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football-and-fanfics · 6 months

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Halloween - Kepa Arrizabalaga

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Who: Kepa Arrizabalaga Prompt: Halloween costume Warnings: none

A/N: I know it's a day late, but I had absolutely no time to post this yesterday 🥴. Hope everyone had a nice Halloween 😇

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"Babe, do you have any of your old keeper's gloves lying around maybe?" You nonchalantly strode into the living room, where Kepa sat reading something on his phone. Kepa looked up at you, a non-understanding frown playing on his brow. "Should be some in the bedroom closet. Why?" "You'll see." You smirked, before darting out of the living room and up the stairs to your bedroom closet. Kepa was left dumbstruck on the couch, wondering what the hell this was all about.

He eventually lasted a grand total of three minutes, before his curiosity got the best of him. "What on earth do you need my gloves for?" Kepa called out to you as he made his way up the stairs. "Come and see," you answered from the bedroom.

"I-- oh..." Kepa stopped dead in his tracks on the threshold to your bedroom. He was met with the sight of you not only wearing his keeper's gloves, but also one of his full match kits.

"What are you doing?" Kepa chuckled at you looking ready to defend the Real Madrid goal during their next match. "It's Halloween tomorrow," you beamed, "and my boss wants us all to come to the office in costume. So, I thought it might be nice to go as you." Kepa's eyebrows shot up in utter surprise. "You want to go as me?" "Yeah, why not?" You shrugged with a chuckle. "That's-- that's the sweetest thing I've ever heard," Kepa stammered shyly. Of course he knew that he loved you, but right now he felt that love to his very core.

You took a stance, pointing your thumbs at Kepa's name on the back of the shirt. "So what do you think?" The initial surprise on Kepa's face, quickly made way for a proud smile. He leaned nonchalantly against the doorframe, letting his gaze roam over you dressed in his gear. "That certainly works," he grinned, "you might even look better in it than me." You chuckled as you stepped closer to him to give him a quick kiss. "I doubt that." "I don't." Kepa slowly shook his head, smiling. "No one looks as pretty as you."

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chilly-me-softly · 1 year

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Hey I got a request

Is so basically one day you got called in to work and no one could look after your daughter who is about 1 so kepa has to take her in to work and at first she is scared of everyone but then she warms up to everyone by the end of the day she doesn’t want to leave hope that make sense

Love your work u amazing writer

"What's up?" Kepa asks seeing you sighing and looking at the phone you were engaged in a phone call with only moments before.

"Apparently there's a surprise inspection and they want me there" work, the one you had wanted to keep both after starting your relationship with the boy and after becoming a mother. But it was times like those that you cursed yourself for not listening to Kepa and becoming a full-time mum.

"Well so what's the big deal. Go" you had looked at him as if he had suddenly grown a second head, before putting your hands on your hips and raising an eyebrow.

"Que?" you had sighed, passing your gaze between him and the little girl in his arms, busy playing with his hair.

"You make it easy, really most of the time I don't know how we get along. Who do I leave her with? I really can't call anyone at this time of the morning"

"She's coming with me"

"Kepa... did you hit your head last night and I didn't notice?" he had chuckled at your tone before moving closer to you leaving a kiss on your forehead.

"Why does it have to be so unbelievable that I want to take her with me" he had moaned slightly then, the slightly pouty expression that if you weren't panicking would have softened you by now.

"It's not that - you had sighed - it's just that she might bother you and you need to train Kepa"

"You don't have to worry about that - he had smiled at you - if I said I can take her, I can take her"

And so you had agreed to the unusual turn the day had taken, packing everything you needed for the little one in a bag and reminding the boy what to do by making him roll his eyes. As if he wasn't involved in your daughter's life. Then you got ready quickly and went out after leaving a kiss for both of them. The day had not even technically begun but you were already exhausted from it.

Kepa had driven to the facility more cautiously than usual, his little girl in the carrier seeming to be interested in the view passing quickly before her eyes.

When they had arrived in the car park, Kepa had carefully picked her up and placed her in his arms and after taking their bag as well, he had walked towards the entrance. After a few steps he had been joined by Cesar who had almost greeted the little girl first before noticing his friend there.

"Dad duty?"

"Yeah. (y/n) had an emergency at work and so she's staying with me today" the teammate had nodded understandingly and had reached out a finger to tickle one of the little one's cheeks. However, she had flinched, the quivering lip that had followed that gesture had Kepa reeling for a moment. He had really thought that everything would go smoothly in his head.

"No, no ha pasado nada princesa. No te preocupes, Cesar es bueno. No, nothing happened princess. Don't worry, Cesar is good" Kepa had left a kiss on her temple reassuringly as the other had opened the door allowing him to pass through first.

