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he tries to speak, to fill the silence somehow, but the words die in his throat the second you sit beside him on the couch.

it’s not every day you find out your girlfriend is secretly a vampire, and it’s not every day he offers his blood up for her to drink. 

he should run. alert the police, save his precious blood.

but luka isn’t scared, no. he’s ready.

it’s you who is the scared one.

"i don’t think we should do this," you whisper against his skin. hesitation paints every inch of your expression. luka wishes he could kiss the fear right off your face.

it's funny— any other vampire would've jumped at the opportunity. luka is a healthy man with plenty of red blood cells. his whole life is centered around eating right, working out, and playing ball, so surely, his blood must be attractive to you.

it makes him feel special, in a way. you may be undead, but you still have a heart (and restraint). you care for him, you love him.

how could he not offer himself up?

"what if i can’t control myself?" you look into his eyes, almost pleading for him to listen, to take into account that you could fall into your urges and do something you’ll regret. he only smiles, "i trust you."

it’s almost pathetic how prepared he is.

one fist clenches tightly in his lap so his veins bulge. he's sitting perfectly still, chin tilted slightly to the side, exposing the sensitive stretch of his neck to you like a devoted follower. he wants you to eat something real tonight— someone warm, alive. not those lame blood bags you gulp down just to get by.

his baby deserves the tastiest blood ever, and he has it.

"i haven’t fed in days," you point out.

"i don’t care,"

"i can’t promise i’ll be gentle—"

"please," luka interrupts, stopping you right in your tracks. "just take what you need."

finally, you relent. you lean closer to his neck, breathing in his scent. you smell his usual cologne, a hint of laundry detergent, and sweat lingering faintly beneath it all. you hate how your mouth waters instantly. you’re not a monster, you’re just… hungry.

his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, bracing himself for impact, though he never tries to pull away.

then your fangs sink into him.

luka exhales shakily at the sting, body freezing around you as his eyes squeeze shut.

the second his skin breaks, the rich taste of iron floods your tongue, overwhelming your tastebuds. luka’s blood doesn’t compare to the deers or random people you’ve tasted, because beneath the metallic flavor is something sweeter, something unmistakably luka. you let out a needy groan, because this is what you've been craving all along.

your entire body lights up from the first swallow alone, strength pouring back into your body so fast it almost makes your head spin. you're so engrossed in the moment you don't even notice the soft whimpers coming from luka, as he feels your teeth buried in the flesh of his neck. he feels everything— the pressure of your mouth, the blood spilling for you, the way your tongue drags over to catch every single drop like you can’t afford to waste him.

one of his hands grips the couch cushion hard while the other finds your cold waist without thinking, fingers resting there weakly. his body squirms beneath yours despite his attempts to stay still, letting out a shaky curse to himself in slovenian, "pička."

yet still, he eagerly tilts his head further for you, smiling despite the lightheadedness creeping up.

you notice the tilt and the fear inside of you that once disappeared comes back tenfold. luka would let you suck him dry if it meant you’d be satisfied.

and that’s exactly why you force yourself to pull away.

your lips part from his skin with visible reluctance, thin strings of spit and blood connecting you for a brief second before they break. you stare down at the mess you made— blood smeared and dripping slowly, with your lip combo ruined around the bite marks. you ignore the voice in your head begging for seconds.

god, he’s completely ruined. luka only looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, like he’s the one drunk on pleasure.

his lips are parted as he tries to catch his breath and maybe make sense of what the fuck just happened. luka looks exhausted in the prettiest way possible, like he just finished playing four quarters straight without ever being subbed out by jj.

yet somehow, he’s still smiling.

"again." he murmurs, almost slurring his words. you sigh, kissing his red dusted cheeks.

"i love you, but no."

He glanced at you, then at the townhouse up ahead at your friend's place.

"I don't know these people," he muttered. "It's just this, yeah?"

You pouted, smacked your lips together, and gave him a distracted "mhm," which did nothing to ease his edge.

"Babe." That got your attention. You snapped the mirror shut and turned to him. "What?"

Andrew wasn't an introverted guy by any means, his edge tonight came from the fact this was just thrown onto him. He had three days before he had to be back at the gym, and he'd pictured those days going a certain way.

