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muffinpink02 · 9 months ago

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Taking Your Crown

Alexia has booked you for a special night.

Warning - smut, fingering, anal play, choking, strap, bdsm play, fluff & after care

‘Ping’

You heard a notification come up on your phone, you looked at the screen.

“Gold Package Booking’ 9pm - 9am Tonight”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, this was the most expensive service you provided. You looked over the details, not that there really was much detail, there never was. Not in your line of work.

You did look at the tick box that they had to fill out before submitting, their “wants and needs”. And surprisingly they had ticked many of the options.

Foreplay (Yes),

Penetration (Yes),

Giving (Yes),

Receiving (Yes),

Praise kink (Yes),

Pain threshold - (High),

Toys - (Yes),

Anal play (Yes),

Air Restriction (Yes),

Bondage (Yes),

Orgasm denial (Yes),

Sensory play (Yes),

But what really made you smile was seeing that it was a woman who had booked you. You had women book you before but they weren't your most regular customers. Maybe 1 in 30 bookings would be a woman, but most of the time it was men, rich men. Business men, famous men, men in oil, men in tech, men in law, men in government, you had even had a Prince once.

But you never had sex with them, that wasn’t part of your services, not for the men. That was the ‘silver package’, The silver package included many things but nothing that involved you and the customer having any sexual intercourse. Not even kissing, you hardly really touched them. The ‘gold package’ was only for the ladies. And the only package that included sex.

With the gold package she had the option to pick your outfit, and this particular woman had picked your personal favourite. It consisted of your leather thigh high boots, the heels stood just short of 6 inches. A fitted black leather corset, that showed off your breast perfectly. She requested for your hair to be tied back in a slicked back ponytail.

You studied her safe words, her ‘do’s and don’ts’. This was always sent over beforehand so you didn't have to break character during your session, or constantly ask if she was okay, unless you felt you needed to. You began to get yourself ready for your night ahead, starting with a long hot shower. You couldn't help but be intrigued on who she was. The customers that booked you had to have money, you weren't cheap, and the company you worked with was a very high brow type of organisation. Only the rich and famous were able to be a member of your place of work, and sometimes not even all of them were allowed to join. It was a very exclusive club. You had to be somebody, and even then you weren't always guaranteed to be a member.

You had to book months in advance to see certain ‘workers’ and you were one of them, you were one of the best after all. Even, you didn't find out anything until that day, like the message you got this morning. Giving the customers the discretion they paid for.

After your shower you got yourself ready in the customer's desired outfit of choice. You got in your car and made your way to your destination, but not before covering yourself with your long brown trench coat of course. This view wasn't free.

You pulled up to the gated fence. “Good evening, Miss Porsche.” The security guard who had been working there since even before you, smiled politely, opening the gates for you. ‘Miss Porsche’ wasn’t your name, he didn’t know your name, it’s what he called you as that was your car of choice.

“Hey, Frank.” You nodded and smiled at him as you drove through the gates. You didn't know his name either, he just looked like a Frank and he never corrected you.

You drove up the pathway to the main entrance of the Victorian manor, parking your car in your usual spot. You climbed the old wooden staircase, passing large golden floor length mirrors that draped the walls, mirrors that you had seen yourself in many times, in many different positions, from an array of sex parties.

You made your way to your room, you unlocked the door and got yourself ready. No one but the cleaners was allowed in your room. Everyone who worked here had their own private rooms, giving the customers full privacy. No one entered or left at the same time, it was a tight clock.

You made sure the room was perfect, you had scented candles lit, making the room smell of vanilla and coconut, the lights dimmed low. The room was a naturally dark room, a four pillar wooden king size bed sat in the middle of it. The oak pillars stood tall giving it a royal feel to it. The small fire burning gave the room the perfect temperature, you wanted to keep your guest comfortable after all, there was nothing worse than a cold room when having sex. You looked over her checklist once more, smirking as you read it. You had a feeling you were going to have fun with her.

That's when you heard a knock on the door. Show time.

“Enter.” You called out.

The door opened with a young woman standing behind one of the “Toys” Both their faces half covered with masquerade masks. The ‘toys’ were like house butlers but half naked, they greeted the guests on arrival and escorted them in and out of the building. They confiscated phones or any kind of device that could record, you wanted your privacy to. They were in charge of taking the customers to change out of their clothes and into something more appropriate, and into the robes provided. They were young apprentices, shall we say. They got the name ‘toy’ because they were ‘played’ with constantly by workers like you in the best kind of way, of course, they were like shiny new toys, hence the name. You and other workers taught them the ways of your work, they were literally learning on the job.

“You, come in.” You pointed at your partner for the night. She hesitantly took a step forward into your room.

“Leave us.” you said to the ‘toy’. She took a step back, closing the door behind her.

You locked the door, giving yourself and your guest privacy. You turned around to see the blonde woman standing straight ahead, her body looked rigid, most of them did when they first entered.

“Take off your robe.” You said it softly, but with a dominant tone.

The blonde took a deep breath and removed her robe down to her waist, she was nervous to take it completely off. But that's why you were there.

“All of it.” You demanded.

She took another deep breath and allowed the clothing to drop to the floor. You smiled.

You took a good look at her body, she was stunning. She was wearing a beautiful, very expensive looking red laced set that complimented her olive skin perfectly. You could tell she worked out, her muscles in her back alone were impressive. Your eyes drifted down to her pretty perky arse, her red thong sat neatly between her cheeks and fuck, it was perfect. You had the urge to slap those perfect cheeks and watch them jiggle, but that could wait, you had 12 hours to play with her.

You could see she had tattoos scattered across her skin, her blonde hair flowing down her back was covering parts of the art. Her muscles were tensing beneath her skin, you could see she was nervous, you wanted her in many ways, but nervous was not one of them.

You stepped closer to her, gently touching her shoulder, she jumped at the contact.

“Oh we don't want that, no need to be nervous around me.” You purred.

You finally stepped in front of her, and you nearly lost your own nerve. Even with the mask you knew who she was. The women standing in front of you was none other then Alexia fucking Putellas. Fuck.

You didn't have many celebrity crushes, you weren't really one to obsess over the latest hot new movie star. But, you were a sucker for a female footballer. And in some sick twist of fate, the one you lusted over most was standing half naked right in front of you. Ready to be dominated.

You prided yourself on being a professional, you have seen many faces that you recognised in this room before, faces you saw in films, in music, even in politics. You had never batted an eyelid. You would even use it as part of your play with them. Use it as a tool to either put them down or build them up, depending on the service of course.

You were a little taken back when you recognised her, you nearly faltered, nearly. But you were a professional, this was your job, but god, this was going to be hard.

You stepped closer to the Spaniard, you put your finger under her chin and lifted her head slightly, making her look at you. “You’re a pretty little thing aren't you?.” You smirked.

The blonde casted her hazel eyes to the floor, a small smile at her lips. “Thank you.” She said quietly.

You were a bit shocked to see the footballer so timid. On social media she seemed a lot more confident, but you knew more than most people, that not everyone was the same in and outside of the bedroom.

You looked over her body one last time, before you left her where she stood. You sat on the end of the king size bed, spreading your legs wide.

“Come here my pretty pet.” You point to the space between your legs.

Alexia looks between your legs and back up at you, almost scared to be caught looking. She starts to walk but you stop her.

“No. Not like that. On your hands and knees, crawl. You’re my pretty pet.” You smirked devilishly at her.

She looked a little taken back but she got on her hands and knees like you said and crawled to you. Her perfect arse swaying as she did. You felt a little excitement in your stomach at the view, but you knew you had to keep it professional. Crush or no crush. She was still your guest.

You looked down at the girl between your legs, she kept her head down, you watched her hazel eyes look everywhere but at you. Even behind the gold mask you could see she was still nervous. You gently placed your hand on her cheek, she leaned into your palm instantly. You were definitely going to have fun with her tonight.

“I like the name 'Pretty pet' for you, you are so very pretty. Are you going to be a good, pretty pet for me?”

She nodded. That wouldn't do. You grabbed her chin, her cheeks were squashed between your fingers pushing her lips out.

“When I ask you a question I want a verbal answer.”

“Sí. Yes, s-sorry.” She stuttered.

You roughly released her face, leaning back from her.

“You’re not the queen in this room, do you understand?”

“Yes.” She nodded.

“Good. In fact you will refer to me as Miss Queen.”

“Yes, Miss Queen.” She nodded.

You smiled. “Good, I like an obedient pet. Let's take this mask off you. We don’t need it anymore.” You untied the mask and removed it from her. Finally seeing her full face, she was even more beautiful in real life.

You take your time looking at her, this stunning woman in front of you was specifically here for you, for her pleasure.

With this kind of job it was easy for it to get to your head. You have someone paying thousands to specifically spend a night with you, just to fulfill their own sexual needs. But you had learnt from early on that it wasn't just a sex thing, it was almost like a therapy session for your guest, something they needed. Fantasies that society made them feel weird for wanting, so they seeked out their pleasures privately. It was a safe space for you and them, a place where nothing would be used against them. And if you were rich and famous then it was the perfect space for you. And you were there to provide that service for them.

You smiled down at the girl below you, you caught her eyes on your sex, her hazel eyes locked with your own, she looked embarrassed to be caught red handed.

“Like what you see, pretty pet?”

She nodded. “Yes, very much Miss Queen.”

You hummed. “My thighs need some attention, give it to them.”

“Yes, Miss Queen.” Alexia shuffled closer on her knees. She started to place gentle kisses on your skin, your leather boots covered half of your thighs, only giving her lips space closer to your pussy, not that you minded. She began to use her tongue, slowly licking and sucking on your flesh. You leaned back, stroking her hair, watching the girl beneath you. You watched as her tongue darted out, and then her lips would suck. She got closer to your pussy, as she sucked at the crease of where your thigh and leather suit met.

You let out a sigh.“That's good my pretty pet. I can see your pretty mouth can work, I’ll definitely enjoy that later. Stand up”

Alexia stood in front of you, her red lingerie hugged her body perfectly. You stood up right in front of her, even with your heels she had the height leverage, not that it mattered. Not in this room.

“Stay facing the bed. Put your hands up.”

Alexia did what she was told. You grabbed the restraints that were hanging from the top of the beds banister above her head, you secured her wrists to the restraints, keeping her in place. You walked over to your draw of toys, looking specifically for a certain item. You smirked as you found it.

You walked over to her, the accessory in your hand. Her beautiful body was tense, as her muscles in her arms and shoulders flexed from the position. You stepped closer to her, enjoying your view up close. You pressed your body against hers, her own body tensed instantly on feeling you. You were close enough to smell her perfume, it smelt expensive.

“I’m going to give you 10 lashes and the only thing I want to hear coming from your mouth is ‘Thank you Miss Queen.’ Understood?”

“Yes, Miss Queen.”

“Good, if you’re a good girl for me, you’ll be rewarded. Does that sound good, my pretty pet?”

“Yes Miss Queen, thank you.”

“Perfect. Let’s begin.” You kissed her shoulder, Your eyes roamed her pretty arse, her perfect pretty arse. Just waiting to be red like her thongs. You brought the black leather paddle board up, and lashed it across her cheeks.

Crack. “Thank you Miss Queen.” She took the first hit well. You brought down the paddle again, watching her arse shake from the impact.

Crack. She hissed out. “Thank you Miss Queen.”

You got to the 8th slap, and her body was shaking, her breathing was hard.

“You are doing so well, you’re such a good pet.”

“Thank you Miss Qu- ahh!….Queen.” Crack. 9th hit.

“Last one. It's a shame, I enjoy watching your pretty arse shake.” You smirked.

It was the last one and your hardest one. Her head flew back, as her body shook from the feeling of your paddle. “T-thank you, Miss queen.”

You knelt down and gave both her cheeks a delicate kiss. Humming as you did. “Thank you, pretty pet. I'm going to have so much fun with your arse.” You peppered her cheeks with your lips. She slightly flinched from the sensation, her arse was more than likely on fire, but she still signed in pleasure.

You took a step back, looking over her red cheeks. “You’re just perfect aren't you? Turn around, let me see you.” Alexia turned her body, now standing in front of you, her face was flushed, her cheeks a cute shade of pink. Her red lingerie hugged her body perfectly, but as pretty as it was it needed to come off.

You took a step closer to her, your face inches from hers. You looked between your bodies smiling. “Thank you for making such an effort for me tonight, pretty pet.” You glided your fingers over her bra, you could feel her erect nipple through the thin fabric.

Alexia suddenly became shy at the compliment, it embarrassed her that you knew she tried to make an effort, buying the outfit specifically for tonight, for you.

You gently cupped her chin like you did earlier. You moved your lips inches from hers, you could see the desperation in her eyes. “Even though you look so pretty in your lingerie, I want to see all of you.”

“Please.” She begged.

You gripped her face tighter. “Are you losing your manners, pet?”

She shook her head as much as she could with your tight grip. “No. Sorry, Miss Queen. I’m sorry.”

You smiled at her, your eyes glazing over her lips. “Good. Don’t upset me.”

You untied her from the restraints and removed her bra from her chest, revealing a beautiful pair of breasts.

“Pretty girl.” You whispered.

You slowly took her left nipple into your mouth, sucking on the perked flesh. Her head tilted back as a quiet moan escaped her lips. Just like she did before, she moved closer to your touch, desperate to feel you. A simple gesture like that made you understand the kind of touch she needed tonight. You moved over to the other side, gently squeezing her tight bud between your teeth, earning you a beautiful moan.

You released her nipples with a wet pop from your lips. “Turn around, get on the bed. I want that pretty arse in the air.”

Alexia got on the bed, shuffling on her knees, just like you told her to. You went back to your draw of toys, looking for the item you had in mind. Once you found the object, you accompanied it with a bottle of lube.

You turned around to see a truly pornagraphic site. Alexia had her arse in the air, her face down on the bed waiting for your next command. You stood behind her, greedily looking over her body. You stroked her thighs, making her jolt at your delicate touch. You moved your hands up to her red thongs and peeled the skimpy fabric down her thighs.

Wow.

The girl was drenched, you watched as her shiny streaks of wetness clung to her lips, as you removed the clothing. You felt your mouth water at the sight, you let out your own appreciative groan. Of all the female footballers that could have been in your room tonight it had to be the one you lusted over the most, the one that you literally pictured in this room many times. Now here she was. All wet and waiting.

Alexia heard your moan, it made her chest swell with pride. It felt like she had done something right for you.

“Look at you, you may have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen.” You smiled as you took a swipe from her wet lips. You lifted your wet finger to your mouth and smeared her essence on your lips, like she was your own personal lip gloss.

You groaned. “Fuck, she taste pretty too, what a sweet little thing you are.”

Alexia moaned from your words, you could tell the girl was starting to visibly relax.

