Flirty Touchy- Jadon Sancho

International duty rolled around again, which meant it was finally time to see Jadon again.

It had been ages. Ages since you'd felt his skin on your skin, or his lips on your lips.

You longed for his touch, his smell.

And that one night, everything was perfect. The reunion between the two of you that day at St. George’s Park was everything you’d ever imagined.

Everything went better than you’d hoped, if not better.

You ran up to him and instantly wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips, the love melting between the two of you.

“I missed you so much”, you whispered into his ear and he gives you a look of approval.

You managed to slip away and up to one of the bedrooms, nobody batted an eyelid - plus, even if the did see, they weren’t going to stop you as all of the boys knew how much Jadon missed you.

The sex was better than ever.

It was pure love and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

It was one of those slow, intimate moments, where your moans and breaths go together perfectly, and your bodies rock in sync.

Dortmund > Manchester- Jadon Sancho

"Where are we going daddy?", your daughter asks as Jadon wheels the suitcases out to the cab. "We're moving to England baby, we won't live here anymore I'm afraid", he coos back in a gentle tone.

"But why are we leaving I don't want to leave", your son replies with a wobble in his voice. "Because daddy is going to play for a different team now, okay? We can't stay here forever baby", you tell him.

Clingy- Jadon Sancho

"Noooo come back", you whine to your boyfriend as he attempts to wriggle out of your grip to get up for a drink. "Let me go for a drink and I'll come right back, okay?", he beams at you, eventually managing to stand up.

He doesn't break his promise and comes right back with his bottle of water. He wriggles down beside you and you grip right back onto him.

"I don't like it when you leave for ages, I know it's your job and all but I don't like when you leave me", you sigh as you snuggle your face into the crook of his neck. "I might do it more often actually, you get like this", he says back.

"Get like what?".

(this was a request for halloween week but silly old harper accidentally posted it mid way through writing it didn't she)

His eyes burn into anyone that looks at you for too long, the jealousy pumping through his body. It pains him to see any man that isn't him giving you attention, but you're not together so he's not allowed to complain

The way you look in that devil outfit alongside the way you're dancing is doing all sorts of things to him. He's desperate to get you away from the crowd.

"Come with me", he says firmly into your ear as he drags you away by the arm. You follow along without choice, his fingertips digging into your skin.

"Where are we going?", you question. "I am going to fuck you right here" he replies as he tugs you into the enclosed bathroom.

"The way those boys were looking at you was wrong, only I'm allowed to check you out like that".

"Ohhh is someone jealous?", you tease back, toying with the strings on his shorts.

He glares at you, his eyes filled with lust. "Take this off", he says whilst tugging on the bottom of your red latex dress. "Leave the stockings on".

He bends you over the sink in front of the mirror so that he can still see your face. He gathers the wetness from your pussy and uses it to coat his dick before gently sliding into you.

One hand reaches up and cups your boob whilst his other goes down to your pussy. The soft pads of his finger glide over your clit in order to make the orgasm as fast as possible - he doesn't want people getting suspicious.

"You're mine for the rest of the night. No one can touch you but me. Got it?"

Horror Film - Jadon Sancho

(halloween week)

"I'm not scared what do you mean", you say smugly, crossing your arms and leaning back into Jadon's open arm. "Okay, okay", he says whilst putting his hands up.

Bartender- Jadon Sancho

You were bartending at some Manchester United party event type thing and of course, the beloved Jadon Sancho was there. He was the flirtiest guy you'd ever met.

"Hello baby, any chance I could get a cup of you?", he smirks, his breath reeking of the alcohol you'd been serving him all night. "Sorry Jadon, that's not possible", you giggle in return. "Oh it will be possible when I get my hands on you", he chuckles at his own dirty joke.

All night it's just continuous flirting between you and Jadon, compliment after compliment, dirty joke after dirty joke.

You must admit, the butterflies down there were growing just a little bit.

"Come on darling, leave your shift early and come spend time with me, please?", he begs, sticking out his bottom lip and giving you his best puppy dog eyes. Realistically, you can't leave, but you really really want to.

Rashford's sister- Jadon Sancho

"Jadon if he finds out, were both fucking dead and you know it as much as I do", you whisper shout as Jadon comes onto you, kissing your neck and slowly pushing you onto your bed. "That makes it more fun, no?", he smiles as he continues kissing on your neck, his mouth slowly traveling further down your body and him eventually removing your top.

"Jadon", you hum as he rubs your clit through your soaked panties. "If you really don't want this, I'll stop", he huffs. "No no, I do want it. It's just that I don't want Marcus to find out", you sigh as you grab Jadon's hand and moving his fingers, showing him that you don't want to stop.

Stop Being Hard On Yourself- Jadon Sancho

"I'm so ready to give up", Jadon sighs as his head drops into his hands, "All I see in the media is the fans criticising me for not doing well". You wrap your arm around him and pull him into your chest. "Listen, it's a new club. A new place. New players, new people around you. Plus, you're still young. Obviously you're going to take a while to settle in. Don't worry, just shortly you will be proving them all wrong", you hum as you run your fingers through his curls.