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jaysonsfavwhore · 2 years

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the favorite [2] - jayson tatum

♪ break from toronto ~ partynextdoor

description: every teacher has their favorite student, and sometimes, a favorite parent. in which jayson falls inlove with deuce’s teacher

warnings: none

word count: 1.7k +

Your interactions with Jayson consisted of the hello’s and goodbye’s exchanged when he would pick up Deuce. It wasn’t really awkward, but pretending like the two of you didn’t kiss.

You wondered why he was acting weird, after all, he seemed just fine that day, after you kissed you chilled for a couple more minutes before he dropped you off back home. You waited for him to text you that night but he never did, so you figured he was tired.

But almost a week had passed by and you were fed up with only sending him small waves. You wanted to talk to him more, and hang with him and Deuce more.

Knowing you, you weren’t capable of making the first move, but if you wanted to talk to him, it was time to put on your big girl pants and fuck it.

You knew he had a game tonight, you’ve been secretly keeping up with his games and stuff, not in a stalker way, you were genuinely curious.

You sat with Deuce at dismissal time because he was five minutes late picking him up, so you decided to text him and let him know.

He told you that he wasn’t feeling well, so you being the nice person you are, offered to bring Deuce home. You weren’t complaining, this gave you a chance to hopefully have a conversation with him.

“Come on Deuce, your dad isn’t feeling good so I’ll take you home, yeah?” he nodded his head in response, you wondered if he was feeling sick too, he was looking a little more tired than usual.

Even though JT was stressing you out, you made sure to take care of him and Deuce, you figured out he had a cold, and Deuce wasn’t so far behind, the minute you arrived at their house, he complained about his throat hurting.

“Thank you for taking care of us, of me,” Jayson said from the couch, you were in the kitchen making them some soup since it's what you would make yourself when you felt sick, which wasn’t so often. He was laying on the couch, watching some episodes of Criminal Minds, which you didn’t take him as the Criminal Minds type, while Deuce was laying on the other couch watching something on his Ipad.

“It’s no problem, I don’t want both of you guys to sick,” you turned on the stove and walked over to the living room. Thankfully it was Friday so you didn’t have to worry about going back home so late.

“Listen, I know you were probably wondering why I never texted you or anything, it’s just-,” He started to talk before you cut him off.

“-Hey, it’s okay. You truly don’t have to explain yourself,” You obviously wanted an explanation, but you felt as if the only reason he was doing this was because you were there.

“No, I do. I can’t just make out with you and basically ghost you,” you slightly smiled at the mention of your makeout session. God, was he a good kisser.

“Right,” you nodded your head, not really sure of what to say.

“Not saying, that you’re like the others, like at all, but you obviously know the reason why most girls try to get close, which I don’t really care for at all, it’s Deuce,” You could already tell where this was going, which you weren’t mad about, he was a dad worried about his kid, “I don’t want to keep bringing girls around and then they’re not the one and Deuce gets attached you know?”

“I understand, Deuce is the most important thing to you, and you just wanna protect him,” you leaned back on the love chair that was next to the couch he was at, you took a sip of the coffee you made yourself, you needed the extra caffeine boost.

“See, at least you get it. My relationships don’t work because they don't understand that Deuce is and will always be my first priority,”

“I mean he is your kid, and they have to accept that. You can’t just get rid of him,” you shrewd your shoulders.

“Exactly, and it’s not that I let him control my love life, but I’m not going to have someone around him who isn’t the best person for him to be around,”

“Yeah, plus who wouldn’t like Deuce?”

“You’d be surprised, most girls don’t like having him around,” he shook his head, lowering the volume on the TV.

“They’re crazy, absolutely crazy,” you muttered before getting back up to check on the soup.

“Personally, I think that these girls,” you walked back with two bowls of soup in your hand, handing on to Jayson, and sitting down next to Deuce, “Are fucking stupid,”

“I put a little ice cube in it so it cools down a little okay?” You told Deuce before stirring the soup with your spoon and giving him some, “Is it too hot?”

“How are you so good with kids?” You were so focused on Deuce, that you didn’t notice Jayson staring at you the whole time.

“I don’t know, I’ve always liked kids and being around them. I used to babysit a lot too,” he nodded his head as you spoke, which was nice, it meant he was listening.

“So is there something you can’t do?”

“Whatchu mean?” you asked, clearly confused.

“You can cook, you’re good with kids, you’re fun to be around, you’re funny, and a good kisser,” He said making you blush.

“Oh please, stop hyping me up,” You shook your head as you walked back to the kitchen, now that Deuce was done, you could eat some too.

“If me being honest is hyping you up, then oh well,” he said making you laugh.

“You should be like Deuce and get some rest,” You said as you looked at Deuce, knocked out on the couch.

“Y/N, I’ve been sleeping all day, I’m fine,” he shook his head, “Plus, I’m not just gonna fall asleep and leave you alone, that’s rude,”

“It’s not rude Jayson, you’re sick, and don’t you have a game soon?”

“Yeah on Tuesday, so I’m hoping this is just a one or two-day thing. I don’t got time for this shit,”

You spent the rest of the day talking, he told you all sorts of different things, about Deuce’s mom, and his basketball careers, and other stuff.

“I’m gonna go put Deuce in bed, I’ll be back,” he said getting up before you stopped him.

“No, it’s fine, you rest. I need you to be better before this game, yeah?”

You carefully woke Deuce up so he could take a shower and then go to bed.

He walked you towards the bathroom since you didn’t know where anything was, “Deuce baby, we need to find you some clothes first,”

His room was huge, most definitely the size of your entire apartment. After you helped Deuce shower and put him to bed you walked back to the living room.

“If I kiss you will you get sick?” he asked making you laugh.

“I don’t know. Maybe? I don’t know,” you shrugged your shoulders, ready to sit back down where you were before he pulled you on top of him. His hands were on your waist, and due to your shirt rising up a little, his cold hands touching your skin made goosebumps rise throughout your skin.

“Stop what if I get sick?” you said dodging a kiss.

“Then I’ll take care of you,” he said before trying to kiss you again, only for you to turn your head.

“I have to work, Jayson,” you rolled your eyes.

“Then call out. Your entitled to have sick time,”

“Why are you like this?” You laughed when he was still trying to kiss you, you were gonna let him eventually, but it was cute seeing him try.

“Because I am, now stop playing,”

“Me? Playing? Ne-” he shut you up, lips against yours, your hands around his neck, while his were still on your waist, he finally shut you up.

“Now I’m gonna get sick Jayson,” you rolled your eyes as you pulled back, the taste of his chapstick lingering in your mouth. The secret to his soft, plump lips was applying chapstick every ten seconds, you figured it was a habit he had.

“I dont care, I’ll take care of you,” he laid down on the couch, wrapping his arms tightly around your lower back, pulling you down with him.

Your head was laying on his chest and he made sure to tangle your legs together so you couldn’t go anywhere.

“I care,”

“I’m tired, shut up and take a nap with me,” he shushed you.

You were gonna talk back, since when you told him to sleep he exclaimed that he wasn’t tired, but the idea of a nap wasn’t bad, so you did as told.

