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[libraryofloveletters]

The Wavelengths I'd Go For You

Thiago Alcantara x Fem!Reader

Warnings: summer time fluff, thiago is the sweetest boyfriend ever, cheeky teasing and flirting + some remarks from thiago, lots of touchy feely moments, alcohol and the consumption of, a sunset something - you'll see :))

Word Count: 3.1k

Author's Note: the fact that I had to search soooo deep for this gif is a crime // based on a convo @curiousthyme and I had about how sweet husband thiago would be so to the 6 thiago fans out there, this one's for you

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The sunshine in Mallorca welcomed you, a way of telling you that you were home in every sense of the word.

You and your boyfriend, Thiago, were spending a week there before heading up to see his family. You had been on the go constantly for the last few months with Thiago's game schedule and your work projects so this time away was much welcomed.

It's barely 10am when your boyfriend comes back into the bedroom, flopping down onto the bed next to you. "Mi amor, despierta," (my love, wake up) he whispers into your ear, his chin on your shoulder.

You shrug your boyfriend off of you, pulling the duvet over your head. "Alejarse de mí," (get away from me) you grumbled from under the blanket, making him laugh.

"C'mon babe," he nudges your arm and you finally give in, pulling the blanket down to look over at him.

Thiago was fully awake and dressed, as if he was going somewhere - the beach perhaps.

"What do you want?" You asked, pulling his hand up so you could see the watch on his wrist. "It's barely 10, what could you possibly need right now? We are on vacation, in case you forgot"

He nods, "I know, so come on."

"Where?"

"Just get dressed, like you're going to the beach," he gets off the bed, pulling you up and off of it.

You grumble, the man walking you in the direction of the bathroom. "Is that where we're going? Because it'll still be there after noon, T." You smiled sweetly at him, hoping he'd let you go back to bed.

He shook his head, "it's a surprise," he smiled, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "Go get dressed," he nudges you into the bathroom and shuts the door."

Thiago did this often - he was always one for a surprise and typically, they were scheduled for the ass crack of dawn; the downside of dating someone who's an early riser.

It was better to give in rather than resist; you learnt that the hard way.

You did just that. It took you a hot minute to pull yourself together, slowly making your way though your morning routine before you finally got dressed for the day, 'for the beach' he said. A green bikini to match the green shorts you noticed he had on, and a yellow sundress pulled over it.

"Where are you?" You called, walking through the house.

It's quiet, your boyfriend is nowhere to be found but you can see the front door was opened. You peek outside and find him closing the trunk. "Ready?" he smiles.

You nod, walking down the few steps to the driveway. "Why are you so smiley? It's soooo early."

"It's 10:30, cariño." Thiago laughed, opening the car door for you. You nod, your hand on his jaw, "exactly - too early."

The man shakes his head at your dramatics, clearly amused. He walks over to the front door, locking up the house before getting into the car and pulling out. You look over at him, your hand reaches for his and Thiago instantly takes your hand, interlocking fingers with you.

"Where are we going? Are we almost there yet?" You asked him yet again in the 10 minutes you had been driving. Thiago bit his tongue, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

"How many times will you ask me that?"

"Until you tell me," you smiled, making him chuckle. You had no idea where you were going. You hadn't been to Mallorca in years, at least not since you and Thiago began dating 10 years ago and so much has changed both there and in your lives.

When you met Thiago, the two of you were barely in your 20s; he was on the 1st team at Barcelona and living his dream while you were in university. You had moved with him when he transferred to Bayern Munich and then again to Liverpool. You had both grown and changed so much, you learnt more and more about life and each other.

There was no one else you wanted to spend your life with.

"I'm not going to tell you," he glances over, smiling at you.

Since he wouldn't tell you, you began your guessing game. "Are we going to the beach?"

"No."

"Are we going for a picnic?"

"No."

"Are we going toooo... get married?" You threw that one in there for fun but it seemed to catch him off guard. Thiago whipped his head in your direction so quickly, you're certain he's given himself whiplash - not to mention your first thought was dear god don't let him injure himself again, he can't sit out another game.

"What?" He asks you quickly, confusion, shock and a bit of surprise on his face. "Why would you even ask me that?"

"Not you being offended," you laughed. "I'm kidding, Thiago. Don't have a heart attack." You squeezed his hand, the man turns into a winding street which takes you down towards a place you had been mentioning since before you even arrived in Mallorca.

You smiled, sitting up a little straighter. "The marina?" You look over at him. "We're having a yacht day?"

"Just for the day," he smiles, pulling into the lot. "So you shut up about it." He teased, making you roll your eyes before you get out of the car.

Thiago takes the bags out of the trunk, leading you towards the boat. He puts the stuff on, leaning over to help you on before you settle in and he drives it into open waters. After you two had come to a stop, your boyfriend found his way below deck to put the food away for the time being and you had stripped off the sundress and laid out in the sun, letting your body relax and become sun kissed.

Laying on your tummy, your eyes closed and your face buried between your folded arms, you can feel the sunshine and the warm breeze along the exposed skin. It wasn't that much longer when you feel someone's cold hands pinch your hip, making you jump.

"Thiago!" You rolled away from him, scolding him.

The man laughs, lifting your right leg to slot between them, letting you rest your leg on his lap. "Sorry, sweetheart." He rubs the back of your thigh, "didn't mean to startle you - but to be fair, it is just us out here."

"Well obviously," you mumbled, "but I wasn't expecting you to appear out of thin air." You flung your foot back, hitting him in the side. He smiles at your action, holding your flailing leg down by your calf and rubbing along your soft skin.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you look over your shoulder at your boyfriend. "Can you rub some lotion on my back for me?"

Thiago nods, reaching for the bottle that was discarded on the floor. It's oily and sticky, as you had used it and set it back down with your lotion covered hands; he's certain that's what had happened. The man squeezes a dollop of the sun lotion in his hand, rubbing them together before resting his hands on your ass, or at least what was exposed.

"Babe!" You laughed, looking back at him. "I meant on my back!"

He ignores your words for a few moments, his fingers kneading over the flesh before looking at you. "You didn't specify."

"I figured it was implied."

Your boyfriend shrugs, moving his hands up your back and slowly working the lotion into your skin before moving to lay beside you. Thiago's on his back, an arm stretched out in front of you and the other propped under his head. Even with his sunglasses on, you can see his eyes are closed. You scoot a bit closer to the man, pulling the glasses down to the bridge of his nose.

