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ꫂ❁ Mostly Barça focused writing, but you never know. ⇢ I take requests!
Alexia
ꫂ❁ Offside (18+)
ꫂ❁ Control (18+)
Kika
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ꫂ❁ One Night (18+)
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ꫂ❁ Apart (18+)
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I post whenever I have a fic ready. I'm usually working on multiple at a time so sometimes it'll take me while to put something out, it really depends. Always here if you want to chat, it's what I'm here for :)
bit late but I came to say that I absolutely LOVED Control!!!! It was fantastic writing and everything I've wanted in a fic and I really hope you write more fics like that in the future for Alexia <3
aww thank you that's so sweet :') it's rly funny bc when i was finally finished, i was worried ppl wouldn't like it bc it's a bit different to what i usually do. luckily i think it's been well received so phew😭 if smth inspires me enough i'll do more like this when i can bc it was definitely a fun one to make❤️🔥
one night was so 🥵🥵🥵 pls pleaseeee a part 2
i'll see😁
One Night
Kika Nazareth x Reader
ꫂ❁ Summary: You met her by chance, but what if one night with her wasn't enough? ꫂ❁ Tags: smut (18+), alcohol mention, oral, overstimulation, thigh riding, leftover feelings that you really don't wanna deal with. ⇢ word count 5.3k ꫂ❁ a/n: been sooo uninspired lately but thank god for kika. also i might do a part 2 if ppl like it or i run out of ideas lmao.
You were out with your friends after a very tedious day at work, and all of you decided that you needed to blow off some steam tonight or else. That's how you ended up in your current situation: four shots deep, and the room was spinning way too fast, but you couldn't even care. The music thumping in your ears made your head pound awfully, and it almost knocked you right off your seat as you finally sat down at the bar.
It was probably a bad idea, but you ordered another drink despite having work the next day. There was no way in hell that you'd pass up this incredibly rare opportunity to let yourself have fun. The cool condensation of the glass beneath your fingertips barely grounded you as the liquid stung your throat. You hardly have time to savour it before you see someone in the corner of your eye slipping into the empty space beside you. The bitter alcohol on your tongue was a mere memory as the heavenly scent of her perfume slipped into your senses. You knew she was looking at you, but you didn't want to acknowledge it yet. Instead, you looked to your right side in the opposite direction, as if whatever was over there was more intriguing to you.
Finally, curiosity got the better of you, and you met her eyes.
"I was starting to think I was invisible or something." You can't quite place her accent; it's definitely not local. Even if you were slightly buzzed, you weren't completely stupid.
The woman smiles at your lack of response, then orders a drink while you sit there trying not to look like you're staring but still doing so anyway. She's stunning, almost unfairly so. You watch her as she brings the glass to her lips, and the way her throat moves as she swallows sends a wave of heat straight to your stomach. When she lowers the drink, her tongue darts across her bottom lip to catch the lingering traces of alcohol before turning to you with a smug smile.
"So," she says, adjusting herself comfortably on the stool so she's fully facing you. "Are you from here?"
"I am," you slur a bit, and you clear your throat in an attempt to cover it up. "You're not, though."
"Very good." Her voice is low, and it hits you even lower. "You wanna take a guess?"
Well, it could be anywhere, really. So you start guessing.
"Italy." You say with a little too much confidence.
She laughs out loud and grabs onto your arm to steady herself.
"Not even close!" She smiles at you, her hand still on your arm, and you hope she never lets go of you.
"Hm… Spain then?" You shift closer, and you see a flicker in her eye that maybe tells you that you finally guessed right.
"No," you visibly deflate, and she notices straight away. "I do live in Spain right now, though. So maybe you get half a point."
Now all you're thinking about is why she lives in Spain; you completely forget that you still haven't guessed right.
"I'm from Portugal."
You frown a bit before locking eyes with her. "I was never gonna get that."
She laughs softly at your honesty, the sound warming your body more than the alcohol ever could.
"So, why do you live in Spain?" You ask out of curiosity, and her hand slides down your arm to casually take your hand, swinging them between you both playfully. It's surprisingly friendly from someone you just met, but you welcome it anyway. It's funny how you've completely forgotten why you were here in the first place. This woman has completely stolen your attention, and you don't mind one bit.
"For work." She says simply, and you raise an eyebrow at her in curiosity. Smiling cheekily, she takes a swig of her drink, clearly not wanting to elaborate any more.
Glancing over your shoulder, you see a group of loud women on the other side of the room. From your hazy memory, you can just about recall how she walked over from that direction, so maybe those were her friends?
It's as if she can read your mind, and she looks in the direction you're looking in, and she laughs again—the sound washing over your skin.
"Ah, smart girl." She squeezes your hand softly, and your stomach flips at the casual intimacy of it. "My teammates."
You blink at her a few times before she continues, "Football."
"You're a footballer?" Your head tilts as you take her in once more. Never in a million years would you have guessed that either.
She grins and lets out a casual, "Mhm."
"Like professional football or just as a hobby?" You ask, and you don't miss how her thumb traces over yours.
"Would I fly over to London for just a hobby?" She teases, and you bump your knee playfully against hers defensively.
"We played tonight." She replies casually, and your fuzzy brain does its best to take in all of the new information quickly, whilst also trying to ignore how the way her eyes linger a beat too long on your lips.
"Did you win?" You smirk, and she lets out a sigh, her hand quickly slipping out of yours. In that moment, you think you shouldn't have asked because of how her demeanour changes immediately. "Sorry, was that a stupid thing to ask?"
"No, no, it's fine. We didn't win or lose. It just… wasn't our best performance, that's all." You nod slowly and trail your eyes over her face, down to her lips, before speaking again.
"So you came to the club?"
She perks up at that with a smile, "Couldn't leave without experiencing the culture."
It was as if the city heard her in that moment, and a man who was doing his best to expertly weave through the crowd clips the elbow of an innocent couple dancing the night away. It seemed like an honest mistake until he ended up fully knocking them over. Along with the woman behind him, whose cocktail glass is somehow suddenly upside down in her hand, with the contents all over the couple on the floor. It's an absolute carnage of swearing and confusion, and the two of you can only stare at the scene unfolding because no words could ever do it any justice.
Then, when you look back at each other at the same time, you're instantly bursting into laughter.
"Well," you just about manage in between breaths, "I hope it was worth the journey."
As your mutual laughter tapers off, she looks back at you for a few seconds longer than necessary and replies. "I think it's been good so far. Perhaps, it'll get even better."
"When do you go back?" You ask with an edge of hopefulness that perhaps she'll be here for a few days, and you can enjoy each other's company for more than just tonight.
Her smile drops slightly, but she does her best to keep it. "Tomorrow morning."
You sigh but nod understandingly, looking down at your hands that are intertwined again, the warmth of her skin against yours has your heart hammering against your chest.
"You wanna dance?" She asks amusedly, seemingly already knowing your answer.
Turning your head to your left, you see the ridiculous aftermath of what occurred before, then you focus your attention back to her.
"What, and be the next victim? No thanks," you reply with a scoff.
She leans in a little closer, her teeth catching her bottom lip. "You know," she murmurs, her voice low and steady, "seeing as I leave tomorrow… We should probably make the most of my time left here."
You tilt your head. "Oh? What are you suggesting?"
Her grin widens, her hand cupping your jaw delicately. "I'm suggesting that you take me home, and we can get to know each other better."
You're taken aback by her boldness, but you're not going to pass up the possibility of more time with this beautiful woman.
"Okay." You rise from the barstool, your legs feeling more unstable than you'd have preferred, but the grip she has on your hand keeps you steady. "It's not too far."
"How far are we talking?" she teases as you walk towards the exit, trying to avoid any drunken dancers along the way.
"Just a train ride," you reply with a grin as you push open the door.
Before she follows you, she turns to the group she came in with, and you watch curiously as she shouts over the music, likely letting them know she's leaving. They're speaking in what seems like Spanish, but you're way too out of it to ask. One of them, a taller brunette, lays her eyes on you and shakes her head amusedly at the woman beside you. She waves her off before turning back to you.
"Let's go."
It's hard for you to take your eyes off her whilst you're on the train, even under the bright lights in the carriage; she looks devastatingly beautiful. Luckily, it's more or less empty inside. The only other person is at the other end of the carriage, face planted onto the table beneath them. As the train enters a tunnel, you turn to her, curiosity on the tip of your tongue, not for the first time tonight.
"Which team do you play for?" You whisper, not really needing to, but you still want to protect her privacy. "And don't make me guess again, or we'll never get off this train."
Her laugh goes straight through you, the hairs on your neck standing up as the sound settles in the air. "Barcelona."
Your eyes widen. You weren't a sports fanatic by any means, but you did know that was a huge name in the sport, and you regret being so casual with her earlier.
As she watches your reaction, she shakes her head with a sigh, "Stop."
"I mean, come on. That's insane, is it not?" You lean in a bit too quickly, and your head feels like it could fall off your shoulders onto the floor with any more movement.
She rolls her eyes and shoves you softly, but you bounce right back. "Don't start acting different now."
"I'm not! I'm just being appreciative. I'm allowed to."
You can see her trying to hide her smile but failing miserably at doing so. "Alright, but it's really not that big of a deal."
As you're about to say something, her hand sneaks onto your exposed knee, and the breath is ripped straight from your lungs. There's nothing subtle about the touch; it's intentional, and it shuts you up completely — which was perhaps her plan all along.
The minutes fly by, and part of you is a bit disappointed because you were enjoying the stillness between you both. But the rest is eager to see what tonight has in store for you.
The train stops, and you place your hand on hers. "We're here."
The moment the door shuts, your back is pressed right up against it by the Portuguese woman. Her mouth hovers just before your lips for only a couple of seconds before she takes them in hers, not wanting to waste any more of the limited time she has left here with you. There's no time taken in testing the waters or taking it slow. Her tongue slides against yours, and the taste of her tequila on your tongue has your head spinning even more than it already was. Your hands snake around her waist as you pull her even closer, leaving no space whatsoever. A hungry moan spills from her mouth into yours, and you swallow it greedily. The door kept rattling as she pressed her body into yours, desperate to feel all of you, all at once. Hesitantly, you pull away from her, and a gasp falls from her lips with the loss of contact. Of course, you'd love for this to continue, and you're sure it will, but you know this cannot continue against your front door, of all places.
"We're not fucking against the door," you let out in an exhale, and the woman gives you a sly smile.
"Oh, so we're going to fuck?" She teases, and you feel your brain short-circuit for a moment, but you pull yourself together quickly, even if your heart is threatening to breach through your ribcage.
Wordlessly, you take her hand in yours, and you lead her to your bedroom. She follows you without hesitation, letting you lead the way.
Her eyes briefly scan the room as she gives it an appreciative nod before turning her attention back to you. You know she's about to say something smart, so you stop her before she has the chance by pressing your mouth to hers. The curl of her lips on yours only spurs you further as you slip off her very fancy and probably extremely expensive blazer, down to the floor. Her eyes flick down to the lost item of clothing, then back to you with a dangerous smile on her lips.
"You're in a hurry."
"Shut up," you mutter, pulling her by her collar back into a kiss that knocks the rest of her words out of her mouth. She laughs into it, too smug for your liking, as her fingers hook under the hem of your dress. The fabric is pushed up higher and higher, and you feel the cool air hit your ass for just a second before her hands squeeze the flesh hard, her nails digging into your skin wonderfully. Your hands fiddle with the hem of her sweater, and without warning, you're pulling it up and over her head, which inevitably yanks her mouth away from yours. In your head, you curse her for wearing so many layers, and seemingly, the frown on your face gives you away because she's already trying to explain herself.
"What? It's too fucking cold here," she says as she watches you toss the piece of clothing somewhere on the floor.
"I'm managing just fine." You counter as a matter of fact, since you literally rocked up to the club in just your dress and your very good intentions.
Her hands find your ass once more as she breathes out a soft laugh, "Your body has adapted to these horrible conditions, linda."
You tilt your head at her, biting your lip. "Do you think my body can adapt to you?"
The grip on your skin tightens even more at the challenge. "Mmm…" Her lips find your jaw, pressing delicate kisses along the line of your bone. Each touch has your breath hitching, and your legs feeling weaker by the second. Teeth graze you lightly before more pressure is added as she teases your pulse point. A peck is planted there before she faces you again, her cheeks dusted in a faint pink which you can't help but smile at. "Let's find out."
Your hands fumble with the buttons on her shirt; each one reveals more skin beneath, and your movements quicken even more. She watches you intently with a proud smile on her lips, whilst her hand finds the zipper of your dress, playing with it before making eye contact with you as a way of asking. As you pop open the last of her buttons, she slowly draws down the zipper, tugging the dress so it sits loose on your body.
She takes a few moments to look at you, her eyes darkening as they wanderingly trace over your skin. Heat spreads across your cheeks, not from the alcohol but rather from the unwavering admiration from the woman before you.
"Você é muito gostosa pra caralho." (You're so fucking hot.)
"I'm going to assume that means something good and that you're not shit-talking me," you joke, your fingers curling into the front of her unbuttoned shirt, tugging her close. Your lips collide in a wet, desperate kiss, and her hands clutch at your hips as she walks you towards the edge of your bed. In a smooth, powerful motion, she pushes you back, and you land comfortably on the mattress beneath you. Her shirt is fully gone, and you're left to gawk at her incredibly athletic body. Obviously, she's a footballer, so it comes with the job, but fuck. She's gorgeous.
Your daze is cut short when one of her hands slips under your back, eager fingertips fiddling with the clasp of your bra. With a teasing smirk, she releases it, and your chest is fully exposed to her and the slight chill in your bedroom. Your nipples perk up at the loss of warmth, and her thumbs trace over the sensitive peaks whilst she leans down to kiss you again.
"You've been hidden away in London all this time?" She mumbles against your mouth before slipping her tongue against yours, the wet sounds making your legs tremble, and your cunt clench over nothing.
With a small moan, you pull away. "Or you've been hiding from me." Your sentence ends in a small gasp as her fingertips pinch your nipples, tugging subtly.
"Me? Hiding?" Her voice is low and taunting as a smug smile appears on her perfect lips. "Darling, all you had to do was turn on the TV."
Her hands trail lower, nails dragging deliciously down the curve of your hips as she peels your underwear off your body. A string of wetness hangs between you and the fabric before she removes it completely, and she brings her face closer to your core, only a few centimetres away from where you need her to be.
The sound of her parting your slick folds has you shivering, but you do your best to get your words out. "How can I when I don't even know w-who I'm looking for…"
A pleased groan rumbles from her throat as she leans closer to your clit, looking up at you before she makes another movement.
"My name is Kika."
She barely gives you any time to register the name as her mouth finds your wet, swollen clit, her lips wrapping around the sensitive flesh expertly. A soft, deliberate suck pulls a deep moan from your throat, and you grind against her mouth in an attempt to feel her even more. It only encourages her more as she hums against you with every desperate movement of yours. The wet sounds of her ravaging your pussy have your eyes rolling back, but she wants your attention fully on her. So, she threads her fingers in between yours, tugging lightly, and you look down at her almost instantly. The glint in her eyes as you continue to writhe beneath her sets your skin ablaze, and you do your utmost best not to cum there and then.
Her mouth alternates between deep sucks and long, deliberate licks against the full length of your slit. Your grip on her hand tightens as you feel heat beginning to coil in your stomach.
"You look so sexy like this." She praises you as she plants small, sweet kisses on your throbbing clit, your hips twitching upwards with every peck. It's not long before she's back to sucking on your clit, her tongue swirling and flicking against you. You slip your hand from hers and into her hair, pushing her further into you as you chase your release. The new force draws a moan from Kika's lips that travels right through you. You aren't even aware of how your nails are digging into her skull as you're practically fucking her face. You don't care.
"Fuck, Kika…" you whine as you try to push her closer, your need for even more of her turning carnal. Her teeth graze the very tip of your clit, and it has your back arching up off the mattress, and she hums low and approvingly into your cunt, the vibrations only adding to your pleasure.
Kika lays her tongue flat against your clit, almost to give you a bit of a breather, as well as letting herself catch her own breath.
"Am I making you feel good?" Her warm breath against your core sends a shiver up your spine, but you nod slowly as you look down at her, mouth agape and unable to trust the strength of your voice right now.
"Cute," she smiles against you before letting the tip of her tongue tease your clit lightly. "I want to feel you cum in my mouth."
A needy whine escapes your lips, and you're trembling beneath her once again as her lips wrap around your clit, the teasing long gone and replaced with urgency. With each movement of her head, her tongue slides across your sensitive nub whilst your fingers tangle in her hair.
Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you feel the pressure building in your stomach, every flick of her tongue against you making it harder for you to hold on for much longer.
The thread snaps within you, and a loud cry tears from your throat, and she devours you entirely, your pussy pulsating uncontrollably under her relentless tongue. As you continue to ride her mouth, Kika's low hum vibrates through you as she claims every last drop of you as hers. Your hips jerk upwards as she doesn't stop her ministrations on your cunt, instead wanting you to feel that high again.
"Kika—please, I can't—" It comes out as half of a plea, and even if it didn't, Kika would never have been convinced that you actually wanted her to stop.
"You can give me another, baby." Her words draw out slowly, and just like that, you feel your pussy dripping onto her tongue once more.