There had been a few tears at the end, all those people wanting to see her and play proving who her favourite uncle was had stimulated her so much that crying had been the only option. And Kepa had always stayed there, rocking lightly on his legs and kissing her little head over and over again to calm her down.

One person who intrigued her in all that confusion, however, had been Ben, whom the little girl watched from the safe distance that was her daddy's arms. The boy had approached her slowly and managed to take her in his arms, allowing Kepa to change as well.

He had done it quickly but there had been no reason to, the little girl was starting to feel comfortable with the boys who had found a way to entertain her without scaring her. And he had smiled while keeping an eye on them, ready to intervene if the situation suddenly escalated in any way.

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oh-saints · 1 year

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can you write about kepa and a teacher? xx

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

footballer

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

kepa arrizabalaga x teacher!reader

word count: 1.4k

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

“fuck.”

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

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

“what’s wrong, amor?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and kiss you back he did.

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

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footballffbarbiex · 1 year

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Pay Attention.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you still watching?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“I didn’t quite hear that.”

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

“What happened in the last scene?”

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

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

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neverinadream · 2 years

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Pay Attention To Me

prompt: "you wanna cum? fucking beg me." + "this cock isn't going to suck itself."

warnings: 18+, minors dni, dom!kepa, sub!reader, the reader being a bit of a brat, praise kink, degradation, choking, nipple play, oral (m recieving), handjob, thigh riding, a ruined orgasm, pet names (bebé, princesa...), bad spanish

notes: it's been a while since i wrote something for kepa so go easy on me, okay?

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"Eh-" He watched as his girlfriend snatched his phone out of his hand, tossing it across the bed; it landed with a soft thud at the end of their bed, dangerously close to falling off the edge. His hands touch her thighs, an instinctive reaction, running up to settle on her hips, and leant back against the headboard, watching her as she straddled his lap. "What are-" She cuts him with a quick kiss, the rest of her words swallowed up by her mouth. "What was that for?" Kepa finally gets to ask.

"Do I need an excuse to kiss my boyfriend?" She asks, running the tips of her fingers down his smooth, bare chest. Kepa shakes his head. "Good," she utters, bringing her hands up to touch his face. They cradle his jaw, holding him in place as she presses her lips to his. A whine is heard when he pulls away. "Can you stop pulling away?" She asks, with an irritable pout.

"Someone's a little needy this morning." His words only increase the size of her pout, her eyebrows pinching together. Leaving her hip, his fingers hooked under her chin, tilting her head down so he could get a better view of her pout. "¿Qué pasa?" It was an ugly sight to see her pouting. If it was humanly possible, he would only like to see her smiling; to see her smiling brought him more joy than anything else. "What's this for?" He places a kiss against her pout but quickly pulls away, chuckling when he hears another whine.

"'Cause, you're not paying attention to me."

"I'm not paying attention to you?" She nods her head. His fingers tuck some of her hair behind her ear, something she hated him doing because it showed off her ears - a feature she wasn't the happiest about. "Is that why you oh so rudely threw my phone away? Hmm?" She hums, feeling his lips against her neck, kissing her with the lightest of touch. Sweet kisses continue up her neck and towards her ear, where his lips touch the shell of her ear. "Well, you've got my attention now," he whispers to her, "what do you want, bebé?"

She sucks in a sharp breath as he lightly grazes his teeth against the spot below her ear. "You," she answers, grazing her fingers through the back of his hair. It was messy and his curls yet to be tamed by a comb, just how she liked it. "I want you," she repeats, with half the confidence she had before.

"Where are your manners?" His words are harsh and a clear contrast to the sickly sweet nature of his touch. "What's that thing that you like to say?" Kepa ponders, pulling back to look at her. "Manners cost nothing, correct?" Y/N nods her head. His fingers return to her chin, pinching it in his grasp and teasing out a whimper. "Then use your manners," he orders, his eyes darkening with lust.

"Please..." His eyebrow perks and she takes a deep breath, a failed attempt to hide her sigh. Her ability to speak in his native tongue was virtually non-existent, but she knew it got him a little hot under the collar to hear her speak little bits of Spanish. "Por favor." Trailing the length of her back with his hands, she shivers as his fingers pass over her spine and waits for him to make his next move. "Kepa-"

"-You can have my thigh," he cuts her off, shifting her to straddle his left thigh.

"But-"

"-But what?" His head tilts to the side, eyes scanning over her face, taking in the pout that had now reappeared. A smug grin passes over his lips when she remains quiet, with no answer to give him. "No panties?" Y/N bites back with a look that says don't act surprised. He lets it slide. "You shouldn't have thrown my phone away like that," he states, playing with the hem of her (his) shirt. He gives it a sharp tug and she removes it from her body. For a fleeting moment, his eyes zone in on her chest, before flicking back up to her eyes. "Maybe you shouldn't have been such a needy, little slut, desperate for her boyfriend's attention and jealous over his phone," he continues to speak, degrading her with his words, "maybe then I would've given you all of me." He settles back against the headboard, his hands grabbing her hips and flexing his thigh. "Now, get to riding, princesa," he instructs, cockiness dripping from his tongue.

