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gomezgal · 6 days

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joe gomez x reader

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request: hey, i love your writing! could i please request a really smutty one with joe g please? maybe an enemies to lovers where she's the club medic or physio or something like that and they really don't get on... until the tension boils over one day into an explosive and absolutely incredible hate fu*k (maybe in the treatment room?!)🤭🤭🤭 x

warnings: 18+ ONLY! smut smut smut. hate fucking, enemies to lovers (almost?), degradation kink, name calling (whore, slut), unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, size kink, choking, slapping, spanking, hair pulling, biting, mentions of ghosting. this is filthy and i apologize.

Being the club medic for Liverpool Football Club had been your childhood dream. Growing up, you loved football, but you also loved science, and what better way to combine the two than to go into sports medicine? You had worked so hard for so many years to make it here. All of the long nights spent studying, the exams that you had suffered through, the hours of clinical experience that you had needed - it was all worth it because you were now at your favorite club, doing your dream job. There was just one exception… and that exception came in the form of a certain player named Joe Gomez.

You and Joe had history. A year ago, while you were still in school, you had run into him on a night out in the city. The two of you had immediately hit it off. He was just your type - tall, muscularly built, with thick curly hair - and it didn’t hurt that he played for your favorite club either. You went home together that night, and you had to admit, you kind of fell for him. He was kind and sweet, and he even took you out for a proper date the next day. The two of you dated for a few more weeks and you had even met each other’s friends. Then, one weekend, Joe had to go out of town for an away game. You expected to hear from him as soon as he got back into town, but days turned into weeks, and before you knew it, Joe Gomez had turned into nothing more than another fling from your past.

You were hurt. Being ghosted is never fun, but this one hurt more than usual - especially considering that your “situationship” had only lasted a few weeks and had never been defined. You just figured that he had met someone else, or that he had simply moved on to his next conquest. You should have known better than to mess with footballers, you thought to yourself. You had to admit that you hadn’t really bothered to reach out to him either. You were never the type to chase or to beg. You were of the belief that if a man wanted you, he would put in the effort to have you. At least that’s what you told yourself as you sulked around your house for a few days, avoiding all the questions from your girlfriends about how it was going with that Liverpool player you’ve been seeing.

So, a year later, when you were hired by Liverpool, of course the thought of having to work with Joe had crossed your mind. You had figured that by now, it would all be water under the bridge. As it turned out though, old wounds still burn when you rub salt in them.

By now, you had been working at Liverpool for a few months, and somehow, you and Joe had not even exchanged a single word. He barely even looked at you, to be honest. At first, you wondered if perhaps he didn’t remember or recognize you. But from the way he continued to avoid you at all costs, you knew that he did in fact remember you - and that for some reason, he was the one angry with you. You were a little surprised by this. After all, he had been the one to ghost you, not the other way around, right? Regardless, you realized that if he wanted to avoid you, then you would do the same to him. You assigned one of your assistants to him and hoped that this meant you would never have to speak to Joe again.

All of your hopes of getting through your entire career at Liverpool without interacting with Joe Gomez came to a crashing halt one day when your assistant called out with the flu. As soon as Kevin had called you that morning, sniffling and coughing and apologizing for not being able to come in, you knew that you were fucked. Joe had been out of training for several days with a small hamstring injury that he had picked up in a match. He was scheduled for a follow up today, and now that Kevin was out, you would have to be the one to take it. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you thought to yourself when you looked at the schedule that morning. What were you going to say to him? A nervous knot had been forming in your stomach all morning and you could barely concentrate on any of your other appointments. By the time afternoon rolled around, you were hoping that Joe would cancel or reschedule, but sure enough, you heard a knock on the door at exactly 1PM.

“Oh,” said Joe as he entered the exam room and saw you. “It’s you.”

It’s you? Those were his first words to you? You wanted to roll your eyes but stopped yourself.

“I thought I had Kevin again today,” he said, casually sitting down on the exam table.

You cleared your throat, still not making eye contact with him. “Um, no. Kevin called out sick.”

“That’s a shame.”

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes while you pretended to look up his scans on the computer. Finally, you realized that you needed to say something or the two of you would be sat here for a long time.

“So. I’ve looked over your scans. How’s your hamstring doing?” You asked, pretending to be busy on the computer so as to not have to look him in the eyes.

“It’s fine,” shrugged Joe. “It doesn’t even really bother me much anymore. Hopefully I’ll be back in training by the end of the week.”

