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i need a pool day blurb with jenni after that bikini picture pretty pls bsf 💘 tysm

this is for @sunnyaelia who is constantlyy feeding my jenni obsession pool day II j.hermoso

finishing the final chapter of your book you near moaned with happiness, feeling as though you'd just scaled a mountain as immense gratification flooded your sun soaked bones.

with a content sigh you snapped it shut, patting the cover fondly and carefully tossing it onto the table a few feet away.

you'd been tackling said book for a far too long, and always having been an avid reader ever since childhood it had bugged you to no end that these days it took you months to finish a few chapters when you used to fly through a few books each week.

but life commitments seemed to stump that nowadays, though on vacation for the week it was the ideal opportunity to rectify that and only just two days in it made you feel immense relief that you'd conquered that.

you'd had your doubts of course, and they came in the form of the tall, tattooed clown you had the pleasure of calling your wife.

jenni was your favourite distraction but she was constantly just that, a distraction.

any sliver of free time you had away from family or work was consumed by her need for your every ounce of attention, and whatever you didn't give her she would simply take one way or another.

but your athlete superstar world cup winning striker was not as easily relaxed as you, and despite being on vacation together insisted on continuing her at times robotic rituals of exercise.

not that you could really complain given as much as you adored jenni as a person and a partner; her body, stamina and rippling physique was an immense benefit to all the perks that came with being mrs hermoso.

so your wife was off on her morning run, kissing you goodbye far too early for you to do much more than hum and roll onto your side as she chuckled and gently closed the bedroom door behind her with a click.

you'd arisen a couple hours later surprised that she still hadn't returned, but with the peace and quiet of her absence came the opportunity to finally finish your book and work on your tan, so here you were.

and it would seem right in the nick of time as you heard footsteps pad their way through the villa before her slides slapped against the concrete of the courtyard and suddenly your warmth dissapeared.

"you're blocking my sun hermoso." you warned with a small smile, eyes still closed but protected by a pair of sunglasses which were promptly snatched from your face.

"i am your sun, hermoso. just lighting up your days with my good looks and my muscles and my endearing personality." jenni quipped back with a grin as she settled her glasses on your nose and you cracked one eye up to stare up at her blankly.

you'd be lying if you said they didn't dip a little lower for a moment taking in her sweaty, toned and tanned half naked body before you which wasn't missed by your wife whose grin only grew at the sight.

"enjoying the view esposa? front row seats to la feria de armas." the gun show, the footballer smirked and flexed her arms obnoxiously with a few mock grunts as you rolled your eyes.

"can i get a refund?" you asked blankly, own smile curling upward as jenni's dropped and you closed your eyes again, kicking her gently and making a shooing motion with your hands.

"get out of my sun and take a shower, i can't tan in the shade amor." you chuckled and exhaled happily as she stepped aside and your face was once again bathed in the warm cancun sun.

"oh a shower? good idea, gracias bebé." her slightly chapped but still soft lips pressed sweetly against yours as she ducked down and slipped your stolen sunglasses back on your face before you smacked her ass with one hand as she passed, sending her a cheeky grin.

"niña traviesa." your wife clicked her tongue disapprovingly though you could see the corners of her mouth tug upward in amusement as she stripped off the singlet leaving her only in shorts and a sports bra, her well defined tattooed back disappearing into the villa.

you assumed that meant your peace and quiet resumed, how wrong you were.

"oh dios mio jennifer!" you groaned in annoyance as suddenly footsteps smacked against concrete and there was a brief pause of silence before a body met water with a loud splash and droplets rained down on you one after the other.

"sí precioso?" the girl popped up at the edge of the pool, tattooed arms crossed and her chin resting on them with a wicked grin as you glared down at her and wiped yourself off with a towel.

"idiota." you grumbled, tossing the now damp towel down on the ground and lying back down with a huff. "you suggested a shower no? i just wanted to share mi amor." again droplets rained down as her hand smacked at the water sending a small tidal wave across your legs.

knowing she was just egging on for a reaction you refused to give her one, only standing to turn your lounger around to face away from her before flopping back down on your stomach now which made her laugh, your wife pushing off the side of the pool and floating around humming something to herself as you settled yourself again.

but of course that too didn't last long.

"cari?" the striker called out, still floating on her back with her eyes closed, having changed into a brightly colored bikini which left very little to the eye or the imagination

you hummed in response, the noise muffled as you were still laying stomach down on the lounger a few feet away. "if you are in a competition with yourself, do you come first or last?" your wife asked as you only sighed, all too used to the strangely wonderful but weird way her brain worked.

"neither, no opponents means no winner or loser." you answered without moving a muscle, the older girl making a noise of surprise at your answer, quiet falling again as she took a moment to reflect on it.

"cari?" again you hummed in response, readying yourself for whatever was to come next. "can you daydream at night?"

"no mi amor, thats just thinking." you chuckled slightly at that one, jenni making another pleasantly surprised noise as again a beat of peace passed.

"cari?" a hum again. "if you clean a vacuum, do you become a vacuum cleaner?" you could hear the obvious grin in her tone at that as you snickered quietly. "no you'd actually become useful." you quipped as your wife scoffed in offence and kicked water at you, the few icy droplets which hit your back making you wince slightly.

"cari?" another hum. "if you drop soap on the floor, is the floor clean or is the soap dirty?"

"why?" you finally pulled your head up, sitting up at peering at her over the top of the lounger as she continued to float around the pool. "why not?" she rebutted, ducking under the water and doing a backflip beneath the surface as you rolled your eyes.

"show off." you shot at her, sunglasses slipping just down your nose as you watched jenni pull herself slowly out of the pool, sitting on the edge of with her legs still dangling in the water, wringing out her hair and stretching as she scraped it up into a bun atop her head.

your gaze found home on the way her soft tanned skin tensed and flexed with each movement, water drops cascading down her like she was stuck in a rain storm as she exhaled deeply and rolled her neck.

catching your eye she winked as you shook your head and laid back down as she stood and made her way over, disregarding the unoccupied lounger to your right and instead sitting on the edge of yours.

"so, is the floor clean or soap dirty mi todo?" you flinched ever so slightly as a cold finger traced down your spin, a smile forming on your lips which faced away from your wife who was writing out i love you on your back.

"both, the floor becomes clean where the soap hits it but the soap becomes dirty as it touches the floor." you answered simply as she hummed, seemingly satisfied with that answer. "smart and beautiful." the girl complimented, twisting around and trailing kisses down your shoulder blame as you sighed happily.

"i knew you married me for my mind." you teased. "no, for this." jenni grinned, one hand cupping a handful of flesh on your ass and squeezing before patting it affectionately as you reached out and pinched her thigh making her chuckle.

"again, idiota." you shook your head resisting the urge to smile, knocking her with your knee a little as you wriggled and flipped onto your back again, sighing as your glasses were once more snatched off your face.

"there is another chair there." you reminded as your wife scooched you across with her hands and laid down beside you, both of you near hanging off either side of the small lounger as her wet torso pressed against yours, though as the sun rose higher in the sky and the temperature soared upward the slight reprise now wasn't unwelcome.

"very observant mi vida, bien!" jenni grinned as your eyes opened and winced slightly from the sunlight hitting them, your wife quickly sliding your glasses back over them with a kiss pressed to your cheek.

"jenni i am going to fall off!" you laid in silence pressed against one another for a few minutes before she grew restless, sitting up and moving about nearly shoving you off.

but as you opened your eyes to tell her off further your words died in your throat, mouth running dry as the footballer tossing her soaking wet bikini top over her shoulder and smirked at the way your eyes clearly fixed to her now naked chest though disguised behind the glasses.

her breasts sat to attention, perfectly round and staring you right in the face as your wifes look of utter delight and amusement only grew.

"oh you wanted more space bebita? of course." you barely had time to process her words before her leg was swinging over your hips and she settled herself on top of you, shaking her head as her chest bounced and droplets rained down on you ironically only causing your mouth to dry up further.

but as you reached out eager to touch them her hands caught yours, interlocking her slender fingers with yours and pinning them down to the lounger as she leaned down, the feeling of her wet naked chest pressing against yours nearly having you moan.

"can't have you moving around too much ángel, you might fall off." her pearly white teeth bore down at you in a wolfish grin, sloped nose tucking into the crook of your neck as your eyes fluttered close at the special attention she gave the taunt skin there.

you felt her grin widen as your hips bucked ever so slightly up against hers as she suddenly bit down on the sensitive skin just beneath your jaw, sucking on the tanned flesh until it had turned dark red and sent your head spinning.

"mi niña bonita." jenni purred, kissing softly over the mark and trailing her lips across your jaw before finally pressing them against yours, a slight grind of her hips down into yours causing your breath to hitch with a gasp and her tongue to slip past your defenses, easily taking control of the kiss.

you barely had time to enjoy it before suddenly she was using her strength to easily pull you up and swap your positions, sliding beneath you as you now sat on top of her catching your breath momentarily.

unrestrained now you wasted no time gliding your hands across the firm ridges of her abs, bending down to press feather light kisses across her collarbone, tongue darting out to flick across the H tattoo on her sternum as she exhaled and tangled a hand in your hair, tugging your head up and into her neck.

"niña buena." the striker sighed as your hands finally found her chest and squeezing right as your lips sucked your own mark into her neck, normally not something your wife so easily allowed but too distracted by your hands kneading away at her chest to stop you.

but right as sudden as everything had started, in true hermoso fashion it was just as quick to stop, your hands grabbing onto her shoulders with a cry of surprise as suddenly she stood and hauled you up with her, legs wrapped around your waist.

"jenni no no no por favor amor i washed my hair last night!" you begged and tried to get down as you quickly realised what was happening.

but all you got in reply was a grin as you held your breath and your wife launched the two of you off the edge, icy water engulfing your body as her long tattooed legs hit the bottom and pushed off, the pair of you resurfacing as you coughed and spluttered slightly in shock.

"you looked hot cari, just wanted to cool you down." the brunette teased still holding tightly onto you as you smacked her forehead with a huff.

"estúpido idiota!" you hit her shoulder as she only laughed, pushing over to a more shallow spot where she could stand a little taller, hands squeezing at your ass in a silent attempt at an apology.

"pero tu estúpido idiota." jenni cooed with a smile that was softer, kissing your lips slowly and sweetly as your anger melted away, really unable to stay mad at the endearingly dopey grin on her face as she pushed a wet strand of hair out of your face with a lovesick glint in her eyes.

"well lo siento mucho but you are stuck with me forever and ever and ever now mrs hermoso."

#😭😭🫶🫶🫶🫶 #annoying jenni 🫶 #jenni hermoso x reader

[iwillpokeyouwithmyknife]

could you do kiss roulette #35 with leah pls?

wasting time - leah williamson x reader

35. a kiss against a wall

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You were furious.

You'd received a yellow card for time wasting, your second one of the night after receiving one for fouling someone in the first half of the game. Even you could admit that the first card was fair, but the second one was absolute bullshit - it was the 50th minute, for god's sake, and you were 1-0 up, why would you be time-wasting?

The ref didn't want to hear it though, and sent you off with a whistle.

You stormed down the hallway to the changing room, hands clenched in tight fists. You could still hear the roar of the crowd behind you, protesting your being sent off, as well as raised voices from your teammates and Jonas.

Leah had been watching from the bench, having to sit out the game due to a twinge in her knee.

"What the fuck?" she murmured as the ref held up the red card towards you. You were not a player known for getting carded, if anything, this was your first red card in your entire history at Arsenal. She watched your brows furrow in confusion, and then your face fall as you realised you were being sent off. When you stormed off the pitch and into the tunnel, she could see your eyes glistening.

You ended up running the rest of the short distance to the changing room, needing to let out some of the angry energy that was overflowing inside you. Once you were in the changing room, you grabbed your hoodie from your cubby, balled it up in your hands, brought it up to your mouth and screamed into it, as loudly as you could.

It helped, a little.

You were still so angry, though. And so... upset. It felt like an insult to your integrity as a player. You sat down on the bench for a few seconds before standing up again, too restless to stay still.

The door opened with a soft click, catching your attention. You looked over to see Leah poking her head around the door, a concerned look on her face.

"Can I come in?" she asked, waiting for you to give her the all clear. When you nodded, she came in and closed the door gently behind her. "Are you okay?"

You started to nod, and then sighed. "Not really. I'm pissed off. And sad, about the card and about missing the rest of the game."

Leah bit her lip, still stood near the door. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I dunno. I just- it's just not fair! I didn't deserve another yellow, I wasn't time-wasting!" you said, words pouring out now that you'd started talking. "And, like, I feel like I'm not the kind of player who does stuff like that. This is my first red card at Arsenal! I don't need to resort to things like time-wasting to fucking win, you know?"

You were pacing around the changing room by this point, working yourself up again. Your hands were clenched, and it broke Leah's heart to see you so upset and angry. She watched you pace, unsure whether to let you ride out your frustration or to intervene.

"Now people are going to think I'm that kind of player, and I'm going to have a red card in my playing stats this season, and-"

You were cut off by Leah grabbing you and pushing you against the cool stone wall, kissing you fiercely. Any angry thoughts you'd had quickly melted away as her lips moved against yours, too distracted by the feeling to think about anything else.

It was over just as quickly as it had started, Leah pulling away from you. Her hands were still on your shoulders, pushing you against the wall, and her eyes were wide. She bit her lip nervously as she watched for your reaction.

“So, all this time I just had to get a red card for you to kiss me, huh?”

#watch me get the most red cards in history 🏃‍♀️ #leah williamson x reader

[iwillpokeyouwithmyknife]

alexia’s chant and them all cheering her on 🥹🥹

#barça femeni

[iwillpokeyouwithmyknife]

Buaaaaa good morning to me indeed 🤭

#jenni hermoso

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Secrets | Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanoff

Requested by @sashawalker2

Summary: How do Wanda and Natasha react to finding out Y/N was a victim of Hydra?

Word count: 1.2k

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“When were you going to tell us you were experimented on by Hydra?”

“I don’t know, Wanda. There never seemed to be a right time.”

“Would’ve been nice if we had known before going to bed with you.”

“What’s the difference, Nat?”

“It’s like we slept with a stranger. We don’t even know you anymore.”

I blinked at them, pushing the tears back as the two women that meant everything to me looked at me as if I was a total stranger.

“I’m still the same person.”

“You’re not.” Nat insisted. “You lied to us.”

“I didn’t lie! I just … neglected to mention it.”

“What else did you neglect to mention?”

“I may have forgotten to tell you guys that I maybe have … some powers.”

Nat all but rolled her eyes and Wanda just continued to stare at me.

“What powers?”

“Not many!”

“What powers, Y/N?” Nat had clearly lost her patience.

“I’m strong and I can heal, okay?” I was ashamed of my past, of my powers, and being forced to out myself in front of my girlfriends was embarrassing.

“How strong?”

“I can hold my own against any of you.”

“Not without proper training.” Nat mumbled and I glared at her.

“Try me.”

“Okay, okay,” Wanda finally spoke, getting in between us before we started fighting right in front of her. “Y/N,” her voice was soft. “Why didn’t you just … tell us?”

“I was scared, okay? I was scared and ashamed.” I turned away from both women, my hands shaking with rage. “I hate what happened to me. I hate what they made me. I pushed down all my strength and all my abilities so I could just be normal.”

I turned back towards them, tears threatening to fall as I pleaded to them with my eyes.

“Is it such a crime to have wanted to put all that pain and torture behind me and just … pretend?”

Nat swallowed roughly as she listened to my words.

“You could’ve told us.”

“I couldn’t.” My voice broke. “I worked so hard to put all of that behind me. Telling you would’ve undone everything I did to be the person I am today.”

“But we told you who we were. That wasn’t fair of you, Y/N.”

