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clash || katie mccabe x reader ||
katie gets jealous of leah's constant flirting with you.
minors dni, 18+, smut warning.
"good morning gorgeous," leah greeted as you walked into the locker room. she shot you a little smirk at the way your cheeks turned pink at the compliment. since your move from chicago to london, leah had been your best friend. briefly, she had even been your girlfriend, but the two of you had decided on sticking to being friends after your little relationship trial was over.
"morning charming," you flirted back. leah wrapped her arm around your shoulders as she led you towards your cubby. the two of you had always been right next to each other. it was a staple of the locker room, you and leah just being near each other, bantering and flirting amongst yourselves.
nothing would ever come of it again. especially not while you had katie and leah had lia. the two of you were just good friends, and while lia understood that, katie definitely did not. it didn't matter how many times you reminded your girlfriend that leah as just your friend, katie would get upset every single week it seemed.
you had pulled back on the flirty banter, but this week was a bit of a slip up. katie had been behaving herself for nearly a month, not getting worked up nearly as easily. you and leah had taken that as a green light to go back to the way that things were. that proved to be a mistake because the moment that katie had seen leah kiss your cheek during practice, it was like a switch had flipped.
leah had noticed katie's change in behavior first. it was nothing major, just an eyeroll as some of the girls laughed at a joke that leah told. you were across the field getting a drink of water, so katie really had no reason to be acting so annoyed. if you had to take a guess, that was the moment whenever leah decided that she needed to up the flirting.
"here let me hold that for you, it looks heavy," leah said as she grabbed your hand. it was cheesy, but both leah and katie knew that those lines tended to actually work on you. much to leah's delight, you blushed deeply as leah took your hand. you tried to roll your eyes and play it off, but it was far too late.
for the rest of practice, leah was extremely flirtatious with you. at times, it felt a bit excessive, but you honestly loved the attention. that left katie to sit fuming by herself up until lunch. a few of the girls were going out to get some food, and you had assumed that katie was one of them until you felt her pull you away as you made your way towards the bathrooms.
"i'm going to fucking wring her neck out," katie growled. it didn't take you very long at all to figure out who katie was talking about. "that arrogant little blonde bitch. she had her fucking chance, but now that you're with me, she just has to put her goddamn fucking hands all over you. i'll fucking kill her next time she touches you!"
"katie, calm down." you gently placed your hand on her chest. usually, that did the trick to calm her down, but she pushed your hand off of her. "katie please don't start a fight. leah and i, we're just messing about. it's nothing to be upset about, i promise."
"if it's just you messin' about with each other, then why do you blush like that?" katie questioned. you didn't have an answer to that. any sort of compliment or attention had you turning red in the cheeks. katie knew that, or at least you thought that she did.
"katie that's not fair, you know that anybody could tell me i look nice and i'd be red as an apple," you told her. katie's jaw clenched as she moved a bit closer to you. her thigh slotted in between yours. you could feel it there, wondering if she had something planned.
"it isn't the same when leah compliments you. i've noticed, trust me. it's not even the same when i do it. i could sit here all night telling you how fucking gorgeous you are, but you wouldn't care. no, not unless it's leah calling you her gorgeous girl. i bet you wish it was her in here with you, don't you?"
"no, i don't want anybody except for you right now," you promised her. that seemed to please katie, who rewarded you with a bit of friction. it was quick, but enough to pull a small moan from you.
"do that again for me," katie ordered. she moved her leg again, this time pressing a bit harder as she did. you didn't want to stand there moaning, just barely hidden around the corner of a door from the hallway. you wanted to do this somewhere private, like your place or katie's, but katie had other intentions.
you let the tiniest of moans slip again before you clamped your hand over your mouth. katie tutted at that as she moved your hands away, warning you to stay how she had you. katie seemed intent on seeing how far you would let things go, when you'd stop her. unbeknownst to her that you were quickly reaching the point of no return.
"katie, don't tease me," you warned her. if she were to leave you high and dry, there would be hell to pay after training. katie knew that your wrath was generally worse than anything she could think of, especially when she'd turn herself on in the process of teasing you. katie loved watching you cum, often getting off of it to the point of nearly cumming when she ate you out. "it'll start a whole new fight."
"no teasing, i know," katie said as she dropped her head to press a kiss to your neck. you could feel her fingers rubbing against your shorts, playing with the wetness that was gathered there. your hips bucked up to meet her fingers, grinding down as hard as you could against them.
"i want your mouth, show me why i shouldn't just go to leah right now," you said. it was mean to tease katie like that, but you didn't care. she could get mad about it after she ate you out. you'd make it up to her at home, where she had a plethora of toys to use in order to take her frustration out on you.
"excuse me?" katie paused completely, but she didn't withdraw her fingers.
"you. heard. me. i. want. your. mouth." you punctuated each word with a harsh grind against her fingers. katie looked absolutely gobsmacked for a moment, but she still did exactly what you told her to do. katie spread your legs even wider once she had your shorts and underwear off. you grabbed onto katie's ponytail as you placed one of your legs over her shoulder. "you look so fucking hot on your knees for me."
"don't get on a power trip," katie warned. the two of you had found a pretty good balance, and you were toeing the line of breaking it. still, katie grabbed onto your hips and pulled you forward. she kept you securely pressed against her face as her tongue probed around teasingly.
"katie please," you whined. she chuckled at how quickly you had lost all of your fight. all it took was getting a fraction of what you wanted before you were putty in her hands. you weren't even grinding yourself against katie's face anymore, instead just making absolutely pathetic sounds as she lazily dragged her tongue around your cunt.
katie hummed and pulled you closer as your hips started to rut a little. you were close, and katie could tell from the way your moans started to get higher in pitch. she couldn't move to silence you, so your cries rang out in the empty room she had pulled you into. silently, she prayed that nobody was in the hallway because they definitely would have heard you crying out her name as you begged for your release. as much of a showoff as katie liked to be, she didn't want anybody else to hear the way you sounded whenever you came. that was for her and her alone.
"shh, shh. hey, it's okay, i've got you," katie cooed as she held you up. it was a bit of a hassle getting you redressed. lunch was just about over, and katie knew she had to move quickly to get you something to eat. katie left you outside of the cafeteria as she grabbed a couple of plates, opting to eat in the hallway with you.
"are we good now?" you asked as katie passed you a bottle of powerade. she had to open yours, your hands still shaking from before.
"hmm, i don't know. that was pretty cheeky talking about leah like that while i'm trying to fuck you," katie answered. it was honest, which you were grateful for. katie didn't look that upset, but you also knew that she didn't like to be that way around you.
"well, i am sorry about it. i really do only love you like this. i'd never let anybody else even try touching me like that in public." katie didn't doubt your words. there was a conversation looming between the two of you, one that katie was dreading just as much as you were.
"i'll start keeping my hands to myself, promise." katie held up two fingers, most likely the two that had nearly been inside of you just moments before. one look at the cheeky grin on katie's face confirmed this for you.
"yeah, you'd better mccabe."
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Only For You – Katie McCabe x reader (smut)
Inspired by this prompt
Warnings: smut, fluff, Katie being a softie
a/n: let me know if you have any suggestions or request, I really liked writing this one 😌
This was your second year at arsenal, you had transferred from the nwsl wanting to expand your knowledge of football and live abroad. The first few weeks were definitely tough. Even though you had been living away from home since college you had never lived this far before, and in an entirely different country than your family and friends. However, the transition was made easier by the girls at arsenal. They immediately welcomed you in making you feel apart of the family. One girl in particular really help you settle in to your new life.
Katie was your first close friend at arsenal and after a few months you began dating. You had officially been dating for a little over a year and had just moved in together a few weeks ago.it just made sense because you were always at each other’s places anyways.
Katie had a reputation on and off the pitch. Getting carded during games, yelling during training sessions, joking around and being loud in the changing room, but that was part of the reason you fell for the Irishwoman in the first place.
Today was no different, it was a few days before a big match and Katie was being well Katie during practice. You were separated in different groups. Katie was in a different group than you across the field, but you could hear her yelling, never one to not be competitive.
“Pass the ball” you heard Katie shout, “come on!”
Shaking your head, smiling to yourself, you turned your attention back to your group. Alessia, Leah, Lia, and Beth were on your team. Beth was cracking jokes, while Leah had a focused face taking training seriously.
The rest of practice went by fairly quickly. You would steal glances in your girlfriends direction on occasion but managed to not get too distracted. At the start of Katie and your relationship, you both had agreed to keep your private lives out of training and for the most part you did. However, this didn’t stop the Irishwoman from showering you with affection off the pitch.
Katie made it to the changing rooms before you did and had set fresh clothes out for you nicely folded in your cubby. She was sitting on the bench in front of her own, next to yours, undoing her laces taking off her shoes.
You sat down next to her and began taking off your own shoes.
“Good work today baby” Katie said, wrapping an arm around your back and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
You leaned into her mumbling a thanks and you too. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Kyra laughing as Beth repeated what Katie said kissing Leahs forehead, causing a group of the girls to laugh.
On the pitch and most of the time actually, Katie was loud and obnoxious. But to you she was sweet and caring, always looking out for you.
She ignored the other girls, rubbing your back before heading off to the showers. You soon followed to do the same. Grabbing your wash bag you headed off to the showers, ridding yourself of sweat and grass stuck to your skin.
After you showered you made your way back to your cubby, seeing Katie already dressed brushing your hair. Quickly putting on your fresh clothes you sat back down on the bench to brush your hair. Before you could even get the brush to your hair Katie stopped you.
“Let me” she said as she took your brush from your hair.
She gently brushed your hair, humming along to whatever song one of the other girls had on. You had to bite your lip to hold in a moan as the other woman worked the brush through your hair. You loved having your hair played with and Katie was unintentionally turning you on right now.
You heard laughter coming from across the changing room again. Turning to see what was happening, you noticed Krya mimicking Katie.
“Here let me brush your hair for you my little sweet angel cookie” Kyra joked, pulling a brush through Caitlins hair.
“Hey! I don’t sound like that” Katie shouted at them from across the room, a pout forming on her lips.
The others giggled, rolling their eyes at her.
“You’ve gone a bit soft McCabe” Leah said, patting Katie on the shoulder as she walked past.
“Have not” she huffed crossing her arms.
Leah just offered you a smile, sharing a knowing look.
“Its okay by big softie” you said pulling her into a hug.
“m’not a softie” she mumbled into your neck.
“Sure you’re not”
You gathered your stuff together as Katie did the same but not with out her offering to do half of it for you.
“Ready to go love?” you asked as Katie handed you your bag.
She nodded grabbing your hand practically pulling you from the changing room. As you walked through the some of the others continued to mock Katie and you couldn’t hide the amused look from your face.
“Oh Lessie you did so well in training baby cakes” Beth said making kissing noises.
“Here Lia let me help you put your shoes on”
“Wally your eyes are like stars, I get lost in them”
You know you should be annoyed by the other girls mocking but it makes your heart warm. Katie’s affection towards you was something you would never grow tired of. So even if the other girls made fun of it, you loved the way Katie showed she loved you.
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The drive back to your shared place was quick but Katie never took a hand off of you. If her hand wasn’t holding yours it was on your thigh, if it wasn’t on your thigh it was back to your hand.
You couldn’t help but notice she was more touchy than normal. Even once you were both inside she remained glued to you. While you were cooking dinner she was behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, head resting on your shoulder. She would sneak kisses in here and there, pressing her lips to your neck or check. On occasion turning your face to kiss your lips. Even while you ate she was sitting as close as she could to you, your thighs brushing. After dinner you made your way upstairs, Katie following behind. She slapped your ass causing you to let out a squeal in suprise.
“What was that for?” you asked turning around to face her.
“Just admiring the view” Katie smirked up at you.
Shaking your head you turned back around continuing up to your bedroom, Katie’s eyes not leaving your ass as you walked. You went straight to the bathroom freshening up for bed, putting on pajamas and brushing your teeth. When you walked back into the bedroom Katie was sitting at the foot of the bed waiting for you.
“come here” she said, her voice low with need.
You walk over to her and stand in between her legs, your hands coming up to rest on her shoulders. Katie’s hands tightly grab your hips pulling you even closer. Her thumbs slide under your shirt, stroking softly at your stomach. You feel your abs tense at her touch, goosebumps forming where her fingers meet your skin.
“so beautiful” one of her hands comes up to the back of your neck pulling you in for a kiss.
The kiss quickly becomes heated, Katie nipping at your bottom lip before her tongue enters your mouth. The hand one your hip moves, sliding down before Katie squeezes your ass causing you to moan. She pulls away before sliding back on the bed pulling you with her. She leads back against the headboard as you straddle her sitting in her lap.
“My perfect girl” Katie says kissing your neck, her hands roaming up your stomach.
“Can I?” she ask tugging at the hem of your shirt to take it off.
You nod, Katie smirks as she removes your shirt tossing it somewhere in the room. The cold air hits you skin causing your nibbles to become hard.
Katie immediately goes to touch your breast, but you stop her.
“your top too” you say.
You help her take her top off, both of you now shirtless. Before you even get a chance to admire the woman under you, her mouth is on one breast a hand playing with the other. You moan as Katie’s tongue swirls around your nipple before lightly sucking. Arching into her touch you can feel wetness begin to drip from your core.
“Katie” you gasp as her fingers trail up your thighs.
Working her way up from your chest, she nips at your ear. Your grind down unable to help it needing more friction.
“tell me what you need love” she says, one hand gripping your hip the other tracing patterns on your inner thigh.
“you, I need you” you say, your hands finding her hair rolling your hips into hers. You were almost embarrassed how worked up you already were. Katie was barely touching you and you knew once she did you wouldn’t last long.
“gonna have to be more specific baby”
You huff in annoyance, “anything Katie, your fingers, your tongue, I don’t care I just need you”
“Take these off baby” Katie says pulling at your shorts.
Sitting up a little, Katie helps you take off your shorts and underwear before your settle back on her lap.
Her fingers grip your thighs holding you close as you meet for a kiss. Katie shifts under you slightly causing her thigh to hit your center. You grind down on her thigh, need thrumming through you.
“So wet for me darling” Katie says pushing her thigh into you more.
“Please baby” you groan burying your face in the irishwoman’s neck, “I need more.”
One of her hands moved from your hip sliding down to graze your folds. She softly brushed your clit, circling her fingers before moving down. You turn into a mess on top of Katie, moaning and gasping as her fingers gently work at your clit never quite giving you what you need but working you up slowly. Finally she slips two fingers inside of you, your fingers dig into her back as she slowly pumps them in and out of you. Your head falls back as pleasure starts to overtake you. You move your hips down to meet Katies fingers, her palm hitting your clit with each thrust.
“open your eyes” Katie demands, “look how good you take my fingers”
Opening your eyes you look down and you core tightens at the sight.
“Always so perfect” Katie says before capturing your lips with her own.
Your legs begin to shake as you get closer to coming. Your grip on Katie tightens, leaving crescent shaped indents on her back.
“I’m so close”
“come for me baby” Katie says speeding up her fingers hitting you in the right spot on each thrust.
With that you’re coming. Panting hard, clenching around Katie’s fingers as she works you through your orgasm.
You fall into her, limp with the after affects of pleasure as Katie slowly removes her fingers kissing your temple.
“you did so good for me baby” Her hand stroking your back.
After a few minutes, Katie gently lays you down on the bed before getting up and heading off to the bathroom. She returns with a warm towel cleaning you up before climbing back into bed with you.
You cuddle in close to her side, draped half over her.
“I love you, baby” Katie says somehow pulling you even closer.
“I love you too”
She tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, giving you a quick kiss.
“such a softie” you say against her lips.
“only for you” Katie says kissing you again.
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MISS AUSTRALIA (PART TWO)
Katie McCabe x Aussie! Chelsea! Reader
Warnings: Smut 18+, jealousy, praise kink, semi-public sex, coarse language, Chelsea mentions, little age gap, humiliation, drinking.
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You don't know what coerced you to spend the night in Katie McCabe's bed, but it felt amazing.
Chelsea's loss against Arsenal sent shockwaves through the WSL side of social media, with a skyrocket of tweets spreading the news regarding the Blue's greatest defeat in five years.
It was not a surprise to see your name mentioned in thousands of these messages, and your connotation to Katie hadn't seemed to surprise anyone either. Lots of people were reeling over the interactions between the two of you on the field, but you wondered what their reaction would be if they found out what happened off the pitch.
Somehow, you didn't want to know.
Despite the thrashing you received from Emma, you, Jessie, Erin, Millie, Sam, and Guro all found yourselves in a pub in North London. It seemed hypocritical — the location — but the vibes were good, and it was a well-known, crowded bar, so the chances of you being seen were slim to none.
While Jessie was the designated driver for you that night, the rest of the girls didn't hesitate to start drinking. You were playing with the straw of your third vodka cranberry, savouring the taste between your teeth, smiling at the quips and jokes the girls would pose, checking the time on your phone as the hours passed later in the night.
"I just know I'm going to regret this tomorrow." Guro sighed, shooting down the last of her drink before standing up. "My shout now, what do you all want?"
Sam and Millie ordered a bulk of shots. Jessie and Erin chose the drinks they had before. You shook your head towards Guro, lifting your half-full drink that you were still nursing.
Sam wrapped an arm around your shoulder, waving Guro off. "You've been on the same drink for an hour. C'mon, have a shot with me."
You glanced across the table to find Erin shuffling a deck of cards. Jessie was on her phone, leaving you sandwiched between Bright and Kerr. You were a football player, an athlete, but you weren't as bulky as your two Chelsea companions. You tried hard in the gym, and anyone could tell that it paid off, but too many drinks would sway you in the wrong direction.
"Are you old enough to drink?" Millie asked, half sincerely, ruffling your hair when you gave her a pointed glare. "I'm only joking, Kid."
"I'm twenty-two. I just like taking care of my body." You spoke with a huff, throwing your arms over your chest, eyes dancing between your two skippers.
"Oh, and all those hickeys are taking care of you, are they?" Guro retorted, Erin's smirk matching hers as she returned with the tray of drinks. You watched her slide a shot towards you, which you took instantly at the looming eyes on your neck from your Australian Captain.
"Since when were those there?" She swooped, her hand reaching out to poke at the marks. You hissed, the exposed blotches still sensitive, shrinking in your seat as all five of your teammates caught your reddening cheeks.
"Fresh ones, eh?" Millie grinned.
While the girls found this new susceptible mystery a highlight of the night, Sam continued to prod at the marks, her protectiveness prominent by the furrow in her eyebrows.
"Who gave you those?" She let out, and you felt your face flame up.
"I'm not talking about it."
"You didn't have them this morning." Guro quipped, earning Jessie to push her scoldingly, feeling slightly sorry for the interrogation you were receiving.
"Jesus, y/n/n, I didn't know you had it in ya—"
"— had what in her?" A voice called out from beside the table, making each of your friends move their eyes away from you and to the source.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, you thought. Great, just your luck.