The way her tongue rolls over your hypersensitive flesh hurts so deliciously that it overwhelms you almost entirely. Her lips never leave your cunt, so greedy and unrelenting, and you know she's undeniably getting a lot of enjoyment from seeing you so needy for her.
The feeling is divine; every single one of your nerves is screaming as your raw clit continues to throb under her tongue. Your second orgasm somehow hits you even harder than the first; the agonising pressure on your clit has you arching off the bed and further onto Kika's tongue. Her hands strongly hold onto your hips as you thrash beneath her, a quiet claim on your sweat-slickened skin.
Eventually, your body goes slack, and the grip on her hair loosens as you let your arms fall to your sides whilst you catch your breath. Kika's mouth lifts away from you as she glances up at your face momentarily to take in your flustered features. She gives your clit a few more kisses, each one drawing out a small sound from your mouth. Her kisses trail to your inner thighs, then to your stomach, where her tongue swipes across your skin upwards until she's face to face with you.
"Long time no see," she whispers, and you cup her jaw, pulling her into your mouth. Your tongues glide against each other lazily, and the lingering taste of yourself makes your skin heat up again. Fingers tangle in her hair once more as you moan into each other, both of you relentless in your attempts to win the battle. Oxygen, being a bit of a necessity, ends up breaking the kiss long before either of you wanted it to.
As you try to catch your breath, you notice she's still got her trousers on, and she takes the hint and discards them and her underwear before you say anything. Kika repositions herself back onto your lap, straddling one of your thighs, and the feeling of the heat radiating from her cunt onto your leg is almost sinful. Your hands rest on her hips, unmoving at first until you start to guide her against you. The instant relief of pressure against her soaking pussy has her head falling back, a strangled noise slipping past her lips, ringing in your ears.
"Fuck…" she moans before crashing her lips against you, sloppy and uncontrolled — which just about sums up your night together.
Every motion of her hips grinding against your thigh leaves a slick coating on your skin, and between that and her tongue rubbing against yours—you're not sure what you should focus on. The confidence that had carried her so easily through the night flickers in your mind; all of that is now so distant that it almost feels like you imagined it. She's frantically riding your thigh, all sense of control completely out the window. Each drag of her clit brings a new, needy whimper from her lips, and you swallow every single one like you're starving for them.
Even in her desperation, she's unbelievably sexy. You lean back, letting your hands roam over her body, and they find her bra. Tugging at the straps, they fall down her shoulders, and Kika slows down her movements ever so slightly to watch what you're doing. You slide the cups down her breasts, exposing the sensitive skin at last, and you don't hesitate to enjoy it as much as you can. Soft touches find her at first, rolling over each nub faintly, and you keep your eyes on her as she has hers locked onto your movements.
"Keep moving, baby." You encourage her with a delicate pinch of her nipples, and she falls forward as her hips rock harder against you. Her smooth motions from before are now staggered and less fluid as her orgasm nears, and your chest flutters at the thought of seeing her come undone because of you. Wanting to assist her a little, you cup her ass tenderly whilst flexing your thigh to heighten the friction against her hard clit. It seems to help, as her moans grow louder and less controlled. Half of you wants to hear them in their entirety, but the other, more logical half tells you to kiss her again to stop her from waking the entire neighbourhood up.
The wet squelch of her pussy on your thigh, accompanied by her moans against your mouth, almost has you seeing stars, and if Kika hadn't worn you out the way she did, you'd probably be able to orgasm again just from this. You bite her bottom lip, tugging at it softly before releasing it to look down at the mess she's making on you. She notices your attention shift, and she whimpers faintly, feeling her cheeks warm up at the sheer filth of it all.
Her hips jerk erratically, thighs quivering uncontrollably as her head snaps up towards yours. Hands steady themselves at your shoulder, and you smirk as you watch her splintering orgasm tear through her body. Nothing intelligible leaves her mouth, just broken pleas and cries as her head falls into the crook of your neck, whilst her movements refuse to relent. The slick of her pussy has completely covered your thigh to the point where you feel her cum drip down onto the sheets.
You're stroking her ass softly, soothing her as her movements begin to slow down, the adrenaline of the night starting to dissipate slowly. You kiss her cheek a few times, and she moans softly as she lifts her head from you, her half-lidded, glazed-over eyes finding yours once again.
"Did you cum?" You joke, unable to bite back the stupid smile on your lips, and she huffs out a laugh before pressing her lips to yours. You're tilting your head to kiss her deeper, and a content hum vibrates against your mouth, making you smile into the kiss. After a while, you both part, now having the chance to properly look at each other, and you feel your stomach do backflips.
Maybe it's because you just had some of the best sex of your life with a complete stranger. Or it's something deeper… Or the alcohol. It's very likely the alcohol. With a low groan and a shift of her hips, she looks down at your thigh as she lifts herself away from you, taking in the aftermath of her orgasm. While she's distracted, you take the chance to trail your eyes over her body for very likely the last time before you inevitably pass out. That feeling that you just can't place lingers in your chest longer than you want it to. Whatever it is, you know you want it far away from you.
"That was amazing," she breathes out, her accent stronger as the exhaustion starts to hit her. She rolls off of you and onto her back beside you, and you hum in reply, staring at your ceiling. She moves closer to you, and before you realise, she kisses your cheek softly before pulling away and flopping onto her back again with a contented sigh.
It was amazing, but all you could think about was how it was over just as quickly as it began.
The two of you chatted quietly after, nothing really of any substance, since you were both utterly spent, but it was still nice despite that. You told her to stay the night instead of getting a hotel at whatever hour it was, and she hesitantly agreed after a bit of convincing in the form of kisses.
The morning came by too soon, and you woke up with a sigh, knowing that you were expected at work today. You lie there, weighing up your options. Calling in sick was a possibility, but you're not sure your boss would appreciate the reason for your absence being that you're still physically and mentally trying to recover from your one-night stand with a famous footballer that you barely know anything about. You're so caught up in your thoughts that you don't even notice that you have the bed to yourself and there's no sign of Kika other than the faint smell of her perfume still printed in the sheets. Of course, this is normal. Yet, you're still a bit disappointed. You thought there was a deeper connection — at least you saw it that way. Perhaps she didn't. That was completely fine.
You stretch, feeling your sore muscles tighten before letting yourself relax again. As you go to stand up, you notice something on your nightstand. One of your business cards must've found its way here, even though you keep them far away from your bedroom. You're already walking to put it back in the pile with the others when something catches your eye on the back.
Beautiful handwriting that you certainly couldn't replicate.
Told you it was an early flight. Don't you dare forget me. P.S. Pretty name.
— Kika.
A string of numbers below brings a slow smile to your lips. You're filled with relief as well as something else, but it's nothing you want to delve into right now. There will be time for that later.
You were waiting for your train to take you home. It was finally the weekend, and your schedule was blissfully empty for the first time in ages, and you couldn't wait to actually have time off for once. This platform had seen you for years on end, every single day to and from work, and it was no different this evening. Yet, your mind flickers back to the night you weren't going home alone. Her laugh still echoes freshly in your memories, and the unforgettable curve of her lips as she looked at you still makes your chest ache to this day. It had been weeks since that night, but it didn't feel like it at all.
It felt impossible for you to just move on. God, you tried to. Nothing and nobody helped. It always led back to her, even when you did everything in your power to stop it from happening.
As your train arrived, you were already typing. Perhaps it was a terrible idea — when did these things ever work out?
Whatever. You couldn't bring yourself to care.
You: How could I ever forget you?
You hit send.
I feel cheeky doing this but I would looove you to write for Lucy bronze at some stage possibly? Love your writing sm!
i have a couple i'm working on rn but i'll definitely add it to the list! anything you want in particular? and thank you so much :3
Control
Alexia Putellas x Reader
ꫂ❁ Summary: Alexia doesn't lose control. Not on the pitch, and certainly not with you. Until you give her no choice but to. ꫂ❁ Tags: smut (18+), strap sex, strap sucking, face fucking, finger sucking, rough sex, a bit of fingering, some dirty talk, jealousy, r is a brat and kika loooves drama ⇢ word count 11.1k a/n: this idea came to me in the middle of the night a few days ago and i just had to do it. let me know what you think!
Life with Alexia was more than you’d ever hoped for, possibly even more than you deserved. She took care of you in all the quiet, steady ways you’d always wanted someone to. It was hard to imagine her ever doing anything wrong. Everything she said and did came so easily to her, like she’d already thought it through weeks before it happened.
On the pitch, she was the same. She never lost her head out there. She never lost it with you either.
And that was the problem.
You were obviously happy with her; you'd be stupid to say otherwise. Yet, deep down, you knew something was missing. It took you a long time to understand fully, but once you did, you never stopped thinking about it.
It had been a particularly tough game, especially for Alexia; that much you knew. She'd been subbed off after a not-so-favourable performance — in her eyes — and though it was a rare occurrence, you knew just how angry she was about it, even before you saw her that night.
She didn't talk at all on the drive back, instead staying slumped in her seat as the radio played at a low volume, her eyes glued to the window as you drove. You knew better than to ask about it then, so you didn't.
"Are you hungry?" You ask softly, as the older woman lies on the couch with her hood over her head, strings pulled so tight that you could barely see her face.
"Estoy bien."
You nod to yourself, not really sure how to navigate this situation.
As you go to sit next to her, you feel her stiff body loosen just with your presence, and you decide to test the waters a bit.
"I thought you played well."
"Cariño." Her voice is firm, not necessarily angry, but you can tell it's a warning. It's rare for her to talk to you like this.
"You did, I'm not lying."
"You were not watching the same game, then." She sits up, loosening the strings of her hoodie to take a swig of water from her bottle. When she stands, she tugs the hoodie off completely, tossing it onto the couch beside you. The sudden movement makes you flinch a little, but you hide it well. Or you think you do, you honestly can't tell since she barely takes any notice of you.
Her jaw is set tight as she looks forward, eyes fixed on the coffee table. You can almost hear her thoughts whirring, undoubtedly going over her mistakes in the game, the things she could've done better. She's obviously angry, and you should be doing more than simply sitting there, but you can't bring yourself to look away from her right now. There's a heat radiating off of her, and you just wish she would—
"I should've done better," she mutters to herself. "I had sixty minutes to fucking do better."
Her fingers drag through her hair roughly, her forearms flexing, veins shifting ever so slightly under her skin. Your eyes naturally drift upwards to her now exposed biceps, and they linger there for a bit before her deep sigh startles you.
"Ale," you start softly, "you're being a bit harsh on yourself, no?"
At that, she glares at you sharply, and it hits you harder than you anticipated. For a moment, you wait, hoping she'll say something, maybe argue—just anything. But she doesn't.
She exhales, her shoulders slumping as the tension in her body seemingly disappears as quickly as it arrived.
"I'm going to go shower, mi vida," she says quietly and way too calmly for your liking. She leans over and presses a soft kiss to your temple, then straightens and walks away towards the bathroom.
You sit there, blinking at the empty space she left behind, wondering how she can be so calm even when you know she feels everything but that. How, just a few seconds ago, she looked at you in the way you've always wanted her to. It was there for such a brief moment, and you would've missed it had you not been so desperate for it. How silly you were to think that maybe, for once, she would finally stop holding back. That perhaps she would stop treating you like you're fragile and that you'd shatter if she touched you or talked to you differently than she always has. You know she loves you—more than anything—and of course you don't take it for granted. Sometimes you just wish that she would, just for once, lose control with you.
Over time, you realised the only way you could get your point across was by making her mad yourself. Instead of waiting for her to have a bad game or day at training, you needed to be the one riling her up in the first place.
So you did, on any occasion you could.
Your next attempt came by naturally, at night, whilst Alexia was up late, staring at her laptop screen instead of being in bed with you.
It wasn't uncommon for her to do this on her off days, reviewing clips from her matches or training sessions — going over all that she needed to improve on. Usually, she would've done it earlier in the day whilst you were working, but instead she thought now was a suitable time for it.
"Babe, you said you were going to be done like an hour ago?"
Her eyes stay glued to that damn screen, a faint frown on her brow as she rewinds the video once more as if your interruption ruined her fifth rewatch of the same clip.
You sigh, frustrated and tired, as you flop onto the couch next to her. You bump into her slightly, which earns you a tut from her lips.
"Un momento," she says absently as she clicks on another clip, from a game this time, and you squint as you look at her screen, the brightness so high it could probably burn your retinas off.
She'd been like this all night; as soon as she ate, she was on her laptop watching the same videos over and over. You wanted her attention, her eyes on you, her hands… You glance down. Her finger moves across her trackpad as she selects another video — a free kick she took in the game that didn't go in. She keeps rewinding it at the point where her boot touches the ball, and you roll your eyes. You sit up a little and lean into her as she lets the video play fully, and you watch it too, trying to figure out what it is you're supposed to be looking for.
"The game's over, by the way." You tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "I don't think watching it over will change the fact that you didn't score."
That makes her pause — just a little. Her finger hovers just as she was about to rewatch the clip once more, and you feel a warmth pool in your stomach, knowing you definitely struck a nerve.
"It helps me." Her voice is low and steady. "I need to do it, amor."
You scoff as you lean back, crossing your arms over your chest. "I think it's stupid, honestly."
She exhales through her nose, "It is not stupid."
"Yes, it is."
Her head turns ever so slightly, her eyes catching yours for a beat before she returns to her screen. She doesn't say anything, and it infuriates you.
"Typical," you mumble under your breath, but she catches it, of course she does.
"¿Qué dijiste?" (What did you say?)
The sharpness in her tone makes your eyes widen a little, and you straighten up at the sound of it.
You clear your throat, feeling a little bolder suddenly. "I said, typical."
She looks at you once more and tilts her head. "Vale." Then smiles softly before clicking on another video. "Typi-cal…" She tests the word out on her tongue as she presses play.
You want to scream, tell her to notice you, make her notice… But you don't. Instead, you get up and go to bed, knowing your girlfriend won't be finished anytime soon.
As you were doing the last parts of the laundry, you walked into your bedroom to see Alexia sitting on the edge of the bed, hair still wet from the shower, while she's rolling one of her shoulders with a slight wince on her face.
You lean against the doorframe as you watch her for a moment. "The same one still?"
She glances over at you, the corner of her mouth tugging up a little. "Yeah," she winces again as she moves it barely an inch. "Nothing helps."
You walk into the room, putting away all the folded clothes before turning to her. "I could help, if you like?"
A brief flash of hesitation washes over her, but she nods. "Thank you."
She lifts her shirt off and lies on the bed, groaning quietly at the strain on her shoulder in this position, and you reach for the bottle of oil on your nightstand.
When your hands first touch her, she exhales a long, slow breath that tapers off into a low groan, and you feel your body react almost instantly to it. Your fingers falter a little, barely noticeable to anyone but you. After quickly collecting yourself, you press deeper into her shoulder, earning you another noise that forces you to release a breath that you weren't aware that you were holding.
"You should've told me that it was still hurting, baby." You whisper as your thumbs dig into her shoulder blades.
She turns her head slightly on the pillow so you can see her. "But, you worry too much."
You give her back a light slap in response, which makes her laugh, and it rolls through you, settling somewhere deep in your stomach.
As your hands work her shoulders, your eyes naturally trail down her back, taking in the different designs on her smooth skin, and you smile to yourself. You don't notice the woman beneath you has noticed your new distraction until she clears her throat loudly.
"Sorry," you mumble as you move your hands back up to her bad shoulder, "got distracted."
Her quiet laugh fills the room. "Does my body distract you this much, cariño?"
Usually, you'd back down, let her win because a part of you liked that — but you don't this time.
"It does."
She looks over her shoulder then, and the way her gaze meets yours makes your breath hitch before you can control it. There's a tension hanging between you both; you know she feels it as her eyes flicker down to your lips, staying there as she subconsciously licks her own.
Yet, when you think things are about to escalate, she blinks, and her expression softens before she turns back and rests her head against the pillow.
"Sigue, lo estás haciendo bien." (Keep going, you’re doing well.)
The warmth in her tone should calm you down, but it does the opposite. With a huff, you continue to work into her shoulder, perhaps pressing harder than you should — not that she would notice. Yet another time, when you wished she would take that next step and she ended up backing away completely.
You're sitting at the counter, scrolling through your phone, when she brings it up.
"It's just a small thing," she says as she takes out a pan from a cupboard, "and it's my turn to host this time."
You hum as you try to act casual — you already knew about this dinner happening tonight, given the fact that she literally told you last week. It was good timing, because you thought you could use tonight to your advantage. Alexia had been impossible lately, despite all of your attempts; she was always as oblivious as ever. Honestly, you were starting to run out of ideas, so this was perfect.
The shirt you were wearing was one of Alexia's, in fact, a little oversized for you, and you'd unbuttoned a few too many buttons, the soft fabric able to slip further over your shoulders with the subtlest of movements. Your shorts barely show, the shirt covering most of them unless you stretch or lean a certain way.
It was definitely not appropriate for the occasion, and had this been any other time, you would have behaved, but in your eyes, you really had no choice. You want Alexia to get mad and tell you off for being careless. To have her stop being so gentle and actually do something about it.
Alexia turns around, wondering why you haven't gotten up yet. Then her eyes flicker over you, up and down, then once again as if she's missed something.
She blinks a couple of times before speaking, "Go get ready then."
"I am ready." You turn your attention back to your phone, fighting the smile creeping to your lips.
