FOOTBALL IMAGINES

Ivan Toney*

Off The Pitch

Y/N had always been a passionate football fan, attending as many matches as she could. Tonight, she found herself at an exclusive post-match party, mingling with the players of her favorite team. The room buzzed with excitement and celebration, but her eyes kept drifting towards two specific players—Ivan Toney and Declan Rice.

Ivan Toney had caught her eye from the moment he joined the team. His confidence, his skill on the pitch, and his undeniable charm had captivated her. They'd been seeing each other for a few weeks now, but they hadn't yet defined their relationship. Tonight, however, she couldn't help but notice the way Declan Rice seemed equally interested in her, showering her with attention.

As she chatted with Declan near the bar, she could feel Ivan's eyes on her. He was across the room, a drink in hand, his jaw tight. Declan was charming and funny, making her laugh effortlessly, but she could sense the tension building from Ivan's direction.

"Y/N, you should come to the next match," Declan said, flashing her a smile. "I'll get you the best seats."

"Thanks, Declan. I'll think about it," she replied, trying to keep her tone light, but she could feel the weight of Ivan's gaze.

Just then, Ivan approached, his posture tense. "Y/N, can I talk to you for a moment?" he asked, his voice steady but laced with underlying tension.

She glanced at Declan, who gave her an understanding nod. "Sure, Ivan," she said, following him to a quieter corner of the room.

"What's going on with you and Declan?" Ivan asked, his eyes dark and intense.

"We were just talking, Ivan. Nothing more," she replied, trying to calm him down.

"I don't like the way he looks at you," Ivan said, stepping closer. "You're mine, Y/N. I don't want anyone else getting ideas."

His possessiveness sent a thrill through her. "Then show me, Ivan," she whispered, challenging him with her eyes.

Without another word, Ivan took her hand and led her out of the party, down a series of hallways until they reached an empty, dimly lit room. He closed the door behind them, locking it with a decisive click.

"You think you can just flirt with Declan and get away with it?" Ivan growled, his eyes flashing with jealousy.

"I wasn't flirting," she protested, but the smirk on her face gave her away.

Ivan stepped closer, his body pressing against hers. "You're playing a dangerous game, Y/N," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "But I know how to make you remember who you belong to."

His lips crashed against hers, and she melted into the kiss, her body responding instantly to his touch. His hands roamed over her curves, possessive and demanding. She moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss.

He broke away, his eyes blazing with desire. "Turn around," he commanded, his voice husky.

She obeyed, her heart racing. He pressed against her from behind, his hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her dress up. She gasped as his fingers found her wetness, teasing her mercilessly.

"You're so wet for me," he growled, his fingers sliding inside her. "Do you like it when I'm jealous, Y/N?"

"Yes," she moaned, pushing back against him.

He chuckled darkly, his fingers moving faster. "Good. Because I'm going to remind you who you belong to."

He withdrew his fingers, making her whimper at the loss. She heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, and then he was pressing into her, filling her completely. She cried out, her hands bracing against the wall as he began to move, his thrusts hard and demanding.

"You're mine," he growled, his hands gripping her hips. "Say it."

"I'm yours," she gasped, her body trembling with pleasure.

He pounded into her, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. She moaned his name, her body arching as she felt herself nearing her climax.

"That's it, Y/N," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Come for me."

With a final, powerful thrust, she shattered, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. He followed moments later, groaning her name as he found his release.

They stayed like that for a moment, breathing heavily, their bodies still connected. Finally, he pulled out and turned her around, pulling her into his arms.

"You're mine, Y/N," he whispered, his lips brushing against her forehead.

"And you're mine, Ivan," she replied, her heart full.

They dressed quickly, straightening their clothes and catching their breath. Ivan's jealousy had been intense, but it had only served to strengthen their connection. As they left the room, he held her hand tightly, a silent promise that she was his and he was hers.

The party was still in full swing, but Y/N felt a shift in the atmosphere. Ivan's possessiveness had been a powerful reminder of their bond, and she knew that no matter what, they belonged to each other.

Declan saw them return, a knowing look in his eyes. He gave Y/N a smile and a nod, understanding that Ivan had made his claim clear.

Y/N leaned into Ivan, feeling his strength and protection. She was his, and nothing would change that. As they left the party together, she knew that their love was fierce, passionate, and unbreakable.