mimimarlee

[mimimarlee]

Long Day | Kika Nazareth x reader

+18 SMUT MINORS DNI

TW: ANAL SEX. ANAL FINGERING. ANAL PLUG. STRAP-ONS. COLLARS. ROUGH SEX. SLAPPING.

A/N: A huge thank you to @sswed for being the best beta reader and supporter and helping me so much.

Kika set her stuff down on the couch with a sign, today was hard, training didn’t go well and she was really frustrated. The first thing she sees as she opens the door is you cooking in the kitchen and the overwhelming aroma of whatever you’re making filled her nose. Seeing you brought a small tug to her lips, forming a smile so Kika quickly went over to meet you.

“Hey, beautiful, how was….” Kika turned off the oven with a smile. 

Even though it smells amazing, she doesn’t care about whatever dinner you were making them right now. Kika pushes you against the fridge and roughly takes your mouth. Tongue and teeth with no warning, just like you want it. 

Kika knows you’re her good girl and you submit immediately, without a care in the world, even forget the dinner that is in the oven.

 “What’s your safeword?” Kika grabs your asscheek and slides her hand down to the bend in your knee, lifting your leg up so she can push at a better angle into your clit.

“Rua,” you answer, grinding back into Kika. “Do you want to talk or just throw me around like your little whore?” You ask sweetly and you don’t actually care too much about talking or dinner right now. 

Kika loves you; she’ll never deny it. She would die for you, she would live for you. You’re her everything and she’s yours. Now, Kika’s needs are all focused on release and you don’t really mind, not one bit. 

“Be my good little whore, on your knees, right now.”

You obey, just like you always do and Kika can feel you slipping away and into subspace. She watches you take off your belt and slacks. You look so eager, perfect on your knees for her with your slacks pooled down around your feet and then you pull Kika’s own pants down before working with your tongue. 

It’s tight circles and long licks in turns, just how Kika taught you. Somewhere, in the amidst of all this in the kitchen, Kika grabs your face and grinds straight into it. You barely keep up, lapping even harder to keep the fast pace that she had just set. It makes your jaw ache and shoulder stiffen up, so you give up completely and just stick out your tongue for her to use. 

Kika’s fingers dig into your scalp a moment later and you can hear the low grunt above you. Her legs shake a little, you can feel the muscles ripple under the palm of your hand and you forget about everything for a moment. The dinner, the fact you’re in the middle of the kitchen, Kika’s bad mood, your own one. 

For you, this might have been enough to put out the fire for a little bit but Kika, she looks at you with a determined gaze that you know all too well.

“Grab the little strap and some lube,” Kika slaps your face to accentuate the demand. 

Your cheek strings but you grin in return, then try to stand but instead a hand comes down on your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks. Kika looks at you with a tight lip that makes a wave of desire rush through you. 

“Crawl.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head at the demand, the wetness that’s been building up this whole time triples. You crawl to the bedroom which is, thankfully, close by. You collect the asked strap and lube, biting down on the harness so you can crawl back without it collecting dust. 

“Good girl.” Kika pats your head and takes the strap-on to put on the harness. 

“Present yourself to me.” Kika takes the bottle of lube and sets it on the kitchen counter. 

You spread your asscheeks to give Kika a perfect view of your glistening pussy and the bejeweled buttplug that had come from the training set you had gotten for Kika, to use on you, for her birthday. They had been working you up to this point and Kika was worried about hurting you but there was no chance she could think about something like that right now.

She had no reservations in this state and that was just the state you had been waiting for.

Kika was a big softie ninety-five percent of the time but when she was like this, you were sure to wake up sore and satisfied. Only missing the feeling of being stuffed and pleasured so well. This five percent was the spark that Kika needed to cross your first-time anal boundary.

Kika puts the plug in every morning and exchanges it for a smaller one for night time, and you have a specific diet for them to do this without interruption.

Kika pulls the plug out of your asshole, pushing it in a little each time before she pulls it out. She teases the entrance and pushes back in every few bits but she’s impatient and eventually, you go from being fucked with a buttplug to feeling the emptiest you’ve felt in all the weeks it’s been that Kika’s been preparing you.

You had to admit that getting railed from behind in your pussy as Kika toys with the buttplug in your ass is the perfect combination. 

“Are you ready, darling?”

“Yes, I’m so fucking ready.”

“Color?”

“Green, so green.”

Kika pulls on your collar roughly, forcing you off all fours and on to your knees. She pushes the pull into your mouth and you part your wet lips to accept it. She takes the opportunity to check the tightness of your collar with a light tug. It’s one of the lighter ones in your collection and you’re thankful for that. 

You suck on the plug as if it were a pacifier and look at Kika through your lashes. 

She tips your chin up so she could get a better look at your face, “Can you go get ready on the bed for me, princess?”

You nod and Kika watches you crawl to their bedroom once more. Kika lubes up the dildo and thinks about jerking one out just so she would be a bit softer on you.

You don’t want Kika to be soft, you want it hard. She doesn’t really know that you’re probably strong because you’ve never been pushed that far, it might be part of the reason why Kika loves you so much. You don’t take anything from anybody when it goes against your boundaries.  You have that kind of smile that lights up worlds and it definitely lights up Kika’s. 

She grinds into her hand for a second, despite the fact that you’re on the bed. Kika needs something more for a moment, some outer body experience but she calms her breathing and joins you in the bedroom instead. 

You’re in the middle of the bed, on your hands and knees waiting patiently for Kika to join you. 

You’re already so wet and Kika can see it all over your ass and thighs. She licks her lips and her eyes darken with desire. She crawls onto the bed and places her hands on your ass, spreading your cheeks before licking a long stripe right over your asshole. 

The first time you’d taken her up your ass it had just been her long fingers and it had been the most full you’ve felt in a long time. This time, that feeling is knocked off its top spot by Kika’s tongue. She’s never eaten you out before but this might be the closest you’ll come to it, so you savour each short lap of her tongue on you. 

You’re so overwhelmed by it all that you mumble around the plug. It sounds a lot like ‘I love you’ just barely audible around the plug that occupies your mouth instead. 

“I love you too, darling. Are you ready?” Kika asks and squeezes out a little bit of lube onto her finger before pushing it into you gently.

You moan at the intrusion and tense up slightly when Kika adds another finger. You feel so full and you want more. She pushes another finger in a short while after, making it three now and you take a moment to adjust.

The fingers don’t stay inside you long. Kika is just as impatient as you are and so you remove her fingers after you’ve properly relaxed. You groan and clench around nothing, you miss the feeling of her inside you. 

You push your ass against her and Kika gives you a slap in return.

“Stop being an eager slut; you take what I give you.”

You moan around the plug again, and Kika pushes forward and reaches for your collar. 

“Spit out the plug and say it, princess.”

“I’m an eager slut,” you repeat; the strain on your neck keeps your words choked.

“That’s it,  good girl.” Kika praises you and you moan back in answer. 

 Kika presses further into you by pulling your collar back. 

“You were eager, so I’ll speed this up,” Kika smirks and moves her hips forward as she continues to pull you back by your collar.

Kika flips your hair around in both of her hands to keep it off your neck. Kika skillfully puts it in a ponytail. Kika takes the open skin of your neck between her teeth. You moan freely over all the stimulation.

The dildo rests perfectly inside of you, and these are the moments that Kika wishes she had a cock so she could feel the squeeze and pull of your inner walls to their full degree instead of through the barrier of the silicone.

Kika flicks out her tongue to soothe your newly marked skin, and she slowly pulls out of your ass just to thrust back in at unexpected times just to hear you moan and watch you fall apart.

Kika gets bored of the teasing after a long time, hours, Kika thinks. Eventually, she speeds up and gets in a suitable position on her knees.

Kika’s hand rests on the small of your back, and Kika’s other hand waits by her side so Kika can occasionally slap you. 

“You’re taking my cock so well, darling.”

You moan at the praise and attempt to roll back against Kika. This time, she allows the motion and only smacks you once in light reprimand.

“Say you love taking my cock in your ass.”

“I love taking your cock in my ass.”

“You love being my good anal whore.” Kika smirks and speeds up her pace, only pausing a long, drawn-out moan reaction from you.

Kika loves this game where you try to remember what you’re supposed to say while you’re lost in pleasure. She slaps your ass to encourage the answer. 

“I love being your good anal whore.”

“Good girl.” Kika can feel how close you are getting; she can see it too.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you become incoherent in your pleasure. “Let me-  fuck, let me cum, please, baby.”

Kika pulls your collar once, “You can cum, baby.”

“Oh my god, oh my god, I love you. Fuck, fuck, I love you.”

You get your ass pounded by Kika until Kika feels herself tipping over the edge with such force that Kika almost feels like she’s ascending into some higher form.

Kika crashes on top of you. Kika can’t form a single sentence, and you just grab her arm and put it over her waist, content to let Kika stay inside your ass all night.

She sets an alarm on her phone with shaky hands for an hour so that they can do their nighttime routine when they have the energy again. You can feel Kika fading fast. 

“Kiss?” This is the first thing that you can understand that comes out of her mouth.

You turn around carefully and notice the loving smile on your girlfriend’s face. You lean in for a quick kiss, but Kika pushes for it to be a little more. You pull back with a soft and loving sigh.

“We’ll talk about your day tomorrow. I love you, baby. I’m here for you in whatever way you need.”

Kika mumbles something back that you decide to interpret as, “Yes, dear. I love you.” before you slip off into dreamland.

[mimimarlee]

And All Things Nice

Ingrid Engen x Reader

Summary: Her fingers have always been hot

WARNINGS: suggestive

Her hand is splayed out on your hip.

Hot against the fabric of your skirt, seeping through the material until you can feel it against your skin.

Hot against the fabric of the skirt she bought you just last night, picking it up from some expensive boutique in town with swaths of material that she called lingerie and you called pieces of string.

She'd had you model both to her yesterday evening, sat back against the sofa completely at ease with herself, her glass of wine, and you standing in tiny scraps of clothing in front of her.

Her hand had been hot then too when she'd stood fluidly and taken two neat steps towards you. One hand reached for your hip, as hot as a brand as her fingers curled around the curve and rooted themselves there. Her other hand drifted up your body, the back of her fingers gently moving up your stomach, up your shoulder until finally it held the side of your neck.

Her gaze had been intense, unblinking eyes as she watched you like a hawk. Your own eyes darted towards the way her lips parted ever so slightly, her tongue reaching out to gently wet them before she'd pulled you into a kiss that had your mind reeling even now.

"We should go back to that place."

Your wife's mind must clearly be in the same place as your own, drifting back to last night when she'd taken you on the floor then and there.

"The boutique?"

"Mhm."

Ingrid's lips ghost against your collarbone like she's trying to decide where she's going to lay her next love bite.

She's never liked you calling them hickeys.

"It's too juvenile," Ingrid said to you each and every time," That word doesn't even begin to explain just how much I care for you."

"Ingrid," You say gently," You already got what you wanted from there."

"Hmm, no," Your wife drawls and you can't quite tell if she's actually focused on this conversation or if she's been redirected into playing with the buttons of your (her) oversized shirt," I've realised I've forgotten something."

She plays with the very bottom button, fiddling with it a few times but her fingers walk a gentle path up your body to the very top. She pops the first few buttons open and her other hand squeezes at your hip.

"I remember I saw this very nice red lace set." Her fingers pop another button and the hand on your hip moves to the zipper of your skirt. "And I imagined it on you."

The zipper goes down and Ingrid pushes some of the fabric away, two fingers rubbing some soft patterns into your skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

"And then," She continues. Another pop of a button and then another. "I imagined you in that other little outfit I saw. The little shorts and that cover up."

The last button pops open and Ingrid gently pushes her shirt off your shoulders.

You lift your hips, only a little, just enough for her hand to push down your skirt. Her hot fingers have you panting and she's barely even touched you.

"And then," She continues even now, her lips moving across your skin, ghosting your neck," I thought about you modelling if for me here. Just the two of us. And I thought about taking it off you. The coverup first. Then your shorts or maybe the bra. I haven't quite decided."

"Ingrid," You whine, you can't quite help yourself, not with the way her fingers dance across your body," They're expensive."

"And you're my wife," She says in return," Are we stating things that are obvious?"

"Ingrid," You pant out," I mean it. The stuff in there is expensive."

"And you're my wife," Ingrid says back," And I'm going to spoil you. It's not my fault that you're unbelievably sexy."

Finally...

Finally, her lips meet your skin.

She nips a few times, just little warnings. Each one a promise of what's to come later tonight. Each one reminding you of just how many times she's left an imprint of her teeth on your body.

At least she's being nice enough to mark up an area that you can hide.

You're not stupid to think it would have faded away in the next few days. You know you're going to return to work with Ingrid's masterpiece on your skin.

The masterpiece from this night and whatever masterpiece Ingrid decides on in the next three days.

"So we'll go back?" Ingrid asks as if she hasn't just made you putty in her hands, as if you weren't feeling like bursting into flames wherever she touched you.

As if she wasn't moments away from taking you apart.

"We-we can go back," You finally managed to pant out, eyes fluttering closed as Ingrid's fingers dig into you skin, anchoring you to her like she knows you need to feel her steady presence against you. "I...I think there was a set I saw that you would look good in."

Ingrid laughs against your neck. "Two treats for me then? Aren't I lucky?"

"And...And I'll buy it."

Her laugh is a bit more twisted now, a little more mocking as she nips at your neck.

"Don't be silly," She says, low and quiet," You know you're not buying anything while I'm around."

[mimimarlee]

It Doesn’t Get Any Easier

summary: you’re the new physio, tasked to help leah one on one with her recovery; but lines start to blur the longer you spend with one another

warnings: none

a/n: i enjoyed this one. also trying out a slightly different style so let me know what you think

word count: 2.8k

-

Leah comes in every morning just after 7:30, always a little earlier than the rest of the team—well, what’s left of the team—who roll in around 8, give or take. You start noticing her patterns by the second week. It’s not intentional. It’s just that she’s hard not to notice. The way she slips into the room quietly, moving like a shadow, like she’s trying not to be seen even though she’s Leah Williamson and there’s something impossible about Leah Williamson going unnoticed. You’re not sure she’s aware of it, or maybe she is, maybe it’s part of the act, something people like her learn over time—how to balance being seen and unseen simultaneously. Either way, she always acknowledges you. It’s a brief nod or a soft “Morning” that comes out like a sigh. But it’s there. And you nod back because it’s professional, it’s polite.

You’re the new physio, brought in because someone higher up decided that ACLs are the new pandemic, and Arsenal’s hit hard by it. One by one, players dropping like flies—tears, rips, stretches that aren’t supposed to stretch. Someone needed to focus on rehab, on these slow and tedious one-on-one sessions. So, here you are. Your life has become a revolving door of knee braces, resistance bands, ultrasound machines, and cold compression therapy. A strange, repetitive kind of intimacy.

Leah is assigned to you. "Take care of her," they say. She’s a captain. She’s the face. There’s an unsaid urgency that comes with her, an invisible asterisk by her name. You feel it in every briefing, every passing mention of her progress. Everyone’s waiting for her return. Waiting for her to be fixed.

Your first session with her is awkward. Stilted. You’re overly conscious of how she sits, her knee elevated, her eyes on the ceiling, like she’s counting the tiles instead of looking at you. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and that weird plastic-y scent that medical equipment always has. You ask her the standard questions: pain level, range of motion, any stiffness. She answers with one-word responses, tight-lipped. There’s a distance between you that you can’t quite figure out if it’s professional or personal. Maybe both.

-

Weeks pass, and the routine becomes muscle memory. You know when to push and when to pull back. How to make her laugh, how to coax her into stretching just a little more without her getting defensive. You start to notice the little things about her. Like how she always wipes her hands on her shorts after you adjust the brace on her leg, or how she clicks her tongue when she’s frustrated, a soft noise that barely registers unless you’re paying attention, which you are. You’re always paying attention to Leah.

It’s in the middle of a session that things shift. You’re guiding her through a series of exercises—balance work, stuff that’s boring but essential—and she’s sweating, biting her lip as she focuses on not wobbling. You’re right there, hands out, ready to catch her if she stumbles. She doesn’t, but the proximity is there. Too close, maybe. Your fingers brush her waist as you correct her form, and she inhales sharply. You freeze, but she doesn’t move. Neither do you.

"Is this okay?" you ask, your voice lower than usual, and you’re not sure why. Maybe it’s the weight of her stare, those sharp blue eyes locking onto yours.

"Yeah," she says, but her voice sounds strained, like she’s not sure it’s the right answer. She’s not looking at you anymore, her focus now on the floor, her hands gripping the sides of the bench like she needs to anchor herself. The room feels smaller, the air thick.

You pull back, step away, putting space between you, but it doesn’t feel like enough. You can still feel the echo of her skin under your fingers, the heat of her proximity. You clear your throat, force a smile. "Let’s take five”

She nods, doesn’t say anything, just grabs her water bottle and takes a long drink, her throat working, a bead of sweat rolling down her neck. You turn away, pretend to be adjusting something on the ultrasound machine even though it’s perfectly fine, just to give yourself something to do, something that isn’t thinking about how her skin felt under your hands.

-

The next time around is more tense. There’s an unspoken tension now, like a line has been crossed, or maybe it hasn’t, but it’s close. You’re hyper-aware of every movement, every brush of skin. Leah doesn’t mention it, but there’s a change in her too. She flirts, subtly at first—offhand comments, jokes that land just a little too close to something more. You laugh, play along, because it’s harmless. It’s nothing. Except it’s not.

You catch yourself watching her more. The way her muscles ripple under her skin as she moves, the way her lips part when she’s concentrating, how her eyes flick to you when she thinks you’re not looking. You wonder if she notices you doing the same. You wonder if she feels it too—this thing simmering between you that’s becoming harder to ignore.

One day, after a session, she lingers. The rest of the team has filtered out of the gym, and it’s just the two of you, the hum of the air conditioning the only sound.

"Thanks for today," she says, her voice soft. She’s sitting on the edge of the bench, her knee still wrapped in the brace, but she looks more relaxed than she has in weeks. There’s something in her eyes, something you can’t quite read, and it makes your chest tighten.

"It’s my job," you say, but the words feel hollow. You’ve been telling yourself that for weeks now, trying to convince yourself that this is just work, that this is just another injured player, another knee to fix. But it’s not. You’re not sure when it stopped being just that, but it has.

"Is it, though?" she asks, and her voice is lighter now, teasing, but there’s an edge to it. A challenge.

You swallow, your mouth suddenly dry. "What do you mean?"

She stands, slowly, her movements careful, deliberate. She’s close to you now, too close again, and you don’t step back this time. "I think you know what I mean," she says, her eyes locked on yours, and you feel like you’re standing on the edge of something dangerous.

You don’t have an answer, or maybe you do but you don’t trust yourself to say it out loud. The air between you crackles with something electric, something that feels inevitable.

She leans in, just a fraction, and you freeze, your heart pounding in your chest. You could close the distance. You could kiss her, right here, right now, and no one would know. It would be easy. Too easy.

But you don’t.

Instead, you step back. You force a smile. "We should stick to the plan. Don’t want to push the knee too hard too soon”

It’s a cop-out, and you both know it. The shift in her expression is almost imperceptible, but you catch it—the brief flicker of disappointment before she masks it with a shrug.

"Right. The knee," she says, her tone casual, but the tension is still there, hanging between you like a thin thread ready to snap. She doesn’t push it, though. Instead, she grabs her bag, slings it over her shoulder, and heads for the door. But just before she leaves, she glances back at you, her eyes sharp, like she’s trying to figure you out, trying to decide if this is a game or something else entirely.

You stand there for a long time after she’s gone, the gym feeling too big, too empty. You can still feel the weight of her gaze, the heat of her body close to yours. You tell yourself it’s just work, just rehab. But deep down, you know it’s not that simple.

It’s never that simple.

-

The sessions after that are different. There’s a push and pull now, a tension that neither of you acknowledges but is impossible to ignore. Flirting turns into something sharper, more pointed, like you’re both testing the limits, seeing how far you can go before something breaks. But nothing breaks, not really. Not yet.

Then one night, you cross the line. It’s late, the training ground is empty, and Leah’s the last one in the gym. You’re both exhausted, worn down by weeks of slow progress, of frustrations mounting. The conversation starts off innocuous—something about her recovery timeline, how she’s feeling. But it shifts quickly. There’s an edge to her voice, a sharpness that cuts through the usual banter.

"Why do you keep pulling back?" she asks, and there’s nothing light in her tone now. It’s serious. She’s serious.

You blink, thrown off. It’s late, the harsh fluorescent lights above cast everything in this sterile, washed-out glow that makes you feel like you’re in a hospital, or some kind of waiting room where nothing feels real, nothing matters. Leah’s standing in front of you, close but not too close, not like before, but close enough that you feel it—the weight of her presence, the space she occupies, the air between you vibrating, charged with something neither of you is willing to name but it’s there. It’s been there for weeks. Maybe longer.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you say, but it’s a lie and you both know it. You’re tired, too tired to come up with something convincing, and it’s the way she’s looking at you now, like she’s seeing through every excuse you’ve built up, every wall you’ve thrown up between you because you know you have to, because you’re the physio, you’re supposed to be the professional, the one who stays detached, clinical, objective. You’re supposed to care about her body, her knee, not the rest of her. Not this.

But the truth is, you do care, too much, and it’s bleeding into everything. Into the way you touch her during sessions, the way your fingers linger just a little too long on her skin when you’re adjusting the brace, or the way your pulse speeds up when she leans back on the bench, sweat glistening on her forehead, the tendrils of her hair stuck to her neck, and you wonder what it would feel like to brush them away. You know you shouldn’t, that it’s a line you can’t cross, but the line’s blurred now, so faint you can barely see it anymore.

Leah narrows her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. She’s wearing an old Arsenal training kit, the fabric worn and soft, the logo faded from too many washes, and you notice that she tugs at the hem of her shirt when she’s frustrated, twisting it around her fingers like she’s trying to keep her hands busy, like she doesn’t know what else to do with them. “You’re not stupid,” she says, and her voice is sharp, but there’s something underneath it—something vulnerable, like she’s exposing a part of herself she doesn’t want to, but she can’t help it. “You know exactly what I mean”

She’s right. Of course she’s right. You’re not stupid. You know why you’ve been pulling back. Why you’ve been keeping your distance. It’s because this—whatever this is—is dangerous. It’s complicated. It’s wrong in a way that’s hard to define but easy to feel, like a low hum in the back of your mind that you can’t shake. And yet, the more you try to stay away, the more you find yourself drawn to her. Like gravity. Like something you can’t control, no matter how hard you try.

“It’s not that simple,” you say, and your voice sounds hollow even to your own ears. You’re aware of how this looks—two people alone in a gym, the air thick with unspoken tension, the kind of tension that feels like it’s been building for a long time and is about to spill over. You glance at the clock on the wall—it’s almost 10 a.m.—and you wonder how it got so late, how time seems to bend around her, how hours slip by when you’re with her but still, its never enough. There’s always more, always something unsaid hanging in the air between you.

Leah uncrosses her arms, taking a step closer. You can see the faint scar on her knee, the way the skin’s still a little pink, a little raw, and it’s a reminder of why you’re here, what your job is, but all you can think about is the way her eyes are locked on yours, unflinching. “I’m not asking for simple,” she says quietly, and there’s an intensity in her voice that catches you off guard. “I’m asking for honest”

The word hangs in the air, heavy, and you feel something in your chest tighten. Honest. You think about what that would look like. What it would feel like to stop pretending, to stop playing this game where you act like you don’t notice the way she looks at you, the way your body reacts to hers. You think about what it would mean to cross that line, to give in to what’s been building between you. The consequences. The fallout. The way it would shift everything irreparably, and yet, the thought doesn’t scare you as much as it should.

You take a breath, slow, steady, trying to collect yourself, trying to find the right words, but they’re all tangled up in your head, a mess of things you can’t say, shouldn’t say. “Leah,” you start, but you don’t know how to finish the sentence, because there’s no good way to say what you’re thinking, no good way to explain the way your heart speeds up when she’s near, the way your skin prickles under her eyes, the way your mind drifts to her at night when you’re lying in bed, staring into the darkness, replaying moments in your head that shouldn’t matter but do.

She’s watching you, waiting, and you can feel the weight of her expectation, the way she’s daring you to say something real, something that matters. And maybe it’s the exhaustion, or maybe it’s the fact that you’re tired of pretending, tired of holding back, but something inside you cracks, just a little, just enough.

“I’ve been trying to keep this professional,” you say, and the words come out in a rush, tumbling over themselves like they’ve been waiting to escape. “Because I have to. Because I don’t know how else to do this without—” You stop, shaking your head, because it sounds ridiculous, it sounds like an excuse, and maybe it is. “It’s not just about your knee,” you say finally, and it feels like a confession, like something you’ve been holding onto for too long. “It’s about everything else”

Leah’s eyes widen, just for a moment, and you see something flicker across her face—surprise, maybe, or relief, or something else entirely. She doesn’t say anything right away, but she steps even closer, close enough that you can smell the faint trace of her sweat mixed with the scent of her shampoo, something clean and floral, and it hits you like a wave, overwhelming in its simplicity. You feel the pull again, stronger now, undeniable.

“You think I don’t know that?” she says, and her voice is soft, but there’s an edge to it, a sharpness that cuts through the haze in your mind. “You think I don’t feel it too?”

The words hang between you, suspended in the air, and for a moment, everything else fades away—the gym, the team, the world outside this room. It’s just you and her, and the weight of everything you haven’t said, everything you’ve been too scared to admit.

Leah reaches out, her fingers brushing against your arm, and the contact sends a jolt through you, a spark that ignites something deep inside, something you’ve been trying to suppress for weeks, months. You’re not sure who moves first, but suddenly, the space between you disappears, and her lips are on yours, and it’s like everything snaps into focus all at once.

The kiss is rough, urgent, like it’s been building for too long and now there’s no stopping it. Her hands are on your waist, pulling you closer, and you can feel the heat of her body against yours, the way her breath mingles with yours in the small, stolen space between kisses. It’s messy, frantic, like neither of you can get enough, like you’ve been starving for this and now you’re finally letting yourself have it.

You don’t think about the consequences, about what happens when this moment ends. You don’t think about the power imbalance, the lines you’re crossing, the mess you’re making. All you can think about is the way she feels against you, the way her fingers dig into your skin like she’s afraid you’ll disappear if she lets go.

[mimimarlee]

Blurb rec if you’re still taking them!

Loved the physio fic you posted with Leah a while ago so maybe Leah flirting with them in the physio room and them getting all flustered or like the team teasing them for the obvious tension between them or something!

(You’re seriously one of the best writers on here btw)

you can find the main fic this lovely anon has mentioned here. this is in that universe i guess!

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“You didn’t reply to my text last night.”

Leah says it like she’s not annoyed. Like it’s not the hundredth time she’s said it with different words, in different tones, hoping one of them will make you stop acting like she’s just another half-hour booking in your calendar.

You’re crouched low, adjusting the tension on the underwrap wrapped around her thigh, when her voice breaks through—flat, sharp. Not unlike a phone buzzing in a cinema.

You don’t even look up. “I was busy.”

“I could see you were online.”

That makes you glance up. Just once. Enough to see the tilt of her head, the squint in her eyes. She’s annoyed. Not playful. Not seductive. Just actually, properly annoyed.

