#aggie beever jones x reader

[woso-dreamzzz]

Injured (Alexia's Version): Future IV

Aggie Beever-Jones x Putellas!Reader

Summary: You and your 'new friend' in Mallorca

There's a soft pad of feet outside the cabana and you peak an eye open.

Your partner for this holiday approaches, fresh from the ocean and your open eye tracks her progress towards the towel that she uses to dry off.

"I don't think I've ever been to a better beach."

"I told you." You sit up, rolling your shoulders. "Everything is better in Spain."

Aggie sits on the edge of your sunbed, fingers slowly walking up your bare leg until they rest on the curve of your knee. "Well, you've certainly shown me that."

You sip at your drink.

It's gone kind of warm in the hot summer sun but it's still drinkable, still full of flavour that gives you that nice buzz in your veins.

"Well," You say, your quiet voice carrying across the air like a secret," I do try."

Aggie's hand climbs up to your thigh, rubbing your skin lightly as she shuffles closer.

"You've done a very good job at it."

You move closer as well until there's barely a centimetre between you.

"Isn't it so nice that this cabana is private?" You drawl, fluttering your eyelashes as you press as close as you can without actually touching your lips against hers.

"Just us," You continue," So far away from anyone else. Just me and you."

"It's perfect," Aggie husks and you finally connecting your lips, grabbing at the back of her neck to deepen it.

She allows you that control at least.

Aggie's fallen into this role fairly well. She knows this isn't going to end in a relationship and, frankly, she doesn't care at all. Straight out of a relationship herself, she's completely fine with this just being a friends with benefits situation.

Your hand pulls at Aggie's neck and she grins into the kiss, finally taking control of it.

You lay back against your sun lounger, grinning as well when Aggie hovers over you.

She's panting, glancing around. "How long until you think that waiter guy's coming back?"

"Forty five minutes? An hour?" You say," He came by a few minutes before you came back."

"Excellent," Aggies says," That leaves us plenty of time."

The sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in red and pink and blue.

You sip at your drink, eyeing Aggie over the top of her menu.

"What?" She says," Is there something on my face?"

"Nothing," You laugh," You look very pretty tonight."

"Flatterer."

"I'm just telling the truth."

"You're in a sappy mood today."

You lift up your drink. "Must be the alcohol."

You both laugh and you relax easily into small talk.

"This trip has been lovely," Aggie says suddenly as the evening winds down," Thanks for inviting me."

"Thank you for not being intimidated by my mother."

That match when you first met, Aggie had nearly been caught on the wrong side of Alexia's wrath after absolutely clattering one of the Barcelona players two minutes into the second half.

"I won't say she's not scary," Aggie says," But I know how to stand my ground."

"I'm glad and pray you never have to meet her in her own house," You tease.

Aggie winks. "Good thing I'm not your girlfriend. God help whoever meets your mother as your girlfriend."

"I can drink to that."

[repulsiveliquidation]

One Thing Led to Another || Aggie Beever-Jones

warnings : smut 18+, face-fucking, strap sucking, strap-on sex, cunnilingus, rough sex, rough oral sex, orgasm control, aftercare.

a/n : everyone say thank you spicy anon

Aggie was a confident woman. She knows her skills on the pitch speaks for itself. 

Those rules apply for her skills in the bedroom. There was this aura about her, she simply knew they were good, there was no need to tell her. 

She loved it best when you were pliant and obedient. Pretty eyes fluttering up at her. Arms tucked behind your back. Jaw slack for her to fuck. 

That's how she had you in front of her right now. Knees aching, arms shackled behind you, jaw sloppy and hers to use. 

Aggie leaned over you, lips sporting her gorgeous smile. She kissed your nose before standing back up to hold her cock right in front of your face. 

“Shall we go again, darling?” Aggie asks mockingly, the tip of her strap teasing your lips. She presses in when you open your mouth to answer, the sound of you choking sends shivers down her spine. 

Her hands pull and grab fistfuls of your hair, using the leverage to fuck your throat. She moans like she feels the sensations, a manic smile on her face. Aggie watches your eyes water and your throat sputter, her hips not being gentle one bit. 

“You look so pretty like this babygirl,” she groans. “Such a good toy for me aren’t you?” 

Aggie pulls out and pats your cheek hard a couple times, pinching your cheeks together before smashing her lips to yours. She kisses you sloppily, tongue slipping into your mouth too. 

She moves over to the bed and sits down, beckoning you to kneel before her. 

You do, sitting right in front of her neatly. She caresses your cheek, pecking your forehead. You begin to relax when she pulls your head back a little roughly only to slap her strap on your lips. You whine, hands aching to hold onto her thick thighs; you knew better than that. 

She forces the silicone deep into your mouth, moaning when you take the whole thing. She gets a little excited, hips fucking into your mouth a little too desperately. She sits back down and lets you take over, watching as your hands hesitantly frame her cock to suck. 

Your lips wrap around her cock perfectly, taking the whole appendage easily. You breathe through your nose steadily, pulling back to spit all over her. 

Aggie can’t catch her breath, the sight of you practically drooling for her cock sends her spiraling. Her knuckles are white from holding onto the white sheets too tight, fingers begging to be tangled in your hair again. One hand wins, resting on top of your head to guide you up and down on her cock. 

She pulls you off just before the pure sensations send her towards a hands-free orgasm. You settle into her lap, arms wrapped around her neck while you kiss hotly. She grabs a fistful of your ass, spanking you hard. You moan into her mouth and she swallows, rough hands kneading your full ass. She’s a tits girl but loves to have your ass in her hands. 

She spanks you hard a few more times, sucking your tongue gently. Your hips can’t help themselves, grinding down on her cock. You can feel it poking your inner thigh, all you needed to do was adjust yourself just a little and it would slip right…

“Ah ah ah, no ma’am,” Aggie teases, grabbing your hips. You look up at her and she’s got a look in her eye, one that you know very well. 

“Just let me enjoy you for a bit, yeah?” 

You nod, letting her maneuver you how she liked. You lifted off her and her cock slipped in, much to Aggie’s delight. You sink down and feel the whole thing fill you, your eyes locking in with Aggie. 

“Easy baby, that’s a good girl,” she praises, strong thighs helping you ride her cock. She takes your breast in her mouth, moaning when you melt into her. 

The sensations drive you crazy, her hands guiding your hips into her cock while her mouth suckles on one breast after the other. You’re not bothered to keep quiet as the sound of skin slapping and your sultry moans fill the room. 

A switch goes off in Aggie’s brain when you moan her name like a whore, her entire body suddenly overcome with strength. 

She picks you up off her cock and throws you onto the bed, pressing your legs back and fucking into you. 

“Aggie!” you cry, pussy taking her cock much deeper than you did mere seconds ago. She growls, leaning over you to suckle and bite your tits. Her hips don’t waiver, pounding right into your sweet spot.

“That’s my girl, taking my cock so well angel,” Aggie praises, hands pressing you right in half. She’s getting frustrated, eyes going dark and lustrous but she still tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear kindly. 

She pulls out and flips you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up for her. She spanks your ass before kneeling behind you. She spreads you wide open, lips sucking hard on your slick folds. You can barely think straight, before you are overwhelmed with sensations. She tongue-fucks your pussy, moaning at the taste of you and the lube on her tongue. 

“Mmh,” she moans, tongue flicking over your clit hard. You’re a moaning mess, hands unsure of what to hold onto. She spanks your ass one more time before standing up and slapping her cock on your pussy. She presses in and you whine, head spinning with the highs and lows of your arousal. 

She reaches for your arms to hold on to, using them to fuck into you harder. Her hips are strong and firm, the feeling of being bent in half sends you shuddering with pleasure. 

“Aggie, Aggie please baby,” you beg, voice stuck in your throat as the air gets stuck in your lungs. She’s stuffing you full to the brim, and you’re this close to losing it. 

“Getting close, precious?” she asks innocently, hips never losing their strength. 

“Yes, please i’m so close to cumming,” you whisper, sweat forming on your brow from how hard you were holding it in. She lets your arms go and you fall onto the bed, panting hard. She pulls your torso up to her chest, lips pressed right onto your ear. 

She pounds right into your sweet spot this way, one hand holding your arms behind your back. 

This was pleasure at its finest. 

“How about you hold it in for me, sweetheart?” she asks in her sweetest voice, hips slowing to a hard thrust every few seconds. 

“C–Can’t Aggie, suh–so fucking c–close,” you croak, tears falling down your cheeks as her hips slowly begin to speed up. 

“Hmm, I don’t want you to come just yet, darling,” she whispers into your ear. “I want you to hold it.” 

“Please Aggie, gonna cum…” you try and beg again, thighs shaking with how hard you were holding your orgasm in. 

“Hold it.” 

“Aggie! Really c–can’t!” 

“You can sweetheart, just a little more.” 

“Please hurry, hurry hurry gonna cum…!” 

“Cum.” 

Your muscles relax and your high hits and oh boy you’re seeing stars. Aggie pounds into you through it and she comes with you, your highs bouncing off each other. 

She reaches around and fondles your clit and a gush comes out of you. She doesn’t stop touching you and you’re making a right mess on the sheets but you don’t care; this is the best orgasm you’ve ever had. 

“Aggie…” you whine, reaching for her when she finally pulls out. She takes her strap off and pulls you into her arms, taking you into the bathroom. 

The shower is warm and you're standing together in each other’s arms. She’s kissing every bit of skin she can, hands caressing your every curve and valley.

You hold her face in your hands and kiss her sweetly, the warm water cascading down your body.

“Thank you,” you whisper between kisses, feeling her hands hold your waist and pull you closer. She nods into the kiss, cradling her head as she deepens it. 

“I love you,” she replies, heart growing fonder when you whisper it back to her. 

[pelova4president]

Green looks good on you

Aggie Beever-Jones x Reader

summary~ You’ve been friends with Aggie for as long as you can remember. You just don’t know when you started to catch feelings. Aggie keeps giving you mixed signals and it’s driving you insane. Will she finally confess her feelings with the help of her teammates?

Aggie has been your bestfriend since preschool. You were inseparable since the day you met her. Aggie wasn’t like all the others girls in your class. The blonde girl was funny and witty, just like you. It clicked immediately and you became bestfriends.

