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🫡🫡 Two Luna fics may or may not be in the works right now

I just need some minor motivation and ideas 😭

HELLO WHYS MY TIKTOK INVESTED WITH BREAKUP LUNA TIKTOKS AND WHY DOES NO ONE WRITE FICS ABOUT THEM ANYMORE I CANT HANDLE LUNA DEATH

Writers.. we need to more than ever

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Hi. First of all, happy new year! I want to share this idea in case you are interested. Ona offers to take Narla and Coco for a walk and for whatever reason Narla runs off, Ona calls Lucy completely desperate because she cannot find her and Lucy loses it. Not sure where to go from there... was thinking angst with a happy ending, probs Narla shows up at home after a few hours and her mother feels bad for taking it out on Ona? Can't thank you enough for your stories, love your writing all the way from México :)

Hey anon,

Thank you so much for this idea, I’ve changed it a little bit but I’m currently 5.6k words deep into this.

(It’s been forever since I started this fic maybe it’s time to bring it back out of hiding 🥴)

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Champions Of Her Heart | L.Bronze x O.Batlle

Summary: Lucy leaves Barcelona before Ona can admit she's in love with the English girl. What happens when both girls meet again in the Champions League final.

A/N: Requests open, 4.8K words

The pitch stretched endlessly before Ona Batlle, a sea of green bordered by roaring fans draped in Barcelona and Chelsea colours. Every warm-up sprint felt heavier than usual; every practised pass was a little slower. She was in the biggest match of her life, and yet her mind wasn’t on the game. It was on her.

Lucy Bronze.

Ona’s gaze darted across the field, her heart betraying her as it sought out the unmistakable figure in Chelsea’s neon away kit. Lucy moved with grace, her every movement sharp, deliberate, and powerful. She hadn’t changed not in her stride or quiet confidence. It was infuriating.

“Focus,” Ona muttered to herself, forcing her eyes back to her own team. The pressure of the Champions League final was enough without her letting old, unresolved feelings cloud her judgment. But even as she tried to shake the thoughts away, Lucy’s laugh, low and effortless, floated across the field, teasing her resolve.

22 months had passed since Lucy left Barcelona, 22 months since Ona had watched her walk away, taking a piece of Ona’s heart with her. She’d wanted to say something then, to stop her, to admit the truth she had been too scared to face. But she hadn’t. And now, here they were—not friends or teammates, but enemies in a match that demanded nothing less than perfection.

“Ona,” Alexia’s voice broke her thoughts, the captain’s steady presence grounding her. “Are you with us?”

“Yes,” Ona replied quickly, adjusting her shin pads as if the superstitious ritual would somehow refocus her mind. Alexia remained silent, but her eyes spoke volumes.

Ona was distracted. And distraction in a game like this could be deadly.

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June 17th.  2024, One day after Barcelona’s final match day of the season.

The Joan Gamper training ground hummed with a quiet energy. A mix of routine and recovery drills echoed in the background as the weight of Lucy Bronze’s departure hung in the air.

Moving from teammate to teammate, Lucy shared hugs, laughs, and casual promises to stay in touch. Each is filled with the weight of unspoken emotion. The sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the field in warm golds and long shadows. From afar, Ona Batlle stood with her arms crossed firmly over her chest.

Lucy’s departure wasn’t a surprise well, not anymore. The headlines had splashed across every sports site in the last week, announcing her move to Chelsea. When Ona first read the news she stared at her phone in disbelief, hoping and praying it was a mistake.

But the unexpected confirmation came swiftly.

Lucia Roberta Tough Bronze was leaving sunny Barcelona for Chelsea.

The last Ona had heard, Lucy was extending her contract with Barca. So the fact that Lucy hadn't told her before it was announced to the public gnawed at Ona, leaving a dull ache in her stomach.

As Lucy embraced their Captain, Alexia Putellas, the sound of her carefree laugh only sharpened the ache in Ona’s chest. She wasn’t truly angry, not entirely but the sting of disappointment was undeniable, raw, and lingering. Lucy had been her rock, her mentor, the steady hand guiding her through the chaos of football and fame. Yet, in this pivotal moment, Ona had been sidelined, finding out about Lucy’s decision as though she were nothing more than a bystander.

When Lucy’s gaze finally turned to Ona, she froze, suddenly unsure what to say. Lucy’s expression softened, and a small, almost apologetic smile graced her lips as she closed the distance between them. For a moment, Ona considered walking away, but her feet stayed rooted.

“Ona,” Lucy said gently, her voice warm, familiar, and far too casual for the moment. “I was waiting for you to come over.”

Ona blinked, her throat tightening. She opened her mouth to reply, but the words tangled and twisted before they could form. Instead, something quiet, almost instinctive, slipped out: “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Lucy frowned slightly, leaning closer as if she hadn’t heard. “What was that?”

Ona dropped her gaze, feeling her cheeks flush. Her voice sank to a near whisper, barely audible even to herself. “You didn’t tell me. I wanted you to tell me. Before everyone else.”

Lucy’s brow furrowed, the initial confusion contorting to realisation. “I…” she began, but whatever explanation she had planned dissolved into the space between them. Instead, she reached out, pulling Ona into a tight embrace.

The warmth of Lucy’s arms around her was both comforting and unbearable. Ona’s hands hovered awkwardly at first, but instinct took over, and she clung to Lucy as if she could stop her from leaving.

“You’ll be fine,” Lucy said softly, her words meant to reassure. “Take care of this place for me, okay? Make sure Capi doesn’t make Mapi run too many laps” Her hand lingered on Ona’s shoulder, a gesture that felt far too final.

Ona wanted to say something, anything to stop her, make her stay, and admit what she had been too scared to voice before. But the words lodged in her throat as Lucy stepped back, her gaze filled with a mix of fondness and regret.

Lucy turned, walking toward the locker room for the last time, her figure fading into the golden light. Ona stood there, rooted to the ground, watching her leave. And for the first time in years, she felt utterly alone.

She stayed there long after Lucy disappeared. The muted sounds of her teammates continued around her, but it felt distant, like background noise in a dream. The weight of the moment pressed on her chest, a heavy reminder of all the things she hadn’t said.

She ran a hand through her hair, trying to shake off the overwhelming urge to cry. This wasn’t how she had imagined things. When the rumours about Lucy’s transfer started circulating, Ona had brushed them off as mild gossip. Lucy belonged here, at Barcelona, with her. The thought of Lucy leaving had always seemed impossible until it wasn’t.

“Ona, ¿estás bien?” a voice called out from nearby. It was Alexia, jogging over with a concerned look. “You’ve been standing there for a while.”

Ona forced a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she lied, brushing invisible dirt off her training shorts. “Just thinking.”

Alexia studied her for a moment, her eyes clearly seeing through the facade, but she didn’t press. Instead, she slung an arm around Ona’s shoulder. “Vamos, let’s go home”.

Ona let herself be guided back to the rest of the team, her movements automatic. But her mind stayed elsewhere, replaying Lucy’s goodbye repeatedly and with it, the ache of words left unsaid.

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Thursday 21st May 2026 (matchday -1)

The hotel lobby was dimly lit, the hum of soft jazz music playing over the speakers. Ona had just come from a final team meeting, her mind buzzing with strategies and set pieces for tomorrow’s Champions League final. The stakes were high, the tension even higher, but none of it compared to the jolt that shot through her when she saw Lucy standing by the reception desk.

Lucy’s back was to her, her familiar silhouette unmistakable even after all these months. She was dressed casually, in a hoodie and track pants, her posture relaxed as she chatted with the receptionist. Ona’s heart skipped, her pulse quickening.

She hesitated, silently debating whether or not she should leave before Lucy noticed her. Unfortunately, the decision was taken out of her hands as Lucy turned, her eyes meeting Ona's almost instantly.

A brief flicker of surprise on Lucy’s face was quickly replaced by a soft smile. “Ona,” she said, her voice carrying across the room.

Ona swallowed hard, her feet moving toward Lucy before her brain had a chance to protest. “Hola,” she managed, her voice quieter than she intended. “I mean. Uh.. hi” she coughed softly.

For a moment, they just stood there, awkwardly searching for the right words. The last time they had seen each other, Lucy had been walking away, and Ona had been too afraid to stop her. Now, here they were, brought together by chance—or maybe by fate.

“You look good,” Lucy said finally, breaking the silence.

“Gracias,” Ona replied, shifting to her feet. “You too.”

The conversation felt awkward and unnatural as if the months of distance had built a wall between them that neither knew how to climb. Ona wanted to ask so many things, how Lucy had been, if she was happy at Chelsea, and if she had ever thought about what she left behind, but all she could manage was, “How’s Chelsea treating you?”

Lucy gave a small shrug. “Good. Different, but good.” She paused, her eyes flicking over Ona’s face. “And you? How’s Barça?”

“Same,” Ona said, her tone clipped. She wasn’t sure why the conversation felt so forced.

Another beat of silence passed, heavy and loaded. Lucy cleared her throat. “Well, I guess I’ll see you out there tomorrow,”

“Yeah,” Ona said, her voice almost a whisper. “See you out there.”

As Lucy turned and walked away, Ona’s chest tightened. It felt like their goodbye all over again unfinished, unresolved. And yet, deep down, Ona knew tomorrow wasn’t just about the game. It was about Lucy. About the chance to finally say everything she couldn’t before.

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The stadium hummed with anticipation as fans flooded the stands, their chants echoing across the pitch. The Champions League final between Barcelona and Chelsea was set to be a clash of titans, but for Ona Batlle, a storm was brewing inside her chest. She stood on the pitch during the pre-match inspection, the watered grass dampening her trainers, her gaze scanning the familiar faces of her teammates.

And then she saw her.

Lucy Bronze. Lucy stood on the opposite side of the pitch, laughing at something one of her Chelsea teammates had said. Even in the midst of a team huddle, Lucy’s presence seemed larger than life, magnetic in a way that Ona couldn’t ignore. Her carefree movements, the way she threw her head back in laughter it all made Ona’s heartache with an intensity she wasn’t prepared for.

As the two teams drifted closer, mingling briefly in the spirit of sportsmanship, Lucy’s gaze found Ona’s. It was only a second, but the look was loaded, carrying the weight of their history.

“Lucia!” Alexia called, pulling Lucy into a quick hug. One by one, other Barcelona players greeted their former teammate with smiles and light-hearted jabs about her “traitorous” move to Chelsea. Ona stayed at the edges of the group, torn between approaching and staying invisible.

But Lucy noticed her anyway.

“Ona,” Lucy said, her tone soft as she broke away from the others. “Hey.”

“Hi.” The word came out too quick, too stiff.

Lucy’s brow furrowed slightly as if sensing the awkwardness. “You ready for this?”

Ona shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Always.”

There was a pause, the noise of the other players fading into the background. For a brief moment, it was just the two of them standing in the middle of the field, the enormity of the game overshadowed by the unspoken tension between them.

“You’ve been playing well this season,” Lucy said, her voice laced with genuine happiness.

“Thanks.” Ona hesitated, then added, “So have you.”

Lucy smiled; it was the kind of smile that made Ona’s stomach flutter and her confidence shatter. “I’m glad you’re doing okay.”

Ona bit her lip, debating whether to say what was on her mind. But before she could muster the courage, the moment was interrupted by a call from Lucy’s coach, Sonia Bompastor.

“Guess we’ll finish this on the pitch,” Lucy winked, her tone lighter now.

Ona nodded, her throat tight as she watched Lucy jog away. This wasn’t just a game anymore. It hadn’t been the moment she saw Lucy in the hotel lobby.

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The match was everything the fans had hoped for. Intense, aggressive, and impossibly tight. Both teams were evenly matched, and every touch of the ball felt like a battle.

Ona had spent most of the game locked in focus, shutting out everything except the play unfolding around her. But when Lucy came barrelling down the right flank, the ball at her feet, Ona felt her stomach tighten. She had watched this play countless of times in training and studied Lucy’s every move. But knowing what made Lucy tick didn’t make her any less dangerous.

As Lucy advanced, Ona made her move, stepping in to block her path. But Lucy was quicker, her body driving forward with an unrelenting force. The tackle came harder than necessary, sending Ona sprawling to the ground.

Pain flared up her side, spreading like wildfire as the impact angered the small Spaniard. For a moment, she remained motionless, her mind struggling to catch up with the shock.

When she pushed herself up, Lucy was standing over her, her breathing heavy, a flicker of concern in her eyes. But Ona’s frustration boiled over and before Lucy could say anything.

“¡Eres una idiota! ¿Qué te pasa?” Ona snapped, the words sharp and cutting.

Lucy blinked, momentarily taken aback. “Ona, i…”

“No, No me hables” Ona interrupted, her voice low but seething as she climbed to her feet. She brushed off the dirt on her kit, glaring at Lucy as if daring her to respond.

Lucy hesitated, her jaw tightening. “It’s a game, Ona,” she said finally, her tone defensive but laced with something else: guilt, maybe.

Ona’s glare didn’t change. “Sí, pero necesitas calmarte,” she spat before turning on her heel and jogging back into position.

Lucy stayed rooted for a moment, watching her go. The frustration between them crackled like a live wire, but there was no time to resolve it, not now. The game was still on, and the stakes were too high to let personal feelings take over.

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The scoreboard read 2-2, the match teetering on a knife’s edge as the final minutes ticked away. Both teams pushed with everything they had left, bodies flying, boots colliding, the intensity electrified the stadium.

Ona sprinted down the left flank, chasing a long ball that skidded across the grass. Her legs burned, and her lungs begged for air, but she didn’t let up. She couldn’t. This was her moment, a chance to tip the game in Barcelona’s favour.

But as always, Lucy Bronze was there. Ona had barely taken two touches when Lucy closed the gap, her presence looming like a shadow.

Ona tried to cut inside, but Lucy anticipated it, stepping in with precision. The two collided again, this time with even more force. Lucy’s tackle was clean but aggressive, and Ona hit the turf hard.

This time, the frustration that had been simmering since the last tackle boiled over. Ona scrambled to her feet, shoving Lucy back with both hands.

“¡No vuelvas a tocarme así!” Ona shouted, her spanish cutting through the noise of the crowd. Her chest heaved, eyes blazing with anger.

Lucy stood her ground, her jaw clenched, a flicker of defiance in her eyes. “It’s football, Ona,” she shot back, her tone sharp. “What do you want me to do? Let you score?”

“¡No necesito tu permiso para ganar!” Ona snapped, her words fiery and unrestrained. Her accent thickened with her rage, and for a moment, it felt like they were the only two people on the pitch.

The referee was quick to intervene, stepping between them with a sharp whistle and a warning glance. The crowd roared in anticipation of a yellow card, but the referee kept the cards in her pocket, urging them to keep playing.

As they moved back into position, Lucy leaned closer, her voice low so only Ona could hear. “I’m not your enemy, Ona.”

Ona shot her a withering glare, her voice just as quiet but seething. “You left, Lucy. What does that make you?”

Before Lucy could respond, the game resumed, forcing them both back into the fray. But the tension between them was far from over.

The match pressed on with relentless energy, both teams desperate to break the deadlock. Lucy and Ona seemed drawn to each other like magnets, with every play pulling them into another clash and every collision sparking unspoken tension.

Midfield chaos erupted as Aitana Bonmatí darted through Chelsea’s lines, her footwork impeccable. Just as she prepared to deliver a decisive pass, she was caught from behind by a mistimed tackle. The crowd gasped collectively as Aitana crumpled to the ground, clutching her ankle.

The referee’s whistle blared, and players from both teams rushed to her side. Medical staff hurried onto the field, creating a circle around Aitana as murmurs of worry spread through the stands.

Ona hovered nearby, her heart in her throat. Aitana was one of their strongest players, a leader on and off the pitch. If she couldn’t continue, Barcelona’s chances would take a severe hit.

Lucy stood on the edge of the group, her face tight with concern. Despite the rivalry between their teams, her respect for Aitana was clear. But as the medics worked, her eyes found Ona.

It was a quiet moment in the chaos. The shouts of coaches and the buzz of the crowd felt distant as Lucy stepped closer.

“Ona,” she said softly, her voice carrying despite the noise.

Ona didn’t turn, her gaze fixed on Aitana. “What?” she muttered, her tone clipped.

Lucy hesitated, then took another step, her voice lowering. “I never meant to hurt you. You know that, right?”

Ona stiffened, her hands balling into fists. “Why now, Lucy? Why say this now?”

“Because I didn’t have the courage before,” Lucy admitted, her voice unsteady. “Leaving Barcelona was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. And I didn’t tell you because… I was scared.”

Ona finally looked at her, her expression a mix of disbelief and anger. “Scared of what?”

Lucy’s gaze dropped for a moment, the vulnerability in her eyes unmistakable. “Of staying. Of what that would mean, for me, for us. It was easier to run.”

Ona’s breath caught, her mind racing. The confession felt like a crack in the armour Lucy always wore, but it wasn’t enough to erase the hurt. “You didn’t even give me a chance,” Ona whispered, her voice trembling. “I…”

But before she could finish, the referee signalled for the game to resume. Aitana was being helped off the field, her injury serious enough to force a substitution.

Ona and Lucy stood frozen for a moment longer, the world moving around them. Finally, Ona shook her head, stepping back. “We’re not finished,” she said quietly, her voice resolute.

Lucy nodded, her jaw tightening. “I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

And with that, they returned to their positions, the weight of their unfinished conversation hanging in the air as the game surged forward.

Extra time loomed on the horizon. Every touch on the ball, every run, every tackle carried the weight of a Champions League final.

Ona Batlle’s legs burned as she tracked Lucy Bronze down the right flank, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. Chelsea had just gained possession, and Lucy was charging forward with relentless determination, the ball glued to her feet.

Ona didn’t hesitate. She surged forward, her timing impeccable as she slid in for a clean tackle, sending the ball spinning out of bounds. The crowd erupted, but neither player celebrated. Lucy rose first, offering Ona a quick glance, something between respect and acknowledgement flickering in her eyes. Ona ignored it, her focus unyielding.

With 10 minutes left in regular time, Chelsea launched a desperate attack. Lucy pushed higher up the field, her eyes scanning for an opening. When the ball came to her, her touch was perfect, setting her up for a long-range strike. But Ona was there again, darting in to close the space.

This time, the collision was harder. Lucy’s momentum carried her forward, tangling her legs with Ona’s. Both went down with a thud, the impact drawing gasps from the crowd and groans from the players on the pitch.

Ona winced as she hit the turf, her arms bracing her fall. Lucy was beside her, her chest heaving, her face etched with frustration and something deeper. something only Ona could see.

The referee blew her whistle, signalling a free kick for Barcelona. Lucy sat up, running a hand through her damp hair, clearly annoyed but not arguing the decision.

As Ona pushed herself up, she couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at her lips. “That the best you’ve got?” she said, her voice low, her Spanish accent thick.

Lucy let out a short laugh, shaking her head. “You’ve always been impossible,” she muttered, though there was no malice in her tone.

“Someone has to keep you in check,” Ona shot back, her expression softening despite herself.

Before Lucy could respond, the referee’s sharp whistle urged them back into position. The brief exchange hung between them like a truce, unspoken but undeniable.

