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kepa arrizabalaga x reader x mason mount - a smutty ghostface one shot

warnings: explicit hard smut, sort of scary?? (y/n thinks she's being attacked by a murderer), potentially triggering content so please read at your own discretion!! sub!reader, dom!kepa & dom!mason, double penetration, anal, oral sex (m and f receiving), choking, slapping, dirty talk, degradation and praise, pet names, edging, overstim, crying, fingering, face-fucking, knife kink, mask kink, i think that's it but lmk if i missed something!

word count: 10.9k+ (she's big)

a/n: happy halloween bitches! i've literally been getting ready for a night out and i suddenly remembered that i wrote this lmao so here you go! this is not at all edited so pls be warned about spelling and grammar mistakes (i literally wrote this in a brainrot over night so it's probably almost unintelligible lol), and i don't have time to double check my warnings but this is kind of intense so pls pls be careful reading it! x

The shrill ringing of my phone breaks the calm atmosphere in the house, making me jump out of my skin. I pause the episode of Pretty Little Liars as I get up from the sofa, wineglass in hand, and I head into the kitchen, my phone sat on the counter. My heart lifts with the thought that it’s probably my boyfriend calling to let me know he’s on his way home from work, but disappointment floods through me when I see that the screen’s lit up with an unknown number. I reject the call with an irritated sigh before checking if Kepa’s texted me, but our last communication was a few hours ago.

I decide to distract myself by checking on the pasta in the oven (I always cover the top with a thick layer of cheese and put it in the oven for it to get nice and melty, just how he likes it). I don’t cook very often, but I thought I’d make dinner as a surprise for my boyfriend tonight. He’s been really busy recently – all the training and travelling and exhaustion from matches has meant we haven’t been spending a lot of time together. And the time we have managed to spend together is usually a couple hours with dinner in front of the TV until he’s snoring loud enough to make the neighbours’ dog bark.

To cut a long story short, I need Kepa to rail me before I lose my mind. They always say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but unlike other men, Kepa’s stomach leads to his dick. A good homecooked meal and a couple glasses of wine? The man’s ready to go all night. So I’m hoping a candlelit dinner tonight will lead to him bending me over the table. I even put on my good lingerie set, so I’ll be very disappointed if this doesn’t go to plan.

My phone starts ringing again, the unknown number persisting, but I reject the call. I don’t have enough patience to deal with a call centre right now. I knock back my wine, pouring out another glass and knocking back half of that too, my body full of impatient energy. I just want him to get home so I can touch him and kiss him. He’s been even sexier than usual recently, looking all big and hot in the goal, veins and muscles rippling whenever he saves a shot. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t having to press my thighs together during every match, praying I wouldn’t leave a wet spot on my seat.

The phone rings again, and I let out an annoyed huff when I see it’s the unknown number for the third time. I snatch the phone from the counter, pressing the green button and holding it to my ear. ‘Hello?’ I say, silence on the other side for a few long moments before I hear a low ‘hello’ in response. The voice is male and unfamiliar, sounding distorted. The line must not be great.

There’s another few seconds of silence after he speaks, and I roll my eyes. ‘Yeah?’ I ask, trying to keep my tone patient. ‘Who is this?’ he asks, and I frown. Does he not realise he’s calling me? ‘Who are you trying to reach?’ I ask, a low chuckle sounding in response. ‘What number is this?’ he asks, sounding amused, and I shake my head. Idiot. ‘What number are you trying to reach?’ I ask in response, getting another low chuckle in response, the sound making my pulse jump.

‘I… don’t know,’ he responds, and I can’t help but roll my eyes again. ‘I think you have the wrong number.’ ‘Have I?’ ‘It happens. Don’t worry about it,’ I say before hanging up, putting my phone back down on the countertop. I pick up my wineglass and head over to the sliding glass door that leads out onto the patio, my reflection clear in it. I really hope Kepa appreciates the effort I’ve made for him – this dress is sexy and not comfortable at all, meaning I look insanely good in it.

My phone starts ringing again, and I sigh deeply before picking up the phone, answering the unknown number despite my common sense telling me not to. ‘Hello?’ ‘I’m sorry. I think I called the wrong number,’ the man says, and I take a moment to compose myself. ‘So why did you call it again?’ I ask slowly. ‘To apologise,’ he responds, the smirk clear in his voice. ‘You’re forgiven. Bye now,’ I say chirpily, about to hang up before I hear, ‘wait, wait. Don’t hang up.’

‘Why?’ I ask, leaning against the countertop and running my finger around the rim of my glass. This guy’s probably just some perv trying to get off, but at least this is some entertainment until Kepa gets home. ‘I want to talk to you for a bit.’ ‘There’s trillions of numbers for that, creep,’ I respond with a small smile before I take a sip of my wine.

‘Yeah, but I called yours,’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow. This guy can’t have intentionally called me, can he? ‘I thought you said this was the wrong number?’ ‘I lied. Why don’t you want to talk to me?’ he asks, switching the topic before I can dwell on it too long. ‘I don’t know who you are.’ ‘You tell me your name and I’ll tell you mine,’ he says, and I let out a laugh despite myself. This guy’s deluded.

‘I don’t think so,’ I say, flicking the rim of my wineglass with a manicured nail. ‘What was that?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes again. This guy needs to learn boundaries. ‘My wineglass.’ ‘You’re drinking wine?’ ‘Mmhmm. It’s date night,’ I say happily, getting excited again at the thought that Kepa will be home soon. ‘Date night?’ ‘Yep. My boyfriend doesn’t know it, but I’m surprising him with dinner tonight.’

‘Just dinner?’ he asks, and I let out an irritated noise. ‘What do you mean, ‘just dinner’? I’ve spent ages making this.’ ‘No, I don’t mean it like that. Dinner’s great. It’s just… isn’t it usually dinner and a movie?’ he asks, and I smile to myself. I’m hoping we won’t have time for a movie tonight – I want to be preoccupied with other things. ‘Yeah, but I think we might skip the movie.’ ‘You can’t skip the movie! That’s the best part of date night. Especially if it’s a scary movie,’ he says, his soft voice taking on a sudden edge that makes my hair on my arms stand up in worry.

‘What? Don’t you like scary movies?’ he asks, no edge to his voice. I must have imagined it. I tell myself to relax, taking a deep breath. ‘I don’t mind them.’ ‘What’s your favourite?’ he asks, and I think for a moment. ‘I like Scream. Ghostface is a good villain. What about you? What’s your favourite?’ I ask, met with a brief silence before he murmurs, ‘guess.’

‘Um… Nightmare on Elm Street?’ ‘Is that the one where the guy has knives for fingers?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes for the twentieth time this conversation. How can he start a conversation about scary movies if he doesn’t even know Nightmare on Elm Street? ‘Yeah, Freddy Krueger.’ ‘Freddy, that’s right. I liked that movie. It was scary.’ ‘The first one was, but the rest were bad,’ I say, taking a sip of my wine before my eyes flit up to the clock on the wall. Kepa should definitely be back from training now.

‘So… you mentioned your boyfriend,’ he says, and I can’t help but laugh. ‘Yeah.’ ‘Where is he?’ he asks, and I frown. Even he’s wondering where the hell Kepa is. ‘Why do you care, stranger?’ ‘That’s not my name,’ he says amusedly. ‘You didn’t tell me your name.’ ‘You didn’t tell me yours either. What is it?’ he asks, and I take another sip of my wine before I respond, ‘why do you want to know my name?’ ‘Because I want to know who I’m looking at,’ he responds, voice deadly soft, but the words have the effect of if he’d shouted them.

My blood goes cold, my eyes flitting to the back door. It’s pitch black outside, too dark to see if there’s anyone lurking. ‘What did you just say?’ I whisper, legs feeling weak as fear stabs through my body, my pulse skyrocketing. ‘I want to know who I’m talking to,’ he says slowly, as though he’s speaking to somebody stupid, and I shake my head, knowing what I heard.

‘That’s not what you said,’ I say shakily, rushing over to the door to make sure it’s locked, the handle not budging an inch. I feel a bit of relief flood through me – as long as the security system is working, no one can make it into this house unless their fingerprint is on the database. Perks of having a rich boyfriend. ‘What do you think I said?’ he asks, tone playful, but a sick feeling has already settled low in my stomach. This isn’t fun and entertaining anymore – I just want Kepa to get home.

‘I have to go,’ I say suddenly, and he chuckles lowly. ‘Your boyfriend isn’t home yet. Don’t you want the company?’ he asks, sounding mocking like he knows how scared I am right now. ‘No.’ ‘Are you sure? You don’t like being alone, princesa,’ he says, that one word making all the tension flood out of my body.

I’ve been waiting for Kepa to get home, but he’s the idiot on the other side of the phone.

‘Oh, thank God. Kepa, this isn’t funny,’ I whine. ‘I’m not your boyfriend, y/n. Don’t thank God yet,’ he teases, my relief tainted by a little bit of uneasiness. What if it really isn’t Kepa? But it has to be. He obviously has a voice distorter on, which is hiding the usual Spanish lilt to his voice, and princesa is his pet name of choice for me.

‘Cut it out, Kep. You’re scaring me,’ I say quietly, and he laughs gently. ‘There’s nothing to be scared of, baby. If you keep on being a good girl for me, I won’t hurt you,’ he murmurs softly, and I let out a little breath. It’s definitely him – no psycho murderer would be reassuring me. ‘Fine. I’ll be a good girl for you. Just come home,’ I say, the fear in my stomach subsiding, replaced by the desire that’s been sitting there for weeks.

‘I’m on my way. But I want you to be ready for me, princesa.’ ‘I am ready for you. I’m wearing… my boyfriend’s favourite dress,’ I say lowly, trying my best to sound all seductive, and I’m rewarded when I hear him take a breath to compose himself. ‘I can see that. You’ve put his favourite perfume on too, and you’re drinking the wine that gets you all worked up and desperate. I’ve been watching your every move,’ he whispers, the words making me a shiver run down my spine. My eyes flit up to security camera in the corner of the room, identical to the ones in the corner of every room in the house. Both of us can watch from them live on our phones.

‘You might want to answer that,’ he says suddenly, words followed by the doorbell echoing through the house, making me jump. I keep the phone to my ear as I head out of the kitchen and into the foyer, shivering from my bare feet on the cold marble floor as I walk to the front door. I open it without any hesitation, the empty porch making me falter. I thought he’d be stood there, but there’s nothing there except for my car parked on the driveway, his nowhere to be seen.

‘Who’s there?’ I call out in a sing-song voice despite the uncertainty still swirling around inside me. What if this is an A-grade stalker, who’s pretending to be Kepa to lull me into a false sense of security? And I’m the moron throwing the door open and shouting out to him. ‘You should never say ‘who’s there?’. Don’t you watch scary movies? It’s a death wish, babe,’ he says suddenly, reminding me that he’s still on the other side of the phone, and I quickly shut the door, making sure it locks afterwards.

‘Okay, enough’s enough. You’ve had your fun. Just stop now,’ I say quietly, chewing on my lip nervously as I head back to the kitchen. ‘Or what?’ ‘Or… my boyfriend’s gonna be home soon,’ I say with a small smile, his little laugh reassuring me. It has to be Kepa I’m talking to. ‘Oh, really?’ ‘Yeah, and he’s gonna be pissed when I tell him what you’re doing.’ ‘Will he?’ ‘Yeah. He’s 6 foot 1, and super big, and he plays football, so he’s athletic, and he’ll beat the shit out of you,’ I reply, my words met with more rich laughter.

‘I’m sure he will, baby. Or maybe I’ll gut him like a fish,’ he says sinisterly, striking fear into me again. Calm down, y/n. It’s just Kepa. It couldn’t possibly be anyone else. ‘What do you want?’ I ask, putting on the helpless damsel-in-distress voice, and he chuckles softly. ‘I want to see what your insides look like,’ he murmurs in a velvet voice, the words laced with a dirty innuendo that makes my underwear dampen considerably.

‘But first… let’s play a game. If you answer my questions correctly, I won’t lay a finger on you. If you get any of them wrong, I get to do whatever I want to do to you,’ he bargains, sparking my competitive streak. If winning means I don’t get his touch tonight, fine by me. I’m too competitive to lose. ‘Okay. Go ahead,’ I prompt.

‘Here’s your first question. Who’s the killer in Halloween?’ ‘Hmmm, I’m not sure I remember,’ I tease, and he laughs lightly. ‘Come on, princesa. You know this one. White mask, stalks babysitters?’ ‘Oh, right... it’s Michael Myers!’ I exclaim, as though the name only just came to me. ‘Good girl. You’re doing well. Ready for your next one?’ ‘Mmhmm.’

‘Who’s the killer in Friday the 13th?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes. He really thinks he can trick me with this? ‘Mrs Vorhees, Jason’s mother, followed by Jason himself in the sequel,’ I say happily, and he lets out a little sigh, disappointed I got it right. ‘You’re too good at this.’ ‘You know it, baby. Come on, give me another one,’ I say tauntingly, and it’s like I can feel the atmosphere shift over the phone.

‘Okay. Which door am I at?’ he asks, voice deadly soft again, and I freeze, uneasiness filling me. ‘Kepa…’ ‘I told you already, princesa. I’m not your boyfriend. Now answer my question if you want to win,’ he prompts, and I take a deep breath. He’s using my pet name to reassure me that it’s him without ruining the act. I’m not in any danger.

‘Um… the front door,’ I answer, waiting with bated breath for a response. But I’m met with a long silence, the tension multiplying with every second that goes by. And then finally he whispers his reply, the one word sending a shiver through me. ‘Wrong.’

I hear the door behind me slide open and I whirl around, ready to greet my boyfriend with open arms, a big smile on my face. But the smile on my face slips when I’m met with the sight of a figure stood in the doorway, dressed in a floor-length black robe, face covered by a white Ghostface mask. The figure’s hands are covered with black gloves, and in one of them, he’s holding a knife. A very sharp, very shiny, very real knife.

My mouth drops open in a bloodcurdling scream, and I run for the foyer staircase without a moment’s hesitation, the sound of my feet hitting the marble echoing loudly as I sprint up the stairs. When I hear his thundering footsteps, my heart misses a beat, fear filling my veins, and I can’t help but scream again when I turn to see him following me up the stairs.

I look ahead, knowing I’ll fall if I’m not careful, and I head straight towards mine and Kepa’s bedroom. Once it’s locked, only he and I can get in with our thumbprints, so it’ll prove if it’s him or not. As soon as I’m in the room, I shut the door and lock it with shaky hands, the silence that follows making me feel even more on edge. He’s probably stood right outside, just biding his time.

I take a few deep breaths to calm my nerves, and it’s only when my ringtone sounds out into the silence do I remember that my phone’s in my hand, the sound making me jump again. I answer without any hesitation, met with low chuckles on the other side. ‘You’d make a good final girl, princesa. That was a real scary-movie scream,’ he teases, and I let out a low sob, tears in my eyes.

‘I’m scared, Kep. Why are you doing this?’ I ask, sitting on the edge of our bed before my legs give way. ‘I’m upset with you, babe. While your boyfriend’s been working so hard, earning money for you to spend on whatever you want, you’ve been crushing on his teammate,’ he murmurs, confusion filling me. What is he talking about?

‘Don’t act like you don’t know, y/n. I’ve seen how you look at him. How your eyes are glued to him on the pitch while your boyfriend’s in the dugout. You stare at his thighs, his hands running through his hair, his neck when he shouts and his lips when he spits. You want him, don’t you, princesa?’ he asks, and despite the fear still making my heart race, I feel guilty that I know exactly who he’s referring to.

It’s been a tough couple months for me. We’ve only had sex once in all that time, and he barely participated because he was tired (I’ve never been the one to do all the work so I didn’t enjoy it much). I’ve been frustrated. And when Kepa was still on the bench every match, my thirsty mind had to find someone to ogle for the 90 minutes. And that someone ended up being Mason Mount.

He’s an annoying cocky little shit, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to him, especially when he’s playing football. His corner kicks, his hair flicks, his spitting, his angry outbursts, his goals, his injuries. All of it is just so… hot. Kepa’s right – I’ve been trying to hide it, but I have a real crush on his teammate.

‘Kepa, I’m-’ ‘Don’t start trying to apologise now that you’ve been caught out, princesa. It’s too late for that now. And anyway, I feel for you a little bit. It must have been hard for you, with your boyfriend giving you no attention. I bet you’ve been trying your best to get yourself off. Do your fingers feel as good as his, baby?’ he asks, my underwear flooded with arousal now. He’s killing me – half of my mind is in panic mode, and the other half is thinking about dick. I don’t know which part I’m more annoyed with.

‘Show me, baby. Take off that pretty dress, lie down on the bed, and show me how you’ve been touching yourself, thinking of your boyfriend and his best friend,’ he taunts, my stomach clenching with nerves. One thing Kepa never does is call my pet names in English, yet the person on the other side of the phone has been calling me ‘baby’ and ‘babe instead of the usual ‘cariño’ or ‘querido’.

Before it can properly dawn on me, there’s a loud banging on the door, a startled scream escaping my lips. ‘I’m getting impatient, babe. Take off your dress before I come in and cut it off you with my knife,’ he threatens through gritted teeth, and I quickly get up off the bed. I put the phone on speaker, leaving it sat atop the sheets before I reach back to the zip on my dress.

My hands shake as I pull down the zip, my skin exposed to the room when I let the dress drop off me, leaving me stood in just my black lacy lingerie, suspenders and all. ‘Wow. Look at you, baby. So pretty. Did you dress up all for me? Or for your footballer boyfriend?’ he taunts, the cold air on my bare skin making me shiver.

‘Now lie down on the bed,’ he says in a gentle tone, and I do as he says, settling myself amongst the sheets, back against the headboard. ‘Spread your legs for me,’ he prompts, my actions following his words, exposing my clothed core to the room.

‘Slip your hand into your pants, princesa,’ he instructs softly, and I let my hand trail down my body before sliding beneath my underwear, a shaky breath falling from my lips when my fingertips brush against my clit. ‘So sensitive. I bet you’re so wet, so desperate for me to fuck you. Am I right, y/n? I’m right, aren’t I, baby? You’re so desperate for my cock, my fingers, my tongue. Anything I give you, you’ll be grateful for, huh?’ he asks, and I just nod, fingers ghosting across my folds, light tingles of pleasure running through me.

‘Are you gonna let me come in and fuck you, babe? I’m so hard for you, baby, so fucking hard. I wanna make you scream with my cock. Will you let me come in, y/n?’ he asks, and I shake my head, no. Despite my mind clouding over with a hazy fog, I’m still scared of the Ghostface on the other side of the door.

‘Well, if you remember correctly, baby, you got one of the questions wrong, which means I get to do whatever I want to you. Maybe I’ll use my knife to make you scream instead of my cock. Is that what you want, princesa?’ he asks, and the fear takes over, making me remove my hand from my pants and grab the phone shakily. ‘No, please. I’m scared,’ I whisper, and he lets out a low chuckle that makes my stomach turn.

‘You should be.’

The door swings open, Ghostface stood in the doorway, the only light in the room streaming in around his big frame from the hallway. His knife is still in one hand, head tilted mockingly, and the mask’s mouth is open in its perpetual scream, as though it’s warning me what I’m about to be doing too. ‘You look so sexy when you’re scared, baby. Your eyes are all big and teary, your teeth biting your lip, your chest heaving with deep breaths. I bet you look like that when you’re getting fucked as well, huh?’ the voice on the other end of the phone asks, cold realisation hitting me.

