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We've got you | Arsenal WFC

Pairing: Arsenal x Teen!Reader

Request: Arsenal teen reader fic where they have an eating disorder and the team helps them through it.

Warnings: Eating disorders, passing out, talk of negative body image.

A/n: Thank you @catasha for proof-reading and your feedback & thank you @lessi-lover and @greynatomy as well for your help 💗

Masterlist | Woso masterlist | Words: 2k

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As the youngest player on the team a lot of your teammates kept a close eye on you. They made sure you did your homework, helped you pack your bag, and in general were there for you for whatever you needed. There was one thing they hadn’t noticed though, and it was that you had started eating less and less. You were actively trying to hide it from them, so you didn't blame them for not noticing.

You had been diagnosed with an eating disorder when you were fourteen years old, and though you had been doing better the past year, your old habits started to reappear. Of course, something like that doesn’t really go away, but the voices in your head telling you that you shouldn’t eat have been quiet.

None of your teammates knew about your diagnosis, as you hadn;t struggled with it during your time with Arsenal. Well, not until now. In your plan to hide it from your teammates, you hadn’t counted on someone knowing the symptoms of an eating disorder, but one of them did. Alessia Russo, one of the more recent signings was keeping an eye on your food intake, unbeknownst to you. She had noticed you barely touching your breakfast. At first she didn’t think anything of it, but when she saw you only eating a few bites of your lunch, until you excused yourself, her mind started to wonder. She recognized patterns she had been stuck on in her highschool years, and hoped that she was wrong, but she couldn’t just let the thoughts go.

After training that afternoon, Alessia walked with you back to your bags, having placed hers conveniently next to yours at the start. The two of you are talking, when she grabs a protein bar from her bag. “Man, I’m full. Can I interest you in the other half? I would hate for it to go to waste.” You hesitated, but took the bar from her, not fully confident in denying food one on one. Alessia continued talking, but you didn’t hear a word she was saying as you were trying to convince the voices in your head you should eat the bar she offered. You don’t deserve to eat. You’ve gained weight, eating the bar will make it go up more. You tried to fight it. I already took the bar, I have to at least take a bite to show my appreciation. After fighting with the voices in your head for what felt like half an hour, you managed to move the bar up to your mouth with a shaky hand. Luckily Alessia was busy untying her boots, and didn’t see your hands shaking. One small bite is all you were able to eat before the voices in your head started to get loud again. You smiled to Alessia, “Thank you for this.” and head back to the locker rooms. Once you were out of sight from the rest of the team, you threw the bar in a nearby trash can. 

You were currently training in Portugal, so you didn’t have much time where you weren’t surrounded by your teammates. Each meal time was taken together, so you diverted to making it seem like you were eating by tactically moving around the food on your plate, putting a bite on your fork and moving it around while you were conversing with the people surrounding you. Trying to keep their focus on your words, rather than the lack of food actually entering your mouth.

Alessia stuck around until most of the room had cleared out, leaving just the two of you in the room. She moved over to your table, “Hey y/n, how are you doing?” You look up from your plate, “Oh hi Lessi, I’m doing alright. How are you?” She smiled at you softly, “I’m doing alright as well. I wanted to check in with you, to see if everything was okay, since I noticed you hadn’t really touched your food.” Your cheeks turned red, had she noticed? You quickly shake off the thought and shrug your shoulders, “Oh, yes, I’m okay. Just not very hungry, that’s all.” Alessia didn’t want to push you, knowing that that could make it worse, so she settled on talking about football instead, to bond with you, and not let you be on your own. 

The next day you were running around during practice, you loved drills where you got to show your speed. The team was split into two lines, as you would be competing against each other. One person from each team would go at the same time, sprinting to the finish line, the one that reached it first would earn the cone for their team. The team that got to ten cones first would win the exercise. 

Your team was currently at nine cones, while the other team was at eight. It was you running against Lotte, and if you were the fastest, you would get the victory for your team. “You’re going down, grandma.” The team knew you as a joker, so Lotte was used to your antics. “Yeah yeah, you just focus on not tripping over your own feet, kiddo.” You roll your eyes at her, “That was one time!”  

The two of you get ready on the line and wait for the countdown and the whistle to blow. You were running neck and neck, until about three quarters of the way, it was then that you got a step ahead of Lotte, but your lead didn’t last long, as suddenly you found yourself getting weak and dizzy. You divert from the straight line that you were running, and slow down your run. Lotte immediately noticed that something was wrong, and stopped her run to help you. “Hey kid, what’s wrong?’ She grabs your shoulders to keep you in place. “Dizzy.” Is all you get out before you collapse in her arms. 

You passed out for a moment, but luckily the medics were quick by your side. “What happened?” You ask when you see all your teammates standing around you with worried looks on their faces. “You passed out, kid. Do you know what happened?” Leah had your head laying in her lap. “Don’t know.” You say groggily, still not feeling well. “Let’s get you to one of the physio rooms to get you checked out.” One of the medics reached down their hands to help you up. 

Everyone was in the hallway, waiting to hear what was going on, a few of them pacing the hallway, and others sitting along the wall. “She was joking around just moments before, how could this happen out of nowhere?” Leah voiced the thought that most of the girls shared. “I might have an idea.” Alessia said softly. 

The medics walk out of the physio room once they are done examining you, “She seems alright now. We don’t know what happened yet, so we will have to keep a close eye on her. We advised her to stay in the room for at least another hour, just until she feels a bit stronger again. You can see her though.” 

After what Alessia had just shared with the group, just Alessia, Leah, and Kim go into the room first. “Hey kiddo, how are you doing?” Leah sits down on the bed with you, and wraps her arm around you. “I still feel a bit weak, but otherwise okay. You all look very serious though, what’s going on?” Leah looks up to Kim with tears welling in her eyes, not being able to do the talking without breaking. You were like a little sister to her, and it hurt seeing you like this. ���It came under our attention that you haven’t really been eating, and we wanted to check in with you. You really scared us out there kid, you need to take care of your body. Can you please tell us how long this has been going on?” They knew now, so hiding was no longer an option. “I was diagnosed with an eating disorder when I was fourteen.” You could feel Leah tense beside you, as she came to the realisation just how serious this was. “I never mentioned it because it’s not been a problem since I’ve joined the team. It started playing up again a few weeks ago, I can handle it.” You were downplaying your wording, trying not to scare your teammates. Leah shook her head, “You’re not handling it though, you literally passed out!” You were shocked with the emotion behind her voice. “Leah, I’m fine.” Leah felt herself getting angry, “No, y/n, you’re not.” She said before she left the room, not wanting to get angry with you while she knew you were struggling.

It stays quiet for a moment, before Alessia speaks up. “I struggled with my weight and my body a lot growing up. I wanted to be skinny, but it ended up making me too weak to play. I learned that for football being strong was more important than my body fitting this image in my mind that society had created.” Kim continued where Alessia left off, “It’s important to give your body the right nutritions, it is for all of us, but especially for a growing body like yours. Skipping meals can harm your body, more than it will do good. We understand that this is a lot, but we really do not want anything like today to happen to you again.” Tears started to form in your eyes. Kim stands up and goes in to hug you, “It’s okay, sweetheart. We’ve got you.” 

Once you calmed down a bit, Kim continued the conversation. They wanted to do everything in their power to help you, because they understood how mentally challenging an eating disorder could be. “We’re going to set up a meeting with the dietitian and nutrition team tomorrow, and get you on a plan that will help you eat in a healthy way, that is based on your body specifically. Alessia is going with you, because her experience will help make sure your best interest is at heart. We are going to be there with you every step of the way. You’re a part of a team, and that means we don’t let anyone go through something alone, okay?” You nodded, “Okay.”

In the hallway Leah is crying into Lia’s arms, after she asked the rest of the team to give you some space today. “She’s acting like nothing is wrong, Wally.” The older girl rubs her hands over her best friend’s back in soothing motions. “I understand, but she needs you Lee. I know you’re angry with her for not telling anyone she’s been struggling, and with yourself for not noticing she was, but let’s focus on the fact that it’s out in the open now, and you can help her.” 

Lia’s words were convincing, so much so that Leah headed back into the room, and asked for a moment alone with you. “Hey kiddo, I’m sorry I ran out. I couldn’t handle my emotions in a way that would be fair to you, so I needed a moment.” You smile at her softly, “It’s fine Lee. I understand, it was big news, and I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner.” Leah steps forward and hugs you to her chest. “Let’s get you home, okay?” You had been living with Leah since you moved to London, probably the reason that you were closest with her. “Okay.”

The next morning Leah drove you to London Colney for your appointment with the dietitian and nutrition team. Alessia was already waiting when you arrived, she greeted you with a hug. “It’s good to see you, kiddo. Are you ready?” You returned the hug. “As I’ll ever be.” 

It was very helpful having the both of them there. Leah for reassuring you, and Alessia to make sure you answered all their questions properly. After an hour of talking with the team, they had set up the basics of the plan for you. In the next couple of days they would get back to you with a more elaborate plan, including meal options and recipes. 

You know that your journey with food and your body weren’t going to be easy, but you knew that you weren’t going to be alone. The team had always been like family to you, and yesterday showed you again that they would love you unconditionally, and that they would be there for you, no matter what. 

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That's a lot of blood | Arsenal WFC x Reader

5k celebration prompt: "That's a lot of blood."

Woso masterlist | Words: 1k

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The match was intense, the kind where every step, tackle, and shot felt like it could make or break the game. The crowd roared in the background, but you barely heard it, your focus narrowed to the field in front of you.

The opposition broke through your team’s line of defense, the ball sailing over the top. A one-on-one with the keeper was the last thing you wanted in a game like this. You pushed yourself to sprint back, muscles burning, and made the only choice you could: throw your body down for a tackle.

Your timing was perfect. The ball ricocheted off your foot and away from danger. But the striker tripped over you, her cleat catching your thigh as she fell. It all happened so fast that you didn’t process it until the sharp pain hit, like a knife slicing through your leg.

“Jesus.” Katie’s voice broke through your haze as she ran to your side. She dropped to her knees, her hands instantly on your shoulders as you tried to sit up. “Stay down.” Her tone was softer than you were used to from her on the pitch. “Trust me, that is not something you want to see.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?” The panic very present in your voice. Before Katie could answer, Manu’s voice piped up from behind you. “That’s a lot of blood.”

Your eyes widened, and your stomach churned. Blood? That wasn’t a good sign. “Nice going, now she’s scared.” Katie snapped, glaring at the goalkeeper. It was well known within the team that you didn’t handle blood well. Let alone your own blood covering your thigh.

“Right, sorry!” Manu kneeled down beside you. “It’s not that bad. Really.” You shot her a look, “You can’t say that right after you say there is a lot of blood. Those two do not work together!” 

Katie chuckled at your comment, but quickly gathered herself to be there for you. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, the seconds dragging on as you lay there waiting for the medics to arrive.

The pain in your leg throbbed, and you felt the warm fluid in your leg. Your shorts sticking to your leg even more than before.

Then curiosity got the better of you, and you glanced down. A mistake. “Oh god.” Your face turned pale as you saw how much blood was covering your leg. You couldn’t even see the wound anymore. 

A wave of nausea washed over you. Lotte, who had been hovering nearby, quickly knelt by your side. She gently pushed your shoulders back to the ground. “Hey, don’t look at that. You’re going to be okay. It’s not as bad as it seems. Just focus on me, alright?” 

Her calm demeanor steadied you slightly, though your breathing was still shallow. The medics finally arrived, gauze and gloves in hand. You flinched as they applied pressure to the wound, the sting making tears spring to your eyes.

“Just breathe,” Lotte said, her voice soothing as she wiped dirt and grass from your face. “In through your nose, out through your mouth. You’ve got this.”

Katie took your hand in hers, squeezing it tightly. “Don’t make me show you how to breathe,” she teased, a playful glint in her eye despite the situation.

Her joke makes you chuckle. “See, you’re doing just fine.”

One of the medics looked up after inspecting your leg. “Good news, it’s not too deep. You’ll just need a few stitches.”

You sighed in relief, though the idea of stitches made your stomach twist. “A few stitches isn’t so bad.” You said out loud, trying to convince yourself.

Katie’s smirk appeared again. “Yeah, and chicks dig scars. You’ll find a girlfriend in no time now.” With a roll of your eyes you tell her that she’s awful. “If I’m awful, then why are you still holding my hand?” You stared at her deadpan. “Annoying too.”

Lotte shook her head at the two of you, a small smile on her lips. “You’re impossible, both of you.”

The medics wrapped your leg and helped you to your feet, with Katie and Lotte supporting you on either side. The trip to the tunnel was a blur, and before you knew it, you were sitting in the medical room with a couple stitches, a fresh bandage and crutches.

When you finally hobbled out to the bench, the game was nearing its end. The team checked on you, their faces a mix of concern and relief. You assured them you were fine, and that they could stop worrying about you.

The final whistle blew, and you looked up just in time to see Leah running your way with a grin on her face. “Scored that goal for you.” The team on the bench had informed you that Leah had scored off a corner just before you had made your way back.

You shook your head with a chuckle. “You so didn’t.”

She wrapped her arm around your shoulder. “Okay, maybe not.” She admitted, “But I am dedicating it to you. End of story.”

It didn’t take you long to get used to the crutches, so you joined the team on your round around the stadium, taking pictures with fans and signing their jersey’s and signs. 

You noticed that no matter where you went, one of the girls was keeping an eye on you. While you appreciated their support, you were not looking forward to being babysat for the next few weeks while your leg was healing.

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In safe hands | Leah Williamson x Teen!Reader & Arsenal WFC x Teen!Reader

Where you get to train with the senior team and end up making your senior debut earlier than expected

Warnings: Reader has adhd and struggles with sensory issues. If there are any inaccuracies, please let me know!

Woso masterlist | Words: 2.1k

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Each season, Arsenal gave a handful of the academy players the opportunity to train with the senior team. You knew you had played a good season, but you never would have thought that you would have been among those players. 

The first few days after getting the call, getting to play with the senior team was all that you could talk about. You were filled with excitement for this opportunity. It was only when the day of your first training with the team was coming closer, that you started feeling nervous. 

While you knew the other academy players that were going, you didn’t know the rest of the team. To your friends you were known as talkative, hyper, and a friend to all. But you had known them all for years. You knew that around these new people, you might not be the same. The confidence you had built up over time, you would have to start building up again here.

What if they didn’t take you seriously? What if you messed up? What if you couldn’t keep up? All those thoughts were messing with your brain as you packed your bag to head to your first training with the team.

Everyone seemed nice and very welcoming to the group of youngsters, which eased your nerves a bit. After the official introductions, you all headed to the locker rooms, to get changed for training. 

With all your down putting thoughts, you hadn’t given yourself the time to properly check out the gear. While your kits were the same as the ones from the academy, you got all new ones, because training with the senior team meant you got a new number. 

Only when you went to put on the kit with your new number, you realised it wasn’t a size bigger like you usually got. You put it on anyways, you had to. In theory it was the right size, but the tightness of the fit was something that often caused you sensory overload.

You tried to ignore the way you felt the jersey cling to your skin, pushing it to the back of your mind while you tied up your boots, but with every passing second, it seemed to become tighter somehow. 

Most of the team had made their way to the pitch already, just leaving you and Freya. She noticed you fidgeting with your shirt, but figured it was just a way to ground yourself. While you were open about your adhd to your academy teammates, many of them didn’t know all the ins and outs.

“Are you coming?” She asked as she was all ready to go. You looked up at her, faking a smile. “You go ahead, I’ll be right behind you.” Freya nodded and made her way to the pitch.

The moment she left, you took off the jersey and tossed it to the ground. Feeling like you could finally breathe again. Tears welled in your eyes from the overwhelming feelings that came with the sensory overload, still trying to shake it.

“Where is y/n?” Manu asked Kim when she realised the young goalie hadn’t joined them yet. “I don’t know. Girls, do you know where y/n is?” She asked the youngsters. “She said she would be right behind me.” Freya answered. 

“I’ll go check on her.” Leah offered. Having moved up from the academy herself, made her feel closer to these young players. She had been exactly where they were now. While everyone’s experience was different, she thought that at the very least, she could offer you some advice.

When Leah entered the locker room, she noticed you quickly wiping your tears away. “Hey kid, what’s wrong?” She closed the door behind her and sat down beside you, giving you plenty of space, just to be sure. You had only met each other that morning, so she didn’t know what way of comfort you preferred. 

“It’s fine. I’m fine.” You told her, but she wasn’t convinced. “Alright.” She looked around the room when her eyes landed on your jersey balled up on the floor. “Wanna tell me what happened with your jersey then?” She pushed lightly.

There was no point in lying, so you opted to tell the team's vice captain. “Well, it felt really tight.” She nodded for you to continue. “I have adhd, and sometimes the way clothes fit can be really overwhelming.” While Leah had never experienced that herself, she wanted to make sure that you felt comfortable. 

“Okay, and did the academy kits make you feel overwhelmed too?” You shook your head in response. “Was there anything different about those?” It must all sound silly to her, but nonetheless, you tell her. “Yeah, they always give me a bigger size and the regular fit.” 

Leah got up, “Well, that seems like an easy enough fix. Come with me.” You put on your own sweater, and followed the blonde. “Where are we going?” You ask timidly. “We are going to the kit room. Get you all the stuff you need in the sizes that help you feel less overwhelmed.”

She got everything set for you. They quickly printed you a training jersey with your number on it, and told you that when you were done with training they would have the rest ready for you to pick up. 

With the new jersey, and the new found comfort in Leah, you headed to the pitch for your first training with the team. 

The weeks following your first training session went by fast. You learned a lot by training with the senior team already, and it was nice to get to know some of the girls off the pitch too. You had gotten your complete set of kits and clothes in the new size, and they had changed your size in the system, so that it would be your standard. You felt closest to Leah from the senior team. The way she didn’t just listen to your struggles, but also took action in taking those struggles away, really meant a lot to you. 

The way the training was set up, meant you would be able to play some post-season friendlies, and you were getting ready for that. But when Manu got injured in training, a small tweak in her ankle that would last at least a couple of weeks, you got an early step up to the Arsenal senior bench for the next match at Meadow Park. 

In the locker room, Leah sat down next to you. “How are you doing, kid?” You were clad in your yellow goalie kit, with a specially ordered sensory friendly long sleeve shirt in a matching colour. The staff had really shown they cared for the way you felt, even just as an academy player. 

“Excited to watch the match from the perspective of the bench.” You had been in the stands for the matches, but the bench was a different way of watching football. All you felt was excitement, the chance you’d get to play minutes were close to zero, or so you thought.

In the 80th minute Sabs made a diving save and stayed down. Everyone looked concerned as she stayed on the ground shaking her head in the direction of the bench. She was clutching her elbow as Jonas walked up to you. “You’re going on kid, go get ready.”

Kim walked you to the warm-up section with some words of encouragement before handing you off to the trainer helping you do some quick exercises while Sabs was getting treatment.

You stood to the sidelines with the official, mentally preparing yourself for this moment. The crowd you had been able to filter out on the bench, now seemed louder than anything in the world. Leah noticed the way that you looked to be frozen in place, and made her way towards you.

When Sabs was walked off, you were ushered on. Leah put her arm around your shoulder. “Just focus on me.” She said when she saw your eyes dart around the stands. She helped you get grounded as you made your way to the goal together. “What if I fail?” Leah shook her head, “You’ve got this, kid. We’ve got your back out there, you’re not alone.” 

When you got between the goalposts, you felt right at home. You put your focus forwards and to your luck, no shots at goal were taken for the last 10 minutes of the match. Leah joined you afterwards, “Look at you, your first senior minutes!” She was immensely proud of you for stepping up to the challenge, as was the rest of the team. They all came by you to say some words of encouragement or preach.

The next couple days in training were crucial. Both Manu and Sabs would be out for at least a couple more matches, so it was up to you now. And let’s just say that the last 10 minutes at Meadow Park was vastly different from starting at the Emirates in front of a sold out crowd.

Walking up to the field was the worst part, but you had your team backing you up. All of them had been great in supporting you, and trying to find ways to help you in the best ways possible. Leah and Beth were on either side of you, as you walked onto the field for warm-ups.

The roar of the sold out crowd was deafening, and you tried your hardest to block it out. Beth bumped her shoulder playfully against yours. “You’re going to do great.” Her voice was calm and confident. “Just remember, it’s the same game you’ve always played. The only difference is the number of people watching. I know they can be loud, but I’ve always tried to turn it into a motivator for me to play better. Keep your focus on the pitch like you did last week, and try to block them out as much as you can.”

“Trust your instincts, kid. You’ve been training for years. We all believe in you.” Leah joined in. You nod and thank them before joining the goalkeeper trainer. 

While you were still very nervous, the words of both Beth and Leah kept playing in your mind. You did know what you were doing, and you had to focus on that. After warm-up you had gotten used to the noise level of the crowd. Just in time for the match to start. 

Leah and Lotte walked with you to the box. The three of you were silent, but it was exactly what you needed. Just people around you to not have to walk the way on your own. The comfort of the quietness helping you calm down.

Your opponents started coming in strong right away. The weight of responsibility on your shoulders felt heavier with each time the ball came near. But the moment they broke through the defence, your instincts took over. You dived and made your first save for the senior team. 

“Nice one, kid!” Leah pats your back before rushing forwards again, so you can throw her the ball. The save gave you the confidence you needed. Each time the ball came in, you stopped it. 

0-0 at half time and you were overjoyed with the way you were performing. The nerves were still there, but you were getting more comfortable between the goalposts. Manu and Sabs were looking at you proudly when you walked towards them to head into the locker room. “You’re doing great!” and “Keep up the good work!” Were shouted your way by the pair.

You got back on the pitch with more confidence and determination. Which showed in the way you were playing. The opponents kept pushing, but you knew your role well, and performed it perfectly.

When Beth scored the first goal in the 75th minute you celebrated all the way on the other side of the field. 

And when the final whistle blew and you had played not only your first full 90 minutes for the senior team, but had also kept a clean sheet, you sat down on the field, overwhelmed with your accomplishments. 

Leah sat with you, letting you have your moment, but not wanting you to be alone. “I did it.” You finally say. “Yeah you did, I am so proud of you. You should be so proud of yourself.” You smiled, “I am.”

You proved yourself in that match and the one after. So, the only logical thing for the team to do was give you a senior contract. You knew you would be the third goalie again, after Manu and Sabs were back from injury, and that's the way you preferred it for now. Training with them, to keep bettering yourself. 

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Different loss, same grief | Beth Mead x Reader & Renee Slegers x Platonic!Reader

5k celebration prompt: "I don’t need you to fix me, I just need you to hold me."

Warnings: talks of parental loss, and absent parent

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.4k

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You thought you had been good at hiding your emotions, only showing them when no one was around. It had worked at home, you didn’t think Beth had any idea of what was going on in your mind. But now you’re on the pitch, running your drills, and you can feel Renee’s eyes on you.

Not the regular way a coach would watch you, no she was watching you as a friend. A friend who knows your tells way too well for your liking. Renee used to be your roommate back when you both played for Linköping, so you knew each other quite well before she joined the coaching staff at Arsenal. She sends you a questioning look, but you quickly shook your head, silently asking her not to get into it right now.

After that short interaction with Renee, you focus back on your training. You hope no one caught on, because you were really not in the mood to share your feelings with the rest of the girls. You loved them dearly, but you just were not wanting to talk about it.

For the next drill, you were playing a little 1v1 drill. By pure chance, you were paired with your girlfriend, but you had a feeling that Renee had a say in the pairs. Everyone lined up, one of the duo on each side of the balls that were lined up in the middle. The game was simple, a version of the head, shoulders, knees, and toes game. The twist was that the ball would be amongst the body parts named, first to get the ball will win a point. Beth was properly excited and egging you on about being faster each time she got the ball first.

Once training on the pitch was done, everyone had their own individual plans. You didn’t have anything specific on your schedule, so you decided to go for a jog around the pitch. Usually running helped clear your mind, but today it only seemed to focus more on the parts you were trying to set aside.

That’s how you found yourself at Renee’s office. After training she always had her door open to any player who wanted to come talk to her, and you had taken her up on that quite a few times since she became head coach.

She’s focussed on her laptop, so you knock on the door softly. “Do you have a moment?” You ask when she looks up at you. She closed her laptop right away, “Of course, my door is always open.” She smiles as you step inside and close the door behind you. “Manager or friend?” Renee asks as you sit down on the sofa in the corner. “Friend, please.”

Renee walks over and sits on the other end of the sofa. “Alright, what’s on your mind?” You stay quiet for a moment and then take a deep breath.

“You remember the whole story of my dad walking out on us?” Renee nods, her face turning more serious. She remembered how much you used to struggle with it when it had still been recent, but she hadn’t heard you mention him recently.

“Last week I saw this video on TikTok about a girl saying ‘I don’t wanna be like my dad, but with anything football related, I become my dad’. I don’t know why it got to me so much, like my job has been playing football for a long time, yet somehow my brain went back to little me doing everything surrounding football with my dad.” Tears were welling in your eyes now, so you wiped them away quickly before continuing. 

“And of course this is all around Father’s Day, where everywhere you go there is something about dad’s being great, amazing, or the best, and mine wasn’t. Mine isn’t. He left and started a new family without us, and I am stuck here with another Father’s Day approaching, without a father I am in contact with.”

Renee, who was quietly listening, put her hand on your shoulder to offer you some comfort. “I’m sorry that’s been going on in your mind. Have you talked to Beth about it?”

With a shake of your head, the tears finally start spilling. No more holding them in now. “I want to talk to her, I need her. But I can’t. I can’t tell her.” 

Renee gives your shoulder a quick squeeze before she brings you in for a hug. For a moment you just cry in her arms, but when your sobs fade away, Renee asks you why. 

“Because she lost her mom, like really lost her mom. I can’t be upset about losing a parent, because I chose to go no contact, to someone who had no choice in losing her parent.” You sit back up and lean against the back of the sofa.

“While you have experienced different kinds of losses, it doesn’t mean it’s not allowed to ache the same way. She might be one of the few people that truly understands the pain you’re feeling.” Renee said, and you let her words sink in. “Maybe you’re right.”

You sat with Renee for a while longer, just sitting on the sofa while she continued her work. Her words were wise, and convinced you that maybe talking to Beth about your feelings could actually be beneficial to you. Beth left training earlier than you because she had a session before practice, and you just wanted to go over how you wanted to tell her everything.

When you finally deemed yourself ready, Renee hugged you once more before telling you to go talk to your girlfriend, and get the comfort you need for her. You thank her again for being there for you, and make your way out of the building.

Once you opened the door to your home, you could smell a delicious smell coming from the kitchen. Beth had started on dinner, and was quietly singing along to the music that was playing in your home.

You walked to the kitchen and took in the sight around the corner. Beth chopping up some vegetables, the sleeves of her hoodie bunched up at her elbows, and her hair up in a ponytail. 

She smiled when she noticed you. “Hey babe.” She turned to you and her smile instantly fell. “Are you okay, darling?” Apparently you couldn’t hide it as well as you thought you could for the short time before you were going to tell her.

“I’m okay.” You said and walked closer to her. Beth quickly wipes her hands on the kitchen towel. “Are you sure?” You nod. “Did someone piss you off? Is your knee hurting again? Do I need to tell someone off?” Beth’s smile grows as she is trying to use humour to get you to open up.

“Come on, love, what can I fix?” She is standing right in front of you as she asks you, one of her hands reaching out to your arm. That’s when you break again, tears streaming down your face. "I don’t need you to fix me, I just need you to hold me." Beth takes less than half a second to pull you in for a hug. She holds you tight while she rubs her hand up and down your back.

“Dinner can wait, let’s sit down.” She walks you over to the sofa and pulls you down with her. You tell her what you told Renee as well, between sobs, hoping that Beth is able to puzzle it all together as one clear story. 

Once you’re done saying it all, Beth is quiet for a moment to take it all in. Hearing that you weren’t sure if you could come to her, left her heart aching. “Oh baby, you know I will always be here to listen to you and to hold you. Our situations are different, but that doesn’t take away that your situation hurts you. You can always come to me, and I will always be there for you, no matter what.”

Her arms around you feel grounding. She presses a long kiss to the top of your head, you know that she meant every word of what she said. “You never have to carry anything alone, I promise.” You hug her a little tighter, a non-verbal way of thanking her.

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not yourself

barcelona x teen reader your first international break does not go how you want it to. you're not yourself when you return, and your teammates make it their business to figure out what happened, and why you're so quiet and withdrawn.

—

You’d never been very good at making friends. You were quiet, and people often took that to mean you were aloof. The only reason you’d made friends at Barça was because you’d been so young when you started there. Young enough that almost everyone made an effort to try to get to know you. And while it took time, they must have decided you were worth knowing. 

Your club teammates would tell anyone who asked that you were the team’s baby. Sweet and kind. Even loud and outgoing around people you were comfortable with. Incredible on the pitch. Your teammates loved you like a younger sister, and had gained your trust. You absolutely couldn’t be described as shy around them anymore. 

So, your club teammates knew you well enough to know that if you were being quiet, it wasn’t because you thought you were better than everyone around you or because you weren’t interested in being social. You just had such anxiety when it came to social situations, especially new ones. 

No situation terrified you more than your first international call up. The weeks leading up to it, everyone kept telling you it would be okay. Whenever you fell quiet and looked like you were thinking too hard, there was always someone there to rest a hand on your shoulder or pull you into a hug and promise that everything would be okay. 

You just had to be yourself, Alexia said, and everyone would like you. 

Kika promised you had nothing to worry about, Cata said she was just a phone call away if she had to fight someone for you. None of them seemed very worried, somehow assured and convinced that you’d have no trouble making friends. 

For the first time in your career, you left when they did for the international break. You were your usual self, bubbly and smiley and excited enough that you could barely sit still. Or maybe that was just the nerves. 

You were yourself when you left, and none of them stopped to consider that you might not be when you got back.

—

Loneliness. It wasn’t a brand new feeling, but it wasn’t one you’d felt in a long time. 

