WOSO Imagines

Leah Williamson - The Challenge

Explicit Language included

Leah ground down on your lap to the beat of the music.
You weren't entirely sure how it had come to this. You'd only agreed to the night out this morning after a shitty month that included being dumped by your girlfriend and having your car stolen. So when former player Alex Scott had insisted you come out with her and Leah Williamson, you had immediately accepted.
When Leah challenged you to down a row of drinks and lost, it was Alex who came up with your prize.
Now here you were, in the 'private room' of a East End night club, with your team mate Leah giving you a lap dance.
You'd had a lot to drink, you both had. Leah straddled your lap whilst holding a bottle of tequila.
"Fuck relationships." Leah cheered pouring a shot directly into her mouth.
"Fuck love." You replied. She poured an equal measure into yours.
"Fuck your ex." She shuddered as she drank more.
"And fuck yours!" You grimaced as the liquid hit the back of your throat.
Leah giggled putting the bottle down and wrapping both arms around your neck.
"What else can we fuck?" She asked, her eyes darkening as they stared into your own.
"Each other?" You suggested bluntly.
As Leah grounded down on your again you'd had enough.
"My place?" You asked, caressing her arse cheeks.
She nodded furiously jumping off your lap and pulling you up and towards the door.
In the Uber you sat respectfully, Leah was England Captain now she couldn't be seen falling out of clubs and making out in backs seats.
Once back at your flat however she wasted no time in kissing your against the door as soon as it had shut behind you.
She moved away from you entering your home. As she entered the front room she noticed the small dining set you had and dragged one of the chairs to the centre of the room.
"Now y/n, I do believe I was owe you a proper lap dance." She tapped the chair waiting for you to sit on it. You quickly opened the music app on your phone and handed it to her to connect to your surround sound.
You watched her as she found a song she liked, she left your phone on the side and walked behind your chair. Leaning over you, her breath tickled the back of your neck as she spoke.
"Oh and y/n, I've decided to turn this into a strip tease."