Moving her hips at a slow speed, Y/N began to grind herself against her boyfriend's thigh. The friction of his thick thigh created the perfect pressure against her clit. Short, sweet whimpers leave her lips as her pleasure builds, whilst a little bit of embarrassment grows deep inside knowing she wasn't the only one who could feel how wet she was.

"You're gonna make a mess on my thigh, princesa," Kepa grins, gripping her hips tighter, helping to move her against him. Her breath hitches as he flexes his thigh, the sweet mules of pleasure hitting his ears like a soft melody composed only for him. "You know the rules," his head dips, kissing the swell of her left breast, "you make a mess, you clean it up."

Her back arches, pushing her chest further against him. She whimpers, feeling his tongue swirl around her nipple once, twice and a third time. "You've got my attention now, haven't you?" She nods her head, digging her nails into his shoulder and gripping him tighter.

"Ah, ah," he tuts, "did I say you could touch me?" She shakes her head, whimpering as he grabs her wrist and pulls it away from his body. "No, I didn't, did I?" She shakes her head again. Dropping her wrist, his hand found itself around her neck, squeezing as his fingers settled perfectly around her throat. "So why did you touch me?" Y/N can only whimper. "What happened to always wanting to be my good girl? You don't want to be a bad girl, do you? Only a good girl. Mi buena chica."

"Kepa," she gasps his name, the tension on her neck momentarily eased and the air pushed back into her lungs. The desperation to cum had flooded her veins, the coil tightening, twisting and turning, until the pressure was hard to ignore and could snap at any second. "Baby," she whimpers, the desperation heard in her voice.

"You wanna cum?" She whimpers, not out of pleasure but out of protest as he tightens the hold of her hip, stopping herself from cumming on his thigh. Her hands cradle his face, trying to persuade him with a kiss and ended up chasing his lips. He liked to do this, tease her with a kiss he wouldn't allow her to have. "Fucking beg me!" His grip tightens around her neck, pulling her to him. "Beg me."

"Please, Kepa-"

"-You can do better than that."

She rolls her eyes. "I've already said please."

"Fine." Kepa releases the hold of her neck and pushed her away from him. "Get off," it's a throwaway command, his shoulders shrugging as he does so, "get off and clean up the mess you've made. Oh and whilst you're down there, why don't you put that pretty little mouth to good use." He sniggers, watching her eyebrows pinch together until a perfect frown has etched itself upon her face. Pride, with a mix of cockiness, is all that she can see on his face. "What's the matter, bebé?" His fingers pinch her chin. "This cock isn't going to suck itself."

Ignoring his order to clean his thigh, she removes his hard cock from the strict confinement of his black boxers - not without admiring the outline pressed against the fabric first, that is. She knelt between his thighs, her hand softly stroking the length of his shaft. Placing her tongue against the tip, she licked away the pre cum, grinning at the groan he let out. "No teasing," he ordered, putting his hand on the back of her head, "open up that pretty mouth for me." Kepa eases himself into her mouth, pushing down on the back of her head until he could feel the tip hitting the back of her throat. "So warm and wet for me," he mumbles, "just right."

Y/N sits her hands on his thighs, fingers splayed out, nails digging into him each time he pushed on the back of her head. Each gag brought out a groan, her boyfriend's head rolling back to praise her. "Shit, princesa," he bites his bottom lip, "your mouth is so pretty and perfect, taking me so well, just like you always do." His fingers gripped her hair tight, curling them around the soft strands and tugging each time she lifted her head. "That's it," he coughs, clearing his throat, "just breath through your nose and take it all."

Gazing up at him, she relished in watching the way his jaw tightens, emphasising his perfect bone structure, and the way his eyes rolled into his head, before hiding them behind his eyelids as he squeezes them shut. The pressure on the back of her head increases as her head bobs back down, his hips bucking until he reaches the back of her throat, and his stomach caving in. Praises in Spanish tumbled from her boyfriend's lips as he releases, gradually releasing the tension on her head, allowing her to pump every last drop of his cum into her mouth.

"Let me see," Kepa instructs, taking her by the chin. A groan of excitement passes his lips, his bottom lip catching between his teeth as she opens her mouth. "And here's me thinking this mouth couldn't get any prettier," he praises, closing her mouth, "now, swallow it and move out of my way. I need to take a shower."

She sits up, watching Kepa leave their bed, stripping off his boxers as he disappears into their bathroom. "Excuse me?" Y/N asks, listening to the shower being turned on. "What about me?"

