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BOY NEXT DOOR 5 - ( c.s )

part four

summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. he’s effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but he’s also a pain in your ass. you find that you have to fight between lust and hatred as you finally get to know the boy next door, whether you want to or not.

warnings- cursing, kinda fluffy in the beginning, smutty smut at the end (YEP U READ THAT RIGHT FOLKS)

neighbor/hockey!chris x fem!reader

a/n: HIIII i apologize for the wait!!! part five is here and boy is she something, she’s long asf and i hope you love <3 if i forgot to tag you i am so so sorry, leave me a comment and i’ll absolutely fix it! my inbox is open for u guys always

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trying to push chris away, especially after the party, might possibly be the hardest task you’ve ever faced. he’s relentless in trying to get your attention, and the bruise he left on your neck is a fading reminder of your prior weakness.

he’s been teasing you endlessly for the past four days; working out in front of his window with the music blaring, making sure he’s always shirtless, texting you at least once a day just to flirt.

and it’s slowly chipping away at your self-defense, as pathetic as it makes you feel. you don’t want to give in to your stupid fucking temptations, but it’s so hard not to.

not to mention cassidy and ramona have been prying about him every few hours, trying to see how this is all going to play out. you wish you knew, but you don't.

you’re straddling the fence of hatred and lust now, still unsure where you stand.

your internal struggle to forget about him has haunted you, and it weighs on your shoulders now as you sit criss-cross in bed, trying to focus on starting your essay.

your phone vibrates, facedown beside you, and you presume that it’s the very person you’re trying to ignore.

you’re correct, of course.

chris

let me take you out

you haven’t been responding to him, but this text catches you by surprise, just enough to type out an actual answer.

y/n

you go to set the device back down when it pings again in your hand. you flip it in your palm, letting the screen light up.

chris

ok then let me eat you out

your stomach flips, and you instinctively glance out your window to your left. chris is grinning at you from ear to ear, freshly showered and (of course) shirtless after practice. he’s also sitting in bed, legs hanging off the side as his gray sweats bunch up around his waist.

y/n

no.

you’re a creep

chris

you love it when i talk to you like that

you look back up from your messages to flip him off. he tilts his head back, and you imagine hearing his loud laughter as if you were right there with him.

y/n

you think walking around without a shirt on is winning me over?

chris

maybe a little?

y/n

think again pretty boy

he pouts just a bit before standing up, waving a hand to indicate you should meet him at the window. you listen, wedging the pane upwards so the chilly january air hits you right in the face.

the sun has set now, so chris is backlit by the light of his room as he stares at you, placing his palms on the windowsill so he can casually lean out into the night.

“what do you want?” you spit, wrapping your arms around yourself to fight the cold.

“i can’t talk to my favorite girl?” he smirks, breath fogging up slightly in front of him.

you don’t know why he won’t put on a fucking shirt, even in the freezing atmosphere. his body certainly isn’t bad to look at, but you’re too stubborn to ever say it, especially when he’s so smug.

“no, you can’t. what do you want?” you twirl your finger, as if to tell him to get on with it.

“i want to hang out.” chris reiterates in a serious tone.

you roll your eyes before you can think twice about it, because it still sounds so stupid coming out of his mouth. “yeah, right.”

“i mean it. no funny business. unless you want that, of course.” he says, still toying with you even when he’s supposedly being genuine.

you shake your head, blowing out a long breath of exasperation. but the curiosity takes over, and you have to admit you’re a little intrigued.

“what could you possibly have in mind?”

thirty minutes later you’re back inside the hockey arena, a pair of skates dangling in one hand as you follow chris down the walkway toward the player bench.

it’s quiet, since it’s the beginning of the week and nobody is allowed on the college team’s ice aside from players. he had even chatted up one of the employees, which just helped secure you your time to goof off alone.

you had no idea that this was where he was taking you, because he insisted on it being a surprise and made you keep your eyes closed for the entire drive, but the revelation ended up being far more pleasant than you expected.

you actually used to love going ice skating as a kid, probably because you adored watching hockey and figuring skating so much. it’s been a while, and you know you’ll look terrible next to chris, but you don’t really mind.

he leads the way and sits down, jamming his feet into his hockey skates. then he uses his newly freed hand to wave you over, which makes you realize that you’ve been standing around like an NPC.

“come on, don’t be shy. i’ll lace you up.”

it’s not really an offer, because the second you plop down beside him he’s on one knee, taking the skates out of your hands gently. he doesn’t even give you time to yell at him for the dumb nickname.

“i can do it myself, you know.” you protest as he slides one of your sneakers off, replacing it and guiding your foot into one of the skates.

“that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly now would it?” he looks up at you through his fluffy brown hair, a silly grin playing on his lips.

“oh, i wasn’t aware i was in the presence of a gentleman.” you tease, looking around like you’re searching for whoever he’s talking about.

chris just repeats his actions with your other foot, careful to move you softly as he slips the other skate on. “i wouldn’t talk shit before we get on the ice, you know.”

“please, i’ll skate circles around you.”

it’s an empty threat and he knows it, because he chuckles as he ties his own laces fluidly before using your knees to push himself off the ground.

“then how about you get out there and show me?” chris challenges, extending his hand to you.

“let’s do it.” you take it without thinking, and you hate that it was just a natural reaction.

you hate wanting to hold it, and the fact that you don’t feel disgusted.

chris pulls you up and waits until you’re fully steady before he starts tugging you along in excitement.

he lets go once he opens the small door to the ice, skating out to the middle and doing a little spin around the BU emblem just to show off. but it’s actually endearing to see him so in his element, so passionate about something.

“care to join?” he invites, and you suck in a breath before stepping out onto the ice.

you’re a little wobbly at first, awkwardly skating along and trying to make sure your knees don’t buckle before you even get to him. you’re also approaching with a bit too much momentum, and you fumble against his hard chest.

but chris just wraps his arms around you without comment, ensuring that you don’t fall flat on your ass.

he likes having you this close to him, even in a non-sexual way. sure, he’s insanely attracted to you, but he’s also found that he just likes your company, as sappy and scary as that is to him.

“oops.” you mumble into his sweatshirt, which has the familiar smell of his cologne on it, before you unravel yourself from his arms.

“you look like a baby deer trying to walk.” chris jokes with a wide smile, letting his fingers slip from your body so you can actually move around.

“shut up.” you sock his chest lightly with your fist.

he chuckles, holding a hand to the spot you hit as if you really hurt him. “hey, i’m just calling it like is it.”

“and i’m just warming up.” you argue, using one foot to propel yourself toward one end of the rink.

the more you skate around, the more confidence you gain in your ability, and the more comfortable you feel on your feet. chris follows you closely, moving with such rhythm that it almost looks like he’s floating.

“sure you are.” he drags out the ‘e’ for emphasis, doing a few little laps around you as you continue getting used to it.

“well you’re certainly not helping, you ass.” you grumble, staring down at your feet in focus.

and then you feel yourself trip up slightly, and your arms immediately fly out as you attempt to steady yourself. but you’re flailing, and chris can see the panic cross your face.

but before you tumble, he skates up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist so you can lean your weight back. his body stops you from toppling, and your heart slams hard and fast in your chest from the fright.

“careful, baby.” he says into your hair.

it sends little chills running up and down your spine, and you’re too nervous to tilt your head to look at him. you know how close his face would be if you did.

chris isn’t even sure himself why he said that, how he let the entirely new pet name slip, because he doesn’t use it with anyone. not with his brief past “girlfriends” or flings, not even with you. but now he is, and it rolled off of his tongue so easily that he feels sick.

“that’s a new one.” you practically pant, short of breath from both the near-fall and his words.

a volcano of butterflies is erupting in your stomach, and you know that’s not from the previous scare. it’s fully because of him.

fuck.

“wanna try a spin?” he deflects masterfully, and this spurs you out of your slight stupor enough to straighten up and glide away from him.

“fine, but you’re not allowed to make fun of me.”

“no promises.”

for the rest of the time spent at the rink, chris tries to keep his usual unserious demeanor going, but something has shifted, despite how minuscule the comment was. you’re both unknowingly still thinking about it on the car ride home, each wondering how the other feels.

even the goodbye is strange. he pulls you in for a quick side hug before darting back to his house, leaving you standing all alone in his driveway wondering what changed.

you sigh and turn to head back up your own front steps, slipping inside as quietly as possible even though you know cass and mona are busy in their rooms studying for upcoming exams.

it’s just you and your thoughts as you climb the stairs to your room, gnawing on your bottom lip.

you wouldn’t have been so freaked out by the pet name if he hadn’t frozen up himself, but his reaction makes you wonder if he ever meant to use it in the first place.

and even if he didn’t, why did it seem like such a big deal? its not like he hasn’t used stupid nicknames with you before.

questions fill your brain as you shuffle into your bathroom, throwing the shower on and stripping before stepping into the warm water. the pressure feels good on your shoulders, and you try and rub out some of the tension in them.

chris has just been surprise after surprise recently. you’re seeing a different side to him, one that’s seemingly emotionally invested in you, and you don’t want to let yourself believe it.

believing in someone means you can actually get hurt.

you try and relax into the steam as you rinse your hair out and shave, though it only helps a little bit. by the time you turn the faucet off and step out, you’re still just as confused.

you wrap yourself in your plush towel, tucking it so it stays as up you pad back into your room.

a song that’s been stuck in your head all day falls softly from your lips as you pick through your dresser, grabbing a pair of underwear and sliding them on, letting the towel fall the the floor.

your back is to the window as you continue scanning the drawers for one particular shirt, which is apparently elusive tonight. you’re still unsuccessful even after rummaging through every drawer, and you’re just bending down to check your hamper when your phone buzzes against the wooden cabinet.

it makes you flinch, one hand flying to your bare chest as the other reaches for the device.

chris

give me permission to come over.

now.

your eyes dart to the window as you lunge to grab your towel off of the floor. you could have sworn you closed the curtains before getting into the shower, but when you look up you’re staring right at chris.

his eyes are dark as he watches you run over to the glass, towel barely covering you as you yank them closed. your heart is hammering in your chest, and you can feel yourself breaking out into a nervous sweat.

y/n

you were NOT supposed to see that

chris

well i did

let me come over

i’m fucking serious.

y/n

my roommates are home

and that was an accident

you scramble around and throw on the first sweatshirt you can find. you don’t care what you have on anymore, as long as it’s something.

chris

then come here

y/n

no it’s already late

chris

you have no idea what you just fucking did to me

if you don’t come over i’m coming there

it’s your choice.

the string of curses that escapes your mouth are anything but kind. you have no idea what to do or how to get him off this rampage, and you despise the way your stomach is flipping from his texts.

y/n

chris.

chris

pick or i will

y/n

fucking hell

i’m coming over

you quickly pull on a pair of joggers and jam your feet into your slippers, wringing your hair out one more time. you know if you don’t hurry, chris will take it upon himself to come over here, and that’s the last thing you want right now.

your insides twist as you make your way down to the main level, out the front door and across the lawn. the inside of your cheek is irritated from the way you’re biting down on it every other second.

it’s ominously quiet tonight, and even though it’s the middle of winter, your body is on fire as if it’s a hundred degrees.

at this point, you’re not throwing caution to the wind anymore; you’re burying it in a grave.

your knuckles rap against his front door moments later. it only takes seconds for it to open, and chris tugs you inside instantly, slamming it closed behind you afterwards.

it’s not long before he has you backed against the foyer wall, his hands on either of your hips like he’s holding you there. his mouth captures yours roughly without warning, tongue gliding against your bottom lip.

there’s nothing slow or sweet about it; he’s desperate to feel every single inch of you.

chris had been mulling over his slip up in his room since you guys got home from the arena, nearly pulling his hair out just wondering what the hell his problem is.

and then he just happened to look over at your window, like he always does when he’s thinking about you, only to find you moving around in nothing but that tiny black thong.

seeing all of you exposed was like every wet dream he’s every had, and it nearly sent him over the edge right there. he needs you, in every single possible way, and there’s no use denying it anymore.

he’s practically devouring you, and you’re letting him because his lips are just so damn soft. you’re tired too, so tired of fighting your instincts, tired of fighting him.

he moves to your jawline, then to the base of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin lightly as he goes. it’s impossible to contain the light moan that escapes your mouth. chris wants to hear it over and over and over.

“nobody’s home tonight.” he mutters against your throat.

his voice is deep, muffled slightly against your body, and the vibrations combined with the feeling of the scruff of his beard makes you throb. he’s pressed against your thigh, also very clearly straining for more.

“upstairs?”

chris pulls away, a smirk playing on his lips. even in the dim lighting, you can see he’s extremely satisfied by your response.

his hand slips into yours for the second time today, pulling you toward his room impatiently. you know which door it is before he leads you through it, but its still the first time you’re seeing it from a view that’s not your window.

you recognize all of the posters, ranging from hockey stars to movies to rappers, his plush dark comforter, the gym equipment he has pushed in the corner. it’s weird, because you told yourself you’d never end up here.

before you can think more, chris pulls you to him by the waist once again, walking you backwards until your legs hit the bedframe. your knees buckle and a small gasp escapes as you fall back against the mattress.

he leans down to kiss you again swiftly, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and biting just hard enough. your fingers tangle in his soft hair so you can tug his roots.

he groans at the force, disconnecting from your lips slightly, and you see it as your opportunity.

“if we’re going to do this, we’re doing it my way.” you whisper against his mouth, trailing your hand down his body and wrapping it in his shirt so you can pull him into bed next to you.

before he can protest, you roll over to straddle him, thighs on either side of his hips. his eyes are wide in anticipation, clearly surprised by you taking charge.

“whatever you want, princess.” chris gives in, licking his lips as his hands grip the flesh of your legs like his life depends on.

“god, you’ve never sounded sexier.” you tease before you crash your mouth against his once more.

a few seconds later you switch your focus to his neck, deciding that you selfishly want to leave some hickies of your own. you suck on his skin, and a groan escapes his lips.

it spurs you on, so you rock your hips against his, grinding against his obvious hard on. his hands slide to grip your ass, giving one side a light slap as you shift against each other.

you grin against his lips, knowing that he’s becoming more and more desperate, trying to force you to move faster. but you still your hips, grinding at a tantalizingly slow pace.

chris moves one hand so his fingers can nimbly trace the bottom of your sweatshirt, pushing it up your body so he can tear it over your head. he releases a long breath as he stares at your full tits, happy that you didn’t end up finding a bra before coming over.

“fuck, i can’t do this anymore.”

he shifts, bucking his hips slightly so he can toss you off of him and crawl on top of you, trapping you between his arms.

“so impatient.” you joke, staring up at him with those gorgeous eyes he loves so much.

“been waiting way too long for you.” he breathes, hooking his thumbs underneath your pants.

you lift your hips up so he can tug them off your waist, sliding them down your legs and tossing them to his floor. his eyes wander across your body, finally able to completely take you in now that you’re right beneath him.

it makes you feel powerful, seeing the very obvious lust in his eyes as he stares at you.

“you’re fucking perfect, you know that?” chris asks, his fingers dancing across your neck so he can brush your damp hair aside.

the caress is gentle, and yet the weight of his words still makes you involuntarily clench your legs together. but he’s quick to push them back apart with his knee, forcing you to open up for him.

“don’t you dare hide now, i need to see all of you.”

he bows down between your legs so he can leave soft pecks along your collarbone, one hand groping your bare chest. you feel him creeping lower, mouth tracing down the valley of your breasts before pulling one of your nipples into his mouth.

you gasp in pleasure, and your hands tangle in his hair once more as your back arches off of the bed in need.