She pauses, setting some wine glasses down on the table. "¿Perdón?" You feel her eyes across your skin again, lingering on your exposed shoulder for a moment too long. "You're not wearing that."
You look up, and you swear you can see her gulp slightly. "Why not?"
She blinks, caught off guard by the fact that you're actually questioning her right now. Then, she shakes her head like she’s trying to steady herself. "Porque lo digo yo, bebé," (Because I said so, baby) she says finally, calmly.
Swivelling off your seat, you get up and wander over to her. She's already focused on cooking and, knowing her, probably has forgotten about your conversation already.
You press your body into her side, wrapping your arms around her waist, a soft sigh slipping past your lips as you lean your head against her shoulder. She doesn’t move away, but she doesn’t react either; she just keeps stirring, her eyes never leaving the pan.
Your frustration builds up as she refuses to acknowledge you. "I thought you liked this shirt," you bring up again, wanting the attention back on you.
She sighs exasperatedly, moving away from your touch to grab other utensils. "I do."
Then she turns back to you, taking you in once more, and her eyes stay on your neck, your shoulder, down to your legs and back to your eyes once more. Her jaw tightens; she looks like she's holding herself back, like she wants to say something. You're aching for her to.
Both of you stay there like this, her eyes locked onto yours as you're tilting your head at her, waiting and hoping that she'll snap.
But nothing happens.
A small breath escapes her, and she gives you a soft smile, then goes back to what she was doing, leaving you staring at her in shock. You thought she was going to lose it; you could've sworn she was close to doing so, but she dropped it. Again.
You let out a short, bitter laugh as you walk off into the living room, shaking your head. There's clearly no point in trying anymore.
You're unaware, but as you leave, she looks over her shoulder for a moment, taking you in, then goes back to stirring the contents in the pan.
The apartment smells amazing. Roasted vegetables and garlic wafting in the air as you're perched on the arm of the couch, adjusting your shirt slightly so it reveals even more skin. You're doing your best to act casual, but every muscle in your body feels like it's on fire for the woman who is currently trying to do three hundred things in the kitchen at once. Obviously, you tried to offer your help earlier, which Alexia proudly declined, something she loves doing to you lately, clearly.
A ring at the door has your attention, and finally, you can put yourself to use — socialising.
Irene is first to arrive, and you welcome her warmly, and Alexia gives her a small wave from the kitchen as she walks by. Not long after, Cata and Claudia are the next to arrive, and the place starts to liven up, and you slowly feel yourself forgetting the frustrations of the past few weeks as the minutes go by.
Finally, Kika and Esmee arrive. You know not because they rang the doorbell but because you can hear them down the hall, and you perk up at the thought of seeing them again after a while. Out of all of Alexia's teammates, you're closest with them — Cata and Claudia come in a close second. You're not sure how it happened, but as soon as you were introduced to Esmee and Kika, you clicked with them instantly. Being around Kika definitely makes you more chatty; her personality is so infectious, and you know you're definitely way more annoying when in her presence — much to everyone else's dismay. Esmee was basically her polar opposite, and that's how your friendship worked so well. Whenever you both needed to be taken down a few notches, Esmee could just about manage — most of the time anyway.
As you open the door, Kika practically throws herself at you, enveloping you in a tight hug, and you laugh, trying to keep your balance.
"Girl, you look so hot, what the hell?" She whispers into your ear, a little too loud, as it manages to catch Alexia's attention. You notice instantly the way her hand pauses mid-stir, her smile faltering just a bit. Her gaze fixed on Kika's hand lingering on your exposed shoulder as she looks over your shoulder to wave at the others. Your hand swats hers away playfully, but you appreciate that someone thinks you look good enough to compliment tonight. Esmee gives you a quick hug before going to sit with everyone else, and you stand there for a bit as Alexia watches you, her eyes burning into the side of your face. After a few seconds, you catch her gaze with yours, and she offers you a tight smile before turning away. Finally, it feels like things are beginning to turn in your favour.
As everyone begins to congregate at the table, you begin to walk over to where Kika is already sitting, but a hand on your waist stops you before you can get there.
"No," a low whisper in your ear, "a mi lado." (next to me) It isn't a question, and you know you should listen; something in her tone tells you not to question her. So you don't.
Alexia goes around, plating up for everybody, and you barely take notice as you're chatting away with Kika opposite you, with Cata chiming in here and there. Even when your plate is put down in front of you, you don't acknowledge it.
When Alexia finally takes her seat beside you, there's an air around her that makes you shift ever so slightly. The scent of her perfume cuts through the air and momentarily has you distracted from your current plan.
Across from you, Kika is still mid-story, something from international duty, and you watch her as you eat, trying not to spit out your food as you're laughing. It doesn't escape the woman beside you that you're laughing louder at what Kika's saying compared to everyone else.
"I literally texted you as soon as it happened, didn't I?" She looks to you, and you nod with a smile as you put your hand on the table near your wine glass. The quick shift to English as she asks you the question catches a few people off guard besides you and Esmee, but everyone continues to listen regardless. Kika's hand lands on top of yours as she laughs. It's casual and obviously means nothing.
Not to Alexia, though.
It's the way you and Kika are in your own bubble, as if everyone else doesn't matter — as if she doesn't. Her jaw stiffens as she finishes the rest of her wine, placing it down on the table a little harder than anticipated, and you look over at her. Your eyes flicker down to her hand, still gripping the empty glass, and you feel a small urge to say something to her. You don't.
Kika's hand tapping yours lightly tears your gaze away as you continue listening to what she has to say. Meanwhile, your girlfriend sits beside you quietly, trying to figure out how she's going to get through tonight without exploding.
After everyone finished eating, they made their way to the couches, preparing to play whichever board game they could all agree on — from the shouting you could hear, it was not going to be an easy decision.
You find yourself walking into the kitchen, where Alexia is wiping down the counter, seemingly in the same spot over and over again.
"I think it's clean enough now," you tease as you lean against the counter, facing her.
She definitely hears you, her glance giving her away, but she doesn't reply.
You tilt your head slightly. "You okay?" Your voice drops a level, not wanting the others to overhear—not that they could with the way Cata and Kika are yelling right now.
As you open the fridge to get a bottle of water, you hear her footsteps behind you, which makes you freeze a little.
"¿Qué te crees que estás haciendo?" (What do you think you're doing?)
As you turn to her, you blink a few times as you feign confusion.
"Getting water? I'm thirsty." You walk past her, letting your shoulder graze hers on purpose.
Your heart rate is skyrocketing; you know you're pushing your luck, but this is the most Alexia has acknowledged your antics for the last few weeks. Why on earth would you stop now that it's starting to get good?
"No juegues conmigo." (Don't play with me.) Her voice cuts through you, and you turn away from her so you can let out a breath you've been keeping in for far too long.
"I'm not allowed to drink water now?" You smile over your shoulder, and her eyes narrow at you. Unimpressed.
She exhales deeply, stepping closer to you, and the space between you shrinks into nothing, her body pressing against yours firmly. Her hand grips your hip, stopping you from moving away, not that you're even thinking about doing that right now.
"¿Me tomas por tonta?" (Do you take me for a fool?) She murmurs low, and your pulse spikes, and you feel your face warming instantly.
She continues, her eyes locked on yours, "¿Y en la cena? ¿Qué fue todo eso?" (And at dinner? What was all that?)
Feigning innocence once more, you shake your head as a small smirk creeps onto your lips. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Her jaw clenches, and you don't miss the way the vein in her neck stands out sharply against her skin. Your body thrums as her grip doesn't let up, her nails digging into your skin, and you find yourself biting your lip softly as you look at your very angry girlfriend.
"Behave."
You let out a short laugh, more amused than anything, and you shake your head again as you move out of her grasp. Your eyes find hers once more before you leave to join everyone else. Alexia leans forward, hands braced on the counter as she watches you disappear into the living room. She's starting to understand what you're doing, but she knows you'll listen and act normally for the rest of the evening. You always listen to her.
Yet, she doesn't seem to know you at all, because you're only getting started.
By the time Alexia makes it into the living room, she misses the start of the round of UNO, so she's made to just observe this time. Cata and Claudia are sitting together, shielding their cards from each other defensively, whilst Irene and Esmee are sitting pretty relaxed beside each other, sipping their drinks here and there.
The sight of you makes Alexia stop in her tracks, though. You're on Kika's lap, leaning into her as you point at her cards, shaking your head at every suggestion she makes. Both of you are trying to be casual, but of course, Alexia sees through it all. You want her to see it.
She sits down, takes a swig of her wine, swirling the rest of it as her eyes burn into the side of your head.
"¿Puedes dejar de elegir el azul? Nadie tiene azul." (Can you stop picking blue? Nobody has blue.) Claudia frowns as she picks up another card after Cata has changed the colour for the fiftieth time.
"Deberías elegir mejores cartas entonces." (You should choose better cards then.) Cata sticks out her tongue, and Claudia slaps her forehead with the back of one of her cards.
Irene wordlessly places a blue 6, and Esmee groans as she's also made to pick up another card.
You move off Kika's lap to grab your glass off the table, and you meet Alexia's eyes for a few seconds before sitting next to Kika, leaning against her side to tell her which card to play next.
"Anything but blue because Cata's are literally all blue," you whisper in her ear, and she laughs with a nod. Kika plays a green 2 on top of the blue 2 Esmee picked up and put down moments before. You notice Cata's smile drop as she looks back at her own cards. Too easy.
Alexia feels her eye twitching at the sight of you across the coffee table, and she decides to direct the attention onto you, seeing as it's what you want, apparently.
"Why aren't you playing, nena?" Her tone is casual, definitely not out of the ordinary to everyone else, but to you, it's all but comforting.
As you're about to reply, Kika places her hand on your thigh and answers on your behalf, "Ella es la árbitra, Alexia." (She's the referee, Alexia.)
Alexia scoffs at that, her eyes rolling just slightly. "Apenas una árbitro si solo te está ayudando a hacer trampa." (Hardly a referee if she's just helping you cheat.)
"No es hacer trampa." (It's not cheating.) Kika smirks at Alexia across the room, "Ella está siendo realmente útil, en realidad." (She's being really helpful, actually.) She then places a green reverse card on the pile, grinning mischievously.
Alexia shakes her head with a bitter laugh, her gaze flicking down briefly to Kika's hand still resting on your leg, and the others start looking at each other, not knowing whether to say anything or continue playing.
After Esmee takes her turn quickly, not wanting to say anything, Irene clears her throat as she puts a card down onto the pile, "Uh… recoge cuatro…" (Uh… pick up four…)
"¿Otra vez?" Claudia groans in annoyance, slapping her hand down onto the pile of spare cards with a glare in the direction of a very pleased-looking Irene. Cata gives Claudia a sympathetic pat on the shoulder as she sulks, looking at the… fourteen cards in the winger's hands.
Just as everyone thinks it's safe to breathe again, Alexia speaks once more.
"¿Y tú, vas a seguir mirando las cartas de Kika?" (And you, are you going to keep looking at Kika's cards?)
You go to open your mouth again, but Kika steps in again, a sly grin on her lips as she speaks. "Todo forma parte de nuestra estrategia, Alexia." (It's all part of our strategy, Alexia.)
Alexia arches her brow and nods, "¿Ah, sí? Interesante. (Oh, really? Interesting.) She's doing her best to appear calm, but only you notice the way her knuckles are turning white from gripping onto the arm of her armchair so hard. You pluck up the courage to look her in the eyes and already see she's been waiting for you to. The heat of her gaze prickles your skin as you feel your breathing start to become uneven.
As you both stare each other down, Kika's hand on your arm brings your attention back to her, using her cards to hide her mouth, asking you if she should unleash her two +4 cards onto Esmee. Instead of answering right away, you look over at Alexia and make sure she's watching you first, then you nod in reply to Kika's question.
It's been so long since you've seen your girlfriend look at you this way, and in all honesty, you're not sure if it's ever been truly in this way. You've seen her angry on the pitch and, obviously, after some bad games. This, however, was fully because of you — no external reasons, just your behaviour. It's what you wanted, but it's completely untouched territory. You don't really know what your next move should be. Perhaps you've done enough; maybe you should rein it in for the night and deal with Alexia after. Or…
"UNOOO!" Kika shouts gleefully, and the others mumble and groan between themselves.
"How come you only helped, Kika?" Esmee frowns at you as she tries to peek at the last remaining card in the Portuguese woman's hand.
"Because I'm her favourite," Kika sticks her tongue out at Esmee, and the latter rolls her eyes.
You expect a comment, a noise or anything from Alexia, but nothing comes. All she does is sit there, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as her eyes bore into you, like nobody else is in the room right now.
Once it's Kika's turn again, all eyes are on her, awaiting the inevitable.
She sighs deeply, getting up to go pick up another card, and everyone playing, besides Claudia, who is far from winning, breathes a small sigh of relief. Then, Kika slaps her last card onto the pile, and she wins the game.
"You're so annoying," Esmee mumbles, dropping her cards down on the table.
"You're a sore loser," Kika shoots back with a cheeky smile as she sits back down next to you, leaning her head on your shoulder. You don't push her off; instead, you lean into the contact as your body relaxes ever so slightly.
Cata stands up and stretches her arms with a groan. "La única perdedora adolorida aquí es..." (The only sore loser here is...) She turns to Claudia, who is sulking as she sinks deeper into the couch.
"Es culpa tuya que tuviera tantas cartas." (It's your fault that I had so many cards.) She scowls as she sits up a bit.
Everyone watches their bickering fondly, whilst Irene shakes her head with an amused smile as she starts collecting the cards up. The only person not smiling or talking currently is the woman across from you. You're not sure if she's looked away from you in the past thirty minutes, even though you were doing your best to avoid her eyes most of the time; you always felt them on you.
Kika notices your silence and follows your gaze, her eyes landing on Alexia before a knowing smirk spreads across her face.
Her hand slides to your face, her fingertips grazing your jaw as she tilts your head slightly toward her. "I think my work here is done." Her voice is quiet, and her eyes dart to Alexia as she says it.
You bump your shoulder against hers, trying to bite back a smile. "Do you not think it was a bit much?" You say with uncertainty, and Kika moves back a little to look at you properly.
"Oh, absolutely." She looks over at Alexia once more, then looks back at you. "You're so dead, girl."
At that, you feel your stomach drop slightly, the gravity of the situation properly hitting you for the first time tonight.
Kika goes over to Esmee to gloat some more, leaving you alone on the couch. As you sit up, you decide to look at Alexia again.
No words need to be said. The message is loud and clear: she's had enough.
Cata and Claudia are the last to leave. You walk them to the door, your laughter filling the now quiet apartment. Cata pulls you into a tight hug, and you groan as she nearly squeezes your organs out through your ears. As you push her off you with an eye roll, you kiss Claudia on the temple, and you promise to meet up with them again on one of their off days in the future.
Earlier, when everyone started to get ready to leave, Kika had pulled you to the side and asked you if she should stick around for more 'moral support', but you instantly declined — you know you've absolutely crossed the line tonight. One more interaction with Kika probably would've ensured you wouldn't have lived to tell the tale.
Speaking of.
The click of the door beneath your fingers makes your anxiety worse, knowing that you're truly on your own from here on out. You're not sure how to go about this — whether to act normally or bring up the night's antics. The thought of doing so makes you feel a bit nauseous, so you decide to go and collect your neglected water bottle from hours ago on the counter instead. Alexia emerges from the hallway, and you don't acknowledge her presence as you sit on one of the stools. You notice a text notification, and you start typing your reply.
"Get up."
The way she's talking to you chills you, your body stiffening as soon as you hear it. You don't move, though. Opting to glance at her momentarily, then back to your phone.
"You're ignoring me now?" She scoffs as she walks towards the counter, and before you know it, your phone is ripped out of your hands and slammed harshly down onto the surface without a care. The action makes you jump, but you cover it up with a small snicker.
"Can you give that back?" You mumble, "I wasn't finished." You go to grab the phone, but she's too quick for you, her hand slamming on top of it.
For a moment, you stay there looking at each other, and you don't know what to say. You weren't used to any of this. This was what you wanted for so long, for her to be looking at you in this way. She's livid. You swallow hard, refusing to be the first to break eye contact; you want to show her that you're not intimidated. Though your body's reactions definitely tell a different story.
"All night," she begins slowly, "you have been testing me."
You feel yourself ache at her voice, and you shift in your seat, crossing your legs tighter together in a desperate attempt to find some relief.
"I literally didn't do anything," you say, brushing her off like she isn't setting your entire body alight just by looking at you.
Her jaw tightens, teeth gritting together as she walks over to you, and you instinctively cower under her as she looks down at you. "Firstly, I told you not to wear this. You do it anyway." She grabs the collar of the shirt you're wearing and gives it a rough, dismissive tug, the fabric slipping back down your skin. "Then, at dinner, you barely look at me. Only at Kika. ¿Por qué?"
You lean back, trying to create more of a distance between you so you can breathe, but she's having none of it.
"Contéstame." (Answer.)
Your eyes drift to her hand gripping the edge of the counter, then back to her face before replying. "I'm always like this with Kika. I don't know why you're being so weird for."
"Weird?" Her tone drips with mockery; it sends a shock through your veins, and you use all your strength not to react. "What is weird is how you think whoring yourself around all night is normal behaviour."
Oh.
Your cheeks burn up in an instant, and your heartbeat slams against your chest. You search in her eyes for regret or anything to suggest she didn't mean that. There's nothing.