Not since you were a kid, and watched the other kids play together at recess. Easily talking and laughing and having fun. Not since you were a kid and watched your parents joke and laugh with your much older siblings, only pausing to remind you to finish your homework. You’d been the outsider, then. At school and at home. 

The weird girl that tried to play football with the boys at recess, and was promptly shunned by everyone. The baby of the family that no one seemed to have any time for. Your parents had you, and soon after decided they were tired of being real parents. They were tired of spending their time with kids, only they’d realized that too late. You’d spent years eating dinner alone at the kitchen table, wondering if your parents would remember to come check on you when they got home from whatever event they’d gone to. 

So, loneliness was familiar. Perhaps you’d just forgotten how much it ached. 

Yet you were reminded, that first international break. Where once again you were the outsider, the odd one out. You weren’t very sure why. It started with the girl you were assigned to room with acting like you were the strangest, most unpleasant person she’d ever spoken to. Soon, it was everyone else doing the same. 

It was cruel little laughs when you messed up in training, and rolled eyes when you went down with an ankle injury during the match. It was assuredly not whispered overheard conversations. 

“She’s so arrogant, I don’t know how anyone puts up with her.” 

“They probably have to be nice to her at Barça, but it’s all pity, really. No one would actually want to spend time with her.” 

“I wonder if it’s in her contract, that everyone has to pretend to like her.” 

It was trying to keep your sobs silent at night as you buried your face in your pillow. It was ignoring every text you got from your club teammates asking how it was going because you were terrified that they didn’t really like you. It didn’t take much for you to be convinced you were some annoying burden on your teammates. The foundation had been laid throughout your life, and it took just a few perfectly worded comments from some of the meanest girls you’d ever encountered to shatter what little self confidence you’d managed to develop. 

It was the worst two weeks of your life. And now, somehow, you were supposed to go back to Barcelona and act normal, like you didn’t have a million doubts in your head, much more amplified than they ever had been before. 

Now, it wasn’t a small worry in the back of your mind that you were bothering Jana when you asked her to braid your hair before a match, or when Alexia drove you home from training that one evening. It had grown to a shout, drowning out any logical, reasonable competition. 

You were sure. Convinced. You were nothing but a burden. An annoying, arrogant, horrible person who no one actually wanted to be around, let alone your club teammates who had the world at their feet. 

Your lack of response to your teammates' texts was the first of many red flags. Many of them had texted you. First, your closest friends. Vicky, Sydney, Jana, Salma. But when word inevitably got around the Spain camp that you weren’t replying to your friends, more texts arrived. From Irene and Alexia, Patri, Cata, and Claudia. Almost everyone asked you some variation of how is it going, or alternatively, are you doing okay? 

Yet you were too in your head to believe they really wanted to know. This was only reinforced when the texts stopped. Though you didn’t know it, Alexia and Irene had decided you needed space for whatever reason, and told everyone to leave you alone. They didn’t want to suffocate you trying to figure out what was going on, though it was clearly something. 

So, the texts stopped, and any remaining shred of hope you carried that your national teammates were wrong, that your club teammates did care about you, disappeared too. 

—

You were pretty sure you’d never been more anxious than you were the morning you were supposed to return to Barça’s training. Every negative comment, every condescending look, every second you'd spent feeling alone and awful, had built up inside your head.

Every single thing you did prompted a flood of self deprecating thoughts. It didn't feel like you could do anything right. All you wanted was to shrink yourself down, become as small and unnoticeable as possible. If you could get through the day without anyone really looking at you, maybe you could do this.

Of course, your teammates, already worried about you after your unexplained silence, weren't going to let you be invisible.

It started with an arm slung around your shoulders the second you stepped into the locker room. Ona, a bright smile on her face.

"La pequeña is back!" She sang, pinching your cheek.

Her words didn't make you feel loved and cared for. Instead, you heart clenched, thinking she was being patronizing.

You had officially fallen off the deep end, and if you'd been in any less of a state of anxiety and self consciousness, you would have realized how wrong and unfair you were being.

You knew Ona. Ona was a good person. Ona would never hurt a fly, let alone be cruel to one of her teammates. These were all facts. Somehow, though, your sense of self had been so warped, so twisted, that you believed Ona could be a good person who wouldn't hurt a fly, yet she could also still be teasing you.

There was something to be said about how two weeks with a bunch of mean girls had completely destroyed your self confidence. Perhaps it hadn't been very strong to begin with, perhaps this deep hatred you felt towards yourself had always been inside you, just buried deep. Now, though, it had free reign. Logic could no longer control it, and it was left to run rampant through your body and mind.

You were bad. Arrogant, awful, impossible to like or care for. These feelings were the foundation of every thought you had. You were a burdensome disaster, and your teammates didn't need to be bothered with you. It wasn't worth it; you weren't worth their time.

You didn't think you were worth much at all, really.

So, you shrugged out from under Ona's arm, fixing your eyes on your cubby and hurrying over to it. No eye contact, no conversation with anyone else.

Ona was left behind you, confused. Brow furrowed, she looked at you, and then looked around the locker room. It seemed she hadn't been the only one to notice your odd behavior. Jana made eye contact with her, nodding her head slightly.

You were hyper aware of everyone around you, able to see Jana leaning closer from her spot in the cubby next to you out of the corner of your eye.

"Hey." She said quietly.

You managed some mumbled greeting in response, hands trembling where you tried to unfold your training top.

"Are you okay?" Jana inquired.

Immediately, you nodded your head. And immediately, Jana regretted her question. Of course you were going to say yes, even if it was obvious you weren't okay. She should have asked what was wrong, instead.

Someone cleared their throat behind Jana, and you let out a sigh of relief when she stepped away from you.

More concern being shown to you, yet you perceived it so differently. Jana was taking pity on you, probably. You needed to pull it together, take some deep breaths and put on a show, because you had no choice but to be fine today. No choice.

As you composed yourself, Jana and Irene exchanged quiet words.

"Something isn't right." Jana whispered, glancing back at you. Now, you were methodically trying your shoes, even a mere hint of emotion wiped from your face.

Irene was watching you, too, more concerned than she wanted to admit. Your silence while you'd been away had been odd; your behavior now, though, was downright worrying.

Yet taking one look at you told Irene that you were completely shut down. An impenetrable wall had put up, and Irene knew better than to force her way through. This wasn't the time or the place to get you to talk.

"Just leave her be for today. Whatever it is, she'll come to us when she's ready."

And maybe you would have, if it had been anything else. But when you were convinced you were a burden, the last thing you wanted to do was ask the people you felt like you were inconveniencing to reassure you that you weren't an inconvenience.

Those of your teammates that had an understanding of when to push and when not to push seemed to leave you alone. There were little things, pats on the shoulder and water bottles handed to you first before anyone else, that were supposed to send you the message that you were cared for. Yet all you could think was that your teammates saw you as an obligation.

However, some of your other teammates greatly lacked the ability to read the situation. When they saw someone being quiet and acting strangely, it wasn't in their nature to let it go. They pushed.

Teasing comments about being quiet or being too cool for the team followed you around all day. The weren't intentionally cruel, yet you couldn't seem to separate friendly teasing from what you'd endured with your national team.

Everything came to a head in the locker room after training. It was loud, everyone chattering excitedly about their breaks and getting to see their families. So loud that no one really noticed Cata and Vicky appearing on either side of you, pestering you to tell them why you were suddenly way too cool to talk to them.

“Out with it, chica!” Cata said teasingly. Maybe she was trying to lighten the mood, but you felt like she was laughing at you. “You’ve been acting like an alien all day.” 

“Were you abducted? Are you really an alien shape shifter?” Vicky laughed. 

The teasing felt cruel, though you should have known it wasn’t. The echoes of the girls from your national team still rattled around in your head, until you couldn’t tell the difference between their bullying and your teammates’ teasing. 

You shut your locker tightly, blinking hard for a second before turning around. 

“Please just leave me alone.” You said softly, voice cracking in the middle. 

Cata and Vicky froze, surprise flashing across their faces. 

“Chica, we were just–”

“I know, I know, I’ve been weird. Just make your jokes when I’m gone next time.” 

It was the closest you’d probably ever get to standing up for yourself, so maybe you were a bit proud as you headed out of the locker room. Mostly, though, you just felt pathetic. For ever thinking your teammates had cared about you when they had no reason to. For ever thinking you were fun to be around or fun to talk to. 

You’d been trying to be quiet and fade into the background. Not draw attention to yourself. It only confirmed in your head that your teammates saw you as a pitiful charity project they didn’t actually want to be around when they seemed to zero in on this change in your behavior. 

You couldn’t picture it coming from a place of worry or care. The girls your age hated you, and there was no reason why much more successful women wouldn’t feel the same way. 

Hastily, you made your way out of the locker room, ignoring every sideways glance from your teammates. You even ignored Alexia calling your name, not thinking yourself capable of holding it together for much longer. You needed to get home, where you could be pathetic by yourself and not bother anyone with it.

Yet behind you, every single one of your teammates, every single one of your friends, were left bewildered. Something wasn't right. And they were not the type of people to let something like this go.

—

It was Sydney that got to you. She’d clearly had a bad training session, a bad day. It surprised you when your phone lit up with a text from her, asking if she could come over. You said yes immediately, willing to help even while you were convinced you were the perpetual butt of some joke. 

Sydney been near tears when she knocked on your front door, and you didn't hesitate to pull her over to your sofa, wrap a soft cream blanket around her shoulders, and move the box of tissues on the coffee table ever so slightly closer to her.

"What's going on?" You asked, trying to keep your voice even and calm.

Sydney sniffled, burying her face in her hands.

"Everything," she said, voice muffled. "I just… I don't think I'm good enough to be here. Everyday at training, all I can do is doubt myself and rethink my decisions and then I play horribly. It's unbearable. I want to go home, I miss my parents and my sister and cold weather and—"

"Woah, slow down." You urged. "Take a breathe, you're spiraling."

Sydney inhaled shakily, and you reached out, resting a supportive hand on her forearm.

"It's just… really hard, being so far away from home and playing for the best team in the world. I should feel happy and lucky, and I do, but I'm so scared all the time that I'm not good enough."

You knew exactly how she was feeling. It was probably a rough time that every young player at Barcelona felt, a point everyone reached. You weren't even sure that you didn't still feel that way.

In that moment, you were glad you'd felt this way before, if for no other reason than being able to help Sydney more.

"Syd, you wouldn't be here if you weren't good enough. Having a crisis of confidence like this just shows you care, and you have the passion you need to play for this team."

Sydney looked up at you and sniffled, cautiously hopeful. "You think so?"

"Absolutely. What you're feeling is so normal, Syd, I promise. It's an adjustment and you just have to be patient with yourself. It's going to get better, I promise."

This time, Sydney nodded, wiping at her eyes. "Yeah, you're probably right."

You fidgeted with your fingers in your lap, wracking your brain for what else to say, what would have made you feel better when you'd felt like this. Sydney looked comforted, sure, but you knew that your advice was probably not very good, and she deserved more than you were able to give her.

“Do you want me to call one of the older girls, Syd? They can probably help better than me.” You suggested, biting down on your lower lip in worry. 

Sydney shook her head. “No, you’re helping. You always give good advice, and you always know what to say to calm me down. That’s why I’m here. I think I just needed to cry.” 

Her words shocked you, and it was obvious that she could tell.

"I actually didn't just come over here to cry on your couch." Sydney said, no longer looking quite as sad, concern flooding her features. "I wanted to check on you. Something seemed really off today."

You shifted uncomfortably, whole body suddenly tense. "No, I'm—"

"Do not tell me that you are fine. You seem… you seem really not okay. Everyone's noticed, and Irene has insisted we give you space, that you'll talk to someone about whatever is wrong when you're ready, but that doesn't feel right to me. You shouldn't let someone who is clearly hurting isolate themselves."

Sydney spoke with the wisdom of a much older woman. Her hazel eyes, too, seemed to study you in a way that pierced your soul. So much so that you suddenly didn't know how you were going to push this away, how you were going to convince her you were okay.

There was something else, too. The thing about Irene and space and you reaching out when you were ready. It tugged at your chest, maybe some very tiny remaining part of you that remembered how much you trusted your teammates.

Two weeks that felt like an eternity were enough to do a lot of damage on your psyche, that much was obvious. Those weeks, paired with your long standing tendency to fall into a pit of self hatred, were enough to have you questioning everything, your friendships most of all. You'd shrunk yourself down, trying to take up as little space as possible, as you always had when you were younger. When it was clear you were annoying your parents or your siblings, you shut down.

You were shutting down now, but there was some part of you, maybe some healed part of you, that couldn't stop thinking of tight hugs and reassuring words and movie nights and homemade dinners and rides home from training. None of that matched up with the way you were feeling, until all you were sure of in that moment, was that you were confused.

You were so confused. Sydney reaching out and checking on you didn't make sense. Irene telling everyone to give you space, and that you'd talk to someone when you were ready didn't make sense. Sydney saying you were clearly hurting didn't make sense; you weren't hurting, not really. You were just being realistic. Weren't you?

Sydney seemed genuine, though. And that was the thing that really tripped you up. She would have had to go very much out of her way to come over here and check on you, even if she apparently came also because she trusted you to make her feel better about her own terrible day.

Nothing made sense anymore. It hadn't since you'd left for the break two weeks ago, and realized you were existing in a bubble where everyone tolerated your presence because they had to.

"Did something happen over the break?" She probed, carefully watching the shift of your facial expression. Immediately, she knew she'd gotten it right. Your face had fallen for just a moment, before the wall was drawn back up. But she'd seen the devastation in your eyes at the reminder. "Okay, so yes. Tell me what happened."

Sydney could come off as a very quiet, soft spoken person. but when it came to the people she cared about, which you could no longer deny included you, she was a force to be reckoned with, and you found yourself opening your mouth to answer without even trying to fight it very hard.

"It's fine. Some of the girls were… they didn't like me. But it's okay, really. I'm okay."

Sydney raised one eyebrow, like she didn't believe you for a second. "Didn't like you? Why not?"

Her face was so genuinely confused, her tone baffled. She didn't seem to understand the idea of someone not liking you. And, you suppose, that's what made you break. Tears welled in your eyes even as you shook your head, trying to ward the emotions off.

"Because I'm annoying and arrogant and aloof and untalented and undeserving of my spot here." The words tumbled out of you, like you'd been bursting at the seams trying not to let them go until that moment.

"Is that what they said?" Sydney asked, eyes wide and angry.

You nodded, jaw locked so tightly it looked painful.

"Is that what you believe?"

This time, you shrugged. Yet, somehow, it was obvious what that shrug meant.

"That's absurd. Obviously they're just jealous of you because you're so much more successful than them."

The issue with that explanation was that you couldn't hear it without picturing a mother telling her spoiled teenage daughter with an awful personality the exact same thing. She didn't have friends because people were jealous of her, not because she was terrible. You couldn't envision yourself as anything other than the terrible one in the situation.

You shrugged again, trying to act like you didn't care, like none of it even mattered anyway. "Yeah, whatever. It's not a big deal."

Sydney looked at you for a long moment, considering. Her eyes were warm, her aura exuding gentleness. Still, you braced yourself for something hurtful.

"It seems like a big deal. It would feel like a big deal for me."

You bit your lip for a moment before shaking your head. "It's not."

It was a lie, and you both knew it. There was no part of you that was willing to let this conversation go any further, though. You couldn't talk about this, or you'd break, and that wouldn't be fair to put on Sydney. So, you changed the subject.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter. Do you want to watch a movie? To get your mind off things?" You asked, trying to appear relaxed as you leaned back into the sofa and uncrossed your arms.

Sydney knew she had two options; she could push, insist you talk to her, or she could let you shut the conversation down and watch a movie with you. She was fairly certain that the first option would end with you shutting down even further, and her leaving your apartment. And the second… well, you'd still be shut down, but at least you wouldn't be alone. So, for now, Sydney let you table the conversation, well aware that she had a few people to call on her way home.

"A movie sounds good." She agreed.

Yet even after you'd both agreed on a film, even as the room feel silent as the opening chords of the score flooded out of the speakers, you could feel the concern radiating off Sydney in waves. And you worried she wouldn't let this go.

—

The thing about having no self confidence was that sometimes, you could be really fucking delusional. Over the course of the evening and night, and into the following day, you'd somehow managed to convince yourself that nothing else would come of the conversation you'd had with Sydney the night before. Because, really, why would anyone care to follow up? It was one thing to be nice to you at training, but your personal issues were no one's responsibility but your own.

Maybe it was your brain trying to take the safe option. Maybe it was some part of you reaching out for help in a very backwards way, knowing that if you convinced yourself there would be no conversation the next day, no worried glances from your teammates, you'd be much more likely to be taken off guard, and much more likely to talk. Whatever it was, you walked into the locker room the next morning, 75% sure that nothing would come of the conversation you'd had with Sydney the day before.

And right back out the locker room you walked, head down, eyes fixed on the floor, following Alexia and Patri. Briefly, you wondered how Patri was chosen for this conversation. Likely, it had been her that Sydney had gone to talk to, finding the youngest captain to be the easiest to approach. If you knew Irene and Marta, though, you knew they'd be itching to talk to you, too.

You followed Alexia and Patri to the room the team used for watching match footage, slumping into a chair as they both pulled ones over to sit in front of you. It felt oddly like some kind of job interview, both of their gazes fixed intently on you. They looked upset, almost, and you honestly weren't sure how this conversation would go.

Maybe it wasn't about the break and what had happened. Maybe you'd actually done something wrong, and gotten yourself into trouble.

Before you could spiral any further, Patri cleared her throat and spoke.

"You haven't been yourself." She said simply, eyes trained on your face, ready to catch even a flicker in your expression.

You opened your mouth, though you weren't quite sure what you were about to say. Alexia spoke before you could, though, shaking her head insistently as if you'd spoken.

"No. Do not deny it. You left for the break normal, smiley and laughing and happy. And you came back sad and quiet and shy. You haven't been this quiet and this withdrawn since you first came here, so something clearly happened while you were gone. And I want to know what happened."

Alexia could come on rather strong when it came to the well being of the people she cared about. This was something Patri knew very well, having been on the receiving end of it enough times. Yet she didn't want Alexia to seem too harsh, and make you think that you were in trouble when they were really just worried about you.

"Why do you want to know? It's not your responsibility, I was away with my national team, it has nothing to do with Barcelona."

Alexia and Patri exchanged a glance, confusion written across both their faces.

"What? It's not about responsibility, chica, it's about you. We want to know because we care about you."

Shockingly, as you'd approached this conversation with such hostility, your lip began to tremble. You bit down on it, hard, looking anywhere but at your captains.

"You do?"

Alexia and Patri were both stunned into silence for a moment. They didn't understand what they could have possibly done to make you doubt that they cared about you. The entire team had spent a long time earning your trust, and now it seemed like that trust had evaporated.

You'd been so young when you arrived at Barcelona, you still were so young. And neither Patri nor Alexia could see anything other than a young girl who needed love and support when they looked at you.

Alexia reached out, putting one hand on your shoulder. She waited until you lifted your gaze to meet hers, eyes filled with tears. She hadn't seen you look this small and this vulnerable in a very long time.

"Of course we do. Of course. We want to know what happened because we want to help."

At this, you shook your head, wiping your tears with the hem of your training top.

"No, this isn't your problem, it's mine. You don't have to fix it for me."

"Well, maybe we want to." Patri said, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Just tell us, chica. Please." Alexia asked, her tone of the verge of begging. They were both looking at you so intently, so pleadingly and so caringly, that you weren't really sure what else to do. Your options seemed like… telling them what happened, or running from the room and never looking back.

"It was just… some of the girls at camp. They didn't like me. They said some stuff I guess I let get in my head."

It was the vaguest, barest bones summary you could have come up with, and you could tell both the older women wanted to ask for more details, insist on names and exactly what was said so they could make it right.

But there you sat in front of them, arms crossed tightly over your chest, looking like you were physically trying to hold yourself together. And they knew they shouldn't push you.

Of course, you were worried that if you told them exactly what was said, they'd agree, however unlikely that was. But more than that, the things that had been said to you and about you weren't things you ever really wanted to repeat again. Even listing them off to Sydney the night before had been painful, like you were hearing them all over again.

"Niña, you understand why the girls were mean, yes?" Patri asked gently.

You shrugged, because you didn't, not really. All you could think was that you deserved it.

"Because you are 17 years old and playing for this team. You are so talented, and so promising, and so humble about it, too. Those girls have no idea how to handle that jealousy without being cruel, without trying to put you down to make themselves feel taller."

You had to admit, when Patri explained it, it made sense. Hearing those words from her took some of the weight off your shoulders, even if it was only a little bit for now.

Alexia hummed her agreement to what Patri said, nudging your foot with hers before she spoke. "We can't fix what happened while you were gone, nena. But we can tell you that you are not alone, and nothing that was said to you was true. You are good and kind and you deserve to be here. Okay?"

Again, all you could do was shrug. But Alexia could see the tears silently sliding down your face, and she knew that what she'd said had mattered, had been what you needed to hear.

"Ven," Alexia said, standing and opening her arms for you. You buried yourself into the hug, letting the warmth from Alexia calm you.

It wasn't magically better. You didn't suddenly, miraculously feel better about yourself and who you were as a person. It just didn't feel as heavy, in that moment.

Your captains had gone out of their way to check on you, to insist you talk to them, just like Sydney had. There was no obligation for them to fulfill, they'd done it because they wanted to. Because they cared about you. And whether or not you thought that care was valid or deserved, it didn't matter. It was there either way.

Patri hugged you, too, after Alexia finally let go, murmuring something about finding those girls and teaching them a lesson, and you laughed. The both smiled at your smile like they'd won a prize, Patri slinging an arm across your shoulders as she walked you out of the film room and back to the locker room.

It was just as loud as ever in there, music blasting from the speaker. Pina had commandeered Patri's phone in her absence, and was playing something that Vicky was calling an abomination. Jana grabbed your wrist as soon as you stepped foot through the door, pulling you over to the bench in front of your cubby and practically shoving you down onto it. She started braiding your hair without you even asking, and you knew then that everyone had noticed something up with you, not just Sydney, and not just your captains.

The volume of the locker room didn't feel like a party happening around you that you weren't invited to, anymore. It felt comfortable, the way it always had before.

You didn't realize you were sitting there, smiling, until Sydney caught your eye from across the room. She looked anxious, and you realized she probably expected you to be angry with her for going to Alexia and Patri about you.

Somehow, though, you weren't upset. You weren't really anything but relieved that your entire team didn't hate you. You smiled wider at Sydney, nodding your head once. Relief flooded her face, turning into amusement as Jana lightly slapped the top of your head, telling you not to move or you'd mess her up.

It really surprised you how much better you felt. How much a few people just caring and reaching out had done. You didn't really feel like questioning it, though. You didn't feel like ruminating in the thoughts and rethinking your every action.

You just felt like being there with your team, without overthinking anything. And that was a massive step in and of itself.

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i know i throw this around a lot but i truly hate this. could not physically spend any more time on it thought without losing my mind, so i hope it's not too bad. don't tell me if it is thx <3

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Mallorca - part 2

Summary: Alexia ruins your couple's vacation by inviting the girls to tag along with you. You decide to make her pay for it. - This time with sex

Word count: 6.3k

Warnings: (+18) dom/sub dynamics, power play, oral (r giving and receiving), fingering and spanking (r giving), strap (r receiving), scisorring.

A/n: I think you'll have a better experience if you read part 1 first

Alexia was very well behaved during dinner.

If you were feeling generous, you might think it was because she was trying to be a good girlfriend.

She was holding proper conversations with everyone (instead of being her usual grumpy self), telling the waitress your exact order, and she was even pulling the chair out for you.

A complete gentlewoman.

But you weren't naive. You weren't a fool. You knew what Alexia wanted.

You weren't planning to make her work for it. No. You were planning to (very willingly) pleasure her, give her all your attention as soon as dinner was over, and you two were back in the villa's room.

But in Alexia's mind, it seemed like she thought she had to be on her very best behaviour to earn her orgasms.

You liked her like that. Compliant. Polite. Eager. Especially after she had ruined your couple's vacation by bringing the girls along.

So you didn't say anything. You barely spared her a glance as she talked to Jana and Bruna about football things you didn't understand.

You ignored Alexia when Patri asked you about your work. You even slapped her hand away when she tried to place it on your thigh from under the table.

You didn't mind the slight pout that formed on her face as she pretended not to care.

You enjoyed how she proceeded to ask if you wanted her to fill your glass of juice. As if she wanted to please you. She grabbed the juice jar and did it without even letting you answer. 

So polite!

Alexia wasn't like that. She wasn't restless. But right now, her legs were shaking, her feet tapping against the ground annoyingly, her hands idle, as if they had no purpose if they weren't touching you. Which they weren't. You didn't let her.

You caught her looking at you sometimes, as if she was ready to speak, but she didn't have the courage to let the words out.

Even the girls noticed how dizzy she seemed. How… distracted.

You wanted to be mean tonight. Not cruel, though.

You were still going to keep your promise of making Alexia come and let her strap you. But first, you wanted to have a little fun.

Bruna asked you what the hell you actually did as a lawyer, and you were suddenly very engaged in the conversation. You explained how you specialised in sports law, how you worked for the federation, taking care of all the bureaucracy.

The girls watched you with interest, but not as much interest as Alexia, who had heard you explain this probably a dozen times before, and still didn't look bored.

While you were talking, your palm fell onto Alexia's thigh, over her long dress. She froze next to you, but tried to keep her composure.

"I don't have to go to court much, no," you explained to Jana. "I do most of the research and the paperwork… I work behind the scenes."

Your hand trailed higher. Alexia was rigid under your touch.

Poor thing. You weren't even touching her skin yet (just the fabric of her dress), but you could feel her shiver; you could bet the fine hairs on her legs were standing up.

You excused yourself to the bathroom, and Alexia followed.

You pretended not to notice her steps, but when you went to close the single-stall bathroom, her hand appeared, keeping it open just enough for her to slip in.

"Amor," she whined, taking a step closer and trapping you between her body and the sink. She nuzzled her nose against your temple, her warm breath on your skin. "Let's go back to our room, sí?"

You let her kiss your neck, your body soft against hers.

"Don't be rude, Ale," you said. "We're here with your teammates, remember? The ones you invited? We need to spend time with them."

You wanted to punish her. Just a little.

"They can stay here, finish their dinner," Alexia said, hands gripping your hips and pushing you even further into the sink. "And we can go. Por favor?"

You wanted it too, so much. You were wet for her, had been since Alexia had guided your fingers into her cunt, showing you how desperate she was.

Maybe you could let yourself have a little fun. Maybe you could be a little mean.

"Get on your knees and make me come," you said bluntly. "And then I'll think about leaving dinner early."

Alexia clearly wasn't expecting it. Her mouth fell open, but it didn't take long before she helped you up onto the sink, your hands holding onto the sink as she got on her knees.

For someone who liked to be in control so much, Alexia was very keen to follow orders.

"Okay, amor," she murmured, spreading your legs open, exposing you. "Te amo, te amo," she whispered as she kissed from your calf up to your thigh.

"Hurry, Alexia," you said sternly. "Can't leave your teammates waiting."

Alexia let out a sound that could only be classified as a whine.

She pressed her face to your underwear, breathing you in, licking you through the fabric.

You were ready to tell her to hurry up again, but she was faster, quickly hooking the fabric aside with her fingers.

Your hands instinctively went to her head, tugging lightly at her hair as her tongue licked from your hole all the way to your clit. Her tongue was warm, her spit mixing with your own wetness.

She dragged her tongue over you once more before focusing on your clit. Alexia liked to taste you, to fuck you with her tongue, but she needed to be fast, and she knew it.

Her hands gripped your thighs, and you were sure they would leave marks, but you didn't care. You didn't care about anything.

Her lips latched around your clit, and you saw stars. She didn't take her mouth off you.

Not when you begged for a break. Not when your thighs closed around her head and you were sure she would suffocate from the lack of air.

She didn't stop even when someone knocked on the bathroom door five times.

She didn't stop until you came on her tongue, mumbling things neither of you could understand.

She only stopped when you pushed her hair back harshly. Alexia looked up at you with a pout.

Her face was completely wet, a mess of your orgasm all over her. Her brows were furrowed, as if she couldn't understand why you would take her meal away.

"It's enough, Alexia," you said, breathless, your cheeks flushed from the intensity of your orgasm.

"What?" she asked softly. "No good? I can be better, sí? I'll try again," she said, pulling your hand away from her hair and placing her face right back to your cunt.

"Ale—" you started, but she cut you off with her tongue, swirling around your clit again.

You wanted to come again. God, you wanted it so much. But you knew it would send you into a completely different head space, one you wanted Alexia to be in, not you.

You yanked her hair, hard enough to make it hurt on purpose.

She whimpered as you pulled her face from between your legs, your grip firm, not releasing her even as her eyes filled with tears.

"What did I tell you?" you asked slowly, dangerously calm.

Alexia stayed silent, staring at you like the words were stuck in her throat.

She looked so conflicted, so needy… it made you want to take her back to the room, make her come, kiss her until she was wet and ready for you again.

You wanted to spoil her. But she wasn't helping herself. And you weren't one to reward bad behaviour.

"What. Did. I. Tell. You." You leaned down until your face was inches from hers, her eyes never leaving you, as if she were bewitched.

"Yo-you said it was enough," she whispered.

"So why did you put your mouth on me again, if I said it was enough?"

"I-I don't know," she stammered, eyes looking around the bathroom as if searching for an answer. "Perdón… I-I'm confused."

She really looked confused… like a lost puppy.

"Then you better get your mind right," you said. "Do you understand me? Or else you go to sleep with your cunt wet and needy, and I won't give you anything."

"P-pardon…" she whimpered, tears falling down her cheek.

You cupped the back of her head, pulling her face closer. You stuck your tongue out and licked her tears.

She froze, solid on the bathroom floor.

