#sam kerr fanfic

[chaosology]

benched

— Sam Kerr x reader

based off this request, i hope you like it :) masterlist, gimme feedback!!!

warnings: pregnancy? slight injury to reader

“She’s getting so big now,” Sam sighed, “What is it now, an avocado?”

Her fingers traced the swell of your stomach, lightly tapping the beat of whatever song was stuck in her head. You and Sam had gotten incredibly lucky, your first round of IVF being successful and resulting in one of the most beautiful celebrations of your life.

“Sami, they said it’s probably a girl, we can be sure!! What if he’s just sneaky?”

Sam just laughed, rolling over to pull herself out of bed. This game would determine if you made it into the quarter finals of the World Cup, and your entire team had been training rigorously for it. The pregnancy had remained under wraps until just after the first trimester, when Alanna had caught you puking in a bush for the third time that week.

The pregnancy had been a hot topic of discussion among you and the team officials. They weren’t allowed to decide when you would stop playing and take leave, but you and Sam had talked privately to decide that you’d rest when the World Cup ended. The rough nature of the game put you at a level of risk you and Sam weren’t willing to take; and if you were being honest, the break was well deserved. You’d given your all for so long and wanted nothing more than to lay in bed all day, watching Sam play and browsing whatever shit reality shows were currently trending.

The little bump just barely peaked through your jersey, a small reminder of your love always with you. Admittedly, the influx of hormones had knocked your emotions around a bit - much to Sam’s enjoyment. You cried at commercials and got snappy with her over small things like the smell of her coffee, and it was probably the most adorable thing she’d ever witnessed.

The stadium was alive with the thrill of the match. The girls battled fiercely, determination evident in every pass, every tackle, and every movement on the field. Your movements were quick and calculated, darting in between the opposition to pass the ball over to Hayley.

In an instant you were on the floor, too shocked to even comprehend what had happened. The medics were on you in an instant, Sam having let them know before the tournament that you were pregnant and took priority. The pain wasn’t unbearable, radiating down your back to your legs. The other girl that tumbled was checking on you, apologising over and over. It was a genuine mistake, and you didn’t hold any ill will towards her. Half time had just been called, and so the rest of the team had come make sure you were doing alright.

Sam was also by your side, triple checking you were ok. She was stressing beyond belief, not just for you but your baby.

“You need to come off, love.”

“Huh? No, I’m fine. I’m- We’re fine.”

“No, you’re done,” Sam’s voice was firm, laced with concern. “I know we talked about it, but we cant keep taking these risks. The way you went down… It could’ve been bad.”

You were starting to get annoyed now. Hormones were making you more fired up than normal, and you got defensive quick.

“No. No, you can’t tell me what to do. I’m not made of glass-”

"No arguments," Sam's interruption was unwavering, her eyes locking onto yours with determined resolve. She knew you were annoyed, but she wasn’t willing to risk it anymore. She could also pull the Captain card if she wanted.

Your eyes were glazed over with a quick building fury. You were both too strong willed for your own good and it was quickly becoming tense.

“I’m your captain, Y/N. You’re done. I won't let anything happen to you or our baby."

You had only pushed her hand away and walked off, angry tears falling down your cheek as you sat down with a huff. Sam’s palm ran down her face as she sighed. She knew in her heart it was the right decision, but she couldn’t help the sinking feeling in her chest when she saw you cry.

You had spent the rest of the game in a mood, your head resting in your hands as you glared at Sam. You knew it was irrational, you knew she cared - but right now, it was just an overwhelming flood of emotions. The win and cheers that erupted as the penalty kick went through fell on deaf ears as you shrunk in on yourself, now nauseated too. Perhaps the baby was angry too. Fair enough.

Sam’s eyes met yours as she jogged over, leaving the celebration in the centre of the pitch. Still moody, you looked down at the ground and kicked your feet, twirling your wedding ring as you did so.

“I know you’re mad. I’m sorry.” her hushed voice let out. You offered only a scoff in response, becoming more and more engrossed in the ring by the second.

“Hey, look at me”, she reached out, her hand grabbing your chin. “Look at me, Y/N.”

You let her move you like a doll, your chin tilted up as she hovered over you. If you weren’t still trying to be mad, you’d definitely tell her it was hot - time and place, unfortunately.

“I’m sorry I was strict. I’m your captain and your wife, I’m just looking out for you and our girl… I got scared, I’m sorry if it wasn’t what you wanted. But you’re my responsibility on this field, and I’ll make any move possible to stop you from getting hurt.”

You were embarrassed now. All she did was care while you were stubborn and proud.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffled “I was so awful, I didn’t mean it. I know you’re doing what’s best”

“Hey, hey,” her fingers lightly tracing your jawline as your face “don’t say that about yourself. You’re making a person, Y/N. Our baby. Your body’s doing all these crazy things, it’s ok to let it get to you sometimes.”

Your eyes welled up again as she brought you in for a kiss. The stress left your body as you relaxed into her.

She stepped back, pulling you up to meet here eye. “Come celebrate with us, you got us here too.”

You giggled, letting her pull you back to the pitch with a skip in your step. The girls were hugging and crying, yelling all sorts of things at the top of their lungs. You and Sam made your way into the middle of the group, hand in hand with smiles as large as life.

“Don’t think I didn’t hear you call baby a girl, Sam. You owe me fifty if it’s a boy!”

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[delusionalfanficwriter]

illness pt. 2

A few days later, Y/N's friends decided to take matters into their own hands. They were deeply concerned about her health and knew that waiting any longer wasn't an option. Jessie, Kristie, and Sam hatched a plan to trick Y/N into seeing a doctor, despite her reluctance.

"Hey, Y/N," Jessie said one morning, her tone casual, "how about we go grab some coffee today? There's this new café I've been wanting to check out."

Y/N, still under the impression that her friends had respected her wish to avoid the topic, readily agreed. "Sure, sounds great. I could use a good cup of coffee."

Little did Y/N know that the coffee shop was just a cover for their true intention—a doctor's appointment that Kristie had secretly scheduled. They believed that once Y/N was at the clinic, she would be more likely to follow through.

As they arrived at the medical clinic, Y/N's confusion and frustration grew. She had expected a coffee shop, not a doctor's office. Her anger flared as they entered the building.

"What's going on here, Jessie?" Y/N demanded, her voice sharp with irritation.

Jessie exchanged a glance with Kristie and Sam, their determination unwavering. "Y/N, we're just taking a little detour. Trust us, it's for your own good."

Y/N felt a surge of anger rise within her. "This is not what I agreed to! You had no right to do this."

Despite her protests and frustration, Y/N found herself sitting in the doctor's waiting room, her arms crossed and her mood decidedly foul. Her friends had tricked her, and she couldn't believe they would go to such lengths.

The minutes ticked by slowly, and Y/N's anger simmered beneath the surface as she waited for her appointment. She shot occasional glares at her friends, who remained resolute in their decision. They knew that Y/N needed to get checked out, even if she was furious with them in the process.

“Y/N?” A nurse came out before Y/N stood up to follow her.

“No, you guys can stay out here,” Y/N snapped when she saw them wanting to go in with her.

… … … … … … … … … … 

Y/N continued to seethe with frustration and anger as they left the doctor's office, her frustration simmering beneath the surface. Her friends, Jessie, Kristie, and Sam, walked alongside her, trying to offer words of comfort and support, but her mood remained dark.

"I can't believe you all did this," Y/N muttered, her voice tinged with resentment. "I could have handled it on my own."

Jessie reached out, attempting to hold Y/N's hand, but Y/N pulled away, unwilling to accept their gestures of reassurance. She was furious that her friends had tricked her into the appointment.

The ride back home was tense and filled with awkward silence, with Y/N stewing in her anger. When they finally reached their destination, Y/N stormed inside her apartment, slamming the door shut behind her while Jessie, Kristie, and Sam felt the repercussions of their actions.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have done that.” Jessie sighs feeling a tremendous amount of guilt. “We know how much she values trust and honesty and that stunt we pulled wasn’t the right approach.”

“She wouldn’t have gone.” Kristie tries to reason. “It happened before. She refused to seek medical attention during one camp a few years ago despite everyone trying to convince her she needed it. Coach had to give her an ultimatum and it saved her because it turns out she was playing with a broken rib that was centimeters from puncturing her lung. One wrong hit or twist and it would have had terrible circumstances. She’ll refuse doctors until someone forces her.”

“Still feels wrong.”

… … … … … … … … … …

Y/N phone rang a few hours later and when she saw the caller ID, her heart skipped a beat. It was the doctor. She knows better than the doctor's calling after hours. With trembling hands, she answered the call.

As she listened to the doctor's words, her world seemed to spin out of control. Shock, fear, and disbelief washed over her, and she could hardly process the devastating news.

After hanging up the phone, Y/N was in a daze. She needed to clear her head, to escape the suffocating reality that had suddenly encased her. Without a word, she grabbed her shoes and jacket and headed for the door, determined to go for a walk to gather her thoughts.

As Y/N walked past Jessie, Kristie, and Sam, her friends immediately sensed that something was terribly amiss. The weight of their concern bore down on her, but she remained resolute, refusing to acknowledge their inquiries.

"Y/N, is everything okay?" Jessie asked, her voice laced with genuine worry. She exchanged a concerned glance with Kristie and Sam, who were equally perplexed by Y/N's demeanor.

Y/N's steps slowed briefly, a hint of hesitation in her gait, but she quickly pushed it aside. She couldn't bear to let them in, not when her world had just been shattered by the doctor's call. Without a word, she continued to move toward the door.

Kristie reached out, gently placing a hand on Y/N's arm, trying to get her attention. "Y/N, please, talk to us. Something's clearly bothering you."

Y/N jerked her arm away, her emotions boiling over. She couldn't keep up the façade any longer. Her voice trembled as she finally addressed them, her eyes brimming with tears of frustration and despair.

"You want to know what's wrong?" Y/N snapped, her tone bitter and broken. "The doctor called me with the results. You want the answer so bad?!” Y/N paused, “It's cancer. Are you guys happy now?"

Her revelation hung heavily in the air, a crushing weight that sent shockwaves through their hearts. Jessie, Kristie, and Sam were stunned into silence, their expressions shifting from concern to disbelief. None of them had expected such a devastating diagnosis, and they were left grappling with their own guilt and remorse for how they had handled the situation.

Jessie stepped forward, her heart aching for her girlfriend, and she instinctively moved in to offer a comforting hug. But Y/N's reaction was visceral. She pushed Jessie away with a force that surprised them all.

