#millie bright smut
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It's your reward Millie Bright x Mary Earps x Reader
summary: You've scored the winning goal at the World Cup Final and you've got two women ready to give you your reward.
warnings: dom!millie, sub!mary, brat!mary, sub!reader, threesomes, sex toys, strap-on, cunnilingus, fingering, praise kink, daddy kink (only if you squint), this fic is actually too filthy to write out all the warnings
pairing: millie bright x mary earps x reader
word count: 8000+ [you're welcome ;)]
Just a side note, this was my biggest challenge yet so feedback would be appreciated! Also, there is definitely a shit-tonne of typos, but you'll let me off once you've read it
“I can’t believe you scored the winner!” Mary squeals in genuine excitement, throwing off her jacket and jumping on top of you as you sat on the bed. It was the night after the World Cup Semi-Final win and the entire team had been out partying, a lot of the attention all focused on you. All the kindness from the girls was something you never really got used to, it made you blush uncomfortably. Yet when it was Mary grabbing your face and telling you how happy she was for you, you melted into her touch.
“You played well darling; you made us both so proud.” Millie beamed; her eyes glowing at you as if she held sunlight in her gaze. You felt your cheeks flush, going all shy as you were sure that you must have been bright red at the praise you were receiving from both girls.
“All I did was kick it at the right time, you were the ones stopping them from beating us.” You spoke truthfully even though you knew that your goal was easily the best you’d ever scored. It flew into the top left corner and even you were shocked that it went in.
“God, so humble.” Millie teased, stroking a strand of your hair behind your ear, her thumb caressing against your blushing cheeks. “I think this all calls for another drink, go get that bottle Maz.” She instructed, gesturing towards the fridge that had an unopened bottle of champagne that Millie had bought in anticipation of the win that she knew deep down you’d have tonight.
“I don’t think she needs anymore alcohol.” You giggle, watching Mary walk to the fridge, clear to everyone in the room that she was beginning to feel the small effects of the alcohol she had consumed with the rest of the team. She popped open the bottle, overexcitedly cheering as the champagne began to pour from the top, clasping her tips over the leaking bottle to stop it from making a mess on the hotel floor. You and Millie were in stitches as you watched her chaos erupt in front of you both.
“The rest is for you, golden girl.” Mary smiled as the red returned to your calmed cheeks. She walked towards you, a stumble in her small steps as her thumb brushed your bottom lip, tipping your head back as she tips a little into your mouth.
“You really are our golden girl aren’t you.” Millie hummed, her hand still playing with your hair, taking a strand, and twirling it around her finger. Despite the small time you’d spent together as a three they both knew exactly how to make you squirm underneath them. Both of their hands on you and you were burning up in front of them.
“Watching you score that goal had made me so fucking hot for you.” Mary exclaimed, her body connecting with yours in a passionate flurry of arousal, straddling herself over your lap, your face in her hands and she pulls you in for a kiss. The feeling you got when her lips clashed into you, her heated frustration was contagious. She swiped her tongue across your lip, tasting the champagne on her mouth. Her tongue was moving with yours with such urgency that you didn’t see Millie reposition herself behind the other woman. Without hesitation, Millie pulls back on Mary’s ponytail, inciting a sharp gasp from the shorter woman.
“And what about you hm, making that incredible save against the best striker in the world.” She pulls Mary in for a rougher kiss, her head turned towards Millie at such an uncomfortable angle, but it allowed you the perfect view of Millie’s tongue swiping into her mouth, her hand reaching down to hold her by the throat. Their lips were moving together in such a way that made you wonder what they looked like together before they added you into the mix.
Everybody knew that Millie and Mary had been hooking up for months, they weren’t exactly subtle about it, making bold moves on each other at social events and then leaving together early on into the night. That’s why you were so confused when Mary made a move on you at the last Christmas party, that was until you found out that Millie had basically told her to do it. Mary had admitted that she was eager to hook-up with you and Millie wasn’t one to limit her, wanting her to do the things that made her feel the best she possibly could. Finding out that the two of them had discussed you in a sexual manner was something you found impossible to put to the back of your head and it all blossomed from that moment. Now here you were, Mary straddling over your thighs while Millie choked the woman who dominated you in such a way that you found it difficult to believe she was in this position.
“Now do you want to help me reward her.” Millie spoke into her ear, her heavy breath beating down against her neck, talking about you as if you weren’t underneath them both. Millie released her hands from her throat as she nodded eagerly, allowing her to turn back and look darkly into your eyes, her arms wrapping around your neck and pulling you back into a deep kiss. There was something about the way Mary would draw you into her body, making you tremble just at the feeling of her lips on yours. “What colour are you at?” She directed at you, you were fairly new to their dynamic and Millie liked to make sure that you were both entirely comfortable with everything she suggested.
“I’m completely green.” You smile, Mary nodding in agreement.
“Take her top off then baby.” Millie directed to Mary, the bed indenting slightly as she knelt beside you both. She complied immediately, never usually doing what Millie told her to do, but she wanted nothing more than to see your nipples harden when they make contact with the air of the room you all inhabited together. Once your top had come over your head, Millie’s fingers attacked the hair tie that was holding your hair loosely together, fanning your hair out over your shoulders.
You barely had time to think before you felt Millie’s hand snake around your body, grasping at your bare breasts, taking your nipple between her fingers, making you softly gasp into Mary’s mouth. This drove her crazy, her hips involuntarily grinding against your lap at nothing but the sound of you. Millie sensed her arousal and she wanted to make sure she felt as equally as important, finding great pleasure at having two women riled up in sexual frustration in front of her.
“I think you should get a reward too sweetheart.” She whispered into Mary’s ear, “You’ve made me so proud.” It was Mary’s turn to take Millie’s praise, both of you victims of her words that were making you simply kiss each other harder and with more desperation. Her hand found its way into Mary’s hair now, pulling her away from your lips and guiding her head towards your chest. Without much more prompt, Mary’s tongue swirled around the edge of your nipple, teasing you gently before taking it into her mouth. You feel your back arch against her lips connected to your chest so perfectly, your nipples hardening against her tongue as she increased her pressure, wanting to hear you moan so perfectly like she knows you can.
“I want you to ride her face while I give her a reward for playing so well.” Millie demanded and if you weren’t moaning desperately before, you certainly were now. Your eyes were wide, Mary’s gasp at the request vibrating against your nipple as she continued to tease you with her tongue.
“Is that okay with you baby?” Mary asks you, your breasts in her hands now as she kneads them underneath her palms, not wanting to let go of you as her desire to have you grew stronger.
“Fuck yes, Mary please.” You beg, her nails gripping into the sides of your chest at your pleading. She asked you with desperate eyes that you’d never seen before, she was usually so in charge of you and yet with one ounce of Millie’s praise and she was ready to give it all up.
Before you could even finish your train of thought, Mary was pushing you down the bed, sliding your skirt from your waist and both of the women smirk as they found nothing underneath. “Oh baby, you didn’t even wear underwear to the party.” Millie glowed, her proud smile telling you that you’d done something right. In Millie’s eyes you were the perfect submissive, you barely ever stepped a foot out of line, and you would do anything to make her happy with you. Mary was different. She challenged Millie a lot of the time, finding pleasure in being bratty, especially in comparison to you.
“Now my perfect girl, spread those legs for me, let me see how wet you are for us.” Millie had barely strung her sentence together and your legs were wide open, and Millie smiled down at you, dragging her fingers across your inner thighs. She could see you glisten on the inside of your legs, your lack of underwear meaning your arousal had spread down your legs.
“Mm absolutely soaking for us, and I bet this isn’t all from now, is it?” Mary asked you; her natural dominance always found a way to shine through, even when it was clearly Millie who held the control. You shook your head at her question, and you heard them both let out a scoff at the thought of your arousal starting to drip down your legs at the celebrations earlier just at the idea of coming back to this room with them.
You had your eyes shut in anticipation of what was to come, always feeling overwhelmed when the attention was completely on you. Mary was sat to the side of you, her clothes quickly chucked on the floor, her fingers pinching your nipples lightly, not enough to hurt you but enough to make you squirm under her touch.
“Mary baby, come keep her legs open and her mouth shut for me.” She instructs adding a sharp slap to her ass as Mary obliges, not even having to think about her body as she turns herself around. Mary knelt over your face, leaning down against your stomach, her hands gripping your thighs to keep them apart. Millie lies down between your legs, dragging her fingertip up and down your slit a few times, making you tremble at how light her touches were. As soon as Millie made contact with you, Mary let her body drop against your face and you followed Millie’s teasing on Mary’s folds, copying the same strokes she made but with your tongue.
Mary was anything but a quiet lover, she was the loudest of all three of you and those noises that she made was anything but innocent. You savoured the taste of her, this was one of your favourite things and they both knew this. You loved having her toned thighs squeeze against your head as she grinded down against your tongue, controlling her own pace as she rode your face. You remembered exactly how Mary liked to be ate, the exact twists and swirls of your tongue that made her head go fuzzy. You felt gentle kisses being placed against your clit, gasping against Mary which made her nails grip harder into your thighs, her hips moving against her will. The mix of Millie’s fingers teasing your entrance and the soft gentle movements of her lips against your folds was mind-blowingly pleasurable for such light touches.
“Fuck Fuck you feel so good, you’re so fucking good with that tongue of yours darling.” Mary gasped, her voice hitching over certain words as you quickened your pace, desperate to make Mary weak at the knees, you wanted her thighs to tremble around your face and you quickly gained this small pleasure. As Mary praised you, Millie teased a fingertip into you, her mouth around your clit making you a moaning mess against Mary’s cunt as the rest of her finger followed. Lost in your own pleasure you forgot to remember how Mary was staring directly at Millie going down on you along with slowly pulling her finger from your pussy before inserting it again, your arousal slick against her hand.
Once you were stretched around her finger you began to rock against Millies’s hand, giving her the signal that you were ready for her to thrust properly into you. Your moans were muffled and drowned out by Mary’s breathy gasps; the high-pitched sounds suddenly being cut off as Millie’s spare hand found its way around her throat. “God you both sound so fucking hot.” Millie let out, coming up for air and focusing on finding the points on Mary’s neck to clasp harder against, knowing that would send her into overdrive, her wrist slamming against your skin as she equally continues to fuck you at the same time.
Every time you felt Millie curl her fingers against your g-spot, the swirling of your tongue on Mary’s clit got quicker and you increased the pressure and you finally got what you wanted, her knees started to give way and you were convinced that the grip of her nails on your thighs was going to leave bruises. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop, your mouth feels so fucking good.” Mary managed to let out as Millie let go of her throat, allowing a full stream of oxygen enter her body.
“Don’t you dare fucking come Earps, I mean it, I want her to come first.” Millie ordered, her thrusts into you still getting quicker, her thumb nudging against your clit with every movement. Millie liked to dictate the act between you three, getting off on both of you listening and acting how she asks of you. She rarely got what she wanted as Mary enjoyed ruining this simple pleasure for her, and it didn’t look like this was going to change as you harden your tongue, flicking her swollen clit back and forth, knowing this would send her over the edge every single time.
“Mils she feels too good, I can’t stop, I want to cum on her face.” Mary gasped, her voice break paired with her shaking legs signalling that it was too late to listen to Millie’s orders now, she was going to cum on your face no matter what Millie wanted. You were beginning to get close, each thrust met with her thumb sliding against your clit.
“Mary, I’m warning you.” But by the time Millie had even finished her sentence, her words were cut off by Mary’s moans, her hips jerking uncontrollably against your face, you found your hands on her thighs, pulling her down closer as she rode out her orgasm. Before you had chance to join in on the high all contact from you was removed. You whined, your building orgasm stilling.
“You are so fucking good with your tongue.” Mary let out; her head hung as her body calmed after the shocks through her body started to relax. You were still underneath her, the frustration between your legs at the loss of contact so close to your orgasm doubling the arousal to your surprise. It had turned you on more than you thought it would.
“Clearly too fucking good considering you couldn’t do what I asked.” Millie growled, grasping a handful of Mary’s hair, and forcing her to meet her gaze. Millie was met with a smirk, no level of remorse shown for disobeying her orders and she knew that Mary was going to be as much of a brat as she could, like usual, still refusing to submit to her without a fight. “Get on your knees now.”
“Make me.” Even you knew that was a mistake as you felt Mary being forcefully pulled off your body, hitting the ground with a thump. You watched in suspense as Millie placed her on her knees, knowing that Mary needed more than you did to submit fully to her. Your eyes were darting back and forth between the two women, observing how Millie grasped Mary’s face in between one hand.
“You’re going to stay like this, you didn’t listen to me, and you need to learn to be more like y/n.” Millie demanded, looking directly into Mary’s eyes, her smirk wiped completely from her face, and you felt your legs squeeze together at the combination of the praise but also the view of Mary on her knees for her. “Don’t do anything stupid, trust me you’re on your last chance.” She warned, her thumb sliding down against her bottom lip. “Colour?”
“Green.” Mary revealed in true honestly. As much as she didn’t want to admit how much she was enjoying being forced onto her knees on the cold wooden floor, her gaze still being able to catch glimpse of you lying there in suspense of what was left to come, she wasn’t going to lie about it.
“That’s a good girl.” Millie was the only one left with a smirk on her face, looking in awe at Mary finally on her knees for her, silence overwhelming the room as she walked over to the bed, straddling your body and stroking your hair behind your ear. With every touch your breath was shaking.
“I bet you’re desperate for a release after she ruined it for you hm?” Millie asked you directly, both of your eyes diverting to glance at the goalkeeper. She was sensing from your desperate groans and small squirms that you were accidentally edged by her. “Tell me what you want as your reward for doing everything I’ve said, you’ve earned it from being so well-behaved.”
You didn’t know what to say, at this point Millie could do anything to you but that’s not what you really wanted. You three had only shared a few moments together like this and usually the focus was completely on you, but this time had been different. Millie was trying to make Mary just as submissive as you, rather than letting her take turns. You wanted to watch Mary struggle against Millie’s fight for dominance, one that you knew Millie wouldn’t lose. From the second you watched the heat between them tonight you were so curious as to what they would look like together, alone.
“I want to watch you fuck Mary.” You whisper and Millie stops stroking your hair in shock, that’s not what either of them were expecting. You glanced again at where Mary was knelt, and she was smirking at you with her wide eyes, and you felt the heat between your legs burn against your thighs. You didn’t understand how Mary could have this dominating effect on you while she was forced to be on her knees.
“I’m sure that can be arranged baby.” Millie reassured, reaching for her bag, and pulling the strap the inner pocket. Your eyes widened at the sight; you’d never introduced toys between the three of them. You knew that Millie and Mary would be much more experienced in that field which made you all the more excited to watch them both together. “Do you think you can take it first, just for a little while, I’ve never wanted to fuck that beautiful pussy more than right now.” Her words were so gentle towards you, just filled with lust and desire to have you there and then. You nod, your eyes brushing over the sheer length of the toy, as she slipped the harness over her thighs, pulling the straps tight, fixing it into place.
“C’mere Baby.” Millie’s voice was calm and soft, different than when she was talking to Mary. You felt her hand against your face, brushing her fingers down the length of your jaw. She took your hand, squirting some lube against your palm. “Get it ready.” She instructed yet her tone of voice remaining gentle as you took the length of the strap between your fingers, spreading the lube against the silicone toy. You flicked your wrist up and down it, not once making eye contact with the blonde who was looking down at you as you moved your hand. She placed a kiss against your forehead, tilting your chin up to look at her. In that moment when your eyes met hers you forgot that Mary was down on her knees just watching the two of your together. This was a completely different dynamic than anything you three had done before, it was always a joint effort, but the addition of such slight voyeurism was making you more desperate than before.
“Please Millie, I want you to feel your cock inside of me.” You spoke, the innocence to your voice differing completely to what Millie was used to with Mary being so bratty all of the time. While Millie loved Mary’s bratty side, she was beginning to fall for your well-behaved submissive act too.
“Lie down baby, let me make you feel good, you deserve it.” She whispers in your ear, her breath grazing your skin as your back hits the bed. Her hands were on your chest, your legs spreading open for her without request. “See, this is how you behave.”
Millie was edging towards your aching opening, teasing you with the head, wanting to get as much of you on her strap. Her hands loved to explore your body, making you tremble under her touch as the head pushed against your clit, feeling the shock rock through your skin. You knew not to beg too much, knowing this was one of Millie’s frustraters, you knew that she liked you to be grateful for everything she gives you, even if it is teasing you into oblivion.
“Breathe for me baby.” Millie instructed as she held the strap in her hand, guiding it towards your entrance and pushing the tip inside of you. You felt yourself begin to stretch around her and the moan that escaped your lips had Mary’s eyes locked onto your face, watching desperately at your reaction as Millie pushed inside of you. “Take your time.” Millie continued to coach you through it, knowing that it was an overwhelming feeling as she continued to push until she felt resistance.
“Fuck Mils, you- I- you feel so good.” Your voice was shaking, barely able to string a sentence together as your eyes slammed shut, your body getting used to the feeling of stretching around Millie’s cock. Her hands were soothing, tracing shapes against your skin as your lips clamped together, your eyes fluttering open to look at Millie’s awe stuck face at you taking her strap so well.
“Look at what you’re doing to her, she can’t stop looking at you taking my cock.” Millie breathed, her voice has deeper than usual, her hips beginning to rock into you, taking it slowly, working you up. You turned your head to look at Mary, her eyes locking to yours and you decide to look at her while Millie took her first full thrust into your body. Her tongue licked her top lip, taking her bottom lip into her own mouth as she watched you moan, looking directly into her eyes.
“You look so pretty like that.” Mary spoke, her head tilting as she smiled at you, disobeying Millie’s order to stay silent earning her a sharp look from the taller woman. You felt her thrusts getting stronger in response, her hands found their way to your hips, holding you down and slamming you against her thrusts. You thought you were going to explode from Millie’s strong hips slamming against your body alone, but now your body was moving to her pace too you couldn’t stop the endless strings of moans that were escaping your lips, and you didn’t even try to stop them. You could feel her in your stomach, each thrust seeming to go deeper and deeper into you. You were getting close, the orgasm building each time Millie rolled her hips, the strap hitting your spot with every thrust.
“Mils, I’m getting close.” You whimper, your legs beginning to tremble, your back arching slightly towards the taller woman. She slows her thrusts, stroking your skin as she pulls out of you. You go to open your mouth in protest but she places her finger against your lips.
“I know I know but trust me it will be worth it later.” She smirks, her hands travelling down your body, still looking at you in disbelief that she’d just had her strap inside of you. “It’s time for your reward remember.” She says, looking over at Mary who looked like a desperate mess on her knees against the cold floor.
You instantly forgot your own frustration, sitting up against the back of the bed as Millie shuffled towards the edge of the bed to where Mary was kneeling impatiently. “Now what am I going to do with you hm?” Millie spoke, her gentle voice was gone and in replacement was a dominating tone that you she had never used on you before.
“Guess we’re both going to find out.” Mary smirked, her brattiness coming out in full force now. The blonde had Mary’s face in her hand, roughly jerking her head up to look up towards her.
“God you are such a fucking brat.” The taller woman spat, shaking her head in disbelief at the woman still on her knees for her. She pinched her nipple between her fingers making Mary gasp at the sharp touch. She stood up, the strap she’d used on you still glistening in your arousal at her hips. Mary’s face was directly in-line with the dick, looking at the remnants of you with a huge smile on her face. “You wanna taste her? We both know how good she tastes.” Millie teased, looking back over at you, your legs slightly open allowing them both to see you dripping at your entrance. Mary licked her lips in suspense, nodding her head. “Go on then.” Her left eyebrow raised, gesturing Mary towards the strap, clearly not what she was originally agreeing to.
“Millie we both know I’m not going to do that.” Mary protested, but Millie nudged the strap towards her lips, her hand on the back of her neck. Her lips were not opening at the request, but once the strap made contact with her, she opened her mouth in response to the taste of you against her lips. Millie took her chance against her open lips, sliding the strap harshly into her mouth. She spluttered, but the taste of you against the strap let her swirl her tongue around the head, gripping the back of Millie’s thighs as she thrust into her mouth.
“This is my new favourite way to keep you fucking quiet.” Millie stated, her eyes never leaving Mary’s as she took the strap in her mouth, looking up with lust behind her eyes. Millie was harshly thrusting into her throat now and you could feel your cunt ache in desperation at watching the two of them together.
“Deeper baby, that’s it.” She had her hands wrapped up in Mary’s hair, forcing her to gag on each thrust. She looked up at Millie, taking her in, the way she was stood looking down at her.
Millie pulls out of her mouth, smirking at the saliva dripping from her lips. Mary’s cheeks were flushed red as she makes eye contact with you again, almost nervous at how she’d just sucked you off of the strap, gasping and moaning at the taste of you. You felt that even you were having an effect on her now, one that was slowly breaking down her bratty walls. “You looked like you enjoyed that.” Millie mocked, knowing the red in her cheeks was from the pleasure she just received from the humiliation.
“I did that for the taste of her, not for you.” Mary tried to change the subject, bringing the focus back to you being used for their little game of power play, but the flush on her cheeks was giving you and Millie a different view of why she enjoyed that.
“Sure, you did sweetheart,’ Millie teased, brushing her thumb down Mary’s bottom lip, “It suits you being on your knees for me, sucking me off like that.” The red in her cheeks was growing, her eyes rolling at the comment.
“Now are you going to fuck me in front of her or not?” Mary was growing impatient, her knees beginning to ache against the floor, her body slumping against her thighs as she struggled to keep her core tight.
“Only if you beg for it.” Millie responded quickly, barely thinking about her words, and knowing exactly what to say to make Mary tremble underneath her. “Considering you’re already on your knees I’m sure that will be easy enough for you.”
“I’m not begging for anything.” She protested and you could feel the arousal between your own thighs growing at her disobedience. Millie let out a mocking laugh, knowing that Mary would be begging because she wasn’t planning on doing anything to her until she does.
“Then you’re not getting anything.” Millie turned away from her, looking back towards you. She was making her way back between your legs, painfully slow, giving Mary enough time to regret her decision. You watched in awe as the strap hung from the blonde, giving you a telling look that made you know that Mary was going to give in within seconds.
“Please Millie, I’m sorry, come back.” Millie smirked at you when the submissive words came from Mary’s lips. You’d never heard her apologise, never seen her on her knees like this and it was something you could get used to.
“I think you’re using to wrong name sweetheart.” Millie was really lapping it up now, feeling confident at how you were being able to watch Mary in her submissive headspace. This was never something that you’d imagined them being like, presuming it would be a heated fight for dominance, but Millie wasn’t having that today, she wanted to show Mary off to you.
“I’m not calling you that, not until you’re inside of me.” Mary was still not quite where Millie wanted her to be, but she was beginning to get desperate to watch Mary take her cock herself. Millie stuck her hand out and Mary took it, slowly allowing her to stand up and meet her at the edge of the bed that you were watching from.
Their lips met with such urgency and desperation, Mary’s hands snaking around the back of Millie’s neck, pulling her in closely and tightly. The shorter woman was whining against her lips, aching with frustration. “Please can you fuck me now, I need you.” Even you felt your breath hitch at Mary’s pleading, her flushed cheeks and begging eyes driving Millie crazy. With no hesitation, Millie turned her round, shoving her into the bed on all fours, standing behind her and slapping her ass swiftly once before roughly grabbing her waist, pulling her back into her.
“I don’t think you’re even going to need warming up.” Millie scoffed, her fingers dragging through her folds with ease as her arousal had been building up at watching you take the strap a few moments before. “You’re fucking soaking, I knew you wouldn’t be able to handle watching me fuck another woman without you.” She wiped her fingers down her back, her body arching into her touch. Mary’s head was hung, her hair falling across her face as Millie was degrading her infront of you.
You shuffled a little closer, not trying to bring attention to yourself but wanting to be able to physically feel the heat that was growing between the two women. You could see Millie push the strap against her cunt, harshly rubbing between her thighs and catching the top of her clit with her strokes. Mary was gasping every time she edged closer to her entrance, you could see her body reacting to each touch.
“Fuck please Mils.” Mary begged, the bedsheets bundled in her fists, Millie roughly pulled her hair back, forcing her head up and you saw her eyes for the first time, your lips clamped together along with your thighs at the look she gave you. She pushed just the tip of the strap into her folds, and you watched her eyes widen and her mouth hung slightly ajar. Millie didn’t push any further, as if she was waiting for another plead from the brunette. “Fuck fine, Daddy please I need you.”
With that she thrust fully inside of her, gripping her hips so tightly as Mary effortlessly moved her hips back into her with every movement. You barely had time to recover from Mary calling Millie Daddy as you watched the two bodies move together in such desire, awe stricken from what you were watching. You could see Mary’s chest rising and falling rapidly from the pleasure she was getting from Millie grinding her hips roughly into her. Millie was looking smug with herself, forcing Mary’s hips to keep up with her relentless pace, Mary’s sudden submission to her making her groan with each thrust. “Take It baby, take all of me like a good little girl.”
Her hand was on Mary’s back, pushing her weight onto her so her face was shoved against the mattress, her ass stuck up higher allowing her to pump harder into her. Mary was a moaning mess against the sheets, her hips still pushing back against the strap. The sharp and breathy whimpers she was making as her grip on the sheets got stronger was making your pussy ache, your legs crossing trying desperately hard not to touch yourself as you watched them. Mary was moaning Millie’s name, her words just tumbling out of her mouth with no thought behind them as her face was continually shoved into the bed with each pump into her cunt.
You weren’t only admiring Mary now, your eyes caught gaze of the strong arm that was pinning her against the bed. The sleeved muscular arm that flexed hard, Millie still with her sports bra on, her face glowing pink as she worked harder into Mary. There was something so mesmerising about those two together, with Mary so submissive to the taller woman, taking all of her. You were still edging closer to the two of them and when Mary felt your presence she gripped hold of your hand, digging her nails into your skin making you wince but also making your heart grow warmer. Millie caught glance of this and the smirk she had been wearing turned into a smile as she continued pumping into her.
“If only Mary would take a leaf out of your book baby, then she wouldn’t have to look like such a desperate mess.” Millie said over the top of Mary’s endless moans, her grip still getting tighter around your hand. You tucked Mary’s hair behind her ear, catching a glimpse of how desperate she really did look.
