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rugby player!soap mactavish x reader

wc: 3.1k

summary: you're a fieldside medic for a rugby league team and you care a bit too deeply for one of the players. he cares right back

cw: NSFW, f!reader, medical inaccuracies, oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), johnny's face is covered in blood, medical malpractice too probably, semi-public sex, johnny is lowkey concussed so dubcon just to be sure (but he wants this trust)

special thanks to @kitkatscabinet for helping this come to be!

read on ao3, divider by saradika

“Ye come here often?”

It takes everything in you not to laugh at Johnny’s obvious attempt at flirting. Not because he’s misguided or the advances are unwanted– truly, you wouldn't mind at all in any other circumstance. Only right now, you’re trying to assess him for a concussion. That, and he’s still got his mouthguard in so paired with the blood dribbling from his nose, his words are a garbled slur. 

“Stop moving, Johnny,” you tell him, handing him another cloth to press to his bleeding nose– broken again, you’d wager. You’ll get to that in a moment. 

“‘Am no,” he mumbles, lifting his head when you tilt up his chin and giving you a charming grin. Even with the mouthguard and a twisted nose, he’s still the most handsome man on the team. Which, given your own penchant for beefy rugby-type men, is saying something. “Just askin’.”

“It's not helping your case, then,” you say, gripping his jaw tighter when he tries to move again. “Because you know good and well I come here often. I’m your medic.”

“ Mine ?” Johnny echoes with a somewhat-delirious chuckle. “Och, I’m lucky then, have ye all to maself.” 

You want to correct him, to tell him that you're technically the whole team’s medic, but you don't. You let him be, and instead reach to grab a light to check his pupils. He does manage to hold still as you shine it into his eyes, though he’s helped along by your firm grip on his jaw. His pupils react normally, but you’re still concerned. 

“How are you feeling?” You ask, taking a seat across from him as he finally spits out his mouthguard and presses the cloth to his nose. “Head pounding?”

“Aye,” he says, and you frown as you watch the cloth steadily soak with blood. “But it has just been knocked off my shoulders. ‘Am not seeing  two of you, if that's what you mean. Wouldn't be complainin’ if I were, mind you.”

You hum in response, seeming dubious. You suppose that's good, all things considered. Flirting aside, if he is concussed, it's not deeply serious. Still, you’re concerned. But you know Johnny. He loves to play, loves the game. And he’s one of the best players in the club. You glance behind you at the screen that's playing footage of the game, biting your lip. You can see how desperately Johnny wants to get back out there, he’s practically buzzing in his seat. So somehow, you’re going to have to break it to him that you’re keeping him off the pitch for at least the remainder of this half. Naturally, he’ll be a nuisance about it. Whine, complain, probably beg you to reconsider. Part of you doesn't want to deal with the guilty feeling those puppy dog eyes envokes. 

So, you stall. 

“And the nose?”

“Fuckin’ kills,” he confirms, lowering the rag and grunting in satisfaction when no more blood drips free. “Broken.”

“Again,” you sigh, moving to stand up again. The fact his nose has stopped actively bleeding does loosen the vice-like grip of worry that’s wrapped around your ribcage. He’s breathing okay too, which loosens it again. Still, though, it’s suffocating. 

(You shouldn't worry so much about Johnny. He’s been knocked around far more than you could ever handle and played through much worse. But you’re a bit selfish when it comes to Johnny… you care about him more than you ought to as a professional.)

“Cannae complain when it means I get to see ye,” Johnny says with a cheeky grin as you put your fingers to his nose. “I like it when ye dote on me.”

“You won't like me in a second,” you say. He laughs shortly, and you suppose that he assumes you’re talking about setting his nose. In a way, you are. But that's not why he’ll actually be miffed with you. He’d probably never be miffed about setting his nose anyway, he knows it's a necessary pain. 

You give him a smile, gently prodding at his twisted nose to get your hands in the right position, and you don't bother giving him a countdown. Instead, you break the news to him as quickly as you can manage as you snap the bone back into place, “I’m keeping you off.”

“ Fuck ! Yer what?!” Johnny rears back in his seat with the combined impact of the pain and the sudden information. You step back, wringing your hands together as he blinks harshly. You’re sure there’s dots in his vision from the pain, and once his head clears enough he’ll process what you’ve said. 

“Bonnie,” he says slowly after a moment. The sweet name makes your stomach twist in a strange anxious delight. “Tell me yer joking.”

You give him a sheepish smile, unmoving– and he knows you won't budge. He also knows how much his coach trusts you, and if you say he’s out, he’s out. His coach won’t put him back in if you say not to. But you know he’ll argue anyway. “Until the next half, at least. I need to keep an eye on you.”

Johnny groans deeply, sinking down in the chair. He growls your name, and you’re a tad ashamed to say it goes right to your core. 

“We’re only 20 minutes in, I’ll miss half the game! You cannae-”

“You’re staying off, Johnny,” you say firmly. When you’d started on as the Eels’ medic, you’d been a bit shier. But you’d learned quickly that these men were hardheaded in more ways than one, and being shy and timid would get you nowhere in enforcing their safety. So you took note from their coach and got tough with them. It earned you the respect you needed, and also the trust from their coach in knowing that you could handle them. “And you know I won’t be changing my mind. Now if you want to go back on at all, you’ll behave.”

This earns you another groan, but the growly tone of it says something entirely different than the last one. You feel your cheeks warm, and hope to god he doesn't notice. 

“Talkin’ dirty won’t make me forgive you, you ken,” Johnny says, knuckles pressed against his closed eyes. “Ye really won’t budge?”

“You know me better than that.”

“Aye, I do,” he sighs, dropping his hands and lowering his lidded gaze to you. “Lucky yer sweet talking me, lass. Wouldn't be so forgiving otherwise.”

It's not a threat meant to be taken seriously, you know. It's a threat that does something else entirely, but you hurriedly stand and clear your throat. Professionalism, you tell yourself. It's the backbone of your career. To be surrounded by hot, burly, virile men all day and not do anything about it is a god damn superpower. 

“Price will be as disappointed as you are, but he’ll let you watch from the bench-”

“‘Am no going out there,” he says, standing up with less hurry and far more care. Despite his protests, he is heeding your warnings and taking care with his head. “Can watch the game from in here. Got another way for us to pass the time.”

You stop as you’re turning toward the door, glancing back at him while he inches closer to you. “Johnny…”

You know exactly where he’s hoping to go with this. And as much as you want to – god, you want to – you truly can’t. You’d lose your job. Probably lose your licence if the powers that be were feeling extra annoyed by it, and absolutely shatter your reputation in the process. 

But then… that’s only if you get caught. There’s no security cameras in the locker rooms– there isn’t allowed to be. There’s 20 minutes left of the half, no one’s going to come in here until then. You could. You could do it, and be done with it before anyone notices.

(You’re obviously being intentionally naive in thinking you’d ever be satisfied with just one taste of Johnny, but for now it’s the only way you can rationalise it.)

“C’mon, bonnie.”

You turn back round to face him, bouncing a bit on your toes. “We’ll need to be quick.”

Johnny’s bloody and bruised face lights up with a toothy grin and he nods dutifully as he closes the distance between you both. He lifts his hand to place it on your cheek, his palm warm and rough against your skin. “Cannae tell ye how much I’ve thought about this.”

You laugh a bit, staring up at him. You don’t mind so much that he’s still a bit covered in his own blood. “This is so unprofessional.”

“Aye, it is.”

He doesn’t waste another second before he’s putting his mouth on yours, teeth clacking against yours with the desperation and intensity of his kiss. You hear yourself make a soft noise of surprise, or something akin to that. It’s hard to say, hard to organise your emotions when your brain only wants to focus on Johnny, Johnny, Johnny.  

He’s intoxicating. If being around him and simply being flirted with by him was as addictive as it was, actually kissing him, touching him beyond just treating his injuries, is heroin. He’s backing you up toward the lockers before you realise it, moving his hands from your cheeks down to your body. His hands explore you with no inhibitions, his rough hands squeezing at your tits. He groans into your mouth, pulling his lips away from yours to look down.

His forehead presses to yours as he takes in the sight of your body. Of course, you’re fully clothed and it’s nothing he’s never seen before, but it’s the fact that for this moment it’s his.

(Johnny is well aware that half his team wants you. Maybe more than half, but half of them had openly expressed it. While you’re gone, while they’re winding down in the locker room. But none of them could pull it off. None of them had seeped through the cracks in your professionalism and found their way into your pants. But Johnny had. He had barely even started with you, and he's already thinking about how he might gloat about it.)

“Fuckin’ gorgeous, bonnie,” he mumbles, pressing a short kiss to your lips. “Would love to take my time with ye.”

“Me too,” you breathe, arching into his touch as he gropes at your tits. “But we can’t.”

“Aye,” he says, a scowl creasing his bloodied face. “Bloody tragic. S’alright, lass, next time.”

Part of you wants to say there probably shouldn’t be a next time, which is true, but your brain is already surpassing its ability to form sentences– and the idea of denying yourself of more Johnny sounds like a nightmare right now. You can’t even entertain the thought, not while Johnny is pressing his bulge to your leg, groaning as he shamelessly ruts against your clothed thigh. 

“What d’you want, bonnie?” He asks, voice breathy, almost growling in your ear. “Tell me. I’ll give it to ye.”

You have to bite your tongue to prevent yourself from asking him to fuck you outright. You’re not entirely sure why you don’t say that, actually. Maybe it’s the time constraints, or maybe it’s his cock pressing against your thigh, but fuck, you want to taste it.

“Let me suck you off,” you demand unceremoniously. Johnny chuckles, likely at your commanding tone, but nods as he presses a kiss, then another, to your neck.

“Christ,” he says between heated kisses. He seems almost disappointed to let you sink to your knees, leaving his mouth unoccupied. He almost starts panting as he sees you stare up at him from your knees, reaching for the waistband of his shorts. “Yer fuckin’ perfect. Goan then, lass, then I’ll give that pretty pussy of yours the treatment it deserves after, yeah?”

Nodding along to his ramblings, you tug his shorts down and find yourself disappointed as you come face to face not with his cock, but with his compression shorts. The both of you groan, and Johnny almost tears them off in his desperation to remove them, cursing the shorts under his breath– you bite back the urge to remind him of the medical benefits of wearing them; besides, any thought you have is cut off by the sight of his cock, hard and leaky, springing free. 

It's beautiful, which is a strange thing to say about a cock, you know, but there's little else to describe such a pretty thing. You wrap your hand around the base, licking an appreciative stripe along the underside of it. 

“ Fuuuuck ,” Johnny groans, hand falling gently on the back of your head. Not pushing, but just resting there. “Good fucking girl.”

You take the head of him into your mouth, gazing up at him as you begin to take him deeper, bobbing your head along the length of him. Johnny’s head hits the wall as he moans freely, seemingly unashamed of the idea of being caught. He’s lost in the warmth of your mouth, and you can't much blame him, because you’re lost in the weight of his heavy cock on your tongue. 

Johnny’s eyes are lidded as he turns his gaze down to watch you, and you feel his thumb rub gently over the back of your head as you take him deeper, stopping about halfway down his length, and just stroking what you haven't fit. 

“S’alright, bonnie girl,” Johnny mumbles, voice low. “Dinnae have to take me all today, we’ll work at it, aye?”

His muttered promises make you moan, and that makes him moan. You go back to bobbing your head, the locker room filled with the lewd noises of your mouth. 

It doesn't take Johnny an exceptionally long time to start reaching his end, his hips twitching as he holds back on the urge to fuck right into your mouth. He has the self control to care for your comfort at least. 

“Gonna- fuck , lass, can I come in your mouth?”

Were it anyone else, or any other situation, you’d probably say no. But it's Johnny ; and right now the two of you can't exactly afford to deal with a mess. You hum your affirmative, and apparently the slight vibration of it is enough to have him coming. You see the muscles of his lower abdomen tense before you feel his hot release spill onto your tongue. You take every drop, even when it begins to feel a bit much. When his body relaxes and he leans back against the wall, you pull away and swallow, making Johnny groan lowly. 

“Perfect,” he praises, gently guiding you to stand before kissing you again. He licks into your mouth, tongue laving over your teeth like he’s trying to taste himself. Only as you lean to return the favour, he’s flipping the both of you around so your back is against the wall and he’s kneeling before you. 

“Promise is a promise,” he mumbles, tugging eagerly at your leggings. You can tell he’d love nothing more than to rip them from your body, but he exercises enough self control to just drag them down to your calves, your panties going along with them. 

The position isn't ideal, but Johnny’s enthusiasm isn't hindered. He spreads your legs as far as the leggings will allow, one thumb tugging your lips aside. He groans, leaning forward and inhaling deeply. His nose brushes against your clit and you whine, cheeks warming at the lewd gesture. 

“Johnny,” you urge, threading your fingers through his mohawk and tugging gently. Johnny moans. Then, he shuffles forward on his knees and presses his face between your thighs, dragging his tongue over your dripping pussy. 

One of his hands grabs at your thigh as he licks you, slurping desperately at your slickened cunt. Another tug at his mohawk draws his focus to your clit, which he sucks into his mouth with an appreciative groan. Even when he can't talk, Johnny is incredibly loud; there would be no hiding this from anyone listening outside the door. 

He sucks at your clit, hand moving from your thigh to slip a finger into your cunt, making you moan before you slap a hand over your mouth. Johnny’s eyes open, and his eyebrows furrow. 

He pulls away, despite your whined protest, and takes a short breath. “Lemme hear ye, lass,” he encourages. “Don't hide from me.”

“Johnny,” you begin to protest, cutting yourself off with a gasp when he eases another finger into you and curls them right against a spot that has a loud moan falling from your parted lips. 

“That’s my girl,” he praises, ducking right down to graze his teeth over your clit.

His mouth combined with his rough fingers is driving you mad, making you squirm in place as pleasure begins to sear the ends of your nerves. 

“ Johnny !” You cry, head banging against the wall as your orgasm hits you without warning or much buildup at all. It feels as though it's been punched out of you, making your body tense and tremble for a few good seconds, mind floating miles above your body. 

When you return to earth, Johnny has pulled his fingers from your pussy and has them in your mouth, his nose pressed against your clit as he ruts his hips against his hand. You're entranced watching him rub himself through the overstimulation, fingers in his mouth and bruising nose in your pussy. It's only a few more moments before Johnny spills into his fist, a guttural groan muffled by your cunt. 