You woke up in an unfamiliar but comfortable bed, the feeling of the bed moving is what fully woke you up, “You move too damm much,” you rolled your eyes, sitting up against the headboard.

“And you snore loud as fuck, but a nigga wasn’t complaining,” he said throwing a pillow at you.

“Nigga throw something at me again and I swear to God Tatum, I will-“

“-Will what? I’ll beat you up, with your short ass,” he rolled his eyes before throwing another pillow at you.

“Don’t try me. I bite,” you glared at him before getting up and off the bed. His room was huge, but that was expected, especially after you saw how big Deuce’s room was.

“You bite? Kinkyyyy,”

“Not like that you nasty bitch,” he got on your nerves, but a good type of getting on your nerves.

“I bite, I’m nasty, I like them nasty,”

“Do you really?” You asked, your hand was on your hip, on you raised your brow, something you did when you questioned people, but it was out of habit and you never noticed.

“Yup, too bad you’ll never find out,”

“Damm, that’s crazy. You’re really gonna dub me like that after I took care of you? Niggas ain't shit man,” you playfully said before you tried to walk away, but he stopped you again, throwing you on the bed and climbing on top of you.

“Who’s niggas Y/N? I’ll show you right now, what a real man is, stop playing with me,”

“You won't,”

a little short one bcs next chapter is longggg, and i wanna put some out while yall wait for that. im also still working on a melo story too ;)

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swiftsmlb · 2 months

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dating jayson tatum includes.

jayson tatum x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of sex.

authors note: hi. jayson tatum imagine here! hope you all like it. my first nba imagine on here! requests are open!

the both of you met after a game, after he accidentally fell on you during the game

he NEEDED to make sure you were alright. and you were. thankfully!

jayson asking you to dinner as an apology

things took off from there

you both became inseparable

jayson is such a gentleman. treats you so right

jayson teasing you about how short you are

cuddles 24/7

jayson being the big spoon all the time

he loves it when you run your fingers through his hair

jayson loves everything about you

tells you how beautiful are, every damn day

now… if we are being honest: jayson is the jealous type

he gets possessive easily. but not in a toxic way

he just loves you and hates lingering eyes on what’s his

facetime calls when he’s away

post-game sex.

make up sex

shower sex!

jayson loves to praise you. even if it isn’t during sex

helping him when he’s sore

late-night car rides !

getting matching tattoos with one another

jayson giving you nicknames “ darling” and “ angel”

going to every home game

wearing his jersey, always

supporting one another always

baking together! he loves to help - even though he sucks at it!

being there for him through the toughest losses

and being there for the huge wins

being loyal to one another

your his angel. it was like fate when he fell on you that night

#jayson tatum #jayson tatum imagine #jayson tatum x reader #nba #nba imagine #nba imagines #nba fan fic #jayson #celtics

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hiphop-rap-and-basketball · 1 year

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Tattoo • Jayson Tatum

Pairing: Jayson Tatum and Tattoo Artist Reader

Word Count: 2,290

Summary: Tattoo artist reader finally gets the chance to have her first big name client in her chair, Boston Celtics star Jayson Tatum.

A/N: Think of this as tension but like good tension, lol . Also, I swore I had posted this. But I didn’t realize I didn’t finish it but I was so close to having it done! What a treat to have something to post for now☺️☺️ plus I wrote it over a year ago so ages might have changed but oh well. Undecided on how many parts quite yet, just hope you enjoy for now ❤️

• • •

You had a lot of clients these days in the shop you worked at now. As the word got around that you were one of the up and coming new and talented artists, you gained more and more clientele as time went on. But there was one client who you just could not wait to see at the shop again. But this time around, you had hoped he would sit in your chair for his next appointment.

It was 11am now. Today when you opened up shop by yourself, you had to sweep and sanitize surfaces. Once you finished, you sat and waited for your first client to walk in.

You heard the familiar ring of the swinging door and you looked up, feeling pleased it was exactly who you wanted it to be.

“Hello,” you greeted him cheerfully as he walked through the door, all alone. You studied his outfit for a moment. It was casual and comfy. You wondered what he had planned on getting done today.

“Hello… Is Steve in today?” He asked, looking down at the glass table that displayed and array of different jewelry in between the two of you before looking up again.

“Oh- um no, not yet. Not until 1… how can I help you?” You asked, trying to resist the urge to sound eager.

“Ohhh, okay I’ll just come back then,” he stated. He was very soft spoken.

“You sure? Did you want to just book a consultation with him in the meantime?” You asked him while turning the front desk computer on to pull up the scheduling system. “He might have something booked at the time he comes in, I’ll have to check.”

“Ahhh-well I’m looking for a certain type of piece to be drawn up…” he began as he started pulling out his phone. You watched him as he focused on scrolling through his phone with his lip pulled between his teeth and eyebrows scrunched.

“This picture but… I want it to say ‘like father, like son,’ underneath.”

You held his phone and scanned the photo for a moment.

“That’s sweet,” you replied, “did you want to just sent it over to the store email?”

“Sure,” he nodded.

“You need it?” You asked him.

“Nah, I still got it,” he stated, keeping his eyes locked on his phone.

When he sent it and you pulled it up, you admired the photo.

“That’s my son,” he stated proudly.

“That’s so sweet,” you grinned, admiring the photo. You gave him a price estimate and he shrugged and agreed to it.

“Will you be doing it then?” He asked you softly and you smiled at how sweet he seemed.

“Depends… Do you trust me?” You asked while looking up at him. Your tone came out more flirty than you intended. You almost missed his small eyebrow raise.

“I mean- if you got the job here I’d hope you have some skill,” he responded and you weren’t sure if you should be offended or not. You crossed your arms and listened to him as he continued.

“It’s just the placement… I didn’t want to make a woman uncomfortable… I wanted it right here,” he stated, patting on his thigh.

“I’ve unfortunately tattooed penis’s before… so at this point I don’t think it can get worse than that,” you shrugged and he chuckled softly, shaking his head.

“If it’s cool with you,” he shrugged. “I’m Jayson by the way.”

“Y/N,” you responded nonchalantly. “And hey- it’s my job and it’s on your body. Are you comfortable with it?” You asked him and he nodded.

“Okay, I’ll just get this drawn up then but before that, I’ll just need you to sign some papers.”

•••

He shook off his sweatpants and readjusted his shorts he had underneath before he sat down. You felt your throat get dry in response and caught yourself before you started staring for longer than you should.

When he sat back in the chair you remembered how you’d have to keep it professional. Reminding yourself that he was just another client. A really well-known individual who smelled amazing the closer you got to him. And clients should not make your heart beat and hands sweaty because it was your job to stay still and focused while you worked.

You watched yourself, avoiding any fumbling before he thought any worse of you.

You performed the usual procedure as you sanitized his skin and shaved the hair off the area. You focused on the spot avoiding eye contact with him at first until you relaxed. You were pleased at how calm he seemed and you looked forward to gaining his trust in the process.

You regained focus again, gathering together all your tattoo guns and ink included. You kept your cool and managed to get a conversation going with him.

“So what if I told you you were my first real person I’ve tattooed?” You asked him and he chuckled softly, shaking his head.

