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this is just gorgeous gorgeous, i’m obsessed you’ve made me obsessed

Elevators || Jill Roord

a/n : based on that picture because y'all she fine. just a little pure smut fic!

warnings : straps, public sex

“I suggest you keep your mouth shut and focus on making yourself come or else you don’t come at all tonight,” Jill growls in your ear, two of her long fingers slipping down your shorts and into your pussy in one swift motion.

You gasp and look up at her with fear, the mirrored elevator did nothing to hide your activities but did entice your public sex kink. Jill watched as your eyes looked around at all the reflective walls, a glint of mischief in her eyes. 

“Cat got your tongue, lieveling?” Jill teases, the tips of her fingers pressed up into your sweet spot as she crowds you.

“No mommy…” you whisper, looking up at her through your eyebrows.

“Then be my perfect girl and make yourself come on my fingers,” she chirps, dragging her thick fingers out of your pants to suck on for a second before slipping them in. The elevator dings suddenly and a crowd of people step in, crushing you like sardines. Jill grins wide, her fingers pressing back inside you with eagerness and a new-found determination.

“Get to work, baby.”

You look up at her as the elevator dings again and some people step off. About 5 more people come in and Jill does a good job at keeping you covered and protected. You grab her wrist and begin to grind down on her fingers.

She helps you through it, fingers pressed tight to your sweet spot. Your lips are red and bitten, your throat tightening with how hard you’re holding your noises in. You look up at Jill and she’s panting a little, eyes focused on yours.

She leans in and pecks your lips, whispering “I know you’re close, schat. Can feel you clenching around me.”

You nod, hips grinding down on her fingers just as she slips a third one in. You squeak but Jill coughs to cover for you, the three people left in the elevator paying you no mind.

She leans in closer, her huge coat shielding your small frame.

“Two more floors baby, think you can do it?”

“I can mommy, just a little more…!”

“Better hurry, these people will be getting off soon.”

You grind harder now, Jill presses her palm down and your clit catches it. It sends pure ecstasy through your core, your orgasm crashing down on you in surprise. Jill manages to catch you before your legs turn to jelly, fingers slipping out and into her mouth to clean off.

Just as you’re about to kiss her and taste yourself on her, the elevator dings on your floor. Jill picks you up and walks out the door with a smug look on her face. She’s going to need to tap into this bold vein she never knew she had.

Back at home though, she threw open the apartment door and rushed to the bedroom with you. She threw you onto the bed, lips locked on yours in a split second.

“Think you deserve your reward now, princess?” she teased, kissing down your neck.

“Please mommy, I did like you asked…” you say, hands tugging at her training shirt, “was such a good girl for you.”

“You certainly were, my darling,” she whispers, pulling your clothes off hurriedly. You unbuckle your bra and she’s on you in an instant, taking the right in her mouth while she kneads the other. You moan and buck up into her, lip caught between your teeth again.

“Don’t move,” she growls, nipping your nipple before pushing herself off the bed. She strips fast as you ogle at her, grinning when she grabs your favorite strap from the box under the bed.

She puts it on painstakingly slow, your core aching and throbbing for her when she finally climbs onto the bed. She kneels beside you, making no move to touch you. You tilt your head, and she raises an eyebrow at you.

“Suck,” she demands, spreading her knees on the bed.

You hop up and get her in your mouth, sucking the tip hard as your hand strokes the length of her strap. She watches you, eyes dark and lustrous.

“Good, don’t stop,” she says breathlessly as you take more of her cock in your mouth. You moan when she grabs your hair in a loose ponytail, hips bucking into your mouth.

Your spit drools everywhere and makes a mess, one that Jill delights in. She pulls you off her cock, stepping off the bed and pulling your ass to the edge. You bend over how she likes, back arches in a deep bow as she admires the view.

She drags her fingers through your supple folds, reveling in the amount of slick that accumulated just from sucking her cock. She presses the tip to your hole, watching as your pussy just takes her in. You grip the sheets, pushing back onto her. She spanks your ass, grinning when you take the whole thing.

“You take me so well, princess,” Jill praises, fucking into you slowly.

“Feels so good, mommy,” you mumble into the mattress. Jill grips your hips hard, pounding into your pussy rough and fast. The wet noises fill the room, spurring her on to make you come. She props her leg up on the bed, hips drilling into you from behind.

“Fuck!” you scream, her cock pounding into your sweet spot.

“There darling?”

“Yes mommy, please!”  

“Gonna come for me again, my love?”

“Yes! Wanna be so good for you!”

She pulls you back into her, hips fucking deeper into you as her hand wraps around your neck and the other pulls at your nipples.

“Come,” she grunts into your ear, just as you squirt all over the mattress and her cock. She pulls out and takes the harness off, climbing on the bed. You crawl between her legs as she settles in the middle of the bed, your mouth suckling at her clit hard as she plays with her nipples.

“Fuck, just a little more baby,” she whispers, chest heaving with pleasure. She grinds into your tongue that slips inside her, moaning your name when she comes all over your face.

She leans down and cradles your face as she kisses you, grinning against your lips.

“Mm, I love you,” she whispers, pecking your nose as you settle in her lap.

“I love you too, baby.”

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this just converted me into a jill roord whore my lord hottest thing i’ve read this week

Oral Fixation || Jill Roord

warnings : mommy kink, rough sex, aftercare, oral sex, strap-ons.

loosely based on this unhinged ask from the one and only, @zeezelweazel. enjoy.

“fuck mommy, please…”

Jill sucks harder on your breast, rolling the hard nipple between her teeth. Your hips speed up on her thigh, hands gripping the back of the couch. Jill spanked your ass hard and hummed around your breast in her mouth.

“Mm,” she hummed, eyes fluttering closed as she felt your slick build-up on her thigh.

Everyone knew Jill had an oral fixation. She always had something in her mouth, whether it was gum, a straw, a lollipop, or sometimes even her fingers. It didn’t help that in the bedroom, her mouth had to be biting or sucking or licking or nibbling on you. With her cock pounding into your pussy, she had her mouth latched onto you like a leech, leaving lasting marks all over. Nothing, however, satiated her more than using your mouth to her heart’s desire.

Jill pulled away and grinned as she watched your hips roll on top of her thigh, your hands pressed up against her strong stomach for some control. You whined above her, feeling your clit rock just right over her toned leg. She cooed and caressed the back of her fingers over your cheek.

“Does that feel good, pretty girl?” Jill whispered, her breath tickling your ear. You nodded and gripped her training shirt, thighs shaking as you were thrust toward your first orgasm.

“Please let me come, mommy…” you begged, thighs quivering harder as your hips began to stutter.

“You wanna come, baby? You getting close huh?” Jill teases, looking at your watery eyes with a smile on her face. You take a sharp breath and your bottom lip quivers, tears falling on her collarbones.

“P-Please mommy, I’ve been good!” you whine, gripping her shirt so tight your knuckles were white.

“Come,” she growled in your ear and you let go, choked moans stuttering out of your mouth. She held your hips and guided you, cooing soothingly in your ear.

Your slick pooled on her thigh in a sticky warm mess as she lifted you off her and ran her finger through it. You watched as she brought it up to your lips and without question, you wrapped your lips around it and sucked like your life depended on it.

Jill groaned deeply as you noisily sucked on her finger, eagerly swiping it through the rapidly drying mess a few times for you to clean up.

“Good girl,” she praised, watching as you settled yourself between her legs. Jill caressed your cheek with a refreshing tenderness, you watched as she carefully studied your expressions calculating her next move. She stood up and shrugged her underwear off before sitting down with her legs wide open.

“No touching, you got it?” she says, playing with herself slowly. You could see how wet she was, fingers soaked just a little as she teased her fingertips into herself. You drooled at the prospect of tasting her, mouth eager to please Jill.

She scooted closer to the edge of the couch and your head dove in eagerly, licking up her slick folds slowly. You moaned at the taste of her, hands kept tight behind your back obediently. Her big hands settled in your hair with a tight grip, jaw wrenched open in pleasure.

“Fuck, just like that lieveling,” Jill praised breathlessly, back arching off the couch a little. Her flexible hips ground up into your mouth eagerly, groaning your name softly. Your tongue flicked over her clit and sucked occasionally how she liked.

You moaned around her and look up at her, tongue slipping into her pussy slowly. She moaned and gripped your hair tighter, chasing her orgasm as she rode your tongue. Jill bit her bottom lip and rubbed her clit fast, moaning your name as she came. 

She pulled your head back and leaned forward, fingers pulling your jaw open. She spit into your mouth and kissed you feverishly, holding your face still. You moaned into her mouth before she stood, slapping your face lightly twice with a grin.

“Do not move.”

She disappeared into the bedroom quietly, ripping her shirt off as she turned the corner. You shifted gently on your knees to rid yourself of the numbness, hands still obediently behind your back interlaced together. The turntable was playing your favorite classic tunes as George Michael’s saxophone filled the room.  

You hummed along softly, waiting for Jill to get back and she soon did, wearing a red gartered lingerie set with her strap secured tightly around her hips. She sauntered back into the living room with a certain poise, the athlete simply overflowed with confidence. It made your pussy ache with a slightly painful throb, using all of your self-restraint to not rub your thighs together. Jill stood in front of you, her cock pressed up against your lips. She caressed your hair, the other hand tapping her cock on your lips.

“Open up, buttercup,” Jill asks nicely, pressing her hips forward gently. You moan softly as she pushes into your mouth, eyes focused on Jill’s. Her beautiful green eyes bore into yours, hips teetering gently like she was holding herself back. You tap her leg three times and she pulls away, cupping your cheeks with concern in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Let go, Jill.”

“What?”

“Just let go.”

She kisses your nose and nods, standing back up. Her expression changes in an instant, eyes darkening and her muscles tense up. She pulls your hair back, cock pressed right up against your lips again.

“Let’s try this again, shall we?” she taunts, wrenching your mouth open and spitting in it again. You swallow before she asks and she smiles, leaning close to your ear and whispering “Good girl,” before standing.

Her cock slips between your lips again, your throat taking her full length with ease. She moans and watches you, hands holding your head still before she fucks into your mouth. Jill throws her head back, hips fucking into your mouth hard. She grips your hair tight, groaning loudly as you gargle and choke.

“Taking it so well, baby,” Jill growls, pulling out of your mouth. She pulls you to your feet, cupping your face and kissing you hard. It’s sloppy and wet, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths. She pulls away first, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the bedroom. She pushes you face-first into the bed, sitting on the back of your thighs. She spanks your ass hard once on each cheek, groaning softly at the whimpers you let out.

“More, please mommy,” you mumble into the mattress, hands gripping the sheets. Jill kisses down your back, hands kneading your ass. She spanks you three more times on each side, watching your skin blossom up.

“So pretty,” she comments, hands caressing up your reddened skin. Your tense muscles relax just a little, thinking she was done before five much harder blows come down on your flared skin. You cry out for her and tear up just a little, feeling Jill’s teeth sink into your back. You shudder and tremble, feeling her cold hands rub over your ass again. It soothes the sting just enough, the tingling sensation running down your thighs.

Jill climbs off you and turns you over before settling in behind you. She pried your legs open and held you close, pulling out a vibrator from under her pillow. She kissed slowly along your nape, arms holding your legs open as the vibrator whirred to life in her palm.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me, darling?” she asks, trailing the toy along the inside of your thigh.

“Yes mommy, so good…” you whimper, tucking your head in her neck. She chuckles in your ear and you can hear her smiling, pressing a soft kiss to your ear before lightly dragging the toy over your sensitive folds. You jolt in her arms, feeling her free hand pressing your hips down. She’s much stronger and holds you down firmly, toned leg wrapping around yours as the toy suddenly catches on your clit.

“Fuck,” you groan, squirming in her arms. She laughs and presses the toy on your clit harder, feeling her pleasure double at seeing you struggling in her arms. She cooed at you and pulled the toy away, fingers slipping easily into your dripping cunt. She held you tighter in her arms, fingers pumping roughly into you, palm rubbing over your clit hard.

“Please mommy!” you cry, gripping the sheets hard. Jill was unrelenting, fingers so deep inside you it reached the webbing, curled hard right on your sweet spot.

“Right there, p-please!”