You moved your mouth to her ear. "Your tears are so sweet, preciosa. Makes me think your pussy must be just as sweet. You wouldn't deny me my pussy, right?"

Alexia shook her head, eyes wide.

"Good," you said condescendingly, patting her cheek. "So you're going to behave and do what I say?"

Another eager nod.

"Perfecta." You kissed her lips softly. "Can you remind me of your colours, Ale?"

It took her a moment to understand. For someone who captained club and country, Alexia could be surprisingly slow when she was feeling subby.

"Red, yellow, and green," she recited slowly, as if remembering was hard.

You kissed her again. "And can you tell me your colour now?"

"Green," she said, quicker this time.

"Great." You kissed her nose.

You slid off the sink, trying to steady yourself while Alexia stayed kneeling. You washed your hands, then leaned over, tugging her hair so she had to look up at you.

"I'm going back to dinner. You pull yourself together and join us, sí?"

Alexia nodded.

"Words, Alexia," you said.

"Sí, sí," she replied quickly. "I'm going."

"Muy bien, preciosa," you said, kissing her forehead before quickly fixing her messy hair. "Don't take too long. I'll be waiting for you."

You walked back to the table, leaving Alexia behind in the bathroom. You took a deep breath, trying to look like someone who hadn't just came in a restaurant bathroom. 

You were good at acting, so the girls didn't say anything when you sat down, probably because the food had already arrived.

Five minutes later, Alexia sat on the chair next to you.

She, on the other hand, didn't have the same skill. Her eyes were distant, her mind clearly somewhere else. They were still a little red from tears, but to anyone who didn't know her, it could easily be mistaken for allergies.

The girls were chatting with each other. You chimed in here and there, between bites.

Alexia stayed quiet. Different from before, she wasn't ignoring anyone on purpose; she just… wasn't there.

You didn't want her mind drifting. Not when she was surrounded by people. Her foggy, submissive head space was for your eyes, and your eyes only.

You watched her eat very slowly. You placed a hand on her thigh, the same spot as before, your thumb brushing her skin above the fabric of the dress.

You were trying to bring her back, to keep her with you.

She looked at you, surprise on her face. She hesitated, but then she placed her hand over yours.

You felt her warm, slightly sweaty hand trembling, so you wrapped your fingers around hers, grounding her there for a few minutes.

You glanced at the girls, still pretty much engrossed in Bruna's phone screen. They wouldn't mind you two now.

You carefully leaned your head against Alexia's shoulder, kissing the spot where her neck met her clavicle.

You kissed her skin softly. It was a sweet kiss, not teasing, but Alexia still shivered.

"You're being very good to me, mi amor," you murmured, keeping your eyes down, not looking at her, focusing on your intertwined hands. "Gonna do everything I promised you, sí?"

"S-sí," Alexia answered, her voice in that small tone that told you everything you needed to know. She was exactly where you wanted her.

"Do you wanna go now?" you asked, placing another kiss. "Or do you want dessert?"

She thought for a second. "I don't want it, b-but… you said you wanted to eat the cheesecake."

You looked up at her and smiled. Such a good girl she was. "You just want to see me happy, huh?"

She nodded. "Muy happy."

"I think…" your fingertip traced up and down her arm, "that I'm craving something else, preciosa. I think you are, too."

"Sí," Alexia said, almost out of breath. The words were caught in her throat as your hand slipped under her dress. "A-amor… qué? oh—"

You touched her through her underwear. Poor Alexia was soaked, the wet spot obvious even without you having to look at it.

"Oh, my baby," you said, faking empathy. "Eating me out made you this wet?"

Your voice was low enough that no one else could hear. The girls were too caught up in whatever Bruna was showing them.

But still, Alexia's eyes looked around nervously between the girls and the rest of the restaurant.

"Talk to me, Alexia," you said, your tone dry.

"Sí, amor," she whispered, a pout forming on her face. "I want you so much."

Without warning, you pushed her underwear aside and sank two fingers into her cunt.

Her mouth immediately formed an ‘O' before she snapped it shut, trying not to make a sound. to keep herself together.

Her hand gripped the chair, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

"I love you, mi amor," you murmured against her neck. "So much."

"Te amo," she said, though it sounded like she was just repeating whatever you said.

You thrust your fingers a few times, just enough to feel her tightness and wetness around you, to feel her clenching.

When you noticed her body starting to tremble with need, you withdrew your fingers, taking her underwear with you.

She looked at you with wide eyes as you leaned slightly to slip the panties down her legs and into your purse.

"You won't need those when we get back to the hotel," you said with a calm smile, as if you were just talking about the weather.

She only nodded, still breathing unevenly.

The waitress came for the payment, and the girls finally looked up from the phone. Patri and Jana were talking about how to split the bill, but Alexia suddenly placed her black credit card on the table.

"Here. J-just put everything on this," she said.

"No, Ale, it's oka—" Bruna began, but Alexia interrupted her.

"No," she said, already standing and moving behind your chair, pulling it out for you.

She grabbed your hand (her palm was clammy) and started tugging you toward the exit of the restaurant.

"You niñas use the card to pay for the meal and… go do something. Anything," she said, her voice rising slightly as the two of you walked away. "Get ice cream or- I don't know…. It's on me!"

The girls just stared, confused. You, on the other hand, just chuckled. You loved desperate Alexia. It made you want to devour her.

And you did.

When you reached the villa's room, the poor girl didn't know what to do with herself.

She closed the door and immediately turned to you, big, eager eyes waiting for orders.

Slowly, you walked to the bed and sat on the edge. You curled your finger, calling her closer, and she obeyed.

"Do you wanna get on your knees, preciosa?"

Alexia nodded, kneeling for the second time today at your feet.

You cupped her jaw, taking a moment to admire the beautiful colour of her eyes, the shape of her nose, and the shape of her mouth. 

"Mi niña bonita," you murmured, turning her jaw slightly, as if inspecting something valuable. She let you do whatever you wanted.

"Can you tell me what you want to do tonight? Or do you want me to decide everything for you?" you asked gently.

She was so far gone, you already knew the answer.

"Want you to think about everything," she said, her eyes locked on yours.

"Okay, Ale," you said. Your thumb pressed her chin, opening her mouth.

You leaned forward and spit directly onto her tongue. She stayed like that for a moment, mouth open.

"You can swallow, bebé," you said.

She did.

"Do I taste good?"

"S-sí," she said, nodding almost desperately. "Very good."

"Then why don't you eat me out again? If I taste that good."

Her eyes looked up at you, then her gaze dropped to your thighs. You parted your legs and lifted your dress, showing yourself to her.

"Take my underwear off," you told her.

With shaky fingers, she slid them down. She stared at your cunt like she hadn't just had a meal.

As soon as Alexia licked you, it was like the bathroom all over again. She was desperate, but you weren't sure exactly why. 

Did she just want to taste you? Did she want to be good? Or the two weeks without having sex turned her mind into an animalistic version of itself?

She ate you out like it was the last thing she was ever going to do.

She dragged her tongue through your wet folds, spreading your slick, then thrust her tongue into your hole before focusing on your clit, wrapping her lips around it and sucking deliciously.

Alexia wasn't teasing you. She was honestly doing everything she could to make you come fast.

You held her head against your cunt, keeping her there, afraid she might pull away, but with how hungry she was, that probably wasn't going to happen.

You closed your eyes, focusing on her warm breath against your pussy, her (very skilled) tongue giving your clit so much attention it almost made you want to cry.

It didn't take long before your heart started racing, for your breathing to become shallow.

Your legs trembled around her shoulders, and then you came. It was one of the best orgasms of your life.

This time, when you told her it was enough, Alexia stayed perfectly still, looking up at you, her face a mess, waiting for her next order.

From the way she stared, you knew she would happily eat you out all night if you let her.

"Come here, my love," you said, and she got up on her feet.

She was taller than you, but with you sitting on the bed, her puppy expression was anything but intimidating.

"Strip for me," you said simply, as you undressed yourself too, so you were completely naked in front of her.

Alexia eagerly obeyed, and her dress fell to the bedroom floor. She stood naked before you.

Your eyes looked up and down her body, at her firm abdomen, at her strong arms, her thighs … fuck, her thighs.

You placed your hands on her waist and brought her closer. She let out a tiny, surprised sound, and she didn't hesitate this time .

You leaned forward, kissing her stomach, licking every bit of skin you could reach.

"Pretty. Mi niña bonita, all mine," you murmured against her warm skin.

You glanced up at Alexia. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open; she was just letting you worship her. Your heart softened at the sight.

She was always so good to you, such a good girlfriend, hardworking, devoted, and now completely trusting you to do whatever you wanted with her body.

Your hands cupped her breasts, twisting her nipples. They were so hard. You licked one before wrapping your lips around it and sucking.

"Amor," Alexia whined, leaning into you, like she needed you to take more of her, as if it was physically possible. "I-it's so good…"

You kept sucking her tits, noticing how her thighs were slightly parted.

Your hand slid to her ass, and you grabbed a handful of soft skin, making her moan, then you pulled her closer to you. One hand stayed on her ass as the other cupped her c.unt.

"Your pussy is so pretty," you said, rubbing your thumb over her clit, holding her still as her thighs began to shake. "And all mine."

"Yours… please—" she whined. "More, baby. Please?"

She was so wet that her inner thighs were a mess. You kissed her navel before sliding two fingers into her pussy.

Alexia moaned (the prettiest sound you had ever heard).

Her hips rocked with your fingers, and when you looked up at her, she was a goddess: her cheeks were red, her eyes shut… she was biting her lip. All yours.

Alexia was all yours.

You kept thrusting until her legs trembled harder, and you were sure she wouldn't be able to stand much longer.

"Ale," you said, slowing your fingers. "Go lie on the bed for me. On your back. Spread open, okay?"

She nodded, and you pulled your fingers out. She lay back clumsily, and her legs spread the moment her back hit the mattress.

You crawled on top of her, meeting her eyes. You smiled, then kissed her lips in a deep, messy kiss, tongues and saliva were all over the place.

You could taste yourself on her mouth, and you didn't stop until you were both breathless.

"Hold your tongue out for me," you murmured.

Alexia obeyed, her tongue out and still. You wrapped your lips around it, sucking, and her hips started to rut against your body.

You pulled back, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. You kissed her gently before pressing your hands together.

"You can come whenever you want to, sí?"

Alexia's eyes widened, like she couldn't believe it. "Gracias, mi amor… gracias," she mumbled, like she was praying.

You kissed your way down her body, sucking one nipple into your mouth on your way down, then you licked her abdomen, stopping at her navel.

She was completely spread out for you.

You could see every detail of her pussy…. her folds glistening, her clit puffy and demanding attention, her hole clenching and begging to be filled. Even the birthmark on her inner thigh that you had kissed countless times.

You used two fingers to spread her lips open and smiled when a soft whine came out of Alexia's mouth. Her clit was so red and sensitive that you pressed a kiss to it.

Then you grabbed her hands, which were clenching the blanket, and placed them over her cunt.

She looked at you in surprise but didn't question you.

"Touch yourself for me," you said.

Without breaking eye contact, she brought her middle finger to her clit, rubbing side to side, her body twitching already. You watched, completely mesmerised by her.

Her poor cunt was clenching, there was slick everywhere, but she was only focusing on her clit.

"Finger yourself, preciosa," you instructed. "Let me see you."

"O-okay," she panted. One hand rubbed her clit, and the other pushed two fingers inside herself.

It always amazed you how long her fingers were. She reached deep inside, and every time she pulled out, her fingertips glistened with wetness.

You couldn't just watch anymore. You straddled Alexia, hovering above her without sitting down.

She looked confused, but you told her to keep going, not to stop, to just focus on herself.

Your hand went to your own pussy, rubbing your clit, your fingers brushing hers as she touched herself.

You wanted to watch her face, but the sight between her legs was too heavenly to look away from.

You picked up your pace as Alexia's tells gave her away… her trembling thighs, her irregular breath, her soft whimpers.

"Amor," she mumbled (barely coherent), words clumsy in her mouth. "I-I—"

"I know, Ale," you said, closing your eyes as your own orgasm built. "Be my sweet girl and come for me, baby. Come right here."

Less than a minute later, both of you were coming.

Alexia's whole body went rigid, every muscle became stiff as she came. You, in contrast, went completely soft, melting into her as if your muscles had given up working.

You collapsed on Alexia's chest, feeling her shallow breaths against your shoulder as you tried to come back to reality.

Your ear rested on her heart, and you listened to her heartbeat slowly settling. Alexia wrapped her arms around you and kissed your neck gently.

You wanted to talk to her, but there was no energy left in your body. So you did what felt natural; you began rutting softly against her.

When you moved, your pussies stayed pressed together, wetness mixing between you.

You kissed Alexia's shoulder, moving your hips lazily. The angle wasn't perfect(your clits were barely touching ), but the friction was delicious.

Alexia grabbed your hips, guiding the rhythm.

You wanted to slap her hand away, remind her who was in charge, but she was so far gone you knew she wasn't trying to control; she was just needy, horny.

Your hardened nipples brushed against hers, sending shivers through your body.

You didn't know what time it was, you didn't know how long it lasted, you only knew that both of you came again.

This time, Alexia let out a soft cry. You looked at her face and saw tears running down her cheeks.

"What's wrong, pretty girl?" you asked gently. "Tell me your colour, sí?"

Alexia opened her eyes slowly; she looked very dizzy. "G-green… just-feeling confused."

You pouted, this time without teasing. You kissed her lips.

"What about you fuck me nice and good, and then we go to bed? Does that sound good?"

Alexia nodded.

"Do you want me to put the strap on for you? Or can you do it yourself?"

"Don't… think I can," she admitted softly. "Want you to do it."

You kissed her forehead before sliding off the bed. "Okay, mi amor."

Your legs ached from the orgasms, and wetness was dripping down your thighs; you couldn't even tell whose wetness it was anymore, if it was yours or Alexia's.

You knelt by the suitcase, pulling out the strap and dildo.

When you returned, Alexia was still lying down, so you asked her to kneel on the bed. You secured the harness around her hips, adjusting the dildo in place.

"Looking so pretty," you murmured as you tightened the last strap. "So well-behaved today. I'm so proud of you."

In any other situation, you would have laughed: Alexia was blushing, actually blushing. After everything tonight, she still blushed, eyes dropping to the mattress shyly.

"I want you to do exactly what I say, okay?" you said, already getting into position.

You lowered yourself on all fours, there was a pillow under your chest, as you let your arms fall softly on your side, so only your ass was up.

"Fuck me good, baby." You told her.

You closed your eyes, your face squished into the pillows. You heard Alexia shifting behind you.

She was taking longer than usual; normally, she would be in a hurry, but not tonight. Tonight, she was gentle.

But you didn't want gentle right now.

Alexia leaned over you, dropping part of her weight onto your back. She kissed the back of your neck tenderly, her tongue audacious against your skin.

You parted your legs, hoping the hint would make her move faster…but she didn't.

"You smell so good," she said in a small voice, and you felt a little guilty for wanting to rush her (but not that guilty.)

"Alexia, be good to me," you said, turning your head to catch her eyes. "Fuck me, mi preciosa. Go on." Your patience was already wearing thin.

Alexia pressed one last kiss to your neck before settling on her knees. Dopamine had completely taken over her body.

She just wanted to please you, to worship you.

Her entire mind was you. You, and only you.

It was like she was part of you. Like the two of you were made to stay like this forever: skin to skin, tangled up.

She wanted to see you smile, to watch you come, to make you happy.

She wanted to kiss you, and she wanted you to kiss her.

Alexia didn't usually let herself get like this. She liked to be in control, to be the fixer, the steady one, always one step ahead.

The one to set the rules, to make sure you followed her. But tonight, it felt good to let go. To not think. To listen and obey. To be good. To be well-behaved.

You wanted the strap, and Alexia was going to give it to you( exactly how you liked) because she was, indeed, a very good girl. She would do anything you asked.

Alexia's eyes dropped to your pussy. It was just like hers: wet, messy, and practically shining between your thighs.

Her own cunt clenched. Maybe it was the endorphins, maybe exhaustion, but she barely felt her own body anymore…only need.

Alexia leaned down and kissed the bottom of your back before her hands found your ass, spreading you. She kissed and licked every bit of skin she could touch until she reached your clit.

"Alexia," you said sternly, turning your head. "How many times do I have to say it? Are you going to fuck me, or do you want punishment?"

The word punishment sent a red light flashing in Alexia's mind. She didn't want punishment. She was being good.

She was just loving you… why punishment?

She thought she was doing the right thing, preparing you for the strap, making sure you were wet enough.

"No punishment," Alexia said, fighting a pout.

You turned fully around. Your brow was furrowed, your jaw locked in a painful way.

You grabbed the harness at her hips, tugging hard enough that she stumbled forward.

You caught her by the waist so she wouldn't fall on top of you.

"Just because you have this on your hips," you said, yanking the strap just for emphasis, "doesn't mean you're in control. Do you understand that?"

Alexia nodded, tears beginning to shine in her eyes. "I just wanted to get you ready—"

You rolled your eyes and grabbed her hand before guiding her fingers inside you. Her finger slid in with almost no resistance. You were absolutely dripping.

"Do I look ready enough?"

Alexia gulped, keeping her fingers in you. "Sí…"

You held her jaw, making her look deep into your eyes. "I told you to give me the strap. Not to kiss me. Not to tease me."

"Perdón," Alexia whispered.

"Who's in control?"

"You, mi amor."

"Who knows better?"

"You," she repeated.

"Then you better do what I ask."

"Sí. I'll do whatever you want. So sorry, amor," she whispered.

You smiled softly, your thumb brushing her tears away.

"I don't like it when you don't listen to me." You pressed that same thumb to her mouth, making her open up, before placing it on her tongue.

She wrapped her lips around it, sucking while staring at you.

"One time, you're perfectly behaved," you murmured, "and the next, you don't listen." You pouted at her, just enough to make her squirm.

"Perdón, I—oww!" Alexia winced as your palm smacked her ass. It stung your own hand too; you were sure it was going to leave a mark.

"Count," you ordered, keeping her on her knees in front of you.

You spanked her ten times. By the fifth, Alexia was a crying mess, mumbling about being sorry, about wanting to be good.

But Alexia wasn't the only one in a special head space.

You were in a dom space… now you were all about being heard, being obeyed. It felt strange, but good.

When the last slap landed on her skin, you kissed her tears away. "What colour, mi amor?" you whispered against her wet cheek.

"Green," she sniffled softly.

"Good." You massaged her ass, ignoring how the strap nudged your stomach. You wanted the strap a lot, but you didn't want to overwhelm her.

"Ale, look at me," you said, cupping her jaw. "Do you want to stop? Want me to make us a bath?"

"No," she answered instantly, the fastest reply she had given all night. "I want to use it on you. Please. I promise I'll listen this time."

"Do you?" you pressed. "Do you really promise you'll be good?"

Another eager nod. "Sí. Te prometo."

You patted her cheek and turned around, getting back into position. "Then you can do whatever you want, preciosa."

Alexia kept her promise.

She filled you completely. You were so wet that she slid in with no resistance.

She pressed almost her entire weight onto your back and began thrusting into you, murmuring in your ear about how good you felt.

You could barely speak. Her warmth, her presence, her weight… it was overwhelming.

You felt so full, you had waited weeks for this: to have Alexia to yourself, to be fucked by her, filled up, loved and cared for.

The strap was so deep, hitting you perfectly. Her breathing against your neck made your eyes roll back.

"I wanna hold hands," Alexia said shyly, and your heart melted.

"Here, bebé," you breathed, reaching for her hands. She laced her fingers with yours as she kept pounding into you.

Her thrusts were hard and fast, but the kisses she pressed to your spine were tender, gentle, her way of telling you how much she had missed you, too.

"Good, Ale... like that," you moaned, feeling full, feeling hers. "Fuck, baby…"

Alexia kept moving, the base of the strap brushing her clit. She was close; you both were.

Your body felt everything at once. Her weight. Her warmth. The sound of the strap sliding in and out of your cunt. And then the the rise of your orgasm coming, and… something more too.

You let go of Alexia's hands, gripping her forearms. "Alexia, I'm—"

Alexia thrust twice before she came with a whimper in your ear, and your own orgasm ran through your body as well.

Your pussy clenched around the strap. You felt as if your whole body was shutting down.

You closed your eyes, hearing Alexia murmur something you couldn't even register.

When you opened them again, you didn't know how many minutes had passed. Alexia was still on top of you, the strap snug inside.

She was kissing your cheek softly.

"Open your eyes, bebé," she whispered, until you did.

You felt the strap again, but now it was too much. You shifted your hips, trying to get it out.

"I-I don't want—" you mumbled, and Alexia understood immediately.

"I'm pulling out, don't worry," she said, voice so sleepy you wondered if she might pass out right there.

Alexia watched carefully as she slid the strap from you. If she hadn't just come, she would have wanted to go again, but her mind was fuzzy, her ass still stung, and you looked completely wrecked.

She was sure you would both sleep until midday.

Alexia wasn't usually one to leave things lying or throw around, but tonight, she let the strap and dildo fall somewhere on the floor. That was tomorrow's problem.

She collapsed beside you, face first into the mattress, with one arm wrapping around your back. "Are you okay?" she asked, voice hoarse.

"I'm the one who should be asking that," you said, smiling at her. "I'm not the one who took a spanking."

"Let's not talk about that…" Alexia groaned, burying her face in the pillow.

You slid closer to her, almost on top of her, kissing the side of her head. "Come on, don't be embarrassed. We have done worse."

Alexia always got shy after letting herself be more submissive. You didn't understand why; you never felt embarrassed after subbing.

"You were perfect for me," you purred in her ear. "Thanks for letting me take control." You playfully bit her earlobe before slipping out of bed.

If Alexia had been trying to look tough, the moment your warmth left her side, she whined…actually whined. "Nooo. Come back."

"Just getting the oil for you," you explained, going to the suitcase.

"I don't want it," she grumbled, still face-down, she probably hadn't moved because her ass was still sore.

"I didn't ask if you wanted it," you said. "I told you I'm getting it."

When you came back to the bed and began applying the oil, Alexia opened her mouth to argue, but the second the cold liquid touched her skin, her whole body relaxed.

Guilt filled your chest. "Was it… too rough? The spanking?"

Alexia shook her head against the pillow, then turned to face you.

"No, bebé, don't worry." She smiled and reached out, brushing your cheek with her thumb. "I enjoyed myself. I mean it. If it was too much, I would have told you."

You smiled softly. "Okay."

You massaged her skin until Alexia complained about how long you were taking; you rolled your eyes before finally curling into her side. She wrapped her arm around you.

"I need to change the sheets," you muttered.

"No…" she mumbled, half-asleep.

"They're drenched," you tried again.

"And they'll stay that way until morning."

"Are you really going to sleep on wet sheets?"

"Just like you said… we have done worse."

You wanted to argue, but your eyelids were heavy. So you let them close. Just for a minute. You would. wake up and change them soon… just five minutes.

A/n: had a lot of fun writing this hehe. hope u guys liked it too?

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[rmkrwoso]

Unheard - reader x leah x elle

Summary: A sweet day off during the Euros turns ugly when you have a fight with your girlfriends. You try to be miss independent, but you need them more than you think.

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: mentions of endometriosis and r being in pain

A/n: I've been obsessively writing this since I woke up, and I might be late for my dentist.

Switzerland was kind, gentle, and beautiful. It was a small country, but filled with pretty landscapes and delicious food.

You and Leah didn't have much time to go out and appreciate the scenery, since you two were always training or doing interviews or having meetings.

Elle, on the other hand, was having the time of her life. She visited all the tourist places, tried all the food, and attended every game you and Leah have played so far.

You were honestly having a good time at the Euros (ignoring the fact that the Lionesses had lost the first game), although you were feeling weird.

You were more lightheaded than usual, more snappy and more tired. You blamed it on the stress that came with the semi-final approaching.

But it seemed like you were the only one feeling that way; none of your teammates (or girlfriends) looked like they were struggling.

So you kept it to yourself. Trying not to ruin everybody's mood.

You and Leah got a day off, and you decided that there was nothing better to do than spend time with Elle.

Elle came with friends to Switzerland because she knew you and Leah wouldn't be able to give her much attention, but it didn't change the fact that you and Leah were feeling a bit guilty for not spending time with her.

So that's why the three of you decided to visit a little village in Switzerland's countryside on your day off.

The village was small and old, with only locals living in it. The houses were beautiful, vintage, just like the movie 'Heidi' that you used to watch when you were a kid.

The village wasn't really touristy, but there were a lot of cafés and restaurants, as well as a petting zoo for the cows.

Leah and Elle were completely in love with the cows, petting them and saying it was the cutest thing they had ever seen.

You, on the other hand, were more focused on tasting the hot chocolate from one of the little cafés you saw earlier.

You looked at the sky. It had that sweet orange and pink colour, indicating it was the end of the afternoon. You pressed your lips tight, looking at Leah and Elle, who were in front of you, moving to pet yet another cow.

You looked at your watch: 5:46 pm.

The café was going to close soon. You wanted that hot chocolate so badly. You felt like it was the only thing that was going to make your day better.

Of course, spending time with your girlfriend was amazing, but you just weren't feeling your best today. Your body hurt, and it didn't seem like it was from training either.

You had told them before leaving the hotel that you wanted to do something more chill, but Leah had insisted on walking around, getting to know Switzerland.

Elle was looking between you two, not quite sure who she agreed with. In the end, you gave in and said that you would do whatever they wanted to do.

"Girls," you said. "Can we please go to that coffee shop I wanted?"

You waited a few seconds, but neither of them looked at you, too engrossed in the... cow in front of them.

You rolled your eyes, saying a bit louder this time. "Leah, Elle. Let's go? It's getting late."

"She's so fluffy," Elle said, looking at Leah with a big smile. "How can a cow be fluffy?"

"I've never seen this breed before," Leah answered, rubbing the cow's snout. "Cutie!"

You rolled your eyes again.

They couldn't honestly just be ignoring you right now. You breathed once, then twice, then took three steps toward where they were.

When you got closer, they finally looked at you, clearly happy.

"Hey, baby, touch her head, I swear it's—" Elle began saying, but you interrupted.

"Can we go now? Please?" you said, showing them your phone screen. "That coffee shop I told you about is almost closing."

Leah looked between the cow and you. You couldn't help but narrow your eyes.

"What if we stay just five minutes?" Leah asked, giving you one of her side smiles that would (normally) make you melt, but not right now.

"If we stay five minutes, we're going to have to run to get to the café in time," you argued, a pout on your face.

Elle chuckled and kissed your lips sweetly. "Just five more minutes and we'll go, alright? We want to see the other cow breeds."

"But—"

"Five, we swear," Leah said, kissing your lips the same way Elle did.

Leah took the other girl's hand and moved through the grass to see the cow that was standing near the fence a few meters away.

You didn't follow them.

You searched for a bench to sit on and stayed there, watching the two of them having the time of their lives.

You kept watching your phone screen, noticing how the shadows made by the trees changed position as the sun set down between the Swiss Alps.

You wanted hot chocolate. So. Fucking. Much.

You considered leaving, leaving Elle and Leah behind, since it looked like they were having way more fun without you.

You sighed, feeling something hard pressing on your chest. You didn't like it. You were sad, very sad.

You were stressed with the tournament, and there was definitely something wrong with your lower abdomen. Your head was pounding, and the only thing you had told your girlfriends you wanted to do on your day off was to get hot chocolate.

But they clearly didn't care.

You were sitting right in front of one of the cows. She mooed at you, and you considered that an offence.

You rolled your eyes at her, holding yourself back from giving the middle finger to a literal animal.

It was 6:12 now, less than half an hour until the coffee shop closed. If you were sad before, now you were angry.

You watched Leah and Elle; they were patting the last cow. Maybe now you would be able to really do something you enjoyed.

"Can we go now?" you yelled at them, trying to be heard from a distance.

They looked at you confused, so you put your hands on your wrist, as if touching a watch.

They exchanged a few words and then smiled, making their way to you while holding hands.

You stood up from your bench and waited for them.

When they got closer, Elle wrapped one arm around you, and you kept walking.

She kissed your cheek. "Let's go, Miss Impatient."

"I'm not impatient," you told her, crossing your arms as you heard Leah chuckle. "I just want to—"

"Drink hot chocolate," Leah finished for you. "We get it, grumpy."

You rolled your eyes and didn't say anything as you made your way back to the old town square.

Although you started to get restless as you saw a street clock saying it was 6:26, you had exactly four minutes to reach the coffee shop.

You began pulling at them, making Leah and Elle walk faster. "Come on, it's closing soon."

"Oi, mate," Leah said, "calm down, we're going."

"But it's closing soon!"

"Baby, stop!" Elle protested, and then gasped. "Oh fuck, my ankle!"

You and Leah stopped in your tracks.

Elle was holding herself to your shoulder with one hand, while the other hand went to her ankle.

It didn't look bad, it wasn't swollen or red (yet), but judging by her face, it hurt.

"Oh, Elle, baby! I'm sorry," you said guiltily, "I didn't mean to pull you so hard and—"

Leah practically put herself in front of you, holding Elle by her elbows, letting her sit on the bench.

"Come here, baby, don't worry, let's sit for a moment."

You looked at the clock one last time before sighing and following them.

The two of you sat on the bench. You placed a comforting hand on Elle's thigh as Leah knelt in front of her, examining her ankle.

"I think you just twisted it slightly. I don't think it'll hurt for long," Leah said, then she looked at you accusingly. "You shouldn't have pulled her."

"I didn't mean to pull her," you tried to defend yourself, " I just wanted to go faster."

"Maybe we should have just walked like normal human beings instead of running."

"If you two hadn't spent the last three hours patting cows, I wouldn't have had to run."

"If you could be patient, then—"

"Enough!" Elle said, looking at you and Leah with a stern expression on her face, the one she always pulled when you and Leah were arguing.

Both you and Leah loved each other a lot, but you wouldn't deny that you two were a little too alike. A little too grumpy, a little too angry at times.