“oh my god, chris.” you whine, and he loves you gripping his curls.

he twitches against the inside of your thigh as his tongue flicks back and forth, so turned on by all the little noises you’re making. then he drags his wet lips over to your other hardened bud, ensuring he doesn’t neglect any part of you.

you squirm against his sheets, and the pressure of desire is quickly building in the pit of your stomach.

“feel good, baby?” he asks, confidently throwing the pet name out now.

chris doesn’t give a shit. as far as he’s concerned, you’re in his bed, and right now you’re his girl, so he’s going to call you whatever feels best in the moment. your head is so fuzzy with pleasure you don’t even pick up on it.

“so fucking good.” you encourage him desperately as he presses open-mouthed kisses along your stomach.

the further he goes, the more your gut twists itself into knots. it’s been a while since anyone has touched you like this, kissed you like this, and it’s got you needy as all hell.

finally, his mouth meets your hip bone, and another breathy moan passes your lips like a reflex.

he’s on his knees now, using both of his hands to pry your shaky legs apart, making sure he has full access to the place you need him most. his hot breath hits the wetness of your panties, and goosebumps rise on your skin.

“so desperate for me already, huh?” chris goads, applying two fingers to your clothed heat.

the pressure from his little circular motions makes you buck your hips, and he uses his free hand to try and still your movements. he’s spent far too many hours fantasizing about this moment to rush it. hes going to take his time with you.

“no, use your words, angel. tell me what you need or i’ll stop.”

it’s a demand, though he slides the black material to the side before you can even reply, just so there’s no longe a barrier between your heat and his touch. you’re dripping, and he swirls his fingers a bit harder, trying to get you to speak.

“more, chris, please.” you finally manage to beg, even though it drives you nuts being at his disposal.

“good girl, was that so hard?” chris hums, fully entranced by the pleasure that’s so apparent on your face.

one of his fingers teases your core for a few seconds before he fully slips it inside, pumping it in and out slowly. then he adds another and you’re practically writhing, unable to control your reactions any longer.

“shit.” you hiss, hands leaving his hair to grip his comforter, searching for any kind of relief.

chris curls his fingers every time he plunges them back inside of you, enjoying the way you tense every time. that being said, you’re both becoming more and more urgent, too desperate to continue the torment.

“need to feel you wrapped around me.” he grumbles, slowing his movements to a stop so he can yank his shirt over his head by the collar.

you’re pulsing from the loss of contact, already breathing heavy as you watch him slip out of his pants, taking his boxers with them. his dick springs free, and your mouth goes dry at the revelation.

he’s big, thick enough that you know you’re going to have to adjust. chris pumps himself in his hand a few times before running his shaft up and down your core, using your wetness as lube.

the feeling of his length sliding across your clit is almost unbearable, and by the way he’s panting you can tell he likes it just as much.

“no more teasing, i can’t.” you plead.

that’s enough to convince chris that he’s had his fun, so he fumbles with the drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a condom and tearing open the packet with his teeth.

he rolls the silicone over his dick before standing to line himself up at your entrance, taking a second to look down at you. your eyes are wide and your lips are puffy, and you’ve never looked more beautiful to him.

then he pushes himself inside, extra careful to take it slow at first. you both mumble curses under your breath, because the way he’s stretching you out is amazing and the feeling of your tight pussy gripping his sensitive cock is euphoric.

chris lets you adjust to his size for a minute before he begins to rock his hips back and forth, driving himself into you as he builds momentum. you clench around him with every stroke, and it’s driving him fucking insane.

“taking me so well, baby, so fucking well.” he praises gruffly.

you reach up, tugging his chain lightly to indicate that you want him closer. chris leans down so his body is flush against yours as he shifts in and out, your fingers raking his back.

he presses a hard kiss to your mouth, one hand squeezing around your throat lightly. he prays to god he’s scratched up by the end of this, because he needs a physical reminder that this is real, that he’s not dreaming.

“harder, chris.” you whimper against him, wrapping your legs around his waist so you can force him to plunge deeper inside of you.

the switch in angle also means he’s hitting a brand new spot, and you feel your stomach tighten at the sensation. your eyes screw shut as you let out a lewd moan, digging your nails into his shoulder.

chris is using all of his strength to slam into you now, growing closer and closer to his high. he won’t be able to hang on much longer, especially when you’re beneath him with your eyes rolled back into your head, lips parted like you’re begging for more.

“i love the way you look when i'm inside you, holy shit.” he’s practically breathless as he says it, his skin slapping against yours.

his name falls repeatedly from your lips like a prayer, because it’s the only word you can even think of at this point. your foreheads are pressed together, and he slides his hand down so he can brush his fingers against your clit.

it’s so much stimulation that tears begin to prick your eyes, something that’s never happened to you before. nobody’s ever made you feel this good.

“fuck!—m’so close, don’t stop.” you cry out, and your whole body is convulsing now.

you feel chris twitch inside of you, an indication that he’s on the exact same path. he moves his fingers against you faster, though his strokes grow sloppier and more desperate by the second.

“come on, princess. let it all go.”

and for once in your life you listen to him without any push back, releasing all over his dick as he simultaneously finishes into the condom.

chris slows his movements to a stop, overstimulated and fucked out as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. he presses a few wet kisses to your skin as you regain your breath, enjoying the last few seconds of closeness before he pulls out.

he flops down beside you, both of you lying on your backs and staring up at the ceiling, chests heaving as you calm down. everything has changed in just the last four hours, and neither of you are quite sure what to say.

so you don’t say anything at all. he just discards the rubber and wraps you up in his sheets with a loopy smile, pulling you so your back is against his chest.

you can feel him breathing, feel the heat radiating from his body, and you decide that logical thinking will have to wait until tomorrow. tonight, you’ll stay in his arms.

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leahsgirl · 3 months

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can you write something else based in the homemade love universe :)

sun kissed escapade | leah williamson x reader

in which you and leah go on holiday with your three-year-old.

might make leah with kids fanfics my whole personality because im down bad for them

“and what do you think you’re doing?” the blonde stood at the bottom of the stairs, her arms folded over her chest as she shook her head disapprovingly.

“leah i’m capable of carrying wren’s case.” you replied carrying your daughters peppa pig suitcase down.

“and have the possibility of you falling? no can do princess.” she grabbed the luggage off you despite the protesting and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of your lips. “are you going to let me help at all?”

“nope!” leah had without a doubt been very protective and helpful since finding out about your second pregnancy. but that also meant she didn’t let you do anything if she thought it involved the slightest bit of hard work.

“are we all set then?” you asked.

“yep, everything’s packed.” the defender scooped her daughter into her arms, making her squeal in delight. “we’re gonna have so much fun aren’t we baby?”

wren giggled and nodded enthusiastically, her tiny hands reaching out to play with leah’s hair.

after a few hours of travelling - a difficult task when trying to keep a toddler entertained, you made it to the beachfront hotel youse were staying at. Instantly revelling in the sun’s rays and the general smell of the heat abroad.

the three of you occupied yourselves with spending time at the pool, opting for just a chill first day. “bleedin’ hell they don’t make these easy do they?” leah sat on a sunbed catching her breath as she tried to blow up wren’s armbands.

“babe you’re letting all the air out.” pointing to the open cap that wasn’t covered. “oh for god’s sake.” despite the cursing and countless breaks the blonde managed to do it as you’d just finished lathering sun cream onto the little girl’s face.

“don’t go running off missus.” you tell wren before letting her waddle off to the kids pool. pulling your beach bag closer to you, you take out the book you’ve been reading and get yourself comfy on the sun lounger. “you not coming in?” leah motioning to the water as she throws off her sliders.

“i’m just gonna relax for a while, read my book.” not looking up as your eyes stayed fixed on the page in front of you. she pressed a kiss on your forehead “okay darlin’.”

not even ten minutes later and you find yourself being smothered by a dripping wet wren whose bombarded you in a hug. “oh my gosh! wrenny i’m soaked through now.”

the toddler shrugged apologetically “mama told me to do it.” your eyes darting over to the older girl who was at the edge of the pool laughing cheekily. “oh did she now?”

“oh come on it’s just a bit of a laugh, stop being boring and come join us.” leah chimed, wren joining in on the pleading.

you caved, making your way over to the steps and into the warm water. leah grabbed at your waist, dragging you closer to deep end. “see this is much better than your book.”

you rolled your eyes playfully “i’ll have you know it was getting to the good part before you decided to use our child for your scheming.”

the skipper just smirked “it worked no?” happy her plan to get you in the pool succeeded. “just this time williamson.”

she pressed you against the wall, staring directly into your orbs, a dopey grin on her face. “i love you.” the words falling effortlessly from her lips as you repeated them. her mouth attached to your neck, peppering delicate kisses up to the back of your ear, a place she knew you was sensitive. you were thankful the hotel was quiet and secluded, only a few other people around who were too wrapped up in their own worlds to notice the public display of affection.

—

“princess - wait up!” leah called out to a very excited wren who you chased after while the arsenal player was busy unloading stuff out the rental car.

the toddler made a beeline for the sand and sea, eager to splash about. “we can’t be running off like that sweetie.” you getting your breath back now caught up with the little one. “sorry mommy.”

leah now joining youse, she laid out beach towels for you all to lie down along with passing you a cold bottle of water; the two humans inside you making you thirsty like no man’s business.

you occupied yourself with building sandcastles with wren, soaking in the quality time of just the two of you - only a couple of months remaining until you’d be a family of five. the blonde watched on in admiration, sneaking a couple of cute photos that she’d be posting later on for her ‘holiday camera roll dump’.

a good hour had passed - and lord what an hour it had been. it turns out the day you decided to go to the beach was also the day they was offering surfing lessons, so of course leah had to participate, her competitive spirit just as prevalent 4,000 miles away here than it was back home. “be prepared to be blown away by your incredibly sexy, multi-talented fiancé.” the taller woman winked before running off to join the group.

you and wren watched on from a distance, the small blonde sat in between your legs with your arms wrapped loosely around her stomach. “what’s your mother got herself into now hm wrenny.”

the three year old just giggled, nuzzling herself closer to you.

now if there’s one word to describe your partner’s performance on the waves - it would be hilarious. the poor girl could not stay on the board to save her life despite the adamant determination. when she did eventually stand up on the thing she got too excited and fell straight back into the water, the taste of salt getting unbearable at this point.

she made her way back over to you, a small scowl on her face now that she received a bruise to the ego. “have fun?” you asked finding this very amusing. “stupid surfboard - it clearly had something wrong with it!”

you patted her back reassuringly “maybe just stick to football love.” managing to get a little smile out of her as you pecked her lips.

“you thought i was good didn’t you angel?” leah diverting her attention over to the toddler who avoided the question, nuzzling into you more. “well it looks like beach 1, leah williamson 0.”

the centre-back mocked offence “i’m gonna give you two 10 seconds to run before i get you.”

you matched wren’s childish squeals as you ran off hand in hand away from the blonde, it not taking it long for leah to catch up and swiftly lift her daughter into her arms tickling her all over. “oh no looks like you’ve been caught wrenny.” sticking your tongue out playfully.

“erh you’re not off the hook either.” using her freehand to rope you in closer and have your lips crash together for a bruising kiss. “don’t see how that was much of a punishment babe.” you say once breaking apart.

“just giving you a glimpse of tonight’s agenda.” smirking cockily and smacking your butt.

—

nearing the end of your relaxing getaway, the three of you chose to go on an evening walk into town to find a restaurant to eat at. your hand intertwined with leah’s as she pushed wren in her pram.

after reading countless outside menu’s, you finally agreed on a small italian, leah content at the fact there was the option of chicken nuggets. “such a child.” you teased while being escorted to your table.

before leah could counter back she was being tapped on her side, small hands pointing to a little playground area set up at the end of the restaurant “can we go play?”

leah exchanged a glance with you waiting for approval, your lips curling up in a tender smile. “sure thing sweetheart, go have some fun.”

wren wasted no time in scampering up the ladder of the slide before abruptly stopping once at the top, the five feet off the ground suddenly very daunting. "c'mon you've got it." leah encouraged noticing the uneasy facial expression on the girl's face. "can you do it with me?"

giving in, no one surviving the puppy eyes wren gave when we wanted something, leah sat at the top of the kid's apparatus and positioned wren on her lap. "here we go baby."

huge grins on the toddlers face as they slid down - until they hit a snag that is; leah's hips getting wedged either side of the slide's edges, leaving both girls in an awkward predicament.

"uh-oh." the blonde muttered, attempting to wriggle free to no avail. "i think we're stuck."

wren's eyebrows furrowing in concern as she glanced back in your direction where you sat down rubbing your bloated stomach, people watching. she manoeuvred out of leah's grip, descending down the remainder of the slide.

"mommy! mama's stuck!" she tugged at your shirt urging you to get up and follow her. "mama's what?" you asked but didn't need your daughter to reply as your eyes landed on a very grumpy looking leah.

"oh wow, what's happened here?" trying to contain your amusement but failing miserably when a laugh escaped your lips.

leah's frustration was only mounting as she struggled to free herself. "its not funny." she grumbled, shooting a glare your way. "a little help would be appreciated."

"right, sorry." you attempted to slot your hand between the slide and her thigh hoping it would loosen the grip but it was useless. "babe please hurry people are starting to stare." despite the woman's strength, it was like she was superglued in place as she tried to break free. "why does this stuff only happen to you?" racking your brain for another plan.

leah folded her arms "i don't know but I'm stopping being the fun parent that's for sure."

you rolled your eyes playfully. "i'm gonna have to ask for help." scanning around for someone to help you. "no! this is embarrassing enough." to say this was humiliating for the older woman was an understatement. "honey its the only way - i can't get you out and wren definitely can't."

huffing but ultimately having to accept, leah let you call over a waiter who noticed your struggle. and after what felt like an eternity and three staff members later, your fiancé was set free, slightly disheveled but unharmed. wren burst into a fit of giggles, finding the entire ordeal utterly amusing.

"don't you dare send that video to anyone." leah noticing how you discreetly (or so you thought) video taped her whole rescue mission. you kissed her cheek "never babe. come on lets go eat."

after a very delicious meal that the restaurant kindly offered to pay for due to the trauma leah just faced, the said girl whipped out her phone, it buzzing relentlessly for the past ten minutes.

"babe why do i have multiple texts asking about the slide incident? who did you send it to?"

innocently smiling at her you shrugged. "no one really - just your mum..and our england teammates..maybe a few arsenal girls."

leah gawped at you, stopping in her tracks "you wouldn't dare."

holding up your phone to show her the messages, her face drained in humiliation. "i do dare." the opportunity to showcase the side of leah people rarely see too good - how could you not?

"oh you are so dead."

#leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #woso #woso community #arsenal wfc #arsenal women #england lionesses #lionesses #request

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elliebarker · 1 month

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yessss cc fic plz there’s not nearly enough

fuɔk me. ( c. clark )

category: caitlin clark x girlfriend!reader (angst, fluff)

summary: after seeing you talking to another after one of her games, caitlin goes into an obsessive spiral of jealousy, unknowingly sending you down your own rabbit hole.

warnings: way sadder than i intended

word count: 1.2k

author’s note: i tried capital letters, y’all fw it?

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“I mean, it was electric, truly.”

Caitlin’s voice echoed into the microphone of a random media reporter who was interviewing her. She tried her best to stay focused on the questions whilst the camera clicked and pump-up music blared. Iowa had just won a home game and she knew you were in the crowd. She regained consciousness with the present and began answering the interview questions with basic textbook answers about ‘the Iowa culture’ and how great her shots felt, whilst scouring the stadium for you. You interlocked eyes and waved to her. She waved back and politely wrapped things up with the media girl (hehe) and headed your way.

