This is so so good. I thought about this all night.
One Night - part 2 || Ona Batlle x Lucy Bronze x Reader
Summary: When you complete a dream transfer to Barcelona, thereâs only one problem - you have to learn to coexist with your ex-hookup and her new girlfriend.
Warnings: đ | fingering, oral sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, degrading language
Word count: 3.8k
Part 2 / ?
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Instead of going straight in for the kiss when Ona asks you for it, you continue to take your time, savouring the moment. One of your hands, previously running up and down Onaâs thighs, rises to her head, tracing the back of your fingers against her cheek before tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and cupping her jaw.
Onaâs eyelids are heavy with want now, her lips slightly parted in anticipation of a kiss, while you think you can feel the way sheâs putting all her effort into not rutting her hips against your lap.
âYouâre so pretty,â you whisper into the space between your lips. âIâve thought about this a lot too. Ever since I joined the team, every time you smiled at me, every time you helped me, thereâs been a part of me that wondered what itâd be like to have you.â
Youâre acutely aware of Lucyâs presence on the other side of the room, but youâre not fazed by making the admission in front of her.
âIn fact, if I knew you wanted this too, I wouldâve made sure it happened a lot sooner.â
Onaâs eyelashes flutter and you can hear the shaky breath she lets out, before uttering again, âPlease.â
Youâve never heard Ona sound like that, a slight whimper in her voice. You want to hear it over and over again.
As your lips meet Onaâs for the first time, thereâs a brief moment of panic when you realise that youâre kissing someone in front of their girlfriend, then all that washes away as you realise that youâre kissing Ona.
Her lips are impossibly soft. Softer than they have any right to be. You almost lose yourself right there, if not for the tiny voice in the back of your mind telling you to enjoy this and do it right.
Thereâll be time to lose control later.
As it is, your hand tightens slightly against Onaâs jaw, fingers toying with the soft baby hairs at the nape of her neck while your lips coax Onaâs mouth open. Sheâs pliant against you and when you swipe your tongue into her mouth a second later, you swallow the soft moan that escapes her throat.
Your other hand, resting fairly innocently on Onaâs upper thigh, slides back to cup her ass. Her hands, draped over your shoulders, respond by cupping your face and deepening the kiss, the wet slide of her tongue against yours eliciting a gasp from you.
You squeeze her ass through her shorts in an attempt to get her closer and the result is that she grinds down into your lap. But the problem isnât that Ona isnât close enough, itâs the layers of clothing in your way.
Breaking the kiss, you move both hands to Onaâs waist and start to lift the hem of her shirt. Ona is only too happy to help, tugging her t-shirt over her head in record time and flinging it behind her with very little care for where it actually ends up.
Chuckling at her eagerness, though pleased with the ego boost it gives you, you stroke a hand down her cheek and say, âYouâre desperate for this, arenât you? Does Lucy not give you enough attention?â You pause, wondering how hard you can push this, then decide to go for it anyway. âDoes she not fuck you well enough?â
âWatch it,â Lucy warns you from the other side of the room.
You drag your gaze across to Lucy for the first time since Ona sat in your lap and challenge her with your eyes.
âOr what?â
You know from personal experience just how much fun it can be to wind Lucy up, what kind of dominant mood she gets in when her buttons are pushed in the bedroom. Itâs the competitiveness in her, she likes to win everything and doesnât like it when sheâs not in control.
So you know exactly what youâre doing by questioning her sexual prowess, the kind of reaction youâre hoping itâll provoke from her later. Youâre just banking on the fact that she loves her girlfriend enough to wait until after Ona has gotten at least a little bit of what she wants from you before Lucy decides she has a point to prove.
âYouâre talking a lot for somebody whoâs barely even touched Ona yet,â Lucy challenges you right back.
And if Lucy wants to play it like that, then so be it.
âI am touching her, though,â you point out, as your fingers drop to the button on the front of Onaâs shorts to deftly pop it open.
You scratch your nails lightly against Onaâs abs and she twitches away from the touch when you pass over a ticklish spot. When your hand reaches the waistband of her underwear where her shorts now hang open, you pause.
âCan I?â
âSĂ,â Ona answers breathlessly.
You donât need further encouragement. Your fingers dip past the elastic and lower still as you touch her for the first time.
âOh,â you say, as your fingers encounter the abundant wetness between Onaâs legs. You could tell that she was turned on, but didnât expect her to be quite so wet already. âWhoâs all this for? Who gets you this wet? Me or Lucy?â
Distracted by your fingertips, Ona starts slowly rocking her hips in an effort to get some friction and youâre just about to prompt her again for an answer when she lets out a breathy, âYou.â
You reward Ona briefly by brushing against her clit, but then withdraw your hand from her underwear completely. Making deliberate eye contact with Lucy past Onaâs shoulder, you bring your shiny fingers to your lips and make an exaggerated show of licking them clean of Onaâs slick.
