Misette Misette

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Starting over In Madrid

Misa Rodriguez x reader (Nicky, first person)

Season 1

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

WC: I don't know, way too much TW: at some point angst, smut +18, but still a lot of fluff PS: French writer / I wrote this story during the 23/24 season, that explained some of the players are not in the team anymore. Anyway, it's a parallel univers so I do what I want.

Chapter 1 ➺ A harder job than I thought Chapter 2 ➺ Clearly on a bad slope Chapter 3 ➺ Calmly panicking Chapter 4 ➺ Hell Clasico Chapter 5 ➺ Valleys and Peaks Chapter 6 ➺ Paris est magique Chapter 7 ➺ In the Haze Chapter 8 ➺ Confusion and directions Chapter 9 ➺ The same struggle Chapter 10 ➺ A place for words Chapter 11 ➺ Not a cloud in sight

Season 2

Summary: A new season begins for Nicky, the newly promoted photography director of Real Madrid. Navigating her new responsibilities while maintaining her secret relationship with Misa is not easy on a daily basis, especially when the unpredictability of life keeps making things even more complicated.

WC: don't know yet TW: angst, smut +18, but still a lot of fluff PS: French writer / this season is based on the real previous season 24/25, with some changes and accommodations

Chapter 12 ➺ Better and bitter Chapter 13 ➺ Dangerous steps Chapter 14 ➺ The fall Chapter 15 ➺ Broken nights Chapter 16 ➺ Winter lights

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Blow my whistle

Misa Rodríguez x Leila Ouahabi x Reader

+18 pure smut with, I hope, a little bit of fun. [ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ]

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MISA FIC REC

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

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

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

ibiza holiday, part2 (leila ouahabi & misa rodríguez) by @a-pute11as

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

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

Tough & Hard by @helen-with-an-a Compliments by @helen-with-an-a

Sleepy Cuddles by @suckerforblondeathletes

Change of heart by @inuyashaluver

Jump scare by @wileys-russo

Classico fire by @purplereina11

[yledom]

She deserves all the good things that happen to her.

Feliz cumpleaños canariona!! 🇮🇨

[wosospacegirl]

Her fucking shoulders 😝😝

[vixwritesagain]

Take it All Pt. 1 | Misa Rodríguez x Reader

A/N: Either I sit on this for another month, or I give it you. Prelude to actual fic. 3k-ish, getting back into the swing of things. Ideas from a comment exchange with @2truthsand1lie on this post.

Tags: Mafia AU, mentions of guns, NO SMUT WHO AM I (lead up to smut). Sequel(ish) to Till There's Nothing Left. This won't make sense unless you've read that. Please read that first, or the dynamic swings in this are going to be a bit crazy.

Ever since that night, things had spiralled. 

The morning after, you'd been roused by Alexia’s low murmur. “I should have your hand cut off for that.”

It took a second to register that she was across the room, not the heat pressed against your back.

The fingers curled around your hip twitched. 

“Don’t move.” Alexia breathed, “She’s sleeping.” 

You most definitely weren’t. But when the door clicked shut and Misa nuzzled into the back of your neck, it was easy to doze again. 

The house arrest almost went unspoken that morning. You, too afraid to ask. Misa, making the coffee she’d usually insist on paying for in a cafe. Travel cups in hand, she'd gently suggested a walk in the garden.

It wasn’t till you were sat in the shade watching the bees sweep from flower to flower that she sighed. 

“I know it’s between you and the boss, and I don’t want to…” A quick glance confirmed that she had become fascinated by the curve of her hands around her own cup. Her knuckles had been covered in fresh gauze that morning. 

“Go on,” You replied.

Another breath. “Last night, you were sure you wanted to be a part of it.” 

You turned back to the bees, pulling your knees up. It was quiet out. Quieter than it ever was in the city. “I want to be with her. And you. And I don’t have anyone else now.”

And after last night, I have no choice.  

It sat between you, unsaid but ever present.

“Once you’re in, there is no way out. I don’t want you to regret it." She sighed.

It was hard to fathom what you were signing up for, your own perception skewed by muffled conversations overheard as a child and films watched as a teenager. You knew that your own knowledge was limited, yet walking away from Alexia wasn’t even a possibility.

You chose carefully, keeping your tone light. “Do you?” 

“No.” She replied instantly. “Never.” 

You hummed back, sipping from your cup slowly. 

The silence wasn’t uncomfortable per se, but it stretched. 

Eventually, Misa leaned forwards and rested her elbows on her knees. You watched her profile look out over the garden, stretching all the way to the high wall.

“In that case,” she began, “I know you’ll have questions about… everything. I think you should save them for Ale. She knows more than me. Knows how she’d want things answered. But she wants you to learn how to shoot. You need to know how to defend yourself properly. And if you’re certain about staying, I’ll teach you.” 

You processed slowly, no pressure from her posture nor her tone. After a while, you replied, “I’m certain.”

Her smile was slow and lazy when she stretched back against the bench. “Maybe after lunch, then?”

Nodding a little, you nudged your shoulder against hers. “Lots of time to practice. I don’t suppose I’m going to be allowed to leave here anytime soon?” 

She snorted, pressing back. “Count yourself lucky Ale hasn’t locked you inside.” 

You tried to suppress your sigh as you rolled your neck to stare at the leaves and listened to the gentle twitter of birds overhead. You'd expected as much, but the confirmation was still painful. “Can I ask you other things, then? About you. Not you know… work related?” 

“Of course. Anything you want.” 

And so it went. 

Slowly. 

Slowly. 

Slowly, the days slipped into a gentle kind of torture. 

First, the shooting lessons. The dark-lit range under the garage which was straight out of a Batman film. Misa, bright and alive when she enthusiastically explained the difference between bolt-action and break-action. Her fast-moving fingers dismembering her piece just to show you how it fit back together. The hard press of her body behind you while she readjusted your grip, your angle, your stance. 

Second, Misa’s non-negotiable gym time. Her goofy grin if she caught you looking between exercises. The snap of fresh tape against her knuckles which would last exactly one and a half sets before she’d rip it off and let her wounds be bare. The devastating cut of her physique, covered in sweat and stronger than it had any right to be. And you, trying to ignore the way every quiet grunt made its way into your lizard brain and demanded to be played on repeat until you were undeniably turned on. 

Third, the information your carefully curated questions would work out of her. The way she’d smirk but wouldn’t make eye contact when you’d bring up her past. Then her half-assed answers, which started short and then lengthened with each passing day. It took three of those conversations before you finally blurted out the thing which had sat at the front of your mind since that night. 

“Can I ask you a question?” You’d rationalised that it deserved a little warning. 

Though you could tell it took everything in her not to point out that you just had, Misa raised her eyebrow and kept her mouth shut. 

"You and Ale," You’d started, "Romantically..?” It wasn’t until the word was out of your mouth that you realised you hadn’t given her a question at all. 

She did a bad job of keeping her face straight, smirk creeping through her apparent indifference. “Less romance, more… physical.” 

“Often?” 

Misa folded her arms, but there was nothing tense about her. “Are you going to pretend Ale hasn’t already told you?”

You ignored her, pivoting fast. “And Jenni?” 

Misa chuckled, reverting to her usual shortness. “It’s complicated.” 

“And with Lucy too?” 

“Lucy and Ona are a package deal.”

“But you’ve slept with them both?” 

Misa’s eyes narrowed. It was like mental chess, trying to work out why she was being so evasive when Alexia didn’t hold anything back. “Any reason you want the details of my sex life, doll?” 

“It involves my girlfriend.” You'd reminded, since you could hardly blurt out that the memory of them kissing had been playing on repeat in your head for days. “It happened a lot?” 

Seemingly placated, Misa shrugged. “With Ale, not since you came around.” 

“Sorry.”

She laughed at that. “Don’t be sorry. She’s happier now.” 

And that was sweet enough to make you drop the subject, because that was the final pain point. 

For her promise of no more secrets, Alexia was always gone. Some mornings you’d wake to her and Misa’s whispered conversations, the latter’s body entwined with your own, the former already half-way out the door. Others, you’d miss her entirely.

Each night, with Alexia and the others yet to appear and time ticking on, Misa would grow tired of trying to entertain you, then grow tired of watching you trying to keep your eyes open. 

“Time for bed?” She suggested the first time. 

“Yeah,” You’d breathed back, though your heart hurt, “But I wanna-”

“Come on then. I’ll stay until Ale gets back.” 

But Alexia wasn’t back. At least, not before you fell asleep. Night after night, whatever bleary-eyed glimpse of her you caught in the morning was as much as you'd get.

Her sporadic texts weren’t nearly enough with the number of questions marinating in your mind. The gentle rejections to FaceTimes and phone calls were an everyday occurrence. If you did catch her, it was just a check-in, less than five minutes before she’d be called away to something else.

You knew Misa could see it. While you had been isolated before, you'd at least had the freedom to shop and eat in the city, talking to strangers if only to order from them. Alexia had been available, and the others were around far more often. Now, it was just Misa and the perimeters of the admittedly large villa.

By the fifth morning, your heart stuttered when their gentle whispers roused you awake. 

“You're taking your bodyguard role very seriously, Mis.” Alexia’s bemused lilt carried. 

You could feel Misa’s head pressed against your neck, her arm around your waist, her thigh stretched over yours. Her chest rumbled husky when she spoke. “I’m being a human shield.”

Alexia muffled her amusement before her tone lowered. “Hmm. Guard her any closer and we’ll have to have a talk”

With a pout, you forced your eyes open to find her across the room. She pulled on her jacket before noticing your alertness. You half-hated her for leaving so easily. For waking up and sneaking out. For teasing when she was meant to be jealous. 

The other half desperately wanted her to come back to bed and stay.

You spoke before she could, curling your arm around to keep Misa close. “So what, you get to fuck her, but I can’t even have a cuddle without comments?”

Alexia hardly hid her surprised giggle. “You’re awake, cariño?” Her whole face lit up as she walked over, then gently kneed her way onto the bed. Her hand stroked back the wild flyaways of your hair before she leaned in. Her soft kiss made your heart hurt. Asking her to stay was on the tip of your tongue, but you already knew what the answer would be. You’d text each other enough ‘I miss you’s’ to know the response to that too.

Instead, you soaked in the worshipful caress of her fingers. Another kiss. Then one to your cheek. Alexia pulled away, just a cheeky smile before, “You can fuck her too, baby.” Another kiss. “Be safe.”

She turned and pressed her lips to Misa’s wild hair. Then, she left without turning back. 

That comment played around and around in your head all day. 

When Misa stood over the stove, sleep-rumpled and cooking breakfast.

When she readied herself for your walk in the garden, sliding her gun into her jeans. 

When she stood behind you in the shooting range, strong hands correcting your own while her hips pressed against your ass.

When she stripped her shirt off before even starting her workout, then again when her sweat made her skin shine. 

When she lingered at the door of the bathroom, eyeing how you settled on the bed to wait for her since she wanted you close. 

And then again, when you could hear the shower's drone next door and know that she was hot, naked, and dripping under it.

You opened your phone to entertain yourself in the meantime. Flicked between the Lucy-approved weather app, your messages, and your contacts list a few times. 

You tried to ignore the changing of the water patterns, then the quiet as it turned off. You tried to ignore the door left ajar in her paranoia. Tried to ignore the slithers of movement you could see through the crack. 

Weather app, messages, contacts. 

The hairdryer turned on. 

Weather app, messages, contacts. Then back to messages. Impulsive perhaps, but Alexia’s was the first thread. Without overthinking it, you typed: 

[13:56] You: Were you serious

[13:56] You: What you said this morning

Immediately, the read receipt lit up. Then:

[13:56] Alexia: ?[13:56] You: About Misa

[13:57] You: And what I can do

Then, instead of three dots, just silence. You stared at the thread for a few seconds, then went through the app rotation for good measure. Still nothing. 

You half-expected your phone to light up with an incoming call, but instead, your focus was stolen by the hairdryer shutting off. 

The silence stretched, no movement in the bathroom, no notifications on your phone. You’d opened the text thread again and started typing by the time the door crept open. 

Immediately, you felt the heat. Misa stepped through, bare feet on the carpet, short shorts hardly hiding the line of her piece, the lines of her tight stomach exposed under a fresh sports bra.  

She tilted her chin and leaned against the doorframe. “You okay? Ale said you needed something?” 

You’d hardly registered the phone in her hand till she raised her eyebrows at your silence. 

“I…” You sat up, staring at your own unanswered thread, “She texted you?”

“Sí, just now.”

Your stomach fluttered. You tried to ignore the heat rushing to your cheeks, shifting around to pick up your phone again. “I don’t need anything, I just wanted her to text me back.”