“Do you think I could have a turn, since I’ve been so good for you.” You whispered nervously, not sure what had come over you. You rarely asked for anything, usually enjoying the feeling of not knowing what either of them were going to do to you. Millie’s thrusts slowed down, tilting her head to look at you, melting at the doe eyes you were giving her.
“Oh baby, you’re getting all jealous hm, you want me to fuck you again?” Millie said, her voice again naturally going all soft on you, like she couldn’t ever say no to you even if she wanted to.
Your skin shivered at the request, but you felt your head shaking, a confused look plastered on both of their faces. “I, uh, no, I want to do what you’re doing.” With that Millie’s movements had stilled completely, leaving Mary a whining mess against the bed.
“Fuck that’s so hot, you’re so hot.” Millie groaned, pulling out of Mary who was looking at you as with such desperation, giving you silent permission to do anything you wanted to her. She reached for your face, pulling you into a heated kiss as she removed the strap while your lips moved against each other’s. “It is your reward baby, come here then.” Millie says, urging you up off the bed and helping you into the harness. It felt so powerful having the strap around your legs and Mary waiting desperately for you.
“I want to see your face, Mary.” You asked, your voice not quite as demanding as Millie’s, but Mary complied nonetheless, turning herself round and her mouth instantly opening as she looked up your body, the strap round your waist.
“Aren’t I lucky?” Mary smirked, her eyes not once leaving your body and you felt yourself getting nervous, not wanting to embarrass yourself infront of the two of them. Millie was just stood watching, frozen infront of the scene unfolding between the two hottest women she’d ever laid eyes on. The way Mary was looking at you, her legs spread as you kneel between them, you’d never done this before, not to someone else but you’d watched as other people had done it to you and you were certain you were going to shock them both.
“Confidence baby, make her feel how you like to feel.” Millie whispered into your ear, sensing the nerves that were radiating off of you, she planted a kiss on your cheek before moving to sit behind Mary, resting her head against her stomach, wanting to feel part of it all. “I’ll keep her still for you, she’s a squirmer this one.” She hooked her legs around her back of her head, bending her knees and holding Mary’s hands flat against the bed, stopping her from moving around too much, allowing you to work this out in your own head.
“Please, I need you to fuck me, I want to feel you inside of me baby please.” Mary begged; her eyes filled with lust as she looked at you shaking infront of her. This gave you the extra confidence that you needed, fully fitting into the role as best as you could. You looked down at her and you decided you were really going to make sure she felt like your reward.
You guided the strap to her, doing exactly what Millie did to you, teasing her with the head. She was so desperate for a release that she wasn’t going to let you tease her like Millie had, pushing her hips up to meet you, silently pleading for you to skip this step. You looked as Millie nodded at you to continue, Mary’s chest lifting and falling as she waited for you to fuck her. Her back arched as you pushed the entire strap into her, and the moan that escaped her lips was the best one yet.
You started with a few slow lengthy grinds into her, pulling all the way out and re-entering her again, making her stretch around your strap. You watched the way her body reacted to each fully thrust, watching as you pushed it into her. You wanted to be closer to Mary, readjusting to lean forward over her body, your hands either side of her body as you thrust your hips a little harder. She was moaning your name into your ear, and you leaned down to kiss her fiercely, not once taking your focus off the rhythm you were building.
“Yes, baby girl, just like that!” She moans, her legs wrapping around your waist, pulling you into her.
“You’re doing such a good job taking her cock baby.” Millie said, squeezing her hands a little harder for encouragement. “And fuck you look so hot fucking her.” She said honestly, feeling her arousal growing as she watched your body finding its own rhythm, one that was drawing pretty moans and gasps from Mary. You were watching Mary’s face react to each thrust, trying to find the sensitive spot inside of her that you knew would prove yourself to her. She called out your name and you didn’t move from your position, applying a few more thrusts into her, hitting it with every single one, your name escaping her lips each time.
“Let me ride you baby, please I’m begging you.” Mary let out as you hit her spot again, you look at Millie for confirmation and she had the biggest smirk on her face, nodding her head at you as you pulled out of her. You barely had chance to get off of Mary before she had her lips crashing against yours, that same animalistic kiss that she gave you when you were usually in her position. Millie moved out of the way, patting the bed where she was sat and Mary pushed you back onto the bed, ready to take some dominance back from you. You were distracted as Mary’s tongue swiped against your lip, letting her in and she was kissing you as if it was the first time, she’d tasted you. Millie was rummaging around in her bag before bulling out a small bullet vibrator.
“Do you want this to help you get your release my pretty girl.” Millie praised, waving it infront of your face and you were nodding with eagerness, gasping as Mary was still kissing you, straddled on top of you, ignoring the strap that was behind her. She moved up off you, allowing Millie to slot the vibrator into the right place, not switching it on but keeping her hand on the button as she sat on the bed next to you.
Mary was hovering over you, but with the vibrator sat perfectly against your clit you knew that you needed nothing more than to feel like Mary was going to making you cum. She starts to take the strap and you grab her hips, pulling her all the way down onto you. With that Millie pressed the button and the vibrations against you mixed with the way Mary was gazing into your eyes, her moans barely escaping her lips as she started to rock her hips against you. You were the desperate mess now, jerking your hips up into Mary as her hand found its way around your neck, leaning over your body, her breasts right in front of your eyeline. You gasped as she squeezed harder, beginning to fully thrust into her as she slammed her body down against the strap.
“Fuck Mary you feel so fucking good.” You let out in a spluttering mess as you watched her body eagerly bouncing up and down, you were mesmerised by both the orgasm growing inside of you and the way her body looked taking you so desperately. You watched her eyes roll back as you pushed her hips down on you harder. Millie started tracing circles against your skin, leaning in, her mouth trailing over your exposed neck, leaving occasional marks by nibbling against your skin.
“I’m getting so fucking close, fuck Mary you look so fucking good like this.”
“Go on baby, cum for us.” Millie spoke against your neck, taking your skin in-between her teeth, soothing the immediate pain with her tongue.
“Come inside of me sweetheart.” Mary grinned as your moans became higher pitched with each one you let out of your open mouth. She was still grinding her hips against you, and Millie’s fingers were toying with your nipple as you got closer and closer and each time you thought you were going over the edge it kept building instead. You figured this was a result of the edging earlier but as your head threw back into the pillow and the feeling of Mary’s body slamming against the vibrator against your clit, you chanted out both of their names as it finally washed over you. Mary was riding you slower, letting you uncontrollably thrust your hips up into her.
You didn’t get a chance to recover, Mary’s body tiring as she was still grinding her hips against the strap. The vibrations didn’t stop, but you watched Millie finally take her underwear off, kneeling back onto the bed. You were so sensitive, and the vibrator being pushed consistently against you was overstimulating you.
“Did you want the vibrator off before I get off on that tongue of yours for the first time?” Millie asked gently, stroking your face as you shake your head, wanting to feel the overpowering vibrations take-over your body as the older woman rode your face. Millie had never let you do this before, she barely ever received when you three were together, preferring to get off on making you two feel incredible.
“That’s my girl.” Millie smirked, looking at the way your body was desperately still trying to push Mary over the edge of her own orgasm. You took one last look at Mary whose moans were becoming breathy and laboured before Millie kneeled over your face, your tongue immediately searching through her dripping folds, wanting to make her feel as good as she makes you, wanting to prove yourself to her.
Unlike Mary, Millie was not a loud lover, but the gasp she released when your tongue swirled against her clit, barely touching her made you instantaneously increase your pressure. The two were facing each other, both on top of you, both using you to get off and it was the hottest you’d ever felt. She tasted different to Mary, but equally as addictive as you lapped your tongue around her opening.
Your hands were gripping the back of Millie’s thighs, and you could hear them kissing, their bodies melting into one another’s as they both chased their long-awaited orgasms. You could hear how close Mary was, her hips moving quicker again but not in any sort of rhythm, just doing anything to feel the strap inside of her. Millie reached her hand to Mary’s clit, stroking small precise circles over the top of it and you swear you could feel her clench against the strap you were wearing.
“I want you to hold that orgasm love, wait for me to get there.” You heard Millie say, her voice was no longer dominating, it was shaky and desperate as she lowered herself further down against your tongue. You flatten your tongue, letting her grind her hips against your face.
“Mils hurry I can’t hold it much longer.” Mary’s voice was broken up by her own moans and you felt Millie’s legs begin to tremble underneath your touch, remembering exactly what you did with her tongue that pushed her over the edge, her thighs squeezing so hard around your head you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. All you could do was listen to them both reach their orgasm together and the noises they made harmonised one another and both of them using you to get off had quickly become your new favourite thing.
Millie was the first to collapse, Mary still riding out her orgasm and you lifted your hips in an attempt to aid her in pushing through it. Millie quickly got off your face, a devilish smile across her lips as she looked at your face, your hair messed up and your cheeks painted scarlet, her arousal fresh around your lips. She kisses you first, her hand stroking through your tangled hair. Mary had lifted herself off the strap, helping you out of it while Millie planted kisses all over your face. She collapsed on top of you, her body finally giving in, wrapping her arms around your body.
“That may have been the hottest thing we’ve ever done.” You said honestly, finally catching your breath back. “Seeing you like that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” You directed towards Mary, and she hid her face in your arm, getting all flustered at your words.
“I don’t tend to make a habit of it.” She whispered into your arm, her body flush against yours as Millie lied down next to you, wrapping her own arm around your neck, joining in on the group hug.
“You should.” Millie grinned, her hand patting the top of Mary’s head, “I enjoyed seeing you get so flustered and desperate.”
“It certainly was an experience.” You said, looking down at Mary who had finally shown her face, her eyes swiftly looking back at the both of you before squeezing you both tightly in her arms.
“Well, it won’t be the last, I’m sure.” She said, her cheeks flushing red again and Millie mocked her, pinching her cheek and shaking her head with her hands. “Right, that’s enough now, just give me a hug.” You both obliged, feeling the warmth from both of them right in your chest.
(well done for getting through it, hope you're not feeling too much)
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Rachel Daly & Millie Bright| New Experiences|
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I was planning on writing more fluff but all the smut ideas hit me like a truck so here you go ig, also this is loooong
I'm kinda nervous to post this idk why (the proof reading was very rushed, not my best work)
TW: Strap on use, fingering (reader receiving), oral (Millie receiving), face sitting, praise kink, dirty talk, slight breeding kink
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You've been dating Rachel for almost a year now and obviously you've met Millie more than once. The two best friends were soulmates and you won't lie, at first it bothered you a little. How they were so impossibly close with their matching tattoos and their inside jokes. It made you feel like you have to compete for Rachel's attention and time.
Then you realised how crazy that sounded so you shifted your attention to trying to be friends with Millie. You two bonded really fast and Rachel was delighted over your new found relationship.
Now some time has past and the three of you have settled into a comfortable dynamic. Although no matter how much time you spend with someone, there are always things about them that you must discover.
You and Rachel are cuddled up on the couch with Millie on the other side with your legs draped over her lap as a boring rom com plays on the tv. The movie was something that you guys found playing already and decided to leave it, the plot being about a woman discovering her love for women after years of dating men.
Everything was going smoothly until the two best friends decided to make an innocent joke.
"Good for her, but I'm sure that it's not that easy to realise you like women after dating men your whole life."
"Pssh please, one night with us and you'd be head over heels Bright."
Millie turned to Rachel so they can continue their little scramble but your mind had simply stopped working. Surely Millie must be joking. There's no way she's not only straight but also has never been with another woman before. Sure, you've never talked about her sexuality with Millie before but you had simply assumed. Which sounds bad but at the same time, could you really be blamed?
"Wait wait wait. Millie, you've never been with a woman before?"
Rachel looks at you with a smirk you can't identify at the moment and Millie just smiles and shakes her head.
"Nope. Never. Shocking ain't it?"
You only hum in response and focus your attention back towards the screen. Just when you thought the night was about to continue as normal, Rachel reached down and squeezed your thigh. You gulped knowing that this conversation isn't over just yet.
It was almost midnight when Millie left. You and Rachel were getting ready for bed. You noticed your girlfriend throwing pointed glances at you but not really saying what she wants. Finally you've had enough so with a huff you pull her into your side on the bed. Rachel chuckles slightly before finally revealing her thoughts.
"So about what happened earlier... You were a tad bit disappointed that Millie isn't interested in women."
Rachel said it so confidently that it made you laugh at first but once you noticed she was serious you started playing with your hands anxiously.
You'll admit you've spent a fair share of time ogling your girlfriend's best friend. It's not like cheating, of course not, it's just that Millie was an objectively attractive woman. A gorgeous, tall, mascular woman that you've fantasised about once or twice. Or more than that.
You thought you were not being obvious about it but Rachel knows you better than you know yourself. It's also fortunate that Rachel knows Millie better than anyone. She's caught her best friend looking once or twice. She couldn't blame Millie, you're drop dead gorgeous.
The recent events tied everything together, it's just too good of an opportunity for Rachel to brush it off without doing anything.
When Rachel realised you weren't going to answer she tugged you to her side and pulled you in for a side hug.
"I've seen how you look at Millie babe." Rachel leaned in and whispered in your ear. You froze completely at her words, not knowing how to react. Rachel smirked teasingly and you blushed trying to hide your face in her shoulder.
"I don't blame you. Millie is really hot."
Your eyes almost bulge out of your skull after hearing your girlfriend's words. You move back to look at her, trying to gauge her reaction to see if she's lying or joking. When you realise she's completely serious you bite your lip in thought.
"Are you really saying what I think you're saying?" Rachel only nods in response looking at you with an almost hopeful look." I don't want Millie to be uncomfortable. I mean she's never been with a woman before and what if she thinks we're creepy, or disgusting or-"
"Woah pause. Millie would never. If she doesn't like the idea she'll simply tell me that and then we'll forget this ever happened."
You ponder over it a few moments as Rachel quietly runs her hands up and down your sides. When you finally nod, Rachel grin in triumph and lays down on the bed.
"Good. I'll talk to her tomorrow."
When Rachel came home grinning from ear to ear and pulled you in a passionate kiss you thought she was just in a mood. But after she pulled away she told you that Millie had miraculously agreed. You really didn't expect her to but you'd be lying if you said you weren't giddy at the thought of a threesome with your girlfriend's best friend.
It took a lot of preparation and long talks with Millie about your boundaries and your kinks but everything was finally sorted and ready. You were almost pacing in your living room waiting for Millie to arrive. Rachel is trying to play it cool but you could tell she was nervous as well. It's not like you two have done this before.
The tension in the room is broken by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Rachel jumped up from the couch and all but ran to the door. Millie seemed to be anxious as well, her more than you and for good reason. With everyone anxious the atmosphere was a little awkward. You didn't dare to make the first step, opting to look at the floor instead.
After a few seconds of silence Rachel finally decides to break the ice. She pulls Millie closer by the fabric of her shirt and frames her face with her hands. Millie's face flushes red and she nods her consent. Rachel finally pushes their lips together, softly at first, expertly sliding their lips together. Millie groans softly into the kiss and her hands fall on Rachel's hips to pull her closer. You watch as the two best friends kiss and warmth grows in the pit of your stomach as the kiss turns more passionate. Rachel gasps when Millie squeezes her hips and grinds down on her which allows the taller blonde to slip her tongue in Rachel's mouth.
Your eyes are dark with lust as you watch the scene in front of you progress and you rub your thighs together desperate to relieve some of the pleasure in between your thighs. You weren't expecting Millie to take the rains so easily, especially with Rachel usually being the dominant one in the bedroom, but it's definitely a welcome surprise. When the defender sucks on Rachel's tongue she whines and her hips twitch. Millie pulls back then and Rachel chases her lips only to be lightly pushed back by her best friend's strong hand. Millie is smirking confidently when she turns to look at you.
"Can't let you have all the fun now can we, Rach?"
Without another word you pounced on her, your kiss wet and rough as you tried to consume one another. Realising that you three have been standing in the hall this entire time you string Millie towards the bedroom, your lips not once leaving eachother. Once you reached the bedroom Millie pushed you on the bed. You fell on the cushions with your eyes stuck on Millie who looked a bit uncertain on how to continue. Rachel slipped behind Millie, reaching around to rub chiseled abs over the defender's clothes but her blue eyes were fixed on you.
"Take your clothes of baby."
You nod fast at Rachel's command and take your clothes off slowly, making sure to give the two women watching you a show. You take of your shirt first, revealing the lacy white lingerie you picked out. You bite your lip as you feel your pussy grow wetter when you see Rachel slowly undressing Millie, taking of her clothes piece by piece as she kisses along her neck and whispers in her ear hotly.
"Doesn't she look so pretty? Do you want to fuck her Millie?"
You moaned needily when you heard Rachel's raspy voice. Millie's eyes were dark with lust, she licked her lips and gripped the sides of your bottoms. With a nod you gave your consent and Millie tugged down both your pants and your underwear at once.
Millie was bare on top as well, save for her bra. Rachel had now moved next to you and swiftly unhooked your bra. You whimpered when the cold air hit your stiff nipples and Millie groaned at the sight of your soft breasts completely exposed. Rachel reached over and took her best friend's hands on her own to guide them to your chest. Millie instinctively squeezed and groped your tits, her big palms covering the entire soft expanse of your breasts. Rachel, ever the impatient woman, moved to your neck instead as she nipped and sucked bruises on your skin.
Millie started twisting and tugging on your nipples and you moaned loudly bringing one of your hands to tangle in Rachel's soft blonde hair.
"Please, lower!"
Rachel smirked against your neck when you begged. She pulled back and started rubbing your thighs as you let them fall open. Both women turned their attention on the wet patch that very obviously formed on your panties.
Rachel slowly slid them off and you whined as she took her sweet time, teasing you as much as possible. Now you were lying beneath Millie, completely bare as both women stared you down hungrily.
Rachel moved closer to Millie and positioned her hands once more. Taking the defender's hand in her own, Rachel guided one of Millie's thick fingers through your slippery folds and your hips bucked while your mouth fell open.
"Feel how wet she is for us. Such a good girl, dripping all over and making a mess."
You whimpered and tried to grind up on Millie's finger, tired of the teasing from the blondes. Rachel tutted disapprovingly and held your hips down with her free hand to stop you from moving. She kept their fingers going up and down until she focused on your throbbing clit. Millie's rough fingers making tight circles over the sensitive nub. The sight of your girlfriend teaching her best friend how to touch a woman, how to touch you, turned you on in ways you'd never imagine.
Millie started gaining confidence quickly, her fingers now moving on their own, even dripping lower to tease at your gaping hole. Rachel decides that Millie is fine on her own for now so she reaches back and unhooks her best friend's bra as well. Millie groans when her best friend starts planting wet kisses on her neck. Without wasting any time Rachel's hands moved to her breasts to twist and pull at her nipples, similar to what the blonde was doing to you a few moments before. Millie took pity in your whining and finally shoved two fingers inside your wet pussy. Your hands gripped the sheets tightly, a futile attempt to ground yourself as Millie's fingers set up a punishing pace. Millie turned her head and started making out with Rachel again. Their tongues were moving against eachother, your girlfriend doing a great job of swallowing all of Millie's moans as her nimble fingers continued touching her chest.
"God Millie, fuck! I'm so close don't stop."
Rachel grinned at your words her lips moving down to connect with yours in a bruising kiss. Millie seemed to be more motivated to make you come, using her other arm to rub your clit while her hands kept moving.
"Curl your fingers when you're inside, she loves that." You groaned when Rachel said that but the breathy sound soon turned to a high pitched moan when Millie curled her fingers and hit your g-spot repeatedly. You couldn't control your hips anymore, you started grinding down in time with the blonde's thrusts.
"That's it baby girl, come for us." Rachel cooed in your ear and your thighs started shaking while you toppled over the edge, head thumping on the the sheets while your eyes rolled in the back of your head.
Millie was good with her fingers. Way too good for this to be her first time. Her fingers were thick and big, a huge difference from Rachel's long and slim ones. Your chest was heaving from the deep breaths you were taking desperate to gulp down as much air as you can. When you opened your eyes what you saw made heat immediately pool at your lower belly once more.
Rachel was now sitting on the bed, mouth stuffed with Millie's fingers as she sucked and licked to clean them from your juices. Rachel was still wearing all of her clothes but not for long. you moved closer to the blondes and tugged on your girlfriend's shirt, a silent question to remove it. Millie removed her fingers from Rachel's mouth and quickly got rid of the of the offending garment.
It didn't take Rachel much to push the taller woman on the bed and get on top of her, their lips crashing against eachother. You saw your girlfriend pushing Millie's pants and underwear down, helping the taller woman remove them completely.
"I want to taste you." It was a whisper swallowed by the wet sounds of their lips brushing against eachother with passion but you heard it non the less. Millie nodded hurriedly and pushed Rachel lower. Her cunt was wet and aching and the only thing that will help is Rachel's mouth on her. Rachel looked at you before getting on her knees and she licked her lips before smirking.
"Why don't you sit on Millie's face sweet girl?"
Both you and Millie flushed red at the suggestion but both of you are eager to jump on the opportunity. Millie looks a bit unsure as to what to do when you climb over her face. Rachel pats her spread thighs to get her attention, knowing what her best friend is feeling even without being able to look at her face.
"Just focus on what I do to you so you can do it to her, yeah?"
Rachel doesn't see Millie's strong nod but she doesn't seem to care as she dives in anyway. She runs the flat of her tongue through Millie's sloppy folds and the defender moans, thrusting her hips against Rachel's face. You slowly lower your pussy on Millie's awaiting face and the other woman immediately copies her best friend's movements. Rachel lets Millie grind on her tongue relishing in the moans from both her and you as the sweet taste of Millie fills her senses.
Rachel grips Millie's thighs and pushes her head closer and moves her tongue higher to tease the blonde's throbbing clit. Millie's hips twitch against Rachel's face and her loud moans vibrate against your own clit. You throw your head back your hands clutching Millie's blonde hair as you curse loudly.
Your thighs start shaking, a second orgasm coming quickly since you're already very sensitive. Rachel decides this is the perfect moment to take Millie's clit in her mouth and suck. The blond stops working her tongue against you with her head so full of oust and pleasure. You whine pitifully at being denied but soon enough Millie sloppily takes the swollen bud in her mouth and your mouth drops open in a silent scream. It doesn't take much for you to come again with a yell of Millie's name.
You fell boneless on the bed next to her and watch breathless when Millie threads her fingers through Rachel's hair and tugs her closer. Rachel, you think, always looks so unbelievably attractive like this. On her knees with her face pushed against a wet and hot cunt her expression dazed and completely pussy drunk. Millie is close, you can tell with how her hips seem to be out of control and how her legs are wrapped around Rachel, twisting and pressing down on the sides of her head.
Millie comes with a low groan but keeps Rachel's face pressed against her core using what strength she has left to ride out her high on the blonde's tongue. Soon Millie lets her best friend escape and Rachel comes up for a filthy kiss, letting the defender taste herself on her tongue.
You quickly notice that Rachel is still wearing too much and most importantly the woman has been so focused on Millie and you that she hasn't come once tonight. Your eyes brighten dangerously when a great idea pops in your head.
"Rach is wearing way too much." You turn to Millie who is now propped up on her elbows watching her best friend with a hunger in her eyes. Rachel shifts her eyes from you back to her best friend and her face flushes red at your predatory gazes. Millie finds her dominance back and grips Rachel's thighs to drag her up the bed. Rachel's surprised yelp is muffled by Millie's eager mouth. The defender easily dominates the kiss and tugs Rachel's bra off. She doesn't waste any time before she roughly gropes her breasts and moves down to suck and bite the soft flesh.
Rachel bites her lip to stop any noises from escaping because the blonde always embarrassed about being loud. You move from the bed to the drawer underneath the bed and pull out Rachel's favourite strap to use. Seven inches proud, this strap is rarely worn by you since Rachel has a hard time taking it but this was a special occasion and after all you won't be the one to wear it.
You take the harness and turn to the two women on the bed. Rachel is now completely naked hips grinding down and desperately trying to find much needed pleasure against Millie's hips. Millie pulls back when she notices you, much to Rachel's dismay, and her eyes widen comically when she notices what you're holding. Rachel gasps when she sees her favourite strap and gulps when she realises that she'll have to take the whole thing tonight.
"Let me help you put it on Mills. Baby grab the lube, you'll need it." Rachel scurries off the bed and you make quick work of the harness, tightening the straps around Millie's hips. Rachel hands you the lube and gulps when you motion to her hand with your head. Rachel squirts a gracious amount in her hand and looks directly at Millie's eyes when she takes the strap on her hand, slowly moving her hand up and down. She coats the strap in lube and makes sure to put enough pressure so the strap presses against Millie's clit.
When Rachel deems the strap ready she happily lies down and spreads her pegs for you and Millie, her pussy glisening with arousal. Millie grips her thighs and positions herself, ready to enter Rachel until you stop her with a hand on her stomach. She looks at you confused but you only grin, throwing a teasing glance at Rachel.
"She can't take that yet. Let me get her pussy ready for you."
Rachel whines and hides her face in her hands but the embarrassment is soon overtaken by pleasure when you enter her with two fingers. You make sure to go slow and give Millie a good show, scissoring your fingers and stretching her tight hole. Rachel moves her hips in time with your thrusts but it doesn't do anything to help, the shallow and slow thrusts only serve as teasing. When you meet no resistance you add a third finger in and Rachel throws her head back with a frustrated groan.
"I can take it! Just, fuck, get on with it!"
You chuckle at her desperation and slowly take your fingers out, turning to look at Millie who's eyes are firmly locked on her best friend's dripping pussy." What do you think Millie?"
The blonde doesn't answer, instead she takes the strap in her hand and runs the head up and down Rachel's folds. Rachel's breath stutters when the head teases her hole.
"Fuck Mills stop teasing -"
Rachel's sentence is interrupted by a loud moan when Millie finally enters her, pushing in only a few inches of the thick appendage. Rachel spreads her legs wider, a clear invitation for Millie to go deeper.
The taller woman goes in and out with short but powerful thrusts slowly pushing the strap deeper. Rachel tries to keep quiet but she's fighting a loosing battle. The length of the strap keeps going deeper and deeper stretching her out in ways she's never experienced before. You lay next to her and your hand goes to tease at her nipples while your mouth creates new bruises on her neck.