In the minutes she had spent with her eyes off of you, an umich girl from the opposing team had walked up to you. She was, in Caitlin’s eyes, getting a little too friendly. Smirking, and smiling too wide. Caitlin backed away, choosing to head to her teammates instead and pose in photos with fans. See… people love me she thought. And we literally bet them and that fucking umich girl had the nerv-

“Caitlin!” you ran, hugging her from behind. “You do so good, omg!”

“Thanks, babe.” She slipped away from you, cold and isolated. Caitlin spent the night with the girls on her team, which wasn’t irregular for away games, but you were looking forward to getting to spend time with her when she was actually in town. You were slumped in your apartment, staring at yourself in the mirror, picking a pulling at your skin, hair, and hair. Meanwhile, Caitlin was glued to her phone in the corner of the room her teammates were in. Staring at that umich girl’s stats and Instagram. Caitlin knew she was a good player, she knew she was a good girlfriend, she knew you. She knew you wouldn’t do her wrong but she couldn’t stop thinking about it. About finding someone different. She knew she wasn’t there for you all the time, on account of her schedule with basketball that seemed never-ending. She felt like a bad girlfriend. You deserved the world, more than she could ever give you.

Sounds of shoes squeaking and balls dribbling filled her ears as Caitlin entered Iowa’s gym. After nights of stressing, overthinking, and flashes of your interaction with the umich girl appearing in her head, Caitlin was ready to clear her head with some practice. She stretched, dripped the ball a bit, and began shooting. First shot, miss. She went and grabbed the ball. Second shot, miss. Everyone has bad days. The third shot, she could barely focus, overwhelmed with this stinging feeling of inferiority as she missed that basket. “Fuɔk me,” she muttered under her breath. She suddenly turned around when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Kate was standing, now facing her. “Hey Caitlin, can we talk?”

“Yeah of course, what’s up?”

“I’ve noticed you’ve been kind of off…down, you okay?”

“Um yeah,” she tried to hold her guard up, “yeah, I’m fine.” She smiled, “Need to lock in.” Kate laughed, agreed, and went on with her practice.

Later that day you, being friendly with the Iowa team, reached out to Kate. You texted her,

You: hi kate!

i haven’t seen caitlin in a bit and just wanted to check in and make sure she’s doing okay

Kate: Hey! Thanks for reaching out, she has been acting a little weird.

I was going to ask you but I guess you don’t know what’s up either.

You: no, i don’t know

has she talked about me?

at all?

Kate: No, not really. Is everything okay?

You: (…)

You stared at your phone for a solid five minutes attempting to keep your emotions under control.

You: yep! everything's good

just been a hot minute since ive seen her

but thats prob just cause shes so busy lol

Kate: Fair. But if anything does you can always talk to me.’

You: awww thanks kate! that's so sweet.

Days passed and you finally got a day to spend with Caitlin. You had invited her over to your apartment. You had excitedly and worriedly done up your hair and makeup, cleaned and refreshed every inch of your apartment: fresh sheets and fresh flowers, and made sure to wear an outfit you knew she liked. You felt it in your bones that your behavior was suspicious and 100% fueled by insecurity but you told yourself that you were doing this to make Caitlin feel comfortable, let her relax from working so hard. Totally not convincing her to want to stay with you.

You and Caitlin were in your bed watching a tv-show and you could sense something was off. “Hey baby, can I get you anything?” you ask, trying to make yourself useful.

“Um, yeah sure,” she replied, “water works.” You scoot yourself off the bed and head to the kitchen. Caitlin watches as you walk away, thinking about how you’re perfect in every way. She pulls out her phone, and her most recent search on instagram, umich bitch, is controlling her thoughts again.

You come back with a glass of water for Caitlin and see she’s engulfed in her phone. Goddamnit you’ve bored her.

“I’m sorry,” you muster out. The stress of the possible end of your relationship that you conquered up in your head makes you almost fold into tears.

Caitlin sprung up, “Sorry, babe, sorry about what?” she went to hold you. You slithered yourself out of her arms,

“You’re probably sick of me, I need to stop holding onto you.”

“What?” Caitlin asked, “Okay, first of all, I would never be sick of you. You are the most gorgeous, fearless, kindest, perfect girl I’ve ever seen. I would be crazy to ever let you go. But I know you deserve, you need better than me.” your tears turned to happy ones as you exclaimed,

“Caitlin what? You are the best girlfriend in the whole wide world.” You grabbed her face in your hands as hers found their natural place around your hips.

“I love you,” she whispered before moving her face close to yours and kissing you passionately. Your arms wrapped themselves around her neck as you leaned into the kiss. You slightly pulled away, whispering back,

“I love you too.” Caitlin then pulled open her phone, to delete the umich player from her search history, but not without catching your nosy eye. “Wait. This was about her?”

“What?” Caitlin said, trying to sound clueless.

“I spoke to her for five seconds? Wait…you were jealous?” you inquired.

“No- I- who-” she stuttered, trying to deny it. “Also, I don’t get jealous.”

“You goofball,” you said, pulling her into a deeper kiss, to which Caitlin picked you up and plopped you back onto your bed, pulling you into her chest, and kissing your forehead.

“I don’t get jealous” she re-enstated.

“Mhmmmmm…” you replied, nodding your head, in a non-believeing tone. “Got it. Not jealous.”

“I’m being serious,” she said. You, too lazy to lift your head, nodded and closed your eyes falling into a deep sleep, to which Caitlin would follow you.

#caitlin clark x reader #caitlin clark #iowa wbb #iowa hawkeyes #wbb #ncaa wbb #wbb x reader #caitlin x reader #wbb fanfic #caitlin clark fic

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togrowoldinv · 8 months

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Jersey

Beefy!Nat x Female Reader

You meet Natasha after one of her football games. She gives you her jersey and so much more

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, a lot of beef, oral (N receiving), being crushed by Nat’s thighs, thigh riding

Note: Yay beefy Nat football player smut. Enjoy this one!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

You met Natasha by accident really. You’re a fan of football, so you jumped on the opportunity to watch the new team in your city play.

Although the team is mostly men, there’s a few other people who are on the team. Namely, Natasha Romanoff is the starting quarterback. And she’s one hell of a player.

You noticed in the first game that she has a perfect body and perfect red hair.

She’s led the team to victory multiple times this season. After the last game, you were cheering loudly and Natasha walked up to you in the front row.

“Hey,” Natasha said casually.

“Oh hi. Great game,” you told her.

“You’ll be here next week?” She asked. You nod. “See you then.”

And with that she disappeared back into the crowd of the team. You haven’t stopped thinking about her since then.

You get ready for the game. Your friend Kate goes with you and teases you relentlessly for cheering so loudly when Natasha makes plays.

“She’s the quarterback! Of course I’m going to cheer for her!” You defend yourself.

“Yeah, definitely not because you’re in love with her,” Kate replies.

“Stop,” you plead, feeling heat in your cheeks from lying.

The team sails to a victory. This time Natasha comes up to you at the stands and offers her hand. You take it and look at her confusedly.

“Come with me,” she says.

“Onto the field?”

“Yep. Come on,” she says, pulling you over the barricade. “Nice shirt.”

You look down at your team shirt and smile at her.

“Thank you.”

She takes you by surprise when she lifts her jersey over her head. Nat holds the jersey for you to put your arms and head through it, but too you’re distracted by her abs to realize what she’s doing.

“Seriously?” You ask her.

“It’ll look better on you anyways,” she says. “Forgive me for the sweat.”

She puts the jersey on you and smirks at the sight of you.

“Can I get a picture?” Kate asks. You forgot she was even here.

“Yes you can,” Natasha says.

She wraps her arm around you. The muscles flex against your body and your knees threaten to weaken. Kate takes the photo and sends it to you.

“I’m Natasha by the way,” Nat says as she steps back to face you again.

“Y/n,” you say.

“Y/n, would you like to see the facilities with me?” She asks. “If your friend is okay with you sneaking off, of course.”

“I’m more than okay with it,” Kate says. “I see a player of my own I’m going to talk up.”

With that, Natasha takes your hand and walks you towards the tunnel to the locker room. You’ve always wondered what it was like to go through these parts of the stadium.

Natasha tells you all about the different rooms around the base of the stadium. She shows you what areas she can.

“I’ll take you into the locker room, but I don’t know if everyone’s decent,” Natasha jokes as if her herself isn’t wearing little to no clothes since giving you her jersey.

“Oh, I don’t mind,” you say.

She opens the door and playfully covers your eyes. But there ends up being no one else in there.

“I guess the team got out quick today,” Nat reasons. “Here’s my locker.”

You see a photo of what looks like it could be Natasha’s family and her gear in the locker.

“This is amazing,” you say as you look around the room. Natasha just watches you with a smile.

“It’s got its perks,” she says. “The showers are probably my favorite area.”

“Oh yeah?” You ask.

“Mhm,” she says. “There’s a special area for the quarterback.”

“May I see it?”

Natasha looks you over before she decides on her answer. If you mean what you think she means, then she’s sure the ache between her legs will be satisfied.

“Follow me,” she says.

Natasha guides you through the locker room into another area. She closes the door behind her. To your right there’s a door that Natasha types a key code into.

“Right this way, ma’am,” she says.

You step into the room and take note of one shower head on the wall. On the other side of the room is a glass doored in area.

“What’s that?” You ask.

“A sauna,” Natasha says. “I only use it every now and then.”

You try to think of what to say next, but when you turn back to Natasha she is unbuttoning her pants.

“Sorry,” you mumble quickly, turning your head away from where she undresses.

“Oh, no I’m sorry, y/n,” Nat says. “I just thought maybe you wouldn’t mind me showering while we’re in here.”

“Oh,” you say. “I don’t know about just sitting here while you shower.”

“Would you like to use the sauna while I do it then?” She asks. “Or I can take you back to your friend.”

“No,” you say too fast. “I mean- yes the sauna is a good idea.”

Natasha smirks and turns the sauna on for you. She shows you where to put your clothes and where the towels are. Nat leaves you to it.

From the sauna, you can see the shower. She’s not as sneaky as she thinks she is. But Natasha knows that. She takes her clothes off and steps under the water.

You take your own off and wrap in a towel to sit in the sauna. Natasha’s ass catches your eye as she washes her body. You try to look away but you just can’t.

When Nat turns around, you’re sure your mouth hangs open. Through the fog of the sauna, you can see her perfectly toned abs, arms, and thighs. God, you want to be between those thighs.

Your thoughts run wild as she rubs the soap over her body. You swear Nat looks over to the sauna to see if are looking at her.

It seems like an eternity she takes to shower. Heat pools between your legs.

Natasha turns off the shower and wraps a towel around just her waist. Her chest remains on full display as she walks towards the sauna. You sit up straighter in anticipation.

“You okay in here?” She asks as she opens the door.

“I’m fine, yes,” you say, trying to keep your voice stable.

“Mind if I join you?” Nat asks.

You shake your head and she steps fully inside. Her wet red hair falls over her shoulders perfectly, but it’s not long enough to cover her breasts.

Natasha notices you staring at her chest. She sits right next to you. Her shoulder brushes against yours.

“You know you can make a move on me,” Natasha says. Her voice is deep, dripping with lust.

“I’m not really the type to make the first move,” you say. Your eyes flicker to her lips and back up to her eyes.

“Not even on your favorite player?” She asks. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I won’t tell anyone if you do it.”

“Can I kiss you?” You ask.

“You can do a lot more than that, y/n.”

You take her face in your hands softly and kiss her lips. Natasha lets you set the pace. It’s slow, sensual as you memorize the feeling of her lips on yours.

“Mmm,” she hums against your lips.

You could melt into a puddle at the sound. It encourages you to deepen the kiss. Natasha’s hands wander over your towel. She slips it down your chest and takes your breast in her hand. Her grip is strong and the feeling is intoxicating.

“Fuck,” she groans when you move your kisses to her neck. Your hot breath makes her grab your breasts harder.

“I want to taste you,” you say.

“Now we’re talking,” she says. You don’t see her face but you know she’s smirking.

You kiss down her chest and move to kneel in front of her. Your towel falls to the ground and makes the perfect place for your knees.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Natasha says, seeing all of you now.

“You’re so perfect,” you reply.

You move your hands over her abs, tracing every line. Natasha’s legs open wide when your hands grip her thighs.

You suck on her pussy and her thighs begin to squeeze around your head. You don’t care. You keep going and going and going.

“Fuck, y/n, fuck I’m close!” Natasha yells out. She bites her lip and groans when you lick her faster.

Within no time, Natasha comes hard against your mouth. She opens her legs again and you emerge from her thighs.

Nat grabs you by the shoulders and pulls you up onto her lap. She takes your lips in a searing kiss.

“So good,” she says. “You did so fucking good.”

The words cause the ache between your legs to become unbearable. You grind against her as you keep kissing.

Natasha’s hands come to your hips. She bites your lip and you groan. It hurts but only a little bit.

“If you’re going to do that, at least let me help,” she says firmly.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Nat says.

She moves your hips with ease. Her muscles do more than help her throw a football. Your pussy rubs against her upper thigh.

“Natasha,” you moan softly as she picks up the pace of your hips. You don’t even have to move. She has control.

“I want you to come, y/n. I want you to come all over my thigh,” she says. “Do it for me, sweetheart.”

Your hips stutter as you come against her. Natasha keeps moving your hips until you’re begging her to stop.

You fall against her and her arms hold you close. Natasha kisses your temple and lets you take your time to relax again.

“Are you good?” She asks.

“So good,” you say a bit dreamily. Natasha chuckles.

You sit back up and smile at Nat. You push a piece of her hair behind her ear. She blushes.

“Did you enjoy your tour?” Natasha jokes.

“I did,” you say. “In fact, I enjoyed it so much I think I want to come back next week.”

“I’ll have tickets for you,” she says.

“And another jersey?”

“Sure,” Natasha agrees. “I can get you one with your name on it.”

“I’d rather have yours,” you say.

Natasha smiles so brightly before she kisses you again. You two eventually get dressed and go out that night.

You never miss one of Natasha’s games after that day and soon she asks you to be her wife.

