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neverinadream · 2 years

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Keep Quiet, Can You Do That?

Summary: At dinner with your friends, you and Kepa get up to no good in your kitchen.

Pairing: Kepa Arrizabalaga x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: Nonsense - Sabrina Carpenter

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, established relationship, dom!kepa, sub!reader, pet names (princesa, cariño, good girl...), a tad bit of degradation kink - if you squint hard enough, praise kink, fingering, a smidge of begging, quickie, unprotected sex, your friends are in the other room, not proofread

Notes: it's been a while since I wrote for Kepa, so please be nice. Feedback is always welcome!!!

Bracing yourself against the kitchen counter, you suck your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down as hard as you possibly could, but failing miserably to keep your whimpers at bay as his fingers curl inside of you, two fingers slick with a mixture of your spit and wetness stretching your pussy.

"Kepa," you breathe out his name, your head tucked into his chest, hips rolling into his hand as his thumb brushes against your clit. You feel him smiling against your shoulder, the strap of your dress pulled down off of your shoulder, granting him more access to your body. "Kepa, someone's going to notice we've been gone too long," you warn him, lifting your head and letting your eyes pan over to the kitchen door, which was still cracked open, just a little bit.

He presses his finger to your lips, shushing you and tutting under his breath. "What happened to staying quiet for me?" His voice rings in your ears, an accent so rich it had your thighs tensing and your pussy clenching around his fingers. He smirks. "What is it, cariño?" You bite dowm harder on your bottom lip, whimpering as his voice hits your ear in a slow drawl. "Worried someone might catch us?" He slows his rhythm, his thumb reducing to slow circles against your clit, the two fingers curling each time they slipped back inside you. "No ones coming in here," he tells you, like it was a promise of sorts, "they're too busy having fun; they'll never know that I'm about to fuck you."

Removing one hand from from the kitchen counter, you touch the side of his neck, wrapping it around. "Please, Kepa," you mumble, begging against his lips as you bring him closer. Your lips lightly press against his, Kepa making you chase him for the kiss; whining, your hand grips him tighter, pulling him back to you. "Just fuck me before someone comes in."

"Can you promise me you'll be quiet?" He asks, slowly slipping his fingers out of you, catching your faint whimpers on his lips as he kisses you. "Or..." He snaps the waistband of your panties, the sound of it slapping your skin echoing in the quiet kitchen. "...or will I have to gag you with your own panties?" Lifting you up onto the kitchen counter, he unzips his pants, that low but quick sound setting your body aflame with anticipation. "¿Qué será, princesa?"

"Quiet," you whisper, running your hands up his arms and gripping onto his shoulders, "I can be quiet."

The head of his cock is right there, pushing at your opening, teasing you, and if you didn't feel him inside of you for another second, you might just lose your mind. Explode even.

"Fuck," Kepa rasps out, thrusting into you and filling you up as much as he possibly could. His hand runs up your thigh, squeezing your ass and lifting you a little bit away from the counter, pulling you as close as possible to him. He gasps when you wrap your legs tightly around his waist, your heels digging harshly into the bottom of his back. "Leave them on," he mumbles, like he had just read your mind.

Shamelessly and impatiently, you grind into him, biting your bottom lip so hard that you were worried you might just draw some blood. God, you wanted to scream. To be as loud as you could. To let the whole city know just how good Kepa could make you feel. But for your friends to find out you were being fucked in the next room, it left your cheeks feeling uncomfortably warm.

He's whispering something in Spanish under his breath, bumping his forehead agaisnt yours. "You're doing so well for me - keeping all nice and quiet for me," his grip tightens, groaning at the feeling of you fluttering around him, "especially when I know how loud you like to be, but we can't let them know, can we?" You shake your head but your barely listening to him. "We can't let all of our friends know you're being a whore," he speaks low into your ear, nipping at your lope, like he was purposely trying to make you break your vow of silence, "can we?"

Again, you shake your head.

Pleasure tingles up your spine, that familiar tightening in your stomach and thighs. "Shit," you breathe into his shoulder, breaking your vow of silence and burying your face into his body. One hand slips between your bodies and underneath your dress, touching yourself, the tips of your fingers circling your clit. "I'm not going to last much longer."

"That's okay," he hums, gripping you even tighter to almost mask how sloppy his movements had become, "just cum for me."

Your orgasm rings in your ears and the heat travels from your core, shooting up your spine and washes all over our body, leaving you pulsing and fluttering around him. His voice soothes you, whispering in your ear, calling you his good girl, praising you for doing as you were told. Even as Kepa bottoms out, finishing inside of you and slowly pulling out, and your feet touch the ground, your body still tingles and your ears were still ringing.

Kepa fixes his clothes, running his fingers through his hair and leans past you to grab the bottle of wine. He kisses you, letting his lips brush lovingly over your cheek. "I'll take this into them," he says, chuckling as he looks at the state of you, all fucked out, your lipstick smudged, "and you should get yourself cleaned up." His thumb touches your bottom lip. "It's smudged."

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fletchysohot · 11 months

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IV.

Begin Again

First date with Kepa and all the nerves that come with that. One of those getting back out there after a breakup fics

Word count: 1.6k

You take a deep breath looking in the mirror trying to fix the pleats of your tennis skirt before taking a final look at your outfit. It's been ages since you last wore your heels and you aren't even really sure if they even go with your sweater and skirt, but today is a perfect occasion to put them on again. Blake had hated it when you wore heels. Always complaining and nagging about the way they made you look like a prostitute or a desperate floozy. And so to avoid any arguments and complaints you had shoved the pair deep in your closet only taking them out when you were clearing out your closet. It's weird seeing yourself in heels again, your legs looking long and slender, a picture of femininity and beauty. You do a final twirl to see how you look before grabbing your purse and keys and heading out as to not be late.

You find a parking spot a few blocks from the cafe and get out of your car. Finding your headphones, you turn on the music for your walk smiling at the song that comes on shuffle. The song brings back memories of singing it loudly in your car drumming the wheel before the chorus starts. You frown remembering how Blake would always look at you weirdly as if you were an alien.

“You listen to this crap?” he would always ask his words laced with disgust.

You quickly skip the song trying to shake the memory from your mind. Suddenly your feet feel uncomfortable in the heels and your sweater is too tight. Honestly, what were you thinking - showing up dressed like this. Maybe you should just turn around and skip the date, claim you have a bug, there is still time.

But your plans soon falter when you see Kepa already standing by the cafe, waving at you. He looks gorgeous, wearing an oversized tshirt that hugs his broad shoulders perfectly paired with dark pants and a pair of sneakers. You can't help but almost trip over your feet as your eyes meet.

“Whoa there careful” Kepa chuckles, his accent is music to your ears “hey”

“Hi” you try to keep yourself from blushing

“Shall we go inside?” he asks a kind smile plastered on his lips

“Oh yes yes” you say eagerly

“You look very beautiful, I love the shoes” he compliments as you walk through the door of the little cafe

“Thank you” you manage to reply, fighting back a grin “You look very handsome too” “Thank you” he says walking next to you “wait let me!” He pulls out the chair for you, helping you sit down. You feel butterflies flutter in your stomach at the seemingly mundane action, something inside of you heating up. “Wow a gentleman” you tease as he makes his way to the chair opposite of you

“Of course! Especially for a girl as beautiful as you” he raises his eyebrows as a smile warms his features.

