#sam kerr imagines

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bluey and phonecalls

summary ― your son misses sam

pairing ― sam kerr x foord!reader

warning/s ― fluff, mentions of pregnancy

“Mama?” 

Theodore looked up at you, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes as he let out a small yawn. You let out a small ‘coo’ as you ran your fingers through his hair and placing his bowl down in front on him. His younger sister, Hazel, was giggling to herself as she smashed her cut up fruit all over her highchair. 

“Yes baby?” 

“Where’s mummy? I wanna watch Bluey with her?” 

It was no secret that the last few months have been pretty hectic for your growing family. Sam helping Chelsea win the FA Women’s cup and then moving straight onto getting for the World Cup. During all that madness Theo had celebrated his fourth birthday and you had found out your were expecting yours and Sam’s third child. 

With all that, Theo had started to notice that Sam wasn’t around as much but still didn’t quite grasp why. Sam was currently at training getting ready for their game against Denmark. After being put on the bench due to her calf playing up, Sam had made it her mission to enure she would be back on that field as fast a possible and as much as you knew how important this World Cup was for her and the team, you couldn’t help but feel sad. Your children were missing out on spending time with their mummy and you were missing out on spending time with your wife. 

“She’s at training baby, but we’re gonna go watch her play tonight with Nana!” You let excitement fill your voice, knowing that the uplifting tone would get him more excited for tonight. 

“With Aunty Cat-Cat?” A smile fills your lips, as you run your fingers through his hair once again before placing a kiss on the top of his forehead. “Yeah baby, Aunty Cailtin will be there too!” 

It was no secret that Sam was his favourite person in the whole wide world, from the second he could kick in your womb, it was very clear that Sam was his person. Her adore everything she did, whether it was kick game-winning goals or flip pancakes in the morning - Theo didn’t care, she could do no wrong. The pair were two peas in a pod, Theo demanding that Sam teach him anything and everything about football (which, of course she loved). 

Although Sam was his everything, there was one other person on this planet that Theo loved almost as much, your sister, Miss Caitlin Foord. Whether it was the football or the fact that she spoils him rotten anytime she’s around he loved her. 

“Can they come over now mama? I just wanna watch one show” His small voice breaks your heart a little, his plead with those big brown eyes starring up at you. A small frown appears on your face, as you shake your head “I’m sorry baby, they’re busy at the moment but we can still watch it together?” 

He lets out a small okay, as he takes a few bites of cereal. Hazel let out a squeal as she continued to bang on the highchair, your attention turning away from Theo and onto her. 

“Oh my goodness! Look at my messy baby” Hazel giggles even louder as you make your way over to her - wiping off the fruit and picking her out of her highchair. A small grunt leaving your lips - your pregnant belly making it difficult for you to hold onto her. 

“Mama be careful!” Theo jumping down from his chair and running towards you - his arms up, ready to take Hazel out of your arms. “It’s okay baby, I got this”. You made your way, slowly, to the living room - Theo watching your every move (just like his mother). 

You placed Hazel in her play pen, before settling yourself down on the couch next to your son. 

“How bout we watch some bluey together? Would that be okay?” You watched Theo think about it for a few seconds, his eyebrows frowning for a second before he nods his head. “Okay mama, we do that” 

You let out a small laugh as you pull him closer to you and place another kiss on his forehead. Bringing the blanket from next to you over both your bodies, Theo got himself comfortable around your bump - his little hand placed right where Sam would normally have it. The sound of the Bluey intro was enough to pull his attention away as you pulled out your phone - clicking on Sam’s contact. 

yn; hey baby, you busy? 

You bring your attention over to Hazel for a few seconds, would was happily playing in her pen with all the toys your mum and sisters had spoilt her with when you had arrived back in Australia. 

The buzz of your phone takes your attention away. 

sam; having a break for some food

sam; i got about 15 minutes

yn; hows your calf? 

sam; much better

sam; the physio did wonders on it 

sam; reckon i could be playing tonight 

yn: that’s so good baby!

yn: we’ll be in the crowd cheering you on

sam; my favourite thing in the world 

sam; did you see what i left out for you to wear tonight? 

yn: the jersey with foord on it? 

sam; funny. 

sam; last i remember the ring on your finger means youre a kerr now 

yn: i love you mrs kerr

sam; that what i thought 

yn: you nervous ? 

sam; a little 

sam; i wanna do right by the team

sam; and i feel like i’ve let everyone down the past couple of games 

yn: you haven’t baby

yn: I promise 

sam; how’s the kids going? Not giving you trouble are they?

yn: nah

yn: they’re being good

yn: Theo is missing you lots though 

yn: he wanted to watch bluey with you 

sam; my poor little man

sam; give me a second and i’ll call 

yn: okay, i love you 

sam; i love you too 

You turned your attention back to the screen, the intro of a new episode was playing, Theo’s attention glued onto his favourite show. The intro hadn’t even finished before your phone started ringing, Sam’s name flashing across the screen. 

“Baby look! It’s mummy!” Theo’s face lit up, the phone leaving your grip in an instant. 

“Hi Mummy!” Theo squealed, his body jumping up and down with excitement. The loud squeals were enough to set Hazel off, wanting to be apart of whatever she felt she was missing out on. You triple check that Theo was okay on the couch before getting yourself off the couch. 

“Hi Baby! Whatcha doing?” You hear Sam’s voice follow through the speakers as Hazel claps her hands and looks up at you. Picking her up once again, a small grunt leaving your lips brings the attention of both your wife and first child. 

“Mama!” 

“Love?” 

“I’m okay!” you assure them both as you bring you and Hazel back to the couch, your daughter squealing once again once she sees Sam on the phone. 

“What are you guys doing?” Sam asks once again, both kids attention completely on the phone screen. 

“Watching Bluey with mama” Sam lets out a small chuckle, as you shake your head in the background. You and Sam had seen every single bluey episode there was. It being a fan favourite in your household (and the main attraction for the 24 hour plane trip from London to Sydney). 

“That sounds fun! Have you been looking after our girls for me bubs?” Theo nodded his head, with a very serious look on his face. Your heart beating just that little bit faster. Sam was very protective over her family, which your son had noticed and of course copied. 

“Of course mummy! I even helped mummy get Hazel ready” 

You nodded your head in agreement, as you placed a kiss on the back of his head before adding “He did. Such a good big boy aren’t you baby”. 

You catch the sound of Sam’s teammates in the background, already knowing that Sam would need to say her goodbyes soon enough. Looking down into your arms, Hazel was fast asleep. 

“Are you coming home soon?” His little voice breaks both yours and Sam’s hearts, knowing this wasn’t going to end well. 

“I’m sorry baby, i’m at training getting ready for tonight’s game” You could see Theo’s shoulders drop in disappointment, Sam noticing as well. “But! But baby, you and mama and Hazel are coming to watch us tonight so i’ll get to see you really really soon at the stadium. How does that sound huh?” 

You could see that Theo was torn between his emotions, the noise of the matidlas getting louder and you could see Sam watching Theo - waiting for his response. “We watch bluey together tomorrow?” He shyly asks, looking between you and the phone. 

“Of course baby! We can watch Bluey all day long tomorrow, but only if your promise to look after mama for me tonight and cheer for us!” 

Yet again, Theo nodded his head with purpose, these new ‘comands’ practically written in stone for your son. “I will mummy, I’ll cheer the loudest” 

“I know you will baby, but look. I need to go back to training but I can’t wait to see you tonight okay. I love you so much” 

“I love you mummy” 

“Love you Sam” you add on, as she blows you both a kiss before the call disconnects. 

Theo waits a few seocnds after the call to end before turning his body towards yours “Mama”

“Yes baby” 

“Can we wait Bluey until we go watch mummy play” 

This was going to be a long day.

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— Sam Kerr x reader

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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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That's how it's done (Sam Kerr x Reader)

A/n requested

The moment she strikes it, you know it's going in. The curl, the technique, the fact it was struck with such confidence despite being 30 metres out.

It curls perfectly, firing far past Cata Coll's outstretched glove, the net rippling with the full force of Sam's power shot.

1-0 to Australia. And just twenty minutes left of regulation time.

They'd been waiting months to see this, and you had to agree. Of course, it was never an expectation, only a hope and complete and utter faith in Sam and her teammates to take the world cup by storm.

Your screams and cheers are drowned out by the crowd around, the seventy-five thousand or so other people cheering just as loud for the star forward of the Matildas.

You were heartbroken for her when you found out about her calf. She'd called you the night before, tearfully whispering into the phone.

"I'm not gonna get to play for the first two games."

"What, why? What happened?"

"My calf, I got careless, and I tweaked it."

Your heart broke at not being able to be with her, to not be able to comfort her in person.

She held it together well for the others, but you knew it was killing her not being out there on the pitch.

So when she made her comeback, you were elated and more than happy to watch your girl run around on the pitch, free as ever and doing the work she loves the most.

The moment the goal is in, she's off in a run, slamming fist to her chest over the crest. Her teammates follow and when she spots you in the crowd, she takes off quickly towards you.

