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as one of the best professional tennis players in the world, you've been known as someone intimidating on court with insane composure under pressure.

you're the kind of player who doesn't bat an eye when the scoreboard turns ugly or when your opponent tries to squeeze in some fake injuries or unnecessary calls, opting to stay calm and keep the court in your favor—always.

your expression rarely gives anything away: celebrations are never exaggerated, no visible frustrations—just steady, unreadable focus that makes your opponents second-guess every hit they take.

but the moment you step off the court—the racket leaving your hand, the tension draining from your shoulders—your sharp edges soften, your gaze that had looked for weaknesses in your opponents to looking for someone else entirely.

because there, in the stand, is one of your biggest supporter, your girlfriend, minatozaki sana.

and when your eyes squint to meet hers under your sports visor, your expression changes 180, the crafted composure melting immediately: a big toothy smile on your face, hands waving with zero dignity nor shame, arms moving like an excited kid whose parent had come to see their big game.

on court, you're untouchable.

but off court, you're anything but—just all sana's.

—

minatozaki sana and you dating wasn't big news nowadays (though whenever you both interacted with each other, fans would scream their lungs out).

the announcement, on the other hand, had caused national chaos. you remembered it clearly, how both of your names were plastered across every news headline for a good while; reporters' cameras flashing everywhere you go.

both of your fans gave unconditional support, which made you incredibly thankful and happy.

it had surprised you, actually. because you had both braced yourselves with hate and criticism, but was only met with warmth and ongoing support from fans all around the world.

there were loud opinions, of course, but they were drowned out by the steady wave of positive messages, enough for you to always be excited to get in your bed at night, head resting comfortably right in the crook of sana's neck, while you both read uplifting comments and watch fan edits.

although things can get hectic during your season, which usually overlaps with sana's busiest period as well, your relationship is strong enough to withstand a few weeks apart.

however, it's not always that easy. especially since you're so used to cuddling your girlfriend in your sleep—her body molding perfectly with yours—or her morning kisses that dissipate your morning grogginess. it's hard to go a few weeks without those, especially her kisses and soft linen jasmine scent that she carries.

and as much as you feel disheartened every time you wave her off at the airport, you try not to show it, because sana will most definitely ditch her flight—her job—to stay back with you.

so when she tells you she won't be able to make it to your final game of the season because of her brand promotion, you were definitely distraught.

but love and work cannot be in the same bracket, something you've been trying to master in your years of being with sana.

—

now, about to be miles apart, with no 'good luck' kisses for your game, you sulk as you get ready for your match.

sana is on the phone with you, having managed to get an hour or two of free time before her flight to another country for her attendance tomorrow.

"i really want to be there..." she whines through the phone, her lips most likely in a big pout, "i hate missing your games, you know that, right, darling?"

you hum, albeit too distractedly, hands fixing your skirt.

you knew sana feels super guilty for not being at one of your biggest game of the season, especially when her manager had texted you earlier how your girlfriend have been pouty and mopey all day.

"i already told manager-unnie i want the livestream pulled up on every screen; whatever device i can get my hands on with the airplane’s wifi," she paused for a second, whispering something to whom you believe is her manager, voice going back to normal afterwards, "i really want to facetime, because i know you look really hot right now—"

"sana! you're on speaker!" you glance around quickly, mortified when you see your coach and a few players nearby.

giggles erupt from her side, the sound traveling through the space enough to make it sound like she's actually in the room with you.

"sorry," she says, voice cute enough to not sound apologetic in the slightest, "hi everyone! please make sure my girlfriend is drinking enough water. she usually forgets before matches!"

"i do not—"

"your water bottle is still full, right?" you look down at it, the bottle untouched ever since you filled it up. your eyebrows scrunch up in offense when you hear people around you snort, shoulders shaking with poorly hidden laughter.

of course they would fall for sana's charms.

her laugh on the other side of the line is fully encouraged, knowing that she has an audience.

"also," she continues sweetly, "make sure her shoulder is in good condition! she got it twisted in a funny angle when we—"

you straighten immediately, quickly snatching the phone on the table to take her off speaker, because what the hell?!

your face is red when you rush out a "okay, bye, baby!"

"wait, wait—" she tries, giggling too much to get air in properly, "darling—no, don't hang up—"

"baby, you're exposing classified information to the public...!" you hush out, eyes glancing around as you cup your phone's speaker close to your ear.

your girlfriend feigns gasp,

"i didn't know giving you a massage along your arms and stretching them was classified information!"

oh, you had a totally different idea of what exactly classified information is.