“Oh you are doing overtime work today aren't you” you shoot back matching his smile “trying your best to leave the best impression on me”

He tilts his head back laughing at our comment and instantly you feel yourself retreat into yourself. He must think you are being an idiot. Blake would have told you off for opening your mouth and saying something that stupid.

“What are you laughing about?” you try not sounding too defensive “You are funny” he says looking at you, his brown eyes full of kindness and honesty “You think that was funny?” you ask, trying to play it off as casual as possible.

“Yeah! It was silly funny you know” he says “I like silly funny” You feel heat travel to your cheeks again at the comment, but luckily Kepa is too busy looking at the menu to notice. You let your eyes roam over Kepa, taking in the sight properly. You feel mesmerised by how soft his skin looks, making you wonder how it would feel to run your fingertips up and down his arms. You think back to the last time you touched someone like that and feel something drop in your stomach.

You think back to the last eight months that have been some of the hardest of your life. Between going through a divorce and moving halfway across the globe to escape the town that felt so suffocating you've had almost no time to look for friends let alone love or intimacy. The last stint of you and Blakes marriage had made you develop a distaste for being with someone physically or emotionally. The constant fights and tears, compromises upon compromise had made you detest having to lean on a person. Growing up you had always thought love was easy, that it would swoop you off your feet and you would be on cloud nine. Sure it had felt that way with Blake at first, back when he would bring you flowers from his moms garden or your favourite doughnut from the gas station, but as years went on Blake had become complacent and wooing you had become a secondary thought to him. Soon enough, by the end of it, the two of you would spend more time arguing about anything than actually speaking, intimacy becoming an afterthought unless it was a quickie or frustration sex. Nothing that you would classify as intimacy or sensuality. However looking at the man sitting across from you at the moment you can't seem to keep your thoughts from wandering. You allow yourself to quietly take in the way Kepa's hair falls, the veins on his strong arms, the way whenever he smiles at you you see stars.

“So you always wanted to be a football player?” you ask intrigued, taking a sip of your cappuccino, watching him with a curious gaze.

Kepa throws his head back laughing that contagious laughter of his. The sound fills you up to the brim like the feeling of a warm room after having spent all day in the snow. You like seeing him like this, eyes shut and a content expression on his face. However part of you seizes up at his reaction to a seemingly mundane question.

“You have milk foam on your face” he says once his laughter subsides “here, let me help you” He reaches over the table and brushes your nose with his thumb bringing his finger to his lips, his chocolate brown eyes not leaving you once.

You can't help but chuckle, feeling yourself blush. You still cannot fully grasp that he finds you funny or adorable, when Blake you have made you feel like you were uncultured if you got your face dirty like that in public. But Kepa is nothing like Blake. Kepa finds it endearing to see you like this, not a polished version, but clumsy silly you. He seems to like you for you and that makes a scary feeling of hope begin to build in your chest.

When you leave the cafe the sun is already setting over the London streets, the streetlights slowly turning on one by one. Kepa offers to walk you to your car and you agree, excited to spend as much time as possible with him. The walk is nice, his hand is in his pocket and you've looped yours around his elbow leaning against his side. Both of you walk slowly like you have nowhere else to be, soaking up every last bit of each other's company you can get. You steal a glance up at him only to notice him already looking back at you, his cheeks instantly turning pink making you throw your head back and laugh.

“You have a beautiful laugh” he blurts out

“That's the first time i get that compliment” you confess “might be one of my favourite ones ever”

“No one has ever told you you have a beautiful laugh?” he asks surprised

You almost tell him how Blake used to think it was too loud and too high pitched and how you've hated your laugh for so long due to that.

“It is one of my favourite things about you” he cuts you off before you can speak and ruin the moment “it reminds me of this actress from Love Actually”

“Love Actually?” you ask taken aback

“Yes, me and mamá, tía and abuela watch it every Christmas” he says, suddenly aware how silly it sounds making you chuckle at his cuteness.

“I've never seen Love Actually” you confess

“YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN LOVE ACTUALLY?” he stops the two of you in your tracks looking at you in surprise

“No” you laugh “is it that tragic that I haven't?”

“Yes it is a crime! We have to fix this!” he says very seriously, making you laugh more and more “Next wednesday we are watching Love Actually!”

“Next Wednesday?” you ask smiling

“Yes cause that's the one day im free” he says “same time as this week”

“So Wednesday is date night?” you ask

“Yes Wednesday is now officially date night” he proclaims and resumes walking, both of you sneaking glances at each other the whole way back to the car.

Kepa tells you about all the movies him and his family watch together on holidays and for the first time in a long time you can't find a painful memory associated with it. And finally for the first time in forever you feel yourself starting to fall head over heels in love all over again.

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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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kepamount · 1 year

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part one - y/n

oh, baby! 👶🏽 - KAxreader, smau, crack comedy, fluff, angst and smut

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sergioperez4life · 2 years

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

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heyhihellosworld · 11 months

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𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐈

Mason Mount x reader + Kepa Arrizabalaga x reader

Word count: 4.5k

Summary: Maybe Kepa isn't the one and maybe feelings can surface, even after fifteen years of friendship

Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut?

Notes: This is a whole mess because I started with so many ideas and landed with cero lol

Grateful for all of you who see and read this! x

When did things become so complicated?

You couldn't say but you knew the exact minute things had changed for the worse, the evening not leaving your thoughts.

The game had just begun again after halftime but it wasn't that interesting, or maybe it was you just couldn't focus with the storm that was raging in your mind. It felt like the storm had been going on for the last month, never calming down and never stopping. It didn't feel like it ever would.

Kepa was between the poles, the only reason you were there watching from the first place. He had done a good game so far and you were proud of him, you really were.

Mason wasn't playing, according to Chelsea he was out with some injury. Not that you would know from him anyway as he hadn't spoken to you since that evening. He had vanished and if you hadn't followed all his teammates and Chelsea on social medias you wouldn't know if he was alive or not. Not that they were providing you with much either way.

Maybe Kepa would tell you if he died but Mason wasn't exactly a topic you spoke about regularly. In all honesty you didn't speak much at all anymore.

You sighed as you felt yourself going into over-thinking mode.

"You-uh what?" you stuttered out, feeling yourself sit down on the floor at the revelation. It was not what you had expected, not at all and it took you with shock.

Mason looked at you intently, watching your every move but he didn't expect you to do or say anything. He just needed to say those words, utter what had been weighing him down for years because it had been too much lately.

He didn't expect you to jump up and say you loved him more than a friend nor did he expect you to kiss him he just needed to let it go once and for all.

You looked up at him with widened eyes making him move his gaze away from you and to the floor.

"Mason" you breathed, feeling a thousand thoughts spinning around your head. "Mason wh-what?"

Mason shook his head, he knew how it was, now he had uttered his thoughts and feelings and now he needed a break. A break to think and stop his feelings from drowning him whole. And that meant a break from you.

"You heard me, I like you. Now it's said so let's forget it and move on"

You had never thought about Mason in any other way than what he was. Mason was Mason, you had never thought about it more than that. He was your childhood friend, your best friend, your comfort and your safety, simply Mason. To label your relationship had never felt necesary which now put you in a hard situation.