Her arms wrap around you, and without even questioning it, her lips meet yours hard.

Sam's grinning wide, her eyes shining with unshed tears as she pulls away from you.

"That's how it's fucking done, baby!" You yell out to her as she backs up.

The crowd around you are losing their minds. You hadn't been out to the world yet. It was something you'd both discussed but ultimately left it to finish with the World Cup first, not wanting to deal with the media behind it and any pressure it may add to your relationship.

You watch as she quickly returns to the lineup, but not without one last glance in your direction, a cheeky wink and salute, and one final wave to the crowd.

Of course, it got a little painful to watch her get her legs taken out from under every other minute. You winced every time she hit the turf, and as the ninety-minute mark crept, she had a harder and harder time getting up.

It's in the dying minutes of stoppage time that Spain gets their last and only chance to score. One corner is all it could take. You wait, tensing in your spot on the edge of your seat. The ball is sent in, and as expected, Mackenzie catches it, quickly running and sending a high and far lobbed ball to just end the game with.

What you don't expect is how far. It goes more astray than the Spanish were expecting, and Cata Coll, having moved into the opposing penalty box in hopes of scoring, is too far from her line to defend.

It flys far over the heads of the Spanish. And ricochets into the spanish net?

The looks of disbelief in the Australians' eyes are hysterical, and the celebrations are enormous as they all jump on their equally disbelieving keeper.

Mackenzie Arnold, first keeper to score in a World Cup final.

First ever goal from near the baseline of the opposing team. Your family around you are losing their minds, the crowd can hardly believe it themselves.

The whistle blows, not seconds after the game is reset. The Australians drop to their knees, some jumping up and down, sprinting to the group of their teammates now flooding the field.

They did it. They actually fucking did it. They won it all. At home. They won the fucking World Cup in Australia.

Your shoulders are shaken by several hands as you jump up and down beside Sam's siblings and her nephews.

You watch as Sam just collapses to her knees on the pitch, arms up, hands behind her head in what you assume to be utter relief and elation.

With the weight of the whole country behind them, you don't blame her.

You've seen how hard she works, you know how far she aims, you've been there on the tearful nights, the screaming and crying and release of bottled up emotion and tension from the pressure of the world on her shoulders.

So when she lets go of it all, tears stream down her face as the others scream and yell and cheer and bounce around in excitement, you expect it.

You're thankful she finally can let go of it all.

The stress, the tears, the expectation. It's all done.

The roar of the crowd around is insane. The sound drowning out any remnants of the outside world.

You watch as Sam gets dogpiled on, her teammates landing on her, screaming into her ears after the winning shot she scored. Cheering and yelling for their captain. Mackenzie is eventually yanked into her own pile.

The moment of pride you feel, one you've always felt in the past with Sam, is one of astronomical amounts now. Having the Kerr name splayed across your back, one day, splayed across the line of your marriage certificate and every other important document. Attached to your social media, attached to your name coming from people's mouths.

The green and gold jersey you're wearing has never felt more at home on you than now.

You've never been more proud of your girl for the comeback, the return, the firing up, the moment she achieved what she's been aiming for since she first kicked a soccer ball.

For completing a lifelong dream. Winning a World Cup. You were just along for the ride. And you'd never been happier to do so.

The players finally pull off her, standing up and separating to go about their own celebrations, a few moving to comfort the Spanish players, to which your hearts does break for quire a few of them.

You'd worked as a physio in Barcelona for four years for the FC Barca femini. You knew many of the girls well and as happy as you were for your country and your girlfriend. You were upset for the girls of La Roja too.

Seeing one of your best friends, Alexia, in tears, crouched with her head hung towards the ground, stung quite a bit. You were proud of them for coming this far, for doing it in spite of the asshole on the side of the pitch.

As much as your heart was torn between the two, your girl will forever have your heart first.

You'd met after her stint in Camp Nou for the champions league, and a few times after that when they versed each other. You eventually started dating after a Barca v Chelsea game in England.

Two years passed, and you made the move to London, taking up a position in a physiotherapy office, which you coincidentally came to find was the one her national teammate worked in while she was in London. Caitlin Foord.

You became fast friends, and now watching your other best friend win her first ever medal at a World Cup was just as ecstatic and elating.

As the celebrations continue, you spot Sam jogging over to the family and friends section. You step aside to let her nephews see her, but she isn't going for them. She strides right up to you instead.

"Baby, I'm so fucking proud of-"

You're cut off with a small squeak.

Her hands grip the collar of the jersey around you and pull you nearly over the barrier and into her. With one final questioning look in her eyes and a nod from you, your lips meet, of course she asks this time.

You can't stop yourself from grinning into the kiss, and it seems neither can she.

With all of the emotions flying, it doesn't surprise you that she's chosen now to reveal you to the world as hers. She's always been fiercly protective of you, not to mention a little possessive despite her usually laid back, playful nature.

So, presenting your relationship to the world was something she'd been thinking about doing for a while, but it was never the right time and she didn't want to add on to the stress of the looming World Cup, but now here you were, and here she was. World Cup winner.

And right now, in this moment, with the love she's pouring into the kiss, which you return with equal fervour, you're content with whatever outcome may happen after this.

When you break for air, she lets you relax a little the uncomfortable feeling of a barrier between the two of you getting to be a little much on your hips, which are protesting at the concrete constricting against them by now.

Your arms wrap around her, pulling her close to you, burying your nose into her neck as tears start to fall again.

You hold her for just a minute, and you feel the tension leaving her, her muscles relax as she just breathes you in.

She whispers in your ear, her breath hot on your neck and her voice a little shaky but otherwise makes you shiver slightly.

"You know, I don't think I tell you enough how much I enjoy seeing my last name between your shoulder blades."

You go to reply, but you're broken apart by her very insistent but adorable nephews, nearly climbing the barrier to get their favourite aunt.

Her sister gives you both a slightly apologetic look, but you instantly wave her off, happy to let the boys give the girl some love, too.

She steps away from the barrier, lifting them both up in her arms and walking back onto the pitch with them.

"Damn, they might actually steal my girl from me."

You joke, her sister chuckling and her older brother, Daniel, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

"Yeah, don't worry, they steal Natasha from me when they visit too. They're too adorable for their own good."

"I'd be blissfully happy to let them have her honestly, she's so good with them."

Your heart races at the thought of your own kids in her arms someday.

Her sister Maddi nudges you softly.

"Watch those ovaries, they might burst."

You chuckle softly and give her a little nudge back.

"Yeah, they did that months ago. I love the way she is with them. Or just with kids in general, she's always so good to them."

"Thinking of some of your own some day?"

"I am. That's for certain. It's up to her, though. She's the one with an elusive career. I don't think we're ready right now, but maybe someday. If we do, I think I'd like them to see her get to hang up her cleats at the very least, witness their Mama's achievements."

Her sister just smiles down at you, a knowing look on her face.

"Think you'll marry her soon?"

You laugh a little at that.

"I hope so. She's got the ring buried in her gym bag. She's not as slick as she likes to think she is. But I'm happy to wait as long as it takes her to do it. Though, then again, I might propose myself in the meantime. I don't think my ovaries can take any more."

You gesture to Sam, throwing one of the boys in the air, making them laugh and squeal slightly before moving to kick a ball around with them.

"Honestly, if you don't, I think half the women in Australia would do it for you."

"Ha, make that half the women on planet earth. Have you seen some of the stuff they've tagged her in?"

"Yeeeah, I try not to. People thirsting over my sister is funny as hell but also gross. No thanks."

You throw your head back in a laugh.

"As expected."

Levi, Sam's other brother, pops his head in between you with a confused look on his.

"People do what over Sam?"

You give him a slightly incredulous look.

"Thirsting. Thirst over her? Really? You don't know?"

He shakes his head, a little weirded out.

"Your sister has been like, a few million gay womens' awakenings, did you not know that?"

"Uh, no, it's not exactly on the forefront of my mind."

You giggle and pat his cheek.

"You poor sweet innocent thing, don't ever change, whatever you do, don't look her up on tiktok. Or any social media for that matter. She made the mistake of doing it once. The look in her eye when I told her I used to be the one to browse that stuff too was freaking hilarious."

Maddi raises a brow at you.

"As far as I'm aware, you still do it, so you don't have a leg to stand on here."

You cackle at that.

"Hey, I'm not the one that makes them. I'm otherwise very happy to see slow-motion videos of my girlfriend's shirtless celebrations and backflips from the 2022 season."

Levi scrunches his nose.

"Gross."

You simply pat his shoulder and turn back to watch Sam and the award ceremony, watch as they all receive their medals, and as the confetti drops from the ceiling and out through the confetti cannons.

The screams of celebration and the shower of champagne afterwards are enormous. At that, you see the staff who are minding the two little toddlers take a few steps back with thema nd you chuckle softly.

She does eventually return the two boys to their mother, medal proudly splayed over her neck, and gives you one final kiss and hug, and you give her your congratulations before you all have to leave to head back to your hotels.