You deleted the half-written text, opting instead for the simple message: 

[14.02] You: I hate you right now 

And then right after, because you knew that a good old guilt-trip was an effective tool: [14.02] You: I thought you were mad at me :(

But instead of your phone’s vibration, it was Misa’s which chimed. She lifted the screen, immediately grinning.

“Is that Ale?” You asked.

Misa’s gaze flickered to you, her smile confirming. 

Defiantly, you crawled your way to the edge of the bed and schooled your expression to confidence. “Can I see?”

Instead of answering, Misa shook her head, her amusement grinding against your thinly-veiled embarrassment. 

A new tactic, wide eyes and pouting lips. “Please? She won’t text me back.”

Misa was still for a second. She glanced down at her screen again, then straightened up and stepped over the plush carpet in front of you. She handed you her phone while you registered how good she smelled. 

You tapped the screen to brighten, then scrolled to the top of the most recent messages in the thread. 

[13:57] Alexia: What are you doing right now?

[13:57] Misa: Shower. Was at the gym. She’s in the bedroom on her phone. I can see her.

You didn’t know what to do with the affection curling in your chest at being brought up unprompted in their conversation. 

[13:57] Alexia: She’s horny 

[13:57] Alexia: For you

[13:57] Alexia: Do something about it

You were certain your cheeks were bright red now. 

[13:58] Misa: Is that an order?

You scrolled down. 

[13:58] Alexia: If you want it to be

[13:58] Alexia: If you’d rather stand outside and listen to her getting off, you could do that instead

[14:02] Alexia: I’ll be home late

[14:02] Alexia: Tire her out for me

[14:02] Alexia: I want cuddles tonight 

Nothing else came through. Misa still stood in front of you. You could feel her gaze, even if you didn’t want to meet it. Instead, you offered her the phone back, reaching for your own and typing quickly:

[14:04] You: I can’t believe you. 

[14:04] You: You’re in so much trouble Alexia

It wasn’t surprising when you were left on read. You sighed just to fill the silence. 

Misa didn’t move, still stood in front of you. Her voice was laced with her usual playfulness. “What did you say to her?”

“That she’s in trouble when she gets home.”

Her unrestrained laugh lifted a bit of the tension, as did her weight shifting to sit next to you. “I meant earlier?” 

You could see her eyes dart to the phone in your hand. Something about her openness had you handing it over before you’d really thought it through. 

She tapped the screen, head tilting like a confused puppy while she started to read. The seconds ticked by.

You were unsure what to do with your hands, anxiety tightening your chest with every passing moment. 

Then, Misa held it back out with a snort. “Don’t be too mad at her, princess. She just wants you happy.”

Picking imaginary dirt from your fingernails seemed like the best solution. That, and digging even further. “If she wanted me to be happy, she’d be here.” 

Misa tilted her head, a flicker of sympathy in the dip of her smile. “Soon,” She breathed, setting the phone to her side when you made no move for it, “As soon as she can be.” 

The quiet sat. You were ready to suggest making a start on dinner despite your very recent lunch.

Misa, on the other hand, with her hair half-dried, half-dressed, half-smiling, was reading you like a book. With a dramatic clearing of her throat, she tapped the outside of your thigh with her fingers. “So… did you want me to step outside?” 

The groan was escaping before you could think twice. You lay back, covering your face with both palms. If hell was a place, the ground would have already eaten you up. 

As it were, a different kind of torture. 

You felt the weight of her shifting as she leaned back on her side. 

“No.” You grumbled, torn between hiding behind whatever tattered pride you had left and ogling her body. 

“You want me to stay?” She prodded. You could hear the smile in her tone. 

“You’re enjoying this far too much.” 

“You want something else, then?” 

The heat from your cheeks was unbearable. “I hate you. Both of you.” 

Misa laughed, shifting to stroke her fingers against your forearms. “Come on. You’re never shy about asking for what you want.” 

“Mis,” You sighed, pressing your arms down and out of her reach. She was closer than you expected. 

She didn’t pull away; instead, she shifted closer, her shoulder brushing yours. She leaned in, her voice dropping to a playful, knowing hum. “For the record, I would.” Her eyes made a less than-subtle dart down your body. “Gladly. And if you didn’t belong to Ale, I’d have made a move the first time I saw you.” 

You froze. 

Misa smirked again, exhaling as she propped herself up on an elbow. “Surprised?” 

Quite the opposite, in fact. Having confirmation that the weeks of flirting weren’t just proximity and obligation felt a lot like relief. 

“You’re a menace,” You deflected, though it lacked any real conviction. In fact, it felt a lot like flirting back. The room felt small all of a sudden. 

“I’ve heard worse.” Misa wasn't smirking anymore; her expression had softened into something hungrier, her gaze tracing the line of your throat before locking back onto your eyes. “Now, I’m under strict instructions to tire you out, so either you tell me to leave, or…” 

“Or what?” 

Misa’s eyes twinkled at the hint of bratiness. “Or you take your clothes off and we’ll see if you’re as smart with my head between your legs.”  

You felt your thighs clench, but tried not to let her crudeness throw you. Her tease was familiar, so normal now that it still felt casual.

Misa didn’t look at you like a job she had to complete, but like someone she wanted to serve.

Reverent.

The power was heady. The decision, well beyond made:

“I don’t want you to go.” 

“No?” Misa breathed, reaching out to draw the back of her hand against your forearm. 

You moved to tangle your fingers together, letting the playfulness curl into your smile. “No," You inhaled just to see her be unusually patient for the next sentence, "But I do want you to kiss me. And maybe more.” 

With a chuckle, Misa rolled her eyes and squeezed at your hand. “Maybe? She asks her girlfriend if she can fuck me and now she’s playing hard to get.” 

That drew a giggle from you, the absurdity of it all. “Maybe,” You hummed, “Depends how the kiss goes.” 

With an athletic grace that caught you off guard, her hand untangled itself and slid across your jaw. Misa leaned in, fast first, then completely still with just a centimetre between you. You could feel the heat of her, suddenly hyper aware of your own body, how your lips had already parted for something she only teased. 

You didn’t give her time for whatever smooth comment she was about to deliver. You closed the gap with a stretch of your neck, pressing your lips against hers without fanfare. It wasn’t the soft caution of a first kiss, nor reflective of the blunt hunger simmering inside. Instead, her kiss felt right. Steady with the pressure and rhythm of two people who did this all the time. 

But you didn’t do this all the time, and the way she pulled back and made you chase her for another was addictive. She seemed to enjoy that, smiling against your lips when you sighed your frustration. Your hands were trapped too low to keep her close, one stuck against your stomach and the other meeting the hot skin of her waist. 

Misa pulled back, “Did I pass?” She purred, stroking her thumb over your bottom lip with practised confidence.

Her smugness was a challenge. 

You turned your head, tongue darting out to lick softly at the pad of her thumb before taking it into your mouth.

Misa’s breath hitched, her jaw slackened as you hollowed your cheeks, eyes locked on her reaction. The sound felt like a victory. Her brow creased, pupils blown wide as she watched you suck her thumb against your tongue. 

“Fuck,” She breathed. 

[misettemisette]

This feel like a delicious starter that left you hungrier than when your stomach was empty 🥵 Main course when? I mean please the poeple are starved, we need the actual smut part 🥹 we need all the parts you’ll be up to write 🔥

Joke aside, kudos on this one, this is my favorite woso au ever !! The characters are so well put together and bodyguard Misa omg I didn’t know an alternative Misa could be sexier than the original one 🤒

I’m just grateful for this 💎🙏

[misettemisette]

Chapter 17 ➺ A cold breakfast 

Starting over In Madrid - Season 2

WC: 5K words TW: explicit sexual content +18 This chapter takes place around Christmas, this is so inappropriate rn lol

Summary: A new season begins for Nicky, the newly promoted photography director of Real Madrid. Navigating her new responsibilities while maintaining her secret relationship with Misa is not easy on a daily basis, especially when the unpredictability of life keeps making things even more complicated.

Chapter 12 ➺ Better and bitter Chapter 13 ➺ Dangerous steps Chapter 14 ➺ The fall Chapter 15 ➺ Broken nights Chapter 16 ➺ Winter lights

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Misa called me every day, and I called Misa every day. 

We chatted for hours. We never talked about what had happened or about what would happen in the future. We talked about anything else. There was so much I wanted to know. How had she built so much muscle so quickly? Had she continued drawing classes? Or the tattoo course? Misa bombarded me with questions in return about my exhibition. How did I select the pictures? Was it hard? Did my boss complain about everything? As though we were trying to rewind time, we relived the two months we had spent apart and somehow, it felt like we had turned them into one shared story. I rewatched every game Misa played since we had broken up and we debriefed them for countless hours on the phone. I couldn’t stop commenting each save, every dive the young goalkeeper made like it had been her best performance. I couldn’t hide the joy filling my heart back day after day. It was a crazy feeling to build something back with Misa, at distance, without seeing her, without feeling her against me but I could feel it made us miss each other even more. The truth was, a few days later, there was hardly any difference between us and an actual couple, but we avoided mentioning it, and talking about serious business. And that suited me well for now. 

The very morning of Christmas, my phone rang at 8’, waking me up with a jolt but I picked it up, my voice groggy.

“Misa! Merry Christmas!“

“Feliz Navidad, Feliz Navidad, Feliz Navidad, Próspero año y felicidad Nicky!“ Misa sang. “Put on the video!“

I laughed with all my heart, pressing the camera icon, and kept laughing even louder as Misa’s cute face appeared on the screen, a Christmas hat topping her head and a silly grin on her lips. 

She leaned the phone against a wall and stepped back from the camera, revealing she was outside, probably in her family house’s patio, wearing a Christmas jumper matching the hat. 

“You like it?“ She asked, showing off her outfit and improvising a few dance steps. 

“I love a pretty Christmas clown,“ I said fondly, still laughing. 

“Watch out!” Misa warned, grabbing a ball and kicking it precisely just aside the phone. 

I rolled over in my bed, “I wish I could play with you, I miss our training. The weather seems so warm at your place!“ 

“The air is a little fresh in the morning. Only 15 degrees.” She replied, jogging in front of the phone. 

I was jealous. The cold air of my bedroom made me shiver, winter was icy this year, especially where my parents lived. “I don’t know how you’re standing training outside in winter back in Madrid!”

“We’re not cold because we’re moving” Misa said, the ball back in her hand and running backward toward the farthest wall of the patio. The hat’s pompom bounced happily as she jogged.

I snorted “I couldn’t. I don’t have the stamina… my cardio’s getting worse than a sloth’s”

Misa chuckled “Es verdad… although, it would get better if you quit smoking!“

“Mis’…“ I warned her. I had explicitly told her the subject wasn’t to be discussed. 

“Vale, vale“, she took the phone back in her hand, her face close and adorable. “Tell me about your Christmas’ feast.”

“The starters were the best. Shrimps and crabs rolls… and oysters of course! The main course was good too but my mom made a fuss about it being overcooked and having to hear her complain all diner spoil a bit of my appetite.”

“Jajaja, your mom seems one of a kind” Misa pointed out.

“Yes, you could say that…” I replied. I hoped the bitterness in my voice didn’t show. 

I was already remembering what else had happened during Christmas Eve…

“Nicky honey, you look so much better! Is there something you didn’t tell us?” My mum had asked casually as I had smiled absentmindedly, chewing a mouthful of a buttered toast between two oysters. 

I had chewed very slowly to give me the time to figure out what I was going to say as the entire family had stared at me, hanging to my lips. 

“Errrr, I’m fine.” I had begun.

“You seem more than fine indeed!” My uncle had observed.

“Leave Nicky alone y’all, you’d preferred she stayed depressed?” My father had stepped in. 

He had been coming to my rescue but I hadn’t had liked it, nor his allusion about my psychological state.

“It’s okey dad. Actually I wanted to tell you about it. It’s going better between Misa and I. We’re talking again.” 

There had been some “Oh” and some “Ahhh” but I hadn’t missed the pleading “Dear Lord…” my mother had let out. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by most of the family, some of them staring at her, some, on the contrary, looking down at their plate. 

“That’s great news, Nicky!” My uncle had broken the silence. 

“What are you talking about? She broke her heart!” My mother had snapped at her brother before turning to me “Nicky, after all you endured, why?” 

“We’re just talking. It feels good…” I said awkwardly. 

“If you get back together, it not going to work any better“, My mom had stated calmly, “She left you once, she’ll leave you again.” 

I had grasped my towel, my anger rising. I had always hated the way my mother’s opinion sounded like certainty. I had genuinely wondered if she thought she could predict the future. 

I had contained the tone of my voice, remaining calm. “Mom, you don’t know Misa, she’s not like that. Besides, we're not bound to make the same mistakes again.”

She had rolled her eyes, “and what about your job? You’ll keep your relationship secret forever…?”

I had breathed out, getting more irritated that my own mother had me thinking about my relationship future when I forbid myself to discuss it with Misa. 