He sighs, pressing a loving kiss to your pussy. Then, he pulls back, face shiny with your slick, and looks up at you, grinning lopsidedly. “Alright, bonnie?” He asks, like he hasn't just jerked himself to a second orgasm on his own. 

“Yeah,” you breathe, words like laughter. “Are you?”

He nods, shuffling awkwardly to his feet and looking at the mess on his hands. Pants still around his knees, he shuffles over to your medical supplies and gets himself a tissue, wiping his hand off before tugging up his shorts. 

He returns to you, who’s struggling to stand, and gently tugs your pants up for you. He kisses you, softer and sweeter than before, and smiles against your lips. “Ye were perfect, bonnie.”

You hum, shifting your legs so that your underwear doesn't press wrong against your oversensitive cunt. 

The door opens before you can respond, and the first person inside is Johnny’s coach, John Price. The two of you must have somehow missed the siren in the heat of your joint pleasure. The bearded man takes in the scene of the two of you standing so close, and the slick on Johnny’s flushed face, and a heavy sigh leaves his lungs. 

“Fucking hell, MacTavish.”

#soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #johnny soap mactavish #cod x reader #cod #my work #do not ask me how tjis ended up 3k words. i dont know #smut #cod smut #rugby au

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More college rugby au Harrow thought they were being sneaky making out in the locker rooms but everybody knows what they're doing

#tlt #the locked tomb #griddlehark #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #also Harrow's wearing Gideon's hoodie #art.png #modern au #rugby au #Gideon also knows that everyone knows lol

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rugby!abby having an IMPORTANT home game and while she’s at pre-game warm up, she gets a text from ellie that just says “good luck and ur welcome ;))))” and when abby clicks on it she finds a video ellie took of you and dina getting ready for the game. ellie is sitting on the couch while you and dina flutter around the apartment. the school colors are red and white and while abby’s home game jersey is a white one with red details, you’re wearing her red away-game one with a white tennis skirt underneath it. her jersey fits differently on you because she’s bulked but she also likes them to not be too tight on her [much to your disappointment]. abby is clutching her phone up to her face as she watches you dance to dina’s pregame playlist, singing into whatever you have in your hand at the moment. the video is almost over when abby hears ellie say behind the camera, “everyone say good luck to abby!!” you spin around — your skirt flares out making abby’s breath catch — and pose for the video, hands up and hip out “good luck to my beautiful and scary talented girlfriennnnnndddd” ellie and dina are laughing as you beam in response to your very adorable pda. the video ends.

abby’s smile is so wide it’s hurting, and one of her teammates makes a joke but abby shrugs it off, texting ellie “thanks for that haha” and texting you “you’re so fucking cute! i love you and i’ll see ya soon” before locking her phone for the pregame huddle

#rugby abby! rugby abby! rugby abby! #she’s so in love with you #i can just imagine how proud she’d be seeing you cheering her on in any capacity #(also if you don’t like a tennis skirt i imagined a skort situation cause i need shorts when i wear dresses) #i just think the idea of wearing her jersey and like wearing it in a diff way would be so cute #and if i was abby i’d find it hot and adorable sooooo #rugby au #abby anderson x reader #abby brainrot era #mads’ headcanons

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Boston Bears: Off-Limits - Rugby Player!Chris x Reader (Part 3)

Summary: Despite Chris telling you to back off there's undeniable chemistry that both of you are struggling to ignore

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: Angst! Fluff! Language! SMUT! 18+ ONLY! Masturbation! SMUT! 18 + ONLY! MINORS DNI!

Rugby Explained

Dividers by Me!

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 3

You let out a long sigh as you shimmied into the 5th bridesmaid dress that Tommi had sent over to you to try on. Once it was mostly up you grabbed the string you had attached to the zipper and pulled it up to zip yourself in, a little trick you’d learnt after living alone for a few years. You then stepped back into the view of Tommi who was watching through your laptop screen. 

“Hmm I don’t think I like that one as much as the others, the neckline doesn’t look quite right” she hummed as she assessed the dress. 

“Yeah I’ve never been a fan of strapless” you added as you tugged the bodice of the dress up higher “This dress does make my ass look good though” you smirked, twisting to show off all the work the dress was doing. 

“You can say that again” Tommi whistled “Still doesn’t beat dress number 3 though”

“Yeah same, that one’s my favourite” you agreed “How many more are there?” you asked glancing over to the large box which she’d sent over to you containing all the different dresses. 

“Just two more” Tommi answered “I know 7 is a little overkill but I just wanted you to have a dress you definitely liked, especially as my maid of honour”

“Yeah, yeah I know it's okay” you sighed tiredly, scratching your forehead “So is this going in the no pile?” you asked dropping your arm to gesture at the dress you were currently wearing. 

“Yeah let's ditch that one” Tommi confirmed with a nod of her head. 

You let out another long tired sigh before stepping away to undress and put on the 6th dress. 

“Hey is everything okay? We can call it a day if you wanna?” you heard Tommi call out. 

You shook your head and stepped back into frame “Nah it’s alright, just been a long week that’s all”

“It’s Wednesday” Tommi frowned. 

“Exactly a long ass week” you grumbled as you step back, take off the dress and toss it into the no pile with the 4 other dresses. 

“Not as fun working with your dad as you thought?” Tommi asked as you changed into the sixth dress. 

“No it’s not that,” you said zipping up the dress and stepping back into the frame “Chris has just a bit… I dunno…”

“A dick? Asshole?” Tommi supplied making you shake your head. 

“No, not really, a bit dickish but not majorly” you defended.

Tommi frowns “Right… so what’s happened since Sunday and now?” she asked. 

“Well apparently he didn’t realise I was the coach’s daughter, got all pissed that I’d hidden it from him” you explained. 

“Did you?” Tommi frowned. 

“No, well I didn’t outright tell him who my dad was because there wasn’t really the opportunity but I gave him enough to connect the dots, I assumed he already knew” you explained with a shrug of your shoulders “Yeah I should have probably made it clearer but who cares who my dad is? We’re grown adults!”

Tommi nodded “What else did he say?” 

“That he wouldn’t have slept with me if he’d known, all because my dad said no one on the team is allowed to date me” you sighed. 

Tommi took a deep breath as she nodded her head slowly “Well… at least you cut it off before it got any further, one time can be played as a mistake” you just hummed in response, not quite willing to admit that you still offered him more “wait, what did that hum mean?” Tommi asked and you cursed under your breath. 

“Can you stop it with your empath vibe checker thing” you groaned in annoyance rolling your eyes. 

“It’s not that, I’m just know you too well, so c’mon get it out otherwise it’ll just fester,” Tommi said with a knowing look. 

You let out a long sigh as you repositioned your laptop so you could sit down on your bed “All I did was point out that my dad said no dating, and casual sex isn’t dating”

“No but it’ll get messy if you keep seeing him, I’m sorry but I agree with Chris on this one, you need to move on a find someone else” Tommi said gently. 

“I know but fuck I just can’t seem to stop myself from thinking about him, it's like I’ve got this itch that only he can scratch” you explained. 

“I think you might need to get that checked out” Tommi smirked pulling a snort of laughter from you. 

“You know what I mean, there’s just something there like a magnetic force that keeps pulling me in and I know I shouldn’t but the words were just out of my mouth before I could stop it” you told her. 

“I get that” Tommi nodded “but maybe you just need to find someone else to scratch that itch, someone where the possibility of it blowing up in your face is smaller” she suggested.

“Yeah, the team are playing at home again this weekend so I could probably find someone after the match again” you hummed as your fingers mindlessly fidgeted in your lap “It's just… I think what my mind keeps coming back to and part of why I feel that pull is the way Chris has behaved suggests he’s a really good guy”

“Even though he was a bit of a dick after he found out?” Tommi frowned. 

“Yeah, but it must have been a bit of a shock to find that out so it’s gonna be justified, and you know he cares about what my dad thinks, anyone else who was a dick wouldn’t have cared, he does” you explained “which just makes me think it might not blow up in my face”

“Yeah… that is true but it still might and even if you did end things amicably there’s still gonna be that awkwardness and do you really wanna risk that?” Tommi said with a gentle sigh “Look I think right now you just need to focus on you, and your job and just be happy with yourself, do what you want”

“Yeah maybe you’re right” you admitted despite it feeling so, so wrong, especially since what you wanted was Chris.

“You’ll find someone else, someone who’s not a dick and isn’t gonna cause unnecessary drama,” Tommi said with a reassuring smile. 

You nodded “Thanks Tommi,” you said before standing back up “This dress is a definite no, it digs in when you sit down and while I plan to do a lot of dancing at your wedding, I can not not sit down” 

Tommi let out a loud laugh nodding her head “Okay, another one for the no pile, so unless number Seven is a miracle dress, number three it is”

“They do say three is the magic number” you winked making Tommi laugh even louder. 

Like predicted dress number three was the winner so you packed the rest back into the box ready to be shipped back to Tommi so she could return them. The two of you then ended up spending another hour or so catching up, talking a little more about the wedding before you finally had to call it a night. 

You felt exhausted when you climbed into bed. Today’s training session hadn’t gone well at all, all the players were playing well individually but their cohesion was gone. They were a completely different team than what you saw on Saturday. It meant more minor injuries were cropping up like jarred fingers that needed strapping. 

Chris seemed to be the worst though as he missed countless number of passes and tackles, it was like his mind was switching off periodically. Part of you wondered and maybe hoped it was because of you. That maybe you were on his mind just like he was on yours. Another part of you was worried if that was the case because Chris was right about needing to focus on the Championship. 

Despite how tired you were you just couldn’t get comfortable and your mind just wouldn’t turn off. Chris was once again on your mind, first you were just revisiting the encounters you had and wondering how you could have played them differently. Which then turned into daydreams about what you’d do and say if something similar happened again, which just turned into straight-up fantasies.

Fantasies like what if Chris had taken you up on that offer in the medical room. Would he have bent you over the medical bed and taken you from behind? Or would he have lifted you up onto the counter and taken you there? You honestly couldn’t decide which you’d want more.

If he took you from behind you’d feel his hips slapping against your ass, he could take full advantage of your ass, grab it, spank it. He could wrap his hand around your hair, tugging it, pulling you back to make the angle even more delicious. 

If he took you on the counter though, he’d have full access to your chest again. Your top would be ripped off as soon as possible, your bra discarded too. One hand could grip your hip to keep you where he wanted, the other would be massaging and squeezing your breast. His callused fingertips playing with your peak, pinching and twisting. He’d give your other breast equal attention with his mouth, using his tongue and teeth to pull you to your peak. 

You could feel the heat pooling at your core at just the thought of Chris. You tried to just think it away and not scratch that itch but it was impossible. Soon enough your hand slipped under your sleep shorts and you felt just how turned on you were just at the thought of him. You couldn’t recall a time you’d been this turned on at the thought of someone. 

Just the feeling of your fingertips running up and down your core brought relief while also making the pressure ten times more intense. You increased the pressure, bringing your fingers up to your clit, swirling them around the sensitive nub, gasping when you pinched it between your fingers. 

Feeling the needy ache inside you, you slipped your fingers down to your entrance, biting your lip to hide a moan when you slipped your fingers inside yourself. You knew almost immediately your fingers alone would not be enough. You gave yourself a few pumps, pressing the heel of your palm against your clit but it just wasn’t enough. You needed the thickness of Chris’ fingers, the thickness of his cock.

In desperation you grabbed your vibrator from your drawer. Your shorts thrown haphazardly across the room to give you more room to work with. You instantly turned it on and pressed it against your core, a moaning curse escaping your lips. The memory of Chris doing the exact same thing played in your mind, the way he teased you and made you beg.

The memory alone meant you were precariously close to the edge when you finally pushed the vibrator inside. Usually, you found yourself still having to work yourself up, only ever finding your peak with the highest setting, but just the thought of Chris had you nearly coming on the lowest. 

You wanted to find relief, but you needed this to last longer. You took a couple of calming breaths, bringing yourself back down from that cliff edge. When you felt ready again you began playing with yourself once more, hands roaming over your body. 

Your mind kept coming back to Chris which just made your need even more intense. So much so that even though you wanted to pace yourself you turned up your vibrator to a higher setting, a loud moan escaping your lips when you did so. 

Not knowing how thin your walls were and not wanting to disturb your neighbours you rolled over onto your stomach so your pillow could muffle your moans. The new position did wonders as you then pictured Chris taking you like this, the way his weight would push you down into the mattress as he pounded you from behind. 

Your hips instinctively bucked up off the mattress as if he was there, as if you were moving to meet his thrusts. Your fantasy was so vivid it was like you could feel his presence in the room, smell his aftershave in the air. 

You moved up onto your knees, head still against the pillow as you picture him lifting your hips up. His fingers leaving marks on your hips as he gripped onto you. You once again turned up the intensity of your vibrator, your whole body moving as you pumped it inside you, chanting Chris’ name like a prayer. The chanting became a scream when you hit your peak, the noise drowned out as you buried your head in your pillow. 

Your legs felt weak so you rolled back onto your back, your chest heaving as you came down from your high, the vibrator still buzzing inside you. The image of Chris hitting his own peak flashed through your mind. The moan that escaped his lips, the blissed-out look on his face. You were caught by surprise when a second orgasm rolled through your body just because of the mental image of Chris hitting his peak. 

When you finally recovered you quickly turned your vibrator off and set it aside. Your chest was still heaving as you tried to catch your breath. You had never had an experience like that on your own, never been able to give yourself two orgasms. You knew it was all because you were picturing and wanting Chris. 

Even though you agreed with Tommi that pursuing something with him could lead to disaster, you knew that even if you did find someone else you’d be comparing them to Chris and it would just lead to disappointment. Chris had officially ruined you.

Chris was screwed. So, so screwed. All week he’d been off his game, at first he could blame it on his sore leg holding him back but thanks to your stretches that was sorted by Tuesday. He had no excuse for the rest of the week.

In the gym sessions, he wasn’t able to work at his usual level, benching far below his average. When he got questioned on it he just lied and said he was playing it safe this week. When truthfully he wasn’t physically able to lift any heavier. 

