misettemisette

[misettemisette]

ibiza holiday - leila ouahabi & misa rodríguez

word count - 8.8k | summary - laia convinces her bestfriend that a group holiday with her friends would be a good idea, yet previous encounters lead to some interesting experiences. leila x misa x reader.

MDNI 18 + - 18+ themes, basically smut but not smut, probably an incredibly unrealistic holiday set up

“nenaaaa, come on it’ll be fun!” laia whined as she tugged on your shirt for a second time. the two of you were sitting in your shared apartment, having just finished training, you were trying to relax but clearly laia had other ideas. 

for the past few hours she had been trying to convince you to say yes to a girls' holiday to ibiza in the off-season, a tradition that had been going on for years between her and her friends and yet somehow you’d been invited, even when you barely knew anyone who was going.

you and laia had become inseparable incredibly quickly. the two of you had previous connections before laia made her move to arsenal, being invited to celebrate the champions league win with kiera and lucy meant you got to know a few of the barca girls over some dancing, a lot of drinks and a hangover breakfast. 

“laia these are your friends, not mine, you can’t just invite me because you’ll ‘miss’ me for a few weeks” you used finger quotes around the word ‘miss’, clearly emphasising how dramatic laia had been in her previous convincing. 

“no no, the girls invited you, you must’ve made a good impression on them” she said, wiggling her eyebrows as she spoke. 

“wait, which girls?” you asked hesitantly, narrowing your eyes in her direction.

“espera déjame pensar” she dazed off for a minute, using her hands to count the players before speaking the list aloud, “there is alexia, jenni, leila and misa” she smiled. (wait let me think)

“jesus that’s a lot of people, i barely know any of them” you shook your head firmly, her convincing clearly not working.

“joder, if alexia putellas asks you to go on holiday you do not say no!” laia tutted, shaking her head the same way you just did. 

you thought for a minute as your mind went through the list of people, “wait, you said leila?” you asked curiously, now considering the offer slightly more than before. 

“si, maybe she is the one who asked for you eh” a smirk flashing across her face as she teased you. 

“shut up asshole” you muttered, “i was just making sure i heard you right”. 

“do not lie english woman, you are thinking about when you fucked her at my birthday party!” she accused, pointing her finger at you.

you smacked her hand down, “it was literally just a kiss codi, and you were the one who wanted to set us up!” you accused back.

“only because both of you kept talking about finding each other attractive and i didn’t want to hear any more” she defended, the two of you half-shouting at each other as you spoke. 

you settled in your chair and folded your arms across your chest, “i have no regrets, anyways why is misa coming? i thought this was a barca thing?. 

“hm more like a spain thing, you haven’t met misa before right?” she questioned.

“well we have a little bit, it was weird, obviously i was trying to score but she kept saying things like ‘vale princesa’ or would touch my waist and my back during corners, or there would be really intense eye contact, even at the end of the game she came and talked to me and said it again” you explained, “and lucy said she was looking me up and down but i don’t really believe her”.

you watched as laia’s smirk reappeared, “esto es clasico misa, she wants you”.

“what?” your eyes widened in shock, “that’s not true” you shook your head adamantly. 

“si, i know what she’s like, no wonder she was asking questions about you the last time i saw her”

“the night of the game she followed me on instagram and then liked a picture from 6 months ago and obviously unliked it, but she always likes my pictures now, sometimes she even comments” you shrugged. 

laia laughed at your oblivion, “you’re joking right?”, you shook your head, “nena you cannot be serious, she’s coming after you”.

“maybe she wants to be friends” you were trying to play the devil’s advocate, but you knew the heart eyes, the ‘guapaaaa’ or the ‘quiero’ she had commented on your instagram posts probably weren’t the friendliest. 

“ah si si, friends with benefits” she winked before getting up and disappearing to her bedroom, leaving you sitting on the sofa contemplating the choice you had to make. 

it wasn’t long before you heard multiple spanish voices coming from laia’s room, presumably the same ones you had just been talking about. whilst laia has been teaching you spanish throughout your time of living together, the words were far too fast for you to possibly translate.

pushing that to the back of your mind you made your way to the kitchen to prepare dinner for the two of you, you had your music on and were practically dancing around the kitchen as you cooked.

you spun round to see laia holding her phone in your direction, laughter spilling out of her mouth, immediately stopping in your tracks you nearly dropped the bowl in your hand. 

“baila bebe baila” a voice from her phone shouted, your face flushing red immediately as the others cheered along. 

“laia i fucking hate you” you stuck up your middle finger with your free hand before turning back to the dinner you were half way through. 

“now she won’t say yes to coming with us” a familiar voice echoed from the phone. 

she made her way over to you, putting her phone on the counter against the wall so you were now in the frame and unable to avoid it. you were met with the faces of alexia, jenni, misa and leila who were beaming in your direction. 

“hola chica, what are you making?” jenni spoke, a grin covering her face. you had met jenni a few times, mostly on an international stage but a few times at mutual friends birthday celebrations. 

“laia asked for pasta so i made it with chicken and mozzarella” you shared her smile as you continued stirring the pasta. 

“ahh so you’re wifey material then” misa smirked causing you to go slightly flustered. 

“deja de coquetear con ella” leila responded to misa before turning her attention to you, “how are you carino? it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other”. (stop flirting with her)

“i’m good, very excited to have some time off soon” you answered, “how are you?”

“very good too, are you going to join us on the trip?” she asked, a twinkle in her eye as she spoke. 

“joder, you were meant to let alexia ask” laia interrupted, rolling her eyes.

“laia are you trying to intimidate me into saying yes?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow as you faced her. 

she held her hand to her heart as she mocked pain, “nena i would never do that to you”.

“do not lie to her, she wanted me to ask you because she thinks you would be more likely to say yes” alexia explained, you reached over slapping laia on the arm as she tried and failed to move out of your reach. 

“you’re an asshole, codi” rolling your eyes at her, as you began plating dinner for the two of you. 

“si ella es pero, what is your answer?” alexia asked, smiling sweetly whilst her eyes felt like they were staring into your soul, the power the best player in the world had even off the pitch was crazy. 

you ran your hand through your hair as you stood thinking about the offer, it was dead silent and you could feel every set of eyes on you as you tried as quickly as you could to weigh out the pros and cons, but in reality, what's the worst that could happen?

“well i guess if it’s okay with you guys i’d be down for it” you said causally, maybe a part of you was actually quite excited about it.

the spaniards erupted with cheers as laia wrapped her arms around you, picking you up and spinning you around as she cheered, “buena elección mi mejor amiga”. (good choice my best friend)

you laughed as she continued spinning you around, clearly very happy that you had given into her persuasion tactic of getting alexia to ask you. she put you down after a minute or two, picking up the phone and running back into her bedroom as you set the table for the two of you. 

sitting down, you began eating as you waited for laia who seemed to be saying goodbye to her friends when your phone lit up. 

instagram notification - marisabel_rguez : see you soon princesa 

a small smile automatically appeared on your face as you read her message, your heart beat a little faster as you felt the butterflies dance around your stomach. spending a week with misa wearing little clothing definitely wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, and by the way your thighs tensed together at that thought, you were clearly more excited than you thought. 

your fingers moved quickly as you typed your response, carefully crafting a message that would come off as a little flirty but still casual. 

you : could’ve been sooner if you decided to play in england

satisfied with your response, you turned off your phone and continued eating. laia made her way back out to you, sitting across from you at the table with a smirk.

“why are you making that face” scrunching your nose at the suspicious look she was wearing. 

“nada nada, just this will be very fun” she shrugged, her smirk only growing, “and we are going on the plane with leila and meeting alexia, jenni and misa there”.

you tried to contain your smile as you were reminded that leila was joining you, but laia could read you like a book, “hm sounds fun”.

“oye you’re just going to flirt with all my friends whilst we are there and forget about me” she huffed, shaking her head as if she wasn’t the one who has encouraged it multiple times over the course of your friendship. 

“don’t be so dramatic, it’s not all of your friends” you rolled your eyes and her dramaticness “just one or two” you mumbled under your breath. 

your phone lit up again, this time a message from leila catching your eyes. 

instagram notification - leilaouahabi : the highlight of this trip will be seeing you in a bikini

before you could verbally react, your cheeks flushed a deep shade of red at her comment, but the thought of seeing her in a bikini too had you clenching your thighs yet again. a feeling that was starting to become far too familiar. 

“you okay nena?” your bestfriend asked, curiously peeking at your phone as her eyes widened slightly at leila’s forwardness. 

“mhm” you nodded as your whole body continued to heat up, “didn’t realise leila was so bold”.

she nodded slowly as she mumbled, “that’s not even the worst i’ve heard from her”

laia’s words piqued your interest, you raised your eyebrow at her words “meaning?”

“let’s say she has used some descriptive words to describe how she feels about you” you were slightly stunned into silence as you began pushing your food around your plate, not in a bad way, your mind had just become very distracted.

you picked up your phone, not leaving much time for her message to simmer before you wanted to reply, probably coming off as slightly desperate. 

you : i’ll pack my best one for you, it won’t be city blue though 

you were about to put the phone done but you immediately saw the three dots appear to indicate she was typing.

instagram notification - leilaouahabi : i don’t think i can manage with arsenal red, it’ll be better idea to just keep it off

slightly choking on the food you were trying to eat, you turned your phone off and flipped it so it was face down on the table. 

“i’m not even going to ask” laia smiled awkwardly as the two of you continued eating, the text leila had sent you in the back of your mind. 

after having 3 breakdowns about packing, 2 last minute trips to the shops for things you forgot and 1 slightly shouting match with laia over where she had put your gym clothes after emptying the washing machine, you were finally on the plane and somehow you had let laia coax you into the middle seat. the seat in between laia and leila. what could go wrong?

with laia fast asleep on one side of you and leila clutching onto your hand at every small jolt of the plane, it was better than expected. you and leila had the opportunity to actually talk to each other away from the football field, the same bold footballer that had told you she’d rather see you naked than in red wasn’t as brave in person, well not when you were 30,000 feet in the air. 

all the netflix movies you had downloaded for your flight became useless as the two of you sat talking about absolutely everything.

“where’s your favourite place?” you asked in an attempt to distract leila, as she turned your hand white from the grip she had on it as the plane went through a slightly bumpy patch. 

“home but in catalonia, not manchester” she clarified with a small anxious smile, her hand now loosening on yours as started brushing her thumb back and forth against your fingers. 

“do you miss being there? it must be difficult to live so far away from your family” you acknowledged, looking down at the patterns she was now drawing on your hand that was relaxing both you and her. 

“si, mucho” she nodded, “but for my career, it made sense to come to manchester, i needed a new challenge, so i couldn’t say no to manchester city”.

“maybe i should’ve tempted you with arsenal” you smirked, your team's rivalry had a way of appearing in every conversation, “you’d look better in red” she looked incredible in everything she wore but when she wore the red kit for spain she looked incredible. 

she shook her head adamantly, “no nena, you would look much better in city blue, it would make the blue in your eyes pop” she winked.

“well you’re going to have to put up with my very very red bikini” you smiled sweetly.

her tongue flicked over her lips as she cocked her head slightly, a smirk appearing on her face “we both know how i feel about that”.

“shut up” your cheeks instantly flushed a deep red colour as leila laughed at your reaction before changing the conversation back to something that was semi-normal. 

the three of you made your way to the villa you’d be staying at for the next few days, laia had offered to drive and of course leila dibs the front seat due to her ‘long legs’ yet you were left in the back to overthink exactly how this holiday was about to play out. 

you were about to spend a lot of time with two incredibly attractive footballers that apparently had the hots for you in very minimal clothing, your mind was racing in every direction possible.

the two girls in the front had spanish tunes blaring, the both of them singing along to the words that you could barely understand, but you couldn’t help but smile at their pure joy. maybe this was a better picture of what your week was going to look like, rather than the intense sexual tension you were imagining. 

“la guiri is here!” jenni cheered as the three of you walked through the door. 

you turned to laia with a questioning look, “oh it’s just a word for like an annoying tourist, but she means it in a loving way” she explained. 

immediately you were enveloped into a hug from jenni, followed by alexia as they greeted you before asking how your flight had been. you’d be lying if you said you were looking around for misa, the real madrid player not being with her friends as you arrived, but you held your questions. 

it didn’t take long for the four of them to naturally switch into spanish, you definitely couldn’t blame them though, they had invited you onto their holiday so the least you could do was let them speak in the way that was most comfortable for them.

“do you know what they’re saying?” you jumped out of your seat slightly as you turned to face the voice. 

it took you a second to register the sight in front of you, looking down at you was misa in what you assumed was her workout clothes which only consisted of a sports bra and shorts. her hair was slightly damp and there was a slight sheen to her tanned skin that made it look like she was glowing. her abs were on full display, and you were unashamedly looking. 

she interrupted your blatant staring with a cough, forcing your eyes back up to hers. “what did you say?” you asked awkwardly, not even apologising for the way you were eye-fucking her. 

“the spanish, do you understand it?” she reiterated, a cocky smirk now plastered onto her face, pleased with the reaction you’d give her.

“nope, laia has only taught me the basics, and they speak so fast so” you shrugged, briefly looking back over at the four friends before meeting misa’s eyes again. 

“so do i get a hug too?” her head tilting slightly as she smiled down at you.

you nodded, matching her smile, standing up as she made her way in front of you. you held your hand out as she pulled you to your feet, your hands then wrapped around her neck whilst hers snaked around your waist and rested on your lower back. 

it was only for a few seconds but you easily relaxed into her arms. her fingers drew circles on the exposed skin of your back making you melt further into her embrace. even after being in the gym, she smelt incredible, you couldn’t help but fall deeper into bliss.

you were interrupted by a whistle, the two of you breaking apart and facing the direction it had come from. jenni, alexia and laia had wide grins on their face whilst leila had a tense look across her face and her arms were crossed against her chest. 

“please do not fuck infront of us” jenni smiled, earning a playful smack from alexia. 

“in misa’s dreams” leila muttered, refusing to make eye contact with you but sending a deathly glare in misa’s direction. 

you were hesitant to question leila’s tone, worried you had misheard what the spaniard had said and somehow created a sense of jealousy in your head, instead opting to go to your assigned room to unpack your things and settle for a bit.

it didn’t take you long to unpack, probably 20 minutes or so, and you were eager to get yourself out into the sun. opting for the bright red bikini you packed, you slipped on your coverup and made your way outside to the pool. as you walked through the house you noticed it had become eerily quiet, none of them were sitting on the sofas as they previously were, yet there was a faint buzz of spanish music coming from the pool. 

slipping out of the doors, you were met with a tanned dark haired woman spread across a sunlonger, dressed in a white bikini that left little to the imagination with the addition of a black cap that presumably was keeping the sun out of her face. as you got closer you noticed the tattoos that were littered along her arms, recognising that they belong to the man city player that had joined you. part of you felt rude for interrupting her when she looked so at peace, it was as if it she was in her natural element, but 

“hola” you hummed, placing your things down on the adjacent sunlounger as you began to take off your coverup. 

she jumped slightly, her alarmed expression switching to a sweet smile as she looked up at you “oye carino you scared me”

you giggled at her response, “where did everyone go?” you asked, laying out your towel before planting yourself on the sunlounger. 

“hm i think they went to the shops for food but i offered to stay with you instead” her smile now turning into a smirk that was somewhat cheeky but also really cheesy.

you rolled your eyes playfully at her words, “how kind of you ouahabi, i’ll remember that next time one of your tackles knocks me off my feet”.

“i’m known for sweeping girls off their feet, sometimes literally” she laughed with a small shrug. 

you knew leila was bold, laia had told you a few stories about the things she’d do on nights out when she first peaked your interest, but you didn’t know just how bold she was until the dm’s she had sent you. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy this side of her, it was relaxed and cheeky and you liked it a lot. 

a comfortable silence fell amongst the two of you, leila softly singing the tune of the music that was playing from speaker she had placed next to her sunlonger. in your moments of relaxation you had forgotten about applying any form of sun protection on your back, which probably wasn’t the best idea considering the sun that was beating down on you. 

gaining some courage you spoke up, now propping yourself on your elbows, “leila, can you put some suncream on my back? i was going to ask laia but she obviously disappeared”

you could physically see the gulp as her mouth parted slightly, you waited for an answer, one of your eyebrows raising slightly as you questioned her reluctance. “if not it’s okay” you added, worried you had made her somewhat uncomfortable. 

her eyes widened at your words as she sat up quickly, “no no” she cleared her throat, “of course i can, i was just uh.. translating what you said in my head” a nervous smile on her face as her legs moved to the side of her sunlounger signalling you to turn your back to her. 

moving your hair to your shoulder, you shuffled back, handing her the suncream over your shoulder, it took a couple seconds longer than you anticipated for the cool lotion. as her hands met your back a shiver ran down your spine. her hands moved in slow, firm strokes, drawing patterns in a way that was soothing and methodical. you caught your eyes closing for a moment as you were lulled into a state of relaxation. 

reluctantly her hands were removed from your back, forcing your eyes to open in the sad realisation that the moment you were sharing was over. 

“thank you” you mumbled, shuffling yourself until you were laying back on the sunlounger, in your original position. 

as you got comfortable, the only thing on your mind was the feeling of leila’s hands against your skin, to you it felt intimate, as if the two of you had a moment that held some kind of meaning, but her initial hesitance had you questioning if she felt the same. maybe she wasn’t as bold as you initially anticipated. 

some more time passed in which comfortable silence fell back between the two of you, your eyes closed in an attempt to shield yourself from the sun allowing you to relax as much as possible. it wasn’t until you heard shuffling next to you that your eyes peaked open, your eyesight drifted to leila who was now standing at the end of her sunlounger, yet her eyes were firmly planted on you. 

from the corner of your eye, you watched as her eyes travelled up and down your body, her tongue dragging across her bottom lip before catching her lip between her teeth for a second, completely unaware of your eyes on her. the way she looked at you was predatory, you felt as if you were sinking into your chair a little more every second that her eyes were locked onto you. it was as if you were hers to use as she pleased, and you were more than okay with it. 

your eyes finally locked with hers. her eyes instantly widened as if she was a deer in headlights.