"What about you?" Kepa shouts out, chuckling as he understood the meaning behind her question. His head peeks out from behind the door. "You got my attention, did you not?"

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emwritesfootball · 2 years

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Confessing Feelings | Kepa Arrizabalaga

Kepa fluff where he admits his feelings for you after you two being friends since school he's a bit nervous at first but you slowly have him warm up to you to admit xx

Warnings: none

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There was something about you that always intimidated Kepa - maybe it was your confidence or your tell-it-like-it-is attitude, but every time he thought about confessing his feelings for you, he stopped. Of course he was naturally scared of the possibility of rejection, but more than that he didn’t want to ruin the friendship that the two of you had spent years cultivating.

“So,” you started over breakfast one morning, “any new girls in your life?”

Kepa almost choked on his sip of espresso, your question seeming to come out of nowhere. “N-no. There’s been nobody since my ex - you know this.”

“Well, nobody except for that mysterious girl you’ve been going on about,” you teased, watching the shock cross his adorable features.

“How did you know about her?”

“You wouldn’t stop going on and on about her the last time we got drunk together - never gave me a name, though.”

Kepa internally breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m not even sure she’s into me like that.”

“Just show her the Kepa you show me and I’m sure she’ll change her mind.” The smile you flash him has Kepa’s heartbeat picking up, but he doesn’t want to get his hopes up - not yet.

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It takes him a few more months to work up the courage to tell you how he feels, and even once he’s decided, he’s hesitant even though the two of you have spent practically every free moment of his off-season together.

“Any updates on that girl from a few months ago?” You try to ask as casually as possible. The truth is, you’ve been curious about the mysterious girl who’s caught Kepa’s eye since he mentioned it to you but you haven’t pushed it since breakfast a few months ago. It hasn’t escaped your notice that he hasn’t been out on dates and has spent almost all of his time with you, though. Some of your old mutual friends have noticed, the crazier ones going so far as to speculate that there could be something more than friendship between the two of you. In the beginning you’d brushed it off, but now you were starting to wonder if your crazier friends weren’t all that crazy…

“Uh, n-nothing. She’s still single and I’m still single and-”

“What are you waiting for?! Ask her out! Tell her how you feel!” Your smile widened as an idea formed. “Practice on me - that way I can help you get it right.”

“Oh, no - I’m okay.”

“Please?”

Kepa rolled his eyes, blowing out a breath. “Fine.” He stared at you, a bored look on his face. “I think you’re beautiful.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. “Oh, my god, Kepa! Say it like you mean it!” You took his face in your hands, trying to ignore the way his skin felt under your fingertips. “Just…close your eyes and pretend I’m the girl you have feelings for.”

Kepa tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured in Spanish, his gaze raking down your body before he switched back to English. “I’ve wanted you for a long time. You’re my whole world, my best friend, and I don’t know what I’d do without you. I want you by my side for every victory and every loss; I want your face to be the first one I see in the morning and the last one I see before I go to sleep. Will you go out with me?”

“Kepa,” you murmured, your heart racing. “I-”

“You don’t have to say anything right now. Just think about it, okay?”

“Kepa…”

“It’s you.” The words are spoken so softly you aren’t ‘sure you’ve heard him correctly until he whispers your name. “It’s always been you. I don’t want anyone else - I want you.”

“If this is a joke, Kepa, I’m gonna need you to stop.”

“It’s not a joke.”

“Prove it. Kiss me.”

Kepa doesn’t need to be told twice, claiming your lips in a heated kiss that leaves both of you breathless.

“So,” he starts after the kiss ends, “when can I take you out for our first date?”

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A Spanish Girl | Kepa Arrizabalaga

Pairing: Kepa Arrizabalaga x Reader

Sumary: Where Kepa meets a Spanish girl on her first day in London

Warnings: English is not my first language !!!.There are probably many mistakes (I will correct them later).

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We met the same day he arrived at the country to sign up with his new team.

I was walking around a square near the court where I would play most of your games.

From the first moment we collide and made contact, I knew immediately who it was.

As a Spaniard living in London and a sports lover (even more of the Blue Lions), he was aware that he would come to the city soon.

He was surprised to see that he treated him as a normal person and did not ask for a photo.

Let's say...I thought you'd like to be treated as such, not every day you can walk around quietly without a monthoner of people asking for a picture or an autographer.

We both fell so well that we exchanged numbers, to find us again.

We had several departures, from joining us for lunch before your workout, to going out to the cinema and sharing a dinner.

After a few months he was encouraged to go more beech, invited me to one of his training open doors and then to a game.

That day I remember you kept looking at me, which caused you to be a few bares from your co-workers and coach.

Despite his distractions he managed to keep his goal to zero, which he celebrated by coming to me and being his girlfriend.

With a few words at that time I managed to say yes, kissed me in front of everyone and left to change and then take me to dinner.

