#kepa arrizabalaga one shot

[neverinadream]

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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[chilly-me-softly]

Hey I got a request

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

Love your work u amazing writer

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

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

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

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

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

"She's coming with me"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dad duty?"

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

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

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

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

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

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[footballffbarbiex]

Pay Attention.

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

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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]

Kepa Arrizabalaga AU: Your Birthday

Kepaarrizabalaga: happy birthday to my beautiful girlfriend. Been with you since we were kids, now we’re still together. I love you my pretty girl.

Masonmount: happy birthday darling!

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Kepalover: sorry what? You’ve got a girlfriend? Why can’t we see her face. Bet she’s ugly. You should be dating me

↪️kepa4ever: that’s rude, in fact I’ve seen her at many games and she’s the most prettiest art I’ve ever seen. Happy birthday darling, we love you

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Chelseafc: many happy returns

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Yoursister: happy birthday, can’t wait to see you the weekend!

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Yourbestfriend: happy birthday princess!

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Yourpriv: I love you 💙

Kaihavertz29: happy birthday queen, see you at the weekend

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Thiagosilva: happy birthday!

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Yourpriv: been truly blessed for another birthday with my best friend. Wouldn’t be here without you. Kepaarrizabalaga I love you forever and always.

Reecejames: happy birthday queen, looking forward to the party!

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Benchilwell: happy birthday sweetheart xx

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Kepa4ever: happy birthday to one of the most precious ladies that makes our man happy. Hope you have the best day ever. Love you

↪️thank you my darling. Kepa gave me the gifts, I love them all

Masonmount: happy birthday my little sis, love you

↪️thank you bro, can’t wait to celebrate with you on the weekend

Yourbestiefriend: happy birthday to my prettiest girl, I love you more than you can ever imagine. Cannot wait to celebrate with you on the weekend!

↪️can’t wait to be with you

Kepaarrizabalaga: I love you

↪️I love you so much more

Kepaarrizabalaga: my pretty girl

↪️your pretty girl xxxx

Kepaarrizabalaga: my whole world

↪️💙🌏

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[swimmingismywholelife]

Hey guys! I wanted to come on here and tell you about my Christmas fics for 2023! This is the first year I'll be doing this and hopefully I'll have more to come!

I'll be doing 12 different fics for 12 different footballers each inspired by a different Christmas song. Each post will be every other day starting December 1st and ending on Christmas Day! Those who are regulars of my writing know I'm mostly a Christian Pulisic writer with a sprinkling of Kepa Arrizabalaga, but for Christmas I'll be writing for people I don't usually write for! I don't wanna give too many spoilers, but as an example I'll be writing for a few people who have played for Chelsea at some point or maybe they still play for Chelsea who knows 👀👀👀

If anyone would like to be tagged in the masterlist for each fic, please let me know and I'll gladly add you! Please look forward to it!

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[emwritesfootball]

Confessing Feelings | Kepa Arrizabalaga

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

Warnings: none

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

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

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

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

“How did you know about her?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, no - I’m okay.”

“Please?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Kepa…”

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

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

“It’s not a joke.”

“Prove it. Kiss me.”

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

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

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[fernandezology]

“soft” launch,insta au-kepa arrizabalaga

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yourusername it’s the most wonderful time of the year

ynsaidwhat i’m not saying you have some explanation to do because kepa just posted same picture on his story but you do😳

diariesofyn kepa and y/n stans rise!!

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kepaarrizabalaga merry christmas from the alps🤍

kuwchelsea who is that omg?? i just pray she doesn’t break your heart because we all know what happened last time…

ynlovebot they are making snow angels together STOP MY HEART

ynfilms okay maybe love does exist after all

kaihavertz29 watch your legs,we need you back in one piece😉

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kepaarrizabalaga long days,but easier by your side

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yourusername breaking my silence,nobody pinch me because i finally found my prince charming🤍

kepaarrizabalaga ms. arrizabalaga has a nice ring to it😉

sophiaaemelia i don’t know about that,it doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue tbh

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diariesofyn it’s happening,everybody stay calm

kuwchelsea wait that should’ve been me,but since it’s you,i will let it slide

ynfilms her next post with him is gonna be with their kid,mark my words

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[neverinadream]

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?

prompts list / prompts masterlist

"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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[chilly-me-softly]

Hey can I request Alice at training with mason and some cute x

"Oh I see it didn't take you long to spot the neighbourhood cafe"

"Mason - (y/n) gasps looking up at him bewildered - you almost made me drop my breakfast, and that's certainly not the way I want to start my day"

"Sorry" he chuckles opening the door to the facility and like a good gentleman allowing her to pass through first, waiting for Alice to do the same hand in hand with him and only then setting foot in there as well.

"I forgive you just because you have a little guest with you and you cannot sulk around a kid"

"Good to know" he smiles looking at her before focusing on the little one who is clinging to his coat. "Will you tell this nice lady your name?"

She takes a few seconds as she hides half her face in one of her father's legs continuing to look at the new person, almost playing embarrassed, then murmuring an "Alice" smiling like her father.

"Alice, really nice name. I'm (y/n). Have you come to watch your daddy's practice?" she asks sweetly, receiving a nod from the little girl.

"It's cold though"

"I know, right?" she coos, quickly waving at someone walking past them. "Your daddy should have at least put a hat on you"

"Hey she's the one who didn't want to!" Mason gets defensive as (y/n) looks at him funny.

"Relax tiger" and somehow triggers the little girl's laughter, causing a mock astonished expression to appear on Mason's face.

"What are you doing?! Are you laughing at me?" in an instant Mason crouch down next to her drawing her to his chest and the hall fills with her cries of joy as everyone seems to forget where they are for a moment.

"Alice do you want a piece of croissant?" Mason has already looked at the clock hanging on the wall nearby a couple of times, she's pretty sure he's late or close to it so she decides to step in.

"Yes" Mason's attempts to protest are useless because the little girl has already accepted and seems to be anxiously waiting for food. As if she hadn't eaten even a piece of his breakfast only a short time before.

"You don't have to, it's your breakfast" he tries for the last time as (y/n) lifts Alice up to sit on the nearby desk starting to open the bag she had laid there with her coffee just moments before.

"Mason - she sighs - you really should go, us girls have something really important to do"

"Yes daddy, important"

"Oh I see" Mason then gives up taking his bag, but not before reminding his daughter to behave.

-

"So... I saw you and (y/n) pretty cosy" Mason rolled his eyes as he tied his shoes, Ben and his stupid smartass grin just waiting for the right moment to come out.

"Stop it, don't even get there"

"Why? I'm not saying anything, just what I saw" the boy shrugged by his side.

"Because I know you Chilly and your mind is probably already full of stupid fantasies"

"Yeah sure" the boy scoffs and Mason doesn't have time to answer him because he gets distracted.

"Hey didn't you say you were coming with Alice today?" Reece asks from the seat opposite theirs and when Ben chuckles at his side, he hits him with his knee intimating him to be quiet. Which of course he doesn't get. 

"SHe's with (y/n)" his friend is quick to answer, causing him to roll his eyes again.

"(y/n)?"

"The new admin girl"

"And since when do you know people aside from football?!" the mate teases him slyly but he doesn't seem to mind.

"Hey I'm single - he shrugs his shoulders as if that's enough to explain everything - but don't worry, my hands are tied" Ben squeezes one of Mason's shoulders before exiting the locker room, leaving a confused Reece raising an eyebrow at his friend and Mason waving him off.

He wanders off a little to pick up Alice and smiles when he can already hear his daughter's giggle from the hallway.

"Hey you, time to go" he knocks lightly on the already open door attracting the attention of the two girls, the younger one happily leaving her pens on the table to run towards him.

"I hope she didn't bother you"

"Please, she's been an absolute angel" she smiles at him and Mason is quick to dismiss himself for the training that is about to begin.

"Mason?" however he stops immediately when (y/n) calls him back, "Alice's coat"

"Oh - he looks at the item with a strange feeling, as if he had been waiting for more for a brief moment, before picking it up awkwardly - thank you. I need it" he chuckles embarrassedly, mentally slapping himself for what he just said, quickly disappearing with the excuse of having to chase Alice.

-

"What did you have to give Kepa?" Alice fumbles for a moment with the pocket of her jacket - which Mason had struggled to get her to put on again - before picking up a paper folded in four and handing it to the keeper.

