he had to get through. here he's eager to give a statement, always willing to join a press conference, just to have the chance of messing with you.

as he makes the long walk to the outfield for warm ups, san sees someone by the visitor's dugout who's not in uniform. he squints a little in the early morning sun and sees that it's a woman, but assumes it's someone from the front office. he keeps walking, but a laugh echoes out and san turns back to this mystery woman.

"y/n?" he shouts, holding his glove over his eyes to see if that'll block out the sun. sure enough, you turn from your talk with the managers to send him a wave, and that giddy feeling san had walking onto the field is back. "what are you doing here?"

"my job!" you shout back, and with that you go back to work. one of the coaches jogs by san then, tossing a baseball in his direction.

"stop shoutin', son," he says. "go throw that in left field. seonghwa will take you through the warm ups, then we'll come together for drills."

"yes sir," san nods, jogging over to his teammate. he steals one last glance at you, and he swears the sunlight makes you glow.

-

san is exhausted after practice. he knew playing for this team would challenge him, but damn. he's sore and it's only the first day! he's still catching his breath as the team mills about around him, and yunho smirks as he alerts the boys to san's condition.

"i think we wore the superstar out," yunho laughs, and san throws one of his sweaty towels at him. yunho screams and tosses it back, but mingi jumps in to grab it. "what the hell are you doing?"

"this is a sweaty towel used by the choi san," mingi says with importance. "do you know how much i could sell this for?"

"guys, come on," san laughs, snatching the towel back. "i'm not a superstar."

"says the superstar," wooyoung mumbles, and san contemplates throwing the towel again but decides not to, mingi is still close by.

"no, we get it," hongjoong assures him. "just because the press is saying that doesn't mean it's true. you're a part of the team, so you're a team player, right san?"

"yes, exactly-"

"please, i hope everybody is decent!" a familiar voice shouts from the doorway, and san smiles when he finds you standing there. you've got your notebook over your eyes to hide any naked players, but a quick sweep tells san that everyone is dressed for the most part.

"wait, wait!" jongho shouts as he fights to put a clean shirt on. some of the boys chuckle at him while san says, "dude, she's probably seen a guy shirtless before."

"but she's a lady, san," jongho insists. "it's not polite. and i don't like to have my nips out when i'm giving quotes."

"that's why he's my favorite," you say, finally risking a peek. "all good?"

to be honest, san is a little shocked you're here. it's kind of odd for a reporter to be in the locker room after a regular practice, but he trusts this team and how they run things. most importantly, he trusts you. but his shock holds true as you greet the team while making your way straight toward him.

"aw, she's just here for superstar," mingi pouts, and you make him hush.

"i have to publish my story on him today and need to check quotes," you explain. "i'm coming for you next, mingi."

as mingi celebrates, you surprise san further by walking right up to him and taking the seat by his locker. you're flipping through your notebook as he watches you, and after a few seconds you look at him then pat the bench next to you.

"come on, get cozy," you tell him. "you spoke too fast yesterday and i didn't catch all of your answers."

"because you were too busy doodling?" san teases, taking a seat exceptionally close to you.

"that was after you," you explain, but san sees your ears turn red. "can you look through this and tell me if anything rings a bell?"

"y/n, you may be good at your job, but you have shit handwriting," san says after staring at the page long enough for your chicken scratch to make his head hurt. some of the boys near him laugh, and yunho pops his head in to take a look.

"oh yeah that's illegible," yunho confirms. "cute drawing of san, though."

"go away yunho."

"yes ma'am."

you're able to piece together what san said in the press conference, so once you're satisfied you take a moment to type up the changes into your phone. you send the story off to your editor, but then start working through who else you need to talk to today. san is watching all of this, and when your eyebrows furrow in concentration, he leans in.

"i know what you're thinking," he whispers, and you have to shake from your concentration to look him in his sneaky eyes.

"what?"

"i said i know what you're thinking," he repeats with a shrug. when you don't respond, he keeps going. "i bet you're wondering, hm, is san free tonight? well, i am."

"i can't use that for my story," you tell him, and he bumps his shoulder into yours.

"this is when you say if you're free."

"is it?" you ask, gathering your things so you can move on to the next player. "i'm not quite sure about that yet."

"whatever, doll," san smiles. "you know where to find me."

-

you did know where to find him. you knew he would be at the bar tonight. you knew he wasn't supposed to be there, and you knew you shouldn't go looking for him but you couldn't help yourself. after all, you've got to take yourself out for a drink - you filed your first story of the season today. you deserve to celebrate!

as soon as you walk in you can tell it's a mad house. the bar is packed, and it reminds you of how busy it gets after a game. you wonder if it's just preseason excitement that has so many people here, but you don't wonder long. you're here for a drink, so you squeeze between two guys at the bar and wave the bartender down. everyone here knows you, so you get to cut the line.

"hey y/n," he smiles as he walks up. "want your regular?"

"yeah, but top shelf tonight," you tell him. "finished my first story of the season today."

"is it any good? maybe i'll read this one," the bartender jokes as he gets to work.

"i didn't know you could read," you tease, and you smile when he tosses his head back in a laugh. the sound draws someone's attention, but you're too busy flirting with the bartender to notice.

"and to think i was gonna pay your tab myself," he shakes his head.

"put whatever she gets on mine," someone says at your side, and you physically jump when you recognize who it is.

"san?"

"told you to come find me, doll, why are you surprised i'm here?" he smirks. you can tell he's wearing league issued workout clothes, but to the regulars in the bar he's just some dude in sweats. he's got a ball cap pulled low over his eyes, and if he didn't have such striking features you'd say he was blending in pretty well. "i thought we were getting a drink together."

"are we?" you ask. "because i don't recall you actually asking me." san dips his head, knowing that you caught him in a lie.

"can i get whatever she's drinking?" san asks the bartender as he finally places your drink down, and your mouth hangs open in surprise.

"what's this sparkly shit for?" you ask, flicking at the gold pompom on the toothpick poking out of your cup. there's also swirls of gold in your drink, and the bartender shrugs.

"you said you were celebratin'," he explains. "wanted to make sure the drink rose to the occasion."

"well thank you," you say as you lift the drink to your lips, mostly to hide your blush. san is watching this interaction next to you, doing a horrible job of hiding his disgust.

"here's your drink man," the bartender says, plopping a cup down in front of san. "her's was on the house. i added yours to your tab."

"how generous," san smiles, tipping his cup toward the bartender as he walks away. san turns to you slowly, and says, "he's nice."

"you shouldn't be here."

"why, am i interrupting your date?" san quips.

"no," you roll your eyes. "you shouldn't be seen here. lots of fans, you'll probably get stopped for pictures, autographs, kissing babies..."

"they don't let babies into bars, y/n," san smirks at you. "but thanks for looking out for me."

"isn't against team rules for you to go out during the preseason anyway?" you ask, knowing full well it is.

"i don't like following rules," san shrugs.

"oh so that's why you've played for six different teams in five years?" it's your turn to quip, and san whistles.

"you got me there, ace," he sighs. "so what's this about you celebrating tonight?"

"that's nothing," you try to brush it off. "i sent in that story about you, remember? well, it got approved, so i have a tradition of taking myself out for a drink here when my first story of the season is filed."

"taking yourself out?" san shakes his head. "no, no no no. that won't do. i'm getting you another drink, unless your boyfriend tries to pay for it again, and then we're going out."

"you have to report to practice at 7am," you remind him, and he groans, dropping his head on your shoulder.

"you knowing everything about the team is totally ruining my game."

"aw, you did a fine job of that yourself," you coo, patting his cheek. you cup his chin and pull him back up, and you hide a smile when you notice the blush on his cheeks. "maybe you can owe me? take me out for real?"

"i'd like that," san nods.

"i knew you would," you tease, and san reaches an arm out to pull you into his side. he over calculates and accidentally smacks the guy behind you, who turns around in a drunken haze ready to fight.

"what the-" he starts, anger in his swimming eyes. when they land on san, you both see recognition take over his features in slow motion. "holy shit y'all! it's choi san!"

"come on," you grab san's arm, tugging him in the opposite direction. you think there's an entrance out the back, so hopefully the two of you can squeeze through the masses before too many people catch on. as you drag san behind you, you hear the bar goers talking about the star in their midst. some drunk lady grabs sans arm and won't let go, and he won't shake her off like you tell him to. you get caught, the exit you were hoping for just in the distance. people start crowding around san, trying to wedge between you, but he won't let go of your hand. he finishes signing a bar napkin for a guy who definitely used a fake to get in here, and then you're pulling san along again. the crowd is starting to push, and they're all drunk. and rowdy. and loud.

"aw, look, he's already got himself a bitch!" someone shouts, watching you cling onto san as you push him toward the exit. he stops cold, looking around for the drunken idiot. he reinforces his idiocy by stepping forward, slurring his words as he says, "didn't take you long, son-" *hiccup* "always got sluts lookin' for ya-" *hiccup* "she's a pretty one too-"

before you register what he's doing, san shakes you off of his arm. he steps closer to the man, and you feel yourself calling his name, but in the chaos even you can't hear yourself. san pulls his arm back and clocks the man in the face, splattering blood from his now probably broken nose.

"SAN!" you shout, yanking him back toward you. "let's GO."

adrenaline and shock give you the strength to drag a stunned san out of the bar, but it's so packed there were people in the alley already. they weren't aware of what went on inside, so you're able to tug san around the corner. you rush him toward the parking deck, and thank your lucky stars you moved your car from the employee lot earlier. you shove san into your passenger seat, slamming the door shut so you can rush to the driver's side. as you start the car, you look to the side and see san sinking further into the seat.

"i fucked up," he whispers. you hear a quiver in his voice, but you don't press him. "fuck. i'm gonna get kicked off the team. am i gonna get arrested?"

"you won't get kicked off the team," you tell him softly. "and i'll call the bartender in a minute, explain it to him. just pray that asshole you punched doesn't press charges."

"y/n, i'm so sorry," san says, looking to you with a scared look in his eyes. "i just. i couldn't let him talk to you like that."

"thank you san," you say sincerely. "let me see your hand."

"no, it's fine," he insists, but when you touch it he flinches.

"fuck san, how are you gonna play tomorrow?"

"i'm so losing my job," he shakes his head, sitting up like he's going to leave.

"whoa, where are you going?"

"i have to go apologize," he says, trying to open the door but struggling to do it with his hurt hand. "shit, i have to pay for our drinks, and my car! i need to-"

"san," you say sternly, and he looks to you again with those sad eyes. "i'll fix it. ok? do you trust me?"

"yes," he nods vigorously.

"good," you nod back. "can you buckle your seatbelt or do i have to do that too?"

"where are we going?" san asks after securing his seatbelt. it's a good thing he did, because you whip your car out of its spot so fast his body slams against the strap. "seriously road runner, where are you taking me?"

"we need to fix your hand," you tell him. "i live close by, so i'll fix you up and then in an hour or two i'll bring you back for your car."

"thank you," san says. "you're saving my ass."

"just be really good this season, ok?" you ask him. "it'd be fun to watch my team win for once."

"anything for you, ace."

-

a few minutes later, you've got a sheepish all-star perched on the edge of your tub as you stand over him and wipe the blood from his hand. you already sent a text to the bartender, so that's cleared up. apparently, san was doing everyone a favor by punching that guy. no one likes him, so san's not in any trouble with the bar. chances are the guy won't press charges either, he tends to start shit around town so the cops wouldn't necessarily be on his side.

the main issue now is the team. there's pictures and videos floating around, and you were right, san wasn't supposed to be out tonight. he's got a missed call from hongjoong already, and you're helping san figure out what to say to the coaches now.

"just own up to it," you tell him. "they'll appreciate the honesty. and tell them you beat that guy up because he was being mean to me, that'll help your case too."

"no," san shakes your head. "i'm not bringing you into this. i don't want to hurt your reputation."

"do it," you shrug. "i was there. i was part of it. if you don't tell them now, i will tomorrow when i do their preseason interviews."

"are you sure?"

"yep," you reply. "it'll help take some of the heat off of you. sources tell me not everyone is sold on you yet, but if they know you were defending my honor it'll get you some respect in the clubhouse."

"do you have blackmail on all these guys?" san jokes as he tries to focus on typing a text with one hand. you're done wiping the blood from his knuckles, and you've found a small cut on his hand that you need to cover. you step away for a second to bend down in front of your sink, searching through the cabinet below. san tries to hide that he's staring, but he does a poor job. he watches still as you stand up and tear open a bandaid, but he scoffs when he sees what's on it. "you are not making me wear a hello kitty bandaid."

"so you want to get infected?" you ask as you put the bandaid on him anyway. you trace your thumb over it softly, making sure it's laying flat, but you realize how tender this moment is. you're holding san's bruised hand in yours, standing so close to him that your legs are between his spread ones. you take a step back, but san uses his free hand to grab you by the waist.

"where you going, doll?" he whispers, looking up at you softly.

"you need an ice pack," you whisper back.

"you're not gonna kiss it to make it better?" he pouts, and you laugh to hide the way your heart skipped a beat.

"that doesn't work you know," you say as you bring his hand to your lips regardless. you place a delicate kiss to his soft skin, holding eye contact with him to watch his reaction.

"you're right, that didn't work," he sighs, and you start to let go. "maybe this will?" he asks, bringing you closer before cupping your face and pulling you down to his lips. he kisses you once, separating from you with a satisfied look on his face. "there. i'm all good now."

"nice," you squeak. "was this all an elaborate ploy to make me kiss you? because you could've just asked."

"really?" san asks gleefully. "will you kiss me?"

"just did."

"again," he pouts, and you lean down to kiss him quickly. he uses both his hands to hold you in place, his lips caressing yours as he lets out a quiet hum. he pulls back just to lean his forehead against yours and says, "yeah, that's got healing power baby."

"you still need ice," you tell him, stepping back before he can grab onto you again. "come on. maybe we can kiss some more in my kitchen?"

-

san ends up sleeping on your couch. he wouldn't let you leave after fixing up his hand, insisting that you've done enough for him tonight. he'll deal with his car in the morning. you tried giving him the bed, but it barely worked. he wouldn't even let you finish your sentence before he started covering his ears and shaking his head. you gave him an innocent kiss goodnight after setting him up with more pillows and blankets than one guy needs, and you both went to sleep.

except, he wasn't there when you got up. you set your alarm earlier than you planned, but even then you walk into your living room to find all the pillows stacked and blankets neatly folded. the only sign that san was here. well, that and the breakfast he ordered that waits for you on your kitchen table.

san had to be the first one at practice, so he couldn't wait for you to wake up. he also couldn't burden you more than he already has, so he woke before dawn and got to work. his hand feels fine, not great, but he thinks he can get through practice. he's rehearsed what he's going to say to the coaches, the team, the press, and he hopes it's enough.

-

most of your work for the day will take place in a smaller media room that's been set up for your one-on-one interviews with the coaching staff. that means you have no reason to linger outside the locker room, hoping to see san and check that he's ok. you distract yourself by going over the notes for the first interview, and before you know it, there's a knock at the door. it's the pitching coach, one of your favorite people on the team. he pokes his head in and smiles, so you welcome him as you dive into the same spiel you always do for these interviews. you're a pro, and the guys know what they're doing too, so it should be easy going. but as soon as you sit down to start, the coach stares at you with a look that's up to no good.

"so you were out with san last night," he states.

"i wasn't out with him," you explain. "we happened to be at the same bar."

"i heard he wrecked his hand defending you," the coach continues.

"he wrecked it?" you ask, more concern in your voice than you probably needed. "will he be able to play?"

"he'll play just fine," he nods. "don't you worry. we all heard what happened. shoot, some of the coaches and me were sending the videos back and forth last night. i tell you what, the boy's an idiot, but we've let men get by with worse. like i said, don't you worry."

"good," you breathe in relief. "then should we get started?"

-

it was a long day, after an incredibly long night, so when it's time for you to leave you're exhausted. you've been all over the place today, trying to keep up with your schedule, tracking people down for interviews, and you misplaced your notebook at least four times. you can't wait to get home, shower, and immediately go to sleep, but as you approach your car you realize you've lost your keys.

"shit," you hiss, dumping most of your bag out onto the hood of your car. you're mining through all your junk, wondering if it's too late to head back inside.

"hey," san says from behind you, and you jump.

"jesus!" you whip around to stare at him. "you scared me!"

"sorry ace," he smiles sheepishly. "thought you heard me coming."

"obviously not!" you screech, your heart still racing. "what's up?"

"looking for these?" he asks, dangling your keychain in front of you.

"oh my god you're a life saver," you sigh in relief, taking the keys from him gratefully. "how did you know these were mine?"

"i recognized them from last night," he shrugs. "and from the mascot keychain. i remember someone saying they had a childhood obsession with phil the bucket?"

"stop paying so much attention to me, could you?" you ask as you start shoveling your things back into your purse.

"here, let me help," san says as he joins you. he holds your purse open as you slide its contents back inside. "i owe you from last night, so consider this my starting point."

"the starting point?" you smile at him, and he nods.

"yep," he says nonchalantly. "first i found your keys, now the bag thing, and next, i don't know, maybe i take you to dinner?"

"hm, tonight?" you ask, and he nods again. "i have plans."

"then cancel them," san replies. you can tell he's joking by the glimmer of mischief in his eyes, but you know he really wants you to say yes.

"where would we go?"

"somewhere nice so i can spoil you," san says simply, closing your purse and walking to the driver's side of your car. "can i pick you up in thirty?"

"thirty minutes isn't enough time to get ready for a date, san," you frown.

"yeah, but any longer and i'll miss you too much," he pouts. you cup his chin and bring that pout to your lips, kissing him softly before you pull away.

"did that buy me another thirty?"

"twenty," he replies. "maybe twenty five if you promise to wear something sexy."

"deal."

-

as promised, san is outside your building exactly fifty five minutes later. you worried that not having his number and vice versa would make it hard to coordinate, but you're surprised when you check your phone and find that he texted you.

"i'm outside, ace," his text reads. no 'this is san' or anything to identify himself. you know it's him, so you tell him you're coming out.

you worry briefly you won't know which car is his, but as soon as you step outside you let out a soft laugh. of course he's got the most expensive car here, and of course he's leaned against the passenger door waiting for you. he lets out a low whistle as you approach, and you could act coy, but the reporter in you has to ask, "how'd you get my number, san?"

"i'm not giving up my source," he smiles smugly, opening the door for you. "you look incredible."

"it's nice seeing you in something other than baseball clothes for once," you reply. you take his hand and let him help you into the car, watching intently as he crosses the front to reach the driver's side. you're turned to him when he sits, and ask, "seriously. was it hongjoong? one of the coaches? you know they'll be on your ass if they find out you took me on a date."

"i'm not telling," san smirks again. "you gonna buckle your seatbelt or you need me to do it for you?"

"why, you a bad driver or something?" you tease.

"says the woman who gave me whiplash last night."

"i was trying to make a quick getaway before you got stormed by adoring fans again," you remind him.

"always looking out for me," he shakes his head. "i think someone has a crush." you don't respond, instead looking out the window to hide your smile. "you not saying anything isn't helping your case."

"no comment?" you reply, feeling proud at the blush on san's cheeks when you turn back to him. "so where's the superstar taking me?"

"san, the very nice young man you agreed to go out with, is taking you to one of his favorite restaurants," he replies.

"you've lived here like a week, how do you already have a favorite restaurant?"

"there was a place in one of the cities i used to play in, i went there every week," he explains as he drives. you catch yourself staring, but he doesn't seem to mind, so you continue. "the nicest staff. best food. always packed. then one day, it's gone. the owner and his wife moved so they could be closer to their daughter while she was at school, and they ended up here. he gave me a call as soon as my trade was final." you guess a couple places it could be, but they're all wrong. "so ms. know it all doesn't actually know it all?"

"don't call me that," you groan. "there's plenty i don't know."

"enlighten me, ace."

"i can't do math to save my life," you admit, and that gets a laugh out of san. "i don't know how to fold a fitted sheet. and don't tell anyone, but that new stat all the baseball pundits are talking about? it makes no sense to me."