This is how I am today grateful to have come out of my usual routine and come out to clear my mind, while taking some photos.

Thanks to that I met a wonderful person.

(...)

Y/N- I like to remember every time I see these pictures the beautiful words you told me the day we met.

They were pictures of the city that I had taken before we colliated.

K- I could barely utter words because of the beauty in front of me"

That's something I hadn't mentioned, but that's his part of the story, which he should tell not me.

Y/N-What things you say". Red like a tomato and not because of the cold.

Our story was perhaps a cliché but I do not regret anything.

(...)

Sofia-"What a beautiful story, like the story, I want one day to have a boy like daddy."

Y/N-"And you'll have my love, but that's still a lot missing.

K-" And much, at least until 30, plus now you have to help me and help mami care for your little brother.

Several years had passed, we had formed a small family

And as you will see the time kept us together and blessed us with 2 small little criaturites .

Sophia and Mateo, the sun of our family.

Before Sofia was born, we got married and let me know it was an unforgettable night.

K-" What do you think of my love" by getting me out of my thoughts.

Y/N-"I just think about everything we spent together and how we got to have these two hermages. (Looking at our little girl play and our little baby sleeping in my arms)

K- "many wanted to intervene in our walk but have not been able, we must be proud of what we have formed together.

Cliché but beautiful story.

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New Goalkeeper's Union Group Chat!!!

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Is it a possibility I could marry all three of them?

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football-and-fanfics · 1 year

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The Medic - #3 - Kepa Arrizabalaga

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Winter: Secrets.

player: kepa arrizabalaga words: 932 request: kepa arrizabalaga | You | 500 – 900 | you're pregnant with your second child and you already told your first child but she has a bad reputation of keeping secrets but ends up keeping this one and kepa is skeptical everytime you guys whisper at each other and finally finds out on christmas with your daughter blurting it out the exact same moment he opens his gift

Christmas had always been special for you, and it was the time of year you were most looking forward to when the positive had shown up on the pregnancy test several years ago. You couldn’t wait to see their little face light up at the sight of the decorations and bring yours and Kepa’s traditions to life.

But this year was different. Sofia now understood who Santa was and school was building up to the Christmas festivities. Every week she was coming home with paper chains, paper snowflakes and snowman Christmas cards and what felt like the school’s supply of glitter that would always fall from the makes. She, like you, marked off each passing day and week with excitement, though hers was for a very different reason and yours would take much longer than just 4 weeks to get to your due date.

Sofia, who has never been able to keep a secret in her short life, has so far remained silent. She’ll hop from foot to foot until Kepa leaves the room and waits long enough to hear that he has gone downstairs before rushing over to you and whispers, “hello baby,” and gives your belly a small rub. There’s no bump there yet, not really. The swell was nothing more than a belly full of food but still smaller than if you had period bloat. But the two of you knew the difference and soon, so would Kepa.

Kepa kneels beneath the tree, surrounded by the presents that he sorts into piles for each person. Sofia, naturally, has the biggest pile, though he’s slightly confused by one present which is carefully wrapped with a label in Sofia’s writing that has B.A written on it. He saves his confusion for when you enter the lounge with the first caffeine drink of the day, Sofia rushing ahead of you with the black trash bag ready for you to take all the wrapping paper and clear it away.

“I couldn’t work out who this one was for?” He says over the sound of Sofia squealing with happiness at being able to finally start unwrapping, lifting the package which squeezes softly under his grasp.

“That one needs to be the last present to be opened.” you look away, turning your attention back to your daughter in the hope that you can keep your calm throughout this and that he doesn’t ask you anymore questions which may inevitably cause you to break the silence that Kepa doesn’t know you’re holding.

The two of you alternate between opening a present each while Sofia rips through hers with glee. You try to gather up as much of the paper as you can before she sends further flurries to the ground once more. Excited squeals of “THANK YOU!” fills the room as she hugs each of the toys and clothes and holds them at arm's length before moving onto the next quickly. Kepa and your collection of gifts are much smaller but far more meaningful and wanted.

He’s grinning at you as he speaks and you’re trying to take in his words but Sofi appearing excitedly beside the both of you with the last present held tightly in her hands distracts you.

“Last present!” she says, thrusting it at her daddy and grins before she begins dancing on the spot, unable to keep her excitement now the truth is so close to being out in the open.

“So, I’m B.A?” Kepa asks with amusement as he reaches out to take the present, once again feeling its squishy contents through the paper and wondering what it contains.

“No silly!” Sofia giggles, and the nerves that have been building the moment since the date turned to the 20th takes over. More so because you know she’s about to ruin the surprise before he’s able to open it. It’s too late, her lips are already forming the words and before you can stop her, she’s saying “that’s the baby!”