Ghostface only has a knife in his hand, the other one empty. No phone in sight.

‘Oh, princesa, you’re so cute. For someone who likes scary movies, you clearly don’t pay much attention to them. It was never just Billy Loomis. Stu Macher was with him all along. It was how they managed to do all their killing,’ the voice on the phone says mockingly, and then I hear the handle on the bathroom door turning slowly.

My breathing falters as I wait for the door to open, my heart stopping when another Ghostface is revealed, both of them standing in opposite doorways, staring at me. The new one has a phone and a voice distorter in his gloved hands, held up to his mouth. ‘Two’s better than one, baby,’ he says cockily, voice echoing through my phone.

I cover my mouth, a sob escaping my lips, and my eyes fill with tears that begin to spill over. I’m terrified despite how I’m pretty sure I know who both of these Ghostfaces are, my eyes flitting back and forth between the two of them. The first one walks across the room to me and I shrink away from him in fear, letting out a sob when his hand tightens around my throat and he pulls me closer to him. He lifts the knife to my face, gliding the tip across my skin, the cold metal making me shiver. The proximity means I can hear him breathing through the mask, and a familiar scent fills my senses.

‘What’s the safeword, cariño?’ a muffled voice asks from the other side of the mask, and I breathe a sigh of relief at hearing the Spanish accent, my nerves easing at him using one of his Spanish pet names for me. ‘Arsenal,’ I respond (hearing me shout his rival team is a definite way to get him to stop whatever he’s doing), and he nods, releasing my neck and lifting his hand to my face, wiping away my tears.

‘I like you scared, princesa. Your screams are so pretty,’ he murmurs softly, hand caressing my face with the most gentle touch before he reaches over to flick the lamp on. ‘I bet they sound prettier when she’s being touched than when she’s being chased up the stairs,’ the other Ghostface says, reminding me of his presence, and I suddenly realise what this is leading up to, the thought almost making me moan aloud. I’ve been desperate for cock for weeks, and now I’m gonna get two.

‘Much prettier. Come and find out for yourself,’ Kepa says, Mason stepping across the room to stand beside his teammate. My heart jumps at the two of them stood there in front of me, the two masks looking down at me with mocking screams. ‘Hands and knees, querido. Culo in the air for us,’ Kepa prompts, and I move into position, facing away from them and giving them a full view of my ass, supporting my body weight on weak arms.

‘I didn’t know it was possible to have a wet patch on black fabric,’ Mason teases, a gloved finger hooking through my pants and pulling them aside, both of them letting out appreciative noises at the sight of my soaked core. ‘Such a pretty pussy. So wet, babe. Is this all for us, y/n?’ Mason asks, his compliment making a thrill run through me. I let out a hum in response, a hand suddenly snaking around my neck, pulling my head back in an uncomfortable position.

‘Words, baby,’ Mason murmurs. ‘Yes, it’s for both of you,’ I respond, voice strained, and my neck is released from the hand’s tight hold. ‘Good girl. Do you want us to touch you?’ ‘Yes. Please,’ I whimper, feeling a finger ghosting over my folds a moment later. I bite down on my lip, embarrassed at how close I am to moaning when they’ve barely touched me.

There’s no more movement so I push my ass back, needing more contact, and both of them laugh, humiliation filling me and making me even wetter. ‘Our little princess is so needy for us, huh? Does our pretty girl want more?’ Mason asks, his dirty talk turning me on so much. Kepa drops a pet name or compliment (or insult – degradation gets me going) here and there, but he’s never been one for a running commentary like this.

‘Please,’ I whisper. ‘What do you want, baby? Tell us what you want, and we’ll give it to you.’ ‘Anything. Just something, please,’ I beg, the aching in my core thrumming through my whole body. ‘Shall we touch you with our knives, princesa?’ Kepa asks, and I take it as an innuendo before I feel the sharp tip of cold metal tracing down my spine, a harsh shiver running through me. ‘I did tell you I wanted to see what your insides look like, babe,’ Mason reminds me, smirk audible in his voice.

Even though I know it’s a joke, it sparks fear in me again, which only makes me gush with more arousal. Fear and desire have always gone hand-in-hand for me, which is how I ended up with an intimidating Adonis for a boyfriend. He scares me just as much as he turns me on, and that’s always been the case for everything. Whenever we watch horror films together, we end up fucking afterwards, because he knows how needy I get when I’m scared out of my wits. Halloween’s his favourite time of year.

‘Please don’t kill me, Mr Ghostface. I wanna be in the sequel,’ I say breathily, quoting Tatum’s line in the film, both of them laughing in response. ‘Oh, baby, we’re not gonna kill you. We’ve gotta have some fun with you first,’ Mason murmurs in a low voice, my heart racing at the possibilities of where this is gonna go.

Before I can respond, a finger plunges into me, a moan escaping my lips as I clench around the digit, head falling forward against my chest. I feel a hand wrap around my hair before pulling harshly, keeping my head back, and the knife appears at my neck, the blade like ice against my burning hot skin. The finger inside me is joined by another, the friction from the gloves making me whimper, and I feel my stomach clench when the fingers begin thrusting in and out of me, trying to open me up.

I don’t even know whose fingers are inside of me, or whose hand is pulling on my hair, the ambiguity making everything even hotter, and I can’t help the moans and whimpers slipping through my lips every few seconds. ‘Fuck, you weren’t lying. She sounds so pretty. So pretty and good for us,’ Mason murmurs, the fingers inside me curling against my walls, the feeling taking my breath away.

A third finger pushes into me, the painful stretch making me whine in pain, and I feel a hand rubbing my ass soothingly. I pant as I try to adjust to the stretch, the fingers pumping in and out of me as soon as my breathing calms down, and the hand resting on my ass disappears before landing back down heavily, the slap reverberating around the room.

With the fingers thrusting into me, slaps landing harshly on my ass, my hair being pulled and knife to my throat, I’m losing my mind, all sense disappearing and melting down into nothing but overwhelming pleasure. When a thumb appears at my clit, pressing down roughly, I let out a loud moan, sounding pathetic even to my own ears, and my walls clamp down around the fingers, legs shaking.

‘I’m gonna…’ I trail off, already feeling the tell-tale signs of an orgasm, the knot in my stomach tightening more with each circle being drawn at my clit. ‘You’re gonna what, babe? Are you gonna cum for us?’ Mason asks teasingly, the long fingers inside me curling against the soft spot that makes me cry out. ‘I think she’s gonna cum, bro,’ Mason says conversationally, Kepa chuckling. ‘Not without permission, she’s not,’ Kepa reminds me, and I begin pleading before he’s even finished talking.

‘Please let me cum. I need it so bad, please. I need to cum, please let me cum,’ I moan, not even thinking about what I’m saying before the words come out. ‘What do you think? Shall we let her?’ Kepa asks, as though he’s asking Mason whether he thinks it’s gonna rain, their indifference making me even more desperate for them. I’m a victim of the chase.

‘Hmm, I don’t know, bro. Has she earned it?’ ‘All she’s done is lie here and let us fuck her with our fingers like a dirty little slut,’ Kepa murmurs, sentence punctuated with a rough slap on my ass, his words prompting a moan to fall from my lips. ‘It’s like that? Baby likes being called a slut?’ Mason asks, sounding like he’s stumbled across a goldmine, and I can’t wait for the filth he’s gonna be saying to me tonight.

‘She loves it. Almost as much as she loves being a lazy little bitch in bed. I don’t think she deserves it.’ ‘Me neither,’ Mason agrees, their hands disappearing from me a moment later, my orgasm instantly fading away. I let out a whine at the loss of contact, even missing the feeling of the knife against my throat, and my whine is rewarded with another slap on my ass, the skin burning at this point.

‘Don’t be a brat, y/n. Thank us for what we gave you,’ Mason says, voice laced with malice, pushing me to see if I’ll do it. ‘Thank you for your fingers,’ I say pathetically, a light slap landing on my ass after I speak. ‘That’s better. You wanna be a good girl for us, don’t you, princesa?’ Kepa asks, and I nod, knowing I need to behave if I want to get off tonight.

‘Turn around, baby,’ Mason prompts, and I do as he says, tucking my legs beneath me as I turn to face them, my ass sore. I look up at the two of them, searching for their eyes behind the masks, nothing but empty darkness staring back at me, sending a shiver down my spine. Imagine if it’s not really them, and it’s two psychos imitating them, trying their best to sound like them. What if-

‘Are you still scared, querido?’ Kepa asks in the voice that always gets me going, his tone half-patronising and half-comforting, and I nod in response, looking up at them through my lashes. From this angle, I can’t even tell which of them is which, the two of them stood to close together to tell who each voice is coming from. The one on the left has the knife in his hand and he uses it to tilt my head up, my eyes on the ceiling.

‘Eyes on us, babe,’ Mason says, my gaze flitting down to the two identical masks again, sending a quiver of fear through me. ‘God, you look so hot when you’re scared. Just wanna fuck this pretty face,’ Mason says, a hand coming to tighten around my neck. ‘She’s all yours,’ Kepa says, one of the figures stepping back and taking a seat on the chaise lounge chair in the corner of the room, putting the knife down beside him.

The figure still in front of me – Mason – lets go of my neck and unbuttons his black robe just enough to let his hard cock spring free. He’s not as long as Kepa, but he’s still a mouth-watering size, thick enough that I know my jaw’s gonna ache after this. ‘Mouth open, baby,’ he prompts, and I part my lips enough for him to slide in.

But he only gives me two fingers, his other hand gripping his length and tugging on it a few times, the tip leaking with precum. It’s humiliating – I’m sat here in skimpy transparent lingerie with his fingers in my mouth, and he’s almost completely covered, jacking off right in front of my face. I feel my underwear flooding all over again.

Without any warning, he removes his fingers and pushes his cock into my mouth, letting out a low groan as he slides all the way in, tip hitting the back of my throat and prompting a loud gag. ‘Fuck,’ he moans, drawing the word out as he stills, my throat trying to reject the intrusion. I try to breathe through my nose, tears already collecting on my waterline, and when he finally pulls out, I gasp like I’ve been drowning.

‘Suck him off, princesa. Show him how good you are with your mouth,’ Kepa prompts from the corner of the room, drawing my attention back to him. The sight of him sprawled out on the seat, watching his girlfriend with another man is enough to make my stomach clench with arousal. The bedsheets are gonna be soaked if they go on like this.

I lean forward, looking up at Mason with big, innocent eyes as I press a kiss to his tip, a shaky breath audible through the mask, making me grin to myself. I place my tongue at the base, licking up to his tip against the vein on the underside of his cock before taking the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him and sucking like he’s a lollipop, cheeks caved in. I look up at him as I take him further in, eyes meeting the hollow black ones on his mask, and another gag forces its way up my throat, a soft groan falling from his lips.

I set a gentle pace, slowly bobbing my head up and down, taking him in as far as possible, hand leisurely tugging at what I can’t reach. ‘Like that, y/n, just like that. Feels so fucking good, baby,’ he groans quietly, head thrown back, hand fisting into my hair as my eyes begin to water, and I hum around at him at the praise, the sensation making him moan softly, the sound going straight to my core.

It’s not long before his hips begin moving, his hand controlling my head movements, and I grab onto his legs as he thrusts slowly. ‘Gonna be a good girl for me, babe? Gonna let me fuck this pretty little mouth?’ he asks, and I hum in response, tears filling my eyes again. He doesn’t wait another moment before his thrusts speed up and I gag repeatedly around him. The sounds only spur him on, and tears run down my face as he looks down at me, watching me try to take him as far in as possible.

‘Fuck, you’re so good. Such a good little slut, letting me fuck your mouth, and taking it so well. Love hearing you gagging,’ he says in a strained voice, thrusting particularly hard to prompt a gag from me, the noise making him moan. ‘You’re so hot,’ he murmurs, the praise making me moan, the vibrations making his hips falter. Tears stream down my face, saliva bubbles around my mouth and drips down my chin and neck – I must look like such a mess right now.

And then I remember that Kepa’s sat in the corner, my gaze flicking over to him, stomach turning when I see that he’s jacking off whilst watching us. The sight makes me moan again, Mason letting out a choked groan, the noise only making me wetter. He pulls out of my mouth a moment later, breathing heavily, chest visibly heaving.

‘You weren’t lying,’ Mason says, Kepa chuckling as he gets to his feet. ‘I told you, hermano. She sucks your soul,’ he murmurs, standing in front of me and wiping my face clean again. ‘Lie down for us, princesa,’ Kepa instructs, and I do as he says with a weak and shaky body, tension flooding out of me as I relax into the sheets, lying horizontally across the bed with my feet dangling off the side.

‘Look at her. So pretty. What shall we do to you, babe?’ Mason asks, the knife in his hand. He rests the tip of it against my thigh before running it down my leg, the sharp point a cold sting against my skin. ‘Anything. Please,’ I whisper, body already so tired but desperate for both of them, for whatever they want to do to me.

‘Gonna let me eat your pretty little pussy, baby?’ he asks silkily, a moan falling from my lips at just the thought of it. ‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ he says amusedly, dropping to his knees at the side of the bed, disappearing from my view. I’m about to sit up so I can see him take off the mask but Kepa appears behind me, a hand on my shoulder to keep me lying down.

He taps my bottom lip, the message in the action clear, and I open my mouth for him. I watch him, my boyfriend upside-down in my vision as he opens his robe. I’m too distracted watching Kepa wrap his hand around his cock that I forget about Mason until he spreads my legs apart and pulls my pants aside.

He doesn’t waste any time, tongue licking a bold stripe across my core, prompting a breathy moan from me. ‘Mmm. You taste so good, babe. So sweet,’ Mason groans, lips against my inner thigh, pressing soft kisses to my skin. ‘Thank him for being kind to you, cariño,’ Kepa prompts, a mocking tinge to his voice, as Mason dips his tongue between my folds. ‘Thank you,’ I whimper, voice hitching when he presses his thumb to my clit, rubbing slow and hard circles that send shivers through me.

He keeps himself composed for barely ten seconds before he loses control, beginning to eat me out like he’s starving. Obscene wet sounds fill the room as he licks and sucks me, prompting desperate moaning from me. I reach down to thread my hands into his hair, the fluffy locks soft against my fingers, and when I tug on it, he lets out a gentle grunt against me, the vibrations making me squirm.

‘Ready, princesa?’ Kepa murmurs, reminding me of his presence, and I nod, opening my mouth wide for him again. He taps his cock against my tongue, the angle I’m lying at allowing him to push down into my throat and, despite my gagging, he slides all the way in until his balls tap against my nose. He pulls back out with a shaky breath, allowing me to inhale deeply before entering my mouth again.

He thrusts shallowly, not going too far into my mouth, and I’m grateful for it. With Mason eating me out like a man possessed, I’m already struggling to breathe, constantly moaning around Kepa’s cock which only gets him even more worked up. I try my best to engage my brain, sucking on his cock as best as I can whilst pulling Mason’s face even closer to my core. He flicks his tongue inside me, nose nuzzling against my clit in a way that makes me moan his name, but it comes out as gibberish with Kepa keeping my mouth full.

Kepa’s broken breaths and pleasured groans become more and more frequent, his gloved hands resting softly on my face as his hips move slowly back and forth. He’s doing everything in his power to hold back from fucking into my mouth as hard and fast as he wants to, that in itself making me even wetter, the squelching from between my legs getting even louder as Mason laps at me relentlessly.

‘Are you close, querido?’ Kepa asks, voice strained, but I’m too far gone to be able to respond, squirming on the bed with my thighs trying to close around Mason’s head, heels digging into his back. ‘I think she’s close. Shall I let her?’ Mason asks against my clit, my back arching up at the vibrations, a high-pitched whine escaping my mouth. ‘No,’ Kepa responds shortly, and I feel my eyes welling up at the thought of being edged again. The knot in my stomach is so tight, ready to snap, but I feel it loosening the moment Mason moves away from me.

Kepa pulls out of my mouth a moment later, a shiver running through me at feeling suddenly empty, and I can’t help but let out a sob. ‘Turn over,’ Kepa prompts, and I roll onto my front, the man kneeling down in front of me. ‘Don’t cry, cariño. You’ll get what you want,’ he says comfortingly, running a gloved hand down the side of my face soothingly. His hand comes to rest over my eyes and a moment later, his lips meet mine in a soft kiss that tastes like my boyfriend – any doubt in my mind about who he is disappears instantly.

Before I can even deepen the kiss, I feel Mason’s hands wrap around my ankles, pulling me across the bed towards him. He flicks open my bra before flipping me over, his hands instantly grabbing at my boobs, gloved fingers tugging at my nipples, my head falling back against the bed as I let out a helpless whimper.

‘Gonna let me fuck you, baby?’ he asks, and I nod desperately, legs spreading unconsciously for him. His hands slide down my body to my pants and he pulls them down my legs, leaving me in just suspenders and transparent stockings, the rest of me on show for him. ‘Such a beautiful body, so pretty for us,’ he compliments, rubbing softly at my clit, and I let out breathy moans in response, tingles of pleasure running through me.

‘Does our pretty baby wanna be fucked?’ he asks again, clearly wanting me to say it, and push down the humiliation to reply, ‘yes, please fuck me. I need it so bad.’ ‘Good girl,’ he says amusedly, deftly catching the condom Kepa throws to him. ‘No condom, please. I’m on birth control,’ I say, his movements freezing for a moment before he looks at Kepa.

‘Are you sure, cariño?’ Kepa asks, out of my view, and I nod. Kepa and I almost never use a condom, and it’ll drive me crazy feeling Mason raw inside me. ‘Fuck,’ Mason curses under his breath, pulling my legs up to rest on his shoulders, insides of my ankles brushing against the cold plastic of the mask. He runs his tip up and down my folds before plunging in without warning, both of us moaning as he bottoms out inside me.

He’s thick enough for the stretch to burn but he rubs my clit to soothe the pain, hips keeping himself still inside me. ‘Please, I need it. Please fuck me,’ I beg desperately, and he doesn’t waste any time, pulling all the way out before slamming back in, winding me. He starts off gentle, his thrusts deep but leisurely, and it feels like the head of his cock is prodding against my cervix each time he slides back in, making me whimper pathetically.

‘Fucking slut,’ he murmurs, thrusting into me particularly hard, and my mouth drops open in a silent moan at the insult, back lifting up from the bed with his tight grip on my waist. He gradually picks up the pace, and I moan helplessly as his cock drags against my walls. I can’t help but clench around him, and I can tell he’s holding himself back from going harder, his breaths coming out laboured. He must be close to suffocation in that mask.

It seems he wants me to feel the same, his hand coming to my neck and tightening, cutting off my airways so a pleasurable haze clouds over my mind. ‘Fuck, you’re so tight,’ he groans, body tense with the effort of keeping himself together, and I let out a choked moan, eyes full of overwhelmed tears. He reaches to slip two gloved fingers into my mouth, and I can taste my own arousal on the material, the filth of it making me gush around his cock.

‘Fuck, you feel so fucking good. So wet for me. So wet for a man that’s not your boyfriend, dirty little slut,’ he taunts me, my brain barely processing his words, too focused on the tip of his cock scraping against the spot inside me that makes my eyes roll back, intense waves of pleasure rolling over my body.