“I know,” I turned to Wanda, hoping that at least she would understand me. “And I’m sorry. I just didn’t want either of you to think that I was some Hydra agent undercover or something.”

“And what if we do?”

“Do you?” I directed the question at Natasha, but then turned my attention to Wanda. “Do both of you really think I’m a Hydra agent? After everything I told you? After all we’ve been through?” I yelled, my chest heaving and my tears finally falling.

Wanda’s eyes shifted to the ground, but Nat continued to stare straight at me.

“Wouldn’t I have killed both of you already? Maybe while I was fucking you so hard you were screaming my name -”

Natasha’s fist collided with my face before I even had the chance to react. I barely flinched at the blow, even though she had used all her strength and channeled her anger into the hit. I sighed, knowing full well that I deserved it for how I spoke, but disappointed that she resorted to violence.

“Natasha!” Wanda cried, but I raised my hand up toward her, telling her it was okay.

“I deserved that.” I breathed, watching as the realization finally crossed her features that I had taken a hit from her and didn’t even take a step back. “I shouldn’t have brought that up, I’m sorry.”

“Y/N,” Wanda said my name softly, slowly approaching me. “I don’t think you’re with Hydra. I don’t think you have an evil bone in your body.” She took my face in her hands and looked deeply into my eyes. “You need to be honest with us from now on. No more secrets.”

I nodded, my eyes filling with tears once again at the softness of her voice. I thought she would’ve been angrier than Nat, but I guess she understood my desire to put it behind me to an extent.

“No more secrets. I’m sorry.”

“I know you are. It’s okay.”

Nat stood back and wordlessly watched us, still as the dead while Wanda comforted me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me to her, hugging me, and I watched Nat from over her shoulder. Her face was unreadable, blank, but I knew her well enough to know that she was mulling over everything that happened.

“They took me as a child,” I began, looking Nat directly in the eye. “I was tortured for years, injected with god knows what until I was finally able to escape.” I swallowed roughly, blinking away tears. “I can’t tell you how many of my bones were broken, how much of my body was destroyed just for it to repair itself within minutes and for the torture to start all over again because of it.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to …"

“I want to.” I gave Wanda a slight squeeze, letting her know it was okay, and continued. “I wasn’t the end goal. I was just a guinea pig. They were just going to use me until I finally died.” I scoffed. “Unfortunately for me, they made it almost impossible for me to die from anything other than natural causes.”

I sniffled softly and I felt Wanda’s arms tighten around me in support.

“I can’t even kill myself.”

“Y/N, don’t.” Wanda spoke against my neck and I could feel her own hot tears against my skin. “Don’t say that.”

“I tried.” I grabbed onto her, burying my face in the crook of her neck. “I tried to kill myself so many times, but I always wake up. I always wake up.”

I could sense Nat approach before I felt her arms around the both of us. Wanda was full on crying at this point and I was doing my best to hold and comfort her. As Nat embraced us both, and I could’ve sworn that I heard her crying too.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

I looked up at her, her eyes shining with tears. I leaned toward her and pressed my lips to hers and she responded in full, kissing me back while we held Wanda.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispered against my lips and I shook my head.

“Don’t apologize. I was the one who was wrong.”

“I was an idiot. I … hit you.”

“Which I deserved.”

“No, you didn’t. I lost myself.”

“It’s alright. I’m fine, see? Not even a scratch.” I tried to make light of it to try and make her feel better.

I knew it happened in a moment of passion and I truly did deserve it. I had deserved everything that happened to me. I knew that.

Before I could voice another thought, Wanda lifted her head up and kissed me, her lips trembling.

“I’m - I’m fine.” I breathed softly, her green eyes searching mine. “I’m fine, Wands. I promise.”

“I don’t want anything to come between us ever again.” Wanda’s voice was small and she sniffled softly.

“Nothing will. Ever. You two mean so much to me. More than you’ll ever know.”

#the punch 😭😭😭 #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader

[iwillpokeyouwithmyknife]

rumour has it

pairing: leah williamson x melody porcaroli (oc)

summary: sometimes all you need is for the public to find out about your old relationship with England's captain for you to meet the love of your life again and after all these years you're both still in love if not more

a/n: I changed a few things so it fits better with the story. their will be other languages is series. Also I hate how I wrote the match so pls ignore how bad it is hopefully it'll get better.

w/c: 4.3k

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 wosolvr, keirawalsh and others 

porcaroli_news Leah Williamson (footballer) and Melody porcaroli (singer/model) seemed to have know each other not only from school but from birth as their parents were friends.

not only that the two seemed to have been in a relationship from deleted posts from both of their accounts and some photos from their friends. The two also played for the Young lionesses (which she captained) and arsenal's youth academy.

It is seemed to think that the two broke up a couple months after leah got signed for arsenal. Was the break up the reason she didn't peruse her football career as in multiple articles she is praised for her talent and how she could be the future to women's football if she continued with what she was doing.

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𝐰𝐨𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐫 KEIRA LIKED THE POST     > 𝐰𝐨𝐬𝐨𝟒𝐞𝐯𝐫 as fast as she liked the post she was even faster to unlike it . liked by porcaroli_news

𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐚𝐧 I never knew she played for Young lionesses

𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐚�� I knew I wasn't delusional when I thought they'd make a hot couple

𝐰𝐨𝐬𝐨𝟒𝐞𝐯𝐫 i didn't even know she was gay 😭😭😭

mel KEIRA FAE WALSH WHY DID YOU LIKE THAT POSTTT

fav ginger I DIDNT MEAN TO IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I SWEAR AND I UNLIKED IT IMMEDIATELY

IM SORRY

PLS DONT HATE ME

mel no its fine it just I really wanted to go to the euros finals to see u guys win and now I cant without it being made into a huge thing that I'm going to see her when I'm not I'm here for you and Georgia and the other girls but mainly you two

fav ginger NO PLS COME

we need you

she needs you even if she doesn't know it

mel Keira don't

fav ginger sorry

let me rephrase

I need you

mel okay fine. your lucky I love u so much

Today was the day the 31st of July and of course you were excited to be going but at the same time your body was filled with nerves as you knew that you were going to see her.

The saying time heals all wounds did not apply to this situation especially with the fact that now the whole world now knows that you and Leah Williamson were in a relationship definitely didn't help.

So there you sat, as close as you could possibly get without actually being on the pitch your leg bouncing up and down anxiously when you saw the girls walk on the pitch. You remembered how nervous you were when you were doing the young lionesses and couldn't even begin to imagine how they felt walking into the final of the euros on home ground.

So the second the ball was kicked you sat proudly in your England shirt playing with the bracelet you and the girls made when you were teenagers.

It was now nearly the 50 minuet mark and Germany nearly scored but thankfully Magull was off causing the stress to leave your body and surely easing the lionesses nerves as well.

Although you'd thought you were quite undercover or disguised enough that people wouldn't notice you. But apparently not enough as Sarina saw you causing her to ask you to come and sit with her so the two of you could talk.

So when you both saw Beth mead go down the both of you held onto each other before she made her way further down dragging you along with her which took you by surprise, but you were sure she just forgot.

Beth seemed to now be accompanied by Lucy and medics but although it didn't look that serious you were certain she would have to be subbed off. All your worries for the girl went away as the stadium cheers as the girl stood back up and walked off the pitch with a slight limp.

"Melody" Sarina called out to you breaking you from your gaze "who do you think I should sub on?" the question threw you off guard "erm, I think Chloe Kelly. I've seen her play and I think her skills would make us more likely to win" your voice filled with confusion still.

"that's what i was thinking Kelly it is then"

Just as Chloe went on the pitch the game was on full swing again with Germany making their way down though that was stopped by Lucy with a header which went to Georgia who then passed it to Keira.

Pass to Ella.

As if Keira heard you thoughts she done exactly that and Ella sent the ball beautifully into the back of the net which sent cheers to going through Wembley stadium.

As you jumped up and down in joy for England but also for Ella who you could tell was ecstatic with the goal and had just scored for England.

But not soon after Germany make it 1-1

It was currently the 90 minuet mark and there was now going to be a break before playing the last 30 minuets and ever since Germany equalised the game the game had you sorting on the edge of your seat so many chances were given to them and thankfully none made it into the net.

You found yourself sitting alone as Sarnia and the subs were making their way onto the pitch for s speech and of course Lucy being Lucy she was sat on the grass the the kid she is.

It was soon time for the the girls to make their way back on the pitch but before they did a person jumped on your back causing the both of you to fall "Keira. What the fuck" you complained from the floor as the girl was still laying onto of you "get off" you shouted causing the lionesses to look over at the two of you and a certain blondes gaze to linger a little longer than I should of and it would of lasted longer if it wasn't for Georgia who snapped her fingers in front of the girl with a smirk present on her face.

Leah knew that the two of you keep in touch after the breakup as it would of been unfair if she'd told the girl to pick a side. But what she didn't know was how close the two of you were as it was kinda a rule for her not to bring up the other one when she was with one of you guys. You never posted her and she never posted you, your outings with each other other completely unknown to people who weren't close to her.

She laughed before somehow moving so she was closer to the girl than she already "no, I'm showing you how happy I am that you came" she spoke between kisses that she placed all over any skin that she could see.

Finally she let the girl go only when Lucy came over and told them that Keira need to go back now. "I'm so proud of you okay, so proud" you held her head in both of her hands kissing her forehead before hugging her tightly "now go and win this okay" quickly doing your handshake before watching her run back on the pitch and seeing you guys were on the big screen.

Next thing you knew it was half time of extra time and still England and Germany were tied but England was now given a corner which Lauren hemp was gonna take. You watched as she kicked the ball and Lucy got a touch on it but it wasn't enough but you watched as Chloe went to kick the ball but missed and went for it again and watched as the ball went into the back on the net causing screams to be let out around the stadium.

She was hesitant to celebrating but once she realised that the goal counted she took of her shirt spinning it around while running around the pitch.

She was gone be given a yellow card but no one cared England were in the lead and that all that mattered.

Next thing you knew it was over England had won. You felt tears begin to fill your eyes as you were so incredibly proud of your girls and obviously all you wanted to do was go onto the pitch and hug all the girls but technically you had no clearance to be there so you stood by the edge until Sarina told them to let you through as she knew that you knew a lot of the girls.

You eyes looked for the lionesses to find them in two lines and now was your time to get revenge on Keira for jumping on you earlier.

So you picked up some momentum and jumped on the girls back causing her to nearly drop you but her arms quickly found its place under you're legs. Unknown to two girls when you nearly fell leah reached out to grab you which didn't go unnoticed to the lionesses.

This time it was Lucy who noticed "shut up" leah grumbled as she could already sense the comment that Lucy was gonna, while she only laughed louder at the situation. "talk to her. It's clear you both still love each other"

"told you you'd win!!!" placing kisses all over the girl

Leah eyes on the two of you again wondering how she didn't know that the two of you were that close, like kiss each other close. She noted to herself to ask her later.

"to think you weren't gonna come" she dropped you on the ground turning to see you with tears running down your face "no don't cry" Keira's hand began to wipe your tears away "okay, ill stop I'm just so proud that's why"

You then went around hugging a few players before having to move out the way as it was time for them to collect their awards. And though you hated to admit it you watched her the whole time. I mean how could the girl not.

Even though you thought it was impossible she managed to get prettier over the year's the two of you hadn't spoken.

You watched as she got her medal and then held the trophy. You watched as she lifted it up and the confetti cannons went off.

You just watched her.

As if she felt your gaze, she looked your way but you quickly looked away. It looked as if the girl was going to talk to you but she was dragged away for an interview which you were thankful for. Your eyes watching her only going away when you saw a football being kicked in you direction, which you lucky were able to stop.

Playing with the football doing some tricks "Lucy, your lucky I manged to stop that ball or else" laughing lightly passing it back to her "come on you know you missed it" kicking it back to you "kick it in the goal from here I know you can"

The girl grabbed a camera man placing herself in front of it "okay everyone, here we have" the camera now showing you "the Melody Porcaroli, singer, songwriter, model and many more. One them being an excellent footballer. So who want to see her score a goal from here" the stadium roared which caused the girl blush in embarrassment "you can't say no now. gotta give the crown what they want"

Looking at the girl "I hate you" moving away you created some space between you and the ball so you could get some momentum. Looking at Lucy who now had a bunch of girls lined up with her. Touching your bracelet the began running towards the ball and kicked it watching as it soared through the air and enter the goal thankfully.

Leah watched you the whole time a proud smile on her face completely ignoring the questions that were thrown at her by the interviewer.

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"hello everyone. it looks like we have a big name in the house melody porcaroli here with us" the Alex stated giving you a quick hug as the two of you haven't seen each other in years.

"hi Alex"

"so what made you come to the game today" Alex asked "and miss a chance to see you. no but in all seriousness Keira convinced me. So how could I say no to her" Laughing slightly

alex laughed as well "And why did you think of the game?"

"amazing, I mean the girl gave it their all and it payed off and i think playing on home ground just helped drive her motivation as well as that Germany, they played amazing as well. The game had me at the edge of my seat the-" and suddenly you felt a weight on your back once again "-KEIRA. what's your problem. your lucky I caught you this time"

"well you wouldn't drop me would you"

"are you forgetting what happened earlier"

the two of you forgot you were being interviewed until Alex spoke up again "Keira hi. on that note the media seemed to have ,missed your friendship"

Keira smiled remembering all the memories the two of the you had. "yeah we met each other when she was twelve—"

"—thirteen"

"—barely, anyway and I was fourteen but I actually thought that she was the same age as me cause she lied about it" pointing an accusing finger at you "No I didn't. Okay maybe I did but I wanted to play with you guys and you all just assumed I was the same age as leah so I went with it"

"i thought that as well when i first met you" Keira look at you with an accomplished smile when Alex agreed with her. Looking at her you placed a shocked look on your face "Alex, she wont shut up about this now"

"and it wasn't till years later that the team found out that you weren't the same and as us or else you would of been with the Young lionesses that Alessia and Ella are in but I'm happy you were with us all the memories that we made"

Looking at the girl with a shocked expression "I'm twenty three Keira I could of been with either but I'd rather be the youngest than the oldest"

"you may be happy but I got hate for weeks straight as they were hurt that I lied to them but when I had my birthday party it had my age on it. Its not my fault they weren't paying attention, so really it's their fault i should be the upset one"

The interviewer laughed at the best friend's "anyway ill let the two of you go back to celebrating"

"Byeee"

pretend ur leah and ur in normal clothes in the last picture where she's hugging Keira also ur Lucy in all of her photos

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 leahwiliamsonn, keirawalsh and others 

melodyporcaroli Beautiful assist from my girl Keira to Ella who scored an amazing goal and I knew I was right when I told Sarina to put Chloe on as you scored the goal that changed our lives. Doing what the men couldn't (joking kinda not really) IM SO SO PROUD OF YOU GIRLS @lionesses

I've seen most of the girls grow as people and players. I remember when we would talk about the euros and how we wanted to win and now you've done that maybe not exactly how we imagined but I'm still so proud of you.

p.s why an I celebrating like I was on the pitch and make fun of Young Keira in the comments😜 oh and watch my post match interview as well

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𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐡 I'm so proud of you. I wouldn't be the person that I am on and off the pitch without you     > 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢 stop don't lie your just naturally talented

𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐡 OMG WHY THAT PHOTO     > 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢 I had worse I could of posted so be grateful

 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚 me in the background of that photo

𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞_𝐦𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐞𝟏𝟏 oh, things are adding up now     > 𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐥𝟒𝐞𝐯𝐫 Katie what are u doing here???

𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐞 I look so cool in that hat     > 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢well I bought it specifically for you and you look leng in it. joe watch out I'm gonna steal ur girl

𝐰𝐨𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐫 MELODY PLAY FOOTBALL AGAIN PLS WE NEED YOU FOR THE WWC     > 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢 erm thanks for the compliment but I'm not that good     > 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐳𝐞 I agree with them. you're nearly as good as me, nearly. don't let it go to ur head okay     > 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢 THE LUCIA ROBERTA TOUGH BRONZE COMPLIMENTED ME. not gonna happen though and u know why so don't

𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐳𝐞 come over and visit barca soon. I miss you . liked by melodyporcaroli

𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐧 I knew I wasn't going crazy when I thought I saw her

𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨𝟗𝟗 why aren't I in this photo dump. but Keira's here FIVE TIMES FIVE       > 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢 sorry next time I see you. you'll get a whole post dedicate to u okay. ur my fave Italian girl

𝐰𝐨𝐬𝐨𝟒𝐞𝐯𝐫 leah completely ignored the question just to watch Melody instead. porcalison when

𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐚𝐧 did you see when Melody nearly fell when she jumped on Keira and Leah went out to grab her to stop her from falling. she's down so bad even after years

𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 these comments are killing me. someone explain pls preferably you or leah

𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢_𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 stop did you see her with the football. she got skills. GO PRO NOWW ENGLAND NEEDS YOU FOR THE WWC

𝐰𝐨𝐬𝐨𝟒𝐞𝐯𝐫 STOP THE WAY LEAHS LOOKING AT HER. IM DEAD. THEIR SO CUTE

After a lot of public celebrating the team along with some of their friend found themselves celebrating privately at club that a friend of theirs owned so that they could party without anyone interrupting them as they all just wanted some time without fans.

Now the majority of the girl's were drunk and were defiantly going to be hungover tomorrow at least Melody was but she technically didn't have to be somewhere tomorrow so she definitely wasn't holding back.

So you found yourself dancing up against Lucy as she was the only one who truly was get drunk with her and wouldn't tell her to slow down. "She won't stop glaring at me" the older women spoke up causing you to stop dancing for a second before continuing "Like Its taking the fun out of it tonight, Mel I looks could kill i'd be dead" stepping away and turning you around so your not facing each other.

"I mean even Keira can't calm her down. So either talk it out or fuck it out" the words that left her lips caused your to part full of shock

Slapping the girl on her hard "LUCY. You can't say stuff like that"

"What. I suggest the second one it'll feel better also more fun"

You love Lucy but honestly the girl says stuff without even thinking and the alcohol definitely didn't help her.

"oh would you look at that my drinks empty. Need a refill" sprinting to the bar "strongest drink you have please" Asking the blonde bartender. Pulling out your card to pay but one beat you to it and the scent that that came with it was all to familiar.

"I can pay for my own drinks" your eyes staring on you drink "I know but think of this as me repaying you for all the times you would pay for snacks after practice"

"Leah" the words were barley heard but it was enough to take the girl over the edge.

Oh how much power that one voice had has.

What she didn't know was that her voice had the same affect on you and the alcohol in both of your systems didn't help it only made each word spoken sound better.

Leah closed her eyes as if to savour this moment her voice replaying in her head "say my name again" looking in the girls eye's "leah. Stop with whatever your doing, I need to go"

Walking away before anything would happen between the two of you. To be fair you didn't know when you'd see the girl but with you spending the majority of the time in America due to work and avoiding going home you had no chance to see her.

So the entire night you had spent it avoiding a certain girl with blonde hair and that girl spent the entire night with her eyes solely on you and she wasn't hiding it.

Everyone there knew who she was watching some with more info than others (Lucy,  Keira and Georgia). Everyone one who knows Leah knew that she never was this interested in a girl. Whenever a girl came up to her she would always turn them down no matter how hot they were so to see her this interested in a girl was something new.

You'd went around and had a fun time with some of the girl's (Rachel Daly) singing so of your songs on the karaoke machine and shed honestly sounded better than you "you should feature me on your next album" She'd joked and you being you said yes.

And after a shit tin of drinks and some dancing you'd found yourself walking to the toilet upstairs which was like a proper bathroom as the owner (your friend Ellie) often would fall asleep at Work so it was just easier for her.

Going to close the door you felt someone slip between the gap. "what the fuck—" A hand cover your mouth whirl they back you up against the wall. Opening your green eyes you saw Leah standing In front of you causing the fear in your body to leave.

"look in sorry barging in here but you wouldn't talk let alone look at me—" you hit her head, her hand that was once on your mouth was now on her head "—owwww. what was that for"

Pushing her away "I don't know maybe bargain in on me I could of been like naked" gesturing to your outfit which was a one piece "nothing I haven't seen before" a smirk on her face

"no stop that. you can't say shit like that not anymore" growing more impatient

"leave" the girl stayed in her spot intact she moved closer to you

"leah, leave. Were not doing this now okay"

Another step

"go"

Another step

This time it was her who spoke now that she was face to face to you "Mellie, Tell me to stop" her eyes taking in every feature of your face having not bring so close in years. The green in your eyes was brighter than ever. How you hair was now lighter than it was when you were teenagers. How your face was more structured now. How you were prettier than ever.

Though you wanted to. Tried to. Your mouth wasn't working the word stop barely being able to be said in your head.

The way the two of you ended hurt but what you were feeling right now was too strong for you to care. Every bone in your body was wanting no yearning for the blondes touch.

"tell me right now and I won't kiss you right now" her lips millimetres from yours. Looking up at her "I can't—" before you could finish the sentence her lips were placed on yours, and it was definitely worth the wait. Maybe it was the years of each other lips not touching one another. Maybe it was the alcohol in both of your system, but it felt better than it ever has felt.

Her tongue parts your lips, a moan coming from you mouth. If there wasn't any desperation in the kisses before there now was. The kiss now sending both of your tipsy minds in to orbit.

Leah's hand taps your legs telling you to jump, your legs which were once on the floor were now stopped around the defender. Hands now under your thighs, walking the two of you to the sink so she could place you down.

Her lips now finding its place on your neck, sucking sweetly on the stop that would drive you crazy all these year ago "see that's still your soft spot. Yeah?" Tugging her hair in confirmation as she went at it again. You let her touch linger there for a second before needing her lips back on yours again.

She clings to you, her arm wrapping around your waist, on on your hip while the other was holding your jaw. Every touch that the girl gave you sent you over the edge. Their was a urgency in both of your touches as though you weren't close to each other. The clothes on both of you being the subject of both of your frustration.

Your hand fumble to Leah's shirt trying to unbutton it and her's pulling down the zipper that was already tauntingly low, as it was barely keeping your boobs covered. "fuck, Mellie. The things you do to me" the words were almost spoken as a moan.

Once revelling your Chest, the blondes hands grabbing them as her lips went back yours. Your legs wrapping tighter to Leah's waist in pure euphoria, Nails dragging down the blonde's back.

On of her hands went lower and lower until

"Melody, you completely disappeared—" Lucy voice trailed off, a smirk present on her lips. The two of you parted, Leah simply moving her shirt so it covered her and you well you struggled with tugging your zipper up, leah left out a laugh which quickly went with the look you sent her. "— Well don't stop on my account. Oh and make sure to lock the door this time" walking away "so my advise isn't bad, I can't wait to tell Keira and Georgia"

Fuck

#lucy 😭😭😭😭 #leah williamson x reader

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First Time Crush pt 2

Hi. So it's a little short, but I think it's quite cute. Again, if your name is Ellie, I apologise but it's a very common name for 20-24 yr olds in the UK

Barca Femeni x Reader; OC x Reader

Description: R is trying to text Ellie

Word Count: 1.5k

It had been 3 days. 3 days of you sitting and staring at your phone with Ellie’s number saved in it. It’s not that you didn’t want to text her – you so desperately wanted to text her – it was more that you didn’t know how. You didn’t really do … whatever you were attempting to do. Everyone at Barca knew you didn’t really initiate hangouts or things like that. They were more than happy to sort it all for you. Your birthday meal – Alexia had texted everyone saying when and where to meet; your turn to organise team bonding – Ingrid had taken over for you, telling everyone what to bring and when to turn up at your flat; you wanted to do go exploring on your day off – Ona had created the group chat. It’s not that you didn’t want to; it’s that you just … couldn’t.

“Have you texted your uno amor verdadero yet?” Jana called across the locker room. You blushed heavily, turning your head away from the group. Their eyes fell on you, waiting for a response. Your silence spoke volumes.

“Amiga, it’s been 3 days,” Pina said exacerbated.

“I know,” you said meekly, well aware of how many days it had been

“She’s going to think you don’t like her,” Martina added.

“I know,” you replied even more dejectedly. That was something you really didn’t want to happen. You really liked Ellie. You really, really liked Ellie. You wanted to hold her hand and make her laugh. You wanted to see her smile as you handed her her morning coffee and help her with her Spanish. You wanted her to kiss you on the cheek for good luck like you saw Olga do for Alexia. You wanted her to push your sweaty hair back from your face when you went up to her in the crowd after a match like you saw Mapi do for Ingrid. You wanted her to press a sweet kiss to your lips as she drew you into a congratulatory hug like Cata’s girlfriend did with her.

“She’s probably waiting for you to text her,” Bruna added.

“I know,” you said so quietly it was barely audible. They really weren’t helping you at the moment. To them, it was simple – a pretty girl you liked gave you her number, so why weren’t you using it?

Social anxiety has plagued you since you first interacted with peers your age. At nursery, you hung behind your parent’s legs as the other children ran wild. In primary school, you were fine doing keepy-uppies by yourself all break and lunch. In secondary school, you were hardly ever there, often being taught by the academy tutors instead, so you never had to make friends. On the field, you thrived; you were cool, calm, and collected. Football was predictable; football had a routine; football had patterns to figure out and break down. People did not. People did strange things like wear your England jersey to tour club games; people broke from their patterns of wearing said jersey that threw you off; people held your hand and wrote their number on their arm; people did unexpected things.

“You have to text her,” Vicky sighed. God, even a child had more experience in this type of things than you did.

“I know,” you mouthed – the sound not coming out. You felt your eyes sting, and you willed yourself not to cry. It was so silly, crying over texting someone. Ellie had told you to text her. She was awaiting your message. Ellie wanted you to text her.

“Per la merda, give it here.” Patri said after a few too many moments of silence. She snatched your phone from your bag without waiting for a response. They had chosen their time to question you well, having waited until the older girls were out of the changing room to go for lunch so they couldn’t be scolded as they began their interrogation.

“No, Patri,” you begged. You knew exactly what she was going to do, and it was exactly what you didn’t want. You wanted to do this by yourself, not have someone take over again. You needed to step up and do this. But every time you clicked on Ellie’s contact, you froze—the paralysing fear taking over once again.

“Sí, Patri.” She smiled, running back to her little group with your phone as they typed away. You floundered; what could you do? They severely outnumbered you. And your go-to protectors – Alexia, Ingrid, Irene, Paños – were all out of the room and likely wouldn’t be coming to look for you for a good 10 to 20 minutes yet. As your mind spiralled into chaos, thinking about all the possible things that could go wrong with them texting Ellie, you missed Alexia and Ingrid slipping back into the room.

It was obvious what was happening. You were almost in tears, clutching onto the bench so tightly your knuckles were white – and a little group stood in a tight circle, eyes flicking back to you occasionally as they whispered and giggled to each other. They loved you like you were their little sister – they could annoy the shit out of you, teasing and causing small meaningless arguments like they would with their actual sisters. But if they saw anyone else doing it – this meant war.

“Qué está pasando?” Alexia shouted. It would have been comical had you not been so upset. Patri’s head snapped up; Alexia could see the colour draining despite standing by the door.

“Å kjære. Kom hit,” Ingrid rushed to your side, pulling your trembling form into her body before glaring daggers at the group in the corner.

“Patricia Guijarro,” Alexia’s voice was ominous. “Vine aquí.” Patri gulped; Alexia wasn’t supposed to back this soon. “Per què cariño pràcticament plora?” She was speaking in Catalan, so you couldn’t understand her very well, but you recognised ‘cariño’ and knew you were the topic of that conversation. Patri’s response was a flood of rapid Catalan, the two of them descending into a harsh argument. It made you even more stressed – you didn’t mean to be the cause of a rift within the team. All because you couldn’t text a girl who willingly gave you her number when you hadn’t even asked.

“Relax, Kjæreste. Everything is fine.” Ingrid soothed, sensing your increasing agitation.

The angry voices eventually died as Patri came to stand before you. She waited for you to look at her – expecting to see your watery eyes and wobbling lip. When you didn’t emerge from Ingrid’s chest, even long after the socially acceptable time limit, Patri could tell they may have fucked up a little.

“Um … lo siento, pensábamos que te estábamos ayudando,” you didn’t look like you had even heard her. She tried again, in English this time, hoping that maybe you just didn’t understand her (her English comprehension dipped considerably when she felt any extreme emotion).

“I’m … we’re … really, really sorry, chica. We thought we were helping—we don’t want this opportunity to disappear for you. I’m so, so sorry.” You heard her the first time, but it was nice to hear her say it in English, too. You lifted your head from Ingrid’s neck, straightened a little, and adjusted your top.

“It’s …” You were going to tell her that it was fine—that she hadn’t technically done anything wrong. But Alexia and Ingrid both shuffled a little, letting you know their displeasure and that everything was not fine. “Thank you,” you settled on—giving Patri a weak smile and nodding at the others, all sheepishly standing as far away from you as possible in the small room.

You were going to speak again when your phone buzzed.

Y/N: Hi. This is Y/N. I absolutely loved talking to you the other day at the match and wondered if you wanted to continue it? Maybe over coffee? I know a few places that sell good stuff and aren’t too busy.

Ellie: Nice try. Ik this isn’t Y/N – my guess is Pina, Bruna or Patri. My girl definitely can’t ask me out like that. But tell her, yes, I would like to go out for coffee with her tho. After ur next home game? xxx

Her girl? You liked the sound of that. You took a deep breath and typed your response.

Y/N: Hi

Y/N: Yes pls to the coffee

You waited a little before rushing to add,

Y/N: It’s actually me now btw

Ellie: Ik – my girl txts exactly as she talks x

You blushed, the world around you fading into obscurity as you texted. You missed the soft smiles and caring looks the others gave each other. You sighed happily, looking up to see all eyes were on you again.

“Ayyyyyy,” Patri cheered.

“Cariño tiene novia” Alexia sang happily, reaching around Ingrid to pinch at your pink cheeks.

“Ingrid, make them stop.” You muttered as you watched the younger girls dance around singing about how they got you a girlfriend.

“No chance, kjære.” She smiled, bringing you into a gentle hug. “Just wait until Maps and Lucy hear about this.”

I hope you liked it <3<3<3

#awww😭😭😭😭 #our protectors 🫶🫶🫶 #ellie knowing its not us texting 😭 #barca femeni x reader #vicky sighing 😭😭😭 #not the kid 😭

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Closest To You

Leah Williamson x Reader

Summary: Leah realizes how much she's in love with you.

Word Count: 562

“come back now please baby!” leah can hear you chuckle from the bathroom after her whining. she isn’t really sure why she feels so needy all of a sudden. you’ve both been intimate for hours now, but she still feels like she can’t get close enough. sometimes she feels like she wants to melt into you, it makes her feel a bit silly thinking like that. 

“i'm coming leah, i need to clean you up a bit before we go to sleep, we might wanna change sheets as we-” 

“no, no, there’s no need for that now. tomorrow.” you smile at her reluctance and leah just stares at your face, despite your whole body being on display. she’s not sure she’s ever felt like this before. 

she flinches a bit when you press the cold cloth against her inner thigh, she can hear you mumble a small ‘sorry’, but leah can still see a small grin on your face as you focus on cleaning her. 

leah sighs when she gets used to the feeling of you rubbing the small cold cloth against her inner thighs. she relaxes, but she always does that when you touch nowadays. 

