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a/n: inspired by my new two favorite videos: this and this one

Lingering just outside the Chelsea locker room, I wait until I see the last person leave. Well, second to last. Christian passes me by with a toothy grin, telling me to “take good care” of my boyfriend tonight because he earned it. Laughing nervously, I just give him a polite wave, acting like he didn’t just give me that advice, and sneak inside the locker room. There’s only one person who hasn’t burst through the doors and come out to join the festivities. The superstar––the hero––of today’s match. Kai Havertz.

I know Kai; he’s got to be swirling with composed excitement, taking his time to revel in this momentous occasion without the chaos of overexcited screams and cheers. I can just imagine his humble smile, those crinkles rippling across his cheeks, that endearing overbite he’s always been so insecure about. The mere thought of him puts a smile on my face.

I only need to take a few steps when I see him. Considering he’s the only person left in the locker room, he wasn’t that hard to find. I pause in my tracks, absorbing the sight of him: sweaty, shirtless, head down with his back against the metal locker. I make no noise, but he must sense a presence because his head snaps up. Our eyes meet, and his face lights up as he bounds over to me, tackling me in a hug. He towers over me, but that doesn’t stop him from practically leaping into my arms. Yeah, as if I have the upper body strength to carry him. Sometimes I think he forgets I’m not as physically fit as his teammates.

I open my mouth, about to congratulate him, but the dullness in his blue eyes stops me. Something’s off. He’s happy to see me, that’s clear, but, otherwise, he’s not as ecstatic as I thought he would be. Why isn’t he? Not only did his team win the Champions League, but he scored the winning goal. His first goal of the Champions League, no less––he went out with a bang. He should be over the moon.

“You look festive,” Kai comments, playfully tugging on one of my pigtails. I wanted to try something new, so I had tied my long hair into pigtails with two royal blue ribbons. Aside from that, I’m just in my typical outfit I wear whenever he plays a game: one of his old jerseys that he gave me when we first started dating and black leggings. I had considered spicing things up by painting Kai’s initials on my cheeks with blue face paint, but when I brought the idea up to him over dinner last week, he just said he knew a better method to brand me as his. I left it at that without inquiring further, even though I was curious by what, exactly, he had in mind.

“You look… hot,” I gulp, my eyes traveling down his long, toned torso. No matter how many times I’ve seen him shirtless after a practice or a game, or in only a towel after a shower, I’ll never get tired of seeing him half-naked. Or fully naked, at that.

“You look hot, too,” he murmurs into my hair, still embracing me tightly. “I just didn’t want to say that because I was trying to be gentlemanly.” Cupping my face with his large hands, he proceeds to kiss me, feverish and rough. He nips at my bottom lip and doesn’t even wait for me to open my mouth before invading it, battling my tongue with his. His ferocity gets my blood pumping and the pit of my stomach tingling, but it’s all wrong. I’m necessarily complaining, but this isn’t how he usually greets me. He typically welcomes me with a soft, delicate kiss before anything else. Is this because I haven’t congratulated him on his win yet?

“I’m so proud of you, Kai. You and the guys really deserve this,” I say sincerely, but he pretends like he doesn’t hear me, going in for another attack on my mouth. To that, I shrink a little and he catches on, sighing as he takes a step back, his thick eyebrows furrowed together. I notice that the ribbons in my hair are loose, so I quickly readjust them as I try to read Kai’s expression. He still looks… dissatisfied. Maybe some ego boosting would do the trick?

“Everyone’s raving about how you’re a tactical genius. How your skill and precision are unparalleled. How you’re on top and you haven’t even reached your peak yet,” I ramble, trying to recall every headline I’ve ever read in the news this past week. Oh, and also, you’ve got the cutest bum out of any football player in the history of football.

“Not everyone,” he growls in a dark voice, messing up his curly brown locks by snatching them with his hand. His face twists with irritation. “Right after the game, a reporter came up to me and asked me if I thought I finally paid back my hefty price tag.”

“And how did you respond?” I ask, curious. Usually he doesn’t get so riled up over post-game interviews, but perhaps his transfer fee is a touchy subject for him and he just never told me. In an attempt to calm him down a bit, I take his hand into mine and lead him to a section of the bench lined along the lockers. We sit so that we’re facing each other, and I weave my legs around his torso, nearly straddling him. But not quite.