Kepa’s fingers pause, the wrapping paper now partially open as he looks between you both, waiting for the “only kidding” line to be verbalised but instead, he’s met with awkward silence. Your heart pounds against your ribs, the nausea that builds is for a reason other than morning sickness this time and your instinct to touch your stomach protectively tries to take over.

“Open it daddy! Look what we got the baby!”

Sofia, unable to wait any longer and Kepa was clearly taking too long, begins to rip into the gift until all that is left is a small babygrow and scan picture resting on top of it. The fingers which pick up the scan shake a little, his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows and you can hear the change in his breathing as he stares at the tiny window to your womb. “You’re pregnant?” He whispers, turning to look at you with a look you didn’t think you’d see again. Only this time, he knows what parenting enables and the difference that a small human can have upon your life and so this time, dare you say, it has more meaning.

“11 weeks.” You nod. “I wanted to tell you before now bu-” you’re cut off as he moves the announcement and closes the small gap between you both. One hand holds you lightly at the waist, the other cups the back of your neck and he kisses you gently.

“We’re having another baby,” he rushes his words out before placing another kiss on top of the last one.

“And I’m going to be a big sister!”

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Answer It

Summary: Y/n's ex just won't move on, but Kepa has a plan to make him leave her alone forever.

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, jealous!kepa, slight praise kink, fingering, unprotected sex, cowgirl

Requested: Yes

Notes: gif credit to mi esposa (@kepaarrizabalaga1) I think a couple of parts are a little awkward, not edited

"Who keeps calling you?" Kepa asks, as his girlfriend's phone rings for the second time in the space of fifteen minutes.

"I don't know and I don't care," Y/N answers, cradling her boyfriend's face in her hands. She turns him to face her, turning his attention away from her bedside cabinet. Her lips press against his in quick repetitive kisses. "Just don't stop," she pleads with him, mumbling against his lips, "please, don't stop; I'm so close."

"Someone clearly wants your attention-"

"And I don't want theirs," she cuts him off, focusing on the pleasure his fingers were creating. Her head dips to kiss his neck, kissing over his Adam's apple and down to his shoulder. "I only want your attention," she kisses along his shoulder, whimpering against his warm skin as his fingers resume their previous rhythm and pace, "so, please, just ignore my phone and I'll deal with it later."

Kepa nods his head, lying her back down. He kisses her lips, along her jaw and down her neck until he reaches her shoulders. Her moaning is melodic as he touches his thumb against her clit, slowly brushing in circular motions, working it in conjunction with the two fingers already deep inside of her. "Like that, bebé?" Kepa asks, licking his lips. She nods her head, biting her bottom lip. He's quick to pull her bottom lip away from in between her teeth. "It want to hear it all," he tells her, "even if the walls are thin and your new neighbours can hear us."

"I can't be too loud," she chuckles, bucking her hips into his hand, "you might get me kicked out before filming has even finished; then what am I supposed to do then?"

"Come home with me," he answers, curling his fingers. A half-smirk forms as clenches around his fingers, her second orgasm now creeping up on her faster than the first. "Then I can have you all to myself again."

She shakes her head but the smile that plays on her lips tells him another story. "You'd like that wouldn't you? Me all to yourself?" She chuckles when he nods his head, any real response cut off as she says his name in a loud moan; one for sure her neighbours heard.

"I hate it when you're away," Kepa mumbles a few minutes later, tracing her naked tummy with his lips. His fingers brush over the bruise she had acquired after filming a recent stunt. She was badass, he thought, for insisting she did all her own stunts, but it didn't stop him from wanting to kiss every bump, bruise and cut away. "But I love it when I get to see you again," she feels him grin against her.

Y/N chuckles, running her fingers through his dishevelled curls. "Of course, you do." He peers up at her, chin pressing gently into her tummy. She brushes her finger down the bridge of his nose, playfully rolling her eyes when he scrunches up his face. "Te amo," she whispers to him.

He moves as she sits up, lying himself down and observing with eager eyes when she straddles his waist. His breath catches in his throat as she eases herself onto him, taking him in slowly until there was nothing left. "Te amo más," he groans, taking shallow breaths as he waits in anticipation for her to move.

She leans down, taking his face in her hands and kissing his lips. "That's not possible," she murmurs against him, swallowing his groans into her mouth as she kisses him once more, "because I love you more you could ever love me."

Her hips slowly grind into him, keeping the rest of her body close to him as the pair share another kiss. And another. And another. Until Y/N has to eventually pull away to catch her breath. And, for all about two minutes, they become lost in each other, drowning in the other's essence.

The peace and tranquility is it cut short as her phone rings, the phone's default ringtone ringing out through the quiet bedroom. Kepa reaches for her phone, Y/N watching as his jaw tenses and nostrils flare when he takes in a deep breath. "It's Dylan," he mutters, showing her, "answer it."

