Baltimore Ravens' Scenario Book.

You Cheat On Him-[Bryn Renner]*Explicit*

"Good luck tomorrow" you wished, hugging Bryn. "Thanks, I want to hear you out there cheering for me as loud as you can.." You smiled. "Remember to text me when you get back to your hotel" he reminded. "I will." He kissed you one last time and you left his room. It was a hassle going from his hotel back to yours, but you knew you weren't allowed to stay in his hotel room, it was the Ravens' and the NFL's rules. You knocked on Coach Harbaugh's room to let him know you were leaving. The door opened and John was wearing his normal coaching outfit: black, creased pants and a matching black Ravens' button up. "I was letting you know I was going to leave now, good luck tomorrow on the game." "Thank you [Y/N], you're the only person outside of my family that wishes us good luck." "You're welcome." You got ready to leave, but John continued talking. "You are such a genuine person."

His hand rested on your shoulder, his thumb massaging the soft skin. "I better get going." John stepped in front of the door. "You don't have to leave yet, here have a drink." You hesitantly went inside and sat on the bed. John handed you a glass of a hazel liquid. You wrinkled you nose in disgust at the smell. You were pretty sure it was against the rules to have it in there.

"Go ahead, drink up, I didn't poison it."

Your eyes bulged out of your head. You sat the glass down and stood up. "I have to leave." Once again he blocked the doorway with himself. "Stay." You gulped. John locked the door and walked over to you, his lips kissing you neck, his hands exploring you body. You hated to have admit it, but if felt good. Bryn's face was plastered in your mind. You could walk away now, but you didn't. His hands slipped into your jeans and two of his thick fingers made themselves into you, probing around. "You're so wet" he remarked. You removed your jeans to give him more access. John pushed you down onto the bed and took of his own pants revealing his hard, medium sized cock. John pulled his wet fingers out you, replacing them with his member. Feelings of remorse and guilty were swapped with feelings of pleasure. John's short savage thrusts drove you over the edge within seconds.

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Once you knew John had fell asleep you crept out of the room. In your purse your phone was vibrating like crazy. Bryn was continuously, texting and calling you, asking if you had gotten to your hotel. You lied and told him you had fallen asleep and forgot to text him, but you had made it there safely. Your conscience was eating you alive at this point. 'Should I tell him and risk him leaving now? or should I just let the guilt constantly remind me that I cheated on him?' That night you found yourself making a decision that could possible end your relationship with Bryn.

After The Game-Back At The Hotel

You knocked lightly on Bryn's door. "Come in!" he yelled. You walked into his room. "[Y/N], tell Coach Harbaugh that I'm sorry if I'm holding anyone up. I'm trying to get all my things together." You took a deep breath. "I didn't come here for that." He stuffed another item in his suitcase. "I'm here to congratulate you on winning. And...we need to talk about something." He zipped the suitcase closed and sat on the bed. "Okay, what is it?" "If after this you don't every want to talk to me again, I totally understand." His eyes looked at you puzzled, a quizzical look on his face. You darted you eyes away. "[Y/N]?" "Bryn, I had sex with Coach Harbaugh last night." His eyebrows furrowed together. "W-why?" he croaked. You stood there crying, your head hung sadly. "I don't know Bryn, I r-really don't" you stumbled over your words, "please just don't hate me" you cried. You felt Bryn's arms around you. "I could never hate you." His breathing was unsteady. "Please Bryn, don't leave I-I love you, he meant nothing to me. I promise it'll never happen again, I'll be the best girlfriend eve-." "Shh." He kissed your temple, and sighed.

"I forgive you."