“Here, my love?” she teases, three of her fingers rubbing tight circles over your sweet spot. You nod and melt into her arms, eyes rolling into your head. The vibrator comes back and is turned up to the highest setting, sucking hard on your clit.

“Jes-FUCK!” you gasp, cumming hard on her fingers. She pulls them out and rubs her slick fingers over your clit hard. Your nails dug into her calves, little red crescent welts littering her skin.

“Good girl,” Jill whispers, tilting your head carefully as she kisses you. You can feel her strap wedged between your lower back, and you decide to take the initiative. Jill sits back and watches you kneel in front of her, reaching back to guide her cock into your wet hole. She runs her hands over your ass and hips, eyes fixed on your pussy taking her cock so easily.

“Oh fuck…” she groans, her eyes slowly getting darker and darker. You moan when you bottom out, feeling her hips meet your ass. You whine and take a minute to adjust, feeling her cock fill you to the brim. Her now warm hand rests on the small of your back, lips littering kisses all over your back.

“Take your time, princess,” she says as your arms slowly lay themselves out for you to lean on. You slowly begin to ride her, ass hitting her thighs with a loud smack each time. The spanks she gave you tingle a little with each stroke, sending waves of pleasure throughout your whole body.

Jill suddenly gets impatient and her desire to use you takes over; she manhandles you onto your stomach and slides into your pussy without giving you time to miss her cock. Her hips pound into you like no tomorrow, jackhammering into you like a teenager who’s fucking someone for the first time. It does its job of not giving you much pleasure but riles you up nonetheless, which is exactly how she liked you.

She pulls out and turns you onto your back, fucking her cock back into you roughly. You moan her name and throw your head back in pleasure, Jill’s hips angled up into your sweet spot this time.

“Fuck me hard baby,” you beg, “fuck me hard!”

Jill grins maniacally, holding herself up over you as her hips rail into you hard. Your throat closes up and you feel lightheaded, the pleasure clouding your senses. She kisses you and you feel her lips, kissing back fervently as she wraps her hand around your throat. You feel pure euphoria, head floating mindlessly in a cloud of pleasure. Jill is right there with you, hurling you head first into the most intense orgasm of the night. You’re sure you see actual stars or god himself, your entire body tensing as raw sexual ecstasy runs through your veins, muttering her name over and over the whole thirty seconds you come.

“Oh my god,” exclaims Jill with a chuckle in her voice, hips stuttering as the friction from fucking you and the orgasm you just put a show on for her send her into a world of pleasure of her own. Your mouths find each other and you kiss for what seems like hours, the soft smacking of lips and the little whines that leave your mouth fill the room as Jill teases you with the gentle grind of her hips. You smack her chest and she pulls out, leaving a kiss in the middle of your chest.

You lay there and stare at the ceiling while catching your breath. You can hear Jill in the kitchen making tea, hearing her swear a few times as the kettle accidentally burns her. She comes back 10 minutes later with a piping hot mug of jasmine tea and an energy bar.

She carefully undresses and sits with you, breaking off pieces of the energy bar to feed you. The taste of cranberries in the bar and the delightful smell of jasmine bring you out of your slight haze, along with the smell of Jill. You nuzzled into her, inhaling her sweet and unique scent of coconut and roses.

“Love you,” you whispered to her and she smiled, giving you a soft peck on your lips. You didn’t need to hear it back but she said it in more ways than one tonight. Finishing your tea, she carefully takes the glass from you and helps you to your feet.

In one clean swoop, she sweeps you off your feet, heading straight for the bathroom. You hold on and leave little kisses on her nape, hearing her chuckle fondly. Jill sets you on the toilet seat and turns the shower on, throwing in a rejuvenating shower bomb. You hug her middle and she caresses your hair, raking her fingers through to get all the knots out. Her skin is warm and smells faintly of the washing detergent you use, the steam from the shower billowing around you.

Jill scrubs every inch of your skin with care and doesn’t miss a single strand of hair as she runs conditioner through your locks after shampooing gently. She lets you wash her hair but refuses to let you scrub her with the loofah, citing that your slightly wobbly legs and a slightly claustrophobic shower were not a good combination. You pouted and she kissed it away, wrapping you up in the fluffiest towel in the apartment.

You did each other’s skincare routine and she carried you back to bed, thanking her former horny brain-self for laying down a towel before you fucked.

Now nestled under the covers with her head on your chest, the warmth of her skin penetrates yours. It sends a calm over you, eyes quickly becoming drowsier and drowsier. Jill nuzzles into your neck, pressing one last kiss to your jaw. You settle, hearing her voice before falling straight to sleep.

“Goodnight, my perfect girl. Sweet dreams.”

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my god my god my god my god

occupied // sam kerr

summary; in which, sam recognises the hotel housekeepers face, and when she walks in on sam in a compromised position, she sees if she fancies giving her a helping hand.

warnings; cocky!sam, dom!sam, sub!reader, oral, fingering, spitting, finger gagging, language, strap ons, penatrative sex, multiple orgasms, i think that's it lol. this hasnt been proofread so i apologise for spelling errors/things not making sense. i got very overwhelmed at the end of this and i just wanted to get it out. thank u to @landopeaches for being my hypewoman every single time x

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as you pushed your trolley down the hall, you noticed how quiet it was, with most of the guests still sleeping, and while you wished you were still sleeping, your shift had just begun.

your job was inarguably one of the most boring, mundane jobs in the world, but the money was enough to keep you afloat and if any relitively nice or unused clothes, jewelry or cosmetics were left in rooms, you normally kept them for yourself which was really the only bonus. that, and you got free use of the bar, pool, gym and sauna.

most people that stayed in the hotel would have a paper hanger on the door if they were still using their room, whether they were there or not, although some rooms were just luck of the draw. you could swing open that door and wouldn't know whether you'd see a dead body or a couple going at it, although it was entertaining regardless.

room 724 didn't have a hanger on it's door, and so you figured you'd at least try it. regardless of whether somebody was in there or not, they'd probably be sleeping, or be down at breakfast, or in the gym round the corner. at least, that's what you thought.

oh, how wrong you were.

"oh, f-fuck."

sam's fingers were shaking as she pushed her shorts down her legs with one hand while the other stayed tucked into her underwear. she wasn't sure what came over her that morning, maybe it was the newfound freedom of single life, or the strap-on and toys she had sitting on the shelf in front of her that filled her head with past memories, or the pretty girl she saw at the pool the day before who she hadn't been able to stop thinking about.

it didn't matter in the long run, not really. she was horny and she was desperate for an orgasm.

her fingers brushed her clit multiple times in quick succession and she pulled a lip between her teeth. she wasn't sure why she felt as if she had to be quiet, she'd fucked many different women in this hotel and hadn't had any complaints from her neighbours when they walked out with shaky legs after screaming repeatedly for a few hours.

if the walls were thick enough for her to fuck screamers, they were thick enough for her to sort herself out.

"fuckin' hell," she breathed, allowing her fingers to slip through her own folds and feel herself up. her breath continued to shake, and a moan left her lips when she added another finger to the pressure on her clit.

her free hand felt a bit left out - sam wasn't really one for stimulating her own chest, she normally had a pretty girl on top of her that she could easily slide up onto her face high enough to suck one of her nipples into her mouth and feel the slick of their pussy grinding on her stomach. just the image of that alone sparked a fire inside of sam's body, and her fingers picked up the pace at the thought.

"mhm, o-oh, god," she whimpered, bucking her hips up into her hand and admiring the reflection of her muscles flexing in the mirror beside the bed. "can't cum yet, no matter how good i am."

at least she made herself laugh.

she was really finding her groove, and getting into the rhythm of her fingers, so much so that she didn't even hear the door latch unlocking.

at first, you didn't hear the moaning or the slight creak of the bed, and in a way, you're glad you didn't. she was the hot girl from the pool you'd been eyeing up yesterday. you continued to walk through, only to find her with her shorts round her ankles and her hand in her pants. she was shirtless, completely naked from the waist up and it made your mind spiral.

she still looked as if she'd not been awake very long, her hair still scruffy in a low ponytail and her cheeks and eyes still slightly puffy from sleep, and a glass of water sat untouched on the bedside table along with a mobile phone.

it impressed you that she could get off with just her imagination.

you were so bewildered by the sight in front of you it was as if your feet were glued to the ground, you couldn't move from that spot. even when she noticed you, standing their in your maid outfit. she thought it was a joke, that the people in the rooms next door had heard her moans, and sent up an escort knowing she was alone in the room. that was, until she saw the hotel's name embroidered into the top of the dress.

"oh, uh, s-sorry, i'll... i'll come back later."

at first, she was confused, almost agitated that the housekeeper had come in and interrupted her, and she almost, very nearly, pulled her hand from her underwear and phoned down to reception. that was, until she recognised your face.

the pretty girl from the pool. the one she couldn't stop thinking of. the one she envisioned on top of her, leaving a wet, sticky patch on her skin. she smirked.

"no, you're alright, darlin'," she shifted, her hand still in her pants and brushing against her clit as she moved, "you're the girl from the pool, yeah?"

"uh.. yeah. from yesterday."

"and is this a set up? are you an escort or something? or do you actually work here?"

"well, judging by that," you gestured to the cleaning cart down the side of the room, blocking the entrance, "i'd say i work here."

"great, i don't have to ask you to lock the door behind you then."

your eyebrows furrowed and you looked at her, confused. "i beg your pardon?"

she pulled her hand from her underwear and sucked a finger into her mouth, tasting herself on her fingertips. you couldn't deny the sight before you was already sending heat to your pussy, and you also couldn't deny that she was one of the hottest girls you'd ever laid eyes on.

"help me out, love," she said, so simply, so effortlessly, so desperately, before taking the same finger back into her mouth. "give me a couple of orgasms and i'll give you a pretty good tip."

you hummed, thinking over her offer. "what's in it for me?"

"i just told you," she pushed her legs open further and your head began to spin, "a pretty good tip."

silence fell among you both for a minute as you pondered the offer again. a pretty good tip in her words could've been ten percent or it could've been fifty. or, if your mouth was as good as you knew it was, who knows? maybe you could negotiate the offer.

"if the tips not good enough for you," you expected her to throw the offer away, telling you to forget it if her offer wasn't to your liking, "then i'll fuck you, make you cry, give you a shag that'll be enough to have you desperate for more of me."

"sounds like you're begging."

"do you want to take up the offer or not?"

silence fell again, and for a moment she expected you to turn and run, and you did turn; but to look at her collection of toys on the shelf. she smirked when you bent down slightly to inspect them further, plus, it meant she got to see your arse.

"so, i give you a couple of orgasms, you'll give me a pretty good tip," you hummed, and pulled a dildo from her collection, "and you'll fuck me with this one, how does that sound?"

she smirked and sucked another one of her fingers into her mouth. she knew your answer was yes when you started to pull your apron from the back of your dress, and she watched it fall to the floor.

"it sounds excellent, darlin'," she hummed, "but what doesn't sound good is this little attitude you've got. you're here to help me out, not the other way around. no orgasm, no fuck. understand?"

your underwear were soaked through by this point, and you nodded.

"need to hear you say it, darling."

"i-i understand."

"good," she pulled her finger from her mouth with a pop, "c'mon then, get your dress off, show me those pretty tits and get up on the bed."

you did as she asked, slipping the dress off over your head and taking your bra with it, leaving you stripped to just your underwear, small heeled black shoes and suspenders, which, of course, she wanted you to keep on.

she rested her back against the headboard and you didn't waste any time, your lips immediately pressing into her thighs. she halted your movements for a second and shifted across the bed, in which you followed. at the time, you weren't sure why but you later found out that it was so she could look at the reflection of your behind in the mirror.

she pressed her hand to your jawbone and you looked up at her, "sam, by the way, remember that for later," she shot you a smirk, "and i didn't see the badge on your name because i was too eager to see your tits."

"y/n." you replied, purposely arching your back lower so that she could get a better view in the mirror.

your lips gravitated back towards her inner thighs, your fingers grazing the line of her underwear. she was clearly not in the mood to be teased judging by her hand on your head and her agitated tension, and you wanted a fuck so you stopped.

but, not completely.

your tongue grazed her clit through the soft material of her pants, making an immediate wet patch and she jolted back. your hands pushed at her thighs and spread them apart further so you had enough space to work your magic.

a moan left her lips at your messy, spit covered face. her underwear was completely soaked with your spit, and she rolled her eyes back into her head when you pulled at the material between your fingers and watched as it split in two, leaving enough room down the middle for you to do what you had to do.