A little recovery after a brutal back-to-back, some time on the couch, time with his girlfriend. Not this. He knew he was being dramatic about it. But the invite had landed on him only a few hours ago, blowing up the show he'd been dying to catch up on.

Catching the look on his face, you sighed. "look"

"you gotta relax kay”

He exhaled and let his head fall back against the headrest. You softened, leaning over the colose to press a kiss to his cheek. "you’ll be fine champ." A patronizing tease, but it did calm his nerves; if you weren’t making a big deal, why should he?

You reached the stoop together and waited. Music thumped faintly behind the door, voices rising and falling under it. it swung open and it was Cassidy, grinning ear to ear.

"Oh my god, you came!" She had you wrapped in a hug before you'd even said hi. "Happy birthday, babe," you breathed into her hair, which smelt of candy and alcohol.

When she pulled back, her eyes landed on Andrew. "Ooooh, who's this?" Her gaze flicked to the gift bag in his hand. "And he brought gifts." She grins at you approvingly.

Andrew barely had time to register it all, let alone for you to introduce him— just like that Cassidy had her arms around him too.

"Oh," he managed, blinking as she pulled away swiftly and waved you both inside. "Gift bag goes on the counter," she said, pointing toward the kitchen. Andrew nodded and went to set it down.

Cassidy slung an arm around your shoulder. "He's cute. And he smells really good," she said.

You grinned. "Thanks, Cass."

After the usual round of birthday chaos, you ended up on the couch with Andrew beside you, barely listening as he chatted with another couple who were definitely high as a kite. The sharp ear grating clink of a spoon against a glass cut through the apartment, one of Cassidy's friends, clearly a shot or two deep.

"Alright!" she shouted, liquid sloshing over the rim of her cup. "We're going to the club!"

The room erupted. You whooped along with everyone else. Cassidy threw her beer up like a toast. "Yes! Let's make it a real birthday night. Who's coming?"

Andrew leaned in close, voice low against your ear. "I don't know these people. It's getting late, and—"

You cut him off gently, squeezing his arm. "I know, I know. It'd just be for a bit." You softened your voice. "It's her birthday. We don't have to stay long.”

You saw his eyes droop like a puppy “one drink, in and out."

He sighed, but he took your word for it. "One drink," he said. "Then we regroup."

You smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "Deal."

It was packed for a Thursday, probably for the holiday weekend upcoming, it was packed to the point the walls seemed distant with the waves of people, where you felt the bass more than heard it. The birthday crowd scattered the second you walked in. Andrew kept a hand at the small of your back as he steered you through the bodies.

Then he spotted someone among the waves of people, a familiar face and you felt his hand loosen at your back, his whole frame easing up. You followed his gaze and recognized one of his friends, who was already waving him down.

"Go say hi," you shouted over the noise.

He hesitated, glancing between his friend and you, furrowing his brows as he eyed you up real quick "You sure?"

"Yeah." You nodded, already turning toward where your own friend was flagging you from a few feet away, drink sloshing in her hand. "I'm gonna catch up with her. We'll meet back up, yeah?"

He gave you one last once-over —he wasn’t suspicious he just wanted to make sure you were okay with him ditching you. "You'll be cool?"

He didn't love the idea of leaving you on your own in a place this packed, not because he didn't trust you, just because it wasn't really his thing to drift off and let you linger for yourself. "I'll be fine," you said, already backing away with a grin. "Go say hi."

He held your gaze a beat longer than the moment really called for, then gave a short nod. "Don't disappear."

"I won't." And just like that he was gone, swallowed into the crowd, narrowly avoiding a very drunk stranger on his way to his friend. Their hands met in a sharp clap, barely audible over the bass boosted speakers.

"Nembhard!" his friend shouted, pulling him into a half-hug. "Wasn’t expecting you here"

"Yeah, well." Andrew glanced back over his shoulder once, finding you in the crowd before letting himself focus. "Wasn't really my idea."

"Where's your girl?"

"Around." He said it easy enough, but his eyes did one more sweep at you before he let it go.

Your friend shrieked when she spotted you, yanking you into a hug tight enough to spill her drink down your forearm. "Bitch! I am so glad I found you!!."

"This place is insane," you laughed, wiping your arm off.

You talked for a while, leaning in close just to hear each other over the noise, which was seventy percent lip-reading and thirty percent just nodding along. After repeating yourself one too many times, your friend groaned and held up her empty cup, tilting it so you could see there was nothing left but melted ice. "I need another drink," she said, pouting. "Can you grab me one? Please?"

