#lucy bronze x ona batlle

[pinkyqil]

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Lucy bronze x ona batlle x r

Summary: childhood bestfriend to lovers to strangers

Warning: just toxic bestfriend, jealousy issues to many spelling mistakes for me too care for at this point in life

You and Lucy had always been together 24/7 has you both grew-up together like the childhood friends you're. Never letting go of one another. Always following each other, most people would think that you both were together.

"You've always felt attracted to lucy. Because of the way she treats you, always taking care of you getting the stuff she knows you'll need and most of all dealing with your massive sassy princess attitude.

Back in 2020 where she played for Manchester city around the covid out-break. You both decided to moving in together, always needing each other's company. After a while of living with lucy she finally confessed her feelings which you felt the same way.

Making you both finally official has most of your friends have been anticipating the moment.

You and lucy relationship had been going amazing. a little fights here and there but nothing to serious that would go way too far. Until she announced that she'll be leaving to play for Barcelona meaning you'll both have to do long distance until she comes for break or international duties.

Which you were okay with until now you've both been arguing way more recently all you ever wanted was for her to make more time on her busy schedule but she couldn't has they've been having game after game. Making you upset which would start random yelling match from the phone's.

"Another yelling match". said ona

lucy and ona had gotten really close for the past months. that she been playing for barca has she was found by her in the locker room crying from one of your arguments. Since then they've both gotten really close

"Yeah it just getting way worse and I don't think I know what to do".lucy said

"lucia I think we both know what you need to do" replied ona.

"but ona you know I can't I love her too much to do that she's been through everything with me all I want is to is too fix the holes in our relationship but nothing seems to work".

"I know but you can't keep pushing it like that do what best for both of you". ona told her while holding her hands.

That night you got a call from lucy which you weren't expecting.

cause it would have been really late for lucy which meant she was definitely up thinking about something but what she told you honestly couldn't comprehend.

She was breaking up with you over the phone from 1,137.96 kilometers away from each other that night you cried your heart out from the heavy feelings to now feeling empty.

You lost the love of your life the person that made you smile gave you whatever you needed that assisted you without asking you lost her.

And now feeling broken pices that no one could ever pick up again you hated this banging pain.

It been months since you're break up with lucy some people could've seen it from a distance but other's likewise.

it came shocking to both families who were sure that you both would have worked it out and get married in the future.

But they were wrong cause now she was with ona.

Ona is a pure soul nothing compare to you. you've tried hating her but couldn't the girl was way to nice for her own sake everyone around her loved her which you couldn't get that much what was so special about her but not you.

The last time you saw Lucy was around her vist back to england but instead of as lover you both we're now mere strangers who were once deeply inlove.

A/n : this has honestly sleeping in my drafts for the longest of time and I just got it done there's probably a lot of mistakes cause it wasn't proof read yet but other than that hope y'all enjoy this and don't forget that my request are open

[magics-neptunes-things]

Luna Masterlist (Ona Batlle x Lucy Bronze)

One Shot

Sneaky Cheeky Stay with me Valentine's Day Winter is coming Wish I was here

Serie

One Love

(1) | (2) | (3) | (4) | (5)

[museanddream]

Heaven || Ona Batlle x Lucy Bronze x reader

Warnings: 🔞 || threesome, poly relationship, fingering, oral sex, strap-ons, degrading language, bottom!reader

Word count: 2.1k

Part 1 of 2

If heaven was a place, it would be right here.

Here, between your girls, your back pressed against Lucy’s chest, one of her hands plucking at your nipple while her other holds your knee up, making space for Ona to feast between your legs.

“Use your fingers,” Lucy commands Ona. “She wants you inside her.”

Ona lifts her head, lips shiny with your arousal, then runs her fingers through your dripping folds before she sinks a single finger into you.

“I can speak for myself,” you huff, though your words slip into a moan as Ona curls her finger inside you.

Lucy pinches your nipple roughly, which in turn causes you to buck your hips up into Ona’s hand. You’re coherent enough to chat back, but not enough to remember that it’s a bad idea to do so. Especially when Lucy is in one of her commanding moods.

“Oh, you can?” Lucy hums into your ear, and you realise too late that there will be consequences for what you said. Lucy addresses Ona next, “Add another one. You’re not fucking her hard enough if she can talk.”

Ona hooks her finger against your front wall to elicit a moan from your throat as she drags it out slowly, before replacing one finger with two on the next thrust. Her movements are rougher, the base of her thumb grazing your clit with every thrust, just enough pressure to remind you how desperate you are to come but not enough to actually get you close.

“Can she take three?” Lucy asks Ona, watching the way that Ona’s fingers enter and leave your body with fascination.

“I think so,” Ona answers, and it drives you insane, the way they’re talking about fucking you as casually as if they were discussing what to cook for dinner. “It’d be a stretch but she’s wet enough. Or we could…”

Ona’s fingers have stilled inside you and you open your eyes, feeling the way that your girlfriends are silently communicating with each other while you lie back against Lucy, a desperate mess between them. You watch Ona’s eyes flicker towards the nightstand as she wordlessly asks for Lucy’s permission and you involuntarily clench around Ona’s fingers at the thought of them using one of the many toys in the bottom drawer on you.

“Please,” you beg, needing to feel full, fuller than the two fingers currently nestled in your cunt. You want to be stretched open, to feel the soreness of a thorough fucking tomorrow.

Despite the way she looks down at you from where she’s knelt between your legs, Ona’s brown eyes are soft, almost understanding of your predicament. You have no doubt in your mind that if it was just the two of you, she’d give in to your every request, pleasure you exactly how you asked her to and make you come over and over again until you could no longer move.

Lucy is not quite so accommodating.

“Oh, really? You want our cock?”

The way that Lucy refers to it as their cock has you dripping onto the sheet, bucking your hips up into nothing as Ona withdraws her fingers and walks over to the nightstand to look for the harness. Ona might be the one about to fill you up but there’s no doubt that it’s both of them who are fucking you, Ona listening obediently to every command that Lucy gives you as they slowly bring you to ruin.

“Please.”

“Please what?” asks Lucy, sending one of her hands south down your body to replace Ona’s, brushing over your clit and down towards your entrance with barely enough pressure to tease, let alone give you the pleasure you crave.

It’s still enough to have you whining and begging.

“Please, I want your cock. Fill me up. I need it.”

Lucy drags her hand back up your body, ghosting over your throat with wet fingers before she slides them past your lips, encouraging you to clean your own arousal from her deft digits with your tongue.

“You heard her, Ona,” says Lucy, releasing her fingers from your mouth with a wet pop and deliberately smearing your saliva over your own chin. “Give the slut what she wants.”

Satisfied with the fit of the harness against her hips, Ona returns to the bed and kneels between your spread legs. The silicone cock nudges against your thigh, mere inches from where you ache to be filled, as Ona crawls up the bed and covers your body with hers. You think she’s coming in to kiss you and tilt your head to accommodate her mouth, but she bypasses you completely, instead kissing Lucy over your shoulder.

They kiss slowly, messily, and it’s normally one of your favourite things to watch your girlfriends kiss each other in front of you but right now, sandwiched between their hot bodies with Ona’s cock against your leg taunting your empty cunt, you wish they’d hurry up and get to the main event.

You thought you were doing a pretty good job of being patient while they kiss as if you’re not even there, holding back the whines and pleas that threaten to slip from your throat, but clearly not well enough. Your hips buck subconsciously, trying to get a bit of pressure from the toy that is so close to where you need it, yet still too far away.

And of course Lucy notices.

“Oh, was there something you wanted?” Lucy taunts you as Ona’s mouth descends to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to the hollow of Lucy’s throat.

“Please, Luce,” you beg. “Want Ona to fuck me.”

“Go on,” Lucy tells Ona, who grabs a pillow and slides it under your hips with Lucy’s help. “No need to be gentle, not when she’s this desperate. Need to show her who’s in charge.”

Lucy is the one in charge, even as Ona gets into position between your spread legs and rubs the head of her cock against your folds, nudging easily against your clit with the help of your natural lubrication. Lucy, the puppetmaster, holding your legs open as Ona, her willing marionette, listens to every word of instruction that Lucy gives for your pleasure. It’s almost demeaning, like you’re not good enough, not worthy enough, to be fucked by Lucy herself, instead having her pull the strings as Ona does the work for her.

“Ready?” Ona asks, testing your entrance again with two deft fingers, before using the string of arousal that clings to her digits when she pulls out to slick the head of the cock strapped to her hips.

Lucy answers on your behalf.

“She’s ready.”

“Ona, please.”

Ona widens her knees and nudges the head of the cock against your entrance. It’s not the biggest one in your collection - only Lucy is allowed to wear that - but it’s still wider than the fingers Ona prepared you with, the thick head stretching you open as she pushes slowly inside.

“Fill her up,” Lucy orders Ona. “She can take it. She’s not going to break.”

Ona pulls almost all the way out, then pushes back in, deeper this time but just as agonisingly slow.

“More fun to tease her,” Ona counters, her eyes fixated on the point where her cock disappears into your cunt.

It’s not often that Ona disobeys an order from Lucy, always eager to please, but she also knows that the only time she can get away with it is when you’re spread out and desperate between them. Lucy isn’t going to punish Ona for questioning her authority when she’s already got you begging so deliciously.

Ona continues to fill you, sliding the toy into your hole inch by inch, pulling out occasionally before resuming. The stretch is so agonisingly pleasurable that you fumble around until you find Lucy’s hand on your thigh holding you open and grasp at her fingers. Lucy allows it, threading her fingers through yours and giving them a squeeze that almost makes you forget that your girlfriends are on a mission to ruin you, until she speaks again.

“Harder.”

This time, Ona listens. She withdraws a couple of inches, then drives back in with the full force of her hips, filling you completely. Your back arches, your head falling back against Lucy’s shoulder as you let out a cry of pleasure, and Ona’s hips start rhythmically thrusting against yours.

“How does it feel?” Lucy asks, pressing her cheek against yours as she cradles you from behind, the hand that isn’t laced with yours coming up to play with your tits again.

“Good,” you answer, between groans. “Fuck! Really fucking good.”

Lucy pinches your nipple, then addresses Ona again.

“Harder.”

Ona does as Lucy asks, leaning forward to partly cover your body with hers as she plants her hands on either side of you to support her body weight, giving her hips the freedom to pound the cock into your cunt with even more vigour. Ona’s frame is small, but her athleticism has primed her for this, barely faltering as she drives her hips into yours. The toy seems to hit deeper with every thrust, the slight curve to the shaft dragging against your front wall each time she withdraws, only for her to slide straight back in again.

It’s almost perfect, the pleasure building between your legs each time Ona’s hips slap against yours and the cock hits inside you just right. Almost enough to bring you right to the edge, if only somebody would apply the right kind of pressure to your clit to match Ona’s thrusts.

You’ll forgive Ona, her hands busy holding her body up so that she can hit that perfect spot inside you, but it’s frankly criminal that Lucy has two hands and neither of them are playing with your clit.

“Luce, I need…”

“No.”

The hand on your tit comes up to grab your jaw, tilting your head away from where you’d been pressing it into Lucy’s cheek and forcing you to look down your body at where the toy disappears inside you.

“Look at Ona. Look how well she’s fucking you. You don’t need anything.”

Ona lifts her head as she continues to fuck into you and you meet the gaze of her dark eyes. So what if Lucy won’t give you what you want? Maybe Ona will be kinder.

“Ona, please. I want to come.”

“I want her to wait,” Lucy growls, the low rumble of her voice making vibrations against your back that cause all the hairs on your arms to stand to attention.

And that’s not an order Ona is willing to disobey. Unfortunately for you, Lucy seems to have just as much control over Ona as she does over you. Ona’s eyes soften in an apology as she continues to fuck you, though her hips slow slightly to give you a little respite from the pressure building in your core.

“Ona…”

“Lucy said…”

“Lucy can get fucked.”

The words spill from your lips before you can stop them and you know you’re in big trouble.

Ona does too, her hips stilling, the toy buried deep inside you, forcing all your attention onto Lucy.

“What did you say?” Lucy asks, her voice dangerously calm, but you know better than to believe there won’t be consequences for what you said.

You try to stammer your way out of a punishment, despite already knowing your fate.

“Nothing, I…”

“She said you can get fucked,” Ona supplies unhelpfully, interrupting before you can make excuses, or at the very least apologise.

“I thought so,” Lucy says. “That’s not a bad idea, actually. What d’ya think, Ona?”

“You want her mouth?” Ona asks, pulling the strap out and leaving you achingly empty.

“You want her arse in the air.”

Ona smirks, her eyebrows twitching up in agreement, and she uses strong hands on your hips to drag you down the bed towards where she stands at the foot of it.

“Do you like that idea, amor?” Ona asks.

Standing in front of you, Ona’s cock is right there, and you’re in half a mind to wrap your lips around it, cleaning it of your slick, but you’re already in enough trouble with Lucy without putting your mouth on Ona before you put it on her.

Instead, you nod and look back up at Ona as you say, “Yeah.”

“Good girl,” Ona praises you, her eyes full of adoration as she caresses one of your cheeks with her hand.

The tender moment is interrupted by Lucy behind you, impatient to get back to business.

“Get her into position.”

[br7ght]

In the cards (part 3) Jenni Hermoso x Alexia Putellas x Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle x Reader

Instructing her Reward

summary: part 3 of the orgy fic, enjoy lovelies

warnings: oral sex, fingering, strap-on, instruction, hair pulling, choking, praise kink, clear power dynamics.

pairings: jenni hermoso x alexia putellas x lucy bronze x ona batlle x reader

co-author: @occasionallyaurora

part 1, part 2.

“You can do better than that. She likes it rougher than that.”

You were ready and willing to risk everything. Lucy’s words had been encouragement enough. All the nerves that you had built up over the course of the evening dissipated as you found Ona’s skin harshly between your teeth. She lets out a continuous whine against your ear as you feel her hands roaming up your skin towards your chest. 

“That’s it, take her bra off, Ona,” Jenni adds. You peek over at her, a wide grin splayed across her face. Jenni’s hand had shifted one of Alexia’s thighs into her lap, Lucy has the other. The pair spreading her out for them. Your mind snaps back when the feeling of Ona messing with the clasp of your bra, she struggles momentarily before finally popping it open and sliding the fabric from your chest. You gazed up at the freckled brunette still straddled over your thigh, allowing your lips to touch once again. Every touch was soft and careful once again, like you were both too nervous to make any sudden movements. 

“Go on. Tease her nipples with your tongue,” Lucy directs you. “She likes it when you bite, don’t you?” The rhetorical question aimed at her girlfriend, but you watched as Ona nodded with such eager desperation that you couldn’t bear to make her wait any longer. You took your tongue and circled her nipples until they hardened beneath your mouth. Then you followed Lucy’s instructions exactly, softly grazing your teeth against her and inciting a loud gasp from the woman. Your own arousal built with each circle of your tongue as Ona pushed her thigh harder against your centre; with each of her accidental movements the pressure against her chest increased. “Good girl,” Lucy says. Neither you or Ona know who the words are directed at, but you both moan. The vibrations of your noise turning Ona into even more desperate than before. 

Once again you glanced over to look at the other three women. Lucy, who was staring lustfully at the both of you writing against each other, her hand now teasing Alexia’s clothes slit with her finger. Her fingers drag back and forth as the blonde’s head falls onto Jenni’s chest. Jenni for the moment seems happy to share, enjoying watching as Alexia reacts to Lucy’s teasing. The tattooed Spaniard is slowly unzipping the back of Alexia’s dress and gathering it in order to slip it over her. As Jenni moves the material higher, she takes the opportunity to grope at her breasts. 

“Stop looking at us cariño and tease Ona for us,” Jenni gently snaps at you when she catches your gaze. “Let her grind against your thigh, love.”

Your hands slide down Ona’s toned stomach, gripping onto her waist as she restarts grinding her hips into your thigh. You could feel her arousal spread down the length of your thigh and the sheer sweetness of the moans escaping her lips force you to move her faster, guiding her hips back and forth. 

“Please,” Ona begs. “I want to feel you inside of me.” Her mouth is against your neck, lips taking the skin between her teeth as you tilted to allow her the space to travel further up the length of your throat. 

You look to Lucy and Jenni for permission. They had all the control, but you wanted nothing more than to have Ona riding your fingers in your lap, wanting to make her moan in the same way the other’s had. She truly was addictive. Lucy and Jenni both nod at you, allowing you to give into the younger girl’s pleas, but you’re not able to fully focus on the actions as Lucy has pushed Alexia’s underwear to the side. Her fingers are gathering up the glistening arousal as Alexia’s head buries itself further into Jenni’s chest, her hips involuntarily bucking to meet Lucy’s palm.

Ona whimpered a few more pleads, her forehead resting on yours as she waited for your hand to be exactly where she needed you. You bring your hand up to meet her wetness, inciting a deep groan from the younger woman as you circle her swollen clit with nothing more than the tip of your index finger. It was already clear that Ona was becoming frustrated with your teasing, her gasps turning to whines and she reached down for your hand, trying to convince you to add more pressure to your touches. You comply with her desperate requests, the pads of your fingertips pressing harder and earning you louder moans in response. You could feel her arousal building against your palm so you drag your fingers from her clit to press firmly against her entrance as she bucks her hips towards your teasing advances.

“Please, I’m begging you.” That was all you needed. The words sounded so pretty when they tumbled from her lips, interrupted by short breathy gasps. You thrusted a singular digit inside of her and Ona’s body reacted almost immediately, her thighs planting down beside you as she forced herself up and then down, her body moving quicker and you curled your fingers up to brush against her pulsating g-spot. “Please, another. I want you to fill me.” It was your turn to moan now, your own hips jerking upwards as you complied with the request, adding another finger inside of her, and meeting her bounces with the harsh thrusts of your wrist. 

“She’s going to need a lot more than that. Ona’s used to being stretched out.” You didn’t need to see to know that the words came from Lucy’s smirking lips. You responded by thrusting faster into her girlfriend, watching, entranced, as her body bounced against your fingers, riding them so perfectly in your lap. Ona’s body obstructed your vision of the rest of the room, so you’re not able to see Jenni approach you both, abandoning her place on the sofa with Alexia and Lucy. You didn’t realise that she’d moved until Ona’s head tilts back with such force; the older woman's hand grabbing a fistful of brunette hair and tugging hard enough to make her yelp with pain. However, you keep thrusting into her, knowing it would add to her pleasure. 

Jenni’s hand wraps tightly around the younger's neck. Her grip was so tight you could hear the breath leave Ona’s lips as Jenni’s second hand found its way to her mouth. Her thumb began to trace the outline of her lower lip, prising them open. The other hand continued to keep her head tilted uncomfortably backwards before spitting directly down Ona’s throat. The brunette immediately swallowed the contents before grinding faster against your hand. 

Just when you thought you’d reached your optimal level of satisfaction, you hear a long, drawn out moan that you could recognise anywhere. You cock your head, not stopping your movements as you leant round to see Lucy on her knees, her head tucked tightly between Alexia’s thighs. Her nails dug into her legs as she lapped at her cunt passionately, enjoying the noises that she was drawing from the blonde. As much as you wanted to continue watching, Ona was becoming a whining mess against your palm, your two fingers clearly not giving her exactly what she needed to be brought anywhere near the edge. 

You sense Ona’s frustration as her nails scrape through your hair, pulling your head closer to her body in desperation to feel you closer to her. You were so entranced by the sounds Ona was making above you, you failed to notice Jenni’s absence until her hands fell against the brunettes waist, stilling her movements You matched Jenni’s lead, stopping your thrusts and keeping your fingers still. Your eyes widen as Jenni reveals herself to you, holding a black strap-on in her hands, gesturing for you to take it from her. When you remove your fingers you’re met with a desperate whine which is quickly cut off when Ona also makes note of what Jenni was handing to you. 

“I want to see you fuck her like I fuck you.” Jenni instructs, a deep lust within the husk of her voice. She tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as she saw straight through your nerves, even if they were mixed with pure excitement. She places a soft kiss against your cheek, lingering around your jaw until she finds your ear, taking your lobe between her teeth. “Go on. I’ll coach you through it.”

Jenni slaps Ona’s ass, gesturing for her to move off of your lap, which she obliges to immediately. You take a moment to catch her reaction to what she had her back to before, not yet seeing her girlfriend’s head between your girlfriend’s thighs. Alexia was writhing against Lucy’s tongue; the raven-haired woman trying to restrict her movements by holding her thighs apart. Ona gasped as she saw the scene continue to unfold in front of her, sitting with her back against the sofa as she observed in awe. While Ona watched the other two, Jenni’s hands roamed down your body before helping you into the harness, her fingers choosing where to stop and grope as she adjusted the strap to fit you perfectly. 

“Now, I think Ona needs to prep this up before she’s fucked with it, don’t you?” Jenni smirks, watching the flush of Ona’s cheeks darken as her eyes fail to leave your body. You nod, not quite adjusting to being the one in this position. Jenni knew you’d never done this before which calms your nerves, knowing that she was going to tell you exactly what to do. You hold the silicone strap between your hands, trying to get used to the feel of it as Jenni grabs a fistful of Ona’s hair, forcing her back off the sofa so she is sat up, back straight, forcing her forwards. You position yourself in front of her, the strap directly in her eyeline and just as your nerves get the better of you, a firm hand against your back calms you down. Jenni pressing up against your back, her hands on your waist as she readjusts your stance slightly. 

“Open your mouth for her, now.” Jenni demands, watching as Ona immediately obeys her request, helping you out by grabbing the shaft herself and guiding it towards her lips. You groan as she takes the strap into her mouth, quickly taking the tip, her lips dragging back against the silicone. The strap was sliding easier past her lips now, with each thrust of her head she took a little bit more in, desperate to please both of you. Jenni took your hand and guided it to the back of Ona’s head, you immediately understood and you gripped the back of her hair, forcing her to quicken each thrust. When her eyes were open they were looking up at you, widening each time the strap hit the back of her throat and you felt as though you could orgasm just by watching her. 

You began to thrust your hips, holding her head still so you could thrust properly into her mouth. This was making drool drip around the strap, spreading to her chin. Her eyes looking up at you as she felt her own spit dribble frantically down her face. Jenni’s hand fell on the younger girl's face, wiping her drool from her in a patronising fashion as Ona’s moans were muffled, trapped in her full mouth. “Bend her over.” Jenni told you, her instructions crystal clear and it was your turn to groan as she kissed the back of your neck when you pulled out of Ona’s mouth. 

Ona was silently pleading for it as you grabbed the back of her shoulder, forcefully bending her over the arm of the sofa. In these moments between, you glanced over to see Alexia and Lucy in their own separate bubble opposite you. Alexia’s hands were deep in Lucy’s hair as she was still relentlessly devouring the blonde’s arousal. Her chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace, her moans getting louder and breathier as Lucy continued to circle her tongue at her clit. You were quickly brought back into it when Ona pressed her ass against the strap, trying to regain your attention as her back arched over the arm of the sofa. 

You feel the sofa dip as Jenni joins you, matching your position, pressing her body against yours. Her hands were once again at waist, readjusting the way you knelt. “Don’t look so lost cariño. Just press up against her, exactly how I do for you.” This was what you needed to hear, your bottom lip between your teeth as you held the strap in your hand, guiding it towards Ona’s dripping entrance. You gently swipe it between her glistening folds, each touch being met with whiny gasps. Jenni was pressing you forward, observing Ona’s desperation and knowing exactly how she needed you. All she wanted was to give you that same satisfaction that she got from fucking you this same way. “I think she’s ready for you.” You can feel Jenni’s smirk burning into the back of your neck, her breath heating up your skin as you slide the strap one more time down the length of her slit before teasing the tip at her entrance. 

“Fuck, please. Oh my god.” That was all Ona could muster up as she took the head of the strap, her arousal slick against the silicone, making it slip easier inside of her. You immediately find your hands against her hips, wanting to feel her body tremble as you continue to push the rest of the strap into her cunt. You pulled out completely, listening for the frustrated whine that escaped Ona’s lips before you forcefully pushed the entirety of the strap straight back inside her. The moans that tumbled from her mouth were addictive, making your hips move faster into her against your will. 

“Oh, good girl, baby. You’re making her feel so good.” Jenni whispered into your ear, not loud enough for anyone to hear but you. This drew a soft moan from your lips as you gripped onto Ona tighter, this time forcing her hips to meet your thrusts. “You can go faster than that, make her scream your name.” 

That was all you needed to take matters into your own hands, forcefully driving the strap into her now, keeping up a rigorous pace. Alexia and Ona’s moans were basically harmonising, each groan echoing throughout the room. When Jenni nipped at your neck, you joined them, your own desperation building as you watched Ona fall apart against your strap. 

It was like Jenni could read your mind, her nails dragging up the back of your thighs before you felt her fingers reach between your legs. You gasp, the contact throwing your rhythm off completely. “Don’t get distracted or I'll stop.” Jenni didn’t want to throw you off too much, only allowing herself to touch you gently, doing nothing but allowing your arousal to pool at her fingers. 

Once you get used to her teasingly soft touches you refocus yourself back on your thrusts. You reach down to grab a handful of Ona’s hair, forcing her head up and her back to arch against each harsh motion of your hips. You were dragging her entire body back onto your strap by her hair, driving her crazy. Her moans turning into a mix of curses and groans, not able to get more than one word out of her mouth at a time. 

You could feel her body begin to tire with each thrust you gave to her, so you let go of her hair, your spare hand snaking around her body to brush up against her clit, not able to form circles but just touching it was sending jolts down her body. Enough for goosebumps to form across her back and you swear you could feel her clench around your strap each time your finger caught against her bud. 

“I’m so close, please can I come for you.” Ona manages to get out, her body shaking underneath your hands in a desperate attempt to not take herself over the edge without your permission. You hesitate, your head turning back to catch a glimpse of Jenni, wanting some sort of signal on what to do. 