Katie was standing behind Beth, who was linking elbows with Jordon Nobbs. Caitlin, Leah, and Steph all stood among them, Steph being the one who spoke.
"Nothing. Where's Ky?" You sounded, your voice meek underneath the prying Arsenal eyes.
"Wrong side of London, Skipper." Caitlin laughed.
Sam rolled her eyes. "Good drinks, though."
You shuffled across the lounge you were sitting on, attempting to maneuver yourself over Jessie's lap to escape. You felt a hand grip the back of your skirt, causing you to plop on one of Jessie's legs.
"You can't just avoid the conversation."
"Sammy, stop." You squirmed over Jessie, who used her hands to lift your waist up. "Where's Kyra?" You asked again, hopelessly avoiding the Irish woman's levering eyes. She was watching Jessie's hand on your waist; how her fingers played with the hem of your top as you battled to fight Sam's hand away. Katie noticed how Jessie spread her legs out, engulfing your body weight more comfortably, as if she was used to having you in that position.
The Irish woman wanted to mock the playful whines that left your lips as everyone questioned what the two Australians were fighting over. She caught sight of the bruise she had left under your ear, recalling the heavy whines and desperate breaths that followed as her lips lapped over the delicate skin. The mark offered Katie some comfort in your current situation. The grand display of pink smearing across your freckled cheeks was admirable to most, but Katie found you much more pleasurable when you beat red at the sound of her voice, when you were grinding against her knee, not Fleming's.
"She went to the bathroom, I think." Beth Mead spoke, her friendly, maternal smile glowing back at you. "Actually, she could be anywhere. 'Can never sit still, that girl."
"Alright, let me go check."
You didn't wait for anyone to stop you, stumbling off Jess' lap, head spinning from the alcohol running through your system. You could handle your liquor to some extent, but it was after this that you went beyond tipsy. Your journey to the bathroom was quick, wasting no time to find your best friend, wherever she may be.
The cubicles were all empty. You tried calling out her name, calling her on your phone, but the little shit didn't answer. The pub was now reeling with people, with all levels of tipsy and drunk being shown by the dancing of the crowd. You were struggling to find your way back to your girls, forgetting the way you came. You gave up trying after five minutes, turning around and opening the bathroom doors once more.
Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, pushing and pinning you against one of the cubicle doors. It slammed shut, your back planted against the wood. You felt your hands fondle together, your heart racing at the hungry, lustful eyes of the woman in front of you. Her breath fanned over your face, causing your lips to fall agape, a loss of words leaving you speechless. It wasn't long until Katie's lips were on your neck, this time on the opposite side, nibbling on your pulse point.
"You really can't hold it in, can you?" She uttered, her accent rasping as she spoke. You groaned at the notion of her fingers latching onto the top you were wearing, tugging it in warning before discarding it on the floor.
"What?" You sighed, hands wrapping around Katie's neck as she lifted you up, gripping your thighs as they swathed around her waist.
"On Fleming's lap, Kerr's hand on your arse. Are you always so desperate for attention?"
She wasted no time in moving her lips down to your breasts, freeing one of her hands from your thigh to massage the one she wasn't sucking.
"Katie—"
"Shut up."
You grind your hips against hers, hoping it will relieve the growing tension between your legs. With your bra still on, Katie laughs at your flushed state, pushing up the fabric of your skirt so it would bunch up against your hips.
"Did you shake everyone's hands?" She asked, her lips leaving your chest to move up to your face. She hadn't ever properly kissed you, so she made sure to hover as she waited for a reply, her fingers slowly squeezing the column of your neck.
You nodded, still trying to gain some friction, but were met with nothing. The only noise that came from your lips was a whine. Katie shook her head, kneading your thigh as she rubbed her nose up against yours. The action was intimate, but somehow Katie found a way to make it sensual.
“Use your words, Baby.” She made a point of tapping your neck with her finger, toying with your skirt as her hand crept up your thigh.
“I- mh… I did, Katie.”
“Good Girl.” She whispered, and you pushed your lips forward to catch the girl in a kiss. You were grateful she reciprocated with just as much force, asserting her dominance by bringing her hand up to your lips, dragging your bottom lip down, making you audibly cry out.
“You like that, do you?” She chuckled, her hand inching closer to your heat. “Had to shake everyone’s hands before getting off on my thigh, didn't you? Had to make sure you did as you were told.”
“Katie, please—”
“But good girls don't sit on other people’s laps, do they Baby?” She whispered, ghosting her hand over your underwear. “Answer me.”
“No, Katie.”
You pushed your head back against the door, groaning as Katie ran one of her fingers through your folds teasingly. Your legs gave way, no longer trying to hold yourself up around Katie’s waist. Despite the lack of warning, the Irish woman wasn't fazed at the sudden shift, instead using it to her advantage.
“Look at you… so desperate for attention. Is that why you landed on top of me today? Bent over for me and everything in a sold-out stadium weren't you?”
You felt her hand rub your clit, making you squirm. “You tripped me.” It was a whisper, but Katie heard it all the same.
Her eyebrows raised. “I did. But you went off before I could show everyone how well you could take me.”
Without warning, she slipped two of her fingers into you, gnawing at your neck as she thrust in and out of you rhythmically. You moaned, and blushed furiously because of it.
“Does Fleming touch you like this?”
“Can you fuck off about Jessie for one second?”
Katie scoffed, adding another finger, inserting her fingers into you until her knuckles were kneading your clit. You moaned at the sting, crying out when Katie didn't wait for you to adjust. She did this for a while, and you felt the coil in your stomach churn as she curled her fingers inside of you, slamming them as deep as she could, resonant and rigid strokes leaving you writhing in ecstasy.
“Katie— Katie—”
She stopped, her fingers leaving you clenching around nothing. You were so close, feeling your high fizzle out the moment her fingers moved to her lips.
“I asked you a fucking question. ‘Spose you just get too dumb when you're being fucked.”
You whined, your hands clawing her biceps, beyond annoyed by the way she left you. “I- Jess and I are friends.”
“I bet Fleming wasn't too happy when you scored that double against her in the World Cup.”
You gaped at Katie, legs shaking and lips puffy. “You definitely weren't when I scored against you.”
Katie was off you now, standing against the bathroom sink, watching as you tried to fix your skirt.
“What happened today then, hm? Miss Australia lost her touch as soon as she was bent over.”
“Stop calling me that. And I wasn't bent over, you tripped me!”
“Did I tell ‘ya to fix your skirt?” She ordered, crossing her arms over her chest when you sauntered in front of her.
“You’re not the boss of me, McCabe.”
“Then how ‘bout you show me some personal autonomy and get yourself off?” She quipped, lust flooding her eyes. She propped herself on the sink, watching intently as your eyes widened at her suggestion. It seemed that all of your prior confidence had dispersed.
“I'm not doing that in here.” You muttered, suddenly repentant of the setting you were in.
“You nearly just came on my fingers. What's the difference?”
Whatever dominance you seemed to gain over Katie didn't work, the woman making no sign of backing down from her proposition.
“I— Katie… I'm not going to beg.”
She simply hummed, causing you to sigh. You were desperate for a release ever since that afternoon when you had been too stubborn to get off her knee, feeling the desperation of your hormones haunt you ever since. The thought of getting yourself off in front of the girl you hated so much made you squirm. The thought of someone walking in and seeing such an illustrative sight would've sent you into a frenzy.
But all of these thoughts dispersed at the sight of Katie in front of you, leaning against the mirror with her signature smirk. You reeled in the jumper she was wearing that hit the veins and muscles of her arms you always looked at during games. You noticed the crumple of her trousers, where you had inevitably been. Her hair was sweaty, her cheeks tinted at the sight of your unruliness. It made you repent. It made you want Katie even more.
“I want you.” You stated matter of factly, walking forward so that you were standing in between her legs.
“Do you now?” She looked down at you possessively, pretending to be in deep thought.
You nodded. She leaned in, taking hold of your chin. “Beg for it, Baby.”
She moved down from her place on the counter, dragging you to face the mirror. Pushing your hips against the cool marble surface, you watched as Katie caged your figure, sucking gently on your shoulder, taking her sweet time to reach your preexisting hickeys.
“Please, Katie, I need you so bad.” You whined, feeling her hips grind into you from behind. “I need you, you— you make me feel so good. Want you really bad.”
“Mhm, what else, baby?” She continued to place wet, sloppy kisses up your neck, licking across the new bruises, smirking at the mess she was turning you into.
“Wanna feel you inside of me. Wanna cum so hard from your fingers and your mouth, everything. Just want you to touch me, use me. Please use me, Baby, I‘ll do anything.”
The nickname she had been calling you fell from your lips before you had the chance to stop yourself. You knew that Katie would never let you live this down, but, for utterly selfish reasons, you made sure your voice was extra whiny, extra innocent, hoping your plea would help you get off.
Katie stopped kissing you, turning you around and smashing her lips up against yours. You knew your begging had worked when her fingers worked their way back into your underwear. When she entered two of her fingers this time, you weren't surprised at the lack of warning. Instead, you relished the feeling of pleasure shivering through your body. You moaned as her knuckles grazed over your clit, her hips pushing her further into the counter, making you lean back on your elbows.
“Bent back for you, Baby.” You moaned, hoping she’d keep going if you were louder. “I want to be— wanna be good.”
“That's it, nice and loud for me. Wanted me so bad you needed to beg. Good girls get rewards; don't they, baby girl?”
You groaned as she pounded into you relentlessly, her spare hand holding your hips in place as you neared your high. Katie felt your walls clench around her fingers, the wet juices of your arousal squelching in and out, coating Katie’s fingers. The sound of your wetness, alongside your moans, echoed throughout the bathroom, earning Katie to groan and the smell of sex surrounding you two.
“I’m— close.” You chocked out, feeling your clit grow sensitive as Katie’s knuckles pinched it hard.
Katie groaned, the sight of her head falling back bringing you to the brink of falling over the edge. “Ask nicely.”
“Please, Baby, I need to so bad. Want to cum around your fingers, please? Please, Baby.”
“Be a good girl for me, baby girl. Let it out. Show me who makes you feel this way.”
You felt Katie thrust into you harder and faster, causing you to let go of the pent-up climax closing in on you.
She continued to hit your G-spot deeply as you rode out your high, feeling your orgasm leak all over her fingers and into her hand. You cried out at the relief of it all, trying to catch your breath by settling into your elbows. You found Katie watching you recover, her lips swollen and eyes fully blown in euphoria at the sight of you post-sex. Her hair was messier than before, her smirk widening as you tried to stand up properly, whining when your legs violently shook.
She kissed the alcove of her neck, taking off her jumper to reveal a vest that displayed her arms in the perfect way.
“Should've taken that off before.” You managed to breathe out, accepting the way Katie scooped you up onto the counter, grabbing tissue paper and running it underwater, letting you fix your clothes up. You did this by putting your shirt back on and fixing your underwear.
“Put that jumper on.” She muttered, moving over to you, using her hands to open your legs. She began to clean up your thighs, which had been covered in sweat and arousal that couldn't have been concealed underneath your short skirt.
“Why?” You sighed at the cool temperature of the tissue, turning the top half of your body to face the mirror, nearly choking on air when you saw the number of hickeys decorating your neck.
“Oh my fucking god, Katie. I've got training tomorrow!”
Katie straightened up after cleaning you, flushing the tissue down the toilet. She walked up to stand between your legs, smiling at the bruises littering your neck and chest.
“Will Fleming be there?”
You scoffed, observant of the way Katie rubbed your thighs. “Obviously.”
“Then I've done my job well.”
You tried to hide your smile by picking up your phone, eyes bulging when you saw the missed calls from Kyra.
Now you were fucked.
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Dinner Rush
Katie McCabe x fem!reader
SMUT 18+
a/n- honestly this is half assed, im sorry if it’s bad😭
“Baby, when is the team going to be here?” Katie shouts from the other side of the house doing god knows what as you make sure everything is ready for dinner.
“In about 15 minutes!” You yell back, stacking all the plates and bringing them to the dining table before making your way back to the counter, wiping down the surface to make sure it’s all clean.
You jump when you feel two arms wrap around your waist, not hearing the Irish girl approaching you. Her chin rests on your shoulder, laying sweet pecks along your face and neck, but quickly her innocence turns sour when she bites at your ear lobe and whispers, “15 minutes is plenty of time.”
Her hand reaches under your shirt, dragging up to your bare chest, kneading at the skin. Right as you’re about to protest, the words die at the tip of your tongue when you feel something poking you from behind. The brunette feels your sudden stop, making her chuckle at your reaction.
“Surprised?” Katie asks, going back to kissing your neck while her hands remain under your shirt.
When her teeth sink into your skin, you’re out of your sudden trance, shaking your head. “Katie, we can’t do this right now. The team is going to be here in a few minutes.” You remind, continuing to wipe the counter, acting as if the defender’s touch didn’t turn you on even if you’re wiping the same spot you have cleaned over 4 times already.
“Please, gorgeous. These leggings you have on have been drivin’ me crazy!” She pleads while her hands trail back up to your chest, stopping right under your breasts. “You want to be my good girl, don’t ya?” Her words make you squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath in.
“We have to be quick.”
That’s all it took for her to swiftly pull down her pants then yours, eager to fulfill her hourly daydreams. You gasp when the cold air hits your core, but you’re more focused on the way Katie’s fingers roll and tug at your nipples as she places sloppy kisses under your jaw.
A few minutes pass of her riling you up before she finally slides her finger over your slit, collecting your arousal to see how wet you are and taking it into her mouth, licking her digit clean. She lets out a hum in satisfaction while you continue to stay bent over, your arms keeping you stabilized on the top of the counter.
Katie rubs the tip of the strap over your clit, causing you to moan quietly. “You’re already drenched for me, darling. I bet you’re happy I asked.” You can hear the smirk in her voice from the cockiness.
“Baby, we’ve only got like 7 minutes, 5 if they plan on heading here early.” You pant, in a rush to cum and also to not get caught by the people you have to see all the time.
Without a word, Katie slips into you at a medium pace, shocking you and causing you to let out a moan mixed with a hiss. Her hands grab your hips and begin to move you back and forth, bottoming out with each thrust, the toy being bigger than you expected.
Once she hears your whines get needier, she speeds up, making the sound of your skin slapping together echoing through the empty house. Her hands leave your hips but she doesn’t stop her thrusts, instead, she grabs both your wrists and tugs your arms behind your back, causing your chest to fall on the cold surface of the counter. From before, your shirt remains held over your breasts so your hard nipples rub against the cold marble, dragging with each thrust and giving you more pleasure.
“Mm, you’re so good to me. Letting me use you when I need it even if it’s your fault in the first place.” She rasps, pounding harder but continuing at the same fast pace.
“K-Katie-“ Your sentence is cut off when a particularly hard thrust hits a good spot in you which makes a booming moan escape your lips.
“What was that, gorgeous?” Katie moves both of your wrists into one hand and uses her free one to tuck the hair falling over your face behind your ear. The defender almost falls apart when she sees your cheek smushed down onto the counter with drool leaking out your mouth from her fucking you dumb.
“I’m close. P-Please just rub my clit.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” Her hand reaches down, pressing three fingers over the bundle of nerves, rubbing it perfectly for you to get off.
When she hears the noises coming out of your mouth get louder, she knows your close, so she somehow speeds up even more which tilts you over the edge. One of your legs pops up and rubs against her leg just from your orgasm making your muscles spasm. She lets go of your arms and kisses you all over your back, helping you calm down from the quick intenseness.
“I’m going to pull out now, okay?” You nod your head, signaling for her that you’re ready. Katie unbuckles the toy, dropping it on the floor next to her so she can help you stand up. When she does, your body flops into hers while your arms wrap around her, embracing her in a weak hug which makes her chuckle. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” She lifts you onto the counter, you flinching from your bare bottom touching the cold surface.
When she’s done wiping up the mess between your legs, she helps you down and brings you into her body. Her lips latch onto yours for the first time within this encounter, sucking at your bottom lip. Mid-make-out, you both jump away from one another when the sound of the doorbell and several knocks rumble through the house. You both look at each other with wide eyes and speed up to clean up all the evidence.
“One minute!” You shout, pulling up your pants and getting the cleaning rag and spray to clean off the counter while Katie grabs the strap and runs to put it in your bedroom bathroom.
When she rushes back over to you, you both take in each other’s appearances and start to fix the other’s hair and clothes. The sound of knocking gets louder while the doorbell doubles in pattern.
“I don’t know how you got me to do this.”
“Luck of the Irish.” Katie winks, heading over to greet the girls while you walk with her, trying your best to act like nothing happened.
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warnings: absolute smutty filth, cunnilingus, dildos, strap ons, fluffiness
Katie clunked her way through the hallway, so incredibly desperate just to set her eyes on you. She had just gotten back from Ireland camp, and you were always the best part of returning. You made her feel at home, no matter where she was. The warmth of your smile, the way you made any room light up, the way your body felt against hers, the way you did absolutely everything to make Katie feel like she was as exceptional as you thought she was. She slung her bag down next to the front door, slipping her shoes off and toeing them onto the rack that you had put beside the door to try and organise Katie’s slightly excessive shoe collection.
You heard the front door closing behind her, and felt an overwhelming happiness wash over you. You waited patiently by the stove top, stirring the pot of Carbonara, one of Katie’s favourites, your dish almost done and ready for the two of you to sit down and eat. You always loved to welcome Katie home with a meal that reminded her of home, reminded her of family and memories with you. The carbonara was an old recipe of her mothers, that had been given to you when Katie had sustained an ankle injury and had been specifically yearning for her family and her mothers food. You’d tried your hardest to make the house as homey as possible, lighting candles all over your lounge room and kitchen, folklore playing faintly in the background, most of the lights turned down so that the house was nice and calm. It was always smartest to stimulate Katie as little as possible after camp, she was so tired, so overworked, so sore from the tireless work of captaining her team fearlessly, when she came home you tried to let her be as vulnerable with you as she needed.
You shivered a little bit when Katie’s arms wrapped around your waist, around one of her hoodies that she’d left you with as a reminder of her. She pressed her head into your neck, taking a deep breath of you, your scent, your warmth, your body, you. She could get drunk off of just your scent, off of your energy, you were absolutely everything to her, everything to her in every single universe.
“Smells good.”
Katie’s voice was a rumble against your neck, an almost silent murmur quietened by the skin her lips were pressed against. She pressed a litter of pecks across the skin, finding solace in the feeling of your golden skin.
“It’s almost done.”
Katie slipped her hands under her hoodie that you were wearing, there was nothing she loved more than seeing you in her clothes, you went from a 10 to an 11 when you chose to adorn one of her old Ireland hoodies or jerseys when you came to watch her play. She raked her hands up and down your hips, positively enraptured by the feeling of having you back in her arms. All of a sudden though, you pivoted on your heels, turning with wide eyes to look at Katie, one of your own hands dropping to grasp hers and drag it out from under the material, revealing something absolutely treacherous.
“What the fuck are these?”