“You check when I’m online?”

She shrugs. Doesn’t even blink. “I just happened to notice.”

Liar.

You lean back slightly, hands still resting against her bare thigh. Her shorts are hitched high, bunched at the leg, and her skin’s warm under your gloves—too warm, you can tell she’s already a little worked up and trying to hide it. The wrap pulls a little as you tighten the loop. Deliberate. Tight.

She hisses softly. You don’t apologise.

Her hand drops beside her. Fingers twitch. Then flex. She drags them slowly—absently—up her own thigh, as she’s checking for tension. She’s not. She’s showing off. You don’t bite.

“Look at me a sec.”

You don’t.

“Look at me.”

You do.

Her eyes hold yours. “You’re pissed off.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

A smirk now. Small. That fucking smirk. Making out that she’s read something between your lines that wasn’t meant to be read.

She shifts on the bench. Her legs part slightly. The band wrap again. You let your hands follow the curve of her thigh a little higher.

“Is this about the other night?” she murmurs.

You say nothing.

She leans in. Drops her voice. “Because if it is, if you’re pissed I came and left—”

You roll your eyes. “Leah.”

“—then I’ll fix it.”

“Fix it?” you echo.

She nods. Bravado returning. “Right here, if you want.”

You pause. Glance at the door. The lock isn’t on. It never is. She knows that. Still, she spreads her knees wider. A deliberate scrape of skin against vinyl.

You lean forward slightly, your gloved hand pressing firmer into her inner thigh. Her breath catches. Her hands go still.

“I’m not the one who came and left.”

She exhales. Licks her bottom lip. “Okay.”

One word. Said like a deal being made. A line being crossed.

She reaches for you—slow, calculated, two fingers against your waistband. You let her. You don’t help. You don’t move. Her fingertips skim under the hem of your jumper. Skin to skin. Her breath shifts. So does yours.

“Don’t do that thing,” she says.

“What thing.”

“Where you act like you didn’t want it.”

You don’t answer.

“I know you did.” Her palm is flat against your stomach now. “I could feel it.”

She presses harder. The edge of her signet ring grazes your hipbone. You shift slightly and she thinks she’s winning. That stupid grin is back. Her mouth is near yours now. Her nose brushes your cheek.

“You soaked through your knickers.”

You still don’t respond.

“Had to peel them down your thighs. Remember that?”

You raise an eyebrow. Only slightly. “Vaguely.”

Her mouth’s at your jaw now. Her breath is warm and familiar, full of the same scent you wore home that night: salt and sweat and something muskier. The shampoo you told her to start using. The cologne she never admits she wears for you.

“Could’ve made you come again if you let me,” she murmurs. “Three times. Or four.”

Her hand’s on your arse now. Full palm. Confident. She squeezes once, like she’s checking if the power’s shifted. It hasn’t. But you let her think it has.

“I’ve been thinking about you since,” she says.

You blink slow. “That makes one of us.”

“Liar.” She kisses you.

Hard, this time. Like she wants to punish the silence out of you. You let her. Just a moment. Just enough. Her mouth is hot, greedy, open. Her tongue slides over yours like she owns it.

Her grip tightens. Both hands now. Kneading at you. Pulling you in. She drags you further between her legs and you let her.

“Fuck,” she breathes. “You’re not gonna stop me?”

She kisses you again. Filthier. Teeth this time. Her hand drops lower. You make a noise—you let her feel how close she is. Her hips rock forward.

You let her think she’s got it. You let her feel how close you are. How close she is.

And then, lips still brushing hers, you speak.

“Come in.”

She freezes.

You don’t move. Don’t flinch. Just hold her there with her mouth parted, breathing heavy, hands on your hips, the full fucking picture, while the door swings open.

Beth’s voice is casual. Bright. “Hey—sorry, am I—?”

She stops. Mid-sentence. Mid-step.

Leah jolts back like she’s been electrocuted. Still sat with you between her legs, arms dropping fast, cheeks flaming red. She scrambles to reposition the wrap on her thigh, as if that’s what this was.

You clear your throat gently. Peel your gloves off. Smooth your jumper down. Not in a rush.

Beth’s still frozen. “Was I interrupting—?”

“Nope.” You smile, polite, easy. “Leah was just leaving.”

Leah stares at you like you’ve stabbed her right in the heart.

Beth hovers in the doorway. Her brows pinch slightly. “Oh. Right.”

You nod. “You’re up.”

She glances between the two of you. Leah still hasn’t moved. Her chest is rising fast, her legs clamped shut now. She looks like she’s been caught wanking in the confession booth.

You don’t look at her.

Just grab your notes. Make a mark. Scribble something completely unrelated.

Leah slides off the bench slowly. Doesn’t say a word.

Her hand grazes your waist on the way past. You don’t react.

Beth walks in, cheerful again. “So I’ve been doing that ankle stretch you gave me—”

You nod. Smile. “Good.”

Leah’s at the door now. Still staring.

You don’t turn but you can feel her eyes burning a hole in the back of your head.

Beth hops up on the bench. “Is this okay?”

“Perfect,” you say. “Just relax.”

[mimimarlee]

victory tastes like… | alessia russo (18+)

honestly got a bit carried away icl.. but this is an 18+, contains top!alessia, bottom!reader, swearing, oral (r receiving) fingering (r receiving) thigh riding (a receiving), dirty talking, a lot of build up, teasing, nipple play? i think, and more. buckle up its a long one:)

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alessia strides through the afterparty like she owns the night — and maybe she in a way does. a victorious beauty, radiant in the low light, her hair twisted into a messy bun that somehow makes her look even more effortless. her toned legs, on full display in a pair of barely-there denim shorts, catch more than a few eyes. but hers? they were locked on you.

you see her way before she reaches you, that smug, post-win glow clinging to her like perfume. she's flushed from champagne and the high of victory, lips already curled into that cocky grin that never fails to make your knees a little wobbly.

alessia doesn't hesitate, slipping through the crowd of her teammates and family members who are all dancing and singing proudly.

alessia with a predator's grace found you, a colourful cocktail in your hand as you lingered closer to the back of the group as alessia is pulling you into her.

her arm wind tightly around your waist, her body warm against yours, and her champagne flute clinks softly as it brushes your side.

"missed you," she murmurs, it slightly raspy from the amount of singing she'd done throughout the night. her lips skimming your ear, her voice a sultry purr.

you hum a soft laugh, trailing your fingers over the waistband of her shorts, slowly, deliberately your touch featherlight. teasing.

"missed me?" you echo, voice laced with mischief. "you've had your hands all over me all night, less. thought you might've gotten bored by now."

alessia pulls back just enough to give you a look — playful, dangerous. "don't tempt me," she murmurs, eyes dipping to your lips, then lower. "you're the one wearing my shirt, my name on your back, baby. what did you think would happen?"

you tug at the collar of it, smug. "i thought you might behave... at least until we get to the third round of sweet caroline."

alessia laughs, a soft, disbelieving sound, before her fingers slip under the hem, brushing the skin at your hip, nipping slightly. "keep running your mouth, pretty girl," she warns, her tone lazy, almost amused. "see where it gets you."

but you don't take that as a sign to stop if anything it makes you want to continue your teasing all the more. press her buttons more.

you shift closer, pressing yourself into her just a little too innocently, your voice honeyed as you whisper, "you gonna kiss me again, or just keep talking about it?"

her jaw clenches, her grip on your waist tightening. her eyes burn.

"you're such a brat at times," she mutters, but it's affectionate laced with tension. "are you gonna carry on messing about... or are you gonna let me take you upstairs and ruin that little attitude of yours?"

the world spins a little at her words, heat blooming low in your stomach, but you can't help the wicked grin that curves on your lips. "you always talk this big," you say, leaning in until your noses brush, "but yet i'm still here fully dressed..."

that seemed to do it.

alessia exhaled sharply, grabbing your hand in hers, and placed her champagne flute down without looking where it's ended. then she's dragging you out of the function room, ignoring the chorus of laughter and karaoke behind you coming from her teammates.

you keep teasing her, brushing your fingers along the back of her neck in the queue for the lift, leaning in just enough to let your breath tickle her skin. "bet you'd let me make a mess of you right here, wouldn't you?"

you say it soft like it nothing, just to see the flicker, the way her nostrils flare that little bit, the sharp inhale and the way her jaw clicks.

alessia doesn't respond, she knows what your doing and soon enough she knows she going to be able to have her way with you. 

and then — the lift doors open.

alessia doesn't even wait for them to close before she's pressing you into the wall, the hand railing close and sharp on your back as one hand braced beside your head, the other tracing slow, promising lines along your waist.

"you've had your fun," she whispers darkly. "now it's my turn."

the lift hums softly, the world shrinking down to just the two of you, breath mingling in the tight space. alessia's lips brush against your jaw, sending a shiver straight down your spine.

alessia steps back just enough to grab your hand, fingers curling possessively around yours as she pulls you through the hallway of the fancy hotel the team was staying in. the noise around you fades, the moment narrowing to the pulse between your bodies.

the door to the room clicks shut behind you, the soft thud sealing off the outside world. alessia's bright blue eyes, darken, fierce and tender all at once as they drink you in—especially the football jersey you're wearing, a match worn one she'd given you from a few games ago. it being a little oversized on you, sleeves loose on your shoulders, the fabric heavy with her scent and the memory of the pitch.

your girlfriend's fingers trace your collarbone as she pushed you against the wall. her hands slipping beneath the edge of the jersey, warm and sure. the contrast of her touch against the rough cotton sends sparks skittering across your skin.

her hand cups the back of your neck, drawing you in until her breath brushes your lips—a low, slow promise that pulls you under.

when alessia's mouth finally meets yours, it's deliberate and searing, every inch of the kiss claiming you. her hand slides from your waist, fingertips ghosting upward, tracing the ribs beneath your shirt, lighting a fire to every nerve.

you press closer, the cool draft from the cracked window mixing with the heat of her body, until the world shrinks to the taut tension between you.

alessia pulls back just enough, breath warm against your mouth. her fingers all over you as they slip lower, tracing slow, tantalising lines along your hip bone, nails grazing just enough to make your nerves hum.

"your so pretty, my love." alessia whispers as her lips follow the path her hands set—along your jaw, the sensitive hollow beneath it. a faint, teasing lick, and you can't stop the sharp inhale that escapes from your lips.

alessia catches it with a low, wicked smile, the heat in her eyes growing. her hands settle firmly on your back, pressing herself impossibly closer.

her breath fluttering across your ear, teeth grazing your lobe, the sensation electric and consuming. slow, teasing kisses trail down your neck, each one a promise, a quiet command. every touch building the tension tighter, winding you both up like a coil ready to snap.

your hands finding her waist, pulling her closer, craving the taut strength beneath her clothes. her eyes lock onto yours, dark and fierce, sliding beneath your shirt once again, her fingers electric as they explore with a hunger that's patient and sure.

her whisper is a thread pulling you deeper: "tell me what you want baby."

you try for something cheeky, a small grin curling your lips, “you, a-always you.” you whine but before you can speak more, alessia silences you—pressing her body harder against yours, her voice low and unyielding.

"soon, baby. i promise but tonight i’m in control."

and in that moment, you head fuzzy from the amount of alcohol consumed and with the way she looked, spoke, moved you. with her hands and lips commanding every inch of you, you knew you wouldn't want it any other way.

the jersey shifts beneath alessia's touch as her hands slide higher, palms warm and steady against your stomach, until the fabric bunches at your ribs. she doesn't rush—there's no need. you're already pliant beneath her, breath coming shallow as the tension winds tighter.

alessia watches your face as she lifts the shirt, slow and deliberate, exposing inch by inch of your skin to the cool hotel air and her burning gaze. when she finally pulls it over your head and tosses it somewhere on the floor, her eyes linger—appreciating, claiming, the corners of her mouth curling like she already knows what you'll be reduced to.

her hands come back to your waist, fingers tracing the waistband of your bottoms, not dipping beneath, not yet—just the steady pressure of promise.

alessia presses forward again, hips against yours, mouth finding the slope of your neck again. each kiss lands heavier now, deeper, wetter, laced with heat and hunger.

you are trembling under her, head tipping back against the wall, exposing your throat, your chest rising and falling faster with every touch.

“le-less please, i-i need you.” you whine as her fingers trail up your side, feather-light over your ribs, then cup your chest through the thin fabric of your bra.

a sharp gasp slips from you before you can catch it—your hips twitching forward instinctively, seeking friction that she refuses to give.

you feel her smirk against your neck. "already falling apart," she murmurs. "i haven't even really touched you yet, my girl."

you let out a soft, helpless sound, somewhere between a whimper and a plea, but it only spurs her on. alessia unhooks your bra with maddening ease, too much ease, dragging the straps down your arms and casting it aside. it landing somewhere.

the air feeling sharp against your skin, your nipples already tight from want and the way her gaze roves over you—hungry, focused, reverent.

alessia kisses her way down, tongue flicking briefly over your skin, teeth grazing just enough to make you jerk beneath her hands.

but when her mouth finally closes around your nipple, you arch, a strangled sound leaving your lips as your fingers twist into her blonde hair, desperate for something to anchor you.

“a-lessi—ah—please…”

but she doesn't let you take control. one of her hands clamps over your wrist, pinning it to your side as she works you over. slow, wet licks, lazy drags of her tongue daunting you almost, sucking just enough to make you tremble.

you knees go weak, and she chuckles darkly, guiding you back toward the white linen sheets of the hotel bed with calm authority, until the backs of your thighs hit the edge and you sit without thinking. you're a mess—breathing hard, skin flushed, nerves raw.

the blonde kneels between your legs, hands running slowly up your thighs. her nails scrape lightly through the fabric still clinging to your hips, and you're sure if she asked you for anything in that moment, you'd give it without hesitation.

but she doesn't ask.

alessia watches your face as she peels the rest of your clothes off—deliberate and unhurried, like she’s unwrapping something precious, something she’s earned. her eyes never leave yours, and the heat in them makes your skin flush under the low light.

you lift your hips when she tells you to, the quiet, “up for me, baby,” sending a fresh wave of want rolling through your belly. her knuckles graze teasingly between your legs as she pulls your underwear down, and a high, desperate sound slips from your throat before you can stop it.

“fuck—less…”

she smirks softly. you’re already trembling, thighs twitching under her hands as she kneels between your legs.

she doesn’t touch you where you need it. not yet.

instead, alessia’s palms settle on your inner thighs, spreading you open with gentle pressure. the pads of her thumbs rub slow, possessive circles into your skin, warm and steady, grounding you even as you start to unravel.

you're soaked. you know it. she knows it.

you can’t help it—you whimper, a breathy, broken noise that betrays how close you already are to begging.

“less… please—” your voice cracks, soft and shaking. “d-don’t tease me…”

alessia doesn’t answer—not with words anyway. her breath ghosts over your aching core, warm and maddeningly close, making your hips jerk instinctively toward her.

you let out a strangled moan, high and needy. “god—please, i can’t take it.”

alessia hums, low and deep in her throat, eyes fixed on the slick between your legs like she’s watching something sacred. “you’re dripping,” alessia murmurs, voice rough. “so wet for me, my pretty, girl.”

your head tips back, eyes fluttering shut as you let out a soft, desperate whine. “please—less, i need your mouth, i need—”

her thumbs press in slightly, keeping your thighs open, and she leans in just close enough to brush her nose against your clit without fully touching it.

you gasp, your whole body jerking.

“say it,” alessia says, calm and low. “tell me exactly what you want.”

you’re panting now, thighs shaking under her hands. “i want your mouth—i want your tongue—please, please just—fuck—less, do something—”

alessia finally lets her lips ghost over you, the barest brush of heat and wetness that makes you cry out, sharp and helpless.

“ah—oh my god—yes—yes—”

but she doesn’t stay there. alessia lifts her head again, licking her lips slowly, eyes burning as she watches the way you squirm beneath her.

“not yet,” alessia whispers, voice like velvet and smoke. “i want you to hear you beg a little more.”

she doesn't give you what you so desperately want. not yet. instead she hovers, breath warm against the aching heat between your legs, so close you can feel the way her exhale makes you twitch, your hips lifting involuntarily toward her mouth.

your writhing beneath her, every nerve lit up, skin hypersensitive from how close she’s hovering but refusing to touch you properly. your hands reach for her, one slipping into her hair, the other gripping the sheets hard enough to hurt.

“please…” your voice is barely a whisper, raw with need. “less—fuck—please, i’m going insane…”

alessia doesn’t move. your thighs twitch in her hold, and you lift your hips again, instinctive, desperate. “i need your mouth. i need you, please, i’ll do anything.”

still nothing—just her breath against you, warm and maddening.

you whimper again, louder this time. “i’m so wet for you, it hurts. i can’t take it—i need you, alessia, please touch me.”

you hear your own voice breaking, high and wrecked, and still she just watches you, so calm, so in control. it only makes it worse.

“please,” you beg again, shakier now. “i’ll be a good girl —just please, please, don’t make me wait anymore—”

another quiet, desperate whimper escapes you before you can stop it. alessia's eyes flick up, and her mouth curls into a slow, dangerous smile. "that's better," she murmurs.

then finally, her mouth meets you where you need her most.

the first lick is slow—broad, deliberate. alessia moans low against you, the sound reverberating deep in her throat like she’s finally getting a taste of something she’s been craving for far too long. her mouth is hot, her tongue languid and sure as it slides through you, and you shudder violently, legs falling open wider without resistance.

“fuck,” you whisper, already breathless.

alessia’s hands slide beneath your thighs and hook around, dragging you closer to the edge of the bed, locking you in place. her grip is firm—commanding. there is no escape, not that you want one. alessia groans again, rough and needy, the vibrations shooting straight through your core.

“your mine,” alessia murmurs, voice low and wrecked as she glances up at you. “so fuckin’ pretty like this.”

alessia dips back down, and then she’s everywhere—tongue pressing in slow, languid strokes, tracing every slick inch of you with devastating control. she savors it, each movement precise, almost reverent, like she’s tasting your pleasure more than her own. your hips stutter, but alessia just tightens her grip, nails biting into your skin as she holds you still.

“stay there, baby,” she says, breath warm and ragged against you. “let me take my time.”

your fingers tangle in the sheets, desperate to anchor yourself. then her tongue flicks—quick, teasing, then swirling around your clit with a rhythm that’s maddening in its precision. you choke on a moan, head tossing back, thighs twitching against her shoulders.

“a-alessia—ah—fuck,” you gasp, voice cracking as your fingers leave the sheets and sink into her hair, gripping tight.

alessia groans again, louder this time, the sound guttural and needy. her mouth seals around you, sucking slow and deep, and you swear you can feel her smiling against your skin when you cry out.

“you love this, don’t you?” alessia breathes against your clit. “love being ruined on my tongue.”

you try to answer, to speak, but your body betrays you—all you can manage is a breathless whimper, hips jerking despite yourself. her tongue presses harder, faster, dragging a helpless moan from your lips, your thighs clamping reflexively around her.

alessia doesn’t relent. she keeps going, relentless, confident, mouth working you like she already knows every way to make you fall apart. the wet sounds between your thighs grow louder, matched only by the breathy little gasps and moans slipping freely from both of you. every sound she makes is a praise—raw, wanting, as though alessia’s addicted to the way you taste, the way you move, the way you sound.

“f-fuck—less…” you manage, voice all torn-up desire.

her grip on your thighs tightens again. “i said stay still,” she growls, low and possessive, licking a firm, deliberate stripe that makes your back arch off the mattress. “be a good girl for me.”

then her lips wrap around your clit and she sucks—hard and perfect—and your whole world snaps. your hands fly to her shoulders, grabbing at anything you can, fingers digging in as the tension coils impossibly tight.

“less—oh god, m’ close, i—fuck!”

alessia hums against you, tongue moving faster now, working you through the build with ruthless expertise. she feels it in your trembling thighs, the way your body rocks helplessly into her mouth, chasing every flick and suck like you’re starving for it.

your moans come out broken now—gasping, pleading, babbling messes of her name and barely-formed curses.

alessia’s hands grip harder, anchoring you as your back bows and your whole body strains toward release. you feel the burn rising, unbearable, unbearable—until it’s not.

“let go, baby,” alessia breathes, voice shaking from effort and lust. “let me hear you.”

and when it hits, it’s not soft—it’s a full-body surrender. your mouth drops open in a silent cry, your hips jerk wildly, and your whole body convulses as the orgasm tears through you like a wave. it’s hot, overwhelming, and all-consuming—her name falling from your lips like prayer.

but alessia doesn’t stop.

she licks you through it, slow and thorough, tongue dragging through your wetness like she’s cleaning you up, worshipping every shudder, every twitch. it’s too much. too intense. you whimper, breath hitching as your body trembles uncontrollably.

“mhm s-still sensitive,” you manage to gasp, twitching beneath her.

alessia finally pulls back, mouth slick, eyes dark and glittering with satisfaction. she looks at you like she’s never seen anything more beautiful than the way you’re sprawled on the bed—boneless, ruined, glowing.

“good girl,” she murmurs. “tasted even better than i imagined.”

alessia, licking her lips as she crawls up your body, slow and predatory, and presses her mouth to yours. you can taste yourself on her lips, on her tongue, and it makes your stomach twist with something deeper than lust—something sharp and consuming.

"think you've still got cheek left in you?" alessia murmurs, voice rough with want, hips already settling between your legs again.

you try to answer. but all that comes out is a whimper. and alessia grins. "didn't think so."

but alessia doesn't give you much time to catch your breath.

she stays right there, pressed against you, her thigh sliding between yours, the warmth of her body anchoring you as her mouth finds your throat again—biting gently now, claiming, leaving faint marks she knows you'll feel later.

her hands roaming without hesitation, familiar now in the way they map your body, coaxing little reactions with minimal effort.

your skin is oversensitive, every nerve exposed and raw, but it doesn't matter. you crave more. need more. wanted more. you feel insatiable under her—lit up and stretched thin and so completely hers.

and alessia knows it.

"you're, we’re not done," alessia breathes against your ear, hand sliding between your legs again. "not even close."

your thighs twitch in protest, but your body betrays you—already wet, already eager, already opening up for her again.

alessia kisses the corner of your mouth as her fingers slip through your slick heat, drawing a broken gasp from your lips. you try to lift your hips, but her other hand lands firm on your stomach, pinning you down.

"no," alessia murmurs. "you don't get to chase it. you take what I give you."

the command coils through you like lightning, and you whimper—eyes fluttering shut, breath catching as her fingers circle your clit in slow, maddening patterns. no pressure, not yet. just enough to make your whole body ache with the wanting, once again.

"a-alessia, please-"

alessia watches you unravel beneath her. every twist of your hips, every shaky breath, every bitten-off moan—she drinks it in like fuel.

"you look so gorgeous like this," alessia says, voice rough with arousal. "messy. needy. my name half-stuck in your throat."

you nod, useless, undone.

alessia pushes two fingers into you in one smooth, deliberate motion, and you cry out—hips bucking before her hand on your stomach pushes you back down again.

her rhythm is unrelenting—firm and deep, the heel of her palm brushing your clit with every stroke until you're practically writhing.

your fingers scrabble for something—her arm, the sheets, yourself. you can't hold anything steady. every muscle feels like it's trembling on the edge.

alessia leans in, her voice in your ear, low and deadly calm. "you're gonna cum again for me, my girl. just like this. don't hold it. let go."

you can't answer, not with proper words. just whimpers of her name. all you can do is feel—her fingers curling just right, the tight drag inside you, the steady grind of her hand, the fire building with every second until you're nothing but heat and helpless moans.

"a-ah, oh, less"

it crashes over you like a wave—harder than before. your whole body arches, eyes squeezing shut, mouth open in a desperate cry as the orgasm rips through you, sharp and all-consuming.

alessia doesn't stop right away. she works you through it, again, until your thighs shake and you're gasping and whimpering, begging with no words, just broken sounds and twitching limbs.

finally, finally, alessia slows.

her fingers slipping out of you, wet and shining, and she brings them to her mouth, sucking them clean with a quiet, satisfied hum.

before she crawls up beside you, her body warm against yours, and kisses you deep and slow—like she's sealing something between your ribs.

your legs are still trembling. your breath's ragged. your body feels like it's glowing from the inside out.

alessia smiles against your lips, fingers brushing the sweaty hair from your forehead.

"still think you could handle wearing my jersey again?" alessia murmurs. you manage the softest laugh, eyes half-lidded, voice nothing more than a wrecked whisper.

"only if i survive the night."

alessia doesn't let you drift far. she gives you a moment—just long enough to feel the tremble still working through your thighs, your chest rising and falling in uneven gasps.

but her hand never fully leaves your skin. it stays there, splayed possessively across your waist, thumb stroking the curve of your hip in lazy, dangerous circles.

you're pliant beneath her, loose and wrecked, and she loves seeing you like this - maybe more than she would ever admit to anyone.

"look at you," alessia murmurs, her voice thick and low as she presses a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, then down the column of your throat again. "completely fucked out—and i’m not even close to done with you."

the words ignite something in your gut, deep and molten. you shift slightly against her, instinctively seeking friction, heat, more—and alessia laughs, a dark, amused sound that vibrates against your skin.

"oh, you want it now?" alessia teases, hand sliding down to squeeze your thigh, her fingers dragging inward, brushing the oversensitive slick between your legs. "suddenly so greedy."

you try to answer, but the sound that leaves you is more whine than word, like it has been since she's been on top of you. your hand curls into her bicep, nails dragging faint crescents into her skin, but she's not giving you any control, not tonight.

alessia shifts, rising above you—knees straddling your thigh, her own body finally pressing close, and that's when you feel it: how wet she is. even through her shorts, the heat is unmistakable, pressed against your skin like a promise you've been aching for all night.

you glance down, dizzy with want, and catch the sharp smirk on her lips as she leans down, her mouth brushing your ear.

"you feel that?" alessia whispers. "that's what you do to me."

and then she grabs your wrist and drags your hand down between her legs, pushing your fingers hard against the soaked fabric.

"take them off me," alessia growls, voice rough with need.

your fingers shake as you obey, tugging the waistband down her thighs, breath catching when you see how wet she is—slick and flushed and so ready for you.

but before you can touch her, alessia grabs your wrists and pins them to the mattress again, her hips grinding down against your thigh, drawing a low groan from her throat.

"don't get ahead of yourself baby," alessia warns, dragging her wet heat across your skin, letting you feel how much she needs it—how close she is to unraveling, too. "this is still my game. my reward.”

and then she starts to move.

the friction is obscene—her body grinding against your leg in slow, deliberate rolls, the slick slide of her clit against your skin making your whole body tighten all over again. her breath hitches, her fingers tightening around your wrists, and you can feel how close she is to losing it.

but alessia doesn't. not yet.

alessia leans down, mouth finding yours, her kiss hungry now—open and hot and messy, tongue pressing in like she's trying to taste every sound you've made tonight. when she breaks it, her forehead rests against yours, breath mingling, both of you caught in the rhythm of her hips.

you're squirming under her, desperate for her to let you touch, to take, to give her back even a fraction of the pleasure she's given you. but she doesn't loosen her grip. alessia just keeps using you—riding your thigh like it's hers, like you are.

and fuck, you are.

your head rolls back, eyes fluttering shut, mouth falling open in a low moan as her pace quickens, her breaths growing shallower.

you can hear the slick drag of her against your skin, feel every tremble as her thighs tighten around yours. "lessi-" you gasp, voice thin and breaking.