"oh, that's easy," san says, and he falls into a comfortable conversation about baseball. you always wanted this from the guys you date, but despite your work, most guys assume that you don't know anything about sports because you're a woman. you're grateful that you don't feel that way around san, and you start to relax a little bit. you're not on a date with superstar outfielder choi san, you remind yourself. just san. just a, what did he say, a very nice young man?

that niceness continues when he parks his car, rushing to your door to get it for you. he takes your hand to help you out and doesn't let go as you walk in, and you're genuinely shocked that you haven't heard of this place before. it's fabulous, beautiful inside and out, and as soon as you walk in you're hearing san's name called. but this time it's not a fanatic, just a kind looking man and his wife.

"sannie!" she exclaims, pulling him into a soft hug. "oh, it's so nice to see you again. we were so happy when we heard you were coming here. i think it'll be good for you."

"me too," san agrees. he turns to the man then, the owner, and they exchange a manly handshake and similar pleasantries before he turns to you. "this is y/n, by the way. star reporter, loved by all-"

"and way out of your league," the owner winks at you. you feel yourself blush as san agrees, and then he's escorting you to your table. as you walk through the restaurant you notice it's surprisingly empty. didn't san say their last place was always full?

the owner helps you with your seat as his wife explains the specials, but you don't see a menu anywhere. you look at san quizzically and he gives you a look that says he'll explain shortly. after some more kindness, the owner and his wife are gone, and you get a chance to really take this place in.

"if you're wondering where the menu is," san starts, "they won't give us one. they never let me order when i come here, they just decide for me. and it's the best food i've ever had, each time."

"can't wait," you smile at him. "is this place as popular as their last one, you think?"

"i know it is," san nods. "that's why i booked it just for us."

"what?"

"i told them i was bringing a date and they offered to stay open late for us," he shrugs. "i hope that's not weird?"

"no," you reply. "i'm sure they're used to it by now."

"used to what?"

"you bringing dates here," you answer. "i can't be the only lucky lady you've done this with."

"well consider yourself lucky, ace," he says. "you're different."

"like can't be seen in public with me different?" you tease. "san, i'm flattered."

"no ace," he laughs. "i wanted this to be special, but if you want a crowd i can call the team-"

"no," you cut him off, grabbing his hand that's laid out on the table. "i like this. it's nice."

"told you i was gonna spoil you, doll," san smiles. "get used to it."

"should i?" you challenge, but san just continues smiling as a waiter brings by your drinks. you feel your walls falling more and more as the night goes on, as you and san eat some of the best food you've ever had. he's fun to be around, you think. maybe you'll give him more of a chance than you were expecting.

"so. i have a question," san says after the plates from your meal are cleared. you're waiting for dessert, but you're not sure you can eat much more.

"shoot," you tell him. "i ask you plenty, so ask away."

"in the locker room, yesterday i think? you said jongho was your favorite," he finishes with a pout.

"that's not a question," you laugh. "you'd be a shitty reporter."

"compared to you, everyone is," san replies. "but i meant, why is he your favorite? were you serious or just joking?"

"if i had to pick a favorite," you start, "i think it would be jongho. i've always liked catchers, so that works in his favor. he's fun to watch, and a lot of fun to work with."

"you have a thing for catchers?" san teases. "why?"

"not a thing," you say, wishing you could kick him underneath the table. "but maybe? i don't know. catchers do have really nice thighs."

"and outfielders?" san tries.

"never stood out to me," you reply. "it's either catchers or third basemen." you start to explain how your favorite player of all time, the one who got you into baseball, played third base, and you don't worry about sounding too much like a fangirl. you admit to the jerseys, the baseball card collection, all of it, and when you finish you look up to find san watching you with an amused look on his face. "what? too much?"

"no," he shakes his head. "i'm just thinking how good you'd look in one of my jerseys."

"try playing third," you tease. "maybe i'll buy one."

dessert comes then, and your focus turns to the amazing food again. maybe it was just you, but you felt a sort of...tension when you were talking just now. you weren't planning on sleeping with san, really ever, but that look in his eyes when he thought about you in his jersey, maybe the date won't end here.

after another visit from the owner and his wife, and plenty of take out to last you a few days, you're walking back to san's car. there's a chill in the air, so you gravitate to him for warmth. his arm circles around your waist, pulling you to his side, and he squeezes your hip. you feel goosebumps erupt on your skin, and you wonder again where the night might be going.

ever the gentleman, san helps you back into your seat and places your food carefully in the back. you're looking at him now in a new light, imagining how his hands would feel on your hips without a layer of clothes separating your skin from his. you're so caught up in your thoughts that you don't notice san has taken his seat, or that he said something to you. you ask him to repeat it, and he has a happy look on his face as he says, "thanks for going out with me, doll."

"thanks for asking," you reply. "i had a great time."

"good," he nods with finality, starting the car without another word. he doesn't even look at you again until he gets close to your building, and all those thoughts of what would happen next have left your mind. whatever vibe you caught from him in the restaurant was gone, he obviously wasn't planning on coming up to your apartment after this. your suspicions were confirmed when he pulls up to your door, turning to you with that same sappy look. "i had a great time tonight, y/n. thank you."

"yeah, sure," you mewl, gathering your things. "um, the food-"

"take all of it," san insists, twisting back to grab the bags. "this isn't exactly on my in-season diet, so i'm not sure how much i could sneak before the dietician clocks me for it."

"right, thanks," you nod, laden down with bags as you struggle to open your door. "well, thanks."

"you said that already ace."

"right," you repeat. "um, so, see you at work i guess?"

"looking forward to it," he smiles softly. "text me when you get in?"

"right," you say again, stepping out of his car without looking back.

-

the season starts shortly after your date with san, so you're too busy with work to think about it.

except that's a lie, you can't stop thinking about it. how could san be so flirty, act so into you, and then end the night without so much as a kiss goodbye? you don't want it to, but it's bothering you.

you don't have a reason to see him, at work or otherwise, until the first day of the season. you're set up in the dock next to the home dugout so you can get updates or a quick interview for the broadcast. you see san for the first time in days then, sitting there with your notebook and a headset, as he takes the field for warmups. it might be your mind playing tricks on you, but you swear san looks for you as he waits for seonghwa. as soon as his eyes find yours he turns around, jogging to the outfield after. you shake it off and get to work, checking your notes to make sure you've got the info right for the game. san will be the leadoff hitter, and you feel a pit of excitement in your stomach at the thought of watching him play. just from watching him in practice you know he's good, but he's electric when there's a real win on the line. still, you don't let your thoughts linger on him too long. you've got a job to do.

the game runs like clockwork, and the team easily knocks down three outs to switch sides. you don't look up when they walk to the dugout, afraid of catching san's eyes again. you don't look up until you hear the announcer call san's name, watching his back as he walks to the plate. through your headset, you can hear the commentators upstairs in the press box listing off his accomplishments at past teams, painting him in this otherworldly light. he's a superstar for a reason, his stats show that, and the way they're talking about him upstairs shows that everyone is captivated by him.

the pitcher, not intimidated by the silver slugger he's facing, sets up his first pitch. it's a curveball, somewhere in the 80 mph range, and it looks like it's gonna be a ball. but san is confident, his stance strong, his shoulders poised just so, and you watch in amazement as he rears back and completely shreds it. the ball is gone before anyone knows what's happening, and your eyes stay locked on san as he rounds the bases. when he approaches first, he looks directly at you, pointing in your direction as he turns at the bag. your heart is racing, you notice, and you shake off your surprise so you can describe the hit in your already cramped notes.

the rest of the game is exciting, but nothing matches san's leadoff homer. you could tell that lit the team up, an enthusiasm in every at bat, every play. your team wins, by a lot, and you go through the motions of finding players and coaches to interview for the post-game show as fans file out and the grounds crew comes in. the one person you're hoping to snag is nowhere to be seen, though.

by the time you're done with your work on the field, the post-game conference is already over. you're not sure if san gave a quote there and that's why you missed him on the field, but you don't care. the team won't mind, so you make your way to the locker room to find the man who's been running laps through your head all day.

san knows as soon as you enter the locker room that you're looking for him. he's showered and dressed in his outside clothes, his jersey neatly folded on the bench beside him as you approach.

"hey ace," he greets you. "some game huh?"

"it was good," you nod. "nice hit."

"glad you liked it," he replies cockily. "did it for you."

"can i quote you on that?" you ask, and san chuckles.

"come on doll, why the cold shoulder? i did what you asked, i helped your team win. figured that would get me on your good side."

"i just need a quote about that hit," you stand your ground. "i'm risking my innocence the longer i stay here, so if you could just say something arrogant on the record, i'll be on my way."

san can tell something is up, so he returns your formality with some of his own. you're in and out in less than five minutes, heading to the press room to collect your thoughts before you shoot your editor a text about your incoming story. as you stand there typing, you hear someone come up behind you so you start walking toward the exit.

"y/n, wait," san calls, and you want to walk faster. you want to leave and not look back, but he adds a quiet, "please." and you take a deep breath before you turn.

"what's up?" you ask. "i've got a deadline."

"you left this," san says simply, offering you the folded jersey from his locker. "i...whatever. it was my jersey from this game. i want you to have it."

"what?" you're shocked, aware of how much it costs for a player to give away a game worn jersey. it may not be much to san in the long run, but still. it softens your heart and you take it wordlessly, searching for something to say in thanks.

"well," san sighs. "see you tomorrow."

"san, wait!" you call before he can get too far. he looks back at you hopefully, and you jog to catch up with him. "why..." as you trail off, you look up to him and find an unreadable look on his face. "sorry for being a dick earlier, i just-"

"no worries," he shakes his head. "i get it, the season changes things, so-"

"did you take me out the other night to pay me back for helping you at the bar?" you ask what you've been wondering for a few days now. "because, i don't know. i thought we...or i, um, i felt...something. and when you dropped me off, it was like you changed."

"changed how?"

"before that, i thought you were into me," you try to say nonchalantly. "but after..."

"you think i'm not into you now?" he asks sadly, and you nod. "check your facts, ace. i think it's the opposite."

"well i wasn't sure-"

"you want me to prove it?" san asks, taking a step closer to you. "or you got a story you need to get back to?"

"i have time," you whisper, looking in his eyes. they're darker, more serious, a little hooded. that tension you felt the other night is back, and it takes your breath away briefly.

"come with me," san's tugging your hand, dragging you along behind him as he leads you outside. a quick scan of the parking lot tells him you're alone, so he rushes you to his car. again, he helps you in, rushing to toss his things in the back. you're sitting there, his jersey gripped in one hand and your notebook in the other. when he opens his door, you mumble something about your stuff, but he cuts you off. "you can get it tomorrow, ace. i'm taking you home now."

"but my keys-"

"i'm taking you to my place," he cuts you off again, looking to you as he starts the car. "there a problem?

"no," you reply meekly, and san is satisfied. he drives like a madman to his place, not far from the stadium. he parks in the deck below, bringing you with him to an elevator close by. he punches the button to his floor before he pounces, cupping your face to crash his lips into yours.

"can't believe you thought i didn't want you," he grumbles, dragging his hands to your neck, down your arms, to grip your waist. "ridiculous." he kisses you again, pulling you by the waist out of the elevator into his hallway. he only detaches from you to find his keys, hands steady as he undoes the lock. he pulls you inside and doesn't give you a chance to look around, capturing your lips in a kiss again. you finally drop your stupid notebook, embarrassed that you've been holding onto it this whole time. you start to let go of his jersey too, but he stops you. "what are you doing, ace? told you i've been thinking about you wearing my jersey."

"what-"

"put it on, baby," he coaxes you, his hands guiding yours. "let's get you out of this librarian dress and into something a little sexier."

"san, slow down," you say breathlessly, following him into his apartment. he collapses on the couch, watching you with that same fire in his eyes from earlier. "what now?"

"change," he replies. "put the jersey on."

"not fair," you pout. "i'm gonna be naked and i don't even get to see you shirtless?"

san tears his shirt off in record time, sitting back with a challenging look on his face.

"your turn, doll."

with shaky hands, you undo the zipper to your dress, letting it fall as san lets out a hiss of air. you slide your arms into the jersey, amazed that it still smells like his cologne after a game in the sun. you kind of flop your arms out after that, like a 'what now?' and san pats his thigh.

"sit," he commands.

"what?"

"you ask a lot of questions."

"it's my job," you quip back, and san lets his head fall back in a laugh.

"you said you had a thing for thighs, baby. figured you'd be jumping at the chance to ride mine."

spurred on by adrenaline and the growing pit of excitement in your stomach, you do as he says, straddling his thigh as you drape your arms over his broad shoulders.

"what now?" you whisper into his ear, nipping just beneath it to drive him insane. his hands return to your waist, and whispering into your ear, he says, "ride me, doll."

you grind against his thigh, sucking in a breath at the friction. you take it at your own pace, going slow so you don't overwhelm your senses. san's warm skin under your hands, his scent surrounding you, it's intoxicating. you let your hips move on their own accord, picking up speed as the pressure in your core builds. you let out a breathy moan when he bounces his leg, and his grip on your waist tightens.

"how's it feel, baby?" he asks, watching you intently.

"good, san, feels good."

"then go faster," he smirks. "might feel even better." you do, gasping as a hand leaves your waist to trace over your bra. his hand dips beneath the fabric, pulling a breast free before moving to the next cup to do the same. both of his hands find your chest, tweaking your nipples as he watches you unravel above him. "how's it feel now?"

"i'm close," you whine, hips jerking as your core gets too sensitive. you try to stand, to move things along, but san grabs onto your ass and guides you against his thigh.

"if you're close then why are you running away?" he chuckles. "show me how good it feels, ace."

"fuck," you whisper, grinding against him harder. "i'm almost there, but i-i can't, san, need more. need your fingers."

"you do?" he pouts. "i don't think you've earned it."

"i have," you whine, squeezing his thigh between yours. "fuck. if you don't do it i will."

"show me," he challenges, and you stand before he can stop you. you take your panties off, tossing them somewhere before sitting back down on his thigh. you cry out at the new contact, your arousal ruining his pants. you look down and see just how much you're dripping onto his leg, moaning as san guides you faster. you pop two fingers into your mouth and then reach down to rub your clit, crying out as you come.

"fuck, san," you moan, hips sputtering over him as you chase your high. "jesus." you let your head fall to his shoulder, your hand stilling at your core as you catch your breath.

"so dirty, baby," he whispers, brushing your hair away from your neck to trail kisses across your skin. his jersey has fallen from your shoulder, so he takes his time leaving a mark on the exposed skin as you come down. "you look real good in my jersey, making yourself feel good like that."

"what now?" you ask again, nipping at his ear.

"you ready so soon?" he asks. "so eager."

"i'm afraid you're gonna come in your pants," you whisper in his ear. "don't wanna ruin the fun before it even starts."

you shriek then, feeling san lift you like it's nothing. he kicks his bedroom door open before dropping you on the bed, taking a minute to admire you splayed out on his sheets as he undoes his pants. you're still breathless, watching him undress, and you feel your breath catch when he pulls his cock free.

"what, don't think you can handle it?" san asks, tearing a condom packet open with his teeth. "gotta say, i'd be disappointed."

"try me."

san crawls over you next, trapping your hands in his as he drags them above your head. he holds them in place as he guides his cock to your core, slapping it against your clit teasingly. you moan, hips bucking to chase the feeling. he keeps teasing you though, coating his cock in your arousal.

"so wet for me, baby," he groans. "are you like this when i play?"

"no," you grit your teeth. "san, please-"

"please what, baby?" he asks, stopping completely. his tip is pressed to your entrance, but he's not moving, and you squirm beneath him. "use your words, pretty girl. you get this wet when you see me?"

"when i think about fucking you, yeah," you respond honestly.

"and how often is that? just ballpark."

"sometimes."

"every day?" he asks, pressing his tip past your walls. he won't give you more than that, so you whimper, and he smirks. "tell me."

"since we kissed," you admit, wishing you could hide your blushing cheeks.

"aw, baby's been desperate that long?" he tsks. "i'm sorry, doll. didn't know you wanted me that bad."

"just fuck me, san."

"ask me."

"huh?"

"ask me how often i think about fucking you," he replies with a shit eating grin.

"how often?"

he thrusts into you, pulling a moan from deep within your chest. he leans down and kisses you, biting your bottom lip with his teeth as he pulls away. then he whispers, thrusting with each word, "every single day."

he keeps thrusting into you, capturing your lips in another searing kiss. you moan into his mouth, whining his name, and you twist away long enough to ask, "let go of my hands. wanna touch you."

he lets you go, and your hands grip his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. he groans, egging you on, and you drag your nails down his back as you say, "your shoulders."

"what?"

"your shoulders. they drive me insane," you admit. "catchers have nice thighs, sure, but, fuck, you're built like a god."

"a god?" he smiles, and you can tell you're gonna regret saying that. "what else drives you insane?"

"hm, everything about you?" you reply. "you're infuriating."

"and you're close already," he smirks. "i can feel you clenching around me, baby. this feels good too?"

"so good," you nod. "can i come?"

"wait," he hisses, pulling out as you whine. "patience, baby. wanna try something else."

you let san move you how he wants, sitting up further on his bed as he props your legs open. he slides his hands beneath your legs, almost folding you in half as he cups your head. he moves you so you can see your dripping pussy, shining in the low light of his room.

"help me out, ace," he says, and with shaky hands you guide him back to your entrance. he thrusts, both of you watching as he enters you, and you moan in sync as he thrusts all the way in. he stills for a moment, loving the way you clench around him, and he speeds up, fucking you so fast you can't catch your breath. "shit. look at you, taking me so well."

"can i come now?" you whine, but he shakes his head again. "san!"

"wait for me, baby," he insists, thrusting faster. you can barely take it, but then his hips jerk, and you know he's close. "now, come on my cock, fuck-"

"san, oh my god," you cry out, bucking forward until your forehead is pressed against his, watching as you come around him. you feel him come with you, and you stay trapped in his hold as he slows down. he kisses you softly before he lets go, his hands carding through your hair as he helps you lay down.

"be right back," he whispers, kissing your forehead before he disappears. he comes back with water and a wet washcloth, handing you the cool glass as he cleans you up. you hand it back to him when he's done so he can take a sip, and then he leaves again to toss the condom. he collapses back into bed when he returns, immediately pulling you into his chest as he nuzzles his head into your neck. "can't believe you'd think i didn't want you, doll."

"this might be the first time anyone's proved me wrong," you tease, yelping when you feel him bite your skin. "mean!" he moves to lay his chin on your chest, looking up at you with warmth in his eyes. you brush some of his sweaty hair from his forehead as he speaks.

"do you wanna stay the night?" he asks. "please say yes. but if you don't want to, give me a minute and i can drive you home. but i really want you to stay."

"i'll stay," you nod, cupping his cheek as you stare at him. "you're really handsome, you know?"

"am i?" he smiles. "tell me more."

"that's all you get," you say as you flick his nose, and he scoots up the bed to lay his head next to yours. you're both quiet for a minute, thoughts flooding your head. you don't realize you're frowning until san whines.

"what's that face for?" he pouts, propping himself up on his arm as he stares down at you. "you want to go home."

"no, i'm just thinking," you pout back.

"about?"

"what will the team say if they see our walk of shame?"

"about time," he replies, kissing you before he lays back down. "i talk about you all the time, so i'm sure they'll be thrilled to know i finally got some."

"you're sick," you giggle, pinching him. "but maybe you should go in first. just to be safe."

"whatever you want ace," he hums, looking at you again. "you gonna sleep in my jersey, or can i give you another shirt to wear?"

-

despite your exhaustion from your night with san, you still had a story to write. it wasn't yet midnight, so after san gave you a shirt to sleep in you stayed up, furiously typing on your phone to get the story done in time. you thought san had fallen asleep beside you, his quiet breathing providing a sort of metronome to keep you focused. but as you got to a certain point in your story, you realized you need your notebook. you can't remember where it might be, so you try to quietly slip out of bed and go looking.

"come back to bed," san grumbles, making you jump.