"Y/N…" Jessie began, her voice trembling with concern.

Tears streamed down her face as she lashed out at her friends, her voice filled with bitterness and betrayal. "No, fuck you all for ruining my trust. I need to be alone."

Her words hung heavy in the air, cutting through the tension in the room like a knife. Y/N's anger and pain were palpable, and she felt like her world had crumbled around her.

"Y/N, you shouldn't be alone after that news," Sam spoke up, her voice gentle but firm. She understood Y/N's need for space, but she also recognized the immense weight of the diagnosis and the importance of being there for their friend in her darkest hour.

“I need space. If you have any respect for me and what I need, you will not follow me. Just let me be by myself.” Y/N opens the door to leave before turning back and requesting one more thing. “Don’t tell anyone about this.”

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[greynatomy]

thirst traps

sam kerr x reader

my fyp is literally all women’s soccer thirst videos. (i’m not complaining at all)

let me know what you think!

-grey

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After making your coffee, you move to lay down on your balcony lounger. You woke up way earlier than you usually do, so while your girlfriend is still asleep, you decided to get up and be lazy somewhere else.

You had requested a couple of days off to spend some time with your girlfriend relaxing after the world cup.

To kill some time, you are scrolling on Tiktok, as one does. Your for you page had changed drastically from eating videos and wordles to all things women’s football.

You were so immersed in your phone that you didn’t hear the balcony door slide open or even the seat next to you sinking.

“What are you watching?”

You drop your phone on your face, right on the bridge of your nose.

“Ow! Didn’t somebody ever tell you to not sneak up on a girl like that?” Your voice nasally from holding your nose.

“Shit. I didn’t even mean to sneak up on you. Just gotta be aware of your surroundings.” Sam inspects your nose. “You’re fine. It’s not broken. What were you even watching that got you staring at your phone that hard?”

She goes to grab your phone, but you quickly grabbed it, holding it away from her.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” You try to act normal, you’d cheeks biting red.

“Why won’t you let me see?”

“Why do you even want to see? It’s boring.”

“Well you were pretty focused on it that you didn’t see me walk out here.”

By now, Sam was on top of you, trying to reach for the phone you keep out of her reach. Her weight was fully on top of you, you trying to wiggle out from under her.

“Get off me you shithead.”

“Oi! That’s not very nice of you.”

“I can’t breathe!”

“I’m not even heavy!”

After minutes of wrestling, she finally grabs your phone, running back into the house and locking the sliding glass door behind her.

“Wait! No! Samantha May Kerr! You unlock this door and give me my phone now!” Your voice muffled, pounding on the door.

She unlocks your phone with her face, her face lighting up immediately.

“You’re watching thirst traps of me?” She smirks.

You cover your face, banging your head on the door, completely embarrassed of being caught. San finally unlocks the door letting you in after watching a couple of the videos.

“Is it horrible of me to watch videos of my girlfriend?”

“Of course not. It’s just so cute.”

She wraps you in her arms and presses kisses to your face.

“You loooovee me!”

“Not anymore!”

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[pitchsidestories]

Better latte than never II Sam Kerr x Reader

chelsea women masterlist I word count: 629

You loved the first days in autumn, when the leaves in Hyde Park were bursting in the colours of yellow, red and orange, and you could take your morning walk in the crisp air while your girlfriend was still asleep, covered under several blankets because according to the Australian she was always cold. Excitedly you realized that now was the time to get the cinnamon buns from the bakery which laid just across from the home you shared, the lovely smell coming up everytime you passed that building.

On the other hand, Sam hated autumn, when it’s started to get freezing outside, the early evenings were already dark and the iced coffee she was loving so much was not the right beverage for that time of year. So, your plan was to show her the beautiful things September and the upcoming months had to offer, and you would begin today with getting her a pumpkin spice latte in the café you both loved which was a bit hidden from the highstreets of the big city.

“Good morning, love!”, you called her as you entered your bedroom after your running walk through the park. “Morning…“ Her mumble was muted by the blanket that she had pulled over her face. With the coffee in hand, you sat next to her on your unmade bed side. “I got a surprise for you.“, you smiled, hoping that it would help your girlfriend wake up.

She threw off the blanket and blinked at you with tired eyes. “Is it coffee?“ “Yes.“ Carefully, you held out the hot cup for her to take but instead she just eyed you warily. “That’s not iced.“, she said, more a statement than a complaint. You shrugged innocently, “I know. But it’s getting colder outside so I thought something warm would be much nicer in this weather. Just try it.“ When Sam still didn’t react, you added, “I promise I won’t poison you.“

Finally, your girlfriend sat up in her bed, looking absolutely adorable with pillow marks on the right side of her face. The smile on your face grew wider as she finally took the coffee out of your hands. With a sceptical look, she took a big sip. You watched expectantly as she tried your favourite fall drink. Sam grimaced as soon as she tasted the coffee. “What is that? That’s horrible! Thats’s not even coffee!“

You tried to hide your disappointment and covered it with masked cheerfulness: “Sammy, you should start getting ready for training, you know how much Emma hates players who are running late.” This unlocked another groan from the mouth of the striker as she peeled herself out of the warmth from the bed.

Much to your own surprise aswell as your teammates Guro Reiten, Millie Bright, Erin Cuthbert, Sam came back after your lunch break a few days later with two pumpkin spice lattes in her hands. The Scottish midfielder was the first one to speak up: “Sam, I never saw you with anything else than an iced coffee in your hand!” “Well, I guess unfortunately it’s not the season for that, so I needed to find an alternative. To be fair, I did not like it at first, but it reminds me of my girlfriend and turns out I do like a Pumpkin Spice Latte especially on cold and windy fall days.” With these words she handed you the hot drink, while you were thanking her for it.

Maybe the Australian will never love autumn as much as you but you were always sure of her love for you. And you fell for her like the leaves of the tree did in the exact moment while you both were chatting with your teammates who were also one of your closest friends.

Let us know if you enjoyed this short and sweet oneshot. It's the first part in our ☕ Latte League series. ☕

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[smellss]

Close quarters

Summary: Never has sharing a bed been so difficult

Warning: australian colloquialism/phrases (swearing soz not soz) and unedited uni is killing me :)

A long long night for the Matilda's, a wonderful game, the longest penalty shoot out in World Cup history. Y/n had never felt so proud to be alongside these women. Well most of them anyways, her feelings towards her Captain still remained unsolved.

Never had a single person frustrated her in her whole life, of course she respected her she's Sam Kerr for god sakes she had to. But that arrogance god, it frustrated her to no means.

Her smirk, her flirty winks and that tongue.

Wait what ew not like that

The way she smugly stuck it out after her goals, it made it her feel something.

Yes how exactly did it make me feel.

That's what Y/n was trying to discover using her vodka and soda as an accomplice on her journey. However, it was still World Cup and she couldn't get too crazy, just one celebratory drink.

Sitting with Hailey at the bar they discussed the game at length her other team mates surrounded around the pool table taking turns with one another. A new tactic of cool down their coaches had suggested as a bonding exercise.

Y/n felt a gaze on her from across the room but when she turned they were gone.

"You alright chicky?" Haley brushed her arm, a concerned frown rippling across her forehead. Y/n smiled at the term of endearment vigorously nodding.

"Just tired that's all, I might head up to the rooms" she yawned, finishing the last sip of her drink. However, just as she stood up two hotel staff came into the bar area.

"Ladies we have an unfortunate announcement to make, due to a leak in our pipe system a few of the rooms we had set aside for you have been damaged by water. Not to worry however, all of your belongings were fine" A few groans, moans and sighs were heard around the room.

"Not to worry girls, we have assigned you roommates to share with based off your positions, a bonding exercise if you will" Your coach chuckled slightly.

Perfect I'll be assigned with Hailey

"Arnold and Kennedy" both woman laughed like 13 year olds sharing a room at camp, walking off to their room.

I cannot believe I am getting an assigned room at 27

"L/N, Kerr is coming to join you" Y/n swear she felt her heart fall out of her arse. She looked over at Kerr who had a mischievous glint in her eye, saluting at her coach with that signature cheeky smile.

You both walked out of the room in silence, Hailey giving you a reassuring smile and thumbs up.

I really hope I can fall asleep quickly

Y/n heard a knock on the door she quickly rushed over opening it hastily.

"Hey roomie" Sam slightly slurred obviously not obeying the one celebratory drink rule, she glided past Y/n, taking in her room and belongings. Spending a long time looking at Y/n's photos she'd brought from home.

"Are these your siblings?" Sam half smiled, glazing over the photo she held it up towards the light.

"Yes, my brother and sister" Y/n stated proudly, extremely grateful of her wonderful supportive family.

Y/n noticed a change in Sam's demeanour once she saw the photo of her and Hailey at the season wrap up party last year. Sam's brow now furrowed as she walked away placing her things down.

Finally she turned around and faced Y/n, drinking in her appearance and forming a very large smile.

"Cute pjs L/n" Y/n quickly flushed a bright shade of red completely forgetting she was in her big Chelsea shirt and matching sweats.

"They were a gift actually, besides I don't know if you can be giving me much heat in those" Y/n quickly retaliated eyeing Sam's kangaroo and koala pj set. She gasped placing a hand on her chest pretending to be offended.

"Well I usually sleep in boxers and no shirt but I thought we'd keep it PG for our first sleep over" She winked, Y/n turning a shade of red she didn't even know was possible.

Both girls turned to face the bed, the one king mattress quickly becoming the elephant in the room.

"Ill take the couch" they both said in unison.

"You were on field longer tonight you deserve the rest more" Sam argued to the best of her slightly intoxicated abilities.

"You're team captain and recovering from injury you're taking it" Y/n retaliated

Sam shook her head, "Lets just share we are teammates, its just fucking bed".

She slipped in the bed switching her beside lamp off, a yawn escaping her she closed her eyes. Y/n stood their hesistantly.

"Y/n come on, I don't bite" The girl sighed slowly sliding in to their shared bed, turning off her bedside lamp, with now only having the light glow of Brisbane CBD shining through their windows.

Y/n could feel her heart beating in her ears.

The silence of the room was killing her.

Everything was so still.

It was as if time was frozen.

Why is this affecting me so much God, just go to sleep Y/n

The only source of comfort to Y/n was the feeling of Sam also tossing and turning, until she stopped facing Y/n's back.

"Psst, Y/n are you awake still?" Sam whispered

Both girls turned now facing one another. Sam feeling y/n's breath softly in hale and exhale.

