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The Second Our Eyes Met (I Knew I Wanted You) (Christen Press x Reader)

When Christen Press caught your eyes across the party, she felt an immediate spark, what she didn't expect was to be pinned between you and the bathroom door soon after, her lips slamming against yours.

Anonymous Request: G!P reader x christen press, they hook up in the bathroom at a party, reader has christen stare at herself in the mirror.

Anonymous Request: How about a ‘you can’t get enough of me huh? ;) ’ prompt for the g!p smut you were talking about?

Disclaimer: First of all, this fic is 100% NSFW, so if that isn't your thing, I'd DEFINITELY skip this one considering it's basically porn without plot. Also, this a g!p reader fic, so also avoid if that isn't your thing. Other than that, please enjoy and let me know what you think.

Her eyes had been on you all night, green orbs boring into you from across the room.

Typically, you would have approached her without a second thought, but something about her made her seem unapproachable.

Maybe it was the women around her?

Maybe it was the fact that this event was meant to be formal, and making a pass at a random woman would most likely be frowned upon by the others around you?

However, the more you caught her gaze, the more you found yourself not caring.

You eye her intently, drinking her in your eyes raking down her body, from her green orbs, down her chest, to her muscular calves, until you eventually settle on her high heels.

You didn’t know who she was, you didn’t care in all honesty.

You wanted her, and you wanted her bad, the thought of her fluttering around you as you were buried deep inside her made the appendage between your legs begin to stir.

You clear your throat, downing the last of your glass of whiskey before heading to the open bar, intent on getting another, knowing full well that this was going to be a long night.

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Christen Press didn’t know your name, she knew nothing about you, but she wanted you, wanted you beyond belief, something she’d never experienced with anyone.

Anytime she’d glance your way, she’d find your eyes already on her, the thought of you staring at her making her core flutter.

She’d never felt outright lust for anyone, at all, but currently gazing across the room, she felt a strong desire to drag you into an adjacent room and have her way with you, eager to ride the appendage between your legs, something revealed by the noticeable bulge in your pants.

Your throat visibly bobs as you catch her looking at said bulge, shifting to hide it from view, but now that she’d noticed it, she couldn’t help but stare.

The more she stared, the more you wanted her, the more you wanted to drag her into a secluded room and use the very thing she’d been staring at most of the night.

You sip your whiskey, your throat bobbing as you reluctantly turn away from the woman, brainstorming on how you might get her alone, hoping that the looks she’d been giving you all night meant she wanted you just as much as you wanted her.

You move to your feet, leaving your empty tumbler behind before you make your way towards where you know the restroom is located, hopeful that she won’t be far behind.

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Christen watches as you make your way out of the room, eager to follow behind you, but she knew she had to make an excuse so her teammates wouldn’t come looking for her.

“Can you hold this?” She whispers to Alex Morgan who takes her drink, one of her perfect brows arched in question.

“Restroom.” Christen says simply before making her way out of the room, confident she’d be able to track you down and act on the desire she was feeling, a thrum of excitement pulsing between her legs.

It doesn’t take her long to find the restroom, and when she does, she sees you leaning against the bathroom counter, your eyes darting to her reflection in the full-length mirror covering one of the bathroom’s walls.

“That didn’t take long.” You say suggestively, her breath hitching as you back her up against the ornate door behind her, twisting the lock to avoid any unwanted interruptions.

With no prompting, she grabs the front of your suit jacket and pulls you in, her lips slamming against yours.

You pick her up with ease, carrying her to the sink before placing her on the counter, your tongue sliding into her open mouth, earning a breathy moan from the woman whose name you didn’t even know.

Your hands run down her body before settling on her waist, squeezing her sides as the two of you kiss feverishly.

A beat passes before your jacket is shoved off and your dress shirt is unbuttoned, falling to the bathroom floor, leaving you in nothing but your bra.

Her lips leave yours before finding your pulse point, her tongue running up the column of your neck before sucking a bruise into your tanned skin.

You wrap your fingers around the top of her dress, the brunette pulling back slightly to whisper.

“Careful.” She says as she pants heavily, a smirk stretching across your face.

“Can’t have your friends knowing you came in here to fuck a complete stranger?” You grin cockily, the woman gasping when your hand slides up the hem of her dress, your palm resting on her mound, her panties already soaked through.

In any other situation, she’d be embarrassed at how wet she was, but in this moment, all embarrassment flew out the window, she wanted one thing, and that was to orgasm, an orgasm she wanted you to give her.

“God, you’re soaked for me, aren’t you?” You rasp in her ear, the brunette unable to bite back a moan when you grab her panties, tearing them from her body, the shredded garment falling to the floor.

“Now that, that’s out of the way.” You growl before your fingers slide through her wet lips, the woman moaning when your fingertips brush her clit.

“Right there?” You ask, her lips leaving your neck as you draw small, lazy circles against her clit.

“Faster.” She begs, and you chuckle.

“Like this?” You ask, the brunette using your shoulder to muffle her cry as you begin drawing rapid, relentless circles against her clit.

“You like that?” You whisper, earning a rapid nod when you flatten your palm against her, your fingertips teasing her entrance.

A sudden knock on the door makes you stiffen, your eyes widening as they lock with the woman’s who’s resting on the counter in front of you.

“Christen? Are you in there?” A voice sounds from the other side, and you snigger, using one hand to drag her dress downwards to reveal her breasts.

Christen muffles her cries into your shoulder as you cup her breast, your thumb brushing against erect nipple.

“Ye-Yeah, I’m alright.” She pauses mid-sentence, gasping when your lips wrap around one of the dark buds.

“J-J-Just...” She pauses, her face scrunching up as your hand travels south again, your fingers again finding her clit.

