you've been at richmond for a few months and somewhere along the way, jamie tartt had apparently called dibs on you.
well, at least in his head.
to keep up with the times, keeley and rebecca had decided to hire a social media manager for the club. a fresh, younger pair of eyes to help attract broader audiences and a bit more international attention.
that's how you ended up here, spending most of your days taking pictures of the boys during training. they always groaned dramatically whenever you walked onto the pitch, acting like you were ruining their day by asking them to pose for a photo or film a silly tiktok.
except for one.
jamie fucking tartt.
no one loved attention more than him, especially when it was yours, and it annoyed you to no end. every time you tried to film one of the other players he'd somehow wander into frame, showing off for the camera like he couldn't physically help himself.
during charity galas and press conferences, he followed you around like a puppy, asking every five minutes if you'd caught his good side, whether he should undo another button on his shirt, or if his hair looked better pushed back.
but worst of all was how convinced he seemed that you'd already fallen for him.
you'd overheard him telling the lads it was only a matter of time before you came around. that you clearly fancied him, you just hadn't admitted it yet.
you hated the smug grin he'd flash whenever you walked into the coaches' office. hated how his hand somehow always found your waist as he squeezed past you. hated how he'd dedicate goals during training to you, making ted laugh while your face burned with embarrassment.
today, though, you weren't in the mood. you'd spent the entire morning avoiding him while the team trained, hoping you'd get through the day in peace.
and just when you thought you were safe, you saw him leaving the changing room, already heading your way.
"oi!"
you muttered a quiet fuck under your breath and walked straight to the boot room, hoping to escape him.
but of course, he followed.
"were you runnin' away from me?"
the door clicked shut behind him. you turned around to find him standing there with an exaggerated pout that was so obviously fake it should've been illegal.
and unfortunately, it worked. a laugh escaped before you could stop it.
bastard.
"you're so fucking annoying, has anyone ever told you that?"
"few times, yeah."
he took a step forward, and you took two steps back, refusing to let him invade your space, even if the tension between you was becoming impossible to ignore.
"do you ever shut up, jamie?" you scoffed.
"not really."
you kept walking backwards until your back hit the wall.
he was close enough now for you to see the beads of sweat still clinging to his skin after training. the room suddenly felt much warmer than it had a second ago.
"i know a way t'make me shut up, babe."
he leaned in but you were quicker. your hand caught his face, squeezing his cheeks together before he could kiss you.
"i know a better one."
for once he listened.
you slid both hands onto his shoulders and pushed. it only took him a second to catch on before he dropped to his knees in front of you.
you lifted your skirt just enough. not your proudest moment, but he was a ridiculously hot footballer. you could only be so strong...
"make that mouth of yours useful for once."
your heartbeat pounded in your ears, reminding you that you were literally at your workplace, breaking approximately every hr policy ever written.
but every sensible thought slipped from your mind the second jamie dragged his tongue over the fabric of your underwear.
he looked up immediately, wearing the most infuriating grin you'd ever seen. "like this?"
you were absolutely fucked.
half your brain was desperately trying to focus on the way his hands slid beneath your skirt. the other half was already wondering how you'd survive facing everyone once you walked back outside. jamie, meanwhile, didn't seem remotely concerned.
you looked down again. he hooked your underwear aside before burying his face between your thighs without an ounce of shame, licking up along your slit. he attacked the task with the same confidence he played football with, lapping at your already wet cunt eagerly.
one of your hands buried itself in his hair, urging him closer. you felt him hum against you, the vibration so delicious it nearly made your knees buckle. you pressed your lips together, trying your hardest not to make a sound as his hands settled firmly on your hips and his tongue teased your clit.