"¿Qué es?" Her face lowers to your level, and your breath hitches ever so slightly. "You don't agree?"
You say nothing.
"You let her put her hands on you, mi niña." She says softly, a stark contrast to how she was just talking to you. The sudden change makes your head spin a bit. "Right in front of me. All night. Did you like that?"
"I—No."
"Hm? Explícame entonces." (Explain it to me then.)
You shake your head as you go to stand up, "I'm not having this conversation right n—"
"You will stay where you are." She cuts you off calmly, but with that tinge of coldness that's making you throb painfully. "When I ask you something, you answer. ¿Sí?"
Before you realise, you're nodding as you look up at her.
"I just wanted—" Your gaze falls to your lap, ashamed of having to admit why you went to such lengths tonight and on all the occasions before. "It's just that…you're so kind."
Alexia laughs at you, and it's so unexpected that it makes your heart sink a bit.
"You threw yourself at my teammate because you think I'm kind? Dios mío, lo he escuchado todo." (My God, I've heard it all.)
"No!" You start, and you feel your face getting hotter by the second. None of this is working. "The problem is, you always treat me like I'm too delicate for anything else."
She doesn't say anything, so you take that as a sign to continue.
"I love the way you love me, more than anything." Alexia's eyes soften for a brief second, but you catch it. "It's just that sometimes… I wish you wouldn't hold back so much in other ways."
The silence stretches for a while, with the faint buzzing of the fridge accompanied by the noise of your heartbeat in your ears, consuming you. All of it feels overwhelming as you wait for your girlfriend to say something.
Her brow furrows and her head tilts, as if she's letting the words settle in her mind before she responds.
"So tonight you play games with me? To make me angry? That's what you want?"
You sit up, your back straightening as you try to appear more in control of the situation.
"I wanted you to fucking look at me." You spit out, pushing yourself to your feet. She's still towering over you, but not as much.
There’s a flicker of disbelief in her eyes, and it only makes the smugness in your chest grow. You're going to see how far you can go before she fully snaps.
"Kika paid more attention to me tonight than you have in weeks." You tilt your head as you get close to her, your voice as challenging as the look in your eyes. "Maybe I enjoyed that, so what?"
The air between the two of you thickens, and you can almost see the remaining thread of restraint she was holding on to snap completely.
"Bedroom." She demands sharply, and for once, you don't have anything smart to say back.
Without realising, you take a small step back. Alexia stays there, unmoving, whilst her fury radiates off her body. You know you should be feeling at least a drop of remorse, but you can't bring yourself to. This side of Alexia is turning you on so much, and you don't want it to stop.
"Not asking again. Go."
The urge to defend yourself, to anger her even more, is so strong, but instead, you find yourself turning around and obeying her. She grabs your phone before her eyes return to you, burning into the back of your head as you walk down the hallway. Whilst you're trying to hide the biggest smile on your face.
"Get on the bed." Her voice is so stern it rocks you to your core, and you do as she says. Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her as she makes her way towards you after throwing your phone onto the nightstand.
Before anything escalates, you think about apologising. You probably took it too far, and you don't want this to get out of hand. "Alexia, I—"
"Cállate." Her hand grips your jaw firmly, locking you in place as you look up at her. You don't even want to blink; the thought of momentarily slipping out of her gaze makes you tremble.
"You're going to listen to everything I say," she says slowly. "I'm in control."
You nod obediently, still a bit restricted by her tight grip on your chin.
Her fingers loosen on you, and you let out an exhale without realising. She trails two of her fingers to your lips, prodding at them gently, and you open them without her having to ask you. Her long, slender fingers fill your mouth, your eyes rolling back a bit as they venture deeper toward your throat. She keeps her eyes locked onto yours, and you don't dare to look away.
"Así," she praises you softly as her fingers push deeper into your mouth, testing how far you can take her. Tears prick at your eyes as she fully has you at your limits, but you couldn't think of complaining in the slightest. Her gaze pins you in place, and the fading memory of the power you had over Alexia earlier is now fully replaced with your aching need for her to make you forget about your antics altogether.
A low chuckle makes your eyes flutter. "Mírate, baby." (Look at you, baby.) The fingers in your mouth press roughly down onto your tongue, opening your mouth wider as she smiles down at you. "You do know how to listen, after all."
She nods her head over to the pillows, and you take the hint and shuffle back on the bed. Her fingers slip out of your mouth, and your small whine at the loss of contact doesn't fall on deaf ears; the older woman smirks at the sound as she waits for you to lie down.
Her fingers loosening the buttons of your shirt are hurried and lacking care. Your stomach tightens at how she hasn't asked you if you're okay or for your permission, which she always made sure to never skip over. As she pulls the shirt off your body, your mind starts to race, wondering what she's planning to do to you. If any of this is an indication, you know she isn't going to take it easy on you. Wordlessly, she unclasps your bra, and you hear the faintest growl rise from her throat as she takes the sight of you in.
She lifts and removes her shirt, leaving her in her sports bra. You can't help but trail your eyes over her toned body and the way each muscle tightens with even the smallest of movements.
You're not so subtle as you think, and she notices your new distraction, "Mírame." (Look at me.)
The way her eyes darken as you finally look back at her makes you shiver. The heat of her gaze on you is so intoxicating that you barely notice her hands moving to take your shorts off until she yanks them down with a single, swift pull. Hooking her fingers into the waistband of your underwear, she tugs them down with zero regard. A small rip sound pulls you out of your daze, and you catch a glimpse of the ruined fabric before she bunches it up in her hands and throws it behind her.
"Ale…" The desperation in your voice almost makes her lose her focus, and you can see her gaze soften for a millisecond before it snaps right back.
Before you're able to comment on it, two fingers roughly enter your pussy, and a scream rips from your throat. Her free hand grips your thigh as she spreads your legs wider with every thrust; it almost hurts. Each muscle in your legs being tested to their limits whilst she shows you no mercy.
"This is what you wanted, ¿sí?" Her deep voice cuts through your mind's haze. The pace of her fingers not letting up as each movement dragging against the walls of your cunt starts to make you lightheaded. All you can muster are whines and whimpers, which only infuriate her more.
A low groan escapes her as she keeps her eyes on your tear-filled ones. "¿Así que ahora no puedes hablar? What happened, preciosa?" (So now you can't talk?)
You whine quietly, trying to catch your breath as her thrusts slow down.
It's impossible to form a single coherent thought, let alone say it out loud, and from the way she's looking at you, it's obvious to her that you're close to your limit.
Not that Alexia cares.
The loss of her fingers hits you like a brick wall, and you feel a lone tear roll down your face as the pent-up frustration and desperation of tonight lash through your body. You can feel the painful throb of your untouched clit as the cold air swirls over it, but you know better than to do anything about it. Alexia moves off the bed without even giving you a second look before opening a drawer, and you see her holding her harness. Everything is fine until the toy she grabs isn't your usual one. No, instead it's one you've never even seen before. It looks way too big, almost obscenely large. In that moment, it finally hits you just how pissed she is at you. You feel your mouth go dry as she steps into the harness, pulling it over her muscular thighs and adjusting it to her liking. The silicone looks huge even in her hands, which is enough to make you tremble by itself.
As she makes her way towards you, your legs instinctively open wider, which elicits a low chuckle from her.
"No, amor." She coos as she stands near the edge of the bed, "Get me ready first."
It takes you a few seconds to understand what she means, and you hurriedly get off the bed, falling to your knees in front of her, and finally, you can see the sheer size of what she wants to fuck you with.
A wave of fear strikes you, and you start shaking your head, your skin burning up as the seconds tick by.
"Ale, I can't—" A shaky exhale leaves you as she edges closer to you. "That's too—"
"You will take it, cariño." Her long fingers wrap around the tip of the dildo to begin with, gradually sliding down the length as she strokes it in front of you. No matter what you say, you know there's no getting out of this.
She gently prods the head at your lips, and you reluctantly part them as she pushes herself in slowly. As she goes deeper, you can feel your jaw trembling from the strain, and your eyes meet hers in a desperate plea for her to go slower. A smile tugs at her lips as she reaches down to your cheek, stroking the warm skin tenderly as her hips move forward, plunging herself deeper into your throat.
"¿Te gusta eso?" (Do you like that?) The way she's speaking to you makes you feel so small, so powerless. With every word of hers, you feel your arousal dripping down your thighs and pooling onto the floor beneath you.
A raw, muffled noise from you catches her attention, and her jaw tightens subtly, and even in your daze, you notice. She watches as your cheeks bulge with each of her thrusts, the way you struggle around her, but are still so eager to take it all.
"Eso es…" (That's it...) She says through gritted teeth, "Solo tómalo." (Just take it.)
Your nails dig into her thigh, desperately trying to ground yourself as she continues to ravage your mouth. A sharp hiss breaks from her throat as she fists her hand in your hair, forcing herself deeper in your mouth as her movements grow rougher and more fluid. Each inch presses down on your tongue, the width and weight of it impossible to ignore.
It's so overwhelming, even more so when you feel the tip teasing the back of your throat. Each thrust makes it harder for you to breathe, but you don't stop, even with the burning feeling crawling over your chest; you want to show Alexia how much you want her.
It's almost as if she notices, and her movements start to lessen, the grip in your hair loosening.
"Tranquila…" She murmurs, and you feel her move away from you, the strap shifting out of your mouth, and you feel painfully empty all of a sudden. A thin trail of spit connects you both before she fully pulls away, and you gasp as you try to catch your breath.
Alexia doesn't move, nor does she speak up just yet. Instead, her eyes stay on you, her head tilting as she takes all of you in — analysing the damage she has done to you. The curve of her smile is so taunting, and you swear you shrink under it without even meaning to.
Her thumbs swipe at the tears that roll down your face, not from pain but quite the opposite. You need her so badly. To take you in any way she wants, however hard she wants. All you want is to feel her.
"Do you regret it?" She asks calmly as she strokes your hair idly, and you start to get lost in the feeling before she clears her throat, reminding you that she is, in fact, still here.
You know she's expecting you to have learnt your lesson, to say sorry, and promise you won't act the way you have been again. Honestly, you're not really in the position to be pissing her off even more right now. As you swallow hard, you look down at her strap and the way it glistens with your saliva in the low light of your bedroom. When you look back at her, she's smiling more, knowing she has you right where she wants you.
"No."
Her smile drops in an instant, and the delicate hand stroking your head stops in its place.
"Súbete a la cama." (Get on the bed) She says gruffly, and it takes you a moment to understand what she said.
The pain in your knees tears through your body as you stand up, every single joint in your legs screaming at you in the process. You don't know how she wants you, so you play it safe and lie on your back, waiting for her next move.
"Aun después de todo eso, sigues sin aprender." (Even after all that, you still don't learn.)
You start to open your mouth, but the glare she shoots at you warns you to shut your mouth, so you do exactly that.
Alexia kneels onto the bed, not in a hurry and clearly wanting to make you suffer for as long as possible. She moves towards you, and you sink further back into the pillow beneath you, as if trying to create more of a distance between the two of you. Alexia is having none of it, though. She traces the line of your jaw before tightening her hold, commanding your attention.
"If you want to act like a slut," her voice is so soft despite her strong hold on your chin, "then you should be fucked like one."
The room felt as if it was spinning; all you could feel was the dull throbbing between your legs and how empty your pussy felt. How badly you needed her to completely wreck you.
"Get on your knees."
You obey, you don't even try to answer back. It's a struggle to keep yourself steady in this position; your muscles feel like they're on fire.
A hiss spills from her lips as she studies every inch of you, bent over and trembling as you wait for her to touch you. A very lovely reminder of who has control. Her hand strokes the curve of your ass warmly, trailing down to your drenched cunt, and she spreads you a bit more, wanting to see all of you. The silence in the room is so thick you can feel your heartbeat thumping in your ears, as each touch of hers feels as if it is singeing your skin.
"Mírate, mi amor…" A lone finger trails down your pussy, your arousal coating her finger with ease. "All of this just from having me in your mouth and touching you a little, hm?" She chuckles, the sound low and mocking. Your face heats up from embarrassment, and you let out a sound of protest, which isn't acknowledged much to your dismay.
A warm hand presses into the small of your back, making you arch until you're almost face down on the bed. The head of the dildo is at your entrance, and before you're able to brace yourself, she slams herself inside you, not bothering to let you adjust to the thickness at all. You tried your best not to scream; instead, a strained cry tore from your throat as your fingers dug desperately into the sheets beneath you. Nothing could've prepared you for the sheer force with which she was driving into your cunt. You had taken her like this before, but the size of the strap and just how hard she was fucking you was nearly pushing you past your limit.
The obscene sound of your cunt wrapping around her filled your ears, accompanied by the low grunts coming from the older woman's mouth as she pounded you without stopping. A sharp slap on your ass makes your hips unintentionally buck towards the harness, and somehow more of it slips inside you.
"You're taking all of it, mi niña." She sounds equally proud and turned on, both of which make your head spin, as you can barely focus on anything other than how full you feel.
You feel her lean over you, her breath hot against your ear as she speaks, and you can hear the smile on her lips, "Do you like having your pussy full like this?"
A fragmented noise between a moan and a cry leaves your lips as she continues to fuck you relentlessly. As she leans back, her fingers wrap around your hair, twisting it around her fist as she yanks back sharply. You're flush against her, and at this angle, you somehow feel your cunt stretch even wider as she sinks deeper inside you.
"Así, cariño," her free hand reaches around you, her fingers rolling over your hardening nipple, and you start to feel lightheaded at every sensation filling your senses. You wanted to hold out for longer, try to show her that you couldn't be ruined so easily, but it was impossible. Your body was betraying you before your mind got the chance to catch up.
Her teeth graze your shoulder lightly at first, and a shiver ripples through you as she deepens the bite. The feel of her tongue soothing the deep mark on your skin has your eyes rolling back, your stomach coiling tightly at the sensation. She kisses your shoulder a couple of times before harshly pushing you forward, and your arms completely give out as you collapse into the sheets. She slows her pace, letting you recover just a little before pulling out of you completely. One of her hands crashes down against your ass once more, and you yelp, your voice raw and almost gone, which brings a smile to the older woman's lips.
"Boca arriba," (On your back,) her stern words are an order, and you know you have no way out of this, even if you're feeling this exhausted.
With shaky arms, you manage to push yourself off the bed and roll onto your back. Upon seeing her face, you feel a familiar rush of heat flooding through you and down to your core. Something about the way she keeps you in her sight makes all of this so much more overwhelming. Your gaze drops, and you see the strap gleaming in the low light — the evidence of what she's done to you.
During your daze, you feel her strong hands on your knees, spreading your legs wider until no part of you is hidden from gaze.
"Alexia…" You breathe out pathetically, and her eyes snap to yours, and the rest of your words catch in your throat, unable to escape.
She responds with a hum, the faintest curve tugging at her mouth.
"Please, I need—" A whine escapes your lips as her thumb roughly meets your swollen clit, pressing down firmly as she feels the skin throb beneath her.
"No me importa." (I don't care.) A sharp slap meets your clit, and it makes you cry out, the sting making your eyes prick with tears again as they threaten to fall. Her expression hardens as she watches you, the brief calm from moments ago now replaced with the same simmering anger she had been enveloped in all evening.
You don't get a chance to talk because she's already lining the silicone to your cunt before burying herself inside you again. Every inch hugged your walls as she slid further inside, and if it weren't for her grip on your thighs, you'd be trembling more.
Each thrust pulls another obscene sound from your throat, along with the sound of your pussy as it swallows every single inch of the woman above you.
"Debería follarte así más a menudo." (I should fuck you like this more often.)
The words feel like electricity hitting you, and your body replies for you as you snap your hips upward, defiantly trying to chase the thickness buried in your cunt.
"Did you enjoy acting like a whore all night?" She asks you as she groans deeply, the harness of the strap rubbing against her own clit furiously. In that moment, you're truly looking at her, and you can see just how turned on she is. Even if this was supposed to be a lesson to teach you to act right, it was obvious she was enjoying it just as much, if not more than you were.
At first, you laugh before it fractures off into a high-pitched moan as she lifts one of your legs over her shoulder, the new angle stretching you wider.
"What if I did?" You challenge her as you breathe out raggedly, and you feel her thrusts stutter for a beat before she moves closer to your face.
Her hand finds your jaw, holding you softly as she makes you look at her.
"¿Ah, sí? You're still going?"
You lean into her hand on your face, and her eyes soften unexpectedly, and her thumb strokes the skin there as her movements are slower but still reach you deep. All through this, your soft moans fill her ears, and she fights herself to try and stay angry. Yet, the sight of you—flushed and irrevocably hers—makes her stomach flip.
Her thumb glides over your bottom lip, a tender contrast to everything else. Without her needing to ask, you part your lips, and she slips it inside. It's as if your eagerness sets her off all over again, as her hips begin to move again, almost erratically.
"Dios, eres increíble." (God, you're amazing.)
An amused hum rumbles from your throat as your tongue swirls around the pad of her thumb, sucking it in a little deeper as you lock eyes. The way her lips are parted, as she tries to catch her breath, tells you all you need to know. She's trying her hardest to stay in control, but as each moment passes by, it continues to slip from her grasp ever so slightly.