Aggie loved football and so, as the supportive little friend you were you would go and play with her. You weren’t really good and hardly any real competition for her but she enjoyed it anyway.

In school she would go up to the boys and ask if she could play with them. The first few times they told her no and she’d accepted that. But you were angry, they couldn’t just exclude Aggie like that.

You were standing behind your bestfriend and Aggie asked them again if she could play along and yet again they told her no. You don’t know where you’ve gotten the courage from but you walked towards the boy talking and pushed him.

“You can’t tell her no! You’re just scared she’ll beat you!” you yelled, your little eyebrows furrowed in rage.

Aggie smiled at your outburst but as some of the boys were walking towards you she got into action. She took you by your arm and signalled for you to leave.

“No Ags, i’m not leaving. They’re mean to you and you should play too!” you told her, still staring at the annoying boys infront of you.

“Fine, Aggie can play with us.” the tallest boy of the bunch said. A few boys groaned but agreed anyway.

When Aggie was able to play with the boys you didn’t have to play with her anymore. You didn’t have to stand in goal and act like a keeper even though you’d dodge every ball. You didn’t have to come home with grass stains all over your clothes because Aggie wanted to practice sliding and tackling.

You were her cheerleader on the sidelines and every time she’d score she gave you a big smile as celebration.

It wasn’t long until Aggie got to play for a real football team. Every sunday you got out of bed early, ready to go and see your bestfriend play. Her parents would drive to your house to pick you up and go straight to her club.

The first few times you did watch, but sometimes you were a bit bored and started picking flowers and made a necklace out of them. When Aggie was done she’d come up to you and you’d hand her your selfmade necklace. The two of you would act like she’d just won the World Cup and couldn’t shut up about it the whole ride home.

At the age of eight Aggie got scouted. You were over the moon for her. She deserved it but it meant you’d get less time with her. But it was her dream and that was all that mattered to you.

You still got plenty of time with her and you got to see her play every weekend. She was still she same Aggie but there were more feeling involved.

When Aggie got into the older age groups it scared you a little. It wasn’t all about the older girls that could hurt Aggie in a game but there was also more competition for you. You were scared of losing your bestfriend. She was talking about all those girls you didn’t know like they were her bestfriends. Those girls were so so pretty, you couldn’t compete.

When you were fifteen you finally realised it, you had a crush on your bestfriend. You had a crush on Aggie Beever-Jones.

At first you hated it, you even cried to your mom about it. It wasn’t so much the fact that you liked girls, it was the fact that you liked Aggie that bothered you so much. You just didn’t want to ruin your friendship. Aggie was everything to you.

It wasn’t really a surprise to your mom. She saw it coming but she hated to see you so sad.

“Why don’t you just tell her how you feel, she would never be angry or mad at you, love” your mom advised you.

“I just don’t want to lose her. She’ll be weirded out by me.” you groaned into her shoulder.

“Aggie would never be weirded out by you and i think you know that sweetheart.” she kissed your forehead.

But you couldn’t tell her, it would ruin your friendship.

There were times that you thought Aggie was giving you hints. She got more touchy than she normally was and more jealous whenever you talked about another friend of yours.

“Aggie are you jealous?” you asked her with a slight smile.

“No, i’m not jealous.” she told you coldly.

“She’s not my bestfriend, you are.” you’d assure her.

Aggie would groan and mumble a bit, “That’s not what i’m worried about.”.

Her football career and personal life melted into one when she signed her first contract. Football was her life now and she’d have to find a way to find a good balance.

Aggie took you with her to party’s and dinners of her Chelsea teammates and you knew most of them by then. Aggie had told you about most of them in detail so you wouldn’t be so nervous to meet them. And luckily they were nicer than you would’ve thought.

You don’t know why - maybe it was because Aggie took you everywhere with her, or the way you looked at each other, or how she would hold you, or how she talked about you - but every teammate of Aggie assumed you were dating, so when Aggie told them the two of you weren’t dating they were a bit surprised.

“How long have you been together anyway?” Millie Bright asked when you told her about your childhood together.

You looked panicked and didn’t answer. But Aggie did. “Oh we’re not together Mil. Just friends..” she smiled.

“Huh wait- you two are just friends?” a very loud Scottish accent almost yelled.

This time you answered, “Yeah.. just bestfriends.” you smiled politely.

Millie and Erin found each other after dinner and planned something. They just couldn’t fathom how the two of you weren’t together already. You obviously liked each other and Aggie only talked about you. And you went beyond red every time Aggie smiled at you or gave you a compliment.

Zećira interrupted the two friends to see what they were talking about and when she heard what the subject of conversation was she had to be in on it. The keeper waved Niamh over and they had it all planned out. As proud as they were of their little plan they couldn’t have you find out.

“So you’re single right?” Zećira asked you.

You nodded as you felt half of the Chelsea team’s eyes on you. You got red as a tomato as the following words fell out of Zećira mouth.

“So you’re down to date. Niamh here is single too. The two of you would make a perfect couple, don’t you think Aggie?” she grinned.

Aggie rolled her eyes, “hmm, yeah” she put on a fake smile.

Niamh was on you all evening. If she wasn’t near you on the dance floor and talking you up, she was getting you a drink.

“You look absolutely stunning.” the temporary captain whispered in your ear.

A dark blush rose to your cheeks and you thanked her. “You don’t look bad yourself.” you told her.

Aggie saw everything and without really noticing it she was holding her glass a lot tighter than necessary.

“They look good together, don’t ya think?” Erin asked the jealous forward.

“No, they don’t” Aggie flatly said.

Erin laughed at that. She had seen the way Aggie was keeping an eye on you all evening and she’d be lying is she’d say she didn’t atleast enjoy annoying Aggie a little bit. It was funny seeing her so jealous when she would never admit her feelings for you.

“Look i get it mate, you like her. But she likes you too. Just go and tell her.” Erin told you. Aggie shook her head.

“Beever-fucking-Jones, grow some balls man. She’s been eyeing you up all evening and you’ve been undressing her in your mind too. Get your fucking girl mate.” Erin was done with all this bullshit. She pushed Aggie off her chair and towards you. The Scottish player signalled for Niamh to walk away.

Aggie was nervous to talk to you. She didn’t want to ruin your friendship either.

“Hey, can i speak to you please.” you nodded. “I mean like, outside or something.” she corrected.

You walked towards the little garden with her. You could still see the inside of the bar with all the girls inside.

“I’m just gonna say this because i don’t want you to date Niamh. Or anyone else for that matter.” Aggie sighed.

“I really like you. Not just as a friend or bestfriend but like really really like you. I love you, i’ve loved you since.. i don’t even know when and i really really would love to make you my girlfriend.” Aggie said the last bit with her head down.

You took her hand into yours, rubbing over her palms. “Ag, i would really really love to be your girlfriend.” you grinned.

“It did take you a long time though but i’m glad you finally made a move Beever-Jones.” you laughed.

Aggie gasped. “You could’ve made a move too!” she defended herself.

So you made the next move. You kissed her, like you’ve wanted to all those years.

“AGGIE HAS A WAG!” you heard a familiar Scottish player scream.

“Does your team really have come with you?” you asked her.

“Yep, it’s a package deal.”

[gunnerfc]

First Time | Aggie Beever-Jones x Chelsea!Reader (18+)

Summary: Your first time with Aggie [fluffy smut]

Warning: fingering (aggie receiving), oral (r receiving), aggie calling r ‘princess’, r calling aggie 'baby', nervousness

WC: 1.7K

AN: saw a clip of Aggie from some event on twitter a few days ago and her outfit had me like 🧎

You giggled as you walked down the hall toward your apartment, your hand intertwined with Aggie’s as you swung them between you. You had been out with your teammates celebrating your latest win, all of you excited about advancing further in the Champions League. You only had one drink but your happiness stems from being able to finally spend time with your girlfriend. 

The entire team had been so focused on winning this game that trainings were harder and longer which meant less time to spend with Aggie. There was something different about tonight though, she had been so touchy with you the whole time you were at the bar. You had recently talked about taking the next step in your relationship but with your hectic schedules, you hadn't gotten the chance.

When you reached your door, you let go of Aggie’s hand to unlock your door. You turned to lean your back against the door frame after pushing the door open. “Do you wanna stay,” you mumbled, hoping the forward would say yes. 

Aggie took a step closer to you, a small smile on her face as she placed her hands on your cheeks. “You want me to stay,” she teasingly asked before leaning in for a kiss. This kiss felt different than any other kiss you two have shared. The two of you have made out plenty of times before but something about this kiss had something more to it.

Your lips moved against hers, neither of you trying to overpower the other and taking your time. Without looking, you pushed yourself off the door frame to guide the both of you into your apartment, your lips never leaving Aggie’s. Your hands roamed each other’s bodies, pulling at each other’s clothes. 

You tried to navigate around your apartment while walking backward and being preoccupied, but luck wasn’t on your side when the back of your foot hit the end table next to the couch. You tripped backward, forcing your mouth off Aggie’s as you almost fell. Aggie quickly caught you before you could hit the ground, both of you started giggling as Aggie helped you stand up. 

“I knew you loved me, princess. You didn’t have to actually fall for me,” the blonde teased as her arms wrapped around your waist. You playfully rolled your eyes at her words before your arms moved to wrap around her neck.

“I couldn’t help myself,” you joked as your fingers trailed up and down the back of her neck. Aggie laughed softly before you two were in silence, eyes locked with each other with looks of love for the other gracing your features. 

Aggie pulled you into another kiss, this one quicker than the first before pulling away to guide you toward your bedroom. You let the blonde lead the way, your breathing starting to pick up in anticipation. You knew you wanted to take this step with Aggie, knowing it was going to make your relationship even better. 

Once you were in your room, you both took your time undressing. Neither of you wanted to rush anything that was about to happen. After you were both undressed, your eyes dipped down as you took in your girlfriend’s body. You took a deep breath before you made eye contact with the forward and you could tell she did the same thing based on the smirk on her face.