“It’s up to you, you’re the one that’s done all the work.” Jenni’s hands quickened up against your clit now, forming precise, smaller circles than before, your hips jolting and subsequently thrusting harshly into Ona. 

“Fuck, come for me pretty girl.” You continue your movements, not changing anything as Ona screamed out your name, her hands gripping the arm of the sofa as she let her orgasm wash completely over her. You helped her ride it out, your hands remaining firmly on her hips as a gesture of comfort until the brunette caught her breath again, her body falling flush against the sofa, her muscles giving out as her climax finally plateaued. This allowed you to slowly pull out, your lips clamped together with complete satisfaction at how you’d made her orgasm with such genuine intensity. 

Before you could capture Ona in a warming hug, Jenni placed a kiss against your cheek from behind, her hand gripping your chin to tilt your head to look at her. This allowed her to press her lips against yours, a heat between you that had been unresolved despite the amount of pleasure in the room this evening. “That was so hot, you made me so proud.” You blush at the praise, your eyes locked with hers before she pulls you down onto the sofa, allowing you to sit between Ona and herself. 

“You looked so pretty taking me like that.” You whisper to Ona, pulling her closer to you as she tiresomely lets the air out of her lungs, toying with your fingers as a silent gesture of appreciation of your words. Even now you three had finished up, Alexia’s moans had quietened, now just the odd breathy gasp escaping her lips as Lucy pushed her through what must’ve been her third or fourth orgasm now. You looked at the two girls either side of you, their eyes stuck on how Lucy’s head was still buried between Alexia’s thighs, her arms given up on pulling her legs apart, now just allowing for Alexia’s thighs to grip tightly around her face. 

“Lucia, Lucy, I’m gonna come again.” Alexia gasped out, her body too tired to react, her hips simply moving against Lucy’s tongue, desperately chasing her climax again. Jenni’s hand was stroking up the length of your neck and you mimicked this movement on Ona as she watched Alexia ride out her orgasm, her high pitched groans announcing the younger woman as awe-struck. This time, Alexia pulled Lucy’s head from between her thighs, grinning as she looked at the older woman, her entire face slick with her arousal. You watched as Lucy kissed up the length of her trembling body, eventually capturing her lips in a kiss, drawing a slight moan from the blonde as she tasted herself on Lucy’s lips. 

“I could do that all day.” Lucy said honestly when she pulled away from the kiss, hovering slightly above her face. Alexia could barely speak as Lucy managed to tuck herself underneath Alexia’s body, scooping her up into a similar hug as you three remained in. “That definitely made up for the fact that I could barely even see my reward.” She continued, looking over at you and Ona, her eyelids dipped in lust as she squinted in your direction. 

“Trust me, it was the hottest thing I’ve seen all day.” Alexia spoke truthfully, her prideful smile beaming at you making you hide your blushing face into Jenni’s chest. “We will definitely have to put this new found skill of yours to good use.” 

“I’m sure that can be arranged, right princesà?” Jenni urged, smiling down at your flushed cheeks as you looked up at her, the arousal between your thighs becoming unbearable, “Don’t look so worried, it’s your turn now, and you’ve got four women desperate to make you feel good after that pretty little performance.”

[onabat11e]

just wanna feel your lips against my skin

A/N: if you get deja vu, i’m sorry! @onathinker beat me to but encouraged me to finish/post my fic anyways so here we are 🫶 - pls go read hers also if you haven’t yet !!

rating: E for explicit (18+)

tags: smut, phone sex, dirty talk

summary: ona and lucy celebrate after ona’s goal in the esp vs ned game.

word count: 3.3k

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Lucy should have really been paying attention to her teammates playing earlier today. And she should really be with them now, celebrating their 7-2 win against Austria. Still, she constantly finds herself keeping an eye on the Spain vs Netherlands score during the last minutes.

When Ona scores in the 77th minute, Lucy has to fight the smile that is starting to creep onto her cheeks. She grabs a beer before joining the celebrations, laughing and dancing with the other England players. She loses track of time momentarily, trying to give herself the time to let loose for once. However, the sounds of the England squad celebrating together are drowned out shortly when Lucy feels her phone vibrate in her pocket. 

Ona: Back in my room now, call me! x 

Lucy mutters an excuse to Lauren James about being tired or wanting to rest for further training tomorrow. Honestly, she’s just saying anything that will allow her to leave the commotion behind so she can talk to Ona. 

On her way back to their accommodation, she replies to Ona’s text and lets her know she’ll phone soon. It’s not long before she gets there, settling down on her bed before she promptly presses the FaceTime Video button. It only rings twice before the sound of the call connecting plays. Ona’s smiley face pops up on the screen, looking freshly showered with still-damp hair falling past her shoulders. 

“Hi, baby,” Lucy coos, feeling her chest warm as she takes in Ona’s beauty. “Didn’t wanna go join your team to celebrate?” She knew that the Spanish girls loved celebrating their victories, Ona being no exception to the tradition. 

Ona loves football, she loves Spain, and she loves representing her country. But above everything, at this point in her life, she loves Lucy and their blossoming relationship.

“Hi, my love,” Ona returns the greeting, “I joined them for a drink. But I wanted to talk to you. And shower, obviously” She runs a hand through her hair, pushing it out of her face. Lucy can tell that Ona had had more than ‘a drink’ from her giggly manner, but she decides not to push the topic. 

“Well, I saw that a certain someone scored tonight,” Lucy coolly says as if she wasn’t glued to her phone the entire time, keeping herself updated as much as she could without getting caught out by teammates. Ona could feel the happiness in Lucy’s voice and the twinkle in her eye that somehow managed to shine through the quality of the video call. 

“I scored, I assisted, and I got player of the match. Thank you very much,” Ona gasps, using a mock tone of arrogance to wind her girlfriend up. Lucy rolls her eyes and breathes a laugh in response, completely used to Ona’s antics by now. 

“Mhm, you did so well tonight. I’m proud of my girl,” Lucy praises Ona, being met with a shy giggle. Ona loves getting referred to as Lucy’s girl, even on a non-sexual level. Something about knowing that they belong together makes Ona’s heart swell.

“You know I find it so hot when you score. Wish I could have been there to celebrate with you,” Lucy finds herself hating the distance again, wanting to feel Ona’s body under her, feel her warmth next to her. She just wants to spend time with Ona and share the happiness of her win. 

Both of them hated any sort of distance between them — it always brought about a painful reminder of when they first started talking. They had fallen into a habit of never spending a night apart, going back and forth between each other's apartments. 

“I know, but the international break will be over before you know it, and then we can celebrate together,” Ona giggles shyly, knowing their usual ritual of rewarding each other when one scores or plays exceptionally well.

“Who says we can’t celebrate over the phone?” Lucy suggests, raising an eyebrow at Ona. Phone sex wasn’t a completely foreign concept to them, the two having previously done long distance. It had helped them back then, but it had also been a while since they indulged in the act.

“Lucy!” Ona half-jokingly scolded her girlfriend and her dirty mind. She tried to ignore her body’s physical reaction but couldn’t help the heat rising to her cheeks at the idea. 

“I’m serious. You deserve to feel good,” Lucy felt smug seeing Ona blush at her suggestion. “Just a shame I can’t be there to be the one to do it for you.” 

Ona feels her stomach tighten at the thought of touching herself over the phone to Lucy. Just knowing that either of their teammates could catch them enhanced her excitement.

Lucy immediately picked up on Ona’s reaction, the telltale signs that her girlfriend was getting turned on. Ona licked over her bottom lip before sucking it in between her teeth, her eyes averting their gaze as her mind wandered. A deeper blush rose under the constellation of freckles that marked her cheeks and nose. 

“Yeah? You’re into that, aren’t you; you want me to tell you exactly how to fuck yourself?” Lucy’s voice pulled Ona from her daydream, poking fun at the girl's speechlessness. Ona rolled over, groaning and planting her face into the pillow to hide her embarrassment. Lucy waited for Ona to stop being a giggling mess and reply to her question. 

“Yessss,” She confesses, bringing her phone back to her face. Lucy has the cockiest smirk on her face, no doubt being pleased with herself for getting such a rise out of Ona with just a few words.

“Good. I wanna hear how needy you get when you’re about to cum,” Lucy readjusts herself in bed, sitting up to lean back on the pillows. “Think you can do that for me?” 

“Please,” Ona whines, “Need to touch myself. Wanna cum for you,” She squeezes her thighs together, desperate for any relief from the growing pulse between her legs. 

“Not yet. Show me them perfect tits first,” Lucy licks her lips. Lucy was obsessed with Ona’s body, her boobs being far up the list of her favourite parts of Ona. They were her top place to mark, leaving bruises and love bites as little reminders to Ona of who she belonged to. 

Ona drops her phone and quickly pulls her shirt over her head to show Lucy her bare chest. Her nipples perk up when they meet with the cool air of the room. Ona grabs her phone again, leaning her chest into the camera for Lucy to see.

“I miss your mouth on them,” Ona says as she cups her hand against the ample flesh, squeezing herself into the camera. There’s a shuffle on the other end of the FaceTime call as Lucy struggles to slide her trousers down with one hand. She manages to kick off the sweatpants and spread her legs out to give herself more room.

“You’re so perfect. Play with your nipples for me,” Lucy’s voice is deep, commanding Ona. Ona obliges quickly, making a show of tweaking and rubbing her nipples in front of the camera. 

“Fuck, Ona,” Lucy moans, squeezing her thighs together at the view of Ona’s chest through the call. Ona brings her hand to her mouth, sucking on her fingers and making eye contact with the camera. 

The visual sent a pang of pleasure racing to Lucy’s pussy. Ona’s warm eyes lock onto hers through the screen as she continues to suck greedily on her fingers, humming slightly before pulling them out. 

Ona tilts her phone towards her chest again, bringing the saliva to one of her nipples and rubbing over it. She arched her back into the touch, the slickness intensifying her pleasure. As her smooth fingers rub and flick against herself, Ona pictures that they’re Lucy’s tongue. She groans, moving her hand over to the other side, knowing how much Lucy enjoyed taking her time with each nipple. 

“Just like that,” Lucy groaned, sending a hand down to her crotch to push against her clit. She clenches her jaw, the pressure getting slowly relieved. She starts circling over the sensitive area, not bothering to remove her underwear. 

“I miss you so bad. Wanna watch your tits bounce as I fuck you into the mattress,” Ona shakes her chest at the screen, tweaking a nipple between her pointer and middle finger again. 

“I’m so wet for you,” Ona whined, showing Lucy her hand trailing lower, resting at the waistband of her underwear. Lucy can just about make out a small darkened patch on Ona’s underwear, the visual evidence of how desperate Ona is to touch herself. 

“Play with your clit for me,” Ona is eager to obey, her fingers sliding under the fabric quickly to meet the growing heat. She rubs through the pooling wetness, her hips bucking up to meet the touch. 

“Joder. I need you,” Ona bites back at the noises threatening to come out of her mouth as she creates tight circles around her throbbing clit, already eager for more. 

“Wanna see you,” Lucy commands, “Take off your panties and show me.” Ona fumbles with the material, sliding it down past her thighs, then her knees, finally letting the garment fall onto the floor. 

Ona spreads her thighs wider, showing Lucy the glimmering arousal between her legs. She uses two fingers to spread her pussy open, her clit and hole on show. Her hips involuntarily buck towards the camera, begging for friction.

“I wanna hear how good it feels, baby,” Ona bites down on her bottom lip. One of her fingers rubs up the wetness travelling up to slowly teasing the tip of her clit. 

“I’m scared the other girls will hear,” She kept her voice low, half listening out in case anyone were to walk in on her in this compromising position. 

“Don’t care. Let ‘em know that you’re mine. Let ‘em know that I own your cunt.” Lucy’s blunt tone causes Ona to let out a guttural moan, feeling her pussy throbbing against her fingers in response. 

“Finger yourself – think about how good I fuck you,” Lucy continues to rub herself, feeling the wetness growing as she watches Ona, the camera focusing on her abdomen and pussy. 

“No one could ever fuck me as good as you,” Ona mewls, bucking into her hand as she pushes a single finger into herself. It’s not enough. She misses the feeling of Lucy’s strong hands gripping her chest, her hips, and her legs. She misses Lucy’s warm mouth exploring her body and sucking on her, leaving wet trails down her abs and between her thighs. 

“Wish I was there, filling up your perfect pussy with my fingers,” Lucy growls, feeling possessive over Ona’s pussy and her orgasms. Even though Lucy isn’t physically there to make Ona cum, she still maintains control by instructing Ona on exactly how to pleasure herself. 

“Need more,” Ona pants into the phone, tilting it to look at Lucy for permission. Her eyes are wide as she pleads, feeling her pussy flutter, greedily to be filled up, desperate to be pounded into. 

“Add another finger – stretch yourself out for me,” Lucy commands, Ona letting her head fall back into the pillows at the pleasure of the subtle stretch of adding a finger. 

“You’re so good for me, baby. Keep fucking yourself,” Lucy encourages Ona, closely watching as she follows every order. Lucy strokes a finger through her own wetness before pushing in and out of herself, curving her finger against her sensitive spots as she does so. 

“I’m close,” Ona cries out, her thighs beginning to weaken and shake, “Need to cum so bad,” She draws her words out, moans getting caught in her throat as the pressure builds. 

“Don’t cum,” Lucy demands, rubbing herself quicker before adding, “Not yet. Be a good girl and wait for me.” Lucy clenches her jaw, focusing on Ona’s body, picturing how Ona would feel underneath her. Lucy’s fingers pick up their pace, and the lewd sounds echoing through the phone drive the coil in her abdomen to tighten. 

“Please,” Ona whimpers, begging as she can feel her orgasm threatening to boil over. She feels dizzy, her mouth opening and panting as she urges her body to not cum, no matter how close she is. Something about obeying Lucy by exactly doing what the older woman tells her to makes everything feel more intense. 

“Fuck, okay, I’m getting close too,” Lucy groans, her arm straining to fuck herself faster. She can feel her abdomen tightening, the melodic sounds of Ona whining as she forces herself to wait for Lucy to allow her to finish. 

“I can’t hold it anymore,” Ona is needy, her fingers slowing to stop herself from teetering over the edge. She pulls out of herself, dragging her fingers up to tease gentle circles around only the tip of her clit. It’s just enough pressure to keep herself right on the edge of her climax. 

“Shit. Cum for me,” Lucy says just before she lets herself reach her peak. Ona whines loudly down the phone, grinding against her hand and letting her orgasm wash over her. It’s not perfect. Ona falls over the edge first, letting Lucy’s name fall from her mouth, voice breaking with whimpers and the sheer pleasure washing over her body. 

Ona already knows she’s making a mess of the bedsheets, but it feels too good, the slick warmth dripping down the soft flesh of her inner thighs as she cums on her own hand. 

The sight of Ona’s blissful face and flexing muscles pushes Lucy to cum. The mess of hair, her head falling back, jaw slack. Lucy thrusts into her hand hard, thinking about Ona taking her dick, thinking about Ona’s fluttering pussy cumming around her strap. Her hips lift off the bed, shuddering and slowing down as she works herself through the orgasm. 

When Lucy looks back to her phone, she can see Ona’s wide eyes watching her, admiring the view of her coming down from her high. Lucy chuckles slightly, taking in Ona’s dropped jaw and the fire in her eyes. 

“You good?” Lucy clears her throat before questioning Ona, noticing the girl chewing on her bottom lip. Ona looks shy, almost guilty. Ever since the two had been living in Barcelona together, phone sex had been a thing of the past. Sure, the two had exchanged steamy messages now and then, but they had done nothing as explicit as this for a while.

“Mmm, I’m fine.” She pauses for a beat, looking to be unsure, before continuing, “It’s just never as good as when you do it,” Ona confesses, trying to ignore the motion of Lucy’s lips curling up into a smug smile at the comment. 

“Don’t worry. I’m gonna fuck you so good when we’re back together,” Lucy promises. “I’ll have to make up for lost time.” Lucy is already fantasising about being back with Ona, the things that she wants to do with her- to her. 

“Oh yeah? Is that so?” Ona takes her bottom lip between her teeth, feeling her body heat up in response to Lucy’s words again. 

“Mhmm, can’t wait to bend you over my lap. Play with your pussy and show you exactly how well you deserve to be fucked.” Lucy looks down at Ona through the phone, her eyelids heavy and eyes dark with lust once more. Ona clenches her jaw, feeling her heart beat harder at the thought. 

“Stop. You’re gonna get me all worked up again,” Ona whines, bringing a hand over her face to hide the evident embarrassment. 

“What? Horny little baby needs to cum again already?” Lucy teases Ona, knowing that it is rare for Ona to only cum once. Lucy liked to tease Ona about being a greedy bottom, but she would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy Ona’s high sex drive. 

“You say that like it’s not your fault!” Ona said in a pointed tone; she couldn’t not blame Lucy when she said things like that. Of course she is going to get a reaction out of Ona by doing so. 

“Not my fault that my girlfriend is talented as well as insanely hot? Yeah, I’d say I agree with that,” Lucy jokes, releasing a breathy laugh. Ona rolls her eyes at Lucy and brings the conversation back to where she wanted it. 

“Go on then, what else are you gonna do to me?” Ona beckons before letting her hand slip back between her legs. Her swollen clit twitches from the light touches of fingers running through the remnants of her prior orgasm. 

“I wanna kiss every inch of you, worship that beautiful body of yours,” Lucy let her voice drop an octave once more, a thick lust dripping from her voice. Ona’s jaw slackens as her fingers quicken across her clit. Choked-out whines echo from Lucy’s phone, Ona pressing against herself desperately.  

“Gonna lick and suck your tits,” Ona flashed the camera back to her chest again, shaking her breasts at Lucy and letting them bounce slightly. 

“I’d take my time, biting and nipping at all your favourite spots.” Lucy’s tongue ran over her bottom lip, picturing the marks she’d leave down Ona’s torso, the subtle flex of Ona’s abs under her lips as she did so. “Then I’ll rub my cock against your pussy, teasing until you’re just a needy mess, begging to be filled by me,” Lucy lists her actions, paying close attention to Ona and her reactions. 

“Need that so bad. I wanna be so full of you,” Ona pushes two fingers inside herself, immediately finding her sweet spot. Her arm pumped into herself as her head fell back, picturing the feeling of Lucy’s strap pounding into her. 

“I wanna make your tight little pussy cum all over my dick and then have you suck me off.” Lucy keeps up her dirty talk, watching as Ona rolls her hips upwards to meet the thrusts of her hand. 

“Wanna be good for you,” Ona begs submissively, urging Lucy to go on. Every word that comes out of the phone’s speaker sends pleasure bolting directly to Ona’s core. 

“I’d have you clean up all your juices off me. Then, I’d reward you and eat your cunt out,” The words coming out of Lucy’s mouth are beyond filthy, but, God, they’re sending Ona’s body and mind reeling. 

“Luce, keep going. I’m close,” Ona’s voice cracked, the desperation in her voice seeping through the words. Ona bucks her hips into her hand, feeling her clit rub against the palm of her hand as her fingers pump against the soft tissue. Ona is keening at the delicious stretch when she pushes a third finger into herself. 

“Gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna moan out and let everyone know who your pussy belongs to?” Lucy encourages Ona, watching her eyebrows furrow with her rapidly approaching climax. Ona’s breathing quickens, her chest raising and falling with speed. 

“Fuck, Lucy,” Ona groaned, the words coming out louder than she had planned. “Cumming,” Ona manages to squeak out before her head falls back into the pillows, a string of curse words falling from her lips. She rocks her hips into her hand, fucking herself through her orgasm. 

Ona pants, trying to regain her breath as she comes down from her orgasm. It takes a moment for her body to calm, goosebumps rising from the contrast of her hot skin and the cool air of the room. 

“Look at you,” Lucy praises Ona, admiring the sweat shining on her forehead and dopey eyelids, heavy with bliss. “Feeling good?”

“Mmm, feeling great,” Ona murmurs, curling up on the bed and pulling the covers over herself to get comfortable.

“I love you, and I’m so endlessly proud of you,” Lucy confesses, letting a wide smile spread across her face.

“I love you, too. See you soon, okay?” Ona mumbles sleepily. 

“Never soon enough,” Lucy pouted, “Goodnight, angel.” 

[onas-batlle]

lucy ona nation have we seen this????

[alexialuvrr]

well well well look who's sharing clothes again

[lucawrites11]

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hi, you can call me luca. i'm 20, use they/them pronouns and i am the anonymous writing the woso bits and bobs series on ao3

my asks are always open, please send me your questions, thoughts, headcanons, prompts, requests etc. (i do see them all but i will only reply to prompts/requests when i write them)

i am a lifelong newcastle united fan and currently just follow a load of woso teams while i wait for them to get out of the third tier of english football this includes but is not limited to arsenal, barcelona and man city and never includes chelsea for personal reasons. i love football tactics and stuff as well and always love to talk about it :))

(i just want to add that this is my secondary blog so if you don't see me interacting with posts and other blogs - it's because i can't)

masterlist:

leah williamson/alessia russo

make this the best dream i've ever known

complete: seven chapters

alessia invites leah over after united play arsenal for lasagne

[a hint of slow burn, first kiss, euros 2022]

i can't keep up

complete: one shot

alessia misses the uwcl qualifying penalty and breaks down

[hurt/comfort, established relationship]

maybe i should have called you first (but i was dying to get to you)

complete: six chapters

five times leah and alessia drive three hours to see each other and one time they don't need to anymore

[5+1, fluff, established relationship, acls]

you said it looked better on me than it did you

complete: one shot

leah steals alessia's clothes, alessia gets her revenge

[fluff, sharing clothes, wwc 2023]

tears are the words the heart can't say

complete: one shot

leah does her acl playing her girlfriend's team

[hurt/comfort, major character injury]

for better, for worse

complete: one shot

leah deals with endometriosis after a concussion

[hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship]

is forever enough? (the series)

if i know what love is, it's because of you

complete: one shot

prequel: leah and alessia's chaotic proposals (can be read as a standalone)

[marriage proposals, idiots in love]

how long do you wanna be loved? (is forever enough?)

complete: twenty-nine chapters

leah and alessia's journey to expanding their little family

[ivf, pregnancy, SO MUCH FLUFF, marriage]

never knew the best was yet to come

incomplete: chapter one of thirteen

emilia russo-williamson is here, follow the first thirteen months of her life

[kid!fic, fluff, marriage]

jenni hermoso/alexia putellas

it's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday

complete: three chapters

jenni and alexia have been broken up for over a year and are living in different countries but then they have the world cup

[angst with a happy ending, fluff, suggestive, slow burn (ish)]

mapi leon/ingrid engen

i wouldn't know where to start

complete: one shot

ingrid has just opened her own tattoo studio in barcelona. mapi goes along to check it out and develops a crush

[fluff, getting together, tattoo artist au]

ellie carpenter/daniëlle van de donk

you'll always be my favorite new year's kiss

complete: one shot

ellie and daan get together in new year's eve

[age gap relationship, first kiss]

you know what the best part of today was? i got the chance to fall in love with you all over again

one shot collection

ellie meets daan's daughter as her girlfriend after dating for almost a year

[fluff, kid!fic]

the missing pieces (of our souls)

evie bronze

one shot collection

lucy's daughter, evie bronze, is iconic in the women's football world

[lucy/ona, past lucy/keira, keira/laura, fluff, angst with a happy ending]

[leahsgf]

NOBODY MOVE! THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL!

[brcnze]

unexpected, yet so welcome.

a/n: the next works i’ll be uploading were on ao3 but i accidentally deleted my account….so here i am again!🫣

word count: 19.8k

unexpected, yet so welcome. 

the day of her best friends wedding was supposed to be one of the happiest days of her life. lucy had known lucy staniforth since they were kids and they had both spoken about this day since forever. both girls had promised the other that they would be one another’s bridesmaids and share their happiest moment together. however, what lucy didn’t expect was to be feeling so low on her longest friends’ big day. 

it had been only two months since lucy bronze’s world had come crashing down. two months since her seven year relationship had come crashing down to be precise. it came out of nowhere really, keira had signed for barcelona shortly after her and nothing had been the same between the pair since. they argued constantly, showed no affection towards one another and were overall happier apart. 

keira had been the one to end it. put the final nail in the coffin as such. lucy had known it was coming and had cried all the tears she had in her before keira had even said the words. 

she was feeling somewhat better now. keira had moved on, fast, she thought but overall she was happy for her. they had ended on relatively good terms, they weren’t friends as such but still got along just fine when they had to. but right now, sitting in this church and watching two people declare their undying love for one another was not leaving her feeling too great. 

she was thirty one years old, single and alone and being at a wedding right now was not exactly ideal. she felt better after the vows were over, all the lovey dovey part was finished and now she could focus on getting absolutely wasted in order to forget about what her life had become. 

she was sitting in a booth, alone again when she heard a familiar voice and felt a presence in the form of jordan nobbs slot in beside her “alright luce?” the smaller girl asked. 

lucy responded with a nod, glad to see her other best friend and fellow bridesmaid to whom she greeted with a smile. 

“this must be hard for you. i know you miss keira…” 

the defender jumped in at that, sick of people pitying her “it’s really not that. i loved her, i’ll always have love for her but it’s over and i’ve accepted that.” 

the smaller girl furrowed her brows and couldn’t hide the confusion on her expression so stayed quiet so her friend could elaborate further. 

“i think the whole break up thing has just made me question myself. i mean, im thirty one years old and im single and here i am at my best friends wedding by myself” she looked around at all the couples on the dance floor, arms wrapped lovingly around one another. “i guess it’s just made me think there might be something wrong with me. i know i’ve always been very career minded, and so with keira it was easy. we made our relationship work around football because we were both the same. i just worry now that i’ll never find anyone because they won’t be able to understand the demands of being a footballer.” 

jordan’s face softened, not used to seeing one of her longest friends this vulnerable. she placed her hand on her friends knee, offering support “you don’t need to rush into anything lucy. i know it may seem that way because keira’s already with laura, but take your time. there’s not a time frame on these things. you will find someone, and when you know you know.” 

lucy looked jordan dead in the eye, a huff of a laugh leaving her lips at the unusual seriousness between the pair. 