And that name on the back of her jersey ends up becoming yours too.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff comfort #natasha romanoff smut #beefy!nat

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mj0702 · 3 months

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The other Bronze – pt.7.2

For all that patiently waiting readers (including @samkerrworshipper and @valewosomtb)

“Are you good to stand on your own for a second little Bronze? I need to see what the shower temperature is – I don't want to freeze you or cook you.. Alexia wouldn't let me hear the end of it” Jenni asked you gently letting go of your waist slowly

“Yep... me good...” you slurred but took the opportunity to swayed away from her just to have Jenni grab your waist tighter again

“I can see that... come on little Bronze – we'll just bite the bullet and hope the temperature is okay” the dark haired spaniard sighed pushing you forward under the shower

“No no no no no...” you squeaked as the football player effortlessly pushed you forward

“Sí... don't worry little One... I've got you” she said soothingly as she held you upright

“Ugh... I don't like it...” you pouted

“You didn't like the sand either...” Jenni chuckled as she got you out of the shower again “See... that wasn't so bad now, was it... all clean and sand free”

“Sexy spaniard?” you asked a little shivering since the water was a tad too cold

“I'm not sure if I should support this or if I should yell at you” the dark haired woman mumbled just loud enough for you to hear

“Why would you yell at me?” you asked confused

“It's okay....what do you need little One?” Jenni sighed seeing there was no use in argue with you

“Do you have a phone?” you slurred grinning widely

“I... do have a phone” Jenni answered carefully not knowing where this conversation is heading

“I have a phone too” you smiled proudly “It's blue... I like blue”

“That's... nice” the dark haired woman nodded slowly “maldición... I have to speak to Ona about these meds... this can't be healthy”

“Sexy spaniard...” you whispered like you had something important to say

“Yes little One?” Jenni answered just as secretive deciding playing along would be the easiest way to handle you – just like Alexia told her

“My phone has it's own number” you whispered slurring a little bit

“Really?? That's... cool... “ the spaniard said bewildered not knowing how to react accordingly

“Bet yours doesn't have a number” you huffed internally congratulating yourself for pulling THAT off

“I'm sorry to disappoint you little One... but my phone does have a number” Jenni smiled reluctant

“Noooooo” you whined “Your phone can't have a number”

“Oh really.... and why's that now?” the black haired woman smiled now amused

“Because my phone has a number” you pouted

“Every phone has a number little One” Jenni chuckled

“Prove it” you crossed your arms in front of your chest trying to look “intimidating” while internally grinning thinking “Gotcha”

“I don't have my phone on me little One... it's with Alexia at the moment” Jenni answered carefully trying not to upset you

“Why?” you looked at her confused groaning on the inside

“It would have gotten wet if I had it on me” the dark haired explained

“That would have made two of us” you mumbled

“Disculpe?” Jenni asked shocked

“Huh?” you asked back confused

“What did you just said?” Jenni asked and you decided to shift a gear down

“I want two” you said slowly like you were speaking to child

“Two what?” the dark haired looked so SO confused

“Scoops... the colorbook spaniard owes me ice cream – she made me drop mine” you slurred again changing the topic once again

“Okay... yes... okay... how did Alexia managed to get through yesterday I do wonder” Jenni sighed deeply massaging her temples

“Who's Alexia? Is she your girlfriend?” you slurred grinning wriggling your eyebrows

“Definitely not my girlfriend... she's a good friend... you call her pretty spaniard” Jenni snorted as you asked if Alexia was her girlfriend

“Uh.... you know the pretty spaniard?” you asked happily

“I do... and we probably should get back to her...” Jenni smiled

“Yeah... you don't want to make her angry... do you know she makes the colorbook run laps? Like... a lot of laps...” you started to talk while Jenni pulled you into her side once again starting to get you back to Alexia and Keira

As you passed your sister your eyes met and you simply winked at her which caused Lucy to choke (again) and coughing hard

“Lucy!!” you yelled happily as you pushed away from Jenni stumbling towards your sister pushing Ona out of the way to fall around your sisters neck hugging her tightly

“Your Cupra is mine” you whispered in her ear grinning as she pretended to catch you

“No way you got that number” Lucy gritted through her teeth putting on a smile for everyone around

“I am just that good” you grinned against her neck as you keep hugging her

“Fuck” your sister sighed under her breath “please don't destroy my car”

“Luuuucccyyyy” you whined as you could feel some pair of eyes on you

“Whaaaaaat” your sister mocked you

“You're not nice...” you whined before turning around “friendly spaniard... you tell her”

Ona looked like a deer caught in the headlight not knowing what to say or do

“Okay little One... come here... Alexia is waiting and if I come back without you I have to run laps” Jenni interrupted your interaction with your sister

“Go on Bubs... go with Jenni...” Lucy slightly pushed you which caused you to stumble (this time for real) and falling into Jennis arms

“Careful there little One” the dark haired woman chuckled as she easily catches you

“She pushed me” you whined

“I saw... I'll make sure she gets punished for it, okay... but now lets go and let your sister enjoy her day off” Jenni said understanding as she pulled you along

“Behave devils spawn” Lucy yelled after you and you just flipped her off

“I was about to come looking myself where you were” Alexia said as soon as the two of you were in earshot

“Yeah sorry... she gets distracted easily” Jenni chuckled as you poked a seashell with your toe

“Don't I know it... I spent the better half of my rehab session yesterday telling her not to touch anything” Alexia huffed but smiled noneless at your innocence

“Yeah... I just had a conversation about phone numbers... and how she wants two scoops of ice cream” the dark haired shrugged her shoulders before addressing you “you want to sit down little One?”

“Phone numbers?” the blonde one asked confused “told you you won't make it long without giving her a nickname... she's just too precious in her own way”

At the words “phone numbers” your head snapped up and you grinned loopy at Alexia

“Did you know every phone has a number, pretty spaniard... the sexy one said so... but I think she just said that to shut me up... she didn't prove it” you slurred

“Ah...” was all Alexia said as she was thrown off completely while looking at Jenni with a “What the fuck”-look on her face

“See” Jenni grinned widely “that's what I'm talking about” as she grabbed her phone showing you her number “See little One... every phone has a number”

“Bet that's not your phones number... that's probably just some random numbers” you mused concentrated already saved the phone number in your head – perks of having a good memory

“How should I prove to you that this IS my phones number?” the black haired woman asked even more confused

“Just call her... or let her call herself from your phone” Alexia said nonchalantly

“Do you know your phones number little One?” Jenni asked really wanting to end this topic but also knowing that you wouldn't let it go until she “proved” to you that this was in fact her number

“No” you pouted sadly (of course you knew – but you were “high”) “But Kei knows... Kei knows EVERYTHING”

“Keira!” Alexia yelled over to your fellow Englishwoman

“Que?” the blonde yelled back not even bothering sitting up having watched the whole interaction

“You know the number of the Cariño over here?” the spaniard asked Keira

“Of course... she has the same number since she was 12 and Lucy bought her her first mobile phone +44-8395-533-104... why?” Keira answered rattling down your number

“Slower please....” Jenni said as she punched the numbers into her phone

Keira repeated your number slower as you plopped down into the sand next to Alexia leaning your head on her shoulder

“What's going on, Cariño” the blonde asked softly as she took your bad wrist in her hands massaging it carefully

“Thank you for being so pretty” you sighed out pretending to fall asleep on her shoulder

Alexia chuckled lowly but shrugged the shoulder your head occupied “waking you up”

“Non of that... you of all people shouldn't fall asleep in the sun – you want to go over to Keira?” she asked you softly as you nodded and grunted in agreement

“Keira... pick your child up” Alexia yelled again but smiled over to the Englishwoman

“MY child?? If she was mine she wouldn't be here right now, she would be home asleep... she's high as fuck, she isn't used to the barcalonean sun AND the responsible adult is drinking sangria at the beach bar feeling up her girlfriend” Keira answered as she pushed herself up on her elbows raising an eyebrow

Her comment made you eyes pop open as your head flew in the direction of your sister seeing that Keira was right and Lucy indeed was feeling up Ona even tho it was very subtle. You immediately started to heave and Alexia really thought you needed to vomit jumping into action trying to get you some shade by throwing a towel over your head which caused Keira to burst out laughing as she made her way over to you

“Come on Bitsy... some shade will do you some good” she gently said as she pulled you up

“She scarred me again... and the whole public” you whine from underneath your (Alexias) towel

“I know...” the blond Englishwoman said sympathically “... and your phone rang”

You smirked victorious under your towel but threw a “Georgia?” in to keep the charade up

“No... a spanish number” Keira said softly

“I don't know anyone in Spain” you said confuses as you felt Keira sitting you down in the shade of her beach umbrella

“Did you really pulled all that off for Jenni Hermosos number?” Keira whispered and pushed a water bottle into your hand

“Hell yeah” you grinned back the towel now around your neck

“Why for good heavens” the blonde asked outraged

“Lucy said if I can get her number in my current not state she'll let me drive her Cupra in the Camp Nope parking lot” you put your head on your knees but Keira could hear your smirk

“She doesn't know what Millie, Rachel and Jill got you for your birthday, does she?” now Keira was smirking as well knowing fully well what the three Lionesses got you since she was asked if she wants to chip in

“Hell to the no” you smirked you head laying on your knees pretending to keep deep calming breaths

“She's in for a lovely surprise then... but in all seriousness now Bitsy... are you feeling okay?” Keira smiled but you could tell she cares

“Yeah...” you lifted your head slightly to shoot her a small smile

“No dizziness or lightheaded?” the blonde checked again

“No... but the water was nice... thank you” you answered honestly

“No problem Bitsy... for how long do you plan on keeping this going?” Keira asked as she got comfortable on her towel again

“At least till Mapí bought me my ice cream” you grinned

“Then lay down... Alexia is still watching you... you really wormed your way into her heart” Keira closed her eyes relaxing

“But laying down is boring” you huffed

“Laying down is relaxing... which I try to do – relax... so relax too” the blonde told you and you knew it wasn't an offer

You shuffled forward to the edge of your towel thinking about how you could get away from Keira to investigate what Mapí and her friends were doing as you heard a throat clearing behind you. You huffed annoyed but shuffled back until you were at the same height as Keiras shoulders as she smiled slightly

“Thank you” she said sweetly her eyes still closed

“Sometimes it's really annoying you know... I don't even know how you do it – your eyes are closed” you grumbled

“Call it motherly instinct” the Englishwoman grinned not even bothering to open her eyes and yet she knew exactly that you pulled a face “... or call it Bronze proved”

“You suck” you huffed again

“Whatever makes you feel better Bitsy... and now be good and let me relax – please” the blonde smirked before sighing out deeply

After about five minutes you noticed Keiras breathing evening out and you tried to carefully bolt again only to be hold back by a warned “Bitsy” and you swore under your breath. Your mood increase significantly as you saw Mapí making her way over, Patri and Pina hot on her heels. She stopped right in front of Keira and you her hands folded behind her back a ashamed look on her face as she cleared her throat repeatedly. With an annoyed sigh Keira opened one eye looking expectantly at Mapí

“Qué??” she asked irritated

“Can Baby Bronze come and play with us? Ingrid said she'll watch that nothing happens” Mapí looked like a 10 year old who’s scared of her best friends mom which made you chuckle knowing first hand that Keira can in fact get very scary

“No” was the short answers before the blonde closed her eyes again

“Keira por favor” Mapí started to beg “We promise we look after her”

“That's nice... and who's looking after you?” Keira asked slowly giving up on her plan of an afternoon with just relaxing sleep

“Ingrid” the blonde spaniard answered quickly as Keira raised an eyebrow looking at the Norwegian

“Pleeeaaaase Kei” you begged lulling the plead “so boring here”

“María León... if you bring her back with just a hair out of place I WILL have your ass” Keira pointed threatening at Mapí nodding her head towards you as a sign for you that you can go

You quickly scrambled away holding on to Mapí for leverage as she grabbed you securely around your waist “dragging” you away

“I love you colorbook spaniard” you slurred happily “Thank you for saving me from the boring death”

“Ningún problema niñita” Mapí whispered grinning

“Ninja what?” you slurred looking at her confused

“No problem” the blonde repeated in english as she dragged you past her girlfriend who slept soundly in the beautiful afternoon sun in Barcelona

“You said she'll look after us” you stumbled next to Maps who just shushed you while Pina and Patri chuckled quietly

“The mean Englishwoman would have never let you go if she'd known Ingrid was sleeping” Mapí grinned

“I like you colorbook spaniard” you grinned “You're cool”

“Told you I'm her favorite” the blonde grinned to her young teammates

“We want a spaniard name too” Patri said in her broken english making you stop dead in your tracks

“And you are who?” you asked confused looking at Mapí for explanation

“This is Patri...” the blonde pulled the bigger one closer and continued “.. and this is Pina”

“You look scaring” you mumbled pushing yourself more into Mapí looking at Patri

“I'm very nice, I promise” Patri said quickly smiling at you and Pina nodded behind her

“Which one were you?” you asked again smiling internally at their falling faces

“Patri... Patricia Guijarro... Patri” the taller one said her look at you with hopes in her eyes as you started to giggle

“Bond... James Bond... Bond” you giggled at your own joke

“Come on Baby Bronze... I wanted to show you something” Mapí interrupted your giggling as she pulled you along past your slightly tipsy sister (she really was just slightly tipsy since she had training the next day) who didn't said anything thinking if Keira let you go it would be okay for you to hang out with the “Trio of Trouble” as the older Barca player named them.

“Have you ever rode a jet ski niñita?” Mapí smirked mischievously

“Uh jet ski” Pina clapped her hands happily

“Jet what?” you asked confused even if you knew fully well what jet skies are

“It's like a motorcycle – just for the water....” Pina explained smiling excitedly

“Water?” you smiled happy

“Yeah... driving motorbike on water... it's so much fun” Patri said her grin widen

“I want that” you couldn't stop grinning swaying as Mapí shortly let go of your waist

“Do we really think that's a good idea? If she dies we're dead” Pina now asked a little concerned as she saw your swaying form

“Why would she die? You can swim, right?” the blonde spaniard asked you

“I can... Jordan Nobbs can't... 31% of english people can't swim... that's why we live on an Isle – so we don't flee and succeed in world domination” you slurred smirking

“Oooookay...” Patri said only understanding half of what you said “... maybe she shouldn't ride on her own...”

“Meeh... she'll be fine” Mapí waved off as she strapped a life jacket around you “See... I make sure she's save”

You quickly got a run down of how everything works by the guy who's renting out the jet skies and after taking some pictures with the three Barca girls he send you happily on your way. You climbed on your own jet ski needing a minute to get used to the feeling of the heavy vehicle under you but a encouraging smile from Mapí and with Patri and Pina flanking you you carefully started the engine and slowly drove out of the small bay into the open sea. You quickly found acceleration and off you went once you were steady enough with the balance. Mapí, Pina and Patri laughed loudly as they followed you cheering you on while you got more and more fun out of it cutting turns and even starting a game of tag with the three other women. Unknowns to the four of you half the beach was in distress as Keira decided to go over to Ingrid after she couldn't locate you and the other three women just to find Ingrid fast asleep. It was a no brainer that Keira cursed first at Mapí then at herself for not double checking with the Norwegian. So of course hearing Keira of all people swear loudly peaked the interest of several older players such as Alexia, Jenni, Ingrid, Marta, Ona and last but not least Lucy.

“What happened?” Lucy asked her fellow english teammate as she saw Keira in pure distress

“They are gone” the blonde answered through gritted teeth

“Who?” your sister asked again confused

“y/n and the trio of trouble... Mapí came over asked if y/n could come play with them and that Ingrid would have an eye on them... now they're gone” Keira explained quickly looking around the beach

“I'm sorry... I really had no idea” Ingrid apologized over and over again

“No one is blaming you, Ings... It's my own fault” Keira reassured the Norwegian smiling slightly “I should have double checked”

“I'm going to let them run laps until they can't walk for a week” Alexia seethed as Jenni chuckled beside her

“What's so funny, Hermoso??” the blonde snapped at Jenni

“Nothing Capi... just the fact that you actually need to find them first” the black haired spaniard grinned having spotted you a little over two miles out in the open sea

“I'm pretty sure I have the dino-harness laying around somewhere” your sister mumbled trying to find just a small trace of you

Jenni loudly cleared her throat getting everyones attention

“What??” Alexia growled at the black haired one

“This sexy spaniard found your missing children” Jenni grinned pointing at herself proudly

“Oh really” her blonde companion said sarcastically “Please do enlighten us”

Jenni just pointed out to the sea where you just jumped over a small wave that was created by Pinas jet ski

“I... I... I... I can't believe what I'm seeing” Alexia stuttered out as she watched in horror (like everyone else except for Jenni who can't contain her grin) as you cut a corner dangerously close to Patri

Ingrid was the first who recovered from the initial shock springing into action by whistling loudly knowing Mapí would hear it loud and clear. Just as she thought she saw the head of her girlfriend snap into the direction of the beach and even with the distance she could see how Mapís face turned white like a wall.

“We're in trouble” Mapí said out on the open sea as you and the other two spaniards stopped next to her “they discovered sooner than I thought that we were gone...”