Katie’s lip rose up into a smirk, the tips of her lips curving upwards as she studied the complete shock and horror that had washed over your face, your eyes searching her hands furiously as you took in Katie’s new addition.
“Whatcha talking about darl?”
You glared at Katie, pulling her hand up to her own face so she was forced to look at the monstrosities that were now attached to your girlfriend.
“Are you cheating on me?”
Katie’s face dropped at your accusation.
“Darling of course not, why would you ask that?”
Katie Irish drawl was heavy as she rushed to defend herself, you just glared back at her.
“Girlfriend code, we don’t do long nails, what the actual fuck are these?”
You glared at Katie’s bright green, glittery talons. They were quite pretty, you could admit that, but they were fucking long, and terrifyingly sharp looking, the square cut gel reflecting and staring back up at you like a wild animal about to attack.
“We all got them after the Albania game baby, to celebrate, what was I supposed to do?”
Your eyes widened in absolute shock and annoyance at your girl's puppy dog eyes.
“Say no, say that your girlfriend is going to make you sleep on the couch until you go and get them removed.”
Katie’s pout only grew bigger, her eyes positively shining as she bit her lip and frowned at you.
“Baby, are you scared that I can’t pleasure you without my hands?”
Your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes almost burst open with the implication from Katie’s words.
“If you think that I’m letting you anywhere near my pussy with those things as extremities than your fucking wrong McCabe, I’m serious about you sleeping on the couch until their removed from your body.”
Katie just rolled her eyes, wrapping her arms around your waist only for you to shake them off and turn back to the stove, returning to stirring the pasta and sauce mix in the pot.
“Baby, you are seriously doubting my abilities if you think that I rely on my fingers to make you happy.”
The sex when Katie got back from camp was incomparable, absolutely exquisite. The two of your bodies just connected, and when you’d been away from each other for extended periods of time re learning the feeling of each other's body was always unbeatable, there was a relaxed rhythm to it, something so incredibly beautiful and real about it. It was raw, sometimes there were tears, or sweet nothings whispered under the light of the stars and confessions of love. It was everything that the poets wrote about, everything that you heard about when your grandparents told you about falling in love with someone. That was why you felt so royally betrayed in this moment, you could never be mad at Katie for very long, even on the days she decided to be a complete dickhead, but right now you were pissed off and if Katie was smart she would have left you alone, but she decided to push it.
She entwined her hands around your waist, hanging them loosely below your hips and before you could protest, pressing her lips to your neck and beginning to suck on the skin. You froze at the complete shock from the sensation, there was nothing you wanted more than to give in, but the stubbornness in your veins wouldn’t allow you too. You shook Katie off of your body.
“The table is set, I’m about to plate up, go and sit down.”
Your verse was stern, almost mom-like, something that sent shivers down Katie’s spine and had her heading directly towards your dining table, in an uncharacteristically shy manner. She hated when she pissed you off, hated it even more when it was for particularly stupid reasons.
She wasn’t left by her lonesome for long, you followed her to the table fairly quickly, two bowls of pasta and garlic bread in your hands. You carried them like a waitress, a talent that Katie had never been sure how’d you’d acquired but she was grateful all the same. You placed her bowl down in front of her before taking your own seat, directly across from Katie.
“So, how was the flight?”
As much as you were ticked off with Katie, dinner was always a truce. It was the half an hour every night that the two of you had to yourselves, where you could talk about your day or the game or anything else that was going on. It was what you and Katie had agreed on when you’d gotten married, that no matter how hard either of your days had been, you would always sit down for dinner together.
“We had some turbulence, but it was fine.”
Katie was quick to tuck into her meal, she always was, you swore she was always hungry.
“How are you feeling, body, arm, head? I could have picked you up from the airport if you needed me too.”
You were constantly worried about Katie. As the Arsenal physio, and as her wife. You hated always being the worried wife on the sidelines, especially watching games like the Albania one were the conditions were anything but playable.
“I didn’t want to bother you, the tricep is sore and I have to go get scans tomorrow just to check that it hasn’t worsened any more.”
You nodded, you already knew that, you were Katie’s physio, you were consulted on all of her medical things but it comforted you somehow hearing anything come out of Katie’s mouth, you could spend hours just listening to her voice filling a room.
“You’d never bother me, better than you catching an uber or whatever.”
Communication with Katie was an ongoing work in progress, even years into your relationship she still struggled to voice her needs sometimes. She was just the kind of girl who always worried about everyone but herself, she was always obsessed with putting your needs above her own, and it drove you insane sometimes.
“It was fine, Lucy dropped me home. How have the pups been?”
You and Katie fell into comfortable conversation whilst you ate, talking about your work with the acl crew and Katie’s work with the Irish team, it was a comfortable lull, just pure interest between the two of you.
“I’ve set up a movie and snacks on the couch.”
The topic arose when the both of you had finished with dinner, Katie had tried to pick up the dishes but you refused, it was her night to relax and you were happy to deal with the dishes for one night.
Katie padded off to the lounge room and you rushed into the kitchen, rising off the dishes and sliding them into the dishwasher as quickly as humanly possible before jogging through to the living room to join Katie on the couch.
She welcomed you with open arms, draping the blankets over your body before clicking play on Happy Gilmore. You let Katie take the lead on wrapping her arms around you, her long strong arms enveloping you and making you seem like a dwarf in her arms.
You didn’t even make it through the starting credits before Katie’s hands started to roam, her nails travelling down from your hips, to your sweatpant covered thighs, then back up to your covered hips and ribs, slowly raking up and down. It was so slow that it was almost unnoticeable, especially underneath the fluffy blanket that the two of you were enjoying, but you felt it. You tried to ignore it, didn’t allow your body to react to Katie’s clear want, but when her hands made it to the inside of your thighs you couldn’t help but pivot from off of your ass, up onto your knees and straddling Katie’s hips.
“I told you no until those talons aren’t a part of you.”
You tried to keep your face as stern as possible, the voice you used with the girls on the team when you were working them through their pt plans in the gym.
“Baby, you can’t be serious, do you really think that I can’t please you without using my hands?”
You kept your face stern, even with the slightly taboo topic that Katie was broaching, that would normally have you breaking out into a fit of giggles or smiles.
“Katie, those things are fucking terrifying, what are they, one, two inches?”
You pulled her hands up again, measuring the lengths of her nails besides your own fingers, the extra extensions on her fingers almost being as long as the distance between your first knuckle and second one. It was terrifying, the kind of nails that drag queens wore. Katie and you had never had this issue, the both of you worked in professions that meant you couldn’t have long nails. Yours was personal preference, considering the amount of massages you gave every day it was just easier to keep your nails short, and normally Katie’s nails were short for football, so this problem had never arose, but now it was and it was horrific.
“Baby, there are things in our drawer that are far bigger, I never would have seen you as being scared of a little size, especially considering our dildo collection.”
You flushed at Katie’s cocky words, it was true, you weren’t exactly a stranger to bigger sized… toys, but her nails were hardly toys, they were fucking weapons.
“Katie I am not joking.”
She smirked from her position below you, a big broad grin that you so desperately wanted to kiss off of her face, but you kept your self restraint.
“But baby, I got you a new one whilst I was away, Ireland green like my nails.”
You shivered directly from your core, straight up to your spine, the trembles crossing across every bone and nerve in your body.
“Katie, go to your room.”
She rolled her eyes at your attempt at chastising her, she knew that you were on your last thread, so close to being tipped over the edge, she was so good at doing that, compromising you when you least wanted to.
“But baby, don’t you want to show me how good you can ride my dick?”
As soon as the words left her mouth you were a goner, and she knew it, she was so fucking cocky like that.
“Katie.”
Your words came out as a whine, something that Katie was slightly satisfied with but also took as her cue.
“What do you call me, baby? Don’t whine at me, you want me to show you how good I am without my hands? Then let me baby, let me treat your pussy so well and prove to you that I definitely don’t need my hands to please my wifey.”
Katie’s thick Irish accent was laid on so deep, just the way that made you drip from your core and everywhere.
“Daddy.”
This time you were rewarded by being silenced with her lips, her hips reaching upwards to meet your own, so she had the leverage to kiss you. It was a dominating kiss, one that Katie very quickly took control of, her tongue slipping into your mouth and brushing against the back of your mouth as she roughened the kiss and started to find rhythm in the movements against your lips. It was then, when you were at your very weakest that Katie’s hand reached up under your shirt, swiftly un-clipping your bra and her hands going directly to your nipples, toying with the metal bar almost immediately. It had been Katie’s idea for you to get them, and you happily agreed once you realised just how much it would please her. The process had been painful, and the recovery had been hell, but once they had healed they had easily become Katie’s favourite part of you. She loved every part of you, but absolutely no part of your body would compare to your boobs. One tug at the cold metal had you moaning openly into her mouth, it was almost embarrassing, the amount of control Katie had over you even from below you, but right now you weren’t really bothered, just completely obsessed with the feeling of having Katie’s undivided attention on you.
“Get up baby, let me get on my knees for you and show you exactly what this mouth can do.”
Katie removed her lips from your mouth pushing you up off of her hips so you were flung down onto the couch, Katie slipping off of the pillows and down onto the floor, directly onto her knees and not minding very much about the fact that her body seemed to ache a little bit more from her position. She didn’t waste any time thinking about her achy muscles though, instead getting straight to work and pulling your legs apart so she could sit in between your legs.
She reached for the hem of your sweatpants, finding absolutely zero pushback from you as you lifted up our hips to allow her to slip the pants and your thong out from under you. She was remwarded with the positively dripping sight of your pussy, your desire glistening all over your lips and the trimmed bush that covered your mound.
“So wet baby, and I haven’t even touched you, going to show you just how much I can do without these fingers.”
Katie’s hand snaked its way back up your stomach, finding it’s way back up to your boob and fondling it gently with her fingers and blunt nails. The sensation was amazing, something that you would never even dream of feeling.
“Katie please- just fucking do something.”
Katie’s eyes darted up to you, her head cocking at you.
“Baby, I know that you haven’t seen me in a few weeks, but that’s no way to ask me to help you out, you can either do it the nice way, and beg like a good girl, or you’ll get nothing at all.”
Katie’s spare hand fell to your thigh, kneading the skin gently with her thumb, looking up at you with patient eyes and a cocked eyebrow.
“Please daddy, please, please use your tongue on me and show me how good you can make me feel, please.”
Normally, when Katie was feeling like being a little bit tougher, when she was being calculated and cunning about riling you up she’d asked for more, but neither of you had the energy or patience for that, tonight just wasn’t one of the nights where you would do laps of teasing, tonight was about you having your brains fucked out by a very horny Katie.
“Such a good girl when you use your words, hmm?”
The feeling of Katie’s breath on your dripping warmth was incredible, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of her tongue connecting with your lips. Just because she didn’t feel like riling you up verbally didn’t mean that she wasn’t up to riling you up with her tongue, and she did just that. She started with the outside of your lips, her tongue flattening out to cover as much skin as possible, which should have been amazing, but it was nowhere near enough stimulation for you, and you told her as much with your hand securing on the roots of her ponytail and trying to direct her to the part of you that yearned for her the most.
Katie didn’t budge though, she was stubborn and didn’t let anyone boss her around in the bedroom, especially you. She pulsated her tongue against your skin, leaving you desperatw for more, and just when she began to feel your thighs clenching, seeking more, she finally met your pool of wetness.
You cried out in ecstasy, the sound of your moans filling your living room as your hands found whatever part of Katie, clutching onto her and holding on for dear life, enjoying the ride that was your pleasure high.
Katie’s tongue moved back and forth from your hole and sensitive bud, her intensity and approach changing between the two spots as she towed you closer to the edge, your moans and clenching hole a clear sign of the ecstasy cloud that you were approaching. Just as your moans started to get breathier, and your legs started to tighten around Katie’s head, did she remove her mouth. It was absolute agony for you, and you let her know with the annoyed cry that left your lips as soon as she lost contact with you.
“Fuck, Katie, fuck, not fair, was so close, fuck me.”
Katie smirked up at you, she knew that you wouldn’t love her for leaving you on the edge, but she also knew the two of you were far too tired to go for multiple rounds, and she wanted to rock your world in multiple ways before the both of you collapsed for the night, and if that meant depriving you of your orgasm once, then she wasn’t completely opposed.
“Go to the bedroom, strip on the bed, I think it’s about time I introduce you to our new friend.”
Even though you felt slightly legless on your fucked out body, you rushed off towards the master bedroom, terrified that if you took too long you would be robbed of whatever it was that Katie had planned for you. You flung her hoodie off and onto the floor of your bedroom, not really bothered whatsoever about the uncleanliness of your actions and more concerned with the wetness that was now dripping down your legs, a mixture of Katie’s slobber and your own arousal.
Just as you had climbed onto the bed, Katie sauntered in, and you swore that your eyes almost popped out of your head at the sight that you were gifted with, it was truly a picture worthy of being hung in the Louvre.
Your wife, standing butt ass naked in front of you, besides the deep Ireland green glittery dildo that was hanging from between her legs. You almost came just from the sight, a big lump developing in your throat as Katie strutted towards you. There was a lot to take in, the fact that she’d seemingly coordinated her nails with the dildo, or vice versa. The fact that it looked about two inches longer than anything you’d ever taken, and at least an inch wider, and the image that was Katie walking like a model on a runway directly to you. She had the cheshire grin plastered to her face, it only grew the closer she got to your bedside.
“Move, I want you to ride me, you can use the head board as support.”
You just nodded at her, like a complete goldfish as you shifted away from the pillows to allow her to take a seat against the head board, the dildo jutting up shamelessly from the spot between her legs.
“C’mon cowgirl, don’t make me wait.”
You jumped into action, climbing into Katie’s lap and hovering on top of the dildo, securing one of your hands on the edge of the headboard and one on Katie’s shoulder. It was then that she began to push you down onto the silicone dick, slowly impaling you on the bright green toy.
“Ngnh, fuck Daddy, so good, fill me up please.”
Katie could never say no to you, especially when you asked so politely, so she continued to ease you down onto the dick, allowing you to feel every single ridge and bump across the shaft and feel the stretch that your pussy was very quick to adjust to and accommodate.
It didn’t take much force from Katie to get you to take the whole dick, the centre of gravity doing most of the work to get you down and sat directly onto Katie. Once your pussy did suck in the whole thing, Katie allowed you to adjust for as long as you needed, her lips meeting your own in a bruising kiss that left both of your lips kiss swollen when you broke a part to begin moving.
Katie’s favourite position was having you ride her, there was something so personal about it, and she loved the reaction that it got from you.
Your knuckles turned ghost white as you began to slide up and down the length of Katie’s dildo, moans that were more sinful then the devil flowing freely from your mouth as you started to ride her and grind down against her hips. Katie just watched in awe and complete appreciation, the sight of you, an absolute sexual goddess of her dreams sliding up and down a glittery green dildo was something that she never would have even thought up in her wildest dreams. Your head thrown back in ecstasy, your long blonde locks flying in every which way as you began to ride out the high that you’d been so desperate for.
“Fuck-fuck, daddy can I cum? Please fuck, please can I cum all over your dick?”
Katie figured that she’d edged you once, and whilst she knew you could withstand far more than that, it wasn’t what either of you needed tonight, you needed tender kisses, sweet nothings, soft gestures that the two of you always shared after a little bit too long apart.
“Cum baby, I’ve got you.”
If your knuckles hadn’t already been white against the headboard then they whitened even further, complete overwhelming white that seemed to cloud your vision and put stars across your eyes as you shuddered in Katie’s arms, the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm washing over you and leaving you completely limp in her arms. Once you’d come down and the aftershocks had rid themself of your body Katie very gently lifted you up off of the toy and placed your boneless body down on the comforter beside her, slipping the harness of her hips quickly and then wrapping her arms directly around you, allowing you to waken from your haze in the warmth of her muscles and body.
“What did I say, I’m a woman of great talents even when my hands aren’t in use.”
Katie’s joke fell on almost deaf ears, your body to blissed out to even truly begin to acknowledge what she was saying to you.
“Shove it McCabe, unless you don’t want round two in the morning before you go to the nail salon then I’d move to cuddling your wife and telling her just how much you missed her and just what was going through your mind when you were buying that dildo.”
Katie’s face lit up, her arms lifting the cuvet over your bodies as she began to whisper all of rhe deep fantasies that had been playing through her mind in the time that you’d spent apart, fantasies that you were sure would be reenacted in the morning or tomorrow night after some much needed tlc.
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Last night | Part 1 | Katie McCabe | 18+ MDNI
Pairing: Katie McCabe x Arsenal!Reader
Prompt: "We need to talk about what happened last night."
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, alcohol consumption, fingering (R receiving), oral (K receiving), and some cursing.
Masterlist | Woso masterlist | words: 3.2k
Part 1 | Part 2
You ran towards Katie when the final whistle blew, jumping into your best friend’s arms in celebration. She spun you around, happy to be celebrating the team's win with you first. What the team had been working so hard for was finally a reality, you had won the Conti Cup. Everyone was overjoyed with the win, you went around hugging the rest of your teammates and shaking hands with your opponents as well. The celebration continued on the field along with the many Arsenal supporters in the stadium.
After celebrating the Conti Cup win on the field with, receiving your medals, and doing a final lap around the field to thank all the fans, the team continues their celebration in the locker room. Bottles of champagne were passed around, along with many plastic cups. The first few bottles weren’t drunk, they were shaken and sprayed over the team, or poured into the trophy. Once Katie started drinking the champagne from the trophy while the rest of the team was chanting “Chug, chug, chug!” You knew this evening was going to be a crazy celebration.
You open another bottle and start filling up the cups, while Leah and Kim start passing them around. Once everyone had a cup Kim started her captain's speech, saying how proud each and everyone should be of themselves for the way they’ve performed to get this result. You all raise your cups at the end of the speech and the music gets turned back on.
Eventually you all decide that it is time to move the celebrations somewhere else, so you each take a quick shower before heading back to the hotel to drop off your stuff. You find a bar close to the hotel and decide to head in, sitting down at a few tables. You were all close to tipsy from all the champagne, so it only took a few drinks to be fully tipsy.
You were sitting next to Katie in the booth, leaned into her side with her arm wrapped around you, while you were telling a story. It wasn’t surprising to your teammates to see the two of you so touchy with one another. All of your teammates had at one point or another been convinced that the two of you were dating, though never pushing much and just letting the two of you be when you said you were just best friends.
After a few more drinks you were starting to get drunk, along with many of your teammates. You head to the bathroom and when you get back, your seat on the bench had been taken by one of your teammates from a table over, so you walked over to Katie and sat down on her lap. She wraps one of her arms around your waist and places her other hand on your thigh, continuing the conversation she was having with Lotte.
When she’s done with her conversation she leans into you, “Come with me to get another round?” She says in your ear, her lips brushing against your cheek, causing you to shiver. Katie smirks at your reactions, but you didn’t see as you stood up already. You make your way to the bar and order another round for everyone, each taking a bar tray full of drinks back to your tables. The team cheers when you handout the new drinks.
