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Rush Pt. 7 | Alexia Putellas x Jenni Hermoso x Leila Ouahabi x Reader

Summary: No summaries, we die like lesbians.

Tags: Polyamory, group sex, voyeurism, fingering, teasing, dom/sub undertones, fingering, anal sex, double penetration, degradation

A/N: hehe the next one is long

“But she'll lose her mind if you touch her pussy. Do you want to?”

“Sí. I owe her an orgasm.” Jenni laughed.

You almost felt bad for Alexia when Jenni flipped the vibrator off and placed it on the bedside table. She turned then, plucking up something new before holding it out for her girlfriend.

You shuddered a breath at the dildo and Jenni’s low growl. “Fuck yourself.”

Alexia looked half ready to argue, but her furrowed brow softened as Jenni led her hand between her legs and lined up the plastic cock. “Make yourself feel good while she comes for us, sí? Want me to make her scream?”

You watched the toy fill her slowly, her lips parted with the smallest sigh.

Alexia adjusted herself as Jenni slipped out from behind her, her legs spreading wider as she found the comfiest spot against the headboard. There was no escaping her gaze. Her dark eyes lingered on yours before moving over your bare skin.

You were acutely aware of how your cunt dripped, your spread knees meaning it had no stimulation whatsoever as Leila fucked your other hole.

Jenni kneed her way closer, stroking a hand along your back. “Look at you. You were made for this, hmm? Made to take a nice thick cock up your ass.”

Whining, you let their gentle hands coax you up until you were sandwiched between them. Your back arched, pressing your bare chest against Jenni’s as she pushed the pillows out of the way. One hand held her shoulder, the other reaching back to feel Leila’s strong grip on your hip.

All the while, she kept her gentle rhythm.

The second pair of hands moving over your skin made your head spin. Jenni slid her hands between your bodies, palming your breasts and chuckling at the choked moan it drew.

One hand slid lower to teased at your opening. Her grin was wolfish. “You’re so wet, dios mio. What about in here, hmm?”

“Jen…” You panted.

Her fingers pulled back to circle over your clit. It was so wet, just the slick slip of her skin against yours. Jenni knew what she was doing, rubbing the spot which would make your back arch and eyes roll.

“Sí?” She purred back, drinking in the desperate buck of your hips. “I can make you come like this. But I don’t think that’s what you want, is it?”

It was tempting.

It wouldn’t take long.

But your cunt was painfully empty. Leila’s fingers were one thing, but Jenni’s were a league of their own.

You shook your head, giving her the very best pleading eyes you could muster when Leila was making it difficult to keep them open in the first place.

“Tell me.” Jenni's fingers pushed back to your entrance.

“Inside. Please.”

“Inside your pussy? While your girlfriend fucks your tight ass open?”

You shivered, cheeks flushed as you dropped your forehead to her shoulder. “Please, Jen.”

“You’re so fucking wet.” She laughed, “Look at this dripping pussy. So desperate.” Her fingers were gentle pushing in, giving you plenty of time to get over the initial squeeze of taking them both. “Fuck, I can feel her cock.”

You moaned loudly, trying to stay still and make it easy for them to play.

“That’s it, bebé.” Leila groaned, tightening her grip and thrusting just a little faster.

Jenni’s fingers hit deep and her palm rocked up against your clit with every one of her tiny thrusts. You cursed her for knowing your body so well.

“Fuck, yes!” You gasped.

“Are you going to come with two of us inside you? Show us what a good little slut does when she’s all filled up?”

You could already feel it building, the way Leila kept you full meeting how Jenni forced pleasure through every drag of her fingers.

“Look at me.” Jenni sang, cradling your face with her spare hand until it was unavoidable. How many times had you looked into those eyes with sheer pleasure being the only thing on your mind?

“Don’t stop this time.” You whined, only half teasing.

“No,” She agreed, licking her lips, “Not till you’re begging me too. Will you take another cock after this? Let us fuck all your holes until you’re messy?”

Leila swore behind you, reaching up to pinch at your nipples.

“Like that idea, Lei? What about you, cari? Alexia waited so long to have you, it would be a shame if she didn’t get to see your face when you come for her.”

The twist of your gut had you rocking against them, forcing Leila’s cock just a little deeper and Jenni’s palm a little more firmly against your clit.