“do you feel alright baby?” you ask her and leah feels warm again all of a sudden, the sweat that’s dried all over her body now feels like its evaporating. she shuts her eyes tiredly even though all she wants is to keep looking at you. 

“yeah, i’m just sore.” leah can feel your smile grow at her admission even though her eyes are shut, it makes her involuntary blush. 

“why’s that then?” leah opens her eyes and smacks at your hand, she flushes deeper, turning her head in embarrassment at your silly question. but she can’t help the sleepy grin that forms on her face. 

“you know why.” she says quietly, you take leah’s face in your hands and turn it back to make her look at you. leah just stares at you like she's in a dream, you just smile and peck her lips. “ i do know, it’s a secret only between us.”

when leah sees you turn to grab some clothes for you both she protests with a whine. she wants you both to be naked, because that’s the closest she can get to you. “baby, no clothes. please.” 

“alright, i’m not saying no to that.”  leah sees you just plummet into bed and it makes her giggle, she’s so giddy when you're around. everything you do makes her feel so dizzy. 

and when she feels you pull her into you, your naked bodies pressed together. your hand automatically landing in her hair, scratching her head. she realizes that she’s so in love with you. 

it’s hard to understand how she hasn’t come to that conclusion earlier. but the way you're breathing above her, the way the only thing she can smell is you, your heartbeat against her ear. everything just feels right. 

“i love you.” she just says it, because everything just feels so good, so warm. just so perfect. she feels you shift, your hand lifts from her head. suddenly you're grabbing her whole head and you pull her upwards making her look at you. you look so beautiful is all leah can think about. 

“i love you too, leah.” 

leah has never slept so well in someone else’s arms before.

#🫶🫶🫶 #leah williamson x reader

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SMUT! 18+ MDNI

Ona x Reader ... Alexia x Reader

WARNING: Cheating, lying, lots of unfaithfulness, alcohol consumption, ALL PURELY FICTIONAL!, potentially shitty google translated spanish

Summary: Your relationship with Ona gets messy when you see her team-mate and more importantly your ex for the first time in 2 years. With no closure, pent-up frustration and a night of stolen glances, is your toxic relationship with Barca's captain really all in the past?

Tags: Exes, fingering, semi-public, mirror sex, bathroom sex, Top!Alexia x Bottom!Reader, possessiveness, begging, light degradation

You stared, dazed, at your disheveled reflection in the mirror. Cheeks still flushed, fucked out hair, puffed up lips and lustful eyes that gave it all away. With everything that had just transpired within these bathroom walls, betrayal and infidelity might as well be plastered on your forehead and oh my god if you were to walk out like this-

Fuck! Your legs were on the brink of giving out, knees trembling and doing little to support your current state. You hissed silently under your breath, gnawing at your bottom lip, your eyes closing as you silently rode the aftershocks of intoxicating pleasure that had you clawing at the sink minutes earlier. You stared at yourself again, her lingering touch still tormenting your being.

Ona would know. Everyone would know. This would be the death of you as you knew it... and that cocky little bitch would revel in it. Despite knowing damn well that she caused this, conquering you entirely and shamelessly in a tiny ass public restroom. She'd do more than relish in the idea of how easily your body complied and eagerly answered her touch. In fact. She wouldn't let you hear the end of it. 

A smile crept on your lips at the thought and you had half a mind to hit your head against the sink for it.

"Fucking Putellas..." the words nearly a chuckle from your mouth.

You tried your best to compose yourself, letting the water run from the faucet as you focused on the cold sensation trickling down your hands. Just breathe. You could do this. You'd touch up your make up, comb out your hair, fix up this dress and don on your underwe-...Where the fuck...??? You tore yourself away from the sink, adrenaline coursing through your veins. The floor? No. The sink? No. Behind the door? No. The sudden realization sent your searches to a halt, launching at your bag and rummaging through it to find your phone. 

Y/N: [ARE U SERIOUS!!??] - sent Do Not Answer- A. Putellas.:  [Quien es este?] Y/N: [Alexia- I am not kidding. Bring them back! NOW!!] - sent

The text bubbles appeared, then ... nothing. She was mocking you. 

Y/N: [NOW!!]  Y/N: [please!] Do Not Answer- A. Putellas.:  [Me encanta cuando suplicas ;)]

"No." Turning off your phone, you turned back to confront yourself in the mirror. "Do not go there. Do not give in." 

"Act unaffected. That's all you have to do."  you demanded, gaze fixated on your now slightly more presentable appearance. And as your subconscious triggered a replay of what had just happened, you bit down on your tongue hard enough to not let out a moan from the mere thought.

*** hours earlier...

The venue was littered with an array of Barcelona girls drowning in red and blue lighting as obnoxiously loud music and decor filtered into all areas of the room. Bodies pressed up against bodies, and even with drink in hand, you were barely drunk enough to find any of this remotely exciting. Entertaining that thought, you took another drawn out sip of your 3rd? 4th? Glass of champagne before tuning back into reality. No, the only thing keeping you sane was her. The way her smile reached to her eyes and the warmth of her giggle as she chatted with her teammates, fingers entwined in your own. You’d be lying if you said she wasn't the only reason you had even come tonight. As Ona's girlfriend of 2 years, she had invited you as her plus one to Barcelona's night out after winning the Champions League. Usually, you would find a way to make yourself conveniently unavailable.

The reason for that awful truth now met your eyes across the room. Alexia. You took your time in dissecting her appearance, having not laid eyes on her for years. At least in person. Her outfit consisted of a soft white silk top, covered by a dark suit jacket and paired with a matching set of black formal pants that accentuated her height, the shirt exposing just enough to highlight her toned figure. One thing about Alexia was that she knew how to dress and clearly tonight was no exception. 

Much like you, she was stood beside some other barca girls. You could make out some familiar faces from the years past when your presence was frequent at these kinds of things. Seemingly becoming distracted from the conversation, Alexia's gaze was trained on yours, her cool eyes lingering for a second longer than necessary. They contained a hint of something unrecognizable. She seemed...almost sorry. Guilty? Remorseful? Nostalgic? Whatever it was, your psycho-analyzations got cut short, Alexia offering nothing but a simple head nod of acknowledgement before returning to her conversation. You let your mind drift to a place you hadn’t been or rather let yourself go to in the longest time. Your relationship. Your past. Your relationship of 2 years was a while and whilst you had started dating Ona shortly after her, so much of your situation with the Barcelona captain was...unresolved. All-consuming. Honestly, that was part of the appeal but it became unsustainable. So you went no contact after the split. 

Which…was now difficult that Barcelona had won. Not only was this a feat in women's soccer itself but it was also Ona's first big trophy win with her childhood club, so you knew being here and supporting her achievements meant a lot. Champagne in the opposite hand, you slipped your arm around Ona's waist, pulling her in closer as you two made conversation with her fellow defenders. Her skin was soft under your hand and though you shot a smile in her direction, her attentions were fully drawn to her teammates. Even then, you couldn't help but focus on how familiar all of this felt. How weird it was to see all these people again. The same festivities. The same alcohol. Only a new girl to draw you back to the present. Soft skin under your palm rather than a firm hand against yours. A long dress instead of a shirtless jacket. Maybe it was something in your drink that made you reminiscent, drawing your eyes across to her once more.

Her eyes were quicker, already laid upon you and you could feel as your heart raced at the gesture. Alexia's gaze was now somewhat darkened by the blaring lights in the room as she sat on a lounge, legs slightly spread apart and posture relaxed as an... extremely beautiful redhead you did not recognise sat in her lap, leaning against her chest. Shit. Reluctantly, you watched as her eyes drifted away from yours, her mouth coming closer to the redhead's ear, whispering something so abundantly hilarious, it sent the other woman's head flying back with laughter. A shiver ran down your spine at the familiar memory of those lips ghosting over your skin. In an attempt to flush away the sickly feeling in your stomach, you took another sip of champagne, ruminating in the burn as it travelled down your throat.

Jealousy? No. No this wasn't jealousy. It just kind of stinged to watch your ex so close to an attractive woman, that was all. Especially when this shit was happening directly in front of you. In fact, you were glad. Relieved even. This was just her round about way of showing you that she's moved on and, hey, at least it eased the awkward tension in the room. Even then, you watched as her eyes travelled down to where your hand met Ona, biting down on the inside of her cheek until they caught yours again. At that, she quickly dropped her gaze to the floor before taking another drawn-out sip of her drink, quick to replace the empty glass in her hand with another. You tried to return your attention to the people in front of you, brushing it off as a mere slip-up and attempting to ignore the way every nerve in your body was set alight at mere seconds of her observations.

By the end of the first hour, you caught sight of her again, leant up on the wall across the room, arms crossed over her chest and a full glass in hand, this time, with no redhead in sight. Your eyes searched the floor when you saw the other woman now talking to another Barcelona girl, getting awfully cozy. Alexia on the other hand was less than comfortable, evident in her tense shoulders and the way her tongue rested against her cheek. You laughed to yourself, recognising her obviously foul, drunk mood. Fucking classic. The second "la reina" didn't get her way, she acted exactly like a child throwing a fit. That thirst for control quite obviously made her a great captain but on the other hand a shit partner. 

You tried your best to suppress the sense of smugness growing inside you , glad you were no longer the one dealing with any of it. Without realizing, you turned your head to Ona, still sat beside you. Nuzzling into the warmth of her neck, you stared up at her dotingly, ultimately relieved you were with someone who actually cared. Catching her attention, the defender turned her head towards you.

"Hey, you feeling okay? Wanna go home early?" her words were barely more than a whisper.

In response, you simply shook your head, not moving from the familiarity of her embrace. A warm grin was all she offered before placing a soft kiss on your forehead and unbeknownst to either of you, sparking a full - fledged war across the room.

As the night carried on, Alexia's lingering looks became longer. More careless, turning almost predatory. Initially you mistook the unfamiliarity in her eyes for anger but as she found you again, gaze steady, darkened and with no sign of shying away, you could not deny how painfully obvious that look was. That look was your entire history. Alexia had always released her frustration on her partners. Never abusively of course but instead through hours of endless domination. Relentlessness. Pushing you to the edge over and over until you broke. Making you beg for release. Doing anything and everything possible to get her back in that position of power. You knew it all too well. Suddenly the urge to hit yourself with a pound of bricks became increasingly apparent as you noticed how wet you were getting, the memories playing back in your mind. What the fuck was wrong with you. 

Ona was right beside you. That fact in itself spoke volumes as you tried to think of the last time you had focused on anything other than Alexia this whole night, a burning shame entering your face, gladly concealed by the dim lighting. You and Alexia were long done. No, she had a girlfriend, a partner, someone. Whoever that redhead was to her. This wasn't and this couldn't be directed towards you. 

And so you tried. You tried so hard to focus on anything else, digging your nails into the palm of your hands to try calm the thrumming ache growing inside your body. But her presence was fucking magnetic. You could tell the alcohol was getting to her by the way her eyes dragged down your body, a slight smirk playing at the corner of her mouth as she bit her lower lip softly. They became mixed with something deeper. A need. An almost instinctual desire. And you could tell the alcohol was getting to you by how you kept meeting her looks. And how your body responded to her scrutiny, the ache in your core increasing by the second. You hated how you had to forcibly tear your eyes away. You could tell she was enjoying this, making you flustered. Frustrated. Squirming from mere eye contact. Like a pawn underneath her stupid fucking finger as your thread of honour broke by the second. 

You needed to look away and more importantly you needed this to stop. But as your inhibitions became hazier and that feeling... Those eyes on you, waiting patiently.

Don't. Don't. Don't. Please don't. No. Don't. 

Against all rationale and self restraint, for a millisecond, you locked eyes over your shoulder. Tilting her head, she simply offered a flash of teeth in response before turning away from you. You could have swore the room actually slowed as she rolled her shoulders and slid the jacket down her spine to reveal her back. You analyzed her tensing muscles. The tattoos that littered her skin. Fuck. Her back her back her back her back her back her back. You could barely form a sentence let alone a thought. If you hadn't been together for so long, she may have been able to feign innocence but you knew. She did this on purpose. Your mind replayed that image, seconds turning into minutes as her muscles tensed and flexed with every small movement of her arm, her soft hair falling so perfectly along her skin. What you'd to do be underneath all of that again. Turning back around, she looked at you over her shoulder with a shit eating grin and a small wink.

No. ha. No, fuck this. You shot up from your seat, excusing yourself to the bathroom as casually as you could muster and basically sprinting to the door. Every last part of you felt like it was on fire. Anger? Guilt? Frustration? Horniness? Beats you. As you looked up, Alexia was already on her feet, practically pacing across the room. Whatever remorse was present in her eyes moments ago had burned. Fuck everyone else in that room, to her? You might as well be cornered prey. Palms on the door handle you slammed open the bathroom, turning to shut it when...

"No." you uttered. Alexia towered over you in the door frame, hands blockading you from exiting as she slowly walked in and shut the door behind you both. Locking it. That same fucking smirk still on her lips. 

"Alexia. I am not playing along with whatever game you think this is." You were practically shaking from all the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"Calmate. I'm just here to wash my hands." Taken aback by the ease of her voice, you stood away as she leant over the sink, back on full show. You tried to stop yourself but as your gaze scanned over her physique, you felt another rush of heat to your core. You saw as Alexia bit down the smile threatening to rise, catching your eye in the mirror. God, she was so hot infuriating when she got cocky.

"So, Ona huh?" She questioned, still looking down into the sink basin. The sudden mention of your girlfriend's name formed a pit in your stomach which you tried your best to calm.

You scoffed slightly, attempting to mask the sweat forming along your hands. "Like you care. Seemed pretty comfortable with that redhead all up on you."

She looked up at you in the mirror reflection, eyebrow raised in challenge.  "You wish you were instead?" Your breath stopped. Why did it feel so wrong to say no.

"I'm joking." She looked back down and you felt your heart drop. Why did it drop? You watched intently as she turned off the tap and shook her hands dry, placing them against the edge of the sink. You watched the way her shoulders flexed, supporting her weight, her stature built to a tee. 

"You always have been a social climber though." Her words came out as a slight chuckle, an almost amused expression playing out on her face in the mirror. 

"What the fuck is that meant to mean." The forcefulness of your words surprised even you.

"You know, someone who has a reputation for trying to score whoever will get you the most attention."

"I know the definition of the word Alexia. Why are you doing this? What's with the sudden attention to my personal life." You kept looking at her in the mirror in an attempts to force her gaze back to yours but she didn't budge. God, you felt pathetic standing here, just admiring her stupid muscular build.

"Just expected you to be with someone a little less...soft. Can't really see a girl like her spitting in your mouth." The corners of her lips lifted, attempting to set you off in any way possible. 

"Shut up." 

Noticing your riled up reaction, she pressed harder. "No, no, I get it. You always had a thing for taller girls who... oh wait."

"Alexia-"

Her voice became slightly aggressive, a mocking tone now present in her words. "Sorry, you are actually with her cause she's so sweet right? Is that why your eyes have been on me the whole night instead of her."

You grabbed her arm steadily, turning her against the counter. 

"Shut the fuck up." Your words contained a hint of a smile, becoming muffled as you pulled her face down to yours, pressing your lips together in a heated kiss. You moved your lips softly against hers, feeling 2 years of tension in your body slowly melt away.

She teared away from you almost immediately, staring at you with furrowed brows. "What the fuck are you doing? I'm with someone." Her words sent a rush of heat to your cheeks, caught on how to even respond as you looked at her alarmed gaze. You were a mixture of mortified, confused and shocked at what the fuck you just pulled. More than that, you were still craving another taste of her.

"Shit. Fuck. Sorry I-"

A smug grin flashed across her face before she spoke again. "I'm kidding, I just love seeing you flustered."