"Hi, T." You peaked his lips with yours and he smiled, the arm that was stretched out pulled you down against him. "Hi, y/n."

"What's the plan?"

"Relax."

"Why?"

"No, I mean, the plan is to relax." He smiled, making you giggle at your misunderstanding. "Oh, okay."

It's at least an hour that's passed before you two attempt to move from your spot. Thiago sits up, pushing his sunglasses onto his head before turning to look at you.

"How about a swim?" He asks and he barely finishes his sentence before you up, flinging your legs to get the slippers off and you're heading towards the stairs. "What's the rush?" He asks, dropping his sunglasses on the chair, slipping off his own shoes.

"The last one into the water has to pick up the laundry when we get back!" You shouted to him, sprinting down the stairs to the platform.

You'd think for someone who gets paid to run up and down a 100 foot long football pitch, he'd be faster but instead he leans over the railing, shouting as you jumped into the freezing water. "That's not fair!"

You shouted back. "You're a sore loser!"

A few moments later, your boyfriend finds his way down to the platform before diving into the water.

You clap for him, "10 out of 10, darling!" Thiago laughs, bowing half way as you swam over to him.

He smiles, his arms reaching for you to pull you against him, your own arms over his shoulders. The two of you stay like that for a bit, floating around.

The ice cold water was a welcomed change from the Spanish sun you had been lazing in all day; not to mention a shock to all of your bodily systems.

Eventually, you leave him in the water and get back onto the platform, sitting at the edge with your legs hanging into the cold water. Thiago was doing a lap around the boat and only realized you had gotten out when he returned to the back. The man swims over, slotting himself between your legs, his arms on your thighs.

You watch as your boyfriend passes his hand over his wet hair, slicking it down. You undo it; passing your hand through his hair, watching as the little curls reform themselves after the motion. You twirl a few strands of his short hair between your fingers, smiling to yourself - you love his hair, especially when he grows it out enough for you to see the curls.

Thiago's cheek pressed to your thigh, basking in the sunshine and your affection until he calls it quits - his arms on either side of you as he pulls himself up and out of the water, and.. well onto top of you.

"Seriously?" You asked, laying flat against the wet platform.

He rolls off of you, laying beside you. "Seriously." He scrunches his nose at you, making you laugh yet again. You flip over, onto your stomach as your arm drapes over his middle. Thiago can feel your fingers across the large tattoo on his side. Slowly, your fingers trace out the letters and the words, going line by line - not missing a single one.

"How about lunch?" He asks, getting up and pulling you up with him. You nod, "considering that you pulled me out of my bed and didn't let me eat anything, yeah, lunch would be great."

Thiago laughs, dramatic as always he thinks. His hand rests on your lower back as you two head up the stairs and back onto the deck.

"Need help?" You asked, about to follow him to the kitchen and he shook his head, turning you back in the direction of the table.

"Go sit, I'll be out in a minute."

"What are you hiding?" Your brows furrowed but he shook his head, "I'm innocent of whatever crimes you're thinking of."

You take a seat at the table, Thiago does return but a minute later with a basket in hand. You help him unpack the basket - he lets you do that much - before you two settle down and have lunch.

It was well after 4 in the afternoon, rolling towards 5 when you wrapped up lunch. You two had been lazing around for a bit, enjoying each other's company and the day before Thiago got up to clean up the mess you made.

"Gonna jump back in before we head in, wanna join me?" He walks over to you, his body blocking the sun from you. You shook your head, "I'm gonna stay up here," you smiled, reaching out to hold his hand.

Thiago leans down, giving you a kiss before standing up again. "Be careful," you tell him, the man drops his sunglasses next to you.

"I will," he smiles, giving you one more kiss before walking away.

You can hear when he jumps into the water. It had been pretty quiet today, a few other boats had passed by but other than that, it was just the two of you all day. Now you aren't sure how long Thiago was in the water, your eyes had shut and you dozed off for a bit.

When you wake up, or rather, when you were startled awake, he was leaning over you, dripping freezing cold water all over you.

"Thiago!" You squealed, trying to wiggle away from your boyfriend. The man's got his arms on either side of you, trapping you under him.

"Give me a kiss and I'll move," he tells you, leaning down for a kiss.

You groan, hands pressed to his chest to push him away. "Thiago! Move!" You giggled but you knew he wouldn't let up.

He didn't; his lips puckered as he waited for you to give him a kiss.

Reaching up, your hand rests on his cheek, giving him a kiss before he drops himself down on top of you. "Babe, c'mon." You huffed, your arms wrapping around him.

He smiles, nuzzling against you. "Stop complaining, we all know you love it."

You roll your eyes; he was right, you did love it. He holds you for a bit, the two of you enjoying each other's company once again until the sun, once bright in the sky, starts to slip away under the horizon.

"Time to head in hm?" You tell him, the two of you sitting up.

Thiago nods, getting up to finally dry off - a useless action seeing that he's dripped all of the water onto you. You follow suit, wiping off the excess water before putting your dress back on. Thiago dug out a beige sweater you had bought him for Christmas years ago, pulling it on.

"I can't believe you still have that." You say, walking towards him. He glances down, shrugging. "I thought we lost it during the move but I found it in a box downstairs.

You reach for his hand, interlocking your fingers with his. "Thank you," you tell him, letting him pull you to him. His hands resting on your lower back as your own arms go over his shoulders.

"What for?" His cheek pressed to yours, the two of you swaying side to side.

"Today.. for everything." You whispered, leaning back in his arms. "I love you, Thiago."

He smiles, "I love you, y/n."

Your boyfriend spins you around, hugging you from behind as you two watch the sunset for a bit. He had already driven you back in a bit, you were still a good ways from the marina but much closer than you were before. At least now you could see land.

"Champagne?" He asks, his chin on your shoulder. Your hand reaches back, pressed to his cheek. "What are we celebrating?"

"Us," he smiles, turning to kiss your cheek before walking away to get the champagne and the glasses.

You hadn't noticed when he returned, your phone was in your hand as you took a photo of the sunset. Thiago sets the glasses and the bottle down on the table quietly before calling for you. "Babe ?"