“We... could just stay here?” Patri shrugged her shoulders “... there’s enough to eat” she said looking down into the deep water

You couldn't contain your loud laughter which carried all the way to the beach where it got reconized by Lucy and Keira immediately

“I swear Ingrid if my sister gets eaten by a shark I'll break your girlfriends legs” Lucy threatened the poor Norwegian

“You'd have to get in line for that” the normally so contained Scandinavian grumbled back “I can tell you who will sleep on the couch for the foreseeable future”

“Lucy... do you hear that?” Keira suddenly said shutting her ex up successfully

“What?” your sister asked confused

“She's laughing... Bitsy is laughing... a REAL laugh...” the blonde said looking back out to find you having your head thrown back laughing wholeheartly “I haven't heard that for a long time”

“You're right... I think the last time I heard a laugh like that was when she was... 11? 12?” Lucy said stunned

“As much as it pains me to say... but Alexia” Keira turned towards her captain and friend

“Sí?” the Catalonian woman asked raising an eyebrow

“No punishment for the trio of trouble... you can't punish them for making her laugh like this... please” the blonde Englishwoman pleaded with her captain

“I can't let them get away with something like this” Alexia got a little fed up

“Just this once... Please capi” now your sister spoke up as well “I swear they did more for y/n than Keira, me or anyone in the last five years... I haven't heard her laugh like this since...” your sister stopped herself from spilling details of your injuries knowing your very insecure about them

“Since her injury?” Alexia checked if she understood it right

“Yeah... how did you know?” Lucy asked after nodding

“Please... I'm just coming back from an ACL... I recognize an ACL scar if I see one” the blonde rolled her eyes “But... left AND right?”

“Once left, twice right.... she hasn't be the same since... she pretends but she's not the same...” Keira answered instead of Lucy who keeps an eye on you

“Care to explain” Jenni now speaks up getting interested

“Not a lot to explain... she won't talk to anyone about it... we tried to get her to talk to us.. or to a therapist since we thought it might be easier for her to speak to a stranger but no... she just wouldn't open up... she just pretends to be happy and everything is fine but if you knew her from when she was younger she's a completely different person” Keira said her voice a slight sad undertone

“Should we try? We're not strangers but also not close enough for her to consider us family” Jenni offered

“No... it won't be no use... Luce and I accepted a long time ago that if she wants to talk she'll find the right person and just starts talking... maybe that's one of us maybe that's someone completely random... as long as she talks to someone” the blonde Englishwoman said shooting Jenni a thankful smile for her offer

“Okay... but here's the question... how will we get them back here... on safe land?” Ona asked a little concerned for your safety

“Oh let me help you with that” Ingrid smirked whistling again even louder knowing her girlfriend will get the warning

“That was Ingrids last warning whistle” Mapí shivered on her jet ski knowing if they won't go back to the beach now they would all be one head shorter once her girlfriend will get a hand on them

“Your girlfriend has a last warning whistle?” you raised a brow at the blonde spaniard

“Yeah... when she whistles like that... it means last warning or serious trouble” the blonde said

“Why does she have something like this?” you ask getting even more confused

“I may or may not cause trouble sometimes...” she grinned at you sheepishly

“... so... we go back?” you asked looking at your three new friends

“Yeah we better... when Ingrid is mad it's nearly as bad as when Alexia is mad” Pina said in a small voice

“Then let's do it with style since they won't let us get away together ever again” you shrugged your shoulders smiling

The other three grinned back at you before following you back to the beach as you pushed the jet ski to it's limits

You let your jet ski skillfully slide onto the sand back on the beach looking around confused as the other three followed your lead

“What's wrong, niñita?” Mapí asked happily as she got of her vehicle

“I just wondered... I expected a angry mop with pitchforks and torches” you raised an eyebrow looking around to find your sister and her girlfriend still at the booth sipping on her Sangria “Maybe I'm just paranoid” you shrugged your shoulders

The four of went inside the little shop that rented out the jet skis giving back your life jackets and the three players were nice enough to take some pictures with the staff which you happily took since you didn't want to appear on any of them anyway. All of you said your goodbyes and stepped back out in the sunshine. A little nagging feeling in the back of your head didn't let you get any peace. You realized a split second too late that you stepped right into Keiras trap which caused you to stop walking as Mapí, Patri and Pina walked straight into to

“TRAP” you screeched trying to push back against Mapí but it was too late.

You felt your ear getting gripped in a dead grip as you get pulled down a little bit and immediately you knew it was Keira. In the corner of your eye you could see Ingrid gripping Mapís neck tightly while Alexia had Pina and Patris ears in her grip.

“This time you definitely went overboard Bitsy” the Englishwoman growled at you and you knew you were in some serious trouble.

The other three of your companions already got yelled at in spanish by their captain still all held in place but Alexia handed Pina and Patri off to Marta.

“Damn... she seems arrogated” you looked at Alexia shocked as you could spot a vein popping on her neck

“With me” Keira just said as she pulled on your ear

“Ow ow ow ow ow...” you whined stumbling after the blonde

“Sit” the blonde said strictly as she pulled you past Lucy and Ona pointing to her towel

You knew better than to piss her off even more so you plopped down on the towel seeing your sister already approaching

“Did you hit your head?” Keira asked surprisingly very calmly

“Ehrm... no?” you shook your head confused

“Did you drink?” the blonde ignored your confused face

“No?” you answered carefully

“Do you do drugs?” the Englishwoman kept on asking question after question

“Again... no... nothing other than the painkillers Ona pulled off for me” you said not knowing what answer Keira was after

“Did you smoke weed?” Keira asked again too calm for your liking

“Tried it once... not for me” you answered truthfully

“THEN WHAT IN BLOODY HELL POSSESSED YOU TO GET ON A JET SKI?????” Keira exploded in your face

“Ah... there it is” you deadpanned before looking at her “I didn't knew... Mapí pulled me along, threw me in a life jacket and sat me on the machine of funnies”

“You are capable of saying no aren't you... you have a fucked up wrist, you are on painkillers that would probably send an elephant tumble over and you think it's a GRAND idea to jump on a jet ski doing hopps and flopps in the open sea... you aren't the best swimmer y/n..” Keira went full on mom rant on your ass – for her to call you your name... that was bad.

“That's what the life jacket is for” you defended yourself “so I wouldn't drown”

“DON'T you dare go all smartass on me... you are grounded” Keira put her foot down “And before you start to whine and throw a tantrum I'll let you have the afternoon here at the beach but after that your ass comes home with me and you'll stay in my eyesight all the damn time”

“That's not fair... Mapí is still allowed to play next game and tweedledee and tweedledumb are also not grounded... and... tweedledee I think even suggested we stay out there... but I said we should go back” you rambled trying to reason with the Englishwoman

“Look at me” Keira said softly waiting until you met her eye before continuing “Do I look like I care?”

You groaned defeated as you turned to your sister “Luuuuccyyyy” you whined

“Oh no... I learned pretty early NOT to get involved when Keira is pissed” she held up her hands in surrender

“You know Bitsy.. I can always send you home with Lucy” Keira smirked evilly

“No... no... I'm happy to be grounded at your place” you smiled fake your eyes wide in shock remembering what Keira told you early

“Mhm... thought so... now you go over to Alexia and apologize for causing trouble” the Englishwoman nodded

“But I for once didn't do anything” you whined

“You caused that woman nearly a heart attack” Keira shot back “Off you scramble...”

“But...” you started just to get interrupted by Kei

“Off” she said with insistence

You grumbled under your breath but pushed yourself off the ground walking over to Alexia who was on the phone. You waited patiently not wanting to interrupt the call until the blonde spaniard raised an eyebrow at you

“Sí?” she looked at you expectantly

“I came to apologize” you mumbled suddenly feeling shy

“Un momento” Alexia said holding up a finger telling you to wait before returning to her call

You started to kick the sand a little after about three minutes getting bored. After two more minutes you sighed loudly but got ignored by the Barca Captain. One more minute and you started to whine. With a huff Alexia turned to you

“Didn't I tell you to wait?” she asked sternly

“Waiting is boring” you whined

“You are 16 not 3” the blonde said severe “You wait”

You whined loudly and desperately now REALLY felling like a small kid.

“Why did that sound like a Bronze whine?” it suddenly spoke out of Alexias phone

“It was a Bronze...” the blonde spaniard looked confused at her phone “How did YOU hear that?”

There was a loud laugh from the phone and Alexia angled the phone so you could make out a friendly looking face with dark brown hair and a kind smile

“There... the small Bronze” Alexia said apparently showing her friend how she makes you wait till they're done with whatever they're discussing

“Hola BB” the other woman smiled

“Leila” you shrieked happily basically falling on top of Alexia trying to get to her phone.

You now laid half on top of the Barca captain smiling happily into the phone where you could see one of your closest friends – actually she was more of another sister to you – Leila Ouahabi.

“You causing havoc in Barcelona BB?” she asked laughing as she saw how Alexia tried to firstly push you off her and secondly getting her phone back

“Yes ma'am” you grinned proudly

“Good girl” Leila praised you her smirk radiant

“Leila!” Alexia scolded “Don't encourage her... she's worse enough without your praising her”

“Oh Capi... you've seen nothing yet...” the brown haired woman laughed amused

“I've seen enough” the blonde grumbled “Can I please have MY phone back?”

“I swear Lei... there wasn't even blood” you said honestly ignoring Alexia

“Good girl” Leila praised you again looking impressed

“Blood??” Alexia asked shocked and bewildered at the same time

“Mostly it's not mine” you hold your hands up in surrender

“Ay dios mio” the blonde sighed

“Who is this mio... you mention him a lot today?” you asked confused and Leila barked out a laugh

“It means “my God” BB... like... we would say “Jesus fuck”...” the brown haired spaniard explained laughing

“Ah... makes sense... somehow... I thought it was her brother or something” you shrugged your shoulders

“How do you two know each other anyway?” Alexia asked now realizing that she never introduced you

“She plays for City” you said in a “Duh” voice

“She's a Bronze” Leila said in the same voice

“Manchester is my Home base... of course I know all the players of both clubs... my sister played there... her girlfriend – past and present – played for Manchester, MY girlfriend played for city... Hempo, ChloChlo, Steph, Ellie and Lexi play for City... of course I know Leila... how do YOU know her” you looked at her incredulously

“She's spanish... I'm spanish... we both play football... take a guess how I know her” Alexia rolled her eyes

“One night stand?” you smiled innocently which caused Leila to burst out laughing again

“Alexia wishes” she pressed out laughing as she stroke away the tears that formed in her eyes from laughing

“¿disculpe?” the blonde exclaimed loudly

“Dislocate yourself” you huffed

“God BB... you really are something” Leila couldn't stop laughing even more so when you started to comment on the spanish language knowing you like to do that when you didn't know said language

“Okay that's enough... what did you want earlier?” Alexia interrupted your interaction with her teammate

“Oh yeah... sorry for causing trouble even if it wasn't my fault... it was the colorbook spaniard and tweedledee and tweedledumb” you shrugged your shoulders again

“Colorbook spaniard?” Leila looked confused

“Lucy overdosed me yesterday and apparently I handed out spaniard names like they were coupons” you rolled your eyes “Uh... you want a spaniard name too?”

“We'll talk about it when you're back home?” the brown haired woman asked and you nodded smiling “Then go on,... give me a... what was it?”

“A spaniard name... and I have the perfect one... with the drugged power invested in me from this day on you shall be named... gorgeous spaniard” you said festively

“I mean... I AM gorgeous...” Leila grinned “... but I still don't get it”

“Oh every important spaniard I met got a spaniard name... this one here has one too” you grinned cheekily at Alexia

“Really? Do tell Capi” Leila teased

“No” Alexia grumbled “Knowing you you will spread it through national team and I'll never get rid of it again... just like La Reina”

“YOU named her La Reina...??” you asked Leila shocked

“No... but I found it online and made sure every team member called her that” she grinned widely

“I don't see the issue here... pretty spaniard” you smirked wickedly

“Pretty spaniard?!” the brown haired woman picked up on your nickname for Alexia immediately as said woman just groaned and rolled her eyes

“She's pretty...” you looked at the blonde innocently

“Don't let your girlfriend hear that” Leila smirked

“Oh she knows... she actually congratulated me for coming up with such fitting spaniard names even when being high as a kite...” you nodded proudly

“You two are really made for each other” the brown haired woman chuckled

“Funny... Kei said exactly the same” you mused “But yeah... sorry for causing trouble which wasn't my fault” you directed to Alexia

“You still owe me Laps...” the blonde said “... you just added more to that”

“Waaaaaaaiiiit a second... I don't owe you laps” you exclaimed

“Oh but you do... did you forget what happened first time we met?” Alexia responded calmly

“Oh BB... did you hit on her? She doesn't like that” Leila threw in chuckling

“I didn't.... did I?” you questioned yourself thinking about your first meeting before repeating “No... no I didn't”

“You swear at a guy who was twice your size” the blonde rolled her eyes “Because you said something very very bad”

“Oh yeah... but you never mentioned laps... you let Mapí do laps.... and Lucy....” you said as a matter of fact

“I thought it was obvious” Alexia looked at you like you grew a second head

“Yeah no... I'm not really made for running anymore” you waved off as Leila snorted loudly “Hm??” you looked at her

“You ran pretty fast when you stole Jill Roords last waffle thingy...” Leila snorted

“Short sprints are okay... a million laps with la reina here up my ass – not so much... and this stroopwaffle was delicious” you said insistent

“She'll make you run those laps BB... I know her long enough...” Leila said honestly

“I mean... she can try” you shrugged your right shoulder

“She can hear you... both of you” Alexia raised an eyebrow challenging

“Love you pretty spaniard” you grinned at her

“Yep... same... pretty spaniard” the brown haired woman grinned as well

“Okay... you” the blonde looked at you “... back to Keira... and you” now she looked at her phone “... we see us at Camp... you better pack the comfortable cleats... you'll wear them a lot running laps for me”

“Love you gorgeous spaniard” you yelled out after you pushed yourself off Alexia into a standing position

“Love you BB... text me later” you heard Leilas voice as you started to return to Keira

“M back” you said carefully not knowing if she's still angry at you

“I can see that” the Englishwoman replied dryly

“Kei come on... I'm sorry... I really am... but it was so much fun” you begged and whined knowing your best shot would be a perfect placed whine

“Not this time y/n” Keira responded neutral

THIS was the moment you realized that you are in real deep shit. Keira nearly never used your real name – ever. So for her to call you your actual name was bad.

“Kei...” you whispered sadly

“Gosh y/n... I already saw you drowning... and I couldn't do anything” the blonde said desperately “You just can't pull shit like this”

Okay... Keira swearing was even worse than using your name

“I... I... I... I didn't think” you stuttered out taken aback

“That's the problem... you never think... I love you.. I do... I would give my life for you because you are so SO important to me y/n... but you need to start and USE that brilliant brain of yours” Keira said firmly

“I'm sorry” you mumbled hanging your head low feeling ashamed of yourself

“I know you are... but fuck Bitsy... I was so scared” she sighed as she saw how you beat yourself up for it “I don't know what Patri said that caused you to laugh – really laugh and I'll be forever grateful to her that she did it because I haven't heard that sound in over three years but you really can't just fuck off on a jet ski... you can't Bitsy... you never swam in the Sea... you could have...”

“Kei...” you said in a low voice and as you look up you could see tears in Keiras eyes

You didn't know what to do – Keira was always your rock. She held you when you cried, helped you when you needed help, advise you when you needed advise and now you caused her so much pain.