“I’m going to play with your pretty little arse for a little bit. I have a beautiful red diamond plug that I think will suit you perfectly.”

“Yes, Miss Queen. I’d like that.” her voice trembled.

You had a feeling you knew why Alexia had booked with you, it was always the same. People who booked with you who were always in a leading role, a job that everyone counted on you to make the decisions. The people who got the most blame for a mistake that wasn't even theirs, it was just because they were the main face that they would get the most backlash. And with jobs like that they were always in charge, so coming here was a break, a release from the stress. They didn't get to make any decisions here.

You smirked as you covered the plug generously with lube, but not without covering your fingers too. You slowly started to ease one finger into her tight hole. Her breathing picked up straight away, small moans left her mouth as you got the tip of your finger past her tight muscles. “Such a good girl.”

She moaned at your words. Her back arched as she felt your finger slowly ease depper in, she clearly wasn't a stranger to this, you couldn't help imagine her outside this room and in your own bed training her arse to stretch. After some slow and gentle pushing your knuckle was pressing into her hole. You allowed her to get used to the feeling, ever so slowly moving your finger in and out, stretching her out. Her soft moans were beautiful, you watched as she held onto the bed sheets needing something to hold.

You stroked her back with your free hand. “So good.” She pressed her arse back into you, she was definitely a praise kink kind of girl. Your favourite kind of girl. After a while of manipulating her hole, you slowly removed your finger and began to ease the shiny but plug.

“You’re so good, taking this like a pro. You’ve done this before haven’t you? Hmm? You like your pretty arse played with.”

“Sííí. Sí M-miss Queen.” Alexia groaned.

“I thought so. Such a dirty pet.”

Finally the plug was sitting perfectly between her cheeks. You looked down proudly at your work, a red gem next to her red cheeks. Another shiney substance caught your eye, that’s when you noticed her juices had dribbled halfway down her thighs.

“Oh my poor pretty pet, you've made such a mess of yourself.” You said it with a hint of tease to your voice. “Let me clean you up.”

You got on your knees in front of Alexia’s thighs, you dipped your head closer and ran your tongue up each strong thigh, catching her body's juices. Alexia let out a groan at the feeling of your tongue, cleaning her up. You had tasted many girls in your time but wow, Alexia was something special. You sucked and licked on her skin, you grabbed her cheeks as she began to push backwards, clearly wanting your tongue somewhere else.

“Ohh she's a desperate girl.” Your voice was teasing.

She really was, Alexia had been looking forward to this appointment for months, she found out about this establishment through a friend of a friend, and when she came across your profile she enquired instantly.

You began to kiss up close to her sex, her lips were dripping. You slowly moved closer to where she wanted you most, but teased her with purposefully slow kisses, inch by inch getting closer. You smirked as you heard her breathing getting quicker. Ever so gently you kissed her lips, your own lips topped back up with the beautiful gloss that was Alexia.

A whimper dripped from the girl's mouth, god she was desperate. You could tell she needed this. You kissed her again, this time you pushed your tongue past her lips and into her velvety folds, finally having her on your tongue. You weren't ready for the filthy groan she let out, making your own pussy throb.

You lapped a few times before you began to eat her out properly, your tongue stroking teasingly at her hole, but not once touching her clit. She tried to open her legs further, but her thongs still on her thighs only allowed her so far.

As much as it pained you to do, you pulled away from her. You wanted to have more fun with her before she was allowed to come. But of course she protested when you stopped.

“Please Miss Queen. I’ve been so good.”

Fuck. Alexia begging was music to your ears. “You have been good, so good, but I’m not done playing with you.”

The blonde let out a moan, but before she could even finish your hand smacked her arse. Making her yelp.

“Lay on the bed, on your front now!” You put on your most dominant voice.

The girl couldn't move quicker, she laid on her front waiting for you. You pulled her thongs down off her thighs, freeing her legs. “Put your arms up near your head.” You commanded.

She did as she was told. You grabbed her hands and locked her wrist in the restraints attached to the front of bed. Her naked body laid there waiting for you. The red gem between her cheeks caught your eye as you approached her.

“I’m sorry, Miss Queen. I j-just. Your tongue feels so good.”

You stroked her hair from her neck, you moved closer to her ear, licking the shell as you did. “You wont get my tongue if you carry on being a brat. Is that what you want?”

Panic set in her eyes. “No, no. Please. I’m sorry, Miss Queen. Ho sento molt”

You hadn’t prepared yourself for Alexia speaking in Catalan. You felt yourself becoming wet again, but you gritted your teeth and held down your own hornyness for now. You grabbed a fistfull of her hair and yanked her head up. “Make me angry one more time. I promise you won't like it.”

You released the hold on her hair and walked over to the candles on the side, picking up one in particular. This one had a lip on the side for a certain use. You walked back over, your heels hitting the wooden floor boards with purpose. You climbed on the bed and sat just below Alexias arse.

“Make sure to breathe, baby girl.”

“Yes, Miss Queen.” The Spaniard breathed out.

You tilted the candle slowly on its side and watched as the hot melted red wax dripped over her back, she cried out as the burning liquid came into contact with her skin.

The noises she let out made your own eyes roll back. Alexia was writhing underneath you. The hot sensation of the wax made every nerve in her body scream. It felt like a bolt of electricity had coursed through her skin, she gasped as she felt more drips gather just above her cheeks, the feeling was intoxicating, she could feel her cunt pulsate from the burn.

“I would normally gag my pet but the noises you make are delicious.”

“Graci-gr- ….aghh. Thank you. Th-ank you, Queen.”

Her accent had become thicker, she was clearly struggling to form her words, you loved it. You didn't even care that she messed up. “Hmm, such a good, pretty pet.” You moved the candle away, you watched as the blonde breathed hard beneath you. You climbed off her, putting the candle back on the side.

You went into your dresser to get your next prop. “You ready to be a good girl? Be my good, pretty pet?” You began to remove your corset, the Spaniard's hazel eyes popped open comically as your corset hit the floor, she watched you like a hawk. You were now completely naked other than your thigh high boots. You slinked over to her, she was still trapped by the restraints, unable to move.

“Sí Miss Queen, I want to be your good girl, please.” Her voice was raspy.

You smiled as you stroked her hair, she was such a good submissive, it nearly took your breath away. You began to attach your item in your hand around her neck. She watched you closely, her hazel eyes were dripping with want, she looked at you like she wanted to devour you. As much as she was a sub you could tell she could switch it up. The look she gave you almost made you nervous, almost.

You untied her from her wrist restraints but she was now attached to a new type of restraint. “Come pretty girl. Follow me. I think you deserve a treat.” You smiled devilshy at her, and she smiled back, fuck, this girl was breaking your resolve. You watched as Alexia followed you, you held the lead in your hand that was now attached to her neck. You walked backwards watching her movements. My god what a sight it was.

You walked in front of the lit fireplace, and stood in front of the big black leather chair. A chair fit for a queen. You gently pulled the blonde closer by her lead, just shy of your mouth. You could feel her heavy breathing on your lips. You smirked up at her, her hazel eyes were locked on to your mouth. She truly was beautiful.

You slowly inched impossibly closer to her mouth, your lips millimetres from touching hers. You scraped her hair back gently and slowly attached your lips to hers, kissing her for the first time tonight. You kept it slow, her lips were so delicate and soft. You were exploring her mouth the way you wanted, you gently dipped your tongue past her lips, earning you the cutest groan.

Alexia could kiss, her mouth fit perfectly against yours, both enjoying the feeling of the other. She delicately slipped her tongue in your mouth, you allowed it as it was still the pace you set. Her skilful tongue danced over your own, making you groan. She clearly liked that she was able to pull a noise from you, as she made small muffled noises that made you want to throw her on the bed and fuck her relentlessly.

That's when she forgot her place.

You felt her hand come up to touch your hip slightly squeezing you, just as she decided to push her tongue further, trying to control the kiss. You pulled away, her eyes were still closed as she tried to chase your lips. You chuckled at her neediness, but really you just wanted to give her anything she wanted. Fuck. Get it together.

You pulled her lead again close to your mouth, eyeing her up. “Has someone forgotten who's in charge here?” Before she could answer you pulled her leash harder. She gasped from the jolt. “Because I know for a fucking fact it isnt you.” That knocked her down a peg, but you knew you'd give it to her later. She knew it too.

“I’m sorry, Miss Queen, your mouth is perfecte.”

You pulled the lead, making her pant. “On your knees, pretty pet.” She obeyed and slowly dropped to her knees, never taking her eyes off of you. The glow from the fire illuminated half of her face, causing her hazel eyes to glow a golden colour, making her look even more beautiful. She stared up at you like you were some kind of god, like she was ready to drop any religion she believed in before tonight and worship you instead.

You sat on the leather chair, spreading your legs wide. Her eyes went straight to your core, she saw instantly how wet you were, causing an excited look to flash across her face. Her mouth was slightly parted; you didn't miss the way her tongue darted out, wetting her kiss swollen lips. You let out a deep sigh as you leaned back into the seat, making yourself comfy, your cocky bravado on full show. You lent your hand under your chin, a devilish smile plastered your face. You looked at the girl sitting in front of you, she was a completely different girl from the one who walked in this room tonight. There were no nerves in sight, no more tense muscles, and you hadnt even fucked her yet. You gently pulled the lead to get her attention, as she was still unashamedly gazing at your wet lips.

“Are you ready for your treat, pretty girl?”

She nodded quickly. “Sí, sí. Please Miss Queen, I’m ready.”

You smirked. “Good. You’ve made me a bit of a mess. Come and clean me up.”

She shuffled closer to you on her hands and knees, you placed your heel on her back to rest and to remind her who was in charge. You jerked the lead just before she could inch any closer to you.

“Do not stop until I tell you to.”

“Sí, Miss Queen.” Her voice was desperate.

“Clean me up.”

She began to kiss up your thigh, but made quick work of it, clearly impatient as her tongue was on your clit a lot quicker than you wanted. You yanked the leash, moving her away from you.

“Do not rush. Do not make me warn you again, or you'll be tied up and spanked until you can no longer feel your skin. Do you understand?”

She bit her lip in remorse, and once again it nearly made you slip, this girl was driving you crazy and you had a feeling she knew it too. “Ho sento, Miss Queen.” She kissed your thigh gently.

“Good, get back to it. Make sure to swallow, don’t waste a drop.” You pulled her closer by the leash, not giving her time to respond. This time her lips were slow on your thighs, licking and sucking gently. She took small bites on your flesh, making you grit your teeth. “Good girl.” You rewarded her. Her golden eyes looked up at you, clearly happy to be praised again. She kept her eyes glued to yours as her tongue finally made contact with your wet lips. You made a point not to react, she was going to have to work for this. You didn’t want her to get any more cocky than she already was.

Did it annoy Alexia? Yes. She knew she was good with her tongue, actually if she was being honest she was amazing with her tongue. When she saw you didn't even flinch it jarred her, she didn't really know why but she wanted to prove herself to you, but she didn't mind putting on a show for you. She dipped her tongue into your cunt and up your folds, soaking her tongue in your juices, she leaned slightly back so you could see just how wet you were.

You watched as your shiny wet streaks clung from her tongue to your core, she looked at you as she greedily licked your arousal into her mouth and swollowed. Fuck, this was going ot be hard. She got to work on pleasuring you, lapping her tongue through your velvet folds, her eyes closed in concentration, slurping and swallowing your juices. The sight before you was breathtaking, you had Alexia Putellas on her hands and knees eating you out like she had a point to prove.

The fire's flames licked over her body, her olive skin was glowing from the small blaze. She moved her tongue higher, you couldn't hold the moans any longer as her talented tongue toyed with your clit. You brought your hand into her blonde hair, pushing her head closer. She groaned from the touch, happy to feel your contact.

“Quite a talented mouth you have on you. You feel so good, pretty pet.” You praised her.

You pushed her further into your pussy, she was building you up quicker then you normally would like, but a part of you didnt care, she felt too good, and she was definitely making a point. She sucked gently on your swollen bundle of nerves, your hand in her hair getting tighter as she sucked and licked. You could feel the coil in the bottom of your stomach start to build. Your moans only pushed Alexia further, wanting so badly to make you come. As your pleasure built you heard a small noise come from the girl below you, she started to fucking whimper as she suckled on your erect clit. You looked down at her, her eyes were closed as her head bobbed up and down between your legs.

“You’re such a good, pretty pet. I’m going to come in your pretty mouth. S-so good. So fucking good.” You rasped out.

Her noises alone made your hips start to move, you began to push into her mouth, she had the most perfect suction on your bundle of nerves. You pulled on her leash to get her closer, her whimpering getting louder as your hips moved against her tongue. The heated wave of your orgasm rushed through your body, you grabbed her head, needing her to stay exactly where she was, you pushed her impossibly closer as she sucked on your clit. Her name was on the tip of your tongue, as you shakily whimpered out, but you were able to hold it down.

Alexia was in heaven, she felt your juices seep out and coat her tongue. She swallowed you down like you told her to, her own head swelled at seeing you so out of breath. She stayed on her hands and knees, lapping you up. You were sensitive but you allowed her to stay on, you watched her tongue lick between your folds, it wasn't long before she coaxed another orgasm out of you, making you completely fall apart.

You let out a shaky breath as you moved her head away. You hated to admit it but no one had ever made you come like her, most of the time your guest wasn't even able to make you come, let alone twice. You watched as the blonde sat on her heels, her mouth was smeared with your essence, she smiled up at you, clearly happy with herself.

You chuckled. “Wow. Not just talented on the pitch then are you.”

You saw the glint flash in her eyes at the praise, she broke out in a genuine smile, a smile that melted your insides, fuck sake. You would only praise her from now on if that's how she reacted. But you still had to remind her who was boss.

“Come pretty girl, unzip my boots.”

Alexia unzipped your boots, pulling them off you and placing them to the side.

“Up.” You snapped.

You both stood up, you were glad to be out of your heels as your legs felt like jelly as you stood.

“Come pretty pet.” You pulled on the leash and Alexia followed.

You snapped your fingers, pointing to the middle of the bed. “On your back, arms up.”

Alexia did what she was told and climbed on top of the bed with her arms up.

You heard a small gasp come from the girl. “A mirror?” She smirked.

You had a large mirror placed under the roof of the bed, so your guest had a view from the angle on their back.

You smiled. “Best view in the house.”

You attached her wrist to the restraints on the bed, making sure they were tight. You could feel her eyes watching your every move. You untied the leash around her neck, you wrapped your fingers gently around her neck and squeezed her throat, earning you a whimper.

“Hmm, I love the sounds you make.” You gently squeezed again.

She moved forward trying to connect her lips to yours, and you gave in, gently kissing her. If that’s what she wanted then that’s what she would get.