“I think I said… ‘I don’t give a fuck of that. We just won the fucking Champions League’,” he says slowly, his nose scrunched up in concentration as he recalls his response.

I stifle a laugh. His cussing is not a regular occurrence, it’s not entirely uncommon either, but whenever he does curse, it catches me off guard. Maybe it has something to do with that pretty face of his, as if foul language shouldn’t be coming from it. “You’re right; you did just win the Champions League, so you shouldn’t be hard on yourself,” I say, lightly poking him in the bicep. He doesn’t seem to appreciate my stab at lighthearted reassurance, so I go for a different approach. Tough love. “Okay, fine. Chelsea may have paid a lot of money for you, but that’s because you’re worth it, Kai. You don’t have to prove your abilities to anyone––even though you already proved them tonight plus your whole career thus far. People are always going to have something negative to say, but you put in the work and it shows in every game. Don’t let anyone get to you, especially not a reporter; they’re just trying to get some dirt.” I’m not used to giving pep talks, so I’m not sure if I did it right.

I must’ve done something right because his frown is replaced with a slight smile. “Thank you, baby,” he says, pecking me on the cheek. One Kai’s best qualities is that not much gets to him; and if it does, it doesn’t take him long to get over it. Annoying interview question long forgotten, he traces patterns on my thigh and tells me, “The boys are going to a nightclub tonight to celebrate our win. Come with me.” To aid in his plea, he grabs both of my hands, squeezing them, his pale blue eyes gleaming with hope.

“A nightclub?” I repeat, making a sour face. “You know better than anyone that I don’t belong at a nightclub.” I want to suggest just a cozy night in, watching his favorite film of the Harry Potter series, Goblet of Fire, and cuddling, but I don’t want to take this celebratory night with his friends away from him.

“You belong with me, and it just so happens that tonight I’m being dragged to a nightclub,” he says. I don’t say anything, and his face falls, presumably because he recognizes his bid to get me to go is a lost cause.

“You go,” I encourage, trying to sound upbeat as I pat his thigh. “Have your fun.”

“Really?” he asks. “Are you sure?” He gives me a dubious look, one eyebrow severely cocked.

I squint at him quizzically. “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?”

He looks me dead in the eyes. “Babe. Let’s not forget what happened the last time I went out for drinks with the team for Timo’s birthday. I came back home with a ripped shirt because a bunch of girls pounced on us, and you wouldn’t talk to me for a whole week. You didn’t believe me.”

“That’s because it’s an unbelievable story,” I mumble.

“You accused me of hooking up with another girl,” he reminds me, his mesmerizing eyes narrowing at me, causing my cheeks to heat up and my skin to crawl with guilt. Now that he’s mentioned it, I do remember that incident. Vividly. It happened around the beginning of our relationship, when I still didn’t know how serious Kai was about me, about us. Regardless, I should’ve known that Kai would never be unfaithful to me. That’s simply not who he is. He has never once given me an inkling of a doubt of his loyalty. I blame my foolish allegation on my insecurity over our blossoming relationship, but I’m long past that…

“You’re too friendly, Kai,” I sigh, ruffling his hair to make it seem more like a concern and less like an accusation. “It makes girls think they can have a chance with you.”

“Girls?” Kai scoffs, shaking his head in pure denial. How can someone so intelligent be such a dumb boy sometimes? “What girls? That happened one time, and it wasn’t only me who got jumped. The whole team did.” Like that makes the situation any better, Kai.

“I’m not dating the whole team! I’m dating you, and you’re only going to get bigger and I… I just want you all to myself,” I admit. My head falls, weighted by a vicious mix of embarrassment and shame.

“Well, I know something that’s big that you can have all to yourself,” he says coyly, with a self-righteous smirk.

“I’m serious, Kai,” I say, frowning at him in return. “You’re young, talented, attractive. Girls are going to be lining up for you, and soon I’ll just be chopped liver.”

“Chopped liver?” he hoots, obviously unfamiliar with the expression.

My frown deepens as I huff, “You’re going to forget all about me.”

“I think if anyone’s guilty of forgetting anything, it’s you. You’re already forgetting that I’m in love with you,” he coos, sliding closer to me, dusting my neck and collarbones with soft-lipped kisses.