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The afterparty is enormous, and you'd forgone showering and changing in favour of getting to see Sam quicker.

The music is blasting through your eardrums, and you have to take a few shots to try and numb it down a bit and by the time the team arrives, it looks like they've already had a few drinks themselves.

Sam is one of the last through the door, walking in to cheers from the crowd of friends, family and other invited guests.

Your breath hitches when you spot her. The suit jacket and untucked button down paired with black slacks and her air force 1s make her usual 10, though now increased with the levels of tequila you just downed, turn into much higher attraction levels.

A few minutes of watching her as she makes her way around the room, accepting congratulations, hugs, and chances to have a drink with friends, she finds you.

You give her a small wink and cheer your cup mid-air at her as she makes eye contact with you, still enveloped in conversation with one of the managers from Football Australia. She, to your astonishment, knowing how bad some of the higher ups get, manages to excuse herself and slip past the incessant suits to move to you, leaning against the bar.

Her grip quickly finds your hips, wasting no time to have her hands on you once again.

"Hi, my champion."

"Hey, Gorgeous." The tone of her voice is definitely slightly slurred, and you know they hit it hard in the locker room so it's a little more obvious to you.

"How are you feeling?"

Her expression changes to giddy smile.

"Amazing, like I'm walking on air here."

You down the last of the vodka soda you have beside you.

"Good, because you're coming with me."

You drag her by the hand onto the half packed dance floor, slipping in between an already drunk Alanna and Macca and a hyped up Kyra and Charlie.

The music swirls around you as you quickly join the dancing people around you. Sam stands behind you, hands landing on your waist and moving with you. Her hips meet yours in a shameless grind, and your arm comes up to pull her head down into your neck, her lips tracing the muscle on their own accord.

Exhilaration of the win settles in your chests amongst the dancing bodies of the Matildas teammates, and the thumping vibrations of the beat rattle your ears.

Her breath is hot on your neck, murmuring words of encouragement as you rock back against her.

The rest of the night turns to a blur as you party with the team into the early hours of the morning.

It's just a few hours later when Sam's hand grabs your wrist, tugging you away from the rest of the girls. You'd moved to dance with Caitlin just ten minutes previously, sharing several bottles of champagne between the two of you, the alcohol only piling onto your own intoxication.

The girl was all too happy to drink the night away with her best friend.

You whine softly when Sam pulls you away from said best friend, Caitlin mildly protesting as well, but seeing the look in her captain's eyes, just raises her hands in defeat.

Though she does wiggle her brows suggestively at you when she sees the rest of Sam's expression, which is locked on you. You giggle and give her a joking salute as you're walked away from the dance floor.

You're dragged out of the party and around the corner to an alley, your back pressed into the brickwork.

The kiss following has your head spinning, and your girlfriends hands waist no time slipping under the front of your her jersey.

"Fuck, I can't get you in that jersey out of my head baby."

A mischievous smirk crosses your lips as she pulls back enough to mouth at your throat.

"Yeah? The thought of me with your last name on my back, huh? Like it when I'm labelled yours?"

A growl rumbles in the back of her throat.

"You have no idea."

You chuckle and tug her back up to your mouth again.

"Take me back the hotel and show me?"

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The beeping of an alarm the next morning makes your head throb, and you bury your face into the pillow below you with a groan.

The noise is quickly cut off, however, and a similar groan to your own joins the air of the hotel room.

Your eyes barely crack open, the spinning in your head setting in as you look around at the all too bright white walls mixed with the familiar bottle green of your girlfriend's national team uniform.

"Fucking christ babe, why the alarm at this hour?"

Sam barely responds from her spot buried beneath the covers beside you, her grumbling into her own pillow.

You shuffle across the mattress, moving to stand, but a hand on your wrist pulls you back. A soft whine from the forwards mouth makes you turn back to her.

"Stay, I don't have to be up til eight."

Knowing better, you check your phone on the bedside.

You curse suddenly, the night before a smatter of memories and ecstasies. As far as you could guess, you'd say it's only been about three hours since the two of would have hit the sack finally.

"Babe, it's 8:10. You definitely have to get up."

She's silent for a second, knowing you'd caught her bullshitting but doesn't move. You sigh softly and move closer to her.

"Alright, five more minutes, but we have to get up, we really don't want your teammates coming knocking again."

She hums and moves, so you're tucked into her chest, arm draped over your waist once again.

The warmth soothes your head a bit, and the nausea settles for now as you wrap yourself up in her.

You're happy to stay in the loving embrace for now. Lord knows she deserves the rest.

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Sorry guys, they're kinda getting worse, I am trying to keep them simple without rambling too long like I tend to do 😅

I'm taking my time with them though.

Hope y'all enjoyed.

#woso #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader #sam kerr x reader #sam kerr imagines #sam kerr imagine

[greynatomy]

here’s to another year!

sam kerr x reader

wanted to write something for our girlfriend for her little birthday.

-grey

———

It’s currently seven o’clock on a beautiful Sunday morning. You carefully lift your wife’s arm off of your waist, replacing it with your pillow as you slowly get out of bed. You wife immediately wrapping the pillow tighter, burying her face into it.

You softly walk out the room and to your kitchen when you see two surprises waiting for you there.

“G’moring, Mummy!” “Morning!” Your five year old daughter and two year old son greet you.

“Alright, let’s keep our voices down okay? Don’t wanna wake Mama up.”

“Okay.” Annie whispers, Sammy copying her.

“Do you guys know what today is?”

“Uhhhh, no.” You daughter smiles cheekily.

“It’s Mama’s birthday today, so we need to make her a special birthday breakfast.”

The three of you- well more like you and two observers- start making this special breakfast as quiet as possible to not wake Sam up. It took longer than usual even with the extra hands, but you were now playing everything and putting them on a tray.

“Wanna pour Mama’s juice baby?” Your daughter nods, carefully pouring the orange juice in a glass. “Okay. You’re gonna be bringing this to Mama so be extra careful.”

“Okay, Mummy.”

Picking up the tray, you head to yours and your wife’s shared bedroom, both kids trailing behind. Kicking the door open, you place the tray down on your vanity table, same with the juice, and help you children on the bed.

“Time to wake Mama up. Be gentle.”

Sammy has always been a Mama’s boy, so he doesn’t waste any time climbing on top of Sam, placing his head on her chest, cuddling into her. Annie on the other hand was your mini-me. She places her small hands on both of Sam’s cheeks squishing them together, like she always sees you do.

“Mama! Wake up!” She whisper-yells.

Sam slightly moves, lightly pushes your daughter away and trying to pull the comforter over her head, but couldn’t as your son was laying on top of it.

“Mama that was mean!” Annie pouts her arms crosses over her chest.

“Mama mean!” Sammy echoes.

“Mama! You have to wake up it’s your birthday!”

You see Sam’s lips twitch up, telling you she is now awake.

“I’m up, I’m up.” She sits up, stretching her arms over her head, looking at you all. You grab the tray off your vanity and carefully place it on the bed. “Woah! Is this all for me?”

“We help Mummy cook for you. Happy birthday Mama!”

“You did?” Receiving nods, she opens her arms out. “Come here. Give Mama a cuddle.” Sam kisses both of their heads, telling them to dig into the breakfast, finally turning her attention to you. “Hey, love.”

“Hi.” You whisper, not wanting to disturb the peace while you children are stuffing their faces with food. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you. Come here, I still need my birthday kisses.”

“Kisses you say? Not just one kiss?”

“It’s my birthday. You have to do what I say.”

“Okay, princess.” You tease, but lean down to give her a kiss anyway.

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💋 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐫 💋 ~ 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘴

~ 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @iinsertblognamee

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~ 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘴 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @sunsetkerr

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘢𝘧𝘭𝘸!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @futfemfantasies

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘢𝘴!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @katiemccabesdesciple

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @wileys-russo

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵

~ 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @iinsertblognamee

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 ( ? ) , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘯 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @inuyashaluver

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @pixiesfz

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘢𝘴!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 , 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 , 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘺

~ 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘴 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @iinsertblognamee

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? ~ 𝐛𝐲 @iinsertblognamee

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @chaosology

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺 , 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘺 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @greynatomy

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @woso-dreamzzz

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘬𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘴 𝘹 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 + 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @greynatomy

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @futfemfantasies

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘢𝘴!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 , 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘺

~ 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘢 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @iinsertblognamee

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @sunsetkerr

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @chaosology

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @maxsimagination

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @sunshine-theseus

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥

~ 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @sunsetkerr

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @chaosology

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @yeeterthek33per

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

~ 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 ~ 𝐛𝐲 @pixiesfz

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

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[hilaisheard]

hiii 🙈

know a lot of people are on the hunt for sam kerr fics so thought I’d drop the introduction to mine

haven’t written anything like this in years and I’m so unfamiliar with how it all works now but if people enjoy the concept I’ll continue.