"say it again," alessia demands, voice wrecked.

"le-lessi, please”

alessia's right there. you can feel it in the way her rhythm falters, the tremble in her arms, the desperate bite of her teeth into your shoulder as her orgasm rips through her, sudden and intense.

she moans your name like it's the only thing tethering her to the world, her whole body going rigid above you, grinding hard through the aftershocks until she finally collapses against your chest—breathing hard, skin slick, still twitching with the last waves of pleasure.

you were both shaking.

“fuck..that was,, was amazing.”

you lie there in the aftermath, her weight warm and grounding on top of you, your fingers finally freed to tangle in her blonde hair, stroking her back as you come down together.

but even as her breathing evens out, you feel her smile against your skin.

"you're not going anywhere," alessia whispers, already kissing around your skin again. "i'm going to ruin you by morning."

you lie there beneath her, limbs tangled, breath catching in quiet fits as alessia's weight settles over you—warm and solid, grounding.

her skin is damp, her thigh still pressed between yours, but now her hands have softened, brushing slowly up and down your ribs in a soothing rhythm, as if trying to memorise you all over again.

"i love you and, i’m so proud of you, always.” you whisper against her head. but alessia doesn't speak at first. just kisses the hollow of your throat, then your shoulder, then the soft space just above your heart, each one slower than the last. like gratitude. like worship.

"i love you too, my girl. so much.”

and you can't help the way your fingers continue to thread into her hair, gently pulling her closer, keeping her right there.

after a long moment, alessia lifts her head, eyes meeting yours—dark, shining, a little wild still, but soft around the edges now.

"if this is what victory tastes like..." alessia murmurs, voice rough but low, "then i want to win every award possible."

you can feel the smile tug at your lips before you can stop it, the sound that escapes you somewhere between a breathless laugh and a groan.

"that your post-match speech?"

alessia grins, dipping down to press her lips just below your ear. "no, not even close."

and then her mouth is on yours again—slower this time, but no less demanding. her kiss steals your breath, like she's tasting the high of what she just did to you—and already thinking about doing it again.

her hand slides back between your thighs, teasing, coaxing your legs apart like it's second nature. you gasp into alessia's mouth, your whole body still trembling, still so tender and open—but she knows exactly how to touch you now. how to pull you right under again.

you whimper as she slips lower, heat pooling fast in your belly once more.

"i told you," alessia murmurs, voice all gravel and promise as she disappears between you thighs. "we aren't done."

and this time, when alessia's mouth finds you again, you know two things, one that your exactly where you want to be and two that you know exactly how long this night is going to be.

[mimimarlee]

What friends are for | Kyra Cooney-Cross x Reader

5k celebration prompt: "That's what friends are for, right?" - "Right, because you're definitely not more than friends."

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.2k

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When Kyra joined Arsenal, the two of you instantly became friends. While she had found comfort with her fellow Aussies, she gravitated towards you. Her second week at the club? You already labelled yourselves as best friends.

Steph and Caitlin were happy to see Kyra make a new friend. They loved her of course, but she could be a little pest, and they were grateful that her energy would be divided between more people than just the two of them.

It didn’t take long before they started questioning if the two of you weren’t more than friends though. The two of you seemed to be glued to each other’s sides. From pitch walk partners, to always linking up for drills, to being over at each other’s places all the time. Yet whenever they asked, Kyra always told them you’re just friends. 

Movie nights had become your favourite thing to do with Kyra. It had become a tradition for the two of you to have at least one movie night a week. Movie nights always included a sleepover, so today’s one did as well.

Kyra opened her door and smiled when she saw you standing on her doorstep, your kit bag slung over your shoulder. “Come on! I am so excited about this movie.” She said as she pulled you into her apartment. You put down your kit bag next to the door and kick your shoes off. “You picked without me?”

She looks at you dead serious, “Yes, you picked without me last time, so now it’s my turn.” You knew picking last time was going to come back to bite you in the ass, but it was movie night, so you’d have fun no matter what. “Alright Kyky, what movie did you pick?”

“Home Alone!” She yells from the kitchen, where the microwave had just dinged to let her know the popcorn was done. “Home Alone? It’s May, why are we watching a Christmas movie?” 

Kyra walked back into the living room, “I love Home Alone, and so do you, so no complaining.” You playfully rolled your eyes and sat down on the sofa. Kyra sat down beside you and handed you the popcorn, “See, I knew you would give in.” 

You shove her lightly, before cuddling into her side. It was by your own definition the most comfortable way to watch a movie. Together you watched, laughed, and ate your popcorn. And once the movie was over, you made your way over to Kyra’s bedroom. She had a one bedroom apartment, as did you, so you had always shared the bed.

The next morning, you woke up cuddled into Kyra's side. It wasn't unusual, this is how you woke up most sleepovers with Kyra. You got up to get a headstart on breakfast while you let Kyra sleep a little longer.

“You're too good for me.” Kyra states as she follows the smell of her favourite pre-training breakfast. You smile at her groggy morning voice, “I try.” 

Kyra drove the both of you to training. Once she parked the car you jumped out, since you had a session with the physio in five minutes that you had almost forgotten about. In your haste you quickly run past Steph, who had just gotten out of her car. She watches you with an amused smile on her face, and then turns to Kyra.

“Finally got the missus to move in, and now you’ve scared her off?” Kyra rolls her eyes. “I think she actually enjoyed herself quite well. She even made me breakfast.” Steph looked at her with eyes of disbelief, how could she not see it. “What? That’s what friends are for, right?” She asked when she noticed the look Steph gave her. “Right, because you’re definitely not more than friends.” The older Aussie told her while rolling her eyes, before walking off, leaving Kyra to trail behind her.

You had made it just in time for your physio appointment, and with some tape applied to your knee, you were free to join the rest of the girls for training. The day started with some warm-up exercises before working on the rest of the planned training session.

To finish the session off, you were playing a little 5v5. Everyone on the team always got super competitive while playing 5v5, even if it was just to be named winners of today’s session.

Apparently you and Katie got a little too competitive, because when you were jumping up to head the ball, Katie’s head collided with yours. The two of you fell to the ground, each clutching your heads. 

The medical team was quickly by your sides, but Kyra was quicker. She hadn’t even been on either of the teams, she was just sitting on the sidelines, yet she had gotten up and sprinted across the field to get to you as fast as she could. She crouched down by your side, quickly getting some of the grass off your face. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” The medical team pushed her to the side. “Kyra, you need to give us some space.”

She stood to the side watching them do checks on you, but then to her side she saw Katie already standing up, fully cleared by the medics that were checking out, and something within her snapped.

“Look what you did!” She snapped, lunging towards Katie. Luckily Caitlin caught on to Kyra quicker than she could do anything and stepped in between her and Katie. Before either Caitlin or Katie can say something, you speak up. “Kyky, don’t.” It was all you had to say for Kyra to fully stop, making it so that Caitlin didn’t have to hold her back anymore. 

Katie chuckled at how easily you were able to stop her from her anger. “Ha, your wife said you're not allowed to hit me.” Caitlin quickly stepped forwards again and sent her girlfriend a disappointed look. Katie held up her hands in surrender. “It’s not my fault she’s whipped.” She said under her breath as she stepped back.

Kyra kept her eyes on Katie, the girl who hurt you. Her eyes were filled with anger. “She’s up.” Caitlin said to Kyra, and she quickly focussed back on you instead. “Are you alright?” You nod, “Yeah I’ll be fine. Maybe a bit of a black eye.” You could see Kyra’s eyes turn angry again, so you put your hand on her arm. “Breathe, Kyky, I’m okay. Katie did nothing wrong.”

She let her eyes focus back on you, to double check if you were really okay. Then she nodded slowly. “Can you maybe get me an icepack?” Kyra smiled, “Yes, of course. One icepack, coming right up.” She didn’t have to run, but she did.

While she is occupied doing that, you head over to Katie. “Sorry about her. Are you alright?” Katie’s smirk grows, “Even speaking for her like you’re married I see.” You roll your eyes. “Grow up.” You say jokingly. “Fine fine, I’m good. Seems like you got the worst of it, you’ll be okay?” You nod, “Yeah, I should be good. I think I’ll have myself a nurse 24/7 for a bit though.” You say as you watch Kyra sprint back with an icepack. “Lucky you.” Katie says as she pats your back as she watches your eyes shine just a little brighter as you watch Kyra nearing.

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[mimimarlee]

Haii can you please do a kyra fic where reader is a newly signed gunner (arsenal player) or matildas player. Reader is shy and reserved she's a pretty great player but she has trouble settling in and kyra being a pest that she is, tries to get closer to reader by joking around or pranking her in light hearted ways. They get close and kyra starts catching feelings but she thinks reader is straight even though reader clearly has feelings for her too. So their teammates are getting restless because of the two's oblivion to eachothers feelings so they take matters into their own hands and they plan a team bonding in a restaurant but it's actually just a romantic date between the two. and they end up confessing 👹

sorry if this is such a long detailed request lol 😭

I'm such a sucker for tooth rotting fics ✨ thankuu and it's okayy if u don't do this, it's ur choice<33 tyt !!

Oblivious Idiots.

Kyra Cooney-Cross x reader

contains: Kyra and reader being oblivious, other than that just cuteness

a/n: thank you so much for requesting. it's not perfect but i tried my best

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"They're hopeless,"

came from Leah as she and Steph stared at you and Kyra, who was trying to get you to laugh with one of her overused 'knock knock' jokes.

You had recently signed with arsenal. The girls loved you immediately, even with your shy and reserved personality. Kyra, though, quickly took interest in you. not so much because of your appearance, (though that was one of the reasons,) but because of your skills on the pitch. You constantly showed off on days you weren't even trying to. your small self allowed you to be very quick during playing, and it was mesmerizing to Kyra- heck, everyone.

on your first week at arsenal, kyra made it her goal to become friends with you. and now, fast forward some months, you guys are best friends. was it expected? no. especially not with you and kyra seeming (key word) to be opposites. But just a few weeks in, and it was revealed to the team that you were half as crazy as kyra.

now, the only downside to being so familiar: you are both painfully oblivious to the point you both can't see how you both like each other, even when everyone else could.

"Knock knock," Kyra said, grinning like a child.

You sighed, but smiled, "who's there?" you said in monotone.

"cargo."

"cargo who, kyra?"

kyra giggled, "cargo beep beep."

you slapped your hand over your mouth, smiling under it, half because of the joke and half because of kyra's adorable grin.

"okay, you have to admit that one was good!" kyra said, shaking your shoulders slightly.

"never, ky," you said, giggling as you exited the locker room, kyra quick to get her stuff and follow you out, watching you with heart eyes.

"yea, we've definitely got to do something about that."

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Did steph and leah come to the decision to lie to you guys and say there was a team get together for dinner? yes. yes they did.

Okay, so maybe the plan was a little messy, but they had called both of you and gave you guys details, claiming they'd already told the rest of the team. then, they had called the restaurant and made a reservation for two, putting the name under steph so you wouldn't get suspicious.

it had worked. you and kyra got to the restaurant at the same time, not even noticing the lack of your teammates cars in the parking lot because you were too busy playing around. when you went in, the waitress sat you at the table, and walked away quickly before you could even say anything.

you and kyra looked at each other baffled.

"okay, so, first off- where are the others, second off, why are we sitting at a table for two?" you said. "hold on, i'm texting steph," kyra replied, pulling out her phone. she pulled up steph's contact, asking why in the heck this was happening. what she got back might you ask?

now's your chance to confess, kyra. trust me, she likes you too.

kyra was definitely not expecting that blunt response from steph. she had planned this, that was obvious at first. but now, she knew why. it made butterflies swarm in her stomach.

she put her phone down quietly.

"kyra? what did she say-"

"I like you."

"what?"

"I like you. a lot. more than a friend."

you were starstruck. lost for words. quiet as your first days at arsenal, until-

"I like you too, ky."

you were a mess. a blushing mess. grinning like you had won the lottery, and in your eyes, you did.

kyra released a shaky breath, "you do?" she grinned.

"yeah. since i first met you, actually."

"well, I would ask you on a date, but it seems we are already here." she said, and you two giggled like kids on christmas.

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safe to say, the unplanned date was great. everything in the following five months, too. in fact, kyra even asked you to be your girlfriend two months ago.

you decided to keep it a secret, and anytime steph or leah asked how the dinner went, you refused to tell, zipping your lips shut. it was funny, seeing their faces when they got rejected.

but it was also funny how you and kyra managed to go 3 months together without anyone finding out. yes, you guys were all over each other before it happened, but it was obvious how much more you guys became after.

you guys had dodged your ways out of getting caught during stolen glances that screamed "I wish i could get up and place a big fat kiss on your adorable face."

if anyone were to look just a bit closer, they would see how you guys would hold hands while doubled over in laughter, or how you would grin at each other when someone would say something, as if you had spent so much time together that you had developed an inside joke from it, or how you were always touching each other, even if it was just your pinkies interlocked.

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It seemed the universe was against you today. from what you could recall, you woke up with a headache, you didn't have enough milk to make coffee, and you fell on your face at training. the only good part was the fact kyra just arrived about thirty minutes ago. you guys were snuggled up on the couch, facing each other. your faces weren't even inches apart. your hand was on kyra's stomach under her shirt, and her arm was slung over your waist. you two talked until you both drifted off under the weight of your favorite fluffy blanket.

one thing you failed to notice before you fell asleep, though, was the fact that Steph who has a key to your house for 'emergencies' (such as mom), was supposed to come over to your apartment. another thing that the universe chose to gift you.

it was the first thing steph saw when she invited herself in your flat. she froze, and started grinning like those weird villains in movies. she pulled her phone out, snapped a picture, and left quietly.

later, on your phone, a notification popped up. when you guys opened it, it was a picture of you two from earlier, with a text under it saying

you guys are too cute.

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[mimimarlee]

pillow princess wife who struggles to relax due to her high stress job and alexia or leah who just want their wife to stop being a bitch/snappy/sassy to everyone

18+ and not proofread 😍

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“I don’t need sleep,” you snap, without looking up. “I need five uninterrupted hours to finish this brief and no one breathing near me.”

She’s been stood in the doorway for three full minutes. Sports bra, boxers. Fresh out of the shower. Hair wet, ends dripping. You think she’s doing it on purpose, standing there looking shiny and bare and faintly disappointed.

You turn back to your monitor.

The cursor’s frozen.

You click it. Nothing happens.

You click again. Twice. Nothing.

Your laptop lets out a sound like a dying animal.

“Fucking brilliant.”

You shove your chair back. Not to get up—you haven’t left the room since just after lunch—but to jolt the machine into respect. It doesn’t work. It never does. You do it anyway. You have rituals, and they comfort you.

“Qué hora es?” Alexia asks, slowly, like she knows the answer but is giving you a chance to lie.

You ignore her. Your jaw is clenched.

“Cariño,” she tries again. Still soft. Still calm.

“Don’t ‘cariño’ me,” you snap. “It’s not like I’m out clubbing. I’m working. I don’t exactly enjoy it either.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” she says, and walks into the room.

You frown, still clicking around the dead screen. The top button of your shirt’s undone. The bottom half is bunched above your thighs. You’re in your pants and an old pair of Adidas socks, mismatched ones she refuses to throw out. Your hair’s scraped back and you’ve had exactly two sips of water all day. You’re running off cortisol, caffeine, and a full-scale superiority complex.

She crouches beside you.

You don’t look at her.

“You’re being rude again,” she says.

“No, I’m being busy.”

She tilts her head. “You always rude when you’re busy?”

“I’m always rude when I’m interrupted.”

She exhales through her nose. Not quite a sigh. Her fingers find your bare knee. You twitch but don’t swat her away. That would require energy you’ve long since spent shouting into a Google Doc.

“You said twenty minutes,” she murmurs, sliding her hand higher. “Hace una hora.”

“I didn’t ask you to wait.”

She laughs. Just once. No humour in it.

Then she kisses your inner thigh.

You freeze.

“Don’t start,” you mutter.

She kisses again. A little higher.

“I mean it, Alexia. I have—”

“You’re being a bitch,” she says, lightly. Not unkindly. “And I let it go all day.”

You look down at her. Her eyes are already on you, completely calm.

“You think you can—”

Her hands slip under your thighs and pull you forward. Your arse just reaches the edge of the chair. She presses your knees apart and doesn’t need to say a word about how wet you already are.

“Don’t—”

She licks you through your knickers.

You jolt.

You weren’t expecting that. Your body betrays you instantly, hips lifting a fraction. She smirks against you. Her fingers curl into the waistband and pull them down. You don’t stop her. She knows you won’t.

“Wet already,” she murmurs, accent slipping through. “Qué sorpresa.”

You scowl. “I’ve been sat here all day, my body thinks I’m dead.”

She doesn’t answer. Just leans in and licks you, slow and firm, flat-tongued pressure that makes your jaw clench.

“Alexia.”

“You’re impossible,” she mutters, mouth still on you. “Always angry. Always so stressed.”

“Maybe if everyone around me wasn’t so fucking annoying—”

She sucks hard on your clit and you choke on your words. Your whole body jolts. She does it again, just to prove a point.

You grip the arms of your chair. She slides two fingers inside you, slow but without warning, and it knocks all the air from your lungs.

You gasp.

Her tongue doesn’t stop moving.

“Jesus Christ—”

“You need to come,” she says simply. “You’ll feel better.”

You shake your head, but it’s weak. Your eyes close. You tilt your hips forward. You hate how quickly you give in, how easy it is for her to shut you up.

She fucks you gently, rhythm steady, fingers firm. Her thumb presses where you need it and her mouth stays right there, hot breath, tongue moving like she’s got all night.

She does. You don’t.

You cling to the chair like it’s a life raft. “I’ve got—fuck—I’ve got work to do—”

“You’re done working,” she says.

Your thighs are trembling. You hate how wet you are. How good she is at this. How right she is. It’s infuriating.

“Let go,” she murmurs. “Let me take care of it.”

You try to hold on, but she moans softly into you and that’s it—you shatter. A low, guttural sound punches out of you and you grind forward shamelessly, riding her tongue through it. You come so hard it almost hurts. She doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even flinch. Just takes it. All of it.

It lasts longer than it should.

You don’t move.

Your knickers are hanging off one ankle. Your shirt’s damp between your shoulder blades. Your heart is thumping against your ribs like it’s late for something.

She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, then leans up and kisses your cheek, maddeningly sweet.

You stay exactly where you are. Head back. Shirt stuck to your chest. Breathing like you’ve just run six flights of stairs.

She stands.

“Now,” she says, voice amused but gentle, “are you ready for bed?”

You blink at her.

You still can’t feel your legs.

“Ten minutes,” you whisper.

“No,” she says. “Now.”

And somehow, you stand.

[mimimarlee]

young and in love

kyra cooney cross x reader

you and kyra have always been together.. just not together?

probably one of my less structured fics. basically i get stressed when i write fluff. i don’t love how it’s written but cbs rewriting so here we go. might cop some hate for the story line but if you have a issue keep it to yourself xo also aware that this is short(er) for me but i struggle so much with writing fluff. hopefully you guys enjoy <3

warnings: none? that i’m aware of.

You can’t really remember a time when you and Kyra weren’t together. You’ve been a pair for your whole life, from mothers group to kindergarten to school to the Matildas to Sweden and then to North London. It’s a thing, she’s like your third arm and you’re like her third leg. It’s always been that way, you don’t remember a time or day where you haven’t been side by side.

You never really think about it, you’ve never known otherwise. The two of you are one, in every way possible. It’s never been an issue, whenever a new club or contract has always come up you’ve always been a two in one deal, the Australian midfield and forward duo that never fail to tear up whatever opponents you face.

It’s never been defined but there’s an understanding with everybody around you that you and Kyra are simply you and Kyra.

You suppose that Harper is the first person to question it all. In the same innocent way that children seem to.

“Are you and Kywa going to get married like mummy and Klara one day?”

Harper is hanging off your neck, Kobe sitting a few feet away with a duplo block in his mouth. Kyra is in the room next door supposedly making dinner for the kids whilst Kat and Klara are out for their monthly date night.

“What makes you ask that, huh monkey?”

You reach onto your shoulders and pull Harper down, laying her down on the carpet before assaulting her with tickles all over her tummy.

“Mummy says that her and Rara are getting married because they love each other very much and they live together. She says that if people want to be married then they should love each other, you and auntie kyra love each other lots.”

You can’t really argue the toddlers point, she’s right, you and Kyra do love each other a lot.

“And you kiss when you think I’m not looking, and you make fun of each other like mummy and Rara and you wear her clothes.”

You’ve never thought about it in that way, Kyra and you have always just been together, not in any way besides that. It’s simple really, or at least that’s how it feels.

“Well someone’s an observant little girl aren’t they. Would you want me and Kyra to get married?”

The thought has never crossed your mind, not for you and Kyra at least. Although you wouldn’t say no to it either.

“Only if I get to carry the flowers like I am for Rara and mummy and I have to get a pretty dress.”

You think about it for a second, white dresses and suits, flowers, an aisle, all of it. It flashes through your head like a little move and then it stops. You and Kyra aren’t like that, you don’t know what you are but you aren’t that. Or at least you don’t want to get your hopes up about it.

“Oi, munchkins, dinner is served.”

Harper scrambles off of you, as if she hasn’t eaten in three months and bolts into the kitchen, leaving just you and Kobe.

“What do you think Mister, is your sister crazy?”

Kobe just gives you a gummy smile.

“I’m talking to a baby, aren’t I? Maybe I’m the crazy one.”

Your coos at Kobe manage to elicit a giggle from the baby as you swoop him up off the ground and carry him into the dining room.

You place him down in his highchair before trailing into the kitchen, finding Harper hanging onto Kyra’s legs as she tries to plate up their meal.

“It’s not burnt, that’s an improvement.”

Kyra drops her spatula to hit you.

“Hey, not cool. I don’t see you helping with feeding the monsters.”

You smirked and reached down to pick up Harper, bringing her up onto your hip to give Kyra a moment of peace.

“That’s because I take my job as chief monster wrangler very seriously, it’s not for the faint of heart.”

Kyra snorts, picking up the two plates she’s made for the kid and leading out to the dining room.

Dinner goes by fairly well until Kobe throws a dino nugget at Harper and she retaliates by throwing her peas. Kobe’s easy enough to get into bed, two books and a warm bottle of milk and he’s out. Harper is a little bit more of a project with bathtime, three books, half an hour of cuddles and then death gripping you in her sleep. It takes you about ten minutes to pry her from your arms slowly before you’re finally free.

Kyra is already stretched out on the sofa, a premier league game playing on the TV that she looks like she’s hardly paying any attention to.

“How did chief wrangler go about getting the monsters to bed?”

You plop down on top of her, ignoring the way she groans as your body relaxes into hers.

“5 books and a lot of cuddles. It’s hard work being the favourite.”

Kyra reaches around you, her hands finding their place on your stomach and hips.

“I would be the favourite if you were injured less, not my fault that you have more free time then me.”

Kyra’s hands find their space so naturally, it’s from years of practice and muscle memory.

“What can I say, I have a talent for clumsiness.”

You roll over, stomach to stomach with Kyra, eye to eye.

“Trust me I know, it was only last week that you woke me up in the middle of the night cause you hit your head on our bedside table.”

You don’t really have a comeback in response, so you let your eyes float to the TV.

“Harper asked if we were going to get married someday.”

You expect Kyra to laugh, or say something, but instead her body just jolts.

“Funny, right? She was telling me about all the ways we were like Kat and Klara so that should mean we should get married as well.”

Kyra laughs finally, but it’s not in the same way she normally does. It’s kind of choked and stuck in the back of her throat.

“Yeah funny what kids come up with.”

You take your eyes off the TV and back to Kyra’s face, her eyes flash away as soon as yours land on hers.

“I thought about it for a minute, the dresses, our families, on the beach. It was stupid but it would have been nice.”

Kyra laughs again, the exact same way. You try to ignore the way it twists around your throat and makes you feel like it’s harder to breathe.

“Cause we’re just us, and I just love us, you know?”

You know you’ve well and truly fucked up when Kyra nods, still averting your eye contact completely. You don’t want to risk it completely though by going all in, it’s all uncharted territory.

“Yeah, it’s not us.”

You consciously ignore the way that Kyra’s face scrunches up as she says it.

If Harper is the first to question then in typical Meado fashion Beth is second.

It happens in the midst of a team bonding session at Kim’s house, it might be the midst of London winter but for whatever reason the occasion for the day is a barbeque and pizzas. Steph’s on barbeque because everyone agrees that the Australian way is the best way and Lia, Manu and Codi are all in charge of pizzas and everyone else is tasked with a variation of tasks like making drinks and for the most part having fun. It’s one of your first team bonding nights, so you’re yet to have been tasked with a specific role and aren’t quick to give up your spot lounging in Kim’s backyard. For whatever reason Beth has managed to weasel out of her own job to join you and a group of the other girls as you enjoy the very rare occurrence of the sun in the winter months.

Kyra, who should be enjoying it as well, is in a particularly pesty mood and has tasked herself with the job of seeing how much she can get on everybody else's nerves without being screamed at. So far you’ve observed as she’s stuck the clothes pegs from Kim’s washing line to whatever article of clothing or ponytail she can, pull a chair out from underneath three of your teammates and steal Steph’s tongs 6 times only for her to put them back three minutes later once Steph had gone off in search of them. It’s entertaining for you, mostly because you’re the only one who's used to her antics. You’ve seen every prank from the past 23 years of life, you basically have a detector inside of you that goes off when Kyra is plotting something.

You watch, you observe and you laugh a little bit to yourself at the obliviousness of your teammates as Kyra continues her mostly harmless attacks on your teammates.

“It’s disgusting how in love the two of you are.”

You lean over to look at Beth, your eyes still trained on Kyra in your peripherals.

“She’s my best friend, dork.”

You shrug it off like it’s nothing, because it kind of is.

“Your best friend who you sleep in the same bed with, fuck when we win, kiss when you’re drunk, don’t date or look at anybody else and have wrapped around your finger. Sounds totally like best friends, really gay, really in love with each other, best friends.”

You look away from Beth to stop her from seeing your blush, but partly to look back at Kyra.

“Kyra, no.”

Kyra in your lapse of attention has managed to somehow find a watering can and is hovering a few feet behind Vic as she watches the barbeque whilst Steph has gone on her seventh search for her tongs.

In a matter of seconds, possibly milliseconds the watering can is dropped, deserted on a bench beside her as she glares at you as if you’ve wrecked her master plan.

“And you can get her to stop her pranks. You can’t fool me, the two of you are clandestined lovers and I cannot be convinced otherwise.”

Kyra continues to pout at you, completely oblivious to the conversation happening between you and Beth. You pat down on the cushion beside you and Kyra trudges over like a kid who has just been told off even when they know that they’re being naughty. She collapses down next to you, her arms knotting themselves over your shoulders as she does so.

“Meado, why are you smiling at us like that?”