‘Such a tight little pussy. Guess your boyfriend hasn’t been fucking you properly,’ he murmurs cockily, shooting a look over his shoulder to where Kepa must be stood now. ‘Watch it,’ Kepa warns darkly, Mason laughing at managing to piss him off. I can barely focus on their interaction, the knot in my stomach tightening again. I can’t even form words, babbling unintelligibly around his fingers, and both of them chuckle at the state of me. His pace slows down again, the boy leisurely thrusting into me, and my eyes fill with tears with the desperation for my orgasm, my vision blurred and head numb with pleasure.

‘Are you gonna cum, princess?’ Mason asks, and I don’t even nod in response, not wanting to be edged again. ‘That’s a yes,’ Kepa murmurs, and Mason pulls out of me straight away, a frustrated sob breaking free from my mouth. Mason’s hand comes down onto my pussy in a light slap, making me let out a strangled yelp and I shoot him a reproachful look, hearing a chuckle from beneath the mask.

‘Don’t give him that face. You should be grateful, cariño.’ ‘Grateful for what? Being edged a trillion times?’ I ask bitterly, and I can feel the sternness radiating from Kepa’s mask. ‘Don’t be bratty,’ he says, unbuttoning his robe and removing his gloves before pulling his mask off. His skin is flushed, curls unruly and eyes bright, my heart pounding at the sight of him. I beam, reaching a hand out to him and pulling him close to press a kiss to his lips.

‘Sit on my face?’ he asks against my lips, my pussy drenched at the thought, and I nod, ‘please.’ He comes to lie on the bed, his legs hanging off the bottom of it, and he’s wearing nothing but his boxers, relief filling me that I can finally see his face. I can’t see it for long though, as he pulls me towards him, wrapping his arms around my thighs to bring me close to his head, my body blocking the bottom half of his face.

He doesn’t even give me a moment to prepare before he licks a bold stripe across my slit, making my whole body quiver above him. ‘Joder. Sabes tan dulce. Could eat you all day, princesa,’ he says against my core, the vibrations making me whimper.

He starts relatively slow, tongue circling my clit before lapping up my slick and poking between my folds gently but it’s not long before he loses his self-control, abusing my heat with his tongue, hands holding me in a bruisingly tight grip as I squirm, unable to hold my weight up. My pussy must be suffocating him.

‘Please, please,’ I moan repeatedly, and I can see the amusement in his eyes as he breathes against my folds, his tongue circling my clit again and again. ‘Please, what? Words, cariño,’ he says against my folds, making me jolt forwards, head almost hitting the wall. ‘More, Kepa, more. I need to cum,’ I force out between moans, face contorted in pleasure, and he lets out a gentle chuckle.

‘My dirty slut wants to cum?’ he asks, words dripping with amusement, and I nod, mouth open in a silent moan as the waves of pleasure roll over me. He practically begins to make out with my pussy, lips moving against my folds as his tongue pokes into me every few seconds. And then he decided to torture me further, mouth moving to suck at my clit as he pushes two fingers into me and curls them, prompting a loud moan from me.

‘Let me fuck you then,’ he says against my clit, fingers disappearing from inside me, and I shakily lift myself up from his face, leaning down to kiss him briefly again, a soft smile on his face as he kisses me back. How can this be the man that chased me up the stairs with a knife a little while ago?

I move down his body, hovering over his cock and watching as he pushes his boxers down just enough to guide himself into me. I sink down onto him, the familiarity making me sigh as I take him all the way in, his length filling me up almost painfully. It’s like I can feel him in my stomach. I take a few seconds to adjust, suddenly remembering Mason, and I turn to see him sat on the chair in the corner, mask, gloves and robe gone, hand down his boxers and grin on his face.

I motion for him to come over and he stands beside the bed, turning my hand with a strong hand on my chin and pulling my face to his. Our lips meet in a messy kiss, teeth and tongues clashing, and I feel the thrill of kissing someone who isn’t my boyfriend, someone I’ve been secretly crushing on for a while. He bites down on my lip, making me moan into his mouth before he laves his tongue soothingly over where he just bit, my pussy gushing around Kepa.

I break away, remembering my boyfriend whose cock I’m sat on, but he’s watching us with an amused look on his face, leaning on his elbows for a good view. ‘I think I like seeing you with other guys,’ he admits with a grin, Mason laughing, and I raise an amused eyebrow. ‘Are you a dirty voyeur, papí?’ I tease, his gaze hardening and eyes narrowing, scaring me just as much as when he had the mask on, making me wetter again. ‘I’m gonna fuck you hard for that,’ he says darkly, arousal pooling in my stomach.

His hands tighten on my hips and he lifts me before pushing me back down onto his cock, thrusting up at the same time, making me moan with my head thrown back, almost falling off the bed but bumping into Mason instead. He presses kisses along my neck, biting colours into my skin as Kepa lifts me up and down on him, fucking up into me in a way that makes me whimper his name desperately.

He sits up after a few moments, my body sandwiched between theirs, and I grind down onto him, my clit rubbing against his skin, head going light at the pleasure. He dips his head to suck at my nipples, nipping at the flesh of my breasts as I try my best to ride, relying on him lifting me up and down. ‘Good girl, bouncing on my cock,’ Kepa murmurs as Mason’s hand slides around me to rub at my clit, my head falling back against his strong chest.

Kepa’s tip scrapes against the spot inside me that makes my back arch, and his lips stray up to my shoulder. The feeling of both he and Mason’s kissing and biting at my skin, Mason’s fingers at my clit and Kepa’s cock buried inside me, it’s all too much. I’m so close to my orgasm that I can almost feel the white-hot pleasure washing over me already.

‘Can we try something, cariño?’ Kepa asks with his lips at my jaw, his hands stilling my hips, and when I feel Mason’s hand on my lower back, a nervous shiver runs through me. I’ve only let Kepa in the back a couple times and it was… an experience, to say the least. ‘We don’t have to if you don’t want to,’ Mason says softly, mouth moving against my skin, but I shake my head. ‘No, it’s okay. We can try,’ I say quietly, Mason turning my head to kiss me again, the feeling so foreign and thrilling.

‘You’re so fucking cute. Such a good girl,’ he murmurs against my lips before breaking away. I watch as he spits, the parallel between this and watching him spit on the pitch almost making me laugh, and I feel his saliva land at my back entrance. He pushes his boxers down just enough to free his cock and he uses the head to spread his spit around, lubing me up.

‘Safeword if it hurts,’ Kepa reminds me and I nod, letting him capture my lips with his own as Mason gently pushes into me. He takes it slowly, the stretch of each inch burning more and more, but his and Kepa’s lips kiss the pain away. My breathing is laboured, head dizzy, and when Mason bottoms out, they both shower me in praise that makes me wet, my clenching around them making them both groan in pleasure.

‘Can I move?’ I breathe out after a while, feeling adjusted to them inside me, and they both tell me I can. I use my hands on Kepa’s shoulders and my knees resting on the bed to lift myself slightly before letting myself fall back down, all three of us moaning at the feeling. Mason’s mouth comes to my shoulder and bites gently, my head falling back against him as Kepa watches me intently to make sure I’m not in pain, his hands resting on my waist.

He quickly takes over, lifting me up and down with a gradually increasing pace, both of their cocks scraping against my walls, making me lose my mind. The sounds of wet squelches, moans, grunts, groans and skin slapping against skin fill the room, Kepa’s hands gripping my waist tightly, Mason’s hands sliding around my body to play with my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

‘Faster, please,’ I moan, Kepa obliging, the three of us letting out more moans at the faster pace, my nails digging into Kepa’s back. Mason’s fingers stray down to my clit again, just as Kepa’s tip scrapes against my soft spot. Without an inch of warning, my orgasm washes over me, mouth open with a high-pitched moan, eyes screwed shut and head thrown back against Mason.

Hot pleasure burns through my veins, my head spinning and body convulsing, the two of them working me through my high with their hands, mouths and cocks, the sensations only prolonging the bliss. My legs shake as I come down, walls clenching to reject them, my body curling in on itself to try and give myself reprieve, but no such luck – the two of them are still rock-hard inside me, and I know they won’t be done with me until they’ve filled me up with their cum.

‘You’re gonna regret cumming so fast, baby,’ Mason murmurs lowly against my neck, an evil grin on Kepa’s face, and I let out a tired sob, tears in my eyes. ‘I can’t handle any more,’ I whimper, Kepa raising an eyebrow as he starts fucking up into me, Mason matching his pace, my body twitching with overstimulation, pained whines escaping my lips every few seconds.

‘Yes, you can, cariño. You’re a big girl. You’ll take whatever we give you, and you’ll thank us for it too,’ Kepa says in a soothing tone, kissing along my jaw, and I slide my fingers into his hair, head resting against Mason’s shoulder, heat radiating from both of their bodies. We’re all so hot, skin covered in sweat and desire, and I can’t help the tears running down my face as they continue fucking into me for their own orgasms, my body so overwhelmed.

I let out desperate moans of their names, both of them groaning in response, and I know they’re close. I am too, the sensitivity of overstimulation ebbing away into the build-up of another orgasm. ‘Rub yourself, baby,’ Mason prompts, hands playing with my tits again, and I shake my head. ‘I can’t… it’s too much,’ I whimper, Kepa’s gaze on me hardening as his hand tightens at my neck.

‘You can, and you will. He won’t ask you again, princesa,’ he says, tone laced with sternness, and I let go of one of his shoulders to reach down and rub at my clit again, sparks of pleasure lighting inside me, more tears running down my face. He kisses them away before his lips find mine, the saltiness of my tears finding my tastebuds as well as the faint taste of my own pussy, a whiny moan sounding from low in my throat.

I can feel their paces becoming sloppy, their thrusts erratic and their hands frantic on me, like it feels so good that they don’t know what to do with themselves anymore. ‘Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. Such a good girl. I’m not gonna last,’ Mason says between deep breaths, voice strained. ‘Joder. Me neither,’ Kepa says unevenly, slapping my hand away to rub at my clit himself, his faster and harsher pace making me scream, body thrashing at the overpowering pleasure.

‘Fuck, I’m gonna…’ I trail off, mind too numb to think straight. ‘Go on, querido. Cum for our cocks.’ ‘Does our little slut feel good? Are you gonna cum for us, baby?’ Their dirty talk almost finishes me off, but it’s an in-sync thrust from both of them that pushes me over the edge, mouth open in a silent scream as my high hits me, body tensed and shaking. Mason’s orgasm follows close after, the boy burying his head in my neck as he cums with a low moan of my name, and Kepa’s is last, my boyfriend holding me down on his cock as he cums deep inside me with his head thrown back.

We stay like this for a few moments, breathing heavily as their cocks soften inside me. I shudder when Mason pulls out, feeling cold and empty when Kepa lifts me off him to lay me down on the bed, tension flooding out of my body and replaced with relief.

I spot one of the masks on the pillow and I reach for it, holding it and looking at it, paying no attention to the two of them as they move around, talking lowly. I stare into the dark eyes of the mask, a low thrill settling in my stomach at the sight of it. I always found Ghostface hot, but now? He’s number one on my crush list and I think it’ll take a lot to replace him.

‘¿Estas bien, mi amor?’ Kepa asks softly, and I put the mask down, looking at him with a tired smile on my face. His hair’s all fluffy and he’s put on some pyjama bottoms, the sexy checked ones I love on him. His top half is bare, though – I already know I’ll be tracing my fingers over his muscles before I fall asleep tonight.

‘I’m okay,’ I reply in a hoarse voice, my boyfriend coming to sit on the bed beside me, a wet towel in his hand. He cleans me up with a gentle touch, running the towel up and down my body to soak up all the sweat. Mason comes out of the bathroom a moment later, also wearing a pair of sexy checked pyjamas bottoms with no top, his hair just as fluffy. He comes over to the bed with a handsome grin, pushing my legs apart.

I feel shy as both he and Kepa look between my legs, both groaning at the sight. I can feel their cum dripping out of both holes, the sensation only making me wet again. ‘Fuck, that’s so hot,’ Mason says, scooping up their cum and pushing it back into me with two fingers, making me hum in pleasure, walls clenching around him.

They both get me ready for bed, Kepa cleaning my makeup off with a wipe as Mason takes off the remainder of my lingerie before handing me my Ghostface pyjamas, making me laugh at the irony of it. ‘Are you hungry, mamí?’ Kepa asks, suddenly reminding me of my cooking. ‘I put a pasta bake in the oven. It’s probably burnt to a crisp now,’ I say miserably, both of them laughing. ‘I turned the oven off before I chased you up the stairs,’ Kepa says, his responsible behaviour making me smile amusedly.

‘It still won’t be good to eat now though.’ ‘We’ll order pizza. Still Italian,’ Kepa says, and I roll my eyes but nod anyway – I love takeaway pizza. Kepa taps away at his phone as I settle into the sheets, already feeling myself drifting off to sleep. ‘What toppings do you want, Mase?’ Kepa asks, Mason looking surprised. ‘I was gonna go.’ ‘No, stay the night, please. I want morning sex,’ I say tiredly, the two of them laughing again.

‘How can I refuse you, babe? I’ll have whatever, I’m not fussy,’ Mason says, directing the last part to Kepa who finishes the order as Mason climbs into the bed beside me. ’30 minutes,’ Kepa says, and I let my eyes flutter shut. ‘I’m gonna have a little nap,’ I yawn, Kepa chuckling softly as he runs a hand over my hair, sending tingles through me. I snuggle down into the sheets, resting my head in Kepa’s lap and throwing my legs over Mason’s, my boyfriend playing with my hair as Mason massages my feet. This must be heaven.

‘Sorry for scaring you, babe.’ ‘Don’t be. I loved it. You’re great actors,’ I mumble, getting chuckles in response. ‘Liar. You knew it was us.’ ‘I doubted it a few times though. I really thought you were Kepa on the phone. Your Spanish accent is great,’ I say, Mason looking proud of himself. ‘I’ve got a good teacher,’ he says, the two of them bumping their fists together with big grins at each other, and I roll my eyes at their weird little bromance. Though, I suppose, if it weren’t for their bromance, I wouldn’t be nearly knocked out after the fucking of a lifetime.

‘I do have to say, though. You two have nothing on Billy and Stu,’ I say tiredly, the two of them scoffing. ‘Billy and Stu wish they were us,’ Mason says confidently, and I raise a sceptical eyebrow. ‘Okay. Which one of you is which then?’ I ask, both of them answering, ‘I’m Billy.’ I laugh as they bicker over who’s who, both of them making compelling arguments, but by the time they ask for my opinion, I’m almost fast asleep, a contented smile on my face.

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oh-saints · 2 years

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can you write about kepa and a teacher? xx

i'd never thought i like writing this but here we are

footballer

you always try to be as accommodating to your students as possible but when the career day comes and you have no idea who might possibly fill in the sick guest star's shoes, your boyfriend comes to the rescue.

kepa arrizabalaga x teacher!reader

word count: 1.4k

note: blurbs for this guy bcs i think i might write too long if i continue LOL but this time i happen to write this during work so ofc this is not proof-read.

“fuck.”

being a teacher to primary school students, you vouch yourself to always try your best to reduce cussing. no matter where, but especially in public places that exposes you to children in general. mcdonald’s during peak time is definitely not a place to decide it’s the best place to swear out all the bad words.

for that fact alone, kepa swings his head towards his girlfriend immediately with pure confusion and worry plastered all over his face. the degree of damage must’ve been too high for her to lose her self-control.

“what’s wrong, amor?”

and there is the face he recognised happen so rarely. the face of someone in the brink of having a mental breakdown—being a teacher, you tries her best to keep her composure at all times, no matter how absurd the kids’ question and imagination might take her.

kepa immediately wraps his arms around you and runs his palm on your back, in the attempt of soothe you. under his touch, he notices a mild tremble running across your body and he can’t help but sway their entangling bodies left and right, peppering kisses on the top of your head as he does so. she must’ve been under so much pressure…, kepa thought.

but that’s what you like about kepa. before you two even got together, you know he’s always going to be a constant fixture in your life because he will always be there for you. when he can’t be with you, he’d make it up in words and long calls until you feel better.

now, you can’t ask for a better boyfriend. he never pushes you to do thing you’re not up for it, like right now. he’d never insist you to tell him what goes wrong immediately and instead would always let you have your own little space first. he recognises that it’s normal to be all over the place for a moment, as long as you get yourself back together as quick as possible—he knows life is always like that, he’s got 90 minutes of game for a weekly simulation.

during the whole queue leading up to the mcdonald’s cashier, kepa wraps you around him like a mother koala to her joeys. you don’t mind, for you always like hugging him. despite his slender figure, he’s firm and sturdy from all the muscles and it’s as if you’re holding your pillar of life. in which, in a way, is what kepa is in your life.

and he likes having you clinging to him because your figure somehow moulds perfectly into his, filling his curves nicely like a pretty glove but never suffocating. just like your relationship; built tightly upon trust so you don’t suffocate each other.

“you know the career day is tomorrow,” you start, as you peel off the paper of his bigmac. it’s now becoming a habit to prep his food first before you, and it’s becoming kepa’s personal reason to bring you for a meal out for that reason alone. “and i managed to get this astronaut to come as my guest star this year,”

kepa manages to slip a muchos gracias, baby and throws her a smile as he receives the bigmac from her hands. “let me guess, he bailed.”

“he died this morning, kep,” you huff out your frustration because who else are you going to bring to the career day? it’s basically the only day where the teachers are competing to flaunt their best contacts on their phone. “it took me months to get him on board and now i don’t know who else to bring at such a short notice.”

“is the job footballer allowed for the career day?”

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you know kepa’s always man of his words and know that he’ll always be there to support you through thick and thins but damn. you didn’t expect him to truck through your damage control plan.

well, technically it’s his. kepa offered himself to fill in the astronaut’s empty shoes for the career day.

you, at first, panicked. that was pretty much given. because at this point, kepa knows the drill—a student of yours would ask how you can get to know and befriend such an important figure. you can’t exactly say kepa’s your boyfriend because it doesn’t seem ethical to bring your boyfriend, someone so personal, to your professional life.

let’s also not forget the whispers and suppressed talks behind your back because you’re date the kepa arrizabalaga, chelsea’s number 1 goalkeeper. funny because you’re sure some of them know about you and kepa, the mainstream gossip was the one who spilled the hot tea of him dating a mere commoner a long time ago.

but the moment you introduced kepa to your class and was met by a very rowdy response, especially from the boys, all of your worries are replaced by relief and you can’t say enough silent thank you over your shoulder as he stands behind you, facing the excited class with warmth that can contend the sun shining outside.

and maybe he melts you more than the bright sun by the way he handles the hyped children effortlessly good for what’s considered his first try. he entertains as much questions as possible and provides a reasoning logical enough for kids in the case he can’t answer their question. he walks around the room to attend to them personally, even going as far as crouching to meet their eye level whenever they’re too shy to say something.

he controls the room with ease but in a fun way that gets the kids immediately listen to him. he gains respect from both boys and girls alike. no wonder he’s kept his first-choice place for a long time and now obtains back the gaffer’s trust on his capacity and capability.

“can you tell us your match-winning technique?”

kepa’s impressed by the question. the daring challenge, for instance, but also for the words the child uses to construct his question for his age. but he’d surmised as much, for you’re an exemplary teacher to begin with, especially on things related to words. he used to refer you as the walking thesaurus for your broad knowledge on literature, but now he’s more proud than anything that you’ve influenced the kids in a good way.