"For me?" the boy asks somewhere between surprised and amused as he crouches down in front of her, a sweet smile spreading across his face when he sees her messy attempt at colouring a butterfly.

"It's so beautiful. Can I give you a hug?" after her nod, he gently wraps his arms around the little girl's small body bringing her lightly towards him and even leaving a kiss in her hair. "Thank you, I will keep it in my locker for good luck"

Then the training finally begins, Alice staying to the side with the various assistants keeping an eye on her making sure she doesn't get into any dangerous line and allowing Mason to train for a while.

Mason looks around, taking a moment longer than he should to find Alice after stopping for a drink in the break that has been given. And he smiles as he sees that she has run to the goalkeeper and that he too seems to have a soft spot for his daughter, even giving up the chance to sit for a few minutes between his own training sessions.

The boy is between the posts as usual as he challenges Alice to throw the ball at him as hard as she can. He can't see her face but he bets she has put on her most focused expression possible as she takes a little run-up and kicks towards the bottom right corner, cheering when Kepa obviously doesn't get there.

She kicks a couple more balls before Mason decides to approach, walking slowly until he's behind Alice lifting her up catching her by surprise and making her scream in amusement. Mason kicks the ball in the net as "Daddy, you cheated!" the little girl picks him up.

"I did not" he pouts as Alice starts playing with his cheeks soon making the grimace disappear.

"Yes you did"

"Yes you did" echoes the keeper as Mason rolls his eyes playfully.

"Okay then, let's see who's right" the boy puts the little girl down before positioning himself between the posts and signalling for the two of them to go for it.

Little Mounty

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[footballffbarbiex]

Winter: Secrets.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And I’m going to be a big sister!”

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[mxsonxmountx]

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.

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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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[footballerimaginess]

Surprise

credit to @footballbff​ for the gif x 

Birthday Prompts of course it's not selfish! could i get surprising you at work with kepa? maybe you think he's gonna be playing away in the champions league but it turns out he told potter he couldn't go so he could be with you 🥺 requested by @odegaardsreds Word Count: 334 Sitting at work on your birthday is not where you wanted to be at all, when you woke up that morning it was quiet in your house as Kepa was at training already.  The only surprise you had was from the dog when you rudely were woken up by him going absolutely crazy. 

“y/n, you have a visitor” you looked up and had a look up and saw Kepa standing there with a bunch of white roses which were your favourite.  “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be on your way to Paris right now?” you questioned him as you fell into his jacket.  “Well I was supposed to be, but Potter said I wasn’t allowed to travel. Something is up with my passport or whatever it was. I don’t fully get what happened. But I would rather be here celebrating my girl’s birthday” he smiled as he placed the flowers on your table.  “But I have to work?” you bluntly replied.  Kepa shook his head. “Nope I got you the afternoon off, so you can come home and spend the day together” you grinned from ear to ear as you turned your computer off, chucking your coat on as you headed out the office as you shouted goodbye to everyone. “I’m so glad you came and saved me, I was sooo bored” you over dramatically replied to kepa as he shook his head at your dramatics.  “You are such a dramatic baby” he pinched your cheeks as you pursed your lips as he pressed a kiss on them.  “Good” you smirked as you took his hand as you walked to the car.  “So... what shall we do today?” you asked him.  “Whatever you want too, it  is your day today. So you can decide” he smiled as you liked that idea.  “Okay, i fancy a McDonalds and maybe a long walk by the river” you smiled as Kepa agreed with the suggestion.  “That sounds just perfect” he smiled as you headed off.  Taglist: @footballffbarbiex​ @percervall​ @footballxixstars​ @football-and-fanfics​ @mrseriksen​ @simpingmyassoff​ @0alanasworld0​ @odegaardsreds​ @ghwoticz​​ 

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[sergioperez4life]

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

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[final-script]

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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[kepamount]

scary movie 👻

kepa arrizabalaga x reader x mason mount - a smutty ghostface one shot

warnings: explicit hard smut, sort of scary?? (y/n thinks she's being attacked by a murderer), potentially triggering content so please read at your own discretion!! sub!reader, dom!kepa & dom!mason, double penetration, anal, oral sex (m and f receiving), choking, slapping, dirty talk, degradation and praise, pet names, edging, overstim, crying, fingering, face-fucking, knife kink, mask kink, i think that's it but lmk if i missed something!

word count: 10.9k+ (she's big)

a/n: happy halloween bitches! i've literally been getting ready for a night out and i suddenly remembered that i wrote this lmao so here you go! this is not at all edited so pls be warned about spelling and grammar mistakes (i literally wrote this in a brainrot over night so it's probably almost unintelligible lol), and i don't have time to double check my warnings but this is kind of intense so pls pls be careful reading it! x

The shrill ringing of my phone breaks the calm atmosphere in the house, making me jump out of my skin. I pause the episode of Pretty Little Liars as I get up from the sofa, wineglass in hand, and I head into the kitchen, my phone sat on the counter. My heart lifts with the thought that it’s probably my boyfriend calling to let me know he’s on his way home from work, but disappointment floods through me when I see that the screen’s lit up with an unknown number. I reject the call with an irritated sigh before checking if Kepa’s texted me, but our last communication was a few hours ago.

I decide to distract myself by checking on the pasta in the oven (I always cover the top with a thick layer of cheese and put it in the oven for it to get nice and melty, just how he likes it). I don’t cook very often, but I thought I’d make dinner as a surprise for my boyfriend tonight. He’s been really busy recently – all the training and travelling and exhaustion from matches has meant we haven’t been spending a lot of time together. And the time we have managed to spend together is usually a couple hours with dinner in front of the TV until he’s snoring loud enough to make the neighbours’ dog bark.

To cut a long story short, I need Kepa to rail me before I lose my mind. They always say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but unlike other men, Kepa’s stomach leads to his dick. A good homecooked meal and a couple glasses of wine? The man’s ready to go all night. So I’m hoping a candlelit dinner tonight will lead to him bending me over the table. I even put on my good lingerie set, so I’ll be very disappointed if this doesn’t go to plan.

My phone starts ringing again, the unknown number persisting, but I reject the call. I don’t have enough patience to deal with a call centre right now. I knock back my wine, pouring out another glass and knocking back half of that too, my body full of impatient energy. I just want him to get home so I can touch him and kiss him. He’s been even sexier than usual recently, looking all big and hot in the goal, veins and muscles rippling whenever he saves a shot. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t having to press my thighs together during every match, praying I wouldn’t leave a wet spot on my seat.

The phone rings again, and I let out an annoyed huff when I see it’s the unknown number for the third time. I snatch the phone from the counter, pressing the green button and holding it to my ear. ‘Hello?’ I say, silence on the other side for a few long moments before I hear a low ‘hello’ in response. The voice is male and unfamiliar, sounding distorted. The line must not be great.

There’s another few seconds of silence after he speaks, and I roll my eyes. ‘Yeah?’ I ask, trying to keep my tone patient. ‘Who is this?’ he asks, and I frown. Does he not realise he’s calling me? ‘Who are you trying to reach?’ I ask, a low chuckle sounding in response. ‘What number is this?’ he asks, sounding amused, and I shake my head. Idiot. ‘What number are you trying to reach?’ I ask in response, getting another low chuckle in response, the sound making my pulse jump.

‘I… don’t know,’ he responds, and I can’t help but roll my eyes again. ‘I think you have the wrong number.’ ‘Have I?’ ‘It happens. Don’t worry about it,’ I say before hanging up, putting my phone back down on the countertop. I pick up my wineglass and head over to the sliding glass door that leads out onto the patio, my reflection clear in it. I really hope Kepa appreciates the effort I’ve made for him – this dress is sexy and not comfortable at all, meaning I look insanely good in it.

My phone starts ringing again, and I sigh deeply before picking up the phone, answering the unknown number despite my common sense telling me not to. ‘Hello?’ ‘I’m sorry. I think I called the wrong number,’ the man says, and I take a moment to compose myself. ‘So why did you call it again?’ I ask slowly. ‘To apologise,’ he responds, the smirk clear in his voice. ‘You’re forgiven. Bye now,’ I say chirpily, about to hang up before I hear, ‘wait, wait. Don’t hang up.’