"i thought you were asleep," you whisper, looking at him from the doorway. the sheets have pooled around his waist, and his chest is flushed. you wish you could just lay down with him, rest your head on his warm chest, and fall into the deepest sleep. but you've never filed a story late, and you're not interested in doing so tonight.

"i'm not going to sleep till you do," he answers, rubbing his eyes. he pulls the sheets away and slides out of bed himself, shuffling toward the door after you.

"what are you doing?" you ask, taking a step back.

"if you leave me alone in here i might die," he says seriously. "you looking for your notebook? i put it on my coffee table," he explains, placing his hand at the small of your back while he guides you through his apartment. you barely have a second to grab it from the table before san is pulling you down onto the couch with him, locking you in his hold on his lap.

"um, san?" you ask. "i need my arms." he groans as he loosens his grip, and you try to scoot over to take up the ample space left on the couch.

"uh uh," he shakes his head, looking at you with sleepy eyes. "you're staying right here until you finish."

"but you'll distract me," you pout, which san tries to kiss away.

"distract you, or motivate you to hurry up so we can go to sleep?"

"fine," you sigh, getting comfortable in his lap as you prop your notebook open on his chest. "keep that there for me."

"yes ma'am," he mumbles, closing his eyes as you work. you flip through a few pages and find what you were looking for, trying to concentrate on transcribing the quote, but it's hard. you're not comfortable, so you keep shifting. san's hands tighten around you, but you ignore it. just a few more minutes and you'll be done, but damn, is your leg cramping? you try to move again, but end up yelping when you feel san pinch your thighs. "baby," he whines. "stop moving. i'm getting hard."

"jesus, really?" you ask, shifting again to see for yourself. "oh hello there."

"stop," san chuckles, looking at you with hooded eyes. "are you almost done?"

"i've got a few more sentences, then i need to proofread it," you reply. "so kinda."

"alright," he nods. "keep working, ace." so you do, reading back a few lines to catch your train of thought. you frown though, feeling san's hands trail up your thighs to play with the material of your panties.

"san, stop," you tell him. "you're being a distraction."

"ah, no i'm not," he says, cupping you in his hold as he sits forward. he fidgets with something for a minute before resting back against the cushions, and you gasp when you feel his cock against you. "i'm motivating you, remember?"

"san, what are you doing-"

"just keep working baby," he coos, pulling your panties to the side before sliding his cock through your folds. "want you to sit on it until you finish."

"funny," you twist his nipple, and he hisses.

"ah, no pun intended," he smiles, "but happy coincidence. come on, i'm bored, and if i don't do this i'll fall asleep."

"then sleep! i won't be able to focus with you...in me."

"try," san kisses you, sitting back with a smirk. "i believe in you baby. now keep working."

you look at the time and groan, because you don't have time to argue with him. you watch as he lifts your hips and sinks into you, letting out a shaky breath once your hips are slotted against his. he keeps his eyes on you, taking in every wince, every jolt, every bite of your lip to stop from whimpering. you feel so full, and san is so warm, and you can't focus but you're almost done-

"read the story to me," san says next, breaking through your thoughts once again.

"hold on," you say, completing the final sentence before you scroll back to the top. "on the record i think you're insane."

"that's a weird way to start an article about baseball," san smirks, so you roll your hips to get him to shut up. you start reading your story, and he listens like he's hooked on every word. at the first mention of his name, he lifts you up slightly before bringing your hips back down and you stutter on your words. "come on ace, keep reading."

"fuck you," you breathe out.

"you are," he smirks again, and you grit your teeth as you continue. you speed through the story, but san keeps slowly fucking you as you go. you find a typo and he stills while you fix it, but as you get to the end he picks up speed. when you finally read the last word, you place a hand on his chest and he stops again.

"let me send this to my editor, please, and then you can keep defiling me," you beg.

"i learn so many new words being around you," san jokes, but you're not listening. you manage to send the story at 11:59 exactly, and you toss your phone away before grabbing onto san's shoulders.

"you need a hobby or something," you get out between moans as he starts fucking you again. "fuck. feel so full, san."

"yeah?" he sighs. "you feel incredible. so tight, so warm for me."

"shit, you're not wearing a condom," you realize. "get out."

"hold on," he whines. "i'll pull out. just give me a minute. are you close?"

"very confident in your skills," you point out. "we haven't been fucking that long."

"but i can feel you dripping around me," he says, pinching your hips. "feel you squeezing me. i know you're loving this baby."

"i'm almost there," you fess up, rolling your hips against him to get some more friction. he brings a hand around to your core, his thumb tracing over your clit so teasingly it's driving you insane. you collapse in his hold, your head resting against his shoulder as you let out breathy moans. he slows down, just to tease you more, and you bite his shoulder.

"ow!"

"keep going," you groan against his skin. "gonna come, fuck-" and you feel your high crash into you, hips jerking against san's as you come. you're quick to hop off of him, which he protests, but you sit before him on your knees as you stroke his cock. he's got to be close, so you bring his tip to your lips to suck him into your mouth. he lets go almost immediately, gasping above you as he comes into your mouth. as soon as he's done, he pulls you off of him with a huff.

"show me, doll," he rasps, and you stick your tongue out to show him his release. you swallow most of it, some drips sneaking past your lips so you sit up and wipe them off on the edge of his boxers, still caught around his knees. "hey!"

"you can deal," you tell him, standing with his help. your legs are shaky, and the exhaustion is really hitting you now. "come on, let's go to bed before you keep us up all night."

-

for the next week or so, you and san fall into a habit of going home with each other after each game. the first two series of the season are at home, so it makes things easy for you. you don't have to talk about what you are to san or vice versa, it's just understood that any free time you have will be spent with each other.

you're getting nervous, though, because the first away series is this weekend. you're strictly a local reporter, so you don't travel with the team. you'll report solely based on what the broadcast team on site is saying, or by bugging the team with phone calls. a little piece of you is nervous that san will fall back into his superstar ways, because he did have a reputation before coming here for having...friends...in every city. you try to push that feeling away for now, but it keeps nagging you at the worst times.

like now, san has cornered you in the clubhouse, kissing you in between questions for your next story and all you can think about is the trip this weekend. you're trying to focus on the story, really. the team is on an unbeaten streak, and some of the guys have cited san as the reason for that. word around the team is that his energy and passion for the game has made them better. you're trying to get something heartfelt out of him, but he's distracted.

"baby, i'm doing some of my best work here," he mumbles against your lips. "can't the questions wait?"

"i'm on a deadline san, you know that," you say as you put your hand on his chest and push back. "two more questions, and then i'm all yours."

"fine," he sighs, taking a step back. his hands stay on your waist as you talk, his thumbs rubbing your skin beneath your shirt. you're able to get what you need, so you stop the recording on your phone and put it away.

"you know, if anyone ever hears those, i'd be fired," you tell him as you drape your arms over his shoulders.

"good thing i'm loaded," san smirks. "i can buy their silence and you can keep your job."

"you know i used to be a clean reporter?" you pinch his neck. "you're really blurring my ethical lines here."

"i won't tell if you don't," he whispers, kissing you again. you stay like that, lips locked together, until a buzzing in san's pocket interrupts you. "ah, i should get that."

"who's calling? you don't have friends," you tease him, your uneasy mind wondering if it's one of his usuals from out of state.

"it's the equipment team," he explains, "they've never packed my stuff for an away trip before so they want to confirm before they ship out."

san answers the call, but keeps a protective arm hooked around you so you can't leave. you distract yourself with a stray thread on his shirt as he talks, and when he hangs up he places his hand over yours.

"whatcha thinking about, ace?"

"when do you leave for the series this weekend?" you ask nonchalantly, avoiding his gaze.

"day after tomorrow," he replies. "i figured we'd get an off day here, but they want us to come in for an extra practice to stay sharp."

"gotta keep that win streak going on the road," you tell him. "like you promised."

"exactly," he smiles. "so when will you leave?"

"huh?"

"for the series," san asks in an equally confused tone. "you're coming with us, right?"

"i don't travel with the team," you shake your head. "so i'll be here, wasting away."

"aw, you're gonna miss me," san coos, pulling you into his side as he walks you down the hall. "guess i gotta fit in as much y/n time as i can before i go."

"seems like it," you give him a tightlipped smile before pulling away. "i gotta go back out to the field, i'm doing a report in a few minutes. so i'll text you when i'm done?"

"sure," he nods, kissing your forehead before you go.

-

you went back to your apartment at the end of the day, tired and mind racing. you're not even dating san, why are you so concerned about what he might get up to on this road trip? you try to busy yourself until san comes by with dinner, so you're in the middle of washing dishes when there's a knock at your door. you let san in, stepping to the side in your small entryway to let him through. it leaves him standing incredibly close to you as you close the door, but once the space is cleared he stays where he is.

"you can come in, weirdo," you laugh. "do you need me to move?"

"no hug? no kiss?" he complains, pouting his lips as if waiting for a smooch.

"my hands are wet," you say as you hold them up, "so no hug, but-" you stand on your toes and aim a kiss perfectly on top of lips, spinning around quickly after to go back to the kitchen. "put everything on the coffee table, i'll get plates."

you walk into your living room to find a feast laid out for you. how'd you miss san carrying in so much food? you place plates down for you both, sitting next to san so your thighs touch. he piles food on your plate as you tell him about the rest of your day, but when he keeps going you make him stop.

"do you think i never eat?" you laugh. "why the mountain of food?"

"i'll be out of town for a while," he shrugs. "gotta make sure you're taken care of before i go."

"right," you nod. "thank you, but this is plenty."

"want me to feed it to you?" he asks with a sappy look on his face, but you know he's serious.

"i'll kick you out if you even try."

"then what about you feeding me?"

"are you excited for the first road trip of the year?" you change the subject.

"i am," he says slowly. "not much to see there, though, so it'll be a boring trip. especially if you're not coming..."

"can't," you remind him. "the big man won't allow it."

"but let's say, i don't know, a player on the team had an extra ticket to the game...then what?"

"huh?" you look at him confused. "what are you saying?"

"if i told you i got you a ticket to the game, would you come?" he asks sincerely. he grabs your hand and squeezes, saying, "i need my good luck charm there."

"san, i don't know," you shake your head. "how would i get there? where would i stay?"

"you could travel with the other wives and girlfriends," he answers. "apparently it's a whole big trip, they do this every year for the first away series."

"but i'm not a wife or a girlfriend," you tell him. "i'm a reporter."

"then why don't you leave the notebook at home and just come to the game as my girlfriend?"

"your girlfriend?" you smile. "i think i can do that."

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The First Taste (p. 3)

DBF!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: You thought that it was just going to be you and your dad watching football together, but a lonely Joel comes over to join you two.

Warnings: SMUT!! pet names, porn with little plot, dom!joel, age gap, PiV, daddy kink, joel is a little bit of a perv, cursing, breast play?, reader and joel almost caught by reader's dad, teasing, fingering, slight dom!reader, hair pulling, football, joel is lonely, mentions of sarah, tommy, and maria

Song Inspo (feel free to listen if you want): Bathroom by Montell Fish

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: not me being gone for months...i swear i did not forget about yall! i had this saved in a google doc since november and haven't had the time nor motivation to finish it until now YAY

Enjoy babies! Please reblog, share, like, and comment if you want. <333

It was a shame—there you were, sitting on the couch at home on a Thursday night, waiting for your dad to get back from the store so the two of you could have some snacks while watching football. You didn’t know much about the sport, but it’s not like you had nothing better to do.  

You called your friend and asked her if she would be down to hang out tonight, but lately, she would much rather hang out with her boyfriend than her best friend. While you were a little disappointed by her response, a part of you also felt relieved by her answer. 

It’s not like you had much energy these days after recently getting a job as a teacher assistant at the local elementary school, and while it had been a job that you enjoyed a lot, it was also a demanding job that took a lot of your energy. You were constantly running back and forth from the classroom to the copy room to grab a stack of papers for the teacher, occasionally having to console kids or sometimes having to stop a lesson because someone peed themselves. The teachers would also ask you to create lessons for the day, which took up a lot of your free time outside of the classroom. You didn’t mind it though; after all, it is your job, and more often than not, the kids were sweet and would be on their best behavior depending on the day. 

Today was different; you weren’t as tired as you usually are after work, you didn’t have any work to do, and you had the day off tomorrow. And for that, you were grateful. 

You were lazily stretched out on the couch, watching whatever was on ESPN before the game was set to start. You check your phone for the time and notice that it is almost 8 o'clock and your dad isn't back yet. 

It shouldn’t take him this long to get back, you think to yourself. 

You decide to call him to check up on him, but as soon as you press his contact, you hear a knock at the front door. This confused you for a second because your dad usually used his key to open the door, but maybe he couldn’t since he was carrying bags. You get off the couch and walk to the front door. 

“Took you long enou-” you say right as you swing the door, thinking that it was your dad. However, you cut yourself off when you realized who it was. 

No, it was not your dad, but the last person you were expecting to see today. 

The one and only Joel-fucking-Miller  

“Joel,” you try to sound as normal as possible, but it was obvious from your tone that you were shocked. “W-what are you doing here?” You asked him. You could see the corner of his lips quirk up at your nervousness before going back to his usual serious look. 

It’s not like it is uncommon for Joel to be over at your house, but it was usually during the times you were out of the house. Or your dad would be the one to greet him at the door. After Tommy and Maria moved away and Sarah was out of the house more, Joel's appearances at your house became more frequent. 

“Just here to watch the game with your dad,” he says as he points inside the house. “You mind if I come in, darlin’?” 

“Shit! I’m sorry,” you say, opening the door wider and moving out of the way. “Please, come in.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he says as he enters. You could smell his warm scent just as he walked right past you, making you almost want to go and throw yourself onto him. 

As you were closing the door, you closed your eyes and let out a loud sigh before making your way back to the couch. You felt like a baby deer walking for the first time because you could feel Joel’s eyes on you. And to make matters worse, your legs had brushed against his as you passed by him, causing you to apologize immediately as if he were going to eat you for accidentally touching him. 

“You’re fine, sweetheart,” he chuckles. You sigh with relief before sitting down on the couch, leaving a seat between the two of you. 

The two of you sat there in silence—you sat there tense, while Joel sat there relaxed and unaffected. 

A sense of guilt crept up on you as you sat there, looking at the TV screen in deep thought. 

It had been about two years since whatever that was between you and Joel at the lake, and you still felt guilt whenever your dad would bring him up to you. 

Whenever Joel did come around, he usually brought Sarah with him, and you would hang out with her most of the time. You felt bad for using Sarah as an escape from her dad, but you couldn’t deal with being around Joel.

“Your dad told me about that new job of yours,” Joel asked you, causing you to look over at him. He was looking at you with frowning eyebrows and eyes full of curiosity. “How’s it goin’?”

“It’s nice; it’s fun working with the kids and all that stuff.” You say, sounding a little too enthusiastic. 

“That’s good, sweetheart. I’m proud of you.” He says sincerely, and the dimple on his cheek deepens as he gives you a small grin, almost causing your heart to jump out of your chest.  

Thanks. You say lowly as your face warms up at his words. You liked hearing him say he was proud of you; it made you feel tingly and warm inside. “How’s Sarah been? I haven't seen her around lately,” you say as you try to replace the silence that fell over you two. 

"Oh, that girl—she's hardly ever home these days,” Joel sighs in defeat as he scratches his graying beard. “I can’t even get her to sit down and have a meal with me,” he said lowly. 

All you could do was stare at Joel with a sympathetic look. 

Looking up from his lap, Joel's eyes sparkled with amusement as he looked at you. Watching as you stared at him with your lips frowned down. “Don’t look at me like I'm some wounded animal, sweet girl. I’ll be just fine.” His southern accent sounds more prominent as he says it. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled as you looked away from him, feeling embarrassed for some reason. 

Joel was about to say something to you before you heard the sounds of keys at the front door. You knew that it must’ve been your dad at the door, struggling to get his keys, so you helped him. However, Joel stopped you from getting up after he put his arm in front of you as he got off the couch. 

“I’ll help him, sweetheart,” he says as he winks at you and makes his way to the door to help your dad.  

Oh, Joel.

As soon as Joel opens the door, they both loudly greet each other. He grabs the bags out of your dad's hands and makes his way to the kitchen, where he helps him put things away.

A part of you knew deep down that it was going to be a long night. 

…

About halfway through the game, you were falling asleep as you sat comfortably in the corner of the couch, covered in your blanket. However, your dad and Joel made sure to keep you up as they talked loudly to each other or even loudly cursed at the TV. 

Suddenly, your dad’s phone began to ring loudly, interrupting their conversation. 

You could hear the groan of the leather recliner as your dad stretched out so that he could reach into his pocket to grab his phone. 

“Ah, fuck,” your dad says as he looks at the caller ID. “Gotta take this real quick,” your dad says as he gets up and looks at Joel. “Let me know what happens,” he says as he gestures to the TV, to which Joel nods his head. Joel watched as your dad shuffled down the hall and into his office before shutting the door behind him. 

It was now just the two of you, alone. 

You knew he was watching you because you could feel Joel’s gaze burning into your skin, and you were trying your hardest not to look at him. You sat there, as stiff as a board, as your breathing began to pick up.

“You alright there, darlin’? You look a little nervous over there."

“I’m fine, Joel,” you said curtly as you kept your eyes on the TV. 

He lets out a deep hum, and you almost feel yourself relax as you believe that is the end of your interaction. But Joel speaks again: “Why don’t you come sit with me, sweetheart?" he said as he patted the open spot next to him on the couch. 

You look over at him, and you see that he has this smirk on his face. “I ain’t gonna bite you too hard, baby,” he winks at you with a click of his tongue. You felt

“Come on and be a good girl before your daddy comes back, yeah?” 

It was evident that Joel knew how to talk to you and get you to do anything he wanted because you hesitantly rose off of the couch and made your way over to him. His devilish smirk grows wider, making you even more nervous. 

Just as you are about to sit down next to him, Joel grabs your hips with his strong hands, causing you to let out a yelp as you plop down on his lap. And there you were, sitting sideways on his lap with your back against the arm of the couch. 

You could feel the anger bubbling inside of you at his actions. You were upset that he would grab you like that. 

You turned your head to look at Joel as you began to quietly scold him, afraid that your dad would come out of his office and find you sitting on his friend's lap. “Are you actually out of your fucking mind, Joel? What if my dad-”

Before you could continue, Joel cut you off by placing his warm hand on your thigh with that smirk still on his face. "Oh, darlin’, we’re just sitting here,” he says while looking at you with his brown eyes as he begins to stroke close to your inner thigh with his fingers. “Unless you want me to do somethin’ else," he almost whispers to you as he strokes his fingers further up your thigh. 

You turned your focus away from Joel and to where he was touching you, nearly letting out soft whimpers, but you stopped yourself before they could escape your mouth. “You like that, baby?" He says this as he holds his other hand, resting on the couch, to the back of your neck, holding a firm grip. 

Rather than responding, you just shook your head, leaving Joel unsatisfied because he knew you were lying. He takes his hand from your thigh and brings it to your neck. Now, both of his hands were holding you in place by your neck, and you would be lying again if you said you didn’t enjoy this. 

“Don’t fuckin lie to me, girl. Look me in the eyes and tell me you liked it,” he says as his erection grows. 

You decided you were going to have fun as well.

With his firm grip of both of his hands around your neck, you try your best to turn your head and look at him fully. You look down at his lips before looking into his eyes. “Mm, I loved it, Joel." 

And you were going to take it a step further by placing your hand over his on your throat and making him grip it tighter. “I love it so much, Daddy." You whispered even though the TV volume was high enough that your dad wouldn’t hear what was going on. 

You watch the smirk leave his face, and this dark look flashes in his eyes; he’s serious now.  

“I bet you do, baby,” he says in his husky voice as his fingers dig into your neck. You move your hand down to his wrist as your other one goes for his pointer finger and brings it to your warm mouth. Joel inhales sharply as you suck on the tip of his finger and tease your tongue around it. The sensation of you sucking on his finger immediately shot down to his cock, causing it to strain in his pants, and you could feel it against your thigh. 

