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seraphicsentences · 6 days

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hlllo can you pleas do football!ellie ina rush and really needing her sport shirt that reader is wearing, but since reader is so unbothered to change she takes it off right there n it gets ellie thinking if she should even go!!!!!! maybe a little smutty smut ‼️‼️inluv with yur writinggg

hi baby yes i can thank you for the request sweet girl. sorry this took a little while i appreciate your patience. also yes i know i said i was going on a break yesterday and then proceeded to bang out this entire thing, my bipolar ass got bored. enjoy! <3

“BABE?”

“BAAAABE?” ellie calls louder as you hear her stumbling through your shared apartment, clearly in a rush.

“babe, have you seen my-oh there it is,” she swings into the room abruptly, stopping in her tracks when she sees her much needed football jersey, adorned by yours truly.

“hey els, what’s up?” you ask, propping yourself up on the bed, and shooting her a look so sickly sweet, savage starlight comic in hand.

ellie’s existence can be found in all aspects of you at the moment, from the clothes you’ve “borrowed” and your choice of fine literature, to the purpled bruises littering your jaw and collarbone.

ellie can’t help but let her buzzing pre-game thoughts slow at the sight of you, and fester around thinking mine, mine, mine.

“hey pretty girl, i just really need my jersey for practice. do you mind changing, pretty please? i’m late,” she says softly, leaning over the mattress to press a warm kiss against your forehead.

“aw, fine, i’ll just wear nothing then,” you joke, reaching over your head to pull off the top in one swift move, revealing your bare chest with marks to match your neck.

you watch knowingly as ellie quite literally shutters: caught up in the sight of what’s literally a physical manifestation of the guilty pleasure that is her possessiveness.

—and you revel in the power trip that this is. because how is it that mere nakedness, something that’s more you than anything else you could put on your skin, is enough to make ellie fucking williams crumble.

and so all you do is smirk when, without sparing even a glance away, ellie tosses the held-out jersey lazily over one shoulder and leans in to indulge herself with another kiss; this time a proper, messy one on your parted lips.

“on second thought,” she says, in between breaths, before diving down to swirl her tongue around your hardened nipples, greedily sucking and licking at them like your own fucking baby.

you’re nothing but powerless to her hypnotic ministrations, as much of a fool for her as she is for you, letting low moans out freely from the back of your throat.

moving back up to kiss you like she wants to consume your sounds, the aggressiveness of ellie’s actions leave you nowhere to go but fall backwards onto the bed, chest pressing up to brush your pointed nipples lush against ellie’s chest.

“fuck, baby,” she rasps into your mouth, slipping her hand between the two of you to knead at your breast, calloused fingers thumbing over your nipples. she watches in awe as you shudder at the sensation, hooded eyes begging for more.

“fuckin’ tease,” she mumbles with a smile, mouthing over her previously left bruises with a hot, flat-tongued lick. feeling the vibrations on your throat as you laugh at her, she gently nips at your skin, letting out a laugh of her own as she feigns annoyance.

“shut up,” she chuckles, suffocating your laughs with the press of her mouth, continuing to make out with you in the delicious way that it is to make out with her.

ellie pries a knee between your squeezed thighs, nudging it upwards in such kind offerance to your burning heat— to which you take, hips immediately grinding up in desperation.

but just as quickly as it was given to you is it taken away.

ellie sits up with a jolt, mussing with your hair as she replaces her shirt with the jersey hurriedly. she stumbles towards the door with a guilty look in her eyes, pausing only to ramble, “coach is gonna kill me, sorry babe. that’s what you get for being such a tease! i’ll make it up to you, you fuckin’ minx. i love you!" before sprinting out the door, shoelaces undone.

you lay there, frozen and topless with your panties soaked, and you curse ellie out, that little bitch.

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gyudons · 1 year

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let athletes kiss! after, during and before a game. for love. for strategy.

bonus: this classic from r/nba

more from the guardian article on the woso kiss behind the cut

#let them kiss #the energy we need in sport #soccer #football #woso #women’s soccer #nba #basketball #lesbian pride #lesbian #queer #lesbian visibility week #sweden

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mikeysw1fey · 6 months

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penalty shot

request linked here

pairing: jenna ortega x female reader

warnings: none

a/n: i think i’m also gonna start writing for arcane characters (mostly sevika) , lemme know what u guys want :)

Stress doesn’t even begin to cover the amount of anxiety I feel as I stand under the stadium lights readying myself to kick a penalty goal. My team may be up by one but missing this kick could ruin my chances at moving up the league ladder. Plus it doesn’t help that football fans are never lenient when it comes to penalty goals, miss it and your basically the worst player to ever walk the field.