When you turned around, you expected to find Thiago with glasses, not on his knee with a ring box.

"What are you doing?" You ask, eyes widen, brows furrowed as you look at him.

Thiago smiles, "y/n, you are.. the love of my life. The last ten years of my life have been the very best; there's not a single person in the world that I would rather spend the rest of my life with, because you are everything I could have ever imagined. The perfect woman in every sense of the word; you understand me, you take care of me and I could never repay you for that."

You can't help the giggle that leaves your lips; he's so cheesy.

"Strong and beautiful and smart, and god, you.. I don't think there are words to explain how much I love you. I'm rambling now, I'm nervous - sorry."

"Why are you nervous? It's just me." You laughed and Thiago smiled.

He glances at the ring and back at you. "Y/n, I love you so much, you are the woman I have always dreamt about; the first person I think of in the morning and the last person on my mind before I go to bed. When I'm away from home, all I can think of is coming home to you. You're my home, y/n. You're my dream woman, the person I.."

"You're rambling," you purse your lips, making him laugh.

"Y/n.. will you make me the happiest man on the planet and marry me?"

"Yes," you smiled, "I'll marry you, T."

He stands, slipping the ring onto your finger; a perfect fit. Your hands rest on his jaw, pulling him in for a kiss. "I love you." You whisper against his lips.

"I love you," he smiles, giving you another kiss. "Shall we open the champagne?"

You nod, watching as he reaches for the bottle. Thiago shakes it before popping the cork, the gold coloured liquid spraying all over the two of you and the deck, making you laugh. Your fiancé filled two glasses, handing one over to you.

"Cheers," you tapped your glass to his. "To us," he nods, mirroring your action.

Thiago hugs you from behind, the two of you facing the setting sun once again. "Was this what today was all about?" You asked, holding out your hand to admire your ring; gold band, emerald cut diamond with two smaller stones at the base of it.

"I wanted it to be perfect." He smiles, resting his chin on your shoulder yet again. "It was," you smile when Thiago reaches for your hand, bringing it up to his lips to give it a kiss.

You can't help but lean back against him; happiness and content washing over you.

You were certain you had done something right in your past life, otherwise you wouldn't have become so lucky.

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[footballffbarbiex]

Practice Makes Perfect

player: Thiago Alcantara words: 1174 request and warning: Thiago Alcantara - no pref - 250 - 500  - Smut - Just her confessing how she's fantasised about riding his thigh so he sits her down on his lap and asks her to demonstrate what she means

😐 yeah, this one got away from me. whooops. 

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“Something’s got you in some kinda mood,” Thiago grins up at her as she straddles his waist. He looks up at her with a book description “glint” in his eye. Throughout dinner he’s tried to keep conversation light and non flirty but as pudding dishes were cleared away, he couldn’t help but make a few suggestive comments to test the waters. A few comments were all it took to watch the change in her and see her shift from being relaxed and content from eating good food and a look of pure arousal replaced it.

“Don’t play innocent.” There’s a snap to her voice as she glares down at him for a few seconds. “You know what you said.”

“And yet, you’re not on my thigh.”

She’d made the admission several days ago about how several of her coworkers had been having a spicy kind of conversation and thigh riding had been brought up. “It’s not the act itself which is sexy, but it’s the taboo element about it. It’s not a place you’d usually use to get yourself off. It’s not a mouth, a tongue, fingers or…well, a dick. It makes it feel naughty.”

It played on her mind until she’d found herself staring a little too long at his thighs, wondering how it would feel to be between her own. She’d adjust herself during make out sessions so that she could see how she felt about it. The slightest grazes against her covered clit had been enough for her to think that this was absolutely something she wanted to try. The confession had made Thiago smirk but nothing else had been said until tonight when he’d silenced her with a single sentence of “keep talking like that and I’ll have you on my thigh before you can finish what you’re saying.”

She narrows her eyes at him and moves herself to a standing position where she partially undresses, leaving her panties on to ensure there’s some friction there. When she climbs back onto him, she positions herself on either side of his waiting thigh and finally sits down on him.

“Come on baby, ride it like you ride my cock.” he encourages and with a little hesitation, she begins to move. At first it feels odd. She’s wet but not wet wet and until she is, she accepts that it probably won’t feel as good as it possibly could. She watches as Thiago observes her, eyes flickering between watching her pussy grind against his leg and the way her expression changes as her bundle of nerves is stimulated from not only the pressure she applies against his muscle but also from the friction of her underwear.

Slowly, her wetness begins to soak through her panties and smear across his skin, wetting and ruffling the soft hair that covers there. The wetter she becomes, the easier her movements come. She can feel her folds parting as she pushes and pulls her pussy over him, the sound of her juices starts to become audible. Small whimpers slip from her lips as pleasure begins to blossom, spreading out from her crotch to her limbs. A warmth that ripples through her in waves that flow with every lap of ecstasy that builds.

She steadies herself by placing her hands on his shoulder and biting down on her bottom lip as she looks down between their bodies. Thiago’s cock strains against his clothing and had she been in a better headspace, she might have tried to stroke him with each of her movements but right now, she’s focusing purely on herself.

“You look so fucking good like this,” he whispers, his own line of vision remains watching her claim his body in ways that he hadn’t anticipated being this turned on. She hadn’t touched him, she’s not exposed in any way and usually when he thinks about her using him for her own pleasure, it’s having her riding his face or being on top and fucking him how she wants to be fucked rather than how he feels she needs to be.

“Feels good,” she pants, her hips increasing in their rhythm as she picks up the pace to try and get there. She applies more pressure, grinding herself harder against him for max friction. The pleasure that builds seems to plateau, reaching so far but never really goes beyond that. “Need you Thiago,” she whines, pulling her body up and grabs his hand before he can stop her. His hand is pushed into her underwear and she uses his fingers as though they were her own. Her two fingers cover two of his to push the soaked underwear which clings to her wet pussy and she forces them inside of her.

“Fuck,” Thiago growls at the feel of how drenched she is. Soft puffy walls separate as he thrusts his fingers in and out of her without her guidance - needing no guidance as he could bring her to orgasm with his eyes closed and earphones blocking out his hearing. Two digits is enough for him to stretch her walls open and press against her most sensitive areas. He curls them every so often, fingertips finding her small bead occasionally; almost as if to prove a point that he can find it rather than needing to stimulate her g-spot.