The Spaniard was giddy, you could see she was excited. And so was you. You walked over to your drawer of goodies and grabbed the harness you wanted, you slipped it on with the 8 inch dark navy dick attached to it. Alexia was staring at you, her muscular thighs were already rubbing together.

“Is someone desperate?” You teased.

“Sí, Miss Queen. I-I need you.”

“You need me? Hmm, la Reina needs me?”

“Sí, so bad. My queen.”

“Hmm I like that.” You chuckled.

You covered the strap with lube, and made your way over to the bed. You sat kneeled at Alexia's legs that were closed.

You eyed her up. “Open.”

She almost looked hesitant to do it, but she did, she shakily opened her legs and you nearly forgot how to speak. She was dripping wet. You felt your core tighten just at the sight. The red diamante plug was covered in her wetness, what a sight to see.

You smirked deviously.. You pushed her legs open wider. “You’re a messy kind of girl aren’t you?”

“I-I don’t normally. I’ve never been this wet before.” She said it so quietly it nearly broke your heart.

You rubbed her thighs soothingly “That's okay my pretty girl. It’s exactly how I want you.”

She smiled, letting out air that was stuck in her lungs.

You moved your hand to her soaking wet entrance and circled her clit.

“Merda.” She husked out.

You watched her face as you ran your fingers through her folds, just feeling her, remembering her, she moaned and wiggled under your touch. Then without warning you pushed two fingers inside her. The groan she let out made your pussy clench. She closed her eyes, her mouth gaped open from the sudden intrusion. You allowed her to get used to you before stroking your fingers in and out.

You slowly rubbed your thumb on her erect clit, causing the blonde to tense on your fingers, you could feel her walls already starting to shake. You dipped your head and replaced your thumb with your mouth, wrapping your lips around her swollen pink head.

Alexia’s moan was pornagraphic, her hips came off the mattress, her back arched as you suckled on her.

“Please, déu mio.” Her eyes were screwed shut as she begged. You moved your fingers harder in her, making sure to hit that beautiful g spot of hers. Your tongue eagerly lapped at her clit, flicking it, pushing her closer. Her wetness was seeping into your mouth, almost making it hard to breathe, you swallowed as you sucked, making sure she could hear your throat gulp her juices down.

It didn’t take long before her body started to completely shake, she pulled her arms on the restraints, wanting so badly to touch you. She would normally have some kind of control when a girl was in between her legs. She felt her muscles tighten as her body tipped over the edge, she came hard, she cried out as her body rutted against your mouth.

You kept your mouth on her until it was too much, she faintly cried out. “I can’t take anymore.” You reluctantly moved your head away, kissing her thighs on the way up. You sat up, your mouth gleaming with her essence. You lined yourself up to her entrance, one hand on her thigh, one hand holding the 8 inch appendage. You started to tease her entrance.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You.”

“What do you want from me, pretty pet?”

“To fuck me, hard.” She huffed.

“Hmm I don’t know if you can take it.” Your voice was teasing.

“I can take it.” She rolled her eyes and smirked.

“Hmm, but do you deserve it?”

“Yes. I’ve been so good. Please.” God she was desperate

“You’re so needy aren't you? Such a needy pretty girl.”

“Sí. I need you so bad.” Her voice was straining now.

“Tonight this pussy is mine, got it?” You circled her clit gently.

“S-sí, it's yours.” She moaned.

“You are mine, isn't that right pretty pet?”

“Sí, I'm all yours. All y-yours, I belong to you.” She husked out. Her eyes were full of lust, her face and cheeks blushing red, her hair was a slight mess. She looked perfect. “Please amore.”

You smiled at the term of endearment. “Only because you asked so nicely “Ready?”

“Sí, please. Sí us plau fot-me.”

You slowly pushed the head of the dick into her core, watching it enter her inch by inch. She started to let out small gasps as the girthy dick stretched her out, it almost felt too much, the air felt cold as it left her lungs.

“Breath, baby girl.” You didn't move, you were only half way in but you allowed her to get used to the thickness of you. You watched her take a few deep breaths, and her body relaxed. She lifted her hips for you to keep going. You squeezed her thighs as you began to push deeper, her whimpers were errotic, the noises this girl made were something you wish you could have heard every damn day.

You slowly began to pump your hips, you were kneeling between her legs, able to watch and move at the pace you wanted. You couldn't stop staring as you sunk in and out of her, her pussy swallowing each thrust. You began to move faster, her moans becoming louder as you stretched her out.

You placed your hands on the back of her thighs for support as you started to really fuck her. The sounds of her moaning and wet pussy were filling the room. You pushed her legs further to her chest and began to move your hips at a relentless speed. She tried to moan but no sound came out, your hips were moving like they were on speed.

“Perfect girl. So perfect. Taking my dick so well.”

Alexia just had to lay there and take the rough pounding you gave her, watching you fuck her in the mirror above, her hands were still restrained above her head. She tried to respond but she was a mess of filthy moans. Her face was pure bliss as you hit deep in her tight walls, pushing her body deep into the mattress below, as you pressed your body into hers.

You were close to her face now, you kissed her roughly, she was just about able to form a kiss, you sucked on her lower lip and sunk your teeth into her plump flesh, causing her to whimper. You let go of one of her legs and moved your hand to her throat, wrapping your fingers around her neck. You squeezed with just enough pressure to hear her moan slip into a broken cry.

You could have stayed like this all night, if her body would allow it, just watching her face as she was fucked by you, you could feel your clit throbing from the site. You kept your pace up for a while, you felt your body start to sweat, making both your skin stick, the fire in the room was definitely keeping you warm.

That's when you felt her legs begging to shake, she wrapped them around your waist pulling you deeper, her moans became high, her head flung back into the pillow. You leaned into her ear.

“That's it, pretty girl, let that pretty pussy come over my dick. You’ve been so good, taking me so well.”

You thrusted faster, you grabbed her face and kissed her, her whimpers vibrated on your lips, her eyes were shut as her body started to rut. “Estic venint!” You were glad you knew enough Catalan to understand that was a good thing. Her body shook as she came, you kissed her as her body became dead weight. You dropped her legs and gently pulled out of her. You wanted her in a new position, not caring about her protests.

“Turn around.”

Before she could even move you moved her body for her, you brought her hips up in the air, putting her on her knees. The ruby coloured plug was still in place. You didn't wait around, you sunk your dick inside her, right until your thighs were slotted with hers.

Alexia's eyes rolled into the back of her head, the pressure from the plug in this position was a whole different feeling, she could feel your dick pressing against the plug between her walls, the pressure was amazing. She didn’t have time to get used to it, you began to fuck her hard.

You pushed her head down as your hips slapped her cheeks on every thrust, you thought you’d heard her moan before, but nothing compared to this. She gripped the bed sheets as you went to town, her moaning made your own eyes roll. You stole a glance upwards at the mirror above, you watched her cheeks slap roughly against your thighs, your clit was rubbing perfectly against the base of the strap. You looked down at the ruby plug sparkling between her cheeks, your eyes then panned to the blue dildo, working in and out of her pussy. You smirked to yourself, they were the colours of Barcelona's kit.

Alexia was mumbling and moaning in the bed sheets below, you could make out some words, most of it in Catalan, swearing and gibberish. You pushed deeper, feeling a perfect spot for your clit, you could feel the warm pressure in your stomach begin to rise, but Alexia was already close. Her legs began to shake again, her moaning becoming high pitched.

“No baby, wait for me.” You demanded.

“I-I can’t” She groaned.

You slapped her arse hard. “You will.”

But it was too late, Alexia tried when she heard you but the slap of the arse may have been the thing to push her. She came hard around your dick, her choked moaning was loud, her throat would definitely hurt tomorrow. She realised what she did, apologising instantly.

“I’m, I’m sorry. I didn't mean to I - merdaaa!”

You started to thrust again, not caring about how sensitive she was, she disobeyed you, she would have to wait for you to come now.

“You’re going to take it until I come. Do you hear me?” Your voice was harsh.

“Sí, sí I’m sorry.”

Your hips went at a back breaking pace. Alexia started to moan, her body was in complete overdrive. You pushed her closer to the head board, where her restraints were attached, and pulled her body up so her back was against your front. You sunk your teeth into her neck as you fucked her, the wet noises coming from her pussy were filthy. She whimpered at the pleasurable pain from your teeth and your dick thrusting into her. She was so sensitive, it was a lot, her whole body was vibrating, thrumming from the pressure between her legs.

She gritted her teeth as you used her body to come. She knew she could say the safe word and you would immediately stop but it turned her on knowing she was being used in this way. And yeah, that she maybe disobeyed your orders on purpose to be a brat, so what.

You pulled her right up against your body, you grabbed her throat holding her neck giving you full access. You began to suck and bite on her pulse points, feeling her heartbeat thump under your tongue. Your hips never stopped, her whimpers and cries were right in your ear, pushing you to the edge.

“So good. Your moans are so fucking good.”

She couldn't respond Alexia was teetering on her 3rd orgasm of the night, and you were right behind her (literally) You felt her legs shake, you pushed your fingers on her clit, rubbing her at a furious rate. You pushed her down at the head board to grab. You leaned into her putting the pressure you needed on your clit. You felt the rush of your pleasure sweep through your body as you came against the strap, you grinded against her pushing your orgasm right to the edge. Your fingers stopped on Alexia as you caught your breath.

“Please, please don’t stop.” Alexia begged.

You chuckled roughly into her ear, making her shiver. “You are such a good girl, such a good pretty girl.”

You picked the pace back up and rubbed on her erect, sensitive clit, you brought her back up against your chest, both your bodies were slick with sweat, it didn't take long before she started to scream, she threw her head back, you captured her lips in a fierce kiss. That's when you felt a gush of water splash against your legs, Alexia had squirted all over your dick. This night was only getting better.

“M-merda.” She was completely out of breath.

You laughed softly, gathering her hair in one hand and blowing air on her sweaty neck. You both just stayed there catching your breath.

“I’m going to pull out okay?”

“Sí, slowly please.”

“Of course.” You kissed her shoulder as you gently pulled out. You climbed off the bed and unlocked the Spaniard from the restraints. She fell to the mattress, clearly exhausted from your activities. It made you smile. You walked into the onsweet bathroom and started to run a bath. You put plenty of lavender soak in to make it bubbly, and started to light the candles that sat alongside the bath. You came back in to see Alexias hooded eyes looking at you, a satisfied smile plastered her face.

“Looks like my pretty pet is all fucked out.” You smiled playfully.

She let out a throaty laugh. “Hmm, no. I think you are.”

Your smirk was sadistic. “No honey, why do you think you still have the plug in?”

Before Alexia could respond you grabbed her by the legs and turned her arse to the edge of the bed. You knelt to your knees and started to suck on her clit. She cried out her hands grabbing the sheets, too scared to touch you in case you stopped. Her body was so sensitive she was already guiding towards her 4th orgasm, you pushed two fingers into her core, at a fast rate. The blonde let out a throaty moan from the pace. You brought your other hand to her arse and began to push the plug in and out of her whole. That's when her hand did find your hair. But you allowed it.

You felt her legs start to shake, you sucked and licked at her very swollen, very sensitive clit, your fingers still thrusting deep inside her cunt. That familiar sound of her whimpers started to drip from her mouth, those sweet beautiful sounds. She pushed your head down further into her. That's when you felt her pussy pulsate around your finger and at the same time you pulled the plug out of her arse. The Spaniard let out a deep throaty scream you hadn't heard tonight as she came completely undone, giving her a whole different kind of sensation.

Her chest heaved heavily as she struggled to catch her breath, you kissed her thighs as you came up from her between her legs. You got back on your feet looking down at the girl, smirking at the mess you made of her. You wiped your thumb across your lips, gathering her wetness, her eyes were on you now. You sucked her wetness off your thumb and winked.

“You may be my new favourite flavour.”

Alexia's mouth gaped open, she groaned as she covered her eyes and laughed. Her laugh was rough, probably from all the screaming she had done tonight.

You quickly checked the bath and it was the perfect height, you turned the taps off and made your way back to Alexia.

“Follow me.” You put your hand out for her to take and she eagerly did. You guided her to the bathroom on her jelly like legs and helped her into the hot tub. You tied her hair into a bun, and showed her where everything was, if she needed it.

“Just relax okay, I’m just going to get this room sorted, do you need anything? I’ll get us some water, but would you like anything specific?”

She looked to be thinking. “No, I’m good. Water is fine. Gracias.” She smiled. Her voice was hoarse.

You nodded and smiled, you closed the door and called the number for room service.

“....Thank you, yeah erm, let's have a selection please, great, thanks chef.”

The cleaners came and changed the sheets at a rapid speed. Once they were done you thanked them and returned to Alexia.

“Hello pretty pet, how are we doing?” You smiled at her.

This was also part of the package, the after care. It was just as important as the sex side of things, it could sometimes get rough in the sheets and the body and mind sometimes had a habit of going into a weird kind of emotional shock if not properly looked after.

You helped her wash her body and helped her out of the bath. You wrapped her up in a warm fluffy towel and walked her back into the room. “There's fresh pjs on the bed. You don't have to wear them.” You winked, and she giggled. Fuck. You felt your knees go weak. You continued. “Fresh water is just on the table. Relax and make yourself comfortable. You kissed her forehead. “I’m going to take a shower and once I'm done I have a special cream for your arse that I’m going to apply.”

“Okay, thank you Miss Queen.” She smiled with teeth. What a completely different girl.

Once you were done you wrapped yourself in your robe and came back to the room. Alexia was watching TV laying on the bed completely naked.

“No pjs for you?” You smirked playfully. “Would you like a preference for me?”

“Oh erm, no, whatever you’re comfortable with. But I do like you naked.” She smiled shyly.

Just before you could answer, room service was at the door. You opened only enough to take the tray from the toy butler.

You turned around with a silver tray with a variation of ice cream. Alexia looked over and smiled.

“What's this?”

“For your throat, it helps trust me.”

The smile that spread across her face was breathtaking. “Gracias. Thank you so much.” She beamed.

“That's okay. I asked for a couple of flavours, as I wasn’t sure, but if these aren't what you like I can ask for whatever you want.”

“No this is perfect, thank you, Miss queen.”

You both ate ice cream naked, while you watched ‘The office’ on netflix, a completely different atmosphere settled in the room. Once you were done you left the bowls outside.

“On your front, let me cream that perfect arse.”

Alexia laughed and did what she was told. You gently applied the cream to her cheeks, it was a cream to make sure the blisters would heal. The blonde was close to falling asleep, yawning as you creamed. You laced kisses up from her cheeks up to her neck.

“Done. Are you ready for bed, pretty pet?”

She smiled with sleepy eyes. “Sí, thank you for that. It feels good.”

You got into bed and before you could ask, Alexia threw herself into your chest, laying her head just under your neck. You instantly held her closer, you could feel her warm breath on your skin, making you shiver.