"...unless you thought i was talking about the one time we had se—"

"sana."

another dramatic gasp.

"uh oh, am i in trouble?"

you roll your eyes at that, because sana is ridiculous.

ridiculously annoying and cute.

you hear your name being called from your coach, letting you know that your match is about to start, his tone cheeky when he adds on to hurry with your conversation with sana.

you roll your eyes at him at him too, though your smile betrays your annoyance.

"alright, baby, i have to go now," you pout, clutching your phone tighter when your girlfriend tells you how amazing and beautiful and talented and—

"love you, baby. have a safe flight...and support me, hm?"

"love you more, darling. of course, i'll have about four devices propped up with different channels, just to get all the angles of your butt—"

you hang up right away, smiling widely to yourself as you stuff your phone into your bag.

-

it's a difficult match, that's for sure.

your opponent is good. good in a way that is wrapped around exaggerated challenge calls, constant complaints to the umpire, and suspiciously timed breaks right when you start building momentum.

and usually, you're composed, being able to handle these mishaps like the back of your hand.

but today, they're enough to get under your skin.

the way she lifts her hands innocently every time before making a call that's clearly not needed and wrong.

the way she smirks, mouthing some nonsense you choose not to pay attention to.

the way she watches you lose your composure bit by bit.

you start missing your serves, your timing is off, tiny mistakes piling up that gnaws at your restraint.

"out!"

your head snaps up immediately, because you know your send of the ball had clipped the line. so how the hell is it out?

the crowd murmurs too, uncertain on the call, but your opponent is already walking towards the baseline, casually twirling her racket like nothing happened.

you stare at her for a second in disbelief before looking up towards the umpire.

"are you serious?"

he gives the usual calm response, voice monotone that irks you impossibly more.

your opponent used a challenge, eyes narrowing under her visor because she believes she's right.

the stadium screens lit up, showing the ball's trajectory and where it landed relative to the line: in, by a hair.

you scoffed at the results, feeling a headache starting to form, pounding against your temples because of nonsense and another unneeded call.

unbelievable.

your opponent, on the other hand, has her jaw clenched, walking back to the baseline, muttering under her breath.

the game continues on, fiery hits going back and forth between you two.

whatever your opponent has up her sleeves, it's slowly working; your rhythm is almost disarrayed.

as you go to towel off between games, your eyes can't help but make their way towards the player box out of habit, even though you know the person you’d like to be there is not.

but then you freeze, breath catching instantly as your eyes catch sight of her.

there, in her crisp white polo ralph lauren shirt with sunglasses perched on her head, is minatozaki sana, whom is suppose to be in a plane on her way to another city by now.

she smiles widely when you meet her gaze, like she's been waiting for this exact moment just to see your reaction.

numerous questions race in your head:

why is she here? to support you, obviously.

what about her ad promotion? hard question.

what happened to watching you on different screens in an aircraft thousands of feet in the sky? another hard question.

are you hallucinating right now? possibly. but then you wipe your eyes and she's still there, looking all pretty under the sun, so probably not.

too caught up in seeing sana in person, you don't notice the camera panning from your reaction to your girlfriend blowing you a flying kiss, causing the crowd to completely lose it.

heat rushes up your neck, feeling yourself perspire again, even though you just wiped your sweat away.

her sweet smile is still on her face as you get back into position, allowing your shoulders to loosen, jaw to unclench, and mind to clear.

and as she watches you with admiration and awe, your confidence and strength fill you up from head to toe, with enough certainty to show her that coming to see you will all be worth it in the end.

you're about to play better than you have all day.

-

the last rally begins, with every one of your shots becoming faster, cleaner, and sharper. your opponent scrambles across the court, constantly forced into defense and reacting instead of playing around.

her cocky expression from earlier is now replaced with urgency, worry written all over her face.

and when you take big strides toward the net on the next short ball, your delivery sends it zooming past your opponent—her reaction is too slow to save it.

and when the adrenaline dies out, her face flares red from her loss.

the stadium erupts in clapping and cheers, the sound drowning out when you look over at sana—who's smiling and clapping and repeatedly blowing you kisses with her hands.

you've won the finals, but you believe sana has won your heart instead.

-

as someone who's been trained to answer personal questions professionally, it was hard to do just that when the questions pertain about your lovely girlfriend.

"your energy seemed to spike later on. what changed after the second set?" sana.