Everything about the situation turned Joel on—something about the thrill of his best friend walking out of his office and seeing his daughter sitting on his lap while she sucked on his finger turned him on. He watched closely as your lips were wrapped around his finger, watching as the spit slid down his finger. 

It felt like the two of you were in your world before hearing your dad’s office door swing open. The two of you immediately began to panic; you pulled Joel’s finger out of your mouth and threw yourself off of his lap and onto the cushion next to him as you heard your dad’s footsteps creeping closer to the living room. There wasn’t much time to scoot away from Joel without looking suspicious, but you tried to leave an appropriate amount of space between you two.

In the corner of your eye, you see Joel drop his hands down onto his lap to cover his erection. 

“Well, what happened?” Your dad asked as he flopped down into his leather recliner with a groan. 

“Not sure,” Joel says coolly as he reaches over to grab his beer from the coffee table and takes a quick sip—still trying to cover himself.  

“What the hell do you mean? You were right here the whole time." Your dad further pushes for an answer. 

God, if only he knew the real reason, he’d freak out. He’d probably do more than freak out. 

“We were talkin’ the whole time; wasn’t even payin’ attention,” Joel said with amusement. “Ain’t that right, darlin’?” he says as he gently nudges your knee. Meanwhile, you could feel your face heating with embarrassment at his words, knowing they weren’t true. What the two of you were doing was far from just talking. 

You looked over at Joel with a wide, fake smile and said, “Yup, that’s right. Joel was just showing me something on his phone." 

Your dad mutters something under his breath as he turns his attention to the game, causing you to finally drop the fake smile. Meanwhile, you and Joel are still staring at each other; more so, you are giving him a death glare while he looks at you with an entertained gleam in his eyes. Once he did look away, you couldn't take your eyes off of him. 

You didn’t know if you were mad or if you wanted to fuck him. 

…

For the rest of the time, you busied yourself by being on your phone the whole time. The conversation between Joel and your dad had come to a stop after your dad kicked his feet up on his recliner, laid back, and went to sleep, leaving Joel to watch the game by himself silently. 

Whenever Joel got bored or there was a commercial break, he would pick up his phone and check his email or text messages before setting his phone back down and letting out a loud huff. 

There was a part of you that felt bad for not making conversation with him, but you were unable to shake the sexual tension that lingered between you two. 

You drop your phone on your lap before turning to Joel and clearing your throat to catch his attention. “Can I get you water or something?” You ask Joel over the sound of the football commentator's laughter and your dad’s snoring. 

Joel’s eyes move from the TV to you, making you feel nervous now that his attention is on you. “I’m good, darlin’,” he says as he gives you a quick, small smile before turning his gaze back to the game. 

You just nodded your head, even though he wasn’t looking at you, and attempted to distract yourself with your phone again. 

So much for making conversation, you think to yourself as you cringe with embarrassment. 

In the midst of you scrolling through your Instagram feed, you feel a warm, callused hand snake onto your thigh, almost scaring the living hell out of you until you realized it was’s hand Joe

You both sat silently, making no attempt to move an inch as his hand rested on the inside of your thigh, almost as if he were waiting for you to push his hand away, but you never did. 

Instead, you make sure that your dad is still sound asleep before you shift your body towards Joel, inching your body closer to him. You adjusted yourself so that your left leg was up with the blanket draped over it, while the other one rested halfway on Joel’s thigh. If your dad were to wake up, it’s not like he would know what you and Joel were doing. 

He starts to stroke your thigh before slowly moving his hand up and stopping at the band of your sweatpants. Your heart was racing, so eager for him to touch you. 

Without looking, Joel’s fingers find the waistband of your sweatpants, causing your breathing to hitch and your heart to beat faster. Once his fingers sip in, he slowly reaches your center. You felt as if you were on the brink of cumming right then and there. His touch was slow and sensual, as he gently teased your clit as he spread your arousal. 

Who knew a man like him could touch you like this? 

You felt your senses becoming clouded as he did this. Oh fuck, you whimpered a little too loudly before you could even realize it, making you slap your hand over your mouth. 

Joel looks down at you, continuing to spread your wetness around. “You okay, darlin’?” He asks you so casually, as if his hands are not in your pants, rubbing your clit. You can see the look in his eyes as his eyebrows quirked, waiting for you to answer him. 

Mmhm, you whimper after letting out a shaky sigh as you finally release your hand from over your mouth. 

He leaned over so he could whisper to you, “You like that, baby? You like when I play with that pretty pussy?” You nodded in response as you bit down on your bottom lip, fearing that if you did open your mouth, you would immediately wake up your dad. “I know you do; you like it when daddy makes you feel good, yeah?”

Joel’s eyes quickly shifted to your dad before looking back at you. That’s when his slow circles became faster. Again, you slapped your hand over your mouth, trying to conceal any noises, while the other clawed at Joel’s forearm. Your thighs trembled as you neared the edge of your orgasm; your eyes were closed, and your head dropped onto Joel’s shoulder. 

“Y'gonna cum, girl?” Joel says lowly, his fingers never letting up as he applies more pressure. “Answer me, or else you won’t cum at all.” You tried to get the words to come out of your mouth, but you couldn't, as the knot in your stomach was nearly unraveled for him. 

Sticking to his word, Joel watched as you got closer and closer to your orgasm—watching the way your hand tried to wrap around his wrist, the way that you held your breath, or the way your toes wiggled in your socks before going completely still—that's when he knew you were about to cum. 

However, he quickly pulled his hand from your pants, leaving you in a state of disappointment and shock. It was almost hilarious to Joel as he watched the wave of disappointment and anger flash over your face. He knew you wanted to scold him, but he didn’t care. 

“Aw, you mad, baby?” Joel teased, making you roll your eyes at him. “You should be a good girl next time and listen.” 

Then, an idea pops into your head. 

“Come to the bathroom with me." You whisper to him before getting up and running to the bathroom, not waiting for an answer from him. 

You were determined to get your way with him, even if that meant having your way with him in your bathroom.

Once you were in the bathroom, your heart was pounding as you listened to the sound of Joel’s heavy feet making their way up the stairs and to the bathroom. 

He softly knocks on the door with his knuckle before he opens the door halfway and slips inside. As soon as he shut the door behind himself and turned around to you, you grabbed Joel by his collar and smashed your lips against his. Even though you had shocked Joel with your forwardness, he had no problem returning your kiss. His hands were pawing at your back as you began to release his collar and go down to his belt. Joel’s cock strained in his pants as you hurriedly undid his belt and pants. 

Once you did finally get it open and pull his pants down enough to gain access to his cock, you broke the kiss and looked down.

You gasp, and your mouth waters at the sight.

The dark hairs that sat on the base complimented Joel’s thick, heavy cock beautifully. 

You drag your fingers through the fuzz before gripping his shaft and stroking down to the head of his cock. He softly moans your name. “Is this all for me, Joel?” You asked him as you looked into his eyes, and his grip on your back tightened. 

He had to keep his composure as you began to stroke him at a slow pace. “All for you, baby,” he says, his eyes looking deeply into yours with a look you can only describe as lustful. He looked at you as if he were going to devour you, and you would gladly let him. 

With every stroke, Joel would pull you closer to him, still making eye contact as you did it. 

“Does my hand feel good wrapped around your cock, Joel?” You cooed at him and began to speed up your pace on his heavy cock, not giving him any time to respond. His eyebrows immediately frowned with pleasure as he licked his lips. “You like it when I stroke you like this?”   

Because of his lack of response, you reach your arm up to bring his head close to your face, still stroking his cock. “Come on, Joel. Answer me.” You ask him lowly in his ear, demanding from him like he did to you on the couch. After you said this, you felt him immediately thrust into your fist as his hands flew down on you and he groaned into your neck. 

“Feels so good, darlin’,” he says, borderline moaning at the way you were making him feel. 

Not that Joel was getting laid daily, but when he did, women never acted this way with him. It was usually him who was the dominant one calling the shots, but he liked what you were doing to him. And it was wrong—it was wrong for him to love it this much, especially because of how much younger you were than him and because your dad is one of his closest friends.

You feel his facial hair on your neck as he begins to place soft kisses there. “You’re so big, Joel.” You whimper, still stroking him. “I want you to fuck me."

“Yeah?” he says against your neck before grunting. “You think you can handle this cock, darlin’?”

"You think you can handle me, old man?” You say it back to him, trying to get under his skin, which worked because he pulled away from your neck and looked at you with a cocked eyebrow. 

“Come on, take your clothes off, darlin’,” he tells you as he tugs at your shirt and releases you from his hold. You start by pulling off your shirt and then going to your bottoms. While you did this, you took in Joel’s appearance. 

He stood there with his jean shirt exposing his chest and neck, his curls wildly laid against his forehead, and his hard cock hanging out of his pants. He looked like something straight out of a porn magazine.

Joel noticed that you were struggling with your bra as he watched you try to unhook it. “Here, let me help you, darlin’.” You nodded your head and turned around. 

In the mirror, you can see Joel shamelessly eyeing your ass before looking back up and meeting your eyes in the mirror. You look back at him with a cocked eyebrow, letting him know that you saw him staring at your ass. And without saying anything, he steps forward and gives your ass a quick spank, causing an echo in the bathroom. You let out a yelp—surprised and turned on at the same time. 

“Joel,” you scold him as you look at him through the mirror. 

Yeah, yeah, was all he said as he brushed off your words. He quickly undoes your bra before sliding the straps down your arms with his fingertips and letting the undergarment fall onto the floor. While he did this, you felt a tingle run down your spine as you began to form goosebumps on your arm, and your nipples hardened. 

“Fuck, look at that." His voice trails off as he looks at your breasts through the mirror. “Lookin’ so desperate for your daddy, ain’t that right, darlin'?" You watch as his arms snake around you before he cups your breasts. Thoughtlessly, you nodded your head in agreement with him; however, in the midst of that, Joel began to tweak your nipples with his thumb and pointer fingers. 

He lets out a deep hum, almost in approval, as he takes in the sight of you two and gives your nipple one last tug before his left hand trails down slowly, while the right is still cupping your breast. Joel’s fingers dove between your thighs, teasingly rubbing his warm, thick fingers on your lips as he gathered the arousal that dripped from you. You release a muffled whine as you press your lips shut. 

“Jesus Christ, darlin’,” Joel growls in your ear as he brings his hand to eye level to observe your wetness that was clinging onto his fingers before licking it off. You watch through the mirror as he licks every last drop off of his fingers. “Fucking delicious,” he mutters quietly as he pulls them out of his mouth before placing a soft kiss on your neck and shoulder. 

You feel your stomach tighten with longing for the older man, and your head becomes fizzy, making you close your eyes and roll your head to the side. 

That was until Joel moved his hand from your breast and up to your throat. “Uh-uh, I want you to keep lookin’,” he says firmly, causing your eyes to flutter open and catch his eyes in the mirror. “That’s right, darlin’,” Joel mutters. 

With the size of his hand, he had a firm grip on your neck, ensuring your head did not move from the mirror.

Joel brings his fingers back down to your pussy and brings your lower half closer to his. As he played with your clit, you could feel him humping against your ass, spreading his precum on it. You tried so hard to stop the moans from slipping out. It was to the point that you could almost feel the skin on your bottom lip begin to tear. 

You let out a huff of air before looking at Joel with pleading eyes. “Fuck, Joel I-I need you to fuck me. Please,” You beg him in your softest voice. 

“You’d like that? Wouldn’t you, darlin’?” Joel taunts you while still rubbing a circle around your clit.

"Yes!" you moaned at him. 

“I know you would, pretty girl,” While playing with your clit, Joel spoke lowly in your ear again. “Daddy’s gonna take good care of you; don’t worry.”

Without wasting a second, he releases his grip around your neck and moves his hands away from your pussy. He places his hand on your back and slowly pushes you over the sink, while he uses the other to spread your legs open. Your hands grip the sides of the sink with your face inches away from the mirror, breathing heavily as you watch Joel. 

You could feel your pussy clench around nothing as he grabbed onto your waist and spit onto his fingers before rubbing it onto his cock. Joel teases your slit with the fleshy tip of his cock, forcing a mixture of a moan and a groan out of your mouth. You push your ass against him, hoping that he'll allow himself to enter you. And he does. 

The moment his head pushed into you, you could feel yourself stretching around him as you both met each other's thrust. Straightaway, you and Joel were gasping at the sensation.

“Holy hell, darlin’,” Joel groans shakily as his eyes clamp. “Tight fuckin’ cunt you got.” 

“You’re so big,” you weep quietly to him as you begin to slowly fuck yourself onto his cock. “I can feel you deep in me.”

Joel let out a breathy chuckle. “Fuck—look at you, so fucking desperate for my cock,” he taunts while he strokes your ass with his wide palm, making an effort not to bring it down onto your ass cheek. “Tell me how much you like having me in you."

This made you want to keep going, wanting to keep pleasing Joel, so you picked up. You made sure to throw your ass back on him as much as possible.

“So much—I love it so much, fucking much, daddy." 

You weren’t sure where this was coming from, but you liked it.

“Oh fuck, I know you do, baby. Keep fucking yourself onto my cock." Joel nearly growls as you watch him in the mirror intently. You watch as he looks down, where you are both connected with a slack jaw, taking in the view. 

You are now making it your mission to make him cum. And for some reason, you didn’t mind prioritizing Joel’s pleasure over your own—with past hookups, you made it your priority to get yours before letting them get theirs first.

But this was something different; you liked being able to make a man like Joel cum first.

The sound of your ass hitting his front was loud, and his heavy breathing almost made you cum. But with a lot of restraint, you were able to keep yourself from letting your eyes roll to the back of your head and watch Joel inch closer to his orgasm. 

“Cum for me, Joel,” you moan, encouraging him as he curses. You thought that he was going to thrust into you as he held you in place, but instead, you felt him quickly pull out of you, resting his damp forehead on your back as he tried to catch his breath. You let out a whine of disappointment. “Why’d you pull out?” 

It took him a couple of seconds to respond, “I been wanting to fuck you since I first laid eyes on you, pretty girl. You think I’d cum that fast?" He asked you.

“Now, come on, put your leg up so Daddy can go deeper, baby.” He tells you as he taps your thigh. 

Deeper? How much deeper does he need to go? You ask yourself; nonetheless, you still did as he said, a little curious.

You tightly grip the sink and begin to put your feet on the toilet lid. Joel makes sure to hold onto your hips and guide your foot. “Trust me, sweetheart, it’ll feel real good,” he says with a grin. 

He firmly grabs your hips and drills into you without any warning. “Oh my god,” you moan loudly while deeply inhaling. “Fuck, Joel!” you said, feeling overwhelmed by the feeling of the tip of Joel’s cock pressed deeply inside of you. 

With this new position, you could feel every inch of him in you—the head of his cock, his shaft, the way his cock twitched when he felt your pussy fluttering around him.

“I know, it’s okay,” he says after he hushes you, attempting to keep you quiet. “You just gotta—fuck—you gotta stay quiet.”

An ache formed in Joel’s lower back from his speed, and he knew it would fuck up his whole day tomorrow, but that didn’t stop him. 

You feel Joel’s fingers grab a handful of your hair, starting from the root, and tug your body to his. 

He noticed that your eyes were tightly closed as he continued to brutally thrust into you. With his grip still firm on your hair, he grabs your neck with his other hand and holds you in place. “Op-open your eyes, pretty girl. Look at yourself while I fuck this tight pussy of yours,” Joel grunts into your ear, making you whimper. 

You force yourself to open your eyes, and when you do, the familiar knot in your stomach almost comes undone.

“Don’t stop, baby." Your voice quivers as your legs tremble. But with Joel’s grip on your neck, he stops you from going down. “I-I’m gonna cum,” 

The bathroom was filled with all types of noises as he was now slowly fucking you through your orgasm. 

“Cum for daddy, darlin’, cum all over my cock.” 

And that’s when you finally came. 

Over the sounds of skin slapping and the squelching from your wet pussy, Joel talks you through your orgasm, whispering how much of a good girl you were for him and how good you were making him feel. 

He finally slowed down his pace as you came down. He could feel your cunt pulsate on his cock, bringing him to his climax.

Joel releases you and pulls out before jerking off on your ass and spilling his warm seed onto your soft skin. 

“Oh my god, Joel,” you moan as you feel the thick, milky white substance paint your ass. By the second spurt of cum hitting your ass, he bites down on your shoulder, trying to silence his loud, tired groans as he cums. 

You made Joel cum harder than he ever did before.  

After a few deep breaths later, you and Joel had finally calmed down, feeling fucked out and tired. 

He lets out a sigh before wiping the sweat off his forehead and looking down at the watch on his wrist. “Alright, darlin’,” he says as he tucks himself back into his pants and fixes his shirt. “Gotta get out of here before your old man wakes up."

“It was a little too late for you to say that now,” you joke with a relaxed grin on your face as you turn around to him to get one more look at him. It quickly fell when you realized that Joel could hardly look you in the eyes. “You okay?”

He tries to give you his best phony smile while attempting to look you in the eyes. ”I’m fine, sweetheart; I gotta get home to Sarah before it gets too late." Joel lies through his teeth and avoids eye contact again, hoping that you couldn’t see through him. “You should get yourself cleaned up and ready for bed. I’ll straighten up and use the spare to lock the door when I go." He nods his head at you in a bid to say bye and reaches for the doorknob as if he wasn’t balls deep in you a few minutes ago. 

You move out of his way, and he leaves without either of you saying another word to each other. 

And there you were—naked, ass covered in his cum, embarrassed, and hurt. 

A/N: i will make a masterlist soon i swear but I hope y'all liked it!! *MWAH*

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[heavyhitterheaux]

Adore You

10,000 Hours Instagram Au (Joe Burrow)

Requested by: a beautiful anon 💕

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joeyb_9: They say if it's meant to be, it will be ❤️

taylorrooks: give me my credit where credit is due because if it wasn't for me neither of you would have said anything to each other all night since you thought it would be awkward! lahjay10_: oh lord here she go fashionbynatalie: lahjay10_ but is she lying though? we were tired of them giving each other pitiful looks so bestie taylor had to do what she needed to do itsy/n: I swear that I can't take either of you anywhere. just say we cute and go! taylorrooks: oh, yall are cute. very cute indeed.... all thanks to me. 🥰 lahjay10_: not joe gripping her hand for dear life, my mans is in LOVE joeyb_9: lahjay10_ and what about it? second chances don't always come around and I had a chance so I took it itsy/n: do yall insist on picking on us every time we post a pic? taylorrooks: YES fashionbynatalie: YES lahjay10_: YES sam_hubbard_: YES itsy/n: sam_hubbard_ now where did your ass come from?!