“i’m going to cool down in the pool” she spoke, excusing herself quickly before submerging herself in the pool within seconds. 

your gaze was fixed on her as her head popped out of the water, she lifted her hands, fingers sliding through the wet strands in a slow and effortless way, the sunlight reflecting off of her dark hair which made her look as if she was straight from the gods. it had your thighs clenching together for any form of friction. 

you were quickly snapped out of your daze from jenni cannonballing into the pool with a scream, causing a large splash to fly in your direction. 

you let out a sharp gasp, “jesus jenni, im soaked”, water droplets dripping down your half bare body.

“surprised to hear jenni’s name in that sentence and not misa’s or leila’s” laia said, emerging from the doors of the house to the pool area. 

“i hate you so much” you squinted your eyes in her direction, as you wiped the water from your arms. 

“you might as well get in the pool now too” laia laughed, placing her stuff next to you. 

her close proximity was all the invitation you needed. standing up quickly, you wrapped yourself around her, pressing your soaked body against her dry clothes.

“get off asshole” laia half-cried, squirming as she tried to pry your arms off, but she wasn’t quite strong enough.

“nope, this is what you get” you only tightened your grip, rocking her side to side as she continued to struggle.

when she finally stilled, you let go, stepping back with a satisfied and incredibly cocky grin. 

laia narrowed her eyes, “you’re going to regret that, estúpida” she lunged for you, causing you to instinctively took a few hurried steps back, only to collide with something solid.

before you could react, strong arms wrapped around you, effortlessly lifting you off the ground.

“lo siento princesa, time for a swim!” a familiar voice teased behind you. of course it was misa. 

your heart dropped as she carried you to the edge of the pool, your kicks and desperate pushes doing nothing against her ridiculous strength “misa don’t do it” you yelped.

she hummed in amusement, “hmm but you’d look so pretty wet” her voice dripped with smugness, you could practically hear the smirk on her face. 

before you could protest any further, you were airborne then plunged into the cold water with a splash. 

the rest of the day was spent relaxing, taking in the beautiful ibiza sun whilst trying your best to not get too burned, something the spanairds had already teased you about. you didn’t have any real plans for your first day on holiday, opting to take it slow with a few excursions scattered over your week's holiday. 

dinner was relatively simple, laia decided to take charge in the kitchen to avoid any food poisoning yet it was impossible to avoid the bickering that happened between misa and laia about what was being cooked and how laia was doing it ‘wrong’. a quick google search proved that laia was in fact doing it right and misa had just seen a tiktok hack that didn’t actually work. leila attempted to reason with misa before it got to the google search but misa was set in the opinion, jenni and alexia ended up staying out of it, choosing to watch the two argue whilst laughing under their breath.

you had a relatively early night, choosing to miss out on another round of drinks and yet another argument about who had the right uno rules. spoiler alert - it was you. but you had a plan for tomorrow ; gym in the morning and a boat trip for most of the day.

waking up you felt refreshed, the sun always made you feel like a brand new person, which was the perfect mood to be in for a holiday gym session. 

you got changed into a pair of your arsenal shorts and a sports bra, grabbing a towel and some water, before making your way to the gym attached to your villa. 

familiar songs made their way from the gym, you were shocked someone had made their way to the gym before you, but you were on holiday with some of the biggest footballers in the world, what else did you expect. 

opening the door you were met with misa, dressed in black shorts and a white sports bra, her hair had been thrown on top of her head into a messy bun, yet she looked incredible. misa was effortlessly pretty, she could’ve been dragged through a bush and she’d still come out looking out of this world. 

you paused at the door as you watched her body move, she seemed to be adding weights to a bar in front of the mirror. as she picked up the large circular weights, the muscles in her arms instantly became more defined.

the sound of a weight dropping snapped you out of your thoughts which had been running wild, misa turned round, meeting your presence with a smile. 

“beunas dias princesa, how did you sleep?” she asked, now standing up straight to meet your eyeline.

“good morning” you chirped, now walking into the area, placing your things down on the bench, “i slept really good, how did you sleep?”

“mine was good, i went to bed pretty soon after you did” she explained, you couldn’t tell if she was hinting that your lack of presence had sent her to bed early even when she was still surrounded by her close friends. “do you want to workout together?” she added.

you nodded in agreement, gathering your hair in your hands to scoop it back into a low bun “don’t go easy on me”

“i wasn’t planning to. but if you beg nicely, maybe i’ll let you catch your breath” yet again, her voice was laced with a pure cocky attitude, but this time you were going to rise to her level. 

you raised a brow, smirking. "oh, misa, i didn’t know you liked hearing me beg. should i be concerned?"

she leaned in slightly, you were met with an intoxicating scent of perfume that had your brain malfunctioning for a second, “only if you’re not going to”.

you bit your lip, holding her gaze. "guess you’ll just have to work for it, then." you left her standing there with a stupid grin on her face as you brushed past her to begin your warm up. 

“are you going to keep standing there like an idiot or come and warm up?” you questioned, looking at her from over your shoulder. her eyebrows slightly furrowed as if she was surprised with your newfound attitude towards her, but the small smile that appeared had you thinking she was a fan of it. 

the two of you bounced off each other throughout the hour workout, making stupid jokes but also having normal everyday conversations that had you learning much more about her than you thought this trip would reveal. of course there was still an underlying flirty attitude to both of your words, but you genuinely enjoyed getting to know misa even with the cocky smirk she had on her face as she watched you squat. 

towards the end of your work out, you were both starting to get slightly out of breath, you had been pushing each other in slight competition as you completed each of your sets. you made your way over to the bench where you had previously dropped your stuff, hoping to catch your breath. 

but that plan was quickly interrupted when misa casually plopped down on a nearby bench, leaning back with her arms stretched behind her, taking slow, deliberate breaths. you couldn’t help but watch as her chest rose and fell with each breath, the movement captivating. the glistening sheen of sweat on her skin caught the light, making every shift of her muscles more defined. after a moment, she shifted, leaning forward with her arms now resting on her thighs, still drawing in deep, steady breaths. you couldn’t look away. 

you couldn’t tell how long your gaze had been fixed on her, it felt physically impossible to avert your eyes in any direction when the sight in front of you felt like an art piece. yet it was probably affecting you more than you realised as a heat between your legs grew and your heart rate picked up. 

that’s when her eyes found yours, her classic smirk quickly appearing on her face, “te gusta lo que ves?” she asked, a cocky head tilt matching her smirk. 

you nodded without realising what you had down you had earnt an eyebrow raise from misa, your eyes widened as you quickly shock your head “i uh i’m going to shower bye” you spoke so quickly you were sure she didn’t fully understand, but you didn’t give her the chance to ask as you darted out of the room. 

after showering and getting ready for the day you tried to form some kind of plan of how you were going to approach the day. both leila and misa were sending you signals, yet you weren’t sure where it was going beyond those signals. considering you were about to spend the rest of the day on a boat in the mediterranean sea with plenty of alcohol, you needed some kind of game plan. 

your mental planning was interrupted as laia burst through the door, announcing her arrival with a very dramatic good morning before she dropped a bomb, “i heard what happened this morning”.

automatically your jaw dropped, “what the fuck”.

“i can’t believe you basically undressed her with your eyes, you should have fucked her” she giggled, poking her fingers into your arms causing you to swat her hand away. 

“laia shut up incase they can hear you” you hissed, “i couldn’t help it, she’s been flirting with me this whole time and the way she looked in the gym was just… i have no words for it” you tired to justify your actions but honestly you were just babbling. 

“clearly both misa and leila want to fuck you, so what are you going to do? fuck them both at the same time?” she spoke as if it was an outrageous idea, yet it had your brain thinking, which must’ve been obvious by your face, “oh my god you’re going to fuck them at the same time!”

“that’s not what i was thinking, you asshole” you muttered, your cheeks glowing red at the thought, “they don’t feel like that, you’re making it serious, it’s obviously just fun” you shook your head adamantly. 

“mhm that’s not what i’ve heard, they sai-” laia started to explain before being cut off by the sound of jenni’s voice echoing through the halls.

“laia, is the guiri ready?” jenni shouted. 

“tell her to remember her suncream and hurry up” alexia shouted shortly after her. 

you grabbed your bag that you had filled with all your essentials, especially your suncream, and walked towards the door, realising laia hadn’t followed your lead you turned back to see her sat on the edge of your bed with her mouth still slightly open as if she was about to say something. “are you coming?” you asked.

she snapped out of her gaze, “yes yes im ready”, pushing her up as she followed you out the door. 

it was a short walk to the boat, one that had been privately rented by alexia and somehow jenni had the right qualification to drive it which surprised you more than you’d like to admit and had you looking for the life jackets as soon as your foot stepped onto the boat.

it didn’t take long for the boat to be anchored in a beautiful cove that looked like something out of brochure. you were surrounded by beautiful cliffs, water which was so blue you could see the fishes swimming and a small beach of perfect white sand. it felt like a paradise away from the rest of the world, one that you very much enjoyed being in. 

you were laid on a towel at the front of the boat, sunglasses shielding your eyes as you tried to stay focused on the book you had bought with you. the sun was beaming down on you, mixing with the bright orange bikini you had decided on wearing. it was lighting up your skin as if it glowed, a sight which had both leila and misa’s eyes drifting across your body. 

“carino would you like a drink?” leila asked, causing you to look up from your book. she stood in front of you, shielding your eyes momentarily as the sun lit up around her. 

“mmm yes please” you practically moaned at the thought of a cold drink helping you cool down. 

your reaction had leila’s eyes wide as a grin appeared on her face, “if i knew that was how to make you moan i would’ve said it a lot sooner”.

“oh you wish it was that easy ouahabi, surprise me with your choice of drink” you smiled sweetly, causing leila to turn on her heels as she walked over to the makeshift kitchen in the shaded area of the boat. 

she made her way back in a few minutes, causing you to pop yourself up on your elbows as she knelt down to you on the floor, “try” she smiled, pushing the glass into your awaiting hand. 

you held the drink to your lips, the condensation on the glass slowly dripping onto your chest as you took a sip, your mouth quickly overwhelmed with a cool tropical flavour followed by the hint of an alcohol you couldn’t quite put your finger on. 

“leila this is delicious” you complimented, savouring the taste on your lips, “where did you learn to do this?”.

“i’m always on drinks duty when we have parties or celebrations” she shrugged smugly. 

you giggle at her, the way she spoke was so casual but you could tell she was proud of the mixologist title she had been given. she got herself comfortable on the floor next to you, her legs now crossed as she sat with you. you continued sipping on your drink as she told you some of her favourite recipes, you admired the way she spoke, it had an incredibly cheesy grin across your face. 

you must've sat there for a while as the conversation naturally drifted to the other plans you had for the off season as your drink had become empty and your head had a slight buzz to it. you were sure the drink didn’t contain a lot of alcohol but as an athlete you very rarely drank so when you did your tolerance was zero. 

“having fun?” a voice questioned, you craned your neck upwards to see a very wet misa in front of you.

“misa!” you smiled, happy with her presence but even more thrilled by the incredibly sexy sight that was standing right in front of you, “did you go for a swim?”.

“siii, it was beautiful, but not as beautiful as you” she winked, whilst it was incredibly cheesy, you couldn’t help but be a little bit affected by it as your cheeks heated up, “the others are still on the beach”. 

misa sat with the three of you, conversation flowing effortlessly, as if you’d all been friends for years. there was an ease to it, but your focus kept flickering elsewhere. you couldn’t ignore the way misa’s hand inched closer to your thigh, her confidence growing with every passing moment. your eyebrow lifted slightly at her boldness, but you didn’t move away.

leila had excused herself to refill your drink allowing misa to take full advantage of the opportunity of having you alone for a few minutes. her fingers ghosted over your outer thigh, tracing lazy swirls against your skin. the sensation was subtle but impossible to ignore, sending a warmth through you that you tried to suppress. without making it obvious, you shifted slightly, searching for some kind of friction without the embarrassment of pressing your thighs together too openly.

misa noticed. of course she did. her gaze flickered to yours, amusement dancing behind her dark eyes, an innocent smile curving her lips.

"¿qué?" she asked, lifting her free hand to run her fingers through her hair, a simple movement, yet undeniably sexy.

"nada," you muttered, a shiver running up your spine, making your back arch ever so slightly under her touch. despite the cool breeze, your body was burning.

she chuckled, her fingers pressing just a bit harder against your thigh. "princesa, i’ve barely touched you, and you’re already arching your back?" the innocence in her smile faded into something more knowing, a smirk tugging at her lips.

you shook your head quickly, refusing to give her the satisfaction of knowing exactly how easily she was unraveling you. "it was just a cold shiver… from the, uh, wind," you stammered, though you didn’t even believe your own excuse.

misa’s smirk deepened. "of course, amor. very strange, though, since you’re the only one who felt it." she shrugged, her fingers sliding a little higher, creeping toward your inner thigh. she squeezed lightly, just enough to make your breath hitch. "so this isn’t affecting you at all, then?"

you shook your head, lips pressed together in a weak attempt to maintain composure. speaking would only make it worse.

she studied you for a moment, clearly unconvinced, but before she could push you any further, leila dropped back into her seat beside you.

"here’s your drink!" she grinned, handing it to you.

you took it without hesitation, gulping it down like it was your only lifeline, hoping somehow that the cold liquid would cool the heat surging through you. 

the two spaniards simply laughed at your quick action, “debiste haberla visto, esto va a ser muy fácil” misa spoke proudly, but the spanish was far too advanced and fast for you to understand anything. (you should have seen her, this is going to be so easy)

“mi turno ahora” leila matched misa’s energy, whilst your spanish wasn’t up to their level, you could definitely tell what she meant. (my turn now)

your eyes flickered between the two of them, unsure of what to say or do, completely at their mercy, not that you minded. lying between them, you felt like a toy for them to play with, and the thought alone sent a thrill through you.

leila reached out, her fingers curling around a strand of your hair, twirling it idly before tucking it behind your ear. the simple touch sent warmth down your spine, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned into her hand, craving more. but just as quickly as she granted it, she took it away, her fingers drifting lower.

she traced a slow path from your shoulder, her touch featherlight as it skimmed down your neck, across your collarbone, and to the center of your chest. her hand lingered there for a moment, just long enough to make your breath hitch, before continuing downwards. the soft brush of her fingertips dipped between your breasts, teasingly tugging at the fabric of your bikini top as they passed.

what started as delicate touches turned into something more as her entire palm flattened against your stomach, stopping just before your waistband. every movement set your skin ablaze, the anticipation burning through you as her touch took over your skin. you hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath, too caught up in the way her touch mapped out your body.

something had flipped in leila, her newfound confidence a stark difference from the same person that was stuttering over putting suncream on your back. 

she removed her hand, snapping you out of the bliss that she had effortlessly put you in, her lip tugging at her bottom lip as she looked at you, “you were right misa, she’s so easy”.

you swallowed hard as they talked about you as if you weren’t there, your legs now firmly clenching together as all efforts to withhold the obvious physical effect they had on you had disappeared. 

“easy?” you questioned leila’s words, “i’m not easy” you huffed, somewhat frustrated at the way they perceived you as if you hadn’t turned to putty in their hands in front of their. 

“cari, you’re practically begging for us to touch you, but of course you aren’t easy” leila mocked, pouting at you as she looked down on you.

you scoffed, shifting slightly as if that would somehow ease the tension thrumming through your body. "i don’t beg" you repeated, though the breathiness in your voice betrayed you. "i just know what i want."

leila’s smirk didn’t waver as she dragged a slow finger down your arm. "oh, cariño," she murmured, tilting her head.

"and what is it you want, hmm?" misa spoke, having your head snapping in her direction.

your lips parted, but no words came out at first, your breath unsteady under their piercing gazes. you shifted slightly, heart pounding as your fingers curled into your lap.

"i… i don’t know," you admitted softly, voice barely above a whisper. your body, however, told a different story, silently pleading for them to decide for you.

you watched as they shared a look, “i think we can figure that out” misa hummed in response. 

“we definitely can” leila confirmed with a soft nod, “after we get back to the villa” she added, shattering the hope that had been building in finally getting what you wanted after all the relentless build up you’d been experiencing. 

“why after?” your eyes gave her a pleading look, trying to convince her with just a look was probably hopeless, but it was worth a short. 

“you want us to fuck you on a boat for our friends to see? very brave of you princesa” misa purred, her hand reaching out and tugging on the string of your bikini bottoms ever so slightly. 

your eyes widened as you shook your head slightly, whilst the idea of them touching you here and now was incredible, you knew you wouldn’t be able to stand the endless teasing from your best friend if she saw how you were about to hand yourself over to them on a plate. 

“that’s what we thought” leila smiled, giving the signal to misa to pull on the string, causing it to fall next to you before you gasped and scrambled to retie it, worried that your friends would reappear on the boat any second. 

the two of them stood up, almost as if it was planned, “we are going to eat, are you joining us?” leila asked, nudging her head to the selection of fresh fruit and other snacks that had been catered as per alexia’s request. 

you shook your head politely as you stood to your feet, “i think i need to go for a swim and cool off”.

making your way to the back of the boat, you dived in without hesitation, the water being a desperate relief from the heat still coursing through your body. you wasted no time swimming towards the shore, where jenni and laia had decided that burying alexia in the sand was their newest form of entertainment.

most of the time on the beach was spent in your determined attempt to build a sandcastle without a bucket. every time you took your hands away, laia took it as an open invitation to knock it down, grinning as she ruined your progress. after the third time, you grabbed her ankle, sending her tumbling into the sand with a surprised yelp. the three of you sat giggly as the now incredibly sandy laia sent daggers in your direction.

eventually, the four of you made your way back to the boat, deciding it was time to return to the villa and unwind before getting ready for dinner. the day had been long, the sun still warm against your skin, but the lingering saltwater clinging to your body left you desperate for a shower. 

the moment you stepped inside, you beelined for the bathroom, grateful that your room had an ensuite, no waiting, no interruptions, just the promise of fresh, clean skin. time seemed to slip away as you stood under the spray, letting the heat soothe your muscles and refresh you entirely. by the time you stepped out, your body felt lighter, your damp hair falling in waves down your back as you pulled on a pair of soft shorts and a sports bra to lounge in.

swinging the bathroom door open, you were stopped in your tracks. 

leila and misa were sitting at the edge of your bed, their gazes locked onto you with knowing smirks. your stomach flipped as the memory of what had happened on the boat, the promise from the boat rushing back to your mind.

