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Initiation | Barca Femení x reader

part 1

warnings: insinuations of smut, sexual references, don’t read if you aren’t open to non monogamous relationships lol

you are responsible for your own digital consumption this is not made for anybody below the age of 18!

When it all had been proposed to you, you’d been shocked.

It was no secret amongst the soccer world that certain clubs had certain initiation customs, it was also no secret that inside a lot of clubs, especially the European ones, there was a lot of sexual fluidity across teammates. You weren’t oblivious, you’d heard the many stories from your national teammates, but when you’d signed with Barca and had two of your teammates approach you to talk about the Barca initiation you’d been shocked.

You were having coffee with Keira and Lucy, the afternoon after you’d signed and finished up all the media that had been required of you for Barca to put up on their social media and website.

You were sipping on your iced latte, whilst trying to finish off the pastry that Lucy had bought you, when they’d popped the question.

“Has anybody talked to you about Barca initiation?”

It was Keira who had piped up, her voice anxious from the other side of the table.

This was your first senior professional team that you were a proper member of, being only 22 you’d played the majority of your junior career with Manchester United, and your senior career had been a lot of bouncing between different teams. You’d never signed a contract that had you dedicated to a club for multiple seasons, so Barca was a big change for you.

“Lucy said that she had to sing a song or something.”

You hadn’t really thought about it much, you’d gone through the singing thing at your English call-up when you were 17.

“Right, but there is a little bit more to it than that.”

You looked up from your croissant, one of your eyebrows raised in questioning at your two older mentors.

“Are you going to tell me what you are talking about or continue to look at me like I’m about to explode?”

Lucy laughs, the anxiety on Keira’s face only becomes more prevalent.

“Okay, so a lot of the professional teams have different rituals that happen at the start of every season, initiation nights.”

You nod along, this isn’t new information to you, but the squint in Keira’s eyes at your obliviousness is enough to tell you that you aren’t catching on to whatever she is saying.

“Keira, can you get to the point?”

You're getting sick of Keira beating around the bush like you are a 10 year old.

“Barca has a night every year, a special night, it’s very important to some of the girls, no phones, no technology, it’s a very personal night, where some things that could be deemed unprofessional occur.”

You are still so lost, and you are certain that it’s being portrayed in your facial expression, is she talking about alcohol? Dancing? Pranks? Hazing?

“Keira, just tell me.”

Your statement is a plea, a plea for Keira to end this whole awkward encounter and just get to the point.

Lucy laughs heartily at the terrified look on Keira’s face, when she realises that Keira is stuck at what to say she takes over the conversation, both of her hands thudding down on the table.

“At the start of every season, we all get together, we have fun, no rules. This is different to your substandard initiation, this night is about connecting, on a different level with your teammates, on a sexual level.”

Your jaw slackens almost immediately, your eyes blinking aimlessly as you take in the last piece of Lucy’s statement.

“Now, that’s not to say that you have to do anything, if you want we can forget I just said that and you don’t have to be apart of that part of the night, it’s completely optional, a lot of the girls chose not to participate, but we just wanted to let you know that it is a option.”

An option.

It’s such odd wording, like it’s just an everyday decision.

“Sorry, I just need a few seconds to process.”

You take your time, taking a deep gulp of your coffee and a big bite of your croissant before you look back up at your teammates.

“Can I have a bit more of an explanation? I just want to understand this a little bit better.”

Lucy nods her head eagerly, a big smirk covering her face.

It’s such a taboo conversation to have at a fucking cafe, over breakfast, but neither of the other women seem very bothered by it.

“It’s a free for all, a survey is given out every year beforehand, things you are and aren’t open to engaging in. It’s separate to the other initiation, that happens during pre-season. This is different, It’s all very consensual, and if you choose to participate then you're limited on alcohol consumption, for safety reasons. It’s a lot of fun, a lot of pleasure and exploring. Alexia's been organising it for a few years now, so it’s a very secure process. It’s kind of seen as a final hoorah before pre-season and training starts. Normally they book out a suite at a hotel somewhere, but some years it’s been done at teammates' houses or airbnbs.”

You nod your head, it’s a very interesting concept, one that you are completely shocked by. Sure, you’ve heard about sexual innuendo amongst groups of players in clubs, but this is a completely different level. It’s uncharted territory for you, you definitely aren’t any form of prude or innocent type. You enjoy sex, you’re experienced enough to know that you are good at it. But you’ve never experienced anything near what this is.

“You’ve both been a part of it?”

Lucy nods definitively and Keira nods almost ashamedly.

“You’re okay with your partner being with other people?”

It might be an over step, but you figure this whole conversation is an over step.

“It’s not like that. I speak for both myself and Keira when I say that we both like to see each other having fun, that’s what this is. It’s a night of fun, and it’s with people that we both trust and spend every day with, there isn’t any worries about jealousy. There are a lot of the girls on the team that are in relationships, Ingrid and Mapi are together and they participate, Jenni and Alexia, Caro and Marta, there are also people in relationships outside of the team, it’s all consensual amongst both partners.”

You nod your head, it’s not like it matters to you, your not in a relationship, but it does make you feel a little bit better about the whole interaction.

“Sorry-I’m asking a lot of questions.”

Lucy just smiles and shakes her head.

“Don’t worry about it, I had plenty of questions to ask and I didn’t have a national teammate to ask about it. Ask away, it’s better to ask now then wonder later.”

You nod your head, you are still so shocked by this whole encounter.

“I-What happens at this night?”

It’s a broad question, and you almost palm yourself in the head for asking it.

“I seriously don’t need to give you the birds and bees talk do I?”

Lucy is jesting you, so you roll your eyes, pivoting to Keira with a genuine look of curiosity.

“It differs each year, depending on what people want to do. Toys, kinks, bondage, anything really. If you want to do something, someone is probably likely to want to oblige you. For example, last year, Luce put down that she liked to watch me service other people, and I got the opportunity to do that.”

Keira is stuttering over her words, it’s kind of cute, especially when you catch the glance that Lucy throws at her.

“This is the only time it happens every year.”

Keira cocks her head, looking at Lucy for some kind of permission before shaking her head.

“Not quite, there are agreements between some of the girls, on trips and things often happen but that’s more private, this is common knowledge amongst the team. Although, if you enjoy yourself there is a more than likely chance that more opportunities will come up, if you catch my drift.”

Keira is like your older sister, so sitting down and talking to her about sex has never been something that has ever crossed your mind remotely, but you are kind of glad that it is Kei that you are talking to. Because Keira doesn’t joke around the same as the others do, she wouldn’t make fun of you about something like this, nor would Lucy consider she’s Keira’s codependent.

“So, correct me if I’m wrong, and I'm going to be blunt about this. Every year, before the season starts, the Barca women have a massive sex free for all that’s disguised as an initiation party.”

Keira hesitantly nods, but not before she can correct you a little bit.

“It’s not disguised as an initiation party, there will be other new signings there, Ona, who you would know from United, and a few other girls. I can promise you that the newbies get the most attention, if that’s something you want, of course, there is absolutely no pressure for you to participate, this is about you doing as little or as much as you’d like.”

You take a few minutes of silence, whilst you toss up all of the words that have been spoken in the conversation between you and the couple.

It’s a lot to think about, and the thought is massively daunting.

Especially considering that you are going to be walking into a room full of women that you’ve hardly talked to. You’ve met Alexia, she dropped in to meet you when you were going through the process of your signing, but it had been a fairly rushed interaction and you’d been too busy being in awe of her to even think about anything besides the fact that in a few months time you’d be playing on the field beside her.

“If I said I wanted to?”

Lucy broke out into a fit of giggles, a big smile breaking out across her face.

“I’ll text la capitana, she’ll text you any details, you’ll probably get a visit or a phone call confirming your interest.”

You were still a little bit shocked, this whole conversation felt like it had been a dream, so much so that you’d had to reach down to your thigh and pinch it to confirm that this was in fact your life.

“That’s it?”

Lucy smirked and nodded, reaching over to pat you on the shoulder.

“You aren’t signing yourself off to the devil, Ale will be in contact, if you have any questions you’ll see Kei and I everyday leading up to it, and if you want to pull out at any stage that’s completely fine, no hard feelings, no judgement.”

You nodded your head, unable to do much more than that.

“It’s as easy as that?”

Lucy nods her head.

“Easy as that.”

It’s two days later, when you are properly acquainted with your captain.

You are sitting at your kitchen counter, finalising some university work that you are trying to get ahead of when you are rudely interrupted by the sound of a light knocking at your door.

You close your laptop, and turn down the volume of the playlist you have playing across your speakers, before you jog to the door of your apartment.

The last thing you expect to be faced with, is the face of your newest captain.

“Hola, Capitana.”

You don’t really know what else to say, you’ve had zero warning about this sudden visit, and whilst you are honoured, it’s also a little bit daunting having one of the best players the game has standing right in front of you.

“Lo siento, puedo pasar?” Sorry, may I come in?

You are nowhere near fluent in Spanish, Lucy had been giving you crash courses over the past few months once she’d found out about your signing, you had managed to get a cusp of basic conversational talk, the club had told you that once season commenced you’d be assigned a spanish teacher and a translator, so you hadn’t been super worried about it.

“Please, make yourself comfortable, would you like something to drink? I’ve got water, juice, coffee, tea?”

You list off everything that you can think of, as you open the door fully to Alexia.

“Just water should be fine.”

You are slightly shocked by the Spaniards' flawless pronunciation over her English, and also extremely relieved that you aren’t going to be forced to try and understand Spanish, because it certainly isn’t a skill you’ve even begun to master.

Alexia takes a spot sitting at your island bench, directly beside your uni work that had been the previous centre of your attention, which is now being completely occupied by your Catalan company.

“Here you go.”

You pass the glass over to Alexia, electing to stay positioned on the opposite side of the counter, instead of sitting down beside her. It feels less confrontational, more conversational and less one on one.

“Gracias, I’m sorry for dropping in without any warning, I was in the area and I figured it was best to discuss this all with you in person, I won’t be here long, I don’t want to disturb anything.”

You smiled at Alexia, shaking your head at her.

“It’s no trouble at all, I was just getting ahead of some course work, what can I do for you, Capitana?”

Alexia gives you a wry smile, reaching for her handbag which she’d set down on the floor.

“Please call me Alexia or Ale, none of the formality is necessary.”

You nod at her, Ale, it sounds nice coming off of your tongue, it makes you feel a little bit less terrified of the woman.

“Okay Ale, what can I do for you?”

Alexia smiles at you, a genuine smile that somehow warms your soul, it’s like magic, and you give yourself a mental note to ask Lucy about the effect later on.

“I’m just here to talk to you about our initiation night on Friday, Lucia tells me that you are keen to join in, si?”