Aggie took a step closer to you, your bodies flush against each other. You could feel your heart hammering against your chest and you were sure Aggie could tell how fast it was beating as well. “Are you sure, princess,” the forward cooed as her hands once again held your face. Aggie’s thumbs rubbed your cheeks softly as she waited for you to answer. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, a smile on your face. Aggie matched your smile as she pulled you into a deep kiss. You let her lead the way, wanting her to dictate how things went tonight. While your lips moved against each other, Aggie guided you toward your bed, letting lay down comfortably before her body was on top of yours. 

You felt a low moan creeping out as her chest was flushed with yours, applying a small amount of pressure to your hardening nipples. You felt yourself grow wetter in anticipation, needing your girlfriend to give you a release. Aggie could sense you needed more and didn’t want to keep you waiting. 

The forward pulled back from your lips to trail kisses down your jaw and neck. She paused at the side of your neck, nipping at the skin to leave love bites in her wake. You didn’t hold back your moan this time, letting a quiet moan slip from your lips at the feeling of her lips against your skin. Aggie smirked against your skin at the sounds you made before continuing down your body, leaving small marks as she went down.

When the blonde got to your hips, she left a trail of kisses from one hip to the other. You brought one of your hands to tangle in her hair, attempting to push her further down. Aggie pulled away from your body slightly to look up at you through her eyelashes, you locked eyes with her which earned you a small smirk. Your head fell back against your pillows at the sight of your girlfriend almost between your legs.

Aggie gave one of your hips one last kiss before moving until she was face to face with where you needed her most. Aggie could see how wet you were once she was there, her smirk never leaving her face. The blonde blew lightly on your cunt, the sensation pulled a louder moan from your throat. Your breath stuttered at the feeling as your hips rolled lightly. 

Aggie moved her hands to hold your hips down as she placed a light kiss to your clit. You were non-stop moaning now, the build-up was affecting you greatly. Aggie placed another kiss to the sensitive bud before taking it into her mouth, sucking on it softly. Your back arched at the feeling as the hand in her blonde hair tightened. Aggie sucked on your clit for a few seconds before pulling back with a small ‘pop.’

Aggie tilted her head down slightly to run her tongue through your folds, moaning lightly against you as she tasted you for the first time. Your breathing had picked up significantly now as your head was tilted back against your pillows. The forward took her time, pulling you closer to the edge one lick at a time. You rolled your hips against her mouth, helping to bring yourself closer to coming. Aggie’s grip on your hips tightened some as she continued eating you out, your loud moans echoed off your bedroom walls.

“I’m so close, baby. Please,” you begged, so close to letting go. Aggie’s mouth sped up, her nose bumping your clit with each movement which added to your pleasure. 

Your back arched further off the bed as your orgasm hit, loud moans spilling from your mouth. Aggie didn’t let up as you came all over her mouth, helping you ride your high. You whine at the overstimulation, using the hand in her hair to pull her head back some. Aggie let you pull her hair, her lips and chin were glistening in the moonlight coming in from your window. 

You stare up at the ceiling as you catch your breath. Aggie kissed back up your body before pulling you into a quick kiss, both of you moaning at the taste of you on her mouth. “You okay, princess,” Aggie cooed against your lips after pulling away. 

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak at that moment. Aggie smiled at your reaction, you hadn’t looked at her yet so you missed the look of love in her eyes. You took a breath before tilting your head down to lock eyes with your girlfriend. You used the hand that was still in her hair to pull her down into a searing kiss, and it was Aggie’s turn to moan loudly. While your lips worked against hers, you trailed your other hand down her torso. 

Aggie was using her arms to prop herself over you and when she felt your hand drawing closer to her soaking cunt, her arms buckled slightly. She quickly locked her arms again to keep herself from falling on you as your hand reached where she needed you most. 

Aggie moaned against your lips when your fingers brushed her clit, her breathing picked up slightly. When two of your fingers ran through her folds, she pulled away from your lips as a louder moan echoed off the walls. Her forehead met yours and her eyes were screwed shut when your two fingers pushed into her. You moved your fingers in and out of her slowly, letting her get familiar with having your fingers inside her.

Your hand sped up some as you heard her whispering ‘please’ repeatedly, already so close to coming after she made you cum. The palm of your hand brushed against her clit as your thrust into her which added to her pleasure. After a few more thrusts of your fingers, Aggie came around them with a loud gasp. 

You slowed your fingers some to help ride her high before pulling them out of her completely. Aggie whined lightly at the loss of contact, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The blonde could feel her arms growing weaker and moved herself to your side before she fell on you. It was her turn to stare at the ceiling as you rolled your side, propping your head up on your arm.

“Good, baby,” you swooned, one of your fingers tracing random circles on her stomach. Aggie let a breathy laugh before turning her head to face you.

“So good, princess,” the blonde sent you a bright smile and the grin on your face matched hers. You leaned over to give her one more quick kiss before you cuddled into her side. 

Aggie’s arm wrapped around your shoulder while yours held her waist. You could feel the love radiating off the blonde as she held you and you felt your skin heat up. You knew taking this step with Aggie would improve your relationship but now that you’ve had sex, you weren’t sure how long you would be able to go before it happened again. 

[dqrciedaily]

one bed, abj

a/n: been in a bit of a aggie kick recently! promise for more people soon x

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aggie couldn't believe her luck or misfortune, depending on how she looked at it. first ever senior lioness camp and she had to share a room with you, y/n y/l/n. sounded like a recipe for disaster to her.

she’d barely spoken to you before and now she was stuck sharing not only a hotel room but a bed with you as well. the idea of sharing such an intimate space with someone she didn’t know very well and isn’t particularly close to made her uncomfortable.

but as the night sky settled in, aggies mind raced with apprehension as she lingered in the bathroom. she wasn't sure how this sleeping arrangement would play out.

but after ten minutes of painfully awkwardly hiding in the bathroom, when she saw you peacefully asleep, she didn’t mind as much.

once the blonde got into the double bed, your faces were inches apart, and aggie couldn't help but marvel at how effortlessly pretty you looked even while you were sleeping.

as the night went on and in a state between slumber and awake aggie begrudgingly allowed you to snuggle up to her, feeling the warmth of your bodies melding together.

she tried to convince herself it was for practicality's sake, it was a cold night out and everyone knows body heat is much warmer than a few blankets! and to conserve space on the narrow bed. but deep down she found herself secretly enjoying the closeness.

in the quiet of the room aggie listened to the steady rhythm of your breathing, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. despite your surface level connection, there was something comforting about your proximity.

but eventually, aggie's curiosity got the better of her. "y/n," she whispered, barely louder than a whisper. "are you awake?"

you stirred slightly, blinking sleepily before looking up to face aggie. "yeah, what's wrong?" your voice was soft and laced with drowsiness.

"it’s stupid really, i just couldn’t fall asleep," the blonde admitted, feeling a twinge of vulnerability. "i’m just not used to sharing a bed."

you laughed softly before answering. "yeah, it can be weird at first. but don't worry, i promise not to hog the blankets to myself! and besides, it's kind of nice having someone to lie on."

the two of you fell into a comfortable silence, the weight of the conversation hanging in the air. and as you lay there, side by side. in fact, it might just be the start of something new, both on and off the field. as the night wore on, aggie drifted into a peaceful sleep, your bodies entwined, differences fading into the background. perhaps sharing a bed wasn't such a bad thing after all.

[luellasplanet]

crowded and confused. (aggie beever-jones & grace clinton)

word count: 1k

this was one of the fics i wrote when i got drunk and i’ve tried to make it make sense but i really don’t think it does

on your first ever lioness u16 camp you were paired up to room with grace. your shy nature hindered your ability to make friends meaning you followed poor grace around like a lost puppy for the first four days of camp, before you properly started interacting with the rest of the team. much to the relief of the brunette, who could only handle a few days without interacting with everyone else before she lost her mind.

your friendship with aggie in the beginning was slightly more forced than yours and grace’s. due to you playing in a forward position it meant that you and the blonde were constantly having to work on both your off and on the field connection.

but once you had warmed up to the blonde you had spent the majority of your time during the youth group stages with her.

and then even more time with aggie when you moved from your grassroots club to chelsea shortly after that camp.

even four years later you and aggie remained close friends. the two of you had moved in together at the beginning of the 23/24 season following the end of your loan spells at your respective clubs.

during your champions league debut in the first half of the season you had gone down with a broken foot after landing awkwardly during a corner. which meant that you were bedridden for a few weeks before the doctor gave you the all clear to slowly get back to daily life.

the rhythmic four knocks, on your front door, that were repeated in a specific pattern, meant that you knew exactly who was at your door. “oh that’s gracie, i’ll go open for her.” but before you had the chance to stand up aggie was up to open the door, but not before gently pushing you back down onto the bar stool.

ever since you had gone down during the match aggie had been at your aid, offering hugs, food, water, hoodies, anything that you needed she was there within seconds. going with you to all your physio appointments and making sure to keep a close eye on you during gym sessions.

“oh! hey aggie wasn’t expecting to see you here, is y/n home?” slightly pushing past the blonde she made her way into the living room and kitchen area when she saw your crutches placed haphazardly against the couch.

grace had brought a gift basket full of chocolates, hot chocolate bombs, one of her hoodies and your favourite candles plus flowers.

“hey y/n/n, how are you feeling darling?” setting the basket down onto the chair that aggie was previously sitting on in order to have free hands to give you a hug.

aggie busied herself on the other side of the counter, quickly making herself a cup of tea before making her way into her room without even sparing a second glance at the two of you.

three hours later after catching up you and grace had arranged to go out for dinner next saturday so she could introduce you to some of her spurs teammates. “bye gracie, i’ll see you next weekend!” closing the front door softly before locking it and throwing the key onto the countertop.

throughout those three hours there was still no sight of your blonde roommate. after a very painfully slow walk upstairs and across the hallway you knocked on aggie’s door.

before you could even start talking she was already fussing over you walking upstairs by yourself. “you’ve been on your feet too much, you should sit down. you still aren’t allowed to put pressure on your foot properly.” dragging you over to her bed before sitting on it next to you.

the silence in the room was deafening but you mustered up the courage to ask where she had disappeared to. “wanna tell me why you vanished into thin air when gracie came to visit?”

you were met with radio silence. which had left you ever more confused than before. you convinced yourself that you were being ridiculous, aggie and grace were friends, always had been and always will be.

you had slotted in and turned the dynamic duo into the troublesome trio. always getting in trouble for goofing off during training and getting told that the three of you had to speak to more than just each other at camps.

but the disappearing act continued every time that grace came over aggie suddenly had twenty other things to do instead of hanging out with her ‘two best friends.’

same goes for grace. if you invited her anywhere and mentioned that aggie was going she suddenly had to rain check on the plan’s because ‘something came up.’

utter bullshit.

and anytime you could get them in a room together they sat on either side of you constantly trying to win your attention.

whether it was a hand on your thigh, an arm around the back of your chair or offering to do something for you.

it was exhausting. yet you didn’t know what to do, talking to them seemed the reasonable decision but being able to get them into a room together was the difficult part.

after many many feeble attempts to get them to talk to one another you turned to your teammates for help. millie and niamh had helped you realise that maybe both aggie and grace liked you more than just a friend.

but how could you choose just one of them?

there was aggie with her infectious smile and caring nature that made your heart flutter every time you were with her. but then there was also grace who had the best jokes and her constant need for physical affection had you swooning.

there was just no possible way that you could pick between the two.