Lucyâs jaw clenches as she struggles not to say something but you can tell from the look in her eyes that sheâs turned on as much as she might be jealous.
Youâll feel her wrath later, youâre sure of it, but instead of letting yourself get too excited about that, you turn your attention back to Ona.
Stroking the back of your fingers, sticky now with the remnants of your saliva, down Onaâs cheek, you ask, âShow me to your bedroom?â
Ona gives you a look like sheâs about to beg you to fuck her right here on the couch and to be honest, if she asked you to then youâd do just that, but then she slides off your lap and reaches for your hand to help you to your feet.
She starts to lead you towards the door but you use your joined hands to pull her close, drawing her in for another kiss.
It starts out as a performance for Lucy, your hand sliding down the back of Onaâs shorts and your teeth catching her lower lip to draw out a gasp, but Onaâs free hand claws at your waist and her tongue swipes into your mouth and suddenly Ona is all you can think about.
She clings to you like she needs you to survive, like she might melt away without you there to ground her, but youâre having a pretty tough time keeping yourself present too. Ona is just everything and everywhere, fingers digging into your sides, tongue sliding against yours, the soft noises that escape from her lips between kisses rushing straight to your brain like a drug.
Maybe itâs for the best that Lucy seems happy to simply spectate for now. You might lose your mind completely when she eventually decides to join in.
âBedroom?â you mumble against Onaâs lips.
âThis way,â Ona answers breathlessly.
She leads you down the hall, pretty much dragging you through the door into the bedroom, only letting go of your hand so that she can sit on the edge of the bed and look up and you pleadingly with those big eyes.
You arenât sure if Lucy is following until you hear soft footsteps right behind you, which gives you just a split second warning for the strong hand that grabs you by the neck and pushes you into the wall, fingers wrapped around your throat just tightly enough to assert control.
Lucy doesnât speak but the message is clear in her eyes. Remember who she belongs to.
And then Lucy leans in, kissing you suddenly.
Itâs immediately more intense than the kisses you exchanged with Ona. Lucy doesnât do anything half-heartedly and kissing is no different. With a point to prove, she catches your lower lip between her teeth until youâre gasping, then swipes her tongue into your mouth, her grip tightening slightly around your throat. Itâs not enough to choke you, but just enough to remind you of her strength and attempt to assert her dominance over you before you fuck her girlfriend.
With Lucyâs lips on yours, youâre immediately taken back several years. The kiss is so familiar, so Lucy. The way her mouth glides against yours, the way her tongue plunders your mouth and makes you weak at the knees, is a reminder of all the reasons why it worked between you all those years ago, but also why it didnât.
You were both too passionate, too competitive, too stubborn when it came to admitting you were wrong, for it to ever work as anything more than friends with benefits. Of course, that all translated into some pretty damn good sex, the likes of which youâve never quite been able to match with any of the girls youâve been with since Lucy.
Then thereâs Ona. Just as passionate, just as competitive, but with a softer edge. She matches Lucyâs playful side but also complements Lucyâs stubbornness with pure affection. Their hearteyes in training sometimes makes you nauseous but now, having been kissed by them both in such quick succession, you think you understand exactly why their relationship works, exactly why theyâre so head over heels in love with each other.
And youâre starting to understand where you fit into all this. Youâll do anything for Ona if she pleads and flashes those beautiful brown eyes at you, youâll challenge Lucy where Ona might just submit willingly. Lucy and Ona may be perfect for each other but thereâs a place for you too, even if itâs only for one night.
Maybe what you and Lucy were missing all those years ago was Ona.
âGo on then,â Lucy says, relinquishing her grip around your throat and giving you a little nudge towards the bed where Ona is patiently waiting. âShow her what youâve got.â
Ona has kicked off her shorts fully now and lies on the bed in just her underwear, legs bent at the knees and slightly parted as she props her weight up on her elbows behind her. The lust in her eyes from watching Lucy kiss you is obvious and acts as an invitation that you canât turn down.
Crawling onto the bed, you tug your own t-shirt over your head. Your eyes rove down her body, taking in the lean muscles, the freckles that decorate every inch of skin, the way that her knees widen to allow you to settle between her legs.
âBeautiful,â you tell her.
Ona breaks eye contact, blushing under your praise.