‘Why?’ I ask, leaning against the countertop and running my finger around the rim of my glass. This guy’s probably just some perv trying to get off, but at least this is some entertainment until Kepa gets home. ‘I want to talk to you for a bit.’ ‘There’s trillions of numbers for that, creep,’ I respond with a small smile before I take a sip of my wine.

‘Yeah, but I called yours,’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow. This guy can’t have intentionally called me, can he? ‘I thought you said this was the wrong number?’ ‘I lied. Why don’t you want to talk to me?’ he asks, switching the topic before I can dwell on it too long. ‘I don’t know who you are.’ ‘You tell me your name and I’ll tell you mine,’ he says, and I let out a laugh despite myself. This guy’s deluded.

‘I don’t think so,’ I say, flicking the rim of my wineglass with a manicured nail. ‘What was that?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes again. This guy needs to learn boundaries. ‘My wineglass.’ ‘You’re drinking wine?’ ‘Mmhmm. It’s date night,’ I say happily, getting excited again at the thought that Kepa will be home soon. ‘Date night?’ ‘Yep. My boyfriend doesn’t know it, but I’m surprising him with dinner tonight.’

‘Just dinner?’ he asks, and I let out an irritated noise. ‘What do you mean, ‘just dinner’? I’ve spent ages making this.’ ‘No, I don’t mean it like that. Dinner’s great. It’s just… isn’t it usually dinner and a movie?’ he asks, and I smile to myself. I’m hoping we won’t have time for a movie tonight – I want to be preoccupied with other things. ‘Yeah, but I think we might skip the movie.’ ‘You can’t skip the movie! That’s the best part of date night. Especially if it’s a scary movie,’ he says, his soft voice taking on a sudden edge that makes my hair on my arms stand up in worry.

‘What? Don’t you like scary movies?’ he asks, no edge to his voice. I must have imagined it. I tell myself to relax, taking a deep breath. ‘I don’t mind them.’ ‘What’s your favourite?’ he asks, and I think for a moment. ‘I like Scream. Ghostface is a good villain. What about you? What’s your favourite?’ I ask, met with a brief silence before he murmurs, ‘guess.’

‘Um… Nightmare on Elm Street?’ ‘Is that the one where the guy has knives for fingers?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes for the twentieth time this conversation. How can he start a conversation about scary movies if he doesn’t even know Nightmare on Elm Street? ‘Yeah, Freddy Krueger.’ ‘Freddy, that’s right. I liked that movie. It was scary.’ ‘The first one was, but the rest were bad,’ I say, taking a sip of my wine before my eyes flit up to the clock on the wall. Kepa should definitely be back from training now.

‘So… you mentioned your boyfriend,’ he says, and I can’t help but laugh. ‘Yeah.’ ‘Where is he?’ he asks, and I frown. Even he’s wondering where the hell Kepa is. ‘Why do you care, stranger?’ ‘That’s not my name,’ he says amusedly. ‘You didn’t tell me your name.’ ‘You didn’t tell me yours either. What is it?’ he asks, and I take another sip of my wine before I respond, ‘why do you want to know my name?’ ‘Because I want to know who I’m looking at,’ he responds, voice deadly soft, but the words have the effect of if he’d shouted them.

My blood goes cold, my eyes flitting to the back door. It’s pitch black outside, too dark to see if there’s anyone lurking. ‘What did you just say?’ I whisper, legs feeling weak as fear stabs through my body, my pulse skyrocketing. ‘I want to know who I’m talking to,’ he says slowly, as though he’s speaking to somebody stupid, and I shake my head, knowing what I heard.

‘That’s not what you said,’ I say shakily, rushing over to the door to make sure it’s locked, the handle not budging an inch. I feel a bit of relief flood through me – as long as the security system is working, no one can make it into this house unless their fingerprint is on the database. Perks of having a rich boyfriend. ‘What do you think I said?’ he asks, tone playful, but a sick feeling has already settled low in my stomach. This isn’t fun and entertaining anymore – I just want Kepa to get home.

‘I have to go,’ I say suddenly, and he chuckles lowly. ‘Your boyfriend isn’t home yet. Don’t you want the company?’ he asks, sounding mocking like he knows how scared I am right now. ‘No.’ ‘Are you sure? You don’t like being alone, princesa,’ he says, that one word making all the tension flood out of my body.

I’ve been waiting for Kepa to get home, but he’s the idiot on the other side of the phone.

‘Oh, thank God. Kepa, this isn’t funny,’ I whine. ‘I’m not your boyfriend, y/n. Don’t thank God yet,’ he teases, my relief tainted by a little bit of uneasiness. What if it really isn’t Kepa? But it has to be. He obviously has a voice distorter on, which is hiding the usual Spanish lilt to his voice, and princesa is his pet name of choice for me.

‘Cut it out, Kep. You’re scaring me,’ I say quietly, and he laughs gently. ‘There’s nothing to be scared of, baby. If you keep on being a good girl for me, I won’t hurt you,’ he murmurs softly, and I let out a little breath. It’s definitely him – no psycho murderer would be reassuring me. ‘Fine. I’ll be a good girl for you. Just come home,’ I say, the fear in my stomach subsiding, replaced by the desire that’s been sitting there for weeks.

‘I’m on my way. But I want you to be ready for me, princesa.’ ‘I am ready for you. I’m wearing… my boyfriend’s favourite dress,’ I say lowly, trying my best to sound all seductive, and I’m rewarded when I hear him take a breath to compose himself. ‘I can see that. You’ve put his favourite perfume on too, and you’re drinking the wine that gets you all worked up and desperate. I’ve been watching your every move,’ he whispers, the words making me a shiver run down my spine. My eyes flit up to security camera in the corner of the room, identical to the ones in the corner of every room in the house. Both of us can watch from them live on our phones.

‘You might want to answer that,’ he says suddenly, words followed by the doorbell echoing through the house, making me jump. I keep the phone to my ear as I head out of the kitchen and into the foyer, shivering from my bare feet on the cold marble floor as I walk to the front door. I open it without any hesitation, the empty porch making me falter. I thought he’d be stood there, but there’s nothing there except for my car parked on the driveway, his nowhere to be seen.

‘Who’s there?’ I call out in a sing-song voice despite the uncertainty still swirling around inside me. What if this is an A-grade stalker, who’s pretending to be Kepa to lull me into a false sense of security? And I’m the moron throwing the door open and shouting out to him. ‘You should never say ‘who’s there?’. Don’t you watch scary movies? It’s a death wish, babe,’ he says suddenly, reminding me that he’s still on the other side of the phone, and I quickly shut the door, making sure it locks afterwards.

‘Okay, enough’s enough. You’ve had your fun. Just stop now,’ I say quietly, chewing on my lip nervously as I head back to the kitchen. ‘Or what?’ ‘Or… my boyfriend’s gonna be home soon,’ I say with a small smile, his little laugh reassuring me. It has to be Kepa I’m talking to. ‘Oh, really?’ ‘Yeah, and he’s gonna be pissed when I tell him what you’re doing.’ ‘Will he?’ ‘Yeah. He’s 6 foot 1, and super big, and he plays football, so he’s athletic, and he’ll beat the shit out of you,’ I reply, my words met with more rich laughter.

‘I’m sure he will, baby. Or maybe I’ll gut him like a fish,’ he says sinisterly, striking fear into me again. Calm down, y/n. It’s just Kepa. It couldn’t possibly be anyone else. ‘What do you want?’ I ask, putting on the helpless damsel-in-distress voice, and he chuckles softly. ‘I want to see what your insides look like,’ he murmurs in a velvet voice, the words laced with a dirty innuendo that makes my underwear dampen considerably.

‘But first… let’s play a game. If you answer my questions correctly, I won’t lay a finger on you. If you get any of them wrong, I get to do whatever I want to do to you,’ he bargains, sparking my competitive streak. If winning means I don’t get his touch tonight, fine by me. I’m too competitive to lose. ‘Okay. Go ahead,’ I prompt.

‘Here’s your first question. Who’s the killer in Halloween?’ ‘Hmmm, I’m not sure I remember,’ I tease, and he laughs lightly. ‘Come on, princesa. You know this one. White mask, stalks babysitters?’ ‘Oh, right... it’s Michael Myers!’ I exclaim, as though the name only just came to me. ‘Good girl. You’re doing well. Ready for your next one?’ ‘Mmhmm.’