"you didn’t forget, did you, princesa?" misa’s voice was smooth yet firm, her arms crossed over her chest as she eyed you. the authority in her tone sent goosebumps racing up your arms, a shiver rolling through you as you processed what was happening.

you swallowed, quickly shaking your head. "no, of course not”, you lied. between playing on the beach and the trance-like calm of your shower, the promise they had made had momentarily slipped your mind. however the dull ache between your legs made it clear, it hadn’t forgotten for a second.

leila’s lips curled into a smirk, tilting her head slightly. "of course, amor," she murmured, her voice softer than misa’s but no less commanding. "come here."

the contrast of your predictions between them had your head spinning. leila, the one who would hold you, whisper soft praises against your skin, while misa was rougher, teasing, pushing you past your limits. at least, that’s what you assumed. boy you were wrong. 

hesitantly, you stepped forward, drawn into leila’s presence like she had an invisible pull on you. her hands reached for you instantly, fingers splaying across your waist as she guided you between her legs with ease. the warmth of her touch seeped into your skin, grounding you in the moment.

you were so focused on her that you almost didn’t notice misa standing until she was right behind you. her hands ghosted over your back, fingers tracing absent patterns over the ink etched into your skin. the teasing touch had you holding your breath, until they finally settled on your shoulders, pressing firmly as she began to knead the tension from your muscles.

the sensation had you instinctively tilting your head back, leaving your neck vulnerable, something that misa quickly noticed. her lips brushed against your skin, pressing slow, deliberate kisses that sent a shudder through your entire body. a quiet whimper threatened to escape your lips.

and then there was leila, her hands still moving, still exploring, mapping your body with a featherlight touch that somehow burned hotter than anything. every caress, every whisper of contact sent jolts of electricity through your veins. you were completely at their mercy. and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

your door swung open as laia came rushing it but was instantly stopped in her tracks before she could ask if you wanted to play mario kart on the switch she had bought. she stood rapidly blinking at the sight in front of her, clearly unsure of what to do before turning around and making a clear run for the door. 

“i told you so” she shouted before slamming the door behind her. 

your cheeks flushed red at the slight embarrassment you now felt after your best friend had seen you in this position, but the sets of hands that had taken hold of your body quickly refocused you on the situation that was developing with you at the centre. 

“you ready for some fun, carino?” leila mummered, her gaze locking onto you with a teasing smile

the look in her eyes had you nodding instantly, your breath hitching in anticipation. 

“oh you have no idea” misa whispered against your ear, voice dripping with a mix of mischief and smugness.

a/n - only half proof read, soz x

[misettemisette]

Updated

POEPLE, MORE MISA FIC PLEASE 🥵​

MASTERLIST

Starting over In Madrid

Misa Rodriguez x reader

Summary : After moving to Madrid as Real Madrid's new photographer, Nicky can’t seem to take her eyes off the pretty face Misa Rodríguez. But how will she handle her growing desire for the Canarian goalkeeper when her contract strictly forbids dating players?

WC: way too much TW: at some point angst, smut +18, but still a lot of fluff PS: French writer / I wrote this story last year, that explained some of the players are not in the team anymore. Anyway, it's a parallel univers so I do what I want

Chapter 1 ➺ A harder job than I thought Chapter 2 ➺ Clearly on a bad slope Chapter 3 ➺ Calmly panicking Chapitre 4 ➺ Hell Clasico Chapter 5 ➺ Valleys and Peaks Chapter 6 ➺ Paris est magique Chapter 7 ➺ In the Haze

> Around 15 chapter total

MISA FIC REC

A Poorly Planned Escape by @skalfy A Reputation for Good Taste by @skalfy

You Can't Talk No Sh*t Without Penalties (Misa Rodriguez x Marta Cardona) by @copper-16

Just Let Go 1 2 3 4 5 by @girlgenius1111 To the brink by @girlgenius1111 No one speaks to you like that by @girlgenius1111

swipe, like, love, misa x reader by @starrynights-sunnyskies a clash to keep her by @starrynights-sunnyskies mine to save by @starrynights-sunnyskies mine to protect by @starrynights-sunnyskies

One night in Ibiza (Misa Rodríguez x Hermoso!Reader) by @pitchsidestories

Sleepy Cuddles by @suckerforblondeathletes

Change of heart by @inuyashaluver

Jump scare by @wileys-russo

[misettemisette]

Chapter 7 ➺ In the Haze

Starting over In Madrid

Summary: After moving to Madrid as Real Madrid's new photographer, Nicky can’t seem to take her eyes off the pretty face Misa Rodríguez. But how will she handle her growing desire for the Canarian goalkeeper when her contract strictly forbids dating players? WC: 6,5K words TW: smut +18 PS: French writer Chapter 1 ➺ A harder job than I thought Chapter 2 ➺ Clearly on a bad slope Chapter 3 ➺ Calmly panicking Chapter 4 ➺ Hell Clásico Chapter 5 ➺ Valleys and Peaks Chapter 6 ➺ Paris est magique

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I woke up to the sound of a particularly loud rumbling motor on the street. My eyes felt puffy. I blinked several times, a bit dazed by the soft light filtering into the unfamiliar room. The first thing I noticed was the tan, tattooed arm draped across my torso, the hand at the end completely limp. My gaze tracked back to the silhouette of a young brunette, fast asleep next to me, her broad, muscular back emerging from the white bedsheets, slowly rising and falling with every breath.

Her face was turned to the side, pressed comfortably against the pillow. I peered at her profile, and traced her features with my eyes: her forehead, her thick brow, still slightly furrowed even in sleep, her closed almond-shaped eye…, the bridge of her nose with the small gold ring on her nostril, the tip of it almost brushing my shoulder. My gaze dropped to her lips, plump, barely parted, all her muscles completely relaxed. Her chin was half-buried in the plush pillow.

I resisted the urge to kiss her cute, peaceful face, not wanting to wake her just yet. Instead, I simply stayed there, looking at her as something warm and light fluttered in my stomach. I couldn’t believe she was here, next to me, her arm still resting over me as if to make sure I was close even in sleep.

I sighed and breathed out, fighting the urge to take her in my arms and hold her tight. But she looked so serene, I couldn’t bring myself to disturb the sleep she needed so much. I, myself, had barely slept at all since she had snored nearly the entire night. But I couldn’t blame her. Not when there was nowhere else I’d rather be.

I realized with a jolt I did’t even know what time it was. We were still in the Parisian hotel, and we had to leave the room by 11. The sunlight pushed insistently against the curtains. Had we overslept? Neither Misa nor I had thought about setting an alarm.

Moving as carefully as possible, I reached for my phone on the bedside table and turned on the screen. 9:50. Phew. We still had time to get ready, and to figure out a plan for Misa to sneak her things out of her own room.

Beside me, the goalkeeper stirred. I quickly put my phone back on the table and turned toward her. Misa smiled sleepily and snuggled in closer, her arm tightening around my waist. I felt the warmth of her breath against my neck as she settled herself back to sleep and I bit back a whimper of emotion, pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, inhaling the scent of her hair as I cuddled her gently.

“Misa, you have to wake up…” I murmured.

“Dormir más… porfi…” she grunted against me, her drowsy voice slightly higher-pitched than usual.

“We have to leave the room soon,” I reminded her, stroking her long hair and placing another kiss on her forehead. 

She groaned and squeezed me tighter. I ran my mouth over her temple, then her cheekbone, pressing kisses here and there. Misa stirred, beginning to wake. When I reached her mouth, the wet contact roused her fully.

“Humm…” she hummed, pulling away before rolling onto her back and stretching with a yawn, her bare chest emerging from the sheets. A hot throb pulsed through my lower body. She grabbed her phone, scrolling and typing something, completely at ease in her nakedness. I forced myself to look away, my pulse quickening.

After a few minutes, she spoke. “Hayley says hi and hopes we had a good night.” I snorted. “Did you sleep well?” she added.

“Yeah, alright,” I said unconvincingly, avoiding her gaze.

“¿Qué pasa? Oh… did I snore?” she asked, already looking apologetic.

I frowned and nodded, giving her an awkward, guilty smile.

“Perdón, Nicky. I know I do. My teammates avoid sharing a room with me when they can,” she admitted.

“That’s not a good enough reason for me to not have you in my bed,” I teased, smiling.

She laughed and dropped her phone.

Then, in a swift motion, she flipped onto her side and pulled me into a kiss, deep, heated, and demanding. I hadn’t been prepared for the intensity. Her tongue pushed its way inside my mouth, rolling and pressing against mine. I moaned, instantly caught in the rush. My body, still sluggish with sleep, jolted back to life at the sensations: her heated kiss, her bare skin brushing against mine, our chests touching, her hands trailing along my sides, her thigh slipping between mine… Misa had let me take the lead last night. Now, she was claiming her revenge.

She wandered her kisses down my neck, and I barely managed to grab her face, trying to stay sensible. “Misa! We don’t have time!”

She pulled back slightly, a wicked glint in her brown eyes. The look alone made my pulse hammer between my legs.

“It can be quick…” she whispered in my ear, her breath hot, “but I better get to it, then.”

Her teeth grazed my skin. I gasped, my entire body surrendering in an instant.

And when her lips found my breast, I knew there was no stopping her now. Misa’s tongue went to my stomach, kissing my ribs, making me shiver, licking her way to my pelvis. I was panting, finding it more and more difficult to remain silent.

My hips began to stir as the goalkeeper settle herself between my spread legs. I rubbed my face and glanced at the woman who was ready to send me to another planet. She locked her dark eyes on mine, ensnared each of my thighs and dragged me down to her mouth in a swift move. My body was stretched out at full length, my head falling back on the mattress, my arms sliding upward and I whined in surprise as I felt her tongue between my legs at once.

I couldn’t hold the first whimper when she began to lick me slowly. Her tongue was precise, the pressure perfect. I quickly pressed my hands over my mouth and was glad my cries were muffled when she added her fingers, sliding them from up to down to go with her mouth. I gripped the bedsheets, struggling to stay quiet as pleasure crashed over me in waves.

When her fingers neared my entrance, I thought I was loosing my mind, my nails raking her shoulders, urging her to enter, and she led them inside, just to curl them slightly without moving. My feet dragged on the sheets, struggling to find rest, trying to escape her overwhelming touch. My thighs trembled as I felt my orgasm building at an unstoppable pace. It was too much, too intense, too difficult to stay silent, to not moan, to not shout her name. I was on the edge, about to explode.

The restraint and the liberation melted a second later, and I came silently, but with a force that had my body shaking uncontrollably. 

Misa was at my side at once, enfolding me in her arms and covering me with light kisses. I snuggled against her, still catching my breath, inhaling the smell of sex and sweat on her skin.

“Misa,” I whispered, feeling her embrace tighten around me.

I had lost all sense of time, lost in the feeling of her, completely consumed by pleasure.

After a moment, she murmured, “I’m going to shower,” and gently got up.

I stretched across the bed, still basking in the fading aftershocks, watching as Misa grabbed her phone once again.

“Quince minutos!” she boasted, flexing her muscles with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

I smirked. “Happy with your performance, Misa Rodríguez? One gold medal isn’t enough for you?”

She crouched in front of me. “Never enough! But did I win it?”

I traced my finger over her lips. “Hmm… I’m not giving it to you yet. That would be too easy.”

She snorted, then pressed her mouth to mine in a lingering kiss.

“I’ll take the challenge,” she whispered against my lips. “You coming to shower with me?”

“I’d love to, but I’m a weak woman, and we’re really running out of time.”

Misa winked. “Probably wiser.”

She stood up, collected her clothes from the floor, and disappeared into the bathroom.

***

I had been back in Madrid for a few days, and all I could think about was when I would see her again. By see her, I mostly meant hook up with her again. Far from satisfying me, sleeping with Misa had only driven me completely mad about her.

The night of our return, I had dreamed of her lying naked on my sofa, eyes hooded, her soft voice whispering naughty words as I watched her from head to toe. I had woken up drenched, longing for the scent of her skin, shivering at the thought of her hands gliding over my sides and falling on my breast. I needed her touch, gentle, demanding, and was dying to caress her, to discover what she liked best, to hear our sighs blend together, to cling to her as I surrendered to pleasure. 

Of course, consequently, I was failing miserably at slipping back into my solitary routine. To distract myself, I had taken a few walks around the city, picking up where I had left off with my personal photography. I had always loved working on my own, and urban photography suited me well. Madrid’s uneven rooftops and bustling streets had provided the perfect playground. Pleased with some of my shots, I had settled into a cozy café in my neighborhood and called Angela. She had wanted every detail about my trip to Paris, especially the concretization of the ending she had been expecting. Having her support eased the stress of breaking my employment contract’s rules. Angela kept saying the clause was nonsense, and I agreed, especially when, somehow, Misa made everything in my life feel right.

My mom called too, and immediately noticed something unusually lively in my voice, but to my relief, she bought my explanation about being super excited by the upcoming photoshoot. There was no way I was going to tell my family about Misa yet. The truth was, I felt like a teenager all over again. Reason had vanished, leaving endless thrill to take over me. Misa was so intense, so complete, soft and caring yet fierce and strong. And then there was her goofiness, her moments of insecurity, all wrapped up in the most gorgeous woman I had ever hooked up with.

We only had exchanged a few texts since Paris, casual, still a bit flirty and she had finally offered to honor her promise to teach me football. The prospect of it had filled me with a peaceful kind of anticipation. We had agreed to meet at a local stadium in the north of Madrid, the Ciudad not worthing the risk of being caught. But honestly, we could have agreed to meet at a gas station, for what I cared. As long as I got to see her again outside of work, as long as I could be close to her, I would be just fine.

***

The sun was still high in the sky on that spring afternoon, casting long golden rays over the nearly empty stadium. Dressed in a full Real Madrid training kit, a sports bag slung over my shoulder, I arrived and scanned the empty parking lot for Misa. My heart skipped when I spotted her gray car approaching the entrance. She parked right in front of me, waving through the windshield as she turned off the engine.

Suddenly, I felt both nervous and eager to see her again.

She stepped out of the car, the sun soaking into her dark hair, making her squint as she straightened up. A broad smile lit her face as she walked toward me.

"Hola, Nicky! ¿Cómo estás? Ready to suffer?"

"Hey, Misa. Muy bien, and you? Hang on, when did suffering become part of the plan?" I protested, but her teasing tone immediately put me at ease.

The footballer came closer. "I’m going to turn you into the next football star, of course you're going to suffer! Behave, and I’ll be nice," she joked, a glint in her eyes. She was clearly excited to share her passion, and I was already dying to kiss her.

"I'm not scared of you, you know?" I said, lifting my chin and puffing out my chest.

Misa’s smile dropped as she furrowed her brows and gave me a hard stare.

"Okay, okay! I am a bit afraid…of that Misa. The one on the pitch!" I admitted, because, truth be told, she could be very intimidating when she was in game mode.

The goalkeeper burst out laughing. "Funciona todo el tiempo! Come on, let’s get started," she said, motioning for me to follow her.

We walked to the center of the pitch. I had laced up the smaller football cleats Misa had lent me, still getting used to how they gripped the grass with each step. Meanwhile, she jogged ahead of me, effortlessly dribbling the ball at her feet, her body moving with the kind of ease and confidence that came from years of training. She belonged on a football pitch.

"Okay, Nicky, we’ll start with controls and passes," she instructed, stopping a few meters away from me. "When I send the ball to you, block it with the inside of your foot. Vale?"

I nodded. Misa passed the ball toward me, and I angled my foot the way she had explained. It bounced against it and stopped.

"¡Vale! Now push it back to me. We’ll pass it back and forth, just like that."

"Got it!" I kicked the ball back to her, and we exchanged a few passes until I inevitably messed up.

Misa chuckled. "Bueno, Nicky! Now, let’s work on dribbling. Come with me."

She demonstrated the technique, explaining how I needed to push the ball forward with the tips of my feet while running. It seemed more difficult, but even knowing I had no chance of impressing Misa, I was determined to give it my best shot.

I took off, trying to keep control of the ball, but immediately struggled with direction. I kept kicking too far to the right or left, breaking my rhythm instead of sending it straight ahead.

"¡Vamos, Nicky! Go again until you reach the goal!" Misa clapped encouragingly, jogging at my side.

I kept trying, but it was frustrating. I wasn't used to the cleats, and the ball kept bouncing unpredictably off my foot. By the time I finally zigzagged my way to the end of the pitch, I was breathless and laughing at my own lack of skill.

"¡Concéntrate!" Misa called out as I stopped in front of the goal, panting.

"Damn it! I really have no talent for this," I admitted, feeling slightly ridiculous under her expert gaze.

The goalkeeper grasped my hand. "It’s not about talent, you just need to focus and practice… a lot," she reassured me with a soft smile before pressing a kiss to my cheek.

My mind immediately stopped thinking about football. My skin burned where her lips had touched.

"Now, let’s move on to striking," she continued, unaware of the effect she was having on me.

Misa placed the ball on the ground in front of her. "All you have to do is kick as hard as you can." She stepped back, ran forward, and struck the ball with power, sending it straight into the net.

I clapped, genuinely impressed by her strength, even after watching her play so many times. In one agile motion, Misa retrieved the ball and tossed it back to me.

I readied myself, then swung my leg with an uncoordinated but determined move. I was close to the goal, and even though my form was terrible, I was still happy to see the ball crash against the net.

