After a sweaty, humid Friday night match between the Swans and the Crows, Buddy Franklin decides to indulge in a fantasy his lover Ryan admitted to him.
And it just so happens to involve an unsuspecting Rory Sloane.
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Note - This came to me after getting particularly turned on watching an insanely humid game in early 2019. Also, the formatting for this one sucked and wouldn't work for me. So sorry about the paragraphing issues.
Warnings - Dubious Consent, Sexual Experimentation, Dom!Buddy, Sub!Ryan, Sub!Rory, Sweat, Scents & Smells, Armpit Kink, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Gay Sex, Riding, Large Cock, Barebacking, Facials, Ass Juices, Nipple Play, Kissing, Threesome, Finger Sucking, Exhibitionism, Felching, Public Sex
Disclaimer - This is obviously 100% fictional, only based on real people and nothing to do with their real lives or sexuality.
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.