“I wouldn’t believe you, I was looking at some of your work in the front while you drew it up, You’re really talented,” he smiled and you quickly looked down before his smile became the next distraction you didn’t need right now.

“Well thank you… I could say the same to you,” you responded as you began filling the tattoo gun with ink.

“Plus, I think I’ve seen you in here before, you getting your reps in,” he responded and you couldn’t help but stop what you were doing to look up and smile at him for a moment. From this angle, he was looking down at you with his big brown eyes. His broad frame intimidating yet calm.

“Oh yeah? Well, I started a couple months ago. Have you always come to this shop?” You asked nonchalantly even though you hoped and prayed he would be back at some point.

“Yeah, since I started living here so, a couple years now,” he yawned. “Steve’s my guy.”

“Hmm,” you hummed in response as you continued inking up his legs, small grin on your lips. “Not for long.”

You were working your way down and needed to get closer to the side of his inner thigh. As you began to tattoo that spot, you noticed him shift in his seat a bit, gripping onto the chair more now.

“You okay?” You asked him.

“Yeah, yeah, might need a break at some point though,” he stated. “My legs are usually… sensitive.”

You smirked up at him. “Break already?”

“Ha-ha,” he replied teasingly. “It’s not an easy pain.”

“I understand. “You need anything right now?” You asked him, your flirtatious eyes were clear now, and he grinned slowly.

“I’m good, for now,” he replied, scanning your expression. “Thanks.”

You continued your work with a great deal of silence between the two of you. He remained focused on his phone and you remained focused on your piece.

“Steve might kill me for cheating on him…” he stated, breaking the silence after almost a half an hour.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him… for now,” you smirked, looking up at him.

“Well well well, how’d you get the apprentice to convince you to give you a tattoo?” You heard Steve’s voice ask.

“Ahhh what’s good Steve,” Jayson greeted him with a handshake.

“I’m just messing, she’s amazing that Miss. Y/N, but don’t go stealing all my clients now,” he said with a wink before walking off to the back.

Steve had been an incredible mentor and you were grateful for how much he had taught you.

Jayson gave him a friendly smile and it was quiet again between the two of you now as you made progress on his piece.

“So about that penis you tattooed before…” Jayson began and you quickly shot your head up at him at his curiosity.

“What’d they get tattoo on it? He finished.

“You won’t believe this but… they wanted a tiny dick on their dick,” you replied and he laughed.

“What the hell,” he laughed, bringing his palm to his forehead before running his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah, um-“

“Did it have to be- uh… stiff?” He asked and you couldn’t help but giggle at how curious yet uncomfortable he was.

“ It was on an off,” you replied quickly.

“My god- I’m so sorry,” he said while shaking his head.

“It’s okay,” you giggled. “I still love this job. Everyday is different. And when I get to do meaningful tattoos like this one- it means a lot.”

He smiled at you before licking his lips, eyebrow twitching at the pain of the needle.

You felt your throat dry at the sight as you swallowed before you spoke. “How old is your son?”

“He’s 5 now,” he replied.

“And how old are you?”

“24,” he replied.

“Ahh, me too!” You grinned, mentally slapping yourself for saying that.

“How’d you get to practice?” He asked.

“Lots of drawing… a lot of it.”

“Hmm,” he responded, keeping his eyes locked on the needles going in and out of his skin.

“What about you? What made you so good at basketball?”

“Same thing, practice,” he chuckled. “It was my dream to play since I was a kid.”

“That’s sweet, you should be proud of yourself,” you smiled, continuing to work your magic.

“I am,” he smiled confidently. “Wait- how’d you know that’s what I do?”

“Well um, your height was kind of a dead giveaway. Plus, I don’t live under a rock.”

“Damn,” he chuckled. “Okay miss.”

“Haha my fault, I didn’t mean to come off sassy. Is this your hometown?”

“No, I grew up in Missouri. What about you?”

“I’m from here, yeah,” you replied.

“You like it?” He asked.

The curiosity in his tone made you feel warm inside.

“It’s okay, but I love that with this job I really could go anywhere. So I can’t wait to get out of here.”

He chuckled in response, unable to give a good answer as his face scrunched in discomfort as you dragged the needles through his leg.

“You’re doing great,” you smiled up at him. The slight gleam in his eye increased by your encouragement.

“I’m going to have to get more in between your legs for your inner thigh…are you comfy with that?”

“Yeah that’s okay,” he replied quickly.

He spread his thighs out and you slowly admired his tan and lean long legs through your lashes and the way they looked in your chair. You felt your cheeks grow warm as you tried to regain focus on the tattoo. Yeah his leg was blistering red from the endless stabbing of the needle but he looked incredibly fit. You wondered what his body looked like under that fabric.

“So do you have a boyfriend?” He asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“W-what?” You asked, shutting off the needle to make sure you heard him correctly.

He chuckled nonchalantly, “I said do you have a boyfriend? I mean, it must be kinda tough tattooing other guys the way you said you do and him not being jealous,” he chuckled, scanning the look on your face as you loosened up.

“Oh- haha, right,” you nod. “No, I’m very much single.”

“Oh, I see,” he responded with a nod, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth in a thoughtful manner. “Sorry- that was kind of a personal question.”

“It’s fine,” you smiled sweetly. “Do you have a girlfriend? It must be hard for her watching you get all the attention from women,” you smirked to yourself without looking up from the ink, dabbing it and wiping it as you continued.

“No, I’m also very single. Pretty focused on the game right now and taking care of Deuce,” he replied calmly.

“Hmm, I have a hard time believing that,” you chuckled, standing up to stretch your limbs for a moment.

“Why’s that?” He questioned, smirk tugging at his lips and he crossed his arms. His golden skin almost glowing against the hoodie color he wore.

“There’s not a doubt in my mind there’s not a woman in your life right now,” you retort, taking a sip from your water.

You had always suspected that NBA players are exactly that as you’ve seen; players. From long conversations you’ve overheard at the shop of men talking about all the women they dated. He was definitely capping.

“Well, I’ve dated a couple of women, for sure. I’m not a perfect man. There’s women out there who want you for who you are or just want you for your money, a chance at fame. It’s an unfortunate circumstance to be in, especially in my position.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say unfortunate is the right word,” you replied and soon regret it. You don’t know what it’s like to be in his shoes and yet, here you are challenging him.

“Oh you think so?” He smiled playfully. “How would you describe it then?”

“Well, I guess I wouldn’t fully understand what it’s like to be in your shoes, but it must suck only being wanted for your money.”

“Yeah, well,” he exhales. “There’s only so much you can do. I can either keep searching or just wait for the right one to come along. When you’re basically defined by your financial status, everything is so different.”

You nod in agreement, unsure on how you got on a topic so deep.

“Well, you’re still young. There’s time,” is all you can say. How far do you push it with a guy you just met but no so much about already?

“Yeah,” he lets out a big sigh. “Not gonna lie I’m feeling a little nauseous.”

“Did you eat?” You giggled.

“Not enough,” he chuckled.

“Let’s take a break then,” you smiled.