There becomes a common understanding amongst the team that you and Kyra’s dynamic is not quite like anything else. It kind of becomes an unspoken rule that most people don’t talk about it, but there are a few people who take it upon themselves to try and force you and Kyra to take your heads out of your asses and just acknowledge that you are more than the two of you seem to think. There are other people, some of your teammates, who believe it’s easier to let the two of you live. You’re both so happy, it’s so clear to see. People like Steph, Caitlin and Kat are so used to it that they hardly bat an eye at the two of you. At least that’s how it goes for the most part.

Kyra is at Steph’s house for dinner whilst you’re in London for the night at a brand event.

It’s mostly a nice dinner, Beth pops in and out but Viv’s over so for the most part they do their own thing.

Steph makes a great bolognese, life changing almost.

For the most part their conversations revolve solely around football until it somehow lands to you.

“I’m surprised you didn’t get the plus one invite tonight, huh?”

Steph doesn’t miss the way that Kyra’s lips immediately perk up at the mention of you, it’s the same way it’s always been.

“We’re not like that.”

Steph also doesn’t miss the way Kyra’s face scrunches up as she says it.

“But you want to be?”

Kyra bites her tongue, and then her lip. She doesn’t really know what to say to that. Not when you’re so adamant that you two are just that.

“We’re best mates.”

Steph wants to pick up a piece of garlic bread and throw it at Kyra, she really does.

“Best mates who spend every single minute together or on the phone with each other, best mates who can’t sleep without being next to each other, best mates who I’ve seen kiss multiple times, best friends who plan their whole lives around each other. You are not best mates, not in the way that most people are with their best mates. Beth and I are best friends, do you see us kissing and fucking when we feel like it? Do you see us bloody buying houses based on the fact that it accommodates the other person. Do we plan our whole holiday break based on which place is going to make the both of us the happiest? Look Kyra, you’re clearly in love. I’ve never seen a person more whipped in my entire life. You’ve only been like that in the few years that I’ve known you, but the two of you have been doing this your whole lives. You’re going to keep doing it, that’s fine, but it’s also okay to want more. Look, I’m not saying one way is better than the other but it seems like you’re struggling and if you need the sway I’m happy to help.”

Kyra’s whole body tenses, like she’s been caught out on the prank of the century. Except her usual cheekiness is completely gone.

“She likes us how we are. I don’t want to be greedy and end up losing her forever. What we have is good, being just us is enough.”

Kyra pushes her fork around her plate because she doesn’t know what else to do with Steph staring at her.

“You don’t have to settle for enough. I can guarantee that she is just as scared as you to say anything. The both of you will spend your life wondering what if. If you love her, more than she knows then you have to tell her, you will spend the rest of your life regretting it if you don’t.”

Steph thinks she’s watched enough romance movies to know it’s true, it’s always the case of two people being so in love that they don’t know how to tell the other.

“She-She doesn’t want me like that. She always says that we’re just us, every time anybody mentions anything else she always says no. I have enough, asking for anything else would be stupid.”

Steph’s heart throbs at the words, this really is like the rom coms she watches.

“But if the opportunity was there, if she asked, you’d say yes.”

Kyra doesn’t say anything but the twinkle in her eyes tells Steph everything.

“You need to take your head out of your ass and tell Kyra how you feel because she thinks that you don’t want her.”

You’re lying on a physio bed, half awake whilst your calf gets massaged when Leah shakes your whole body. You haven’t even had your coffee yet, you struggle to understand half of the words that leave her mouth.

“Sorry, what?”

Leah sticks her head underneath the table, looking up at you.

“All I’ve heard from Steph all morning is all the plans revolving around somehow getting you and Kyra to realise that you’re in love with each other. Kyra’s worried that you don’t want her that way, you’re a doofus, yadayada. I’m telling you now to pull your finger out and tell her that you liked her more than just being companions or whatever the fuck you are because if I have to hear another second of it I will combust.”

You don’t know whether it’s the decaffeination or how fast Leah is speaking but you still struggle to understand what she’s saying.

“I’m sorry, what are we talking about?”

Leah looks like she wants to hit you.

“You and Kyra and your stupid fucking situationship that nobody understands. Tell her you love her and not in the stupid way you do now but in a I love you and I want you to be my girlfriend even though you already are and get married and spend the rest of my life with you.”

You blink a few times because you don’t really know what to say.

“Okay?”

Leah smiles.

“Glad we have this talk, you have until the end of day or else Steph is locking the two of you in a storage closet until you can work it all out.”

You still feel like you’re in a fever haze by the time you find Kyra. She’s in a recovery room using compression boots when you come in.

“You know I love you right?”

Kyra smirks, lazily like it’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever said.

“I know, I love you too idiot.”

You ignore the fact that sitting next to Kyra is Vic, Codi and Lessi.

“No, like I love you because you're the person I want to spend my life with, like my girlfriend or partner or whatever. I love you like that, just not as a friend.”

Kyra’s mouth gapes, big and wide and then she clamps it shut.

“O-Okay.”

It’s kind of cute, actually, it’s really cute. It makes you feel bad for having not established this earlier.

“You’re cool with that, life, marriage, kids. All of that, if not maybe tell me now and we can like move out or whatever. Just wanted to let you know that’s how I feel. I’m sure we can talk about it at home, just thought I’d make sure before we get locked in a closet together.”

Kyra nods, her mouth still gaping a bit.

“Yeah, I’m cool with that.”

You smile in the same way you have since you were 6 and the two of you were taking kindergarten photos.

“Good to hear, I’ll see you at training.”

You’re gone before Kyra can ask much more.

Alessia is the first one to speak.

“I’m so confused, please tell me everybody else is confused.”

Everyone else nods, almost the same look on their faces as Kyra.

“Wait-closet? What about a closet?”

[mimimarlee]

ADDICTED, jana fernàndez x fem!reader

Summary: in which you and jana agree a pact where the friendship and pleasure is in the game.

Warnings: smut, fluff, don't read it.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

Jana's head moves like a soft wave every time it reaches the shoreline, breaking there and repeating the same process. She can hear your whimpers, your hands on her head pressing where you wanted. Her own hands are placed on your thighs, opening them like if you are a book and she invested in their pages, devouring them. In some way it's like that, tongue deep down your walls exploring you like the first time, all over again. She knows you are close, her eyes do not lose your expressions the entire time she is down, Jana knows at this point your body, the walls tightening on her tongue and fingers, even if she mostly likes to do it with her mouth, like if she is kissing you, open mouthed kissed where you reach the heaven with her tongue.

The brunette smiled lazily looking up, removing her hair from her face and looking at you with pleasure plastered on your face, eyes closed while your hands were gripping the sheets. The low light from the lamp on the nightstand gives you the perfect shadow, you are still wearing your sweater but she can appreciate the red blush on your neck taking her way to your cheeks.

"Good?" Jana asks hoarse, leaning her head on your leg watching you.

You nod with your head, finally opening your eyes. "Hmm, you are better every time you do it."

Jana chuckles by your comment, covering your naked part with the sheet while she lays next to you, she is still wearing her training kit.

The defender is coming back to her normal behaviour, the one before her break up —in some way— destroys her. It's been months since this happened, and if she needs to thank someone is you.

She has met you since school, a shy friend rooting for her on the matches since always, not changing the aspect when Jana made herself a space in the senior team. However the young Catalan made her own to support you in your dreams, even when you went to live in Madrid to study in college and leave her with a sad sensation.

"I need to go." You comment when recovered, voice low while your eyes are fixed on her.

You two never kissed when these moments happened, it's only sex. Only to gain experience, to learn. To make Jana have a pass time, to you to leave her do what she wanted.

Jana nods, seeing how you are fixing your hair in your low bun. She bent down and picked up your belongings, placing them carefully next to you. She licks her lips and tastes your essence and feels thirsty, inside of her she doesn't mind drinking from you again.

"Pick you up tomorrow after training?" Her voice sounded gentle, a hint of uncertainty in it because maybe you have another plan.

You give her a lipped smile, putting on your underwear and your pants under her gaze. "Sure, I can finish the project later." You lowly let her know, you lean down and kiss her cheek.

That simple gesture makes Jana blush and advertise her eyes from your form briefly, clearing her throat and starting to play with her nails.

"See you." You muttered when you put on your shoes and jacket, waving at your friend with your hand and then going away from her flat.

The words stayed stuck on her throat, watching the empty place. Sighing, Jana goes to her bathroom to take a cold shower.

•••

The next day Jana is in a good mood.

When she arrived to her flat after training, she received a package she bought a few days ago. After she inspects it and her imagination flies, she saves the box in her closet.

However, her mood is ruined when some of her teammates dragged her to the beach, texting you to tell you later she would pick you up, if that's okay with you.

"Why are you frowning like a kid?" Kika points out, pressing her finger between Jana's eyebrows. The defender sighs and pushes her hand away, making Kika chuckle.

Jana saves her phone on her pocket, intertwining her hands through her knees and watch the sunset. "I have plans, that's all." She muttered.

"And why didn't you say something? We could hang out another day." Kika says, like it's obvious.

"Because Mapi and Patri dragged me here! Saying something about change your mood." Jana tries to imitate them, changing her voice and rolling her eyes when see Kika's holding her laugh.

"Well, if it helps, your mood improved from this past month..." The striker nudges her shoulder gently, copying Jana's posture.

All of them have had some struggle with Jana's mood recently, they don't blame her for that, just the person who cheated on her.

Jana bit her lower lip, the salty air hitting her nostrils and calming her. She thought that if she needs to leave Barcelona to play in another country, she is going to miss that smell so much.

"They were worried." Kika comments after a pause, her hair flying in soft waves, sometimes some strands of hair brushing her cheeks. "We are worried," she corrected herself. "You pass to speak about everything to shut up and be grumpy. It's weird seeing you with that mood." She finishes to say, shrugging.

On the shoreline, Mapi is chasing Patri with Claudia behind laughing. Ingrid is calling them and being ignored, standing next to her is Frido, recording the whole thing with a playful smirk. A few meters away, Cata and Vicky are sitting doing a sand castle, like if they are in a summer day when the heat it's dancing with the maximum temperature. All of them are with their training kit, and for their luck the next day they have a day off.

"I'm better now." Jana whispers, her jaw clenching at the reason she had been acting.

"I know." Kika comments back, smirking. Her eyes finds Jana's profile. "How is her name? Y/N, right?" Her laugh filled their space when her friend turned her head quickly to look at her, the blush becoming present on her cheeks. "So... When Am I meeting her again?"

"Never." Jana muttered, looking to the shoreline.

She isn't jealous of Kika, she knows her enough to know that her friend is a flirty person. But luckily to her, you did not wander too much around her teammates.

"Why? She seemed so nice when I met her, so adorable around us for her shyness." Kika laughs quietly when Jana elbows her ribs. "It's with her that you have plans?"

"Maybe." That answer makes Kika snort, raising both hands in the air when Jana looks at her. "She is my friend and I want to spend time with her, I remind you she has been living in Madrid for the past three years."

Kika patted her shoulder a few times and stood up, a hand in the air for Jana to join her. The Catalan sighed but accepted her hand, walking to the shoreline and starting to run away when Mapi ran towards them with a mischievous plan.

•••

"Are you ready?" Jana asks between your legs, both hands at the side of your head to support her weight.

She can feel the blush creeping on her face, the nervousness running through her body. The fabric of her bright blue training kit brushing their exposed skin, the lubricant bottle laying on her right side. Her hair fell like a curtain, from time to time she removes it aside to have a better look at you.

You nod, biting your lip. Your hands are gripping on Jana's side, just like her feeling nervous. "I'm ready." You say, feeling the dildo's tip brushing your skin.

Jana nods and puts on her knees after a moment, grabbing the bottle and spreading it on the pink dildo and with her hand spread it, she took a hand to your entrance and brushed a finger there to put some in that place, noticing that actually you didn't need it.

She can feel her pupils dilating. After taking a quick look between her legs and seeing the glistening showing on the dildo, Jana comes back to the same posture she was before.

"Tell me if you are uncomfortable, okay?" The brunette whispers, watching how you nod.

Taking a hand to the dildo, supporting her weight with a hand, she lowered her head a little to put the dildo to your entry, pushing a little in and stopping, watching carefully your face. After all, it's her first time doing that and she didn't want to hurt you.

"Keep going." You rasp out, taking a hand to her shoulder.

Jana nods again, pushing slowly inside of you. She heard how you hissed when it became deeper, your nails digging on her skin through the fabric of her kit. Her hand comes back to rest next to your head, the view she had a few moments ago making her a little dazzled, the arousal she is feeling intensifying.

She remains still, waiting for you to give a signal that she can move. Meanwhile, Jana is appreciating your features since she is close to your face. Your eyes are closed, biting your lower lip that soon you release, the grip on her shoulder and side loosening, she can feel your legs relaxing.

Then, you open your eyes and nod with your head, muttering at her you are alright. Her hips pushed behind slowly and at the same pace, she hides the colour inside of you. She is like that a few times, one of your hand flies to her cheek to remove her hair, the warmth sensation explodes on her skin and makes her hips move excited, the sound of your skin meeting with hers is louder than before. And like it was the indication they needed, sharing a look they didn't dare to speak out loud, Jana pressed her body on yours, nose to nose and with mouths half open, Jana's hips became faster.

Your legs started to lock around her waist, hands scratching her back through the clothes, soft moans are heard with Jana's accelerated breath. Then, Jana put on her knees and pressed both hands on your thighs. Biting her lip hard, her eyes focused on the dildo disappearing inside of you, doing it a few times in a slow movement and she stopped to torture herself and ordered to her hips to move faster, creating a song every time it meet your skin. She can't stop watching you, her eyes on your covered chest now, looking at how your boobs move with every push she makes.

"I'm c-close." You whisper, moaning lowly. Jana knows you are holding them, she wants to hear you so badly that she is tempted to dare herself and eat you until your voice is broken.

Sweating and panting, Jana presses her front on yours and pushes hard, for a moment wishing to feel how your walls clench around her. Your hands meet on her neck, half eyes open looking at her in a drunk expression. She didn't know how but Jana leans and leaves a kiss on your chin, an intimate gesture that says more than if she presses it on your mouth. Her movements become a little sloppy, but she keeps pushing and being seduced by your moans, her head buried on the side of your neck and bite there, your orgasm breaking inside you and exploding outside, hugging Jana's neck and locking your legs around her waist.

Jana can feel a warm liquid through the skin meeting yours and roll down.

She stopped and let her body rest in yours, she only moved her head to look at your face and paint your image in her mind, colouring it with your warm cheeks.

The moment you open your eyes, she is giving you a soft smile, a hand going to your face and wiping your cheeks, pulling off some strand of hair sticking there.

"Can you remove it?" You ask, a hint of teasing in your voice.

Jana removes and puts herself next to you, watching how your eyes are fixed on the colourful dildo. She follows your eyes and sees how it sticks with your orgasm, the end of her kit with a dark patch where the fabric brushes your entrance.

Clearing her throat, putting aside the wish to do it all over again, Jana takes a hand to the pink penis and removes it from the harness.

"Do you want?" Jana moves it near your face, a smirk on her mouth when you move your nose and shake your head. "Better, because it's for me." Then, she takes it to her mouth and starts to suck, a groan is muffled by it when your flavour meets her tongue.

It becomes one of her favourite flavours.

She can hear how you leave a small squeal, smacking her arm softly. Jana watches you with amusement, sucking like if it is an ice cream.

•••

Guess who I find here😌

Photo attached.

Jana's jaw dropped when she tapped Kika's chat. In the picture she is witnessing you are there, standing awkwardly with a shy smile next to Kika, who looks the contrary at you. The Portuguese have an arm hanging around your shoulders, a knowing smirk plastered framed by part of her hair falling aside.

It seems that you two coincided at the same club and Kika didn't waste the opportunity to send the proof to her teammate, who is in Brighton visiting Bruna.

The defender pulls off from Kika's chat to press yours instead, she typed a quick apology for her friend's behaviour and also complimented you for how beautiful you look.

Turning around on the bed Bruna saved for her when she visited, pressed Kika's name and the first tone rang.

"Leave her alone." Was the first thing Jana says when Kika accepted the call.

The striker leaves out a small laugh, the music in the background is the perfect contrast of the silence in the dark room where Jana is.

"Easy there, I just took a picture with her. It's not me who you should be worried about." Kika hummed, her words slurring a little at the end of the sentence.

Her frown deepened with the implication her teammate made. "What do you mean?" She whispers, holding her phone tightly in her ear.

Kika giggles at the other side. "Aitana seems very interested in her," she pauses and after a few seconds of silence, speaks again. "look at the photo I sent you."

Jana removes her phone from her ear and presses her finger on her chat, watching how Aitana is leaning on your side telling you something in your ear, probably because the music is loud. She can't see your face. She didn't like how her chest tightened for a second when saw the picture or how tight her jaw became.

"They know each other," Jana says after taking her phone to her ear again, her free arm going under her head for support. She didn't know what to say next, so she remained quiet.

"I'll keep an eye on them." Kika hummed, like she sensed without telling so much. Then, she hung up when she shouted a goodnight at her.

Throwing the phone on the bed, Jana makes herself a lot of questions where the answer didn't want to show up, her mind scratching the right moment when it happened.

•••

She couldn't hide the surprise on her face when see you standing in front of her door.

Not for a particular reason, you two have your schedule set and after all, Jana mentioned she had bond night with the team that day.

"Sorry to come, but I don't know where else to go..." You muttered, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your sweatshirt.

Jana grabs your other hand and pulls from you towards hers, wrapping you in a hug while she closes the door with her left foot.

"You can come here when you want, you know it." The brunette whispered, leaning her chin on your head. "What happened?" She asks you gently, rocking your bodies in synchronization feeling your hands on her training kit.

"Life." You grumpily say, moving your head and leaning it on her shoulder looking at the white wall.

"They lost for not having you with them." Jana comments softly, guessing you are like that because you received another negative to obtain a job. "You'll see when you are successful and they regret the rejection they gave you."

You leave out a small chuckle, giving her a long squeeze before you separate and fix your eyes on her clothes, your smile opening.

"Still wearing the training kit? I'm sure they are used by now that you are always late." You comment teasingly.

Jana wanted to fake an offender expression, but your red eyes and cheeks are too distracting to her. "I take my time to get ready," she smirks, intertwining her fingers with yours and walking to the couch. "You wait here, I don't take too long." She pocket her tongue out at you when you snort, tickling your side briefly.

Probably it's because you are here, but actually Jana didn't take too long to be ready. Hair damp with fresh clothes on, she goes out of her bedroom and sits next to you while putting on her boots.

"I'm surprised." You state, saving your phone in your pocket.

Jana winks at you. "See? Told you. Also, do you want to come with me? They wouldn't mind it." She says when saw your expression to her offer. "It would be a good thing for you to distract yourself..." She hummed, nudging your side when she finished putting on her boots.

Rolling your eyes, you gave in. Her arms wrapped around you immediately, humming happily for your quiet reply.

When you two arrived at Mapi and Ingrid's place, they all were there already and welcome you, not bothering for the new intruder. Jana ignores when Kika winks at her way when she hugs you and remains next to you with an arm on your shoulders.

Through the evening, Jana can see the change in your mood. You are smiling more, frowning when Kika makes a double meaning comment to her and you talking with them makes Jana look at you with a dazzle expression.

Still, she didn't know that it could be ruined in a second. Jana is holding her cards on her chest for Patri and Mapi doesn't sneak a quick look at them, waiting for her turn to throw —hopefully— a card. Then, her phone vibrates on her lap indicating someone is calling. Still covering her cards on her chest, she picks it up with the other and her breath falters for a moment. There is no name in the ID, but she didn't need it when know the number perfectly.

It belongs to her ex.

Her phone is in silent mode, so she sees the screen with the entry call until it finishes. Without thinking too much Jana throws the card to the floor and stands up, cursing walking to the bathroom with her phone in hand.

How dare she call her?

Jana bites her lower lip hard, eyes fixed on the phone in her hand feeling very angry. Again, she didn't think and threw the device hard to the floor watching how the screen formed a scratch in a horizontal form. Rubbing her forehead with a hand on her hip, she bent down to pick up her phone but left out a small pained sound, leaving the phone where it was. Blood started to fall for the cut she made on her fingertips.

The door opened and a small group was formed there, they are looking at Jana and the first to go inside is Patri.

"Take Y/N out! She is prone to deep cuts and could pass out for the blood." Jana in a rush command, hiding her hand from you when she sees you on the entry.

Alexia comes inside and gently asks for some of them to take you to the living room, Kika and Patri are the ones who take charge of the phone while Alexia rummages through the bathroom in search of the kit to take care of Jana's cut.

"What happened?" Alexia asks while she cleans the cut, apologising when Jana leaves out a small hiss.

Patri and Kika look at each other and go away from there with the phone, leaving them some privacy.

Jana looks at the ceiling, tears of impotence rolling through her cheeks. "She called." There is no necessity to mention the name of who Jana is referring to.

"Did she do it frequently?" Alexia questioned, a protective tone showing up for the information shared.

"No." Jana answers after sighing. "Only when she is bored."

"Why didn't you block her number?"

It's a good question, why didn't she do that? Jana doesn't know why, but it's the first thing she is going to do when she obtains a new phone.

The only answer Jana could do is shrug, Alexia squeezed her arm in a reassuring way.

Before they could continue talking, a knock was heard. They see how your head goes in and ask if everything is okay, a hand covering her eyes and it only makes Jana paint a silly smile.

"I am." The brunette let you know, watching how you put down your hand and opened the door.

Alexia stood up when she finished putting a small bandage on her fingers, saving everything and letting you some privacy closing the bathroom door.

"You are angry." You point out gently, sitting on her lap because there isn't another place to sit.

Jana's arms hold you, hiding her head on your neck and trying to calm herself. She feels how you rub small circles on her back, but the thought of the call makes her impossible to pay attention to.

However when you stand up, Jana frowns and grabs your hand to pull you towards her to come back on her lap, but you resist.

"I can help." You whispered, giving her a small smile.

Confused, Jana sees how you take your hands to your pants and pull off the button, zip down.

"You don't have to do that." Jana clenched her jaw, eyes getting dark for the implication you are making.

You didn't say anything, just pull down your pants and your black panties. Jana swallows, fixing her gaze on your exposed part. She didn't want you to believe that she wanted only for sex, you are more important to her than the new experience you two implement in your lives. But it's very difficult to articulate a word out when she has you centimetres away from her.

"Come here..." Jana pushes your hips with both hands and keeps them there firmly, giving you a significant look, she lowered her head and trail kisses from your belly to the place she anticipated.

Jana's hands grip on your hips like if her life depends on it. She didn't mind the pain shooting through her fingertips, ignoring it. She keeps pushing her tongue inside of you, your smell intoxicating her while your taste makes her feel drunk. It didn't help the sounds you are hiding in your mouth, the sound of her mouth playing or her saliva creating noises.

Taking a look at your core, she asked herself which lips would be swollen, yours or hers. Jana is careful, but her next movement shows how much. She pushes you closer —if that is possible— and puts both hands on your ass cheeks, knowing you are close, Jana stops licking and starts to kiss you, a soft moan escaping from her mouth and thankfully it's muffled by your vaginal lips. She makes you raise a leg on her neck, to give her more access.

A hand flies to her head, making pressure where you wanted her to be. Jana stopped doing it slowly to increase the rhythm, wanting to taste you.

Panting, Jana locked her arms on your waist and separated a little from the place, kissed your lower abdomen and looked up, watching your post orgasm face.

"Feeling better?" Your voice sounded hoarsely, a hoarse whisper while your hand massaged her scalp.

Jana wanted to sit you on her lap and kiss you, but that would be weird. So she just nodded with her head, licking her lips. The brunette stands up and grabs a towel, knowing where her friends saved them and wetting it with soap, she approaches and kindly cleans you quickly, ignoring once again the tightness on her fingers.

Once you are in your panties and pants, you bring her to the sink and clean her chin with your red cheeks, eyes not missing any dirty spots with your juices.

"I thought to bring you a pillow and a sheet to sleep there." Mapi jokes when she sees you two come back to the living room, Claudia screaming UNO with a mischievous laugh.

Jana goes in holding your hand, choosing to sit in the empty space on the couch with you. With her mind tired, she hears you quietly having a conversation with Ona until her eyelids are closed and miss the rest of the bond night.

•••

She never thought to have a kink, and less if the strap on is involved. How did she get turned on to stroke her fake cock?

It started at a distracted moment, she was seeing you get ready because you are meeting some friends to go outside, while her eyes keep looking at you, her hand flies to her training shorts, forgetting she put on the strap early that day and remembered when her fingers brushed the bulge. With tinted cheeks, she sneaks a hand inside and brushes carefully the length, up and down for a few times until Jana held it and started to stroke, eyes on you wondering to herself how would feel to actually feel that stroke.

Then, it worsened when she got out of you one time and saw the cock glistening with your juices, while you were trying to regulate your breathing, the brunette took a hand to it and started to rub, fingers starting to be covered by your essence, a grunt escaped from her mouth without realising. To enjoy what she was doing more, her eyes closed and kept stroking, behind her eyelids the imagination flew vividly.

Opening her eyes again, she made you sit down on her lap and have another round. She held your hip with her fingers covered by you, your tits bouncing up and down on her face and for the first time leaving a mark on your clavicle.

Now, Jana finds herself hiding this guilty pleasure around you, ashamed that you can judge her.

And it's not the only thing she is hiding. The excitement when you are around her, the long gazes she gave you when you rant at her, the smile on her face when you laugh or the pure love on her eyes every time she helps you to touch the stars in the broken silence of her bedroom.

She is afraid too though. Jana knows you for half of her life, memories of when you were kids playing with other kids on the street, Jana happily choosing you when they made teams to play to whatever it was, helping her when the longest injury crashed her and put aside the pitch. You embraced her tears, the pain she felt with the world recently or the stupid deal you made drunk to have more experience when future couples show what you gained.

•••

Taking a long sigh, Jana watches you interact with Kika, who you created a bond with since you joined with them that day.

The striker have improvised a small gathering in her flat, she asks her to bring you and spend a good time, recalling to her that you should like to taste some of the traditional Portuguese recipes she made.

Kika is out for the rest of the season, missing the tournament this summer and probably the start of the new season. Jana has an idea of how she could feel, the team is taking care of her, however they all know how hard it is.

"Do you like it?" Kika asks you straight, anticipation showing on her face, she has her spoon hanging mid air and waits for your answer like an impatient child.

You nod, wiping the corner of your mouth with a napkin. Kika mouthed a yes, raising her free hand to air in a fist and gaining the laugh of them.

"If you want, another day I can cook Francesinha, I think you would like it." Then, she proceeded to explain what ingredients it has while you all finished the Caldo Verde she made. Kika named more typical Portuguese recipes.

Frido comments at you about Swedish dishes, agreeing to herself to bring you some typical Swedish sweets that everyone needs to taste once in their life.

"If you don't ask her, I'll do it." Aitana surprised Jana after dinner, approaching her on the balcony.

The defender opens her eyes, leaning on the chair and looking briefly behind them to see if someone heard her. Aitana snort and pat playfully her arm, muttering they are alone.

"I don't know if your friend had some problem with her eyes, but it's obvious." The midfielder hummed, the corner of her lips twitching up. "Don't try to deny it." She advertised her when see her open her mouth.

Jana takes a deep breath, looking everywhere minus Aitana. Clearing her throat, she puts a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I'm afraid." She admitted, swallowing.

She had this conversation with Bruna, not mentioning the part where she has sex with you, the young striker catches on her feelings very easily.