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joeyb_9: how is a human actually this gorgeous? And she's all mine? itsy/n 😜😍

taylorrooks: go best friend, that's my best friend 😍 itsy/n: omg stoppppppp 🙈🙈🙈🙈 fashionbynatalie: still don't understand how you let her go in the first place? itsy/n: natalie! fashionbynatalie: just calling it like I see it! joeyb_9: natalie, I don't know either lahjay10: walk walk, fashion baby! joeyb_: turning heads and breaking necks! alanarodriguez: now only if she could cook as good as she dresses itsy/n: alanarodriguez imma kick your ass joeyb_9: alanarodriguez she's gotten better, but I still get fed either way 🤷‍♂️ taylorrooks: OH alanarodriguez: 😐 fashionbynatalie: Now Joseph........ joeyb_9: 🤭🤭🤭🤭

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itsy/n: who gave him permission to look this cute? Lazy day with my bubs are the best days 💕

y/nandjoedaily: y/n is me because, who gave him the right? lahjay10_ not joeyb_9 cheating on me itsy/n: Now Mr. Chase, act accordingly. You have an interview with me this week lahjay10_: I'll get taylorrooks to do it taylorrooks: I'm doing what now? alanarodriguez: the two of you were supposed to be at my house an HOUR ago joeyb_9: alanarodriguez oh. that was today? and lahjay10_ don't come up in here acting like that alanarodriguez: do the two of you ever come up for air and realize that there are other people in the world? itsy/n: joey, did you hear something? joeyb_9: nope alanarodriguez: Joseph, now you know your girl can't cook and I offered to feed the both of you and this is how you want to act? joeyb_9: be there in 20. itsy/n: trust that big sisters will always throw you under the bus smh and I can cook! fashionbynatalie: itsy/n the burnt toast pic that joe sent me earlier tells me otherwise itsy/n: JOSEPHHHHHHH joeyb_9: natalie made me do it

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itsy/n: sitting pretty on the sidelines ready to cheer on my boo joeyb_9 😘

lahjay10_: shouldn't your ass be working?! itsy/n: lahjay10 and shouldn't your ass be warming up? WHY ARE YOU ON INSTAGRAM? joeyb_9: yeah, let me get this win so we can celebrate. Just me and you. I got the best good luck charm out there 😍 y/nandjoeupdates: because I was about to say them shorts are NOT work appropriate alanarodriguez: yall just announced that yall are back together and have fan accounts already? itsy/n: alanarodriguez the people adore me unlike my big sister who constantly critiques my cooking skills alanarodriguez: y/n, I don't care if you eat your cooking. I'm concerned for joe and your future children. joeburrowupdates: CHILDREN? itsy/n: now look at what you started smh, I'm going to get mozzarella sticks and watch my man joeyb_9: alanarodriguez, I typically just inhale it. when you do that you really don't have a chance to taste anything itsy/n: joeyb_9 celebrate by yourself joeyb_9: 😭😭😭

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itsy/n: still mesmerized every time I watch you play and I am so incredibly proud of you. I knew you were destined for greatness from day one. Love you bubs 💖

lahjay10_: damn idk who is more of a simp, you or joe itsy/n: JA'MARR GO AWAY smh joeyb_9: his ass is always somewhere hating but, thank you baby girl this means more to me than you know and I'm happy to have you by my side again taylorrooks: yall know he is never letting this go because apparently joe cheated on him with y/n even though he knew y/n longer but that's just my two cents lahjay10_: taylorrooks I want my special interview to be able to tell my story. the people will side with me. joeyb_9: 🙄🙄🙄 lahjay10_: you won't be rolling your eyes when I sue you for emotional distress itsy/n: bye Ja'Marr. exit stage left smh lahjay10_: itsy/n joeyb_9 this isn't over fashionbynatalie: joeyb_9 itsy/n wants you to grow the beard back, but you didn't hear it from me itsy/n: fashionbynatalie I.... seriously? fashionbynatalie: closed mouths do not get fed! y/nandjoeupdates: awww high school sweethearts are back together again. excuse me while I go and wedding plan.

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[spiderispunk]

Attitude Adjustment [j.s.]

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x F!Reader

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Smut [18+ only please]. Brat!Reader. Brat Tamer!Jake. Pet Names. Rough Sex. Unprotected Sex. Spanking. Choking. Fingering. Brief Overstimulation. Restraints. Hair Pulling. Dirty Talk. Name-Calling. 

Summary: You’re acting particularly snippy after a bad day at work. Jake is more than happy to give you an attitude adjustment. 

A/N: I don’t even have an excuse for this, I’ve just been in a mood lately. Please read all the warnings! You are responsible for your own content intake. And y’know, talk to your partners if you’re upset. Communication is healthy! I dedicate this to @inklore​ and @luxuryberzatto​.

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You enter the house like a storm.

The front door opens and bangs shut behind you, rattling with a BOOM! like thunder. You hadn’t meant to close it that hard, but you have to admit that it feels good to take your anger out on something. White hot lightning arcs through your body, restless energy bouncing around in search of an outlet. You can feel the tingling charge of it in the palm of your hands, can almost imagine the currents of it zapping out into the air around you. 

You sit on the stool by the door to yank your shoes off, mumbling curse words when the laces catch. You’re almost considering sawing through them with your keys–that’s totally possible right?-- when they finally give enough for you to tug your shoes off. You toss your jacket on the hook and climb the stairs. 

Jake’s home early. You saw his truck in the driveway, so you’re not surprised. He lounges on the couch, watching highlights on ESPN. He looks completely relaxed in a white t-shirt and jeans, feet kicked up on the coffee table and arms behind his head. 

His head rolls to the side upon your approach, and a slow smile spreads over his face. “Hey, baby.” 

Now ordinarily, the smile-pet-name-combo would turn your knees to jelly, and spread a grin of your own across your face. But today the easy-going nature of his greeting only further annoys you. Why did he get to come home early and have a relaxing afternoon while you were stuck at work? 

“Hey,” you say curtly, and drop your bag onto the sofa.

Wordlessly, you walk into the kitchen and open the cabinet in search of a glass. The shelves are bare. You frown and slam the cabinet shut.

Jake’s eyebrows furrow. “You okay?” He calls. 

Your eyes slide from the dishes in the sink to the running dishwasher. It’s halfway through its wash cycle. He must have just started it before you got home. Great, just fucking great. “Juuust peachy.”

“Peachy, huh?” He stands and stretches. “Nearly took the door of its hinges there, She-Hulk.” 

You ignore his gentle ribbing and begin washing the rest of the dishes. There’s so many in the sink you wonder why Jake even bothered to run the dishwasher in the first place.  

Your husband stands beside you, leaning back against the counter. He watches you scrub a pan a bit too harshly with a bemused look on his face. There’s a speck of soap on your cheek from your vigilance. 

He clears his throat. “So, uh, how was work?” He asks, running a hand through his hair. 

“Fine.” 

“Just fine?” 

“Yes.”

Jake nudges your hip with his elbow. “You sure? You’ve been scrubbing that pan for a couple minutes now. You keep going, you’re gonna take the paint right off.”

He’s right. You huff and rinse the dish. The rest of the plates rattle dangerously when you drop it onto the drying rack. 

Jake whistles. “Do you want to talk about it?”   

“Nope.”

“So what? You’re just going to break all of our dishes then?”

You shut the water off and turn to face him. “I wouldn’t have to if you just loaded the damn dishwasher correctly.”  

He takes a deep breath through his nose. “Wow. I think that’s the first full sentence you’ve said to me this afternoon. ‘M glad to see you’re still capable of those.” 

You roll your eyes. “Fuck off.”

Jake clenches his jaw. “Look, you can stomp through the house, throw a tantrum, and slam as many doors and dishes as you like. But you’re not going to tell me everything's okay and then yell at me in the same breath. That’s not fair.” 

You hold his gaze for a moment, a tense, nose-flaring moment, where time seems to stretch and tear all around you. Neither of you speak, too stubborn for your own good. Instead you stand, engaging in a battle of wills. You set your mouth into a hard line and cross your arms over your chest. 

It’s childish, you know this. It’s not fair to him, and you know that too. Under normal circumstances, you like to think yourself a mature adult, capable of communicating well. But right now, your emotions feel raw, like an exposed nerve. And with each breath that fills your lungs they compound until you feel like they’ll crush you right into the floor. You don’t know how to put that all into words, and your inability to do so frustrates you almost as much as the day you’ve just had. 

“Look, honey, I know you’re in a mood right now—” 

“I am not.” You huff. 

Jake raises his eyebrows. “Right. I don’t know what all this is about, but I’m just trying to help.”

“Well you’re not helping!” You snap.

“Well then what do you want me to do!” He throws his hands up. “Unless you want to take another crack at our silverware first.”

The comment sets you off. Anger, stress and shame swirl around you at hurricane-like speed. And something else. Because, even though you don’t know how exactly to voice the reason for your childish behavior today, you know there’s a very simple outlet standing right in front of you. If only Jake could read your mind.   

You push past Jake, muttering a quiet fuck you as you go. 

Jake grabs your arm and yanks you back towards him. He grabs your chin and tilts your head back to meet his gaze. “Why don’t you stop acting like a brat, and tell me what you want,” he says. 

You stare at him for a moment, blinking sluggishly as your brain processes your sudden proximity, the wash of minty breath over your face, the darkness of his eyes, and the heat blossoming in your lower stomach. 

Jake searches your gaze in the charged pause that follows. Then wordlessly, he backs you up against the refrigerator door and leans forward to kiss you. Your lips meet sloppily. A clash of teeth, the slick tango of tongues. 

Something hot and twisted cracks open in your lower stomach, filling your body with warmth. And relief. This is what you wanted. Your legs grow weaker with each swipe of Jake’s tongue into your mouth, until you’re practically wrapped around him in desperation. 

Jake twists his fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck and tugs your head back. The annoyed whine you let out when his lips leave yours turns into a sharp gasp when he tugs your bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Uh-uh.” He chuckles darkly when you try to surge forward again. “Tell me what you want.” He whispers against your jaw. “Go on.” 

Your lips move soundlessly around broken syllables. Forming the shape of pleas that are never voiced. In your head, your desires are perfectly clear. You want Jake. Need Jake. Need him to make you forget about your insane day. Need him to give you that sweet release. That weightless, aching feeling that comes after being thoroughly fucked.

But there seems to be a disconnect between your brain and body, because the words don’t come. 

Jake watches you struggle to speak for a moment. “Hey, s’okay, baby.” He nudges his nose against yours. “‘M not mad. Just wanna take care of you. Tell me what you want.”  

Under his gaze and gentle coaxing, you finally find the strength to whisper, “Fuck me.” 

“Mmm, that’s my girl,” he praises, dipping his head to kiss at the junction of your neck and jaw. “How should I fuck you?” 

You tilt your head back against the fridge, a harsh breath exiting through your nose. “Hard. Fuck me hard.”

“That all you want?” His tongue darts out to lick at your pulse. 

You tug at the hair at the crown of his head. “Want it rough. Want to forget about my day. Want to forget my own name.” 

“I can do that, honey.” Jake sweeps kisses across your jaw, until his lips are back at your ear. “S’long as you don’t forget mine.” 

He kisses you again, with bruising force. Lips and teeth stealing the breath from your lungs. His large hands are vices on each side of your face, tilting your head back so his lips can claim yours. Jake’s tongue slips between the seam of your lips, hungrily, desperately. He presses deep groans into your mouth. The saccharine tang of them sends your head spinning. 

You tug at his clothes, fingers gripping and nearly tearing in search of the soothing balm of his bare skin on yours. You hike up his shirt, touch the chiseled expanse of his stomach and chest. He shudders under the caress of your fingers, and his presses close enough that you can feel the heat of his body through the shirt you’re wearing.

It’s not enough, and you’re about to tell him as much, when he starts to manhandle you back towards your bedroom. You follow him, nearly tripping over your own feet as you try to keep up with his long strides. 

Jake pushes you onto the bed, and you bounce against the mattress with a small oof. He crawls on top of you and settles between your spread legs, kissing you again. His hips rock forward slowly against your cunt and you gasp sharply. 

“How’s it feel, baby?” He asks, sliding his hands up your body to squeeze your breast. 

You arch into his touch, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him tighter against you. “S’good–oh,” you cry out at a particularly hard thrust. “Shit.” 

Jake pushes your arms up above your head and grips them tight in one hand. “Just good?” His eyebrows furrow, concentrating on the right rhythm to make you–

“Fuck, Jake,” you squeal. “It’s so fucking good. Please.” 

There it is.

“‘Please,’ what?” He mocks you. “Tell me.”

“Need you.” 

“You need me, huh? You already have me,” he says cheekily. 

“No, I need you in me,” you whine, rocking your hips up into his crotch. 

Jake considers you for a moment. Wild eyes and stuttered breathing. Thoroughly worked up, and he hadn’t really touched you yet. 

“Want my fingers or my tongue?” He asks, running his thumb over your cheek. 

“Fingers,” you answer quickly, and Jake smiles.

“Oh, honey. Want it so bad, don’t you?” He teases. 

You nod, kiss-swollen lips parted. 

Jake brushes his lips over yours sweetly. “I know, sweet girl, I know. I’ve got you.” He lets go of your wrists. “You keep those up there, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

“Good girl.” He tugs at the collar of your shirt, lifting it so he can run his knuckle against your heated skin. 

You shudder, eyelids fluttering shut. At this point, you’re sure it won’t take much for you to fall apart. You just might spontaneously combust from the gentle pressure of his hands alone. 

Jake leans over you, his hair falling into his face as he kisses the hollow of your throat. You squirm beneath him. Your hands itch to tangle into his hair and push him further down your body, but you restrain yourself. 

He undoes the buttons of your dress shirt one by one, pressing kisses against each new inch of skin that’s revealed. A light brush of his lips against your collarbone. A swipe of his tongue against your sternum. Gentle sucking motions against the side of your breast. A bite on your stomach. Until he’s finally reached your hips and your shirt hangs open. He makes easy work of your pants, and soon they’re in a heap on the floor. 

“Look at you,” he mumbles, running a flat hand down the front of your body. “Don’t you look gorgeous,” he coos, tracing his finger over the waistband of your panties. 

They’re soaked through, you’re sure of it. You’d be embarrassed by how turned on you are. Downright mortified by the tremble of your body and the sticky mess between your thighs. But the way Jake looks at you, like a man possessed, sets your skin on fire and erases any sense of indignity you might feel.

His eyes zero in on the soaked lace, and he grins. “All this for me?” He asks, rubbing his knuckle over the crotch of your underwear. 

“Yes.” Your voice is a wanton whisper. 

Jake hooks a finger into your panties and pulls them to the side. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he says, his voice raspy with desire. He runs a finger through the shine gathered on your folds. “Gonna let me fuck your pussy, baby?” He asks, dragging his eyes up to meet yours. 

God, you’d let him do whatever he wanted to you if he kept looking at you like that. 

“I want you so bad.” 

Jake slides your underwear down your legs. “Trust me, honey, I want you too.” He slides a finger into your cunt and thrusts slowly. “I gotta get you ready for me first though. I don’t plan on bein’ gentle with ya.” With that, he spreads your leg a little while and works another finger into you. 

You bite your bottom lip, toes curling with the dizzy pleasure of it all. It’s good, it’s so good. The sensation of it crawling up inside and burrowing into you. You sigh, your breaths growing harsher with each curl of Jake’s fingers within you. You know it’ll be over soon when flicks his thumb against your clit. 

“Don’t stop, Jake, please.” You almost wail with how good it feels. 

“Not gonna stop till you come all over my fingers, baby.” He tugs the cup of your bra down and sucks on your breast. “Think you can take another one for me?” 

“I want it.” 

“Greedy,” he nips at your spit-slicked nipple and you shudder beneath him. “Y’like when I’m a little rough with you, huh?”  

You hiss out a yes, and his teeth tug on the hardened bud.

“My gorgeous girl,” he praises, easily sliding a third finger into your dripping cunt. “I know you can take it. I know you won’t break.” He soothes the bite with flicks of his tongue. 

“Jake,” you moan. You melt into the mattress, limp and blissed out. 

He switches to your other breast, showing it the same attention. “Love the way you say my name.” He crooks his fingers within you, his pace growing faster. 

The world lurches and spins around you. Breathless moans and cries tumble clumsily from your lips into the still air of the room. The only sounds are the filthy squelch of his fingers inside of you, and the intertwining melody of you and Jake’s harsh breathing. 

You tilt your head back, lips parting around a desperate moan. Jake leans forward and kisses your chin, a sweet gesture that only intensifies the pleasure growing in your lower stomach. 

“Want you to come for me, honey. I know you’re close.” He slides his free hand up to rest on your neck. “Can you do that? Be my good girl and come for me?” 

“‘M so close, baby. So close, don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop,” you beg, eyes screwing shut when he trips over that one spot deep inside of you. “Oh God. Right there.” 

“Come for me.” Jake squeezes the sides of your throat gently, cutting off the air to your lungs. 

It’s like he’s touched a live wire. Every sensation sharpens. The fullness of his fingers inside of you. The pressure on your clit. The roar of your blood within your ears. And then his thumb presses into your clit and your whole body seizes. Your orgasm washes over you, so intensely you wail. You take and you take. Gushing all over his fingers. Chasing the thrust of them with greedy swivels of your hips. 

Jake watches you fall apart with a hungry smile on his face. As long as he lives, he swears he’ll never get tired of this sight. You’ve never looked more beautiful than when you let go and fall apart for him. Your face slack, plumps lips issuing forth moans and cries of his name. Your body twisting, breasts heaving as you gasp for breath. Hair a mess and skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. He drinks you in, committing the curves of your body to memory. 

You fall back to earth with a whimper. Your head lolls to the side as you struggle to get your breathing under control. To calm your racing pulse. The world comes back to you in swatches. Details sharpening with each ragged breath you take. First the pattern on the ceilings, then the soft texture of the pillow under your fingertips, and finally the sharp lines of Jake’s face leaning over you.  

He keeps his fingers inside of you. “How you feelin’, baby?” Jake drags his lips against your shoulder. 

You shiver, nerves shot with oversensitivity. “Tired. But good.” 

“You can still form words though, which means I haven’t done my job.” He curls his fingers against your walls. 

“A-ah.” You squirm, but Jake holds you still with a hand on your hip. 

“Shhh, honey,” he soothes you. “It’s okay. Just a little sensitive is all.” He rubs your swollen clit. “You can take it.” 

Tears spring to your eyes. It’s not painful, the opposite really. It’s all so good, but it’s just too much. Jake ignores your whines, and continues moving his fingers slowly, working you back up. He’s patient with you, expertly playing with your cunt until shallow moans replace tired whimpers, and a hungry desire fills your stomach again.

“You’re doing so good for me. ‘M gonna fuck you so good,” he promises. “S’good and so hard. You’re gonna be begging me for more. That what you want?” 

You nod. 

Jake tsks. “Need to hear you say it.” 

“I want it.” 

“Want what, honey?” 

“Want you to fuck me good. Fuck me till I can’t walk. Fuck me till I scream.” 

Jake bites his bottom lip and sucks in a deep breath. “Jesus, the mouth on you.” 

He’s one to talk. You almost roll your eyes, but then Jake thrusts his fingers just right, and the retort you’re about to make dies on your tongue with a choked moan.

A lazy smirk spreads over his features. “Open,” he says, his tone taking on an authoritative edge that makes your overstimulated clit throb. 

You part your lips. Jake slips his fingers from your cunt and slides them into your open mouth. You suck at them, moaning at the taste of yourself. 

A strangled groan escapes the back of Jake’s throat. “Your mouth feels so good.” He undoes the button of his jeans and pushes the waistband down slightly.  

Jake pushes his fingers deeper into your mouth, a curious glint in his eyes. The smirk on his face only grows wider when you gag around them. 

“Keep going,” he mumbles, sliding his fingers against your tongue. “Wish I could fuck your mouth, baby. I guess this is the next best thing.” 

You moan in agreement. Your coy eyes lock with Jake’s and a shudder works through his body. 

“You’re so sexy, honey. Drive me fucking crazy,” he groans. “Can’t wait to fuck you.”

You lift an eyebrow as if to say well what are you waiting for? 

Jake chuckles. “You got me there.” 

He pulls his fingers from your mouth. A string of spit trails from your lips, connecting the two of you. It breaks, beading down your chin and onto your neck.  

“You’re overdressed,” you mumble, reaching out to tug at the bottom of his shirt.

Jake lets you pull the shirt up and off his body. You run your fingers along his skin, tanner from the recent days spent in the California sun. You trace the swatches of freckles on his shoulders, scratch your nails through the soft hair on his chest, and follow the dark hair down the rigid planes of his stomach.

Jake shudders under your touch, leaning forward into you. He pulls his hard cock from his boxers and strokes it slowly. You watch him jerk himself off, darting your tongue out to wet your dry lips. His hands move confidently, twisting, stroking. He thrusts forward into his palm, a single moan falling from his lips. 

He’s a painting of perfect bliss, sandy eyelashes falling against his cheeks, slack jawed and head tilted back. His eyes stay locked on your glistening cunt, using you for fodder as he takes the edge off. It sends a thrill down your spine and hot blood to the surface of your skin. 

“You gonna fuck me, or keep staring?” You smirk. 

Jake’s jaw ticks. “Carefully, honey. You were doing so good. Don’t let your mouth get you into trouble.” 