In training sessions when they went over drills he wasn’t able to hit as hard or take as many hits. His passes were slow or off target leaving the rest of the team to pick up the pieces. He could see the frustration on their faces when they had to scramble to collect the ball, he understood how they were feeling because he was feeling it too.

He tried everything he could to get his head back in the game. He stayed late in training sessions, running drills solo. He tried meditating to clear his mind but it was impossible because there was always one thing on his mind. 

You.

Even when he didn’t see you at training you would find a way back into his mind. His mind kept going back to when he confronted you in the medical room and despite how pissed he was he was one move away from initiating round two. Your offer replayed in his mind, reminding him of the loophole, tempting him. 

He couldn’t give in to temptation though. There was too much on the line for that. Every time he considered it he just told himself that he needed a release. It was worse at night when the world was quiet and his brain could get loud. So every night he found himself jerking off to give him that release he was clearly craving. He’d try not to picture you but it was near impossible, each time he’d picture a new fantasy each one getting more vivid and intense than the last. So much so that last night even after he brought himself to orgasm he still felt the intense need for release. 

He just hoped that on gameday everything would click back into place and he could focus on the game. As he walked into the stadium he followed his usual pre-game routine. He had his headphones in, head down as he walked through the corridors to the changing room, ignoring the photographer who was capturing the team's arrival. 

In the changing room, he kept to himself as he changed into his kit. He was lucky that he was even picked to play following his awful performance, he hoped that it was because Coach Y/L/N still believed in him and not because he wanted to lie about an injury during training. 

Once he was ready he just sat in his cubby and mentally ran through drills, picturing the Chicago Knights recalling all their weaknesses he’d noticed during analysis sessions. As the rest of the team arrived he gave them small nods of greeting before returning his mind back to the game ahead.

When it was time to go out onto the field he felt more confident than he did this morning. He had yet to see you though which he worried was the reason why. He knew he’d regret it but when he walked out onto the pitch he glanced over to the bench and that’s when he saw you talking with the other medics. He managed to catch your eye, he watched as you studied him for a moment with an unreadable expression on your face before returning your attention back to your conversation. 

Your complete dismissal of him left a strange feeling in his stomach. He was fighting the urge to walk over and say something. He didn’t know what he wanted to say but he just knew he wanted to be next to you. Thankfully he was snapped out of that train of thought when Ari slapped him hard on the shoulder. 

The confidence Chris had built was all but gone when they started warm-ups and drills. He wasn’t playing as bad as he had during the week but he wasn’t playing well at all. When he went aside to practice his kicks his accuracy was completely shot. Angles that he usually found easy were now near impossible and he could hear the murmurings of the crowd behind him. 

When warm-ups were done the team gathered for their usual huddle. While the coaches gave their usual talks Chris worked on emptying his mind, so much so that he didn’t notice it was his turn to talk until Jensen patted his shoulder to get his attention. 

“Sorry” Chris muttered shaking his head “We’ve had a tough week, all of us, some more than others, but we need to put that behind us and focus on the here and now” Chris started looking around at the team “we beat the knights earlier this season on their turf, we can beat them again on ours, think positively and think clearly, they’ve got something to prove so they’re gonna hit us hard so be prepared, we can win this and we will win this,” he said trying to convince himself more than anything. 

Thankfully the team didn’t seem to notice his lack of confidence as they nodded along and did their usual cheer in confirmation before heading back into the changing rooms ready to start the match. As Chris followed behind them he once again spared a glance in your direction, you met his gaze once more but instead of looking away, you gave him the smallest of nods. Chris was surprised to feel it settle him slightly, he didn’t allow himself to think about it though as he shook his head and walked back through the tunnel. 

Any confidence Chris had that the team were gonna win this match was shredded pretty quickly into the first half and it was all Chris’ fault. The other players were playing well, they’d taken what he said on board and put everything behind them, it was him who was letting them down.

He missed so many passes, fumbled the ball and knocked it on. So far almost all the penalties in the game were because of his mistakes. At one point he seemed to almost completely switch off and missed a tackle allowing the knights to break free, if it wasn’t for Johnny’s speed and tap tackle they would have scored. 

He was bringing the team down with him, any play he tried to make was the wrong call. He was making poor choices and the scoreboard reflected that. All he could hear was the crowd complaining whenever something went wrong. 

Needless to say, Coach Y/L/N was not impressed when it was finally half-time and the team made their way back into the changing rooms. Chris had only just sat down in his cubby when the coach marched in, a look of thunder on his face.

“What the hell is going on out there Evans!” he demanded.

Chris tried to find a reason to explain it all but he couldn’t so he just shrugged his shoulders and shook his head “I-I dunno coach, I’m sorry… I think I’m just in my head” he apologised.

“It’s not good enough Evans! You’re off for the rest of the match, Levinson you’re captain for the second half” Coach Y/L/N ordered. 

“Yes sir” Ari muttered glancing over at Chris whose jaw had dropped.

“No sir I’m fine! I’ll play better I promise” Chris reasoned not liking that he was being dropped mid-game. 

“You’re lucky you even played today Evans and you know it!” Coach snapped “We need to win this match and then we have a two-week break, use that time to get your head on straight, I don’t care how you do it, just sort it out”

Chris let out a defeated sigh and nodded his head “Yes sir”. 

Chris zoned out for the rest of the team talk, just shrugging on his jacket to keep him warm just in case he needed to go back on. He doubted it though, the only reason he’d go back on now was if there were enough injuries that the coach had no choice. 

Once half-time was over Chris followed the rest of the team back out, except he took a turn to sit down on the bench instead of following them onto the pitch. He let out a long sigh as he sat down he glanced over to the side and saw you stood with the other medics ready to run on at a moment's notice. Chris instantly shifted in his seat knowing you were now only a short distance away from him. This was gonna be a long second half. 

You usually watched a match pretty intensely because you had to spot when a player was stubbornly trying to play on when really they needed some medical attention. But today you refused to take your eyes on the pitch unless you absolutely had to. Mostly because all you could feel was Chris’ eyes on your back and you didn’t want to find out whether he was glaring daggers at you or not. 

He was seriously off his game and you couldn’t help but feel like you were to blame and you didn’t know how to feel about it. On one hand, you really didn’t want him to be off his game, and you didn’t like that you were the reason especially if it was pissing him off. But… on the other hand, a part of you liked that you had gotten into his head, that you were affecting him as much as he was affecting you. 

Curiosity got the better of you and you glanced over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him. Only to find him watching you with his jaw clenched and shoulders tight. The look on his face was not one of want it was one of irritation. Yep, he was pissed off at you, curiosity killed this cat so you whipped back around to focus on the game.

Thankfully there were only 20 minutes left of the match and you could head home and get away from this. There was definitely no chance with Chris and you needed to accept that fact. If it required a pint of ice cream and a gallon of wine then that’s what you’d do. 

You were just making your non-break-up-break-up recovery plan when you noticed Johnny get up from a tackle limping. You grabbed your bag and ran onto the pitch to meet him and made him sit down to get the weight off his leg. 

��Hey, hey sit down before you make it worse” you said wrapping your hand around his arm to stop him. 

Johnny flashed you a lopsided smile before nodding “Sure thing” he agreed sitting himself down “It’s my ankle, just needs strapping”

“Sure not a problem,” you said passing him a water bottle before grabbing some tape from your bag.

As you worked you could feel Johnny watching you and when you glanced up you saw his trademark boyish smirk “I have to say you pull off that orange medic bib well, not many do” he said.

Your eyes narrowed as you studied Storm “What are you doing?”

“Flirting with you,” he said without missing a beat.

“Did you not hear my father’s warning?” You asked him returning your attention to his ankle.

“Oh I did, but Evans is off his game and jealousy never fails to give someone that push” he explained with a shrug of his shoulders “We’ve got a championship to win, we don’t need a Captain who’s distracted because he’s not allowing himself the action he wants”

You swallowed nervously “he told you about that?” You ask trying not to sound too scared at the prospect.

“No it’s none of my business, I’d just heard he’d left the bar with a girl last weekend, didn’t know it was you until I saw the look on his face when you walked in on Monday” Johnny explained. 

“What look?” You asked tilting your head slightly.

“The look of running into a hookup unexpectedly, trust me it's a look I know well, I also know the look on your face whenever you look at him,” Johnny said pointing at you.

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?” You scoffed.

“The one that says you’re lost in whatever dirty daydream he’s currently starring in,” Johnny said knowingly.

“Yeah well he’s made it pretty clear that it's not gonna happen” you huffed as you put the tape back in your bag and passed him a water bottle.

“Nah he’s close to cracking, trust me” Johnny said with a shake of his head “So tell me do you want to get into bed again with the captain?” he asked with a knowing look. 

You bit your lower lip as you considered it. The voice of Tommi flashed through your mind telling you it was a good idea that Chris cut things off. You can’t get hurt if you don’t get involved. But no matter how many times you told yourself that you just couldn’t get the craving to go. 

“Yes,” you whispered nodding your head.

The grin on Johnny’s face grew “So let me help you, and in turn, help the team” You don’t say anything except arch a brow and a lopsided grin grows on his face “all you need to do is laugh, smile at me and maybe send me on my way with a touch to the arm”

You glanced towards the sidelines where Chris was watching from his spot on the bench. Even from this distance, you could tell his expression was stormy and it wasn’t because he’d been taken off early. His gaze was set solely on you and Johhny.

“Alright, deal,” you said holding out your hand to help Johnny to his feet. 

“Perfect, and in return you can give me the number of your sister if you have one” Johnny smirked.

You laughed at that “I like you Storm but even if I had a sister it would be a no” you chuckled.

“Hot single friend?” He asked hopefully making you laugh even more, not even needing to fake it.

“Focus on the Rugby,” you told him, touching his bicep as you stepped away back towards the sideline. 

As you walked back your gaze met Chris’ whose face had turned even stormier. He quickly adverted his gaze, only to glare daggers at Johhny. It was a good thing that he’d been taken off because by the look in his eyes, he’d probably tackle Johnny himself. 

Thankfully for the team, the Bears managed to claw back the scoreboard and beat the knights so the team were in high spirits when they returned to the changing room, with the exception of Chris who was still being broody. 

You were stood in the corner with the rest of the medical team while your dad gave his usual post-match speech and they all celebrated. When there was a break you caught Johnny asking you to come over to his cubby with a beckoning finger. 

“Hey what’s up? Ankle okay?” you asked him as you crouched down to examine his ankle.

He pulled it away though and leaned forward so he could whisper to you “It's fine, ready to execute phase two of our plan?”

“Phase two? I didn’t realise this was a multiphase plan” you said tilting your head. 

“We’ll use as many phases as needed” Johnny smirked “So what’s gonna happen is I’m gonna loudly invite you out to celebrate with us tonight”

“Like a date?” you asked. 

“Sure, but you’re gonna turn me down and say maybe another time” Johnny explained. 

You let out a small snort of laughter “Are you sure your ego can take that?” you smirked.

“It's a risk I’m willing to take, all we’re doing is confirming to Evans that he still has a chance but he has to act fast” Johnny elaborated “You’re gonna say that all you want is a night at home”

“So he knows where to find me” you realised. 

Johnny winked “Exactly, so get yourself home and put on some of your cute cosies you girls have, the ones that say you weren’t expecting visitors but will still send his blood south” he smirked. 

You let out a loud warm laugh at that, shaking your head at him “I like you Storm” you chuckled happy to know you had at least one friend on this team. 

“Everybody does, now you get home and get some” Johnny winked. 

As soon as you could you made your way home. You figured you had a bit of time to have a shower to freshen up and make sure you were ready for if and when Chris decided to show up. You then did as Johnny said and got into your best-looking cosies which consisted of a fluffy crop top and leggings. 

Then all you had to do was wait. 

And wait. And wait. 

You waited for so long that you were really starting to doubt Johnny’s plan. What if Chris had decided to go out with the team? Would Johnny try and convince him to go home? What if Chris decided to find someone else, did what Tommi suggested you do?

You needed something to drink. Opening the fridge you let out an irritated groan when you discovered that you were out of beer, all you had was a bottle of white wine which was not your preferred drink. It would have to though so you grabbed the bottle and poured yourself a large glass. 

Walking back to your couch you took a healthy glug to try to calm your nerves. You set it down on your coffee table so you wouldn’t drink it all in one go as you sat down, your leg bouncing nervously. Picking up your phone you considered maybe texting Chris, maybe you could phrase it in a way that looked like you were just checking if he was okay.

Before you could even think any further on that you heard your intercom buzz. You swallowed nervously and rose from the couch and made your way over to the intercom, taking a deep breath before pressing the button.

“Hello?” you said simultaneously hoping it was and wasn’t Chris.

“It's Chris… we need to talk” Chris responded making you breathe out a sigh of relief, at least you thought it was relief.

“Sure, c’mon up,” you said buzzing him in. 

You didn’t hear anything else from him to suggest he was actually coming up but nevertheless, you opened your apartment door and waited for him. As you did so you nervously wiped your hands on your leggings hoping you didn’t look as nervous as you felt. What if he was still pissed? What if he thought you were trying to get with Storm as was here to tell you to back off?

When he finally came into view you had to swallow and tell yourself to behave because he looked that good. He had clearly showered but not bothered to reapply any hair product because his fluffy brown hair was disheveled. He wore a navy zip-up hoodie which was a size or two too small going by the way it clung to his biceps. But his grey sweatpants were the real killer and you had to mentally remind yourself to look at his face.

Neither of you said anything as he stepped inside your apartment, his hands buried in his pockets. You barely moved after shutting the door, just watching as he stood there looking around at your apartment. 

“Less boxes” he finally said, his eyes finally finding you. 

“Yeah… thankfully” you said struggling to find anything else to say, the atmosphere quickly becoming awkward “Do you want a drink? I don’t have any beer, but I have wine” you said looking for an out, pointing at your wine glass. 

Chris shook his head “i’m good… you’re not expecting anyone are you?” he asked clearing his throat.

“No, I wasn’t, I’m not” you told him taking a couple of steps closer. 

Chris nodded his head pursing his lips “Just figured you’d invited Storm over” he said. 

His tone made your hackles rise, putting you on the defensive “Would it be a problem if I had?” you stated making Chris clench his jaw “Because you know we are two consenting adults, we don’t need permission to do what we want, we don’t need your permission, or my dad’s” 

“Oh, so you do want to sleep with him?” Chris fired back. 