[kamotecue]

a small realization დ a. beever-jones

pairing: aggie beever-jones x reader

another blurb, “she looks at her like she just realized what love is.” - fake dating.

a nervous chuckle had escaped your lips, as you looked at yourself in the mirror. it’s been a while since you’ve attended an event, as you’ve been out due to a little hamstring injury.

your eyes gazed at the red velvet suit that were clad in, the black dress shoes that you wore was a bit fancy to your liking. but there was something that you were missing, to complete the outfit, it was a tie.

a frustrated look was worn across your face, as you held the piece of cloth that is supposed to complete your outfit. a small hum and you completely disregarded the untied tie.

at the hotel lobby, a group of females—either dressed up in suits or a dress had stayed, clearly they were waiting on someone. but millie, the team’s captain gazed her eyes on her blonde teammate, aggie one of the youngster’s on the team.

aggie, the said girl was seen looking at the stairs, wondering when you would come out of the hotel room. yet her worries were cut off as you made your way to the group, her face had immediately brightened—but her eyes were set on your neck, where your tie is supposed to be.

“where’s your tie, love?” you felt a bit flustered at the endearment, the whole fake dating was planned because your relatives were questioning you if there was someone in your life.

and aggie had volunteered, but you don’t want to be fake dating, but be a real couple. in where you’re so certain that she feels the same way, and she does—you both haven’t acted on it.

“i don’t know—how to tie a tie.” you felt a bit shy and embarrassed as you averted your eyes behind, setting it on a vase that had an arrangement of flowers.

a loud chuckle was heard beside you, as aggie gave you a shy yet huge smile. her hand was held out as you sighed, before giving her the black tie that resided in your pocket.

“it’s cute, you know? chelsea’s star midfielder who scores only bangers doesn’t know how to tie a tie.” aggie teased, as you flushed a bit bright, warmth coated your cheeks, as you simply shrugged, acting like her words didn’t have an effect on you.

she reached to put the tie behind you as you simply looked at her, your eyes was set on her. the way her eyes was concentrated on the tie, how she’d unconsciously bite her lips, or how nervous she made you.

when she was done, her eyes slowly traveled up, only to find you staring already at her. you felt her sneak a hand around your waist, as you gulped at the close proximity, it was already enough to get you weak in the knees as you realized your feelings.

“may i?” her voice was more softer than usual, as you gave her a little nod, confirming that she can lean in. you felt how soft and delicate the kiss was, grinning a little as you realized what was happening.

a little anxious you felt, it was the first time you ever kissed her, you only went as far as hand holding, hugging and kissing her cheek.

millie, the team’s captain wore a soft smile on her face, as guro the team’s joker followed the brit’s eyes, a teasing look on her face.

aggie looks at you, like she just realized what love is.

[sunshine-theseus]

Lego House | Aggie Beever-Jones x Reader

Words: 3.8k Summary: 2 years together basically means forever, no matter what happens. inspired by Ed Sheeran’s ‘Lego House’ Warnings: injury, you guys know I don’t stick to actual events so, slightly suggestive maybe? this is for me but also kinda for @perfectpersuasion because they seemed really excited about it

“Headphones?”

“Check.”

“Chargers?”

“Check.”

“Passport?”

“Double check.”

“Then why am I 100% sure it’s still in your top draw?” I dramatically reach across to my bag to prove that my passport is in fact packed safely in the secret pocket that I designated purely to the piece of identification.

But it’s empty, and I have to bashfully turn back to Aggie to admit it isn’t where it’s supposed to be. She only gives me a pointed look and I’m standing up and dragging my feet behind me to grab the passport from my bedside table draw.

“I swear I put it in there Ags. Last night after training.”

“Well it’s a good thing we’re doing the checklist. It happens every time, you forget something.” Once I slide the small book into my bag I drop back down onto our couch, leaning into my girlfriend. She wraps her arms around me, and I bury my head in her neck, feeling the regretful late-night yesterday setting in.

“Come on we’ve got to be boarding the bus in an hour and who knows how long it’ll take us to get there.”

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Naturally Aggie and I sit next to each other on the bus and/or the plane when the team travels for matches. We usually take a spot toward the back, or wherever is least populated or energetic, so that we can just be there together. Our hands are almost always interlocked and I’m usually leaning on her shoulder as we talk about our play or whatever interesting things going on.

“I’m nervous.” I whisper in her ear as we begin the decent into Gothenburg.

“Everyone underestimates us because we’re young, so when you get on that pitch, either starting or as a sub, you show them you belong at Chelsea, and that we belong in the Champions League. Okay?” When she looks at me to confirm my answer I lean forward, pressing a small kiss to her lips.

A flash goes off in the corner of my eye and I turn to find Zecira holding the media crew camera.

“The fans are going to love that.” Smiling a toothy grin, she turns to someone else, leaving us be.

-

The dark December sky encourages the cold and the light dusting of snow that begins to cover the tarmac. I wrap an arm around Aggie’s as we wheel our bags into the airport, trying not to fall face first on the slippery surface.

The warmth inside is welcomed as we are guided past the large crowds and onto the bus. Once again, I take my spot beside Aggie, behind Jessie and Niamh who were talking about Jessie’s new favourite tea. A calmness settles over everyone as Emma announces who’s rooming with who, which we all basically already know. 9 times out of 10 it’s the person currently sitting next to us.

Opening the door to our room brings great relief as I flop onto the bed closest to the window. Despite the two queen sized beds on either side of the room, it was inevitable that I’d end up curled up in my girlfriend’s arms as we huddle under the blankets, the other bed left untouched. This also usually meant that our room was the one to come to for activities, an extra bed meaning more space.

Aggie stands staring out the window, the city spanning across the horizon as the sun begins the set, the blue barely beginning to fade into purples and pinks. Old buildings and the river that runs through the architecture draw her eye as I stand behind her, taking in the way her body rises as she breathes, and the twitch in her lips as she spots something she finds beautiful, a certain spark in her eye. One that’s always there when she looks at me, hard to ignore.

“Did you bring your camera?” I ask as I slot in beside her. A hum in answer suffices as we take in the moment.

“We’re really here. Together.” I press kisses to her shoulder.

“Stamford Bridge is one thing but, we’re playing in the fucking Champions League. We’re not sat on the bench forever, we actually get minutes, not matter how little.”

“And we’re going to fucking win tomorrow’s match. Consider it an extra anniversary present.” Aggie chuckles and I feel the butterflies that burst to life in my stomach every time I look at her.

My mind drifts to the real present that sits carefully in a compartment of my bag for our anniversary tomorrow. My mum insisted it was perfect for Aggie and despite my hesitancy, I had to agree.

“We should head down for dinner.” Aggie leans down to kiss me before we leave.

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Emma gave us a few hours to explore the city in the morning before we had to begin training and warming up for tonight's match. Jessie, Niamh and Zecira join us in the foyer, and we start our journey through the Swedish city, Zecira eager to introduce us to her country's traditions.

Not long into the walk, we stumble upon a small café on a terrace. We slide into a table and order our respective drinks, Aggie additionally getting a kardemummabröd, cardamom bread, for us to share. Niamh refuses to be apart of the picture that I take of the group at the table, but I manage to convince her to smile for the camera as we head back down onto the street.

The group splits into 2 after that. Aggie and I leave to seek out some flowers and a quiet spot to spend time together for our anniversary, while the others head back to the hotel, desperate to stay warm, although Jessie doesn’t seem to mind the cold winds.

“Look! They have red carnations!” Aggie is the one to point out the flower stand, full of red and green, that holds bunches of my favourite flower.

When the shop owner sees our linked hands, she smiles, the corner of her eyes wrinkling as they light up.

“For free.” She pushes Aggie’s hand away as she tries to pay for the red carnations.

“Love is enough payment.” I slip some money onto the bench as we leave, heading to an empty but rather beautiful park across the road.

“Happy anniversary.” I press a kiss to her cheek as I hand her the small bag. Inquisitively, she opens it and the box that sits on the bottom, revealing the gift.

“It’s a family ring. Handed down through a bunch of generations. The oldest kid gets it to give to their partner, the one they and the family think is the one. The person they’ll spend the rest of their life with, who makes them the best them.” I explain the origins as I take the ring from the box and slip it onto her hand. The gold band holds a small, encrusted peridot gem and fits perfectly on Aggie’s hand.

“Thank you. I love it.” Her voice is soft and watery, and her cheeks flame red when she looks at me. I can only imagine the love that adorns my face as I look at her. I’m about to kiss her when she has a moment of realisation.

“I left your gift in the fucking room.” The sweet moment is broken as she throws her head back and groans, and I can’t help but let out a hearty laugh.

“It’s okay.” I place a hand on top of the one she has on my thigh.

“Nooo we won’t have time when we get back, you’ll have to wait until tonight and that’s unfair.”

“I don’t even expect gifts Ags, just you and me. Plus, you got me my flowers. My favourite flowers from my favourite person. Sounds pretty good to me.”

“I’m your favourite person yeah?”

“Mmhm.” Her finger links through the thin gold chain that hangs around my neck.

“Show me then.” Her voice is raspy and deep as she pulls me forward by the necklace until our lips meet. It’s a hot and heavy kiss considering where we are, but I reciprocate it none-the-less.