“Gonna-” You warned, digging your fingernails into their skin to keep them close, “Please don’t fucking stop.”

“Come for me and I’ll let them really stuff you full. Let me see how much you want it.”

There was no stopping it. Somewhere between Leila’s loud grunts and the soaking noises from between your legs, your pleasure peaked. You shivered violently between them, held up between two warm bodies and worked through by both.

When you grew tight and squirmy, Jenni pulled her fingers out to brush them along your clit until you reached down to stop her.

“Fuck.” You groaned as Leila slowed behind you before pulling out completely.

“Good girl.” Jenni grinned, kissing your temple.

You let her press you back into Leila’s arms, the two of them happy to hold you trembling between them.

Leila’s lips skimmed against your neck. “Perfect.”

The peace then, just your panting, and…

Jenni turned her head at the quiet sigh, chuckling softly as her eyes lingered on where Alexia pushed and pulled the toy from her cunt. You could see the sheen of her wetness, hear the shift of her hips against the bed, and yet she was all but silent taking it.

“Ale, come and fuck her with me.” Leila murmured against your skin.

Alexia stopped immediately, eyes laser-focused when they darted between the three of you.

Jenni hummed noncommittally, rubbing her hands over your thighs. “Can you take it, cari?”

In truth, you’d hardly come down from your last high. The thought of more was a lot. “Want to, but I’m sensitive.”

“She can take it,” Leila smiled, “Just give her a minute.”

Jenni mirrored her grin, scoffing at the speed at which Alexia dropped the dildo and sprung off the bed to grab the spare strap. “Good luck.” She murmured sarcastically, pecking your cheek once more before slipping away to make room.

Leila kept you still, caressing her hands over your stomach and hips while her lips worked on your neck. You could feel her latch on, sucking at your skin in a way that would surely leave a mark.

When Alexia kneed her way back onto the bed, she wasted no time in pleasantries. Her hand wrapped around your neck and forced Leila to pull away. Grip tightening, Alexia bent down to lick at your bottom lip and study the way your mouth parted for a kiss that never came.

Then, Alexia’s hawkish gaze trailed downwards to where Leila had left your neck pink. Her hand moved quickly, covering your mouth and pressing your head back against your girlfriend's shoulder. Your eyes squeezed shut as her lips latched on to the tender spot, sucking harshly and far too high up to cover with a jacket.

“Ale!” You heard Jenni warn, but it did nothing to stop the sharp graze of teeth against your skin. Leila’s hands squeezed your thighs soothingly, but instead it sent fierce shivers of sensitivity up your spine.

You groaned against Alexia’s palm.

Just as quickly as she’d started, she pulled away. “Lie down. Let me see her.”

That was as much warning as you were given before they were moving you. Lifting and pulling and pushing until you had made enough room for Leila to lie back against the headboard with you in her lap. She spread your legs easily.

Alexia kneeled between them, close enough that you could feel the heat of her. A hand reached out, cupping your breast before tugging sharply on your nipple.

You could see the corners of her mouth twitch upwards at your cry. Her eyes wandered, scoping out the bareness of you. Leila’s hands made it impossible to wriggle much, but your heart pounded as Alexia eyed every part of you.

Her hand ran over where Leila’s held you open, then in, making your skin tingle as she stroked at the inside of your thigh.

You jolted at the first touch to your heat.

“So wet, puta,” Alexia growled as her fingers danced across your core, slicking themselves before putting a little pressure against your entrance. It was only two, but in the aftermath of your orgasm you’d grown tight.

Without fanfare, Alexia worked her fingers inside with gentle persistence, pressing a fraction deeper before pulling out almost entirely each time.

You were so open, so vulnerable with your legs spread wide. There was no hiding from her dark eyes or persistent hands. When she’d finally pressed her fingers as deep as they'd go, Alexia quickly drew out before pressing a third finger alongside the other two. After so many straps, it wasn’t unexpected, but a new sensation all the same.

Her piercing gaze held yours as she pushed them in and out. There was no flair to it, no brush against your clit, or curling of her fingers. Instead, she stretched you out with the sole purpose of getting her strap back inside. Somehow, that made you wetter still.

You tensed when Alexia slowed her thrusts to slip her pinkie inside too. Your low moan as she stretched your pussy made the corners of her mouth twitch.

“Relax. I’ve got you bebé.” Leila hummed against your skin.