“Why? Why do you care? Is that why you came here? To tell me to back off?” you demanded. 

“No” Chris growled. 

“Then why? Why are you here? What do you want?” you pressed walking over to him.

“I-” Chris started but you interrupted him again. 

“What do you want!” you pretty much shouted.

Chris just growls surging forward, his hand clasping the back of your head as he crashed his lips down onto yours. You instantly responded, kissing him back hungrily, your arm winding around his shoulders, your other hand gripping his hoodie tightly. He in turn pulled you closer hand moving to cup your ass, a groan escaping his lips when he squeezed it. 

“You’re such a bad idea” he groaned as he continued to kiss you. 

“Then why does it feel so right” you murmured as you tried to tug him back towards your bedroom but he wouldn’t budge. 

“Because you’re a drug” he muttered making you gasp in surprise when he turned you around, his hands placed firmly on your hips as he pressed kisses to your neck “All week I’ve wanted you, I thought I could deal with it myself but it wasn’t enough… I needed the real thing,” he said tugging your hips back into his so you could feel just how much he needed you. 

“I know… I felt the same” you gasped as he slipped one hand beneath the waistband of your leggings, fingers running over your core and feeling your arousal. 

“We shouldn’t do this” he murmured but still doesn’t stop, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in circles. 

Your head dropped back against his shoulder giving him perfect access to your neck. Your hands gripped his arms to keep yourself upright when he nipped at your pulse point only to soothe it with his tongue. 

“Don’t stop” you begged, your hips bucked up into his touch. 

“I don’t plan on it” he growled as he plunged his fingers into you. 

You let out a loud moan but it was silenced by his lips capturing yours once more. You all but melted into him, you would have completely fallen to the floor if he hadn’t wrapped his free arm around your waist, trapping you against him. 

You came in record time, moaning his name as you hit your peak. Your chest heaved and your vision turned hazy but you were pretty sure you were watching Chris lick your arousal off his fingers which only made more flood your core. He caught sight of you watching him, a smirk on his lips as you bit yours. 

Without saying anything he moved you so you were bent along the back on the couch, your leggings and underwear were soon tugged down and removed, thrown somewhere in your apartment. The anticipation was killing you as you heard Chris undress behind you and the tell-tale sign of a foil square being ripped into. 

It then went silent. All you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears and your heavy breathing as you waited for him to do something. After what felt like an eternity his hands ran over your hips and ass, massaging and squeezing your cheeks. He took his time, a moaning gasp escaping your lips when he decided to spank you once only to instantly soothe the stinging with a kiss.

He then kicks your legs further apart before stepping closer and lining himself up. You tried to fight back the moan at the feeling of just his tip pressing against you. He then went still and all you could hear was his heavy breathing as if he was trying to hold himself back. 

You didn’t want that though, it had been the longest week in existence and you needed him now. You didn’t want him to hold himself back, you wanted him hard and fast, you needed the release only he could give you. There’d be time to go slower another time. 

He must have been reading your mind or you were thinking out loud again as he then slams into you with so much force you nearly went over the top of the couch. He didn’t give you a moment to recover and you didn’t want it either because this was exactly what you wanted, what you fantasised. 

“Fuck you feel so good” Chris groaned as he thrusts deeply into you, his hands gripping your hips tightly leaving his mark on you “How could I possibly think I could stay away” he muttered more to himself than to you. 

His words made your back arch as you gripped the couch and ground back against him. Getting that confirmation that you had the same effect on him that he did on you was the biggest turn-on that existed. 

Chris took advantage of your arched back reaching around to slip his hand under your fuzzy crop top to cup your breast. Pulling a loud moan from you as he played and pulled at your sensitive peak. 

“Ch-chris I-” you moaned unable to form a coherent sentence. 

“Hold on, I’m not done with you yet” Chris groaned as he placed a kiss to your spine “Not yet” he repeats when you let out a pleading whimper. 

You did what you were told, trying to hold on for as long as Chris wanted you to, talking yourself back down from the edge that you so desperately wanted to jump off. You held on until it was impossible, grabbing Chris’ hand and directing him towards your clit but he pulled his hand away before you got the touch you needed. 

“Ah, ah, ah, did I say you could cum?” Chris asked leaning down to whisper in your ear. 

“Please” you begged gripping his wrist. 

“Please what?” Chris pushed moving his hand closer to where you wanted it. 

“Please Chris, just please” you pleaded. 

Chris didn’t say anything making you whimper only to gasp when he placed a kiss to your shoulder as he finally found your clit and brought you to the peak you were desperately chasing. You came with a loud moan your walls clenching and pulsating around him, you were so high in the clouds that you were only faintly aware of Chris hitting his peak just after you. Your only indicator being the feeling of his weight over you as he finished.

Your vision began to clear as you felt Chris pull out of you. You continued to recover, catching your breath as you heard Chris moving around your apartment behind you. 

You were about to push yourself up to stand when you felt Chris’ hand run gently up your back. Looking over your shoulder you saw the gentle expression on his face as he helped you stand before leading you around to the front of the couch. 

You watched as he lay down on the couch before pulling you down to lay on top of him, his arm wrapped securely around your waist. Your hand rested on his chest as you looked down at him and tried to understand the expression on his face. You knew there was stuff you needed to talk about, work out exactly what this arrangement was but you didn’t want to ruin this moment just yet.

So you just rested your head down on his chest and ran your hand over his chest “What are you doing tomorrow?” you asked quietly. 

Chris hummed “nothing…why?”

You lifted your head again to look back down at him “Congratulations, you’ve been awarded membership to the most exclusive club in Boston” 

A lopsided grin grew on his face “About time” he chuckled as he cupped your cheek and kissed you.

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College rugby au

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I Need a Big Boy

Nesta had been a fan of her city’s rugby team, The Velaris Fighters, for years, all because of one man: Cassian Smith, the team’s captain.

Tonight, she was finally going to show Cassian why she was his biggest fan.

A very short and smutty Nessian fic. Inspired by a few influential tiktoks featuring some very handsome and big rugby men in short shorts and tight jerseys that instantly made me think that Cassian would be an excellent rugby player. No other plot, just sexy vibes.

Word Count: 2600

Rating: E

Read on AO3

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“Yes! Just like that! Just a little bit more, just like that - yes!”

Nesta threw her arms in the air and cheered along with the thousands of other people in the crowd as the Velaris Fighters scored five final points before the sirens that signaled the end of the game blasted through the air. Besides her, her friend Gwyn threw her arms around her neck in a hug, while their other friend Emerie blew into a bright blue plastic stadium horn.

“What a game!” Gwyn exclaimed, wiping the sweat off her forehead. “I thought for sure they wouldn’t be able to come back!”

“That was the best scrum of the season. How Rhys managed to hook the ball after the other team nearly had it -“

“And then Azriel managing to grab the ball when Rhys got tackled -“

“But we all know who was really responsible for their comeback win,” Emerie said with a wiggle of her eyebrows, eyeing Nesta. 

Nesta only hummed, too distracted by watching the man of the hour: Cassian Smith, front row prop and team captain of the Velaris Fighters. He had gone through two shirts over the course of the game to her delight, and had abandoned his latest shirt, choosing to go topless while he gave a media interview on the field.

She sighed wistfully, watching the overhead lights dance across his golden brown skin. This man was the only reason she got into rugby several years ago, when she saw an ad at a bus stop for the local rugby team with Cassian front and center. 

Luckily she found rugby genuinely interesting, and enjoyed going to the games. Even better, she got to ogle the most handsome man she had ever seen.

Cassian was a tall brick house of a man, nearly 6’5” of pure muscle. His upper body - shoulders, arms, back, even his neck - was a mess of highly developed muscles. Each rippling ab was defined, and his thighs were thicker than tree trunks. Most of his glorious body was covered in dark, swirling tattoos that contrasted against his golden brown skin. His shoulder length wavy hair was tied back in a messy ponytail and Nesta watched, enraptured, as he slowly took the ponytail out of his hair and raked his fingers through his sweaty locks. 

She licked her lips. It felt like a personal show, just for her. If all went according to plan, then she’d be putting on a show for him soon. 

“Come on, let’s go.” Gwyn bumped Nesta out of her daydream. Shaking herself, she gathered her bag and followed her friends out of the stands, joining the throng of people waiting to exit the stadium.

“You still going to go to the player’s entrance and try to get an autograph?” asked Gwyn.

“She’s going to try to get a lot more than that,” quipped Emerie.

“Be safe!” Gwyn said. “Let us know if you need a ride home or anything! Keep us updated -“

“She’s not going to have time to give us play by play updates when she’s getting railed -“

“OK, bye!” Nesta called, turning away from her laughing friends to walk towards the side player entrance where the players entered and exited the stadium. A small crowd had already assembled outside the doors, people anxiously waiting for a chance to see their favorite players.

Nesta forced her way up to the front railing separating the crowd from the door. She didn’t have to wait long - soon, players from both teams began filling out, some stopping to sign autographs. Craning her neck and standing on her tiptoes, Nesta kept her eyes trained on the door, hoping she didn’t miss him. 

Finally, the door swung open and Cassian emerged. He was even more beautiful up close: his hair was damp around his face, his form fitting t-shirt clung to his body and the fading sunlight highlighted his rugged face.

Nesta lost her breath as she watched Cassian briefly look around the crowd before his eyes met hers. He looked her up and down, head to toe, before sauntering over.

“That’s a great shirt you have on. Did it come pre-ripped like that?”

Nesta grinned. She was wearing a replica of one of his jerseys, with several rips along the shoulders and sides to mimic how his uniform often looked after a particularly rough game. She had also cut a deep V-neck into the shirt to show off her impressive cleavage. 

“No, I had to cut it myself. Wanted it to look more like the real thing.”

Cassian gave her a one sided grin. “Like the rest of my jerseys, it would look better shredded on the ground.”

Nesta snorted, dragging her eyes down his toned chest and lingering on the junction on his thick jean covered thighs. She lazily brought her gaze back to Cassian’s face, noting the slight blush grazing his cheeks. 

“This shirt has a lot of sentimental value to me, so I don’t think I’d be willing to risk having it destroyed. I think I’ll keep this one… unless you can give me something special in return.”

She could have sworn she saw him shudder. “I can think of a few things I could give you,” he said huskily. “How about you come back to the team locker room with me? I can give you a personalized jersey, a private tour of the facilities…”

“That’s so generous of you,” Nesta purred. “I think I’d be more interested in a private tour of you , though.”

Cassian cocked an eyebrow. “Are you sure you can take that? Most people can’t quite handle… all of me, like that.”

Nesta stared up at him and licked her lips. “How about we go somewhere private and I can prove to you that I’m more than capable of handling a big boy like yourself?” she shot back.

He smiled. “That can be arranged. Come on.” He single-handedly moved the heavy metal barrier out of the way, letting Nesta slip through. “My friend and I are going to the locker rooms,” he told the security guard at the door. The man nodded lazily, letting them back inside the building. 

He quickly led them to the back of the stadium and into a large locker room. It was much nicer than Nesta expected - each player had their own personalized locker lined around the room, with a wide, wooden sitting bench in front of each cubby.

Cassian spun her out of her observations and took her face in his hands for a claiming kiss. Nesta sighed as his tongue swept inside her mouth. He broke away from her suddenly, a cocky grin on his face.

“How long were you waiting outside?” Cassian asked, sitting down in front of his locker and spreading his legs.

“Not long,” Nesta shrugged, her lips still tingling from his intense kiss. “I’m your biggest fan, so I was willing to wait a while for you.”

He smirked. “My biggest fan, huh? What else are you willing to do for me?”

Nesta hummed, then went to her knees between his spread thighs. “If you take your pants off I can show you.”

Cassian grinned, standing up to his full height so he towered above her. “I’ve already worked so hard today - how about you put in a little work and show me how much my biggest fan truly appreciates me.”

Grinning, Nesta reached up and undid the button of his jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. A considerable bulge had already formed between his thighs, and it only grew larger as her deft hands dragged Cassian’s skin tight pants down his legs. She took her time undressing him, letting her hands wander over the hard muscles in his quads and hamstrings and calves. He kicked his pants away when they bunched around his ankles. 

“My, my,” Nesta murmured appreciatively, staring at the outline of his cock straining against his underwear. “What a big cock you have. I can’t wait to see it dripping for me.” She pressed a series of delicate kisses along his clothed cock, kissing up his shaft. Cassian’s abs and legs tensed in anticipation as Nesta’s mouth drew nearer and nearer to his tip.

“I can’t wait to see it stuffed down your throat,” he gritted, tearing off his shirt and tossing it by his discarded jeans. “You’ll do that for me, right? Take my fat cock down your throat? Prove to me that you really are my biggest fan?”

“Anything,” Nesta said, lightly sucking the fat head of him through his underwear. She tasted a bit of his salty precome and had to close her eyes as her desire nearly toppled her, Cassian’s deep groan reverberating through her entire body. Her center throbbed and Nesta felt wetness gathering in her underwear. 

She was tired of teasing him. Yanking down his underwear, Nesta lightly pushed Cassian back so he sat down heavily on the wooden bench in front of his locker and spread his legs. She groaned. His cock was long and thick and heavy, leaning towards his stomach. Nesta took him in her small hand and gave him a few pumps.

“You did such a good job today,” Nesta said. “Let me show you what you deserve.” She dragged the flat of her tongue up from the base of his cock to his tip, then took his head into her mouth and sucked. 

Cassian groaned as Nesta bobbed her head over his dick. A thrill went through her. She was really doing this. She had flirted and teased the most handsome man she had ever seen, whom she’d been lusting over for ages, and now she was sucking his cock with more determination than anything she’d ever done in her life. Nesta had reduced one of the strongest men she’d ever seen to his knees with a few licks of her tongue, and she’d never felt stronger in her life.

Her hand stroked what she couldn’t fit in her mouth - his was the largest cock she’d ever sucked, and she briefly wondered if she would have to eat her earlier words of proving she could handle someone as large as him. Nesta took half of his length in her mouth and sucked hard. 

“Fuck Nesta, you’re so fucking good at this.” A large hand pressed against the back of her head, forcing her down on his cock. “Just like that, I know you can take all of me.”

Eyes watering, Nesta relaxed her throat as much as she could as Cassian gently pressed her head down until her nose met the wiry curls between his legs. Breathing through her nose, she looked up at Cassian.

