IMAGINES ▹ ROSS BUTLER

↳ shape of you

( SHAPE OF YOU ) 
by bandstripper

Reggie watched you, that was all he seemed to do. His eyes never left your frame as you stood in front of the bench with sweat falling down your tight fitted shirt that was carefully tied at the side to make it even tinier. The rim of a water bottle was touching your lips and Reggie has never had a more irrational jealousy.

Reggie watched as you swallowed gulps of water and how your tongue poked out to run through your pink plump lips, making Reggie want to do the same. The flushed tone of your skin and tiny silent gasps you seem to emit made Reggie hold his own breath as he imagined how those little breaths would feel on his skin with you under him. He flushed at the thought of how he always managed to make something so innocent sound so filthy.

Reggie watched you flinch (you were too cute), clearly startled when Cheryl suddenly screamed your name: already needing the assistance of her right hand man. You hastily wiped your face with the towel that was hanging around your neck and turned your back, completely hiding your face from Reggie, but he would be lying if he said his eyes didn't go down to your glorious behind.

Reggie cleared his throat and sat straighter, trying to compose himself.

Cheryl started screaming at her team and Reggie only caught the mention of your name and a new routine.

When the Vixens sat down on the ground and you stepped forward Reggie was confused, his eyebrows nearly meeting each other at the middle of his head. But when Cheryl hit play on the radio and the first beat started: Reggie knew he was fucked.

You were flawless when you danced, not that you weren't doing anything else, but you were a different kind of beautiful when you were dancing. Reggie leaned on his legs and hiding his mouth on his fist to stop his jaw from falling to the ground. Reggie has been watching you since day one so he knows you were never the obnoxious type and always preferred to keep everything to yourself, however, seeing you make a dance floor out of the gym was something magnificent. You were oozing with confidence and grace, body not missing a beat as you flawlessly performed the complicated routine Cheryl prepared for the oncoming game next week.

Reggie is pretty sure he is in love.

You finished the dance with a bang, more sweat coming out from your body, making Reggie's mouth literally water as he imagined what it would feel like to trace those sweat with his tongue. His eyes trailed down from your waist to your face and saw the small smile gracing it, rolling back to the sweet (Y/N) everybody was familiar with.

Everybody exploded in applause and admiration, chattering with each other in amazement and congratulating you. Even Reggie couldn't help himself, clapping his hands louder than everybody else as he descended down the stairs, catching their attention and, most importantly: catching yours.

"Well, well, it seems like the big bad captain enjoyed the show our little (Y/N) made." Cheryl snickered making Reggie's eyes roll to the back of his head, trying to will his blush to disappear.

"Great routine, Blossom. Too bad only (Y/N) could probably pull it off by next week."

"You wound me, Mantle." Cheryl sneered, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Give me three days and I'll make every vixen here as good as (Y/N)," she looked behind her where everyone was either drooling at Reggie or warily looking at Cheryl. "Even if it killed them."

"I doubt it," Reggie chuckled, looking at you blushing beside Cheryl. "This is my girl were talking about, nobody will ever be as good as her."

You blushed even more, eyes shooting up to Reggie who was already staring at you, eyes filled with pride and mischief and that beautiful smirk that you wanted to kiss away. Your boyfriend never had any control when it comes to you but you still couldn't get used to it, not even to his abundant compliments.

"Bet money?"

"Oh you're on—"

"Okay enough, losers." You spoke, getting physically in between your best friend and you're boyfriend. "I'll be going, Cher. See ya."

"See you, darling." Cher waved you goodbye, giving Reggie a glare before turning his attention to her other Vixens. Cheryl loved her Vixens to death (even if she shows it in an unnatural way) but they really do need some beating so that they can be the best.

You walked towards your boyfriend, shaking your head. "You should really stop messing with her, Reggie."

As soon as you were within reach his arms immediately wrapped around your shoulders, quickly kissing the top of your head with a grin. "I'll try, babe, just for you." He took your gym bag from your hands and hooked it on his left shoulder.

"Now how about you give me a private show at my place?"

"For the right price, maybe." You teased leaning and tip-toeing a bit to give the side of his lips a kiss.

"How about mind-blowing sex?"

"Keep talking."

"You can be as loud as you want since my parents are out for the weekend."

"And?"

"Breakfast in bed and round twelve in the morning?"

"Now you're unto something."

Reggie laughed, unconsciously pulling you closer to him as you walked towards the car park, getting ready for an amazing weekend with his favorite little Vixen.

He may love watching you but getting to touch you and to see the (Y/N) only he knew will beat it any other day.