Aitana tilts her head, playing with her fingers on the table. Inside, small laughter was heard. "It's normal. But sometimes you need to risk, that's life. It's the emotion of living, if it is scary do it."

Those words hit Jana, maybe agreeing on them. If she needs to risk being with someone, that is you. There aren't any other people she wants to be than you at this moment.

"Kika seems interested in her too..." Aitana teases Jana a little, her eyes focusing on the living room where you are holding her sides awkwardly because Kika is not using the crutches.

Jana rolls her eyes, smiling.

"She is interested in someone to tease." Jana corrects Aitana, watching through her shoulder.

Ingrid lowered the volume when Mapi raised it loudly, scolding her girlfriend while this one danced with a glass in her hand, happily helping you to dance with Kika. Frido calls for the ones on the balcony, telling them that their drinks are ready. Vicky ran like a kid away from Patri, while Ellie, Claudia and Esmee were sitting on the nearby couch to the balcony, phones in hand recording and talking between them. Ona came out of the kitchen with her phone up, pointing it at them and telling she is talking with Lucy.

"Do it." Aitana muttered when she stood up and stepped towards Ona, loudly greeting Lucy.

Jana stands up too, walking and witnessing how you look invested in whatever Mapi is telling you.

•••

"I love you..." Jana muttered when she lay on top of you, lips brushing your ear.

She can feel the grip on her shirt, loosening slowly when her words meet you. She can feel your eyes on the side of her face, centimetres away separating. Her brown eyes meet you decisively, brushing her thumb on your cheek and caressing your skin.

Then, she has an idea. Since the deal started, Jana never pulled her shirt off, just like you. Quickly, she pulls it off alongside her sport bra and comes back to lay on top of you.

She sees your blush, her fingers travel around the gem of your shirt, asking with her eyes if that is okay with you. Leaving a trail of kisses between your chest, she sneaks a hand behind to remove your bra, allowing her to appreciate the curve of your breast. Jana moves her head at the same level as yours and brushes her nose with yours, hands on the side of your head.

"You know... I just realised something," you started to say in a low voice. You take a hand to caress her cheek. "I never make you cum."

Jana suppresses a smirk when you shyly say the last word, you see her and playfully pat her arm. "It was necessary, I took care of myself." The brunette confessed, remembering the times she used your image to come.

When the brush of your thumb on her cheek brings her back, Jana's heartbeat accelerates. Maybe it's not the time, but she leaves herself to flow.

"I want to tell you something." Jana leans on one side, copying you and bringing a hand to your cheek, her finger tracing a small way to repeat. "I don't know if you noticed, but I like you. Like, I feel strong things towards you, not only desire...-" she cuts herself when notice she is rambling, the blush starts to approach on her cheeks. Clicking her tongue, she bites her lip nervously.

You noticed and released her lip from her teeth, muttering that's okay and to take a breath. The moment Jana focused on you, she noticed a calm gesture on your face and something inside her relaxed.

Clearing her throat, Jana gives herself another try to do it better. "I would love to take you on a date, and many more. I want to hold your hand every time you think you can't. I want to remind you how beautiful you are when you don't feel you aren't. I want to be your smile when you cry or your refuge when you want to hide." She can continue saying things, but she stopped when see your crystal eyes and a tear fell from them. Jana catches it with her lips, kissing your wet skin.

Unexpectedly, you turned around and put Jana under you. Her hands fly to your hips, chuckling surprised by your movement. "I love you too." You whisper in her mouth, smiling widely watching her. Assimilating Jana's declaration and not believing she feels the same.

Jana puts both hands on your cheeks and with the same smile as you, brings your face to her and finally kisses you, an electric sensation running through her body.

It's a slow and shy kiss, turning into a loving, desperate and with emotion. Jana wants to tell you through her kisses how much you mean to her, the scars you carefully patch and teach her to love, when the silence spoke louder than the words she could say.

There is a lot, but Jana is not a writer to describe, just a learner to you. Your body, the touch of her hands on your curves and a new explorer in your mouth.

[mimimarlee]

Alexia and Alessia, yes fucking please 🥵

Alessia being all shy and not having been with a girl before (going with this since we know next to nothing about her love life lol) and thinking she's as straight as a ruler until England play Spain and she's looking at Alexia like she's just discovered a new religion and realising she's as straight as one of those bendy rulers

Alexia's head tilting because England's star girl is looking like she's ready to beg right there and then and she's not bejnf subtle about it. Half of the England girls are glancing at Alessia like 'yeah...she ain't straight guys, she's looking like she wants to bite into Putellas' bicep.'

Leah, Keira and Lucy specifically being encouraging for this. They know Alexia a bit more than others because two of them played with her and Leah is captain so her and Alexia are practically unspoken bros in my head 😂

Like nahhh let her loose, go on Less. Get your little gay life started, she'll rock your world 😂

-🧠

OMG YASSSS !!

I love the whole "sees one sexy women than realizes their gay" trope. like yeah that was me LMAOO. stuck in denial until I saw a sexy woman playing volleyball on the living room tv at 10….aaaannnd now I write gay porn so 🤷🏽‍♀️ anyways—

and no the way Leah, Lucy, and Keira would be pushing Less over towards after the match. She's blushing like crazy, cheeks redder than a ripe tomato, and trying to push back against the forced steps from her 3 teammates….until she bumps straight into someone's back. She freezes at first— doesn't even notice the fellow England players fleeing the scene as their hands retreat from her body. Oh no, she's in a trance. Because she feels the electricity crackling beneath her skin, knows exactly who it is before she even finishes turning her head.

"I'm so s-sorry," Alessia stutters over her words as their eyes finally meet. A higher pitch cracking out of her mouth from the sight of Alexia up close. Her words trail off, lost in the sea of the Spaniards features. Captivated doesn't even begin to describe it. Alessia's never felt this before. This all consuming wave crashing over her, like she's been floating out at sea until Alexia walked in, and then the tides started pulling her down. And now? Oh, she's surely drowning. But that's okay, because Alexia is there to pull her back up.

There's a warmth behind her eyes, a comforting blanket that wraps around anyone lucky enough to fall under her gaze. She smiles at the loss of words, taking a few seconds to study the face of the woman in front of her. Her eyes are striking, just like her football skills. They both hit you fast when you notice them— like running full speed and then falling face first. Which Alexia has done many times in her youth. Always one to chase after what she wants, pushing herself to always come out on top.

"Want to swap jerseys?" The accent flows off her tongue like magic, putting a trance on Alessia.

Her heads nodding before she regains her ability to speak— and breathe, properly again. "Y-Yeah!"

Right as Alexia's about to pull the sweaty kit off her body she sees them— Keira, Lucy, and Leah all peaking over like a group of gossiping school girls. She holds in her giggle at the antics of the women, returning her attention back to the girl and task at hand. When they're both left in their sports bras and shorts there's a moment of pause as their hands brush. For a few seconds all the noise surrounding them disappears, all the eyes, cameras, and people fade into the background. It's just them. It's like fireworks going off, Alessia nervous system on the frits from all the new emotions being rushed into her brain. Oh god and is that her heart beat in her ears?? The Englishwoman doesn't even hear the next words out of the pretty blonde across from her, just sees her lips moving— and oh god did her lips always look that soft? "I-I'm sorry, w-what did you say?" She shakes her head a little, trying to come out go this fog that's seemed to of swallowed her whole.

Alexia can't help but let the laugh fall from her lips, tongue coming out to wet them as she leans closer, a hand coming out to shake Alessia's. "You can call me Ale, all my friends do."

"Oh," Alessia breaths out with a smile, "I didn't know we were friends."

The Spanish woman has a look on her face Alessia can't quite decipher, but she quickly finds out. Cause while they're still clad in minimal clothing, Alexia leans fully in— sweaty bodies colliding as her lips brush against the skin of Alessia's ear, goosebumps arising in her wake.

"I'd like to be more than that, but we can see where the night goes," and she doesn't pull away at first. Oh no. She waits till she feels and hears Alessia's breath gasp, her body tense up as her heart rate picks back up. She smiles against her skin, and that's when she pulls away. Slipping on the Lionesses Jersey as she proudly sports 'RUSSO' on her back.

Alessia doesn't even hesitate when the next words out of Alexia's mouth are, "Do you want to get a drink?"

She's saying yes before Alexia can finish the sentence, an even deeper shade of red left to dust along her nose and ears as the heat travels back up towards her cheeks. They agree on a place and time. And then she's gone, jogging back over towards her team as Alessia stands still in the aftershock.

She stays like that until Leah's there to cone running up and smacking her on the shoulder, "You're still half naked by the way, love bug. Might want to slide that jersey on before we get group pictures."

okay ill stop now, but no seriously love this duo hehe !!!

[mimimarlee]

Touch starved Alessia x reader

-

You tell yourself you’re fine.

You’ve told yourself this for years. It works. Mostly. You’ve gotten very good at the kind of okay that looks like stillness. No tears, no yelling, no grand declarations of emotion or triumph. Just a nod, a breath, a slow, measured awareness of where your body is in space. Grounded. Neutral. Present.

Everyone else is screaming.

Lia’s on her knees on the pitch crying into her hands, inconsolable in the way that only winning can make you. Lotte is jumping so high it’s like her calves are spring-loaded. Even Katie—unbothered, unflinching, ironclad Katie—has tears in her eyes as she lifts her phone and shouts something unintelligible into it. The noise is ridiculous. Explosive. Pockets of champagne opening in succession like small fireworks. A child screams from the stands. Someone’s mum is on FaceTime already.

And you’re… here.

Just to the left of the huddle. Still in your kit. Mud on your socks. Jaw clenched. Hands behind your back like you’re standing for inspection. You smile—barely—when someone catches your eye, but the corners of your mouth barely lift. You’ve never been able to do that thing everyone else does, that reckless emotional abandonment. That showy sort of joy.

You want to.

You want to so badly it burns. It’s not that you don’t feel it—it’s that you don’t know where to put it. You don’t know how to do it.

Your hands twitch.

You watch your teammates jump and shout and tackle each other like schoolkids on Red Bull. You see arms slung over shoulders, cheeks pressed together, a kind of sweaty, breathless intimacy you can’t help but envy. You don’t know how to join it. You’ve always been the kind of person who needs to be invited in. Not just once—every time.

And no one’s invited you yet.

You shift your weight from one foot to the other, slow and unobtrusive, like maybe that’ll make someone notice. You scan for a familiar face—nothing. Everyone’s too busy. Too wrapped up in the glittering, messy swirl of victory. Your throat is tight. You keep blinking because your eyes won’t stop watering and it’s not even emotional, not really. You’re just tired. Hot. Overstimulated.

You cross your arms.

Then, as if summoned by some internal compass—there she is.

Coming through the crowd like she’s got a tracking device on you. Eyes laser-focused. Kit half untucked. Hairline soaked. She’s scanning, scanning, and then she sees you. Her whole face softens like she’s just found what she was looking for. There’s this look—something quiet and electric—and then she’s crossing the pitch, dodging camera crews and fans and overexcited interns with lanyards. Straight to you.

You brace for teasing. For a joke. For something witty and public and flirtatious.

But all she does is stop in front of you. Look at you, properly. And then wrap her arms around you like she means it.

No warning. No ask. Just herself, pressed up against you, chest to chest, arms locked around your shoulders like the hug was already waiting and you’ve finally walked into it.

You freeze.

Your first instinct is to hold your breath. You don’t do this. You’ve trained your whole life not to. But Alessia doesn’t care. She doesn’t give you time to back away or joke it off. She just holds you, firm and steady and unbelievably warm, and everything in your ribcage softens at once.

It’s like being cracked open with nothing but touch.

You melt.

Not gracefully. Not immediately. It’s a slow, unravelling thing. At first, you just let her. Then you’re breathing again—into her shoulder. Then your arms move—hesitantly—around her waist. Then they tighten. Desperately. Like you might fall through the earth if you let go.

And she knows. You can feel it in the way she shifts her stance to support your weight, the way one hand smooths up your back like she’s trying to soothe the part of you no one else even knows is aching.

Her voice is quiet, right against your ear.

“Knew I’d get a hug out of you eventually.”

You don’t answer. You can’t. You just press closer. Eyes shut. Face half-buried in her neck, where she smells like salt and fig and victory. Your fingers curl into the fabric of her kit. You feel the rise and fall of her breathing. The impossible right-ness of it.

She strokes your hair once, slow.

“Bet you’re not even blinking,” she murmurs.

You smile, then. A real one. And it cracks something open that’s been sealed shut for months. You don’t cry. But you feel very, very close to it.

“Shut up,” you mumble into her skin.

“Make me,” she says, laughing now. Her hands grip you tighter, like she wants to be the reason you learn how to feel out loud.

And you think—maybe she will be.

[mimimarlee]

Free landscaping- (aitana bonmati x physio!r)

Summary- what happens when you move in to a new house next too the aitana bonmati and decides to use her hobby of gardening to give the barca player a little less on her plate and she ends up falling for you but is too scared to make a move until her teammates encourage her

Moving to Barcelona to be an interim physio at Espanyol RCD straight after finishing university in madrid was not on your bucket list however it was a welcome change that although wasnt permanent ,only for a year you, couldnt say no at the direct work experience you were gonna gain from the experience working in the la liga with a mid table mens team. The team were nice enough to set you up with some accomodation which you assumed would be a nice flat not a full blown house with an amazing view and even better a shared front garden space with your neighbor.

The moving process was rather simple the house was fully furnished which was a nice touch as you were very aware your wallet was barley surviving student debt never mind finding an extra 10 grand to spend decorating a house. You were rather unaware of the people in the housing complex while moving in as you thought to do that later it just so happened as you were hauling a box of your clothes to the front door your new neighbor was leaving her house. The glimpse of a barca crest adorned her shorts and a white tshirt but you were to busy checking she was already out of your line of sight before you had a chance to study the girls facial features and you internally cursed as you didnt want to seem completely ignorant to her.

Meanwhile Aitana when leaving her house had seen the boxes on the front drive and had been curious of who her new neighbor was when she walked out the door and saw you lifting boxes with ease and the spanish sun hitting your delts and biceps accentuating them she had to speed up before she was caught staring as a tint of pink started to cover her cheeks. She was in for trouble especially if her teammates found about her new incrediably fit new neighbor and even worse if they found out she was already falling for a girl she saw for a total of 3 seconds.

The days had passed an you were finally settled in your new house and your new job. However all you could think about since the day you moved in you hadnt seen the girl you kept hoping to walk into. Due to both of you without either knowing working under a football schedual the likelihood you would see each other was very slim yet you still prayed you would catch a proper look at the mystery girl you were infatuated with. Luckily for you due to being a physio you were only required to be in on days the players were training and on match days so having a Sunday and Thursday of were rather appreciated.

You hadnt really met anyone yet to hang out with as the majority of the time you spent taping the ankles and knees of sweaty men so they didnt get injured or talking to them about their personal lifes and what they got up too on their time off. This meant that when you had time off you either spent time at the gym working out or at the local shop talking to the old women who had loved your frequent presence and had remembered your order of by heart. But it just so happened you managed to find a flower shop and it lit your passion for gardening again. It had always been a presence in your life your mam used to keep the hanging planter baskets filled with the most beautiful flowers and she always kept the front garden immaculate. Meanwhile your dad and Grandad had ran an allotment together and spent time growing fresh fruit and veg for your family meals.

Staring at the flowers for a few seconds too long had now led you to being in a pair of old trouser a tank top and a pair of garden gloves planting flowers in front of your house and down next to the shrubbery. The sun was bouncing down onto you leaving a sheen layer of sweat across your body that left you to wipe your face against the bottom of your shirt more than once. You were so in your own world you would have nearly missed seeing your neighbor if it wasnt for a so desperatly needed drinks break. As you stood up and turned around you happened to bump into her "omg im so sorry i wasnt looking" you stated as you stared at the rather familar looking girl "its okay dont worry, so you must be my new neighbor" she said having to look up at you "im aitana by the way" she said holding her hand out "Y/N i mean im Y/N " you responded as you stood rather flustered looking into her hazel eyes. "you seem rather busy ill let you continue without me distracting you" she responded as you notice her eyes wandering over your body "its okay im not im just planting some flowers, i can do your side as well i really dont mind" you offered her hoping she would take you up on your offer " i would say yes, however with my job im not here often enough to look after them, thank you though" she said sincerly "ill look after them" you said so fast it was desperate " really, you would?" she said with intrigue "yeah, just for you" you said winking at her attempting to test the waters.

You finished the conversation and as she unlocked her front door it finally clicked your next door neighbor was THE Aitana Bonmati and you decided to have the nerve to flirt with her. However you stayed true to your promise and spent the rest of your afternoon planting flowers in aitiana garden making sure they would be in the right place. To finish it off you went around an mowed the grass and used the strimmer to shape the bushed of where they had been growing into the garden and where the grass had grown rather long near the stairs which a place a typical lawn mower couldnt reach. It was rather theraputic making sure the grass had those neat lines that groundsmen tried hard week in and week out to keep neat on the pitch that would inevitibley be ruined by a tackle or a knee slide.

since that day the two of you had fallen into a routine of you watering the plants and keeping the grass cut and pristine while she would sit on the porch and tell you about her day. However that was all that was happening between you which neither of yous were happy about yet both equally as blind to realise the other felt the same. "So how long are here for" she asked as you began to put away your tools " just the season i havent got a permanent spot on the team unfortuently but the experience is worth it" you said looking back at her "oh right well hopefully they let you stay" aitana said with a hopeful look on her face "why?, you'd miss me Bonmati" you said with a chuckle and you noticed the faint hint of red on her cheeks "nope id just miss the free gardening work" she said back in a defensive tone "ugh you kill me, how will i live not being used for free labor by world famous aitana" you said dramatically while clutching your chest which drew a laugh from the smaller spaniard. " come on then you need to some sleep for your match and i need some peace from you and your nonsense stories" you said grinning at her and offering her your hand to stand up, which she took "very macho Y/N, but next week ill have to skip our weekly plans as i have to host team bonding" she said to you which kind of upset you as you liked seeing her ever thursday evening "its fine but just make sure you sit in a seat facing the window so you dont miss out on the view" you said teasing her as you has caught her on more than one occasion staring at your toned body.

The next week had rolled around rather quickly and as you were so busy with your team being riddelded with injuries recently you had been planning recover sessions and training plans that you had completely forgotten aitana wasnt going to be there for your usual routine. But when you got home a little later than usual and saw the abundance of cars outside you suddenly clicked on again and remembered what she had told you but that didnt stop you from completing your weekly tasks you had made a promise to look after the pants and therefore you were going to stick to it. So like clock work you went inside changed into your gardening clothes and began to grab your gear from the shed you had built and began to go through your list of jobs.

Meanwhile Aitana was having a good time with her teammates and passing out drinks from her kitchen to her friends. Without even realising she had susbconciously positioned herself with a view out the window so when she heard the light hum of the mower coming from outside her heart sped up slightly. The noise hadnt just grabbed the attention of her but also her entire time "you didnt tell us you hired a gardener" alexia said looking at her teammate "not just anyone but a literal roman god" pina charmed in almost drooling as she stared out the window at you. "oh yeah must have forgot thats not a gardener its my neighbor Y/N she does my garden for me once a week" she said as her hand fiddled with the bottom of her shirt. "really well how much are you paying her" pina continued as from the way she was talking if you were taking money offers she was sure willing to double the cost. "i dont she does it for free and normally i sit out and talk to her" aitana responded trying to make it subtle that you were of the table for any of her teammates. "Dios mios you like her" mapi practically shouted " will you keep it down" aitana said pracitcally shoving her hand over mapis mouth "if you keep shouting she'll hear you through the walls" aitana continued as her eyes wandered to the window of wear you were walking with the mower. "i mean come on she clearly likes you as well because i dont think people do this for free unless they are deeply crushing on their neighbor" mapi said and there was a collection of nods from around the room.

"you should ask her out" was the last thing aitana can coherently remember before she was shoved outside the front door of her house and the door being locked behind her. "been kicked out of your own party" you turned to her after you had partially watched the chaos unfold and now had view of faces peeking out through curtains "yeah you could call it that" she said facing you "can i ask you something" aitina said as all the anxiety in her body increased "mhm anything" you responded looking into her hazel eyes "would you want to go on a date with me?" she said to you quickly "are you asking me because you want to or because your teammates forced you" you said back "how did you-" "they arent that secretive i can see half of them staring out of your windows" you chuckled. "i guess you can say both ive wanted to ask you since i saw you but my teammates did the enouraging part" she said blush creeping over her cheeks "well then i guess we have a date but first let me give your friends something to talk about" you said as you grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in to kiss her. It was everything you had wanted it was rather rushed at first lips crashing against each other as if it was the last time you could see her but then you got into a rhythm and you realise for while you could do this all day aitana had some company.

"so i'll see you next thursday for our date" you said. "yeah i will" and since then things had been great between you two and safe to say the team had not let aitana off the hook easily after that incident.

[mimimarlee]

So...um I'm having thoughts...😳

The cigar stays. Cocky Leah with a cigar as you ride her I mean what? 🫣

Overachierver - Leah williamson

a/n: I know I said I was only going to be back at posting in June, but well, Leah Williamson exists and lesbiansm too, so let's go.

Sorry for any typos, I literally just blurred every thought I my head, it might be a bit messy, too- but I think we like messy in this blog ;)

warnings: (+18) oral, fingering and use of strap (all r receiving)

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Leah was cocky.

You knew that already, long before actually dating her. It stood out in the way she carried herself, walked, talked, and styled her clothes–but especially in the way she leaned over you when you first met, hand boldly on your waist as she asked if you wanted to go home with her.;

Arsenal had just won their second Champions League trophy, beating one of the best teams in Europe: Barcelona.

Arsenal were the underdogs. They had lost big and small games, gone through a series of injuries and a change in managers.

All odds were against them.

But still, Leah continued to be smug. 

She knew the capacity of her team. 

She knew her childhood club could do it.

And they did.

As soon as the whistle blew, you were screaming for Leah from the stands, feeling all kinds of excitement in your chest.s

When you saw her, you didn’t care about the flashing lights or the people watching as you threw yourself into your girlfriend’s arms.

You weren’t a player. 

The pitch wasn’t a normal place for you. But here with Leah, you were comfortable, happy, proud of her and everything the team had accomplished.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t stick by her side for the rest of the day.

The team had to walk back to the locker room, which you couldn’t go into. But judging by the pictures, they had a lot of fun.

Then they went to the party.

It was small, but each player could bring their family and friends. 

Of course, you were there when the team, mainly Leah, walked in with the trophy in hand and a gold medal around their necks.

Then the singing started, and the drinking continued.

You had a few yourself, Leah too, but you were more wasted than she was..

As everybody celebrated, Leah kept you at arm’s reach. 

She held your hip in place, her hands cupping your jaw as she kissed you in one of the corners of the room, away from watchful eyes, making promises about when you two would get to the hotel.

She promised she would sneak out of her room to get to yours.

When you realised you were getting too ahead of yourself with the alcohol, you sat alone in one of the chairs. 

Leah, like a puppy, was next to you, giving you water and some snacks, the smug smile on her face never faltering.

She sat on your lap, the light from the dance floor reflecting on her medal. It gave you a slight headache–or maybe it was all the Heineken.

Leah had drunk more than you. How could she look so composed? She looked beautiful, smelled amazing, even after playing a whole 90 minutes in a Champions League final.

She was so close to you.

You wanted a bite.

So you took it.

Your teeth held the skin of her neck. It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate.

“No,” Leah said. “Not now.”

“Why?” you pouted. “You won. You deserve it.”

“Deserve what?” Leah grinned. “A hickey?”

“Yes,” you mumbled, your head dizzy with alcohol.

You wrapped your arms around her torso, pulling her close onto your lap.

It felt weird, Leah was taller than you, but you wanted her against you anyway.

You kissed the place you had bitten. It was already turning red. 

Leah’s skin was too pale; you could barely touch it before it was turning that purple shade you liked so much.

“I fear you might be too drunk,” Leah said, turning her head to look at you. “You’re not used to drinking.”

“I wanted to celebrate,” you whined. “But my head hurts now.”

“It’s okay,” Leah said, kissing your mouth. “It’ll be better tomorrow.”

“Are you still going to my room?”

“Yes,” she answered. “I much prefer to spend the night with my girlfriend than with Kim.”

“Good,” you mumbled.

Your hands were under her shirt, circling her belly, but now they were up, almost at her bra  “Want you.”

“I know you do.”

“Right now.”

“Be patient.”

“Okay,” you agreed.

You were very good. Very patient.

As the party was ending, Leah called a taxi for you. She paid and got you inside, told you to get to your room, put on a comfortable shirt, and wait for her on the bed.

You did just that.

But when you woke up the next day, Leah wasn’t naked beside you. You didn’t have sweat on your body. Your cunt wasn’t wet. The sheets were clean.

“You were sleeping when I got here,” Leah said.

She was sleeping on your side, her Champions shirt still on, her medal still around her neck. Her hair was messy, and her face was creased from the pillow.

She leaned on her elbow, kissingg your mouth gently, slipping her tongue inside. It was a messy kiss, just how you liked it, just how you both wanted.

“I’m sorry,” you said as Leah began trailing down your body, her warm lips sucking your neck determinedly.

“Don’t be sorry,” she said, taking your shirt off. “I was wasted too…wouldn’t be able to eat you out properly.”

You whined, no words left in you.

Leah took a nipple into her mouth. She bit it, sucked it, then kissed it.

“My pretty girl,” she murmured as she took the other tit in her mouth. “My lucky charm, you are.”

Her hand was caressing your underwear, her fingers circling your clit lazily.

“Got my trophy, got my medal, and now I get my pussy.”

You spread your legs open, inviting her in.

More. You wanted more.

She played with your wet hole, spreading the wetness before putting a finger in. 

Then two. 

Then three. 

You were panting already, heart beating hard against your ribs as Leah moved her fingers.

Her mouth found its way back to your tits as her medal rested on your stomach, giving you chills. 

It was cold.

Leah made you cum.

You bit your own arm so the others wouldn’t hear it. The orgasm took complete control of your body. But Leah didn’t stop.

She was an overachiever.

She took your underwear off, spread your big lips apart, and looked at your clit before kissing it gently. Her tongue circled it before she wrapped her lips around and sucked.

You had never felt so much pleasure in your life. 

Well, maybe you had–because seconds later, Leah hit a spot even deeper inside you, and you were coming again, harder than before, harder than you ever had.

“Oh, fuck,” you heard Leah say.

You opened your eyes. 

You hadn’t realised they were closed.

She was looking between your thighs with the same look she had yesterday, when she was awarded the trophy.

She kissed the inside of your thigh, carefully, gently.

“You squirted, baby,” she said, lapping at your pussy again, cleaning it. “You okay?”

Squirted? 

You didn’t realise you had. But you were also very confused, very dizzy. 

You couldn’t feel your legs, not really. Your arms were too heavy.

You couldn’t formulate thoughts or words.

So you just whined, closed your eyes again, and let Leah take care of you. Which she did.

You felt a warm cloth between your thighs. It hurt.

“Sorry,” she said in a low voice. “You’re sensitive. It’ll be over soon.”

It was true. She quickly cleaned you and put on clean underwear. Then she was back at your side, kissing your face, murmuring things you didn’t understand.