"All of this," she begins hoarsely, "belongs to me, amor." Her thumb slips out from your mouth, and you pant quietly, catching your breath. A spark of defiance flashes across your eyes as you bite your lip before you speak.
"Are you sure?" You whisper, half as a taunt and half in a plea.
For a heartbeat, neither of you says anything. The air between you becomes charged, and Alexia surges forward. Her mouth crashes against yours, messy and urgent as her tongue expertly rubs against your own. You moan into her mouth, each sound spilling from your tongue uncontrollably and begging as each roll of her hips sends vibrations through your cunt as it desperately clenches around the thick girth of the silicone. Your fingers thread into her head as you pull her closer, attempting to meet her force equally, but each time you fall short. Lips wrap hungrily around your tongue, sucking possessively, making you subconsciously clench even more around the dildo slamming inside you. A strained moan leaves your mouth and slips into Alexia's before she pulls away suddenly to get a better look at you.
"Solo yo puedo follarte así." (Only I can fuck you like this.) Each word is punctuated by a snap of her hips against yours, and you can subtly feel a low heat building up gradually in your stomach.
"Say it."
A pleading sob leaves you as her thumb strokes your clit again, and you feel your eyes roll back slightly. "O-only you."
"Only I what?" It's humiliating. You feel so exposed and completely under her control, and you know this is all you've ever wanted.
"Only you can fuck me like this," you manage to repeat, and the smile on her lips sends a jolt through you.
"Muy buena."
Her mouth finds yours again, softer this time, without the urgency of before. She wants to savour all of you, her lips brushing against yours with a type of tender possessiveness you're not sure you've ever experienced before.
There's a slight change in angle as she moves inside you, and it has you crying out against her lips, your pussy clamping down hard on her strap in strong pulses. The sound of your cunt being ravaged, accompanied by the sinful noises erupting from your throat, has Alexia's body shuddering against you.
"Joder, mi amor." Her words dissolve into a low guttural moan as the harness grinds against her throbbing clit, the splintering heat of her orgasm wrecking her more than she anticipated. As your body convulses underneath her, you feel the wind ripped from your lungs at the sight above you; each raw and uncontrolled sound that falls off the older woman's tongue has you feeling dizzy. You've never seen her like this — so utterly consumed to the point where she has lost herself like this. Without wasting any time, you cup her cheek tenderly, and she leans into your hand, her eyes half-lidded and still so full of love.
A tired laugh falls from your mouth, and she smiles at you before leaning in and capturing your lips in hers, slower and unhurried. Your moans from before are now tapering off into content hums, mingling with her faint groans as her hips rock slowly into yours. When she finally pulls back, her forehead rests against yours. Her thumb strokes delicate circles on your jaw before leaning down to kiss the warm skin there.
"No sabes lo que me haces," (You don't know what you do to me,) she utters quietly, sounding completely drained, and you can definitely relate.
A breath of laughter escapes you, and you nuzzle her cheek gently as you say, "I think I have a pretty decent idea…"
Before she's able to reply, you move your hips upwards, and the small contact makes her gasp slightly before she lets out an amused groan. Her lips hover above yours before she whispers a small, "Eres imposible." (You're impossible.)
It's a short-lived kiss, but it's just about what you can handle in your current state. Eventually, Alexia pulls back, her eyes trailing downwards between your bodies. Her gaze lingers on the aftermath of it all for a few moments, wanting to appreciate the number she did on you. Then, at an agonising pace, her hips begin to move away from yours. She drags herself out of you in a way so that you can feel every last inch leave your tightness. A broken sound catches in your throat, something between a gasp and a moan, as you feel your cunt clench as if to keep her in you just a bit longer. The emptiness you feel is almost too much, and you watch as you're finally separated, not realising how hard you're breathing.
Another thing you don't realise is that Alexia's eyes are back on your face again. Her breathing falls into a steady rhythm, a sharp contrast to your own, but her expression tells another story altogether. The way her lips curl into that smug grin of hers, accompanied by that ever-present simmering heat that seems to be building the more you both keep quiet.
"You need to stop doing that," you sigh, lazily covering your eyes with your forearm to break the intense eye contact. She chuckles to herself, and you feel her get up off the bed, presumably to clean herself up first—leaving you until last because it's always her favourite. You go to turn onto your side with a loud groan as you feel your entire body aching so much, to the point where you're not sure you'll be able to physically get up without help.
Alexia watches you fondly whilst she wipes down the silicone, smiling to herself, amused as you continue to grumble your many complaints. She's about to say something cocky, but a flash of light on the nightstand steals her attention. It's your phone, with a new notification. Seemingly, you're still too out of it to notice, so she types in your password to see who on earth could be bothering you at this hour.
11:57 PM
Kika: I really didn't mind staying… I could've gone for another round of UNO if you know what I meannnn ^.^
You: Do you want me to die or something
Kika: Is she pissed then? Did our hard work pay off?? ;)
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1:24 AM
Kika: Your lack of reply tells me all I need to know
Kika: And you're welcome btw!!! I'm here all week
She stands there, staring at the screen in silence for a few long seconds. A muscle in her jaw ticks as she feels the calm wash away from her completely.
"Cariño…"
You turn onto your right side with a confused mumble, and then your eyes drop to her hands. Your heart almost flies out of your mouth.
The older woman drops your phone back onto the nightstand with a dull thud before turning away to walk over to the drawers, picking up her harness again.
"Babe, let me explain fir—"
She cuts you off flatly. "Get back on your knees."
MVP
Jana Fernandez x Reader
ꫂ❁ Summary: You didn't realise that watching your girlfriend win Player of the Match would make you feel the way it did. So when she comes home to visit, you show her just how proud you are. Part 2 to Apart - read that first. ꫂ❁ Tags: smut 18(+), fingering, praise kink(? i guess), long distance relationship, tinyyy bit of angst, jana can't handle when you compliment her, (she also likes being a bottom, but it's a secret... we all know tho) ⇢ word count 7.4k a/n: been missing my girl so much lately, so i had to write smth. when will i stop making r and jana fuck on the couch, i hear you ask? never. beds are a social construct.
It had been a month since you last saw each other. Both of you had been adjusting to this new way of life. After a rough couple of weeks since you last visited Jana in London, things did get better, and with ample communication, life felt normal-ish again. As normal as it could be anyway.
Despite different schedules, you always made sure to make time to watch Jana play. Luckily for you, your fixtures made it so you could watch each other's games without much clashing. Though there were a few annoying occasions when one of you had training, so it wasn't possible. However, today wasn't one of those days, and you were grateful for it.
The game was disgustingly early, something you had somewhat gotten used to after joining Barcelona with the odd 10 AM game here and there, but it was definitely easier not being the one having to play it this time. Jana was also not a fan of the early kick-off, the evidence being how she opted not to call you before she got ready this morning, like she usually does, and instead sent a picture of her face down in her pillow without a message attached.
You were excited to see her play again; it became one of the highlights of your week besides calling her. Obviously, you missed your girlfriend Jana, but you almost missed footballer Jana. It was something you had to get over slowly over time, not seeing her in training or during your games together. It was tough, but you had to do your best to get over it.
Coffee in hand, you sat on the couch as the pre-match buildup began. It was nothing spectacular, and you found your eyes drifting around your apartment. Your apartment now. You hadn't bothered to change anything in regard to the decor. Stupidly, you thought any adjustments would be a form of Jana erasure, and it made you feel weird, so you always opted against it. That being said, it also made you feel pretty shit to have her little touches here and there around the apartment and no sign of her. It didn't lessen the ache much; perhaps it even made it worse. But again, you couldn't bring yourself to do anything about it.
Sighing deeply to yourself, you focus your attention back onto the screen. The atmosphere over there was definitely a stark difference from here at Barça; you didn't need a degree to figure that out. It was nice that Jana would be one of the first few players to mark this new rebuild of the team. The results weren't exactly rolling in as you'd hoped for her, but it was still early, and you both knew that. As for Jana, she had some good moments when playing, but she would always vent her frustrations to you after the games, and it made your heart ache knowing that no matter what you said to try and cheer her up, it wouldn't make its way to her. She was always so harsh on herself, and it was especially difficult to prevent her from heavily criticising herself when you couldn't be together.
The game moved at a slower rhythm than what you were used to with Barça — less intensity, less edge — but it was still intriguing to watch unfold. And if the tempo lacked something, Jana more than made up for it.
She's utterly electric today.
Jana is truly in her element. She wins almost every duel and every tackle, her passes sharp and precise. She rarely misses a beat. Her intensity and focus never waver. All of it, you feel in your body. It gets harder to ignore as the game goes on. The way she's controlling the space around her, and even further up the pitch, is mouth-watering. At Barça, you'd seen glimpses of this before, of course. It was always within Jana; you knew it more than anyone else did. Yet, it was clear that she always needed that push to get her to that next level, and as each moment passes, you understand why this move was vital for her career. Seeing her command the pitch all by herself for a full ninety was something else entirely.
You wished that you could reach out to her, feel the weight of her hand on your back. Have her barking orders at you across the pitch. But all you could do was sit here and watch her be brilliant without you.
The ache in your chest was fighting a long, hard battle with the pride swelling beneath it. You missed her so much. Then, at the same time, Jana looked so at home out there, so alive in a way you hadn’t seen since she left Barcelona. Though part of you hurt, in the end, you couldn't fight the smile on your face. She was by far the best player on the pitch, which a few defenders wouldn't enjoy, most of them wanting the better-performing players to be those attacking. Yet, having Jana show off her ability like this made you feel a lot.
Her voice sliced through the noise — through the stadium, through your TV, and straight back to you. Calm, steady and authoritative. It sent a flicker of heat through you, enough to make you shift a little in your seat. You felt lucky you were alone right now, because no one needed to see how much she was affecting you. Though you're sure Jana would enjoy it a little too much if she could see it.
The game ended up being decided by a dodgy penalty, though Jana's team was definitely the more deserving of the two for a favourable result, so you weren't really complaining. It wasn't a surprise to you to see that she was awarded player of the match; you found yourself standing up to get closer to the TV to snap pictures of her holding the award with that beautiful smile on her face. Without hesitating, you send the pictures in your group chat with a few of your Barcelona teammates as well as Jana herself. The outpour of messages floods in for Jana, and it makes you smile knowing she will see it all soon, once everything has calmed down over there. You make sure to repost every single one of London City's posts of her holding the award to your story — you were too proud of her not to.
"My legs are killing me," Jana’s voice comes out slightly muffled as her phone slips from her hand while she stretches out on the bed.
You can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips, remembering how hard she’d worked — chasing every ball, pressing every run. A faint blush crept onto your cheeks, and you aimed the phone away from your face momentarily.
"I’m not surprised," you tease softly. "You were crazy out there. What got into you?"
She lets out a quiet snort, half amused, half exhausted.
"Maybe the fact that you were watching."
"I watch most of your games, babe."
Jana shuffles around, the sheets ruffling against the mic as she adjusts herself.
"Yeah, but this felt different." Her voice tapers off, softer now. There’s a small pause, and it hangs heavy in the air for a while.
"It’s stupid, but… I could almost feel you there. Like… maybe if I looked up, I’d see you in the stands or something."
Your chest tightens at that, and for some stupid reason, you laugh — a very unwelcome habit of yours that shows up whenever you don't know how to react to certain things. It definitely doesn't convey your true feelings, though.
Jana perks up at the sound.
"What?"
You clear your throat, shaking your head lightly as your eyes flicker back to the screen. Jana's eyes look tired, and not just because she ran like a maniac today. There's something more, something deeper that you can't quite name. All you wish is to be able to climb through that thin piece of glass and metal that separates you both and just be there. To be able to feel her warmth against you and be able to be with her properly, not like this.
"I miss you."
It's all you say to each other these days, but it feels heavier this time. You're expecting to hear Jana's response, the same as always, mirroring your sadness, but it doesn't come. Instead, she fully sits up and starts smiling at you through the screen, and you shift awkwardly, wondering what the hell has gotten into her suddenly.
"Baby—"
"I'm going to see you."
It takes you by surprise, but you nod slowly, with a confused look on your face.
"Well, yeah, eventually. We'll arrange somethi—"
"No, like, right now."
Nothing computes in your brain, and seemingly the Spanish woman couldn't care less to explain. The screen goes black as Jana tosses her phone to the side, and it lands face down into her bedsheets. Her footsteps are muffled, but you can just about make out that she's just unzipped her… Suitcase?
"Jana, I can't see anything. Can you please—"
Before you can finish your sentence, you're graced by the sight of your beautiful girlfriend on the screen again, and you feel some peace return to your body.
"Sorry, mi amor. I need to be quick, though. I want to see you as soon as possible."
"What, now?" You ask, blinking as though that’ll help it make sense.
"Yeah, now." She grins as she props her phone up on something so you can see her better. Your eyes follow her across the screen as she tips her entire apartment upside down, packing God knows what into her suitcase. She walks off-screen, and you see a pair of shoes fly in the air one by one, each landing somewhere on the floor with two loud thumps, and you struggle to form a proper response to any of this.
"Jana, you can't just—" You start, but her voice cuts you off again.
"I can actually," she insists, as she roughly opens a drawer in the background. "I have a couple of days until the next training session. I checked earlier."
"Right, of course you did." You mutter to yourself as you rub your forehead, feeling a headache crawling up.
You're quiet for a while, silently watching your girlfriend move around the room methodically, collecting different items she deems important enough to bring back home. The rustle of fabric and the faint thud of drawers closing fill the silence between you. Your eyes drift away from the screen, scanning your apartment as you did earlier, to find the remaining traces of her that she didn't bring with her to London. Something in particular catches your eye — her favourite hoodie hanging off one of the dining chairs opposite you, and you remember back to when she was trying so hard to find it when she was packing. You’d feigned innocence back then, trying to play it cool as you shrugged when she accused you with a playful glare. The truth is, you’d been so afraid of her leaving that keeping a hoodie that smelt like her was the only way you thought you could feel even a little connected to her. So, that's what you did.
The longer you sit here, the more surreal everything feels—like you’re caught between two versions of your life: the one where she’s still here and the one where you’ve learnt to miss her quietly.
A sudden crash startles you, your eyes snapping to the screen. Jana’s voice cuts through immediately.
"¡Mierda!"
You can hear the sharp exhale in her tone and the faint shuffle of movement as she steadies herself.
"Is everything okay?" You ask as you frown at your phone.
Her face pops back into view on the screen, a goofy smile spreading across her lips.
"Sí… I just tripped over my shoes," she admits, her cheeks tinged with a hint of embarrassment.
With a low sigh, you lean back on your chair, watching her fumble through the rest of her packing. She pauses now and then, biting her lip as if mentally ticking off a list, then hums softly under her breath after figuring out her next move.
"Have you even checked which flight you can get on, or have you finally figured out how to walk on water?"
Her eyes widen as she looks up at the screen, and it finally hits her — she hasn’t done the most important thing yet.
"Oh…" she murmurs, a mix of embarrassment and disbelief in her voice.
You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head fondly.
"I’ll check for you," you say, "just make sure you pack everything you need."
She blows a quick kiss to the screen before turning her attention back to her suitcase, and for a moment, the distance between you feels like it’s shrinking with every second.
Preparing for Jana to be home for the first time in three months was making your head spin. You were caught in between wanting to meet Jana at the airport — like she was always so diligent at doing for you — but you also wanted to make sure the apartment wasn't so…
The way it looked right now.
Chances were, Jana wouldn’t even notice the mess. Still, the thought of her seeing how much you’d let the apartment slide since she left made your stomach twist. She had always been the better decorator and organiser between the two of you, and it definitely showed right now.
As you hurriedly tidied each room to the best of your ability, working with the very vague time frame Jana had given you, your phone buzzed. Your heart leapt into your throat, and a surge of panic shot through your entire body. Surely she couldn’t be here already?
Notifications flash across your phone screen, and a sigh of relief escapes — thankfully, it's just your group chat — one that Jana isn't a part of.
"¿Nos vemos primero en tu casa para sorprender a Jana y luego vamos a cenar?" (Shall we meet first at your house to surprise Jana and then go to dinner?) Patri asks.
Your head is slightly jumbled as you try to translate hurriedly, whilst also glancing around the living room to see what else you need to put away.
Typing a quick reply agreeing to the idea, you toss your phone onto the couch and get back to work. Everything needed to be perfect for your girlfriend's homecoming.
"¿En serio tenemos que escondernos detrás del sofá?” (Do we really have to hide behind the couch?) Alexia says, very unimpressed, as Vicky drags her by her wrist, so she's now at her level. The others are on board with Vicky's idea, but Alexia seemingly is the only one thinking they all look stupid.
"¿Tú tienes algo mejor?" (You got anything better?) She shot back, her voice just above a whisper, and all Alexia could do was roll her eyes.
"Todos podríamos sentarnos y comportarnos con normalidad…" (We could all sit and behave normally…) The older woman's voice trails off into a mumble, and Vicky bumps her with her shoulder.
After returning from the shops, you miraculously manage to unlock the door with both of your hands full and not drop anything. Your eyebrows pull together almost immediately when you notice suspicious movement behind the couch, accompanied by muffled laughter.
"Guys, she's n—"
"¡Sorpresa!" Salma leaps out from behind the furniture, grinning ear to ear. As soon as she realises it's you, her face falls, as do her arms.
There's a beat of silence as you both stand there staring at each other, frozen in mutual confusion. Then, one by one, more pairs of eyes peek over the couch to see what the hold-up is.