"Pero bueno! Angle your foot depending on where you want to send it. If you shoot the bottom of the ball, it will soar, if you shoot it in the middle, it will stay on the ground.“ Misa cheered, throwing the ball back for me to try again.

Surprisingly, I enjoyed shooting far more than dribbling or passing. After a dozen or so attempts, Misa finally took her place in goal, waving for me to step farther back.

"Try aiming anywhere but at me," she instructed.

With Misa in my line of sight, it was harder to focus. My gaze kept drifting to her tanned arms and legs, the soft but serious expression on her face as she gave instructions.

"Nicky! I said don’t shoot at me!" she scolded, catching me staring.

"Yes, yes!" I answered quickly, snapping out of it.

My first few attempts were terrible, either missing the frame entirely or sending the ball straight at her. Misa made me keep going until I managed to at least hit the net without aiming directly at her. But I was growing frustrated, I still couldn’t control where the ball landed.

"Aim here! Open your foot more! Focus on your target!"

"But I am focusing!" I huffed and kicked the ball, hard.

To my surprise, it was a strong, clean strike… but straight at Misa. Her reflexes kicked in instantly, her bare fists deflecting the ball, but sending it rebounding straight into my stomach.

The air whooshed out of me, and I doubled over slightly, clutching my ribs.

"Oh no! Nicky, are you okay?"

I inhaled sharply, catching the scent of her floral perfume as she rushed to me.

"You… You just took my breath away… but not the way you usually do," I croaked.

Misa’s face shifted into a mix of embarrassment and flattery. "Tsss, chica! Lay down for a moment."

She knelt beside me, running a gentle palm over my stomach. "Does it hurt here?" she asked, pressing lightly on my ribs.

I shook my head.

"You’ll be fine. I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting that shot. But it was actually really good!"

"Kicking hard is the only thing I don’t suck at," I chuckled, sitting up and leaning toward her.

"Lo siento," she teased, patting my thigh. "You’re going to have to work really hard if you want to be the next estrella del fútbol. You have no more talent for it than I have for photography, Cariño."

My mouth dropped open, outraged, though part of my brain registered that she had just called me dear. Misa pulled me, my back to her front, in a very soft embrace. She kissed my cheek again and I felt dazed. “Tsss! I’m vexed by the fact that you seemed really vexed by the comparison!”, she added, laughing frankly before faking to pout. 

I chortled, not knowing what to say and turned to her and to put my palm on her cheek. “Er… We’ll have you try naturalistic photography soon, I promise!" 

"I’m not sure I want teacher Nicky back, she’s too bossy and narrow minded”. She leant her mouth toward mine and stopped at the last moment. “I mean, I don’t want only the teacher part…"

Finally, we kissed. A cute, soft but lasting kiss. How much I had missed her lips… 

Her eyes not leaving mine, she pulled back and said with a strange tone “Misa, your picture is ugly! You’re lazy Misa, you’re not working enough because you don’t really like photography!”, she mimicked me with a hight pitch voice that I hoped had nothing in common with mine. 

"You seemed perfectly fine being grounded at the museum last time," I retorted.

"La verdad es... I wanted to kiss you to shut you up that day," she admitted with a chuckle, her breath warm against my lips. 

The way she looked at me made me want to push her down onto the grass.

"Mean girl," I murmured, brushing my hands along her neck.

Misa hesitated for a second before speaking, her voice softer now. "Do you want to come to my place after?"

I gasped before composing myself and answering casually, "Yeah, sure. I’d love to see your home.“ 

Inside, my heart was already tumbling with excitement but as the sun lowered on the horizon, I melted back into her embrace, a haze of overwhelming peace swirling around me as the brunette kissed me again.

***

Misa drove us back to her apartment near the stadium in a couple of minutes. I was really thrilled to discover her place and, therefore, more of her. We took the lift, and the goalkeeper and I got off at the seventh floor, the brunette pulling out her keys and opening the door on the left.

“After you,” she said in a courteous manner, and I stepped in. The entrance was wide, between bare and crowded, a white wall totally empty while the other bore many beach-style panels and a tall mirror. I heard the door closing behind me. 

“Bienvenida a casa, Nicky,” the goalie said happily. “Want me to give you a tour?” I approved and followed her.

We stepped into the living room, roomy and comfy with an American kitchen and a very large sofa. Wide windows revealed a spacious terrace where I noticed a lounge chair. “So this is how you’re always so tanned,” I said, pointing at it. “You know I’m from Canarias, I can’t live without a sunny spot. I hate winter here…”

As if to illustrate her words, I turned around to see a big Canarian flag on the wall near the kitchen. There were many other decorations in the room: Real Madrid items, framed photos, trophies and medals, music posters… but, like in the hall, they were unevenly distributed and hung randomly on the walls. It was like she had thought about each detail, but in a messy way. I found it very cute.

The bedroom was just the same, but messier, the bed looking inviting and soft, a colorful surfboard sticker plastered above the headboard. Stuff, folded clothes, and probably sports-related items covered the furniture.

We ended the visit with another smaller room dedicated to Misa’s training and came back to the living room.

“Your place is nice, Misa. It looks like you,” I said, and she smiled widely.

“I’m glad you like it. Now, shower or dinner?” she asked.

I realized my belly was rumbling with hunger. The sun was down. It was time to eat, even in Spain. “Dinner, please. Football lessons got me starving!”

Misa went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. “I have some leftover paella I ordered yesterday. They gave me enough for at least four! Bueno para ti?” “Vale, perfecto! Gracias.”

We set the table and sat down to eat. The food was delicious, and the casual chatting that came along with it was even more so. My insides felt light. It was good to share this daily moment with someone. Misa made more jokes about our teaching and learning abilities, making me laugh hard. Then, she talked about moving to the peninsula at a young age and the struggles of being away from her parents, of learning to live on her own. She missed her family deeply, just as much as she missed her island. I was captivated by the way she spoke about home, how connected she seemed to be to her birthplace. Her voice was full of warmth, her eyes sparkled, and her smile was so pure when she mentioned a beach called La Garita…

My chest tightened as I watched her tenderly. Wow. I was becoming really attached to this girl! It scared me all of a sudden, and I buried myself in a glass of water, swallowing slowly as I listened to her. I tried to calm myself, at least to keep my composure. But Misa noticed. The brunette across from me reached out, placing her hand over mine. 

“Are you ok?” she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

I glanced down at her large, tanned hand resting over mine. Fuck. Her touch was so soothing… I couldn't help but entwine my fingers with hers, surrendering to the need to hold her.

“Actually,” I exhaled deeply, “I’m better than okay. I’m really happy to be here.”

“Me alegro de que estés aquí también, I’m glad you’re here” she replied, her face so kind I could cry.

We finished the dish more quietly, and Misa excused herself for not having any dessert to offer me. She explained she ate nothing containing too much sugar, except on really exceptional occasions. Being an athlete wasn’t easy on a daily basis. She admitted it was a sacrifice for the sweet tooth she had.

“I promise I’ll get rid of all the chocolate chips cookies I have at home before you come over,” I told her, sneaking in an invitation at the same time.

“Leave just one out of it, please!” Misa begged, biting her lip and taking the bait.

Then, she cleared the table, humming a song absentmindedly as she arranged the kitchen.

“Nicky, go ahead in the shower, I’ll join you in a minute. The bathroom is next to the bedroom,” she dropped with the most casual ease.

I wasn’t going to be asked twice. I went to the small bathroom, quickly took off my clothes, and stepped into the rather spacious shower cabin, which was only separated by a thick glass panel.

As the jet turned on and the temperature adjusted, I stepped under the hot pouring water with delight, letting it melt away my anxiety and tiredness. Droplets crashed onto my face, soaking my hair. I closed my eyes, focusing on the soothing sound. Deep inside, I was still trying to process what was happening in my life. I had broken the rules by sleeping with Real Madrid’s goalkeeper. I was at her home, in her shower, waiting for her. And everything felt surreal.

Something like this couldn’t possibly be happening to me.

A deep breath escaped my lips in a rasp. I opened my eyes again. I was really there, standing in an unfamiliar shower, staring at a row of shampoo bottles. It was real, everything was.

A vague smile curled my lips as I stepped out of the water, selecting a vanilla-scented shower gel from Misa’s products and pouring some into my palm to lather onto my skin.

Through the glass, now studded with droplets, I saw the door open and the blurry silhouette of the goalie stepping inside, completely naked. Her loose, long hair partially hid her chest as she pushed open the cabin door and joined me.

“Hola,” she said, brushing past me to step under the shower jet, her cheeks pinker than when I had left her.

Misa settled under the hot water, rubbing her skin and running her fingers through her hair to soak it, her eyes shut tight as the droplets streamed down her face. I continued washing myself, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scene before me. Watching her body slowly get drenched, the gleaming contours of her muscles under the bathroom light, I felt completely mesmerized. She was offering me one of the most erotic spectacles of my life. My eyes went to the dark triangle between her legs, passing over her abs and her dripping nipples, to rest on her lips. 

I was clearly becoming obsessed with Misa’s mouth. It called to me, and I moved closer, stepping under the water, my skin still covered in foam. Her drenched hair clung to her broad shoulders, strands plastered against her glistening skin. Sensing my presence, she glanced at me through the cascading water, her wet cheeks flushing. 

I pressed my body against hers, my soapy skin gliding lasciviously over hers. Misa parted her lips in a sigh, her arms slipping around my neck as she pulled me closer. I met her gaze, dark with desire, my own eyes burning with pure lust.

As Misa crashed her lips against mine, my hands slid down to her butt, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh. My moans were swallowed by her rough kiss, trickles of water seeping between our lips. The diluted taste of her was almost fleshy, awakening something primal inside me. I pushed my tongue deeper, and the goalkeeper tightened her grip on my head, deepening the kiss even more. Now that we weren’t in a hotel with the team anymore, we were about to fuck without holding back.

My fingers pressed into her, pulling her against me as our hips instinctively began to move, wiggling in anticipation. Steam from the hot water was filling the cabin with a foggy atmosphere. My hand travelled to her neck and down her stomach. Misa mirrored me, our fingers meeting and briefly intertwining, before we slipped them down between each other’s legs. 

Our soft, simultaneous movements drove me mad, especially when her tongue kept pushing inside my mouth. I yelped, pleased, so pleased to feel her when she was feeling me, and she rubbed me more roughly before sliding her way inside gently. Thrilled, my kisses slowed down. It was my turn to imitate her, wetness and water allowing to slip my fingers quickly and to harvest a low moan. A haze enveloped our intertwined bodies, steam clinging to our burning skin.

I quickened the pace and Misa’s mouth dropped open, not reacting to my kisses anymore. My other hand found her breast and rubbed her nipple. Her touching slackened. She leant against the shower wall, the water raining less directly on us revealing our reddened skins. The goalie’s fingers stopped moving as her cries grew significantly louder, especially when the new angle allowed me to go deeper inside of her.

I felt her beginning to fall appart. Her wet lips opening more, Misa moaned again and clung to my shoulders as I continued my thrust inside and out. 

“Más rapido…” I heard her demand and I heaved her thigh a little to spread her legs more. The goalkeeper tighten her hold on me as I buried back my fingers deep, pace fast. 

The smell of sex spread all around us. Misa’s breathing became erratical, jerky, whiny. “Más! Don’t stop…”, she panted, her head falling back against the tiles and I flexed my legs a little to fuck her whole. My mouth found her neck and nipped the damp and hot skin there. I was in a haze, in a cloud, in the sky, feeling her tightening around me, feeling myself dripping not only of water as my own excitation reached a peak. 

“Don’t… st..” the end of the word was drown in a loud cry, her body half collapsing against me as the spasms rippled through her. My fingers accompanied her orgasm, caressing her clit and pulling more whines from her. Misa hold herself harder to me to stay standing, until her palm fell over my hand to signal me to stop. 

Unceremoniously, I seized her hand and pressed it between my own legs. Misa groaned in surprise as I let out a sigh of relief, her fingers instantly caressing the sensitive flesh. But a few second later, the goalie flipped my body, pressing my back against to her front, and her fingers spread my intimacy again. 

She kissed my neck, her other hand running on the inside of my thighs before she switched hands. The one that used to caress me crept between our bodies, sliding down my butt to touch my entrance from behind. 

“Fuck!” I let out when both her hands began to simultaneously touch me and I arched, so ready to welcome her inside. 

Misa made me lean forward. Hot water splattered on my exposed back. The pace she set was slow and thorough but my legs already felt weak. Pleasure relaxed my muscles and swelled my lower body and I bent over, clinging at the shower tap.

“Misa… fuck”, I whined as Misa’s moves quickened.

I winced when she added an other finger to stretch me deliciously. 

“Ow, fuck!”, I repeated. 

The goalkeeper bent over me as well, her hips rhythmically pushing against my butt. “Hum, sì… fuck!”, she groaned, squeezing my hanging chest. The swelling in my stomach expanded and sent ripples of enjoyment. 

I swore again when her other hand fell back on my clit as she was still filling me from behind, now fast and roughly and it only took a few more seconds before I felt the liquid warmth dissolved inside me. The goalkeeper straitened me, holding me tight against her to prevent me from falling as the intense feel lasted. 

Then, she flipped me over again, pulling me into a tight embrace and pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. I nuzzled against her, breathing in her scent, feeling completely out of this world. 

“Fuck Misa, I’ll never have enough of this," I murmured, my voice heavy with desire.

The goalkeeper lips curled into a mischievous smile. “Yo también, Cari”, she whispered, her kisses turning urgent, demanding. 

This woman is going to be my downfall.

I kissed her with passion, before crouching down between her legs, her cries fueling me with new energy.  

***

A gentle stroking pulled me out of sleep, and I found myself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, soon hidden by the face of the goalkeeper overlooking me. Misa’s nose nuzzled my cheek, and I rolled toward her, searching for her warm body, but found myself at the edge of the bed.

I shook my head to wake up properly. The brunette was kneeling at the bedside, fully dressed, her hair neatly tied back in a ponytail. I made a frustrated sound, followed by an inquisitive one.

“I’m going to the gym. You can stay here and go back to sleep. I’ll be back in an hour and a half, max.”

“Oh, ok. You already ate?” I asked in a pasty voice.

“I never have breakfast, but I got some bread and jam for you. It’s on the kitchen bar.”

She chuckled at my surprised expression and tried to stand, but I held her down, just wanting to breathe in her scent a little longer.

“Thanks for the bread. Train well,” I said and reluctantly, I let her go.

I sat at the kitchen table, devouring my toast with a large coffee when Angela called.

“Hey, Angie! You good?”

“Hey! All good, and you, Nicky? I hope I’m not disturbing you?”

“Not at all, I’m having breakfast. Go ahead, what’s up?”

“I have a few days of leave to take, and I was wondering if I could come see you in Madrid?”

I nearly jumped off the chair.

“You’re kidding! Of course! Come whenever you like! I'll just have to check if I’m not traveling with the team.” I said, a wide smile spreading.

“Great! I think I’ll come at the end of June, something like that. I can’t wait to see you, Nicky! It’s been so long… Now tell me, how’s it going with your goalie?”

“Well, I’m in her kitchen right now while she’s at the gym. So, I’d say it’s going well,” I sighed with ease.

“Wow, she’s already invited you to her place? Well done. Hang on… what was that sigh I just heard?”

“Nothing, I’m feeling great, that’s all. Misa’s very sweet, and, you know… it feels good to care for someone again.”

Angela paused for a moment. “Oh no, Nicky…”

“What?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for her for real?” 

“What do you mean? Of course, I’m into her!” I wasn’t getting Angela’s point.

She paused again, and I took a sip of my coffee, waiting.

“Nicky, are you in love with her?” she asked, and I nearly spilled my mug as I half-choked on the hot liquid. “Oh god, I’m right then?” she added when she heard me cough.

I gathered myself, my heart pounding faster, letting the silence stretch as I searched for the right words. But Misa’s name kept ringing in my head, clouding my thoughts completely. I recalled how her large hand had covered mine during dinner last night, and my mind instantly pictured her smile, her brown gaze soft, her voice warm and melodious… Oh, Misa! There was no way I could lie, not even to myself.

“Er… I think… I think I do…” The confession overwhelmed me as I finally spoke.

“Ohhh, Nicky! I thought you two were mostly about hooking up. That changes things a bit…”

“Hum, what’s the difference between being fuck buddies and lovers? With the stupid clause, both have to stay hidden anyway, so…”

“True, but… what about her? Do you think she feels the same way?”

I took a moment to think about it, recalling for the second time her hand over mine. She had woken me up so softly earlier. My eyes rested on my half-eaten toast. She took time to get breakfast for me…

“She… well, she can be thoughtful, like I said," I mumbled. "And I guess she likes me enough to spend the night and some of her spare time with me."

“Ok, sounds like a good start. Will I meet her when I come?”

I almost choked again, imagining introducing Misa to Angela as my girlfriend. My heart tightened at the thought.

My Misa.

If only she could be mine by the time my best friend visited…

“Er, yes, I’ll try to set something up,” I said. “Can I call you back later? I think Misa’s returning from the gym.” I lied, because I felt I needed a moment on my own before the actual return of the goalie.

“Of course, take care, Nicky. Bye.”

“You too. Bye, Angie. Can’t wait!”

I hung up, silence pressing at once. Angela had made me realize I had fallen hard for the goalkeeper, lowering my defenses so fast and letting my emotions escape recklessly. After my previous relationship and its abrupt ending, I had thought I’d be more careful with who could gain my confidence, but I was amazed by how little control I had over my feelings, especially toward pretty women.

I finished my breakfast, confused, the morning sun almost completely gone from the room. How did I manage to care for someone again so soon? How stupid I was being when I didn’t know Misa that well yet. I was taking a huge risk by being with her and I didn’t even really know if I could trust her. For now, she had protected our secret conscientiously and seemed willing to build something with me. Therefore, it was hard to doubt the sincerity of the goalkeeper. But was it enough? 

What did Misa really want with me? Maybe she only wanted casual hookups… Maybe she’d get scared if I told her about my feelings.