"covered in spit already, babe, hm?"

you nodded, a slight hum noise coming from your mouth and reverberating around her vagina, making her squirm underneath you. immediately, she couldn't figure out whether she regretted her decision on fucking you, or whether she thought it was the best thing she'd ever conjured up.

either way, her orgasm was fast approaching.

you hadn't eaten pussy for a while and your jaw was beginning to ache, but you weren't prepared to give up now. one hand slipped between your body and hers, and you spread her lips apart giving yourself more room to work with, and she moaned again, much louder this time.

"gonna make me cum, darlin'."

"already? god, you really were desperate, weren't you, hm?"

"three strikes and you're walking back to reception without your clothes on, y/n," she leaned over your body and slapped your arse, it was loud and the sound ricocheted around the room, leaving a harsh, bright red sting. "that's strike one. don't make me slap you again."

you moaned against her pussy and the vibration rippled through her body and you could feel the muscles of her pubic bone, thighs and stomach all tensing against your skin, and you smirked against her pussy as you continued to eat her out, purposely making your movements loud and sloppy so she could hear them reverberating around her ears for months to come.

"oh, fuck," she cursed, a hand flying to your hair and bunching it in a ponytail, "i'm gonna.. oh, fuck, you're gonna make me-"

"cum for me, sam."

"fuck," she hissed, her hips grinding down on your face as her orgasm rippled over her body, her stomach muscles involuntarily convulsing as her body reeled from the effects of her long awaited orgasm. "oh, jesus christ."

she pulled your head up and admired your skin, glistening with her juices and it was an image that was forever engraved in her brain. she leaned down and carefully, delicately kissed your lips, so as not to ruin the masterpiece her body had made across your face.

you hummed when she pulled away, and followed her lips back up to the pillows, where you instinctively pressed your lips back up against hers and slipped your tongue into her mouth. she allowed the experience, and brought a hand up to the base of your neck where she applied light pressure.

her tongue slipped between your mouth and for a minute you thought about biting her lip and silently scolding her for the move, but you only had two strikes left and the wet patch in your underwear was threatening to seep onto the bedsheets any minute.

you moaned at the pressure on your neck combined with the touch of her tongue on yours and she smirked against your lips, desperate to pull more of the noise from your body. you pulled away first, in desperate need to take a breath.

"lay down, sam," you sucked on the space of skin just below her ear, your words igniting a fire inside her body, "i wanna make you cum again."

she was so used to being the one on top, the one who made other girls feel good that this was a nice surprise. although, the pair of you knew that she was the one in charge, not the other way around.

she laid herself back down, and you immediately cocooned your body around one side of hers, your naked chest resting on her arm and one leg draped over hers as you pushed her muscular calves apart with your foot. your head buried itself in the crook of her neck and you sucked yet another spot under her neck, allowing a bruise to bloom under your teeth.

she moaned breathily, and your hand lowered itself over her exceptionally toned body, travelling lower until your delicate hand was hovering over her tanned skin, the angle of your hand accentuating the v-line leading down to her pubic bone and it made your clit twitch.

your lips trailed down to her collarbone, and slowly and softly, you started to suck on the skin of her chest. she shifted slightly, adjusting to the feeling of your lips edging closer and closer to her nipple, while your fingers carefully brushed against her clit.

she whimpered, but you shushed her with a soft coo, and carried on with your movements. her pussy was wet, coating your fingers in her own lubricant that made it much easier to explore, while your tongue carefully circled a nipple and it left her reeling.

"f-fuck, oh my god," she groaned, her muscles already shaking and tensing out of sheer pleasure, "feels so good, baby, don't stop."

you hummed, and instinctively bucked your hips into her thigh so she could get an insight into how wet your pussy was too, and it made her chuckle softly.

"so wet for each other, aren't we baby?" she spoke softly, "want me to touch your clit too?"

you nodded slightly too eagerly, with her nipple in your mouth, and she shifted her arm so it was stretched just enough to be able to brush your clit every few moments. you wanted more, so much more, but you knew to be grateful rather than greedy if you still wanted your fuck.

as soon as her finger circled your clit, you let out a big whimpery moan, desperate for more, but then she pinched your bum with her free hand and you knew you had to carry on. her hips began to buck when you sped up the movement of your fingers, adding a second to the pressure point on her clit that left her reeling for more.

you knew she wouldn't be long, and you were desperate to get it over with so you could get your kicks, while also wanting her to enjoy the experience and have it leave a lingering impact.

her breathing laboured as you sucked the other nipple into your mouth, and weaved your free hand between your bodies so you could stimulate her other one at the same time, so she had everything going on all at once that was enough to overstimulate her and give her exactly what she wanted all at once.

she started to grind down on your fingers, much like she did with your face, and her free hand grabbed your wrist and held it flush against her body.

"want me to cum again, hm, baby?"

you nodded, a gasp escaping your lips as she added another finger to the pressure on your clit, mirroring what you'd done to her. "y-yes," you choked, "cum all over my hand, p-please."

the sound of your broken voice, the whimpers tumbling from your lips, she found it all too much and couldn't help herself when her second orgasm rippled through her body. she practically growled, her body igniting in flames.

she looked hot underneath you, your eyes scanning over her body with eagerness as her orgasm rocked through her. you pulled a lip between your teeth and watched with admirable eyes right up until the aftershocks of her orgasm faded away.

"hey," she laughed, "you're good at that, aren't you, darlin'?"

"not just a pretty face, sam."

"no, you most certainly are not," she spun around so she was on her side, and allowed you to fall to your back against the mattress, "i wonder if your pussy is as pretty as your face, hm?"

she slid your pants down your thighs until they pooled at your ankles, and she admired the glisten of your wet pussy that shone in the sunlight, and didn't waste any time in getting a taste of you.

"oh... oh my.... s-sam, you're..."

"i'm a woman of my word, babe," she pulled away from your pussy and kissed across the inside of your thighs, "i'll fuck you, i will, but i just need to open you up first, hm? make sure you're nice and wet for my cock, darling."

you nodded, wriggling around on the bed until she stilled you. the anticipation was agonizing. she stilled you with a hand over your stomach, and her tongue moved back to circle your clit, the fingers from her other hand trailing around the lips of your pussy.

you were desperate, aching for the feeling of her fingers inside of you, and so repeatedly teased with circles around your hole, until eventually she slipped them in. one, at first, gently stretching you out with an expert finger.

this was in fact, not her first rodeo.

"tastes so sweet baby, you wanna taste?"

"mhm, please," you hummed.

sam's fingers pressed in and out of you, in and out, in and out, until she gathered enough of your wetness, and you opened your mouth thinking she was going to stick her fingers on your tongue. only she didn't, she licked her own fingers clean and you sat there with furrowed brows until her body drew closer to yours.

she pried open your jaw and spat your juices into your own mouth which left you spiraling. she held your mouth open and let your tongue hang out over your lip, and she continued to spit into your mouth until your tongue was covered in her own saliva.

"what a pretty little spit painted picture you are, y/n," she teased before her fingers slid down your throat and gagged you. you choked around her fingers and instinctively grabbed her wrist, "you got a safeword in mind?"

you nodded and she carried on, her fingers sliding down your throat until the muscles contracted and you gagged, spluttering and coughing when her hand pulled its way back out. her lips pressed against yours in a sloppy, wet kiss and her still-wet fingers slid between your folds and they slid inside you so much easier now.

"oh, f-fuck, sam, y-you feel so... your fingers..."

she smirked, that was the kind of moaning she was used to.

her thumb rubbed your clit aggressively and her fingers continued to curl in and out of your pussy so to stretch you out, getting you ready for her cock.

your whimpers and moans were enough to send her into overdrive, and she knew she couldn't handle it much longer. she pulled her fingers out of you and pulled her lips away from yours, and you lay there, fucked out, when she'd barely even touched you.

"keep playing with your pussy while i do this, babe," she rolled her eyes when you mewled at the loss of contact and pinched your cheeks together, "or else you're getting fucking nothing."

"o-okay."

you did as she said and pressed two fingers against your clit, carefully applying pressure that made your head spin. you watched sam get up from the bed and immediately pull her legs through the harness on the shelf. you couldn't help but squirm and moan as you watched her from behind, the view of her front in the mirror as she looped the loops so effortlessly.

"you okay there, baby?"

"i... fuck, i need you so bad, sam."

she turned over her shoulder to watch you as her hands continued to loop the loops and tie the knots, and she smirked. "i know, baby, i know," she grabbed the dildo from the bed, "my cock's almost ready for you, isn't it, darling? hm? you keeping your pussy nice and wet for daddy?"

you froze. just for a moment. at the word she'd given herself, unsure what to make of the situation. and then a moan tumbled from your lips. it was hot, really.

"y-yeah, daddy."

"good girl," she turned around once the dildo was secured, and grabbed the lube from the many different trinkets on her shelf and moved over to the bed, "show me your pussy, baby."

your hands spread your pussy apart right in front of her, allowing her full access. she pumped lube into her hand and spread it all across the base of her cock - not that she really needed it, you were already wet enough, but she just liked to put on a show.

she crawled up the bed on her knees to you until she was kneeling between your legs, and in your desperation you hooked your legs around hers and pulled her in. she chuckled at your eagerness.

your breathing was laboured as you watched her balancing herself on her knees and getting into a comfortable position. she guided her dick to your wet folds and allowed herself to tease you, just for a minute, and her lips locked into yours as she slid inside of you.

immediately, you gasped as every inch slid inside of you piece by piece. "oh, oh, fuck," you whined, "i knew you'd have insane dick game."

her hands spread your thighs apart further, and her strokes became deeper as she fought to hit every spot. you couldn't stop the whines and whimpers that escaped your lips, tumbling out of your mouth with every turn.

your legs wrapped around her waist, leaving her body flush against yours and trapping her in so she had to finish the job she'd promised. your bodies were slick with sweat, and it was arguably some of the best sex you'd ever had.

"your pussy is so fucking wet, y/n," she grunted, pulling out all the way and rubbing the tip of her cock along your clit, before pushing back in, "and yet it's still so fucking tight."

you nodded, moaning deliriously as she hooked one of your legs over her shoulder, allowing the stretch to become deeper, harder, stronger.

"it's still a pussy that was made for you, daddy," you breathed, wrapping an arm around her neck and pulling her down to your lips, "don't you agree?"

sam made a noise akin to a growl, her teeth coming into contact with your bottom lip, biting and tugging on the flesh as if it were her own to play with.

"yeah," she grunted, "my perfect little pussy."

you moaned, raising your back up off the bed and pressing your chest up against hers. her fingers drew messy circles around your clit and you began clenching around her cock, the butterflies in your stomach beginning to swarm.

"sam... 'm gonna, i don't think i..."

"surely you're not going to cum already, darling? i haven't even turned you over yet."

with that, sam pulled out and spun you around, your head pressed into the pillows. she moved you how she wanted you, her perfectly eager little doll, with your arms up on your back and your arse up in the air, giving her leverage to grip your arms as she fucked you full force.

one hand gripped your wrists, while the other spread apart your cheeks as best she could, and as you felt a dribble of spit travelling down from your bum to your pussy you whined and writhed.

"stop being so dramatic, darling," she pinched your bum, "please just let me fuck you."

your words jumbled in the pillowcase and sam didn't have the patience to stop and ask you what it was. she wanted to see you cumming and she wanted to be the one to do it. her thrusts were rapid, the consistent rhythm making you dizzy, and you didn't think you'd be able to keep your composure for much longer.

"sam... s-sam, please, i-i can't..."

"what do you want, pretty girl? hm? you gonna tell me?"

"i... i need to... please let me cum," you struggled with your words through the relentless thrusting of her hips but you were teetering on the edge and you physically couldn't hold it much longer. "please."

your pussy clenched around her dick and she knew you wouldn't last much longer, "seeing as you asked so nicely, my darling, why don't you cum all over my cock."

your hands gripped at nothing, and you'd be left with the sting of your fingernails digging into your skin for hours to come, but you didn't really care in that moment. sam continued to fuck you through your orgasm, her mind reeling as you practically exploded all over her.

every moan and whimper you had rolled into one and your words became incoherent from just before your orgasm hit you, to until you'd ridden it out.

sam pulled her cock out of your pussy and it was followed by a little trickle of juices, which she immediately bent down to lick up. you shuddered and instinctively moved your body away, and she noticed this, patting you on the leg softly.

