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another ethan imagine oops.

how often do you think he masturbates? damn I wonder what he looks like doing it.

"The Seahawks are gonna beat the Giants ass, just wait" you shout, due to how loud the stadium is, smirking over at ethan who sits next to you, glaring at the drunk guy behind you trying to get his wife to go buy him another drink.(Seahawks fans where you at?¿)

"you wish babygirl." he challenges looking back at the field. there's a minute and fifty two seconds left on the clock, the Giants are up by 4 and the Seahawks have the ball at their own 25 yard line from the touchback. the play clock runs down to the two before the ball is snapped into Russell's hands (Russell is my homie). he steps back into the pocket, searching down field for a receiver. down by the Giants 35 yard line, Doug Baldwin is wide open. Russell throws the ball towards him, and Doug catches it, marching into the end zone. you jump up and down with excitement, along with the rest of the stadium. Seahawks did have homefield advantage. (loudest stadium in the NFL, suck it) you look over to Ethan to see him pouting, his bottom lip sticking out.

"told you"

"the games not over yet" he snaps, crossing his arms over his chest.

you roll your eyes and look downfield, the kicker setting up for the extra point. he makes it through and you smile, clapping your hands together.

seconds later the Giants offense is back on the field, trying to move the ball as fast as possible. the ball is snapped and Eli Manning steps back, throwing towards a receiver, but it never gets to him, because Richard Sherman was already there, intercepting it.

you squeal out of excitement, smiling over at Ethan. he was pissed. you two had made a bet that if the Giants won, you would have to give him a blowjob. although you would've given him one anyway.

"suck it Dolan" you smirk, sauntering out of the aisle, and waking up the concrete steps. Ethan catches up to you, grabbing your wrist and spinning you around.

"they probably cheated" he said.

you scoff,"you're a sore loser" you shake your head at him but then lean in to give him a kiss.

"go hawks" you mutter against his lips, and he groans, but kisses back.

"if this happens every time the Seahawks win, then they should keep winning" Ethan says, slapping your ass.

"Ethan! we're in public!" you scold him, your cheeks turning red

"so I can't let people know what's mine?" he smirks, you turn back around, your hands intertwined and go back home to celebrate victory.

ethans victory was your pussy.

idk what the ending was.

sorry if this confused and sucked shit but my fingers are being slow because they're cold and starting to hurt.

if anyone else loves football hmu so I can talk to you about that game last night.

alyssa🍩🍩🍩