"fuck, jamie…"
he answered with another muffled whine. it doesn't surprise you that a guy that never shuts up is so noisy even when eating you out. you lifted one leg onto his shoulder, giving him better access to fuck his tongue into you.
he glanced up through his pretty lashes. you gave his hair a teasing tug and he laughed. even now, even on his knees, he still found ways to wind you up. and that only made you want him more.
he picked up the pace, determined, greedy, alternating between thrusting his tongue into you and sucking your clit, still moaning and grunting against your dripping pussy. at this point, the only things keeping you upright were the wall behind you and his hands gripping your thighs.
he must've realised you were close, your hips betrayed you before your mouth ever could. so he drove you straight to the edge, licking you up faster like it was his last meal. your free hand flew over your mouth to keep the noise down.
you came with a muffled moan, your legs shaking under jamie's grip as your cum dripped on his tongue and down his chin. he chased your high with slower strokes, cleaning you up as much as he could, taking his time until your breathing finally started to settle.
only then did he press soft kisses along the inside of your thighs, and you entertained him for a few moments until you were too sensitive for his touch.
"that's enough." you tugged him back by the hair. this time, his little whine of protest made you laugh.
you adjusted your clothes again as he stood up. he rubbed one hand over the back of his neck as he stood, stretching his knees with a quiet groan.
"if that's your way of shuttin' me up..." that stupid grin appeared again, he looked entirely too pleased with himself. "...i'm just gonna keep talkin' even more."
"oh, fuck off."
but there wasn't much irritation left in your voice anymore.
you wiped his spit and your cum off his chin with your thumb before absent-mindedly licking it clean. jamie's eyes followed the movement without blinking.
"well?" you nodded toward the door, "don't you have some balls to kick?"
he chuckled to himself, shrugging. "yeah."
he reached the door, hand already on the handle. then he looked back over his shoulder. "don't miss me too much, babe."
you rolled your eyes. the smirk he gave you before walking out made you want to throw one of the boots at his head.
"...cocky prick."
you let your head fall back against the wall. the grin spreading across your face betrayed you immediately.
Friendly neighborhood reminder that even though Ted Lasso is a sweetheart angel, he is also canonically well-endowed, good in bed and once had a discussion with Coach Beard about pegging. He contains multitudes and I for one am thankful 😌
fuckkkkk i'm only at mid season 2 so that pegging information is hitting me like CRACK i need him in ways that would terrify a therapist
do u think sammy would like being called "bunny"?? i feel like he would be a little confused at first, but he's sooo bunny adjacent (coming from your zootopia post LOL)
hehehe YES. that's officer bunny to you!
the first time it happens is when sammy's laying on your chest, and you have his face in your hands. he leans his head into one of your palms, and lets his eyes flutter shut, nose twitching. you can't help but coo, "baby, you look just like a bunny right now!"
his eyes fly open and he's stuttering: "d-do i? what? babe, no, i'm a grown man..." he's trying sooo hard to beat the allegations, but his words come out a little smushed from where his chubby cheeks are pressed into your hands.
and when you start petting his hair and you whisper, "do you like this, bunny?" sammy's a goner. he breathes out a pitiful "yeah..." and melts into your touch <3
the one thing you enjoyed that andrew did not were the parties his brothers threw at the cody house. you were a partier at heart and relished the attention you got whenever you slipped into a swimsuit and danced to whatever trashy music blasted through the speakers.
sometimes you'd help deran or j behind the makeshift bar, smiling a little too sweetly at everyone who came asking for a drink, and inevitably, your number.
much to andrew's annoyance, of course. he never said anything. he'd just watch from somewhere off to the side, jaw tight, hands shoved into his pockets, pretending he wasn't paying attention while his eyes never really left you.
tonight, though, you weren't in the mood to dance. you'd claimed one of the wooden lounge chairs by the pool, a margarita in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
craig had thrown you into the water a few minutes ago, so you were letting the warm night air dry your skin before going back inside. that's when you noticed andrew making his way toward you.
when he finally stopped beside your chair, you noticed the split in his lip before anything else. dried blood had crusted along his hairline and his knuckles were scraped raw. he stood there in silence for a few seconds.