 “I don’t want to talk about that now. I told you, we just talking.”

“This is so wrong! Nicky, have some sense! You’re thinking of quitting the first job that challenges you, that stimulates you, for a girl who left you right after your accident!”

“Mom, I trust Misa.” I had replied firmly, far less convinced that I had pretended to.

I had swallowed. My mom had just awoken my own insecurities, and the fear of losing Misa again had knotted my guts. She was right about one thing: Misa had dumped me at the worst time, and I still struggled to forget how broken and shattered I had been. 

“Darling, leave Nicky alone. Personally, I’m just glad she’s feeling better.” My father had winked toward me. 

His words had comforted me that time, and had put an end to the heavy discussion. 

Back on the phone, Misa had sensed my trouble, her gaze intense through the screen. 

“Azucari?” She called softy, “Que pasa?” 

“Nothing, I should get up and join everyone in the living.”

Of course I didn’t convinced her. 

“I’m not buying that. What is bothering you? It’s about your mother?”

I straitened up and sat against the bed board. 

“she didn't take it very well that you and I are talking again,” I confessed, looking down at my pillow. 

“Oh… because of the clause I guess…?” 

The contract clause came up again and I felt tired all of a sudden. I wished I could stay silent and that she could come closer to wrap her arms around my shoulders. I didn’t look at the screen when I answered. 

“Yes. Plus, my mom think she's an expert in psychology. I feel like she doesn’t trust you anymore.” 

“Oh… but… what about you?“ She asked. 

I glanced up at the phone. Misa’s mischievousness was gone, leaving her eyes bright and sad. I couldn’t lie to her. I didn’t know what to say and I surely didn’t want to dig inside my painful feelings on Christmas Day. 

“I need to hold you in my arms to properly answer”, I said, knowing she wasn’t going to like the lingering meaning. 

Indeed, Misa flinched and bit her lip but as she spoke, half a smile animated her lips. 

“I guess I’ll have to wait until next year, then.” 

I smiled back.

“I’m sure you’ll survived waiting five more days“

***

Against all odds, I was the girl counting the hours, the minutes, the seconds, that kept me away from Misa. I came back to Madrid on the evening of the 3rd of January and went straight to Misa’s place. Her home was only a few minutes’ ride from the airport but those minutes felt longer than the entire two weeks we had spent apart.

 When I finally reached the building, night had fallen a long time ago over the Spanish capital. My heavy luggage in hand I took the staircase and climbed painfully. I didn’t want to bother Misa with my claustrophobia and I hadn’t told her I had arrived at her place yet. She was well aware of my irrational fear and would have been waiting at the front door to play the gentlewomen at once. Since the breakup, I was used to handling my phobia on my own. But now, I was suffocating in the freezing cold staircase. My brain was boiling with excitement and a slight hint of apprehension. I felt like nothing was going to be the same after tonight. I wanted to see her, yes, to talk to her, but I couldn’t control how badly I wanted her to hold me in her arms, how badly I wanted to feel her.  

I was out of breath when I reached her floor but the physical effort was nothing compared to the desperate longing gripping my heart as I faced the door of her apartment, and I knocked feebly. I heard the lock being unlocked from inside and the door slid open. 

Misa didn’t asked, or she couldn’t help herself. She grasped my entire body, pulling me against her, and I was drowning in her scent half a second later. She smelled like love and happiness, which pulled a small tear from my eyes and a strangled giggle from my throat. The giggle lasted as she dragged me inside the apartment, looking exasperated at my big suitcase.

“You didn’t take the elevator! You should have called me!“ 

“I’m a big girl Mis’.”

“Yeah, but I’m bigger” she grinned and totally seduced me. 

“I like that you’re bigger…“ I said, taking her thick arms and placing them around my shoulders.

I placed a soft kiss on her lips and she kissed me back with an unbearable gentleness. I lost myself in it, delighted, shrouded. She tasted even better than I remembered and suddenly my tongue ached to taste other places of her body. It had been so long since I had pleased myself. During my time alone, nothing had worked, nothing had excited me. And now, by the way our lips couldn’t leave each other, I was guessing we were about to go beyond another turning point. Neither of us had the elegance of pretending we weren't about to fuck each other right away. I had never hooked up with an ex before, let alone while being still in love with her. At this moment, I felt truly there, something was even more intense than our first night in Paris, like the broken pieces of my heart were joining together and starting to mend.

Barely breaking our kiss, the goalie freed me from my coat, dropping it carelessly onto the floor, and led me backward to the bedroom. When we reached the bed, she pushed me rather roughly and I fell heavily onto it. She stayed standing to undress herself. I watched her, eyes hooded, a burning fire waking up near my pelvis. My eyes never left her as she pulled off her top and pants, unraveling her gorgeous body in light blue underwear, her tan skin standing out in the bedroom dim lights. I thought again she had definitely gained more muscles since I last saw her naked and it sent my core aching to feel her powerful body over me. 

All I wanted was to abandon myself completely. My body screamed for her to take control, and I shuddered when she came onto the bed over me. She found my lips again, but even I, hadn’t foreseen the fierceness that inhabited the goalie as she pushed me against the mattress. Sensing her wanting me so much was mind-blowing.

As I wiggled under her, her hands pulled up my shirt and lost themselves along my flanks. I caressed her strong shoulders and felt her muscles hardening under my fingers. I ran them down her back to the waistband of her thong and they sunk into the bare flesh of her ass. I felt myself getting wet before we even began to fuck. Her feverish kiss, multiplied by weeks of sex deprivation, fed my arousal and I worked messily at undressing ourselves completely. The fresh air of the room didn’t cool me down as we lay naked against each other, deepening our kisses and caresses.

“I want you, touch me… Please,” I pleaded, my arousal becoming painful. 

“I want to touch you… and I want to feel you too” she murmured, her palm travelling toward my pelvis. 

I sighed, mirroring her. Our fingers ended between each other’s thighs to taste our wetness, and we breathed out simultaneously, only to touch more of our unreasonable arousal. Misa yelped my name on my lips, stirring my desire of her in a needy groan. I just couldn’t get enough of her moans, nor I could deal with it when I got what she was about to do as she straightened up to cross her legs over my hips. 

Slowly, she angled her hips until her core pressed delicately onto mine. A strangled sound escaped my lips as her own wetness coated my intimacy. She pressed herself more, moaned, and began to rub herself onto me. I grasped the bedsheets, savoring the feel of our shared excitation, her cries resounding loudly when her hips rutted onto my core. Pleasure built in quickly, her clit and lips sliding deliciously against mine, and I was in awe at the sight of the beautiful spectacle she was offering me. She arched, holding her weight onto her arms, her contracted muscles sculpting her toned body. We were getting completely drenched and Misa quickened her moves, closing her eyes, her desperation showing as she seemed unable to finish herself like this. She stopped moving abruptly and swiftly slid backward until my head ended up between her legs. 

“Please…” she sighed. 

I did not need to be asked twice before I held her powerful thighs to drive her hips lower and pressed my mouth against her folds. I started to lick her eagerly. I could have come like this, with that intoxicated taste of her body filling my mouth, and her needy moans filling the room. But the brunette wasn’t going to let me come on my own. She leaned forward, bowing her head between my legs and for a moment I couldn’t think of anything else but of her tongue. 

“Fuck” I blurted out after a particularly well placed lick. I mimicked her rhythm, my tongue sliding widely from up to down, her moans vibrating softly onto my own sensitive area. Warmth grew in my belly, dense and strong, as we ate each other out passionately. But when she added her fingers to the equation, pleasure became unbearable. 

“I’m gonna come, baby! Slow down or come with…“

But it was too late. I came suddenly, the coils running through my body with much strength took my breath away. A long whine joined mine, freeing itself from deep inside the brunette, and both our cries filled the cold bedroom for a few seconds. She fell forward just after, her legs shaky and her breathing coming out in rasps. 

After a minute or so, Misa heaved herself off me with a low groan. 

“Ostia,” She swore, locking her brown gaze into mine. Maybe it was her eyes but my core already felt lonely, a shared feeling, given to the brunette’s reaction when I sat up to find her lips again. 

She pushed me back onto the bed, pinning my hands onto the pillow while she settled between my legs to spread them wide.

“Te haré el amor hasta que mueras de placer” she said, lascivious. “Entiendes? You understand?“

Misa gently pressed my clit with her fingertips, and I moaned more than I nodded.

“Bien, I’m going to repeat in English anyway: I’ll make love to you until you die of pleasure.“

“Please!“ was all I could reply. 

She slid two fingers inside, snatching an instant cry of joy. Feeling her back there with her gaze heavy with desire, was pushing me beyond happiness. It was one thing to love Misa, and a totally different one to make love with Misa. To experience both in the same time was overwhelming. I felt alive to the fullest, the broken pieces aligning themselves, mending in a straight strong line and dissolving back into bliss. 

I did not control the sinful shouts that left me again. I did not control anything anymore. All I was able to do was holding Misa like my life depended on it. 

Misa! Misa! Stay! Please don’t go! Please!

"I’m here, Nicky! I’m not going anywhere. I promise!", her soft voice resounded in my ear and I realized I had said out loud the words ringing in my mind between each cry of pleasure. 

Embarrassed, I hid my face in my hands as I landed back on earth. I almost felt numb with the release. Everything was very quiet in the room, so quiet we could hear our breathing getting back to normal and our skin brushing against each other. The brunette was holding me close, rubbing her mouth softly against the column of my neck.

“I have to go to the restroom”, she said and I grunted in protest when she got out of bed, leaving me alone and shivering. 

With the rush of endorphins, I was drifting off when she returned, a toy and a harness in her hand and a wide smirk on her face. That awoke me at once. 

***

I was pulled out of sleep by soft lips brushing my cheek. The smell of her surrounded me, a hint of her sweet perfume lingered beneath the scent of her skin. My first conclusion was that I was still asleep, dreaming she had come back to me like had dreamt countless time before. 

Consequently, I didn’t dare to open my eyes. The bedsheets made a rustling noise, punctuated by the popping sounds of her kisses. The air of the room felt icy cold and I sunk deeper in her embrace, my face pressing against her torso to snuggle in her warmth. Her breast felt soft through her large T shirt, contrasting with her broad and hard body. Her arms wrapped me more, trapping me in that other world. I had no idea what time it was, but it felt as though I'd only had a few hours of sleep. 

I stretched my legs and realized I felt sore between them. My flesh still bore the memories of the night and they suddenly flooded my mind. 

A strap. A moan. A cry. Fingers burring themselves in my mouth. The smell of sex. More cries. 

Bliss.

Was it real after all? Had Misa and I really made love all night, until the first lights of dawn had filtered between the heavy curtains? The feel of being unable to get enough of each other filled me back and I remembered we had stopped only because exhaustion had finally caught up with us. I felt strained all of a sudden. My body was nevertheless painfully satisfied, the burning feel between my legs a good reminder of why I feeling so damned sleepy. 

Misa pulled my face slightly away to resume her kisses on my cheek. I smiled, realizing the realness of the situation. 

“Please don't wake me up. I'm dreaming about Misa Rodríguez.” I moaned.

She chuckled, her lips grazing my jawline “Sounds nice, Sleeping beauty. What is Misa Rodriguez doing in your dream?”

“She’s in my bed, needy as fuck, and I’m loving it.” 

I heard Misa snort and pull back. "Who was holding me like a pulpo all night? It’s you Princesa!

“Shhh, you have to choose!“ I said, keeping my eyes closed.  "Am I un pulpo or una princesa?“

"Only a kiss will tell…" 

I giggled, defenseless against the goalie’s endearing humor. "Okay. As long as it doesn’t wake me up from this wonderful dream…”

The goalie took her time, bending over me, her long hair brushing my face, her lips trailing kisses along my neck, going up my ear, passing on my cheek before falling onto my mouth. My eyes fluttered open to see the young woman peering at me from above, disheveled, a frank smile stretching her lips. 

“It worked”, I sighed, taking her face in my hands, "I’m still dreaming“. 

I looked at her, and I snuggled back against her body. 

“Are you hungry, Princesa Pulpo?"  Misa asked.

"Starving, and don’t ever call me that again!“

She giggled, gave me another kiss, and got out of bed, pulling me by the arms to follow her. The air of the room felt freezing cold against my skin, still hot with sleep. 

I opened my suitcase, pulling out a few clothes and stuff onto the coffee table until I found the proper outfit for this comfy day at home. We got dressed and went to the kitchen to fix us something to eat. I prepared toasts with the rest of a loaf of bread, while Misa ground us a good coffee. She dressed the table, brung the mugs, and went to pace in the living room. 