"No need to do that love. You know I love how loud you're. And you know you're too much of a slut to keep quiet anyway."
Rachel whimpers and clamps down on the strap and Millie groans at the resistance. You perk up and grab Rachel's knees pulling them up until they're almost by her ears. The new angle allows for a better angle and Millie pushes the strap all the way down, her hips flash against Rachel's.
"Gods, fuck! Millie harder!"
You simply stared amazed, Rachel had never been able to take the whole thing before. But with the help of Millie she was being pounded into the mattress seven inches moving in and out of her. Millie's eyes moved from Rachel's face, filled with pleasure and flushed red, to her full tits bouncing in time with the strong thrusts. You decided to help by bringing your hand to her neglected clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves twitching and throbbing. Rachel almost screamed when you started rubbing hard circles against it.
"I'm close, don't stop!"
Of course she doesn't, instead Millie starts moving her hips faster and Rachel's voices closes up as her moans turn into sharp breaths. The most prominent sound in the room is the lewd sound of their hips slapping against. Rachel finally comes with a scream and Millie collapses next to her exhausted.
After a long shower session, cuddle time was due. Rachel was bundled in your arms with Millie next to her. Your usually over confident girlfriend was quite timid and very sore after the pounding she received so she was content with laying in your arms while you and Millie talked.
"This one won't be able to walk tomorrow, you know." You say and tap Rachel's hip teasingly."And since it's your fault you're going to carry her wherever she wants." Rachel only smiles against the soft skin of your neck when Millie gasps.
"I was that good wasn't I?" Millie gloats after a few seconds of silence.
"Oh rubbish! I can make her take a bigger one."
Millie scoffed and Rachel slapped your stomach.
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Bf Leah being wound up after a bad game and takes control. Smut pls!!!!
BLED BLUE
leah williamson x chelsea! reader
Warnings: Smut 18+, humiliation, dom/sub dynamics, age gap (legal + consensual), hate sex, enemies w/ benefits, rough, coarse language.
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Part of you wondered how long it would take Leah to take you home. There was not an ounce of blue in her body, taken only by the lifelong allegiance to North London, but the thought of you, a blue-born Chelsea girl, taking up the space under her sheets, was addictive.
Chelsea were the better team. Always was, and always will be. The Blues were better at everything. Their players were more advanced, their game plans had been executed to perfection. Arsenal were sloppy, poor, and unjust. It was embarrassing to the point where it stood out as entertaining to you. Seeing the almighty, reigning Arsenal fall on their knees and succumb to the superiority of your team was endearing, and you found yourself searching for the thrill increasingly more as the game progressed.
And the sight of the woman you hated oh so much angered by the defeated notion of the final whistle was your idea of an indescribable victory.
“What a shame, Williamson.” You snagged, clutching the fabric at your hips, looking down at her bent figure. “I thought you’d play well.”
“Ah, it is you.” She replied with just as much spite. “I thought I saw someone falling flat on their face. Makes sense now that I know it was you.”
You smirked, folding your arms over your chest. “Yeah, tried to show my humility… y’know, after scoring two goals tonight I thought it was only necessary.”
Leah scoffed, straightening her posture to display her authoritative height over you. “Both off deflections… sounds brilliant.”
“Player of the match worthy.” You bit back, stepping forward, pressing your chest against hers, suppressing the heat in your face. “Don't worry, I’ll make sure to credit your own goal in the interview.”
“Always have an excuse to talk about me. Can't stop, can you?”
“Is that what you think of me?”
“I don't think of you.” Leah shook her head, grabbing the hem of your shorts and fiddling with them persistently. “But if I did, I’d be sure to let you know.”
“If only I cared enough to hear it.” You tutted, not really caring about the openness of your situation. The stadium was still quite full, with both of your teammates lingering on the field. Fans were banking the barricade, no doubt looking for the two of you.
“I could tell you now if you’d like.”
“Aw, are you thinking of me now, Williamson?”
You felt Leah’s hand move to the inside of your thigh, pressing a tight pinch to gain any type of reaction from you. Biting your lip, you hoped that the post-game redness covered your blush.
“I bet you love the thought of people watching this, don't you?” She asked, glaring at you with such hatred that her words felt bittersweet. “Always so desperate for attention that you’d do it in front of everyone. Fucking needy.”
“You’re the one touching me.” In anger, you snapped. You didn't like the way Leah seemed so confident, so right in what she was saying. You wanted to be right. You were the one who won it for your team. You were better than her. She needed to realise that.
The only separation between the two of you was by your arms crossed over your chest. Leah was drawing furious patterns along your thigh, pressed up against you with her face above you, your height earning her to look down.
“Pull away then.” She uttered, now pulling you into a hug. You knew this would send fans into a spiral. Everybody knew about your rivalry with Leah. It was evident in the tackles, the cards, the teams, the games, the interactions. This was unclaimed territory. You had both teased each other after the games. There was always fire and spite, anger and resentment, but never contact. She told you to pull away, and by the tension that lingered, if you did she would let you have there was something else there. You felt it between your legs, running down your spine, making your core yearn.
It was in the way she kept her hand in between your thighs, deepening her fingers just below where you needed her most. She held you tight, closing any physical gap, forcing your arms to circle her waist as she wrapped her spare arm around the name on the back of your shoulders. You don't know why, but you held her back just as tight, breathing heavily when she started moving her fingers upwards.
“So tense.” She spat, rubbing your shoulder.
You shook her arm off, keeping the contact but still resistant. “I pulled it at training, of course it is.”
“Wasn't talking about your shoulder, baby.” She chuckled, her voice sending goosebumps down your neck. “In those thighs. Clenching them so hard and I'm hardly touching ‘em.”
That was when you knew your cheeks were burning.
There was a hint of humiliation in your tone, but your anger was still prevalent. “I didn't even notice your hand.”
“Yeah, alright.” Williamson grinned, pulling away. You felt the cold air nip your cheeks at the sudden loss of contact. Her fingers were no longer soothing the ache in between your legs. “Alright, baby, no, all that flushed cheeks from the big game, hm? Breathing so heavily cause you scored two goals, is that you’re so wet for me?”
“I’m not— you're so—”
Leah stepped away again, and you were too stupid to step forward in response. “God, is that what you're gonna sound like in the interview? You a mess, Baby, really. All flustered and red.”
“I'm not red.” You snapped. “And stop calling me baby. You're only four years older than me.”
Leah could see straight through you. “But you love that though.” She saw straight past your visible persona. “Why don't you show me how mature you are then? Can't call you baby if you prove that you're not.” She could tell by your flustered state, your wide eyes and your tainted disposition that you were struggling to handle the conversation.
“I don't need to prove anything to you. I just won the match. That's enough to prove that I'm better anyway.”
“But you needed help to get there, didn't you?” She retorted. “It’s not your name on the score sheet, it's mine. Look,” she pointed up to the screen, almost condescendingly, above the stands, where WILLIAMSON (OG) was printed boldly in white below the score. “All that hard work and I still get the mention.”
There was a fight for dominance, but the fight was so clearly won when you audibly gulped, unable to come up with just enough answer to compel yourself into a deeper state of anger. If anything, you were willing to resort to forbidding, but you were stubborn and bled blue.
“You’re just mad that you lost and we won. Chelsea was always better anyway, and you were just too slow… bet that's always the case.”
Leah’s jaw clicked, her lips settling into a thin line.
“In what case?” She muttered distinctly.
“You know what case.” You failed to notice the challenge, finding yourself in a superior position of confidence to realise the hole you were digging for yourself. “Slow and boring… on and off the pitch. You definitely get around, but you never seem to see one person twice. Maybe that's because they don't want to see you.”
Leah grabbed your wrist, yanking you off the field. It was a tradition that you would see the fans after every game, so you tugged back in retaliation.
She pivoted to face you, glaring at you with so much affliction that you yearned for more.
“You seem really interested in how I ‘get around’. Sounds like you wish it was you.”
No matter how hard your body was willing to succumb to her words, you stood firm by scoffing, rolling your eyes at her cockiness. “If only I was so desperate.”
“I’ll show you just how desperate I can get you.” The captain spat, holding your forearm now, easily leading you further down the tunnel where fans or players could no longer find you. “Didn't even properly touch you before and you were a needy mess.”
“You’re always so fucking sure of yourself, aren't you, Williamson?” You snapped back, hearing the clad of your boots fail to drown out your ungrateful tone. You did not care for what Leah was so keen to impress you with. Never had anyone told you that Leah did not impress. She was determined to make sure everyone was supplied with the right things for their needs. She valued giving pleasure over receiving. But if there was one thing she hated, it was brats like you.
You stood outside the Chelsea changing rooms, your kit still adorned on your figure.
“Go get your shit.” She snarled, letting go of your arm and jabbing you forward.
You scoffed, stopping dead in your tracks. “And what? You're gonna wait for me and drop me home? I have a license, Williamson, I'm not your fucking—”
You couldn't finish your rant, yelping when Leah cut you off, grabbing the collar of your shirt and mashing her lips against yours. One of her legs found its way between yours, her knee pushing against your core. A moan fell from your lips, and the woman wasted no time in slipping her tongue in, caging your figure between you and the wall.
She waited until you were kissing her back before grabbing your neck. She instantly moved down to litter harsh kisses down the nape of your neck, using her hands to move underneath your shirt, massaging your breasts. You were a mess beneath her, breathing heavily when the pressure on your clit intensified when her knee started rubbing patterns up and down.
“Swear at me again and see how it turns out for you.” She muttered in your ear, relishing the whines that fell from your lips as her knee continued its work. “If I tell you to grab your bag, that's what you do, yeah? You understand, Chelsea?”
The nickname left you shrinking, her words making your core glisten. You weren't completely sure whether the Arsenal girl was planning on taking you home. You didn't understand why you were all of a sudden pretty much moaning at the friction of her knee.
But you weren't fucking complaining.
“My teammates are in there.”
Leah let out a laugh. “You had no problem letting me touch you in a filled Stanford Bridge, Babygirl. I think it’d be healthy if your teammates realised who fucks their Stargirl after a home game.”
“You haven't fucked me, yet.” Your cheeks flushed a deep crimson, the thought of the England captain fucking you sending you into a spiral.
“Go get your bag and then I can use that pretty mouth for something other than moaning my last name… not that I mind when you do that.”
You wasted no time in doing as you were told, forever thankful that all of your teammates were either still interacting with fans or showering. You grabbed all of your stuff and quickly followed Leah over to the away changing rooms.
She let you walk through, since none of the girls were present, grabbing your belongings and chucking them inside her cubby. You felt her figure cage you back into the nearest wall, her hands how playing with the hem of your shirt, inching it further up your waist until it was completely disregarded, and you were left in your sports bra and shorts.
“Why so quiet?” Leah asked, kissing down the column of your neck, fondling your breasts. You sighed at the growing ache in your core, throwing your head back when Leah’s knee came back into contact with your clit.
“Some— someone’s going to walk in.”
Leah snorted. “Like you would mind.”
You huffed, grabbing the back of her neck and pushing her head further down your body. Leah’s knee stopped in return, leaving you writhing at the loss of pressure.
“Use your words or you can get off yourself.”
“Like you could get me off.” You retorted.
“I don't make brats cum.” She spat, moving back up to tower over you. “I edge them until they’re desperate and getting themself off my thigh. I treat them like brats, and maybe you need to work a little fucking harder for what you want.”
“You were just teasing me!”
“You're just desperate.”
“No.”
“No?”
“Leah.” There it was. Music to her ears.
“What?”
You whined, using your hips to drag yourself along her knee.
“What was that, Baby? Couldn't hear you under all those whines.”
“Leah, c’mon.” You stated potently, getting more impatient by the minute. “I'm not begging.”
The number six shrugged, looking down at you with wide, innocent eyes like she had no clue what you were going on about. Like she didn't even realise that you were humping her leg longing for some relief.
“Begging for what?” She moved her finger painstakingly down your chest, tracing your abs ever so slowly.
“For you.”
“For me?” She questioned, feigning confusion. Her hand dipped into the waistband of your shorts, circling your clit over your underwear. “Answer me, Darling. What do you want me to do? I'm touching you.”
“Touch me more.”
Leah tutted, moving her hand away. You groaned, throwing your head back when no pleasure was offered. “I'm afraid that's not how you ask. It might get you somewhere at Chelsea, but at Arsenal, we treat our Captains with respect. Even our star girls use their manners in the North end.”
“Touch me more, please.”
“Where, Chelsea?” Leah moved closer to you, peeling off her own shirt, removing your shorts, leaving you in your underwear and bra. “Be a good girl and tell me where.” She asked, her body lowering itself closer to the ground. You watched her kneel before you, hands gripping your waist, kneading your hips, lips biting your inner thigh.
“My clit, Lee, please. I need you to touch me there.”
“Such a good girl for your Captain, aren't you?” Leah ran her tongue along your folds, your underwear pooled at your feet. Your legs were swung over her shoulders, your hands buried in her hair, pulling taunt to her ponytail and the hairs that had fallen out during the game. Your moans were still muffled by the bite in your lips, the nerves of someone hearing your desperation for your enemy is still evident in the way you kept your mouth shut.
It was when Leah’s tongue latched onto your clit, sucking harshly on the swollen bud that your noises fell so adamantly from your reddened lips. You felt Leah’s cocky smile, her chuckles sending vibrations of pleasure through your body.
“Sound so pretty, Baby.”
“Leah— fuck, Lee. I'm gonna—”
“You’re going to hold it. Taste so good, you can wait.”
The coil in your stomach was forming long before Leah had even started, and the more Leah attacked your bud, the more your orgasm led to burst. Your moans had doubled in volume when one of her hands came up to play with your nipple, pinching it and playing with the nub every time her tongue licked up your folds. Her other hand worked its way through your pussy, spreading your slick all over your thighs, letting it run down your shaking legs and make your skin glisten with the glossy arousal.
“Want Stanford to hear you,” Leah spoke from below you. You whined at the thought. You were in a state of pure bliss that all cautionary thoughts of interruption were so far gone. All you could think about was Leah’s face between your legs.
“Feels so good, Lee. Want to cum so bad for you.”
“You can hold it, baby.”
“Mh, Lee, please.”
Leah moaned at your whines, nuzzling her nose up against your clit, pinching your nipple hard, reeling at the moan you let out in response. She saw the way your hole clenched around nothing, smirking at the way you rolled your hips across her face, working your pussy into her mouth so easily. She felt powerful knowing she had you at her disposal. You were stunning always, but there was something about you now that set Leah off. It made her angry knowing that you weren't hers to fuck at her discretion. It made her protective over you in ways she had never felt before. You were Chelsea’s protege — everyone worried when going up against you.
“Leah.”
It wasn't like something had changed, but Leah had realised that her hate was actually protection and adoration. She wanted you for herself. She wanted to steer you away from anyone that would hurt you. She hated Chelsea, she despised the West side more than anything, and it wasn't the sex that made her realise this.
“Leah.”
It was her name coming from your lips.
“Cum for me, Baby.”
That was all you needed to hear before you were barreling over the edge, your legs relying entirely on the strength of Leah’s upper body to keep you balanced. Your moans exemplified the stimulation of your orgasm riding out, and Leah’s endeavours to lick the result of it up as it poured into her mouth and onto your thighs.
The woman made sure you had somewhat caught your breath before she moved, having a moment to catch her own breath and comprehend what just happened. When she knew you were able to stand independently, she moved over to her cubby, grabbing the baby wipes she always had handy, moving back down to her knees to clean the mess across your legs as you covered your chest back with your jersey, and later your shorts.
Leah moved to do the same, except she watched as you fumbled with what to do. She gave you a pointed look as if to question your thinking, and you simply sighed and waddled over to her, slight humiliation at your wobbly legs painting your cheeks as you grabbed your bag.
“You all good, Baby?” She asked, her voice no longer authoritative and rather empathetic.
“Yeah, thanks.” You nodded. “Erm… sorry for being… rude… actually I'm not sorry but I am.”
“Yeah, same,” Leah replied a cheeky grin settled on her complexion. “I think we can settle for friendly rivalry from now on.”
“If that's what you call this, then sure.” You added, laughing along with what to make of the situation, feeling more out of place than ever in the middle of the Arsenal room. “I better go.”
“I’ll drive you home.”
“Lee, I've got my license—”
“It wasn't a question, Chelsea.”
You stood there defeated, knowing internally that you had no way home after Millie had driven you to the stadium and would have left by now anyway. Leah must’ve known that by the way she wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her chest.
“Besides, wouldn't want that Player of The Match Trophy getting forgotten now, would we?”
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A/N — bad ending but oh well… HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!
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description: lauren is fine, she is completely fine. she is definitely not dating sam kerr's younger sister. and sam kerr definitely hasn't just walked into y/n's flat with her spare key. lauren is completely fine
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lauren james x kerr!reader
disclaimer: this is all fiction remember that and have fun ;)
warnings: idk where to begin, smutttt - cunnilingus, thigh riding, fingering, slight breath play, choking, marking, fluff, swearing, cute sisterly relationships
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MINORS DNI
18+ (At start and at end.)
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y/n's head span as she gasped, hand reaching down to clasp with Lauren's as the woman grunted into her, tongue darting in and out of y/n, nose brushing her clit as she spasmed.
"Ah, Lauren. Close." y/n gasped, hand gripping Lauren's tighter as her breathing sped up, back arching as Lauren's tongue did nothing to slow down.
Lauren moved her head, pushing her nose harsher against y/n's clit which caused a moan to escape her lips as she tensed, her stomach spasming.
"Come on." Lauren said gruffly, her tongue going back to work as y/n finally came, a cry of relief leaving from her lips as she does so.
Lauren's tongue does not completely leave y/n, instead using lazy strokes to calm the girl down from her orgasm, only once Lauren felt as if she had tasted her girlfriend enough did she come up for air.
Lauren pushed upwards, arms flexing as she came to lie next to y/n once again, leaning down to press a long kiss to her lips, her tongue sweeping through y/n's mouth.
"Taste yourself." Lauren all but grunted into her mouth. "Taste what I did to you." She continued, y/n's eyes rolled into the back of her head at the words.
The two pulled away, a lazy grin on Lauren's face at the red cheeks of y/n as she pecks her lips once more, smirking at how flustered the Australian was.
"Hmm, that's a way to wake up in the morning." y/n smiles, leaning into Lauren's shoulder who smiles and wraps an arm around her girlfriend.
"Wake you up like that anytime." Lauren shrugs and y/n grins liking the sound of it.
Just as Lauren goes to say something there is the sound of the front door opening and the two tense, both knowing that other than Lauren only one other person had a key.
"Squirt?" Sam calls out and the two spring into action.
"One sec Sammy!" y/n calls, Lauren rushing and grabbing her clothes, throwing y/n her own.
"Oh fuck." Lauren whispers.
"Oh fuck." y/n agrees quietly.
Sam Kerr, Australia's sweetheart, best striker in potentially the WSL and a ground-breaking personality in the world of Women's Football and sport as a whole.
Sam Kerr. Also known as Lauren and y/n's team-mate, mentor and y/n's older sister.
Lauren sent y/n a wide eyed look, both of them as worried and panicked at the other as Lauren slid into y/n's ensuite, y/n tugging on her joggers as she darted out of her room and shuts the door.
"Sammy!" y/n grins racing at her sister who hugs her. "What are you doing here?" y/n asks and Sam shrugs.
"Thought we could go get some breakfast." Sam says and y/n nods, knowing they had late training today.
"Of course, let me just shower." y/n smiles and Sam pauses, knowing her sister was a natural early riser.
"You slept in?" Sam asks.
"Yeah, late night, stayed up binging doctor who." y/n lies easily and Sam chuckles, rolling her eyes.
"You and that fucking show." Sam snorts and y/n lets out a small fake laugh as she moves back toward her bedroom.
y/n enters and Lauren is lent against the wall, scrolling through Instagram as y/n grabs her and drags her into the bathroom. Lauren smirks slightly as she quickly strips herself of her joggers.
y/n finally rids herself of her clothes, quickly ridding Lauren of her own as she drags her into the shower and turns it on, looking toward the bathroom door which she quickly makes sure is locked.
With the shower on and making noise y/n finally feels safe enough to let out a relieved breath as she knows Sam will have turned her X-box on to play a few FIFA games knowing her younger sister took ages to shower.
"Careful baby, your sister is in the other room." Lauren smirks teasingly and y/n glares at her.
"You ain't getting shit James." y/n warns as she washes herself clean.
"Are you sure?" Lauren asks lowly, hand squeezing at y/n's waist as she slides it down, her dull nails scraping at her hip. y/n lets out a stuttered gasp, the Australian naturally tipping her head back onto Lauren's broad shoulder.
Lauren can't help but let out a small chuckle at the power she knew she held over y/n, leaning down to press a series of light kisses down y/n's painfully unmarked neck.
Lauren's teeth pull at the skin under y/n's collarbone, both of her hands gripping at y/n's hips now, tilting her pelvis back into her as she grids lightly against her.
"Lauren." y/n warns breathily.
"What baby?" Lauren asks, grateful she had kept her braids in as she was now stood under the stream of water which would have been a pain to dry her hair from.
"Squirt?" Sam asks, the door handle coming down but the lock doing its job and stopping her entering.
"Just coming!" y/n calls quickly as she turns off the shower and steps out.
The girl wraps her hair in a towel, glaring at Lauren who was stood smugly against the shower door, eyes raking down y/n's dripping thighs which were scattered with marks.
"Since when do you lock the bathroom door?" Sam asks from the other side.
"Must have done it on reflex." y/n calls out. Not bothering too look in the mirror as she quickly moisturises her face. "I'll text you when we're gone." y/n whispers to Lauren, before pressing a peck to the woman's lips.
y/n then quickly slides from the bathroom and into her room, turning off the light as she wraps her towel around her. She could hear the FIFA game coming from the living room and rolls her eyes as she changes quickly.
y/n tugs on a top, pulling her jacket over the top of it and then grabs her bag and phone, cursing herself at the text Sam had sent her an hour ago warning her she was going to appear.
y/n then leaves her bedroom, smiling at Sam as she pulls her socks and then trainers on. Sam finishes her game and switches the TV off as y/n snorts.
"You only come here to use my games." y/n teases as Sam grabs her car keys.
"Shut up." Sam snorts as they get to the front door. y/n looks down, eyes widening at Lauren's trainers which were on the rack and she positions herself in front of them, hoping Sam hasn't noticed.
y/n follows her sister out, locking the door knowing full well Lauren would use her key once she left for training. y/n hops into Sam's car and her heart finally slows down as they pull away from her home.
y/n switches on her phone, instantly connecting to Sam's car and blaring some music out which makes Sam groan mockingly, y/n rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out.
"Shut up." y/n snorts.
"No you." Sam counters.
"No you." y/n says back and Sam rolls her eyes.
"Annoying dickhead." Sam says and y/n chuckles as they pull up to their usual breakfast place. y/n sends a quick text to Lauren.
to lauren <3: All clear xx
from lauren: I'll see you at training x
y/n doesn't reply, knowing if she does Sam will get suspicious on who she is talking too, so she shuts her phone and follows Sam out of the car and into the cafe.
"Isn't that LJ's top?" Sam asks as y/n takes her jacket off. If y/n's heart had stopped, she wouldn't have been shocked, because that is what it felt like.
"Oh yeah, I borrowed it a few weeks ago and she said I could keep it." y/n shrugs easily and Sam's eyebrows furrow.
"I could have sworn I saw her in it the other day." She says before shrugging and looking at the menu.
"I don't know why you bother looking. You always get the same thing." y/n teases, trying to get the topic to move on.
"Shut it squirt." Sam snorts before proceeding to order the same thing with their usual waitress.
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y/n turned up at training a lot calmer than she had been that morning. Throughout her breakfast with Sam panic was flooding her and guilt was creeping into her heart.
What she and Lauren had started was good, great even for them both, Lauren was calmer, y/n was happier, and no one knew that it was the other making them so.
But y/n and her sister had always been close, y/n had always wanted to be like Sam and while the midfielder had slightly taken a different football route, she had ended in the same place, repping Chelsea blue.
Lauren and y/n were still relatively new, only 4 almost 5 months in to being official having started seeing each other just before the beginning of the World Cup.
No one on social media suspected anything, none of their teammates seemed to notice, so they had just kept quiet when they returned and continued falling in love.
And y/n was sure that was what was happening. The 21-year-old was sure she was falling in love, if not in love with Lauren. She had never felt so seen, so understood by someone.
With Lauren she wasn't Sam Kerr's sister, she wasn't the future of Australia. She was just y/n, and it made her feel so special being looked at by Lauren.
The woman could tell if she was angry, upset, happy or nervous with a single glance, and she could calm it with nothing but a look, a glancing touch.
y/n had never been powerless, she was filled with attitude and delight, but she had never fell apart for someone as easily as she had for Lauren, she had never let anyone see her or understand her the way Lauren always had.
Training had started well, the sister duo pairing up for the pre-match games and then the group of players sunk into their usual before lunch match.
y/n was running down the wing, looking toward Erin who was trailing with her, Lauren tracked back, following her girlfriend as she tried to tackle, y/n turned, dragging the ball with her.
But Lauren knew her, knew her tricks and instead of sliding past bounced off her toes and followed left which made y/n sigh. She passed out to Erin, Lauren sending her a smirk.
y/n followed Erin down, trying to get past Lauren who manages to intercept Erin's cross out for a corner. The two teams lined up as Emma called out a warning saying this would be the last kick of the game.
y/n stood strong, her sister grinning at her due to the fact her team was currently 1 goal above Erin's and went to mark her sister, however Lauren had already covered her, easily slotting behind her girlfriend.
Sam furrows her brows for a second but then shrugs and goes to mark Johanna instead. Lauren's hand brushes y/n's back and the woman pushes her elbow back, rolling her shoulders as she watches the ball fly in.
y/n races forward, Lauren right behind her as she jumps and her head fires the ball into the corner. y/n slowly comes down, the bodies around her pushing her off balance.