"Yes Kerr what is it?"

"I just wanted to know...how long have you and Russo been together?" Sam hesitated, her breath tightly in her throat waiting for the response.

"What?" Y/n laughed tears nearly forming in her eyes, "Sam we are not together just very good friends"

"Oh,oh but you must have someone back home" The captain pried more.

"Nope just me" Y/n whispered, Sam's eye intently staring over her face trying to read her expression.

The room was hot, Y/n had never felt so tense she felt like she was melting. She suddenly felt a hand on her cheek, a thumb brushed over eye an eyelash stuck on Sam's thumb.

"Make a wish" Sam whispered, holding out her thumb. Y/n blew it away, Sam's hand now back on her cheek.

"Please don't kill me for this" Sam gently moving y/n's face towards hers.

Their lips slowly interlocking, the warmth flowed through Y/n like nothing ever had before. It felt like her body had finally switched on and every nerve had been sent into overdrive.

Sam's lips sweetly tasting like her strawberry chapstick and minty toothpaste. Sam smiled into the kiss breaking it apart.

"You've had no idea how long I wanted to do that for" Sam smiled stroking Y/n's hair.

I think I know what the feeling is now.

"Oh I might have some idea" she challenged back.

EXTRA:

"Macca I swear to god if you ruin this I'm going to fuck you up" Alannah whisper yelled

"One more shot" Mackenzie hushed leaning over the bed

The girls of course knew this was going to happen and were prepared rightfully so to document the occasion.

Both Y/n and their captain were entangled in one another looking as content as could possibly be.

"Mary you owe me that $15 babe" Hailey grinned

"No way", Mary scoffed hushing everyone out the door "I said August you owe me $40".

"Still worth it" Hailey smiled looking one more time at the couple before leaving them in peace.

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[kerrr420]

v tempted to write nsfw for sam kerr but idk if people want that/where to post it

#sam kerr fanfic #sam kerr x reader

[trulyhblue]

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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Redemption

Sam Kerr x Hardersson!Reader

Millie Bright x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Sam redeems herself

Magda opens the door on a random Saturday afternoon.

"Can y/n come out to play?"

Sam's standing outside the door and Millie, Guro and Erin are waiting by the brick wall.

Magda has to smother her laughter. It does look like a bunch of naughty kids trying to get their friend's mother to let their friend go out and cause mischief with them.

Sam's holding a helmet.

Magda looks at her suspiciously. "Why? What are you planning?"

Sam looks back at the others helplessly. The three of them whisper to each other before Millie approaches the front gate with a little bike.

"You didn't," Magda groans," Tell me you didn't."

"It was Sam!" Guro yells.

"Is it your life mission to injure my child?" Magda asks dryly," Because you're doing very well."

"Kristie picked it out!" Sam says quickly," I called her in the store! And, I picked up a helmet and same pads. I promise we'll be careful."

"She doesn't know how to ride a bike. You'll have to teach her."

"We will!"

"Hmm." Magda looks over them all suspiciously. "If she comes back with even a little scrape then all of your playdates have to be supervised. Agreed?"

"Agreed!"

"Princesse! Your friends are here to see you!"

In a matter of minutes, you're ready to go. You take Millie's hand and she and the others take you to the park that you train with Zećira at.

"Okay," Millie says," Safety first."

She helps you into the helmet, tightening it nice and tight and then pulling on your elbow and knee pads.

Sam stands a little bit further away. She'd called Kristie the day after she accidentally poisoned you with kiwi and was warned to keep a little distance from you if Jessie wasn't around to keep you safe.

"Right," Erin says," Now get on."

You look at the bike. Guro's holding it upright and you inspect it.

It's two tones of red. One is a more orangey style of red while the other is a kind of maroon red. It looks pretty cool but you're still a little worried so you grip Millie's hand nice and tight.

She leads you over and you poke at a few things before getting on. Momma and Morsa have been promising to get you a bike for a while now but said that it's an after-winter thing so you don't fall on the ice or something.

You think it's kind of cool that Millie, Guro, Erin and Sam have gotten you one early.

You get on.

Erin points at a few things. "There are the brakes. You have to do them gently or you'll go flying off the bike. And these are the pedals. You have to pump your legs very fast, okay?"

You nod. "Okay."

Millie moves behind you to grasp the back. "I'm not going to let go. You just need to pedal, alright?"

You let Guro show you where the hold the handles and then how to get the pedals moving. You go slowly at first because Momma always warns you that you need to start slow on new things.

Millie remains behind you like she said she would and she's gently tell you when to start breaking and when to pedal a bit harder. Guro and Erin jog next to you while Sam stays at the very back.

"Very good!"

You give a Guro a high five as you dismount.

You like your new bike. It's very fun but the seat is a little weird but that's just something you'll have to get used to. Momma and Morsa can both ride bikes and when you were much littler, Momma told you that she used to strap you to her chest so you could ride with them.

You think that's cool but you're much too big for that now so it'll be nice to ride one by yourself.

Guro helps you back on and teasingly taps your helmet. "Working!" She confirms as you giggle," Got to keep that genius brain of yours intact!"

You don't recognise one of those words and furrow your brow. "What's genius mean?"

"Someone who's very smart," Millie says as she tucks your feet under the little straps over the pedals," Like you."

You think for a moment. "But I'm not smart."

"You are," Guro insists, bobbing her head up and down like you see the seagulls do at the beach," Because you can speak so many languages."

You don't really understand that. Languages are easy and Morsa once told you smart people are people that can learn and do lots of hard things. Languages are easy though so you're not that smart because what you can do isn't difficult.

"You're like a sponge," Erin says.

"I'm not a sponge!"

"It's a good thing," Millie promises you," It means you suck up all the information we give you and it stays in your head."

You fall silent to think again. Maybe you are like a sponge. Momma says you have a very good memory and having a good memory is exactly what Millie's just described.

"Hmm," You say, not agreeing or denying because you don't know which response is correct. You don't like being wrong so sometimes it's better to just say nothing when grown-ups are being confusing.

"Should we have another go?" Guro asks," I'll stay at the back!"

"No fair!" Erin complains," I wanted to help!"

Guro sticks her tongue out at Erin and you giggle as she takes the spot that Millie used to be in.

Millie hangs back with Sam as Guro and Erin start pushing you along. Your feet are pumping furiously to get up to speed.

"It's was awful," Sam laments as she jogs lightly with Millie at the very back," The look on Kristie's face when she found out!" She buries her face in her hands. "She's never going to trust me with kids again. She told me if anything ever happens to y/n because of me again, she'll kill me! They've not even met in person!"

"Mate," Millie snickers," She'll have to get here quick if she's planning to beat out Magda."

Sam groans again. "It was awkward knocking on there door. She made me feel like I was a kid again."

"It's the Mum stare." Millie shivers at the thought. "It's terrifying and Magda had all that time before y/n and Pernille even moved in. I hate to think about how well Pernille's perfected it."

Sam shivers now too. It's one thing to see Magda angry, that's expected but she rues the day that someone gets Pernille angry enough to explode.

She looks over to where you and the others are and then freezes.

There's a long patch of ice on the path that you swerve into uncontrollably and you lose control of your new bike. That wouldn't be a problem on its own but Erin and Guro both get totally wiped out by the ice and tumble into each other.

"Oh, shit."

Sam barely hears Millie's words as she takes off into a sprint, making sure to stay on the grass borders rather than the stone path. You've got a good distance on her (and you're also going down a slight incline) but you're still only little so it's not too far to catch up.

In your blind panic, you've forgotten about your brakes and, honestly, Sam's kind of glad. If you slammed them on now, you'd probably go headfirst over your handlebars and land painfully on the ground.

"Whoa!"

Sam manages to get in front (barely) and grabs onto the front of your bike. You're still going pretty fast, a combination of the little hill and the ice, so the bike slams into her groin.

It's painful but Sam can't really feel it as she's focused on you.

Millie's further away, helping Guro and Erin to their feet as Sam wheels the bike onto the grass and helps you off.

You're panting a little bit but not crying so she counts it as a win. You look back at where you lost control of it all, your shoulders falling and rising quickly.

You move into Sam's arms, burying your head into her neck like you would do with Momma and Morsa if they were here.

"Hey," Sam says softly, drawing you in and rubbing your back," It's okay. It's okay."

You nod. It's a barely noticeable movement but you're pressed up so close to Sam that it almost feels like you want to hide away under her skin.

"It's alright. Hey, you did so well for your first try. So well. I know it got scary pretty fast but that's okay. Next time, we'll go somewhere with no ice. Does that sound good?"

You nod again.

"Let's get you home."

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occupied // sam kerr

summary; in which, sam recognises the hotel housekeepers face, and when she walks in on sam in a compromised position, she sees if she fancies giving her a helping hand.

warnings; cocky!sam, dom!sam, sub!reader, oral, fingering, spitting, finger gagging, language, strap ons, penatrative sex, multiple orgasms, i think that's it lol. this hasnt been proofread so i apologise for spelling errors/things not making sense. i got very overwhelmed at the end of this and i just wanted to get it out. thank u to @landopeaches for being my hypewoman every single time x

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as you pushed your trolley down the hall, you noticed how quiet it was, with most of the guests still sleeping, and while you wished you were still sleeping, your shift had just begun.

your job was inarguably one of the most boring, mundane jobs in the world, but the money was enough to keep you afloat and if any relitively nice or unused clothes, jewelry or cosmetics were left in rooms, you normally kept them for yourself which was really the only bonus. that, and you got free use of the bar, pool, gym and sauna.

most people that stayed in the hotel would have a paper hanger on the door if they were still using their room, whether they were there or not, although some rooms were just luck of the draw. you could swing open that door and wouldn't know whether you'd see a dead body or a couple going at it, although it was entertaining regardless.

room 724 didn't have a hanger on it's door, and so you figured you'd at least try it. regardless of whether somebody was in there or not, they'd probably be sleeping, or be down at breakfast, or in the gym round the corner. at least, that's what you thought.

oh, how wrong you were.

"oh, f-fuck."

sam's fingers were shaking as she pushed her shorts down her legs with one hand while the other stayed tucked into her underwear. she wasn't sure what came over her that morning, maybe it was the newfound freedom of single life, or the strap-on and toys she had sitting on the shelf in front of her that filled her head with past memories, or the pretty girl she saw at the pool the day before who she hadn't been able to stop thinking about.

it didn't matter in the long run, not really. she was horny and she was desperate for an orgasm.

her fingers brushed her clit multiple times in quick succession and she pulled a lip between her teeth. she wasn't sure why she felt as if she had to be quiet, she'd fucked many different women in this hotel and hadn't had any complaints from her neighbours when they walked out with shaky legs after screaming repeatedly for a few hours.

if the walls were thick enough for her to fuck screamers, they were thick enough for her to sort herself out.

