Kika unjustified red, half of United on yellows, whatever mess happened at Chelsea City, and just opened Arsenal United again to see Lotte flooring SchĂŒller?? What is on the pitch tonight
Turns out having a good phone camera at games is life changing! So happy to see Hannah back, finally saw Ffion play too and had an autograph from Millie đ
a/n; a very self-indulgent fic for me and the 5 other keira stans. but especially @butchbronze. read the tags. enjoy :)
"You were such a good girl today." Keira's voice is inflicted with a scratch, a raspiness, that can only be reflective of her commanding the pitch for another ninety minutes. It also carries a low, softness, an authoritative purr, a tone reserved only for you. It's been a while since she last spoke to you like this.Â
You find yourself sat straddled on her lap, just as she instructed when you walked into the empty changing room a few minutes ago. The captain's armband still sits comfortably on her bicep, and you can't help but lightly feel up her muscles. A cold hand sneaks under your shirt, feeling firmly up your skin towards your sports bra. You shudder, for the temperature shock, and the passion.
Keira always touched you with certainty, always looked at you with certainty. You were her perfect submissive, an unmistakable fit to her desires.Â
When you first arrived at Chelsea, you were timid around the older girls, easily distracted and easily overcome by imposter syndrome.
Being nice never worked on you.
Which was ironic, considering you yourself were a very nice, amicable, sweet person. You liked equally nice, easy-going people, but you were drawn to the ones who gave you something you couldn't quite handle.Â
And Keira's cold complexity did just that. She said a lot with a little, she took her job seriously and remained an alluring mystery to you for a number of months. Keira never praised you, never paid you much attention at all, until she did. Quietly, subtly.Â
Perhaps she noticed your guilty interest, perhaps she naturally read your type. Either way, something became of the harsh glares, the intentional brushes of shoulders, the unyielding edge to the banter she tossed your way. Not love. But something equally as devotional.Â
Keira didn't always make you feel good. She was sharp, determined, quick to judge and hard to impress. She set strict boundaries about who you were to her. She warned you of the kind of leader she was, but you took it all without second thought. You asked for more, every time.
Moreover, you had no real reason to trust her, but doing so repaid you tenfold. Keira was soft at the core, gentle as a featherâs touch when she held you together after breaking you apart. Sometimes she gave you tough love, sometimes she left you in the dark completely. But perhaps you didn't always need the touch of her hand to know her warmth is there.Â
"I did it for you." You murmur against her warm neck, blonde curls tickling your face just as you like. In the final game of the season, you had scored not once, but twice.Â
It was almost tender, the way she had squeezed the back of your neck while the rest of your teammates surrounded you in prideful excitement. Your face was pressed into Alyssa's shoulder, but you'd recognise Keira's hand anywhere. It made you stop for a moment, the headspace she sent you into was a trip.Â
So, maybe what you did with each other was morally and ethically dubious, a substantial risk for both of you, but nothing killed the desire. You thrived on Keira's approval, your sensitive self slowly welcomed her control.Â
It wouldn't be the first time Keira rewarded you in a less-than-private setting.Â
"I know you did." She whispers, before harshly locking onto your neck. It makes you gasp, her desperation almost ferocious.
"Keira-" you squeak with sudden pleasure, your hand tightening around her bicep as she pulls your skin between her teeth. No games for five days, she wouldn't take 'no marks' for an answer. Your body squirms a bit on her lap, trying to keep quiet and fight the urge for her touch.Â
"Be still. I want to take my time fucking you when we're back, but you're going to give me this first. Ten minutes. I know you can do it." She says low and steady, her hand firmly grasping beneath your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with her before kissing you.Â
You're taken aback by how gentle she is with it, having to slow yourself down, so used to having to catch up with her deep and passionate control. Usually, outrunning you and making you helpless seems to be her biggest kink. She became someone she didn't recognise around you, which was as terrifying as it was thrilling.Â
Your tongue brushes against hers and you swear you get dizzy, rarely treated to such tenderness. Keira is first to pull away, her hand groping you hard over your sports-bra, moving to the other breast in quick succession. It doesn't even give you pleasure, rather, it marks her stake on your body.Â
She nudges you to lean into her neck, and you begin to kiss and suck gently, just as she taught you.Â
"I'm so proud of you. My little superstar. Those tears in training don't mean so much now, do they." Her voice is rough but praising, and you shudder, desperately wanting to make her feel good. Months of anxiety and fear of failure wash away. Keira is proud of you.
"Thank you." You say breathlessly, pressing a final kiss to her jaw.