Taking a deep breathe I glance toward the goalie who stands crouched in the middle of the goal side stepping from side to side ready to dive. With a clench of my jaw and a last glance at my team behind me I manage to calm myself as each member nods their head in encouragement. Finally I begin to run towards the ball, grass kicking up in my wake as I lift my right leg and make contact with the ball.

The stadium is silent, watching as the ball flies through the air looking as if it’s going for top bins. My hopes are quickly squashed however as the goalie manages to get a finger to the ball causing it to fly up and over the goal and straight into first row of the crowd.

An ooh echoes around the stadium as my ball smacks a brown haired woman dead in the middle of her face. Her hands immediately flying up to her nose as she winces in pain. “Shit.” I mumble under my breath seeing the woman on the big screen, my cheeks blushing red as I notice how beautiful she happens to be.

“Dude, you just hit Jenna Ortega in the face.” My teammate Sam whispers, her eyes not leaving the big screen either. “Of course I did. I’ll be right back.” I pat her on the back before heading over towards Jenna who dabs at her nose which runs red blood all down her chin.

“Hey, no you can’t leave the field.” The ref sprints in front of me, an arm extended out before me to prevent me from getting any further. “I just need to see if she’s ok.” I plead gently pushing the refs arm.

“Only time your leaving this field before time is up will be for a red card and if u keep behaving how you are it won’t be far away.” The refs eyes narrow before he picks up his whistle and blows it loudly in my ear.

“Get back on the field.” He seethes, a vein popping on his neck. Holding my hands up in surrender I head back to the field glancing over my shoulder to find Jenna already staring at me. I send her an apologetic smile to which she raises her eyebrows with a tiny smile she tried so hard to hide.

Throughout the rest of the match I can’t help but glance over at the brown haired woman who holds a cloth to her nose yet still cheers loudly. Even with the blood running down her chin and the large cloth covering half her face, her beauty still managed to force the blood to rush to my cheeks.

Finally only two minutes remain with the score now tied. The crowd fades into background noise as I slide across the ground successfully tackling a girl from the opposite team causing her to trip over my foot as it hits the ball from between her legs. Her arms extend as she gasps, glaring at the ref as if trying to force him to give me a yellow card.

Luckily the call never comes allowing me to take the ball that rolls down the field and dribble it towards the goals. Defenders come my way pausing my play as I somehow manage to manoeuvre the ball between their legs until it is just me and the goalie once again.

Kicking hard silence falls over the stadium as my ball flies through the air. Only this time the goalie dives the opposite way allowing the back of the net to catch my ball.

The stadium erupts into cheers and applause, my name echoing across the stadium as the buzzer finally sounds ending the match. I find myself surrounded by my team mates, each one wrapping their arms around me and slapping my back in celebration of our victory but I only have eyes for one person at this time.

“Guys, guys hang on I have to do something. One minute.” I force my way out the group and head towards the crowd once again, only this time no ref stops me as I lean against the barricade where Jenna sits.

“I’m so sorry for hitting you.” I apologise instantly, gently biting my lip as she sticks her tongue out to wet her lips. “You made up for it with that last goal.” She shrugs with a small smile. “Plus it’s not broken so.” Jenna pulls the cloth away from her nose for a second as if to show me her button nose is far from damaged. “Yeah still looks perfect to me.” I flirt holding eye contact with the girl who raises an eyebrow. “That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.” She fakes a pout and I let out a laugh before stepping backwards.

“Well then let me make it up to you.” I pull my jersey over my head leaving me in just a sports bra and shorts. “Got a pen? I can sign it for you too.” I chuckle as Jenna not so subtly eyes my stomach before reaching into her back pocket. “How do you even know I go for your team?” She teases watching me with a grin as I roll my eyes.

“Well the cheering and screaming of my name was a large sign.” I retort leaning my jersey against the barricade so I can write on it.

Signing my name and my number onto the jersey I place it in her hand, ignoring the tingling sensation as her finger graze mine. “Don’t sell it or I’ll have to change my number for the third time.” I playfully threaten. “Ooh I might just have to. Call it revenge.” Jenna chuckles before glancing over my shoulder.

