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gamergirl929 · 5 months ago

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It's Gonne Be Me, You, and The Dance Floor (Kristie Mewis x Reader)

You never expect for Megan Rapinoe's retirment party to be as wild as it currently was, but here you were, surrounded by drunk current and former USWNT Players, with a healthy dose of WNBA and NWSL players sprinkled in. Unfortunately for you, a drunk Emily Sonnett decides to drag you onto the dance floor, despite that fact you weren't much of a dancer. Eventually, she's whisked away by Lindsey Horan, the woman knowing full well you weren't the dancing type. However, before you can making your escape from the dance floor, you turn, walking smack dab into Kristie Mewis.

Anonymous Request: Kristie Mewis/G!P Reader, finding a somewhat private place at a party to fuck.

“Hey.” You jump, pulled from your thoughts by a pat on the back from Emily Sonnett, the blonde grinning.

“Get out of your head, come on, have some fun!” She says as she motions to the party going on around you.

Retirement wasn’t something you’d expected to party about, but when Megan Rapinoe announced her retirement, the team knew they had to throw a party for the USWNT veteran.

You didn’t realize that party would mean renting out an entire club for the night, with a completely open bar and a DJ.

A number of retired players had flown out to join in on the festivities, as well as a number of Megan’s NWSL teammates from OL Reign.

Her wife, Sue Bird, and some of her Seattle Storm teammates also made an appearance, refusing to miss the retirement party of Sue’s significant other, who they all adored.

You sigh deeply, downing the entire glass of liquor in your hand, earning a pat on the back from Emily.

“Atta girl! Now get out there, let’s dance!” She yells, dragging you out on the dance floor.

You weren’t much of a dancer, but Emily had grabbed your arms anyway, swinging them around dramatically.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Lindsey making her way towards you, pulling Emily into a headlock.

“What are you doing...?” She asks and Emily grins.

“Having fun with Y/N!” Her grin widens, the Gotham FC player visibly drunk.

You chuckle, about to turn and make your way off the dance floor, that is until you run smack dab into Kristie Mewis.

You couldn’t lie, you’d honestly been in love with Kristie Mewis since the moment you laid eyes on her.

You knew deep down that you’d never have a chance with her, but a girl can dream, can’t she?

“Hey!” She beams, peering around you, snorting when she sees Emily wobbling as she attempts to dance with Lindsey.

“Someone’s drunk.” She giggles and you laugh, glancing over your shoulder at Emily who’s doing, what she thinks, is dancing.

You shake your head, turning back to Kristie, your eyes widening when you see the soft smile she’s sending you.

“What?” You ask, your cheeks flushing when she takes a step towards you, the two of you almost chest to chest.

“Do you want to dance?” She asks confidently, your eyes widening.

“U-U-Uh, s-sure, b-but I’m not the best dancer.” You cringe and Kristie hums, placing her hands on your shoulders.

"You’ll get the hang of it.” She winks and you swallow hard, giving her a less than confident nod.

She weaves through the crowd, pulling you to the middle of the dance floor.

“Come here.” She says, pulling you in, your fronts now together.

You knew you were blushing, the tips of your ears burning as she pulled you closer.

Unexpectedly, her hands run from your shoulders down to your chest, her thumbs caressing your collar bone, her blue orbs glassy, but not from the effects of alcohol.

“Kris?” You say, pulling the woman out of whatever trance she was in, her cheeks dusted pink.

“S-Sorry.” She stutters, glancing away bashfully before clearing her throat.

“If you aren’t comfortable, you don’t have to dance with me.” She smiles and you shake your head.

“I-I mean, I can try...?” You shrug, her smile splitting into a grin.

“Follow my lead?” She says, holding her hands out and you nod.

The music booms loudly as Kristie starts to sway, the woman nodding in encouragement when you follow her movements,

She takes a step closer, her body flush with your own, her nose nearly brushing yours.

Her fingers knit behind your neck as her hips move, her lower half brushing yours repeatedly.

You breathe one another’s air as your hips rock, her tongue slipping between the tight line formed by her lips as she grinds harder into you.