“how about if i show you instead?” kepa then switches his attention to you, who’s standing attentively at the back of the class, only interrupting when the question queue gets out of order. “can we do that?”

“outside?” your eyes scream panic because getting these kids to behave indoor is one thing, but outdoor is a whole new different game. “on the field?”

“we’re not allowed to play football inside, are we, miss?”

your student’s rebuttal and you’re lost. kepa had to smile at the smart remark that cornered you to a checkmate position, these lots are definitely your students.

but kepa once again proves you wrong. if he’s that good with kids inside the classroom, you underestimate him with kids outside of the classroom. more over on the grass, with a foot ball on top of that. he’s back in his habitat, for the lack of words, and he might be your own contender to be the class’s best teacher.

as he promises, he shows the class the basic techniques to be a good goalkeeper, fixes the postures for those who get it wrong. he then proceeds to show the kids his signature move and also why footballer should also be considered as career, not just a mere occupation most of people rather overlooks. all with the level of patience you never know you can possess.

at the end of the day, your class wins the best presentation and garners envious looks from other classes and teachers. but most of all, your students gain a valuable lesson they might not understand now, but definitely useful in the future. and a good time, on top of that.

as soon as you slide yourself into the leather of kepa’s expensive automobile after wrapping up everything, you waste zero second to place a perfectly strategised kiss on your boyfriend’s lips. your sudden movement startles kepa, but before he can digest his shock, you move to give him another kiss. deep and slow this time, taking your time to express your gratitude for what he’s done today silently, as well as giving kepa time to kiss you back.

and kiss you back he did.

“you’re the best, baby,” you say as you pull away, albeit with a heavy heart because kepa’s lips are very plump for his size and makes him more kissable and addicting than you’d like to admit. “what do i do without you, hmm?”

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footballffbarbiex · 2 years

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Pay Attention.

player: kepa arrizabalaga words: 567 warnings: fingering. request: oh yes kepa smut after his incredible saves today omg. anything with his hands >>>

You should have known how this would end when he sat you between his thighs with your back to his chest. He’d also lasted longer than you thought, making it to almost the 30-minute mark of the movie before you’d felt his fingers stroking from your knee to the tops of your thighs. Kepa had said that he hadn’t wanted to do anything special following his team’s win, even though you’d watched as his confidence had flourished with every save, especially the ones in quick succession that left him breathless but ecstatic.

“We can’t celebrate each time I have a good match,” he’d justified and though you knew he was right deep down, it didn’t stop you from wanting to celebrate. He’d settled with a cheat meal and asked to put on a movie that he’d been wanting to watch - on the condition you sat between his legs.

You’re trying to concentrate on what’s happening on the screen, but your mind is screaming for you to ignore it and focus on his fingers which are now stroking over your panties. You don’t need him to make a comment about how wet you are because you can feel the way the material sticks to you and the damp drag of them as he moves his fingers over your folds, against your slit and over your quickly swelling clit.

You refuse to verbally beg him for anything, but your body does the begging for you. Your hips involuntarily buck and grind greedily against his touch, your back arches to allow you to grind your pussy harder against his touch. And that’s when you feel it. The first slap to your pussy makes you jut your hips and a yelp leaves you.

“You’re going to sit here and watch the movie.” He speaks in such a calm voice, anyone not paying attention to the way his fingers pull aside your underwear and you finally feel him make direct contact. “And you’re going to pay attention.” Two slender fingers trace up your slit, your wetness now covering his fingertips as he pushes them back down and enters you.

“So wet,” he praises as you take yet another finger knuckle before he pulls back, almost pulling out of you completely before pushing back in and curling them upwards, creating a beckoning motion within you and hitting that sensitive spot when you take as much as his fingers can give. His palm nudges against your clit, the combination makes your eyes grow heavy and a small, pathetic whine sounds from you.

“Are you still watching?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“I didn’t quite hear that.”

“Yes.” You say it louder, pushing yourself back down onto his fingers when he tries to pull them out. It’s a pathetic excuse of an attempt, you know perfectly well that he could pull you away from him as easily as pulling a fly from fruit. But he lets you think you hold that power and as deeply as his fingers are within your pussy, you know that too.

“What happened in the last scene?”

His fingers stall, remaining within you but no longer moving. You try to think but it’s not working. Your eyes had focused on the screen as well as trying to hold a conversation underwater with someone above it. “I don’t know.” you confess.

“Well, when you remember, I’ll start again. But for now - pay attention.”

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𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁

Kepa Arrizabalaga x reader

Word count: 1k

Summary: Kepa keeps you close trough ups and downs

Warnings: Fluff, talk about sex

Notes: This gif was too cute, my Tuchel heart is crying and also so so happy he is baaack! Also this is a very short one but I didn't wanna drag it out and felt like a great end for it.

It had been a rough season, not only for Kepa but for you too. He said he was fine, that he was working to get better and that he was happy with the matches he got but you knew he was gutted. Having come in to Chelsea as a star-keeper, standing in every match to sitting on the bench the whole season was meant to be tough.

But he did as he said. He accepted that Mendy was better right now and took his time to train and develop even more to be ready when the day would finally come. He respected Tuchel, he loved Tuchel and knew he was right in the decision, that Mendy was better.

You tried to be supportive, keep pushing him to train and support the team from the bench but you could see and feel how hard it was. He was a great keeper and to know that and still see him on the bench was hard, not only for you but for fans too.

You would never be happy that someone was injured, especially not a friend like Mendy but you were happy that Kepa got the chance to make justice for his name, to get a revenge from the bench.

Keeping the clean sheet was important and when he succeeded he was over the moon, his smile contagious and the hug he gave you outside the changing room made your whole body flutter.

Tuchels sudden departure from the club was a punch in the gut, despite being benched Kepa loved the coach but as always he kept his head up, did the best of the situation and got to start in the next game, keeping the clean sheet.

He liked his new coach, talking to you about it, venting his feelings about being a part of the head fight to be standing within the poles again.

When Mendy was all fit and ready again and Kepa still got to stay in the goal you could tell how happy he was, not in any way because of winning the keeper spot over Mendy but because it was his passion, football was his passion and obviously you wanted to be apart of the real action.

In the game against Aston Villa you were sat on the stand. You had denied the box-spot and instead opted for a seat far down close to the Chelsea goal, planning to switch spot the next half-time to be close to the Kepa-action.

It was intense, Villa being a real attacking team, not letting Kepa rest at all. You screamed and cheered with the fans at all the amazing saves he did. You felt beyond nervous, your stomach fluttering and almost being unable to look but he was like spider man in goal and when the final whistle finally blew you cheered as loud as you could before exiting and sneaking your way into the players-area, waiting in the hallway as he did all the after-match talk and changing.

It wasn't too long tough until you spotted his brown curls in the door, soon met by the smile that lit up the whole room and you couldn't help but to giggle and run up to give him a huge bear hug.

"You were so good Kep" you smiled up at him, arms wrapped around his waist, his around your hips, hands resting on your ass and his smile was dazzling

"Thank you" he smiled "Felt so good to get that clean sheet, agh I love being back" he grinned, giggling like a school kid but it was adorable really. His eyes shining and smile contagious.

"I mean it, you deserve it"

He leaned down towards you, slowly and lovingly connecting your lips in a slow, sensual kiss. You didn't want it to stop and neither did he so you simply didn't. Only parting seconds to catch a quick breath.

"Oh wow guys" you heard a chuckle behind you making you break apart.

You turned around to be met by a grinning Mason Mount and Kai Havertz.

You knew most of the boys pretty well having been on several dinners and events plus some of the 'guy' nights Kepa was dragged too. You were at every game you could and were often around the training area to pick him up after a training or meeting.

"Hi guys" You smiled, untangling from Kepa and meeting them as they walked towards you, hugging Mason first "Good game Mase, two goals huh, amazing" you smiled, hugging Kai as well "You did great to Kai" You encouraged even if the german didn't seem to think so himself.

"Thanks y/n but Kepa was the real star today" Mase grinned, giving Kepa a bro-hug, Kai following his example, patting the Spaniards back.

"So, as we already told Kepa we are going out tonight, he said no but... do you wanna go? Maybe you can force him"

You chuckled, looking at Kepa who looked sheepishly att he floor. "You didn't wanna go huh?" you teased, knowing exactly why he didn't wanna go.

His cheeks reddened and you couldn't help feeling slightly bad for your boyfriend, walking to him and wrapping one arm around his back.

"Thanks Mase but I think we will have a home-night tonight" you smiled softly, Kepa looking at you from the side, smiling at your answer. "Okay, say no more you dirty people" he chuckled. You smiled, looking at Kepa who took the lead, "Well bye, see you Monday" He bid farewell "See you boys" you smiled, walking with Kepa out of the stadium and into the car.

"So" You grinned as you sat behind the wheel, drumming your fingers against the steering wheel.

Kepa sighed "I'm sorry okay, I didn't mean to take anything for granted. I just wanted to spend the evening with you, I don't care what we do" he admitted.

You smiled at his soft expression, your whole body fluttering with butterflies as you looked back at him and processed his words. "I know Kep, I was just teasing and despite, I will probably give you a little reward if you're up for it later"

He grinned at your words, leaning back into the seat with a content sigh as you drove off from the stadium and towards your home.

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The Medic - #3 - Kepa Arrizabalaga

About the series: The Medic will be an anthology-like series about the reader working for the medical team of the club. Each chapter will feature a different setting/scenario and a different player.

Who: Kepa Arrizabalaga Request: This one is for the goalkeepers: a goalkeeper gets kicked or ran into when trying to make a save. He is bruised and/or gets the breath knocked out of him. She (y/n - the medic) needs to go out onto the pitch to treat him for the injury. Warnings: mentions of injury, difficulty breathing, anxiety/panic.

The force of the impact was heard even over the roars of the crowd. When Kepa dived for the ball and the other team's player meant to give it an almighty kick, the two collided heavily. And the way Kepa remained on the ground after the contact meant this could easily be serious.

Frankly, you didn't even fully wait for the referee to give you the signal. Everyone knew your presence as medic was urgently required, so you acted fast.

Kepa lay on his side when you dropped to your knees beside him. Every muscle in his body clawed for breath, and from the wheezing sounds he made you immediately knew he had trouble getting the air.

"Kepa." You rested a gentle hand on his side, feeling how all his muscles strained to get a breath in. "I... I can't breathe," Kepa panted in between wheezing breaths. You could easily see the entire situation scared him.

"Try to breathe as normally as possible," you said calmly, "don't panic. You took a heavy hit, it's only normal you need a moment to recover from that. Do you feel a sharp pain to your chest?" You had seen the collision happen, and knew Kepa caught the other player's full force and weight with his chest. At first glance you didn't think he had broken a rib, but you had to make sure.

Kepa shook his head, keeping his face turned towards the grass as he still gasped for breath. "Dull, throbbing pain?" You continued your questions, "like you're bruised really badly?" Kepa took a moment, but finally answered softly. "Yes." His answers so far confirmed your preliminary diagnosis that he was unlikely to have any broken bones. "Did you get knocked in the head at any time?" You asked, "or any neck pain?" Again, Kepa slowly shook his head.

Even though he was still heaving for breath, it did seem to get the slightest bit easier. You let your hand slide from Kepa's side and come to rest on his back to get his attention. "Do you think you can sit up?"

Kepa moved slowly, deliberately. He winced a few times as he slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position. You held your arm behind his back in case he would faint or fall back down, but that didn't happen.

"It's getting a little better." The wheezy undertone to his voice betrayed Kepa was still feeling the after-effects of the collision. "That's good," you encouraged, "try to keep breathing normally and try to relax your muscles. Getting run into like this knocks the breath right out of you, and it can take a little while to get it back."

Kepa finally took a very deep breath, and for the first time you didn't hear him wheeze anymore. "That sounds almost back to normal." You offered a reassuring smile. "Yeah," Kepa chuckled in relief, "but that was a scary experience."

You kept a close eye on him as Kepa got back up on his feet. He stretched his arms above his head and rolled his shoulders in an attempt to loosen his cramped up and bruised muscles. "Good?" You somewhat suspiciously eyed the pained frown creasing his brow. Kepa nodded, yet not entirely convincing. "Sore, but I'll manage."

You looked at the clock overhead to see there would only be another 15 minutes of the match left. It probably wasn't ideal, but you were confident that Kepa could indeed safely proceed until the end of the match.

"Come see me immediately after the final whistle, and we'll see about the bruising." You quickly gathered your things and prepared to get off the pitch again. "I will." Kepa nodded gratefully. "Thank you."

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forget me / mason mount

part of the "broken by desire to be heavenly sent" series, can be read as an stand-alone.

mentions of: alcohol and the consumption of, kepa arrizabalaga, ben chilwell, christian pulisic, asshole!mason, break-up, alleged cheating, crying, swearing, angst, no happy ending (for him at least)

wc: 1.792 words.

"days ache and nights are long, two years and still you're not gone. guess I'm still holding on".

the days seemed to weigh differently on mason's head this past month. they were impossibly heavy, with the days getting shorter and the nights painfully long due to the creeping winter. but if it wasn't for the changing seasons, mason didn't really know what to attribute it to: that was what annoyed him the most, that he didn't know the reason, so he couldn't do anything to avoid feeling this way. but waking up that morning and checking the date, something clicked. this would have been your five year anniversary, but instead, was the fateful date you two broke up, two years ago.

"you told your friends you want me dead and said that i did everything wrong; and you're not wrong".

the breakup had not been amicable, no matter what you tried to make believe on social media. his fans never really liked you, for starters, and you weren't planning on moving out of the country anytime soon, so you two decided that the best way to proceed with things was just stop contact all-together. no more likes on his instagram pics, and certainly not more comments from his page to yours. eventually, you unfollowed him too, not being able to stand his face after what had happened between the two of you.

words travel fast, and even more so, when your best friend, in which you confide all that you feel, is his best friend's girlfriend.

"you really fucked it up, mate" ben sighed, and the hold mason had over his handbag tigthened, almost turning his knuckles white form the force. "do you think i don't fucking know it already?".

"'cause i'm not ready to find out you know how to forget me. i'd rather hear how much you regret me, and pray to god that you never met me, than forget me".

the party is loud, as one expects it to be, but still, it bother mason to no end. his head hurts since he woke up this morning, his training went like shit, and now, ben's dragging him up to some bar. he broke up with his girlfriend a few days ago and he needs a distraction, or so he says, although mason is beginning to think this is not about getting a distraction for chelsea's number 21, but rather, for himself.

he doesn't mind it, though, when he finds something to keep his eyes focused on. or rather, someone. at first, he doesn't see her face: she's giving his back to him, but still, he can appreciate how nice her figure is. and then, she turns to say something to the guy beside her, and mason recognizes her face in an instant. it's you.

"since when are y/n and kepa friends?" mason can't keep his brows from furrowing when he recognizes the man by your side is their teammate. the grip he had on the glass tightens when you place your hand over the goalkeeper's neck, bringing his head down a bit for you to be able to speak in his ear, the size difference clear between the two of you. his body is almost covering your frame, and it has chelsea's number 19 almost breaking his neck trying to get a glimpse of you. see what's going on between the two of you. see where his hands are wandering. where his hands, mason's, should be instead.

"i think they're seeing each other" christian says, rubbing the back of his neck in an uncomfortable gesture. ben's far gone now, whether because he found someone to distract himself with, or because he went to the bar to order a few drinks for the three british men. "since when do you know?" mount asks, almost hurt that he was the last one finding this out. he knows no one owes nothing to him, not after how it all ended, but it still hurts him to see you laughing with another man.

with kepa, nonetheless.

"i don't know, a few months?" he tilts his head back, taking a sip of his beer before he speaks again. "please, don't do anything you regret. we can go somewhere else if you want".

"no, no, i'm okay" mason says, or rather, lies. and even if christian knows it is, in fact, not okay, he doesn't say anything. rather, agrees with his friend, just in time for ben to bring the vodka shots he always ends up regretting in the morning, but still, downing them, one by one, until he couldn't think straight anymore.

"i hate to know i made you cry but love to know i cross your mind".

mason, whether he had done it on purpose or not, had been keeping tabs on you and kepa all night long. it seemed like the two of you were having a good time, laughing and dancing together, but not too close to bother your ex. he even thought that, maybe, christian had heard wrong: maybe you two were friends. yeah, it seemed like you two were close, but not romantically-involved close. mason knew it was of no use, hoping for you and kepa to not be together, given that there was virtually no chance of him getting you back. but still, knowing that you were with someone else, effectively, would turn his hopes to shreds.

he doesn't miss when you, seemingly, run away from the scene like you've caught fire, or something. he doesn't miss that it comes after your eyes meet, and then, when his companion scans the place to see what had triggered her that way and sees the midfielder, his jaw locks.

but he doesn't go after you.

he gets up before his friends realize, and disappears so quickly that christian and ben are left wondering when did mason vanish like that. he didn't even see where you were going before getting up, but he knew you, so his feet did the job of getting him where you were.

the cold weather hit him hard when he finally got outside, making your harsh words seem almost kind. "oh, great, just what i needed tonight. to see your stupid fucking face up close," you mutter, directing your hands back to your face, facing the pavement, and angrily cleaning up the tears under your eyes. "why are you crying?" was the first thing mason said after crossing the back door, and almost like it was second nature, slipping off his jacket to rest them on your bare shoulders.

"what the fuck, mason?" you get up angrily, brows furrowed while taking big steps towards him. you take the jacket off your figure quickly, to give it back to its owner, before his perfume can intoxicate you again. he doesn't take it, though, so you're left holding onto a piece of him, even if you don't want to. this is the first time, in the two years you've been broken up, that the conversation extends longer than a friendly greeting. "you don't get to ask for anything," you said, accentuating the you by pointing a finger into his chest accusingly.

"why are you crying?" mason repeats, maybe too worried to actually hear what you just have said. that he didn't get to ask you anything. "did he do something? i'll fucking kill him" he says, and you scoff at his boldness. how dare he.

"no, mason, he didn't do anything. he isn't you" it would be a lie to say that these words didn't destroy his soul. but still, his face remained stoic, hand always wanting to touch you but retreating at the last minute in case you didn't welcome his touch like you did before. it was meant to happen, he wouldn't be surprised by it, but he would continue hurting himself in the process.

"he's just too good for me. i keep waiting for him to fuck it up. to wake up one day with photos of him kissing some girl flooding every tabloid" mason winces at the memory, two years having gone by but still feeling the regret seeping into his blood flow. "but it never comes. and he waits for me. he's been waiting ever since you fucking tore my heart to pieces, and i can't keep on wasting his time because of you".

"'cause i'm not ready to find out you'd know how to forget me, even after all this time".

the silence has been heavy between you two since the admission. the music is loud enough to be heard from out here, but you want to finish this quickly. not only because you can't stand to be in mason's orbit again for more than five minutes, but because you know kepa must be on the other side, listening, even if it isn't what he wants. he doesn't want to intrude. all these months he has been kindly waiting for his chance, showing you he's the right one for you. and even if you, sometimes, still wake up thinking of mason, or even dreaming about him, he understands. you don't think he'll be around any longer if you don't give him the green light soon, and destroying this beautiful thing you've built due to the glooming shadow of your cheating ex doesn't seem right. it isn't.