"fuckin' hell," she breathed, allowing her fingers to slip through her own folds and feel herself up. her breath continued to shake, and a moan left her lips when she added another finger to the pressure on her clit.

her free hand felt a bit left out - sam wasn't really one for stimulating her own chest, she normally had a pretty girl on top of her that she could easily slide up onto her face high enough to suck one of her nipples into her mouth and feel the slick of their pussy grinding on her stomach. just the image of that alone sparked a fire inside of sam's body, and her fingers picked up the pace at the thought.

"mhm, o-oh, god," she whimpered, bucking her hips up into her hand and admiring the reflection of her muscles flexing in the mirror beside the bed. "can't cum yet, no matter how good i am."

at least she made herself laugh.

she was really finding her groove, and getting into the rhythm of her fingers, so much so that she didn't even hear the door latch unlocking.

at first, you didn't hear the moaning or the slight creak of the bed, and in a way, you're glad you didn't. she was the hot girl from the pool you'd been eyeing up yesterday. you continued to walk through, only to find her with her shorts round her ankles and her hand in her pants. she was shirtless, completely naked from the waist up and it made your mind spiral.

she still looked as if she'd not been awake very long, her hair still scruffy in a low ponytail and her cheeks and eyes still slightly puffy from sleep, and a glass of water sat untouched on the bedside table along with a mobile phone.

it impressed you that she could get off with just her imagination.

you were so bewildered by the sight in front of you it was as if your feet were glued to the ground, you couldn't move from that spot. even when she noticed you, standing their in your maid outfit. she thought it was a joke, that the people in the rooms next door had heard her moans, and sent up an escort knowing she was alone in the room. that was, until she saw the hotel's name embroidered into the top of the dress.

"oh, uh, s-sorry, i'll... i'll come back later."

at first, she was confused, almost agitated that the housekeeper had come in and interrupted her, and she almost, very nearly, pulled her hand from her underwear and phoned down to reception. that was, until she recognised your face.

the pretty girl from the pool. the one she couldn't stop thinking of. the one she envisioned on top of her, leaving a wet, sticky patch on her skin. she smirked.

"no, you're alright, darlin'," she shifted, her hand still in her pants and brushing against her clit as she moved, "you're the girl from the pool, yeah?"

"uh.. yeah. from yesterday."

"and is this a set up? are you an escort or something? or do you actually work here?"

"well, judging by that," you gestured to the cleaning cart down the side of the room, blocking the entrance, "i'd say i work here."

"great, i don't have to ask you to lock the door behind you then."

your eyebrows furrowed and you looked at her, confused. "i beg your pardon?"

she pulled her hand from her underwear and sucked a finger into her mouth, tasting herself on her fingertips. you couldn't deny the sight before you was already sending heat to your pussy, and you also couldn't deny that she was one of the hottest girls you'd ever laid eyes on.

"help me out, love," she said, so simply, so effortlessly, so desperately, before taking the same finger back into her mouth. "give me a couple of orgasms and i'll give you a pretty good tip."

you hummed, thinking over her offer. "what's in it for me?"

"i just told you," she pushed her legs open further and your head began to spin, "a pretty good tip."

silence fell among you both for a minute as you pondered the offer again. a pretty good tip in her words could've been ten percent or it could've been fifty. or, if your mouth was as good as you knew it was, who knows? maybe you could negotiate the offer.

"if the tips not good enough for you," you expected her to throw the offer away, telling you to forget it if her offer wasn't to your liking, "then i'll fuck you, make you cry, give you a shag that'll be enough to have you desperate for more of me."

"sounds like you're begging."

"do you want to take up the offer or not?"

silence fell again, and for a moment she expected you to turn and run, and you did turn; but to look at her collection of toys on the shelf. she smirked when you bent down slightly to inspect them further, plus, it meant she got to see your arse.

"so, i give you a couple of orgasms, you'll give me a pretty good tip," you hummed, and pulled a dildo from her collection, "and you'll fuck me with this one, how does that sound?"

she smirked and sucked another one of her fingers into her mouth. she knew your answer was yes when you started to pull your apron from the back of your dress, and she watched it fall to the floor.

"it sounds excellent, darlin'," she hummed, "but what doesn't sound good is this little attitude you've got. you're here to help me out, not the other way around. no orgasm, no fuck. understand?"

your underwear were soaked through by this point, and you nodded.

"need to hear you say it, darling."

"i-i understand."

"good," she pulled her finger from her mouth with a pop, "c'mon then, get your dress off, show me those pretty tits and get up on the bed."

you did as she asked, slipping the dress off over your head and taking your bra with it, leaving you stripped to just your underwear, small heeled black shoes and suspenders, which, of course, she wanted you to keep on.

she rested her back against the headboard and you didn't waste any time, your lips immediately pressing into her thighs. she halted your movements for a second and shifted across the bed, in which you followed. at the time, you weren't sure why but you later found out that it was so she could look at the reflection of your behind in the mirror.

she pressed her hand to your jawbone and you looked up at her, "sam, by the way, remember that for later," she shot you a smirk, "and i didn't see the badge on your name because i was too eager to see your tits."

"y/n." you replied, purposely arching your back lower so that she could get a better view in the mirror.

your lips gravitated back towards her inner thighs, your fingers grazing the line of her underwear. she was clearly not in the mood to be teased judging by her hand on your head and her agitated tension, and you wanted a fuck so you stopped.

but, not completely.

your tongue grazed her clit through the soft material of her pants, making an immediate wet patch and she jolted back. your hands pushed at her thighs and spread them apart further so you had enough space to work your magic.

a moan left her lips at your messy, spit covered face. her underwear was completely soaked with your spit, and she rolled her eyes back into her head when you pulled at the material between your fingers and watched as it split in two, leaving enough room down the middle for you to do what you had to do.

"covered in spit already, babe, hm?"

you nodded, a slight hum noise coming from your mouth and reverberating around her vagina, making her squirm underneath you. immediately, she couldn't figure out whether she regretted her decision on fucking you, or whether she thought it was the best thing she'd ever conjured up.

either way, her orgasm was fast approaching.

you hadn't eaten pussy for a while and your jaw was beginning to ache, but you weren't prepared to give up now. one hand slipped between your body and hers, and you spread her lips apart giving yourself more room to work with, and she moaned again, much louder this time.

"gonna make me cum, darlin'."

"already? god, you really were desperate, weren't you, hm?"

"three strikes and you're walking back to reception without your clothes on, y/n," she leaned over your body and slapped your arse, it was loud and the sound ricocheted around the room, leaving a harsh, bright red sting. "that's strike one. don't make me slap you again."

you moaned against her pussy and the vibration rippled through her body and you could feel the muscles of her pubic bone, thighs and stomach all tensing against your skin, and you smirked against her pussy as you continued to eat her out, purposely making your movements loud and sloppy so she could hear them reverberating around her ears for months to come.

"oh, fuck," she cursed, a hand flying to your hair and bunching it in a ponytail, "i'm gonna.. oh, fuck, you're gonna make me-"

"cum for me, sam."

"fuck," she hissed, her hips grinding down on your face as her orgasm rippled over her body, her stomach muscles involuntarily convulsing as her body reeled from the effects of her long awaited orgasm. "oh, jesus christ."

she pulled your head up and admired your skin, glistening with her juices and it was an image that was forever engraved in her brain. she leaned down and carefully, delicately kissed your lips, so as not to ruin the masterpiece her body had made across your face.

you hummed when she pulled away, and followed her lips back up to the pillows, where you instinctively pressed your lips back up against hers and slipped your tongue into her mouth. she allowed the experience, and brought a hand up to the base of your neck where she applied light pressure.

her tongue slipped between your mouth and for a minute you thought about biting her lip and silently scolding her for the move, but you only had two strikes left and the wet patch in your underwear was threatening to seep onto the bedsheets any minute.

you moaned at the pressure on your neck combined with the touch of her tongue on yours and she smirked against your lips, desperate to pull more of the noise from your body. you pulled away first, in desperate need to take a breath.

"lay down, sam," you sucked on the space of skin just below her ear, your words igniting a fire inside her body, "i wanna make you cum again."

she was so used to being the one on top, the one who made other girls feel good that this was a nice surprise. although, the pair of you knew that she was the one in charge, not the other way around.

she laid herself back down, and you immediately cocooned your body around one side of hers, your naked chest resting on her arm and one leg draped over hers as you pushed her muscular calves apart with your foot. your head buried itself in the crook of her neck and you sucked yet another spot under her neck, allowing a bruise to bloom under your teeth.

she moaned breathily, and your hand lowered itself over her exceptionally toned body, travelling lower until your delicate hand was hovering over her tanned skin, the angle of your hand accentuating the v-line leading down to her pubic bone and it made your clit twitch.

your lips trailed down to her collarbone, and slowly and softly, you started to suck on the skin of her chest. she shifted slightly, adjusting to the feeling of your lips edging closer and closer to her nipple, while your fingers carefully brushed against her clit.

she whimpered, but you shushed her with a soft coo, and carried on with your movements. her pussy was wet, coating your fingers in her own lubricant that made it much easier to explore, while your tongue carefully circled a nipple and it left her reeling.

"f-fuck, oh my god," she groaned, her muscles already shaking and tensing out of sheer pleasure, "feels so good, baby, don't stop."

you hummed, and instinctively bucked your hips into her thigh so she could get an insight into how wet your pussy was too, and it made her chuckle softly.

"so wet for each other, aren't we baby?" she spoke softly, "want me to touch your clit too?"

you nodded slightly too eagerly, with her nipple in your mouth, and she shifted her arm so it was stretched just enough to be able to brush your clit every few moments. you wanted more, so much more, but you knew to be grateful rather than greedy if you still wanted your fuck.

as soon as her finger circled your clit, you let out a big whimpery moan, desperate for more, but then she pinched your bum with her free hand and you knew you had to carry on. her hips began to buck when you sped up the movement of your fingers, adding a second to the pressure point on her clit that left her reeling for more.

you knew she wouldn't be long, and you were desperate to get it over with so you could get your kicks, while also wanting her to enjoy the experience and have it leave a lingering impact.

her breathing laboured as you sucked the other nipple into your mouth, and weaved your free hand between your bodies so you could stimulate her other one at the same time, so she had everything going on all at once that was enough to overstimulate her and give her exactly what she wanted all at once.

she started to grind down on your fingers, much like she did with your face, and her free hand grabbed your wrist and held it flush against her body.