I finished cooking the food, put the eggs and ham onto the bread and turned off the fire. I discovered Misa, standing up near the coffee table,  holding one of the glossy prints from my bag. As I came to drop the plates onto the table, she showed me a photo of herself, lying on her side on my sofa, drowsing. The reddish twilight rays were lighting half of her face when the other was left in a purple blueish shadow. 

Muted, Misa peered at more photos: her wandering through a wide street, her laughing wildly in my office, the two of us at the Parque del Retiro, looking at each other with a silly grin on our faces… She looked at them for a long moment, and dropped them one after one on the table. 

“You printed them… And kept them… with you, all this time.” Hurt and sorrow filled me again and I couldn’t look at her, even when she took my hand in hers. “Like you kept this”, she whispered, her fingers finding the bracelet attached to my wrist.

I withdrew my hand, feeling the pain of being abandoned, lost and wounded, as vivid as when she left me. But as I did so, Misa held me in her arms, and I struggled to pull away, realizing how much I resented her. 

“Let me go!” I shouted suddenly.

However, Misa kept holding me with much strength. “I’m so sorry, Cari!” She pleaded, “Perdón! I should have never left you! I was selfish! Lo siento, Nicky… lo siento mucho…” her voice trailed away in a sob and I stopped fighting, going limp against her. Tears began to roll from my eyes. 

“I couldn’t give up on you.” I said. “So it never stopped hurting.”

“It never stopped for me either!” The goalie cried on my shoulder. “I wanted to fix things but you avoided me every time I tried!” 

“You seemed better off without me. Plus, seeing you only made the pain worse.”

Misa loosened her hold on me and I faced her. She gazed down, crying silently. She looked so ashamed I felt guilty for having rejected her. I had never been able to bear seeing Misa crying and I took her back in my arms.

“It’s okay…” I said as I kept her close and her sob gradually faded away. My lips found her cheek, salty with tears, and a soft smile stretched her lips when I rested my head on her shoulder. 

“I don’t want us to hurt each other.” I said sadly. 

“We never wanted to. We won’t again.” 

She said it with a serious determination and I couldn’t help smiling, softened. 

“I know Mis’ but we did, and eventually it had to come out.” I sensed my eyes prickling.

“Escuchame.” She lifted my face, forcing me to look into her eyes. “I was never better without you. I was so worried! I didn’t know how to handle things anymore. It was never because of you!“

“I know, baby” I said. What else could I say, with her desperate eyes locked into my eyes? My feelings for her were urging me to speak more. “Since we’re talking again Mis’ I feel… at peace. In the same time, the idea of losing you again… I can’t. I’ve been there, I was so down. Sometimes it comes back and I can’t breeze…”

Her eyes became shinier again as I held her gaze. It was true, in her arms, loneliness could not find me anymore, but the ghostly feel of hurt still hovered above us. 

Yet I knew that it was time for us to talk, at last, what Misa did, picking up one of the printed photos as she started speaking.

“Since you became photography director, your work always came first. I didn’t think it was really healthy but it seemed important to you, and, it would have been quite a joke to be taught a lesson from a professional athlete working every weekend and going abroad every two weeks… but it was before your accident… Your behavior scared me more than your wounds. I didn’t know what to do. You made me feel like I wasn’t on your side and travelling kept me from looking after you. It was a hard time, Nicky! For me too, it had been hard. I was playing poorly. I was lost, it was too much. But in the end, I felt as though I had run away…“ She let the photo fall onto the floor as fresh tears started to roll down her cheeks. “I do think leaving you was the weakest thing I could have done.”

I was crying too, frozen in the middle of living room, Misa’s words reopening the scares that never healed. Yes I had suffered, but there was so much going on at the time, it was clear that the scars had never been caused by Misa. And now, it was her again who came to hold me back in her arms when we were both trembling. Like I did onto the dance floor, I placed both my hands onto her torso, and took my courage. 

“If it wasn’t for the clause, nothing would have stopped us from dating far sooner and nothing would have torn us apart. I know I hurt you and I’m sorry Misa. I’m not saying leaving me was the right thing to do, but I don’t think it was weak. I know you did because you thought it would be better for both of us.”

I exhaled deeply. Yes, everything was clear now.

“And maybe it could have made our lives simpler, but certainly not better… at least not for me.” I continued.

Misa’s intense stare helped me find the strength to fully open my heart again. I took a deep breath. I spent a few seconds trying to find the words and let what they implied about my professional future sink in. 

“I don’t want a thriving, creative and ambitious career… without you“

For all answer, the young woman’s cries intensified. She held me tighter than a ball after a penalty.

“Te quiero! Te amo Nicky!“ She sobbed, “I shouldn’t but I’m so happy to hear that” she said, her cries turning into a wet chuckle. "I’ll wait for you, as long as you need to find a new job. I know I need to be more patient…“

We locked our wet eyes again. I wiped the tears from her face delicately. 

“You, impatient?” I teased her, sending her smiling apologetically. 

I drove Misa to the window, the Ciudad Real Madrid was in sight in the distance. 

“I do trust you Mis'” I confessed. I faced her, lowering my gaze to her mouth. “because I love you...”

She approached her face slowly and wrapped her lips around mine as I hugged her without any restraint. 

“I love you! You are so….” I began, drunk with her taste. 

“Attractive, strong, brilliant, funny… I know, I know.” She cut in, obnoxious.

“Unbearable!” I shouldered her away from me, irritated to still be charmed by her silly personality. “Breakfast's probably colder than a goalkeeper at the Ciudad by now”, I said.

“One keeper can’t feel the cold,“ She replied, kissing me on the forehead.

✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧

[museanddream]

Misa to Arsenal reminded me of something so I went digging through the abandoned fic graveyard and found this from last year 🤭

[yledom]

¿Alguna más desesperada por saber dónde va a jugar Misa la temporada que viene? 🤣

[misettemisette]

Desesperada es la palabra correcta 🥲 🌫️

[misettemisette]

Hi how are you doing

Have you seen the latest pic on misa 's story on insta 🥵

You mean THAT pic ?

I’m fine perfectly fineeeeee

Who else is fineeeee?

[yledom]

Misa is everything that’s right in this world. 🇮🇨🇮🇨🤣🤣

[misettemisette]

🙂‍↕️

[didalexiabreakupwitholgaisback]

the girls just vibing and then men showing up to ruin the moment. las caras, juan, las caras! 😬

[misettemisette]

Send help 🆘

[xiii-ap]

Extra time in Ibiza | Alexia Putellas x Misa Rodríguez x Reader

Summary : You've spent all year trying to make the timing work. Between matches, schedules, and bad luck, it never happened. Until Ibiza finally gives you, Misa, and Alexia the one thing you've been missing : time.

Pairing : Alexia Putellas x Misa Rodríguez x Reader

Word count : 9.2k

A/n : Finally had a free weekend and ended up spending half of it writing a smut fic... Not much plot in this one, just self-indulgence, enjoy. (yes I accidently deleted it, so I'm reposting it)

Warnings : 18+ (like the whole thing)

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Misa is on the couch while you’re settled comfortably in her arms. Most of your friends are on the foredeck of the boat, tanning. You started feeling a bit too hot under the blazing sun and chose to head back to the covered deck, and Misa, being a good girlfriend, insisted on coming along with you.

You met Misa years ago, during her first season in Madrid while you were still at uni. The connection was immediate, you just clicked. You yap together about random things for hours, there’s nobody you laugh as much with, and you entirely match each other’s confidence. Misa makes loving her easy, because loving your best friend is, in a way you never thought possible.

There’s also the sex. Much as you can resent football for the toll it takes on your girlfriend’s mental health, you have zero problem admitting the sport has its perks. This includes an insane amount of stamina and a body you could die for.

“What are you thinking about querida ? You’re quiet,” Misa whispers in your ear.

“Just thinking about how sexy you are.” She lets out a surprised but satisfied chuckle.

The arm around your midriff moves, her hand traveling down from your hip to settle firmly on the inside of your thigh with a possessive squeeze. Misa begins kissing whatever skin she can reach, targeting the sensitive spot behind your ear until you tilt your neck to grant her better access.

“That’s why you wanted to get away from the sun then ?”

You both jump, Misa removing her hand as if it burns. Your heartbeat calms down the moment you realize it’s just Alexia, glancing at both of you with a very amused expression.

“Ale, you can’t do that,” you reprimand, throwing her a dark look. She’s resting against a pillar, her stupidly expensive Balenciaga football shirt back on.

She shrugs. “Of course I can.” She moves over, taking a seat at the other end of the couch and glancing between the two of you. Misa immediately slides her arm back around your waist, openly pouting from being interrupted. This is definitely continuing later when you're finally alone. Or, looking at Alexia, maybe not so alone.

Misa has introduced you to a lot of football circles, for quite obvious reasons. You didn’t think much about Alexia Putellas at first. She was a bit more introverted than the people you usually hung out with, carrying a carefulness about her appearance and personal life that she’d had to learn against her will. The two of you didn’t hit it off immediately, and at the time you didn’t care much about that.

Then Misa and her got closer and closer. Alexia was there for your girlfriend during some incredibly difficult times, something you’re eternally grateful for. By association, you got to know her on a deeper level, and you quickly realized that you quite liked the woman behind the billboards.

Once trust is earned, she’s open and playful. Despite her protests, you realize she actually enjoys being teased. It makes her feel more normal. She’s still attached to control and appearance a bit too much, but you’ve learned with time that, in the right context, even that can be taken from her.

The shift happened last summer, following Alexia’s breakup. Misa had started trying to plant the idea in your head that it might be fun to try inviting someone else into your bed. She genuinely believed she was being smooth, but despite all your girlfriend’s amazing qualities, subtlety is far from being one of them.

Eventually, you had enough and decided to cut to the chase, asking Misa flat-out if this was a generic fantasy or if she actually had someone in mind. She sheepishly admitted it stemmed from a drunken talk she’d had with Alexia just after the Euro. Your girlfriend had stepped up to comfort her teammates despite her own heartbreak of being left off the squad, and she had wanted your opinion before bringing the idea up to the midfielder sober.

You had taken a few days to really think about it, your girlfriend not broaching the subject again before you did so yourself, and you hadn’t missed the flash of excitement in Misa’s eyes when you finally agreed to it.

Your girlfriend was the one in charge of setting it up, and between everyone’s schedules, it took a little while to do so. Eventually, Alexia came over to your shared Madrid apartment. The experience was great, even if far from perfect. There was a mixed clumsiness from it being your first time with Alexia and the first threesome for everyone involved, which meant a lot of fumbling and a few awkward moments.

The whole experience was good enough for you to do it again twice over the summer, with things getting better each time. But then the season started, and finding a window where everyone was free became incredibly hard to pull off.

There was Misa categorically refusing to do it after a Clásico, despite it being the perfect occasion logistics-wise. You never pushed against this boundary, knowing your girlfriend’s headspace after those games is always complicated, and that what she seeks sexually afterward is far more tender than usual.

Then there was Alexia’s insane schedule, which made you wonder how the woman was even surviving at all in her day-to-day life. The few moments when she was available in Madrid were in the middle of a weekday, right when you were stuck at work. You already had to take enough days off just to bend around Misa’s schedule, you couldn’t reasonably burn another day off just to have sex.

The one time everything was set up, with a full night available and Alexia in Madrid, you got your period a few hours before, several days earlier than expected. You had rarely felt that much frustration. Alexia still came over, and you ended up playing board games instead, with both Misa and Alexia pouting after you won because they’re the sorest losers you know.

So, the moment this Ibiza vacation was locked in, the same lingering possibility took root in both your and Misa’s minds : this was the chance to finally make it happen under perfect conditions. You might have even packed your luggage together with that specific goal in mind.

You look over at Alexia, still sitting at the other end of the couch. “Anything planned tonight, Ale ?” you ask casually. Beside you, you feel Misa shiver at the heavy implication behind your words.

 “I think the others are trying to organize something,” Ale replies smoothly. “They’ve been looking at clubs.”

“Well, we sadly won’t be able to attend. We’re having a date night,” Misa says. She drops a kiss onto your shoulder, but the intensity in Alexia’s gaze tells you that Misa is looking straight at her as she says it.

Alexia’s eyes shift to you, and you flash her a knowing wink, gaining a little one-sided smirk in response. “Booked a reservation and everything ?” Alexia feigns curiosity.

“No, just planning to stay at the little house we booked. It’s very private, you know.” Misa’s palm gets back to its position on the inside of your thigh, right where it was before Alexia interrupted. You can feel yourself starting to get slightly wet, thankfully not too much for now. It’s not just the three of you on the boat today.

Alexia stands up from the couch. “I’ll let the two of you enjoy your alone time together here,” she says aloud. Then, she steps closer to you both. “Text me the address,” she whispers softly, before turning and heading back to where the others are tanning.

Alexia only joins you after dinner. You’re in one of the loungers next to the small swimming pool attached to the rental house as Misa gets up to get her after hearing the doorbell. Alexia is dressed differently from earlier, now in a crop-top that lets you see a generous part of her stomach and in criminally short shorts.