“Looks like people are waiting on you. I’ll text you. Maybe.” She grins. I raise an eyebrow. “I’ll be waiting Miss Ortega. And I promise next time I see you there will be no blood noses involved.” I send her a wink before turning around and heading back to the field.

#wlw post #lesbian #fluff #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x female reader #soccer #football

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imanexcellentshot · 3 months

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football player vi x cheerleader caitlyn

#arcane #vi #vi arcane #my art #arcane fanart #caitvi #caitlyn kiramman #cheerleader #football player #au #caitviau #alternate universe #lesbian #piltoversfinest #caitvi art #begginerartist

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womantoday · 1 year

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cjmoreau9-blog:

I have a confession

I love studs. Masculine gals, what have you, I love it. I don't know why, but that is my type.

It's not weird and I'm just tired and making a big deal out of it right?

I'm tired. I can't function. Where ya at

masculine women

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mercurycft · 1 month

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𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 — 𝐆𝐒 . 𝐋𝐖 . 𝐊𝐖

## georgia, leah & keira !!

Hello everyone! I hope you enjoy this! I’ve missed writing over the last crazy weeks, i’m getting through all my messages & requests now! More parts of this to come! Thank you! Love always - RGx

1,786 words.

When Keira and Georgia first met, they were in school. Fifteen and wrapped in blazers that were at the very least a size too big, hanging down by their waists and protruding from their shoulders.

The pair weren’t totally unfamiliar, sharing a group of mutual friends - more specifically, Leah, who would throw their names around in conversations.

Leah had lived five minutes from Georgia practically since they were born. they spent years kicking about on the field outside Georgia’s house, seeing each other through years of school and friendship. That was until year seven found them both in different schools at different ends of the town - but somehow, through the mess of puberty and British secondary school, they never lost touch. instead opting for a weekly kick about on a Tuesday, which usually ended in a mess of laughter. The type of laughter that's silent and pure joyous, the kind that makes you hold your nose and cross your legs. most importantly, it worked.

Leah and Keira however, had met on the third day of year seven. football tryouts, obviously. Leah striking up a conversation about Keira’s boots, and helping her to tie the ridiculously long laces. They both made the team and made an even better pair. Keira, despite her small frame, dominated the mid field. Leah, with her big aspirations and an even bigger mouth, dominated the defence. They would scream across the field, calling to each other after a good pass and swearing under their breaths when the ball came off their feet in an unintended direction. It started at after-school practice, then lunch, then the days seemed to fall into weeks, then into months, then into years until their meeting became a soft memory of them.

It was the final day of school before May half-term, a Friday. It was still warm and light out, the sun still standing her ground as four o’clock rolled around and the final bell rang through the grounds. At the sound, Keira and Leah hurried to shove their belongings and clothes back into their kit bags - disregarding the need to actually remove either of their football kits and instead just slipping their blazer over the top.

The pair still slightly red in the face and breathing deeply as they sifted through the crowd in the common area, weaving through the bodies and towards the gates - arms linked and followed by a small group of other girls who they shared a pitch with.

Georgia’s day had finished earlier, her school day ending in a blur. At lunchtime, her phone buzzed in her blazer pocket. A text from Leah asking Georgia if she wanted to play in a friendly five-a-side match with some of the girls from her team. though she said it in far fewer words, something along the lines of. ‘g!!! five-a-side on the field tonight!! meet me from school, I’ll introduce u to the girls. love u x’ and that was that.

Georgia was already outside the gates by the time the bell rang, headphones in and looking down at her phone. She had her kit on too, beneath her blazer. A backpack slung over her shoulder and hanging low on her back, it was full to the brim - most likely with her uniform scrunched and shoved in amongst the books.

When Leah, Keira and the other football girls had finally managed to break out of the crowd and through the gates - Leah called out and pulled the group in Georgia's direction, spotting the girl standing hunched against the wall. Once she was close enough to be noticed, Georgia removed her headphones and pulled Leah into a side hug and laughed when they collided.

"You're sweaty get off!" She laughed, nudging Leah away playfully and turning her attention to the rest of the girls. "I'm Georgia! it's lovely to meet you!"

Before Keira could reply she was being hugged, smiling at the unexpected contact and letting out a loose laugh as the group errupted into harmonizing laughs when leah called from ahead of them.

"She's a hugger girls!"

