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Bumpin' And Grindin' (Ashley Sanchez x Reader)

You knew your teammates had something planned for your 25th birthday, and that something lead to you being blindfolded and tied to a chair, but who dropped down into your lap was someone you didn't expect, and that someone was Ashley Sanchez.

What happened next was something you didn't count on, the mid-fielder becoming aware of the appendage between your legs, something you'd done literally anything and everything to hide.

Now that your secret was out, how would that change the relationship between the two of you?

Disclaimer: This fic contains smut, specifically g!p smut, feel free to skip it if it's not your thing, anyway, I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think! ❤️❤️❤️

You knew your teammates had something planned, it was your 25th birthday after all, and according to them, it was a big deal.

And apparently, the plan led you to being sat in a chair in the middle of the room, blindfolded with your hands tied behind your back.

“Seriously guys, what are you doing?” You ask as you attempt to move, quickly realizing you were trapped considering your hands were tied behind the chair.

Why you’d agreed to allow your teammates to do this, you didn’t know.

“Come on.” You grunt, jerking against your restraints.

“Seriously what’s--

You fall silent as a sensual beat fills the room, the women around you beginning to cheer.

“What’s going on?” You growl, your eyes widening behind your blindfold when you hear someone coming your way.

“Just lean back and relax." You hear Emily Sonnett snicker and your brows furrow.

A second later your breath catches in your throat when your waist is straddled, your hands clenching into fists as whoever it is grinds down into your lap.

The women around you cheer as the person, a woman you suspect, rolls her hips before moving to her feet, the woman rubbing her ass against the front of your pants.

“Goddamn it.” You sigh, your hips arching slightly, thankfully unseen by those around you.

They drop back down into your lap, a soft moan leaving your lips, the hips of the person in your lap stuttering momentarily.

It’s only after that stutter that you realize you’re growing hard, the woman’s core grinding down against the protrusion in your pants.

She swivels her hips, and you whimper, the owner of those hips' breath hitching.

You grimace when the blindfold is removed, revealing a pair of brown orbs belonging to Ashley Sanchez, her lips parted as she breathes heavily.

“Hey! You’re supposed to keep that on!” Trinity chastises her friend, completely unaware of what’s currently going on between the two of you, your member resting against the woman’s core.

Her cheeks flush as she shifts, your breath hitching when she brushes against your hard cock.

“I-I-I don’t feel so good.” You stammer, leaping to your feet when Ashley is out of your lap and you've jerked your hands free.

You glance over your shoulder at the blonde who’s staring at the appendage between your legs, the woman, thankfully, being the only one who notices before you sprint away.

“Jesus, I didn’t think your dancing was THAT bad.” Trinity snorts as she slips an arm around Ashley, the woman staring at the door you’d disappeared behind.

"What was that about?” Kelley asks, turning to the former Washington Spirit player who shakes her head.

“I don’t know.”

In reality, she DID know, it was because there was something between your legs that she hadn’t expected to feel, and something you must’ve been hoping she didn't feel either.

************************************************************************You weren’t sure how long you ran, but eventually, your hotel room door is slamming shut behind you, your heart racing.

She wasn't supposed to find out, no one was, but now here you were, your biggest secret revealed to the one woman you’d rather not know it.

You hadn’t been with the USWNT long, which meant you in no way trusted anyone with the fact that you were intersex, several of your teammates from the NWSL knew, but no one on the USWNT knew and you had hoped to keep it that way.

Unfortunately for you, that was no longer the case, because Ashley Sanchez knew.

You bury your face in your hands, hoping that the blonde hadn’t decided to tell those around her about what she felt when she was straddling you.

You can feel tears slipping down your cheeks as every worst-case scenario runs through your mind.

What if you were kicked off the team?

What if Ashley told someone?

What if the media found out?

You were trembling, outlandish scenarios playing in your mind until a sudden knock pulls you out of your thoughts, your feet moving of their own accord, carrying you towards the door before you tug it open.

You knew opening the door without looking at who it was, was a mistake, especially since Ashley Sanchez was standing before you, the woman’s brown orbs locking with your Y/E/C’s.

“Can I come in?” She asks, her voice barely above a whisper, the nervousness in it making you pause.

You shuffle from foot to foot for a moment before stepping to the side and waving her in, the woman slowly shuffling inside.