There’s this lingering air of awkwardness, the kind where nobody really knows their place because it’s still such an unusual situation. You decide to take the lead, shifting on your lounger to look up and lock eyes with Alexia. “Can we get you something to eat or drink ?” you ask, then mark a small pause, tilting your head slightly. “Or do you want to visit the bedroom per chance ?”

That gets a genuine smile out of the midfielder, clearly relieved not to be the one expected to directly broach the subject. “Bedroom sounds good.”

You stand up from the lounger, hooking your index finger into one of the belt loops of Alexia’s shorts to playfully guide her inside, eliciting a soft chuckle from her. As you walk, you look back over your shoulder to make sure Misa is following close behind too.

The bedroom is spacious, easily big enough for a king bed and to leave your open suitcases lying on the floor. The A/C hums softly in the background, chilling the air against your skin. You wrap your arms around Alexia’s hips from behind, pulling her back against your chest. “Same as last time, yeah ? Anyone can stop at any moment. Tell us what you want, and always communicate.”

“Noted,” Alexia breathes out as you brush her hair over to one shoulder, clearing the path to drop soft, lingering kisses along the warm skin of her neck.

Misa moves to sit in the middle of the bed, and you gently guide Alexia toward her as you climb onto the mattress yourself. You kiss your girlfriend first, lips you know by heart by now, and you can feel her smiling against your mouth. Sitting back against the pillows, you tap your lap. “Come here,” you say softly to Alexia.

She executes without complain, you know by now she prefers when Misa or you lead at the start.

You slip the hair tie off your wrist and hand it to Alexia, knowing it will make the logistics much easier. As she lifts her arms to tie her hair back, you turn your attention to Misa, cupping her jaw to pull her into a deep, lingering kiss.

One of your hands travels up Misa’s thigh while the other remains anchored firmly on Alexia’s hip. You break the kiss with Misa when you feel the warm and wet sensation of Alexia’s tongue against your neck. Misa’s focus shifts instantly alongside yours, one of her hands sliding around to Alexia’s back and traveling up under her crop-top.

“Let’s remove it already, no ?” you say as both your hands slide under the fabric to lift it off her, Alexia raising her arms to help you out. You can’t help the grin that breaks across your face at the sudden sight of all that revealed skin and the beautiful absence of a bra. “Come here,” you whisper, shifting both your hands behind her neck to bring her lips down to yours.

The kiss is deep, her mouth warm and her tongue incredibly soft against yours. Between the small, helpless noises escaping Alexia's lips and the shifting weight on the mattress, you know your girlfriend must be doing something behind her. When you finally pull back to catch your breath, you look over to see Misa kissing her way up Alexia’s bare back. She catches you watching and winks the second your gazes meet.

Your tongue traces a slow line up Alexia’s jaw while her hands slide up under your top. “Remove it,” you murmur directly into her ear before nipping gently at her lobe, earning another sharp little noise out of her. Your shirt is discarded onto the floor a second later, and Alexia looks up, her eyes darkening approvingly as she takes in the lingerie underneath.

“New set ?” Misa asks, her eyes sparkling as she takes you in.

“For a special occasion.” You kiss Alexia’s shoulder before gently cupping your girlfriend’s chin to bring her lips to yours while Alexia is sandwiched between you. The movement presses Alexia even closer to you, the warm skin of her front flush against yours. Your hands travel over the hard muscles of her back, highly appreciative of the toned body of an elite footballer. “Not fair that you’re the only one with a shirt, bebé,” you point out to Misa as you break the kiss.

She flashes you a knowing smile, intentionally putting on a show as she pulls her t-shirt off slowly. Alexia lets out a soft murmur of appreciation at the view as the lean muscles and tattoos are revealed. Misa isn’t wearing a bra either, and despite seeing her body hundreds of times before, you still can’t keep your eyes away from her.

“Satisfied ?” Misa asks cockily. You roll your eyes but don’t bother answering her verbally. Instead, your hand moves forward to play with her nipple, instantly earning one of those low, vibrating groans you like so much.

Misa slides her hands onto Alexia’s hips, kissing her shoulder softly as she guides her to the side so her weight isn’t pressing down on you anymore. “Lie down,” your girlfriend instructs. You comply immediately, sinking back into the mattress as you watch Misa's satisfied smile spread across her face.

Misa captures your lips in a deep kiss, hovering just enough to leave room beside you. You feel the mattress dip heavily on the other side of your body. Alexia’s deft fingers quickly unhook and remove your bra. Before you can even process the cool air on your chest, the unexpected heat of her mouth settling onto your nipple earns a startled whimper from you, completely breaking your kiss with your girlfriend.

“Go lower Ale, I’ll take care of her upper body,” Misa directs. Alexia locks her gaze onto yours, silently checking for consent, and you give a tiny nod without a single second of hesitation. Her smile turns hungry as she strips your shorts and underwear down in one swift motion, too consumed by the moment to even acknowledge the lingerie.

Misa leans down to kiss and bite at your neck while one of her hands travels to your breast, squeezing carefully to coax another sharp gasp from you and making your hips buck upward. Alexia immediately anchors her hands on your thighs to steady you as she settles between your legs, her fingers pressing firmly into your skin as she caresses the sensitive flesh.

Alexia starts to kiss the inside of your legs, beginning all the way down at your knees. She’s clearly not in a hurry, her tongue and teeth working the inside of your thighs agonizingly slow. Misa lets out a soft laugh when she hears your small groan of frustration, knowing full well exactly how pent up you are at the moment.

To balance things out, Misa’s mouth drops lower, capturing the breast that isn’t covered by her hand as you arch up into her touch with a desperate moan. The heavy wetness between your legs is starting to feel almost uncomfortable, yet you can’t even rub your thighs together for relief because Alexia keeps them pinned wide open with her hands.

“Ale, come on, stop teasing,” you whine. One of your hands slips down, fingers locking onto her jawline in a desperate attempt to pull her up into you. With a faint smirk, Alexia tilts her head and effortlessly shrugs your grip off. The sudden display of control reminds you that trying to win a battle of strength against a professional athlete is completely useless.

Your eyes snap up to Misa, wide and imploring. “Tell her to hurry up,” you beg.

You can see the brief flash of hesitation in your girlfriend’s eyes before she finally breaks, turning her head down toward Alexia. “Give her what she wants, Ale.”

Alexia looks amused, if anything. She looks up at you, refusing to break eye contact for a single second as she presses her tongue, broad and flat, directly against you. A raw sound tears right out of the lowest part of your throat. “You taste good, cariño,” she hums against you, the vibrations traveling straight through your body.

You don’t even try to answer, completely lost in the sensation. She’s beautifully lazy with it, clearly taking enjoyment in tasting you rather than wanting to push you to the edge just yet. Seeing that you finally got what you wanted, Misa’s mouth returns to your chest, her mouth warm and slick.

You close your eyes, focusing entirely on the overwhelming sensation of both their mouths. You reach down to grab Alexia’s shoulder, sinking your nails into her skin to anchor yourself rather than to direct her. The deep groan she lets out in response reverberates directly against your core, making you whimper.

“Fuck, Ale...” you gasp, completely unraveled the moment her tongue enters you.

Misa bites gently at your nipple, dragging your attention right back to her. “Want me to reward Alexia for taking such good care of you, querida ?” she asks with a glint in her eyes.

You nod in an instant, deeply curious about what your girlfriend has in mind. Misa slides up and off the bed, her absence forcing you to focus entirely on Alexia, who is still anchored between your legs. Alexia takes a quick moment to breathe, looking up at you with a radiant smile and a playful wink before her tongue presses against you once more.

From your position on the mattress, you watch Misa move behind Alexia at the edge of the bed. In one swift motion, she peels the midfielder’s shorts and underwear away, discarding them carelessly onto the floor. Alexia pauses between your legs as Misa takes control of her alignment, firmly pinning Alexia’s head down against you while her hands grip her hips, forcing her to lift her pelvis into the air.

The view of Alexia’s tattooed and muscled back is quite a sight, but her ass up in the air is an even better one. Misa wears that confident smirk of hers, the one you love, where she knows exactly how hot she’s being and looks thoroughly satisfied with herself. Your eyes meet, and her smile only grows bigger.

Your eyes stay locked on Misa while Alexia’s tongue finds your clit again. Without Misa’s weight pinning you down, your hips snap up in the air at the intense contact, forcing Alexia to wrap her forearm heavily over your hips to keep you anchored to the mattress.

Misa keeps her gaze locked onto yours, her expression dark as she grazes Alexia’s folds with two fingers and slides them straight into her own mouth. “She’s so wet from pleasuring you, amor.” Then Misa bends down a bit, biting Alexia’s ass to elicit a small groan that you can feel vibrating directly against yourself.

Without giving Alexia any warning, Misa delivers a long, deliberate lick to her folds. Alexia’s mouth parts in a silent gasp, her eyes growing instantly unfocused as the sensation hits her. Your hand, the one not already resting on her shoulder, moves up to her jaw to cup it firmly, forcing her to look straight at you.

Despite the aching need to have her tongue back between your legs, you let Alexia focus solely on Misa on her for a few moments. You know exactly how talented that mouth and tongue are, and you know just how impossible it is to focus on anything else when Misa takes control.

Trapped in your grip, she is entirely unable to break eye contact. You watch up close as her breathing rapidly grows shallow and ragged under Misa's touch. When her eyelids flutter shut to lose herself in the pleasure, you immediately dig your nails deeper into the skin of her shoulder. A sharp, non-verbal command signaling her to keep her eyes locked onto yours.

The moment Misa pauses to watch you, a frustrated whine of protest breaks out of Alexia from the loss. Misa’s brows furrow instantly. “Hey, I didn’t tell you to stop what you were doing,” she chides, her fingers tangling into the midfielder’s hair as she firmly pushes the back of Alexia’s head, forcing her face right back down between your legs.

Your hand is forced off her jaw, and you grip the sheets tightly in anticipation. Alexia’s tongue hits you in seconds, tearing moans from your throat that are twice as loud as before. “Even more wet than earlier,” Alexia murmurs, a cocky smile flashing on her lips before it’s wiped right off her face as Misa herself slides back into her previous position.

Alexia’s rhythm is far more disorganized than earlier, her mouth unable to fully focus on your pleasure because of what’s happening behind her. But all the little sounds that Misa forces out of her, sounds you can feel vibrating directly against your cunt, more than make up for it. The view in front of you does too.

“I’m starting to get close,” you choke out into the heavy air. No one answers you with words, but seconds later Alexia rips out a far louder, deeper moan than before, her grip on your hip tightening until her nails sink painfully into your side. Cracking your eyes open, you realize Misa has just started using her fingers on her, clearly determined to bring Alexia to the edge right along with you.

Alexia, to her credit, somehow manages to keep her mouth moving against you. Imagining the movement of Misa’s fingers and tongue through Alexia’s raw reactions is an out-of-this-world experience. Combined with the midfielder finally deciding to suck on your clit, you can feel yourself coming completely undone way quicker than anticipated.

You don’t even have the breath to warn them as the air gets completely trapped in your chest, a massive, unstoppable wave of pressure building inside you until your orgasm violently shatters you from the inside out. Your hips tremble against the mattress under the weight of the release, a raw, ragged sound escaping your throat that feels entirely foreign to your own ears.

Alexia’s tongue keeps moving blindly against you, driven by pure momentum, until the blinding overstimulation forces you to clamp your hand over her jaw, clinging to her face because your brain is short-circuiting and you're utterly unable to speak.

Alexia seems to get what you mean, and her head slides out from between your legs to rest heavily on your stomach. You look down, your body still entirely limp from the release, at the scene before your eyes. You can only see the top of Misa’s head from this angle, and the solid arm she has wrapped around Alexia’s lower back to keep her locked in place.

Alexia’s dazed eyes stay glued to your face, totally unfocused. The moment you regain enough strength, you place a heavy hand on her shoulder, anchoring her down to reinforce Misa's grip. Your other hand travels down Alexia’s back, feeling the slick sweat there and the sharp move of her muscles every time Misa hits the right spot, which is often.

You’re too focused on the scene to speak, and Misa’s mouth is too occupied to get any words out, so the only noises that can be heard are the desperate ones tearing out of Alexia’s mouth and the wet sound of fingers sliding in and out. The name of your girlfriend spills from Alexia again and again, making a strange, intoxicating sense of pride bloom deep in your chest.

When Alexia comes, it’s surely not silent. A high, desperate cry tears out of her as you watch, utterly fascinated by the way the climax seizes every muscle in her body before her strength totally vanishes as she collapses flat against the bed. You caress her face gently, feeling the hot rush of her breath flutter directly against your stomach.