The spot you previously occupied was empty again, so you decide to sit there again. Before you could do so though, Katie grabs your hand and pulls you back into her lap. You smile and wrap your hand around her shoulder. Katie’s hand landed back on your thigh once more, and she started absentmindedly moving her fingers to draw shapes on it. She turned your way to ask you a question, but it fell on deaf ears, she followed your eyes down to her hands and smirked again. She lifted her hand from your thigh up to your chin and moved your head up gently, making your eyes lock. You stare into her eyes and feel your heart beating faster in your chest.
Katie looks down at your lips before looking up at your eyes again, seeing you doing the same. You feel her lean in closer to you, but before her lips reach yours, she moves them towards your ear to whisper something to you again, “Wanna go back to the room?” You bite your lip and nod eagerly. The two of you say bye to your teammates before heading out into the cold air of the night. Katie wraps her arm around your shoulder, as you wrap yours around her waist, making your way back to the hotel. You press the elevator button for the fifth floor, the two of you having shared rooms at Arsenal for years now, so there was no question to which room you were going.
When you turned away from the elevator buttons your face was inches away from Katie’s. Just as you started leaning in, the elevator dinged and the doors opened on the first floor, and a group of people entered. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you leaned back again. Katie reached out for your hand and gave it a quick squeeze. You watch the numbers on the elevator go up, until finally you reach the fifth floor, moving past the other people, you reach the hallway. Where the both of you start giggling, Katie pulls you towards your shared room and quickly opens the door with her keycard.
Once inside she leaves no room for further interruption and closes the door behind you, placing her hands on your hips and pushing your back up against the door. Your hands instantly reach to her cheeks as you pull her face closer and finally crash your lips together. The alcohol in your system removes any doubt from your mind about taking this step with the woman that has been your best friend for many years. Katie kisses you back instantly and moves her hands up your sides. A soft moan escapes your lips at the contact, which Katie uses to deepen the kiss. You remove one of your hands from her cheek and let it travel down Katie’s back, settling at her lower back and pulling her in closer.
Katie lifts up your hoodie and lets her fingertips explore the newly exposed skin. Breaking the kiss momentarily to see if you were still okay with what you were doing, a silent question answered by a simple nod. She kisses your lips more gently now, before she moves her lips to your cheek, and starts moving her lips further down. She starts leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, starting soft but when she hears you whimper she starts kissing harder, sucking on your skin. Your hands make their way over to the hem of her crewneck, moving your hands over her bare back. Something that you wanted to feel more of, so your hands make their way down again and start pulling the shirt up by the hem, and throwing it to the side. You lock eyes with Katie after you pull the shirt off of her, her eyes were filled with lust, and you were sure that yours were too. She takes the moment to take off your sweater as well, hands instantly reaching out to trail over the newly exposed skin. Katie leans in and reconnects your lips.
As hot as Katie having you pinned against the hotel door was, you were eager to make your way over to the bed. So, you push back against her, at first she pushes you back against the wall, wanting to keep her dominance but as soon as your hand moves up her stomach and finds its way to her boob the wall breaks and you’re able to push her back towards the bed. On your way over, you unclasp her bra and throw it to the side like the hoodie. “Fuck, you are beautiful.” You say, letting your eyes trail over her body. As the back of her legs meet the bed and she falls back onto it, she grabs you by your waist, and takes you down with her.
You continue kissing her, as you straddle her waist, her hands moving up and down your thighs. Your hands reach up to her boobs, as your lips make their way down from her neck, to her collarbone, down her chest, where your lips meet her boob. You start leaving open mouth kisses on her boob, while you’re massaging the other with your hand. Katie tangles her fingers into your hair and pulls you closer, needing more. You smirk at her neediness and take her nipple into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, before you start sucking on her nipple. Katie moans loudly at the new sensation.
Katie craved more and was determined to get it, she started by unclasping your bra and tossing it to the side, her hands moving over your back a few times before flipping the both of you, so that she was on top now. Her hands exploring your body, following the trail with kisses down to your stomach. While her lips stay on your lower stomach her hand moves down your legs and up at your inner thighs. After a couple of times moving her hand up and down your inner thighs, she has you bucking your hips for more contacts. “Please, Katie.” You make out between heavy breaths.
She gives into your pleas easily as she wants this just as much as you do. Wrapping her fingers around the hem of your pants, swiftly ridding you of both your pants and your underwear. Her hand replaces her lips on your inner thigh, while she trails her kisses back up your body. Lips connecting in a desperate kiss, needing her so much. Moaning into the kiss as her fingers slide through your folds, your slick coating her fingertips before she starts circling your clit slowly. Katie leans back and watches the way your eyes fall shut, and the way you let your head fall back in pleasure.
Katie was intoxicated by the way your face reacted to her every move. She realized you weren’t very talkative or loud but she didn’t care one bit, loving the way she could see the pleasure you were feeling on your face, and hearing it by the soft whimpers and moans leaving your lips. Her eyes stayed locked on your face when she slipped one of her fingers into your core, her movements starting slow but gradually moving in and out at a faster pace at the sight of your pleasure. After adding a second finger, she starts curling her fingers to hit all the right places. Your breathing starts getting more irregular, and your moans fall from your lips more frequently. Katie can feel you nearing your orgasm and starts kissing your neck again, while continuing her pace with her fingers. Her lips make their way to your earlobe, sucking on it gently before whispering in your ear, “Come for me, baby.” Feeling your walls tighten around her fingers, she knew you were close. You open your eyes at her voice, cumming instantly at the sight of her darkened, lust filled, eyes. “That’s it, baby.” She whispers as she helps you ride out your high.
You’re still recovering from the amazing orgasm Katie just gave you, when your eyes meet hers again, and you watch as she puts her fingers in her mouth, sucking them clean off your slick, before she leans down and kisses you again. Faintly tasting yourself on her lips, giving you an instant energy boost as you flip her over, eager to taste her.
Where you were rather quiet, Katie was quite the opposite, moaning out your name loudly as you tongue was lapping at her folds, sucking on her clit and making her feel all kinds of pleasure. You were grateful for leaving the team celebration early, knowing that these hotel walls didn’t do much to dampen the noises coming from the girl underneath you. Katie comes hard as you continue to suck on her clit, you lap up her juices before kissing your way up to her lips, collapsing into her arms.
You didn't realize you had fallen asleep until you got brutally woken up by someone knocking on your door and yelling, “Wake up, we have to check out in fifteen minutes.” Shit you thought, “Got it.” You yell back. You look over to Katie who magically didn't wake up from the loud noise. You realized you were laying in the same bed, and weren't wearing any clothes. That's when the events of last night start rushing back. You push the thoughts back, knowing you didn't have time to properly process them right now.
“Katie, you have to wake up.” You nudge her, “Come on, we have to be out of here in fifteen minutes.” Realization for Katie hits too as she slides out of bed and isn't wearing any clothes. “Wow that was real.” You hear Katie say under her breath, the woman clearly having thought that what happened last night was a dream. Your mind wants to start racing again, what did last night mean? But you shake your head, no time. You both quickly get dressed and throw all your belongings into your duffel bags. You're about to put on your Arsenal crewneck when Katie speaks up, “Switch with me.” She says throwing her Arsenal hoodie your way. Gesturing to your neck, “Sorry about that.” She blushes, you grab your phone to see what she means. Your eyes widen, taking the hoodie and throwing her your crewneck.
Once everything is packed you ask for Katie’s keycard, “I'll check us out.” She nods, “Thanks, I'll see you on the coach.” Grabbing both your duffels. After checking out you head to the coach, looking around to find Katie, who you usually sat with. You found her sitting next to Lotte, her eyes met yours and she mouths a ‘sorry’ in your direction. Nodding in understandment, realizing the seating wasn’t related to what happened last night, you continued walking until you found an empty seat next to Leah. “Mind if I join you?” Leah stands letting you have the window seat. Your phone dings when you sit down, it was a text message from Katie.
Katie: There were no double seats left…
Y/n: I figured, it’s okay.
You pocket your phone, and place your bag at your feet. “Are you alright, mate? We missed you and McCabe at breakfast.” Leah asks, her voice laced with a little bit of worry. “Yeah, I’m fine, thanks Leah. We just forgot to set an alarm last night.” Leaving out the reason why you forgot, still needing to process that for yourself. Leah grabs her bag and starts digging around, eventually pulling out a protein bar. “Here, eat this.” You thank her and open up the bar right away. When you finish the bar you get out your headphones and connect them to your phone, opening up Spotify, you click a random playlist, usually Katie would start a group session for the both of you and you’d listen to the music that she put on.
You open your messages again, after another notification from Katie showed up. It was the link to a Spotify group session followed by a question mark. Smiling down at the simple yet meaningful message, you press the link to join. You stare out of the window, trying to get your thoughts in order, while mindlessly moving your fingers over the number fifteen that’s embroidered on Katie’s hoodie that you’re wearing.
When you arrive back at the Emirates, everyone walks over to the conference room for a debriefing on the match that you played yesterday. Before you can entering the room, Katie grabs your arm and pulls you to the side. “I know that now isn’t the time but we need to talk about what happened last night. I understand if you are not ready for that yet, so I just wanted to check if you still wanted me to drive you home after this. If not, I can get one of the girls to do it, no questions asked.” You appreciated her thoughtfulness. “I agree, we do need to talk about it. Maybe you can come over instead of just dropping me off at home? If you are ready to talk about it too, of course.” You agree to talk then and head into the conference room together, sitting side by side at the back of the room.
As always, Katie drove you back home. A tradition you started years ago, when you had just moved to London and didn’t have a car of your own yet. Now you had a car but always enjoyed Katie’s presence before the matches and tournaments. It had become part of your pre-game ritual, her picking you up and jamming to whatever music was playing. This time however, the drive was silent other than the radio playing.
“Do you want something to drink?” You ask her when you walk into your apartment. “No, thank you.” You sit in silence for a moment, both thinking of how to start the conversation. Katie is the first to speak up. “Okay, I’m just going to start talking, and you can stop me whenever.” She takes a deep breath before continuing. “I want to start off by saying that however you are feeling about what happens is valid, and if you don’t feel the same way about it as I do, it will not change anything between us. You are too important to me to let anything come in between what we have. That being said, the only thing I regret about last night is that it happened drunk. I’ve been wanting to do that for so long, and I guess I needed the liquid courage to put aside all the doubts of it messing up our friendship, which again is something I really do not want to happen.” Her eyes stay fixed to her hands in her lap. “I guess next time you’ll just have to do it without the alcohol in your system then, because I feel the exact same way.” Her eyes shoot up to yours, smiling wide, knowing that her feelings were reciprocated.
Katie reaches out her hand and places back a fallen strand of hair back behind your ear, before leaning in and kisses your lips. Last night's kisses had been amazing but this one topped them all. It was slow, and full of passion and meaning. Before the kiss can turn into more Katie’s stomach starts growling, reminding you both of the lack of breakfast in your systems. You both laugh at the loud interruption and put your foreheads together. “How about we continue this later, and go out for some food first?” Katie’s eyes light up, “Are you asking me out on a date?” You peck her lips, “Yes, yes I am.” You change clothes quickly and head out for your first date with Katie.
Continue reading part 2
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Leah Williamson x reader
plot: y/n y/l/n is Chelsea royalty, a royal that is holding one big secret. (lets also pretend Leah never got injured)
warning: suggestion of smut, lust, angst, kinda long
It's derby day and you were lined up in the tunnels you were behind Sam who held a straight face, but you were secretly searching for a certain blonde, and when you did she sent a silent smirk which you rolled your eyes at. 'Good luck' you mouthed and she sent a wink back 'You too' she mouthed and you both smiled, thankfully not getting noticed by anyone (or so you thought) Sam slightly nudged you gaining your attention.
"What?" you asked and she looked at you "you good?" she asked and you nodded "always" and the Australian smiled slightly "good then".
You furrowed your brows at your teammate who was silently laughing to herself "I see your shoulders shaking Sam what is it?" you asked and she turned around to you and nudged her head towards Arsenal vice-captain "I just wanna see what type of scrimmage you and Williamson come up with today" she shrugged and you laughed "last time was hilarious, then at the club later when she went up to you- hilarious, you left after though before we could rip into you" Sam laughed a bit more "yeah I just got really tired" you told her.
You did not go home that night.
"This is so wrong" you breathed out as the blonde kissed down your neck, her hands roaming around your hips "Oh yeah?" Leah rebutted as she lifted her head up, she didn't lean back as your lips were practically connected.
"Then stop me."
You wanted to stop her, your clubs were rivals and you were both never going to leave said clubs. But with the way her breath was fanning over your neck you lost all control.
"Don't stop"
A confident smile spread over the blonde as she brought her lips to yours again, it was passionate like she thought it was never going to happen again.
But unfortunately, it did, again, again and again.
That's when you two decided to go on secret dates, movies with hoodies on that were immediately taken off when you got home to her apartment.
Then you two had almost gotten caught.
It was at training, you had dropped your house keys that now had an added key for Leah's apartment and Jessie Fleming picked them up for you, noticing that there were more keys than usual.
"1, 2 and 3 oh my goodness y/n/n who's house does this key belong to!" she half shouted which gained some of the team's attention as you blushed "my parents moved" you quickly came up with an excuse as you grabbed the keys from Jessie's hands "and I'm going to see them tonight" you pointed her brows at her which made her drop the situation.
"you never have anything fun happening in your life" she pouted before turning away, earning a laugh from the team.
oh only if she knew.
You weren't the only one in the relationship that had almost gotten caught, Leah had once too.
"Leah that girl has been checking you out for twenty minutes now, go talk to her" Katie told the blonde who chuckled, not even looking at the 'admirer' before answering "not my type" she shrugged and Katie gasped.
"You're seeing someone!" she accused, her Irish accent shining through.
"No, I am not" Leah scoffed "Then go talk to the girl" Caitlin piped up as she leaned into Katie, the Irish girl wrapping her free arm around the Australian's waist.
That's what Leah wanted, she knew you yearned for it too.
"And lead her on, no thank you" Leah laughed before walking past the couple. "I'm going home" she announced with a smile before walking out to get into a cab to yours.
Months of secrecy and now your clubs were to vs again. A rough tackle by Leah last time and your 'valid' reaction were what got you two red-carded at your last game and what now led you both to a secret relationship...weird now that you think about it.
When the game started Leah was on the other side as Jonas put her in an attacking position for the first half.
Arsenal was winning and you cursed to yourself, you were a competitive person and obviously wanted to win but it didn't look to good for the blues.
You had chances to score but their goalkeeper was good today which even made you angrier "fuck" you whispered as Manu saved another one of your shots "she's never this good" you whispered to Sam who nodded "someone must've lit a fire under her ass"
Your head immediately whipped to Leah who had a great big smile on her face, you knew if anyone could whip anyone into shape it was her.
The first half ended and you were stuck in the changing room with a yelling Emma, usually her speeches were helpful but today you just wanted to exit the building.
"y/l/n!" Emma called out and you brought your head from your hands "top right corner" she said "never seen her jump higher than there" she pointed out and you nodded.
When you went out you noticed that Leah had been put as a defender, your defender.
You didn't know whether to say hi, ignore her or to switch with Sam secretly but your legs weren't working with your brain as you now stood next to her.
"You good?" she asked as she stared at the Stadium around her "not now" you muttered and she nodded "valid".
Leah wasn't stupid, she had versed you before you had become an item, she knew you were competitive and she was too which is why you had both been avoiding the game.
The siren rang and you were both running Leah wanted a clean sheet and you wanted to get your name on the board.
It wasn't long till Lauren passed the ball to you and your dribbled down the right side, getting ready to attempt the ball top corner before a foot came under you, pushing you to the floor.
Usually in other games, Leah would leave you to the floor but this time she held out her hand "c'mon baby" she whispered as you grabbed her hand and winced once you put your body weight on your ankle.
"Off her Williamson" Lauren ran over and pushed her but you stepped in front of Leah protectively "she helped me up, we're good" you said as Lauren lifted her brows at you.
Something had changed, every player on the ground could see it, usually you and Leah were at each others throats on the ground and now you were helping each other up and protecting each other.
The game ended and you both went off to your own teams, you stayed to yourself, not in the mood to talk to anyone but you did notice the lingering stares of your team mates.
You were angry, you lost and all your team could think about was your act of kindness.
"Can I not be nice?" you asked loudly "Not to Arsenal" someone piped up and you rolled your eyes "fucking christ" you muttered and Sam stood up "It was just different, you weren't helping up your defenders at Spurs what's different about Leah?" she asked and you turned to your locker.
This didn't go un noticed by your team mates as Millie Bright stepped closer "What's different about Leah?" she asked again with genuine concern "y/n?"
"Because I liker her and we're dating" You shut her off and turned back to your locker, folding your clothes with more forced as the whole team looked at you.
When you drove home after the game you were surprised to see Leah sitting at the couch with a wine in hand and another glass for you on the table.
"I did something stupid" she told you and you nodded "me too" you sighed and plumped down onto the couch "who wants to share first?" Leah joked and you looked down at your thumbs "I told the team" you admitted and slowly looked at Leah, scared of her reaction.
You were very surprised to see a smiling Leah.
"Why are you smiling?" you asked and she laughed "I told my team too!" she revealed as she laughed "god we're both stupid"
"How'd the team react?" you ask and she took a sip of wine "gave me shit but then told me they already knew, apparently I left my snap maps on and Jen found me being here a few many times"
"How'd Chelsea react?"
"Told me it was about time I had something interesting in my life" you laughed before you turned to Leah.
"at least we don't have to be so secret anymore"
"next the media?" she guessed
"oh tik toks already blown up" you laughed.
That's how you both spent your night, cuddling on the couch and laughing at tik toks that were made of the game and your interactions.
"they're good" Leah realized
"they don't miss a thing"
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Could you do a smut fic with Katie McCabe possibly about reader and Katie swapping shirts and doing it in the changing rooms. Katie likes seeing her name on your back whilst you do it
𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙨 - 𝙠.𝙢𝙘𝙘𝙖𝙗𝙚
warnings: smut. 18+ under the cut.
reader is captain of aus during the world cup.
caitlin and katie aren’t together in this.
a/n: not my best work 🤦🏼♀️ but fiwb
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it was a brutal game against ireland, fouls being committed everywhere.
and by everywhere i mean katie maccabe.
going up against the captain wasn’t easy by any means, she was the most determined defender in the pitch and was not afraid to slide into tackles.
i wasn’t any less determined, but as the opposing captain and a striker, i was typically the one on the end of her tackles.
however by the end of the first half, australia had already gained three goals. one scored by me and the other two assisted by me.
clearly that didn’t set katie in a good mood and she was even worse on the pitch then before. it wasn’t just me she’d been targeting before, going up against caitlin and mary. but now it was just me. i hit the ground about three times within ten minutes, all courtesy of katie.
when i was thrown over again and i looked up to see katie at fault, that was my final straw.