“Maybe I want trouble.” 

Jake shakes his head. “We’ll see how you feel about that in a few minutes. Turn over.” 

You stay where you are, and cross your arms over your chest. A challenge.  

“Turn. Over.” 

You look him straight in the eyes. “Make me.” 

Jake tilts his head to the side. “You’re really not gonna like it if I have to make you.” 

“Try me.” 

He huffs through his nose. “Okay, have it your way.” 

Jake grabs your arm and wrestles you onto your stomach. His body presses against yours, pushing you into the mattress. 

“That was easy.” He nips at the shell of your ear. 

“I’m not really regretting this so far,” you tease, grinding your ass back onto Jake’s cock. 

“No?” He rocks forward, coating his cock in the slick between your legs. “You’re lucky I want to fuck you so badly.” He wraps an arm around your waist and rubs your clit. “Otherwise, I’d edge you til you cried for mouthing off at me.” 

Your fingers curl into the pillow at the threat, and the memory associated with it. You’d been there once before, tied to the headboard with Jake between your legs, keeping them spread open while he tortured you. He’d switched between a vibrator, and his fingers and tongue, keeping you dangled right on the edge for nearly an hour. You can’t really remember what you had done, but it must have been bad, because no amount of begging or apologizing seemed to persuade him to let you come. It wasn’t until you were a sweaty blubbering, begging mess that he’d finally given you that release, and it had been glorious. 

Jake must remember it too, because you can feel him grinning against your shoulder. “Next time your luck might run out, baby.” He leans back on his knees. “I can do this for now,” he says quietly, and it’s the only warning you get before his hand lands on your ass with a crack!

You jolt forward, crying out. Jake repeats the action, spanking you a little harder. And then again, and again. You rub your thighs together, desperate for the friction. You were so turned on, it was nearly unbearable.

“So quiet, honey.” He soothes the stinging imprint of his hand. “Where’s that mouth now?” He slaps your ass again. “Done talking back?” 

Your only reply is another choked gasp, as Jake spanks you three more times in quick succession. 

“Hm, that shut you up.” He kisses down your back slowly. Jake runs his thumb over the heated skin. “Perfect fucking ass.” He brushes his lips over your right cheek and bites your left. “Gonna fuck you now,” he says. “Can I fuck you, baby?” He drawls, his hand rubbing your hip. 

You nod, bottom lip trapped between your teeth. 

Jake grabs one of the pillows at the head of the bed and slides it under your body. He grabs your hips and pulls you up onto your knees. “‘M not gonna be gentle.” 

“I don’t want you to be.” You look at him over your shoulder. 

“Fuck.” Jake lines himself up with your cunt. “You’re gonna kill me one day, honey. You know that?” He smiles sweetly. One that brightens his face completely and bunches the lines at the corners of his eyes. “I love you.”

A soft warmth fills your chest, and somehow manages to make your heart somehow pound faster. “I love you too,” you whisper. 

Jake enters you with a hard thrust, one that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll into the back of your head. You grab the sheets for purchase, a long drawn out moan working its way out from your lips. 

“Feel so fucking good. Squeezing me like a goddamn vice. Like you were made for me,” Jake mutters through gritted teeth. His hand slides up from your hip, fingers wrapping around the back of your neck to push your face into the mattress. He thrusts slowly, pulling all the way out of you and then thrusting back in to the hilt.

You push back against his hips, silently begging for more. 

Jake’s fingers dig bruises into your hips, holding you still as he revels in the way your cunt wantonly squeezes his cock. “Let me feel you.” He keeps the slow rhythm. “Just wanna feel you squeezing me.”

Fuck, Jake’s so deep inside you. You can feel him everywhere. He threatens to split you in two with each rock of his hips. It feels so good you just might let him. 

“Shit, baby.” He grinds into you, smoothing his hand down your calf. “Love your pussy so much. Could fuck you forever.” He spanks you, just to watch your ass bounce, and you yelp. 

“It’s so good,” you whine. “So fucking good, Jake.” 

He grunts. “You know how to stroke a man’s ego, honey.” His thrusts pick up speed. Jake grabs your hands and holds them behind your back. He uses them for leverage as he fucks into you wildly. 

Jake’s hips smack into yours harshly. His thrusts would push you up the bed if he wasn’t holding onto your arms. He fucks you hard, punching strangled cries from you. Jake’s own wrecked groans sound in your ear, deep and gravely.  The slap of skin on skin echoes in the room. The noises mix together in a carnal symphony. 

“Take it, honey. You can take it,” he grits out. “God, you feel like fucking heaven.” 

“I–I can. I can take it,” you repeat. 

“That’s it, baby. That’s a good girl.” He falls over you, lying on top of you. “Yeah you can. You take it so well.” He groans in your ear. “Go ahead and rub that little clit. Make yourself come.” He grabs your hand and squeezes. 

God he’s so close to bursting. Can feel his orgasm curling in his lower stomach, like magma sliding down his legs and to his toes. It’s all he can do to hold off, but he’ll be damned if he finishes before you do.

You slide your free hand between your legs, and rub at your clit sloppily. The friction from his thrusts pushes you further into the mattress and into your hand. The angle of his thrusts, his breath in your ear, his body against your back, all of it, works to push you over the edge. 

“Fuck. I’m so close,” you gasp. 

“I know, sweet girl,” Jake mumbles, nearly coming right then and there when your cunt clenches around his cock. “Christ.” He sinks his teeth into that spot on your neck that makes your knees weak. “Get there, baby. C’mon. Come on my cock.” 

“Yeah, yeah, y-yeah,” you babble, body shaking. “Just like that, Jake, pleasejustlikethat.” 

Jake buries his face into the back of your neck. “Gonna fill you up, honey. Gonna leave you dripping. You just gotta come first, and I’ll give you everything. Every. Fucking. Thing.” His words are punctuated with deep thrusts. 

You want it. You want him so bad. 

That filthy promise is all it takes to send you to the brink. Your fingers circle your clit, once, twice, three times, and then you’re coming with a wail. Your orgasm rams into you like a truck, disarming and disorienting you. You fist the sheets so tightly your hands shake. Jake’s name is a nearly unintelligible mantra on your tongue. Tangled syllables of Jake, and please oh please repeated over and over. The only sounds your brain seems capable of forming. 

Jake can only give a few sloppy thrusts himself, before he’s burying himself deep inside of you and coming with a shout of your name. He drops his forehead onto your shoulder, hips moving shallowly until he’s spent. 

True to his word, you are dripping with his cum. 

The room is still for a while. Neither of you really want to move and disturb the peace that settles over you, even after your breathing has returned to normal. Jake stays inside of you, arms wrapped tightly around you. He presses aimless kisses to your shoulders. 

Your eyelids feel like they weigh a thousand pounds. Your whole body feels weighted, actually. Laden with the warm, fuzziness of post-coital bliss. 

Jake rolls you both onto your side, and you groan when his softening cock slips from your cunt. You hate the empty feeling, almost consider asking him to thrust back inside you again. It wouldn’t be the dirtiest request you’ve made in the past few hours. He’d probably oblige too, he– 

Jake breaks your train of thought with a different, more innocent request. “We’re gonna have to talk about earlier, y’know,” he whispers. “Doesn’t have to be right now, but we do need to talk about it before we go to bed.” 

“I know,” you mumble. 

He waits, running his fingers over your stomach.

“I’m sorry. I had a shit day at work. The kids weren’t listening. They were talking back all day. I just– I was tired, but I shouldn’t have thrown a tantrum, and I definitely shouldn't have taken it out on you. I’m really sorry, Jake.” 

Jake kisses your jaw. “Apology accepted.” 

“Next time I’ll just tell you I need space,” you look at him over your shoulder. “Thanks for knowing what I needed,” you say a little bashfully. “For helping me.” 

“You mean fucking your brains out?” He grins. “Happy to help. It’s the least of my husband-ly duties.” 

“I’m trying to have a sweet moment here.” 

“And I’m trying to have a dirty one. We can have multiple consecutive moments.” Jake laughs.  

You roll your eyes. 

Jake cups your chin gently. “I love you,” he says, eyes flicking down to your lips. 

You kiss him gently. “I love you too. Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.” He nudges his nose against your own.  

You stretch, groaning when your limbs pop and ache. “Can part of your husband-ly duty be to get me a glass of water? Preferably a clean one from the dishwasher.” 

“Yeah.” He untangles himself from your body. “Sit tight.” 

“I don’t really have much of a choice, now do I? Someone fucked me so hard, my legs are gonna be out of commission for a bit.” 

Jake smirks and tips you a wink. “Only because someone asked me to. Just followin orders, baby.” He salutes you playfully. 

You settle under the comforter with a dopey grin on your face, feeling lucky you had such a sweet husband who didn’t mind giving you an attitude adjustment when needed. 

#jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #hangman smut #top gun maverick #tgm #rion writes

[newandcuriousswitch]

15 questions for 15 friends:

Thank you @cynfulworld for the tag (ha! We're friends no take backs!)

We're you named after anyone?: yes, my dad has a cousin who lives waaay out in the sticks, I'm not sure why as I've never met them but I'm named after him.

When was the last time you cried?: it's been years... I'll get misty eyed at a lot of corny movies and all that but a real cry was probably a few years ago.

Do you have kids?: nope!

What sports do you play/have you played?: uhhh... I've played tennis and bowling (does bowling count, f it ESPN 8 counts)

Do you use sarcasm?: *looks at the site we're on* that's a trick question right?

What is the first thing you notice about people?: how open they are or are not, wanna tell me the life story? Go ahead! Rather just say today's been okay? That's cool too!

What's your eye color?: it used to he green but I guess they got bluer now

Scary movies or happy endings?: I'm gonna go with happy endings... but only because I like series and movie universes that actually HAVE an ending. Scary movies just... keep... sequelling lol

Any talents?: car singing, procrastination, a natural inclination to sleep days away... I can twirl a stick (don't take that out of context 😉) and can do very quick mental maths (most of the time)

Where were you born?: oh that's easy. I was born in REDACTED

What are your hobbies?: I'm a gamer all the way. YouTube, video games, aforementioned twirling, and DND!

Do you have any pets?: we have turtles! 2 red snappers

How tall are you?: 5'7"

Favorite subject in school?: history. I adored learning about the ins and outs of what happened during certain time periods, and debating all the what ifs throughout history. Plus my history teachers were pretty awesome themselves.

Dream job?: ohhh what I wouldn't give to be an author, legitimately the idea that others might be transported to another dimension in their heads based on a story I wrote... I don't know if I'd be famous but if even one person was that pleased I'd be happy

Join in and pass it on if you can 🥰

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[onboardsorasora]

R Daniel beeing overworked. I remember reading an interview that he is quite shy about feedback so for 2024 RB is planning a lot of stuff for him. Daniel being a little anxious about it, but he doesn't want to be a bother.

So in comes Max, who is taking no shit and his boyfriend will have some free time and moments to enjoy racing in Australia. The pr team apologizing to Daniel. He is a bit ashamed but secretly really glad that max got protective and very thankful afterwards...

Daniel collapsed on the couch in Max's driver room- exhausted and it was only lunch. Since he left their hotel room this morning he'd been carted around Melbourne. First it was Good Morning Australia, then the Today Show where he'd done that 'fuckin Chaos' half smile with Oscar. Then there was something with ESPN and two radio shows.

He was finally at Albert Park but he was loath to actually leave this room. His calendar was an ugly thing to look at. Lots of overlapping red and blue and green bars. He yawned the reached into Max's personal fridge and stole one of his coconut RedBulls. He'd just stay here for a little, then maybe scarf down a muffin and then hope the rest of the day goes by quickly.

The door opened and he was greeted by Max's annoyed media face before it melted into his Daniel smile.

"hey Babe." Daniel waved, patting the couch beside him.

"you made it." Max teased. And Daniel snorted.

"yeah I'm surprised too. Did you know they added like 3 more appointments this morning? I found out in the car." Daniel yawned, shaking his head. He knew it would have been a shit show but he'd at least hoped that when Lindsey had said that she'd make sure it was 'light work'- that she'd had been able to keep that promise.

"what do you have after this?" Daniel couldn't parse Max's tone, but he opened up his calendar anyway. A pop up appeared asking him to confirm an appointment in..... 10 minutes. Well, there went his muffin.

"well, gotta go Maxy. Dinner later? At like...9ish? Maybe?" Daniel got up and scrolled through the calendar.

"No."

"Fair, I'll let you know when they release me." Daniel tucked the phone in his pocket.

"No Daniel. I mean, this is ridiculous."

"what is?"

"your schedule. Yeah it's your home race but you-"

"babe your schedules always chaotic in zandvoort and spa..." Daniel furrowed his brows.

"yeah but when I block out time to rest, they don't fuck with it." Max pointed out. He got up and walked to the door. "Stay here." Then he was gone.

Daniel watched the door with wide eyes. only moving to drink his red bull. Max was back ten minutes later.

"come, we're going to lunch. Then we have a joint presser."

"I'm sorry what?"

"I- I didn't yell at anyone ok? But of course I made it known that this shit was unacceptable. So Gemma and Lindsey moved around some stuff. Now- lunch."

Max had that stubborn clench to his jaw that he got when he expected someone to chastise him. Daniel merely cupped his cheeks and kissed him solidly.

"thank you for taking care of me Maxy."

#answered #anonymous #overworked daniel

[hockeylvr59]

The Perfect Match Part 8 || Taylor and Cale Makar

Summary: When Taylor Makar meets Elizabeth “Liezel” Estroff he quickly discovers how compatible she is with his older brother Cale. Despite his parents early protestation to leave well enough alone, Taylor makes it his mission to set Cale up with his perfect match.

Authors Note: This chapter is brought to you by the party bus video of Cale and the Cup which I have watched way more times than I can count. We’ve finally reached the point you all have been waiting so patiently (or not lol) for. Let me know what you think. I’m thinking there is maybe one more part to this before a few epilogues. Also apologies to anyone who is upset Taylor is basically not in this part at all for the first time rofl.

FC Claim: Kirrilee Berger.

Warnings: maybe cursing, some pg-13 making out // Word Count: 4,462

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Liezel: Hey, our afternoon conference speaker is running long, I’ll be there as soon as I can. 

Cale: No worries. Just be safe. 

Liezel: My Uber just pulled up. I think I’m in the right place…

Cale: Be right down. 

Grabbing her purse after tucking her phone back inside it, Liezel climbed out of the uber and proceeded to try to aimlessly fix her curls while she waited for Cale to come downstairs and let her in. This place was fancy, certainly fancier than her college apartment but she supposed that’s kind of what she expected from an NHL superstar who needed more security.

“Hey! Come in out of the cold.” Looking over at the apartment doors Liezel smiled a bit seeing Cale dressed only in a pair of black joggers and a light grey hoodie. It was a stark contrast from her navy slacks, white button up, and grey suit jacket under a black dress coat but she certainly hadn’t had time to go back to the hotel to change. And it wasn’t like he didn’t look good in his loungewear. Moving to the door and therefore Cale, Liezel was a bit surprised when he wrapped an arm around her in a partial hug as he guided her inside. 

“Food is ready so I hope you’re hungry.” He commented as he led the way to the elevator. “How has your stay in Denver been so far?” 

“I haven’t seen much beyond the walls of the convention center. But it seems really nice. The whole thin air thing is going to take some getting used to though.” Liezel replied, sighing as the building’s warmth enveloped her, taking the chill away after her short wait outside. “And I’m definitely hungry. We barely had time for lunch today.” 

Cale’s half smile covered his face and he just guided her upstairs into his condo. It was furnished about as nicely as any bachelor’s pad she’d seen but sparsely decorated. After allowing her inside, Cale reached up to assist in removing her jacket, hanging it on a hook before sliding his shoes off onto a mat inside the door. Kicking her heels off as well, Liezel sighed as her arches relaxed and she thanked him softly, following him further inside. 

Immediately, smells of herbs and good Italian cooking flooded her nose and Liezel’s eyebrows rose a bit in surprise. 

“I made chicken parm and some pasta, I hope that’s alright.” Cale murmured, moving around the kitchen easily, opening a small wine fridge and pulling a bottle out. “You like wine right?” He questioned, his cheeks turning a bit ruddy.  

“I enjoy a nice glass of wine, yes.” Liezel confirmed, smiling. “And it sounds perfect, so long as it’s regular pasta and not that chickpea stuff Nate makes you eat.” Her voice was teasing as she leaned against the counter watching him move. “Is there anything I can do to help?” 

“It’s regular.” Cale stated, his body language light as he picked up on her tease based on previous conversations. “If you want to go get the game on since it should be starting soon…I’ll bring the food.” He suggested, pointing the way to the living room. 

Nodding, Liezel did as she was tasked and moved through the space, finding the remote for the large screen tv before flipping it on and pulling up the espn app. Cale was already logged in so it didn’t take much effort to find the hockey east section and UMass’s game. By the time she had, Cale was entering the room with two plates which he set onto the coffee table before retreating for the wine glasses. 

“Do you want anything else?” He called. “Water?” 

“That would be great.” Liezel called back, looking around before picking a spot on the couch because it was clear Cale planned to watch and eat here. 

When her best friend’s brother returned this time it was with two bottles of water tucked under his arm, two glasses of wine, and napkins. 

“You didn’t have to wait for me. Dig in.” He murmured, settling everything down on the coffee table next to their plates. 

“Thanks for dinner Cale. It looks and smells great.” Liezel stated as she reached for a plate along with a napkin. Retrieving silverware, she dug in, her eyes going wide in surprise. “Are you sure this is your cooking?” She teased softly, butterflies swirling in her stomach at Cale’s slightly embarrassed but proud expression, his cheeks warm as he nodded while chewing. 

 “Another point for Laura in the parenting column.” Liezel grinned, even more impressed with their mom and how she had raised them. It was also another point in the attractiveness column for Cale but she wasn’t about to voice that thought aloud. 

Cale didn’t reply but she felt his eyes on her before he turned back to the tv as the game was underway. Watching the game in peace while they ate, Liezel continued to observe Cale’s body language from the corner of her eye. He was instantly more engaged every time Taylor stepped on the ice and it almost appeared like he was holding his breath for the entire duration of Taylor’s shifts. It was clear that he loved Taylor as much as Taylor loved him and that Cale really wanted Taylor to succeed. 

It was during a commercial break that Liezel broke the silence after taking another sip of her wine. 

“Woah. This is really good. Way to spoil a girl off the $10 grad student budget bottles.” That comment made Cale smirk a little but any further comment was silenced as the game resumed. 

By the time first intermission hit, the plates of food had been cleared and Liezel’s wine glass was empty. Though Cale had offered her a second glass, Liezel declined, not wanting to overindulge or risk being tipsy and possibly doing something untoward. Instead, while he went to the bathroom, Liezel moved to gather up dishes and started to clean the kitchen until Cale came back in stating firmly that she didn’t have to do that. 

“You cooked. I can clean.” She assured him, not minding at all. Sensing he wasn’t going to win that battle, Cale simply started to help and within minutes everything was clean and they returned to the living room for the second period of Taylor’s game. 

Throughout the second, Liezel attempted to get comfortable, but it was difficult to truly relax in a pants suit. She didn’t think Cale had noticed but as the period ticked to a close he got up again and when he returned less than a minute later it was with a pair of sweats and a t-shirt in hand. 

“Here.” He murmured softly. “Go change into these.” Hesitating for a moment while just looking at him, Liezel eventually nodded and whispered her thanks before taking the clothes to head into the bathroom Cale directed her to so she could change. Immediately she was enveloped in the scent of his laundry soap and she had to admit that his clothes were far more comfortable than her own and possibly even more comfortable than Taylor’s were.

Heading back into the living room, Liezel thanked Cale again before settling onto the couch with a yawn. Today had been a long day and she was now enjoying watching her best friend on tv where admittedly the company was much nicer than being alone. 

****

Cale could tell Liezel was tired from the moment she entered his condo. He hadn’t expected her to be so tired that she started to doze off while watching the third period of Taylor’s game but there were presently five minutes left on the clock and she was asleep with her head dipping onto his shoulder after scooching closer to him, likely for warmth. 