“what you laughing at?” jordan questioned, confused. 

the defender shook her head, a smirk still visible “just not used to the deep and meaningful advice from you jord, that’s all” to which the younger girl gave her a playful nudge. 

“fine then, i’ll let you carry on being a sad sap. now come on and let’s have a dance” the smaller woman laughed, pulling lucy up and over to the dance floor.

lucy spent a good hour or so enjoying the music and dancing with her friends, her earlier turmoil dissipated. she found herself at the bar, having offered to buy a few of the guests a round of drinks when she saw someone slip in next to her. 

“im glad you’ve cheered up” the voice, with a spanish accent stated. 

lucy looked beside her, her eyebrows furrowing “im sorry?”

“i’d just noticed all day that you didn’t look very happy. i know how close you and lucy are so i knew it must be something pretty bad to have you looking so lost on your best friends wedding day.” the younger girl explained, flipping her hair over to one side. 

lucy narrowed her eyes, taken a back a little by the girls observations of her and the spainard clearly noticed this, taking it upon her to introduce herself “oh gosh, sorry. you must think i’m completely insane. i’m ona. i used to play with lucy at united.” 

“oh, i know who you are” lucy responded, somewhat bluntly. 

“you do?” ona asked, nothing short of surprised that the right back she had always admired knew of her. 

“course i do. ona batlle, right back. spains number two” lucy began listing “i just didn’t expect you to have been keeping an eye on me all night” she finished with a smirk. 

ona blushed, suddenly turning a shade of pink and stuttered over her words “i- i mean i wasn’t…” 

“you don’t have to explain yourself. it’s nice to finally meet you properly and not be playing against you” lucy said, putting the girls mind at ease but still revelling in her flustered state. 

ona met her with a smile “it’s nice to meet you too. lucy’s told me a lot about you.” 

before lucy could respond, the bar lady came back over to take her order and as she listed the drinks the group had given her to purchase, she nodded towards the spaniard next to her “and for you? can i get you a drink?” 

“just a martini, please. as long as you’re sure?” 

lucy nodded, placing the order and grabbed the tray of drinks “im just gunna go and give these to the guys over there and then i’ll be back. unless you want me to go of course.”

“i wouldn’t mind your company” ona smirked to which lucy returned and quickly went to drop off the drinks. 

lucy really didn’t know all that much about ona. she’d heard lucy mention her a handful of times and, of course she’d played against her, but other than that she knew little to nothing. something about the younger girl intrigued her tonight though, she hadn’t expected her to come up and start a conversation but she now found herself handing out these drinks faster than ever in order to get right back to her. 

“that was fast” the smaller brunette asserted when lucy arrived back at the bar. 

“clearly i missed talking to you” lucy shot right back, managing to pull that same blush out of ona that she had earlier. 

ona couldn’t contain her shy smile as the two walked over to a booth and sat beside one another. they somehow ended up chatting back and forth, uninterrupted for hours, with them both partaking in a lot of low-key flirting. 

 “so, you’re playing for barcelona now, right? how’s your spanish coming along?” ona asked, well into their conversation.

“muy buena gracias” the defender replied, clearly proud of herself. 

ona met her with a smirk “well, id say im impressed but you’ve been there a while now and i think i’d expect something a little more advanced.”

lucy pondered for a moment, mirroring the smirk “okay then, how about this… te ves hermosa esta noche.” 

the younger girls eyes widened all of a sudden, taken aback by the other woman’s boldness, but a huge smile tugging on her lips “do you even know what you just said?” 

lucy nodded “i said you look beautiful tonight.”

-

two weeks had passed since the wedding, and both lucy and ona had exchanged numbers and had been talking ever since. they had just clicked, which was surprising to them both due to the only thing them having in common was football and mutual friends. 

lucy was back in barcelona and ona was in manchester, the pair sending each other messages morning, night and even in breaks at training. 

it wasn’t like lucy to be on her phone at all during training times, she usually stuck to the rule book like glue. her phone was typically locked away in a locker, removing all temptation and maintaining her full focus on football. however, with messages from a certain manchester united player coming in every second, she kept it firmly by her side. 

“oh, lucia, who has got you smiling at your phone like that?” a voice with a broken english accent asked her during lunch.  

lucy looked up to see alexia looking at her with a smirk, eyebrows raised. 

“no one in particular” the defender shrugged off, her eyes returning to her lit up phone screen where she had just received yet another text message. 

“doesn’t have anything to do with a certain one of my international team mates then? possibly going by the name of ona?” 

lucy’s head snapped up, her eyes widening and looked at the midfielder in bewilderment. 

“us spanish girls talk, you know lucia” alexia grinned, evidently very proud of herself. 

the defender was suddenly very intrigued, what had they been discussing? what had ona said about her? she was also very silently excited about the fact that ona had mentioned her to her friends “what did she say?” 

alexia chuckled “now, that would be telling.”

lucy rolled her eyes, the hint of a smirk on her lips. 

“anyway, before you were too invested in your phone, i was going to ask if you wanted to come to a party im hosting for my girlfriend? i’ve invited most of the girls and a certain someone will also be there.” 

“we’re just friends, you know, we met at lucy’s wedding and have just texted a few times since, that’s all” the defender tried to assure the blonde.

alexia couldn’t stop the grin from forming on her lips “mmhm, i never said anything about being more than friends.” 

lucy suddenly felt her face turning a deep shade of pink, wanting to change the subject as soon as possible “i’d love to come, thanks for the invite.” 

lucy wasn’t quite sure what it was about ona that had her feeling this type of way. she thought she was beautiful, anyone would have to be blind to think otherwise. however, they’d only met once, and yet she still found herself thinking about her all the time, wondering what she was doing, constantly waiting for the next text to come through. it was weird to feel this strangely giddy again at her big age, but she loved it. 

the pair continued their constant messaging, with even a few added phone calls, right up until the party. they both had been very focused on their own training, but still managed to make time for their daily chats. 

lucy was getting ready with mariona. someone whom she had grown very close to since she joined barça. someone who also was a good friend of onas. 

“ahh lucia, you look guapa” mariona smiled at her, as she returned from the bathroom. 

lucy was wearing black slacks, with a white tshirt and a beige blazer over the top. one thing she took huge pride in was fashion, and so compliments on her outfits always left her feeling good. 

she smiled towards her friend “thanks, and you look great also.” 

a message pinged through on her phone and the defender reached for it, not being able to prevent the small smile that tugged on her lips when she saw who it was from. 

‘just landed, and very much looking forward to seeing you soon. now, i just hope that your spanish has improved ;) - ona x’ 

the look on lucy’s face didn’t go a miss by mariona and she couldn’t help but tease the older woman “im guessing you’re very excited for tonight then?”

lucy nodded “yeah, definitely. it’ll be nice to spend time with everyone outside of a football setting and properly meet alexia’s girlfriend.” 

“mmhm” the spaniard responded, taking a sip from her drink and not being able to mask the smirk that was staring lucy straight in the face. 

“what are you looking at me like that for?” lucy asked confused, completely unaware of the other woman’s knowledge of her friendship with ona.

mariona laughed, handing lucy another drink “oh nothing chica, here have this and then we’ll get going shortly.” 

the two women finished off their drinks before hopping into the taxi that took them to the party. it was at alexia’s house, which was already insanely beautiful but somehow even more so with all of the added decorations that had been carefully placed. lucy looked around in awe as she stepped inside, admiring the way the whole place looked. 

she made her way over to the makeshift bar that alexia had set up, carefully choosing what she wanted out of the endless options. 

“well, it seems that we always end up meeting at bars” a voice, that lucy instantly recognised said. 

the defender turned to her side, a wide smile growing on her face when her eyes met onas. the smaller woman looked amazing, her hair flowing past her shoulders and her cream trousers and black top hugging her body in all the right places. 

“guess it’s just a blessing that we have so many mutual friends” lucy responded, her smile never faltering. ona returned the smile and pulled the older woman into a hug, her petite frame fitting into lucy’s perfectly. 

lucy’s arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders, breathing in her scent “im really happy to see you again.” 

the hug lasted a long while, with neither woman really wanting to let go, but as they clocked on to a few suspicious pairs of eyes on them they pulled away and lucy went back to making the drinks “martini, again?” 

ona nodded “you remembered?” 

the defender handed her the drink, her hand lingering on top of the smaller woman’s for just a moment “you’ve been pretty unforgettable since we met.” 

a blush crept along onas face as she grabbed tightly onto lucy’s free hand and pulled her over to a group of their friends. the pair spent the evening chatting to everyone, never once leaving one another’s side. luckily, everyone else was too drunk themselves to make jokes about the twos sudden close friendship, a factor that lucy was grateful for. 

ona too, was also very drunk which was unusual as the girl was typically good at managing her alcohol intake. the two were currently sat on one of the many sofas in the house, chatting with alexia, olga, mapi and ingrid. the pair were pressed very close together, with ona slumped against lucy’s side and lucy’s arm wrapped lazily across her shoulders.

“you alright, guapa?” alexia asked ona, looking into the girls eyes and noticing how glassy they looked. 

the younger girl nodded, her head lolling to the side and laying on lucy’s shoulder “yep, totally fine.” 

as the others resumed their conversation, lucy looked to her side, noticing the change in the younger girls voice “are you sure you’re okay?” she asked, rubbing her shoulder. 

ona didn’t respond, and instead her face turned a worrying pale colour which didn’t go unnoticed by lucy, who quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bathroom. as predicted by lucy, ona began throwing up into the toilet as lucy held her hair back and rubbed her back, mumbling comforting words to her. 

when the sickness had finally subsided, ona slumped her back against the toilet and put her head in her hands “im so sorry, you must think i’m a total mess.” 

“hey, don’t be silly. it happens to us all. are you feeling better now?” lucy asked as she sat beside her on the bathroom floor. 

ona nodded, unable to look lucy in the eyes “im just really embarrassed.” 

lucy shook her head, a faint smile on her lips “listen, you don’t need to be embarrassed it’s completely fine. as long as you’re feeling better now, that’s all i care about.” 

ona smiled up at her and rested her head back on her strong shoulder, just like she had done back on the sofa. she let out a content sigh and felt her heart swell as lucy grasped her hand and began stroking it with her thumb. 

“i was thinking…” lucy began, breaking the comfortable silence.

“that sounds dangerous” ona butted in with a laugh, causing lucy to nudge her in the side before carrying on. 

“do you want to, i don’t know…maybe, go out sometime? before you go back to manchester.” 

ona snapped her head off of her shoulder and looked her dead in the eye “you mean, like a date?” 

lucy nodded, the shyness evident on her features “if you want it to be. don’t feel pressured to say yes or anything, i know this is probably really random and you might think i’m completely insane, but i just…” 

the smaller girl launched herself into lucy’s lap and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, the widest grin tugging on her lips “i would love nothing more.” 

lucy grinned into her shoulder, her arms wrapping around her waist and breathing in onas perfume. the pair remained in that same position before lucy let out a small chuckle. 

ona pulled away to look her in the eyes, mirroring the grin “what’s so funny?” 

“i just can’t believe i asked you on a date sitting on a bathroom floor.” 

-

lucy was nervous, to say the least. only three days had passed since the party at alexia’s and tonight was the night she was taking ona on the promised date. she wanted it to be special, but she’d just gotten out of a seven year relationship so dating wasn’t something she was used to doing. 

she had spent her time over the last few days, desperately searching up the nicest restaurants in barcelona, and when she finally found what she considered the perfect one she didn’t hesitate to book a reservation. 

she had messaged ona, who was staying at mapi and ingrids apartment, only a few details as she wanted to keep a majority of her plan a surprise and was now only left with two hours to get ready and meet the younger woman in the designated spot. 

the defender found herself digging through her entire wardrobe, internally cringing at how badly she wanted to look good for this date. however, as her desperate searching continued she was interrupted by her phone  ringing. 

she groaned at the inconvenient interruption, but accepted the facetime call when she saw it was from cupid herself, lucy staniforth. 

“im not gunna lie, this isn’t the best time.” 

the midfielder widened her eyes in feigned offence “hi lucy, yeah im good thanks. so nice of you to ask.” 

lucy sighed, not appreciating the sarcasm dripping from her tone “im sorry, im just a bit stressed. i’ve ummm, got a date tonight and i’m trying to decide what to wear.” 

the defenders best friends grin couldn’t be contained after hearing those words and so she couldn’t help but almost scream through the phone “a date?! why am i only hearing of this now? who is she? what’s her name? how did you meet?” 

“woah, woah. slow down” lucy smirked, interrupting the girl on the screen. 

“just answer my questions!” 

lucy took a breath, feeling slightly nervous to explain who it was that she was taking on a date. she knew that lucy wouldn’t mind at all, but it felt a little awkward for her to tell her that it was her ex team mate and one of her very close friends “well, you know her very well. we actually met because of you and she’s spanish.” 

the aston villa player narrowed her eyes, trying to piece together the details lucy had given her and as she realised her mouth fell agape and a huge grin plastered itself across her face “not ona?!” 

lucy could feel her whole face turn a bright shade of pink and couldn’t hide the small smile tugging on her lips. 

“oh my god! i can’t believe that, that’s amazing. i knew you’d hit it off at the wedding, i could instantly tell” the woman practically screamed, overly excited at this information “woah…onas gunna be absolutely over the moon” 

the defender narrowed her eyes, confused on the last part “what’d you mean?” 

“oh luce, she’s always had the hots for you. i always thought it was so sweet when she’d go all red whenever someone spoke about you, and when she found out we were close she asked me about you all the time and said how great she thought you were.” 

“really?” lucy questioned, her smile widening, but quickly fading as she noticed the time “shit. luce, im gunna have to go. i’ll message you later, yeah?” 

“have a brilliant time. i expect you to tell me everything though bronze. oh and you’re welcome by the way, for being the matchmaker in this situation” the midfielder winked, before her face disappeared as the facetime ended. 

lucy shook her head, smiling to herself and continued her hunt for the perfect outfit. 

she was eventually ready, eyeing her chosen clothing up and down a multitude of times before finally biting the bullet and walking out her front door. she made her way towards her regular coffee shop which is where the pair had agreed to meet and waited for ona to arrive. 

the defender could barely stand still, picking at her nails in attempts to distract herself and when she finally looked up she saw the girl in question standing no more than two feet in front of her. 

“hi” the smaller girl said in a small voice, smiling up at lucy as she approached. 

lucy mirrored the smile, her jaw slightly dropping from its hinges as she took in how beautiful the woman in front of her looked “you look incredible.” 

she pulled ona in for a hug, and the pair began the short walk to the restaurant lucy had chosen, chatting non stop along the way. it was a very classy, and very expensive restaurant located right on the beach, above the ocean. 

as the waiter lead them to their seats in an area that lucy had reserved just for the two of them, placing a bottle of champagne down on the table, ona looked around in disbelief “i don’t even have any words. this is just, so amazing.” 

“you like it?” lucy asked, needing all the reassurance in the world. 

“it’s like something you see in the movies, it’s perfect” the spaniard smiled, not being able to take her eyes off of the setting around them. 

lucy released a breath she hadn’t even realised she’d been holding, and poured them both a glass of the bubbly liquid. 

“you know, if someone told me i’d be here right now a few months ago i would’ve laughed in their face” ona revealed. 

lucy smirked taking this as an opportunity to tease the younger woman “oh yeah? funny that actually, because a friend of mine earlier, lucy to be exact, was saying how apparently you’ve always fancied me?” 

onas face turned the deepest shade of red, her eyes looking anywhere but into lucy’s as she stuttered “i-ummm, have no idea what she’s talking about.” 

the defender chuckled, loving the blush she could pull out of the woman across from her and leant across the table to take her hand into her own, stroking it with her thumb “i think it’s cute.” 

the pair ate their food and drank endless glasses of champagne, all the while enjoying each others company. when they left the restaurant, neither wanted to leave yet and so they both decided on taking a stroll along the beach. 

“i’ve had the most amazing time tonight lucy, thank you” ona said turning to look at the older woman beside her. 

“you don’t have to thank me, it’s been my absolute pleasure” lucy replied as their hands brushed against one another. 

ona took the opportunity to grasp lucy’s hand and intertwine their fingers, pulling lucy over to a spot rid of people. they sat down next to one another on the sand, onas head resting on lucy’s shoulder. 

“lucy might’ve been telling the truth a little bit with what she said, actually” the spaniard mumbled. 

“is that right?” lucy smirked, remembering how she had teased the girl beside her earlier. 

she felt ona nod into her shoulder, and so she took the chance to turn to face her, lifting her chin to look into her eyes “well, for what it’s worth, i might fancy you a little bit too.” 

the younger girls smile widened, her eyes sparkling as she looked into lucy’s “seriously? you’re not just saying that?” 

“you don’t really think i just take random girls on dates do you?” lucy smirked “if i didn’t like you like that, i wouldn’t be here like this right now.” 

“i just didn’t want to get my hopes up i suppose” ona explained, as lucy placed her hand on her knee and began to trace patterns. 

the pair just sat staring at each other for a moment, taking in how the spanish moonlight illuminated both of their faces. ona began to chuckle, overwhelmed by lucy’s intense gaze and nudged her in the arm “what are you looking at me like that for, lucia?” 

“just trying to resist from kissing you right now” she replied in a whisper. 

the smaller girl felt literal butterflies erupting in her stomach at that, her eyes widening and swallowing deeply. lucy staniforth had been right in what she had told lucy earlier, she really had always thought lucy was so unbelievably attractive and so she couldn’t believe she was here with her like this, right now.

“why would you need to resist?” 

lucy smiled, all the confirmation she needed to do what she had wanted to do all night right there. she placed her hand on onas cheek, slowly leaning in and closing the gap between them. 

as their lips collided for the first time, they both immediately felt sparks flying. ona placed her hand on the back of lucy’s neck, deepening the kiss and pulling them both impossibly closer to one another. lucy still had her hand resting on her cheek, stroking it with her thumb as they kissed. 

the older woman took the opportunity to deepen the kiss even further, their tongues fighting for dominance and eliciting a muffled moan from the spaniard. lucy made a mental note that she wanted to hear that sound over and over again. 

when they both eventually had to pull away for air, much to both of their dismay, they looked into each other’s eyes with goofy smiles like giddy school girls. lucy tucked a loose strand of hair behind onas ear “so, does this mean i get to take you on a second date?” 

ona wrapped both her arms around the older girls neck, moving her face closer to lucy’s and mumbled into her lips “only if you kiss me like that again.” 

-

they’d spent the rest of the evening in that very same spot on the beach, enjoying one another’s company and a few more passionate kisses. lucy had walked ona back to mapi and ingrids apartment, the pair parting ways with a tight hug and a promise to see each other as soon as it was next possible. 

ona had had to fly back to manchester early the next morning, ready to be back in training and had sent lucy a text just before her flight took off. 

‘good morning lucia, i just wanted to thank you again for the amazing night last night. i’ve just boarded my flight and i can’t stop thinking about it…i can’t stop thinking about you. i can’t wait to see you again already, i hope it’s not too long

ona xx’ 

two gruelling weeks of training had passed since that message, two weeks since the two footballers had seen each other in person and two weeks since they had begun missing one another. 

lucy had just got in from training, greeted by her favourite little westie at her feet as soon as she had opened the door. the defender went about her usual nightly routine, preparing dinner for her small pup and then herself and settling down on the sofa to eat it with some silly tv show on in the background and a fed narla passed out beside her. 

she was usually content in her own little bubble, happy to come home and just relax after socialising all day with her teammates. however, since meeting a certain spanish girl, she craved ona’s presence all the time. that was a factor that was weird to lucy, her and ona really hadn’t known each other long at all, and for someone that struggled to be comfortable around new people, the defender found it odd how much she wanted to talk to her. 

little did the older woman know, that ona was feeling the exact same way. she would come home from her long training days and constantly replay the date night the two had shared in her mind over and over again. she found herself checking her phone every other second to see if there were any missed calls or messages from the defender who was consuming her mind.

the two had gotten into a consistent routine of face timing each other. although it definitely wasn’t the same as seeing the other in person, it managed to ease the longing in both of their hearts. 

“you seem, i don’t know, on edge” lucy had said during one of their calls. 

“on edge?” ona repeated back to her with a furrowed brow, the phrase not quite translating. 

“like stressed or worried about something, are you okay?” lucy had noticed there was something off with the younger girl, she kept catching her staring off into space or biting at her nails, her usual happy demeanour seeming unsettled. 

ona sighed “i’ve just got a few things on my mind, that’s all. i wouldn’t want to bore you.”

“don’t be silly, talk to me.” 

the truth was, the man united player was worried about an upcoming fixture they had against city. she was always anxious playing in the derby, the expectations were sky high and the fans were pretty rowdy to put it lightly. 

“it’s the manchester derby tomorrow night, it always just makes me a little nervous.” 

lucy met her with a sympathetic look, sensing her nerves through the screen and remembering her own anxiousness towards this particular match when she played for city. 

“i remember the feeling, but you’ll do great. you’re amazing and you’ve got nothing to worry about. are your family coming to watch?” 

ona shook her head “they can’t make it this time, which just makes it worse. i like knowing i have the support in the crowd, you know.” 

this gave lucy such a great idea, she had a few days off after her match against athletico the next day and had originally planned on spending them searching for a new flat. however, what better to do than fly to manchester for a couple of days, to watch onas game and also spend some time with her. the defender wanted to keep it a surprise though, not wanting to get the younger woman’s hopes up just incase something interfered with her plan. 

“you’ll have loads of people routing for you, just you wait and see how many shirts with your name on it there’ll be.” 

ona responded with a smile, the smile that lucy loved to see and the pair carried on chatting for the rest of the evening before having to get some sleep before they both played the next day. 

the next morning, lucy had spent frantically packing some stuff, enough for a long weekend into her suitcase after booking a flight for that afternoon. she then headed off to the johan for a 10am kick off where barça won 5-0 against athletico. 

the defender quickly made it back to her flat, taking a shower and then shoving all of her luggage into her car boot. she had no time to rest today whatsoever, and so whilst she was in the car with narla in tow on the way to keira’s apartment she released a huge breath which she hadn’t realise’d she’d been holding. 

as she got to her destination, she knocked on the door to the apartment, she met keira with a half smile and breathlessly said “hey. you’re not going to rome this weekend are you?” 

“umm no, why? why do you seem so worn out?” the ginger replied, an obviously confused look plastered across her face. 

“just wondered if you could have narla for me for the next few days?” she replied, completely forgetting to answer keira’s last question. 

“yeah, course that’s fine. where are you going though?” 

“just back to manchester for the weekend” the defender said nonchalantly as she handed the small dog over to the girl opposite her. 

“why?” 

lucy let out a huge huff “god, why so many questions?” 

“im just taking an interest” keira said with a huge smirk on her face, knowing her ex was hiding something “are you going to see someone?” 

lucy rolled her eyes “bye kei, thanks for having her” to which the midfielder shook her head, letting out a laugh before closing the door and taking narla inside.

the next time the defender took a moment to breathe, she was on the plane on her way to manchester. staring out the window, all she could think about was that she would get to see ona in just a couple of hours, the girl who had been on her mind constantly since the day they met. 

once she’d been through security, she took a taxi all the way to the stadium and as the vehicle approached the outside of the etihad she decided to send the man united player a message so that she’d know she had someone there. 

‘just wanted to wish you luck for tonight, you’ll be amazing i know you will. i’ll be watching, a lot closer than you think ;)

~luce xx’ 

ona picked up her phone at the sound of her message tone, her mouth instantly curving up into a smile as she saw who it was from. however, when she read the text and realised what lucy meant she raised her hand to cover her mouth in utter disbelief. 

she was here, watching her tonight, and she couldn’t believe it. as she went to type back a reply, marc came into the changing rooms and got all of the girls to line up in the tunnel before she could press send. 

lucy was sat in the stands, wearing a dark hoodie and joggers combo, making herself as unrecognisable as possible to crazy fans. she enjoyed watching the match, getting to see her old team mates play left her with a comforting feeling of nostalgia but her eyes were constantly drawn to a certain someone in red. ona was an incredible player, lucy had always known that, but getting to watch her knowing she was just as an incredible person as well made it all the more enjoyable. 

the game ended 2-1 to united and although a city fan at heart, the look of pure joy and rid of worry on onas face made the defender melt a little. she knew how nervous  she had been for this and to see her smile, even if it was from afar filled her with so much pride. she could see the girl in question looking around the stadium quite a bit, clearly looking for someone and the thought that it was her she was looking for made her just want to see her right this second. 

the defender made her way out of the stadium, sending ona a quick text to meet her outside. as she waited for her she was spotted by a few fans, signing autographs and taking photos which she knew would find their way to instagram in less than an hour. 

“lucy?” she heard a voice say as all of the fans had departed. 

when she turned around and was met with what was now her favourite smile, she couldn’t help but smile widely back “surprise.” 

ona took a few steps closer, throwing her arms around the brunettes neck as lucy melted into her embrace “i can’t believe you’re here.” 

“i knew how worried you were, and i wanted you to know you had someone there supporting you.” 

ona took a deep breath, inhaling the older woman’s scent and mumbled into her neck “thank you.” 

as the two pulled apart from their hug, still very much aware of the many football fans that could spot them at any moment lucy asked “i’ve got a few days off and was wondering if i could stay with you? no pressure or anything, i can go stay at my families if-“ 

the spaniard immediately cut her off with a grin “lucia, of course you’re staying with me. you don’t seriously think i could stay alone at my apartment knowing you’re here do you?” 

lucy reciprocated the grin, walking over to onas car and placing her bags into her back seat. as the two got into the car, ona in the drivers seat, she reached for lucy’s hand and intertwined their fingers “i appreciate you coming so much. knowing you were here made me feel so much more at ease and im so grateful.” 

lucy turned to look directly in her eyes, lifting her hand up to her lips and delicately placing small kisses across her knuckles “i wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” 

a blush made it’s way across the younger woman’s face and she couldn’t stop staring at the defender beside her with a huge smile, until lucy said something breaking her out of her trance “shall we get out of here? i don’t want to wait any longer to give you a proper hello” she winked. 

with that, ona drove out of the car park and headed to her apartment, lucy’s hand placed on her thigh the entire time. 

as they arrived, ona opened the door and the pair walked inside. lucy looked around, taking everything in and admiring the obvious amount of effort ona had put in to get this place looking as amazing as it did. 