Thiago’s thumb brushes against her swollen clit, making small, well timed, circles against it which finally pushes her past where she was stuck in pleasure limbo.

“You going to cum for me, baby?” he asks, looking up at her as she sits at least a head and shoulders above him. “Are you going to make a mess for me and show me how good this feels?”

“Yes. Oh fuck, yes.”

Thiago peppers her body with kisses where he can reach while he continues to pleasure her with his hand.

“‘M close,” she pants, unable to stop herself from rocking against his hand. Her fingers dig into his shoulder as she begins to tremble and the only thing she can do now is close her eyes and lose herself in the moment. She tightens her walls around his fingers, making it feel as though she’s both pushing him from her pussy and sucking him back inside with each contraction. His thumb continues an even rhythm but one little change in pressure is what causes her to go over the edge.

Her panties soak up as much of it as it can, but the excess drips through, not that it phases Thiago who slows his movements and pulls his fingers from her carefully. Most of her juices are cleaned off against the fabric before they’re out of her underwear but the rest is cleaned off by his tongue as he pushes his fingers between his lips and swirls his tongue around them.

“Always so good for me,” he comments, fingers dragging his bottom lip down ever so slightly as he expels them. “How was your fantasy?”

“Think I’m going to have to try it again. Practice makes perfect.” she concludes.

[football-and-fanfics]

Sleepy Dialogue Prompts posting #2

⚽🖊️⚽🖊️⚽🖊️⚽🖊️⚽🖊️ Who: Thiago Alcantara Prompt: "Goodmorning, my love." Requested by: anonymous Notes with request: Just sleepy fluff 🥰 Warnings: none ⚽🖊️⚽🖊️⚽🖊️⚽🖊️⚽🖊️

Waking up with Thiago was the same every morning, but you loved it each and every time. He usually awoke before you, and would watch you sleep until you woke up, too. Sometimes he traced his fingers over your arms or hands, or fiddled with your hair. But he was always mindful not to startle you and wake you up unintentionally.

This morning was no exception. When you opened your eyes, you found Thiago already looking at you. Lying on his side beside you, his hand rested on top of yours, and he squeezed it lovingly when he saw you waking up.

"Good morning, my love." He reached up to softly boop your nose. "Morning," you chuckled sleepily. "You were mumbling in your sleep," Thiago said softly. "Was I?" You yawned. "What was I saying? Anything good?" "I don’t know." Thiago frowned, but you already saw the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "It was kind of hard to catch, but it sounded something like: Thiago is the best boyfriend."

You laughed and gave him a playful slap on the shoulder. "I did not!" Thiago nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. "Sounded like it."

You smiled at this teasing, playful side of him. "I like waking up with you." "Really?" Thiago feigned surprise. "Yes." You gave him a quick kiss on the tip of his nose. "Very much." "That’s good," Thiago chuckled, "because I like waking up with you, too."

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[millythegoat]

Thiago to join Hansi staff? 🥹🥹🥹

YES PLEASE!

[live-laugh-loverpool]

fic idea:

i really liked how you said the axa center has dorms for the players. imagine one morning darwin tries cooking breakfast and ends up causing the fire alarm to go off- and everyone was sleeping, too. 😭 so there’s just everyone standing outside- a grumpy virg and a sleepy ali and a mo without his coffee!!!

i can't believe it TOOK SO LONG 😭😭😭😭😭😭 but here it is before the finals!

@gecswriting @gaemen @bobbybecker-21 @bobbyfirminosworld @ballsbalb @snuuysideup @liverpool-enjoyer @hubba1892 @alissonbear-ker @alissonbecksfan234 @dsenotmtaetr @calm-smol @millythegoat @kraeki @ollieflopkins

[liverpool-enjoyer]

Mate I really hope the Thiago news isn’t true but I don’t have a good feeling I genuinely think he’s done 🥺

unfortunately im not too optimistic either, especially w his contract ending this year n all,,, :((

[percervall]

👉🏼👈🏼 currently having so many professor-kink thoughts at the moment… so I immediately ran here to ask if you would please make a list of men who trigger your professor kink? 💕

I spent my entire Saturday coming up with this list. There's no rhyme or reason, no thoughts just vibes

a read more because this will contain pictures

Mats Hummels, but specifically him in turtlenecks

I can just imagine him speaking so passionately about the impact of [insert German author of the 19th/20th century] on the way we view [insert topic here]

(throwing in a bonus one because it fucked me up in the best way)

Antoine Griezmann, that one photoshoot ruined me

but also this Anto

He'd teach French poetry and you'd know absolutely nothing except for how blue those eyes are and a handful of fantasies involving his finger tattoos

Thiago Alcantara, I am sorry but have you seen this man??? They literally call him the professor like what did you expect to happen??

he'd for sure teach Spanish history with a focus on the influence of colonisation on Spanish architecture

Jordan Henderson. I will not be taking questions at this moment.

Definitely something sport medicine related

Xabi Alonso kinda fits this bill?

he'd teach about Basque poets and you'd hang on his every word

Marco Rose definitely fits this bill

what is it about men in turtlenecks??? For sure a philosophy or Greek classics professor

I can’t believe I’m exposing myself like this but Jamie Carragher. Again, I will not be taking questions at this moment.

(it's the cardigan under the blazer) he'd teach marketing strategies or something along those lines

Moving on to f1

Carlos Sainz jr, that photo of him looking so focused at whatever he’s doing to his car has me thinking thoughts™️

He'd be into the Renaissance literary movement and take the whole class on excursions and wane on poetically about those marble sculptures that look so lifelike

Toto Wolff, like in all honesty I could listen to that man talk all day. It’s so effortless?? And he is so smart?? But doesn’t come across as arrogant while he knows he’s one of the smartest men in the room??