You swallow hard, your back turned towards the woman as you look through the open door, tempted to sprint from the room and disappear into the night.

You knew you couldn’t do that, not to your team, and not to the woman sitting on the bed behind you, so with much reluctance, you push the door shut and turn towards her.

Her brown orbs are downcast, staring at her intertwined fingers as she wiggles in her place at the end of the bed.

“H-Hey.” You stutter, slipping your hands into your pockets, unwilling to look her in the eye.

She clears her throat, which leads you to picking up your gaze the woman patting the bed beside her.

Reluctantly, you make your way towards her, staring down at your feet for a moment before you decide to sit down.

You continue staring downwards, your gaze locked on your feet as the bed shifts beside you.

Your breath hitches when a tan hand settles on top of yours, which are intertwined and resting in your lap.

She gives your hands a squeeze.

“It doesn’t change anything.” She whispers and your throat bobs as you turn towards her, tears in your Y/E/C orbs.

“It changes EVERYTHING Ash!” You sniffle, pulling your hand away from hers as you move to your feet.

“No, it doesn’t Y/N.” She says as she too moves to her feet, the blonde approaching you, your back to her as you rest your forehead against the wall.

“It doesn’t change anything between us, I still feel the same way I did about you before I found out.” She says, her hand resting on your upper back.

“You and I both know you’ll never be able to look at me the same way again.” You sniffle, tears slipping down your cheeks.

“I’ll look at you the same way as I've always looked at you.” She whispers, grabbing your wrist and turning you around until your Y/E/C orbs meet hers.

Your breath hitches in your throat when she cups your cheeks, pushing herself up on her tiptoes so her forehead can rest against your own.

“Nothing could ever stop me from looking at you the same way I always have.” She whispers, caressing your tanned skin, your eyes fluttering shut.

A tear streams down your cheek but it doesn’t go far before it’s swiped away by the mid-fielder's thumb.

You shake your head, attempting to steady your breathing.

“What if everyone finds out...?” You ask, the blonde shaking her head.

“They won’t, and if they do, it’ll be when you’re ready.” She smiles softly and you swallow hard.

Silence envelopes the two of you before you find your voice.

“What did you mean?” You ask, nervously, the woman’s brown orbs widening.

“About what?” She asks, her voice soft, barely intelligible.

“How is it that you look at me...?” You ask, your watery Y/E/C orbs darting from her lips to her brown orbs and back.

She takes a deep breath, the woman’s eyes fluttering shut before she leans in, your eyes nearly bulging from your skull when her lips meet yours.

You stay stock still, your lips unmoving as her lips move against yours, the blonde pulling back abruptly.

“I’m so sorry, I thought...”

She gasps softly when you lean in, your lips meeting hers again, though this time, you’re kissing back.

She sighs into the kiss, her fingers tangling in your hair as your lips meet again and again.

It doesn’t take long for the kisses to grow heated, your tongue slithering into the mid-fielder's open mouth, the blonde moaning.

You knew you were getting hard, but you didn’t care, the woman’s kisses intoxicating.

Her breath hitches when you lift her into the air and pin her against a nearby wall, her legs wrapping around your middle.

Ashley’s hands slide up the back of your shirt, her fingers prodding into your back as you kiss hungrily.

She lets out a squeak when you carry her to the bed before placing her gently on its surface and climbing on top of her, reconnecting your lips.

You kiss wildly, moaning into each other's mouths as your tongues tangle, teasing each other.

You stiffen when Ashley’s hips roll, brushing the erect member between your legs, a groan crawling up your throat.

You roll off the blonde in embarrassment, shuffling backwards putting distance between yourself and the woman.

“I-I’m sorry...” You stutter, unable to look at the mid-fielder who slowly shakes her head, crawling up the bed towards you.

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” She smiles, your eyes widening as she starts to shift.

“Ash...?” You watch as the woman slips behind you, her back meeting the headboard before she pulls you back between her spread legs.

“It’s a part of you, Y/N...” She whispers in your ear, gently kissing your jawline.

"And I really, REALLY care about you.” She says her throat bobbing as she eyes you hungrily.

“Every single part of you.” She says softly, kissing your jawline, smiling against the curve of your jaw when you lean back into her.

Ashley licks her lips, her heart hammering in her chest as she gathers the courage to make the next move.

“Including this.” She says, your brows knitting in confusion, that is until her hand settles on the front of your pants, covering your hard member.