Lauren quickly wraps her arms around her y/n, stabling her as she comes down by pulling y/n tight to her chest as y/n's feet finally settle on the floor.
y/n sighs out in relief, relaxing back into Lauren's chest in relief as she rests her head onto Lauren's shoulder, the two looking so natural that Millie does a double take.
"Nice catch LJ!" Emma calls out as lunch is called.
"She was a fairy." Millie teases, y/n laugh as she grins at Lauren in thanks who squeezes her waist briefly before y/n runs at Millie, jumping onto her back.
"y/n!" Emma calls waving the girl over.
"Oooh someone's in trouble." Millie teases as she drops y/n next to Emma.
"Shove off Bright." y/n laughs pushing her captain away who gasps mockingly.
"I'll have you benched for that!" Millie gasps dramatically.
"No you bloody won't." Emma warns her, before everyone trudges away and y/n follows Emma to her office where the woman sits her down. "I'll let you go to lunch in a second." Emma promises.
"It's okay." y/n promises her manager who sits on the edge of her desk.
"I just wanted to ask." Emma begins, handing y/n a water bottle she had picked up. "Does Sam know?" She asks as y/n takes a sip, instantly choking on the water in shock.
"Holy shit." y/n gasps out, swallowing her mouthful of water. "Know what?" y/n asks as Emma sends her a dry look.
"That there is something clearly going on between you and Lauren." Emma says and y/n sighs.
"Is it that obvious?" y/n asks.
"I'll take that as a no." Emma sighs. "But it isn't obvious, I just know you both too well." Emma explains and y/n sighs.
"I swear boss, I'll tell her, it won't be a big deal." y/n promises Emma who sighs and runs a hand over her face.
"If that was true, you would have done so already." Emma warns her.
y/n shoulders sink. If she was honest, she had no clue how Sam would react, she could be happy, she could be mad, she could be shocked, hurt the list was endless.
"Why haven't you told anyone?" Emma can't help but ask and y/n sighs, knowing full well someone did know.
"Technically, Lucy Bronze knows." y/n says and Emma hums, knowing y/n and Lucy were close as y/n had played at Lyon for a season and a half before making her jump to Chelsea last year.
y/n had stayed with Lucy during that time, having been taken under the defender's wing who really helped her in the time away from her older sister.
"World cup?" Emma guesses and y/n nods.
"We had kind of began just before and continued during the world cup. Lucy walked into Lauren's room one night when we actually near the same place." y/n explains.
"And the reason?" She asks.
"I see how the media just tears everyone apart. Relationships, confidence, I mean I missed that shot a few weeks back and I just got annihilated for it." y/n continues.
"But you cannot let that get to you." Emma tries and y/n sighs.
"I know, but it does Emma." y/n says angrily. "And I just know, the second anything comes out about Lauren and I..." y/n sighs trailing off.
"You have to tell the team." Emma states and y/n throws her arms up in annoyance.
"Why?" She asks.
"Because I will not risk the chemistry I have created. You can't do it, I'll bench you." Emma warns.
"Emma!" y/n calls but the woman folds her arms. "I'm scared." y/n then sighs, folding her head in your hands.
"The girl who played for Australia at 16, scored the winning goal for the champions league at 17, is scared?" Emma asks and y/n nods.
"Terrified. All the time." y/n sighs and Emma's face drops her cold mask.
"Oh kid." Emma sighs and y/n looks up at her, heart in her throat. "Do you need to talk to someone?" She asks and y/n sighs.
"I don't know." y/n admits and Emma then sighs again.
"You've got until Friday to talk to Sam. We'll forget about the rest for now, eh?" She asks y/n who nods, trying to swallow the butterflies climbing her throat.
"Okay." y/n nods. Emma claps her on the shoulder and nods to the door and y/n nods. "Cheers boss." y/n says, and they both know it was meant deeper than just one way.
"Go get some lunch." Emma orders and y/n nods, walking into the lunch room where Sam already had a plate for her, just deepening the bite of guilt.
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y/n sat with Lauren, the two comfortably pressed together on y/n's sofa as they watched Match of the Day, both fed and showered after their day of training before the Brighton game tomorrow.
y/n had been quiet, Lauren had noticed it, her eyes were glazed over, as if she wasn't really in the moment and so Lauren pressed a kiss to her head.
"What's wrong?" Lauren asked softly.
"Emma knows." y/n says simply, her voice void of emotion as she expected Lauren to yell, to freak out.
"Okay." Lauren says calmly and y/n pauses, her stomach knotting in shock.
"What?" She asks.
"Okay." Lauren repeats calmly. "What do you want to do?" She then asks.
"We need to tell Sam." y/n says, again expecting Lauren to end it, but her grip just tightens.
"It is probably about time." Lauren agrees calmly and y/n sits up and turns to look at her.
"You're not mad? You're not going to yell? Leave?" y/n asks, her voice quiet and shocked. Lauren smiles softly, pecking y/n's nose as she sits up also, bringing the girl onto her lap.
"No baby. I'm not going to leave." Lauren promises and y/n moves her legs so she was straddling Lauren's lap.
"Why?" She asks softly and Lauren sighs.
"We've been together since May in my brain, and even if not, we made it official in September. It's now January, I think that's enough time." Lauren states and y/n smiles softly.
"Okay." y/n says with a breath of happiness.
Lauren chuckles and her hands cup y/n's jaw, bringing her in for a deep kiss which makes y/n's head spin as their lips collide, tongues infecting each other's mouths.
"I think you should speak to someone." Lauren says as they pull away. "About your anxiety, your overthinking." Lauren continues and y/n sighs.
"I know." She says softly and Lauren nods before diving back in for another kiss, ever since their first one she had found the little Australian completely addictive.
Lauren's hands chased y/n's body, running down her back, up her thighs, squeezing her waist before eventually stopping at her arse, squeezing at the skin and pushing her closer.
y/n gasped as Lauren's lips traced a pattern down her neck, the woman quickly throwing y/n's top over her heard and somewhere onto the sofa.
Lauren took y/n's nipple into her mouth, sucking harshly as y/n's back arched and Lauren's name fell from her lips in a breathy plead to continue the pleasure.
Lauren continued her actions, switching to the other breast, leaving the first nipple, red hard and painfully sucked as y/n slowly started to grind against Lauren.
The woman moved y/n to straddle her thigh so the pressure was more pleasing for the Australian and bit at y/n's nipple when she moaned at the move.
"Turn around and take these off." Lauren ordered quickly, snapping the waistband of y/n's joggers.
The woman nodded and jumped up, stripping quickly, leaving her underwear on as she lowers back onto Lauren's thigh backwards.
Lauren's hands landed on her hips, pushing y/n into a grind, at the feel y/n moaned and fell forward, hands landing on Lauren's knee to stabilise herself and she continued to ride Lauren's thigh.
Lauren stretched back, hands coming to rest behind her head as she stared at y/n's ass, thong pulling over her thigh as the wetness of y/n's arousal spilled through it.
"That's it, chase it baby." Lauren ordered lowly, hand coming to squeeze at y/n's cheek as her moans became breathier, desperately trying to push herself over that edge.
"Lauren, please." y/n begged, her whine making Lauren chuckle.
The woman pulled y/n back to her chest, one hand coming to squeeze her throat and keep her against her chest as the other held her waist stopping her grinding.
"Can't even cum without me anymore, huh?" Lauren asks, y/n whining in response. "What do you want baby? Huh?" Lauren asks.
y/n can't answer, too wound up and Lauren's hand slides from her waist and dips underneath the band of her underwear, fingers sliding through her slick folds.
"Need me here?" Lauren asks smugly when y/n jolts.
Suddenly Lauren's fingers rub at y/n's clit quickly, pushing the woman over an unexpected orgasm which Lauren continues rubbing her through it.
Only when y/n is writhing in her hold, begging for a moment does Lauren give y/n a break, her fingers sliding up her toned stomach and pushing her slick past her lips and into y/n's mouth.
Lauren abruptly stands up, y/n letting out a shocked shout as Lauren carried her to the bedroom and throws her against the bed, the girl bouncing.
"Weeee." y/n says and Lauren chuckles as she strips and slides the strap on, making sure it was harnessed properly before kneeling on the bed.
y/n leans up, pressing a kiss to Lauren's cheek before she spins them, pushing Lauren to sit against the headboard.
"Wanna ride you." y/n mutters, Lauren nodding her head dumbly as she watched y/n slowly lower herself onto the cock.
Lauren groaned out in relief, y/n's hands resting against the harness to make the pull on Lauren's clit feel better as she slowly pushed herself up and back down.
Lauren hands grabbed at her waist, pulling her closer and connected their mouths in a heated and deep kiss, moans tangling as y/n continued to push herself up and down on the cock.
As the knot built in y/n's stomach once more, she rocked while feeling full of Lauren's cock, the rocking pushing Lauren to the edge and her hand came to slap at y/n's ass.
The two gasped, cumming together as their mouths continued blending their noises together while they slowly came down, eventually parting as the room filled with slow pants and deep breaths.
y/n slowly sat off the cock, gasping slightly at the feel of her walls clenching around nothing as she laid back next to Lauren who un-clipped the harness from herself.
y/n couldn't help but smile into Lauren's bare shoulder as the two stayed tangled together in a mess of sweaty sheets. Lauren's lips were against her forehead as they caught their breath.
"I think I'm in love with you." y/n says softly and Lauren chuckles.
"I think I'm in love with you too." Lauren promises her and y/n hums.
"Oh." She says, not really expecting to hear it back. "That's good." y/n says softly. "That is really good." y/n repeats and Lauren chuckles.
"Yeah baby. It is." Lauren promises and they both smile into each other's skin.
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END of part one
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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 & 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 — 𝐋𝐁
## lucy bronze x reader !!
Hi all! Enjoy this very very smutty imagine with jealous and top!lucy.. there's also a possibility a part 2 if people want it!? Love always.. RG x
contains: jealous!lucy , top!lucy bottom!reader, fingering, strap-on, mentions of leah williamson, teasing, dirty talk b
1,413 words.
CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE & CONTENT 18+
"Strip."
Oh dear this is bad, you thought. It had been months since you had last seen Lucy in this state. Her hair was loosely thrown over her shoulders and cascading down her back, still dressed in her outfit from the party - her white shirt now unbuttoned and exposing her bra as she stood before you.
She was fuming. Not only could you feel it rattling around the room, you could see it. A fire of rage sat heavy behind her deep eyes, jaw clenching periodically as she studied you - her chest heaving as she inhaled and exhaled. You stood like a dear caught in headlights before her, eyes wide and mouth hung slightly agape at the sight of her. You had made it through the door only having it closed for maybe 30 seconds when you heard her voice ring through the room, your shoes were barely off when you turned to follow her voice.
She had gotten home before you, leaving the after-party early and ready to call it a night. The night was still young when she had decided to leave so, you stayed. Draped across your teammates as you collectively laughed, danced and sang horribly through the DJ's playlist of old-school hits.
That was two hours ago now, and after stumbling through the door of your shared apartment as quietly as possible - you were caught.
She wasn't upset you had stayed out, it happened often between you both. She wasn't upset you were dancing on tables in a dress that fit like a glove - clinging to your curves and leaving little to the average imagination. You internally ran through the possible causes of her current situation but were stumped. Then you remembered, the way she had her eyes locked on you from her seat. Your back pressed against Leah's front, bodies swaying to the beat of the song that echoed through the place. Fuck you thought, remembering how she clenched her glass and jaw in unison at the sight of you grinding against your captain.
"Did I stutter? I said, strip." Her voice ripped you from your thoughts, eyes now meeting hers. Noticing how she admired you from across the room, eyes sweeping from your head to your toes - lingering on your chest for almost a second too long.
You remained still for a moment after she spoke, thighs pressed tightly together. Don't push her, you thought. Slowly and carefully lifting your hands to clasp the fabric of your dress, pulling it up and over your head without argument - now exposed to her.
"Bedroom." She whispered, but it wasn't weak, it was strong. A command. An order. You followed it willingly, moving towards your bedroom with her following behind slowly. She couldn't help but watch how your hips moved when you walked, eyes fixated on the way they swayed with each step.
Once you had made it, you stood next to the bed back towards her. Before you had the chance to turn around and speak she had closed the gap between you, her front was pressed against you, her hand up and twisted your hair - pulling you closer against her chest.
She seemed to tower over you, five inches feeling like a foot when the back of your head met with the hot skin of her chest. Her mouth was instantly on your neck, peppering rough and needy kisses below your ear and down the length of your shoulder. Her breath was warm, goosebumps following in her path.
Your eyes were closed tightly, licking your lips as you felt her tongue travel up towards your jaw and stop when her lips pressed against your ear. "Bend over."
You and Lucy had established a long time ago that she liked to be dominant in the bedroom, giving orders and overall giving but it was rare to see her like this. You would be lying if you said it didn't set your body on fire, hairs all standing on end and heart thumping behind its bony cage at the thought of her having her way with you.
You were bent in seconds, weight resting on your hands and head facing down between them - gathering your thoughts and shuddering a deep breath in anticipation. You were left like this for a minute or two. First, there was a shuffling behind you as she searched through the drawers beside her and then silence when she had found what she was looking for. Deep down you knew what it was and the burning in the pit of your stomach increased, sending shockwaves through your lower abdomen and down your legs at the mere thought. Lucy, however, was busy admiring you from behind - on full display for her, clearly enjoying you trying to squeeze your legs together for some form of release.
When she finally caved it was her fingers, tracing through your slick folds methodically. Collecting the wetness on her fingers and circling your sensitive clit. She always knew how to please you, using the perfect amount of pressure with the pads of her fingers. You craved her, whimpering at the feeling of her fingers on you - pushing your hips back to meet her hand, begging for more friction where you needed it most.
You could practically hear her smirk from behind you, moving her fingers to circle your entrance now. Hesitating for a moment before she pulled away completely.
"Lucy, fuck, please.." You pleaded, head lifting in a contest to her actions.
"Get on the bed, on your knees." and you did, scrambling on top of the covers and planting yourself on your knees and elbows, head down facing away from her. You could hear her shuffle again, the sound of her clothes hitting the bedroom floor and her feet navigating their way into something new making your stomach somersault.
She made you wait longer, adjusting herself on the bed behind you. Amused at the way you whined for her, tossing your weight between your knees and squirming for her. Then, you felt it. The tip of her strap caressing you gently. She was gentle, but firm with her actions. Sliding the head between your folds, coating the silicone in your slick before sitting at your entrance once more.
"What's your safeword, baby.." She whispered, breaking character momentarily. It made your heart swell in your chest, perking up to reply.
"Red."
"Good girl.." She praised lowly, pressing into you. Stretching perfectly until it sat snug between your walls. She waited a minute until she was confident you were ready, bracing her hands on your hips as she began to move.
Her thrusts were calculated. Slow and hard. You whimpered into the sheets, eyes rolling into the back of your head as she filled you perfectly. Pulling out slowly just to force herself back into you, pulling your hips back to meet her halfway. Her pace increased with your volume, moaning out as the harsh slaps resonated through the room.
You could hear her breathing, it was erratic. Low curses under her breath matched her thrusts, watching as she stretched you around her.
"You take me so well, don't you baby?" She queried, voice hoarse.
You nodded below her, scared if you tried to speak you would scream out. Though the sheets did a poor job at muffling your moans when you felt her let out a breathy laugh from behind you. Your sultry noises ignited a wildfire in her veins, her hand moving to grip your hair roughly.
"God don't stop, Luce.." You begged, mouth left agape when she grumbled.
"Could she fuck you like this?" It caught you off guard, and you shivered beneath her. "Could she? Would you let her fuck you like this? Stretching you out? hm?" You knew it was rhetorical, but shook your head furiously. Unable to speak. As if she had snipped your vocal chords and stolen them straight out of your throat.
"That's what you want huh? Do you want her to fuck you? Maybe I'll send her a message... I know you love being used." You blushed at the thought, a deep pink cascading over your face and chest. You had never thought about it before, but the images she was feeding you were filthy and they contorted your stomach as her other hand snaked down to toy with your clit. "You want us both? Want us to take turns hm?"
That was all it took for you, overwhelmed by her thrusts and the images now prominent in your mind, your first orgasm ripped through you harshly. Clenching around her strap-on and crying through the room. she didn't stop though, instead pushing your head down further into the sheets and continuing.
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This continued until you were spacey, head filled with the images she was compiling. The filthiest thoughts you can imagine, now after 3 orgasms you lay with her head between your legs. Her tongue grazed your swollen clit, lapping your juices up as you squirmed.
When she pulled away, her lips were red and her chin glistened with you. Smirking as she raised to kiss you passionately, passing your taste on.
She stroked your hair gently as she readjusted you and moved you to lay on the pillows, praising you for taking it so well when your eyes met hers and her shit-eating grin. She made sure you were comfy, kissing you softly in direct contrast to her previous actions.
She went to leave the room, off to grab water for you both and a towel. Though she only made it two steps out the door, poking her head back inside and you couldn't help but laugh when she uttered a low. "Maybe I'll give Leah a text.." fuck.
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𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 - 𝙢.𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩
warnings: smut, soft dom!millie. 18+ under the cut
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it was a friday night during international break.
the whole team had been working hard during the week in preparation for the game against italy, which was on tuesday.
sarina had willingly agreed to let us have the majority of the day off, after a quick training session (which ended up being not-so-quick) before we retired to our apartments for the day.
i was in my own room, with girlfriend millie splayed out over my bed.
we’d only been together for five months, but she was almost never in her own room if she had the choice, preferring mine instead.
“mills, i’m bored can we do something?”
“sure, y/n/n. we can watch a movie?”
i scrunched my face at the option.
“can i pick?”
a soft smile graced millie’s lips.
“of course.”
she held out the tv remote which i happily took and clambered onto the bed with her.
it took me a while to find something that looked decent enough to watch, but we decided on a popular romcom.
i settled into the bed, curled into millie’s arms. the defender was taller, and older, than me so her body was like a shell to my own.
the movie played out in front of us, scene after scene.
i would never admit it, but i got a bit bored after a while. my head rested on millie’s shoulder, trying my hardest to stay interested in the film.
spoiler alert: that didn’t work.
so i shuffled my body around, trying to find another position that was comfortable. millie had no clue what i was doing, but grabbed my hips and pulled me down on top of her own.
“you gonna watch the movie or not, princess?”
“y-yes.”
her voice was deep and gravelly, which short-circuited my brain and gave my body the shivers. this was the first time i had this feeling, it gave me goosebumps and a weird sensation that pooled in my gut.
i wiggled around a little more, but the feeling only grew. millie took notice of my movements, manoeuvring me so she was resting against the headboard of the bed and i was sitting on her lap.
“are you okay, baby? you keep wriggling round.”
i could feel myself burn up at her words.
“‘m fine. just need to get comfortable.”
she gave me a knowing smirk, letting me go back to attempting to watch the movie but keeping her hands on my thighs.
for the next half hour, she was drawing patterns, squeezing and sliding her hands all over my thighs. she had to know what she was doing to me, the feeling in my gut was growing stronger.
“mills, please.”
i breathed out.
“please what, princess?”
“please touch me.”
i was nervous. i wanted her to touch me, she knew that. but what she didn’t know was that i was just as experienced in the sex department as a fish is at flying.
i was a virgin.
millie’s hands slid higher up my thighs, closer to the edge of my thin pj shorts.
“where do you want me to touch you?”
she was torturing me, she had to be. my cheeks were flaming from the embarrassment.
“mills, please don’t tease me.”
a flicker of sympathy could be seen in her eyes, and she didn’t ask me again. her hands went higher up until they slid under the waistband of my shorts.
i wanted this to happen, needed it even. but i was shit scared to let it happen.
“mills.”
i put my hands on hers, effectively stopping her in her tracks.
“what is it? do you want me to stop?”
her response was immediate.
“i just.. need to tell you something before we keep going.”
“you can tell me anything, y/n.”
deep breaths, in and out. i worked up the courage to finally tell her.
“i’ve never done this before. i’m a virgin.”
i mumbled the last word, but millie’s could still hear it.
there was a beat of silence, in which i looked up at millie, expecting to see disgust or some variation of anger. but instead she had a soft smile on her face.
“that’s perfectly fine, princess. we can take it nice and slow. if you need me to stop at any time, you just say so.”
i got butterflies in my stomach at her words, she was so soft and kind and caring.
i nodded along and millie slowly started moving her hands back up and down my thighs. she lifted one of her hands up to my chin, where she turned my head to face hers, placing a small kiss on my lips.
i got a little more confident, pulling her back in for a longer, more heated kiss, which then became a make out session.
“mills, you can take off my shorts.”
my voice was soft, nearly a whisper. but this was a big step for me, and millie knew it.
“you’re sure? we don’t have to.”
“i’m sure.”
i guided her hands up to the waistband of my shorts, letting her take control from there.
she knew what she was doing, flopping us over so i was laying on my back on the bed and she was hovering over me. again, she rested her hands on my waist with her fingers hooked in the waistband, giving me a questioning look.
i nodded at her, begging her with my eyes to just take them off.
it was slow and torturous, watching millie pull both my shirts and lacey underwear down but we finally got there.
“can i touch you?”
“yes, please millie, touch me everywhere.”
i knew she was trying to be considerate and check if this was okay, but i just wanted her to fuck me.
her large hands pulled my legs, spreading them apart and showing myself to her.
she started slow, dragging a finger through my already-wet folds, then two, then her tongue. i jolted at the sensation of her mouth in between my legs.
she had me weak with need as she lapped up the juices that seemed to be never ending from my pussy.
“m-millie please.”
i was moaning at her movements, she was sucking on my clit, while working her fingers upwards and into my hole. she set a slow but steady pace, pumping into me.
it didn’t take long before i needed more, my hips were rocking up to meet her thrusts.
she sucked harshly onto my clit, making me cry out. that quickly turned into another moan as she quickened her fingers’ pace.
it felt very sudden, one minute i was desperate for more, the next i was hanging over the very edge of my orgasm, begging to let go.
“i’m g-gonna cum, mills, please can i cum?”
with a flat stripe licked up from my hole to my clit, millie let out a gruff,
“cum, princess.”
and sucked harshly on my clit to push me over the edge.
it was pure ecstasy. pleasure. i was on cloud 9 and i never wanted to come down.
when i finally did float back to reality, my eyes were droopy and my limbs felt weak. i could see millie grabbing a cloth from the bathroom, before walking back over to me.
“well done, love. such a good girl for me.”
she cleaned me up before dressing me again, and we cuddled in my bed until i fell asleep.
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All Star (Millie Bright x GN Reader) Featuring WSL + BPL players
Warning: Swearing, Mature content
Sam Kerr XL VS Erling Haaland XL
A massive day in English football that was arriving. The Women's Super League and The Premier League were in a agreement to have a All Star match. Both teams made up from Stars of the WSL and the PL and the week would draw a lot of inspiration from the NBA all star week, Contests, Celebrity match, etc
Even though their was some concerns about the players playing too much, the game would be in off season and players had a choice to play if they wanted too. The idea of playing with some of the best in the country and friends was a exciting idea so when where contacted to be apart of Pep's side you jumped at the chance
Much Excitement was gathering for the event, especially since you was contacted to be apart of the Haaland XL and would take on the Kerr XL. The days following up to the event was press, media and training with the teammates for the match. The likes of Haaland, Mead, Foden, Son, TAA, Leah Williamson, Walker and more. Whilst the other team would have Sam Kerr, KDB, Russo, Millie Bright, Daly, Ederson and more.
During training camp you met with friends like Mead, Leah and Heung Min Son and new like Haaland, Lauren Hemp, Thiago Silva just to name a few.
Training camp was filled with banter, fun and energy. You loved being around the league's top stars that sometimes it you had to pinch yourself to see if this was real.
"Ok team, this will be the line up for the game. everyone will have time on the pitch. Even though this is a game of fun, I'm sure we all don't like to lose" Pep said in a light hearted tone which was responded with smiles and head nods. The slide would show the line up and you study it.
GK - Mary Earps
DEF- Walker, McCabe, Le Tissier, Sliva
MID - Williamson, Son, Foden
ATT - Y/N, Haaland, Hemp
You smiled at the line up, This team looked good and the bench was good too. You felt a nudge behind you to see Haaland and received a high five turned into a fist pump. Hemp who was sitting next to you also did the same. Leah, Son and Foden would just be magic. the back 4 screamed hard work and aggression and Mary had that passion to motivate the entire team. You, Hemp and Haaland is a dangerous trio. Hemp with her pace and quick thinking, Haaland is well Erling Haaland and you were the Top Goal scorer in the F.A cup and Champions league last season. This Team was powerful.
The meeting went on as Pep gave game plans and who would most likely deal with who. Like the defence and Mary having to hold off Sam Kerr and Salah. Midfield up against Rice, KDB, Cuthbert and Toone.
"Y/N, Hemp,Haaland. You will most likely be up against Trippier" You rubbed your chin, he can be a challenge "Steph Houghton" You lean forward excitement filled you as you go up against a lioness legend "Harry Maguire" You smirked at the easy challenge "And Millie Bright" Your smirked turned into a full blown evil smile, Not only would you a Arsenal Striker go up against a Chelsea captain but you LOVED challenges and Millie fitted that category. You looked at your attacking teammates who also looked intrigued and ready untill "I got a tenner on F/N making one of them break" you hear McCabe say from the back who made the room laugh, you turned to her with you smile on show. What did McCabe mean by her bet? Well you had a reputation..............for being one of the biggest shit talkers there is.
Whenever you were marked by a defender you just talked...and talked.... and talked until you were in their head or made them so irritated that they would try and two foot you and not be able to focus most of the time you catching them off guard and finding yourself through on goal
One thing that everyone knew about you when playing
No one could shut you up.
"I SAY TWENTY!" Hemp shouts taking the bet on you gave an eye roll
"THIRTY AND A ROUND OF DRINKS ON ME IF IM WRONG!" You had to double take as Son jumped in on it which threw you off "SONNY!" you said flabbergasted as the rest of the team were taking that bet
"HUNDRED!" You turned to Pep and gave him a really look
"I HAVE ONE FOR YOU F/N!" you turned back to Leah " Millie is a tough one and won't be easily broken" You tilted your head a little bit, interest building "If you can get Bright to break, I will be your assistant for a 24 hours" The room filled with oohs as you crossed your arms leaning back, biting your tongue, feeling a nudge from Hemp as Son put his hands on your shoulders and shock you "Go on!" Son said "Yeah you can make her suffer" Hemp said You smiled at your friends
"And if I don't?"