You nod your head cautiously, it’s impossible to miss the little dimple in Alexia’s cheek as she licks her lips and smirks at you.

“Perfecta, I can assure you that you will have a lot of fun. Has Lucia talked to you about it, or would you like me to give you a bit of a debrief?”

Technically, Lucy has given you the debrief, but you are curious to learn more and see if Alexia has anything else to add.

“Lucy talked about it, but it was pretty brief and non-specific.”

Alexia nods, and gently pushes a sheet of paper across the table to you, one look at the words across the sheet had your eyes nearly bulging out of your eye sockets.

“On the left, you’ll see a list of girls' names, those are the girls from the team that are choosing to participate. Some just come to watch, others come to please, others come for pleasure. Everything that happens on the night is exclusive to the team, and if talked about outside of the team there are consequences. On the right you’ll see a list of common things that occur. I'll send out a survey to you later, the majority of those things will be on the list, you do not have to engage in anything that makes you uncomfortable, there is absolutely no pressure for you to do anything. Please understand that.”

You nod dutifully at Alexia, your eyes scanning the page and taking in the amount of names as well as different sexual acts and activities.

“We’ve rented out a house, it’s on private land, nice and spacious, lots of privacy. I’m sure Keira and Lucia will take you along with them, you can be as included as you wish, we take care of newbies, anything you want you’ll get, just don’t be shy to ask for it, okay?”

You nod sheepishly at Alexia. This conversation would make you uncomfortable normally, but talking about it with ‘La Reina’ like the two of you are discussing the weather is perplexing.

“Don’t stress about it, cariño, you’ll be well looked after, you are well sought after amongst the group, I’m sure that you’ll be very popular if you desire so. If not, I’m always happy to look after our newest additions.”

Alexia sends you a sardonic smile, sweet and sultry, full of teeth and a chunk of her plump pink lip caught in her teeth.

You think that Alexia can sense that you are stuck on what to say to her, a little bit star struck and still trying to process the words that have just left her mouth.

“Well, unless you have any other questions I'll see myself out, I’ll see you in a couple of days, adios.”

Alexia is up and out of your kitchen in a matter of seconds, barrelling towards the door, your body following hers and managing to speak out just as her hand connects with the brass of your door knob.

“Alexia, thank you for coming around, I really appreciate it, just one last question if you have a second?”

Alexia pivots on her heel, turning around to face you fully.

“Ask away.”

You nod your head, working up the confidence inside of you to ask the question.

“What should I expect?”

You are well aware that it’s a broad question, and you don’t know what kind of answer you are going to receive, but there is a part of your gut that’s just begging for more information, for something.

“You really want a spoiler?”

You nod your head definitively, you aren’t a person who enjoys surprises, you like to know what to expect, what’s happening. You’ve been this way since you were a child, and it’s followed you up until now.

“It’s an atmospheric experience, the feeling, the endorphins. There is nothing that matches being in a room full of people full of desire, nothing like being in a room full of women reaching levels of pleasure they never even imagined. I don’t know what else to say, it’s an out of body experience, there is a reason why it is so sacred amongst our team, as a newbie it’s daunting, I know it’s hard to believe but I was once in your position as well, and the best chunk of advice I can give you is to just let go, let yourself live in the moment whilst you are there, nobody is going to judge you, take a leap of faith, okay? I’ll see you in a couple of days, text me if you have any more questions or if you think I’ve left anything out, even if you just want to chat I’m here, take a read from the list I gave you, it should provide some insight.”

Alexia’s words resonate with you for days to come, the way she talked about the whole situation like it was gospel, her words making it seem like a holy sacrament. You study the sheet she’s given you as if it is the holy bible and you are trying to learn your scriptures.

14 women.

15 including yourself.

That’s a lot of people, and yet as you read over the names it seems nowhere near as magnitudinal as it sounds.

The list of kinks and situations is a source of a lot of your late night self explorations.

You’ve experimented with a lot of things over the years, but some of the things on the list have you weak at the knees just reading them. When your receive the email from Alexia it takes you a whole day to work up the courage to open up the attachments. The first one, as previously discussed is a survey. It has all of the things from the sheet Alexia gave you, plus a surplus of other things, and then some more questions to be personally filled in. It’s near impossible to work through it, it takes far longer than you think it should, but by the end of it you are left with a warm feeling in the bottom of your stomach, anticipation, shock at what you are looking at.

There are four boxes for each topic, yes, no, maybe. And below every maybe box there is a little text box which reads ‘please specify’.

It’s well organised, and you have a feeling that Alexia will have put a lot of time into it, from the very short amount of time that you’ve grown to know her you’re under the impression that she takes her role of captain very seriously.

Fingering? yes. Vaginal pentration? yes. Spanking? yes. Bondage? maybe - no ropes or handcuffs. Oral receiving? yes. Oral giving? yes. Use of toys? yes. Double penetration? yes. Anal? maybe - only experimented but open to trying. Sensory deprivation? maybe - no gags. Humiliation? no. Sex with multiple people? yes. Orgasm denial/control? yes. Sex with a couple? yes. Praise? yes. Degradation? yes. Choking/breath play? no. Dominant? no. Switch? maybe - most likely not. Submissive? yes.

The list goes on, it covers every single thing you’ve ever done and then more, it makes you quiver in the depths of your core, just with anticipation.

Once you’ve finished the yes no part of the survey and answered the questions down the bottom you move onto the other attachment, which from a quick skim over outlines the rules, expectations and details of the night.

The main things that cathc your eyes are the sentences relating to safe words and consent. It seems important so you pay extra attention to it. It talks about the traffic light system, that once you consent to the night it is your responsibility to use your words, there will be regular check ins but unless you use your safe word there is no expectation for anything to stop.

Some other topics that catch your eyes are details about time, place, clothes, etcetera.

The majority of it is just information that Lucy and Keira had already outlined to you, the newbie run down.

Three days later, and you are slowly getting ready for your night to come.

Over the past 72 hours there has been one thing on your mind, tonight. You aren’t spared a minute from your thoughts and when Keira and Lucy walk through your front door, running an hour late you are buzzing. You are well aware of the fact that you look like a 8 year old who has just skulled a bottle of cola, every single extremity connected to your body shaking wildly.

You were lost on what to wear, and it had taken a long chat with Keira yesterday to convince you that apparently it was nowhere near as big of a deal as you were making it in your head.

You settled for a matching sweat combo, just because you figured it would be coming off anyway. It was paired with one of your nicest pairs of lingerie, a red set which was probably leaning towards a size too small. The set accentuated every single part of your body though, it hugged your curves, made your ass pop and your tits look delectable.

It felt almost criminal to cover it up with a tank top and nike tracksuit and sweater, but you also found comfort in the extra layer of clothing, it feels like a layer of armour.

You’ve been sitting in your apartment, contemplating everything for an hour and a half when Lucy and Kei finally show up.

They walk in without any warning, and it’s certainly a sight for sore eyes.

You aren’t sure when was the last time you’ve seen either of them glowing and looking so smiley, but it’s definitely a moment where you take a mental picture for the future.

They’re both dressed similarly to you, and for once you don’t find yourself guilty for being curious about what hides beneath the couple's clothing.

“Hola.”

Even your words are practically dripping with anxiety, your voice shaky and stuttery.

“Hola amor, you ready to go?”

Lucy looks especially delighted.

Her hair is down, something that you don’t see very often. She’s got a light layer of makeup on that compliments her facial figures without making it look like she’s over done it.

Keira looks similar, her hair is down and curled every so slightly, if you didn’t know her so well you probably wouldn’t have realised but the effort is noted inside your brain. She’s also got a very light layer of makeup on, both women look stunning, perfect together, the picture of love.

It makes you hopeful, hopeful that one day you’ll find somebody that looks at you the way Lucy does at Keira, and vice versa.

“Mhm.”

You don’t get up from the couch, all of a sudden you feel unable to move.

Keira recognises it fairly quickly, taking a seat down next to you, her hand falling on top of your knee and squeezing lightly.

“Everything alright, little one?”

Keira’s voice is so soft, it makes you feel safe, like you’re at home.

“Just nervous.”

As far as nerves go, you're fairly certain the euros final doesn’t even match this, it’s weird.

“You know that if you want to back out that’s completely fine, nobody is going to make fun of you.”

You shook your head, backing out was the last thing you wanted to do, but it didn’t make everything else less daunting.

“M’ fine, just need a sec.”

Keira’s hand slowly moves up from your knee, to your thigh, her grip becoming a little bit lighter.

“I can think of a way to calm some of those nerves.”

Keira’s voice is unusually confident, and it surprises you greatly when she reaches down to your chin and pulls it upwards so you’re looking at her.

It’s just then that you realise exactly how close the two of your faces are, so close that you can feel Keira’s breath on your face. It’s warm and it tickles against your skin in a way that you’ve never felt before. She’s smiling at you, but there is a deeper connection through her eyes, the way she's looking at you makes you feel like you are the only person in the world.

“Luce?”

You’re well aware of what this whole night ensues, but it doesn’t settle the slight niggle in your gut that you definitely do not want to be reading this situation wrong.

“Yes, honey?”

Keira’s eyes don’t waiver from your own, even as yours look across the room to look at Lucy, who is giving you a similar look to Keira, somewhat predatory in the best way possible. Her voice is practically dripping with confidence, doused in assertiveness.

You look between the both of them, realising that there is definitely no push back from either of them.

“Please tell me I’m not reading this wrong.”

Keira silences you by pressing her lips to your own, you freeze up for a few seconds, your mouth completely unmoving as you realise this really is happening, that for the last week you haven’t been walking around in some kind of weird dream that’s been created because of some weird delusion in your head.

After a few seconds, you relax into the kiss, moving your own lips against Keira’s and savouring the flavour of strawberry gum and coffee that is fresh on her lips. It tastes how Keira feels, warm and content and it calms down any of the previous nerves that were occupying your stomach, the shaking across your whole body as Keira’s hand on your jaw gently caresses the skin with the pads of her fingertips.

After a few more seconds of Keira sucking and biting at your lips she retracts herself, a big smile on her face as she continues to stare at you.

“Luce you need to try, she tastes divine.”

The compliment makes you blush more than you were already, the redness spreading down to your neck as you feel the couple's eyes on you.

“All in due time Kei, we don’t want to overwhelm her, now I think it’s about time we get a move on, hm?”

You nod subconsciously, your brain still floating on a different planet as you compartmentalise exactly what just happened. All you can think about is how Keira’s lips felt, addictively soft and supple, it’s a feeling that you are certain you won’t forget.

“God you’ve gone and broken her Kei, already?”

The feeling of Keira squeezing your knee once again manages to awaken you from your trance, your eyes darting between the couple cautiously.