“Ash....?” You sigh, whimpering when the woman’s hand shifts, rubbing you gently.

“Y-You don’t have to.” You say, moaning when she puts a bit more pressure behind her touch.

“I’m the reason you’re hard.” She whispers in your ear, giving your ear lobe a gentle nip.

“Now let me take care of you.” She purrs, your Y/E/C orbs watching intently as she palms you through your pants.

She gauges your reaction as her hand starts moving, rubbing the hard appendage between your legs.

You whimper, the sound making Ashley moan in response, a sound that makes you whine.

“Fuck.” You say as her strokes increase in speed, your heels digging into the bed as your hips arch upward.

“Like that?” Ashley asks and you groan, your brows furrowed, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.

“Just like that.” You groan, Ashley’s breath hitching when you grasp her thigh.

The base of your cock begins to pulse, a telltale sign to you that you were already close.

“Mmmm.” You whine, Ashley kissing your neck as you begin to shiver.

“Are you going to come?” She asks and you nod rapidly, the blonde watching as you stiffen, a groan tearing its way up your throat as you shudder.

Ashley watches as the front of the sweats you were wearing darken, your release filling your bottoms as she continues to rub you, aiding you through your orgasm.

“F-F-Fuck.” You croak, twitching as you come down from your high.

Ashley hums, kissing your neck over and over again as you pant heavily, a satisfied smirk stretching across your face.

“God.” You say, turning in Ashley’s hold before your lips tenderly meet hers.

Her arms hanging loosely around your neck as you kiss languidly, the blonde smiling against your lips.

Eventually, you reluctantly part, your forehead resting against hers.

“I-I just wanted you to know...” You start, swallowing hard.

“I REALLY, really care about you too.” You confess, the woman smiling as she surges in, gently kissing your lips.

“Does that mean I get to touch you more often?” She whispers and you chuckle, the woman hugging you to her chest.

“Ye-Yeah, it does, as long as you want to.” You say and she giggles.

“Oh, trust me, I want to.” She says and you hum, kissing her lips again.

“D-Do I get to touch you...?” You ask and she smiles.

“Yeah, but tonight was about you.” She says, kissing your forehead, your cheeks flushing.

“Are you sure?” You ask, the blonde nodding, nonetheless, she whines when you roll out of bed.

“Hey, one of us has come in their pants, and it’s not you.” You jest, wandering to the bathroom before coming back a few minutes later in a crisp pair of boxers and clean pajama pants.

You immediately take your place back between Ashley’s legs, the woman hugging you to her chest, your face buried in the crook of her neck.

The room falls silent for a moment before Ashley giggles.

“I’m really glad our idiot friends talked me into giving you a lap dance.” She confesses and you chuckle, your words slurring as you whisper.

“Me too.” You hum, snuggling closer.

It isn’t long after that, that Ashley realizes you’re asleep, the woman smiling as she turns her head, kissing your forehead.

She simply watches you sleep for a moment, her heart skipping a beat when she realizes the feelings she had for you were returned.

She leans back in, kissing your forehead again, smiling lovingly as you smile in your sleep.

“Happy Birthday, Y/N.” She slurs softly before she too falls asleep, for once, thankful for her teammate's ridiculous and crazy antics, antics that eventually led you to where you were now, a year older and the arms of the girl you were hopelessly in love with wrapped around you.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #ashley sanchez x reader

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I’m sorry but I strongly disagree with you on this Korbin thing. Let me start off that I myself am gay. The outrage and need to harp on this is ridiculous to me. Let them focus on football and winning with this new generation. This is a 20 year old kid who was raised in a conservative family and liked dumb shit on social media. Where is the tolerance, education and love? This is a kid who made a mistake and did this before she was on the team. Who the hell are we to say that someone who has worked their whole life for a sport they love should lose their job? Because they grew up conservative and have different views of a % of the fan base? I mean really get over yourselves, the entitlement to end someone’s career at 20 years old is absolutely crazy to me. Does what this kid tweeted keep you up at night? Not me! Her teammates, coaches, friends and family are who should matter when deciding this. And unless I missed something the tweet she liked about Rapinoe wasn’t about her liking her getting hurt. It was about her making fun how self absorbed Rapinoe is to say God ( who she doesn’t believe in) came to her final game just to injure her!

Imagine being 20 years old and having 50,000 fans boo you and what that would do to anyone’s mental health.