“You’re so fucking pretty right now,” he moaned, watching her struggle to keep his length within her throat. “Didn’t think seeing you cry while you take my cock would be so hot but fuck, it is.”

Nesta’s pussy throbbed at the praise. A few tears gathered in her eyelashes and she blinked up at Cassian, begging him for anything: to let her move her head, to continue praising her, to touch her, anything.

He seemed to understand how desperate she was. Guiding her off his length, Cassian pulled Nesta up and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue tangling with hers, Nesta relaxed in his arms and against his body. His big hands made quick work of her underwear and jean shorts before he trailed his fingers longingly over the rips and tears of her shirt. 

“I really want to tear this off you - it’s already ripped, it’d take so little for me to destroy it.”

“Don’t you dare!” Nesta snapped. “I told you, this shirt is special to me!”

“I can get you a dozen just like it.”

“Are you going to argue with me about a shirt or are you going to fuck me?”

Cassian shrugged. “Have it your way.” Bending down, he grabbed Nesta under her ass and lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the wall so her back was against the surface.

Nesta gasped. It was hot, his casual display of strength. She felt the tip of his cock brush her soaking folds and she shifted her hips, trying to bring him even closer to her.

“You’re fucking soaked,” Cassian hissed. “Did sucking my cock make you this wet?”

“And watching you play,” Nesta admitted, a slight blush staining her cheeks.

“You poor thing,” he crooned, shifting his arms so Nesta’s legs settled in the crook of his elbows, “you’re been a desperate, wet mess for hours, haven’t you?”

“Yes!” Nesta gasped. “I’ve been so desperate for you! Please, fuck me!”

“So needy you’ll let me fuck your pussy raw, hm?” Cassian mumbled, leaning down to kiss her as he pushed his length into her tight cunt. 

Nesta sighed, gripping Cassian’s huge biceps as he worked himself into her. She slumped down a bit against the wall, securely held by Cassian’s hands under her ass and his arms supporting her legs.

“How lucky I am, for my biggest fan to have the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt,” he said, withdrawing then pushing back into her. “Like you were made for me.”

She smirked at him. “Told you I could take it.”

Leaning her head against the wall, Nesta lost herself with the feel of Cassian’s big, strong body around her and his thick cock pistoning within her. He hit places she’d never felt before, and she knew she’d never be able to take anything except his glorious length.

The only sounds filling the locker room were their moans and the wet slap of his cock slamming into her pussy. Nesta felt herself getting even wetter the rougher he got. Reaching down, she furiously circled her clit. 

“You feel so good,” Nesta gasped. “So perfect.”

“And you’re such a good girl, letting me fuck you like this,” Cassian groaned. 

Nesta looked up at him with wide eyes. “Since I’m your biggest fan, I’ll let you come in me. Just for you.”

Cassian cursed. “You want me to come in you?”

“Yeah, want you to fill me up.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he moaned, thrusting so hard and deep inside her Nesta knew she’d be sore later. It was wonderful and everything she’d ever wanted. 

“Cass, yes, right there!” She gave her clit one final brutal rub and she was coming, quaking in Cassian’s strong arms as he chased his own release.

“Fuck Nes,” Cassian groaned, emptying himself within her tight cunt. He gave her a few more weak thrusts before he stopped, resting his head in the hollow of her throat. Giving her a quick peck on the lips, he withdrew his cock from her body. 

“I was worried you were actually going to destroy my shirt, you big oaf,” Nesta said as Cassian carefully set her down on shaky legs. 

“I’d never destroy the first jersey I ever gave you,” he replied, gathering their clothes. “I know how much you love that thing.”

“Not as much as I love you,” Nesta said, leaning up to kiss him. 

“I love you too. I don’t want to kink shame you, but when you asked me to roleplay with you as my biggest fan for some dirty locker room sex -“

“Oh, don’t say you weren’t into it right away!”

“I just thought it was a bit weird, considering my girlfriend should already be my biggest fan. Do you know the logistics I had to figure out to make sure we’d have the locker room to ourselves?”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “This just means you have a pretty big leeway for what you want the next time we roleplay.”

“Oh I’ve already decided what I want. Maybe some sweaty post-workout sex, with leathers and chains, stuff like that.”

Nesta grinned. “I can’t wait.”

#nessian #nessian fanfiction #nesta archeron x cassian #nesta archeron #cassian #cassian acotar #acotar #my fics #my fic #rugby!cassian #rugby au #cassian is big and hot #and nesta is into it #who can blame her #a court of thorns and roses

[jennandblitz]

drench

(@wolfstarmicrofic)

Assisting at the local rugby matches is one of Remus’ favourite pastimes, especially when it’s a day like today, with the sun beating down on the grass and it’s beautiful to stand and watch. Remus is only in some shorts and a tank top but he’s sweltering, though it’s nothing compared to how the players must be feeling. 

Right on cue, when Remus was definitely not watching or staring specifically, Sirius Black comes jogging over to where Remus is standing with bottles of water, his sunglasses perched on his freckled nose. Sirius is the full-back for the Gryffindor team and he’s just the perfect balance of built and wiry, attractive and sharp and he knows it.

“Alright, Remus?” Sirius winks as he pulls his shirt up to wipe his face. Remus definitely doesn’t look at his toned stomach. “Hot today, huh?”

Yes, you are, Remus wants to say but he swallows that back and just nods, holding a bottle out to him. “Yeah, y—it is,” he fumbles out and winces at the sound of his own voice.

Sirius just chuckles and pours half the water bottle into his mouth. Then, with mounting horror and mounting arousal, Remus watches as he tips his head back and absolutely drenches himself with the rest of the water bottle. This is how he looks in the shower, Remus’ treacherous brain supplies as Sirius shakes the water from his face like a dog in a summer downpour.

“Oh fuck,” Remus blurts.

#wolfstarmicrofic #wolfstar microfic #rugby au #wolfstar rugby au #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #r/s

[laikaru]

Lamen Rugby AU 🏉

#my art #captive prince #capri #captive prince fanart #laurent of vere #damen x laurent #damianos of akielos #damen of akielos #in honour of the six nations #and hoping ireland wins #💪 #rugby au

[revnah1406]

Sparrow in a Rugby AU!

She's big, she's strong, she would definitely be a rugby player 💥👊🏻💥

#Hannah “Sparrow” Clayton #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty oc #rugby au #rugby #my oc #my art

[necrosiseyes]

This guy, (Faf de Klerk, the one getting thrown) but as Thorfinn from Vinland Saga…

I feel like this should be an au ✨rugby player thorfinn✨

#I don’t have any followers rn so this is just me getting ideas out of my head. #Faf de Klerk #vinland saga #thorfinn #rugby au

[maelstrom007]

Six Nations is on and all I can think of is Rugby 141, just all of them in short shorts and jerseys that are just a little too tight…

#maelstrom speaks #cod mwii #rugby!141 #rugby au #call of duty #cod #there’s a hooker joke here somewhere…

[ardentbonkers]

If you’d like to know the opinion of a rugby player, I’d say Cam would be a good 6 or 8 but Harrow would actually be a good 9. Or 10? They tend to be bossy, mean, smart, and very in charge.

Someone on Reddit commented on my post and they made their own list of the cast with details! You both said the same thing for Harrow, here is the full list they've made if you're interested or would like to give your own opinion :>

1 - Crux - The old Warhorse. Absolutely irreplaceable and immovable, is so bloody stubborn that it's beyond a joke.

2 - Marta the Second - battler, a crack shot with her line-out darts.

3 - Magnus the Fifth - just solid. Also got that dad bod all good props should be carrying.

4 - Coronabeth the Third - the athletic lock, much nimbler than her engine room partner.

5 - Protesilaus the Seventh - Ball carrying lock, in the mould of Big Will Skelton. Just a lumbering beast who will ruin you.

6 - Gideon the Ninth - she's big, she's strong, she's really fucking annoying. All the qualities of a flanker.

7 - Judith the Second - battle-hardened and crafty in a way that all good openside should be.

8 - Aiglamene - hard as nails, no nonsense, will fuck you up. She's got years on her, but age is just a number.

9 - Harrow the Ninth - Diminutive, but canny. Shrewd decision maker, and is swift and incisive when she needs to be.

10 - Dulcinea the Seventh - is playing 4d chess with everyone, can see 5 steps ahead, and knows how to manipulate an opposition defence.

11 - Isaac and Jeannemary the Fourth - both of them because the jersey is too big for just the kne. Full of beans, loves a cheeky wee side-step, and are a lot tougher than they look.

12 - Palamedes the Sixth - strong link with Dulcinea comes in handy here, but it's the almost telepathic connection with his outside centre that makes him dangerous.

13 - Camilla the Sixth - runs hard lines, and is excellent in both attack and defence. Almost telepathically linked with Pal, her inside centre. Loves Going Loud.

14 - Babs - doesn't do a great amount of work, and loves to just be passed the ball so he can score and take credit after everyone else's hard work.

15 - Abigail the Fifth - calm, cool, and collected, the definite traits of a good fullback.

EDIT: Switched Ianthe for Corona, she'd make a much better Lock. Same height, but with more weight behind her carries.

Ianthe is more of a 10/12 hybrid in the mould of Owen Farrell for England. I'd put her on the bench, and bring her on for Dulcie in the second half.

#tlt #the locked tomb #rugby au #gideon nav #the person is u/Lord_Bolt-On btw

[chai-berries]

after a particularly hard practice, abby comes home to you taking your midday nap. she slips her gym bag off her shoulder and tiptoes to the dresser, pulling out a pair of sleep shorts and a shirt. she internally thanks herself for taking a full shower after practice so she can quickly slide into bed with you. you’re on your back on your side of the bed and abby settles in, putting her head on your chest. you startle and abby feels bad but practically starts purring when you begin playing with her drying strands of hair. she presses a warm kiss to your collarbone in greeting as her body relaxes into yours and you’re both asleep in no time.

#can be read as all sport playing abby’s #though mine is rugby ftw #rugby abby! rugby abby! rugby abby! #i want her so bad #wrote this on my period a month ago and then edited it on my period last week #very period!me inspired lmao #abby anderson x reader #rugby au #mads’ headcanons #abby brainrot era #sleepy abs

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Boston Bears: Off-Limits - Rugby Player!Chris x Reader (Part 1)

A/N: Since today is the first day of the Rugby World Cup, I thought there was no better day to start this AU!

Summary: After moving across the country to escape one rugby player, you find yourself in bed with another...

Word Count: 8.1k

Warnings: Angst! Fluff! Alcohol Consumption! SMUT! 18+ ONLY! Use of Sex Toys! Oral Sex! MINORS DNI!

Rugby Explained

Dividers by Me!

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 1

The atmosphere in the stadium was buzzing. Even hours before a match, before the fans or even the players turned up, you could feel it. That buzz that made every nerve ending tingle and it only got more intense as the stadium filled up.

You could feel in your bones that today was going to be a good day, the dreariness of winter was beginning to disappear, well as dreary as it could get in LA anyway. The sun was shining and you knew the team were in top form, with multiple players coming back from injury just in time for the lead-up to the playoffs. Every match from this moment on counted, every point counted. There could be no room for mistakes.

You had already ensured your medical bag was fully packed and ready to go, you had multiple brands of tape because rugby players could get picky. You had rendezvoused with the paramedics that would be on site and hopefully not needed. The last thing you needed to do was go to the changing rooms to check if anyone needed strapping up.

You hadn’t even reached the changing rooms and you could hear the raucous team inside. LA was a pretty loud team, not many of them had a quiet pregame ritual, they riled each other up and became almost animalistic ready for the clashing.

But today something sounded different. The tone was different and before you even heard what they were saying you knew it was something they shouldn’t be discussing. When you actually heard what it was they were talking about you froze.

They were talking about you. And not in a nice normal way, talking about how you patched them up or helped them recover from their injuries. No, they were talking about you, about things that only a partner ever should know about. And that was exactly who was doing all the talking.

“Yeah I mean is she the best I’ve had? Fuck no. But if it helps me unwind, yeah I’ll go” Bryce’s voice boomed through the door making you nearly choke.

You had been dating Bryce for a couple of months now. When you joined the LA Lions last season you were excited to work with The Bryce Langley. He was a player with no shortage of fans, you had seen plenty of thirsty collages made in his honour. You had to admit that you also had a serious crush on him, along with many dirty thoughts about him. So when he approached you at the Christmas party and finally started returning your affections you were over the moon and you were seeing stars when he took you back to his place.

You had expected it to just be a one-time thing but to your surprise, he kept coming back. Your rendezvous became a regular occurrence. He asked to keep it secret and on the down low since he needed to focus on the second half of the season, he didn’t need his fan girls turning on him when they found out he was taken he had said. He promised that you would be exclusive so you agreed, you also wanted to delay the inevitable teasing you’d get from the team too.

You listened in as they continued to question him, the details getting more and more specific and at no point did Bryce stop answering them. 

“So you two exclusive?” You heard Brad ask.

“Hell no you can’t keep this guy down!” Bryce laughed and you just knew he was pointing at his dick “fuck I had a blonde just the other day, best lay ever” You let out a scoff of disbelief, all that talk of not seeing anyone else then was bullshit then.

Unable to hear any more you turned on your heel and made your way back towards the medical room. You only got so far though when you bumped into the head coach.

“Any of the guys need strapping up?” He asked you. 

“Oh um I dunno” you mutter scratching the top of your head “forgot some tape so just heading back to grab it” 

The coach nods slapping your shoulder as he passed “Cool, be quick” he states as he walks away.

“Yep” you say clearing your throat when you heard how weak you sounded.

Rushing the rest of the way to the medical room, breathing out a deep sigh of relief when you found it empty. You dumped your bag on the bed before bracing your hands on the edge, your head dropping as you took in a deep and shaky breath.

It was just locker room talk. Literally. It's what guys did. You had to expect it, did you really think Bryce wouldn’t talk about you? Well, you had expected him to talk when the secret was finally out, just not in that detail because it was no one else business. You tried to calm your mind that was screaming that you had been violated. What he said had been over-exaggerated, more false than true. But there was still the truth, and the others wouldn’t know otherwise.

They’d forget soon enough though. They’d be on the pitch thinking and breathing rugby, and then after they’d be getting drunk celebrating or getting drunk to drown their sorrows. It would be old news soon enough, you just had to weather this storm. You could weather this storm. 