I can imagine him teaching like idk economics or something, for sure business orientated. But I can also see him teaching a Literature class of some sorts

Sebastian Vettel, although this is purely as an admiration for his knowledge. He does nothing for me sexually

he would 100% teach environmental studies and show you his bees

[footytea]

Hi dear, do you know who is the loyal footballers?

i'm just gonna give you a few footballers i could never imagine cheating on their girls, but you never really know with footballers, my expectations for them are the lowest they can be lmao

robert lewandowski, harry kane, thiago alcantara, marquinhos, lionel messi, frenkie de jong, ronald araujo, mo salah

feel free to add to the list because i just named a couple from the top of my head

[libraryofloveletters]

A Countdown To Midnight

Thiago Alcantara x Fem!Reader

Warnings: thiago is the cheesiest mf on the planet, no one loves their wife like him, rachel and rike cameo!, lots of kisses, alcohol and the consumption of, virgil loves to tease people.

Word Count: 576

Author's Note: it's impossible for me to write thiago in a bad/angsty way. he's so husband, it just happens lmao but this might be one of my favourites I've written. - dedicated to @curiousthyme and @percervall

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Thiago insists on a new way to do the new years kiss, because waiting hours for one kiss wasn’t good enough.

Every year the Liverpool boys and their other halves take turns hosting new year's eve. Last year it was at Andy and Rachel's and this year, you and Thiago were hosting.

You were running late because someone wanted to spend an extra hour in bed cuddling instead of getting up to do what needed to be done, the same someone who's cuddled up behind you at the moment.

"T," you grumble, trying to wiggle him off. "Come on, I've gotta finish getting ready."

"Te ves hermosa," (you look beautiful) he whispers into your neck, kissing down to your shoulder softly. You find yourself leaning into your husband but you snap out of it and snap him out of it too.

"Behave."

Thiago rolls his eyes, sitting on the bed while you finish up on your makeup. "So you're telling me I have to wait until midnight for a kiss?"

"Yeah," you laughed, "you'll survive, babe."

"I don't think I will," he says, falling dramatically into the mattress. You roll your eyes at his theatrics, getting up as the doorbell rang. "Come on, hosting duties call."

Thiago pulls himself up, "Can I least get a kiss every hour?" He pouts like a child. You laughed, nodding. "Sure babe."

The man pulls you to him, giving you a kiss as the doorbell rings yet again. You give him a nudge, wiggling from his grip. "Go answer the door."

You can hear Virgil's voice, the sound of little feet running downstairs which meant he, Rike and the kids had arrived. You already hear the captain teasing him as you walk downstairs.

"Nice lipstick," he tells Thiago, you smile as you walk over to greet them. "I see you two are matching," Virgil jokes, earring a playful eye roll from his wife.

As the hour goes by, the guests begin to arrive and make themselves at home.

You were in the kitchen, handing out cupcakes to the already sugared up kids when Thiago walked in. "It's 8pm," he tells you and your brows furrow. "Yeah?" you say, leaning down to pick up Darwin's son, the little boy had gotten frosting all over his face.

Thiago watched as you wiped his face, holding him on your hip when you turned him to him. The man kisses you sweetly. "What was that for?" You asked.

"My hourly kiss."

You rolled your eyes but he was serious, sticking to his plan.

At 9, he finds you with Rachel on the couch, the two of you chatting away. Your husband leans over and lays one on you, walking away with a smile and your lipstick on his face.

10pm, you were on your way to the bathroom when he pulled you to him, giving you another kiss.

11pm was no different, in your kitchen looking for the shot glasses when you feel someone smack your ass. You turn to shout at him but you're cut off with a kiss.

It was a minute to midnight and you were sitting on his lap, the kids, at least those who were still awake, were crowded in front of the tv to count down the seconds to the new year.

Thiago's fingers drum into your thigh, smiling at you. "No more kisses for you," you tell him jokingly. The man rolls his eyes, "oh hush, you love them."

"As if," you tell him, leaning down to kiss him as you hear the kids shout happy new years.

[footballxixstars]

Thiago Alcantara

Thiago Alcantara born on the 11th of April 1991. He plays for Liverpool FC and Spain National Team.

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Blurbs

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OneShots

A Different Christmas ~ Usually Thiago has Christmas off but his first Christmas playing in the premier league means he has to train

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Smuts

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MASTERLIST

[football-and-fanfics]

Flashback Friday #32

Welcome back to the weekly edition of Flashback Friday. Here’s this week’s five blasts from the past😉 Happy reading! 😊 #1 Who: Ben Chilwell Prompt: "Sore loser." Link: click here #2 Who: Thiago Alcantara Prompt: "I think you need to sit down." Link: click here #3 Who: Christian Pulisic Prompt: "Sometimes I can't believe you're really mine." Link: click here #4 Who: Trent Alexander-Arnold Prompt: Fever / sick Link: click here #5 Who: Kai Havertz Prompt: "Are you warm enough?" Link: click here

[footballrecs]

strange love

pairings: thiago alcantara/elle (oc) oneshot by: kreektown

notes: please take the time to read this, as it is outstandingly good.

[live-laugh-loverpool]

New fic dropping!!!

@bobbybecker-21 @liverpool-enjoyer @moomin279 @calm-smol @alissonbecksfan234 @childishfirmino @millythegoat

[eatsleepbreathefutbol]

Masterlist

Marco Alonso

Dele Alli

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Jadon Sancho

Hector Bellerín

Christian Pulisic

Tyrone Mings

James Rodriguez

Kai Havertz

Mason Mount

Dominic Calvert-Lewin

Ruben Loftus-Cheek

Julian Brandt

Kylian Mbappe

Virgil Van Dijk

Jesse Lingard

Harry Winks

James Maddison

Marcus Rashford

Weston McKennie

Leon Goretzka

Son Heung-Min

Kepa Arrizabalaga

Lyric Prompts

[notorious-fiction]

right hand (a whoever you want to read with story) - intro

      There are two types of people in this world.

        The him and the you.

       The ones that after a massive break-up, after crying themselves to sleep come back with a stronger belief in love than before, knowing their soul-mate is out there, somethere, and that their heartbreak was only to teach them a lesson so they could be even more prepared for The Real Love once they found it.

(That was obviously him)

       And then there was the ones that after a massive break-up, after crying themselves to sleep come back with a stronger belief in the fact that love does not exist, that there it no such thing as soul-mates and that they will never, ever be stupid enough to fall in love with someone again, ever, because if they do, well, if they do then they just deserve all of the freakin’ suffering because they are plain stupid.

(That was obviously you.)

       And those two kind of people often end up running into one another.

       And they’re usually drunk.

       And they’re usually stubborn.

       And they usually think they can change each others mind.