"Salma, se supone que debemos esperar a Jana." (Salma, we're supposed to wait for Jana.) Patri breaks the silence first, and you look past Salma and see everyone standing up one by one. First, Vicky, with a huff, followed by Alexia, who hides a quiet laugh behind her hand. The rest soon follow while you're still confused as ever.
"The kids wanted to jump and scare Jana," Alexia says with a smirk, and you make a face at her before replying.
"That's not very nice," you reply as you put your bags down on the kitchen counter, removing each item as everyone resumes whatever they must've been doing before this disaster of a plan.
"It was Vicky's idea." Alexia scoffs as she reaches into one of the bags and gets a bottle of sparkling water that she requested, and you grimace at her as she thankfully takes the offensive item out of your sight.
Of course, it was Vicky's idea.
"It's still a good plan if Jana was the one you were screaming at and not me."
The atmosphere feels warm, buzzing with a kind of life your apartment hasn’t known in months. No longer is that heaviness seeping into every room, always so difficult to ignore. You never realised how much you missed this: the noise, the laughter, the sound of people filling the spaces the way Jana used to so well.
An hour slips by in a blur of chatter and laughter, and all of it feels so effortless. Part of you had been worried about this being made into a huge thing; you'd much preferred for it to just be you and your girlfriend tonight. Yet, as you glance around at your friends, it hits you just how loved she is — it’s not only you who adores her. As soon as you let everyone know that Jana was on her way, they all dropped what they were doing and made sure they were here for this. You clearly weren't the only person who'd been missing her like crazy.
Everyone is so caught up in their own conversations that not a single one of you heard the front door open.
"¿Llegué al lugar correcto?" (Did I come to the right place?)
You freeze mid-breath, eyes snapping to the door, and the entire planet could've combusted in that moment, and you wouldn't have noticed.
Your Jana. Home.
Every part of you is rooted to the spot, limbs not able to kickstart themselves, and it doesn't matter really. Patri and Vicky are the first to move, launching themselves at a slightly weary-looking Jana. She stumbles back a step, slightly surprised, before wrapping her arms around them both, holding them close. Laughter fills the room once more, and you're in a daze as you take in the sight of the love of your life in your home for the first time in what feels like a lifetime.
There isn't any need to jump the queue; you're content watching each one of your friends welcome Jana back one by one. She's barely been here for two minutes, but everything feels okay again. That emptiness that once consumed you feels way smaller now, almost insignificant compared to the new energy in the room.
And then her eyes find yours. Just for a moment, everything around you fades, and you're not even sure who's talking anymore. It’s just the two of you, standing here; you couldn't bring yourself to care about anyone else.
A shaky exhale slips from her lips as you finally embrace, your bodies melting against one another effortlessly and perfectly. Jana may have been the one to catch that flight to be here, but it’s you who feels like you’ve finally come home.
Her hands grip your t-shirt so tightly, you wouldn't be surprised if she pierced a hole through the fabric.
"I'm home." Her voice is muffled against the crook of your shoulder, her breath warm on your skin.
"Really? I had no idea." You tease, pulling back just slightly, though neither of you lets go. That’s when you notice the tears tracing down her cheeks, all while she’s smiling that wide, radiant smile. Your most favourite smile in the world. You've never been able to master the art of not turning into a mess when seeing your girlfriend cry, so it's no surprise to anyone that you immediately get hit with your own tears.
Her thumb swipes each of them away before they even get a chance to fall.
It takes all of you not to kiss her in this moment, but as you realise the amount of eyes on both of you right now, it's an easy enough decision.
The sound of a camera shutter snaps you both out of your daze. To your left, you see Vicky, phone in hand, snickering to herself. Jana rolls her eyes, a small laugh escaping her as she glances at you, still holding onto your hand.
"¿Es eso necesario?" (Is that necessary?) Jana asks, draping an arm around your waist as she turns toward the younger Spaniard, who is currently laughing as she shows Salma what you can assume is an extremely unflattering picture of you both.
"Sí, lo es. Se ven graciosas." (Yes, it is. You both look funny.)
Jana leaves your side before you realise, darting after Vicky across the living room.
"¡Déjame ver la foto primero!" (Let me see the photo first!) She shouts, unable to stop laughing, as Vicky leaps over the sofa just as she was about to grab her. It seems like a fair fight until Patri and Salma start throwing cushions at Jana, trying to put her off in any way possible.
A smile tugs at your lips as you quietly watch the chaos unfold in front of you. Almost everyone is screaming, laughing, and messing up the once tidy apartment, and even then, you couldn't be happier.
Over your shoulder, you hear Alexia sigh. "We should have just met at the restaurant."
After extremely tense negotiations, Jana got Vicky to promise not to post the picture, as long as Jana filmed a TikTok with her. Which, in your eyes, wasn't exactly much of a compromise, as your girlfriend basically lived on that app.
It’s a relief to be somewhere calmer. The restaurant buzzes around you, a soft blend of conversation and the faint clatter of cutlery keeping you grounded in the moment. Jana is sitting opposite you, her chin resting on her hand as she listens to Alexia speaking. The glow from the low-hanging lamps makes her look golden, and you refuse to look away, wanting to savour every single part of her.
You're pulled back into the world as you hear Patri direct her attention to your girlfriend, clapping her hands together with a smug grin. "Jana," she says it loudly enough to get everyone's attention. "¿La jugadora del partido, no?” (Player of the match, no?)
Jana groans almost immediately, waving her hand in the air, trying to end the conversation before it has a chance to embarrass her further, and you can't fight the smile on your lips.
"Anda ya, fue cosa de todo el equipo." (Come on, it was a team effort.) She quickly dismisses as she stabs her fork into her food idly. You scoff to yourself, knowing that was certainly not the case. Your girlfriend was too humble for her own good.
Salma is the next to pile onto Jana's embarrassment as she points at her from the other end of the table. "Ay, mirala siendo humilde" (Oh, look at her being humble.)
A few hums and sí's buzz around the table, and you nod to yourself, enjoying the praise your girlfriend is receiving as if it were directed at you.
"Exactamente. Estaba en todas partes del campo, todas la vimos." Exactly. She was everywhere on the pitch, we all saw her.) Patri reiterates, waving her fork through the air in what seems to be an impression of Jana darting across the pitch.
Your cheeks heat up before you realise. Everywhere is certainly one way to put it. Images from earlier of Jana on the pitch fly through your mind; her power, her confidence… The way her voice carried across the entire stadium. You shift in your seat, feeling the heat of your skin a little too strongly, so you take a sip of the glass of water in front of you. Jana notices the new movement from you in an instant, and she gives you a small smile, which you return shyly, wanting to look away as soon as possible, before she can notice your new state.
"Nosotras no lo disfrutamos tanto como cierta persona, ¿hm?" (We didn’t enjoy it as much as a certain someone, hm?) Vicky teases, nodding at you just as you thought you were graciously going to be left out of this conversation.
The warmth that was present a few moments ago sneaks back up your neck and to your cheeks. You clear your throat as everyone turns to look at you, waiting for your contribution. Jana's eyebrows lift in amusement, also curious to hear what you have to say.
"Sí, estuvo muy bien." (Yeah, she was really good.) You nod, not wanting to meet the woman's eyes across from you. Instead, your eyes stay glued to your plate, twisting your fork through the same strand of spaghetti over and over. Perhaps, if you stay quiet for long enough, they'll target someone else at the table.
Patri lets out a snort, unable to help herself. Vicky and Salma bump shoulders repeatedly, whispering something that sets them both off laughing, and Alexia lifts her wine glass to her lips, trying to hide her grin, but she's definitely not fooling anyone.
During all of this, Jana only tilts her head as she looks across from you, a knowing smile pulling at her lips, which sets off that familiar ache low in your stomach that you can't ignore. Her gaze lingers, gentle but anchored, tracing over your skin as conversations continue to whirl around both of you. Her eyes drag across your skin, slow enough that you swear you could almost feel it.
In that moment, you force yourself to look away and appear as though you know what's going on at the other end of the table — all the while silently wishing Jana would look away even just for a second so you can catch your breath.
Eventually, she does, and you're grateful for it, but for the rest of the evening, you couldn't manage to utter another word.
Your silence continued well into your journey home, resorting to small hums and nods as Jana spoke to you in the car. It was a chore to keep yourself together for the rest of the dinner; any time your girlfriend spoke, it sent a jolt straight to your core. Even her listing off the dessert options to everyone had you hot and bothered. What made it worse was that you’d already wasted your one bathroom break early in the night just to collect yourself — a mistake, clearly, because it was almost as if Jana knew... Of course she did. The way your eyes would linger on her a beat longer after she finished talking, and the way she would always catch you in the act. It went on all night up until you all parted ways to go home.
As you stepped into the apartment, an exhale left your lungs, one that felt like it had been sitting in your chest for the past two hours. The door shut behind you with a soft click, and you could feel the air humming with everything left unsaid tonight.
"God, it feels so good to be home," Jana sighs happily, kicking off her shoes before walking to the mirror to take off her earrings. Your eyes wander over her skin through the reflection of the mirror, focusing on how her fingers move delicately to remove the pieces of jewellery—it's nothing new, but tonight everything she does has you on strings.
She notices, her eyes catching yours, and a smile forms on her lips as you try to pretend like you weren't staring.
"What's going on with you?" She teases, turning to face you now, and you swallow hard as she steps towards you.
"Nothing," you say in a way that makes you sound everything but normal. "Just happy you're back."
Her hands trail up your arms, and she drapes them around your neck as yours find her waist in no time, fingers already slipping under her shirt to rub small circles on her skin. A small sound catches in her throat, her mouth parting slightly as your nails trail further up her back.
Lips graze the shell of your ear. "The way you were looking at me tonight didn't feel like nothing, amor."
At that, you laugh softly, not having much of a response to her because she's right, after all. You were practically undressing with your eyes for the whole night.
"Okay, so I want to admire my girlfriend. Lock me up." You roll your eyes as she pulls away slightly to look at you.
"Admiring? Baby, you looked like you wanted to eat me." Her voice is low and breathy, and it goes straight through you.
A smirk appears on your lips. "You like it when I eat you, though."
Something flashes across her eyes, and as she's about to speak, your mouth finds hers. A moan rumbles from her lips as you catch her by surprise, but she meets your pace expertly, your mouths melting against one another as they always have done.
It's urgent and messy, a collision of all the months spent apart being unleashed at once. You were aching for this, both of you were. Her fingers tangle into your hair, her nails scraping against you as she holds you tightly. Her other hand has a fistful of your shirt, pulling desperately, making sure you don't disappear somehow.
Neither of you breaks the kiss, not even when you're pushing Jana down onto the couch, you lying on top of her. Your head is whirring, and you barely notice her hand sneaking to your waistband, and you pull away from her in an instant, and you're greeted with a very confused face.
"Qué pasó?" She croaks out, her chest heaving slightly, and you bite back your smile.
You don't say anything yet, instead just wanting to drink in every single part of your girlfriend.
Oh, how much you missed this.
Fingers trace her jawline, slow but deliberate, as she gazes up at you as her breath evens out, her eyes fluttering closed as she leans into the warmth of your touch.
"My MVP…" You say barely above a whisper, and Jana's eyes fly open, a light pink appearing on her cheeks at your words.
"Do you know how well you played today?" A rhetorical question. Even if it weren't, you know Jana wouldn't answer; her mind completely goes to mush when you're the one praising her. It was one thing when the others were doing it earlier — of course, it meant something to her, but it's always different when it's you. A ragged breath is all she can respond with as your hand grips her jaw with a little more force, her eyes locking onto yours.
"Such a dominant performance, baby." You tease as you lean down just before her lips. She doesn't even try to resist, instead moving to kiss you and missing you completely as you move your face away just in time.
"You almost got an assist quite early on, didn't you?"
She eagerly nods, her eyebrows creasing a little as she tries to focus on your words and not your wandering hand underneath her shirt.
"Defended so well too," you coo softly, your fingers deftly slipping under her bra and immediately her nipple pebbles under your touch, "They could barely get near you…"
Her breath stutters, head spinning with your praise but also with the way you're touching her. This is where you love seeing your girlfriend the most, not on the pitch or in her interviews — but underneath you, all of her usual composure thrown out the window. This Jana is only for you to see.
"Are you going to keep it up, love?" You whisper lowly as you unbutton her shirt, the brunette's throat bobbing visibly, her eyes flicking down to your hands and back to your face after she realises you were asking her something.
"W-what?"
"I said," your fingers unfasten the last button, exhaling softly as you see your girlfriend's body after so long, "Will you keep this up? Your form? In your next game…"
She rasps out a small, "I will."
"Is that a promise?" You unclasp her bra, throwing it somewhere across the living room.
"Sí," her voice barely above a whisper, and you bite your lip as you take in her face. Her lips are swollen and parted as she tries to catch her breath.
You shift your weight on her lap to get a better angle, and before your hands can even move, Jana’s already unbuttoning her jeans. The sight pulls a low chuckle from you. She's clearly not in the mood to wait, and neither are you.
Hooking your fingers into her underwear, you pull them down in a swift motion, and you don't miss the hitch in Jana's breath as she's finally exposed to you. Her hands twitch at her sides as she debates whether to give you a bit of encouragement and fuck her already or just to be patient — something she was never really good at. You lift your eyebrow at her actions, or more so, her attempt.
"Something wrong?" You keep your eyes trained on her face, her mouth opening for a moment but abruptly shutting, unable to find the right words.
She can only shake her head, and you tut as you move towards her face, your hand clasping her jaw firmly as your lips hover just above hers.
"If you want me to touch you, I need you to behave…" As the words leave your tongue, you see something flicker in her eyes, not the cheeky defiance you're so used to, but something you adore so much. Instead, it's softer. Desperate almost.
"Are you going to make this easy? Or do you want to do this the hard way?" Your thumb strokes her cheek tenderly, and Jana instinctively leans into your touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she gets lost in the feeling.
"Hmm?" You bring her back, her eyes slowly opening, and she breathes out a faint, stuttered breath once more.
"I'll be good."
That takes you by surprise, how easy she's making it for you — you're not one to complain, though. Leaning down, you pepper her jaw with small kisses, your teeth grazing at her skin, and a rather loud moan fills your ears for such a small action.
"That's what I want to hear, baby."
You move lower, kissing her breasts gently, down to her navel, and you pull back completely, wanting to take in the sight of her one more time. The lowly lit room accenting her toned body so beautifully, you have to catch your breath.
A stifled whine escapes her lips, and you can feel her eyes burning into you, but you don't acknowledge it. Instead, you part her legs a bit more, and you see her subconsciously clench over nothing, which makes the pit of your stomach pull tight, desire washing over you, and you feel your resolve waver slightly.
Composing yourself, your thumb strokes down her pussy, tracing the sensitive skin, mapping the softness as if you don't want to forget a single part. You part the skin there ever so slightly, exposing her cunt to you a bit more, and a strangled noise escapes your girlfriend's lips. A deep frown settled between her eyebrows, and you know she's barely hanging on by a thread.
You trail a finger down to her hole, the wet sounds painting a deeper blush on Jana's cheeks, and without warning, you plunge one finger inside her, her tightness welcoming you hungrily.
"Fu-uck," the word breaks from her throat, and something in you snaps. Your eyes darken at the sight of her – head tipped back, her lips parted, and all of it for you.
"Did you miss this?" Your breath dances around the shell of her ear, the warmth sending a shiver down her back, and she whimpers in response before realising she needs to answer.
"I did," and at that, you slide another finger inside her pussy, curling up deliciously as her hips meet your movements. "Todas las noches... pensaba en esto." (Every night... I was thinking about this.)
Your wrist halts for a moment at the thought, but you pick up your pace again, the slick sounds of her cunt sounding heavenly in your ears. Collecting yourself a little, you press her further.
"How many times did you touch yourself?"
She freezes, a breath caught in her throat as the question catches her off guard.
"I— I don't—"
A low chuckle leaves your mouth as you face her, and you see the glazed-over look in her eyes, so needy, and you almost feel bad for teasing her. Almost.
"Lying isn't good, you know." A small stroke of your thumb on her clit and a sinful sound erupts from her, and you tilt your head ever so slightly as you get closer to the defender's face. "Tell me what you were doing to yourself, baby."
It's how you can almost see her thoughts written on her face as she decides how best to answer you, because of course she didn't just abstain from masturbating because you were both long distance now — you obviously didn't either. There were many occasions where Jana would call you, horny and needing you to help her get off. As did you whenever you had the urge. Yet, there were times when Jana would be so desperate that even sending a simple text to get your attention wasn't an option. A few of the times, she didn't want to bother you — perhaps because she knew you were tired after travelling on your away days or just from the games themselves. She wasn't a complete freak; she could deal with those times. The other ones that were perhaps more frequent would be late at night when she knew you were asleep. Her mind would wander, always landing on the images burnt into her brain of your body entangled with yours, underneath her, or inside her. Countless nights where she'd scream your name while she'd fuck herself stupid, over and over until her limbs felt like jelly. She wasn't shy about talking about it, not really. It never came up in conversation, so she wasn't going to randomly bring it to your attention. You asking her about it did make her wonder if she was genuinely that bad at hiding it all.