#sam kerr #sam kerr x reader #sam kerr imagines #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso fanfics

[etherealstar-writes]

I WANNA BE YOURS | WOSO X READER | PT 15

pairings: woso x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: fifteen

part one here

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THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ nahhh that's it i'm quitting this job tillies my baes you guys hiring? 🙏

stairway NOOOO Y/N IM SOO SORRY

willybum Y/N NO

elton ABSOLUTELY NOT

kyra ABSOLUTELY YES

cha cha YESSS WE WELCOME YOU WITH OPEN ARMS

stephy of course! 🥰

the REAL karate kid NAHHH

neev WE DIDNT MEAN TOO Y/N WE'RE REALLY SORRY

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ NO YOU GUYS ARE NOT

meado what did you guys do this time

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

stairway it was nothing!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ NOTHING?!

willybum did you just make a meme of me ....

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ i've made memes of all of you BUT THAT IS NOT THE POINT RN i hate you all except lotte i love you you're the only lioness i'll support

tom holland's twin while i really appreciate that pls don't leave me with these idiots 🥺🙏

meado waittt i wasn't part of all this why hate meee

earpsy yeah i wasn't there either why do we gotta suffer tho

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ MARY you not being there was what caused this torture and suffering in the first place 😭😭

keira i'm so out of the loop rn

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ SO THESE IDIOTS THOUGHT I'D BE GREAT FOR TARGET PRACTICE IN GOALS AND SHOVED ME IN THE BATTLEFIELD WITHOUT MY CONSENT ME WHOS THE OPPOSITE OF ATHLETIC GOT ABUSED BCUZ OF THEM ALL only lotte being the angel she is helped me

willybum it wasn't even that badddd

stairway yeahh you're being kinda dramatic

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ WASNT EVEN THAT BAD?! EXCUSE YOU I HAVE A CONCUSSION BCUZ OF YOU GUYS AND A MASSIVE BUMP ON MY HEAD AND YOURE CALLING ME DRAMATIC?!

tom holland's twin yeah it was a nasty bump ngl y'all knocked out her braincells

elton i mean to be fair she kinda didn't have many braincells to begin with anyway ....

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ SPEAK FOR YOURSELF THATS ITTT TILLIES YALL MY NUMBER ONE MY MAIN MY HOMELAND

the REAL karate kid

willybum NOOO NOT THEMMM WE SHOULD BE YOUR NUMBER ONE

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ WELL YOU SHOULDVE THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE YALL ATTACKED ME AFTER EVERYTHING IVE DONE FOR YALL AND THIS IS HOW YOU GUYS REPAY ME?!

kyra charli and i are coming to get ya rn from these losers we're on our way

stairway WHO YOU CALLING LOSERS?!

willybum this is unacceptable

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

willybum

the REAL karate kid

neev NAHH WE'LL WAGE WAR

kyra

come at me you colonisers

tom holland's twin NAHH NOT COLONISERS 😭😭

stairway WE WILL

cha cha imma bring in the big guns

cha cha added brick wall, ford, lani and sammy the skippa

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

OMG MORE AUSSIES AYEE

cha cha um that photo .... anyway macca cait lani protect y/n at all costs

brick wall

aye aye

lani on it!

ford okay!

sammy the skippa um what is happening rn

stephy all you need to know is that we gotta protect y/n from the lionesses

sammy the skippa

neev we got our own big guns lucy millie mary rach need ya rn

earpsy here!

brightness yes.

daily i was summoned

rusty metal yeah?

kyra well WEVE GOT MCCABE KATIE MCCABE

the REAL karate kid WHAT?!

willybum SINCE WHEN WAS MCCABE WITH YOU GUYS?!

brick wall since always?

stephy yeah katie's an honorary aussie

meado katie?!

mccard yeah i am

elton WELL WEVE GOT ONA ISNT THAT RIGHT?

rusty metal ona?

ona well ..... i'm afraid to tell you that we spaniards have formed an alliance with the aussies

kie THE BETRAYAL 😭😭

willybum what is this blasphemy

tom holland's twin wait isn't spain also a coloniser tho ....

stairway oh yeahhh that's hypocritical of you

ona shhhhhhh

kyra

cha cha well y/n is successfully ours

willybum ABSOLUTELY NOT

neev WE'LL GET HER BACK JUST YOU WAIT

stairway YEAH WERE COMING FOR YOU KANGAROO RIDERS

samma the skippa

what are you all gonna do? drown us in your cup of teas?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ DAMN yall got violated haha

the REAL karate kid

neev i cannot believe this just happened 😔😭

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[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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How could you? | Alessia Russo

"Baby, stop it. You know we've got training." You said, giggling as your wife pressed kisses all over your face and nose.

"We'll make up an excuse. I just wanna stay with you today." Alessia mumbled into your neck, and you stroked her hair.

It had been harder recently, your relationship had been tested.

Alessia played for Arsenal, and you played for Chelsea.

Both teams were definitely not a good mix, but you and Alessia were.

You had been together for three years.

Both of you had met when Alessia moved to Manchester United. Within just a few weeks of knowing one another, you were already a power couple.

You'd asked her out for dinner after two weeks, and the following week, she asked you to be her girlfriend.

Before long, you became the power couple in women's football.

Everyone you knew would say you have a fairytale romance.

Meeting at perfect times in your life, falling in love with each other after only three weeks, and then getting married. It really was like you were in a fairytale.

Over the summer, you both made the decision to leave Manchester United.

You were offered a place at Chelsea, whilst Alessia was offered a place at Arsenal.

It wasn't ideal, but you wanted to play for Chelsea, and she wanted to play for Arsenal.

You learnt to deal with it though. Yes, you barely saw each other, but you made up for it on days off.

It was hard though, you couldn't deny it.

Sometimes, just like this morning, you wanted to just stay cuddled up to her, being as close as possible.

"Five more minutes. Please." Your wife looked up at you, pleading with her eyes.

"Five more minutes. I need to shower before I go to training so five at max." You tell her, placing a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear.

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"Y/N, can I talk to you quickly?" Sam asked you, clearly hesitant.

You looked at your captain, wondering what she wanted to talk to you about.

Sam was like a big sister to you, she had taken you under her wing when you joined Chelsea.

"Of course." You replied, getting up from your seat and following her outside the room, getting a bit more privacy from your teammates. "What's up?"

"Over the international break, I overheard Kyra talking to mini about Alessia. I'm so sorry, Y/N. I wish I didn't have to tell you this." Sam looked down at the ground. It was as if she couldn't look you in the eye.

"Sammy, what is it? You're worrying me." You said, thoughts clouding your mind.

"Kyra said she slept with less. I don't know if it's true or not, but that's what Kyra said. I'm sorry, Y/N/N." Sam revealed, resting a hand on your arm, rubbing it comfortingly.

Tears ran down your face as you stood there in silence.

You didn't know what to do.

How could Alessia, your lessi, your wife, do this to you?

You walked away from Sam, you walked away from your teammates, jumping in your car before driving home.

You were fuming.

Once you arrived home, you entered your house. Your house that already held so many memories of you and Alessia.

In the hallway, was a framed photograph of you and Alessia on your wedding day.

The anger took over your body and you threw your keys at the photo, the glass shattering, just like your heart.

You sat down on the sofa, emotions taking over as tears streamed down your face.

The familiar white merc appeared on the driveway, and the sound of keys in the door echoed through the house.

"Baby, I'm home!" Alessia shouted through, but she was welcomed with silence. "Baby? Where are you? And why is there glass on the floor? Y/N, you're scaring me. Where are you?"

"How could you?" Your voice broke, as you appeared in the hallway, facing Alessia.

"How could I what? What's wrong, love? Why are you crying?" Alessia moved towards you, immediately wrapping you in a hug. You tensed at her touch, hating the fact that you couldn't hug her back.

"Kyra? You said she was like a sister to you. You cheated on me less. You slept with Kyra." You said, realisation appearing on Alessia's face.

"Baby—" Alessia began but you quickly cut her off.

"—Don't call me that."

"Y/N, we didn't mean to. I was drunk, she was drunk. It was a drunken mistake. I regret it so much. Listen to—" Alessia tried to explain but her words went in one ear and came out the other ear.

"—Was this the night you said you stayed at Leah's?" You asked her, curious to see if she had lied to you.

She gently nodded her head, and you shook yourscin disbelief.

"I can't fucking believe this. You didn't think to look down at the wedding ring on your hand. Fuck you, Alessia. Actually, fuck this. This is over. I'm going." You took your wedding ring off, handing to Alessia, who stood there, tears running down her cheeks, and stormed up the stairs.

You began packing bags, before a small knock was heard.

"Y/N, you have to believe me. We were both so drunk." Alessia attempted to justify her actions.

"It's all bullshit, Alessia. If you regret it so much then why did you do it in the first place. I fell in love with you because you were kind, you were generous, you were loyal. I guess I was wrong about that last one. Niamh said I could stay at hers. Have fun with Cooney-Cross." You told her, walking past her, towards the stairs. "Oh, and Alessia, just so you know, you've really fucking hurt me. I just hope the sex was worth it."

"Y/N, please—" Alessia tried to stop you as you opened the door.

"Bye, Alessia."