‘Who’s the killer in Friday the 13th?’ he asks, and I roll my eyes. He really thinks he can trick me with this? ‘Mrs Vorhees, Jason’s mother, followed by Jason himself in the sequel,’ I say happily, and he lets out a little sigh, disappointed I got it right. ‘You’re too good at this.’ ‘You know it, baby. Come on, give me another one,’ I say tauntingly, and it’s like I can feel the atmosphere shift over the phone.

‘Okay. Which door am I at?’ he asks, voice deadly soft again, and I freeze, uneasiness filling me. ‘Kepa…’ ‘I told you already, princesa. I’m not your boyfriend. Now answer my question if you want to win,’ he prompts, and I take a deep breath. He’s using my pet name to reassure me that it’s him without ruining the act. I’m not in any danger.

‘Um… the front door,’ I answer, waiting with bated breath for a response. But I’m met with a long silence, the tension multiplying with every second that goes by. And then finally he whispers his reply, the one word sending a shiver through me. ‘Wrong.’

I hear the door behind me slide open and I whirl around, ready to greet my boyfriend with open arms, a big smile on my face. But the smile on my face slips when I’m met with the sight of a figure stood in the doorway, dressed in a floor-length black robe, face covered by a white Ghostface mask. The figure’s hands are covered with black gloves, and in one of them, he’s holding a knife. A very sharp, very shiny, very real knife.

My mouth drops open in a bloodcurdling scream, and I run for the foyer staircase without a moment’s hesitation, the sound of my feet hitting the marble echoing loudly as I sprint up the stairs. When I hear his thundering footsteps, my heart misses a beat, fear filling my veins, and I can’t help but scream again when I turn to see him following me up the stairs.

I look ahead, knowing I’ll fall if I’m not careful, and I head straight towards mine and Kepa’s bedroom. Once it’s locked, only he and I can get in with our thumbprints, so it’ll prove if it’s him or not. As soon as I’m in the room, I shut the door and lock it with shaky hands, the silence that follows making me feel even more on edge. He’s probably stood right outside, just biding his time.

I take a few deep breaths to calm my nerves, and it’s only when my ringtone sounds out into the silence do I remember that my phone’s in my hand, the sound making me jump again. I answer without any hesitation, met with low chuckles on the other side. ‘You’d make a good final girl, princesa. That was a real scary-movie scream,’ he teases, and I let out a low sob, tears in my eyes.

‘I’m scared, Kep. Why are you doing this?’ I ask, sitting on the edge of our bed before my legs give way. ‘I’m upset with you, babe. While your boyfriend’s been working so hard, earning money for you to spend on whatever you want, you’ve been crushing on his teammate,’ he murmurs, confusion filling me. What is he talking about?

‘Don’t act like you don’t know, y/n. I’ve seen how you look at him. How your eyes are glued to him on the pitch while your boyfriend’s in the dugout. You stare at his thighs, his hands running through his hair, his neck when he shouts and his lips when he spits. You want him, don’t you, princesa?’ he asks, and despite the fear still making my heart race, I feel guilty that I know exactly who he’s referring to.

It’s been a tough couple months for me. We’ve only had sex once in all that time, and he barely participated because he was tired (I’ve never been the one to do all the work so I didn’t enjoy it much). I’ve been frustrated. And when Kepa was still on the bench every match, my thirsty mind had to find someone to ogle for the 90 minutes. And that someone ended up being Mason Mount.

He’s an annoying cocky little shit, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to him, especially when he’s playing football. His corner kicks, his hair flicks, his spitting, his angry outbursts, his goals, his injuries. All of it is just so… hot. Kepa’s right – I’ve been trying to hide it, but I have a real crush on his teammate.

‘Kepa, I’m-’ ‘Don’t start trying to apologise now that you’ve been caught out, princesa. It’s too late for that now. And anyway, I feel for you a little bit. It must have been hard for you, with your boyfriend giving you no attention. I bet you’ve been trying your best to get yourself off. Do your fingers feel as good as his, baby?’ he asks, my underwear flooded with arousal now. He’s killing me – half of my mind is in panic mode, and the other half is thinking about dick. I don’t know which part I’m more annoyed with.

‘Show me, baby. Take off that pretty dress, lie down on the bed, and show me how you’ve been touching yourself, thinking of your boyfriend and his best friend,’ he taunts, my stomach clenching with nerves. One thing Kepa never does is call my pet names in English, yet the person on the other side of the phone has been calling me ‘baby’ and ‘babe instead of the usual ‘cariño’ or ‘querido’.

Before it can properly dawn on me, there’s a loud banging on the door, a startled scream escaping my lips. ‘I’m getting impatient, babe. Take off your dress before I come in and cut it off you with my knife,’ he threatens through gritted teeth, and I quickly get up off the bed. I put the phone on speaker, leaving it sat atop the sheets before I reach back to the zip on my dress.

My hands shake as I pull down the zip, my skin exposed to the room when I let the dress drop off me, leaving me stood in just my black lacy lingerie, suspenders and all. ‘Wow. Look at you, baby. So pretty. Did you dress up all for me? Or for your footballer boyfriend?’ he taunts, the cold air on my bare skin making me shiver.

‘Now lie down on the bed,’ he says in a gentle tone, and I do as he says, settling myself amongst the sheets, back against the headboard. ‘Spread your legs for me,’ he prompts, my actions following his words, exposing my clothed core to the room.

‘Slip your hand into your pants, princesa,’ he instructs softly, and I let my hand trail down my body before sliding beneath my underwear, a shaky breath falling from my lips when my fingertips brush against my clit. ‘So sensitive. I bet you’re so wet, so desperate for me to fuck you. Am I right, y/n? I’m right, aren’t I, baby? You’re so desperate for my cock, my fingers, my tongue. Anything I give you, you’ll be grateful for, huh?’ he asks, and I just nod, fingers ghosting across my folds, light tingles of pleasure running through me.

‘Are you gonna let me come in and fuck you, babe? I’m so hard for you, baby, so fucking hard. I wanna make you scream with my cock. Will you let me come in, y/n?’ he asks, and I shake my head, no. Despite my mind clouding over with a hazy fog, I’m still scared of the Ghostface on the other side of the door.

‘Well, if you remember correctly, baby, you got one of the questions wrong, which means I get to do whatever I want to you. Maybe I’ll use my knife to make you scream instead of my cock. Is that what you want, princesa?’ he asks, and the fear takes over, making me remove my hand from my pants and grab the phone shakily. ‘No, please. I’m scared,’ I whisper, and he lets out a low chuckle that makes my stomach turn.

‘You should be.’

The door swings open, Ghostface stood in the doorway, the only light in the room streaming in around his big frame from the hallway. His knife is still in one hand, head tilted mockingly, and the mask’s mouth is open in its perpetual scream, as though it’s warning me what I’m about to be doing too. ‘You look so sexy when you’re scared, baby. Your eyes are all big and teary, your teeth biting your lip, your chest heaving with deep breaths. I bet you look like that when you’re getting fucked as well, huh?’ the voice on the other end of the phone asks, cold realisation hitting me.

Ghostface only has a knife in his hand, the other one empty. No phone in sight.

‘Oh, princesa, you’re so cute. For someone who likes scary movies, you clearly don’t pay much attention to them. It was never just Billy Loomis. Stu Macher was with him all along. It was how they managed to do all their killing,’ the voice on the phone says mockingly, and then I hear the handle on the bathroom door turning slowly.

My breathing falters as I wait for the door to open, my heart stopping when another Ghostface is revealed, both of them standing in opposite doorways, staring at me. The new one has a phone and a voice distorter in his gloved hands, held up to his mouth. ‘Two’s better than one, baby,’ he says cockily, voice echoing through my phone.

I cover my mouth, a sob escaping my lips, and my eyes fill with tears that begin to spill over. I’m terrified despite how I’m pretty sure I know who both of these Ghostfaces are, my eyes flitting back and forth between the two of them. The first one walks across the room to me and I shrink away from him in fear, letting out a sob when his hand tightens around my throat and he pulls me closer to him. He lifts the knife to my face, gliding the tip across my skin, the cold metal making me shiver. The proximity means I can hear him breathing through the mask, and a familiar scent fills my senses.