———-

With less than a minute on the clock, it was Barcelona’s turn to make a desperate push. Ona sprinted down the left flank, her eyes on the ball as Alexia threaded a perfect pass into her path. The Chelsea defence scrambled to close the gap, but Ona was too quick, cutting inside the box.

Lucy was there.

The moment felt inevitable, their paths colliding one final time. Ona made a last-ditch effort to cross the ball, but Lucy’s challenge came fast and hard. The two went down together, the ball ricocheting off Lucy’s foot and into the net.

The stadium erupted around her, a deafening wave of sound crashed around her, but all Ona could hear was the sharp beating of her heart.

Colours of blue and red filled her eyes as her teammates came rushing towards her, but her eyes weren’t on them.

Her eyes reached Lucy’s, devastation of the own goal clear on her face. Her hands rested on her head as she tried to regulate her breathing. Their stare lasted for a second, a small underlining tone of acknowledgment.

Ona felt a swirl of emotion reach her chest as the small Spaniard jumps to her feet, her teammates crashing into her with their arms wide. Smiles stretched across their faces, their cheers drowning out the small twinge of sadness for Lucy in her heart. This was more than a game- it always had been.

———-

The whistle blew, signalling full time.

The roar of the crowd was deafening as the Barcelona players erupted into celebration, their elation palpable as they embraced, collapsed onto the pitch and raised their arms to the heavens.

Ona Batlle stood amidst the chaos, her heart pounding for reasons unrelated to the game. The weight of the match began to lift, replaced by the lingering tension from her encounters with Lucy.

Lucy stood at the edge of the pitch, watching the estatic Barcelona players with a disappointed expression. Her teammates consoled each other, pats on the back and murmured words of encouragement passing between them. Lucy accepted them with a nod but quickly slipped away from the crowd.

Ona saw her retreat, the familiar figure moving toward the quiet of the tunnel. Her body moved before her mind caught up, her boots crunching against the turf as she followed.

She found Lucy leaning against the cool concrete wall, her head tilted back, her eyes closed as she took deep breaths. Ona hesitated, the noise from the stadium fading behind her, leaving only the thundering rhythm of her own heartbeat.

“You always disappear when it gets hard,” Ona said, her voice steady despite the swirl of emotions inside her.

Lucy’s eyes snapped open, her expression guarded. “What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you,” Ona admitted, stepping closer. “Because I can’t let it end like this.”

Lucy straightened, crossing her arms over her chest. “End like what?”

“Like we’re strangers,” Ona said, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. “Like there’s nothing between us when there’s… everything.”

Lucy’s shoulders sagged slightly, her defences cracking. “Ona…”

“Let me finish,��� Ona interrupted, her voice firm but soft. “I’ve spent the last twenty two months wondering why you didn’t tell me you were leaving. Why you didn’t give me the chance to say anything.”

Lucy sighed, her gaze dropping to the ground. “I told you… I was scared.”

“You’ve said that,” Ona said, stepping even closer now, her tone gentler. “But what were you scared of? Because I’m standing here now, Lucy. I’m not running.”

The vulnerability in her words cut through Lucy’s armour, her jaw tightening as she fought to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to break free. “I was scared of how much I felt for you,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Scared that if I stayed, I’d mess it all up. That I’d lose you completely.”

Ona’s breath caught, the truth settling between them like a fragile glass waiting to shatter. “You almost lost me anyway,” she admitted, her voice trembling.

Lucy looked up, her eyes locking onto Ona’s. “I know. And it’s my fault. But I’m here now, Ona. If you’ll let me be.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and raw. Ona hesitated for only a moment before stepping closer, her fingers brushing against Lucy’s. “Don’t run again,” she whispered.

Lucy shook her head, a small, bittersweet smile tugging at her lips. “Not from you. Never again.”

And then, in the quiet of the empty tunnel, away from the noise and chaos of the world, Ona reached for Lucy, pulling her into an embrace that spoke of forgiveness, longing, and a promise for what was to come.

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A few months had passed since the Champions League final, and with the season over, the weight of the world seemed lighter. Barcelona had won the trophy, and Lucy and Ona spent that summer reflecting on everything, their careers, their emotions, and the unspoken connection that had finally been brought into the light.

Now, they found themselves on a quiet beach, far from the flashing cameras and the pressure of the pitch. The gentle sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air as they sat side by side, their toes buried in the warm sand. The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, and for the first time in a long while, neither of the girls felt the weight of the world on their shoulders.

Lucy glanced over at Ona, her lips curving into a small smile. It had been a long time since she’d felt this at peace.

Ona, her sunglasses perched atop her head, looked back at Lucy, her expression soft. “Can you believe this is our reality now?” she asked quietly, her voice carrying just enough to be heard over the waves.

Lucy shook her head, letting out a slow breath. “No. It’s been… a whirlwind.”

They sat in comfortable silence, fingers intertwined as the air between them was thick with unspoken understanding. The tension of their previous encounters, the questions and fears that had loomed over them, now felt like distant memories, fading with each passing day they spent together.

“I never thought I’d be here with you.”

Ona turned her head, raising an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”

“Because I didn’t know if I’d ever have the courage to actually be with you,” Lucy admitted, her voice quieter now, almost as if she were afraid to disturb the moment. “I was so caught up in the fear of losing everything... I almost let it slip away.”

Ona reached out, her hand gently brushing against Lucy’s. “You didn’t. We didn’t.”

Lucy’s heart skipped a beat at the touch, and she met Ona’s gaze. “You really meant it, didn’t you? When you said, we’re not finished.”

Ona smiled softly, her eyes shining with affection. “Yeah. I did.”

The connection between them was undeniable. In the peacefulness of this vacation, surrounded only by the vast ocean and the sky above, their bond had become something real, something worth fighting for.

Lucy reached out, her fingers threading through Ona’s hair. “You know,” she said with a smirk, “I think I’m starting to get the hang of this.”

Ona chuckled, her heart lighter than it had been in ages. “Starting to, huh?”

Lucy shrugged playfully. “Hey, one step at a time.”

“Just don’t run off again,” Ona teased, her voice full of affection.

Lucy’s smile softened. “Never again.”

They sat there for a moment longer, the sun sinking lower in the sky, the world slowing down around them. For the first time in months, there were no games to play, no expectations to meet only the feeling of each other’s presence, grounding them both.

Then, as the sun finally dipped beneath the horizon, Lucy leaned in, her lips brushing softly against Ona’s.

The kiss was slow and tender. a promise in the quiet night. When they pulled away, Ona spoke first, her voice barely above a whisper.

“This is it, isn’t it?”

Lucy smiled, her eyes full of warmth. “This is it.”

They leaned back against each other, the cool breeze from the ocean wrapping around them like a blanket. There was no more uncertainty, no more fear. They had each other, and that was enough.

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Sneak Peak:

Champions of the heart || L.Bronze x O.Batlle

Friday 3rd Jan 6pm (GMT)

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Chasing Shadows | V.Miedema x B. Mead

Summary: After another injury, Viv and Beth's relationship struggles as Viv confesses she wants to step away from football.

Angst with a happy ending

A/N: Requests open, 5.7K words

The air was cool as Viviane Miedema pulled her jacket closer to herself. Myle's leash was loose in her hand as the small spaniel trotted happily ahead. She hadn't planned this walk; it was impulsive, an escape even. The walls of the Arsenal training ground had become insufferable as if every misstep echoed louder than the last; every step forward was followed by three steps back.

Myle, still clumsy and full of energy, sniffed curiously at the path's edge, blissfully unaware of the weight her owner carried. Viv envied her; she longed to be so carefree and joyful.

The sharp wind brushed against Viv's face. She sighed, staring out at the dog park. It wasn't much further; perhaps being outside would help clear her mind… or maybe it wouldn't. Either way, the young Dutch woman wasn't ready to head back home.

As Viv walked, her thoughts swirled. The constant pressure and expectations imposed on her by herself and others had begun to blur the lines between her passion and obligation. Viv loved football. Football had always been her life, her everything. But now, with every injury and every setback, it felt less like a dream and more like a cage.

Doubt crept in. She wondered if she could continue or if it was time to let go and retire.

Myle paused ahead, tugging gently at her leash as she spotted a group of children playing nearby. Their laughter rang through the air, light and unburdened. Viv's heart pulled; there was something so simple and pure about how the children played. It was as though the game was enough for them, with no expectations beyond pure enjoyment.

She stopped momentarily, watching on longingly as she recognised the love she once had for the sport.

Viv was jolted from her thoughts by a voice calling out, "Hey, you there?" She turned to see a short man waving from the park's edge. He was dressed in a worn-out tracksuit, his hands resting on his hips, looking somewhat frazzled as he glanced back and forth at the group of kids running wild.

"I’m in over my head here," he said with a sheepish grin. "Could you give me a hand?"

Viv raised an eyebrow, slightly caught off guard. The man's gaze shifted as recognition flickered across his face.

"Wait, You're Vivianne Miedema, right? From Arsenal? I'm so sorry to bother you, but..." he paused nervously.

She glanced down at Myle, who stood happily beside her, a stick held tightly in her jaw. For a brief moment, she let the scene sink in. The mix between the children's laughter and the carefree joy of her dog felt like a strange contrast to the weight she carried every day. After a beat of hesitation, Viv found herself nodding. “Alright. Sure. I'll give it a try.”

The man led her towards the group of kids scattered across the field, laughing and shouting as they kicked a ball. Viv's gaze softened as she watched them, so full of energy, so unbothered by the pressures that weighed on her. The man clapped his hands, gathering the attention of the children. “Everyone, Gather up”

The kids hesitated for a moment, running over in a chaotic cluster, faces bright with curiosity.  Viv felt an unfamiliar warmth spread through her chest. She gestured to the first child, a petite girl with messy hair, "Show me what you've got," she said with a smile. The girl grinned as she dribbled the ball forward, her footwork sloppy but full of determination. Viv nodded approvingly. Her voice was softer than expected as she gave the girl a few tips. "Try to keep the ball closer to you. You've got the speed. Now work on the control".

The young girl took her advice to heart, moving back into position. The other kids followed suit. Viv was surprised by how easily the kids responded to her and how quickly they adjusted and worked on improving. It wasn't about impressing anyone; it was simply about enjoying the game for what it was. At that moment, Viv realised something. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to play just for the sake of playing.

The Dutch woman moved between the children, offering advice left, right, and centre. The man who had invited her over clapped his hands again: "Okay, I think that's enough for today! You all did great!" The kids groaned but continued to gather their things, still chatting excitedly about their favourite parts of the session.

Viv stood back, watching them, a small smile tugging at her lips. The tension she had been carrying all day, all month, really, had started to lift. It was replaced by something that felt almost like relief. She didn't know why exactly, but something about the simplicity of guiding these kids, helping them discover little victories in the game, felt more fulfilling than anything she had experienced recently.

The man turned to her, wiping his brow. "Thanks again, I wasn't sure what I was doing, but you… you've got a way with them." Viv shook her head, her smile still lingering. "I just gave them a few tips." She replied, shrugging, her voice a little less heavy. "It's easy when they're so eager to learn".

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not entirely buying her modesty, "You've got a gift if you're ever interested. You know, after football. There is always room for more coaches. Kids like that could learn a lot from someone with your experience".

Viv's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected to hear that. She didn't know if she was ready to take on something like that just yet, but for the first time in what felt like ages, the thought didn't immediately feel like a chore; it felt… freeing. "

As the man she now knew as Nick thanked her again, Viv lingered for a moment, taking in the scenery. Myle bounded up to her, her leashing trailing behind as she wagged her tail furiously. Viv reached down, scratching behind the small puppy's ear. “What do you think, bud? Maybe I found something I could enjoy again."

She glanced back at the empty field, and the echoes of the kid's laughter still lingered in the air. It felt like a small spark of something, and for the first time in a long while, she allowed herself to wonder if it could grow into something more.

"Come on, Myle, Let's go home."

As Viv and Myle approached the park's exit, her phone buzzed in her back pocket. She pulled it out, half-expecting a message from Beth asking where she was, but instead, it was a text from her rehab specialist. "How are you feeling after this morning's news? I know it's tough getting injured again. Let me know if you need anything?"

Viv's stomach tightened. The reality of her recovery was always looming in the background, and the guilt that came with it never seemed to fade. I'm supposed to focus on getting back to the pitch, not this. She could almost hear Beth's voice, gently reminding her of her rehab plan and the importance of staying on track.

Viv sighed, typing back a quick, noncommittal reply. "I'm good, thanks. I'm just taking it easy this afternoon."

The text felt hollow, and Viv felt disconnected from the person she was pretending to be for a second. She wasn't taking it easy. She was avoiding rehab, avoiding the harsh truth that she wasn't sure if she could ever return to being the carefree player she once was.

Viv aggressively shoved the phone back into her pocket and continued walking, Myle leading her towards the street where her car was parked. Maybe I'll come back tomorrow, she thought, not to play or to train but to help again, just for a little while.

As they reached the car, Viv glanced back towards the dog park, half expecting to see the kids still running around. However, the field was empty now, apart from the stay ball that had rolled off to the side during the session. The girl hesitated before getting into the car, her hand resting on the door handle. The wind had begun to pick up again, but it didn't feel as sharp as it was when she first arrived.

It felt lighter now, like maybe the weight she had been carrying was starting to lift, even just a little.

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Later that evening, Viv sat on the sofa, Myle curled up at her feet, her soft snores filling the quiet of the living room. The click of the door unlocking cut through the hum of the muted TV. Viv didn't turn her head. She stayed where she was, staring blankly at the screen while Myle perked up, tail wagging happily. Beth's footsteps were brisk, her energy still humming from the harsh training session. She set her kitbag down with a thud and walked into the kitchen; the sound of the fridge door opening and closing filled the silence.

"Hey," Beth called out, her voice light as if testing the waters. "How was your day?"

Viv hesitated. "Fine," She mumbled, her voice flat as she ran her hand through Myle's soft fur.

Beth leaned against the wall, sipping her water. "Did rehab go okay?"

The question hit harder than Viv expected. She didn't even look at Beth, her fingers tightening slightly around Myle's fur. "I didn't go," she said flatly.

Beth's expression shifted, the lightness fading. "Again?" Her voice wasn't sharp, but the undercurrent of frustration was unmistakable. "Viv, this is what? -the third session you've skipped this week?"

Viv finally looked up, her face hardening. "I needed a break," she said, her tone defensive. "I can't just… Keep pushing when I'm already drained. Plus, I'm injured again, so what's the point". 

Beth's brow furrowed, concerned mixing with something darker "What do you mean injured? And Drained? You've been walking Myle and spending so much time at the park, but you can't attend rehab? I don't understand. What is going on with you?"

The words landed like a blow. Viv stood abruptly, Startling Myle, who scrambled to her feet. "What's going on with me?" she repeated, her voice rising. "What's going on is that I'm tired, Beth. I'm tired of pretending I'm fine, of pretending I even know if I want to come back."

Beth froze, her water bottle discarded on the counter. "What are you saying?" she asked, her voice tight.

Viv's heart pounded as the words spilled out before she could stop them. "I'm saying I don't know if I want this anymore. Football. Rehab. Any of it."

The silence that followed was deafening. Beth stared at her, the hurt in her eyes cutting deeper than Viv expected. "So what?" Beth said finally, her voice trembling. "You're just going to quit? Walk away from everything we've built, everything we've sacrificed for this life?"

"It's not that simple!" Viv shot back, her voice cracking. "Do you think I haven't thought about this? Do you think I don't hate myself for feeling this way? But I can't keep pretending everything is fine when it's not!"

Beth took a step closer, her frustration breaking through. "And when were you planning on telling me, Viv? Or were you just going to keep avoiding it, hoping it would all go away? We're supposed to be in this together, but it feels like I'm the only one still trying."

Viv's hands clench at her sides. "I didn't want to dump this on you.  I didn't want to make it your problem."

Beth let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. "You think it's not already my problem, Vivianne? Watching you give up on yourself. on us… It's killing me."

The words hung in the air like a knife between them. Viv's chest heaved as she tried to keep her composure, her gaze dropping to the floor. "Maybe you'd be better off without me, then," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Beth recoiled as if hit. "Don't you dare say that!" she said, her voice breaking. "Don't you fucking dare!"

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Myle stood between them, her head darting back and forth as if trying to understand the sudden tension. Finally, Beth cracked. She turned and walked towards the bedroom, her footsteps heavy. "I can't do this right now", she whispered, her voice barely audible before the door slammed shut behind her.

Viv sank back onto the sofa, the weight of her own words crushing her. Myle nudged her leg with her nose, whining softly, but Viv couldn't bring herself to look at the small dog. She stared at the blank TV screen, the faint reflection of her face staring back at her. It was a face she barely recognised anymore. Her jaw was tight, her chest aching with the weight of everything she couldn't say. Her hands trembled as she buried her face in them, trying to force the overwhelming tide of emotions back down.

She had never felt this disconnected from herself, Beth, or the life they'd built together. The person she used to be, the player, the partner, the force of nature on the pitch. It all felt like a stranger now. She had fought so hard to reach the top, but now the thought of it playing felt suffocating. She had no idea how to explain that to Beth without tearing them apart even more.

Sensing her distress, Myle nuzzled closer, the warmth grounding Viv in a way she desperately needed. She let out a shaky breath, her fingers finding her soft fur once again. "What am I doing, Myle?" she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her despair. How do I fix this?”

The spaniel tilted her head as if considering the question before flopping into her lap with a contented sigh. For a moment, the puppy's weight eased the ache in her chest. But the silence that followed was deafening, her unanswered questions swirling like a storm she couldn't escape.

Viv leaned back into the sofa, her head resting against the cushions as she stared at the ceiling. She felt trapped between the life she thought she wanted and the unknown that terrified her more than she cared to admit. 

The argument with Beth replayed in her mind on an endless loop, each word cutting deeper than the last. She hated that she'd hurt Beth, hated that she didn't have the strength to be what Beth needed her to be right now.

But how could she be there for Beth if she no longer knew who she was?

———

The apartment was unnervingly quiet the following day. Viv woke up on the sofa, her body stiff from the awkward position where she had fallen asleep.

Myle's warm body was curled up at her feet. She rubbed her eyes, the memory of last night pressing down on her chest. Beth's bedroom door remained shut, a physical barrier to match the emotional one.

Viv didn't try to open it.

Instead, she slipped into her jacket, grabbed Myle's leash, and stepped outside into the brisk morning air. The chill nipped at her skin as she walked, but she craved it. She needed the sharpness to cut through the fog in her head.

The streets were empty, apart from the occasional runner or early riser. Viv let Myle off the leash, watching as she sprinted towards a familiar patch of grass.

The Dutch woman sat down on a nearby bench, burying her hands in her pockets as she stared blankly at the sunrise.

Her mind replayed the argument with Beth: the way Beth's voice had cracked, the look in her eyes, hurt, frustration, love, and anger all tangled together. Viv hated herself for causing it, for failing to calmly explain what she couldn't even fully understand herself.

She pulled out her phone, scrolling through unread messages. One from her physiotherapist stared back at her like a threat: "Are you coming into the training centre today?" She couldn't bring herself to reply, not yet. Instead, her thumb hovered over Beth's name in her contacts.