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you have a what?

summary ― the matildas find out who the mysterious girl in the lobby is here for

pairing ― sam kerr x reader

warning/s ― fluff, illusions to smut

Sam pulled out her phone from her bag as the team slowly made their way into the changing rooms. A smile lit up her face as she notices the text message waiting for her. 

I’m in the lobby, love you lots xoxo

She sent off a quick ‘coming soon’ text before dropping her phone down and wiping some of the sweat off her face. 

“Yo! Did anyone get a look at the hot girl in the lobby?” Hayley asked as she walked towards her locker. Sam smirked to herself as she started to change her socks and put on her shoes. 

“Who do you think she is?” Kyra wondered, the room now filled with the rest of the team - all engaged in the conversation of the mysterious girl. 

“I think I might just go and find out after we get changed,” Charlotte said, a smirk on her face as she wiggled her eyebrows - the team giving out cat calls in response. Sam couldn’t help but shake her head with laughter, they had no clue. 

“I mean, she’s probably one of the trainer's girlfriends or something,” Lydia says, calming the crowd just a little bit. Hayley doesn’t enjoy the comment, turning her body around to face Lydia as she asks “Well? Who do you think she’s here for?”. 

“I don’t know but she’s wearing some of our training gear so she obviously knows someone here - and I know what a woman in love looks like”. 

Hayley shakes her head, a cheeky grin slapped on her face. “I don’t believe that,” she teases, Caitlin sporting a very similar one on her face. 

“I have a girlfriend - I know the look” Lydia tried to point out. 

“So you tell us, but we’ve never seen your girl” Caitlin taunts, both Hayley and her letting out giggles as Lydia opens and closes her mouth twice before responding once more.  

“She’s literally my phone background!” 

“Could be anyone” Katrina joins in, Lydia only shaking her head at the midfielder. 

“You’ve met her, Katrina” 

“You can’t prove anything,” Katrina teased. Sam was quietly enjoying the conversation around her as she grabbed the rest of her gear. Slipping her bag over her shoulder and did a quick double-check to see if she left anything behind. 

“See you girls tomorrow!” Sam calls out, a few ‘see you’s’ were thrown in but Sam was too concentrated on getting to the lobby as fast as she can. The walk to the lobby wasn’t too far, and as Sam rounded the corner her smile widened as you stood to greet her. Looking you up and down, Sam couldn’t help but feel pride when she noticed you were wearing one of her old training jumpers - if Lydia had paid more attention she would have noticed ‘Kerr’ writing on the back. 

“You changed out of your gear?” you questioned as Sam walked up to you - her arms resting on your hips as she pulls you in for a kiss.

“It was all sweaty, love” Sam insisted, a grin showing on her face as she watches you frown just a little bit. You’re bottom lip popping out - it made her want to kiss you even more. So she did. 

“The hot girl is your girlfriend?” Hayley calls out, the shout broke the two of you apart as Sam turned her head over her shoulder to catch her whole team watching the pair of you. Her hands are still placed on your hips as you give hers a small squeeze, blushing at the word ‘hot’ and pushing your face into Sam’s neck. 

“Yeah, I guess she is” Sam smiles out, bringing herself to now be standing next to you - proudly showing you off to her teammates. 

“You didn’t mention you were dating someone!” Caitlin exclaims, her eyes almost comedically wide. Sam just shrugs her shoulders, planting a kiss on your shoulder. 

You could feel everyone staring at you - and while you didn’t really enjoy the attention you knew you and Sam probably have some explaining to do. 

“I’m Y/N” you start, giving a small wave and a smile towards the group of ladies in front of you. “It’s lovely to meet all of you, Sam’s told me so much about you guys”

“Ha! Wish I could say the same” Caitlin snorts - though you both know there’s no anger behind her words. Sam lets out another shake of her head, a grin imprinted on her face. 

“Alright calm down, how about we all go out for dinner tomorrow after training? That way I can show Y/N off and you can ask all the questions your little hearts desire” Sam suggests, most of the girls nodding their heads in agreement but you note that Caitlin is still looking at the pair of you with a question in her eyes. 

“Why not tonight?” she mistakenly asks, you feel your cheeks already bruising up as your girlfriend almost beams in pride. 

“Because tonight I’m busy rocking my girlfriend’s world apart”

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[chaosology]

chills

— Sam Kerr x reader

based off this request. i hope i did you justice :)

“Bit cold this morning, are we Kerr!?”

Sam’s head rose as the voice reached her ears. Her favourite hoodie had been missing from its normal spot and she was left freezing in the middle of the field, the morning sun no use. How did this happen? Sam was a routine person - the same socks at every game, the same seat on every bus. She wore her hoodie every morning she trained, placing it atop her bag the night before as to not forget it.

She stood midfield, her Aussie accent loud and clear as she let out an exasperated “I don’t know where the fuck it isss” at the sky. The team just laughed at her antics, chucking a ball at her feet and mumbling something under their breath about how it “wasn’t even that cold.”

Though, it was an unusually frosty morning in Melbourne. The grass crunched under their feet as they walked across the field, leaving trails of green footprints in a sea of almost white. The Australian was racking her brain, where the actual fuck was it? The wind was beginning to bite, and she resorted to rubbing her hands up and down her arms just for some relief.

That morning’s training passed quick, and Sam eventually warmed up as she stretched with Kyra. She had formed a now loved routine: wake up, train, go for brunch with her girl. Y/N would swing by after training to pick her up, rolling down the window and smiling as she pulled up on the curb. She usually didn’t get out the car, instead choosing to admire from afar and pick the most raunchy, explicit song to blast when Sam got close.

It’s funny, you should see your face! A little bit of Megan Thee Stallion never hurt anyone...

She would pretend to be annoyed, but Sam knew Y/N loved the idea of the team’s stoic team captain climbing into a car blasting “real hot girl shit.” And Sam just loved seeing her happy.

As coach dismissed them, she wandered over to the changing rooms to grab her bag and meet Y/N at the car. However, she wasn’t expecting for Alanna to clap her on the shoulder with a giggly I think you’ve got your answer, Sammy.

Y/N stood by Sam’s locker, chatting with Katrina and twirling Harper’s hair absentmindedly. Something had made her laugh, and Sam just admired. The way her eyes lit up and she threw her head back, her hand coming to her chest to fiddle with the strings of her hoodie.

But it wasn’t Y/N’s hoodie.

The slight frustration that had built up over the morning had lifted. She looked so goddamn cute, and Sam couldn’t help but stare. She was walking over in an instant, her hands coming to rest on Y/N’d hips as she whispered a small “hey, you” from behind.

Y/N turned in an instant, excusing herself from her prior conversation to embrace Sam. She was warm and soft and adorable, and the star striker almost couldn’t let go. By now, it was just the two of them. Y/N looked up, her eyes almost glassy.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Mini told me this was your special one and I was just cold, I really didn’t know”

“Stop”

“No, you love your routines. What if you really needed it, or-”

“Stop,” she said, pulling Y/N to her chest. “To hell with that. Do have any idea how goddamn adorable it is to see you in my clothes?”

Sam’s hand came to Y/N’s chin, tilting her head upwards. Her finger ran delicately across her lip as she sighed,

“Don’t ever take it off. Wear it to my games, make that our routine now, hey?”

No words were shared as they kissed, Y/N’s arms coming to wrap around her love’s neck. In truth, Y/N had purposely seemed out this hoodie. She didn’t know it was special, but it was the one Sam wore the most. The collar smelled just like her, and when she slept that morning without her girlfriend by her side she’d feel less alone.

“So, if we’re trading now… does this mean you’ll wear my barbie hoodie?!”

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[yeeterthek33per]

Easy Peasy (Sam Kerr x reader)

A/n Requested

Sorry, this one's a little shorter, guys.

"Sammy, babe, I love you, but if you pace there any harder, you're gonna put a hole in the carpet. I don't think the hotel loves you enough for that."

The striker pauses and glances at you apologetically. Her right arm is held across her chest while her other hand runs through her hair.

"Sorry."

You watch her as she stands there. Shifting foot to foot.

You were both waiting on the time to leave to come up, only having had about twenty minutes of downtime before they wanted downstairs for the bus.

Of course, Sam being nervous Sam, she'd been practically wearing her sneakers through with all the walking back and forth she was doing.

Of course, she can't sit still for long enough to wait for the game to get closer.

So you were currently in your room.

She eventually huffs and pulls up a chair, sitting on it backwards, leaning on it, looking around the room with her head set on her palms.

You know she's definitely nervous about the game. Of course, it wasn't ever this bad but you kmew she just needed to get it out of her system.

As to how long it would take her to crack before you both headed to the stadium, though, you weren't sure.

Her leg eventually starts to bounce, you know she's avoiding the topic but she can't physically keep still and you have to stifle a laugh. You wont lie, you're pretty nervous too but she's taking nervous habits to the next level.

The only thing you can do is wait for her to tell you. Trying to break it out of her tends to make her clam up. She's so used to just jamming everything up with the media. It's basically an automatic defence mechanism now.