"Fighting won't get us anywhere," she continued. "Leah, we weren't very considerate of what she wanted to do, so can we please just walk to the café, trying to end the day without any arguments?"

Leah lifted her chin like a petulant child, while you rolled your eyes.

Elle sighed, but got up from the bench on her two feet. She tested her ankle, and it didn't seem like it was bothering her so much anymore.

"Let's go," she said determinedly.

The three of you walked. You were a few steps ahead of them, eager to get to the café.

You heard Leah murmuring something to Elle, but the American shut her down with one of her looks.

You had just one minute to get to the coffee shop, so you started to walk faster, leaving Elle and Leah bit by bit behind.

You turned a corner, and Leah and Elle lost sight of you.

As soon as you got to the coffee shop, you were face to face with your worst fear.

The lights were turned off. No one was inside. You tried to force the door open (just because), but it wouldn't budge.

You felt your eyes filling with tears.

"Oh," you heard Leah say behind you after a few minutes, and you turned to her.

You weren't one to cry in front of your girlfriends. You didn't like it, most times you kept big feelings to yourself, but this time, you couldn't help yourself from letting the tears fall.

Elle was looking at you sadly, completely guilty. Leah had the same expression on her face.

"Baby, I'm so—" Leah began saying, reaching a hand to touch your face, but you took a step back.

"Let's go back to the hotel," you said, turning around and walking before the two of them could say anything.

"Love, hey," Elle said behind you, trying to hold your forearm, but you were stronger than her and pulled away. "We're sorry."

You were silent.

The two of them kept talking in your ear the whole way back to the train station.

You kept ignoring them.

As soon as you stepped onto the train, you wanted to be petty and sit alone, let the two of them stay together (since it clearly was what they preferred), but you decided against it.

Well, you didn't really decide.

Leah was guiding both you and Elle with a firm hand on the bottom of both your backs as you walked through the aisle. She turned her body slightly to one of the cabins, and you had no other choice but to follow her.

You sat near the window, looking as the landscape passed by.

You couldn't see much (it was dark already), but you could see the fucking cows. You hated them now.

Leah and Elle were sitting in front of you. They clearly didn't know what to say, and your not very inviting face wasn't helping them either.

You continued to cry, but it was an angry cry.

You weren't sobbing, you weren't making any noise really. Just silent tears leaving your eyes as your cheeks got redder and redder.

After what felt like fifteen minutes in completely uncomfortable silence, Leah reached for your hand. You slapped it away without even looking at her.

"My love. Please," Leah said, using her soft voice, one she didn't use much. " We're sorry. We didn't mean to stop you from having your hot chocolate."

Your head snapped at her. It seemed like Leah was waiting for you to continue ignoring her, because she looked at you, surprised.

"If you two didn't mean it," you began saying, looking at Leah's blue eyes and Elle's green ones, "then you would have done something about it."

Elle opened her mouth, but then she closed it.

"I told you that the only fucking thing I wanted to do today was to drink that hot chocolate," you said.

"It was the only thing I wanted. Twenty minutes max - that's all it would've taken. But nooo, because you two had other plans. Plans that were going to happen regardless of my opinion"

"We can go on our next off day, baby," Leah said carefully.

"Yeah?" you said sarcastically. "The off day that will be in Zurich? The off day that we've already agreed to spend with your family, Leah?"

"Oh, yeah, I forgot about—"

"You two seem to be forgetting everything that doesn't involve what you want." You responded dryly.

You knew it had hurt them.

You saw how Leah held Elle's hand a bit too strongly, that Elle bit her lower lip in that way that told you she was upset, but it didn't matter.

You were hurt, and honestly, you wanted everyone to feel a bit of it, too.

The rest of the train ride was in silence. You had stopped crying, but your breathing still felt uneven.

You were still angry. You knew that some part of it was irrational. It was just hot chocolate. You bet the fucking stadium sold hot chocolate, you could also order one from the hotel's kitchen.

But you wanted the experience of tasting hot chocolate in the countryside.

You were feeling sad and upset since you woke up, and just wanted to do something for you, something that you were sure was going to light up your mood.

It was hard to be in a relationship with more than one person. The feeling of being left out was present some days, and you had to fight it.

Today was one of those days.

It was like they didn't hear you, or worse, they heard you but just didn't care. It was your off day, too, but you had spent the whole day doing what they wanted.

You just wanted twenty minutes to do what you wanted.

When the three of you left the elevator, you quickly turned right while Elle and Leah turned left. You didn't say goodbye, you didn't say anything.

You were ready to take your key card from your pocket when they showed up behind you. Leah held your forearm and turned you around.

"Hey," Leah said, confused. "Where are you going?"

"To my room," you said drily, trying to set yourself free, but Leah held you with a bit more force, so you stopped trying to squirm.

"Why?" Elle asked. "You barely slept in your room since the Euros started. Come stay with us like the other nights, baby."

"No," you said decidedly. "Let me go, Leah."

Your face was cold enough that Leah let go without a word. You shut the door behind you, catching a glimpse of them wearing the guiltiest puppy-dog expressions.

You closed the door on their faces and sighed, turning around and looking at your room.

This Euros, every player had their own room, but just like Elle said, you barely used yours. You had been sleeping with Elle and Leah every night. You were sure half of your suitcase wasn't even here.

Your bed was beautifully made, as if no one had slept in it in days. Which was true.

You let yourself fall face-first on the mattress. You didn't want to cry now. You really didn't, but you were feeling hurt.

So you allowed yourself.

You stayed in the hotel room.

You didn't get up when Elle knocked on the door and spoke in her sweet voice, telling you how much she missed you.

You didn't get up when Leah knocked and told you (less gently than Elle), that she wanted to stay with you and wished you would open the door.

You stayed still when Lotte's voice came through the door, telling you two could talk if you wanted.

You ignored the hundreds of messages Elle and Leah had been sending you.

You also ignored the room service that was sent by either Elle or Leah, because you clearly hadn't asked for dinner, although you were hungry.

You had completely dissociated.

So much that you didn't realise you had fallen asleep.

You didn't expect to wake up in a pool of blood at 4 am.

You didn't expect to wake up with the worst pain you had felt in your life, a pain that was as excruciating as it was familiar.

You turned around on the mattress, feeling too weak to move, both from the pain but also from the lack of food.

The last thing you had eaten was at yesterday's lunch.

You had completely forgotten about your period. Your cycle was completely irregular; some months you got your period twice, other times you went months without seeing blood.

You had become accustomed to it by now, of not expecting it, to always being surprised.

But this time, you cursed yourself.

All the signs were there: how snappier and more sensitive you were, how your belly was aching, how, when Leah had cupped your breasts a few days ago, you wanted to scream at her about how swollen they were.

You opened the nightstand, searching for one of the protein bars Elle had given you, telling you that you always forgot to eat proper snacks.

You found one and ate it, swallowing it down with some water from a water bottle left on the floor a few days ago.

You closed your eyes hard enough, trying to gather strength from... you weren't even sure. You let out a sigh and got up from the bed.

It was worse than you imagined… there was blood everywhere. You didn't dare to look at your pants.

You quickly took off the bloody sheets and left them on the side of the door, so you could take them to the hotel's laundry room.. then you knelt near your suitcase, the only one that was in the room.

You were searching for pads, tampons, menstrual cups, anything, but you found nothing. The suitcase with your period products was probably in Leah and Elle's room.

You groaned, fighting back tears.

You could barely walk, and now you were going to have to find a way to go to Leah and Elle's room, even though you really didn't want to see them.

You took a change of clothing from the suitcase and went to the bathroom. You took a quick shower (it hurt standing for so long), added a lot of toilet paper to your underwear, trying to create a makeshift pad.

You walked to your hotel room door and made your way to Elle and Leah's room. You were hating yourself for it.

You were hurt, you didn't want to see them. But you were in pain, on your fucking period, and your endometriosis was so bad you felt like throwing up soon.

Leah had suffered from the same thing as you. You and Elle always tried to help her through it.

You knew they wouldn't think anything less of you. You had been dating for two years now, and they had seen you at your worst, but you still didn't like to be so vulnerable.

You shyly knocked on their bedroom door. You heard noise on the inside; there was a shadow under the door.

You waited a few more minutes, and Leah appeared. She had just woken up. She was rubbing her eyes, and her hair was a mess. She was wearing an old Arsenal shirt with some shorts. She looked very cosy.

Leah's eyes widened when she saw you smiling, but then her smile turned to sadness. "Hey, what's wrong, baby?"

You didn't answer; you walked right past her. Elle was sleeping on the bed, and you hated how red her nose was, as if she had been crying.

You searched for your suitcase around the room, until you found it. You knelt in front of it, but before you could open it, Leah was kneeling at your side, her hand on top of yours.

"Hey, talk to me," she said seriously. "What's wrong? You don't look good."

You mumbled an answer, looking down, but Leah didn't hear it.

"What?" She held your chin, so you were looking at her. "What happened?"

"I got my period," you said, this time louder. "Just need some tampons, I left them all here."

"Is it bad?" Leah asked, taking her hand from you and placing them on your back, letting you search for what you needed.

"No."

"Don't lie."

You froze, and Leah noticed it.

"How bad?"

You finally found a pack of tampons. You got on your two feet, and Leah mirrored you.

"Bad." That was the only thing you said before turning around, ready to leave again.

Leah held your forearm again. "You aren't leaving," Leah said. "Stay here with us, I'll get you tea and medicine."

"I don't need any of that." You hated how dry you sounded, but you honestly just wanted to sleep, to make the pain go away.

Leah surprised you when she held your jaw in place - it was firm, but soft at the same time.

"I understand you are upset with me and Elle, and you have every right to be; we were idiots, but don't punish your own body because of it."

"I'm going to the hotel's kitchen to get some tea for you," she continued, leaving no room for argument. "When I get back, I want you in bed. Do you understand me?"

You were ready to be difficult, to give Leah a hard time, to show her that you could deal with your condition on your own, but a large wave of pain shot through you, making you curl.

Leah's stern demeanour changed in a matter of seconds.

"Shh," she said, wrapping one hand around your hips and bringing you closer as the other one settled on your lower abdomen, massaging it. "I'm sorry, I'm gonna make it better, I swear."

Leah helped you to the bathroom and left the room, promising to come back with what you needed. When you emerged from the bathroom, Elle was already awake.

It seemed like, while you were sorting yourself out, Leah had woken her up and explained everything.

Elle opened her arms, smiling at you sadly. "Come here, baby," she said, and you absolutely melted.

Your tough attitude was long gone.

You crawled to bed, letting yourself be pulled by Elle. Your head resting on her shoulder as she kissed your forehead.

"It hurts, Elle," you said, letting yourself cry against her warm body.

"I know it does," she said tenderly. "It'll be better soon, just close your eyes now."

"I'm sorry," you said after a few moments in silence. "I ruined our day off yesterday by getting mad and—and—"

"No," Elle said, "You don't apologise for anything. Leah and I were selfish; it was your day off, too, you deserved to do something you enjoyed as well."

"But I could have been more kind about it," you said. "I hurt your ankle."

"I think we all could have handled it better," Elle murmured. "And my ankle is fine, don't worry about me. I want you to worry about yourself."

You were about to say something else when Leah came back through the door, carrying a tray with steaming tea and what looked like every medicine she could find in the hotel.

"How are we doing?" she asked softly, setting the tray on the nightstand before climbing into bed on your other side.

"Better," you mumbled against Elle's shoulder, though another cramp made you wince in pain.

Leah's hand found your back, rubbing gentle circles.

"I brought chamomile tea and some painkillers, and..." she paused, looking almost shy. "I may have asked the kitchen staff about hot chocolate."

You lifted your head to look at her, confused.

"There's a café two blocks away," Leah continued. "I thought... maybe tomorrow morning, before training, when you're feeling better, we could go together? Just the three of us, no cows involved."

Your eyes filled with tears again, but this time for a completely different reason. "You don't have to—"

"We want to," Elle said firmly, pressing a kiss to your temple. "We should have listened yesterday. Your hot chocolate is important because you're important."

Leah nodded, reaching over to brush a tear from your cheek.

"Plus, I looked it up and apparently, they do this thing with heavy whipped cream and salt? I don't know if it's good, but it seems very Swiss."

You couldn't help but smile (the first real smile you had had since yesterday afternoon). "That sounds perfect, thank you."

"Good," Leah said, settling down beside you properly. "Now drink your tea and let us make up for yesterday."

Your period still hurt like hell, and you were still exhausted, but now wrapped up in their arms, you felt heard. You felt seen.

"I love you," you whispered.

"Love you too, grumpy," Leah murmured against your hair.

"No grumpy," you mumbled

"Just a little grumpy," Elle added, smiling.

You were almost asleep when you felt Leah's lips against your ear. "Tomorrow, we're getting you the best hot chocolate in Switzerland. I promise."

A/n: pls let me know if you guys liked it <3 it would mean a lot

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[rmkrwoso]

Let's Play A Game

Part 3

You thought your initiation into the Barcelona team was complete with that humiliating singing performance. But at the first team bonding night, you find yourself roped into a game of Fuck, Marry, Kill.

Wordcount: 4.7k

Warnings: 18+ for sex scenes. lots and lots of smut

Part 1 Part 2

You are coiled tight the entire walk back to their apartment just twelve blocks away from Mapi and Ingrid’s place.

Jenni’s talking about something. But your focus is pulled by the way Alexia’s hand keeps lightly brushing yours. It is not in cadence with her stride, it’s purely intentional. A pinky tap here. A graze against your palm there.

It is driving you mad.

You want to reach out and touch her, but number one you’re in public which means the kind of touching you want to do would likely be frowned upon, and number two the kind of touching you want to do is executed much better if both of your bodies are still. And sans clothing.

So you resign yourself to sucking in a breath each time her electric fingers send zaps down your spine. And pray that you’ll get to theirs soon, letting your mind zone out as Jenni’s arm over your shoulders carries your feet in the right direction.

The striker fills the silence with commentary on the season and the upcoming matches on the schedule.

You don't even attempt to pretend to listen, hungry eyes locked on the side profile of Alexia's face, her small smirk just barely visible in the low light from the streetlamps.

Finally, finally, you make it to theirs. A white stucco building with expensive looking hardware. It's a quiet street, some people still lingering about, but everyone minding their own business.

Alexia opens the door, ushering you inside first. You miss the slap she gives to Jenni's ass, but definitely hear the stifled groan the madrileña tries to contain.

You're all standing in the landing hallway of the 4-unit building, you at the lead but with no idea where to go from here.

"Last door on the left," Alexia softly murmurs, a hand winding down to link with one of Jenni's.

The two of them watch you confidently turn and saunter towards their home, briefly turning around to throw a "what? not coming?" back at where they stand unmoved.

And that has Jenni grinning wolfishly and bounding forward. She reaches you just as you reach their door, pushing your front flush against it as her front makes contact with your back.

A slow, meticulous hand inches around your hip and grazes against your upper thigh, pulling a raged breath from your lips.

Your palms reach up to ground yourself on their dark grey door, fingers splayed.

You hear Alexia murmur, "not here," from slightly behind your left shoulder.

And at that Jenni abandons her teasing, hand still wrapped around your side, but fingers now deftly inputting their code into the lock a few inches above your belt line.

She twists the tumbler and shoves the door open, you jolting forward at the action.

Jenni's other hand steadies you, grip tight on your left hip. And then she's again pushing you forward with her body, into their apartment, invading your space in a way that has you trembling.

Alexia follows, closing the door behind all three of you and locking it.

You glance around, taking in their home. It looks to be a loft with huge two-story windows in the open layout living space. You bet the lighting is fantastic during the day.

The kitchen is gorgeous with a centerpiece island you're not sure sees much cooking, all of you so tied to the football schedule that most players use meal prep services or eat at the Barça training grounds.

But the white marble island is massive, and you're envious all the same. Even if you haven't cooked more than a handful of days in the past year yourself.

You whistle, impressed. "Damn," you verbalize. "This is some place you've got."

Jenni looks at you, proudly.

Alexia looks at you, hungry. "Didn't bring you here for a tour," she mutters, pulling you into her body by your wrist.

The striker chuckles at her girlfriend's lack of manners, so singularly focused on the need you stoked in her those weeks ago at Irene's house during that now infamous game of Fuck, Marry, Kill.

"Water, cari?" Jenni asks the room.

You're unsure if she's talking to you or Alexia so you stay silent, eyes trapped in a staring match with the midfielder.

"Okayyy," Jenni drawls. "I'll get you both a glass. I have a feeling we're going to need hydration at some point."

While she gets that sorted, Alexia pulls you towards the glass staircase at the far end of the room, shoving you gently in the back as a sign to start climbing.

The further you ascend the stairs the more breathtaking the view becomes from their living room windows, until finally you're on the loft floor, staring at what is clearly their bed space.

The bed is large, outfitted with a plush white comforter and more pillows than seems reasonable for two people. The wood frame is mesmerizing and clearly custom. You run your fingers over the grain, feeling the cool, smooth surface. Even your fingers can tell it's expensive.

Alexia watches you silently, one shoulder leaned against a wall you absentmindedly walked past on your way to their bed.

You can see an equally impressive bathroom in the cracked door to her left.

"Nice place," you murmur quietly.

The catalana hums but doesn't respond otherwise, eyes tracking you as you take in the rest of their space. The one beside table with only a singular book on it. The cluttered mess of hair ties and rings and an electric blue digital alarm on the other. You grin. Clearly the latter is Jenni's space.

You turn to say as much to Alexia and let out a gasp to find her standing right behind you now.

The gasp spurs her forward, hand reaching into your hair and cradling the back of your head as she angles it back to look up at her face, your shorter frame feeling quite dwarfed next to her.

Your eyes land on her lips and you unconsciously bite your own bottom lip in a small show of restraint. You really want to kiss her right now.

Alexia groans, thumb reaching out to trace across your cheek. "Tell me to stop," she warns.

It's your turn to moan. "Don't stop," you breathe out. "Please."

And at that she surges forward, claiming your lips as hers. Her mouth moves decisively against yours, fully aware of what she's doing and why.

Her tongue sweeps into your mouth, pulling a filthy groan from the back of your throat. You would have pegged her as a slow-build kisser. She's anything but. Dominant and demanding and deliciously in charge.

She walks you both back towards the edge of the bed, urging you to sink down as she drops her mouth to your neck.

You can barely breathe. She's everywhere, leaving hot, electric trails of desire where her mouth touches. The spot behind your ear that makes your knees buckle slightly. The column of your neck, All along your collarbones, dipping down into the valley your blouse offers on display.

It's too much and not enough all at the same time.

"More," you whine as she slowly pulls back.

"Clothes off," she replies, stepping out of your embrace.

"You do it."

An eyebrow raise. Eyes flickering down your body in consideration. And then fingers moving deftly towards your body.

Jenni joins you then, chuckling at how utterly wrecked you already look, flushed and chest heaving as Alexia removes your top.

"Got started without me?" the striker murmurs to Alexia, dropping to leave a kiss to her shoulder.

"Getting her warmed up," the catalana replies, turning her head over her right shoulder to gently kiss her girlfriend on the lips in apology for not waiting.

Jenni doesn't seem irritated at that, though, grinning and quipping back, "not sure she needed any warming up, amor. You're soaking, aren't you?" she teases, eyes glued to your blown pupils.

You can only nod.

"Since the patio?" she questions again, a finger slowly dragging up your now exposed legs towards the black lace panties still covering your core.

You suck in a ragged breath as her path curls towards your inner thigh. Another nod. "You were touching her," you croak, a hand gesturing to where Alexia stands behind Jenni, slowly removing her girlfriend's clothes as well.

"And you wanted it to be you?" the madrileña guesses.

"Sí," you stutter as her finger finds the edge of your underwear. So close to where you want her.

"Ah, muy bien, chica," Jenni teases.

"Please," you whimper, hips gently thrusting up, asking for more contact.

Jenni ignores you for a moment, turning her now naked body to help Alexia remove the last of her own clothing. "Ale, you want her first?" she asks softly, running a hand reverently down the plane of her girlfriend's abs, clearly unable to keep her hands to herself when the midfielder is naked in front of her.

Alexia smiles softly, kisses her twice, and replies, "you first."

Jenni grins and pushes her lightly towards the other side of the bed, bracketing you between them as both get in, comforter kicked down to the end of the mattress.

"So, cari," Jenni states. "Any no-gos?"

You stop to think for a second, trying to clear the fog of arousal from your mind enough to be coherent. "No ass stuff" you firmly state.

Alexia smirks. "Not our jam," she admits softly.

"Good," you breathe out. "Me either."

Jenni's mouth has descended on you now. She presses soft, quick kisses to your hips, your abs, your ribs, setting you on fire as she makes her way up to pull a nipple into her mouth.

You gasp and arch into her.

"What about mouth? Fingers?" Alexia continues the conversation.

"Sí," you moan. "All that. Please!"

Jenni grins around your breast, pulling off with a pop. "Okay, cari. Got it. We'll make you feel good, okay? But let us know if you want to stop at any point or need a minute."

"More," you whine, pushing her head back down your body.

While she feels so good lavishing your chest with bites and kisses, you really want her mouth further south.

"Need you," you pant, trying to move this along. You were wet for them hours ago. This has been the longest tease of your life. And what was an alluring game of seduction back on the patio is teetering dangerously close to your arousal swinging past the point of return into that annoying, terrible state of too overstimulated to be touched.

And you definitely want to be touched.

Jenni doesn't tease. She doesn't draw your discomfort out longer.

You're not sure if she sees the obvious need on your face, the way the tension causes the skin around your eyes to tighten as you spend all your energy staying sane as her fingers dance everywhere but between your legs.

Or maybe it is the way your legs are positively vibrating from repressed desire.

"Fingers or tongue?" she questions quietly, a hand firmly grounding where it rests on your ribcage.

Before you can answer, Alexia is peppering kisses over your shoulder. "You want her mouth," she informs you. "Trust me."

Jenni grins and waits for your nod before she kisses her way purposefully down your body this time, destination in sight.

The first touch of her tongue to your clit has your whole body jerking up as if pulled by strings.

Holy fuck.

You're so incredibly aroused that that one slow swipe has your legs tensing as if you're already on the edge.

And you might be? All you know is that your mind has gone hazy, one hand is threaded through Jenni's dark hair, gaining you an appreciative moan as your fingers tighten and tug slightly at the roots. And the other hand? Firmly anchoring you to earth via Alexia's thigh. Her powerful, muscular thigh that belongs to one of the literal soccer gods.

Alexia's hand curls around your neck, dragging your head to the side to face her.

Her golden irises find yours, and the way they darken staring at your bitten lips has you reaching up to capture hers.

Jenni's tongue swipes through your wet folds again, drawing a high-pitched whine from you as she lands on your clit and starts to gently suck.

"Shitttt," you pant into Alexia's mouth.

"Told you," the midfielder responds with a small smirk. "Her mouth is the best."

And, oh, you know it now.

Your eyes roll back as you feel her tongue thrust into you as the striker sets a rhythm. Lick up, circle your clit, suck, swipe back down, enter.

And holy fuck. It takes every ounce of willpower not to clamp your thighs around her head and rut up into her mouth to chase your orgasm.

You can feel it building, right there below your belly button. You can feel it in how your abs tighten every time she sucks you closer and closer to the edge. You can feel it in the way your thighs tremble when she dips inside. And in the way your back starts involuntarily arching the tighter she winds you up.

But it's Alexia who pushes you over the edge ultimately.

The catalana nips at your ear, soothing the moan it pulls out of you before her lips travel higher, stopping to whisper just for you to hear, "I can't wait to wreck you with my fingers once Jenni's made you cum on her tongue."

Your soul leaves your body with the force of the clench from your core at her words.

Jenni lets out a strangled noise as you lose the battle of will against your thighs and they clamp down on her ears, your second hand coming to join the first in her hair. Your hips buck uncontrollably as Jenni continues to suck you through your orgasm.

You've never experienced anyone continuing once your orgasm has hit, but she's riding you right up to the edge of pain and pleasure. You can't tell if you're begging her to stop or begging her to keep going. But it all comes out as a chant of her name, "Jenni, Jenni, Jenni."

Alexia murmurs in your ear, "that's my good girl," and you roll right into a second orgasm, mouth dropping moans in a continuous chorus. And finally Jenni starts slowing down, bringing you into a soft landing.

When finally she's placed your feet back on the metaphorical ground, your thighs fall from her ears, and her grinning and glistening mouth reappears.

"You taste good, cari," she states. And despite all the filthy things she just did to you, that praise causes you to blush.

Alexia reaches an arm down, dragging Jenni's torso up so she can connect her mouth to her girlfriend. She moans, tasting you off Jenni's tongue. And your core clenches painfully. You just came, but shit, you think you could again if they continue to make out like that.

They taper it off, much to the relief of your beating heart. And Jenni slides out of bed to grab the glasses of water she abandoned on Alexia's nightstand.

"Drink up, cari," she tells you, "Ale is insatiable. You are going to need your strength," she grins teasingly.

Alexia rolls her eyes at her girlfriend's antics. "I'm just way more patient than Jenni," she replies. "I'll get you that orgasm," she promises, staring you down. "But you're going to have to beg for it."

Your thighs clench around air.

You see Alexia's eyes dart down, tracking the movement of your muscles. You like the tease, and now she knows it too.

She doesn't move forward to touch you, though, leaning over to kiss Jenni again, giving your body a chance to settle into that languid state post-orgasm, muscles finally bleeding out all their tension into a loose-limb state of being.

Alexia presses up into Jenni, the striker laid back, hands gripping the catalana's waist gently.

"Amor," Jenni states breathlessly, hips pushing up into Alexia.

"Sí?" Ale breathe into their next kiss.

"Touch me," the madrileña demands.

"But our guest…" Alexia teases, fingers ghosting down her side.

"Is recovering from the two orgasms I just gave her," the striker responds cockily. "Right cari?"

You hum in agreement, still recovering, still catching your breath.

"See?" the dark-haired woman teases, "she needs a few more minutes before she can take you. But me? I'm ready right now," she punctuates with a nip to Alexia's neck.

The midfielder thinks about it. Jenni opens her mouth to convince her further when Alexia's hand drops down, teasing through the wetness found there.

"So wet, so ready," she mutters into Jenni's neck.

Jenni isn't loud, but the way her hips press up into the pressure from Alexia's fingers tells her girlfriend all she needs to know about just how ready the woman is for release. She got herself all worked up getting you off.

You watch them.

You are loud, you know this. Past partners have mentioned it; and the noise complaint you once received the morning after at a delicious night between the sheets in your hotel room in Greece (complete with a red faced hotel attendant relaying the message to a mortified you) also confirmed that your volume is higher than most.

But Jenni is near silent. She is all quiet gasps and soft huffs of air as Alexia's fingers dance over her clit, strong, firm fingers pulling her up the cliff towards her orgasm.

You can only imagine how those fingers feel.

Alexia's hands are something of lore in the lesbian futfem circle. Big hands. Long fingers.

You're drenched just thinking of the possibility of having her inside.

She whispers something to Jenni, not for your ears. And you realize that the dirty mutterings she used on you must not be new for her. Because here she is winding Jenni up much the same way. With dancing fingers and a dirty mouth.

The dark haired woman tenses, long legs locked as her toes curl. She buries her exhale in the catalana's neck, one hand gripping the white sheets while the other curls around Alexia's back, nails scraping down the tattooed skin there.

You can tell Jenni has returned from the edge when her legs fall heavy to the mattress, hands too, laid out like a very relaxed starfish.

You chuckle. She looks well fucked.

The laugh draws her attention and she smiles at you. "Best hands," she mutters.

And with that Alexia flips around, dragging you into her body now as Jenni's eyes close while she catches her breath.

"Ready?" Alexia murmurs as she drops a kiss to your cheek.

You nod. Very.

Where her kisses were direct and to the point, her touch is lingering, gliding slowly up one calf, bypassing the area between your legs, and following up your stomach to your shoulder.

You're panting before she reaches your elbow, desperate for her touch.

"Ale," you moan as her nails faintly drag up your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Yes?" she asks innocently.

You try to glare, but end up with your eyes rolling back as her mouth scrapes teeth down the column of your neck, her breath hot as it hits your skin.

"Oh fuck," you groan at the sensation.

"Are you going to be a good girl and let me take control of this?" she asks quietly, demanding your attention in the quiet way she leads even on the field. Some need noise, need loudness, to demand respect. She only needs to whisper.

"Yes," you respond instantly. "Please."

Alexia hums, skimming back down your body as her mouth finds yours, her body pressing into your side, her right hand occupied by your skin as her left props her up.

You spot a tattooed hand curl over Alexia's right shoulder, nails scraping gently down her arm. And you watch the catalana shiver at the contact, Jenni curls up into her back, sandwiching her between the two of you.

Alexia's deft fingers finally land at the spot you want them most, dragging slowly through your slick folds.

You moan, hand reaching down to hold her wrist in place as your hips cant up against the pressure from her fingertips.

Alexia starts pulling her hand away and you whine.

"That is not you being a good girl," she growls.

And you feel yourself positively drip at her possessive tone.

You groan, and the show of submission must be enough for her because she moves her hand back to cup you.

"Please, Ale," you beg.

She slowly wanders down to your inner thighs and then back up to the crease where your leg meets your hip.

"You want this?" she breathes.

"More than anything," you whimper, pulling her mouth back down to yours, your hips thrusting upward gently in an effort to entice her to finish what she has (so slowly) started.

And that seems to do the trick.

Alexia drops the soft, lingering touches for firmer pressure. It pulls a keen from your mouth, clit finally touched as you want.

She circles twice before dipping a single finger down towards your soaked entrance.

"Oh fuck, yes," you mutter as she slowly pushes inside, digit making space inside you.

She starts a gentle rhythm, shallowly thrusting as her thumb swipes over your clit every other push in.

And she feels so good. The stretch is noticeable, even if a singular finger doesn't usually leave you feeling quite this full.