âDonât get shy on me now,â you tease her, covering her body with your own and placing your palms flat on the mattress on either side of her head to hold your weight above her. âNot when weâre just getting started.â
Onaâs hand comes up to your now bare waist, fingers digging into your side as you lean down to kiss her again. The hot slide of your tongue against hers draws a gasp from Ona and she hooks an eager leg around your hip, trying to draw you even closer. You allow it, adjusting your position so that one of your thighs makes contact with Onaâs clothed pussy, letting her grind against the muscle of your leg, pressed so tightly together that you can feel how wet she is through the thin cotton of her underwear.
Breaking the kiss but continuing to rock slowly against her, you ask, âYouâve wanted this for a while, yes?â
Ona nods, then says, âSĂ.â You feel the hot puff of breath as she exhales against your face.
âWhat do you want? Tell me.â
âYou. This.â
âJust this?â you ask, already knowing the answer. âBe more specific. Tell me exactly what you want.â
Ona doesnât tell you, but she does reach for your hand, wrapping her fingers around your wrist and guiding you between her legs. You adjust slightly to give yourself enough room to slip your hand past the waistband of her underwear, and though youâve already touched her here once, you still sigh in delight at the wetness that immediately coats your fingertips.
âLike this?â you ask her, exploring without any real purpose, though the little gasp that Ona lets out when you brush across her clit sends a jolting reminder of your own arousal between your legs.
âYes,â Ona encourages you. âAndâŚâ
She trails off, head falling back against the pillow and eyes shut in bliss. When she doesnât continue, you pause the exploration of your fingers, needing to know what else she was going to say.
âAnd what?â
Onaâs eyelashes flutter open and she holds your gaze for a few long seconds, before she tilts her head to the side in embarrassment as she murmurs, âAnd ⌠inside.â
You withdraw your hand entirely, though only so you can sit back on your feet and pull Onaâs underwear down her legs. She helps you, bringing her legs up closer to her chest and kicking them away when it gets caught around one of her ankles, until her lower half is completely bare for you.
âSpread your legs for me,â you instruct Ona. Remembering that Lucy is in the room too, you add, âShow Lucy how wet you are.â
Ona pushes her knees outwards to obey your instructions and you admire her glistening folds, hardly able to believe that Ona is this turned on, mostly because of you.
You glance across at Lucy for her reaction. Sheâs settled herself comfortably into the chair in the corner and seems content to stay there for the perfect view while you fuck her girlfriend.
âPlease,â Ona whines, drawing your attention back to her.
Itâs an ego boost to have Ona begging for you already, and almost as much of a turn-on to hear the way that Lucy speaks up from behind you again and says, âDesperate little slut. Go on, fuck her before she actually explodes.â
The last bit is directed at you and while a part of you doesnât like that Lucy already thinks she can tell you what to do, especially when youâre the one who has got her girlfriend pleading to be touched, your own interest in giving Ona what she wants wins out over any desire to chat back to Lucy.
You settle between Onaâs legs, taking your time to get comfortable as you lift her legs over your shoulders so you can wrap your arms around her strong thighs. Sheâs pliant under your touch, letting you easily coax her into position, and you reward her by forgoing the teasing, leaning straight in to lick one long stroke of your tongue through her folds from bottom to top.
Her hips buck off the bed and you link your hands together across her stomach to hold her down as you wrap your lips around her clit. You flutter your tongue against her, showing off for Ona at first, but when she jerks against your grip and lets out another throaty groan, you repeat the motion for Lucyâs benefit this time, pleased with the reactions youâre able to draw from her girlfriend.
Ona tastes divine. The sounds that ripple from her throat are as sweet as honey. If you could stay here, between her legs forever, then you would.
Exploring her slowly, you take note of the things that pull the best reactions from her, but not yet committing to any kind of meaningful rhythm. Youâre happy to savour each moan, each jerk of her hips, without wanting to rush her towards any kind of climax.
Youâre so caught up in the taste of Ona on your tongue that you almost forget about the other person in the room until Lucy speaks up.
âAre you inside her yet?â Lucy asks. âShe likes to feel full. Sheâll come quickly like that.â
Youâd been quite content exploring Ona at your own pace as you discover what she likes and your instinct is to point that out to Lucy. But then one of Onaâs hands finds the back of your head, urging you to give her more.
And Onaâs pleasure is more important than scoring points against Lucy.
You move your head enough to give yourself the space to bring a hand into the mix. Ona whines at the momentary loss of contact, blunt nails clawing at your scalp, but that whine slips into a filthy groan when she feels your fingertips probe at her entrance.