“Is this okay?” She asked, her voice almost sounded worried.

“Definitely.” You kissed the top of her head. Both of you fell asleep in each other's arms.

The clock alarm went off the next morning, pulling you from your deep sleep. Alexia started to stir before you could turn it off. You had 3 hours left with the girl, it made your heart break a little. The blonde made a cute but very sexy groan as she stretched her body, she nuzzled her nose and lips into your neck. “Nu vull.” Her morning voice was raspy.

You laughed at the childlike version of Alexia. You kissed her head as you pulled her closer. You stayed there for a couple of minutes, stroking her back, feeling her soft skin under your fingertips. She let out a deep sigh as she moved her hips a little into your thigh that was between her own. You pushed your thigh deeper into her and to no surprise you were met with wetness. You smirked as you pushed deeper, making Alexia groan.

“Is my pretty pet wet for me already?”

Her sleepy smile gave you butterflies that you knew had no right being there.

“Sí” She grinded her hips harder on your leg, making a point.

You started to kiss her neck, making sure to kiss every spot, she smiled as she felt your lips press against her skin. You pushed her gently on her back and started to move down her body, you sucked and licked at her olive skin, you could smell the lavender on her skin from the bubble bath. You kissed at her nipples that were still soft, clearly not as awake as Alexia's other regions. You sucked the soft flesh into your warm mouth, you couldn't help but moan as you felt the nub begin to perk under your tongue. Alexia watched you as you worshiped her body, you sank further down in between her legs, her lips glistened with her morning arousal, it made your mouth water, you could feel your own wetness begin to pool between your legs from the sight alone.

You gently ran your tongue between her wet lips, Alexia groaned above you, her body waking up to the feeling of you. You were slow with it, just taking in her body, her flavour, her sounds, the way she bit her bottom lip when you sucked her in a certain way, the crease between her brows when you pushed your tongue inside her, lapping and drinking her down. Her hands laced your hair, you couldn't stop her, not when she looked so good, you also wanted her to do what she wanted, if this was the way she wanted things to go then you wouldn't stop her.

She slowly began to move her hips, pushing herself deeping into your tongue. Her morning voice mixed with a ragged throat from last night made her moans sound rough. “La teva boca és perfecta.” She whispered, you watched her as your mouth worked against her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, just feeling you eat her out, she didn't mind that you were taking it slow, she loved the thought of you just being there, she was in heaven. A new wave of wetness dripped into your mouth every so often, you could hear how wet she was as you lapped at her folds. You gently wrapped your lips around her soft clit, sucking the nub into your mouth.

Her fingers laced your hair, pulling you closer, she began to make the cute little whimpers she did ash she got close. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” She begged.

You didn't dare stop. You allowed her to gently fuck your face as she came in your mouth. She let out a deep groan as her legs clamped around your head. You stayed between her legs for most of the morning, sucking on her clit until she came 2 more times. When you finally released her she looked spent. Her face was a picture of bliss.

You ordered room service for some actual breakfast, even though you wished eating pussy classed as a meal it wasn’t sustainable. You both sat out on the balcony of your room, in your robes as you ate your breakfast. You spoke about her upcoming match, in a week. Sometimes you dreaded these mornings with the women, they could sometimes be awkward, no matter how hard you tried, but it wasn't like that with Alexia, she was completely at ease.

She even asked about your work, only one other guest asked about it before, no one ever asked, it was like they became weird at the fact that they paid for this service, but didn’t mind when you was fucking them an hour before. Alexia looked to be deep in thought when you spoke about it, she asked so many questions and you didn't mind answering.

“So no sex with men?” She asked.

“Nope. Just punishment, name calling, make them clean my room. Things like that.” You drank your oj.

“I see, this is good, no? They pay you, but they clean.” She giggled at her own joke.

You couldn't help but laugh at her, she was a completely different person from what you saw in the media, she was funny, gentle and a complete softy.

“I want to ride you.” She smirked into her glass as she said it.

But clearly she still had the confidence to take over a room.

“You’re going to suck it first.” You winked.

10 minutes later you found yourself on your back with the goddess that she was, riding your dick, she moaned as she fucked herself. Once again it wasn’t rushed, her hips moved slowly on you. You pinched at her nipples as she whimpered at the sensation, her eyes never left yours, it felt like you were making love to her. It was different but it was nice, it was what she needed. You circled her clit gently, teasing her, you made her beg for it. You reminded her who she belonged to. You told her she had to think of you when she touched herself, to remind her that her pussy was yours.

She came with a low groan, her throat sounded like it couldn't take anymore, her back arched, her head tilted back. You kissed her chest as she came down from her high. She helped you take the harness off and before you knew it her head was between your legs, you clit in between her lips. Just like you did, she was slow, painfully slow, you could feel her tongue exploring every crease of you. You came embarrassingly fast, but you couldn’t help it, Alexia had put some kind of spell on you. The second time wasn't so fast, her three fingers in you made you crumble beneath her, she kissed your mouth as you came, making you whimper into her lips.

Your time with her was coming to an end, you called room service to bring up her bags. You both showered, together of course. You couldn't help but find your hands between her legs once more, pinning her to the shower wall as your fingers fucked her roughly. Her moaning bouncing in the tiled room sounded even better.

You were both dressed now, you held her hands kissing her knuckles, you couldn't believe how quick the time had gone with her.

“I don’t even know where to start. Thank you so much for everything.” The blonde smiled shyly.

“You’re more than welcome. I’ve had a lot of fun with you.” You smirked.

“I don’t know if you would want to but I have some spare tickets for my gam -, No sorry. I don’t know why I said that. I - I - erh,”

You stopped her with a kiss. “I'd like that actually.”

Her eyes lit up. “Yeah?” Her cheeks blushed for a whole other reason.

“Yeah, you can get my details off the team. I’ll let them know I’m okay with it.” You smiled.

“Okay, great. I can't wait.” She kissed your cheek.

“Yeah, Lucy Bronze is my favourite, I can't wait to see her.” You smirked.

She gave you a fake laugh and rolled her eyes. Smiling as she nudged you away. “Ha ha! So funny.”

What was happening to you? You never allowed this but Alexia was something else, someone completely different, you genuinely liked the girl.

“Good bye, my Queen” Alexia kissed your lips.

You pulled back “Good bye la meva Reina.”

You opened the door, one of the ‘toys’ was waiting outside to accompany Alexia out. You said your final goodbyes and watched the Spaniard leave. A weird feeling sat in your stomach, you had never felt like this before, but a weird empty space had overtaken you. The only thing you could hope was that she didn't chicken out wanting to see you next week.

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A couple days had passed and you hadn't gotten anything from the girl you assumed she didn't do it, or she changed her mind. Until one evening you heard a notification on your phone. You smiled as you read it.

‘Link Attachment - Tickets, VIP access for Barcelona grounds.’

Alexia - Sorry it took a while, my team hadn't sent it over. I hope you can still make it x

You - I was starting to think I’d have to watch it from home lol. Thank you, I can't wait x

Alexia - ahaha, no! I got you amazing seats. How have you been? X

You spoke throughout the night, you couldn't get over the way Alexia made you feel. There was a connection you had with her that felt so natural, butterflies fluttered in your stomach for the next week, until you were face to face with La Reina again.

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maxgirl29 · 2 months ago

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She’s their child and you can’t change my mind 😭

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mercurycft · 7 months ago

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𝐔𝐆𝐇 — 𝐋.𝐖

## reader x leah williamson !! enemies to lovers

hiiiiiii pookies! hope you enjoy this little angsty smutty fic! hopefully ill have some more bits out for you guys over the next few weeks - life is just crazing atm and i spend 99% of my time at work :( anywayyyys - i hope you enjoy this! its a long one - love always - RG x

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contains : NOT PROOF READ BC I CBA!!!! angst, enemies to lovers, arrogant!leah, top!leah, oral r receiving, fingering r receiving, caught red handed, foul language.

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it's a hot may monday in london - the type of hot that sits at the back of your throat and grabs at your skin harshly. today, you wake up to the day’s first rays of sun peaking through the blinds, a stark contrast to the usual grey, early morning skies. you sigh into the space around you, already feeling sticky and uncomfortable as you roll over, your hand brushing against the empty space in your bed and reaching for your phone to silence your alarm.

you get up - against your will, and begin to get ready for your day. shuffling about your flat, nerves brewing in the pit of your stomach at the mere thought of having to walk into work today, you try to distract your mind. taking your time for your usual routine - overly aware that you have given yourself more time than needed.

it’s your first day back to work. your first full and proper day back in london, and you already find yourself wishing it was the last. you loved your job - loved the people you had met; the people who had become some of your closest friends in the entire world. you worked hard, got your degree and that led you here.

well, truth be told you like most of the people you've met.

leah williamson, however, did not fit into that category. she was arrogant, dismissive. the type of woman that always seemed to be looking down her nose at you - like she was better than you. you tried your hardest to like her; to look past her abrupt and oftentimes rude exterior and personality but you just couldn't.

the way she spoke to you, how she held herself whilst she walked around the grounds - god it had you riled up. nerves raging at the mere thought of being in the same room as her for a prolonged period of time. but alas, you had to remain professional.

you couldn't jeopardise your job, your income - to spite a woman who somehow seems to make it her life mission to aggravate and annoy you. so, instead, you smiled sweetly. spoke extra calmly, all in attempted to be the bigger person.

she didn't make it easy for you with her tanned skin and deep blue eyes - the accent which rolled off her lips gracefully and caused a smile to threaten at your lips every time she spoke.

you weren't the best at staying focused, clearly. finding yourself staring absentmindedly into the bathroom mirror, toothbrush still between your lips whilst the thought of her trickled through the depths of your mind. disgust and attraction tangoed in your stomach; rattling around your organs until you finally ripped your eyes away and continued to get ready.

an hour later you were in the carpark, head leant against the headrest and hands still fixed at the 10 and 2 positions. you spent the next few minutes preparing yourself - taking deep breaths and assuring yourself you would be calm and collected from the minute you walked in.

so you were, armed with your bag slung over your shoulder and a ring-binder tucked beneath your arm you entered - smiling at the few familiar faces around you; all kitted out in their newest and finest training kits. they were earlier than usual, some of them having arrived last night and a couple this morning.

in an ideal world, you would've had time to settle into your day before she arrived. but this is clearly not an ideal world. after exchanging pleasantries with the girls loitering in the foyer, you said a brief and collective goodbye and headed towards your office.

through the double doors, round to the right and through the hallway. it wasn't far, but by the time you had rounded the corner your shoulder had began to ache from your bag and the folder had started to jab into your side. you knew the route like th eback of your hand, having wandered through these halls on numerous occasions after the last few years.

so, your head stayed tucked into your phone. too focused on the screen below you to notice the body slumped against the wall beside your office door, or the way it shifted to face you as you neared.

"you're late." you knew who it was before your eyes even lifted to meet theirs.

"williamson, to what do i owe this pleasure?" you exhaled, rolling your eyes out of view when you turned to unlock your door.

"you're late."

"your watch is fast."

this was usually how your interactions went, you tried to keep them to a minimum - but when you did talk, this was pretty much the usual.

"have you had a chance to look over the new schedules yet? i've had them emailed to you." she continued, paying to mind or attention to anything previously spoken.

"oh yes, please come in." you sneered as she followed into the room behind. you flicked on the lights and put your folder down on the desk, along with your bag. they hit the wood with a thud and you turned around to face her as she continued speaking.

"well, did you?"

"considering you just watched me walk in, what do you think?" you threw back with a raised eyebrow and a wide expression.

"arsehole." she muttered as she left, turning away from you like a toddler and almost swinging the door off of its hinges on her way out.

"oh captain williamson how you have hurt me. prick." you whispered below your breath sarcastically, face screwed up in a childish manner as you slumped into your seat with a grumble.

it wasn't always like this, bitter and short. there was a time when you and leah actually managaed to tolerate eachother, you were almost friends. then, when leah suffered her ACL injury - the dynamic did a full flip. she was knocked by the full force of her harsh, new reality. she was angry at the world, angry that the one thing she loved most was ripped from beneath her feet in a matter of seconds.

you, in charge of her recovery, were the closest and clearly most obvious thing to blame - so she did. every set back, every minor issue - was thrown onto you and your apparant incompetance to care for your players, your team. you paid it no mind, plagued with sympathy for her.

you had assumed once she recovered and her time spent rebuilding her strength was completed, that maybe she was ease up. that she would stop the snide comments or glaring stares across the room. you assumed wrong. instead she insisted on acting like a child, everyday. at first you tried to rise above, not letting her have an affect on you but everytime she spoke you felt your stomach physiclaly recoiling; twisting with anger. so eventually, you came to terms with it and you stopped taking it.

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the day drags on, your various appointments come and go and you can finally feel the end of the day nearing. people had started popping their heads in to say goodbye's and exchange see you tomorrow's and now it was just you and a few others who remained in the building. today had dragged and the thought of your bed was the only thing keeping you going. it was nearly 6pm when you had finally finished the reports and notes you needed to complete and just as you start to gather up your things the door ahead of you flies open.

“are you taking the piss?” leah. you inhale deeply at the sound of her voice bellowing through the room - careful to remind yourself of where you are.

“hm?” you dont even look up, seemingly unbothered by her presence and still flicking through the documents and papers littered across your desk. you can feel her fume from across the space, the humorous thought of her literally bursting into flames threatens a pinched smile to tug at your lips.

“i’ve been ringing you since lunch!”

“oh, i haven’t noticed.”

“why do you have to make it your daily goal to fuck me off, y/n!” she pauses and a weighted silence brews between you. “funnily enough it’s actually your job to pick up your phone!” she continues, hands waving about beside her. “especially when it’s me calling you! don’t you think that when you see my name flash up, that maybe you should fucking answer. your. pho-”

“no, leah!” your hands hit the desk palm flat with a smack, the fire behind your eyes fuelled by the sting across the skin. she’s loud, but you can be louder. “i dont, because funnily enough, i don’t answer to you!”

after starting you couldn’t stop, eight months of tongue biting and insult swallowing has come back to bite you in the back side - and now, the words came vomiting out with no sight of when they will stop.

“you don’t pay my wages!” you hold one finger up, pointing at her viciously. “you don’t get to come in here and bark orders at me!” quick breath. “you may be ‘captain williamson’ out there, on that pitch.” your finger moves to point out the window at the grassy area beyond the building. “but in here, through that door-” it moves to punctuate your sentence. “you are just leah! and i don’t know what gives you the right to come in here, day in day out and berate me!”

"you know thats-"

"all i do is listen to you speak, and comment and now fucking shout at me! in my office! and i am sick. sick! of hearing your voice ringing in my ears because you think you are better than everyone else! well earth to leah - the sun doesn't shine out of your fucking arse!"

too consumed by the anger radiating between you and the words flying off your tongue, you hadn't noticed how you had now moved from the safety of your desk. instead, you stood no more than a metre before her. skin on fire as you stared into her eyes and let all of the compressed anger bubble to the surface.

you both shared a moment of hefty quiet, chests heaving in sync as you collected your thoughts and your mouth opened again.