"Faster? Please?" you pant, delirious with desire. You need more of her. Now. You've been so patient. Such a good girl.

But you need her to dominate you. Take you hard and fast.

Jenni murmurs something to Alexia. You're way too far gone to translate the Spanish. You hope it's in support of your request. You really, really hope so.

Whatever her girlfriend says, it spurs Alexia to add a second finger, increasing the stretch.

You groan, hand slapping down to her thigh to ground yourself on her body next to you.

"God, yes," you moan as your hips pick up speed on their own, chasing that tight, curling feeling in your belly towards an orgasm.

Alexia pushes up into more of a sitting position to get a better angle to work your body.

And the shift in position pushes her fingers deeper into you.

You feel your pussy start the rhythmic pull that always precedes an orgasm.

"Gonna cum," you warn her.

Alexia just doubles down, her second hand dropping to continuously circle your clit in fast, firm strokes.

And that does it. You fly off the ledge fast and furious, pussy clenching around her fingers tightly, muscles tensed in a standoff against the swooping feeling rushing through your gut.

She leaves you light headed, the room spinning.

And then you feel the telltale push of her hips into your one as she rubs against your side, clearly turned on by the way she just dismantled you piece by piece.

Jenni's fingers reach around to find her clit, the striker's body pushing Alexia more firmly against you.

It's insanely quick.

Alexia isn't quite a quiet as Jenni, but neither is she you. She comes with a panting "fuckkkk," as her girlfriend circles her clit in fast, efficient movements, clearly well experienced at getting Alexia off.

The midfielder moans slightly as sensitivity sets in, gently pulling Jenni's hand away from her core.

The madrileña rolls Alexia onto her back as she scoots up against her.

You and Alexia catch your breath as Jenni just grins at the two of you.

“So,” Jenni ventures. “Still happy with your Fuck, Marry, Kill answer?”

You sigh contentedly. “I might just have to marry Alexia instead,” you tease.

Jenni sticks her tongue out at you before laughing.

“That was…wow,” you confess. “Your mouth. And Alexia's hands," you admit with a grin. "Ale, you’re really talented, you know?” You chuckle to relieve the last of the tension. “Shit, you might have broken me.”

The midfielder blushes slightly at your praise being so fully thrown on her. Her dominance in the moment has waned back into her standard introverted tendencies, not quite enjoying the attention being focused on her.

Jenni tugs her girlfriend even further into her side, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I know, right?” she brags. “Best in the world in more ways than people know,” she says suggestively, eyebrows raising.

Alexia slaps her playfully, rolling her eyes at her girlfriend’s antics but not denying her words. “Jenni is pretty talented herself,” she adds, eyeing her girlfriend appreciatively. “You should see her strap game.”

You watch Jenni’s hand flex on Alexia’s hip, their eyes locked in a heated stare. And you really do want to see Jenni’s strap game.

You laugh. “Okay, maybe Marry, Marry, Kill is more accurate,” you state. “Not sure I’d be able to choose between the two of you now.”

Jenni grins, completely unperturbed that you are seriously starting to fancy her girlfriend and her many talents.

“But, Mapi is definitely still being killed,” you state firmly.

That pulls a chuckle from Alexia. “She’s had it coming for years,” she states plainly, causing you to turn to her and incline your head as you silently ask for more of the story.

“She dated my sister,” Alexia answers. “She’s lucky she’s still on the team.”

Jenni snorts. “More like your sister dated her, amor. We both know who was in charge in that relationship.”

Alexia purses her lips but you see a small smirk slip through the façade.

“You Putellas girls like to take control, eh?” you tease. “Maybe you can introduce us.”

“No,” Alexia responds instantly.

You nod in acceptance and suppose that might be a bit weird for her to set you up with her little sister after what you just finished doing together.

“I don’t share,” Alexia answers with a singular eyebrow raise, daring you to reply.

Jenni can’t help herself. “Unless it’s with me,” she quips with glee, breaking up the moment and climbing over both you and Alexia. She pushes you forward to deposit in Alexia’s arms as she snuggles into your back, effectively sandwiching you between the two of them.

“Besides,” Alexia whispers at you, eyes locked on yours inches from your face. “My sister has tiny hands compared to me.”

The laugh that spills out of you is unrestrained and full, tears gathering in your eyes as you struggle to breathe at her sudden injection of humor. She’s so serious, so focused. To hear her crack a joke as she pulls you into her naked body after the things she just did to yours, well, you’re not sure she could get any more attractive.

She’s definitely your type, even if her hair is a few shades lighter than the mark. “Have you ever considered dying your hair darker?” you question the catalana.

Jenni chortles behind you.

“Not happy with having your cake and eating it too?” Alexia questions softly, knowingly.

You blush. “You heard that?”

Alexia bites her bottom lip with her teeth, eyes tracing down your body.

Jenni’s lips brush your ear. “She couldn’t take her eyes off you all game, cari. She wanted you before, but the second you said you would choose her to fuck…”

You shudder at the knowledge, arousal pooling between your legs once again, hands reaching out to grab Alexia’s hips.

“I thought fucks were a one time thing and you married the girls you’d want more than once?” Alexia teases, fingers lightly glancing across the swell of your breast and causing you to suck in a breath as your chest involuntarily pushes out towards her hands.

“I did say I’d marry you too….” you answer breathlessly.

“You did,” she admits with a small smile.

You moan as her thigh slots in between your legs, pushing up and into your core.

“Maybe I’ll dye it dark one day,” Alexia whispers into your ear.

And both her breath trailing across your skin and the image of an Alexia with dark hair have you groaning into her mouth as she confidently surges forward for a kiss, intent on making this more than a one time thing.

[rmkrwoso]

Let's Play A Game

Part 2

You thought your initiation into the Barcelona team was complete with that humiliating singing performance. But at the first team bonding night, you find yourself roped into a game of Fuck, Marry, Kill.

Wordcount: 3.3k

Warnings: 18+ for some vulgar language and references to sex

Part 1

You pull up in front of Mapi and Ingrid’s apartment building for the latest team bonding night, Lucy in the seat next to you.

“Do you think Mapi will shut the door in my face? Or just avoid letting me in all together?”

Lucy chuckles. “I’ll stand in front of the peephole. You hide behind me and sneak in before she can slam the door shut.”

You roll your eyes at Lucy. “She should really be over this by now. I have not actually attempted to kill her. It was just a hypothetical answer in a game!”

“Yeah, but you did choose to kill her twice, mate.”

“Okay, oh wise one, you tell me who you would have picked between Jenni, Alexia, and Mapi then.”

Lucy rubs her chin with a hand in thought. “Hmmm, tough one.”

“Really?” you ask in disbelief. “How?”

“I feel like Mapi might be more my type in bed, easier to submit, ya know? But I am curious about Jenni. So do I go for the guaranteed good lay where I get to be in charge or take a risk and maybe it ends up a bust? Or maybe it ends up really fucking good?”

“You never play it safe,” you deadpan.

“You’re right. Okay. Fuck Jenni, Marry Alexia - easy, and Kill Mapi.”

“See,” you argue, pointing a finger at the defender. “You would kill her too!”

“Yeah, but that is once. You did it twice.”

“Fucking fine! Fuck, Marry, Kill - Mapi, Ingrid, and me in place of you.”

“Another tricky one,” she muses.

“How??” you ask incredulously. “The answer is so easy. Fuck me, Marry Ingrid, Kill Mapi.”

Lucy chuckles. “A little overconfident, no?”

You glare at her. “Are you saying you wouldn’t fuck me again?”

“Definitely not saying that,” Lucy states with a grin. “Fuck Mapi–”

Your mouth drops in disbelief.

“Marry you,” Lucy continues, using a finger to press your chin up to close your mouth. “And Kill Ingrid.”

“Kill Ingrid?” you screech. “She’s so nice and pretty and kind. How can you kill her?”

“Well I’d fuck Mapi over Ingrid, again just based on preference. I think Ingrid might be a little too pretty and a little too nice for me, if you know what I mean,” she states with a grin. “And I’d choose to marry you over her because we’d rock the marriage thing I think. Plus all the sex,” Lucy adds with an eyebrow wiggle. “So that leaves her to have to be killed. Luck of the draw.”

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I can’t believe you’d kill Ingrid. I’m going to tell Mapi,” you state with a sigh as you step out of your vehicle.

Lucy pauses before slamming your door shut, causing you to glare at her.

“Hey! Treat Georgia with more care, you hear?”

“It’s fucking weird that you name your cars,” Lucy states, shrugging on her jacket as you make towards the apartment lobby.

“It’s perfectly normal, thank you,” you reply.

“And don’t you dare bring up the Fuck, Marry, Kill game to Mapi. She will definitely kick you out of her building,” Lucy responds as you ride the lift up to the 5th floor.

You contemplate it but eventually nod in acceptance as the lift doors open and you both walk towards apartment 517. “Your answers are still atrocious.”

“Thanks, love,” Lucy replies unaffected as she knocks on the door to Mapi and Ingrid’s apartment.

Thankfully Ingrid is the one to open the door. You let out an audible sigh, and she smirks at you.

“Ah, our troublemaker has arrived!”

You frown. “I didn’t cause any of the trouble. You should be pointing that statement at Pina and Jana and Salma.”

Ingrid grins at your response. “Testy. I like,” she says with a wink.

Well, that was something. Unexpected. Confusing. Kind of hot.

You follow Lucy through the threshold and into the open layout apartment. Teammates are mingling in the kitchen and sitting room and even the large outdoor balcony.

You see Jenni give you a glance up and down before she quirks an eyebrow suggestively.

You huff out a laugh and head into the kitchen to find yourself a drink.

Alexia stands there pouring herself a cup of lemonade. It’s a red color this time, which has you on alert.

“Homemade limonada again, Ale?” you question lightly, standing shoulder to shoulder with the captain.

“Sí,” she says softly, honey eyes turning to look at yours. “I made it.”

“Did you really?” you tease. “Will Jenni agree with that statement?”

You see her cheeks flush slightly. “Yes, I made it. Jenni directed from the couch.”

“Ah, quite the duo,” you flirt. “But, um, why’s it red?”

“Strawberries,” the brunette states. “You said you liked the strawberry kind.”

Huh. You did. A few weeks back in practice. And she remembered? She crafted the lemonade for the night around your preference? “That might be the nicest thing anyone has done for me since I’ve arrived here,” you state honestly. “Thank you,” you offer with sincere eyes and a hand squeeze.

The midfielder pushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “De nada.”

“Sounds nice when you speak it,” you mutter as you pour yourself a cup of the beverage.

“Spanish?” she asks with a laugh

“Sí,” you mimic her earlier pronunciation. “When I speak it, it comes out sounding like a cat being tortured.”

“Good thing we all speak a little bit of English,” she says, indicating a small space between her thumb and pointer finger. “You helpless English players would be so lost otherwise.”

“We would,” you agree. “My life would be full of only Keira and Lucy. What a tragedy,” you joke. “Nobody needs that much time with Lucy Bronze in a day,” you add, looking over at your friend who is leaning against the wall with Ona, one forearm pressing into the plaster near the smaller defender’s head, looking like a very flirty and suggestive pose. “Well, except maybe Ona,” you add with a chuckle.

“Oh, yes,” Alexia murmurs into the shell of your ear. “She hasn’t shut up about Lucy since we signed her. I think she has a crush.”

“I think they both do,” you whisper back, watching these two idiots flirt from afar. “Think Ona will keep Lucy on her toes?”

“Sí,’ Alexia mutters around her straw, going back to her drink. “She might eat Lucy. Very fierce that one.”

“More like might eat Lucy out,” you crack without thought, watching as Ona pulls Lucy’s hips towards her own by her belt loops. “Uhh,” you state, brain finally catching up to your traitorous mouth. “Sorry,” you hastily add, glancing at Alexia.

“No sorry,” Alexia chuckles. “Is true. We Spanish are known for our talented tongues,” she states quietly, intense eyes focused on yours. The catalana glides past you to head back outside, fingers just faintly teasing across your lower back.

You gather your cup, suck in a steadying breath, and eventually follow. Jenni sits at the head of the table as if she’s holding court. Alexia lounges across her lap, long, tan legs dangled over the side of the deck chair and on display in her white denim shorts.

Mapi sits there glowering at you from the other end of the table, across from Jenni. Her platinum blonde hair is in a messy bun, hair fraying out all around. She looks like a cross between a rabid pomeranian and malnourished, sickly lion. And all her ire is directed at you. Greatttt.

Mario flanks Jenni’s right side, greeting you with a smile as you settle into the open seat on the striker’s left.

“Hola,” you greet the table.

Mario returns your greeting. Alexia whispers in Jenni’s ear, the striker grinning at you in a predatory way. Mapi snorts in your direction.

“Fun crowd,” you murmur to yourself.

Mariona starts up a conversation about which country has better food: Spain or England. She visits your country frequently, or as often as her packed football schedule allows, as her girlfriend resides in London and plays for Arsenal.

At least she has experience with your home cuisine. More than Mapi who blurts out, “Spain of course! Their food is just soggy beans. Eeuck!” she finishes pointing at you.

Now you’re affronted. How dare she condense the entirety of English food down to soggy beans! The woman has absolutely no sense of culture.

By the time the rest of the team wanders out onto the large patio, bodies claiming the outdoor couch as Ingrid and others bring the dining room chairs outside too for seating, you and Mapi are in a full blown heated debate.

“We have more than beans!” you exclaim loudly, hands flailing for emphasis. “That is like saying all Spainsh food has is paella.”

“Yes, but paella beats out beans 1000% of the time!” Mapi yells, hands on her hips. “Paella is a delicately crafted meal of intent and beauty. Beans are the literal fartbags of the food community.”

“You take that back! Spanish cuisine uses beans too, María!”

You hear Pina and Jana “ooooohh she first named her” from behind you.

Mapi hears it too, teeth bared in their direction until a squeak from Jana lets you know they’ve been cowed into submission by her feral glare.

“We have so much more than beans,” you passionately defend. “Sunday roast, bangers and mash, savory pies, Yorkshire pudding for fucks sake!

“Fish & chips,” Lucy yells out, a hand cupped around her mouth to amplify the sound.

“Yes!! Fish & chips. Fish & chips, María! We have fish & chips.”

“Ooo,” Mapi sarcastically goads. “You have unseasoned fish and soggy fries.”

You, Keira, and Lucy all gasp in unison. And surprisingly Keira is the one to speak up first, an edge to her voice. “Do.not.insult.our.chips.”

Mapi looks a little stunned but offers a small nod to mollify the midfielder who is staring her down, hard.

“We have fish and patates here too,” Patri chimes in with a mischievous grin. “Really fresh, really tasty.”

She just loves to stir the pot.

“Not the same,” you and Lucy say in sync. You turn and give her an appreciative nod.

The English defender chimes in and with backup firmly here to prevent Mapi from continuing to slander English food, you sit back down in your seat. You are only slightly embarrassed that the team watched you and Mapi shouting at each other about food as you both stood, chairs pushed back hastily in your escalation of debate across the patio table.

Alexia leans towards you, voice low. “You are very passionate about food, eh?”

Your ears pink slightly. “No!” you defend.

Jenni chuckles.

“Maybe. I don’t know. It’s the Mapi effect. I had to debate her. Because her opinion is so wrong. Doing it for humankind really.”

“Thank you for your service,” Jenni snickers.

Your eyes meet Alexia’s and clock the small smirk on her lips. “You’re welcome,” you reply, eyes dropping to her lips for a second before they glance back up. She saw it, of course. And lets you know with a singular raised eyebrow. Fuck, she is even hotter gazing at you like that.

You clock back into the discussion just in time to hear Vicky make the claim that desserts in England are too sweet. The gall! These Spanish girls are ridiculous.

“They are not!” you jump back in, defending England’s honor. “We own the rest of the world when it comes to pastries and desserts,” you boldly claim.

“Think France might have something to say about that,” Irene states plainly, having spent many years playing in the country known for its culinary abilities (and pastries).

“Nope,” you reject. “We have cakes and puddin’ and Spotted Dick.”

Jenni chokes. “Uh, what?”

The Spanish girls all chortle at your defense including a seemingly not-dessert item. And why would said piece of anatomy being spotted be seen as a good thing?

Lucy comes to the rescue. “Get yer heads outta the gutter,” she rebukes. “It’s a steamed puddin’ with raisins.”

You shudder at the thought. You hate raisins. But even so, you’ll defend England’s honor until the cows come home, terrible raisin desserts and all.

“English desserts are better,” you state with finality as most of the Spaniards scoff.

Alexia just stares. “Maybe we need to treat you to some Spanish desserts then,” she offers quietly. “For research,” she adds.

It feels like a loaded statement. Her eyes raking down your body lets you know it is a loaded statement. One meant just for you.

Jenni grins from behind Alexia’s shoulder, hearing her comment. “We have the best dessert place near ours, you know,” the madrileña adds quietly as conversation around you moves on.

“Is that so?” you ask, tone taking on a breathy quality as you valiantly try to keep your heart steady at what you think they’re implying. You and them. Together. At theirs. To research “dessert”.

“Hmm,” Jenni confirms, bottom lip bitten by her teeth as her mismatched irises stare you down. You feel like prey. Slightly flighty, adrenaline spiking. Your eyes land on the striker’s tattooed hand trailing up and down the exposed skin on Alexia’s thigh and you find your own legs clenching at the memory of what fingers trailing over your skin feels like.

You spend the rest of team bonding night on edge. Jenni’s gaze hardly leaves yours. Her fingers trail teasingly over Alexia as she does so, turning you on mightily as you imagine her hands doing the same to you.

Alexia sits amused, enjoying the feeling on her body but equally watching your reaction to her girlfriend arousing you without even laying a finger on yours. It’s a talent. It’s a tease. It’s a show just for her. And she has the best seat in the house, draped across her girlfriend’s lap and facing directly towards you while everyone else’s attention is pulled to the competitive game of Uno that Vicky has roped most of the team into.

“How do you have so many Draw 4 cards!” Mapi exclaims in irritation at Keira laying yet another one on her pile, the fourth round in a row. That draws your gaze for a second.

Just enough time to see Lucy and Ingrid slipping the English midfielder cards under the table, undoubtedly Draw 4 cards. Maybe Ingrid isn’t as sweet as first glance entails.

You watch Lucy grin at the Norwegian whose only tell is a slight quirk of her lips before it disappears into her wine glass. Lucy turns and gives you a shrug of contemplation. You just know her brain is recalculating her earlier Fuck, Marry, Kill declaration.

No reason to kill Ingrid when Mapi offers herself up as the perfect murder victim, all loud mouth and abrasive personality. And insulting English food to boot.

Alexia’s bare foot trailing up your shin draws your attention back to the duo that are absolutely wrecking your night.

You’re sitting in a puddle at this point, well aware that it’s a little desperate just how turned on you’ve gotten without even being touched. Just the promise of it has you flooded. Embarrassing if you weren’t so bloody aroused.

Alexia slides off Jenni’s lap, the striker’s hands falling to her hips and staying there possessively until the distance between their bodies causes them to drop. The midfielder crouches next to your chair, lips finding your ear, intent on nobody hearing her words but you.

“We’re going to head out,” she murmurs.

Your mood drops. Well shit, there goes the fun.

“We do have the best bakery in town just down the block from us,” she adds, leaning back for a second to search your eyes.

You can feel your arousal rush back and just know your pupils are blown at her proposal.

“Yeah?” you mutter, words barely making their way out of your lips.

“Sí,” Alexia states, thumb brushing circles into your jeans where her hand sits on your thigh, steadying herself. “Want to come with?”

You gulp, eyes closing at the wave of desire flowing down our spine. “Yes” you breathe out.

Alexia nods minutely, taps your thigh twice with her fingers, and then pushes back up to stand.

Jenni and her share a look, and the striker turns to you with a small grin. “I’m going to get our things,” she quietly states, standing up and pulling Alexia in for a quick kiss.

“Meet you at the front door?” Alexia asks softly.

You nod. Silence is all you can manage, mouth dry as reality sets in.

It takes a minute but you stand on somewhat shaky feet. Mariona smirks at you from across the table. She’s quiet, an observer. She doesn’t miss much but knows how to keep her mouth to herself. You appreciate that.

“Say hi to Lia for me,” you state as a goodbye greeting.

“Enjoy ‘dessert’,” she quips back, smirk growing as you blush.

It’s as you walk back inside that you remember you drove Lucy today. You need to discreetly get your car keys to her so she can get herself home, without her alerting the rest of the team as to why your nightly plans have changed.

You find the English defender in the kitchen, picking her way through the food left out. You pop an olive in your mouth and wait until Ona slips back outside before turning to the woman.

“Here are me keys. Can ya get yourself home?”

Her hands still where they were grabbing for a piece of cheese. “Ditching me?” she asks casually, eyes turning to you.

Your gaze is fixed at the front door where Alexia and Jenni are slipping on their shoes.

A wide grin splits across Lucy’s face as she catches onto why you’re bailing.

The two Spaniards finish and wait patiently for you at the front instead of exiting the apartment, further solidifying for the defender that what she thinks is happening is reality.

“Oooh, I get it,” Lucy teases, voice light but quiet.

Your gaze snaps back to her, only slightly apologetic.

She grabs the keys from your hand, slipping them into her trousers. “I can get myself home just fine.”

“Good,” you state, gaze already back on Jenni and Alexia and feet starting to move you in their direction.

“Enjoy your cake,” Lucy teases.

You still for a second. Such a cocky woman. But you love her humor. You smirk back over your shoulder. “Oh you know I will,” you reply with a smirk.

“Luce,” you state before you completely leave the kitchen.

“Mhm?”

“Maybe grab a Spaniard of your own for the night, eh?”

She looks contemplatively at you. “I think I want more than a night,” she states quietly.

“Marvelous - she does too,” you reply, sharing a tidbit from your conversation earlier with Alexia.

Lucy’s eyes trail to Ona outside on the patio who is mid laugh. And you know she’s already down bad for the smaller defender.

Good. Lucy deserves it.

You pad over to the front entrance, slipping into your shoes. The three of you are the only ones left inside, the rest of the team on the patio. The silence is weighty.

Jenni breaks it by opening the front door and holding it for you and Alexia to pass through first.

In the hallway the striker throws an arm over your shoulders as the three of you head for the lift.

“Hope you’re ready for dessert, cari. Because I’m famished,” she states boldly.

“I am known for my sweet tooth,” you reply, smirking.

Alexia snorts, walking slightly ahead of you two in the narrowed hallway.

“Ale too,” Jenni whispers into your ear as her gaze falls to her girlfriend’s ass in her white shorts. “She can’t get enough of the sweet things in life.”

You’re not sure you will either.

Part 3

[rmkrwoso]

Let's Play A Game

Part 1

You thought your initiation into the Barcelona team was complete with that humiliating singing performance. But at the first team bonding night, you find yourself roped into a game of Fuck, Marry, Kill.

Wordcount: 2.2k

Warnings: 18+ for some vulgar language and references to sex

Pina grins mischievously as everyone gets settled around the big patio table out back for a team bonding evening. “Let’s play a game!” she proclaims loudly.

Irene squints her eyes at the young defender. “What game?” she asks.

“Hmmm,” Jana considers.

“I know! Fuck, Marry, Kill!” Salma exclaims.

“You’re straight,” Patri interjects.

Salma waves her hand in the air. “That’s not important to this game.”

Pina snickers. “Not so straight after all,” she mutters to Patri.

“Hush. Oh, I know! Let’s make it a little more interesting – someone else in the group gives you the three you have to choose from!”

Jana nods enthusiastically.

Irene groans.

Alexia purses her lips while Jenni whispers into her ear.

“Ok, who is first?” Jana asks Salma.

“Newbies first! Think of it as initiation!”

“We’ve already been through that humiliation,” you deadpan. You and Lucy and Keira aren’t likely to forget it anytime soon.

Salma grins at you. “Ah, our first volunteer!” she cheers as she looks at you.

Lucy knocks her knee against yours. “You should have seen that coming,” she mutters to you. But you can’t help yourself from adding your two cents. You know it, and so does Lucy after all the years playing with you on the English National Team.

You roll your eyes at her. She just grins back.

“Fine,” you concede.

Salma turns to whisper into Jana’s ear, Pina leaning in to be included too. These three are going to be trouble you decide.

“Oh, yeah, that’s a good one,” Jana says excitedly.

You take a swig of your lemonade as they finish up. Alexia very proudly proclaimed to you that it is homemade when you were pouring your cup in the kitchen earlier. Jenni was quick to snark that it was homemade by her, and Alexia needs to stop making it seem like she was the one squeezing lemons for the 30 minutes it took to make enough for the whole team.

Salma claps her hands, gaining everyone’s attention. “Ok! Fuck, Marry, Kill – Alexia, Jenni, Irene–”

Irene interjects. “Remove my name from that list if you want to avoid running laps all next practice. I am married.” Salma looks like she’s considering how real the defender’s threat is, but she must see something of substance there because she’s quick to acquiesce.

“Fine, killjoy. Fuck, Marry, Kill – Alexia, Jenni, Mapi!”

In comparison to Irene’s response, Mapi exclaims, “Ohh, fun!” and turns towards you eager to hear your response.

You don’t need to contemplate it much. “Fuck Alexia. Marry Jenni. Kill Mapi,” you state confidently and send Mapi a grin at her scoff. “Sorry Ingrid,” you throw out to the blonde’s girlfriend.

The Norwegian laughs and shrugs her shoulders. “She has that effect on people.”

“Hey!” Mapi yells loudly, betrayed eyes turning on her girlfriend.

Salma is more interested in your other responses. “So, why fuck Alexia and not Jenni?”

You can see just how uncomfortable Alexia is at this conversation from across the table. Her face is practically scarlet. Jenni, however, sports a huge grin, clearly enjoying both Alexia’s discomfort and the attention.

You chuckle. “Salma, Salma, Salma. By choosing to marry Jenni I get to fuck her more than once,” you reply, arching your eyebrow at her naivety. “Plus, she’s funny – you need laughter to make a marriage work,” you state, throwing a smile at Jenni. She grins back. “Maybe I’d get them both at the same time,” you mutter to yourself.

Lucy chuckles next to you. Strike that, one person heard you. “You always have liked to have your cake and eat it too,” she murmurs.

You turn the look at her. “What’s the point of cake if you don’t eat it?”

Lucy grins at you.

Pina thoughtfully interjects – “Why not marry Ale?”

“Is this Marry, Marry, Kill now?” you ask mockingly. “Sure, I’d marry Alexia too if that’s an option. Next person’s turn.”

“Ingrid, Mapi, Lucy,” Pina states quickly.

You take another drink, assuming she’s going to reveal who has to make their choice from those three. But upon putting down your drink you see everyone’s eyes on you again.

“I just took my turn,” you respond calmly.

Salma replies, “We didn’t state in the rules that it is only one round per person!”

“That is literally how the game is played,” you argue.

Lucy adds cheekily, “Oh, go on! I want to hear your answer for this one.”

You grit your teeth at the annoying right back. “Fine. Fuck Lucy, Marry Ingrid, still Kill Mapi.”

Mapi shouts in disagreement. “That is not fair! Why do you keep killing me!”

“Alexia and Jenni are too pretty to kill,” you answer teasingly. “And when I marry Ingrid, I’m going to need to kill you to avoid you coming after me for successfully stealing your woman.”

Ingrid laughs at the pout on Mapi’s face but pulls her girlfriend in close to whisper something soothing in her ear. At least you think it’s soothing. It removes the frown from the Spaniard’s face, but she’s looking at you warily.

“You’d fuck Lucy?” Jana asks. “Isn’t that like too close to home?”

You chuckle. “What makes you think it would be the first time?”

The shocked looks on the faces of Jana, Salma, and Pina are worth spilling that little nugget of truth.

Lucy must agree because she takes a sip of her own drink and adds, “How do you think we forged such a strong right-side bond?” The connection between the right back and you as the right winger, the position you play for country, is well known and on display in every England match.

The youngest member of the team, Vicky, squeaks out, “You two had sex? To help your national team chemistry?”

You snort. “Of course not. That just happened to be a nice perk.”

“But why then?” she asks. These kids…

“Well,” you start slowly. “I’m not sure what the sex education is like here in Spain, but sex feels good–”

“Really good with the right person,” Lucy adds helpfully.

You sigh in exasperation, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You’re not helping,” you state to her.

She just grins back at you, knowing how to push all your buttons.

“And Lucy is the right person?” Vicky asks, trying to piece all the puzzles together.

“She was the right person in the right place at the right time,” you explain.

“What?”

Alexia finally butts in. “Vicky, just leave it.”

“Thank you, Ale,” you exhale.

“Alexia, you’re going save her after she said she’s gonna marry your girl?” Mapi demands.

“She has good taste, can’t fault her for that,” Alexia states softly.

You incline you head at Alexia before turning to roll your eyes at Mapi. This is getting so out of hand. “That is literally the game, Mapi! I have to choose someone to marry on the list.”

“You could have married me,” Mapi pouts petulantly.

“María!” you exclaim. “It’s not that deep. Don’t take it personally.”

“You killed me twice! How do I not take that personally?!?”

“Maybe I’m just marriage material and you aren’t,” Jenni states, fanning the flames intentionally.

“Not marriage material!” Mapi exclaims at you, pointing her finger. “I’m not marriage material?!?”

Your hands go up in the air. “Jenni said that!” you exclaim. “Not me!”

“But you were thinking it! Admit it!” she yells.

Your wide eyes beg for someone to save you from this assault. Anyone.

Patri finally pipes in, and you’re so thankful for the assist. “Okay, okay. Calm down, Mapi,” she asserts. But then her mouth opens again, and you wish she never started talking. “Me, Pina, Leila.”

You glare at her. Hard. “I’m not going again,” you ground out from behind your gritted teeth.

“She probably wants to kill you right now,” Lucy offers to Patri with a smirk. She knows you well.

“Yesss,” you hiss.

Patri smirks but pushes again. “Your initiation to the team hinges on this.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Alexia interjects, glaring at Patri now too.