You forced yourself to look at the game as the opponents went on pressing again, setting Kepa in action in the Chelsea goal.

Kepa was nice, sweet and hot. There was nothing wrong with him or your relationship, not at all. You loved cuddling with him after his late games, loved eating in the sofa, talking long into the night and the sex was awesome

But

Something had been off. Not with you and not with him but with it all. No matter how many times you had sex or made out he still didn't feel like your boyfriend. He hadn't technically been but he felt more like a friend than anything else. You didn't get butterflies from him like you felt like you should get, he was nice hanging out with and nice to fuck but that was it your feelings didn't go deeper than that.

The last two, three weeks had been a bit different too. Kepa had been off a lot since he had been traveling to Germany and had matches every three days but you felt like it was probably a good thing. Stuff had been rough and it had made you realize that you didn't like the basque in a romantic way.

It had ended quietly and peacefully one late evening at his place after a game at the bridge. Both of you confessing it wasn't working out in a romantic way and that had been it.

You weren't exactly sad it had ended because you had barely dated him but it did leave you even lonelier and even though you had both agreed on staying friends it wasn't like he was with you all the time.

You still couldn't really wrap your head around it, how would you handle this all if Mason some day decided he wanted to be your friend again. How did you act around someone who you knew liked you? Would he ever want to be your friend again or was that too hard now?

You breathed the thoughts away, you didn't even know how Mason was thinking so no need to stress one step ahead.

It felt almost like a bad joke thinking about these past few weeks. Only some weeks away you were over the moon over Kepa at your and Mason's regular movie-night, you had laughed eaten and cuddled up on the couch like always and now. Now you had broken things with Kepa and Mason, but the latter more involuntarily.

You wanted to scream at yourself for the negative thoughts spinning around you head, the thoughts never ending and it made you go crazy.

The game had ended, what a well spent hour and a half, not even looking at the game but being too wrapped in your own head. You cursed yourself as you looked at the scores, 2-1. Chelsea had done one goal but you hadn't paid attention enough to see who had done what.

You sighed, running your fingers through your hair in a stressed manner as the arena started to move. The fans starting to exit whilst the player greeted each other and thanked the fans who had came to watch.

Your heart almost fluttered out of your chest as you saw a familiar head of hair walking onto the pitch. Applauding the fans and shaking hands with some of the opponents. Your eyes followed him like he was a fridge and you had magnets for eyes.

He hadn't played but apparently been sat on the bench. He smiled softly as he went around in the arena, his eyes moving over the stands.

His eyes suddenly met yours, probably feeling stared out which he was. His lips pulled up in a small smile as he watched you before walking out the tunnel and to the changing rooms.

You felt like crying as his hair dissapeared, your heart wanting to run down to catch him before he left but your mind stopped you, knowing it wouldn't be the smart thing to do.

You stood at Kepa's car, waiting for him to emerge from the changing room as you had promised to hang out with him and a couple of his friends after the game. You would usually wait outside of the changing room but since Mason would be there and he had made it pretty obvious that he didn't want to see you right now, that he needed a break you wanted to respect that.

Stood outside you regretted your choice bitterly, it was fucking freezing outside and you were freezing your ass off as you stood there and waited for the basque who took forever.

"If you're styling your hair in there i'm gonna fuck you up" you muttered into the darkness, picturing the Spaniard standing there with his stupid brush, not knowing you stood here dying.

"What did you say?"

You thought you had a heart-attack for a second, yelping out as the dark shadow approached you, squinting to be able to see in the darkness

You took a deep breath "Fucks sake! What the hell" you scolded, hearing the guy chuckle as he came into eyesight.

You felt yourself choke as you saw Mason looking down at you, your bain racking for something to say.

"Uh-a-I-"

He shook his head with a lopsided smile, stopping on a appropriate distance from you.

"Hey" he smiled, your smile mirroring his as you returned the greeting.

"I didn't know you were in the squad tonight" you admitted, watching him shake his head "Don't dwell on it, you should't have to avoid places you love because of me"

You shook your head promptly, "No I don't need to but I want to respect you and your feelings"

His soft eyes smiled down at you, his hands in his pockets as he rolled on his heels.

"Is that why you are standing here in the cold?"

You nodded, pursing your lips as a shiver ran through you from the cold.

"Come on, let's wait in my car" Mason offered, nodding at his car only a few meters away and you more than gladly jumped into the familiar vehicle.

He quickly started the car and turned on every heat button possible as you shook, trying to get yourself warm

"You're really stupid you know?" Your eyebrows raised in mocked hurt "excuse me?" "Standing outside in this weather isn't exactly smart" he grinned, your heart constricting at his beautiful smile.

Mason felt at peace talking to you again. Seeing you on the stands didn't make his heart tug, it made him smile. He had missed you terribly, not being used to not hear and be with you everyday.

"Yeah yeah, slander me for trying to be nice" you huffed, loving the smile you pulled from him yet again.

"What are you even doing here?"

"Waiting for Kepa" you shrugged, immediately noticing the change in the atmosphere as you mentioned his teammates name.

"Right, I forgot" he muttered through clenched teeth, making it clear he had never been as okay with you dating his teammate as he had made out to you in the beginning.

"Mason-" you begun but he shook his head harshly "No no, it's fine"

You sighed, tempted to roll your eyes at the stubborn man beside you but you restrained yourself from it "Me and Kepa, we are not together anymore, well we were never officially together, has Kepa not told you?"

Mason blinked at you, swallowing hard, almost looking embarrassed as he fiddled with his chain "to be honest i may have avoided Kepa lately" he confessed, your eyes not being able to stop from rolling this time. "Why-why are you not?"

You shrugged, meeting his startled gaze. "We gave it a try but neither of us felt romantic feelings towards each other so we decided to just stay friends instead"

Mason nodded in understanding, not being able to hide the relief that washed over his body, his eyes swimming over and shoulders relaxing. "I'm sorry" he forced out

You scoffed before chuckling at him, resting your head against the neck of the seat. "Sure you are Mase"

Mason didn't answer but his grin told you everything you needed to know.

A soft silence settled in the car as he fiddled with the heat buttons before he broke it, his voice soft as he spoke

"Ben is having a get-together on Wednesday, do you want to come?"

Your eyes met his face, his eyes staring down on his hands, hair messy over his eyes. He really needed a haircut soon, his stubble had also grown noticeable since the last night you'd seen him

You nodded, humming softly "Yeah sure, as long as this come from you"

He nodded, meeting your eyes with tenderness "maybe it could be the re-start?" You smiled, feeling like you would explode with happiness "I will be there" you nodded, looking as his face lit up before turning to look out the window, he looked utterly gorgeous in the late light.

"Kepa is here" Mason announced snapping you out of your thoughts, "Text me the details?" you asked as you climber at the car "sure"

"Oh and y/n?"

You turned back to look at him again, a questioning expression on your face "yes?"

"Nice shirt"

You laughed, turning your back to him to show it properly, it was your Mason shirt you had gotten last season with the new design. "I know right"

The grin he gave you in return was etched in your mind for the rest of the evening.