“Get away from me. You’re all sweaty,” I complain––mostly so as to not give into his seduction techniques too easily––but it’s half-hearted.

“You’re about to be, too,” he growls, lifting me and dropping me on his lap. I can feel him harden underneath me, and I respond by rocking my body against his, inciting staggered, tense moans from the both of us at the same time. The sounds that come out of his mouth are music to my ears. With a hunger to hear more, I reach in between us, stroking his length through his thin shorts, loving how fully aroused he gets at my slight touch. His breathing quickens, but when I don’t hear anything from him, I look at him, witnessing his bottom lip in between his teeth, suppressing those sweet moans I so desperately want to hear him make.

Suddenly, he’s tugging at my leggings; he’s so aggressive that I’m afraid he’s going to rip them. After he shimmies them off, I kick them to the side, and Kai’s eyes ravage the bottom half of my body. I’m thankful I had the good foresight to wear lace panties instead of my go-to granny panties, but at this point they’re drenched. They have been ever since I walked in and saw Kai; just one look at him does unspeakable things to me. His ability to reduce me to a mere puddle with just his eyes is unnerving.

He removes my shirt and purses his lips when he sees that I’m not wearing a bra. My chest is ample-sized, but I can comfortably go without a bra––often doing just that––and it drives him mad. He says I shouldn’t go prancing around braless because I’ll be practically naked when ogling guys undress me with their eyes. I say that doesn’t make sense.

He yanks his shorts and boxers down in one swoop, and the heat between my legs intensifies. If his massive hands and long fingers were any indication of what he has to offer, the blanks fill themselves out––he’s glorious. I can’t help but gawk and admire him; Kai is perfect in every singular way. If I had no self-control, I’d lick every inch of his pale skin. I lower myself onto him and gasp with pleasure when just the tip enters me. Slowly, I bounce up and down on him, each time driving him deeper inside me until he fills me completely. My head rolls back as I continue the rhythmic movement, and I moan when he licks a stripe in the valley between my breasts. My fingers tangle themselves in his curly locks as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking on it while tinkering with the other between his fingertips.

“Oh, Kai,” I whine, feeling the intolerable pressure building up in my stomach.

“That’s it, baby,” Kai purrs against my chest as I tighten around him. “Say my name. Just like that.”

“K-Kai––” I cry, quivering against his body; my vision is blurry and I’ve lost function in my legs. Kai’s taken over, his fingers digging into my hips, thrusting into me, hitting my most sensitive spot time after time. I’m on the verge of seeing stars when it all stops. Before my brain can process what’s happening, I’m balancing on all fours on the bench as Kai positions himself behind me, his erection rubbing against me. With one thrust, he buries himself inside me, reaching around to rub my clit in a slow circular motion. I was not prepared for that. The combination of sensations is enough to drive me over the edge, but what drives me even crazier is the heat as he presses his firm chest up against my back.

“Who do you belong to?” he demands in my ear, humming. I tune him out, focusing on getting my fix and nothing more. I can barely get his name out, what makes him think I can have a coherent conversation? “I don’t like being ignored,” he warns sharply.

My arms and legs are shaky, and the only thing keeping me from crumbling to the floor are his hands, holding me steady as he rolls his hips. “You,” I finally breathe.

“Dunno who that is,” he drawls, and I could swear he’s purposely applying more pressure to his accent just to mock me.

“You. Kai,” I hiss and close my eyes to try to block him out, but that only heightens my senses to everything he’s doing to me.

“Kai who? There are many Kais,” he says matter-of-factly. His fingers slow down around my sensitive area, and I’m afraid he’s going to withhold euphoria from me.

“Kai––fucking––Havertz,” I half moan, half gasp as his fingers pick up their pace and he slams into me, the final push that sends me soaring into bliss. I never cuss unless I have a really good reason for it and lashing my frustration out on the infuriating tease that is Kai Havertz is a good enough reason for me. However, he makes up for his devilish nature by understanding every nook and cranny of my body. On cloud nine, I ride out the high to the fullest extent before my body goes fully limp. I suck in a breath when he pulls out, only to feel the warm liquid on my back coming in spurts.