"you are rude." a step closer. "you are arrogant." another. "you are nasty." one more. "and you are truly, utterly and entirely a giant pain in my arse." you had travelled closer than intended during your rant, and now you stood inches from her. jaw clenched and breath shuddering when your eyes levelled once more.

the rage you felt overpowered every ounce of logic left in your brain, and you felt a wave of disgust crash over you when you found yourself softening at the smell of her sweet, vanilla perfume.

you were adamant this time, this was the last time she spoke to you like that. of the last time she spoke to you at all, you didn't really care.

"you're a bitch." she spat back into the small and enclosed space between you. you felt your breath catch in your throat as you realise that there may well be a possibility she's right.

maybe its the adrenaline pumping through your veins and intoxicating your bloodstream, or maybe its the way her hair has started to fall in front of her eyes as she heaves for breath in front of you, but t he air feels electric, and you sense the same awareness in her.

without a word exchanged, she steps forward and reaches for you. you don't know what you expected - but instead of pushing you away she pulls you towards her. you stumble slightly, unable to shake off her grip and leaning into her fingertips unintentionally.

there's a pause, a shift.

the air surrounding you suddenly too thick to inhale, grazing the back of your throat as your lungs are deprived of their need for oxygen. her eyes bore into your own, and you're sure, just for a split second - a wicked smirk pulls her lips into a lopsided and overly cocky line.

then she's on you, her lips against yours - fierce, unforgiving. you move with no real method, lips fighting against each other and teeth clashing. her teeth pull against your bottom lip roughly and you hiss, stomach contorting at the feel of her smile against the now sensitive skin of your lips.

you shouldn't want this, this shouldn't be happening. the little voice inside your head, the voice of reason is silenced when her hands move to your waist - gripping at the fabric of your top and leading you backwards towards your desk. your lips don't leave hers, worried if you come up for air you'll miss even a moment of this.

the edge of your desk hits the back of your thighs, and shes quick to hoist you up to perch on the surface. your legs spread and her frame holding ground between your thighs, your hands grabbing at whatever skin they could find as she kissed you feverishly.

her hands roam under your shirt and caress the skin of your back roughly - her soft skin juxtaposed with the way the pads of her fingertips graze across the small area. you busy your hands by sliding up the back of her thighs, feeling the skin uncovered by the shirts she adorns. you drag your nails against her urgently, encouraged by the way she moans into your mouth, her hands gripping your back and pulling your front against her.

begrudgingly breaking the kiss, she trails kisses along your jaw, nipping at your ear roughly with a grunt, and then down your neck. she can taste the salty sweetness of the skin, her own stomach flipping when you arch your neck to give her better access. your hands now wrapped around the back of her neck and twisting into the short hairs that reside there. your breath comes in short bursts as she continues the attack on your skin, hitching when you feel her teeth graze along the skin of your throat and her tongue following in their path to soothe the area.

she pauses as you gasp, her fingertips finding the hem of your top and toying with it before she lifts it up and over your head. you hear a grumble rise from the depths of her throat at the sight of you tucked into a pale lace bra, her hands quick to tug the fabric down and expose your breasts - the wave of air causing your nipples to harden.

you pull her down towards you, encouraging her mouth as she took one in. swirling her tongue around it and sucking gently. your chest rose into her, begging her for more when she bit down softly - a jagged cry slipping past your lips. she continued like this for a few more minutes, working you up with her tongue and fingers as she flicked and alternated between your nipples.

your bliss was interrupted by her hand flat against your collarbones, pushing you down until your back laid flat against your desk - not caring for the way the sheets crumpled beneath the weight of you.

she didn't give you time to catch your breath, instead she continued her path of kisses and sloppy tongue movements down the length of your body until she knelt on the carpet below you. her thumbs dipped into the waist of your trousers and underwear and began to tug them down your legs, her mouth attached to every part of the skin she revealed until she had them pulled down and pooling around your ankles.

she takes the moment to admire you from this angle, the way your skin creases and your chest rises and falls. your hair littering the space on the desk around you and hands firmly clenched beside your frame.

you're too concerned with studying the ceiling above you to catch the smirk settling across her lips again when she notices how you glisten in the light - her face level with your very evident desperation.

the fingers gripping your thighs were warm and strong as if she was trying to permanently transfer her fingertips onto your skin. her hot breath made your skin tingle and your core ache, you lifted your hips up towards her, pussy clenched tightly around the nothingness as your mind filled with vulgar images of her lips wrapped around you, her tongue on you.

as if she could read your mind, her tongue darted out to lick you lightly - her arousal clouding her mind when you moaned, pressing your hips forward into the source of the friction, begging her for more.

"fuck," she practically purred, her voice low and sultry.

she gave in again for just a second, allowing her tongue to lay flat against your clit - savouring the way she felt your clit pulse and throb against her tongue before pulling away and swallowing you entirely.

you don't have time to complain before she's on you again, her tongue teasing your sensitive clit. circling the nerves gently before pulling away with a little suck and then diving back in to repeat the process again. you try to stay quiet, hand laid against your mouth in an attempt to muffle the noises that you couldn't fight away. the odd moan or whimper tumbling from your lips cautiously.

completely consumed by the way her tongue flicked across your bundle of nerves, you hadn't noticed when she removed one of her hands from your thigh. you did notice, however, when you felt her push a single finger into you - her pussy clenching around her digit and a guttural moan slipping past the skin of your hand.

your body felt as if it had been set ablaze, every nerve ending on fire, every muscle taut and aching for release. when she feels your relax around her, she begins to move her finger in and out of you, slowly at first, then with increasing speed and urgency. her tongue continues its relentless assault on your clit, circling and teasing until you're sure you'll go insane from the need. your hips arch off the bed and your hand grips the edge of the desk beside you, as you meet her thrusts with your own rhythm, breath coming in ragged gasps.

you reach down, gripping her hair tightly, urging her to go deeper, faster. you feel her moan against your skin, her breath hot as it fans across the exposed skin of your pussy. you feel her finger curl, hitting that spot deep inside you that sends shudders of pleasure through your entire body. you're so close, so impossibly close, but you need more. you need her.

you arch your back, lifting your hips closer to her touch as you beg, "harder, please." the words are barely out of your mouth when you feel her press a second finger inside you, stretching you, filling you in a way that feels both foreign and achingly familiar.

her fingers move in tandem with her tongue, curling and thrusting in a perfect rhythm with the hand between your legs. you're lost in the sensation, your mind a haze of pleasure and need. too lost to remember where you are as the coil in your stomach tightens and twists at the pressure of her fingers inside you.

as if sensing your rapidly approaching release, she leans back, her breath hot against your leg. chin glistening with your arousal. "that's it, love. let go."

her fingers move faster when she feels your legs start to shake beside her head as you feel yourself begin to unravel, the tension coiling in your belly finally giving way to a powerful orgasm that sweeps through you in waves. your body convulses, your muscles tensing and releasing as pleasure ripples through you.

you cry out her name, your voice raw and desperate, as you arch your back and come apart in her hands. she murmurs words of encouragement, her breath warm against your skin, her fingers relentless in their pace. and then, finally, she slows, withdrawing her fingers from you, allowing you to catch your breath.

you both sit in an oddly comfortable silence together, inhales mirrored between you both whilst you try and navigate what just happened.

before either of you can speak, or even figure out what to say - the silence is interrupted by a knock against the door beyond you both. you raise up into a sitting position almost quicker than the speed of sound, leah lifting into a standing position between your still-spread legs with a finger pressed against her lips to silence you and wide eyes.

neither of you speaks, trying to breathe silently at the revelation of a body on the other side of the door.

"by the way, this office is not soundproof.." the voice speaks out through the door, their words barely coherent through their laughs. the pair of you now embarrassed and wanting the earth to open and swallow you whole at the presence of your friends outside the room.

"shit.."

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imverits · 5 months ago

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#Lena Oberdorf #Women’s football #Woso #My gif

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iheartmapi · 5 months ago

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A fluffy surprise

Mapi Leon x reader

Summary: After finishing work you want to enjoy some fresh air before coming home, while on a walk you notice a poor stray kitten, you take it in but how will Mapi react?

Fluff.

TW: kitten in a bad situation, mentions of death (very brief ones tho),

Word summary: 1,565

At last, your shift was approaching its end, you stared tiredly at your computers screen, yawning you finally turned it off. It was time for you to get back home, you were dreaming of a warm bath to ease the tension in your muscles and bones from sitting at your desk all day.

As you stood up from your seat you stretched awkwardly, hearing a couple of crunches here and there, your eyes scanned over your almost empty desk, it was kind of a sad sight to be honest..save for the framed picture of you and your girlfriend together, Mapi was looking at the camera whilst you kissed her cheek affectionately, you smiled at the photo before taking your bag along with your employee ID.

You made your way to the elevator, going down onto the ground floor, at the bottom you said goodbye to a couple of work colleagues before finally leaving.

Mapi would be still busy at this point at time..you hadn’t got much to do at home all alone, so you decided to visit your beloved cafe, some time has passed since the last time you went there, after all you were busy with your work as well as Mapi with hers.

You walked down the lively streets, the chatter of cars and reinventions in the distance ringing in your ears..with purpose you neared the desired street, a couple of shops down you could see the shield of your cafe already.

Finally you grasped the cafe’s glass doors handel and came inside, looking around the comfy and boho-inspired cafe memories of your time spent here alone, outings with friends and dates with Mapi came back to you, you smiled as you reminisced, making your way over to the counter with a smile on your face, there clearly weren’t a lot of clients today so the barista came up to take your order immediately. During your walk here you had decided on getting yourself a take out Latte.

After a very short period of waiting you got handed your hot cup.

As you stood in front of the cafe’s entrance again you looked down at the forest green disposable cup in your hand, your name written with a black sharpie and an extra heart next to it clear on it.

What better way to drink it than whilst on a walk at the picturesque park close to the cafe? And so, in a not hurried manner you strolled towards the park.

Your eyes moved along the greenery around you, for a change you were now surrounded with the sounds of birds singing and leaves rustling, it was very different from the city’s music filled with drunken shouting and cars honking.

You approached a tiny garden space in the middle filled with beautiful and vibrant-coloured flowers, you read the confusing labels they had next to them..sadly you did not understand the Latin terminology at all, but well, you enjoyed them anyway…then you were sure you heard something a bit weird, like a quiet weep? You turned away from the flowers, perhaps someone’s kid just fell from their bike or something..but there were practically no people around, as you were then sure that you probably just mistook something it was heard again, this time more clearly.

It wasn’t a kid weeping, it rather sounded like an animal, a cat to be precise, it was very high pitched though…so a kitten then.

You took a couple of steps towards where you think the sounds were coming from…and there it was, your eyes widened, but the surprise quickly turned into a look of pure sadness at what you saw. A little kitten was barely holding itself up, your heart broke into little pieces, what happend to this poor thing? It was skinny, dirty and disheveled, looking like a painting of pure melancholy and pain.

You crouched down carefully, not wanting to scare the kitten away, though by one glance you were sure the little animal didn’t even have enough strength to run away from you, so you slowly inched towards it…

You managed to take hold of the kitten, holding it with extreme precision, you didn’t want to put it in any more pain, the kitty was so poor, it’s big eyes glassy, it’s thinness telling you how starved it must be.

You stood back up, kitten cradled in your arms.

“You poor thing…” you murmured to yourself, the kitten only mewed in response.

So here you were now. Back at your flat, your main concern was getting the kitty back in a healthy shape. The first thing on your list was washing it, it must’ve gone through hell trying to survive in the city, that’s the story it’s dirty fur told you. So you got some lukewarm water in your sink (not too much) a soft sponge and shampoo which’s ingredient list proved to be safe for the animal…you gently washed it’s fur, later carefully drying it…you were a bit stressed about literally everything, the last thing you wanted was to hurt the poor pet.

Then the next obvious step was feeding it, you brought it into the kitchen, giving it some canned cat food (you and Mapi already had a cat so that’s why you had it in the first place) surely the kitty ate it with vigour, you couldn’t blame it, if you were starving you’d eat everything that got into your hands first as fast as you could to quench the cruel hunger…

You made sure to take care of the kitten, doing everything with precise and carefulness. After it ate and drank it feel asleep in your lap, you sat still like a marble statue, assuring it to get its much needed sleep.

Now came the hard part…what would Mapi think? You literally just took some random kitten off the street to help it..and besides you already had a cat, sure maybe cats weren’t human children but they still were a responsibility for the two of you. But what were you supposed to do? You couldn’t just leave it to surely die on the streets sooner or later. You couldn’t save every poor cat but at least you could help this one out..

An hour later…you heard the front door lock turning, yep, it was Mapi…and time to explain the situation to your girlfriend.

“I’m back!” You heard Mapi yell from the hallway. “Uh…Hey love, can you come here?” You couldn’t get up to greet her, the kitten was still asleep in your lap. Then you heard the sound of footsteps getting closer to the living room, Mapi appeared in the doorframe “What’s up, nena?” Mapi asked as she threw her bag from training onto the floor, “Um, I actually don’t really know how to tell you this-“ you started, stumbling over your words, your girlfriend came closer to the armchair you were sitting on, confusion appeared on her features, after a while she spoke up “Did something happen, Y/n?” She raised an eyebrow, you wanted to find words to explain but you just sighed and pointed down onto your lap.

This confused Mapi even more but sure enough she saw the tiny animal sleeping on your lap. She didn’t say anything for a good while neither did you.

“Y/n?”

“Listen Mapi I was in the park and I just saw it- you don’t even know how starved and dirty it was before!” You had to explain it to her somehow, she didn’t look mad but clearly a bit confused and mixed. “I..I guess I understand but I don’t know Y/n…we already have a cat, you know how it is” she answered, like a calm parent trying to explain to their child why they couldn’t just keep a stray dog or random frog they found.

You were about to say something back but then felt something stirring on your lap, it was the kitten, stretching its small limbs..it seemed as though it was waking up finally.

As Mapi saw that you had focused on something else she looked down at the kitty as well.

The small animal started meowing at you, it seemed although it has gained some strength thanks to you. You delicately cradled it in your arms, standing up and movie closer to your girlfriend.

“Listen Mapi I don’t want to sound like some annoying kid- but look at it!” You refuted, she looked at the kitty, she seemed to be debating something inside her head now.

“Y/n…oh I just don’t know” she faltered, bringing her pointer finger towards the kitten, it curiously wrapped its tiny paws around it, licking her digit. Mapi chuckled.