The thought of being left behind and heartbroken took my breath away suddenly. Why did I have to fall in love? Why was I never able to stay distant, detached, so I could simply enjoy casual sex with a beautiful woman? 

But I couldn’t. I had never been that kind of person, relaxed, assured, in charge. Passion was always bound to get me one way or another, swelling my heart with the best sensation while putting it at risk in the same time. 

I started to panic, and I quickly washed my dishes in the sink. I couldn’t be heartbroken again. I wouldn’t be able to endure it when I had barely regained some of my self-confidence. 

I needed to go! Before it’s too late! The kitchen was cleaned. I only needed to gather my clothes quickly and flee. Distance would help me tame my feelings, control them, maybe even suppress them…

I was walking to the bedroom when I heard the entrance door open. I froze, not knowing what to do anymore. Misa shouldn’t know about my inner conflict. I pretended to act normal and came to lie on the sofa. 

When Misa entered, earphones in and scrolling through her phone, some of my nervousness eased off. She was still in a training kit, wearing her hair in a loose bun. 

She was beautiful. 

I greeted her, and she quickly waved at me before focusing back on the screen, making me feel annoyed by her sudden lack of attention. Had I done something wrong? But before my brain could make any more senseless assumption, Misa pulled off her earphones, and some reggaeton music filled the room. 

She dropped her phone on the bar, leaving it to play the song out loud. Then, she came to me, feeling the beat. She grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet, drawing me into her dance in the middle of her living room.

My stomach flipped at the contact with her body swaying.

She began to sing over the music, rather badly, her voice soft and slender but so cute, and my stomach tightened again.

I melted at Misa’s loud dancing, Misa’s mischievous smile, Misa’s goofy manners, Misa’s soft and warm gaze.

It was too late, I was in a haze again, Misa’s haze.

I had no doubt left.

I was in love with Misa Rodríguez.

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At this point, now we know

She does it on purpose 😈

If I speak. IF I SPEAK.

misa what the FUCK

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At last a little glow for one of the frenchies ✨

Wendie Renard

celebrating female Black football players through the Black History Month

Wendie Renard was born on 20 July 1990 on the Caribbean island of Martinique.

"One day you'll see me on TV wearing this jersey."

That's what young Wendie Renard said to her mum after watching Marinette Pichon playing for the French national team.

In her childhood only a few girls played football. So it was all the more rare for the women in her family to say that she should play. They loved football as much as Wendie Renard did. Her mother played a bit and watched games regulary. While her aunt was a referee.

The French defender remembered:

"I came to Lyon very young and got to know players with the winning gene. You learn that step by step. Training is like war: you play a short game and want to win at all costs. You progress by playing with other great players who hate losing and having coaches who instil it in you. When the coach tells you ‘win, win, win’, you don't think about ‘lose, lose, lose."

‘When I was little, I clearly wanted to win titles, but even more important was success on the mainland. I enjoy the moment but I know that I always have to ask more of myself - it can all be gone if I make one mistake. I know how I've developed and what I've achieved in my team and with players who are as confident as I am. We've achieved this together and it's not over yet. I will continue to write history."

She has been a regular at Olympique Lyon since the 2007/2008 season. Since 2013 Wendie Renard serves as captain. The defender is the all-time record holder for most appearances for her club and is the sixth highest scorer.

To this day, the French women's national team has yet to win a major international trophy.

Achievements:

8x Champions-League-Winner

14x French champion

9x French Cup winner

Reading list:

Wendie Renard, mon étoile (only available in French)

Movie recommendation:

Marinette (2023)

Part one: Alex Scott

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Chapter 6 ➺ Paris est magique

Starting over In Madrid

Summary: After moving to Madrid as Real Madrid's new photographer, Nicky can’t seem to take her eyes off the pretty face Misa Rodríguez. But how will she handle her growing desire for the Canarian goalkeeper when her contract strictly forbids dating players? WC: 6K words TW: smut +18 PS: French writer Chapter 1 ➺ A harder job than I thought Chapter 2 ➺ Clearly on a bad slope Chapter 3 ➺ Calmly panicking Chapter 4 ➺ Hell Clásico Chapter 5 ➺ Valleys and Peaks

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The rain was pouring down when we landed in Paris, droplets splashing hard against the windscreen of the bus, which was crawling along at an unbelievably slow speed. I was sitting beside Ana at the front row, slowly dozing off, lulled by the steady movements of the vehicle. My mind wandered, taking me back to when Misa and Hayley would wave happily at me at the start and end of training sessions. I was so glad to have them back. 

The vibration of my phone pulled me out of my memories. I took it out of my pocket and smiled when I saw Angela had texted me.

A: Hey Nicky! How are you it’s been years!

N: Hey Angela! Yeah so long sorry I didn’t call. Work has been mad but I’m good and you?

A: I’m fine! What did I miss? Can we call?

N: Sorry I’m on the bus in Paris right now, so I can’t call. But I do have a lot to tell you.

A: Tell meeeee! Wait I know. It’s Misa???

N: Well spot-on lol

A: Tell me everything!!

N: I told her about the clause and we kissed again… more than once.

A: Oh that’s all…?! What are you waiting for!! Good for the clause though… Wait… you’re in Paris with the team?

N: Yes

A: And you’ll be staying in the same hotel?

N: Yep

A: And you have a room to yourself? 

N: Yes……..

A: This is looking good… or bad. Depends.

N: Stop it Angela! Right now Misa is focusing on her match and won’t let anything happen. 

A: How many nights are you staying?

N: 3 but only one after the game

A: That still leaves one night…

N: Girl!!! you’re not supposed to be encouraging me!! The clause still exists…

A: Right yeah fuck the clause! She’s a friend with benefits, no big deal! Just keep it secret… anyway you and I both know it’s bound to happen.

N: Pfff I can’t. Bye Angela

A: I’ll call you when you’re back in Madrid! Can’t wait to hear the whole Paris story, especially the ending!

I rolled my eyes and put my phone back in my pocket, a part of my body itching now my brain was imagining the things that could happen in two days. I shook the thought away, peering at the blurry shapes of the fancy Parisian buildings through the heavy rain.

We arrived at the hotel in the late afternoon, and everybody got back on the bus shortly after for practice session. Misa didn’t break her self-promise to work hard and we didn’t interacted much during our first hours in the French capital. After training, we ate quickly and went straight to bed. Everyone was fully focused. 

***

The next day, the rain had stopped, replaced by bright sunshine. The players trained all morning at the Parc des Princes stadium, where the match would take place. However, the club allowed a free period in the afternoon and Naomie, who was born in Paris, organized an improvised visit of Montmartre with some of us. 

I was the only non-footballer in the tourist group. Hayley had forced Misa to join. She originally planned to study in her room, watching videos of goalkeepers as a last minute homework, but she eventually gave in under her friend’s insistence, agreeing she deserved a well-earned break. 

Even though most of us had been to Paris before, we were charmed by the winding, hilly streets near the Basilica. I was dragging myself behind the sporty women, falling farther and farther behind as I laboriously climbed the endless stairs to the Sacré-Cœur. Misa glanced back, saw me struggling, nudged Hayley, and the two of them slowed their pace to let me catch up.

“Qué pasa Nicky? Tired after the morning training? I must admit it was a tough one…” She teased as I finally leveled with them. 

“I didn’t sign up for this! I don’t have your stamina!” I panted. 

“Come on, let’s go that way! It’ll be a detour but maybe that means fewer stairs” Hayley suggested, pointing to a winding pedestrian path on the left. 

We chatted happily on the way and before long, we reached the front of the Basilica. A huge flight of stairs still separated us from the entrance. 

I groaned. 

“Come on Nicky!” Hayley nudged me forward but I had just spotted an empty bench off to the side. 

“I just need a break!” I said, heading toward it. As I passed in front of her, Misa grabbed my arm to hold me back.

"If we leave you on that bench, we won’t see you at the Sacré-Cœur for another two hours!" she joked.

"Then carry me!" I challenged, feeling playful. Being in Paris, far from Ciudad Real Madrid, made me feel freer, and flirtier. I dramatically pretended to be on the verge of fainting.

Misa was already grasping my arm, ready to catch me. "Don’t temped me, Princesa!“

"Okay, girls! I’m still here, remember?" Hayley cut in, waving at us, clearly amused. Misa and I quickly stepped apart, flustered. "We'll do Nicky a favor and rest a bit," she added, already making herself comfortable on the bench. 

We joined her, silent for once, calmly enjoying the beautiful view of the Parisian roofs while tourists and locals flocked toward the Basilica. A large pigeon waddled over to us, eagerly pecking at the ground in search of food. 

“Esta paloma ha comido demasiado, French pigeons are fat!” the goalkeeper remarked, watching it curiously. 

I squinted at the oversized bird. “I don’t think it’s just a regular pigeon…" 

Hayley pulled out her brand-new camera  "I think it’s cute", she said fondly,  snapping a picture. “It’ll be our souvenir of Paris!”. The Aussie jumped up and position herself in front of us, scaring the bird away. 

"Oh no! Bigpig’s gone!" she whined before shrugging it off. "Anyway… say cheese!" 

I slung my arm around Misa’s shoulders, and she wrapped hers around my waist as we put on our best smiles.

“You two are too cute,” Hayley commented. 

I felt my face flush and instinctively buried it in the crook of Misa’s neck. But the embarrassment was almost pleasant, it felt so good to enjoy this little moment of freedom with her. Hayley knew the truth and was keeping it safely to herself.

A light breeze swept some fallen leaves across the path. The peacefulness of this foreign city was so soothing that I rested my head on Misa’s shoulder, comforted by the warmth of her hand at my side. Hayley took another shot. 

“You can tell me if you want a photo of you two kissing in Paris at this rate…” she teased. 

We chuckled, and I hid my face in Misa’s neck again. But Hayley was only joking. She had the delicacy to turned away to photograph the beautiful city stretching before us, giving us this little moment just for ourselves.

I straightened up and glanced at Misa. Her half-closed eyes were focused on her lap, a bashful grin making her look even more adorable. I scanned our surroundings to check if any of our teammates had followed us. The coast was clear.

"I think I’d like a kiss in Paris," I murmured, my hand, still on her shoulder, softly caressing the side of her neck.

Misa smiled shyly and lifted her gaze. A flicker of worry passed through her eyes, and like me, she glanced around to make sure we weren’t being watched. When she was certain we weren’t at risk, she leaned in and kissed me timidly. Sensing that she was about to pull away, I cupped her face, unwilling to let her go just yet, not nearly satisfied with the feel of her lips on mine and I felt her grin against my mouth. 

“You can’t devour me in public like you almost did in your office” she said softly. 

I pulled back and met her gaze, warm and soft, making my stomach flutter. I had the urge to wrap my arms around her, to hold her close, but I didn’t dare. Somehow, it felt even more intimate than a kiss. Instead, I took her hand, stood up, and gently pulled her along with me.  

“Let’s go to that damned Basilica!" 

***

The teams entered the stadium in two neat rows under the cheers of the crowd, with the Ultras Paris stand loudly chanting, "Paris est magique !" Tension and concentration gripped the Real Madrid players as the traditional greetings took place. Shortly after, everyone took their positions on the pitch, ready for kick-off. Misa's knee was fully wrapped since her injury during El Clasíco, but she was jumping and stretching energetically in front of her goal.

The game started with PSG in possession. Grace Geyoro quickly advanced, passing the ball to Tabitha Chawinga. The forward picked up speed, closing the gap to the penalty area in less than a minute. Ivana, Rocío, and Oihane surrounded her, forcing her to pass back to Sandy Baltimore, who sent the ball straight to Marie-Antoinette Katoto’s feet. The French striker dribbled past Ivana but was blocked by Olga. However, she managed to keep control and passed to Sakina Karchaoui before recovering the ball behind Olga’s back, heading straight into the penalty area. 

Misa braced herself to jump, shouting instructions at her defenders. Katoto crossed the ball, Chawinga waiting inside the box. She controlled it, aimed, and shot. The ball sped between Rocío’s feet at full force. Misa dived, crashing onto the grass, her outstretched arms missing the ball by mere centimeters as it rolled into the net, almost brushing the right goalpost. The crowd erupted in celebration, PSG had scored in the 6th minute. It was a tough start for Real Madrid. 

Misa got up, furious at her defenders, and probably even more at herself. She kicked the ball back into play, her brows furrowed, her mouth nervously chewing on her gum.

The first half passed without any notable events, aside from a misfired kick from Karchaoui in the 40th minute. However, the second half was marked by numerous attacks on both sides. Unfortunately for Madrid, every attempt was thwarted by the impenetrable French defense.

Madrid fell back as fast as they could, as Sakina rushed down the left flank, knowing just how dangerous she could be. She crossed the ball once more, aiming for Grace Geyoro. The ball was lost in a tangle of players, confusion reigning in the box. The referee’s whistle blew, and her gesture was unmistakable. She mimed a square with her hands, pointing the center toward it. The ball had struck Oihane’s arm, leading to a penalty for the French team. 

At first glance, Misa’s face was unreadable, but I knew her well enough to recognize the extreme tension she was holding inside. What she feared, and secretly longed for, was happening: a chance to prove herself again, with everything riding on her. She settled herself on the goal line, stretching her arms and legs to prepare. Katoto would take the shot. The entire stadium held its breath. Katoto took a few seconds before jogging toward the ball and sending it toward the left corner. Misa dived the correct way, her fist connecting with the ball, sending it soaring out of play.

She sprang back to her feet, screaming in triumph as her teammates rushed in to hug and slap her in congratulations.  

The match resumed. Just like before the penalty, both teams fought hard to score but failed to do so for the remainder of the game. Finally, the whistle blew, signaling the end of the match. Madrid had lost again. Despite the disappointment, the team felt less defeated than after El Clásico. We all knew we had put in an honorable performance against a great opponent.

***

On the way back, the team was unusually quiet, everyone brooding over the defeat. It was still early when we arrived at the hotel, and small groups of teammates formed outside, discussing ways to take their minds off the loss. I overheard Sofie and Kathellen talking about a club on a houseboat. Hayley eagerly joined their conversation, grabbing a moody-looking Misa as she passed by, who clearly wanted nothing more than to bury herself in bed. 

“Don’t even think about escaping, Misa Rodriguez. You’re coming with us, willing or not !”

"Estoy cansada y no quiero bailar! Leave me alone, Aussie!" she moaned, trying to free her arm from Hayley’s grip.

Hayley gestured for me to step in. “Nicky’s coming too! You don’t want to miss a night with the best girls, do you?”

“Vamos Misa, it’s our last night in Paris!” I insisted, grabbing her other arm to stop her from running away again. She stopped struggling but started sulking in silence.

"We’re going to a péniche on the Seine," Kathellen announced, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Misa gave her a questioning look. "It’s a boat on the Seine—you know, the river in Paris," Kathellen teased.

"I know the river of Paris, thank you," Misa snapped back, though I couldn’t tell if she was bluffing. Either way, she didn’t seem particularly thrilled about the plan.

"Misa, stop being so grumpy and just let go for once!” Like she would have with a child, Hayley cupped the goalkeeper’s chin between her fingers, mimicking her sulky expression until Misa finally broke into a small smile. “Thanks Jesus, we have Misa back! "Let’s go get changed. We meet at the hotel reception in one hour max!"

After hesitating over and over about what to wear, I had finally settled on a knee-length dark gray T-shirt, a denim jacket, and a pair of black derbies, with my Real Madrid socks sticking out. I didn’t like to look too classy, even in Paris. 

When I arrived in the lobby forty minutes later, Misa, Hayley and Kathellen were already there, chatting casually. Hayley was the first to notice me. 

"Girl you’re looking good! Come sit with us. We’re waiting for Sofie and God knows she can take forever to get ready”. 

I took a seat on the sofa beside the midfielder, facing Misa, who discreetly looked me up and down before giving me a thumbs-up to silently show her approval of my outfit. My voiceless lips formed the words "You too" in return. The goalkeeper was wearing simple gray pants and a sleeveless top, which nicely highlighted her muscular shoulders.

We waited for Sofie for an entire hour before finally ordering a taxi. The Danish girl barely apologized, quickly gathering us for a selfie as we got out of the car at our destination. The surroundings were charming, vast, open lawns stretched in front of the Palais des Invalides on one side, while on the other, a magnificent bridge spanned the Seine. The streetlights and granite paving stones completed the picturesque setting.

We walked to the bridge, descended a few stairs, and arrived at the docks, where several barges were moored. As the cliché goes, the riverbanks truly had a romantic feel, and I suddenly wished Misa and I were alone. The tall brunette was busy taking pictures of the scenery, finally seeming to appreciate the place.

A few minutes later, we entered the barge-club and made our way to the dance floor on the lower level. The place was packed and suffocating, colorful spots of light splattering over a sea of moving heads. After getting some drinks, we found a less crowded space and formed a small dancing circle. It was great to see the footballers having fun wholeheartedly, momentarily free from any kind of pressure. Kathellen and Sofie spent much of their time dancing together, pausing now and then to take selfies and chat on their phones. Misa was starting to loosen up as she drank more and more Piña Coladas, while Hayley kept making fun of her wild dancing. As for me, I was sweating heavily and feeling slightly tipsy after two pints of beer.

The partying, pretty footballers were attracting attention. A few girls approached them more than once. Kathellen and Misa had the most suitors, with six and five women, respectively, coming to chat or dance with them. Of course, it annoyed me to no end, especially since I was forcing myself to stay distant from the goalkeeper. When the sixth girl, who wasn’t exactly unattractive, tapped Misa’s shoulder with confidence, I slipped away from the crowd and cooled off near the wall, unable to bear another flirt.  

I took a long sip of my beer, wiped the sweat off my forehead, and peered darkly at the girl chatting with Misa.

“C’est toujours étouffant ici ! T’as bien raison de faire une pause si tu veux tenir toute la nuit !” a woman leaned against the wall beside me. 

I glanced at her, puzzled. She was tall, Black, her face adorning with piercings and wearing her hair in long small braids. I found her very pretty. “Sorry, I don’t speak French!” I apologized.  