"i'll say yes," you conclude, lifting your head from the pavement. he's standing on the way to the door, so you don't have any other choice but to walk straight towards him. you extend your arm again, trying to give him back his jacket for the final time, but again, he doesn't take it. instead, his hands fly to your wrist, and you're stuck there, too close to him again. "no, you won't," mason says through gritted teeth, and you scoff. "i'm not fucking asking!".

his caramel brown eyes have turned regretful from one moment to the other, and you have to look behind him to avoid feeling guilty about all of this. "and i'm not telling you, i'm begging you not to say yes" he says, looking for you eyes, but you don't give into it.

the cold london air is just what you need when you breathe, helping you sober up a bit more. reality washes over you, the hurt you've felt all this time, ever since you woke up one fateful morning to find the articles of mason and another girl too damn close to be just friends, no matter what he tried to explain to you they were. the anger is far gone now, only the disappointment is left in you. "maybe if you hadn't fucked it up the first time you wouldn't need to be begging for a second chance, mason".

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#chelsea fc - 48 posts

#benluvbot 🤍🤍🤍 - 48 posts

#mason mount fanfic - 47 posts

#mason mount imagine - 47 posts

#mason mount fluff - 45 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#it’s easier to say ‘i’m from 15 minutes down the road from birmingham’ than it is to say ‘i’m from sandwell have you heard of it?’ 😭

My Top Posts in 2022:

You Right

kepa arrizabalaga, based on You Right by Doja Cat and The Weeknd - smut, fluff, angst (kinda)

Rating: M (minors, pls do not read this!!)

Word Count: 10.2k+ (i’m sorry 😭)

Warnings: alcohol consumption, strong language, toxic relationship, infidelity, flirting and sexual tension, explicit sex, pet names (in Spanish 😩), body worship (I think??? he kisses her all over lmaoo), fingering, dirty talk, praise and degradation, unprotected penetrative sex, exhibitionism, he gags y/n with his tie lol, choking, i think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything pls!!

a/n: it’s finally here! first of all, my spanish is rusty so pls don’t judge if there’s anything mistakes 💀 second, this is a cheating fic so don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with infidelity! finally, please enjoy and lmk what you think!! <33

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288 notes - Posted March 8, 2022

Blue Moon 🌙

Mason Mount social media au - e2l, comedy, crack humour, fluff, angst and smut

Rating: Mature (explicit smut, recreational drug usage, dirty humour, strong language)

y/n is fast becoming the ‘It Girl’ of her generation. A successful music career, critically-renowned performance skills, a wildly popular cosmetics company, brand partnerships piling up, and the ability to make something sell out just by mentioning it on her Twitter. With beauty, brains and a slightly terrible sense of humour, the whole world is falling more in love with her and her friends by the day. Well, almost the whole world. A certain Chelsea starboy doesn’t seem to share the same affections...

a/n: if you guys wanna be added to the taglist, just comment or drop me an ask!! hope you enjoy xo

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416 notes - Posted January 24, 2022

best mistake

universityjock!mason x cheerleader!y/n, loosely based on best mistake by ariana grande - smut, mild angst, a little bit of fluff if you squint

word count: 10.4k+

warnings: exes au, very toxic dynamic, strong language, threats of violence (y/n just wants to beat the shit out of mason), mason is a complete dickhead and a total pervert and an annoying little shit, sexual tension, dirty jokes, dirty talk, explicit sex, unprotected sex, hate sex but also not really hate sex, dom!mason and sub!reader, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, degradation and praise, pet names, choking, public sex, mild exhibitionism, standing sex, overstimulation, i'm pretty sure that's everything but lmk if you think i missed something!

a/n: hey guys! i literally wrote this in the last 24 hours so it's super rushed, pls ignore any mistakes bc it's not been properly proofread yet! i think i've decided to do the ariana grande series as individual stories, so this is the next instalment of the series! i rly hope you guys enjoy, lmk what you think! x

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482 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

goodnight n go

mason mount, based on 'goodnight n go' by ariana grande - fluff and angst

word count: 5.6k+ (i'm so sorry 😭)

a/n: pls ignore any mistakes, i haven't proofread properly yet 💀 i rly hope you guys enjoy, lmk what you think! <3

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594 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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#my top post is SENDING me i literally stole it from twitter 💀

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oh-saints · 2 years

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Girl pls spill if you have something else in your drafts, I feel like I need to prepare myself body and sould before I binge-read your writing if you do

since you ask so nicely, i'll give you some spoilers. these are the players in the works:

carlos sainz (posted on 6/03)

charles leclerc (posted on 3/03)

max verstappen (recurring submission; 2 in line)

rúben dias (!! highly coveted right here)

dad!rúben dias (recurring submission; 1 in line)

john stones (2 left)

ben white (posted on 14/2 & no longer writing)

mason mount (recurring submission; 2 in line)

erling haaland (recurring submission; 1 in line)

kepa arrizabalaga (posted on 24/2)

declan rice (1 left)

lewis hamilton (2 left)

benjamin pavard (1 left)

lucas hernandez (1 left)

kieran tierney (4-ish left)

martin odegaard (2 left)

*as per 03/06

pls be patient as i'm also writing some of the old requests i haven't had the chance to write, hope you understand <3

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live-laugh-lando · 3 years

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watching kepa save goals is not enough, i need to be the grass beneath him

#drop ur whole body on me king ❤️#spit on me ❤️#step on me ❤️#kick me ❤️#kepa arrizabalaga #❤️#you know what..#maybe i need to actually go touch grass

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footballffbarbiex · 2 years

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tag list update

With proper updates coming soon again, I want to make sure that my tag list is as up to date and working as possible.

Please let me know if the tags are working because there are people who are on these tag lists but don’t interact with the fics that they’re tagged in. if it’s a tagging issue, then please let me know.

Going forward though, please note that if you have not interacted with my pieces for 3 months, I’ll remove you from the tag list. I realise that people have lives from this hellsite, which is why I’ve set such a long probation but when I see blogs ask to be tagged and don’t interact, but do so on other people’s work instead, it’s a kick in the teeth.

There are still a lot, and still growing, amount of blogs which tumblr will not let me tag. if you’ve changed your username, please let me know so i don’t look a dick tagging the new blog owners in shit they don’t want to read.

forever non smut: @yagetintoit |

Anyone you wants: @berrydoughnuttruth

CLUBS:

Atletico Madrid:

Antoine Griezmann: @petitharicot | @in-my-body-bag |

Bayern Munich:

All Bayern: @goretzkaneuer |

leon goretzka: @disneydaddyevans | @petitharicot | @goretzkaneuer | @little-diable

serge gnabry: @disneydaddyevans |

Celta Vigo:

Oscar Mingueza: @petitharicot |

Chelsea FC:

Christian Pulisic: @in-my-body-bag |

Kepa Arrizabalaga: @in-my-body-bag |

England NT:

@dreamingofautopia | @superjackgrealish

Everton:

DCL: @domspeach | @petitharicot |

Chelsea FC:

Christian Pulisic: @in-my-body-bag |

Kepa Arrizabalaga: @in-my-body-bag |

Liverpool:

All Liverpool: @prettylittletrent | @berrydoughnuttruth | @disneydaddyevans

Jordan Henderson: @in-my-body-bag |

Manchester City:

Jack Grealish: @bluemoonstonesy | @petitharicot | @mxsonxmountx | @in-my-body-bag | @goretzkaneuer

Manchester United:

All Manchester United: @solrasford |

Jesse Lingard: @mxsonxmountx |

Marcus Rashford: @solrasford |

Jadon Sancho: @mxsonxmountx |

Roma:

Paulo Dybala: @Luizaloll |

Tottenham:

Eric dier: @petitharicot

MANAGERS:

Marco Rose: @furiouscaseofastudent | @disneydaddyevans |

SERIES:

Always: @masonsutd | @pingyu-in-wonderland | @furiouscaseofastudent | @pom277 | @disaster-nt

Compersion: @friedoperatorsportsangel | @footballfangirly

The Heart Never Lies : @xeniarocks | @moneymasnn |

Charles Leclerc - @disneydaddyevans

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emwritesfootball · 3 years

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Long Distance Surprise | Kepa Arrizabalaga

Having a terrible stressful time with barely any sleep due to uni work and you and Kepa doing long distance doesn’t help for either of you as you miss each other terribly. Your sister asks you to pick up her best mate at the airport and you agree with a sigh. Once there, you see Kepa coming out with a tired but very big smile on his face while you just burst down and get into his arms. Then some continuation w fluff nd cuddles please Xx

Warnings: a little innuendo but mostly just fluff x

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Your alarm went off, signalling the end of your fifteen minute nap you’d set for yourself so you could keep studying for your exams the next day...well, make that today now that you’d looked at your phone and saw what time it was.

Your phone vibrated with an incoming call, your heart racing when you saw Kepa’s name on the screen. “Hey,” you said, a smile on your face when you answered. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too,” he replied, his voice sounding as tired as you felt.

“When are you coming to visit?” You couldn’t help asking, wanting to keep the hope out of your voice but failing.

“I don’t know,” he said with a sigh and you could practically see him running a hand down his face as he muttered obscenities in Spanish. “I wish I could, though.”

“I wish you could, too,” you said wistfully, hating that your second alarm went off which meant you had to go. “I’ve gotta finish studying for my exams tomorrow, but we’ll talk again soon, okay? I love you.”

“Te quiero.”

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“Pleaseeee?” Your sister begged over the phone less than a week later. “I promise I won’t ever ask you for another favour ever again but...please?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Fiiine, but we both know you’ll be asking me for another favour next month. Just so you know, though, you so owe me for this.”

“I know!” Was all she responded with, hanging up the phone without another word. A few minutes later, the flight details appeared in your messages and you started planning the next day around picking up your sister’s friend from the airport.

***

Of course the plane was delayed and of course you had no way to contact this friend, your patience wearing thing as you waited for the app to refresh and say that the plane had landed. Your car idled by the doors while you waited for your sister to respond to your text and let you know that her friend had gotten the message.

You thought your eyes were deceiving you when you saw Kepa walk out the door, but your phone buzzed with an incoming text.

Sister: He’s coming out the doors now. Do you see him?

You quickly called her. “Either I’m so tired I’m hallucinating but I think I see Kepa,” you said when she picked up.

She laughed on the other end. “You’re not hallucinating! We planned this just for you. Now get off the phone with me and go greet your boyfriend!” She did the hanging up for you without even saying goodbye but you didn’t care.

It felt like a dream as you got out of the car, called out Kepa’s name and ran towards him. His face lit up and he let you tackle him with a hug. “You’re here! You’re really here!” You screamed, laughing uncontrollably as he squeezed you tightly.

“I’m really here,” he confirmed, leaning down and giving you a kiss. It had been months since you’d held him, let alone kissed him, and you still couldn’t believe he was here. “And I’ll be here for the whole week.”

“Really?!”

Kepa nodded, kissing you again. “I heard from your sister that your last exam was today and you’ve got a bit of a break. I do, too, so I wanted to come see you because two more months is too long to wait to see you again.”

The two of you didn’t stop touching on the drive back to your place, holding hands the entire way. You listened to Kepa talk about training and life in London, just happy to hear his voice and feel him sitting next to you.

“What do you wanna do when we get back to my place?” You asked, running out of things to ask.

“Honestly? Sleep, then shower, then...you.”

You laughed, shaking your head at Kepa’s teasing. “A nap sounds perfect. I’ve been running on a couple hours’ sleep every day because of exams and I’m exhausted.” You gave him a look. “And I’ll definitely be showering with you after our nap.”

“Nap first, though.”

“Nap first.”

Kepa’s bags were left in the foyer, both of you kicking off your shoes at the door and heading right to your bed. He pulled you into his side, pressing a kiss to your temple as you hooked your leg over his hips. You felt his heartbeat under your fingertips, his even breathing moving your hand up and down. His body radiated warmth better than any blanket you had and soon you were asleep in Kepa’s arms, both of you holding each other as you relaxed, finally together again.

#my writing: kepa arrizabalaga #requests: kepa arrizabalaga #kepa arrizabalaga fluff #kepa arrizabalaga x reader #kepa arrizabalaga blurbs #kepa arrizabalaga blurb #kepa arrizabalaga imagines #kepa arrizabalaga imagine #kepa arrizabalaga oneshot #kepa arrizabalaga one shot

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football-and-fanfics · 2 years

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How do you feel? - Kepa Arrizabalaga & César Azpilicueta

Who: Kepa Arrizabalaga, César Azpilicueta Request: 6 with azpi and kepa🥰 Prompt #6: "Hey, how do you feel?" Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of being sick

They were halfway through their summer training week in Switzerland, when Kepa got sick. He believed it was something he ate, for he was up most of the night, throwing up the entire contents of his stomach. In the morning, when the alarm rang to get up for breakfast, Kepa still felt absolutely miserable. He was tired, nauseous, and felt shaky and weak. There was not a cell in his body that was ready to get out of bed now, let alone do a training session. César, who was Kepa’s roommate during this trip, looked down at his teammate. One look at Kepa's hair plastered to his pale and sweaty face, was all he needed to know. “I’m not even going to ask,” he said sympathetically, “stay in bed, I’ll tell the gaffer you’re sick.” “Thanks,” Kepa mumbled just loud enough for his friend to hear. “We’ll be gone most of the day,” César informed, “if anything is wrong you call me, okay?” “I will,” Kepa answered weakly. ———– The team returned to the hotel after that day’s activities at the end of the afternoon. César had kept a close eye on his phone all day long in case Kepa would call, but it remained quiet. The first thing César did when he came back to the hotel was going to check up on Kepa. He quietly opened the door of their hotel room, wondering in what state he would find his fellow-Spaniard. To his surprise, he found Kepa sitting in an armchair in the room, watching TV whilst nibbling carefully on a cracker. “Hey, how do you feel?” César asked, relieved to see Kepa up and about. “Bit better.” Kepa nodded, “not nauseous anymore at least. Still a little shaky, though.” “Good,” César smiled faintly, “are you coming down for dinner?” “Yeah, I think I will,” Kepa agreed, “I feel like the worst of it is over, and actually I feel like getting out of the room for a bit." "Perfect." César shortly rested a hand on Kepa's shoulder. "Good to see you back on your feet, amigo." Tags: @glam-khal, @evie-pr, @gryffinwars, @auawdo, @meteora-fc, @de-geas, @stonesyyyy, @drizzyreese, @hbstre, @soccerfanfiction, @sternennebel2001, @celessence Kepa tags: @theqazer (Tumblr won't let me tag you😥) PL player tags: @superjackgrealish If you would like to be added to the tags list, too, you can fill out this form and I'll add you to it!

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chrisishot · 3 years

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The Dinner

Kepa Arrizabalaga

"Are you almost ready, mi amor?" Kepa asked you walking into your shared hotel room. A couple weeks after the UCL win, you and some of the Chelsea guys and their girlfriends decided to go on a little vacation together in Greece. It was amazing. You were having a great time with your friends, but also enjoying your alone time with Kepa. You were still in that honeymoon phase where it was full of giggles,hugs, kisses and a lot of sex. So when you all decided to go to Greece you just couldn't be more happy.

"Yes just the final touches" you said putting on some mascara on your lashes in front of you mirror. "And done" as soon as you turned around you found yourself tangled into one of Kepa's breath-squizing hugs. "Ai mi amor I cannot breathe" you said giggling and as he loosened up his hug just enough for you to sneak your arms around his neck.

"You know, princessa, that dress makes wonders for you. You should wear it more often." he said his voice husky near your ear and breath hitting your neck making you hum with agreement. "But I wouldn't be mad if you weren't wearing anything" kissing down your neck Kepa sneaked his arms down to the bottom of ypur dress lifting it just a bit so he could grab your ass. You weren't wearing something that special it was just a mid-thigh high dress, low cut on the upper half, tight around your body with tiny straps to hold it in place. It was in red...you didn't exactly like wearing red, but you decided to put it on since Kepa has been going on and on about how much red suits you.

"Come on the guys and girls are probably waiting for us downstairs." you said getting out of his hands because you knew is you didn't you wouldn't have even gone to the dinner in the first place.

"Can't we just have a little quicky I just wanna feel you y/n? Pleeaseee" he said with his eyes pleading for a second you thought about it but you knew that it wouldn't be a quicky and it would take you atleast 30 min so you quickly declined it.

"No can do mister" you said grabbing you room key and walking out. Just as you walked out you saw Mase waiting for the elevator. "Mase wait for us!"

"Oh hi y/n you look gorgeous. I am wondering how Kepa isn't right behind you hugging you and kissing you neck to show everbody that you are his" Mase said sarcastically because he knew well enough how jealous Kepa could get.

"Well Mount I am here now so do please wrap it up and stop commenting my behavior" Kepa said taking you and Mase bu surprise.

"Jesus Christ, new level unlocked. He now teleports!" Mase said making you all laugh.

When you got down to the lobby, where you all agreed to wait, everybody's eyes where glued to you. Even the girls.

"They finally came!" exclaimed Jorgi. "We were starting to think you were up to something else."

"Shut up Jorgi. She looks amazing! That dress just does wonders for her" his girl said looking at you.

"That is what I said too!" Kepa said putting his arm around your shoulders keeping you as close to him as possible.

"And here we go.." Kai mumbled under his breath earning a light punch from Sophie. "What? He is always so protective of her!" he quietly argued with Sophie.

"Yeah, but it's cute! You should learn something" Sophie said walking pass him to stand next to you amd Kepa.

"Pffsh, nein" Kai mumbled again as he caught up to his girlfriend and his friends.

After some time of walking around the streets of Greece, enjoying the warm night you finally got to your restaurant. They seated you at a big table with a view to the sea. Kepa sat next you at the very end of the table and right in front of you were Jorgi and his girlfriend.

You all ordered something to eat and drink while enjoying each other's company. You laughed and laughed for hours. As they brought you your desert you felt a hand on your knee. You knew it was Kepa but you thought it was just an action showing affection, but after a while you felt it go upwards towards your heat. He was tracing your thighs with his finger making goosebumps raise onto your skin.

"Kepa what are you doing?" you leaned to whisper in his ear.

"I am not doing anything, hermosa" he said looking at you with a smirk , pulling you panties to the side and inserting one finger in. You gasped taking all the attention to you.

"It's okey guys I thought I saw a bee and I am very afraid of them" you assured everyone so they got back to their conversations. "Kepa...stop it" you mumbled in his ear trying hard not to moan feeling his fingerts work their magic down there.

"So y/n how is you uni going?" Jorgi asked you looking straight in your eyes.

"I-ahh well it is fine I guess. They give us too much work to do tho" you said stuttering when Kepa added another finger in making it really hard for you not to moan.

"And how is your relationship going?" his girlfriend asked.

"Ah it is perfect " Kepa answered for you because he knew you were on the edge of cuming. Na djust before you came he took his fingers out making you look at him with raised eyebrows.

You were tired of resisting him so you decided to take it into your own hands. As you where reaching for the bottle of water you "accidentally" spilled Kepa's water all over him.

"Oh no, baby I ak so sorry!" you saod faking innocence. "Come on let's get you some dry clothes form the hotel.

The noth of you excused yourselves from the table and called a taxi to your hotel.

"Was that revenge with the water?"he asked you looking down in your eyes.

