neck kisses - jack grealish

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warning: oral sex

"I LOVE YOUR outfit" jack smirked as zara ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him.

"oh my god, you were so amazing!" she gasped, congratulating him on the win against germany. the footballer had a big grin on his face, beyond pleased with how the match had gone.

during the game, he had scanned the crowd briefly, spotting her cheering in his top with his last name printed across her back.

she congratulated the rest of the team, especially kane and sterling who had scored both the goals. they had made it to the quarter finals which was amazing, zara couldn't have been more proud.

the boys had plans to celebrate in the evening, so zara took jack back to her flat for the first time so he could sort himself out.

"it's just up here" she told him, leading him up the last couple stairs to the door of her home. unlocking the door, she let them both in and set her things down on the kitchen table.

"give me a tour?" he suggested, to which she agreed.

"this is the kitchen slash living room," she gestured to where they were at the moment. it was all sort of one room. she took his hand so she could show him about. "this is jordan's room," she slipped her head around the door to see how messy it was, deciding not to show him inside. "this is liyah's room, and here's their bathroom" she showed him.

"where your room?" he asked eagerly.

"right here" she opened her door and they both walked in. "my bathrooms over there," she payed an extra percentage of the bills so that she could have the en-suite room, "have a shower if you want"

"you trying to tell me i smell?" he joked.

"yes" she was half serious, he did need a thorough shower after the game.

while he was washing, she tidied up a few bits from her room and changed out of her jeans and into some shorts, finding them much comfier and more suiting to the temperature inside.

when he walked out of the bathroom, he saw her lying on her front on the bed, facing away from him. his eyes landed on her bum, taking his time to stare before making his presence known. "i can feel you staring grealish" she smirked to herself, turning around to be blessed with the view of him shirtless, towel clinging on to his v-line.

"who's the one staring now?" he smirked back, walking over to the bed. she rolled onto her back as he started to move over her.

"ew you're wet" she cringed, causing him to snort and make a 'that's what he said' joke before shaking his hair to get her even more wet. "jack!" she moaned, not enjoying the spray of water all over her body.

"i love it when you moan my name" he smirked, his voice low and gravelly, turning zara on.

she lifted her face up and connected their lips, tugging his wet her slightly with her hands. as the kiss deepened, jack started to grind up into her slightly, creating friction.

pulling apart for a breath, zara flipped them over so that he was sitting up against the headboard. "let me help you out"

"you don't have to-" he definitely wanted it, but he didn't want her to feel obliged to do it.