"I was gonna get one anyway," you said, already turning toward the bar. "What do you want?"

"Whatever's strongest and sweet."

"Very helpful." You said with a sigh.

She blew you a kiss and you laughed, and began pushing off into the crowd. You finally squeezed into a gap at the front, leaning against the counter, bouncing slightly on your heels to the beat while you waited for the bartender to catch you. A stool opened up beside you and you slid onto it, scrolling through your phone till the bartender was done chatting up a group of rowdy frat boys.

Then a pair of arms slid around your waist from behind.

It felt familiar enough that you didn't question it and you laughed, already turning. "Oh my god, babe, you—"

It was Evan. Evan was a friend of a friend, whom you’ve chatted up with at a few gatherings.

"C'mon," he laughed, grinning down at you "Wasn't expecting to see you here, had to slide by and say what's up."

You gave him a friendly side hug, "I'm here for Cassidy's birthday party actually”

"Oh yeah? thats dope happy birthday to her” He said enthusiastically. Evan leaned in closer to hear you better, while his arm braced on the bar behind you boxing you in "You here alone?"

"Yo," his friend said, following his line of sight, smirking. "Ain't that your girl getting chatted up?"

Andrew turned his head back towards you, as far as he knew you were just waiting on drinks, and happen to be greeted by another one of your friends.

"She's fine," Andrew said causally, taking a slow sip of the drink he'd been given by his friend.

"My boyfriend," you were saying, shaking your head at Evan. "He's around here somewhere."

Evan made a dramatic gesture of glancing around the club, squinting "where he at? You sure he's real, or is this an elaborate ruse to keep guys off you?"

"He's real," you laughed. "You forget I'm taken?"

"Guess I did." He smiled, leaning in a fraction more to say something, while his hand drifting from the bartop to hover, briefly, at your waist.

He didn't say anything to his friend. Didn't make a scene of it, didn't even change his expression much, just set his cup down on the table top next to him and said, "I'll catch you later bro," already moving before his friend could answer.

He cut through the crowd, and you felt the warmth of his hand settle at your waist thumb pressing into your hip.

"Hey" he said, leaning down to breathe in at your neck “startin' to think you got lost."

"just grabbing drinks," you said, turning your face up to him with an easy smile.

"I know." His eyes flicked to Evan. Evan had backstepped and his hand awkwardly returned to a pocket.

Evan recovered fast, offering Andrew an easy, unbothered smile, pretending like he wasn’t just trying to flirt with another guy’s girl "What's up, man? Didn't know you were here."

"Yeah." Andrew’s nod was polite.

You glanced between them, feeling the air shift but not quite able to name it. "You guys know each other?"

"around" Evan said, at the same time Andrew said "nah"

Evan laughed it off. "right” shifting on another foot.

Andrew's hand slid down your arm to find your hand, fingers closing around yours "You ready to head out?" he asked you, eyes still locked onto you.

"I—" You blinked, caught off guard, your drink still untouched on the bar. "I haven't even"

"we can get drinks at home." He quickly retorted.

You looked at him for a second, reading his face and decided the drink wasn't worth arguing over. "Yeah.. kay."

"see you around dude" Andrew said to Evan, already turning, his hand warm and certain around yours as he led you back through the crowd. He didn't look back to see Evan's reaction, he didn’t care. You let yourself be pulled along for a few feet before you leaned into his side, raising your voice over the music. "you good?"

"I'm good." Andrew replied flatly, eyes forward focusing you on getting out of here with you by his side.

"Andrew."

"I said I'm good." A small, tight smile "jus’ ready to go."

You sighed, not really wanting to press him at all. Even if that meant you were ditching your friend’s birthday party without saying goodbye.

The drive home was quiet. The apartment was quieter. You chalked it up to him being worn out— it was well past midnight by the time you made it back to the apartment.

Andrew dug through your bag for your keys while you leaned against the wall by the door, while you mumbled about something your friend had said earlier. The door clicked open, and he led you inside, shutting it behind you both.

You leaned back against the wall on instinct, the way you always did when he wanted to take your heels off, something he liked doing for you, especially on nights like this. He lifted your ankle, balanced it against the wall, and eased one heel off, then the other, freeing your feet from the night.