Taking in her sleeping form during a stoppage in play, Cale couldn’t help but smile to himself. She looked cute in his clothes, though they were way too big on her. He knew she wore clothing that Taylor had left behind frequently but it was different seeing her in something that was his and not his brother’s. 

Since starting to get to know Liezel, Cale had learned that she was smart and determined, but also that she was funny and goofy, warm and kind. Many of those things were why at first he’d assumed that she had been dating his brother. But time and again Taylor had insisted that it wasn’t like that and that he didn’t see her that way. 

And honestly that was a bit baffling and Cale couldn’t understand why Taylor wasn’t romantically interested in someone as great as his best friend. 

Looking down at Liezel again as the game wrapped up, Cale felt a warmth in his chest. She really was beautiful, he always looked forward to talking to her and getting her game day ‘have fun’ texts had become a treasured part of his routine. Plus, she had never treated him like he was an NHL superstar, and Cale felt like with her that didn’t even matter and he liked that. He liked her. Maybe a little more than he should. 

He certainly didn’t have the heart to move her just yet. 

So instead, he flipped on another hockey game and let her rest against his side, caving after a few minutes to press his lips against the crown of her head laying a gentle kiss there. 

****

Waking up it took Liezel a minute to realize where she was and more specifically whose body she was leaning against. When she did she shifted quickly, an apology spilling from her lips. 

“Liez. It’s fine.” Cale’s deep voice quickly assured her as he leaned forward to reach for his bottle of water. “We’ve all been there.” 

Brushing her fingers through her hair, Liezel sighed and looked at her phone, wincing a little at the time reflecting up at her. 

“I should head back to the hotel.” She murmured softly. “Thanks for dinner and for the company during the game. Sorry again for falling asleep. They won right? I’m such a bad friend.” 

“Give me a minute to use the bathroom and I’ll drive you back. And yeah they won.” Cale stated, brushing off her arguments that she could take another uber. “It’s not a problem.” He added firmly. “Plus Taylor would kill me if I didn’t keep you safe.” He added slightly under his breath as he moved to the bathroom. 

The drive back to her hotel was uneventful and she thanked Cale again murmuring that it was nice to actually spend some time with him. As she stepped into her hotel room she couldn’t help but sigh wondering if that hadn’t been a date then why did it sort of feel like one and had she imagined Cale’s lips pressing against her head? 

Yeah she was definitely in trouble. 

Cale: So I was thinking and I know you told me this already but you said you leave tomorrow right? If you don’t have any plans tonight would you maybe want to come to the game? 

Cale: No pressure, just thought I’d offer. You could bring a few people if you wanted. 

Cale hadn’t known what possessed him to invite Liezel to the game other than the chance of seeing her again and knowing that if he didn’t then who knows when he would. When she responded that of course she would come, Cale confirmed that it would just be her and then rushed to morning skate early to have a ticket set aside for her. 

As he settled into his locker, Toewser bumped his shoulder drawing his attention. 

“How’d last night go?” He inquired, a knowing look on his face. 

“They won. So hockey east championship game on Sunday.” Cale replied as he worked to secure all of his padding onto his body. 

“I meant with your dinner date.” Toewser grinned prodding just a little because he knew that Cale had it bad for Liezel even if his d partner wouldn’t admit it. 

“It wasn’t a date.” Cale mumbled lowly, grunting as he tightened straps, his cheeks again giving more than he would like away. 

“Sure.” Toewser chuckled before turning to get himself ready for morning skate. Someday Cale would pull his head out of his ass and ask her out, of that Devon was sure. 

****

By the time Cale stepped onto the ice for pregame skate, his teammates were already well aware that there was something different about this game for their star defenseman. While most couldn’t pinpoint the cause, Devon was almost certain he knew and Gabe had his own suspicions after being caught up to date on a Miss Liezel by Cale’s d partner. 

Cale had been antsy all through his usual warmups and when he made his laps around the ice it was clear that he was looking up at the crowd more than he normally did. Before settling into his spot, his head snapped in a double take and as he refocused, a hidden smile lit up his face. After that it was like all the nerves had left him and he was as sharp as ever though Gabe did notice him linger a little longer at a spot on the ice that was not part of his well established pregame routine and that his cheeks were extra rosy as he made his way back to the locker room. 

No one could have asked for anything more from Cale that night even if he didn’t score. He was strong defensively, stealing pucks and keeping forwards away from Georgiev and he set up multiple powerplay goals to lead the team to a win. 

Liezel had gotten a text from him during second intermission telling her to stay put after the game and he would have someone come get her. And seeing Cale on his phone, it hadn’t taken much for Toewser to approach Gabe informing him that he was pretty sure Liezel was at the game tonight and that maybe it was time to give Cale a little push in the right direction. 

By the time Cale had stepped out into the hall after showering, Liezel was there waiting, medium wash jeans clinging to her legs and a long sleeved navy blue blouse gracing her torso. Though Cale tried not to be that guy, he couldn’t help but note the deep v neck of her shirt. Running his fingers through his still damp hair he approached her, his free hand sliding into his suit pocket. 

“So what did you think?” Cale asked softly, his tone revealing a sudden shyness. 

“Well you weren’t the only one to have fun tonight.” Liezel grinned, her eyes twinkling up at him. 

“Good. I’m glad.” Cale breathed. “I couldn’t let you leave without seeing more of Denver than a conference center.” 

“Well it’s appreciated.” Liezel assured him. “I know Tay probably told you to watch out for me but I’m still grateful because you didn’t have to do any of this. Last night or tonight.” 

“It’s nothing, really.” Cale murmured, licking his lips once. 

“It’s something.” Liezel replied. “It’s more than I had anticipated and I really am grateful. Sometimes it’s hard not to just get caught up in the conference and miss everything else the city has to offer.” 

There was a moment’s pause as Cale just nodded at her before Liezel decided that she should probably let him get home to get some sleep and she should head back to her hotel. 

“Thanks again for everything.” She murmured, stepping forward to offer a brief hug which Cale accepted. As she moved to pull away she stretched up to press a kiss against his cheek. A slight turn of his head had her missing her mark though, her lips catching the corner of his mouth instead. With her heart fluttering wildly, Liezel pulled back and adjusted her wristlet. 

“I uh…I should…” Liezel started, only to be cut off by the booming voice of Cale’s captain who had appeared out of nowhere and was clapping him on the shoulder. 

“Yo, Caler, we’re going out tonight.” His tone suggested that it wasn’t an ask but a command. Liezel watched as Cale’s eyes flickered with an emotion she couldn’t quite pinpoint but that might have been annoyance. “Liezel’s coming too.” The added statement made her eyes go wide because that certainly hadn’t been something she was expecting nor that she had agreed to. 

Cale opened his mouth to say something but Gabe’s arms were sliding around both of their shoulders, casually pulling them both along with him. Liezel complied, her eyes still like a deer in headlights and she slid into a vehicle after Cale who looked like he was conjuring ways to kill his captain without anyone noticing. 

****

From the moment they had arrived at the club, Liezel’s hand had been kept full of one alcoholic beverage or another and so had Cale’s. Three shots and a cocktail in and she was definitely buzzed and on her way to drunk and though she tried to keep Cale’s teammates straight she was failing miserably just doing her best to stick close to the rosy cheeked defenseman. 

To his credit, Cale was always in her eyesight even when he was pulled away to talk to other people and even then he always made his way back to her within just a few minutes. 

When he was away from her side though, Liezel was okay, taking the time to watch Cale as he gradually loosened up with the alcohol, his whole body relaxing and cheeks rosy even in the shitty lighting. There was something about this version of Cale that made heat settle into Liezel’s core and she struggled to push aside the obscene thoughts that entered her mind. 

She should not be this attracted to her best friend’s older brother but she couldn’t help that Cale was smart, funny, and well…had the body of a professional athlete. 

And she had almost kissed him. Well she had kissed him, just not an actual on the lips kiss. And god had that little tease made her want more. Even if she knew that it was something she couldn’t have, she couldn’t help the fact that her eyes lingered on Cale’s mouth as he sipped his beer or talked with a teammate. 

God she really was drunk and she definitely should find an excuse to head back to her hotel before she did something really stupid. 

Lost in thought, Liezel completely missed the approach of a tall dark haired man until he was resting a hand on her waist and laying out a ridiculous pick up line. She wasn’t at all interested, but he was attractive enough, despite his lack of manners and personal space. 

Before she could fend him off on her own, Cale’s eyes met hers and not a moment later he was pushing through the crowd and headed in her direction speaking low but firmly as soon as he was in earshot for the other guy to kindly remove his hand from Liezel. She worried for a moment that something Avs PR would not like was about to go down, however, the hand quickly dropped from her waist as a ‘sorry man didn’t know she was your girl’ slipped from the stranger’s mouth as he quickly dipped out of the area. 

“You okay?” Cale spoke, his voice softening immediately. 

“I could have handled that on my own.” Liezel replied, eyes rolling slightly with annoyance that Cale felt he had to come over to get another guy’s hands off of her without even considering what she may have wanted. “I’m a big girl. Just because Tay said to look out for me doesn’t mean you have to come to my rescue. What if I had wanted his attention?” She questioned. 

“Did you?” Cale’s voice was sharp and his eyes suddenly held a different intensity. “Because from the way I saw it, you didn’t even notice him until he was on top of you because you were looking at me.” 

Liezel hadn’t even realized that Cale had noticed her watching him and only the random conversations from those around them filled the air as they stared at each other. Cale’s gaze went dark as he dipped his head to peek down at her exposed cleavage before looking back up at her. 

A shuffle of bodies pushed him closer to her and she would have tipped over if it wasn’t for his hand falling securely to her waist, his touch sending sparks through her body. 

“Stop me if I’m wrong but I think you want me to kiss you.” Cale spoke, his voice low for only Liezel to hear. His fingers gripping her tighter, Cale held her close before pressing his mouth down on hers in an exploratory kiss. 

Liezel wasn’t a saint, she had kissed plenty of guys before but none of them, not a single one compared to this. When Cale pulled back, Liezel took in lungfuls of air before pressing back up for a second kiss. This time Cale kissed her fiercely and Liezel responded with the same intensity having wanted this for longer than she was willing to admit. 

By the time they both pulled away, Liezel’s body was humming with more than the alcohol. Peeking over Cale’s shoulder she saw a few of his teammates looking in their direction and her cheeks flushed even deeper as she reached for Cale’s hand. 

“Come dance with me.” She stated over the noise. Seeing Cale’s hesitation in his eyes she quickly added onto her statement. “Unless you want to deal with your nosy teammates hassling you.” 

****

Cale absolutely did not want to do that and so he took Liezel’s hand letting her lead them into a spot on the dance floor, his brain still spinning from the kiss. 

He couldn’t deny that the thought of kissing her had crossed his mind once or twice but he definitely didn’t think that it would be anything like that. Liezel definitely knew how to kiss and Cale had loved the way her body had felt pressed against his own. Somewhere in the back of his mind was a voice telling him that all of this was a very very bad idea, but presently that voice was drowned out by the alcohol and the warmth of Liezel’s hand against his. 

As Liezel found a spot, she pulled Cale behind her causing him to groan mentally. She had a spectacular ass and pressed against him he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop himself from getting hard. Letting his hands fall to her waist he tried to keep just a little bit of distance between their hips, at least until Liezel looked back at him with a smirk on her lips. 

“Something wrong?” She murmured, tone playful. 

“Taylor didn’t mention you were trouble.” Cale mumbled back. Throwing her head back against his shoulder in a laugh, Liezel’s gaze was full of mischief. 

“Taylor actively avoids anything regarding my sex life.” Liezel informed him. “So he has no idea how much trouble I can really be.” The implication of her words had a string of curses rolling through Cale’s head and it was only another moment before he gave into the urge to pull her off the dance floor toward the direction of a quieter corner, pressing her gently into the wall. 

“Killing me.” He breathed. Almost immediately Liezel’s hand slipped up along his biceps and around the back of his neck to play with his hair. 

“Are you gonna kiss me again or what?” She teased, urging him forward. Pressing his lips to hers again, Cale took his time, first exploring her mouth again before kissing her deeply and passionately while alternating in light kisses when they both needed to breathe. 

He was unsure of how much time had passed, lost in the little bubble of Liezel’s hands and lips and soft curves. It had been a long time since he was this attracted to someone, not only physically but also emotionally and he was doing his best not to think about the fact that she was leaving tomorrow. 

It wasn’t until things kicked up another notch further, his hands sliding under the bottom of her shirt to feel her soft skin that Cale felt a tap on his shoulder. Pulling away with a groan he turned to look at the person who had interrupted only to find amusement on his d partner’s face. 

“You maybe want to think about taking this somewhere more private.” He offered with a grin. 

****

As Cale stared down his teammate, Liezel felt her cheeks flush and she looked at her phone quickly, observing just how late it really was. Making out with Cale had been so so good but unfortunately she did need to get back to her hotel and sleep before the conference’s closing session tomorrow morning. 

“Yeah. I uh, I should get back.” She stated softly trying to regain Cale’s attention. Trying to communicate that she really didn’t want to but that it was the wise decision, she laced her fingers with his again for a moment. “Wait for my uber with me?” She requested, wanting to suck up every minute possible with him. 

After a moment, Cale nodded and followed her through throngs of people, out into the chill Denver night’s air. Quickly ordering an uber, she shifted back and forth on her feet before looking up at him, not sure what to say now. Cale looked a bit like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on his head and Liezel had a feeling that he was just as confused about what happened now as she was. 

Before she could find the words, her uber pulled up along the curb and she sighed softly gesturing for the driver to give her just a moment. Stretching up, she pressed a soft and lingering kiss onto Cale’s lips before pulling away. 

“Thanks again for everything.” She whispered, groaning as her driver honked for her to hurry up. “And just so you know…I really really like you.” 

Cale didn’t say anything as she climbed into the back of the uber, his hands shoved in his pockets and shoulders slumped. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Liezel fought back tears fueled by the lingering alcohol in her system and the feeling that she had just royally fucked everything up tonight. 

As she settled into her hotel bed after taking a long hot shower during which she let all of the emotions from this trip wash over her, Liezel heard her phone vibrate from the nightstand beside her. 

Cale: I really really like you too.

Liezel’s top for clubbing:

#cale makar #cale makar imagine #colorado avalanche imagine #colorado avalanche #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #taylor makar #taylor makar imagine #cavalanche #042

[theanticool]

We got some pretty good fights going down in boxing today.

First off, we have Zhang Zhilei vs Joe Joyce 2. Big old heavyweight fight, literally. WBO interim heavyweight title up for grabs. Also, Anthony Yarde on the undercard. For my fellow Americans, card starts around 2pm ET on ESPN+.

On the second card, from Orlando, we have rising super lightweight prospect Richardson Hitchins taking on former world title challenger Jose Zepeda. Zepeda is a recent opponent of champion Regis Prograis so a win would be a huge boost for the rising Hitchins. On the undercard, we have a fight for the title of undisputed at women’s welterweight. Jessica McCaskill will attempt to win her 4th belt back as she faces newly crowned champion Sandy Ryan. Also Conor Benn makes his first appearance since popping for PED use. Card starts at 8pm ET.

#boxing #Zhang Zhilei #joy Joyce #Jessica McCaskill #Sandy Ryan #Richardson Hitchins #Jose Zepeda #gifs and pics

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Bus Bros + sharing a chair and nudging the other over :heh:

the thing is. this got absurdly deep in my brain and turned into a sports night au that i have been thinking about for weeks now. this isn't so much a snippet from it as a little intro to it? ("sports night" in "sports night au" refers to the early 00s aaron sorkin comedy that has a very special place in my heart still. it is hopefully somewhat clear from the context, but this is an au in which they host a daily sports show on some network tv channel that's less popular than like, espn, but their show is kind of a cult hit.)

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“First team to the studio, three minutes to air.”

Scott backs through the door to the studio, pushing the final bite of pastry into his mouth, eyes glued to the phone in his other hand. Ashley appears in front of him and starts brushing the crumbs off his jacket.

“Scotty, I swear to god, you’re like a child. Are your hands clean?”

Scott licks the last of the chocolate off his fingers and gives her a grin.

“If you get anything on your shirt collar, I will kill you. It will look like literal shit on screen. And stop tweeting, you know it makes Brian nervous.”

She pats Scott firmly on the cheek and then wheels around, already moving on to fix the next six problems that present themselves.

Scott turns towards the set, still composing his tweet. “Alright Joey?” 

“Just grand,” Josef replies, sounding pleased enough that Scott stops typing and looks up. His suspicions prove valid.

“That’s my seat.” 

Josef looks up from his notes. The new girl from hair and makeup is hovering behind him, studiously attempting to fix his already perfect hair. 

“I think it belongs to Roger, actually,” he says.  

“You can’t sit in my seat.” Scott steps behind the desk, and tries to tower over Josef. Even with Josef sitting down, it doesn’t really work. Scott lacks the ability to intimidate people physically. It's one of the reasons he never tried to be a footy player. “That seat shows off my good side.”

Josef reaches up and pats him on the cheek, the opposite one to Ashley. 

“Both your sides are good sides, Scotty.” 

“Two minutes to air.”

Scott isn't sure why Josef has decided this is his seat today, despite never once showing an interest in it, but he doesn’t show any signs of moving, so Scott takes the only option available to him. He bumps Josef hard with his hip, taking advantage of Josef’s surprise to squeeze onto the third of a seat now available.

Josef squawks, and attempts to wrestle him off for about five seconds, until it’s clear that Scott’s legs are now anchored around the legs and he’s not going anywhere. He tries a different approach.

“You know, I don’t think Brian will like it if we’re both in this seat when we go to air.”

Scott ignores him and starts reading over Josef’s notes in front of him. He snorts at a joke Josef's added into the second segment since their final rundown, and spots an uncorrected error.

“Palou finished fourth, not fifth,” he says. He picks up the pencil and scribbles a note. “Ferrucci got a penalty after the race for the last lap incident with O'Ward.”

“Good,” Josef says. He sticks his elbow into Scott’s side, and Scott sticks right back. “Motherfucker deserved it.”

“Josef, don’t say shit like that when you’re on mic,” Brian yells from behind the glass. Scott gives him a thumbs up and he rolls his eyes. 

“I’m right,” Josef yells back.

“You are right,” Scott agrees. He personally finds Josef’s feud with an IndyCar driver who doesn’t really know he exists hilarious, and does everything he can to encourage it. 

“Don’t encourage him.” Brian’s face is taking on that flush that means he’s going from entertained by them to genuinely stressed out. And can you two quit it with the Bobbsey twins impression? We’re on in sixty.”

“Who the fuck are the Bobbsey twins?” 

“I will fire you, McLaughlin.” 

Josef is laughing now, and Scott feels the answering flush of pleasure he always does at making that happen. 

“I think he really will call Roger and try to get me fired if you don’t get out of my seat,” he says, and Josef finally holds up his hands. 

“Can’t have that,” he says. He moves over to the unoccupied seat, then reaches over to drag his notes in front of him. “They might make me do the show with Will.”

“Will would never,” Scott replies. He’s been at PSN for almost two years and he’s only seen Will in person three times. “He’d never give up the road life to sit in the studio and get yelled at by Brian with you.”

“Takes a special kind of person to do that,” Josef says. He winks at Scott, big and showy like he gets in front of the cameras. Scott eats it up anyway.

“Sure does,” he agrees. “They had to go halfway around the world to find one.”

Brian’s voice, sounding relieved now, comes through their earpieces. “Josef, you’ve got the intro, ten seconds then commercial.”

“Roger.” 

Scott glances at his notes, then sidelong at Josef. He’s settled into his pre-show routine, long fingers tapping the desk, stretching his neck to one side, then the other. 

“You know, if you want me to sit in your lap next time, just ask.” 

Josef laughs again, and Scott wonders if the tinge of pink in his cheeks is just from the heat of the studio lights. 

“And we’re on in ten, nine—”

The familiar beats of the show settle over Scott. He squashes his grin down into a smirk and turns to face camera 3. Brian holds up a hand, counting down on his fingers now—3, 2, 1—and then points to Josef.