She kissed your cheeks, then your nose. Your forehead was next. But the place she kissed most was your tits.

She laid her head on your chest and latched onto one of your nipples.

You both took a nap like that.

It felt good. Close.

But she left soon after. She had to take the plane with the other girls.

Had to be back in England for the trophy parade.

After she left, you tried to get some dignity back. You took a shower, did your hair, and also left, ready for your flight back home. You were meeting Leah there; you just couldn’t go on the same plane.

The next day, you were there with her again.

The trophy parade was over when you found yourself at her house once more.

Leah still wanted more.

Again–overachiever.

She had a cigar in her mouth, the godforsaken gold medal on her naked chest. 

She picked one of her biggest dildos, it was Arsenal red, because, of course, it was. 

She strapped it around her waist and told you to come sit in her lap.

You took your clothes off quickly and spread your legs as you hovered over her. 

She spread lube on the dildo and held your hips, pulling you down onto her cock.

She filled you up to the brim, her cock hitting your cervix as she held your hips, dictating the pace of your ride. 

It was good that she was in control, because you weren’t in the right state of mind.

You didn’t know what Leah did to you, but she always found a way to take control, always had the upper hand in every situation.

You loved it.

She chewed on her cigar before taking it out, holding it with two fingers, and cupping your jaw, bringing your mouth together.

You didn’t like the taste of cigars, but Leah tasted good.

So good. :)

Leah broke the kiss, putting the cigar back in her mouth.

“Ride your champion, baby,” Leah said. “I deserve it.”

You did just that.

..

a/n: sorry if it's bad, im not used to writing in first person pov, it's still a bit complicated for me, im a third person pov girlie.

[mimimarlee]

ALEXIA'S EX GIRLFRIEND | jana fernàndez x fem!reader

Summary: in which jana is in a relationship with her teammate's ex-girlfriend.

Warnings: fluff, secret relationship, gap age (not too much), jealousy.

Note: it's funny how in my head I had an idea and when I wrote it came out differently, still I hope you like it.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

"S-Stop..." Your breath out, hands gripping her shoulders and trying to push her away, even if that is the last thing you wanted.

You can feel her smile on your skin, biting softly the spot on your neck to move her head from there and look at you, smirk spreading at your sight.

"We are alone." Jana murmurs, nose brushing your cheek while her hands remain on your waist.

"We are in a public area where anyone can go inside." You remind her gently, stroking her arm. Your back is on the changing room's wall because she trapped you there a few minutes ago.

Jana rolls her eyes, leaning her forehead on yours. "They are gone, probably they don't notice us that we aren't with them." She says, her lips brush your mouth with every word.

You push her softly behind, seeing how her face changed but give in, letting out a sigh.

You two are in camp, the second day of being there and Jana couldn't control her hands out of you and you can't blame her, since you are in different teams and the time together is scarce.

Giving her one last look, you go to take a quick shower. Jana follows you and goes to the next where you are. The silence envelopes the huge place and it's only interrupted by the water, coming back when you two go out. You assume she is a little pissed by the situation, not muttering a word out since you broke the moment.

Still, she awaits you when she finishes before you. Eyes glued to her phone, only looking at you when you sit on her lap.

"Don't be mad at me." You said with a small pout, hands trailing behind her neck, her wet hair meeting your skin. "Wanted me to dry it? We are in November and the sun has gone from a long time ago." You don't wait for her answer, just going to your bag and rummaging between your things and pulling out your hairdryer.

She keeps quiet, letting you dry her hair. You know she is upset and it makes you feel a little bad. Jana puts her hands on your thighs, leaning her forehead on your stomach. The brunette stays like that until you finish drying her hair, her head rising up but her chin remaining on your stomach, brown eyes looking at you.

"I know." You whisper, knowing the meaning of her gaze. You lowered your head and met her lips half way, pecking them. "Just give me a little more time to think about what I'm going to say to her."

Her, means Alexia.

Jana nods against your belly, standing up and hugging you.

•••

Tiredly, you lean down on the bed when you go in Irene's bedroom, the veteran player deciding to have the bond night there. Patri squeezed your thigh, making you squirm and leave an involuntary laugh. A mistake you made because soon Patri is on you making tickling your sides, laugh fell from your mouth while your eyes start to be teary, you try to push her away, but you fail.

Patri stopped once she thought it was enough, a smirk on her face watching you recuperate your breath. You punch her shoulder, wiping your eyes and feeling how someone pushes you towards the middle.

"Miss me?" Leila winks at you, throwing herself on top of you and hugging you.

You snort. "I see you more now than when we were on the same team." You comment, hearing how Leila chuckles because she agrees with you.

The defender put herself in a better position, starting a teasing battle with Patri against you. Your attention drifted away from them when you saw Jana walk in with Ona and María, the brunette searching for something until her gaze fell on you, the corner of her lips twitch up and start to walk towards you.

"Do you mind if I put myself here?" She asks, gifting you one of her famous and irresistible smiles.

"I guess... If you don't join them on teasing me." You say, pointing with a hand to the players.

"Deal." Jana agrees when she looks at the fake innocent faces of her friends, putting herself between your legs and leaning her back on your front.

Soon Irene quietened the room indicating she was going to put on the movie, turning off the lights. There are a few complaints about the movie, some of them didn't want to watch a horror movie but Patri —who chose it— gives an argument that it's not that scary, gente.

You feel cozy, surrounded by your teammates providing you warm. Aitana passes you four a blanket, Jana puts it to cover with Leila's help. You were playing with Jana's hair while you were trying to keep your eyes open, mindlessly you lean your head on Patri's shoulder to have a better angle to the TV, but you feel more comfortable and slowly your eyes are closing.

A soft tap on your leg brightens up, focusing your attention around, you take some seconds to react and start to move your hand on Jana's hair again. However your eyes start to close again, your head swaying and sometimes making you open your eyes, you can hear a snort coming from Leila and your elbow on her side, she gives a dramatic face in response.

You stopped moving your hands instead, you left them on her head's side and relaxed your legs, giving up on the movie. You feel how the soft material of the blanket covers one of your hands and soon Jana's warm hand intertwines with yours, making you smile with your eyes closed for that simple gesture.

Your heart is beating fastly against your chest when you open your eyes again, startled. You lift part of your body up, looking around.

Someone screamed like her life depends on it.

The movie is paused when the room starts to laugh hard and makes fun of Salma's scream. Then, Patri looks at you and her laugh intensifies, pointing your face with a finger. You frown, trying to hold your laugh when you realise how you look from outside and keep watching her, a few of them joined Patri.

Rolling your eyes, you muttered at them to grow up, your gaze meeting Jana's when you lay down again, seeing a soft smirk on her lips looking at you while her thumb is stroking your hand, thankfully still covered by the blanket.

Irene presses the play button again after they promised her to be adults. With the little nap you took, you watch the movie until the end, some jumps or small squeals were heard but nothing serious to stop the film again.

Alexia throws at you a cushion when they all stand up, giving you a teasing smirk. You are half way up when it hits you, the blonde not afraid if you make a counter attack stand next to you.

"Very adult." You say, putting on your shoes. You smirk now when she rolled her eyes and put her hands on her pockets.

"At least you notice me." She muttered, raising an eyebrow at you.

You snort. "Aww, are you jealous?" You fake a pout, throwing your arms on her neck and tiptoes a little because she is some centimetres taller than you, squeezing her cheeks with a hand.

She pushes you away from her easily, muttering an idiota under her breath. You smile and turn to the door, noticing that Jana is there with Aitana. Your smile washes out slowly, noticing the way Jana is looking at you two.

You cleared your throat, acting like nothing happened and landed an arm around your roomie, walking tiredly towards your assigned bedroom.

•••

"What are you doing here?" You hissed in a whisper when you woke up.

The other person makes room on your bed, an arm wrapping on your waist and pressing herself towards you, muttering that she is cold.

"She is sleeping, don't worry." Jana whispered when you asked again, sneaking a leg between yours and hugging you more, letting out a content sigh when she started to feel warm.

You hold your breath, trying to hear if Aitana woke up for Jana's intrusion in your room. But she seems like she is still sleeping, for your luck.

"You need to go before she wakes up." You instructed, allowing yourself to enjoy this rare moment with your girlfriend.

Jana hummed, finding your mouth and pecking your lips until they become a little heated make out session. With her hands under your pajama shirt, you whisper a soft stop, trying to see her face through the darkness. She just bites your lower lip in response, releasing it to press a chaste kiss on your lips and whispering a good night.

The next morning when you woke up, Aitana was getting ready and alerted to half raised your body to look at your bed, relief washing your face when there is not Jana, even if you wanted she is there the moment you wake up.

Aitana raised an eyebrow, seeing your weird reaction. You shrugged and muttered that you thought you got asleep while you stood up, walking to the bathroom.

Later that day, when a few of you are in the play room, you are in your phone scrolling Instagram and checking your friends' adventures. Then, Patri elbow you and when you raise your head to look at her, the midfielder is giving you a sly smirk.

"Why are you smiling like that?" She asks with a fake innocent tone, keeping smirking.

You roll your eyes, snorting and coming back to look at your phone. "No one, idiota." You muttered, showing her pictures of your best friend that it's on your screen right now.

"Yeah, sure. Now you have that excuse, but I was watching you for a while and you have a smile stuck on your face." Patri keeps pressing, an arm going to lay to the couch's back.

"Are you watching me? Need I to worry?" You tease her, seeing how she rolls her eyes and some of them laugh.

At that moment Alexia and a few more enter.

Patri smack your arm friendly, but her smirk didn't remove. "I just saying... Are you watching someone?" She asks like nothing, making you chuckle.

"Why are you asking me that?"

"You answering me with another question..." Patri hummed, eyes drifting to another place. "What? Nobody dares to date Alexia's ex? I can give a try if you leave me." She raised her voice enough for the mentioned to hear her, winking at you when she finished talking.

Some say 'uhhh' when they hear Patri, your eyes look at Alexia who is blushing sending a shut up to the Balear, sitting in a chair not far away from you two.

"You are not my type." You say innocently, blinking playfully.

And like a bad joke, Jana entered the moment you said that. She frowns a little, looking in your direction while walking to your right side.

"And who your type? Blonde, hazel eyes, Catalan and captain?" She teases you, a plastic bottle flying to her the moment she said that. Patri dodge it easily, laughing by Alexia failed attempt to hit her. "Just kidding, Ale. But help me here, do you think she is seeing someone?" Patri points your face, attention fully on the other midfielder.

You roll your eyes, taking a small breath. Your eyes meet your forehead and rub it, your other holding your phone in a firm tight. You can feel Jana's eyes on you.

Alexia frown, eyes on you now. "I don't know... Are you?" She asks casually, shrugging.

You opened your mouth a little. "Are you serious Alexia?" You ask rhetorically, hearing some leave a quiet laugh, Alexia giving you a sheepish smile. "Since when you gossip like this one?" You point with your thumb on Patri's direction, the brunette hand smacking your thigh again. Realising a sigh, you decided to answer. "No, I'm not seeing anyone." Say that words out loud, hurt. But you know it would be worse if Alexia finds out this way with everyone there.

Patri leaves out a snort. "Maybe they are scared to date you." She says, making a brief pause. "They would think that your standards are higher since you dated Alexia."

Some of them snickers by this, Alexia throwing a cushion to her way and this time she hits her face. You decided to remain quiet, leaning your back and keep your focus on your phone. Now you can feel two different pairs of eyes on you, one for different reasons.

You decide to go out from there, ignoring Patri's calls and when she tells you that she is joking. You step to the recovery empty room, sitting on the floor and looking through the big windows how the night is falling. You ignore the cold spreading on your body, a small knot forming on your chest. Sometimes you wandered because some things are complicated or just maybe we complicate things.

"There you are..." A soft voice interrupted in, stepping next to you and immediately wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Feel better?"

You lean your head on her chest. "I'm sorry to say those words.".

Jana take her moment to say something, chin leaning at the top of your head. "I know." She simply says, wrapping her other arm around your body.

You raised your gaze, keeping your head on her chest. You didn't know how she still is capable to remain that kindness with you. Her brown eyes looks at you, letting yourself swim on her gaze and discover a new thing about her with every interaction. She leans her head slowly, eyes getting closed half way when you press your lips on her. You leave out a content hum when the warmth of her tongue slipped easily on your mouth, the dance is slow and whispers, slow and rhythmic. Once in your hand find her jawline, bringing her closer towards you.

It's interrupted the moment you two hear someone leaves out a surprised yelp, separating of Jana you see how Mariona and Leila are standing on the door, the defender muttering to herself that they are dead while the Balear has her mouth open, staring at you two.

"Leila stop!" You hissed, stepping towards them and grabbing her hand, pulling her towards you making her look at you.

The brunette stopped abruptly, blinking repeatedly. "We are screwed up." She says seriously.

"You don't need to worry, just keep quiet. That's all you need to do." You say calmly, grabbing both of her hands.

Leila snort, removing her hands from you. "Are you serious? I don't want to keep your secret!" She said, a scared expression approaching on her face. Her feet start to move nervously from one side to another, muttering to you two to tell it to Alexia.

At least you aren't the only one scared, both of you know how the captain would react to your relationship.

"Leila!" Jana has enough and calls her, arms crossed on her chest. The defender stopped abruptly and looked at her, her scared expression remaining. "We know what to do. We are asking for you to not say anything to her." She says softly, alternating her gaze on the other two.

"I want to keep living Jana, of course I'm not going to say anything!" Leila says in an obvious tone, making Jana roll her eyes. "Just promise me the moment she finds out, you don't mention me."

After you two promised her that, she stormed out from there. You two look at Mariona, you nervously started to bite your nail. The Balear stopped looking at the door and took her gaze towards you two, slowly, she starts to smile, widening it while she walks towards you and wraps both of you in a hug, muttering some positive words.

You leave a relief sigh when you hear her, not knowing how much you need to hear some positive comments after having discussions in your head about your relationship, that slowly, is affecting you two.

•••

"What are you doing here?" Alexia asks the moment she approached the stands, spotting you in the familiar zone.

You shrugged, putting your sunglasses up. "Can I come to visit my friends?" You ask rhetorically.

You smirk when Alexia shoves you friendly. One of her arms wraps around your frame, her chin brushes your cheek momentarily on your side hug, she doesn't want to fully hug you because she is sweaty.

Soon they started to come and share some words, you are having an animated conversation with Caro —who you missed so much— when Jana came, the only one who knew that you were there.

The brunette feigned surprise, sneaking an arm on your waist and kissing your cheek. She leaves you to resume your conversation with your Norwegian friend, she started one with the few ones there, some familiar joining too. You spotted Jana's mother approaching and some nerves got to you, making you misspell some words.

"I thought your English got better, since you joined Arsenal you know..." Caro teases you a little, hiding her chin on her jacket.

You give her an ironic smile, rolling your eyes on the process. Alexia comes back after greeting her family, telling you that they invite you to have lunch together. You can't deny her offer, not after they take care of you all those years in Barcelona, they treat you well and you are not a rude person.

So you nod with your head, looking at Jana a few meters away talking with her mother and Bruna, who joined the Barcelona squad again after her last season on loan in Brighton.

She is going to be upset.

"Can I come in?" Patri asks like a child, blinking innocently.

Alexia looks at you, letting you choose if she can join the improvised lunch. You shrugged, don't mind it. Big mistake, because it means some of them are joining and the best part is tonight you have a full meeting with the whole team, wanting to spend time with you.

You excuse yourself when you see Jana walking to the group once she finishes talking with her mom, Bruna greets you and keeps walking, letting you two alone when you ask for the defender to have some words in private.

"Love your cardigan." Jana hummed lowly, her fingers tracing the brown material while checking it on you.

"I borrowed it from my girlfriend, but shhh, keep me the secret." You say in a whisper, making Jana chuckles by your antics. Your features turn softer, knowing that you need to explode the little bubble creating around you two. "I have bad news..."

Jana frowned immediately, her hand taking you in a dissimulated way. Fingers intertwining with yours, she asked what it is.

"Alexia's family invited me to have lunch with them." You start to say, seeing how the defender relaxed her face until she fully processed the information, this time are her eyes showing annoyance. "I'm sorry, amor. I can't deny it, you can come if you want! A few of them are coming." You add, bringing her hand towards you the moment you feel she was pulling hers away. "Please..."

The young Catalan made a face, eyes watching behind your back with a pensative face. You lowered your head, your voice only a whisper for her to hear. You promised her tomorrow you will be all hers, without anyone interrupting your alone time.

"I know it would happen anyway..." Jana says, looking at your eyes and giving you a soft smile. You know it's force, but you lean and contently kiss her cheek, wrapping your arms on her neck. "I'm sweaty." She hummed.

You stay looking at her for a few seconds, appreciating her face. She looks more relaxed, her red face becoming normal again, her ponytail in the same position she made before the match started without a hair out of place.

You wanted to kiss her so badly, but you just held your wish and squeezed the hand you were holding, pushing her towards the changing room and rushing her.

While they all get ready, you stay in Alexia's car when you ask for her keys. It's been awhile since you and her hung out outside football, maybe the last time was before your first season in Arsenal. The midfielder accompanied you and Mariona to London to help you with the move, mostly you because Mariona has Lia and you are alone. There were a lot of promises and soft challenges now that you are rivals in the Champions League.

"We need to wait for Mapi and Patri." Alexia came, wet hair damping her fresh clothes. "What?" She asks when you stay staring at her.

"It's November! Almost December and you all keep with the wet hair. It's annoying!" You dramatically said, still you are tired of seeing them doing it every cold day.

She rolls her eyes, telling you to not start and closing the door. She cut you easily changing the subject, asking you how you got to the stadium and where you are staying.

"Well... If you don't remember, I still have an apartment here." You stated, and then proceeded to lie. "And a friend brought me here." You give her a lipped smile.

Alexia knitted her eyebrows, giving you a curious gaze. "Who?"

You hold a sigh, of course she needed to ask. "Laura, my friend that didn't like you." You don't lie there, not hiding a small smirk when Alexia gives a look.

"Lovely." She muttered, turning on the radio. "Stay tonight in my place if you like." The blonde says casually.

She didn't look at you when she told it, avoiding your gaze. If another person didn't know you two, it would look like Alexia made a move on you, but that's far away from reality. Alexia broke up with Olga and struggled with it for a few months, she is shy of asking you to stay because she missed you.

You can't, though.

"What if you meet someone... It would be very awkward." You try to joke, not wanting to give a full negative to your friend.

Alexia scoff. "That is not happening. First, I'm focused on football and second, I'm tired." She started to play with the key-chain distracted.

Before you could reply, the back door opened. You both look behind and see the people you were waiting for and Ona, who cheekily tells you that she is joining.

You assumed Jana was going with Aitana.

"It's supposed to be an invitation for you, not half of the team..." Alexia muttered, starting to drive.

You give her an innocent smile, in the background the bickering of your friends.

•••

You are sitting between Alexia and Alba —the captain's sister—, laughing and anecdotes flying on the table. Your cheeks hurt the amount of laughs for the old ones, Alexia's mom embarrassed both of you with some of them, the midfielder trying to stop her while her sister cheered for her mom to continue to tell them.

Leaving the cup on the table, you crossed your arms and leaned them there, looking mindlessly around you until your eyes focused on Jana. The brunette is having a conversation with Ona, to your mind comes the little time you interact with her since the match is over. A nudge to your side brings you back, Alba elbow your side in a soft manner and raise an eyebrow, signaling with her head to her sister's direction.

"Are you two coming back?" Alba asks with a smirk. The comment brings the attention of Patri, who added a comment excitedly.

"First, shut up," Alexia warns Patri, shushing her with her eyes when the Balear is to protest. "and you too. What part of we are friends, do you not understand?"

You look at Jana, catching her eyes on you both. Well, the attention is on you the moment Alba asked that.

"I'm teasing, relax hermanita." Alba says, her smirk didn't go away. "But you two make a good couple, just saying." She finished saying, taking a sip of her wine.

Jana's jawline clenched, on another occasion you would love to see the sharpness of it, but not right now. Her eyes moved to the empty plate, supporting her chin with her hand.

Alexia's mom reprimanded Alba, gaining more laughter from the table. Alexia is blushing furiously next to you, scolding at her sister under her breath and you don't know where to hide yourself, Patri and Mapi aren't helping with their comments.

"I think it's time to go." You comment after a moment, silencing the table. Clearing your throat, giving a smile to Eli when she told you to forgive her daughter's behaviour, you excuse yourself that later you would have another meeting with the rest of the team and wanted to rest a little.

"You sure you're okay?" Alexia asks lowly, eyebrows knitted.

You nod, faking a smile knowing that your friend caught it. Before she could say something, you stand up and reject the offer of her taking to your apartment. However, you make Aitana take you there because her apartment is closer to yours and Jana's.

The warmth of your apartment greets you and you receive it gladly, you open the curtains to let the sun's rays come inside and open a little the windows, it's been awhile since you were there, but you have friends to take care of your flat while you are out.

Fifteen minutes later, there are a few soft knocks on your door, revealing Jana behind the front door.

"I was waiting for you." Jana muttered, closing the door behind her when you turn to the kitchen.

You pause. "I thought you wanted space." Finally you said, taking a sip from your bottle.

She nods lowly, chewing her lip. "Well, I wanted to share it with you." She mutters on your ear when she approaches you, both hands resting on your hips.

It's inevitable for you not to smile, relaxing your mind. You brush your nose on hers before you peck her lips, Jana chased them when you separated and catches them making you close your eyes, enjoying the soft and slow dance.

Leaning your forehead on hers, you opened your eyes. "It's too much?" You ask unsure, appreciating her colour eyes from that distance.

That question makes Jana think, the references of her girlfriend would have been involved with Alexia again it's something that she didn't like to hear, but she swallowed and kissed her nose, muttering that it's fine.

You know that she is hiding how those words are affecting her. It's not the first time that they made a reference to you and Alexia or just that you have been involved with someone else in front of Jana, you two spoke about it a little more these past month when Patri talked about this topic in front of your teammates.

"I want my dessert..." Jana whispered in your ear, interrupting your thoughts. She gave you a knowing smirk, lifting you up easily and sitting on the island, putting herself between your legs. "You promised me before, remember?"

You blushed a little, but before you could make a remark, Jana silenced you with her lips, your hands stroking her jaw line and bringing her closer.

•••

You didn't think to spend your first days of the new year without speaking with your girlfriend. You two had a big discussion about your relationship, one where she got out of your flat to spend the night on Mariona's to the next day fly back to Spain.

It makes you think, to put some order in your head.

You have been struggling to hide your relationship, afraid of Alexia's reaction and not thinking about how Jana was feeling with it. It is affecting her too, mostly than she showed.

Without knowing it, Patri started the discussion. Jana read the text your friend sent you and you disagree the best you can, forgetting to mention it to her and then, she exploded.

The midfielder sent you to have a blind date with one of her friends, and it wasn't the first time. You reassured Jana that it's nothing to worry about, but it seems that she has other thoughts.

"I don't know why you are so afraid of her!"

She shouts at you, chest going up and down because it's been awhile like that. Still, what are the words that made you shut up.

Before she could approach you to apologise, you shout back, regretting raising your voice when you finish.

Jana clenched her jaw, wiping the tears that slipped from her eyes and muttering she is going out. You beg her to stay, at least that night but she goes and leaves you with the worst sensation you felt in a time.

You texted her and she ignored you, you called her and once again she ignored you. And that's hurt, not wanting to lose her you took a decision.

Tell everything to Alexia.

So you fly to Barcelona and come back to London the same day, since you have training tomorrow. You don't tell Jana anything, she will see you when you arrive at the training building. The only one who knows is Mariona, wishing you good luck and ignoring Leila's warnings.

It is a cloudy day in the Condal city, you drive from the airport to the facilities, the nervousness rising with the moment approaching, making you feel less bold.

You don't have a problem going inside, they happily leave with a content greeting and you walk where they instruct you where they would be. You sit down on the stands, greet the staff team and watch how the players are finishing the exercise. If Jana sees you, she doesn't show any signal about it, not like Mapi who happily raised a hand and greeted you.

"What are you doing here?" Alexia asks when she approached you, wiping the sweat from her forehead with her training shirt.

You chewed your lip, separating from the hug with Frido. "I came to talk to you." You say softly, the nervousness showing up.

Frido squeezes your side and turns to the other side when she senses your state, muttering to some of them to go with her.

Alexia frowns, catching your eyes looking behind. She turns and sees a few of them there talking, the ones who still didn't approach her friend. She turns around, not understanding anything.

"You okay?" She asks a little alarmed, seeing you shift your posture nervously.

You cleared your throat, nodding slowly. "It's something personal about me, that I want to share it with you, that's all." You explain the best you can.

The captain nods slowly, copying you. Her frown didn't disappear, so she sat down where you were before and patted the place next to her with a tiny smile. You obligate yourself after giving another look behind you, this time you catch Jana's eyes for a brief moment before she looks away.

"What is it?" Alexia questions softly, bottle in hand to hydrate herself.

You take a breath, making a brief pause. "It's something that I need to say without you interrupting me, okay?" You say carefully, seeing her nod with her head. Eyes on your hands, you order your mind to speak up the best you could. "Recently people are making comments about me and you, and in another moment of my life I wouldn't mind that, even I could join in teasing you, but it's not only you, it's some of them trying to set me up with someone else and I feel uncomfortable with this because the truth is that I'm in a relationship..." You see how Alexia opened her eyes, really surprised by your last confession. "I didn't tell you before because... You would be mad at me." You say in a small voice.

Alexia makes a sound, snorting quietly. "Mad at you? Why would I be mad at you? At least she supports Real Madrid..." She teases you a little, nudging your side.

You shake your head, letting out a small chuckle. "I'm in a relationship with Jana." You say in a rush, closing your eyes and not daring to see her reaction.

However, you can feel how the air changed around you two, the seconds Alexia remained silent it's a warning for you. Slowly, you opened your eyes and scanned her face. She is biting her lower lip, hard and she is looking at the floor, a tight grip on her bottle.

"At first I thought it was nothing serious..." You started to say again. "We decided to hide it for a while, but hiding it these last few months was a nightmare."

Alexia remained quiet, probably processing the new information.

"How long?" She asks quietly, still not looking at you.

"Eight months."

Then, she looks at you startled. "Eight months? Almost a year and you told me now?" You could appreciate that she is getting angry. She closed her eyes and rubbed her side, trying to calm down. "From all of the people, you date her? You are older than her."

The last words are like daggers into your soul. Her whisper felt worse than any scream she will give. You know she wouldn't approve because of that, because in her eyes, you are old to date Jana.

"It's only five years, Ale. And she is old enough to date whatever she wants. You are older than me and you date me." You said hurt, removing your gaze from her and looking at your feet.

"Only? And it's not the same. You know what?" She said, standing up looking irritated. You look up at her. "We talk another day." Then, she leaves you there alone. She stormed out inside of the building without looking back.

You sigh, defeat.

"Did you say to her that you are suspended too? Usually she put that face when I told her." You hear Vicky ask, her innocent comment put a small smile on your lips.

Looking up, you see Vicky and Jana there. Before you could answer, the defender is by your side and holds your hand. You can feel the weird look that Vicky is sending you two.

"I'm sorry..." You say in a whisper, leaning your forehead on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry too, for ignoring your calls and...-" you cut her, putting a finger on her mouth.