“this place is so nice” she commented as ona busied herself with making two cups of tea for them both, feeling so content with having the older woman here in her apartment. 

with the smaller woman’s back turned, lucy took this as a perfect opportunity to slowly come up behind her and wrap her arms around her waist from behind. ona lay her head back onto her shoulder, smiling up at her as lucy began placing small kisses onto her cheek, cascading her hands up and down her waist. 

“i missed you” she whispered into her ear, causing a shiver down onas spine. 

the spaniard turned around in her arms, placing her hands on either sides of the defenders cheeks and leant in so she was just inches away from her lips “how much?” 

“i could show you, better than i could tell you” she responded, biting her lip and leaning in to close the gap between them.

their lips met in a hungry kiss, both of them deprived of the other and wanting to be impossibly close. ona wrapped her arms around lucy’s neck, pulling her in even further and playing with the baby hairs that had escaped her bun. 

lucy gripped her hips even tighter, pushing her backwards until her back hit the kitchen counter and lifting her up on it to stand between her legs. onas legs wrapped around lucy’s waist, and the older woman broke the kiss to leave little nips and kisses across her jawline and down her neck. the pair were interrupted by the sound of kettle finishing brewing and both let out a chuckle as lucy breathlessly said “told you i missed you.” 

ona let out a huff of a laugh, jumping down from the counter and pouring the tea into two mugs before adding “but i still missed you more.” 

she carried the mugs over to the sofa, placing them down onto the small table in front as lucy sat down beside her. she passed lucy the remote, encouraging her to find something she wanted to watch on tv and rested her head on her chest, her arm draping lazily across her abdomen “i’ve been thinking about this for so long, you know.” 

lucy smiled down at her, wrapping her arm across her shoulder and pulling her closer into her side as ona continued “ever since our date i haven’t stopped thinking about you. we’ve never had the chance to be like this yet either, just cuddled up on the sofa together.” 

lucy placed a kiss on the side of her head “well i don’t have to be back in barcelona until monday, and i plan on spending every single second with you.” 

as the pair finished drinking their tea, wrapped in each others arms with a soap opera on in the background, ona sat up from her position in lucy’s arms.

 “im just going to get changed, i’ll be right back” she smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to lucy’s lips. 

as ona went to change into some pyjamas, lucy took her own hoodie off, the heating in the younger woman’s apartment having heated her own body up and placed it down beside her, leaving her sitting in her black joggers and a man united shirt she had gotten earlier for the match. 

when the smaller woman returned, she stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of the english woman in red, her eyes widening. she stood in the doorway to the living room “a united shirt? i thought you were a city girl?” 

“thought i’d switch it up a little, just for today” lucy shrugged as she smirked at the spaniard before her.

she sat up, leaning forward from her position on the sofa and turned her back to ona so that she could see the back of the shirt where it indeed read ‘o.batlle 2.’ 

the younger woman’s jaw literally dropped as she eyed the shirt, looking lucy in the eyes with a huge smile as she turned back around to face her. she thought lucy was hot all the time, she’d always thought that which was now a known fact thanks to lucy staniforth, however, right now she couldn’t be more attracted to the woman sat on her sofa if she tried. 

she took a few big steps towards her, sitting down on her lap and straddling her hips. she looked down at lucy who was smirking up at her, before biting her lip and meeting her in a passionate kiss.

“you are literally everything” ona said between kisses.

-

lucy woke up that next morning to the sun peeping through the curtains, and the all too familiar feeling of the cold air of manchester hitting her body. she rubbed at her eyes, picking her phone up from the bedside table to check the time which read 9am. 

she looked beside her to see ona still sleeping peacefully, wrapped up in the cream white duvet and hair splayed across her pillow. she was wearing one of lucy’s pyjama tops which she had brought with her and some small black sleep shorts and although her face was turned away from the defender, lucy thought she was the most beautiful sight ever. 

she couldn’t help but smile to herself whilst staring at the spanish beauty beside her, overwhelmed with how amazing and naturally beautiful she was. placing her phone back down, she slowly wrapped her arm around her waist, taking up her favourite position as ‘big spoon’ and pulled the younger woman in so that her back was pressing against her front. she then began placing delicate kisses across the exposed skin of her shoulders and tracing her fingers along her abdomen. 

ona began to stir beneath her, letting out a content sigh as she felt lucy’s lips graze her skin. as she reached up to rub her own eyes, she turned around in the older woman’s embrace, sleepily smiling up at her in the process and snuggled deeper into her. she buried her face in the crook of lucy’s neck, placing lazy kisses on her collar bone as lucy wrapped her arms impossibly tighter around her. 

“good morning” lucy croaked out, her voice groggy from sleep “how did you sleep?” 

ona mumbled into her neck “good morning, lucia. better than usual actually.” 

lucy smirked to herself, running her fingers through the spaniards hair and tucking it behind her ears so that she could see her face clearer. she took a moment to just admire her, memorising every freckle on her face “you are insanely beautiful, you know.” 

ona opened her eyes properly, blinking a few times as her eyes adjusted to the morning light. she looked lucy in the eyes, the sweetest smile dancing across her lips and brought her own hand up to rest on the defenders cheek. her thumb began to stroke across the smooth skin there, tracing across the little features on her face “waking up with you is like a dream.” 

the two stayed staring at each other for a few minutes, with giddy smiles plastered across their faces and tangled up together under the sheets. 

“what’s the plan for today then?” lucy mumbled into her hairline. 

ona shrugged, her smile never faltering “anything you want.” 

after much discussion, the pair decided on going for a nice lunch together in the city and then treating themselves to a spot of retail therapy afterwards. 

they ate some breakfast, got themselves showered and changed and lucy waited in the living room as ona finished doing her hair. she felt so happy right now. coming here and spending her days off in manchester was just what she needed and spending time with ona was easily becoming one of her most favourite things. the defender couldn’t believe how easily they both had fallen into this situation, they’d known each other not long at all and yet were already all the other could think about. she knew her feelings for the younger woman were growing rapidly by the second, every minute she spent with her she could feel herself liking her more and more and for once she didn’t feel terrified. she felt excited, and couldn’t wait to see what was to come with this amazing girl who had been thrown into her life. 

lucy was broken out of her trance by the girl who consumed her every thought entering the room. she put on her coat, looking over at lucy with a smile, signalling she was ready to go and lucy happily obliged, standing up from the sofa and reaching a hand out. 

ona happily took the offered hand, pulling lucy towards her and leaning up on her tip toes to press a kiss to her lips “ready?” 

lucy nodded, squeezing her hand and heading out the door, never once letting go. 

as they got into the car and headed off to a sweet cafe that lucy had recommended, ona turned on the radio and it automatically connected to the spanish station she listened to every day. a relatively niche song came on, which the spaniard hummed along to but stopped in her tracks as she heard lucy singing it word for word beside her. 

she turned to look at her, a grin plastered across her face as lucy carried on singing quietly “you know this one?” 

lucy nodded, meeting her eyes and mirroring the grin “i told you im practically fluent now.” 

ona let out a huff of a laugh, peeling her eyes away from the road to look at lucy properly as they came to a red light “i never thought someone speaking my own language would be so attractive to me.” 

“gracias guapa” lucy winked, as ona nibbled on her bottom lip and pulled her in for a searing kiss. 

lucy melted into the kiss, both of them smiling into it and ona only managed to tear herself away as the light turned green. the older woman placed her hand on her knee for the rest of the journey, continuing to sing along to the spanish tunes. 

the pair enjoyed their lunch together, chatting non stop about anything and everything and neither being able to stop smiling throughout the whole ordeal. once they’d eaten their food, they headed into the trafford centre and began looking around the shops. ona dragged lucy into one of her favourite clothing stores, desperately grabbing at everything she wanted to try on and although lucy was much more of a shoe person she enjoyed nothing more than the excitable look on the girls face. 

the barcelona player mindlessly scrolled through her instagram as she sat outside the changing rooms on one of the stools whilst ona tried on the clothes she had picked out. her eyes only adverted from the screen as she heard her name being called from behind the curtain “lucy, i need your opinion on this.” 

lucy shut off her phone, standing from her seat and walked over to the curtain, stepping behind it and taking in the sight in front of her. 

“woah” was all she managed to splutter out as her eyes widened and her jaw hung low. 

ona was wearing a tight black top with an open back, revealing the many tattoos that were scattered there paired with matching leather black shorts and she looked nothing short of incredible. after about twenty seconds of simply just staring at her lucy realised she still hadn’t said anything and took to grabbing her waist. she slowly pushed ona back against the wall of the changing room, not being able to take her eyes off of her as the younger woman wrapped her arms around her neck and then had the audacity to ask her “you like it?” 

lucy let out a huff of a laugh, leaning in to her lips, mumbling against them “so fucking hot” before smashing their lips together. 

lucy literally could not get enough of her, everything the younger woman did made her weak at the knees and crave the feeling of her body against hers. she kissed her with even more passion, her hands coming up to stroke against her hips as she gently slipped her tongue into her mouth. 

ona let out a breathy moan, her own hands tangling into the defenders hair as she slid her firm thigh inbetween her legs and gave lucy something to grind her hips on. 

the older woman placed her hand on onas chin, tilting her head up and began placing desperate nips to her neck slowly sucking at the sweet spot that she had discovered last night as she rolled her hips into her. lucy’s hot breath against her skin was sending a shiver down onas spine. she was addicted to the older woman already, her smell, her taste, her touch, everything about her drove her crazy and so when they heard voices entering one of the changing rooms next to them she let out a grumbly noise and rolled her eyes once lucy had pulled away. 

lucy let out a small laugh at her frustration and whispered a small “later, i promise.” 

with her hands still placed on onas hips, she turned them around to face the mirror, her head resting on her shoulder from behind her. 

“i really like it by the way. if you couldn’t tell.” 

ona let out a giggle and smiled at lucy through the mirror infront of them. the defender placed a delicate kiss to her cheek before exiting the changing room and giving the spaniard some space to get changed again. ona couldn’t help the smile that made its way across her face as she traced her own, now swollen, bottom lip and thought of nothing else but the woman waiting for her behind the curtain. god, she really owed lucy staniforth everything, she thought to herself. 

the pair finished their shopping trip, opting to have a small dinner back at onas apartment since they were still relatively full from their big lunch. ona was scrolling through the tv channels, trying to find something to watch whilst lucy took a shower and was startled from her searching as the doorbell went. 

she furrowed her eyebrows, not expecting anyone to be coming around and tried to remember if she’d ordered any deliveries that were due. her confusion was soon dissipated as she opened the door and was face to face with her united teammates, ella and alessia. 

“hey, ona. we just came to drop these boots in for you that you left at training the other day” ella said, handing her her blue football boots. 

“oh, thank you. i completely forgot to pick them up” she responded, smiling at them both. 

“me and el are just about to go for some dinner and wondered if you wanted to join us? we’re only going down the road” alessia offered

ona thought for a moment, wondering how she could get herself out of this one “thank you for the offer less, but i-“ 

and with that, she was interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming from behind her. she turned around and was faced with lucy dressed in a tracksuit with a towel wrapped around her hair. she looked at lucy with wide eyes as the older woman stopped in her tracks, looking her lionesses team mates dead in the eye. 

“oh…hey guys” lucy greeted, a hint of awkwardness in her tone. 

“what are you doing here?” ella asked her, blatantly very confused at the unexpected cross over that was happening right in front of her eyes. 

lucy thought for a moment, coming to stand beside ona and not really knowing what to say “i had a few days off and wanted to watch the derby match and ona kindly said i could stay at her place.” 

“i didn’t know you two were close. didn’t you want to stay with demi or something luce?” alessia questioned, her eyebrows raising. 

lucy shrugged “well..no..i just- what’s it to you two anyway?” 

the two best friends sniggered at each other, finding the two women’s flushed faces and stuttering all too hilarious “oh, nothing. we just came to see if ona wanted to come for dinner with us but clearly she’s a bit busy.” 

the duo were now in fits of silent giggles as they wiggled their eyebrows at ona who had gone a very deep shade of red and was rubbing at her temple in attempts to feel less awkward. 

“right, well we best be off anyway. we’ll see you at training ona and see you at camp luce” alessia said pulling her best friend along with her who shouted a loud “have fun!” as the blonde dragged her away. 

the man united players could be heard giggling like children all the way to their car as ona shut the door behind them. she turned to look at lucy, nibbling on her bottom lip not knowing what her reaction would be “im sorry about them. i didn’t know they were dropping by.” 

“don’t be silly, it’s fine. i know what they’re like. i’ve known them long enough” lucy chuckled. 

“they’re going to tease us both like crazy now that they know about our ‘friendship’” ona said in air quotes as she came and sat beside lucy on the sofa. 

“our friendship huh” lucy smirked. 

ona suddenly became very shy, a small smile and crimson blush covering her face “well, i don’t know what you want to call this. it’s obviously way more than just a friendship to me” she said before swallowing deeply “i like you, a lot. like a lot a lot. i know it’s not been that long of knowing each other but it’s how i feel.” 

lucy took her hand into her own, intertwining their fingers and moving her position so that she was facing ona “i like you a lot a lot too.” 

they both smirked at each other before ona opened her mouth to speak “so we’re friends who like each other a lot then?” 

“for now, but i promise you there’s so much more to come” lucy smiled, placing a kiss to her knuckles. 

if lucy had it her way she would’ve asked ona to be her girlfriend there and then, but realistically it was still very early days. despite how much they both liked each other, she had not long come out of a seven year relationship and she liked and cared for ona so much that she wanted this to work. she wanted everything she did and said to be meaningful and to make her feel like she was the most special girl in the world, because that’s exactly what she deserved. they also had the world cup coming up very soon and with all focus being on that they most likely wouldn’t get to see one another for about three months. 

ona smiled at her, but stiffened a little as she asked lucy “does that mean you’re still open to seeing other people…?” the nervousness evident in her tone. 

“no” lucy immediately responded, shaking her head “my eyes, my head, my everything is only with you.” 

although she didn’t feel like she should put a label on anything just yet, lucy didn’t want to see or speak to anyone else. she was so certain of that, her heart was purely reserved for ona now. 

ona sighed a huge sigh of relief, relieved that she wasn’t interested in dating anyone else “thank god, me too.” 

-

the world cup came around fast. it was like in the blink of an eye the champions league final was over and everyone was back with their international team mates. lucy loved playing for her country, it gave her a buzz she couldn’t experience with any club and she knew she played her best football with the girls she’d grown up with her whole life. 

everything was going well for lucy at the moment, she was happy and everyone around her could see it. it was nice to see the woman, whom had a usually solemn expression grinning from ear to ear all the time and enjoying what would hopefully not be her last world cup. england were amazing throughout the whole tournament, they had made it to the final and despite having so much faith in all the girls around her, lucy couldn’t comprehend that she would be playing in a world cup final.

of course her happiness wasn’t just down to england’s success though, it was also due to the spaniard who she’d be playing against in the coming days. everything was going so well between them, they hadn’t seen each other since their weekend in manchester because of their completely hectic schedules and the world cup but that didn’t stop them from speaking at every available opportunity. lucy was constantly glued to her phone when the australian days turned into evenings and the first person to notice was none other than her close friend katie zelem. 

herself and katie had been roommates for the first half of the tournament, something lucy had been hugely grateful for as the pair had grown super close in the recent months. it had only taken katie to the night before england’s first match against haiti, where she’d noticed the defender completely ignoring her, to question who she was constantly talking to. 

“luce, im not being funny but you literally haven’t put your phone down all evening. don’t you want to chat?” 

“sorry, what was that?” she said, barely tearing her eyes away from the screen. 

katie rolled her eyes, a slight smirk tugging on her lips “who are you talking to?” 

“just a friend.” 

the manchester united player, not believing a word, lunged forward onto lucy’s bed and got a good enough glance to see who it was she was messaging before lucy instantly turned the phone away from her. 

“ona? no way!” katie squealed, relishing in the deep shade of red lucy had turned. 

the defender rolled her eyes “why’d you have to be so nosy for, can’t a girl have her secrets?” 

“erm shes my friend i’ll have you find, and i thought there was something weird going on with her recently. ella & less kept teasing her about something as well, god it all makes sense now!” 

lucy shook her head, a grin tugging on her lips at how excitable her team mate appeared to be upon hearing this information. 

“so, go on then tell me everything. you must be well excited about her joining barça.” 

that was another thing that had kept the smile on lucy’s face recently. it had come as a huge shock to her, she never really read about transfer rumours or contract renewals. she just left all of that stuff to the people it concerned, figuring she’d find out when or if she needed to. so, when ona had facetimed her the day before she headed to england camp and told her the news she was shocked, over the moon, and every emotion possible. 

they hadn’t had any time to celebrate it of course, but lucy was planning so many things to congratulate her after this was over. they had already spoken about taking a vacation together, celebrating onas return to barça and one of their world cup victories and they both absolutely could not wait. 

the three months they had spent apart had proved the absence makes the heart grow fonder theory. lucy had found herself swooning over every picture ona posted on her instagram and couldn’t help but send her cheeky text messages after every story upload. 

‘i swear you’re the most beautiful woman on the planet’ 

whenever her phone pinged, the spaniard would pray it was from lucy and when she read the sweet messages she would send her it made her heart full and crave the english woman’s presence.

‘nothing in comparison to you my love, i miss you so much’ 

‘as much as i love seeing them, the pictures you post just make me want you even more’ 

‘just a few more weeks, and i’ll be all yours’ 

‘all mine? i like the sound of that’ 

there was still no title on the relationship the two women shared, both of them keeping up the ‘friends that like each other a lot’ term. but they both wanted more, they both acted like they were together and ona even had lucy saved in her phone as ‘my love’ but neither would drop the girlfriend bomb until they were reunited in person and they had both silently agreed on this.

the night before the final, lucy hadn’t facetimed ona. not because she didn’t want to, but she wanted both of their full focus to be on tomorrow and pulling through for their own countries. it would be weird playing against her in such a major game but lucy was prepared to do anything she could to make sure england came out with the win. 

she was so ridiculously excited to see ona tomorrow as well, it had literally been over three months since they’d seen one another in the flesh and although it was under strange circumstances it didn’t dampen the excitement she felt one bit. 

she was going into the biggest game of her life tomorrow and she planned on giving it her all. a world cup was all she had ever wanted and the fact this dream could come true in less than twelve hours made her feel all kinds of feelings.

just as she was about to turn over for the night, about to get some much needed sleep she heard her phone buzz and checked to see it was from her favourite person. 

‘i know we’re not supposed to talk tonight but i couldn’t help myself sending you a good night text. get some rest and don’t stress too much about tomorrow, what will be will be and everyone will be so proud of you no matter what. i know how much this means to you lucia, and i’m so proud of you already. i can’t wait to see you, i don’t know how i’m going to resist you to be honest. good night my love, may the best team win ;)’ 

the next morning was filled with quick breakfasts and stretches before the england team bus departed to the final stadium in this tournament for the final game. lucy was sat beside jordan, someone whose constant chatter could easily distract her from the anxiety building up in the pit of her stomach. 

“excited to see your girl?” jordan asked her. 

lucy had told her best friend about ona from the very beginning, jordan had got wind of it from the wedding anyways but she was more than happy to tease lucy about it. 

“we’ve been through this, she’s not my girlfriend, but yes i am excited to see her. i’ve missed her a lot.” 

jordan scoffed “and don’t i know about it, you’ve been pining over her and talking about her since before we even got to australia.” 

lucy rolled her eyes at the dramatics “i have not.” 

“and don’t think i don’t see you sending her flirty messages all the time” jordan added, nudging her in the side. 

“well maybe you shouldn’t be snooping over my shoulder when i’m talking to someone then” lucy shook her head, secretly grateful for jordan’s teasing taking her mind off of what was about to be the biggest performance of her life. 

“im only messing with you, luce. i’m happy for you, it’s nice to see you like this. we’re still on for going away after this though, yeah?” 

the two best friends had planned a few days away in ibiza together after the tournament was over. ona, and a couple of the arsenal girls were coming along to before lucy & ona would go off and spend just a day or two alone in menorca. lucy was really looking forward to it and couldn’t wait to just relax and not have the stress of another game to win on her shoulders. 

“yeah, course. it’ll be a nice way to end this experience…after we win of course” lucy winked, going back to her music for the remainder of the short journey. 

when they arrived at the stadium, all of the girls were overwhelmed by just how many fans were already waiting outside. they hadn’t expected to have half as many lioness fans here as they did and they were so grateful to the amount of people who had traveled across the globe to come and support them. 

the girls walked out onto the pitch for their ritual pitch inspection and were surprised to see the spanish team entering the pitch shortly after them. lucy hadn’t expected to be faced with any of them until the beginning of the game and so she had to busy herself with talking to jordan before she let her nerves get the better of her. she wanted to see ona, of course she did, but the younger woman made her feel nervous and gave her huge amounts of butterflies that she hadn’t been prepared for until later on. 

as she was mid conversation, lucy felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist and as she turned around she was met with none other than her captain, alexia. 

“hola, lucia! it’s been too long.” 

lucy smiled at the barcelona captain, giving her a tight hug “i’ve missed you, how’ve you been? congratulations on making the final.” 

“congratulations to you too, it’s crazy isn’t it. i can’t believe we’ve made it to the final. it’ll be weird to play against you though, but go easy on us sì?” alexia smirked, giving her club team mate a nudge. 

“never. you know i’m in this to win it” lucy replied with a smirk, her eyes suddenly leaving the woman’s infront of her and focusing on a smaller woman slowly approaching behind alexia. 

she immediately knew who it was just from the smile that was etched onto her face. lucy had memorised every detail of onas face and so as she came to stand beside alexia, her eyes never leaving lucy’s, lucy’s smile instantly widened. 

“fancy seeing you here” was the first thing ona said, her smile never faltering. 

lucy couldn’t quite believe she was right in front of her now, she had spent so many months missing the spaniard and now she was just right here and she couldn’t even do any of the things she wanted. if they were in a different situation and not in the middle of a pitch surrounded by their team mates, she would’ve instantaneously wrapped her arms around her, embraced her in a tight hug and kissed her senseless. 

but she didn’t, instead she settled with a choked out “hi.” 

lucy mentally kicked herself, she was a typical flirt any other day of the week but after not seeing ona for so long and now having to act as though they were simply just mutual friends in front of everyone left her not knowing how to act at all. 

alexia clearly got wind of the crazy sexual tension in the air and let out a small cough before excusing herself “im just going to say hi to keira, i’ll see you both in a while.” 

as she turned and left, leaving both women standing there staring at each other, lucy opened here mouth to speak “im sorry, that was a shit welcome.”

ona giggled, raising her eyebrow “it’s okay, i didn’t know i made you so nervous.” 

lucy shook her head, looking down at her feet with a smirk on her face before mumbling “if all these people weren’t around i would’ve given you a better hello.” 

“i don’t think anyone’s going to be suspicious if you just give me a hug” ona replied, stepping closer to her and craving the feeling of lucy’s arms wrapped around her. 

the defender looked deep into her eyes, getting lost in the pretty pools of brown and reached to subtly intertwine their hands before pulling her into her chest. ona sighed at the contact, her arms coming up to wrap around lucy’s neck and instantly melting into her. lucy wrapped her own arms around her waist, resting her head on top of onas and  breathed in the scent of her shampoo that she had missed so much. 

“ive missed you so much” ona whispered into her neck, placing the tiniest and softest kiss there. 

lucy felt her body shiver at the feeling, desperately craving more “i’ve missed you more beautiful.” 

begrudgingly, they pulled away from each other, not wanting the hug to linger on too long that it made people suspicious. of course there was a handful of their team mates that were aware of the growing connection between the two but there was also the majority that had no idea. keira was one of them, and out of respect and with ona joining barça in the new season, lucy wanted to tell her herself when the time was right. 

“god, i can’t wait to kiss you later” lucy whispered just as they’d pulled away. 

ona let out a small chuckle, biting down on her own bottom lip “it’s all i can think about, having you all to myself.”

the pair continued their conversation, trying their hardest to concentrate on the game ahead and not get caught up in any more flirting. lucy took the time to go around and speak to all of her barcelona teammates, wishing them luck and having miniature catch ups before they all had to return inside. as sarina summoned her inside, she turned around to get one more look at ona, finding her to already be smiling widely after her before going in to get ready with the rest of the girls. 

~

lucy was feeling motivated as she stepped out onto the pitch, last out as always, never messing up her tradition. the crowd was full of energy and she took in the atmosphere as much as she could before the first whistle blew, this was it. this was the very moment she had dreamt of her whole life and she couldn’t mess this up. 