Grabbing your bag you stood up straight and held your chin up high. You could do this. You repeated that mantra as you walked back to the changing rooms. The more you repeated your mantra the less convincing you sounded. So when you reached the changing room you took one last steadying breath before pushing inside.

The entire room fell silent as you walked in, the entire team and coaching staff looking over at you. It felt like you had just stepped out onto a stage, the spotlight on you. No, it was worse than that, because it felt like you were naked. Eyes roaming over your body, picturing all the details that Bryce had told them.

The head coach cleared his throat “Brad needs his ankle strapping” he told you before returning to the pre-match speech.

You quickly nodded your head, keeping your gaze on the floor as you walked over to where Brad was sitting in his little cubby. The back-rower filled up the entire cubby his shoulder so broad, he smirked as you crouched down in front of him, his green eyes twinkling with mischief. 

You kept your eyes down as you grabbed the tape he favoured from your bag and began to strap up his ankle. Telling yourself to focus on your job, not what could be running through his head right now.

“Hey,” he whispered getting your attention by nudging your leg with his other boot “What you doing after the game?” He asked once you looked up.

“Nothing, just going home” you answered, looking back down at the job at hand.

“Aw not gonna celebrate with us?” He says his tone disappointed.

“You have to win first” you point up, barely glancing back up at him.

“Don’t you worry about that peach” he smirks tapping you on the tip of your nose “I’ve heard you’re a lot of fun, so c’mon come out with us”

You swallowed as you felt bile rising in your throat, quickly finishing your work packing up your bag and standing up “I’m good thanks” you state before turning on your heel and hurrying away.

“All good?” The coach asked as you walked over.

“Uh… yeah… anyone else needs anything?” You ask shouldering your bag more.

“No we’re good, why don’t you go make sure everything pitch side is sorted?” He suggests glancing over your shoulder.

“Yeah of course, thank you” you mutter, breathing out a sigh of relief at the escape he was giving you.

“No worries, office is always open,” he tells you, giving you a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

You whisper another thanks, sniffling hoping the tears that were welling up weren’t too obvious. Not waiting a second more you made your way out of the changing room and away from your personal hell.

Despite the fresh air giving you a bit of reprieve, as soon as the team made their way out to begin warming up that sick feeling was back. Your ears felt hot and you could feel eyes on your back, sure enough whenever you turned around you’d spot a couple of players looking your way. Some had the decency to quickly look away, others would just smirk back at you. Brad even ran his hand through his blond hair and sent you a suggestive wink.

When the match started you found yourself praying that nobody would get injured. Something you normally did because you didn’t want a player to get injured but today you really didn’t want to go onto the pitch to fix them up. You didn’t want to give them any ammunition.

You weren’t that lucky though, cursing under your breath when you saw Bryce get up from a tackle limping. You took a deep breath as you grabbed your bag and ran onto the pitch. Bryce had already back down on the floor wincing.

“What’s up?” You ask when you reach him.

“Just cramp but fuck it hurts like a bitch” he grumbles as he rubs his calf.

“Right,” you state as you grab his injured leg and begin to stretch and massage the muscle.

“Jesus gently” Bryce complains, his head resting against the ground.

“You want the cramp the go or not” you snap back at him.

He frowns up at you “What’s put you in a bad mood?” He huffs.

You scoff shaking your head at him, not even giving him the dignity of a response. Did he not realise how shitty it was to tell the team what he did? Did he not see it as an invasion of privacy?

“That better?” You ask once you felt the leg muscle begin to relax.

“Yeah,” he grumbled as he sat back up.

“Good, drink more water you’re clearly dehydrated” you state chucking a water bottle at him harshly.

“Jesus sort your attitude out will you” he huffs as he stands back up and takes a large gulp of water.

“Fuck you” you whispered harshly as you snatched the bottle back and stormed back off the field.

When you reached the home team pitch side base you caught the head coach watching you with his brow arched. A questioning look on his face.

“He’s fine” you tell him before moving back to your seat busying yourself with your pack.

For the rest of the match, every time you had to go onto the pitch you were subject to wandering eyes or suggestive comments. By the end, even the team’s victory did little to elevate the pain you were feeling.

So you made your way to the head coach’s office tears brimming in your eyes as you walked in “We need to talk” you managed.

Chris took a deep breath, the silence of the stadium deafening as he prepared for the kick. He got himself into that peaceful, laser-focused zone. The rest of the world melted away, all that remained was him, the ball and the posts. The crowd could be screaming and he wouldn’t notice.

All that mattered was that the ball went between the posts. The Boston Bears were currently 2 points down against the Toronto Arrows with just seconds to go in the match. A last-second penalty gave rise to this last chance to get ahead. If Chris scored right now the 3 points would win them the match.

He was faintly aware of the timer going red signalling the end of the 80 minutes. After this kick, the match would be over. After this kick, he would walk off either victorious or kicking himself for missing.

His eyes glanced between the ball and the posts and back again. He found the spot he was aiming for, a man in the stands wearing a red bobble hat, if he aimed there it would go in, inches on either side could mean missing the posts, especially with the harsh angle he was forced to work with.

Taking one last breath he began his run up, his boot connecting with the ball with a resounding thud. It felt good as his boot moved through the ball, sending it flying towards the posts. But Chris didn’t take his eyes off the ball, everyone in the stadium held their breaths. 

Cheers erupted as the ball went through the posts, securing the 3 points. Chris let out a heavy sigh of relief, his shoulders and head dropping as the pressure left his body. His team came racing over to him. He barely had any time to prepare as Jensen, the scum half on the team, launched himself as Chris for a celebratory hug. 

Even though Jensen was much slimmer in build and shorter by a couple of inches, the force at which he jumped on Chris still had him taking a step back.

Chris laughed as he hugged his friend back before turning his attention to the rest of his teammates. The entire crowd was raucously cheering and celebrating, the few visiting fans making a quick exit. Some of his teammates were looking back at the crowd, cheering and celebrating with them.

As Chris turned to join them, Ari appeared by his side the second-row player wrapping his large arm around Chris’ neck putting him in a chokehold and messing up his hair.

“Never doubted you for a second Cap” Ari grinned as they walked over to where the rest of the team was now celebrating with the crowd. 

“Wouldn’t blame you if you did Levs” Chris snorts shaking his head, it didn’t matter if he’d taken a kick like that a hundred times, at the angle it was always going to be a 50/50 chance.

The rest of his teammates congratulated him on winning them the match. Chris responded each time by saying it was a team effort that put the points on the board. He spent the next 5 to 10 minutes walking around the pitch with the team, clapping with the crowds, appreciating their supporters before he was pulled away to give a post-match interview.

“Play nice” the PR manager warned as Chris let out a quiet groan when she pulled him away.

“I do play nice, at least I talk, unlike Axe who just grunts” Chris argues nodding over to Curtis who despite the win still had a frown on his face.

“It’ll be 5 minutes and then you can go celebrate and drink all the beer you want” she says patting him on the shoulder before pushing him towards the press.

Chris forces a smile as he walks over to the press, this was the part of sports he wished didn’t exist. He didn’t want to discuss a match that everyone had just watched with their own eyes, the questions were usually pretty basic and superficial too which he hated. It was the main reason he was so hesitant to become Captain. the responsibility was also a major factor he felt more comfortable with that now in his second season in the position. But the press element that he always had to do would always grate him.

“Chris! That was one nail-biter of a match, what was going through your head as you lined up that kick?” The reporter asks.

“That I better get it between the posts” Chris answers fighting the urge to roll his eyes, at least his answer got a laugh from the reporters.

“The scoreboard was pretty close in that second half, but you managed to clinch that win with that kick,” another reporter says.

Chris waits a moment to hear what the actual question was but only gets an expectant look in response, he lets out a long sigh “Yeah I mean all the guys worked hard to get back in the game, if it wasn’t for them the kick would have meant nothing, can’t take all the credit” he comments.

“Do you feel confident going into the final stretch towards the playoffs?” Another reporter calls out.

“We’re in a good position” Chris nods, he then spots the PR Manager glaring daggers at him so he elaborates “We’ve got areas to improve on and errors to correct but I feel confident that we can go all the way” 

“We’ll all be rooting for you, we’ll let you go celebrate but not before presenting you with the player of the match,” one of the lead reporters says as someone steps forward with the player of the match medal.

Chris nods and smiles as he accepts the medal despite not believing he deserved it. There were many others on the team that were more instrumental in the match than he was. Just because he got the winning kick didn’t mean he deserved it, so much so that as soon as he stepped away he removed it from around his neck.

He made his way back towards the locker rooms where the rest of the team already were. They were all cheering and celebrating when he walked in which help push away the dark press cloud that had settled over him. He walked over to Johnny who was standing on one of the benches slapping the roof as he celebrated.

“Oi Storm!” Chris called out getting Johnny’s attention “Congrats” he says tossing Johnny the player of the match medal.

“Really?” Johnny asks his eyes wide as he caught the medal.

“Yeah you deserve it more than me with that hat trick you scored” Chris nods, it had become some form of tradition for him to give up his medal for another teammate, he knew it meant a lot to them. He’d probably only kept a few and that was when no one on the team would accept it and forced him to keep it.

“Thanks cap” Johnny grins as he loops the medal around his neck and continues celebrating.

Chris chuckled as he sat down in his cubby and pulled out his phone to see the deluge of texts from his friends and family congratulating him for the win. He answered a couple, specifically his parents and siblings before chucking it away so he could change out of his kit and hit the showers. 

He’d just slipped off his boots when Coach Y/L/N walk in alongside a few other of the training staff. Chris sat back ready to hear what he had to say to the team, there was a smile on the coach’s face but Chris knew he wasn’t pleased with the team’s performance out there. 

“Well done team, that was a hard-fought win out there, we got the bonus points thanks to Storm's hat trick” Coach starts nodding over to Johnny who bowed graciously earning a slap on the back of the head from Ari “but the score line should not have been that tight, stupid mistakes were made and too many penalties given away, that needs to stop if you want to get to the playoffs” he continues his voice hard as he scanned the team “we got lucky with that penalty kick, we can’t rely on luck in the playoffs, so enjoy celebrating tonight you deserve it but don’t celebrate too hard I don’t want anyone still suffering with a 2-day hangover on Monday,” he says sending a pointed look certain members of the team who were known wildcards.

“Don’t worry coach, Evans will keep us in check” Ari smirks over at Chris.

“Nah I’m going home,” Chris says with a shake of his head.

“Oh c’mon cap you gotta celebrate with us!” Johnny complains.

“Keep them in check Evans,” Coach Y/L/N says pointing over at him.

Chris lets out a small quiet groan “Sure thing sir” he sighs.

“Good, have fun and I’ll see you all bright and early on Monday” Coach says before heading out of the changing room.

“Right, time to pre-game” Johnny says slapping his hands together before grabbing a cooler and beginning to hand out beers.

Chris accepts the bottle held out to him, he would go out but only for a couple. He trusted the guys not to go too crazy, at least not so crazy that they’d still be hungover come Monday. Popping the lid he took a long swig before grabbing his phone to ask his mom to feed Dodger for him.

Soon enough the whole team were showered and changed, making their way out. They all stopped to take photos and sign shirts for the fans that were still hanging around, even Curtis, maybe the win had put him in a good mood. Once they were done they then made their way to their favoured spot, Ruck Bottom, the only rugby-themed bar in all of Boston. 

It was a little dingy being an underground bar but Chris loved it. It was full of his kind of people and Rugby fans, but they never bothered the team. It was the perfect place to celebrate or commiserate following a match.

The team had set up base at their usual spot in the bar, Chris had stayed with them for a while before moving over to the bar under the pretence he was getting another beer.

“Hey, not in the celebrating mood tonight?” Jensen says slapping Chris on the shoulder as he slides onto the stool beside him.

Chris shakes his head “Not particularly” he says honestly “we-I didn’t play well” 

“Yeah we made some dumb mistakes and this isn’t really my scene either” Jensen admits with a shrug of his shoulders as he looks around the bar “rather just sit at home with a couple of pals and some cold ones”

A smile tugs at Chris’ lips as he looks over at his best friend “Here, here” he says tapping his beer bottle against Jensen’s. 

“But we did deserve the win so celebrate, maybe pick up a hot chick and send her friend my way” Jensen says wiggling his eyebrows.

Chris snorts shaking his head “I’ll keep that in mind, thanks Jensen” 

“No worries, and next time we can just play video games at mine, just no Mario Kart,” Jensen says as he gets back up.

“Scared I’ll beat you again?” Chris asks with a knowing chuckle.

“You promised to never speak of that” Jensen states his tone suddenly serious.

The look he gave Chris just made him laugh even more “Sure, now go on, I’ll be back over in a few” Chris laughs.

The goofy grin Jensen was known for soon returned as he patted Chris on the shoulder before making his way back over to the rest of the team. Not before not so subtly nodding to a group of girls nearby, all of which were eying different members of the team.

Chris just rolled his eyes, Chris knew this game well enough to know those girls were only there for the players. They weren’t real fans of the game and only wanted the bragging rights. While Jensen could talk the talk, Chris knew he wouldn’t handle a one-night thing like that well.

Chris returned to his beer taking a few more sips, planning on ordering one more before heading back over to the team. He had only just finished his drink when someone new slid into the seat next to him.

“Congratulations on the win, can I buy you a drink?” The woman said.

Chris’ eyes shifted over towards her and instantly began studying her. She was different to all the other girls here at the bar. While they were all dressed up for a night out, she looked like she’d been somewhere before and wasn’t planning on coming out. Her white tee and blue jeans, a stark contrast to the dresses and tight skirts everywhere else wore. That being said she was definitely the best-looking girl in the bar, she was stunning now and Chris bet she was devastating when fully done up.

“Thanks,” Chris said as he waved down the bartender “Rugby fan?” 

She nods “Big Rugby fan from a rugby family, guess you could say it was our family business” she says with a shrug of her shoulders “I’m Y/N” you say holding out your hand.

“Chris” Chris smiles shaking your hand “What do you want?” He then asks nodding to the bartender.

“Same as you,” you say nodding to his beer bottle as you move to grab your purse.

“Sure, two more please and put it on my tab” Chris says to the bartender.

You arch a brow “I thought I was buying you a drink” you point out.