"i'm still here, until next wednesday," she said after a few minutes of silence, sliding some shorts on over her strap-on, "i was just wondering if you fancied doing this again?"

"gonna tip me every time? seeing as you think i'm an escort," you both laughed and she handed you your clothes as you sat round the side of the bed, "no, that would be nice. but, maybe not while i'm working."

she smirked. "what time does your shift finish?"

"probably about one thirty, providing i don't get fired."

"don't worry," she threw a shirt on over her head, "i'll make sure to give you a glowing review."

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Hiii when is part 4 of in the cards coming out! Highly invested :)

Hi guys!

i am currently on holiday howeverrrrr i am going to try and get it out before the end of the week <3

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too fucking hot

Delay|| alexia putellas x reader

prompt: Flight cancellation isn’t ideal, especially when you had been teasing Alexia all day.

warnings: mdni 18+ only, smut with basically no plot. dom!Alexia, sub!reader, fingering, strap-ons, praise kink, dirty talk, choking, orgasm denial

“On your knees, clothes off,” she demanded when the two of you entered the rented hotel room for the night. Her patience had run out. All day you had been teasing Alexia in hopes that when you landed in Cancun, she would fuck you senseless on the private beach you two had rented. But unfortunately your flight had been cancelled and rescheduled for tomorrow morning, and you knew you weren’t going to get off the hook that easy.

The heated look in Alexia’s eyes tells you that you are in trouble, you had gone too far, adrenaline surges through your body. You feel a pulse between your legs.

Quickly following her direct instructions, stripping down to nothing and knelt, not wanting to make her any madder than she already seemed to be. You had been disobedient and put yourself in this situation, and it was up to Alexia to put you back in your place.

Alexia shuffled around her bag, looking for the new toy she had excitedly brought in hopes to test it out on vacation. It was thicker and longer than a few of the other ones the both of you had grown accustomed to. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt and stepped out of her pants as you watched, she placed the harness on and made her way back towards you. Your skin heats up and your cheeks are burning, the strap now within mere inches of your face seemed, no you knew it was much bigger than you were used too.

“You naughty girl. You thought you could tease me all day and get away with it?” she growled out. Alexia’s dark eyes only turned you on more. The dark light in the hotel room accentuated Alexia's defined core muscles and tan skin.

Her jaw was clenched, you could tell she was pissed. Pissed with the way you flirted with the TSA worker within earshot of her. Pissed at the way you absentmindedly sought any way to touch the midfielder, running your fingers dangerously higher and higher on her thigh as you waited to board.

“You’re going to take every inch of it in your pretty little mouth. Be a good girl for me and I will think about rewarding you after.” It wasn’t every day that you pushed your dominant’s buttons, a usually well behaved good submissive girl for the brunette. She lightly brushed your cheek, a quick head nod told you to begin.

A pleased hum left the midfielder’s mouth as you spit and began taking the tip into your mouth. Using your tongue to trace imaginary lines up and down, never breaking eye contact. She watched completely mesmerized as you hollow out your cheeks every so often to feel each and every groove of the silicone. Taking matters into her own hands, Alexia’s short and slow strokes turned long and quick, intertwining her long fingers in your hair and grabbing a chunk to guide your mouth as she fucked your throat. 

“Just like that, good girl,” cupping your chin to guide the strap into your mouth as spit dribbles down the corners of your lips. 

“Taking all of it like such a filthy slut,” with each quick thrust she was hitting the back of your throat forcing you to gag and tears to swell into your eyes. 

You were a gagging, sputtering mess. A long line of spit connected your now puffy red lips to the strap. Your eyes widened and glossed over as you looked at Alexia’s half-lidded gaze from how deep her cock hits the back of your throat.

Your knees were sore from the rough hotel carpet and your jaw ached from the way it was slacked open as wide as you could manage, but still you continued. Tonight did not seem like the night to disobey the midfielder or piss her off more than you already had. Alexia pulled out of your mouth in one quick motion and threw your body as if you weighed nothing onto the bed. You watched her carefully crawl towards your body beneath her. 

“You love it when I use your holes hmm.” 

She quickly spreads your thighs roughly wide open, leaving you completely spread open for the Spaniard. She buried her pointer finger first deep inside your glistening cunt as she was met with no resistance. You were dripping waiting for Alexia to finally fill you up. A string of needy moans left your mouth.

“So fucking ready for me baby. Look at how wet you are,” gathering your slick arousal. Alexia’s other arm wrapped around your waist as she increased her pace, fucking you faster and harder into the mattress. Stretching you out with each stroke, skillfully curling her fingers upwards.

“Oh fuck,” whimpering out as your legs shook and you could begin to feel the small coil in your lower abdomen and your muscles tighten. The only sounds in the hotel room were the needy moans leaving your mouth and the pumping of Alexia's fingers pumping into you. 

Your breathing quickly began ragged and uneven, hoping to feel a release soon. Alexia uses her palm to lightly graze your clit every so often forcing your back to arch higher off the bed. She worked you up with two fingers, eventually adding the third.

“There you go pretty girl, taking my fingers like a slut,” as you clenched around the now four long fingers in your cunt. Using her thumb to flick your swollen bud.

Your body was pulsating with each pound Alexia took. Her biceps bulged and you could see every muscle in her core was tense. Alexia’s larger frame on top of yours made you feel minuscule under her as she used your body like a toy.

She was nearly knuckles deep when she begins to use her tongue to attack your clit as your hips buck upwards into her face. You writhed under her, using your hands to grip the satin white sheets on the bed to gain some sort of control over the ache between your thighs.

“Please let me come,” you panted out, not sure how much longer you would be able to last. All of a sudden, Alexia pulled out of you completely right as you were chasing climax. The once building orgasm slipped from you with each passing second. You knew you weren’t going to get off the easy.

“No please please Ale, I was close,” you desperately whined, hoping to use your thighs to get some sort of friction but Alexia had them stationed down with her strong hands with her nails digging into your skin, leaving little indents. You were nearly one thrust away to tumble over the edge, but she was denying you that sweet, sweet release with a devilish grin.

“Look at you. All desperate and needy. Only good girls get to come. Oh baby girl, I think I’m going to have a great time with you,” she cooed. She takes the head of her cock and teases your highly sensitive clit, gliding it up and down your slit before working you open.

“I can be a good girl, please Alexia, I will be a good girl,” you begged. Your voice was raspy and sore. You already knew tonight would be spent begged Alexia for an orgasm, she seemed insistent on edging you all night long after all your teasing. Your mind was clouded and all you could pinpoint was how badly you needed to come.

She hooks your thighs around her waist as she slowly rocks her hips to fill your pussy up to the brim, stretching you out inch by inch. She was taking everything painfully slow, watching as your pretty pink hole clenched each she pulled out with each stroke.

“You feel so good. I’ll take care of you, eventually” Alexia moaned as you take every inch of her full length. She sucked hard on your warm skin, leaving small dark bruises down your neck and chest. “Kiss me,” a breathy demand from her as your lips met. Nipping your bottom lip earning a desperate, filthy noise from you. 

“I want more, please, give me more,” a sweet little cry. Tears continued to spill out from your glazed over eyes. She was fucking you deep and rough trying to push you over the edge. You braced yourself for yet another orgasm denial. 

“Give me one good reason, and I will.” She was testing your limits tonight, showing you exactly who you belonged too. You threw your head back onto the pillow in frustration. Alexia alternating between thrusting and grinding into you while giving your clit stimulation. 

“Look at you, baby. You’re doing so good. Aren’t you my good girl?” Just as before, right as the waves of fire pooled in your abdomen, Alexia pulled out as the burn in your center ignited. Trying to pull her back in as she slapped your grabby hands away.

“Please! Give it to me,” you desperately choked out.

Your bud was swollen peeking out over your hood when Alexia began drawing small circles causing you to try to pull away from the girl. You cry out as your hips jolt out, a combination of sensitivity and the brutal pace of Alexia’s nimble point finger. She sprayed her hand palm down on your stomach forcing you into the mattress.

“I want you to ride my cock. Be a good girl and ride my cock and I’ll let you come.” Alexia’s dark pupils were completely dilatated, a hungry look of lust. 

You quickly settle into her lap, using her strong muscular thighs for balance. She guides the toy through your folds, shuttering as she roughly taps your clit. Taking a shallow breath as you sink fully flush onto her. Letting her fill you up as the pain quickly turns to a need for pleasure as you begin riding her.

“Fuck baby,” you mewled out. 

You ached for a release, throwing your head backwards at the Alexia filled you completely. She uses her right hand to push her fingers along your throat forcing you to look down at her. Adding more pressure against your neck to coax your pace on her cock.

“Look at me,” she demanded, “I want to watch you come on my cock.” Locked eyes with Alexia only spurs you on faster.

Alexia’s large hands roamed your lower back to grip your ass and guide you along the strap, earning a low, rough grunt from you. Smoothing her palm over your backside before she begins attacking your backside with a quick spank. It at first stings as you cry out, but quickly turns to pleasure because of how incredibly turned on you are. With her back against the headboard and you balanced on her thighs, she had you flushed against her frame. Using her glossy lips to latch onto each breast, running her tongue along your nipples until they are fully perked in front of her. 

“That’s good, baby, keep doing that,” she encouraged. With Alexia’s hands firm on your hips now, you are able to find a steady rhythm bouncing on the toy, her cock sliding in and out of your wet folds with ease.

You were a whining and moaning mess riding Alexia. Your lips were swollen from kissing, your cheeks were burned red, and there was a sheet of sweat on your forehead. You were entirely fucked out, shaking from the urge to release. You shudder and moan loudly at the erotic sensation.

“Ale please,” you rasped out, “I can’t hold back anymore," on the brink of an orgasm, begging she finally let you topple over the edge.

The pretty little noises leaving your mouth and your blissed-out expression spreading all over your face indicates to Alexia that you are close. Coming close to losing composure.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you? Taking me so well. Do it. Come.”

A few final bounces and wetness spills out onto her as your thighs shake thunderously. After nearly being edged all night your vision fades to black. Alexia holds her body upright with her hands on your thighs, coaxing you through your orgasm. Sending you higher and higher into pure bliss. 

Pulling you into a soft kiss as you fall into a limp mess on top of her. “I said I’d take care of you, did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?” She pulls you into her arms, letting you relax into her body, resting your face into the crook of her neck.

#never wanted to become the reader more in my life

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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.”

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mary is dating a woman named kitty forrest

someone tell me more, even if its a reach, i love shit like this

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been my favourite project to date

in the cards... (with @br7ght)

inspiration & explanation

captain's night out , pt.2 - alexia putellas x lucy bronze

basking in the morning glow - jenni hermoso x alexia putellas x reader

i want to be yours (and yours only) - ona batlle x lucy bronze

brats, buy one get one free - jenni hermoso x alexia putellas x reader

i love you (i'm sorry) - lucy bronze x reader

resolutions & revelations | part I

race against the body clock | part II

part III

part IV

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just to make this abundantly clear.

if you’re a minor, i don’t want you interacting with this blog. at all. even if you aren’t reading the smut i write.

the idea of people under 18 interacting with my blog makes me feel icky. please respect the boundaries that writers set.

if i realize someone following me is under 18, i will block them.

that’s all :)

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In the cards (part 2) jenni hermoso x alexis putellas x lucy bronze x ona batlle x reader

Race Against the Body Clock

summary: part 2 of the orgy fic, enjoy lovelies

warnings: orgasm race, fingering, oral sex, praise, fight for dominance

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

co-author: @occasionallyaurora

part 1

part 3 will be up tomorrow <3

The room stood calm, for the moment being, air still thick with sexual tension. You sat in desperation between Alexia’s legs, head resting on her chest as she stroked her fingers through the lengths of your hair. Your body facing away from the other three, not taking to the group environment as much as Ona was. The freckled brunette was still lying against the coffee table, dress hitched up to her waist, and arousal dripping down between her legs.