They all finished their greetings, exchanging names and 'How are you's before they started to move away from the school. The walk to the field wasn't far at all, maybe 15 minutes and Georgia seemed to fit straight into the crowd. Laughing and joking with everyone, making sure they were all equally included.

After five minutes though, Georgia and Keira had managed to drift away from the other girls. Stood in a two behind the group, laughing and talking about football. they shared their favourite players and discussed matches they had been to, each of them excited at the presence of a new ear to chew off. they shared embarrassing football moments and silly cards they had received. This continued until they had reached their destination, still chatting as they threw their bags onto the grass and began marking their 'goalposts.'

It felt strange to Keira, it had never been easy for her to make new friends. But weirdly, it didn't feel like she was making a new friend in Georgia. Instead, it was as if they had been friends for years.

The match was fun, full of laughter and cheers. By the time they had finished up, the other girls had said their goodbyes and made their way home. leaving Leah, Georgia and Keira alone on the grass. they sat there for a while, laughing and talking until they had to leave. accompanying each other on the walk home, where Keira made sure to take Georgia's number to stay in touch.

They spoke every day.

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Keira had never felt this way about a group of people before, or honestly about anyone at all. She wasn't a sociable child and that wasn't a trait she really ever grew out of - but with Leah and Georgia, her ability (or lack thereof) to make friends seemed to wither away.

The first time they spent the day as just a trio was in the summer. It was hot, with little breeze to put them out of their misery. Sprawled out on a pitch of grass by the stone beach, which was far too hot and crowded to even think about finding a spot. But laying on mismatched towels beside each other and sharing a big bag of doritos was enough for them.

The group stayed like that for hours, laid on their towels and sharing the snacks that Georgia had provided. They laughed until their ribs hurt, and kicked a ball about until they were sure their knees would buckle.

The day was slowly slipping away, the sun now drifting below the horizon and a chill settling into the air. At the now lack of heat, the girls concluded it was time to walk home.

They walked together, sharing a bottle of water and stopping every few yards in fits of laughter. The walk would usually take 15 minutes, but between them, they had managed to extend the walk to 45.

Georgia and Leah decided to walk Keira home first, considering she lived closer and they wouldn't want her to walk even a street's length alone. They escorted her right up to the front door, sharing a hug and a passing kiss on the cheek before saying their final goodbyes.

Keira watched them walk away from her house through the window next to the door, smiling absentmindedly as they faded from view. Watching Leah's ponytail swing as she shook her head, presumably at some stupid comment Georgia had made, Keira couldn't help by stifle a small and breathy laugh from her lips.

"This is it." she thought briefly. these were her people.

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Almost a year later and they were still as close as ever. Spending evenings after school and spare time on the weekends as a trio. whether that be in town, or at each other's houses.

On this day, however, they sat on a small patch of grass behind Georgia's house. All three of them adorned in mismatched football kits their parents had strung together. They sat in silence for a minute or two, heaving for breath as they lay sprawled out after an all too intense round of quickfire penalties.

In this silence Keira lay fidgeting with the blades of grass beside her, twisting them between her fingers and ripping them from the ground. She knew she could tell them anything. They would never judge, just listen. So she was confused as to why an anxious fire began to spread through her stomach, around her limbs and across the back of her neck as she sat up in the grass and turned her body to face the pair head-on.

Georgia was the first to notice the look on Keira's face, raising herself to rest on her elbows with her eyebrows furrowed. "Kei? What's wrong?"

Leah sat up next, removing her arm from across her face and moving to face Keira as well. "You okay?" She whispered softly.

Keira was silent for a few beats, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes before she started speaking. "I need to tell you both something and I don't want you to think of me any differently and I don't want you to not want to talk to me or hang around with me anymore and I just-"

"Keira, woah, slow down." Leah was always logical, but she was also fiercely caring. She placed her hand gently atop of Keira's on the grass. "Slow down, nothing you could ever say will ever make us not want to speak to you!"

"Yeah Kei, never." Georgia iterated, smiling.

"I like girls." She whispered. Looking down at the grass beneath her, avoiding the eyes now fixated on her. It was silent between the group for a minute before Georgia spoke up.

"You're still Keira."