“what the hell was that? you could seriously injure me if you keep going.”
“woah, calm down there, y/n. just trying to do my job.”
her thick irish accent coating her words while her eyes bore into mine made it harder to comeback. so i stood there for a second, fuming in silence while katie had a ridiculous smirk on her face.
the game moved on with no card and australia did end up winning four - nil.
when the final whistle blew and everyone was celebrating, i walked over to katie.
“good game.”
i held out my hand to shake. the irish captain looked at me then my hand. when she finally shook it, she spoke up.
“we should swap shirts.”
that was all she said, leaving it up to me to decide.
“sure.”
i lifted my arms up above my head, bringing my shirt up and off my body with it. i could feel katie’s eyes on my abdomen, just trailing along the muscles. it was only when i had held mine out to her that she snapped out of her stupor and took hers off too.
my eyes naturally found her abs, memorising the ripple when she lifted her arms.
we handed over our shirts to each other, putting on the opposing colour. it didn’t feel natural, wearing the bright green of ireland, but i was willing to wear it for katie.
she had slipped on the golden-yellow of mine and the camera man had walked over to get a picture of us. so we stood together, motioning to the shirts as the poses.
when we parted, i shook her hand again, before walking back to my team.
we all made a lap around the stadium, signing things and some of my teammates gave out their own shirts, but i kept the green one to myself. when we made it back to the tunnel, the ireland players were nowhere to be found, having gone back down the tunnel earlier. my team traipsed ahead of me, all celebrating the crucial win.
but then someone grabbed my wrist and tugged me in the opposite direction.
turns out, that person was katie. still wearing my shirt from earlier, she tugged me into the irish changing rooms. no one was in the room, apparently all having left the stadium earlier.
“they aren’t here. coach took everyone back to the hotel. i said i had someone to see.”
katie spoke up, noticing my hesitation.
she tugged me further in, then skinning me round and pinning me against the door.
“my name on your back does things you can’t imagine to me, love.”
“katie-”
“you have no idea how much i want to kiss you right now.”
“so do it.”
she was taken aback by my sudden response to her less-than-professional words. but, without second thoughts, she dove right in and pressed her lips against mine.
they were soft, but desperate, against my own. she ran her tongue across my bottom lip, asking permission. i instinctively opened my own lips and katie wasted no time slipping her tongue into my mouth.
i let out a small whine, somehow begging katie to do something more.
she lifted her knee to press against my crotch, giving me the smallest amount of pressure where i needed it most.
her action elicited a moan from me, had me begging for more.
“please katie, touch me.”
a smirk grew on her face, and there was now a fire in her eyes, like she was hungry. she slid her hands down to my waist, tugging down my shorts and underwear.
her fingers trailed down to my thighs, spreading them slightly then dipped a finger into my folds. she dragged it through my wetness before bringing it back up to her mouth where she sucked off the juices.
“katie.”
i groaned at her, she sure was taking her time.
“patience, love.”
with that, she slipped her fingers back down to my dripping folds. almost immediately she pushed inside me and set a steady pace.
she started off slow, thrusting in and out, letting me get used to the intrusion. then she sped up, flexing her bicep muscles while adding another finger.
i was moaning at the full feeling of her fingers inside me, hips rocking to meet katie’s thrusts.
“faster katie, please.”
“as you wish, princess.”
she sped up even further, adding her thumb to bump against my clit which sent me into overdrive.
“katie, katie i’m cumming-”
and with that i’d already been pushed over the edge.
katie slowed her thrusts to help me down from my high, licking her fingers clean when she pulled out.
“we should do this again sometime, princess.”
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MISS AUSTRALIA (PART ONE)
Katie Mccabe x Aussie!Chelsea! Reader
Warnings: Smut 18+, praise kink, angry sex, dom! Katie, sub! Reader, enemies, coarse language, Chelsea mentions, little age gap.
A/N — I know Mackenzie wasn't at Camp but let's just skip past that :)
Masterlist
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The game against Arsenal had been a complete disaster. No one could've prepared you for the monstrosity it turned out to be.
Two days before the long-awaited London Derby, you were in Canada alongside your fellow Australian teammates, basking in the double defeat against your Chelsea teammates Jessie Fleming, Ashleigh Lawrence, and the Canadian National Team. To be fair, it hadn't been all that bad. Some Canadian fans were dubbing it ‘revenge’ after the World Cup, but a friendly was hardly much vengeance in your eyes. They had beaten your B team with their A team, and you had only played the second game alongside the usual starters like Steph, Hayley and Alanna.
By the end of the second game, you had swapped shirts with Jessie, who smothered you in forehead kisses and walked alongside Ashleigh for the lap around the stadium. Steph and Caitlin joined shortly after, both of their jackets covering their sports bras; they had given their jerseys away.
Soon enough, Kyra filtered over. You poked your tongue out to the girl, who giggled and reciprocated the actions before hugging your waist. Dozens of fans banked against the barricade, holding out signs and jerseys to sign. Phones stacked on top of hands reached out as the group of you travelled around the loop. You still had a firm hold on Kyra as you peeled your shirt off, handing it to a little girl with big, bulky glasses. You signed her poster, took a photo, and thanked her before waving goodbye. Your boots had been cuffed and peeling after a nasty tackle by your opponent, so you didn't waste any time in unlacing them and passing them over to a pair of twin girls, who hugged each other and cried at the notion.
Steph and Caitlin mingled with their respected fans while you and Kyra continued to use markers and pens to sign anything that was within arm’s reach.
“Oi, y/l/n!” Caitlin called out, your head turning toward the girl who stood a few feet away. “C’mere, look at this.”
Kyra waddled beside you as you made your way over to where Caitlin had pointed. You couldn't help but notice the slight huddle of fans that had accumulated in that spot, several cameras filming the interactions with cheeky smiles decorating everyone’s faces.
You caught sight of the massive poster, reading it with a blank expression, knowing the cameras were trying to catch your reaction. The sign was coloured in red and blue, with a photo of you on one side, and none other than Katie McCabe on the other. You tried hard to conceal the scowl on your face, hiding behind a sly smirk. You ran your hand over the writing: ‘YELLOW CARD DERBY’
It was no secret that both you and McCabe had a notorious reputation for receiving yellow cards from referees. It was a running joke in the Football community, starting from when you had your debut for the Matildas at fourteen, against Ireland. Katie had gotten a card that game too, both of you receiving it for tackling one another. You played for Sydney FC before you moved to Chelsea, playing your debut match against Arsenal six months after your seventeenth birthday.
Katie had been sent off that match for nearly breaking your ankle, a red displayed in the air before she stopped off with a heated scowl across her face. You knew of her reputation from International games, recalling the older woman as an aggressive little shit that hated you for no reason.
London Derbys started to become all the more heated. After a while, both sides tried their hardest to not put you on at the same time, pressured into thinking that they’d end up being a player down due to your rivalry.
It got so bad that people started picking sides. Dividing the two London teams and causing hate to spread. You were younger than Katie by six years, which seemed to be the leading factor in why people believe that Katie is too harsh. On the other hand, Arsenal supporters reckon that you are immature on the pitch. In prior matches, you had been called a whinger, especially when you were around your sister-like teammate, Hayley Raso.
It is safe to say that you and Katie were not on agreeing terms, even off the pitch, with mutual friends to keep you at bay. You both competed for everything. You were neck and neck in the Ballon d'Or, scoresheet, heat maps, everything. It didn't matter if you weren't playing against one another, you were always compared.
But it didn't seem to bother either of you. In fact, you were certain Katie enjoyed it.
You did too.
“Do you agree with it?” Steph laughed beside you, swinging her arm around your shoulders, pointing towards a printed photo of you pushing Katie to the ground, blood smeared across your nose and lips. Beside it was another photo of the referee pointing towards both of you with red cards. You were looking at Katie with utter turmoil; your Australian Jersey was covered in mud, hers had streaks of dirt covering her socks, and a testing smirk written across her face. Behind the pair of you was a younger-looking Steph, her hand covering the shock on her face.
“None of those were my fault.” You answered, watching as the huddled crowd around you chuckled at your response. You didn't want to say the wrong thing, you didn't know if what you said was that funny. “I promise I don't do it on purpose.”
“Oh, yeah, right, Little Miss Goody-Too-Shoes.” Caitlin scoffed, poking your side. “I've seen you play, you're a ride-off.”
Kyra giggled like usual, swaying her hips into yours. She pointed towards the red card photo. “I don't remember that being an accident.”
You don't exactly know why, but your cheeks are stained a solid red, staining your freckles with a tint of embarrassment. Katie had pushed you over, laughing when your face met the cold, wet mud. It was not a pleasant memory you look back on fondly. “Shush, Ky.”
You felt a presence behind you lifting you up by a grip around your waist. You were pulled onto the shoulders of Macca, earning a yelp to sound from your lips, the interaction leaving fans laughing even more.
“Oh, Baby, what's wrong?” Macca said teasingly, holding your thighs with her hands. You looked down at her and frowned, the team’s nickname for you left you feeling a tad humiliated considering it was in front of people who didn't know of the handle. Kyra took out her phone, taking a few shots of the sight with the intention of putting it in her photo dump.
When Macca caught sight of the poster, she cracked up. “Oh God, that's good.”
“Put me down, Mackenzie.” You groaned, kicking your feet half-heartedly into her side. The Keeper did as she was told, but made the show of huffing and puffing as she let you off her shoulders.
“Do you want me to sign it or something?” You said to the boy holding the poster, watching as his eyes lit up as he nodded.
“Are you a Chelsea or Arsenal fan, mate?” Steph asked him, waiting as the boy shook his head.
“West Ham.”
This made Mackenzie’s head snap towards him. “Really?”
“Yeah, who the fuck supports West Ham?” Caitlin questioned, yelping when Steph whacked her in the chest. “Language, Cait.”
“You're a real one, mate,” Mackenzie said, walking up to the boy and hugging him, making him smile like it was Christmas.
“Who do you think’s gonna win on Saturday?” Kyra egged on, shoving past Macca and grinning at the boy, indiscreetly pointing towards herself and the other Arsenal girls.
The boy looked between them and shrugged, folding his sign back up when you finished signing it. His eyes landed on you. “Well, you're my favourite player, but Chelsea are always too cocky.”
“No lies said.” Kyra said, yearning you to push her playfully.
“What if I score a goal, will you go for me then?” You asked, holding out your hands.
The boy nodded. “Yeah, but that's if you get past Katie.”
You couldn't help but scoff, shaking her head. The girls around you smirked at your competitive nature, sharing knowing looks.
“I don't remember the last time McCabe scored against me.”
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You were glad that at least you kept that statement true.
The video of you reacting to the poster had gone viral, and everyone found the interaction utterly hilarious. Not only did you have a reputation for cards, but you also had one for being a sub in important games like this.
But that assumption didn't seem to make an appearance today, as you waited in the tunnel beside Jessie, holding the hand of a little girl, waiting as you caught sight of Caitlin in front of you
“Are you alright?” Sam muttered, turning to face you with an inch of worry apparent in her eyes.
You looked back at her, nodding. “Yes, just tired.”
You said this in truth. You hadn't had much sleep over the past week due to the different time zones you were living in. Sam had an injury during the Friendly, therefore not being able to compete alongside your Matildas team. But the fatigue was apparent in everyone’s eyes. You even noticed it in Kyra when you saw her on the bench as you walked towards your starting position.
The fans were screaming at the tops of their lungs, but you slowly drowned them out as you honed in to concentrate. You looked to your left, finding Jessie throwing a thumbs up towards you. You smiled back at her, gulping down the last of your anxiety before the whistle blew.
You knew this would be a hard game before it even started, but Arsenal’s level of aggression was completely unexpected.
Fouls were handed out left and right, followed by a bit of push and shove from either side. You fought your way up and down the wing, waiting for an opportunity to surpass. Both teams were angsty with the ball, throwing easy chances away as the crowd grew in volume.
Sam hadn't come down to defend like she usually does, instead waiting past the halfway mark as the midfield continued to pass to and fro.
You grew annoyed at the lack of ball time you were receiving, even when you made a point to be out and open near the corner. Your breathing was ragged and tested, your patience running thin when the crowd of Chelsea players swarmed Victoria Pelova and leaving Beth Mead to shoot in the open.
“There were four of you, for fuck’s sake.” You muttered, dragging your hands over your face as you sighed, returning to your starting position once more.
It started to become ridiculous when you still hadn't received the ball, yelling out on the wing as the minutes passed with Arsenal in front. You hadn't been in the midst of any tackles or gameplay until the thirteenth minute when one of your teammates crossed the ball to you over the halfway line.
You dragged your feet across the ball, feeling the grass hit your feet as you sprinted toward the goal. You stepped past Lotte Wubben-Moy, leaving an open space to slot it through toward Kaneryd.
The ball had left your feet with a concentrated pass before your balance was cut short. A potent force left your legs to crumble beneath you. Your body collided with another, leaving your lungs without any air. Your head spun with nausea, the speed at which you were taken out leaving you heaving for breath. It took you a few moments to register the figure you had landed on, and how the crowd went wild at the shot that had passed Zinsberger.
“I’d never thought you liked being on top, y/l/n.”
The voice made your stomach churn even more.
“Surprised you have enough brain cells to think, McCabe.”
You rolled off her with a groan, your legs aching from the impact. You felt the hands of one of your teammates soothe the distant pain in your head, causing you to roll onto your back.
Instead, you were met by a red jersey. “You alright, Baby?” Steph asked, helping you up.
You didn't have time to answer Steph. She was bombarded with a shove from Lauren James, who turned to the ref with her hands in the air. “That’s a red, ref! The ball left her feet!”
“James, do not yell at me.” The referee fired back. “McCabe, this is your first and final, am I clear?”
McCabe shrugged her shoulders. “I slipped.”
Lauren looked like she was about to pounce. “Oh, you little-”
“What, eh?” Katie walked up to challenge the girl back. “Can Miss Australia not speak for herself?”
Kim Little, Arsenal��s captain, appeared in the mix. “Katie, that's enough! Walk away.”
“Can't handle a tackle, what a baby, shouldn't be on the field—”
“McCabe!” Kim snapped, which shut up whatever rant Katie was about to begin.
The ref turned towards you, putting a hand on your shoulder. The action was met with Arsenal boos. “Y/l/n, are you alright?” Looking concerned at your pained countenance. Lauren rubbed a hand across your back, eagerly awaiting the card Katie deserved.
“I’m fine.”
Maybe you shouldn't said no — maybe that would've landed Katie with a card. But you knew you’d be sent off if you did. You had just scored an assist to level your team. Katie McCabe of all people was not going to ruin that.
The game continued, your left ankle feeling tampered with as more tackles progressed.
It was clear that Arsenal were hungry for this win, leaving Chelsea left and right with calculated footwork and sprints across both their defensive and attacking lines.
When an Arsenal corner arrives shortly after, you run back to defend the post alongside Jessie. Steph is walking to take the corner with the ball in her hands, giving both teams time to find their spot in the box. Pelova was in front of you, Russo to your right. The majority of your midfielders banked against the goal in an attempt to stop the chances of Arsenal moving up two-one.
Steph was about to kick when you felt someone against you. Unknown hands grip your hips tightly, maneuvering them with ease that your body was stuck to them. Your breath hitched when you were pushed forward, forced to leave your place by the post.
“Miss Australia bent over for me?” The voice whispered, pricking the alcove of your neck. “With all these people watching? Guess she's not as innocent as everyone thinks.”
You weren't watching Steph’s long shot into the box, too angered by Katie to care. You didn't notice Amanda Ilestedt’s header into the middle of the goal, hitting the back of the net with a swoosh, met by North London cheers. Hell, you didn't fucking notice anything except Katie falling to the ground, your arms propelling her with so much force you fought to hide the flame that hindered your cheeks.
The whistle blew, causing celebrations to halt when both teams found the two of you glaring daggers at one another.
“Get off her, Y/l/n,” Wälti called out, running towards you and pushing you backwards.
“Nah, what a fucking ride-off.” You heard another Arsenal player say, making you stomp in the opposite direction, huffing in annoyance when the referee called you back.
Kim Little and Sam Kerr were standing by their respective players when the referee was scolding the two of you. It was obvious that you were painted as the immature one since it was made out that you needed to control your emotions more.
“I won't have you manhandling each other like idiots on my pitch. You play fair or you don't play. Understood?”
The four of you mumbled your understanding, filing back into place begrudgingly. Sam was ordering Jessie to swap with you, but you found yourself shaking your head, promising her you’d pull it in.
Turns out, you didn't.
The same circumstance of you pretty much skin-on-skin with Katie happened after Alessia Russo’s chip against Berger. 3-1 for an undefeated team was embarrassing, and no matter how many times you fed the ball well enough to become an assist, the communication just wasn't there.
“Get the fuck off me, McCabe.” You seethed, trying your best to squirm your way out of her grip, but to no avail.
“You need to stop all that wriggling, Y/l/n,” Katie responded, the smirk on her face was evident even from behind. “Those red cheeks couldn't have been from running.”
“I’m not red.”
“Ha, yeah, you and London both.”
Katie and you both got your yellow cards in the second half.
You knew people would find it funny online — the fact that you both got it at the same time — but the game felt like it had gone on forever, and at this point, all of Chelsea’s players were defenders.
You had a clear shot of the goal after Niamh Charles curled the ball to your wing, leaving you and Katie battling for possession near the sideline.
You couldn't help but notice how high her hands had gotten on your waist. Your knees were bending slightly so you could attain more balance, but maneuvering past Katie was a challenge, and proven extremely difficult.
You let out a struggled breath, angered at the lack of options your teammates offered due to their attacking absence. The ball beneath your feet went back and forth between the women in front of you. The two of you were complete mirrors of each other, both trying to nutmeg the other or humiliate them in some way. It was as if minutes had gone past when everyone was watching the two of you battle it out. It wasn't until Jessie came up behind the two of you, threading the ball out from beneath McCabe’s feet and dribbling it away that it seemed to have stopped.
You blanked when you saw Katie stretch her leg out, tripping Jessie onto the floor; leaving her limb on the grass.
“You’re such a cheat!” You exclaimed, pushing Katie with your hands. “You’re a fucking cheat, McCabe, and you know it!”
Katie surged towards you, her breath thick against your face. Your shirt was taken into her hand. She was so much taller than you. “Imagine needing your girlfriend to win your battles for you.” She spoke, her tone condescending. “The score says it all, Miss Australia. If only you weren't so distracted by me, you’d realise.”
She was looking down at you now, holding your shirt so tightly you knew that if you moved, she’d pull you right back in. Her accent was coarser than usual, sending you into a frenzy of disarray and warmth. She was towering over you, her build similar yet broader. Her smirk was minuscule, but prominent all the same. You knew you had lost the game, but you weren't going to lose this fight.
“And where’s your girlfriend, McCabe? Is she somewhere in the stands?”