‘What’s the safeword, cariño?’ a muffled voice asks from the other side of the mask, and I breathe a sigh of relief at hearing the Spanish accent, my nerves easing at him using one of his Spanish pet names for me. ‘Arsenal,’ I respond (hearing me shout his rival team is a definite way to get him to stop whatever he’s doing), and he nods, releasing my neck and lifting his hand to my face, wiping away my tears.

‘I like you scared, princesa. Your screams are so pretty,’ he murmurs softly, hand caressing my face with the most gentle touch before he reaches over to flick the lamp on. ‘I bet they sound prettier when she’s being touched than when she’s being chased up the stairs,’ the other Ghostface says, reminding me of his presence, and I suddenly realise what this is leading up to, the thought almost making me moan aloud. I’ve been desperate for cock for weeks, and now I’m gonna get two.

‘Much prettier. Come and find out for yourself,’ Kepa says, Mason stepping across the room to stand beside his teammate. My heart jumps at the two of them stood there in front of me, the two masks looking down at me with mocking screams. ‘Hands and knees, querido. Culo in the air for us,’ Kepa prompts, and I move into position, facing away from them and giving them a full view of my ass, supporting my body weight on weak arms.

‘I didn’t know it was possible to have a wet patch on black fabric,’ Mason teases, a gloved finger hooking through my pants and pulling them aside, both of them letting out appreciative noises at the sight of my soaked core. ‘Such a pretty pussy. So wet, babe. Is this all for us, y/n?’ Mason asks, his compliment making a thrill run through me. I let out a hum in response, a hand suddenly snaking around my neck, pulling my head back in an uncomfortable position.

‘Words, baby,’ Mason murmurs. ‘Yes, it’s for both of you,’ I respond, voice strained, and my neck is released from the hand’s tight hold. ‘Good girl. Do you want us to touch you?’ ‘Yes. Please,’ I whimper, feeling a finger ghosting over my folds a moment later. I bite down on my lip, embarrassed at how close I am to moaning when they’ve barely touched me.

There’s no more movement so I push my ass back, needing more contact, and both of them laugh, humiliation filling me and making me even wetter. ‘Our little princess is so needy for us, huh? Does our pretty girl want more?’ Mason asks, his dirty talk turning me on so much. Kepa drops a pet name or compliment (or insult – degradation gets me going) here and there, but he’s never been one for a running commentary like this.

‘Please,’ I whisper. ‘What do you want, baby? Tell us what you want, and we’ll give it to you.’ ‘Anything. Just something, please,’ I beg, the aching in my core thrumming through my whole body. ‘Shall we touch you with our knives, princesa?’ Kepa asks, and I take it as an innuendo before I feel the sharp tip of cold metal tracing down my spine, a harsh shiver running through me. ‘I did tell you I wanted to see what your insides look like, babe,’ Mason reminds me, smirk audible in his voice.

Even though I know it’s a joke, it sparks fear in me again, which only makes me gush with more arousal. Fear and desire have always gone hand-in-hand for me, which is how I ended up with an intimidating Adonis for a boyfriend. He scares me just as much as he turns me on, and that’s always been the case for everything. Whenever we watch horror films together, we end up fucking afterwards, because he knows how needy I get when I’m scared out of my wits. Halloween’s his favourite time of year.

‘Please don’t kill me, Mr Ghostface. I wanna be in the sequel,’ I say breathily, quoting Tatum’s line in the film, both of them laughing in response. ‘Oh, baby, we’re not gonna kill you. We’ve gotta have some fun with you first,’ Mason murmurs in a low voice, my heart racing at the possibilities of where this is gonna go.

Before I can respond, a finger plunges into me, a moan escaping my lips as I clench around the digit, head falling forward against my chest. I feel a hand wrap around my hair before pulling harshly, keeping my head back, and the knife appears at my neck, the blade like ice against my burning hot skin. The finger inside me is joined by another, the friction from the gloves making me whimper, and I feel my stomach clench when the fingers begin thrusting in and out of me, trying to open me up.

I don’t even know whose fingers are inside of me, or whose hand is pulling on my hair, the ambiguity making everything even hotter, and I can’t help the moans and whimpers slipping through my lips every few seconds. ‘Fuck, you weren’t lying. She sounds so pretty. So pretty and good for us,’ Mason murmurs, the fingers inside me curling against my walls, the feeling taking my breath away.

A third finger pushes into me, the painful stretch making me whine in pain, and I feel a hand rubbing my ass soothingly. I pant as I try to adjust to the stretch, the fingers pumping in and out of me as soon as my breathing calms down, and the hand resting on my ass disappears before landing back down heavily, the slap reverberating around the room.

With the fingers thrusting into me, slaps landing harshly on my ass, my hair being pulled and knife to my throat, I’m losing my mind, all sense disappearing and melting down into nothing but overwhelming pleasure. When a thumb appears at my clit, pressing down roughly, I let out a loud moan, sounding pathetic even to my own ears, and my walls clamp down around the fingers, legs shaking.

‘I’m gonna…’ I trail off, already feeling the tell-tale signs of an orgasm, the knot in my stomach tightening more with each circle being drawn at my clit. ‘You’re gonna what, babe? Are you gonna cum for us?’ Mason asks teasingly, the long fingers inside me curling against the soft spot that makes me cry out. ‘I think she’s gonna cum, bro,’ Mason says conversationally, Kepa chuckling. ‘Not without permission, she’s not,’ Kepa reminds me, and I begin pleading before he’s even finished talking.

‘Please let me cum. I need it so bad, please. I need to cum, please let me cum,’ I moan, not even thinking about what I’m saying before the words come out. ‘What do you think? Shall we let her?’ Kepa asks, as though he’s asking Mason whether he thinks it’s gonna rain, their indifference making me even more desperate for them. I’m a victim of the chase.

‘Hmm, I don’t know, bro. Has she earned it?’ ‘All she’s done is lie here and let us fuck her with our fingers like a dirty little slut,’ Kepa murmurs, sentence punctuated with a rough slap on my ass, his words prompting a moan to fall from my lips. ‘It’s like that? Baby likes being called a slut?’ Mason asks, sounding like he’s stumbled across a goldmine, and I can’t wait for the filth he’s gonna be saying to me tonight.

‘She loves it. Almost as much as she loves being a lazy little bitch in bed. I don’t think she deserves it.’ ‘Me neither,’ Mason agrees, their hands disappearing from me a moment later, my orgasm instantly fading away. I let out a whine at the loss of contact, even missing the feeling of the knife against my throat, and my whine is rewarded with another slap on my ass, the skin burning at this point.

‘Don’t be a brat, y/n. Thank us for what we gave you,’ Mason says, voice laced with malice, pushing me to see if I’ll do it. ‘Thank you for your fingers,’ I say pathetically, a light slap landing on my ass after I speak. ‘That’s better. You wanna be a good girl for us, don’t you, princesa?’ Kepa asks, and I nod, knowing I need to behave if I want to get off tonight.

‘Turn around, baby,’ Mason prompts, and I do as he says, tucking my legs beneath me as I turn to face them, my ass sore. I look up at the two of them, searching for their eyes behind the masks, nothing but empty darkness staring back at me, sending a shiver down my spine. Imagine if it’s not really them, and it’s two psychos imitating them, trying their best to sound like them. What if-

‘Are you still scared, querido?’ Kepa asks in the voice that always gets me going, his tone half-patronising and half-comforting, and I nod in response, looking up at them through my lashes. From this angle, I can’t even tell which of them is which, the two of them stood to close together to tell who each voice is coming from. The one on the left has the knife in his hand and he uses it to tilt my head up, my eyes on the ceiling.

‘Eyes on us, babe,’ Mason says, my gaze flitting down to the two identical masks again, sending a quiver of fear through me. ‘God, you look so hot when you’re scared. Just wanna fuck this pretty face,’ Mason says, a hand coming to tighten around my neck. ‘She’s all yours,’ Kepa says, one of the figures stepping back and taking a seat on the chaise lounge chair in the corner of the room, putting the knife down beside him.

The figure still in front of me – Mason – lets go of my neck and unbuttons his black robe just enough to let his hard cock spring free. He’s not as long as Kepa, but he’s still a mouth-watering size, thick enough that I know my jaw’s gonna ache after this. ‘Mouth open, baby,’ he prompts, and I part my lips enough for him to slide in.