"…i fucked up." he slurred out his words. he clearly had been drinking, which was unlike him.
"yeah?" you looked up at him with a grin, confused.
another long pause. he opened and closed his fists nervously.
"...did something bad."
there it was, you knew that look.
the boys had been out on a job earlier that day, and whenever andrew came back with that look on his face, he always ended up finding you before anyone else.
he looked at you for a moment, that vacant stare that unsettled you sometimes. you stubbed your cigarette out against the ashtray balanced on the armrest and sat up, uncrossing your legs to make room for him.
"come here."
he obeyed without hesitation, lowering himself onto the edge of the chair. up close, you caught the smell of alcohol on his breath. andrew didn't really drink that much, but you liked him like this, he got a little braver to ask for what he wanted.
"what happened?"
he swallowed, lowering his gaze. "i… hurt somebody."
of course, you sighed. you reached over and brushed a damp curl away from his forehead. "you need to quit this family."
he looked up at you, visibly bothered by your suggestion even though it wasn't the first time.
he was quiet again. people laughed and the music thumped somewhere behind you. and yet, you two only had eyes for eachother.
"…i should get punished." he mumbled, eyes dropping back to his hands.
you were stunned for a moment, definetely didn't expect this. sometimes it was scary how much andrew trusted you and put himself in your hands. but most of all, it was thrilling.
"you've been a bad dog, andrew."
he just nodded, sad puppy face guiltying you into fullfilling his wish. although he didn't specified how.
you lit another cigarette. it was one of those blueberry menthol ones that andrew hated, but he couldn't have cared less right now as he watched you take a slow drag. he looked almost hypnotized, his eyes fixed on the glowing cherry as it burned bright between your fingers.
"you always come to me looking all sad and guilty every time you fuck up, and yet you keep going back to them again and again." you teased him as you blew the smoke into his face.
a smirk tugged at your lips when you caught him pawing at his cock through his jeans. you didn't care if anyone noticed the two of you, but he was doing an awful job of hiding it.
"please?"
he rested a hand on either side of your waist against the lounge chair, leaning in until he was practically cradling your lap. if he weren't so much bigger than you, you probably would've let him.
any trace of good judgment had drowned hours ago alongside the countless tequila shots you'd had, so you didn't question the idea the moment it crossed your mind.
andrew was wearing a sleeveless shirt, it was almost too obvious.
you slipped the fabric aside and pressed the lit end of the cigarette against the bare skin of his shoulder.
"fuck!" he yelped loud enough to make you flinch, but not loud enough to draw more than a glance from the people partying around the pool. the deafening music was helping him out this time.
you pulled your hand away immediately, a little scared. it had only touched his skin for a second, but a small burn had already begun to bloom. it definitely looked painful.
then again, you knew andrew. he could take more.
"please…" he whimpered as you brought the cigarette back to your lips and lit it again.
"you should be apologizing already."
your free hand dug into his thigh, keeping him in place while you pressed the cigarette against his shoulder again. andrew trembled beneath your touch, the heat leaving another scar on his freckled skin.
"shit… i'm sorry. please, i'm sorry. fuck, it hurts…" he moaned desperately, head hanging low in embarrasment.
you stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray before leaning down to soothe the burn with a wet kiss, tonguing at the skin of his shoulder to ease the pain.
your hand replaced his over the front of his jeans, and you couldn't help laughing softly as you felt the dampness beneath the fabric.
"pervert," you giggled. "nasty dog... maybe i'd have to punish you further."
he nodded eagerly before you'd even finished speaking, like he'd already accepted whatever came next.
sammy bryant the type of guy to want to dress up as nick wilde and judy hopps from zootopia for halloween. i'll do it... but only if he's judy. he's the cop, after all, it just makes more sense! and he has that twitchy little nose. put on the ears bunny boy 😛