“Can... can I hug you?” you asked carefully not knowing if Keira would want it

“Come here Bitsy” she said calmly as she opened her arms

You quickly shuffled over to her and threw yourself into her arms

“I'm so sorry Kei... I promise I try to never do stupid things ever again” you mumbled against the blondes shoulder squeezing her as tight as you could

“We both know that's a lie” the Englishwoman chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead “Just try to be more careful Bitsy.. that would be enough for a start”

“I promise” you mumbled

“Good...” Keira sighed out “... you ready to go home?”

“Can we have shepherds pie?” you asked hopefully

“If you can forgo cheddar... it's basically impossible to get cheddar here...” the blonde smiled as you asked for your comfort food

“Eeh... as long there's cheese...” you shrugged your shoulders as you started to throw all of Keiras stuff into her bag

“Eager much Bitsy” Keira chuckled

“Yes... I'm hungry and I just saw my sister playing tonsil hockey with the friendly spaniard... we need to leave” you answered quickly and threw stuff quicker into the bag – sand included

“At least it's the friendly spaniard and not the pretty or sexy one, hm?” Keira smirked as you stopped your “packing” for a second before starting to dry heave

When you were done packing Keiras stuff (and half of the beach) you quickly pulled her up and started to flee the beach without looking back to afraid to see things you never EVER wanted to see – again.

#woso image #keira walsh x reader #lucy bronze x reader #mapi leon x reader #barca femeni #ona batlle x reader #lucy bronze #jenni hermoso x reader #alexia putellas x reader #patri guijarro #claudia pina #leila ouahabi

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alessiasfreckles · 2 months

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amnesia - part 6 (ona batlle x reader, alexia putellas x reader, ona batlle x alexia putellas)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5

a/n: this is a short one, sorry! but the next chapter is coming and will be a lot longer x

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“We can’t tell her,” Alexia said after a moment of silence. “She’s only just started getting her memories back, I don’t want to overwhelm her. She’s already had to deal with so much in the past few weeks.”

“Fuck,” Ona repeated. “I should never have come here. I just got her to forgive me, to trust me again, and now this, fuck!”

“It’s okay,” Alexia said, trying to soothe the younger player. “It’ll be okay. We’ll figure it out.”

“How? I promised her, no more lying! She’ll never forgive us.”

“It’s not… lying, necessarily. It’s just not telling her something,” Alexia said, sounding like she was trying to convince herself of that fact just as much as she was trying to convince Ona. “Not telling isn’t the same as lying.”

“Mierda,” the brunette dragged her hands down her face. “This can’t happen again.”

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You hadn’t heard anything from Alexia or Ona all day, which was a little odd, but you supposed that they were at training and it was to be expected that they couldn’t be on their phones 24/7. Still, you found yourself missing them, both of them.

Plus, you were bored, and started to feel frustrated about all of the hazy spots in your memory. So, you did what anyone in your position would do and googled yourself. First you read through your wikipedia page, which, to be fair, you’d already done a couple of times since waking up. Nothing really stood out there, except for some lines under ‘Personal life’ that detailed your involvement in the LGBTQ+ community.

Where else could you find out more about yourself? You deliberated for a minute before going on Twitter and searching your name - you had a hunch that you’d been told not to look yourself up on social media before, that it was something most players tried to avoid. Still, you figured that social media would probably give you some more information, even if it was just about what people thought of you.

Once the search loaded, your laptop was flooded with posts about your accident, people theorising about what had happened, how you were doing. Scrolling back a little, you found posts with pictures of you and Alexia at the café you’d gone to together, with captions talking about the two of you. Some of them speculated what you were doing, if you were dating - you had gathered that your relationship with Ona wasn’t public knowledge, although a lot of people liked to talk about whether or not you were together.

As you kept scrolling, you realised that there was a fairly large amount of people who were convinced that it was Alexia you were dating, not Ona. You looked at photos posted of the two of you, people gushing over the way you were looking at each other, the way Alexia would touch you, her hand on your shoulder, your arm. You saw countless edits of the two of you, snippets of videos where you were deep in conversation or laughing together, Alexia’s smile always directed at you.

For a brief moment you wondered why the two of you weren’t dating, why it was you and Ona, and then felt guilty for even having that thought. You loved Ona, you knew that, you could feel it throughout your body, permeating your bones. Still, the thought remained at the back of your mind, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it.

By the time 4pm rolled around and Ona finally rang your doorbell, you were so bored and sick of your own thoughts you could scream.

“Thank god you’re here,” you said as she came in. “I’m so bored I’m going to rip my hair out.”

“Oh, so you just want me around to keep you entertained?” Ona asked, a mischievous grin on her face. “I see how it is.”

“Yep,” you shrugged. “Gotta keep things interesting somehow, you know?”

Ona swallowed down the guilt rising in her throat as she thought about that morning. She couldn’t let you know anything had happened. It wasn’t going to happen again. It was a one-off, a mistake. “What have you been up to today?” she asked brightly.

Your stomach twisted as you thought about the videos of you and Alexia. “Not much,” you quickly said. “I looked myself up online a bit, but there’s only so many times I can read my own wikipedia page before I start to feel like a narcissist.”

Ona laughed, not questioning your day’s activities any further, and the wave of relief you felt was tinged with shame.

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Crowded Room — Ethan Edwards

Summary; In which Ethan never thought of you like that until he saw you show up to a party with a football player

Content Warning: 18+ Content, Smut, oral sex(f receiving), p in v sex, filth, slight degradation, hair pulling, choking, used of ‘sir’ ‘whore’ ‘slut’, mirror sex, unprotected sex(don’t be silly y’all), creampie (🫣), breeding kink, mentions of birth control, religious mentions(really quickly), JJ McCarthy getting caught in the crossfire, possessive JJ, cheating(? not really, reader and jj have gone on like 2 dates) loosely based on Lovin On Me By Jack Harlow

Pairing; Ethan Edwards & Fem Reader

You were tucked beneath JJ’s broad shoulder as you entered the fraternity house. You guys were immediately greeted with the smell of alcohol and marijuana. JJ’s grip on your hip tightened as he pulled you closer to his body. You two mingled with various athletes and a few of your sorority sisters as you made your way into the kitchen. You smiled softly at Ethan as you saw him pouring some concoction into a plastic cup as your voice came out softly, “Hey Eth.”

Ethan had been in your Ethics in sports class since freshman year and for some reason your professor always paired you two up for partner work. You would be lying in you said that you didn’t notice how attractive the hockey player was. He had the biggest and softest brown eyes you’d seen. He always had on that stupid hat and his beautiful dark hair sticking out. Anyone with eyes could see that Ethan Edwards was an attractive guy.

Ethan had never seen you as anything more than a friend. You were kind, funny and the first sorority girl he’d met that truly understood the concept of hockey. You had always been a friend to the brown haired hockey player. But you stood a mere five feet away from him, clad in a low cut cropped cheetah print top that accentuated your breasts perfectly, like the shirt was molded around your body. A fair amount of your stomach was out until it met the short leather skirt that had Ethan’s pants constricting his lower hips.

Ethan had never thought about it before but in that moment all he was thinking about was bending you over the counter and fucking the shit out of you, without a care in the world that JJ McCarthy seemed to be staking his claim on you in the kitchen. The way you said his name made him feel ridiculous for never thinking about you in this capacity. But surely you’d never thought of him that way right?

Ethan raised an eyebrow ever so slightly as he saw the grip JJ held on your hip. He could see the intensity of the hold by the skin visible between the hem of your top and the your skirt. He also noticed how JJ’s eyes were glued to him as you watched him intently. Ethan pressed the cup to his lips, “Hey Y/N, McCarthy. Didn’t know y’all were a thing.” You went to open your mouth to say that you weren’t, that tonight was your like 3rd date, when JJ spoke, “It’s new, right babe?” Your heart was beating up into your throat as you nodded, “Yep, good seeing you Eth. I have to use the ladies room.”

You looked up into JJ’s piercing blue eyes and unglued yourself from his side. You slipped out of the kitchen, feeling overwhelmed by JJ’s sudden influx of testosterone he’d felt the urge to show. You walked down the seemingly never ending hallway. You entered the bathroom and went to shut the door only for a hand to stop you. You looked up, taken aback as Ethan stood in the doorway, “Are you okay?” You felt your throat clam up, “‘M all good Eth.” Ethan shut and locked the door to the bathroom behind him as he leaned against it while you stood in front of the mirror, “Your a shitty liar Y/N. What’s going on in your pretty little head?”

You let out a nervous laugh, “I don’t even know. I’m not dating JJ by the way.” Ethan laughed heartily, “I gathered, you looked like you just shit your pants when he called you babe. Most girls don’t have that reaction.” You laughed, “Can I be honest for a minute?” Ethan grinned, “I’ve never known you to not be honest. What’s up?” You giggled nervously, partially tipsy from the bottle of Pink Whitney you had pregamed with at your sorority before leaving the house for this party.

“I’m kinda nervous being alone with you right now.” Ethan frowned, immediately feeling bad, initially believing he’d made you uncomfortable, “I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable. I can go.” You shook your head, “No it’s not you. Well not like that.” Ethan raised an eyebrow as he walked across the room and stopped next to you, “What’s wrong then?” You laughed slightly, “Being alone with you makes me nervous because your hot and I’m tipsy but I’m pretty sure this is how a handful of my wet dreams have started.”

Ethan laughed breathily, “So I make you nervous with my fleeting sex appeal? Good to know.” You rolled your eyes, “See this is why I should have kept my mouth shut. You never take anything seriously.” Ethan stood in front of you, keeping you from moving away from the counter. He placed a hand on your bare skin, “Trust me pretty, I’m taking this very seriously. Hop up on the counter for me.” You pressed your back against the mirror as Ethan dropped to his knees.

Your breath hitched as his warm breath traveled up your legs as he pressed soft wet kisses up your legs. By the time he reached your knees, you legs spread further giving Ethan easier access to your thighs and soaking core. An pornographic groan left Ethan’s mouth as his lips neared your burning core. He looked up at with his beautiful brown eyes lit up by desire, “Is this okay?” You groaned at his question, “God yes, please.” Ethan pushed your skirt up further as he pulled your panties down in one swift motion.

Your hand’s immediately flew to Ethan’s head, removing his hat and setting it near the sink as your fingers threaded through his hair as his tongue met the bundle of nerves that had a coil forming in your stomach. Ethan hummed as he pulled away, “So wet for me. Such a whore, letting me take you in a bathroom.” You felt yourself clench around the air as Ethan’s fingers slid inside of your dripping cunt. You felt a unrecognizable moan leave your lips as you clamped your legs around Ethan’s head as he began to lap up your juices as you came down from your high.

You breathed heavily as you leaned your head against the mirror and panted, “Holy shit. I can’t believe I just did that.” Ethan laughed, “Don’t worry it’s hot.” You rolled your eyes, “I cannot believe I did that. Oh god, I’m like a total whore.” Ethan pressed a kiss against your lips, “Sorry I just really wanted you to stop talking.” You groaned as you pulled him into a passionate kiss, your core clenching as you shamelessly grinded against him. Ethan pressed his hands on your hips, “Are you sure?” You reached down to unzip your skirt letting it fall to the ground as you pulled Ethan into you, “I’ve never been more sure of something.”

Ethan groaned as he pulled his shorts down and kicked them to the side. You hummed to yourself as Ethan rummaged through the drawers in search of a condom, only to come up empty handed. You groaned as you pulled him by his shirt to you, “I have an IUD, please just fuck me Eth. I need you inside me so badly.”

Ethan practically groaned at your words, “Such a desperate little slut for me. Just begging for me to fuck you raw in a random party bathroom. Didn’t peg you for a freak.” You groaned as you clenched your thighs together, “Damn it would you just fuck me already or do I need to have JJ come do that?” Ethan scoffed as he turned you to face the mirror as he adjusted himself behind you.

You felt a sharp breath leave your mouth as Ethan slid into you. Your chest tightening as he bottomed out inside you. Ethan’s hands found their way to your hips, fingers digging into your skin, harshly enough to leave bruises. A groan leaving his mouth, “You feel so good. Clenching around me, such a little slut.” You felt your eyes roll into the back of your head as Ethan’s hips began to move rhythmically. As sharp gasp left your lips as Ethan pulled at your hair, bringing your back pressed against his chest. A soft groan emitted from Ethan’s lips into your ear. You smirked pridefully, “Did I just hear Mr Ethan Edwards who has a reputation for never moaning during sex, moan?” Ethan rolled his eyes, “Shut up before I pull out.” You whines lightly at his words, “Please, alright fine sir. Just don’t stop.”

You felt Ethan tighten his grip on your hair, “Call me that again, please.” You grinned, learning Ethan’s soft spot in bed. A soft moan leaving your lips as your eyes screwed shut as you fell into the bathroom counter, “Oh god right there. Don’t stop please sir.” Ethan’s hand found it’s way around your throat, holding just tight enough to make you feel pressure but loose enough your air supply wasn’t compromised. You clenched around Ethan’s cock as he pounded up into your pussy.

You let out a pornographic moan, “Shit, I’m so close. Don’t stop.” Ethan groaned as he breathed heavily, “I’m there too. I wanna cum inside you so bad.” You groaned at his words, previously believing it was impossible to become more wet, “Cum in me Eth, I need it. Need to feel you inside me.” Ethan groaned, “I could get your pregnant right now given the chance.” You let out another moan as you felt the coil building in your stomach burst as you clenched around his cock. Your orgasm triggering Ethan’s as he came following you.

You leaned against the counter, ass bare in the air as Ethan’s cum dropped down your thighs. You finally caught your breath and grinned as Ethan got a few square of paper towel and began to wipe his cum off of your legs and helped you back into your skirt and panties. You sighed as you two made your way out of the bathroom. A sinking feeling built in your stomach as it hit you, you’d have to explain to JJ where you’d gone off to for nearly an hour.

The sinking feeling dissipated when you found JJ sprawled across the couch with a redhead perched on his lap making out. You let out a sigh of relief as Ethan draped his arm on your shoulder, “Back to another crowded room we go.” You had expected him to enter the room and abandon you to go back to his teammates and brag over the easy lay he got, but he intertwined his fingers with yours and led you over to his friends. A small smile forming on your face as he sat down and pulled you into his lap as he watched some of his teammates play beer pong.

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wttcsms · 16 days

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switchin' the positions for you, osamu miya

pairing osamu miya x f!reader word count 2k synopsis osamu miya says you've got a lot to learn, rookie, and he's more than happy to teach you. content contains creampie, pet names (baby, good girl), slight praise kink (reader receiving), fwb to lovers, multiple positions, tennis player!reader author's notes to the requester: you know who you are, girl. give the masses (me) what i want: you to become a writer!!!

“Fuck.” Osamu hisses out the word like it burns to have it escape through his gritted teeth. “D’ya like that, baby?”

You can’t give him a coherent answer; it’s kind of hard to hold a conversation with him when he’s got you sitting all snug on his lap, cockhead hitting that special sensitive spot of yours that you never knew you had until you start your little arrangement with him. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he’s the only person capable of reducing you to a hot, whiny mess but when you instinctually tighten up around his cock, he lets out a soft, smug laugh.

His warm breath tickles your ear when he leans down to tell you, “Told ya I’d teach you a thing or two.”

You try to tilt your head back so your eyes can meet his. You don’t like looking up to people, but Osamu is just so big. You’re sitting on him, pussy clamping down on his fat cock that’s buried snugly inside of you, your back pressed against his muscular chest. The man owns a restaurant; surely hauling all those massive rice bags couldn’t have possibly given him this figure. You want to make a face, let him know that his “I told you so” is not appreciated, but when he makes eye contact with you, he gives you a smirk — a warning. A split second later, he thrusts up, and you can’t hold back your moan.

