Okay but riding John's thigh and you won't let him touch you and you're just going "till you get her face off your body you ain't touching me again babe, you'll just have to watch me get my self off"
and it started when your friend showed you some stupid article that mentioned he still had his tattoo and what it might suggest for the future of their relationship, and not that you have a problem with Millie but that rubbed you the wrong way so you sit at work, waiting to get home to him and show him who his girl is. And it seems like forever before you’re pulling into the driveway and walking into the living room, seeing him back from training sat on the sofa and flicking through Netflix. And god he looks good, of course he does, so you stride over to him, sit straddeling his thigh, his hands making immediate movements to your hips but you push him away and he’s shocked, mumblings of ‘love’ and ‘babe’ falling from his mouth as he desperately tries to grasp any part of your body. But you push him off every time, ‘till you get your face off her body you don’t get to touch me, babe’ and he’s groaning, sinking back into the cushion as he watches you through dark eyes, rocking back and forth on his thigh, small moans emitting from your mouth and he can barely contain himself, hands still trying to grasp, still being rejected, ‘you’ll just have to watch me get myself off’ and he hates it but god he loves it. The tattoo is gone within a week.
anon you’re killing me x
Mr too cool for the camera.
HUBBY ON POINT
Harry Kane and his fioncée during training (31/05/2019)
this bitch here recorded the whole thing
Idea for imagine (player: Federico Bernardeschi) : him coming dead tired from training(or match) and his girlfriend giving him massage. If you want you can make it smutty. I'll be glad if you would haha.
he’s flinging himself on the sofa, hair still wet from the post-training shower and immediately pushing himself into your side, mumbling about his calf hurting. You know it must be fine: it would’ve been checked over and dealt with at training if there was a problem but you wanted to make him feel better anyway, so you got up, motioned him to lie flat on his back and sat on the arm of the chair, getting to work on his calf. Small moans would escape his mouth as you hit the right spots on his muscle and if you were being honest it was doing things to you, so you did what any woman in the company of a good looking Italian would do: forgot about his injury and let him take care of you.
person: *is significantly taller than me*
me: interesting… did you know I’m in love with you
Unlucky.
john and kyle being john and kyle
Trying swimsuits infront of T?
‘What about this one’ you’re saying, giving a spin and watching his eyes drink you all in as they slowly skirt up and down. ‘Beautiful, love.’ And you’re sighing slightly as you throw him a smile - of course you appreciate it so much but god he’s been saying that about every one and you just want to know which is the best one to buy. So you’re turning around, strutting back into the changing room to change into a final one when he’s appearing behind you, arms sliding around your waist and head in your neck. ‘The red one. Get the red one, love’ is huskily whispered into your neck: ‘now let’s go home and try taking off some clothes’
Part three… love this side of him!
Paul Dummett, Fabian Schär, Martin Dúbravka, Bernardo Silva and John Stones are my loves
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