But he only gives me two fingers, his other hand gripping his length and tugging on it a few times, the tip leaking with precum. It’s humiliating – I’m sat here in skimpy transparent lingerie with his fingers in my mouth, and he’s almost completely covered, jacking off right in front of my face. I feel my underwear flooding all over again.

Without any warning, he removes his fingers and pushes his cock into my mouth, letting out a low groan as he slides all the way in, tip hitting the back of my throat and prompting a loud gag. ‘Fuck,’ he moans, drawing the word out as he stills, my throat trying to reject the intrusion. I try to breathe through my nose, tears already collecting on my waterline, and when he finally pulls out, I gasp like I’ve been drowning.

‘Suck him off, princesa. Show him how good you are with your mouth,’ Kepa prompts from the corner of the room, drawing my attention back to him. The sight of him sprawled out on the seat, watching his girlfriend with another man is enough to make my stomach clench with arousal. The bedsheets are gonna be soaked if they go on like this.

I lean forward, looking up at Mason with big, innocent eyes as I press a kiss to his tip, a shaky breath audible through the mask, making me grin to myself. I place my tongue at the base, licking up to his tip against the vein on the underside of his cock before taking the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him and sucking like he’s a lollipop, cheeks caved in. I look up at him as I take him further in, eyes meeting the hollow black ones on his mask, and another gag forces its way up my throat, a soft groan falling from his lips.

I set a gentle pace, slowly bobbing my head up and down, taking him in as far as possible, hand leisurely tugging at what I can’t reach. ‘Like that, y/n, just like that. Feels so fucking good, baby,’ he groans quietly, head thrown back, hand fisting into my hair as my eyes begin to water, and I hum around at him at the praise, the sensation making him moan softly, the sound going straight to my core.

It’s not long before his hips begin moving, his hand controlling my head movements, and I grab onto his legs as he thrusts slowly. ‘Gonna be a good girl for me, babe? Gonna let me fuck this pretty little mouth?’ he asks, and I hum in response, tears filling my eyes again. He doesn’t wait another moment before his thrusts speed up and I gag repeatedly around him. The sounds only spur him on, and tears run down my face as he looks down at me, watching me try to take him as far in as possible.

‘Fuck, you’re so good. Such a good little slut, letting me fuck your mouth, and taking it so well. Love hearing you gagging,’ he says in a strained voice, thrusting particularly hard to prompt a gag from me, the noise making him moan. ‘You’re so hot,’ he murmurs, the praise making me moan, the vibrations making his hips falter. Tears stream down my face, saliva bubbles around my mouth and drips down my chin and neck – I must look like such a mess right now.

And then I remember that Kepa’s sat in the corner, my gaze flicking over to him, stomach turning when I see that he’s jacking off whilst watching us. The sight makes me moan again, Mason letting out a choked groan, the noise only making me wetter. He pulls out of my mouth a moment later, breathing heavily, chest visibly heaving.

‘You weren’t lying,’ Mason says, Kepa chuckling as he gets to his feet. ‘I told you, hermano. She sucks your soul,’ he murmurs, standing in front of me and wiping my face clean again. ‘Lie down for us, princesa,’ Kepa instructs, and I do as he says with a weak and shaky body, tension flooding out of me as I relax into the sheets, lying horizontally across the bed with my feet dangling off the side.

‘Look at her. So pretty. What shall we do to you, babe?’ Mason asks, the knife in his hand. He rests the tip of it against my thigh before running it down my leg, the sharp point a cold sting against my skin. ‘Anything. Please,’ I whisper, body already so tired but desperate for both of them, for whatever they want to do to me.

‘Gonna let me eat your pretty little pussy, baby?’ he asks silkily, a moan falling from my lips at just the thought of it. ‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ he says amusedly, dropping to his knees at the side of the bed, disappearing from my view. I’m about to sit up so I can see him take off the mask but Kepa appears behind me, a hand on my shoulder to keep me lying down.

He taps my bottom lip, the message in the action clear, and I open my mouth for him. I watch him, my boyfriend upside-down in my vision as he opens his robe. I’m too distracted watching Kepa wrap his hand around his cock that I forget about Mason until he spreads my legs apart and pulls my pants aside.

He doesn’t waste any time, tongue licking a bold stripe across my core, prompting a breathy moan from me. ‘Mmm. You taste so good, babe. So sweet,’ Mason groans, lips against my inner thigh, pressing soft kisses to my skin. ‘Thank him for being kind to you, cariño,’ Kepa prompts, a mocking tinge to his voice, as Mason dips his tongue between my folds. ‘Thank you,’ I whimper, voice hitching when he presses his thumb to my clit, rubbing slow and hard circles that send shivers through me.

He keeps himself composed for barely ten seconds before he loses control, beginning to eat me out like he’s starving. Obscene wet sounds fill the room as he licks and sucks me, prompting desperate moaning from me. I reach down to thread my hands into his hair, the fluffy locks soft against my fingers, and when I tug on it, he lets out a gentle grunt against me, the vibrations making me squirm.

‘Ready, princesa?’ Kepa murmurs, reminding me of his presence, and I nod, opening my mouth wide for him again. He taps his cock against my tongue, the angle I’m lying at allowing him to push down into my throat and, despite my gagging, he slides all the way in until his balls tap against my nose. He pulls back out with a shaky breath, allowing me to inhale deeply before entering my mouth again.

He thrusts shallowly, not going too far into my mouth, and I’m grateful for it. With Mason eating me out like a man possessed, I’m already struggling to breathe, constantly moaning around Kepa’s cock which only gets him even more worked up. I try my best to engage my brain, sucking on his cock as best as I can whilst pulling Mason’s face even closer to my core. He flicks his tongue inside me, nose nuzzling against my clit in a way that makes me moan his name, but it comes out as gibberish with Kepa keeping my mouth full.

Kepa’s broken breaths and pleasured groans become more and more frequent, his gloved hands resting softly on my face as his hips move slowly back and forth. He’s doing everything in his power to hold back from fucking into my mouth as hard and fast as he wants to, that in itself making me even wetter, the squelching from between my legs getting even louder as Mason laps at me relentlessly.

‘Are you close, querido?’ Kepa asks, voice strained, but I’m too far gone to be able to respond, squirming on the bed with my thighs trying to close around Mason’s head, heels digging into his back. ‘I think she’s close. Shall I let her?’ Mason asks against my clit, my back arching up at the vibrations, a high-pitched whine escaping my mouth. ‘No,’ Kepa responds shortly, and I feel my eyes welling up at the thought of being edged again. The knot in my stomach is so tight, ready to snap, but I feel it loosening the moment Mason moves away from me.

Kepa pulls out of my mouth a moment later, a shiver running through me at feeling suddenly empty, and I can’t help but let out a sob. ‘Turn over,’ Kepa prompts, and I roll onto my front, the man kneeling down in front of me. ‘Don’t cry, cariño. You’ll get what you want,’ he says comfortingly, running a gloved hand down the side of my face soothingly. His hand comes to rest over my eyes and a moment later, his lips meet mine in a soft kiss that tastes like my boyfriend – any doubt in my mind about who he is disappears instantly.

Before I can even deepen the kiss, I feel Mason’s hands wrap around my ankles, pulling me across the bed towards him. He flicks open my bra before flipping me over, his hands instantly grabbing at my boobs, gloved fingers tugging at my nipples, my head falling back against the bed as I let out a helpless whimper.

‘Gonna let me fuck you, baby?’ he asks, and I nod desperately, legs spreading unconsciously for him. His hands slide down my body to my pants and he pulls them down my legs, leaving me in just suspenders and transparent stockings, the rest of me on show for him. ‘Such a beautiful body, so pretty for us,’ he compliments, rubbing softly at my clit, and I let out breathy moans in response, tingles of pleasure running through me.

‘Does our pretty baby wanna be fucked?’ he asks again, clearly wanting me to say it, and push down the humiliation to reply, ‘yes, please fuck me. I need it so bad.’ ‘Good girl,’ he says amusedly, deftly catching the condom Kepa throws to him. ‘No condom, please. I’m on birth control,’ I say, his movements freezing for a moment before he looks at Kepa.