You look up at your girlfriend, who simply shrugs, looking way too smug after making Alexia completely boneless. You shake your head with a quiet chuckle as Misa comes to lie right next to you. She leans in to kiss your lips deeply, letting you taste the lingering sweetness of Alexia on her tongue.

The movement clearly sparks an idea in the goalkeeper’s head. She hooks her fingers gently under Alexia’s chin to force her dazed face up, just as Misa takes the very same fingers that were inside Alexia moments ago and presses them deep into your mouth, forcing you to suck them. You can’t catch Alexia’s expression, but you hear the sharp, needy whimper that breaks out of her mouth at the sight.

Sensing your limits, Misa slowly slips her fingers from your lips, acutely aware of how much downtime you need after a release and knowing you aren't ready for anything intense. The room quickly fills with a comfortable silence. You lose yourself in tracing the contours of Alexia’s face with your fingertips, while Misa lazily does the same along the lines of the midfielder's back tattoos.

As your full senses finally come back, you take another long look at your girlfriend. “God, it’s shameful that you’re still wearing your shorts.” Your hand leaves Alexia’s face, your thumb sliding down to lazily caress the waistband of the fabric.

“I’m sure I’ll be out of them soon,” Misa states without a hint of worry. Her attention focuses right back down on the body on top of yours. “Anything in mind for what’s next, Ale?” Her nails drag slowly along Alexia’s spine, making the midfielder shiver against your skin.

Alexia seems to weigh her next words carefully. “I want to taste you too,” she answers, looking straight at Misa.

This gets a million-dollar smile from the goalkeeper. “Who am I to say no to that, hmm ?” Misa turns her gaze down to you. “Any opinion on the subject ?”

You look down at Alexia, who’s looking at you expectantly too, before gazing back up at your girlfriend. “You would look good riding her face, wouldn’t you think?” You catch Alexia’s short intake of breath, and your eyes immediately find hers. “If that’s your thing, obviously.”

Alexia nods eagerly, her eyes shining. “Yes, it absolutely is, don’t worry.” She shifts from her comfortable position on your stomach, and you shiver instantly as the cold air of the A/C meets your damp skin. Misa moves fluidly, clearing space so Alexia can lie right between the two of you.

Your fingers trace the defined muscles of Alexia’s abdomen. You never knew you had such a thing for abs, but it might have become your favorite body part after meeting Misa. Your girlfriend effortlessly strips out of her shorts and underwear, tossing them completely aside.

You remove your hand and just enjoy watching as Misa first sits on Alexia’s stomach. You can see that your girlfriend is already dripping, and you wet your own lips even if you don’t think you’ll have the pleasure of tasting her tonight.

“You’re comfortable in this position ?” Misa asks gently, her fingertips tracing the hard contours of Alexia’s jaw. Alexia nods without a moment's hesitation, and Misa moves. You watch your girlfriend’s carefulness as she lowers herself onto Alexia’s face, linking their fingers together. “If there’s a problem, you squeeze my hand, okay ?”

“Noted,” she answers. Misa grips the headboard to steady herself. Her moan as Alexia licks her for the first time is low, and it sends a jolt of raw electricity straight to your core. You’re entirely content just watching them for a while, soaking in the sounds they both make. It’s a rare, unfiltered view of your girlfriend that you never get to have when it’s your face she’s sitting on.

You start to get horny again, the familiar ache pulling at you, especially because you know that while Misa can and will surely come from being eaten out, it can take her a while. You want to be included in the party.

You start by licking the slick remnants of Misa’s juice from earlier off the defined landscape of Alexia’s abs. You can feel the muscles beneath her skin working rhythmically, and the sensation turns you on more than it has any right to. You take a brief moment to study their position from this new angle. With Misa’s back turned to you, you can’t help but trace every line of the tattoos you know so well with your eyes.

When you decide it’s time to execute your plan, you give Misa’s ass a gentle slap, immediately grabbing her attention. She breaks away from Alexia’s face, turning around to look at you with a flushed expression. “Is everything okay ?”

“Yeah, I just want you to turn around to watch me while I’m eating Ale out.” You hear the whimper from Alexia hearing your plans for her, and you meet her eyes. “I’ll take good care of you, cari,” you reassure her.

“Never doubted that,” she answers easily. You smile and slide between her legs. Misa makes sure Alexia is perfectly positioned, then shifts to sit back on her face, this time facing you. You smirk at your girlfriend before tasting Alexia for what is technically the second time tonight, while Misa keeps her hands firmly on Alexia’s hips to hold her steady for you.

Your eyes never leave Misa as you focus entirely on eating Alexia out. Alexia’s sounds are mostly muffled, but Misa’s are clearly not. Alexia tastes divine, and you keep a steady hand on her thigh, tracking every rhythmic twitch of the muscles beneath your palm to map out exactly what drives her wild.

Not even Misa can fully muffle Alexia’s moan when you suck on her clit. “You have no idea how good it feels,” Misa pants out, her voice raw.

“I was in your position twenty minutes ago,” you point out, pulling back just long enough to catch your breath for a few moments.

“Then you know exactly how talented her tongue is.” Misa interrupts herself with a sharp, involuntary moan. “Joder, she’s good… maybe even better than you.” She glances down, giving you a playful, knowing wink.

You shake your head, a low chuckle escaping your throat. She’s saying that because she knows you’re not the insecure type. “And she tastes better than you,” you counter. To highlight your point, you dive back in, sharpening your focus on Alexia’s pleasure.

You want to have them come together, so you’re patient and deliberate in your movements. You know Alexia is likely struggling to focus with the added distraction of your attention. As soon as you see those first signs of Misa getting closer, the subtle shifts you now know by heart, you slip two fingers inside Alexia to bridge the gap.

She has already been stretched like that by Misa earlier, and the goalkeeper has bigger fingers than you, so you meet no resistance. You settle on a rhythm that makes Alexia twitch at each stroke, working your tongue and fingers in tandem.

Misa is getting incredibly close, and you know it, you’re almost certain Alexia is too. You don’t take your eyes off Misa, waiting for the moment she closes her eyes and lets her head drop. As soon as that wave of pleasure hits the goalkeeper, the orgasm taking over her body, you curl your fingers just right in the spot you discovered earlier, and Alexia immediately starts to spasm around you. You let her ride the peak of her orgasm, and you carefully withdraw once you feel her body finally settle.

Misa moves away, giving Alexia room to breathe. You crawl up over her, claiming her lips in a kiss that tastes like everything that just happened : Misa’s flavor, yours, and hers. Alexia accepts it at first, but when you attempt to deepen the connection, she nudges you back, still fighting for air. “You two are gonna kill me,” she whispers once her chest has stopped rising and falling in a frantic rhythm.

“Fuck, you’ve discovered our plans,” you joke, brushing your lips against her temple. She lets out a low, tired chuckle against your skin.

A heavy, satisfied silence falls as the room cools down. You can feel the sharp pulse of your own lingering need between your legs, but you purposefully push it aside, knowing you’ll be satisfied soon enough. Misa slides off the bed and moves toward the suitcase, and you don’t even have to watch her to know what she’s looking for

You press a lingering kiss to the side of Alexia’s jaw. “Now, Ale, time to make a decision.” You push yourself up onto your arms, hovering over her so you can look down at her. “Do you want to fuck me with the strap, or do you want to take a strap from Misa ?”

You can see her breath catch at your crude words. There weren't a hundred ways to ask the question anyway, but you still savor the small victory. Alexia’s gaze swings between Misa and you, seemingly unable to answer.

“Fuck, I don’t know, whatever you prefer.” You can see Alexia is not doing that to preserve egos, but truly because she has no idea. You gaze at Misa to get her opinion.

Misa shrugs, leaving the final decision to you. “Your choice, amor. Just tell me what to get out from our stuff.”

You look down at Alexia, a delectable idea crossing your mind. “What about both at the same time?” you suggest, never breaking eye contact with her. “You can fuck me with the strap, while Misa fucks you.”

You can see the desire darkening her already dilated eyes. You glance at your girlfriend, who seems to enjoy the intensity of your idea just as much. “So, two straps?” Misa asks, a wicked glint in her eyes as she reaches for the gear.

You look down at Alexia again, who gives you a slow nod, and you watch as Misa retrieves the necessary objects from the suitcase. You feel a surge of satisfaction, grateful for your own insistence on packing both of them before leaving for the trip.

Misa places them on the bed next to Alexia. “Choose your harness and dildo, and I’ll take the other.”

Alexia looks at you, her eyes searching. “Any preference? It’s going inside you, after all.”

You shrug, despite the fact that you do have a very specific one in mind. “It’s going inside you too. Since you’re the guest, you get first choice.”

Alexia wavers for a second, then makes her move, grabbing a harness and the larger dildo. You keep your expression neutral, but internally you’re satisfied. That’s the one getting inside you, and it was your preference all along.

You help both of them adjust and fasten the straps to their bodies, your excitement rising with every buckle. Once everyone is settled and ready, Misa turns to you both. “What position do you think will work best ?”

“I want to be able to see you,” you demand, your voice brooking no argument.

Misa nods, instantly accepting the terms. “Then side-by-side I think ? You face Alexia, and I’ll take the position behind her. We’ll adjust if necessary.”

“Perfect,” you answer. Alexia settles on her side in the middle of the bed, facing you. You can see the faint glimmer of anticipation in her eyes as your thumbs gently caress her jaw. “As always with us,” you murmur, “the second you’re not sure anymore, you say it, and we will listen.”

“I know,” she replies, her conviction absolute. “Now, come here.” She pats the space beside her, and you close the gap, your skin flushing against hers as you press together. She grips the base of the silicone and guides it to your entrance. “No lube, right ?” she asks, her eyes locked on yours.

“No, I’m wet enough, but go slow.” She nods, her eyes glued to your face, tracking every flicker of emotion for a sign of pain as she starts to push the head of the toy in without much teasing. You do your best to relax. Even with your own arousal, the size is significant, and the friction of going dry makes the insertion an intense, slow-burn adjustment.

Misa moves into position behind you, her hands on your back, anchoring you, as Alexia drives the toy deeper, inch by inch. The stretch sends a perfect, sharp mix of pain and pleasure flooding through your body. You exhale a ragged, “Don’t stop, baby. Just like that,” encouraging Alexia to keep going.

You let out a sharp gasp as Alexia is fully inside you, at least as far as this angle allows. You tuck your head into the crook of her neck, savoring the fullness. “You feel so big, fuck.” Your teeth drag slowly along her earlobe, dragging against the sensitive skin before you stop to suck it, then release it with a lingering pull.

Once Misa is sure everything is perfect on your end, she settles behind Alexia. You watch your girlfriend as she grabs the second toy, it matches yours in length, if not in girth. Even without being able to see it directly, you know the exact moment Misa enters Alexia, marked by the synchronized groan that escapes them both. Alexia instinctively presses her body closer to yours, the movement drawing a sharp, involuntary moan from your own lips.

Your eyes remain locked on your girlfriend’s focused expression. The toy slips into Alexia effortlessly, meeting almost no resistance, and the midfielder begins to move, testing the rhythm. It’s a clumsy, experimental dance as she adjusts to both sensations, but that lack of polish only makes the resulting whimper you let out feel more raw and involuntary.

The initial pace is purely explorative. You let them take the lead, figuring out the best way to make the rhythm work for all of you. For your part, you simply surrender to the overwhelming feeling every time Alexia thrusts into you.

They struggle to find a consistent one, and finally, Misa looks at you. “I think it’s better if you’re on your back, querida,” she suggests. “Movements will be easier than on the side.”

Misa carefully separates herself from Alexia, giving the midfielder room to maneuver. Alexia shifts you onto your back, keeping the toy buried deep within you the entire time. Once you’re positioned, she pulls back until just the head remains, then slams back in, forcing a sharp, involuntary gasp of pleasure from you.

Satisfied that everything is locked in, Misa shoves Alexia flush against you and moves back behind her. She enters Alexia with far less ceremony this time, and the resulting whine escapes Alexia’s lips directly into your ear, vibrating against your skin.

At first, it’s Misa dictating the rhythm. She grabs Alexia’s hips, pulling her back before snapping them forward in a sharp thrust, pulling a dual moan from both of you. The pace is torture, slow and deep, stretching you to your limit with every single thrust while Misa waits for Alexia to truly find the movement.

Then, Alexia begins to take more control. She finds the perfect angle for her back-and-forth rhythm, impaling herself on Misa before thrusting deep into you. Your eyes remain locked on Misa, watching her gaze flicker hungrily between your face and the sight of Alexia’s body rhythmically meeting her own.

You doubt it’s creating much friction for her, but based on her unfocused eyes she doesn’t care much about the physical part and is just enjoying the vision and the raw reality of what’s happening.

