CrushxReader One-Shots

~Winner's Prize~

I was lying flat on my back, my arms and legs outstretched as I tried not to think too hard about how we still had one hour left of soccer practice. Today's warm-ups were feeling harder than usual and it felt like Coach was out to get me.

Speaking of which...

"Y/N! GET YOUR ASS UP AND RUN SOME LAPS!"

I groaned at the harsh shriek of the whistle. Well, that's what I get for laying on my back and "napping," as my coach likes to call it, during practice. I raised my middle finger at my teammates as they laughed at my misery.

When Coach finally nodded at me to indicate my torture was over, I noticed the men's soccer team approaching the field. I reflexively looked for C/n's face amongst all the guys.

"Alright warm-ups are over! Get your blue vests on, we're scrimmaging against the men's team today!" our coach yelled.

Everyone started walking toward the turf and a noticeable excitement filled the air. The last time we scrimmaged we lost, so we were definitely ready to get our redemption.

After the guys stretched and our vests were on, I noticed C/n approaching us.

"Babe," he called as he jogged over.

I did my best to hold back my laugh at my teammates' exaggerated gagging noises. C/n and I don't make it a habit to do PDA but our teammates never let the opportunity to tease us pass by.

I crossed my arms, "What? Already coming to beg for mercy?"

He grinned before asking cockily, "Now why would we need that?"

I hummed as I pretended to think for a minute.

"'Cause when we win you guys are gonna be forced to pay for dinner."

Taking a glance back toward his team, C/n shrugged, "History speaks for itself."

I playfully smacked his shoulder and he quickly caught my hand in his.

"I didn't come here to mess with your mental though. I came for this."

He took my (extra) hair tie from my wrist and pulled it onto his arm.

"Why?" I also took a glance at his teammates, assuming one of them needed it.

"It's for good luck," he said, beginning to walk away. "I'll give it back if you win."

I shook my head at him, "You better not lose it!"

Turning his head to look back at me, I got a full view of his cocky smirk.

"Never," he responded confidently.

It ended up being really close, which is usually how it goes since our teams are pretty evenly matched. The score was 1-1 until the guys managed to get a goal in the last 5 minutes.

I groaned as the whistle was blown for time. C/n's cheeky smile was unavoidable, and he even had the audacity to drink from my water bottle after.

"So who's the beter player in our relationship?" he teased as he swung his arm around my shoulder.

His face inched closer to mine as he aimed for a kiss, but I playfully shoved him away.

"Stoppp, we're sweaty!" I protested.

It felt like the locker rooms were miles away as his grin only widened.

"That's never stopped us before."

"C/n!"

His laughter echoed through the empty halls making me slightly concerned that it was possible for someone to overhear our conversation.

After exiting the locker room, I found him leaning against the wall with his bag slung over his shoulder.

"Ready?" he stood up, sliding his phone into his pocket.

I nodded and we made our way to his car.

"Give me my hair tie," reaching my arm out, I patiently waited for him to hand it back to me as he started the engine.

He responded by promptly bringing his right wrist to the window and out of my reach.

"No, it's my prize."

I groaned, "C/nnn, I need it."

He switched the hair tie to his left arm, completely out of my reach. Shifting gears, he looked behind him to start backing out of the parking spot.

"You've got a million of them," he stated. "It's my good luck charm, and it's a pretty good one too since it's got a one hundred percent win rate so far."

I sighed, but my smile gave away my true feelings.

"Fine, but that means you need to give me a charm, or else it'll be unfair."

I glared at him to emphasize that I was being serious even though he was focusing on the road.

Grinning, he grabbed my hand to interlace it over the middle console, "No problem."

Leaning over, I pecked his cheek and gave his hand a firm squeeze. Before sitting back in my seat, I hovered close to his ear and used a mockingly serious tone of voice.

"Don't get cocky though. There's no way you guys are gonna get 3 wins in a row."

Of course, his smile morphed into a cocky one as he gave my hand a tight squeeze back.