NFL Players × Reader

Davante Adams / Male Reader

"Don't be too proud to admit that you need me" ~ Tinashe, Feelings

Davante

"Good shit today man you almost beat me!"

"You always say that shit, but next time I'mma beat you Tae."

He vows, clutching onto his golf putt.

Yeah, okay..

"My dude you always be saying that too."

I point out his consistent rebudle, while placing my putts and golf balls in my red bag.

Once I've accomplished that, I sling the carrier over my shoulder.

"Finally done?"

"Aye man, I just like to keep mai stuff organized."

"Kay then Tae, can we get going?"

"Yeah, I ain't tryna slow you down."

I tell him, during our walk to my vehicle.

"You got somewhere to be?"

"Not really, I'm just busting your ass."

That's usually my job, bad choice of words.

But, he does give me an idea though.

"You wanna come in for a drink before I drop you off?"

"Sure, I can swing by."

He agrees as I unlock my car doors with a click of a button.

Perfect opportunity~

20 minutes later

I'm pulling up to the driveway of my Las Vegas home and placing my newest addition to my car collection in park.

"Is your wife not home?"

"She's not, she took the kids to go see they grandma."

"Oh okay, it's nice for them to have those bonds with your guy's parents."

"Mhm, they wonderful people."

I nod, unbuckling my seat belt and stepping out the vehicle, we both seem to shut our doors at the same time and I tap my keypad to lock it.

We tread to my doorstep silently and I undo all the locks on my door so we can get inside.

I allow my guest to step in first, before relocking my place and joining him from behind.

I wrap an arm around his waist, dragging him into me.

"So where's the booze?"

"You already know where they at."

I claim, strolling with him, still with my hand on him.

I only slip out of his grip to open my alcohol cabinet.

"Fireball still yo favorite?"

"Never changes."

I snag the already opened bottle and set it down on the kitchen counter, allowing him to decide his portion size.

"Thanks Tae."

"Mhm."

He selects his glass and pours it halfway, I commit the same actions even down to the cup size.

We gulp up our shot in a calm silence and once I'm done, I decide to make my intentions clear.

I reset my hand on his waistline and finger at it.

"So it's just you and I again.."

"You wanna run it back?"

"Tae, are you fucking serious?!"