At that she grabbed a fistful of your hair, causing you to let out a moan against her mouth as she pushed you roughly up against the tiled wall, deepening the kiss. Her strength was nothing if not attractive, her frame towering over you and keeping you cornered as she explored your mouth. Nothing about her was slow or careful. She threw caution to the wind, biting down on your bottom lip before forcing her tongue inside to brush against your own, making you whimper as her hand remained tight in your hair, forcing your neck back. You could taste the remainder of alcohol on her lips and it was intoxicating, her mouth savoring every part of you and leaving you breathless. She tasted so Hot. Sweet. Perfect. You dragged your hands across her broad shoulders before sliding them up to her neck, attempting to reel her in even closer. You felt her smile against your mouth at your desperation, clearly enjoying the way you so easily submitted to her. And you gladly did. You let her hold you like you were hers and hers only. You let her force her hips into yours, pinning you in place as she worked your mouth. You let her hands roam freely along your body, setting your skin on fire as she found your waist and settled against your ass, firmly gripping it in her hands. You tried to get a breath in but every attempt was only met with more intensity from Alexia, sliding her tongue against yours with a hunger that lingered along every inch of your body.

Finally pulling away to catch her breath, Alexia's eyes raced between your own and back to your lips, chest rising and falling. Tightening her grip in your hair, she angled your chin up further, allowing her to gain full access to your neck. Using her other hand to steady herself against the wall, she slowly lowered her head down, breath hot against your skin. Instead of saying anything she placed her lips against your neck, sending a wave of electricity through you as she began mixing the softness of her lips with the harsh marks she left on you, blurring the lines between pain and pleasure. If tonight was any evidence, she was extremely territorial over what was hers, making sure to sink her teeth just enough to leave a bruise, the sharp spike of pain making you softly whimper, your hand still keeping her head steady against you. She moved her hands along your waist, trailing upwards to your ribs and coming back down, soaking in the feeling of you so helpless against her. Her touch was so familiar. The perfect mix of rough and right which left you only wanting more and nothing else. No one else. That thought caused your throat to dry. You swallowed before speaking through labored breaths, Alexias lips unrelenting from your skin. 

"We shouldn't be doing this... we can't." The words didn't come out of you easily, everything about her was so...excruciatingly addicting. The way she tasted. The way she knew your body like the back of her hand. The way she looked up at you then.

"Yeah?" She spoke lowly against you. You felt another smile spread across her face as she ran her hands further down your thighs, before dragging her fingertips ever so slowly up the inside of your legs. You were definitely shaking. You felt every breath and inflection on your skin as she spoke again "Tell me to stop." Your head tilted back against the wall, head spinning and lips unable to even move. "Alexia-" is all you managed to breathe out.

"Hm?", she moved up to your jaw this time, her kisses more careless and passionate as she dragged her fingertips up more. Higher. Higher. Higher- You let out a pathetically loud whimper that you could tell she was more than satisfied with, evident in the small laugh she let out. Every slight touch of her fingers left your body annoyingly sensitive, the longing in your cunt only growing. Teasingly, she stopped right before the edge of your underwear, caressing your skin and moving her head to look at you as she waited for your response. "Tell. Me. To. Stop."

"No, Don't..." Your words were more of a sigh than anything else.

She lifted an eyebrow at you, moving her fingertips back down your thigh. You didn't even need her to speak to know what it meant. She wanted you to work for it. Beg to have her fingers inside you. 

"Please...fuck...Don't Stop." Your words were breathy but you didn't care anymore. You were practically dripping and you needed her fingers, mouth, fucking anything to feel release. 

"Good." She smirked again before guiding her fingers over your underwear that barely kept you decent, feeling as you soaked through the fabric. 

"Fuck, you are drenched. This wet over a quick make out?" 

"I've been like this the whole night." You met her eyes as you said that, staring up at her shamelessly. 

She let out a soft groan at your words before running her hands underneath your underwear, feeling your warmth against her fingers. She looked back up at you, watching as your breathing became shallow, eyes closed and eyebrows scrunched together, before continuing to focus on her hands. She collected the wetness from your entrance before guiding her fingers back to trace painfully slow circles over your clit, alternating her pattern frequently enough to not give you any proper stimulation. Your breath and desperation only increased. 

She leant into you again, biting down against your ear lobe, eliciting another whine. Her voice was low as she spoke. "It's been so long... you might have to remind you how you like to take it." Her fingers began to gradually circle faster around your clit, pressing down with just enough pressure to make your head spin. "Was it like this?" In response you could only move your hips down against her, attempting to increase the friction by any means possible. Noticing your actions, she simply pulled her hand away, causing you to let out a soft cry.

"Or... was it like this?" She rubbed a finger through your slick folds before pushing inside, curling it against your g-spot and slowly sliding back down your walls. The simple gesture of her fingers inside you caused your eyes to roll back in your head as you once again slumped back against the wall in frustration. 

"Fuck, Alexia. Just do something." As soon as the words left your mouth, you wished you had bit your tongue. Cautiously gazing up at her, her expression was what could only be described as amused though you were almost certain it was not sincere. She shook her head slightly in disbelief before putting on another shit eating grin. 

"So brave..." Before you could even think to say anything she unceremoniously spun you back to the sink basin, keeping your back against her chest as her hands steadied you against it. You looked back at her over your shoulder, more confused than anything else. 

"What are yo-"

She used her hand to angle your chin forcefully back to the mirror. "Shut up and grip the counter."

You did as you were told. Frankly, you were in no position to argue when you were ready to do just about anything to satisfy the building need inside you. You watched the mirror as Alexia hiked up your dress to your hips, exposing your underwear. Running her hands along your back, she moved the zipper fully down before tugging the hem of it upwards. "Off." She demanded next to your ear. You wasted no time pulling it over your head in one swoop and discarding it to the floor, a pink flush appearing in your cheeks as you remembered your decision earlier that day to not wear a bra for comfort purposes, regretting it more than anything as you watched how Alexia took her time to run her eyes up and down the length of your body in the reflection. When she caught your eye again, her smirk only grew at your flustered appearance, which if anything, only made you more flushed. Slowly she began to drag your underwear down your legs, gaze intent on watching just how wet you had gotten for her. Even the simple graze of her fingers down your legs felt like enough to make you explode. You stepped out of them awkwardly from your compromising position, feeling as the cold air hit you. 

Her veined hands wrapped around the base of your neck, thumb acting to angle your head firmly back to the mirror. "Keep your eyes on mine yeah?" Her words were paired by her thumb softly caressing your jaw though her firm grip on your neck reminded you of her true intentions. You looked at your reflection then, namely the way your hair had lost any essence of normality thanks to Alexia's forcefulness, but also at how easily you had let yourself end up in this current position. You were on full display in front of her with nothing left to spare and she hadn't done anything but remove her jacket. 

Suddenly, your scrutiny was interrupted by the feeling of her knee prying the back of your legs open as her other arm curved around the front of your stomach gliding further down. Her two fingertips ran against your folds, going lower to toy you with your entrance. Your hands gripped the counter tighter as you struggled to keep your eyes from folding over in pure bliss. You felt as your arousal pooled along her fingers.

"Don't get that shit on me." She met your eyes in the mirror as she warned and you knew better than to question her. 

You could barely ruminate in the feeling before she slipped both digits in, causing your mouth to fall agape, eyes fixated on her as you let out a tortured gasp. Despite how ready you were, the lack of preparation you got was enough to make you clench around her. Slowly she pulled her fingers out before pumping into you again, making sure to toy with your g spot as she curled up inside you. She knew exactly how and where you wanted her, continuing to fuck you slowly, as she hit every single angle which made you arch your back into her chest. She moved her hand from your chin to caress the curve of your shoulders and down your chest, taking your left nipple in between her fingers before pinching it, sending a spike of pain through your nerves whilst simultaneously causing a flood of heat to your core. She continued to rub you between her fingers as her other hand moved in and out of you, painstakingly steady. As she curled into you again, you arched off her, which she quickly undid, forcing her arm back to push you back further onto her. 

"Alexia-" you whimpered, the movement of her fingers filling you again and again.

"Words." She bit back, gaze darkened.

"God, you feel so good." You didn't even recognise your voice, high-pitched and filled with a desperation that was embarrassingly obvious. You tried to grind down against her in order to quicken the pace, causing her palm to press against your clit with every move and sending your head backwards as you bared your neck. 

"I know." Her voice was more breathy than before, though she tried hard to not show it. You could tell that watching you fuck yourself on nothing but her fingers was enough to stroke that massive ego of hers as well as stir a building need to ruin you. 

It was when she began to thrust in and out of you with a devastating pace that you felt all semblance of composure slip. Your hands gripped the counter tighter as your knees shook from the sensation, barely holding onto your weight. Noticing your struggle, you watched as her arms flexed in the mirror, supporting your body and keeping you pressed against her. Your eyes opened to find her own in the mirror, glancing at you, half-lidded, gaze burning with lust and control. You watched the way her hair fell across her shoulder, the way her muscles tensed as she worked her hands, the way she smiled at you when you found her eyes again. A strangled, louder moan escaped your lips, the mix of her composure and the pace of her fingers sending you into complete overdrive. 

She lent close to your ear, slowing her fingers a bit, forcing you to pay attention to her words. 

"Unless you want your little girlfriend to hear how much you love my fingers in you, be fucking quiet." You gave her a soft nod, biting your lip as you met her stare in the mirror. You couldn't help but feel your heart drop at the mention of Ona. This was so wrong. But you couldn't deny how much you wanted this. Needed this. Needed her. Just tonight. So you let yourself drown in the feeling. You let yourself slip through the cracks as she lent back and moved inside you faster. And when she slipped a 3rd finger in, the line between pain and pleasure became so hazy, you could barely keep yourself up. 

"Wait...Fuck," You tried to plead.

"Just take it." Her voice was low and demanding, using her spare hand to grip your waist. You bit down on your lip once more, trying to contain your cries. You tried your best to relax around her but against her harsh speed, it barely made a difference. A tear rolled down your cheek, vision clouding from sheer overstimulation but even then, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer, exacerbated by her palm pressing harder on your clit, circling with about the same speed. Your mouth dropped open slightly but you managed to bite your tongue, silently taking every last part of her fingers. 

She tapped your leg then with her spare hand. "Lift." You tried your best, limbs weak as you moved your knee up to the counter, feeling yourself open up even more. Using this new angle to her advantage, Alexia began moving into you harder, sending your head into a spin.

Just as she did a knock came from outside, the door knob rattling as the door started to shake in its place. Your head snapped to it, breath stilling. A few Spanish voices was all you could make out from the other side, nothing but a distant mumble. But Alexia didn’t stop. Instead, she simply kicked her leg out, slamming the door back into its locked position, her fingers refusing to cease as she spoke back. "Ocupada." The feeling of Alexia's teeth sinking into your shoulder blade sent your head flying back to the mirror as you cried out, the pain sharp, sending heat through your body. 

"Watch..." She spoke against your skin, gripping your chin in her hands, this time unwavering as you drew towards your high. "Or I stop."

You were a fucking mess. Splayed out in a borderline pornographic way, your forehead had a slight sheen of sweat, hair sticking to your scalp as your face grew more than a little lewd, pupils blown out, mouth agape and lips still swollen from before. Your moans had reduced to nothing more than incoherent mumbles of yes and fuck, her occasional, low, spanish grunts filling your ears as she watched you break. You held her eyes in the mirror as you rocked your hips against her hand, chasing your high and watching as the smirk plastered on her face only grew as you became more and more wrecked. You would call it cock-drunk but all it took was her stupid fucking hands. You could feel the pressure in your core building with every move and you weren't sure whether you could hold out for much longer. Letting out a soft keen, you dropped most of your weight to her arms. 

"I'm so fucking close" you mumbled. 

"Yeah? You wanna come?" Her gaze was still steady on yours, magnetic and dominating. 

"Mhm." 

"Ya sabes qué hacer." The smile in her words more obvious now.

"Please...I-" your words were cut short by a moan as she curled her fingers against your walls. "Fuck. Please let me come." You managed.

"Mmm who gets you this fucking wet?" Her voice was so mocking and you couldn't care less.

The answer was simple. "You."

"¿Quién sabe cómo hacerte sentir tan bien?"

"You."

"Say my name." Her words trailed off into a strangled breath.

"Alexia. Please." You whimpered.

"Again." Her tone was harsher now, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she gripped you further back onto her, listening to the way you keened her name. 

"Alexia..." You moaned slightly louder. 

"Slut." Her words contained a hint of a chuckle as she grabbed your hair into a ponytail, forcing your neck back. 

She pressed down harder and harder, moving at a destructive pace against you. You held her eyes as she curled against your g spot, searing pleasure throughout your heat and sending you over the edge. Hot, white ecstasy coursed through your body, your weight fully dependent on her arms as the throbbing in your cunt quickly turned into oversensitivity, You felt your eyes brim with tears, causing her to slow her hand and pull out of you, wiping her fingers on your thigh. 

She barely gave you a second to come down from your high, spinning you around forcefully to face her. She looked deeply into your eyes, angling your head up as she moved closer to you. Wanting nothing more than to taste her soft lips after her brutality, your eyes fluttered closed. You waited desperately. When the lack of anything on your mouth became more apparent, you opened your eyes to find her still staring down at you, inches away, smirking as she ran her fingers on your jaw. Without another word Alexia turned on her heels and exited the bathroom door, leaving you here. Alone. And completely undone. 

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ingrid x mapi x reader smut 18+ mapi + r turn the tables on ingrid after a stressful week.

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If there was one thing that practically everyone knew about your relationship, it was that Ingrid had you and Mapi under her thumb. One word from her, and the two of you would abandon whatever ridiculous idea you were plotting, smile guiltily at her, and do as she said. It was assumed that this was how things went in… other aspects of your relationship. 

That assumption would be correct. 

You and Mapi did what Ingrid wanted. You fucked when she said you could. You came only when she allowed it. You took any punishment she decided on, though not without complaint. And while Mapi definitely had some power over you too, you were the true, definitive sub in the relationship. Most of the time spent with your girlfriends in a sexual way was either Mapi and Ingrid taking you to pieces together, or Ingrid taking you and Mapi to pieces herself. 

What never occurred, though, was Ingrid allowing herself to submit to either of you. She liked to be in control; in her life, she so often felt such little control, that when she had the opportunity for it, she took it immediately. And normally, this was fine. Everyone’s needs were met, everyone got exactly what they wanted. For Ingrid, that was being in charge. For Mapi that was toeing the line between bossing you around, and listening to Ingrid. For you, that was doing whatever the 2 other women told you too. 

Recently, though, you and Mapi got the feeling that although she would never admit it, Ingrid needed something different from you both. She was stressed, beyond belief. You were out with a concussion, which you were almost fully healed from, though the club was being cautious with you. Mapi was recovering well from knee surgery, already walking and back to normal, non football activities. Yet Ingrid continued to hover and do everything for the both of you like she’d done when you both first got hurt. It seemed like she was struggling with not being able to control your injuries, not being able to fix it and make it all better. 

She was under so much pressure at work, putting so much pressure on herself at home, that it really was only a matter of time before she snapped. And, of course, this snap came in the form of a screaming match between her and Mapi. Mapi was generally grouchier because she couldn’t play, and she’d get into moods sometimes where it was just better to leave her alone, and let her work through it. She’d always come to the two of you later, apologize for her behavior, and allow you both to make her feel better. Ingrid knew this, but she wasn’t having the best day either, the team having an awful practice after a less than satisfactory win over the weekend. She was tired, and annoyed, and had absolutely no patience for Mapi’s attitude. This all very quickly dissolved into an argument. You all didn’t fight often. Mapi was a short tempered person, though, and recently, Ingrid was too, increasingly so. 