He did that on purpose, you think to yourself. He’s always baiting you, always waiting for the right moment to catch you off guard. You’re a favorite to win the Japan’s Women’s tennis tournament; no one catches you off guard.

But when you’re out on the road, traveling with your team, and your starvation-induced tantrum leads to your coach making a pitstop to some hole-in-the-wall restaurant named Onigiri Miya, you learn that it is possible for someone to trip you up.

“So you’re the girl with the killer serve,” is what he says the first time he’s taking your order. “You don’t look like much of a killer to me.”

You’re pissed, hungry, and still upset over hearing the men’s team talk about how you look good in your skirt and should consider modeling for Sports Illustrated instead of trying to make it big in tennis. You’re frowning when you tell him, “Are you the owner of this restaurant?”

“Yep.”

“Doesn’t look like much of a restaurant to me.” In hindsight, maybe you shouldn’t be rude to the man handling your food.

“It’s up and coming.” He says, eyes looking you up and down in a way that makes you suddenly very, very hyper aware of how fitted your top and how short your skirt is. He’s not ogling you; he’s sizing you up. Like you’re a challenge. “It’ll look it soon enough.”

You like a good challenge.

When you come back the next week, high off your victory, you walk through the doors of Onigiri Miya, smug and prideful.

The feeling intensifies whenever he tells you he saw your game, but you’re immediately dissatisfied when he hits you with a, “Ya still got a lot to learn, though.”

Your first lesson? Taking three of his thick fingers knuckle-deep in your pussy as your back is pressed against the wall of the storage room of Onigiri Miya. There’s only one single light bulb flickering in the darkness of the pantry, but you don’t focus on that. Instead, you focus on the searing heat from between your thighs, too eager to chase after pleasure to care about the fact that you’re so wet, you can hear every thrust.

You’re so close to cumming, you find yourself moving your hips upwards, trying to bring yourself to release even faster. He immediately stops his ministrations, making an annoyed sound of clear disapproval.

“You need to learn how to stop bein’ so damn greedy.” His words come out as a raspy whisper, and when your walls involuntarily clench around his fingers, there’s a small noise that seems to come from the back of his throat. He’s holding himself back.

Somehow, the fact that you have a strong effect on him as well makes you so pleased, you find yourself gripping his shoulder as you disobediently grind against his fingers yourself, letting out a loud whine as you cum all over his hand.

With heated cheeks and heavy breathing, you let Osamu Miya know that being greedy is what makes you such a star player. You don’t get by with just taking what’s given to you; everything, from points on the court to a more-than-satisfactory orgasm, is yours for the taking.

You don’t expect him to just smile at your prideful remark, and you certainly don’t expect him to remove his fingers from you, hold them up to the light so you can both admire the way his index, middle, and ring fingers are glistening with your juices, before he licks the pads of them.

Is the room heating up? Did the air conditioning suddenly break? You feel hotter than usual as you watch the vulgar display, and you should be ashamed of the way your knees are already weak from hitting your climax, ashamed of the way you have to press your thighs together so he doesn’t catch the way you’re already anticipating a round two.

“Have a taste, baby.” He’s grinning, smiling like the damn devil himself, as he extends his hand, brings the tips of his fingers to your lips. You shake your head no, not trusting yourself to speak.

He pretends to sound disappointed. “No?” Then with a shrug and a smug more for me then, he licks the rest of your essence off of his fingers.

“I could go for a second helping.”

The sentence barely leaves his mouth before you find yourself parting your thighs to welcome him back.

Through the course of three months, you find yourself being taught various lessons from Osamu. He teaches you to mind your manners and refuses to fuck into you, choosing to tease you with the head of his cock instead.

“Not gonna fuck ya ‘til you say please.”

Like with your tennis matches, it all boils down to a game of stamina. Who can hold out the longest? His tip is wet and sticky with pre, and you can catch every hitch of his breath as he rubs against your clit. You’re soaking through his bedsheets, his bed being the only comfortable piece of furniture he has in his “work in progress” of a bachelor pad.

He practices breathing exercises with you when he pushes himself as far as your little throat can take him. Drool will be dribbling out the corners of your swollen lips, and he has your hair bunched up in a makeshift ponytail, strands sloppily wrapped around his hand as he watches you try to take all of him in your mouth.

“You gotta breathe through your nose, baby. Atta girl, that’s my good girl.”

He teaches you that you like praise.

He’s more observant than you realize. You can tell from the way he recaps and analyzes your matches with you after a particularly rough game, and you can tell from the way he’ll notice if the way he has you bent over the kitchen counter is uncomfortable for you. He knows you like the way he gives it to you hard, sloppy, messy. You have a meticulous training routine, every aspect of your life reduced to a bullet point on an itinerary from your personal coach.

It makes sense that his sloppy kisses, the ones that leave your lips swollen, the ones that are less than kisses and more of just messy exchanges of spit, are your favorites. You like being reduced to a wet, boneless, fucked out little mess, and you like it because it’s all coming from him. He has a business to tend you, and you have a professional athletic career, and yet, the world is reduced to his barebones apartment bedroom. No tennis matches, no food truck deliveries to worry about.

Just your back pressed against his chest, the thin material of your athletic tanktop and his tight fitted compression shirt doing nothing to stop the searing exchange from both of your bodies’ heat.

“Told ya I’d teach you a thing or two.”

All you can do is close your eyes and lose yourself to the overwhelming pleasure of having him buried to the hilt inside of you.

“You’re so good for me, ya know that?” You like the way he grunts out the words, punctuating each word with a thrust that has you clinging to his forearm, both of his hands wrapped tightly around your stomach so you can stay still, stay easily accessible for him. “You’re not just my good girl, you’re my best girl.”

You let his words of praise soak you to the bone. You’re letting out desperate, high-pitched, needy whines, and there’s no more holding back on his end. He’s fucking into you with the stamina and strength that rivals some athletes.

You finish first; you always do. You tried, once, to get him to cum before you, but once he caught on to your little scheme, he stretched your body, had your legs folded and sore as he fucked into you almost angrily, like getting him off before you have is something he takes personal offense to.

He’s addicted to watching you cum. The way you can’t control your body, your tight, always stressed out body that only seems able to relax when he’s smothering you, his body heat getting lost and mixed up with yours. You fit so perfectly against him, under him, on top of him. When you cum, you tilt your head back, resting against his shoulder. Your eyes look dazed, almost like you’re unable to see straight, but he stares at you, smiling as he realizes that every time you cum, you can’t help but search for him.

When he finishes inside of you, you think you’re close to cumming again. The rush of hot, thick heat flooding your now-sloppy insides has you whining so cutely, he almost wants to start fucking into you again. But he doesn’t. Instead, he lets you rest, gives you a minute to catch your breath.

“I don’t normally do this, y’know.” He sounds a bit out of breath, and it fills you with deep satisfaction to know that you’re capable of having this effect on him. It’d be embarrassing to be beat in a contest of stamina when you’re the professional athlete here.

“So you’ve said.”

Osamu is busy with his business, and you’re busy with tennis. The two of you know that there’s not a lot of room for a relationship, but the two of you are also well aware of the fact that there’s something more to this than just good sex. It’s obvious in the way he holds you, and it’s obvious in the way you let him. He wants to cook you good food and to meet his mother, and you want him at all your games, to dedicate your victory speeches to him.

“I wanna do this right.” And he’s so sincere when he says it that it makes your heart flutter, gives you the unfamiliar sensation of butterflies in your tummy. “I wanna take you out on dates and for you to meet my family.”

“I’ve never been in a relationship.” You admit this to him, even though he already knows. “So, I wouldn’t know what’s the ‘right’ way to go about it, anyway.” You peer up at him, trying to gauge his reaction. “But you promised you’d teach me a thing or two.”

“Yeah?” The word comes out breathless, full of anticipating, wanting, hope.

“And I think I really don’t mind being taught every once in a while.”

#osamu miya x reader #osamu miya x you #osamu x reader #osamu smut #hq smut #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #one shot #imagine #drabble

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chelscait · 1 year

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we back. | Alexia Putellas

category: fluff, baby fever major fluff.

summary: where you and Alexia return to football from two entirely different reasons.

word count: 5.1k.

You were sat at home when you got the call regarding Alexia's knee injury. You were both set to guide Spain all the way through the euros yet neither of you participated.

Alexia was on the sidelines and out for the next 9 months whereas you were 'injured' for the next 9/10 months.

The truth is you were injured, just not to the same extent as Alexia's. You had picked up a slight ankle injury towards the end of the 21/22 season, only a sprain but you dragged it out. The real reason was that you were a month pregnant.

Alexia and you had decided that you had wanted a baby and you were willing to give up the euros in order to do so, Alexia was not so sure it was the right time but you reassured her promising her you'd be fine on your own and to update her.

The ankle injury was the best excuse to hide the pregnancy, pretending you were staying in Barcelona to do your 'rehab' while everyone was in England.

When Alexia's injury was announced it had brought great dread upon you, an ACL tear is a big deal and it would not be easy growing a child inside of you and looking after her at the same time.

Although you could see her struggling through the mental aspects as well as the physical, she was trying her best to look after you as well. The thought of her unborn baby inspired her through her rehab to get back in shape as quick as possible.

The black and white outline on the sonogram that was revealed to you both every appointment seemed to make Alexia's comeback near closer and closer.

Finding out you were having a little girl made Alexia even more excited, wanting to become an inspiration for your daughter even though you told her many times that she's not going to have a clue in the world Alexia was a top player for a while.

"When you grow up you are going to be one of the best footballers in the world." Alexia giggled as she felt the baby kick hard for the 4th time in a row.

"Just like her mama." You interrupted their conversation, while stroking her hair.

"Mamas, you mean?"

You just smiled as you turned back to reading your book, Alexia carrying on her conversation after finding out after tons of research that the more the baby hears your voice the more relaxed they'll be around you when they're born.

"Bebé, can you please stop talking about football the more you do it the more she kicks and it's getting uncomfortable."

"Sorry." She whispers against your stomach, pressing a light kiss before sitting up.

Whilst doing so you didn't fail to notice the wince on her face.

"Are you in pain? Want me to get you some painkillers?"

"No. i'm fine." Her face turns emotionless at the attention of her discomfort, getting up to hobble to the bathroom.

You got up after her to go and get her some meds as well as water to leave on her bedside table, opening the freezer and grabbing her an ice pack to rest on her knee.

Alexia had her surgery a couple of months back, though she was still struggling with the pain and it made your heart crack seeing her like this.

"I don't need that." Glaring at you as you walked in. Your rose your eyebrow, telling her to carry on.

"Do you really want to dismiss a pregnant women? You need it, it'll help." You scolded pulling the covers off her bottom half and placing the ice pack gently on her knee, herself hissing at the coldness, and gently lifting her leg to rest on a pillow.

"You've already got the motherly characteristics."

"Yep, i'm practicing on you." You gave her a humorous look as you pulled the covers back over her, "Now take." You practically forced her to take the pills with the stare you were giving her.

"See? What would you do without me? Pretty sure you'd be dead by now."

"Ha ha." You gave her a successful smile and turned back to walk towards your side of the bed.

Before you felt a sudden pain in your side, "ouch." You hissed as you bent over on the bed.

"¿Estas bien?" Alexia looked all over your face to check if your okay.

"Estoy bien, i think she kicked a bit too hard. Don't worry, it's okay." You reassured her as you got into bed and cuddled into her side.

"Have you thought of anymore names yet?" You ask to clear the air.

"No, it's too hard. We have to make sure that it's not the same as any of the girls we play with and that's literally every name!"

You giggle at the known fact that any of the girls name being used will end up with a fight or an argument about being the favourite.

"I've come up with a few. I really like Ada but it is the name of the best player in the team we will hate until death."

"Yeah, definitely not. I think something more Spanish traditional, you know? Like... Sofia or something."

"Mhm," You hummed before you yawned. "It'll come."

3 months later, you hit your late 8 month mark while Alexia was getting stronger and stronger, herself now training separately on the pitch beside the others. The team were wondering where you were though, Alexia having stayed quiet about you the whole time they've been back from being knocked out in the quarters.

All she has said, as well as the trainers, was that you were on a health break. You had both told Jonatan and the trainers the truth when Alexia started her rehab, they were all ecstatic and couldn't wait to have another baby in the team.

"Amor, where are you?" Alexia shouted throughout your house, expecting to find you right in front of her, instead just Nala bouncing at her feet.

"Nursery!"

She made her way towards the room with the ball of fluff trailing behind, to find you in the middle of a mess of baby clothes.

"Hola." You grinned up at her as she appeared in the door way.

"Ay dios mío. Do we need this much?" Alexia's shocked face looks around the room, bending over to pick up some tiny socks.

"I couldn't resist! I went out with Alba and tu mama and we couldn't stop fussing over all of it and how little it all is! Like look at the size of these shoes!!" You crawled over to pick the small converse up and shoved them in her face with a small pout.

"This is going to be one stylish baby. She's very lucky." She held her arms out to help you up, your bump now much bigger which limited your mobilisation.

"She is one lucky baby." You bit your lip as you stroked your stomach, "I'm so excited."

"Me too, Cariño."

"How was training? Venga, i'll start dinner." You took hold of her hand and dragged her into the kitchen, giving her a questioning look as she didn't reply.

"The usual, girls asking about you and how your doing and a lot of strengthening." Alexia plopped onto one of the stalls as she spoke, yourself going quiet as you got some ingredients out to make your favourite pasta.

"I feel really bad. Do you think we should have told them?" You whipped yourself around, hugging the bunch of ingredients in your arms as you lip wobbled.

Alexia's eyes widened, knowing how emotional you have been lately the hormones fluctuating drastically.

"Baby, baby, hey. It's our life, our choice. We wanted to experience this privately and so far it has been amazing, it feels normal. Besides, they all love kids and once they see our beautiful girls face all accusations will be thrown out the window. Prometo." Alexia was now in front of you slowly removing the ingredients from your arms before they are all chucked everywhere, anger was a big one of your hormonal moods.

"Okay."

"Bueno, do you want me to do dinner?" She felt you nod against her shoulder, herself lifting your head up with your cheeks squished and pressing kisses all over your face.

"Estoy cansada. I want baby out now."

"I know, i know, t'estimo tant. Go sit down, we'll have dinner in the living room."

She frowned as she watched you wobble off towards the destination.

"You're having the next one!"

The next day, Alexia was training anxiously. She had left you that morning with some minor pains in your abdomen, a clear sign of near labor. You had convinced her to go to her rehab to not cause any suspicion and promised her that you'll be fine as her mum was coming round after she leaves.

In the physio room, she didn't want to leave her phone behind, staring at it for a good 20 minutes before she had to go out.

"You can take it out with you." Alexia's one on one coach told her with a smile on his face. "It's getting close, it's probably best."

"Gracias."

"No hay problema, i remember when my wife gave birth... i was with her the whole time, might not have been the best time of her life but it was mine. Helping my boy come into the world, she made me so proud."

Alexia smiled at him as his thoughts drifted off, going to get a ball of the side of the pitch.

"Also, remember to not take anything they say to heart during labor. I had some pretty mean things thrown at me and the grip of the hand hold is hard, so try not to break your hand."

"Of course, i've already had some pretty stern telling offs. Pretty sure that after she's born i'd be mothered, still, more than her."

The feeling of the ball at her feet distracted Alexia from her worries, there being no update from her mum or you, her phone staying relatively quiet during her session.

It wasn't until she was heading in for lunch when she started to feel her anxiety creeping up again, not allowing her phone screen to go dark.

"Hola.." Mapi caught up with her, shoving her arm around her shoulders.

"Hola." Alexia smiled at her quickly before returning her gaze to her phone, Mapi following on.