I go to pull away, but she pulls me back in and I end up on her lap as we make out on the park bench. Her hands grip my thighs and mine hold the back of her head… Until we remember we’re on a park bench.

“That was kinda hot. Definitely a good make up present.” I smile down at her as our foreheads rest against each other.

“Emma’s going to kill us if we don’t head back soon…” Aggie is adamant that we begin walking to the hotel so we’re not late, so we walk hand in hand through the cold, barely arriving in time.

-

Training and warm up went well. The schedule was easy to adapt to and we weren’t pushing excessively as to waste energy before the match.

In saying that, we were up 2-1 when I got subbed on in the 60th minute, replacing Lj who wasn’t feeling all too well at half time. I felt good and energised, ready to make my second UWCL appearance.

Sam and I were gelling well together as we often did, making passes and taking shots on goal, only to be blocked by the Hacken keeper. It was a hard game but we were winning.

Aggie gets subbed on in the 68th minute, along with Jessie. The ball rarely makes it back past us, Erin often making a run with the ball toward us. Eventually Aggie passes me the ball and I try to gage my surroundings. Sam is offside, passing back to Aggie would be a mistake, Jessie’s surrounded. Erin has a clear path and shot of the goal.

I begin to run, and right as the ball connects with my foot, flying toward Erin, a body knocks against mine and my knee buckles. Nothing feels real as I fall to the floor, a loud pop filling my ears as pain radiates through my knee. I let out a blood curdling scream, but it isn’t heard over the cheering of Chelsea fans as Erin hits the ball into the goal.

I toss around on the grass, holding my leg and slamming a hand repeatedly against the ground as I sob and wale, waiting for someone to notice. It’s Sophie who places a hand on my back and yells for the ref, who then yells for the medics.

Aggie drops down in front of me as we wait, and I try and reach for her hand. The task finds itself to be difficult as my own hand shakes and my vision is blurred by tears.

“It’s- it’s my ACL.” A loud sob slips from my lips despite my attempt to hold it back.

“You don’t kn-”

“I know it Ags. I know it is I swear.”

“Okay, okay. It’ll be okay. The medics are here to look at it okay?” I nod as their hands grasp my leg, asking whether certain movements hurt or not.

It’s when I see them wave for the orange stretcher that things feel real again. Like everything was happening in slow motion until that moment. And I begin to cry again, my head now resting in Aggie’s lap as she runs a hand through my hair.

Every movement hurts as they transfer me from the ground to the stretcher, and I try not to scream out. A couple of the girls walk alongside me until the sideline, where Aggie grabs my hand and kisses me.

“I’ll come see you as soon as I can, okay?” I nod and watch as she runs back onto the pitch, her head turning every few steps to look at me, worry set in her eyes.

Turns out ‘as soon as I can’ would be much later. The medics had decided that instead of waiting until tomorrow or until we were back in England for a scan, it’d be best to go straight to the hospital. So we did.

Despite the usual wait to receive scan results, I’m sent back to the hall to wait for them. While waiting for the radiographer to call my name, Emma messages me asking if I wanted the team there. I decline the offer, knowing the girls would be exhausted after the last game of 2023 and would just want to sleep.

That doesn’t stop Aggie showing up.

I can hear the pounding of shoes hitting the linoleum ground, someone clearly running, but I don’t give it much thought as I scroll mindless on my phone. When she crouches in front of me, hands on my thigh to keep herself balanced, I have to try not to show how relieved I am. I knew what the results would be but hearing it makes it all the more real and I needed my girlfriend to hold my hand.

“Did we win?” a soft chuckle fills the air, and she nods as I put my phone in my pocket.

“3-1, because of your pass to Erin.”

“Oh, that’s good.” I’m aware of the glum look on my face as Aggie sits on the ground in front of me, allowing me to braid her hair repeatedly as we talk, waiting for the results.

“Ms L/n?” Aggie is quick to stand and turn to face the doctor while I struggle with the crutches.

“We know you already know what’s wrong but, to confirm, you’ve ruptured your anterior cruciate ligament in your right knee. You’ll be referred to a doctor and surgeon in England so you can arrange the surgery as soon as possible once you get home. I’m terribly sorry.” she leaves us with a woeful smile and the only thing I have to stop me from spiralling is Aggie’s hand on my shoulder.

“You’ll get through this. We will get through this. I’ll be there every step of the way. So will the girls. And if you fall down, I’ll pick you back up.” She kisses me on the forehead, and we begin the walk out to the parking lot, waiting for someone to pick us up.

-

Most people are asleep or relaxing in their rooms or the meal room by the time we get back to the hotel. Emma gives me a hug but doesn’t encourage us to stay or talk to anyone, knowing I’ll want to be alone with Aggie for a while.

“Getting on the plane tomorrow is going to be a challenge.” I try to laugh off the thought of all the normal activities that won’t be easy anymore as I shift onto my side of the bed.

“I’ll carry you, bridal style.” With that, Aggie hands me a gift, the gift she forgot on our date earlier in the day.

The box is rather heavy, and when I take off the lid, I find a photo album. It’s hard not to smile at the photo of us kissing that’s stuck to the cover.

“A page for every day we’ve spent together. For every day I’ve loved you.” I flick through the pages, reading some of the notes around the photos.

“This is why you take a photo of us every day?”

“I also just love capturing your beauty.” I pull her close to me and kiss her.

“I love you so much.”

“Not as much as I love you.”

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I ended up having my surgery on Christmas day. Aggie and my family had planned on having a big day together, opening presents and having a feed, and I felt guilty taking the joy away. There wasn’t really any other choice. Aggie held me the night before as I cried. Our bed felt like the only safe place, even in our apartment, so that’s usually where I stayed. The increase in rain felt very fitting for how I’d been feeling.

Once everyone started coming back from the Christmas break, our place became more lively. I still used a singular crutch just in case, but for the most part I could put solid weight on my leg again, which meant I was able to do more activities with the team. We would hold game nights and/or movie nights once a week and occasionally I’d cook a Sunday roast.

Eventually Aggie began to take me to training. I wasn’t able to do anything, but I enjoyed watching the girls and just being in the environment again. It also made me happy watching Aggie play, it was when she looked the most carefree, despite others claiming that was when she was with me.

Aggie hadn’t left my side. Helping me shower and do the exercises for my knee. She always made sure I was entertained and asked if I needed help. Most of our spare time together was spent with me wrapped in her arms, watching a shitty tv show or talking.

“What did the doc say?”

“The ligament is looking good. They still think I’m on track for getting back in the gym in May, test out that anti-gravity treadmill.”

“And you got the team physio check up tomorrow yeah?” I hum as I adjust myself in her arms, head slotting into the crook of her neck.

I was having weekly check-ups with the Chelsea medical team and my own physio, which made it rather nerve wracking, wondering if one would feel the same as the other. If we weren’t all on the same page, my recovery time could be pushed further back. The team physio check up was the last one to confirm that I’d be allowed to start training and building stamina back up next month.

-

When I arrived at Cobham in the training kit, I felt really good. Some of the girls who pulled up at the same time as us were screaming across the car park and wishing me luck in my first session back.

I knew I’d be stuck in the gym for at least 2 months before I was allowed back on the pitch. Even then it’d be another couple of months before I was properly training with the team again, but this was the first step, and nothing could take that joy from me.

The girls started their mornings off in the gym, which meant they were cheering me on and helping me as the trainers gave me exercises to do. Aggie spends most of the hour doing the exercises alongside me, only leaving to complete something mandatory or to get us more water.

“You don’t have to Ags. You should focus on your training.”

“I promised I’d be here every step of the way. I’ll do it all for you.” She locks the leg extension and gives me a hand to help me up.

“Now onto the anti-gravity machine. First time huh?” she gently bumps me with her shoulder as I get ready to step into the chamber before Lily, my designated trainer, enables the ‘anti-gravity.’

“Oh this feels weird.” The way my body lifts with every step eases the pressure on my knee as I start to get used to it.

“Look at you! This is so cool.” Aggie doesn’t stop smiling as she watches me, some of the other girls occasionally making their way over to watch.

-

As predicted, 2 months later I begin training on the pitch. It felt lonely, watching the girls and being so close to joining them, yet so far. But I knew I was nearly there. Lily helped me with building up speed and getting used to the feel of the boots and grass again. Then came shooting practice; standing, getting passed a ball, and shooting. Eventually we added the training mannequins and Lily played goalkeeper as I manoeuvre around the pitch and obstacles.

Aggie likes to join us at lunch or sometimes gets excused by Emma to help me.

“Aggiiiie. I’m supposed to have the ball you’re supposed to just block me.”

“You gotta fight for the ball or take it off someone at some point.” Her cheeks are that beautiful pink as she grins at me.

“I hate you.” I puff out as I try to catch my breath.

“I’m wounded.” A hand falls to her heart before she approaches me, the ball still at her feet, and she leans in for a kiss.

“Nuh uh you’re being mean.”

“No I am not! Please one kiss.”

“Fine.” As she closes her eyes again and leans in, I swipe the ball from underneath her and start to run to the goal.

“What the fuck!?”

“Get better babe!” I take a shot around Lily, although not very hard considering her lack of goalkeeper training, and watch as it slots into the back of the net.

-

“73 minutes in and number 10 Lauren James is being subbed off! Who for? It’s Y/n L/n making her first appearance of the 24/25 season after rupturing her ACL in the Champion’s League in December last year. Her first game in 326 days at a sold-out Stamford Bridge! And who else is there to walk with her onto the pitch, if not her girlfriend and one of Chelsea’s star strikers, Aggie Beever Jones. Today is a great day for it.”

I try not to cry as Aggie takes my hand, making my way to my position. The cheer from the crowd as I jog on is deafening and I clap back at them before the ref blows the whistle.

Not long into play, Aggie makes a run forward, and I find a clear space between players near the goal and call for the ball. She kicks it and it soars through the air, making contact with my head as I jump. The net ripples as it skims passed the Arsenal keeper, and I’m making a run for Aggie to celebrate.

“First game back and you scored! Let’s fucking go!” she grabs me by my face and pulls me in. The kiss is unexpected but welcome in celebration.

