⚠️18+ CONTENT MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️ THIS IS REAL PERSON FICTION
Here will be all of my Bad Omens One Shots. Sorry for reorganizing this! I didn't know I would continue to write one-shots, but I have been enjoying them so far and have been...
CW: 18+ MNDI, Coach/athlete au, coach athlete sexual relationship [all parties regardless of being fiction are of legal age of consent]
The story includes: oral (male receiving), vaginal fingering, p in v sex, mentions of contraceptives.💜
This is real person fiction; Fiction based on real people in fictitious situations.
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It's your third lap around the track and you see him talking with your coach on the sidelines. Coach Davis is back for his third week of observation. Whatever that means. He hasn't said a single word to you or the other players. You barely remember his voice since he only whispers from the sidelines at your coach and has only addressed the team to introduce himself on the first day. Not even a "congratulations" when we won our last game last week.
Nothing.
You huff as you pass the pair slowing your pace just enough to roll your eyes at Coach Davis in his stupid sunglasses, boring varsity hoodie-from a rival college no less, and his fucking lame ass dad baseball cap.
"You're going to regret that." Suddenly the air expels from your lungs, leaving you wheezing and coughing. Easing your pace to a steady jog, you gather your breath as you close the distance between you and your best friend Kate.
"You ok? I saw you having a fit over there after you passed Coach Davis." This time you fake a coughing fit to cover up the burning in your cheeks and the strange feeling in your stomach as his name rolls around in your brain like a terrible game of racquetball.
"Yeah, fine," you say between forced coughs before ending your charade by clearing your throat and then spitting into the grass field beside you.
"Yeah, ok whatever you say," your best friend rolls her eyes as you grin back at her. Just then, Coach Chris blows his whistle and you and Kate pick up the pace, joining the team at the benches. Folding your arms to match him, you narrow your eyes at the to-be-assistant coach.
"Coach Davis will be leading practice today as I have a club meeting right now. He will take good care of you, I have faith in him. Remember we have an away game Saturday morning, be at the field at 7 am for warm up before we commute."
"Yes Coach," we all respond in unison. Coach Chris nods at you knowingly, the captain of the team, before sauntering off the track.
"We are going to do things a little differently today," his voice is low and soft as he scans over the team but you can feel his intense gaze land on yours through his tinted sunglasses. He speaks straight into your soul "You all have great potential, I want to see it. I want to feel it!"
Your heart jumps into your throat as you wait for what comes next. Coach Davis drags the whistle from around his neck to press against his plump lips. Instantly, your mouth goes dry, and something strange stirs in your belly as you stare just a moment longer. You don't hear the tinging of the whistle, lost in thought about what his lips would feel like pressed against yours.