"Are you okay? You never have your phone at training, you don't like distractions?" Mapi's hand travelled down to the small of her back, her head tilting in front of Alexia's.

"Sí, todo bien. Just waiting for an update from my doctor..." They continued on walking towards the cafeteria, Alexia then putting her phone in her pocket to grab some food.

Mapi immediately went to sit down next to Ingrid, stealing her apple.

"Hey!" Ingrid stole her apple back after Mapi took one bite, giving her a weird look.

"I think something is wrong with Y/N."

"What do you mean?" Frido now joined in the conversation, concerned over the state of one of her best friends.

"I'm not sure, but Alexia seems anxious... she keeps looking at her phone every two seconds and... just look at her!" They all turned their heads towards Alexia, Mapi's point being proved with Alexia resting her elbow on the table with her forehead being rubbed by her palm.

"I'm sure it's nothing too bad... right?" Claudia, having come over with Patri and a few other girls, tried to reassure herself, as well as the others, worried about her missing team mum.

"Hopefully... i just really wish that they'd say something. Like, Y/N has been gone for ages and hasn't spoken to us once. It's ruining us and our focus is not on football." Ingrid placed her hand on Mapi's back, rubbing it up and down soothingly in response.

Suddenly, a loud blaring of a ringtone erupted in the room. Mapi's head flew off of Ingrid's shoulder and found Alexia frantically getting up to answer it. With a determined look, she got up and slowly followed Alexia out the room.

"Mapi!" Ingrid scolded, knowing Alexia won't be pleased with the lack of privacy and respect Mapi is showing.

"Is she okay? Is she coming?" Alexia slowed in the hallway, placing her hand on top of her head.

"She is?? Okay.. Okay.. erm.. joder! i'll be there soon i just need to get my stuff, are you on the way to the hospital?"

"Hospital?" Mapi whispered to herself as she rested against the wall around the corner.

"Okay, give me 20 minutes. Tell her i'll be with her soon, and that i love her and she's so incredibly strong and she should be so proud of herself." She rambled through the phone, pacing the small width of the hallway. "Okay, right, see you in a bit."

Alexia tucked her phone back in her pocket, rushing round the corner to bump straight into Mapi.

"Maps? What are you doing?"

"Erm.."

"Were you spying on me?.. You know what forget it." Alexia interrogated before she continued her fast walk down the hallway towards the locker room, Mapi following close behind.

"What's wrong with Y/N?"

"Nothing she's fine."

"Alexia!" Mapi took a hold of her arm to stop her from going any further, "Dime, do you not think this is affecting the team? We're all so worried and it's hurting us thinking she's going through something terrible and we can't help her!"

"Mapi, i promise you she's fine." Alexia reassured, tugging her arm out of her hold wanting to get to her wife as soon as possible.

"I heard the phone call Alexia. Why is she going to the hospital?" She tugged her back towards her gaze.

"For fuck sake, Mapi. Let me go."

"Just tell me!"

"She's pregnant, okay!?"

Mapi slowly let her arm slide out of her hold, Alexia slamming the changing room door open and frantically packing her stuff away.

"You guys are having a baby?"

"Sí, yes we are. She's gone into labor her water broke, we wanted to keep it private. Happy?" Alexia shoved her shoulder into Mapi's and made her way out.

"Omg... Omg!"

"Don't tell anyone yet, Mapi!"

"¡Prometo!" Mapi squealed to herself, already excited to meet her bestest friends baby.

"So, did you find out anything?" Claudia eagerly whispered to Mapi after training, watching as she packed her stuff away.

"She's okay, trust me." Mapi smirked to herself, Claudia and Ingrid both giving her a weird look.

"Why has she been so distant then?"

"You'll see."

"Why not tell me?"

"Because it's not something for me to tell." Mapi patted Claudia on the shoulder, "I promise you, she's okay."

Claudia flopped onto the bench with a huff as she watched Mapi and Ingrid stride out of the changing room. Her mind in continuous thought about what may be the reason to why you had been gone so long, the knowledge that her football mums have gone this long without revealing anything to her made her feel unwanted. Though she couldn't feel like that, she was an adult after all.

Many hours later in the early morning of the next day, you were sleepily watching your loved one cradle your newborn to her chest. You smiled as you watched her bend her head down to rub her nose against hers, her eyes appearing glossy as she looked back at you.

"Oh, mi amor... she's perfect." Alexia bit her lip at the sight of her relaxed daughter.

"She has your eyes, and nose... practically all of you as she was your egg." You rolled your eyes jokingly as you shuffled in bed.

Alexia chuckled with a sniff, wiping some of the tears from her face.

"Elena." You whispered, you face displaying adoration for your little family.

"¿Que?"

"Her name. Elena? Elena Putellas Segura?"

You could see Alexia's smile widen, her face revelling in a small glow as she nodded.

"I love it." Alexia got up to pass the sleeping baby back to you, yourself moving over to allow her to join you. "I love you. I'm so proud".

"Oh and by the way, Mapi knows."

"Of course." You huffed at the lack of secret keeping between the two best friends. "She was going to find out sooner than later."

That whole night Alexia didn't sleep a wink, wanting to watch over the most precious thing she has. As well as you. She didn't allow her touch to leave hers, wanting Elena to feel she's wanted and protected. "I am never going to let anything bad happen to you, mi amor."

In response, she had gripped her finger so tightly, almost as if she remembers Alexia's voice. The whole night they stayed like that, no distractions just pure love.

The next few weeks were bliss, your daughter turned out perfect. You and Alexia had slept through most nights, Elena not kicking up no more than just one small fuss a night for a feed. The secret still going while Alexia trained, although with the continuous annoyance of Mapi pestering in her ear.

You had also started your rehab, though also in secret. You didn't want the interrogation yet and would rather do so with Alexia, your post natal emotions still not up to speed. You had been going into the Joan Gamper, the trainers helping you with avoiding any of your teammates, and training on a separate pitch.

After a few months, you both were back to standard fitness. The physios having cleared you to go back to training now after Alexia did a few weeks back. She was glad, you not so much.

"They've seen you! They know you're okay! I have been avoiding them for a straight year nearly!"

"Baby, it's okay. We'll explain everything." Alexia tried to calm you down as you were having a literal melt down in the kitchen after finding out the news.

"Oh hey, i'm back yes i've been gone ages, i've had a baby with Alexia and we decided not to tell you all, i know it's full on but we are happy and we don't care about what you think." You blabbered in the conversation, making out to her that this is a big deal.

"Why don't we take her with us, she's a bit bigger now." Alexia sighed rubbing her hand over her face.

"And what would we do? Who would look after her?"

"How about we meet them before?"

You stopped to think for a second, looking at the floor. Your trail interrupted as you heard a strangled cry coming from the bedroom, you and Alexia both snapping your heads towards it.

"I'll get her."

"No, i'll get her. I need to think." You rounded the kitchen island, placing your hand on her shoulder to push her back down gently in her seat.

Picking the chubby baby up from her crib, you rocked her on you hip to soothe her, pressing kisses on her head.

After she had let out a giggle from your silly faces, you laid her down to change her and grabbed her some clothes.

After you had done so, you pulled her up into a sitting position and she stared at you with a wide toothless smile.

"What am i going to do?" You ask her rhetorically, sweeping you hand through her messy dark baby hairs.

She just gurgled and slapped her hand onto your face, which she seemed to find funny. With a scrunched face, you removed her small fingers and picked her up once again taking her downstairs.

"ahh, bebé is awake." Alexia put down the snack she was eating on the counter and brushed her hands away of any crumbs before reaching out, Elena doing so too.

"Hola, pequeña." She had settled on her lap straight away, intrigued with what was on her plate, while Alexia pressed kisses to her cheek.

"I think i've figured out a plan..."

"Mhm, go on." She listened to you, swiping her hair behind her shoulders away from Elenas reach.

"I'll pick you up from training tomorrow. I'll be in the changing room waiting for you with her... but you got to be the first one in and you have to promise me that." You pointed your index finger at her with a serious face.

"That sounds like a perfect plan, cariño."

"Yeah... i just hope they aren't too mad." You exhaled as you turned to lean on the side.

"Hey..." She grabbed a hold of your hand and pulled you closer towards her. "Don't worry, even if they are mad they can't be for too long. Besides Mapi will fight anyone off."

You gave a small scoff of a laugh and allowed Alexia to bring you in for a small kiss. "A little hostility is nothing compared to what you've brought to the world."

Elena also agreeing with a loud squeal, making her presence known once again. You both jumping slightly at the high pitched noise, as well as Nala who was cosied at Alexia's feet.

It was near the end of Alexia's training the next day and you, to say, were shitting it. You and Elena were sat in the car park in your usual spot before time changed, your leg bouncing up and down as you stared at the sleeping baby in her car seat from the rear view mirror.

"Okay, vamos. Calm down, we'll be fine. Everything will be fine." You hyped yourself up as you came back to reality, reaching to unbuckle your seatbelt and get out the car before rounding the other side to carefully extract Elena with her car seat.

Being careful not to disturb her you slowly made your way towards the front entrance, your hands shaking was not helping to keep her steady and you didn't notice that she was stirring awake.

"Ay dios mío! It's so good to see you again!" One of the photographers you'd come to know quite well spotted you entering before her eyes trailed down to what was in your hands.

"No you did not."

"I did." You giggled as you turned the car seat towards her view.

"Y/N... she's perfect." She crouched down to Elenas view, tickling her finger across her cheek which elicited a cute giggle.

"You have kept this cutie a secret all this time?"

"Yep, now i'm going to surprise the team." You huffed with pursed lips, still not excited for their reaction.

"I'm sure they'll be fine." She got up from her position still eyeing your baby with a big smile on her face. "Anyway, i'll let you get going. See you later."

"See you."

You continued your way down the long hallway before the changing room sign entered your view, pushing the door open. The sight of the changing room brought back memories, it hadn't changed one bit. Your locker still had your name on it and was still next to Alexia's, you moved over to it to finally place the heavy carrier down and look around.

You sat down on the allocated bench seat in front of your locker and hastily undid Elenas seatbelt to pick her up, needing a bit of emotional support. You placed her in your lap, grabbing one of her toys from your bag to distract her with.

You saw the time on your phone and it was about 2 seconds until training finished, your heart racing as you leant your lips gently on her head.

Your trance was knocked away when the door opened, you snapping your head up to see Alexia making her way over to you.

"Hi baby, you alright?" She leant down to press a quick kiss to your lips before pressing one to Elena's head.

"No." You answered, biting you nails with the hand that was not keeping Elena steady.

"It's going to be fi..." Your wife started before the door flung open once again an overjoyed Mapi coming bounding over to you.

"You stupid bitch! How could you keep this beautiful little thing from me!" Mapi giggled as she pushed Alexia out of the way to be able to sit down next to you, Elena seeming to like her bubbly personality and wanting to climb over to her.

"Hola. You must be Elena, it is very nice to finally meet you." Mapi started a conversation with the babbling baby as she got settled on her lap, fisting her training top.

"Is it only you training or something? Where are the others?"

"They're coming.."

All of a sudden, a loud racket appeared into the room, but turned silent once they spotted you.

"Where have you been?" One of them asked before you answered by looking at the baby in Mapi's lap who was trying to twist her body around to see what was going on.

"No way."

"What the fuck."

"A BABY."

"Everyone, meet Elena our daughter." Alexia slowly introduced the few month old, grabbing her from Mapi who pouted at the loss of her presence.

Everyone clambered over to Alexia and your newest addition to the family, all but one. Claudia was shocked you could tell, diverting her gaze between Elena and yourself.

"Claudia." You attract her full attention and reach your hand out, as she got closer you could see her glossy eyes.

"Clau... hey, talk to me."

"I thought something really bad happened to you... ¿Que cojones?" A lone tear fell down her cheek, you hand immediately swiping it away before pulling her into a hug.

"I'm sorry Clau, i'm so sorry. I didn't mean to leave you all in the dark, i promise, but it was too late. It felt too late."

Claudia sniffled into your shoulder, relieved to finally be in your hold after all these months.

"Can i hold her?"

"Of course you can, cariño. She's practically your little sister." You rubbed her back as you let her go, making your way over to Aitana who was sitting with her on the floor.

"Times up with the play time." You clapped as Elena looked up at you, picking her up and placing her onto your hip. You were just about to turn around when you were engulfed in a massive group hug, them all obviously being careful to avoid suffocating the baby in your arms.

"Oh... guys." Your heart warmed at the gesture, still feeling the love you have always felt.

"We're all so happy for you Y/N, even though you kept this all from us and made us think you were dying... we're proud and we love you." Marta pressed a kiss to your cheek and made it clear to you that all your worries were wrong, your post natal emotions were still strong and you were fully in tears, letting out a wet laugh of relief before they all returned to their lockers.

You made your way over to Claudia and Alexia who were having a deep conversation as they sat on the bench.

"You still want to hold her?"

"Sí, por favor."

Once you had placed Elena into her arms, you had never seen her react more positively. She took a straight liking to Claudia, wanting to be as close to her as possible and placing both her chubby hands on her cheeks.

"Oh wow. She's chosen a favourite." Alexia and you looked at each other in surprise, as you heard them both giggling, Claudia having found a random toy from your locker.

"Sisterly love."

Coming back to training with your beloved team made you feel on top of the world, your life becoming more and more the better. Having a ball at your feet to having baby snuggles at night, you couldn't see it getting any better. Until your and Alexia's debut came.

Jonatan had decided that it would be the best moment to substitute you both on at the same time, making the comeback just that little bit more perfect for the fans. You both were ecstatic you could be involved in the game that could decide the title run, especially when your daughter was in the stands.

Once the substitutions were both announced by the 4th official, the crowd went wild, mostly for Alexia as they were chanting her name the most. You looked at her with admiration, you loved her and you loved that Elena had her as her mother.

"Te quiero."

Alexia turns her head towards you, reaching to grab your hand without gaining much attention.

"Yo también, te quiero mucho. Ets la millor mare que pot tenir l'Elena i estic molt agraït que ho siguis." (You are the best mother that Elena could ever have and i am so grateful that you are.)

"Para, em faràs plorar." (Stop, your going to make me cry.) You slightly wipe your eye before running onto the pitch with Alexia trailing behind, looking to where Alexia's mum said she'd be with Elena.

The game ended 3-0, which meant you won La liga F. Hugging every single teammate that came into view as you made your way to your wife.

"Welcome back, Mama."

"Back to you as well, amor." She wrapped her arms around your waist and picked you up, your legs wrapping round hers as you buried your face in her neck.

She released you to find tears flowing down your face, her own softening as she reached out to wipe them away.

"Shall we go find la pequeña?"

You nodded as you felt her guide you over to the stands with her hand placed securely on your back, only revealing your face once again when you heard the familiar squeal.

Alexia had taken her into her arms from her mother while you pulled yourself together, exchanging thank yous and congratulations with your families. You could hear fans around you speculating about who the child getting so much attention from you both was, you basically giving the hint when you kiss her cheeks.

You held her close as they were celebrating Alexia’s come back, you refusing to be lifted up in the air, especially as your insides have not been the same since. Elena’s face was a look of pure worry as you pointed out the action, until you started laughing and she started too, one of the media personnel getting it on camera.

You and Alexia didn’t mind the attention, wanting to be as truthful to the public from now on after hiding it for so long. So, when she did her speech, she announced the newest addition to the team and confessed to where you’d been, Elena clapping as she heard loud cheers for herself before fiddling with your medal.

“We did good, yeah?” Alexia asked you later that night when she climbed into bed after settling Elena down, you snuggling up to her.

“Yeah, we did good.”

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