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winguontheweb · 4 months

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the yuri between Ms. Raider and KC is getting TENSE with the playoffs in contention

#wingu #winguthings #las vegas raiders #raiders #fox #kansas city chiefs #wolf #football #furry #anthro #nfl #mascot #lesbian #yuri

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marcsnuffy · 3 months

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I wanted to see fanart of them so I decided to be the change I want to see in the world

#my art #marc snuffy #mick moon #alternative captions:#that one posts abt lesbians who don't play abt their male blorbos is so me #in my mind they're like annoying their teammates and leaving to wherever the fuck bc they're deeply unserious people atp #based on a pic of two football players that reminded me of them

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alex-iwobi · 9 months

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#can’t even enjoy the lesbian version of this sport kys football

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youngexwivesclub · 7 days

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Reneé and friends at a local softball match

#lesbian #lgbtq #renee rapp #reneé rapp #queer #young ex wives #leighton murray #regina george #slocg #mean girls 2024 #silly blonde psycho #sapphic #football #soccer

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yjposting · 4 months

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Yellowjackets if the writers weren't cowards

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets showtime #jackie taylor #shauna shipman #natalie scatorccio #misty quigley #laura lee #taissa turner #van palmer #lottie matthews #football #lesbian #wlw #yj posting #yj spoilers

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st4r1light · 4 months

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- Your camera roll if you were dating Katie McCabe

#wlw #katie mccabe #katie mccard #katie mccabe x reader #katie mccabe x you #lesbian #mccabe #Mccard #mcfoord #arsenal #arsenal wfc #girls in green #irish #irish women football #women football #awfc #awfc x reader #awfc imagine

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yourdailyqueer · 5 months

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Ellie Carpenter

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

DOB: 28 April 2000

Ethnicity: White - Australian

Occupation: Olympic soccer player

Note: Made her debut for the Australia national team at the age of 15, the country's first international soccer player – male or female – to be born in the 21st century. She was also the youngest Australian competitor at the Rio 2016 Olympic Games, and the youngest ever female footballer to compete at the Olympics. She made her W-League debut at age 15. In May 2018, she was the youngest player to appear in an NWSL game in league history at age 18.

#Ellie Carpenter #lesbianism #lgbt #lgbtq #queerness #female #lesbian #2000 #white #australian #olympian #athlete #football #soccer #popular #popular post

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twinflamin · 2 years

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Just Trust Me

Leah Williamson x female reader smut 18+

Summary/Request: Leah gets jealous when another teammate flirts with you when your all on holiday. But back in your villa, you assure her there’s nothing to worry about

Disclaimer: slight angst, smut, fluff

“Marco!” Beth shouted again, her hands covering her eyes as she slowly walked through the water.

You crept up behind her and shouted, “Polo!”. Beth swiftly turned around, reaching her arms out and leaping through the water to catch you. She fell on top of you, diving under the water with her.

You both jumped up above the surface laughing. “I got you! I finally win!” Beth exclaimed.

“Only took you the whole day, think I’m the winner” you proudly boasted. Beth shook her head, with a cheeky grin on her face. “Right I’ve had enough of your bragging” she splashed the water right in the face.

You wipes your eyes, and pulled a joking shocked face. “Oh it’s on Mead” splashing back, both of you giggling as the water fight went on.

Meanwhile, all the other girls were relaxing on the sun beds or next to the mini bar. You and your arsenal teammates had rented a private Villa for the summer in Spain, enjoying the last of your time off before the new football season started.

On a solo sun lounger at the side lay Leah Williamson. Lying in her bikini under a shade, a book in hand and a pair of sunglasses shielding where she was looking. She had been observing you and Beth’s little play around in the pool for a while, it made her jaw clench and her chest to feel tense.

You and Leah had been secretly dating outside of the squad for a few months. With all of the media painting a bright light on Leah, you thought it was best to keep things just between you too, including away from the other girls. But this unfortunately meant she couldn’t treat you like her girlfriend out in the open.

Seeing you giggle away at Beth’s antic’s, and how she would take any advance to lift you up in the water or over her shoulder. It was that physical touch and how she would make you smile that hurt. Dressed in that tiny bikini, how beautiful you looked, she felt lonely on the poolside.

“Woah Y/N watch your bikini there” Beth said, loud enough for Leah to hear who was paying close attention. After Beth had put you back down in the water, your bikini top strap had fallen from your shoulder, showing more of your cleavage as your nipple was nearly exposed. Beth leaned over and dragged the strap back up your arm, then slowly moving her hand down back down, caressing your wet skin.