Her mouth hangs wide open as you circle her clit before dipping a finger inside her, her inner walls fluttering around the digit.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to come in?” The voice asks, the woman in your arms doing everything she can to remain quiet as you slip another finger inside her, your fingers curling as they brush against the spot inside her that makes her whimper.

“No! I’m okay, I’ll-I’ll be out in a few minutes.” She gasps, her hands now resting on your back, her nails digging into your skin.

“Okay, well if you need me, just call me, okay?” They say as your fingers slide in and out of her tight heat.

“I will.”

Moments later, footsteps carry the person away from the door, the woman in your arms growling as she hastily undoes your belt.

“Eager?” You tease, Christen moaning as your fingers pound repeatedly into her.

“I want your cock, not your fingers.” She growls, shoving your pants off, the article of clothing falling in a heap around your ankles before you step out of them and kick them across the bathroom floor.

You groan, your fingers stilling when she palms you through your boxers, a raspy growl rumbling in your throat as your lips again meet hers, your tongue sliding into her open mouth.

Her legs wrap around your middle as you pull her closer, her core resting against your stomach as you kiss hungrily.

She gives her hips a roll, groaning as her clit grinds against your abdomen, the woman wanting to be wrapped entirely around you, to have you deep inside her reaching places your fingers couldn’t.

She makes her intentions known when she uses her heels to hook into your boxers and drag them down your body, your erection springing free.

“You want my cock that bad, huh Christen?” You ask, your lips brushing as you whisper, your hand settling on the erect rod between your legs.

You pump it softly, groaning into her mouth as you line yourself up with her entrance.

“Are you ready?” You ask, running your tip through her soaked lips, her core latching onto you with each pass.

Wordlessly, she wraps her legs back around you, pulling you into her, the action making your brows furrow in pleasure as you push yourself up on your tip toes, now fully sheathed inside her.

“Yeahhh.” You moan as she adjusts to the stretch, her core fluttering around you.

You give your hips an experimental thrust upwards, Christen’s breath hitching her nails digging into your back as you start a rhythm.

Your thighs slap together softly, but neither of you care, the two of you overcome with pleasure.

“Faster.” She sighs, your hips snapping upward roughly, causing her to bite your neck to stop herself from crying out.

You pound into her relentlessly, her mouth hanging wide open, her brows furrowed.

She lets out a gasp when you lift her into the air and place her against a nearby wall, her legs wrapped tightly around you as you again start thrusting into her, burying yourself deep inside her.

“Look at yourself, Christen.” You whisper in her ear, your tongue running along the shell of her ear.

Christen’s unable to stop herself from moaning when her eyes lock with her own in the mirror, the woman watching as you thrust rapidly into her, bringing her a sense of pleasure she never felt before.

The thrill of being caught only heightened that pleasure, the fact that a few rooms away was filled with people who could catch the two of you at any moment.

“Look how bad you want me; you can’t get enough of me can you? You can’t get enough of my cock, can you?” You ask, pounding into her, her breath catching in her throat.

It’s when her breath starts to hitch rapidly that you know she's close, the tingling at the base of your cock telling you that you won’t be far behind.

“You want to come baby?” You ask, Christen nodding as she begins slamming down onto your roughly, chasing her release which you know isn’t far off.

Her walls flutter rapidly around you, before she goes stiff in your hold.

She slams her lips against yours, allowing you to swallow her cries as she comes undone, trembling violently in your arms.

You groan into her open mouth, still thrusting hard as your thighs begin to quake, streams of your seed spewing into her as you shudder, burying your face in her neck as you groan.

It isn’t long before the two of you still, both covered in a thin sheen of sweat, both panting loudly as you pull away from one another, before surging back in for one more heated kiss.

You pull back slowly, placing her on the floor, letting her steady herself before you step backwards and retrieve your boxers, pulling them up over your near flaccid cock.

Christen pulls her dress upward, covering her breasts before flattening it out, ridding it of any creases, of any signs that something may have happened in the restroom.

She glances across the bathroom, watching as you button your dress shirt before tugging your jacket on.

Much to her surprise, you make your way back towards her, guiding her back into the wall before your hand slides up the hem of her dress, Christen gasping when you start drawing wild, sloppy circles against her clit.

It isn’t long before her back is arching, and she’s coming for a second time, a lengthy whine sounding into your shoulder.

You smirk, teasingly circling her clit before she grabs your wrist, unable to take more of your teasing caresses.

You lick your lips, your eyes running down her front before the smirk you're wearing splits into a cocky grin.

“Sorry, i just had to see that face again." You smile, eyeing her intently before you take a step back.

"See you around Chris.” You wink, adjusting your outfit before making your way out of the bathroom, still wearing that same smug smile.

Christen pants heavily against the bathroom wall, her pleasure entirely sated.

She makes herself look more presentable before making her way out of the bathroom, her teammates turning her way in confusion.

“Are you okay?” Alex asks, sipping her wine as she eyes her fellow forward worriedly.

“Ye-Yeah.” Christen clears her throat, her green orbs darting around the room before settling on you, a tumbler of whiskey in your hand, which you raise to her before downing it with a grin.

“I’m great actually.” She smirks, taking her wine glass from Alex’s hand and taking a sip, her green orbs locking with your Y/E/C’s as she licks her lips.

You shoot her a wink, unbeknownst to the women around her before turning back to your tumbler of whiskey, sipping the amber colored liquid, elated that you’d came to this party in the first place.

#uswnt x reader #christen press x reader #im a bit nervous about this one so do be gentle #please let me know what you think other requests are welcome #i want to hear what y'all think of these kind of fics

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