You’d arrived home after both girls, having gotten lunch after training with some of your teammates. It was… eerily quiet when you walked into the house. No music playing, no show playing on the TV. You didn’t know where Ingrid was, but you could see Mapi’s head peeking over the edge of the lounge chair in the backyard. You headed that way, rather cautiously, confused as to what had caused such tension in the house while you were gone. 

Mapi was still pissed, you could tell that the second you caught a look at her face. She was holding Bagheera on her lap like a Bond villain, and scowling at the sky above her. 

“Hey.” You said quietly, sitting in the chair next to hers.

“Hi.” She grunted. 

“What happened?” You asked. 

“Ask your girlfriend.” 

“I just did.” You reminded her, smiling a bit. Mapi shot you a glare, clearly not appreciating your attempt at humor. “What’s wrong?” you asked, a bit kinder this time. 

“Ingrid is in a mood.” She complained. And so is María, you thought to yourself, knowing better than to say it out loud. You reached out, taking her hand in yours, glad when you saw her body visibly relax at the contact. 

“What did you fight about?” 

“I do not even remember. I came home and said I wanted to be alone and she just started shouting at me and I yelled back and then we both stormed off.” Mapi admitted. 

“Maybe Ingrid didn’t want to be alone.” You suggested. 

“Well, I did.” Mapi said shortly. You rolled your eyes. 

“María, I love you very much, but sometimes I think you forget that Ingrid is just as emotional as you are, she just does a better job hiding it. She was probably upset, or stressed, and wanted you, and you probably blew her off because you were focused on being grumpy.”

“I am not grumpy,” Mapi began. You silenced her with a single raised eyebrow. Mapi groaned. “Fine, I will go apologize.” 

“No, not yet. I’ll go talk to her. You can come in in 10 minutes, and then apologize.” You declared, ignoring Mapi’s frustrated huff in favor of kissing her forehead and walking directly back inside. 

You found your other girlfriend in the bedroom. Well, you didn’t really find her. You found an Ingrid sized shape under the covers, and carefully crawled onto the bed next to it.

“Ingrid,” you called softly, only hearing a soft sniffle in response. This was your first clue that something was really wrong, more than just the fight. “Let me see you.” You insisted, pulling the covers off your girlfriend’s head. She was curled up into a miserable little ball, cheeks tearstained, a frown set on her lips. 

“Hi.” She said stiffly. 

“Do you want a hug?” You asked, opening your arms when Ingrid nodded, and practically threw herself at you. Her larger body landed on top of yours, and she settled her face against your shoulder. “Hey pretty girl.” You murmured, pushing some hair out of her face. 

“Did you talk to María?” She asked quietly. 

“Yes.” 

“Is she upset with me?” Ingrid wondered. She sounded so unlike herself, so insecure and vulnerable. 

“A bit, before. I talked to her though. She isn’t mad anymore.” 

“She should be mad. I was horrible.” Ingrid sighed. 

“I think we’re both just worried about you, baby.” You told her, still holding tight even when she tried to pull back a bit. 

“I’m fine.” Ingrid replied in a monotone. 

“I don’t believe that.” 

“I do not either.” María spoke from the doorway. Ingrid stiffened against you, but Mapi was across the room in a flash, crawling onto the bed next to you both. “Ingrid,” she sighed, noticing when the brunette started to cry again. 

“I’m sorry, María,” Ingrid sobbed, shifting off of you to push her face into Mapi’s sweatshirt. 

“Hey, shh. Estás bien amor, todo está bien.” Mapi whispered, pulling both you and Ingrid in as close as you could get. “I am not mad, cariño. I am sorry I was so grouchy earlier, I should have made sure you were okay.”

“I’m just so stressed,” Ingrid said, so quietly it was clear she was reluctant to say anything at all. “I don’t remember what it’s like not to be stressed.” 

You and Mapi exchanged a look, wondering if this was the right time to set your plan into action. The plan that you’d been discussing for days, with no clear way to get it started. This seemed like the right time. Ingrid needed this, even if she would never ask for it. Never know that she needed to ask for it. You and Mapi knew just how well it could work, though. 

“You know what helps me when I’m stressed?” You asked quietly, wiping a few tears off Ingrid’s cheeks when she turned to look at you. 

She cracked a faint smile. “I do. I don’t know that making you come until you can’t think would help me, though.” 

She was joking, but looking between you and Mapi, she realized she was closer to what you were insinuating than she thought. 

“No, but letting us help you might.” Mapi smiled. 

Ingrid’s face was blank, but there was a flicker of interest behind her eyes.

“You both want to… me? You want to…” She trailed off. 

“Fuck you? Yes, we do.” Mapi said easily. 

“Very much.” You echoed. 

Ingrid looked baffled, completely shocked. Neither of you had ever expressed interest in doing this before, until now. And it wasn’t that she didn’t want it, not really. It was just… scary. But she trusted you guys, and it was this that had her pulling you both a bit closer. 

“Only if you want us to, Ingrid. If you don’t, we can just talk, just relax. Whatever you need.” 

“I want it.” Ingrid said, though it was clear in her tone that she hadn’t given in, not completely. She still held both of you like she was in control, like she was in charge. 

“Let me take care of you, bebita,” Mapi whispered, nuzzling her face into Ingrid’s neck and beginning to kiss at her skin. “Let us take care of you.” 

Ingrid still looked unsure, though she tilted her neck slightly to allow Mapi easier access. Her eyes were fixed on you, vulnerable and desperate, when she responded.  “I don’t know how to not…” she trailed off. What she meant was clear. She didn’t know how to not be in control.

“We’ll show you.” You promised. “We’re very good at it.” 

“You are. I can show you,” she began, but you and Mapi both shook your heads simultaneously. 

“No. You won’t show us anything. We’ll take care of you.” Mapi corrected. 

It was the first real demand that either of you had made, and Ingrid reacted on instinct, grabbing Mapi’s neck in a way she normally loved, before she seemed to remember herself, and froze. 

“Amor.” Mapi said, her eyes locked on Ingrids. You knew she was talking to you, though, and you knew exactly what she wanted. In the time it took you to get off the bed, grab the restraints from the drawer, and return to the bed, Mapi had Ingrid on her back, one of the defender’s hands holding the Norwegians wrists tightly above her head. 

“Really, María, you are going to tie me up?” Ingrid asked sarcastically, clearly thinking that her perfect girl didn’t have it in her. Her body radiated defiance, and you knew then that this would be more difficult than you’d been anticipating. While Ingrid wanted to let go, had agreed to it, getting her to actually go against her instincts was always going to be difficult. 

Mapi was quick to correct this defiance, though, her hand gripping Ingrid’s jaw as you began to tie the woman’s hands to the bedposts. “I will do what I want, and you will listen.” 

Ingrid still didn’t look like she was taking her girlfriend very seriously, and she was shocked at the way Mapi suddenly yanked you closer. The Spaniard grabbed you by the back of the neck, pulling you towards her. You were both leaning over Ingrid’s extended legs, a fact that she was viscerally aware of. 

When Mapi pressed her lips to yours, you could tell she wasn’t completely over her frustration from earlier, and that she was only putting it aside for the sake of the woman underneath you. You knew, too, that she would also benefit from taking control, and you let her completely take over the kiss. She tilted your head back to get a better angle, absolutely ravishing your lips, kissing them, biting at them, pushing her tongue into your mouth, until you were breathless just from her ministrations against you. 

“Mapi, I want her,” Ingrid said lowly, both of you clearly able to feel her burning gaze. You pulled away slightly, as if to move down to the Norwegian, but Mapi shook her head, pulling you back in until her words were whispered against your mouth.

“Eres mía. No de ella.” Mapi told you. 

“Yours,” you agreed easily, returning Mapi’s soft grin

“María,” Ingrid complained, now fighting the restraints on her hand, clearly very unhappy with being ignored. 

“Tan impaciente.” Mapi rolled her eyes, but leaned back, pushing you down towards the apex of Ingrid’s thighs. “Come.” 

Eagerly, you pulled Ingrid’s shorts and underwear down, tossing them without regard off the bed, before you buried your face in between her legs. 

“Yes, there,” Ingrid sighed, relaxing slightly back into the bed as you licked at her. You knew what Ingrid liked, and you knew what Mapi wanted from you. To build her up fast, and pull away, just as fast. You supposed the Spaniard was somewhere near the bed, getting the strap on, but you were much too focused on the task at hand to think about anything else other than the taste of Ingrid on your tongue, and the way her wet heat dripped for you. 

You focused on her clit, gently taking it into your mouth and suckling, before returning to broad strokes over her entrance. You added two fingers, her walls stretching easily to accommodate. It was only when she tensed under you that you opened your eyes, glancing upwards to see Mapi kneeled by the Norwegian’s head. 

“Open bebita,” Mapi told her. Ingrid looked frustrated to say the least, but allowed Mapi to press the strap into her open mouth. “Que buena,” 

The praise evidently did something to Ingrid, because as you returned to focus on her core, you could hear the wet smacks and light gags as she took Mapi’s length into her mouth. 

“So pretty with my cock in your mouth, sí?” 

Mapi’s words only turned Ingrid on more, and she only grew wetter as you continued to work her up. You focused your mouth up to her clit, flicking your tongue over it rapidly, fucking your fingers into her hard, using your free hand to hold Ingrid’s hips down against the mattress. 

“Fuck, I’m close,” she mumbled, releasing Mapi’s cock with a loud intake of air. And although you were slightly shocked by how fast this had happened, Mapi didn’t seem to be. The Spaniard seemed to know exactly what she needed to do to get Ingrid where she wanted her. 

Ingrid let out a groan from deep in her throat, and you heard Mapi shush her lightly. You could visualize what the Norwegian looked like, saliva smeared across her face, Mapi’s hand laced through her hair, and it only encouraged you. 

You didn’t forget what you and Mapi had discussed, though, nor did the consequences of disobeying slip your mind. So, as Ingrid’s hips jerked against you, and you could feel her muscles begin to tighten, you pulled away, grinning down at her. 

“No no no NO, elskling come back here. Now!” Ingrid whined, her eyes flying open as she glared up at you, a warning clearly evident on her face. And even though it went against all of your instincts, you looked away from her, towards Mapi, a shy smile on your face. She met your look with a grin, before refocusing her attention back on Ingrid. 

“Do not complain, cariño, we are just getting started.” She warned quietly, before she guided herself back towards the Norwegian’s mouth. Ingrid wisely chose to remain silent, looking up at her girlfriend with lust in her eyes as Mapi began to fuck into her mouth. 

The Spaniard pushed in far, shushing Ingrid quietly when she whined in complaint and squirmed slightly. “Just take it, bebita, be good for me.” 

At this, Ingrid began to bob her head back and forth as well as she could, a new look in her eyes as she let Mapi fuck her face. You were rather worked up from watching up until this point, and you took your opportunity when Mapi threw her head back, grunting softly as Ingrid’s throat put pressure on the strap, and by extension, on her own center. 

What little Ingrid had appeared to submit up until this point disappeared instantly when you pushed her leg to bend slightly and straddled her thigh. Ingrid loved nothing more than to watch you get yourself off on her, especially when she could tell you when to stop and wait, and when to make yourself come. This wasn’t one of those times, though, as she was quickly reminded when Mapi pulled her attention away from you and the slow grind of your hips against her leg. 

“Is she distracting you? Do you want to watch?” Mapi asked, feigning softness, though Ingrid didn’t seem to pick up on that. 

“Yes, want to watch her,” Ingrid replied breathlessly, her jaw aching slightly from the position it had been in. 

“You heard her, mi niña. Give our girl a show.” Mapi slid down to lay next to Ingrid, beginning to work marks into her neck. Ingrid was almost unaware, her attention completely captivated by you on top of her, steadily working yourself towards an orgasm. Her legs were muscular, and you’d found the perfect spot to rut again, the friction causing you to speed up, and causing slightly breathless gasps to leave your mouth.

It was an unusual sight for the brunette, though, to see you so lost in your own pleasure, taking what you needed without looking to Ingrid for some direction. It wasn’t entirely welcome, and your girlfriend felt the need for the control rushing back into her body. She tensed under you, and under Mapi, pulling at the restraints her hands were in. 

You were getting closer and closer, rocking yourself back and forth against Ingrid’s thigh, showing no signs of stopping. Mapi didn’t seem to be interested in stopping you either, her attention completely focused on Ingrid’s neck. The Norwegian tugged at her restraints once more, before she spoke up. 

“Elskling, not yet” she instructed, frowning when you completely ignored her. She wanted you on her mouth, or riding her fingers. She wanted to directly make you come, when she wanted you to, and not a second sooner. She needed the control, she thought, ached for it. 

It was submission that she really needed, though, you and Mapi were both sure. Even more sure now, having seen how her body relaxed at Mapi’s possessive and bossy words, and tensed when she tried to regain control. 

“Shit, María, can I?” You asked, directing the question towards the Spaniard. 

“No.” Ingrid replied, at the same time as Mapi gave a resounding ‘yes.’

 “Relax, mi amor. Let her make a mess on you.” Mapi whispered, her words a warm breath on Ingrid’s neck. “Do you feel how wet she is? I can see it from here.” 

“Fuck, Ingrid, you feel so good,” you cried, your head dropping forward until your hair hid your face, your hands bracing yourself on Ingrid’s muscular abdomen.  

“She is going to come on your leg, Ingrid, and you are going to let her.” 

“I want to taste her,” Ingrid whined, using a tone of voice you were sure you’d never heard from her before. 

“No.” Mapi told her simply, pulling away from Ingrid to watch as you fell over the edge, your body spasming against Ingrid, low whines falling from your lips. 

And as you collapsed onto Ingrid, so did something in the Norwegian. When she looked at your other girlfriend, it was with a completely new expression on her face. 

“María, please fuck me,” Ingrid whispered, “I’m dripping for you, baby, please. I need your cock,” 

Mapi bit back a smile at Ingrid’s filthy words, knowing she had the younger woman just where she wanted her. For the moment, though, she ignored Ingrid’s begging, tilting your head from where it was resting against Ingrid’s chest so the Spaniard could meet your eyes. 

“You did so well, mi niña,” Mapi cooed, rubbing her thumb softly over your cheek bone. You smiled lazily up at her, feeling Ingrid squirm unhappily under you. 

“María,”

“Shh, cariño, be patient.” Mapi replied condescendingly, her eyes not flicking up to Ingrid’s. “Do you want a reward, mi amor?” 

“Sí, por favor,” you replied almost breathlessly, looking up at María as if she was the only other person on earth. Ingrid felt something she wasn’t used to feeling. Jealousy. She wanted both of your guys’ attention on her, craved it deep within her. It was so unfamiliar, it was almost uncomfortable, and she let out a quiet whine almost accidentally, her body jerking up into yours. 

“Ingrid,” Mapi scolded lightly, finally turning her gaze on the midfielder. “You have to be patient.” She was enjoying this, the almost alternate universe that she found herself in. Ingrid begging her was something that never happened, and Mapi relished it. 

She reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the small vibrator she’d set out a few minutes prior. With both of you watching, she slipped it inside of herself, holding the remote in her hand as she pushed the harness back in place. 

“I will give you my cock. If you make our girl come before I do, then it can be your turn to come, vale?” Mapi rasped, lips lifting into a slight smile at the determined glint that lit up Ingrid’s eyes. 

Nothing else needed to be said, enough talking having been done for the moment. You maneuvered yourself up Ingrid’s body, turning around so you were facing Mapi, and hovering over Ingrid’s mouth. She strained her neck up, trying to reach your soaking pussy, while you stayed just out of reach. 

It was only when you saw Mapi click the vibrator on, and saw Ingrid’s eyes flutter shut as the Spaniard pressed into her, that you lowered yourself down. 

Ingrid had very clearly taken Mapi’s challenge to heart, because even as she gasped and groaned against you, she was clearly working hard to work you up fast. And it was working. It was just that Mapi remained pretty much untouched up until this point, and her sensitivity exceeded yours. 