“Oh thanks Beth, that was a close one” you smiled back innocently, you didn’t see Beth as anything romantic, she was a friend. But Leah’s head was spinning after seeing Beth touch you like that. That was nothing of innocence. Making a point, she threw her book to the stone floor, making a bang and catching the attention of all the girls. It went quiet.

Beth turned in the water to face Leah, still stood very close to you, “you ok Leah?” sounding concerned for her teammate.

Leah huffed, but looking at the two of you, “Yeah I’m just great. You two have fun, I’m going inside, it’s too hot for me out here”. She stood up and walked swiftly into the Villa. All the team looked around, shrugging off Leah's comment and continued with their conversation, too tired or drunk to follow her.

You knew something was wrong, and it wasn’t just the heat. Beth turned back to you to continue talking to you, but you had to do something else.

“I’m just gonna go get a drink, I’ll see you in a bit” you said to her, Beth nodded and smiled. You climbed out of the pool, briefly drying off with your towel and quickly heading to find Leah.

You went up to her room, where her door was shut. You knocked quietly, and Leah opened the door slowly, her brows narrowed and mouth drew thin. You both stood there for a few seconds in silence, not knowing what to say.

“Can I come in?” You politely asked.

“Sure you can” Leah sarcastically said.

You walked inside, where Leah swung the door shut, letting it slam. “Are you ok baby? What happened out there?" you asked in concern.

“What do you mean, nothing happened. You can leave and get back to Beth if you want” Leah spat.

Your face pulled sour at her comment, “What’s that supposed to mean?”.

Leah stormed round to the other side of the bed away from you, “Seemed like you were having a good time with her, I’m just sat bored on my own on holiday with my mates and my girlfriend. No big deal”

“Excuse me? Why are you angry at me because your not having fun?” you huffed back.

“I am having fun”

“then why are you upset?“

“I'm NOT upset!” she shouted. She had never shouted at you like that before.

Leah stormed into her en-suite bathroom, you followed after her, you were not ending this argument like this.

She ran the tap in the sink with cool water and splashing it in her face to cool off. You looked back at her in the mirror, trying to figure her out.

“Your not jealous are you?” You hid your smile. Leah looked up and back at you through the mirror, she pulled a questioning face, “No. I’m not jealous”. She went back to rubbing the cool water on her face and staring down into the sink.

You walked up next to her, and turned the tap off.

“Your jealous, why Leah” you said bluntly, forcing an answer out of her.

Leah tutted, and turned to stand closer to you, her face softened.. “Can you not see what she’s trying to do? She’s not stupid Y/N, and neither are you!” she let out. “When she kept holding your body to hers, and when she was messing with your bikini, it just got on my nerves”.

Leah sat up on the bathroom counter, looking down to the floor, her face still dripping water droplets. Stepping closer, you grabbed a hand towel and softly patted her face. You gently opened her legs a little, so you could stand between them. Putting the towel to the side and holding her face in both your hands, Leah leaned into your touch with a deep sigh.

“You have nothing to be worried about, I don’t want Beth, I only want you. And if she ever tried anything serious, I’d be telling her to fuck off”.

Leah looked up to you, her eyes indicating how embarrassed she was from her doubt. She did trust you, she just didn’t trust other people. And you could see how needy she was feeling.

“You know, I didn’t know you had a jealous side to you” you smirked, moving your hands down from her face to the soft skin of her thighs.

Leah shook her head, “I’m sorry I acted that way I’m-“

“Shhh, I think you should let me make you feel better” you said softly as you parted her thighs a little wider.

You leaned in to her, drawing her lips to yours. You placed soft and velvety kisses to her lips, as Leah's shoulder loosened their tension and gave into you. As you pulled her face closer to yours, Leah hummed at the feeling of you taking control, opening her mouth as you pushed your tongue between her lips. You ran your hands down to her waist, tickling the skin, making Leah's hips start to squirm on the counter.

Leah moved her arms to wrap around your neck, and her long legs naturally wrapped themselves around your waist. Leah audibly moaned a whiney hum into your mouth, making you pull back. You were faced with a very needy Leah, her eyes pulled up to you like a lost puppy, her lips plump and wet.

"So needy, aren't you", you teased, loving seeing your girlfriend all worked up like this.

Leah bit her bottom lip and nodded, her legs and arms still tightly wrapped around you.

"I bet your so wet for me right now baby" you looked as her face pleaded for you to stop the teasing, but you couldn't resist, you were loving this. Your hand fell down in between her legs and met her bikini bottoms covering her core, and gently stroked over the material, which was now warm and wet with her juices.

