Ball Ache: Taken by the Horny Football

One filthy football. Eleven extremely supportive teammates. One World Cup nobody saw coming.His name is Number Ten. He has a sexy Scottish accent, a filthy mouth, and a proposition: Scotland's first ever World Cup final is tomorrow, and the only way we win is if I take him to bed tonight.Oh, and he's a sentient football.Reader, I took one for the team.I did not expect to take his eleven teammates with him.By the time the squad was done with me, I'd had the hat-trick of my life. As for who won the match - well. You'll have to read on to find out what a dominant football can really do in extra time.Sentient football with a sexy Scottish accentFull twelve-ball squad participationFor a full list of tropes and kinks, visit the author's website.For readers who like their smut unhinged, their heroes round, and their international tournaments kinky.Standalone sentient object romance. (More 'object' than 'romance,' if we're honest.)