"It's okay." You simply say, putting away your finger.

Jana wraps an arm on your hip and kisses your head's side. "That bad?"

"I'm more afraid of losing you." You admitted, the heaviness on your chest dissipating the moment Jana joined you and held your hand.

The brunette leaves out a small smile, pecking your nose.

"ARE YOU TWO DATING?" Vicky shouts surprised.

You shared a knowing smile and turned your heads to look at her, watching how her eyes are opened like her mouth, a finger pointing in your direction.

"We are." Jana answers for you, turning your face towards her and giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. "Happy new year..."

You smiled, repeating the same words at her.

•••

The moment the team finds out about your relationship —thanks to Vicky—, they look very surprised by it. Still, they congratulate you, Patri apologising for her behaviour but with a knowing smirk for her intuition to assume you are with someone.

Leila warns you the moment Alexia closes you up, telling you that you should break up with Jana instead, but then she wishes you two the best and asks for her help to speak with your stubborn friend.

Mapi told you to leave her alone, knowing like it's her she needs time to process you are in a relationship with Jana. However, you were threatened by half of the team if you break Jana's heart, led by the Aragonese.

The days passed and Jana started to understand why you wanted to keep your relationship in secret. She never experienced how cold Alexia could be towards her, only talking to her when it is necessary or made a hard remark during training. Maybe you are more special to her than she thought, or maybe the gap age is a problem for the captain.

Some of her teammates are on her side, giving her reassuring comments. Ingrid and Patri take the roles to keep around every time Alexia and Jana are too close.

The brunette swore that her frowned was deeper that morning than any other day.

Jana didn't want to tell you anything, even if she knew that you figured out what would happen the moment Alexia discovered. But she had enough of her behaviour towards her, so she decided to confront her captain when this one made a mordant comment.

"Can you just tell me whatever you think about me and move on?" Jana asks in a firm tone, tired of Alexia's mood.

Mapi elbowed her side in a warning, the changing room went quiet the moment she spoke. Alexia's eyes were glued to her teammate, a little surprise could be appreciated on her features that soon she hardened and put on a stoic face.

"We love each other, it's not that difficult to understand." Jana presses on when Alexia tries to exit the big room. She crossed her arms on her chest and ignored when some whispered her name, seeing Alexia turn around slowly.

"You think you love her," The blonde hissed in a quiet voice, stepping towards her position. "but it's only a crush. A stupid and pathetic one. And you two commit the big mistake of your lives."

Jana hardened her features, pushing Alexia's chest with force the moment she finished. "The same you commit with her?" She shouts, feeling very angry with the midfielder.

She feels how someone pulls her behind, Mapi's back in front of her and puts herself like a shield. Irene went to hold Alexia's arm warningly when she makes the feint to get closer.

"I understand now why she didn't want to tell you anything! Because you are so inflexible you couldn't see that we are more than numbers." Jana grumbled, stepping away from there and slamming the door.

Alexia avoided everyone's stare, feeling a little embarrassed. Irene patted her back and muttered that she could help her.

She just nod.

•••

You were furious when you found out how Alexia treated Jana. You knew that she was hurt by you, but you have your reasons to do that and she didn't prove different from what you thought it would turn out.

Mariona tells you everything when you catch how your friend was acting a little weird around you, she begged you to not tell anything because if Jana found out you knew, the person who told her would be in problems.

So you didn't say anything and acted normal when your girlfriend called you two days later, wishing that she mentioned something, but the last thing she wanted to do is worrying you.

"Can you just drop everything and come here with me?" Jana asks in a dramatic sigh, making you laugh a little. "I mean it, I miss you."

"Why didn't you drop everything and come here?" You ask now, hearing her hold her breath and mutter that it's not the same.

"Barcelona is better, amor you know it. We have the sun, good weather, food... And the best club in the world." You can't hold the laugh for her reasoning, hearing her soft protest when she hears you, still you are sure she has a wide smile hearing you.

"I remind you that you almost got transferred last season." You hummed, parking the car in the garage and turning off the engine. You stay there, leaning your back comfortably.

"Shut up." The defender mutters, hearing how she is cutting some vegetables in the background. "The girls are coming now, they joined me the moment they found out what I was having for lunch."

"The girls means Patri inviting herself and a few more, no?" You ask knowingly, laughing quietly when Jana hummed an affirmative. "Everything okay there?" You dared to ask gently, starting to play with your nails.

She didn't answer right away, Jana took a moment to do so. Realising a small breathing, Jana speaks up. "It could be better, but it's okay. At least the cold stare stopped." She answers you in a quiet voice, you could perceive a hint of sadness in her tone.

It's affecting her more than she showed, Alexia is very important to Jana, being there on her lower point to reassure her when she needed it the most. It is someone that Jana looks up to, someone she asked for advice and considered someone special.

You are the problem that Alexia didn't want anything with her, and you are thinking seriously to intervene.

"I can go this Friday after the match and spend the weekend together. Would you like it?" You say in a thinking voice, remembering what you need to do the rest of the week.

"Are you kidding!? Yes please, I can't wait to see your pretty face in person again!" Jana excitedly says, putting a smile on your face when you hear her cheerful voice come back.

You end the call when the girls approach Jana's flat, promising her to call later that day.

Then, scroll through the chat names until you find the one you wanted to text.

I'm going this weekend, do you want to talk?

•••

You didn't receive a reply from Alexia, she read it but that's all you obtained from her. You didn't say anything to Jana, wanting her to have some freedom from what is happening.

Smiling, you see how Jana approaches the barrier where the family area is, jumping it up and running towards you thrown herself into your arms.

"Miss me?" You whisper in her ear, Jana wrapped her legs around your waist.

Jana puts her face in front of you and kisses you, both hands on your cheeks. Some whistles were heard, others commenting to go elsewhere.

"Shut up Claudia! When you have a girlfriend you will understand." Jana replied to her teammate, jumping down and intertwining her hand with yours. "Come, amor. I want you to meet Kika properly." She pulls from your hand and leads the way where her Portuguese friend is.

"Hi." You greet, waving with your free hand and smile.

Kika showed a wide smile, surprising you and hugging you making Jana whine a little because she was holding your hand and let it go when her teammate hugged you.

"You can live for a few seconds without holding her hand." Kika teases her friend, separating from you but remaining closer. "I'm finally meeting you. You are guilty of why Jana here keeps smiling without reason this whole time..." Kika reacts in time before Jana's hand meets her arm, smirking towards the defender. "She is pretty." She said to Jana like if you weren't there.

"I know." Jana says proudly, wrapping now an arm on your hip. Her smile widened when her eyes met your face, kissing your cheek softly. "Do you mind if I let you be with her while I'm going to change? Promise I don't take too long."

You nod, saving your hands on your pockets for the cold outside. Jana walked towards the changing room with Bruna and Marta, letting you alone with the smiling striker.

"You are the one they couldn't stop teasing Alexia, right?" Her question surprised you a little, it's bold on her part but you don't catch any intention behind her words. "Sorry, it's just curiosity."

Laughing quietly, you shrugged. "Maybe... I guess it changed, didn't it?" You ask gently, watching how the brunette nod with a sympathetic smile. "Hopefully it didn't affect the dynamic group." You referred to Alexia's mood on her new discovering you let her know.

"Sometimes, but don't worry. I think she is scared." Her words produce your curiosity, Kika shrugged and looked mindlessly around. "She cares too much for the people she loves, I think she needs time, that's all." She finished looking at you, giving you a warm gaze.

The Portuguese read Alexia very well these months that she is knowing her, not everyone could do that easily.

"Also you are hot, I would probably hit on you if I didn't know that you are dating Jana." Her smirk reveals mischievous, laughing when she sees your red face. "I would like to say I'm kidding, but I'm not." She says honestly, brushing her shoulder with yours.

You shake your head, leaning next to her. "I sense you are a Patri 2.0."

Kika snort. "I'm better." Her comment gives the affirmative you needed to confirm your theory.

While you two waited for Jana, you decided to ask her a little about herself. With the minutes passing some of them join you, Ona leaning her back on your front, not caring about wetting that zone with her hair.

"I am starting to think that you all are doing that on purpose." You comment, her hair brushing your cheek and creating an unpleasant sensation when the cold air hits your wet skin.

"Told you." Ona hummed to Patri, smirking knowingly.

You groan, not understanding your friends.

"You know who is drying her hair?" Patri looks at you teasingly, smirking. "Alexia." You open your eyes, not waiting for that name. Since you know her, she never does that, only rolls her eyes at you every time you mention it.

And like an invocation, the mentioned approach, coming out of the building with both hands on her pockets walking next to Caro. You noticed how she slowed her steps when the Norwegian came to your side, pushing Ona gently and hugging you.

"Never thought to watch you be affectionate with someone." Ona muttered, putting herself next to Kika.

Caro showed her middle finger to the defender and remained by your side after the hug, Alexia kept a distance from you, standing now behind Patri. From time to time, her eyes landed on yours and she removed her gaze to look away.

"Hey, Jana! Can I date her if you two break up?" Kika asks loudly when see her friend step towards the small group.

Jana frowns deepens, her steps faltering for a moment when she catches Alexia between them. The comment didn't bother her, she just put herself next to Caro and muttered that never would happen in a quiet voice, smirking at Kika.

Your eyes meet hers, seeing how they become soft and with a simple gesture of her head, ask silently if everything is okay.

It hurts you to have Alexia closer and feel the coldness irradiated towards your presence, you can feel how uncomfortable she becomes the moment Jana joined, the comment Kika made didn't help.

The group started to dissolve, Kika and Ona are joining you two to have lunch together. Biting your lip, you space out from the conversation they are making and follow Alexia's path towards her car. After you make up your mind, you mutter at them that you meet them in Jana's car and jog towards the midfielder, feeling all their eyes on you, especially your girlfriend's.

"Are you so stubborn to leave it to ruin our friendship?" You ask in a bold manner, making Alexia stop her steps. You stopped behind her, tilting your head aside watching how the Catalan turned to look at you with serious expression.

"Me? You are guilty too, don't forget." Alexia muttered bitterly, however she leans her back on her car and crossed her arms, eyes half closed for the sun fixed on you.

You swallowed.

Taking the opportunity Alexia is giving, you step slowly towards her, letting some space between you two.

"For being in a relationship with your teammate?" You ask, seeing how her jaw clenched and eyes turned to the pavement briefly.

"It's not that..." You mutter, some exasperation showing on her face. "You are dating Jana. For eight months." She points a finger towards you, some of her pain showing up. Her voice turned low. "You can date whatever you want, but Jana from all of the people?" She finished shaking her head weakly, putting down her hand and hiding it in her pocket.

Then, something in your mind brightened with the answer. Alexia is mad at you because Jana is like a little sister that she saw growing up through all these years and before her eyes, Jana always will be her kind kid. And you are her ex-lover, older than Jana and someone who could break her heart.

You lowered your gaze, biting your lip hard. "What we had Ale, was special and broke up because we see each other like friends." You paused, swallowed and continued in a low voice. "I can't promise you what will happen in the future with us... I want to risk it. I understand why you are afraid, you care about her. Shit, Alexia. I love her." You said messily, raising your eyes up to look at her.

You can't decipher Alexia's expression, she is looking at you but remaining neutral. Nodding with your head to yourself, remove a strand of hair from your face and mutter a goodbye, turning around defeated.

"I care about you two."

Her whisper was clear and loud, stopping you. Interrupted only by her car's door opening and closing quickly.

You come back a little better, Jana got out of the car when she saw you, wrapping you in a bear hug and kissing your head lovingly.

•••

You are out of breath for two reasons.

First, Jana is very entertained with her head buried in your tights, only raising her face up when a sound next to your two interrupted the moment. And secondly when you read the name, not waiting at all the call.

You muttered that you would call them later, pressing your phone with the screen down and laying your head on the pillow, feeling the light feather kisses Jana spread through your skin before she comes back to give you pleasure.

But you are out.

Your body is reacting, but your mind trapped you with Alexia's call. After a few minutes Jana stopped and leaned her head on your raised leg, looking at you.

Blushing, you spotted some liquid on part of her nose and chin, glistening her lips.

"Who called you?" She asks gently, noticing your lack of interest. She didn't sound mad, a finger tracing your hip's bone.

You push your hair aside, rubbing your forehead before answering her. "Alexia."

Her finger stopped, the heaviness of her gaze on your face. She changed her posture and lay next to you, scowling and letting out a comment about how she has a radar to interrupt, remembering that it happened in the past.

You turn to look at her, brushing your fingers on her hand and locking them together. Her brown eyes softened when she looked at you back, her features relaxing by it.

"It's a good signal she called, right?"

Jana leaves out a sigh, her thumb rubbing your skin. "I guess."

Your phone sounded again, this time indicating someone sent a text. You look doubtful at your girlfriend, this one half lies on your side when she catches your phone, extending it with a knowing look.

"You should see what she wants." She simply says, pecking your lips and standing up, leaving the taste of yourself on the curves of your lips.

Seeing how she disappears in the bathroom, you unblock your phone and read the text without going into the chat.

Do you want to talk? I can pick you up.

Her text is direct, letting you know that it is you who wanted to resolve the situation first.

You communicate to Jana what she typed you, she comes back to the bedroom with any trace of yourself on her face, removing it when she takes a quick shower.

Jana nods, nudging your arm gently. Her naked form lays on top of you, whispering that finally Alexia is thinking. You two shared a soft chuckle, she kissed repeatedly your lips before letting you go out of the bed.

You text Alexia back when you are ready, burrowing Jana a sweater and a jean alongside a snickers. Your girlfriend gives you a knowing look, the corner of her lips turning up when she sees you on her clothes.

Jana's, right? I'm on my way.

You typed a quick text, blushing. Of course she knew where you would be. You got out of Jana's apartment hearing how she sleepily wishes you luck, you smile to yourself and step down, seeing the Cupra parked on the side of the road.

"Hey." You greet once inside, hiding part of your face on your jacket, the only piece of clothes that is yours. The calefaction welcomed you and you felt glad.

Alexia hummed a greeting, starting to drive. The way is silent between you two, only broken for the radio's songs playing in a low volume. You know where she is driven, her flat. Giving her a quick look, you assumed she was elsewhere before she picked you up.

You don't find the silence uncomfortable, at least not this time. She shifted to the right corner and drove to the garage, parking on her signed spot.

The whole journey from the lift to her apartment was charged with nervousness for both parts, still the silence is present. It's a little stupid because you two have enough trust in each other to have this behaviour now.

You cleared your throat and trailed towards her couch, rejecting some drink she offered you. Nala came to lick your face happily, her tail couldn't stop moving and she gave little jumps on her spot, making you laugh.

"She missed you." Alexia says behind you, freeing herself from her jacket.

"I miss her too." You announced, Nala on your arms with her tongue out, looking at her owner.

Alexia patted Nala's fur, stepping to her couch and releasing a sigh when she sat down. Nala moves on your arms and you free her, seeing how she jumped on Alexia's lap.

You step towards the couch once you put your jacket on the coat stand, your steps are a little awkward. When you sit down, leaving a small space between you two you could see a smug smirk playing on Alexia's lip.

"I don't bite." She hummed, looking at you raising an eyebrow.

You scoff. "Are you sure?"

She shrugged, still smirking. "I only bit you a long time ago, and you see very well by it."

Your choke on your saliva when she said that, the warmth of your face increases in seconds. You hear how Alexia chuckles quietly next to you, muttering she is kidding.

"This is going to be our first conversation?" You ask, the apartment filled with Alexia's laughs.

A soft smile stays in her mouth, hand going up and down for Nala's sides while an arm hung loosely behind her head, eyes fixed on you.

"My mom says hi..." Alexia says quietly, almost a little shy.

You smiled, it's not strange for you that if she is talking to you now it is because her mother would be involved.

"How many times did she tell you to speak with me?"

She released a sigh, muttering a few times under her breath, making you chuckle by that confession.

"I have been thinking..." She starts, looking distracted the TV turned off. "How did you start with her? You commented that it started like something casual." The last part sounded a little uncomfortable, shifting her position on the couch.

Playing with your hands, leaves out a sigh. "Last winter in camp. I never connected with her before more than that winter. She came from a break up and saw her a little sad, so I recommend her to come with some of us to party when the camp is over. Before me she had a few girls screaming her name," you laugh when Alexia yelps and puts a hand in front of your face, begging you to not say anything. "Okay, I'm not going to give details. We kissed and the casual thing started. Then, it turned into something serious and we agreed to maintain a secret relationship." You resume.

"You fall for her?" Alexia asks lowly after a pause.

You nod. "I think it is impossible not to fall for Jana, friendly or romantically. She has this aura to attract people, more when you know her personally." You admitted. "Everyone needs a Jana in their lives."

Alexia tilted her head, watching you smile to yourself. From the time she knows you, she never sees you in this state. Even when you two dated.

"I'm sorry." The Catalan says abruptly, surprising you. Licking her lips, Alexia leaves out a sigh. "I'm sorry to react that way, and I'm sorry you guessed that I reacted like that. I don't know why, but I'm watching you now and I see what you have with Jana is real for the way you speak about her."

"I think you owe her an apology more than me." You say softly, seeing how your friend nods slowly. "She is hurt for how you treat these days. She didn't say anything to me, but you know I have my ways to find out. I know how you are Ale, I'm not mad at you. But you are a role model for her, someone to look up and say I want to be like her. You are an inspiration for many people, but especially for some of your own team."

Alexia puts Nala to the other side of the couch, closing the distance between you two she throws her arms around your form, muttering apologies and repeating she is stupid.

You know she got emotional and didn't want you to see like that.

•••

"Together?"

"Together." You answer, pocking your tongue out to her.

Jana laughs and splashes your face with her bottle making you gasp, her laugh intensifying. You run towards her but she moves quickly and starts to run away, you chasing her.

"They seem very happy." Patri comments when she stepped next to Alexia, who watched the interaction between you two.

Alexia has her arms crossed, half eyes closed because the sun is hitting her face. She waited for Patri to leave another comment, feeling how her friend put an arm on her shoulder.

"Jana 1, Alexia 0." And there it is.

Patri starts to laugh when Alexia gives her a warning look, the Balear raised both hands in the air. "Just kidding."

"We thought that you two would be together again after your break up." Claudia approaches them by their left side, eyes on you too.

Alexia knitted her eyebrows, regretting so much to share the relationship with you with them.

"They are cute." Aitana joined them, watching how you chased her and lifted Jana from the ground, a fit of laughter escaping from her mouth.

"Yeah... Until we start to hear weird noises coming from her bedroom." Patri says, all heads turned to look at her. The horror in Alexia's face was enough for the midfielder to run away while she laughed hard.

"The moment she is with someone, tell me." Alexia mutters to Claudia after removing Patri's comment from her head. She can't wait to tease her friend when she meets someone special.

"Gladly." Claudia smirks.

Now Jana has both arms around your waist, looking at you with an enamored face while you sip from her bottle.

"Also we need to keep that two away at night." Alexia tells them, hearing how Aitana and Claudia share a laugh by her comment.

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It was supposed to be one of those quiet nights, a blanket thrown over the two of you, half a bottle of wine open on the coffee table, some romantic movie on in the background. You were stretched out on the couch, head in Mapi's lap, her hands absently running through your hair. She looked so at ease, legs stretched out, t-shirt slightly rumpled from where you'd been cuddled up against her for hours.

But the mood changed when she started touching your shoulder like that, not distracted anymore, but with a purpose. Slow, Intimate, Slightly too tentative.

You tilted your head, meeting her gaze. She was already staring at you. "Something on your mind?" you asked, even though you could tell where this was going.

Mapi smiled slow and knowing. The kind of smile that meant she'd made up her mind, and you were playing catch-up.

"yeah," she whispered, her voice low and soft, a secret. Her fingers wandered lower, tracing along your collarbone, then sliding underneath the neckline of your shirt. "Been thinking about getting this off you since dinner." You opened your mouth, maybe to tease her back, but you didn't have the chance.

She leaned forward and kissed you, slow and open, like she had all the time in the world. Her hand shaped the side of your face, thumb brushing over your cheek, then finding its way into your hair as she pressed deeper. When she pulled back, her eyes were darker, her breath already changed.

Take it off," she said, nodding her head toward your shirt. "All of it." You hesitated long enough that she raised an eyebrow. "I'll do it for you if you keep playing shy.".

And she wasn't bluffing. You'd barely moved when her hands were already pushing the material up over your ribs. The pair of you laughed and fumbled, warm and breathless, until both your bodies were bared. Every inch of you exposed in the soft lamp light — flushed skin, rising chests, pupils blown wide.

Mapi's eyes wandered all over you as if she did not know where to start. And, without a word, she ripped her own top off. Her underwear joined it on the floor with a soft plop. She sat on your lap, naked now, warm flesh against yours, chest to chest, thigh sliding between your legs with ease of long familiarity. She looked at you as if you were hers. And you were.

"You're beautiful," she murmured, leaning in to kiss you again, slower this time, her tongue rubbing against yours as her hips pressed forward just enough to have you panting. "And I want to watch you fall apart."

"Do it," you whispered.

Her mouth trailed over your jaw, down your neck, sucking and licking softly until you whimpered. "That's the plan."

Her hand edged down your side, gliding across your ribs, over your belly. She kissed her way up to your collarbone, biting gently before licking the spot to soothe it. Then she moved lower, slow kisses across your chest, lips closing around your nipple, sucking gently until your back arched off the cushions.

You moaned her name, breath catching, already shaking with need. "Patience, bebé," she whispered against your skin, grinning. "I want to go slow."

Her hand made its way back to your thigh, with intention this time. She kissed you intensely, hard and messy, while her hand dipped between your legs and cupped your warmth. You were already wet, and she groaned low in your mouth when she felt it.

"Fuck, you're ready for me," she breathed. "All this for me?" You nodded, eyelids closing.

"No," she said, letting up on her touch. "Look at me."

You opened them and Mapi smiled, wicked and reverent all at the same time. "I want to watch you fall apart."

She thrust two fingers inside you, deep but slow, curving just right. Your mouth opened, a broken moan tearing out of you as your hips bowed into her hand. Her other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you down, keeping you in place as she set up the rhythm. deep and hard, the heel of her palm grinding against your clit with each thrust.

"That's it," she whispered, lips brushing against your ear. "Let me feel you. Let me hear every damn noise you make."

You couldn't hide anything, not how your thighs trembled, or how your hands grated against her back, or how you whispered her name like a prayer.

"You're so close," she whispered. "I can feel you pulsing. You gonna come for me, cariño?"

Your body was on fire, bowing toward release, your muscles clenching on each perfect stroke of her fingers. Her mouth drifted down your neck, her hips slow-grinding into your leg, the two of you entwined in sweat and breath and something near worship.

You were so close. So close it hurt. Your belly clenched, legs shaking And then

"Hòstia puta!" (Holy fuck!)

You didn't even register the voice right away. your mind was foggy, neurons firing, muscles contracting.

But Mapi froze. Her hand stilled, deep inside you. Her breath caught against your collarbone. your eyes snapped open.

Alexia.

Standing in the doorway like she'd just entered the ninth circle of hell. She froze. Totally. A complete full-body system failure. Eyes wide. Mouth open. Keys still hovering from her hand in the air. And then her eyes dropped. She saw it all.

Your naked body laid out on the couch. Mapi between your legs, hand still in place. Your face, flushed and destroyed, mid-moan. Every private detail of the scene.

Alexia's soul left her body.

"NOPE. NO. NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!" She slapped both hands over her face as though she'd suddenly gone blind. The keys rang out metallically on the floor.

"Això no està passant. Jo estic somiant. És un malson. És… Hòstia puta!" (This isn’t happening. I’m dreaming. This is a nightmare. It’s… Holy fuck!)

You tried to sit up, but your limbs weren't functioning. Your body was still trembling, excruciatingly close to the edge, and your head had emptied out.

Mapi? She just sat there, completely naked, completely unbothered, blinking once and then saying "…Well. That's unfortunate."

Alexia whirled around so fast she bumped her hip on the doorframe. "ÉS LA MEVA GERMANA!!" she screamed, still shielding her eyes with her hands, flailing around like a blindfolded animal in a dark room. "I TU — TU ETS UNA PERVERSA!!" (THAT’S MY SISTER!! / AND YOU — YOU’RE A PERVERT!!)

She knocked over the coat rack, barely touched it, and still managed to send it flying. Her foot getting tangled in her own gym bag, she tripped, recovered, slammed into the wall again, and finally, finally got to the doorknob.

"Estic traumatitzada. Jo… vull morir. Me'n vaig. Adeu. Adéu per sempre." (I’m traumatized. I… want to die. I’m leaving. Goodbye. Goodbye forever.)

DOOR SLAM.

The discomfort in the room was choking. Your heartbeat still echoed in your ears, but the ecstasy had transformed into absolute horror. Mapi was still between your legs, hand sticky and unmoving.

"…Did that just—?" you whispered.

Mapi shrugged "Yup."

"Was she—?"

"Full view."

Your soul died a little.

Mapi finally removed her hand — slow, slick, gazing at her fingers as though she'd just been interrupted in the middle of creating a masterpiece.

We were so close." she whispered.

You groaned, yanking the nearest pillow over your face. "I'm never showing my face again."

Mapi laughed. She had the audacity to look amused. "I mean." she leaned over and kissed your temple, smug. "You didn't exactly show your face."

You yanked the cushion and whacked her straight in the chest. She laughed, You didn't. You couldn't even speak at first. Just stared at her, mouth open, too embarrassed to formulate a thought.

She smiled at you, hand casually rubbing along your thigh like nothing was amiss. "So… do I go on or…?"

You hurled the pillow into her face this time as hard as you could. Mapi caught it in mid-air — somehow and fell against the couch, still laughing.

"I'm serious," you said, covering your face with your hands. "She's going to kill you. Like. actually kill you."

"She can try," Mapi shrugged, personification of confidence. "I'm hard to catch when naked."

"STOP TALKING."

(This is just small one shot before I upload alexia’s )

[mimimarlee]

| Offside |

Pairing : Aitana Bonmatí x female!reader

Summary : A nude photo from Aitana Bonmatí landed on your phone. Now, playing on the same team feels different.

Warnings : slow burn, mature but not really smut

authors note : around 6k

You weren’t expecting anything unusual after training.

It had been the usual grind — two hours of nonstop drills, ball control, pressing under pressure, and movement between lines. You had a slight ache in your calves, a stain of grass on your thigh, and a knot forming at the base of your spine from all the pivoting and cutting.

You’d shared the pitch and locker room with the likes of Cata, Patri, Ingrid, and, of course, Aitana Bonmatí — the legend. The midfield queen. The tactical brain in cleats. She was the type of player who made you raise your level just to survive in her orbit.

Your interactions with her had been limited. Professional. Respectful. Polite nods, sharp passes, the occasional murmured “nice ball” or “watch the press.” Nothing more.

That’s why when your phone buzzed — walking home with headphones in, still in your training gear — you barely glanced at the notification.

Unknown number. Image attachment.

You should’ve deleted it.

You should’ve ignored it, assumed it was spam.

But you tapped it anyway.

And then you stopped walking.

Because it wasn’t spam.

Your breath caught. The street sounds fell away. The photo glowed on your screen — skin, lines, ink. A nude. Intimate, artful, confident.