Try having some compassion, patience and empathy. Honestly this seems out of character for your usual post but I don’t know you. To each their own opinion when it comes to this.

I want to watch football and I want the USWNT to be #1 again in the world. I don’t care what any of them identify as for sexuality, religion, politics etc

Social media makes it real easy to forget these are actually people who have real lives.

We all need to be better.

Enjoy your weekend. ✌🏼

Sorry for the delay. I wanted to wait until I had a few minutes to properly reply. There's a lot in your ask so I'm gonna break it down piece by piece to try and address as much as possible and to keep my thoughts organised.

Part 1:

You're entitled to disagree and to express that, no need to apologise. But I don't particularly think I've been harping on or outraged. More like annoyed. If that's ridiculous to you, fair enough and maybe this isn't the right blog for you. The "let's focus on football" I do take issue with. This is the equivalent of "shut up and dribble". I, and many others, partly came to love this team because of their advocacy, willingness to speak on matters off the pitch etc. I dont want to focus just on football and winning. And if 2019 taught us anything its that we/they don't need to solely focus on soccer. This sentiment is giving carli Lloyd (not a compliment).

Part 2:

20 years old is not a kid. It's an adult. And one who has spent time at university, living abroad and with youth national teams. Shes grown up online (with social media and access to different viewpoints etc from a young age). Not a sheltered 15 year old who's never left her county or something.

Where is her tolerance and love? We don't need to tolerate transphobia or homophobia in 2024 in woso which is supposed to be a safe space. I have shown an abundance of tolerance and love for many Christians and yes, Conservatives over the years on this blog. Because they weren't spreading hate and homphobia. There's a difference in having views and spouting hate. And that's where many people are drawing the line. By the way, I would 100% lose my job if I posted that kind of stuff online and it came to the attention of my employer. And I'm not in the spotlight or part of an organisation that has traditionally been outspoken in the areas of equality etc.

I also have not said we should end her career. I dont want her on the USWNT right now (of course if she grows, learns and changes I'm open but judging by the lacklustre apology she's not there yet) but I've never said she can't have a career in soccer or I want to end it. She's also got a career with PSG I have never mentioned anything about.

Part 3:

I'm glad it doesn't bother you. It evidently does bother a large number of people in the community judging by the response to all of this. It's not just about someone tweeting something or whatever. It's about actively going out there to cause hurt to vulnerable communities and some of us don't want the team to stand for that.

It sure seems like her team mates (and players union) have issues with what she did judging by what was shared by USWNT players association and shared by so many players. This isn't just fans she has upset so I don't get your point. It's not just about her friends and family. You can read the Rapinoe thing however you like, the vast vast majority of people understood it to mean she was wishing ill on Pinoe and liking something about her being injured is in very poor taste no matter how you spin it.

Part 4:

Imagine being a trans 14 year old, in a world like our one and finding out that a player you admire was posting this crap about you? Imagine being an LGBTQ+ player who risked so much to fight for equality and such with the USWNT and seeing your jersey go to someone like this who likes crappy memes about you getting injured? By the way, at no point did I boo her? Wasn't even in the country where it happened? Nor did I tell anyone to? So I'm not sure what I did that was so "out of character "?

You're right about one thing though, you don't know me. But one things for sure, I care about more than just winning and being number one in the world. And I do care about that a whole lot, as anyone who has followed me closely for the past 5 years can tell.

And nowhere did I say that I care who identifies a certain way with their sexuality or religion etc. Several of my all time favourite players are Christians (Tobin and Lauren Holiday being two of the most obvious and vocal ones). I've been incredibly supportive of lgbt players (just look up my CP23 and TH or Ash and Ali pre divorce posts) as well as straight ones (Hello Alex Morgan and Syd Leroux).

Part 5:

I fully know these are real people, and I think most fans do to. There are real, vulnerable people reading and seeing what she is spreading too. And she needs to be aware of this, and yes, I think there needs to be consequences to her actions. I truly don't see how or why that means I "need to be better" in this respect and I don't think I need to be told it in a patronising way from someone who is telling me this is this kind of anonymous ask.

#fine ass response if I do say so myself #the oh it doesnt bother me so it shouldnt bother you mentaility is SO stupid #also theres more to life than winning the conduct of the players off the pitch matters just as much #stop trying to tell others how they should feel and act anon

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