"want me to cum again, hm, baby?"

you nodded, a gasp escaping your lips as she added another finger to the pressure on your clit, mirroring what you'd done to her. "y-yes," you choked, "cum all over my hand, p-please."

the sound of your broken voice, the whimpers tumbling from your lips, she found it all too much and couldn't help herself when her second orgasm rippled through her body. she practically growled, her body igniting in flames.

she looked hot underneath you, your eyes scanning over her body with eagerness as her orgasm rocked through her. you pulled a lip between your teeth and watched with admirable eyes right up until the aftershocks of her orgasm faded away.

"hey," she laughed, "you're good at that, aren't you, darlin'?"

"not just a pretty face, sam."

"no, you most certainly are not," she spun around so she was on her side, and allowed you to fall to your back against the mattress, "i wonder if your pussy is as pretty as your face, hm?"

she slid your pants down your thighs until they pooled at your ankles, and she admired the glisten of your wet pussy that shone in the sunlight, and didn't waste any time in getting a taste of you.

"oh... oh my.... s-sam, you're..."

"i'm a woman of my word, babe," she pulled away from your pussy and kissed across the inside of your thighs, "i'll fuck you, i will, but i just need to open you up first, hm? make sure you're nice and wet for my cock, darling."

you nodded, wriggling around on the bed until she stilled you. the anticipation was agonizing. she stilled you with a hand over your stomach, and her tongue moved back to circle your clit, the fingers from her other hand trailing around the lips of your pussy.

you were desperate, aching for the feeling of her fingers inside of you, and so repeatedly teased with circles around your hole, until eventually she slipped them in. one, at first, gently stretching you out with an expert finger.

this was in fact, not her first rodeo.

"tastes so sweet baby, you wanna taste?"

"mhm, please," you hummed.

sam's fingers pressed in and out of you, in and out, in and out, until she gathered enough of your wetness, and you opened your mouth thinking she was going to stick her fingers on your tongue. only she didn't, she licked her own fingers clean and you sat there with furrowed brows until her body drew closer to yours.

she pried open your jaw and spat your juices into your own mouth which left you spiraling. she held your mouth open and let your tongue hang out over your lip, and she continued to spit into your mouth until your tongue was covered in her own saliva.

"what a pretty little spit painted picture you are, y/n," she teased before her fingers slid down your throat and gagged you. you choked around her fingers and instinctively grabbed her wrist, "you got a safeword in mind?"

you nodded and she carried on, her fingers sliding down your throat until the muscles contracted and you gagged, spluttering and coughing when her hand pulled its way back out. her lips pressed against yours in a sloppy, wet kiss and her still-wet fingers slid between your folds and they slid inside you so much easier now.

"oh, f-fuck, sam, y-you feel so... your fingers..."

she smirked, that was the kind of moaning she was used to.

her thumb rubbed your clit aggressively and her fingers continued to curl in and out of your pussy so to stretch you out, getting you ready for her cock.

your whimpers and moans were enough to send her into overdrive, and she knew she couldn't handle it much longer. she pulled her fingers out of you and pulled her lips away from yours, and you lay there, fucked out, when she'd barely even touched you.

"keep playing with your pussy while i do this, babe," she rolled her eyes when you mewled at the loss of contact and pinched your cheeks together, "or else you're getting fucking nothing."

"o-okay."

you did as she said and pressed two fingers against your clit, carefully applying pressure that made your head spin. you watched sam get up from the bed and immediately pull her legs through the harness on the shelf. you couldn't help but squirm and moan as you watched her from behind, the view of her front in the mirror as she looped the loops so effortlessly.

"you okay there, baby?"

"i... fuck, i need you so bad, sam."

she turned over her shoulder to watch you as her hands continued to loop the loops and tie the knots, and she smirked. "i know, baby, i know," she grabbed the dildo from the bed, "my cock's almost ready for you, isn't it, darling? hm? you keeping your pussy nice and wet for daddy?"

you froze. just for a moment. at the word she'd given herself, unsure what to make of the situation. and then a moan tumbled from your lips. it was hot, really.

"y-yeah, daddy."

"good girl," she turned around once the dildo was secured, and grabbed the lube from the many different trinkets on her shelf and moved over to the bed, "show me your pussy, baby."

your hands spread your pussy apart right in front of her, allowing her full access. she pumped lube into her hand and spread it all across the base of her cock - not that she really needed it, you were already wet enough, but she just liked to put on a show.

she crawled up the bed on her knees to you until she was kneeling between your legs, and in your desperation you hooked your legs around hers and pulled her in. she chuckled at your eagerness.

your breathing was laboured as you watched her balancing herself on her knees and getting into a comfortable position. she guided her dick to your wet folds and allowed herself to tease you, just for a minute, and her lips locked into yours as she slid inside of you.

immediately, you gasped as every inch slid inside of you piece by piece. "oh, oh, fuck," you whined, "i knew you'd have insane dick game."

her hands spread your thighs apart further, and her strokes became deeper as she fought to hit every spot. you couldn't stop the whines and whimpers that escaped your lips, tumbling out of your mouth with every turn.

your legs wrapped around her waist, leaving her body flush against yours and trapping her in so she had to finish the job she'd promised. your bodies were slick with sweat, and it was arguably some of the best sex you'd ever had.

"your pussy is so fucking wet, y/n," she grunted, pulling out all the way and rubbing the tip of her cock along your clit, before pushing back in, "and yet it's still so fucking tight."

you nodded, moaning deliriously as she hooked one of your legs over her shoulder, allowing the stretch to become deeper, harder, stronger.

"it's still a pussy that was made for you, daddy," you breathed, wrapping an arm around her neck and pulling her down to your lips, "don't you agree?"

sam made a noise akin to a growl, her teeth coming into contact with your bottom lip, biting and tugging on the flesh as if it were her own to play with.

"yeah," she grunted, "my perfect little pussy."

you moaned, raising your back up off the bed and pressing your chest up against hers. her fingers drew messy circles around your clit and you began clenching around her cock, the butterflies in your stomach beginning to swarm.

"sam... 'm gonna, i don't think i..."

"surely you're not going to cum already, darling? i haven't even turned you over yet."

with that, sam pulled out and spun you around, your head pressed into the pillows. she moved you how she wanted you, her perfectly eager little doll, with your arms up on your back and your arse up in the air, giving her leverage to grip your arms as she fucked you full force.

one hand gripped your wrists, while the other spread apart your cheeks as best she could, and as you felt a dribble of spit travelling down from your bum to your pussy you whined and writhed.

"stop being so dramatic, darling," she pinched your bum, "please just let me fuck you."

your words jumbled in the pillowcase and sam didn't have the patience to stop and ask you what it was. she wanted to see you cumming and she wanted to be the one to do it. her thrusts were rapid, the consistent rhythm making you dizzy, and you didn't think you'd be able to keep your composure for much longer.

"sam... s-sam, please, i-i can't..."

"what do you want, pretty girl? hm? you gonna tell me?"

"i... i need to... please let me cum," you struggled with your words through the relentless thrusting of her hips but you were teetering on the edge and you physically couldn't hold it much longer. "please."

your pussy clenched around her dick and she knew you wouldn't last much longer, "seeing as you asked so nicely, my darling, why don't you cum all over my cock."

your hands gripped at nothing, and you'd be left with the sting of your fingernails digging into your skin for hours to come, but you didn't really care in that moment. sam continued to fuck you through your orgasm, her mind reeling as you practically exploded all over her.

every moan and whimper you had rolled into one and your words became incoherent from just before your orgasm hit you, to until you'd ridden it out.

sam pulled her cock out of your pussy and it was followed by a little trickle of juices, which she immediately bent down to lick up. you shuddered and instinctively moved your body away, and she noticed this, patting you on the leg softly.

"i'm still here, until next wednesday," she said after a few minutes of silence, sliding some shorts on over her strap-on, "i was just wondering if you fancied doing this again?"

"gonna tip me every time? seeing as you think i'm an escort," you both laughed and she handed you your clothes as you sat round the side of the bed, "no, that would be nice. but, maybe not while i'm working."

she smirked. "what time does your shift finish?"

"probably about one thirty, providing i don't get fired."

"don't worry," she threw a shirt on over her head, "i'll make sure to give you a glowing review."

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[lovinpelova]

found out | j. fleming

summary; y/n uses the wrong word and asks for a definition of said word, when her and jessie give each other a knowing look and are caught the team teases them endlessly.

🎵 the morning - the weeknd

it was no secret that you and jessie had been together for ages. fans realised this when they first stalked your friends socials for pictures of jessie at ucla before finding pictures of you and jessie, way too close to be best friends. they then found pictures of you and her kissing after a couple matches before cracking the code and spreading the news.

now at twenty-five and twenty-four, you'd been together nearly nine years and couldn't be happier. sam joked sometimes that you'd be dead before you got married but you always argued back that you were still fairly young to be fully tied down and weren't going to break up anytime soon- if you were going to break up you'd have done it more than eight years ago.

obviously you and jessie were extremely comfortable with each other in every way possible, loving her for nine years, receiving endless reassurance and adoration meant you trusted each other with everything in yourselves. especially in the bedroom, that's how you got here today.

the canadians lips scattered over your neck hungrily to produce more blood-red love bites wherever she could, her tongue running over your skin like she was a vampire starved for ten years. her left hand pinning your right one above your head with a silk blindfold laced between your fingers and her right hand endlessly moving around your thigh, pulling it to wrap around her waist alongside your other one as she began to roughly grind into you.

"love when you let me do this."

she mumbled against your collarbone, voice slightly tuned out by the string of moans she was pulling from you as your left hand clawed at her bare and muscular back. the canadian groaned in response to your nails digging into her skin and leaving a trail in their wake, flesh turning red raw like your hickeys as you threw your head back and moaned loudly at the way her muscles rippled and flexed under your touch.

"jess..."

you trailed off breathlessly, not knowing what you were calling for her to do as it was all so overwhelming you couldn't even think properly, your brain was short-circuiting and judging by the way jessie chuckled cockily in your face she knew exactly what was happening.