“Yeah but my ma would kill me if she found out I didn’t pay for a lady’s drink” Chris argues with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Well I guess I owe you then” you say accepting your beer from the bartender.

“Guess so” Chris smirks as he takes a sip of his beer, as he does so he studies you again for a moment and decides to test you to see if you really were a true rugby fan “So how do you think we played tonight?” 

You take another sip before taking a deep breath “Honestly? First half was awful, too many missed tackles it was like you guys had just woken up from a nap, and don’t get me started on the Axe’s yellow card!” You exclaim making Chris chuckle “I know he’s ruthless but he was lucky it wasn’t a red! Right in front of the ref too” 

“Careful he might hear you” Chris playfully warns.

You just shrug “I’ve not lied, he needs to be careful if you wanna get to the playoffs, don’t want him to get a ban” you point out “But the second half was good, you definitely worked hard and clawed it back, Storm’s hat trick was insane and your kick at the end was perfect, I’ve seen lots of fly-halfs crack under pressure and miss a kick like that” you continue.

Chris nods appreciatively, you definitely knew your stuff “So you watch us play often?” He asks taking another sip of your beer.

You shake your head “No, I’ve only just moved from LA, but I caught as many games as I could on ESPN” you explain.

“Wow long way to move, what brought you to rainy New England?” Chris asks.

“A job, it was kinda last minute but definitely the right move even if I am already missing the LA heat,” You tell him.

“What do you do?” Chris asks.

“I’m a medic,” you say as you take another sip of your beer.

“Admirable” Chris nods before leaning in closer “Now I have to ask because I can feel his stare burning holes in my back, but you don’t happen to have a friend for my friend Jensen?” 

You arch a brow before shifting so you could peer over his shoulder to where Jensen was sitting with the rest of the team, not so casually trying to eavesdrop.

“No sorry, my only close friend is back in LA and she’s engaged,” you say with a small shake of your head.

Chris shrugs “Oh well at least I can say I asked” he says taking a sip of his beer.

The two of you continued talking Rugby for a little bit, discussing the other team’s performances in the League. You had a lot of good insights into the LA Lions which Chris found helpful considering they were their main rival for the championship cup. What surprised Chris was that the conversation easily and naturally flowed away from Rugby and onto other topics. His plan of heading back to the team was completely abandoned because he was having so much fun with you. 

“Now,” you say finishing the rest of your beer “I know a pretty cool place where I can get us some free drinks” 

Chris arches a brow “Oh really where?” 

“My place” you smirk making Chris chuckle, that was very smooth “The only downside is non-members can’t stay the night”

That made Chris laugh out loud “How do I become a member?” he asks.

You shake your head “I can’t tell you, you just have to earn it” you tell him. 

Chris gives you a lopsided smile and nods his head “Okay… okay… I like a challenge and I do like the sound of free drinks so sure” he says waving down the bartender to settle his tab. 

You had no clue what you were doing or why you were even doing it. You had been so burnt by a rugby player before, so much so that you fled across the country and now you were taking another back to your place. As you got closer to your apartment the more you began to question it, but every time you looked up at Chris and saw his sweet genuine smile as he talked to you, you remembered how different he was to Bryce.  

You took a deep breath and reassured yourself. Chris wasn’t Bryce. What Bryce did was humiliating but you shouldn't have to change your behaviour. You couldn’t let him get to you, you just had to get back on the horse, or in this case… a different horse. 

“You alright?” Chris then asked pulling you from your thoughts. 

“Hm?” you hum in confusion. 

“You just seemed to zone out for a moment, look if you’ve changed your mind then it's cool,” Chris says stopping and turning to face you holding his hands up “I’ll just walk you back so I know you’re home safe and then I get a cab home”

You felt the feeling of dread completely seep away as you looked back up at him and saw the sincerity in his eyes. Yeah, Chris was nothing like Bryce. One, Bryce wouldn't have even noticed you closing in on yourself and two, if he did he wouldn't have cared he would have just ploughed on so he could get his fill. 

“I’m good, just got a little chilly for a moment, but thank you” you smile reassuringly. 

Without a word, Chris shrugged off his jacket and placed it around your shoulders “Better?” 

“Much better thank you, we’re not that far away” you smile tugging Chris’ jacket around you more as you nod up the street in the direction of your apartment building. 

“I’m used to the cold” Chris winks making you chuckle. 

Soon enough you were at your apartment building and unlocking the door. As Chris stepped inside he let out a quiet whistle as he looked around at all the boxes. 

“When you said you’d only just moved, you really have only just moved” he chuckles. 

“Yeah, my dad is stopping around tomorrow to help me unpack” you explain as you walk into the kitchen as grab a bottle of scotch and two tumblers. 

“Hence the no-overnight rule” Chris nods in understanding as you pass him his drink. 

“Yep, can’t risk sleeping in” you chuckle as you take a sip of your scotch “I have unpacked all the essentials though,” you say with a suggestive wink. 

“And by essentials you mean?” Chris smirks taking a step closer to you. 

You take another large sip of your scotch, practically draining the glass “Toiletries, a few kitchen bits, booze… toys” 

“I do like a good toy” Chris smirks, his voice deepening, the blue in his eyes disappearing as his pupils dilated. 

“Not threatened?” you ask arching a brow, toys were always a no-go with Bryce.

“Never” Chris grins as he downs the rest of his glass in one gulp, he then takes your glass from you and sets them both down on a nearby box “Still wanna play?” 

Your heart was beating in your chest, arousal already pooling at your core as you breathed out “Yes”

Chris instantly responded, surging forward, his large hands cupping your cheeks as he crashes his lips against yours. You instantly melted into the kiss your hands gripping his top to keep you upright. Fuck he was such a good kisser, it was like he had magic lips. You instantly started wondering what those magic lips could do elsewhere. 

Gripping onto his shirt you pulled him backwards towards your bedroom. You bumped into and knocked over boxes as you went but you didn’t care, you just focused on unbuttoning his shirt. Chris had a similar sentiment because he’d already tugged your white tee up and over your head. One large hand cupped your breast over your bra while the other gripped your jaw to keep you exactly where he wanted.

When the back of your knees hit the bed you didn’t have a chance to do anything before Chris hooked one hand behind your knees and swiftly lifted you onto the bed. The bed creaked as you landed and Chris climbed on top of you. You cupped his jaw as his lips met yours for another, more heated and deeper kiss, one that drew moans from you and had your back arching into his touch. Something he took advantage of by unhooking your bra.

Only then did he pull back, a lopsided grin growing on his face as his eyes scanned over your body. Your nerves got the better of you as you shifted to cover up, but before you got the chance to Chris bit his lips and shook his head.

“Fuck you’re so hot” he groaned.

You let out a small huff, shaking your head at the compliment. Chris responded by gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his gaze.

“You’re so fucking hot” he repeated as he leaned back down to press a kiss to your neck “So. unbelievably. fucking. hot”

All the nerves you had disappeared as he continued to kiss and worship your body. He left no stone unturned as he worked his way down, learning how to play your body and make it sing. 

When he reached the waistband of your jeans he looked up at you, his eyebrow arched in a silent question. You knew your answer immediately, if he didn’t get your jeans off and start doing something down there you were going to explode. 

“Yes, fuck yes” you moaned, bucking your hips into his touch.

Chris chuckled and gave you a wolfish grin as he unbuttoned your jeans and began to pull them and your underwear down. He hooked a hand behind your knee, parting your legs and letting out a low groan when he caught sight of your arousal. You were pretty sure he murmured another ‘fucking beautiful’ but all logical thought disappeared when he pressed a kiss to your core. 

You were already seeing stars in your eyes and you hadn’t even hit your peak yet, you were starting to think you might not even survive a Chris-induced orgasm. Had you even had sex before Chris? Because if this was sex then everything else you’d be doing was wrong, everyone else had been wrong. 

“Shit- fuck- don’t stop right there” you moaned your thighs clenching around his head, his beard burning the inside of your thighs. 

Chris listened to your pleading, something Bryce never did, and didn’t change a thing, not even the tempo. Whenever you told Bryce you were close he just got more intense which never helped, you were lucky if you got off. All thoughts of Bryce disappeared as something snapped within you and you were hit with an earth-shattering orgasm.

You weren’t sure how long you had been lost in the post-orgasm bliss but when your vision cleared you could see Chris sitting back on his heels, a shit-eating grin on his face as he licked his lips.

“Bedside table drawer?” He asked.

“Good guess” you wink biting your lip in anticipation.

Chris grins leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips, allowing you to taste your own arousal on his lips. As he kissed you, you heard him reach out to your bedside drawer, first pulling out a condom and leaving it on the side before grabbing your rabbit vibrator. 

Your breath hitches when you heard him turn it on and press it against your core. Your hips buck into his touch as he ran it up and down your core coating it with your arousal.

“Stop messing around and get to it” you groan trying to shift closer and get the friction you needed.

This time Chris didn’t listen to your pleas, instead he pulled the vibrator away making you whimper at the loss.

Chris just tuts “Good things to good girls that wait… are you a good girl?” He asks holding the vibrator just close enough for you to feel a whisper of its vibrations.

You couldn’t quite make yourself speak so you just nodded which clearly wasn’t enough for Chris as he moved the vibrator further away “Ah-ah-ah I need those words” he says shaking his head. 

You let out a curse, eyes screwed shut “fuck- yes-yes I am” you finally managed to say. 

“And are you going to continue to be a good girl?” he asks pressing the vibrator against your clit, sending shockwaves up through your body, making your back arch. 

“Yes-yes- yes I promise” you chant hips rolling into his touch as he moves the vibrator down towards your entrance. 

“Good, because trust me sweetheart I wanna get a move on too but gotta warm you up first” he hums as he slowly pushes the vibrator into you, eliciting a loud moan from you.

One hand gripped your hips to keep you in place as he slowly pumped the vibrator into you, you could barely keep your eyes open while his were set firmly at your core, watching the toy disappear into you. 

He bit his lip to hold back a moan “fuck you look so good, can’t wait to watch you take my cock like you take this” he groaned pressing the button on the vibrator to increase the intensity. 

He pumped the vibrator in as far as it would go, the rabbit ears rubbing deliciously against your clit. He then left it there as he moved to get off of the bed “Don’t move, don’t even think about it” he instructs as he stands at the edge of your bed. 

You do as you’re told letting out a small whimper as he pulled his shirt off allowing you to get a good look at all the tattoos you had glimpsed earlier. The large eagle across his peck, the tiger just above his hip bone, along with many other smaller tattoos that you just wanted to explore with your fingers…your tongue…

He smirked to himself as your eyes gazed over his impressive chest, he definitely had the body of a rugby player, you could just see the strength those well-defined muscled held. Your attention shifted as he then began to undress his lower half until only his boxers remained. 

You let out a groan when you saw the large tent, fuck he looked big already, just the idea of him had your walls clenching around the vibrator and your head dropping back against the pillow as a moan escaped your lips. 

When you felt him climb back onto the bed you hoped he would deem you ready but instead, he cupped your jaw and kissed you deeply. A kiss that had you wrapping one arm around his shoulders to keep him there and one leg hooking over his hip, the change of angle making you moan into the kiss.

You felt Chris smirk as his lips moved from yours, making their way down your jawline and neck. Periodically nipping at your skin only to soothe it with a wet kiss. Your breathing was growing erratic as he reached your chest, he timed it so that just as his lips found your sensitive peak and sucked, he turned the vibrator up another setting making your back arch as you cursed out a moan. 

You didn’t get a second of reprieve as his hand then joined your chest to play with your other breath, the calluses on his fingers making you whimper as he tugged and played with your sensitive peak. You could feel his electric touch all over your body, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. This man who you’d only just met was playing you like a violin he’d been playing his whole life. 

“Please- please- ch-Chris I’m- I’m close I-I- just” you gasp as your shift beneath him your body unable to decide what direction it wanted to go in. 

He pauses for a second, glancing up at your as he presses a kiss in the valley of your breast “Since you asked so nicely” he murmured, reaching down once more between your bodies to turn your vibrator up to its highest setting. 

Stars exploded in your eyes as your second earth-shattering orgasm rocks through your body. You thought the first one was intense but this was on a whole other level and you just knew it was only going to get better. Your body went completely limp to the point that you didn’t even feel Chris pull the vibrator from you. 

“You’re looking pretty spent” he hums as he presses a soft kiss to your lips “wanna call it a night?”

Those words alone were enough to snap you out of the post-orgasm bliss “Don’t you fucking dare go” you warned, tone dangerous. There was no way you were going to let him leave after that, even if finally having him and a third orgasm could kill you, you were willing to take that chance.

A wide smirk grows on Chris’ lips “You don’t have to tell me twice” he says reaching over to grab the condom he’d set aside earlier. 

You watched with hooded eyes as he finally removed his boxers and allow you to get a glimpse of him. Your jaw drops when you see his sheer size, your gaze transfixed as he rolls on the condom. He wasn’t kidding when he said you needed to warm up, you thought that was just his ego talking but no he was actually being pretty humble because you didn’t think he could actually fit.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take it slow” he smirks as he finishes putting on the condom. 

Had you actually been speaking this entire time, or did he just read your mind? His lips twitching upwards had you thinking it was the former. You bit your lower lip in anticipation as he moved to rest between your legs. Your breath hitched when you felt him brush against your core. All of a sudden every hesitation you had was gone and replaced with a dire need to just have him. 

He slowly dipped his head to capture your lips in a tender kiss as he lined himself up and slowly began to press into you. You winced slightly when you felt a twinge of pain but before you even had a chance to register it the feeling turned into pleasure. 

“Fuck you feel so good I’m not gonna last long” he groans sweat collecting across his brows which were furrowed in concentration, his words made you clench around him “Especially if you do that” he adds.

Your chest heaved as you also tried to hold yourself back, he hadn’t even begun to move and you were close, “sorry” you muttered. 

“Don’t apologise” he chuckled “Just don’t get your hopes up” he smirks with a playful shrug of his shoulders.

“My expectations have already been exceeded’ you say honestly, unable to stop yourself. 

Chris chuckles again leaning down to capture your lips once more “Thanks, my ego needed that” he smirks “You ready?”

His question brought you back to the moment and you realised how desperate you were for him “fuck yeah” you mutter hooking your leg around his hip to get encourage him. 