•••

Lit lit. I loved this. Still figuring out where I want to go with it but I’m excited for this new beginning 😊😊

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bluewatersfairy · 2 years

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more than enough - j.t.

for the best experience, please listen to this song whilst reading 🤍🌌

synopsis: on vacation, reader helps jayson rest and relax

warnings: mature content, MINORS DNI! oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (don’t forget to wrap before you tap), shower sex. it’s lowkey tame compared to some other fics i’ve written lmao.

word count: 5.4k (so sorry)

•••

Quietly, you followed the cobblestone path around the side of your air b&b, wrapping your robe around your body just a little bit tighter. You appreciated the darkness, and were genuinely surprised and in awe of the view of the stars there was in this part of the world. The light pollution was so little, it almost made being surrounded by darkness comforting, like a childhood blanket. You wanted to bathe in the darkness, lay on the grass or the roof and stare at the sky to see just how many stars you cold see, but you didn’t want to do it alone. Plus, the half court at the back of the house had lights with far too much power and it did not seem like they were turning off anytime soon.

“You know,” you began as you walked through the entrance, your voice pulling Jayson’s attention away form the ball in his hands, “the point of a vacation is to rest and relax.” You leant against the fence, your arms crossed over your stomach to keep your robe closed.

“I am resting and relaxing,” he replied with a smile, his hands tossing the ball back and forth to one another, like a nervous habit, “this is relaxing to me.” He dribbled the ball twice before shooting it at the hoop, his eyes never leaving yours.

“It’s not exactly resting though,” you countered as he started to walk towards you, his hands behind his back. As he got closer, you could make out the droplets of sweat that covered his naked torso and dripped down his forehead. He did not look relaxed or rested at all.

Jayson’s lips pressed to the top of your head as he came to a stop in front of you. “I rest during the day and relax out here at night.”

You rolled your eyes and took a step back to move to find his phone to turn off his speaker. His eyes stayed glued to you as you moved, the feeling leaving an icy touch at the bottom of your spine. Instinctively, you pulled your shoulders back to combat the shiver, not wanting to distract his trance. You were able to stop his music and turn off his speaker before he protested in any type of way.

“Cmon now Ma, it’s just us two out here for miles, I’m not disturbing anybody.” His hands found your hips as he came up behind you, “let my finish this playlist and then I’ll be inside, I promise.”

Sweetly, Jayson placed a kiss on your jaw as one of his hands pushed you into him. It didn’t take much more than that to realise he was about to use his size against you, and he was making a grab for his phone and speaker.

“I would say you’re disturbing me.” you said as you dodged his hand again, carefully backing away from him and judging the situation. Jayson had a somewhat wicked look in his eyes, the playful type that could switch very easily.

“Let me make it up to you then,” he said as he lunged for you again. He barely missed you, almost managing to grab the tie of your robe to pull you in.

“You can make it up to me by coming inside,” you quipped as you made a jump for the gate. Unfortunately Jayson anticipated your moved and partially caught you mid-air, swinging you around as you squealed.

“Thank you.”

Victorious, he now held his phone and speaker. You could hear his smirk as he put you down. As you turned to face him again, your robe lost the little hold it had left and opened, exposing the black satin and lace babydoll you had on. In real time, you watched Jayson shut down, the ball he had at his feet being kicked to the side as he stepped towards you.

“Don’t,” you stopped him by grabbing his wrist, “you are not getting your sweat all over this. It is new. I will kill you.” You let go of his hand and he smiled lightly.

“Yes ma’am,” he said with his hands up in defense.

Jayson slid his tongue over his bottom lip and tilted his head to the right. His eyes followed the lace to the swell of your chest and down to your thick thighs. He cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his chest.

“You’re not very subtle,” you teased, “might be something to work on if you want me to come to more of your games.”

You started to walk around him, nudging the basketball gently towards the baseline. Jayson’s eyes followed, but he didn’t move from where he stood.

“Maybe I’ll second think that,” he mumbled as he finally turned to face you at the exit, “you might just be too distracting.”

“Clearly not that distracting,” you teased with your hands behind your back, “if I was, you would already be in the shower getting ready to fuck me, but alas,” you shrugged, “here you stand.”

Jayson raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips together. You bit back saying something more and turned to walk back around the side of the house and to your bedroom. You didn’t need to add anything extra to your walk, your babydoll and robe had given him enough to think about. Plus, you had told him what you wanted, it wouldn’t be long for him to follow you.

Back in your room, you picked up your book from the bedside table and laid out. You figured it wouldn’t be long until Jayson joined you, but you preferred doing something with your time. Time either passed quickly, or you were reading faster than usual because when the bedroom door reopened, you’d reached the climax of the chapter and things were starting to fall in line.

“Those lights are hot,” Jayson interrupted your concentration as he dropped his shirt on the bed. He shook his head when you made eye contact over the top of your book.

He made another comment about the lights and as important as you were sure it was, you weren’t really taking it in. Your eyes scanned over his shoulders and down his toned arms and over his torso. You swore he was wearing his sweats lower than before.

“You just gon’ stare or answer my question?” He snapped his fingers in front of him, bringing you back to reality.

“You look yummy, is it my fault?” you countered, placing your book back on the bedside table. He chuckled and you pulled yourself to your feet.

“See, I’m inside because of you so some could argue it is your fault.” He smirked as you came to stand in front of him.

Looking down at you, he fiddled with the drawstrings of his pants. He had a cocky demeanor, his smug grin as irritating as it was attractive. His pants dropped as you stepped closer to him again and he took your chin between his fingers.

“Would you like to join me in the shower?” he asked as he dipped his head closer to yours, his lips hovering over yours.

“Do you even need to ask?”

Jayson nodded his head and took a step back from your body. He traced the band of his briefs before pulling them down, knowing you were watching his every move. When his back turned so he could open the bathroom door, he tensed and flexed his back muscles. Though you focused your attention of his body, you tried your best not to roll your eyes at his cocky manner. You knew he thought he was top 5, he didn’t need to know that you see him the same way, just that he isn’t 5, 4, 3, or 2.

Alina Baraz’s soft voice filled the bathroom, something that had only ever been an invitation for you. You let your robe fall down your shoulders and tossed it lazily at the bed before sauntering towards the doorway. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the room’s mirror and you couldn’t help but take a second look. The soft curves of your figure filled out your baby doll beautifully, you looked angelic, sun-kissed and edible.

He’d dimmed the lights in the bathroom, giving the room more of a soothing nuance than the burning yellow lights typically offered. Jayson was already under the water and staring directly at you when you looked up at him. The shower was only separated from the rest of the bathroom by one sheet of glass. This meant that it was easy to slip in and out, and even easier to watch your lover if you pleased. Just as you were from the moment you stepped in, you barely paid attention to the unused towel that sat folded on the floor. Instead, you watched as the water pebbled over his hair and down his chest. He noticed, his chin jutting up as he bit back a smirk.

“I know I say it all the time,” he shrugged as his eyes scanned down your figure, “but God took his sweet time with you Ma.”

As if by instinct, you rolled your eyes and locked the door behind you.

His gaze burnt into your back and raised the hairs on your neck. Blind to his actions, you still knew where his attention laid, unwavering. You smoothed your hands over the satin material and tugged at the hem, suddenly very aware of how little it covered. He knocked down a towel or two on his way in and you knew that if you were to bend over, he’d be able to see all of you, something that never came without a flash of nerves. So you crouched instead and he let his disapproval be known.