"No, I just got us out of the table so we can go back to the hotel and you can fuck me as hard as you want." you said looking up at him with those beautiful hazel fuck me eyes.

"So you finally decided that you want me to fuck you?" he cockily said getting into to the taxi and driving off the hotel.

During the rode you couldn't keep your hands away from each other. Little subtle touches, a kiss to your hand and a lot of dirty talk...but whispered. You were pretty sure that the driver made out why you called an uber and not walked to the hotel.

As soon as you walked into the hotel Kepa's hands were on your lower back, softly creasing it.

And by the time you were in your hotel room his hands moved to your ass. As soon as he closed the door he picked you up and started kissing you. Your dress had ridden up, showing your sexy underwear that you chose because you knew that you will end up fucking in a matter of time this night.

"Wow was that suppose to be surprise?" he asked as he removed your dress and saw your matching victoria secret piece.

"Maybe, but don't talk just do your work" you said pulling him in for a kiss.

"Someone is eager" he laughed taking you to the bed. He threw you on it earning a little yelp from you. He started kissing from your neck, down to your breasts, your stomach, your thighs and just around your heat teasingly.

"Oh come onnn Kep! I thought you wanted to fuck me!" you said in desperate voice." And take some clothes off!"

"What's the magic word?" he said pulling your panties down

"I am not begging" you said and a second later you felt Kepa slowly kiss your heat making you arch your back.

"Come onn princesa, you are no fun.." he said his voice sending shivers down your spine. You move for some more fraction but all you got was another light kiss down there.

"Pleeasee, Kepa!"

"Please, what?"

"Please fuck me!"

"Buena chicka" he said as he took off his t-shirt and went down again flicking his tongue slowly. After some seconds he sped up his actions earning handful of your koans that were honey to his ears. Then he added 2 fingers in making you cry out his name.

"Papi!" you moaned without even knowing what you said making Kepa stop and look back at you from between your legs.

"What did you just call me?" he asked looking at you surprised.

"Papi?" you saod not sure if it is all right with him being called papi.

"Buena chica. Now go ahead and tell them who is your Papi while i finish my work down here" he said smirking and adding a 3rd finger in , curling them up to find your sweet, sweet spot while sucking on your clit. When you were just about to cum Kepa pulled away.

"What are you doing??"you asked frustrated.

"Sorry, mi amor, but you only get to cum on my dick." he said licking his lips pulling his boxers down. "Now be a buena chica and turn on your belly."

"No, I want cum first. You don't get to edge me like that. It is not funny " you said frustrated.

Just when you said that he took you and turned you around with your ass up and hands behing your back.

"Ahhh, princessa, I almost thought we could have a good time, but you decided to act like a brat. So you will get treated like a brat." he said holding your hands behing your back with one hand and smacking your ass with the other.

You yelped from the harsh contact, turning you on even more. Then you felt tip of his cock on slowly push in.

"Now since you were so desperate to cum, I want you to fuck yourself on me, Lo entiendes?" he asked waiting for your reply but when he saw you just nodding your head he grabbed your hair pulling you up so your face was next to his mouth. "I need words, mi amor, or did a cat still your tongue?"

"Si, I understand" you replied feeling him smirk next to your face.

"Buena chica, now open your mouth" you opened your mouth for him and you felt him spit in it. "Now swallow,good." he let your hair and pushed you back down signaling you to start moving.

You pushed back your ass to him moaning as you felt him go deeped in you. When you got used to his size you started going in a pase that you liked. After a while you started moaning more and more feeling him, but just as you got used to it he moved himself with you together reaching your tummy and making you scream out of surprise.

"Do it again!" you said demanding.

"Do what" he said hitting even harder inside you making you go over the moon.

"That please, just faster" you said looking up to him giving him the fuck me eyes. "please, papi, i promise to be your buena chica"

"Since you asked so nice" he said as he started moving faster and harder in you making you scream your name.

"I am gonna.."you couldn't even get your words together when you felt him rubbing your clit stimulating you more and more.

"Come on princessa, cum on my dick" as soon as he said that you let go. You saw stars...the orgasm was just different from the others...making you melt and shake at the same time.

After you got off your high Kepa pulled out and released himself on your ass. Laying down next to you.

"God that was...amazing" you said turning your head to Kepa.

"Oooh I know" he laughed. "Wait here amd don't move." he said getting up and pulling his boxers up.

You looked back only to see a big red hand on your ass cheek with cum all over it.

"Kepa when did you manage to do that?" you laughed seeing him pull out his phone and take a picture. "And why did you take a pic"

"Because mi amor I need pictures for my away games" he said cheeky. "Now let's get you cleaned up." he said helping you get up and go to the bathroom.

The night went pretty chill. Cuddling, kissing occasionally and talking about yourselves.

The next morning when you got up and went to breakfast just to see everybody eating and chatting.

"Guten Morgen, love birds" said Sophie smilling at you. "Did you sleep good?"

"Yea actually we did-" you replied but you were cut of by Kai's voice.

"Yea we know..you slept so good 'OH KEPA JUST LIKE THAT, AHH JUST A BIT HARDER...LIKE THAT BABY'" he said imitating your voice making you go red and snuggle into Kepa's chest.

"Don't forget the 'AI PAPI JUST LIKE THAAAT' bit." said Jorgi laughing at your reactions.

Kepa on the other hand wasn't embarrassed at all....he looked proud. He was proud of himself for making you scream his name so loud that your friends heard you.

"Hey now don't be embarrassed y/n, or your 'papi' might punish you" Mase laughed.

"Okey Okey I got it! I was loud!" you admitted looking as red as a tomato.

"loud? no baby you were screaming like a crazy lady" ben teased you.

"Alright we got it..i am better in bed than all of you now stop teasing y/n for her enjoyment" he said wiping the boys' smiles away.

#kepa arrizabalaga fanfic #kepa arrizabalaga imagine #kepa arrizabalaga fluff #kepa arrizabalaga oneshot #kepa arrizabalaga one shot #kepa arrizabalaga #kepa arrizabalaga chelsea #chelsea

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sugar-petals · 3 years

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Ooooh, now I’m curious and need to ask you to elaborate on your top ten himbo players, that you actually like, but also your top ten for players that are boyfriend material, cause I find your choices really interesting and actually different from what I was expecting! 💗 (i really hope I’m not bothering you by sending these asks 🥺🌟)

i like writing about it at length don’t worry 👀⚽️ here it goes.

caro’s top 10 footie giants

(note: includes veteran nominations for long-term service)

1) robert lewandowski — who is it!!!!

if lewy doesn’t win this it’s heresy, the man has it all: he’s ripped, he’s cutesy, statuesque, silly, sexy, divine, hilarious, confused, polite, unique, unsurpassed, i can go on, enjoy this handy illustration as proof:

he is the moment, he’s the protagonist, the founding father of all himbos worldwide 👴🏻✨he just has to look at you clueless once and you know he got what it takes!

in summary:

2) fernando torres — nobody expects the spanish ab definition! ah... the good ole days, i miss fernando. el niño became extremely buff with time and remains as kind and shy as ever so the spot is even more deserved 🇪🇸

3) manuel neuer — not in 1st place bc he's too unhinged, other than that ofc he has to be way up high on the list for being the nation’s big booty stripper providing us with endless content, give his arms a custom insurance ffs

4) leon goretzka — here goes the twink magnet, the whole fandom will send me assassins if leon's not included in the top 5 so ‘ere ya go

5) frenkie de jong — himbo in the making, BDE body, puppy personality, he’s just very huggable, what more can i say, he really walks around like this

6) julian brandt — soft snuggly himbo bee, a lil slutty too 👌 lately his hair is so dang long i love it, smh i envy kai for being engaged to this man

7) mats hummels — also included to appease the masses, at least i don’t think his green plaid coat was that bad, his facial bones & hair are great i guess

8) ter stegen — not 100% a himbo since his brain isn't entirely vacant (more of a gentlemanly type) but but he is kind tall chiseled and a tank, i would pick him to save us in a zombie apocalypse

9) lukas podolski (ft. bastian schweinsteiger) — and now the ultimate grandfather besties of himboism, you can’t possibly separate them, poldi invented being stupid and sexy, basti invented being stupid and built, together they are the ideal himbo fusion, everyone deserves having a friendship like this

gotta love them munching crisps on tv 😂

OUT OF A GIANT CAULDRON HHH

10) romelu lukaku — to wrap it up i confess my love for the belgian team, they’re incredible & romelu is peak coolness (last on the list bc he’s actually smart, but his tiddies are enormous so ofc that has to be honored)

and for the sake of completion, an abbreviated top 10:

top 5 bf material players

1) raheem sterling — we talked about tall guys but here the short king hour strikes! so goodlooking and smiley ⭐️ he’s perfection. i have zero business with his club or the english nt and yet? he made it here. says a lot. raheem sterling. thank you for existing. terrific player.

2) mario götze — hehe... i know very well you didn’t expect him either but here goes it’s me mario, certified cutest ever, so sparkly as well, baby baby bumblebee, oh the nostalgia i know

3) kai havertz — soft lizard bf w/ terrible humor, i stan, can’t divorce him from julian so it’s gonna be a polyamorous relationship, but anyway i adore my suffering victorian heir to bits

4) leroy sané — prettiest, most elegant, most attractive, most stylish, the ideal man exists, love his voice & little habits, never seen a guy as ethereal and handsome, leroy is so boyfriend it hurts, my heart skips a beat for this gaze

5) kepa arrizabalaga — as the outrageous cherry on top: another goalkeeper lunatic and to amp up the hot spanish quota even more; kepa truly is a phenomenon, i don’t know how he does it but i enjoy it

thank you for bearing with this whole friggin ranking, have a nice day 🐯 (now i’ll hide and wait until the rest of the footie fandom finds this post)

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You Right

kepa arrizabalaga, based on You Right by Doja Cat and The Weeknd - smut, fluff, angst (kinda)

Rating: M (minors, pls do not read this!!)

Word Count: 10.2k+ (i’m sorry 😭)

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‘Everything alright, y/n?’ Ben says, sliding into the seat beside mine, and I put my phone down on the table in front of me, leaning back as I take a deep breath. ‘Everything’s… great,’ I sigh, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘That was the least convincing answer I’ve ever heard.’ ‘Yeah, ‘cause it was a lie,’ I say drily, and he bursts out laughing. ‘Want me to beat him up?’ ‘Like you could do him any damage,’ I reply, Ben gasping in mock offence.

We’re at a Chelsea Football Club charity dinner and, as the girlfriend of the son of a board member, I get dragged to all of these events. My boyfriend, Wesley, is over at the bar after telling me to get a table and that he’d come and join me, but he’s been too busy flirting with the pretty bartender to remember my existence. So I’ve been sat here in the corner of the room, scrolling through tiktok and trying to hide so I don’t have to greet all the men that put money into the club.

‘What’s he doing?’ Ben asks, motioning over to Wesley, and I let out a little humourless laugh. ‘Getting me a drink, apparently. He has been since we arrived. Which was… fifty minutes ago,’ I say, looking at the time on my phone, and Ben sighs. ‘I don’t know why you keep going back to him,’ Ben says, and I just shrug, unsure of the reason myself

I’m saved from responding by Mason, Reece, Kai and Sophia joining us, Mason instantly launching into an entertaining story about how he almost just knocked one of the directors down the stairs, and I let him briefly distract me from the disappointment I feel about my boyfriend. But, predictably, the conversation turns to me pretty quickly.

‘So, y/n… you’re looking lovely this evening,’ Mason smirks, the others laughing at him as I roll my eyes. ‘Nice try, Mount, but it’s never gonna happen.’ ‘How’s Wes then?’ he asks, eyes wandering over to where Wesley’s chatting up the bartender, his hand on her arm. ‘Don’t be a dick, Mase,’ Reece chides him, and he looks at Reece with a raised eyebrow.

‘y/n literally couldn’t care less about him if she tried,’ he says drily, and he’s not wrong. I don’t really even like Wes anymore, let alone love him, and I fear that the feeling is starting to become mutual. It’s only a matter of time until he stops trying to win me back after I dump him.

‘We know the real reason she’s here,’ Sophia grins, and I try my best to hold back the smile that comes to my face whenever I think of him. ‘Excuse me, Soph. Are you accusing me of having an ulterior motive for attending this event?’ I ask amusedly, the four of them raising their eyebrows at me, Mason looking lost. ‘Stop playing, y/n. We all know who you’re really in love with,’ Callum says as he sits down, Trevoh and Christian with him too.

‘Wait, hang on. Who’s she in love with? This is news to me,’ Mason says, all of the boys and Soph looking at him with disbelief on their faces. ‘Are you being serious, bro?’ Christian asks, Mason nodding, and I shake my head amusedly at how confused he is.

And then I see him, heading our way, walking with Azpi. He’s in a suit with a Chelsea-blue tie on, like all the rest of them, but he easily stands out. His suit is black, accentuating his broad shoulders and strong chest, his trousers perfectly fitted to show off his thick thighs, and I actually have to shut my mouth so I don’t drool at the sight of the gold rings that adorn his long fingers and the gold chain around his neck.

‘Boys, y/n, Sophia,’ Azpi says by way of greeting, and I can just about muster up a little ‘hi, Azpi’, too focused on not professing my love for the man stood beside him. ‘None of you are drinking, I hope,’ Azpi says with a terrible attempt at a stern face, and the boys all hold up their glasses of water.

‘What are you drinking, y/n?’ Kepa asks with a little smile on his face, my heart stopping at the sound of my name on his lips in that sexy accent of his, and I collect all my braincells to formulate a coherent response. ‘Nothing, unfortunately. Wesley was getting me a drink, but…’ I trail off as everyone looks over to where my boyfriend is stood, looking like he’s about to jump over the bar and undress the bartender right now.

‘How… gentlemanly of him,’ Azpi says drily, a quiet laugh running around the table. ‘I would offer to get you a drink, but the bar staff are not allowed to serve us alcohol,’ Kepa says softly, all of the boys muttering about how unfair it is as butterflies explode in my stomach, my eyes locked with Kepa’s deep brown ones. He has to know the effect he has on me because it’s like he does this on purpose, a little smirk on his lips as he gazes at me.

‘Glad to hear it. You’re playing in a couple days, and I want to see a win,’ I say sternly, all of them laughing. ‘Stricter than Tommy, this one,’ Ben grins, patting my shoulder, and hope fills my chest when Kepa’s eyes focus in on Ben’s hand, the smile on his face dropping a little. Is he jealous? No, I must have imagined it, because he looks fine now, his smile still as brilliant as ever.

‘Okay, we’ll leave you kids to it,’ Azpi says, heading off to chat to some sponsors, and Kepa follows behind with a little wink in my direction, my heart jumping as I give him a small smile in return. As soon as they’re out of earshot, I grab onto Ben’s arm to keep myself together, my entire body going weak.

‘Ah. So that’s who she comes to these events for,’ Mason says amusedly as I lean back in my seat, heart fluttering uncontrollably. ‘Good god,’ I whisper, clutching at my chest, all of them laughing at me. ‘y/n, how long have you liked him?’ Trev asks, and I don’t even have to stop to think. ‘Since the 11th August 2018, when he played his first match as a Chelsea goalkeeper,’ I say amusedly, all of their mouths dropping open.

‘Seriously? That long? And you’ve never done anything about it?’ ‘Mason, I have a boyfriend.’ ‘Yeah, a shit one. Just dump him.’ ‘There’s no point. Kepa’s not interested in me. I’m just the girlfriend of some twat that hangs around you lot all the time,’ I mutter, all of them laughing.

‘He specifically asked you what you’re drinking, and then said he would get you a drink if he could.’ ‘He was just being polite, Kai. It’s fine, guys, you don’t have to try and matchmake. I am happy to have a schoolgirl crush on him from afar,’ I say simply, all of them exchanging glances, but they respect my subtle request for them to leave it alone, the conversation changing to the upcoming match.

After a good half an hour of gossiping with Soph, listening to the boys talk football and trying not to get caught watching Kepa across the room, I decide I will need a drink (or nine) to get through the rest of the night. Ben offers to accompany me to the bar, the two of us trying our best to avoid getting caught in a conversation with one of the many boring old white men here.

‘Can I have two pornstar martinis? And please be generous with the vodka,’ I ask the male bartender, the female one too busy flirting with my boyfriend (who hasn’t yet noticed my presence). ‘Sorry, love, but I can’t serve alcohol to any of the lads.’ ‘They’re both for me,’ I say drily, and he raises an eyebrow, not buying it.

Before he can respond, Wesley notices me, and quickly ends his conversation to join me and Ben, pressing a kiss to my lips. ‘Sorry, babe. Forgot about your drink,’ he says, and the bartender can’t hide the shock on his face at realising that I’m the girlfriend of the guy that’s kept his co-worker occupied for the last hour and a half.

‘Two vodka-heavy pornstar martinis, coming right up,’ he says drily, exchanging a glance with me, and Ben tells him to also do me a few shots as Wesley lies to my face about how he got caught in a chat with some of the board members. ‘It’s alright, Wes, you can go back to your conversation,’ I say softly, actually preferring to spend my time without him, and he doesn’t even hesitate to press another kiss to my lips before going back to the other side of the bar.

‘If you don’t dump him in the morning, I’ll do it for you,’ Ben says drily as the bartender puts the cocktails and several shots down in front of me with a sympathetic look on his face. ‘Knock them back, go on,’ Ben prompts, and I knock the shots back in quick succession, wincing at the vodka burning my throat. ‘There we go. You’ll be able to get through the night without murdering your boyfriend now,’ Ben grins, picking up one of the cocktail glasses for me as we head back to the table, mouthing to Azpi that it’s my drink when he gets a stern look from him across the room.

We take our seats again, re-joining the conversation, and I already feel the alcohol getting to my head by the time I’ve finished my first cocktail. The bartender keeps sending drinks over to me, steadily getting me more and more tipsy, my head light and my vision a little bit blurry every now and then.

When I nearly knock Soph’s glass over, they all look at me with concern on their faces. ‘Are you already drunk?’ Ben demands, and I bite my lip. ‘A bit. I haven’t eaten all day.’ ‘Why not, you idiot?’ ‘I wanted to look nice in my dress,’ I pout, Ben rolling his eyes. ‘For God’s sake,’ he mutters, and my stomach suddenly turns, feeling like the drinks are making their way back up my throat.

‘I think I might be sick,’ I declare, words slightly slurred, and all of them look alarmed at the suddenness of my announcement. ‘Fuck’s sake, y/n,’ Ben mutters, helping me up from my seat, and he leads me towards the exit, Sophia following behind us.

We step out from the function room into the lobby of the posh hotel they booked for this event. One of the rooms here is booked for me and Wesley but I somehow doubt we’ll be putting it to any use tonight, the thought making me well up.

Sophia leads us over to a cluster of sofas in the corner of the lobby, Ben sitting me down, and I take deep breaths, trying to hold back my vomit and my tears. ‘Sorry, ‘scuse me, can we have a glass of water please?’ I hear Ben asking one of the hotel employees, his voice faint and distant, and Soph crouches down in front of me, putting a hand on my shoulder comfortingly.

‘Just breathe, y/n. They’re getting you some water,’ she says softly, and I keep taking deep breaths. Ben hands me a glass of water after a few moments, making me sip it all down bit by bit, and my vision gradually clears, my fog in my mind slowly dissipating.