“Ok it doesn’t, but you’ll be known as the no-fun-having-ninny if you refuse,” she states.

“No, you won’t,” Irene clarifies.

Patri huffs. “Answer this last one.”

“And we will move on to humiliating someone else?” you ask for confirmation.

“Yes,” she offers, hand out to shake on it. “Answer honestly.”

You grip her hand and pump it three times. “Fine. Fuck Patri. Marry Leila. Kill Pina because you started this whole fucking game.”

Pina smirks at you, not offended like Mapi but proud of her involvement.

“You seem to have a type,” Patri responds with a grin.

“I do?” you ask calmly. Of course you do. You know this.

“Mmhmm,” Patri continues. “You do.”

“Okay,” you answer. “Maybe I do.”

“That’s it?” Vicky asks. “What’s the type?!?” she demands from Patri.

Patri smirks at you again. “Just look at the pattern.”

Vicky’s eyebrows furrow as she thinks. “Fuck Alexia. Fuck Bronze. Fuck Patri” she thinks out loud.

“Well I was referencing more the marrying girls, but come to think of it, there’s a pattern for her fucks too.”

You sigh loudly, scraping a hand down your face. “How did this team bonding game turn into scrutinizing my preferences?” you moan.

Lucy snickers. “This is fun!”

You smack her across the chest. “Shut it.”

“I can’t see the connection!” Vicky whines. “Patri, tell me.”

“She married all the tall ones. Seems she likes to climb the mountain,” Patri teases, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

You scoff. “That’s not it.”

Vicky’s eyes move back and forth between you and Patri, expecting one of you to expand on your comment. “So, what is it?”

Lucy decides to take pity on Vicky. “She likes dark brunettes who look sweet and kind in public but who will fuck her into the mattress in private.”

You refuse to blush, but turn your head slowly to look at the defender. She’s grinning madly, proud of herself. “You.Are.the.Worst.”

Lucy slings an arm over your shoulders and drags you closer to her. “Oh, love. We both know that is not true.”

“Keep your traitorous hands to yourself, Bronze,” you state, dragging her arm off your shoulder.

“But wait, Ale and Patri don’t have dark hair,” Vicky states, confused.

“Vicky,” you finally take pity. “We’re ending this conversation here, okay? No more questions after I answer this?”

She nods.

“I chose them to fuck because they give off a dominant vibe that I prefer, ok?”

“And Jenni and Ingrid and Leila don’t?” Vicky questions.

“Vicky!” you say exasperated. “I said no more question!”

“Just this one!” she demands. “Please!”

“Fine,” you ground out. “Jenni and Ingrid and Leila do as well. But they hit other preferences of mine on top of that, so I’d marry them so I get to have sex with them more than once. Okay?”

“Ohhh,” Vicky answers, finally getting it.

How the fuck did the conversation get to this point?

“Is that why you dyed your hair dark?” Keira pipes up, question directed at Lucy.

The team laughs as Lucy stutters out a “no!”

“Pfft, she wishes I’d marry her,” you state. “But she’s neither sweet nor kind, so not even the dark hair will swing it in her favor,” you tease.

“I am too sweet!” Lucy exclaims, affronted at your raised eyebrow that conveys you clearly do not buy it.

“You are not sweet. You are spicy,” you answer.

“I like spicy,” you hear Ona murmur across the table, eyes appraising Lucy.

You can see the flush raise up Lucy’s neck at the comment. Oooh, interesting.

Now it’s your turn for payback.

“Lucy,” you drawl. “Fuck, Marry, Kill – Ona, Keira, Mapi.”

“You CANNOT kill me, Lucy,” María exclaims. “It is not fair! I’ve been killed twice already!”

“Well I can’t kill Ona or Keira….” Lucy trails off.

“NO!”

“This was such a fantastic team bonding idea,” Irene deadpans.

You feel a laugh bubbling out at the absurdity of this night. You can’t stop it from escaping. Your unchecked laughter soon pulls most of the other girls into your laughing fit as well.

All except Mapi who sits there, arms folded, disgruntled.

“This is going to be a fun season!” Salma chirps as Mapi throws a pillow at her head.

“I’m going to marry Ingrid, fuck you,” Mapi states, staring directly into your eyes, “to put you in your place,” she clarifies. “And kill all the rest of you.”

“That’s more than three people,” Vicky mutters.

“Someone else is supposed to choose the options for you,” Jana criticizes.

“Sorry, only brunettes do it for me,” you say with mock apology. “Maybe if you dye your hair brunette you’ll be killed less!”

You shriek and take off as Mapi lunges at you from across the table, teeth bared.

“Okay, team bonding complete! Everybody out!” Irene shouts, ushering everyone out of her back garden.

You make a break for it, winding between teammates to create space between you and the crazy blonde defender.

Jenni pulls you into her side, arm over your shoulder.

“You know,” she starts. “If we’re ever looking to add a third, we’ll keep you in mind,” she teases.

You groan, embarrassment finally catching up to you. “Did you all agree to tease me tonight or something?”

Alexia slides up on the other side of you, joining the conversation. “Who said Jenni was teasing?”

You turn to look at Alexia. She raises an eyebrow at you, and you feel a familiar swoop in your lower stomach. Oh.

Part 2

[rmkrwoso]

teach me - Leah Williamson

Summary: You're insecure about using the strap, but Leah walks you through it,

Warnings: (+18) strap and fingering (r giving).

Word count: 3.3k

A/n: another fic, another draft. - last one!

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You had been thinking about this for a while. About doing something for Leah, something you had never done for anyone else. 

You had always been shy when it came to sex; you were more into the receiving than the giving part, but not because you enjoyed receiving more, but because you had always felt like you were too awkward, like you couldn't properly please someone.

You had been dating Leah for a year now, and the sex was amazing. Both of you gave and received, but it was obvious that Leah was the giver. 

She never complained about anything. Whenever you talked about sex with her, she always made sure to let you know that she enjoyed your sex life.

But you wanted more. You wanted to give Leah pleasure in a different way, you wanted to make her feel good, really good, just like she did with you.

You had, of course, used your mouth and fingers on her, but you had never used the strap on Leah. 

Leah was always the one who gave it to you. She had mentioned once that she'd like to be the one received, but she was drunk at the time; it was possible that she didn't even remember it…but you did.

You had never used the strap on anyone, you didn't feel confident enough, scared to screw up, but then, late at night, while Leah was sleeping on your shoulder, you thought why now? Leah was gentle with you, she was kind, she made you feel safe.

She wouldn't mock you if you did it wrong. She would teach you, you were sure of it.

So you made a little plan while Leah was away at training. You had just got home when you sat down on the sofa and wrote it down in a little notebook of yours:

Wait for Leah to come home -> sit her on the sofa and give her a massage;

Kiss her (gently!) and then let things get more heated;

Sit on her lap and kiss her neck;

Slip your knee in between her thighs and whisper in her ear that you would like to use the strap.

Take her to the bedroom and…do it!

It was perfect in theory, but there was one problem, a very big one: you had never done it before, not even got close to using it on one of your exes. 

So you had an idea, a rather dumb idea. You opened your phone and googled "how to use a strap-on on a woman", and then you were immediately bombarded with porn thumbnails, your eyes widened in horror, but you couldn't help but feel something warm in your body.

You clicked on a few videos, most of which were very…intense. You had a lot of questions. How did they go that fast? How did they know the rhythm? How did they make sure it wasn't hurting the girl receiving?

You were in the middle of one of the videos, feeling both horrified and intrigued, when the door unlocked and Leah walked in. Because, of course, she would walk you in the middle of your research.

Your stomach dropped. You felt like a teen again, getting caught while searching for 'girls kissing girls' on the family computer.  

You threw your phone down on the sofa, but the video kept playing. Loud moans echoed through the room, and you looked up at Leah as if you were guilty, because you were.

Leah blinked, dropping her training bag by the door, she took exactly three steps closer to you. She looked at the sofa, where the phone was still pretty much playing porn, and then she looked at you, horrified, as if this was the last thing she expected to come home to.

"Oh," she started, a grin on her face, "you're watching porn? It's the middle of the day, girl."

You open your mouth to try and defend yourself, but the moans playing on your phone didn't help, your face burned, and you stared at Leah with your mouth agape.

"What?! Of course not" You lied, but then gave up when your voice came out super high-pitched.  "I mean…yes? But not in a weird way, okay? I was studying!"

"Studying?" Leah asked, teasing in her voice. "Studying what? Sexology?"  

She flopped onto the sofa and tried to grab your phone, but you were faster and snatched it back, quickly closing the tab, feeling relieved that the room was quiet again. Well, kind of quiet; you could still hear your heart beating fast against your chest. 

"I was genuinely studying!" you said as you buried your face in your hands, too embarrassed to look at Leah. "I–"

You couldn't say it. Leah always said that you could be open to her about sex, but it was hard to do it.

"Hey, come here," Leah wrapped her arms around you and brought you closer. "Not gonna tease you anymore, alright?"

She kissed the top of your head. "Do you wanna tell me what you were looking for?" she asked gently, seeing how embarrassed you were. "Is it something you want us to do?"

You slowly nodded, burning your face on the crook of her neck now. "Yes," you whispered.

"What is it?" Leah asked in the same gentle tone as before.

"I just…" You breathed, trying to find confidence. "I wanted to learn how to use the strap… like really use it, to be the one doing it."

You felt as Leah stilled, for a moment, but she tried not to show it. 

"Oh, okay," she said, as if she was trying to understand it, as if she really didn't expect those words to come out of your mouth.

"But-but not in a weird pressure way!" you rushed out, finally taking your face from Leah's neck to really look at her. 

"I just… I wanted to do something for you. I know you're usually the one who, like, takes care of me, and I wanted to do that for you for once." You explained, feeling your cheeks burn as you fidgeted with your fingers. "I have never done it before, and, ugh, I wanted it to be good…for you."

Leah looked at you with the softest eyes you had ever seen. She leaned forward, taking your hands into her own, her voice softening. "Love, you don't need to do anything for me, or take care of me like that."

"But," you look down at your lap, watching as Leah caresses her thumb on the back of your hand. "I want it, if you want to…I just, you'll have to walk me through it.

Leah held your chin up, so you were looking at her blue eyes. "If you want it, I'll be more than happy to do it, okay? We can talk it slow, I'll tell you what to do, no need to see porn."

You rolled your eyes playfully and kissed her cheek.

"Really?" you asked, "It'll probably be bad though."

Leah laughed. "Yes, really. And I doubt you would do anything badly, we can just…be ourselves, no pressure, yeah?"

You nodded slowly, trying to let her words sink in. It didn't need to be perfect, if only it needed to be genuine. Leah would help you; she always did.

She kissed your forehead. "But maybe not tonight, though, my leg is killing me."

"Oh," you said, looking at her thigh. "Did you pull a muscle again?"

Leah nodded, lifting her pants so you could take a look. "Yes, we were doing a drill…I went straight to physio."

"My poor captain," you said, kissing Leah's cheek. "I'll get some Ice, you stay here."

And just like that, your relationship was back to normal again. Your only concern was to make Leah feel better. But still, the whole conversation about the strap still echoed through your mind.

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The conversation about the strap didn't happen again, not formally, at least. 

It was Saturday night, and Leah had spent the whole day training. She came home very tired, and you thought nothing sexual would happen. 

You were lying in bed, Leah's head on your chest as she talked about the upcoming game. The lights in the bedroom were dim, which made it seem very cosy and comfortable. First, Leah kissed your neck innocently, just like she did several times.

You didn't think too much of it. But then she did it again, but using her tongue, leaving a wet path from the top of your neck down to your clavicle. You knew right away what she wanted.

"Do you wanna do it tonight?" Leah asked as she kissed your jaw. "The strap?"

It was happening, it was finally happening. You looked down at her and kissed her lips. "Yes, please."

"Okay," she said, starting to get up, but you held her down. 

"No," you told her, pressing her gently back into the bed. "I'll get it, just stay here."

Leah wanted to argue, but she saw how determined you were. If you wanted it, she would let you. Leah wasn't used to being the one who stayed in bed, the one who was taken care of; it was weird for her, but maybe she should try and embrace it a little.

You walked through the room until you reached the drawer where the sex toys were. They were all in a lilac box, all the vibrators, lube, everything. You took the strap and looked at all the options of silicone dildos you had.

There wasn't a lot, but there was a fair amount, enough for you to get confused about what to pick. Normally, you went for the smaller one, but it was your first time using the strap on Leah, you weren't sure if smaller was the best option, maybe Leah would want something bigger?

You probably spent too much time looking at the drawer, because Leah's voice came through the room. "Do you want help picking one up, baby?" Leah asked;

You felt embarrassed. You were the one doing it; you should at least know what to use. You groaned to yourself before slowly turning your head to Leah and nodding shyly.

"I don't know–" you began. "We have a few options, I don't know which one's better or…which one you want."

Leah smiled gently. "Why don't you take the medium on?" She suggested. "And some lube too, yeah?"

"Okay," you said in a small voice, doing exactly what she told you.

You took off your clothes and trieed to ignore the way Leah's eyes felt heavy on your back. Then, you slowly put the strap on, but paused.

It would be awkward, right? To walk in Leah's direction with the strap and dildo just… hanging there? You didn't mind when Leah did it (you thought it was hot, actually), but Leah knew what she was doing. You, on the other hand, didn't.

You decided to just put the harness around your hips and hold the toy. Yeah. That was a good idea.

You walked to the bed, holding the lube and the dildo in your hands. Leah watched you walk, her eyes hungry, a grin on her lips, as if she was enjoying this way too much.

"You look pretty," she said as you crawled onto the bed, placing the lube and the dildo on the nightstand.

"I feel ridiculous," you confessed, as Leah brought you into her lap.

"No," she said, kissing your chest until her lips wrapped around your nipple. "You're very hot right now, look…"

Leah latched onto your nipple, sucking gently as she took your hand and guided it down her body. Your fingers met her wet cunt.

"This is how much I want you," she said as she guided your finger inside her. You let her dictate the rhythm. "I could never think anything bad of you."

You moaned, feeling how wet she was, how well her walls adjusted around your fingers.    You could only imagine how tight she would feel around the strap.

"Can you give it to me? Baby?" she whispered in your ear as you curled your fingers just the way she liked. "I want you to fill me up."

You nodded desperately and took your fingers out of her, quickly attaching the dildo to the strap. You opened the bottle of lube and spread it around the dildo.

You felt silly as you looked down at your waist. You could only hope Leah's words were true, that she was enjoying herself. Your hands shook a little as you adjusted the harness around your hips. It looked a little awkward, a little too loose.

"Ugh, is that right?" you asked shyly, looking at Leah and biting your lip.

"Here," she said gently, sitting up to adjust the straps. Her hands brushed your thighs as she pulled something, making it tighter around your hips. She also fixed the angle, so it wasn't leaning as far to the right as before."Now it is."

You nodded and said a small "thank you" before climbing over Leah and straddling her. Leah cupped your cheeks and brought your face down, kissing you deeply, slipping her tongue into your mouth.

"You'll tell me, right?" you asked against her lips. "If it's not right."

"I will, baby, don't worry," she said, her hands on your hips, bringing you forward as she spread her thighs so you could adjust yourself. "I'm already feeling amazing."

This time, you kissed her, a slow kiss. You tried to focus on Leah, only on her. You smelled the shampoo she used, tasted the wine you two had shared hours ago.

It was going to be fine. It was only you and Leah now.

Leah was probably getting impatient because her hands tugged you even closer, her breath warm against your cheeks. "Go on, love."

You nodded and looked at her one last time before taking the dildo and slowly sinking into Leah, just a little. Leah let out a breathy moan. Her eyes were closed, but her hands never left your hips.

"Yes… just like that, baby," she whispered. "You're doing so good for me."

That gave you confidence, so you pushed a little more, watching as Leah's cunt swallowed the strap. She was taking you so incredibly well. You didn't know why, but you felt… proud of Leah, for some reason you couldn't quite explain.

Did Leah also feel like that when she strapped you? It was one hell of a feeling. It made you feel warm inside. It made you want to see how much more Leah could take.

"Move now, love," Leah said, pulling your hips. "You can move. Please."

"Okay," you breathed.

You moved slowly, very slowly. Your eyes flicked between the dildo and Leah's face. You didn't know which you wanted to look at more. You chose Leah. 

You noticed every single expression she made: every gasp when you hit her g-spot, every shiver when you rubbed the strap against her clit.

Leah was the one being strapped, but somehow, you still felt like she was in charge. Her hands remained on your hips, grounding you, guiding you. She asked you to go faster, so you did.

But at some point, your thrusts started to feel awkward, uncoordinated. You faltered and stopped completely, looking at the toy still buried inside Leah as if it were to blame.

"Love," Leah said gently, cupping your jaw. "You're making me feel so good. Keep going, yeah?"

You blushed and leaned down, kissing her again as you found a new rhythm, one that didn't feel awkward, one that made sense.

Leah's body responded to you. She lifted her hips, moving with you. It was like both of you were in sync now, like your bodies just fitted together perfectly.

Leah moaned again, this time she said your name. And that sense of pride came rushing through your body once more. Leah's cheeks were flushed, she was biting her lips, her breathing was uneven… and all of it because of you.

You took off the shirt Leah was wearing, lifting it from her body. You kissed her neck, trailing down to her tits, latching onto one of her nipples as you thrust deeper and deeper each time.

It was like you were intoxicated by Leah's body, and still, you wanted more. You wanted to see her come undone with you inside her.

You kissed her in a wet kiss, your hand twisting her nipple. "I love you, Leah. So fucking much," you whispered, almost breathless.

It was like your words had power, because just like that, Leah came, moaning quietly as her hand tangled in the bedsheets. You kept thrusting (more gently now) until Leah's body was completely relaxed beneath you.

"Uhmm," she kept moaning softly as you worked yourself into her. 

"I love you," she said, her hand moving from your hips to rest on your rib cage.

"You're so pretty," you murmured as your fingers touched her clit.

Leah whined, but didn't tell you to stop, so you didn't. You played with her clit as you found a new rhythm. It was faster, more precise now.

"I wanna make you come again," you said. "Is that okay? Or too much?"

"It's okay," she said urgently, thrusting her hips against you. "More than okay… want it. Want you."

You smiled and kissed her, moving your fingers fast and deepening your thrusts, listening to the wicked sounds Leah's wet cunt made every time you buried yourself inside her.

It didn't take long for Leah to come again, and this time, she wasn't quiet about it. You watched as her mouth opened and her brow wrinkled, and then softened completely. Leah was more sensitive now. She asked you to pull away, saying it was too much.

You did what she asked, pulling out gently before collapsing beside her. You had no idea how tiring strapping could be; you could feel every single muscle in your back, every fibre in your thighs burning.

"It hurts a bit, right?" Leah breathed beside you, turning her head.

"Yeah," you said, wrapping an arm around her torso and pulling her in so she was lying on your chest.  "A lot. You're actually a superwoman… you do that, like, three times a week and don't get tired."

Leah laughed, kissing your lips. "I do get tired. I just do a lot of work in the gym to keep up with your sex drive."

You blushed, burying your face in the top of Leah's head. "Oh, don't start… you're gonna make me more embarrassed than I already am."

"Why are you embarrassed?" Leah asked, her voice shifting from teasing to gentle.

"Because it was a bit… sloppy, wasn't it?" you said carefully. "Like, me with the strap? it wasn't as good as you are."

"Baby." Leah held your face in both hands. "You made me come twice. I promise you, it wasn't sloppy. It was perfect."

You stayed quiet for a few moments, just enjoying the moment, the company, the warmth of skin-on-skin.

"I think I need to take the strap off," you murmured into Leah's hair. "The harness is itchy."

"We can find one that doesn't itch," Leah replied, though from her tone, she was almost asleep.

You slowly got out of bed and pulled the duvet over Leah's body. Her eyes were closed now, and she was fully relaxed. You kissed her cheek before removing the dildo from the harness and slipping it off your body.

It was a struggle to take off, but you didn't want to wake Leah to ask for help.  Once everything was clean, you put it away in your box before returning to bed and lying beside her.

You couldn't help the smile on your lips. You did it, and it felt so incredibly good.

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A/n: hope u guys liked it <3

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Moods - Aggie Beever-Jones

Summary: Y/n thought Aggie would be too tired after the intense day of training they both had, but she was clearly wrong.

Warnings: (+18) fingering, use of dildo, and oral (all r receiving); squirting, mentions of overstimulation, plus Aggie being a sweetheart and giving aftercare.

Word count: 2.5k

A/n: I was learning how to write smut, be nice haha - finished writing this may 17th (? draft)

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Aggie and Y/n had just returned home from a very hard day of training, and their muscles were aching, especially their legs. But as they walked into their bedroom, it was like Aggie’s demeanour shifted out of nowhere. 

Her blue eyes were sparkling mischievously, and her lips curled into a smirk that sent a shiver down Y/n’s spine. She already knew what was coming.

“Aggie,” Y/n sighed tiredly, but already felt Aggie’s eyes running through her body. “Not tonight, please.”

“Not tonight, what, lovie?” Aggie asked very innocently, already reaching for the door to close it behind them. “I’m not doing anything…”

Y/n knew that tone all too well. She had been dating Aggie for a few years now, to know what that tone meant. It was the beginning of one of Aggie’s moods, as she liked to call them. 

Aggie would become…cooky, smug, and bossy, always one step ahead of Y/n. It was both infuriating and endearing. It was like Aggie was getting ready to be in full control of Y/n, like she was getting ready to hunt a prey.

It always began as something subtle, but if Y/n was being honest, she hadn’t noticed it until now. But it all made sense why Aggie was so touchy lately.

Aggie’s hands were always on Y/n, guiding her, touching her in some way,

Whether they were grocery shopping, with Aggie’s hand resting possessively at the small of Y/n’s back, or at home, where Aggie would shamelessly grab Y/n’s butt as she attempted to do some yoga.

Aggie’s touch was a constant presence. Tonight was no different. 

Aggie was behind Y/n, her hands roamed Y/n’s belly, underneath her shirt, her breathing was on Y/n’s ear. Then, Aggie pulled her closer by the hip, holding her still.

“You just looked so pretty today,” she kissed her neck slowly. “If I could, I would have taken you right there on the pitch in front of everyone.”

“Aggie–” Y/n said, pouting. “I’m tired, everything hurts, I just need to lie down.”

Y/n truly was tired. There was a big game coming next week and the team needed to be ready, both mentally and physically, but it felt like the manager wanted to stretch the players thin.

Y/n wasn’t even sure how Aggie was able to initiate anything right now, but well, Aggie’s body was always more resilient than hers.

Aggie took the hem of Y/n’s shirt and pulled it over her head. Y/n didn’t fight it; she wanted to be out of that shirt anyway. The seam was irritating her skin on her left rib.

“You don’t have to do anything, though,” Aggie whispered. “Just lie on the bed for me while I take care of you.”

Y/n turned her head just enough so she could look at Aggie. “If we do it, you’ll seriously need to do everything, I’m genuinely exhausted.”

Aggie smiled and pecked Y/n’s lips. “I’ll do everything gladly, I swear–now let me take your clothes off, yeah?”

The blonde took off Y/n’s bra and her hands were quickly massaging both her tits, her hand was cold on her body, which made her nipple harden. 

“I love your tits so much,” Aggie purred, taking one nipple in between her fingers and twitching it.

Y/n’s back arched slightly as Aggie continued giving attention to her chest. She was still tired, of course, but she didn’t feel so consumed as before. Now she wanted Aggie, and only Aggie.

Unfortunately, for Y/n, Aggie let go of her tits to take off her training shorts, and in less than a minute, Y/n was completely naked in front of her. 

Aggie took her by the hand and let her lie down on her back on the bed. Y/n had barely hit her head on the pillow when she felt Aggie’s hand already parting her thighs.

“She looks very pretty,” Aggie purred looking at her cunt. “Very needy too, it doesn’t seem like your pussy is too tired to me.”

Y/n moved her hips, trying to get Aggie to touch her. 

“Baby, please, yo-you said you would take care of me,” she whined, feeling herself contract around nothing. “Want you, please?”

Aggie kissed Y/n’s belly and then the inside of her thigh. “Oh, now you want me?” 

“Yes, please,” Y/n said, almost begging.

Aggie smirked, but was nice enough to give Y/n one of her fingers. She slowly inserted it, careful enough to give small thrusts, not to overwhelm Y/n’s body too much.

“Like that– so good,” Y/n moaned, closing her eyes as Aggie added another one. “Fuck.”

Aggie’s fingers were covered in Y/n’s wetness, and Aggie loved it. There was no better place to be than in the middle of Y/n’s thighs, with her finger deep in her pussy, feeling how wet and warm her walls felt.

Aggie’s fingers continued their work. “I knew you needed me, baby, but I still think you need more.”

And just like that, Aggie took off her fingers and got up from the bed. Y/n wanted to cry, and well, she did cry a bit. Tears were already running down her face.

She was ready to call Aggie back when she saw the girl opening up their sex toys box. She took out a dildo; it wasn’t the biggest one they had, but it was still big. The player took a bottle of lube before making her way to the bed.

Y/n’s eyes were wide looking at the sex toys, but they became wider when Aggie got the toy close to her mouth.

“Open, lovie,” Aggie said. It wasn’t a question, but a demand. 

Y/n hesitantly opened her mouth, and Aggie carefully placed the head on her tongue before thrusting bit by bit inside her mouth.

“You need to get it wet so it doesn’t hurt you, yeah?” 

Y/n nodded, taking more of the toy, swirling her tongue around it while she looked right into Aggie’s eyes.

Aggie placed her hand on Y/n’s cheek, rubbing her thumb on her skin. “You’re being so nice to me; I think you deserve to be fucked now.”

Y/n nodded exasperatedly, still sucking at the dildo.

“Spread your legs for me then,” Aggie said. “Let me see how much you need me.”

Y/n did what she was told, and Aggie moved from her side of the bed and was now lying on the bed, her face right in the middle of Y/n's parted legs, looking at her cunt.

“Very pretty.” Was the last thing Aggie said before she opened up the bottle of lube and spread the liquid into the toy before slowly thrusting the dildo inside her cunt with her hand.

Aggie was patient, she took her time playing with Y/n. Kissing her neck, leaving marks; then kissing her lips and biting into them; all while moving the dildo at a pace that made Y/n roll her eyes.

It could have been minutes, it could have been hours; Y/n wasn’t sure. All she knew was that her face was completely flushed with arousal, her eyes closed, feeling the ecstasy filling her body as her orgasm was approaching.

She was a complete mess. 

Her legs were hurting from the intense training from before, but now they were hurting from being spread open for so long. It was like her body was jelly, like she had surrounded her body with Aggie.

And it was exactly what the Aggie wanted, to see Y/n lose control; to let go for a moment and just let Aggie take care of her.

It was an interesting contrast. While Y/n was a wreck, Aggie was next to her, fully clothed, hair in place, without a single sweatdrop dripping from her forehead.

Aggie’s smug grin widened as she watched Y/n’s pussy swallow the dildo whole. She took the toy very well; she didn’t even complain, not once. 

The sight was enough to make Aggie’s own pussy clench with desire; she might be clothed, but her underwear was a complete mess, and she had Y/n to blame for that.

Aggie leaned in, her lips brushing against Y/n’s forehead in a tender kiss. “You’re perfect.”

“Aggie,” Y/n whimpered, her body already trembling with overstimulation. “Please.”

Aggie’s response was a wicked smile.. 

She knew Y/n was on the edge, her body begging for release. But Aggie was in control right now, her fingers expertly guiding the dildo in and out of Y/n’s pussy, although she was going at a faster pace now.

“Come for me,” Aggie commanded, her voice low. “Let me see you, love.”

Y/n’s body obeyed, her cunt clenching around the dildo as she came. 

But the feeling that took over her body wasn’t the same as she always felt when she came. No, this time it was different.

“Aggie, fuck–” she said, back arching. “I-I’m confused, I–fuck.”

Aggie smiled, knowing exactly what was happening. “Shh, squirt baby, let it go.”

Y/n’s body didn’t even have time to process; her juices coated the toy, Aggie’s hand, and the whole bed. It was too intense, and for a moment, Y/n felt nothing, only the wetness between her legs and the puddle she had created.

Aggie, on the other hand, didn’t miss a beat. She pulled the dildo out of Y/n, her eyes never leaving Y/n’s flushed face, making sure she was okay.

Then, with a calmness that didn’t seem to fit the moment, Aggie leaned in and cleaned Y/n up with her mouth. Aggie’s tongue was relentless, lapping up every drop of Y/ns wetness. 

It was almost a possessive act, as if Aggie wanted to declare ownership of Y/n’s body and what she had in between her legs.

Y/n’s shuddered at the intimate contact with her pussy clenching once more, it was too much, too much and too little at the same time. As if Y/n’s skin receptors had stopped working and didn’t know how to handle everything that was happening.

When Aggie finally pulled away, her lips were slick with Y/n’s arousal. She smirked, her eyes filled with mischief. 

“Was that good, baby?” Aggie asked, completely casual, as if she were asking if Y/n liked a new dish.

Y/n could only nod, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. Aggie’s smug grin got even bigger, her victory clear. 

Then Y/n placed her arm on her face. 

“I squirted,” she mumbled, feeling the embarrassment creeping in. “I-Im sorry, I made a mess.”

The grin on Aggie’s face completely disappeared as she lay down next to Y/n, taking her arm from her face and looking into her eyes. 

“Hey–” she began, kissing Y/n’s forehead. “None of that, you don’t need to say sorry.”

There was a pout on Y/n’s face. She tried to fight the tears coming in, but she couldn’t. She wasn’t even sure why she was crying, maybe it was just the way her body found to deal with the overstimulation.

Aggie was patient with her. She kissed each tear away until Y/n was composed enough. “Feeling better?” Aggie asked, kissing the tip of her nose.

“I’m still embarrassed…” the girl said. “We just changed the sheet yesterday, and now they are all dirty and–”

“Shh,” Aggie shut her up with another gentle kiss. “First, they aren’t dirty, second, I’ll just change them, we did laundry, we have new ones, so don’t worry about that.”