"yeah, baby?"

the midfielder teased, feigning innocence whilst her right hand trailed up your bare torso to massage your breasts just the way she knew you liked- you had been together close to ten years after all, what kind of a girlfriend would she be if she didn't know how to make you fall apart without even fucking you?

"need you."

you babbled mindlessly, the affects of mind-numbing pleasure only jessie could source you with already taking place as you whined and squirmed underneath her muscular body. she'd stopped moving her hips by now and she didn't want you to move yours either, so she took her hand away from your semi-clothed chest and pushed your waist down into the bed beneath you with her biceps bulging from the display of strength.

"need me to do what? where do you need me babygirl?"

you hesitated, knowing she wanted you to be filthy and vulgar with what you said next. as much as you loved jessie when she was like this, you hated extremely explicit dirty talk - only if you were saying it, jessie saying it was beyond nice - it made you feel weird saying things like that out loud.

"c'mon princess, can't make my girl feel good if i don't know what she wants can i?"

"jess- please, need you to fuck me."

"see? that's all i wanted to hear. such a good girl."

the praise made your brain go to mush, the hand that was clawing at her shoulder mindlessly pulling her closer to smash your lips onto hers desperately. whatever you could take from jessie, whatever she would give you, you were taking it. she suggested using the article of silk laced between your hands a couple years back when you decided to start exploring a less vanilla side of your sex life and it's safe to say she loves it.

whether she's blindfolded or using it on you, she adores it. the way it heightens the senses, makes touch and smell and words ten times more intense without a single clue what they're going to do next- that's what jessie loves. the cluelessness to it, the realisation that you don't know what will happen next. it makes the orgasm ten times better, especially if it's sudden.

"you sure you still wanna use this prettygirl?"

jessie mumbled against your lips, moaning into your mouth when you pulled away to bite her lip roughly, letting her know you wanted it hard and you wanted it now. jessie loved fucking you like that, especially when you were blindfolded. the noises you let out were music to her ears but with the way they'd grow impossibly louder out of shock when she'd touch you if you didn't expect it?

god, jessie fucking loved it.

you nodded eagerly with a grin on your face matching hers, letting go of her hand so she could move the silk blindfold to wrap around your eyes. she tapped your temple twice lightly in a silent request you lift your head, humming in approval when you did so and carefully tying a knot around the back.

"that okay? not too tight or too loose?"

"no, it's perfect baby."

you pressed your head back against the pillows, jessie undyingly turned on by the sight beneath her. ever since the first time you'd used a blindfold she could swear she'd never been so turned on in her life before.

the way your breathing hitched with every move she'd make or time she'd touch you, how your hands would tentatively reach out and always land on her muscular arms or toned back to ground yourself, it was nowhere near the way you reacted to her without a blindfold. obviously jessie loves having sex with you no matter what, but there was just something different about it when a blindfold was involved- don't even get her started on how much she loves being blindfolded herself.

the way you straddle her hips and mindlessly grind against her without warning, roughly pushing her head back or to the side so your lips could devour their way along her body, filthy whispers of what you wanted to do to her - or what you wanted her to do to you - making her moan louder than ever as it's all she could focus on. no sight means heightened hearing, so if you're whispering all the ways you've thought about fucking her or being fucked by her? she's a goner.

don't even get her started on the one time you restricted her hands as well. using another piece of silk to tie her wrists together against the bedframe, denying her the right to touch you as you got your own satisfaction and didn't give jessie the pleasure until she begged to touch you. (spoiler warning; when you let her out of those restraints she fucked you dumb.)

"how you feelin' baby?"

she questioned right against your ear, knowing the whispered words affected you from the breath you let out against her neck, feeling her hands wrap your legs around her waist again as she started grinding down into you at the perfect angle. jessie had been with you eight years, nearly nine, she knew exactly how to push your buttons and when to push them. right now, she was putting that to use, turning you on as much as she possibly could so she can give you the worlds best orgasm in a couple moments time.

"so turned on, jess."

you breathed out into her ear, kissing her skin afterwards and pushing your hips up into hers after you'd worked out her rhythm and immediately being rewarded by a delicious friction against your core, the canadian a bit frustrated at the way you just took that from her without asking but letting you off because of the loud moan you let out.

"good, it's gonna be worth it when i fuck you until you can't speak anymore."

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it was media day at chelsea, meaning you and jessie were going to be split up for an unnecessary amount of time the next couple hours. sure, you'd have your media buddies you'd been partnered up with but it just wasn't the same as each other, you hated media days.

you'd just finished a game of guess who with guro for the barclayswsl tiktok account and chelseawfc youtube channel, meaning you had a fifteen minute break before you and the norwegian were put back to work with another media team for another social media account. quickly heading to sit beside one of your best friends millie and seeing jessie being guided over with niamh helping her, you went to jump up and hug her before staying put next to your skipper when you saw what she was wearing.

"niamh whys she got a blindfold on?"

millie made a noise of confusion from next to you, the girl you previously addressed stopping her footsteps as jessies mouth fell open slightly from your words.

"that's not a blindfold, it's an eyemask."

millie corrected you, making your competitive nature reveal itself for a moment as you challenged her immediately, your girlfriend listening as she pulled the eyemask down to rest around her neck and niamh watching amusedly.

"what would you define a blindfold as then?"

"like, a bit of material put over your eyes. they're mainly used to kidnap people, you know the usual."

you scoffed at millies joke and turned to look at jessie, the pair of you giving each other one of those looks when you thought you weren't being watched, only realising you were being watched.

"oi! what was that look for?"

millie questioned, niamh racking her brain for any answers whilst millie had a slight idea of what you and jessie just said to each other with your eyes. you shrugged in response, thinking of something sarcastic to say.

"jessie can agree with me when i say blindfolds are subjective to context."

the blonde next to you had her straight face scrunch up in disgust for a second as you grinned cockily at her, turning to your girlfriend as she smiled sheepishly with a massive blush across her cheeks as usual.

"you two disgust me."

"what? what does she mean? what have i missed?"

niamh questioned, genuinely confused by what you'd said and drawing the attention of other teammates. guro shuffled closer, sam came over with jess and lauren arrived at some point too, putting you and jessie on the spot as soon as millie explained it to niamh.

"her and jessie have used a blindfold before."

"okay? why would they do that?"

"no, niamh. they've used a blindfold before."

the defenders expression changed from one of recognition to one of disgust, pretending to throw up as all the other girls started teasing or turning away in shock. you and jessie sat there and took the brunt of it all, knowing there was nothing you could do now that the secret was out. plus, how could you be upset? at least you were still getting some.

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[chaosology]

lurking

sam kerr x reader (social media)

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enews Looks like Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles have officially called it quits - read more at the link in bio (📷: TMZ)

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mothery/n Y’ALL SHE REMOVED HER LIKE??? gay lil bitch… also fuck off enews n dailymail the ss are MINE

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abieloise ok but she never confirmed her sexuality. straight girlies can appreciate her too!!

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mothery/n does anyone remember this interview?? i don’t think she’s in it for the soccer guys 👀

mackenzzzi HAHAHAA she’s in it for the babes

stylestoday she’s literally not even gay guys

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[delusionalfanficwriter]

illness pt. 1

"Y/N, there is obviously something wrong," Jessie insisted, her voice laced with concern.

"Jessie, I told you to leave it alone. I am fine. I am just a bit more tired than usual," Y/N replied, her voice strained with frustration.

"No, Y/N, it's been a few weeks now of this fatigue, and you look like you are losing weight," Jessie continued, worry etched across her face.

Y/N huffed as they walked together toward Sam Kerr's apartment, the brisk evening air doing little to alleviate her discomfort. She decided to remain silent, not wanting to discuss the persistent issues that had been plaguing her.

"Bubba, don't be like that," Jessie said gently, grabbing Y/N's hand and halting her in her tracks. She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Y/N's forehead.

Y/N closed her eyes briefly, savoring the affection but still reluctant to admit what she had been going through. "Jess, I promise it's nothing serious. Just some stress, maybe."

Jessie's brow furrowed with worry as she studied Y/N's face. "Y/N, you know you can talk to me about anything. I'm here for you."

Y/N gave a weak smile, appreciating Jessie's support but not ready to share the full extent of her concerns. "I know, and I love you for that. But really, it's nothing I can't handle."

When they got to their Chelsea's teammate's apartment they were greeted by Kristie, y/n’s USWNT teammate, who hugged both Jessie and Y/N. 

Y/N couldn't help but tease Kristie as they all gathered around the living room. "Couldn't be away from Kerr for longer than a month, huh?" she quipped with a playful grin.

Kristie laughed heartily at Y/N's remark, her playful banter easing the tension in the room. "Very funny, Y/N. But you know how it is. We can't stay away from each other for too long."

Sam, who had been busy in the kitchen, emerged with a tray of steaming mugs of coffee, her signature grin lighting up her face. "Coffee, anyone?" she offered, setting the tray down on the coffee table.

They each accepted a mug, the warmth of the cups a comforting contrast to the cool weather outside. They settled into the cozy surroundings, the sound of friendly chatter filling the room.

For a while, the conversation revolved around lighter topics—football anecdotes, upcoming matches, and their favorite training moments. It was clear that the bonds between these friends ran deep, and they cherished these moments together.

But as the hours wore on, the earlier concern about Y/N's health lingered in the background, an unspoken presence in the room. Finally, it was Kristie who gently broached the topic, her voice filled with genuine concern.

"Y/N," she began, "I've been watching you, and it's not just fatigue. You've been off for a while now. Are you sure you're okay?"

She shifted uncomfortably on the couch, her mug of coffee suddenly feeling heavy in her hands. Y/N's gaze flicked to her friends—Kristie, Jessie, and Sam—all of them wearing expressions of genuine worry. She wanted to reassure them, to put their concerns to rest, but they weren’t wrong because she does feel off.

"I appreciate your concern," Y/N began, her voice wavering slightly, "but really, it's probably just a phase. I've been pushing myself hard, and maybe I'm just a bit burnt out."

Jessie's brow furrowed with worry as she reached out and gently placed her hand on Y/N's arm. "Y/N, we're not trying to make a big deal out of this, but we care about you. You don't have to hide what's going on."

The room fell into a contemplative silence as Y/N's friends, Jessie, Kristie, and Sam, continued to express their concerns about her health. Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of unease and vulnerability, but she was determined to hold onto her denial a little longer.

"I promise I'll take it easy," Y/N reiterated, her voice tinged with desperation. "Maybe I just need some rest, and everything will go back to normal."