Dylan was her ex-boyfriend and someone Kepa loathed; he loathed him before she and him had gotten into a relationship, despising Dylan for having the one thing he wanted, and he still loathed him now for trying to do everything he could to win Y/N back.

"Go on, amor," Kepa encourages, nodding his head, "be a good girl - be my good girl - and answer the phone." His hands grab her hips, taking control of their movements. "Go on, do it." Y/N closers her eyes, face flushing as she answers the call. "Put it on speaker," Kepa whispers, chuckling when she rolls her eyes, "I want to hear what he has to say this time."

"Dylan, what do you want?" Y/N asks, chewing the inside of her cheek when Kepa's hips thrust up, matching each of her strokes. She gives him a warning glare as he lifts one hand from her hip and brings his thumb against her clit. A shiver runs down her spine and she squirms above him as he brushes the sensitive nub. "I'm kind of in the middle of something," she mumbles, clearing her throat, "so can you just make this quick."

"I was just thinking about our first date..."

Kepa rolls his eyes, silently mocking Dylan as he mouthed his own words back to her.

"Stop it," she rushes out, biting back her smile and poking her finger into Kepa's chest. Her hand shoots up to cover her mouth, catching whimpers she couldn't suppress before they came tumbling out. "Dylan, stop it," she repeats, uncovering her mouth, "we're-"

"-but we don't have to be," Dylan cuts her off, his voice annoying Kepa as the call continues on, "we were good together, even you can agree with me on that."

"Maybe I should make you cum whilst you're still on the phone to him," Kepa thought out loud, chuckling as Y/N leans forward to cover his mouth. He raises his eyebrows, his grin felt against the palm of her hand; she had given him an easier angle to thrust into her and she hadn't even realised. "Keep him talking," he mumbles into her hand, "I want him to hear what it really sounds like to make you cum."

She moves the phone away from her, even if it did nothing to stop Dylan from hearing her speak. "Kep, you need to stop," she whispers, using every little last bit of willpower to ignore her pleasure.

"Y/N, are you on your own?" Dylan nervously laughs. Y/N bites her bottom lip, both her head and hand holding the phone hanging low. "Y/N?" Dylan waits impatiently for an answer. "Y/N, are you still there?"

Kepa removes her hand from over his mouth, smirking as he peers up at his girlfriend. "No, she's not," Kepa answers, taking the phone off speaker and holding it up to his ear, "hola Dylan." He sniggers as Dylan stays quiet, motioning with his free hand for Y/N to continue riding him. "Now, if you listen closely, you'll be able to hear me make your ex-girlfriend cum," he gives him an ultimatum, clearing his throat as his orgasm approaches, "so, you can either stay on the line and listen to me do the one thing you never did, or you could just leave her alone for good."

Y/N continued to chase her own high, whimpering as she found herself teetering on the edge. "I'm so close," she mumbles under her breath. Her hands press into his chest, body dipping into his and her hips rolling sloppily as she loses all sense of rhythm and pace previously set before. "So, so close," whimpers fall from her lips.

"Did you hear that, Dylan?" Kepa asks, smirking. "I think you still have a couple more seconds to take the-" He laughs out loud as the line grows dead, dropping his girlfriend's phone onto the bed next to them. He holds on her hips, grinding her onto him. "Cum for me, bebé," he encourages, grunting and groaning as he reaches his own high, "cum for me and only me."

Y/N pulled the crisp white covers over them, resting her head against Kepa's chest and watches out of the window. She can hear his heart still beating hard inside his chest, neither fully recovered after an afternoon shared together beneath her sheets. "He'll talk, you know," she mumbles, drawing patterns on his skin.

"Then we better give them something better to talk about"

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mrschilly · 2 years

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You're a good girl

Warning: unprotected sex.

Kepa leaned on the edge of the bed, bare-chested, as Ben stood behind y/n. Ben slowlyundressed her , his hand moving up to her arm and lowered her drees. Kepa's eyes followed Ben's movements and his pupils dilatated as her skin was revealed to his gaze. He bited his lips at the sight of her firm breasts. Ben's hands moved around to tease her nipples and he played with them for a minute before lowering himself to his knees and continuing the lowering of her dress. As the dress was tugged below her hips, Ben let go of it.

His hands slowly crawled up her legs, and when they reached her panties, a finger pressed into her clit. Her legs began to shake, and she nearly collapsed from the sudden attention, but Ben catched her at the hips and hold her steady as he standed. - I suppose your pussy isn't ready yer to be touched. - Ben whispered into her ear. - I am, daddy. Please, touch me. - she begged desperately. She needed his dick inside of her and that had to happen as soon as possible-

- I don’t think so. - he replied before nudging her forward toward Kepa. Ben stopped her walking just before the edge of the bed and runed a hand from her neck to her lips. She sucked the fingers into her mouth as Ben's other hand rested at her throat, and Kepa watched.