“I’m just happy you squirted,” Aggie continued, a grin on her mouth. “You don’t do it often, I love it when it happens, you look so hot.”

Y/n took a pillow that was lying next to her and placed it on her own face.  “Ugh, stop talking about it!” she murmured against the pillow.

Aggie rolled her eyes, taking the pillow away and tossing it to the floor. 

“You’re so shy about it,” Aggie smiled. “It’s cute, but if you want, I’ll stop talking about it.”

“You lie,” Y/n said, looking at Aggie. “You’re smug, you’ll never shut up talking about making me squirt again.”

Aggie playfully put a finger on her chin. “Hmm, I guess you’re right, I am smug and I do feel a little proud whenever I make you squirt, but I promise I won’t talk about it until…tomorrow, how does that sound?”

“Good,” Y/n said in a small voice. “I want to sleep.”

“Not now,” Aggie said sweetly. “Need to get you into a bath and then you need to eat something, you haven’t eaten anything since lunch.”

“Hm, don't want to,” Y/n mumbled, already pulling the blanket over her head. 

The exhaustion from the day and what they had just done was settling deep into her bones, making even the thought of moving seem impossible.

She just wanted to have one of those great post-orgasms sleeps. The ones that made her sleep through the whole night and wake up as if she were another person.

Aggie sighed, gently tugging the blanket back down. She was determined to care for the girl, but now, in other ways.

“I know you’re tired, but you’ll feel worse in the morning if you don’t take care of yourself now.

“Don’t care”, Y/n grumbled, eyes still firmly shut. “Too tired to move; you did a number on me, that’s completely your fault.”

“Well, if it’s my fault, let me make it right,” Aggie replied, her voice a mixture of exasperation and fondness. 

She sat on the edge of the bed and brushed a strand of hair from Y/n’s forehead. 

“Come on, just fifteen minutes, I swear,” she continued, trying to persuade the girl. “You don’t need to have a bath, it will take too long to fill it, we can just use the shower and you can turn it into that extremely and unbearable high temperature you like.”

Y/n cracked one eye open, suddenly interested. “Oh...a hot shower?”

“Yes,” Aggi said, smiling. “And I’ll order food and get everything ready for you when you come out.”

“What food?” Y/n asked.

“Thai food from that place we went last week–curry, spring rolls, everything.”

Y/n groaned, torn between her body’s demand for sleep and her stomach’s sudden interest in food. “That’s playing dirty, Agnes.”

“I do what works,” Aggie replied with a shrug. She stood up and held out her hands. “Come on. Shower first, then food, then you can sleep for twelve hours straight if you want.”

“Can’t move, you wrecked my leg,”  Y/n whined, though she was already pushing herself to sit up. “It’s your job to carry me now.”

Aggie rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. 

“Come on then, I’ll take you,” She leaned down and helped Y/n to her feet, letting herself steady her legs. “You okay?”

“Uhum,” Y/n nodded. “My legs just hurt, I’m not even sure if it’s because of training or because of you.”

“Let’s say it’s because of training,” Aggie said, opening the door to the bathroom. “That way I won’t feel guilty.”

Aggie turned on the shower for Y/n; she knew it was the right temperature when the drops of water burned her skin. She still didn’t know how Y/n could take a burning shower, but she liked it, either way.

Y/n took her shower while Aggie took off her own clothing, joining her seconds later, but not before ordering the food she had promised Y/n. It was going to be done in thirty minutes, so both girls had a lot of time to enjoy each other’s company.

And yeah, Y/n couldn’t feel her legs, but she wouldn’t ask for anything else.

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a/n: Please let me know if you guys liked it <3

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[rmkrwoso]

Babies of the team - Vicky Lópes

Summary: Vicky and Y/n want to hide their relationship, but they aren't very subtle about it.

Word count: 2k

a/n: reader and vicky are the same age here (18/19) - wrote this on may 17th (draft)

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Vicky López and Y/n have been dating for a while now, three months to be precise,  but with both of them being the youngest players on the team, they have decided to keep their relationship a secret for now.

They loved being around each other, and they had fun. Y/n would laugh at any joke Vicky would say, and Vicky would always be the guinea pig whenever Y/n would try to create a new baking recipe. 

And after all of that, they would go to Y/n’s room and make out for hours. It was a very good, very happy relationship. 

It was the kind of relationship that they wanted to share with the world and their friends/teammates.

But their teammates’ constant teasing about their ‘friendship’ made them nervous. The team, especially Patri and Pina, weren’t blind to Y/n and Vicky. 

They knew they had something going on, but whenever they would ask, Vicky would try to change the subject while Y/n would get straight up red and turn around.

Still, the team wasn’t a hundred per cent sure about what they were. When Pina would start teasing them in the locker room, Alexia was already there, smacking her playfully in the head, murmuring “Deja a las niñas en paz’ [Leave the girls alone.]”

Knowing that they weren’t as subtle as they would like to be, both girls were very careful around each other. They still sat next to each other on the bus or the plane when they had an away game, but they never shared a room in a hotel, although they did sneak out in the middle of the night sometimes. 

For any outsider of Barcelona, they were just very good friends. For their teammates, they were friends who were still trying to figure out if they were something more. For themselves, they were the best girlfriends in the whole world.

And it was good for now, at least.

But as the time passed, and their three months of dating turned into six, it was becoming harder and harder to ignore the ache in their chest whenever they had to stop themselves from holding hands.

It was getting frustrating, really.

They just wanted to be themselves, just wanted to share what they had with their close friends.

One day, after a hard training session, the two of them are walking back to the locker rooms, laughing over something silly that happened during training. Jana had been hit in the head by a ball Aitana kicked, and it became the joke of the day.

But then, in the hallway, right outside of the locker room, Vicky accidentally bumped into Y/n’s side, which caused Y/n to trip. Vicky was faster, though; she held her quickly.

They froze as their eyes met, and then, Vicky very carefully pulled Y/n closer to her body and pecked her lips.

Y/n’s eyes widened. 

They had never kissed inside the training grounds. Well, except for when they sneaked out to the closest bathroom stall. 

Vicky’s touch was warm against Y/n’s skin. The hallway to the locker room was empty; most girls were already changing to go home, but still they glanced around nervously to see if anyone noticed.

“Vicky!” Y/n said exasperatedly, still looking around. “We can’t do that…they’ll see!”

Vicky rolled her eyes playfully and let go of Y/n’s arm when the girls looked steady enough. 

“No one saw anything, sí?” 

And then, as if nothing had happened, she opened the door to the locker room and held it open for Y/n.

As they walked into the locker room, they found the team already gathered there. Unfortunately, some of the girls had grown accustomed to poking fun at Vicky and Y/n whenever they showed up together somewhere.

Kika asked why Y/n looked flushed, which made Y/n even more embarrassed. Vicky ignored them. 

“Vayan a ocuparse de sus vidas,” [Mind your own business], Vicky said as she opened her cubby to get her change of clothes. 

..

Vicky was good at dealing with the teasing, Y/n, on the other hand, was not.

The next week, when Vicky and Y/n showed up at the morning training session together, because Y/n had spent the night at Vicky’s house and didn’t have a car, the teasing began once again, obviously.

Y/n tried to play it cool, just like Vicky always did, and made a quick excuse to get away.

“I’m just going to grab some water, be right back.” But as soon as she walked off, the teasing continued, this time the focus was on Vicky.

“Oh, so you came here together,” Esmee said, looking at her phone as if she didn’t really care.

“sí,” Vicky said, “I stopped at her house on my way here.” Vicky was impressed by how easy it was to lie.

“Are you sure?” Pina said, lifting only one eyebrow.

“Yes, of course I’m sure,” Vicky rolled her eyes. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Ingrid, who had been very silent so far, finally spoke. “It just looks like she was wearing the exact same clothing from yesterday.”

Vicky shot Ingrid a look of betrayal. “Ingrid! Even you?”

Ingrid held both her hands up. “Sorry, but it’s the truth!”

While Vicky was putting her training kit on, she heard the girl singing:

“Vicky and Y/n sitting in a tree–”

She knew it was going to be a long day.

..

Later, when training was done, Y/n got into Vicky’s care without anyone noticing, and she felt like she could finally let out a breath she was holding.

“Are we really doing this?” Y/n asked, glancing at Vicky as she drove around Barcelona. “Hiding, sneaking around, pretending we’re not together when we…pretty much are?”

Vicky placed a warm hand on Y/n’s thigh.

“At this point, I would say we’re not hiding anything; the team knows something’s going on, but they think we just have a crush on each other.”

“I just want to be able to talk to you like I do with everyone else, without worrying about who’s around, or if someone sees we’re holding hands...I just don’t want everyone to tease us for it, if we do end up coming out as a couple, you know?”

Vicky grinned, “Well, the ‘no-teasing’ part will be the hardest one to achieve. We’re the babies of the team, remember? The teasing is almost mandatory.”

Y/n smiled, just a little, before hiding her face in her hands. “But it’s so embarrassing!”

“They like embarrassing,” Vicky explained, “That’s why they keep doing it, especially with you, you turn into a tomato, if or when we tell them we’re dating, it’s only gonna get worse… but we’ll figure it out, okay?”

Their relationship was still a secret, but they knew they would have to come clean soon, because being in love was a big thing to hide forever.

..

Vicky tapped her fingers nervously against the steering wheel as they pulled into the parking lot at the training ground a week later. 

Y/n was sitting beside her, staring out the window with a distant look in her eyes.

“Are you sure about this?” Y/n asked, her voice barely audible over the hum of the car’s engine.

Vicky stopped the engine and turned to face her girlfriend. 

“I’m tired of hiding, aren’t you? Every time Kika or Pina makes a joke, I just want to say, ’yes, we’re together, what about it?”

Y/n smiled softly. “I  know. It’s just... they’re going to be insufferable.”

“Yeah, but for like a week, maybe. Then they’l find something else to tease us about.” Vicky reached over and squeezed Y/n’s hand. 

“Remember what Alexia told us when we first joined the team? We’re family here, they won’t…judge us or anything, it’s going to be pure ‘big sister teasing’ energy, nothing more.”

“Okay, okay,” Y/n said. “Let’s go and tell them.”

Vicky leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to Y/n’s cheek. “Great, no more hiding.”

Y/n took a deep breath and nodded. “No more hiding.”

They walked into the building together, not bothering to keep the usual careful distance between them. 

It was their third training session in a row, arriving together, and they both knew what was coming.

As they approached the locker room door, Y/n could feel her heart pounding against her ribs. Vicky gave her a reassuring smile when she sensed how nervous she was.

“Just…be casual,” Vicky whispered. “Follow my lead.”

The moment they walked in, all eyes turned to them. Kika, already changed into her training kit, was the first to speak.

“Well, well, well... look who’s arriving together…again,” she said with a teasing grin. “Did you stop by Y/n’s house on your way here again, Vicky?”

A few of the girls laughed. 

Pina and Esmee exchanged knowing glances. In the corner, Alexia was watching the scene unfold with a small smile on her face.

Y/n felt her cheeks heating up, but she kept her eyes forward as she headed to her cubby. Vicky, however, stopped in the middle of the room and shrugged casually.

“Yeah, she spent the night at my house,” Vicky said, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “Yesterday too... oh! And the day before that, as well,”

The locker room fell silent. Y/n froze, her training shirt halfway over her head.

Kika’s mouth dropped open. “Wait, what?”

Vicky started changing into her training kit as if she hadn’t just dropped a bombshell. 

“Did I stutter?”

“Oh… so you two are…” Esmee gestured between them, eyes wide. 

“Dating,”  Y/n finished, finding her voice at last. She pulled the rest of her shirt down and faced the team. “For six months now.”

There was silence.

“Por fin!” [Finally!] Alexia exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “I thought you would never admit it!”

The team erupted in responses. 

Pina was demanding to know all the details, Jana was complaining that she owed money to someone now, and Kika was standing there looking completely stunned.

“Six months?” Patri asked, collecting what appeared to be betting money from several teammates. “And none of us knew for sure? We honestly thought you guys were too scared to admit your feelings to each other, not that you were already dating.”

“Well, Alexia had her suspicions,” Y/n admitted, glancing at their captain, who just winked in response.

“Is that why you were always defending them from the teasing?” Esmee asked Alexia. 

Alexia shrugged. “Someone had to look out for our babies while they figured things out.”

Vicky walked over to Y/n’s side and casually put an arm over her shoulders. 

The gesture was so natural, so comfortable, that Y/n wondered why they had even bothered hiding it.

“So…” Vicky said, looking around at their teammates. “That’s it? No more teasing?”

Kika finally snapped out of her shock and burst into laughter. 

“Are you kidding? This is just the beginning!”

But there was no malice in her words, just the familiar warmth of the team’s banter. 

One by one, their teammates came over to congratulate them, some offering genuine words of support, others making jokes about how obvious they had been all along.

As they headed out to the training field, Y/n felt lighter than she had in months.

Vicky’s hand found hers as they walked, and for the first time, Y/n didn’t pull away.

See?” Vicky whispered. “That wasn’t so bad.”

Y/n smiled. 

“No, it wasn’t.” She squeezed Vicky’s hand. “Though I think Patri just made a lot of money betting on us.”

“Good for her,” Vicky laughed. “At least someone benefited from our...secrecy.”

As they joined the rest of the team on the field, Y/n couldn’t help but think that maybe the teasing really wasn’t so bad after all. 

Not when it meant she could finally be herself, with the girl she loved, surrounded by a team that had become her second family.

..

a/n: ok so i re-read this and I think it's honestly so sweet oh god...

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[rmkrwoso]

tears you won’t let fall - Alexia Putellas

Summary: Alexia wants Y/n to open up, to be vulnerable, but Y/n can't seem to do it.

Word count: 1.6k

a/n: some angst with happy ending (and comfort <3) . finished writing this may 12t (draft)

..

Y/n wasn’t very expressive with her emotions. She never had been.

Not when she was a kid riding her bike and fell face-first onto the pavement. Not when she was playing football and one of the bigger kids shoved her against the goalpost.

She didn’t cry then. 

She didn’t cry later, either.

Not when her first girlfriend broke up with her. Not when she got injured and had to stay off the pitch for five long months. 

Not even when she and Alexia argued, something that, lately, was happening more often than she would like. And somehow, that was the part that seemed to bother Alexia most.

Y/n was sitting on the sofa, he rback against the cushions, staring ahead while Alexia paced in front of her, arms crossed tightly. 

The fight they were having was ridiculous; it had started over something small, a flicker of jealousy, but it had spiralled, like it always did, into something much bigger, thanks to Alexia.

Alexia and Y/n had been dating for a year now. Their teammates and close friends knew.

The world didn’t.

Alexia was calculated when it came to Y/n, especially when cameras were involved.

To anyone watching them in the locker room, they looked like just teammates. Maybe not even friends. Alexia kept her distance like it was part of some strategy plan.

She was calculated about it...cold even.

Y/n didn’t mind. She wasn’t one for big displays of affection. She didn’t need to be paraded around to know she was loved. Alexia always made sure she felt it… just not publicly.

So, Yn was very much surprised when Alexia and Jenni Hermoso - her ex – stood side by side on the red carpet, fingers laced, smiling brightly while photographers snapped away like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Lika Alexia and Jenni were the ones dating, not Alexia and Y/n, but well, for them, they weren’t. Alexia’s smile never faltered; she held Jenni’s hands, beaming at her.

Y/n didn't mind that Alexia wanted to keep their relationship private, but that didn’t mean she was okay with Alexia being physical with other people.

It upset her. More than she expected. So, she did what she always did. She shut down.

Alexia had noticed immediately. 

She sat beside Y/n at the event dinner table, chatting with the other Barça girls who were also at the event, but Y/n didn’t even look at her. Didn’t say a word. Didn’t even try.

Y/n wasn’t the most expressive person in the world, but Alexia could read her like a book, she had to learn how, or else their relationship wouldn’t survive.

Alexia wasn’t melodramatic. She wasn’t even particularly fond of talking things through. But she was always honest with herself, with her feelings, and she made sure Y/n knew exactly how she felt.

Y/n didn’t do the same.

When Y/n pressed her lips just a little too tightly, or started opening and closing her hand under the table, Alexia knew.

She knew something was wrong. She also knew she would spend the whole fucking night trying to pry the truth out of her.

And she was tired of that. Tired of having to guess what was going on inside her girlfriend’s head.

When they left in separate cars, because ‘professionalism’ still mattered even after all that, Alexia was already fuming.

“Just tell me,” Alexia snapped, forty minutes later, pacing in front of the sofa while Y/n sat silently. “It can’t be that fucking hard!”

Y/n said nothing.

“Every time you get upset, you shut down like this,” Alexia continued, running a hand through her hair. “Do you know how stressful it is to guess what you’re thinking?”

Still nothing.

It was like the inexpressiveness(the silence) was a physiological reflex her body had learned over time. She wasn’t quiet because she wanted to be.  She was quiet because… she didn’t know how not to be.

Because it felt like she had to physically force the words out. Her body just wouldn’t do what she wanted. Her tongue would not move, her teeth would feel heavy, and her lips would be dry.

Y/n wasn’t crying. Her eyes were heavy with unshed tears, but they stayed put as she looked at Alexia, unsure how to react. Unsure what to say.

Talking when she was upset made her feel vulnerable. It sent her anxiety spiralling. It felt like opening a door when you didn’t know who was on the other side.

Alexia had never hurt her. She never said anything that made Y/n regret opening up. 

And still (still) her body locked down every time. Maybe it was something from her childhood. Some old scar she had never even realised she was carrying.

Alexia let out a frustrated sigh and knelt in front of her, resting her hands on Y/n’s thighs.

“Look,” she said, voice softer now. “Te amo. You understand that, sí?”

Y/n nodded.

“You were upset earlier because I was with Jenni?”

Another nod.

“Okay,” Alexia said, finally beginning to understand.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. They asked for those poses, for the sponsors. That’s why I did it. I don’t want to hold anyone’s hand but yours, vale?”

Y/n’s lips trembled, but she didn’t cry.

“Are you still upset about the picture?” Alexia asked, her tone quieter now.

Y/n shook her head.

“Are you upset because I’m upset?”

A small nod.

Alexia let out a slow breath, her shoulders drooping slightly.

“You still don’t want to talk?”

Y/n didn’t answer. Instead, she glanced around, reached for a crumpled grocery list on the coffee table, and grabbed a pen.

She scribbled something down quickly and handed it to Alexia.

I can’t talk. It doesn’t feel good.

Alexia looked at the note for a moment, her lips pressing together before she looked back at Y/n.

“Okay,” she said gently. “You’ll talk when you’re ready. No pressure, mi amor.”

She stood, then moved to the sofa and sat down beside her.

“Can I hold you?”

Y/n nodded.

Alexia gently pulled her onto her lap. Y/n straddled her thighs, their faces just inches apart.

“I just don’t understand why you shut down so badly every time we fight,” Alexia said quietly.

Y/n looked at her, unsure how to explain something she didn’t understand herself. Alexia reached up, cupping Y/n’s jaw in her palm.

“You’ve got tears you won’t let fall, huh?” she whispered, thumb brushing lightly over her cheek.

She looked at her for a long moment, something quiet and aching in her gaze.  Then she pulled her closer. Her arms circled Y/n’s waist as she leaned back into the sofa.

“Ven aquí… lay your head here, sí?” she said softly, guiding Y/n’s head to her shoulder. [come here]

“I don’t want you to keep everything inside like that,” she murmured against her hair. “You can drown me in your emotions, I won’t mind. I just want you to feel safe with me. That’s all I want.”

Y/n just stood there, in Alexia’s embrace.

She let herself be held, let herself be soft under Alexia’s touch. Her body relaxed, and her breathing evened out. It felt like peace, but inside, her chest was still heavy, still filled with the things she couldn’t say.

Alexia pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Ay, preciosa,” she murmured. “Ya está, vale? Todo está bien.” [It’s over now, okay? Everything’s alright.]

They sat in silence for a few minutes.

And then it happened: a soft, barely there sniffle. The kind that only comes when you’re trying not to be heard. Alexia stilled. She didn’t know if she should speak or just stay quiet and hold her tighter.

So she did the only thing that felt right. She wrapped her arms more firmly around Y/n’s waist and let her cry. Her shirt slowly dampened where Y/n’s face was tucked into her neck.

And even like that, even crying, Alexia could feel how much she was holding back. There was barely any sound to her crying; there was no sobbing, just the slight warmth of Y/n’s tears on her shirt.

If it weren’t for the wetness, Alexia might have thought she wasn’t crying at all.

“I’m sorry,” Y/n whispered against her shoulder, barely audible.

Alexia closed her eyes, heart twisting. She pulled Y/n in tighter, her hand gently cradling the back of her head.

“Ese,” she breathed, pressing another kiss to her hair, “is my favourite sound in the world, your voice.” [this]

Y/n let out a breath that trembled, but still, the smallest smile broke through her tears.

It wasn’t much. But it was something.

Y/n buried her face deeper into Alexia’s neck, her tears now flowing more freely. Her breath was shaky, words muffled against Alexia's skin.

“I just-I can’t.... It’s like…” Y/n’s voice was barely a whisper, and she struggled to form the thoughts, to form the words. “I don’t know why… It just… makes me feel so… confused?”

Her words trailed off, too tangled in her chest and in her throat to find their way out, as if her body and mind were a labyrinth.

Alexia could barely make out what Y/n was saying, but she didn’t push her to speak more clearly.

She just held her, keeping her presence steady. She was there, and that was what mattered.

“Keep talking, preciosa,” Alexia murmured, though she wasn’t sure if Y/n could even hear or understand her. “I’m here. No need to rush.”

Y/n continued, voice growing softer, the words slipping out between her silent cries.  “It’s like… when everything just builds up, and I can’t… I just shut down, and then everything hurts more.”

Alexia’s heart tightened, though she didn’t interrupt. She knew Y/n needed to say this, even if it didn’t come out perfectly, even if it didn’t make sense to her just yet.

“Y/n, you don’t have to explain everything, just breathe.”

Y/n nodded into her neck, as if hearing those words gave her just a little more room to be vulnerable. 

But she didn’t stop talking, and Alexia just kept her close and listened.

..

a/n: This is for us, girlies who keep everything inside. based on a fight I had with my ex <3 it ended in a break-up and not in comfort, though but it's ok.

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[rmkrwoso]

87 with Patri with a sprinkling of Kika and Jana being the team gossips.

Let them talk - Patri Guijarro

Summary: The team goes out for drinks after training, and you and Patri sneak into the bathroom.

Warnings: (+18) smut, fingering (r receiving)

Word count: 1k

A/n: I finished writing this one on June 3rd (draft)

..

You and Patri had been a secret for a long time. Exactly six months and twenty-eight days.

You were Barcelona's newest signing of the season. They needed a defender, someone who was quick and aggressive. Cata was growing too vulnerable in her positions, as other clubs had been adopting a more contentious strategy for their forwards.

You were the best option available on the market. They had bought you from your previous team, Wolfsburg. Your contract was done on the second day of the transfer window.

That was how good you were. You were very aware of it. And cocky too.

Good thing a certain midfielder liked cocky.

Patri was gentle and sweet. She welcomed you from day one, smiled at you like she smiled at all the girls, and you didn't like that. You wanted her eyes on you all the time.

But tonight, they were.

The team had gathered at a tucked-away bar far from the noise of Barcelona. The kind of place that was not listed in travel guides, the kind of place only known by locals.

It was small, rustic, kind of smelled of cheap beer, and the fries were too oily. You hadn't been here before, and you didn't mind the fries, actually, they had become one of your favourite things from the bar.

You took a fry from the plate and put it into your mouth; the oil was dripping down your fingers.  Everybody at the table was a bit too drunk to see how Patri was watching you in that way you knew too well: Carefully and hungrily.

Without breaking eye contact with her, you brought your hand up and licked the oil slowly. You smirked and then grabbed another fry. But this time the oil trailed a bit lower, it was down your chest, disappearing between your breasts. 

Patri didn't blink as if she couldn't handle the thought of not seeing you. Instead, she reached for her drink and swallowed the rest of it.

"Damn…get a room, "Kika teased, watching both you and Patri.

Okay, maybe not everyone was too drunk.

"This is literally a public space," Jana muttered playfully, rolling her eyes. "Vicky's here. She's, like, a baby. So can you two be proper?"

Vicky was sitting in the middle seat, and Esmee was right next to her, braiding her hair. She looked up at Jana, completely confused. "Mhm…what?"

The conversation was cut short when the waitress arrived with another round of alcohol, courtesy of Alexia, aka the best captain in the world. Thankfully, it was enough to distract everyone again.

You looked at Patri and then, subtly, tilted your head to the right, to the bathroom.

She nodded, a knowing glance in her eyes.

You stood up, and the wooden chair made a noise against the floor, but nobody looked, at least you didn't notice if they did. Maybe you were a bit intoxicated, too. You swayed your hips as you walked, and you took exactly ten steps before disappearing behind the bathroom door. 

It wasn't one of those bathrooms with stalls, it was just a single toilet, a sink and a mirror. It was very small, but you and Patri didn't need much space, not right now. Small was good.

Patri walked in seventeen seconds later, closing the door behind her without making any sound.

She didn't say a single word, either. She grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, kissing you hard. Her lips were warm, she tasted like beer, fries, and something citrusy. Orange juice? Maybe? You weren't sure if she had ordered that.

It didn't matter.

You wrapped your arms around her neck as you stood on tiptoe, trying to deepen the kiss even more. Your tongues were tangled. It was a messy kiss, reckless, too. You realised too late that you probably shouldn't have called her here, not when Jana and Kika were already nosy.

"Patri," you murmured against her mouth, but she didn't stop the kiss. You tried again, but this time you pulled back just slightly. "Patri, baby–"

Ptri pouted, but gave a step back, so she had enough space to look at your face. "What, cariño?'

"Kika and Jana, they–mhhm." Her lips found your neck this time, sucking softly, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to make your nipples harden.

You were losing your mind in a cheap bar, and Patri was to blame. 

You tried again, tilting your head to give Patri more space, a dichotomy from your words. "I'm serious, baby, did–did they see you leave?"

"Uhum," she said, licking a path from under your chin down to the top of your chest, right where your shirt started. "They did."

'Then maybe we should…Patri," you stammered as she tugged down your zipper and unbuttoned your jeans, like she had done a million times. Her fingers slipped into your underwear.

"You're so wet already." She grinned, clearly proud of herself.

'Maybe we should go," you repeated weekly, though your hips were already rolling into her finger.

"No." Her lips brushed your ear, biting your earlobe "We're staying right here. You're not leaving this bathroom until I make you come."

Two of her fingers slid over your clit, in a fast but firm rhythm. You gasped as your hands gripped her shoulders, now it was like you were both moving in sync, Patri was trying hard to make you come in no time, and you were more than happy to help her with that.

Patri always knew exactly where to touch you, and she knew exactly how to make you beg for more.

Your mind was dizzy. But you still didn't forget about the team, who was sitting on one of the tables just a few feet away.

"The girls….fuck," you moaned, your head falling back. Your body was already overwhelmed from the pleasure, feeling the rush of oxytocin running through your body. "Th–they will talk," you managed to say, barely.

Patri pressed deeper, her fingers sinking into you, hitting that spongy spot that made your eyes roll. She filled you completely. Always did.

"Let them talk," she murmured, her other hand steadying you by the waist. "Let's give them something to talk about, sí?"

Then she leaned in, her mouth was close to your ear. "Deja que nos escuchen, cariño" [Let them hear us, cariño]

You were good. Very well-behaved. So you did as you were told and gave Jana and Kika, who you were sure were listening from behind the door, something to haunt them for the rest of their lives.

..

A/n: This was a small little thing.

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[rmkrwoso]

how about 11 with mariona? she's apparently a really good piano player...which means she's probably pretty good with her hands

Clair de Lune - Mariona Caldentey

Summary: Mariona plays the piano, and turns out she's very good with her fingers.

Warnings: (+18) smut, fingering (r receiving).

Word count: 2.7k

a/n: guys, the beginning is a bit melancholic, but I promise the smut is there at the end. - I finished writing this beauty on June 2nd (draft).

..

Mariona was a player for Barcelona. Was, as in the past.

Mariona had received a proposal from Arsenal a few months ago to play for the English club. It was a two-year contract. It was a hard decision, one that kept Mariona up at night, one that made her feel like she was not only betraying her club, but herself as well.

Mariona had loyalty to Barcelona. She would bleed for the club, which she has countless times on the pitch, but she also knew she wasn't getting the time she needed to keep a steady position in the squad.

It wasn't like Barcelona was mistreating her, or making her feel less, it was just that too many new names were growing in the team, and as the seasons passed, it felt like more and more Mariona didn't have the minutes she so much needed in order to be called up to national camp.

So she signed the contract with Arsenal, but first, she decided to talk with her teammates, especially Alexia, Marta and Irene.

The conversation was good, but weird. Mariona felt the same thing for Barcelona as the three veterans did, but they would never do what Mariona was doing; changing clubs was out of the question for them. She didn't feel judged, but she didn't feel understood either.

They were her dear friends, her loyal teammates, and nothing would change that (they made sure Mariona knew it), but still, it was different.

England was different, too.

Too cold, too humid, too much rain, too little sun.

The food was different. Not bad, necessarily, but they didn't use the same ingredients, didn't have the same spices.

When Mariona went to the grocery store, it felt like the fruits, even though they were the same as those from Spain, tasted different, as if they didn't grow on the same soil, as if their trees didn't know the same worms.

It felt lonely, at times. Most times, really.

The girls in the team were nice, but they didn't know what it was like to grow in the sun, didn't know what it was like to comb for seashells on Mediterranean beaches.

Laia's presence was comforting, though. She was a few years younger, but it was good to have a former Barcelona friend with her. If it wasn't for Laia, Mariona wouldn't have come to London.