We win 4-0, and Aggie and I find ourselves tangled up in our sheets, tracing patterns on each other’s bare skin as we whisper messages of love and adoration for the other.

“I’d do anything for you.”

“You did everything for me.”

Y/N_L/N

Y/N_L/N: this is a thank you letter to the one who’s stood by me for 3 years. who’s loved and cared for me when I didn’t think anyone would. a year ago today I ruptured my ACL, on our anniversary, and in the year since then we’ve only grown stronger, loved each other harder, fallen deeper. i'd do it all for you, like you did for me

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Beth and Viv’s new doco on their ACL journey really helped me with writing this. Obviously not everyone’s journey is the same so I tried to make it as different as I could with ruining it all together. I hope they’re proud of the doc because it’s really going to help people, and hopefully encourage more funding in researching the ACL injuries in women’s football and help with creating boots designed for women, so it lowers the risk of injuries like ACLs.

[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 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 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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[mbsneur]

Game on: Love in play

Aggie Beever-Jones x Reader

hey my love i have a new fic for you and i hope you like it i am open to any kind of opinion and i would love to hear your wishes!🩵

Summary: Since Aggie started playing FIFA, she has neglected your sex life.

WC: 1033

Warnings: Smut18+ minors DNI, someone might notice the sex, Cunnilingus, swallow

My Masterlist

You have been going out with Aggie for 2 years, you share a flat and your sex life is good, until Aggie started playing FIFA with her friends a few weeks ago.

You craved sex, her strong hand around your neck, her bright blue eyes looking at you when you came. You didn't even remember how her fingers felt inside you. It all made you frustrated. She came home from training, sat in front of the TV, waited for dinner and came to bed late. She had no time for sexual activity at all.

You have called her a few times, or asked her to go to bed earlier, or put on the underwear she loves so much, or tried to have sleepy morning sex, but Aggie has no time, not even for cuddles.

Just like today, when Aggie came home from training and sat down in front of her console, you're so common you're about to touch yourself if Aggie doesn't come to bed with you.

you make your way from the kitchen to aggie on the couch, you make your last attempt to make physical contact with her as you reach the living room a cosy aggie greets you, she smiles tenderly at you "wait a minute y/n is here" she says to her friends, muting her microphone

You crawl over to her on the couch and she lifts her arm so you can lie underneath it and gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead, "Aggie, I miss you," you say, putting your hand around her cheek and spreading little kisses on her neck.

"I'm coming to bed early tonight," she says with a sigh, trying to push you away, "Aggie, please, I need you so bad," you say, breathing lightly and taking her earlobe between your teeth.

"Just this one more round and then I'm all yours, okay?" she says softly as you put your hand on her controller to switch the silent mode, she gives you a grumpy look before you climb on top of her and start kissing her neck again. "Yes, I'm back," Aggie says laughing to her friends.

You pluck at her white top and kiss the exposed skin of Aggie's shoulders. She hasn't stopped talking to her friends for a second. In the meantime, she kicks the blanket away with her feet. "Do you want to play with me?" she says after she has put herself back on mute. You look at her tenderly. "Aggie, I want you to fuck me and that's the only way I get what I want," you say in a raspy voice.

Aggie puts her bottom lip between her teeth, turns her head and smiles. "You better hurry up then," she says. You smile at her, your eyes holding hers for a moment before turning back to her belly and pulling her top upwards.

you kiss her belly passionately, and she squirms under you on top you stifle her grunts with your free hands. You pull her shorts off her legs she helps you to do it

You remove her shorts and kiss her thighs, keeping as quiet as possible. You push her legs further apart and find her limp against you. She is still playing fifa and her friends have just scored a goal against her.

You look at her and wait for approval. Your fingers play with Aggie’s underwear. You slip your finger under the waistband of her underwear and smile at her in a confident, turned-on way. You let the waistband snap against her bare skin. Aggie flinches and lets out a soft whimper.

She shakes her head and takes your mouth between her hands, "You better finish this before I fuck myself, I‘m serious," she says after muting her microphone again.

„Yeah, it's okay," you roll your eyes. Finally, you pull her underwear down her legs.

She moves a little and tries to hold back. You smell her, the smell you missed so much, full of hunger. You work your way from her inner thigh to her core. You mark her everywhere you could find space. She grunts under you and bites her lips. She tries to put sentences together to talk to her friends. Her breathing becomes irregular the higher you go. You lick from her wet hole to her swollen clitoris, and her legs twitch around you. All you can think of is Aggie coming. You moan about her taste and take it all teasingly.

You didn't want to tease her further and start working more precisely on her pussy, she throw her head back and whimpers. She was so turned on she could hardly concentrate on the game, it was hard to be quiet. You spin firm circles around her hole, and with every bump your nose tip hits her clitoris.

Aggie hisses and closes her legs a little more. You squeeze your hands between her legs and look up at her. Your nose is covered with her juices. "Swallow it," she whispers to you, and you begin to take in every drop of liquid and swallow. The sounds you make as you do so make Aggie moan for you as she longs for release.

You push your tongue harder into her hole and thrust into her as she wriggles under you. You realise she's getting closer and you know how to make her climax. She struggles to hold the controller in her hand. Her friends have been annoyed with her a few times for missing passes. She squirms under you and breathes heavily with her mouth open. Her pussy clenches around your tongue. Her hips start to bounce in time with your tongue and you moan at her taste. One of her hands lets go of the controller and reaches into your hair. She pushes you closer to where she needs you most. Her hand tightens against your scalp until her hands finally leave the controller and she comes. Her leg muscles tighten and clench around your head. The veins in her neck stand out. Her hips jut up against your face and you guide her through her orgasm until she pushes your head away with the hand that was tangled in your hair.

when she has recovered a little you look at her dishevelled, your face wet 'i'm calling it a day, see you tomorrow at training' she says to her friends, putting down her microphone she closes the game before jumping over to you you jump up squealing and screaming as aggie runs after you

Tell me your opinion <33

[pixiesfz]

Aggie I want to be mad about this, stop looking so hot

[pelova4president]

Why so shy?

Jessie Fleming x Reader

summary~ Crushing on someone was a whole lot to deal with, especially when your crush is your teammate and your other teammates are all on it.

You grew up supporting the red side of London. Your father and his father had supporter Arsenal so it was logical for you to be a gooner at heart too. That was until you got scouted by Chelsea.

You didn’t really have to hide that you were an Arsenal fan, you just didn’t bring it up, ever. Your dad and grandpa had already found a solution, supporting Arsenal’s mens team and Chelsea’s women’s. It wasn’t ideal, you knew that but they’ll support you everywhere you’d go.

And even though they did support you in a blue kit, they’d never wear a blue shirt themselves. Whenever they would go and watch your Chelsea games they were dressed in a neutral shirt, your England shirt.

When you got into the blue academy you were a bit shy. You weren’t scared or anything, it was just all new, you didn’t know anyone and well, kids are scary.

But there was Aggie. A blue through and through. She was extroverted, funny and outgoing. Aggie helped you get into the Chelsea spirits and loved to tease you.

Aggie was meant to be Chelsea’s stargirl, you weren’t but somehow you became one alongside your best friend. You were the young blues, the future lays in your hands.

A few months in Beever-Jones found out you were a die hard Arsenal fan and couldn’t stop pestering you about it. You begged her to keep it under wraps, nobody needed to know you pleaded. She wasn’t really about to let it go until you threatened to call her by her real name, Agnes.

So the both of you kept your mouths shut. A good deal for the both of you.

Aggie made her debut when she was just eighteen years old. You were sat in the stands but you might’ve been more nervous and excited for her than she was herself. Aggie kept her cool, she always did but you were stressing away. Your nails had been bitten away by the moment she got subbed in.

After the final whistle had been blown you ran towards her, a bright smile appearing on her face. “You did it Beever!” you cheered jumping into her open arms.

“You’re acting like i scored the winning goal in the Champions League mousey.” Aggie laughed.

“Well, i feel like you just did.” you reacted offended.

Jessie had been part of the senior squad before Aggie and you even got to train with the first team. You were a fan of the midfielder, even thought you would never confess it. You weren’t only a fan of her game but also her beauty. She is very pretty.

Aggie fit right in. She walked into the training ground with you behind her and made some small talk. Erin, Niamh and Aggie seemed like the best of friends. You were used to be by her side at all times and especially now it didn’t help she wasn’t.

Jessie walked over towards you and introduced herself. “Hi i’m Jessie.” she smiled. Jessie Fleming was talking to you and you might melt away.

“Hey- hi i’m mouse, well you know, it’s not my real name but they call me mousey- well you can call me whatever..” you mumbled the last part. God you made a fool of yourself.

Jessie laughed at your rambling and placed her hand on your shoulder. “I know your name mousey.” she smiled.

Jessie Fleming knew your name, your year was made.

“I know who you are too.” you said. Okay that sounded creepy, like stalker creepy. “I- i didn’t mean it like that, not in a weird creepy way. I just know who you are, ‘cus we both play for Chelsea you know?” you tried to recover.

The Canadian only laughed harder at that. “I know what you mean mousey.” she grinned.

And before you could make an even bigger fool of yourself you were stolen away by Aggie. “What were you just doing mouse?” she asked with fake curiosity.

“I was talking to Jessie and i don’t know, it went wrong i think?” you sighed, disappointment shown on your face. You had one job, act normal.

“Yeah well i definitely saw that. Maybe someone’s got a little crush huh?” Aggie winked.

“Ag- Aggie, i don’t have a fucking crush on my teammate.” your brows furrowed.

Your bestfriend backed off. “Okay okay whatever you say mousey.” she shrugged.

Two months in it only got worse. Aggie had forced you to go out with the girls, ‘‘cus that’s what winning teams do’. You never really were a party animal and still aren’t but you’d try your best.

Millie Bright had taken it upon herself to get you a little looser and by that she meant drunk. You were drunk after only a few drinks. You might’ve been embarrassed at how fast you got drunk if you weren’t wasted already.

Getting up from your seat at the bar you made your way to the dance floor, where most of your teammates were located. Aggie was cheering you on as you walked towards her with an excessive swing in your hips.

“Look out everyone, drunk mousey is on the dance floor!” she warned the girls.