“Fuck. Can you take a fist, cari?” Jenni asked.

“Never tried.” You breathed back, keening when Alexia started working her fingers deeper.

“Next time,” Alexia promised leaving no room for debate.

“Manners.” Jenni warned, watching her girlfriend work between your legs.

You could feel when Alexia’s four knuckles hit against your opening, the stretch of the bottom of her fingers making your head go fuzzy.

“Please fuck me.” You whined desperately.

Instead, Alexia pulled her touch from you entirely. She gave Jenni a sharp look before moving down further. Before you could vocalise your disapproval, Leila’s strap was pressed against your ass. “In.”

It took a little shift to line it up just right, but when you’d found the right spot, sitting down on Leila’s cock was easy enough. You relished in her pleased grunt behind you. Were the situation different, you might have planted your feet and let her watch your ass bounce up and down. As it were, her hands still spread your legs wide open giving you no leverage to do anything at all.

Jenni grinned at her girlfriend's antics before looking down at you with unmistakable pride.

Alexia, on the other hand, found her focus directly between your legs. You could feel her fingers teasing through the slickness and lower still. She lingered around your rim, pressing lightly against where Leila split you open.

Your answering moan was filthy.

The headrush you got from being spread out for them was something else.

“Eres una puta zorra.” Alexia said, but you could see the way her smirk grew. She met your eyes as she shifted forwards. While you knew what was coming, the blunt head of her strap at your entrance still made you tense. Nothing was said, but Alexia watched you for a beat before pressing in.

Taking both of their cocks was easy in that Alexia filled you until she was as deep as she could get.

Taking their cocks was hard because the moment the second slipped inside, it felt like you couldn’t breath.

You were so full. The thickness of them together made your eyes roll and your jaw drop.

A moment of silence, then all at once.

“Fuck.”

“Holy shit.”

“Guarra.”

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sporadicbeans82 · 11 hours

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hows ur day going bby ?

Blood donation is probably the worst i’ve done so far 😭 I’ve passed out 3 times today and have not started this essay.

#harper answers

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sporadicbeans82 · 15 hours

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Chelsea player picked up her second yellow after ‘stomping’ on a Barca player!!

Also for those who don’t know YouTube channels are streaming the game

In English you can watch on

‘women’s football’

‘Ladies football highlights’

got it! yikes— and for all of my lil followers who didn’t know~

#harper answers

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sporadicbeans82 · 15 hours

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Buchanan got two yellows

Second she got slight contact on the ball but that was just purely how it bounced basically and then she stamped on Patri’s foot so

I feel bad for her and it probably is a slightly harsh decision from the ref but at the end of the day it was a foul so

ahh, gotcha. Didn’t bonmatí’s goal deflect off of buchanan as well for that goal? girly is not having a good time of it.

#harper answers #thank you I needed the catch up

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sporadicbeans82 · 15 hours

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the notifications from this game are very entertaining but are my eyes mistaken or has a red card been delivered? tf is going on 😭😭🖐🏻

#harper’s sports commentary

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sporadicbeans82 · 15 hours

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I beg for part 4 of the "Used to be" series with Mapi x R x Ingrid !!! PLEASE I LOVE THIS SERIES SO MUCH !!! YOUR WRITING IS GODSEND

it’ll be a while, as i’m mocing anf i have finals this week

on another note, send help because i have a 7 page essay in a ñamguage which is not my native one that is due monday that i have not started 😭🖐🏻

#harper answers

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sporadicbeans82 · 15 hours

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HARPER WHERE IS YOUR MATCH COMMENTARY WE NEED YOU

assuming this is abt chelsea/barça, i have no stakes in the match 😭 i’m donating blood and making eggs— you may hear from me when the red stars play portland tonight tho

#harper answers

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aitana bonmatí “but you always do it”, locker room

you can do it II a.bonmatí

"looking a little worse for wear there amiga." you sent a side eye to mapi who held her hands up in defence with a whistle at the withering glare, slinking away to go bother someone else.

"ay chica why is your girl so grumpy?" patri chuckled to aitana watching the interaction, the huffs and glares sent by you to anyone who came within five feet of you incredibly out of character.

"do not ask." aitana sighed knowing full well why you were being so stand offish, having kept her distance all morning and walking on egg shells with every interaction.