(But can they?)

          It was so fucking weird how a year could change someone.

(Completely.)

(As in, she felt like an entirely different person.)

       Thinking about her a-year-ago self made her wanna puke.

       How could someone be so innocent? So naive? So... Happy?

     That was the weirdest thing about growing.

(Not that she actually – as in physically – grew, but y’know, she matured.)

(Like fine wine.)

(Eurgh, cliché much?)

       Still, that was the weirdest thing about growing: remembering the past with some solemn sense of nostalgia but not missing it at the same time, of thinking about old mistakes and not regretting them (thinking that you were stupid as fuck: ah yes, regretting them: ah no) as (obviously) if it weren’t for them, you wouldn’t have learnt all that you had and you wouldn’t be who you were today.

       Yet, it was so fucking weird thinking about life before she met him.

       Because at the same time that it seemed happier and more colorful on her mind, if she thought about it – really thought about it – it wasn’t that great.

       Just like life with him wasn’t that great – if she really thought about it.

       And just like life without him didn’t seem that great – if she really thought about it.

       In the end, it all depended on her mood. If she was feeling nostalgic and lonely and needy, thinking about him made her want to rip her left arm to have him back.

       If she was feeling good and happy and self-assured, thinking about him made her want to punch herself on the face for letting him be in her life for so long.

(Either way, on her metaphors, she always ended up hurting herself.)

(Her therapist said it was a Thing and that she had to Work On It.)

(She thought she just wasn’t creative enough with metaphors.)

       She now thought of her life as BH and AH.

(Before Him.)

(After Him.)

       And as much as it had hurt her and made her want to die and cry herself to sleep and lit one cigarette after the other...

       She wouldn’t have it any other way.

       Because who she was now...

       Who she was now was Strong As Fuck.

(And she was so flippin’ proud of it.)

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       Her boss told her he wanted a column about love.

       Love advices, to be more accurate.

       Of all fucking things.

(As if her love life wasn’t more of a Silence of the Lambs than Love, Actually.)

(More of a The Conjuring 2 than The Notebook.)

(More of a Saw IV than Titanic.)

(Well, it sort of was similar to Titanic.)

(As: it was sanked.)

       “Think rom-com. Think the last chapter of a Nicholas Sparks novel, when all the answers are there and all the problems are solved. Think headlines on Valentine’s Day showing people who have been married for over a century and tell their secrets are “camaraderie and beer”. Think hope, think –”

       She toned him out after “think Nicholas Sparks”.

       She would rather shoot herself on the head than write something thinking about Nicholas Sparks.

(Oh there she was again.)

(With the Hurting Herself On Metaphors Thing.)

(She would Work On It someday.)

(Just not now.)

       “Got it?”

       She nodded.

       Sure she had gotten it.

       If she hadn’t, she’d be fired on the spot.

       “Great. I’ve forwarded some of the” Her boss made quotation marks with his fingers “Quizzes to your e-mail. They’re all from people here at magazine, but with changed names obviously, then we’ll set up an e-mail so strangers can send theirs and blah blah blah.”

      She nodded. Knowing the people who worked with her, she’d be able to guess who was who by the first sentence.

     “Quiz” Her boss made quotation marks again “Sounds nicer than “problems”, right?” Before even giving her a chance to reply, he gave her a smile that showed so many teeth he resembled a shark “Well, who cares? Hope you have a satisfatory answer to them by Monday. Have a fantastic weekend, darlin’.”

       Sinking into her seat, she took the deepest breath she could before opening up her inbox, the first e-mail on it being ““QUIZZES” FOR YOUR LOVE COLUMN!! BY MONDAY!!! DON’T FORGET OR YOU’LL BE-” she assumed the ending was “fired’ and clicked on it.

       Running her eyes trough the “quizzes” (damn, that “quizzes” with the quotation mark was catchy), she felt a huge sense of dread take over her body.

A.   22. F.

My boyfriend has been cheating on me with our neighbor but I love him so much I –

J. 27. M.

       I think I’ve lost all of my friends since getting into a relationship. I used to spend all the time with my girlfriend and now –

P. 28. F.

       Guys can’t see me as anything other than a piece of meat and I don’t know what else to do because if I play hard to get they simply don’t even make and effort to actually get –

       Oh God. She was fucked.

      Because she had lost her inspiration.

       That part of her that believed in Happily Ever After, that could turn off the harshness of the Real World and lose herself in her own silly words.

       She’d grown cold now, a bit cynical, a ton more sarcastic than she ever tought she could get.

       And, as a Fluffy Romance Writer, that was sort of screwing up her career.

       Because she simply wanted to reply “FIND SOME SELF LOVE YOUR IDIOT” or “BOO-HOO, BROS BEFORE HOES, CHICKS BEFORE DICKS, ASSHOLE” and well, she was pretty sure her boss wouldn’t like those sort of answers.

       So, like a scene in a cartoon movie, she saw all the little engines on her brain moving as she thought about who she needed to talk to before she wrote single line.

     She’d call him.

       That damn asshole that had screwed up her last shot at love.

       The Love Advocate.

       The Idiot That Ruled All Idiots.

               She dialed the number she had saved as “Not Answer/Not Call”, waited as it rang for nine times (he was probably doing a “what the fuck face” at her name on the call ID instead of picking it up already), and, before he could greet her, she blurted:

       “I’m going to need to use it.”

       He had his mouthful of something, so his answer was all muffled “Ius’ uot?”

(Translation: use what?)

       “The You Owe Me One Card.”

       He swallowed.

       “God dammit.”

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soOoOo this is something i started worked on tonight. it can be read with anyone you feel like it BUT i'll let you know in the long run if i feel like it fits more of a person than another or something like that!

anyway i’ll try to finish up the second chapter today and hopefully if it all goes well i shall post it soon YAY

if you guys enjoyed it pls don’t forget to like this post and/or send me a message, truly means the world & it keeps me going xxxx

[percervall]

in silent screams and wildest dreams (i never dreamt of this)

Player: Kostas Tsimikas (Thiago Alcantara) Words: 2551 Warnings: Smut, masturbation, oral (f & m receiving), threesome, dirty talk, unprotected sex A/N: listen, there's a reason they call Thiago 'the professor'. I usually don't write stuff like this, please let me know what you think

For @kostasstsimikass I hope you like it

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Ever since they started dating, they had never really discussed this. Of course they had talked about what they liked, the things that turned them on, but that had all been relatively innocent Olivia thought. She had just never had  a reason to bring it up before. Until now that is. This wasn’t the first time a training or match day selfie had gotten Olivia riled up. Kostas knew this about her, and teased her mercilessly about it. She didn’t mind because the payback was always glorious and often left him speechless (oh, the power she held over him dressed in lilac silk and lace…). 