“Yeah it’s pretty cute, can’t lie” you smiled observing the interaction “I knew you’d warm up to her, come on I’m sure our cat won’t mind a new sibling…this little one would’ve died out there I’m sure” you kept on begging her.

Mapi looked back up at you, after a moment she sighed and answered. “Fine…we can keep her..or him…” she said.

“Are you ready though?” Mapi started petting the kitten cautiously “It’s a kitten..a baby, it’ll be even more work”

“I’m sure my supervisor will grant me some maternal leave” you joked

Mapi chuckled “that was a good one…you know I’m used to me being the one begging you for things like a child most of the time” she added

“There’s always time for changes”

#mapi leon x reader #woso appreciation #barca femeni x reader #woso x reader #mapi leon #fluff #wlw love #wlw #woso community #barca women #woso fanfics #fanfic #women loving women #women’s football #women’s soccer

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bjornblues · 1 month ago

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Get Your Attention

Jenni Hermoso x Reader

Summary: Jenni seems to love getting a reaction out of you, and the worst part? It’s definitely working.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: n/a

You’re standing by your locker, scrolling on your phone, when Patri approaches you.

“We should go here after practice!” she says with excitement in her eyes as she shoves her phone in your face. You glance at the phone to see the Instagram account for a new ice cream shop in town. You open your mouth to reply before hearing loud footsteps enter the room.

“Where are my boots?” Jenni asks loudly as she begins rummaging through her locker, annoyance present in her voice. Patri pays her no mind and shakes the phone in front of your eyes.

“Sí?” Patri asks. “Looks good, no?”

You look to the phone again, then back at the midfielder standing in front of you. “Yeah, gives us something to look forward to. Heard it’s gonna be a tough practice today,” you say, meeting her excitement.

“Exactly. And we know you could use the shooting practice.” Patri teases with a shove to your shoulder.

You laugh and shove her back. “Not as much as yo–” you begin to respond before feeling a tap on your shoulder. You turn around to see Jenni standing there.

“Did you hear me?” she asks with raised eyebrows, impatience clear in her voice.

“Why are you asking me?” you glance back at Patri with a confused look on your face. She shrugs, looking equally confused. Patri looks back at her phone, busying herself with scoping out the ice cream menu.

“We are the same shoe size.” With a slight shrug, Jenni acts as though the answer speaks for itself.

“No, we’re not,” you say, exasperated and with a roll of your eyes.

Jenni smirks at you and leans slightly closer. If it was anyone else, perhaps you wouldn’t have noticed the shrinking distance. “You know my shoe size?”

You falter momentarily at her smirk and look away at her unwavering eye contact. “No, but you know mine, apparently,” you respond, feigning more annoyance than you feel.

“I do not. Just a guess,” she states, looking down and moving one of her feet next to yours to inspect the size difference. “Hmm. Maybe not,” she adds.

“You do not know each other’s sizes. Okay, that is fine. Time to go.” Patri interrupts and starts to guide both of you out of the locker room.

After walking for no longer than three seconds, Jenni stops abruptly and gestures down. “Do you see something wrong? Still no shoes.”

“Not our problem,” Patri responds, attempting to guide the three of you further.

A look of bewilderment takes over Jenni’s face. “En serio? It is her problem,” she gestures over at you. “I cannot teach her to score without shoes.”

“You want to teach me how to score one goal from ten shots?” you scoff.

Jenni gasps. “It was not ten sh–”

“It was! If anyone is teaching anybody, it will be her teaching you,” Patri says to Jenni. Patri pauses before quietly laughing to herself. “Or I will teach her how to assist,” Patri half jokes before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you along.

Jenni rolls her eyes with a huff before walking further into the locker room.

—

“Nice shot,” Caroline compliments genuinely with a small smile and pat on your shoulder after your failed attempt at goal.

“Learned from the best,” you say with a grin in her direction. Caroline brushes you off with a quiet laugh.

“If it was a ‘nice shot’ it would be in the back of the net,” Jenni remarks as she brushes past the two of you, almost giving you no time to respond.

“I’ll aim for your head next time,” you yell after her. Caroline tries to stifle a laugh and fails. Jenni suddenly stops in her path and stalks back over to you.

“Sounds like a threat,” she smirks, moving closer to you, invading your personal space. “Or maybe you just want my attention,” Jenni whispers before walking away. You exhale, surprised to find you'd been holding your breath.

“What did she say?” Caroline asks.

“Nothing. It was stupid,” you reassure her.

The team continues along with the drill as instructed. You’re running along the grass with the ball at your feet when you glance up and notice Claudia in the perfect position to shoot. Without a second thought, you move to cross the ball over to her. Before your foot can even touch the ball, a sharp pain shoots up your left side as you are knocked to the ground. You look up and see the 5’9 Spaniard hovering above you.

“I know you saw me running over here,” Jenni remarks rudely.

“Really?!” you yell, unable to shield the irritation in your voice.

Before either of you can say anything else, Alexia yells in your direction, asking if you’re okay. A few of your other teammates follow suit. You sit up, giving them a thumbs up and a nod, before looking back to Jenni. “We’re on the same team, idiot.” Jenni simply smiles at your comment.

“Why were you even over there?” Irene asks, her gaze directed at Jenni.

“I had every right to be there,” Jenni remarks, gesturing to you. “And she should be more aware of her surroundings.” Irene warns her to be more careful and walks off.

“You literally came barreling into me out of nowhere,” you retaliate, still seething with annoyance.

Jenni ignores your response and grabs your hand, pulling you up abruptly. You try to pull your hand out of her grasp, but in response, Jenni tightens her grip and pulls you closer.

“Maybe I just like seeing you underneath me,” Jenni whispers, the warmth of her breath lightly grazing your ear. You pull away as fast as she pulled you in, avoiding her eyes. Your effort is useless as she tries to will your gaze back up to her. When you finally do lift your eyes to meet hers, she is fully grinning at you. She walks away before she can see the nervous flush come to your face.

—

During a quick break, you beeline straight to the cooler on the sidelines.

Jenni lightly nudges you with a playful grin as she walks over. She opens the cooler, grabbing her water bottle. “Still not used to the heat, huh?” she asks with a smirk as she takes a sip of water.

“Maybe I could focus on handling the heat if you weren’t so busy trying to make me look bad.” You roll your eyes as you recall her tackling you earlier.

“You should try harder to keep up with me. Maybe we should have a one-on-one session after training?” Her mischievous grin widens. You remain silent, so she adds, “This is a one-time offer.”

You try to hide your grin, reveling in the banter. “We have trainers for that.”

Jenni’s eyes widen, and her eyebrows jump up. “Mhm, we do,” she smirks. “Maybe you would change your mind if I flirt with you a little more, sí? Because I can do that.”

“Oh, that was you flirting? I thought you were just bad at apologizing,” you tease.

She tilts her head back and laughs. “Guess I have to work on my technique.” She walks closer to you, invading your space yet again. You back up, trying to keep the interaction subtle to avoid drawing attention to you guys.

Jenni takes another slow sip of her water. Her eyes are fixated on you, and her gaze makes you nervous. “So, about that personal training session…” she trails off.

You can’t help but respond with a smirk, “I don’t think there’s much you could teach me. Ten shots, no goals, remember?”

“Oh, there is. I am a good teacher. At least, that’s what I have been told.” She raises her eyebrows at you, a playful glint in her eyes. You laugh.

Jenni continues, “So, are you interested? Or should I withdraw my offer?”

“I’m not really convinced.” You challenge, a teasing smile on your face.

“I am,” she says with a shrug, her smile widening. You’re about to respond when a teammate walks up and interrupts the moment.

“What are you guys doing?” Leila questions. “Jenni, stay away from her. Creep.” She says, shaking her head at Jenni’s antics.

Leila shoves her way between the two of you, tossing her water bottle back into the cooler. She turns to you, grinning. “Did you really let her get that close? I guess I will have to up my game if I want to keep that privilege.” She winks and elbows you playfully.

She walks away before you’re given a chance to respond. You watch as she makes her way back to the pitch, momentarily forgetting about the girl standing in front of you.

“Hola!” Jenni snaps her fingers in front of your face, capturing your attention. “Forget about me already?”

You stare at her for a moment. “Almost,” you say with a mock frown. “I might ask Leila to train with me after practice,” you lie teasingly.

She gasps in mock offense. “You would not,” she responds.

“I should. Do you think she’d accept the offer?” You ask.

She pretends to think momentarily, placing her fingers under her chin and looking to the side. “Hm,” she turns back to you. “No, I do not think so,” she responds earnestly. “But I would accept. Ask me.” She licks her lips.

You make a sound of disapproval. “I still don’t know if I want to do extra training with you, especially since Leila’s also free, you know?”

“You like Leila more than me, hm?” she challenges, her voice laced with a slight hint of jealousy, but it fades almost instantly. She doesn’t give you time to dwell on it. “Do you think you would still like her more than me if I rewarded you for every improvement you make during our training session?” she asks.

You respond instantly, adding fuel to the fire. “Yeah, probably.”

Jenni lifts her eyebrows in disbelief. “I disagree.” She tilts her head to the side, smirking. “I think you are just saying that to rile me up.”

You begin to speak but are once again interrupted when a teammate walks over to you.

“Are you going to flirt for the rest of training?” Patri asks, walking up to the both of you with her hands on her hips. “No, no, no. I will not allow that. Come on.” She grabs your hand and drags you out to the pitch.

Once you get to the middle of the pitch, you turn to question her. “You’re not gonna drag Jenni out here, too?”

She responds immediately, “I want her to stay there longer and get in trouble with coach.” This makes you laugh, and Patri responds with a bright smile.

You soon hear footsteps behind you, followed by a loud huff of breath. You instantly recognize who the noise belongs to. You turn to Patri, “Looks like your plan didn’t work.”

“Oh. No, maybe next time.” She smiles again at you before running to join her group.

You hear another loud huff of breath, “I do not believe you just made me run out here after you.” Jenni remarks, standing next to you, arm brushing yours. “Rude.”

“I didn’t make you do anything,” you respond plainly, enjoying her close proximity.

She turns to look at you. “You did. You made me nervous that you would ask Patri to train with you after practice instead of me.” This gets a laugh out of you.

You turn back to her, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Maybe I’ll ask Patri and Leila.” You turn to look at them on the field. “That could be fun.”

“Just the two of us would be more fun,” she responds instantly, a playful smirk on her face. “I think you know that. And you would wish I was there.” She places her hand on your arm, her touch lingering as she tilts her head, her gaze locked on you.

“I have an ultimatum,” you respond, noting the confusion that takes over Jenni’s expression.

“What is that?” she asks with a tilt of her head.

You turn away from her with a small grin. “If our team wins this session, I’ll train with you.”

Jenni stares at you with a mischievous grin. “Hey, I knew you would cave eventually. And I did not have to threaten to take the offer away again.” She finally takes her hand off your arm, and you instantly miss her touch.

“That means you have to let me pass the ball next time,” you say, referring back to her unwanted tackle from earlier.

“Sí, sí, okay. I will. But, if we win, you need to tell Leila I am better than her.” She continues. “Maybe she will get jealous.”

You laugh, which seems to be a common occurrence when you’re around her. “Alright, sure. Deal,” you respond, looking over at her again.

“Good,” she smirks at you, nodding. “Should we shake on it?” she asks with an outstretched hand.

You’re about to respond when yet another familiar voice interrupts you. “Oye! Enough standing around. Back to practice,” Mapi says, walking over with an amused grin. “Are you going to have someone else tell you again, or can I be the last?”

“No, no, you can be the last one. We’re coming,” you respond as she grabs your arm to drag you away.

“Good. We are on the same team. How lucky am I?” She asks, racing her eyebrows teasingly.

“Luckiest person here,” you say with a smile. Mapi laughs loudly.

Jenni trails behind, turning to give you a sly look as she speeds past you and Mapi. “Do not forget our deal. I will hold you to it.” With another glance, she speeds up to rejoin the group.

“A deal? What is Jenni talking about?” Mapi asks, a curious look on her face.

You shake your head, “Nothing. She’s just being stupid. You know how she is.” She nods, very used to Jenni’s antics.

Jenni turns around one last time to yell out to you. “And do not ask Mapi to train with you!”

“Oh, why not?” Mapi asks, lowering her voice so only you can hear what she says next. “I would be very interested.”

You laugh. “We’ll see.”

—

“I still think you should pay for my ice cream since my team won,” Patri states before pressing the elevator button to take you to your floor of the hotel.

“That was never the deal. Are you using me for my money? I thought we were friends,” you say, jokingly accusing her.

“We are! That does not mean I would not enjoy a free ice cream every now and then,” she jokes, pulling a laugh from you.

The elevator dings and the two of you say goodbye before going your separate ways. You make it to your room, realizing that you’re the first one back. Before you’re even able to sit down and get comfortable, you hear adamant knocking at the door. You mutter an expletive under your breath and walk over to the door, glancing through the peephole.

“No autographs, thank you,” you yell to the woman on the other side of the door.

“Mierda. I already have a buyer for your signature.” Jenni counters. “They offered me €5! That is double what I asked for.”

“Damn, you’re making a profit? I gave your shoes away for free.” You joke, still yelling through the door.

“Qué? I cannot hear you. Open the door, por favor,” Jenni requests.

You huff before unlocking and opening the door. Before you say anything, she pushes her way through, lightly shoving her way past you. You turn to watch her walk deeper into the room.

“You really gave away my shoes?” Jenni asks. “I knew you had them!”

“So you did hear me?” you ask following the realization.

“Yes,” Jenni admits with a shrug, not caring at all that you caught her in a lie.

You look at her in disbelief as she makes herself comfortable on your bed, fingers interlocked behind her head.

“I am just waiting for Laia to come back,” she continues.

“Great. Please make your way over to her bed instead of mine,” you respond, walking further into the room and gesturing over to the other bed.

Jenni perks up at this. “Oh, this is your bed? Even better.” She pats the space next to her. “Join me.” At your silence and despite her words, Jenni moves over to Laia’s bed with a huff.

You scoff and approach the end of the bed that Jenni is lying on. “Laia doesn’t like shoes on the bed. You should know this,” you remind the Spaniard and gesture to her dirt-covered shoes.

“Oh, bien.” She stands, and you naively expect her to take her shoes off and lie back down. Instead, she approaches you.

“You can put your shoes by the door,” you advise, albeit rather nervously, nodding over to the door.

“Sounds good,” the striker says, but she continues to get closer to you. A small voice in the back of your head is advising you to back away from her, but you can’t find it in yourself to listen. As she gets even closer, you can’t help but glance down at her lips as they turn into a smirk. You glance back up, meeting her gaze, which you realize has darkened. Jenni does the same, looking at your lips and back up.

“Are you going to tell me to move away?” Jenni asks smugly.

“Do you want me to?” you ask quietly, waiting nervously for her response.