“Say no more sweetheart” Chris grins as he kisses you deeply and begins to move. 

He starts off slow like he promised but it wasn’t long until you were begging him for more. When you suggested this you had fully intended it to be a one-time thing so it was easier not to catch feelings, but Chris was like a first hit of a drug that you were already addicted to. 

“Fuck- please tell me you’re close” Chris groans his head dipping into the crook of your neck.

You wanted to say yes but you just couldn't find the words to utter a syllable. Instead, you settled for a vigorous nod of the head which Chris instantly got. His hand moved between your bodies until he found your clit. All it took was a few expert rubs for you to completely come apart, and your body ascended to another dimension. 

Your entire body spasmed and your walls clenched around him, pushing him over the edge right after you, pulling every last drop from him. His chest was heaving as he gently pulled out of you and removed the condom. You were vaguely aware of him disposing of it before returning to your side. 

“I know you said there was no staying over but you’re not gonna kick me out straight away right?” he asks gently brushing some hair from your face, his head resting in his other hand as he lay on his side. 

You smile softly as you look over at him, taking a moment to admire his body once more “No I don’t have the energy just yet” you smirk. 

Chris laughs leaning over to kiss you softly “Good and I promise I won’t overstay my welcome, I’m not interested in a run-in with your dad,” he says making you snort with laughter.

“Smart call” you nod smiling back at him. 

For the next twenty or so minutes you and Chris continued to talk as you recovered from your highs. The conversation flowed just like it did back at the bar like there was no break at all. 

Once you had both fully recovered you threw on his shirt as he got re-dressed “You know I’m gonna need that” he says nodding over to you as he buckles his belt. 

“You have a jacket” you point out not willing to give the shirt back just yet. 

“Yes, but I don’t think my coach will be happy if a picture of me surfaces walking home shirtless” he points out walking over to you “You do look sexy in it though” he murmurs as he pulls it open exposing you to the breeze.

“Let me keep it then” you smirk taking a step closer to you. 

Chris hums as he cups your jaw and tilts your head back to capture your lips with his. You instantly melt into the kiss to the point that you didn’t even notice him pushing the skirt off your shoulders. 

“Gotcha” he smirks stepping back and pulling his shirt back on. 

“Well played Evans” you chuckle stepping away to grab an oversized hoodie from a nearby box and throwing it on. 

“It's why I’m the playmaker sweetheart and I have one last play to make” he smirks with a confident grin. 

“Oh really what is it?” you ask arching a brow as he walks back over to you. 

“To get you’re number” he says holding out his phone to you. 

You couldn't help but laugh and nod your head as you took his phone “Not as smooth as your other moves but I appreciate it” you chuckle as you typed your number into his phone and pass it back. 

“You don’t want mine?” he asks arching a brow at you. 

You shrug “I’ll get it when you decide to text” you smirk. 

Chris lets out a huff of a laugh “Alright, well I’ll talk to you soon and I’ll let you get some rest because you have a lot of unpacking to do tomorrow” he says glancing around at all the boxes as you walk him back to your front door. 

“Urgh don’t remind me” you groan already dreading it. 

“Just gotta have a reward for when you’re done, something to motivate you” Chris suggests. 

“Yeah, you better text tomorrow then” you wink making him laugh. 

“I will, talk to you tomorrow, goodnight Y/N” Chris smiles softly as he leans down to kiss you. 

“Talk to you tomorrow, night Chris, get home safe” you say making his smile widen slightly. 

He presses another languid kiss to your lips before slipping out and heading home. As soon as you shut your door you turned around and looked around at your apartment which suddenly felt very empty. 

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This just came up on my FYP and now I can’t stop thinking about a Roy/Jamie rugby AU. https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8jheLof/

Or something else that has to do with those tiny shorts that Jamie works out in 😂

Roy/Jamie Rugby AU so we can celebrate Phil Dunster's rugby bubble butt more!

(Does Roy have one too? 😂)

FYI that the link is to a video from the Rugby World Cup, celebrating a rugby butt 😂

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Hello I am here with a request from the bottom of my heart.

I just finished my finals and am getting cozy with trying to relax and enjoy the holidays, and I am here to ask, nay, beg you for a Christmas little blurb from the e-ta beel nay moy plan. Anything you’d like really. Smut or non smut (even though we all know some smut is more fun.) could be Sirius shocked he settled down. Could be them running into each other again for the first time in a while. Anything. I just love it soooo much.

Thank you xoxoxooxo

This ask actually sparked an idea in my mind, so I hope you enjoy 😅 thank you for reading 💙

A fic in the e-ta beel nay moy plan universe using the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt for today: advantage

Minor nsfw below the cut

“Advantage Blue,” the referee proclaimed as Sirius trailed James down the pitch, taking a step backwards when he was tackled to allow a second rower in to ruck. Breathing hard, he crouched behind his teammates and placed his hands on the ball, careful not to lift it until his backs were set; “use it, nine,”

The shouts of ‘ball out’ could be heard across the pitch as the ball sailed into the centre’s hands, the Saints attack reforming just as they’d practiced over and over again, barrelling towards the try line. Pulling James to his feet with a strong arm, they chased the play down the field just in time to see their teammate land the ball over the line.

“Fuck yeah,” James shouted, pulling Gideon into a crushing hug as they gathered to celebrate the five points; “nice one mate,”

“Good run, Prudey,” Sirius complimented him, smacking him in the shoulder as they walked, panting, back to the halfway line.

“Cheers, Pads,” the tall ginger replied, his grin familiarly alarming with his midnight coloured gum shield still in his mouth; “one more on the board,”

“Mmhmm,” Sirius hummed, suddenly distracted by the tall head of mousey brown hair he could see in the small crowd of students watching from the sideline; “s’that- Prongs!”

His brother turned to face him, walking backwards in front of him; “Paddington…”

“S’that Evans and Lupin over there?” he jerked his head to the right to indicate the direction,

An evil grin took over the taller boy’s face at his question, James glancing at the sideline and then back to Sirius; “I think you mean, ‘is that the guy that fucked me to within an inch of my life a month ago and didn’t so much as give me his number’,”

The twelve lads surrounding him, including their coach, all laughed at James’ statement, and while Sirius blushed, eyes fixed on the kicker, he heard his brother begin to plot. As they fell silent and Fabian took his shot, the shortest of them all held his breath. Up and over the ball went, and the twin began a slow jog back to them as they got set, waiving off the round of applause with a quietly proud smile; "yes, Prude-bee!" one of the freshers yelled from the sideline, wrapped up warmly in their sub suit,

Calm and collected, Sirius glanced at the spot he knew Remus was in, the man occupying his thoughts over the Christmas holidays and all the way up until this very moment. With a shy smile at that area of crowd, he clapped his hands and yelled; “one last push boys, five minutes left. What’s the score?”

A resounding shout of ‘nil-nil’ came from the rest of his team as the ball was drop-kicked towards them, immediately picked up by one of the first year props and run forward into the waiting line of defence. Heart racing as he was caught up in the ruck, he felt a shoulder shove against his arse and then disappear as the ball was recovered.

“Y’alright Pads?”

Sirius didn’t see who asked the question, a blurry face ruffling his hair as he pushed himself to a run, following the game as it played out in front of him, watching as James got his aim just a little bit off, enough to send it out. Enough to land it right at Remus’ feet.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of Remus as the referee marked the spacing for the lineout, forwards matching numbers as James set his back line. In that moment, he was extraneous, and he was close enough to meet the man’s eyes.

A small smile on his face, Remus was wrapped up in a puffer jacket, a woollen scarf around his neck and a faint pink tinge to his wind-burnt cheeks. He stared right back.

Hi, he mouthed, grinning when Remus returned the sentiment and then tilted his head towards the game.

Watch your match, Remus mouthed back, Sirius startling as he realised they were waiting on him to be ready, ball held aloft by the opposing team’s hooker. Crouching, he lunged forward to patrol the maul, directing players and keeping them up as far as it took to push Newcastle back into their 5’, and then over their try line. As the maul collapsed, the referee was laid in the mud with his face pressed to the line, squinting to see the ball.

Finally, a decision was made – held up. Groaning, the boys picked themselves up off the floor and trudged back five metres for the scrum, sighing in relief when the words ‘last play’ fell from the officials lips.

-

“Ready?” James asked him, damp hair messy as he stood next to him on the chair in the clubhouse, one of six members of the two teams,

“Never,” Sirius returned, eyes locked with a particular someone in the crown

The pint in his hand was icy cold, condensation pooling around his fingertips, his ‘dick of the day’ crown obvious in the special penis shaped pint glass they had purchased especially for after-match pints. James and Fabian held normal glasses, their awards as front and back of the match meaning they weren’t singled out like Sirius had been.

“Right then everybody,” Gideon grinned at the crowd, “we all know why we’re here. Our boys’ve worked hard today, a solid match against an impressive team. It was close, but we beat them back, so to say thank you we’ve got your best and your worst a pint.”

A collective silence fell across the room as the barman turned down the music, all eyes on them. Clinking their glasses together, the six boys took a deep breath and began to drink as the room was led in song.

“Here’s to these guys they’re true blue, they are piss pots through and through, they are drunkards so they say, tried to go to heaven but they went the other way,” Sirius gasped for breath, pulling back to see he was only a third of the way through his pint. Shaking his head, he brought the glass to his lips once more and carried on; “so it’s down, down, down, down, down…”

Pausing to let out a belch, he looked to his right to see James finishing his pint, holding the glass upside down on his head in glory. He still had half the glass to go. A deep breath, and he kept going, just him and the other dick of the day drinking together; “you’re not welcome on our ship, on our ship, you’re not welcome on our ship, on our ship ‘cos our ship’s a tanker, and you’re a fucking wanker, you’re not welcome on our ship, on our ship. You're not welcome on our pitch, on our pitch, you're not welcome on our pitch, on our pitch 'cos our pitch is grass, you take it up the arse, you're not welcome on our pitch, on our pitch.. ”

Applause broke out as he placed the dick to his forehead, laughter filling the space as James lifted him down from the chair by his hips. He stumbled a little, brain freeze taking over as he passed the empty glass back to the social secretary; “was that fucking glass frozen?”

“Dick of the day, Pads… it’s a punishment, not a reward,”

“Fuck you, Prongs,” he laughed it off, “get me an actual pint, yeah? Something good this time, I’ve left my fucking phone in the changing rooms,”

Trudging out of the bar and down the dim corridor, he pushed into the changing rooms, not expecting to be crowded up against the cinderblock wall by a much larger body.

“I thought you could take a big cock, cariad?” Remus’ voice was gravelly in his ear, shivers racing through him as his cool hands covered the others; “I think you’ve lost your touch, love,”

“Re,” he sighed happily, “you- ahh,” he moaned as his pulse point was bitten harshly, “you came,”

“Though I’d come and see the Saints’ opening match since I have some skin in the game now,” he could feel the grin being pressed to his throat; “you looked good out there. A little distracted though,”

“You have- skin in the game?”

“Oh dear, did you think I’d let you go so easily? You took my cock so well, love,” Remus mused, releasing him, spinning Sirius so that he could crane his neck up to meet Remus’ amber eyes; “twice would never be enough,”

“But you- I never- you never called me,” Sirius said quietly, one of his hands on the older man’s hip while the other drifted up to tangle in Remus’ messy curls; “I didn’t think-“

Watching him quietly for a moment, the man leant down to place his hands underneath Sirius’ suit-clad thighs, lifting him so that they were eye-to-eye; “life happens sometimes,”

“Meaning…”

“Meaning that I intended to come and find you much sooner than today, cariad, I just didn’t have a chance,” Remus rubbed the tips of their noses together slowly, smiling at the happy look on Sirius’ face; “have you been a good boy, cariad? My slutty little boy scout?”

“Not so slutty,” Sirius murmured, “not unless you count the dildo I’ve fucking myself with thinking of you…”

Remus huffed a laugh against his lips, eyes searching for the truth in Sirius’ statement. Clearly he found what he was looking for, because he let their lips brush once, twice, until the smaller boy darted forward hungrily.

Whining into the kiss, he felt the temperature change as Remus walked them towards the back of the room and away from the door; “round the corner,” he panted, “the showers- they won’t- we can in the showers,”

Humming, Remus took careful steps down into the tiled box room, wet ceramic squeaking under his rubber soles; “I thought you’d want to go back to your teammates, cariad,”

“Want you,” Sirius countered; “I can see them any day of the week. I see them every day of the week. Right now… I want you.”

“Mоя звезда,” he murmured, “what do you want?”

Shivers raced through him at the reverence that filled Remus’ tone, a gentle hand cupping his cheek and smoothing over his eyebrow. He looked sincere, and so Sirius pouted his lips, kissed the heel of the man’s palm and murmured; “I want you to follow through,”

“Follow through on what, cariad?”

“You said- In the cabin you said that you wanted to come on my face… I want- would you?”

A soft laugh escaped Remus as the hand holding him aloft tightened on his arse, Sirius’ arms slung over broad shoulders as he watched various emotions flit across his face; “you’re asking me if I’ll come on your face?”

“Mmhmm,” Sirius hummed, “if you still want to-“

“Yes, моя звезда, I still want to come on your face,” Remus laughed; “if I ever say no to that, put me out of my misery, okay?”

“Okay,” Sirius agreed, “you’ll have to put me down if you want-“

“Padfoot!” James called, “didja find your phone?”

“Fuck,” Sirius hissed, and then louder, “fuck off, Jamie!”

“Oooh, alright touchy,” James laughed, “your pints getting warm, fucker. Come get it,”

Remus laughed as the door slammed shut behind him, dropping his forehead to Sirius and laughing, letting him back down to his feet; “’ll tell you what cariad, go back to your party.”

“What? No, Re, I want-“

“I know,” Remus pressed his lips to Sirius’ forehead and held them there for a few moments; “I’m coming with you. Let’s go have fun with your boys, and before your social starts we’ll slip out with the crowd and head back to my flat. I have a feeling you share with your brother?”

“I do,” Sirius confirmed,

“So we’ll go back to my one bedroom flat, where you and I will be the only people, and if you want me to, I’ll come on your face. I will do whatever you want me to do. Does that sound good?”

Lust-blown eyes tracked Remus as he stepped backwards, a fast nod breaking him from his reverie as he was towed back to the sound of the match teas.

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