1-0 olga carmona scored in the 29th minute, and although frustrated lucy didn’t let it get to her. england still had time on their side and could equalise if they pushed on hard enough. 

penalty for spain, a completely unfair handball from keira made the referees decision to hand out a penalty. lucy desperately tried to argue it, never once leaving keira’s side but it was no use the decision had been made. she worried about how this would affect keira mentally, she had been there in the last world cup and watched the midfielder struggle with ridiculous amounts of hate once the tournament had ended and saw what a negative impact it had on her mental health. she tapped her shoulder mouthing ‘don’t worry’ before taking their positions. 

the crowd erupted when mary made the most impressive save that lucy and everyone in the stadium had ever seen. it filled the defender with a tiny bit more hope, but as the minutes ticked on and spain were still dominating with the ball she started to lose all faith. 

when the final whistle blew, signalling the end all lucy could do was collapse to the floor and attempt to drown out the loud cheers of the spanish players. she had given it her all, and yet it still wasn’t enough. this had been her biggest dream throughout her whole life and it had been snatched away from her just like that. she layed there with her face in the ground for what felt like forever, feeling the pats to her shoulder from her team mates but not having the physical or mental strength to even speak. 

she could hear the small cries of her teammates around her and as she looked up, she saw ona only two feet in front of her. she was looking down at her with a soft expression, one that showed she genuinely cared but all lucy could do was immediately stand up and walk off in the opposite direction. 

ona was hurt by the reaction, opening her mouth to call to her but immediately closing it again as lucy walked off into the distance. she understood the pain she was feeling but that didn’t make her feel any less shit about being ignored. she understood that lucy needed space right now, despite wanting to comfort her so she gathered the best thing to do right now was leave her for the time being and go and celebrate with her team. 

lucy felt terrible for how she had just acted, it wasn’t onas fault but right now she needed to be alone. she needed for no one to be around her whilst she collected her thoughts and so once the team huddle was over, she opted for heading straight back inside. 

“wait, luce” a familiar voice called out to her. 

she stopped in her tracks and turned to face keira, who had tear stains all down her cheeks. the ginger stepped towards her and wrapped her in a tight hug, which although lucy didn’t actively engage in it allowed it to happen. 

“don’t shut the world out okay, i know this will hurt you more than most but don’t go into yourself. let your loved ones try and make you feel better” she whispered into her ear. 

lucy looked at her with a confused expression, did she know about her and ona? she blinked a few times not even being able think about that right now, and whispered a tiny “thanks, kei.” 

although their relationship hadn’t worked out, keira was still lucy’s best friend. they had been through so much together and the midfielder still knew her better than most people. 

the broken hearted defender decided to take her advice and not completely shut away from everything, she put on one of the lioness puffer coats and made her way to the dug out. placing her head into her hands, she silently sobbed as she took in the days events. 

she was there for a good few moments alone, no one daring to go near her, knowing no words would ever be enough to make her feel better. until, she looked up once again and saw ona coming towards her, fiddling with her hands nervously. 

“i know you probably don’t want to speak to me and i get it, but please don’t run away from me” she said in a small voice, breaking lucy’s heart just that little bit more. 

ona had seen the whole interaction between lucy and keira, it made her feel all kinds of jealous, with the knowledge of the seven long years they had spent together and knowing that keira knew how to comfort lucy in a way that she was yet to discover. however, there was no way she was going to bring that up now, she was glad that lucy had been comforted in some way, even if it was from her ex girlfriend but that wasn’t important right now. 

“i can’t imagine what your feeling right now, so i won’t even try but i told you that no matter the outcome everyone would be so proud of you, and they are…i’m so proud of you.”

lucy looked up and met the younger woman’s eyes, her outline blurred by the tears filling her own eyes. ona bent down to kneel infront of her, stroking up and down her legs before lucy muttered out “it’s all my fault. i fucked it up for all of us.” 

ona shook her head “no, absolutely not. i won’t let you blame yourself for this. football is a team sport, sometimes you win together and unfortunately sometimes you lose together but this is not on you.” 

the defender shook her head as another fresh wave of tears escaped her eyes and silently cascaded down her cheek. it broke onas heart to see her this broken, so she wrapped her arms tightly around her neck and held her tighter than ever as lucy sobbed into her shoulder. 

they stayed like this for a long while, neither caring about the cameras constantly coming round to snap pictures of the moment. lucy pulled away for a moment and ona came up from her position kneeling infront of her to sit beside her. she took full advantage of lucy having her coat on her lap and intertwined their hands together underneath it, rubbing her knuckles with her thumb. 

lucy sighed, her sobs finally subsiding before she spoke “im sorry. i shouldn’t have acted that way and walked away from you i just couldn’t face the pain of talking about it.” 

ona shook her head “don’t apologise, i understand.” 

“go celebrate with your team, you deserve it you don’t want to miss out on that moment being sat here with me.” 

the spaniard gripped her hand impossibly tighter “im exactly where i want to be right now.” 

lucy met her with a genuine smile, wondering how she ever got this lucky to have someone like the woman beside her in her life “im so proud of you too by the way, you were amazing out there, you have been this whole tournament and you deserve this more than anyone.” 

ona reciprocated the smile, grateful that lucy seemed to be calming down a little now “gracias mi amor.” 

“i just can’t believe it’s all over now” lucy began “all these months of preparing, the years of build up just for it to all be finished with just like that. i don’t know what i’m supposed to focus my energy on now.” 

the spaniard decided to try and lighten the mood a little, and with a smirk said “me?” 

lucy let out a huff of a laugh, shaking her head but grateful for the way ona could instantly lift her mood. 

“im serious, it’s been a long few months without you, im going to need a lot of attention” she added on, her smirk never leaving her lips. 

“well there’s definitely something i can do about that, i mean you are a world cup champion after all you deserve only the best” lucy replied. 

the two stayed grinning at each other, unable to take their eyes off of one another and lucy was so grateful that ona was here to help her take her mind off of the pain. it would hurt for a while, she knew that and to have come so close will always be something that hurts her yet also brings her so much pride. she was so proud of this team and also so proud of the spaniard beside her and she would make sure she knew that, oh boy would would she make sure she knew that. 

-

the party after the final was something lucy was hugely grateful for. at first, the thought of celebrating englands loss was completely mind blowing to her, she was completely against the idea and couldn’t comprehend how anyone would enjoy that. however, after some convincing from jordan she agreed to attend and was pleasantly surprised on how much it lifted her mood. it took her a good few hours longer than everyone else to accept the result and also realise that second place was damn impressive. as a team, the lionesses had won the euros the previous year and now come second in a world cup and after a stern talking to from sarina, she realised how impressive this was and how proud she was to be a part of this team. 

the drinks were flowing and the entire team were on a high, which was a welcome contrast from the tears that were being shed earlier. a majority of the girls’ families were there too, including lucy’s which was another added bonus and after speaking to them for the majority of the night, she then found herself in the corner of the room with jordan. it wasn’t surprising, whenever the pair attended anything together they almost always ended up just chatting amongst themselves and with a lot of alcohol in their system they ended up having one of their classic drunk debriefs. 

“you’re okay now though luce, yeah?” 

lucy nodded “it’s what i’ve always wanted and it’s undoubtedly going to hurt for a while but like sarina said earlier, second place is still incredible. as a little girl, i never even imagined coming this far in my career so i’m pretty proud right now.” 

jordan smiled at her friend, happy that she wasn’t taking this loss as terribly as everyone had expected. she was proud of lucy and although she could talk about the tournament for days, she wanted to change the subject and talk about something a little more lighthearted. 

“so, i couldn’t help but notice a certain someone abandoning her own celebrations to look after you” jordan said, her eyebrows wiggling up and down. 

“jord, i felt terrible. i kept telling her to go be with the spanish girls but she wouldn’t leave my side” lucy explained, thinking back to her moment with ona in the dug out. 

“she obviously cares about you a lot, i’ve seen some of the pictures already and, you know i hate to be mushy but they’re incredibly sweet.” 

lucy sighed, a soft smile coming to her lips as she thought back “that’s just her though, she’s incredibly sweet.” 

jordan let a huge smirk wipe across her face as she nudged lucy in the side “has lucy bronze gone soft? i never thought id see the day!” 

“oh, shut up” she laughed rolling her eyes, and suddenly her tone became slightly more serious as she thought even more “i want to ask her to be my girlfriend.” 

lucy watched as jordan produced the widest grin she’d ever seen and began clapping her hands like an excitable school girl “finally! i think it’s long overdue if you ask me, but you should ask her when we go away. spains a romantic place and she’s from there so it’ll be pretty special.” 

lucy nodded, thinking of all the ways she could pull this off “im excited for you to finally meet her properly.” 

jordan had met ona at the wedding very briefly and also played against her a few times in the wsl but they’d never had a proper introductory meeting. she evidently made lucy so undeniably happy and so the small woman was excited to get to know her properly “im excited too, it’ll be good for us all. she’s stunning as well i don’t know how you managed it” she said with a wink. 

lucy rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips “you better not start hitting on her or there’ll be an issue” she said sternly, her phone suddenly getting a ping from a clearly very drunk ona. 

‘i hope you’re feeling better, i hate seeing you so upset it breaks my heart. ugh, im at the after party now and all i can think about is you. what have you done to me lucia roberta?!’ 

the defender chuckled at the message, her heart melting at the prospect of ona thinking about her just as much as she thought of her. 

‘you should be enjoying your party, champ! i’m feeling much better now, all thanks to you. you make me feel so many ways i can’t even explain it.’ 

ona came back to that message by sending a photo of herself at the party, her medal hanging proudly around her neck as she captioned it ‘meet me after the party, at my hotel?’ 

lucy could’ve drooled at the sight of that picture, the spaniard always looking too good. the after party’s for both teams had been held not even five minutes across the street from one another and so knowing that lucy was so near, yet so far made ona antsy.

‘my god, you look good. gold suits you.’

‘i’ve always preferred bronze.’ 

the older woman’s jaw literally dropped at that response, her whole body heating up at the effortless flirting that came so naturally to them. it was becoming more and more obvious how deprived and desperate for one another they were and although lucy wanted nothing more than to go and see her, she needed ona to enjoy this once in a lifetime celebration with her team. 

‘you’re making me need you so bad. i would love to come and see you, but i want you to enjoy this night with your team mates. i’ll come by tomorrow morning before our flight leaves, promise.’ 

it took a lot more messages and a lot of convincing to get ona to agree. she was very drunk, deservedly so, and very needy but finally came to the agreement if lucy kept her promise of seeing her tomorrow. 

the night went on for both the english and spanish teams way into the early hours of the morning, every player enjoying themselves just that little bit too much. 

lucy woke to the australian sun hitting her face for the last time and instantly craved a giant glass of ice cold water. she didn’t feel too rough, considering the 90 minute match she had played and alcohol she had consumed all in the last 24 hours. she would miss these mornings, she would miss the routine she had gotten herself into throughout these long weeks but she was also ready for a break. she needed some time to recharge after how mentally and physically demanding this tournament had been and so the only thing she could think about right now was getting off that plane and landing in spain for a well deserved holiday. 

the lionesses’ flight left in a few hours and so they would be heading to the airport in just over an hour, but lucy knew she had a promise to fulfill before that. ona had pleaded and pleaded with her to go and see her last night but lucy had stuck to her word and wanted the younger woman to enjoy her night with her team. however, there was no stopping her now though, she got herself ready and threw on a tracksuit heading towards the spanish team hotel. 

she prayed that none of the other players would see her, knowing she’d never get over the embarrassment of being summoned to what very much looked like a ‘booty call.’

she’d had ona send over her room number last night and so as she scanned along the corridors, she finally found the one she was looking for. taking a deep breath, she instantly knocked, she didn’t have much time at all until she had to be packed up and on the bus so she didn’t want to waste a minute. 

it took a few minutes for the door to creak open, and lucy was met with the sight of ona stood there in pyjamas, rubbing at her tired eyes. when she clocked that it was lucy standing infront of her, her lips curved up into a smile and in a sleepy voice she said “finally.” 

“you going to invite me in then, or what?” lucy asked with a smirk to which ona instantly mirrored as she opened the door wider.

as soon as she shut the door she turned around to see lucy stepping closer into her space, her hands came to rest on either side of onas hips as she whispered into her lips “i’ve missed you more than you can imagine.” 

onas eyes flickered shut as she felt lucy slowly push her back up against the door, having her so close again was such an overwhelming yet extremely welcome feeling and she needed more “lucy, please.”

“please what?” lucy smirked, placing a tiny kiss to the underside of her jaw as she watched her squirm against the hard wood door. 

“just kiss me or something.” 

lucy happily obliged to the demand, smashing their lips together for the first time in months and instantly melting into the contact. she kissed her with as much passion as she could, trying her best to convey how much she had missed her and also how proud she was of her just in a kiss.

ona slipped her tongue into lucy’s mouth, swallowing the deep moan that escaped and began tracing her hands across the strong abs that lined her stomach underneath her top. she allowed both of her hands to roam over the powerful bumps and still couldn’t get over how athletically fit lucy was. 

the older woman unattached herself from the spaniards lips, moving to press her mouth against her neck and placing little bites there which she soothed over with her tongue. 

“im so proud of you” she whispered into her neck as she continued peppering rough kisses “so, so proud….you were amazing….the worlds champion….spains champion…..my champion.” 

that was onas weak spot, whenever lucy referred to her as ‘hers.’ she was also so appreciative of the praise, knowing how hard lucy took the loss made it even more special that the english woman was genuinely so happy and proud of her. 

“your champion?” ona mumbled out. 

lucy nodded into her neck, whispering into her ear “all mine” before she nipped at her ear lobe. 

ona grinned, her head rolling back as she enjoyed the feeling of lucy now pressing her lips to the hollow of her throat. she removed one of her hands from lucy’s toned stomach and intertwined her fingers with hers, trying to pull her over to her double bed. lucy happily followed her lead, pulling the duvet covers over them both as she pressed ona back into the mattress, arms bracketing around her head and holding her weight so that she didn’t squash her. 

the smaller woman looked up at her with a look in her eye that screamed pure want and lust, so she took to kissing her deeply as she went about removing her shirt. she stared at the spaniard below her, taking in the beautiful sight of her bare chest and toned stomach, biting on her lip before she dived right in. 

“fuck, you’re beautiful” she mumbled as she massaged her right breast in her hand and took her left nipple into her mouth, swirling it with her tongue. the noises ona made beneath her was like music to her ears, unable to contain the grin on her face. 

“luce, i need you” she said breathlessly, from underneath her. 

lucy placed delicate kisses down the valley of her chest, whispering “you’ve got me, baby.” 

“no…like, i need you, right now” she tried again, removing lucy’s hand from off of her breast and placing it onto the top of her pyjama shorts. 

the older woman, understanding exactly what she meant grinned into her stomach as she worked her mouth lower and lower down her abdomen, closer to where she wanted her most “well…as i said, anything for you champ.” 

she placed a final kiss at the waist band of her shorts, before beginning to pull them down, ever so slowly. she dragged her hands down with them, tracing the woman’s inner thighs as she looked up to meet her eyes, grinning the entire time. as she flung the material somewhere in the midst of the room, she settled herself in between her thighs and began to pepper delicate kisses all the way up and around her thighs. 

ona was an absolute mess underneath her, her mind filled with everything lucy and she was so turned on it was practically painful. it was what lucy said next though, which made her want to scream. 

“are you sure you want to do this right now? i mean, this hallway is literally full of your team mates” she grinned, taking a nip at her strong thigh. 

the spaniard let out a groan, grabbing lucy’s hand and pulling her up and atop of her so that she was eye level with her and said in a breathy voice “lucia, i swear to god. it’s been three months i can’t wait any longer. everyone had their girlfriends and boyfriends with them last night, it’s my turn now.” 

lucy couldn’t help but feel her heart warm at onas slight slip up of subtly referring to her as her girlfriend, but she wasn’t going to tease her any more, she wasn’t that mean. she placed another passionate kiss to her lips, before kissing down her stomach again and eventually getting to where she needed to be. 

she placed her tongue flat against her before dragging it through her folds, as onas hands came to grip onto her head and tugging at her hair. the spaniard let out a loud breathy moan, one that her teammates could definitely hear through the thin walls of the hotel room but right now she couldn’t bring herself to care. 

her back arched off of the bed as lucy’s strong muscle came up to swirl around her sensitive nub, taking it into her mouth and sucking with intent. this only made ona tighten her grip in lucy’s hair, taking full control of where she wanted her to be and gently scratching at her scalp. 

“i…i need..” she began to cry out, but lucy knew exactly what she needed before she even had the chance to finish her sentence and so quickly plunged two fingers into her deep heat. the new sensation caused onas mouth to fall agape, and with lucy’s fingers now working in and out of her at a record pace, her mouth continuing its work on her swollen clit the younger woman knew she wouldn’t last long. 

and she was right, it wasn’t long at all before her stomach started to tighten and her thighs began to close around lucy’s head. her breathing quickened as she moaned out “luce…im gunna…” 

“let go my love, you’re a winner, you deserve this” lucy said as she thrust her fingers into her one more time and increased the pressure of her tongue. 

that was all ona needed to push her over the edge, her eyes screwed shut as stars erupted behind her closed eyelids and she bit down onto her own hand, desperately trying to quieten down the moans that were escaping her lips as she came. her chest heaved up and down as she rode out her high and when she let out a deep sigh lucy slowly removed her fingers and mouth, grazing a tiny kiss on her trembling thigh before coming up to lay beside her. 

lucy lay on her side, propping her head up with her elbow, facing the girl next to her with a smile on her face. as ona finally managed to open her eyes, she turned her head to face lucy and met her with a shy smile “that was incredible.” 

lucy smirked, pulling her into her arms under the duvet and cuddling up with her. ona placed a series of light kisses across her cheek before resting her head on her chest and tangling their legs together “im so happy to be back with you, in your arms.” 

“me too, beautiful. the bus will be heading to the airport soon though, so i can’t stay too much longer” lucy replied, cascading her arms up and down onas bare back. 

“don’t leave me” ona pouted, feeling so clingy to the older woman after being away from her for too long. 

lucy let out a little chuckle, loving the needy side to her “it’s not for long, just three days and we’ll be in ibiza together.” 

“it can’t come soon enough, im excited to meet some of your friends properly, and for you to meet my brother” ona said, playing with lucy’s fingers. 

lucy smiled down at her, looking deep into her eyes as she suddenly felt overwhelmed with a feeling that could only be described as love “i want to give you everything.” 

“lucia, you already do” she began, placing her hand on her face and stroking her cheek lovingly “there’s only one more thing i could possibly want from you but i know it’s to come” she finished with a slight smirk. 

lucy knew exactly what she was referring to and wanted that more than anything to. after her conversation with jordan the previous night, she had thought of how she was going to ask ona to be her girlfriend during their trip to spain and as she lay in bed last night she came up with what she thought was the perfect plan and couldn’t wait to put it to use. it wasn’t anything extremely extravagant, lucy never had been the over the top type but it was something meaningful nevertheless and all she could do now was wait for it all to unfold. 

-

stepping off of the plane and being hit with the familiarity of the spanish sun was just what lucy needed. she had spent a whole season playing in spain now, and the country had become like home for her, so returning after a long while in australia filled her with a sense of relief. 

she was so excited to be in ibiza for the short week that the world cup finalists had off before the beginning of the new season, and wanted to soak up as much time as she could with jordan before they had to separate for however long again. the aston villa player hadn’t played a single minute throughout the whole tournament, and it left the two best friends fearing her spot on the national team. jordan had always been a rock to lucy, a constant in her life no matter where she played in the world and the thought of not even being able to see her at england camp made the defender feel pretty shit. 

jordan was in high spirits though, immediately running around the villa they had rented out to decide what bedroom she wanted to claim. so far, it was just the two of them but they were shortly to be joined by jordan’s ex arsenal team mates katie and caitlin and also ona, her brother and his friend. it was an odd mix of people from an outsiders perspective, but lucy was familiar with katie and caitlin through all of the years jordan had known them and so had grown quite close to them.��

“bagsy this room!” jordan shouted, as lucy trailed in after her, somehow being the one left to drag all of the luggage in. 

“you’re such a child” lucy shook her head before she thought for a moment, “well, i suppose the least i can do is let you have first dibs. seeing as you’re practically the only single one.” 

lucy let out a laugh, jordan giving her the side eye “yeah alright, thanks for reminding me.” 

“when are caitlin and katie getting here?” lucy questioned. 

jordan checked the time on her phone “their flight gets in any time now. what about ona and her lot?” 

“she said she should be here just before lunch time, so a couple of hours i’d imagine.” 

the two busied themselves with unpacking as they waited for the others to arrive. jordan had without a doubt picked the best room, but lucy had had second choice and managed to secure the next best one with a sea view. as she looked out at the ocean, she felt a wave of excitement about ona being there soon and also the big question she was going to ask her during the trip. 

the whole situation between herself and the spaniard was so unexpected, and she never once imagined finding a connection with someone like she had with ona. it had come as the nicest surprise, she was so happy to have someone to feel excited to see, to cuddle with, to completely adore again. 

the arsenal team mates had since arrived and had done nothing but interrogate lucy about herself and ona since their arrival. 

“so, you’re dating the world cup champion i hear?” an irish accent asked her. 

lucy rolled her eyes with a grin, “god, news travels fast around here…nothings official as of right now, but yeah i am.”

it was caitlin’s turn to pipe up now “jordy filled us in on how you started talking and everything, it’s very sweet. it’s actually nice to see the fans going crazy over you two now and leaving our messy situation alone for a bit” she explained, nudging katie in the side. 

as soon as the photos of ona comforting lucy had been released, the fans had gone nothing short of wild. they were both popular players within their own countries and so seeing how intimate the interaction looked had sent many people spiralling. of course the speculation was made even worse through the fact that most fans were still under the impression that lucy and keira were still together, and lucy felt terrible seeing how many times keira had been tagged in the pictures. 

she was fairly certain that keira wouldn’t care, but she had wanted to tell her about her and ona in her own time, especially with her joining barça. the defender also worried about ona, not wanting the sudden increase in attention on her personal life to freak her out. lucy was used to it, she had dealt with prying eyes throughout her entire relationship with keira and had grown to just accept that people wanted the ins and outs of her life. however, with ona being that bit younger than her she wanted to protect her from it and made a promise to herself to always check in on her in that aspect. 

the lunch was beginning to be prepared, and the sound of the front door opening snapped lucy out of the day dream she had found herself in. the other three girls shared knowing smirks at each other as they watched their friend bolt inside and over to where the commotion of noise was coming from. 

when she made it into the hallway, lucy was met with her favourite pair of brown eyes and her lips immediately turned up into a smile. it didn’t matter how many times they reunited, every time felt even more special and she felt more excited to see her each time. 

when her eyes met lucy’s, ona immediately dropped her luggage, taking a few long strides until she was directly infront of lucy and jumped up into her arms. the sudden weight took lucy by surprise, but she caught her regardless, both hands gripping below her thighs as ona wrapped her arms around her neck and her legs around her waist. 

“missed you, again” lucy said with a grin, feeling like that was all they ever said to each other. she was so excited to have ona with her on a more permanent basis now that the world cup was over and they would now be playing for the same club. 

“hopefully that was the last time we’ll have to miss each other for a while” the spaniard replied, leaning her forehead against lucy’s before giving her a sweet kiss. 

lucy kissed her back, smiling into it before she remembered onas brother was standing right behind them and they hadn’t even been introduced yet. she quickly pulled them apart, gently placing ona back down to stand beside her before turning to welcome her brother, feeling slightly awkward at the interaction he’d just had to watch take place with his sister.

“im sorry, we haven’t even met properly yet” she began as she introduced herself “im lucy, it’s nice to meet you.” 

joan gave her a smirk, before responding “oh trust me, i’ve heard a lot about you. it’s nice to finally meet the girl my sister doesn’t shut up about.” 

lucy watched as ona turned a deep shade of red, nudging her brother in the side before muttering “cállate!”

the older woman laughed, grateful to have something to tease ona about later on as they all moved outside to greet one another and wait for the lunch to be finished. 

the day was going well. lucy couldn’t be happier and she was getting along with onas brother amazingly. as much as she had been looking forward to this break away so much, she had been slightly nervous to meet joan and his friend, daniel as she knew how close they were to ona and how protective they were of her. however, all of her fears had been put to rest as she spent pretty much the entire afternoon chatting with and getting to know them. 

jordan had practically kidnapped ona for the last couple of hours too, being so excited to meet her properly and talking her ear off. the spaniard was overjoyed by jordan’s reaction to her though, as like lucy she had been worried to meet her best friend incase she didn’t think she was good enough or something, but jordan had been nothing but a sweetheart. 

joan could see lucy watching his sister and jordan together, with a content smile on her face and it made his heart warm knowing how much she cared for her “she really, really likes you lucy.” 

lucy turned her attention away from the two women with wide eyes, and a toothy grin plastered across her face “and i really, really like her. she’s the most amazing girl i’ve ever met.” 

joan smiled at that, a glint of cheekiness in his eyes as he said “she’ll kill me if she knows i told you this but, she’s desperate to be your girlfriend she goes on about it all the time.” 

“trust me, it’s coming. i was planning on asking her this week actually, in menorca, but obviously keep that to yourself” lucy said with a chuckle. 

“don’t you worry, your secrets safe with me” he replied with a smirk, before both himself and daniel excused themselves to unpack their things. 

ona had noticed that lucy was finally unoccupied almost immediately and instantly made her way over. the defender looked up from her position laid out on the sun lounger as she noticed something blocking the sun light and her eyes fell on a bikini clad ona, sunglasses covering her eyes and smile resting on her lips. she could’ve drooled at the sight, but as she opened her mouth to speak the younger girl got there first. 

“i’ve been waiting to have your full attention” she said with a fake pout. 

“trust me, you’ve got my full attention” lucy replied, eyeing her up and down whilst biting on her bottom lip. 

ona smirked at the witty response “i hope my brothers not interrogating you too much.”

“nah, not at all it’s nice to get to know him properly he seems absolutely great” lucy assured before she added “now, c’mere you.” 

the spaniard didn’t hesitate for a moment before taking lucy’s outstretched hand and climbing onto the sun lounger with her, laying in between her legs with her head laid back on her chest. ona let out a content sigh as lucy wrapped her arms around her, resting her hands on her torso and placing delicate kisses across her shoulder. 

lucy started trailing kisses all the way up her neck and as she finally reached her ear she whispered “you look so good, baby.” 

“you like the bikini, sí?” ona replied, feeling her whole body turn a deep shade of red. 

