(+18) Overachierver - Leah williamson

05:18, 23 June 2025

a/n: just because we won

warnings: (+18) oral, fingering and use of strap (all r receiving)

Leah was cocky.

You knew that already, long before actually dating her. It stood out in the way she carried herself, walked, talked, and styled her clothes-but especially in the way she leaned over you when you first met, hand boldly on your waist as she asked if you wanted to go home with her.

Arsenal had just won their second Champions League trophy, beating one of the best teams in Europe: Barcelona.

Arsenal were the underdogs. They had lost big and small games, gone through a series of injuries and a change in managers.

All odds were against them.

But still, Leah continued to be smug.

She knew the capacity of her team.

She knew her childhood club could do it.

And they did.

As soon as the whistle blew, you were screaming for Leah from the stands, feeling all kinds of excitement in your chest.

When you saw her, you didn't care about the flashing lights or the people watching as you threw yourself into your girlfriend's arms.

You weren't a player.

The pitch wasn't a normal place for you. But here with Leah, you were comfortable, happy, proud of her and everything the team had accomplished.

Unfortunately, you couldn't stick by her side for the rest of the day.

The team had to walk back to the locker room, which you couldn't go into. But judging by the pictures, they had a lot of fun.

Then they went to the party.

It was small, but each player could bring their family and friends.

Of course, you were there when the team, mainly Leah, walked in with the trophy in hand and a gold medal around their necks.

Then the singing started, and the drinking continued.

You had a few yourself-Leah too-but you were more wasted than she.

As everybody celebrated,, Leah kept you at arm's reach.

She held your hip in place, her hands cupping your jaw as she kissed you in one of the corners of the room, away from watchful eyes, making promises about when you two would get to the hotel. She promised she would sneak out of her room to get to yours.

When you realised you were getting too ahead of yourself with the alcohol, you sat alone in one of the chairs.

Leah, like a puppy, was next to you, giving you water and some snacks, the smug smile on her face never faltering.

She sat on your lap, the light from the dance floor reflecting on her medal. It gave you a slight headache-or maybe it was all the Heineken.

Leah had drunk more than you. How could she look so composed? She looked beautiful, smelled amazing, even after playing a whole 90 minutes in a Champions League final.

She was so close to you.

You wanted a bite.

So you took it.

Your teeth held the skin of her neck. It wasn't gentle. It was desperate.

"No," Leah said. "Not now."

"Why?" you pouted. "You won. You deserve it."

"Deserve what?" Leah grinned. "A hickey?"

"Yes," you mumbled, your head dizzy with alcohol.

You wrapped your arms around her torso, pulling her close onto your lap. It felt weird, Leah was taller than you, but you wanted her against you anyway.

You kissed the place you had bitten. It was already turning red.

Leah's skin was too pale; you could barely touch it before it was turning that purple shade you liked so much.

"I fear you might be too drunk," Leah said, turning her head to look at you. "You're not used to drinking."

"I wanted to celebrate," you whined. "But my head hurts now."

"It's okay," Leah said, kissing your mouth. "It'll be better tomorrow."

"Are you still going to my room?"

"Yes," she answered. "I much prefer to spend the night with my girlfriend than with Kim."

"Good," you mumbled.

Your hands were under her shirt, circling her belly, but now they were up, almost at her bra "Want you."

"I know you do."

"Right now."

"Be patient."

"Okay," you agreed.

You were very good. Very patient.

As the party was ending, Leah called a taxi for you. She paid and got you inside, told you to get to your room, put on a comfortable shirt, and wait for her on the bed.

You did just that.

But when you woke up the next day, Leah wasn't naked beside you. You didn't have sweat on your body. Your cunt wasn't wet. The sheets were clean.

"You were sleeping when I got here," Leah said.

She was sleeping on your side, her Champions shirt still on, her medal still around her neck. Her hair was messy, and her face was creased from the pillow.

She leaned on her elbow, kissingg your mouth gently, slipping her tongue inside. It was a messy kiss, just how you liked it, just how you both wanted.

"I'm sorry," you said as Leah began trailing down your body, her warm lips sucking your neck determinedly.

"Don't be sorry," she said, taking your shirt off. "I was wasted too...wouldn't be able to eat you out properly."

You whined, no words left in you.

Leah took a nipple into her mouth. She bit it, sucked it, then kissed it.

"My pretty girl," she murmured as she took the other tit in her mouth. "My lucky charm, you are."

Her hand was caressing your underwear, her fingers circling your clit lazily.

"Got my trophy, got my medal, and now I get my pussy."

You spread your legs open, inviting her in.

More. You wanted more.

She played with your wet hole, spreading the wetness before putting a finger in.

Then two.

Then three.

You were panting already, heart beating hard against your ribs as Leah moved her fingers.

Her mouth found its way back to your tits as her medal rested on your stomach, giving you chills.

It was cold.

Leah made you cum.

You bit your own arm so the others wouldn't hear it. The orgasm took complete control of your body. But Leah didn't stop.

She was an overachiever.

She took your underwear off, spread your big lips apart, and looked at your clit before kissing it gently. Her tongue circled it before she wrapped her lips around and sucked.

You had never felt so much pleasure in your life.

Well, maybe you had-because seconds later, Leah hit a spot even deeper inside you, and you were coming again, harder than before, harder than you ever had.

"Oh, fuck," you heard Leah say.

You opened your eyes.

You hadn't realised they were closed.

She was looking between your thighs with the same look she had yesterday, when she was awarded the trophy.

She kissed the inside of your thigh, carefully, gently.

"You squirted, baby," she said, lapping at your pussy again, cleaning it. "You okay?"

Squirted?

You didn't realise you had. But you were also very confused, very dizzy.

You couldn't feel your legs, not really. Your arms were too heavy.

You couldn't formulate thoughts or words.

So you just whined, closed your eyes again, and let Leah take care of you. Which she did.

You felt a warm cloth between your thighs. It hurt.

"Sorry," she said in a low voice. "You're sensitive. It'll be over soon."

It was true. She quickly cleaned you and put on clean underwear. Then she was back at your side, kissing your face, murmuring things you didn't understand.

She kissed your cheeks, then your nose. Your forehead was next. But the place she kissed most was your tits.

She laid her head on your chest and latched onto one of your nipples.

You both took a nap like that.

It felt good. Close.

But she left soon after. She had to take the plane with the other girls.

Had to be back in England for the trophy parade.

After she left, you tried to get some dignity back. You took a shower, did your hair, and also left, ready for your flight back home. You were meeting Leah there; you just couldn't go on the same plane.

The next day, you were there with her again.

The trophy parade was over when you found yourself at her house once more.

Leah still wanted more.

Again-overachiever.

She had a cigar in her mouth, the godforsaken gold medal on her naked chest.

She picked one of her biggest dildos, it was Arsenal red, because, of course, it was.

She strapped it around her waist and told you to come sit in her lap.

You took your clothes off quickly and spread your legs as you hovered over her.

She spread lube on the dildo and held your hips, pulling you down onto her cock.

She filled you up to the brim, her cock hitting your cervix as she held your hips, dictating the pace of your ride.

It was good that she was in control, because you weren't in the right state of mind.

You didn't know what Leah did to you, but she always found a way to take control, always had the upper hand in every situation.