“You ready to go, honey?”

Keira’s voice is as soft as her lips, you're so effortlessly enraptured by her that it makes you more than a little bit excited for whatever is to come.

You’ve never seen Keira look this carefree, this cheeky and it makes you feel so much more at peace then you had previously.

You allow Keira to guide you out of your own apartment, your brain still working at a snail's pace so before you even realise you are sitting in the backseat of Lucy’s very nice mercedes. Instead of sitting in the front beside Lucy, Keira has elected to sit in the backseat with you, her body pressed up against your own and her hand resting comfortably on the inside of your knee.

Your knee is bouncing up and down under Keira’s hand, and before you can say anything, her hand is moving up to your chin and rotating it to meet her lips.

This time the kiss is more motivated, more purposeful but sweet all the same.

You give Keira control, your lips practically melting into hers as her hand tangles into the back of your head, tugging at the tresses of hair at the nape of your neck.

It feels so good, so good that you part your lips to moan, instead your sounds are silenced though by Keira’s tongue.

Keira kisses with passion and fervour, it’s quite shocking based off of her personality and all the times you’ve seen her around Lucy, but it makes you giddy on the inside all the same.

“Keira, behave.”

The words come when Keira’s spare hand comes up to your covered breast, you don’t even really notice until you see Lucy looking directly at Keira in the rearview mirror and the look on her face is a mixture of displeasure and humour.

“You're just mad that I got her first.”

Keira’s hand doesn’t move, and it’s fairly clear that Lucy isn’t pleased about it.

“You keep talking like that to me and you won’t like how the night goes for you.”

Keira’s hand quickly moves down from your breast but she doesn’t remove it completely, instead moving it down to your lap again, but her kisses don’t stop, she litters little kisses all over your jaw and neck, all whilst you maintain the eye contact with Lucy in the rearview.

She’s smirking, her eyes don’t leave yours unless they go back to the road, and even when they don’t you keep your eyes on her.

Keira is only egged on by the little sounds and moans that leave your mouth as she finds different spots across your neck and face that make you melt even further into her.

“How does she feel honey? Is she getting you warmed up?”

Lucy’s words are directed towards you, it takes a few seconds for your brain to wrap it’s way around them but once you do you reply quickly.

“Feels good, m’ sorry.”

Lucy’s eyebrows furrow, and when the next red light comes she turns around completely to look at you.

“What do you have to be sorry for?”

Lucy voice is more questioning than accusatory.

“Sorry for getting Kei in trouble and kissing her without your permission.”

Lucy scoffs and Keira snorts from her spot on your neck.

“Oh honey, not your fault that Kei is choosing to be a bit bratty, these nights always get her quite over zealous, as far as kissing her you’ve got my full permission, you don’t need to ask.”

You nod cautiously, moaning as Keira begins to suck a mark right into the pulse point on your neck.

“Kei, behave yourself, you know what Ale said about not getting over excited.”

It’s the mention of Alexia’s name that has your ears perking up.

It seems to get Keira to back off a bit, her lips at least, her hand continues to rub gently at the inside of your knee and thigh and you slowly drive down a dark and windy road.

“Y’know you're all Kei’s been talking about all week, she’s been very excited for tonight.”

You look over at the older English woman, feeling a little bit confident when you notice that Keira is blushing wildly and avoiding your eye contact completely.

“Lucee.”

Keira is clearly embarrassed, which must mean that what Lucy is saying has come truth, which means that Keira has been thinking about you.

“All she’s been talking about, I can say the same about quite a lot of the girls, you are a popular topic.”

It makes you feel all giddy in your stomach with the acknowledgment from Lucy, she’s the last person that would lie to you, so it makes you feel especially good.

Keira groans and hides her head against the window.

“Really?”

Lucy scoffs once again at the shock in your voice.

“Trust me honey, pretty sure there will be girls queuing up for you, us oldies don’t get that kind of attention.”

Keira rolls her eyes, which is enough of an answer for you to realise that Lucy is trying to be humble.

It’s just as you’re about to say something that the car pulls into a driveway, which is already full of cars.

Alexia is right, it’s the only light that you’ve seen for miles, there is nobody for miles, which is a big comfort.

Lucy opens your door for you, helping you out and immediately beginning to assess your neck.

Once she’s certain that there are no marks she moves her vision up to your face, reaching down for a quick kiss.

It’s different to Keira, rougher, her lips more coarse.

It still feels equally as good.

Lucy releases fairly quickly, Keira’s already walking up the stairs to the house, an extra pep in her step as she makes it to the door.

Lucy and you are quick to follow her.

The door has a keypad on it, Keira quickly punches in a four digit code before the door pops open. The entry hallway is completely empty and silent, all three of you toe off your shoes and leave them and your socks by the door.

Lucy leads towards the door at the end of the entry way, you loiter behind, completely terrified of whatever is going to be behind it.

[daphwritesworld]

this shit had me crying in the club. equally beautiful as it is heartwrenching. 100000/10 recommend 🥹

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 shoot 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.”

“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. 

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.

“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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this is fueling my Viv addiction 😫 need her to take care of me and be my supportive gf in the stands pls and thank you

Stubborn skateboarder

Vivianne Miedema x Skateboarder!reader

Summary: You get injured and Viv is there for you.

Word count: 4.2k

It was late in the afternoon. Vivianne had just finished with training and she was in the locker room, putting the last of her things in her bag. “Hey, Viv. We're getting some lunch. Do you want to come too?” Vivianne turned her head, meeting Jill. “I would love to, but y/n asked if we could have an afternoon for ourselves.” Vivianne explained and Jill smirked. “An afternoon for yourselves, huh?” Vivianne rolled her eyes, because she heard the teasing tone in Jill her voice.

“Yes, an afternoon for ourselves.” Vivianne said with a sigh. Before Jill could make another remark, Viv her phone rang. Viv frowned, because it was a number that she hadn’t saved in her contact, but something in her gut told her to answer it. “Hello, is this Vivianne?” A female voice asked on the other end of the line. “Yes. What can I do for you?” Vivianne asked, her voice still very suspicious.

“Euumhh, y/n had been in an accident during practice and she can’t drive.” Viv her eyes changed from suspicious to concern. “I’m on my way.” Viv said and hung up the phone. She started to shove the last things in her bag, while Jill gave her Dutch teammate a confused look.

 “What is going on?” Jill asked concerned, still a bit confused. Vivianne let out a sigh, before speaking again, “y/n had an accident during practice and she can’t drive.” Vivianne answered, trying to keep her voice steady. “Accident? Doesn’t she play the best England skateboarders tournament in two months?” Jill asked, because you hadn’t shut up about your chance of maybe going to the Olympics for England. “Please, don’t remind me. It’s all y/n talks about.” Viv said with a proud smile. “Okay, let’s go!” Jill chimed and took her bag, while Viv gave her a confused frown and took her own bag.

“You are coming?” Viv asked with a raised eyebrow. “Jill, you don’t even like being there. You have been there once and all you did was complain.” Viv reminded Jill, who shrugged. “In my defense; they all rolled so slow on the course.” Jill said with her hands up in defense. Viviane let out a quiet laugh and shook her head. “Alright, speedy, let’s get moving.” Vivianne joked and walked past Jill, who followed.

Twenty minutes later, Vivianne and Jill arrived at your skateboard training facility. You sat in the changing room, ice wrapped around your elbow. The door opened, revealing your girlfriend and one of your close friends. “Viv, what are you doing here?” You asked and Vivianne walked over to you, taking a seat next to you on the bench.

“Your coach called.” You groaned. “I’m fine, really.” You insisted and Vivianne let out a laugh. You have been known for your stubbornness, even when you were injured. “Are you? Because I see clearly that your elbow is wrapped up with ice, doesn’t scream ‘fine’ to me.” You rolled your eyes, but no real annoyance behind it. “You sound like my coach.” You huffed and Viv just kissed your forehead.

“I love you too.” Viv teased and that earned a small laugh from you, while you played with a lock of her hair. “How did you fall?” You looked up, meeting Jill her eyes. “Well, I just did a easy rail grind, but I miss-timed my landing and well, I fell and caught myself with my elbow.” You explained a bit embarrassed, because it was a simple trick. “Maybe, your mind was somewhere else or should I say, with someone else?” Jill teased and looked at Vivianne, who rolled her eyes. “Please, stop talking Jill.” Viv finally said, but with a small smirk on her lips and she turned her attention towards you again.

“Does it hurt a lot?” You nodded and tried to bend your elbow, but Viv stopped you mid-motion. “Don’t. Do they know what it is? Do they know if it’s broken?” You nodded once again. “No, they said it’s just sprained, nothing serious.” You said with a sigh of relief, because if it was broken, you would miss the tournament. The door opened again, it was your medical team.

“So, we examined the scans we made and it looks like you will be out for 3 to 6 weeks.” The medic announced and you shot your head up, meeting his eyes. “No, no, no. I can’t…I have the tournament in two months.” You shook frantically with your head, Vivianne placing a hand on your shoulder, trying to keep you still. “We know, but if you take enough rest and ice it every now and then. There is a chance you’ll be back sooner and can still participate in the tournament.” You let the words of the medic sink in. Rest.

You never were the one to sit still, so that was going to be a challenge. “Okay, take things slow. I can do that.” You said with a confident nod, Vivianne gave your shoulder a squeeze. Letting you know that she will support you. The medic gave Vivianne a few advices, about icing your elbow and about what you can’t do. “Okay, that’s about it. Ohh and y/n? Please follow your girlfriends instructions.” The medic teased and you rolled your eyes. “Don’t worry, I will keep an eye on her.” Viv laughed and you stuck your tongue out to her.

“You are enjoying this way too much.” You huffed and leaned against the wall. “Well, it’s nice to boss you around. Think about it like payback.” You raised a eyebrow at that. “Payback for what, exactly?” You asked, but you knew the answer to that. “Ohh, you know. When I got injured with my hamstring, you bossed me around.” Viv reminded you with a smirk and you? You let out a groan, while Viv and Jill tried to hold their laughter.

“Okay, drama queen. Let’s get you home.” Jill said and Vivianne helped you on your feet. You were about to reach for you bag, but your girlfriend was ahead of you. “I have two arms!” You yelled, but Viv was already heading towards the door with smirk at her lips. You let out another huff, before moving towards the door as well, Jill bumping her shoulder against yours.

2 weeks into recovery

It was 2 weeks in your recovery and it went well or that’s what you thought, because in Viv her eyes, it was exhausting. You had tried to sit still, you really tried, but your ‘I need to move’ genes thought otherwise. You sat on the couch watching TV. Viv was at training, so you were home alone. You looked around the apartment. There were a few boxes scattered around the room, so you took it upon yourself to clean them up.