"You would my assistant for a full day" You smirked and leaned forward "And then McCabe's for another 24 hours" Your smirk dropped god knows what Katie would make you do. The Team were enjoying every moment of this after the brief thought, You knew you were the best at it when it came to cracking people. You turned to Katie who had the most terrifying smile you have ever seen in your life and past lifes. Leah walked over to you with a smug and extended her hand "do we have an accord" she said in a posh accent
"I Accept" You stood up and shock to the team clapping and voicing excitement. As Leah back to her seat you gently pulled her towards you with a evil smirk "Sonny!" You said gaining the Korean's attention "Yes?" "You don't happen to have a spare Tottenham shirt i can borrow right?" You asked in a innocent voice to which Leah's grin dropped and the blood drained from her face as the room started to giggle. "Yes i do, Why would you need one" He said smiling innocently "Just thinking Leah suits white and black clothing" Leah gave you a glare before returning to her seat.
The bet was on!!!!!
After many training sessions, interviews, social media posts, recordings for tv and youtube
The day was here, The team arrived at a sold out Wembley Stadium. Fans were on a high to watch football, see interactions they thought they would never see. The whole team was excited and determined to have a great match.
The team would go out for the last training session on the field before the game, it was there you would see the other team on the other side of the pitch and there she was. Your challenge Millie Bright, you looked at the Lioness she was quite the looker and you shamelessly checked her out. But then had an idea that hopefully would work, It was simple. She just needed to look at you. and thankfully she did.
She caught you looking at her and she nodded at you but frowned at little when you didn't nod back. She waved but all you did was smirk and went back to warm up. You were all ready trying to get inside the Chelsea captain's head.
The match was about to start, you walked out to the field with your team and waiting to shake the enemy teams hand and say good games and such. As you looked around you had to admit. Being in Wembley, on the pitch in front of that crowd was something.
You felt like a immortal everytime you played there, the cheers, the atmosphere. To you Wembley was the stage where legends made. And you know that after you scored the last minute goal for arsenal in the F.A Cup final against West Ham last season. You loved it here.
You were shaken out of your thoughts as you saw Sam Kerr approach you, clasping your hand and both winking at each other before saying "Have a good game" and this would continue down the line until you held Millies hand and gave a smirk which made frown a little bit.
As the match kicked off, you went to your position and found yourself marked by Millie. You glanced at Hemp who gave you a smile and raised her eyebrows at you
"This gonna be a great match" you said to Mille "Yeah it's crazy it's happening" She said in a happy voice
"Too bad i didnt get the male chelsea captain to deal with"
"Ooh is that How's it gonna be?" Millie replied in a amused voice as she glanced at you as you just gave a smirked.
A couple minutes later, you would find yourself running through on goal and was heading towards goal as you feel Millie trying to push you off the ball as Eddison was ready to challenge you. As Millie tried to kick the ball away she ended up dragging you down but you got a kick out of it but Eddison's fingers tip skimmed the ball enough to divert it to the post.
Next thing you knew you hit the ground hard as you felt someone fall on you. You looked at who was on top of you and was Millie "Sorry if that was a bit rough, you ok?" She said with her own smirk trying to get back at you. You couldn't help but get hot under the collar feeling her hot breath fall on you as she was on top of you but you remained composed
"Nah I'm good. I like it Rough, especially in the postion" you said in a flirty voice as you looked Millie up and down who responded with a flabbergasted face before she quickly got up and brushed herself off. You evilly cackle to yourself loud enough to hear.
Later as your team received a corner you would take your postion and felt a strong presence behind you. You glance to see Millie. She stood next to you as she got ready to fight in the air. You felt her hand on your waist.
"Oh Millie" You said in a fake shock but flirty voice. To which Millie give you a seconed look and glared at you. But heard McCabe cackle and you saw Kerr in front of you starting to chuckle. And a friendly bump on the arm by walker. But at that moment you heard the whistle and the ball was kicked in by Hemp and you locked on to the ball and was about to jumped but saw Haaland jump into the air for the header. You would jocky agaisnt Millie and you managed to throw off balanced so she couldn't challenge Haaland who buried it into the net.
Thr crowd cheered as the team chased Haaland but before you ran, you looked to Millie who was in the ground.
"That wasn't the brightest idea, Brighty!" You said before running off. Not noticing Rachel Daly heard the pun and couldn't help but feel proud at the pun. "It'd beginning to look like you gonna be wearing that spurs shirt Leah" Daly said as he walked past a worried Leah. Millie was being broken down slowly.
The game was 1-1 and you weren't slowing down with the jabs either, you tell Millie irratation was rising. "You seem to not be enjoying the match Millie. What could be wrong?" Nothing. You were standing behind her and couldn't see her face as you started to walk in front of her getting ready to make a run for the ball as the counter attack was coming "It's a nice view by the way Millie"
"What?"
"You backside"
"E-excuse me!" You heard her say in a shock voice as she stuttered the sentence out. In that moment before she could register you sprinted off towards the goal as Son lobbed the ball towards the goal as the chased it. "LITTLE SHIT!" You heard Millie shout trying to chase you down. The sentence threw her off long enough for you acceleration to get distance on her. You saw Maguire coming in for a tackle to which you did a Ronaldo chop to the left sending Maguire sliding in embarrassment. The crowd rained oohh and cheers, as you continued but the slight delay of the move let Millie catch up and you then would pull off a Cruyff turn which resulted in something the world rarely saw with Millie Bright. You sent Millie falling face first onto the ground, you didn't looked back as you ran towards the goal you were one on one with Eddison. Calm and collected to curled the ball past the Brazilian into the goal which led to cheers and claps as you ran off to find Son to thank him for the assist. "LETS GO SONNY BOY!" As you embraced each other and felt others join the bundle. Not knowing Bright was at her limit
Half time would come along and you would walk back to the locker room not before noticing a glare from Millie
You sat down waiting for Pep to talk about the game plan and you felt hands on your shoulders "I can't see much from my postion but I think you winning this bet L/N" you hear Mary Earps say. You turn to her "yeah I feel bad though, hopefullyshe doesn't kill me" you grimaced "Oh she is gunning for you. I saw her face and know what that face means. Whatever happens Just apologise after the game. Hopefully you haven't pushed her too far that we never see you again" She said patting you in the back. Rest of the team walked in over the next couple minutes.
After the talk about the game plan and getting ready to go back out, you see Leah "You seem quiet Leah" Leah sighed
"Cause she bit off more then she could chew" Foden cheekly said as he grabbed a drink "Are you really gonna make her wear a Tottenham shirt? Couldn't be me" Declan Rice said giving you a friendly punch on the arm Leah groaned in annoyance "I'm getting annoyed here" She voiced in the room "So is Bright, You gonna be a good assistant" hear McCabe say as you and her step put of the locker room "ATLEAST I DIDN'T GET BOOKED A YELLOW!" You hear Leah shout at Katie before the door shut behind you, leaving you and Katie laugh as you walk back to the field
You were running into the box as a counter attack was on and Rice lobbed the ball into the box and you went to for the ball but felt a pain in your back sending flying as you jumped and just narrowly missing the goal post and falling to the ground. You gasped the wind was knocked out of you and winced "Jesus" you said sat up and saw Millie staring at you "Oh are you ok? I didn't break you did i?" She said in a sarcastic tone. You smirked "Yeah I deserve that one" you winched as you sat up "Yeah ya did brat" as she walked towards to you and extended her hand. You accepted her hand "Though I must say, You hit me so hard I started to angels. Then one helped me up" You winked at her "Oh for the love of"
*Whistle blows*
You notice the sub board
You run off to the sideline not before clapping and sending love to the crowd, high fiving the team and the enemy team
You glanced at Leah and wiggled your eyebrows. You won the bet and she looked miserable and fearful for that 24 hours
You approached your replacement Bethany England who became a close friend of yours during the All star team training.
You doubled high fived her "She all weared down for ya Bethy" She smiled and shook her head "GO GET ONE" You shouted to the the Tottenham captain
The match ended 5-3 to your team. You would shake hands and show respects
"Oi Millie!" You saw her coming towards you, You put your hands up as a sign of meaning no harm "You really a tough defend-Oof" She shoulder barged you into a stagger and walked to her team. You looked at her leave and then glanced at Daly who gave you, you are in trouble and I fear for your life look. You were shaken from your thoughts by two Tottenham players calling you. You turned with a smile and jogged to Son and Bethany for the trophy lift.
You be lying if you said you didn't feel bad about Millie. You admit you did a bit much especially in efforts for a bet. You found yourself in a secluded area of the hotel both teams would away for the night. You asked Leah if you could have Millies contact details in efforts to apologise. To which she did even after the endless teasing from the team after losing the bet. The team all agreed that Millie cleary let you in her head. You messaged the lioness
"Hey Millie, it's Y/N. Leah gave me your number. I wanted to apologise for my actions I got carried away and went to far in my shit talking today and I am at the hotel and I wanted to apologise in person. If you want nothing to do with me I understand"
"What door number and I will you at 11 pm"
You responded with the door and was left on read thus leading to you waiting outside your door with it open with anxiety building
"OI L/N!" You eyes snapped to the voice and there she was a furious lion that was Millie Bright marching towards you that you would say was murderous intent. Oh she gonna kill you. You put your arms up in defence
"Ok Millie, I'm sorry I really messed and you are very right to be piss-" You were cut off by Millie shoving into your room sending you stumbling. You hear the door slam and felt Millie grabbed you and put you agaisnt the door. You breath quicken as her face was inches away from yours as her breath was heavy and her eye were starring into your soul.
You gulped
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She grabbed both your wrist pining them above you head as she aggressively captured your lips with hers, shocking you, you tried to fight out of it. but couldnt help kiss back. She put her hand under your shirt rubbing your abs and grinded against you. You couldn't help but submit to this lioness. The frustration you gave her today made her lose it
You started to moan as she controlled you like her own toy. You could feel Millie smirk before slipping her tongue in your mouth. You were in bliss, Millie was pushing all the right buttons like you pushed hers on the field.
She stopped for a breather "Holy-"
She then kissing your neck lightly making you shut up tried to fight back moans.
"Such a brat" her kissing became harsher and harder making you curl your toes and move you hands against Millies hold but she was freakishly strong.
Millie stopped and locked eyes with you
"You are going to make up for today" you looked at her helpless as you felt her hand move from your waist to your backside and she grouped. "I can't wait to see that view." She said in a devilous voice as she grouped your backside You were in a trance, you couldn't look away from her and you were still trying to control your breathing.
"But since I didn't get a trophy today, I'm going to take another one and mark it" She said lickling her lips before biting down on your neck and sucked on it. Making your wide eyed. Squeezing you fists and your voice caught in your throat. You let herself submit under her control as she continued to grope and pull you towards her grinding movements. "F-fuck M-millie" you said as you felt her mark your neck
"We will" She said grabbing you and throwing you onto the bed and pinned you down. You were still trying to process what was happening.
"What's wrong? I thought you like it rough?" She said in a seductive voice lifted up your shirt to your neck. "And this postion" you placed kisses from the top of your abs and went lower
Making you feel scared but filled with excitement
She went Iower
You moaned as you closed your eyes
She went lower
It was at this moment you was Millies trophy for the rest of the night
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You eyes fluttered open as you felt a hand play with your hair and stroke your head. You turned into the body you were intangled with and pressed your face into thier chest.
"Morning my Trophy" you heard the voice of Millie as you felt the vibrations of her speaking and looked up to her still half asleep. You felt her move strays of hair out of your face "You look cute when your all tuckered out" she said teasing you giving you pleasant flashbacks of the events of last night. "You say it like I didn't enjoy it" you gave a weak smile "Oh I know you enjoyed" She sat up slightly and drew you closer to her as she pecked your lips "I heard you enjoy it" You started to sheepishly smile, she pecked you again "I felt you enjoy it" you hid your face in her neck, pecking her neck and ribbing you face trying to hide
"Looks like I figured out how to finally shut you up"
The End
Well that was a different type of story I'm used to writing well the end part. I hope you guys enjoyed it and got a laugh and a gasp out of it.
I really wanted to write a story involving male and female footballers and I tried to make it work. Please let me know if you liked that idea btw
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International Break (Leah Williamson x Reader)
warnings: ⚠️swearing, smut⚠️
a/n: still don’t know about smut. wont write it often, much prefer the cutesy little couple moments.
prompt: Leah and reader having fun with friends and together during the international break.
International break were your favorite days. They were always fun, easy and full of laughs. It also meant you were back to playing striker. For Chelsea, you were their solid defensive midfield, but all that changed when you entered Sarina’s house. She wanted you as the nine. A team car picked you up from your house at 6:00 on Sunday evening. You had met up at Millie’s house with the other Chelsea lionesses. You, Lauren, Niahm, Jess and Millie all sang carpool on the way there, but eventually you got tired and fell asleep. The drive was two hours long and you woke up 15 minutes before arrival to the girls making tik toks. "Did you all make tik tok’s with me sleeping in the back?" You asked the girls, laughing slightly. "Definitely. Posted this one twenty minutes ago and all the comments are about you, lady pleaser." Millie tested, showing you her phone. "You’re funny."
"Yeah Mills, there’s only one lady she wats too please." Lauren said. She was sitting beside you and laughed, pushing you gently with her shoulder. "Ha ha." You said.
Leah and you had been together for six months. Not a long time, but you thought you would die if you didn’t know she was all yours. You got out your phone and fixed your messy hair, letting your waves fall loose on your shoulders. "Making yourself all pretty?" Niahm said. "I hate you all and I can’t wait to be there so I don’t have to talk to you until we have to go back to the club schedule." You told them. But yes. You were. You hadn’t seen Leah since the conti cup final. Your heart had been broken at that loss. And then after that it was Champions League nights, and your schedules collided with each other annoyingly. You couldn’t wait to be with Leah again.
Soon later, the driver pulled up to where the Lionesses would be training. You let all the girls get out first, and as you got out you looked around. There were videographers and photographers, but you couldn’t care less about them. You saw Leah leaning against a brick wall parallel to where the Cars were pulling in. She was talking to Keira and Georgia, you knew how much she missed them. You didn’t even grab your luggage from the back because you saw Keira pointing to you. She waved at you cheekily and you smiled at her briefly before locking eyes with Leah. You gave her the biggest smile and ran towards her. She took a few steps forward and opened her arms for you to jump into. You wrapped your arms around her neck and your legs around her waist. She buried her head in your neck, breathing in the smell of your hair. You hugged her back tightly. "I missed you so much." You whispered to her, feeling her hands run up and down your back. "I missed you more." Leah said to you as she put you on the ground. She was a bit taller than you, but barely.
She helped you bring your luggage in as she had already been here for over two hours because of captain duties. You fist bumped the anon for the Lionesses, laughing at Leah as she did the most extra high five ever, and then you walked in and then headed towards the dining hall. Twenty minutes later everyone was there including Sarina and the rest of staff. Sarina did a little welcome speech and then it was time for the roommate picking. It worked the same way every time. Sarina would choose one of the girls to come up on a little stage their was at the front of the dining hall and the lioness would pick a name out of a bowl, and that would be their roommate for the whole training camp.
You were sitting at a table with Lotte, Keira, Georgia, Lucy and Leah when Sarina called people’s names. Niahm roomed with Rachel, Millie with Mary ( which would be chaotic, everyone groaned as Millie picked Mary’s name ), Lotte would be rooming with Esme. And then
"Y/n! Come up here." Sarina said. You smiled at her as the group started to clap and cheer as they did for everyone. You bowed jokingly and walked up on stage. "Pick your fate." Sarina said. "Please not Lucy, please not Lucy." You jokingly muttered into the mic, making the room laugh and Lucy raise her arms in defeat. You chose a slip of paper and pulled it out, opening it slowly. "Ha! No way." You said, turning the slip of paper for the group to see. "It’s you and me, Leah."
The group laughed at the luck you guys had. "No funny business eh!" Sarina said, making you blush basically purple. Everyone knew you were dating, but having the coach bring it up made you feel lightheaded with awkwardness. You walked back to the table and high fived Leah. No PDA during training was one of your big rules. Football was your job, and you knew to be professional.
So, you brought your luggage to yours and Leah’s room, room 222, and settled in. "Right or left bed?" You asked Leah who stopped in her tracks. "What?" You asked her, deciding to mess with her a bit. But your smirk at her look of confusion gave you away. Her frown turned into a smile as she jumped on you and pushed you onto the far bed. She laid on top of you, pressing kisses to your face and then to your lips. It got heated quickly and she started to push her hips into you, you weren’t exactly innocent either, moaning at her smallest touches. But then a knock echoed on the door and Leah was suddenly on her feet and getting ready to open the door while you were standing up and pretending to take off your shoes. You nodded towards her and she opened the door to find Lucy, Rachel, Millie and some of the younger girls standing at the door. "What are you all looking at us weird for?" You yelled at them making them chuckle. "Thought you’d be fucking already." Lucy smirked. "Lucy! Children!" You scowled at her as you walked towards the door. "Hey we’re not children." Esme said. "Whatever. We’re going on a team walk. Wanna come?" Millie asked.
You and Leah agreed, Leah made the smart move of grabbing her coat while you just walked out in your england sweats and nike compression shirt. "You won’t be cold?" Leah asked you, slinging her arm around your waist. "Nah. All good." You told her.
You guys went out for your walk, and ten minutes in you were shaking like a leaf. Leah was walking slightly in front of you with Keira and Georgia, they had a lot to catch up on, and you were walking behind them with Jordan. "You cold?" Jordan asked, bumping shoulders with you. "Nah." You lied. "Liar." Jordan spat back. "Just don’t tell Leah or she’ll give me shit about it." You laughed, smiling at the short girl. "That’s why I want to tell her." Jordan said. You laughed and then things went quiet. "I’m happy you’re here, Jords. You deserve this spot." You told her. She smiled at you gently, bumping shoulders with you as a sign of affection. "Leah come get your girl! She’s freezing!" Jordan said before running away. "JORDAN!" You yelled after her as she ran to hide in front of Lotte.
Leah separated from Keira and Georgia and waited for you to catch up. "So. You’re cold?" Leah said. "Barely," you answered. Leah took your hand and instantly felt the shivers going through your body. She stopped in her tracks, you guys were closing the line so there was no blocking of anyone’s path. She slipped off her coat and gave it to you. "I’m wearing a hoodie anyways. I wore the coat more for you that for me." She said. She watched you, almost mesmerized, as you slipped on the coat and looked back at her. "You’re so beautiful. I’m so in love with you. Like… so in love. And I never want to loose you." You told Leah.
She was a bit taken aback by your words, but her face softened quickly. "Where’s this coming from?" she asked, cupping your face with her hands and using her thumb to wipe away a tear you hadn’t noticed was there. "Just form looking at you. From being with you." You told her. "I feel the same. All the time. I just didn’t know if you did. You’re not loosing me, y/n. Ever."
And with those words, she kissed you gently on the lips.
The next morning you were up at 7:30. Breakfast was at 8:00 and then it was photoshoot time in the new England kits. Every player had different time slots. Sarina had made groups of 5 to get their pictures taken at the same time to reduce any chaos. You were in a group with Lucy, Keira, LJ and Chloe for the individual photos. You were sad you weren’t with Leah, her time slot was after yours. But Sarina had asked you, Leah, Lucy, Chloe, Ella, Keira, Georgia, LJ and Hempo to come in after everyone else to take a group picture. You and Leah went downstairs for breakfast and then went back to your rooms to do your hair for the photoshoot, the makeup artist would be doing the rest.
You stood in front of the mirror, looking at yourself. You loved media day, you loved taking pictures, it was just the little comments people would say that made you worry. You hated the things people would say.
"You okay?" Leah said, walking to you and putting her hand on your back. "Yeah. Just not feeling myself today." You told her, looking at her and smiling slightly before walking out of the washroom. "You look amazing. You always do." Leah said to you gently.
You nodded and ignored the look of sadness on Leah’s face at the thought that you weren’t liking yourself today.
Your time slot was right before Leah. You watched the girls in your group take pictures, you cheered them on and then made tik toks with a few of the girls. Finally, it was your turn. You put on the white kit and did a few poses. You juggled, we’re asked to scream like you just scored which was always an awkward one for you. You then repeated everything in the away kit before taking pictures in the shorts and your sports bra. It was easy to say you had muscle to show.
You were the last in your group to go, so while you were taking the last pics in your bra and shorts, Leah came in with her group. She smiled at you, watching you pose. You hadn’t realized she was there. Leah took out her phone and video taped you, laughing at your awkwardness. Eventually, you had the go to put on your shirt again and you took a few pics with both Lauren’s and Lucy.
Finally, media was over. You spotted Leah who had now put on her home kit and smiled at her, but you couldn’t go talk to her because the photographer wanted to show you all some of the pictures.
To your surprise, you really liked them. "You always make me look so good, Mike." You said to him, hugging him quickly as he sat in the chair. "Hey it’s all you." He said.
You watched Leah take her pictures, her group being the last one and then you took the group pictures. It was a long day, and training started tomorrow.
Training was at ten the next morning. Leah woke up giddy and the first thing she did in the morning was lie on top of you and kiss you everywhere. "Mhmmm good morning to you too." You said, wrapping your arms around her body. "It is a good morning. It’s a good day." Leah said. "I wish we could play together all the time… Come to Arsenal! I’ll put in a good word for you. Jonas wants you already." Leah begged.
It was true, Jonas had put in a huge offer and you and Chelsea turned it down immediately. "No way. Never. I’m a blue through and through. Sorry baby." You told her, kissing her lips sweetly.
Before it got too heated, you pushed her off of you. "Come on you’re such a tease. We haven’t had sex in a month." Leah said to you. "And I want too. So badly. Like i’m actually dying internally but our friends are sharing a wall with us. Like Lotte and Esme are right there. Right now." You said, rummaging through your bag for the new training kit. "Let them hear!" Leah said. You gave her a 'really?' look and she laughed. "Okay. Not a good idea."
"No. Not a good idea. You laughed, throwing her her training kit and starting to change." She watched you, smiling, and then put on her own kit. You put your hair in a ponytail and then went down for breakfast. You went around talking to a lot of the girls, got pranked by Millie and Rachel and then you all went outside for training.
Leahs good mood stayed the whole day, she ran onto the field and you kept on making the joke that "your skipper was skipping."
Training was great. Everyone seemed to connect and you felt as though this was a world cup winning team. You put in the work, fighting harder than anyone else, except maybe Jordan. She had a place fo secure for the world cup. During an 11 v 11 scrimmage, you teased Mary with a panenka chip as Millie had taken you down in the box. Leah was on the other team and she shoved you jokingly after you scored that, Mary flipping you off with her keeper gloves was a funny sight. You hugged her after the game was over, your team winning 2-1.
It was then time for lunch, and then another training session followed by ice baths. You had fish, mash potatoes and a salad for lunch, going on your phone briefly to text your club teammates.
The second training session was really focusing on 1 v 1 and 2 v 2’s. Two nets about 15 meters from each other. Four groups. Two groups on each side of the net. One person would go from each side of the pitch, one defending, one attacker, and then when the ball goes out of play, another player from each side came in and it was 2 v 2.
Eventually it was your turn, 1 v 1 vs Niahm. You played with Niahm all the time, you were always with her so you knew how she played, but she did too. You dribbled up to her slowly, faked left and then did a scissor right, making Niahm step to block. After that, it was an easy tap through her legs and a hard shot to the bottom right corner. Niahm fell to the ground in defeat as the girls yelled "MEGGG"
You helped your Chelsea teammate up, laughing, and then it was you and Ella vs Leah and Niahm. Ella took the ball but Niahm stole it, with a quick slide, you got it back and passed it to Lessi, splitting Leah and Niahm completely. Lessi shot it but Mary saved it. "You do that again and i’ll put acrylics on." Leah whispered to you jokingly. You laughed loudly, no one hearing what she had whispered to you.
When training ended, you all headed towards the ice baths. You had a love hate relationship with them.
The whole team poured into the room, ditching shirts and socks and entering the water. You watched G, Keira and Leah enter but you stood at the stairs. "Is it cold?" You asked them, crossing your arms over your chest. "It’s an ice bath baby." Leah said, laughing. You pouted and looked at the water. "Come on y/n. It’s not that bad anymore." Georgia said. You stepped into the bath, your feet numbing. "Jesus." You groaned, going in deeper until the water was at your mid stomach. "Cold, cold, cold, cold." You groaned.
The photographers came and took a picture of all of you and you put on a smile for him before letting it falter. You could only focus on how cold it was.
Leah wrapped her arms around your upper body and you buried your head in her shoulder.
"You guys are gonna make this third wheel?" Keira said. "Nah! Get in here!" You said, opening your arms for Keira and Georgia to join. Maybe that wasn’t the best idea.
Georgia jumped into you at full force, and you were not expecting it. She sent you toppling backwards.
You felt nothing but ice cold water as your whole body got submerged into the bath. You were down there for a couple seconds before your body worked again and you came flying back up, gasping for air and coughing. Everyone was kind of silent, Leah was obviously trying to uphold her girlfriend role but she was the first to burst out laughing. "GEORGIA!" you yelled, shaking violently and pushing your hair out of your face. "I’m sorry! All those muscles I thought you could take it!" She squealed, hiding behind Leah. "Don’t hide behind me! I’m not protecting you from her!" Leah said, moving away. "Aww how sweet! How about you come give me a hug?" You said to your girlfriend, opening your arms to her. "No no no, i’m not getting all wet." Leah said, backing away. You stopped in your tracks, pouting. "Fine then. I’ll go put on acrylics." You said, using her threat from earlier. You turned around and walked out of the bath, laughing to yourself as you heard Keira and Georgia making an "ooooh" noise. Leah knew you were kidding, but she was quick to follow you out of the bath. "Everyone’s here for another 15 or so. Our room?" She whispered to you as you tried your whole body with your towel. "I don’t know. You really left me stranded out there." You told her, putting on an act. Leah looked over at you as she dried her legs. "Can’t leave at the same time. Meet you in three?" You quickly left the area and headed to the third floor. You used your key card to get in and then turned on the shower.