âSĂ,â she rasps. âInside.â
You push inside with one finger, sliding in easily from how wet Ona is. She responds straight away with another moan and you only give her a few thrusts to adjust before youâre adding a second, eager to test Lucyâs comment about Ona liking to feel full. Sure enough, her hips buck up into your hand, so you use the other one, still splayed across Onaâs lower abdomen, to hold her down as you start working your tongue against her clit again.
âFuck,â Ona exhales, flinging an arm across her face as she tries to writhe against you, then lets out a string of Catalan that you donât understand, but youâre pretty sure you can still grasp the general meaning of.
âDoes she feel good?â Lucyâs voice, somehow even deeper than usual, rasps from behind you.
You curl your fingers on the next thrust, drawing another broken groan from Onaâs throat.
âSĂ,â Ona chokes out in response to her girlfriendâs question.
âHow good?â Lucy asks. âTell us. Tell her.â
You smile against Onaâs clit, mostly at how familiar this all feels. Lucy was exactly the same when you were sleeping with her before, never content to simply have the evidence of your arousal coating her fingers or lips, she would always demand for the extra ego boost of making you tell her before she allowed you to come.
âSo good,â Ona answers. Her accent sounds thicker to you, her Spanish lilt somehow even more melodic than usual. âFeel so full. Fuck, I think I might come.â
Encouraged by Onaâs confession, and also wanting to show off to Lucy a little bit that you can get her girlfriend off in record time, you double down in your efforts, wrapping your lips around her clit again as your fingers increase their tempo.
âYou close, yeah?â Lucy asks.
âYes,â Ona hisses, her hips bucking in time with your thrusts. âPlease, Lucy.â
You curl your fingers against the spot that made Ona writhe earlier, wanting to remind her that it should be your name falling from her lips.
Unexpectedly, Lucy seems to be on your side.
âOh baby,â she lets out a little laugh. âItâs not me you should be asking.â
As you gaze up Onaâs body, past the ridges of her abs and the pretty flush on her chest and neck, she looks back down at you and your gazes meet. Thereâs a raw desperation in her eyes, almost like sheâs on the verge of tears, like her world might actually end if she isnât given permission to come in the next ten seconds.
Her hand tightens in your hair, holding you close against her, then Ona lets out a breathy, âPlease.â
Continuing to pump your fingers into her, you lift your mouth to ask, âPlease what?â
âWant to come,â Ona gasps. âYou feel so good. Please let me come.â
You latch your lips around her clit and suckle gently in time with the rhythm of your fingers with one goal in mind. You want her to come, perhaps even more than she wants to come herself, and you can feel that sheâs getting close from the way that sheâs starting to tighten around your fingers.
âGo on,â you murmur against her. âI know youâre close. Come for me.â
As you return your tongue to her clit and curl your fingers, pulsing your fingertips against that spot inside her, you feel the dam break a split second before it actually does.
Ona comes with a debauched cry that fills the bedroom. With the fingers of one hand inside her, working her through the orgasm, your other hand isnât strong enough on its own to hold her down. Her back arches, hips lifting off the bed as it wrecks her. You keep your mouth on her, your fingers steadily working her through the peak of it until it ebbs away into pure sensitivity, Ona collapsing spent against the bed as the hand in your hair tries to tug you away.
You press your lips against her inner thigh as you withdraw your fingers, gentle kisses against soft skin as the muscles beneath stop trembling.
After a few moments, Onaâs hand on the back of your head pulls at your hair again, trying to coax you up her body. And enamoured by the sight in front of you, Onaâs skin flushed and sheened with sweat, chest rising and falling as she catches her breath, and a look in her eyes thatâs half-softness and half-hunger that tells you sheâs still not satisfied with only having you once, you oblige her and crawl up the bed to meet her lips in a languid kiss.
âYou good?â you murmur against her mouth, though the way that Ona hums at the taste of herself on your lips and keeps that hand firm in your hair to stop you from pulling away already gives you the answer.
You kiss each other lazily, without the same urgency as before, but far more intimately than youâve ever kissed a first-time hookup before.
But because itâs Ona, it just feels right.
Ona bends one of her knees and hooks a leg around your hips. The wet smear you immediately feel against your thigh brings you right back into what this is. What youâve just done, whatâs yet to come, and perhaps most significantly, the thrum of arousal that aches between your own legs.
Pulling back from the kiss, though letting one of your hands drop to Onaâs thigh to keep it wrapped around you, you lean your forehead against Onaâs and murmur into the space between you.
âI want to fuck you with a strap. Would that be okay?â
Onaâs breath hitches in her throat, before she answers.
âPlease.â
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