You felt almost nervous as you stood outside of Ben's gigantic house. You pursed your lips before opening the door. Last time you had been here everything had changed but now it didn't feel like it could be any worse than that time.

The night was very similar last time you'd been at Ben's, the boys playing fifa and joking around. The only difference was that this time you weren't hooked on Kepa. You were more a part of the group and specifically you hung out a lot more with Mason.

Mason, sweet Mason sat beside you, murmuring in your ear all the gossip and fun stuff you'd missed out on. He had missed you just as much as you'd missed him and he was giving his all to catch up, make you feel like old times again.

He would never loose feelings for you but he had time to think and now it didn't feel like he wanted to die every time he saw you. It stung, but he didn't wanna die and that was enough because he loved you too much to let you go. Even if all he could ever be was your friend he would take it.

"Did you know Ben hooked up with that girl last week?" Mason hummed, eyes glistening as he gossiped about his friends.

"Hey, stop telling on me" Ben whined from the other side of the couch, giving Mason a bad glare "You did?! Wow this is huge news Ben, finally getting laid huh?"

Ben's eyes rolled "You know what, I haven't missed you at all actually"

"Hey, that's mean Benji" you pouted, trying to keep a straight face at his unimpressed expression but you failed miserably.

Mason was a sweetheart all evening, making sure you had nice company, made sure you got the food you wanted, got you drinks and drove you home when the time had come. It felt like nothing had happened and you knew it took a lot of him but the fact that he did it meant the world to you.

"Thank you Mase, it was really sweet of you" you smiled softly at him, locking eyes with him as he parked outside of your flat. "Don't worry" he smiled, bidding goodbye as you hurried up the stair, your heart fluttering as you catched his smile as you waved him goodbye.

His eyes sparkled as he waved up the stands, he looked genuinely happy and it warmed up your heart, making you feel happy for him. Finally things started to look clearer again, Mason's career looked bright, he got to play regularly and he seemed to be enjoying it for real. The smile never leaving his lips as he went around thanking the fans at Stamford bridge who had cheered them on their first win in what felt like forever.

You caught yourself smiling like an idiot as he waved up at you, your heart stuttering as he looked at you.

The last couple of weeks had been amazing. Mason had kept on his words to restart what had been a little fallout and it felt like nothing had happened. The more days that went the more you liked the British joker. He spent more and more time with you and soon it was regular again, it felt natural and normal, the old habits coming back. Your feelings grew and grew but it felt like they never stopped growing, growing stronger everytime you laid your eyes on him, your heart fluttering and a smile forming on your face. It went beyond frienship and that scared the shit out of you.

He looked at you as you fixed with the tv, changing to Netflix and getting cozy on the sofa. When you met his gaze he smiled at you, his lips tugging upwards in an warm loving smile. "What?" you giggled, watching him shake his head and raise his hands "no nothing"

You giggled as he plopped down next to you, his arms immediately wrapping around you and keeping you close, your head resting on his chest.

You tilted your head up to him as you felt him watching you again, his soft eyes almost catching you off guard. It felt like you were drowning in his eyes, swimming in the emotions he displayed so openly.

It felt like magnets were pulling you closer until his nose bumped yours but then insecurities took over him. His eyes looked hesitant, scared to move forward. You smiled softly at him, your hand landing in the nape of his neck, gently pushing him down in a soft sweet kiss.

His lips moved slowly, softly and almost carefully against yours, savoring the moment as you let yourself go, melting into him. One kiss turned to two, three and soon the tv was long forgotten as he kissed you more intensely, no longer scared to cross a line as you made it pretty obvious what you wanted.

When you didn't have any air left in your lungs you pulled away, resting your forehead against his, thumb stroking his cheek affectionately as he gazed into your eyes.

He looked conflicted, like he didn't know what to feel or say. "Tell me what you're thinking" you begged. "I'm thinking I don't know what just happen, I-I thought you didn't like me more than a friend"

"I didn't"you answered, seeing him wavering "But I don't know, these last couple of weeks I have gotten other feelings, strong feelings. Like when I look at you I get butterflies, when we kissed right now it felt like I was gonna explode" you tried to explain, his face-expression impossible to read.

"So, you have feelings for me? More than a friend?"

You nodded slowly, looking at him apprehensively, "I don't know how you feel but I-"

He cut you off with his lips on yours you immediately answering it, tongues intertwining, hands grabbing at each-other both on the line to desperate but it didn't matter anymore.

"Hii Ben" you smiled, hugging him as he led you into the living room. Mason was right behind you, his hand on the small of your back as he walked behind you, listening to what Ben was telling you about as you stepped into the living room, greeting the others.

You felt Masons hand grip your waist tightly as you hugged Kepa, smiling as you turned back to your boyfriend, kissing his cheek with a teasing grin.

Mason guided you to the sofas where the rest of the guys were sitting. Kai had his girlfriend Sophia next to him but other than that it was only the boys, all you'd met before.

It was easy to be with them, all kind, funny and welcoming. Nothing felt awkvard or stiff. You did feel a bit awkvard though sitting next to Mason, because you didn't know how you should act with him in front of his friends. It had been almost two months now since you'd kissed for the first time and after that everything had just moved on, smoothly and quickly.

You'd decided to give it a go which was both terrifying and amazing. It scared you to not know what would happen if Mason suddenly stopped feeling for you, what if he had thought about it so much he had became hung up on it but when you made it to reality it wasn't that fun?

You worried and Mason knew that but he also knew that his feelings wouldn't stop. He wasn't hung up or obsessed with the thoughts but he truly loved you and that wouldn't change overnight. It was a scary step to get over but he had never been happier.

The discussion about you as a couple hadn't been long, you had just went with it, tried it and felt it out without too much discussion and questions. That had worked really well but that meant that you hadn't discussed about publicity. Did he want to be open in front of his friends or act like you were just friends? Did he want to sneak around or go about?

Mason's hand on your thigh snapped you out of your thinking, you quickly flashing a smile at his frown. "Are you okay?"

The words were low in your ear, his closeness making you shiver as you nodded "I'm fine" you smiled as convincing as you could.

He nodded, giving you a small glint between narrow eyes which made you laugh. His arm came behind you, pulling you closer to him which pulled a smile to your face.

Something you loved about Mason and always had done was his ability to read situations and people. He knew what you needed or what the situation needed without a single word.

He declined playing the first round of FIFA for the night and instead opted to sit and talk with you, Kai and Sophia who had also turned down the offer. Mason seemed to have no problem at all behaving around his friends but you still felt stiff. You overthought every move you did and every word you said.

Soon it felt unberable, like it was to stiff and awkvard but you couldn't make sense of how you should behave. When the boys went out to the kitchen to fetch some more drinks Mason took the opportuinty to ask you again, demanding the real answer.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he hummed, his eyes staring into you making it feel like he was looking through you. "Yeah I'm sure" you tried but you already knew you wouldn't be able to crawl out of this one without telling him the truth.

"Y/n" he repeated, tearing a groan out of you to which he chuckled. "Fine, I feel awkvard as hell, okay?"