You hadn’t looked at the time, but Vivianne would be back from training in fifteen minutes. After a while, you had moved the light boxes away, but now you only needed to do the heavy once. You picked one up and winced at the sting in your elbow, but you ignored it. You walked slowly to the spare bedroom, but then you heard it, the lock of the door. You closed your eyes, hoping that it would make you disappear. “What the hell are you doing?” Vivianne her voice cut through the silence of the living room and dropped her bag on the ground. You sighed and put the box down, wincing again.

“Please tell me that that is the first box you wanted to move?” Vivianne asked with a sigh and your eyes dropped on the floor. “y/n…” Vivianne started and walked over to you, tossing the keys in the bowl on the counter. “How many boxes did you move?” Viv asked and cupped your face, forcing you to meet her eyes. There was no anger in your girlfriend’s eyes, only concern. “Four.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper. “But I swear, they were the light ones.” You whispered again.

You felt the tears in your eyes. You didn’t want to sit still, you didn’t want to rest, you wanted to move and do things, you wanted to practice. “I know…I know I shouldn’t have moved them, but I don’t want to feel useless.” Your voice cracked halfway through your sentence and Viv pulled you into a hug, her hands making circles on your back. “You’re not useless, you hear me. You are healing, your elbow is healing and that takes time.” Viv whispered in your ear, pulling back from the hug to meet your eyes.

“You know, you are acting the same way I did, when I was injured, remember?” You let out a laugh, because you remembered it all too well. “Yeah, you moved around the house, like you were doing a marathon, but you needed to rest.” You recalled and Viv nodded. “I was very stubborn and what did you say to me?” Vivianne tilted her head. “I said that you needed to sit back on your ass and let me do the household tasks.” You said and a laugh escaped your lips.

“Exactly, so let me do that now and you sit your ass back down.” Vivianne ordered, after she pressed a kiss on your lips. You only hummed and walked to the couch, while Vivianne picked up the box. “Also, I will ice your elbow, after I have taken care of the boxes.” Vivianne yelled from the hallway and you leaned your head back against the couch. You closed your eyes and let out a sigh, while you heard Viv move in the spare bedroom.

4 weeks into recovery

In the fourth week of your recovery, your elbow didn’t hurt anymore. You got cleared to do some light arm exercises. The exercises went well, you could complete them all, without wincing or taking a break, so you got the green light to train again. On your first day back, Viv went with you. “Are you ready to roll around the course? And please, don’t miss-time your landing again, okay?” You turned your head to Viv, your skateboard in your hand.

“Ohh, c’mon, you’re never going to let me live that one down, are you?” You asked with a sigh and Viv just nodded with a smirk. “Not a chance. Now let me see what you got.” You nodded and headed to the entrance of the course, Vivianne leaning against the low wall. Her eyes followed you around the course.

You were hesitant at first, but that left after you made your first tricks. You have been practicing for an hour, until you reached Viv, who had a proud smile on her face. “Well, well, you still got it in you.” Viv teased and you let out a huff, and playfully hit her arm. “It’s like riding a bike.” You said with a smile and wiped some sweat from your forehead.

“Here, you need it more than I do.” Viv said and handed you a water bottle. You took the bottle from Viv, your fingers brushing against hers. “You really looked like yourself out there. Instead of the stubborn skateboarder that I got to know in the last 4 weeks.” Vivianne teased and you shot her a playful glare, before closing the water bottle.

“Stubborn? I call it determined.” You stated with a nod and handed the bottle back to Viv. “What are you doing?” Viviannes asked with raised eyebrows and you smiled. “I’m going another round and you can watch how good I am.” You stated, before going down the ramp. “I already know how good you are!” Viv yelled, but you didn’t hear her, you were already too far away and too concentrated on your balance. Viv sighed with a smile and put the bottle on the ground.

“You’re going to be the death of my patience some day.” Viv mumbled under her breath, but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. Viv her eyes followed you over the course again. You were completely in your element. Doing grinds, doing air tricks after you skated on the ramps. Vivianne held her breath every time you went up in the air, afraid that you would fall.

Viv knew what you were doing, but it still scared her to death, that you would fall or miss your board. “You are going to the Olympics, don’t you worry.” Viv mumbled under her breath again, when she saw you doing your signature move. You flew in the air, flipped your board with your feet and eventually you landed perfectly on your board and Viv? She could breathe again and she gave you a little nod.

Back to full training

It was 2 weeks later and you got cleared to fully train again. You were alone this time, because Viv had training herself. “y/n, how is the elbow?” You turned your head and met Emma, your coach’s eyes. “Good, nothing to worry about.” You grinned and Emma gave you an approving nod, before walking over to you.

“Here is your set list for the tournament.” Emma announced and handed you the paper. You scanned the paper. You loved your current set list, but a feeling gnawed at you. You have done this set list for 4 years now, you wanted something new, something to impress. You wanted to let England know that you deserve to go to the Olympics. “Something is bothering you. Spill it.” Emma, her voice interrupted your deep thinking.

“Yeah, it’s just…” You paused, because Emma had always made your set list. “y/n, what is it?” You sighed and handed her the paper back, while you ran your other hand through your ponytail. “The list, it’s a bit boring,” You started and wouldn’t dare to look Emma in the eye, afraid to see her reaction. “I love the tricks, don’t get me wrong, but I just want…” You trailed off and Emma sighed, taking a seat next to you. “You want something new.” Emma finished and you looked surprised at her, because there was no hurt or disappointment in her voice.

“Yes, but aren’t you mad?” You asked surprised and Emma shook her head  with a laugh. “No, of course not. We’re a team. You’re allowed to say what you think.” Emma reassured you and you pulled her into her hug. “You are my favorite coach, you know that?’ You said with a smile, which earned another laugh from Emma. “I’m the only coach you have had.” Emma huffed with a smile and you bit your lip, trying to suppress a laugh.

“Alright, let’s see what we have.” Emma said and looked at the paper. “Y/n, are you sure about this? Because these are some of the most difficult tricks in the sport.” Emma said, the seriousness in her voice. You looked at the list in your hand. You knew you needed to train hard, if you wanted to get these new tricks to stick, but you needed to impress the judges.

“Look, I know you want to go to the Olympics, but this list,” Emma started, gesturing vaguely to the list in your hand. “that’s not your only chance, you can go to the Olympics with your basic list.” You closed your eyes. You knew that Emma was right, but you wanted this, you needed to do this. “Look, you only need to say yes and we’ll do this list, but you can always say no. We are a team, remember? You make the call.” You opened your eyes again, meeting Emma her eyes.

“I can do this. I’ll get this list under control and once I do, I can do these tricks in my sleep.” You said with a confident nod and a smile. “That’s all I needed to hear.” Emma said with a smile and stood up from the bench. “Make yourself ready. This will be the longest 2 weeks in your career.” You nodded and started to prep yourself, while Emma walked out of the room. Once the door closed, you stopped prepping for a second. Letting the moment sink in that this was the best decision you ever made or this would be the worst decision you ever made.

After a few minutes, you arrived in the skating hall, your skateboard in your hand and you had your gear on. You frowned, because the course was empty. “Emma, where is everyone?” You asked and Emma turned to you, “they cleared the course, because you can’t be interrupted by others.” You nodded in understanding and put up your helmet.

“Alright, just start easy and then you can try the new tricks we have added on your list.” Emma instructed and you nodded, before turning to one of the beginning ramps. “Just breathe.” You whispered to yourself, because if you had to tell the truth? You were terrified to do new tricks, ones you had never done before. You closed your eyes and remembered Emma her words ‘just start easy’.

You opened your eyes and started. Emma stood on the side, seeing your balance and your movements. “y/n, spread your balance!” Emma yelled, but it was too late. You did one of the new tricks, but you lost your balance and fell on the ground, your skateboard rolling away from you. “y/n, are you okay?” Emma asked, once she reached you. You laid on the ground and groaned, but it was more out of frustration than pain.

You were about to respond, but then the door opened. “y/n!” You pushed yourself up on your elbows, seeing Viv running on the course. “Hi, love.” You said with a smile and got up on your feet. “What happened?” Viv asked with concern and you just shrugged. Emma left, so you two could get some privacy. “Explain.” Viv said and you sighed, while you took off your protecting gear.

“Well, Emma and I have made a new trick list for the tournament.” You said with an awkward laugh and Vivianne raised an eyebrow, because you hadn’t discussed this with her. “Since when?” You sighed, dropping your helmet on the ground. “Since this morning.” You said and rubbed the back of your neck.

“Look, I know you don’t agree with it, but I want to get that ticket to the Olympics. You know how much that means to me.” You explained and Viv nodded, because you hadn’t shut up about the Olympics, ever since you got the news “I know, I know. Are you sure about this?” Viv asked with a defeated sigh, because there was no way of talking you out of this.

“Yes. I will do what I need to do. I will get it right.” You said determinedly and Viv saw it in your eyes. “Well,” Viv started and picked up your helmet. “you better get on that skateboard of yours.” Viv teased and put the helmet on your head. “Yes boss.” You saluted her and picked up your skateboard. Viv and Emma stood to the side and looked at how you started again.

The tournament

It was the tournament day, two weeks after you had made a new trick list. You had trained hard, harder than ever before. You were determined to place first today. Earning that ticket to your first Olympics. You were the last to perform, so you could watch all the acts. It didn’t help your nerves, because everyone before you, got high scores. “If you keep staring like that, you will burn your opponents.” You turned around, seeing Viv sitting casually on the couch.

“Oh, maybe that will give me a higher chance of winning today.” You said with a sigh and walked over to your girlfriend, who handed you an apple. You shook your head and started to pace from left to right, going over your tricks you need to perform. Vivianne sighed and stood up, setting the apple on the table. “Hey, come here.” You looked up once again, seeing Viv her hand reaching out. With a smile you took her hands in yours and she pulled you into a hug. “Are you sure you don’t want to do your old list? You know that in your sleep.” You opened your mouth to argue, but Viv her smirk cut you off.

“Trust me, I’m sure you did an aerial trick once in your sleep.” You shoved Viv playfully back. You were about to say something, but the loud claps of the audience were ahead of you. “Next up is; y/n y/l/n!” The speakers yelled and you felt a lump in your throat forming, when your name was getting called. “Here.” You met Viv her eyes. Viv had your skateboard and helmet in her hands. “You’ll do great and remember, you don’t have to do things you’re not comfortable with.”

You huffed, because you thought Viv was going to say something else. “I really thought you were going to say; “And remember, I’ll always be proud of you”.” Viv chuckled at that, while you took your gear. “I was about to say that, but you were ahead of me.” Vivianne said with a smile. “But I was serious on the part, that you don’t have to do things you’re not comfortable with.” Vivianne now said in a serious, but still concerned tone. You smiled at her, but quickly pulled her towards you and kissed her on the lips.