Kristie exchanged a knowing glance with the others, her expression one of gentle concern. She knew that Y/N had always been reluctant to seek medical help, and it was time to address that issue.

"Y/N," Kristie began softly, "we understand that you might be hesitant to see a doctor. But we've also noticed that you tend to avoid them at all costs. Is there a reason for that?"

Y/N's shoulders tensed slightly, her gaze flickering away. She knew the truth—they knew her well enough to see through her bravado.

"It's just... nothing good ever seems to come from seeing a doctor," Y/N admitted hesitantly. "I've had bad experiences in the past, and I guess I've been trying to avoid going through that again."

"I understand your past experiences have ingrained in your mind, but sometimes doctors are the only way to get to the root cause to help whatever your body is going through," Sam gently tried to talk some sense into Y/N.

Y/N sighed, her resistance slowly eroding in the face of her friends' genuine concern. "I know, Sam, but I've always felt that nothing good ever comes from doctors. I just... I don't want to go through all that again."

Kristie, her voice filled with empathy, added, "Y/N, we're not pushing you to do anything you're not comfortable with. We just want to make sure you're okay."

Y/N nodded, still reluctant to confront the possibility of a health issue. "I promise I'll think about it, okay? But let's not talk about it anymore tonight."

Her friends exchanged glances, understanding that Y/N needed time to come to terms with the idea of seeking medical help.

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[greynatomy]

sam kerr social media au

completely forgot about this in the drafts. better now than never right?

hope you like it!

-grey

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2012

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yourinstagram hi instagram. this is me and sammy

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samanthakerr20 hi instagram

↳ yourinstagram <3

caitlinfoord i thought i was gonna be you first post?

↳ samanthakerr20 ha! she loves me more

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samanthakerr20 🙉 & 🐭

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yourinstagram you look so cuddly

↳ samanthakerr20 then why aren’t you cuddling me?

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yourinstagram billie doesn't like sam anymore

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samanthakerr20 what you talking bout. he loves me

↳ yourinstagram not during bath times

caitlinfoord poor little baby getting tortured by sammy

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samanthakerr20 Having a little run with the ball #sydneyfc #wleague #blackmagic #hahaha

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yourinstagram sammy loves balls

↳ caitlinfoord she does doesn't she

↳ samanthakerr20 oi! get out of here

↳ yourinstagram you love them too

2017

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yourinstagram my first single 'strawberry kisses' out now!

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samanthakerr20 woo! congrats!

↳ yourinstagram thank you sammy!

caitlinfoord is this about me?

↳ mackenziearnold no, it's about me

↳ yourinstagram ladies! ladies! there's enough of me to go around

↳ samanthakerr20 there is is there?

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ynpriv went on a little couples hike after releasing my first song

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sammykay we're such a hot couple

caitycat when are we going to our couple's hike?

↳ ynpriv stop spilling our secrets, we'll get caught

↳ macattack i wanna go on one too

↳ sammykay stop flirting with her she's mine!

2020

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ynpriv so we did a thing...

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sammykay finally get to call you mrs. kerr

↳ ynpriv love the sound of that

caitycat WHAT! NO WAY

alannybanany YOU GUYS GOT MARRIED

macattack i thought wed be the ones getting married

↳ ynpriv oh yeahhh! time to get a divorce sammy

↳ sammykay no! you're mine forever and ever

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yourinstagram i wrote another album! 'wunder' out now on all platforms

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haileesteinfeld obsessed with electric love!

↳ yourinstagram ohmy! thank you!

taylorswift so excited to listen!

↳ yourinstagram thank you mother!

samanthakerr20 congratulations!

↳ user1 what is sam kerr doing here??

↳ user2 @/user1 they're childhood friends!

↳ yourinstagram thank you sammy!

user3 OBSESSED WITH NONSENSE

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caitycat these are the faces i made when i listened to nonsense for the first time

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ynpriv hehe

sammykay its a really good song

↳ macattack the last part of the song had my jaw on the floor

alannybanany @/ynpriv didn't know you were so scandy

↳ ynpriv what can i say? my wife is hot

↳ caitycat ooohkayyy don't say any more

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ynpriv oop

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caitycat IM GONNA BE AN AUNT

↳ macattack I'm gonna be the favorite

↳ caitycat shut up. its gonna be me

↳ alannybanany i'll be godmother

↳ sammykay were gonna play rock paper scissors to choose

2021

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sammykay angel baby

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alannybanany so cute!

macattack we getting a name yet?

↳ sammykay kenzie lynn kerr

↳ macattack no way! really?

↳caitycat is the middle name inspired by my name?

↳ ynpriv @/macattack @/caitycat we gotta name her after our best friends/ sisters

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sammykay please stop growing

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ynpriv she's getting so big

caitycat bring baby lynn to practice again

↳ macattack yeah she needs to see her favorite aunty

2023

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matildasupdates someone asked caitlin what keeps them all going and she said "strawberry kisses by y/n y/ln" love it

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user1 LOVE y/n y/ln

user2 isn't y/n friends with a lot of the matildas

↳ user3 i think she's childhood friends with sam cait mac and alanna

↳ user4 aussie icons. all of them

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samanthakerr20 Thank you for the memories Australia. You allowed us to live out our dream of representing our country on home soil. I hope we have inspired a nation for many years to come ❤️

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stephcatley Straight to the pool room❤️

caitlinfoord ❤️

mackenziearnold Big love Sammy

yourinstagram proud of you girls

↳ samanthakerr20 ❤️❤️❤️

user1 You've inspired and changed the whole nation. Absolute icons. Love you so much 💛💚

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matildas STRAWBERRY KISSES SURPRISE 🍓😘 #Matildas #FIFAWWC #Surprise #StrawberryKisses

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caitlinfoord what an icon

↳ yourinstagram no, you're the icon

↳caitlinfoord aww I'm blushing

↳ samanthakerr20 stop blushing

↳ mackenziearnold someones jelly

user1 its so cool how they're friends with her

user2 we need yn to put sam on a song

↳ user3 fr she got a good voice

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matildasupdates Caitlin: "[Y/n] said that she wasn't gonna be able to come. A cheeky one she is."

Sam: "Haven't seen her since I left home. So I feel great to have her back with me."

When asked about the surprise of Y/n Y/ln coming onto the stage

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user1 what does sam mean? back with her? left home? WHAT DO YOU MEAN SAMANTHA????

↳ user2 this is giving the vibe that they live together

↳ user3 imagine they've been together this whole time

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samanthakerr20 glad to be back home with the family ❤️

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ynkerr glad to have you back home!

caitlinfoord WIFEY!!

↳ mackenziearnold she's mine!

↳ samanthakerr20 i'm the one that put a ring on it

↳ ynkerr ladies! there's still a lot of me to go around

↳ samanthakerr20 no.

user1 THEYRE FUCINH MARRIED GUYSS

user2 NO FING WAY IM FREAKING OUTJDKMEKLC

user3 Y/N CHANGED HER USERNAME

↳ user4 STOP THATS SO CUTE IM CRYING

user5 SAMS A MUM

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[katiemcabeswife]

Awesome Parenting

Sam Kerr x Mum!Reader x Daughter || Sam's loss has a bigger impact on your daughter than Sam.

You were too focused on watching your girlfriend drop her head in disappointment to see the tears build in your daughter's eyes. The London derby was always a good game to watch and being present only amplified the tension you could feel through a screen. The derby had even higher stakes as Arsenal was following closely behind Chelsea in second place and while losing might not make them drop down on the ladder, it was an important game to win.

Sam never likes to lose, no one does really, she's even said herself she hates losing more than she likes winning, so to lose such a game to Chelsea's biggest rivals, you knew she would take it to heart.

It seems that your daughter has picked up on the trait.

Your eyes dart to the floor where your daughter now resides with tears rolling down her face. You crouch down and pull her into a sitting position with a concerned look on your face, "What's up hun? Are you hurt?" You ask confused as to why she had dropped to the floor.

Her hands went to her face as she was wiping her tears and simultaneously hiccuping, "Mama lose," A fresh wave of tears poured over the 2-year-old which, whilst you hated seeing your baby girl cry, brought you relief that she wasn't hurt.

You cooed as you picked her up and rested her on your hip, "Hey, it's ok. I know it can be really upsetting when things don't go our way and I know that we all wanted Mama to win, but it's ok. It happens sometimes and Mama will get them back next time, ok?" You bounced slightly while rubbing her back, trying to prevent a full-blown tantrum in the middle of a very busy stadium.

"But why!?" Your daughter screeched.

"Hey, hey, none of that, please. I understand your upset but we don't yell at Mummy, ok?" When you felt her nod into the crook of your neck you kissed her temple, "Sometimes the other team plays really well, and sometimes our team doesn't play as well as they can and as we know, mistakes happen. There are lots of things that could have happened but that's ok. We can't win all the time, even though we really want to."

"But Mama be sad." Adelia whimpered.

You pouted to yourself at how sweet your kid was, "Well, I know whenever I'm sad, you cheer me up so how about we go see Mama and see if you can cheer her up, yeah?" Adelia perked up at the idea and quickly wiped her tears.

You walked down to the barrier and got Sam's attention who then began to make her way over, "Hey, munchkin," She said as she reached the two of you, "Hey, y/n/n," She greeted you with a quick kiss and pulled Adelia over the barrier.

Adelia took Sam's face between her chubby little hands and gave Sam a kiss on the nose, "Mama, ok?" Sam nudged her nose into Adelia's cheek which brought out a giggle.

"I will be, thank you chicken." You smiled at your girls.

That night after you and Sam had put Adelia to sleep you were cuddling on the couch, "A was really upset when the whistle rang today, think you've rubbed off on her." You looked up at Sam with a little smirk.

"She is her Mama's girl, isn't she?" Sam smirked back.

You groaned into her chest, "It's not a good thing, Sammy," You giggled.

"Well, she seemed pretty happy when she saw me?" Sam accused defensively.

"Yeah, because of my awesome parenting skills," You countered.

Sam kissed the top of your head and sighed, "You are pretty awesome,"

You sighed contently with her, "I know,"

"Oi, cheeky," She laughed and you distracted her by planting a kiss onto her lips, smiling into the kiss.

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[skipper1331]

Puzzle Piece // Jessie Fleming

a/n: based off this request.

You joined Chelsea in the summer transfer window three seasons ago. Your transfer was one of the best transfers ever. From the French league to the English one. The media went wild, you were known for your incredible talent and the elegance in your playing style. Many clubs wanted you, as well there were many conversations with clubs in different leagues but Chelsea offered the perfect deal which is exactly why you joined the Blues.