The sight of Misa, the crushing weight of Alexia, and the undeniable power of those snapping hips is truly intoxicating. It’s what pushes you into a frenzy. You let out a chorus of whimpers and moans into Alexia’s ear, your arms dragging her closer against your shoulders. You’re slick, soaked through, and the friction has vanished, leaving only a deep, seamless slide with every single movement.

You grab her chin, forcing her to lock eyes with you. “How does my girlfriend feel inside you?” you murmur.

 “Fucking perfect,” she gasps out, making you impossibly wetter. “Joder !” she cries out a moment later as Misa delivers a powerful, authoritative snap of her hips, a clear signal that she, too, appreciates the answer.

It makes a new rhythm take hold. Alexia continues her back-and-forth, but Misa now meets every forward movement, snapping her hips into Alexia at the exact moment the midfielder drives into you. This extra force drives Alexia deeper than you’ve ever felt, reaching sensitive depths that even Misa rarely touches. You find yourself incredibly grateful for the absence of neighbors as the sound of your combined pleasure fills the room.

Time ceases to exist, you’re completely wrapped in the sheer intensity of the sensation. You don’t have to do anything but trail your hands over Alexia’s body, letting yourself be moved.

You fight the instinct to close your eyes, refusing to miss a moment of Misa : the small furrow of concentration between her brows, the low growls she releases with every snap of her hips, and the way her fingers dig into Alexia’s skin, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises.

“I’m so close,” Alexia whispers against your skin, her voice so faint you aren't sure she even meant for you to hear it. Her breathing is ragged, falling in quick, broken gasps against your neck, exposing exactly how far gone she truly is.

Misa doesn’t hear the words, but she clearly senses that Alexia is close. Her thrusts become absolutely unforgiving, the wet, rhythmic sound of skin against skin turning obscene. The movements inside you slow in consequence, but you hardly care. You’re too busy watching as Alexia collapses into a whimpering, beautiful mess on top of you.

Misa stays up on her hands, using every ounce of her strength to piston in and out of Alexia at a genuinely impressive pace.

There is no way to miss the exact moment the orgasm rips through Alexia’s body. Misa’s name leaves her lips just before the air leaves her lungs, and she is left gasping as every muscle in her body tenses, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Then, she releases all at once, falling totally limp against you, her full weight feeling almost suffocating.

You glance up at Misa, who is wearing the biggest, smuggest smile you’ve ever seen. You shake your head at her, thoroughly amused, and she simply winks back. She eases herself out of Alexia, the dildo pulling free with a loud, wet sound that cuts through the quiet of the room.

You’d be almost worried that Alexia had passed out if it wasn't for her loud, ragged breathing against the side of your neck. “Everything okay, princesa ?” you ask softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She nods faintly, clearly still too drained to get any sound out right now.

You can painfully feel your own arousal, heightened by the fact that Alexia is still resting inside you, but you keep it contained until she starts to stir. Misa slides over to lie beside you, her thumb gently brushing Alexia’s cheek. “I’d ask if you had another round in you,” she murmurs, a small, knowing smile on her lips, “but I think I already know the answer.”

“You broke me, both of you,” Alexia accuses, grumbling against you.

Misa chuckles, but as her gaze shifts to you, she immediately catches your lingering discomfort. She moves behind Alexia, unfastening the straps of the harness to carefully slide the dildo out of you. She drags it lightly across Alexia’s legs before tossing it onto the bed. You look at her with visible gratitude, and she returns it with that small, rare smile, the soft one you love more than anything.

She gets her phone on the nightstand, typing something, making you furrow your eyebrows until she turns it toward you. It’s her note app, with Do you want to finish or are just in the mood to cuddle now ? written. The simple message has a warm feeling taking over your body, shooting straight to your core. Your girlfriend clearly sees it, but she waits for you to mouth finish to her until she puts the phone in the nightstand.

Misa’s expression is utterly sinful as she gazes back at you. But first, she has to shift Alexia off your body. A task that clearly won’t be easy given how dead-weight she is. Misa is incredibly sweet about it, though, her touch remains light against Alexia’s hips, and she leaves soft kisses across her shoulder and back to coax her into easing up.

She gently helps Alexia off you, guiding her to lay back on the bed beside you. When Alexia catches the look passing between you and Misa, she lets out a soft laugh. “Did you get rid of me just to fuck her ?” she asks, her voice a little clearer now. She looks far more awake, still thoroughly spent, but certainly not on the verge of passing out.

“Pretty clearly, no ?” Misa answers, flashing her signature confident smirk at Alexia, who just rolls her eyes in response. Your girlfriend turns her full attention to you. “Everything alright, querida ?” You nod eagerly, sliding your fingers into the space between the harness and her skin to pull her down onto you, earning a delighted, throaty chuckle from her.

“How do you want me, amor?” you say, letting your voice drop an octave. You can feel Alexia’s gaze on you, but your focus remains locked entirely on your girlfriend as she hovers above you.

Misa wets her lips, taking a slow, calculated moment to think before she finally decides. “On top of me,” she answers, her voice low and demanding. “Riding me.”

Your eyes betray your surprise. It’s not your go-to, Misa usually demands more control, and you prefer a speed that is hard to maintain when you’re doing the work. Misa senses your hesitation, and her eyes wordlessly dart to the right, toward Alexia. Suddenly, you understand. She wants to do this for the show, and she’s chosen the position that gives Alexia the best view.

You don’t argue, instead leaning into her shoulders and swapping positions swiftly with Misa’s help. Soon, her hands are on your hips, a grip you know by heart. “Do you want me to change the dildo ?” Misa asks, tipping her chin toward the one sitting on the bed, the same one Alexia was wearing only moments ago.

“No, I just want you inside me,” you murmur shamelessly, your hand tracing the lines of Misa’s upper body as you map her ink and muscle. You earn a deep, guttural groan from the goalkeeper when you take her nipple between your fingers, her composure fraying the moment you touch her.

Misa doesn’t hurry you, she never does. She knows you will always be the one to break first, and she’s content to wait. You take your time, letting the friction build, carefully working to get wet enough again after the lull following Alexia’s climax. You’re mindful of your own limits, you want this to be intense, but you’re smart enough to know that hurting yourself isn't the goal.

You rub yourself against her abs, feeling your juices slick against her skin. When you decide you’re ready, you finally reach for the dildo. Misa lets out a sharp noise of relief, despite her composure, it’s clear she’s been dying to be inside you all along.

You glance to the side at Alexia, whose focus is locked entirely on the scene unfolding before her. You maintain eye contact with her as you move, sinking slowly onto Misa. Your girlfriend’s hands stay grounded on your hips, she doesn't rush you, letting you set the pace for now. You know, however, that the second you give her the word to wreck you, she will.

You groan as you finally sink all the way down, bottoming out against her. You lock eyes with Misa, seeing a raw cocktail of desire and adoration staring back at you. It’s a look that turns you on more than anything else in the world could.

You press your right palm between her breasts, using her body as leverage as you start the up and down movement. With your free hand, you reach down to grab Misa’s hand from your hip, interlacing your fingers with hers. She immediately moves her other hand to clamp around your wrist, pinning it to her chest and effectively giving you full control of the rhythm.

The pace is languid, miles away from the kind of pace you’d use to rush toward a climax. This is purely about savoring each other. You’re both locked into the rhythm, satisfied and slow, while Alexia watches in complete, appreciative silence.

The desire builds slowly inside you, blooming until it becomes an undeniable need for more. You release her hand, a clear signal of your intent, and Misa understands immediately. She moves her hand from your fingers to your hip, gripping you with newfound firmness, while her other hand finds its way to your other side, anchoring you completely.

“Tell me what feels good, bebé,” you breathe out. Misa shifts your hips until she finds the exact angle that grazes her clit just the way she wants, her head dropping back with a sharp exhale. You mirror the rhythm, matching the motion exactly and earning a series of low, needy sounds from her every time you hit the spot.

The pace picks up, Misa steering you toward her pleasure. You glance at Alexia for a second, noticing her hesitation, and arch a brow in challenge. “You can touch, you know.” Before you can even gauge her reaction, Misa pulls you into the perfect angle. “Fuck, amor,” you gasp, voice breaking. “Just like that.”

Alexia hesitates for one final heartbeat, as if unsure whether to break the spell you’ve cast, but then she crawls forward. She starts by pressing her lips against Misa’s breast, and it happens at the exact same moment the harness brushes Misa’s clit. The double sensation makes the goalkeeper’s hips snap up violently involuntarily. She drives a hard thrust into you, earning a high-pitched, shattered moan.

You shift your hand to Alexia’s back, using her as leverage to deepen your rhythm. Misa begins to meet you halfway, her body rising to match your thrusts. The sight beneath you is breathtaking : Alexia covering Misa’s entire upper body in a trail of kisses, licks, and sharp, teasing bites.

Your own orgasm begins to coil deep within you, though you can feel Misa hovering much closer to the edge than you are. You reach down and catch one of Alexia’s hands. She offers you a questioning glance, but you don't grace her with an answer. Instead, you simply guide her hand down, pressing it firmly against your clit.

The lightning that strikes through you is immediate and absolute. Even as Alexia leans back down to Misa’s chest, her thumb never falters, continuing its steady, rhythmic work on your clit. The angle of her body is awkward, forcing her to stretch, but she doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest, she’s too caught up in the heat of the moment.

Misa is frantic, chasing her orgasm against you, while you are equally desperate, chasing yours against her. The sound is obscene every time your bodies collide. You can feel the moment of release drawing near, that heavy, electric pull only intensified by the steady, expert work of Alexia’s hand.

You make the effort to open your eyes, just to watch your girlfriend. Because of the way Alexia is positioned, you have a perfect view of Misa’s body rising and falling, her abs contracting with every single thrust. You will forever be impressed by her stamina, you know for a fact that you wouldn’t have been able to handle even a quarter of what she’s doing right now.

Your second orgasm hits you, a whole new wave of warmth transcending your body, burning you alive as pleasure vibrates through every nerve. You aren't even aware of the sounds you’re making, but you know for certain that you aren't silent.

Misa keeps pistoning into you as you slowly drift back to earth. You’re bordering on overstimulation, but you grit your teeth and stay with her, knowing she is right on the edge. Alexia has stepped back, leaving the two of you alone in the finish.

Moments later, Misa shatters. She holds your hips tight, pinning your pelvis against her, a groan coming out from the depths of her body, until she finally collapses back against the mattress, breathing hard as her abs contract and relax in a frantic, fading rhythm.

You nearly collapse forward from sheer exhaustion, but Alexia’s hands are there to replace Misa’s on your hips. She lifts you just enough to slide the dildo free before letting you sink down to rest against your girlfriend’s body.

The A/C hits your skin like a blessing, and you barely register Alexia’s fingers wandering over your arm. You’re drained, completely empty, and the silence in the room suggests Misa and Alexia are the same. Misa reaches out with her free arm, inviting Alexia in, and you watch as they settle together, finally finding rest.

“Clearly the best one we’ve done together,” Alexia murmurs, her voice thick with contentment.

You can’t help but hum in agreement, already feeling yourself drifting off into the warmth of the bed. Misa shakes you gently, a soft smile in her voice. “No, querida, there’s still a shower to take.”

You groan in protest, cracking one eye open to glare at your girlfriend, who only looks amused by your misery. The pleasure had made you overlook the cost, but now you’re definitely feeling the consequences of your efforts, especially in the ache of your thighs and abs. You already know the soreness is going to be hell tomorrow. “I can’t feel my legs,” you complain.

“Then I will carry you everywhere tomorrow,” Misa answers without a second's hesitation, her tone entirely serious.

“You two are so in love it’s making me sick,” Alexia states, the dry comment earning a startled, breathless laugh from both you and your girlfriend.

“If we weren’t together, you wouldn’t have gotten to experience that,” you tease. “And it seemed to have satisfied you quite a lot.”

“You two are incredible,” Alexia says shamelessly, not even trying to hide her satisfaction. “I’ll let you know when I’m in Spain after my vacation and before preseason starts. We absolutely have to do this again.”

Misa shakes her head, already moving. “We won't be doing anything ever again if nobody takes a shower,” she declares, hauling the two of you up with her. “I’m incredibly sticky, and I honestly hate it.”

By the time the room settles, Alexia is tucked firmly between the two of you. She’s pressed against Misa’s front, while you wrap yourself around Alexia’s back, holding on tight like a koala as you all drift off to sleep.

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A/n : Hope you all like it as much as I enjoyed writing it !

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Hi my lovelies, so now we know that Misa is leaving Real Madrid (thank fuck) I thought I’d do a little thing about Vida coming to surprise her for her last game. I’m sorry it took a minute to get out but, I hope you enjoy.

Surprises

Misa Rodríguez x Reader

Description: you surprise Misa at her last game for Real Madrid.