He straightened up and kicked off his own shoes. "You tired?" he asked, voice soft.

You shrugged, shoulders rising and falling. "Yeah. A little."

He nodded. "Alright." Without another word, he walked you down the hall, nothing but the soft shuffle of your feet on the floor and the city buzzing faintly outside.

In the bedroom, you sat on the edge of the bed and reached behind you for the zipper of your dress. Andrew shrugged off his jacket and stepped in to help.

"Let me," he said quietly.

The zipper slid down slowly, the dress loosening from your shoulders. "thanks for taking care of me," you mumbled.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, voice barely above a whisper.

"Always."

The fabric fell from your shoulders and slid down your body with the assistance of Andrew’s hands, his eye followed down your body, inhaling a breath when he sees your breath. Andrew always admired your beauty in every moment he saw you, constantly thinking on how lucky he is, how proud he is to call you, his girl. The fabric began to bunch at your hips, and he tugged it down farther, revealing your waistband of your panties.

He leans down to kiss at your neck, then his hands grip your jaw, so you face him. Lips landing onto yours with a powerful fervor. Hands simultaneously yank the rest of your dress down, trailing to your calves and off your body completely—pooling onto the hardwood. The bed creaks and dips as he climbs over you, straddling your body, your fingers find the hem of his shirt and pull it up, revealing lean abs, nails tracing his muscles.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured.

a hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing your lower lip. “always so pretty.”

Andrew’s gaze stayed locked on yours for a second, his mouth dipped down brushing against collarbone, then your tit. soft kisses all across your upperbody, like he couldn’t get enough of the taste of you. “God… look at you,” he breathed against your sternum, making you get goosebumps. “How’d I get this lucky?” One hand slid down your side, slow and worshipful, memorizing every inch with each touch and kiss on your body.

Fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties. He paused, eyes flicking up to yours for silent permission. You nodded; he eased them down your thighs, off completely, tossing them aside across the room joining your dress on the hardwood.

Andrew's gaze lingered on you for a long moment, taking in the sight of you completely bare beneath him.

He sat back slightly on his knees, hands moving to his own waist. His fingers opened the button of his jeans, unzipping the fly, He shoved the denim down his hips along with his boxers in one motion, kicking them off the bed.

Andrew lowered himself fully, the weight of his body pressing you into the mattress in the best way. His mouth found yours again, while one hand trailed down your side fingers wrapping your waist.

He shifted his hips, letting the head of his cock slide through your pussy, teasing just enough to make you arch up into him with a soft moan.

"Baby," he murmured against your lips, voice low and rough with feeling. His eyes met yours, holding eye contact as he positioned himself at your entrance. He sank into you until he was buried completely. The stretch of him filled you perfectly that made your brain fizz out, your foreheads pressed together. He held his thrusts for a moment, letting you adjust.

Planting soft kisses on your cheek as he began to move. Long strokes that drew out every pleasurable sensation. “Jus’ like that”

The bed creaked softly under you with each thrust, a steady rhythm that matched the quickening beat of your hearts. Your hands slid around his backside, palms flat against the warm, firm muscles of his back, feeling them flex and shift as he moved above you.

You wrapped your legs around him, digging into the backs of his thighs to pull him closer. The angle let him sink even deeper, the head of his cock brushing that sweet spot inside you with every roll of his hips.

Curses escape your mouth as your head rolls back, exposing more skin of your neck. Andrew leaned down to kiss along your neck, sucking lightly at the skin there while one hand cupped your breast, thumb circling the peak until you gasped his name.

"God, you feel so good," he whispered, into your neck. His hips picked up a little speed, thrusts growing more intense but still full of care.

The jealousy from earlier, that edge he'd had all night melted away and left no room for doubt. You were his, and he was yours.

You moaned softly with each thrust, the pleasure building gradually, your nails dug into his shoulder blades, holding on as you got closer

Andrew's hand slid down to grip your thigh, lifting it higher around his waist, opening you more to him. The new pace made you moan out, back arching off the bed as he drove forward.

He kept his eyes on you the whole time, watching the way your lips parted, the flush that spread across your cheeks. “You’re so beautiful” he said gently

You could feel everything, each ridge and vein as he moved. The pressure inside you built with each thrust of his hips. Andrew leaned in closer, “So—so beautiful” grinding against you at the end of each stroke to press right where you needed it.