"we rarely see you do this on court, but what, or who, caused you to suddenly smile?" sana.

"you had a bit of a rough start, what helped reset your focus?" sana.

"the crowd went crazy after they noticed your girlfriend showed up. how did you feel when you saw her?" how you’re so lucky to have her in your life (okay, you didn't say it exactly in those words, but definitely along those lines).

-

making your way quickly back to your changing room, sana is already waiting on the couches, jumping into your arms right when you open the door.

you engulf her immediately with a small "umph," regaining balance enough to settle your hands on her lower back and spinning her around.

"you're here." you settle her back down on the ground, calloused palms now on her exposed midriff.

"yes, i couldn't possibly miss your most important game, darling!"

her eyes twinkle like stars, lips in an amused curve like a birthday surprise.

"but what about your brand promotion? isn't that tomorrow?! i thought you were going to watch on the plane!"

sana averts her gaze guiltily, teeth biting her lower lip.

"technically, yes...but i kind of hid some information from you..."

you raise an eyebrow, encouraging her to continue with the swipe of your thumb on her hips.

"yes, i do have a brand promotion in a different city tomorrow, but i was also invited by polo ralph lauren to attend the finals today. and as a brand ambassador and especially your girlfriend, i had to come."

"w-wait, then when are you leaving for your schedule tomorrow?!"

she looks away again, lips in an even guiltier smile.

"ideally right now...but, you know... i have to celebrate on your win, right?"

you nod slowly, eyes squinting on where she's going with this.

"and then after celebrations, i also need cuddle time with you, a-and you know...of that sort..." she trails off, cheeks turning pink before she lets out a sigh, "i'll be leaving for an early flight tomorrow morning then, since the event isn't until the afternoon..."

she's squeezing a ton of things in the span of 48 hours?! for you?!

"okay, wait—hold on, babe—" you close your eyes for a quick second, taking a deep breath because what is your girlfriend thinking?!

"darling," she whines, "i know, i know. you're going to say that i should take care of myself and that all of this is absurd and exhausting. but i got it under control, okay? watching you out there, doing what you love with confidence, and also having the privilege to see in-person the way the skirt fits you so well—"

your finger goes up to her lips quickly, embarrassed at her bold words. but then sana's hand on your neck make its way down to your thigh, slipping it under your skirt to pull against the safety shorts; the snap back of the band makes you flinch slightly.

your rosy cheeks turns a shade darker, breath uneven as you hold on to her wrist.

"baby...we're in public."

"oh, i thought you like that—"

and when a knock interrupts the moment, you both scramble off from each other, cheeks heavily flushed as your coach and your family barge their way in to congratulate you.

while you're being brought into hugs, your arms stuffed full with flowers, in a room full of people whom you love and cherish the most, your heart soars wildly like birds migrating home.

—

sana isn't sana if she doesn't replay your games for hours on end, laughing and teasing every second.

“look at you,” she teases later that night, sprawled across your hotel bed while replaying the clip for the hundredth time. “world champion acting like i just came to your little middle school soccer game.”

you bury your face into her shoulder immediately, nipping at her skin. a sound very much like a hiss was heard until it turns into cackles.

“you surprised me, is all." kissing the spot you bit to soothe as a silent apology.

“i surprise you at almost every tournament, even when you know i'm coming.”

It was a late night evening, Nayeon was in the kitchen making popcorn, she was preparing for movie night, or so she thought..

Chaeyoung was cuddling with you on the bed.

You gently run your fingers through her hair, earring a small happy squeal from the smaller female in your lap.

Nayeon finally comes upstairs into the room, "Y/n, Chae, you girls ready?"

Chaeyoung sits up quickly, nodding eagerly. Nayeon chuckles softly, placing the popcorn on the nightstand. She gets into bed snuggling close to you.

Chaeyoung pouts slightly, moving more closer to you both, wanting the same attention Nayeon was giving you.

You make eye contact with nayeon as her hand brushes against yours, she smirked, getting on top of you.

You gasp softly, giggling softly, Chaeyoung grows jealous, she lets out a needy whine.

Nayeon turns her head slightly, glaring at chaeyoung, "What's wrong puppy? Is someone jealous?" she smirks wider, then she turns her attention back towards you and kisses you softly.

Your arms wrap around her neck, pulling her closer, Nayeon groans softly in between the kiss. The kiss quickly turned heated, Nayeon slides her hand underneath your shirt, feeling your breast.

Her cold hand teases your nipple.

"m-mmph.."