So you just have to wait her out, or at least wait until she's starting to crack and then get it out of her. Lord knows she won't talk about it with anyone, even you, without prompting. The stubborn shit.

She looks at you when you snort lightly, an accusing look crossing her face.

"What?"

You raise both brows at her, leaning into your hand.

"What?"

She raises her own.

"You first. You snorted. What?"

You shrug, blinking at her innocently.

"Nothing, what?"

She pouts at you.

"What do you mean? You snorted. What's so funny?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Your lips start to pull up slightly, but you still don't let her on to you.

She huffs and stands, walking over to you. She stands between your legs and puts her hands on her hips, looking down at you.

"Are we really gonna go back and forth here?"

"I don't know, baby, are we?"

Your hands trail up the outsides of her legs. She steps back with an incredulous look on her face.

"Baby, you have to talk to me if we're gonna be here."

You fire back straight away.

"You're the one leaving Sam shaped imprints in the floor there, sweetheart. Do you wanna talk about that?"

She steels her features, tensing. Her arms fully cross over her chest.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

You raise both brows at her again.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Uhuh."

"I'm serious."

"Sure babe."

She huffs shaking her head.

"It's nothing, I'm fine."

You tilt your head slightly, tapping your fingers against your chin.

"Now, where have I heard that before?"

Sam glares at you. Her hands returning to her hips again.

You stare each other down for a second. You can tell she's cracking by the way her lips twitch slightly.

"Are we gonna stand here.. orr?"

Her eye twitches lightly.

"Well, technically, I'm sitting, but.."

Before she huffs and moves to sit on the bed, her hardened exterior finally breaks down, and her head sits in her hands.

She groans.

"Im just..."

"Nervous?" You finish for her, crouching to look her in the eye under her hands, you own resting on her wrists.

She's silent for a moment, ever stubborn not to admit it.

You wait patiently, running your thumbs gently over her skin.

"...maybe."

That was as close as she was going to get to admitting it.

You stand up again and pull her head up to look at you, stepping between her legs yourself to card your fingers through her hair.

"Oh, Sam." It's a soft whispered sigh. The moment she looks up, you can see the tears reaching the corners of her eyes.

"I feel so helpless." She whimpers out.

"I know, baby." You lean down to kiss her forehead and move to sit on her lap.

She leans her head against your shoulder, arms wrapped tightly around you, shaking softly.

"Talk to me, bubs, what's going on in that head of yours?" You murmur into her hair softly.

Her breath is shaky as she mumbles into your shirt.

You chuckle softly as it comes out muffled.

"Sorry baby, you're gonna have to speak up a little."

She pulls her head away enough for you to hear.

"What if I fuck up again?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if I miss or if I injure myself again or I do something or don't do something?"

It doesn't surprise you, this world cup had thrown everything it could her way to make her not succeed. The loss against England, the injury, the setbacks.

Nothing had been going her way.

"Then you get back up and go again. Like you always do."

"What if I can't this time?"

Your heart breaks a little at that.

Sam has always been so resilient, especially in the face of failure. Her breaking now meant that resilience was crumbling before her very eyes.

"You still try, baby, don't worry about the future. Focus on what you do to help the now. You fight as hard as you can. If you fall, we'll be there to pick you up again, okay? We're all behind you."

She sighs into your neck.

"That's the thing, though. Everyone's relying on me to perform. Fuck, the whole of australia is relying on us to get our first medal at home."

You start to scratch at her scalp comfortingly.

"Baby, this whole country is so so damn proud of what we've done. They're proving that time and time again. They love you, you've done more than you'll ever know for them."

You tilt her chin to look up at you, and the tear stains are clearer than ever and you wipe away the fresh one's as they appear.

"Baby, you've done so much. You've worked so hard, and no matter the result today, Australia will love you forever. No matter the end results, no matter how well you might play or whatever pass, cross, or shot you miss. They love you. You've inspired so many little girls to give it their all. Australia will forever be proud of you. I will always be proud of you."

You press a kiss to her nose and she scrunches it cutely.

"You're gonna get out there, play as hard as you can play, and no matter loss or win, you'll come off a hero to the people of this country, okay?"

She huffs, a small smile crossing her features.

You reiterate, holding her head to keep from looking away.

"Okay?..."

She nods finally, hiding her grin in your neck.

"Yeah... okay."

You smile with her.

"Attagirl."

She huffs a laugh into your collarbone.

"God, you're too good to me."

She begins pressing small kisses into the skin there.

"Never too good."

You smile and guide her to your gaze again. Pressing a soft kiss to her lips, your hands move to her shoulders, and hers rest on your waist.

She kisses you back, a small groan rumbles in her throat when you playfully roll your hips.

You pull away right as she tries to deepen it. When she whines at you, you slip off her lap and pull her to stand with a soft giggle.

"Baby." She pouts, trying to grab you by the waist again.

"Nuh uh. C'mon, Tony asked us to be down iinnn.." You check your wrist. "Five minutes, let's go."

You dodge her further attempts and playfully pout back at her.

You walk out the door, and you chuckle hearing her call out after you.

"You're not even wearing a watch! How would you know what time it is?!"

You turn to face her now in the doorway, walking backwards.

"Easy peasy, lemon squeezy babe." You wink and take off towards the elevator.

Sam groans and runs after you. A smile makes its way onto her lips at your giggles while she follows you into the lift.

Just as the doors close, she grabs you by the hips and kisses you hard, a hum leaving your lips, and a small grin accompanying it.

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[greynatomy]

rock, paper, scissors

sam kerr x reader

that match was something else wasn’t it?

quick little fic i wrote. also, my requests are open, so send in your ideas cause i’m running out of mine.

let me know what you think!

-grey

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The full time whistle blew. Australia won 2-0 against Iran. You were in the crowd with your three year old, right up against the barrier. The Matildas.

“Mummy! Where’s my sign?” Izzy asks you.

You grab the sign, which was rolled up behind you, and hand it to her. You lift her up on your hip to be able to see better and not get squished from all the pushing. Everyone started to yell when any of the Matildas got close to their sections.

“Raso sign my shirt!” “Kyra can I get a photo?” “Steph! Steph!” “Sam! Please! Sam Kerr!” “Caitlin!”

Your daughter was screaming as loud as the other fans. When Sam started walking to your section, everyone got even louder and crazier, your child no different.

Your daughter holds her sign out to her, it reading:

“Sam! Rock, Paper, Scissors for your Jersey!”

With a bunch of hearts and glitter all around. A truly remarkable work for a three year old.

“Hello.” Sam comes up to you, or well your daughter with a cheeky grin. “Wanna play for my jersey?”

“YEAH!” Izzy screams over the loud fans trying to get Sam’s attention.

After a beat out of three, Izzy won, celebrating with a little dance.

“Alright. I guess you won fair and square. Come here.” She lifts her out of your arms and onto the other side of the barrier.

Taking off her jersey, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wonder on her form, quickly being covered up by a staff members jacket. She helps Izzy put the shirt on over the one she was wearing, making it look like a dress on her.

“Oh, don’t you look so cute.” With that, she runs away towards the pitch where her best friend, Harper was with her ‘sisters’ and mom. “Be careful!” Sam calls out to her, not getting a response. “Now, you.” She turns back over to where you stood.

“What do you mean me?”

“I’m gonna lift you, okay?” Placing your hands on her shoulders, hers on your hips, she easily lifts you over the barrier. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi, Honey.” She gives you a peck on the lips. “I’m gonna go to where Izzy is.”

“Alright. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Not possible!” You give her a smirk and a wink.

She goes back to the fans signing jerseys, posters and all, ignoring all the questions about you and your little girl, only giving a smile.

There was no doubt that people were freaking out when your interaction was posted online, even more when she posted a picture to her instagram with just ‘❤️’ as the caption.

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[queen-of-reptiles]

𝙾𝙷 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺

description: lauren is fine, she is completely fine. she is definitely not dating sam kerr's younger sister. and sam kerr definitely hasn't just walked into y/n's flat with her spare key. lauren is completely fine

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lauren james x kerr!reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction remember that and have fun ;)

warnings: idk where to begin, smutttt - cunnilingus, thigh riding, fingering, slight breath play, choking, marking, fluff, swearing, cute sisterly relationships

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SMUT

MINORS DNI

18+ (At start and at end.)

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y/n's head span as she gasped, hand reaching down to clasp with Lauren's as the woman grunted into her, tongue darting in and out of y/n, nose brushing her clit as she spasmed.

"Ah, Lauren. Close." y/n gasped, hand gripping Lauren's tighter as her breathing sped up, back arching as Lauren's tongue did nothing to slow down.

Lauren moved her head, pushing her nose harsher against y/n's clit which caused a moan to escape her lips as she tensed, her stomach spasming.

"Come on." Lauren said gruffly, her tongue going back to work as y/n finally came, a cry of relief leaving from her lips as she does so.

Lauren's tongue does not completely leave y/n, instead using lazy strokes to calm the girl down from her orgasm, only once Lauren felt as if she had tasted her girlfriend enough did she come up for air.