What would she even say? Sorry for being a mess? Sorry for dragging you down with me?

Her grip tightened on the phone. Viv wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything to remove the crushing weight on her chest. But the tears wouldn't come. All she could do was sit there, staring at the empty field Myle was playing in.

———

Back at the apartment, Beth sat on the edge of their bed, Her head in her hands.

She hadn't slept much either. Her chest ached with the weight of their argument, and her frustrations with Viv mixed aggressively with the guilt of how she had handled it. As Beth replayed the argument in her head, she wondered if she had pushed Viv too hard or said too much.

She didn't understand how to fix this or how to bridge the rapidly growing gap between them. Football had always been their common ground. The one thing that connected them even when the rest of life felt uncertain. Without it, Beth wasn't sure what was left.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling her from her thoughts. A message from her best friend and teammate, Steph Catley, illuminated the room, "Hey, Do you want to grab breakfast before training?" Beth hesitated before replying. "Not today, sorry. Catch you later.”

Beth sighed, her pyjama-clad body tiptoed from the bed towards the door. After taking a deep breath, she cracked open the bedroom door, glancing in at the living room. To her surprise, the sofa was now empty, and the blanket Viv had clearly used was neatly folded on the armrest.

A pang of sadness ripped through the English girl's body. She wanted to see Viv, talk to her, and hold her. But she didn't know if she could handle another half-answer or another wave of Viv's defensiveness. 

—---

By mid-afternoon, Viv found herself back at the youth training ground. She hadn't planned on going, but after returning home to an empty house this morning, her feet had led her there. Nick (the coach she'd met the day before) greeted her with a warm smile; his face lit up as she approached. 

“Viv! Back again? The kids were asking if you'd come by." 

Viv forced a small smile, her voice quieter than usual. "I can't train much on this knee at the moment, so I figured I'd stop by. If that's alright." 

“Of course it is,” he said, handing her a whistle. "They loved having you around. You've got a knack for this, you know?"

A flicker of warmth sparked in Viv's chest, but it was quickly overshadowed by doubt. She didn't feel like she deserved the praise, not when her own life felt so unsteady. Still, she stepped onto the field, watching the kids rush over, their faces lighting up with excitement. For a moment, their joy was enough to drown out the noise in her head.

The kids erupted into laughter as Viv freely guided them through drills, her tone light and her instructions clear. With each pass and sprint, her own tension eased. The kid's joy was infectious, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the Dutch striker felt something stir within her, a flicker of passion, not for playing but for sharing the game she once loved. 

—--

As the afternoon drew to a close, Beth forcefully dropped her bag onto the floor of their apartment; training had been exhausting, Jonas had been in a bad mood, and she'd spent most of it stringing together sloppy passes as her mind focused on all more than the sport. 

The sharpness of Viv’s words still stung, and the way Viv had withdrawn herself afterwards gnawed at her patience. 

Beth glanced around the empty apartment, her frustration bubbling. Viv wasn't home. Again. 

Myle's leash was missing, which meant Viv had taken her out. Beth felt a twinge of annoyance. She hadn't even texted. Grabbing her jacket, Beth stormed outside, her breath visible in the cold air. 

It didn't take her long to find them. Beth spotted Myle first, darting around on the edge of the youth training field, her fluffy tail wagging as she chased some stray footballs. And then she saw Viv standing among the children. Her expression was more alive than Beth had seen in weeks. 

Viv's whistle blew sharply, and the kids froze mid-drill. She stepped forward, getting Nick to demonstrate a simple pass with one of the smaller boys. Her voice was patient yet firm. The child nodded, mimicking the movement until he succeeded. When he did, Viv's joyful laugh rang out across the field, smiling happily at the young lad. 

Beth’s chest tightened as she watched. Viv's face lit up, her usual guardedness replaced with something softer, freer. It was a version of Viv that Beth had missed so desperately—a glimpse of the woman she had fallen in love with. 

The sight should have been comforting; it was supposed to fill Beth with joy, But it didn't. It left Beth torn. How could Viv find joy here? With strangers? When she couldn't find it at home with her?

Beth leaned against the fence, her arms crossed as she tried to process the scene before her. Myle eventually spotted her other mother and came bounding over, barking excitedly. Her antics drew Viv's attention, and their eyes met across the field.

For a moment, the world stopped. Neither of them moved. 

Beth's gaze was searching, her lips pressed into a thin line. Viv's smile faltered, replaced by a flicker of guilt. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but Nick called out to her, breaking the moment.

Beth turned, her hand gripping Myle's leash tightly as she walked back towards the apartment. Viv's voice didn't follow her, and the English girl didn't look back. 

Beth's steps were quick and uneven as she walked back toward the apartment, Myle trotting at her side. The air was cold, biting her cheeks, but she hardly felt it. Her mind was racing, her chest tight with frustration, hurt, and a sense of helplessness.

How could Viv look so... content? How could she find so much ease and joy here when things between them felt like they were unravelling?

Beth gripped the leash tighter, her knuckles white. She wasn't angry at the kids; she wasn't even angry at Viv, not really. But the sight of Viv so happily smiling, so free of the weight that seemed to smother her at home, stung in a way Beth hadn't expected.

It felt like rejection.

She'd tried to be patient. She'd told herself, time and time again, that Viv just needed space to figure things out. But space had turned into distance, and now Beth felt like she was standing on the other side of a river she didn't know how to cross.

Myle tugged on the leash, breaking her thoughts. She sniffed eagerly at a patch of grass, oblivious to the turmoil swirling around her. Beth crouched down beside her, her fingers brushing through her fur as she tried to calm her racing thoughts.

She loved Viv more than she could ever put into words. But what if love wasn't enough? What if Viv kept pulling away, retreating into this new life she was building without Beth realising it?

The memory of their fight from the night before played on a loop in her head. The way Viv had said, she didn't know if she wanted football anymore. The way her voice had cracked when she said Beth might be better off without her.

The thought alone made Beth's throat tighten. She didn’t want a life without Viv. But she couldn't ignore the creeping doubt that Viv might already be imagining a future without her,  a future where coaching kids or walking Myle filled the void that football and their shared dreams used to occupy.

"God, what am I supposed to do?" Beth muttered under her breath, resting her forehead against Myle's head. The spaniel let out a soft whine, licking her hand as if sensing her distress.

She stayed there for a long moment, crouched on the pavement with Myle, her mind torn between anger and sadness. She wanted to march back to the field, to demand answers, to pull Viv aside and make her talk.

But what would she even say? That she was scared? That she felt like she was losing her partner piece by piece?

Beth wiped at her face, startled by the dampness of a tear she hadn't realised had fallen.

When she finally stood, Myle wagged her tail, oblivious as ever, and they started the slow walk back home.

By the time she reached the apartment, she felt more uncertain than ever.

Beth sank onto the sofa, burying her face in her hands. She couldn't keep going like this. Tiptoeing around Viv, waiting for her to let her in. But she didn’t know how to push without pushing Viv further away.

The sound of the door opening startled her. Beth glanced up to see Viv stepping inside, her expression guarded.

For a moment, their eyes met, and she thought about saying something. Anything. But the words tangled in her throat, and before she could untangle them, Viv turned away, heading for the kitchen without a word.

Beth exhaled shakily, her frustration bubbling beneath the surface. Their silence felt heavier than ever, and she didn't know how much longer she could bear it.

Beth sat frozen on the sofa, her hands gripping her knees tightly, as she listened to the faint sounds of Viv moving around in the kitchen. The clinking of a glass. The dull thud of the drive closing. Each noise felt like another reminder of the distance between them, of how their once easy rhythm had been replaced by this unbearable tension. 

Myle waddled over, flopping down on the carpet near Beth's feet. Her tail wagged lazily. Beth took a deep breath, her mind racing with possible sentence openings. I saw you today, she could say. Or maybe You looked happy out there. But both felt too vulnerable, too raw.

Instead, she stood abruptly, crossing the open-plan room towards Viv, who was leaning against the counter, her hair still slightly windblown from the walk back. She looked up as Beth drew near, her expression unreadable. 

"You didn't tell me you were going out", Beth spoke softly, her voice low but not accusatory. 

Viv glanced down at the glass of water in her hand, her thumb tracing the rim. "I didn't think I needed to," she replied, her tone careful. 

Beth sighed ""It's not about needing to. It's about...” She stopped herself, exhaling sharply. "It's about letting me in, Viv. About not shutting me out every time things get hard.”

Viv’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t respond immediately. When she did, her voice was quiet. "I wasn't shutting you out. I just... needed to be somewhere else."

Beth took a step closer, crossing her arms. "And that 'somewhere else' is with a bunch of kids at a training field? I saw you today, Viv. You looked so... happy.” The word caught in her throat, tinged with something she couldn't quite name.

Viv set the glass down with a clink, her expression shifting to defensiveness. "What do you want me to say, Beth? That I don't know what I'm doing? That I feel like a stranger in my own body? I'm terrified I'll never return to where I was, and maybe I don't want to anymore?"

Beth's heart clenched at the rawness of Viv's words, but she didn't back down. "Yes, Viv. I want you to say that. I want you to say something, anything, instead of just... disappearing on me."

Viv shook her head, running a hand through her hair. "I don't know how to say it without feeling like I'm letting you down."

Beth's voice softened, though the ache in her chest remained. "You're not letting me down, Viv. You're shutting me out. And that... that hurts more than anything else."

Viv looked away, her shoulders slumping slightly. The weight of Beth's words seemed to sink in, but the silence that followed felt heavier than any words they had spoken.

The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy. Beth sighed, rubbing the back of her neck, the sharp edges of her frustration dulling into something softer. Something closer to exhaustion.

She stepped forward cautiously, closing the distance between them until she was standing directly in front of her girlfriend. 

"I don't need you to have everything figured out right now," Beth whispered softly. Her voice had lost its edge, replaced with almost a pleading tone. I just need to know you still want me here, that you still want us…"

Viv's head snapped up, her eyes wide with guilt and desperation. "Of course I do," she says quickly, her voice cracking. "Beth, I-" she pauses, struggling to find the words. "I've just been… lost. And I didn't want to drag you down with me." 

Beth shifted her weight onto one foot, reaching out to gently rest a hand on Viv's arm. "You don't get to decide that for me," she said softly. "If you're lost, let me help you find your way. That's what this is supposed to be, Viv. A team. We don't just leave each other behind when things get hard."

Viv swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to where Beth's hand rested on her arm. She nodded slowly, the tension in her shoulders beginning to ease. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "I've been so scared of failing…. of failing you, failing myself. That I didn't realise I was pushing you away."

Beth squeezed her arm gently, her lips curving into a small, sad smile. "You don't have to do this alone," she said. "We'll figure it out together, okay? Whether it's football or coaching or something else entirely. Whatever it is, we'll figure it out."

Viv's eyes glistened, and for the first time in weeks, her walls began to crumble. She reached out hesitantly, her fingers brushing against Beth's. "I don't deserve you," she whispered.

Beth shook her head, stepping closer until there was no space left between them. "You deserve all of this, Viv. You deserve to be happy. Whatever that looks like for you. And I'm not going anywhere. Ik hou van jou"

Viv exhaled shakily, leaning into Beth's touch. "I love you too" For the first time in what felt like forever, she let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, she didn't have to carry this weight alone.

—---

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft streaks across the room. Viv stirred awake, the familiar weight of Myle sprawled across her feet.

She blinked groggily, the events of the previous evening washing over her like a tide. The rawness of her conversation with Beth lingered, but so did the quiet relief of finally letting some of it out.

She turned her head to see Beth still sleeping beside her, her breathing steady and calm. Carefully, Viv slipped out of bed, making her way to the kitchen with Myle trailing close behind. As she waited for the kettle to boil, she leaned against the counter, her thoughts swirling.

What now? she wondered. The words they'd exchanged last night had been a start, but they hadn't erased the uncertainty of the road ahead. She was still unsure of her future, of how to reconcile her love for football with the mounting pressure it brought. But for the first time in months, she felt she wasn't entirely alone in figuring it out.

By the time Beth emerged, her hair tousled and expression still drowsy, Viv had two mugs of tea waiting on the table. Beth paused in the doorway, her gaze softening as she took in the sight.

"Good morning," Viv said quietly, offering a tentative smile.

Beth crossed the room, wrapping her arms around Viv's waist without a word. They stood there for a moment, the silence warm and comforting.

"Morning," Beth finally murmured against Viv's shoulder. She pulled back just enough to meet Viv's eyes. “How are you feeling?”

Viv hesitated, her hands tightening on Beth’s waist. “Better,” she admitted. “Still... scared. But better.”

Beth nodded, her thumb brushing against Viv’s arm. “We’ll take it one step at a time, yeah? No rush to figure everything out today.”

Viv exhaled, leaning into Beth’s touch. “One step at a time,” she echoed.

The day unfolded slowly, a welcome change from the usual hustle of their routines. They took Myle on a long walk together, sharing a quiet conversation and an easy silence. It felt almost normal like the weight between them had lightened, even if only slightly.

Later that afternoon, Viv found herself back at the youth training field. Beth had insisted she didn't mind, encouraging her to keep exploring what made her happy. But as Viv guided the kids through drills, she couldn't shake the awareness of Beth's words lingering in her mind.

Beth had said she wasn't going anywhere. That she'd stay by Viv's side no matter what. But Viv knew she couldn't take that for granted. If they were going to make this work, she had to meet Beth halfway.

When she returned home that evening, still carrying the energy of the kids' enthusiasm, Beth was waiting on the couch with a knowing smile.

"You're glowing," Beth teased, though there was no bitterness in her tone this time, only warmth.

Viv sank down beside her, her heart lighter than it had been in weeks. She was no longer chasing the shadow of her younger self.  “They make it easy,” she said softly.

Beth reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together. "I'm glad you've found something that makes you feel like yourself again."

Viv glanced down at their joined hands, a lump forming in her throat. "I couldn't have done it without you,” she admitted.

Beth pressed a kiss to her temple, her voice steady. “You don’t have to do anything without me, Vivi. Not now, not ever.”

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Sneak Peak Chasing Shadows:

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Master List

Vivianne Miedema x Beth mead

Lucy bronze x Ona Batlle

Wips

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WIPs: (Last updated: 02.01.25 )

Lucy Bronze/Ona Batlle (Angst/Fluff) • Runaway: Ona offers to take Lucy’s beloved dog Narla on a walk but she never expected it to turn into a nightmare, what happens when Narla bolts leaving her relationship with Lucy in jeopardy.

Mapi Leon/Ingrid Engen/Teen Reader • Through Their Eyes: a rising star in FC Barcelona’s youth academy navigates the pressures of chasing a football dream. When you cross paths with Mapi León and Ingrid Engen, mentoring academy players in an outreach program, your life takes an unexpected turn.

Alexia Putellas (Angst/Fluff/Smut) • Beyond the goal: After an unexpected injury sidelines Alexia Putellas just before the 2022 Women's Euros, she’s forced to watch her team from the sidelines. Struggling with the isolation of rehab and the pressure to reclaim her top form, Alexia finds comfort in an unexpected place: through letters sent by a mysterious fan who seems to understand her struggles on a deeply personal level.

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Rush Pt. 1 | Alexia Putellas x Jenni Hermoso x Leila Ouahabi x Reader

Summary: You've spent your first two months in Barcelona trying to work out why Jenni's girlfriend is such a bitch to you.

Tags: Suggestive content, polyamory, mentions of group sex, voyeurism if you squint

A/N: Big thank you to @codiemarin who put in a shift helping me make sense of the 'plot' as such. I appreciate you! Also yes... the end is coming. Eight chapters and 22k total.

IMPORTANT ALSO. Cari = shortened version of Spanish word cariño, meaning darling. It's a cute, friendly petname.

18+ minors dni.

Leila pressed her lips to your temple in apology before shifting behind you, adjusting herself against the mountain of pillows.

She’d insisted on bringing the ones from her room for your movie night. While you’d rolled your eyes and teased her something rotten, she had made the comfiest spot between them for you both. 

Though your first away game for Barca was a resounding success, flight cancellations and a subsequent extra night in the team hotel were not how you wanted to celebrate. Especially given the team’s stupid room-sharing rules. Since couples were unceremoniously banned from sharing rooms (and none of your teammates would tell you exactly why), you’d ended up bunking with Jenni. 

The truth is, two months in and Barca was still taking some getting used to. Sure, the city, language and football were hard to get to grips with, but the peculiarity of the team trumped them all. 

In all your years of playing pro, you’d never experienced a team quite like it. A team who insisted on doing everything together. A team who, in spite of all their foreign players, insisted on speaking in rapid Spanish with the odd Catalan phrase thrown in just to confuse you. A team with enough rituals, traditions and rules to write a handbook. 

Everyday for the last three months, you’d been counting your lucky stars for Leila and Jenni. Though the two were often at the centre of trouble, they were insistent on including you and were always willing to translate. 

Leila was the biggest support, which was to be expected, given that your long-distance international flirtationship had burst into a full blown relationship the second you signed your contract. Jenni - who had introduced you - was delighted. 

Which was odd, given your history. While playing alongside Jenni at PSG, you’d fallen into an easy arrangement. For a season almost a decade ago, the two of you had hooked up regularly. Maybe it could have been more, but Jenni was called home all too soon.

Thankfully you’d stayed friends over the years, despite the lingering tension. Sometimes you wondered if you were imagining things, but you couldn't ask the question. 

Times had changed. She had Alexia now. 

As it were, you could feel Jenni’s toes pressed against your ankle. Rather than lying between her legs like any normal person would do when trying to watch a film, Alexia had settled on top of her girlfriend and buried her face into her neck. You wondered if Jenni could actually watch the film, or if Alexia’s Spanish quips were all the entertainment she needed. 

While you were grateful for Jenni, you could live without her girlfriend’s endless side eye and frosty responses. Despite being the captain of the team, Alexia had done very little to welcome you to the side. You’d watched as she’d befriended the other new signings with ease, yet all your attempts at small talk had been met with one word answers. 

You’d chalked it up to the fact that you used to sleep with her partner. Alexia was always touchy when you were around. When you’d complained to Leila about the decidedly unfriendly reception, she’d just laughed it off and chalked it up to Alexia being possessive. 

Possessive was all fine and well, but this trip had been something of an endurance test. While Jenni was the second best roommate you could imagine (after your girlfriend, of course), the time spent with her had only made Alexia even more short with you than usual. 

In fact, when Jenni had suggested a movie night, you’d almost asked her if you could do it without partners. Nevertheless, the desire to be close to Leila had won out. 

That was the other great thing about Jenni. Given your past dalliances, she knew exactly what you wanted on a Monday night after a game. While you wouldn’t have objected if she’d suggested sneakily swapping rooms for the evening, being all wrapped up in Leila’s arms was the next best thing.

The Barca girls respected the rooming rules, and you respected them for it. 

Still, you could do without the feeling of Alexia’s hawkish gaze on you whenever you moved positions. 

Yesterday before the match, when you’d finally plucked up the courage to ask Jenni why her girlfriend was such a bitch to you, she’d laughed too. Hysterically, in fact. A long, drawn-out thing with her head tilted back. 

"She's just jealous, cari."