Lucy reaches for the deck of cards, it’s now her turn. She smirks at Ona as her hand purposefully grazes past her body to reach them. The woman’s eyes gleamed at the words she held in front of her, sending a devilish look towards Alexia. Lucy knew that this was a card of the blonde’s own creation.

“Race against the body’s clock,” Lucy’s smirk grows. “First to make their girlfriend orgasm wins.”

The words barely process in your brain. You look at the competitiveness surging through the two dark haired women, now glaring at the other like they’re lifelong enemies. Alexia leans back, already enjoying the competition before her. She’s looking rather pleased with herself, the card had worked and she was about to see it take place in front of her.

“Well, what does the winner get?” Jenni asks curiously, her line of vision flicking between you, Alexia, and Lucy. Jenni’s eyes are dark, brimming with confidence, knowing that she could easily win this competition; especially if you had just been edged. She knew your body too well. If there was enough motivation, Jenni could make you cum in under a minute.

“I don’t think you will need to worry about that.” Lucy’s eyes narrow at Jenni, before her eyes find Ona’s. She’s now sat up, gazing longingly at her girlfriend as a result of the previously spoken words.

“Why don’t you both get on with the challenge and I’ll figure out the prize for our lucky winner,” Alexia teases, wanting nothing more than for Jenni and Lucy to get on with it so she can watch it all play out. The blonde watches as Lucy peeks in several of the coffee table drawers, eventually circling back to the center one and plucking a small bullet vibrator that had caught her eye. She hands the toy to Alexia with a wink.

“Let’s make the view a bit more interesting for you too.” Jenni seethed as Lucy spoke, cocking her head to the side before shaking in disbelief. She wanted to have the control, but Lucy fucking Bronze was not going to fall easily into the little box. Alexia’s cheeks flushed pink as she grabbed the vibrator and slides it in place below the waistband of her underwear in preparation.

“Did you enjoy having Lucy’s hands on you?” Jenni’s now focuses her attention on you, and your head immediately turns to face her. She’s raised herself from the armchair and walked towards you. A hungry expression filling her face as she licks her lips. Jenni tilts your head up using two fingers under your chin, but your breath hitches as the hand slides down to your throat, eventually settling. Her fingers squeeze gently causing you to whimper. “Answer me.” The grip tightens ever so slightly.

“Yes,” you answer honestly. Your brain didn’t quite process the question while you were more focused on Jenni’s hand around your throat. The hand tightened even more at your answer, but you knew she was only doing this to make Lucy know that she didn’t have you like Jenni did.

“Is it better than mine?” Jenni’s long fingers were splayed against your neck, her fingertips now pressing to give you a heavy rush to your head. Your whimpers are getting harsher now. “Choose your answer carefully,” Jenni warns you.

“No.” The response short and sweet. Jenni’s grip loosening allowing you to now see how she was looking at you. She was basically drooling over you and your mauve lingerie. The hand that was around your neck slipping lower now, groping each covered breast. You whimper yet again when she leans in closer and nips gently at your neck.

“Whose good girl are you?” Jenni whispers in your ear. The question alone incited a sweet, but quiet, moan in the back of your throat.

“Yours, Jenni.” The words couldn’t flow easier from your lips. You knew the right answers; the answers that would make sure your orgasm wouldn’t be delayed in any way. Jenni smiles and you could feel it against your lips. Your silent pleads for your lips to meet together going ignored. She teases you by just grazing them against yours.

“That’s right princesa. You’re my good girl, not Lucy’s; and now you’re going to prove it.” Jenni finally gives in, her hand reaching around the back of your neck and pulls you the inches closer that were needed for your lips to collide. As much as the kiss with Lucy had doubled your arousal, almost nothing comes close to the way that Jenni kissed you with such lust, desire, and passion. The way she made you melt into her as her tongue swiped against your lower lip, pleading for entrance.

After she pulls away, Jenni slowly drops to her knees before you. This unintentionally gives you a view of Lucy and Ona. Lucy was kissing down the length of her girlfriend’s body… her naked body, a change you clearly hadn’t noticed while Jenni was speaking to you. Ona was a sight that could make anyone desperate to have her, chest rising and falling, and back ever so slightly arched as you watched Lucy take a hardened nipple between her lips. The small moan that fell from her mouth made you quietly gasp.

The other pair watched Jenni as she stripped your skirt the rest of the way down your legs, completely revealing the full set of mauve lingerie, in all its glory. Jenni pushes your thighs open, her hand quickly, but softly pressing against your centre, and feeling the wetness of your underwear against her palm.

“Absolutely soaking for me baby. I haven’t even touched you yet.” Jenni smirks as you whine in response, pushing your hips up towards her face, but receiving nothing in return.

“I thought this was a race,” you now smirk, reminding her. That was until you heard the silence… well, not complete silence, Ona’s whiny gasps still echoing around the room. Jenni was quick to remove your underwear, almost ripping them. They land at the other end of the couch along with your top. Jenni grips your thighs, tugging you to the edge of the cushion and towards her mouth. The feeling of her flattened tongue lying against your cunt made you moan deeply, louder than anyone in the room. Your thighs were thrown over Jenni’s shoulders, but the way you were laying back against the couch was slightly uncomfortable. It didn’t matter though, all you could feel was the length of Jenni’s tongue lapping at your folds, tasting your dripping arousal with such urgency.

Alexia hadn’t made a sound this entire time, until Jenni noticed and reached up her dress finding the button on the vibrator and clicking it on. You crooked your head to look up at your other girlfriend, gazing longingly at her as she gasps and writhes against the small toy.

Your awe-filled stare at Alexia was quickly snapped as Jenni found your clit with her tongue and began drawing quick precise circles around the bud. All Jenni wanted to do was prove a point, your moans that filled the room, overtaking Ona’s, did just that.

Lucy and Ona were in their own bubble of pleasure when you peeked at them again. The dark-haired woman had her head buried between Ona’s thighs. She was struggling against the pressure of Lucy’s hands trying desperately to keep them open.

“Stop watching them. Focus on Jenni's tongue, cariño,” Alexia gently snaps, her hand finding its way into your hair. It’s the only place she’ll touch you, not wanting to have too much input on the inevitable orgasm. Nonetheless you groan feelling her nails on your scalp. Jenni’s touch is getting quicker against your clit, her fingers edging closer towards your entrance.”

“Please, Jen, please,” you beg at her teasing when her hand stops for a brief moment. All you needed was her fingers to be pushed over the edge as your orgasm was quickly building again just off the movement of her tongue. She responds quickly, thrusting one finger into. You moan louder in response. “More, please, Jen. I’m so close, fuck.”

As soon as her second finger stretched into you the pressure of your orgasm brimmed in your stomach. Her tongue had found the perfect rhythm against your swollen clit. Your hands threaded through Jenni’s hair now, attempting to get her as close to you as possible. She wouldn’t have been able to pull away even if she had wanted to with how tightly you were holding on.

“Luce, I’m cumming. Please don’t stop,” Ona gasped out. At that Jenni’s tongue circled with a harder pressure than before. The thrust of her fingers perfectly curls and brushes your sensitive spot each time.

“Fuck, Jen. I’m cumming too,” you whine through laboured breaths and high-pitched moans. The orgasm washed over you with such intensity that you felt your body esplode against Jenni’s mouth. You let go with one long pornographic moan; your thighs dripping with your arousal, way more than usual. As you opened your eyes, you saw that Jenni’s face was also soaked.

“Holy fuck, baby. You’ve squirted everywhere,” Alexia gasps as her hips still gently rock against the vibrator. It was just enough for her to gain a little pleasure from the scene that had just played out right in front of her.

“That’s a shame it wasn’t quick enough.” Lucy smirks, wiping her own mouth as she too gazed at you. “You always were a squirter.” Your cheeks flush a bright red at her words, mouth hung ajar from the aftershocks of your orgasm and the eye contact that Lucy had yet to break.

Jenni ignored the comments, instead kissing up your thighs and tasting the sweetness that had coated your legs, not seeming to get enough of it. Alexia shuts off the toy, leaning over you and placing a kiss first on your forehead, then your lips, a consolidation prize for knowing that Lucy and Ona had won the little competition between the four of you.

“You look pretty when you do that.” A quiet voice, one that had barely spoken, hits your ears and you sit up fully as Jenni removes her head from between your thighs. It may have been the tamest comment you had received all evening, but it was the one that made your cheeks the deepest red colour. Ona was staring directly into your eyes, while you struggled to keep the same level of contact.

“Well, why don’t you go and show her how pretty you think she is,” Lucy urges her girlfriend, licking her lips in anticipation. The younger woman nods as Lucy rubs her back in encouragement. You were frozen still. Ona was the only one in the room that you hadn’t slept with, let alone kissed. Though you had always been curious, especially when you considered how close the two of you were when you had played for United several years ago.

Ona nervously approached you, looking down at your lap and you gesture for her to straddle over your thighs. You wanted desperately for her lips to be on your skin. She did as you wished, you stroked the backs of her thighs as she sat down over you, her hands tucking small pieces of hair behind your ears before she finally leans in for a gentle kiss. One that sent shockwaves coursing through your body.

You grip onto Ona, pulling her closer. The kiss was so gentle that each subsequent touch made the both of you melt into each other. Ona pulls back slightly, your eyes meeting before you giggle into another kiss. This time you decided to take a little of the control, being the first to explore her mouth with her tongue. You pull her hair to gain better access between her lips. Both of you whimpering and whining against each other. Especially, when Ona readjusts herself, straddling just one of your thighs now, her hips subtly grinding against the heat of your bare thigh.

“She likes it when you pull her hair,” Jenni offers in a whisper. She roughly bites against the lobe of Ona’s ear as she pulls away. Naturally, Ona follows the direction and grabs a fistful of your hair in a movement that was significantly less gentle than she had previously been. She tugs your head backwards causing a moan to fall from your lips into her mouth. “See.” Jenni smiles proudly at the freckled woman.

Everyone was watching you; you could feel their eyes burning into your skin and you finally understood the desire to be the centre of attention.

“Do you want to know what your prize is now Lucia?” Alexia asks out of the blue. You and Ona both still as you wait to hear the answer. The blonde captain was grinning directly at you both when you catch Alexia’s eye. “I think these two might need some direction, don’t you?”

“Now that’s a prize that’s worth winning.” Lucy's face fills with an evil grin, her bottom lip finding its way between her teeth as she gazes down at the both of you. Ona is squirming against your thigh, the pair of you too chicken to make that next move with one another.

“Come on now. I mean I did make her squirt. I think I should at least get a little bit of input here,” Jenni instantly argues. Her facial expression eerily matches Lucy’s. They both wanted nothing more than to have complete control over how you touched one another; both of you would listen intensely wanting to please them and give them a show they so desperately wanted to watch.

“I’m sure we can form some kind of arrangement, but let’s focus on them for now.” Alexia, ever the moderator, has the final say coming to perch herself between the two women. One of each of Jenni and Lucy’s hands fall to her thighs, her head falling against Jenni’s shoulder as she too was desperate for some contact while they watched everything play out once more.

“Go on love,” Lucy gives the first direction. “Mark Ona up nicely for me,” she demands. You obey immediately, your lips connecting with her neck drawing sweet gasps from the younger woman as you nipped softly at her skin. “You can do better. She likes it rougher than that.”

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In the Cards (explained)

Welcome everyone, this has been coming for a loooong time.

@occasionallyaurora and I have been creating an entire universe for a long time now, it started with just another barca orgy fic, yet here we are. However, we do feel that the entire series needs context for those who are really into fiction like we are.

We have posted multiple teasers, all of which help to gain a better understanding of the dynamics at play in the main orgy fic, none of which have been explicitly connected to this, hence the explanation.

So here's a little timeline for those who are interested! If not and you just want pure smut, part one can be found here :)

I love you (I'm sorry)

So this takes fic takes place first. Reader is at Manchester United and Lucy is at Manchester City and they're having a little sexually focused fling, however, feelings are rising between them. They have to break it off, despite these feelings, as reader is transferring to Barcelona in the new year and they don't want to do long distance.

I wanna be yours (and yours only)

This clearly takes place a lot later than the first as all five of them are playing at Barcelona. Lucy and Ona are in an established relationship that has been brimming since the World Cup. It is suggested that Alexia, Jenni, and reader are also in a relationship as this is what Ona gets jealous of in the first place. This is due to the rumour that Lucy and reader were dating before they moved to Barcelona.