"You've given me so much, I don't know what I would do without you Kei." Her touch overwhelms you, your breath tight as your body aches for her, almost against your will.Â
Keira cracks a rare, genuine smile. Sometimes you wonder if she feels more for you than she lets on. You, for one, weren't afraid to admit just how impassioned you were for her.
"Don't get too much now." She teases, stroking your hair and urging your head to rest on her shoulder as her other hand trails down your abdomen with a deceiving softness. "I'll show you how happy I am with my actions, not words."Â
You nod passively, her fingertips crossing the waistband of your shorts and underwear.Â
"Relax for me, love. You won't be able to come if you get in your head." She keeps you in place, and you press your nose against her neck again, the warmth a comfort to your cold skin.
Her hands confidently caress your inner thighs, and your hips shift in her lap, the wet ache between them almost unbearable. She could do things like this, because she knew it took so little to have you falling apart. There was something about her that played you, so effortlessly.Â
She lets you writhe a bit, revelling in your palpable desperation.Â
"You need daddy to make you feel good, hm?" She whispers, moving two fingers over the crotch of your underwear and slowly rubbing them back and forth. The honorific makes your adrenaline spike, heat overwhelming you. You couldn't even pretend you hated it.
"Yes. Fuck." You murmur thoughtlessly, shuddering when you get the first hit of relief. Chasing it some more. You can't help but messily grind against her, your heart pounding from the way each breath seems to echo throughout the room. Exposing. Tantalising.Â
"You make it so hard to be kind when you're such a sweet mess like this." Her voice drops into something dirtier. The threat makes your stomach twist pleasurably.Â
"Don't want you to be kind." You stammer. She lets out a rough chuckle, tightening her grip around the back of your neck. Controlling now.
"Really? Toughened you up have I?" She teases, flexing her fingers slightly so they press against your aching clit. You let out a stifled moan into the black fabric of her kit.Â
"No," she says lowly, matter-of-factly. "I still think you're a sensitive thing who melts when I call her a good girl." She says, those two words making your breath get caught in your throat.
"Keira-"
"Don't be shy now. You know what you want to call me." You hadn't noticed her hand cupping your bare hip, helping guide your needy grinding. But it wasn't enough, you needed to feel her against you.Â
"Daddy- please." You feel the subtle humiliation sink deep in your gut, a confusing excitement. Keira's thighs tense beneath you. You need her. You need her so horribly.
"Does getting told what to do on the pitch turn you on? Maybe I'll have you calling me captain from now on. Your little face...I'll never get over it." There is a dirty pride in Keira's tone, but she was right.Â
You loved it when she was captain.Â
Not just for the safety her presence brought you, but there was something deeper, more shameful that got you so worked up about it. Maybe it was how unassuming Keira was as a leader, maybe it was the fact you got to see glimpses of who she is in your private moments.
Her fingers nudge your underwear to the side and begin to trace your clit in teasing circles. The worry that someone could walk in at any time has your pulse hammering.Â
"You need this, don't you princess." She slips her fingers lower to collect more wetness, and your core tenses.Â
"Grind." She says into your ear. The instruction is simple. Her fingers flatten and you mimic what you were doing earlier, except much more direct. You suppress your whines as best you can, but fuck, it feels incredible.
"That's it." She urges, and you feel the tension of the game unravelling. You continue to rock your hips against her firm fingers, slow but purposeful motions, lifting your head only to initiate a heated kiss. You can't resist her.Â
The pleasure hits you every time, trying to get her fingertips to hit your clit in the best way possible.Â
"Tell me how it feels," Keira urges, one hand firmly on your hip, the other sneaking around your neck. She doesn't press down, but the sensation of her fingertips ghosting the sensitive skin is enough to make you heady with desire.Â
"Feels good." You croak out, breath getting snatched from you with each movement you desperately chase.Â
"You love it when daddy rewards you like this, don't you. Such a gorgeous girl. Such a good girl." She purrs. Her words make your head fall back.
It isnât long however, before you lose a bit of momentum, and frustration etches its way into the sound you let out. Keira catches on, but remains still, enjoying the struggle until you find your words.
"I need more." You confess in a rasp, looking at Keira rosy-cheeked and pathetically gone. She raises her eyebrows a bit, a look of contemplation on her face. It doesn't take long before it softens however, the tiny release of tension in her expression, and relief floods through you. You'd learnt Keira well over the past few months, as well as she knew you.