Jessie looked up from where she was sat to take a look herself. You were doing all kinds of dances and somehow your very stiff robot was your best.

“What is she doing?” the Canadian asked her Swedish goalkeeper.

Zećira shrugged. “I don’t know, i think she’s trying to dance?” she laughed.

Jessie hummed to herself. She hadn’t seen you like this, ever. The midfielder hadn’t expected you to be such a party animal. You were really shy whenever you talked to her and she never really saw you as an extroverted type.

Jessie had her eyes fixated on you and when an unknown girl came walking towards you her eyebrows furrowed. The girl slipped behind you and began to dance with you. It disturbed her. Why was that girl touching you and why weren’t you telling her off.

“Didn’t know she was such a party girl..” Jessie scoffed.

The goalkeeper looked up from her phone and took a look at you on the dance floor and back at a slightly angry Jessie. “You jealous Fleming?” Zećira asked with a smug grin on her face.

“I’m not jealous, that girl just shouldn’t be touching her. Plus we’ve got training tomorrow.” Jessie answered, her eyes still on you.

The girl behind you was getting more handsy by the second and Jessie wasn’t having it. “And so what if i am?” the older girl grumbled under her breath.

“Then you should do something about it don’t you think grumpy?” Zećira told her.

Jessie took her advice and speed walked towards the heated dance floor. She was pushing through some of her teammates and finally made it towards you.. and that girl.

“She’s not really interested.” Jessie deadpanned.

The girl looked towards you but you just stood still, your cheeks getting even redder than they were before. Jessie was staring her down and she eventually left.

“I think you’re done for tonight mousey. I’ll get you home.” the brunette told you.

It wasn’t like you could argue with her, especially not in your state. You were way too scared to let any words out, in fear that you would say something embarrassing. Nodding your head she escorted you through the crowd and into her car.

“You’re gonna sit there while i’ll say goodbye to everyone.” she ordered you, pointing to her passenger seat. You looked at her with glossy eyes.

“Got it? Don’t do anything stupid please.” you nodded your head and she walked back to the bar.

You weren’t planning on doing anything stupid. It was just that her car horn looked so cool. You couldn’t just sit there and wait until she was back without pushing that button. So you got into her car seat and pushed the button.

You just didn’t expect her to be back so soon. Jessie opened the car door and looked at you. “What did i say mousey!” she grumbled.

“I’m sorry Jessie, i didn’t mean to it just looked so fun.” you pouted at her. She couldn’t be that mad at you right?

Jessie started the car and drove to her apartment. “Where are you taking me to Jessie?” you asked, your eyelids getting heavy.

“I’m driving us to my apartment so i can look after you. Hopefully you won’t do anything stupid this time.” she whispered the last part.

“Jessie jessie you are just like a little bear sometimes. You’re very sweet and soft an- I really like teddy bears so i really like you.” you rambled.

Jessie was intrigued. “Oh yeah? Tell me more, why do you like me mousey?” she asked curiously.

“You’re so nice to me and when you came up to me you were so sexy. You’re so beautiful and stunning and fit.” Jessie was enjoying this way too much. A smirk was appearing on her freckled face.

Jessie parked her black Mercedes. “Hmm, you’re cute.” she hummed.

“You really think so Jessiebear?” you mumbled.

“I really think so mousey.” Jessie said softly before carrying you inside.

[gunnerfc]

Aggie Beever-Jones NSFW Alphabet (18+, minors DNI!)

A: Aftercare

Will get you anything you need but will calm you down with whispered sweet nothings

B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Aggie’s favorite body part is her hands/fingers

Her favorite body part of yours is your neck, she will always leave marks all over your neck that you definitely have to cover up the next morning

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

Loves sucking her fingers after she’s made you cum

D: Dirty Secret 

Aggie is usually the more dominant one between you two but she does enjoy when you take control and she’s on the receiving end

E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?) 

She’s experienced but she had to learn everything you liked and didn’t like which took a few times but she’s a quick learner

F: Favorite Position 

She loves having you sit on her face

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

A mix of both, starts giggly but gets more serious as you go

I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)

Very intimate

J: Jack off (Masturbation HC) 

She doesn’t care, she’ll get herself off while thinking about you/the two of you having sex

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks) 

Praise kink, giving and receiving praise

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

In either of your apartments, or if you happen to room together during away games

M: Motivation (What turns them on?) 

Anytime you praise her, especially during a game or training

N: No (Something they wouldn't do)

Doesn’t want to do anything in public because she’s not the biggest fan of potentially getting caught

O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)

Doesn’t have a preference, she enjoys both!

P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?) 

Sensual, but the pace usually changes each time

Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies) 

They happen here and there if you’re in a rush but both of you need some release

R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting) 

Not really, she wants to stick to what she knows you both like

S: Stamina (How many rounds) 

You both go for a few rounds, but they are normally a bit shorter

T: Toys 

At first, she mainly just preferred her fingers or mouth but eventually started using a strap you both like

U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)

You usually tease her more than she tease you, the teasing does have a hint of praise

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make) 

Aggie can be loud most times but she does know how to control her volume

W: Wild Card (Random HC)

When you used a strap for the first time, she couldn’t believe there was a time she was opposed to using one

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s relatively normal, it’s not super high

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

You both fall asleep around the same time which isn’t that quickly after sex but it’s not super late either

[dqrciedaily]

day in the life, abj

a/n: first fic! also i know aggie didn’t play in the derby but i’m ignoring that x

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“morning everyone welcome back to my channel! today i’m finally going to be doing a day in the life after so many requests to do one!”

at fourteen you started a youtube channel just like all your other friends, making random slime videos and gymnastics tutorials with your cousins. which later turned into a channel with over four hundred thousand subscribers.

the gymnastics tutorials and slime videos long gone but now were replaced by vlogs, get ready with mes and q&as.

as of late the vlogs had some cameos of the blonde girl in the background but the two of you had never explicitly mentioned that you were dating.

the city stirred with the promise of a new day as y/n woke to the gentle rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains. beside her, aggie lay in peaceful slumber, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with each breath. y/n couldn't help but admire the beauty of her girlfriend, her heart swelling with affection.

the camera was already set up and ready to go catching the intimate women between the two lovers.

with a soft smile y/n leaned in to press a tender kiss to aggie’s forehead, eliciting a soft murmur of contentment from her lover. "good morning baby," y/n whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair from aggie’s face.

aggie stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet y/n’s gaze, a warm smile spreading across her lips. today was special, not just because it was their nine month anniversary, but because they had both decided it was time to officially hard launch their relationship.

after breakfast prepared by y/n, the two set out for a morning stroll through the streets of london. y/n mindlessly spoke to the camera, capturing every moment of their walk, the way aggie's laughter echoed through the streets, the way their fingers intertwined as they walked, the way they stole glances at each other when they thought no one was looking.

after a quick pit stop at the farmers market the duo trudged back to their shared home carrying the heavy paper bags. their second stop of the day was aggie's football match, a london derby at stamford bridge, y/n had been eagerly anticipating for weeks. with her camera rolling, y/n cheered from the stands, her voice heard above the roar of the crowd as aggie showcased her skills.

with each goal chelsea scored, y/n’s pride swelled, her heart bursting with admiration for her talented girlfriend. and when the final whistle blew, signaling chelsea’s victory, y/n couldn't contain her excitement, rushing down to the barriers waiting for aggie so she could wrap aggie in a tight embrace, her camera capturing the raw emotion of the moment.

after the match, aggie and y/n retreated to their apartment, where they indulged in a homemade meal. as they sat across from each other at the table, their conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by laughter and shared memories. the moment was featured in the video with soft music over it.

with their hearts full, aggie and y/n settled in on the couch, snuggled up beneath a blanket as they watched their favorite movie. with y/n’s camera capturing their every shared glance and whispered conversation, they lost themselves in the comfort of each other's company, the outside world fading into the background.

as the night wore on and the credits rolled, aggie and y/n found themselves reluctant to leave the warmth of the couch. but eventually, exhaustion crept in, and they made their way to bed, where they curled up together beneath the covers, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.

quiet mumbles of goodbyes and thanks for watchings finished off the vlog as in the quiet stillness of the night, aggie and y/n found solace in each other's arms, their breathing syncing in perfect harmony.

[luellasplanet]

opposite’s attract. (aggie beever-jones)

word count: 1.9k

i think i changed the tense in this about ten times so let’s ignore that shall we x

aggie and y/n were never ever seen without each other. the duo were so similar yet so different. people often wondered how they became such good friends and later on girlfriends.

aggie was always with the boys at lunch time, jumping in the mud and leaves, creating an absolute mess of her uniform and overall being a total pain to the teachers, who were always shouting at her to behave herself.

whereas y/n was softer spoken than aggie, rather preferring to sit under the trees during lunch and talk about what she was going to do at netball later on that day or preferring to have her head stuck in a book and her head in the clouds.

the duo met on one random thursday in year three, aggie watched on from behind one of the trees as y/n gave into one of the year sevens who wanted her lunch. passing along the sandwich and chocolate bar with ease. the girls were easily a good half a foot taller than the year three so they towered over poor y/n.

from that day forward aggie vowed to be y/n’s knight in slightly muddy armour, always keeping an eye on her at lunch if she was by herself. forever standing up for y/n if someone was bullying her.

21 DECEMBER 2014

“aggie no! you wouldn’t!” the shorter girl was currently being pinned down to the bed as aggie threatened to pour the glass of water on her.

aggie was insistent that y/n had to be her defender for her in the garden, so that she could practise her shots. it was pissing down with rain and there was simply not a chance in hell that y/n would be getting sick this close to christmas.

y/n’s screaming and laughter had alerted aggie’s mother as she peered into the doorway. “aggie get off poor y/n right now.” the woman always had a soft spot for y/n, she was practically her third child after all.

grumbling under her breath, aggie flopped to the side and off of y/n, placing the glass down next to her. “dinner will be ready in five! come and set the table please.”

despite their differences in the sport they liked what the two had in common however, was their shared love for food. the duo raced down the stairs eager to eat supper.

after a more than filling meal and a very intense game of footsie under the table, tiredness starting to settle into their systems, a movie in front of the fireplace was just what was needed.

the four beever-jones’ and the honorary beever-jones all settled underneath various blankets and cushions on the two couches and love seat.

fire crackling softly, lighting the entire room is a soft orange hue while an old christmas movie played on the tv.