Jenni waits for a moment, just staring at you, before moving impossibly closer. You try to read the look in her eyes, hoping that her answer will align with yours, but fail.

“Do you?” she continues to stare.

“Do I what? Want you to apologize? Yes,” you attempt to avoid the question and look away.

“Apologize for what? Trying to sell your autograph?” she asks with a teasing lilt in her voice. “Sorry, I needed money to buy my ice cream since you and Patri did not invite me,” she punctuates the sentence with a hesitant hand grasping your waist.

“For the tackle earlier,” you correct, ignoring the second half of her statement and (attempting) to ignore the hand on your waist.

Jenni rolls her eyes playfully. “Maybe if you did not play hard to get, I would not have to work so hard for your attention.”

“You couldn’t think of a better way? That’s kinda pathetic,” you feign sympathy, tilting your head a bit.

Without any hesitation, Jenni blurts, “The only thing that is pathetic is that we are this close and we are wasting it by talking.” You inhale and try to think of a response. She continues on before you can finish your thought. “How should we fix that? Hmm?” she utters softly as she moves her free hand to cup the side of your face.

She looks at your lips again. Before fully thinking about what you’re about to do, you lean up and close the gap between the two of you. If she’s shocked by your actions, she doesn’t show it and immediately begins to kiss you back. She tightens the arm that she has wrapped around your waist. You wrap your arms around her with matching eagerness. The way she kisses like she’s starved excites you.

Jenni pulls back and stares at you before leaning back in and attempting to shove her tongue down your throat. You respond by tangling your hands into her hair and tugging lightly, which seems to excite her as she groans into your mouth. She moves the hand cupping your cheek to the back of your head, ensuring her dominance. She pulls back again after several minutes, and you can feel her labored breaths against your face.

“I am sorry for the tackle,” she whispers against your lips before moving her attention down to your neck. You tilt your head to the side to give her more space to work with. As she kisses down your neck, she focuses her attention on the sensitive spot behind your ear, pressing soft kisses against it. Due to your breathlessness, you struggle to formulate a response to her apology.

“It’s oka-” you attempt to reply, but you cut yourself off with a quiet gasp when she starts to suck gently. The sucking turns more intense, and you can’t help the moan that exits your mouth when she bites down, enjoying the feeling of her teeth pinching your skin.

You suddenly hear a faint buzz at the door. Realizing that Laia has finally arrived, you abruptly pull apart, trying to get as far away from each other as possible. As Laia begins to open the door, Jenni quickly makes her way back onto Laia’s bed. You pretend to entertain yourself with one of the paintings on the hotel room wall.

Laia walks into the room and glances up from her phone. “Jenni! Joder!” she yells.

“What?” Jenni questions, genuine wonder in her voice.

You look nervously in Jenni’s direction before Laia continues. “No shoes on the bed,” Laia finishes. You both exhale quiet sighs of relief as Laia stomps over to Jenni and shoves her legs off of the bed. “Why are you even here?” Laia asks.

Jenni gasps, “rude!”

“She wanted my autograph,” you interject, pulling a laugh from Laia and a glare from Jenni.

“Good reason,” Laia jokes back. “Wait, seriously?” she asks in your direction.

“Yes,” you begin to say at the same time that Jenni begins to speak.

“What? No, Codi, we have plans, remember?” Jenni asks pleadingly.

Another look of confusion takes over Laia’s features. “Plans for what? I do not remember this.”

“Wow. Your memory is even worse than I thought,” Jenni brushes it off, but you can tell she’s becoming tense.

Laia furrows her eyebrows in confusion. “I have good memory, actually. I eat a lot of carrots,” she responds with a proud smile.

“Carrots are for eyesight,” you correct, with a small smile in her direction.

“Ehh. Not what I heard,” Laia dismisses you with a wave.

You laugh, “You talk about carrots often? With who?”

“I never said that,” Laia starts before taking a moment to think. “But yes,” she beams at you.

Jenni groans out of boredom. “Bored,” she draws out, standing up from the bed and walking over to where you’re standing. “Oh, nice painting,” she remarks, pointing to the painting you were busying yourself with moments ago.”

“Yeah, it’s a good one,” you respond, glancing back at the painting. The two of you share a quick smile before Jenni turns to leave.

As Jenni begins to open the hotel room door, Laia yells after her, “Hey! What about our plans?”

“What plans?” Jenni remarks, glancing back toward you with her signature smirk before exiting the room. Your stomach flips, both at her smirk and her admission that the two friends never had any plans.

For probably the tenth time since she’s entered the room, confusion befalls Laia’s face. “She is so confusing,” she states as she drags a hand down her face.

“I know,” you agree with a smile.

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🗣️| ‘I just really really love playing for England […] when I put this badge on, I feel 10x taller, 10x stronger.’

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Champions Of Her Heart | L.Bronze x O.Batlle

Summary: Lucy leaves Barcelona before Ona can admit she's in love with the English girl. What happens when both girls meet again in the Champions League final.

A/N: Requests open, 4.8K words

The pitch stretched endlessly before Ona Batlle, a sea of green bordered by roaring fans draped in Barcelona and Chelsea colours. Every warm-up sprint felt heavier than usual; every practised pass was a little slower. She was in the biggest match of her life, and yet her mind wasn’t on the game. It was on her.

Lucy Bronze.

Ona’s gaze darted across the field, her heart betraying her as it sought out the unmistakable figure in Chelsea’s neon away kit. Lucy moved with grace, her every movement sharp, deliberate, and powerful. She hadn’t changed—not in her stride or quiet confidence. It was infuriating.

“Focus,” Ona muttered to herself, forcing her eyes back to her own team. The pressure of the Champions League final was enough without her letting old, unresolved feelings cloud her judgment. But even as she tried to shake the thoughts away, Lucy’s laugh—low and effortless—floated across the field, teasing her resolve.

22 months had passed since Lucy left Barcelona, 22 months since Ona had watched her walk away, taking a piece of Ona’s heart with her. She’d wanted to say something then, to stop her, to admit the truth she had been too scared to face. But she hadn’t. And now, here they were—not friends or teammates, but enemies in a match that demanded nothing less than perfection.

“Ona,” Alexia’s voice broke her thoughts, the captain’s steady presence grounding her. “Are you with us?”

“Yes,” Ona replied quickly, adjusting her shin pads as if the superstitious ritual would somehow refocus her mind. Alexia remained silent, but her eyes spoke volumes.

Ona was distracted. And distraction in a game like this could be deadly.

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June 17th. 2024, One day after Barcelona’s final match day of the season.

The Joan Gamper training ground hummed with a quiet energy. A mix of routine and recovery drills echoed in the background as the weight of Lucy Bronze’s departure hung in the air.

Moving from teammate to teammate, Lucy shared hugs, laughs, and casual promises to stay in touch. Each is filled with the weight of unspoken emotion. The sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the field in warm golds and long shadows. From afar, Ona Batlle stood with her arms crossed firmly over her chest.

Lucy’s departure wasn’t a surprise—well, not anymore. The headlines had splashed across every sports site in the last week, announcing her move to Chelsea. When Ona first read the news she stared at her phone in disbelief, hoping and praying it was a mistake.

But the unexpected confirmation came swiftly.

Lucia Roberta Tough Bronze was leaving sunny Barcelona for Chelsea.

The last Ona had heard, Lucy was extending her contract with Barca. So the fact that Lucy hadn't told her before it was announced to the public gnawed at Ona, leaving a dull ache in her stomach.

As Lucy embraced their Captain, Alexia Putellas, the sound of her carefree laugh only sharpened the ache in Ona’s chest. She wasn’t truly angry, not entirely—but the sting of disappointment was undeniable, raw, and lingering. Lucy had been her rock, her mentor, the steady hand guiding her through the chaos of football and fame. Yet, in this pivotal moment, Ona had been sidelined, finding out about Lucy’s decision as though she were nothing more than a bystander.

When Lucy’s gaze finally turned to Ona, she froze, suddenly unsure what to say. Lucy’s expression softened, and a small, almost apologetic smile graced her lips as she closed the distance between them. For a moment, Ona considered walking away, but her feet stayed rooted.

“Ona,” Lucy said gently, her voice warm, familiar, and far too casual for the moment. “I was waiting for you to come over.”

Ona blinked, her throat tightening. She opened her mouth to reply, but the words tangled and twisted before they could form. Instead, something quiet, almost instinctive, slipped out: “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Lucy frowned slightly, leaning closer as if she hadn’t heard. “What was that?”

Ona dropped her gaze, feeling her cheeks flush. Her voice sank to a near whisper, barely audible even to herself. “You didn’t tell me. I wanted you to tell me. Before everyone else.”

Lucy’s brow furrowed, the initial confusion contorting to realisation. “I…” she began, but whatever explanation she had planned dissolved into the space between them. Instead, she reached out, pulling Ona into a tight embrace.

The warmth of Lucy’s arms around her was both comforting and unbearable. Ona’s hands hovered awkwardly at first, but instinct took over, and she clung to Lucy as if she could stop her from leaving.

“You’ll be fine,” Lucy said softly, her words meant to reassure. “Take care of this place for me, okay? Make sure Capi doesn’t make Mapi run too many laps” Her hand lingered on Ona’s shoulder, a gesture that felt far too final.

Ona wanted to say something, anything to stop her, make her stay, and admit what she had been too scared to voice before. But the words lodged in her throat as Lucy stepped back, her gaze filled with a mix of fondness and regret.

Lucy turned, walking toward the locker room for the last time, her figure fading into the golden light. Ona stood there, rooted to the ground, watching her leave. And for the first time in years, she felt utterly alone.

She stayed there long after Lucy disappeared. The muted sounds of her teammates continued around her, but it felt distant, like background noise in a dream. The weight of the moment pressed on her chest, a heavy reminder of all the things she hadn’t said.

She ran a hand through her hair, trying to shake off the overwhelming urge to cry. This wasn’t how she had imagined things. When the rumours about Lucy’s transfer started circulating, Ona had brushed them off as mild gossip. Lucy belonged here, at Barcelona, with her. The thought of Lucy leaving had always seemed impossible—until it wasn’t.

“Ona, ¿estás bien?” a voice called out from nearby. It was Alexia, jogging over with a concerned look. “You’ve been standing there for a while.”

Ona forced a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she lied, brushing invisible dirt off her training shorts. “Just thinking.”

Alexia studied her for a moment, her eyes clearly seeing through the facade, but she didn’t press. Instead, she slung an arm around Ona’s shoulder. “Vamos, let’s go home”.

Ona let herself be guided back to the rest of the team, her movements automatic. But her mind stayed elsewhere, replaying Lucy’s goodbye repeatedly and with it, the ache of words left unsaid.

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Thursday 21st May 2026 (matchday -1)

The hotel lobby was dimly lit, the hum of soft jazz music playing over the speakers. Ona had just come from a final team meeting, her mind buzzing with strategies and set pieces for tomorrow’s Champions League final. The stakes were high, the tension even higher, but none of it compared to the jolt that shot through her when she saw Lucy standing by the reception desk.

Lucy’s back was to her, her familiar silhouette unmistakable even after all these months. She was dressed casually, in a hoodie and track pants, her posture relaxed as she chatted with the receptionist. Ona’s heart skipped, her pulse quickening.

She hesitated, silently debating whether or not she should leave before Lucy noticed her. Unfortunately, the decision was taken out of her hands as Lucy turned, her eyes meeting Ona's almost instantly.

A brief flicker of surprise on Lucy’s face was quickly replaced by a soft smile. “Ona,” she said, her voice carrying across the room.

Ona swallowed hard, her feet moving toward Lucy before her brain had a chance to protest. “Hola,” she managed, her voice quieter than she intended. “I mean. Uh.. hi” she coughed softly.

For a moment, they just stood there, awkwardly searching for the right words. The last time they had seen each other, Lucy had been walking away, and Ona had been too afraid to stop her. Now, here they were, brought together by chance—or maybe by fate.

“You look good,” Lucy said finally, breaking the silence.

“Gracias,” Ona replied, shifting to her feet. “You too.”

The conversation felt awkward and unnatural as if the months of distance had built a wall between them that neither knew how to climb. Ona wanted to ask so many things—how Lucy had been, if she was happy at Chelsea, and if she had ever thought about what she left behind—but all she could manage was, “How’s Chelsea treating you?”

Lucy gave a small shrug. “Good. Different, but good.” She paused, her eyes flicking over Ona’s face. “And you? How’s Barça?”

“Same,” Ona said, her tone clipped. She wasn’t sure why the conversation felt so forced.

Another beat of silence passed, heavy and loaded. Lucy cleared her throat. “Well, I guess I’ll see you out there tomorrow,”

“Yeah,” Ona said, her voice almost a whisper. “See you out there.”

As Lucy turned and walked away, Ona’s chest tightened. It felt like their goodbye all over again—unfinished, unresolved. And yet, deep down, Ona knew tomorrow wasn’t just about the game. It was about Lucy. About the chance to finally say everything she couldn’t before.

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The stadium hummed with anticipation as fans flooded the stands, their chants echoing across the pitch. The Champions League final between Barcelona and Chelsea was set to be a clash of titans, but for Ona Batlle, a storm was brewing inside her chest. She stood on the pitch during the pre-match inspection, the watered grass dampening her trainers, her gaze scanning the familiar faces of her teammates.

And then she saw her.

Lucy Bronze. Lucy stood on the opposite side of the pitch, laughing at something one of her Chelsea teammates had said. Even in the midst of a team huddle, Lucy’s presence seemed larger than life, magnetic in a way that Ona couldn’t ignore. Her carefree movements, the way she threw her head back in laughter—it all made Ona’s heartache with an intensity she wasn’t prepared for.

As the two teams drifted closer, mingling briefly in the spirit of sportsmanship, Lucy’s gaze found Ona’s. It was only a second, but the look was loaded, carrying the weight of their history.

“Lucia!” Alexia called, pulling Lucy into a quick hug. One by one, other Barcelona players greeted their former teammate with smiles and light-hearted jabs about her “traitorous” move to Chelsea. Ona stayed at the edges of the group, torn between approaching and staying invisible.

But Lucy noticed her anyway.

“Ona,” Lucy said, her tone soft as she broke away from the others. “Hey.”

“Hi.” The word came out too quick, too stiff.

Lucy’s brow furrowed slightly as if sensing the awkwardness. “You ready for this?”

Ona shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Always.”

There was a pause, the noise of the other players fading into the background. For a brief moment, it was just the two of them standing in the middle of the field, the enormity of the game overshadowed by the unspoken tension between them.

“You’ve been playing well this season,” Lucy said, her voice laced with genuine happiness.

“Thanks.” Ona hesitated, then added, “So have you.”

Lucy smiled; it was the kind of smile that made Ona’s stomach flutter and her confidence shatter. “I’m glad you’re doing okay.”