“I’d much rather you voice your disapproving thoughts than make sounds about them,” you ran your tongue over your bottom lip as you turned to face him. Jayson hadn’t moved since you’d first walked in, it was his body language that gave him away. Someone else wanted a part of the conversations.

“Cmon now,” he taunted, “I’ve never complained before, why would I start now?”

You took another step towards him with your hands held behind your back. He licked his bottom lip as you took another step, his eyes tight on your thighs. They were hypnotic to him. Once he’d first touched them, he couldn’t seem to get enough. Always staring, always touching. If the opportunity presented itself, he’d rest his head in your lap, his fingers tracing up and down your thighs, his lips following suit. He paid extra attention to them when he was between them. Biting and sucking, kissing them as he played with your mental and told you secrets until your head was spinning.

“I like you in black,” he mumbled, half a world away. You lifted the hem ever so slightly, gripping the material at your waist. He sucked in a breath, his eyes slowly losing that innocent glimmer that had initially brought you in.

“Take it off,” Jayson breathed out. You’d stopped in your stride and watched as his head lowered ever so slightly. He looked you in the eye and waited for some type of response. You liked it like this, when you weren’t sure what his next move would be.

“Good boys use their manners.” It was your turn to taunt him and he raised his chin again. You smiled ever so slightly, you liked to challenge him. Where was the fun in compliance?

“Please,” he forced out, his head shaking side to side, “take it off.”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you examined him one last time. His chest was rising and falling at a slightly faster pace than usual and blood was clearly pulsing through him at a heightened speed. If it wasn’t evident through the redness in his forehead and cheeks, his hardened cock gave it all away.

“As you please,” you curtseyed before pulling the luscious material over your head. You tossed it to the basin and let Jayson drink in your body before you made your way to his beckoning embrace.

“You should dress in those things more often,” he mumbled against the top of your head as his hands wrapped around your waist. You tilted your head up and caught his eye before he gently pressed his lips to yours, “it makes watching you undress that much more interesting.”

You laughed as he smiled and pressed your hands into his chest, “here I was thinking watching me get undressed after work was the most interesting part of your day.” He grinned down at you and you raised to your tippy toes. You snaked your hands around his neck, feeling the hot water mix with the grit on the surface of his skin as you kissed him. You loved the sound your lips made when you were kissing. It made your heart sing, just like everything with Jayson did.

“Turn around,” you chuckled as you pulled away from him, “I’ll wash your back.”

He made an offhanded comment about cleanliness but you just rolled your eyes. While he washed his face and chest, you ran a cloth with lathered body wash over his tattooed back. You were gentle but made sure to get rid of the sweat that covered him, rinsing the wash before running your fingers up and down his back. He hummed as you did it, his head tilting back in ecstasy.

“Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so tall,” he paused as you pressed a kiss to his back, “I love it when you play all in my hair.” He was facing you again, his hands gripping at your waist.

“Baths baby,” you reminded him, running the trapped water over his shoulders, “we don’t always have to stand.”

Jayson opened his mouth like he was going to say something else, but instead, he lifted you and turned so you were under the stream of water. You gasped as the warm water hit you directly in the back and again when he pressed you to the side of the tiled wall.

“Thought you liked standing?” he suggested, his head lowered so his mouth was mere centimetres from your own. His voice had changed again, deeper, raspier, sexier.

Your fingernails danced on the sides of his torso, suddenly unsure where they should go. You could embrace him, pull his naked body on top of your own. Or, you could bring them up to his chest and neck and silently ask his mouth to cover yours. Every passing moment sent a direct pulse to your sex, burning and pooling, eager for his touch.

“Not such a talker now, are you?” he smirked at his taunt and moved even closer to you if that was possible. The hand that was on your waist reached for you right breast. His palm, slightly wet from the shower, pressed into your hardened nipple and he caressed it with the intention of seeing it move. The small gesture forced you to inhale sharply, your mouth jutting open a little more.

“Jayson,” you breathed out with your eyes searching for his, “I prefer it when you’re standing and I’m bent over.” He covered your mouth with his own before he could smile, trying his best to hide it from you.

He trapped you against the wall as you kissed, one hand still holding your breast while the other arm wrapped around your waist. You barely processed the fact that your feet were no longer on the ground when you wrapped your arms around him as your lips smacked. He hummed as he pulled you away from the wall, your legs coming around his waist.

“What’s your plan here, Tatum?” you asked between kisses, your giggles filling the steamy room. “I don’t trust these floors.” Your teeth grazed and you raked your hand through his curls, tugging ever so slightly.

“Don’t worry,” he answered as he placed you back on the floor, your bodies still flushed together, “I got this all worked out.”

Jayson gripped at your hips and turned you to face the wall. Your hands reached out instinctively to give you more supported. As much as you trusted his word, there were too many shower-sex horror stories playing in your mind. You welcomed his strong arm around your waist, but instead of simply holding you, he slid his hand over the curve of your stomach and slipped it between your thighs. You gasped, leaning back against him as he felt the mess he’d caused.

He hummed in approval, “this all from kissing?” he teased his index and middle finger through your slit, playing in your slick before he collected it on his fingers.

“Sometimes all it takes is kissing,” you answered after swallowing hard.

“Sometimes, huh?”

He lifted his fingers and put them in his mouth. Quietly he clicked his tongue, “tell me,” he began as he tapped his fingers at your pout. You opened your mouth and could partially hear him smirking, “have you ever tasted something so sweet?”

You let out a soft moan against his fingers as you sucked. He purposely made it so you’d have to do more than just lick his fingers to taste yourself, he’d taken most for himself. You kept sucking as he started to retract his fingers, anticipating his next move perfectly. He pushed his fingers back in your mouth, again and again, marveling at the way you took them with no hesitation, no resistance.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he pulled his fingers out completely, “you really are somethin’.”

Jayson unwrapped his arm from your waist and pushed on the curve of your back. Your ass poked out towards him more and your front leant forward. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his large hands on your ass.

“The prettiest fucking pussy,” his hand came down hard on your ass as he spoke, causing you to squeal. “That’s all mine, ain’t it, beautiful?”

“All yours,” you breathed out as his thumbs pressed into your thighs. “You don’t even have to ask.”

His smile became evident as his lips skimmed over your hips. He lingered for a second before leaving a light kiss over the trails that scattered your body. He’d lowered himself to a crouch, you assumed as his teeth sunk playfully into the top of your ass.

“I think my name would look nice here,” he slipped his arm around you as he spoke, his lips dragging kisses everywhere he saw fit. “Some cursive or somethin’,” his fingers grazed over your vulva, your eyes closing in preparation, “then everyone will know.”

Jayson let her index and middle finger hover just below your clit. He could feel the heat radiating and was fighting every urge he had to fall in.

“You go first,” you answered as his other hand slipped between your thighs, gently rubbing your inner thighs, “I’m not committing to anything unless you’ve done it first.”