She moved closer to avoid shouting over the music “Oh, I couldn’t guess! You look very Frenchy. I’m Sonia.” she pointed at herself. “Nicky” I mirrored her. 

“You dance, Nicky ?” she extended an inviting hand with a smile. I glanced at the place where I had left Misa but I couldn’t spot her. Still irritated by the goalkeeper’s ability to attract women like moths to a flame, I nodded, set my empty glass aside, and followed Sonia into the crowd.

It was clear from the first contact that she was an experienced dancer. Her hands on my waist and shoulders guided my movements effortlessly. She spoke into my ear, maintaining the rhythm of our dance. “Are you living in Paris?” 

Her smile was charming and I felt exhausted all of sudden. Why couldn’t I crush on a girl like her? Why couldn’t things be simple and flowing? Why did I have to fall for someone I could never have?

"No, I live in Madrid actually, I’m just here for a couple of days ” I answered. She twirled me around with a few quick steps, and as I spun, I caught a glimpse of Misa across the room, watching us with a scowl, her lips tight. I couldn’t help feeling a little satisfied jealously had switched side. 

“When are you leaving ?” Sonia asked. 

“Tomorrow” I said sadly. I had truly been enjoying my time in Paris.

Sonia tightened her grip, her lips returning to my ear. “Too bad… but we can still make the most of tonight.” 

I let out a soft chuckle. The idea was tempting, but I knew I couldn’t go through with it. We weren’t even together, but the thought of being with Sonia made me feel like I’d be betraying Misa. My chest tightened at the thought of the goalkeeper’s disappointed face.

I pulled away from Sonia, my expression already apologizing. “I’m sorry, Sonia, but I can’t. Thanks for the dance, though. It was really fun. You made me feel like I was dancing well too.” Sonia smiled, clearly not upset. “De rien! Good night, Nicky,” she said, before disappearing back into the crowd. 

The room had filled even more, blocking my view of the goalkeeper and barely allowing me to find my way back to the wall. I leaned against the relatively cooler surface and began texting Misa to find out where they were. The familiar silhouette of a brunette with broad shoulders extricate herself from the crowd of dancers. Misa’s scowl disappeared the moment she saw me and I was so happy to find her that I flung myself into her arms, the alcohol making me feel bold. 

Misa raised her eyebrows, surprised by this outpouring of affection, especially after seeing me dance with another women. But soon her body relaxed, and she held me close. Not leaving her embrace, I slowly began to moved with the rhythm of the song. The goalie followed, our hips pressed together, moving in sync. Somehow feeling sheltered by the dense crowd, we danced as if we were alone, eyes closed, bodies pressed against each other. 

The music slowed, and I turned around, putting my back to her. My butt pressed against her hips, and she wrapped her arms around me, brushing my hair aside to plant a kiss on my neck. I shivered, blindly reaching back to grasp her hair, urging her to kiss me more. Her hands on my stomach pushed my hips harder against her as her lips moved up to my jawline. I tilted my face toward her, and she found the corner of my mouth. I growled in frustration and turned to her again to fully receive her kiss. The clause, the risks, the consequences… were swallowed by those luscious lips pushing me back toward the wall, my arms around her neck ensnaring her body to mine as she cornered me. 

The slow melody faded to a groovy beat but we weren’t dancing anymore, lost in our heated kiss against the wall. I was so worked up it was painful. Kissing her wasn’t close to enough, it was becoming excruciating. I was dying for more, for the all party, for a release that had never came yet. So I broke the kiss and panted in her ear “Let’s go back to the hotel, to my room… please!” Her gasp convinced me we shouldn’t stay here any longer.

As I started dragging her toward the exit, Misa held me back. “We can’t go together alone—it’ll look suspicious. We need to wait for the others or get them to come with us!” She had been more sensible tonight, and I had to admit she was right. We didn’t want Sofie and Kathellen spreading the juicy story of two girls returning early to the team in the morning.

We found the other three footballers, and I caught Sofie muttering something to Kathellen while looking at us. I realized we were already suspected. Misa stood next to the Danish girl, who nudged her with her elbow and exchanged a suggestive glance. The goalkeeper shook her head, bitterly adding, “I queued for the bathroom and found Nicky having a good time with a pretty French girl.”

Sofie half-bought the story, hitting my shoulder in collusion. “Why didn’t you go with her? Enjoy your last hours in Paris, baby!”

“Nah, I’m too tired! Honestly, I just want to leave. You can’t breathe in here!”

“Oh! So soon?” Sofie probed, giving the rest of our group a look. I locked eyes with Hayley and silently begged for her help. I saw the Australian midfielder glance at Misa, who imperceptibly nodded, her face reddening with embarrassment.

“I’m good to go too. It’s too hot in here, and I don’t want to end up looking like Misa’s lobster face.” Hayley teased, backing us up, causing Misa to shrink in embarrassment.

To avoid further suspicion, the goalkeeper and I didn’t take the same cab to return to the hotel. I paired up with Hayley, leaving Misa with Sofie and Kathellen. In the taxi, I thanked my friend for covering for  us. 

“I got you, girls, but be more careful, you two are getting so obvious it’s a miracle nobody else has figured it out yet”. The Aussie winked. “And please, go to your room. I’m next to Misa’s and I’d actually like to get a good night’s sleep.” 

“For God’s sake, Hayley…" 

*** 

I closed the door of my hotel room, the tension in my expectant body reaching new heights. All I had to do was wait for Misa, but even that was too much to handle. My mind was running wild. What if she couldn’t come? What if she changed her mind? I had to keep myself busy to stay sane.

I took off my jacket, shoes, and socks, then glanced around the room. The bed had been made, its white sheets and pillows neatly smoothed and waiting for us. The lighting felt too harsh, so I switched on the night lamps by the headboard before turning off the ceiling light. A dim glow wrapped the room in a quiet, warm ambiance.

In the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked tired, a little messy. I brushed my teeth and hair, adding a bit of conditioner to freshen it up. Then, I checked my makeup, reapplied deodorant, and sprayed on some perfume… once, twice, three times—anything to regain some confidence, though it was in vain.

Back in the bedroom, I felt more nervous than ever. The waiting seemed endless, making me wonder if she was going to come at all. Maybe she decided it was too risky in a hotel we shared with the team and staff…

…A soft knock on the door made my heart leap.

I rushed to open it, revealing a very agitated Misa. She checked several times to make sure she wasn’t followed before finally stepping inside. 

"Perdón, Nicky!" Misa sighed once she had closed the door. "Sofie wouldn’t let me go. She insisted we chat and drink more in her room because she wasn’t feeling tired! I told her I needed to sleep, but then she wanted to come to my room and keep herself busy on her phone while I slept!"

I giggled. "Sofie is one of a kind…"

"Sí, she is! But I finally got rid of her—¡uf!" She leaned back against the door, relieved.

"Phew! Here you are at last!" I smiled at her, my nervousness surging again.

We faced each other in the small room, jittery and shy, now that we had finally made it to this moment. Silence settled between us as we watched each other expectantly. Misa looked down, pressing her lips into an embarrassed smile while nervously massaging her neck. In spite of her usually charismatic presence, she could be surprisingly timid in moments like these.

I shook off some of my own hesitation, walked up to her, and cupped her face in my hands. Looking at her tenderly, my desire for her rose once again.

I embraced her, kissing her softly, my impatience giving way to a desire not to rush. The night was still ahead of us. I wanted us to savor everything, every kiss and touch, equally moved and aroused by the fact that tonight would always be our first time together. 

Misa melted into our slow rhythm, her arms wrapped around my neck. Her fingers gently crept into my hair as she pulled me closer, deepening our kiss. I slid my hands under her t-shirt, stroking and caressing her skin before grabbing the fabric and pulling it over her head. As our lips parted for a brief moment, my gaze roamed over her body and she seized the opportunity to remove my dress, her fingers slowly gathering the fabric, inching it up my body before finally slipping it over my head. We resumed our kiss, skin brushing, hands and fingers tracing along each other spine, giving each other goosebumps. 

Our already rapid breathing quickening, Misa advanced, guiding me backward toward the bed while slipping off her shoes along the way. My heels hit the bedframe, and I gasped, turning at the last moment, causing Misa to lose her balance and fall onto the mattress. She let out a surprised smile before settling herself in the middle of the bed, her half-bare body an irresistible invitation to join her without delay.

I moved over her, instantly returning to deep, full-mouthed kisses as a needy fire surged through me, spreading with every touch of her hands against my bare skin. Misa straightened up, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around her hips. Her powerful hands secured me against her, and she looked up, silently asking for more. Leaning toward her mouth, I softly bit her lower lip, drawing a rasping breath from her in return. As I released her, she slipped her tongue between my lips, seeking mine, while her fingers found the clasp of my bra, working to unhook it. I mirrored her movements, and within moments, our underwear joined the growing pile on the floor.

We pressed our bodies together again, skin against skin, our hands exploring, caressing, savoring the feeling of each other. The sensation of Misa’s soft, bare chest against mine sent waves of heat rolling through my stomach.

I couldn’t bear to take my time anymore. I pressed my weight against Misa, urging her to lie back down, but she grinned and resisted. Unwrapping my legs from around her, I straddled her thighs and I pushed her back onto the mattress with little ceremony. Her eyes devoured me, taking in my almost naked figure, just as mine lingered on her, topless, sprawled out on the bed, arms and long hair splayed across the pillow. The dim light accentuated the sculpted lines of her abs, the smooth velvet of her tan skin. She gazed up at me with hooded eyes, lips slightly parted, surrendering as I took the lead and for a moment, I simply let myself admire her. 

I came to lie slightly over the goalkeeper, Misa’s arms enclosing me, pressing our breasts together, making us both gasp at the sensation. One of her hands cupped the nape of my neck, pulling my mouth back to hers as I felt her thigh rise between my legs. I let out a wail, my fingers gripping the pillow as she began applying light pressure there. Slowly, I ground against her, waves of pleasure rushing through me with each movement. But soon, the fabric of her jeans became a frustrating barrier.

I broke the contact and adjusted my position above the goalkeeper. I started with a soft kiss on her lips, then trailed down to her neck. Misa’s hands traveled down my back to my bottom as I nipped and licked my way to her breasts, her long moans filling the room as I kissed her there. One of her hands found mine, while the other rested in her hair, her furrowed brows betraying her longing. I paused, inhaling the scent of her skin, before continuing my journey downward.

I stopped when I reached her jeans. Propping myself up on one arm, I let my other hand trail down to unbutton her pants before gripping them firmly and pulling them off. Misa's chest rose and fell deeply, her gaze locked on me, fully aware of where I was planning to go next. I took a moment to slip off my own panties, my arousal intensifying as I watched her head fall back onto the pillow, Her breath coming in fast, shallow gasps. Fuck, she was so hot! The sight of her, waiting, exposed, and gorgeous, threatened to undo me right then and there. I forced myself to hold back, pushing aside my own need as I swiftly pulled off the brunette’s panties, leaving us both bare and trembling with desire.

Slowly, I lowered my head between the goalkeeper’s spread legs, glancing at her blushed face. Her half-open, quivering lips were almost begging and I didn’t want to make her wait more. I ran my tongue through her intimacy. Her head fell back again, eyes closed, as a hight pitch whine escaped her lips. Her hands desperately gripped my hair, urging me to continue, her cries getting louder as I went on eating her out slowly. 

After a moment, her voice filled the room completely, drowning out my own whimpering and she lifted her arms above her head, causing her hair to fall beautifully over her face. One of her hands hided her face, the other gripping the bed sheets as my fingers found their way inside. The sighs of the brunette, lost in pleasure, almost send me over the edge once again. She was so loud now I would have been worried she awoke the entire floor, if I hadn’t been totally entranced by making love to her. 

I lifted my head to check is she was close, barely able to go on, but she wanted more, and she pressed my face back between her legs. Fuck! I’m s so close! My muffled cries were coming out in jerky sighs when her legs went rigid against my head. Misa's body shuddered, her deep groans trailing off as she surrendered to the bliss.

I exhaled and rested against her leg for a moment, regaining my breath, my head spinning from the overwhelming arousal. After the short break, I moved beside Misa, facing the goalkeeper lying on her back, her face serene and beautiful. She turned onto her side, weakly draping an arm over my waist, inviting me in and nestled against my collarbone, peaceful and exhausted. I gazed at her yearnfully, then kissed her forehead, a discreet smile tugging at her lips as I did.

A couple of minutes had passed, with us still cuddling, when Misa lifted her head and placed a soft kiss on my lips. She pulled my face closer to give me a more heated kiss, then another. Grabbing my leg, she lifted it onto her hip, and my breathing quickened at once. Her hand grasped my neck, she sent it traveling to my breast, caressing my nipples softly, and turning me into a moaning mess, before she led it down, and downer. 

She touched me at last and gasped when she discovered I was completely drenched. I hugged her tightly, feverish whimpers escaping my lips, as her fingers sled easily between my legs before slipping inside. I whined so loudly I would have been ashamed, except I didn’t gave a fuck. Warmth grew, choking and pleasant each time she went in and out, filling me more and more when I was already so full. 

My half-closed eyes wandered over Misa, and the sight of her far too pretty blushed face, so deeply focused on giving me pleasure, made me cum suddenly. The deep waves of pure joy radiated through my entire body, my hold on her tightening as I let the overwhelming feel swallow me completely. 

Both of us went limp against each other. Exhausted from her match earlier, the footballer had given her last ounce of strength and feebly stroked my hair before I rolled onto my side, pressing my face against her skin. The scent of her soothed me as I tried to catch my breath. 

The brunette managed to turn off the light and pulled the duvet over both of us. She wrapped her arms around me, pressing me tightly against her. I reached for her hand as it draped over me, and she let out a soft, approving sound in response. Her breathing grew slower and deeper, signaling that she had fallen asleep almost instantly, against me, in Paris, the magical French capital. 

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[misettemisette]

María Isabel, excuse me!??

[misettemisette]

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el caso rubiales: headlines from day 3, in which we heard from misa, jenni's brother, and jenni's friend about rfef pressure and vilda's threats to ruin jenni's career (and the judge continued to call out everyone on their bs!)

today we heard testimony from the following:

chema timón, ex chief of staff for luis rubiales

rafa del amo, president of the national committee for women's football

rafa hermoso, jenni hermoso's brother

vitoriano martín, jenni hermoso's friendm

misa rodríguez

also note rubiales' attorney announced that his daughters will NOT testify. they were originally scheduled to speak on 10 february. and this is further proof of my point that just because witnesses are listed in a trial doesn't mean that they will be called and a lot has to do with the discretion of the attorneys!

so back to the trial. timón spoke first and denied being present at the time of the alleged coercions during the return flight of the national team. he was not aware that jenni was told that it would be "convenient" for her to appear in the video and he said that the content and script of the video was made by rubiales. but he suggested that rubiales should do it.

he also contradicted a statement made by jenni when she testified she was taken aside in sydney by rfef officials to talk about the kiss. timón said they asked jenni about ibiza and artists to perform at the celebration in madrid and not about the kiss.

timón said that he refused to participate in the "integrity" meeting that was discussed by the other witnesses and confirmed that luis de la fuente was present at rfef headquarters on 23 august but he stopped by to say hello.

rafa del amo went next and spoke of his conversations with rubiales in the aftermath of the kiss. he told rubiales that it "could be fixed if he apologised." rubiales refused and said that the kiss had been by mutual agreement. he confirmed he saw the initial statement by rfef on the incident and "didn't like it."

rafa del amo admitted that he saw pressures and felt the players were pressured but he did not personally see rubiales, de la fuente, or vilda speaking to jenni or jenni's brother on the plane. but he did see ivana andrés cry and said that someone told him that they were asking ivana to make a video. 

rafa hermoso then testified about jenni's being affected after the kiss and that he "saw her out of place and angry." he also said that jenni told him they were pressuring her to make a statement and that misa told her jorge vilda was going to talk to her.

rafa talked about vilda coming to him on the plane and trying to pressure him to talk to jenni. vilda asked about the kiss and focused everything as if it were no big deal, 'look, a spoiled kiss and the hype they are giving it.'

he confirmed that vilda said: '[rubiales] sent me to talk to you to see if your sister can appear in a video with her downplaying the kiss'. he told rafa it was the best for everyone. vilda told rafa about how bad rubiales' daughters were, that if jenni couldn't do it for them and for the president, that she could lose her position and to remember how well the federation has behaved with jenni and the favours they have done for her. rafa didn't know what he meant by that. and finally, vilda told rafa to take into account all the personal and professional consequences that all this could have on my sister.

rafa also talked about how their family had to leave madrid because of the media burden and they felt like they were in danger. and how horrible a feeling it was for jenni not to be called up after the world cup.

finally, rafa also said that he was wrong in downplaying the kiss during an interview with "el chiringuito" but that he was trying to protect his sister.

next, vitoriano testified and confirmed rafa's account of what happened with vilda on the plane. he testified that vilda said: "if [jenni] gives in, as she has little football left, rfef could have a deference with her, as if implying that she could have a position there. and if we didn't agree, it could also have consequences and not good ones...if it goes on the good side, good consequences, if it goes for the bad, it can have other consequences."

misa was the last witness for the day, who said clearly: "at no time did jenni tell us that the kiss was consensual." she saw jenni crying on several occasions when rubiales was talking to her inside the plane. there were several talks with rubiales, rafa del amo, vilda and four or five other people who she don't know their name, including a vox politician saying that 'the kiss doesn't matter'. misa remembered seeing de la fuente but doesn't know when. she also confirmed vilda spoke to jenni's brother on the plane.

when shown the video of the girls celebrating after the win and allegedly joking about the kiss, misa acknowledged that there were some jokes about the kiss until irene paredes said 'guys, this is very serious', and then they calmed down and realised how serious it was. and then they saw jenni "in a state" and it hit them.

misa also testified about what happened in ibiza after the win and said that jenni told her that albert luque was pressuring her. misa found it strange find it strange that a person who had nothing to do with the team was in ibiza because he wasn't at the world cup. and she testified that they did not enjoy [ibiza].

for misa, jenni had been the best on the team and "it was incomprehensible that he was not in the next call up."

postscript: marca's coverage of this trial is disgusting, so if you are following that news source, just stop! 😤

watch this video from the quiero ser como girls instead.