“Good. I agree with you. I’ll sign you off to come back to training on Friday.”

Silence fell over the room again. You shifted in your seat. You knew that you had to bring up the elephant in the room or else it would eat you apart.

“Joe, I-”

“Just stop. I know what you’re going to say,” Joe cut you off before you even had a chance to speak. “You did a pretty shitty thing, Y/N, I’m not gonna lie.”

You were so taken aback that it took you a few moments to collect your thoughts and respond. “I did a shitty thing?” You gawked at him. “What about you?”

“Me? What the hell did I do?” Joe asked, and you could tell from the look on his face that he was genuinely surprised at the possibility that he had done anything wrong.

“You ghosted me! You went away to Brighton and I never heard from you again!”

Joe stared at you with a confused expression on his face before responding. “Excuse me? It’s not like you bothered to reach out to me, either.”

You couldn’t believe this. How could he possibly be turning this around onto you? “You know, if you had just owned up to it and apologized, we could have moved past this, but this is really low, even for you,” you muttered angrily, getting up from your chair and beginning to walk towards the door. You weren’t going to sit around and be gaslit by this idiot.

“Wait, wait,” Joe reached for your arm. “Maybe we should talk about this.”

Your stomach somersaulted when he touched you, and to your surprise, you didn’t pull away from him. “There’s nothing to talk about!” you said angrily. “Clearly you’re unable to realize that you were the one in the wrong!”

“I think you’re the one who needs to realize that, sweetheart,” responded Joe, a hint of a smile creeping up on his face now, which only aggravated you even more. You turned to face him, so that you were now standing only a few inches away from him. Even as you were fuming, you couldn’t help but think about how he would look with his arms around you and his tongue shoved down your throat right now.

“Don’t call me that,” you muttered.

“Why not?” Joe now grinned, his grip on your arm tightening, and he pulled you in slightly closer to him. His eyes tracked down to your lips and lingered for a moment before coming back up to your eyes. “If I remember correctly, you used to love it when I called you that.”

To your surprise, you inched even closer to him. “Yeah, used to are the key words here.” By this point, your faces were nearly touching, and you held your breath for a moment before Joe pulled you closer to him and crashed his lips into yours. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue pushed past yours. The kiss was wet and hot and messy. You would be lying if you said that you hadn’t thought about this exact moment whenever you would pass him in the halls or watch him during a match. You had never thought that it would be here though, in the exam room, with people walking by threatening to walk in on you at any moment.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed against him. You could feel his hardened member rubbing against your crotch. After a few moments, Joe pulled away and you both looked each other up and down. He put his thumb to your mouth and you opened up immediately, gently sucking on his finger as you stared into his eyes. He groaned at the sight. “That’s a dirty mouth you’ve got on you, babe. Don’t have much to say now though, do ya?” He chuckled, and you felt the rage bubble back up again.

“Fuck you,” you said, and without thinking about it, you bit down on his thumb.

“What the fuck,” Joe exclaimed, immediately removing his thumb from your mouth. “Oh darling, you’re gonna wish you hadn’t done that,” he said, his eyes darkening. “Turn around.”

You did as you were told. Joe grabbed your hips and positioned you so that you were face down on the exam table. You flinched as your body touched the cold surface.

Joe leaned against you and brought his lips to your ear. “Gonna fuck you over this table like the dirty little whore that you are,” he whispered in your ear. You could feel his dick rubbing against you, and the wetness in your core grew. He pulled your hair away from your eyes and gave it a little tug, which made you moan.

You could feel yourself panting heavily with anticipation as you felt Joe move down your body until he reached your ass. He began to pull your skirt down, and you quietly thanked yourself that you had chosen nice underwear this morning.

“Did you wear these panties for me, baby?” he asked, and you rolled your eyes. “You wish,” you scoffed at him. You immediately regretted this though, as you felt his hand come down and spank your ass, causing you to let out a yelp.

“What did you say?” You were silent, your ass still stinging where his hand had landed. “That’s what I thought.” He grinned and went back to pulling your panties down, before balling it up and putting it in his pocket. He then took a finger and swiped it up and down your folds before bringing his finger to his mouth. “You taste so sweet.”

You moaned, inching your ass out against him, desperate for more. “Such a desperate little slut, aren’t you?” he chuckled again. He brought his mouth down to your pussy and licked you up and down once. “And so fucking wet for me, too.”

