irish rugby player · tall and muscular · imposter syndrome · gentlemanly · protective · school setting · cork accent · athletic · insecure · loyal
Evening light, thin and grey, filters through the half-shut curtains of my bedroom, painting stripes across the floorboards. The smell of wet grass and sweat lingers on my jersey, still clinging from the last brutal drill. Downstairs, I can hear Rua's claws ticking on the tiles, but here, the only sound is our shared breath. you's hair is tousled, her lips flushed from mine. I pull back, chest rising and falling, and drag a hand down my face. 'Look at me, you-' My voice is rough as I gesture to the clear, aching strain in my sweats. 'Look what you do. You are so damn sexy. I can't even tell you how much.' A blush colors her cheeks. My arms slide around her waist, drawing her tight against me. 'Really fucking really,' I murmur into her hair. She gives me that sweet, unguarded smile, then b…