You whispered his name legs trembling around him as the pleasure peaked. Andrew sensed it all “Atta’ baby cmon” He encouraged you, with a kiss to your lips “m’right here.”

Your orgasm hit hard, heavy waves crashing through you, your body pulsing tightly around his cock as you came with a broken moan.

His thrusts slowed but letting you ride through it whilst kissing your cheeks. You arched under him, he swallowed your soft sounds with a kiss “That’s my girl.”

As you came down, breathing hard and clinging to him, Andrew kept moving. His own need shined through in the pale moonlight,

He thrust with needy, the bed creaking beneath you both. "I love you," he breathed against your jaw, voice strained as he chased his own release. You hummed in response already getting overstimulated a bit.

he came with a deep groan, thrusting deep inside as the warmth of his cum spilled inside you. Andrew stayed buried deep, holding you close while his body relaxed above you, and his lips found yours, kissing you slowly.

His body collapsed beside you while you tucked into his chest, hands wrapping around him tightly. “Who were you talking to again”

Your perked your head to look over at him, “what?”

Andrew said flatly, “that guy at the bar.” Your brows furrowed in his sudden inquisitive nature. “It was evan, he’s a mutual yknow”

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♬ Charli xcx ‧ Everything is romantic

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yourinstagram in a place that can make you change

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user1 Sooo cute

charli_xcx #1 it girl for everrrr

->yourinstagram ily 🤟

user2 can't believe you were in slovenia and i didn't see you 💔😔

user3 lovee that red dress

user4 i hope you vlogged it😔

->yourinstagram okayyyy don't be mad.... 😬 ->user5 noooooooo :( ->user4 hope you had fun though <3

user6 you are everything

user7 luka doncic in the likes????

user8 Miss perfect 💖

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tmz Los Angeles Lakers star Luka Doncic rumored to be dating Influencer and entrepreneur Y/n L/n 👀

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user1 okay he's winning off court can he try doing it on the court too

ynlvrr oh.... my thread really left it's neighborhood 😬

->user2 you got actual news outlets talking about them 😭 ->user3 i mean.... if it's true then maybe they'll confirm it now

user4 do they know they're dating 😭

user5 she is beautiful tbh

user6 bruh we lost the first game of the season, we really rdgaf who he might be dating

user7 why are rumors reported??? like you literally don't know. . . .

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yourinstagram very casual week in LA <3

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user1 the IT girl in every way

user2 you are so so pretty

lukadoncic You’re perfect ❤

->yourinstagram 🤭❤ ->user3 he's not wrong 👀 ->user4 we've unlocked boyfriend luka ->user5 already obsessed with them

user6 THE LAST PIC GIRLLLL

user7 u single handedly will get us to the finals

user8 who needs pinterest when you exist

user9 Lakers QUENNIE!!!!!!!💜💛

user10 The last picture is so hot

ynlvrr im owed a few apologies

->user11 GIRL YOU KNEWWWWW ->user12 sorry i doubted you queen

user13 SO THEY ARE TOGETHER?!!?!????

user14 saw u courtside!! u looked gorg as always💜💛

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me writing "u single handedly will get us to the finals"

AFTERCARE ⟢ what are they like after sex? 𝝑𝝔 ANTHONY EDWARDS

anthony is used to sex being casual, so after it, he cleans himself up and moves on. back then, maybe he’ll check up on his partner, make sure she’s not too worn out, still, he keeps it pushing. but when he meets you, and he starts catching feelings, your relationship becoming more serious than expected, anthony realizes that it’s not enough— you deserve better than that. to the point of one day, he sheepishly asks you what you like to do after sex. he’s definitely not perfect, but he gets the gist of it. he’ll give you some praise once you both catch your breath, force you to get up and pee, by carrying you to the bathroom bridal style— if he’s feeling extra, like on valentine’s day, he’ll run you a bath— whatever else you need, he insists you tell him and he’ll get it. ant might be tired, but he’s not lazy. after that, it ends with some pillow talk, because when does anthony not want to talk to you?