"what did you do tana?" frido grinned from on her other side with a raised eyebrow as the girl laced up her boots and frowned. "nothing! she is not angry, she is tired." aitana sighed with a roll of her eyes.

"i will ask again, what did you do?" frido laughed as the shorter girl bumper her shoulder into the swede's. "nothing. we got a puppy, sí?" the midfielder started to explain as both patri and frido nodded, everyone having been fighting for days now to come and meet your new fur baby.

"well, she has been trying to crate train him but it is not going well." your girlfriend sighed, watching with a wince as you struggled to get your boots on, grumbling in annoyance to yourself under your breath.

"he just cries and cries until she sits beside the crate or lets him out. so she has barely been sleeping but she will not listen to me about ignoring him crying so he learns she will not come every time!" the brunette explained with a roll of her eyes as the girls either side of her hummed in understanding.

"ah, so it is your fault." patri hummed as frido agreed and the shorter girl looked at them both in bewilderment. "no! it is her fault for not listening to me and listening to the dog instead." aitana huffed pulling her socks up.

"sure tana, go tell your girlfriend that. i am sure that will improve her mood!" frido chuckled, squeezing her shoulder as she and patri stood to leave the locker room, most of the girls having already filed out to the pitch for training.

watching you on your phone as you were now ready for training aitana sighed knowing you were likely watching the puppy camera you'd insisted on having installed so in the brief times neither of you weren't home you could keep an eye on your new fur baby, and you'd even sprung for the more expensive one which allowed you to speak to it through an app.

grabbing her hairbrush and an elastic you looked up as aitana sat down beside you, a hopeful smile on her face as you spied the objects in her hand.

"tana por favor i am too tired, do it yourself or ask ingrid." you sighed, clicking off your phone and dumping it in your bag as you rubbed your eyes.

"but you always do it." the brunette pushed gently, knocking her knee against yours and smiling softly as you shook your head, face buried in your hands. "not today amor."

"lo sé cari, i know you are tired i heard you get up and down and up and down and-" aitana shut up the moment your eyes glared at her, grinning apologetically.

"if you heard me so many times the you could have gotten up and helped aitana." your girlfriend winced at the use of her full name, something that rarely left your lips and only further cemented your bad mood today.

"lo siento mi amor. how about tonight i will be on puppy duty?" she offered as you gave her a suspicious look. "really?" you questioned, your girlfriend never having offered before not that you'd really asked given the dog was mostly your idea anyway.

"but. i will be doing it my way bebé, he needs to learn that just because he cries you will not go running to him every time or else he will not adjust to the crate, no?" she spoke firmly but softly as you sighed and nodded, knowing even if you'd struggled to do so that she was right.

"perfecto. so tonight i will sleep downstairs in the spare room, i will put el perrito in his crate just outside the door and you will get a good nights sleep. vale?" your girlfriend raised an eyebrow as you nodded, aitana relaxing as a small smile graced your features.

"vale. muchas gracias mi vida." you leaned in to peck her lips sweetly a few times before tugging the hairbrush and elastic from her hand, chuckling as within seconds she was sat expectantly on the floor between your legs ready for you to braid her hair.

"now if only el perrito was as well trained as you tana." "amor!"

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Oh jen beattie you will always be an icon

#harper’s sports commentary #deyna castellanos #jen beattie

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Gossip || Kyra Cooney-Cross x Reader

Summary: Kyra wants to kiss you, and you want a date.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Something short & sweet & (as always) unedited. I hope you enjoy :)

“Will- um… You know that one cafe that you really like? Do you want to go there? With me, in particular?”

At Kyra's hesitantly sounded words, you had to bite back your smile. You don’t think you’d ever seen this particular Australian so nervous before.

You watched Kyra’s almond brown eyes bounce around, unable to look at anything but your face. Her hands jittered nervously at her sides, and the poor girls’ face was about as red as the tomato you’d cut up for your salad the night before.

“The cafe I like, hm? No, I’m not sure I do. I like a lot of cafes, you know?” You couldn’t help but tease the Aussie. After all, the girl was intent on pestering you and all of your teammates, so who was to say you wouldn’t tease her now?

You’d happened to know that the girl was going to ask you out sometime soon, as Katie McCabe had accidentally let the secret out, having heard it from her own Australian girlfriend.

Not a single secret could be kept on the Arsenal women’s team, which was something that you’d become all-too-aware of when you’d transferred to the team over the summer. You’d arrived at the same time as Kyra, and the two of you had become fast friends due to your similar ages and interests.