“like it? i absolutely love it” lucy said, subtly sucking at the sweet spot behind her ear before mumbling “even if i do just want to rip it off you.” 

ona let out a small gasp, feeling her whole body shiver with desire and wanting nothing more than lucy’s hands all over her body right now. there was no way they could escape for a few minutes though without at least one person coming to find them, so the smaller woman thought of the next best thing. 

she reached down into the small bag that was placed underneath the lounger, out of the direct sunlight, and pulled out a bottle of tanning oil. she handed it to lucy expectedly, not saying a word but donning a wide grin. lucy looked at the bottle that had been placed in her hands and then at ona, slight confusion on her expression before the spaniard leant into her ear.

“we’re not going to be getting any alone time anytime soon…and i miss your touch, my love.” 

lucy smirked, recognition now plastered across her face as she nodded, popping open the lid. ona turned her back to her, her eyes closing shut and a content smile on her face. the englishwoman poured a generous amount of oil onto her hands, rubbing them together before placing them onto onas tattooed back. ona couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh as she melted into the contact, the way lucy massaged her back making her feel so light and warm. 

lucy’s strong hands continued their movements across her back, and ona could feel herself slipping into an almost sleep like state before she jumped at katie’s booming voice “lunch is ready guys!” 

“how was that for you miss?” lucy joked, leaning forward and resting her chin on her shoulder. 

“perfect, so so good. you’ve got talented hands, lucia” ona said with a smirk. 

lucy checked around them to see that everyone was occupied with plating up their food before she whispered into her ear “i’ll make you feel even better tonight…with my talented hands.” 

the spaniard nibbled on her lip, her mind flitting back to the last night the pair had spent together in her hotel room. lucy reached her hand around, placing her hand on her chin and tilting it so their lips could meet in a passionate kiss. 

ona kissed her deeply, letting out the quietest moan that sent lucy’s body into overdrive. they almost forget their surroundings, getting lost in each other before another shout, this time from jordan, broke them from their trance “oi, come have some lunch before you end up fucking on the sun loungers.” 

both girls turned a deep shade of crimson, ona unable to look her brother in the eye as they went over to get some food that katie had cooked. 

their time away as a group had been nothing short of incredible. everyone had gotten along so well and it was so nice to spend time together as friends, rather than footballers for once. the group had spent their time partying, lounging on the beach, watching movies outside together and it had been literally perfect. 

lucy and ona had spent the time completely lost in each other. the trip had been fantastic and had solidified their strong feelings for each other even more so than before, and they both could confidently say they were in love. the pair couldn’t be happier and as they now sat in a tapas restaurant in menorca, just the two of them lucy stared deeply into her eyes and couldn’t be more certain of asking the question that had been on her mind for so long. 

“what are you looking at me like that for, lucia?” ona shivered under her intense gaze. 

lucy let out a small chuckle, placing her fork down as she finished her food “i’ll just never get over how beautiful you are.” 

ona smiled, a genuine, happy smile. it didn’t matter how many times lucy told her that, it turned her into a human puddle everytime. meeting lucy had been everything she’d ever dreamt of and more. she’d always had a little crush on her, realistically who wouldn’t? but the defender had turned into her favourite person almost instantly, and she fell in love with her in every way possible. she’d dated many girls before, but not one of them even slightly compared to the woman sat in front of her, no one had ever treated her with as much care as lucy did and no one had ever made her feel so special. 

when they finished their food, lucy diverted them in the direction of the beach, hands intertwined as they came to sit on the sand. it mirrored their very first date perfectly, all those months ago in barcelona and they both turned to look at each other with content smiles on their faces. 

this was the moment, and lucy knew it. she reached for onas hands, holding them tightly in her own before she took a deep breath and began to speak. 

“you look beautiful tonight, you always do and i know i tell you all the time but im just so in awe of you all the time.” 

“you are the sweetest, mi amor” ona replied, placing a delicate kiss on her knuckles. 

“you’re probably wondering why we’re here at this time of night, especially considering we spend most of our days here at the beach” lucy began with a light chuckle, reaching into her pocket to hand ona a box. 

“i wanted to give you this.” 

ona looked down at the jewellery box, a wide smile dancing across her face “you’ve already treated me with so much, you didn’t have to get me anything. thank you, so much.” 

she slowly opened the red box, lifting up the top to reveal the most beautiful necklace. her hand instantly covered her mouth as she realised exactly what the piece of jewellery was, a cartier love necklace. she looked lucy deep in the eyes, her hand remaining over her slightly open mouth and pleaded for her body to stop shaking. 

lucy met her with a smile “you’ve been the most unexpected, yet best surprise to come into my life. i wasn’t looking for any sort of relationship whatsoever but when i first saw you properly at lucy’s wedding, i couldn’t get you out my head. your texts and facetimes were the best parts of my day, and now being with you is my favourite thing in the world.” 

she took a deep breath before continuing, “i can’t even put into words how i feel about you to be honest. you’re just incredible in every single way, stunning, funny, kind and i could literally go on forever. i’m so excited to spend more time with you and play together at barça, it makes my heart race at the idea of spending everyday with you and not having to say goodbye after just a couple of days.” 

ona had tears in her eyes now, willing for them not to fall as lucy lucy tightened her grip on her hand “i brought you to the beach because, it’s where we had our first date, it’s where i first kissed you and ultimately it’s where i realised just how much i was going to like you. but now, as i look out into the same ocean i did all those months ago…i’ve got a lot more feelings, a lot more memories with you and…so much love for you.” 

the spaniard couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down her face now as lucy brought her thumb up to wipe them away “so, i brought you this necklace to symbolise that love because if there’s one thing that im certain of in my life it’s that…i love you, so much and i would love nothing more than for you to be my girlfriend.” 

ona desperately wiped at her eyes so that she could look at lucy more clearly, before launching herself into her and forcing her to lay back in the sand. she hovered over her, placing her hand on her cheek and stroking her face before smashing their lips together, mumbling into them “sí! yes! in every language i’ll be your girlfriend. i’ve been waiting for this.” 

lucy smiled up at her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before ona spoke again “that was the most beautiful moment. no one has ever made me feel the way you do my love, i love you so much.” 

“te amo más.” 

[magics-neptunes-things]

One Love

Hi guys!

Another one for my babies, from some request I had here and here and here ♥

My request are still open, for player x reader or some player x player btw.

Enjoy!

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5

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Searching in her cupboard for long minutes, Lucy mechanically straightens herself when she Heath the front door of her apartment open and close delicately. This sound and the one of dog tails running to the kitchen to drink from a bowl of water announce the return of Ona and their two dogs that the Catalan took for a walk. Usually they go together, but Lucy having a media appointment this afternoon, Ona went alone.

Lucy just had time to come home and take a shower before the trio was back. And desperately looking for the t-shirt she thought she’d wear after her shower.

"Ona Batlle Pascual, where is my black Nike shirt?" Lucy asks from the bedroom.

"No sé!" (I don’t know)

An amused smile on her face, Ona’s eyes slip mechanically on this precise t-shirt, she’s currently wearing. She simply cannot resign herself to the urge to steal Lucy’s clothes. She has the impression that they are softer on her skin, the fact that they are taller gives her a strange feeling of comfort and security. And in addition they smell like Lucy. She has nothing but profit to wear them.

Her smile expands when she hears Lucy’s footsteps coming behind her, knowing full well that she will be caught. Passing her arms around her waist from behind, Lucy lays a kiss on her cheek.

"Liar"

The smile of the English is audible in her voice and Ona rests the bottle of water she had taken in the fridge. Turning in Lucy’s arms, she puts her two arms around her neck to better look at her.

"If you weren’t so small I could do the same, but I can’t" jokes Lucy mischievously to tease her.

And it works since Ona’s eyebrows immediately frown.

"I’m only seven centimeters shorter than you" Ona says, pressing her index finger on Lucy’s chest.

But Lucy continues to smile maliciously, determined to continue teasing her girlfriend.

"You’re so small I could take you with me in my jacket pocket"

"You are so mean."

Ona tries to get rid of Lucy’s embrace, turning again to have her back against her belly, but the latter’s two hands keep her firmly against her. Ona is obviously not angry for real and if she manages to retain laughter by biting her lip, she cannot prevent a smile from appearing on her lips. Realizing this, Lucy takes deposes a multitude of kisses all over her face.

"Let go of me!" laughs Ona. "Coco help!"

The little dog, busy washing himself, raises an interrogatory look on his mistress. He’s perfectly aware that when this word is pronounce by Ona, he’s supposed to rush towards her, barking. But it was Lucy who taught her this trick, thinking that it could protect Ona if something happened to her during a walk where she is not present. And that’s what really confuses Coco. He knows Lucy isn’t a danger for his human.

"Don’t even try with Narla, she’s admiring her new rocks" laughs Lucy, glancing at her dog.

"We really bever can’t count on anyone"

Lucy laughs again and lays a final kiss at the corners of Ona’s lips before releasing her delicately.

"By the way, we received some mail" announces the English shortly after.

"We?" repeat Ona, looking up at Lucy.

"Yep" simply replies Lucy with a big smile, handing an envelope to Ona.

The Spanish one quickly realizes that the color of the envelope is far from traditional. A soft smile appears when she sees "Lucy Bronze + Ona Batlle" on the address. Lucy has already opened the envelope so Ona has no trouble getting out the wedding invitation from her girlfriend’s cousin. She has already met several times the different members of Lucy’s family, at least those who matter for her. The invitation to the wedding is therefore for both of them and there is no doubt that they will have no difficulty in being a part of it, given the date chosen for the wedding.

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Returning to the region where she grew up is always weird for Lucy, who has the impression of traveling back in time. However, she appreciates the feeling a little more when Ona is by her side and since this realization, Lucy tries to make sure that her girlfriend is with her every time. Not to mention that her parents love her, she even suspects that they appreciate Ona more than their own daughter. But it amuses Lucy more than anything else.

The wedding arrived quickly, despite Ona’s many reminders that it was time for her to think about an outfit, Lucy had to find it urgently. She ended up going to the same store of Ona, making sure to coordinate their outfits.

Ona, which Lucy is actually observing a few meters away. Her long hair brought back in a hairstyle much more elaborate than her eternal bun, Ona is chatting and laughing with her brother’s son and daughter. These two also seem to have quickly fallen under Ona’s spell, as quickly as any other member of the Bronze family, including Lucy.

"Your girlfriend is a catch Luce"

Leaving the silhouette of her girlfriend’s eyes, Lucy reports them on one of her cousins. Born the same year as her, they are very close and Lucy remembers perfectly all the craps they both did when they were still children. He was always the one being caught.

"I know" Lucy simply smiled as she looked back at Ona.

They are at the aperitif in the gardens of the castle that her cousin and her husband rented for the occasion, guests enjoying the heat of the end of June, even for the north of England. Ona listens without flinching to her nephew telling her about his latest ride adventures, a bit embellished, while her niece tries to attract her attention by grabbing her hand.

"Will we be attending your wedding soon?" asks her cousin maliciously.

"I don’t really know" ended up answering Lucy with a shrug. "Maybe"

"Hey, if you don’t propose to her soon, I will"

"What?"

But Lucy barely has time to turn in the direction of her cousin that he’s already moving quickly towards Ona and the trio she forms with her nephew and niece. Knowing full well that her cousin is capable of anything and doesn’t wish that Ona uncomfortable, Lucy hurries to follow him. (There might be a slight hint of jealousy too)

Ona doesn’t seem surprised to see that the hand on her shoulder belongs to a cousin of Lucy whom she doesn’t really know, probably accustomed to this kind of physical behavior by her Spanish origins. But Lucy doesn’t hesitate to pass a possessive hand in the back of her girlfriend, who melts to her contact after having cast a glance and a smile in her direction.

Finally her cousin keeps a superficial conversation, talking about the weather then questioning Ona about her native country for a future trip. A few moments later, the guests slowly go inside for the meal but Lucy deliberately hangs around to offer herself a few moments alone with Ona. Which she has hardly had since they arrived in England.

"Is everything okay?" asked Ona with curiosity.

"Yes. I just wanted the opportunity to have you for myself just a few minutes"

The confession makes Ona smile tenderly. She doesn’t hesitate to pass her arms around Lucy to cuddle herself against her.

"I love weddings. But I had no idea it would be at a wedding that we would actually get to know each other. Since then, I love them even more" whispers softly Ona after a few seconds of silence.

With a smile on her face, Lucy kisses her hair. The sun going down gives golden lights in Ona’s hair and when she looks up at her, the color of her eyes takes her breath away.

"Sometimes I think we lost a lot of time. We had known each other for years without really knowing each other. You were friends with most of mine and I literally lived in the city where you grew up" Lucy sighs.

"I don't agree. I think we met at the right time and life made it easier for us, creating links between us before we it got us together."

What’s the answer to that? Ona seems so sure of what she’s saying that Lucy doesn’t even try to contradict her, especially since she thinks that the Spanish is probably right. They are interlinked. So, far from enjoying surges of affection in public, Lucy gently draws Ona’s face towards her to kiss her tenderly.

"I love you so much" Lucy confess, looking at here eyes.

"I love you too" smile Ona, before adding with a slight smile "Without wanting to break the moment, can we take a picture?"

Lucy laughs and rolls her eyes, releasing Ona’s waist to grab her phone. Since the beginning of their relationship, Ona asks to immortalize each of their moment. And if at first Lucy teased Ona a lot about it, she must admit that it offers them a rather impressive photo album. That she finds herself cherishing every time they are separated because of their respective national teams.

After taking several shots in the sunset, the two lovers eventually join the rest of the party inside. Some people still standing, they have no trouble mingling with the crowd and sitting in their assigned seats.

Ona is surprised to see that Lucy leans on the back of her chair, but this surprise proximity is finally far from bothering her.

"You smell so good" whispers Lucy in Ona’s ear, completely ignoring the discussions around them.

Ona shivers as she feels Lucy’s lips settle in the hollow of her neck for a light but quick kiss. Their eyes cross and Ona does not need to say anything so that Lucy’s eyes start to sparkle with malice. Their entries arrive shortly after but Lucy does not take her hand from Ona’s leg.

Ona is surprised to see that Lucy leans on the back of her chair, but this surprise proximity is finally far from bothering her.

"You smell so good" whispers Lucy in Ona’s ear, completely ignoring the discussions around them.

Ona shivers as she feels Lucy’s lips settle in the hollow of her neck for a light but quick kiss. Their eyes cross and Ona does not need to say anything so that Lucy’s eyes start to sparkle with malice. Their entries arrive shortly after but Lucy does not take her hand from Ona’s leg.

After that they managed to mingle in the conversations a little more than until now. But always with physical contact with each other. When the meal is over and it’s time to go dancing, Lucy cannot resist long when Ona begs her to give her a dance. Even if the term "a dance" may not be appropriate given the number of pieces of music on which they sway.

When the music changes to become slower, Lucy does not hesitate to put her two hands around her girlfriend’s waist to draw her against her. Passing her arms around Lucy’s neck, Ona takes advantage of the position to bury her face in the hollow of her neck. Mixed with other couples, the attention of others is not more focused on them than on others for once and it is particularly pleasant for them to have this freedom to act.

"Un beso?" whispers Ona after slightly peeling away from Lucy.

With a small smile but without being asked, Lucy puts a kiss on the lips of the Spanish. Their respective smiles prevent them from deepening the kiss, but since children are present in the room, it is probably better like that. Moreover, when the song ends and a music with vaguely Spanish rhythms sounds, Lucy’s nephew magically appears next to Ona, pulling her sleeve to attract her attention.

"Will you dance with me Ona please?"

"If you don’t mind" smiled mischievously Ona to Lucy, gently getting away from her.

"Only for him then"

Ona winks at her and doesn't hesitate to take the boy in her arms and start twirling with him on the dance floor. Relegated to the bar, Lucy can't help but admire Ona and feel her heart warm when seeing the scene. The English woman has always want to have her own family, but with her sporting career it has always been something complicated to imagine and set up. Especially since she was mostly in a relationship with another athlete.

This time it doesn't differ since Ona plays at the same position as her, but seeing her interact with her nephew and niece, Lucy cannot help but imagine what it would be like to have a child with Ona. And she really likes the idea, even though they never really talked about babies together. Ona seems perfectly happy with their two dogs, which already requires a lot of attention, it’s true. They're lucky that Keira or Ona’s parents always agree to keep them when they are not in Barcelona for a few days.

"These heart eyes become tiring"

Lucy doesn’t need to take her eyes off Ona to know that it's no one but her older brother who appears to tease her. It's surprising that he didn't come before, in Lucy's opinion.

"Just because nobody looks at you like that doesn’t mean you have to be jealous" Lucy replies maliciously.

Jorge, knowing that it’s fair, laughs and leans on the bar alongside his sister.

"She’s good for you" ended up saying Jorge, a little more serious than before. "I’ve never seen you so smiling, happy and relaxed. Even before"

"You can say her name you know, it’s not Lord Voldemort"

Jorge rolls his eyes with an amused smile but adds nothing. Lucy doesn’t say anything either, but her brother’s words add things to think about. Of course the break up with Keira was hard for Lucy to swallow, despite the many arguments that punctuated their lives at the end. But it is also true that since Ona made her appearance in her life, it's as if everything finally took a meaning.

"Send me the video please" Lucy mumbles to her brother, noticing that he's filming her son dancing with Ona.

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After a few dances for Ona and scenarios imagined for Lucy, the latter believes that she has lent her girlfriend enough to her nephew and decides to go and pick her up on the dance floor. Despite the sulky pout of her nephew, whose hair she gently ruffles before he returns to play with the children of her age, Lucy grabs Ona’s hand to take her with her.

"I thought you’d be thirsty" made Lucy putting a drink in Ona’s other hand

"Thank you. Where are we going?"

"Outside, the heat makes turn my head a little" confesses Lucy

"That, or the two drinks you drank in twenty minutes?" smiles mischievously Ona

"Oh, but I didn’t know I was being watched?"

"Always. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you"

Lucy smiles softly and releases Ona’s hand to open the door and let Ona go before her. The night has fallen for quite some time now and the moon is lighting up the park. The music is still audible but muted, now that Lucy has closed the door behind them.

Sitting softly on a small wall, Ona looks tenderly at her girlfriend coming to lean against her legs.

"Are you okay?" asked Ona in an uncertain tone. "You looked thoughtful earlier"

Lucy recognizes this intonation. At the beginning of their relationship, Ona had a tendency to imagine that Lucy would quickly become uninterested in her, the various comments visible on social media rising a little to her head. This is the first time that Ona is facing this, her relationships having been perfectly hidden until now. She knew that comforting Lucy the way she did after the World Cup final would attract curiosity. But at the time, she felt her girlfriend’s well-being was more important than the rest.

And obviously this was exacerbated when she started playing in Barcelona with her.

After many long discussions, the two young women decided not to think about how to act with each other, while being careful not to be too demonstrative physically with each other. Lucy had thought at the time that it would be harder for Ona than for her, but it quickly turned out that it was the opposite. It's finally always Lucy who finds herself looking for Ona at the end of a football match and following her when she greets their opponents.

Ona knows a lot of them and since the only time she wasn’t with her an opponent started touching Ona in a way that caused a wave of jealousy unprecedented for Lucy, the Englishwoman has since decided to make sure the other players don’t forget that Ona is taken and that she is hers. It’s no longer a secret in the world of women’s football anyway.

"I was a little lost in my thoughts, it’s true" Lucy confesses, deciding that there is no point in hiding the truth from Ona.

But the young woman is quick to imagine that it's necessarily negative. Her mind quickly trying to remembers the last moments of the evening, from when she left Lucy’s arms on the dance floor, looking for what she could do to make Lucy uncomfortable.

"Hey now, turn that brain off please" Lucy gently taps into Ona’s temple. "It’s nothing bad. I mean, I think"

"That's help a lot, thank you very much mi Amor" mocks Ona while arching an eyebrow.

Lucy laughs and leans over her to put a kiss on the corner of her jaw, before resuming speech.

"It’s something we’ve never really talked about" Lucy says, looking closely at her girlfriend’s face. "And I know that’s not the case for a lot of people in our situation so don’t feel any pressure on the subject I’m going to talk about, okay?"

"Okay?" repeats Ona, a little lost.

"I was thinking about the future we could have together. Being at a wedding definitely gives people ideas, I think, and seeing you with Al and the way you behave with him and his sister… I also wondered how we could have kids too, if you want to. As I said earlier, it’s special when both people are women and even more so when they live sports like us, but… I really wanted to know if you had ever thought about this kind of thing?"

Lucy’s nervousness is palpable in the tone of her voice, but also by her hands that suddenly became a little shaky. She's aware that she's older than Ona and even if the Catalan woman teases her sometimes with this, it had never bothered her. However, she fears tonight that the age difference plays a lot in the response of her girlfriend.

"I always knew I wanted to get married or have children, but to be completely honest with you I never imagined myself in this role, I don’t know if you understand the difference" begins Ona, Lucy nodding, already somewhat defeatist in spite of herself. "But since we met… I’m trying to stop imagining us in that role because it hasn’t been that long since we’ve been together and we’re supposed to take our time, but… I think I’d really like that with you" says shyly Ona. "The wedding thing and kids"

A big smile is on Lucy’s face when Ona finishes talking, mixing joy and relief. Simply not resisting the urge to kiss her girlfriend, Lucy leans over her to put her lips on hers. A tender but quick kiss that makes Ona moan when Lucy steps back.

"Don’t be a tease" Ona whines

"I’m not" Lucy laughs softly, kissing her cheek several times before adding "I keep the others for when we get back to the hotel room"

"Okay, vamos!" exclaims Ona as she jumps from the low wall, grabbing Lucy’s hand to drag her towards their car.

Despite her protests mixed with her laughter, Lucy lets herself be dragged in the direction of the car they rented during their stay here. Having quickly readmitted to driving on the right and not on the left as in England, Lucy quickly decided to play the role of the driver. And Ona take back with pleasure her role of passenger princess.

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A few hours later, Lucy and Ona did find their hotel room. And Ona finally got her fair share of kisses. But, the mind obsessed with the conversation she had with Lucy a few hours earlier, the Catalan has trouble finding sleep. She left her usual place in Lucy’s arms to lie down beside her, her head resting on her hand and her elbow on the mattress. It's rare for the brunette to be able to observe Lucy sleeping, the English woman usually needing more time to fall asleep and waking up almost every day before Ona.

The fullback must take on her not to cover her with kisses and take the risk of waking her. Instead, Ona delicately chases away a lock of hair falling on Lucy’s face. But when Lucy moves in her sleep, the young woman decides to get up from the bed so as not to bother her any longer. Picking a jogging bottom and a sweatshirt belonging to Lucy, Ona sneaks discreetly through the door to get to the vending machine located in the corridor. Now that her body seems to have digested the alcohol she drank, she suddenly needs sugar.

Her bottle of soda in her hand, Ona stands in front of the window at the end of the corridor, once again lost in her thoughts. Lucy and her haven't exactly discussed the different possibilities available to them to start their own family and this is what is currently in Ona's mind. It's true that when Lucy mentioned children, Ona immediately imagined herself with miniature Lucy running after their dogs. But there is also adoption that could come into play.

Realizing that fatigue finally seems to take possession of her body when she rubs her eyes with one hand, Ona decides to return to their hotel room.

Turning around, Ona finds herself with her face a few centimeters from the one of someone else and it's only thanks to a hand crashing on her mouth that the entire floor isn't awakened by a scream of terror.

Finally, it's only Lucy. But when she releases Ona, the Spanish carries her hand at the level of her heart.

"Madre mia Lucia estás loca de remate?!" (My god Lucia, are you crazy?)

Ona whispers-screams, leaning her hands on her knees to catch her breath.

"I’m the one who wakes up without my girlfriend in my bed and in my room and you’re the one who’s terrified?" groans Lucy

She was really afraid when she noticed Ona’s absence and this explains that it takes her a few seconds before empathy takes over the fear she had a few minutes ago.

"Come on, let's go."

Without waiting for Ona’s response, Lucy puts her arms around the Spanish’s waist and gently lifts her off the floor, making Ona laugh softly.

"I just didn’t want to wake you, I couldn’t sleep" Ona mutters as she puts her arms around Lucy’s neck.

"You should have woken me up"

Ona shrugs her shoulders and lets herself lay on the bed, Lucy closing the door of the room with her foot before dropping herself to her side on the mattress.

"I didn’t want to bother you" shrugs Ona.

Lucy growls for any answer, slipping under the sheets and authoritatively drawing Ona with her. Caught in a pincer between Lucy’s arms, Ona lies down against her and moaned with contentment when the English girl began to scratch her head and hair.

"That’s nice" mumbles Ona

The Englishwoman smiles softly as she feels Ona’s body relax against hers, her heart rate finally returning to the normal.

"You want to tell me what was keeping you up?" asks Lucy softly

"I was thinking about tonight"

"Mh, what part?"

Ona laughs as she hears Lucy’s playful tone, turning her head over on her chest so she can look at her.

"Even if this part was very nice, I was thinking about the discussion we had, about the children and all that"

"Do you want to elaborate?" asks Lucy again, regaining her seriousness

"The children’s part. I was wondering if you saw us adopt or if you thought one of them would be pregnant"

Wrapping a strand of Ona’s hair around her finger, Lucy thinks for a few seconds about the answer to give her.

"I hadn’t really thought about adoption. I know it won’t be tomorrow, but I thought I could carry the baby first. If you agree, of course."

"But… what about your career?" asks Ona, frowning.

"You know as well as I do that my knee won’t last another ten years, Love. I know if I stop for a year I probably won’t come back as good as I was before, but is there a better way to end my career than to have a baby?"

It’s true that between that or getting her ACL, you might as well choose the first option, thinks Ona.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" asks Ona

"Yes. What about you?"

"More than ever" Ona replies with a small smile, unable to hold back a yawn.

Slipping her hand into her girlfriend’s hair, Lucy smiles softly.