The motion of fucking one of you always got her, too. The grind of her hips, watching the strap disappear into Ingrid’s cunt, the feeling of the harness pressing against her just right. It was all so perfect. 

So while Ingrid fucked her tongue into your clenching pussy, her nose brushing against your clit, Mapi fucked Ingrid languidly, slowly, casually, all the while the vibrator inside of her was pushing her closer and closer. It wasn’t enough to get Ingrid very close, but you and Mapi were right on the edge. 

Ingrid fucked her tongue into you frantically, able to tell from the way you grinded down on her face that you were close. You were fighting it, though, your eyes on Mapi, willing yourself to let her beat you, like you’d discussed. 

It was hard, made harder by the sight of Mapi with her head thrown back, small groans leaving her mouth, one of her hands toying with her nipple. You held strong, though, holding back until you were almost in tears, until moan after moan tumbled from behind your lips. 

Ingrid was furious under you, feeling your muscles clench around her, knowing exactly what you were attempting to do. 

Mapi grew more vocal, though, and you reached out, squeezing tightly to her hand as the Spaniard came. 

“Sí, sí amor,” Mapi cried, and with that, you let yourself go, a tidal wave of pleasure washing over you. It wasn’t a particularly strong orgasm for Mapi, which was lucky, because she was able to catch you as you pitched forward into her arms, shying away from Ingrid’s punishing and overstimulating touch. 

“Ingrid, your mouth, jesus,” you whined, feeling Mapi’s chest shake under you with silent laughter. 

“Neither of you are playing fair.” You heard Ingrid complain. Mapi eased you down onto the bed next to the Norwegian, and you forced your eyes open to take in the sight of the woman next to you. 

Ingrid’s face was flushed, covered in your wetness, her dark eyes glaring up at Mapi, who only smiled down at her, situating herself in between the Norwegian’s legs. She released Ingrid’s hands from the restraints, but pressed them into the pillow above the brunette’s head, making it clear what she wanted.

“Neither of us agreed to play fair, mi amor.” 

Without further warning, Mapi pressed herself deep inside of Ingrid, bottoming out in one smooth stroke. 

“Fucking-María,” Ingrid cried, her eyes slamming shut at the sudden influx of pleasure. 

“Do I feel good, niña bonita?” Mapi asked, her hips beginning an unforgiving pace as she fucked into Ingrid.

“Yes, so good,” Ingrid gasped. Her hand blindly reached for yours, and you grabbed it easily, very happy to watch as Mapi took her to pieces next to you. 

“Do you want to come?” Mapi asked breathlessly, although the answer was rather obvious. Her eyes were fixed on Ingrid under her, not wanting to miss a single second of the normally so strong willed woman pleading for her. 

“Yes, Mapi, you know I do.” Ingrid replied, somehow managing to sound annoyed and incredibly turned on at the same time. 

“Beg.” Mapi instructed, her hand coming to rest over Ingrid’s throat, her fingers pressing in lightly, just enough that Ingrid felt it, and just enough that her head fell back, and her body quivered under the Spaniard’s. She readjusted her legs, giving her a better position, and began to jackhammer into Ingrid, knowing precisely where to press her cock. 

Ingrid forced her eyes open, staring up at her girlfriend, as if trying to tell if she was being serious. She could hardly think, not with the way Mapi was fucking her. And when you began to brush your fingers through her hair, cooing sweet words into her ear, she knew she was done for. 

“I can’t take any more, María, please, I need you, please let me come, I’ll do anything,” Ingrid whined, her words broken up by moans and stuttering breaths. 

“Good girl,” Mapi promised, making sure the words were spoken in English, so they had the full effect. With that, Ingrid came, hard. Harder than you’d potentially ever seen her come, until her body was writhing against the mattress, her mouth open in a silent cry. 

Mapi worked her through it, as you pressed kiss after kiss to the side of Ingrid’s face, pulling her easily into you when Mapi finally pulled out. 

Ingrid’s body shook against you, quiet whimpers leaving her mouth as she finally got the release she didn’t know she needed. As she finally let go of all the stress she’d been hanging on to. 

Rather hastily, Mapi tore the strap off of herself, the vibrator removed carelessly, both items tossed off the side of the bed. The Spaniard pressed her bare body up against Ingrid’s back, so that the taller woman was squished comfortably in between the both of you. 

Ingrid seemed to be at a loss for words, only able to hold on tight to you, and tangle one of her trembling legs with Mapi’s. 

“You were so good for me, amor,” Mapi whispered, “so pretty for us.” 

Ingrid let out a deep breath, relaxing even more into your body. You kissed the side of her head easily, tangling your finger’s with Mapi’s where they rested over Ingrid’s body. 

“Thank you,” Ingrid mumbled, her face still hidden away in the crook of your neck. 

“Do you feel better?” You asked, running your fingers through her hair. 

“Better. So good.” Ingrid sighed, still clearly a little fucked out. 

Mapi chuckled behind her. “Good, mi amor. Rest now, okay? We can talk later.” 

And with the promise of a conversation, as was necessary in any healthy relationship, Ingrid let herself drift away for a bit, her body completely devoid of stress for the first time in weeks. 

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i admittedly did not proofread this

thinking a second part [who is shocked! who!!!!] where the trio have a conversation about taking care of ingrid, and mapi and r spoil their girl. fluff and a little bit of angst vibes. it that appealing? or should i leave it here? can't decide <3

#im sat #🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ #ingrid engen x reader #mapi leon x reader #mapi leon x ingrid engen x reader #nsfw

[iwillpokeyouwithmyknife]

There is a butterfly on her nose, oh my god. 🦋 She is radiant. ☀️

#a disney princess #jenni hermoso

[iwillpokeyouwithmyknife]

You Drew Stars Around My Scars || Jessie Fleming

warnings : angst with smut. cunnilingus, strap-ons, spanking, choking, window-fucking, shower sex and a little aftercare.

summary : part two of 'Thorn in My Side' Jessie and Reader lose touch after college but meet in the last place they expect to see each other again.

“Good morning girls, we’ve got some good news!” Mike says, walking into the conference room before training that morning. You were sitting with Janine, leaning on her arm feeling a little sleepy. She was buzzing a little, bouncing her leg, and feeling fidgety. You groan when Mike comes in, sipping on your coffee when he starts talking again.

“We’ve got one of our new transfers in the house, everyone please welcome Jessie Fleming!”

You’re pretty sure you shot your head up so fast Janine heard you give yourself whiplash. You look at the door and see her smiling, watching as Christine pulls her into a hug and Janine nearly topples her over with her hug. Everyone shakes hands with her but you hang at the back, hoping she doesn’t see you.

She does.

“Y/N,” Jessie says, eyes softening when she looks at you. You look up at her slightly and shove your hand out for her to take and she does, pulling you into a hug. 

“Jessie, it’s nice to see you,” you say when she pulls away. She smiles kindly at you and her touch lingers a little too long. She snaps out of it when you stutter nervously and she moves on to the other players she hasn’t met. Your eyes follow her around, heart a little painful as memories of your senior year stint with her resurface.

“Emilia!”

You yell, hobbling over to the girl sitting in the caf with her teammates. She looks up and is a little confused, setting her utensils down.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“You mind explaining what fucking game you’re playing?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she states, her tone suggesting she really didn’t know what you were talking about. You sit at their table and pull out your phone, showing her the photo.

She grabs your phone and her eyes are as big as saucers, zooming in and out to confirm that it really was her face in that photo.

“No offense but I wouldn’t ever kiss you. Not even if you paid me.”

“Me neither!” you say with a smile, all the girls at the table laughing lightheartedly, “Someone made this and sent it to a girl I was talking to and ruined everything.”  

Then it hit you.

No one but the soccer girls knew about you and Jessie.

No one but the soccer girls knew.

“Thank you and I’m sorry for all this!” you say, rushing as best you could out of the cafeteria to the locker room. You checked the time, it was almost time for practice.  

You text Megan and ask for all of the girls to wait for a bit before they head out to practice. They were all there, talking amongst themselves. You stood there and cleared your throat, bracing yourself for more heartbreak.

“I’ve told you all about Jessie and I but I didn’t think that it would come to this. The only people who I trusted with that information were everyone in this room,” you look around and there are lots of confused faces. You continue.

“Someone sent her this photo with a warning last night and despite my denial, we are no longer together,” you pass your phone around and watch as all their faces show even more confusion.

Except one.

She was standing beside you.

Someone you trusted with your life.

Someone you trusted to take your place when you left at the end of the semester.

Someone who you thought would be happy for you.

“You,” you say as you come to the realization. “I trusted you!”

“She ruined my last season with you!” she yells, anger seething in her eyes as the rest of the team gasps in shock.

“She ruined it for you so you ruined her for me?” you argue, tears filling your eyes. “We were getting to know each other, you could have come to me!”

“SHE’S NOT RIGHT FOR YOU!”

“Who are you to decide?!”

“Y/N?” the voice asks and you shake your head, looking up to find Jessie looking down at you. You blink and try to look like you weren’t just daydreaming. Jessie smiles awkwardly smiles but sits beside you. You’re injured which is probably the universe teasing you; the last time Jessie saw you, you were in the same situation. She seems to remember too.  

“This seems familiar,” she states, pointing at your knee that was taped and iced.

“Tripped on a ball, nothing that as serious as last time,”  you say with a chuckle, looking at her. Her big eyes stare at you, and you stare into them. Your heart clenches like it did when you were together all those years ago, a feeling of familiarity sat in your heart.

“I never heard from you since that day,” you tell her quietly, looking out at the team playing a 5-a-side scrimmage. She sighs, hands fidgeting nervously.

“I didn’t know how to,” she admits, “I didn’t want it to be true.”

“Megan sent you that,” you tell her, looking at the Canadian softly, “She didn’t think you were right for me and blamed you for my ankle. She thought you took me away from playing with her my last year.”

“And the picture?”

“Doctored. I had never met that girl in my life till I confronted her the next day.”

You two sit there in silence, listening to the girls yelling at each other. For the team to work, you two had to have no problems that could affect the team.

“I’m sorry,” you both say at the same time which makes you giggle, looking at Jessie. She gives you the same starstruck look she gave you all those years ago in your hospital bed, and you’re surprised at your boldness when you lean forward and kiss her.

She kisses you back but gets shy when Janine shows up smirking and teasing.

“So you two know each other,” Janine states, sitting in front of you.

“Yes we do Janine,” you answer, rolling your eyes at her. She merely smirks, crossing her arms as Jessie gets flustered.

“We met in college,” Jessie provides, hoping and praying that Janine doesn’t pry. But of course, she does.

“Fling gone wrong huh?”

“Janine!”

“What? Everyone has fun in college, even the best soccer players of their time do.”

“It wasn’t a fling!”

Janine stands, walking away. She’s smiling and clearly up to something.

“Sure! Whatever you say!”

“She’s telling everyone isn’t she?”

“I bet they already know, love.”

Jessie sneaks her number onto your phone while you’re in the shower and texts you when you get home. You giggle like a child when her number dings, biting your lip as you throw yourself on the couch.

“Let’s try this again, shall we?”

“I don’t want to mess it up this time,” you say, hands shaking just a little.

Jessie calls. You pick up.

“You didn’t mess it up last time,” she tells you, her voice more mature and surer of herself.

You’re pretty sure her voice is the sweetest sound in the world.

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You’re sat at the back of the bus alone to catch up on some sleep. Jessie sat opposite you to be close to you but not invade your space. She watched as your eyes drooped but you didn’t fall asleep. You tossed and turned a little, eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

This was not like Jessie but something had to be done.

“C’mere, you can lay in my lap,”

“Huh?”

“Move over, put your head in my lap. It’ll be a while till we get to the hotel.”

She strokes your hair and watches your chest rise and fall, not noticing half the bus staring at the two of you.

“Jessie you’re sharing with Y/N,” Mike tells her on the bus on the way to Cary, North Carolina. Jessie catches your eye and smiles, feeling you snuggle into her. You liked that about her, her shyness was something she accepted of herself but with you she let herself loose a little.

Wasn’t long before Janine piped in, of course.

“Jessie and Y/N sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”

You hauled your bags up to your room, Jessie right behind you. You didn’t hear Mike sharing room arrangements and were surprised to see her following you. You could also hear Janine, who was sharing with Sophia across the hall, singing her song again.

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”

“Janine, don’t make me come over there!”

The door slams behind you, and Jessie is on you. She pulls you towards one of the queen beds and you stumble back onto it. You look up at her and are a little breathless.

“They’ve been teasing me for fuckin’ weeks and if I don’t show them who you belong to, I’ll lose my shit.”

“Show me, Jessie,” you tell her, watching her hands reach for your hoodie. She pulls it off you and you watch her eyes go dark.

“Lay in the middle,” she instructs, throwing your hoodie somewhere. The sun is starting to set and you can see the gold and luster in her brown eyes. She pulls her own Thorns hoodie off and you feel your heart speed up. She takes a deep breath and you settle into the bed, messing up the perfectly made sheets.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” Jessie compliments, hovering over you. She’s significantly bigger than you it seems, her mouth on yours in an instant. You kiss her back and moan into her mouth, hands reaching for her pants. You push them off and watch her hands fiddle with your drawstrings. She grumbles when they get stuck and she nearly rips them off. You lift your hips for her and she mumbles a “thank you darlin’” as she trails her lips lower onto your neck.

“N-No marks, Jess, remember…” you remind her, hands tangled in her thick brown locks.

“How else will they know you’re mine?” Jessie growls, sucking a dark hickey just below your ear. She reaches for her phone and pulls Spotify up, playing a song that sends tingles all up your skin. Lose Control by Teddy Swims echoes through the room and you feel Jessie smirk on your skin. She cups your breasts and kisses between them, moaning softly when you tug on her hair.

“Do you want this?” she asks, perking her head up.

“More than anything,” you tell her, leaning forward to kiss her soft lips. She kisses back softly, pulling away only to take one of your breasts into her mouth. She suckles and bites lightly, rough hands kneading at your waist. Your back arches into her, gasping for air. She moves to the other, flicking your hard nipple with her hand. Your brain can barely keep up, unsure of where to focus on.

“Fuck baby,” you moan, pussy absolutely soaked and she hasn’t even laid a finger on it.

“You like that?” Jessie teases, watching your eyes roll into your head when she nibbles on your nipple a little too hard.

“Argh, fuck!” you whine, chest heaving as your clit throbs painfully. Her hands trail down your chest and stomach, fingers ghosting over your folds. You moan and whimper for her, her hand smacking your inner thighs. You widen your legs immediately, arousal reaching peaks you didn’t know possible when you can literally hear how wet you are.  

“Did I do this to you, sugar-sweet?” Jessie asks teasingly, fingertips running up your inner thigh and ghosting over your folds. You try to roll your hips into her but she tuts, pressing your hips down.

“You’re the only one who can fix it, Jessie,” you beg, looking up at her with hooded eyes.

“Only me?” Jessie grins, fingers dragging through your cunt.

“Only you,” you mutter, melting into the mattress. Her thick fingers stumble upon every nerve ending you have, the sensation felt in your toes.

“So wet, doll…” she mumbles to herself more than to you, “so fucking wet, all for me.”

A finger slips into your pussy and you moan, trying to keep your sounds to a minimum when you remember you’ve got neighbors.

Jessie didn’t like that.

“You better not be keeping those moans to yourself, angel.”

“No Jessie, it’s just-”

“Just what?” she emphasizes with another finger slipped into your pussy, your brain short-circuiting when she jabs upward and finds your sweet spot.  

“Fuck!” you sputter, “they’ll hear us!”