Viv let out a sigh through her nose, her hands finding your waist and your hands on the back of her neck, deepening the kiss. Viv pulled back, you both a bit breathless from the kiss. “Go, before you get disqualified.” Viv teased. You gave her a quick kiss on the lips, before taking your stuff and heading to the course.

Vivianne moved to the railing, her eyes on you. She saw the hesitance in your eyes. Even though you had practiced your new list, you were terrified that you would screw up. But you needed to do this, to do tricks that are out of your comfort zone. You tilted your head, your eyes scanning the crowd, but they stopped on Viv, who mouthed ‘I love you" to you.

This gave you confidence. You let out a steady breath and stood ready to start. The buzzer went off and you jumped off the ramp. Viv her eyes followed you everywhere. How you grinded on the rail, how you flipped your board when you were in the air. You were a bit shaky in the beginning, but once you were in your element, you were at your best. Viv her face was filled with pride.

Two months ago, you were stubbornly moving boxes in the living room and now you were doing tricks that you had to learn in two weeks. “Yes, y/n!” Viv yelled and clapped in her hands, when you did the first trick. Vivianne had seen some of your tricks during practice, but not all of them. You were almost done, but you only needed to do your signature trick. Your eyes glanced over to the usual ramp you used. It was a low ramp, but your eyes quickly landed on the highest one. You changed your direction and headed to the high ramp.

A few gasps and whispers were heard, but nobody could take their eyes off you. Vivianne her hands gripped the railing, her knuckles turning white. “What are you doing?” Viv whispered, because she hadn’t seen this. Because every time during practice, you ordered Vivianne to leave, because this was a surprise. Vivianne held her breath, when you moved onto the ramp with full speed.

Once you were in the air, you turned once, twice and a third time. Your feet made contact with your board and you landed perfectly on the ground. Vivianne let herself breath, once you stood still, the crowd around you erupted into cheering. You looked at the scoreboard and you had a complete score, 190 points, the highest score out of everyone.

Tears pricked in your eyes and dropped to the floor, because you actually did it. You would go to the Olympics for England. “Yes!!” You felt arms wrapped around you. “You did it, love!” Vivianne whispered into your ear and you let the tears of joy fall. “I did it!” You cried and tightened your grip on Viv her arms. Viv pulled back and took off your helmet. You saw the tears in Viv her eyes.

Before you could react, Vivianne her lips met yours, it tasted salty because of your tears, but you didn’t mind it. You would go to the Olympics and you were kissing the woman of your dreams. “You did.” Viv whispered against your mouth, her voice full of love and affection, while wiping the tears from your cheeks. “I’m so proud of you! I knew you could do it.” You choked out a laugh and buried your face in her neck. Viv tightened her grip around you, one of her hands resting in your neck. “I love you, I really do.” You said to her, after you pulled back, just to meet her eyes.

“I know and I love you too, you have no idea y/n.” Vivianne said, before pulling you into another kiss. You broke the kiss and hugged Viv again, the tears had stopped, but you still felt all the emotions. “I’m going to the Olympics, Viv. I’m going.” You finally said and you heard a soft laugh escape from your girlfriend’s lips. “Yes you are.” Vivianne whispered and tightened her grip on you once again. 

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MY GOOD GOD

ibiza holiday - leila ouahabi & misa rodríguez

word count - 8.8k | summary - laia convinces her bestfriend that a group holiday with her friends would be a good idea, yet previous encounters lead to some interesting experiences. leila x misa x reader.

MDNI 18 + - 18+ themes, basically smut but not smut, probably an incredibly unrealistic holiday set up

“nenaaaa, come on it’ll be fun!” laia whined as she tugged on your shirt for a second time. the two of you were sitting in your shared apartment, having just finished training, you were trying to relax but clearly laia had other ideas. 

for the past few hours she had been trying to convince you to say yes to a girls' holiday to ibiza in the off-season, a tradition that had been going on for years between her and her friends and yet somehow you’d been invited, even when you barely knew anyone who was going.

you and laia had become inseparable incredibly quickly. the two of you had previous connections before laia made her move to arsenal, being invited to celebrate the champions league win with kiera and lucy meant you got to know a few of the barca girls over some dancing, a lot of drinks and a hangover breakfast. 

“laia these are your friends, not mine, you can’t just invite me because you’ll ‘miss’ me for a few weeks” you used finger quotes around the word ‘miss’, clearly emphasising how dramatic laia had been in her previous convincing. 

“no no, the girls invited you, you must’ve made a good impression on them” she said, wiggling her eyebrows as she spoke. 

“wait, which girls?” you asked hesitantly, narrowing your eyes in her direction.

“espera déjame pensar” she dazed off for a minute, using her hands to count the players before speaking the list aloud, “there is alexia, jenni, leila and misa” she smiled. (wait let me think)

“jesus that’s a lot of people, i barely know any of them” you shook your head firmly, her convincing clearly not working.

“joder, if alexia putellas asks you to go on holiday you do not say no!” laia tutted, shaking her head the same way you just did. 

you thought for a minute as your mind went through the list of people, “wait, you said leila?” you asked curiously, now considering the offer slightly more than before. 

“si, maybe she is the one who asked for you eh” a smirk flashing across her face as she teased you. 

“shut up asshole” you muttered, “i was just making sure i heard you right”. 

“do not lie english woman, you are thinking about when you fucked her at my birthday party!” she accused, pointing her finger at you.

you smacked her hand down, “it was literally just a kiss codi, and you were the one who wanted to set us up!” you accused back.

“only because both of you kept talking about finding each other attractive and i didn’t want to hear any more” she defended, the two of you half-shouting at each other as you spoke. 

you settled in your chair and folded your arms across your chest, “i have no regrets, anyways why is misa coming? i thought this was a barca thing?. 

“hm more like a spain thing, you haven’t met misa before right?” she questioned.

“well we have a little bit, it was weird, obviously i was trying to score but she kept saying things like ‘vale princesa’ or would touch my waist and my back during corners, or there would be really intense eye contact, even at the end of the game she came and talked to me and said it again” you explained, “and lucy said she was looking me up and down but i don’t really believe her”.

you watched as laia’s smirk reappeared, “esto es clasico misa, she wants you”.

“what?” your eyes widened in shock, “that’s not true” you shook your head adamantly. 

“si, i know what she’s like, no wonder she was asking questions about you the last time i saw her”

“the night of the game she followed me on instagram and then liked a picture from 6 months ago and obviously unliked it, but she always likes my pictures now, sometimes she even comments” you shrugged. 

laia laughed at your oblivion, “you’re joking right?”, you shook your head, “nena you cannot be serious, she’s coming after you”.

“maybe she wants to be friends” you were trying to play the devil’s advocate, but you knew the heart eyes, the ‘guapaaaa’ or the ‘quiero’ she had commented on your instagram posts probably weren’t the friendliest. 

“ah si si, friends with benefits” she winked before getting up and disappearing to her bedroom, leaving you sitting on the sofa contemplating the choice you had to make. 

it wasn’t long before you heard multiple spanish voices coming from laia’s room, presumably the same ones you had just been talking about. whilst laia has been teaching you spanish throughout your time of living together, the words were far too fast for you to possibly translate.

pushing that to the back of your mind you made your way to the kitchen to prepare dinner for the two of you, you had your music on and were practically dancing around the kitchen as you cooked.

you spun round to see laia holding her phone in your direction, laughter spilling out of her mouth, immediately stopping in your tracks you nearly dropped the bowl in your hand. 

“baila bebe baila” a voice from her phone shouted, your face flushing red immediately as the others cheered along. 

“laia i fucking hate you” you stuck up your middle finger with your free hand before turning back to the dinner you were half way through. 

“now she won’t say yes to coming with us” a familiar voice echoed from the phone. 

she made her way over to you, putting her phone on the counter against the wall so you were now in the frame and unable to avoid it. you were met with the faces of alexia, jenni, misa and leila who were beaming in your direction. 

“hola chica, what are you making?” jenni spoke, a grin covering her face. you had met jenni a few times, mostly on an international stage but a few times at mutual friends birthday celebrations. 

“laia asked for pasta so i made it with chicken and mozzarella” you shared her smile as you continued stirring the pasta. 

“ahh so you’re wifey material then” misa smirked causing you to go slightly flustered. 

“deja de coquetear con ella” leila responded to misa before turning her attention to you, “how are you carino? it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other”. (stop flirting with her)

“i’m good, very excited to have some time off soon” you answered, “how are you?”

“very good too, are you going to join us on the trip?” she asked, a twinkle in her eye as she spoke. 

“joder, you were meant to let alexia ask” laia interrupted, rolling her eyes.

“laia are you trying to intimidate me into saying yes?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow as you faced her. 

she held her hand to her heart as she mocked pain, “nena i would never do that to you”.

“do not lie to her, she wanted me to ask you because she thinks you would be more likely to say yes” alexia explained, you reached over slapping laia on the arm as she tried and failed to move out of your reach. 

“you’re an asshole, codi” rolling your eyes at her, as you began plating dinner for the two of you. 

“si ella es pero, what is your answer?” alexia asked, smiling sweetly whilst her eyes felt like they were staring into your soul, the power the best player in the world had even off the pitch was crazy. 

you ran your hand through your hair as you stood thinking about the offer, it was dead silent and you could feel every set of eyes on you as you tried as quickly as you could to weigh out the pros and cons, but in reality, what's the worst that could happen?

“well i guess if it’s okay with you guys i’d be down for it” you said causally, maybe a part of you was actually quite excited about it.

the spaniards erupted with cheers as laia wrapped her arms around you, picking you up and spinning you around as she cheered, “buena elección mi mejor amiga”. (good choice my best friend)

you laughed as she continued spinning you around, clearly very happy that you had given into her persuasion tactic of getting alexia to ask you. she put you down after a minute or two, picking up the phone and running back into her bedroom as you set the table for the two of you. 

sitting down, you began eating as you waited for laia who seemed to be saying goodbye to her friends when your phone lit up. 

instagram notification - marisabel_rguez : see you soon princesa 

a small smile automatically appeared on your face as you read her message, your heart beat a little faster as you felt the butterflies dance around your stomach. spending a week with misa wearing little clothing definitely wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, and by the way your thighs tensed together at that thought, you were clearly more excited than you thought. 

your fingers moved quickly as you typed your response, carefully crafting a message that would come off as a little flirty but still casual. 

you : could’ve been sooner if you decided to play in england

satisfied with your response, you turned off your phone and continued eating. laia made her way back out to you, sitting across from you at the table with a smirk.