He chuckled and dropped his fingers to circle your clit and entrance. He was building the tension in your stomach with expertise. He was giving you just enough to offer some relief. The kisses and marks he left on your ass a welcomed sensation, but what he was doing between your thighs was bordering on irritating. You wanted more from him, needed it. You wanted to focus on what he was doing, concentrate on each stroke and circle he drew to give yourself more.

He kissed your ass again before he leant his head back and looked up at you. The expression he was met with made him grin. Your bottom lip was already swollen from biting and your eyes were squeezed closed as if you were concentrating. Which you were, mostly on your breathing and the feeling of him between your thighs.

“I’m committed baby,” he said with a shrug, his eyes scanning over your face. He loved seeing you with your eyes squeezed shut and your bottom lip swollen from biting. It did something to his voice, putting it somewhere between casual and serious. “I’d get your silhouette tatted tomorrow if I could.”

You made eye contact with him as he finished his sentence and smiled at the look on his face. He was still being somewhat serious but the casual tone made it sound the opposite. His face was contradicting, several signals being sent your way. But instead of analysing, you just smiled.

“Bet.”

Once the word had fallen from your mouth, his fingers came in contact with your clit and his second hand joined the motions. A surprised moan caught you off guard and you quickly looked down, as if you were unsure of how he was teasing your entrance while playing with your clit.

“That’s-” you started before releasing another moan, “exactly what I need.”

Jayson had no intention of giving you any less than that. He was maybe even more committed to that than he was to his life with you, especially with all you’d done for him.

This vacation had had everything to do with him. He needed a break from work, a week away from the real world, and some time to himself. He’d felt little to no guilt about the world he’d stepped away from. He felt he was still keeping his skills in check from the time he spent on the half court and working out most morning. But he was beginning to realise just how little he’d done for you during this trip.

You’d gone out of your way for him, running him baths, making him do self care in both yours and his ways, and had even given him a couple massages that left him sleepy and horny. You’d spent all this time catering to him and making it so he had no choice to relax - he hadn’t given back half as much as he believed he should have been. Sex is a two way street and he never failed to make you climax, but that didn’t mean the sex was equal. He wanted to flip it, at least for the night, and give you a little more than he had been.

Jayson’s thoughts were cut off as he felt you squirm under his touch. He brought his eyes back to your pussy and pushed your back again, forcing you to arch and expose yourself more. He smiled, already able to see how sticky and creamy he was making you. He kept his index and middle fingers teasing your clit but freed his second hand so he could spread you out.

He needed to taste you, aching for it with every inch of his being. The feeling came in cycles, each time around more intense. He had to have you, just like all those times before. The second his taste buds pushed through your swollen lips, he knew this was where he belonged.

Attentively, he worked his tongue against your sex, taking as much as he could and sucking in every last drop. Your moans and words of praise egged him on, pushing himself deeper with every stroke. When you tried to pull yourself forward, away from him for just a moment, he gripped your hips and pulled you back onto his face.

“Fuck, Jay,” you panted out as you clasped your hand over his much larger one.

The feeling in the pit of your stomach had built up much quicker than you had wanted it to. The resistance of the push and pull was growing weak with every passing second. Your knees felt weak and you could barely keep your eyes open. All that your body could pay attention to was the heat between your thighs and the way Jayson had clearly mastered your body.

You clenched every part of you with hopes of prolonging the experiences. You loved the sensation of the rough pads on his fingers digging into your hips and were hypnotised by the hunger he had for you.

“Oh fuck,” your voice much louder than you anticipated, “I’m gonn-”

Cut off by your own high pitched moan, you released on his face. He fought cheek and tongue to gather every drop, not caring about the way your thighs were fighting to press together or the way your hands were trying to push him off. He was so much stronger that all it did was make you weaker. He didn’t care about the snap in your stomach or your heightened senses. He wasn’t done until he’d cleaned up.

“Oh my God,” you laughed as he finally pulled back, “do you want me to fall?”

“You’re fine,” he laughed as he stood to his full height, “I would’ve caught you regardless.”

You turned to face him and braced your hands on his chest. Your hesitation to speak was taken as an opportunity by Jayson to kiss you, his mouth covering yours. You tasted sweet on his tongue, an ache planting your feet to the tiles. You held tightly to his sides, bringing him closer to keep you up.

“Stop thinking about falling,” he mumbled through your kiss. He snaked his arm around your waist again and you smiled, “just trust that I got you.”

You kissed him again, pulling his head down so it was easier. He reacted to your pull, moving so you were completely covered by his body, skin-to-skin as your lips smacked together. You trailed your hand down his chest and over the plane of his stomach. Your mouth opened a little more to allow his tongue to slip in and brush against yours. His hand cupped your jaw and angled your mouth up to his.

Your hand quickly found the base of his harden cock, ever so slightly stroking it before picking it up. Jayson audibly responded in a deep groan. He didn’t move to stop you nor encourage you, he just kept his mouth on yours.

You teased your way over his length, feeling the heat of his throbbing tip grow. An throaty moan escaped him as you circled your thumb over the tip. He pulled away from you, his forehead resting against yours as you both panted. You hadn’t realised just how heavy the two of you had gotten until you were gasping for air.

“Cmon baby,” he drew your attention up to his gaze, “don’t just tease me.” His stare was intense, his eyes and voiced darkened as you continued to tease his dick, softly stroking and making sure to feel every inch of it.

“Pass me the lube,” you said against his lips, your eyes meeting. He nodded his head and turned away from you for a moment to grab the tube on the shower shelf. You spat on your hand and wrapped it around his dick again, your spit making it more pleasurable.

He’d opened the tube when he’d passed it to you and you were quick to squeeze some onto your hand. Back on his cock, he let out another moan, his muscles tensing as he took a sharp inhale.

“Turn around,” he urged, “I need to feel you.”

You did as you were told, sticking your ass out as your front met the tiled wall again. Jayson licked his fingers and rubbed it on your entrance before wrapped his hand around his girth. He tapped on your ass before sliding into your sex, both of you moaning in response.

He wrapped himself around you, his arms pulling you into his chest and his hand cupping your face. He was fully inside you, his tip kissing your sweet spot and pulsating inside you. He didn’t move for what seemed like forever, his lips nipping at your neck while you both settled into the feeling around you. Jayson liked being inside you, he liked the warmth and the silky feeling of your walls. It was comforting, just as much as it was arousing and torturous.

“Jay baby,” you croaked out, your head lulling back to rest on him, “move, please. Fuck me, please. I need you to fuck my shit up.”

He groaned in your ear and slowly moved his hips back. When he pushed back into you, you let out a mix of a squeal and a moan. The second time he drew back, he did it with a little more rhythm and didn’t fuck back into you the whole way. Instead, he moved how he was holding you, with one of his hands dropping to between your thighs. The other loosely wrapped around your throat and keep you close to him. After that, he had no sense of control over himself. All he could think about was chasing the release he so desperately wanted.

Soon enough, the sounds of r&b were accompanied by yours and Jayson’s moans and groans and incoherent words and expletives. He was deep within you, toying with your clit and dragging over your g-spot each time he pulled in and out of you. You grabbed at his arms that were wrapped securely around you just so you could touch him, suddenly needing to feel even more of him as he fucked you.