You groaned as your pussy clenched around nothing. You were tired of all the teasing - you just wanted something inside of you - his fingers, his tongue, his cock - anything. Joe could tell that you were annoyed, but unfortunately for you, this only seemed to amuse him even more. “You need me that bad, baby?”

“Please just fuck me,” you muttered under your breath, too ashamed to say it any louder.

“Oh, I will, darling. But first, let me taste this pretty little pussy.” And with that, you felt his tongue suck on your clit, and you let out a small scream. You knew that you had to be quiet - your next appointment wasn’t until later in the day, but you could still hear people walking around outside. After licking you up and down, he pushed a finger inside of you, and you had to bite down on your first to prevent yourself from screaming.

“Fuck, baby, did you feel how easily that slipped in?” His eyes were glued to your pussy, mesmerized at how slippery you were, as his finger curled and hit the spot where you needed him the most.

“More, please,” you uttered, barely able to get the words out in between your stifled moans.

“You ready for another finger, baby?” You nodded eagerly and he shoved another finger inside of you. “Then fucking take it. Take my fingers like you’re gonna take my cock.” You could hear your pussy squelching as he pumped his fingers inside of you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna- I’m close-” You were too drunk off of the pleasure to feel embarrassed at how quickly you were about to come.

“That’s right, fucking come for me. Come all over my fingers, baby.” His words brought you over the edge to your climax. Your toes curled and your pussy pulsated around his slender digits as he continued pumping through your high.

“Fuck, baby, you made a mess,” said Joe as he looked down at the wetness dripping from your core. You were too busy coming down from your high to process what he was saying. “Turn around for me now and get your sexy ass onto this table.” You did as you were told, climbing onto the exam table, facing him this time. Joe pulled his shorts and his boxers down, and you let out a whimper when you saw how hard and big his dick was now. He stroked it lazily, precum glistening at the tip, and you felt your mouth open instinctually.

“You want this?” he asked you, and you felt your pussy clench. “Stick out your tongue,” he whispered, and you did as you were told. Joe gathered some saliva in your mouth before spitting onto your tongue. You held your tongue out for him to see and he groaned. “Such a pretty sight. Now swallow for me, love.” You obliged. “Good girl.”

He lined his dick up against your slit, teasing you for a second by sliding it up and down. You moaned, done with all of his teasing, and he let out a small chuckle before slipping inside and bottoming you out with one thrust.

“Fuck, Joe!” you screamed, forgetting where you were momentarily and that any one of your coworkers could probably hear you right now. “You’re so fucking big.”

“Am I?” he said, grabbing your hair tightly behind your head and looking down to watch his dick disappear inside you. “Fuck, look at that, baby. Look at how pretty your pussy looks taking my dick.” Your pussy squeezed him tight and your hands instinctively went up to his chest, pulling his shirt up. You ran your hands up and down his chiseled chest. He let go of your hair to grab onto your hips, giving himself more leverage to fuck into you, his balls slapping against you as he moaned about how wet and tight you felt around him.

“God, you’re so fucking filthy. Who’s fucking you this good?”

You couldn’t speak for a second, and when you didn’t answer him immediately, he brought his hands to your neck and wrapped them around your throat. “I asked you a question,” he said, slapping you once across the face.

“You are, Joe. You’re fucking me so good.”

“That’s right, baby. Let everyone know how good you’re being fucked right now.”

The sound of his cock going in and out of your pussy together with your moans were so loud that you were almost certain that anyone who walked by would be able to hear you right now. The thought of being caught at any minute should have frightened you, but instead it just turned you on even more. You felt the knot in your lower stomach tighten. Feeling your pussy clenching around him, Joe leaned in deeper, taking your face in his hands and bringing it close to his. “You gonna come for me, baby?” You nodded eagerly and he brought your lips to his, engulfing you in a sloppy kiss.

“Then come, baby. Come all over my cock. I wanna hear you screaming my name.” And that was exactly what you did. He fucked you through your high and you felt his dick quiver inside of you as he reached his climax, too. “Fuck, I’m coming,” he said as he shooted his load inside you, his hot cum painting your walls. He continued fucking you until you were full to the brim with him before you both collapsed onto the exam table.

“So…” said Joe once the two of you had come down from your high. “Maybe I should take you out to dinner?”

“In your dreams, Gomez.”

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