“why are you making that face” scrunching your nose at the suspicious look she was wearing. 

“nada nada, just this will be very fun” she shrugged, her smirk only growing, “and we are going on the plane with leila and meeting alexia, jenni and misa there”.

you tried to contain your smile as you were reminded that leila was joining you, but laia could read you like a book, “hm sounds fun”.

“oye you’re just going to flirt with all my friends whilst we are there and forget about me” she huffed, shaking her head as if she wasn’t the one who has encouraged it multiple times over the course of your friendship. 

“don’t be so dramatic, it’s not all of your friends” you rolled your eyes and her dramaticness “just one or two” you mumbled under your breath. 

your phone lit up again, this time a message from leila catching your eyes. 

instagram notification - leilaouahabi : the highlight of this trip will be seeing you in a bikini

before you could verbally react, your cheeks flushed a deep shade of red at her comment, but the thought of seeing her in a bikini too had you clenching your thighs yet again. a feeling that was starting to become far too familiar. 

“you okay nena?” your bestfriend asked, curiously peeking at your phone as her eyes widened slightly at leila’s forwardness. 

“mhm” you nodded as your whole body continued to heat up, “didn’t realise leila was so bold”.

she nodded slowly as she mumbled, “that’s not even the worst i’ve heard from her”

laia’s words piqued your interest, you raised your eyebrow at her words “meaning?”

“let’s say she has used some descriptive words to describe how she feels about you” you were slightly stunned into silence as you began pushing your food around your plate, not in a bad way, your mind had just become very distracted.

you picked up your phone, not leaving much time for her message to simmer before you wanted to reply, probably coming off as slightly desperate. 

you : i’ll pack my best one for you, it won’t be city blue though 

you were about to put the phone done but you immediately saw the three dots appear to indicate she was typing.

instagram notification - leilaouahabi : i don’t think i can manage with arsenal red, it’ll be better idea to just keep it off

slightly choking on the food you were trying to eat, you turned your phone off and flipped it so it was face down on the table. 

“i’m not even going to ask” laia smiled awkwardly as the two of you continued eating, the text leila had sent you in the back of your mind. 

after having 3 breakdowns about packing, 2 last minute trips to the shops for things you forgot and 1 slightly shouting match with laia over where she had put your gym clothes after emptying the washing machine, you were finally on the plane and somehow you had let laia coax you into the middle seat. the seat in between laia and leila. what could go wrong?

with laia fast asleep on one side of you and leila clutching onto your hand at every small jolt of the plane, it was better than expected. you and leila had the opportunity to actually talk to each other away from the football field, the same bold footballer that had told you she’d rather see you naked than in red wasn’t as brave in person, well not when you were 30,000 feet in the air. 

all the netflix movies you had downloaded for your flight became useless as the two of you sat talking about absolutely everything.

“where’s your favourite place?” you asked in an attempt to distract leila, as she turned your hand white from the grip she had on it as the plane went through a slightly bumpy patch. 

“home but in catalonia, not manchester” she clarified with a small anxious smile, her hand now loosening on yours as started brushing her thumb back and forth against your fingers. 

“do you miss being there? it must be difficult to live so far away from your family” you acknowledged, looking down at the patterns she was now drawing on your hand that was relaxing both you and her. 

“si, mucho” she nodded, “but for my career, it made sense to come to manchester, i needed a new challenge, so i couldn’t say no to manchester city”.

“maybe i should’ve tempted you with arsenal” you smirked, your team's rivalry had a way of appearing in every conversation, “you’d look better in red” she looked incredible in everything she wore but when she wore the red kit for spain she looked incredible. 

she shook her head adamantly, “no nena, you would look much better in city blue, it would make the blue in your eyes pop” she winked.

“well you’re going to have to put up with my very very red bikini” you smiled sweetly.

her tongue flicked over her lips as she cocked her head slightly, a smirk appearing on her face “we both know how i feel about that”.

“shut up” your cheeks instantly flushed a deep red colour as leila laughed at your reaction before changing the conversation back to something that was semi-normal. 

the three of you made your way to the villa you’d be staying at for the next few days, laia had offered to drive and of course leila dibs the front seat due to her ‘long legs’ yet you were left in the back to overthink exactly how this holiday was about to play out. 

you were about to spend a lot of time with two incredibly attractive footballers that apparently had the hots for you in very minimal clothing, your mind was racing in every direction possible.

the two girls in the front had spanish tunes blaring, the both of them singing along to the words that you could barely understand, but you couldn’t help but smile at their pure joy. maybe this was a better picture of what your week was going to look like, rather than the intense sexual tension you were imagining. 

“la guiri is here!” jenni cheered as the three of you walked through the door. 

you turned to laia with a questioning look, “oh it’s just a word for like an annoying tourist, but she means it in a loving way” she explained. 

immediately you were enveloped into a hug from jenni, followed by alexia as they greeted you before asking how your flight had been. you’d be lying if you said you were looking around for misa, the real madrid player not being with her friends as you arrived, but you held your questions. 

it didn’t take long for the four of them to naturally switch into spanish, you definitely couldn’t blame them though, they had invited you onto their holiday so the least you could do was let them speak in the way that was most comfortable for them.

“do you know what they’re saying?” you jumped out of your seat slightly as you turned to face the voice. 

it took you a second to register the sight in front of you, looking down at you was misa in what you assumed was her workout clothes which only consisted of a sports bra and shorts. her hair was slightly damp and there was a slight sheen to her tanned skin that made it look like she was glowing. her abs were on full display, and you were unashamedly looking. 

she interrupted your blatant staring with a cough, forcing your eyes back up to hers. “what did you say?” you asked awkwardly, not even apologising for the way you were eye-fucking her. 

“the spanish, do you understand it?” she reiterated, a cocky smirk now plastered onto her face, pleased with the reaction you’d give her.

“nope, laia has only taught me the basics, and they speak so fast so” you shrugged, briefly looking back over at the four friends before meeting misa’s eyes again. 

“so do i get a hug too?” her head tilting slightly as she smiled down at you.

you nodded, matching her smile, standing up as she made her way in front of you. you held your hand out as she pulled you to your feet, your hands then wrapped around her neck whilst hers snaked around your waist and rested on your lower back. 

it was only for a few seconds but you easily relaxed into her arms. her fingers drew circles on the exposed skin of your back making you melt further into her embrace. even after being in the gym, she smelt incredible, you couldn’t help but fall deeper into bliss.

you were interrupted by a whistle, the two of you breaking apart and facing the direction it had come from. jenni, alexia and laia had wide grins on their face whilst leila had a tense look across her face and her arms were crossed against her chest. 

“please do not fuck infront of us” jenni smiled, earning a playful smack from alexia. 

“in misa’s dreams” leila muttered, refusing to make eye contact with you but sending a deathly glare in misa’s direction. 

you were hesitant to question leila’s tone, worried you had misheard what the spaniard had said and somehow created a sense of jealousy in your head, instead opting to go to your assigned room to unpack your things and settle for a bit.

it didn’t take you long to unpack, probably 20 minutes or so, and you were eager to get yourself out into the sun. opting for the bright red bikini you packed, you slipped on your coverup and made your way outside to the pool. as you walked through the house you noticed it had become eerily quiet, none of them were sitting on the sofas as they previously were, yet there was a faint buzz of spanish music coming from the pool. 

slipping out of the doors, you were met with a tanned dark haired woman spread across a sunlonger, dressed in a white bikini that left little to the imagination with the addition of a black cap that presumably was keeping the sun out of her face. as you got closer you noticed the tattoos that were littered along her arms, recognising that they belong to the man city player that had joined you. part of you felt rude for interrupting her when she looked so at peace, it was as if it she was in her natural element, but 

“hola” you hummed, placing your things down on the adjacent sunlounger as you began to take off your coverup. 

she jumped slightly, her alarmed expression switching to a sweet smile as she looked up at you “oye carino you scared me”

you giggled at her response, “where did everyone go?” you asked, laying out your towel before planting yourself on the sunlounger. 

“hm i think they went to the shops for food but i offered to stay with you instead” her smile now turning into a smirk that was somewhat cheeky but also really cheesy.

you rolled your eyes playfully at her words, “how kind of you ouahabi, i’ll remember that next time one of your tackles knocks me off my feet”.

“i’m known for sweeping girls off their feet, sometimes literally” she laughed with a small shrug. 

you knew leila was bold, laia had told you a few stories about the things she’d do on nights out when she first peaked your interest, but you didn’t know just how bold she was until the dm’s she had sent you. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy this side of her, it was relaxed and cheeky and you liked it a lot. 

a comfortable silence fell amongst the two of you, leila softly singing the tune of the music that was playing from speaker she had placed next to her sunlonger. in your moments of relaxation you had forgotten about applying any form of sun protection on your back, which probably wasn’t the best idea considering the sun that was beating down on you. 

gaining some courage you spoke up, now propping yourself on your elbows, “leila, can you put some suncream on my back? i was going to ask laia but she obviously disappeared”

you could physically see the gulp as her mouth parted slightly, you waited for an answer, one of your eyebrows raising slightly as you questioned her reluctance. “if not it’s okay” you added, worried you had made her somewhat uncomfortable. 

her eyes widened at your words as she sat up quickly, “no no” she cleared her throat, “of course i can, i was just uh.. translating what you said in my head” a nervous smile on her face as her legs moved to the side of her sunlounger signalling you to turn your back to her. 

moving your hair to your shoulder, you shuffled back, handing her the suncream over your shoulder, it took a couple seconds longer than you anticipated for the cool lotion. as her hands met your back a shiver ran down your spine. her hands moved in slow, firm strokes, drawing patterns in a way that was soothing and methodical. you caught your eyes closing for a moment as you were lulled into a state of relaxation. 

reluctantly her hands were removed from your back, forcing your eyes to open in the sad realisation that the moment you were sharing was over. 

“thank you” you mumbled, shuffling yourself until you were laying back on the sunlounger, in your original position. 

as you got comfortable, the only thing on your mind was the feeling of leila’s hands against your skin, to you it felt intimate, as if the two of you had a moment that held some kind of meaning, but her initial hesitance had you questioning if she felt the same. maybe she wasn’t as bold as you initially anticipated. 

some more time passed in which comfortable silence fell back between the two of you, your eyes closed in an attempt to shield yourself from the sun allowing you to relax as much as possible. it wasn’t until you heard shuffling next to you that your eyes peaked open, your eyesight drifted to leila who was now standing at the end of her sunlounger, yet her eyes were firmly planted on you. 

from the corner of your eye, you watched as her eyes travelled up and down your body, her tongue dragging across her bottom lip before catching her lip between her teeth for a second, completely unaware of your eyes on her. the way she looked at you was predatory, you felt as if you were sinking into your chair a little more every second that her eyes were locked onto you. it was as if you were hers to use as she pleased, and you were more than okay with it. 

your eyes finally locked with hers. her eyes instantly widened as if she was a deer in headlights.