“I know she’s jealous,” You whined, “But I can’t change that we had sex forever ago. I didn’t even know who she was then.”

“And she knows that, but she thinks you’re pretty.”

“What can I do, Jen? I don’t want to not talk to you. You’re one of the only people I know here. Plus I have a girlfriend.” 

“That probably makes it worse,” Jenni had grinned, “Now everyone has had a piece of you except her.” 

You’d taken her jest as polite refusal to help the situation, so had quickly changed the subject. 

While you lay between Leila’s legs, you could hardly focus on the movie. 

You didn’t know why Alexia’s stoniness was bothering you so much. After all, you’d had teammates you didn’t particularly get on with in the past. There was just something about her. 

Were you scared of Putellas? Maybe a little. Even watching the film squashed together on a king-sized bed, you didn’t want to look over at her for fear of receiving a biting comment in return. But you’d also seen how she acted with her friends. With Maria, Lucy, and Jenni. All bright smiles and goofy jokes. And as selfish as it may be, you were deeply, deeply jealous that she'd never aimed one at you. 

You wracked your brain trying to think of something you’d said or done over the last two months that must have made her hate you. Could she have misinterpreted an Instagram caption, or something she’d overheard?

Leila was the one to draw your attention back down to earth. “Are you paying attention, amorcito?” She whispered into your hair as her arms banded around your waist from behind.

“No,” You breathed back. Stroking over her skin, you tried to refocus on the screen in front of you. 

“Me neither.” The hint of mischief in her tone had you grinning. 

You twisted your head, leaning far enough to the side for her to connect your lips. You tried to keep it sweet, but Leila surprised you with a possessive hand on your jaw coaxing your mouth open. 

Her kiss threw your head into a spin. Between the post-match horniness, the days spent separated, and her large hands trailing down to stroke at your thighs, you had to focus hard to swallow back the moans she sought to draw out. After just a few months, the feel of her was still so new. The drag of her hands over your sweats held a promise which lit up every part of you. 

When she licked into your mouth, you were scrambling to think of excuses to get her alone. Surely hotels had meeting rooms, right? The staff would hardly be patrolling them at a late hour. 

You relished in the gentle press of her hips to your back when she shifted behind you. If you had to suffer, she’d suffer too. 

Jenni’s amused tone made you jump. “Oye, Leila! Watch your hands unless you’re willing to share.”

You broke the kiss, turning back to the film as your cheeks burned. Once again, you could feel Alexia’s stare on your profile. 

Leila chuckled, pecking at your temple once more. Her hands ran up and down the length of your thighs, caressing before settling on the curve of your hips. “You had her before I did, remember?”

One thing you’d learned about Leila early on was that she wasn’t the jealous type.  In fact, Leila seemed to relish in the fact that you’d already slept with her teammate, teasing you relentlessly about it. On nights out, she was happy to sit back and watch you dance with others, safe in the knowledge that you’d go home with her.

Perhaps it was Leila’s confidence and free spiritedness which made Alexia’s reaction to you so weird.  

You kept your eyes trained on the screen as Jenni chuckled. In your peripheral vision, you could see her hands move over her girlfriend's ass. “Hmm, but Ale hasn’t.” 

You rolled your eyes at Jenni’s teasing tone. 

“She’s never had Leila either,” You pointed out with finality, hoping that they’d move on from the subject of your sex life.

The silence went on for just a second too long.

Your stomach turned, eyes widening at the stillness of your girlfriend behind you. 

“Lei?” You breathed, sitting up sharply. 

Even in the dim light, she looked halfway embarrassed. “We were all young once, no?” 

“It was a year ago.” Alexia snapped. 

You couldn’t help but look at her then. She’d lifted her upper half from Jenni’s body, though she still straddled her waist. Moreover, she was glaring at your girlfriend with one eyebrow lifted in challenge. 

“Who’s counting?” Leila placated, but you were already working through the months in your head. “It was before you started talks to move. I promise. I didn’t know you were coming.” 

“Don’t be upset, cari.” Jenni hummed, nudging your ankle with her foot. “It’s not her fault. We practically jumped her the first time.” 

“The first time?” You hissed, trying to grapple with the swirl of emotion. Jealousy, yes. Maybe a little betrayal at her for failing to mention it before now. And something else...

Jenni raised her eyebrows at you, a bright grin stretching across her face. “We like sharing.” 

You felt Leila’s hand tease at where your own was planted in the sheets. Dragging your gaze to her face, you took stock of the anxious frown which had burrowed into her forehead. Her fingers lingered over your own again, not quite reaching for your hand, but offering affection should you need it. 

For a brief moment, you measured your reaction. You could feel all their eyes on you, but her wide, frightened expression was the most important. 

Lacing your fingers with hers, you let the tiniest of smirks play across your face. “I didn’t know I was dating a whore. Jesus, Lei. You’ve slept with everyone in the room?” 

Jenni cracked a laugh, while Leila fought her own coy smile. She raised your joined hands to her lips, kissing the back of yours in silent thanks. “So has Jenni, so we’re halfway there.” 

“I have no regrets,” Jenni smiled, leaning forwards to peck at Alexia’s cheek. “But if you did want to finish the job, Ale wouldn’t say no.” 

Your gut told you to laugh, but the silence from the other two was jarring. You were all-too-aware of your girlfriend’s stare. 

Leila stroked her spare hand through your hair, coaxing you closer with a questioning expression. You didn’t know what to say, opting instead to peck politely at her lips. 

The hand on the back of your neck kept you close, locking you into your own little bubble. “They are good at sharing, you know. If you ever wanted that.” 

You froze, staring deep into her dark eyes and trying to read them. You’d never broached the subject, no matter how many times she’d encouraged you to flirt with pretty things. 

“Do you want that?” You breathed back.

“I like watching, yes. And I know you’re horny.” 

You risked a glance over to Jenni and Alexia, who’s attempt at giving you privacy was to engage in a heavy makeout session. A shiver ran down your spine at the wet slide of their tongues and the gentle shift as their clothes rubbed against one another. It was beautiful, really. The way they moved with each other, prominent cheekbones on full display. 

Your core clenched which shocked a gasp into your lungs. You turned back to your girlfriend, smiling at the devious twinkle in her eye. She leaned in first, reaching for your waist to turn you fully on your knees. Leila kissed you slowly, teasing at your lower lip with her teeth until you let out the shortest of groans. 

“You sure?” She asked, fingertips flitting at the bare skin of your lower back where your shirt had ridden up. 

Were you? 

Call it a rash decision, but with Leila being so laid back and Jenni being Jenni, there was nothing to lose. It’s not like your relationship with Alexia could have gotten any worse. And more importantly, at that moment, you were horny.

“I’m sure,” You muttered against her lips. 

Leila purred, cradling your face while planting sweet pecks against your lips. You could hear the rustle of fabric as the pair next to you moved, but you were too caught up in the feeling of her kiss to pay any mind. 

That was, until another set of cool fingertips danced across your stomach. The heat of another body pressed against your backside. You broke the kiss with a questioning sound, lifting up until your back met a warm chest. 

“Impaciente.” Leila accused, looking over your shoulder. 

You glanced over at Jenni’s relaxed form, then tensed when you realised who was wrapped around you. 

“Cállate. La has tenido durante meses.” Alexia said. Her fingers drew your hair to one side before her lips pecked at your neck.  

“English, chicas. Make it easy for her.” Jenni hummed. You watched her reach over to nudge at Leila’s forearm. 

Alexia’s confident hands stroked across your waist, holding your hips close as her soft lips trailed down your shoulder. You shivered as your brain caught up with the reality of the situation. 

Leila’s steady gaze met your own as she pushed herself up to sit in front of you. She was so calm when she caught your floating hands and placed them over Alexia’s forearms. “You can touch her, bebé. She’s not going to bite.” 

Alexia did bite.

Her teeth sank in to the thick muscle of your trap. The sting made you gasp, arching into her with a groan. 

Your girlfriend muttered her amusement, but you were more focussed on Alexia’s lilt so close to your ear that you could feel her breath. “You like?” 

A nod had her rewarding you with a far more gentle kiss to your jaw. 

In front of you, Leila pushed to her knees. She leaned forwards to give you one last kiss before she crawled between Jenni’s spread legs and settled with her back to the striker’s chest. 

You made a questioning sound, wide eyes locked on hers as Jenni welcomed her with a squeeze. 

“It’s okay,” Leila breathed quietly, reaching over to rub a finger against your knee. “I’m right here. Ale needs space.” 

Alexia hummed against your skin, slipping a hand under the fabric of your shirt to tease along your stomach. “Lie down.” 

“Manners, Alexia.” Jenni called. You watched as her hands ran over your girlfriend’s thighs. Your own twitched. 

You’d had Jenni a long time ago, but you still remembered the things she could do with her hands. The idea of her doing those same things to Leila in front of you was… fucking hot. 

“You said she liked being told what to do.” Alexia grunted before dragging her tongue up your neck. 

You froze, hands tightening on where hers roamed innocently your body. “You’ve spoken about me?” 

Jenni grinned before pressing quick kisses against your girlfriend’s cheek. “Of course we have. I’ve told Ale all about the things we used to do. Usually with my fingers between her legs. Relax, cari. She’ll look after you.” 

In a moment of bravery, you turned your head. 

Alexia was quick to cradle your face, thumb stroking over your jaw. Her lips were so close to yours, you could feel the breath she let out when her dark eyes dragged down to your parted mouth and back up again. This was the closest you’d ever been, centimetres away. You could feel the cold press of her rings against your neck as you watched her, taking in all the pretty features which made her beautiful.

For a split second you thought about asking Leila for permission, but Alexia didn’t give you a chance. Her lips collided with yours, drawing out a high-pitched keen. She tilted your head back, tightening her other arm to hold you still while her mouth worked against yours. 

Fuck, Alexia could kiss. Each one of her soft strokes was different. Some had you pushing back her hair gingerly, while others made you press your ass against her hips. You licked at her bottom lip, coaxing her mouth open until your tongues played together. The slight ache between your legs was growing with each slick pass until you moaned into her mouth. 

Alexia pulled away a fraction, grinning deviously when you chased after her lips. She pecked the side of your mouth, before letting go of your body to deliver a measured slap to your ass. You gasped at the sting, then sighed at the squeeze which followed. 

“Lie down. Now.”

[codiinsight]

someone put me out of my misery

[codiinsight]

Taking Your Crown

Alexia has booked you for a special night.

Warning - smut, fingering, anal play, choking, strap, bdsm play, fluff & after care

‘Ping’ 

You heard a notification come up on your phone, you looked at the screen.

“Gold Package Booking’ 9pm - 9am Tonight”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, this was the most expensive service you provided. You looked over the details, not that there really was much detail, there never was. Not in your line of work. 

You did look at the tick box that they had to fill out before submitting, their “wants and needs”. And surprisingly they had ticked many of the options. 

Foreplay (Yes), 

Penetration (Yes),

Giving (Yes),

Receiving (Yes),

Praise kink (Yes), 

Pain threshold - (High), 

Toys - (Yes),

Anal play (Yes), 

Air Restriction (Yes), 

Bondage (Yes), 

Orgasm denial (Yes), 

Sensory play (Yes), 

But what really made you smile was seeing that it was a woman who had booked you. You had women book you before but they weren't your most regular customers. Maybe 1 in 30 bookings would be a woman, but most of the time it was men, rich men. Business men, famous men, men in oil, men in tech, men in law, men in government, you had even had a Prince once.

But you never had sex with them, that wasn’t part of your services, not for the men. That was the ‘silver package’, The silver package included many things but nothing that involved you and the customer having any sexual intercourse. Not even kissing, you hardly really touched them. The ‘gold package’ was only for the ladies. And the only package that included sex. 

With the gold package she had the option to pick your outfit, and this particular woman had picked your personal favourite. It consisted of your leather thigh high boots, the heels stood just short of 6 inches. A fitted black leather corset, that showed off your breast perfectly. She requested for your hair to be tied back in a slicked back ponytail. 

You studied her safe words, her ‘do’s and don’ts’. This was always sent over beforehand so you didn't have to break character during your session, or constantly ask if she was okay, unless you felt you needed to. You began to get yourself ready for your night ahead, starting with a long hot shower. You couldn't help but be intrigued on who she was. The customers that booked you had to have money, you weren't cheap, and the company you worked with was a very high brow type of organisation. Only the rich and famous were able to be a member of your place of work, and sometimes not even all of them were allowed to join. It was a very exclusive club. You had to be somebody, and even then you weren't always guaranteed to be a member.

You had to book months in advance to see certain ‘workers’ and you were one of them, you were one of the best after all. Even, you didn't find out anything until that day, like the message you got this morning. Giving the customers the discretion they paid for.

After your shower you got yourself ready in the customer's desired outfit of choice. You got in your car and made your way to your destination, but not before covering yourself with your long brown trench coat of course. This view wasn't free. 

You pulled up to the gated fence. “Good evening, Miss Porsche.” The security guard who had been working there since even before you, smiled politely, opening the gates for you. ‘Miss Porsche’ wasn’t your name, he didn’t know your name, it’s what he called you as that was your car of choice. 

“Hey, Frank.” You nodded and smiled at him as you drove through the gates. You didn't know his name either, he just looked like a Frank and he never corrected you.

You drove up the pathway to the main entrance of the Victorian manor, parking your car in your usual spot.  You climbed the old wooden staircase, passing large golden floor length mirrors that draped the walls, mirrors that you had seen yourself in many times, in many different positions, from an array of sex parties.

You made your way to your room, you unlocked the door and got yourself ready. No one but the cleaners was allowed in your room. Everyone who worked here had their own private rooms, giving the customers full privacy. No one entered or left at the same time, it was a tight clock. 

You made sure the room was perfect, you had scented candles lit, making the room smell of vanilla and coconut, the lights dimmed low. The room was a naturally dark room, a four pillar wooden king size bed sat in the middle of it. The oak pillars stood tall giving it a royal feel to it. The small fire burning gave the room the perfect temperature, you wanted to keep your guest comfortable after all, there was nothing worse than a cold room when having sex. You looked over her checklist once more, smirking as you read it. You had a feeling you were going to have fun with her. 

That's when you heard a knock on the door. Show time.

“Enter.” You called out.

The door opened with a young woman standing behind one of the “Toys” Both their faces half covered with masquerade masks. The ‘toys’ were like house butlers but half naked, they greeted the guests on arrival and escorted them in and out of the building. They confiscated phones or any kind of device that could record, you wanted your privacy to. They were in charge of taking the customers to change out of their clothes and into something more appropriate, and into the robes provided. They were young apprentices, shall we say. They got the name ‘toy’ because they were ‘played’ with constantly by workers like you in the best kind of way, of course, they were like shiny new toys, hence the name. You and other workers taught them the ways of your work, they were literally learning on the job.

“You, come in.” You pointed at your partner for the night. She hesitantly took a step forward into your room. 

“Leave us.” you said to the ‘toy’.  She took a step back, closing the door behind her. 

You locked the door, giving yourself and your guest privacy. You turned around to see the blonde woman standing straight ahead, her body looked rigid, most of them did when they first entered. 

“Take off your robe.” You said it softly, but with a dominant tone.

The blonde took a deep breath and removed her robe down to her waist, she was nervous to take it completely off. But that's why you were there.

“All of it.” You demanded.

She took another deep breath and allowed the clothing to drop to the floor. You smiled.

You took a good look at her body, she was stunning. She was wearing a beautiful, very expensive looking red laced set that complimented her olive skin perfectly. You could tell she worked out, her muscles in her back alone were impressive. Your eyes drifted down to her pretty perky arse, her red thong sat neatly between her cheeks and fuck, it was perfect. You had the urge to slap those perfect cheeks and watch them jiggle, but that could wait, you had 12 hours to play with her. 

You could see she had tattoos scattered across her skin, her blonde hair flowing down her back was covering parts of the art. Her muscles were tensing beneath her skin, you could see she was nervous, you wanted her in many ways, but nervous was not one of them.

You stepped closer to her, gently touching her shoulder, she jumped at the contact. 

“Oh we don't want that, no need to be nervous around me.” You purred.

You finally stepped in front of her, and you nearly lost your own nerve. Even with the mask you knew who she was. The women standing in front of you was none other then Alexia fucking Putellas. Fuck.

You didn't have many celebrity crushes, you weren't really one to obsess over the latest hot new movie star. But, you were a sucker for a female footballer. And in some sick twist of fate, the one you lusted over most was standing half naked right in front of you. Ready to be dominated.

You prided yourself on being a professional, you have seen many faces that you recognised in this room before, faces you saw in films, in music, even in politics. You had never batted an eyelid. You would even use it as part of your play with them. Use it as a tool to either put them down or build them up, depending on the service of course. 

You were a little taken back when you recognised her, you nearly fatered, nearly. But you were a professional, this was your job, but god, this was going to be hard. 

You stepped closer to the Spaniard, you put your finger under her chin and lifted her head slightly, making her look at you. “You’re a pretty little thing aren't you?.” You smirked.

The blonde casted her hazel eyes to the floor, a small smile at her lips. “Thank you.” She said quietly. 

You were a bit shocked to see the footballer so timid. On social media she seemed a lot more confident, but you knew more than most people that not everyone was the same in and outside of the bedroom. 

You looked over her body one last time, before you left her where she stood. You sat on the end of the king size bed, spreading your legs wide. 

“Come here my pretty pet.” You point to the space between your legs.

Alexia looks between your legs and back up at you, almost scared to be caught looking. She starts to walk but you stop her.

“No. Not like that. On your hands and knees, crawl. You’re my pretty pet.” You smirked devilishly at her. 

She looked a little taken back but she got on her hands and knees like you said and crawled to you. Her perfect arse swaying as she did. You felt a little excitement in your stomach at the view, but you knew you had to keep it professional. Crush or no crush. She was still your guest.

You looked down at the girl between your legs, she kept her head down, you watched her hazel eyes look everywhere but at you. Even behind the gold mask you could see she was still nervous. You gently placed your hand on her cheek, she leaned into your palm instantly. You were definitely going to have fun with her tonight. 

“I like the name 'Pretty pet' for you, you are so very pretty. Are you going to be a good, pretty pet for me?” 

She nodded. That wouldn't do. You grabbed her chin, her cheeks were squashed between your fingers pushing her lips out.

“When I ask you a question I want a verbal answer.”

“Sí. Yes, s-sorry.” She stuttered.

You roughly released her face, leaning back from her. 

“You’re not the queen in this room, do you understand?”

“Yes.” She nodded.

“Good. In fact you will refer to me as Miss Queen.” 

“Yes, Miss Queen.” She nodded.

You smiled. “Good, I like an obedient pet. Let's take this mask off you. We don’t need it anymore.” You untied the mask and removed it from her. Finally seeing her full face, she was even more beautiful in real life.

You take your time looking at her, this stunning woman in front of you was specifically here for you, for her pleasure. 

With this kind of job it was easy for it to get to your head. You have someone paying thousands to specifically spend a night with you, just to fulfill their own sexual needs. But you had learnt from early on that it wasn't just a sex thing, it was almost like a therapy session for your guest, something they needed. Fantasies that society made them feel weird for wanting, so they seeked out their pleasures privately. It was a safe space for you and them, a place where nothing would be used against them. And if you were rich and famous then it was the perfect space for you. And you were there to provide that service for them.