“Lemme see you,” you croaked out in between moans. You were in no state to consider actions and it seemed Jayson just went off of instinct. He scooped you up, his dick still buried in your pussy, and turned you around in his arms. He slipped out for a few moments when you wrapped your legs around him but you reached between you and reconnected you.

Holding you in a different position, Jayson started to let you fuck into him. His strong arms moved your body against his pelvis while you messily kissed one another.

“Just like that, fuck,” you exclaimed as he caught one tit in his mouth. Your arms wrapped around his head and you started to let yourself go. Your hands clawed at his back and your eyes squeezed shut as your pussy contracted around him.

“Look at me,” his voice ordered over the music, “look at me while you cum all over my fucking dick.”

You forced yourself to do as he said. In the name of perfect timing, the second you made eye contact with him was the moment your release overtook you. “Oh my God,” you gasped, your hand cupping his face, “I can feel you in my stomach.”

Unable to stop himself, Jayson pushed you down on top of his cock as he exploded inside you. You watched as he tried his best to keep his eyes on you, his face scrunched up in pleasure and relief. When his shoulders relaxed, you pulled yourself up a little and joined your lips to his.

“Just for the record,” you began in between kisses, “this does not count as resting or relaxing.”

Jayson laughter filled the air and he raised his hand to get caught in your hair. He kissed you deeply, lowering you to be on your feet again as he did so.

“It’s a little like relaxing,” he said, cupping your face in his hands. His thumb caressed your swollen bottom lip and he grinned, “I’m relaxed.”

Just as you were about to respond, the once hot stream of water turned ice cold. You both yelped, rushing to get away from the freezing stream. The floors being tiled and your legs both being rather weak made it so you both almost slipped, grabbing at the sheet of glass to steady yourselves and you erupted into laughter.

“How the fuck did we run out of hot water?” Jayson exclaimed as he blindly reached into the shower to turn the mixer off. The fog was growing thicker with the presence of cold air. It was making everything feel a lot more difficult and dramatic than it needed to be.

“We were a while,” you answered him, hands out feeling around for the towel rail, “why the fuck did you lower the lights, Tatum?”

Wrapped in robes and laughing about nothing in particular, you both feel into bed. Jayson pulled you on top of him in a matter of moments and you rested your head on his chest, pulling the robe open. You watched as his chest rose and fell and listened to his heart beat. You scattered kisses over top of it before resting your chin on your hands and looking up at him.

“So, about those tattoos…”

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Who do you think are the girls' favorite players? (Because Tara might not be as into basketball but she obviously absorbed opinions by osmosis)

oohhh okay.

i think sam likes players that can take the lead on the court, that aren't afraid to risk things on their plays while also providing opportunities for their teammates, kinda reflecting on what i think she's like as a player? so shooting guards like dwayne wade (who has a similar style to what i imagine she'd wanna play like in court!) and klay thompson and point guards like chris paul and steph curry. i also wanna say she was a fan of kawhi leonard and kevin durant at one point but we don't know what happened to kevin. we don't talk about that. our very own nba nomad. and jayson tatum? very interesting to watch!

i lowkey wanna to go for the comic aspect of this and say tara admires the big guys, like she was amazed by shaq o'neal when she was little and watching the current season with sam she'd be like "yeah, that jokić guy? no joke." but tara missed out on a LOT of the nba for a few years. it was sam and her's thing, so she stopped watching it after her sister left and got back into it when sam got back, as well. i do think whenever sam praises a player, she'll automatically nod and become a fan of them. she trusts sam's opinion blindly.

#i didnt know if i focused on warriors or talked about players overall but. yeah #late 2000s shaq and dwayne combo in miami had little sam and tara shaking on their seats #also im a dwayne wade fan his early heat days are what got me into the nba so had to give him a nod #currently tho? steph curry my bro. my buddy.#praying next season is better for the warriors 🤞🤞#ask #kirbycarpenter #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #scream #ma talks scream #ma talks basketball #i think i should tag this #noticed i basically projected My favourite players onto them

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TMRW Sports, which is focused on building progressive approaches to sports, media, and entertainment, has announced its initial investor group, an influential roster of icons across sports and entertainment matched with business titans in technology, sports, media, and finance.

The institutional investment was co-led by Connect Ventures and 25madison Ventures. The investment group’s sports experience includes team ownership in every major league and ranges across F1, NFL, NBA, Premier League, MLB, NHL, MLS, tennis, esports, surfing, and golf with a combined social reach of nearly 500 million followers across Twitter and Instagram. The announcement was made by Mike McCarley, founder and CEO, TMRW Sports (pronounced “tomorrow sports”), who unveiled the formation of the company in August with co-founders Tiger Woods and Rory McIlroy, as well as early investor Dick Ebersol.

“Over the past year we’ve assembled a team of investors who will help deliver on the TMRW Sports’ mission to positively impact how sports are experienced in the future. And we’ve been intentional about diversity of expertise, thought and backgrounds as we mobilized this strategic group co-led by Connect Ventures and 25madison Ventures,” said McCarley. “From the very beginning our plan has been to partner with the best-in-class in every way imaginable and Tiger, Rory, and I value the support of this unrivaled team of investors, advisors, and ambassadors who believe in our vision to harness technology to create progressive approaches to sports. Their combined broad reach and cultural relevance will expand potential opportunities and fanbases for TMRW projects. Plus, many share a passion for golf that only adds more fuel to TGL, our first project in partnership with the PGA TOUR.”

“TMRW Sports is redefining how the next generation of fans will play and consume sports by leveraging technology in unique and innovative ways,” said Michael Blank of Connect Ventures. “Connect Ventures is thrilled to work alongside this world-class group of investors to support Tiger, Rory and Mike’s vision to further accelerate the evolution of sports and make it more accessible for all.”

TMRW SPORTS’ CULTURAL ICON INVESTORS:

In addition to Woods’ and McIlroy’s combined 791 weeks at World No. 1 and counting, 105 PGA TOUR wins, and 19 Major Championships, TMRW Sports’ investor group combines to add 113 Formula 1 wins, 40 Emmy Awards, 32 NBA All-Star Games, 16 NFL Pro Bowls, 26 Grand Slam singles titles, 21 Olympic medals, 8 MVP titles across four sports, 10 Grammy Awards, 8 NBA Championships, 7 F1 World Championships, 5 UEFA Champions League titles, 3 Stanley Cups, 3 MLB All-Star Games, 3 WNBA Championships, 2 FIFA Women’s World Cups, and a World Series champion.