Shared loneliness was a little more gentle on the heart and on the body.

But then, a new signing came. Y/n.

She was a shy girl, very shy. Her play style matched that. She wasn't aggressive in her defences, she preferred to think ahead rather than wait for the opposition's strikes to get too close.

Y/n didn't talk to Mariona when she first came on her first day of training. She didn't talk to anyone really, so Mariona knew it wasn't intentional.

The next day, she opened up a bit more, told a bit about her own story, and her last club, Wolfsburg.

Mariona had played a good number of games against Wolfsburg, but she couldn't quite remember the girl.

A week passed, and then two. Mariona and Y/n had just shared a couple of words, but nothing more.

One day after winning one of the trophies from the league, Renée had called everyone to dinner at a private bistro. It was one with international food, so after long months, Mariona felt at home as she shared paella with her teammates. Vic, Daphne and Renée were also happy to eat goulash.

Mariona was too entertained in a conversation with Laia and Katie to notice how the girls from the other side of the table were slightly shoving Y/n to the other side of the bistro. At first, Mariona didn't understand why, but then she realised: a piano.

Mariona hadn't noticed it was there before, but it made sense, it was turned to her back.

Y/n walked over, Leah by her side, slightly pushing her with a hand on her back. The girl sat in front of the piano as Leah made her way back.

Leah sat on her chair and said, "Go on, play for us! You can't expect to tell us you play piano and then not play."

Mariona lifted her eyebrows and looked at the girls. For a moment, they shared a look, but then Mariona looked away. She didn't know the girl played piano; she knew Leah did, and that she was good. But not that Y/n did. She didn't remember that being brought up in any conversation, but again, Mariona wasn't the best at locker room conversation.

Y/n looked uncomfortable to be put in the spotlight, her cheeks were flushed, just slightly. If you didn't know she was easily embarrassed, you wouldn't even notice it.

"I don't know what to play," the girl said in a small voice, but already adjusting her posture to get ready to play.

"Just anything," Kyra said. "Honestly, most of us don't even know the difference between two notes, don't be too nervous."

"Yeah," Katie said. "We'll probably clap at whatever... noise you make."

The team laughed at Katie and watched Y/n, waiting for her to begin, but she still looked nervous.

"Why don't you play Clair de Lune?" Mariona suggested from her seat. She knew it was a fairly common song known by piano players; she had learned it when she was eight.

It was a calm, soft-paced song.

The girl looked at Mariona as if a little surprised that she had mentioned anything.

Y/n nodded, looked down at the piano, and carefully began playing the notes Mariona knew too well.

She was beautiful, Mariona noticed. She wasn't sure if it was Debussy's fault, though. Everyone looked pretty while playing his song.

Maybe it wasn't the song, or the piano, because when Y/n finished and went back to the table as everybody clapped, she continued to be more beautiful than ever.

England seemed a bit warmer now, even in the middle of December.

..

The piano had brought them close together. After dinner, Mariona waited until everyone had left and, very carefully, approached Y/n, who was waiting for a cab.

"You were good," she said. "On the piano, very good."

The girl looked up from the pavement to Mariona, holding her purse as if it was grounding her. She looked less nervous now, which was good. "Thank you, I learned it when I was a kid."

That made Mariona smile, she had learned when she was a kid, too.

"Who taught you?" Mariona asked, watching her fogged breath. "My abuela taught me, her grandpa taught her, everybody in my family knows at least a little bit."

"That's sweet," the girl said. "My parents didn't know how to play, or anyone really, but they wanted me to succeed at something, so they made me take some piano classes. I hated it." She laughed at the end, but Mariona noticed it didn't have much fun in it.

"Oh, really?" Mariona said. "They wanted you to be good at something? Weren't you already good at football?"

"Well..." the girl began. "Let's just say it wasn't at the level they expected. In the end, I was mediocre at piano but actually got better at football once I built some muscle, you know."

"Mhm," Mariona hummed.

She wasn't sure what else to say, so she didn't.

...

They had grown closer and closer each day, talking more about themselves, their childhood, and their teenage years. Mariona had grown up in a very normal family, they had taught her piano out of love, and she played football because she liked to run and feel the wind on her face.

Y/n learned to play the piano out of pressure to be good at something; she played football because it was the only after-school activity available, and her parents didn't want her to stay at home too much, saying it would breed too much laziness in her.

Mariona didn't know how parents could think that about a kid, let alone Y/n, who had grown into such a sweet and caring human being.

With each story Y/n told, Mariona wanted to hug her, bring her closer. Until she did.

It was a rainy night, and Mariona didn't know why she had agreed to go out to a park. It was cold and wet, and her shoes made a weird noise when she stepped on rain puddles.

She wanted to turn back and tell Y/n that they could find a cafe, a restaurant, anything to get them out of the rain.

But the girl was too enamoured by looking at a small river that crossed where they were. The river was narrow. It didn't have much water running on it, and it looked like the plants on its side were all plucked out. But still, Y/n looked at it as if it were the prettiest thing in the world.

She was a few steps ahead of Mariona, which annoyed Mariona because she had asked at least four times for her to stay under their shared umbrella.

Mariona took a few steps, the wet rain clinging to her new shoes. The girl was looking at the river, but Mariona couldn't see what she was looking at.

"Do you hear them?" Y/n asked, turning her back and smiling at Mariona.

"Hear what?"

"Them," the girl said, pointing at the water.

Mariona looked at the girl exactly as if she were looking at someone who said they were hearing voices.

"Look," the girl unexpectedly took her hand and pulled her closer to the river.

Her hand was so warm, Mariona didn't know how, given the weather, but still she let herself be pulled along.

"Them. The frogs," the girl said, pointing at what looked like a dark leaf. "It hides itself very well, but I promise it's a frog."

"A frog?" Mariona asked, clearly not understanding what the girl was talking about.

"Yes!" the girl said. "Rana temporaria, very common here."

"Rana?"

"Yes…temporaria," Y/n said, before turning back to the river. "It's very common in England, that's why it's known as the Common frog. It has a very distinct croaking, that's why it's easy to identify which one of the few species it is."

Saying that Mariona was enamoured was an understatement. Even in the awful park, filled with mud and frogs, Mariona felt the intense need to kiss Y/n.

And she did. It was a wet kiss, just like the rain that was pouring by their side.

..

They began dating not long after their first kiss. There wasn't any big proposal or anything like that. It was natural, little by little, Y/n's clothes showed up in Mariona's drawer.

Then Mariona bought an eating bowl for Y/n's cat. After a few months, Mariona left Y/n's pads in the drawer inside her bathroom. Then Y/n just grew accustomed to going by Mariona's house every night to cook dinner, and then to spending every weekend together.

They began travelling to Barcelona together when they had a vacation from Arsenal. It all fell into place. It felt right. Cozy. As if they were a promise made to happen.

Mariona had a piano in her house. She used to play, especially when she was missing her life back home, but since Y/n came into her life, the piano wasn't something melancholic anymore.

Y/n knew how to play, obviously, but she preferred not to. She'd rather listen to Mariona play one of her favourite Catalan songs and sit by her side, listening to it and just enjoying the moment.

Y/n always encouraged Mariona to play more and more. If before she only played when she missed Barcelona, now she played every night, or rather, any time Y/n asked her to.

Right now, Mario was playing. It was a calm song, but she didn't know the name of the song, and didn't know who the composer was. Mariona remembered her grandfather playing it while her grandma would sing it back in Spain. Maybe they had created the song, maybe they were the original composers

Y/n was watching her from the arch of the doorway, a smile on her face. It was late, and she had just one of Mariona's old shirts on. She looked cute and comfortable.

Mariona stopped playing for just a second.

"Come here," she patted the piano bench by her side. "Stay with me, sí?"

Y/n smiled and did so, walking until she reached the bench and sat by Mariona's side, her right leg spread over Mariona's legs.

They sat in silence as Mariona continued to play. Y/n's head was on Mariona's shoulder, breathing on her neck, and it was making a shiver run down Mariona's spine.

Then Y/n's hand moved to rest gently on Mariona's thigh. Y/n was shy when she wanted sex, but she always had her little tells, and over time, Mariona had learned how to read them.

Mariona kept playing the piano, but she leaned over and kissed Y/n's cheek. Then, Y/n turned her head just slightly, and their lips met in a needy and gentle kiss.

The music stopped as Mariona's fingers stilled on the keys. Now the room was in complete silence aside from the sound of their breathing.

Mariona wrapped an arm around Y/n's shoulder and, with a smooth move, she shifted her Y/nso she was straddling her on the bench. Mario kept one of her hands at the small of Y/n's back,  so she could shield her from the edge of the piano.

"Estás muy bonita, cariño," [you look very pretty] Mariona murmured, her lips brushing Y/n's neck.

"You're just saying that because I'm wearing your shirt," Y/n breathed.

"Mhmm, quizás... tal vez tengas razón," [mhm, maybe you are right] Mariona replied with a teasing smile. They continued to kiss, and now they were more tender and slow, but Y/n wanted more, so much more.

"I need your fingers,' she whispered, so softly that Mariona could barely understand.

Mariona paused, kissing Y/n's forehead. 

"My fingers?' Mariona repeated as her hands slipped under Y/n's shirt and trailed along her waist, and that's when she realised the girl wasn't wearing anything but the shirt. She didn't have any shorts or underwear on.

"So you came prepared?" Mariona asked, lifting her eyebrow playfully.

Y/n nodded, and her cheeks flushed in that cute way Mariona liked so much. "Yes, you look really good playing piano."

"Oh?" Mariona grinned, voice lower now, matching Y/n's "You like watching my fingers on the keys? How long are they?"

"Yes," Y/n admitted, voice trembling. "I like how they move... I need them."

Mariona was having far too much fun teasing her, so Y/n took matters into her own hands. As Mariona leaned in to kiss her again, Y/n grabbed her free hand and gently curled her fingers around two of Mariona's fingers.

Then she guided Mariona's index and middle finger down and slipped them inside herself, resting them deep inside her already wet cunt.

She moaned, arching into Mariona's body as Mariona curled them inside of her, hitting the spot she knew so well.

A breath caught in her throat as she closed her eyes. Y/n let go of Mariona's hand and let her do the work, moving her two fingers in and out so slowly, though it was a form of torture.

Y/n was moaning, her mouth in an 'O'. Mariona pulled back just enough to look at her, lips parted, the grin that was on her face was growing each time Y/n tried to move her hips in sync with Mariona's fingers.

"Qué impaciente eres, mi amor…" [you are so impatient, love] she said,  as she teasingly took her finger out of her pussy, just to dive back in.

Y/n was as impatient as Mariona was a tease.

But thankfully, Mariona also had mercy on her. Or maybe she just liked the face Y/n made when she reached an orgasm.

In less than a few minutes, Mariona picked up the pace of her fingers, and with a last curl of her fingers, Y/n came undone on Mariona's lap.

Mariona places a hand on the back of Y/n's head and brought her close, making the girl rest her head on Mariona's shoulder. She filled her cheek with kisses. 

"Estás temblando… respira hondo, cariño." Mariona whispered while holding Y/n's body. "So te dejó sin aliento, no?" [You're trembling… take a deep breath, darling. That one took your breath away, didn't it?]

Y/n didn't have anything left in her body, feeling too overwhelmed with her orgasm, so she just nodded and let herself be held by Mariona.

..

a/n: I really enjoyed writing this, wanted to write something a little melancholic? little "poetic" (if I can call it that), that's why it took me some time to post it. I wasn't sure people would like it. anyways, it's done now.

Also, I was studying frogs at the time I was writing it (had to go out in the rain at 10 pm just to look for some frogs and snakes), that's why I added the river scene hehe.

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damage control - Reader x Alexia x Leila

Summary: Following the end of the Euros, you are the one who holds your girlfriends together.

Warnings: slight angst.

Word count: 4K

A/n: It starts sad, but the end is cute and soft, I swear.

You winced, physically winced when you saw Chloe Kelly was the next one in line to take the penalty. You wanted to be a good girlfriend, supportive and optimistic, but every cell in your body already knew where this was going.

The family area buzzed with Spanish voices, saying things you couldn't quite understand, but their cheerless tone was very evident, and you didn't need to know the language to read the room.

You were sitting next to Irene's family, and the way her wife was pressing her lips together told you everything… you weren't the only one who could already see how this would end, who already knew who the champions of Europe would be.

You could see Leila on the pitch; her face was sweaty, and even from afar, you could see drops of sweat running down her temple.

She wasn't just unhappy. She looked defeated (before the final kick was even taken). Leila was normally very confident on the field, so seeing her like that felt bitter.

Further back, Alexia stood rigid at the end of the line, her bib on. Her eyes were burning into Cata's body as if she could control her movements with the sheer force of her mind. As if she could defend all the penalties if she just wished for it hard enough.

The worst part about watching all of this was knowing Alexia was already spiralling and that Leila was already getting lost in her own mind.

Alexia had been furious since she was subbed off at 71 minutes. After that, Leila was subbed on, at 105 minutes, but you could barely feel happy for Leila as you studied Alexia's body language on the bench.

Her whole body was tense as she sat among the other subs; the players were talking to her, but she wasn't quite talking back.

Alexia had learned to deal with the frustration of substitutions over the years, but only when they made sense for her, only when the team genuinely needed something different, something better than what she could give.

Today made no sense, and even you, who wasn't a player or some football expert, knew that. When the number 11 flashed on the board, every family member around you was baffled, and the confusion on Alexia's face was heartbreaking.

She had walked off anyway, without complaining (because that's what Alexia did), but even Pina looked uncomfortable stepping into the grass without Alexia being there, like she knew it was wrong too.

No one understood Montse Tomé's decision. And now, after the final whistle, after England's players ran around in joy on the garss, you realised that it didn't matter anymore.

The corridor outside the Spanish dressing room had the worst atmosphere you had ever felt. You pressed yourself against the wall, trying to blend in while staff members and other families moved past you.

The medal ceremony was a torture to watch. Leila was crying, and Alexia was standing there, head up, as if she were made of stone.

You watched them walking past the trophy, wishing that you had outlined a previous plan to steal the trophy, just to give it to them; maybe with it, they would smile. Maybe the silver medal wouldn't feel as heavy as it looked.

You felt useless… completely and utterly useless.

All you could do was stand here wishing you could go back in time and maybe…change the scoreboard? Do something other than just watch your girlfriends falling apart while the rest of the world danced and laughed around them.

Sweet Caroline was echoing from the stadium speakers. England's victory song could be heard inside the Spain's side of the Stadium, making everything just a little more sad. Maybe you could cut the wires to the speaker. That would be good, you preferred Rosalía anyway.

Even though you were trying (very hard) not to be seen or to bother anyone, people kept bumping into you in the hallway - uefa workers, photographers, family members you didn't recognise and journalists. All of them moved in a hurry while you just... waited.

Then you saw familiar dark eyes looking right at you, dodging people as she made her way to the dark corner of the hallway where you were.

Leila didn't speak as she reached you; she just melted into your arms like she had been holding herself together for too long, which she had. Her chin was on top of your head, and you could feel her tears (the ones that hadn't stopped since the final whistle) getting your scalp wet.

Leila was soft and seeking when she was sad; she didn't feel ashamed to ask for comfort, didn't feel like her feelings were a vulnerability. She welcomed her feelings and asked for affection when she needed it, especially when she lost something precious to her.

"Hi, bebé," she whispered, her voice hoarse because of her crying.

"Hi, Lei." You pulled her deeper into your body, moving you two a bit to the right, away from the people, so you could actually hear each other. "I'm so sorry."

"I–" She started, but then her words stopped at her throat, and she took a deep breath. "I wanted it so much. We were so close."

You went under her shirt, touching her warm skin, drawing circles, trying to soothe her, trying to do anything to make it better.

You had been through a fair share of losses with Leila and Alexia, both for country and for club, but it never got easier, and still, after all those years together, you never knew what to say; maybe because deep down, you knew nothing would alleviate the hurt they were feeling, but still, you tried.

"I know, love. But you were amazing on the pitch, sí? I want you to know that." You told her, using your gentlest voice. "I'm so proud of you both for getting here."

Leila pulled back just enough to look at you, her cheeks flushed from crying. "Ale won't even look at anyone. I tried to talk to her on the pitch, but she just–" She shook her head and rolled her eyes slightly. "She's so angry, she only spoke to Irene and no one else."

"She'll come around," you said, getting a few centimetres away from Leila to look at her face. "You know how she gets, bebé. She needs time to process, okay? She's not mad at you or the team."

"That substitution was bullshit, though", Leila said angrily, sounding protective. "She was playing well, they all were, yeah, maybe we needed someone faster, but Ale wasn't the one Montse should have subbed off!"

Before you could respond, you saw Alexia emerging from the tunnel. She was mad, her jaw was locked, her eyes squinting, every muscle in her body seemed rigid and unmoving. She looked like she was holding back a scream (or tears).

She moved toward you both, perfectly composure, ignoring everyone around her. As she got to Leila, her touch was gentle and contradictory to how she was portraying herself.

She kissed the back of Leila's neck gently. "Lo siento, Lei" against her skin. [I'm sorry, Lei].

When Alexia's eyes found yours, she was still soft, but you could read her through; she was sad, angry, disappointed… all at once. It was like for just a second, she had the mask of Alexia Patellas fall so she could be just Ale.

"I'm sorry, cariño," she said to you quietly. "I'm sorry it ended like this… that you came here and didn't see us win,"

You tried to reach for her hand, but she had already stepped back. The softness she had just shown you and Leila was gone, and it was replaced by a very mechanical, professional one.

"I need to go to the locker room," she said, taking Leila's hand with her. "Lei, you should come, we have a team meeting."

Leila looked back at you as Alexia led her away to the locker room. Alexia didn't spare another glance at you, which hurt. Neither of them said when you would see them again, so you stayed there.

After forty minutes of having your back against the concrete wall, you just gave up waiting and headed back to the hotel.

You took a shower and ordered some food, unsure if the girls would eat after the team meeting. It had been two hours, and the food was cold now. You texted them, but they didn't reply.

You watched the hotel ceiling with the same careful eyes as someone who had nothing else to do. You had packed your and their suitcases already; you had left changes of clothing and towels in the bathroom in case they wanted to take another shower.

The pillows were fluffed, the blanket had been folded over a million times… everything was done, but still, you wanted to occupy your idle hands.

You were organising the room decor when the door opened. Alexia was the first one you saw; you had, rather foolishly, hoped that maybe whatever was said in the locker room would make Alexia feel better, but it was clearly not the case.

She stepped into the room, Leila just behind her. While the brunette made her way to you, Alexia went straight to the bathroom.

"Ale–" You tried to reach for her with your hands, but she didn't look back, locking herself inside the bathroom.

You stared at the wooden door, not sure if you should go after her, if you should knock.

"She's angry," Leila said with a sad smile as she turned her body so she was looking at you. "Very angry. You don't want to talk to her right now."

You winced, letting your head fall on Leila's shoulder, her medal hanging on her chest. "Did she say something to you?"

"Sí," Leila said, guiding you both to the bed. She let you lie down first, and then let her head rest on your shoulder, her hand placed on your belly.

"I'll talk to her–"

"No, you stay right here," Leila said, rubbing her nose against your temple. "And I'm not hurt, I know she gets worked up like this."

"Still, both of you… lost–" you said the last word carefully, the sound of the shower being turned on reminding you that Alexia was just there in the other room. "--It's hard for you two."

"Uhm," Leila murmured against your shoulder. "Don't remind me we lost, don't wanna think about that."

"I'm sorry," you said, bringing your hand to her hair, undoing her ponytail and massaging her scalp with your fingers. "I know how much you wanted it, Lei, how much you trained for it."

Leila's body was warm against yours; she kissed your cheek, so softly that it made you want to cry. "You don't need to be sorry, bebé. That's football, it can be cruel and it can be marvellous, depending on the side you're playing."

"I'm still proud," you said, repeating the same words as before, hoping they would melt into Leila's brain and stay there.

"Gracias," you could hear her voice breaking, had known her long enough to recognise when the tears were building again. "Bebé, I think I want to cry again."

The bathroom door opened, and Alexia walked out of the shower. Her hair was damp, and she was wearing the clothes you had picked up earlier. She looked soft and comfortable, but her face still had the same stern expression as before.

The steam of the shower was escaping from the door, making the room more humid and warm, just like the outside world, where rain was pouring down.

When Alexia saw Leila curled against you, hearing her soft cries, something in her face shifted to something tender.

"Hey, no, Lei," Alexia said as she sat down on the mattress. You gave her a sympathetic smile, grateful she was finally here with you both.

You missed having her and Lei with you. You've been apart for the last month; you just wanted to have them to yourself now; you hoped they would let you.

She settled by Leila's other side, kissing the top of her head, she murmured something in her ear before talking in a way both of you could hear. "It's okay, Lei, don't cry, please. I hate seeing either of you crying."

You shyly touched Alexia's hand, scared that she might pull away like she had in the hallway (even though you knew she hadn't done it to hurt you), but she didn't. Instead, she looked at you, softly and guiltily.

"You should be crying too, you know?" you said gently. "You can let it all out."

Leila's sobs slowly turned into muffled cries against your shirt, until eventually her breathing evened out and she fell asleep. Leila always slept rather quickly, which was something that always baffled you.

Alexia ran her hands through Leila's hair, watching her with careful eyes. "I don't think you need two people crying on you."

"I think I can manage," you said, opening your left arm, the one that wasn't being crushed by Leila's sleeping body. "Come here."

Alexia hesitated, she always did, but eventually she gave in.

She laid her head on your shoulder, leaving one protective hand on top of Leila's back. Leila's breathing was deep and even now, she was really falling into a deep kind of sleep.

You held both of them in silence, hearing Leila's breathing and Alexia's heart beating. You wanted to talk to Alexia, to discover what was happening in her mind, in her heart. But you gave her escape to breathe, to understand her feelings herself before sharing them with the world. With you.

"We came so close," Alexia began, her voice barely above a whisper. "We scored first, and we were shooting all the time and creating opportunities, and we still lost."

"Yes, you did, bebé." You kissed Alexia's forehead. "I'm sorry for that."

"And... ugh, es tan injusto", she said, more angrily now, but still lying softly against you. "We had a good campaign, we played better games, and it's like it was all for nothing." [It's so unfair.]

You let her talk, your hand stroking slowly through her damp hair.

"I know I'm only saying this because I'm angry, tomorrow I'll wake up and actually analyse the game and see so many things that could have been better, but right now I can only think about how if we just had better defending, maybe Russo wouldn't have scored, or maybe we could have scored more. Mierda, I could have scored, I had opportunities and I didn't take them!" [Shit.]

Her voice was more frustrated with each word. "If I had been faster, I could have shot the ball better right at the beginning of the game, gotten us settled earlier, sí? It would have made a difference, I know it would. Sometimes I felt like I didn't read the game properly… siento que por eso perdimos." [I think that's why we lost.]

"It's a team, mi amor," you said, trying to resonate with her. "You can't blame one person. You can try and blame yourself all you want, but it won't make you feel better, and it won't give you the win."

You had told Alexia this same thing so many times. Whenever she lost, she would put all the weight on her shoulders. "When you're praised, you always say it's a team effort... when you lose, you say it's all your fault. How does that make sense?"

"Sometimes it feels like it is my fault," she said bitterly. "Today it feels like it is. I don't care if it makes sense or not."

Leila shifted in her sleep, and Alexia softened even more, her voice dropping a bit, making sure to be quiet enough. "I screamed at Lei when we left the locker room, I don't even know why. It wasn't even about the game, I think," she confessed

You let her talk, knowing she needed to get it out.

"I was just so overwhelmed. It never gets easier having cameras in your face, happy music playing, people watching as you lose a final like this," Alexia said. "And I have to keep a straight face, I need to ground the other players, I need to be good for them, and I need to–"

"You don't have to be anything other than you, Ale," you said gently. "You can be sad, you can be angry, that won't change the way the girls see you. It won't change what you represent."

"These last few months," Alexia said, her voice getting smaller, "Tengo la sensación de que no represento nada." [I've been feeling like I don't represent anything.]

Her voice was heavy with pain; you just wanted to make it better. "Hey, why do you say that?"

She buried her face against your chest, her head right next to Leila's.

"It's the second final I've lost, first there was the Champions League, which hurt, then the Euros... people keep saying I represent football, that I'm an inspiration to younger girls, but I don't see how second place can be inspiring."

"All of your idols while growing up," you began carefully, "won every single title in their careers?"

Alexia sighed. "No."

"Were all of them the best of the best? Gold medal every day? All day?"

"Not all."

"Did you ever stop having them as inspiration when they lost big titles?"

"I don't like it when you use logic on me," Alexia mumbled grumpily.

You smiled. "Answer me, amor."

"No, I didn't," Alexia said reluctantly. "Th- the amount of titles didn't really matter, just... how talented they were, and if they were good people."

"Then why do you put yourself to such a high standard?" you asked.

"I don't think I have an answer to that," Alexia said, letting her eyes fall shut. "I don't think I want to have one."

"Te amo," you said softly. "It's hard, Leila told me football is cruel, and I can't see it any other way. You were out of the Euros before, she was out at the World Cup, sometimes what feels right doesn't happen." [I love you.]

Alexia was quiet for a long moment, and you thought she might have fallen asleep too. But then she spoke.

"I just wanted to have this," Alexia said. "Lei and I were talking about how we both wanted to give you our medals, have you there with us on the pitch for the celebration."

Your heart broke a little more. "Ale..."

"I know it's stupid…" Alexia murmured.

"It's not stupid, don't say that," you whispered. "Nothing you or Lei feel is stupid. I'm proud of you two; I'm proud of you, and a medal doesn't change that in the slightest."

Alexia finally let herself cry then. She was a silent crier, not like Lei, who sobbed. You only noticed she was crying when her body began shaking gently against you.

The next morning, you wake up to voices next to you. They weren't loud, but you were always a light sleeper.

"Perdón por haberte gritado ayer," Alexia said, her head resting on Leila's shoulder while she kissed her neck softly. "Estaba molesta, pero eso no es una excusa… tú también estabas molesta y aun así no me trataste mal."

[Sorry for yelling at you yesterday / I was upset, but that’s no excuse… you were upset too, and still didn’t treat me badly.]

Leila ran her hands through Alexia's hair; it was knotted and messy, she hadn't brushed it or dried it before going to bed. "Sé que lo dijiste para molestarme, no te preocupes, mi reina." [I know you didn’t mean it in a bad way, don’t worry, mi reina.]

"Aun así…" Alexia sighed against Leila's skin. "Te amo, no debería haberte gritado." [well…/ I love you, I shouldn’t have yelled anyway.]

"Ya es parte del pasado, sí?" Leila kissed Alexia's forehead tenderly. "Let's forget about this." [that's the past now.]

You shifted in bed, slowly opening your eyes and finding your gaze settling on your two girls. They looked comfortable (despite everything), Leila seemed calmer now, her cheeks weren't as red and swollen, and for the first time since yesterday, her eyes seemed dry of tears.

"Bon dia," you said, voice thick with sleep as you rubbed your eyes.

Someone had opened the curtains, and the sunlight was hitting you right in the face. You were sure it was Leila; she had an obsession with the morning sun.

"Bebé," Leila said happily, moving her free hand so she could pat you on the head, careful not to disturb Alexia, who was still lying on top of her.

"Hi, cariño," Alexia said, turning her head where it was pressed against Leila to look at you. "Sleep well?"

You nodded, still a bit dizzy from waking up. You shifted closer, pressing yourself tightly against Leila's side. Since Alexia was lying on top of her, you ended up next to them both.

"How are you two feeling today?" you asked softly.

"Horrible," Leila stated matter-of-factly.

"So sad," Alexia mumbled into Leila's shoulder.

"I honestly think I've never been this upset in my life," Leila continued, her voice still hoarse, as if she hadn't been up for long.

"So, so sad," Alexia repeated, as if she said the word sad enough times she wouldn't actually feel it.

"Oh," you said. You didn't know why you'd been waiting for a different answer; sleep wasn't that miraculous, after all. And the defeat was still fresh, very fresh. It would take them a few days to feel okay again.

You reached over and stroked Alexia's hair, then squeezed Leila's hand. You love physical touch, need it, mainly in the mornings. "That's okay. You're allowed to feel horrible today."

"Can we just stay like this?" Leila asked, a (adorable) pout on her face. "I don't want to face anything, don't wanna see the girls at breakfast... I wanna have breakfast in bed and rot here all day."

"Of course," you whispered, pressing yourself even closer to her, feeling the warmth of her body, wishing you would go back to sleep like this, with them next to you. "We have nowhere to be, we can be miserable in this room as much as you want to. Our flight is only tomorrow, anyway,"

"I should probably get ready for breakfast with the team, though," Alexia said against Leila's body, but made no move to actually leave the bed. "Second captain and all that."

"Yeah, you should," Leila agreed, wrapping her arms tighter around Alexia, a move that didn't seem like someone who actually agreed she had to leave. "You're like... so important, the team needs your presence to have proper coffee."

You bit back a laugh when Alexia lifted her head to glare at Leila grumpily. "Are you being sarcastic, Ouahabi?"

"Me? Never," Leila said innocently, pressing a kiss to Alexia's forehead. "I'm just saying, what would they do without their leader sitting next to them in complete silence with a pout on her face?"

"Lei," Alexia warned, but you could see the tiniest smile tugging at her lips. "I don't pout."

"You do," you chimed in. "A lot, actually."

"I'm like... devastated about losing yesterday," Leila continued. "But I still have energy to make fun of your captain's complex obsession."

"It's not captain complex," Alexia mumbled, still grumpy. "It's a real responsibility."

"Well, technically," you said, "Lei's your teammate, so I guess your captain duties are also in this room; therefore, you should stay here and have breakfast with her."

That earned you a gentle rub on the back from Lei, making you smile.

"If Lei's my teammate, and she's here in the room," Alexia said, seeming a bit happier now, "and I'm the captain, what's your role here?"

"Hmm," you thought for a moment. "I do damage control."

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