You were pulled apart but Kim and Sam, the referee tramping over at the sight of the pair of you bundled up. The presence of the yellow card was something you expected, but not rewarding whatsoever.
“Get off my player, McCabe,” Sam ordered, holding a protective arm over your shoulder. Somehow, you knew what she was thinking, peeling your Captain’s arm away from you and marching off. In the distance, you could hear Katie speaking. “She's a big girl, Kerr. I promise it's never on purpose.”
Of course, she was mocking you, you thought. Of course, she saw the video.
You were replaced by Guro not long after that. The Chelsea cheers did not seep through your irritated exterior. Your head was pounding from the fall you had at the start of the game, and you winced at the tinge in your ankle as you ran off to hug Guro.
Emma Hayes strolled up to you, placing a stern hand on your shoulder. “I want you to cool off before you come back and sit down. You're going to shake each of those girls’ hands before you go home tonight.”
Without a second thought,, you stomped down the tunnel, making a point to let your metal studs echo all the way to the changerooms. At twenty-two years old, you had the most yellows in the WSL for your age. If the stats were compared, people would argue that you were higher than most of the older girls.
It was nothing you were proud of, despite the effortless compliments you gained for being potent in your determination to win. But you had been told by almost every coach that you could be too aggressive.
You kicked off your boots, peeling off your shin pads and socks to reveal the nasty bruise that was already blossoming on your ankle. Removing your clothes, you engulfed the hot spurs of water that left the shower head in Emirates Stadium. There was still half an hour of the game left when you were subbed off, so you made sure to take your time washing yourself from head to toe, soaking in the warmth that relaxed the tension in your muscles.
You replaced your game kit with some Matilda's trackies and a fitted tee. Combing your hair into a pony, washing your face with freezing cold water, you waited for your team to arrive from the game, feeling defeated and unprepared for the beating they were about to receive from Emma.
The changing rooms blocked out most of the noise from the game above, except from the thundering rumble of Alessia Russo chants that boomed after five minutes of waiting. You knew that had scored just by the sinking of your gut. The jetlag and fatigue were starting to hit you now, and you had half a mind to just pack up and go home. But you remembered Emma’s words to you before you stormed into the changing rooms. You knew she’d have your neck at training for the next three months if you didn't do as you were asked.
So you stood up, slotting your phone into your pocket, making your way back through the tunnel. The volume of the crowd was starting to get louder, and with each step you took, the less you felt inclined to follow through with the orders you were given.
You were about to turn the corner that led to the field when you were pushed back against the wall, your arms pinned above your head, your body caged in by someone tall and firm.
“Are your cheeks always so red, Y/l/n? Cause every time I see you, you look like you're on fire.”
“Piss off, McCabe.”
Katie was towering over you, unpinning your hands from their place above your head, leaning down so that you could see every detail of her face.
“You're free to go.”
“You're a right pain in the arse.”
She was laughing at you now. “Am I bothering you, Miss Australia?”
“Stop calling me that!” You knew your cheeks were flaming now but you couldn't help it.
Katie grabbed your face with her hand harshly, pulling you closer so that you were forced to look her straight in the eyes. “No, you don't like that?” Her hips met yours, and you squirmed. “What about Baby, eh? Everyone seems to call you Baby. You act like one so I guess it suits.”
“Katie—”
“Oh, so you're calling me Katie now, are ‘ya? I call you Baby and you call me Katie, is that what's happening?”
“No.”
Katie scoffed, placing her knee in between your thighs, keeping you planted between her. You had nowhere to put your hands, so you decided behind your back was appropriate. You felt the subtle movements of her knee in between your legs, her eyes watching for your reaction intently.
“No?”
You watched her head move down to your ear, her breath fanning across your neck. Her lips gradually grew closer to your pulse point, where goosebumps poured over your skin. When the warm sensation of her lips met your neck, your body subconsciously relaxed on her knee, making you jolt at the sudden friction applied to your core.
“Yes.” You ushered, pulling your hands out awkwardly as your neck reclined against the wall, your face etched to the ceiling. You were so, so stupid. What were you thinking?
“Yes… what?” You heard her say, her tongue swirling across the harsh mark she just made below your ear. You hesitantly fell back down on her knee, holding in the groan that yearned to leave your lips. This time, as you tried to regain the dispersing shards of your dignity, lifting your heat off her knee, her hands moved to seize your waist, pushing your hips down to roll against her knee.
The motion made you whine. “Yes, Katie.”
The woman chuckled as she coerced your hips back and forth, sucking and licking down your neck and across your collarbone. Feeling a slight ache from the game she just played, the sensation of the majority of your body weight rubbing against her knee made the Arsenal Victory even more triumphant.
“Is this okay, Baby?” She asked, leaving your neck cold as she waited for your response. You were so tired from the past few days that you slumped on Katie’s knee, waiting for her to continue kissing and moving you as she pleased.
“I need to shake people’s hands.” Your voice was meek but clear.
Katie looked at you, taken aback. “What?”
You wrapped your arms off her shoulders, holding them together in front of you. “Emma told me I need to shake everyone’s hands after the game is finished. She’ll be really angry if I don't.”
Katie’s smirk was back. “Will she now?”
You, too exhausted to realise she was egging you on, nodded. “Yes. So I have to—”
“Shake my hand?”
“Yes.”
Katie leaned in, raising her eyebrows. “What if I don't want to shake your hand?”
You were evidently stumped at the question, pursing your lips as you struggled to find a response. Katie's smile grew, and you grew bitter.
She moved to kiss your neck again to silence your upcoming retort. “What will Hayes do if you don't shake my hand, hm? She’d be so disappointed in you, wouldn't she?”
You tried to focus on anything but her lips led closer to your breasts. “McCabe, I need to—”
“What are you going to tell her, hm? When she asks you if you shook my hand, are you ‘gonna tell her that you tried to get off on my leg instead?”
You were at loss for words. Was she wrong? Of course, she wasn't. Katie McCabe was never fucking wrong, and here you were, pathetic on her knee, about to get off to your enemy calling you Baby, when you tell her you need to shake her hand. You really were a baby.
“Is that what you're going to say to her, Baby?”
“N-no.”
“Why not? It's the truth. You wouldn't want to lie, would you?”
“No.”
“No, what?”
“I'm not going to tell her that.”
She must've caught onto your honest dispute, slowly dragging her knee directly onto your clit and rubbing circles over it. You didn't expect her movements, so you moaned, pulling your head into her neck and breathing heavily.
You were so out of breath it wasn't funny. “I’m- I told Jessie I’d spend a night at her house.”
“I didn't take you for the cheating type, Y/l/n.”
“She's not my girlfriend.”
Katie slowed down her movements. “I ‘spose you weren't thinking you’d get off with her knee tonight, would you?”
“No, we were just going to watch a movie.”
“How ‘bout this?” She whispered, pushing your hips against the wall. “You go and shake everyone’s hands like a good girl and I’ll treat you like one afterwards.”
You groaned when she pulled her knee out from under you, feeling your inner dread grow when you heard the full-time whistle and a tsunami of cheers.
“We won 4-1.”
“Still second on the ladder.”
“You have bite for someone who was just moaning fully clothed.”
“Goodbye, McCabe.” You snapped, trying to act Almighty and unbothered by the longing in between your legs. You had to double-check that nothing had leaked through from how wet you were, trudging up the tunnel without a second glance back.
When you found yourself on the pitch, you made a point to shake each of the Arsenal player's hands, including the ones on the bench, which had been nothing short of mortifying. Almost all of them looked at you strangely, trying to push past the obvious awkwardness and reciprocate the sportsmanship, except for the Aussie girls, who hugged you and offered warm conversation with the buzz of their victory.
“Is your ankle okay?” Caitlin asked, pulling you out of an embrace with worry smeared across her features.
You nodded, showing her the bruise by moving your sock. “Yeah, just some bruising. You guys played really well.”
Steph did the same: hug and condolences, while Kyra was completely opposite.
“LONDON IS RED!” She screamed, laughing when she mounted your back from behind.
“Get off, loser.” You retorted, pulling her into a hug as the two of you met in the middle of the field. You knew heaps of people were waiting for signatures, but you didn't care.
“What’s all over your neck?” She asked, grabbing your jaw and observing the fresh marks.
Shit, you thought, recalling the sensation of Katie’s lips tugging at your skin.
You pulled away, hoping distance would lessen the stringency of them. “I think it was from the grass. Y’know, when I fell.”
“Oh, don't worry, I know.” Kyra giggled, seemingly too full of energy to remember what she said two seconds ago. “You need to take a chill pill, Y/n/n. I’ll be sending you all the TikTok edits of you and Katie when I get home, don't you worry.”
“Please don't.” You muttered, holding out your hand to interlock it with Kyra’s. “Are you going straight home or?”
Kyra chuckled. “After this win? No fucking way.”
“You're still second on the ladder.” You reminded yet another Arsenal player.
Kyra poked her tongue out. “Boo, you whore.”
Kyra left you to celebrate with her teammates, marking her as the last Arsenal girl you needed to shake hands with.
You walked back into the changing rooms with an impassive frown on your face. Lots of the girls were already in the showers, Jessie among the few that had already finished and changed.
“We still up for tonight?” You asked, hoping your prior plans that you made before the game were still available after the thrashing they had just endured.
Jessie nodded, pulling you into a hug. “Sam, Millie, and Erin are all going to the pub to have a drink. They want us to come with them, you in?”
“Why not?” You replied, kissing the girl’s forehead before packing your bag.
You were glad that you were going out with your teammates instead of caving and finding Katie. But something deep down made you ponder whether what just happened was a one-off thing.
Spoiler: it wasn't.
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𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 — 𝐊𝐌
## katie mccabe x team mate reader!!
hey pooookies! i hope you have all been well - are we all so surprised at how active i’ve been?! are we also all ripping our hair out in preparation for the final on sunday — I wonder how inspector gadget is gonna fuck us over this week :))). anyways! i tried something new with this one! i hope you enjoy! love always - RG x
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contains : !! social / drunk smoker r !! jealousy, hidden feelings, tipsy one night stand, best friend x best friend, top!katie & bottom!reader, praise, dirty talk, thigh riding, semi-public (bathroom cubicle/stall), fingering r!receiving, finger sucking.
CONTAINS 18+ CONTENT AND LANGUAGE
the ninety-second minute.
two minutes into the four of added time. by this point, your legs are burning. the sound of the crowd ringing through your ears and rattling around your brain. you tried to stay focused, overly aware of the time ticking away. your season debut, a sold out emirates and you were finally off the bench and on the grass at the start of the second half. the first half was a mess, truth be told. the team had conceded a goal twelve minutes in and didn't score the equaliser until minute thirty-seven. it felt anticlimactic, the players and fans reeking of disappointment at the display in front of them. how the team had been playing and how they were playing seemed like a humorous juxtaposition.
the blur of red and white fell into the background as you felt the ball at your feet, walti hitting the ball perfectly through a gap in the opposition and picking you out. this startled you out of your train of thought and your feet moved faster than your brain could compute as you started running.
you breezed up the field, weaving through the opposing players with the ball still on your feet. beth was ahead of you to the right of the box, screaming your name above the noise. you could hear a few others behind you too, leah calling out behind you to pass it across the box to beth. you looked up, eyes flicking from the ball to the scenes around you in second intervals. you were covered, their defence closing in on you as you crept closer and closer to the goal. your eyes found the keeper ahead of you, arms open and bouncing on her feet. you could feel the bodies around you closing in, you couldn't turn and now you couldn't place beth as she disappeared behind them.
ninety-three.
you tried to stall for just a second, still fighting through the wall with the ball below you. you looked around, eyes searching for a red. you had no choice, you took a deep breath. a gap, just look for a gap you thought, scanning between the bodies. then you spotted it, a crack in their defence. there it is the voice in your head egged you on, then you ran again. arms raising to your side to give you the last kick of power you needed, body twisting as your foot retracted.
the stadium and people around you seemed to slow as soon as the inside of your foot made contact with the ball, eyes locked on it as it picked off the ground and began soaring towards the goal in front of you. it was up and over the keeper even as she jumped, launching herself up in an attempt to avert the ball outside of the posts. instead, it trickled above and over her fingertips, top right corner. back of the net.
you watched as it made contact with the net, rippling out as the crowd jumped to their feet. screaming and hollering a mix of your name and cheers, at the sight and sound your knees buckled. hand's breaking your fall as your head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut as you cried out a sound of relief and elation. the screams around you grew as your teammates flew towards you, arms wrapped around you tightly as they screamed and congratulated you. lifting you off the ground and into the middle of the group, patting your head and singing along with the crowd as they chanted for you. katie was the first to speak directly to you, hands on either side of your head as she raised her voice above the racket from the crowd. “there’s my star girl!” she screamed, smiling from ear to ear.
the whistle blows. the game ends.
you, along with the other girls take your victory lap. soaking in the love from the fans and taking a few minutes to enjoy the moment alongside each other. when the celebrations had ceased, pictures had been taken and the fans had slowly began to make their way out of their seats and towards the exits - you and the girls retreated back through the tunnel and towards the changing room.
once inside, the celebrations continue in the form of dancing and singing. the group all swaying and holding one another whilst ‘the angel’ blares through a speaker in the corner of the room. voices echo of the walls as you butcher it, laughing at the sight surrounding you. beside you stood beth, arm slung across your shoulder and hips knocking yours as she swayed to the beat of the song. she leant towards you, her mouth not too far from your ear as she whispered a small and teasing.
“well done, star girl..”
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three hours later you stood outside of a local bar, a team favourite. a small, proper british, weather-spoons styled bar tucked away in a corner of north-london. there was a shelter above you, shielding you from peering eyes and people wandering by. you were standing with your head down, eyes glued to your phone and back pressed against the brick wall.
you typed vigorously, cracking a smile every few seconds as a new message popped up at the bottom of the screen.
y/n : i am NOT walking in alone
meado : just go in! we will be there in 2 minutes!
y/n : beth. i am not being the first one here!!
le : stop being a baby
km : can score in front of 50k but can’t be first in??
y/n : i actually beg you shut up
lia : we are around the corner!! are you out front?
y/n : yes, save me
before you could continue on your rampage, your attention was directed to the sound of an irish accent bellowing towards you. lifting your eyes off the screen in front of you, you were met with the source of the sound.
“are you ever quiet? or do you not possess the ability?” you teased, smiling as she engulfed you in her arms and pulled you towards her chest.
“nah, but ye’ know ye’ don’t mind,” she replied “do you not possess the ability to walk into a bar alone?” she added, emphasising her point with the tap of her finger against your shoulder, smirking when you rolled your eyes.
“shut up, mccabe.”
you and katie have been friends for years, and teammates for even longer. people often liked to comment on the pair of you, fans would speculate and ‘ship’ you together. sure, there was the odd flirty comment passed between you, or a single instagram post that painted you as a little closer than friends. but nothing ever came from it, and nothing was said. you got on like a house on fire, even though people were continuously confused about how you actually got on, considering how different your personalities are. katie was a loud and outgoing character, a joker. you, on the other hand preferred to slip into the background most times. but somehow, it worked. on the pitch, and away from the pitch.
katie ushered you inside, making small talk as the pair of you walked towards the back - sitting down into a booth beside each other and thanking the server as he scattered a number of drinks menus around the circular table.
over the next few minutes the rest of the girls started to filter in, saying hello’s and getting comfy around the table as conversations kicked up. as the seats started filling you felt katie shimmy off the seat and move somewhere away from the group. you sat beside leah, discussing a mutual and old friend you had recently bumped into. sharing a bout of laughter at resurfacing memories.
the drinks began to circulate and music started to flow through the room, everyone relaxing into the occasion when katie slipped back into the seat beside you. she placed two drinks down on the table, and then slid one in front of you - her hand tapping your thigh twice under the table as she did so. you smiled to yourself with a hand clasping around the glass and tapping twice with your finger nail, thanking her silently.
the other girls were used to this by now, beth and viv would call it a ‘secret language’. joking about how you spent so much time together you could communicate telepathically. the two taps could mean anything, a thank you, an okay, an ‘oh my god did you hear that?’. it was completely subjective to the situation, but either way you always understood each other.
another half hour ticked by, and the team still remained around the table. drinks in hand, all engaged in the same conversation but still managing to speak over one another. the room was stuffy, and your skin was crawling for a bit of fresh air.
you made it outside, the door closing behind you and blocking out the music. you took a deep breath, allowing the chill in the air to fill your lungs as you took a seat at one of the rickety tables. you placed your bag to rest on your legs, fingers sifting through your bag, then lifting to your lips followed by the click of a lighter.
you inhaled, eyes closing for a second then looking down at your phone - flicking through your social media. you stayed like this for a few moments, eyes locked on the screen until a voice made you jump. moving swiftly to tug your arm under the table, shielding the sight of your cigarette from view.
“that’ll kill ye’ you know..”
“jesus christ, katie you scared me!” you complained, moving your hand to rest on the table-top once more, unbothered by her presence or possible acknowledgment to your bad habit.
“don’t understand why ye’ do it, it ain’t even nice.” her accent seemed to get thicker once paired with the alcohol she had consumed, “don’t like watchin’ you do it..”
“don’t watch me then,” you quipped, smiling sarcastically as you raised it to your lips again.
“put it out, let’s go inside.”
“i’ll be in in a minute-”
“put it out.”
that’s new. you thought in regards to the way her words caused your stomach to churn, unable to fight your hand as you flicked the cigarette to the ground and stubbed it out with the sole of your shoe.
“happy now?”
“very.”
her eyes were trained on you, watching as you stood from your seat and made your way over to her. slipping a piece of gum between your lips.
“gonna stand there a check me out all night mccabe? or you gonna come inside..?”
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you weren’t entirely sure how it had gotten to this point, but you were sat on the edge of your seat absolutely seething. eyebrows furrowed and teeth clenched beneath your pursed lips. eyes fixated on the scene unfolding in front of you.
beth could feel the tension in your body from beside you, placing a hand on your back and asking if you’re okay not entirely convinced when she received your answer through gritted teeth.
katie stood at the bar, leaning against a stool as she spoke to a woman. not just any woman, a beautiful blonde woman. who was laughing obnoxiously loud and dramatically at something katie had said, leant right in towards her ear with a hand on her shoulder.
you had watched this for long enough, the sight alone enough to cause a strike of anger and jealousy in the depths of your stomach. you rose to your feet, ignoring the way beth called your name lowly and under her breath but failed to restrain you. you walked towards the pair now stood far, far too close to each other. timing it perfectly as katie created space for you to slip into her side, tucking your arm around her waist.
pretending to be interested in something happening in the room you spoke sweetly “shall we get going babe? you’ve got to be up early.” before turning to finally meet katie’s eyes, she was shocked - gobsmacked even as you stood next to her putting on a performance. you flashed her a smile before you turned towards her company, “oh my! sorry i didn’t see you there, am i interrupting?”
she was up and gone before giving you a reply, scoffing and grunting towards katie as she left. you laughed to yourself, removing your hand and filling the now empty seat. katie, however, was less amused. muttering a “what the fuck was that?” with a scrunched up face.