Lauren pushed upwards, arms flexing as she came to lie next to y/n once again, leaning down to press a long kiss to her lips, her tongue sweeping through y/n's mouth.

"Taste yourself." Lauren all but grunted into her mouth. "Taste what I did to you." She continued, y/n's eyes rolled into the back of her head at the words.

The two pulled away, a lazy grin on Lauren's face at the red cheeks of y/n as she pecks her lips once more, smirking at how flustered the Australian was.

"Hmm, that's a way to wake up in the morning." y/n smiles, leaning into Lauren's shoulder who smiles and wraps an arm around her girlfriend.

"Wake you up like that anytime." Lauren shrugs and y/n grins liking the sound of it.

Just as Lauren goes to say something there is the sound of the front door opening and the two tense, both knowing that other than Lauren only one other person had a key.

"Squirt?" Sam calls out and the two spring into action.

"One sec Sammy!" y/n calls, Lauren rushing and grabbing her clothes, throwing y/n her own.

"Oh fuck." Lauren whispers.

"Oh fuck." y/n agrees quietly.

Sam Kerr, Australia's sweetheart, best striker in potentially the WSL and a ground-breaking personality in the world of Women's Football and sport as a whole.

Sam Kerr. Also known as Lauren and y/n's team-mate, mentor and y/n's older sister.

Lauren sent y/n a wide eyed look, both of them as worried and panicked at the other as Lauren slid into y/n's ensuite, y/n tugging on her joggers as she darted out of her room and shuts the door.

"Sammy!" y/n grins racing at her sister who hugs her. "What are you doing here?" y/n asks and Sam shrugs.

"Thought we could go get some breakfast." Sam says and y/n nods, knowing they had late training today.

"Of course, let me just shower." y/n smiles and Sam pauses, knowing her sister was a natural early riser.

"You slept in?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, late night, stayed up binging doctor who." y/n lies easily and Sam chuckles, rolling her eyes.

"You and that fucking show." Sam snorts and y/n lets out a small fake laugh as she moves back toward her bedroom.

y/n enters and Lauren is lent against the wall, scrolling through Instagram as y/n grabs her and drags her into the bathroom. Lauren smirks slightly as she quickly strips herself of her joggers.

y/n finally rids herself of her clothes, quickly ridding Lauren of her own as she drags her into the shower and turns it on, looking toward the bathroom door which she quickly makes sure is locked.

With the shower on and making noise y/n finally feels safe enough to let out a relieved breath as she knows Sam will have turned her X-box on to play a few FIFA games knowing her younger sister took ages to shower.

"Careful baby, your sister is in the other room." Lauren smirks teasingly and y/n glares at her.

"You ain't getting shit James." y/n warns as she washes herself clean.

"Are you sure?" Lauren asks lowly, hand squeezing at y/n's waist as she slides it down, her dull nails scraping at her hip. y/n lets out a stuttered gasp, the Australian naturally tipping her head back onto Lauren's broad shoulder.

Lauren can't help but let out a small chuckle at the power she knew she held over y/n, leaning down to press a series of light kisses down y/n's painfully unmarked neck.

Lauren's teeth pull at the skin under y/n's collarbone, both of her hands gripping at y/n's hips now, tilting her pelvis back into her as she grids lightly against her.

"Lauren." y/n warns breathily.

"What baby?" Lauren asks, grateful she had kept her braids in as she was now stood under the stream of water which would have been a pain to dry her hair from.

"Squirt?" Sam asks, the door handle coming down but the lock doing its job and stopping her entering.

"Just coming!" y/n calls quickly as she turns off the shower and steps out.

The girl wraps her hair in a towel, glaring at Lauren who was stood smugly against the shower door, eyes raking down y/n's dripping thighs which were scattered with marks.

"Since when do you lock the bathroom door?" Sam asks from the other side.

"Must have done it on reflex." y/n calls out. Not bothering too look in the mirror as she quickly moisturises her face. "I'll text you when we're gone." y/n whispers to Lauren, before pressing a peck to the woman's lips.

y/n then quickly slides from the bathroom and into her room, turning off the light as she wraps her towel around her. She could hear the FIFA game coming from the living room and rolls her eyes as she changes quickly.

y/n tugs on a top, pulling her jacket over the top of it and then grabs her bag and phone, cursing herself at the text Sam had sent her an hour ago warning her she was going to appear.

y/n then leaves her bedroom, smiling at Sam as she pulls her socks and then trainers on. Sam finishes her game and switches the TV off as y/n snorts.

"You only come here to use my games." y/n teases as Sam grabs her car keys.

"Shut up." Sam snorts as they get to the front door. y/n looks down, eyes widening at Lauren's trainers which were on the rack and she positions herself in front of them, hoping Sam hasn't noticed.

y/n follows her sister out, locking the door knowing full well Lauren would use her key once she left for training. y/n hops into Sam's car and her heart finally slows down as they pull away from her home.

y/n switches on her phone, instantly connecting to Sam's car and blaring some music out which makes Sam groan mockingly, y/n rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out.

"Shut up." y/n snorts.

"No you." Sam counters.

"No you." y/n says back and Sam rolls her eyes.

"Annoying dickhead." Sam says and y/n chuckles as they pull up to their usual breakfast place. y/n sends a quick text to Lauren.

to lauren <3: All clear xx

from lauren: I'll see you at training x

y/n doesn't reply, knowing if she does Sam will get suspicious on who she is talking too, so she shuts her phone and follows Sam out of the car and into the cafe.

"Isn't that LJ's top?" Sam asks as y/n takes her jacket off. If y/n's heart had stopped, she wouldn't have been shocked, because that is what it felt like.

"Oh yeah, I borrowed it a few weeks ago and she said I could keep it." y/n shrugs easily and Sam's eyebrows furrow.

"I could have sworn I saw her in it the other day." She says before shrugging and looking at the menu.

"I don't know why you bother looking. You always get the same thing." y/n teases, trying to get the topic to move on.

"Shut it squirt." Sam snorts before proceeding to order the same thing with their usual waitress.

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y/n just posted on her story x2

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y/n turned up at training a lot calmer than she had been that morning. Throughout her breakfast with Sam panic was flooding her and guilt was creeping into her heart.

What she and Lauren had started was good, great even for them both, Lauren was calmer, y/n was happier, and no one knew that it was the other making them so.

But y/n and her sister had always been close, y/n had always wanted to be like Sam and while the midfielder had slightly taken a different football route, she had ended in the same place, repping Chelsea blue.

Lauren and y/n were still relatively new, only 4 almost 5 months in to being official having started seeing each other just before the beginning of the World Cup.

No one on social media suspected anything, none of their teammates seemed to notice, so they had just kept quiet when they returned and continued falling in love.

And y/n was sure that was what was happening. The 21-year-old was sure she was falling in love, if not in love with Lauren. She had never felt so seen, so understood by someone.

With Lauren she wasn't Sam Kerr's sister, she wasn't the future of Australia. She was just y/n, and it made her feel so special being looked at by Lauren.

The woman could tell if she was angry, upset, happy or nervous with a single glance, and she could calm it with nothing but a look, a glancing touch.

y/n had never been powerless, she was filled with attitude and delight, but she had never fell apart for someone as easily as she had for Lauren, she had never let anyone see her or understand her the way Lauren always had.

Training had started well, the sister duo pairing up for the pre-match games and then the group of players sunk into their usual before lunch match.

y/n was running down the wing, looking toward Erin who was trailing with her, Lauren tracked back, following her girlfriend as she tried to tackle, y/n turned, dragging the ball with her.

But Lauren knew her, knew her tricks and instead of sliding past bounced off her toes and followed left which made y/n sigh. She passed out to Erin, Lauren sending her a smirk.

y/n followed Erin down, trying to get past Lauren who manages to intercept Erin's cross out for a corner. The two teams lined up as Emma called out a warning saying this would be the last kick of the game.

y/n stood strong, her sister grinning at her due to the fact her team was currently 1 goal above Erin's and went to mark her sister, however Lauren had already covered her, easily slotting behind her girlfriend.

Sam furrows her brows for a second but then shrugs and goes to mark Johanna instead. Lauren's hand brushes y/n's back and the woman pushes her elbow back, rolling her shoulders as she watches the ball fly in.

y/n races forward, Lauren right behind her as she jumps and her head fires the ball into the corner. y/n slowly comes down, the bodies around her pushing her off balance.

Lauren quickly wraps her arms around her y/n, stabling her as she comes down by pulling y/n tight to her chest as y/n's feet finally settle on the floor.

y/n sighs out in relief, relaxing back into Lauren's chest in relief as she rests her head onto Lauren's shoulder, the two looking so natural that Millie does a double take.

"Nice catch LJ!" Emma calls out as lunch is called.

"She was a fairy." Millie teases, y/n laugh as she grins at Lauren in thanks who squeezes her waist briefly before y/n runs at Millie, jumping onto her back.

"y/n!" Emma calls waving the girl over.

"Oooh someone's in trouble." Millie teases as she drops y/n next to Emma.

"Shove off Bright." y/n laughs pushing her captain away who gasps mockingly.