You smiled down at the girl below you, you caught her eyes on your sex, her hazel eyes locked with your own, she looked embarrassed to be caught red handed.

“Like what you see, pretty pet?”

She nodded. “Yes, very much Miss Queen.”

You hummed. “My thighs need some attention, give it to them.” 

“Yes, Miss Queen.” Alexia shuffled closer on her knees. She started to place gentle kisses on your skin, your leather boots covered half of your thighs, only giving her lips space closer to your pussy, not that you minded. She began to use her tongue, slowly licking and sucking on your flesh. You leaned back, stroking her hair, watching the girl beneath you. You watched as her tongue darted out, and then her lips would suck. She got closer to your pussy, as she sucked at the crease of where your thigh and leather suit met. 

You let out a sigh.“That's good my pretty pet. I can see your pretty mouth can work, I’ll definitely enjoy that later. Stand up” 

Alexia stood in front of you, her red lingerie hugged her body perfectly. You stood up right in front of her, even with your heels she had the height leverage, not that it mattered. Not in this room.

“Stay facing the bed. Put your hands up.” 

Alexia did what she was told. You grabbed the restraints that were hanging from the top of the beds banister above her head, you secured her wrists to the restraints, keeping her in place. You walked over to your draw of toys, looking specifically for a certain item. You smirked as you found it. 

You walked over to her, the accessory in your hand. Her beautiful body was tense, as her muscles in her arms and shoulders flexed from the position. You stepped closer to her, enjoying your view up close. You pressed your body against hers, her own body tensed instantly on feeling you. You were close enough to smell her perfume, it smelt expensive. 

“I’m going to give you 10 lashes and the only thing I want to hear coming from your mouth is ‘Thank you Miss Queen.’ Understood?”

“Yes, Miss Queen.” 

“Good, if you’re a good girl for me, you’ll be rewarded. Does that sound good, my pretty pet?” 

“Yes Miss Queen, thank you.”

“Perfect. Let’s begin.” You kissed her shoulder, Your eyes roamed her pretty arse, her perfect pretty arse. Just waiting to be red like her thongs. You brought the black leather paddle board up, and lashed it across her cheeks. 

Crack. “Thank you Miss Queen.” She took the first hit well. You brought down the paddle again, watching her arse shake from the impact. 

Crack. She hissed out. “Thank you Miss Queen.”

You got to the 8th slap, and her body was shaking, her breathing was hard. 

“You are doing so well, you’re such a good pet.” 

“Thank you Miss Qu- ahh!….Queen.” Crack. 9th hit.

“Last one. It's a shame, I enjoy watching your pretty arse shake.” You smirked.

It was the last one and your hardest one. Her head flew back, as her body shook from the feeling of your paddle. “T-thank you, Miss queen.”

You knelt down and gave both her cheeks a delicate kiss. Humming as you did. “Thank you, pretty pet. I'm going to have so much fun with your arse.” You peppered her cheeks with your lips. She slightly flinched from the sensation, her arse was more than likely on fire, but she still signed in pleasure.

You took a step back, looking over her red cheeks. “You’re just perfect aren't you? Turn around, let me see you.” Alexia turned her body, now standing in front of you, her face was flushed, her cheeks a cute shade of pink. Her red lingerie hugged her body perfectly, but as pretty as it was it needed to come off.

You took a step closer to her, your face inches from hers. You looked between your bodies smiling. “Thank you for making such an effort for me tonight, pretty pet.” You glided your fingers over her bra, you could feel her erect nipple through the thin fabric. 

Alexia suddenly became shy at the compliment, it embarrassed her that you knew she tried to make an effort, buying the outfit specifically for tonight, for you. 

You gently cupped her chin like you did earlier. You moved your lips inches from hers, you could see the desperation in her eyes. “Even though you look so pretty in your lingerie, I want to see all of you.”

“Please.” She begged.

You gripped her face tighter. “Are you losing your manners, pet?” 

She shook her head as much as she could with your tight grip. “No. Sorry, Miss Queen. I’m sorry.”

You smiled at her, your eyes glazing over her lips. “Good. Don’t upset me.” 

You untied her from the restraints and removed her bra from her chest, revealing a beautiful pair of breasts.

“Pretty girl.” You whispered. 

You slowly took her left nipple into your mouth, sucking on the perked flesh. Her head tilted back as a quiet moan escaped her lips. Just like she did before, she moved closer to your touch, desperate to feel you. A simple gesture like that made you understand the kind of touch she needed tonight. You moved over to the other side, gently squeezing her tight bud between your teeth, earning you a beautiful moan. 

You released her nipples with a wet pop from your lips. “Turn around, get on the bed. I want that pretty arse in the air.”

Alexia got on the bed, shuffling on her knees, just like you told her to. You went back to your draw of toys, looking for the item you had in mind. Once you found the object, you accompanied it with a bottle of lube.

You turned around to see a truly pornagraphic site. Alexia had her arse in the air, her face down on the bed waiting for your next command. You stood behind her, greedily looking over her body. You stroked her thighs, making her jolt at your delicate touch. You moved your hands up to her red thongs and peeled the skimpy fabric down her thighs. 

Wow.

The girl was drenched, you watched as her shiny streaks of wetness clung to her lips, as you removed the clothing. You felt your mouth water at the sight, you let out your own appreciative groan. Of all the female footballers that could have been in your room tonight it had to be the one you lusted over the most, the one that you literally pictured in this room many times. Now here she was. All wet and waiting.

Alexia heard your moan, it made her chest swell with pride. It felt like she had done something right for you. 

“Look at you, you may have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen.” You smiled as you took a swipe from her wet lips. You lifted your wet finger to your mouth and smeared her essence on your lips, like she was your own personal lip gloss. 

You groaned. “Fuck, she taste pretty too, what a sweet little thing you are.”

Alexia moaned from your words, you could tell the girl was starting to visibly relax.

“I’m going to play with your pretty little arse for a little bit. I have a beautiful red diamond plug that I think will suit you perfectly.”

“Yes, Miss Queen. I’d like that.” her voice trembled.

You had a feeling you knew why Alexia had booked with you, it was always the same. People who booked with you who were always in a leading role, a job that everyone counted on you to make the decisions. The people who got the most blame for a mistake that wasn't even theirs, it was just because they were the main face that they would get the most backlash. And with jobs like that they were always in charge, so coming here was a break, a release from the stress. They didn't get to make any decisions here.

You smirked as you covered the plug generously with lube, but not without covering your fingers too. You slowly started to ease one finger into her tight hole. Her breathing picked up straight away, small moans left her mouth as you got the tip of your finger past her tight muscles. “Such a good girl.” 

She moaned at your words. Her back arched as she felt your finger slowly ease depper in, she clearly wasn't a stranger to this, you couldn't help imagine her outside this room and in your own bed training her arse to stretch. After some slow and gentle pushing your knuckle was pressing into her hole. You allowed her to get used to the feeling, ever so slowly moving your finger in and out, stretching her out. Her soft moans were beautiful, you watched as she held onto the bed sheets needing something to hold.

You stroked her back with your free hand. “So good.” She pressed her arse back into you, she was definitely a praise kink kind of girl. Your favourite kind of girl. After a while of manipulating her hole, you slowly removed your finger and began to ease the shiny but plug.

“You’re so good, taking this like a pro. You’ve done this before haven’t you? Hmm? You like your pretty arse played with.”

“Sííí. Sí M-miss Queen.” Alexia groaned.

“I thought so. Such a dirty pet.” 

Finally the plug was sitting perfectly between her cheeks. You looked down proudly at your work, a red gem next to her red cheeks. Another shiney substance caught your eye, that’s when you noticed her juices had dribbled halfway down her thighs. 

“Oh my poor pretty pet, you've made such a mess of yourself.” You said it with a hint of tease to your voice. “Let me clean you up.” 

You got on your knees in front of Alexia’s thighs, you dipped your head closer and ran your tongue up each strong thigh, catching her body's juices. Alexia let out a groan at the feeling of your tongue, cleaning her up. You had tasted many girls in your time but wow, Alexia was something special. You sucked and licked on her skin, you grabbed her cheeks as she began to push backwards, clearly wanting your tongue somewhere else.

“Ohh she's a desperate girl.” Your voice was teasing.

She really was, Alexia had been looking forward to this appointment for months, she found out about this establishment through a friend of a friend, and when she came across your profile she enquired instantly. 

You began to kiss up close to her sex, her lips were dripping. You slowly moved closer to where she wanted you most, but teased her with purposefully slow kisses, inch by inch getting closer. You smirked as you heard her breathing getting quicker. Ever so gently you kissed her lips, your own lips topped back up with the beautiful gloss that was Alexia. 

A whimper dripped from the girl's mouth, god she was desperate. You could tell she needed this. You kissed her again, this time you pushed your tongue past her lips and into her velvety folds, finally having her on your tongue. You weren't ready for the filthy groan she let out, making your own pussy throb. 

You lapped a few times before you began to eat her out properly, your tongue stroking teasingly at her hole, but not once touching her clit. She tried to open her legs further, but her thongs still on her thighs only allowed her so far. 

As much as it pained you to do, you pulled away from her. You wanted to have more fun with her before she was allowed to come. But of course she protested when you stopped. 

“Please Miss Queen. I’ve been so good.”

Fuck. Alexia begging was music to your ears. “You have been good, so good, but I’m not done playing with you.”

The blonde let out a moan, but before she could even finish your hand smacked her arse. Making her yelp.

“Lay on the bed, on your front now!” You put on your most dominant voice. 

The girl couldn't move quicker, she laid on her front waiting for you. You pulled her thongs down off her thighs, freeing her legs. “Put your arms up near your head.” You commanded.

She did as she was told. You grabbed her hands and locked her wrist in the restraints attached to the front of bed. Her naked body laid there waiting for you. The red gem between her cheeks caught your eye as you approached her.

“I’m sorry, Miss Queen. I j-just. Your tongue feels so good.” 

You stroked her hair from her neck, you moved closer to her ear, licking the shell as you did. “You wont get me tongue if you carry on being a brat. Is that what you want?”

Panic set in her eyes. “No, no. Please. I’m sorry, Miss Queen. Ho sento molt” 

You hadn’t prepared yourself for Alexia speaking in Catalan. You felt yourself becoming wet again, but you gritted your teeth and held down your own hornyness for now. You grabbed a fistfull of her hair and yanked her head up. “Make me angry one more time. I promise you won't like it.”

You released the hold on her hair and walked over to the candles on the side, picking up one in particular. This one had a lip on the side for a certain use. You walked back over, your heels hitting the wooden floor boards with purpose. You climbed on the bed and sat just below Alexias arse. 

“Make sure to breathe, baby girl.” 

“Yes, Miss Queen.” The Spaniard breathed out.

You tilted the candle slowly on its side and watched as the hot melted red wax dripped over her back, she cried out as the burning liquid came into contact with her skin. 

The noises she let out made your own eyes roll back. Alexia was writhing underneath you. The hot sensation of the wax made every nerve in her body scream. It felt like a bolt of electricity had coursed through her skin, she gasped as she felt more drips gather just above her cheeks, the feeling was intoxicating, she could feel her cunt pulsate from the burn. 

“I would normally gag my pet but the noises you make are delicious.” 

“Graci-gr- ….aghh. Thank you. Th-ank you, Queen.” 

Her accent had become thicker, she was clearly struggling to form her words, you loved it. You didn't even care that she messed up. “Hmm, such a good, pretty pet.” You moved the candle away, you watched as the blonde breathed hard beneath you. You climbed off her, putting the candle back on the side.

You went into your dresser to get your next prop. “You ready to be a good girl? Be my good, pretty pet?” You began to remove your corset, the Spaniard's hazel eyes popped open comically as your corset hit the floor, she watched you like a hawk. You were now completely naked other than your thigh high boots. You slinked over to her, she was still trapped by the restraints, unable to move. 

“Sí Miss Queen, I want to be your good girl, please.” Her voice was raspy. 

You smiled as you stroked her hair, she was such a good submissive, it nearly took your breath away. You began to attach your item in your hand around her neck. She watched you closely, her hazel eyes were dripping with want, she looked at you like she wanted to devour you. As much as she was a sub you could tell she could switch it up. The look she gave you almost made you nervous, almost.

You untied her from her wrist restraints but she was now attached to a new type of restraint. “Come pretty girl. Follow me. I think you deserve a treat.” You smiled devilshy at her, and she smiled back, fuck, this girl was breaking your resolve. You watched as Alexia followed you, you held the lead in your hand that was now attached to her neck. You walked backwards watching her movements. My god what a sight it was.

You walked in front of the lit fireplace, and stood in front of the big black leather chair. A chair fit for a queen. You gently pulled the blonde closer by her lead, just shy of your mouth. You could feel her heavy breathing on your lips. You smirked up at her, her hazel eyes were locked on to your mouth. She truly was beautiful. 

You slowly inched impossibly closer to her mouth, your lips millimetres from touching hers. You scraped her hair back gently and slowly attached your lips to hers, kissing her for the first time tonight. You kept it slow, her lips were so delicate and soft. You were exploring her mouth the way you wanted, you gently dipped your tongue past her lips, earning you the cutest groan. 

Alexia could kiss, her mouth fit perfectly against yours, both enjoying the feeling of the other. She delicately slipped her tongue in your mouth, you allowed it as it was still the pace you set. Her skilful tongue danced over your own, making you groan. She clearly liked that she was able to pull a noise from you, as she made small muffled noises that made you want to throw her on the bed and fuck her relentlessly. 

That's when she forgot her place.

You felt her hand come up to touch your hip slightly squeezing you, just as she decided to push her tongue further, trying to control the kiss. You pulled away, her eyes were still closed as she tried to chase your lips. You chuckled at her neediness, but really you just wanted to give her anything she wanted. Fuck. Get it together. 

You pulled her lead again close to your mouth, eyeing her up. “Has someone forgotten who's in charge here?” Before she could answer you pulled her leash harder. She gasped from the jolt. “Because I know for a fucking fact it isnt you.” That knocked her down a peg, but you knew you'd give it to her later. She knew it too. 

“I’m sorry, Miss Queen, your mouth is perfecte.”

You pulled the lead, making her pant. “On your knees, pretty pet.” She obeyed and slowly dropped to her knees, never taking her eyes off of you. The glow from the fire illuminated half of her face, causing her hazel eyes to glow a golden colour, making her look even more beautiful. She stared up at you like you were some kind of god, like she was ready to drop any religion she believed in before tonight and worship you instead.

You sat on the leather chair, spreading your legs wide. Her eyes went straight to your core, she saw instantly how wet you were, causing an excited look to flash across her face. Her mouth was slightly parted; you didn't miss the way her tongue darted out, wetting her kiss swollen lips. You let out a deep sigh as you leaned back into the seat, making yourself comfy, your cocky bravado on full show. You lent your hand under your chin, a devilish smile plastered your face. You looked at the girl sitting in front of you, she was a completely different girl from the one who walked in this room tonight. There were no nerves in sight, no more tense muscles, and you hadnt even fucked her yet. You gently pulled the lead to get her attention, as she was still unashamedly gazing at your wet lips. 

“Are you ready for your treat, pretty girl?” 

She nodded quickly. “Sí, sí. Please Miss Queen, I’m ready.”

You smirked. “Good. You’ve made me a bit of a mess. Come and clean me up.” 

She shuffled closer to you on her hands and knees, you placed your heel on her back to rest and to remind her who was in charge. You jerked the lead just before she could inch any closer to you.

“Do not stop until I tell you to.” 

“Sí, Miss Queen.” Her voice was desperate.

“Clean me up.” 

She began to kiss up your thigh, but made quick work of it, clearly impatient as her tongue was on your clit a lot quicker than you wanted. You yanked the leash, moving her away from you.

“Do not rush. Do not make me warn you again, or you'll be tied up and spanked until you can no longer feel your skin. Do you understand?”

She bit her lip in remorse, and once again it nearly made you slip, this girl was driving you crazy and you had a feeling she knew it too. “Ho sento, Miss Queen.” She kissed your thigh gently.

“Good, get back to it. Make sure to swallow, don’t waste a drop.” You pulled her closer by the leash, not giving her time to respond. This time her lips were slow on your thighs, licking and sucking gently. She took small bites on your flesh, making you grit your teeth. “Good girl.” You rewarded her. Her golden eyes looked up at you, clearly happy to be praised again. She kept her eyes glued to yours as her tongue finally made contact with your wet lips. You made a point not to react, she was going to have to work for this. You didn’t want her to get any more cocky than she already was. 

Did it annoy Alexia? Yes. She knew she was good with her tongue, actually if she was being honest she was amazing with her tongue. When she saw you didn't even flinch it jarred her, she didn't really know why but she wanted to prove herself to you, but she didn't mind putting on a show for you. She dipped her tongue into your cunt and up your folds, soaking her tongue in your juices, she leaned slightly back so you could see just how wet you were. 

You watched as your shiny wet streaks clung from her tongue to your core, she looked at you as she greedily licked your arousal into her mouth and swollowed. Fuck, this was going ot be hard. She got to work on pleasuring you, lapping her tongue through your velvet folds, her eyes closed in concentration, slurping and swallowing your juices. The sight before you was breathtaking, you had Alexia Putellas on her hands and knees eating you out like she had a point to prove. 

The fire's flames licked over her body, her olive skin was glowing from the small blaze. She moved her tongue higher, you couldn't hold the moans any longer as her talented tongue toyed with your clit. You brought your hand into her blonde hair, pushing her head closer. She groaned from the touch, happy to feel your contact. 

“Quite a talented mouth you have on you. You feel so good, pretty pet.” You praised her.

You pushed her further into your pussy, she was building you up quicker then you normally would like, but a part of you didnt care, she felt too good, and she was definitely making a point. She sucked gently on your swollen bundle of nerves, your hand in her hair getting tighter as she sucked and licked. You could feel the coil in the bottom of your stomach start to build. Your moans only pushed Alexia further, wanting so badly to make you come. As your pleasure built you heard a small noise come from the girl below you, she started to fucking whimper as she suckled on your erect clit. You looked down at her, her eyes were closed as her head bobbed up and down between your legs. 

“You’re such a good, pretty pet. I’m going to come in your pretty mouth. S-so good. So fucking good.” You rasped out.

Her noises alone made your hips start to move, you began to push into her mouth, she had the most perfect suction on your bundle of nerves. You pulled on her leash to get her closer, her whimpering getting louder as your hips moved against her tongue. The heated wave of your orgasm rushed through your body, you grabbed her head, needing her to stay exactly where she was, you pushed her impossibly closer as she sucked on your clit. Her name was on the tip of your tongue, as you shakily whimpered out, but you were able to hold it down. 

Alexia was in heaven, she felt your juices seep out and coat her tongue. She swallowed you down like you told her to, her own head swelled at seeing you so out of breath. She stayed on her hands and knees, lapping you up. You were sensitive but you allowed her to stay on, you watched her tongue lick between your folds, it wasn't long before she coaxed another orgasm out of you, making you completely fall apart. 