Nayeon pulls back, looking down at you then pulls your shirt up and begins sucking your breasts, her tongue swirls around your left nipple, you arch your back in response, letting out a moan.

Chaeyoung watches, her eyes widen, she suddenly feels warmth throughout her body.

Nayeon pulls back again as she looks back towards Chaeyoung, she notices a change in her body language. "Something the matter pup?" her voice soothing, but with a hint of coldness.

Chaeyoung locks eyes with her, her cheeks burn, she nods.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"I-I.." she gets nervous, "Use your words."

Chaeyoung's face gets more red, "I-i-i'm horny.. too."

Nayeon lets out a dark chuckle, she hums in response, "well, you can sit there and look pretty while you watch me demolish Y/N."

She let out a needy whine as she pouts, Chaeyoung was inches away from them both, she needed to be in between them both so badly, but she had to obey Nayeon.

Nayeon goes back to her makeout session with you. Your tongues both fight for dominance as Nayeon's hand wraps around your throat softly, she squeezes gently, testing the waters.

You moan softly, she sits up and takes off her own shirt along with her shorts, throwing it somewhere across the room.

Her brown eyes might contact with yours, she slowly starts to pull down your shorts, feeling your heat pulsating through your underwear.

She smirks, biting her lip, as she teases your clit softly. You whimper softly, "Please nayeon.."

Nayeon hums, she loved hearing you beg, it made her more horny than ever.

"Please what?"

"Please.. fuck me.." You bite your lip, holding back a moan, Chaeyoung looks down at your damp patch on your underwear, she slowly moves her hand down to her shorts.

Chaeyoung's breath hitched quietly as she kept her eyes on y/n, she watched Nayeon's hand move swiftly to pull off your underwear, revealing your glistening pussy.

She gasps softly, whimpering.

You buck your hips against Nayeon's fingers, she smirks and slowly slips in one finger then another afterwards, she curled them just right, making you let out a loud moan.

Chaeyoung's hands shake as she watches nayeon.

Nayeon's fingers move fast, "You like that baby?" she coos softly, smirking down at you.

"n-ngh.. yes baby.." you whimpered, feeling her fingers move faster.

As you arch your back, Chaeyoung becomes more antsy, slowly rubbing her own clit, even though she was told not to. She didn't care, she wanted to get off, and if watching her owners get off was the only way.. then so be it.

Nayeon thrusted her fingers deeper into you, kissing all over your body, you arch your back into her, gripping her shoulder, leaving slight scratches on her back.

Nayeon moans in response, then removes her fingers, you whimper in response.

She then hovers her pussy over yours, then begins grinding against you.

You both moan out, Nayeon smirks down at you, gripping your breasts, you moan louder.

Chaeyoung's fingers move faster against her clit, she bites her lip, holding back her moans, she restricts herself from moving completely, trying her best to not move at all.

She slips her fingers inside herself and moves in and out, keeping her eyes on Nayeon and Y/N.

Nayeon continued to scissor with you, she watched your breast bounce along with her own as she moved faster.

your moans grew louder together as Nayeon felt herself getting closer, "Fuck baby.. I'm gonna cum if you keep making those sounds."

You moan more, scratching her back, leaving deeper scratch marks on her back.

Chaeyoung grunts quietly, moving her fingers deeper inside herself, she gasps softly, loosing herself in the process.

As she continued watching the perfect sex scene in front of her, she felt herself getting closer.

Nayeon picked up the pace, the entire bed shaking now.

She let out a high pitched moan as she came, you followed right after, letting out a louder moan, gripping her ass.

Chaeyoung shrieked and came all over herself, breathing heavily.

Nayeon pants, landing on top of you.

After a while, she regained some energy and lifted herself up, giving you a deep kiss, you blushed.

Nayeon pulls away smiling, then she slowly turns around to face chaeyoung, but she noticed something off.

She looked at Chaeyoung up and down, noticing her hand in between her legs. That was the first mistake.

Nayeon's blood boiled, she glared at Chaeyoung.

Chaeyoung avoided eye contact, she knew she was in for a rude awakening. She gulps slowly, looking at nayeon, as she removes her fingers from in between legs.

"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. Chaeng.. why don't you listen to anything that I say pup? Looks like I need to put you in your place." Nayeon says, pulling Chaeyoung by her shirt collar, pushing her down onto the bed, pinning her.

Chaeyoung looked up at her in fear.

You glance over and sit up as well, smirking slightly, you began to kiss and whisper into chaeyoung's ear.