But this was different. Because this time it wasn’t a selfie of just Kostas, but a selfie of him and his best friend. Thiago. Of course Olivia knew Thiago was handsome, she would have had to be blind not to see that. She just had never thought of him that way –the way that made her swallow hard as an ache settled between her thighs. As she shifted in the chair she was sitting in, the lace of her bra rubbed over her hardening nipples. Still holding her phone, Olivia dipped her other hand under the waistband of her bike shorts and underwear. She gasped as she brushed against her clit, dragging a finger across her folds, feeling how wet she was just imagining-...

Her thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the front door. There was no point in hiding what she’d been up to, Kostas knew her too well for that. Instead Olivia pushed her nerves down and slid a finger into her soaking core. “What a sight to come home to,” Kostas said with a smirk when he spotted her in the living room. She could feel her cheeks heat up under his watchful gaze and bit her lip. Kostas made his way over to her and knelt in front of her chair. He took a hold of her shorts and looked up with a raised eyebrow –his way of asking Olivia for permission. She quickly nodded, lifting her hips. He made quick work of undressing her lower half and gently spread her thighs. “Fuck baby, you’re absolutely soaking,” he said, eyes landing on the phone in her hand, thumb still pressing against the screen to stop the photo from disappearing. “Oh I see,” Kostas chuckled, “lusting after my shirtless selfies again, are we?”  “Y-yes,” Olivia managed to say, her finger still sliding in and out, “but not just you..” It came out more like a question. Kostas pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, looking up at her. “My dirty girl, you were thinking about having one of my teammates go down on you? Tell me love, would you like to be alone with him or for him to join us?” he murmured against her thigh, “I’m pretty sure it’s the latter, isn’t it? Thinking about getting absolutely ruined by two men, weren’t you?” He gave her thigh a squeeze when she didn’t respond at first. “Yes,” Olivia moaned, throwing her head back and rubbing her clit now. She was so close. “That’s it babe, fuck you’re so beautiful…” Kostas praised her, which was all she needed to fall over the edge. She pulled him up for a kiss, gasping as his still clothed erection pressed against her centre. “I’m pretty sure he’d say yes if I asked him. If you really want to,” Kostas said, before moving his lips to her neck. Olivia didn’t know how to respond to that so she didn’t, until a few hours later Kostas repeated himself as they were lying in bed both still recovering. “I was serious about asking him, if that is what you want.”  “And you’re okay with that?”  Kostas turned on his side to look at her. “Only if it’s truly what you want.” Olivia nodded, trying to hide her face from him, cheeks burning. “Babe, look at me. There is nothing more attractive to me than a woman owning her sexuality and knowing what she wants. I’ll ask him,” Kostas said, brushing a strand of her hair from her face.

Which is how Olivia found herself picking at a loose thread on her dress as she waited for Kostas to return from training. He had texted her ten minutes ago that he was on his way and that Thiago was joining him. She could only imagine how that conversation might have gone, what Thiago’s wife Liesa might think or say. Luckily for her, she had very little time to think about it because she heard Kostas’ key in the door. 

“Kostas tells me you’d like for me to give you a hand with living out a fantasy?” Thiago asked as he sat down next to her on their bed.  “Are you sure you won’t get in trouble? What is Liesa-…” “Liesa already knows and can’t wait to hear all about it. Our marriage is built on trust and communication, she won’t be angry at you. Jealous maybe, but not angry,” Thiago interrupted her. Olivia blinked rapidly.  “O-okay..”  Thiago chuckled. “So, what’s this fantasy Kos keeps telling me about?” “I’ve always kind of wondered what it would be like t-to-.. To have two… uhm..” she tried to explain, blushing at the knowledge that Kostas has been talking about what happened the other day when he caught her literally red-handed. Thiago smiled gently at her. “You want to experience having sex with two men at once?” He filled in the blanks. Olivia nodded. “Okay, what else?”

“I’d like you to go down on me while-.. While Kos takes my mouth,” she said, closing her eyes. 

“I’m sure that can be arranged. If at any point you need to stop or slow down, say stop or squeeze our thigh and we’ll stop,” Thiago said. Olivia nodded, letting them both know she understood. Kostas pulled her up from the bed and against his chest. He kissed her gently first, whispering how proud he was of her, before deepening the kiss. She could feel Thiago stand behind her, moving closer until she was sandwiched between them, kissing her shoulder. She could feel Kostas hardening against her stomach and Thiago against her lower back and the thought alone that they were turned on because of her was enough for her to forget the embarrassment she’d felt earlier. Kostas’ hand rested gently against her cheek as Thiago pushed the strap of her dress and bra down to kiss more of her shoulder. Olivia rocked her hips against both of them, desperately seeking friction. 

“Can I take this off?” Thiago murmured in her ear as he grabbed hold of the hem of her dress. Olivia nodded, raising her arms to help him. Kostas’ attention shifted from her lips to her throat and chest. Olivia arched her back, giving Kostas better access. He nipped gently at the swell of her breast.

“My gorgeous girl..” he whispered. Thiago’s hand came to rest on the closure of her bra and Olivia nodded again without him having to ask. As soon as her bra fell down, Kostas was all over her breasts. She ran a hand through his hair, pulling gently as he took a nipple into his mouth, eliciting a moan from him. Olivia felt Thiago’s hands land on her hips, grinding against her as he looked over her shoulder at what Kostas was doing. Olivia let her head fall back against his shoulder and moaned softly. Kostas lowered to his knees in front of her and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties. “Can I take these off?” he asked. 

“Please,” Olivia breathed. Kostas helped her step out of them. 

“You might want to take your shirt off Kos, give Liv some more grip,” Thiago murmured. Kostas nodded and pulled his t-shirt over his head. He then took her ankle and lifted up her leg, placing her foot on his shoulder.