Kepa opened his pants and, as his cock sprang free, y/n grabbed it with her hand and began to jerk him off.

She licked her lips, desperate to have him in her mouth, and was so grateful as it was happening. Ben suddenly put a hand in her hair, making her detach from Kepa's dick.

- On your knees. - he ordered.

She did it and sat on the floor. Ben runed his hand through her hair and, bringing her head forward, he directed her mouth and Kepa's cock to one another.

- Open your pretty little mouth for my mate. - Ben whispered, tapping her lips down. Doing as instructed, her lips part and Kepa's tip hitted her tongue.

Kepa moaned at the soft touch of her tongue and whimpered when he reached the back of her throat. His cock was not quite as long as Ben's but it was thicker. This made it difficult for y/n to wrap her mouth around him and, as Ben pushes her deeper, she gaged. Kepa groaned loudly at that.

- Look at me. - he growled out. She looked up and noticed his desperate hazel eyes. He needed to cum and he was hardly trying to hold ut back, maybe trying to be gentle and wanting to wait for her to cum together. That made her pussy throb and she pushed further down his cock. Kepa threw his head back, but before she could go further, she was pulled back by her hair.

- Desperate, aren't we? - Ben said with a slight hint of anger. His right hand wrapped tightly around her throat

- I’m in charge. - he growled - you do as you’re told and nothing more. Understood? -

She nodded.

- Use your word. - he looked her straight in the eyes.

- Yes, daddy. - she whispered quietly.

- Good girl. - he smiled, moving some of her hair behind her ear.

He started kissing down her neck as he cupped her left breast into his hand. He abruptly stopped. The bed dipped a moment later and Ben pulled her up by her hair. She seated at Kepa lower abdomen, back straight, and head bent back toward Ben. He moved closer behind her and pushed her down to rub her wet core against Kepa's thick cock.

- What do you think about us giving Kepa the time of his life? - Ben whispered

She moaned back as her hands moved up and down Kepa's cock. Kepa's moaning beneath them and Ben tapped a couple of fingers against his lips, motioning for Kepa to take them in. Kepa sucking on Ben's fingers was genuinely one of the hottest things y/n ever seen and made her wetter than she alreade was.

- Can I kiss him? - she asked, pouting out her lips.

He leaned in close to her and put his lips near her, kissing her himself.

- Yes. - he whispered softly before pulling away.

Kepa was biting his lips when she went to meet them, so she took her thumb and pull it free. As soon as her thumb made contact with his lips, Kepa released his hold and sucked her thumb into his mouth. She quickly pulled her thumb back from him. As he catched her intentions, Kepa leaned up slightly and closed his mouth around hers. With her hands on either side of his head, she kissed him. His tongue swooped into her mouth and quickly dominated her. His hands found their way to her hair and pulled her further down to him. Their bare chests were pressed against each other and he headed to her chest to pinch a nipple between his fingers. She moaned into his mouth and he bited down on her lip. She could feel his cock twitching under her and her pussy throbbed at the need for a cock.

Kepa's teeth gently bitted her tongue as his lips sucked it into his mouth. A moment later, Ben was pulling her back up with a hand around her throat. He wrapped his arms around her chest and pulled her back to his now bare chest. Then she felt his cock between her ass cheeks.

She wiggled her ass back to him, hoping he would push into her, and so he did.

- Such a good girl. - Ben said, biting gently into her neck. Then he lifted Kepa's cock and rubbed it along her slit. She moaned loudly and whimpered when he did it again and pushed Kepa's tip into her. And barely a second later, Kepa, being his impatient self, thrusted up into her. She moaned at the shocking intrusion and whimpered again when Ben grabbed her by the hips and pushed her all the way down Kepa's thick shaft.

- Don’t make Kepa do all the work. Ride him. - he said

She started moving on Kepa's hard cock as Ben was thrusting hard inside of her.

She stretched her fingers, spreading them over Kepa's upper chest, and stayed leaned forward as Ben straightened back up.

She leaned in closer to Kepa. They were chest to chest, again, and she pushed back onto his cock. She clenched around him, and he moaned loudly. The knot that’s been building in her stomach tightened, and Ben began kissing down her spine. She arched away from the kisses and into Kepa. Her pussy was clenching around Kepa's cock as he push it deeper into her. Her clit was rubbing against his abdomen as she ride back on him, and it was becoming too much.

- There you go, Love. Cum for me. - Ben said, against her neck. Kepa was tensing below her and filling her with his cum as she collapsed on his chest, still shaking from her orgasm. Ben's strokes slow down as he worked her through her orgasm before pulling out to cum.

- This was so fucking good. - Ben said, laying down on the bed.

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