“Good,” Jessie growls, fingers rubbing your sweet spot hard as her lips suckle on your clit. You let out a choked moan and try to grab her wrist, but hold onto her hair, riding her fingers. She pushes a third in and you swear you see the light, orgasm hitting you before you realize.

“There we go babygirl, come just like that for me,” Jessie grunts, guiding you through your high. You pull her off you and smash your lips on hers, tasting you on her lips.

“Please tell me you have a strap in that bag of yours,” you plead, whispering against the Canadian’s lips.

“Never leave home without it,” Jessie says but immediately regrets it, a deep blush creeping up her cheeks. You giggle and watch her as she retrieves it, biting your lips as she puts it on. You settle on the edge of the bed on your knees and she lets out a pleased sigh, spanking your ass hard on each side. You moan and settle into the position, cheek resting on the now warm sheets.

Jessie sends two more hard smacks on your ass and you grin as they tingle before she smooths a hand over the large red marks she’s left. She also gives your cunt a few kitty licks before you feel the blunt end of her cock poke at your entrance.

“Ready?” she asks, caressing your hips and thighs. She leaves a few sweet kisses on your back and you feel your heart physically fill with love for her.

“So ready, Jess,” you whisper and arch your back more, pushing your ass out for her. She leaves one last kiss in the middle of your back and she thrusts forwards, her cock filling you to the brim. You’re perfectly stretched out, feeling a slight stretch but your pussy is so wet you take her easily.

“shit…” you whisper, Jessie thrusting slowly at first. You can feel her hesitating and you can’t think of anything else but feeling the ache of her cock inside you while you’re on the pitch tomorrow so you put on your big girl shoes and tell her.

“Fuck me properly or don’t fuck me at all, Fleming.”

“Yes ma’am,” she chides, hips thrusting up into you hard. You grip the sheets and feel the wind get knocked out of you, Jessie’s thighs smacking your ass with each thrust.

“Like that, darling?” she asks, pounding into you roughly. She keeps a tight grip on your hips and you feel close already, chanting her name over and over.

“Just like that Jess, fuck my pussy just like that!”

Jessie’s hand wraps around your neck and squeezes for just a few seconds and you can now tell everyone what heaven feels like.

At the sight of your fucked out face, Jessie swears she doesn’t know what comes over her but she pulls out, gets you on your feet, and hauls you over to the window. There were a few people still awake in the building across from you that could see but you did not give a fuck.

“We’re on the 20th floor sweetheart, be as loud as you want.”

Her cock slips back into your slick pussy and you’re sure if you died right here right now, you’d be happy with a life well lived.

She holds onto your hips and ruts into your pussy with accuracy, the tip of her cock grazing over your sweet spot over and over again. You’re holding onto whatever your hands can reach, nearly pulling the curtains down. She pulls your arms behind your back and grinds into you, lips right on your ear.

“I want you to play with your clit and make yourself come on my cock, do you understand me?”

“Yes Jessie…!” you say as she pulls out again, sitting in the huge armchair in the corner of the room. She manspreads and you thank god for your 20/20 vision because the sight of her in the chair butt-fucking naked with her cock wet with your juices almost makes you come just from standing there.

You turn and lower yourself onto her cock, riding it slowly. She spanks your ass and demands you move faster, rutting up just once to emphasize her point.

“Don’t forget to play with your clit, you filthy fucking whore,” Jessie reminds you, bouncing on her cock while your left-hand plays with your clit familiarly. Your body jerks at the sudden surge of pleasure and you whimper, throwing your head back. Jessie grabs it all in a ponytail and holds your waist, thrusting her hips up into you.

You barely have the brainpower to tell her you’re cumming before you release and squirt all over her lower body.

Jessie doesn’t stop thrusting. She fucks up into you till you’re shaking and begging for her to stop. Your pussy aches when she pulls out and takes her strap off, lifting you onto the bed. She kisses you slowly and tenderly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I think I’ve loved you since the day we met on the pitch at 5 in the neighborhood,” she tells you, tucking her face in your neck. You cradle her face and kiss her button nose, smiling at her.

“Me too, Jess.”

You lay there with her in your arms for a while before you feel too sticky to stay in bed. You take her hand and walk to the bathroom, turning the water on high and steaming the whole room. Jessie steps in and pulls you with her, kissing you the moment the door shuts behind you. Your hands roam freely, grabbing her ass when she whispers something that certainly was better than anything you’d ever heard in your life.

“Can you make me come?” Jessie asks innocently, sheepishly looking at you.

You nod and kiss her neck, adding a mark of your own exactly where she left one on you. She leans back on the cold tile and you get on your knees, pulling one of her legs over your shoulder. She bites her lip and watches as you dive in, tongue flattening on her clit. She moans, hands tangled in your wet hair. You suckle and slurp at her pussy, moaning at the salty-sweet taste of her cunt.

“Right there baby, fuck…” Jessie moans, grinding a little on your face. Your tongue slips into her pussy and you moan into her, feeling her clench around the muscle. She’s breathless and almost falls when your fingers slip into her beside your tongue. You move up and flick your tongue over her clit while your fingers scissor her open.

“Close babe, holy fuck so close…”

“You wanna come for me baby?” you tease, fingers pressed right on her sweet spot as your tongue licks her clit hard.

“Please!” she begs and you nibble on her clit which sends her spiraling. She comes on your tongue and you grin, making eye contact with her as she rides her high.

You stand and kiss her, stepping back under the hot water as your lips mold to each other’s. You gasp for air and cup her cheeks, her hands holding your waist to pull you closer.

She hands you a shirt to sleep in, laughing her head off when you refuse a Chelsea shirt.

“I will not wear that, Jess. I’d rather eat my shoe.”

“It’s just a shirt, and it’s mine!”

“That badge will burn a hole into my chest if I put it on, no way.”

You settle in bed with one of her rattier UCLA shirts, taking a deep breath of the smell of your new lover.

“Bruins blue always suited you better.”

“Hardy har har, Jess. Go Trojans!”

#HOO BOY #10/10 #🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ #jessie fleming x reader #i'll die before i wear a chelsea shirt #nsfw #jessie fleming imagine

[iwillpokeyouwithmyknife]

Thorn in My Side || Jessie Fleming

warnings : mentions of injury and surgeries. insinuations of cheating and false accusations. angst. happy ending and smut will be in part two.

summary : you get injured, its Jessie's fault. or so you thought.

a/n : as i type this, i think i've figured out how to incorporate the smut! i'll get to writing as soon as this is posted! i'm not sure if it makes much sense, here's to hoping. enjoy.

“for your UCLA Bruins, number 21, Jessie Fleming!”

Jessie steps forward and smiles, waving to the flood of Bruins fans in the stands cheering them on. You clap with a scowl on your face, watching as the girls in the stands ogle and fawn over her. You’re admittedly jealous of her for reasons unbeknownst to you, but seeing the 5’5’ Canadian made your blood boil.

She was good on the football pitch and was smart to go along with it. Jessie had it all. Being called up for most of her time in school and playing for her national team made her well-known in the soccer world from the moment she was here in America.

She was ferocious on the grass, a fearless midfielder who put everything out there.

The game was a close one, tied at the half 2-2. There were lots of contact, tackles, and battles that made it clear to anyone watching that there was tension between you and Jessie. One always found the other; if one had the ball, the other wanted it.

You had possession, running towards goal. There was a flash of blue and you were on the ground yelling in pain, hands clutching at your ankle. There was a loud pop and your ankle began to swell. The trainers came over and were hauling you off on a stretcher almost immediately, the ref showing Jessie a yellow for the unsafe tackle. It wasn’t a red card because really you fell a little weird and her studs were nowhere near your ankle.

She looked genuinely sorry, taking your hand in hers as you were stretchered off. You were in too much pain to care, shoving her hand out of yours and your teammates pulling her away from you.

A broken ankle was what they said. It was a clean break but you needed surgery and that meant no more soccer for the season.

Just great.

They put you in a wheelchair before you head to the hospital, your parents are already at the stadium to take you. You hear the final whistle blow and your teammate rolls you in, the girls all feeling sad when you tell them the news. There’s a little Bruins blue in the sea of Trojans in front of you and there’s a Canadian standing there digging her cleat into the grass, wanting to apologize.

Megan and Kasey stand beside you just in case things get a little heated. Jessie steps forward and looks more sorry for you when she sees the bandages and you in a wheelchair.

“Is it broken?” she asks genuinely, looking at your leg and then at you.

“No thanks to you,” you snide, rolling your eyes at her. “What do you want now, Fleming?”

“I wanted to apologize, I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she says sincerely but you’re too bitter to hear her take ownership of her actions.

“You knew what you were doing, Fleming. You’ve always been out to get me our entire college career and now in our final year you finally get what you want!”

You don’t know the tears were starting until they did, pouring down your face hot and fast. She looked a little mortified and pale, backing away and saying she was sorry over and over before a sea of Bruins pulled her away to celebrate their win.

The whole car ride to the hospital you spent weeping, thinking about how you’re not going to be able to play your senior year out like you had hoped. But more so of the look of pure horror on Jessie’s face when you accused her of hating you so much that she would purposely hurt you.

She looked on the verge of tears. Like hurting you scared her.  

You scared her.

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“The break is clean, but rehab will take a while if you’re not careful,” said Dr. Jeff, the attending podiatrist.

“How long?”

“You’re looking at 14 to 16 weeks, kiddo. Two years if you’re stubborn like most of my patients are.”

“16 weeks sounds great.”

“Smart kid you got here,” the doctor tells your parents with a smile, “I’ll schedule you in for surgery today, you should be out of here by the end of the week.”

The doctor leaves and your mother begins to fuss, propping up pillows and getting your nurse to bring you more jello. Your father, on the other hand, has a look of all-knowing on his face.

“I’m sorry Dad,” you begin, head hanging low the moment your mother leaves the room.

“Don’t be sorry, peanut. These things happen. Better now than when you’re on a professional team, yeah?”

“She didn’t really make me break my ankle did she?” you ask, looking up at your dad who was rubbing your back as the tears filled your eyes again.

“It was the perfect tackle, kiddo. You just fell a little funny is all.”

“She looked so horrified when I said she did it on purpose,” you sob, leaning into your father’s stomach. He held you tight and cradled your head, your heart hurting more than your broken ankle, the face Jessie made when the words left your mouth etched behind your eyelids.

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There are plenty of flowers in your room the moment you wake from surgery. Lots of cards and get well soon balloons hung from the ceiling. You were still groggy when your teammates visited, Megan was sure to bring lots of Sharpies to sign your cast with, all the girls leaving a nice note for you on it.

There was an hour left for visitations and your parents just left to wash up at home. You were mindlessly scrolling through the terrible TV channel selections while finishing your 5th Jello cup when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in!” you yell, thinking it was a nurse coming to check your vitals again. What you didn’t expect was to see a brunette Canadian poking her head through the door.

“Hi,” she said sheepishly, standing by the door unsure if you really would want her to come in.

“What are you doing here?” you ask as kindly as possible, eyes flickering towards the clock above the door, “it’s late, why aren’t you back at school?”

“Spring Break, my parents are down from Canada so I asked to see you before we drove back,” she says quietly, stepping in a little more. “Can I come in?”

You nod, unsure if your mouth would be polite enough. Anger still seethed in your bones but the look of sheer horror on her face was still fresh in your mind.

“How bad was it?” she begins, still standing near the now-closed door.

“Clean break, should take 16 weeks if I’m careful.”

“That’s good. The doctors here are great.”

“They are quite convincing, they know how to get a patient to stay on their medical plan.”

“Did you get Dr. Jeff?”

“He accused me of being stubborn.”

Jessie laughs and you smile, a light blush creeping up your cheeks. It’s an adorable sound and her face of laughter replaces the one of fear you had burned into your mind.

“I’m really sorry for all this,” she begins but you cut her off.

“It wasn’t your fault, my dad said it was a clean tackle. I just fell funny.”

You looked up at her and saw the relief on her face and she stepped forward, taking your hand in hers. You took a deep breath and reciprocated her ownership of her mistakes, feeling the weight lift off your shoulders the moment you looked her in the eyes.

“I shouldn’t have said what I said the other day Jessie, that was not fair to you.”

“Heat of the moment love, don’t worry about it.”

Your heart clenches hard when the pet name slips out of her lips and you smile, hoping she didn’t see your eyes dilate and feel your skin warm up. She nods and bids goodbye just as her phone rings which tells you her parents are waiting outside.

You sit there giddy and a little starstruck as she disappears out of view. Your hand is warm from her touch and you can still feel her hand holding yours. You thump your head back and curse loudly, before grabbing your leg in pain temporarily forgetting that you were actually hurt.

You giggle and bite your lip, shaking your head when your phone dings.

Maybe: Jessie Fleming.

“You look cute when you’re flustered.”

You clap a hand to your mouth and smile, face heating up with a dark blush.

“You did this, you better fix it.”

“I think we can make that happen, love.”

You don’t think you slept much that night, texting till the sun came up. Your parents came in to check on you in the morning and found you with your phone still on call with Jessie but you two were asleep. You woke up to your doctors talking to your parents and discussing your rehab plan. There was another text from Jessie, making your heart skip a beat.

“You’re also very cute when you’re sleeping.”

Over the next few weeks, you two talked constantly. Jessie kept you company when you were bored at rehab and you kept her company while she was training on her own. You called her every night before bed, giggling and laughing well into the night most nights.

“How is rehab coming along?” Jessie asked as you were lying back on the examination table to relax your ankle. She was in her bed, looking as stunning as you had been denying yourself the chance to admit.

“Good, looks like I can put pressure on it by next week if Tiff lets me,” you say, side-eyeing your trainer Tiffany who was doing cupping on another teammate’s back.  

“Girl, I will hold your papers hostage, don’t test me,” Tiffany jokes, waving the lit fire stick at you.

“Yes ma’am I’ll be super-duper extra careful!” you answer with a salute, making Jessie laugh so loud it rings through the room. Most of your teammates know the thing you’ve got going with her and think it’s cute.

All but one.  

Megan.

She stood at the door listening to you ramble on about Jessie this and Jessie that, her blood boiling at the thought of you being buddy-buddy with the girl she believed to be the one who hurt you.

Megan was a freshman who was from Florida. She was a great pick from her high school team, and the best defender on the East Coast. She made the team here at USC and to say the least, she fit right in.

There was homogeny that wasn’t there before she joined and the linkup between you and her helped you take her under your wing. She looked up to you and was so ecstatic to play with you after watching you on TV.

She felt that Jessie took away her only chance to play with you before you graduated.

Jessie needed to pay.

“Hey, weird question,” Jessie starts, one night while you two were tucked in bed and on the phone with each other.

“Yeah?” you ask, turning over onto your side. Jessie looked a little concerned but you shrugged it off, the girl was known to constantly look worried.

“Someone sent me this photo but it’s from an unknown number, I thought it was weird.”

Sent.

You looked at it in shock.

It was you. Kissing a girl on the basketball team.

“Jess this isn’t me.”

“I’m not blind you know, that’s you.”

“Jessie, I swear this was doctored! I’ve never talked to this girl, let alone fucking kissed her!”

“Then why did the fucking photo come with a text that said, “She’s not who you think she is,”?”

“I don’t know! No one else but the girls know about you and me! I promise Jessie please!”

“I need some time to think. Leave me alone.”

She hangs up.

The tears fill your eyes as you stare at this photo. You don’t even think you’ve crossed paths with this girl, having not been the biggest fan of basketball. But your face was clearly there and hers was too. Her lips were on yours and you looked like you were enjoying yourself.

You think and you think hard. You didn’t go to any parties lately with your leg and you haven’t been to any games of theirs. You stared at the photo for hours, wracking your brain for some kind of explanation.

An explanation as to why Jessie looked so hurt at the thought of you with someone else.

#gasp #megan you bitch #I KNOW ITS YOU #jessie fleming x reader