"No not okay, why? I thought you liked them? Do you want to leave?" Your head shook, smiling at his concerned face "I do like them it's not them that make me awkvard it's us"

"Us?" he asked in confsuion, a small tension growing in his chest

"Not us us but... ugh" you groaned "I don't know how to act around your friends" you finally admitted, making his worry melt away and a small smile making it's way on his face instead.

He looked at you, prompting you to elabrotate your thoughts.

"Well I dont know, I mean we agreed to try this but we never talked about others. I don't know how to act around the others because I don't know what you want"

"I still don't get it" Mason admitted making you groan out a chuckle at your bad explaining skills.

"I don't know if you want us to act like friends, if you want us to behave like a couple or what you want and it makes me stiff as fuck"

Mason's smile made you frown, not liking the way he found your misery amusing. "Don't worry so much" he tried but you scoffed "I suck at being social, you know that"

Masons laughter echoed in the room, lightning you up "Don't hang yourself up on it, you don't have to hide anything because we are trying a relationship and we are both serious about it so why would you even think to hide it"

"I don't know, we haven't talked about it" you muttered, looking down in your lap. "I know we haven't but we are both serious about this, right?" "Of course"

"Then there is nothing to hide" he smile, his fingers tilting your ching up so you looked him in the eyes. His lips met yours softly, catching you off guard at first but soon you melted into him. Kissing him back with a small smile on your lips, feeling the worries melt away.

"Okay okay" Ben gagged out as they walked into the room again "enough"

All of them were grinning at you, wiggling their eyebrows and making your face flush. Head turning away from them to contain your embarassement

"Aww did you get shy now?" Ben mocked you, teasingly smiling at you, giving you the impression he already knew about this.

"Stop being an ass Ben" Mason scolded his friend but he still smiled, finding amusement in your flushed face. "Let her be" Sophia scolded, flicking Ben away

"When did this happen?" Reece smiled politely, breaking the teasing "Uh, two months ago?" Mason hummed, giving you a small squeeze as you gained your cool back.

"Are you together?"

"Is that the hottest you kissed?"

"Have you fucked?"

Your eyes widened at Ben's question, spread laughter filling the air as you hid your face again, not being able to take this awkvardness

"Ben fuck off!" Mason chuckled, hugging you into him "It's so fun to make her that flustered" he argued, your eyes glaring at him.

"Not to be rude or anything but wasn't you just with Kepa?" Christian asked, your eyes fleeting away again as Mason gave him a stern look but luckily Kepa answered for you

"Nah man it was nothing serious and we ended it a couple of months ago"

Your eyes sent him a thankful look which he only smiled at, making sure you knew it was fine. You had told him about Mason after you'd kissed him for the first time, feeling you owed it to him after everything and he had only been happy for you, telling you about a girl he had met in Spain when visiting the last month making it easy to maintain friends.

No more questions was asked and the boys went back to chatting, laughing, drinking and eating as someone had ordered take-away.

"See, it's all fine" Mason smiled, your eyes slimming "Except for Christian thinking I go through the group" you hummed, his eyes turning soft "He didn't mean it like hat and even if, it dosen't matter, does it? Me and you both know that it isn't like that"

You smiled, nodding at him "Thank you Mase"

His smile mirrored yours, lips coming to meet yours again in a sweet kiss, going in for another Ben interrupted again "Come on guys, no no no"

"Just don't look you sensitive ass" Mason joked, pecking your lips once more before pulling you into him, thumb gently stroking your hip as you smiled contently at him.

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Kepa and Mase 😄 🎧

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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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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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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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mxsonxmountx · 9 months

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KA x rainy day

Word count: 448

Requested: Yes/No

Bold: Kepa

Italics: you

Having a day off with Kepa your boyfriend was rare, but when it came around it was one of your favourite weekends. Just being able to relax and not having to do anything too stressful. It was predicted that it was going to be a rainy day, so you opted for a movie night together. Something that you both haven’t done in ages. It was 9:30am and Kepa was still asleep next to you, you gradually got out of bed to get ready in your leggings and oversized hoodie so you could go to the supermarket and get all the supplies that you needed for the movie and pamper night. You stopped off to grab some breakfast for you both hoping that when you was back that he would be awake waiting for you. When you arrived home you could smell the fresh toast, eggs and bacon being cooked by Kepa. “Good morning my love, I’ve made us breakfast” “I’ve got some bits for our movie night tonight, I thought it would be nice. Just to have some time with you for a change. Got some pamper things, coffee and some fruit for breakfast” “Movie and pamper night with you is my favourite relaxation” “I know” you put everything in the fridge/cupboard so you knew where it was for tonight.

Hours have passed, you’ve been getting everything ready and relaxed when you can since you’ve had a busy week at work. Kepa got the whole of the cinema room ready for you both, the cinema room rarely got used but when it did, it holds memories for you both. “Babe, I’ve almost finished are you ready?” “I’m ready princess” you brought everything into the room and he had the whole room ready with fairy lights, cushions, beanbags and blankets ready for you both. You placed everything on floor for you both to reach, he followed you in with some wine and glasses. You picked the first couple of films and he picked the others for you both to watch. Both of you loved times like this, just being able to spent time together, alone, no stress, no worries just pure happiness.

You noticed that Kepa got himself comfortable on your lap, you couldn’t help but to run your nails up and down his back which would mean before you knew it he’d be asleep in your lap. You started tracing patterns on the back of his head, his breathing got more relaxed than before. “I love you my darling” “I love you too” and with that he was asleep. Did you mind? No. Did you care? No. Did you love him? More than he could ever imagine.

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kepamount · 1 year

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Oh, Baby! 👶🏽

Kepa Arrizabalaga social media au - e2l, comedy, crack humour, fluff, angst, smut

Rating: Mature (dirty humour, strong language, explicit content)

y/n might have friends in high places and lots of great connections, but she's still a broke uni student who's counting every last penny she makes as a barista. Sick of depriving herself from luxury, she decides to treat herself and splash out on a girls trip, only to find out the next day that she’s not going to be paid. With a big payment due out of her almost empty account, y/n needs money and she needs it quick. Deciding to sell her eggs to the local clinic, y/n makes enough money to pay her rent for the next few months. Her financial worries are over, but more worries begin. She's constantly ill, getting weird food cravings and she's putting on weight like crazy. The signs all point to pregnancy, but there's only one issue: she's a virgin.

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part 3 - onlyfans

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final-script · 2 years

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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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ANOTHERS

Historic Day - Kai Havertz x Reader

Friendship and More - Ben Chilwell x Reader

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fletchysohot · 1 year

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III.

Daddy's girl

Did someone say good vibes, Kepa and puppy content? (ft. Ben, Mase and Kai)

“Kep, we can’t take her in” you said for the fiftieth time today as Kepa nuzzled his nose into your shoulder as both of you were curled up on the couch.

“But babe look at her little eyes” he said holding up the puppy in his arms.

“Kep, honey” you sighed “we don’t have the time…”

He pulled back a pout evident on his plump lips.

“Babe you are busy with Chelsea and I have heaps of work to tackle. Between the two of us we barely have time to take care of ourselves let alone…” Kepa sighed as he looked down at the puppy apologetically. “Lo siento princesa, big boss says no, I tried my best.” He murmured

“Oh don’t make me the bad guy now” you glared at your boyfriend before looking at the puppy.

