So Cute I Put Him In My Pocket

so cute i put him in my pocket

the pout i am DYING

Bone-Tired

Jannik Sinner x Reader Steamy, super-brief blurb where Jannik is down bad... And by that, I mean horned up and so tired... So... Warnings include... smut, as in dryhumping, (Bone-tired = Bone tired = Bone whilst tired)

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Jannik was exhausted. You could see it the second he stepped through the door, his shoulders slumped, his hair damp from a shower he probably took in the locker room. His bag hit the floor with a dull thud, but his eyes were locked onto you.

"Long day?" you asked, pushing up to sit from where you had been laying on the couch, but before you could stand to greet him, he was already in front of you. His hands came down to cup your face and he planted a sweet, ghost of a kiss on your forehead before guiding you back to lay down once more.

"Missed you." He all but collapsed on top of you and nudged his face into your neck, his voice a rough and low murmur.

"Missed you too, Jan.” You smiled, brushing your fingers through his hair. “You look dead on your feet—The team really put you to work today, huh?"

Jannik only hummed in response, and just laid against you for a second. You chuckled at his state, freeing a hand to gently smooth up and down the expanse of his back. At the contact, he stirred a bit, lifting off you just enough to tilt his head down and press his lips against yours.

It was slow at first, like he was savoring the warmth of your mouth, but then his hands tightened on your waist, his fingers pressing into your skin, and the kiss deepened, turned desperate. His body sagged slightly against you, his weight pressing you deep into the cushions as he exhaled shakily.

You let him escalate to where he needed to be—matching the urgency with equal want, your hands slipped under his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin, the tension coiled in his muscles. He groaned into your mouth when you scratched your nails lightly down his back, his hips pressing forward instinctively, grinding against you.

You gasped, gripping his shoulders as the friction sent a jolt of pleasure through you. "Jannik."

"Don’t have energy but—" he panted, swearing a little as he pressed his forehead against yours, his breath ragged. "—need you."

His hands slid down to your hips, gripping firmly as he rocked against you again, still fully clothed, the heat and pressure of it making him shudder. His body was pliant, muscles loose with exhaustion, but his desperation only added to the heat, the way he was letting himself melt into you.

"Yeah?" you murmured, moving with him, teasing. "Like this?"

“Don’t—” He whimpered—actually whimpered—as he buried his face against your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “I can’t—"

But he bucked into you, and so you rolled your hips again, pressing closer, feeling the hard outline of him against you. He choked out a moan, his fingers flexing against your waist, his body tensing as he lost control little by little.

His breath came in uneven gasps, each slow thrust against you making him unravel further. His hands gripped the fabric of your shirt like he needed something to hold onto, his moans muffled against your shoulder as his rhythm against yours turned erratic.

"Fuck," he gritted out, his voice breaking as he rocked against you again, the friction pushing him closer and closer to the edge. "I’m—"

His entire body trembled as he came, still fully dressed, his breath stuttering, his grip on you tightening like you were the only thing keeping him conscious. He moaned your name, muffled against your skin, the sound wrecked, desperate, as he gave into you completely.

For a long moment, he just stayed there, his weight pressing back against you, his body warm and shaking slightly as he came down. His fingers twitched against your sides, his breath still shallow as he tried to collect himself.

Then he let out a breathless, embarrassed chuckle, pulling back to look at you, his cheeks flushed, eyes heavy-lidded with exhaustion. "That was—fuck… Sorry…"

“No. Are you kidding?” You grinned, brushing a stray curl off his forehead. "That was really hot."

Jannik groaned, burying his face in your neck again. "You’re never letting me live this down, are you?"

"Not a chance."

He laughed against your skin, pressing a lingering kiss to your collarbone before murmuring, "Give me a few minutes. Then I want you properly."

And from the way he looked at you, you knew he meant it.

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Wanted to get something out to get be back in the groove, and came up with this... I love a little desperate, I-came-in-my-pants moment. Finishes fast, I know. The fic and Jannik, yes So hot.

What's not hot? My schedule. Literally so swamped. Also? Went on a date with this guy who I see play tennis often on the courts near me and, uh, I was hopeful because tennis, and it did not live up... Bizarre weekend, but, trying to salvage loose ends.

Speaking of, planning to get In Sync Part 2 out in the next couple of days. Like, for real this time. Literally totally lost the plot, so I'm rewriting the ending tbh. Stay tuned for that... xx

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