You let out a shaky breath as you moved her head away. You hated to admit it but no one had ever made you come like her, most of the time your guest wasn't even able to make you come, let alone twice. You watched as the blonde sat on her heels, her mouth was smeared with your essence, she smiled up at you, clearly happy with herself. 

You chuckled. “Wow. Not just talented on the pitch then are you.” 

You saw the glint flash in her eyes at the praise, she broke out in a genuine smile, a smile that melted your insides, fuck sake. You would only praise her from now on if that's how she reacted. But you still had to remind her who was boss.

“Come pretty girl, unzip my boots.” 

Alexia unzipped your boots, pulling them off you and placing them to the side.

“Up.” You snapped.

You both stood up, you were glad to be out of your heels as your legs felt like jelly as you stood.

“Come pretty pet.” You pulled on the leash and Alexia followed. 

You snapped your fingers, pointing to the middle of the bed. “On your back, arms up.”

Alexia did what she was told and climbed on top of the bed with her arms up.

You heard a small gasp come from the girl. “A mirror?” She smirked. 

You had a large mirror placed under the roof of the bed, so your guest had a view from the angle on their back. 

You smiled. “Best view in the house.”

You attached her wrist to the restraints on the bed, making sure they were tight. You could feel her eyes watching your every move. You untied the leash around her neck, you wrapped your fingers gently around her neck and squeezed her throat, earning you a whimper. 

“Hmm, I love the sounds you make.” You gently squeezed again. 

She moved forward trying to connect her lips to yours, and you gave in, gently kissing her. If that’s what she wanted then that’s what she would get.

The Spaniard was giddy, you could see she was excited. And so was you. You walked over to your drawer of goodies and grabbed the harness you wanted, you slipped it on with the 8 inch dark navy dick attached to it. Alexia was staring at you, her muscular thighs were already rubbing together. 

“Is someone desperate?” You teased.

“Sí, Miss Queen. I-I need you.” 

“You need me? Hmm, la Reigna needs me?” 

“Sí, so bad. My queen.” 

“Hmm I like that.” You chuckled. 

You covered the strap with lube, and made your way over to the bed. You sat kneeled at Alexia's legs that were closed.

You eyed her up. “Open.” 

She almost looked hesitant to do it, but she did, she shakily opened her legs and you nearly forgot how to speak. She was dripping wet. You felt your core tighten just at the sight. The red diamante plug was covered in her wetness, what a sight to see.

You smirked deviously.. You pushed her legs open wider. “You’re a messy kind of girl aren’t you?”

“I-I don’t normally. I’ve never been this wet before.” She said it so quietly it nearly broke your heart. 

You rubbed her thighs soothingly “That's okay my pretty girl. It’s exactly how I want you.” 

She smiled, letting out air that was stuck in her lungs. 

You moved your hand to her soaking wet entrance and circled her clit. 

“Merda.” She husked out. 

You watched her face as you ran your fingers through her folds, just feeling her, remembering her, she moaned and wiggled under your touch. Then without warning you pushed two fingers inside her. The groan she let out made your pussy clench. She closed her eyes, her mouth gaped open from the sudden intrusion. You allowed her to get used to you before stroking your fingers in and out. 

You slowly rubbed your thumb on her erect clit, causing the blonde to tense on your fingers, you could feel her walls already starting to shake. You dipped your head and replaced your thumb with your mouth, wrapping your lips around her swollen pink head. 

Alexia’s moan was pornagraphic, her hips came off the mattress, her back arched as you suckled on her.   

“Please, déu mio.” Her eyes were screwed shut as she begged. You moved your fingers harder in her, making sure to hit that beautiful g spot of hers. Your tongue eagerly lapped at her clit, flicking it, pushing her closer. Her wetness was seeping into your mouth, almost making it hard to breathe, you swallowed as you sucked, making sure she could hear your throat gulp her juices down.

It didn’t take long before her body started to completely shake, she pulled her arms on the restraints, wanting so badly to touch you. She would normally have some kind of control when a girl was in between her legs. She felt her muscles tighten as her body tipped over the edge, she came hard, she cried out as her body rutted against your mouth.   

You kept your mouth on her until it was too much, she faintly cried out. “I can’t take anymore.” You reluctantly moved your head away, kissing her thighs on the way up. You sat up, your mouth gleaming with her essence. You lined yourself up to her entrance, one hand on her thigh, one hand holding the 8 inch appendage. You started to tease her entrance.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You.”

“What do you want from me, pretty pet?”

“To fuck me, hard.” She huffed.

“Hmm I don’t know if you can take it.” Your voice was teasing.

“I can take it.” She rolled her eyes and smirked. 

“Hmm, but do you deserve it?”

“Yes. I’ve been so good. Please.” God she was desperate

“You’re so needy aren't you? Such a needy pretty girl.”

“Sí. I need you so bad.” Her voice was straining now.

“Tonight this pussy is mine, got it?” You circled her clit gently.

“S-sí, it's yours.” She moaned.

“You are mine, isn't that right pretty pet?” 

“Sí, I'm all yours. All y-yours, I belong to you.” She husked out. Her eyes were full of lust, her face and cheeks blushing red, her hair was a slight mess. She looked perfect. “Please amore.” 

You smiled at the term of endearment. “Only because you asked so nicely “Ready?”

“Sí, please. Sí us plau fot-me.” 

You slowly pushed the head of the dick into her core, watching it enter her inch by inch. She started to let out small gasps as the girthy dick stretched her out, it almost felt too much, the air felt cold as it left her lungs. 

“Breath, baby girl.” You didn't move, you were only half way in but you allowed her to get used to the thickness of you. You watched her take a few deep breaths, and her body relaxed. She lifted her hips for you to keep going. You squeezed her thighs as you began to push deeper, her whimpers were errotic, the noises this girl made were something you wish you could have heard every damn day.

You slowly began to pump your hips, you were kneeling between her legs, able to watch and move at the pace you wanted. You couldn't stop staring as you sunk in and out of her, her pussy swallowing each thrust. You began to move faster, her moans becoming louder as you stretched her out. 

You placed your hands on the back of her thighs for support as you started to really fuck her. The sounds of her moaning and wet pussy were filling the room. You pushed her legs further to her chest and began to move your hips at a relentless speed. She tried to moan but no sound came out, your hips were moving like they were on speed. 

“Perfect girl. So perfect. Taking my dick so well.”

Alexia just had to lay there and take the rough pounding you gave her, watching you fuck her in the mirror above, her hands were still restrained above her head. She tried to respond but she was a mess of filthy moans. Her face was pure bliss as you hit deep in her tight walls, pushing her body deep into the mattress below, as you pressed your body into hers.

You were close to her face now, you kissed her roughly, she was just about able to form a kiss, you sucked on her lower lip and sunk your teeth into her plump flesh, causing her to whimper. You let go of one of her legs and moved your hand to her throat, wrapping your fingers around her neck. You squeezed with just enough pressure to hear her moan slip into a broken cry.

You could have stayed like this all night, if her body would allow it, just watching her face as she was fucked by you, you could feel your clit throbing from the site. You kept your pace up for a while, you felt your body start to sweat, making both your skin stick, the fire in the room was definitely keeping you warm.

That's when you felt her legs begging to shake, she wrapped them around your waist pulling you deeper, her moans became high, her head flung back into the pillow. You leaned into her ear.

“That's it, pretty girl, let that pretty pussy come over my dick. You’ve been so good, taking me so well.”

You thrusted faster, you grabbed her face and kissed her, her whimpers vibrated on your lips, her eyes were shut as her body started to rut. “Estic venint!” You were glad you knew enough Catalan to understand that was a good thing. Her body shook as she came, you kissed her as her body became dead weight. You dropped her legs and gently pulled out of her. You wanted her in a new position, not caring about her protests.

“Turn around.” 

Before she could even move you moved her body for her, you brought her hips up in the air, putting her on her knees. The ruby coloured plug was still in place. You didn't wait around, you sunk your dick inside her, right until your thighs were slotted with hers.

Alexia's eyes rolled into the back of her head, the pressure from the plug in this position was a whole different feeling, she could feel your dick pressing against the plug between her walls, the pressure was amazing. She didn’t have time to get used to it, you began to fuck her hard. 

You pushed her head down as your hips slapped her cheeks on every thrust, you thought you’d heard her moan before, but nothing compared to this. She gripped the bed sheets as you went to town, her moaning made your own eyes roll. You stole a glance upwards at the mirror above, you watched her cheeks slap roughly against your thighs, your clit was rubbing perfectly against the base of the strap. You looked down at the ruby plug sparkling between her cheeks, your eyes then panned to the blue dildo, working in and out of her pussy. You smirked to yourself, they were the colours of Barcelona's kit. 

Alexia was mumbling and moaning in the bed sheets below, you could make out some words, most of it in Catalan, swearing and gibberish. You pushed deeper, feeling a perfect spot for your clit, you could feel the warm pressure in your stomach begin to rise, but Alexia was already close. Her legs began to shake again, her moaning becoming high pitched. 

“No baby, wait for me.” You demanded.

“I-I can’t” She groaned.

You slapped her arse hard. “You will.” 

But it was too late, Alexia tried when she heard you but the slap of the arse may have been the thing to push her. She came hard around your dick, her choked moaning was loud, her throat would definitely hurt tomorrow. She realised what she did, apologising instantly.

“I’m, I’m sorry. I didn't mean to I - merdaaa!” 

You started to thrust again, not caring about how sensitive she was, she disobeyed you, she would have to wait for you to come now.

“You’re going to take it until I come. Do you hear me?” Your voice was harsh.

“Sí, sí I’m sorry.”   

Your hips went at a back breaking pace. Alexia started to moan, her body was in complete overdrive. You pushed her closer to the head board, where her restraints were attached, and pulled her body up so her back was against your front. You sunk your teeth into her neck as you fucked her, the wet noises coming from her pussy were filthy. She whimpered at the pleasurable pain from your teeth and your dick thrusting into her. She was so sensitive, it was a lot, her whole body was vibrating, thrumming from the pressure between her legs. 

She gritted her teeth as you used her body to come. She knew she could say the safe word and you would immediately stop but it turned her on knowing she was being used in this way. And yeah, that she maybe disobeyed your orders on purpose to be a brat, so what. 

You pulled her right up against your body, you grabbed her throat holding her neck giving you full access. You began to suck and bite on her pulse points, feeling her heartbeat thump under your tongue. Your hips never stopped, her whimpers and cries were right in your ear, pushing you to the edge. 

“So good. Your moans are so fucking good.” 

She couldn't respond Alexia was teetering on her 3rd orgasm of the night, and you were right behind her (literally) You felt her legs shake, you pushed your fingers on her clit, rubbing her at a furious rate. You pushed her down at the head board to grab. You leaned into her putting the pressure you needed on your clit. You felt the rush of your pleasure sweep through your body as you came against the strap, you grinded against her pushing your orgasm right to the edge. Your fingers stopped on Alexia as you caught your breath.

“Please, please don’t stop.” Alexia begged.

You chuckled roughly into her ear, making her shiver. “You are such a good girl, such a good pretty girl.” 

You picked the pace back up and rubbed on her erect, sensitive clit, you brought her back up against your chest, both your bodies were slick with sweat, it didn't take long before she started to scream, she threw her head back, you captured her lips in a fierce kiss. That's when you felt a gush of water splash against your legs, Alexia had squirted all over your dick. This night was only getting better.

“M-merda.” She was completely out of breath.

You laughed softly, gathering her hair in one hand and blowing air on her sweaty neck. You both just stayed there catching your breath. 

“I’m going to pull out okay?” 

“Sí, slowly please.” 

“Of course.” You kissed her shoulder as you gently pulled out. You climbed off the bed and unlocked the Spaniard from the restraints. She fell to the mattress, clearly exhausted from your activities. It made you smile. You walked into the onsweet bathroom and started to run a bath. You put plenty of lavender soak in to make it bubbly, and started to light the candles that sat alongside the bath. You came back in to see Alexias hooded eyes looking at you, a satisfied smile plastered her face. 

“Looks like my pretty pet is all fucked out.” You smiled playfully.

She let out a throaty laugh. “Hmm, no. I think you are.” 

Your smirk was sadistic. “No honey, why do you think you still have the plug in?” 

Before Alexia could respond you grabbed her by the legs and turned her arse to the edge of the bed. You knelt to your knees and started to suck on her clit. She cried out her hands grabbing the sheets, too scared to touch you in case you stopped. Her body was so sensitive she was already guiding towards her 4th orgasm, you pushed two fingers into her core, at a fast rate. The blonde let out a throaty moan from the pace. You brought your other hand to her arse and began to push the plug in and out of her whole. That's when her hand did find your hair. But you allowed it.

You felt her legs start to shake, you sucked and licked at her very swollen, very sensitive clit, your fingers still thrusting deep inside her cunt. That familiar sound of her whimpers started to drip from her mouth, those sweet beautiful sounds. She pushed your head down further into her. That's when you felt her pussy pulsate around your finger and at the same time you pulled the plug out of her arse. The Spaniard let out a deep throaty scream you hadn't heard tonight as she came completely undone, giving her a whole different kind of sensation.

Her chest heaved heavily as she struggled to catch her breath, you kissed her thighs as you came up from her between her legs. You got back on your feet looking down at the girl, smirking at the mess you made of her. You wiped your thumb across your lips, gathering her wetness, her eyes were on you now. You sucked her wetness off your thumb and winked.

“You may be my new favourite flavour.”

Alexia's mouth gaped open, she groaned as she covered her eyes and laughed. Her laugh was rough, probably from all the screaming she had done tonight. 

You quickly checked the bath and it was the perfect height, you turned the taps off and made your way back to Alexia. 

“Follow me.” You put your hand out for her to take and she eagerly did. You guided her to the bathroom on her jelly like legs and helped her into the hot tub. You tied her hair into a bun, and showed her where everything was, if she needed it.

“Just relax okay, I’m just going to get this room sorted, do you need anything? I’ll get us some water, but would you like anything specific?”

She looked to be thinking. “No, I’m good. Water is fine. Gracias.” She smiled. Her voice was hoarse. 

You nodded and smiled, you closed the door and called the number for room service. 

“....Thank you, yeah erm, let's have a selection please, great, thanks chef.”

The cleaners came and changed the sheets at a rapid speed. Once they were done you thanked them and returned to Alexia.

“Hello pretty pet, how are we doing?” You smiled at her.

This was also part of the package, the after care. It was just as important as the sex side of things, it could sometimes get rough in the sheets and the body and mind sometimes had a habit of going into a weird kind of emotional shock if not properly looked after.

You helped her wash her body and helped her out of the bath. You wrapped her up in a warm fluffy towel and walked her back into the room. “There's fresh pjs on the bed. You don't have to wear them.” You winked, and she giggled. Fuck. You felt your knees go weak. You continued. “Fresh water is just on the table. Relax and make yourself comfortable. You kissed her forehead. “I’m going to take a shower and once I'm done I have a special cream for your arse that I’m going to apply.” 

“Okay, thank you Miss Queen.” She smiled with teeth. What a completely different girl.

Once you were done you wrapped yourself in your robe and came back to the room. Alexia was watching TV laying on the bed completely naked. 

“No pjs for you?” You smirked playfully. “Would you like a preference for me?” 

“Oh erm, no, whatever you’re comfortable with. But I do like you naked.” She smiled shyly.

Just before you could answer, room service was at the door. You opened only enough to take the tray from the toy butler. 

You turned around with a silver tray with a variation of ice cream. Alexia looked over and smiled.

“What's this?” 

“For your throat, it helps trust me.” 

The smile that spread across her face was breathtaking. “Gracias. Thank you so much.” She beamed.

“That's okay. I asked for a couple of flavours, as I wasn’t sure, but if these aren't what you like I can ask for whatever you want.” 

“No this is perfect, thank you, Miss queen.”

You both ate ice cream naked, while you watched ‘The office’ on netflix, a completely different atmosphere settled in the room. Once you were done you left the bowls outside. 

“On your front, let me cream that perfect arse.” 

Alexia laughed and did what she was told. You gently applied the cream to her cheeks, it was a cream to make sure the blisters would heal. The blonde was close to falling asleep, yawning as you creamed. You laced kisses up from her cheeks up to her neck.

“Done. Are you ready for bed, pretty pet?”

She smiled with sleepy eyes. “Sí, thank you for that. It feels good.”

You got into bed and before you could ask, Alexia threw herself into your chest, laying her head just under your neck. You instantly held her closer, you could feel her warm breath on your skin, making you shiver.

“Is this okay?” She asked, her voice almost sounded worried.

“Definitely.” You kissed the top of her head. Both of you fell asleep in each other's arms.

The clock alarm went off the next morning, pulling you from your deep sleep. Alexia started to stir before you could turn it off. You had 3 hours left with the girl, it made your heart break a little. The blonde made a cute but very sexy groan as she stretched her body, she nuzzled her nose and lips into your neck. “Nu vull.” Her morning voice was raspy.

You laughed at the childlike version of Alexia. You kissed her head as you pulled her closer. You stayed there for a couple of minutes, stroking her back, feeling her soft skin under your fingertips. She let out a deep sigh as she moved her hips a little into your thigh that was between her own. You pushed your thigh deeper into her and to no surprise you were met with wetness. You smirked as you pushed deeper, making Alexia groan. 

“Is my pretty pet wet for me already?”

Her sleepy smile gave you butterflies that you knew had no right being there.

“Sí” She grinded her hips harder on your leg, making a point.   

You started to kiss her neck, making sure to kiss every spot, she smiled as she felt your lips press against her skin. You pushed her gently on her back and started to move down her body, you sucked and licked at her olive skin, you could smell the lavender on her skin from the bubble bath. You kissed at her nipples that were still soft, clearly not as awake as Alexia's other regions. You sucked the soft flesh into your warm mouth, you couldn't help but moan as you felt the nub begin to perk under your tongue. Alexia watched you as you worshiped her body, you sank further down in between her legs, her lips glistened with her morning arousal, it made your mouth water, you could feel your own wetness begin to pool between your legs from the sight alone.

You gently ran your tongue between her wet lips, Alexia groaned above you, her body waking up to the feeling of you. You were slow with it, just taking in her body, her flavour, her sounds, the way she bit her bottom lip when you sucked her in a certain way, the crease between her brows when you pushed your tongue inside her, lapping and drinking her down. Her hands laced your hair, you couldn't stop her, not when she looked so good, you also wanted her to do what she wanted, if this was the way she wanted things to go then you wouldn't stop her. 

She slowly began to move her hips, pushing herself deeping into your tongue. Her morning voice mixed with a ragged throat from last night made her moans sound rough. “La teva boca és perfecta.” She whispered, you watched her as your mouth worked against her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, just feeling you eat her out, she didn't mind that you were taking it slow, she loved the thought of you just being there, she was in heaven. A new wave of wetness dripped into your mouth every so often, you could hear how wet she was as you lapped at her folds. You gently wrapped your lips around her soft clit, sucking the nub into your mouth.

Her fingers laced your hair, pulling you closer, she began to make the cute little whimpers she did ash she got close. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” She begged. 

You didn't dare stop. You allowed her to gently fuck your face as she came in your mouth. She let out a deep groan as her legs clamped around your head. You stayed between her legs for most of the morning, sucking on her clit until she came 2 more times. When you finally released her she looked spent. Her face was a picture of bliss. 