“Fuck,” he moans, and I just wish I could watch him as he comes undone. I think it’s hot when he releases his load on me––I like it best when he does it on my chest. So I can marvel at him with his sweat-matted hair, throbbing Adam’s apple, and fluttering eyelids. He wipes my back with his/my jersey and pulls me into his lap.

“The way you moan my name, I’ll never be able to forget you,” he sighs, nibbling on my neck.

“How romantic,” I tease. But really, I’d be content calling out only his name for the rest of my life. Kai fucking Havertz.

“C’mon, baby, let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, rising to his feet cheerfully. His fingers lace in mine as he starts for the shower stalls. My heart thumps wildly in my chest as my feet pad excitedly across the tile floor alongside him. Another great quality about Kai: his stamina is unmatched, on and off the football field.

*a/n: if you do by chance read this, I’d love to know what you think of it!

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acciomatthewdavelewis · 6 years

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Matthew Lewis Discuss ITV ‘Girlfriends’ in Entertainment Weekly Interview

ITV drama Girlfriends written by Kay Mellor is now available for streaming in the US and Canada on Acorn.tv. Matthew Lewis talks with Entertainment Weekly to discuss what made him interested in the show, working with two Harry Potter actresses (Miranda Richardson and Zoë Wanamaker) and his concern about being known only for his looks.

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: How did you get involved with Girlfriends, and what interested you about the role of Tom?

MATTHEW LEWIS: I’ve worked with the writer, Kay Mellor, twice before. I’ve known Kay for probably nearly 20 years now. She actually gave me the first role that I ever had, when I was 5 years old. She sends me scripts for different things, and she sent me the scripts for this and she said she wanted me to play Tom. I devoured the scripts in no time, read all six, and immediately gave her a call and just chatted to her about her vision for it. Even before I called her, I realized I wanted to do it. But once on the phone, you realize very quickly just how much passion she has for this. She’s always been a champion of stories about normal working-class people, but this one really came from Kay’s heart. There was so much of herself in these characters and her friends in these characters and in these stories. Once she explained to me her idea for it, her vision for it — not just for my character, but for the whole story — I couldn’t say no, really.

This is a bit of a departure for you — a single dad who has a police record and is on house arrest. What’s it like delving into a character like that who is maybe a bit edgier than some of the other roles you’ve taken on, and is that something you purposely seek out?

When I first finished Harry Potter, it was probably a conscious decision that I wanted to take roles that were very, very different. Less so now. I feel that I was very fortunate after Harry Potter that the roles that came up did offer me the opportunity to play drastically different roles, whether it was in Happy Valley or Ripper Street or Me Before You or whatever. The roles that came up were so eclectic and different from Neville that I felt I’d done what I set out to do — to show a different side of my acting and what I could do, really. The range was larger than Neville, as it were. Now, seven years later, I felt like I achieved that. I achieved what I wanted to achieve personally, that I don’t sit and think, “Oh, I must do a guy who’s been in prison.” I think out of my last six roles, three have them have got a record, so I’ve ticked that box now. I’m just drawn to stories that people can relate to, stories that people can find a piece of themselves in and that they’re inspired to or relate to or just enjoy. Luckily, that’s what keeps coming up. I wouldn’t shy away from anything nowadays. I wouldn’t deliberately turn down a role because it’s too similar to this or what not. Physically I’ve changed a lot since I was in Harry Potter, which probably is one of the main reasons I’m not still approached with those kinds of roles anymore.

Going off of your mentioning that physical change — in the very first episode, we see you shirtless, and that’s received a lot of play in the trailers. Obviously much has been made of your appearance and this slang term of “Longbottoming.” Was shooting that something that gave you pause, like, “Oh no, I’ll be feeding into that?” Or what did you think?

Yeah, it’s a tricky one really because it’s all about context, that kind of thing, and in this series, the joke was that he’s applying fake tan. That had to be very visible, that he was applying fake tan and he wasn’t very good at it and he didn’t know what he was doing. Frankly, in that scene, the character’s almost pathetic. He’s covered in this lotion and he looks ridiculous, and it was more about trying to look silly than anything else. But obviously you have that concern when that becomes a talking point — like, “Oh, you’ve changed from when you were younger and you look like this,” and all this. As much as I have changed and I would like to be able to showcase a change in terms of my range, I don’t want to get bogged down in it either. I don’t want to be known as the guy who changed into someone who looks better or whatever. It is — I don’t want to say a concern — but it certainly is something I think about when I take roles. When opportunities come up sometimes and you read in the first sentence of the character description “has great abs,” I’m like, I’m not so sure I want to do that. Not least because I don’t have great abs, but because you don’t want to get known for one thing.