Her hands roam your body before settling on your waist, pulling you closer, your lower halves now flush.

“Shit.” You say, the curse indivertibly slipping past your lips.

You didn’t have time to be embarrassed, not when Kristie’s lips skirted along the underside of your jaw.

You’re unable to stop yourself from gasping when you feel her press a kiss to your pulse point, her tongue taking a swipe at your tan skin.

You’re not sure what possess you, but your hands leave her waist, and instead slip around her, settling on her jean short, covered ass.

She whimpers as you pull her impossibly closer, the two of you now grinding feverishly against one another, which goes unnoticed by the bodies dancing around you considering many are doing the same.

You realize far too late that you were getting hard, the protrusion in your pants growing hard with each roll of Kristie’s hips.

Kristie’s breath hitches, her body stilling when she realizes what exactly she’s grinding against.

Your cheeks were flushed a deep shade of red as you take a step back, the blonde now able to see the outline of your cock beneath your jeans.

“I-I-I'm sorry.” You stutter, preparing to bolt, but Kristie stops you, her fingers tangling in your belt loops as she pulls you back against her, your erection now pressed against her.

“Do you want to stop...?” She asks, rolling her hips again to gauge your reaction, the woman smirking when your eyes slam shut, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.

“I-I-I...” You fall silent, wrapping your arms around her as she grinds against your now rock-hard member.

“Tell me.” She purrs, unable to stop herself from gasping when you whimper in her ear.

“Do-Don’t stop.” You beg, the woman smirking against your neck.

Your hips rock, the woman pressed against you soaked beyond belief.

She’d wanted you for so long, asking you to dance had been spur of the moment, but now she couldn’t have been happier, the woman smiling against your neck as you moaned in her ear, the blonde rocking her hips against your member.

She moans against your neck, the sound making you growl.

“F-Fuck.” You stutter, giving Kristie’s sides a squeeze.

“I-If we don’t stop...” You sigh, your brows knitted in pleasure, the woman in your arms giggling against your neck.

“If we don’t stop, what?” She asks innocently, using her hips to rock harder against you.

You duck down, panting in the woman's ear as you attempt to gather your thoughts.

“I think you know what.” You say, whining when she winks, knitting her fingers behind your neck as she pulls you in, her nose brushing yours.

“Are you gonna come...?” She asks, and you nod rapidly, grunting as her hips swivel.

“Well...?” She says, your brows furrowing in confusion, that is until her hand slithers between your bodies, the woman palming the appendage between your legs.

She hugs you tight, keeping you upright as she strokes you rapidly, getting you off in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by your drunk teammates.

She places a hand behind your neck and pulls you in, your hot breath puffing against her ear, soft whimper and whines passing through your lips, the sounds making her even wetter than she already was.

“Why don’t you come for me?” She asks, watching your face contort in pleasure, your body stiffening before you groan against her neck, her hold on you tightening as you shudder, your pants filled with your release.

Kristie continues to stroke you, only stopping when you grab her wrist, unable to take any more.

You pant against her shoulder, the woman kissing the curve of your jaw over and over again.

“How was that...?” She asks, smirking when her blue orbs lock with your glassy Y/E/C orbs.

“Fucking great, even if I didn't expect it...” You say as you attempt to catch your breath, the blonde giggling.

You lick your lips, leaning in, your lips nearly touching.

“What I do know is I want to return the favor...” You rasp, the sound of your voice making her clit throb.

You nod your head off the dance floor, weaving through the dancing bodies until you break free of the crowd.

You scan the club, smirking when you spot a nearby bathroom door, the sign on its front signaling to the other patrons that it was out of order.

Kristie is unable to stop herself from laughing when you drag her inside, her back resting the closed door.

Your palms rest on either side of her head, the blonde grinning.

“Do you want this...?” You ask, worried she may push you away, even after what happened on the dance floor.

She cups your cheeks, pulling you in and slamming her lips against yours.

It doesn’t take long at all for the kisses to heat up, your tongue swiping against Kristie’s, the woman moaning into your mouth.