"On the other hand, if we want more than one, I want at least one that looks like you. It would be terrible not to make such perfect genes last."

"Go back to sleep, you don't think straight anymore" laughs Ona, giving her a little playful pat on the forehead.

"Not before you, you disappear otherwise. And I have to look for you everywhere wondering if you were kidnapped" Lucy sulks.

Ona rolls her eyes smiling, going up on Lucy to put her face in the hollow of her neck.

"Sorry"

To support her apology, Ona lays a kiss on Lucy’s jaw before returning to her original position and finally closing her eyes. Sleep will not delay this time to take away the young woman, then Lucy when she will be assured that Ona has fallen asleep.

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Please let me know what you think about this one please? ♥

[onathinker]

don't turn away, i'm still awake

She didn’t have enough hands to do it right. She needed Lucy’s weight pressing her into the mattress, her mouth, her fingers, her rough palms and soft eyes raking all over her body. “Need you,” she muttered, hips rolling into empty air as Lucy watched her closely through the screen. “I can’t…” “Can’t come without me?” She snickered. Ona scrunched her nose in irritation. or; tipsy and reeling from a game-winning high, ona facetimes her girlfriend

word count: 3.2k | explicit 🔞

tags: smut, fluff, phone sex, mutual masturbation, praise kink, finger sucking, mention of strap sucking, mention of choking (⚠️)

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[br7ght]

In the Cards (part 1) lucy bronze x ona batlle x alexia putellas x jenni hermoso x reader

Resolutions and Revelations

summary: You wanted nothing more than to go home with your girlfriends after being teased all day, yet when you finally get there it turns out your girlfriends have set up a little game for you, with a few other guests.

warnings: mainly orgy build-up, lots of teasing, fighting for dominance, fingering, edging, praise, voyeurism, a lot of power dynamics

pairing: lucy bronze x ona batlle x alexia putellas x jenni hermoso x reader

thank you for meeting me and @occasionallyaurora at midnight, this is your reward! there will be an explanation coming shortly, but for now just enjoy the ride

It was the end of the year, and you had to admit, your football team had absolutely smashed it. FC Barcelona had ended the first half of the season untouched and on top of the world. Everyone had their eyes on you and your teammates. There was nothing but celebrations to be had as the final team training session of the year was now finished. Now, the entire team was enjoying a meal; talking and laughing with drinks in hand. One of the rare times you could all come together and relax, enjoying time as friends rather than colleagues.

You were sat between Jenni and Alexia; your girlfriend’s possessive over you even when it didn’t necessarily require it. Jenni’s hand settling on your thigh, her thumb inconsistently stroking in gentle circles. Alexia’s hand, rather, was still in your space bubble, but on top of the table so that you could toy with her fingers; your common calming gesture. The three of you weren’t the only couple, Marta and Caro down at the other end of the table, both animatedly discussing something with Paredes and Panos. Mapi and Ingrid are to your right, Aitana looking a lot like their child as the three of them share bites from their plates. Finally, across from you, Ona is stroking Lucy’s fingers in a similar manner as you’re doing to Alexia. The pair softly talking, almost in their own world.

Everyone had dressed up too, the occasion had warranted it according to Alexia. She had told you as such while pressing gentle kisses to your shoulders as she helped you dress for the dinner. Jenni had quietly nodded along from the chair in your shared bedroom. Her white silk shirt unbuttoned just enough, while Alexia had gone almost over the top in a slinky, skin tight, black dress.

“You do not outdress the captain,” she had huffed out when asked. The team had backed off after that. You loved it when your girlfriends dressed up. Ever since they had both appeared in the bedroom to distract you, your arousal had been building. It hadn’t helped that at dinner, Jenni would occasionally dig her fingers into your bare thigh and each time it had happened you felt the feeling grow. It was now to the point that her teasing had become moan inducing; you desperately wanted Jenni to just take you on the table, even with all your teammates watching.

“Here’s to an incredible first half of the season, and some resolutions (wishes?) for the second half.” Alexia raises her full champagne flute, looking down the table at everyone. “To the rest of the season, may it be filled with championships,” she finishes as the team drinks. However, you notice the sneaky smirks that had been shared between your girlfriend and Lucy, who sat across from her. Your brows briefly furrow, but quickly the confusion dissipates as you join the team in another toast.

“Let’s keep it up guys. We’re on top of the table, just as we should be,” Lucy smirks, though this one is directed at you. Her gaze causing a blush to creep up on your cheeks, feeling as though she could see straight through your dirty mind when your thighs had squeezed together. Both Jenni and Alexia had caught your reaction - Jenni’s hand getting caught in between your thighs - their shared smirks easily felt by you even though they were already rejoining the group's conversation. Your own personal resolution had officially been accomplished; let them know that while you were enjoying the team’s celebration, you were definitely ready for them to take you home. It was to the point that even Lucy was adding to your arousal, and those feelings hadn’t surfaced since you were both playing in Manchester. It was all just too much.

You tug ever so gently at Alexia’s fingers and drag a manicured nail around her palm, trying to signal to one of your girlfriend’s that you’re ready to leave. It takes a well timed puppy dog pout in Jenni’s direction before they both share an understanding look. Announcing shortly thereafter that the three of you were heading home. You breathe out a quiet sigh of relief, but you also didn’t know what was coming. You didn’t know it would be quite a while before you would receive what you wanted.

The journey home wasn’t long, rather it felt long, Alexia cradles you in the back seat as Jenni drives. The blonde’s fingers traced patterns on your thighs while her lips attached themselves to your neck. Your breath hitched in your throat, small gasps leaving your mouth at every touch. Every so often, Jenni would peek back at you both through the mirror; you’d catch her gaze and her smirk as you grew desperate.

“Our guests should be here soon, Ale. You better go and get everything set,” Jenni says when you arrive home. She’s the first out of the car, offering you a hand and a devilish grin, and conveniently not addressing your obvious confusion.

“Make sure what’s set?” You ask, trailing behind them both. Jenni’s hand is still holding yours. “Ale, Jen, what guests?”

Alexia’s already moving furniture when you find her and Jenni in the living room. You had dropped Jenni’s hand in favor of removing your heels. The large wooden coffee table had been moved into the middle of the room, nestled between several couches and the favorite reading chair you all fought over.

“You’ll have to wait and see princesà,” Jenni teases lightly, her thumb trailing from your cheek to lower lip, gently tracing it as you pout. You’ve sat yourself on one of the sofas, frown deepening from not understanding why your girlfriends weren't currently stripping you bare and handing you what you wanted. Rather they were now working around you, Jenni had pulled a few bottles of wine from the kitchen’s rack and five glasses, setting all of it on the table. Alexia searches the drawers of the table in front of you until she finds what she’s looking for… a pack of playing cards.

Alexia and Jenni weren’t giving anything away even with your pleads and attempts to piece everything together. The playing cards Alexia had pulled from the table sat beside the glasses, you peeked over at them. Clearly, they weren’t a typical 52-card pack; instead the top card is neatly inscribed in Alexia’s handwriting. You reach for the deck, intrigued by your girlfriend's handwriting. The blonde smacks your hand away just before you reach them. She places a gentle kiss on your hand as an apology.

“No, no, wait for our guests, amor,” Alexia quickly goes back to teasing you, but your eyes are still fixed on the game, squinting trying to make out the words on the top card. “It won’t be much longer.”

Then comes the knock, you startle a little, the anticipation building now. Jenni’s the first to the door, her hips moving in a gentle sway and drawing the attention of you and Alexia.

“Hello, gorgeous.” Your head whipped around - the voice easily recognizable - heart jumping into your throat. Lucy waltzes into the room, the suit she had on at dinner now without its jacket. The small cropped top she had on under the jacket in full view, and the chequered trousers hugged her thighs so tightly that you swore you could see her muscle definition through the material. Ona followed Lucy, the girl looking equally as confused upon seeing the set up for the evening.

“So, a glass of wine before we play the game?” Lucy questions as she and Ona make themselves comfortable on the couch across from you. “Or while we play the game?” Lucy and your girlfriends all share a knowing look, while you and Ona share confused faces, watching them. Alexia takes her seat next to you, settling for only a moment before she taps your knee closest to her. It was her signal for you to lay your legs on top, allowing her access to touch, stroke, and grip your thighs as she pleased. With Lucy and Ona cuddled up on the other couch, Jenni places herself in the armchair near the head of the table. The chair is close enough to the couch that Jenni can still reach Alexia, but the positioning would still make her the most dominant in the room.

“What is going on? What game are we playing?” You’ve finally mustered up the courage to ask. The small outburst met with a smirk from Lucy, Jenni, and Alexia. Decidedly, you ignore Lucy for the time being, mumbling a quiet apology to Alexia before you meet her gaze. The blonde had been drawing circles on your thigh since she had sat down. Her gaze unashamedly jumps between your face and chest - that was barely covered by a mildly see-through black crop top that had ridden up when you had sat down; your make-up is slightly smudged, courtesy of Alexia, but she still looks at you like your the most beautiful thing she’s ever set her eyes on.

“Well, Lucy and I were talking, and we just thought it might be fun if we all played a fun game together…” Alexia answers you, trailing off as her hand migrates just a little higher and holds a little tighter. Then you knew, instantly, that this game was going to be a bit more than you had bargained for tonight. The pop of a cork brought you back to the group, Jenni had poured a generous glass of the white for each of you. Lucy grabbing both hers and Ona’s glasses as the younger girl was just out of Jenni’s reach.

“What type of game?” Ona asks, her freckled face flushing pink as she glanced at the faces around the room; still toying with the fingers on Lucy’s free hand.

“Why don’t you find out, love?” Lucy encourages, while she sips from the wine glass, gesturing for Ona to grab the deck. You lean forward slightly, trying to get a better angle to watch from. Jenni, Alexia, and Lucy all shared wide smirks, eagerly waiting for the reactions of their girlfriends. Their eyes sparkle when Ona picks up the first card and reads it in her head, that alone telling you that they knew what was written on each. You didn’t think it was possible but, you swear they only grow as Ona’s face contort to resemble something between confusion and unfiltered desire. Lucy carefully nudges Ona, mouthing for her to read the card aloud.

“Where is the wildest place you’ve had sex?” She asks, looking around the room. Alexia and Lucy’s grins mirror each other from across the table. Your own mouth dropped wide open in shock after hearing what was written on the card.

“Now, you have the choice to either answer the question on the card or drink,” Alexia instructs after Ona’s gone quiet. Ona was squirming in her girlfriend’s lap, her nails digging into her fingers as she worked out the mood that had settled over the room. You could definitely feel the sexual tension rising with every passing second that everyone waited on Ona’s answer. Despite playing several years with Ona, you knew little about her, the other three you had slept with before, but Ona… Ona was an awe-inspiring mystery that you couldn’t help wanting to devour. You couldn’t help the thoughts that filled your brain, the ones that found her desperately attractive as she struggled to get the words out.

“Go on now, love.” Lucy whispers in her ear, but it’s loud enough that you are able to catch it.

After pondering a bit longer, Ona raises her glass to her lips, but sees slightly disappointed faces and finally responds, “in the Barcelona showers and locker room, after training.” Jenni and Alexia are quick to tease, you barely join in after releasing your lower lip from between your teeth. Lucy leans back against the cushion, looking smug, nodding her head out of pure cockiness. Her girlfriend though, the pink flush on her cheeks deepening. You were speechless, not really at Ona’s answer, but more so at the dynamics that had emerged. You and Ona were now sharing the same little boat as Jenni, Lucy, and Alexia shared smirks and laughs amongst themselves.

“Alexia,” you gasp as the room goes quiet again. The hand that had been tracing gentle circles had dipped in between your thighs and stopped just before your center; her fingertips pressing gently into your skin. Everyone’s eyes flick towards you as your cheeks burn in slight embarrassment.

“It’s your turn, baby,” the blonde quietly tells you as Jenni passes the pack of cards. Alexia pulls a card off the top and hands it to you.

“What’s the best sex you’ve had in the last three months?” Your mind instantly floods with many options. After a while of thinking, you raise your head, catching Jenni’s devilish smirk aimed at you waiting for your response. “But it’s difficult to pick just one…”

“You better drink then.” Jenni attempts to hand you her glass, but you gently push back, refusing. You were not going to be the first one to cop out of answering a question by drinking.

“No, no, fine… I guess that time after you both got home from national team camp. The one when you woke me up that next morning.” You were sure that it wasn’t just your cheeks that were bright red as your mind took you back to riding Jenni’s thigh while you woke up, before they both fucked you as you lay between them.

“Good answer carinô,” Alexia praised, placing a kiss against your bare shoulder as her grip tightened on your thigh. You couldn’t help yourself, glancing at Lucy to see what was running through her mind. She had a similar grip on Ona, but her gaze stuck on you. Now, it wasn’t riding Jenni’s thigh at the forefront of your mind’s eye, it was flashing back to those times where Lucy, and her raven hair buried between your thighs - time after time - having you whenever she wanted you. You slowly gulped, sucking in air, before breaking eye contact with her as your head falls against Alexia’s shoulder.

The five of you traded turns for a while… no one had dared drink, yet. With each turn of a card the sexual tension seemed to thicken. Jenni seemed to be the most frustrated, judging by how tightly her hand was gripping the wine glass’ stem.

“What’s the sex skill you are the proudest of?” Jenni asks aloud. It was her turn again, and with no hesitation, blushing, or stuttering she answers, “making two girls’ orgasm at the same time.” She still chooses to drink from her glass, regardless of the rules, and licks the remnants off her bottom lip. Your own arousal getting to you now. Even Lucy looked desperate to be doing something more than just answering the questions. It was clear she wanted something… and you were finally sure of what it was.

“Who in the room would you like to fuck, but haven’t?” Lucy asks. Instead of answering she hands the card across the table to you. “I’d like to hear you answer this one.” Her confidant smirk grows as your eyes widen. Gingerly, you take the card from between her fingers. Everyone’s eyes are burning into your skin waiting. You were the first cop out of the night, downing the rest of your glass; unable to admit that the only person you hadn’t slept with was Ona.

“Exactly as I thought,” she states, winking at you. You didn’t know how to respond and ended up looking towards Ona. The youngest Spaniard wasn’t jealous, but a curious look played on her face as she examined the tension between you both. Ona had to know, Lucy wouldn't bring her here, play this game with her in the dark.

“Yeah, yeah, alright, next question.” You rolled your eyes. The action quickly garners a yelp as Alexia pinches your inner thigh in response to your apparent rudeness.

“My turn.” Alexia grins widely, this time pulling a card from the center of the deck. “This is less of a question…” she pauses, building up the suspense that you knew she had originally started. “Kiss the person across from you.”

Before you can even process your girlfriend’s words, Jenni is turning towards you, but she only gently pecks Alexia’s lips, clearly skipping you - even though the rules dictated that she didn’t need to kiss you - and turns to kiss Ona. She catches Ona’s lips between her own, one of her hands coming to rest on the back of her neck to pull her ever so slightly away from Lucy. Ona whimpers under Jenni’s touch, earning her a small laugh from the tattooed woman as she pulls away. Lucy sends her a hardened gaze that is instantly shrugged off the slight jealousy. She would need to get over hearing her girlfriend whimper at the touch of another woman, especially if tonight was going to work.

The rest of the group works their way around, Ona removing herself from Lucy’s lap to kiss Alexia. Her hand resting gently on your thigh as she leaned over, capturing the blonde’s lips in a soft and gentle kiss. You feel Alexia’s thighs clench under you. Ona whimpers once again after she had tried to take control of the kiss but it had earned her a small bite from Alexia. You had a good view of how your girlfriend’s tongue traced her mouth; nothing but soft touches before they both pulled away.

“You’re a good kisser sweetheart,” Alexia hums while praising Ona. Your stomach churns just a little at the earned praise, the way you would get spoken to if you were Ona. Reassurance isn’t far as Alexia's hands fall back to your thighs, gently squeezing before she reminds you it’s your turn. You gulp, meeting Lucy’s smile once more. Alexia helps you up out, gently nudging you towards Lucy. Ona’s sat to the side of her now, eagerly watching something that Lucy has only told her about.

As soon as you are face to face with her, Lucy helps your mouth find hers by gently tugging on your hair. The rest of the kiss is not at all gentle. Lucy is devouring you as if she had been waiting to show you what you had been missing. You gasped at the contact, Lucy’s hand sliding from the back of your neck around to the front. She squeezes gently for barely a second, knowing the whine that would leave your mouth. You've both barely come up for breath before you're tugging against her ever loosing low bun; your fingers tangling in her hair as you moan breathily against her tongue.

Your cheeks were a deep pink when Lucy pulled away from you, leaving you frozen as the three others stared at you. Alexia and Ona watched with awe, but Jenni’s gaze was hardened, sucking her lips against her teeth. She had just heard noises that she thought only she and Alexia could draw from you. Clearly, this was going to be more of a competition than the ‘wholesome’ experience you had first presumed it to be.

“I’ve still got it,” Lucy teases with a smirk that only grows when Jenni’s jealous look is reciprocated. You were speechless, your stomach in knots. Even if you could say something, you’re sure it would come out a stuttering mess. “Can’t handle watching someone else with your girl, Jen?” She asks cockily. If your thighs weren’t squeezed together before, they most certainly were now.

Jenni, thankfully, chooses not to respond as you move back to your seat practically on Alexia. She reaches for the cards again. You flick your gaze up to Alexia’s, ready to ask if she’s sure it's a good idea. However, the huge grin plastered on her face tells you otherwise. This was Lucy and Jenni’s little fight for dominance and Alexia had planned for it to take place. Jenni turns over the card in her hand, reading silently as you all watch her eyes widen in shock.

“Pick one person in the room and edge them in any manner you would like.” The words tumbled from Jenni’s lips in a rather confident fashion as she scanned around the room, quickly landing on Ona. “Come here then sweetheart, let me show you how it should feel,” she smirks at the freckled brunette, and you feel yourself flush with both curiosity and jealousy. Lucy helps her girlfriend up, giving her a gentle pat on the ass as she moved nervously - a lustful nervousness that was heightened by the anticipation - towards Jenni.

The tattooed woman gestures towards the coffee table in the center of the room, gently placing the wine glasses on a different surface, and having Ona perch on the edge.

“Can I touch you?” Jenni asks, wanting to confirm consent with the youngest Spaniard; fully aware that she probably wasn’t aware of the finer details of the night, just like her girlfriend hadn’t been.

“Please, Jenni.” Ona’s submissiveness bubbling to the surface, her eyes darkened with lust as Jenni pushed her down against the table. There’s a moment where she shifts to make herself comfortable, knees bending over the edge. Then Jenni wastes no time shifting the hem of Ona’s dress above her waist, revealing the black lace lingerie that was quickly dampening at the feeling of Jenni’s fingertip running along the material.

Ona whines, hips squirming as Jenni pulls the underwear to the side. The raven haired woman gazes down in awe of the glistening arousal that she slowly gathers on a finger. Jenni’s touches begin light, softly teasing Ona, turning her into a whimpering mess beneath her. Ona continuously looks between Jenni and Lucy, who wasn’t seething, but rather enamored as she leaned back against the sofa watching Ona enjoy the touch of the other woman.

“Baby girl, are you having some big feelings?” Alexia coos in your ear, snapping your intense focus from Jenni and Ona. You hadn’t realized how much you had been squirming in her arms, rocking your hips towards her hands that sat firmly on your thighs. “Do you like watching Lucy’s good girl get pleased by Jenni?”

“No.” It was all you could whimper, the word catching Lucy’s attention; her smirk making your need for contact even greater. Your hips rocking even harder in a desperate attempt to get some friction.

“She’s just making her feel good, like she makes you feel good cariño,” Alexia states. Her eyes not moving from the way you were reacting to her teasing touches. Jenni now teasing Ona’s entrance with the tip of her finger as the younger woman’s back arches, waiting for more.

You were entranced by the scene in front of you, that was until you felt Alexia’s hand slip under your skirt covering your centre with her palm. She quietly giggles feeling the dampness beneath your underwear.

“But I think you were enjoying watching, baby girl, considering how wet you feel.” Alexia’s comment made your breath hitch in your throat. A gasp leaving your lips when you felt Alexia dip her fingers under the lace band of your lingerie, gathering your arousal on her fingers before leaving you untouched again.

“That’s a good girl Ona, can you take two fingers?” Jenni asks the pleading brunette, one finger already pumping fiercely into her. You allowed your gaze to wander to Lucy, who had perched herself next to Ona on the table. Her fingers toying with her girlfriend’s nipples; each pinch garnering a louder moan.

“But I’m Jenni’s good girl. Not Ona.” Your cheeks now burned red, an extreme wave of jealousy crashing over you. You wanted to be the one on the table, the one receiving Jenni’s praise.

“I think you should have thought about that before you let Lucy give you a little necklace earlier.” With that the heel of Alexia's hand pushes against your clothed clit and a sweet moan falls from your lips. “Now, Ona gets to be a good girl for Jenni and you just get to sit and watch.”

“Do I still get to be your good girl?” You ask, desperately grinding against Alexia’s hand that was refusing to move, to give in to what you need. Your doe like eyes flick back up to your girlfriend, who couldn’t ever say no to you… especially when you looked at her with such a lustful twinkle behind your eyes.

“Always baby. You’re always my good girl,” Alexia’s words and voice are gentle. Her eyes flicking between your squirming hips and Jenni’s hand that was thrusting hard into Ona, each moan getting louder and more primal. The blonde uses a soft hand to turn your head, bringing you in for a gentle kiss; you whimper as she catches your lower lip between her teeth, tugging lightly. You grab Alexia’s free hand as she kisses you, returning it to its earlier movement along the seam of your underwear.

Alexia catches a glimpse of the sheer mauve lingerie that you had hidden underneath your outfit. The urge to strip you down to just the set overwhelming her. She wanted just a few moments to relish the view of your body to herself before she had to share. Your skirt is the first to go, she simply shoves it down off your hips and legs. Alexia gingerly threads each button that goes down the back of your top through its hole and eventually throws it towards the other end of the couch. Alexia takes a moment for herself before coughing gently, gesturing for the other three to look over. When they do, your cheeks flush a similar color to your lingerie set.

Lucy lets out a small gasp at the sight of you, and that alone was enough to replace the lack of contact you had. The thought that you still impressed her - enough to make her gasp - felt electric, heat flicking under your skin. However, before Lucy could say anything, Ona whines. Jenni had slowed her movements while she took you in, but Ona’s noise had snapped her and Lucy back to their original task. Alexia smiles down at you, gesturing for the other three to continue. She dragged her finger though your folds, each movement slick with your arousal.

While Alexia teased against your entrance, she made sure you were watching as Jenni readjusted her hand so her thumb could reach up against Ona’s clit, making sure each thrust of her hand allowed the swollen bud the contact it desired. Ona’s moans quickly gave way to desperate gasps, her breathiness completely different to how Jenni made you sound, aiding the older women’s movement to speed up in response.

“Ale, please,” you plead, wanting the same treatment as Ona, unable to take the teasing much longer. You wanted Alexia to fuck you hard while you sat in her lap. You felt Alexia’s lips against the back of your neck as she pushed one of her fingers all the way inside you, making you moan in harmony with Ona’s sounds. As she thrusted into you, she was careful to match Jenni’s speed, making the experience all that much overwhelming for you.

“That’s a good girl; look you can do it,” Alexia praised knowing it would make you moan louder, trying her best to divert the other girls attention. It was usually never this easy, but you could feel the orgasm building quickly. The entire evening of teasing and now watching Ona moan and writhe on top of your coffee table under the hands of Jenni and Lucy was working its magic.

“I’m close, Ale,” you whine. The feeling only intensifying when Alexia brushed a finger against your clit. A moan that falls from your lips echoes around the room. “Can I cum please?” At your question, Alexia's fingers slow their movements, holding you at the very edge now causing a cry of frustration to escape.

“Don’t you think that there’s another person you need to ask too?” She questions, her fingers now completely stilled inside you. You squirm in response to the lack of movement and shake your head. You didn’t want to ask Jenni for what you wanted while she was working Ona up. The sudden burst of brattiness deriving from the jealousy you felt over Ona being the center of attention. “You won’t get to cum until you ask her, and will remind you, I have a lot of patience.”

Alexia keeps her hand still, waiting for you to give in… but you don’t. When that doesn’t work she begins gently rocking her hand, a reminder that you were still on the edge of an orgasm.

“Jenni, can I cum please?” You manage between laboured breaths as Alexia gives into your rocking hips and resumes her finger’s motions. She curls them inside you, tapping against your sensitive spot with each slow movement.

“No.” The instruction crystal clear. Jenni’s gaze not even moving from Ona’s body as she kept up her relentless pace. Ona clearly taking longer to reach the edge than you did.

“What?” You ask pittfully before begging. “Please Jen.” You’re confused as to why your orgasm was being withheld from you. Alexia’s brow also furrows, but doesn’t stop the torturously slow movements wanting to make you struggle a bit.

“If Ona is getting edged, so are you,” Jenni remarks plainly and Ona moans loudly, having forgotten that she wasn’t being led to orgasm. The frustration making her whine against Jenni’s fingers; Lucy’s tongue now attacking her nipples with sharp circles.

“Oh, come on Jen. She’s been desperate all day,” Alexia attempts to plead your case, though it was only because she wanted to be the one to finally make you orgasm after a long day of teasing and sexual tension.

“She knows how to be my good girl, Alexia. She can be edged just like Ona.” Jenni’s words were final and with that, Alexia stops her movements, removing her fingers from you entirely. Though she attempts to comfort you by placing kisses against your neck.

“Come on princesà, I know you’re close now,” Lucy teases, watching the way her girlfriend’s body tensed up, the way she nodded and gasped. She obviously unable to speak as her orgasm built too close to the brim.