“what was what?”
“thanks.” she spat, marching away from you. she crossed the room and you watched her walk into the bathroom - trailing shortly behind her, calling her name. when you made it into the bathroom it was quiet, as if it was empty. you advanced towards one of the stalls, pressing your fingertips to the door and pushing gently.
“katie?” no reply and the door opened to reveal an empty cubicle. “katie?” you said again, huffing slightly as you pushed the second one open.
this time, the door flew open and a hand grabbed your wrist - pulling you inside. before you had the chance to register what was happening your back was pressed up against the now closed door, with a body laid against your front.
you gasped at the contact, a familiar perfume flooding your senses before you eventually opened your eyes just to be met with a pair of blue ones you had seen so many times.
“i used to enjoy this silly little game of yours, you know. but now, i’m getting a little tired, love.” she whispered, still keeping you pinned with your arms by your side and legs shoulder width apart.
“i don’t know what you-”
“what i’m trying to say is, if you really wanted me that bad, you should’ve just said so.” she added, lifting her hand to tilt your head. her lips on the skin of your neck instantly, peppering kisses below your ear and down to where your collarbone sits. raising and falling cautiously with every deep breath you took.
you didn’t fight it, instead you sighed into her touch, body relaxing against hers. you could feel her smirk against your skin, teeth grazing the skin of your jaw. you wriggled one of your hands out of her grip, laying it across the back of her neck. palming it gently as you pulled her back, looking at her properly.
she scanned your face, watching as your head twitched in a tiny nod - never breaking eye contact with her once. her features softened, but her lips twisted into a cocky smirk. moving towards you and attaching your lips together.
you had kissed once before, in a stupid game of truth or dare about five years ago. it was small, a peck and lasted maybe three seconds.
this kiss, right now, was the polar opposite. lips moving against each other roughly, hands tugging at each other clothes and skin. the kiss was fast paced, and twisted with lust and want. it was erotic and urgent, as if you might disappear and the moment will be gone if you even dared to come up for air. your lips pressed together so hard you thought they might bruise.
your lips were on fire when she pulled away, trailing a path of hot kisses down the same path she took earlier. nipping and licking along your jaw and neck as you whimpered from above her, shifting your weight from your right to left foot and back again. unable to contain the heat spreading through you. it started in the pit of your stomach, angry and fierce at the hands of katie’s actions.
“katie..” you whispered, clawing at the clothes on her back. she didn’t reply, to focused on the task at hand. “katie.” you said again, this time it came out like a hiccup, breath hitching when she nipped at a particularly sensitive patch beneath your ear. “katie, please!”
“what, love?” she pulled away with a smirk. eyes deep and lips parted as she gasped for air.
“i need you,”
“i’m right here.”
her answer didn’t satisfy, laced with cockiness as she licked her lips. your leg lifted to bend hers and press between your legs, inhaling sharply when you felt the contact on your heat - tugging your lip between your teeth as the irish woman groaned and lifted a hand to sit at the side of your face, stroking her thumb along the skin as you grabbing and palmed at her leg to bring it closer.
“is that what you want, love?” you knew it was rhetorical, a question that didn’t need an answer. but still you nodded vigorously, rolling your hips against her thigh which now sat in the perfect position for relief. “you wanna got off on my thigh now hm?” she added, the words alone enough to send another rush of heat through your abdomen.
you couldn’t form words, already starting to rut against her thigh when her hands began to creep up your top, teasing over the fabric of your bra at the feeling of your fully hard nipples.
“go on, baby, get off on my thigh..” she encouraged, one hand sitting firmly on your hip to guide you and the other being used to lift your top further. taking one of your nipples between her fingers, watching as your teeth laid harshly into your bottom lip - eyes rolling into the back of your head.
“you like this, huh? getting yourself off, right here? being a good girl for me, aren’t ye’?” she whispered into your ear, teeth softly grazing against the skin of your ear lobe.
“want your fingers, katie,” you whimpered, the pressure through the layers of clothing not providing you with enough.
“hm, that’s not how we ask now is it?” she questioned, eyebrow cocked and hands stilling you on her thigh. “why don’t you ask properly n’ i’ll see what i can do..”
“please katie, i want your fingers..” you whined, body distraught at the loss of contact. katie let out a satisfied ‘hm’ at your words, pressing a quick kiss to your lips when her hands dropped to unbutton your jeans. she shoved them down till they sat around your mid-thigh, fingers ghosting over your clothed slit as she sighed.
“look at you, made such a mess. proper ruined these are..” she teased, adding pressure through the fabric before skilfully moving them to the side. allowing her fingers to slip through your folds, smirking against you when she felt how wet you were. “jesus, love. absolutely soaked.” you felt a blush creep onto your cheeks as she teased you, not fully committing to where you needed her most.
you groaned in frustration, head laying back against the cubicle door when she finally pressed the pads of her fingers onto the bundle of nerves, chuckling when she felt your body jolt forward and thighs tense at the feeling. “right there, baby?” she whispered, burying her head into your neck once more. you nodded, hips moving to grind against her fingers - swivelling in small circles and moaning out into the room.
through the laboured breaths you managed to croak out a meek and stuttered “please fuck me, need your fingers,” mouth agape and limbs on fire when you felt her move her fingers down to the source of your arousal. allowing one of her fingers to slip inside you, enough to feel you clench around her and whisper out a beg for more.
when she added a second, your head fell forward. attaching your lips together again, your moans slipping beyond her lips. your teeth grazed against the skin of her bottom lip now, in exchange to yours and she grunted out a low “behave.” when you pushed your luck.
you could feel the coil in the pit of your stomach bouncing around your organs and numbing your lower body when her fingertips pressed against your g-spot. knees buckling and eyes screwing shut, fingers gripping her bicep - leaving crescent shaped marks in the exposed skin beneath her sleeve.
“fuck, right there- oh my god.” you moaned, unable to hold them in any longer, your mind clouded by pleasure and entirely focused on chasing the high that was rapidly approaching.
“right there?” she punctuated her point by curling her fingers deeper, “ye’ gonna cum for me? show me how pretty ye’ look makin’ a mess of my fingers?” she knew just what to say to have you squirming and send your mind racing.
you felt you tighten around her fingers, grunting a “cum for me.” into the crook of your neck, not slowing or stilling her fingers until she heard you cry out. using her lips to muffle your cries as she rode it out, letting you catch your breath for a few seconds before removing them all together. bringing them up to your lips, which you accepted gracefully. hollowing out your cheeks, tongue flattening against them before finishing with a pop.
katie held you up the same way she had been until you were confident on your feet again, helping you to straighten your clothes and push your hair out of your face. you felt an awkward silence rush over you both, inhaling deeply. you were sure she could hear your inner monologue when she jokingly let a “well then, thats never happened before..” break through the silence, causing you both to laugh.
you pushed her hair away from her eyes, slipping your hands onto her cheeks and bringing her forward to connect your lips again. this time softly, more careful and loving. you both relaxed instantly, smiling as you pulled away.
it hadn’t happened before, no.
but would it be the last time, no.
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jeez imagine Leah always catching you staring at her abs and then one day she’s teases you and lets you actually touch them
Abs
Leah Williamson x fem!reader
SMUT 18+
Saying you have a staring problem would be far from the truth.
Unless you are talking about admiring a certain someone, that someone being your very own teammate, Leah Williamson. It’s not like you purposefully stare at her, but what are you supposed to do when she is working out in a sports bra and glistening in sweat? Her abs are on full display, and who are you not to look? You’re only human.
Right now, you’re on the pitch practicing for the season coming up. You and your good friend, Katie McCabe, are doing simple passing and dribbling up and down the turf. A football goes flying past your feet from you being too distracted.
“Oi! What are you doing? We are doing the easy drills here, Y/l/n!” You blink to yourself and let out a big sigh, turning your attention back to the brunette. Subconsciously, you look back at the very thing that had you distracted in the first place. Katie follows your line of sight and sees Leah with her jersey lifted and wiping the sweat off her face. She looks back at you with an unimpressed look and smacks you on the head.
“Ow!’
“Get your head out of the gutter. You can thirst over your friend after practice.” She scolds while your cheeks begin to turn red from embarrassment.
“Okay, you’re right. I’ll race ya to the cooler!” Your feet get a head start, and you start running toward the chest that holds all the refreshing drinks, pushing Katie back to delay her speed.
“Oh no you don’t!”
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Sadly, that isn’t the only time the Irish woman catches you gazing at the blonde. Arsenal just won the match against Liverpool. The team is all relieved but exhausted and just wants to head back to the hotel. All of you are getting changed in the locker room; some small conversations happening on the sides, but your eyes drift over to Leah. Fresh out of the shower, her wet hair lays over her shoulders and back, and most importantly, she’s shirtless.
Your head stays down, but your eyes still stay on her stomach. Her muscles flex with every little move she makes, making you clench your thighs. “Seriously? Again?” A voice startles you, causing you to let out an unintentional squeak. Leah looks over at the two of you and quirks an eyebrow. You smile at her and wave your hand, telling her it’s nothing.
Looking around, you make sure no one has their eyes on you before smacking Katie’s shoulder. She lets out a little ow and rubs the sore spot. “You can’t just scare me like that!”
“Well, I wouldn’t scare you if you were paying attention to your surroundings instead of looking at—” Her voice begins to rise, so you slap your hand over her mouth, glaring at her. She removes your hand from her mouth and puts her arms up in fake surrender.
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The bus brings you back to the hotel room to stay the night, and everybody is assigned a roommate. You get roomed with Katie, Leah with Caitlin, Beth with Viv, and so on. Everyone heads to their designated rooms, but not you. Katie turns to you with her lip jutting out in a pout and pleading eyes.
“What do you want, Katie?”
She blinks her eyelashes consistently and finally asks, “Can you and Caitlin trade? Please?”
You look over to the Australian who is right next to her, also giving you a bit of a pout. Huffing, you offer your key card to the green-eyed girl, “Here.” Both of the girls smile and smush you in a hug. Caitlin hands you the opposite card, so you start to head to the room with your briefcase rolling beside you.
When you enter the room, the bathroom light is on with the door closed. Placing your briefcase by the front door, you make your way to one of the mattresses and flop down on your back.
“Oh, didn’t know you’d be in here.”
Surprised you didn’t hear the bathroom door squeak, you immediately sit up. “Katie and Caitlin wanted to room together, so we switched.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to room with me?” Your eyes widen, and your head shoots up. As you are about to defend yourself, you see a teasing smirk etch over Leah’s face, making the tension in your shoulders go away. She chuckles at your reaction while she turns her attention back to putting her clothes back in her bag. In all her glory, she stands with a Nike sports bra and a pair of basketball shorts on her body. “You do need to stop doing that.”
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Huh?”
Her body turns towards you, and she crosses her arms over her chest. “You’re staring problem,” she continues to look over at you as your mouth opens a little. “If you think I haven’t noticed you on the pitch or in the locker room, you’re wrong.”
While you try and stutter a response, the smug look never leaves her face, and she slowly starts approaching you at the end of the mattress. Your eyes are looking everywhere but at her, and you blurt out, “I’m sorry!”
“Can you at least look at me?” Her tone is gentle, along with the soft smile on her face. In response to her question, you shake your head no. “Why not?”
“Because I’ll be distracted.” You mumble in embarrassment.
“Distracted by what exactly?”
“Don’t make me say it.”
Her pointer finger curls under your chin to lift your gaze at her. She bends down to your height and moves her face right in front of yours, both your noses almost touching. Her hands reach out and grab both of yours, placing them on her abs, making your face turn redder than a tomato. You retract your hands and move further up the bed. “No need to be shy, baby.” Leah crawls up towards you, making sure to leave a little space in case you get uncomfortable.
Your legs are stretched out in front of you, and your hands are placed on your lap. Leah places both her arms on each side of your feet and her knees sit on the end of the bed. You look down at her, her hair in a ponytail, biceps flexing, and abs still on display. “Leah, what are we doing?”
“Well, from the looks of it, we're sitting here staring at each other.” She jokes, which only gets her a look in return. “Okay… okay, you really want to know?” You nod at her, and she makes her way up and hovers over you. Your breath hitches when her nose brushes against yours and her breath fans against your face. She starts to lean in, looking at your lips, before pausing and directing her eyes back to your eyes. “Can I–”
One second she’s hovering over you, the next her lips are smashing into yours. Your hands are wrapped behind her neck, fingers threading through her hair, while her hands ground themselves at both sides of your head, holding her up. Your lips fit together like two puzzle pieces, and you never want to part, but unfortunately; both of you need to catch your breath. Leah is the first to separate the two of you, but not without leaving a nibble at your bottom lip.
Your hands trail down from her shoulder, to her chest, then finally down to her stomach. Her cocky attitude starts to make its way back over her body. Smirking down at you, she leans in to kiss your lips again. One of her arms replaces itself, so her forearm is now resting on the bed as her other glides down to the hem of your shirt. The cold feeling of her fingertips on your skin makes you gasp, allowing her tongue to snake its way into your mouth. Your tongues roll against each other, and you let out a small moan at the sensation.
Her lips make their way to your jaw and pepper down to your pulse point. She alternates between biting and licking over your sweet spot, leaving a red mark, and moving down just a little to repeat the process. “Leah,” she continues to suck on your skin, “Leah, the team will see.”
“So let them.”
You couldn’t even protest. The feeling of her skin on yours, her lips continuing to brush in the best places on your neck. It was surreal. You never thought this would happen; you thought you’d only be gazing at her from afar and that’s it.
The thoughts running through your head are soon interrupted by a particular rough bite. You hiss and dig your fingernails into her abs, causing Leah to let out a similar noise. She pulls away and tugs on your jumper, asking permission to take it off. You nod and sit up to help make it easier to slide off your torso. Without wasting any time, you grab her hand and place it on the strings of your pants.
“Please take them off.”
“Patience, darling.” She tuts, almost like she’s trying to make you explode.
Slowly, she pulls the strings of your sweatpants, untying them to get them looser. Her fingers grip the sides of your pants and pull them up to her, so your hips joist up, yours touching hers. While she begins to pull down your pants, she arches her neck down to kiss your lips again, diving her tongue into your mouth hungrily with no hesitation. Once your pants are off, she tosses them across the room and grabs your hips to flip positions.
Her hands slide from your hips down to your ass as she creates a slow, steady rock of your hips. Every so often, one of you pulls away to get a gasp of breath, and then you dive right back into each other.
Leah pulls back, her lips red and swollen. “Move up more, baby.”
Your eyes meet hers; her pupils are blown with lust. The movement of your hips stops for a moment. “What do you mean?” You gasp, still a little out of breath. Instead of telling you what she had in mind, her hands that remain on your ass pull you up, making you sit on her stomach. Before you have the chance to ask her why she moved you, her hand grips your neck and pulls you back down to attach your lips to hers. The other hand that remains on your behind encourages you to go back to rocking your hips back and forth.
The blonde flexes her abs, and right when you rock, it hits a pleasurable spot for you. She smiles into the kiss when you moan in her mouth. “You’re soaked, Y/n/n. I can feel how wet you are through your panties, baby.” Heat starts to rush up your neck, but not enough to stop the rhythm of your hips. Leah’s thumbs move to pull the elastic of the fabric that’s stopping her from fulfilling your needs. You lift your body, allowing her to pull them down to your ankles, so you can take them off yourself. “Come on, doll. Keep grinding, and maybe I’ll let you get off.”
You reach behind your back and unclip your bra, sliding it off your arms. She hugs your waist, pulling you in while you continue to slide your body up and down her stomach. The defender leans in, wrapping her lips around your nipple, and swirls her tongue around it. Between that and the continuous rub of your clit, you turn into a moaning mess.
“You’re doing so good for me, do you think I should reward you?” You nod your head, “I think I need more convincing than that, doll. I want you to beg.”
You’re quick to give her what she wants, desperate for a release. “Please, baby. I’ll do anything you want, just please give me your fingers.”
“That’s what you want? You want my fingers?”
“Mhm.”
Without warning, she grabs your waist and, once again, flips your position. She stands up and walks toward the end of the bed, leaving you with no time to react when she grips your ankles and yanks you down. Her hands massage up and down your thighs before she moves to place a kiss on your belly button. Your breath continues to race as you wait with anticipation for Leah to connect her lips where you need her the most.
She’s now down to your inner thigh, so she moves one of your legs onto her shoulder. With every other kiss, she leaves a hickey along with a praise. “You’re so gorgeous,” a kiss. “My good girl,” a bite. “Dripping for me,” a lick. You whine out of impatience, making her chuckle. “Impatient girl.”
Her tongue finally makes contact with your pussy, licking a long strip up to your clit. Your back arches, and you let out a booming moan, definitely bothering whoever is in the room next to yours. While her lips wrap around your bud, her right-hand makes its way to your core. She pushes her middle finger inside you while her tongue continues to lap around clit. It’s not long before she adds her ring finger, too.
The noises that escape your mouth make Leah feel like she’s on top of the damn world. Being able to please you so well, and also getting to do it with you. You, you feel like you’re on cloud 9. The dragging of her digits in and out of you while her mouth works magic on your clit made your head spin. She maneuvers her fingers around until she hits a specific spongey spot, which makes you let out a gasp mixed with a moan.
Leah lifts her head and continues to drag her digits in and out of you at a rapid pace. Removing your leg from on top of her, she moves up so she’s face to face with you. She gives you a mind-blowing kiss and moves over to your ear to whisper, “I know you’re close; I can feel you tighten around my fingers, baby. I want you to cum when I tell you to, okay?”
You manage to slip out an okay between ragged breaths. Her pace picks up, and her thumbs put pressure on your clit, making you feel like you’re body is going to implode if you don’t cum soon.
“Please, Leah. Please, I need to cum, baby. So, so badly!”
“Just a little longer.”
Your head snaps back on the bed as you moan and whine at the same time, “I don’t think I can wait any longer.”
“Go ahead, cum for me.”
The tightening in your stomach soon snaps, making your back arch and your eyes squeeze shut. The screams you let out are almost loud enough to worry the rooms next to you. Once your high begins to settle, your body shudders as your back returns to the bed. You move your hand to stop Leah’s strokes, overstimulated from the long wait.
She crawls her way up on top of your body and places kisses on the bruises forming on your neck. You pull her into your body, wrapping your hands around the back of her neck, guiding her lips to yours.
After a few more minutes of making out, you pull away, “You are really good in bed.”
“Really?” Her tone wasn’t insecure; it was the opposite. This was another trophy to add to her collection of reasons to be cocky. You roll your eyes and pull her back into a smiley kiss.
“Now, I think it’s only fair I repay the favor.”
“I won’t stop you, doll.”
