We Are Dreamers

Entry Thirteen: Florence Pugh

A/n: Yes, it's another Florence Pugh entry. But.... Smut edition.~
This was a request for a reader by the name, ridlz_. Hopefully it's to your satisfaction and you enjoy it as much as it was fun writing it.

⚠️ Smut Ahead. Do read at your own discretion.⚠️

A/n2: Also, if some of the information in this about soccer is wrong, apologies. Because most of the info was from Google. So...blame google.

~×I've got you skinny dipping deep inside my head.~×

The grime of that day's match made your skin crawl as sweat clung to your skin, giving you a soft glow under the stadium lights. It was well past evening as you got down into position, your arms held out as the opposing team quickly made their way down the field. Blood rushed to your ears as your heart pounds rapidly from the adrenaline that coursed through your veins. You do your best to drown out the cheers from the stands, as deafening as they were, you needed to focus. You roll your shoulders as if to get ready to move just as the other team breaks through your team's defense. And just like that, your legs snap into action and prepels you off the ground and to the left side of the net. Your arms were extended out just as your gloved hands reached for the spinning ball.

For you it always feels like you're in slow motion when you're blocking a score. The ball lands in your hands with force that knocks your arms back and for a split second you think you weren't going to be able to stop the ball. But just like your legs, your reflexes kicked into overdrive and you were quick to curl your fingers around the ball before hugging it to your chest. You land on the grass with a heavy thud but quickly move to sit up on your knees and show that you had the ball outside of the goal line. The other team didn't score and the stadium erupts in cheers.

"That's our number 13! Let's go!!!!!"

"WOOOOOO!"

Your team cheers for you from around the field and a prideful smile blossoms across your face. You rear your right arm back and throw the ball back out into the field. Some of your teammates even wondered if you ever played softball or baseball before playing soccer, because you had one hell of an arm. (Fun fact: You played baseball with your little brother on a co-ed team for three summers.) The game continued without fail and you were back in your guarding position. With the number 13 on your jersey displayed for the people behind you.

One of the people behind you, sitting in a VIP box up in the stands, was a very eager woman. Her hands itching to grab you and hug you for that incredible game play.

"So .....why are you sitting in the US section, aren't you from the UK?" Scarlett asks, her signature smirk plastered to her lips. The woman in question just rolls her eyes at her best friend's accusations.

"You know damn well why."

Scarlett leans over to press her shoulder against the others before wiggling her eyebrows at her. "Because your sexy fiance happens to be playing on the US team and not the UK team."

"Thank you captain obvious." Florence snarks only to laugh when Scarlett pinches her cheek. She bats her hand away and turns to look at the older woman. "And I'm telling Colin that you're calling Y/n sexy again."

"Oooooh! I'm scared." Scarlett waves her hands out in front of her before she laughs. "He'll just ask me if i want to fuck her then ask for a hall pass if my answer is ever yes."