You’d quickly learned that a secret was not a secret if you told anyone on the girls’ team. Everybody had their own friends, and their partners, and their besties and, soon enough, a secret would become a known fact throughout every single person on the team. It was how you’d found out about Katie and Caitlin in the first place, having not been aware of it during the World Cup.

Looking back, it was quite obvious that Caitlin and Katie had been dating anyone with eyes. However, you’d turned off all social media during the World Cup so that you could focus on yourself and get as far as you could with your American team. As it stood, that wasn’t very far at all.

That was all besides the point, however, because the next secret to have burned through Arsenal like a wildfire was about Leah and Lia. The two weren’t a couple, as far as you knew, but you knew that they had kissed– more than one time, according to Victoria Pelova.

Now, it was Kyra’s turn to be ravaged by Arsenal’s inability to keep secrets. You would have thought that it was high school and not a full grown women’s football team with the way everyone gossiped. Everyone knew that you and Kyra had feelings for each other– that is, everyone but you.

Apparently, the two of you looked like lovesick fools anytime you were together. Emily Fox had told you that she’d never seen you as happy as you were when Kyra was by your side.

Caitlin Foord had told you that Kyra was never as carefree and herself when you weren’t near.

Hell, even Beth Mead and her girlfriend, Viv, had even tried to get the two of you to go on a double date with them, not knowing that the two of you hadn’t already been dating.

Then, of course, there was Katie McCabe herself, who had notably said that you two looked like you wanted to fuck when you locked eyes across the field during training.

And so, of course, you knew that Kyra liked you, and Kyra knew that you liked her. It had just been yesterday when Kyra had tried to kiss you while you were watching a movie in your apartment. You’d nearly let her, before you’d pushed her away.

“Hey, what was that for??!” Kyra had said, cheeks red. You’d never been this close to the Aussie before, so close that you could count the dark freckles on her cheeks if you really wanted to. So close that you could smell the cinnamon toast that the two of you had eaten just before sitting down to watch the movie. So close that you could have let her kiss you, which you didn’t.

“What are you doing?” You asked, making sure that your voice remained light. Kyra appeared confused, furrowing her eyebrows at you.

It had taken all of the strength in your body to push Kyra away, ever so gently. You’d been waiting for so long to kiss the other girl, and to call her yours, that the fact that you’d been so close to finally getting what you wanted made your chest ache.

However, you’d always been a romantic at heart, and so you simply smiled at Kyra as the girl glowered at you.

“What am I doing? What are you doing? I’m trying to kiss you!” As Kyra continued to be confused, her voice rose. You became aware of her Australian accent, which thickened as she tried to figure out why there was a specific look in your eyes and why you were smirking. It was a look that she was familiar with– one that you had on whenever you helped the Australian with a prank, or when you teased another teammate during training.

“Oh? And you think I want to kiss you? Before a first date?” You asked Kyra, fighting back a little giggle as Kyra frowned.

“We’ve hung out loads of times! We’ve cuddled each other to sleep– and you’re not counting those as dates?” Kyra asked, looking more and more like a kicked puppy as you sat there, smiling at the other girl.

“No, those were not dates, thank you very much! There were no flowers, and we didn’t even hold hands, and we only cuddled each other to sleep because we were drunk! I didn’t even think that you’d remember that night.” You elbowed Kyra, and the other girl shook her head at you.

“Okay, then. Fine. Go on a date with me!” Kyra said, and you raised your eyebrows at her.

“Really? Kyra, my love, you can do better than that!” You chastised, and saw Kyra’s frown deepen. Her eyebrows furrowed ever further, deepening the lines in her face. If she didn’t stop looking so damn adorable, you swore you would kiss her very soon.

“You want flowers, don’t you?” Kyra asked, although she sounded more like she was making a statement than anything else.

“Yup!” You said, grinning at Kyra. “Show me just how much you liiiike me.” You drew out the “i” in “like”, enjoying the look of utter frustration and impatience on Kyra’s face.

“But I wanted to kiss you.” The girl said, frowning once more.

“Ask me out, and then we can kiss all you want, love.” You said, your voice less teasing now. Truthfully, you wanted to kiss Kyra as well, but you also wanted to see what going on a date with the girl would really look like.