"Sometimes, at night—" A hiss breaks from her lips as you press down on her clit with your thumb, soft circles replaced with a deeper intent. Planting a soft kiss on her cheek seems to bring her back to you, and she continues speaking. "At night, I think… About you."
A low breath fans her cheek as you smile at her small confession, "What did you think about?"
Your voice is so sweet, almost mocking. She shouldn't be so affected by it; she's usually able to take control so well. Yet between how your fingers feel as they're moving inside her cunt and the way you're talking to her, it's turning her on more than she thought was possible. It's hard for her to even think properly.
"Pensaría en ti follándome, t-tus dedos dentro de mí." (I'd think of you fucking me, y-your fingers inside me.) She chokes out as you thrust your fingers deeper inside her pussy, relishing the way her walls swallow you so well.
You lean back to look down at your fingers pumping inside her, glistening with her arousal every time you pull them out, only to slip them in immediately after.
"How often?"
A strained noise fills your ears, and you look back at your girlfriend, a sheen of sweat on her forehead as some of her hair sticks to it, and in your eyes, she's never looked more beautiful. Your lips ghost hers momentarily before catching her bottom lip between your teeth, tugging gently, urging her for an answer.
"Almost every night."
Something stirs within you; it coils in your stomach, and the way she's keeping her eyes on you as she tells you all of this is almost too much for you to handle. A third finger is what makes her break eye contact as she screams your name, each syllable straining her vocal cords, and you feel yourself getting soaked.
"You're taking me so well," your voice drips like honey against her warm skin as you suck the skin on her neck, her hips jut against you, and her movements grow wanton as she chases her release. Her hand moves to your jaw, roughly pulling you into a kiss, making your chest tighten with even more need. It's everything but calm, with barely any rhythm but fully charged with lust — so much of this being pent up for far too long. Her moans spill against your tongue, and you take them in greedily, each one of them all meant for you.
She clenches around your fingers in a way that makes you pull your mouth away from hers. "Do you want to cum?"
"Please," Jana says barely above a whisper, her voice weak and trembling. With your free hand, you cup her cheek gently and peck her lips a couple of times.
Just as you curl your fingers mid-thrust, you feel it.
"Cum on my fingers."
Pleasure wracks through her body, each shockwave making her twitch beneath you as she sobs out, clinging tightly onto your body as the feeling pulses through her. Your lips find her skin again before she’s even fully caught her breath — a soft trail of kisses along her throat, the salty taste making your lips tingle.
"That's it, you did so well…" You say lowly, in between each kiss on her warm skin. Each touch of yours punctuated by a sound slipping from her lips, her body still thrumming with the lingering heat of her release. As you move toward her face, you feel your heart lurch — the blush on her cheeks is subtle in this light, but you still catch it.
"I love you." Her voice is raw, and it settles deep in your chest. You blink a few times, the words catching you a bit off guard for a moment, and she reaches out, brushing her fingers delicately along your jaw.
As the touch trails gently across your skin, you find your eyes closing, wanting to focus on the feeling.
"I love you so much."
A light, breathy laugh escapes her, a little teasing but never not loving. Her lips find yours, chastely at first, tentative, then deepening with need as her tongue slips past your lips. You melt against her, letting her take over, her hips shifting as she swaps your positions, and you find yourself underneath a very smug-looking Catalan. It's a wonder how she still has any energy, but she was always the one with the better stamina between the two of you — on and off the pitch. She makes quick work of getting your clothes off, very clearly wanting to give you a taste of your own medicine as soon as possible.
"Eres tan hermosa, cariño." Her finger glides through your soaking slit with ease. If you weren't so turned on, you'd be embarrassed by how easy it was for her to get you like this after being so in control earlier. You've been missing her too much to even care right now. A coiling heat envelopes you as her fingers enter you, and you don't bother masking any of your noises, wanting your girlfriend to know exactly how much you've been needing this.
After a few minutes of her fucking you, Jana's fingers suddenly halt inside you, and the lack of movement has you opening your eyes, ready to complain.
You look up at her and see that she's squinting a little as she looks off in the distance.
"Babe, what the hell?"
You follow the direction of her gaze, which is towards the dining table, with a confused look, your frustration starting to build up.
"You said you didn't take my hoodie."
Of course that would come back to bite you in the ass.
patri injured for 12 weeks. cancel the season lol
really need patri to win the ballon d'or one day. there's not a single player on the planet that can do what she does, at the level she does it. she's incredible.
wait which 2 hr podcast with kika?
here :3
i just read "the bet" - i loved it!!! so sweet and so hot <3 not enough people write scissoring too hehe
yay that makes me so happy :3 and i agree.. we definitely need more scissoring appreciation in this community! (maybe i'll do more future who knows😁)
watched that entire 2 hour podcast with kika bc i'm so normal about her😛
ALEXIA PUTELLAS FC BARCELONA | Alexia Putellas: "Me gustaría jugar hasta los 37 ó 38 años" [x]
The Bet
Kika Nazareth x Reader
ꫂ❁ Summary: You're a fullback and have never scored a goal in your whole career, so of course you go and make a bet with Kika to see who can score first this season. Makes sense. ꫂ❁ Tags: smut (18+), fingering, scissoring, alcohol consumption, kika is avoidant and very confusing but she means well. ⇢ word count 6.6k a/n: wrote this to distract me from b'dor headloss but also bc I miss kika a lot. also yes this is the second fic in a row where r gets drunk, no I do NOT have a problem and I do have other hobbies I swear... anyway I hope you enjoy :)
Kika did not do crushes. In all honesty, she didn't do much when it came to relationships in general. Of course, she could have fun here and there, but she really wasn't up for fully committing to someone like that. It made her uncomfortable to even think about it. Especially when it came to her teammates. Doing all that sounded like a constant headache and a glaring distraction from work. There was no way she was ever letting herself get caught up in that. So she didn't. All through her career up until this point, she made it clear to anyone interested in something long-term with her that she wouldn't entertain it.
But you coming into her life made her start questioning things.
She was tasked with being your buddy for your first few weeks at the club, helping you get familiar with the rest of the girls. Her English skills being the main reason why Pere made her responsible for you. That and she was always so good at making people feel welcome. Obviously, she didn't mind doing it. Certainly not at the start anyway.
"He gets kinda weird even if you're 20 seconds late, so I wouldn't try it," Kika mumbles around her protein bar. "Trust me, I know."
"Not good, I'm guessing?" You sip your water as you both sit in the cafeteria in the early hours of the morning before your training session. You've both been basically glued to each other since you arrived a week ago. Kika is really nice. She's definitely made your life a lot easier as you've been trying to adapt to your new life in Barcelona.
Kika rolls her eyes. "My legs nearly fell off… He made me run around the pitch for over 30 minutes."
"Doesn't seem that bad," you scoff as she glares at you.
"Of course you would say that. That's basically a normal first half for you." She teases, and she's not wrong. Fullbacks do have to run themselves into the ground most of the time, and you're no exception. "Anyway, I have to preserve my energy for goals. You do… know what those are, right?"
"Okay, mean!" She cackles as you throw a napkin in her direction, and it barely makes its way to her, floating in the air for a few seconds and lands back on the table. "You laugh now, but what happens when I score before you this season?"
She quirks her eyebrow at you as she scrunches up the wrapper of her now finished protein bar. "Are you willing to bet on it?" Her hand extends out towards yours, and you smirk at her.
"Absolutely."
"Winner has to pay for drinks?" She smirks at you, and you shake her hand.
You were definitely taking the bet seriously. By no means were you gifted at scoring goals — your stats were there to see. So you really had to put in the effort. That meant spending extra time after training to work on your shooting. It was never a part of your game, you were brought here to defend after all — so you felt slightly lost at times when it came to getting the ball in the net as opposed to away from it. Though, you didn't let it deter you. You just wanted to wipe that annoyingly smug look off Kika's face every time you would sky the ball in training. It was all good fun, of course, but you didn't like losing.
"Ball goes in net, ay girl?" Her voice bellows across the pitch, and you stick a middle finger in her direction as you laugh.
Yeah, you had a lot of work to do. Your teammates soon became aware of what was going on after some noticed that you were focusing more on taking on shots during training instead of passing to someone in a more favourable position. They all found it amusing, knowing that this was definitely Kika's idea without even needing to be told so.
Cata goes and collects the ball that you blasted over the bar for what seems like the fiftieth time and throws it back to you, this basically being the only workout she's doing since you can't even test her.
"You rush too much," Aitana's voice over your shoulder makes you jump slightly. "Take a few more seconds before releasing, and then the ball won't go…" She points her finger up to the sky.
She makes some distance between you and puts the ball down at her feet. "Patience, then look up to where you want to place it, then shoot."
The ball flies towards you, and you run with it for a little, look up, and then curl it into the bottom right corner out of Cata's reach.
"¡Vamos!" Aitana pats you on the back, and finally, you feel like you're making progress.
A few more tries, keeping Aitana's words in your mind, and you don't miss a single shot.
You were so caught up in it all that you didn't notice Kika watching you the entire time. To begin with, she was enjoying seeing you fail miserably, thinking that she was definitely going to win this little bet with ease. Yet, as you started to slowly improve under Aitana's guidance, she felt something else. Seeing your reaction after every shot, how excited you got when the ball hit the net, she felt her stomach twist. She couldn't take her eyes off you, and she didn't understand why. This was supposed to just be some fun, why was she feeling anything like that towards you? She doesn't know how long she was standing there for, but once she caught herself, she decided to make her way back into the dressing room. Your laughter echoed over the pitch, and it took everything within her to not look back.
It kept going on like this. During training, Kika's gaze would linger on you for more than it should've. Whenever the team wanted to go out for dinner together, she would quietly watch you even when you weren't talking, but she would hardly ever approach you. You never thought much of it, always thinking she was just being friendly in her own ways. Over time, she started to hang out with you a lot less compared to when you first arrived. You tried to not take it too personally, instead using it as an opportunity to get to know your other teammates instead. Which is how you found yourself getting closer to Patri and Aitana, them both taking you under their wing and helping you improve your skills each day.
Kika wasn't jealous.
Why should she be when you were just teammates after all? You had every right to talk to other people instead of her. So yes, it was perfectly fine when you sat at Patri's table to eat instead of the one you both used to eat at regularly. She also didn't care that Aitana drove you home every night and you stopped asking her to.
Nope. Not at all.
Okay, maybe she did care. Maybe it was tearing her up inside day by day. But it was almost as if this was her own doing. She was the one putting distance between the both of you because of her own inability to understand the feelings you gave her.
Sure, you were hurt by how she was acting, but you never brought it up. That annoyed Kika, but she also knew she had no right to be upset at you. This is how she dealt with things: push people away until everything feels okay again. She couldn't blame you for not understanding.
Kika could barely understand herself.
"Ella es mejor marcando goles que yo, eso es seguro." (She's better at scoring goals than I am, that's for sure.) Patri laughs as you net a goal during another one of your late-night practice sessions.
Aitana nods in agreement. "You're going to take my spot too at this rate."
You roll your eyes at their silliness, but you can't hide your beaming smile. They've helped you a lot these past few days. Disregarding the dumb bet, you can tell it's genuinely making you a better player to have them help you like this. As well as it being a welcomed distraction from Kika in general.
"But, it's one thing against Cata and a whole other thing with actual opposition, though," you remind them.
"Hey! Qué significa eso? (What does that mean?) Cata acts offended as she throws the ball back at you.
"I mean, they're not going to go easy on me." Cata goes to speak, but you cut her off. "Even if you say you're not, it doesn't matter. The real thing will be way different than this…" You position the ball about 30 yards away from the goal.
"Bueno, eres mucho mejor de lo que crees." (Well, you're much better than you think.) Patri says as she walks past you, patting you on your shoulders as she stands to your right side, Aitana on your left.
Your run-up is a short one, and you curl the ball into the top-left corner, beyond Cata's reach. Aitana simply claps, basically already used to how good you are now. You're suddenly floating off the ground as Patri picks you up from behind, spinning you around in the process as she cheers your name. Cata is clapping too, even if you bruised her ego a little.
The only thought on your mind is that Kika is definitely losing that bet now.
The first game of the season arrives quicker than you anticipated. Your nerves were holding up fine for the last few weeks, but today you've definitely felt something change. The bus is on the way to the stadium, and soon you'll be playing your very first game for the club. Pere informed you earlier in the morning that you'd start the game, so you should've had some time to prepare yourself in the meantime. Except, you didn't do any of that because you were too nervous to try.
You let yourself get lost in the idle chatter on the bus, sitting near the back with a few of the livelier teammates had you a tiny bit distracted but not enough for your liking. Patri and Mapi were playing TikToks at an obscenely loud volume as Vicky was trying to get a better view of the screen but kept getting nudged away each time. Kika was abnormally quiet for a match day. Or even in general. Of course, she had been acting differently recently, though you had put it down to her wanting to be more focused. After last year, you assumed she would be taking things more seriously, not wanting to start the season on the wrong foot after being out for so long. You totally understood it. But, part of you really missed having her to talk to. Also, you missed her.
"Are you ready to lose today?" You tease, and she flinches slightly at the sound of you.
"Why would I want to lose the match?" Her tone is colder than you're used to, and it momentarily makes your chest hurt.
"Not the match, the bet…?"
"Oh, that." She mumbles and then starts scrolling on her phone, her feed clearly more interesting than you right now.
The matter isn't pressed further. There's no point. It's obvious she doesn't want to talk to you, so you don't bother. You sigh and turn your body to face the others, all of them now bickering over something Patri said.
Eventually, Kika looks over her shoulder and at you. She feels butterflies in her stomach as you laugh loudly with the girls.
She wishes she could care about the bet right now, but she can't bring herself to.
During the game, there's not much for you to do. So, naturally, you wander further up the pitch to see more of the ball, seeing as you're bored out of your mind. As you run on the right-hand side, you receive the ball near the corner flag, and you dribble past one of the defenders, cutting the ball across to Aitana, and she scores.
"Next a goal for you, ay?" Aitana says as she hugs you, and you give her a nod.
When Kika is substituted on, you manage to catch her eye as you watch her get into position. She doesn't smile but instead looks away at the quickest opportunity. You huff slightly, that familiar feeling in your chest creeping in once more. Scoring isn't a want for you anymore. It's a need. Not even because of the bet. You just want her to acknowledge your damn existence again.
You're out of position a lot, and you get scolded by Irene and Mapi simultaneously, but it doesn't detriment the team too much, seeing the opposition barely take notice. You just want to get that goal. You can hear Aitana's voice in your head telling you to be calm, but with the way Kika is treating you and the way it's affecting you, it's difficult to think properly.
Corner to Barça.
Usually, you're told to stay on the edge of the box in case you can cross in a loose ball, but you don't this time. At the last second, you sprint inside, confusing a couple of your teammates as well as the other team. They end up losing each of their players they were supposed to mark, and Kika back heels the ball in your direction. You take your chance, and it's more or less a tap-in. But at the end of the day, it's still a goal.
You just scored your very first goal for Barcelona, albeit uncharacteristically. Your teammates swarm you with their congratulations, and you feel on top of the world. Kika waits for everyone to leave, and she walks towards you and holds her hand out, which you take hesitantly. She pulls you into a quick hug and pats you on the shoulder.
What is she doing?
"Why'd you pass to me for? You made yourself lose the bet." You frown slightly, but your smile is hard to hide.
Kika laughs, and before she jogs back in position, she simply replies with, "Lose?"
Just when you thought you couldn't be more confused, there she goes again.
Here you were back in your apartment, getting ready to meet Kika at a bar. One she was more familiar with, of course. You just had to turn up, and she'd 'take care of the rest' as she put it. Up until a couple hours ago you thought she hated you. Now, you were staring at yourself in the mirror, nervous out of your mind. The reason? No clue. All of this was just a stupid bet between two teammates. This is how you'd been treating it anyway. It was just going to be a regular night out.
It wasn't a date.
Obviously not.
That didn't stop you from making sure you looked good anyway.
The bar wasn't too far from your place, which you were grateful for, seeing as you'd already had your fair share of embarrassing phone calls to teammates asking them to give you directions, all because you took one wrong road and ended up on the opposite side of town. Thankfully, Kika had mercy on you today.
Speaking of Kika, you wouldn't be surprised if she was already there, with a drink in hand, not bothering to wait up for you.
That was precisely what you saw when you walked in.
"You didn't get lost, I'm proud." She teases you as she pulls you in for a hug, and you inhale her scent. It reminds you of the beach, sea salt and rays of sun bottled up in a fragrance — you don't know how that's even possible, but all you know is that you don't want it to disappear.
Her eyes linger on you as you both pull away, and it makes your skin heat up ever so slightly, you're grateful it's nighttime so it's not as obvious.
"That would be next level seeing as I'm only up the road anyway," you roll your eyes as you take the seat opposite to Kika.
"True. Crazier things have happened." Kika puts her glass down and smiles at you. "Like you scoring."
You chuckle and shake your head. "Yeah, well, it wouldn't have been possible if you didn't pass to me." Your eyes find hers, and you keep her there in your gaze. She's the first to break eye contact as she looks around the bar momentarily.
"You've been practising for it, of course you were going to score eventually."
"You could've passed to Patri, she was closer to goal anyway. Why make yourself lose the bet?" You sip your drink through your straw.
"I wanted you to score." She downs the rest of her drink and smiles at you, and you can't ignore the feeling in your stomach this time.