You stripped from your wet clothes and threw them in the hamper, proceeding to putting your hand under the shower to make sure it was warm enough. It was. You stepped in, feeling the relief of the heat on you.
Soon after, you heard the door open.
Leah walked in and heard the sound of the shower. She smiled to herself, shower sex was her favorite, always had been. She ditched her shorts and sports bra and walked into the washroom, looking at you through the clear glass. "You just gonna stand there?" You asked her playfully. "Just let me admire you for a second" Leah said.
You did not.
You walked out of the shower, not caring about the water you were sipping everywhere. You grabbed her by her waist, pulling your naked bodies together. Gently, but sternly, you pushed her into the shower and up against the wall. You took a moment to look at her, trace your fingers on her jawline and then you kissed her, nipping at her lips and using one hand to play with her nipples while the other one cupped her core. You trailed kisses down her body, Leah’s nails holding you tightly to her as she kept a stern grip on your waist. Her legs were shaking and as you kissed down her neck, too her collarbone, and slowly down her stomach, you we’re having to hold her up against the wall. "You ready?" You asked her, looking up at her through the valley of her breast. "Yeah."
You pushed your middle finger into her, using the pad of your thumb to push into her clit. She moaned at your touch as you pumped your finger in and out of her, holding her thighs steady. After her first orgasm, you put your head between her thighs and finished her off. When she came for the second time, you went back up and kissed her gently, grazing your nails down her stomach. "You tired?" you asked her, cupping her face. "Yeah. But you, I can-" she started saying. "No. Not today. You’re tired and so am I. It’s all good."
She kissed you sweetly and you took turns washing your hair and bodies.
The rest of the night was spent with movies and team bonding. It was all good, you were back with Leah, the lionesses were stronger than ever, and it was time to bring the World Cup home.
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secret santa | j. fleming
summary; jessie leaves your real present at home. [SMUT]
🎵 right my wrongs - bryson tiller
you watched on excitedly as millie opened her present from you, a massive grin appearing on her face once she caught sight of the white t-shirt you'd had custom made for her. a cartoon drawing of her and rachel was in the middle alongside their dogs by their feet, a massive 'daly dose of brightness' calligraphy sign above them as they pointed up to it, millie looking up and finding you immediately as she knew only you would get her something like that.
"i'm putting this on right now!"
she stood up to take off her shirt and modelled for the girls when they wolf-whistled at the sight of her shirtless, quickly putting on her new shirt and continuing to model it as you all cheered her on. the defender made her lap of the group whilst doing a model walk and arrived at you, kissing your forehead with a thanks before sitting down again. emma picked up a gift from the pile in the middle of you all and read the name, looking up to find you.
"think fast!"
she threw it towards you and applauded when you caught it with ease, slightly disappointed you didn't let it drop. the present was shaped like a flat rectangle and light, the price limit on your secret santa was twenty-five pounds so you had no idea what it could be, all the girls watching to see what it was as you tore it open. you noticed it was a 2024 calendar - cleary personalised - with the back showing twelve pictures of your teammates dressed up in stupid outfits matching the seasons.
january was erin and guro wearing new years hats with partyblowers in their mouths, february was jessie holding a heart-shaped pillow and wearing a hat that said 'happy valentines day' whilst blowing a kiss to the camera, april was jess dressed up like the easter bunny and mia sneaking out of frame with a basket full of eggs, june was zecira and lauren wearing hawaiian shirts with sunglasses on a fake beach whilst pushing their cocktail glasses together in cheers, october was niamh and fran dressed in matching vampire costumes alongside guro fighting them off with a garlic clove and wooden stake and december was all of the girls in different christmas jumpers surrounded by presents.
the remaining months were just your teammates wearing random things and being stupid if there wasn't any specific holidays, one of them being millie dressed up as a firefighter and pretending to slide down a pole with one leg popped up behind her and a finger on her pouting lips, a running inside joke on your team being that she'd make a great firefighter purely for the 'sexy' calendar photoshoots they have.
"oh this is so cute! best present ever."
you commented whilst flicking through the months and showing your teammates your favourites, getting slightly distracted on february but quickly snapping out of it once erin started teasing you for shamelessly staring at jessie. there could have only been one person who came up with this thoughtful idea and actually went through with it, no one but your girlfriend would take the time to make such a cute gift. you quickly stood up and walked over to the canadian whilst kissing her on the cheek, thanking her quietly as she smiled brightly with a blush, so happy you liked the gift but still growing a little shy once you kissed her.
the rest of the girls opened their presents and were all happy with what they received, sitting and talking for an hour or so before some people started to leave once emma dismissed you all from the team bonding session. jessie informed you earlier that she had another gift waiting at home, claiming she forgot to bring it as she was in a hurry that morning but wanting you to open it when you got back to your shared place anyways. your curiosity got the better of you and you'd practically dragged your girlfriend out of cobham training grounds towards your car, ignoring the chuckle she'd let out when you were beginning to grow restless out of anticipation.
"come on we're literally there! you might as well tell me what it is."
"sorry baby, no can do."
jessie refused for the umteenth time after you asked her to say what your actual gift was, unlocking the door to your shared apartment and letting you in first as she watched you practically sprint towards the bedroom where you knew it would be. you saw a neat box laying on the bottom of your bed with a red bow over it, picking it up to see there was no brand name or indication of what it could be. you carefully untied the ribbon with jessie leaning against the doorframe as she watched on with a smirk, grinning when you took off the lid and gasped at what you saw.
a black lace lingerie set was neatly laid out in the box in front of you, your eyes unable to leave it as you'd never worn anything like that before and didn't think jessie would be into it. (future you would be screaming about just how into it jessie is.)
"you like it?"
you turned to jessie and nodded your head shyly, kicking off your shoes by the end of the bed and pulling the set out of the box, holding it up to find thankfully she hadn't bought you a thong as you didn't like wearing them. it was a simple black lace lingerie set- yet you were obsessed. you hurried into the ensuite as jessie sat down on your side of the bed patiently, slowly getting more and more riled up at the thought of you in lingerie just for her, thinking about how gorgeous you'd look in the set and that she was definitely going to make you keep it on somehow as she fucked you later on.
she was knocked out of her thoughts by you opening the ensuite door and leaning against the doorframe shyly, not knowing what to do with yourself as jessie took you in and chuckled at your awkward nature when it came to things like this. she waved you over with a massive grin playing on her face, shamelessly checking you out as your arms went around her neck whilst you straddled her lap when she moved to lean against the headboard, squealing at the unexpected slap she landed to your ass before squeezing it.
"you like it?"
you repeated her earlier question in a teasing manner, watching the way her eyes wouldn't stay still as they roamed all over your body alongside her hands.
"god, i love it. this is so much better than i ever could've imagined. you get more beautiful by the day."
you blushed at her endless array of compliments as she babbled them out like she was drunk, lips moving forward to take the skin above your breasts and below your collarbone into her teeth as she bit harshly, grinning at the hiss of pain you exerted before she ran her tongue over it whilst sucking. she continued this all over your chest and neck, moving to flip you over so she could move her lips down your stomach and repeat her actions, loving the way your hands tangled in her hair and breathing picked up. the canadian looked up to see your chest rising and falling at a faster rate, absolutely adoring the way your bra was hugging your breasts in all the right ways to drive her feral; she couldn't help but move back up to your chest and pay them extra special attention once she was done with your stomach.
"god i love your tits. they look so fucking gorgeous right now- i'm gonna go insane."
"the least you could do is fuck me before i commit you to an insane asylum then."
jessie shook her head at your stupid joke, chuckling alongside you as she leaned down to kiss you sweetly, moving her lips down your neck to make more marks.
"if i could i'd take a picture to make sure this moment never ends."
"i never said you couldn't."
you smirked up at her, watching her eyes light up as you nodded your head in approval of her questioning glance. the midfielder reached for her bedside table and found her polaroid amongst her mini collection of cameras, positioning the lens in a way that only showed the bottom of your jaw all the way down to the waistband of your underwear, quickly taking a picture and placing the camera back on her drawer to sort out later on. her lips quickly found their way to your inner thighs and continued the trail of love bites she'd set herself on a mission of making, teeth wrapping around your waistband and pulling back before letting go, grinning at the whine you let out when it snapped back against your skin.
unable to control herself anymore, her fingers dipped under and softly began rubbing your clit to earn a moan of her name, your legs spreading open further in a silent plea as jessie moved her digits down to your entrance and prodded them both in slowly to not stretch you out too painfully. you pulled her into a heated kiss as she moved her free hand to massage your breast over the bra she'd gotten you, your hands tangling into her hair and tugging when she started moving her fingers. she quickly built you up and attached her mouth to your nipple over the bra, curling her fingers simultaneously as you pushed her head further into you and arched your back with a groan of pleasure.
"you're so fuckin' sexy babygirl. been dreaming of havin' you wear something like this for months now."
"won't be the last time if you keep fucking me this good every time i wear it."
you promised with a wink whilst keeping back your moans, throwing back your head as she observed the way your body was reacting to her hand. she was curling her fingers into your g-spot, pulling out every now and then to tease as she rubbed your wetness over your puffy clit frantically before going back to finger-fucking you like her life depended on it, loving the way you were whimpering at the loss of her digits every time. you grabbed her wrist when you felt her pulling out and gave her a look of warning, loving the way she cowered under your gaze and stopped the games with a peck on your lips in apology.
her thrusts started to get rougher and more forceful when she began to take in your body again, the sight of you getting fucked in lingerie riling her up to no end as she moaned, no longer keeping the thoughts of what she wanted to do to you at bay. jessie felt your walls clamping down on her fingers every time she pushed them in, growing tighter with each thrust whilst she groaned in response to the feeling of your arousal flooding her fingers.
"you gonna cum baby? am i fucking you good?"
"m'gonna cum- don't stop!"
you begged continuously as she kissed along the love bites she'd left behind in response, moving her thumb up at an awkward angle to rub your clit in tight circles whilst your nails raked blood-red trails down her back like she'd just been mauled by a tiger. jessie grunted in pain whilst biting her lip to distract herself from it, focusing on making you feel as good as possible.
"gonna be a good girl and look pretty whilst you cum all over my fingers?"
"m'your good girl."
"that's right baby. such a pretty princess. dressing up for me and letting me fuck you like this, such a good girl. my good girl."
that's all it took for the floodgates to open and your mouth to start letting out as many expletives as you could think of, nails continuing to make their mark on her waist and back as jessies hand didn't relent for one second. your breathing eventually evened out as your orgasm finally subsided, realising your girlfriend still had her fingers knuckle-deep inside you as you looked to her in confusion, seeing the dark look in her eyes as she raked them up and down your body in a way that said 'i'm not done with you yet' whilst she turned you over so you were straddling her again.
oh, she was gonna fuck you so good.
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Little Slut millie bright
summary: Your on-pitch rivalry with Millie Bright turns into a night you'll never forget
warnings: dom!millie, sub!reader, hate sex, gagging, degradation, praise kink (shocker), fingering, spanking, cunnilingus, and an embarrassingly large amount of dirty talk.
pairing: millie bright x reader
word count: 6000 [i genuinely could not stop writing and it's still going to be a two-parter ;)]
SMUT 18+
Just a simple reminder that this is fiction! If you don't like this content then simply do not read it! You have been warned
It was the third day of training camp and Sarina had you and the rest of the team playing a five-a-side game, just a friendly practice, but with Lucy and Millie playing it was never going to be anything like a friendly match. You were usually a semi-aggressive player, sliding in for tackles when you felt the match wasn’t going your way, but nothing in comparison to the other two. You were upfront, Millie Bright marking you as if you had hurt her in a previous life.
You two never really got along anyway, you both rubbed each other up the wrong way and you’d barely spent any time with her in comparison to the rest of the girls. You played for opposing teams and even fans had started to realise the tension between you two. One of you always seemed to end up on the floor when you played against each other, and Millie’s shirt was never the one covered in grass stains. She was relentless against you and by the time you’d finished the full 90 minutes you always looked like you’d been through the wars.
The ball falls to your feet for the third time in the last 15 minutes, you try desperately to dribble it around Millie but she was so much stronger and more athletic than you so you could barely more a few steps without it leaving your possession. You knew you were a good player, but she made you doubt yourself and that’s where you presumed the frustration originated. What made it worse was her smug looking smirk that she wore as she passed the ball up the pitch, turning back around and catching your eyeline. You hear Lucy shouting at you, her hard work getting it away from your goal ruined again as you just couldn’t get it by the force of Millie Bright.
The ball gets kicked out and you’re practising your teams corner kicks now, working on your positioning in the box, waiting for Greenwood to release the ball. You’re slightly leant over, trying to take up as much of the offensive line as you could. A strong hand fell against your back, the finger span reaching almost over half of your waist. You knew it was Millie even without looking. You pushed back into her, a groan leaving your lips as she holds her ground, and you swear you could hear a laugh as she can see you get more and more wound up by her behaviour.
Greenwood finally whips the ball in your direction, you go to jump for it but as your feet leave the ground, Millie shoves into you with her shoulder making you lose your balance in the air and you slam against the floor, knocking all the air out of your lungs as you grasp your ankle in pain. Millie offers you a hand, but you’d reached your limit of Bright today, batting her hand away and jumping up in response. You feel your anger bubble out of you, bravely getting in her face and shoving her hard. She looks taken aback by you as she stumbles backwards but it was no way strong enough to actually push her over, you don’t think you’d ever seen anyone successfully shove her to the floor.
“What the fuck was that?” Millie growled; you could hear the anger in her voice as she gets equally up in your face. However, she towers over you, she had a good extra 6 inches of height against you but you don’t see yourself backing down.
“What was what? I’m just throwing my weight around like you have to me this entire fucking game.” The anger was rising uncontrollably now, both of you in a stand-off against each other, both of your cheeks glowing red.
“God, Don’t be so fucking precious.” There was a suspicious smirk plastered across her face as her dark glaze caught you off guard. You were convinced you hated her, but now you weren’t so sure as you felt a gulp choke you in the back of your throat at her words.
“Oh fuck off Millie you’re doing my fucking head in.” The words left your mouth, and it was too late to take it back. By this point the rest of the team had noticed what was going on, all of them just watching as you stood in each other’s faces. It all got too much in your head and you started to walk away from her, but you were stopped by a strong grip on your arm spinning you straight back into it.
“No what is your fucking problem?” She demanded an answer, giving you a quick effortless shove and you could feel your body begin to burn as you stumble backwards, the combination of absolute rage but now also the confused arousal at her physical dominance over you. Your fists clenched and before you knew it, you’d been grabbed by someone, guiding you away for the situation, gripping hold of your shoulders. You could barely think straight, completely embarrassed of the altercation that you’d started, but she just made you so angry you couldn’t help it.
Lucy continued to guide you off the pitch, throwing her hand up to Sarina who just looked sick and tired of the team drama that always unfolded at training camp. As soon as you reached the tunnel you felt your anger build and build again.
“What on earth do you think you were doing, why start something with Bright when you’re that short.” Lucy joked, but also wanting you to answer her question. She was easily your favourite person in the group, despite you and her being the youngest and oldest in the starting XI.
“She just winds me up Luce, that fucking smugness on the pitch it’s so exhausting playing against her.” You admit, stopping in the middle of the tunnel as you knew Lucy had to make it back to training while you calmed down.
“I bet it winds you up, what all that dominance.”
“Not like that, fucking hell get your mind out of the gutter Bronzey.” You were even beginning to get agitated with her now. She shrugs in response to you, knowing in her head that she was right, but she didn’t want to be on the wrong side of you either.
“All I’m gonna say is you wanna sort this out.” She advised truthfully, “The one person you don’t want to start a physical rivalry with is Millie Bright, especially when she is twice the fucking size of you shorty.” With that she patted your back and ran back onto the pitch. You were seeing red at this point, storming off and finding your way back to your room to sort the mess in your head out once and for all.
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You were sat in your room about an hour later and your brain hadn’t stopped spinning since you were dragged off the pitch. You never shared a room at camp, thanking yourself as you laid back on the bed, finally feeling some level of calm. Still, you kept switching your phone on and off, flicking onto millies contact number before talking yourself out of it. You don’t know why you felt the need to apologise, but something Lucy had said had found its way deep into your brain and you couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt. Yet as soon as the guilt washed over, you were back to being reminded how she had done everything she could to push you over the edge and the frustration bubbled back up.
You didn’t remember when you’d typed her username into Instagram, but you’d found yourself shamelessly stalking the older woman. You were observing her form, her muscular frame and the tattoo sleeve that covered up her biceps. You continued scrolling and you came across a certain picture of her in a white polo, the angle of the photo from below and it sent you into overdrive. Your mouth was ajar, and you finally let the feelings of arousal pool between your legs, your thighs subconsciously squeezing together.
You were barely in control of yourself as you reached your hand into your joggers, lifting up the waistband but before you could even do anything there was a knock at your door and you jumped out of your skin, removing your hand quickly and getting up.
You rearranged your hair, unlocking the latch and opening up the door. You were greeted with Millie, still in her kit, her Captain’s armband clasping around her muscular arms, her hair up in her signature bun, hair spilling out over the sides. She was still sweating, and you presumed she’d come straight from training.
“Millie what are you doing here?” You ask, your eyes rolling, and she was already scoffing at your reaction.
“I need an answer to my question, what’s your fucking problem with me?” She stepped into your room, and you felt your back hit the wall as she towered over you. That same Millie smirk was glaring right through you.
“Oh, shut up Bright, how can you be bothered to come here to start this again.” There was a deep annoyance to your tone. You were embarrassed that you’d let yourself believe she was turning you on, you nearly touched yourself thinking about her and now you were just writhing in anger all over again.
“I want to know what I’ve done that’s wound your pretty little head up so much.” Your breath hitched at her words, and she could see how much she was messing with your emotions. You ignored your arousal at her interruption, beginning to get angry as you felt her dominance intimidating you.
“What? So, you can keep doing it?” You couldn’t help but gaze down her frame, her wide stance doubling over you.
“God do you really think that bad of me?” You felt as though she was mocking you, you couldn’t tell, Millie was so difficult to read. You couldn’t tell what her intentions even were for barging into your room like this. Her words were having a huge effect on you, but you couldn’t tell whether this was what she wanted, turning you into a desperate mess.
“You know what Millie, yes, I do, you fucking strut around on the pitch throwing your weight around. You’ve barely said anything to me since I joined, and I’m convinced that this nice girl persona is all just a-” She forces her lips against yours and you swear you could see stars as she steps into your space, backing you fully against the wall, her hand cradling your back.
You couldn’t quite believe what was happening, but you kissed her back, fighting for dominance against her mouth but losing it quickly. She was never going to give into you, she had her own plan for the evening, and it didn’t involve fighting you for control.
She pulls back, smiling at your flushed red cheeks. Her fingers tuck the strand of hair behind your ear, dragging the tips down your neck, nails grazing against your skin.
“Well, I’ve worked out how to get you to shut up now haven’t I” She grimaced down at you, her dominance announced itself to the entire room. You could barely string a sentence together, your emotions running through your head, too many to keep track.
“Millie, I- “
“I think that’s what’s been going on hm?” She finished her sentence hovering over your neck, latching onto your skin and making her mark against you.
“What?” You ask innocently, your head hitting against the wall as you felt her teeth dig into your neck, a small moan exiting your lips and her grip against your back tightened.
“You need me to fuck all this stupid talk out of you.” Her words came naturally to her, and you couldn’t even bare to admit to yourself how wet it was making you. The only thing you can do is nod at her comment, reaching for the back of her neck and pulling her close to you again. You needed her lips against yours, the burning heat between you growing as she slid her tongue against your lips pleading for entrance into your mouth.
You allowed it, her tongue swiping against yours. She gripped your thighs, making sure to squeeze your ass before lifting you up and you instinctively wrap your legs around her waist. This was effortless for her, slamming your back against the wall again making you gasp into her mouth. She used this moment to take your bottom lip between her teeth, pulling it back before letting it go again, inciting a string of breathy moans of excitement as she held you tightly.
She moved you from the wall, not once breaking your forceful, desperate kisses. You felt her grip let you go, and you fell against the bed right next to your unlocked phone that was still on Millie’s Instagram. She smirked as she looked at you unaware that she had already seen what you were looking at before she arrived.
“What’s this babe?” She questioned with fake curiosity; she knew exactly what you were doing with the picture that it was frozen on. She picked up your phone, kneeling next to your horizontal body, waving the screen in front of your face. Your face must have been a deep red colour, the blood rushing to your head and you didn’t even know what you could say to hide what you’d really thought about doing when you saw that picture. “Tell me what you were doing with this picture of me.”
“Nothing, I was just looking.” She didn’t believe you, the shaky delivery of your lie not helping disguise your shame. Millie runs her fingers over your shirt until she reaches your nipple, rolling it between her fingers and thumb, pinching lightly through your shirt.
“Tell me the truth or you’re going to regret it.” Her words were serious, but you were lost in the way your shirt was being shifted up your body, your bare breasts reacting to the cool breeze that was drafting through the room. She swaps her hand for her mouth, flicking her tongue harshly against the hardening nub.
“I wasn’t doing anything I swear.” You lied again but you couldn’t stop the aching arousal that was growing inside of you as she moved to focus on your left nipple, taking it completely into her mouth. A little sweet moan slipped from you lips as she starts sucking and licking it in a strong, relentless rhythm. Her strokes worked harder, her tongue now lashing across your sensitive nipple, her nails digging into the sides of the other.
“Don’t fucking lie to me, not when I have you moaning like this already.” With no warning, she bit her teeth down hard against your left nipple, you yelped in pain, and you knew she wasn’t going to stop until you admitted what you’d done.
“Fuck Millie fine I was going to touch myself while looking at you.” The words fell desperately from your lips, and she soothed your sensitive chest by flattening her tongue over your nipple, her saliva cooling the searing pain she’d caused a few seconds ago.
“That’s better babe, you’re learning already.” Her words were making you weak as she reaches her arm underneath your back, cradling you in her arms as she toyed with you, teasing you, working you up until you were trembling. She was placing kisses up your chest, only touching you with her fingertip, her nails leaving a tingle wherever she touches. These gentle touches just letting you know that what you had admitted was turning her on.
“Millie please just do something.” You whimper in suspense, looking up at the blonde who was domineeringly leaning over your body, her hands roaming every part of you. She untied your jogger strings, slipping them down off your legs and you watch as her cheeks flush red at the sight of your black lace lingerie.
“Mm, these are pretty baby girl, did you put these on for me?” Her tone was getting harsher, her grip on your skin getting rougher and you could feel her lust behind her fingertips. You nod and she smiles against your thigh, her hands could fit around the width of your leg and there was something incredibly seductive about the way she was spreading them open, licking her lips in anticipation. “Let’s get these off now though.” By the time her sentence was finished she had your underwear halfway off you, her movements becoming rushed and desperate herself, but she could hold herself together and she was planning on doing so.
You feel the cold air of the room hit your bare skin, the warmth of her hands not going to where you needed her the most and she knew it. She could see the desperation behind your eyes, but she wasn’t going to just give it to you. Millie had you completely naked and you suddenly became aware of her being fully dressed, now kneeling in-between your legs. You had been so distracted by her touches and teasing that this was the first time you were really watching her. The way her blonde hair was messily sat on top of her head, her captain’s armband still gripping her muscles. You were desperate to see what was underneath, but there was something so alluring about her fucking you in that kit.
She grips your head, pulling you in to an upright position, kissing your forcefully as you are readjusted to fit where she wanted you to be. “You are so fucking gorgeous, look at the way your nipples are just permanently hard when you look at me.” She teases, pinching the left with force and making you moan into her mouth. “I want you to watch yourself.”
You felt your breath leave your lungs at her words, she moved out from between your legs, fingers under your chin as she moved your gaze to the mirror that was on the wall opposite the bed. You had a perfect view of yourself, sat legs spread, dark marks all the way up your body. You watch as Millie moves to sit behind you, letting you fall back into her arms. “You are going to watch as I touch you.” It was an order and you felt yourself get all shy, hiding your face in her arm as you twist and squirm, your face bright red with embarrassment.
“I said watch. I mean it baby don’t make me angry again.” Her voice was harsh, the combination of praise and dominance doubling the arousal between your legs. Her captaincy coming out of her as she forces you back into position. She hooks her legs over yours, forcing your legs to stay wide open. You catch your own gaze back at you, watching as Millie’s hands roamed your chest again, pinching at your nipples and watching you in the mirror as your head flung back and you gasped against her neck.
Your legs were spread wide open and every time you looked forward you could see her eyes burning on you, watching as she brought her hand down to your inner thigh, tracing small circles and itching up higher and higher until she was so damn close but still not giving into you. You were entranced by the scene unfolding in front of your eyes, her tongue was on her own lips again and it was a look that you couldn’t ever recover from.
“Please Millie, I need you, I just want you to fuck me.” The urgency was clear from your voice, but she just laughs at your desperation, continuing her small circles around your thighs. “Millie please.”
She pulls your hair back hard and the gasp that came from your lips was completely involuntary. “Stop being a fucking whore, you will get what I give you.” She spat, her voice turning to a growl as she lets your hair go, her hand cupping your heat, not giving you any pressure, and not letting you grind yourself against her. “Talking of whores, you’ve made a fucking mess of yourself, haven’t you?” Her grin was so intimidating as she felt your wetness against her hand, you were a whining mess against her palm, and she was loving it.
“Millie-” You were cut off again, the same hand moving up to cover your mouth and you groan against it, hips thrusting against nothing but the air in the room, desperate for some sort of contact.
“You’re pushing your luck sweetheart.” Millie whispers, her other hand moving around your throat, cutting off your oxygen completely. She had a tight grip around your marked neck as you twist in attempt to remove yourself from her hold. You give in and she lets go of you, trailing her hands back down your body as you catch your breath. You watch everything she does to you, observing the smirk that she made in reaction to your noises when she got closer to where you needed her before moving them back up your body. She was driving you crazy on purpose, punishing you for making her so angry a few hours earlier.