By the end of this fic, it is established that Ona is interested in initiating an orgy with the other three.

Brats, buy one get one free

This fic takes place just before the international window where Jenni and Alexia will be playing for Spain and reader will be playing for England. This takes place around the same time as I wanna be yours (and yours only.)

Basking in the morning glow

The last full teaser takes place two weeks later, after all of them get back.

Captain's Night Out [part 1][part 2]

This is where Lucy asks Alexia about her wishes to have an orgy with the three of them, being met with a very eager response. This is where they begin to plan the little game that will unfold between the group.

So, there's the timeline for anybody interested in how all the previous teaser fics fit with the main orgy fic that is going to be four parts long. @occasionallyaurora and I are so attached to this little universe that we've created, that if you want to see anything else within this dynamic, leave us an ask and we will see what we can do :)

I want to thank @occasionallyaurora for being so well organized and keeping me together in all of this - they are also a huge contributor to the actual writing of the fic and I don't want this to go unnoticed!

Anyway lesbians, enjoy the show x

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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

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Captain's Night Out (Part 2) Lucy Bronze x Alexia Putellas

summary: Lucy and Alexia continue their discussion in more detail...

warnings: still none... yet

pairing: lucy bronze x alexia putellas

word count: 400 words

14/02/2024, save the date lesbians, me and @occasionallyaurora have been working relentlessly on this

“Would you be open to having two extra people in your bed for a night?”

The words tumbled out of Lucy’s mouth before she could even realize. She watched with held breath as Alexia’s eyes widened. The blonde’s look of confusion quickly transitioned to one of dark lust; one that Lucy didn’t know how to process.

“Don’t you think I already have enough people in my bed?” Alexia giggles, smiling at Lucy as the brunette quietly lets out her held breath. Her head tilts to the side as she studies Lucy as she answers the original question. “I’m sure there would be room for two more if you're both serious about it.”

“Deadly serious.” Lucy nods, feeling her confidence slowly return, a small smirk playing on her face. The action had Alexia’s eyes lighting up, teeth catching her lower lip between them, biting gently. Alexia’s mind raced with all the things the five of them could do together. The captain wouldn’t lie to herself, ever since Lucy and Ona had arrived at the club, they were the teammates she would fantasize about.

“We’d have to make it fun, wouldn’t we?” A devilish grin fills Alexia's face and Lucy catches her drift immediately. Under the table, Lucy had her thighs squeezed together as her mind too filled with thoughts meant for the five of them.

“We could always play a little game with them,” she adds, causing her captain’s smile to broaden.

“Jenni won’t take nicely to being toyed with,” Alexia states. The words helping Lucy to better understand the intimate relationship between the three of them. “But I know who does.” The blonde winks and Lucy lets out a laugh, downing the rest of her drink.

“I believe our girlfriends may be more similar than we thought,” Lucy half-jokes, placing the glass back down on the table. Her hand gently strokes the length of several of Alexia’s fingers, the gentle affection an outcome of the openness between them, despite their shared tipsiness.

“Come to ours after the end of year celebration, just bring Ona. I’ll sort out the rest,” Alexia smirks. Lucy nods in agreement, and leans in to kiss the blonde’s cheek. The captain turns so she misses completely. “Now, now, Lucia, not yet.”

“Oh, don’t you worry, you’ll get what’s coming to you, capitana.” Lucy teases watching Alexia cross her legs, gaze fixed on the brunettes’ body - the way her arms flexed as they sat crossed across her chest and her dark eyes glaring straight back at her.

“I’m sure I will. It’s all in the cards, love.”

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#cant breathe

because of jenni’s insta story…

jenni, your shared home gym, & “baby girl come sit on my thigh”

Home Gym

Jenni Hermoso x fem!reader

SMUT 18+

“Jenni, you have been in there for hours! I need cuddles right now-“

As you turn the corner into your home gym, your complaints die out when you see your girlfriend sitting down and flexing in the mirror, taking a photo most likely for her socials.

You’ve always known Jenni has been muscular and well-built but somehow she’s been building up even more muscle, so seeing her flexing has you speechless. Your jaw is dropped as your eyes trail over every crevice and vein that sticks out along with her tattoos that glisten in sweat. The ache in your legs begins to become more apparent by just looking at the Spaniard.

“Hola, bonita. What were you saying? You were too far so I couldn’t hear you.” Jenni asks innocently, turning her body towards you and giving you her attention.

You quickly clear your throat before waving her off. “It’s nothing, nothing at all. Just miss you.” A smile tugs on the brunette’s face while she puts away the weights that were sitting on each side of her.

Noticing your eyes never leaving her, she puts on a little show slightly flexing off her arms when she puts away the dumbbells. You remain in the same spot, standing by the doorway with your arms crossed over your chest and lip between your teeth.

“I love it when you check me out, princesa.” Your head shoots up hearing the forward statement while also being surprised thinking you were somewhat discreet when you were the complete opposite. When Jenni sees your mouth open and close without knowing what to say she chuckles with a shake of her head.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You shrug, trying to continue your oblivious front only to be stopped by a quirk of her eyebrow.

“Be honest.”

“You’re just so fit.” You admit as if all the wind got knocked out of you. Jenni grins and adjusts her position on the bench, now manspreading her legs and waving you over to her with a finger.

“Come sit on my thigh, baby girl.” She demands while her eyes blow with lust. The Spaniard almost laughs at how quick you are to obey, already sitting on her lap after a couple of seconds.

Her hands grip your waist and flip you around so your back is against her chest and now both facing the large mirror. The thumps in your chest become faster in excitement along with the wetness between your legs to pool from seeing her arms rub up and down your body.

“I bet you’re so wet for me, aren’t you?” Jenni whispers in your ear, biting and kissing after you nod. “We better take care of that then.” She smirks at you through the mirror as you mindlessly nod and grind against her muscular thigh.

Her lips patch onto your neck, suckling at your skin wherever she can reach while her hands work on tugging your shorts down. You let out little breathy noises as she sucks at your sweet spot and lifts your hips so she can slide the fabric covering your underwear off.

“I can see you’re soaking through your panties.” She mumbles against your neck and then dips her fingers under the lace fabric with a groan. Your hand immediately grips her wrist when she rubs your clit with one of her fingers.

The sight of you in the mirror with your mouth wide open in silent pleasure is something Jenni will never get over, no matter how long the two of you have been together. And for you, the sight of your girlfriend suddenly becoming very buff turns you on beyond belief.

“Please do something, baby.” You beg, continuously grinding your hips with her fingers until she pulls them away with a tut.

“If you want something, you’re going to do it yourself. You disturbed my workout because of your neediness, so you’ll get off on my thigh.” She says tauntingly through the mirror with her chin resting on your shoulder and her hands on your hips.

You quickly gulp but put up no fight knowing that if you do, you won’t be receiving anything anytime soon. Jenni gives you her regular cocky smile before using her two hands to rip your thin panties, making you jolt in shock.

“I’ll buy you a new pair, don’t worry about it. Now vamos.” Her heavily accented voice sends shivers down your spine before you begin to grind against her thigh. You have to angle yourself a little more forward than usual so your clit will be stimulated.

Jenni’s tattooed arms make their way under your t-shirt of hers that you always steal and grope both of your boobs in each of her hands. When you start to cry out she smiles in triumph, watching you pathetically hump her leg to get off because you’re so needy for her and only her.

Not even too long in, you already feel close. Your clit is swollen from becoming so turned on in a quick amount of time and watching Jenni and her muscles through the mirror helps a lot too. The pleasure becoming intense, your hand grips hard against Jenni’s hand.

“Are you gonna cum on my thigh? Like a little needy slut?” Your hand turns white from your tight grip and your hips grind hard and fast, trying to reach your high.

What pushes you over the edge is when Jenni’s arm wraps around your midsection and you can see her bicep on full display. The sight itself has you soaking her thigh and silently screaming in pleasure with your legs shaking.

“So beautiful. My beautiful girl.” The brunette whispers, placing tiny kisses on your forehead and shoulders while you calm down.

“Don’t ever let me see you workout or this will be the outcome every time.” Your chest heaves as Jenni laughs at your confession. Once you both die down from laughter, you guys look into the mirror at each other with soft smiles and loving gazes.

“We’re doing this way more often. Maybe I should wear more shorts and tank tops to show off my godly figure.”

“Jenni, you are ruining the moment.”

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#my god i’m going to die

lil teaser for yall just cuz i’m feeling generous

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i love you (i'm sorry) lucy bronze x reader

summary: You and Lucy have been sleeping with each other for months, you're convinced that there's something between you both but if you're right you know you're going to have to break her heart.

warnings: soft sex, fingering, praise, angst, i'm so sorry in advance

pairing: lucy bronze x reader

word count: 3k

smut 18+

Once again based on this ask here! maybe @occasionallyaurora and I are becoming the best duo out there, who knows...

Lucy’s hand was stroking through the back of your hair instead of squeezing around your neck, making you hum nicely instead of whining against her grip. Her head was nestled between your shoulder and your neck, placing gentle kisses up the length of your throat, ending up with a singular peck against your ear lobe. This was different. 

You were both undressed underneath your duvet covers, bodies slowly moulding together as you moved in such rhythm with one another that you were basically one person. There was a real warmth between you both, one that was passionate and gentle rather than a heat filled with lust and adrenaline. Her fingers were tracing your stomach, the confidence draining from the older woman as you felt her hands tremble as they worked down your body.

“Is everything okay, love?” You question, grabbing onto her hand and forcing her to look at you. All of your worries were instantly removed when you were met with that smile that made you sleep with her in the first place. 

“Sweetheart, I’m okay, I just want to take tonight slowly,” She said, her voice almost a whisper, “I want to take the time to really worship you, exactly how you deserve.” Lucy was definitely a talker, obviously she was good in bed, but her words alone could take you over the edge. She knew how to make your cheeks flush red, making you hide your face in the bed sheets which she enjoyed pulling you out of. You nod almost immediately and she continues to smile at you, rewarding her with a smile of your own back. She shook her head in pure happiness and disbelief that she got the chance to have you like this. 

Her hand continued its path down your body, making you react to every single touch she placed against your burning skin. You weren’t used to having everything dragged out for so long, you’d been sleeping together for about 6 months now and usually it was all the same. You’d find any place you could and clothes would be ripped off, the sex would be rough and she’d have you screaming her name within minutes. As much as you loved that dynamic between you, this was better than anything you could’ve imagined and it had barely even started yet. 

You felt her hands between your thighs, gently spreading your thighs open so she had full access to you. Even these touches were soft and careful, patiently waiting for your hips to jerk up against her hand as she cupped your arousal. 

“Tell me what you want, baby.” Lucy grinned as she felt your wetness soak into her hand, not giving you any friction that you were desperately pleading for. 

“Your fingers, please, anything.” You gulped, your bottom lip between your teeth as she scanned the length of your body before finally giving into you. Usually she could have you waiting and begging for as long as she wanted, knowing that she was completely in control, never usually giving you a decider in the evenings activities. 

“I’ll do everything you ask for my love.” She smiles, her face beaming down over you as her fingers gathered at your arousal, dragging it upwards until she found your swollen clit, gently circling her fingertips over the top of it. You groaned deeply, your legs opening wider as she continued loose motions against you, each swipe of your bud making you pull her body closer to yours. You reached up for a kiss, and when your lips connected it felt completely different, it wasn’t desperate, it was like you had been created to kiss one another. Your lips moved with hers in complete union as her tongue traced your lip, begging, which you allowed and as she explored your mouth she edged her fingers towards your entrance.

“Please Lucy.” That was all she needed, dipping her finger through your folds and working herself into you, listening intensely to the way you gasped at the feeling of being filled by her. She held her hand still for a moment before pulling out and thrusting gently back into you. You were already whining and she loved how loud you were when she was inside of you, making it one of her favourite things to do. 

“That's it, good girl.” She praises and your heart stops for a moment, she’d rarely called you that and you swore it doubled the arousal that was pooling into the palm of her hand. You looked up at her with such intense desire that she knew she’d hit the right spot, both physically and vocally. “Keep making those little sounds, my pretty girl.” 