"So it was a pity pass?" Kika bursts out laughing at your offended look, and you can't help but laugh too.
"No! I just—two things can be true at the same time."
You raise your eyebrows at her, and she sighs before elaborating, "I saw how hard you were working to get better at scoring, you deserved to get it today."
"And?"
"And, I wanted to be the one to take you for drinks first." Maybe it's the alcohol, but you could've sworn that Kika was blushing. Hell, if you weren't before, you definitely were now as well. You're not sure how to respond to that, so you get up so quickly you almost knock the empty glasses off the table.
"I'll get more of those then."
Kika responds by giving you her card, and you give her an unimpressed look but take it nevertheless.
Perhaps you were both slightly overindulgent.
That would be an understatement in all honesty.
You were both walking down the street together, giggling as you swayed side to side trying to stay off the road. Luckily, it was so late that barely anyone was out, so you didn't have to worry about being seen. You're glad you did this, granted it was all because of a bet, and you probably would've had other opportunities to get drunk together, but still. It had been a lot of fun. It was also welcomed after the rocky few weeks you and Kika have had.
Eventually, you both make it to your apartment — at your request, even though Kika was adamant she could just take a taxi home. You really didn't live that far away, so it felt silly to make her go all the way back home.
Kika plods over to your couch and flops onto it with a dramatic sigh, "This was soooo fun."
You laugh as you walk over and sit next to her. "Thanks for the goal."
"Thank you for the assist," she smiles at you as you sink further into the cushions.
A comfortable silence fills the air as you sit there together, the day and evening replaying in your minds.
"I should get you some clothes," you speak up as you try to get up, your legs wobblier than you had anticipated.
"I have clothes," Kika frowns at you as you're trying to stand up again, gravity seemingly having other ideas though.
"You're not sleeping in jeans, Kika."
"Yes, I know. I still don't need clothes." She stretches a bit, and her top rides up a little on her abdomen, and your eyes linger longer than intended.
You close them tightly, your head feeling very dizzy suddenly.
"Everyone needs clothes." You say curtly, as you try to clear your thoughts.
"I don't. Not when I sleep." She looks at you with a smile as if she said the most normal thing in the world.
"Oh, right."
"Yes."
"Good to know," you finally force yourself up and almost stumble immediately, but you manage to play it off. "I'll just go… Make the bed then…"
Kika doesn't reply — her eyes on you as you walk off into one of the rooms. She bites her lip softly and decides to give you a moment before following you.
You're standing in front of your already made bed — because obviously you don't just leave it messy before leaving your place. You just said that so you could have a break from whatever the hell that conversation was. Honestly, she had been acting oddly all night, and even with the alcohol in your body, it still affected you. All of it is jumbling your mind up. Your friendship with Kika, then the weird middle bit in between that and then tonight. It was overwhelming, but you were enjoying it somehow. Kika had a way of doing that. Anxiety was second nature to you, and more so when you first joined the team. Kika helped you forget all of that, somehow letting her confidence rub off on you, and even if it was just metaphorical — it really worked. She was a glowing light, illuminating your darkest parts, and you were a dazed moth, drunk on her very being. As well as actually being drunk right now.
"You have not moved in two minutes, girl."
Your heart almost flies out of your mouth at her voice, "Kika, oh my God! Don't do that, I nearly died." You slap her shoulder softly, and she giggles as she tries to keep her footing, still as tipsy as you are.
"Dramático."
You let out a deep sigh before talking again, "It's all ready for you anyway, so enjoy. Sweet dreams, idiot." As you go to walk past her, you feel her hand wrap around your wrist, and you stop in your tracks.
"You sleep here too." The serious look on her face makes your breath hitch a little, but you avert your gaze hopefully before she can notice.
"Uh. The couch is fine, honestly."
Part of you expects her to let you go easily, but this is Kika after all. She relishes in being stubborn whenever she has the chance.
"No, you sleep here." She strokes your hand with her thumb before walking into the bathroom, leaving you standing there like a moron.
This is going to be a long night.
After Kika is done with the bathroom, she's back in your room again. As if you're not there at all, she lifts her t-shirt off, revealing her toned body, and you look away so quickly that you feel yourself pull something in your neck.
"I'm just going to…" You don't bother finishing the sentence as you escape into your bathroom, locking the door with shaky hands and letting your body lean against it as you catch your breath.
The water you splash on your face is freezing, but you need it — hoping it'll snap you out of the trance Kika has seemingly put you in. You've sobered up a fair amount, some is still lingering, but not enough to cloud your judgement. 'Kika is actually trying to kill you,' you think to yourself. Either that, or she thinks this is normal. Maybe it is. Maybe she does this with everyone. You should probably ask around tomorrow.
After a reasonable amount of time and readying yourself for sleep and brushing your teeth, you exit the bathroom and make your way to… your bed. Your perfectly normal bed that just has your teammate in. Naked.
Luckily for you, she's tucked under the duvet and is scrolling on her phone, so you're saved any embarrassment. Kika smiles at you as you walk in, and you return it halfheartedly. You feel like you could throw up at any second.
You're not sure how to do this without looking like a freak, so you turn your back to her as you slip under the covers, not wanting to infringe on her privacy. Kika dims the light on the bedside table, and you close your eyes tightly, even though you feel everything but tired right now. The warmth of her body is all you can focus on. Her body. Everything feels stuffy, and you take your arms out from underneath the duvet, exhaling heavily, which gets the Portuguese woman's attention immediately.
"Too hot for you?"
"What?"
"We can lose the sheets if it's bothering you so much." Her tone is teasing, and it's making your skin feel even hotter.
"N-no, I'm fine. "Goodnight." You say quickly, even though you do move out from under the covers a little so they're barely covering you. Your eyes are squeezed shut once more, as if that'll somehow help you doze off. Though, after a few minutes of silence, you do feel yourself relax, and you hope that you'll drift off to sleep soon. That is until Kika moves her body closer to yours, to the point where her hand touches your arm, the warmth making your skin tingle. Part of you feels like you should just pretend to be asleep. Just act as if you're asleep, and she'll turn over and go to sleep, and everything will be normal.
Of course you don't do that.
You're doing the opposite of what your head is telling you, and you turn over to finally see the way she's been looking at you all night. Her eyes slightly dilated, her lips parted as she breathes quietly, her hand still on your arm and not budging.
The air feels thicker as each second ticks by. Her hand moves from your arm and excruciatingly slowly towards your jaw, and it's as if you're set in stone — locked in place.
"Tell me to stop," it comes out in a breath, and you almost miss it. Her touch is delicate but not lacking hesitancy, quite the opposite in fact. You want more. "I will if you tell me to."
Kika shifts closer to you, the sheets falling slightly, revealing her collarbone and the curves of her breasts — your mouth goes dry. This could very well be an awful idea and perhaps ruin your friendship altogether. After all of that. Is it bad that you don't even care right now? Her touches swarm your mind; there's no use thinking about anything else. You need more.
"Please." It's all that you can croak out, and she barely gives you time to think — her lips are already on yours. She swallows your surprised moan hungrily, fully pushing off the duvet without a second thought before tangling her fingers in your hair. Her tongue brushes against yours desperately, and you let her take control of your body as if she owns it.
Her mouth abruptly leaves yours, and you whine involuntarily, prepared to protest, but Kika's voice cuts yours off just as you try to.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" She puts up three fingers, and you frown at her.
"Three? What the hell are you doing?" Your head is spinning.
"I don't want you to be so drunk that you forget any of this," she mumbles softly as she puts her hand down.
"I had a couple drinks, Kika. I'm not concussed." At that she opens her mouth, then shuts it promptly with a small nod.
You want to laugh, but you look down at her, and you feel your face burn up instantly.
Okay, wow.
She smirks knowingly, somehow not feeling an ounce of embarrassment, and honestly, why should she?
"I want to see you too." Her hand tugs at your loose t-shirt, and you sit up and remove it immediately. You don't miss the sharp breath she takes as she sees your body for the first time. It surges through your veins, and not for the first time today, you feel on top of the world — and both times because of Kika.
Just as you're about to say something, she's on top of you, straddling your hips as she leans down and kisses you deeply. Her hand trails to your bare breast, and deftly caresses the skin there, making you whimper quietly against her mouth. Every touch is making you wetter, your body unable to resist what she's doing to it.
"Estás a deixar-me louco…" (You're driving me crazy…)
Her mouth is on your nipple, her tongue flat against the hardening peak as her fingers find your other one, stroking it softly. Your hips move instinctively off the mattress, against her naked core, and it unexpectedly sends a jolt through her. She releases the sensitive skin with a loud pop, and she looks at you with slightly hooded eyes. "I need you."
You go to take your shorts off, but Kika's hands replace yours, ridding you of the offending clothing and leaving you just in your underwear. She glances up at you and smiles to herself at how needy you look, and she loves it.
Her fingers hook into your underwear, and she eases them off your frame. Subconsciously, you spread your legs, silently urging her to touch you where you need it the most, but instead, she leaves a trail of kisses up your body. Her perfume engulfs you, and you almost forget to breathe as her lips graze yours. Her fingertip teases your clit ever so slightly, and before you can make any noise, Kika's lips move against yours expertly, as if she has done so a thousand times before. She's circling your clit with barely any force, a feather-light touch and most certainly not enough for how worked up you are right now.
"I've wanted to do this for so long," Kika whispers against your parted mouth, her finger pressing down with more force now. Your stomach tightens at the touch as well as her confession. It would be a lie to say you weren't always attracted to her, but it's not like you thought anything like this would come of it.
"Liar." You challenge her as you try to control your breathing — her lips curl into a smirk almost immediately. She locks her eyes onto yours, circling your clit with fervour, and you use all of your power to keep your eyes open.
"No seriously. Ever since you joined, I liked you." Her finger leaves your clit, and you groan faintly, your hips attempting to follow her touch. "Even if I tried to convince myself otherwise."
It's hard to focus. Whether it's on what Kika is saying or what her hands are doing, your head is a mess, and you're doing your best to keep yourself together.
"Remember when we used to drive to the beach after training sometimes?" she teases your entrance with the tip of her finger, keeping her eyes trained on you. "When we'd just sit there together, I always wanted to kiss you…" Her finger slips into you without difficulty, and you're undeniably soaked. This time you can't keep quiet, moaning her name raggedly and breathlessly as she curls up into your core.
"To touch you, do anything to you…" Another finger joins the other, stretching you just that little bit more. Your knuckles go white as you grip the neglected sheets on the bed, lost in the feeling of Kika filling you so well.
"Look at me."
At that, your eyes open, and hers are watching you hungrily, and you involuntarily clench around her fingers as they continue their careful movements. The air is hot. Everything is hot.
"I've always wanted to know how you feel, how you taste…"
Your mind is irreparably scattered — her words alone are definitely enough to make you lose control, but you're trying to keep this going — you refuse to let this end so soon.
"Kika…"
"Yeah, meu amor?"
"Please shut up and just kiss me," you choke out as she idly circles your clit with her thumb as she still fucks you at a controlled pace. She bites her lip and nods before slipping her tongue into your mouth, brushing against yours, weaving together as if by design. You swallow her moans as she deepens the kiss, relishing the taste of your mint toothpaste mixed with the faintness of alcohol. Utterly lost in her, you forget to warn her of your building orgasm. It crashes into you before you both realise, and though a bit surprised, Kika doesn't let up, her fingers moving in and out of your pussy with tenacity. After a few moments, her movements lessen, but she keeps them inside you, giving you all the time in the world to savour the feeling. She chuckles lightly against your lips and pecks them a few more times before pulling away to look at you.
"Wow, baby. A little quick, no?" You tiredly swat her shoulder as you catch your breath.
"Shut up…"
You groan as her fingers leave your core, already missing the feeling of her there. She takes her fingers into her mouth and watches you as you try to recover. Even though you just came, you already feel your arousal building up once again. As you look at her, you get an idea, and you smile to yourself as you sit up slightly.
"Lay down for a sec." She gives you an amused look but does what she's told nonetheless.
Positioning yourself between her legs, you lean down and kiss Kika softly. As you're doing so, you lift her leg up gently and press your core against hers. You take her by surprise, to say the least, and she inhales sharply, giving you the opportunity to deepen the kiss as you move your hips against hers. Your slick glides against hers, the wet sounds echoing in the room as you both moan in unison.
You pull away, still rocking your hips into her, and you wish you had your phone with you to capture the way the Portuguese woman looks beneath you. Long gone is that cockiness you've grown accustomed to and, to be honest, attracted to — her eyes are tearing up as her wet, sensitive clit rolls against yours deliciously. Now you see why she was enjoying herself so much. Having her under your control like this fuels you even more, and a part of you wants to play with her, tease her until she can't take it. Besides, who knows when you'd ever get such an opportunity again?
Much to Kika's dismay, your movements lessen and eventually come to a halt — her loud whine being further evidence of that.
"Não pare," she shudders as you stroke her hipbone lightly with your thumb, fighting to keep the smirk off your lips.
"What was that?" She won't last, and you know that deep down. You want to see how long she can be patient for.
"Don't stop."
"You want more?" Your tone is almost demeaning, but it makes Kika's breath hitch. Knowing it'll infuriate her even more, you push your body away from hers, a trail of wetness hanging between both of your cunts. You look down and run your finger up her slit to gather more of your mixed arousal, popping it in your mouth as you mimic her earlier actions. Something between a growl and a moan rumbles from her throat — it's almost primal, and it makes you swallow hard.
Her hand finds your hip, holding on to you desperately as she wordlessly urges you to continue.
"Is this how you imagined it?" Your question hangs in the air, unanswered, as Kika moans quietly, trying to show that none of this is affecting her — but doing a terrible job of it.
Instead, she wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you flush against her, and you begin to move again. Kika's head falls back as a guttural moan tears through her, her neck exposed to you, and you take your chance to make yourself home there. Your lips brush against her slowly, your breath painting her skin delightfully, she tilts her neck to give you more access, and you press your teeth down firmly. The noises she makes only spur you on more, your tongue soothing the harsh mark you've inflicted on the soft skin whilst your heat envelopes hers, more frantic than before as you both chase each of your climaxes.
"Baby…" Her voice comes out rough and strained, and you bite back a laugh. This side of Kika is one you never knew existed, being so used to her usual boldness and confidence that you couldn't ever imagine a version of her like this.
You hum against her neck softly, grinding your soaking cunt against hers, unwavering and starving. It's not long before Kika is a mess of Portuguese curses and babbling, all incoherent but so irrefutably sexy. As you watch her cum, you feel yourself let go at the mere sight of her losing herself, all because of you. Her soft cries fill your ears and wash over your body as you both ride out your orgasms, all four walls of your room decorated with the sounds of your centres moving in unison, accompanied by your quiet moans and Kika's heavy breathing.
Eventually, you stop due to sheer exhaustion and remove yourself from her. As you lie down, you stare at the ceiling, trying to compute everything that has just happened. Kika covers her face and gives a short, tired laugh, which makes you turn your head.
"Did that just happen?"
"I'm afraid so," you tease, and she slaps your stomach softly with the back of her hand. "Don't be embarrassed, you definitely enjoyed yourself a lot."
She turns her body to you fully, propping herself up on her arm.
"'Course I did. I wasn't lying... I've been wanting that. You." Her words make you blush, which in hindsight is silly considering you both just had the most intense sex you've ever experienced in your life.
"Do you… want it again?" You test the waters, a part of you nervous for whatever reason. Sure, you both were very clearly into each other, but you knew what Kika was like, and you were prepared for her to tell you what you were dreading the most.
"Girl, I'm exhausted. I cannot go again…"
You roll your eyes and sigh, "No, stupid. I meant like, you know. In the future but… forever. Us. Together. Or whatever, I don't know."
For a moment, it feels like you might've said something wrong, but her smile reassures you instantly, and a weight you weren't fully aware of lifts itself off your body.
"Forever sounds good to me, I like that a lot." Her hand cups your cheek as you kiss each other with a newfound tenderness, a sharp contrast to moments before. Time moves slowly, or it doesn't — you have no idea. Nothing else is important, just Kika.
She pulls away slowly, pecking your lips over and over until you're both smiling too much to continue. A thumb trails along your jawline, all the way to your bottom lip, and you kiss the pad of it softly, and the brunette lets out an amused sigh, her eyes half-lidded with either sleep or something else completely.
"It's good you asked though." She looks as if she's glowing, the faint light in your room merging with the moon's as it's peering through the curtains. "I had a completely different idea of making sure we do this again…"
The way her voice trails off makes you knit your eyebrows together in a slight frown. "What kind of idea…?"
"Next time, I was gonna to make us bet on who could score a free kick first, and whoever it was could ask the other out or something." Her hands play with yours, fingers tracing delicately over your knuckles as if memorising their structure.
"We'd be retired by the time either of us scores one, and you know that." Your face hurts from smiling, but you can't make yourself stop even if you wanted to.
Kika sighs knowingly and shakes her head. "Yeah, you're right."
have a horrible feeling that we're going to be a bit disappointed tonight... pina not getting top 10 is already making me feel sick😖
pretty fucked up if the coach took alexia of penalties. tbh this whole season so far has been weird with how she’s been treated
i'm going to hope it's just a one off and she's back on them for the rest of the season... if not that's sooo disrespectful especially after the season she's just had??? 😕
she should’ve been taking the penalty idk why the coach took that away from her
no literally i have no idea why she didn't take it😒