You ordered room service for some actual breakfast, even though you wished eating pussy classed as a meal it wasn’t sustainable. You both sat out on the balcony of your room, in your robes as you ate your breakfast. You spoke about her upcoming match, in a week. Sometimes you dreaded these mornings with the women, they could sometimes be awkward, no matter how hard you tried, but it wasn't like that with Alexia, she was completely at ease.

She even asked about your work, only one other guest asked about it before, no one ever asked, it was like they became weird at the fact that they paid for this service, but didn’t mind when you was fucking them an hour before. Alexia looked to be deep in thought when you spoke about it, she asked so many questions and you didn't mind answering.

“So no sex with men?” She asked.

“Nope. Just punishment, name calling, make them clean my room. Things like that.” You drank your oj. 

“I see, this is good, no? They pay you, but they clean.” She giggled at her own joke.

You couldn't help but laugh at her, she was a completely different person from what you saw in the media, she was funny, gentle and a complete softy.

“I want to ride you.” She smirked into her glass as she said it.

But clearly she still had the confidence to take over a room. 

“You’re going to suck it first.” You winked.

10 minutes later you found yourself on your back with the goddess that she was, riding your dick, she moaned as she fucked herself. Once again it wasn’t rushed, her hips moved slowly on you. You pinched at her nipples as she whimpered at the sensation, her eyes never left yours, it felt like you were making love to her. It was different but it was nice, it was what she needed. You circled her clit gently, teasing her, you made her beg for it. You reminded her who she belonged to. You told her she had to think of you when she touched herself, to remind her that her pussy was yours. 

She came with a low groan, her throat sounded like it couldn't take anymore, her back arched, her head tilted back. You kissed her chest as she came down from her high. She helped you take the harness off and before you knew it her head was between your legs, you clit in between her lips. Just like you did, she was slow, painfully slow, you could feel her tongue exploring every crease of you. You came embarrassingly fast, but you couldn’t help it, Alexia had put some kind of spell on you. The second time wasn't so fast, her three fingers in you made you crumble beneath her, she kissed your mouth as you came, making you whimper into her lips. 

Your time with her was coming to an end, you called room service to bring up her bags. You both showered, together of course. You couldn't help but find your hands between her legs once more, pinning her to the shower wall as your fingers fucked her roughly. Her moaning bouncing in the tiled room sounded even better. 

You were both dressed now, you held her hands kissing her knuckles, you couldn't believe how quick the time had gone with her. 

“I don’t even know where to start. Thank you so much for everything.” The blonde smiled shyly. 

“You’re more than welcome. I’ve had a lot of fun with you.” You smirked.

“I don’t know if you would want to but I have some spare tickets for my gam -, No sorry. I don’t know why I said that. I - I - erh,”

You stopped her with a kiss. “I'd like that actually.”

Her eyes lit up. “Yeah?” Her cheeks blushed for a whole other reason.

“Yeah, you can get my details off the team. I’ll let them know I’m okay with it.” You smiled.

“Okay, great. I can't wait.” She kissed your cheek. 

“Yeah, Lucy Bronze is my favourite, I can't wait to see her.” You smirked.

She gave you a fake laugh and rolled her eyes. Smiling as she nudged you away. “Ha ha! So funny.” 

What was happening to you? You never allowed this but Alexia was something else, someone completely different, you genuinely liked the girl. 

“Good bye, my Queen” Alexia kissed your lips. 

You pulled back “Good bye la meva Reina.”

You opened the door, one of the ‘toys’ was waiting outside to accompany Alexia out. You said your final goodbyes and watched the Spaniard leave. A weird feeling sat in your stomach, you had never felt like this before, but a weird empty space had overtaken you. The only thing you could hope was that she didn't chicken out wanting to see you next week.

—---

A couple days had passed and you hadn't gotten anything from the girl you assumed she didn't do it, or she changed her mind. Until one evening you heard a notification on your phone. You smiled as you read it.

‘Link Attachment - Tickets, VIP access for Barcelona grounds.’

Alexia - Sorry it took a while, my team hadn't sent it over. I hope you can still make it x

You - I was starting to think I’d have to watch it from home lol. Thank you, I can't wait x

Alexia - ahaha, no! I got you amazing seats. How have you been? X

You spoke throughout the night, you couldn't get over the way Alexia made you feel. There was a connection you had with her that felt so natural, butterflies fluttered in your stomach for the next week, until you were face to face with La Reigna again.

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initiation pt.3 | barca femeni x reader

warnings: smut 18+ minors dni.

pt.1 -> pt.2

it’s not valentines here anymore but for yall who are/are not celebrating i hope this makes ur day a little bit cheekier ;)

I promise u the freaky stuff is coming but this is the buffer for that lol

Instead of waking up to a warm embrace of Keira and Lucy, you wake up to an empty bed. It takes you a few seconds to take in your surroundings, your body is tangled up in sheets and a duvet. The room is mostly dark besides some light coming in from under the door. You allow yourself to take a deep breath, breathing in the cool air around you and slowly waking yourself up. The ache between your legs is the first thing you feel, it wraps your thighs up like a warm hug and it reignites the previous desire in you as the memories of what you’d experienced only a few hours ago flash through your mind.

If it wasn’t for the bed you were in and the faint sound of moans through the walls of the house you’d probably be a little bit more concerned about your surroundings, but instead the environment you are in only brightens your mood.

It’s definitely not an unpleasant way to wake up, you absorb your surroundings and listen with a light head and fuzzy thoughts as you stretch out across the extremely comfortable mattress, bathing in the absolute serenity that you can feel across your whole body and soul. You’ve been thinking about this night since Lucy had told you about it days ago, stressing about all the different possibilities and things that could happen.

You never, not even in your craziest and wildest dream could have ever concocted some kind of idea that would come anything close to what you’d experienced in the last few hours. From the sounds of it, something was still happening and you’d be damned if you missed out on any of it, so even though it pained you to leave the bed that probably had a thread count higher than the amount of money in your bank account, it was with the hopes that you would get to experience something that was far better than any bed.

You are still as naked as ever, your whole body completely bare as you pushed yourself off the mattress and with unsteady legs onto the floor boards. The combination of the post-orgasm bliss and few hours of rest maKe you feel better than ever and without any struggle you made it to the closed door of the bedroom.

Your skin pricked up, little dots forming against your skin as your exposed body began to feel the effects of being in a room with a fan and aircon on.

You could have taken a sheet or blanket with you as coverage, but you figured that by the noises being produced your companions would be in a similar state of undress and even if they weren’t it wasn’t like they would see anything they already hadn’t.

The hallway you stepped into was empty. Although there were little thready moans coming out from some of the rooms beside your one. Because Lucy had practically carried you into the room you struggled to remember what way to go but you managed to trail your way back to the main room by following the noise that was being emitted.

The sight this time was completely different from beforehand and it took your eyes a little bit to adjust.

There were some people missing, although your brain was still too fogged up to really take account of people, just what was happening around you.

The first sight that catches your eyes is Keira, who has so many hands on her that it’s hard to tell who is who.

Ingrid is the first person you spot, mainly because she’s the least entwined in Keira’s body. She’s got the same strap on that she wore earlier when she was pounding into you, except this time it's being brutally thrusted into Keira’s throat. It’s a pretty sight, Keira’s drool and slobber all over her chin as she repeatedly gags on the strap. Frido is the second person you spot, mainly because her and Ingrid are pretty much next to eachother, the two bestfriends connected by their lips, although it’s not what captures your attention, instead you’re eyes are glued to the suctioned dildo that Frido is riding, her knees bent against the floor, pushing up and down. Your eyes don’t focus on her long, instead searching around Keira. It’s harder to figure out who is behind her, but it’s a process of elimination and spotting different heads of hair and hands. Keira is on all fours with Aitana’s mouth slurping at her from below and Marta’s fingers soundly fucking her from behind. Keira looks so blissed out, like she’s floating on a cloud of dopamine so strong that it could rival drugs.

On the couch is Alexia and Mapi, the two best friends lazily making out whilst their bodies grind down against each other in perfect synchronisation.

Before this, you were fairly sure that scissoring was a social construct, but watching Mapi and Alexia’s hips jolt out again and again is making you reconsider your beliefs.

Lucy, Ona, Jenni and Caro are on the bed, and it’s a sight that you can’t even begin to comprehend.

Ona is laid down on her back on the bed, Jenni grinding down on top of her face whilst Lucy and Caro are down the other end of Ona. At first, you think the two older players are taking both of Ona’s holes, but after a few seconds, and an angle change when Ona’s hips buck, your jaw drops in realisation that the Norwegian and English player are both fucking in and out of the same hole.

Your eyes almost bulge out of your head, you can feel the arousal re building inside you as you watch Caro and Lucy brutally fuck into Ona, pretty much using her to get themselves off. Ona’s body is boneless and unmoving beside her hips which every few thrusts cant up to buck upwards.

You can’t take your eyes off of the sight, it might be rude to stare but in your opinion it would be rude not to admire the complete erotic beauty that is unfolding before your eyes.

“Hola chica.”

The words are directed at you, forcing your eyes away from Ona and to Mapi, whose head has craned backwards to look at you from her spot on top of Alexia’s lap.

There is a thin sheen of sweat across her forrid, her eyes are full of lust and she looks positively feral.

You smile at her, too terrified that if you open up your mouth you’ll say something wrong or let out one of the moans that have built up in your gut from watching Ona.

Your eyes drifted back to Keira on the floor, all three of her holes being used, quite literally having her brains fucked out.

It’s not something that you’ve ever directly desired, but right now it’s all that’s in your mind, you aren’t quite sure if you could handle it, you’ve never taken more then two fingers in your asshole and too be fucked in both fo your other holes at the same time seems like over kill, but watching Keira suddenly makes you so intrigued and suddenly attracted to what she’s enduring.

You don’t know where to go or look, but Mapi ushers you over with her hand and your brain can’t ignore her, so you put one foot in front of the other until you are standing directly in front of the two women.

Alexia smiles at you, her hands are resting on Mapi’s hips, gently helping her to grind against Ale, there isn’t much fervour or energy to it, from what you can tell, it can’t possibly be stimulating enough to put either of them anywhere near the edge, your either wrong or they just don’t mind. There are red splotches up and down Alexia’s chest, little dots and tiny teeth marks that are splattered out across Alexia’s chest and neck.

Mapi has some darker, purple marks across her neck, less than Alexia but far more noticeable.

“How’d you sleep bebita? You feeling rested and up for some more fun?”

It’s bewildering to you how level headed Mapi is considering the situation she’s in. You think about how you would behave if you were in her situation and you are fairly certain it wouldn’t be anywhere near as composed.

“Hoping I didn’t miss out on much.”

Mapi smirks, her lips parting and letting out a breathy moan as Alexia pulls her hips down harder, trying to get her own friction against her clit.

“I’m sure we can find some ways for you to make up for lost time. Come sit down next to Ale, I’m sure she’ll be able to wake you up.”

You drop your body down beside Alexia on the couch, unsure what to do but much happier with the closer proximity.

“Look at Kei, look at how good she’s being, would you like to be used like that?”

Alexia leans down to whisper the words into your ear, her voice low and drawn out.

You bite your lip, happy to let your eyes stray back to Keira, Ingrid is no longer in her mouth and Marta is no longer in her ass, instead Keira is now bouncing up and down on Ingrid’s strap, Ingrid jack-hammering into her with absolutely no mercy.

Keira looks pretty fucked out, you’ve got a better view of her face and body now that it’s not so occupied with so many hands and people.

Her mouth is permanently open, deep moans leaving her mouth every time Ingrid thrusts up into her, the other thing that catches your eye is the way that Keira’s tits bounce up and down with every single movement, her nipples are risen and hard and her right breast has a big red mark on the side of it.

Keira’s eyes are glazed over, but there’s still some form of cheekiness behind them, just from the sight of her you can tell that she’s having the most fun that you’ve seen her have in months, that she’s so incredibly at peace with Ingrid all over her.

One of Alexia’s hands fall from Mapi’s hip, down to you knee first, gently coaxing your legs apart before trailing her hand up.

You look down for a few seconds, before Alexia’s mouth is back pressed against your ears.

“Look at Oni, she’s been such a brat tonight, look how’s she’s getting fucked, look at all those bruises on her, you don’t want that do you? Don’t want to be filled up but on the edge all night, right? Little Oni thought it would be smart co cum without permission so now she has to deal with Lucia and Caro stretching her out with no relief. You don’t want that do you? You’ll be our good girl, sí?”

Your eyes lift up to Ona, her body being brutally used by Lucy, Jenni and Caro. Her pussy is still being stretched by the two women, and to think that she’s going through it without any finish is eye opening to you and also terrifying.

“Yes, Ale.”

Alexia smirks against your earlobe, her lips opening to suck down on the skin whilst her hand trailed up and down the bottom of your stomach.

“Such a good girl, so perfect, so well behaved.”

Alexia’s hand creeps down further, her lips tugging on your earlobe whilst she cups your mound, her ring and middle finger dipping between your folds for half a second to collect some of the wetness.

Alexia pulls it up to your face and after a particularly harsh nip to your ear that has your lips falling open, and Alexia’s fingers in your mouth.

Without any prompting, you suck your taste off of her, the salty and slightly sweet flavour welcome on your tongue.

“Suck.”

Alexia’s fingers are too big for your mouth, something you begin to realise as she slowly attempts to push her fingers in deeper.

By the time they’re at the back of your mouth you’re struggling to breathe, having to switch to your nasal passage to take in oxygen. By the time they’ve hit the back of your throat you are trying your hardest not to gag and to suck on them. Alexia’s lips are a distraction, her mouth has worked its way down from your earlobe and to the sensitive spot on your neck. Your moans are muffled by Alexia’s fingers, two thirds of her fingers as deep in your mouth as they can get.

It’s when your jaw relaxes for the two first knuckles that she decides it's the perfect time to force the final third in.

You gag almost immediately, your throat tightening and struggling to accommodate the extra length that your throat didn’t have the room for.

You tried to slacken your jaw, tried to relax your throat, it was obvious though that Alexia’s fingers were too long.

You are so desperate to please her, to prove that you are her good girl, that you will do anything that she wants or asks you to do, so you don’t end up with a fate similar to Ona’s, so even though you are gagging and struggling to breathe properly you push through, sucking on Alexia’s fingers just as she’d ordered.

Your own drool is dripping down your jaw, you’re certain of it, it’s something that you can’t afford to care or think about though, your focus is solely on Alexia’s fingers and mouth.

Just as you’ve begun to feel slightly lightheaded from the shallow bits of oxygen that you are managing to intake Alexia’s fingers are pulled from your mouth, and whilst you are occupied with gasping for air and Alexia’s fingers shoot right down to inbetween your legs.

Your body lurches at the sudden contact, hips chasing Alexia’s hand desperately.

Alexia allows the movement, her fingers trace the outside of your lips, never even coming close to touching you where you need her most.

“Look at Mapi, look at how desperate she is, using me for her own pleasure. All because of you bebita, all because of how worked up you got her earlier, she’s such a filthy whore for you, isn’t that right Maria?”

Mapi’s head rocks forward to look at you, a big smirk on her face, telling you that what Alexia is saying is true, that some part of whatever she’s experiencing is due to you.

“Are you going to make her come before you hand her off or are you going to make her wait.”

Mapi’s eyes stay locked to your own, even though it’s clear the question isn’t meant for you.

Alexia removes her mouth from your neck, just to stare at you in deliberation out of her peripherals.

“What do you think? Should we reward our good girl, or make her wait? You’d look so pretty coming all over my fingers bebita, but maybe I should make you wait for Lucia? Just so I can watch you get fucked out by her.”

You aren’t sure what you want, with Alexia putting both offers out on the table and making them both sound good, you’re too focused on Alexia’s hand dipping in and out of your pussy to truly comprehend what’s being said.

When Alexia’s fingertips finally make contact with your clit everything you’d begun to process is completely erased from your brain, every single one of your brain cells is completely captured by the sensation of Alexia’s slicked fingers finally touching you where you’ve been so desperately needing her.

“How does she feel bebita, she touching you where you need it?”

You nod your head at Mapi, more than happy to deal with a little bit of teasing if it means that you continue getting what you want.

When Alexia’s fingers migrate further down, her roughened palm moving down with her fingers to grind down against your clit as her fingers tease your hole you moan, louder than you think you ever have.

Alexia’s palm is wonderful, but her fingers slowly slipping into your hole, inch by inch similar to how they did your mouth, is indescribable.

You’re still tight and oversensitive from your previous orgasms, so every single move, every twitch of Alexia’s hand sends shocks through you.

Her pace is similar to the pace that Mapi has set on top of her, fast but thorough, Mapi’s hips gyrating against down against Alexia haphazardly, but with obvious amounts of detail, she’s searching for the friction against her clit, and she knows where she has to angle herself to find it.

Alexia pushes her palm down against your clit, forcing your legs as wide as she can from her spot beside you, her head cocked to the side so she has a good angle of both Mapi and you.

“Watch Oni bebita, that’ll be you soon enough, once she’s had the brat fucked out of her it’ll be your turn. That’s what happens to little sluts who think they know better, who think that they will get away with being disobedient. You’re a good girl though, and if you keep acting like one I’m sure Jenni and Lucia will be happy to reward you, in fact, if you keep being good for me I’m sure that we can sort out any kind of reward you’d like, how does that sound?”

Your eyes lift up to Ona, it’s a struggle to keep them open with Alexia’s constant pace in and out of you but for the sake of obeying Alexia, you do as she’s asked and watch Ona.

Jenni’s no longer balanced on top of her face, now she’s lying to the side of Ona, her hands pinching down on her nipples so hard that there are tears in Ona’s eyes over the torture she’s being subjected to.

Lucy and Caro are no longer pounding into Ona, instead they’ve both pulled out and Lucy’s strap has been thrown to the side, she’s currently being fucked by Caro, right in front of Ona’s eyes, just another form of teasing thrown her way you assume.

“Tell me what you want as a reward, bebita, anything you want you can have.”

It feels like Alexia is offering you the whole world, and yet you can’t even begin to formulate what it is that you want, because there are infinite possibilities and different scenarios that you want to try, but there is one thing that springs to the forefront of your mind, something that’s been buried deep in your mind ever since Keira’s lips had touched yours for the first time just a couple of hours ago.

“Wanna sit on Kei’s face.”

Alexia’s eyebrows raise in intrigue.

“Do you now? Well you prove to me that you can be good and I certainly think that can be arranged, now how about you focus a little bit harder on my fingers so I can focus a little bit more on Maria here, aprobado?”

You nod your head furiously, grinding your hips down onto Alexia’s fingers with motivation.

“No cumming without permission bebita, let me know when you’re close.”

You nod at Alexia, honestly too consumed with the feeling of Alexia’s finger tips repetitively hitting the walls of your insides. When she angles them just right, the pads of her two fingers brushing against your sweet spot, your spine shudders, all the wonderful sensations spreading out across your body.

Alexia’s fingers, whilst they may have struggled to fit in your mouth, they have absolutely zero problems fucking in and out of your pussy, your hole is practically sucking them in with every thrust, trying it’s very hardest to cling onto the feeling of Alexia.