"Might have to change your bikini baby, you're soaked through" you whispered breathlessly, feeling turned on yourself. The pad of your thumb found her clit as you pushed over the bikini and rubbing in circles, you watched how Leah's face twisted at the sensation.

"Please..."

"What baby?", you needed to hear her say that again, it might've been the sexiest sound you had ever heard. You worked your thumb faster against her, edging her on.

"I said...Please Y/N, please I need more" she moaned out loud. And you answered to her request.

Quickly, you pulled on the sides of the bottoms on her hips as she lifted her legs. You slide them down her legs and threw them behind you to the floor. Pushing her legs open wide, you swiped your finger tips through her dripping folds. Leah immediately gripped onto your shoulders and roughly kissing you. As your fingers began their magic, rubbing deeply on her bundle of nerves and making sure she was as wet as possible, your tongue played around with hers. Occasionally biting and tugging on her bottom lip.

Pulling away, you trailed your kisses down to her neck and across her neck. You rubbed her nipples which were still hidden by the bikini top, and by surprise, Leah promptly lifted the bikini top above her head and let it follow where her bottoms lay on the floor.

"My dirty girl wants even more does she?" you looked up at her, as you kitten licked on her rock hard nipples. Leah could only nod quickly as she bit harshly down on her lip at the feeling. Your girl looked gorgeous as she was sat there naked and bare.

"Oh I'll give you more", leaving her breasts and falling further down, you kneeled on the bathroom floor so you were face to face with her pussy, which was well and truly dripping. A sheen of wetness glistened through her folds and over her clit, it was beautiful.

One lick from her entrance up to her clip, Leah's moan rattled and echoed through the bathroom. She was gripping onto the counter top, legs spread wide and her chest was heavy as she panted. You pushed open mouth kisses against her clit, pulling on it gently with your lips. She was a mess, all that could leave her mouth were uncontrollable moans and gasps, a loss for words and a gorgeous sight for you and you looked up to her face.

Stroking gently, you teased her hole with a single finger, not pushing it fully inside of her just yet. You wanted to hear her beg one more time before making her cum. You continued to dance your tounge over her clit, until you felt two strong hands reach through your hair, tugging on it lightly and trying to push you even further in between her legs.

"Y/N please! Fuck me!" Leah moaned maybe too loudly, as the girls were only outside. But she didn't care, her brain had turned to mush as the only feeling running through her body was the throbbing from her pussy.

You pushed two fingers with ease into her pussy, and began to thrust quickly. You curled you fingers up inside her, nudging that g-spot with each stoke. The sounds from your mouth to her clit where the most sinful noises, turning you both on even more. You sucked and slurped up her juices, she tasted so sweet and tart.

Leah wrapped her legs around your shoulders, locking your head against her pussy. Her orgasm was about to be explosive. But you pushed on one of her thighs, so she could set one of her feet up on the bathroom counter. The new position meant she was so much more stretched out.

As Leah's moans became louder, you worked your fingers even faster. And soon she was finally cumming over your fingers, and even squirted a little as you kept fucking her roughly. You pushed her through her orgasm until her hands were pushing you away from the overstimulation. You licked her up a little, cleaning the last of her wetness that had fallen over her inner thighs.

Standing up, Leah was still panting, her eyes fogged over as she was still coming down from her high. You were smiling at her, loving her little post orgasm glow, and placed a loving kiss to her lips. You both hummed against your lips as Leah tasted herself.

"Feel better?" seeing if your 'making up' had fixed Leah's green-eyed monster of jealously.

She could only smile with rosey cheeks, "Yes I am, I'm sorry again for over reacting-".

"I don't want you to apologise, you've done nothing wrong. I love you and I know you trust me baby" pecking little kisses across her face, making her giggle, "I love you too, and I do trust you" smiling against your cheek.

"Now I think we should get you dressed, can't have any of the other team looking at my girl. Especially like this" you noticed down to her body as she was still naked and pressed against yours.

"That's not jealously I hear is it?" Leah quipped, knowing you are just as protective over her as she is with you.

"No, no, course I'm not jealous. Why would I have to be jealous when I'm the one who's just had my head between your legs for the past 10 minutes hm?".

Leah giggled, kissing you again. She knew only you could do this to her, Make her walls come down and make her fold under your touch. A side no other girls or teammates would be having anytime soon as long as you were around.

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