“i’m going to cool down in the pool” she spoke, excusing herself quickly before submerging herself in the pool within seconds. 

your gaze was fixed on her as her head popped out of the water, she lifted her hands, fingers sliding through the wet strands in a slow and effortless way, the sunlight reflecting off of her dark hair which made her look as if she was straight from the gods. it had your thighs clenching together for any form of friction. 

you were quickly snapped out of your daze from jenni cannonballing into the pool with a scream, causing a large splash to fly in your direction. 

you let out a sharp gasp, “jesus jenni, im soaked”, water droplets dripping down your half bare body.

“surprised to hear jenni’s name in that sentence and not misa’s or leila’s” laia said, emerging from the doors of the house to the pool area. 

“i hate you so much” you squinted your eyes in her direction, as you wiped the water from your arms. 

“you might as well get in the pool now too” laia laughed, placing her stuff next to you. 

her close proximity was all the invitation you needed. standing up quickly, you wrapped yourself around her, pressing your soaked body against her dry clothes.

“get off asshole” laia half-cried, squirming as she tried to pry your arms off, but she wasn’t quite strong enough.

“nope, this is what you get” you only tightened your grip, rocking her side to side as she continued to struggle.

when she finally stilled, you let go, stepping back with a satisfied and incredibly cocky grin. 

laia narrowed her eyes, “you’re going to regret that, estúpida” she lunged for you, causing you to instinctively took a few hurried steps back, only to collide with something solid.

before you could react, strong arms wrapped around you, effortlessly lifting you off the ground.

“lo siento princesa, time for a swim!” a familiar voice teased behind you. of course it was misa. 

your heart dropped as she carried you to the edge of the pool, your kicks and desperate pushes doing nothing against her ridiculous strength “misa don’t do it” you yelped.

she hummed in amusement, “hmm but you’d look so pretty wet” her voice dripped with smugness, you could practically hear the smirk on her face. 

before you could protest any further, you were airborne then plunged into the cold water with a splash. 

the rest of the day was spent relaxing, taking in the beautiful ibiza sun whilst trying your best to not get too burned, something the spanairds had already teased you about. you didn’t have any real plans for your first day on holiday, opting to take it slow with a few excursions scattered over your week's holiday. 

dinner was relatively simple, laia decided to take charge in the kitchen to avoid any food poisoning yet it was impossible to avoid the bickering that happened between misa and laia about what was being cooked and how laia was doing it ‘wrong’. a quick google search proved that laia was in fact doing it right and misa had just seen a tiktok hack that didn’t actually work. leila attempted to reason with misa before it got to the google search but misa was set in the opinion, jenni and alexia ended up staying out of it, choosing to watch the two argue whilst laughing under their breath.

you had a relatively early night, choosing to miss out on another round of drinks and yet another argument about who had the right uno rules. spoiler alert - it was you. but you had a plan for tomorrow ; gym in the morning and a boat trip for most of the day.

waking up you felt refreshed, the sun always made you feel like a brand new person, which was the perfect mood to be in for a holiday gym session. 

you got changed into a pair of your arsenal shorts and a sports bra, grabbing a towel and some water, before making your way to the gym attached to your villa. 

familiar songs made their way from the gym, you were shocked someone had made their way to the gym before you, but you were on holiday with some of the biggest footballers in the world, what else did you expect. 

opening the door you were met with misa, dressed in black shorts and a white sports bra, her hair had been thrown on top of her head into a messy bun, yet she looked incredible. misa was effortlessly pretty, she could’ve been dragged through a bush and she’d still come out looking out of this world. 

you paused at the door as you watched her body move, she seemed to be adding weights to a bar in front of the mirror. as she picked up the large circular weights, the muscles in her arms instantly became more defined.

the sound of a weight dropping snapped you out of your thoughts which had been running wild, misa turned round, meeting your presence with a smile. 

“beunas dias princesa, how did you sleep?” she asked, now standing up straight to meet your eyeline.

“good morning” you chirped, now walking into the area, placing your things down on the bench, “i slept really good, how did you sleep?”

“mine was good, i went to bed pretty soon after you did” she explained, you couldn’t tell if she was hinting that your lack of presence had sent her to bed early even when she was still surrounded by her close friends. “do you want to workout together?” she added.

you nodded in agreement, gathering your hair in your hands to scoop it back into a low bun “don’t go easy on me”

“i wasn’t planning to. but if you beg nicely, maybe i’ll let you catch your breath” yet again, her voice was laced with a pure cocky attitude, but this time you were going to rise to her level. 

you raised a brow, smirking. "oh, misa, i didn’t know you liked hearing me beg. should i be concerned?"

she leaned in slightly, you were met with an intoxicating scent of perfume that had your brain malfunctioning for a second, “only if you’re not going to”.

you bit your lip, holding her gaze. "guess you’ll just have to work for it, then." you left her standing there with a stupid grin on her face as you brushed past her to begin your warm up. 

“are you going to keep standing there like an idiot or come and warm up?” you questioned, looking at her from over your shoulder. her eyebrows slightly furrowed as if she was surprised with your newfound attitude towards her, but the small smile that appeared had you thinking she was a fan of it. 

the two of you bounced off each other throughout the hour workout, making stupid jokes but also having normal everyday conversations that had you learning much more about her than you thought this trip would reveal. of course there was still an underlying flirty attitude to both of your words, but you genuinely enjoyed getting to know misa even with the cocky smirk she had on her face as she watched you squat. 

towards the end of your work out, you were both starting to get slightly out of breath, you had been pushing each other in slight competition as you completed each of your sets. you made your way over to the bench where you had previously dropped your stuff, hoping to catch your breath. 

but that plan was quickly interrupted when misa casually plopped down on a nearby bench, leaning back with her arms stretched behind her, taking slow, deliberate breaths. you couldn’t help but watch as her chest rose and fell with each breath, the movement captivating. the glistening sheen of sweat on her skin caught the light, making every shift of her muscles more defined. after a moment, she shifted, leaning forward with her arms now resting on her thighs, still drawing in deep, steady breaths. you couldn’t look away. 

you couldn’t tell how long your gaze had been fixed on her, it felt physically impossible to avert your eyes in any direction when the sight in front of you felt like an art piece. yet it was probably affecting you more than you realised as a heat between your legs grew and your heart rate picked up. 

that’s when her eyes found yours, her classic smirk quickly appearing on her face, “te gusta lo que ves?” she asked, a cocky head tilt matching her smirk. 

you nodded without realising what you had down you had earnt an eyebrow raise from misa, your eyes widened as you quickly shock your head “i uh i’m going to shower bye” you spoke so quickly you were sure she didn’t fully understand, but you didn’t give her the chance to ask as you darted out of the room. 

after showering and getting ready for the day you tried to form some kind of plan of how you were going to approach the day. both leila and misa were sending you signals, yet you weren’t sure where it was going beyond those signals. considering you were about to spend the rest of the day on a boat in the mediterranean sea with plenty of alcohol, you needed some kind of game plan. 

your mental planning was interrupted as laia burst through the door, announcing her arrival with a very dramatic good morning before she dropped a bomb, “i heard what happened this morning”.

automatically your jaw dropped, “what the fuck”.

“i can’t believe you basically undressed her with your eyes, you should have fucked her” she giggled, poking her fingers into your arms causing you to swat her hand away. 

“laia shut up incase they can hear you” you hissed, “i couldn’t help it, she’s been flirting with me this whole time and the way she looked in the gym was just… i have no words for it” you tired to justify your actions but honestly you were just babbling. 

“clearly both misa and leila want to fuck you, so what are you going to do? fuck them both at the same time?” she spoke as if it was an outrageous idea, yet it had your brain thinking, which must’ve been obvious by your face, “oh my god you’re going to fuck them at the same time!”

“that’s not what i was thinking, you asshole” you muttered, your cheeks glowing red at the thought, “they don’t feel like that, you’re making it serious, it’s obviously just fun” you shook your head adamantly. 

“mhm that’s not what i’ve heard, they sai-” laia started to explain before being cut off by the sound of jenni’s voice echoing through the halls.

“laia, is the guiri ready?” jenni shouted. 

“tell her to remember her suncream and hurry up” alexia shouted shortly after her. 

you grabbed your bag that you had filled with all your essentials, especially your suncream, and walked towards the door, realising laia hadn’t followed your lead you turned back to see her sat on the edge of your bed with her mouth still slightly open as if she was about to say something. “are you coming?” you asked.

she snapped out of her gaze, “yes yes im ready”, pushing her up as she followed you out the door. 

it was a short walk to the boat, one that had been privately rented by alexia and somehow jenni had the right qualification to drive it which surprised you more than you’d like to admit and had you looking for the life jackets as soon as your foot stepped onto the boat.

it didn’t take long for the boat to be anchored in a beautiful cove that looked like something out of brochure. you were surrounded by beautiful cliffs, water which was so blue you could see the fishes swimming and a small beach of perfect white sand. it felt like a paradise away from the rest of the world, one that you very much enjoyed being in. 

you were laid on a towel at the front of the boat, sunglasses shielding your eyes as you tried to stay focused on the book you had bought with you. the sun was beaming down on you, mixing with the bright orange bikini you had decided on wearing. it was lighting up your skin as if it glowed, a sight which had both leila and misa’s eyes drifting across your body. 

“carino would you like a drink?” leila asked, causing you to look up from your book. she stood in front of you, shielding your eyes momentarily as the sun lit up around her. 

“mmm yes please” you practically moaned at the thought of a cold drink helping you cool down. 

your reaction had leila’s eyes wide as a grin appeared on her face, “if i knew that was how to make you moan i would’ve said it a lot sooner”.

“oh you wish it was that easy ouahabi, surprise me with your choice of drink” you smiled sweetly, causing leila to turn on her heels as she walked over to the makeshift kitchen in the shaded area of the boat. 

she made her way back in a few minutes, causing you to pop yourself up on your elbows as she knelt down to you on the floor, “try” she smiled, pushing the glass into your awaiting hand. 

you held the drink to your lips, the condensation on the glass slowly dripping onto your chest as you took a sip, your mouth quickly overwhelmed with a cool tropical flavour followed by the hint of an alcohol you couldn’t quite put your finger on. 

“leila this is delicious” you complimented, savouring the taste on your lips, “where did you learn to do this?”.