Ona bit her lip, debating whether to say what was on her mind. But before she could muster the courage, the moment was interrupted by a call from Lucy’s coach, Sonia Bompastor.

“Guess we’ll finish this on the pitch,” Lucy winked, her tone lighter now.

Ona nodded, her throat tight as she watched Lucy jog away. This wasn’t just a game anymore. It hadn’t been the moment she saw Lucy in the hotel lobby.

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The match was everything the fans had hoped for—intense, aggressive, and impossibly tight. Both teams were evenly matched, and every touch of the ball felt like a battle.

Ona had spent most of the game locked in focus, shutting out everything except the play unfolding around her. But when Lucy came barrelling down the right flank, the ball at her feet, Ona felt her stomach tighten. She had watched this play countless of times in training and studied Lucy’s every move. But knowing what made Lucy tick didn’t make her any less dangerous.

As Lucy advanced, Ona made her move, stepping in to block her path. But Lucy was quicker, her body driving forward with an unrelenting force. The tackle came harder than necessary, sending Ona sprawling to the ground.

Pain flared up her side, spreading like wildfire as the impact angered the small Spaniard. For a moment, she remained motionless, her mind struggling to catch up with the shock.

When she pushed herself up, Lucy was standing over her, her breathing heavy, a flicker of concern in her eyes. But Ona’s frustration boiled over and before Lucy could say anything.

“¡Eres una idiota! ¿Qué te pasa?” Ona snapped, the words sharp and cutting.

Lucy blinked, momentarily taken aback. “Ona, I—”

“No, me hables,” Ona interrupted, her voice low but seething as she climbed to her feet. She brushed off the dirt on her kit, glaring at Lucy as if daring her to respond.

Lucy hesitated, her jaw tightening. “It’s a game, Ona,” she said finally, her tone defensive but laced with something else: guilt, maybe.

Ona’s glare didn’t change. “Sí, pero necesitas calmarte,” she spat before turning on her heel and jogging back into position.

Lucy stayed rooted for a moment, watching her go. The frustration between them crackled like a live wire, but there was no time to resolve it—not now. The game was still on, and the stakes were too high to let personal feelings take over.

———-

The scoreboard read 2-2, the match teetering on a knife’s edge as the final minutes ticked away. Both teams pushed with everything they had left, bodies flying, boots colliding, the intensity electrified the stadium.

Ona sprinted down the left flank, chasing a long ball that skidded across the grass. Her legs burned, and her lungs begged for air, but she didn’t let up. She couldn’t. This was her moment—a chance to tip the game in Barcelona’s favour.

But as always, Lucy Bronze was there. Ona had barely taken two touches when Lucy closed the gap, her presence looming like a shadow.

Ona tried to cut inside, but Lucy anticipated it, stepping in with precision. The two collided again, this time with even more force. Lucy’s tackle was clean but aggressive, and Ona hit the turf hard.

This time, the frustration that had been simmering since the last tackle boiled over. Ona scrambled to her feet, shoving Lucy back with both hands.

“¡No vuelvas a tocarme así!” Ona shouted, her spanish cutting through the noise of the crowd. Her chest heaved, eyes blazing with anger.

Lucy stood her ground, her jaw clenched, a flicker of defiance in her eyes. “It’s football, Ona,” she shot back, her tone sharp. “What do you want me to do? Let you score?”

“¡No necesito tu permiso para ganar!” Ona snapped, her words fiery and unrestrained. Her accent thickened with her rage, and for a moment, it felt like they were the only two people on the pitch.

The referee was quick to intervene, stepping between them with a sharp whistle and a warning glance. The crowd roared in anticipation of a yellow card, but the referee kept the cards in her pocket, urging them to keep playing.

As they moved back into position, Lucy leaned closer, her voice low so only Ona could hear. “I’m not your enemy, Ona.”

Ona shot her a withering glare, her voice just as quiet but seething. “You left, Lucy. What does that make you?”

Before Lucy could respond, the game resumed, forcing them both back into the fray. But the tension between them was far from over.

The match pressed on with relentless energy, both teams desperate to break the deadlock. Lucy and Ona seemed drawn to each other like magnets, with every play pulling them into another clash and every collision sparking unspoken tension.

Midfield chaos erupted as Aitana Bonmatí darted through Chelsea’s lines, her footwork impeccable. Just as she prepared to deliver a decisive pass, she was caught from behind by a mistimed tackle. The crowd gasped collectively as Aitana crumpled to the ground, clutching her ankle.

The referee’s whistle blared, and players from both teams rushed to her side. Medical staff hurried onto the field, creating a circle around Aitana as murmurs of worry spread through the stands.

Ona hovered nearby, her heart in her throat. Aitana was one of their strongest players, a leader on and off the pitch. If she couldn’t continue, Barcelona’s chances would take a severe hit.

Lucy stood on the edge of the group, her face tight with concern. Despite the rivalry between their teams, her respect for Aitana was clear. But as the medics worked, her eyes found Ona.

It was a quiet moment in the chaos. The shouts of coaches and the buzz of the crowd felt distant as Lucy stepped closer.

“Ona,” she said softly, her voice carrying despite the noise.

Ona didn’t turn, her gaze fixed on Aitana. “What?” she muttered, her tone clipped.

Lucy hesitated, then took another step, her voice lowering. “I never meant to hurt you. You know that, right?”

Ona stiffened, her hands balling into fists. “Why now, Lucy? Why say this now?”

“Because I didn’t have the courage before,” Lucy admitted, her voice unsteady. “Leaving Barcelona was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. And I didn’t tell you because… I was scared.”

Ona finally looked at her, her expression a mix of disbelief and anger. “Scared of what?”

Lucy’s gaze dropped for a moment, the vulnerability in her eyes unmistakable. “Of staying. Of what that would mean—for me, for us. It was easier to run.”

Ona’s breath caught, her mind racing. The confession felt like a crack in the armour Lucy always wore, but it wasn’t enough to erase the hurt. “You didn’t even give me a chance,” Ona whispered, her voice trembling. “I—”

But before she could finish, the referee signalled for the game to resume. Aitana was being helped off the field, her injury serious enough to force a substitution.

Ona and Lucy stood frozen for a moment longer, the world moving around them. Finally, Ona shook her head, stepping back. “We’re not finished,” she said quietly, her voice resolute.

Lucy nodded, her jaw tightening. “I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

And with that, they returned to their positions, the weight of their unfinished conversation hanging in the air as the game surged forward.

Extra time loomed on the horizon. Every touch on the ball, every run, every tackle carried the weight of a Champions League final.

Ona Batlle’s legs burned as she tracked Lucy Bronze down the right flank, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. Chelsea had just gained possession, and Lucy was charging forward with relentless determination, the ball glued to her feet.

Ona didn’t hesitate. She surged forward, her timing impeccable as she slid in for a clean tackle, sending the ball spinning out of bounds. The crowd erupted, but neither player celebrated. Lucy rose first, offering Ona a quick glance, something between respect and acknowledgement flickering in her eyes. Ona ignored it, her focus unyielding.

With 10 minutes left in regular time, Chelsea launched a desperate attack. Lucy pushed higher up the field, her eyes scanning for an opening. When the ball came to her, her touch was perfect, setting her up for a long-range strike. But Ona was there again, darting in to close the space.

This time, the collision was harder. Lucy’s momentum carried her forward, tangling her legs with Ona’s. Both went down with a thud, the impact drawing gasps from the crowd and groans from the players on the pitch.

Ona winced as she hit the turf, her arms bracing her fall. Lucy was beside her, her chest heaving, her face etched with frustration and something deeper—something only Ona could see.

The referee blew her whistle, signalling a free kick for Barcelona. Lucy sat up, running a hand through her damp hair, clearly annoyed but not arguing the decision.

As Ona pushed herself up, she couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at her lips. “That the best you’ve got?” she said, her voice low, her Spanish accent thick.

Lucy let out a short laugh, shaking her head. “You’ve always been impossible,” she muttered, though there was no malice in her tone.

“Someone has to keep you in check,” Ona shot back, her expression softening despite herself.

Before Lucy could respond, the referee’s sharp whistle urged them back into position. The brief exchange hung between them like a truce, unspoken but undeniable.

———-

With less than a minute on the clock, it was Barcelona’s turn to make a desperate push. Ona sprinted down the left flank, her eyes on the ball as Alexia threaded a perfect pass into her path. The Chelsea defence scrambled to close the gap, but Ona was too quick, cutting inside the box.

Lucy was there.

The moment felt inevitable, their paths colliding one final time. Ona made a last-ditch effort to cross the ball, but Lucy’s challenge came fast and hard. The two went down together, the ball ricocheting off Lucy’s foot and into the net.

The stadium erupted around her, a deafening wave of sound crashed around her, but all Ona could hear was the sharp beating of her heart.

Colours of blue and red filled her eyes as her teammates came rushing towards her, but her eyes weren’t on them.

Her eyes reached Lucy’s, devastation of the own goal clear on her face. Her hands rested on her head as she tried to regulate her breathing. Their stare lasted for a second, a small underlining tone of acknowledgment.

Ona felt a swirl of emotion reach her chest as the small Spaniard jumps to her feet, her teammates crashing into her with their arms wide. Smiles stretched across their faces, their cheers drowning out the small twinge of sadness for Lucy in her heart. This was more than a game- it always had been.

———-

The whistle blew, signalling full time.

The roar of the crowd was deafening as the Barcelona players erupted into celebration, their elation palpable as they embraced, collapsed onto the pitch and raised their arms to the heavens.

Ona Batlle stood amidst the chaos, her heart pounding for reasons unrelated to the game. The weight of the match began to lift, replaced by the lingering tension from her encounters with Lucy.

Lucy stood at the edge of the pitch, watching the estatic Barcelona players with a disappointed expression. Her teammates consoled each other, pats on the back and murmured words of encouragement passing between them. Lucy accepted them with a nod but quickly slipped away from the crowd.

Ona saw her retreat, the familiar figure moving toward the quiet of the tunnel. Her body moved before her mind caught up, her boots crunching against the turf as she followed.

She found Lucy leaning against the cool concrete wall, her head tilted back, her eyes closed as she took deep breaths. Ona hesitated, the noise from the stadium fading behind her, leaving only the thundering rhythm of her own heartbeat.

“You always disappear when it gets hard,” Ona said, her voice steady despite the swirl of emotions inside her.

Lucy’s eyes snapped open, her expression guarded. “What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you,” Ona admitted, stepping closer. “Because I can’t let it end like this.”

Lucy straightened, crossing her arms over her chest. “End like what?”

“Like we’re strangers,” Ona said, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. “Like there’s nothing between us when there’s… everything.”

Lucy’s shoulders sagged slightly, her defences cracking. “Ona…”

“Let me finish,” Ona interrupted, her voice firm but soft. “I’ve spent the last twenty two months wondering why you didn’t tell me you were leaving. Why you didn’t give me the chance to say anything.”

Lucy sighed, her gaze dropping to the ground. “I told you—I was scared.”

“You’ve said that,” Ona said, stepping even closer now, her tone gentler. “But what were you scared of? Because I’m standing here now, Lucy. I’m not running.”

The vulnerability in her words cut through Lucy’s armour, her jaw tightening as she fought to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to break free. “I was scared of how much I felt for you,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Scared that if I stayed, I’d mess it all up. That I’d lose you completely.”

Ona’s breath caught, the truth settling between them like a fragile glass waiting to shatter. “You almost lost me anyway,” she admitted, her voice trembling.

Lucy looked up, her eyes locking onto Ona’s. “I know. And it’s my fault. But I’m here now, Ona. If you’ll let me be.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and raw. Ona hesitated for only a moment before stepping closer, her fingers brushing against Lucy’s. “Don’t run again,” she whispered.

Lucy shook her head, a small, bittersweet smile tugging at her lips. “Not from you. Never again.”

And then, in the quiet of the empty tunnel, away from the noise and chaos of the world, Ona reached for Lucy, pulling her into an embrace that spoke of forgiveness, longing, and a promise for what was to come.

_____

A few months had passed since the Champions League final, and with the season over, the weight of the world seemed lighter. Barcelona had won the trophy, and Lucy and Ona spent that summer reflecting on everything—their careers, their emotions, and the unspoken connection that had finally been brought into the light.

Now, they found themselves on a quiet beach, far from the flashing cameras and the pressure of the pitch. The gentle sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air as they sat side by side, their toes buried in the warm sand. The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, and for the first time in a long while, neither of the girls felt the weight of the world on their shoulders.

Lucy glanced over at Ona, her lips curving into a small smile. It had been a long time since she’d felt this at peace.

Ona, her sunglasses perched atop her head, looked back at Lucy, her expression soft. “Can you believe this is our reality now?” she asked quietly, her voice carrying just enough to be heard over the waves.

Lucy shook her head, letting out a slow breath. “No. It’s been… a whirlwind.”

They sat in comfortable silence, fingers intertwined as the air between them was thick with unspoken understanding. The tension of their previous encounters, the questions and fears that had loomed over them, now felt like distant memories, fading with each passing day they spent together.

“I never thought I’d be here with you.”

Ona turned her head, raising an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”

“Because I didn’t know if I’d ever have the courage to actually be with you,” Lucy admitted, her voice quieter now, almost as if she were afraid to disturb the moment. “I was so caught up in the fear of losing everything... I almost let it slip away.”

Ona reached out, her hand gently brushing against Lucy’s. “You didn’t. We didn’t.”

Lucy’s heart skipped a beat at the touch, and she met Ona’s gaze. “You really meant it, didn’t you? When you said, we’re not finished.”

Ona smiled softly, her eyes shining with affection. “Yeah. I did.”

The connection between them was undeniable. In the peacefulness of this vacation, surrounded only by the vast ocean and the sky above, their bond had become something real, something worth fighting for.

Lucy reached out, her fingers threading through Ona’s hair. “You know,” she said with a smirk, “I think I’m starting to get the hang of this.”

Ona chuckled, her heart lighter than it had been in ages. “Starting to, huh?”

Lucy shrugged playfully. “Hey, one step at a time.”

“Just don’t run off again,” Ona teased, her voice full of affection.

Lucy’s smile softened. “Never again.”

They sat there for a moment longer, the sun sinking lower in the sky, the world slowing down around them. For the first time in months, there were no games to play, no expectations to meet—only the feeling of each other’s presence, grounding them both.

Then, as the sun finally dipped beneath the horizon, Lucy leaned in, her lips brushing softly against Ona’s.

The kiss was slow and tender—a promise in the quiet night. When they pulled away, Ona spoke first, her voice barely above a whisper.

“This is it, isn’t it?”

Lucy smiled, her eyes full of warmth. “This is it.”

They leaned back against each other, the cool breeze from the ocean wrapping around them like a blanket. There was no more uncertainty, no more fear. They had each other, and that was enough.

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