F1:

· Alex Albon: Williams Racing (THA/GBR)

· Lewis Hamilton: Mercedes-AMG Petronas, 7-time World Champion (GBR)

· Lando Norris: McLaren (GBR)

· Carlos Sainz: Scuderia Ferrari (ESP)

· Mark Webber: ret., 9-time F1 Grand Prix winner (AUS)

NFL:

· Josh Allen: Buffalo Bills (USA)

· Kelvin Beachum: Arizona Cardinals (USA)

· Larry Fitzgerald: Arizona Cardinals ret., (USA)

· Tony Romo: Dallas Cowboys ret., CBS Sports (USA)

Entertainment:

· Justin Timberlake: 10-time Grammy Award, 4-time Emmy Award winner (USA)

Tennis:

· Andy Murray: 3-time Grand Slam Singles Champion, 2-time Olympic Gold Medalist (GBR)

· Serena Williams: 23-time Grand Slam Singles Champion, 4-time Olympic Medalist (USA)

Gaming:

· Tyler “Ninja” Blevins: professional gamer and entertainment personality (USA)

NBA/WNBA:

· Stephen Curry: Golden State Warriors, 4-time NBA Champion (USA)

· Andre Iguodala: Golden State Warriors, 4-time NBA Champion (USA)

· Chris Paul: Phoenix Suns (USA)

· Jayson Tatum: Boston Celtics (USA)

· Diana Taurasi: Phoenix Mercury (USA)

Soccer:

· Jozy Altidore: Liga MX, Puebla (USA)

· Gareth Bale: MLS, Los Angeles FC (GBR)

· Servando Carrasco: MLS, ret. (USA)

· Alex Morgan: NWSL, San Diego Wave FC, 2-time World Cup Champion (USA)

MLB:

· Shohei Ohtani: Los Angeles Angels (JPN)

· Trea Turner: Los Angeles Dodgers, World Series Champion (USA)

NHL:

· Sidney Crosby: Pittsburgh Penguins, 3-time Stanley Cup Champion (CAN)

Surfing:

· Kanoa Igarashi: World Surf League, Olympic Silver Medalist (USA/JPN)

TMRW SPORTS’ INSTITUTIONAL INVESTORS:

Connect Ventures: An investment partnership between entertainment and sports agency Creative Artists Agency (CAA) and global venture capital firm New Enterprise Associates (NEA), Connect Ventures launched in 2020 to accelerate the growth of early-stage consumer-focused businesses, and draws on CAA’s resources, relationships, and expertise spanning the global entertainment and sports landscape and the deep domain and company building expertise of NEA’s world-class technology practice.

25madison: 25madison Ventures is the seed-stage venture fund of 25madison, an early-stage venture platform backed by Apollo Global Management. The fund invests in disruptive technology companies and is led by a team of seasoned operator-investors.

“Tiger, Rory, and Mike are all titans of both golf and business. It was a no-brainer to join forces with Connect and this first-rate investor group to support TMRW Sports as they bring their vision to life. There is a huge opportunity to elevate how fans engage with the sports they love, and the team at TMRW Sports will do just that,” said Steven Price, CEO and Co-Founder, 25madison.

Additional institutional investors include:

o AMBSE Ventures

o Apex Capital

o Copper

o Excel Sports Management

o Fenway Sports Group

o Misfits Gaming Group

o Newbound Venture Capital

o SC Holdings

o Seven Seven Six

o Symphony Ventures

o TGR Ventures

TMRW SPORTS’ BUSINESS LEADER INVESTORS:

Sports:

· Arthur Blank: Owner and Chairman, Atlanta Falcons, Atlanta United and PGA TOUR Superstore; Co-Founder, The Home Depot

· David Blitzer: Co-Managing Partner and Co-Founder of Harris Blitzer Sports & Entertainment: Philadelphia 76ers, New Jersey Devils, and Newark’s Prudential Center; Owner, Real Salt Lake; Minority Owner, Cleveland Guardians

· John Collins: Board Director, Super Group Ltd. Former CEO, On Location Experiences; COO, NHL; President and CEO, Cleveland Browns; and senior marketing, sales and programming executive, NFL

· Ben Grossman: Sports, media, and technology executive; Co-Owner, Minnesota United and Angel City FC

· Eric Grubman: Chairman of Super Group Ltd. and DroneUp; former senior executive, NFL, Goldman Sachs, Constellation Energy Group, and On Location Experiences

· John Henry: Principal Owner, Fenway Sports Group, including the Boston Red Sox, Liverpool Football Club, and Pittsburgh Penguins

· Dawn Hudson: Board Director, Interpublic Group and NVIDIA. Former CMO, NFL; President and CEO, Pepsi-Cola North America; and Chairman of the Board, LPGA Tour

· Steve Nash: Co-Founder, BLOCK; former NBA MVP

· Tom Penn: Founding President and Co-Owner, Los Angeles Football Club; Co-Founder, Sports Leadership Institute, former senior executive, NBA

· Kevin Warren: Commissioner of the Big Ten Conference; former COO, Minnesota Vikings

· Tom Werner: Chairman, Fenway Sports Group, including the Boston Red Sox, Liverpool Football Club, and Pittsburgh Penguins

· Mark Wilf: Co-Owner of the Minnesota Vikings, Orlando City Soccer Club, and Orlando Pride

Finance:

· K. Don Cornwell: Co-Founder and CEO, Dynasty Equity

· John S. Daly: Former Chairman Global Equity Capital Markets, Goldman Sachs

· Jimmy Dunne: Vice Chairman and Senior Managing Principal, Piper Sandler; President, Seminole Golf Club

· Cam Dyer: Former Partner and Sector Co-Head of Global TMT Investing, The Carlyle Group

· David Gubbay: Senior Managing Director, Highpost Capital

· Philippe Laffont: Founder, Coatue Management

· Reggie Love: Senior Advisor, Apollo Global Management; former Partner, RON Transatlantic EG and White House Personal Aide, President Barack Obama

· Tim Neher: Former Vice Chairman, Continental Cablevision; former President, Seminole Golf Club

· Kirk Posmantur: Co-Founder and Chief Partnership Officer, 25madison; Chairman & CEO Axcess Worldwide

· Joe Tauscher: Managing Partner, Mount Cypress Investment Fund

Media/Technology:

· Chris Chaney: Co-Founder and CEO, Fancurve; former CEO and Founder of Infinite Esports & Entertainment

· Zach Dixon: Founder and COO, Players Lounge

· Dick Ebersol: Former Chairman, NBC Sports; executive producer Sunday Night Football and NBC Olympics, Co-Creator Saturday Night Live

· Rohit Gupta: Co-Founder NYXL; Partner, Sterling.VC

· Alex Lieberman: Founder and Executive Chairman, Morning Brew

· Ari Litan: COO of LayerZero Labs; founding team and former executive, The Athletic; Co-Founder, Swish

· Alexis Ohanian: Founder, Seven Seven Six; Co-Founder and former Executive Chair, Reddit

ABOUT TGL:

In August, Tiger Woods, Rory McIlroy, and McCarley announced the formation of TMRW Sports and TGL, a new tech-infused golf league in partnership with the PGA TOUR. TGL will showcase team competitions fusing advanced tech and live action from a custom-built venue in primetime on Monday nights. Woods and McIlroy are the first two golfers committed to compete and the league’s inaugural season will kick off in January 2024.

TGL, the golf league of TMRW Sports, will feature:

· Teams: Six teams of three PGA TOUR players in head-to-head, 18-hole match play;

· Tech-Infused Venue: A first-of-its-kind experience for golf enabled by a data-rich, virtual course combined with a tech-infused, short-game complex;

· Tech-Enabled Fan Experience: High-energy, greenside fan experience with every shot live within a 2-hour, primetime televised match;

· Season: 15 regular season Monday night matches followed by semifinals and finals series.

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