“Would you like me to touch you baby?” You nod, not speaking or begging, doing everything she asked of you. The power she held over you as she had you vulnerable and trembling between her legs. “There’s a good girl.” She praises and you watch as her hand found its way back down to your aching pussy, dragging her finger through your folds, swiping gently through the wetness that she found between your legs. She brings her hand up to her mouth, making direct eye contact with your reflection as she tastes you. You moan just from watching her and your hips buck upwards involuntarily just trying to contact something as she wound you into a frustrated arousal.
She teases your entrance, pushing just the tip of her finger inside of you and you feel your head fall back to rest on her shoulder. The pleasure making it difficult for you to keep your head held. “No baby, watch as I enter you.” You do as she says, knowing you wouldn’t get what you wanted without it. Your lips pressed together as you watch her finger move fully inside of you, pumping her arm, her muscles flexing as she starts to thrust her wrist.
“Fuck Millie, I need more, please.” You beg accidentally, but she turns a blind eye, giving you what you want. She adds a second finger and your eyes slam shut, focusing on the feeling of Millies fingers curling upwards and hitting your spot every time she entered you. As soon as your eyes shut you felt her movements still, her fingers buried inside of you but not moving. You whine and when your eyes open and catch her gaze in the mirror she continues. You understood the rules and Millie was definitely going to stick to them.
“Good girls get what they want baby, so I suggest you keep looking at yourself while I fuck you if you want this to end nicely.” The words came out her mouth so casually, but it sounded so goddamn attractive, the eye contact in the mirror making it so much more intense as you watch your pussy stretch around her fingers.
“My clit, please touch me.” The frustration was building up and you could barely hear yourself speak, your mind foggy at the sight of Millie fingering you.
“God you’re a needy girl aren’t you.” She smirked, shifting her hand so she could rub small circles around your clit with her thumb and you gasped in pleasure as the built-up pressure inside of you was released. She was getting you closer and closer, the little groans she kept making in your ear combined with her little nips against your neck all adding to your building orgasm. “Look at yourself baby, look how hot you look taking my fingers.”
You could feel your legs beginning to shake, your moans growing louder as she applied a stronger pressure to your swollen clit, thrusting her fingers quicker. You were so close, and she stopped, removing her hand from you, letting you come all the way back down. You look at her with confusion, turning your head to look at her properly.
“That’s what you get for being so whiny baby girl.” You whine in response, fittingly of course. Squirming around, trying to shut your legs to gain some sort of contact but Millie’s legs were pinning them apart, not letting you get your own way. She started her teasing again and you thought your body was going to collapse at the lack of contact she was making with your body again.
“Millie, you’re driving me crazy, please just fuck me again, make me cum for you.” You felt pathetic and desperate, her small smile making you realise this was exactly how she wanted you to feel. The kisses on your neck changed when she sunk her teeth into your skin, making you cry out.
“Stop fucking begging.” Her sentences were getting shorter, her patience running dry with you. You wanted to rile her up to, there was a sense of curiosity about her growing anger and how her face was growing redder as you fought back against her dominance.
When her hand reached to your entrance again, you felt your bratty side begin to shine through. She pushed two fingers inside of you again and after a few thrusts you decided to wind her up even more. You were watching her in awe as she worshipped your body. “Fuck me harder, please I need you to fuck me properly.”
That was the last thing you remembered saying, your bratty side being broken down as she pushed you down onto the bed, switching her position so she was straddled on top of you, your arms pinned down next to your head. “You’re feeling brave hm?” She asked, you felt way more intimidated as you were forced to look at her face rather than the reflection of her behind you. You nodded your head, using up the last ounce of your bratty side. She grabs your chin, forcing your head up as she leans over making sure the only thing you could see was her face.
“You wanna be fucked like my little slut?” She growled, you nod, and she wasn’t having your silent responses anymore. She chokes you, harder than before, your head going fuzzy for a second. “You better fucking answer me, or I’ll leave you here, pathetically trembling for me.”
“Yes Millie, fuck me please.” This was all you could come up with in the heat of the moment and when she laughed at your response you knew you weren’t getting away so easily.
“Tell me what you are then.” Her patronising tone and strong grip around your throat making you squirm but her legs straddled your stomach, keeping you pinned down against the mattress.
“Your little slut.” You whisper, your voice being taken away with how nervous you were in her presence. Seeing Millie so in charge of you was a normal occurrence on the pitch, but your pleasure being in her hands was something that made you so vulnerable but so desperate for her.
“And trust me, you’ll know it.” She kisses you with such force you could barely think straight, her hand still remaining around your throat, her teeth biting down on your lip, everything about this was rough and dirty. She continues to mark your neck and you were moaning in desperation, every bite she made you knew would leave a souvenir of this night, being able to see every mark that she makes on you. You felt your core ache and each mark she made down your neck and on your chest was making you whine, and you could feel each time you pushed her buttons as her teeth sunk in harder, sucking your skin with the intention of making you feel it for hours afterwards.
“You need to stop fucking whining.” Millie sits up, her fully dressed form starting to drive you mental with curiosity of wanting to see what her clothes was underneath. She reached for her Captains armband, sliding it quickly off her arm and shoving it into your mouth. “That should keep you quiet for me.”
You couldn’t believe the position you were in, underneath your captain with her armband gagging you, stopping you from moaning when she touches you. She places your hands above your head, her eyebrow raises telling you to keep them there. Millie pulls her t-shirt off, your eyes widening at the sight of what you’d imagined a few seconds ago, her toned stomach glistening in the hotel room light. “I want you over my lap.”
You moaned into the armband, the thought of being leant over her lap making you shake with anticipation. Before you could react, she was sat on the edge of the bed, her hand in your hair pulling you onto all fours, your stomach falling flush against her closed thighs.
Without a warning you felt two fingers being pushed into you, a quick relentless pace not allowing you to get used to the stretch needed to fit around her. You were moaning unashamedly against your gag, gasping as her flat handed palm hit your ass with a sting. She kept this going until you were a trembling mess over her lap. Each spank was met with her fingers curling harshly against your g-spot, her own groans making you dizzy as she worked hard to roughly thrust her fingers in and out of your cunt. “If only everyone could see you now.” She hummed, your pants getting more laboured as you felt your orgasm building in your stomach. “Bent over my lap with my armband stopping those pathetic little noises that you’re making for me.”
You felt yourself getting closer and when her arm snaked around your body to find your throbbing clit, she barely drew three circles against it and you were crying out against the armband every time you felt her fingers slam against your sweet spot. Your thighs were shaking, and your nails were gripping into her thighs as you felt your inevitable orgasm building. With one more spank you feel your core collapse with blinding pleasure and your orgasm burns through your body, your hips jolting uncontrollably as she fucks you through it.
You were so sensitive, but Millie was still thrusting her fingers into you, adding a third finger and your muffled moans spurring her to continue fucking you, her pace getting quicker as your thighs never stopped shaking. She was not in the mood to let you have any say in how she was taking you, the addition of her third finger stretching you out more than before. Her endless circles against your clit were getting stronger as you desperately winced through the overstimulation. “Come on, give me another, I know you can do it for me.” The mix of praise as you were degraded over her lap did it for you, the last orgasm still fluttering through you as the next one came out of nowhere.
Her harsh thrusts and small circles sent you into a state of shock, this orgasm lasting twice as long as the last and your hips now pushing back against Millies fingers. “Oh baby,” She sighed, removing her fingers, your body rigid over her lap. She tugs on your hair again, forcing you up onto your knees, your legs barely able to hold your own weight up. “Look at the mess you’ve made.” She said, gesturing towards her hand dripping in your arousal. You watch as she takes a finger and places it against her tongue, sucking up every last drop. Her eyes were dark with lust as her eyes trailed down your naked body that was kneeling to the side of her, the florescent green armband the only item of clothing in sight between your teeth.
“I think this will shut you up on the pitch now hm?” She questioned, squeezing your cheeks, and taking the armband out of your mouth, the drenched fabric being thrown to the side. “Each time you see me wearing this you’ll be imagining yourself bent over my lap.” With the gag out of your mouth, your groans and gasps sounded more intense than before, and you could see the lust behind Millies eyes. With your noises now at full strength, each moan was creating a pool between her own thighs, but she was too focused on you to even notice it.
“Come lie right here, legs spread.” She demanded, pointing to her face as she lied back on the bed. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion; you thought you were done. The throbbing sensitivity between your legs signalling that you couldn��t take any more and while the thought of riding Millie’s face was driving you crazy you didn’t think you had it in you to go again. “What’s wrong? You wanted to be fucked like my little slut so you’re going to do as you’re told and come and straddle my face. Now.”
Within seconds you found your knees spread, planted on the mattress, one on either side of her face. Her hands were holding your waist tightly, her strength keeping you stuck in place, disallowing your hips from grinding against her tongue. You were moaning into the mattress as her tongue explored your folds, swirling it around your oversensitive clit. Each time you felt the push of her tongue against your bundle of nerves you were met with a pleasurable shock that was sent right through your body. Her hands were gripping the back of your thighs before her fingers crawled towards your well fucked pussy, deciding she wasn’t finished with you just yet.
With the immediate push of three fingers into your entrance you moaned loudly, you felt your hips being lifted, allowing her to speak against your pussy. “That’s its baby, moan for me, make those pretty noises now you can. This is the only way I want to hear my name on your lips.” You gasp as her tongue instantly reconnects with your clit, swirling those same excruciating circles that were drawing your third orgasm closer.
You couldn’t control the sinful noises that were escaping your open mouth. You were being railed over Millie’s face and her thrusts were still getting stronger. Her stamina was unsurprisingly relentless, her muscular build finally being of somewhat use to you.
“Fuck Mils I’m so close.” You pant, moans interrupting your words, with her movements speeding up a fraction you took this as permission, but you couldn’t stop it either way. The orgasm that came made your knees buckle, your body unable to hold itself over Millies’s mouth, your thighs squeezing her head into place against your clit. Her tongue flicked back and forth over your nub as you rode out your orgasm, her hands no longer keeping your hips in place as you grind against her mouth. Her name, as predicted, was tumbling out of your mouth as the overwhelming waves of your prolonged orgasm continued to ripple through you. You could feel her moans vibrating through your body as you rode it out, this one was mind-blowing and your brain felt frozen in this moment for way longer than the last, which you didn’t believe was possible.
Millie was still smiling when you finally gained the strength to remove yourself from her face, you were aided by Millie’s grip that was helping you move your body down to match how she was laying. You were snuggled in her arms now and this felt strangely right as your head was hidden in the crease of her neck.
“I think you’ve learned your lesson now.” She grinned, her fingers running through your sweat drenched hair.
“If anything, I’ll be shoving you more.” This gained you a swift slap to your ass and you wince immediately, your skin still sensitive from when she had you bent over her lap. This gave you the confidence you needed, you were desperate to touch her and you had been since she kissed you in the doorway. You reached your hand down the waistband of her shorts that she was still wearing, and Millie looked at you with surprise.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She protested with her tone of voice but the way her hips rose to meet your hand was anything but resistance. It was your turn to smirk now as it seemed that Millie seemingly didn’t know you well enough to know that you’d want so desperately to return the favour.
“I want to show you that your little slut can do more than making pretty noises.”
(hope everyone is ready for a part 2)
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So besides the orgy fic (first part is on the works rn 👀) I also have sone other ideas that have been on my head for a while:
Mapi x Ingrid x Reader x Jill
Reader used to date Mapi, Jill and Ingrid were also a thing, now the exes are forced to play eachother in a hotly contested champions league match while also dating eachother's partners. Things get heated and sexy time ensues.
Millie Bright x Reader x Rachel Daly
It really shocked you when you found out that your girlfriend's best friend has never been with a woman before. When your girlfriend noticed your shock and the not so hidden attraction you two had for eachother she set something up.
What do we think?
#wlw#female reader#smut#woso smut#woso x reader#mapi leon smut#mapi leon x reader#ingrid engen smut#ingrid engen x reader#jill roord x reader#jill roord smut#millie bright x reader#millie bright smut#rachel daly x reader#rachel daly smut
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Niamh Charles x Chelsea! Canadian! Reader
Warnings: fluff, cocky! Niamhy, suggestive.
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You were quite new to the team, only joining the Blue’s side in July, but it felt like you had known Niamh for a lifetime.
You were Canadian, but you grew up in Manchester with your parents, playing in the City Academy before playing professionally for them until your move to London. Because of this, you knew Jessie and Ashleigh well. You grew up playing alongside Jessie at the National Camps, debuting for the Senior team in the same year. Winning the Olympics was a dream come true, especially with girls you have known since you were little.
Manchester City was a dream worth chasing. You were friends with Lauren Hemp, Ella Toone — before and during her move to United — and all the rest. When you found Chelsea interested in you, it was undeniably difficult to say no. While you had grown up in the North, the move down was something that ignited a certain thrill within you.
You met Niamh at your first training session. Jessie had been partnered with you for drills, and you were in the middle of introducing yourself to Guro when the brunette came barrelling in. Her flyaways were barren across her face, cheeks nipped red from the cold weather. Her hands stuffed in her pockets, she nearly tripped you to the ground at the speed at which she ran towards you. You had known her from previous matches against her, both for Canada and City, but something about being on the same team with her felt distinct. Sure, you had admired her beforehand, but it was different now.
“Jeez, Charles, give her some room, will you?” Guro scoffed, playfully pushing the girl back a bit. You watched as she nipped the inside of her cheek, looking at you so intently that you struggled to keep eye contact.
Niamh held out her hand, grabbing yours and shaking it. You could hear Jessie giggling from behind you. “My name’s Niamh.” She announced, continuing to shake your hand. “I’m Niamh.”
Her nervous state was apparent, and Guro was in a fit of laughter at the interaction she was watching.
“Hi, nice to meet you.” You replied, hoping your dismissal of her apprehension would cool the flames in both your cheeks. “I’m Y/N.”
“Nice to meet you.” She gulped, obviously baffled at what to say.
You couldn't help but smile, nodding. “Erm, yes, you too.”
“Fuck, let go of her hand, Charles, you're ‘gonna tear it off.” A voice called from behind. You turned to find the Australian Captain trampling over, slinging a welcoming arm over your shoulder. Her laid-back persona made it easier for introductions. Unlike Niamh, who was a worrying mess in front of you.
“Right, sorry.” The English woman muttered, tearing her hand away and shoving right back in her pocket. Her cheeks seared with an even deeper embarrassment, and you shook off the motion with a tight-lipped smile.
“You’re alright, really.” You smiled, hoping the reassurance consolidated the girl.
It must've, since Niamh gave you a wide smile back, shuffling by your side ever since.
All of the Chelsea girls were lovely. You had no problem fitting into the Grove there. After a few weeks of making scare appearances as a super sub, you became a regular starter for the Blues. Your presence on the field was noticeable, and fans reeled at how you brought more opportunities down the field and into the back of the net.
“Would you be able to give this to Niamh for me, please?” One fan said after a game, handing two matching friendship bracelets with your names on one of them each. Erin was beside you, signing off the posters, when she caught a glimpse of them. Without a second thought, she waved over Niamh, who wasted no time in sprinting towards you.
“Hello.” She spoke, trying hard to discreetly slip her arm around your waist. You leaned into her side, showing her the two bracelets.
“Look how cute.” You smiled, ignoring the way some fans had started recording. You slipped a hand into Niamh’s jacket pocket, holding out the present with your other hand.
Niamh picked up the one with your name on it, slipping it on her wrist and displaying it to the little girl who had made it. “Very cute. I wish we could wear them during games.”
Subconsciously, you put yours (Niamh’s) one on too. The two of you were pretty much hugging at this point. The wind had sent chills through you, your kit doing little to warm you up.
The two of you took a photo with the fan before calling it a day and trudging off back to the changing rooms. You shivered as the wind picked up, holding your arms over your chest tightly as you tried to fight the cold.
Without much thought, Niamh shrugged off her jacket, hauling it around your figure and zipping it up for you.
When you got back to your apartment, engulfing the comfort of your bed after a hard-fought game, you opened up your phone to find hundreds of people tagging your account. You managed to click on the video, smiling to yourself at the sight of you and Niamh huddled together, talking to the little girl with bracelets adorned on your wrists. You clicked on another image, this time a photo, of you blanketed in Niamh’s jumper, your arm wrapped around her waist with one of her’s around your shoulder. The photo was everywhere on social media, including the Chelsea Account. 
After a couple more months, you ended up extending your contract until the end of 2027 by Christmas. You loved it there. Your friendship with the team had grown all the more closer. You felt a sense of home and solidarity that you had never felt before.
Your relationship with the team was selfless. Jessie and you had never been closer. Sam and Millie had taken you under their wing, calling you the baby of the group, since you were the shortest between you, them, Guro, Niamh, Erin, and Jessie. Fans had taken a ripe liking to you all over social media. But not just you by yourself, but with a certain brunette in your wake.
You and Niamh had grown very close over the time you spent in London. She wasn't as shy as she made herself out to be when you first met. She was cunning, confident, funny, and easy to be around in any environment. All of your teammates teased the living daylights out of the two of you, especially Niamh, who didn't waste a second in making sure you were always okay.
She would check on you when you went quiet. She always ran to you for partner work during drills, after goals, and when the full-time whistle would blow. The two of you had a habit of huddling together in any setting, holding each other’s hands or waist, cuddling their side or touching you in some way.
Everything you did with each other was full of love and adoration. It was only you two that didn't see your friendship blossom into a relationship. You weren't daft, you knew the speculations surrounding what the two of you were. There was no denying the physical acclimation you had around each other. Hell, Sam sent at least two memes a day about how whenever you were seen together, you were always touching each other.
Over Christmas, Niamh asked you out. She was a nervous wreck, which reminded you all too well of when you first met her. It was after a game, in the changing rooms. She had been given a bouquet of flowers by a group of fans, who told her to ask you out with them. She was reluctant, not only because she didn't want you to feel uncomfortable or pressured by the media to say yes, but the mere fact of ruining the relationship you already had with each other made her hesitant enough.
Of course, you said yes. It was a no-brainer, and after a few more dates you were officially together. It wasn't any more public than before. Only your close friends knew, but the public was already quite content with the PDA you already showed each other before you were dating. The only thing they needed was confirmation, but Niamh and you were happy to keep in vague.
After you said yes, the two of you became inseparable, both on and off the pitch. Niamh ended up extending her contract as well, and the chemistry you built made for an unstoppable case on the field. By the time the season came back after the break, you had moved in together. The happiness both of you felt was indescribable.
Today, Chelsea was up against Manchester United, your old rival team. Ella Toone was one of your childhood friends and was who you were marking. Not only was ManU a competitive, difficult team, but it was a team you were familiar with. They were always pushing in the midfield and up against the forwards. Their chances during set pieces were worrying to any defensive back line. With the combination of Mary Earps and a sophisticated midfield variation, you knew that you were in for a ride.
When Sam did her ACL, people started to underestimate Chelsea’s shot at winning the league. Everyone was starting to wonder whether the Blues were even contestable for the semis. After a poor attempt last week against West Ham for the FA Cup, you were adamant about proving yourself to the people who were doubting your ability to win. You were a midfielder, and while you had masterclasses in the centre field, your stats didn't excel in goals. You had many assists, but never many goals.
You were tying your laces when you felt your girlfriend's arms curl around your waist. You were leaning against your cubby, back facing Niamh. You were slightly bent as your finished the knot in your shoe, feeling the women behind you grasp your hips with a slight squeeze.
“You ready to smash it today, baby?” She muttered, her lips shadowing your ear, sending shivers down your body. You held composure well enough, straightening up and letting her wrap her arms over your abdomen.
“Mh, bit nervous, but yeah.” You replied, relishing Niamh’s pattern of breath. “How ‘bout you?”
Niamh pulled your body to face in front of her, your back now flushed against the wall. You managed to make eye contact with her dilated pupils, feeling one of her hands make their to the back of your neck.
Before she spoke, your eyes filtered down to the fabric that wrapped around her arm, the word ‘Captain’ sprawled across the armband. Niamh watched the way your eyes widened, and how you bit your bottom lip at the sight. Niamh smirked in response, pressing her front into yours so that most of your body was hidden to the rest of the room.
“What's the matter, baby?” She gloated, rubbing a hand up your side. Your cheeks flushed when she refused to break eye contact, holding tranquillity at the sight of your girlfriend as captain. It was a sight you weren't used to, but it was something you couldn't get enough of.
“Nothing. I'm— we should go line up in the tunnel.” Your breath hitched. Niamh was staring down at you while groping your waist.
Neither of you said anything until you were out on the field. You could hear the crowd cheering in anticipation. You shook your opponents’ hands aimlessly, your mind sauntering on the previous sight of your girlfriend.
“Earth to Y/N, hello?” Jessie’s voice snapped you out of your trance. She must've watched you wander to your position in a haze, since she was smirking knowingly at your flushed cheeks. Erin came up behind the two of you, laughing when she caught a glimpse of your state.
“She looks like she's already played the ninety minutes.” The Scottish woman quipped, bringing her hands up to play with your cheeks. You pushed her off playfully, gushing at the ground. “Shut up, you two.”
“God, if this is your reaction to Niamh in an armband, I wonder what Niamh would do if she saw you.”
“Go away, you pricks.” You snapped, flanking them away with your hands, trying to cool your cheeks before the game.
After the team photo, you ran back to your position, jumping up and down as the whistle blew.
The game was inevitably tough, but something had ignited inside of you at the sight of your girlfriend. As embarrassing as it was to admit, you were running up and down the pitch with the one endeavour to make your girlfriend watch you.
Chelsea was controlling the game for the most part, and it didn't take long for Guro to find you inside the box.
The crowd erupted in cheers, your teammates sprinting over to where you stood starstruck. This was one of the scarce amount of goals you had scored that season.
As you were making your way back to the middle, you felt a familiar figure creep up behind you with her hands soothing the tension in your shoulders.
“Making me so proud today, aren't you, baby?” Niamh whispered, running back to her spot in defence before you could reply.
The first half ended as quickly as it started. United had sent a flyer into the back of the net just before the whistle blew. You avoided Niamh like the plague in the changing rooms, knowing you would cave to her touch as soon as she laid hands on you. In any other circumstance, it was you who would tease, but it always ended with Niamh taking over. The two of you were strict in keeping your private life and career separate, but no one seemed to mind your change of game when Niamh was Captain.
You were having an absolute masterclass of a game by the sixtieth minute, scoring your second goal on seven minutes in. Chelsea was now up two-one, and Man U were starting to bring on subs after a close set piece that almost led to a goal.
You made a break down the wing after Lauren sent a cross-over to the field. You sprinted down the line, trying to find a way into the middle. United were tight in keeping you out, and by the time you had made it down the line, attempting to pass it to one of your teammates, you felt a pair of boots collide with your own, sending you face-first fo the floor.
The ball was long forgotten by the ref, who blew the whistle immediately, medics were sent over. While your muscles started to strain at the energy of the game, you didn't feel instantaneous pain from the fall.
You were rolling onto your back, wincing as you got up, when you first heard your girlfriend’s voice boom over the hustle of the crowd.
“Are you alright there, Zelem?!” She scoffed. You watched a smug Katie Zelem trampling off from where you sat. She didn't look like she meant the tackle, but the heat of the game left her feeling less apologetic than usual.
“Oh, let it go, Charles.” Zelem clapped back, walking towards Ella and Millie, who were tense at the sight of Niamh’s uncommon anger. “She's fine.”
“I don't think you understand.” Niamh marched towards her, grabbing the girl’s jersey, and forcing Katie to face her. “You get the fuck off her and the rest of my players. Don't be salty cause we’re winning.”
Katie rolled her eyes at that. “Don't be salty cause your girlfriend can't handle a tackle.”
Erin and Jessie were surrounding Niamh moments later, dragging her away from the United mob and towards you.
The medics have already cleared you to keep playing, and you were already up and ready to go by the time your girlfriends grabbed your hand.
“Are you sure you're okay?” She asked, taking in your flustered appearance. What she didn't know was that you were overwhelmed at the way Niamh looked just then, not by the absolute mouthful of grass you just inhaled.
You could only muster a nod, squeezing your girlfriend’s hand once before slipping away from her touch. You were now hungry for not only Niamh but that third goal. You wanted to prove yourself to everyone that you could do it.
And so you did.
It was a Chelsea corner, and you made the run from outside the box near the open post, where no one had thought to mark. You jumped as high as you could, feeling the ball hit your head in the right direction. You fell to the ground before you knew where the ball was going, letting the movement and relief of the crowd pull you to your feet. You ran to the corner of the field, taking in the shouts and cheers of the crowd and letting your teammates engulf you from behind. The weight of everyone sent you down as more and more girls piled on top of you.
This was your first hat trick ever at Chelsea, and you were relishing the feeling of the euphoria for the rest of the game.
When the final whistle blew, you nearly collapsed from exhaustion. Everything you wanted to go right in the game went right. You were reeling at the win, looking across the field for a particular someone.
“Guess I know what to do to make you score some goals.” Niamh chuckled, grabbing your waist and lifting you into a spinning hug. You gripped onto her and giggled, letting her twirl you around.
“Thanks, Niamhy.” You smiled, gazing up at your girlfriend’s proud eyes. “You looked so good today, baby.”
“You think so?” She asked, though both of you knew she was just egging you on.
“Mhm. Looked so good.”
“You always look good, my stargirl.” The taller girl grinned, looking down at you slyly. Her lips met your ear, her voice sending chills down your spine. “But I guess I’ll need to reward you for doing so well. Show you how good you were for me.”
You didn't get to respond, feeling Jessie pull you away with the Player of the Match trophy shoved into your chest.
You knew you’d see her soon… you were looking forward to it.
niamhcharles
niamhcharles — she scores more when I am Captain.
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samanthakerr — yeah the girls 🙌🏼
*liked by yourusername, niamhcharles
User8 — they will never beat the dating allegations
^ user10 — at this point they are embracing it
guroreiten — she always score goals, Charles 🙄
^ niamhcharles — READ THE CAPTION
^ guroreiten — I DID
^ niamhcharles — i said she scores “more” goals
^ guroreiten — oh, okay.
^ user1 — LMAO
yourusername — always complimenting me 😍
^ erincuthburt — too much apparently… as if she didn't do it enough in the Change Rooms
^ niamhcharles — i did it more when we got home
^ erincuthburt — youre blocked.
User22 — they are so pookie together
^ user76 — omg yes
jflem_ — that armband ignited something within her
^ yourusername — EXCUSE ME?????
