IMAGINE. (wsl)

𝘀𝘄𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘀 - 𝗸.𝗺𝗰𝗰𝗮𝗯𝗲 ꨄ

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲: 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍. 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝟣𝟪+ 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐.

⍟ 𝗒𝖾𝖺 𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄!!

it was a brutal game against ireland, fouls being committed everywhere.

and by everywhere, i mean katie mccabe.

going up against the captain wasn't easy by any means, she was the most determined defender on the pitch and was afraid to slide into tackles.

i wasn't any less determined, but as the opposing captain and striker, i was typically the one on the other end of her tackles.

however by the end of the first half, australia had already gained three goals. one scored by me and the other two assisted by me.

clearly that didn't set katie in a good mood and she was even worse on the pitch than before. where she'd hadn't been targeting me in the first half, now it was just me. i'd hit the ground more times in the first ten minutes than i had in the whole first half. all courtesy of katie.

when i was thrown over again and i looked up to see katie at fault, that was my final straw.

"what the he'll was that? you could seriously injure me if you keep going."

"woah, calm down there, yn. just trying to do my job."

her thick irish accent coating her words while her eyes bore into mine, making it harder to comeback. so i stood there for a second, fuming in silence, while katie had a shit-eating grin plastered on her face.

the game moved on with no cards and australia ended up winning four - nil.

when the final whistle blew and everyone was celebrating, i walked over to katie.

"good game."

i held out my hand to shake. the irish captain looked at me then my hand. when she finally shook it, she spoke up.

"we should swap shirts."

that was all she said, leaving it up to me to decide.

"sure."

i lifted my arms above my head, bringing my shirt up and off my body with it. i could feel katie's eyes on my abdomen, just trailing along the muscles. it was only when i held mine out to her that she snapped out of her stupor and took hers off too.

my eyes naturally found her abs, memorising the ripple when she lifted her arms.

we handed over our shirts, putting on the opposing colour. it didn't feel natural, slipping on the bright green of ireland, but i was willing to do it for katie.

she had tugged on the golden-yellow of mine, and the cameraman walked over to get a photo of us together.

when we parted, i shook her hand again, before walking back to my team.

we all made a lap around the stadium, signing things and some of my teammates gave away their shirts, but i kept the green one to myself. when we made it back to the tunnel, the ireland players were nowhere to be found. they'd gone down the tunnel earlier while we'd interacted with fans.

my team all traipsed ahead of me, still high on the adrenaline of the crucial win.

then someone grabbed my wrist, tugging me in the opposite direction.

turns out that person was katie. still wearing my shirt from earlier, she pulled me into the irish changing rooms. no one was in the room, apparently all having left the stadium earlier.

"they aren't here. coach took everyone back to the hotel. i said i had someone to see."

katie spoke up, noticing my hesitation.

she tugged me further in, then spinning me around and pinning me against the door.

"my name on your back does things you can't imagine, love."

"katie-"

"you have no idea how much i want to kiss you right now."

"so do it."

she was taken aback by my sudden response to her less-than-professional words. but, without second thoughts, she dove right in and pressed her lips against mine.

they were soft but desperate against my own. she ran her tongue across my bottom lip, silently requesting permission. i instinctively opened my mouth and she wasted no time slipping her tongue in.

i let out a small whine, somehow begging katie to do something more.

she lifted her knee to press against my crotch, giving me the smallest amount of pressure where i needed it most.

her actions elicited a mown from me, had me begging for more.

"please katie, touch me."

a smirk grew on her face, and there was now a fire in her eyes, like she was hungry. she slid her hands down to my waist, tugging down my shorts and underwear.

her fingers trailed down to my thighs, spreading them slightly then dipping a finger into my folds. she dragged it through, gathering my wetness on her finger before sucking it clean.

"katie."

i groaned at her, she sure was taking her time.

"patience, love."

with that, she slipped fingers back down to my dripping core. almost immediately she pushed inside me and set a steady pace.

she started out slow, thrusting in and out rhythmically, allowing me time to adjust to her intrusion. then she sped up, her biceps flexing in the process.

i was moaning at the full feeling of her fingers inside me, hips rocking to meet katie's thrusts.

"faster katie, please."

"as you wish, princess."

she sped up even further, adding her thumb to bump against my clit. the pressure sent me into overdrive.

"katie, katie- i'm cumming!"

i felt myself let go as katie fucked me through my orgasm. she gently slowed down her pace until she pulled out.

"we should do this again sometime, princess."