‘You okay now?’ Sophia asks gently, and I’m about to respond when I spot Wes sneaking out of the function room, the bartender’s hand in his, and he looks around briefly before they rush over to the lifts together, giggling like little kids. He doesn’t spot us because we’re tucked away in the corner, but we can see him clearly, my heart sinking. I’ve always had an inkling that he cheats on me, but I’ve never had it confirmed, and this might be the worst possible way for it to happen.

‘God, that was enough to bring the vomit back up,’ I say drily, trying not to show how much it’s affected me, but when they both give me sad looks, my eyes well up again. ‘Oh, y/n,’ Soph says softly, and the tears spill over onto my face.

‘Fuck’s sake,’ I curse, tilting my head back to try and stop myself from crying any more, and they laugh, Ben handing me a tissue which I use to dab away the tears, not wanting to wreck my makeup. ‘y/n, please just dump him. And don’t get back together with him this time. You deserve better,’ Ben says, just as the doors to the function room open again, Kepa stepping out this time.

My heart skips a beat when our eyes meet, and his lips quirk up into a small smile as he heads over towards us. When he gets closer and realises I’m crying, his smile disappears, replaced by concern on his face. ‘Are you okay, cariño?’ he asks, the pet name rolling off his tongue so easily, and I almost faint, butterflies filling my stomach.

‘She just saw her boyfriend cheating on her with a bartender,’ Ben says, realising that I can’t find any words at this current moment, and Kepa’s eyes widen in shock. ‘Ay, y/n, I am so sorry,’ he says softly, taking a seat on the sofa perpendicular to the one I’m sat on, and I wave his concerns away, trying to ignore how every inch of my being is having a meltdown right now.

‘Me and Ben are gonna go and grab you something to eat, alright? We’ll be back in a minute,’ Soph says with a sly wink, grabbing Ben’s wrist and dragging him away, leaving Kepa and I alone. My heart is beating so hard that he must be able to hear it, and I can barely look him in the eyes. He’s so handsome, it’s intimidating.

‘I am really sorry, y/n,’ he says again, my heart melting. ‘It’s alright. It’s nothing new. I should’ve broken up with him a long time ago,’ I say lightly, and he looks surprised. ‘You sound… unbothered,’ he observes, and I let out a little laugh.

‘I mean, it’s not ideal. I would rather not have a boyfriend that would choose to spend his time with any woman other than me, but I’m used to it at this point,’ I say mildly, and Kepa just shakes his head. ‘You deserve a lot better than someone who treats you like this. I mean, look at you. He has chosen to sleep with a bartender when the most beautiful girl in the room is his girlfriend?’ Kepa says offhandedly, my heart stopping briefly. The most beautiful girl in the room? This man is trying to kill me.

‘Stop, not even,’ I say shyly, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘It is the truth, mi amor. I know you might think I am just trying to make you feel better, but that is not the reason. You look very beautiful tonight, in this lovely dress,’ he murmurs softly, and I can’t help but smooth out the cobalt blue satin of my dress, the nerves of being sat here alone with him really getting to me.

‘Thank you. And you look very handsome in your suit,’ I say coyly, managing to pull myself together enough to attempt flirting back at him, and he grins. ‘Gracias, cariño,’ he replies, leaning back against the sofa and manspreading. I feel my underwear dampening at the sight, just about managing to tear my eyes away from his thighs.

‘Here, y/n. They’re serving the mains in a bit so have this to tide you over ‘til then,’ Ben says, me and Kepa jumping at his and Sophia’s sudden re-appearance as he hands me a bar of chocolate. ‘Thank you,’ I say, both of them already retreating. ‘We’re gonna go back inside, alright? Kep, you don’t mind looking after her for a bit, do you?’ Ben says, him and Soph turning around and speed-walking away before Kepa can even respond.

‘You don’t have to stay. I’ll be fine,’ I say, feeling bad, but he shakes his head. ‘I am happy to stay. You are good company,’ he grins, and I can’t hold back my own smile as I try to open the chocolate bar, hands shaky. ‘Aquí, let me do it. How you can do anything with those nails, I do not know,’ he says amusedly, taking the chocolate bar from my hand, tingles running up my arm when his fingers brush against mine.

He opens the packaging and instead of handing me back the bar, he breaks off a block with a small smirk on his face. He holds it out to me, and I know he’s giving me an option. I could take the block from him with my fingers, and that’d put a stop to anything that could happen between us.

So instead, I lean forward with my lips parted, taking the block and letting my lips brush across his skin, our eyes locked together as I take the chocolate into my mouth, letting it melt on my tongue. He suddenly doesn’t look so confident, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he fidgets a little in his seat, and I know I have the upper hand.

‘So, Kepa. Whilst we’re on the topic of relationships,’ I say softly, crossing one leg over the other, ‘is there a special woman in your life?’ ‘I wish, pero no. I am very much single,’ he responds, knowing exactly what I’m getting at, and I nod slowly, a small smile on my face. He breaks another block off the bar, feeding it to me again, his eyes focused on my lips, and I want nothing more than to have his fingers in my mouth instead of chocolate.

‘I envy you. The single life is much better. No responsibilities or obligations. You can sleep with whoever you want,’ I say, and he raises an amused eyebrow. ‘Is that the most important thing?’ ‘It’s one of the main things that appeals to me, considering Wes is the only boy I’ve ever slept with, and he’d rather fuck any girl he can get his hands on instead of his girlfriend. Kinda hurts a girl’s confidence,’ I say quietly, and he shakes his head in disbelief.

‘You have only slept with Wes, in your whole life?’ he asks, and I nod, looking at him through my lashes. ‘Is he good?’ ‘Not particularly. He’s never made me finish,’ I admit, Kepa’s mouth falling open. ‘¿De verdad?’ ‘Yeah. He focuses more on his own pleasure than mine,’ I say, Kepa looking absolutely scandalised. ‘y/n, you need a man who can make you feel good,’ he murmurs, and I hold back an amused smile.

‘Wherever will I find one of those?’ I ask softly, and he raises an eyebrow at me, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek, the sight making me take a deep breath to compose myself. ‘Do not tempt me,’ he murmurs, my heart skipping a beat. He really does want to have sex with me. ‘Maybe I want to tempt you. Maybe… I want you to make me feel good,’ I whisper, and his eyes darken as he processes my words, our gazes locked together for a few long moments as I wait with bated breath for his answer.

‘Joder,’ he curses softly, clearly conflicted, and I let out a little sigh, deciding to play the long game. ‘It’s okay if you don’t want to, Kepa. Actually, forget I ever said anything. Come on, let’s go back inside,’ I say lightly, getting up from my seat, and he looks startled at my sudden switch in demeanour.

‘Espera. Hold on,’ he says after a moment’s hesitation, pushing himself up from the sofa before offering an arm to me. I take it with a small grin, our arms looped together, and he begins to lead me towards the function room.

‘Pon atención, mamí,’ he murmurs softly as we walk, the pet name making my knees weak, ‘you will go in there and sit down with your friends. Whenever you are ready, you will tell them that you do not feel well, and you are going to go to bed. Aqui, take this, and go up to my room on the top floor. I will meet you there, mi amor. ¿Lo entiendes?’

I just about manage to nod, my pants sticking to my skin because of how wet they are, and I take his room key, tucking it into my dress slyly as we reach the door of the function room. He drops me a wink before pushing the door open for me, and I walk past him into the room, heading straight over to the table in the corner and taking my seat between Ben and Sophia.

‘Where is he? What happened? You were supposed to shoot your shot,’ Sophia hisses, only her and Ben paying attention to me, and I just motion over to the door, the two of them watching as Kepa walks in a moment later, heading over to his table to sit with some of the other players. ‘The classic ‘walk-in-separately-so-no-one-suspects-us’ trick. What the hell did you two do?’ Ben demands, and I just smile coyly, pulling Kepa’s keycard out from my dress and putting it down on the table.

They both gasp softly, looking at me with wide eyes, and I grin. ‘He told me to go up to his whenever I want and that he’d meet me there.’ ‘And you’re gonna go?’ ‘Mmhmm. Might wait until the end of the night, just to piss him off a bit,’ I grin, both of them laughing as I sip on some water.

I keep an eye on the time. It’s nearly 9 now, and I decide I’ll wait until 10:30 – if I disappear too soon, people will start wondering where I am, and I’d rather not have it get out that a board member’s son’s girlfriend is fucking a Chelsea goalkeeper upstairs.

I make Ben put his arm on the table so I can sneak sly glances at his watch, and the time ticks by painfully slowly. I try to keep myself distracted, listening to Mason with his funny stories and picking at the food that they bring out, but I’m just itching to go up to the top floor and get railed by the sexiest man on earth. I can’t stop myself from looking over at him every few minutes, and he’s already looking at me a few of the times, a small smirk appearing on his lips. God, this man will be the death of me.

After the staff clear away all the mains dishes, we have to sit through some speeches, and then Wesley’s dad gets up to do a raffle. Wesley bought me a few strips at the start of the night (he thought he was a right big man spending £500 of his dad’s money on raffle tickets) and I wasn’t too bothered, but looking at the prizes now, I find myself hoping I win one.

Kai wins a city break to Monaco for him and Soph (she’s very happy), and Reece wins a piece of contemporary artwork, the other prizes being handed out one-by-one until there’s only a necklace left. ‘And finally, folks, we have a… gold Van Cleef & Arpels necklace, with a lovely diamond butterfly pendant. All the ladies in the room have just perked up a bit,’ Wesley’s dad jokes, light laughter running around the room.

‘I know my son got a few raffle tickets for his girlfriend so let’s hope this goes to the daughter-in-law,’ he says lightly, eyes turning to me, and I put on a shy smile, Ben rolling his eyes and muttering under his breath about my ‘blushing bride’ act. ‘Pray for me that I get that necklace,’ I murmur to the table as Wesley’s dad puts his hand into the raffle box, pulling out a number.

I hold my breath as he squints his eyes at the piece of paper in his hands, already picturing how sexy I’d look with that around my neck. It’d look perfect with this dress too – the gold and blue combo is unbeaten. And the gold on my skin would be amazing. I’ll wear it literally every day. I don’t think I’ll ever take it off. It’ll be my prized posse-

‘Ticket number 310,’ he reads out, my heart sinking. Our tickets were in the 80s and 90s. Nowhere near 310. There’s a moment of silence as we wait for the winner to go and claim their prize, and of course it’s him. Of course it’s the most beautiful man in the room that stands up amongst applause, a small smirk on his face as he heads up to the front of the room, stealing a cocky glance at me on his way.

‘Ah, our Number 1! I’m sure this’ll look lovely on you, Kepa,’ Wesley’s dad grins, more laughter around the room, Kepa grinning as Wesley’s dad hands him the blue velvet necklace box. It looks tiny in his hands. His hands are so big and pretty, veiny and bony with long fingers and- y/n! Focus, woman!

He heads back to his table with a sly wink at me, and the boys’ heads instantly turn in my direction. ‘Our prayers definitely worked, y/n. Looks like the necklace is yours,’ Soph says under her breath, and I grin at her, clinking my glass against hers before lifting it to my lips and taking a small sip of the water.

The string quartet resume their playing after Wesley’s dad gives another little speech, gentle conversation continuing, and I let out a little sigh. ‘I might go up now,’ I say softly, only Ben and Soph able to hear me. ‘About time,’ Sophia says drily, and I stifle a laugh before clearing my throat to get the boys’ attention.

‘I’m so sorry, guys, but I’m not feeling great. I’m just gonna head to bed,’ I say, all of them letting out protests, Ben muttering ‘whose bed?’ and yelping when I kick him under the table. ‘I would stay but I still have a lot of alcohol in my system and I might vomit any second so I’m gonna go before I embarrass myself. I’ll see you all in a couple days though, at the match,’ I say, all of them reluctantly agreeing before bidding me goodbye.

I get up from my seat, making sure my phone and the keycard are in my bag before heading towards the door, feeling Kepa’s eyes on me as I go. My entire body is alight with anticipation as I step into the lift, waiting impatiently for it to reach the top floor, and I almost sprint down the corridor to his room, fumbling around with the keycard as I let myself in, leaving the door unlocked behind me.

One entire wall is windows overlooking the city, and the view out over the skyline is breath-taking. The room carries a faint scent of expensive aftershave, and I find myself inhaling the scent as I walk over to the window. I leave the lights off, the city lights streaming in through the windows doing more than enough to illuminate the room, and I impatiently anticipate his arrival, topping up my lipgloss while I wait.

I suspect he’s punishing me for waiting so long, because I feel like I’ve been sat here for an eternity by the time he knocks lightly on the door. ‘It’s unlocked,’ I call out, and I hear the door handle turning slowly before he pushes the door open, light streaming in from the hallway. I don’t turn to look at him, instead watching his reflection in the windows as he shuts the door behind him.

‘¿Quieres una copa de vino?’ he asks in a voice like velvet, and I smile to myself. ‘Just a little one,’ I reply without turning to face him, his lips curling up as he gets a bottle of wine out of the mini fridge, pouring me out half a glass and bringing it over to me.

‘Gracias,’ I say as I take it from him, giving him a little smile, and he raises an impressed eyebrow at my accent. ‘¿Puedes hablar español?’ ‘A little bit. Enough to understand everything you’ve said to me.’ ‘Did you learn it at school?’ he asks, sitting down on the bed, and I shake my head, leaning back against the window. ‘I did French at school. I started learning Spanish a few years ago, in my own time,’ I say before taking a sip of the wine, and he raises an eyebrow at me.

‘What made you want to learn it?’ he asks, and I hesitate, too embarrassed to tell him he’s the reason. I heard him speaking Spanish at one of the first events we both attended after he joined, and I signed up to Duolingo the next day. He realises the reason from my momentary silence, lips curving up into a smirk.

‘¿De verdad? You started learning because of me?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes. ‘Big-headed much? You’re not the reason,’ I tell him, and he just raises an eyebrow, not buying my lie for a second. ‘Mi amor, you do not have to lie to me. I know you have… how you say? A crush for me,’ he grins, and I blink at him in shock for a moment. I’m gonna kill Ben.

‘You think I have a crush on you?’ ‘I do not think, mamí. I know,’ he replies cockily, head angled down as he looks up at me, his smoulder making my heart race. ‘I have a boyfriend.’ ‘Sí, un novio que odies,’ he replies drily, and I roll my eyes.

‘I don’t hate him. Well, I do now that I saw him cheating on me. But I didn’t before. So you can get this idea of me having a crush on you out of your head,’ I say firmly, and he just shakes his head amusedly. ‘Mamí. Do you think I am… ¿cómo se dice ciego en inglés?’ he asks, making me let out a soft laugh. ‘Blind,’ I remind him, and he nods with a little grin.

‘Sí, blind. Because I am not. I see how you look at me. How you have been looking at me since we met. You become nervous and giggly, like a little schoolgirl. You have never looked at Wesley how you look at me,’ he says neutrally, as though he knows that it’s fact, and I just gaze at him, mentally debating whether I should carry on lying or not. Fuck it.

‘That’d be because you’re sexier than Wesley,’ I murmur before taking a sip of the wine, and he raises an amused eyebrow, leaning back on his elbows, body stretched across the bed in a way that makes my heart flutter. ‘Am I?’ he grins, and I nod. ‘Mmhmm. Some might even say by a landslide,’ I respond offhandedly, and he nods slowly with an impressed smile.

‘Some? Are you part of the ‘some’ that would say that?’ he asks, and I consider his question for a moment. ‘No. I think you’ll have to… persuade me to make me think that,’ I say softly, looking at me him through hooded eyes over the rim of my glass, and he tries to remain cool, the bobbing of his Adam’s apple in his throat betraying him.

‘Persuade you? ¿Cómo, cariño?’ he asks, and I think it over for a few seconds before responding in a purr, ‘However you think is best, Kepa. You take control.’ He’s frozen in place after hearing my words of permission, eyes darkening and lips slightly parted in shock. ‘¿De verdad? Are you sure, mamí?’ he asks, voice sounding slightly strained with the effort of keeping it even, and I nod, lips curved up at the corners.

He takes a deep breath, clearly composing himself, before he pushes himself up from the bed. I forget how… big he is, his frame formidable in front of me with his massive shoulders, big hands and thick thighs. ‘Turn around, mi cielito,’ he murmurs, my stomach turning with anticipation as I do as he says, looking out over the city again, his reflection faint in the window. He reaches into an inside pocket of his jacket, pulling out a jewellery box.

My heart stops as he puts the box down to one side before he takes a step closer to me, moving my hair to one side with a soft hand, fingers brushing across my bare shoulders. He unclasps the necklace I’m already wearing, slipping it into his pocket, and reaches for the box, carefully lifting the necklace out of it. My body tingles as he lifts it over my head, my back almost touching his chest as he clasps it around my neck, fingers on my skin making my body tingle.

I look down at the pendant, lifting it off my chest and gasping softly at the way the diamonds catch the city lights, and I’m too focused on the way the butterfly sparkles in my fingers to notice how he leans down to the crook of my neck. My mind goes haywire when I feel his lips softly brush across my skin, hands snaking around my waist to wrap around my body and pull me closer to him.

‘Te miras, querido. Look at yourself with your necklace on,’ he prompts, speaking against my neck in a way that makes my knees weaken, and I do as he says, looking at my reflection in the window. It’s not very clear, but the pendant sparkles almost as much as my eyes do. I see myself as he sees me, in a way that Wesley never made me see myself. I look beautiful.

‘Ay, que bonita. The mariposa on that chain is almost as pretty as the one in my arms,’ he grins, lips moving up my neck to my jaw, leaving soft kisses between each word, and I melt at him calling me mariposa. If Wesley ever tried to call me his butterfly, I’d probably throw up.

‘You’re giving it to me?’ I ask in a whisper, and he chuckles, looking up to meet my eyes in the window. ‘A necklace this beautiful deserves to be worn by a pretty girl, and you, mi mariposa, are the prettiest girl in the world,’ he murmurs with true sincerity, and I can’t help myself from turning my head to look at him, tilting my head back and letting my eyes flutter shut.

He gets the message, letting out a soft laugh as he leans down, his plump lips brushing against mine experimentally. He leans back after just a second, as though he’s checking I’m okay with this, my heart melting. Without opening my eyes, I turn in his arms, snaking an arm around his neck and pulling him back down towards me.

His smirking lips land on mine, firmer this time, and he pulls me closer to him, practically lifting me off the floor, my weight resting on my toes. He parts my lips with his, tongue sliding across mine, and I let out a soft whimper into his mouth. My body fills with gentle pleasure as he wraps my hair around his hand to angle my head back further, my scalp tingling at the slight pull.

Our lips move together as I toy with the short, silky hairs at the back of his head, the other hand trying to keep the glass of wine upright, thinking that he wouldn’t be too impressed if I spilled it down his back. Though with the way I can feel a poking in my hip, I don’t think he’d let anything stop him from fucking me, the thought making my pulse quicken.

My phone rings suddenly, the shrill iPhone ringtone making us both jump, wine sloshing as I break apart from him, putting my glass down and picking up my phone. ‘¿Quién es?’ ‘Sophia. It might be urgent,’ I say apologetically, Kepa nodding as he sits down on the bed, TV remote in hand.