She started pumping her fingers quicker into you now, repositioning her hand so her thumb could brush up against your neglected clit. The contact making you a moaning mess beneath her hand. She never spoke to you like this, her voice deep and calming and you wrapped your hand around the back of her neck, just wanting to touch her. 

“Luce, Luce.” You call out, her fingers pumping quicker into you, the circles around your clit becoming more precise, slowly adding more pressure as she felt your body tremble beneath her. She stroked your hair behind your ear, planting a kiss against your cheek as you called out for her, “Lucy, I’m close, please don’t stop.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it, princess.” She smirked, not a daring or evil smirk, but one that told you that she was obsessed with the way she could make you feel. She continued what she was doing, driving you closer and closer to tumbling over the edge, all of her kisses up and down your body taking you closer. Your moans started becoming more high pitched, your legs barely able to hold themselves open as her fingers thrusted harshly in and out of you. “Come for me darling, show me how good I make you feel.”

With that you were moaning her name, your body shaking through the orgasm that was even more intense than the ones that came from her usual rough and dominating nights. She continued to thrust into you, not stopping her thumb drawing small circles around your throbbing bundle of nerves as you rode out your climax. Even with your eyes slammed shut you could feel the awe inspired gaze that she had on your body as she watched you finish on her fingers. 

“Fuck, you look so pretty when you come for me.” Lucy whispered into the shell of your ear, the warmth of her breath giving you goosebumps as she retracted her fingers, bringing them up to her mouth to taste you against her tongue. 

You were basically speechless, you’d never experienced an orgasm like that with Lucy before, one that you didn’t have to beg for, one that felt like it was filled with care and compassion. “Lucy, that was so perfect.” You hummed against her neck as she pulled the covers back over your, keeping you warm against her body. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she looked like she was settling down to go to sleep and she laughed at your reaction. 

“What are you looking so confused about, hm?” Lucy teases, outstretching her arm and letting you roll into her hold, settling your head against her chest as her hand into your hair again, stroking gently through your locks. 

“It’s usually just not over this quickly, not that I’m complaining or anything.” You giggle nervously, her gaze locking with yours. 

“We have plenty of time to have more nights like that baby, but this one felt too perfect to mess it up now.” Her words were sincere, yet your heart starts racing faster at the one word that stood out to you, time. You hadn’t told her yet, you thought it was going to be an easy announcement to make, but after tonight there was no way you could tell her now. Her eyes were already struggling to stay open as she found comfort in holding you against her body. 

You shut your eyes in pretence, wanting to make sure she didn’t feel like there was something wrong. Once they’d been shut for a few minutes you felt her lean over you, placing a kiss against your forehead. You swear you could hear her mumble something into your skin but you chose to ignore it, your head just spinning with the news you had yet to tell her, knowing that it was going to have to be soon, and now knowing it was going to be harder than you first thought. 

—-

When you awoke you were in your bed alone, and you sighed a breath of relief. As much as you adored last night, it felt too much like something that was going to make breaking the news to her so much harder than before. Lucy rarely brought emotions into your casual relationship, but last night was so perfectly blissful that you had really started to panic. Now as you lay in the bed on your own you realised that she must’ve just been in a softer mood than usual, just wanting something to fulfill her emotional feelings that night. 

After a few moments you wrapped yourself up in an oversized jumper, putting on some socks before heading down to the kitchen to make yourself breakfast for the day ahead. As soon as you made it halfway down the stairs you could hear someone clattering about in your kitchen so you sped up in order to see who it was. With no surprise, there was the older brunette plating up her cooking onto two plates that she’d set at your dinner table. You smiled, then forced yourself not to, walking up to her with a plain expression on your face. 

“Morning love, I woke up early so I thought I’d make you breakfast.” She announced, a huge grin on her face as she presented her full English breakfast to you, pulling out the chair for you and waiting for you to take a seat. As you did, she placed a kiss against your cheek and you couldn’t help but smile at the warming gestures. 

“You didn’t have to do all this Luce, seriously.” You remarked, picking up the coffee that she’d made for you, exactly how you liked it, she knew you better than you thought she did. 

“I wanted to love.” She smiles, sitting herself down opposite you and immediately picking up the piece of toast and taking a huge bite from it. “I want more than what we have, I want to be able to call you my girlfriend.” 

There it was. You knew it was coming. You felt your face begin to burn up as you knew that you were going to have to break her heart right in front of her and her breakfast that she’d gotten up specifically to make you. You could tell she had been planning this, you could even see the nerves in her eyes as she said it. You place your mug against the table, setting it down harder than you needed to, but you could barely breathe at the thought of breaking her heart right in this very moment, this is never how you’d planned to tell her. 

“Lucy, I can’t. I’m sorry.” Your head hung, your eyes shut tightly as your hair fell messily in front of your face. She reached for your hand, not understanding why you were acting like this. It had always seemed like you were the one that wanted more, from the very beginning that was made very clear. However, it was too late, you weren’t going to be around for much longer. You pulled away from her grip that was stroking small circles into the back of your hand. You couldn’t even look at her in the fear of being met with a heartbroken face, one that wasn’t created to look hurt, you couldn’t bear to see her upset. “I’m transferring.” 

It wasn’t like you were hiding it, the fact that you weren’t happy at Manchester United was an open secret. Everybody knew that you wouldn’t be renewing your contract with them when it expired this summer - it was a huge rumour already between players and fans even if it hadn’t been announced publicly yet. 

“I knew you would be, but why does that mean we can’t have this, it works so perfectly me and you.” Lucy said and it broke your heart, you found the courage to look at her but when you saw her glossy eyes you couldn’t hold the gaze for longer than a second. “Just because you won’t be in Manchester, that's fine, London’s not that far away my love.” 

“London?” You questioned, sucking in a breath, looking up at her with confusion. 

“Well yeah, I heard Arsenal wants you. Is that not where you’re going?” Lucy asked and you gulped, trying to push back the tears. You’d seen all the rumours online; that Arsenal were desperate to have you, and you would be lucky to play for them. You had been ready to make that choice until your dream team since you were young had finally shown an interest in buying you. 

“Luce, I’m transferring to Barcelona.” You could hear a pin drop in the silence that surrounded you both. You were looking straight at her as she fighted internally with herself to not seem selfish in this scenario - priding herself on not being that person. 

“That's your dream! I’m so happy for you.” She said, choking through tears that she refused to let fall from her eyes, but you could see them. She was right, it really was your dream and you didn’t even know you wanted something this bad. The prestige the club had, the facilities, the trainers, coaches, and players, but most of all their need to win - absolutely everything. You had sat on pins and needles for at least a week and a half, fielding calls from your agent, United, and Barca. Everyone wanted to make sure they got the best deal out of your transfer. It was at least comforting that your agent dropped the fact that Barca would still want you if the transfer fell through, after your contract expired, and would wait to sign you for free if they had to. Ultimately, a deal had been reached and after the Christmas break you would be heading to Barcelona. 

“Lucy, don’t.” You say, feeling an intense amount of emotion over how Lucy was looking at you. Her eyes were glassy with tears but you could see how she was shaking them back, tucking a strand of her dark hair behind her ear almost resetting herself. 

“No, look, it's okay. I was just being silly anyway, you need to go and live the dream.” You hated her referring to you both as silly, but you knew she just couldn’t admit to being absolutely heartbroken by the news she’d just received. 

“It’s not silly.” You state, your eyes squinting now, unable to push back the tears flooding your vision. It was your turn to reach for her hand now but before you could reach she pulled it back, shaking her head at you. “I’m in love with you Lucy.” You couldn’t believe what you’d said, but you’d said it and you meant it, more than anything you’d ever said before. 

“I’m not letting you get held back by me. You’re at your peak and you’ve got to go and make it in Barcelona, really get your name out there.” Lucy was changing the subject again, wanting to talk about anything but the fact that she’d just admitted her feelings for you and was left without anything to show for it.

“Lucy, listen to what I’m saying. I love you.” You were repeating yourself, every time you said it it felt more and more right, even if you knew it was never going to work out now you were moving. 

“I can hear you, but it’s not going to work, is it? I’ll still be here at Man City, while you’re there.” Her voice cracked at the words, her head lowering, not able to make eye contact with you anymore. 

“I’m sorry.” That's all you had left. She wouldn’t let you hold her hand, she wouldn’t let you comfort her anymore, and it was finally kicking in that you’d lost something you didn’t even know you truly had. 

“Don’t be sorry. It’s no one’s fault.” Lucy said, finally looking up to look at you again, you saw a singular tear drop down her cheek, but she didn’t rush to wipe it away. Instead, she let it soak into her skin, like she wanted to feel herself finally giving into her heartbreak. “Just wasn’t meant to be was it?” 

She left it a few seconds, letting the words sink into both of you before standing up and grabbing her coat from the back of her chair. 

“Are you leaving?” You ask, your voice hoarse and quiet. She nodded, her lips pursed together as she hooks her arms into her jacket. You stand up to meet her, but she turns away, walking towards the door. “Lucy, wait.” You grabbed her arm, pulling her back around and standing no further than a few inches away from her. She looked at you like it was the last time she was ever going to see you, both of you seemingly pretending like you weren’t going to have to continue the rest of the season for your teams or for England. 

She allowed herself to edge closer to your face, placing one soft kiss against your lips, but you held her in place and you both took a breath before allowing your lips to collide with each others again, just how you had last night. You could feel the wetness of her cheeks as you reached up to hold her face and it broke you down again before you felt her pull away from you. You both remained still for a moment, your head falling into her chest as she rested her chin against your hair, placing one final kiss against your scalp. 

“I’ll see you around, okay.” Lucy announced and you couldn’t even respond, just giving her a small nod as you watched her leave, but it didn’t really settle in until you heard the front door slam shut and you were left alone surrounded by her gestures of love that she’d made for you and you’d been forced to turn down. 

You didn’t know what else to do apart from clear the breakfast up, tears rolling down your cheeks as you scraped the leftovers into the bin, watching as everything she’d done for you had just been thrown away. You don’t remember how long you stood just staring at nothing, waiting for Lucy to come straight back through the front door and tell you that you both could make it work, but she didn’t. She never came back to your house again. 

You found your way back into your bedroom, crawling back into the duvet, and immediately the scent of her perfume hit your nose and you couldn’t hold it back anymore. You sobbed into the pillow, hating how you’d left things, but you knew you’d both come to accept the fact that what's done was done and you let it run back and forth through your mind until sleep took hold of you. 

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i love you (i'm sorry) lucy bronze x reader

summary: You and Lucy have been sleeping with each other for months, you're convinced that there's something between you both but if you're right you know you're going to have to break her heart.

warnings: soft sex, fingering, praise, angst, i'm so sorry in advance

pairing: lucy bronze x reader

word count: 3k

smut 18+

Once again based on this ask here! maybe @occasionallyaurora and I are becoming the best duo out there, who knows...

Lucy’s hand was stroking through the back of your hair instead of squeezing around your neck, making you hum nicely instead of whining against her grip. Her head was nestled between your shoulder and your neck, placing gentle kisses up the length of your throat, ending up with a singular peck against your ear lobe. This was different. 

You were both undressed underneath your duvet covers, bodies slowly moulding together as you moved in such rhythm with one another that you were basically one person. There was a real warmth between you both, one that was passionate and gentle rather than a heat filled with lust and adrenaline. Her fingers were tracing your stomach, the confidence draining from the older woman as you felt her hands tremble as they worked down your body.

“Is everything okay, love?” You question, grabbing onto her hand and forcing her to look at you. All of your worries were instantly removed when you were met with that smile that made you sleep with her in the first place. 

“Sweetheart, I’m okay, I just want to take tonight slowly,” She said, her voice almost a whisper, “I want to take the time to really worship you, exactly how you deserve.” Lucy was definitely a talker, obviously she was good in bed, but her words alone could take you over the edge. She knew how to make your cheeks flush red, making you hide your face in the bed sheets which she enjoyed pulling you out of. You nod almost immediately and she continues to smile at you, rewarding her with a smile of your own back. She shook her head in pure happiness and disbelief that she got the chance to have you like this. 

Her hand continued its path down your body, making you react to every single touch she placed against your burning skin. You weren’t used to having everything dragged out for so long, you’d been sleeping together for about 6 months now and usually it was all the same. You’d find any place you could and clothes would be ripped off, the sex would be rough and she’d have you screaming her name within minutes. As much as you loved that dynamic between you, this was better than anything you could’ve imagined and it had barely even started yet. 