“i’m always on drinks duty when we have parties or celebrations” she shrugged smugly. 

you giggle at her, the way she spoke was so casual but you could tell she was proud of the mixologist title she had been given. she got herself comfortable on the floor next to you, her legs now crossed as she sat with you. you continued sipping on your drink as she told you some of her favourite recipes, you admired the way she spoke, it had an incredibly cheesy grin across your face. 

you must've sat there for a while as the conversation naturally drifted to the other plans you had for the off season as your drink had become empty and your head had a slight buzz to it. you were sure the drink didn’t contain a lot of alcohol but as an athlete you very rarely drank so when you did your tolerance was zero. 

“having fun?” a voice questioned, you craned your neck upwards to see a very wet misa in front of you.

“misa!” you smiled, happy with her presence but even more thrilled by the incredibly sexy sight that was standing right in front of you, “did you go for a swim?”.

“siii, it was beautiful, but not as beautiful as you” she winked, whilst it was incredibly cheesy, you couldn’t help but be a little bit affected by it as your cheeks heated up, “the others are still on the beach”. 

misa sat with the three of you, conversation flowing effortlessly, as if you’d all been friends for years. there was an ease to it, but your focus kept flickering elsewhere. you couldn’t ignore the way misa’s hand inched closer to your thigh, her confidence growing with every passing moment. your eyebrow lifted slightly at her boldness, but you didn’t move away.

leila had excused herself to refill your drink allowing misa to take full advantage of the opportunity of having you alone for a few minutes. her fingers ghosted over your outer thigh, tracing lazy swirls against your skin. the sensation was subtle but impossible to ignore, sending a warmth through you that you tried to suppress. without making it obvious, you shifted slightly, searching for some kind of friction without the embarrassment of pressing your thighs together too openly.

misa noticed. of course she did. her gaze flickered to yours, amusement dancing behind her dark eyes, an innocent smile curving her lips.

"¿qué?" she asked, lifting her free hand to run her fingers through her hair—a simple movement, yet undeniably sexy.

"nada," you muttered, a shiver running up your spine, making your back arch ever so slightly under her touch. despite the cool breeze, your body was burning.

she chuckled, her fingers pressing just a bit harder against your thigh. "princesa, i’ve barely touched you, and you’re already arching your back?" the innocence in her smile faded into something more knowing, a smirk tugging at her lips.

you shook your head quickly, refusing to give her the satisfaction of knowing exactly how easily she was unraveling you. "it was just a cold shiver… from the, uh, wind," you stammered, though you didn’t even believe your own excuse.

misa’s smirk deepened. "of course, amor. very strange, though, since you’re the only one who felt it." she shrugged, her fingers sliding a little higher, creeping toward your inner thigh. she squeezed lightly, just enough to make your breath hitch. "so this isn’t affecting you at all, then?"

you shook your head, lips pressed together in a weak attempt to maintain composure. speaking would betray you.

she studied you for a moment, clearly unconvinced, but before she could push you any further, leila dropped back into her seat beside you.

"here’s your drink!" she grinned, handing it to you.

you took it without hesitation, gulping it down like it was your only lifeline, hoping somehow that the cold liquid would cool the heat surging through you. 

the two spaniards simply laughed at your quick action, “debiste haberla visto, esto va a ser muy fácil” misa spoke but the spanish was far too advanced and fast for you to understand anything. (you should have seen her, this is going to be so easy)

“mi turno ahora” leila matched misa’s energy, whilst your spanish wasn’t up to their level, you could definitely tell what she meant. (my turn now)

your eyes flickered between the two of them, unsure of what to say or do, completely at their mercy, not that you minded. lying between them, you felt like a toy for them to play with, and the thought alone sent a thrill through you.

leila reached out, her fingers curling around a strand of your hair, twirling it idly before tucking it behind your ear. the simple touch sent warmth down your spine, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned into her hand, craving more. but just as quickly as she granted it, she took it away, her fingers drifting lower.

she traced a slow path from your shoulder, her touch featherlight as it skimmed down your neck, across your collarbone, and to the center of your chest. her hand lingered there for a moment, just long enough to make your breath hitch, before continuing downwards. the soft brush of her fingertips dipped between your breasts, teasingly tugging at the fabric of your bikini top as they passed.

what started as delicate touches turned into something more as her entire palm flattened against your stomach, stopping just before your waistband. every movement set your skin ablaze, the anticipation burning through you as her touch took over your skin. you hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath, too caught up in the way her touch mapped out your body.

something had flipped in leila, her newfound confidence a stark difference from the same person that was stuttering over putting suncream on your back. 

she removed her hand, snapping you out of the bliss that she had effortlessly put you in, her lip tugging at her bottom lip as she looked at you, “you were right misa, she’s so easy”.

you swallowed hard as they talked about you as if you weren’t there, your legs now firmly clenching together as all efforts to withhold the obvious physical effect they had on you had disappeared. 

“easy?” you questioned leila’s words, “i’m not easy” you huffed, somewhat frustrated at the way they perceived you as if you hadn’t turned to putty in their hands in front of their. 

“cari, you’re practically begging for us to touch you, but of course you aren’t easy” leila mocked, pouting at you as she looked down on you.

you scoffed, shifting slightly as if that would somehow ease the tension thrumming through your body. "i don’t beg" you repeated, though the breathiness in your voice betrayed you. "i just know what i want."

leila’s smirk didn’t waver as she dragged a slow finger down your arm. "oh, cariño," she murmured, tilting her head.

"and what is it you want, hmm?" misa spoke, having your head snapping in her direction.

your lips parted, but no words came out at first, your breath unsteady under their piercing gazes. you shifted slightly, heart pounding as your fingers curled into your lap.

"i… i don’t know," you admitted softly, voice barely above a whisper. your body, however, told a different story, silently pleading for them to decide for you.

you watched as they shared a look, “i think we can figure that out” misa hummed in response. 

“we definitely can” leila confirmed with a soft nod, “after we get back to the villa” she added, shattering the hope that had been building in finally getting what you wanted after all the relentless build up you’d been experiencing. 

“why after?” your eyes gave her a pleading look, trying to convince her with just a look was probably hopeless, but it was worth a short. 

“you want us to fuck you on a boat for our friends to see? very brave of you princesa” misa purred, her hand reaching out and tugging on the string of your bikini bottoms ever so slightly. 

your eyes widened as you shook your head slightly, whilst the idea of them touching you here and now was incredible, you knew you wouldn’t be able to stand the endless teasing from your best friend if she saw how you were about to hand yourself over to them on a plate. 

“that’s what we thought” leila smiled, giving the signal to misa to pull on the string, causing it to fall next to you before you gasped and scrambled to retie it, worried that your friends would reappear on the boat any second. 

the two of them stood up, almost as if it was planned, “we are going to eat, are you joining us?” leila asked, nudging her head to the selection of fresh fruit and other snacks that had been catered as per alexia’s request. 

you shook your head politely as you stood to your feet, “i think i need to go for a swim and cool off”.

making your way to the back of the boat, you dived in without hesitation, the water being a desperate relief from the heat still coursing through your body. you wasted no time swimming towards the shore, where jenni and laia had decided that burying alexia in the sand was their newest form of entertainment.

most of the time on the beach was spent in your determined attempt to build a sandcastle without a bucket. every time you took your hands away, laia took it as an open invitation to knock it down, grinning as she ruined your progress. after the third time, you grabbed her ankle, sending her tumbling into the sand with a surprised yelp. the three of you sat giggly as the now incredibly sandy laia sent daggers in your direction.

eventually, the four of you made your way back to the boat, deciding it was time to return to the villa and unwind before getting ready for dinner. the day had been long, the sun still warm against your skin, but the lingering saltwater clinging to your body left you desperate for a shower. 

the moment you stepped inside, you beelined for the bathroom, grateful that your room had an ensuite, no waiting, no interruptions, just the promise of fresh, clean skin. time seemed to slip away as you stood under the spray, letting the heat soothe your muscles and refresh you entirely. by the time you stepped out, your body felt lighter, your damp hair falling in waves down your back as you pulled on a pair of soft shorts and a sports bra to lounge in.

swinging the bathroom door open, you were stopped in your tracks. 

leila and misa were sitting at the edge of your bed, their gazes locked onto you with knowing smirks. your stomach flipped as the memory of what had happened on the boat, the promise from the boat rushing back to your mind.

"you didn’t forget, did you, princesa?" misa’s voice was smooth yet firm, her arms crossed over her chest as she eyed you. the authority in her tone sent goosebumps racing up your arms, a shiver rolling through you as you processed what was happening.

you swallowed, quickly shaking your head. "no, of course not”, you lied. between playing on the beach and the trance-like calm of your shower, the promise they had made had momentarily slipped your mind. however the dull ache between your legs made it clear, it hadn’t forgotten for a second.

leila’s lips curled into a smirk, tilting her head slightly. "of course, amor," she murmured, her voice softer than misa’s but no less commanding. "come here."

the contrast of your predictions between them had your head spinning. leila, the one who would hold you, whisper soft praises against your skin, while misa was rougher, teasing, pushing you past your limits. at least, that’s what you assumed. boy you were wrong. 

hesitantly, you stepped forward, drawn into leila’s presence like she had an invisible pull on you. her hands reached for you instantly, fingers splaying across your waist as she guided you between her legs with ease. the warmth of her touch seeped into your skin, grounding you in the moment.

you were so focused on her that you almost didn’t notice misa standing until she was right behind you. her hands ghosted over your back, fingers tracing absent patterns over the ink etched into your skin. the teasing touch had you holding your breath, until they finally settled on your shoulders, pressing firmly as she began to knead the tension from your muscles.

the sensation had you instinctively tilting your head back, leaving your neck vulnerable, something that misa quickly noticed. her lips brushed against your skin, pressing slow, deliberate kisses that sent a shudder through your entire body. a quiet whimper threatened to escape your lips.

and then there was leila, her hands still moving, still exploring, mapping your body with a featherlight touch that somehow burned hotter than anything. every caress, every whisper of contact sent jolts of electricity through your veins. you were completely at their mercy. and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

your door swung open as laia came rushing it but was instantly stopped in her tracks before she could ask if you wanted to play mario kart on the switch she had bought. she stood rapidly blinking at the sight in front of her, clearly unsure of what to do before turning around and making a clear run for the door. 

“i told you so” she shouted before slamming the door behind her. 

your cheeks flushed red at the slight embarrassment you now felt after your best friend had seen you in this position, but the sets of hands that had taken hold of your body quickly refocused you on the situation that was developing with you at the centre. 

“you ready for some fun, carino?” leila mummered, her gaze locking onto you with a teasing smile

the look in her eyes had you nodding instantly, your breath hitching in anticipation. 

“oh you have no idea” misa whispered against your ear, voice dripping with a mix of mischief and smugness.

a/n - only half proof read, soz x