You knew those tattoos. You’d seen them in passing, glimpsed them in the showers, on the edge of her hip, down her ribs.

Aitana.

Your heart thundered. You stared at the image as if it might morph into someone else. Some trick of the light. Some bad joke.

But it didn’t. It stayed exactly as it was.

The muscles in your stomach clenched. A strange wave of heat swept over you, crawling up your neck, blooming in your ears.

You locked your phone and stood there for a long moment.

Your fingers hovered over the screen.

What were you supposed to do?

Pretend it never happened?

Text her and confess you saw it?

Ask… why?

Was it a mistake? A wrong number? An accidental send?

Or — and here’s what made your brain spiral — was it on purpose?

And then you made an even bolder decision.

You texted back.

You: I think this was meant for someone else…?

Seconds passed.

Then minutes.

You stared at the bubble, watching for a reply that didn’t come.

Finally, when you’d almost convinced yourself to delete it again and let it vanish from your memory, your phone buzzed.

Aitana: Oh my god. I’m so sorry.

You read it. And then read it again.

She knew. She knew you’d seen it. She knew it was her.

And she was texting back.

You hesitated, fingers hovering again. Then typed:

You: It’s fine. Really. I just… wasn’t expecting that.

Another pause.

Then:

Aitana: I didn’t mean to send it to you. It was supposed to go to someone else.

That hurt. More than you wanted to admit.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting her to say. That she’d been thinking about you? That she’d hit “send” on purpose?

Wishful thinking.

Still, there was something about the way she texted — careful. Uncertain. Like she was trying not to scare you away.

Your thumbs moved before your brain caught up.

You: Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.

She replied quickly this time.

Aitana: Thanks. I mean it.

You almost left it there.

But then you added one more message.

You: You looked… good. Really good.

Aitana didn’t reply.

Not that night.

But the next morning, something shifted.

You could feel it in training — the weight of her glance when you received the ball, the extra second she looked at you during rondos, the strange electricity that buzzed every time you stood too close.

Whatever this was… it wasn’t over.

You hadn’t expected anything to change, not really.

But from that morning on, it was different.

The pitch still looked the same. The drills hadn’t changed. The staff gave out the same tired instructions. But your skin felt more alert. More alive. Every movement felt watched — not by the coaches, but by her.

You caught her eyes more often than you should have. And when you did, she didn’t look away.

It wasn’t obvious. Not enough for teammates to catch on. But you knew the difference between indifference and awareness.

It wasn’t nothing.

After training, while you peeled off your shin guards and sat on the bench beside your locker, she passed by behind you. Close enough that her arm brushed your shoulder. She didn’t apologize. She didn’t flinch.

You didn’t either.

Then came the team flight that weekend — an away match in Valencia. You always hated these. The hours of prep, the packing, the weird hotel rooms with bad curtains and one working outlet. But this time, it felt charged.

She sat diagonally across from you on the team bus. Sunglasses on. Hoodie up. But you could feel her watching you from behind the lenses.

The match itself was a blur. A choppy 1–0 win. You got subbed on in the 70th minute, didn’t touch the ball much, but covered ground like your life depended on it. And Aitana? Aitana was her usual self — elegant, brutal, clever, always a step ahead.

After the game, the team celebrated quietly in the hotel lobby. Then slowly trickled into rooms, exhausted and sore.

You were halfway into your pajamas when your phone buzzed.

Aitana: Room 814. Don’t feel like sleeping yet.

You stared at it.

Not a question. Not an invitation, either. Just… a breadcrumb.

And you followed.

You found her sitting on the edge of her bed in a tank top and shorts, hair damp from a quick shower, a water bottle dangling from one hand.

She looked up when you entered. Said nothing.

So you closed the door and leaned against it, not moving.

A beat passed.

Then another.

“Hi,” she said finally, voice low.

“Hi.”

Her eyes dropped to your shirt — a Barça tee — then flicked back up to your face.

“I wasn’t expecting you to come.”

“Liar,” you said.

And she smiled.

The conversation that followed wasn’t what you expected.

It wasn’t charged. It wasn’t sexy. It wasn’t even particularly flirtatious.

It was… nervous.

She told you she hadn’t meant to send the photo. That it was stupid, careless. That she never did things like that.

You listened.

She told you she wasn’t seeing anyone. That she wasn’t out to most of the team. That she didn’t know what she was doing.

You told her it was okay.

You told her you weren’t looking for drama either. That you respected her. That you liked her, honestly, even before the photo.

That made her blush. Really blush.

“You did?”

You nodded.

“How could I not?” you said, smiling softly. “You’re kind of… impossible not to notice.”

She looked down. Fiddled with the cap of her water bottle.

And then she said, almost shyly, “I notice you too.”

The air in the room shifted.

It wasn’t sudden, but it was definite.

You moved first — slow, giving her time to stop you. When she didn’t, you crossed the floor and sat beside her on the bed.

Her shoulder barely brushed yours.

“Okay?” you asked.

She nodded.

And then your hand found hers.

Not rushed. Not desperate. Just there.

She squeezed back.

And then she leaned into you, cheek against your shoulder, like she’d been waiting all day for the permission to rest.

You stayed like that until your backs ached and your eyes burned from yawning.

You didn’t kiss.

Not yet.

You just sat there, together, and let the moment stretch.

The next few days were a strange mix of normalcy and tension.

Training was the same — long, demanding, relentless. But every time your paths crossed, there was an extra awareness in the air. A subtle tension that hummed between you both, like static.

It wasn’t awkward, per se. It was… something else.

She was more present than usual, more attentive, but in a way that didn’t draw attention. A glance here. A fleeting touch of your arm during drills. The smallest of smiles that felt different from all the others.

You caught her looking at you more often than before. And when you met her gaze, she’d just… smile. Not nervously. Just knowing.

It was maddening, the way she made you feel so seen, even when she said nothing.

But you didn’t talk about it. Not yet.

You couldn’t.

The day after the away match in Valencia, you found yourself alone in the hotel lobby. It was early — too early for anyone else to be up — but you couldn’t sleep. You didn’t feel tired. Not really.

Aitana had already checked out, you noticed, but you weren’t surprised. She always had this quiet, steady energy, like she was always a few steps ahead of everyone. You liked that about her.

It was then that you heard footsteps behind you.

You turned, and there she was, appearing almost out of nowhere.

She was wearing the same hoodie from the bus ride, her hair still damp from the shower, but now she had a quiet air of self-assuredness that you hadn’t seen before. It was like she’d decided something, made up her mind.

“You’re awake early,” she said, standing just a bit too close.

You smiled, a little embarrassed. “Can’t sleep.”

“You’re thinking about last night, aren’t you?”

Your heart skipped a beat. “I…”

She was quiet for a second, eyes catching yours, soft but intense. “I think about it too,” she admitted.

There was no hiding it now. She was here. You were here. And the moment was ripe with possibilities.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

She shook her head. “I think we’ve said everything that needs to be said.”

And then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she reached out, brushing your cheek with the back of her hand. The softness of her touch made your breath catch.

“I know what I want now,” she said, voice steady but with an underlying vulnerability that made your pulse race.

You swallowed, your mind racing. “What do you want, Aitana?”

Her answer came in the form of a kiss — sudden, but gentle. A soft press of her lips against yours, testing, waiting for your response. And when you kissed her back, everything shifted.

The world seemed to fall away. The bustling hotel lobby. The pressure of training. The uncertainty that had been hanging in the air since that photo.

For those few seconds, there was only the quiet, consuming connection between you.

You pulled away first, but you didn’t go far. Your forehead rested against hers as you both caught your breath.

“I’ve wanted that,” she admitted quietly, almost like a confession.

“I thought it was just me,” you said, smiling softly.

She chuckled. “You’d be surprised.”

The kiss was just the beginning.

The next few days were a blur of mixed emotions, lingering touches, stolen glances, and conversations that felt like they were building toward something you couldn’t quite define.

But one thing was clear: this wasn’t just a fleeting moment. Neither of you were content with it being that.

It was hard to describe what exactly changed between you two.

It wasn’t the kind of change that drew attention. No public declarations. No sudden bursts of passion that left the team gossiping. It was more subtle. A quiet shift, like the calm before a storm.

During training, your connection was undeniable. Every pass you made felt charged, every glance lingered just a little longer than usual. She was always a step ahead, anticipating your movements, helping you when you needed it, and when the play would slow down, she would look at you with something more than just professionalism.

When the team gathered for post-training meetings, Aitana would often sit beside you, her arm brushing yours in casual moments, and every time it happened, you could feel your pulse racing. You’d glance over at her, only to find her already looking at you, the corner of her mouth turning up into a soft, secret smile.

It was the little things.

She’d send you texts late at night, messages that weren’t about soccer but just about how your day was. And you’d reply, maybe a bit too quickly, but the conversations felt easy. Natural.

And yet, despite all the moments that felt right, you were still both dancing around the elephant in the room.

There was no discussion about what this was. No label. No “are we seeing each other” conversation. It was as if you were both comfortable with the unspoken connection, but the silence felt like it could burst at any moment.

It was late one evening after training when the air in the locker room seemed to thicken. You had just finished stretching, the usual post-practice exhaustion settling into your bones. You were almost done packing your things when you felt her presence behind you.

Her voice was low but clear. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

You turned to face her. She was standing a little too close, eyes searching your face, waiting.

“Of course,” you said, swallowing slightly, your heart picking up speed.

She hesitated, taking a step forward as she closed the space between you. The whole room seemed to fall away as she looked at you, the usual buzz of the locker room and chatter from teammates fading into the background.

“I need to know if this is something we’re both just… letting happen,” Aitana said, her voice quieter now, vulnerable in a way you hadn’t heard before. “I can’t keep pretending like I don’t care. Like this doesn’t mean something to me.”

You blinked, unsure whether your heart was in your throat or in your stomach. You felt suddenly exposed, as if she had stripped away all the layers you’d carefully built around yourself. She was waiting. You could feel her gaze on you, waiting for you to make a choice.

You could feel the weight of the decision hanging in the air. Would you continue this — whatever this was — or was it just another passing moment?

“I don’t want to pretend either,” you finally said, your voice steady, but your heartbeat still racing. “It’s not just something… I want to be real too.”

The words hung between you for a second. And then she closed the distance completely, cupping your cheek with one hand. Her thumb brushed across your skin, her touch soft and hesitant, but you didn’t pull away.

She leaned in, lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, “I’m glad you said that.”

The kiss that followed was unlike the one in the hotel. It wasn’t hurried. It wasn’t a spark of electricity. It was slow. Deliberate. A quiet promise that neither of you had spoken aloud but both understood.

When she pulled away, she didn’t go far. Her forehead rested against yours, breath mixing with yours in the still air of the locker room.

“We don’t have to tell anyone,” she murmured. “Not yet.”

You nodded, your hands finding their way to her waist. The thought of telling the team, of exposing this growing connection between you, made the edges of your mind feel blurry. There was no rush.

“I just want this to be ours,” you whispered back.

She smiled then, a real, full smile. And for the first time, you felt the weight of the world fall away, replaced by something lighter. Something… easier.

And it felt good.

Keeping things quiet wasn’t easy — especially not on a team like Barça.

Everyone was close. Too close. Teammates noticed everything: who lingered in the hallway too long, who sat next to who on flights, who shared extra looks in the locker room. You weren’t foolish enough to think no one had noticed the shift between you and Aitana.

But no one said anything.

And maybe that was part of the code. As long as you didn’t make it a problem, no one would call it one.

The moments you had together were short, but they meant everything. A quick glance across the pitch before kickoff. Her fingers brushing yours when passing a water bottle. Late-night texts that made your stomach flip. And once, after a particularly tough game, you’d both ended up in the gym late, saying you needed to stretch. The second the door closed behind you, she pushed you gently against the wall and kissed you until your knees gave out.

You didn’t say a word the entire time.

After, you both sat on the floor, backs against the wall, flushed and breathless, giggling like kids with a secret.

“Are we crazy?” you whispered.

She smiled and leaned her head against your shoulder. “Maybe.”

But you didn’t stop.

One afternoon after training, Aitana asked if you wanted to go to her place — not for anything, she promised, just to rest, maybe eat something, watch a movie. The team had a free evening and you hadn’t had time together outside hotel rooms and dark hallways.

You agreed. And maybe you should’ve known.

Her apartment was quiet. Minimal. A little cold, like she didn’t spend as much time there as she wanted to. But there were books on the shelves and a guitar leaning in the corner. The small personal details made you smile.

She handed you a hoodie — one of hers — and you pulled it on without thinking. It smelled like her. You caught her watching as you did it, her mouth curling slightly.

“You look better in it than I do,” she said.

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up.”

But she walked closer. “I’m serious.”

You weren’t sure who moved first. You just knew that within seconds, her lips were on yours again, and it felt different this time — slower, deeper, filled with everything you hadn’t said out loud. You sank into it. Into her. Into the quiet space you were building together.

It didn’t go further than that — not yet — but it left you both breathless. Touch-starved. Wanting.

You sat curled up beside her afterward on her couch, her arm around your shoulders, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your thigh. You watched a movie neither of you paid attention to.

At some point, she kissed the top of your head and whispered, “You don’t scare me.”

You looked up, confused. “What do you mean?”

She met your eyes, her gaze soft. “What I feel. With you. It’s not scary.”

And in that moment, all you could think was: Me neither.

But nothing could stay secret forever.

It started small. Mapi raised an eyebrow one day in the locker room when Aitana defended you during a tactics meeting a little too hard. Then Patri asked why you always sat together on the bus. You played it off. So did Aitana. But the team was beginning to notice.

One afternoon, during a water break at training, Ingrid leaned close to you and murmured, “Just so you know… we’re not blind.”

You almost choked on your drink. “What?”

She smiled, not unkindly. “You two. It’s cute. Just… be careful.”

You didn’t ask what she meant. You already knew.

You were two of the most visible players on one of the most dominant teams in the world. Anything personal could become public in seconds.

And still, you couldn’t stop.

It was supposed to stay simple. Private. Yours.

But everything changed after the Atlético match.

You’d both played brilliantly — connected on the field like you had a telepathic bond. Commentators mentioned it. Fans noticed it. There was even a clip going around online of a moment after your assist to her goal: the way she ran straight to you, the way your foreheads touched for a beat too long.

The team had won 3–0. Spirits were high. Everyone was buzzing.

But the moment you walked into the tunnel, your phone vibrated with a message from Aitana.

“Come to the hotel terrace. Alone.”

You didn’t hesitate.

The terrace was quiet, the city lights twinkling below. She was already there, standing by the railing, arms crossed, hair damp from her post-match shower. When she heard your footsteps, she turned — and you knew something was different.

“You saw the clip, right?” she asked.

You nodded.

She sighed, turning her gaze back toward the city. “They’re starting to talk.”

“The fans?” you asked, stepping beside her.

She nodded. “And the press. Maybe even the club.”

You leaned against the railing too, shoulder brushing hers. “Do you regret it?”

That got her to turn toward you again, her expression sharp. “No. Do you?”

You shook your head. “Never.”

She exhaled, something easing in her shoulders. “Then I don’t care.”

“You sure?”

“I’ve been sure about you since that night you texted me back. This… whatever it is, it’s the only thing that’s made sense to me in a long time.”

You didn’t answer — not with words. Instead, you reached for her hand, laced your fingers with hers.

That was answer enough.

You stayed careful, but the closeness between you was no longer deniable. The team didn’t say much, but the teasing increased. Alexia made a few jokes in passing. Lucy called you “the power couple” once during dinner. Even Pere had started giving you double glances during film sessions.

But it wasn’t mean. It wasn’t mocking. It was just… real now. And strangely, that made it easier.

For a while, everything was good.

Until it wasn’t.

It started with a leak.

A blurry photo. You and Aitana, on a bench near Ciutat Esportiva. She was leaning against you, head on your shoulder. It wasn’t scandalous. It wasn’t anything dramatic.

But the headline made it worse: Barça Stars Closer Than Ever — Romance Rumors Heat Up.

The comments flooded in. Some fans were supportive. Some weren’t. The media picked it up. The press asked questions. The club didn’t say anything, but there were whispers.

You and Aitana sat on her couch in silence, both staring at the same photo on your phones. You could feel her body tense beside you.

“I knew this could happen,” she said quietly.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

She turned to you, eyes wide. “Why are you sorry?”

“Because this is my fault. I leaned in, I let it happen—”

She shook her head. “No. Don’t do that. Don’t make this something it’s not.”

You looked at her. “Then what is it?”

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she reached out and took your hand again, grounding you. “It’s us. And I won’t let anyone make me feel ashamed of that.”

Your throat tightened. She was so steady, so brave — and you wished you could be like that too.

“What if they try to split us up?” you asked quietly.

“They won’t,” she said, fierce and certain. “And even if they did, I wouldn’t let them.”

You nodded, but your stomach still felt heavy.

This wasn’t just a secret anymore. It was a spotlight.

And the light could burn.

The following days felt like walking a tightrope.

Training resumed, and so did the pressure — not just from the media, but from within yourself. You felt eyes everywhere. Every glance from a coach. Every hushed conversation you weren’t part of. Your mind twisted it all into suspicion.

You weren’t sure if it was real or if the anxiety was just that loud.

Aitana was calm on the outside, but you could tell it was getting to her too. The jokes from teammates slowed. The mood shifted slightly — not cold, but cautious. As if everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see what happened next.

You didn’t sleep well that week.

Neither did she.

One night, after a win in the league, the team went out for dinner. Spirits were high again. The energy was lighter. You sat next to Aitana at the far end of the table, your legs touching under the tablecloth, though no one could see.

She leaned over after dessert and whispered, “Come home with me tonight.”

You nodded.

It wasn’t a question.

Her apartment was warm. Dim. Quiet. You toed off your shoes, threw your jacket on the couch, and turned to find her already watching you from the hallway.

The way she looked at you — like the only person in the world who mattered — made your heart stutter.

Neither of you said a word.

She walked toward you slowly, deliberately, and you met her halfway. Her hands found your hips, your arms wrapped around her neck, and she kissed you like it was the first time.

But it wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t frantic.

It was everything you hadn’t been able to say.

She kissed you like she needed to make you believe you were safe. That you were wanted. That she wasn’t going anywhere.

You moved toward her bedroom without planning it. Her fingers trailed along your wrist, your shoulder, your waist. You fell onto the bed together, tangled in each other — breathing, pressing, touching.

You undressed slowly, helping each other out of your clothes like you were peeling back armor. Every inch of skin revealed was a confession. Every whispered word, every sigh, every shaky breath — a promise.

She explored you gently, learning every part of you like she was memorizing it. Your back arched, your hands gripped the sheets, and her mouth was everywhere — your throat, your chest, your stomach — until all you could do was feel.

And then you returned the favor. Not out of obligation, but because you wanted to. Needed to. You wanted to make her fall apart, just like she had done for you. You wanted her to know that whatever this was — whatever was growing between you — you weren’t running from it.

It wasn’t just lust. It wasn’t just release.

It was care. Intimacy.

Afterward, you lay tangled in the sheets, your head on her chest, her fingers stroking your hair.

Neither of you spoke for a long time.

But you didn’t need to.

The next morning, she made coffee. You wore her hoodie again, padding around her apartment barefoot while she scrolled through her phone.

“Bad news?” you asked.

“Not really.” She glanced up, eyes scanning your face. “They want me to do a press thing next week.”

You nodded. “You’ll be great.”

She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “They want to ask about… off-pitch things. Personal things.”

You froze. “You think they’ll bring this up?”

“Maybe not directly.” She set the phone down. “But they’ll circle around it.”

You didn’t respond right away. Your heart picked up.

“What are you going to say?”

She walked over, wrapping her arms around your waist. “Whatever I need to. I’m not ashamed.”

You nodded, burying your face in her shoulder. You wanted to be brave like her. But you also wanted to protect what you had. You weren’t ready to lose it.

Not now.

Not ever.

The press conference came faster than you expected.

You weren’t there, but you watched it live from the players’ lounge, nerves making your stomach twist. Aitana sat calmly at the podium, her hair tucked behind her ears, expression composed and unreadable. Journalists asked the usual — tactics, recent matches, Champions League hopes.

Then came the question.

“Some fans have noticed you seem especially close with a teammate this season. Would you care to comment on that?”

There was a pause.

You stopped breathing.

Aitana smiled — not wide, but sure. “I think chemistry on and off the pitch is important. If people see something between me and a teammate, that’s because we care about each other. We all do. That’s what makes this team strong.”

Smooth. Vague. Safe.

But her eyes flicked toward the camera in a way that felt deliberate — like she was looking right at you.

Your heart squeezed.

Later that day, when she walked into training, everyone gave her a wide berth. Not in a bad way — in a respectful way. Even Alexia clapped her on the shoulder and murmured, “Well said.”

She caught your eye across the locker room. You nodded.

You couldn’t stop smiling.

Still, being careful became second nature.

You timed your exits. Sat apart during team meals. Didn’t share rides anymore. You still trained the same, played the same, felt the same — but everything had an invisible layer now. Like you were constantly performing.

One evening, after a Champions League match, you snuck into the showers after everyone had left. Aitana was waiting, leaning against the wall like she belonged there. You didn’t say a word. Just kissed her. Hard.

Later, breathless and wet-haired, you stood wrapped in towels, your forehead pressed to hers.

“This is getting harder,” you whispered.

“I know.”

“We can’t keep hiding.”

“I know.”

“So what do we do?”

She looked at you — steady, unwavering. “We win. Together. And we keep loving each other. Quiet if we have to. Loud if we can.”

You exhaled, tension breaking like a wave.

That was the plan. Simple. Powerful.

And then came the final.

The Champions League. The biggest stage.

You and Aitana were both in the starting XI. The pressure was unlike anything you’d felt before — not just for the club, not just for the fans, but for each other.

You could feel her eyes on you during the anthem.

Her fingers brushed yours during the huddle.

You played the game of your life.

Assisted the opener. Ran until your lungs burned. Held your line when it mattered. And in the 86th minute, with the game tied and the world watching, Aitana received a pass, cut past two defenders, and scored the winning goal.

The stadium exploded.

You ran toward her without thinking. She met you halfway. Arms wrapped. Bodies crashed. And this time, it didn’t matter who saw.

Her forehead against yours.

Her voice in your ear: “We did it.”

That night, in the chaos of celebration, no one stopped you when you pulled her onto the balcony of the hotel. No one cared when you kissed her under the stars. No teammates interrupted. No fans peeked. No coaches questioned.

It was just you and her — alive, victorious, seen.

No more hiding.

The photo that broke the internet wasn’t blurry.

It wasn’t from a distance or taken in secret.

It was you and Aitana, arms around each other on the pitch, cheeks pressed together, laughing like idiots with confetti tangled in your hair. A kiss hadn’t been captured — but somehow, it didn’t need to be. The closeness was loud. Obvious. Undeniable.

By the next morning, it was everywhere.

The hashtags trended. The fan edits multiplied. Headlines called you “Barcelona’s new golden duo.” Commentators praised your chemistry, your impact, your connection.

And though some voices online remained cruel or suspicious, they were drowned out by the support. You’d expected backlash — feared it.

Instead, you found freedom.

For the first time in months, you held her hand on the way to the team bus. No one flinched. No one stared.

It was real now.

Out loud.

Back in Barcelona, life shifted.

You started staying at her place more often. She stocked your favorite snacks. You left your cleats by her door. You learned her morning moods and her nighttime silences. You shared playlists. You fought over laundry. You kissed in grocery store aisles when no one was looking.

It felt like normal.

Or as normal as it could be, when your faces were still plastered across sports blogs and post-match interviews.

Pere sat you both down one afternoon at the training ground. Not for punishment — just to talk.

“As long as you don’t let it affect your performance,” he said, “I don’t care who you’re dating.”

Aitana looked him straight in the eye. “It won’t.”

He nodded. “Good.”

And that was that.

Of course, it wasn’t perfect.

There were still rough days. Games lost. Articles speculated. A few opponents made comments on the field that turned your blood cold. You learned quickly how to shield her — how to step in when her jaw tightened and her hands balled into fists.

She did the same for you.

There was one evening when you came home, silent and shaken after an ugly match. You didn’t talk. You didn’t need to.

She just pulled you into bed, wrapped her arms around your waist, and let you cry into her shoulder.

Later, she whispered, “You don’t always have to be strong for me.”

“I want to,” you said hoarsely.

“Then let me be strong for you, too.”

That night, you made love without urgency. Without the rush of secrecy or the thrill of stolen time.

It was slow. Unspoken.

Her hands mapped every part of you again — not searching, but remembering. Your sighs were soft. Your bodies moved like puzzle pieces fitting together. And when you fell apart, it wasn’t with a cry or a moan — it was with a whispered name and a breathless laugh.

Afterward, you curled into her chest, fingers drawing circles on her ribs.

“I think I love you,” you said quietly.

She didn’t flinch.

She didn’t hesitate.

“I know,” she murmured. “I love you too.”

You thought it would feel scarier.

It didn’t.

It felt right.

Summer break came like a warm exhale.

After months of matches, media, and emotional tightropes, you found yourself waking late in Aitana’s bed, tangled in sheets and sunlight. Some mornings she made breakfast, wearing nothing but your oversized tee. Other days, you took walks around quiet Barcelona streets, disguised under caps and sunglasses — not to hide from the world, but to keep the peace you’d earned.

No more secrets. But still, something just yours.

One afternoon, she took you to her childhood home. Her mother welcomed you in with a smile that said everything without words. Aitana showed you old trophies, old photos — her room with books stacked against every wall. You lay on her bed, flipping through photo albums while she sat beside you, face pink with embarrassment.

“You were such a nerd,” you teased, pointing at a picture of her at ten, clutching a soccer ball and a science trophy.

“I am a nerd,” she replied, grinning. “You just like that about me.”

You kissed her shoulder. “Yeah. I really do.”

Pre-season came too fast.

Your bodies were sore again. Drills resumed. The weight of competition returned. But this time, it wasn’t heavy.

The team noticed a shift — not just in you two, but around you. The chemistry wasn’t forced. It was fluid. Passes that found each other’s feet without looking. Celebrations that ended in shared grins. Arguments that ended in trust.

There was a foundation now. Something unshakeable.

One evening after training, you sat on the rooftop of Aitana’s apartment, the city stretching out below you.

“You know,” she said, “a year ago I didn’t even know if I liked you.”

You snorted. “That’s fair. I was kind of a ghost.”

“You were intense,” she admitted. “Quiet. Hard to read.”

“And now?”

She turned, brushing hair from your face. “Now you’re the easiest part of my life.”

It hit you then — all of it. What had started as a slip of a photo. A mistake. A moment out of context.

And how it had slowly, carefully become the best thing that ever happened to you.

You thought about how close you’d come to ignoring it. To pretending nothing happened. To walking away instead of leaning in.

You thought about everything you would’ve missed.

You leaned back on your elbows, smiling softly.

“So what happens now?”

She shrugged, playful. “We play. We win. We annoy the hell out of our teammates with our gross couple energy.”

You laughed.

“And?”

She kissed you, slow and sure.

“And we keep loving each other. Loudly.”

The stars blinked above you. Barcelona hummed below.

And for the first time in a long time, you weren’t waiting for the other shoe to drop.

You were exactly where you were supposed to be.

With her.

Always with her.