19 MAY 2017

today should’ve been one of the best days in y/n’s netball career, but instead after arriving at the wrong netball courts, then her team losing three out of four matches and her not being able to shoot more than five goals into the net, she was simply done with everyone and everything.

not a single word was spoken in the car on the way back to the y/l/n house, the only thing that could be heard was the soft buzz of the radio and the sound of other cars on the highway.

there was simply nothing anyone could say to make her feel better. seven months of training, for the biggest u14 netball competition, down the drain in a couple of hours was the most soul crushing experience for a fourteen year old.

the orange and pink uniform was digging into her shoulders and the seventh place certificate was placed haphazardly on the seat next to her.

y/n’s older brother tried to make a small joke but seeing the glint in her eyes he shut up immediately as he didn’t want to upset his sister even more.

the car ride was half an hour but it felt like an eternity. time didn’t feel real for y/n as she exited the car and grabbed her bag from the trunk.

taking refuge in her room when she got home, all she wanted right now was to have a nap and suddenly realise this was all a sick dream and she would wake up and all would be fine. but it wasn’t a sick dream it was a reality that she would have to face sooner or later.

loud footsteps could be heard from the staircase before her room door was roughly shoved open. “there’s my favourite netball star!” the sob that followed shortly after erased the smile from aggie’s face very quickly.

clearly no one had told her how the tournament had gone.

one look at y/n’s tear stained face and wobbly lip was the only thing that aggie needed to see before she dropped her sleepover bag on the floor and jumped onto the bed next to y/n.

“i messed up everything aggie, i’ve never seen my coach so upset with me in her entire life! i couldn’t even shoot properly and i kept getting blown for contact and stepping and-” aggie’s soothing hand on her back quickly stopped your rants. although your words were muffled because your face was smothered by the fluffy pillows, she could still make out how upset you were.

“oh y/n/n, i’m sure no one is upset with you, it’s only one tournament. i’m sure no one will remember this in a few months.” an idea struck to mind and with a teasing smile plastered on her face, aggie whispered to y/n “and besides you’ve been so busy crying you haven’t even noticed i’m sitting on your bed in my sweaty and muddy footy clothes!”

your head shot up immediately to notice that aggie was indeed sitting on your bed in her football clothes. it was tradition every saturday the two had a sleepover, rotating every week who’s house they would sleep at. “agh go shower you dickhead.”

placing a hand on her heart aggie placed a faux look of hurt on her face “you wound me y/n/n, you really do.” before getting up and going to the bathroom. where of course you had already laid out a fresh towel for aggie to use.

30 DECEMBER 2019

you had long grown out of her timid phase and was now the confident young woman your parents always told you she had to be.

your sixteenth birthday party was hopefully going to be the highlight of the entire christmas break, well besides christmas itself.

a rooftop party where none of your siblings would be present and no parents in sight sounded like the perfect idea to get a little drunk. (spoiler it wasn’t a little)

music blared out of the speaker, the base from the speakers sent shivers up everyone’s spines as they all mindlessly danced. after maybe four too many shots and a whole lot of encouragement from some out of school friends, y/n found herself in between a whole lot of sweaty bodies swaying and jumping to the music.

“i’m just heading to the bathroom quickly, i don’t feel too good.” you said to no one in particular before rushing off the dance floor and into the bathroom. the music in there was much softer and more calming, which helped with the upcoming headache forming behind your eyes.

barely managing to run into the nearest bathroom stall, back slumped against the wall as your hands gripped the porcelain toilet seat. trying to control your breathing and gain back the ability to see straight.

“y/n open the bloody door, right now!” aggie’s urgent voice and fist rattling hard against the wooden door increased the banging sensation in your head. blindly reaching up towards the lock of the door, you barely managed to turn the lock in order to let aggie into the small bathroom stall.

muttering a few curse words under her breath, aggie let herself into the bathroom before closing and locking the door behind her. bending down to your eye level. “who are you? i’m not sure my girlfriend would like it if she knew i was in a bathroom stall with a stranger you know…” y/n’s vision was blurred so she couldn’t quite see that it was her so called ‘girlfriend’ next to her.

“your girlfriend mm, now who would that be?” teasing tone very evident in aggie’s voice, but of course that completely washed over y/n’s head as another wave of nausea hit.

even with your head over the toilet seat and tears prickling in the corner of your eyes you still managed to mutter out how much you loved aggie and how extremely mad your dad would be if he saw you like this.

but of course this small interaction between the two of you would not be remembered in the morning, or how you had made it home in one piece after the night's events.

you didn’t remember how aggie had to keep her arm tightly around you as the two of you walked (stumbled) across the pebble stone sidewalk, how aggie’s jacket was draped over your shoulders and most of all when aggie dropped you off at your front door. the lingering kiss that you left on the corner of aggie’s mouth which sent butterflies into the blonde’s stomach.

CURRENT DAY

all those little memories were often reminisced at family dinners with both beever-jones and y/l/n family members present.

or in hushed conversations as the sunlight started to set on the bustling city of london, soft conversations about anything new or old as the room slowly began to lighten. rustling of freshly washed sheets and quiet laughter, before feet padding against the wooden floors and music could be heard.

the sounds of the frying pan sizzling with butter and the shower being turned on full blast.

y/n and aggie worked in perfect harmony, knowing each other's schedules like the back of their hands. you were fortunate enough to have an extra twenty minutes at home before you had to leave. which meant that you assisted aggie’s getting ready.

making sure the blonde had her protein shake prepped and ready, as well as making sure that her kit bag was clean and organised.

it was simply the little things that y/n did for aggie that meant the most to her. aggie would always press a lingering kiss to your lips before leaving the apartment, never forgetting to say “bye, i love you, see you later!” before she left.

then when the two of you got home later that evening, after giving the house a bit of TLC and aggie preparing dinner for them both. you would both settle down on the couch with a fluffy blanket draped over your legs.

a movie or series on in the background as the light from the tv, light the room in a soft hue of different colours. although the routine may seem boring and tedious to some, aggie and y/n wouldn’t have changed anything for the world.

the random saturday night dates, shopping on a wednesday or thursday, offering to pet sit y/n’s brother’s dogs when he was out of town and even the late night walks hand in hand to whatever destination their legs took them.

simply just y/n and aggie against the world, forever and always.

[kamotecue]

not your u23 anon, but maybe some aggie fluff? maybe both the r and aggie finally joining the chelsea first team after going through the academy ranks together! x

we made it დ a. beever-jones

pairing: aggie beever-jones x reader

summary: you and aggie finally joined chelsea’s first team after claiming the academy ranks together.

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you slowly opened your eyes, the sun rays streamed through the window, casting a warm glow in the room. you slowly sat up straight and then used your hand to shield your eyes from the sun, as you looked beside you to see aggie sleeping very peacefully.

you chuckled, despite being a couple you had your own individual rooms. there were times, you’d sneak into her room to cuddle, or she’d sneak into yours to talk about the little things, eventually falling asleep in your bed.

“what time is it?” you heard aggie asked, as you hummed grabbing your phone only to see the time.

“it’s 6:54, love.” aggie hummed, before she grabbed your hand that was the closest to her, placing a soft kiss on the dorsal side.

“i’ll sleep for a few more minutes, mmkay?” you snickered at her sleepiness, but gave her a nod.

“in the meantime, i’ll prepare our stuff.” you heard her hum, as you slowly slipped out of the bed. you both had made it to the chelsea first team, after being in the academy together.

you had gotten the empty kit bags, there were labels on it so you wouldn’t get your bags mixed. but it didn’t really matter, as aggie mostly wore your clothes. she claimed it was more comfy than hers.

you both had a successful season while being on a loan, aggie was at everton while you were at lyon. you were a bit sad at the hate she had gotten against her game with arsenal.

you remembered how she called you in the middle of the night, a bit in disbelief about the red card. you did your best to comfort her, and it worked.

you had rummaged through your closet, picking two after training outfits. the chelsea training kit was already prepared, neatly folded on the desk table.

“what else?” you said, humming to yourself. you snapped your fingers, as you rushed to get the boots and shin pads.

“always prepared, love.” aggie said, as she stretched her arms. she was sitting on the bed, her back was against the headboard as she looked at you in adoration and amusement.

you’d always pack the kit bags, she was always thankful for it but insisted that you don’t really have to do it.

“better ready than never.” you said, as aggie snickered. you purposely had gotten the saying wrong, but you were fine with it. as it always made her happy.

“it’s better late than never, love.” aggie said, slipping out of the bed. you gave her a soft look before glancing at the wall clock.

“let’s get ready.” you said, as she gave you a kiss on the cheek before taking her training gear to her room to shower.

you had breakfast together before rushing out the apartment doors, afraid to be late for training. you had the kit bags in your hands, as aggie had opened the back door for you, placing the bags in the back.

“the keys.” aggie said, tossing you the car keys that hit you in the head, as you groaned.

“shit—sorry, love.” you shook it off, grabbing the keys on the floor before heading to the drivers seat. you may be the younger one, but you were the driver and she was the passenger princess.

the road to the training grounds was filled with music, you both were just vibing to the songs. you had pulled up in the parking lot, millie your national teammate gave you a soft smile.

“lovebirds.” millie teased, as you playfully shot her a glare. aggie just gave her a soft smile, before getting her kit bag. you swung yours over the shoulder, before quickly closing the door, locking it when you were done.

the first part of the training, the team worked on their possession before breaking out into 5v5’s. aggie was on the opposite team, and you wore the white bib.

“alright, let’s take a short break.” emma announced, as she clapped her hands a few times. you sat on the pitch, as aggie beelined her way towards you.

the team looked at the two of you with amusement, as you hummed. she sat in front of you as you opened your arms.

you spent the whole break, hugging talking about random things that would come up on her for you page. the day ended with the two of you watching movies in the living room.

you were both cuddled up, as a big blanket was placed over the two of you. you rested your head on her chest, as she had massaged your scalp.

you were playing with the string of her hoodie, twirling it around your finger as she looked at you in adoration. but you didn’t know that, you were so focused on the movie, you didn’t see her look.