James Rodriguez Breakup

Can you write a Harry winks blurb where you go to see him whilst he’s training and they’re having a break in the canteen so you’re sitting with him then the rest of the Tottenham boys come in and tease Harry because of how cute he is with you ❤️

and it’s partly because he’s wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you closer and nuzzling into your neck and partly because he’s holding food out on his fork for you to eat, leaning in close you and whispering into your ear but you bet when dele and Eric walk in they’re not having it when Harry Kane whispers ‘leave ‘em alone you two’. Of course they’re shouting down the table, ‘she can eat by herself you know, winksy, she’s a big girl’ and ‘god how are you even managing to get her any closer’ and Harry’s cheeks are going red and his face is going in your neck and the teasing remarks continue and you don’t even mind, laughing along to a few of the really good ones because all they’ve done is made Harry act even cuter.

Mood

Could you please right some more John smut, your so good at writing omg!💗

thank you, anon

He’s joining you in the shower, allegedly as a bid to ‘save water’ but you don’t quite believe that as he’s running his hands down your waist, grabbing your arse and kissing down your neck from behind. And you certainly don’t believe it when you’re moaning into the steamy cube, hand pressed against the wall as he’s taking you from behind, hands roughly on your hips, your name falling from his lips. And you even don’t think about it when you’re coming to your high, him following shortly after, but you did think about it when he’s muttering about how ‘maybe I didn’t do my bit for the environment. Because you’re going to have to clean up again’

Crying 🤧🤧🤧🤧

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YES, chant it

So he’s subbed off after 70 minutes, sending you a wink and a subtle flick of the head to follow as he goes for his post-match shower. And you follow, cheeks heating up despite no one seeing, hurriedly finding the dressing room. Jesse is immediately on you, pushing you against the door, closing it as he does and locking it. Tongue in your mouth, hand in your hair, sweaty body pressed against yours and you moan into his mouth and he loves it. And he’s pushing you and his shorts down, head falling backwards and a string of moans pouring out of his mouth as you work on him. Tip first, teasing him, stroking him, head going further and further down, gaining a rhythm. And his moans are getting more loud and intense as he’s pulling you back up, mouth on yours again, pushing down your trousers, hand under the shirt with his name on the back, resting on your waist as he lowers you onto the cold bench, head between your legs. And then it’s you moaning, and your knuckles going white as his tongue and his fingers do their work, moving perfectly with his expertise (and you make a mental note to mention that later). And it’s when he comes back up, ready to kiss you again that there’s a knock on the door and the two of you pull up your clothes, Jesse unlocking the door to find Marcus at the front of a large group of footballers clad in red and you walk past sheepishly, all of them smirking at you and you laugh as you hear Rashford speak, ‘couldn’t even watch us win could ya?’

‘Well I had other business, beansprouts’.

He always looks sad, Harry Kane.

Just been looking down your profile can we have a continue of the one of John texting you to meet him after the game, the one where you distracted him and get gets subbed of

continuation of this blurb

and you’re texting back ‘where’, leaving your friend with a promise of speaking tomorrow, and making your way through the halls of the stadium, recognised by security and not stopped, until you see him, leaning against a wall, hair wet and skin glistening, straightening up when he sees you coming. Neither of you saying anything at first, awkward tension coating the otherwise empty halls, staring at each other, an awkward stride of distance between you, all the courage you’d previously had on the walk down dissipated. He’s the first one to close the gap, taking a hesitant step forward, your name leaving his lips and you’ve missed how it sounded when he said it, in his accent. ‘I’ve missed you’ you breathed out as he took hesitant steps forward until he was directly in front of you. And the close proximity made your breath hitch in your throat and he’s whispering back that he’s missed you too, eyes trailing over your lips, the gap becoming smaller as he leans in. And soon his lips are on yours, backing you up against the wall, hands on your waist, yours around his neck and it’s bliss and you’ve missed him and you don’t want this moment to end. But of course it did, interrupted by a ‘Woah alright, John, warn us next time’ coming from Kyle at the top of the corridor. And you both quickly pulled apart, your head going into his neck, laughing in embarrassment. It was just like old times.

southgate stop trying to make walker happen it’s not going to happen