[misettemisette]

Here we go again 🐕🫠

All Misettes died today, we found their bodies wearing greybrown fluffy bodysuits

[misettemisette]

So hot she burns you 🔥🥵

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Chapter 5 ➺ Valleys and Peaks

Starting over In Madrid

Summary: After moving to Madrid as Real Madrid's new photographer, Nicky can’t seem to take her eyes off the pretty face Misa Rodríguez. But how will she handle her growing desire for the Canarian goalkeeper when her contract strictly forbids dating players? WC: 3K words TW: very suggestive PS: French writer Chapter 1 ➺ A harder job than I thought Chapter 2 ➺ Clearly on a bad slope Chapter 3 ➺ Calmly panicking Chapter 4 ➺ Hell Clásico  

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I was already lying in bed when I got Misa’s text. My pillow was wet and stained with tears mixed with smeared makeup. The bed sheets were a mess from all the tossing and turning as I tried and failed to find a comfortable position. I had planned to take the time to really reflect on what had happened, but the calm introspection I hoped for never came. Instead, I was overwhelmed by an uncontrollable urge to let go, to release the emotions I’d been bottling up for nearly four months.

So, I cried. 

I cried because I didn’t want to feel empty anymore. When I arrived at the Ciudad on my first day, I was still shattered from my previous relationship. My ex had dumped me as if our three years together meant nothing, leaving me to pick up the broken pieces of my self-esteem. But when I looked at Misa that day, something inside me shifted for the first time in months. That feeling had only grown stronger, filling the void within me, even as I constantly reminded myself it was wrong to feel this way.

So, I cried.

I also cried because I wanted Misa so badly it physically hurt. My entire being ached for her in a way I had never experienced before. My heart had soared when I realized Misa felt the same way, though I could hardly believe it. How could someone like her possibly desire someone like me? Yet, she did. Yet, it couldn’t happened. And, so it hurt. Very much.

“Nicky where are you? I thought you’d wait for me 😞” 

Seeing Misa’s message made fresh tears spill over. I had done it, I had finally hurt her. 

After we kissed and she returned to the pitch, the euphoria I’d felt was quickly replaced by a suffocating storm of guilt. I’d been weak, letting her believe there could be something between us, letting her know how much I wanted it to happen myself. And then I ran. I told my boss I felt sick to skip the post-match events. I hurriedly packed up my things and slipped away without telling anyone else.

Now, reading her message, my heart sank deeper. What could I possibly say to her? 

“I had to pack my work stuff. Sorry, I’m home,” I replied, sobbing more. 

A few seconds later, I received, “I don’t understand…” followed by “In fact I guess I do. Adios.” 

I spent the rest of the night crying over those words.

***

Days off after the Clásico passed, and I was back at work. Misa and I were no longer speaking. She ignored me during every training session. Hayley was doing the same, which led me to assume Misa had told her everything. There were no more photo lessons or endless chatting. The job I had once loved so much felt bland without friends, especially now that I had lost them.

And I knew I deserved it, just as much as Misa deserved an explanation. I was preparing myself to give her one. Of course, deep down, I hoped our friendship could return, but it was first and foremost because I had hurt her, and she had no idea why I had acted the way I did. Maybe it was also because I couldn’t bear the way she avoided my gaze at the start of each training session. Her cold indifference felt worst than a punch to the stomach. I found myself craving to talk to her, waiting for the right moment to confront her. But the goalie was never alone, or she made sure she wasn’t, every time I was near. 

Weeks passed, with guilt and loneliness weighing on me more and more each day. Angela couldn’t do much from afar, though talking to her for hours on the phone helped ease my frustration a little. On the other hand, I avoided most calls from my parents, unwilling to tell them about Misa. My mom in particular, had a gift for reading my mood from a simple hello, and I had no intention of letting her know how my attraction to the Canarian goalkeeper was making my life in Madrid far more complicated than I had ever intended.

***

Spring had arrived when the opportunity to tell Misa the truth finally presented itself, or should I say, when telling her the truth became absolutely essential. It happened during a commercial photoshoot for a new sportswear collection. Naturally, Misa had been chosen as the model. I had dreaded the prospect of directing her without having managed to speak with her beforehand, and I had been right to…

The set was a gym corner with a bright blue bench and a few exercise items. As usual, I was assisting the main photographer and his lighting team. Misa arrived on set, her face a mask of unreadable emotion. Her brows were subtly furrowed, and she avoided my gaze, as usual now. She wore the featured sportswear, a neon orange sports bra paired with matching shorts, knee socks, and white sneakers. Predictably, she looked incredibly hot.

She sat on the bench, elbows resting on her knees, waiting for pose instructions. 

“Um, straighten up… turn a bit to the left and… look at the camera,” I stammered.

Misa shifted into the pose with deliberate slowness. Her eyes met mine, and she didn’t look away. My cheeks burned. Her almond-shaped eyes were filled with emotions she was barely containing: hurt, longing, sadness…the mix showing her evident confusion. I swallowed hard. After a moment, she pursed her lips and glanced toward the camera.

“Okay. Stand up, put your hands on your waist, turn your back to us, and look over your shoulder” 

Misa rose gracefully, turning her back to us. The muscles of her tanned shoulders caught the grazing light from the spots. She flexed her arms, resting her hands on her waist, where her so-tight shorts clung to her figure. Her long legs were slightly spread to give her a steady presence while her underexposed profile detached nicely against the background. She was so stunning I couldn’t do anything but stare, heat rising to my face and other unmentionable places.

“Nicky, adjust her hair. We need to see the bra properly,” the photographer instructed. 

I unfroze and stepped forward, each step incredibly slow. As I approached, Misa held her pose, her expression unchanged. Our eyes met again, and I noticed her slight frown as she took a deep breath. I bit my lips nervously. Touching her felt like crossing another forbidden line. Her soft, sweet perfume reached me as my fingertips brushed the skin of her neck and I ran my hands gently across her shoulders, gathering her hair to one side. She stiffened and muttered something in Spanish under her breath.

I tucked a stray strand behind her ear, and she rolled her eyes, her frustration evident. My face burned, partly from embarrassment and partly from the intense heat of the spotlights. I retreated to my spot beside the photographer. He snapped a few shots and seemed satisfied, so I moved on to the next pose.

“Face us. Hold the ball in your right hand, let your left hand hang naturally, and look at the camera,” I said.

The photographer interjected, “Not straight at the camera, it’ll look too forced. Have her look slightly to the right, at you, actually.”

I closed my eyes. For real? I heard Misa stifle a sneer, indicating she had caught the corrected indications. When I opened my eyes, she was staring directly at me, her gaze intense, her fading sneer still on her lips. 

“Nah, it’s not working,” the photographer muttered. “She looks like she’s about to murder someone. Tell her to smile more naturally.”

If Misa heard him, she didn’t show it. Her expression hardened even further.

“Uh… can you smile, please?” I asked awkwardly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Misa’s chest rose and fell as she took deep, controlled breaths.

“What’s…”the photographer started.

“Tengo que salir!” she shouted suddenly, dropping the ball on the floor. It rolled toward us but didn’t hit anything by some miracle. She stormed off, slamming the door to the back room behind her. A heavy silence hung in the air. Finally, the photographer broke it.

“What’s her problem? That was completely unprofessional! I’m reporting this.”

“Calm down,” I replied quickly. “She’s not at her best right now. I’ll go talk to her.”

I timidly opened the door of the changing room. Misa was putting on a jumper, the promoted kit laying on the floor. She froze when she saw me but went back at gathering her stuff without a word and I closed the door behind me. 

“Misa… wait please, I… I have to talk to you…”

“About what? No necesitamos hablar”, she coldly reply while tiding her shoes. 

“I know you were upset because of me, I…”

“Oh, I wasn’t just upset because of you! But you sure did put the cherry on the cake that evening!”

My heart sank again, I tried to gather my courage. “There is something that you don’t know, something I should have told you a long time ago. Please, let me explain!” I twisted my hands nervously. 

The brunette looked up, her hands on her laps, her glance icy. “Vale, te escucho.”

“Not here, I can’t! Wait for me in my office. I have to finish the photoshoot, just give me ten minutes!” My eyes stung as she narrowed hers at me. “Please, Misa!” I begged.

She looked down and sighted. “Vale”, she said, standing up and slinging her bag over her shoulder. 

“Will you really be there?” I urged her, unsure of her response. 

“Te dije que si!” she shouted as she walked out the door without looking back. 

I exhaled in relief, still shaken. Angry Misa was truly intimidating.

When I entered my office, I found the goalkeeper sitting in my chair, looking at her phone. My computer was on, displaying a photo of Hayley, Misa and me sitting on the grass in our favorite corner of the pitch, the three of us laughing hard. I ignored the prickling in my eyes. I had a job to get done. 

Misa’s gaze followed me as I rummaged through the drawers of my desk. I pulled out a folder, opened it, and retrieved a stack of papers clipped together. Grabbing a second chair, I placed it in front of her and sat down. I flipped through the pages until I found the right section and began to read. 

“Employment contract. Clause number 23. To prevent any conflict, the employee agrees not to engage in any form of personal relationship with Real Madrid team members. This clause applies to the current players and staff as well as any future players and staff. In the event of a breach of this clause, Real Madrid reserves the right to terminate the employment contract immediately, including any associated work visa or housing provided by the organization. Real Madrid will not offer assistance with any further administrative procedures for the former employee.”

I set the paper aside and looked at Misa, her face a mix of astonishment and heartbreak. “I’m sorry… I wish so… so badly it could be different.”

Misa leaned back in her chair, rubbing her hands across her face before letting out a forced laugh. "No lo creo! Que pasa en este puto club..?" She blinked and sighed. "Well, that does explain things…”

“I should have told you after the Clásico but…”

“Shh, Nicky please don’t, it’s done”, she said, leaning towards me. Sadness lingered in her eyes now as she glanced at the photo of us on the screen. “I just wish I could rewind and go back to that moment. La Copa de la Reina was still up for grabs… we were having fun together." 

My eyes stung again. "We were. I miss you guys…" 

"And what am I going to do without my awful teacher ?” Misa added softly, a small chuckle escaping her lips. “Maybe we could go back at being friends?” Her warm gaze shone with hope. 

I looked at her fondly, my eyes tracing her face, from her dark brown eyes under thick eyebrows, to her cute nose, and to the dimples framing her smiling lips. 

“Every time you look at me like that, I can only think of how much I want to kiss you Misa," I confessed.  

She smirked shyly, her cheeks flushing as she closed her eyes for a moment before locking them with mine once more. "Only kiss me ?" she dared to ask. 

I gasped at the thought of her body pressed against mine. “Not a chance” I whispered, leaning toward her. Our hands brushed on our lap and without thinking, we intertwined our fingers. Our breathing quickened as our lips parted slightly. Our faces drew closer and closer. “What are we doing?” I vainly asked, my nose grazing hers. 

“Nonsense,” she breathed, her lips hovering just over mine. 

“I’m doomed then,” I confessed, before crashing my lips against hers. 

I kissed her intensely, feeling an odd sense of freedom for the first time. We both knew the trouble we were in, but neither of us could stop. Her tongue brushed my lips, and I opened them, letting her in. I couldn’t suppress a whine, felt a quick worry about being overheard, before I sank back into the kiss.

Misa gripped my neck, making me so needy for more I stood up, leaving my chair, and straddled her. I enveloped her lips with mine again, pushing her against the back of the chair, my tongue pushing deeper into her mouth. Her deep breaths stirred me, and I barely stopped myself from crying out, the last of my restraint holding me back. Misa slid her hands under my t-shirt, caressing my back with her large palms, making my head spin. I buried my fingers in her hair, and she kissed me harder, soft whimpers escaping from her. 

She pulled my t-shirt up, revealing my chest in my bra. The beautiful woman stopped kissing me, pulling me closer, and making me straighten up so her face pressed against my breast. I bit my tongue hard, trying not to moan as she kissed the soft skin there. I was nearly panting, my hands and face buried in her hair, intoxicating myself with her scent and touch. 

Then, three knocks echoed on the door.

We froze. I jumped off her in panic, pulling down my t-shirt as I scrambled back into my chair. Misa quickly ran her fingers through her hair, trying to flatten it, just as the door swung open.

Ana entered, a stack of folders in her arms. She didn’t bother closing the door behind her. 

“Hola, Nicky. Ah! I see Miss Rodríguez is here. Did you call her in to discuss her unacceptable behavior at the photoshoot?" 

Misa scratched her nose, her hand conveniently covering her mouth. I was sure she was hiding a smirk by pretending to be embarrassed.  

"Yes," I replied, perfectly happy with the made-up explanation of her presence in my office. 

“And did she reprimand you severely?” she asked, turning her attention to Misa. 

Misa managed to compose a serious face, thought I caught the corner of her mouth twitching twice. “She did. I apologize for my lack of professionalism. I wasn’t feeling myself. I assure you it won’t happen again.”

“Good. Consider it over, but keep in mind I expect better composure under pressure from a professional athlete, Miss Rodríguez.” 

I saw Misa sink a bit in her chair before she slowly nodded. Ana turned back to me “Nicky I have a lot of things to go over with you.”

The goalkeeper stood up. “I’ll leave you then”, she said and Ana took her seat.

“Yes, thank you, Misa. Now, Nicky, let’s start with the most urgent matter: the trip to Paris next month for the Nations League…”

I tried hard to focus, but all I could think about was how wet I felt down there. 

***

“Hey Misa” I said, calling her from my tiny kitchen later that day. 

“Hola Nicky, cómo estás?” her sweet voice sounded even softer through the phone. 

“Estoy bien y tú?" 

"Bueno. What’s up? Did your boss figure something out?" 

"No, not at all, don’t worry! I… well… we were interrupted earlier, ahah… and I thought we should talk about what comes next…” I began pacing back and forth in the small room. 

“Sí, pero… I don’t know… I don’t risk much myself but I don’t want you to loose everything because of me… We were pretty close of getting caught”. 

“You are probably right…” I sighed. “But how do we fix things now? We’re not exactly behaving like friends do…”

She laughed. “Exacto. Right.” She paused, and I stopped pacing to gulp a glass of water. “Look Nicky, I say we wait until after Paris. I need to focus. It’s not against you but I don’t think I should be distracted by anything else right now. It’ll be a tough game against PSG, I have to work harder. I don’t want another Clásico…”

“I understand. Don’t be too hard on yourself though. You did your best!”

“I didn’t manage to save any penalties… not one out of five.”

“You know better than me it’s the hardest job for goalkeepers." 

"But I want to be the best goalkeeper, the one that can stop them, the one that can make my team win." 

I bit my lip, Misa was putting so much pressure on herself. At the same time, hearing her so passionate moved me. "You will be, I believe in you."

There was another pause “I’m glad we’re talking again, Nicky”

“Me too, Misa. Friend or more, I’m here for you if you need me." 

"Muchas gracias, I’ll see you tomorrow at training." 

"Bye.”

I hung up and gazed at the pink sky of Madrid through the narrow window of my kitchen. I didn’t know where Misa and I were going. I didn’t want to think about it for now. I was just too content to have earned back her trust after the valleys and peaks we’d been through. I took another sip of water, already feeling impatient to see her practice tomorrow, to watch her work toward being the best goalkeeper she could be. 

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[misettemisette]

Yes yes yes

Now that the game is over I would like to speak my truth

Misa looked really good in that blue kit

[misettemisette]

Underrated sunshine human 🌞

Underrated gem 💎💪🏽

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Olga and Athenea of course are the worst players in all woso when it comes to having to stand up for women’s rights 😡 I despise her more every day…

I'm trying not to repost or link things that are on X but I assume you might have come across Olga's recent comments about how she would 'have no problem' playing in Saudi?

Woman has never seen a backbone in her life

another day passes, and olga continues to be the absolute worst, never missing an opportunity to kiss rfef's ass. 😵‍💫

when asked about the supercopa moving to saudi arabia, olga said: "if they decide to move the cup to saudi arabia in this case, then the rules will have to be followed and there will be no problem." (forget saudi, what about growing the game in spain?!)

meanwhile, patri and cata were asked about it after the match today and had normal responses:

"there is nothing official. on a personal level, my opinion is that taking the supercopa outside our country is something i don't see, and i don't see it in a country that doesn't respect women either. but it's not official, we'll see what happens."

"as a mallorcan, i was very aware of what the players' wives suffered. it must be studied carefully. it's the trip, the fans and also the rights that women have there."

marta is right. what does bringing the supercopa femenina to saudi accomplish? we need to use tournaments like this to grow women's football and fandom in spain. the demand is there, but we do such a poor job of marketing and promoting these matches.

like i said before, the supercopa de españa needs to remain in españa!

honestly, unless your name is héctor bellerín, spanish male footballers have been the biggest disappointment when it comes to anything even remotely resembling allyship.

your wife gets sexually harassed and one of your first statements is to minimise the abuse that another woman (jenni hermoso) experienced? wtf bro? how does that help anybody?

i wish i could say i was shocked, but sadly there are too many spanish men with this same way of thinking! 😵‍💫

[misettemisette]

Chapter 4 ➺ Hell Clásico

Starting over In Madrid

Summary: After moving to Madrid as Real Madrid's new photographer, Nicky can’t seem to take her eyes off the pretty face Misa Rodríguez. But how will she handle her growing desire for the Canarian goalkeeper when her contract strictly forbids dating players? WC: 4K words TW: suggestive PS: French writer Chapter 1 ➺ A harder job than I thought Chapter 2 ➺ Clearly on a bad slope Chapter 3 ➺ Calmly panicking 

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"You don’t come after training because we’re still grounded ?" 

Misa’s text lifted my heart. With the Clásico and games abroad coming, I had a huge amount of work keeping me out of the stadium. I had shut myself in my office for three days now, importing, retouching photos, and thinking about the next games’s visuals… Since resisting the goalkeeper was becoming more and more difficult, I had to admit I was relieved to be able to avoid her.