"I'll have you benched for that!" Millie gasps dramatically.

"No you bloody won't." Emma warns her, before everyone trudges away and y/n follows Emma to her office where the woman sits her down. "I'll let you go to lunch in a second." Emma promises.

"It's okay." y/n promises her manager who sits on the edge of her desk.

"I just wanted to ask." Emma begins, handing y/n a water bottle she had picked up. "Does Sam know?" She asks as y/n takes a sip, instantly choking on the water in shock.

"Holy shit." y/n gasps out, swallowing her mouthful of water. "Know what?" y/n asks as Emma sends her a dry look.

"That there is something clearly going on between you and Lauren." Emma says and y/n sighs.

"Is it that obvious?" y/n asks.

"I'll take that as a no." Emma sighs. "But it isn't obvious, I just know you both too well." Emma explains and y/n sighs.

"I swear boss, I'll tell her, it won't be a big deal." y/n promises Emma who sighs and runs a hand over her face.

"If that was true, you would have done so already." Emma warns her.

y/n shoulders sink. If she was honest, she had no clue how Sam would react, she could be happy, she could be mad, she could be shocked, hurt the list was endless.

"Why haven't you told anyone?" Emma can't help but ask and y/n sighs, knowing full well someone did know.

"Technically, Lucy Bronze knows." y/n says and Emma hums, knowing y/n and Lucy were close as y/n had played at Lyon for a season and a half before making her jump to Chelsea last year.

y/n had stayed with Lucy during that time, having been taken under the defender's wing who really helped her in the time away from her older sister.

"World cup?" Emma guesses and y/n nods.

"We had kind of began just before and continued during the world cup. Lucy walked into Lauren's room one night when we actually near the same place." y/n explains.

"And the reason?" She asks.

"I see how the media just tears everyone apart. Relationships, confidence, I mean I missed that shot a few weeks back and I just got annihilated for it." y/n continues.

"But you cannot let that get to you." Emma tries and y/n sighs.

"I know, but it does Emma." y/n says angrily. "And I just know, the second anything comes out about Lauren and I..." y/n sighs trailing off.

"You have to tell the team." Emma states and y/n throws her arms up in annoyance.

"Why?" She asks.

"Because I will not risk the chemistry I have created. You can't do it, I'll bench you." Emma warns.

"Emma!" y/n calls but the woman folds her arms. "I'm scared." y/n then sighs, folding her head in your hands.

"The girl who played for Australia at 16, scored the winning goal for the champions league at 17, is scared?" Emma asks and y/n nods.

"Terrified. All the time." y/n sighs and Emma's face drops her cold mask.

"Oh kid." Emma sighs and y/n looks up at her, heart in her throat. "Do you need to talk to someone?" She asks and y/n sighs.

"I don't know." y/n admits and Emma then sighs again.

"You've got until Friday to talk to Sam. We'll forget about the rest for now, eh?" She asks y/n who nods, trying to swallow the butterflies climbing her throat.

"Okay." y/n nods. Emma claps her on the shoulder and nods to the door and y/n nods. "Cheers boss." y/n says, and they both know it was meant deeper than just one way.

"Go get some lunch." Emma orders and y/n nods, walking into the lunch room where Sam already had a plate for her, just deepening the bite of guilt.

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y/n just posted on her story x3

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y/n sat with Lauren, the two comfortably pressed together on y/n's sofa as they watched Match of the Day, both fed and showered after their day of training before the Brighton game tomorrow.

y/n had been quiet, Lauren had noticed it, her eyes were glazed over, as if she wasn't really in the moment and so Lauren pressed a kiss to her head.

"What's wrong?" Lauren asked softly.

"Emma knows." y/n says simply, her voice void of emotion as she expected Lauren to yell, to freak out.

"Okay." Lauren says calmly and y/n pauses, her stomach knotting in shock.

"What?" She asks.

"Okay." Lauren repeats calmly. "What do you want to do?" She then asks.

"We need to tell Sam." y/n says, again expecting Lauren to end it, but her grip just tightens.

"It is probably about time." Lauren agrees calmly and y/n sits up and turns to look at her.

"You're not mad? You're not going to yell? Leave?" y/n asks, her voice quiet and shocked. Lauren smiles softly, pecking y/n's nose as she sits up also, bringing the girl onto her lap.

"No baby. I'm not going to leave." Lauren promises and y/n moves her legs so she was straddling Lauren's lap.

"Why?" She asks softly and Lauren sighs.

"We've been together since May in my brain, and even if not, we made it official in September. It's now January, I think that's enough time." Lauren states and y/n smiles softly.

"Okay." y/n says with a breath of happiness.

Lauren chuckles and her hands cup y/n's jaw, bringing her in for a deep kiss which makes y/n's head spin as their lips collide, tongues infecting each other's mouths.

"I think you should speak to someone." Lauren says as they pull away. "About your anxiety, your overthinking." Lauren continues and y/n sighs.

"I know." She says softly and Lauren nods before diving back in for another kiss, ever since their first one she had found the little Australian completely addictive.

Lauren's hands chased y/n's body, running down her back, up her thighs, squeezing her waist before eventually stopping at her arse, squeezing at the skin and pushing her closer.

y/n gasped as Lauren's lips traced a pattern down her neck, the woman quickly throwing y/n's top over her heard and somewhere onto the sofa.

Lauren took y/n's nipple into her mouth, sucking harshly as y/n's back arched and Lauren's name fell from her lips in a breathy plead to continue the pleasure.

Lauren continued her actions, switching to the other breast, leaving the first nipple, red hard and painfully sucked as y/n slowly started to grind against Lauren.

The woman moved y/n to straddle her thigh so the pressure was more pleasing for the Australian and bit at y/n's nipple when she moaned at the move.

"Turn around and take these off." Lauren ordered quickly, snapping the waistband of y/n's joggers.

The woman nodded and jumped up, stripping quickly, leaving her underwear on as she lowers back onto Lauren's thigh backwards.

Lauren's hands landed on her hips, pushing y/n into a grind, at the feel y/n moaned and fell forward, hands landing on Lauren's knee to stabilise herself and she continued to ride Lauren's thigh.

Lauren stretched back, hands coming to rest behind her head as she stared at y/n's ass, thong pulling over her thigh as the wetness of y/n's arousal spilled through it.

"That's it, chase it baby." Lauren ordered lowly, hand coming to squeeze at y/n's cheek as her moans became breathier, desperately trying to push herself over that edge.

"Lauren, please." y/n begged, her whine making Lauren chuckle.

The woman pulled y/n back to her chest, one hand coming to squeeze her throat and keep her against her chest as the other held her waist stopping her grinding.

"Can't even cum without me anymore, huh?" Lauren asks, y/n whining in response. "What do you want baby? Huh?" Lauren asks.

y/n can't answer, too wound up and Lauren's hand slides from her waist and dips underneath the band of her underwear, fingers sliding through her slick folds.

"Need me here?" Lauren asks smugly when y/n jolts.

Suddenly Lauren's fingers rub at y/n's clit quickly, pushing the woman over an unexpected orgasm which Lauren continues rubbing her through it.

Only when y/n is writhing in her hold, begging for a moment does Lauren give y/n a break, her fingers sliding up her toned stomach and pushing her slick past her lips and into y/n's mouth.

Lauren abruptly stands up, y/n letting out a shocked shout as Lauren carried her to the bedroom and throws her against the bed, the girl bouncing.

"Weeee." y/n says and Lauren chuckles as she strips and slides the strap on, making sure it was harnessed properly before kneeling on the bed.

y/n leans up, pressing a kiss to Lauren's cheek before she spins them, pushing Lauren to sit against the headboard.

"Wanna ride you." y/n mutters, Lauren nodding her head dumbly as she watched y/n slowly lower herself onto the cock.

Lauren groaned out in relief, y/n's hands resting against the harness to make the pull on Lauren's clit feel better as she slowly pushed herself up and back down.

Lauren hands grabbed at her waist, pulling her closer and connected their mouths in a heated and deep kiss, moans tangling as y/n continued to push herself up and down on the cock.

As the knot built in y/n's stomach once more, she rocked while feeling full of Lauren's cock, the rocking pushing Lauren to the edge and her hand came to slap at y/n's ass.

The two gasped, cumming together as their mouths continued blending their noises together while they slowly came down, eventually parting as the room filled with slow pants and deep breaths.

y/n slowly sat off the cock, gasping slightly at the feel of her walls clenching around nothing as she laid back next to Lauren who un-clipped the harness from herself.

y/n couldn't help but smile into Lauren's bare shoulder as the two stayed tangled together in a mess of sweaty sheets. Lauren's lips were against her forehead as they caught their breath.

"I think I'm in love with you." y/n says softly and Lauren chuckles.

"I think I'm in love with you too." Lauren promises her and y/n hums.

"Oh." She says, not really expecting to hear it back. "That's good." y/n says softly. "That is really good." y/n repeats and Lauren chuckles.

"Yeah baby. It is." Lauren promises and they both smile into each other's skin.

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END of part one

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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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