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“Aye, Leah. Seems like you had a good time last night,” Lotte wiggles her eyebrows and smirks towards the defender, “might need to request a room that’s soundproof next time.” Leah rolls her eyes and walks towards the buffet. Everyone starts asking questions about what the brunette is talking about, trying to nag more information out of her. “Well, our beautiful blonde friend here had someone over for some private exercises.” The smug look never leaves her face.
You bite your lip and pull your jumper further up your neck, so no one sees the colored marks on your skin. Katie sits right across from you, and you see her eyes go wide. She then darts her eyes towards Leah and then you. She opens her mouth and points toward you, confusing your teammates, who are startled by her. You abruptly stand up, heading towards her and grabbing her arm. “Katie forgot something in my room; we’ll be right back.” A fake smile plastered on your face as you drag her down the hall. You scan your key card and then push the Irish woman as quickly as you can before shutting the door and standing in front of it.
Meanwhile, the team sits in the lounge, confused as to what they just witnessed. No one even thought of you as an option since they assumed you were still rooming with Katie. “Okay, now what the hell was that about?” Beth asks out in the open for anyone to answer. Her girlfriend, Viv, just shrugs right next to her and continues biting into her breakfast. The rest of the girls reply with I don’t know, and head back to their conversations. “Leah, maybe you should go check on them.”
In response, Leah nods and heads towards your room. She felt relieved when Beth asked her to go check on you because she wanted to do it anyway but couldn’t without raising any suspicions. When she knocks on the door, it swiftly opens, and she gets yanked in by her arm. Before complaining, she looks and sees Katie at the end of one of the beds with an unreadable look on her face, while you stand right next to the taller blonde.
There’s a long silence in the room before it’s interrupted by Katie, “So, you two... are together?” She quirks an eyebrow, looking at the both of you.
You look at Leah for some help, but she’s just as baffled as you. “Well, we never really put a label on it.” Biting your lip, you look at the girl right next to you, making sure it is the right thing to say. She gives you a soft smile and a nod, before wrapping her arm around you and rubbing her hand up and down your arm. Katie silently nods before mumbling something incoherently.
“What was that?”
“I said about fucking time.” Katie cheers, lifting her arms in the air and letting them drop, which shocks both you and Leah. “I could not stand dealing with watching you drool over her,” she points at you, causing a smirk to form on the blonde's face right next to you, “and having to hear you talk about how breathtaking she looks all the time.” Your friend fake gags as you blush at the thought of your longtime crush gushing over you.
Leah clears her throat, “I’m glad we finally put you out of your misery, but you can not tell anyone yet. Please.” It was very rare if you ever heard Leah beg. The defender always had a reputation for getting what she wanted without having to look small, as she likes to call it.
Katie gasps and places her hand over her heart, “Did the Leah Williamson just say please?” You let out a quiet giggle, earning yourself a soft smack on the arm.
“Okay, you two, let’s not wind each other up. We just don’t want the rest of the team to make such a big deal out of anything right away; we’re just having our first date tonight. Unlike Miss Ego over here, I will beg you, so please, please, don’t tell anyone yet.” You put your hands together and place them in front of your face as a sign of mercy.
“Yeah, yeah, I won’t say anything.” You squeal and go to hug your friend. Leah comes over and pats her shoulder as a way of saying thank you.
“Okay, we better head back to the lobby before someone thinks one of us killed a person.”
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After a few dates and making you guys official, you finally decided to tell the team. They were all stunned but so happy that there was another power couple in the group. If you thought the teasing from Katie alone was annoying, you were in for a big surprise.
It was team bonding night at Beth and Viv’s place, and you all decided to have a movie night together. Everyone picked little white strips out of a hat that had movie titles on them, so no one had to argue about what movies to watch. Both you and Leah are sitting on the floor with her back leaning against the couch, while you sit between her legs and your back against her chest. Her arms are wrapped tight around you, and a blanket covers the two of you.
“Aww, look at the love birds!” Lotte teases while Jen stands up and hugs herself, making kissing noises, causing the team all to laugh. Leah grabs the pillow closest to her and chucks it at Jen.
“Ouch!”
You smile and turn your head awkwardly to look at your girlfriend. Her facial features soften, and then she returns your loving gaze. She leans down, placing a soft kiss on your lips. Your right hand comes up and grabs her cheeks to lean her further towards you. You set multiple pecks on her lips, causing both of you to smile in the midst of them. Without your knowledge, Steph catches the sweet interaction between you two on camera and saves it.
That same video was used both when you guys told the fans and also on the day of your wedding.
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Part 5.
After the events that just happened, and so as to not overwhelm me, Leah went to get me a glass of water. While laying on Steph’s chest I heard the filthiest moan I have ever heard in my life. Surprised, I gasped. “ Do you want to go and see?” said Steph. I didn't have enough courage to say it out loud so I only nodded.
Steph then ushered me into the bedroom. Once we got there my jaw dropped. Alessi, the woman behind the moan, was in the middle of Katie and caitlain who were bith fucking her witha starp meanwhile Lia was satting their enjoying the view.
Once she saw me she called for me to join her. At that moment I could truthfully say that the only person I blindly trusted was steph. It was not about comfort, I just relaxed more with her, so when Lia called for me, I involuntarily looked at Steph looking for her approval. “ You can do whatever you want, baby, just remember to use your words.” she said with a reassuring smile. Lia was a person that always intimidated me. Yes she was the sweetest but something about her was scary. “ yes i would like to go over to her.'' I said and trusted my gut.
Since Lia was sitting in an armchair, the only solution was to sit on her lap. Since we were naked and she only had her panties on, I freaked out a little. “ Hey, it's okay if you don't want to, I just want you to be comfortable,” she said. “Youare so fucking beautiful.” i say as my eyes drop to her chest. That was meant to be a thought but I said it out loud, embarrassed I looked away from her. With a swift mood she turned my head back to her hers and kissed me. The kiss was a happy medium between soft and rough. Her hands then find their place on my chest. Surprised, I gasped , which allowed her to slip her tongue in my mouth. After a while we stopped so that she could take another look at my body again.
“ I see Steph marked her territory.” she said pointing at the bruises on my neck. Looking over at the bed, Steph was going down on Leah near Alessia who was asleep. The scene was graphic but comforting.
“Leah opened me up too.” I say bravely.
Lia wasn't as surprised as she was amazed by how quick I managed to gta comfortable.
“ I think this attitude of yours needs some taking care of.” she added.
“ Well you better get on with it or I will seek another source.” I replied feeling bratty.
Lia seemed to get motivated by my sudden bratiness. So she got up and went to a drawer to retry a monstrous looking strap.
“ You are gonna get on her knees and take me in all off me no complaints.” she ordered. This was a new side of him that I never got to see. Not wanting to test her, I got on my knees and opened my mouth in front of her strap. Lia was a professional. She used the starp like it was a part of her thrusting slowly in and out of my month. “ that's a good girl taking me in so well. You can take more common and take more for me.” she said in the most reassuring tone. The starp was the biggest I have everseen or taken. But somehow I was able to take her in. my core was throbbing by the time she was close to coming. All the paradise, the sounds and Lia’s hand massaging my scalp made my clit so puffy and needy. I finished doing what I was told. All I wanted was to please her. I gagged a couple times but that didn't faze her she thrusted in my mouth harder and harder grabbing the back of my head tiger in each thrust. The moment she came was the best one of this entire evening. “ such a good girl made me come. Good fucking girl.” she cooed while breathing heavily.
When I got up from my knees my juices were dripping all over my thighs.
“ I think you need to take care of that.” said a woman with an indistinguishable Irish accent. “Please do.” I replied.
I then headed over to the bed where she laid with her strap pointing upwards.in immediately knew what to do so i sat on her lap and she slid inside of me; I will never the coockiest smirk on her face when my head dropped backwards. I was too overwhelmed to to me so she started fucking me. My hand held on to the head board because of the force she was fucking me with. Katie was rough, the roughest I have ever experienced but somehow that was what I needed at the moment. She kept on thrusting harder and harder i gave up on the head board and fell completely on her;
“ i am going to come.'' I said and without a second to spare I collapsed on her shaking. “ You are the most wonderful slut I have ever seen.” she whispered in my ear before getting out of me.
I could feel any part of my body. I was done for the night. I was the happiest and the most exhausted girl in the world.
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Last night | Part 2 | Katie McCabe | 18+ MDNI
Pairing: Katie McCabe x Arsenal!Reader
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut
A/n: The much requested part two to Last Night. I hope you like it :)
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By the time you got home, and had your conversation with Katie, it was already lunch time. So, Katie drove you to one of your favourite restaurants in the city for a lunch date. You had eaten here with Katie on numerous occasions, still this time it felt different. Every time your eyes met Katie's, a warm feeling rose to your chest, and your cheeks turned pink. It was your first date with Katie, and it was already better than you could’ve ever imagined.
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Before you head home, you decide to walk around in a nearby park. Your intertwined hands swing between the two of you, both being so happy to have shared your feelings with each other, and getting to be together in the way you’ve been wanting to for so long.
At your apartment, you plop down on the couch together, and start playing some fifa, like you often did on your days off together. You crushed Katie in the first game, “You just got lucky, I want a rematch.” She said when the final whistle blew. You shrugged your shoulders, “If you say so, miss sore loser.”
You look over to Katie with a smirk when you win another game, in Katie’s defence it was a close game this time. “Best out of five?” She asked without acknowledging your win. You peck her lips, “Sure, babe.” It was the first time you’d called her that, and you felt a blush creep up to your cheeks, the moment the nickname left your mouth.
Katie used your flustered state to her advantage, scoring the opening goal in the next game. She ended up winning your third game by two goals, making it so that she has a chance to win the best out of five competition after all.
After her last game's instant advantage through your flusteredness, she realised she could use this to her advantage more. A few minutes into the fourth game, she leans in and kisses you on the lips. You smile into the kiss, and are distracted from the game instantly. Before you could kiss Katie back, her head was already turned to the tv, as she raced her players towards your goal, leaving you to chase after her players. She scored the equaliser, and jumped up in excitement. You roll your eyes, “That’s so not fair.” She sits back down next to you and places a kiss on your cheek, “Who’s the sore loser now?” While Katie was busy rubbing in the goal she just scored, you managed to get through her defence and score a goal of your own. “Still you.” You say with a smirk, as the final whistle blows, and you are the official winner of the best out of five competition.
Katie is pouting in defeat, it was one of the most adorable things you had ever seen. “Good game.” You say offering your hand like how you do on the pitch with your opponents. Katie rolls her eyes but takes your hand regardless. Instead of shaking it, she uses it to pull you closer. You move with her, and sit down on her lap, facing her, a pout still present on her face. “I have an idea of how to get that pout off of your face.” Before Katie could ask what you had in mind, you connected your lips with hers.
The kiss started slow and soft, your lips moving in sync with one another. It turned more passionate once Katie’s hands slid up your thighs to your hips, as she pulled you closer. With one hand on her chest and the other in the nape of her nap, you deepen the kiss. Katie’s hands just started exploring underneath your shirt when the doorbell rang, rudely interrupting the both of you. With a deep sigh you get off of Katie’s lap to open up your front door.
You had totally forgotten about the food that you had ordered for dinner. Normally you wouldn't eat out twice in a day, but since your plans for today changed, you didn’t have enough food at home to cook a meal yourself. You hold up the bag of food, and it’s only then that Katie realises too. You walked over to kiss Katie once more before pulling her up and to the kitchen table.
Once you had done all the dishes together, Katie got a mischievous look on her face. “What?” You ask her with a laugh. “I believe we have some unfinished business to take care of.” While tapping your finger to your chin, to make it seem you’re deep in thought, you say, “Hm, I don’t think I know what you’re talking about.” Katie’s mischievous look turns into a pout, you look at her with a smirk, “Oh now I remember, miss sore loser.” She rolls her eyes, and pulls you closer. “Just come here.”
Her lips on yours felt like heaven. She walked you towards your bedroom, while she kept kissing you. The path you take was slowly drawn out by the discarded items of clothing. Your room filled with sounds of pleasure as Katie was sucking on your pulse point, and letting her hands explore your body. She started moving her kisses down your neck, your chest, your boobs, your stomach, all the way down to your thighs. With lust filled eyes she looks up to you for permission to continue, “Please Katie.” Is all she needed to hear to spread your legs, and connect her lips with your centre. The pleasure made you instantly buck your hips up, Katie reached a hand to your hip to press them back down. “Patience, darling.”
It wasn’t long after that you felt your orgasm nearing. Katie’s tongue circled your clit, while her fingers were moving inside you at a steady pace. “I’m so clo-” You didn’t even get to finish your sentence, as Katie curled her fingers hitting all the right places, and bringing you over the edge. She slowed her pace to help you ride out your orgasm. “You did so good, baby.”
Your hips bucked up when Katie started to remove her fingers. Katie looked up at you with a sly smile. Your cheeks had turned a dark shade of red, being slightly embarrassed with how needy you were for her. “You’re so beautiful.” She noted before kissing your cheek. She started moving her fingers slowly again. Her lips met yours in a passionate kiss. Katie loved the feeling of you moaning into the kiss.
Since you were still sensitive from your previous orgasm, Katie managed to get you close again in a matter of a few minutes. “It’s okay, baby, let go.” She whispered in your ear, before her lips connected to your neck once again. You came hard, while moaning Katie’s name, a stark difference to how quiet you had been the last time. Once she helped you ride out your high, she laid down next to you, pulling your body into hers.
You were exhausted from the short night, the long travel, and the amazing orgasms that Katie had just given you but you wanted Katie to have her turn too. Katie had noticed how tired you were and immediately took your hand in her own. “It’s okay, I wanted to take care of you tonight.”
Katie moved out from under you, and started to get up. You didn’t want her to leave, so you quickly asked, “Do you want to stay the night?” Katie smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Of course, there’s nowhere I’d rather be than by your side. I was just going to get you some water, and get you cleaned up.”
She came back in a pair of your shorts and your hoodie. After cleaning you up, and making sure you were hydrated, she helped you into a pair of shorts, and a shirt. When she laid down next to you, you were looking at her, eyes filled with admiration. “What is it, baby?” She asked while playing with your hair. “I love you, Katie.” Her smile grew and she pulled you in for a short kiss. “I love you too, y/n.”
The next morning you wake up with Katie’s arm around you. It instantly brought a smile to your face, and you cuddled into her. Sadly you couldn’t stay in bed for long as you had a match in a different league later. Luckily it was a home game, so you wouldn’t have to travel much. You prepared the both of you a quick breakfast, before you headed to the stadium. Katie’s hand was on your thigh most of the drive. You were already loving the new interactions between the two of you, and couldn’t wait to create more of your own habits together.
You met the rest of your teammates in the locker room, where your kits were all ready for the match ahead. You were chasing into your warm-up kit when Lia grabbed your shoulders, and started examining your neck and chest. “What are you doing?” Your brow furrows with the question. “Y/n, who gave you all these hickeys?” Katie sends you a proud smirk that goes unnoticed by the rest of your teammates, who all had their eyes on you now. You pushed Lia off, and quickly pulled your Jersey over your head. “My girlfriend, who clearly didn't care to warn me about them.” You knew the moment you said that there would be more questions, and sure enough, your teammates did not disappoint. “You never told us you had a girlfriend.” You shrug your shoulders, “It's still new.” It was true Katie had only asked you this morning. “Do we know her?” Caitlin continued. You and Katie hadn't talked about telling the team about the two of you, and you didn't want to assume she wanted to, so you decided to keep it vague for now. “You've probably heard of her, yes.”
You could feel the eyes roll around you, at your vagueness. “Wait, do you know who it is?” Leah's question was directed to Katie. “I do.” All eyes turned back to you. “Why can Katie know and not us?” Luckily Kim was there to put an end to your teammates comments, at least for the time being. “Leave her alone, she'll tell us when she's ready. Plus, we've got a match to win. Let's go ladies, warm-up is waiting for us.”
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“Sorry, I wasn’t sure how you felt about telling the team.” You tell Katie, as you’re warming-up together. “You’re all good. I don’t mind them knowing but seeing how all of them were back there I think it would be fun to keep them guessing for a bit, what do you think?” The sparkle in Katie’s eyes was enough for you to agree with her.
Arsenal was in the lead with a 1-0 score. The match was going great until you went down by a hard tackle. One that had you instantly reach for your ankle, trying hard to hold back your tears as the pain was overwhelming you. Lia rushed to your side, putting a hand on your arm, while she waved the medical team over with the other.
You were so focussed on your ankle that you didn’t hear the commotion that happened just a few feet away from you. Katie was yelling at the player that fouled you, and it didn’t stop there. She gave the player a hard shove, as she continued yelling. Kim and Vic tried holding her back but it was too late, as the referee was now running over and giving Katie a red card. She curses herself for now not being able to check on you, as Kim walks her to the sidelines near the tunnel.
The interaction had still gone unnoticed to you, only finding out Katie got a red when you were sitting up and were looking around for Katie, as she was usually there to check on you. “She got sent off.” Kim told you, when she realised who you were looking for. Your ankle was hurting too much to continue playing, so the medics walked you off the field. On the sidelines they taped an ice pack to your ankle, before they let you head into the tunnel.
You found Katie pacing around in the locker room. The moment she notices you, she rushes to your side to help walk you over to the bench. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?” Her questions were laced with worry. “It hurts but I will be fine. Now, what happened out there?” Katie’s shoulders slumped. “I got angry with her for hurting you, and yeah I know it was stupid, so I got a red.” You placed a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you for standing up for me. Next time I would rather have you by my side, than being kicked off though.” You joke, bringing a smile back on her face.
Leah walked down the tunnel to check on you, since you headed in, instead of sitting with the rest of the team. She opened the door to the locker room, only to find Katie kissing you. She quickly backs up, and closes the door again softly.
After about twenty minutes the rest of the team piles into the locker room with you. Everyone checked in with you, before heading to their cubbies. You were sitting with your back against the wall, with your hurt leg elevated onto Katie’s lap, and her hands resting on top of your leg.
Steph was watching the interaction with a furrowed brow. “What’s up Steffy?” You noticed her eyes on you. She shook her head, “Sorry, it’s none of my business.” With a shrug you say, “Ask me anyways.” You’d rather know what than guess what was going on in her head. “Well, I was just wondering, does your girlfriend not mind that you and Katie are so close?” She motioned to the two of you.
“Of course not, they’re the same person.” Leah looks up when the room goes silent, and her eyes widen. “Shit, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” Lia looks over to the two of you, “What does Leah mean by ‘they’re the same person’?” You look over to Katie, and she nods letting you know it’s okay. “Katie is my girlfriend.” The chatter in the locker room picks up again instantly. “Wait, Leah, how did you know?” Katie asks the fellow defender. “I went to check on y/n, and when I walked in here the two of you were kissing.” You laugh at how poorly you were able to keep your relationship to yourself to mess with your teammates, but are ultimately happy that they know.
Katie drives the both of you to her place after the match, and makes sure you’re well taken care of. She changed your ice pack when you got to her place and elevated your leg up on the coffee table before she sat down beside you, and let you cuddle into her side.
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