BODY PART ⟢ their favorite body part of their partner 𝝑𝝔 SHEDEUR SANDERS

ass. no brainer. have you seen him talking about how much he loves “cake”? he eats cake— said with nothing but pure pride in his voice, hell, shedeur worships every kind of cake. dr. miami cake. flat cake. thick cake. ass is ass, sue him. he loves squeezing, kissing, massaging (he’s weirdly good at it), slapping, caressing your ass— no surprise his hand “accidentally” lowers down your waist when you’re out and about with him, or how you catch him looking behind you whenever you’re walking around his place. and when you have sex with him, you can’t find it in you to be shocked that the first position he suggests is…doggystyle. maybe reverse cowgirl, if he wants to switch things up. wow, shedeur, way to be subtle!

CUM ⟢ anything to do with cum, basically 𝝑𝝔 LUKA DONCIC

luka likes his cum on you…a little too much. he doesn’t understand what is it exactly— maybe it’s because of the whole marking thing? he’s a messy guy? or how you just scoop it up, look at him with a smirk while you put it up to your mouth to swallow? who knows. what luka does know though, is that wherever you tell him to finish, his dick reacts in an instant. his favorite is when you let him cum on your chest especially, watching you play with your boobs while his cum paints your skin. that’s why when you tell him to finish inside, please luka! he doesn’t even hesitate, or think about how he’s not protected at all— simply focused on how you’re clenching around him, pussy greedily swallowing his cum up like your mouth does. he watches it drip out of your hole, so tempted by you that his fingers reach out to shove it back in. he’s not obsessed, no, not at all.

DIRTY TALK ⟢ do they like dirty talk? what do they usually say? 𝝑𝝔 KYLIAN MBAPPE

kylian can fluently speak three languages— english, spanish, and french, and regardless which one he switches to in bed, his words come out sinful every time. we’ve seen the video of him talking to his teammates. point blank period, he’s a yapper that loves a good dirty talk session. mostly because you just have the best reactions to what he says— even with the language barrier, you know it’s dirty and your pussy loves the gruffy sound of his voice in your ear while he’s fucking you. he’ll fuck you dumb, to the point where french starts sounding like spanish, spanish sounding like english, just nodding along to whatever he says. kylian laughs, loving how he doesn’t need a translator to get to you.

“c’est tout pour moi, non? dit-moi, ou je arrête.”

“putain, juste comme ça, bebe.”

“tu veux de moi? quoi, tu peux pas me demander plus mieux ce ça?”

FAVORITE POSITON ⟢ very self explanatory, what position in bed do they prefer?

1 𝝑𝝔 JALEN DUREN

jalen duren is 6’10, unless if you’re 6’9, there’s definitely a height difference between the two of you that makes sex a real workout. jalen’s personal favorite are positions where he gets to hold you up. against the wall, or your legs wrapped around his waist, or his arms hooked around your legs— he doesn’t really care. jalen loves how he gets to show his strength, and you never fail to squeal when he picks you up so effortlessly. kiss his muscles and he’ll probably fold right then and there. the full control he gets is intoxicating, being able to choose the pace and how exactly hard he thrusts into you. you on the other hand, love how the position makes you feel every part of jalen. the angle of the position allows him to get reallll deep inside too, you gasping at each brush his dick makes with your cervix. the downsides? a man gets tired eventually, and the soreness you feel afterwards is insane. #ripbutworthit

2 𝝑𝝔 ANGEL REESE

tribbing, hands down. she calls it what it is: bumping coochies, affectionately though. it doesn’t matter if you’re on top or she is, missionary style, scissoring— although she gets a kick out of being on top after a good game, because she feels on top of the world…haha, get it? no? okay :( she enjoys every second of it, the way your bodies are molded, soft lips attached while your pussies rub together, the wetness gathering between you both allowing you to roll your hips up and down in sync. she’s a moaner, so if you decide to speed up, gyrating your clit right on hers, she will not be able to keep quiet. overstimulation really gets to angel, so drag it out by bringing your fingers to her clit too, and then she’ll really tear up. point it out and you’ll be the next one whimpering and crying too, trust. angel always gets her get back.

3 𝝑𝝔 JARED MCCAIN

he’s one of those guys who loves missionary because of the closeness it gives. whenever he pushes inside of you, jared’s eyes snap right to your face, relishing every expression and gasp you make. he’ll hold your jaw, forcing you to make eye contact the whole time, smiling at how much you’re moaning— because of him. whenever it gets too much, he loves being able to be there for you, putting his hand in yours and talking you through it. “you’re doing so good for me baby,” is his go-to.