She was a gorgeous black boarder collie with big brown eyes, her fur curling in loose waves on her back. Kepa had found her crying, left in a soaked cardboard box in some bushes on his morning run and brought her home instantly. His own brown eyes had been identical the puppy’s as he floated the topic of taking the stray in. You had done your best to avoid the pleading gaze of the pair the majority of the morning. Luckily Kepa had been busying himself by giving her a warm bath and now having spent the majority of the last hour carrying her around, cradling her to his chest as if she was his child.

“We’ll find you a good home baby” you cooed running your fingers through the dog’s fur, trying to ignore Kepa’s puppy dog eyes next to you.

“Yes! I’ll not let you go to a home where you aren’t treated like a little princess” he cooed at the dog

“Maybe one of your friends wants her?” You asked looking at your boyfriend curiously “I bet you would not mind being tio Kepa”

You suppressed a love sick chuckle at the way Kepa’s eyes lit up at the potential nickname.

“I’ll make some calls” he said determined as the puppy had now fallen asleep in his lap.

Kepa’s first offer had been Mason, as the man had been talking about getting a dog for ages. When Kepa had called to offer the man to meet the little dog, Mason had jumped at the opportunity. He had told Kepa to come to Ben’s house and to bring the puppy along.

Kepa had volunteered to drive instructing you to hold the puppy while on the way to Ben’s. You were not stupid knowing exactly what the hidden intentions of the man were. You avoided the animal’s face keeping your eyes trained on the road as to not give your boyfriend the satisfaction of crumbling in the moments before you could hand it off to Mase.

The moment you got out of the car Ben’s door popped open revealing a grinning Mason. “Where is my new little baby?” He said grinning from ear to ear

“Right here” you smiled lifting the puppy a little bit as you slid out of the car.

“Give her here!” As he approached put out his hands as if he was a small child asking for a toy. You couldn’t help but laugh fondly as you obliged with the request.

“Mason be careful” Kepa said frowning “she’s still small! Don’t squeeze her” “I’m not gonna-“ “Mason you almost dropped her”

“I’ll go say hi to Ben” you said eager to get away from the argument and eventual scolding that was currently brewing.

You walked through the door kicking off your shoes before venturing into the living room in search of the left back.

You found the man sitting on the couch his nose in his phone and Oscar curled at his feet.

“Hey there” you laughed

“Oh” he looked up smiling “Hey! So where is the puppy?” “Mason and Kep are having a stern conversation about how to hold her” you said plopping down in a chair opposite of the couch “So it’s gonna be a while" “You know how Kep can get when he has to explain something”

“Should we go save the dog?” “I’ll give them a few more minutes before I go break it up” you rolled your eyes playfully earning a laugh from Ben.

“How are you?” You gestured to his elevated knee currently sporting a bright blue ice pack

“On the mend” he said petting Oscar’s head “Oscie is helping me get all better”

“I bet he is” you smiled at the two as you heard voices approach.

“That was quick” you said to Ben who bit back a laugh as the pair rounded the corner.

“Give me back MY dog!” Mason wailed as Kepa stomped in, the puppy wrapped in his strong arms.

“Mason you are too rough with her!” Kepa grumbled

“I am not” Mason protested.

“Hi Kep” Ben laughed at the antics of his two friends, knowing he was clearly an afterthought.

“Hey” Kepa smiled walking over to the couch ignoring Mason’s pleas.

“So that’s the little troublemaker I’ve heard so much about, hm?” Ben hummed looking at the bundle in Kepa’s arms.

“Yes this is her” Kepa smiled at Ben as Mason plopped down next to Kepa. “Hi there little one” Ben cooed leaned over to scratch her nose

“She’s so cute right” Mason beamed “I cannot wait to show everyone. Can I hold her?”

Kepa sighed as he handed the dog over to the younger. Mason smiled down at the little dog as it let out a small sound. His fingers tangling into her silky fur as he grinned down at the dog.

“How are you feeling Ben?” Kepa asked looking over at his teammate as Mason played with the puppy all of his attention on the animal.

“Better” Ben smiled at the goalie “will be back to defending you in no time.”

The three of you fell into comfortable conversation while

“FUCK!” Mason shouted “not on my good pants!”

All three of you looked at him instantly. Mason was holding the puppy in the air, a big wet spot on his lap.

“Mason put the dog down” you frowned

“She’s yelping” Kepa said as his arms flew to take the dog off his teammate instantly going to soothe her.

“She peed on me” Mason cried out

“Yeah mate” Ben laughed “she’s a lil’ puppy… they pee”

“It’s nasty” Mason said making a disgusted face

“Well you better get used to it” you said “they do that a lot. It’s one of the reasons me and Kep can’t keep her… it’s a twenty four hour job”

“So now I have to smell like puppy pee all the time?” Mason frowned looking at his lap.

“Pretty much… You can borrow some of my pants this time Mase” Ben said finally having his laughter under control “just go find a pair… and not the good ones… I know you’ll never bring them back”

Mason rolled his eyes getting up from the couch and disappearing around the corner.

“Babe…” Kepa’s eyes were full of panic as he looked at you

“I know baby” you said frowning “but give him a chance… to be fair I think he is rethinking the whole dog dad situation while looking for Ben’s best pants” “He better not be” Ben huffed looking at the puppy, his blue eyes shimmering as the dog wagged it’s tail at him.

“You wanna hold her?” Kepa asked

“Can I?” He asked reaching out his hands as Kepa passed the dog to the defender who broke into a huge smile as the puppy’s little pink tongue hit his stubbly cheek.

“Aw she likes you Benny” you cooed

“She’s such an angel” Ben smiled rubbing the puppy’s head “the littlest snuggle bug aren’t you?”

Oscar lifted his head making an annoyed sound at Ben out of jealousy towards the petite creature in his arms.

“Oh stop it you” he said rolling his eyes at the older dog “I still love you most”

“You should take her” Kepa said “she adores you”

“I don’t think Oscar would be very happy” Ben chuckled “besides I’m in no state to chase a puppy around the house with the leg and rehab and everything.”

“Well we can’t give her to Mason” you said under your breath earning nods from both the men on the couch

“Have you offered her to Kai? He has a mini dog farm” Ben asked now rubbing the dog’s belly as she laid on his lap.

“That’s a good idea” you smiled at the man “Kep, text him”

“Poor Mase” Kepa said “he was so excited”

“I think the pee incident might have cured the urge to adopt, those were his favourite pants” Ben chuckled

“Double poor Mase” Kepa said trying to suppress a laugh

“Stop laughing it’s not funny” you said biting your lip not to laugh

Kai’s house was beautiful surrounded by trees and plenty of area for dogs to walk and play. You smiled at Kepa as you pulled up to the house.

“See pequeña” Kepa cooed “this is gonna be a much better fit than Mason’s flat”

The dog looked up at the man with an empty, excited expression.

“I really think she could be happy here” you smiled fondly

“I just hope Kai falls in love with her” Kepa scratched the puppy’s ear

“How could he not?” you kissed Kepa’s cheek “She’s a little heart stealer”

“Didn’t work on you” he mumbled but you decided to pretend you had not heard getting out of the car.

“Hey” Kai’s familiar voice rang from the doorway as a trio of excited dogs flooded out of the door, running circles around you and Kepa.