It was the right decision.

Everybody was welcoming and kind, they made you feel at home in less than two weeks. It was a plus that you knew Sam already, the Australian who had taken you under her wing the moment you joined the Matildas.

And then there was Jessie, the girl you only knew from Sam‘s stories. She seemed shy at first but when the barrier was broken between the two of you, you discovered her talkative side - a side of her you enjoyed very much. The heart eyes which appeared after some time, noticeable for each teammate.

-

"You like her, don‘t you?“ Sam asked as you leaned against the post.

Caught off guard, denying bubbled out of your mouth, "What?! No! I don‘t like Jessie"

Smirking, she replied, "So how did you know i was talking about her?"

"Because i was looking at her for too long" immediately your hand flew to your mouth, turning with wide eyes to the Australian, "i didn‘t stare, i- um, she-" your attempt to defend yourself fell to deaf ears, the striker already with the widest grin smiling.

-

It was easy to fall for her, so easy. You went through different stages of emotions until realization hit you.

Happy

When did it start? You couldn‘t tell. You had joined Chelsea seasons ago and somehow the freckled girl owned your attention. Being near her made your heart go crazy. With her sweet personality, she made you feel good about yourself and the happiness she brought you, slowly crept through your whole body like a disease - it was a pleasant and joyful state of mind.

It was simple: she made you happy.

Confusion

Why did you feel like that? Your mind was consumed by Jessie.

Do you want to be with her?

Do you want to be her?

or do you want to be her friend?

you didn't know. You wanted to be her friend, but then again you didn‘t, you know? Because how can you simply be friends with someone when everytime you look at them, you're thinking about how much more you really want.

Maybe you wanted everything - you couldn‘t tell.

Vulnerability

Being around Jessie made you feel safe, as if you could let your walls down. You put your heart on the line, even if it meant heartache in the end. She encouraged the most authentic version of yourself to come to the forefront. It scared you. Of course, she didn‘t know anything about your feelings or that she was the one who you felt the most appreciated with. This kind of vulnerability was different compared to the platonic vulnerability - deeper on many ways.

You loved your friends and those special connections but with Jessie, it was different - you couldn‘t tell what was.

Realization

1)

The first realization had hit you in the middle of the night. You were laying in your bed, laptop opened as you stared at the screen.

Am I in love - Test

You‘ve read enough books to know the feeling of being in love but you never experieced it yourself, so was the thing you felt for Jessie really love? Not knowing how to answer you just did the test. You did multiple - each one answering with 'yes'

You were in love with Jessie Fleming, there was no denying - not anymore.

2)

The second realization hit you slowly, over weeks pieces were slowly put together.

piece one: you‘d never stand a chance.

piece two: niamh and Jessie were inseparable - they live together.

piece three: she was Jessie Fleming, why would she ever want to be with you?

piece four: Jess and Niamh were a couple.

It broke your heart when piece four was added to the puzzle - the final realization. All these happy feelings you felt towards Jessie turned into silent admiring, heart aching for the sweet smile and hoping, maybe even praying that she was happy.

from afar.

-

"Why don’t you ask her out?" Sam asked as she threw her arm over your shoulder, pulling you away from the scene. "Why would I?" you asked confused. Jessie had a girlfriend, it was obvious. You wouldn‘t ask a taken lady out. Besides, Niamh was your friend and you would never disrespect her like that.

"She’s clearly in love with you too?!" the striker stated, the two of you still walking. You gave a short sarcastic laugh before you got serious, "no, she isn‘t."

Sam stopped, your body automatically stopping too, "look behind me discreetly. She‘s looking at us, isn‘t she?" you looked over her shoulder slightly, the Canadian girl watching both of you.

You nodded.

"She always does"

"Why? She and Niamh-"

"Please don‘t finish that sentence," the Australian held the bridge of her nose, sighing, "do you think they are a couple?"

nervously, your hand made its way up to your neck, scratching it, "maybe" you mumbled, looking to the ground.

The striker started laughing, your cheeks turning red in embarrassment, "why would you think that?" she asked, still laughing as tears started to roll down her cheeks. "Stop laughing!" you grumbled, hitting her arm, "they live together! What do you expect me to think?"

"You‘re so cute" Sam pinched your cheeks, giggling, "they are friends" she stated, in a more serious tone this time.

"Okay"

-

Even though, you knew now that Niamh and Jess were only friends something felt wrong - which was why you avoided the midfielder. Like always your heart raced at the presence of the Canadian, it just felt different. Your skin would still tingle and your mind would still go crazy but the pieces didn’t fit anymore.

piece one: you‘d never stand a chance, right?

piece two: niamh and Jessie were inseparable - best friends.

piece three: she was Jessie Fleming, why would she ever want to be with you?

piece four: Jessie was single.

It was almost impossible to clear your head with Jess near you, so that‘s why you started to distance yourself. She was your teammate, you would see her either way but the least you could do was to try to bring some distance between the two of you - doing drills with someone else, sitting at lunch next someone else, …

Of course, the midfielder noticed your behavior. She noticed it the moment you sat next to Guro instead of her. She shot you a questioning look and a helpless one to Niamh. Why didn‘t you sit next to her? You always did.

There was a drift in your dynamic which not only got noticed by Jessie herself but the team too. Question marks were written over their faces, what had happened? Usually, there was mutual vibe between the two of you. They were curious yet respected the change.

Sweet girl Jessie did not. She didn‘t like the fact that you didn‘t sit next to her at lunch nor did she like the fact that not more than a few words were exchanged with one another. What happened to the long talking days and nights?

-

"Sam, hey, can- can I talk to you for a moment?" the brunette asked your national teammate as she was about to enter the gym. "Sure, what’s up?"

"Did I do something wrong? With Y/n? She has been avoiding me" she mumbled, cheeks turning red at the mention of your name. Jess had always thought you had a beautiful name.

The striker looked at the girl who looked so small, shy and hurt. "No, you didn’t" Sam admitted. The Australian debated with herself how much she should tell the girl, she didn’t want to stab you in the back, but it was clear that you were building your walls back up - the walls Jess broke down. "She‘s in her head" was the answer she replied with.

"What do you mean?"

"I can’t tell you"

-

At home, the Canadian confronted her best friend. She didn‘t know what to do, she needed help.

"This is so frustrating" Jessie huffed with crossed arms after what felt like hours of talking and discussing the topic with Niamh.

"It isn‘t"

"It is!"

"Close your eyes" the defender requested, "what‘s your favorite colour? Leave your eyes closed" not knowing what else to do the midfielder answered without hesitation.

"yellow"

"What day is today?"

"Tuesday"

"What did you eat for breakfast?"

"Toast"

"Who do you want to kiss?"

"y/n" Jessie answered, her eyes opening in shock, "you tricked me."

"It worked though" the English woman smirked, "ask her out" she encouraged her friend.

With that being said Niamh left Jessie‘s room, the night starting as Jess thought about everything.

-

You sat on the couch, soft music playing in the background as you read your current book. Completely in another universe with your thoughts, you overheard the gentle knock on your front door.

Just as the guest decided to give up the knocking - it seemed like you weren‘t at home, you opened the door. Your hair was loose, fluffy socks, pants and hoodie hugging your body as you held your book in one hand, "oh hi?" you greeted, surprised to see the Canadian in front of your door at such a late hour. "May I come in?" she asked, her voice not too loud.

"Yeah sure" you stepped aside, so she could step in, the brunette looking around. She had been here before and as always it made her feel warm and welcomed, that’s just the way your home was - like you.

"Is everything alright?" you asked while she took a seat on your couch.

"Of course" she replied sweetly, smiling brightly. You didn’t comment that her smile was fake, that it wasn‘t a genuine smile - it didn‘t reach the corner of her eyes nor were her little dimples shown.

She picked up the remote from your coffee table and opened her favorite show on Netflix, "join me, please" she requested gently.

Putting your book aside, you placed yourself next to the midfielder. There was a fair amount of space between the two of you as neither of you sat comfortably on the couch. Both of you sat there somehow stiff and nervous, no more words exchanged. When you laid your hand beside your thigh, perfectly in the middle of the space between you, you didn‘t know what you expected or if you expected anything. You just couldn‘t sit still and stiff anymore on the couch, so you shifted your weight.

Her show was long forgotten when she saw your hand resting close. Should she take it? Could she intertwine your fingers? The tip of her ears had already turned red at the thought of doing it, however her cheeks only turned red when she placed her hand next to yours, inching as close as possible. Now, the sides of your hands were touching, both of your hearts racing, breaths hitching. You looked at her, her gaze fixed on the tv. When she didn‘t look at you like you somehow hoped she would, your stare fell back on the tv.

With a shaky breath, her pinky started to caresses yours before she intertwined them. This time, she looked at you, cheeks her as her breath was uneven. The simple link of your pinkies made your heart go crazy, the pieces twirling around your mind, heart and soul. What was going on? Which piece was the right one? Which one was missing? Was it even the right puzzle?

With a gentle motion, you laced all of your fingers together, your eyes searching for the midfielders.

As you were about to open your mouth, Jessie‘s index finger stopped you, "don’t say anything, close your eyes" she mumbled shyly, yet so determined, "please."

With a bit of hesitation, you followed her gentle demand. While her free hand placed one loose strand of hair back behind your ear, the other one still held yours firmly, both of you enjoying the touch.

Slowly, she inched closer - her breath fanning against your lips, stopping only about an inch away from them, "you drive me crazy" she whispered, "running through my mind all day." she felt so close, her hand cupping your cheek, "I can’t stop thinking about you" and then her lips touched yours, it was a peck, nothing more.

You opened your eyes, staring into the missing piece. Your gaze flicked between her eyes and lips - up and down, down and up. You wanted to feel her lips again, for longer than just a second.

"You are always on my mind" you breathed out, looking at her lips. As a respond, she squeezed your hand, go for it, she told you. And you did, this time with no hesitation. You pressed your mouth against her own, pouring all your emotions into the kiss, the same as Jess did. The kiss was gentle and loving yet passionate - pieces were put together.

When air became a problem, you pulled apart, cheeks crimson red as both of you looked shyly at one another, sheepish smiles covering your faces.

The final piece was found - Jess was in love with you.

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[kerrr420]

ok so i have two nsfw sam kerr wips, one with an oc and one with guro (get if that’s not your vibe) but if you have any requests, send ‘em my way

#sam kerr fanfic