I thought for a moment about what to answer. As soon as she had stood up from that bench on the evening at the park, Misa had been her funny self again. She had joked happily. We had said goodbye at the entrance of the parking lot. Like friends do. If she had been disappointed, she had hidden it well. 

And now she was texting me about not coming to our photo meeting in a casual yet flirty way again…

"Feels like I’m the grounded one… work is keeping me trapped in my office!" I texted back.

"👉🤓" 

"🫠👋"

She started typing and stopped. Her text bubble didn’t reappear. I sighed. I hated having to be distant with her. I sighed again and buried myself back into work. 

Fifteen minutes later, loud, erratic knocks boomed against the door of my office. 

"What…?" 

Without waiting, Misa, Hayley, and Sofie burst into the room. "Here she is ! You believed to could get rid of us that easy Nicky?" Hayley asked as the three girls came around my desk. Misa had brought a ball and severals biscuits with her. 

"What are you doing here?!" I said, already annoyed. I had a feeling they weren’t here to help me… 

"We’re checking if you’re still Nicky and not a robot." Misa dropped the biscuits on my desk and started to play with her ball, bouncing it between her foot and thigh. Sofie was leaning toward my computer screen. "Do you have new photos of me?". Hayley was examining my cameras from every angle. "I’ve never seen this one, would you recommend it Nicky?" The dull sound of the ball bouncing rhythmically constantly filled the room. I couldn’t believe how quickly they had created such a mess.   

"Guys, a girl needs to focus right now!" I said, eyes closed, with a hand on my forehead. 

"Oh, you can keep working, don’t mind us." Hayley had taken a camera and was back to taking pictures. Sofie joined Misa and they went passing each other the ball. There was no way I was going to be able to concentrate in this chaos. 

Just edit ten more photos tonight, I told myself. I grabbed back my pencil and graphic tablet, opened a photo of Olga striking, and started erasing an unwanted grass twigs on one of her socks. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Misa’s face approaching the screen while chewing a mouthful of biscuits. "What’s this? Are you drawing?" She asked, pointing at my tablet. The sound of the ball still echoed as Sofie had taken over. A few crumbs fell from the goalkeeper’s mouth.

"Misa! The keyboard !" I blew hard on it to make them go away. 

"Perdòn!" She stepped back and tried to swallow her snack. She gestured for me to explain again. That girl can be such a pain! 

"No, I can’t draw, I’m just correcting details. A pen is more precise than a mouse", I said to her.

"Oh, vale! Can I try it?" I glared at her. "I mean not now! When you have the time. And… I can teach you football in exchange". She added with an innocent smile. 

That girl will drive me mad! 

"Misa! Leave Nicky alone and come to my IG Live, the fans wants to see you!" Sofie called from the farthest corner. 

"Coming! Nicky, take a biscuit, son muy buenos!"

They kept going like this until they were forced to leave with me. I had painfully managed to do half the work I wanted to finish. Tomorrow is another day…

***

Alas, the next day was just the same. They came after their practice, making even more noise than before, until my boss finally showed up to send them away. Despite the chaos, it was a miracle I managed to finish everything at a relatively early hour on the eve of the Clásico. That meant I could be on time to catch Misa and Hayley after the motivational speech following that day’s training session.

The speech wasn’t over when I arrived near the meeting room and peered discreetly inside. The players didn’t seem very captivated. Olga’s legs fidgeted with impatience, and Linda appeared to be slowly zoning out. Fortunately, it ended shortly, and I exited the building to wait for my friends.

They arrived among the first. I could sense their nervousness behind the frank smiles they both gave me as a greeting.

"Hey Nicky, great speech, eh..?" Hayley hugged me. She was so tense. "Thanks for waiting, but I need to go home. I’m off, girls, see you tomorrow!" Misa patted her shoulder as she left, and Hayley roughly brushed her hair in return.

I turned to face the goalkeeper. "How are you coping?" I asked gently. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other.

"Estoy bien…," she answered, peering down, her foot kicking at the floor aimlessly. She clearly wasn’t.

"Do you want to walk?" I asked without any ulterior motives. I just wanted to help my friend feel a bit better. She nodded.

We wandered around the sports campus and tried to talk about anything but the Clásico. At first, Misa kept jumping in place every now and then to shake off her stress. She relaxed once we started teasing each other.

"Misa, you can’t be near a ball without showing off! That’s insane!"

She smirked. "I’m an athlete, Nicky! Football is my life—of course I play with my ball all the time." She side-glanced at me, her mischievous tone and satisfied smile returning. "I did 65 rebounds yesterday."

I giggled. "Is that a lot?"

Misa’s disappointed and irritated expression had me laughing out loud.

She slapped me on the arm. "Jajaja, muy divertido! I don’t care what a girl who works at Real Madrid but knows nothing about football thinks!"

It was my turn to feign annoyance. "I see Trainer Misa is long gone before she even started…"

She opened her mouth but had no response. I’d made her sulk again. Grumpy Misa was one of my favorites, but her well-being mattered more than my amusement tonight. I gave her an exaggerated, admiring look, stopping in front of her like a crazed fan.

"Oh my God, are you Misa Rodríguez? The best goalkeeper in the world?"

"Stop it, Nicky. It’s not even convincing!" she complained, though a small smile stretched across her lips.

I continued my bad acting, bowing to her, taking her hand, and speaking in a distinguished tone. "Lady Misa, would you do me the honor of teaching me football?"

I hoped the idea of training would lift her spirits.

She laughed frankly and bit her lip, still looking a bit vexed. "Have you even ever played football?"

We resumed our walk as I pretended to search my memory. "It happened... twice, maybe. The first was at school, and the second was in the alley in front of my parents’ house."

She snorted. "No puede ser…" She shook her head, but then her voice turned curious. "For real, why did you want to work for a football club?" This time, her mocking tone was gone, making me really wonder how much I wanted to share.

"Oh… well, it wasn’t really intentional." I paused, searching for words. "I needed a change in my life. Nothing was… going well. I had a rough breakup and was really unhappy in my previous job…"

"I’m sorry to hear that," she said with a concerned look.

I half-laughed, half-sighed. "It’s okay now. I’m glad to be here. I really like Madrid."

"Bueno… and do you like your new job too?"

"Yes, I’m quite fond of it… and of my new exasperating friends," I teased her as we headed to the parking lot.

"I’m happy you’re good with us," she said, ignoring the teasing once again.

We arrived in the middle of the parking lot, and I wasn’t sure we were going in the same direction, so I gestured to the right. "I’m parked this way."

"I’m parked over here, but I’ll go with you to your car. I could use a bit more walking," she replied, sounding far less stressed now.

We reached my car and faced each other to say goodbye.

"Thanks, Nicky," Misa said softly. Her features were more relaxed. The walk had soothed her a little.

"You’re looking better. Are you sure you’re ready to go home?" I asked one last time.

She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Instead, she simply smiled and looked away.

"Misa?" I frowned, unsure of how to help her anymore.

Her head turned back to me. She bit her lip, her eyes locking onto mine. Then she slowly stepped forward.

My brows lifted, and I froze in surprise as she took my hands in hers. I knew this was it—there was no escaping this time, and I didn’t give a damn.

I half-closed my eyes, my head slightly bowed as she leaned closer. My gaze stayed on her quivering lips as she neared mine. At last, she pressed her mouth to mine. I let out a short breath, surprised by the tenderness of her kiss. Her lips were soft, her movements slow.

I kissed her back, letting relief wash over me, completely surrendering myself as her taste and scent filled my senses. Our noses brushed against each other, and the grip of our hands tightened as we continued kissing softly, slowly.

Finally, she withdrew her lips from mine, a soft smile lingering on them, leaving me missing their touch instantly. My eyes couldn’t leave hers.

"I’m ready now," she whispered.

I exhaled and gave her a shy smile as she released my hands.

"Good night, Nicky."

She stepped back and turned away. I stayed frozen on the spot, my heart drumming in my chest, my gaze following her until she disappeared behind the birch trees growing between the parking spaces.

***

Aitana Bonmatí ran swiftly, skillfully dribbling past everyone who approached her. She prepared her strike and shot between Ivana and Olga toward the penalty area. The ball landed perfectly at Salma's feet, and she immediately sent a powerful kick toward the upper left corner of the goal. Misa leaped with all her strength, and the tips of her gloves deflected the ball, denying Barcelona another chance to score.

The match had been grueling and demanding from the very beginning. Barça had been pressing Real Madrid relentlessly, constantly cornering them near their penalty area. Misa had already made five incredible saves, but when Mariona Caldentey outpaced all the defenders for the third time and delivered a well-aimed pass to Caroline Graham Hansen, Misa had gone the wrong direction. The ball rolled effortlessly into the net. Misa swore, got up quickly, and sent a long clearance that Hayley skillfully recovered.

Hayley, a fast runner, sprinted forward and passed the ball to Athenea, who dribbled past Irene Paredes. Using a split second of disorganization, she found Linda. Linda’s header miraculously flew past the expert gloves of Cata Coll and crashed into the net, filling the stadium with an explosion of joy.

Returning from halftime, Barça pressed harder and harder but couldn’t score another goal. Thanks to a clever discussion in the locker room during the break, Real Madrid was holding their ground better than ever, with Misa’s numerous saves halting Barça’s brilliant sequences of passes.

Then the unbelievable happened in the 78th minute. Naomie managed to escape Alexia Putellas’ marker and intercepted a ball from Oihane’s throw-in. Her quick, arched pass found Olga on the left side. From a rather distant position, Olga unleashed a shot worthy of the World Cup. The ball soared straight into the upper-right corner, leaving Cata Coll helpless. The stadium erupted, Madrid players hugging in celebration of their first-ever lead over Barcelona.

In extra time, Misa’s body crashed onto the grass again after saving another strike from Salma. The Madrid players were visibly exhausted, their movements slowing, their feet barely making contact with the ball anymore.

As they all took their positions for the corner kick, Misa gave directions to her teammates, preparing herself for the next action. Salma struck, crossing the ball from the goal line. It descended perfectly onto Alexia’s feet, who sent it crashing into the net. Barcelona had equalized in the 95th minute, victory slipping away from the Madrid girls’ grasp. The match was headed into extra time, and I could see Misa’s frustration as she pounded the grass with her fists before rising to her feet. As well-trained as they were, the team looked drained, and with Barça clearly dominating, extra time was going to be a living nightmare.

Misa passed by me as she exited the tunnel, heading toward her goal after the short break. I snapped a photo of her face—a mix of deep concentration and extreme fatigue. My heart sank. I had been covering the match with other photographers from the start, struggling to focus on my job instead of the intense pressure mounting on Misa.

The game resumed. The Madrid team formed two compact lines in front of the goal. They had clear instructions: defend at all costs and allow no goals. This strategy, along with Ivana’s quick footwork, prevented another Barça attempt from finding the net. The only two shots Madrid managed were met by Cata’s gloves, her clearances swiftly returning the ball to Madrid’s half. But they held their ground, over and over, through the first half of extra time.

In the second half, fouls and cramps multiplied on both sides, disrupting the game and giving players unnecessary minor injuries. Misa’s attempt to grab a shot by Mariona sent her rolling to the ground, her knee colliding painfully with the goalpost. The ball luckily hit the crossbar and was cleared by Kathellen, but Misa stayed down, clutching her knee through the thick padding of her gloves.

I shuddered. No, please! Let it not be a serious injury! I silently prayed as the medical staff rushed to her. A cluster of teammates surrounded her, blocking my view of what was happening.

I waited, barely breathing, unable to look at the last picture I had taken of her curled up on the grass, her features distorted in pain. What felt like an eternity passed before the medics left, the small crowd dispersing to reveal Misa standing again. Though she was breathing heavily and limping slightly, she was back on her feet.

Relief washed over me.

Misa returned to her position in front of the goal but handed the ball to Ivana for a long clearance. It was clear she didn’t have the strength to keep up with the pace. The ball was back in her penalty area within moments, but Madrid had finally cracked the code to establish a solid defense.

When the final whistle blew, it was to end the match at last.

The penalty shootout would decide the winner of the Copa de la Reina. More than ever, the outcome rested squarely on Misa’s shoulders.

The goalkeeper huddled with her teammates and coach near the bench, their expressions a mix of determination and exhaustion. From where I stood, I caught Misa’s eye—or thought I did—and gave her a supportive smile, raising my fist in encouragement. But her focus was unshakable, her world narrowed entirely to the game.

Madrid opened the shootout with Olga. She stepped up confidently, struck the ball cleanly, and scored. Cheers erupted from the stands, Madrid fans roaring their approval.

Misa took her place on the line for her first challenge. Caroline Graham Hansen approached, poised and calm. She struck, and the ball soared past Misa into the net.

Next, Claudia fired a hard shot aimed at the right corner, but Cata had read her intentions perfectly. With a swift dive, she blocked it with precision. Barça's fans erupted in triumph, their cheers drowning out the groans from Madrid’s side.

Aitana scored. Athenea scored. Mariona scored. Hayley scored.

Now it came down to the final shot. Everything rested on Misa. If she couldn’t stop the next kick, it would all be over.

Alexia stepped up to the penalty spot, her face composed, her body radiating quiet confidence. She armed her leg, struck the ball, and sent it soaring into the top corner of the net.

That was it. Madrid had lost.

The Barcelona players exploded in celebration, rushing onto the pitch as Madrid’s players stood frozen in shock and heartbreak. My camera hung limply in my hands. I had forgotten to take pictures, unable to focus on anything but the figure of Misa lying on her back in front of the goal, her gloves covering her face.

As Barça celebrated, Alexia broke away from her teammates. She crouched at Misa’s side, murmuring words I couldn’t hear. Slowly, she helped Misa to her feet, removing her gloves with gentle hands. Misa’s face was streaked with tears, her swollen eyes shut as she sobbed quietly.

The two walked toward the tunnel together, Alexia’s arm draped protectively around Misa’s shoulders. One of the other photographers was snapping pictures relentlessly, the sound of his shutter cutting through the air.

A wave of anger surged through me.

I got up and closed the distance between myself and the man. "Give her a rest, okay?!" I snapped, my voice sharp and loud.

The man looked at me in astonishment, his blank expression suggesting he didn’t understand English.

Noticing the commotion, Misa and Alexia stopped a few steps away. Misa lowered her head, unable to meet my gaze. Alexia, on the other hand, looked at me kindly. Her guilt was evident, a silent acknowledgment that she had played a part in her friend’s pain.

"I can take her to the locker room if you want," I offered, surprising even myself with the words. My job had been the last thing on my mind.

Alexia turned to Misa, waiting for her approval. Misa hesitated for a moment before nodding.

I stepped forward, gently taking over from Alexia. Without a word, I guided Misa into the tunnel, her quiet sobs echoing faintly in the stillness of the corridor.

I made Misa sit on the farthest bench of the locker room. Everything was quiet here, the screeches of the celebration reduced to a distant echo. The goalkeeper had stopped crying. Her board shoulders and muscular body seemed fragile somehow. I took a seat beside her, unsure of what to do now it was up to me to comfort her. 

"I’m sorry," I said softly.

"We were so close!" she cried. "Let’s just go! I don’t want to be there, I don’t want the puta silver medal again!" She blew her nose hard and rubbed her red eyes with a towel lying nearby. Exhaustion oozed from her at every level. 

"No, Misa, you can’t go" I responded, catching a surprised side-eye, as surprise as she could be in her current state. "You can’t go because everything’s not about wining or being the best! Football doesn’t have to be about that. It’s not about the score, the cup or whatever. Football is an emotion, a battle, a shared experience. And first and foremost, it’s a spectacle, and you put on one hell of a show as a team and as a player tonight! If you leave, it would mean nothing remains. You have to go back, Misa." 

Silence settled between us. I felt exposed and embarrassed by the words I had just spoken. It was ridiculous to be saying something so obvious to a seasoned footballer when I was barely discovering the sport myself.

The goalkeeper exhaled deeply. "You lied to me," she said, confusing me. She chuckled softly. "You acted like you didn’t know a thing about football." She painfully stood up and gestured for me to do the same. "But you do," she added, smiling as we faced each other.

The tall woman pulled me into a hug, her head resting on my shoulder, and I held her tightly. I gently stroked her back. Her jersey was wet, and she clearly reeked of sweat, but I didn’t care. I just wanted us to stay like this, clinging to each other.

After a minute or so, we parted and smiled softly at each other. Despite her weariness, Misa seemed less drained. She was waiting for... something, her expectant gaze fixed on me. Her dimples returned with her grin, lighting up her tired face. I kept smiling, my mind racing to figure out what I should do, what I could do… what I wanted to do. When she thought I wouldn’t do anything, Misa’s smile faltered a little, and she began to turn away. 

"Misa, wait..." I grabbed her arm and pulled her back toward me. I caught a glimpse of her surprised yet eager expression before I kissed her.

I cupped her face, pressing my lips harder against hers. Misa let out a soft whimper, the sound setting my body ablaze. I slowly guided her backward until her back hit the locker room door. She gasped at the contact, one hand tangling in my hair while the other gripped the hem of my shirt. She parted her lips, and her taste filled me completely, drawing a moan from deep inside me.

Our heated kiss sharpened all my senses and turned my body into white-hot iron. My hand acted on its own, slipping under Misa’s jersey and gliding up her toned abs. She whimpered again, her fingers mirroring mine to touch the bare skin of my waist. Her soft, full lips moved over mine as our breathing turned erratic.

Fevered with desire, I let my hand drift down her stomach toward the waistband of her shorts. She groaned and suddenly froze.

"Wow! Nicky, wait..." she said, her voice gentle yet firm. I stopped abruptly as she took my face in her hands. "I need to go back," she said, her burning gaze locking onto mine.

 I exhaled, trying to tame the flames devouring my insides. 

"You have to go back," I repeated with a small smile. 

She placed a last kiss on my lips before leaving the room.

At that moment, Hell Clásico ended on a heavenly note.

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