“Lean against me, nena. Let us take care of you,” Thiago whispered in her ear. He still had an arm around her waist and Olivia wrapped her fingers around his wrist as she did what he said, looking down at her boyfriend. 

“So beautiful, baby…” Kostas said, pressing a kiss against her inner thigh. His breath ghosted over her now exposed core, sending shivers down her spine.

“Kos…” she whimpered. Kostas smirked, dipping his head into the apex of her thighs, his hands lightly gripping her. He ran his tongue along her slit, licking her clean.

“Taste so good baby, always so sweet for me..” he said before running his tongue over her clit. Olivia threw her head back with a moan. While Kostas worshipped her on his knees, Thiago used his free hand to play with her breasts, rolling her nipples to stiff peaks as he whispered praise and absolutely filthy things in her ear, his erection pressing firmly against her back. Olivia tightened her grip on Thiago’s wrist and buried her other hand in Kostas’ hair as her climax crashed through her. Kostas gently put her foot back down on the floor and sat back on his haunches, looking up at her, chin and lips glistening with her arousal while his cock was straining against his jeans. Olivia helped him back up and kissed him, tasting herself. 

The three of them moved to the bed, Thiago lying down first. Olivia climbed onto the bed. “Sit on my face, nena. Need to taste you,” Thiago said. She could feel her blush spread from her cheeks to her neck but did as he asked. Kostas came to stand by the side of the bed, helping her position herself over Thiago’s face.

“You’re absolutely sopping wet,” Thiago murmured before pulling her down onto his mouth. “Oh fuck,” Olivia moaned as his tongue entered her. She ground her hips against his face and tried to unbutton Kostas’ jeans.

“Please Kos.. need to suck your cock…” she begged. 

“Fuck, Liv…” he groaned, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down his thighs together with his underwear. Olivia took the head of his cock into her mouth, licking and sucking. She pulled off with a wet pop. “Use me Kos, fuck my mouth…” she whispered, looking up at him. Kostas groaned, burying a hand in her hair. Olivia opened her mouth and moaned as Kostas slid his cock in while Thiago sucked on her clit. She braced herself on Kostas’ hips as he did as she asked and fucked her mouth, one hand pulling her hair, the other resting over her hand on his hip. 

“So good.. Liv.. Always so good…” Kostas gasped. 

She could feel her second orgasm building, moaning around Kostas as Thiago slid two fingers into her, stretching  her. 

“Fuck, nena… Taking him so well…” he murmured, adding a third finger. She closed her eyes and let pleasure wash over her as her second orgasm wrecked through her, moaning around Kostas’ cock still in her mouth. Kostas threw his head back with a strangled moan and spilled down her throat before pulling out. Olivia could feel how every single muscle in her body trembled with the intensity of her orgasm and if it weren’t for both Kostas and Thiago holding her up, she would’ve collapsed on the bed. Both of them helped her down onto the mattress. Kostas shed his jeans and underwear and laid down next to her. Thiago was quick to follow suit.

“Are you still sure you want this baby?” Kostas asked her, pressing gentle kisses to her forehead. 

“Yes, just need a minute or two” Olivia murmured. Thiago kissed her shoulder as he pressed himself against her back. “Take all the time you need, nena,” he said softly. Olivia closed her eyes, just enjoying the feeling of the two of them showering her in praise and gentle kisses. 

“How are we going to… do this?” she asked after waking from her catnap. 

“Start by riding Kos,” Thiago instructed. Olivia swung her leg over Kostas’ hips and lowered herself onto him, the both of them moaning as he entered her. Thiago reached over to grab the bottle of lube. “Lie down on me baby,” Kostas murmured. Olivia could feel Thiago move closer, a hand on her ass, squeezing her cheek. For a moment she felt self-conscious, knowing what was about to happen, but all of that was drowned out by the feeling of Thiago slowly pushing his cock into her. Olivia panted, the feeling of the two of them stretching her almost overwhelming. 

“Move your knees a little, just like that baby. Now, you’re in control here. Move as gently or as fast as you need to..” Kostas said, taking hold of her hand.

Olivia tried to move her hips back, but the angle made it hard for her to set the pace she needed.

“‘S not enough,” she whined, “harder… Kos… Please…” She heard Thiago chuckle behind her, hands on her hips. “I’m sure we can help with that, nena,” he said as he pulled out slightly before slamming back into her. The two of them were quick to figure out a rhythm where when one pulled back, the other would enter her again.

“Yes… Oh, fuck,” Olivia moaned. Kostas took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue over the already sensitive bud. Thiago took hold over the other breast, playing with her nipple.

“So wet for us, nena, taking us so well. Kos was right, wasn’t he? You are such a dirty girl…” Thiago whispered in her ear. Olivia couldn’t respond to him, even if she wanted to. The feeling of being so full, both men pulling and sucking on her nipples, Thiago whispering filthy nothings in her ear and Kostas praising her made her brain short circuit. She hung her head, hair sticking to her forehead, as she moaned and gasped at the sensation of being well and truly fucked by them both. 

“Mmm… Clo-... So.. close.. Please, Kos…” she mumbled.

“Please what, baby?” Kos said, resting his hand around her ribcage just under her breast,.

“Please can I come?” she begged as Thiago sucked on the skin between shoulder and collar bone, groaning as he thrust into her. 

“Come for us baby,” Kostas said, kissing the column of her throat as she arched back into Thiago. Her thighs trembled and she felt that familiar feeling rise in the pit of her stomach, like a coil tightening until it would snap. 

“That’s it, nena, let go…”

Olivia sobbed as her orgasm tore through her, her whole body trembling. She dug her nails into Kostas’ chest, desperate to hold on to something. Her orgasm triggered both of theirs and they spilled deep inside of her. Thiago pulled out and collapsed onto the bed while Kostas gently rolled both of them onto their side before pulling out. Olivia whimpered at the loss.

“You okay baby?” Kostas asked her.

“Mmhmm… so good Kos.. Sore, but so good..” she mumbled, snuggling into his chest, “and absolutely knackered, but so fucking good…” 

Both Kostas and Thiago laughed at that. Olivia tried to keep her eyes open, but failed. She fell asleep listening to Kostas murmur sweet nothings into her hair and them talking in hushed tones, feeling loved and safe in her boyfriend’s arms.