Showtime.

#asks #rpf tag #here's the thing they do not fit into the casey and dan archetypes BUT as themselves they could fit so well #into this kind of universe #the real reason i can't write this is i don't follow american sports closely enough #fir tag #fic asks

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Mila! Thoughts on the match versus Granada? I’m so pissed about it

Una puteria, a fuckery if you ask me. That early goal totally messed with us. If you’ve ever played any type of sport you know something like that is bad for you … here you are barely starting what you thought was going to be an “easy” match and you’re already losing in the 20 something second and you have to reposition yourself now to not just defend yourself but also make now not just one but two goals at least. It took the team a bit to gather themselves.

I do think that was a great play for Granada, I’m almost 99% sure that something like that was their objective. And tbqh that’s the beauty of this sport, it’s never what you think. People were saying there was no way we didn’t come out with this with multiple goals on our favor and look at what happened.

Fermín was good but wasn’t his best match I would say. It kind of sucks Lamine’s goal felt rushed because we were just thinking of the comeback he didn’t really get a good celebration out of it. Sergi at least delivered today.

Our defense was lacking big time. The commentators on ESPN were saying how that first goal was Gavi’s fault for losing the ball but he literally had two on him and got thrown to the damn ground, but even after him how the f did Bryan get past our defense.

I’m n it quite sure if we would have generated any more has Lewa been in. Definitely someone like Rapha would have pushed our game up higher. I don’t think J. Felix and Ferran understand each other as much as Joao and Lewa do, there’s a lack of connection there I think. And this isn’t to fault either one. I think Ferran was doing a good job but we missed a lot.

Was it offsides or not … I don’t think so but there’s always the argument that by Ferran jumping, even if the ball was too high for him to reach, it prevented their goalie from going for the ball at that point, etc etc.

I agree with what Sergi said though, we should have scored earlier. We shouldn’t be relying on a 97 minute comeback.

But hey it is what it is … we learn from this and grow. Now they’re saying Kounde and Lamine should be fine but I seriously cannot take any more injured.

On the bright side, we’re supposed to start seeing Pedri back soon.

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Ricciardo to replace De Vries at AlphaTauri from the Hungarian Grand Prix

Daniel Ricciardo will make a sensational return to front-line Formula 1 racing at the upcoming Hungarian Grand Prix, with the Australian set to replace Nyck de Vries at the AlphaTauri team for the rest of the season. Ricciardo was in action today at Silverstone, driving Red Bull’s current RB19 car in a Pirelli tyre test. READ MORE: Ricciardo makes Red Bull return at Silverstone test But it’s now been announced that Ricciardo – currently Red Bull’s third driver – will take the place of De Vries from Hungary onwards at AlphaTauri. De Vries has failed to score in his first 10 F1 races Dutch driver De Vries – who starred in a one-off drive for Williams at Monza last year, claiming ninth position – has endured a difficult first season of full-time F1 racing and is yet to score, with AlphaTauri rooted to the bottom of the constructors’ standings. That’s led to him being replaced after 10 Grands Prix, with eight-time race winner Ricciardo – who lost his drive with McLaren at the end of 2022 following two trying seasons with the team – set to re-join the Faenza-based squad with whom he spent two seasons in 2012 and 2013 in their Toro Rosso guise, before his promotion to Red Bull for 2014. READ MORE: Swap shop – drivers who switched teams mid-season Ricciardo went on to net seven victories for Red Bull, before joining Renault for two seasons from 2019, then moving onto McLaren for 2021. Ricciardo had been outspoken in recent interviews about his desire to make it back to a full-time F1 seat, the Australian recently telling ESPN: “Right now, I do want to get back on the grid next year. I do feel like there’s certainly some unfinished business. I’m staying in the loop and staying prepared.” Ricciardo’s first race back, meanwhile, will come at the venue where he scored the second of his F1 victories at the 2014 Hungarian Grand Prix. This feature is currently not available because you need to provide consent to functional cookies. Please update your cookie preferences Daniel Ricciardo's best funny moments in Formula 1 via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com

#F1 #Ricciardo to replace De Vries at AlphaTauri from the Hungarian Grand Prix #Formula 1

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We got called a lot of things for defending Daniel, which have now unsurprisingly turned out to be true

• ESPN confirming that Daniel is the scapegoat for the shit car

• ESPN calling out McLaren’ and Zak’ treatment towards Daniel

• People finally clocking on that McLaren are setting Daniel up to fail (been told to hold position time and time again so Lando can create a bigger gap from whoever, been given shit strategies, I think the biggest one was after his crash in Monaco and they asked if the car was okay (people said Tom didn’t know he crashed, but surely if the car just stopped you’d ask if the driver was okay first or at least I would))

•McLaren refusing to take accountability for the car because Lando is doing well (even though he’s also said that he’s struggling with car)

i'm so tired of it and i really don't have the energy for it today

#ask.txt

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Damn It, Ime Udoka, Not You Bro!!!!!

Boston Celtic head coach, and the only African head coach in NBA history, is in trouble with the league for having an affair with an employee of the Boston Celtics throughout the 2021/22 season.

And more and more, it appears that Udoka will be forced to sit out the 2022/23 season through suspension.

Look, where do you think people meet people? Most people, meet their significant and less than significant others, at work.

I mean, let’s be serious here, are we seriously getting mad because two full-grown people hooked-up, and the reason they happen to know each other is because they met at work?

Is that what we’re mad about?

As most NBA fans would probably know, Ime Udoka is married to Nia Long, and I won’t lie, it’s a bad look for a dude to cheating on his wife and all, but that’s not for the NBA to ajudicate or even try to be a part of talking about. 

Now, the league and the Celtics might feel that this kind of hurts the image of either or both, on a PR level, especially now, with the NBA looking to oust Rober Sarver as Phoenix Suns owner for what are essentailly conduct issues.  

The way Shanon Sharpe explained it on today’s episode of Undisputed, is that the Celtics are doing this as a kind of protective measure from legal action, that either the employee in question or Udoka himself, could bring fourth in the future, but I don’t think that’s the case at all.

Stephen A Smith had one of the better moments of his recent career by pointing out the very same thing on ESPN First Take, which is that why did the Celtics release this information to the public?

This type of thing can be handled in-house, especially because this was a consensual relationship, so it does seem strange that the Celtics let the public in on this, and the way it reads, is that the Celtics are hedging their bets, in case they ever need a reason to be rid of Ime Udoka. 

The real scary part, and the nugget we have to remember moving forward is that there are more details to this story, and not all the information has been released to the media yet.

There will likely be more news, and there better be, because the idea of losing a whole year of coaching, over an affair is really crazy, bro.

What I am most concerned about, is the decision-making of a man that cheats on Nia Long.

Ime Udoka is still my favorite head coach, and I dont think this should cost him his job, but bro cheated on Nia Long, he’s gonna wear that on his jacket for a minute.

I took the liberty of putting the picture of the woman Ime had an affair with in the picture above. She’s former WNBA player, Allison Feaster, and according to her Linkedin, she was working with the Celtics Player Development program, and that would be how all this came about.

It’s unfortunate, but it’s kind of a sign of the times, and there is no way her career is going to be unaffected by this, which is also unfortunate.

What’s crazy is that all over the corporate world, and in retail, and any other place where people work, they’re having these kinds of relationships or incidents occure in their workplace, and it doesn’t end up ruining people’s lives and careers.

Here we have a situation where the wife that’s been cheated on, has to have the story play out on a public stage, Ime Udoka is going to lose a year of his career, and “the other women” is going to have her career probably shelved as a result of this.

Feels a little scapegoat-ish, but I’ll wait for the info we don’t already have because something ain’t right.

#sports #nba #boston celtics #celtics #ime udoka #nia long #allison feaster

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Little Leaguer Who Hugged Opposing Pitcher 'Just Wanted to Make Sure He Was Okay Too' After Hit

The 12-year-old Oklahoma Little Leaguer who went viral Wednesday for consoling an opposing pitcher with a hug says he "just wanted to make sure he was okay too."

Isaiah Jarvis, who was batting when Pearland, Texas pitcher Kaiden Shelton accidentally hit him in the head with a pitch, tells PEOPLE that he's "doing good" and is trying to wrap his head around the viral response to his comforting hug.

The emotional moment happened in the bottom of the first inning of Tuesday's Little League Southwest Regional Playoff final, after Shelton's errant pitch sent Jarvis to the ground. Jarvis clutched at his head before getting up and walking to the mound to hug the pitcher, who was crying.

"I was scared in the moment," Jarvis says, thinking back to the pitch. The Little Leaguer, who hopes to play baseball "at the highest possible level" when he's older, says he was worried he might have had a concussion and would be medically ruled out for the rest of the game.

But moments later, it was Shelton he was worried about after he saw the pitcher crying and struggling to continue on the mound.

Live microphones on the field during ESPN's broadcast caught him consoling Shelton, even though he was on the opposing team, and telling him, "Hey, you're doing great," according to the network.

"I saw Kaiden was getting a little emotional up there and feeling bad for me," Jarvis says. "When I saw him getting emotional, I was just trying to be like Jesus and comfort him and really let him know I was okay. I just wanted to make sure he was okay too."

Shelton told Good Morning America on Wednesday that the hug "made me feel a lot better about myself at that moment," and that Jarvis told him to "just throw strikes and take deep breaths."

The Pearland, Texas coach changed pitchers soon after the hit-by-pitch, but Shelton continued to play and contributed on offense, according to an unofficial box score, recording two hits, two runs batted in and one run scored himself. His Texas team defeated Jarvis' Oklahoma squad 9-4 and advanced to the next round of the Little League World Series in Williamsport, Pennsylvania.

But both players left Tuesday night's game feeling good, as their embrace on the mound was heralded by parents in the stands, ESPN's broadcasters and even former Major League Baseball players who later celebrated the show of sportsmanship on social media.

"I knew it would get some attention, because after the game my teammate's family was like, 'Zay, you're going viral right now!' But I didn't think it'd be this big," Jarvis laughs.

"I'm doing good today," he says, adding that it's "been a crazy day" with all the attention he's gotten online.

Jarvis' father Austin Jarvis, a college baseball coach at Carl Albert State College in their hometown of Poteau, says he's also proud and jokes his new job is now being his son's "PR guy" because of the flood of calls from newspapers and television shows. "It's been pretty crazy," he says. "We never thought we'd hear from this many people."

Jarvis, who was playing for Tulsa, Oklahoma's 12-and-under team before they were eliminated from the tournament, says he luckily only woke up with a small bruise on his head on Wednesday.

Both players exchanged numbers after the game, and Jarvis says Shelton is also "doing good today." Shelton's mom also called Jarvis on Wednesday to tell him "thank you" and that she's glad he's doing better

Jarvis' mom, Stephenie Nevener, wrote on social media that "anyone who knows [Isaiah] isn't surprised. It's who he is! He is kind. He is loving. He is compassionate-and always has been," adding that she's "one proud momma."

The soon-to-be-seventh grader credits both his parents for teaching him the importance of sportsmanship. "My dad always tells his players to put others before yourself and treat other people how you want to be treated," Jarvis says. "I was really glad I was able to put that into action."

https://people.com/sports/little-leaguer-who-hugged-opposing-pitcher-just-wanted-to-make-sure-he-was-okay-too-after-hit/

#male positivity #boy positivity #positivity

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#wnba #sue bird

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KATIE TAYLOR VS AMANDA SERRANO 2 WILL STREAM LIVE EXCLUSIVELY ON NETFLIX ON JULY 20

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Published: April 17, 2024

Taylor vs. Serrano 2 will be the co-main event of Paul vs. Tyson at AT&T Stadium in Arlington, Texas, with their rematch to be contested for the undisputed super lightweight championship as Taylor puts all her super lightweight belts on the line

Pound-for-pound stars Taylor and Serrano previously made history as the first-ever female fighters to headline Madison Square Garden, a bout that garnered both fighters global acclaim and earned the pair the distinction of Sports Illustrated’s Fight of the Year and The Ring’s Event of the Year in 2022

Netflix and Most Valuable Promotions (MVP) today announced that after two years, Matchroom’s undisputed super lightweight world champion Katie Taylor (23-1, 6 KOs), will step back in the ring for the most anticipated rematch in women’s boxing history against boxing trailblazer and unified featherweight champion Amanda “The Real Deal” Serrano (46-2-1, 30 KOs). Taylor vs. Serrano 2 will stream live globally, exclusively on Netflix on Saturday, July 20, 2024 from the 80,000-seat capacity AT&T Stadium in Arlington, Texas, home of the NFL’s Dallas Cowboys. 

Taylor vs. Serrano 2 will be the co-main event to the recently announced heavyweight match between Jake Paul and Mike Tyson as part of Netflix and MVP’s first-ever partnership. This will mark Taylor and Serrano’s long-awaited rematch following their historic bout at Madison Square Garden in 2022, where they made history as the first ever women fighters to headline an event in the iconic venue’s history. The bout ended in a narrow split decision in favor of Taylor and garnered global acclaim for both fighters earning Sports Illustrated’s Fight of the Year and The Ring’s Event of the Year for 2022. Taylor vs. Serrano was also nominated for Sports Business Journal’s Event of the Year, a testament to the global reach and power of the event. The rematch between the ESPN-ranked pound-for-pound powerhouses, #2 Taylor and #3 Serrano, will be contested for the undisputed super lightweight championship marking a jump of three weight classes from Serrano’s normal featherweight division as Taylor puts all her super lightweight belts on the line. The women’s undisputed megafight will be contested across 10, two-minute rounds, Serrano’s only break from fighting 12x3, the men’s championship standard, for the remainder of her career. Paul vs. Tyson and Taylor vs. Serrano 2 is anticipated to be the biggest boxing event in modern history, and fans can sign up for presale ticket access at mostvaluablepromotions.com. 

Irish sensation Katie Taylor once again reaches for greatness as she meets Amanda Serrano in a rematch – with Taylor looking to add another remarkable chapter to her incredible boxing career as she defends her undisputed Super-Lightweight title. Taylor defeated Serrano at a sold-out Madison Square Garden in April 2022 in a stunning fight of the year contest that saw Taylor successfully defend the undisputed Lightweight title that she won in the same arena in June 2019 against Belgian Delfina Persoon. Taylor became a two-weight undisputed champion in her last outing in November, overcoming Chantelle Cameron in a rematch of their closely fought battle in April, with both fights taking place at a sold-out 3Arena in Dublin, Ireland. She first got her hands on world honors in her seventh pro fight, claiming the vacant WBA Lightweight title in Cardiff against Anahi Sanchez in October 2017, and has been in 17 straight world title contests since that night en-route to becoming a two-weight undisputed ruler.

"This is the rematch the world has wanted to see and I’m delighted that it’s finally happening,” said Katie Taylor. “The first fight in New York was obviously an epic occasion and it more than lived up to the billing, and I’m sure the rematch will be no different. I want to thank Matchroom and DAZN for their help in making the fight possible and I’m looking forward to defending my titles as Undisputed World Champion in Dallas on Saturday, July 20.”

Amanda Serrano, the first-ever Puerto Rican undisputed world champion and seven-division world champion, started her current featherweight title reign by defeating Heather Hardy in a brutal 10-round fight in 2019 to win the WBO belt, and has since defended her WBO belt six times. Serrano offered Hardy a chance at redemption in August 2023, but successfully defended her undisputed featherweight world champion title for the first time in a decisive 10 round unanimous decision victory. Serrano also won a blood-soaked war against WBA featherweight champion Erika Cruz in February 2023, which made her the undisputed featherweight champion. Serrano’s decisive win against Cruz followed her previous win over Sarah Mahfoud in Manchester, England that added the Dane’s IBF title to her WBO, WBC, and IBO featherweight belts. Most recently, Serrano took home a unanimous decision victory against her mandatory WBO challenger Danila Ramos, making history in the first-ever women’s unified world championship to be fought over 12, three-minute rounds, equal to any men’s championship fight, and marking the first time a women’s fight has gone the full 12x3. Serrano threw a career high 1,103 punches in the bout. In a true commitment to change for women’s boxing, Serrano recently vacated her WBC title, as the sanctioning body does not support women’s choice for 12x3. Serrano, whose natural weight is 126 pounds, now steps up to super lightweight to face Taylor for the second time, aiming to add the Irish fighter’s belts to her current featherweight hardware in what would be a championship in her eighth weight class.  

“I promised my fans they would see this rematch after we made history at MSG and it feels like a dream come true to know that Katie and I are finally making it happen on the biggest stage possible to show the world what elite women’s boxing is all about,” said Amanda Serrano. “While my focus continues to be on giving women the choice to fight with the same rules as men, I’ve always said that this is the one fight I’d go back to 10x2 for if that’s what Katie wanted. I’m coming for her belts, she wants 10x2, so that’s what we will do. I believe I won our first fight, but I didn’t get the decision, so this time I’m not leaving it to the judges. I am honored to share this iconic MVP card in the biggest stadium, on the biggest streaming platform in the world. Thank you Nakisa, Jake, Mike and Netflix for making this happen. And to all the young girls and women watching, I want you to know that anything is possible. Keep dreaming, keep working hard, and never let anyone tell you otherwise. It took me 15 years of blood, sweat and tears to get here, but it’s all worth it because I’m living my dreams.”

Taylor vs. Serrano 2 marks the latest in MVP’s series of significant women’s championship fights as the company works to establish equity across the sport. The event follows Amanda Serrano’s first-ever 12x3 unified championship fight vs. challenger Danila Ramos in October and the Paul vs. August special championship feature of MVP’s Shadasia “The Sweet Terminator” Green vs. Franchón Crews-Dezurn for the WBC and WBA super middleweight world titles.

“When we announced Paul vs. Tyson, we stated that this would be the most-watched boxing event in modern boxing history and we’re here to deliver on a card worthy of that greatness,” said Nakisa Bidarian and Jake Paul, co-founders of Most Valuable Promotions. “Amanda Serrano and Katie Taylor have proven they are two of the biggest names in the sport, male or female and their rematch is one of the biggest fights in boxing, so it’s only fitting for them to be a part of this massive global event. Anyone who witnessed their first battle knows the unforgettable atmosphere and performance Amanda and Katie bring when they step into the ring together,and this is sure to be a fight of the year contender again. Bringing attention to women’s boxing has always been a priority for MVP and we are thrilled to give the world’s most-anticipated women’s boxing fight ever a crowning moment on Netflix. Thank you to Matchroom and DAZN for working with MVP and Netflix to make this historic fight come to fruition.”

“Katie Taylor and Amanda Serrano are two of the best boxers in the world,” said Mike Tyson. “I know they can both put on an incredible show, and I’m thrilled to have them join this card. These remarkable athletes will undoubtedly elevate the event with their global appeal and fan bases. Adding one of the greatest fights in women's boxing history to this unforgettable event is a true gift to fans. Saturday, July 20 can’t get here soon enough.”

Netflix is the premier home for great sports entertainment with hits like Emmy-nominated Untold that featured Jake Paul the Problem Child episode last year, along with Formula 1: Drive To Survive, Full Swing, Beckham, NASCAR: Full Speed, Quarterback, Tour de France: Unchained, Under Pressure: The U.S. Women’s World Cup Team and Six Nations: Full Contact. And beginning in 2025, Netflix will become the new home of WWE Raw. Paul vs. Tyson and Serrano vs. Taylor II will be Netflix’s third live sports event, following The Netflix Cup and The Netflix Slam. 

"Katie Taylor and Amanda Serrano captivated  the sports world during their first fight two years ago, and fans have been clamoring to see them in the ring together again ever since," said Gabe Spitzer, Vice President, Nonfiction Sports, Netflix. "We are thrilled to partner with MVP to bring this epic rematch to Netflix subscribers all over the world on Saturday, July 20th, in what will be an unforgettable night alongside Jake Paul vs Mike Tyson."

Additional information, including the additional undercard bouts, will be announced at a later date. For the opportunity to sign up for presale tickets, click here.

#HF #Katie Taylor