The show reunites you with Zoë Wanamaker as your mother, whom keen Harry Potter fans will recognize as flying instructor Madam Hooch in the first film, when Neville breaks his wrist. What was it like reuniting with her and working with her as an adult actor and playing her son?

It’s wonderful, actually. I was a very shy boy, a very nervous kind of boy, a bit like Neville actually. I don’t think I really spoke to many people on the set that weren’t my age, whether that was crew, directors, DPs, or the adult actors around us, who were all wonderful and very approachable, but I was just such a nervous kid that I didn’t really form strong relationships and bonds with them. It was only that I got older and matured and grew in confidence in myself that suddenly I started to have these relationships. I look back on Potter and I think, “Oh God, I wish I spent more time talking to Gary Oldman. I wish I spent more time talking to Richard Harris or whatever.” Lucky for me, I’ve been able to continue my career and have had the opportunity to work with people from Harry Potter again on different projects and have those relationships. It’s brilliant. Robbie Coltrane, who I don’t think I hardly said anything to during filming, I now text him

To come on to set and have Miranda Richardson and Zoë Wanamaker — Zoë playing my mother, and to be able to have this relationship. I was always terrified that none of these people would even remember who I was, that they’d be like, “Oh you were Neville — who is that? I don’t know who you were.” They’re all just so charming and so full of humility. And Zoë straightaway was like, “I’ve been so looking forward to it. I was so thrilled when Kay told me you were taking this role.” It was just so nice to be able to speak to her and not feel like this terrified little boy, and to be able to just be an actor on set with her and to talk about the old times, but just enjoy the now.

It’s still really rare to see storylines that circle around older women; was that something that attracted you to the project and something you’d like to see more of personally?

Absolutely. On that phone call I had with Kay, you could see how much it meant to her from that perspective, and what I meant when I said there’s a lot of her in this script. What Kay said was there’s just not a lot on television for women of that age, for women full stop. Obviously there’s a lot more women playing lead roles on our TV screens than ever before, but in truth, it’s still not an equal playing field. So to have three strong women in these lead roles and then to have them of a certain age is just, it’s wonderful, it’s brilliant. There is a huge group of people who are marginalized and don’t often get heroes they can relate to on TV. This is filling a void there and also being performed by three fantastic actresses, who I’ve grown up watching on television and film. When Kay described it to me and I heard her passion for it, it felt like a wonderful opportunity to be involved in. Kay said at the read-through before we all sat down to read the first script, “So often throughout my career, I’ve watched television and I’ve seen men being propped up and supported by women who are playing the wife of, the mother of, the daughter of, the secretary of, etc., and finally I’ve written something where it’s the men that are supporting these women. It’s the women who are leading and the men who are being the husbands of, the sons of, the secretaries of.” When she said that, I just thought that was something brilliant.

For those who might still be on the fence about watching, what’s your quick pitch for them to tune in?

In terms of pedigree, you won’t find much better than Kay Mellor. I don’t think she’s ever had a poor script in her, to be honest. Everything she’s written has been very, very well received critically and by the general public. In this particular series, we’ve got what may on the face of it feel quite niche, [but] it’s very accessible to everyone. These are real people — every single one of these characters, not just the three women, every one of these characters are quite a bit relatable. They’re people you know; they are you. It’s a piece of England that, maybe in America, people aren’t really aware of. It’s not London, it’s the north. It’s kind of grittier, it’s more real, it’s more human. The issues that these people face are universal, and there may be some dark moments, some real heart-racing drama, but that just makes the humor, of which there is plenty, so much more heightened and laugh-out-loud funny. There’s something for everyone.

The fifth episode of Girlfriends premieres on ITV at 9pm this Wednesday, 31st January 2018.

#itv girlfriends #matthew lewis #zoe wanamaker #miranda richardson #kay mellor #interview 2018 #finally another interview thank you

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