Y/n's pov
"I can wear what I want," I protested.
"You can't wear that to an Arsenal dinner party," Declan replied.
"I can. You're pissed that this dress looks good on me and shows me off."
"That dress is karma for me casually speaking to a waitress."
"It's not karma," I rolled my eyes. "It's the dress I want to wear, case closed." I grabbed my bag, leaving Declan in the room by himself, until he eventually followed after me.
During dinner was fine. Mostly. Declan frowned whenever I spoke to one of his teammates and I felt his hand grip onto my thigh in an attempt to make me stop, but I knew it wouldn't.
"Won't be long," I said, excusing myself to go to the bathroom, however a couple of minutes later, I was washing my hands, when I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to find Declan standing there.
"Fuck, that dress shows you off," he replied kissing me and walking in and locking the door behind me. Declan wasted no time, he got himself undressed whilst I slipped my dress and underwear off and he pushed me up against the wall, both of us moaning in unison. He slipped himself inside of me, both of us moaning and he thrusted up and down until we came together.