‘Are you sure, cariño?’ Kepa asks, out of my view, and I nod. Kepa and I almost never use a condom, and it’ll drive me crazy feeling Mason raw inside me. ‘Fuck,’ Mason curses under his breath, pulling my legs up to rest on his shoulders, insides of my ankles brushing against the cold plastic of the mask. He runs his tip up and down my folds before plunging in without warning, both of us moaning as he bottoms out inside me.

He’s thick enough for the stretch to burn but he rubs my clit to soothe the pain, hips keeping himself still inside me. ‘Please, I need it. Please fuck me,’ I beg desperately, and he doesn’t waste any time, pulling all the way out before slamming back in, winding me. He starts off gentle, his thrusts deep but leisurely, and it feels like the head of his cock is prodding against my cervix each time he slides back in, making me whimper pathetically.

‘Fucking slut,’ he murmurs, thrusting into me particularly hard, and my mouth drops open in a silent moan at the insult, back lifting up from the bed with his tight grip on my waist. He gradually picks up the pace, and I moan helplessly as his cock drags against my walls. I can’t help but clench around him, and I can tell he’s holding himself back from going harder, his breaths coming out laboured. He must be close to suffocation in that mask.

It seems he wants me to feel the same, his hand coming to my neck and tightening, cutting off my airways so a pleasurable haze clouds over my mind. ‘Fuck, you’re so tight,’ he groans, body tense with the effort of keeping himself together, and I let out a choked moan, eyes full of overwhelmed tears. He reaches to slip two gloved fingers into my mouth, and I can taste my own arousal on the material, the filth of it making me gush around his cock.

‘Fuck, you feel so fucking good. So wet for me. So wet for a man that’s not your boyfriend, dirty little slut,’ he taunts me, my brain barely processing his words, too focused on the tip of his cock scraping against the spot inside me that makes my eyes roll back, intense waves of pleasure rolling over my body.

‘Such a tight little pussy. Guess your boyfriend hasn’t been fucking you properly,’ he murmurs cockily, shooting a look over his shoulder to where Kepa must be stood now. ‘Watch it,’ Kepa warns darkly, Mason laughing at managing to piss him off. I can barely focus on their interaction, the knot in my stomach tightening again. I can’t even form words, babbling unintelligibly around his fingers, and both of them chuckle at the state of me. His pace slows down again, the boy leisurely thrusting into me, and my eyes fill with tears with the desperation for my orgasm, my vision blurred and head numb with pleasure.

‘Are you gonna cum, princess?’ Mason asks, and I don’t even nod in response, not wanting to be edged again. ‘That’s a yes,’ Kepa murmurs, and Mason pulls out of me straight away, a frustrated sob breaking free from my mouth. Mason’s hand comes down onto my pussy in a light slap, making me let out a strangled yelp and I shoot him a reproachful look, hearing a chuckle from beneath the mask.

‘Don’t give him that face. You should be grateful, cariño.’ ‘Grateful for what? Being edged a trillion times?’ I ask bitterly, and I can feel the sternness radiating from Kepa’s mask. ‘Don’t be bratty,’ he says, unbuttoning his robe and removing his gloves before pulling his mask off. His skin is flushed, curls unruly and eyes bright, my heart pounding at the sight of him. I beam, reaching a hand out to him and pulling him close to press a kiss to his lips.

‘Sit on my face?’ he asks against my lips, my pussy drenched at the thought, and I nod, ‘please.’ He comes to lie on the bed, his legs hanging off the bottom of it, and he’s wearing nothing but his boxers, relief filling me that I can finally see his face. I can’t see it for long though, as he pulls me towards him, wrapping his arms around my thighs to bring me close to his head, my body blocking the bottom half of his face.

He doesn’t even give me a moment to prepare before he licks a bold stripe across my slit, making my whole body quiver above him. ‘Joder. Sabes tan dulce. Could eat you all day, princesa,’ he says against my core, the vibrations making me whimper.

He starts relatively slow, tongue circling my clit before lapping up my slick and poking between my folds gently but it’s not long before he loses his self-control, abusing my heat with his tongue, hands holding me in a bruisingly tight grip as I squirm, unable to hold my weight up. My pussy must be suffocating him.

‘Please, please,’ I moan repeatedly, and I can see the amusement in his eyes as he breathes against my folds, his tongue circling my clit again and again. ‘Please, what? Words, cariño,’ he says against my folds, making me jolt forwards, head almost hitting the wall. ‘More, Kepa, more. I need to cum,’ I force out between moans, face contorted in pleasure, and he lets out a gentle chuckle.

‘My dirty slut wants to cum?’ he asks, words dripping with amusement, and I nod, mouth open in a silent moan as the waves of pleasure roll over me. He practically begins to make out with my pussy, lips moving against my folds as his tongue pokes into me every few seconds. And then he decided to torture me further, mouth moving to suck at my clit as he pushes two fingers into me and curls them, prompting a loud moan from me.

‘Let me fuck you then,’ he says against my clit, fingers disappearing from inside me, and I shakily lift myself up from his face, leaning down to kiss him briefly again, a soft smile on his face as he kisses me back. How can this be the man that chased me up the stairs with a knife a little while ago?

I move down his body, hovering over his cock and watching as he pushes his boxers down just enough to guide himself into me. I sink down onto him, the familiarity making me sigh as I take him all the way in, his length filling me up almost painfully. It’s like I can feel him in my stomach. I take a few seconds to adjust, suddenly remembering Mason, and I turn to see him sat on the chair in the corner, mask, gloves and robe gone, hand down his boxers and grin on his face.

I motion for him to come over and he stands beside the bed, turning my hand with a strong hand on my chin and pulling my face to his. Our lips meet in a messy kiss, teeth and tongues clashing, and I feel the thrill of kissing someone who isn’t my boyfriend, someone I’ve been secretly crushing on for a while. He bites down on my lip, making me moan into his mouth before he laves his tongue soothingly over where he just bit, my pussy gushing around Kepa.

I break away, remembering my boyfriend whose cock I’m sat on, but he’s watching us with an amused look on his face, leaning on his elbows for a good view. ‘I think I like seeing you with other guys,’ he admits with a grin, Mason laughing, and I raise an amused eyebrow. ‘Are you a dirty voyeur, papí?’ I tease, his gaze hardening and eyes narrowing, scaring me just as much as when he had the mask on, making me wetter again. ‘I’m gonna fuck you hard for that,’ he says darkly, arousal pooling in my stomach.

His hands tighten on my hips and he lifts me before pushing me back down onto his cock, thrusting up at the same time, making me moan with my head thrown back, almost falling off the bed but bumping into Mason instead. He presses kisses along my neck, biting colours into my skin as Kepa lifts me up and down on him, fucking up into me in a way that makes me whimper his name desperately.

He sits up after a few moments, my body sandwiched between theirs, and I grind down onto him, my clit rubbing against his skin, head going light at the pleasure. He dips his head to suck at my nipples, nipping at the flesh of my breasts as I try my best to ride, relying on him lifting me up and down. ‘Good girl, bouncing on my cock,’ Kepa murmurs as Mason’s hand slides around me to rub at my clit, my head falling back against his strong chest.

Kepa’s tip scrapes against the spot inside me that makes my back arch, and his lips stray up to my shoulder. The feeling of both he and Mason’s kissing and biting at my skin, Mason’s fingers at my clit and Kepa’s cock buried inside me, it’s all too much. I’m so close to my orgasm that I can almost feel the white-hot pleasure washing over me already.

‘Can we try something, cariño?’ Kepa asks with his lips at my jaw, his hands stilling my hips, and when I feel Mason’s hand on my lower back, a nervous shiver runs through me. I’ve only let Kepa in the back a couple times and it was… an experience, to say the least. ‘We don’t have to if you don’t want to,’ Mason says softly, mouth moving against my skin, but I shake my head. ‘No, it’s okay. We can try,’ I say quietly, Mason turning my head to kiss me again, the feeling so foreign and thrilling.

‘You’re so fucking cute. Such a good girl,’ he murmurs against my lips before breaking away. I watch as he spits, the parallel between this and watching him spit on the pitch almost making me laugh, and I feel his saliva land at my back entrance. He pushes his boxers down just enough to free his cock and he uses the head to spread his spit around, lubing me up.