‘Can I help you, Sophia Weber?’ I say exasperatedly. ‘I know you’re getting dicked down, I’m sorry. It’s just that Wes is back, and he’s looking for you,’ she says in a hushed voice, and I let out an irritated sigh at his timing, closing my eyes for a moment as Kepa flicks through the channels to amuse himself.

‘Shall I tell him we saw him cheating on you? So you don’t wanna see him right now? Please let me break up with him for you,’ she begs, and I laugh, considering it for a moment. ‘No, don’t tell him. I’ll deal with it tomorrow.’ ‘So what shall I say if he asks me? I’m literally hiding in the toilets because he’s asked all the boys and I’m probably next,’ she says, the image of her locked in a cubicle and whispering down the phone making me laugh.

‘Just tell him what I told the others.’ ‘No, because he took the bartender up to your guys’ room, so you’re obviously not there, which is why he’s asking everyone. The boys have all worked it out because Kepa’s missing as well, but Ben’s making sure that none of them blab. Everyone’s just saying they don’t know but I can’t say that as well because then he’s gonna get stressed and raise the alarm that you’re missing or something,’ Sophia says, and I roll my eyes amusedly at her dramatics.

‘It’ll be fine, Soph. Just buy me some time. Twenty minutes, that’s it,’ I plead, and she lets out a sigh. ‘I’ll text Kai to tell him to stall Wes, and I’ll hide in here for fifteen minutes max. Then I’ll go back inside, tell Wesley I don’t know where you are, and you can deal with him.’ ‘Ugh, thank you, Soph. I could kiss you right now, you’re the best.’ ‘Yes, yes, I know. Now go, get your shit wrecked,’ she says drily before hanging up.

I put my phone down, sighing lightly as I turn to look at Kepa, and he holds a hand out to me, smirking. ‘We have veinte minutos?’ he asks, and I nod, putting my hand in his, and he pulls me closer so I’m stood between his legs. He’s so tall that even sat down, he’s face-to-face with me.

He slides a hand around to the back of my neck, pulling me forward so he can kiss me again, shivers running through my body when our lips connect. ‘I would have only needed ten,’ he grins against my lips, my underwear flooded as he pulls me down on top of him.

Our kiss is brief, both of us knowing we don’t have long, and he flips us over after a few seconds, pushing himself off me and standing up between my legs. He slides his hands up my legs, pulling the dress up with them, exposing my drenched pants. ‘Ay, mira esto,’ he grins, his eyes instantly spotting the wet patch before flitting up to meet mine, ‘tus bragas. They are soaked, mi amor.’

He hooks a thick finger around them, pulling them down my legs and tucking them into his pocket where my necklace is with a grin on his face, making me even wetter. ‘Are you like this por tu novio, y/n? Is Wesley the one who made you this wet, mi amor?’ he asks, and I let out a whimper at the mention of my boyfriend’s name when another man is about to fuck me.

‘I asked you a question, querido,’ he murmurs, tone slightly darker, and I shake my head. ‘No? It was not Wesley?’ he asks again amusedly, and I breathe out a soft, ‘no.’ ‘I think…’ he begins, lifting my legs up to rest on his shoulders before kissing my anklet, ‘that maybe it was me who made you this wet. Am I right, mamí?’

He continues kissing along the inside of my leg, getting down to his knees and pulling me to the edge of the bed so he can reach my inner thighs, backs of my legs pressing down on his sturdy shoulders. ‘Answer me, y/n. Or you might as well just go back down to your boyfriend now. I am not going to give you what you want if you are not good for me,’ he murmurs, and I push down my pride. ‘Yes, Kep, you’re right. It was you,’ I breathe out, and his lips curl up into a smirk against my thigh.

‘Bueno. Mi chica buena,’ he murmurs, pushing a finger between my folds without warning, and I let out a soft moan. He adds another finger, using them to try and stretch me out, and I bite down on my lip, letting out gentle whines and whimpers every few seconds. He plants featherlight kisses along my thighs, whispering sweet-nothings in Spanish against my skin, making me wetter and wetter by the second.

An unfamiliar knot begins to tighten in my stomach, and I realise that I’m approaching an orgasm for the first time in my life. But Kepa’s fingers disappear after only a few minutes and the knot loosens almost instantly, making me whine. ‘Yo sé, mariposa, I know. But we do not have long. Next time, I will spend hours making you feel good,’ he says soothingly, standing up and shrugging off his jacket, throwing it off to the side somewhere.

I sit up and reach for his trousers, nails flicking open the buttons and pulling down the zip as he watches me, breath catching in his throat whenever my hands brush across his bulge. He pulls his trousers and Calvin Klein underwear down just enough to free his cock, and I feel my stomach turn at the size of him. He is not gonna fit inside of me.

‘Lie back, querido,’ he murmurs and I do so, letting him lift one of my legs over his shoulder, allowing him full access to my core. ‘¿Quieres que uso un condón?’ he asks, and I shake my head, needing him now. ‘I’m on birth control,’ I murmur, and he doesn’t wait another second before pushing into me. I let out a long moan, head falling back against the bed and back arching up as he slides in slowly, filling me up more than I can handle.

He remains still once he’s bottomed out, a small smirk on his face as he watches me, waiting for me to adjust, and I take deep breaths, gradually getting used to the burning stretch. ‘You can move,’ I breathe out after a long few seconds, and he doesn’t need to be told twice, his hips finding a slow rhythm as they move back and forth.

He starts off gentle, his thrusts deep but leisurely, and it feels like the head of his cock is prodding against my cervix each time he slides back in, making me whimper pathetically. ‘Does it feel good, princesa? Getting fucked while tu novio looks for you downstairs?’ he asks with a smirk, his words making me gush around him as I moan, his grin growing when he realises that the thought of cheating only turns me on even more.

‘Mi putita sucia,’ he murmurs, thrusting into me particularly hard, and my mouth drops open in a silent moan at being called his dirty little slut. His big hands hold my waist in a bruisingly tight grip, dress bunched up around my hips, and my ankle rests on his strong shoulder, anklet digging into my skin so hard it’ll leave marks.

He gradually picks up the pace, knowing we don’t have long, and I moan helplessly as his cock drags against my walls. I can’t help but clench around him, not used to feeling such strong pleasure when being fucked, and I can tell he’s holding himself back from going harder, his skin flushed and wet with perspiration. ‘Joder. So tight, mamí,’ he groans, body tensed with the effort of keeping himself together, and my back arches up off the bed, tits almost spilling out of my dress.

‘Mi chica bonita. I just want to rip this dress off you,’ he growls, and I almost tell him to do as he pleases, past the point of caring about Wes. ‘Maybe I should. You can wear my jacket. I am sure your boyfriend would be very impressed,’ he grins amusedly, making me let out a loud moan of his name. He leans forward, slipping two fingers into my mouth to shut me up, and I can taste myself on his skin.

‘You have to be quiet for me, cariño. If he is looking for you, he might search the whole hotel, and I am sure anyone on this floor will be able to hear you. Or maybe you want him to hear you. You probably would not even mind if he walked in on us, ¿no?’ he asks with a small smirk, my brain barely processing his words, too focused on the tip of his cock scraping against the spot inside me that makes my eyes roll back, intense waves of pleasure rolling over my body.

‘Mi cielito likes the sound of that, ¿sí? Do you want your boyfriend to see you getting fucked by the man you have liked for years? Want him to see how it is done? I’m sure he has never seen this look on your face, or heard you making these pretty noises. Am I right, mi amor? I bet he has no idea how pretty you look when you are getting fucked by a real man,’ he murmurs cockily, the knot in my stomach tightening with every word he says, and I can’t even form words, babbling unintelligibly around his fingers.

The iPhone ringtone breaks through our lust-filled bubble, and he lets out an irritated sigh, his movements stilling as he looks over his shoulder to where my phone sits on the table. ‘It is your boyfriend, y/n,’ he grins, reaching for the phone and holding it up for me to see, a picture of Wes’ face filling the screen.

He puts the phone down on my stomach and answers it, my heart pounding when he puts it on speaker. ‘Hola, Wesley,’ he smirks, hands loosening the Chelsea blue tie around his neck. ‘Kepa?’ Wesley’s voice comes from the phone, his tone one of confusion. ‘Sí, hermanito,’ Kepa replies, the irony of him calling my boyfriend ‘little brother’ while his cock is inside me not lost on me at all.

‘How comes you’ve got y/n’s phone? Is she alright?’ ‘Sí, Wes, your girlfriend is fine. She is just… having a lie-down. A little nap,’ Kepa grins, removing his tie from around his neck and stuffing it into my mouth, making my stomach turn. He’s about to fuck me whilst speaking to my boyfriend on the phone. The thought makes a fresh wave of arousal rush out around his cock, his grin growing even wider.

‘Where?’ Wesley asks, sounding sceptical, and Kepa pulls almost all the way out, running the head of his cock up and down my folds. ‘In my room. She did not feel well and she could not find you to get the key for your room. I bumped into her in the lobby while she was crying so I offered her my room. I am staying with her just to… keep an eye on her,’ Kepa lies, clearly wanting to make Wes feel guilty, and I try my best to remain quiet when he pushes all the way back into me, eyes rolling back.

‘She was crying?’ ‘Sí. I think you will have a lot of making up to do,’ Kepa jokes, leisurely thrusting into me, and my eyes fill with tears at the effort of staying silent, my vision blurred and head numb with pleasure.

‘Where’s your room? I’ll come up and see her,’ Wes says, voice laced with guilt. ‘Do not bother, hermanito. She told me to wake her up in 5 minutes, so we will come back down to the party soon,’ he says, his thrusts becoming faster and harder as he leans forward to wrap a hand around my neck, fingers pressing lightly and rings cold against my warm skin.

‘Are you sure?’ ‘I am sure, Wes. Do not worry, I am taking good care of her,’ Kepa grins, and I can’t contain myself at that, a muffled moan coming out from around the tie in my mouth. ‘What was that?’ Wes asks suspiciously as Kepa fucks into me, hand tightening at my throat, the lack of oxygen going to my brain making every movement feel a thousand times more intense, the sting of his rings a pleasurable pain.

‘She moans in her sleep, I am sure you know. Es muy adorable,’ he smirks, and I can practically feel Wesley’s jealousy through the phone. ‘Anyway, we will be down soon, Wes. No need to worry, she is in good hands,’ Kepa says with a grin, reaching the hand that isn’t around my neck down to where our bodies meet, rubbing slow and hard circles onto my clit.

‘If you say so, bro. Thank you,’ Wesley says begrudgingly, and Kepa looks endlessly amused. ‘No need to thank me. It’s my pleasure,’ he responds, voice laced with innuendo, and I feel my high nearing, walls clenching around him, my hands gripping onto the bedsheets for dear life as he fucks into me so hard my legs shake, anklet jingling beside his ear.

‘Don’t be too long then. They’re serving dessert soon,’ Wesley says with reluctance in his voice, and Kepa’s grin grows again. ‘I think she is full,’ he murmurs, his jokes at my boyfriend’s expense only making me want him even more. ‘But, yes, we won’t be long,’ Kepa says before hanging up on him, throwing my phone further up the bed.

He begins slamming into me, the bed hitting the wall with each thrust, and he pulls the tie out of my mouth, letting me moan uncensored, my eyes fluttering shut. ‘Fuck, Kepa, feels so good,’ I whisper, voice strained because of his hand around my neck, the knot in my stomach pulled so tight, and he presses harder on my clit, pushing me closer.

‘Look at you, mi putita. So desperate for me after almost getting caught by your boyfriend. So dirty, princesa. Are you going to cum for me, mamí?’ he asks in a low and patronising voice, and all I can do is moan in response, my walls clenching erratically around him as I feel his chain hitting my chin with each thrust. ‘Look at me, cariño. Look at the man that is fucking you instead of your little boyfriend,’ he says, smirk evident in his voice, and I force my eyes open, heart stopping momentarily when I meet his gaze.

His curls are pasted down to his forehead with sweat, tan skin tinged with a light blush, and his pretty eyes are impossibly dark, blown out with desire. The top button of his shirt is open, the white material pulled tight across his broad shoulders and strong chest, and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing vascular and muscly arms. I could cum just from the sight of him like this.

‘Cum for me, bonita. I want you to scream my name, mamí, so loud that your boyfriend can hear you from downstairs. Scream my name when you cum for me, mariposa,’ he growls, and with a particularly hard thrust of his cock against the spongy spot inside me, the knot in my stomach snaps.

My mouth falls open in a loud moan of his name, head pressing into the bed sheets, and my legs shake as I cum around him, walls clamped down so tight he can’t move, the man rubbing at my clit to get me through my orgasm. He keeps his hand tight at my neck, the lack of oxygen mixed with the intense pleasure rushing through my veins making my vision go white, back arched up from the bed and body tense.

As I come down from my orgasm, my body goes slack, walls loosening around him, and he begins to fuck into me again to get himself to his own high, both of his hands gripping onto my waist so he can thrust into me roughly.

Soft grunts and groans fall from his lips, the sounds like heaven to my ears, and despite being completely spent, I try my best to help him get there, rolling my body to meet his thrusts, and he’s so close, cock twitching inside me.

I take my leg off his shoulder, wrapping both legs around his waist, ankles interlocked, and his head falls back as he lets out a strained moan, the veins in his neck corded tight. ‘Are you gonna cum, Kep?’ I ask, my voice hoarse, and he nods, eyes screwed shut and lips slightly parted. He looks so fucked out, sparking intense desire in my chest, and I suddenly feel like I could go another round (or 5).

‘Cum inside me, papí. Fill me up with your cum, so my boyfriend knows I got fucked by another man,’ I whisper, Kepa letting out a shaky breath, hips stuttering. I know he’s about to cum so I dig my heels into his back, keeping him buried to the hilt inside me, clenching around him.

He leans down and buries his head into my neck as he reaches his high, moaning my name followed by a string of unintelligible Spanish, muffled against my shoulder. I feel his warm release cover my walls, cock twitching inside me as he cums, and he slowly rocks himself through his orgasm.

Once he’s emptied himself inside me, he takes a few deep breaths, pressing gentle kisses and nipping softly at the exposed skin of my breasts, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, holding him close. I could stay like this with him forever, his body on top of mine a comforting feeling, his kisses a soft sign that this might be more than just lust between us.

‘We should go, mi amor,’ he sighs after a minute or so, pushing himself off me, and I pout up at him. ‘Ay, no, mi cielito. Do not give me that look. He will come and break down the door if we take too long,’ he says amusedly, softly caressing the side of my face. ‘Let him, I don’t care,’ I mumble tiredly, and he laughs before pulling out of me, the sudden emptiness making me shudder.

He slides his arms beneath my body, pulling me up into a sitting position before he gets a towel from the bathroom, briefly cleaning me up with featherlight touches across my body. He helps me up, and I walk around shaky legs, trying to get my body moving like normal again.

I touch up my makeup in the mirror, using the powder in my bag to cover up any sweat on my face and topping up my lipgloss because he’s kissed it all away. I smooth down my hair, trying to look like I didn’t just get railed, before adjusting my dress, pulling the straps on properly and smoothing out the creases.

I spray on a little bit of his aftershave – I’d rather Wes smell another man’s aftershave on me than the strong scent of sex. Finally, I fix my new necklace, making sure the pendant is central on my chest, Kepa watching me amusedly.

He looks like nothing’s happened to him at all. His curls are perfect, the blush gone from his skin, and his clothes don’t look at all crumpled. The only thing different is his lack of tie (he can’t wear it now that it’s covered in my spit) but he looks even sexier without it, the top two buttons open and revealing a slice of his smooth tanned chest.

‘Can I have my pants?’ I ask, and he shakes his head at me in the mirror, lips curved up at the corners. ‘I think I will keep them, mamí. You should hope that your boyfriend doesn’t notice that you have another man’s cum inside you,’ he smirks, his words making me wet all over again.

‘Seriously?’ I ask as he comes to stand beside me, and he nods, sliding his arms around my waist and leaning down to kiss along my jaw. ‘Maybe you can come and collect them from my house. Wesley can drop you off,’ he grins against my skin, a soft sigh falling from my lips at the thought of going over to his house to get fucked by him again.

‘Come on, mi cielito,’ he says, turning me around and pressing a light kiss to my lips, ‘let’s get you back to your boyfriend.’ He shrugs his jacket back on as I pick up my bag and phone, and we head out of his room. We walk in a comfortable silence, and I lean against him when we stand in the lift, feeling secure with his arms around me.

He offers me his arm again, and I can’t help but let out a little laugh as we repeat the walk towards the function room, this time under very different circumstances. He pushes the door open, Wesley’s eyes instantly landing on us when we walk in, and Kepa leads me over to the table where all my friends sit.

‘Thank you, Kepa,’ I say softly as I take my seat, the man grinning down at me. ‘No problem, mi amor. Enjoy your dessert,’ he replies lightly, dropping me a wink before he heads off to his own table. All eyes are on me, Wesley’s included, and I wait for him to start on me, ready to have a screaming match with him right now.

‘I’m sorry, babe,’ Wesley says, pressing a light kiss to my cheek, and I’m so surprised at the apology that I just nod. He takes my silence as a sign that I’m annoyed, taking my hand into his with a guilty look on his face. ‘I got distracted with the board, but you have my full attention for the rest of the night. I promise. I’m really sorry I wasn’t there to look after you,’ he says softly, the others trying to pretend they’re not eavesdropping.

‘It’s fine. I feel okay now,’ I say, and Wesley raises an eyebrow. ‘Are you sure? Because you look rough. Like you’ve been through the wars,’ he says, Ben choking on his drink, the others all pretending to laugh at that and not the irony of the real reason I look rough. ‘Thanks, Wes,’ I say drily, and he looks even guiltier.

‘No, I didn’t mean it like that! You’re still beautiful, obviously. I can just tell you’re tired.’ ‘Yeah, she must be shattered,’ Ben mutters from the opposite side of the table, Wes looking at him in confusion and I shoot him a death stare. ‘It’s fine. I’m fine. I just want dessert.’ ‘Didn’t you already have some?’ Ben asks with a grin, making me shoot another look at him as the others try to stifle their laughter.

‘What dessert did you have?’ Wes asks, and I hesitate, caught on the spot, taking a sip of Soph’s water to buy myself some time. ‘Kepa’s chocolate bar,’ Ben says cheerfully, the others all bursting into laughter as I choke on my water. ‘What?’ Wes demands. ‘Yeah, Kepa gave me a chocolate bar. Dairy Milk,’ I smile, trying to stay calm, Wes looking still looking suspicious as he nods.

Wesley’s dad appears, standing behind Ben and grinning around at all of us. ‘How are we, kids?’ he asks, all of us muttering various positive responses. ‘Good, good. I see you’re wearing the Van Cleef & Arpels, y/n,’ he says, everyone’s eyes turning to the necklace, and I nod nervously.

‘Nice of Kepa to give it to you,’ he says, not realising the innuendo in his own words, and Ben chokes on his drink again, making us all burst into laughter as Callum pats him on the back. Wesley stares at the pendant with jealousy in his face, and I look over to where Kepa’s sat, his eyes already on me.

He grins, winking at me again, and my heart flutters as I smile back at him, unable to believe how handsome he is. I get a flashback to mere moments ago, his cock buried deep inside of me, his voice moaning my name echoing in my mind. ‘Yes, it was very nice of him,’ I murmur in response, hand lifting to the pendant and toying with it, the diamonds sparkling like the city lights under the starry night sky.

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