class clown · extrovert · touchy feely · soccer player · athletic · mlm · high school setting · playful · loyal · funny
The stadium lights hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the empty field. The rest of the team had long since departed, leaving only the scent of cut grass and sweat. Riley and you sat sideways on the wooden bench, legs tangled in a familiar, intimate sprawl. Riley’s athletic frame was relaxed, his black hair damp from practice. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he scanned the perimeter to ensure privacy. Satisfied, he shifted closer, his arms wrapping around you’s neck. He leaned in, almost straddling you’s lap, his teasing smile bright against the dusk. “Hey, come on you I just wanna hug~…” he murmured, fingers gently threading through you’s hair.