You felt her hands between your thighs, gently spreading your thighs open so she had full access to you. Even these touches were soft and careful, patiently waiting for your hips to jerk up against her hand as she cupped your arousal. 

“Tell me what you want, baby.” Lucy grinned as she felt your wetness soak into her hand, not giving you any friction that you were desperately pleading for. 

“Your fingers, please, anything.” You gulped, your bottom lip between your teeth as she scanned the length of your body before finally giving into you. Usually she could have you waiting and begging for as long as she wanted, knowing that she was completely in control, never usually giving you a decider in the evenings activities. 

“I’ll do everything you ask for my love.” She smiles, her face beaming down over you as her fingers gathered at your arousal, dragging it upwards until she found your swollen clit, gently circling her fingertips over the top of it. You groaned deeply, your legs opening wider as she continued loose motions against you, each swipe of your bud making you pull her body closer to yours. You reached up for a kiss, and when your lips connected it felt completely different, it wasn’t desperate, it was like you had been created to kiss one another. Your lips moved with hers in complete union as her tongue traced your lip, begging, which you allowed and as she explored your mouth she edged her fingers towards your entrance.

“Please Lucy.” That was all she needed, dipping her finger through your folds and working herself into you, listening intensely to the way you gasped at the feeling of being filled by her. She held her hand still for a moment before pulling out and thrusting gently back into you. You were already whining and she loved how loud you were when she was inside of you, making it one of her favourite things to do. 

“That's it, good girl.” She praises and your heart stops for a moment, she’d rarely called you that and you swore it doubled the arousal that was pooling into the palm of her hand. You looked up at her with such intense desire that she knew she’d hit the right spot, both physically and vocally. “Keep making those little sounds, my pretty girl.” 

She started pumping her fingers quicker into you now, repositioning her hand so her thumb could brush up against your neglected clit. The contact making you a moaning mess beneath her hand. She never spoke to you like this, her voice deep and calming and you wrapped your hand around the back of her neck, just wanting to touch her. 

“Luce, Luce.” You call out, her fingers pumping quicker into you, the circles around your clit becoming more precise, slowly adding more pressure as she felt your body tremble beneath her. She stroked your hair behind your ear, planting a kiss against your cheek as you called out for her, “Lucy, I’m close, please don’t stop.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it, princess.” She smirked, not a daring or evil smirk, but one that told you that she was obsessed with the way she could make you feel. She continued what she was doing, driving you closer and closer to tumbling over the edge, all of her kisses up and down your body taking you closer. Your moans started becoming more high pitched, your legs barely able to hold themselves open as her fingers thrusted harshly in and out of you. “Come for me darling, show me how good I make you feel.”

With that you were moaning her name, your body shaking through the orgasm that was even more intense than the ones that came from her usual rough and dominating nights. She continued to thrust into you, not stopping her thumb drawing small circles around your throbbing bundle of nerves as you rode out your climax. Even with your eyes slammed shut you could feel the awe inspired gaze that she had on your body as she watched you finish on her fingers. 

“Fuck, you look so pretty when you come for me.” Lucy whispered into the shell of your ear, the warmth of her breath giving you goosebumps as she retracted her fingers, bringing them up to her mouth to taste you against her tongue. 

You were basically speechless, you’d never experienced an orgasm like that with Lucy before, one that you didn’t have to beg for, one that felt like it was filled with care and compassion. “Lucy, that was so perfect.” You hummed against her neck as she pulled the covers back over your, keeping you warm against her body. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she looked like she was settling down to go to sleep and she laughed at your reaction. 

“What are you looking so confused about, hm?” Lucy teases, outstretching her arm and letting you roll into her hold, settling your head against her chest as her hand into your hair again, stroking gently through your locks. 

“It’s usually just not over this quickly, not that I’m complaining or anything.” You giggle nervously, her gaze locking with yours. 

“We have plenty of time to have more nights like that baby, but this one felt too perfect to mess it up now.” Her words were sincere, yet your heart starts racing faster at the one word that stood out to you, time. You hadn’t told her yet, you thought it was going to be an easy announcement to make, but after tonight there was no way you could tell her now. Her eyes were already struggling to stay open as she found comfort in holding you against her body. 

You shut your eyes in pretence, wanting to make sure she didn’t feel like there was something wrong. Once they’d been shut for a few minutes you felt her lean over you, placing a kiss against your forehead. You swear you could hear her mumble something into your skin but you chose to ignore it, your head just spinning with the news you had yet to tell her, knowing that it was going to have to be soon, and now knowing it was going to be harder than you first thought. 

—-

When you awoke you were in your bed alone, and you sighed a breath of relief. As much as you adored last night, it felt too much like something that was going to make breaking the news to her so much harder than before. Lucy rarely brought emotions into your casual relationship, but last night was so perfectly blissful that you had really started to panic. Now as you lay in the bed on your own you realised that she must’ve just been in a softer mood than usual, just wanting something to fulfill her emotional feelings that night. 

After a few moments you wrapped yourself up in an oversized jumper, putting on some socks before heading down to the kitchen to make yourself breakfast for the day ahead. As soon as you made it halfway down the stairs you could hear someone clattering about in your kitchen so you sped up in order to see who it was. With no surprise, there was the older brunette plating up her cooking onto two plates that she’d set at your dinner table. You smiled, then forced yourself not to, walking up to her with a plain expression on your face. 

“Morning love, I woke up early so I thought I’d make you breakfast.” She announced, a huge grin on her face as she presented her full English breakfast to you, pulling out the chair for you and waiting for you to take a seat. As you did, she placed a kiss against your cheek and you couldn’t help but smile at the warming gestures. 

“You didn’t have to do all this Luce, seriously.” You remarked, picking up the coffee that she’d made for you, exactly how you liked it, she knew you better than you thought she did. 

“I wanted to love.” She smiles, sitting herself down opposite you and immediately picking up the piece of toast and taking a huge bite from it. “I want more than what we have, I want to be able to call you my girlfriend.” 

There it was. You knew it was coming. You felt your face begin to burn up as you knew that you were going to have to break her heart right in front of her and her breakfast that she’d gotten up specifically to make you. You could tell she had been planning this, you could even see the nerves in her eyes as she said it. You place your mug against the table, setting it down harder than you needed to, but you could barely breathe at the thought of breaking her heart right in this very moment, this is never how you’d planned to tell her. 

“Lucy, I can’t. I’m sorry.” Your head hung, your eyes shut tightly as your hair fell messily in front of your face. She reached for your hand, not understanding why you were acting like this. It had always seemed like you were the one that wanted more, from the very beginning that was made very clear. However, it was too late, you weren’t going to be around for much longer. You pulled away from her grip that was stroking small circles into the back of your hand. You couldn’t even look at her in the fear of being met with a heartbroken face, one that wasn’t created to look hurt, you couldn’t bear to see her upset. “I’m transferring.” 

It wasn’t like you were hiding it, the fact that you weren’t happy at Manchester United was an open secret. Everybody knew that you wouldn’t be renewing your contract with them when it expired this summer - it was a huge rumour already between players and fans even if it hadn’t been announced publicly yet. 

“I knew you would be, but why does that mean we can’t have this, it works so perfectly me and you.” Lucy said and it broke your heart, you found the courage to look at her but when you saw her glossy eyes you couldn’t hold the gaze for longer than a second. “Just because you won’t be in Manchester, that's fine, London’s not that far away my love.” 

“London?” You questioned, sucking in a breath, looking up at her with confusion. 

“Well yeah, I heard Arsenal wants you. Is that not where you’re going?” Lucy asked and you gulped, trying to push back the tears. You’d seen all the rumours online; that Arsenal were desperate to have you, and you would be lucky to play for them. You had been ready to make that choice until your dream team since you were young had finally shown an interest in buying you. 

“Luce, I’m transferring to Barcelona.” You could hear a pin drop in the silence that surrounded you both. You were looking straight at her as she fighted internally with herself to not seem selfish in this scenario - priding herself on not being that person. 

“That's your dream! I’m so happy for you.” She said, choking through tears that she refused to let fall from her eyes, but you could see them. She was right, it really was your dream and you didn’t even know you wanted something this bad. The prestige the club had, the facilities, the trainers, coaches, and players, but most of all their need to win - absolutely everything. You had sat on pins and needles for at least a week and a half, fielding calls from your agent, United, and Barca. Everyone wanted to make sure they got the best deal out of your transfer. It was at least comforting that your agent dropped the fact that Barca would still want you if the transfer fell through, after your contract expired, and would wait to sign you for free if they had to. Ultimately, a deal had been reached and after the Christmas break you would be heading to Barcelona. 

“Lucy, don’t.” You say, feeling an intense amount of emotion over how Lucy was looking at you. Her eyes were glassy with tears but you could see how she was shaking them back, tucking a strand of her dark hair behind her ear almost resetting herself. 

“No, look, it's okay. I was just being silly anyway, you need to go and live the dream.” You hated her referring to you both as silly, but you knew she just couldn’t admit to being absolutely heartbroken by the news she’d just received. 

“It’s not silly.” You state, your eyes squinting now, unable to push back the tears flooding your vision. It was your turn to reach for her hand now but before you could reach she pulled it back, shaking her head at you. “I’m in love with you Lucy.” You couldn’t believe what you’d said, but you’d said it and you meant it, more than anything you’d ever said before. 

“I’m not letting you get held back by me. You’re at your peak and you’ve got to go and make it in Barcelona, really get your name out there.” Lucy was changing the subject again, wanting to talk about anything but the fact that she’d just admitted her feelings for you and was left without anything to show for it.

“Lucy, listen to what I’m saying. I love you.” You were repeating yourself, every time you said it it felt more and more right, even if you knew it was never going to work out now you were moving. 

“I can hear you, but it’s not going to work, is it? I’ll still be here at Man City, while you’re there.” Her voice cracked at the words, her head lowering, not able to make eye contact with you anymore. 

“I’m sorry.” That's all you had left. She wouldn’t let you hold her hand, she wouldn’t let you comfort her anymore, and it was finally kicking in that you’d lost something you didn’t even know you truly had. 

“Don’t be sorry. It’s no one’s fault.” Lucy said, finally looking up to look at you again, you saw a singular tear drop down her cheek, but she didn’t rush to wipe it away. Instead, she let it soak into her skin, like she wanted to feel herself finally giving into her heartbreak. “Just wasn’t meant to be was it?” 

She left it a few seconds, letting the words sink into both of you before standing up and grabbing her coat from the back of her chair. 

“Are you leaving?” You ask, your voice hoarse and quiet. She nodded, her lips pursed together as she hooks her arms into her jacket. You stand up to meet her, but she turns away, walking towards the door. “Lucy, wait.” You grabbed her arm, pulling her back around and standing no further than a few inches away from her. She looked at you like it was the last time she was ever going to see you, both of you seemingly pretending like you weren’t going to have to continue the rest of the season for your teams or for England. 

She allowed herself to edge closer to your face, placing one soft kiss against your lips, but you held her in place and you both took a breath before allowing your lips to collide with each others again, just how you had last night. You could feel the wetness of her cheeks as you reached up to hold her face and it broke you down again before you felt her pull away from you. You both remained still for a moment, your head falling into her chest as she rested her chin against your hair, placing one final kiss against your scalp. 

“I’ll see you around, okay.” Lucy announced and you couldn’t even respond, just giving her a small nod as you watched her leave, but it didn’t really settle in until you heard the front door slam shut and you were left alone surrounded by her gestures of love that she’d made for you and you’d been forced to turn down. 

You didn’t know what else to do apart from clear the breakfast up, tears rolling down your cheeks as you scraped the leftovers into the bin, watching as everything she’d done for you had just been thrown away. You don’t remember how long you stood just staring at nothing, waiting for Lucy to come straight back through the front door and tell you that you both could make it work, but she didn’t. She never came back to your house again. 

You found your way back into your bedroom, crawling back into the duvet, and immediately the scent of her perfume hit your nose and you couldn’t hold it back anymore. You sobbed into the pillow, hating how you’d left things, but you knew you’d both come to accept the fact that what's done was done and you let it run back and forth through your mind until sleep took hold of you. 

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