GOOFY ⟢ are they more serious in the moment? are they more humorous? 𝝑𝝔 TYRESE HALIBURTON

tyrese is a mix of both serious and goofy, especially seen in my “living room flow” fic. he doesn’t go as far to make a joke out of situation— you needy for him is a very serious problem he’d love to fix with his fingers…or dick. still, he can’t help but let out a joke or two, loving the way you react. you either giggle and slap his shoulder, or roll your eyes, scoffing at him. either way, it does something to him. what can he say? he lives to please you. when tyrese is serious though, is whenever you’re close to orgasm (wanting to make sure you feel good) or he is (trying his absolute best not to cum before you do).

INTIMACY ⟢ how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect. 𝝑𝝔 LEWIS HAMILTON

lewis is maybe the most intimate lover you’ve been with your whole life. i’m serious, he’s painfully romantic. he’s the kind of guy that writes a poem about you and how every inch of your skin is perfect— and recites it while he’s thrusting into you, slowly and sensually. he makes you feel every inch, every vein, and every twitch of his cock. whispering his poem against your ear like it’s a prayer. you have no choice but to believe him, because who can say no to his unwavering adoration for you— how he doesn’t stutter over a single line, inked hands holding your warm skin like it's the most precious thing he'll ever get to feel, and immerses himself into every touch you give, thanking you for blessing him with access to your sacred body. he sets the mood too— candles being the only light source of the room, rose petals scattered across the bed, while a light r&b song plays, muffled by the noises escaping your throat.

JERK OFF ⟢ masturbation headcanons 𝝑𝝔 JUDE BELLINGHAM

unfortunately, jude is not the kind of guy who can wait to see you rather than jerk off. if he’s hard, he’s hard. it won’t go away, no matter how many weird images he thinks up in his head. it’s even worse whenever he’s on away games— mind plagued with the thought about how you aren’t here. you can’t kiss him. play with his hair. cuddle against him. feel his boner poke through his shorts while you start— fuck! he can’t even bother with a facetime call, since it’s 3 am where you are already. it’s more of a means to an end, jude reasons, wanting “jude jr” to be gone already. spitting into his palm, he pulls up a video in his hidden album of you riding him, sighing at the sight of your ass bouncing up and down. he really needs to see you again.

KINK ⟢ one or more of their kinks 𝝑𝝔 JJ REDICK

a serious degradation kink. obviously, there would be a safeword and boundaries established (he’s a meanie, but not evil!), but once it’s decided, it’s like a switch flips. suddenly his voice turns all raspy, rough hand pushing you down to his clothed lap as you look up at his stern face. he doesn’t play at all. he’s calling you his slut, muttering about how pathetic you look on him, begging to get off on his thigh? “you’re that desperate, huh?” he chuckles. “keep movin’. i didn’t say stop.” it’s almost a little cruel how he loves to watch you slip up— waiting for the moment he has a good reason to spank your ass red. if the opportunity is there, he’ll take it. don’t worry, he has some numbing cream somewhere in his drawer.

LOCATION ⟢ favorite places to do the do 𝝑𝝔 JUJU WATKINS

juju likes having sex in more private places— i mean, hello, she’s usc’s superstar and a basketball legend in the making! her putting her arm around your waist causes enough commotion, imagine what pictures or videos of you two fucking would do? seriously, juju would never know peace again. so mainly, you’re either doing it at her place, yours, or a secluded place (with a door and lock preferably). anywhere else would have her unfocused and antsy— constantly looking around to see if anyone’s watching or coming by and rushing to get an orgasm out of you. scared or not, she’ll make sure you cum though!

a headcanon related to my ucla wcbb!reader fic— juju definitely ate you out on the floor of ucla’s locker room once (when the arena was cleared out after the game, no one else there but the poor custodian who couldn’t figure out where the random whimpers were coming from?) after you had bet that ucla would win against usc. she simply said “bet.” and played her heart out that night. trust, it felt good to see you, all hot and bothered laying on the ucla logo plastered on the floor, juices soaking the material beneath you. juju being able to ruin you on your turf. you decided to stop making bets with juju after coach had pointed the stain out the next day, yelling— “ladies, if you spill anything on the floor, clean it up!”

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