Your hands slide off the door, finding their way onto her chest, the woman whimpering when you knead her breasts.

“Y/N...” She moans, holding her arms up, a sign to you that she wanted the shirt hugging her upper half off.

You pull the shirt up over her head, and toss it on the floor, your Y/E/C orbs taking in the now visible flesh that had been hidden beneath her shirt.

Kristie tilts her head back, her lips parted in a silent gasp when you caress her breasts through her bra, her nipples visible through the material.

She whimpers when your lips leave hers, trailing down her neck until you reach her breasts, your lips wrapping around one of her erect nipples.

Her fingers tangle in your hair as you lavish her breasts with attention before turning to the opposite, playfully nipping at her pebbled nipple.

Your hands continue their descent, your fingers tangling in the belt loops of Kristie’s shorts, her eyes flashing open to reveal her blue orbs, darkened with arousal.

Slowly, you unzip the zipper of her shorts, giving them a tug, the blonde nodding immediately.

You kneel down, pulling her shorts, as well as her ruined panties down her legs, the woman kicking them off, the clothes joining those already on the floor.

You were painfully hard, but you wanted to give Kristie the attention she’d given you, you wanted to watch her come undone in your arms.

Kristie’s breath hitches as you sink to your knees in front of her, pressing tender kisses to her inner thighs.

She whimpers when you give her inner thigh a gentle nip, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you where she needs you the most.

At the first tentative lick to her core, she moans, leaning her head back roughly against the bathroom door.

Your tongue traces her slit before it’s making contact with her clit.

“Fuck.” She sighs as your tongue works between her legs, dipping into her entrance before running along her slit and flicking against her pulsing clit again.

Kristie whimpers and whines loudly, her thighs already starting to quake around your head.

You knew she was worked up, especially after what happened on the dance floor, you knew she was just as turned on as you were, which meant it wouldn’t take her long to orgasm.

In all honesty, you wish she wouldn’t come, which meant you’d never have to be anywhere else other than between her legs, her taste and smell intoxicating.

You wrap your lips around the tiny bundle of nerves, giving it a soft suckle, the woman crying out, her grip tightening on your hair.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She begs as you lick her wildly, the woman unable to keep her hips still.

Moments later she cries out, the sound thankfully covered by that of the booming music in the club.

Her essence coats your tongue as you lick her clean, the woman’s thighs twitching as you place a kiss to her clit before moving to your feet, your lips wet with her slick.

She pants heavily cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a kiss, the kiss softer than before, but more intimate considering you had the taste of her on your lips.

Your tongues slowly meet, the two of you sighing deeply as you kiss lazily.

Kristie pulls back, her forehead resting against yours, her blue orbs raking down your front, smirking when she realizes you’re hard again.

Your brows knit when her hand slithers between you, her palm settling on the bulge in your pants, your front already damp from your earlier release.

“Maybe we should take care of that?” She says seductively, your eyes raking down her front, settling on her bare core.

“I know one way to take care of it.” You smirk, Kristie’s throat bobbing as you slowly reach for your jeans’ button.

Kristie catches your wrist, your eyes widening when she chooses to pop the button of your jeans and grab your zipper, tugging it downwards slowly.

In a blink, your pants are on the floor around your ankles, your boxers the only thing covering your lower half, the size of your member now visible.

“Fuck.” Kristie whispers, backing you up against the opposite wall, the woman pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it to the floor.

Her hands run from your shoulders down your chest, pausing to squeeze your breasts before her hands splay on your visible, muscular stomach.

“Damn.” She whispers, prodding your hard muscles.

She leans in, pressing her lips against yours, the kiss tender, distracting you from the fact that she was tugging down your boxers, that is until your erection springs free.

You glance down at your erection, your brows arching when you see Kristie gazing at it before running a fingertip along the underside of your cock.

You lean back heavily against the wall, your eyes fluttering shut.

“I want to feel you inside me.” Kristie confesses, your eyes flashing open, meeting Kristie’s shining blues.