With her palm pushing down against your clit, and your eyes on Keira, it doesn’t take you long to get close to the edge. Keira’s body is limp, her back pressed to Ingrid’s front whilst Ingrid fucks her brutally in reverse cowgirl.

When Keira screams, her own orgasm taking over, you are completely enthralled by the sight, everyone in the rooms seems to be. The noises leaving Keira’s mouth are so loud and so erotic, if you tried you could probably orgasm purely off of them.

Ingrid’s pace slows, but doesn’t come to a full stop, the Norwegian bouncing Keira up and down slowly, holding onto her hips and helping her to ride out her high.

Mapi apparently, isn’t far behind her, the Zaragozan’s moans suddenly becoming a lot quicker and louder, before you miss anything you pull your eyes from Keira, receiving immediate gratification in the form of Mapi, whose hips are stalled, her clit pressed down against Alexia’s as her body and coil in her stomach shatter.

It’s a rare moment where you see Alexia’s confident and composed facade fall. Alexia is beaming, pressing soft kisses to Mapi’s collar bone well before her orgasm hits, murmuring soft spanish words into her skin, very subtly thrusting her own hips up into Mapi, giving her a longer orgasm and something more to rut down against.

“Alexia-I’m close.”

With all the noises and people around you, it’s hard for you not to be on the edge. Alexia’s hand stops immediately, her palm lifting from your clit and fingers slowly withdrawing. It’s sad, being in a room full of people experiencing pleasure and having yours revoked, although you thank the lords that you aren’t Ona, that you aren’t being subjected to the pure pain and hell that she’s being put through.

You also suppose that if Ona wasn’t somewhat okay with it then it wouldn’t be happening, and if she was truly in pain she would safe word. That thought only seems to make you more aroused, the realisation that Ona, to some extent, is getting off on what she’s experiencing.

“Such a good job, bebita, letting me know when you're close.

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lol i’m not one to normally leave things at a cliff hanger buttttttt yk gotta keep yall coming back somehow lol xoxo

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AGS #3: Que Pasó - Mapi León x Reader

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 4

Summary: Mapi and you partake in one of your age-old hobbies and part of the reason for your abrupt departure from Arsenal comes to light.

T/W: Mentions of Abuse and Panic Attacks. Light Suggestive Content.

A/N: This was originally supposed to be a two-part for Chapter 3, but I'm considering it as a full chapter now. I like Reader and María´s friendship and decided it needed its own part. Some angst here, it just came out of me so I'm a bit happy about that. Maybe we´re getting somewhere with this.

You woke up to the vibrations of your Apple watch on your wrist. Usually you prefer hearing the shrill sound of the alarm in the mornings, but María was a little bitch and got grumpy if she was woken from her slumber by loud noises. You bring your arm to turn the alarm off when you realise that you were still spooning your best friend, her arm trapping yours under it. You start stroking her belly softly, rubbing your nose against her back in an attempt to get her to wake up too. 

“Mmmm-noooo. It's probably six am, too early Pulp.” She groans under you as she lets go of your arm. You turn the alarm off and read the time.

“It's actually seven-thirty am, so let's go. You promised me some morning sparring Mar.” You poked at her lower back, making her jolt as it was one of her ticklish spots. She turns around to face you, putting her arm around your shoulder and pulling herself closer, burying her head in your neck. 

“Few more minutes.” She grumbled sleepily.

“Don't make me do it.” You warn, bringing your fingertip to her ribs with enough pressure for her to feel.

“No.” She lets out an annoyed sigh.

“You sure?” She responds by burrowing deeper into your shirt and tightening her arms around you. 

“Don't say I didn't warn you.” You dig your finger into her ribs and she starts wiggling and squealing, very awake all of a sudden from your assault. Her attempts to move away from you were in vain as you were the stronger one, but that didn't stop her from trying. Soon enough, you were both rolling around the bed. María finally gets a few pokes in making you giggle as well and in a surprising show of strength, she flips you over and sits on your hips, pinning your wrists above your head.

You both stopped for a moment, looking at each other. You took María in, chest heaving and face flushed as she bore all her weight on top of you, her messy hair was stuck to her forehead from the sweat and she looked lovely framed by the morning sun. Looking down at your current position, you let out a light chuckle and thrusted your hips upwards, eliciting a surprised sound from the Zaragozan, you waggle your eyebrows at her.

“Oye, stop that you little slut.” She laughs as she lets go of your hands, slapping your stomach playfully as you sit up. You wrap your arms around her waist and move to get the both of you out of the bed, putting her down gently. 

“But I'm your little slut.” You mocked in a faux moan as you kiss her on the forehead and start to make your way down the stairs.

“Don't tempt me, bebita.” She says and slaps your ass roughly, making you jump.

“Bring the gear, I´ll make us a coffee before we get started.” You shouted up the stairs, hearing María´s loud thumping as she went to get what you asked for. 

The air in the garage was thick with the sound of heavy breathing and the echo of movements against the padded mats. You had been at it for almost two hours now, beads of sweat dripped from your brows as you and María circled each other, searching for an opening. As you exchanged strikes and grappled for control, the familiarity of your movements became evident. It´s been a while since the last time you´ve done this together, but years of practice made sure that you were well aware of each other's strengths and weaknesses. It was almost impossible to get any moves between the both of you because you anticipated each other's thoughts well. 

María's punches were sharp and her kicks precise, but you matched her intensity with your own ferocity, refusing to back down. With a quick feint, María attempted to catch you off guard, but you saw through her tactic and countered with a swift jab followed by a roundhouse kick. She managed to block the kick but left herself open for a takedown. Seizing the opportunity, you dove forward, grabbing hold of her legs and driving her to the ground with a resounding thud. She was left breathless on her back as you sat on her legs. 

“How the tables have tabled.” You mocked, poking her on the side. 

“You really need to stop reading those English memes, you´re starting to sound dumb.” The Zaragozan counters. You let out a loud laugh at that and lean forward, knowing how best to annoy the brunette. You take off your tank top, leaving you only in your sports bra and start rubbing yourself against her exaggeratedly, trying to wipe your sweat off of her. 

“Stooooop. Pulpo that's disgusting you know I hate that.” You laugh, getting off of her and going over to the back of the garage to grab something. You came back to a still sitting María with a hose in your hands, pointing the nozzle at her as her eyes widened. 

“No pasa nada Toto, I´ll get you all cleaned up.” You grinned at her.

“Don´t you fuckin da-” You turn the lever, releasing a strong gush of water right in her face and she starts spluttering, trying to get out of the line of fire. She scrambled away, but you chased after her still spraying her with the water until she was fully drenched. When she started to look too much like a drowned rat, you decided to take pity on her and turn off the water. As soon as you did, you realised that the smaller woman was shivering from the winter air as she glared at you silently. You walked over to her, taking her by the hand and bringing her over to the laundry area. 

You went inside first, taking a towel from the rack and returned to her, wrapping her in it and directing her over to the bathroom where you stripped her first, then yourself. You adjusted the temperature of the rain shower to both your liking and pushed her inside, following after her shortly. 

“You're so annoying, you know that?” María pouts at you as she stands under the water, enjoying the heat on her body. She passes you the gel and you start lathering yourself up, taking the time to shamelessly check out your best friend as she does the same. 

“When did you get so ripped, Mar? You´re hotter than I remembered.” You remarked, raking your eyes all over her figure.

“Considering the last time you saw me naked was when we were 15, I say I´ve done a lot of growing up since then.” She deadpanned.

You cackled at that. While you and María gave your virginity to each other at 15, there were many more instances of the both of you sharing a bed throughout the years. You were as familiar with each other's bodies as your own, which was why it was still a running joke between the both of you that you´ve only done it once. However, your little trysts had to come to an end when you both started getting more serious about dating other people. Neither of you minded though, slipping back into friendship as easy as a duck takes to water. That was the kind of relationship that you two had, and when you both somehow found yourselves single at the same time, well that's a story for another day.

“You´re such a dumbass, Toto. No wonder you can´t get a girlfriend, nobody wants to deal with your lame jokes except for me.” You waved a dismissive hand as you took the extension of the shower head to use on your hair.

“Ey, speaking of girlfriends, I don´t think Williamson would be very happy if you're sharing a shower with another woman.” María starts laughing at her own joke and doesn't realise until a few seconds later that you've dropped the shower head and had a glazed look in your eyes. When she does, she quickly moves closer to you, waving her hand in your face trying to get your attention. When that doesn't work, she takes you in her arms and starts lightly tapping your cheek, still to no avail. 

Starting to get worried at your catatonic state, she pinches the soft flesh of your arm and you jolt from the pain, immediately sitting on the tiled floor and pulling your legs closer to you as tears start streaming down your face. You mumble reassurances to yourself, trying to deter a panic attack from happening. María couldn't hear a single thing you were saying so she sat down next to you.

“Y/N, what's wrong?” She began to rub your shoulder comfortingly as you continued, knowing it was best to leave you to handle it for now and provide comfort instead of trying to drag you out of your head. A few moments and reassurances later, you´ve finally managed to calm yourself down, residual tears still streaking down your face as you try to catch your breath. You lean your head on María´s shoulder and she wraps her arms around you, whispering softly in your ear as she kisses your hair.

“Fuck, María. I can't even think about her without having a mental breakdown.” You chuckled sadly as you looked up at your best friend who had a very worried look on her face

“What did she do to you, Y/N?” She asks gently, trying her best not to spook you during your already vulnerable state.

“She promised me that she would protect me, you know. When we started dating, she said she´ll take care of me..” You whispered to yourself, getting lost in your thoughts once more.

“Hey, hey. Look at me, cariño.” She took your face gently in her hand, wiping the tear tracks away.

“You don't have to talk about it now if it still causes you so much pain.” She reassures you. 

“I- no. I just need to say this part out loud, I think I need it to move forward if only just a little bit.” You whimpered sadly, prompting María to pull you closer into her. 

“Someone in the club was hurting me..” You start.

“In Arsenal?” María raised an eyebrow. 

“Yes, one of the staff. I was scared to tell anyone at first, but Leah managed to get it out of me. When she heard everything I had to say, she told me I was a liar. That he would never do such a thing.” As you continued on, you could see María starting to get angry. You swallowed, trying to continue. 

“She told everyone else what I said to her in confidence, and then they shunned me. Told me that I was trying to destroy someone's reputation. That I was ungrateful and it was my fault that I´m in this position.” At this, you burst into tears and buried your face in María´s shoulder, chest heaving as you continued to sob for what felt like hours. María held you close to her, stroking your back softly until you slump against her, breathing ragged from exhaustion

The Zaragozan moves you away from her temporarily, giving you a soft kiss as she stands up and walks out of the bathroom, coming back just as quickly with a towel. She helps you up and you step outside of the shower. She makes quick work of drying you and helping you get dressed, then guides you over to the couch. 

She wraps you in a soft blanket and goes to the kitchen for a moment, leaving you to stew over your thoughts. You weren't sure if you were any close to being able to tell a single person the full story of what happened in your previous club, but you felt a semblance of pride for being able to tell María even just a little bit of it. 

She comes back with two big mugs of steaming hot chocolate topped with large home-made marshmallows, and passes one over to you as she gets under the blanket and cuddles. She turns on the TV without another word, both of you watching the show as you sipped on your beverages, you sighed contently when the chocolate touched your tongue. 

It reminded you of your childhood with María. Playing all day in the forest behind your house, then going home to shower and have dinner with your family. Once the day was over, you'd take a big thermos of hot chocolate over to the treehouse in the middle of your joint backyard, your fathers ́ project that lasted the whole summer.

You´d climb the ladder up to find your best friend there, shaking a tupperware of fresh marshmallows already cut and ready to be added to create your favourite drink. You and María would cuddle and watch the stars as you sipped on your beverages, falling asleep shortly after from the day's activities. It was always by her side that you felt the safest.

This time was no different, as soon as you finished your cup, you yawned and stretched, snuggling deeper into María´s side as she reclined on the couch and pulled up the blankets over the both of you.

“Siesta time Pulpi, we have all the time to rest before we see our teammates.” She whispers gently as you succumb to your exhaustion, María falling asleep shortly afterwards.

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Ingrid Engen & Mapi León x Reader -Nap-

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Ingrid Engen & Mapi León x Reader -Nap-

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It was very rare to be home before your girlfriends got back from training when you were called in for shifts. Being a paramedic in Barcelona meant that when you were on call it was for long hours though the whole night or the whole day. Growing up in London, England, you were immediately drawn to human anatomy and seeing the work paramedics drew you to the adrenaline filled job.

You first met Mapi and Ingrid about a year and a half ago when you were visiting your childhood best friend Keira Walsh when she first moved to Barcelona. Unlike the midfielder you knew Spanish very well from taking it in your GCSEs, and on a night out with Keira’s new teammates you had spent pretty much the whole time speaking to the couple who had taken an interest in hearing about what you and what you do for work.

Fast forward about a year of dating the two women. You couldn’t be happier, going through long distance for the first couple of months until you secured a position as an EMT in the busy city and there was never a dull moment.

In the early morning you had left the house before either of your lovers were up, saying a quiet goodbye before leaving to start your predicted twelve hour shift. You drove around with your partner Gabe who had grown up in the city, no major calls starting out making it pretty easy. Though every single time the Q word came up what happened after would never be good.

“Quiet today.” Gabe said causing you to groan as not even a second later you were called to a car accident with multiple vehicles and injured people.

“Idiota.” You said as you turned the ambulance around to the place of the accident. Getting to the scene you were immediately pulled to work taking note of the multiple emergency personnel and blood and bodies scattered around the road with people trying to aid.

It took a long time to calm down the chaos, working on multiple patients that needed to get to the hospital quickly. You worked purely off adrenaline, split from Gabe as you worked on a five year old girl who had pain in her chest and a broken arm. It seemed like the driver of a big truck had gone out of control going down a busy highway taking out a lot of cars on the way.

You were used to traumatic calls, you had time to think about everything later but in the moment you had to save the patients that were still alive. After another hour and dropping off another patient at the hospital you and Gabe were driving through the streets. The two of you didn’t talk as images flashed through your brain.

“Podemos traernos del turno? No podemos continuar.” (Can we brought of the shift? We can't continue.) Gabe said to the emergency base knowing that both you and himself were not mentally okay to continue the shift.

Once you got back to the Ambulance base you said goodbye to Gabe and headed back to your apartment, you were called off five hours before your shift was to end and now had the whole apartment to yourself as your two girlfriends were still at training. You made sure to send a quick text to them both telling them what had happened and how you were going to shower and sleep once you got back, knowing they probably wouldn’t see it for another couple of hours.

Unlocking your front door, putting your bags down and heading straight to the shower to scrub the dried blood and sweat off your body from the day. After twenty minutes you were out and dressed in one of Ingrid’s shirts and a pair of Mapi’s old Barcelona shorts, climbing into bed under the covers and immediately falling asleep.

…

Mapi read your text once she pulled her phone out of bag after training, eyebrows furrowed as she read what had happened showing Ingrid who looked over her shoulder. The two quickly showered trying to get home to you, saying goodbye to their teammates before driving to their apartment.

The two women's eyes softened as they landed on your sleeping form snuggled into the covers. Ingrid grabbed your uniform that was on the bathroom floor, taking it to wash while Mapi walked over to your sleeping form. “Hola mi amor.” Mapi whispered, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead.

Mapi smiled gently as you cuddled into her side, still half asleep. Ingrid came in not long after immediately hoping on the other side of you and wrapping her arm around your waist. At this point you were just pretending to be asleep wanting to stay like this forever with your two favourite people.

“We know you're awake.” Ingrid whispered into your ear, causing shivers to run up your spine.

“Leave me be.” You muttered back burying your head further in Mapi’s side, the two women laughing lightly choosing to just let your rest. Mapi moved from her sitting position of the bed to move further down making sure to settle your head into a comfy position on her chest, taking her other lover's hand resting them over your waist.

Ingrid stayed awake scrolling through her phone as you and Mapi fell asleep once again, the warmth taking over. An hour and a half passed and soon dinner time was fast approaching and Ingrid needed to know what you guys wanted. “Min elsker tid til å stå opp.” (My loves time to get up.) Mapi woke up as soon as she heard Ingrid’s voice but like always you stayed asleep.

“Just leave her.” Mapi said, looking at Ingrid.

“I need to know what she wants for dinner.” Ingrid said, sending a pointed look to the defender.

“You know she’ll eat anything you make, and if she doesn’t like it she’ll still eat it cause she doesn’t want to upset you.” Mapi said as she manoeuvred herself from under you to enter the kitchen, pressing a sweet kiss to Ingrid’s cheek as they started to get dinner ready for the three of you.

Thirty minutes passed and you were brought from your nap by the feeling of being alone in bed, and you were right as you noticed that neither of your lovers were next to you and both sides were cold. Grabbing your phone from the bedside table you saw a message from Keira and others notifications from Instagram, continuing to respond to your best friend planning some breakfast plans for the two of you.

Walking out of the shared bedroom your senses were met with an amazing aroma of fresh food and your two beautiful girlfriends standing in the kitchen making the food (Mapi messing around more than helping). “Morning sleeping beauty.” Mapi teased, smiling brightly as she realised you had woken up from your nap.

“You're so funny.” You joked back, teasing her even more by dodging her kiss to land on your cheek instead of your lips.

“Oi.” Mapi yelled, grabbing both of your cheeks and pulling her lips to meet yours, in all honesty it wasn't really a kiss as you were laughing the whole time.

You took your seat at one of the chairs at the kitchen island, each of you talking about your day. Not long later Ingrid had finished dinner asking you to set the table, quickly complying so you could eat the perfectly prepared meal. Eating in comfortable silence, with conversations flowing around every so often.

Since Ingrid cooked it was either Mapi or you cleaning up and of course it was decided by a simple game of rock, paper, scissors. “Suck on that loser.” You laughed as you showed scissors while Mapi had paper.

“No best of three-” Mapi tried to argue.

“Elskling.” Ingrid said looking up from her phone, knowing that Mapi had suggested whoever won first had to do the washing up, shutting your idea down of best of three. Mapi pouted as you pressed a light kiss on her cheek before moving to snuggle into your other girlfriend who was waiting with her arms open.

Ingrid was very used to her girlfriends' childish fights with each other, always there to diffuse them, but secretly she loved seeing either you or Mapi’s pouts when you were told off. It took Mapi ten minutes to clean up so soon enough she was back in the living room jumping onto the couch taking you and Ingrid by surprise.

Ingrid had settled herself with her book with you tucked under her arm with your back resting against her side, Mapi slotted herself in between your legs resting her head on your stomach while also grabbing your hand to intertwine your fingers into her hair. Love Island was on so that was playing on the TV. Neither one of your girlfriends liked the show but couldn’t bring themselves to tell you to turn it off due to how much it made you laugh and just how much you enjoyed it.

Your giggles were heard through the room, Ingrid smiling to herself at how happy you were and Mapi finding comfort in your joy as your fingers continued to comb through her hair and glide over her tattoos. You would never grow tired of the warmth Mapi and Ingrid gave you and their ability to make any day 100% better.