So, that very night, Kyra had gone out with Caitlin and Steph to pick out flowers for you. Steph had suggested that she get you chocolates as well, while Caitlin had suggested chocolates. Kyra had gotten both– despite knowing that you wouldn’t reject her, she wanted to impress you and she wanted your first date to be as perfect as possible.

Kyra had had to buy two boxes of chocolates, however, once she realized that Caitlin had eaten half of them.

And now, Kyra stood at the step of your front door, with a white dress shirt and a black jacket draped over it, as well as black pants and shoes. Her hair was down, and you had to resist the urge to push a strand of hair from her face.

The girl held roses in one hand, and a box of chocolates in the other. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight, taking the roses from Kyra’s extended hand.

“Thank you, Kyra.” You whispered. Slowly, you took the Australian’s hand in your own and pulled it up to your lips, giving the back of the girls’ hand a small kiss.

When you looked up, Kyra was blushing even more, which you thought was impossible. For a moment, you thought that the poor girl was going to pass out, but she remained standing.

“I’m just going to put these in a vase on the counter. If you want to come in, you’re more than welcome to.” You told Kyra, the flowers in your hand. Kyra nodded slowly and followed you in.

It only took a moment to set the box of chocolates and flowers, and when you came back, Kyra held her hand out to you. The girl smiled, more reserved and shy than you’d ever seen her in your life. You let Kyra take your hand in hers, and enjoyed the feeling of the warm skin of her palm against your own.

Kyra dragged you right out of your house, your own clothes comfortable but similar to Kyra’s in the fact that they were formal.

That afternoon, Kyra gave you the best first date that you’d ever had. She bought you your favorite coffee, ordering for you due to the fact that she knew your order by heart. Then, the girl dragged you halfway across London to some botanical garden that Leah had told her about, knowing just how much you loved plants and nature.

The entire time, Kyra held your hand. You two shared laughs, and jokes, and just talked. You’d dreamed about doing this with Kyra for the months that you’d known her, and the feeling of finally being able to go on a date with the girl was one that you hoped you’d never forget.

When the time came to drop you back off at your house, you and Kyra stood on your doorstep again. She held both of your hands, now, and smiled at you in a way that made the dimples on her pretty cheeks stand out.

“Can I kiss you now?” Kyra asked, sounding only a little bit impatient when she did so. You intentionally paused just for a moment, before you grinned at Kyra.

“I would like that.” You answered. Before you could blink, the girl tugged you into her and wrapped her arms around your upper back. You only had a moment to giggle, allowing your eyes to flutter closed as you tilted your head upward, catching Kyra’s lips with your own.

Your hands gently came up to frame the girl’s face, allowing you to tilt her head just the way you wanted. You caught her bottom lip between your own, and you swore you melted right on the spot.

Your head was in the clouds, the warmth of the other girls’ lips on your own enough to set you on fire. In fact, you swore that your skin was burning, and as you began to part, Kyra pulled you right back in again. Kyra kissed gently, and sweetly, and her lips tasted like honey from whatever sweet she’d eaten while the two of you had been walking through the garden.

Finally, after a few more moments, you two did part. However, Kyra didn’t let you go quite yet, looking at you but almost as though she wasn’t truly there.

“Kyra?” You asked, unable to contain the smile from your voice, your lips seeming to have a mind of their own in the way that they refused to stop grinning.

The girl finally seemed to come back to herself and grinned back at you, smiling.

“Hi.” Kyra said.

“Hi, love.” You said back, and Kyra’s smile grew impossibly wider.

“Can I come in?” Kyra asked, and you laughed a little bit. Only Kyra would have the audacity to invite herself into your home after a first date.

“Oh?” You didn’t even know what to say, halfway between turning the girl down just to tease her further, while also wanting to kiss her more and more and more.

“Please? You told me that once I took you on a date, I could kiss you all I want. I’m ready to cash that in!” Well, you couldn’t argue with that logic, could you?

The rest of the afternoon was spent with you in Kyra’s arms, kissing and only half-watching the movie that Kyra had insisted upon putting on.

Of course, it was Kyra’s fault as well that the entire team caught on to your antics when you showed up in a hoodie the next morning, a light hickey just below your jaw poorly hidden with makeup. Now, it was your turn to become the team’s gossip, but you wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

#kyra cooney cross x reader #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso one shot #harper writes

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