‘Safeword if it hurts,’ Kepa reminds me and I nod, letting him capture my lips with his own as Mason gently pushes into me. He takes it slowly, the stretch of each inch burning more and more, but his and Kepa’s lips kiss the pain away. My breathing is laboured, head dizzy, and when Mason bottoms out, they both shower me in praise that makes me wet, my clenching around them making them both groan in pleasure.

‘Can I move?’ I breathe out after a while, feeling adjusted to them inside me, and they both tell me I can. I use my hands on Kepa’s shoulders and my knees resting on the bed to lift myself slightly before letting myself fall back down, all three of us moaning at the feeling. Mason’s mouth comes to my shoulder and bites gently, my head falling back against him as Kepa watches me intently to make sure I’m not in pain, his hands resting on my waist.

He quickly takes over, lifting me up and down with a gradually increasing pace, both of their cocks scraping against my walls, making me lose my mind.  The sounds of wet squelches, moans, grunts, groans and skin slapping against skin fill the room, Kepa’s hands gripping my waist tightly, Mason’s hands sliding around my body to play with my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

‘Faster, please,’ I moan, Kepa obliging, the three of us letting out more moans at the faster pace, my nails digging into Kepa’s back. Mason’s fingers stray down to my clit again, just as Kepa’s tip scrapes against my soft spot. Without an inch of warning, my orgasm washes over me, mouth open with a high-pitched moan, eyes screwed shut and head thrown back against Mason.

Hot pleasure burns through my veins, my head spinning and body convulsing, the two of them working me through my high with their hands, mouths and cocks, the sensations only prolonging the bliss. My legs shake as I come down, walls clenching to reject them, my body curling in on itself to try and give myself reprieve, but no such luck – the two of them are still rock-hard inside me, and I know they won’t be done with me until they’ve filled me up with their cum.

‘You’re gonna regret cumming so fast, baby,’ Mason murmurs lowly against my neck, an evil grin on Kepa’s face, and I let out a tired sob, tears in my eyes. ‘I can’t handle any more,’ I whimper, Kepa raising an eyebrow as he starts fucking up into me, Mason matching his pace, my body twitching with overstimulation, pained whines escaping my lips every few seconds.

‘Yes, you can, cariño. You’re a big girl. You’ll take whatever we give you, and you’ll thank us for it too,’ Kepa says in a soothing tone, kissing along my jaw, and I slide my fingers into his hair, head resting against Mason’s shoulder, heat radiating from both of their bodies. We’re all so hot, skin covered in sweat and desire, and I can’t help the tears running down my face as they continue fucking into me for their own orgasms, my body so overwhelmed.

I let out desperate moans of their names, both of them groaning in response, and I know they’re close. I am too, the sensitivity of overstimulation ebbing away into the build-up of another orgasm. ‘Rub yourself, baby,’ Mason prompts, hands playing with my tits again, and I shake my head. ‘I can’t… it’s too much,’ I whimper, Kepa’s gaze on me hardening as his hand tightens at my neck.

‘You can, and you will. He won’t ask you again, princesa,’ he says, tone laced with sternness, and I let go of one of his shoulders to reach down and rub at my clit again, sparks of pleasure lighting inside me, more tears running down my face. He kisses them away before his lips find mine, the saltiness of my tears finding my tastebuds as well as the faint taste of my own pussy, a whiny moan sounding from low in my throat.

I can feel their paces becoming sloppy, their thrusts erratic and their hands frantic on me, like it feels so good that they don’t know what to do with themselves anymore. ‘Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. Such a good girl. I’m not gonna last,’ Mason says between deep breaths, voice strained. ‘Joder. Me neither,’ Kepa says unevenly, slapping my hand away to rub at my clit himself, his faster and harsher pace making me scream, body thrashing at the overpowering pleasure.

‘Fuck, I’m gonna…’ I trail off, mind too numb to think straight. ‘Go on, querido. Cum for our cocks.’ ‘Does our little slut feel good? Are you gonna cum for us, baby?’ Their dirty talk almost finishes me off, but it’s an in-sync thrust from both of them that pushes me over the edge, mouth open in a silent scream as my high hits me, body tensed and shaking. Mason’s orgasm follows close after, the boy burying his head in my neck as he cums with a low moan of my name, and Kepa’s is last, my boyfriend holding me down on his cock as he cums deep inside me with his head thrown back.

We stay like this for a few moments, breathing heavily as their cocks soften inside me. I shudder when Mason pulls out, feeling cold and empty when Kepa lifts me off him to lay me down on the bed, tension flooding out of my body and replaced with relief.

I spot one of the masks on the pillow and I reach for it, holding it and looking at it, paying no attention to the two of them as they move around, talking lowly. I stare into the dark eyes of the mask, a low thrill settling in my stomach at the sight of it. I always found Ghostface hot, but now? He’s number one on my crush list and I think it’ll take a lot to replace him.

‘¿Estas bien, mi amor?’ Kepa asks softly, and I put the mask down, looking at him with a tired smile on my face. His hair’s all fluffy and he’s put on some pyjama bottoms, the sexy checked ones I love on him. His top half is bare, though – I already know I’ll be tracing my fingers over his muscles before I fall asleep tonight.

‘I’m okay,’ I reply in a hoarse voice, my boyfriend coming to sit on the bed beside me, a wet towel in his hand. He cleans me up with a gentle touch, running the towel up and down my body to soak up all the sweat. Mason comes out of the bathroom a moment later, also wearing a pair of sexy checked pyjamas bottoms with no top, his hair just as fluffy. He comes over to the bed with a handsome grin, pushing my legs apart.

I feel shy as both he and Kepa look between my legs, both groaning at the sight. I can feel their cum dripping out of both holes, the sensation only making me wet again. ‘Fuck, that’s so hot,’ Mason says, scooping up their cum and pushing it back into me with two fingers, making me hum in pleasure, walls clenching around him.

They both get me ready for bed, Kepa cleaning my makeup off with a wipe as Mason takes off the remainder of my lingerie before handing me my Ghostface pyjamas, making me laugh at the irony of it. ‘Are you hungry, mamí?’ Kepa asks, suddenly reminding me of my cooking. ‘I put a pasta bake in the oven. It’s probably burnt to a crisp now,’ I say miserably, both of them laughing. ‘I turned the oven off before I chased you up the stairs,’ Kepa says, his responsible behaviour making me smile amusedly.

‘It still won’t be good to eat now though.’ ‘We’ll order pizza. Still Italian,’ Kepa says, and I roll my eyes but nod anyway – I love takeaway pizza. Kepa taps away at his phone as I settle into the sheets, already feeling myself drifting off to sleep. ‘What toppings do you want, Mase?’ Kepa asks, Mason looking surprised. ‘I was gonna go.’ ‘No, stay the night, please. I want morning sex,’ I say tiredly, the two of them laughing again.

‘How can I refuse you, babe? I’ll have whatever, I’m not fussy,’ Mason says, directing the last part to Kepa who finishes the order as Mason climbs into the bed beside me. ’30 minutes,’ Kepa says, and I let my eyes flutter shut. ‘I’m gonna have a little nap,’ I yawn, Kepa chuckling softly as he runs a hand over my hair, sending tingles through me. I snuggle down into the sheets, resting my head in Kepa’s lap and throwing my legs over Mason’s, my boyfriend playing with my hair as Mason massages my feet. This must be heaven.

‘Sorry for scaring you, babe.’ ‘Don’t be. I loved it. You’re great actors,’ I mumble, getting chuckles in response. ‘Liar. You knew it was us.’ ‘I doubted it a few times though. I really thought you were Kepa on the phone. Your Spanish accent is great,’ I say, Mason looking proud of himself. ‘I’ve got a good teacher,’ he says, the two of them bumping their fists together with big grins at each other, and I roll my eyes at their weird little bromance. Though, I suppose, if it weren’t for their bromance, I wouldn’t be nearly knocked out after the fucking of a lifetime.

‘I do have to say, though. You two have nothing on Billy and Stu,’ I say tiredly, the two of them scoffing. ‘Billy and Stu wish they were us,’ Mason says confidently, and I raise a sceptical eyebrow. ‘Okay. Which one of you is which then?’ I ask, both of them answering, ‘I’m Billy.’ I laugh as they bicker over who’s who, both of them making compelling arguments, but by the time they ask for my opinion, I’m almost fast asleep, a contented smile on my face.

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