“Kai!” Kepa grinned

“What’s up bro? What did you wanna talk about?” Kai asked cheerfully walking towards the two of you “Uhh…” you smiled at Kepa

“I wanted you to meet someone” the man next to you took over from you. “Oh” Kai looked at you questioningly causing you to just smile and tilt your head towards the dog in your boyfriend’s arms.

“Oh my who is this?” Kai cooed walking up to the goalie inspecting the pet closer.

“This is a puppy I found this morning on my run” Kepa began “and since we can’t really keep her we are trying to find someone to take her in… we tried Mase and-“ “Mason?” Kai lifted his eyebrow “I love him but I don’t think he’s fit to take care of a puppy” “Yes we are aware” you said rolling your eyes

“Then we offered her to Ben” Kepa continued as Kai bent down to the dogs eye level “but he has his injury and Oscar and just…” “Yeah I get it” Kai smiled up at his friend

“And then he suggested…” Kepa trailed off “…that we maybe try seeing if you might fall in love with her…” you continued

“… and maybe keep her” Kepa said sheepishly

Kai looked up at the both of you, straightening up meeting both you and Kepa’s eyes. His grey eyes darting between the two of you.

“So?” You whispered finally “what do you think?”

“I’d have to check with Sophia” Kai said the gears clearly turning in his head “And-“

You smiled encouragingly at Kepa who returned the favour to you.

“I don’t know-“ Kai frowned as he kept petting the dog’s head “With all my dogs and Chelsea… But she is adorable”

“You wanna hold her?” You asked hoping that would seal the deal.

“I see what you’re trying to do” Kai laughed as he took the animal from Kepa’s arms hugging her close to his chest “it’s not gonna work… well maybe”

Both you and Kepa let out a laugh as Kai’s features melted looking at the dog.

“I think it worked” Kepa said

“Don’t say that” Kai groaned

“I mean you have a gazzilion dogs already” you said teasingly “what’s another one?”

“I have to ask Soph” Kai said “she’s already been on my ass for adopting dogs the last time” “Well let me take a picture of you with the dog so you can show her” you smiled pulling out the phone and snapping a picture of the midfielder and sending it to him grinning.

“There” you smiled “now you can have a conversation about having addition to the family later… And I know she won’t be able to say no.”

The drive back home was quiet, Kepa cradling the dog close to his chest whispering something in spanish to the little animal.

“I was so sure Sophia would agree and fall in love with her” you soothed your partner “We can keep looking for a home tomorrow”

“I just want her to get a good home you know” Kepa didn’t take his eyes off the dog. “I know me too” you smiled focusing your eyes on the road

Once you got home you disappeared to get some work you had neglected due to your little road trip done leaving Kepa to keep an eye on the dog. He had barely spoken to you after you had left Kai’s house and to be honest you felt maybe giving him space was the best scenario right now. A few hours of peace and quiet with his thoughts usually helped him reset. And you could spend the time looking for potential homes to present him.

You walked into the living room a few hours later to see Kepa, with the puppy laying on his bare chest, both of them softly snoring as some old movie played in the background. There was something about the soft curls of his hair falling over his forehead and the peaceful, soft expression adorning his usually tightly wound features. Your chest tightened as the sight practically melted your heart. You had sworn all day to not let the puppy sway your decision whether to keep it, but what you had not accounted for was that gorgeous, cute boyfriend of yours to look so paternal with the tiny animal that somehow mimicked him. There was no way you would be letting her go now.

You snapped a quick photo of the two of them so you could print it out later and hang it on the fridge or use as your lock screen. As you moved a floorboard loose floorboard creaked making the puppy lift her head from where it had been melting against Kai’s chest. Her eyes were sleepy yet full of curiosity, big and brown identical to Kepa’s whenever you woke him.

“Shh” you shushed her “don’t wake Kep”

The puppy let her head fall back against his skin as her eyes flattered closed once the sense of danger had passed.

“You really are daddy’s girl huh” you chuckled as you savoured the moment for a bit before going to tell Kapa he could keep the little animal.

A/N Thanks for reading ❤️ Sorry for any mistakes I’ve been distracted but I just wanted to get it out asap. So yes I’m aware its clumsy af.

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pensat-i-fet · 1 year

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A Halloweeny date

Anyone you like ❤️

Word count: 2159

When you and your boyfriend were getting to know each other, he asked you about your hobbies. Your answer was anything horror related.

He thought it was cute. Dating a tough girl who wanted to watch scary movies. But he couldn't expect the extent of your obsession. However, he was about to really find out.

A couple of weeks before Halloween, you showed up at his house with a huge smile on your face.

"Someone is happy to see me", he said.

"Oh my God! I have the perfect Halloween plan for us!!"

"Halloween? I've never celebrated it. Do you want to watch horror movies or something?"

Watch horror movies or something? Lame.

"What? No, we could do that every other day. We are going on a trip!", you said, beaming. And then proceeded to show him the leaflet of the little town you had found and that was the perfect spooky escapade for the two of you.

"A ghost town? Are you serious?", he asked, eyebrow raised.

"Yes. I've always wanted to do something like this. But all my friends and exes thought it was a stupid idea. You don't think it's stupid, right?", you said, puppy eyes ready to convince him.

"Tell me the whole plan".

He really couldn’t say no to your puppy eyes.

And so you did. You had it all planned to the last detail.

First, you'll be going on a ghost town tour. Some of the locations looked stunning, and perfect to turn your IG feed into spooky perfection. Then, you'll go to the cabin you had rented in the middle of the woods. That was the perfect place for all the other activities planned. But you didn’t share many of those details with him yet, wanting to surprise him.

"And maybe we can add a sexy spooky game to the list", you said to him.

"Yeah? What kind of game?", he asked you. Hearing the words sexy and game probably made him forget everything else you mentioned.

"I'll think about it", you said, kissing him. "So, do you want to come?"

He sighed. "Ok, let's do this".

"Yes yes yes!!!", you yelled, jumping in his arms. “You are the best!”

“Where is this town? We've been driving for so long”, complained your boyfriend while you drove to your destination.

“Stop complaining! We're almost there”.

“Is it a ghost town because everyone that sets foot here gets killed?”, he said, looking outside at the scenery. “This looks a bit too creepy for my liking”.

“Of course it does. They make it look creepy to fit the theme. You really are terrible at spooky stuff”, you laughed.

When you arrived, you parked near the entrance of the tour. It all looked so good!

“Where are we staying? Near this area?”

“That’s a surprise!”, you said, kissing your boyfriend. “You won’t believe how amazing the place I rented is”.

And then took his hand so he would follow you.

“Ah!”, he screamed for the 10th time when a spiderweb touched his arm.

“Babe, you are overdoing it a bit”, you laughed.

“This is creepy. And I don’t like the feel of spiderwebs. It’s too dark and I can’t see them”.

“You are the one who said this was lame when we went to the first house and now you’re terrified”, you said with a smirk, you loved seeing him being such a baby. He was always the tough footballer. Well, it was your turn to be the tough one today.

“That sexy game you promised me better be good”, he said, hugging you from behind and kissing your neck.

“You won’t be disappointed. Now take a photo of me in front of this. It's going to look so cool".