^ user2 — LMAO JESSIE
^ user3 — don't expose her like that 💀
^ yourusername — Ikr 😖
erincuthburt — Niamh needs to be in that armband more often 😂
^ yourusername — maybe I just had a good game?!?!
^ erincuthburt — we all have our superstitions
^ user6 — LMAO ERIN IM CRYING
User78 — If you look closely I’m jumping off the bridge
^ user90 — mood.
User67 — okay but when Niamh protected Y/N at the Man U game!? 😋😋😋 wishing I was Y/N right now.
laurenhemp — where were those hat tricks at City, Y/N???
^ yourusername — you stole them all
yourusername — can a girl just score a hat-trick because shes good? 😖😖😖
^ niamhcharles — you did it all by yourself 🫶🏼
^ yoursusername — thx niamhy 🥰
^ guroreiten — suck up
^ samanthakerr — suck up
^ milliebright — suck up
^ niamhcharles — a proud suck up x
^ jflem_ — 🤢
^ niamhcharles — ok bye.
user7 — THIS IS SO CUTE BYE
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bestfriends sister j.f x r
plot: After one huge Chelsea win Sam's sister doesn't wake up in her room, months later she does the same thing, but she doesn't know if she want's that to be a daily occurrence.
warning: mentions of smut, alcohol, drinking, reader is Sam Kerr's younger sister. Time line doesn't add up but live the fantasy this is LONG
You jumped up and down next to Kristie when the last seconds played out "Holy fuck!" you screamed, your Aussie accent clear to anybody near you.
"Go Sam!" Kristie called out for her girlfriend as you both clapped, the Australian looked your way, she had happy tears in her eyes and her smile was as big as you've ever seen.
You were quickly allowed to go down to the ground and both of you ran up the tunnel. You were running so quickly that you ran into someone.
"oh my god I am so sorry," A Canadian voice told you as you nodded "No you're fine I wasn't looking" you laughed with blushed cheeks.
You knew Jessie, she was on your sisters team but you weren't sure if she knew you, your socials were private and Sam only posted the family every now and then.
This is the first time you would be physically meeting the team.
"y/n you coming!" Kristie yelled out and you and Jessie looked at her "Go see her!" you yelled out and turned to Jessie "They'll probably be on top of each other and I'll be ignored if we go out there together" you laughed and Jessie looked you up and down "You know Sam?" she asked.
"Yeah she's my sister" you smiled and Jessie looked down embarrassed "I should've known that" she said "now I seem like a bad friend" you laughed.
How could I forget a face like hers, Jessie thought.
"Don't worry I'm on a spontaneous trip and decided to come to London" you shrugged and she smiled. You both turned your heads to more Chelsea players running behind you or calling out to Jessie.
"I should go"
"I should go"
You both spoke at the same time before laughing.
Jessie was very pretty you thought even when all hot and sweaty.
You were about to offer to walk together but your name was screamed so loudly.
It was Sam who saw you at the start of the tunnel. Your sister whom you hadn't seen in about a year "Sam!" you yelled back before running to her and giving her a big hug "Congratulations!" you yelled before she dropped you "We won the super league!" she yelled as if she finally had realized what happened "yes you did" you told her.
She looked like a child who had just gotten a puppy "Are you going to celebrate with us?" she asked and you nodded "fuck it, sure" you told her and she cheered again.
You were interrupted by an excited Millie Bright "Y/N KERR NO WAY!"
You left Sam's house in a rush she had offered for you to stay in her guest room, but you had taken a nap and completely forgot what time you had to be at the event to celebrate Chelsea's win so now here you were quickly gathering your purse and downing a shot of vodka for confidence.
You grabbed an Uber and were dropped off at the bar. All you saw was blue before you saw your sister and Kristie talking at the bar "You really took painting the town blue too seriously didn't you?" you joked before your sister laughed very drunkenly.
You and Kristie looked at each other with your brows shot up "Here maybe give y/n your next shot?" Kristie asked "Give her two she's not a lightweight" Sam said as she gave you two shots which you downed "You Australians" Kristie muttered under her breath before you went off to Millie who you did know.
"Millzy" you sang out as the girl gave you a hug "y/n/n" she laughed "how many shots have you had?" she asked "Three" you counted "how long have you been here?" she asked again, teasing you "like five minutes" you said and you both laughed "Everyones drinking until their livers die" Millie said before you both went off to see others.
Millie wasn't kidding almost every team mate you met were certainly not going to remember you the next day.
"Y/n I didn't know if you would be coming," Jessie said when we reached her "I suppose it could be fun," you said as Millie left to go save a tipsy Lauren James from posting a drunk video on Instagram.
"You wanna go get a drink?" you asked and she nodded and followed you along "how long are you in London for?" she asked "not that long I'm leaving in three days to go back home for my job" you explained as you reached the bar and asked for two drinks
"What's your job?" Jessie asked "I'm a writer but for sports, Sam may have got the muscles for sport but I got the brains" you joked and you both laughed.
When you grabbed the drinks from the bartender you tried to ignore the stare that Jessie had on your body. You wore a black dress that shaped your body.
When you turned to her with a smirk she knew she had been caught "Do you like what you see Jessie?" you said as she blushed "Sorry you just look hot- beautiful!" she cut herself off "I meant to say beautiful" she clarified as you nodded your head and took a sip out of your drink.
"You look pretty hot too" you flirted and Jessie blushed trying not to make eye contact with you.
It was clear from then on that you both found each other attractive and your sister Sam was too drunk to even notice whenever she saw the two of you being touchy.
Kristie did though.
"Are you coming home with us tonight?" she asked you as you went to the toilet, you looked back at Jessie who was buying you two more drinks, and shrugged "I'm not sure" you slurred, your alcohol now taking control over you.
You in fact did not go home with them.
Instead, you were in an apartment with Jessie's fingers entangled in your hair as you made out next to her apartment door, it didn't take long until your mouths were on each other.
Your glances to each other throughout the whole night had you craving for her and apparently you had the same effect on her
You had Jessie pinned to the wall as you both fought for domination of the kiss, Jessie tugged on your hair and you moaned letting her have access to explore your mouth.
She took her hands out of your hair and grabbed your waist and pushed you off of her and grabbed your hand as she lead you somewhere "bedroom" was all she said before you felt her mouth on you again.
When you woke up the next morning your head hurt like crazy but when you went to move you found yourself trapped under a beautiful half naked woman.
Jessie.
Your sisters teammate you realized
She was already awake and looking up at you. "Does your head hurt just as much as mine?" she asked groggily and you smirked "I don't know I don't remember you complaining" you said and Jessie rolled her eyes playfully "So you don't regret last night?" she asked "no" you replied "do you?"
"no" she smiled "but I am scared of your sister," she said before moving up closer to you "She doesn't have to know," you told her as you looked down at her lips "So you're only here for three more days?" she asked also looking at your lips "three more days that I can spend with you" you declared before she put her lips on yours again.
That was one year ago and now you were watching your sister play in the World cup since it was hosted in Australia. You had watched her play Ireland and now Canada. When the teams lined up you smiled at your sister who had the captains arm band strapped around her arm.
You let your eyes scan over to Canada's team which you promised yourself you wouldn't but the curiosity of seeing Jessie again took over you.
You remember those three days in London very well, whether you spent them at Sams or with Jessie. You didn't just sleep with Jessie for 70 hours straight though you wished you could. She took you out to see more of London, though your sister didn't know anything about this.
Then you got the job offer to write about women's football in England which you almost agreed to on the spot, you fell in love with London when you went and when you told your sister she couldn't have been more happier to have family with her in London.
You saw Jessie running drills with her team before the game started and you looked at her with a smile, she was searching the crowd, was she looking for you? You didn't know.
You jumped up and down with your family as Australia scored another goal unfortunately kicking Canada out of the race. Your cheers quickly stopped as you saw Jessie on the field she played amazing, it just wasn't in her teams favor.
You excused yourself and made your way into the tunnels, showing security your ID and pass to go see the players, you usually would only use it to see Sam but you wanted to see if Jessie was okay, you wanted her to know that someone wasn't disappointed at her.
You caught her after an interview, she had tears in her eyes and she was wiping her face. You stepped towards her "Hey" you softly muttered and she turned to you "oh" she said in shock "hey I should've expected to see you here" she said with a small smile "well it was nice to see my country win but you were definitely putting on the pressure" you told her with a smile
"Yeah but the score-" "Score doesn't mean anything" you finished her sentence for her "You played amazing honestly, I've been researching more on soccer and watching some games and you're really good Jess"
The nickname rolled off your tongue "Well it was nice to see you again" Jessie smiled, still wiping off tears from her face but now they were from your compliment "You should probably go celebrate with Sam" she said
"I have all the time in the world to celebrate with Sam, do you want me to wait out the back?" you asked "You need someone to help you know how good you were out there," you told her with a soft smirk which she blushed at "okay" she said and you nodded "see you out there".
When she walked out she still looked defeated but you heald out a pack of Tim Tams that you had bought for the game but didn't eat.
"A piece offering?" she laughed to herself as she grabbed it off you "I know technically being Australian makes me the enemy but I am also the best at making people feel better about themselves.
When she drove you back to her hotel room you both sat at her mini bar kitchen and ate tim tams. "Did you ever tell Sam?" you asked and she crossed her head "I haven't been able to look her straight in the eye without looking like I'm hiding something" she smiled "have you?" she asked "Well you're alive and standing so no"
You didn't need any drinks this time for you two to end up in Jessie's bed, you two were just lying in it with your hands playing with Jessie's strands of hair.
Jessie looked up to you "thankyou" she told you and you smiled at her "Well I'll be seeing you more often so I thought I should be more nice to you" you smiled and she turned her body to yours "what do you mean?" she asked "I'm moving to London for work, writing for the wsl" you smiled "really?"
"yeah do you want me to write well about you even if you play shit" you joked and she moved closer to you "what would I need to do for you to write well about me?" she asked as she stroked your cheek.
"I can be persuaded"
Her lips were on yours shortly after that but it was softer Jessie had your hands in hers as you straddled her lap.
Jessie pulled away "wait" "yeah" you breathed out as your faces were still so close "does this mean I can take you out on a date in London?"
You sat up "You want to take me on a date?" you asked and she nodded "What about Sam?" you asked and Jessie smirked
"Like you said she doesn't have to know"
You reattached your lips to hers and once again in the morning, you woke up in a bed that wasn't yours.
Now a couple months later you and Jessie have kept in contact, you gave her your number after the World Cup. You started living at Sam's until you found a place of your own.
You were grabbing the keys to your work car when Sam came out of her room "where are you going?" she asked
a date with your teammate
no, well specifically your tenth date with her teammate.
"out with a friend I met last time I was here," you said "Well you look like you dressed for a date" she pointed out "Can't a girl have some attention" you joked and Sam rolled her eyes "Not if I don't have approval first" Sam defended and you rolled your eyes
"Last three girlfriends I've had you scared them off"
"That was the test and they didn't pass it"
It grew harder and harder for you and Jessie to tell Sam you were 'dating' because every time you were close to telling her she would grow overprotective and you could imagine Jessie's head on a chopping board with your sister holding a knife ready to chop down.
"Well it's not a date" you told your sister who nodded "Well I'm going out for a team bonding tonight so please don't bring anyone home, you are not allowed to have sex in this house"
"I am four years younger than you I am twenty six" you said and she grabbed her keys "don't care" she sang out as she left the house.
Jessie told you about how she had to lie about getting sick with a 'stomach bug' this morning so she could miss out on team bonding.
So instead you picked her up at her house and drove to a nice restaurant "I love that dress on you" Jessie complimented as she held out a seat for you "and I love when you compliment me" you smiled as she sat down "such a fancy place" you said as you looked around "yeah I uhm thought we could do something a bit formal" she said with a blush "I love it".
It wasn't until the date was over and you and Jessie were walking along the block near the restaurant that you could feel Jessie slow down. You laughed thinking she had tripped but when you turned around she was still "Jess-" "be my girlfriend?"
"what?" you asked at her suddenness "be my girlfriend you practically already are," she said and you smiled and kissed her "of course I'll be your girlfriend," you told her and you kissed her again.
On the way to drop Jessie off you had both decided mentally that you were going to be staying over by the way Jessi gripped your thigh whilst you drove.
You had never kissed Jessie so hard "I do love this dress but I would love it better off" Jessie teased and you rolled your eyes "so cheesy" but you did as she said loving the way Jessie immediately attacked your boobs with her mouth.
You both were cuddling on the bed "That was the best sex I've ever had" you said and Jessie smiled with her head in the crook of your neck "Imagine if we ever get engaged" she laughed "I won't be able to walk for a week" you said "I was that good huh?" Jessie asked with a smirk "Don't flatter yourself" and the doorbell went
"must be food I'll get it"
"I love post sex food" your now girlfriend said as she walked into the bathroom. You picked up one of Jessie's oversized training tops and you put your underwear back on.
You did have a 'I just had sex' look on but it was just the post guy so you didn't really care.
When the knocking continued a voice called out
"Jessie you couldn't eat this food so I'm bringing the food to you-"
When you opened the door you did not expect to see your sister on the other side, both your eyes widened and you saw Sam's eyes travel to your shirt, lack of pants and your hair which looked like a birds nest.
"Sam-"
"YOU'RE A DEAD WOMAN FLEMING!"
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𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 — 𝐋𝐁
## lucy bronze x reader!
Hello everyone! I’ve been working on this idea for a little while.. its definitely not my best work but i really liked writing this! Enjoy! Love always- RG! x
part 1 of 2!
read part two here
2,603 words - this part is mostly build-up!
MATURE CONTENT & LANGUAGE WARNING 18+
The final stretch of the last training session before a break was always the worst, ending with all the girls heaving and sweaty as they piled back into the team changing room. It was Friday, and plans for the evening were already being finalised by the time you entered the room and made your way to your usual spot. Tucked away into the corner, happy to sit down and take off your boots before you heard your name hollered from within the fuss of conversation.
"Oi! Y/L/N, drinks at 8. You get no input or choice..." The voice belonged to Mary and was followed by a hound of laughs from around the room. Drinks were never your go-to, much preferring a takeaway and crap tv in the comfort of your own home. The girls knew this, so instead of asking - they would tell. You knew better than to fight it, laughing with them and nodding before throwing the group a sarcastic double thumbs-up as you placed your boots into your kit bag.
"I'll be there, Pre-drinks at Tooney's I'm guessing?" That was always the plan, meet at Ella's and either walk or get an Uber to wherever the group had decided to spend the remainder of the night. Your question was met with a couple 'obviously's and 'you know it's from the girls, who had now dispersed around the room and started packing their belongings away. You were packed up first, as per usual, and were sat chatting as everyone finished changing. Once everyone had grabbed what they needed and conversations were stalling to a halt, everyone made their collective way through the hall and out towards the front of the building. You, Ella and Alessia led the way, arms linked and phones in hand, already discussing the 'dress code' for the evening.
By the time you had finally made it home, battling through the usual city traffic it was nearing 4pm and all plans for an unrushed evening of preparing were out the window - so after dumping your bag in the kitchen you headed straight for the shower.
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The next two hours were spent rushing around your bedroom and flat, drying and styling your hair before applying your usual 'going out' makeup. Next came the clothes and after 6 failed attempts at outfits you had created in your head and two stressed glasses of whatever wine you had in the fridge, you settled on wide-leg jeans and a strapless bodysuit paired with a pair of comfy heels which gave you an extra couple of inches. After packing the essentials into the ridiculously small-seeming bag you had chosen and grabbing a jacket, you were finally ready to head out the door.
The journey to Ella's house wasn't long, 10 minutes at most, and the weather was in your favour - the sun starting to set and a gentle chill creeping through your clothes just as you had arrived at her front door. Holding a bottle of cheap wine close to your side, you rang the bell and waited, soon to be greeted by Alessia and ushered inside - music was already blaring from the kitchen where a few of the girls loitered. Ella grabbed the bottle from your grasp, pouring you a generous glass and placing the remainder into her fridge. "You look fit, mate!" She exclaimed as she turned back to you and passed your drink.
"Oh stop it, look at you Tooney." You said, holding your hand out towards her and feigning a dramatic gasp, you both fell into a burst of soft laughter and moved to join the rest of the group. You said your hello's, exchanging genuine compliments and stationed yourself by the sink, bringing the glass to your lips as the doorbell chimed through the house.
"Fucking hell, Luce! Didn't want to leave the rest of us a chance to pull then?" Ella squealed exasperatedly, throwing her hands up in fake annoyance and stomping back into the kitchen. You straightened up at the mention of the older right-back, taking another sip of your drink as she emerged into the room and said her hello's.
By the time she made it to you, you were sure you could draw her from memory. Watching her closely as she worked her way across the room - you noticed how the white shirt she wore was clinging to her arms and chest in all the right places, tucked neatly into a pair of slack-like trousers which sat loosely around her ankles to reveal a pair of crisp airforce. Before you could react she was in front of you, pulling you in with a gentle hand on the back and a warm smile, giving you a friendly cheek-to-cheek kiss and hug then pulling away and moving back into the centre of the room and retrieving her own drink.
She looked good and she was well aware, which made it so much harder to look away. Having to try your hardest to remind yourself of where you are and who she was. Her glasses sat on the bridge of her nose, with her hair pulled back into her usual bun. You had always found her attractive - how could you not? She looked as if she had been carved by the Gods themselves, with smooth olive skin and muscles that put everyone else to shame.
You had always gotten along well, laughing and joking across the pitch during training. Sometimes meeting her eyes for a moment too long during conversations or humouring the lingering touches when you brushed past each other in social settings. Though nothing had ever come of it, that didn't mean you didn't enjoy the warmth of her hands on the small of your back or the way you seemed to fall into her eyes and stumble on your words when she would catch you off guard and today was no exception. You couldn't help but watch her as she worked the room, engaging in conversations.
When the last of the girls had arrived, the house was buzzing with the type of giddy excitement only alcohol could provide - everyone was a few drinks down now and it wasn't long before you were sat in a taxi heading into town.
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10pm rolled around and the drinks were flowing, empty glasses scattered across the table which a few of the girls sat around. Some were stood at the bar, ordering the next round and a few more occupied a section of the dancefloor. You, however, found yourself perched on a bar stool with a drink in hand, ear forward as Lucy told you a story about one of her former teammates. Trying your hardest to pay attention, but too focused on how close together you were.
You could feel her breath on your ear as she tried to speak over the music that rattled through the room. Her hand was placed just above your knee for leverage as she leaned over you and it was all you could think about. The smell of her perfume flooded your senses, disorientating the logical side of your brain which tried to scream through the cloud of subtle arousal that sat heavy behind your eyes. 'This is so unprofessional!' you were aware and you knew deep down this could ruin you - but the sweet smell of her skin was intoxicating.
Your train of thought was interrupted as your eyes refocused, grounding you back into the moment. Realising she now stood away from your ear, instead looking at you with raised eyebrows and a slight smirk across her lips. shit. caught red-handed. You stiffened when she leaned back towards your ear, "Am I boring you Y/L/N? Did you even hear what I said?" You hadn't. but she wasn't asking, she was taunting.
She watched you struggle for an answer, pure amusement plastered across her face. Putting you out of your misery she leant back in, this time pushing you further into your pit. Lips pressed cautiously against your lobe, "Strike one, darlin'." She muttered and you were sure you could feel her smirk against your ear before she departed entirely and you lost her in the crowd of bodies around you. strikes? what strikes? You wondered silently to yourself, bringing your drink to your lips as your eyes scanned the dark room but she was already gone.
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An hour later you found yourself on the dancefloor surrounded by your friends, who were all individually butchering an Amy Winehouse classic. As the song wrapped up to an end, you were pulled into a loose group hug - maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was just the love you felt in that moment, but you couldn't explain the warmth that coursed through your veins as you looked at your people.
Before long a new song began, a low beat bounced off the walls and wrapped around the bodies on the floor. You didn't know the song but remained with the girls, swaying to the beat and laughing at some of their horrific dance moves. As the song hit the chorus you and Mary gravitated towards each other, dancing and laughing as you stood in front of her and attempted an awful twerk and grind move to the beat with her hands placed firmly on your hips. Both of you played into your roles, spilling your drinks as you did so and adding to the already sticky floor.
It wasn't unusual for the team to dance like this and it was very rarely serious when one of you was pressed back up against another, but today it felt different. One specific set of deep eyes stayed locked on your movements as Lucy watched from the opposite side of the group, tongue rolling along the inside of her teeth when you finally made eye contact from your compromising position. Through the darkness you could see her lips moving; she was talking - or at least mouthing something towards you. You couldn't connect the dots until she lifted her hand in front of her, showing you two fingers. "Two strikes."
What would happen at three? And why were you excited to find out?
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It was nearing 11 now and you stood at the bar, almost too close to a woman you had just met - sipping the fruity drink she had ordered you. Normally you would think twice about talking to someone at a bar, but tonight’s circumstances made it a thrilling game and you couldn’t wait to play. You knew she was watching, feeling her eyes bore into the back of your head but paying little attention while you focused on the task at hand. Lucy was standing a few feet behind you, between Ella and Leah who were trying to talk over the music. Lucy wasn’t interested though, her attention fixed on you and your new friend. Gripping her drink so tight she was sure it might shatter as she watched you lift a sly hand up and rest it on the stranger's shoulder. Lucy couldn’t pinpoint the feeling, internally confused at the sudden jealousy that burned deep in the pits of her stomach. Just as you were starting to think she had lost interest, a body was pressed to the side of you, pushing a wedge between yourself and the woman whose name you couldn’t even remember.
The game was no longer fun when Lucy ushered you around the room to say your goodbyes, excusing you both from the function. A few of the girls started to protest but she was quick to respond with “Y/N’s not feeling 100%, said I’d make sure she got home okay.” And that was enough for them. She held you close as you walked out into the street, whispering a small but steady “Third and final.” as she pulled you into a waiting taxi.
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The pair of you didn't even make it through the front door before she pounced, your key still in the lock when she had you pinned between her frame and the door. Her hands sat heavy on your hips, eyes locked on yours. "God, you've been drivin' me mental all night.." she groaned, scanning your features.
"Do something about it then," You pushed. This was new but unbelievably exciting, you had never seen her like this. Before you could speak again her lips were on yours. Rough and urgent, like she was scared someone would rip you right out of her grip. "Inside," You managed to mumble against her lips, unlocking the door and pulling her inside - not wasting any more time to attach your lips together again.
This time was different, a rage of hunger alight in the depths of your stomach. Your hands sat on the nape of her neck, lacing through the small amount of hair that had fallen from her bun throughout the night. Her hands couldn't settle, exploring your figure and fisting at the fabric that separated skin from skin. Somehow during this you had travelled through the hall and were now fighting through your bedroom door, shoes and jackets kicked off and discarded around the flat - highlighting your erratic path.
Once inside the safety of your bedroom, things seemed to slow. The initial hunger and speed now dimmed into lust. Yearning. She pressed rough but calculated kisses down your jaw, lingering below your ear for a moment before moving across your collarbones. The feeling made you shudder, holding her head in your hands.
She had you stripped in minutes, now pulled tightly against her in your underwear. "Jesus Christ Y/L/N are you trying to kill me here?" She murmured, thumb caressing the lace across your chest, tracing the shapes for a second before her eyes met yours. A moment passed and you were growing impatient, inhaling deeply when the pad of her thumb found your nipple through the thin fabric and circled gently. You could tell she was enjoying this, watching you shift your weight from side to side as she slowly broke you down.
"On the bed." You were quick to obey, laying down in front of her - on display. She made her way towards you, situating herself above you and lifting your legs to bend and sit beside her hips. She kissed you deeply, hands latched onto your thighs. The world seemed to melt away around you and all you could think about was the throbbing between your legs.
"Need you," You managed to croak out, hands pulling at the fabric of her trousers - desperate for some form of friction. She let out a cocky scoff from above you.
"I'm not sure you deserve it, love. Haven't been behaving, have you?" She spoke rhetorically, tutting and raising her hand to toy with your bottom lip. "And only good girls get rewarded.." She added lowly as her hand travelled down from your face, tugging at your bra and moving to take your nipple into her mouth. You let out a small moan when you felt the warmth of her mouth on you, legs constricting around her and your back arching into her touch.
You writhed beneath her as she moved between left and right, her hand now finding its way to your underwear. She had two fingers pressed against your clit through the fabric, letting out a soft hum against you when she felt your arousal through the barrier. "Got you all wet for me, hm?"
"Please," You whimpered, lifting your hips up towards her hand. Desperate for some relief for the ache, eyes glassed over with desire.
"Begging for it already and I'm only just getting started. What a shame.."
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Anyone already on my Masterlist
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MY FAVS MASTERLIST in process…
smut
leah williamson “sharing is caring” of @desperate-gay
leah williamson “new year’s kiss” of @goldenwilliamson
sam kerr and beth england of @kerrslvr
mary earps of @kerrslvr
alessia russo and leah williamson “two idiots in love (with sex)” of @eimids
mary earps “good girl” of @br7ght
leah williamson “keys to success” of @codiemarin
mary earps and millie bright of @br7ght
rachel daly of @br7ght
leah williamson “plus one” of @httplilyyy with some fluff too!
leah williamson of @lets-get-saucy
leah williamson and mapi leon “choque” of @codiemarin
emily sonnett “all you can eat” of @lets-get-saucy
leah williamson and alessia russo part of the game of @summer-princess
rachel daly and millie bright “new experiences” of @zeezelweazel
leah williamson “together at last” of @zeezelweazel
lia walti “dream come true” of @zeezelweazel
lucy bronze and leah williamson “co-host part 4” of @muffinpink02
lucy bronze and alessia russo “like a virgin” of @muffinpink02
leah williamson “you belong to me” of @maxsimagination
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leah williamson “put a ring” of @wileys-russo
leah williamson “mumma williamson” of @inuyashaluver
leah williamson “blossoming” of @prettyforwoso
leah williamson “surprise” of @inuyashaluver
leah williamson “grey hairs” of @sunnyaelia
leah williamson “most ardently” of @inuyashaluver
leah williamson “the beach episode” of @leahswife
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leah williamson of @averagewosoenthusiast
leah williamson of @inuyashaluver
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