“Close!” Ona finally manages to find her voice and both women stop their movements. Jenni immediately pulling out and bringing her fingers to her lips, softly tasking Ona’s arousal. Lucy looked on with eagerness; Jenni rolls her eyes tilting Lucy’s chin towards her, allowing her too to circle around the length of her fingers. The action causes both your and Alexia’s knees to weaken, Lucy taking Jenni’s fingers just to get a taste of Ona.

While Alexia’s hands remained firmly on your thighs, her nails gently digging into them out of desperation as Jenni towered over Lucy, now replacing them with her mouth. Alexia’s head tilted just to the side to see Lucy grabbing the back of Jenni’s neck to pull her closer.

“I hope you’re not too tired. We’ve only just started,” Lucy says as she pulls away from Jenni’s kiss. She looks down at the way Ona was splayed across the table, her thighs shaking slightly as her denied orgasm still ran through her body. Even you gulped at the words, if this was just the beginning, you had no idea what else was going to happen tonight

[onabat11e]

i’m yours (lucy bronze x ona batlle)

rating: E for explicit (18+)

warnings: smut, top!ona, bottom!lucy, fingering, cunnilingus

summary: ona finds it fun to wear lucy’s barça jersey. lucy finds it fun to be claimed by ona.

based on this request!

dedicated to @barcaxona for giving me inspo c;

word count: 2.5k

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The door to the bedroom clicked open when Ona walked in sporting a Barça jersey, the shirt fitting slightly oversized. She was wearing a pair of gym shorts, just long enough to be peeking out from the bottom of the jersey. 

Ona was busy reaching up to slide a book back into its place on the top shelf, allowing Lucy’s eyes to skim her body. Suddenly, whatever was on Lucy’s phone was not even the slightest bit interesting because she noticed that it wasn’t just any jersey that Ona was wearing, but her jersey. 

Adventurous eyes continued down Ona’s body and lingered for half a second when Lucy noticed the shirt lifting where Ona was reaching. 

“Mmm, that looks good on you, babe,” Lucy’s eyes fixated on the curve of Ona’s ass sticking out from under the jersey as well as the thickness of her muscular thighs. 

“Yeah, you think so?” Ona smiles, looking over her shoulder at where Lucy was relaxing on the bed. She noticed how Lucy glued her eyes to the lower half of her body, checking her out. 

“Letting everyone know that you’re mine,” Lucy returned her eyes to Ona’s face, a half-smile played on her lips. Ona laughed under her breath and mirrored the expression. 

Lucy and Ona had been hiding their relationship for a while before they decided to turn to a ‘private, but not secret’ approach. It made things easier for the lovebirds, the two unable to keep their eyes off one another, even when the cameras were around. 

“Mmm, I’m yours,” Ona hummed as she turned around to face the bed and swayed her hips as she walked towards Lucy. “And you’re mine,” her voice darkened at the last word. 

Now aware of her heartbeat, Lucy felt a thumping in her chest as she got stared down. Although Lucy had a good few inches of height on Ona, that didn’t matter in the bedroom; Ona could make her feel small - make Lucy feel like her prey. 

“And now it’s my time to claim you,” Ona’s voice dropped, her eyes deepening with lust. Lucy felt a wave of desire spread over her body at Ona’s words. She loved it when Ona took control.

Lucy Bronze was known for being a dominant player, never afraid to throw herself (figuratively and literally) into a match, a ball, or a whole other player. The truth was, with the amount of control she had to exercise in her career - the last thing she wanted was to carry that responsibility into her personal life. 

Regarding the bedroom, Lucy loved nothing more than to give up any control and surrender to her partner’s needs and desires. She couldn’t blame anyone for thinking she would be the opposite, but she was a self-proclaimed pillow princess. 

“Please,” Lucy’s voice was barely above a whisper, Ona’s intense eye contact making her body feel weak. Never taking her eyes off Lucy, Ona climbed onto the bed and lay on her side. She propped herself on one elbow and craned her head down, letting warm breath hit Lucy’s neck. 

“Shh, let me take care of you, baby,” Ona whispered into Lucy’s ear, goosebumps pricking up at the softness of her voice. 

Ona placed one hand on either side of Lucy’s head before leaning in to meet Lucy’s lips. Both women were hungrily trying to deepen their kisses, submitting to each other without a fight. Keen tongues curled together, their moans harmonising as they explored each other's mouths. 

Ona brought a hand to cup Lucy’s face, the pad of her thumb stroking across a sharp jawline before sliding to rest around her neck. The devious hand dipped further to grab Lucy’s chest over her clothing, causing her back to arch into the touch. 

Ona pulls away from the kiss, her teeth tugging on Lucy’s bottom lip as she does so. The two girls pant slightly, and the intensity of their making out is evident on both faces.

“Need this off,” Ona pulled at the hem of Lucy’s t-shirt once more, “Need to see my beautiful girl.” Lucy shyly blushes at the compliment and lets Ona tug the t-shirt over her head, leaving her in her sports bra and sweatpants. 

“You are incredible,” Ona gushes over Lucy’s toned body, a hand resting on Lucy’s collarbone as she leans in to kiss her neck. 

Ona goes to hook her fingers under the Barça jersey to take it off, wanting to match Lucy’s level of undress. Her hands only move a few inches before a voice interrupts the action. 

“Keep it on,” Lucy requested, trying to school her expression into confidence as she reached out to stop Ona’s hands. Seeing that Ona was proud to be hers lit a fire in the pit of her stomach. 

Ona smugly agreed, the corner of her mouth twitching up as her hands dropped the material to return to Lucy’s chest. Her hand slipped under the bottom of Lucy’s sports bra, eagerly pulling the material over her head. 

Whether it be from the temperature change or the stimulation, Lucy’s nipples were now hard and begging for attention. Ona moved to cup over the newly exposed flesh, letting her palms graze over the tips of Lucy’s nipples. 

A muscle in Ona’s jaw feathers as she smirks, her head dipping towards Lucy’s chest. Their eyes locked onto each other as Ona licked her lips and made a show of licking around a nipple.

Staggered breaths echo in the room, Lucy’s body pushing up into the feeling of Ona’s mouth on her. Lucy tried to stifle her moans as Ona pulled away, her teeth tugging on the sensitive tissue.

Ona kissed across Lucy’s chest before taking a patch of skin between her lips, increasing the suction against the skin for a few seconds and then soothing it with slow, flat licks. Ona admired the quickly reddening skin before she repeated the action. 

Ona and Lucy’s favourite thing was to leave marks on one another that only they'd know about, a secret message for only them: ‘I’m yours; you’re mine’. The most common area of choice was each other's chests, close enough to the nipple that they’d always be covered. 

Soft fingers stroked down Lucy’s abs, the muscles tightening under the touch of Ona’s hands. Before Lucy knew it, Ona was tugging her sweatpants down, her body subconsciously lifting from the bed to help Ona remove them.

“My baby is so needy for me, huh?” Ona cups a hand over Lucy’s underwear, feeling the warmth of her arousal through the material. Hips thrust up, trying to grind against anything. 

“I need you,” Lucy begged, her voice weakening at the pressure of Ona looking at her. Lucy’s pelvis chased after the touch of Ona’s hand, desperate for more. Desperate for her. 

“I’m right here,” Ona knew what Lucy meant, but she wanted to hear the words, needed to hear Lucy beg to be fucked. 

“Please, baby,” Lucy’s voice cracked as Ona’s hands played with the waistband of her underwear. Ona raised an eyebrow, the smirk playing at the side of her mouth again. 

That damn smirk will be the death of Lucy, she thinks.  

“Be more specific,” Ona pulls her hand away from Lucy, causing a frustrated whine and a release of air to leave her mouth. Lucy clenched her jaw and took a deep breath through her nose to compose herself before forcing the words out of herself. 

“Just touch me,” Lucy says in almost a whisper, too busy thinking about the intensity of the throbbing between her legs and how much she needed Ona to do something about it. 

“Good girl,” Ona let her hand go under the waistband to run a finger through the pooling wetness, causing Lucy’s head to fall back against the pillow. And, God, she was already embarrassingly worked up from Ona’s voice, Ona’s words, Ona’s expressions. Everything Ona. 

Ona takes pride in breaking down the tough exterior Lucy puts on, using her hands to make the older woman whine and beg for more, using her hands to make the woman entirely fall apart under her touch. 

“I wanna watch you as you cum on my fingers. Think you can do that for me?” She spoke down to Lucy. And maybe it’s the eye contact. Maybe it’s from the low pitch of Ona’s voice. But Lucy doesn’t think she could muster an answer if she tried. 

The slight movement of Lucy’s nod, bottom lip between her teeth, is enough for Ona. Ona doesn’t even bother to pull down Lucy’s underwear properly, her hand tucked between Lucy and the fabric.

Fingers rub up and down Lucy’s heat before they target her clit with teasingly slow circles. Ona loved to watch Lucy’s body come alive under her touch. All the small details: her burrowed eyebrow, jaw going slack, eyes rolling back. She loved to see and hear how she made Lucy feel. 

Lucy’s neck and shoulder are covered in warm kisses as Ona continues to rub at her clit, taking small breaks to dip into her entrance and collect slick heat on her fingertips. 

“Your pussy is so wet for me, isn’t it, baby?” Lucy turns her head into the pillow, a red blush burning her cheeks. “So needy to get fucked like the good girl you are.”

A finger gets pushed in, and Ona can feel the low vibration in Lucy’s chest as she groans at the new sensation. Ona continued to push in further, her fingertips pushing against Lucy’s soft spot and pressing into it. 

“You look so hot right now, taking my fingers,” Ona’s lips brush against Lucy’s neck, her body shuddering from the gentle contact.  

Another finger slipped into Lucy, and the stretch of her quivering pussy around them drove Ona crazy, increasing the speed of her arm pushing into Lucy. Ona whispered sweet nothings into Lucy’s ear as she continued the unrelenting motions of fucking Lucy. 

“Fuuuuuck,” Lucy groaned, body jerking into the tempo of Ona’s fingers. The coil in her stomach impossibly tightened further as Ona mumbled Spanish against her neck. Moans got choked out, and Lucy didn’t know if she could hold back much longer. 

Lucy’s orgasm hits her hard, Ona’s teeth scraping the sensitive skin of her neck as she falls apart, cumming around Ona’s fingers. Ona curls her fingers faster in Lucy’s pulsating wetness, pushing her through her orgasm. 

Once Lucy had come down from her high, Ona removed her fingers slowly and pulled her hand up to her lips. 

Lucy could barely hold in the whine when Ona licked the two fingers before sucking them into her mouth to clean off Lucy’s wetness. Ona nearly growled at the taste of Lucy on her fingers, a desire to primally devour Lucy kicking in. 

“God, you’re addictive,” she said after pulling the digits from her mouth. “I think I need another taste,” Ona kisses Lucy's décolletage again, moving past her breasts and abdomen. As much as Ona wanted to take her time and worship every inch of Lucy’s body, she needed to taste her. 

Ona positioned herself between Lucy’s legs, parting them and bending them at the knee. Warm brown eyes looked up through eyelashes to meet Lucy’s stare, her nimble fingers finding their place around Lucy’s underwear. 

Lucy’s pussy was glistening with need - it might just be the most beautiful thing Ona had ever seen. Lucy’s arousal was begging to be consumed, begging to be taken by Ona. 

Using the spare hair tie on her wrist, Ona threw her hair up into a bun, stray hairs poking out. Desire and need filled Lucy’s eyes, her body coming alive under Ona’s gaze. Ona kissed over Lucy’s thighs, her path leading up to where Lucy’s cum was still shining on her inner thighs. 

“Please, I’m still sensitive,” Lucy almost begs, feeling Ona’s lips placing lingering kisses leading closer and closer to her core. 

“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” Ona winks, kissing Lucy's body and nipping at the delicate skin. She licks at Lucy’s inner thigh before leaving another cleverly hidden mark mere inches from where Lucy was aching for Ona’s mouth. 

“Ready?” The breath from Ona’s words against Lucy’s sensitive cunt made her twitch and ache for Ona’s mouth on her. Lucy’s hand reached down for Ona, intertwining their fingers. Another whine and a nod from Lucy gave Ona the go-ahead. 

Lucy’s body jolts as Ona’s mouth makes contact with her. Her tongue is coated in Lucy’s arousal as she licks up her folds, taking in everything that Lucy is giving to her. 

It could almost be too much, Lucy thinks. Ona’s mouth lightly suctioned onto her whilst her tongue circled her clit. 

Lucy looks down to see Ona between her legs, her head dipped, back arched with her hips in the air. Lucy could see her name, ‘Bronze 15’, written across Ona’s back. She almost prematurely falls apart again right there just from the sight of it. Just from thinking about how Ona is hers and how Ona’s hot mouth is absolutely devouring her pussy right now. 

The grip Lucy had on Ona’s hand tightened - Ona could tell that Lucy was getting close again. Ona placed her other hand flat onto Lucy’s lower abdomen, applying a weight to pin her down to the bed and stop her hips from rocking up.

Ona keeps playing with Lucy’s clit, making quick darts to her entrance to lap up Lucy’s arousal as her core tightens and twitches from Ona’s tongue. 

“Please, baby. I’m so close,” Lucy whined, hips trying to drive against the weight of Ona holding her down. The action just caused Ona to double down, lips sucking on Lucy’s clit once more, her tongue licking wildly across it as she worked to push Lucy into her next orgasm. 

Toes curled, thighs tensed, and breaths shuddered as the pleasure took over Lucy’s body. Between Lucy’s teeth were her fingers, the moan getting choked back as Ona continued to lick at her. Ona messily lapped up Lucy’s cum, letting out breathy laughs as Lucy twitched through the aftershocks. 

Laughs got mixed with whines as Lucy pushed Ona’s head away, not being able to withstand the overstimulation of Ona teasing her with more touches. 

Ona gives in and stops playing with Lucy, sitting back on her heels between Lucy’s legs. Lucy is an absolute vision. Beads of sweat scattered her forehead, the constellation of red marks around her nipples. Ona wonders how she got so lucky that this woman, this beauty, is hers. 

When Lucy managed to open her eyes again, Ona had moved back to be beside her in bed. Lucy can taste herself on Ona’s lips when she leans in for a kiss. It’s hot, and if she wasn’t so far gone already, she might have begged to be fucked again. 

Ona opened her arms, allowing Lucy to shuffle closer into her and rest on Ona’s chest. 

“I’m yours,” Ona said as she kissed Lucy’s forehead. “I’m yours,” Lucy echoed, snuggling her head closer to Ona.

[onas-batlle]

like daylight (part 1/?)

pairing: lucy bronze x ona batlle

warnings: none

synopsis: When you are both eighteen, anything your soulmate writes on their skin will be reflected on that of your own. Words in swirly, glowing, shimmering gold, these markings will link you forever to the one soul that is destined to intertwine with yours.

a/n: the soulmate au begins! this is kind of an intro chapter, so fair warning this first part will have a lot of keira x lucy (while they don't do anything romantic, they are in a relationship), and ona only makes one (brief) appearance. anyway, I hope the whole thing isn't super confusing, and ignore any mistakes lol.

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When you are both eighteen, anything your soulmate writes on their skin will be reflected on that of your own. Words in swirly, glowing, shimmering gold, these markings will link you forever to the one soul that is destined to intertwine with yours.

It was the 27th of October, and Lucy lay stretched out on her bed on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, her mind a mess of thoughts as she grappled with the excitement of potentially being able to get in contact with her soulmate in only a few minutes.

11:57… 11:58…

She knew that it was probably going to be a girl; that realisation had already occurred and been faced head-on several years before that day, and she found that she was more concerned with whether or not her soulmate would also share her love of football than their gender identity.

She glanced at the clock again. 11:59. Lucy flopped her head back down onto her pillow and let out a groan at the slow-moving minutes, it almost seeming like the seconds were trapped in molasses. She hated to admit it, but Lucy had secretly been a romantic all her life and the idea that someone was out there in the world, crafted to fit with her exactly, was something that she had treasured forever.

12:00. Midnight.

As soon as the clock struck midnight, she eagerly grabbed a marker, pondering what her first message to her soulmate should be. She couldn't introduce herself by name - the magic didn’t allow that - so instead she tentatively wrote ‘Hi’, and waited for a response. When it didn’t come for an hour, she supposed that maybe her soulmate didn’t notice, or was busy.

When it had been a few months, she supposed that maybe her soulmate was a bit younger than her, and that was fine, she could wait.

Three, four, five, years passed and soon Lucy accepted that maybe she was just one of the unlucky ones who didn’t have a soulmate. Neither of her parents had lost hope, always having faith that one day her skin would be covered in words of gold, but after the third year ticked past, Lucy had resigned herself to the fact that there was no one written in the stars for her. Not that she cared for that fate stuff anyway, she often told herself.

So she fell into Keira. Keira, who was about as cynical as she was. Keira, who dismissed the soulmate stuff and said that they could write their own destiny. And Keira, whose hands were always covered in golden scrawls of unintelligible German. They loved each other as best as they could, anyway.

Lucy was twenty-five when a word showed up on her palm - bright and glowing gold. She kept it from Keira and hid in the bathroom to study it. It was a simple word - in Spanish, of course - Hola in loopy, curly writing. A small smiley face was dotted at the end of the word, and Lucy knew that it was for her.

So she did have a soulmate after all. One who was likely to be quite a bit younger than her, but a soulmate nonetheless.

Excitement flashed in her gut before she immediately felt guilty. Here she was, crouched in the bathroom, giddy with happiness, while her girlfriend was out in the lounge unassuming. Keira had chosen her despite knowing she had a soulmate of her own, so Lucy ignored the writing on her hand and exited the bathroom.

“You good?” Keira spoke, and Lucy just nodded, tucking her hand into her pocket. And if Keira noticed that she seemed a bit off for the next few days, she didn’t say anything.

A few more words came from her soulmate. A ‘cómo estuva tu día?’, and a ‘espero que estés bien!’ There was even some Catalan, which clued Lucy into the fact that her soulmate was from Catalonia, probably Barcelona. But as much as it pained her, Lucy ignored it all.

After that, Lucy’s soulmate didn’t write again.

A few months later, Lucy was in France. France which bordered Spain. Spain which was where her soulmate was from. She had always been drawn to Spain, even before finding out her soulmate was Spanish, but she urged herself to ignore it and just focus on football. She still had traces of gold - numbers and scrawled words, sometimes a sentence - but most of the time it was kept to a minimum.

She did know that her soulmate had tattoos though, several pieces having been marked into her skin for weeks until they faded, and several weeks where she was forced to wear long sleeve shirts to hide the swirling lines on her bicep that made up a map of the world.

She remembered one time when she awoke and went to take a shower, spotting yet another piece of inkwork. It was a lioness, glowing brightly on her shoulder blade, and Lucy had to choke back a laugh at the irony. She was unsure if her soulmate knew who she was, but their souls were intrinsically linked, so she shouldn’t really be surprised.

Keira eventually found out about Lucy’s soulmate, of course. She always knew when the fullback was keeping a secret, and it was stupid to assume that she could have kept something that big under wraps.

During one of the England camps, Lucy was walking to breakfast when someone suddenly caught her wrist and tugged her down a hallway, the English woman unable to stifle her small scream of surprise. When she finally got her bearings, she focused on Keira stood in front of her, a frown on her face.

“What’s wrong?” Lucy questioned, blinking in confusion at Keira’s expression, the midfielder’s eyes boring into her, unimpressed. Keira just let out a sigh at her question and grabbed Lucy’s hand, turning it over so her palm was facing down, revealing the glittering gold words on the back of it.

“Why not,” Keira read out and dropped Lucy’s hand, who had the decency to look a little sheepish. “Don’t think you went out and wrote this in gold ink by yourself, did you?” the midfielder stated and levelled the fullback with a pointed look. Lucy opened her mouth to respond when Keira sighed again and uncrossed her arms.

“Luce, I’m not angry. I mean I have a soulmate too. I just wish that you would’ve told me.” 

“I’m sorry. I- I don’t really know why I hid it from you, because you told me about yours and it was fine. It was shitty of me,” Lucy responded, hanging head slightly. She never meant to hurt Keira, after all.

Keira graced her with a small smile and shook her head before waving her hand to dismiss Lucy’s words. “Well, at the end of the day, we picked each other, didn’t we?”

Lucy was relieved to hear those words, glad her moments of weakness had not ruined their relationship, and so they went on with their lives, mostly unchanged. There was always that niggling thought in the back of her mind though, the one that belonged to a hopeful little girl who wanted to find the one person that had been made especially for her. But she was not a little girl anymore, and she had Keira now, so Lucy shoved those traitorous thoughts aside and tried her best to focus on her current relationship. The one that she chose .

When was twenty-nine, Lucy found herself back in Manchester. The return was mostly for Keira - the distance having put a slight strain on their relationship, and truthfully, Lucy had felt a little bit homesick anyway.

She’d always enjoyed just simply watching football, and naturally, she loved to take notice of the skills of other players who played alongside and against her.

It was the Manchester Derby when she spotted her , the right back for the other team. She was small but quick and hurtled up the right wing with a passion that Lucy hadn’t seen in a long time. While United did lose the Derby, the unnamed player still marched up to all of the City players, jaw set, and offered them a handshake in thanks.

Something tugged in Lucy’s heart as the short woman made her way around all of Lucy’s teammates, and she watched on until she was standing directly in front of her. 

“Good game,” the player spoke, extending her hand in front of her and tilting her chin up to meet Lucy’s eyes. The English fullback, almost involuntarily,  dragged her eyes over the features of the other defender, drinking in the constellations of freckles that dotted across tanned skin, the shiny brown eyes that were filled with a fiery determination, and the full lips that were currently pressed into a firm line. 

“Oh!” Lucy exclaimed as she realised that had been looking for a bit too long and reached out to grasp the other woman’s hand. “You guys had a good game too!”

As their skin made contact, the English woman flinched momentarily as she swore she could feel sparks pass between them and mentally berated herself at the physical reaction. An odd look passed across the other woman’s face, and before Lucy could even blink, she was gone, but not before the City player caught a glimpse of something tattooed on the departing player’s right hand.

She stood, stock still in shock for a few minutes until Keira came up to her and tilted her head inquisitively, before leading Lucy off the pitch and down the tunnel. She enquired about the player afterwards (“sizing up the competition are we Bronzey?”), and she was told that her name was Ona Batlle and that she was from Spain. The mention of that country caused Lucy’s stomach to twist, and she told herself off for the hope that flickered in her stomach at the idea that she could have just met her soulmate.

When home, she opened her phone to look at Ona’s Instagram, just to figure out if the other woman had those tattoos that had shown up on her own skin for a short period, but one glance at Keira who was washing her hands in the kitchen had her closing the app. She couldn’t go there. It wouldn’t be fair.

The next couple of years passed rather uneventfully, in terms of her personal life anyway, but soon she found herself starting to feel the boredom again, Manchester City not really ticking all her boxes anymore. 

Lucy wanted to win, win something big like the UWCL, and City just wasn’t cutting it. When she got the offer from Barcelona her first instinct was to immediately agree, but she had to pause to weigh the decision that she was facing.

Firstly there was the thing about her soulmate. She hated that that was the first thing her mind went to, but she’d spent several years grappling with her relationship with Keira and with the potential person that was predestined for her, so moving to Spain - which could place her within meeting distance of her soulmate - could cause all sorts of problems. The second thing she had to consider was that she might have had to do long distance with Keira again, but that was quickly forgotten when the midfielder told her that Barcelona wanted her as well. 

After a few weeks of discussion, they decided to make the move to Barcelona.

Several months later, after an amazing Euros that left them Champions of Europe, Lucy and Keira packed up to go to Spain. All seemed to have been going well - they were winning their games, and they were settling in well, but over the weeks, the romance between them came to a grinding halt and they found their relationship evolving into something merely platonic. It only took a few more weeks until it all came to a head.

Lucy came home from the shops one day and saw Keira standing there, waiting for her with red-rimmed eyes and a sniffle. She didn’t even have time to reach out to ask what was wrong before Keira spoke, a distressed look painting her features.

“Lucy, I’m sorry.”

It was silent for a few beats, but Lucy knew what words Keira was about to follow up with before she even opened her mouth to speak them.

“I’ve met my soulmate.”

The words hung in the air, and for some reason, it was relieving. They had only really been glorified roommates the past few months, anyway, and suddenly a weight felt like it had been lifted off Lucy’s chest.

“I know that I said soulmates are bullshit and we can choose who we want to be with but..” Keira trailed off and bit her lip. “Her name is Laura, and she’s lovely, and Lucy I think I would hate myself if I didn’t even try.”

“We haven’t done anything, by the way. I would never. It wouldn’t be fair to you. Even if we haven’t really been all that romantic lately, I wouldn’t betray you like that,” Keira rushed to get out, eyes beginning to fill with tears. 

Lucy offered her a small smile. “Keira, it’s okay. Honest.”

They parted ways amicably, and while she did feel a bit sad that she no longer had a companion to spend her time with, she was okay. And when Keira posted a photo of her and Laura to her close friends’ story, Lucy was the first to like it.

A few more weeks passed, and it was only then that she allowed herself to even think about her own soulmate again. They hadn’t written to each other at all since Lucy had ignored the messages all those years ago, but the random doodles and numbers didn’t once cease. Her mind still lingered on that one Manchester United defender she had shaken hands with while she was still at City, but it had been so long now that she’d kind of abandoned the idea, so Lucy just decided to park that theory for the time being.

And then came Lucy Staniforth’s wedding.

[walshsbarcelona4]

I desperately need someone to write Laura Feiersinger and Keira Walsh fics because I was on ao3 looking for some cause I can never find any on tumblr and there was only 1 fic and it’s just them being a background ship in a luna fic😭

Like look me in the eyes and tell me Keira and Laura aren’t the cutest

I’d write some but I’ve got serious writers block and haven’t written a fanfic in over a year because I never have ideas, if someone sends me ideas in my asks I might be able to come up with something but no promises on how long it’ll take because I’ve got 2-3 weeks worth of exams after tomorrow

The only ao3 story with Laura and the only fic with Keira and Laura in it