An hour later, you finally made it out of the last house and reached the shop.

“Should we buy each other Halloween presents?”, you suggested.

“That’s not a thing, love. No one buys Halloween presents”.

“We could make it our thing. Who cares about rules?”

So you ended up buying him a t-shirt, even though you knew it was you who’ll end up wearing it while you stayed at his place, and he bought you a skeleton necklace that you started to wear the moment you got out of the shop.

“Okay then. Time to go to our home for the day”, you winked.

“Should I be scared?”

“Of me? Never”, you said with an evil laugh.

"A cabin? In the middle of the woods?", he said when he finally saw your destination.

"Yes. Here no one will hear you scream".

"Ha ha".

But when you got inside he was actually impressed. The cabin was gorgeous and had a huge fireplace you were ready to use to set the mood and to help with the October chill.

"Aww, they bought everything I asked for", you said, checking the bags that were in the kitchen. “I’ll leave the best review when we leave”.

"What is that?"

"Ingredients for our cooking and some drinks for a game, maybe?", you said, wiggling your eyebrows.

"Oh, you are getting me drunk before killing me. So nice of you", he said, making you laugh. "This place is amazing. Slightly terrifying because we’re in the middle of nowhere, but amazing. Like you".

His compliment made you so happy. You put your arms around his neck to bring him closer so you could kiss him and let him know how much his words meant to you.

"This is only sweets?", he asked, checking the bags.

"In the bags, yeah. There is real food in the fridge. Don't worry. I just thought we could make some homemade Halloweeny sweets. There are so many recipes online".

"Sounds fun. And I'm too far away from civilization for my coach to know".

"I'll help you burn the calories later", you winked.

You picked up a few recipes, including the marshmallow ghosts and some simple cookies also in the shape of a ghost that you could have fun decorating with the frosting. Kid's stuff but it's not as if you knew how to do much better when it came to baking.

"We can eat this while watching a movie".

"I thought watching a movie was a lame plan for today", he said.

"Just watching a movie is lame. But of course we have to watch one. I already picked the perfect one", you said, getting the DVD out of your bag and showing him the cover.

"Cabin in the woods? Really? Let me guess. It's about people in a cabin in the middle of the woods who get killed".

"Kinda. But it's not that great. Bit of a guilty pleasure, you know? And it's not that scary either. Oh, and it has Chris Hemsworth in it!"

"Really? Are we partially watching it because of him?"

"Nah, he doesn't even take his shirt off. That's the scariest part of the movie", you said, faking a shiver and making your boyfriend laugh.

"I'll take my shirt off for you", he said giving you a kiss.

"Much much better than Hemsworth".

Once you had your pizza and your sweets ready to be consumed, you moved to the sofa to watch the movie.

“Zombies? Really?”, said your boyfriend looking at you with a big smile. He told you many times before that the only movies he wasn’t scared of were zombie movies, so you picked that one as a thank you to him for playing along with all the other activities you had planned.

“Ok”, you said as the movie ended. “How about you get the fireplace going while I get everything ready for our game?”

“Ok…”.

You could notice his eyes following you. He was intrigued about what you had planned and you were really hoping he wouldn’t find it disappointing.

“So”, you started, putting all the things on the table. “I thought about doing a little quiz. And if we get the question wrong, we have to do something out of a few options”.

“I’m listening”.

“Well, just stripping was going to make the game end too quickly. We aren’t wearing much”, you laughed. “So that’s one of the options, which is highly encouraged if it’s you answering wrong. But also we could take a shot”, you said, showing him the tequila bottle. “Or we can do a little bit of drawing”.

“Drawing?”, he asked you, confused.

“Yes. I got this glow-in-the-dark body paint and thought we could paint each other. And then when we go to the dark for other types of playing…well, we’ll get to see our creations”.

“Only you could come up with that idea”, he laughed. “But I love it”.

Your smile was so big it almost occupied your entire face.

“But”, he said. “It can’t be a horror quiz because you’ll have a big advantage”.

“I thought about that too. I’ll ask you horror movie questions and you’ll ask me football questions”.

“You’re kidding”, he said, laughing so hard you frowned.

“I know. I know…I only know the name of your team and the stadium where you play. I’m the one at a disadvantage. That’s how much I love you. I could easily make it so I win and get to do whatever I want to you”.

“Oh, you’ll get to do whatever you want to me later”, he said, grabbing you by the waist and putting you in his lap before kissing you. “And I love you too. Should we start?”

You went back to your seat and put everything in front of you so it’d be easy to reach whenever you needed it.

“Ok, let’s start with an easy one”, he said, forcing you to make a face. “Kinda. Which team has won the most leagues in England?”

“Manchester City”, you said, remembering that was the team that won the last one. So they at least had one.

“No, Manchester United”.

“That’s what I said. Manchester”, you complained.

“City and United are not the same. It’s like…”, he thought of an example you could understand. “Like an original movie and a remake. Like the Nightmare on Elm Street one”.

That made you shudder. “And who’s the crappy horrible shouldn’t exist remake? City or United?”

“Depends who you ask”, he laughed.

“Ok, as a punishment for missing. Though I was very close, I must add. I’ll choose a shot!”

You licked the salt off your hand, took the shot and then saw your boyfriend with a lime wedge in his mouth. You laughed and crawled towards him to get the lime and then get a kiss too since you were already there.

“Your turn! Who’s the first character killed in the original Scream movie?”

“Oh, easy. Drew Barrymore’s”.

“Wrong!”

“What?”, he said, shocked. “It is her!”

“It’s her boyfriend Steve. Everyone forgets poor Steve. Your punishment?”

“I’ll take my shirt off”.

“Who won the last World Cup?”, was the next question for you.

“Eh…England? No, I would have noticed. Wait! Brazil!”

“Wrong, it was France”.

“Of course it was. Ok…how about you draw something on me?”

And so he moved you closer to him to try and draw a ghost on your thigh. The drawing itself wasn’t great, but he kept on tickling you with the brush and his fingers and made you laugh. He looked so cute all concentrated that you couldn’t help but give him little kisses. Even though he complained about you distracting him, you knew he didn’t mind at all.

Forty minutes later, you were both sitting in just your underwear, slightly tipsy and with all types of drawings all over your body. After getting a Champions League question wrong, you asked for another glowy tattoo and so your boyfriend got to work.

“Turn around”, he said.

“But I wanna see”.

“Turn around”.

And so you did. His cold hand moved from your neck all along your spine, making you shiver in the best way possible. When he got to your bum, he took advantage of you wearing a thong to draw on one of your bum cheeks. He gave it a little squeeze and a kiss when he was done.

When you turned back to face him, you stopped him from going back to his seat.

“You know. I’m tired of this game now, maybe we should move to the next one”.

“Should we go see how we glow in the dark?”, he laughed.

“Yeah…and to see how smudge-proof this paint really is”.

Hours later, you lay in each other’s arms and you couldn’t believe how happy you were at that moment. Today had really been the perfect day.

"Thank you for being such a good sport and putting up with all my weird tastes. No one has ever made me feel like I’m not a weirdo for liking what I like until I met you. It means so much to me", you said.

"I have to love all of you, don’t I? Happy Halloween, my love".

“Happy Halloween”.

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