âWhere do you want my fingers, hm?â She rubs your clit gently, making it hard to form a coherent sentence. You had been thinking about her all day, for the past few days to be exact, waiting for a time when you two could be together again.Â
"Please, daddy. Put them inside." You beg quietly, betraying your sweetness with such vulgar words. Keira can't help but smirk just a bit. Her fingers shift, and suddenly, they're pushing into you.
A gasp is ripped from you, and her free hand inches back up towards your throat again.
"Shh. You're alright.â She brings you closer against her front. âI've got you." Her honeyed words send heat to your core, the intrusion is tight but slowly welcomed. Her other fingers press tentatively inwards on the sides of your throat, hardly to much physical effect but the sensation of being at her mercy makes you crumble.Â
"That's it. Taking me so well. Donât rush it, just let the feeling build." She coaxes, and you slump against her slightly, overwhelmed by sensation.Â
You rest on her shoulder, but your eyes stay glued to the door, despite knowing everyone else had left, and most likely assumed you had as well.Â
âFocus on me.â Keira gently snaps you out of the daze, her fingers working you up to a steady rhythm of gentle thrusting and pressing inwards.Â
âGod,â you groan, your back arching slightly. Your hand finds her bicep again, and you feel it flexing under the pressure of pleasuring you, especially against the strain of your underwear. She doesnât let it hinder her however, she still does it so expertly you can hardly place what sheâs doing. Just that it makes you melt. Â
âCome on, ride me baby. This is all for you.â Her voice was hot as it is, raspy and direct, but when it turns sensual, you swear youâve never been so weak.
Grinding once again, she pulls moan after moan from you. The heel of her palm finds your clit perfectly, and the pressure begins to build. Your movements become erratic, heavy breaths from both of you filling the room.
âFucking hell, youâre the prettiest thing Iâve ever had. Iâm obsessed.â Keiraâs fingers work you deep inside, curving forward to press against your g-spot in bouts of quick succession. It feels otherworldly, so damn good you might just lose your mind.Â
âGod- Kei, I fucking canât,â You gasp when her pace gets borderline aggressive, the tension wound around you tightly, but she retaliates by reminding you where her other hand is. Firm. Around your neck. She squeezes once and you gasp. Fear rushes through you in that tantalising way, but Keiraâs eyes promise you no harm.Â
"Quiet." She hisses, before kissing you again, harder this time. You can't even find the breath to moan into the kiss. The pleasure pools hot and heavy in your abdomen, chasing the high so viscerally that you forget everything else.Â
Keira knows when youâre getting close. When youâre at the edge. When sheâs tipped you over. Thereâs nothing you can hide, so you donât even try.Â
"Gonna come on daddyâs fingers are you? Disgracing yourself in front of the captain?â She smirks, her voice kept a low purr compared to the sounds she pulls from you as you tremble. You hadnât even noticed how close you had gotten, but it makes sense that your first orgasm comes on hard and fast. She applies the slightest pressure on your neck, just enough to dizzy you even further.Â
"Yeah, thatâs my girl. Go on then, let it happen. Show me how good you can be.â Her words tip you over the edge a matter of seconds later, and you come with a broken moan that comes flooding out as you soak her hand.Â
White-hot pleasure pulses through you, Keiraâs firm body against yours keeping you grounded to the sensations. Her fingers soften their thrusting as you come, not wanting to overstimulate you, instead a gentle reminder that she can adhere to your precise desires when she wants to.Â
âKeira,â you gasp over and over. You rarely used each otherâs names, so it felt strangely intimate when youâre thoughtlessly confessing it in the throes of pleasure.Â
âI know sweetheart, I know.â She soothes, and with a final shudder, you collapse against her. Her free arm pulls you close.
âDeep breath.â Keira murmurs as she pulls her fingers out, dragging them up to your sensitive clit just once before readjusting your underwear. She carelessly wipes them on your shorts.
âYou did so well for me, did you enjoy that?â She asks, holding you close as you continue to tremble slightly, flushed with warmth. You give a weak nod, and Keira kisses the side of your face twice. You breathe in the smell of her freshly washed hair, adoring the sensation of her curls surrounding your face.Â
"I've got you. Letâs get out of here when youâre ready, yeah? Iâll make you a nice dinner and weâll continue this at home.â
My next smut fic is vaguely inspired by a dream my dear friend had where Lucy for some reason did a Quinn audio (erotic audio app that celebs do sometimes) and it wasâŠreally hot. My take on it is Lucy sending a slightly roleplay-esq voice memo to reader after being accused of not being bold enough with her flirting over text/call basically like guided masturbation for both reader (in the fic) and reader (you) so trust it will feed u horny freaks
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