“A-Are you sure...?” You whisper, the woman nodding with no sense of hesitation.

Your hand drops to your already throbbing member, giving it a few pumps, the sounds you're making, makes Kristie shudder.

Much to her surprise, you take charge, flipping your positions, the woman’s back now pressing against the cold tile wall.

You turn your attention back to your member, Kristie sighing when you run your head through her lower lips, stopping to rub it against her clit.

“Shit.” She sighs, her brows furrowing as you teasingly spread her opening with your tip before pulling away.

“Don’t tease.” She whines, her bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

She wanted you, and she wanted you bad, something that made you whimper, her eyes flashing open, locking with your Y/E/C orbs.

You lick your lips lining yourself up with her entrance, the blonde nodding rapidly when you give her a questioning look.

You slowly slip into her, your head slipping in slowly, the woman whining loudly.

“Fuck.” She whimpers, as you slowly slip inside her until you’re completely sheathed, her walls wet and warm, welcoming your invasion.

You remain still, lightly kissing her neck, letting her get acclimated to the stretch before you light thrust your hips.

“O-Oh.” She sighs, lifting one leg upward, curling it around your waist, gripping your shoulders tightly.

You put a bit more power behind your next thrust, earning a throaty moan in return, her walls fluttering around you.

You quickly establish a rhythm, your thighs slapping together as you pound into the woman.

“Fuck, Y/N...” She sighs, gasping when you lift her into the air and press her back against the wall, her legs wrapping around your middle as you reposition yourself and slip back inside her.

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” She sighs as you start thrusting upwards, the woman getting wetter and wetter with each thrust.

She uses your shoulders as leverage, bouncing along with your thrusts, her lips parted as a wide array of sounds pass from her open mouth, a mixture of whines, whimpers, groans and moans.

Your muscles start to contract, your breathing quickening with each thrust, your orgasm impending.

“I-I’m so close.” Kristie says in between gasps, her walls fluttering around you.

“I-I’m gonna--

You go silent, groaning loudly against her neck as you stiffen, your thrusts slowing as you orgasm, your thighs quaking as you fill her with your release.

Kristie comes with a cry, her walls clamping down around you, milking more of your seed out of your softening cock.

Her nails dig ridges in your back as she trembles in your arms, the feel of her climaxing in your arms bringing you a sense of pleasure you never thought you’d feel.

Your thrusts slow, the woman panting heavily in your arms as you lazily kiss her neck, helping her through her orgasm.

She leans in, kissing your lips softly, your now flaccid member still inside her as you kiss tenderly.

You part, Kristie’s hands on your shoulders as her chest rises and falls rapidly.

“Well...” She says, giggling as she scrapes her nails against the nape of your neck.

“I didn’t expect that to happen.” She chuckles and you shake your head, your lips splitting in a grin.

“Me either.” You smile softly, bashful even though you were currently still inside the woman.

She hums, leaning in to press another kiss to your lips.

“What do you say, we take this back to the hotel?” She asks with a seductive smirk, your lips splitting in a grin.

“I was kind of worried you’d want to pretend like this didn’t happen.” You mumble insecurely, the woman in your arms smiling as she tilts your chin up with her index finger, her sparkling blues meeting your Y/E/C’s.

“I’ve kind of been wanting to do this for a long time.” She confesses, her cheeks dusted pink.

Your brows arch.

“Really now?” You ask and she nods, smiling against your lips when your lips meet again.

“Still want to take this back to the hotel?” She asks and you smirk.

“Absolutely.”

Eventually, the two of you exit the bathroom, fully clothed, your hand in Kristie’s as she drags you out of the club, a slurring Emily Sonnett yelling from across the club.

“GET IT Y/N!” She hiccups and you snort, Kristie giggling as she squeezes your hand, the two of you eager to continue where you left off at the hotel.

In that moment, you were incredibly thankful that a drunk Emily Sonnett dragged you onto the dance floor.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #kristie mewis x reader #kristie mewis imagine #sorry im so late I forgot it was friday again XD #please let me know what you think!

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