TW: Smut, 18+, Oral sex (R giving), Missionary (R giving)

Long Distance Masterlist

“Mi Vida?” Misa’s eyes were wide as she spotted you on the sideline.

“Hola,” you said brightly, half laughing through tears that pricked at your eyes.

“Que-wh-huh?” You could see her struggling to understand that you were actually there, in front of her.

“Hi.” You laughed again.

“How?” She eventually settled on. You shrugged, beaming merrily.

“Magic.” You wiggled your eyebrows.

She was closer now, close enough that you could smell her perfume mixed with the salty scent of her skin.

“I’m all sweaty.” She sounded almost apologetic.

“I literally couldn’t give a flying fuck.” You reached for her, fisting her jersey and tugging her to you.

Her lips ghosted over yours. You shuddered. She was so close, millimetres away, just a little nudge and her mouth would be against your own. It had been far too long since you sure her. Her body was warm against your own. You could feel her warmth radiating off her in waves.

Carefully, she pressed her forehead against yours.

“How are you here?” You could feel her breath against yours lips, one of her rough yet gentle hands cupping your jaw as the other found your hip.

“I told you, baby, magia.” Magic

“You’re meant to be at the parade. You told me you couldn’t-”

“For crying out loud, Misa, kiss the girl.” Misa was cut off by a Scottish accent.

Misa didn’t need to be told twice.

You started to smile but her warm, soft lips were gentle as she kissed you. You were enveloped with the scent of her. She was everywhere, on your tongue, against your skin, in your nose. You were overwhelmed in the best way. Her lips slotted against yours so perfectly as you heard her team wolf whistling at the scene.

“Te amo,” she mumbled lowly against your lips as she pulled away.

“I love you,” you replied just as quietly.

She tugged you into her, burying her face against your neck as she inhale deeply. You felt her press another kiss against your skin as you whispered quietly in her ear. “Proud of you, baby.” You punctuated your words with a kiss to her temple. You felt her squeeze you a little tighter.

The rest of the afternoon was a whirlwind to say the least. Between the tears and the laughter, you weren’t too sure what was happening. But either way, you ended the night in her bed, the soft sheets smelling exactly like home. Misa was on top of you, her face bare, her hair loose around her shoulders.

“Six years,” she whispered into the skin of your neck. “152 games.” You ran your fingers across her shoulders. You hummed, pressing a kiss to her temple. “My pretty goalkeeper.” You could feel her blush blazing across, the skin heating against your own.

Misa lifted her head. You melted as you looked into her eyes. You could spend hours staring into them, getting lost in the dark flecks, the way the crinkled as she smiled, they way they told you everything, even if she didn’t want you to know.

Carefully, you reached up to cup Misa’s jaw. “Bésame, María.” Kiss me

She smiled, small at first but quickly turned into her usual dazzling one. “Mi vida.”

Kissing Misa was your favourite thing in the world. Everything else paled in comparison. There was something about the way she pressed into you. The way she made you feel so loved, so cherished. Her lips felt as soft as feathers as they worked against yours.

She moved further down your body, her lips and tongue tracing a line along your skin. You gasped, chest heaving as she sucked a pink bruise into your neck.

“A hickie?” You asked breathlessly. “What are you? 15 and it’s your first time with a girl?”

“You love when I mark you up,” she said gruffly.

“You know it, baby.” You winked and arched into her hand as squeezed your tit.

You pulled at her shirt, bunching it up to expose her smooth, tanned skin. She got the message, lifting up to tug her shirt over her head. You let your eyes rake over her body, drinking her in eagerly.

“Are you 15 and it’s your first time with a girl?” She teased, watching you look at her. You just rolled your eyes, taking the time to shed your own top. “How do you want it, mi vida?” She settled back against you, her body resting against yours.

“Hmmm,” you wrapped your legs around her waist. “I think …” you rolled gently to the side, pushing her over until she was resting on her back. “I want …” you took her hands lifting them up to pin them above her head. “You.”

“¿A mí?” Me

“Sí, tú.” Yes, you

You looked at her, smoothing some hair away from her forehead. “I want you, in every way you will let me.” You leaned down, pressing a kiss to her cheek before moving to whisper in her ear. “I want your taste on my lips.” You bite down gently on her earlobe. “I want your scratch marks on my back.” You moved over to the other side, inhaling as you went. You caught her eyes widening at your words. “I want you to be feeling so good you can’t even move tomorrow.”

Misa let out a stuttering breath. “Fuck me, mi vida. Make me feel good.”

“It would be my pleasure.”

You took your time easing yourself down her body - lips chasing hands as you left a blazing trail against Misa’s skin. She arched into you, her hands gripping the bedding beneath her as you danced along her skin.

You smiled into the skin just below her belly button, enjoying how Misa writhed. “Mi vida,” she begged, “por favor, do something.” please

Carefully, you ran a hand across her hips, starting at her waist drifting lighter and lighter until you were ghosting across her thighs. Her hips bucked, chasing the promise of relief. You smiled again, pressing a kiss to her hipbone. You slid a finger underneath the elastic of her underwear, snapping it against her tanned skin.

She jerked, jolting at the sharp sting. Misa’s body felt like it was on fire, electricity soaring through her as you teased.

“Beautiful,” you whispered. You looked up, locking eyes with her. She smiled shyly. “Can I take these off?” you asked softly.

She nodded, smoothing your hair back.

“Palabras, baby.” Words

“Sí, mi vida.”

“My good girl.” You saw the way Misa’s body reacted, the squirm of her hips, the reddening of her chest and cheeks. “My gorgeous, stunning, beautiful good girl.” Each word was punctuated with a peck as you peeled away her underwear, flinging them somewhere behind you.

You settled back between Misa’s thighs, inhaling the salty sweet scent that had your mouth watering. You started gently - kissing the inside of her legs until they were covering in a smattering of pink splotches. Misa was beside herself with want. Her face was flushed and hair a mess as she moved around, desperate for some kind of release.

“¡Oh, Dios mío! Mi vida, por favor. Make me cum, I’m desperate,” Oh, my god! Mi vida, please she whined. You took mercy on her, humming happily before diving in.

She tasted divine, even more perfect than you remember - sweet, salty and something else. You almost purred at the sensations. Misa moaned above you, her voice raspy as the bubble in her belly began to grow. She started to babble, sentences you could only half translate about how good she felt, how fantastic you were, how much she loved you.

Eventually, you readjusted yourself, easing a finger inside her. It was warm and wet as you crooked your finger, finding that spongey spot that had her seeing stars. Misa jerked her hips, matching your rhythm as she chased her high. Both of her hands found your hair, entangling themselves and gripping almost painfully as the band inside her tightened.

She was close, you could tell. One heel dug into your back as she bowed her body. “Mi vida, mi vida.” She squirmed again. Her voice had a breathless quality to it - the telltale sigh she was just about to jump off the edge. “Dios mío, mi vida, mierda.” My god, mi vida, shit

You kept your pace steady, applying the perfect amount of pressure to her clit.

“I’m cumming!” Misa gasped out. The bubble burst as a tsunami of pleasure surged through her body. You felt her hands tightened in your hair as you continued to lap at her, bringing wave after wave of electricity across her veins.

Finally, she stopped rocking. Her hands loosened as she shuttered. You pulled back, just as breathless as Misa was.

“Mierda, you’re good at that.” Fuck she panted. You wiggled an eyebrow, moving to lean against her body.

“Only the best for my baby.”

“Tuya,” Yours she echoed. You leaned down, kissing her deeply. She moaned at the taste of herself on your tongue.

“Now then,” you said as you straddled her. “That’s one of my wants achieved. What was the other one?” You asked playfully.

“Scratch marks.” Misa whispered whilst blushing heavily.

“What?”

“Scratch marks on your back …” she trailed off. “Because you fucked me so good.”

“Sí, baby. Because I fucked you so good,” you leant down, “you couldn’t help yourself,” you whispered sinfully against her lips. “Because you were just too far gone that you wanted me deeper and deeper. That you felt that fucking fantastic, you just had to do it.”

You could feel yourself getting wetter at your words, the wicked images dancing across your mind’s eye.

“Get the strap,” Misa said lowly.

You moved around the bedroom with practiced ease. You felt Misa’s eyes on you the whole time, so much so that you couldn’t help but make a little show of it. You took your time slipping into the harness and securing the buckles. You deliberately slowed down as you clipped the red dildo into place. You smiled to yourself as you saw Misa’s hand slip between her thighs, touching herself with a gentle sigh.

By the time you had settled back onto the bed, Misa was dripping again, her body thrumming with anticipation.

Misa reached for you, bringing you back to kiss you messily. You threaded one hand into her hair as you rested your weight on your elbow. The other, you allowed to wander. You skimmed over her shoulders and down the valley of her tits, pausing to play with one of her nipples as you continued to kiss her.

Carefully, you pressed yourself against her. Misa gasped, forcing herself to break the kiss as she felt the toy against her heated skin. It was cool in a way that had her mind reeling.

“It’s been a while since you took the strap,” you muttered.

“Go slow, ok?” You could hear the slight hint of worry in her voice.

“Of course, I’ve got you, baby.” You kissed her again, feeling her relax against the mattress.

“Open your legs for me,” you commended quietly, leaning back to get a better angle. She did as you asked, widening her hips as you lined yourself up. You studied her face, watching for any minute changes as you squeezed some lube onto the toy as ran it up and down her folds.

Misa stuttered as you tapped gently on her clit, a small moan escaping her lips.

“Mi vida,” she whispered. “Por favor, inside. I need it. I need you.” You nodded, easing forward and watching as the bulbous tip of the toy stretched her open. It was your turn to moan - a breathy, quiet sound. Misa’s eyes scrunched, unaccustomed to the intrusion.

“Breathe, baby,” You urged. She took a deep breath, opening her eyes and finding yours. You rested your hand on her hip, rubbing soothing circles with your thumb.

You moved slowly, stopping as you finally were resting against her hips, fully buried inside her.

“María,” you whispered, almost reverently. “I love you.”

“Te amo.” I love you The reply was instantaneous.

After a few moments, Misa rocked her hips experimentally. She gasped, the initially sting fading into the promise of pleasure.

“Por favor,” please she gasped out. You kissed her again before moving your own hips. She sighed as she felt the drag of the plastic, feeling every inch as you moved within her.

You rocked slowly, studying her face as she closed her eyes. Misa’s legs tightened around your waist, her heels urging you deeper.

“Más.” More Her voice was low in your ear. You followed her instructions, thrusting yourself deeper, increasing the speed as you went. You reached between you, stopping briefly (your heart fluttered at the almost pathetic little whimper Misa let out) to find the small little button at the base of the toy. With a quiet click, the toy buzzed into life.

Misa gasped, her body jolting almost violently as she was overwhelmed with pleasure. “Joder, you’re going to be the death of me,” she grunted.

“Don’t die on me, baby. Gotta make you my wife first.” You teased, kissed her soundly and swallowing up the hoarse moan that escaped her lips.

“Tu esposa,” your wife Misa gasped. “I like the sound of that.” You didn’t bother replying, just grinding your hips hard and faster, giving her more of what she wanted most in that moment.

Misa moved her arms, wrapping them tightly around your neck and shoulders, drawing you close. With the new angle, the fabric of your underwear and the strap rubbed deliciously against your clit, the hint of vibration you felt from the toy, it all sent a a tingle shooting up your spine.

“So good, mi vida,” Misa grunted. “Dios mío.” My god

“I’m not god, baby,” you teased.

Electricity dancing across Misa’s skin, every brush of your hips against hers sending her hurtling towards the edge again.

You weren’t too far away either. Everything was almost ok much to bear. The sound of her moans in your ear, the stimulation to your clit, the burn of your thighs - you felt the bubble in your belly grow impossibly bigger.

You felt a sharp sting against your shoulder, followed by another and then another.

You lifted your head, watching in awe as Misa clawed at your back, her face a picture of bliss.

“Gonna,” she stuttered. “Gonna … mierda, I’m cumming” shit

Misa’s back arched, her chest pressing against yours. She came with a shout, waves of pleasure bursting through her. You fucked her through it, chasing your own high.

You came a lot quieter than she did, the world brightening as colour exploded around you.

Eventually, Misa squirmed, her face crinkling with discomfort. You slid you gently, switching the toy off and releasing yourself from the harness with a practiced ease.

“Joder.” Fuck

“My thoughts exactly,” you chuckled quietly, kissing her again.

Silence settled between the two of you, broken only by the heaviness of your breathing. Misa yawned, desire giving way to tiredness.

“You go pee, baby. I’ll clean up here.”

“Think that’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me,” she giggled. You ignored her comment, sliding off her and heading to the draw for new sheets. You watched out of the corner of your eye as she wobbled into the bathroom, pride swelling in your chest as you saw her take unsteady step after unsteady step.

“I don’t know how to feel.” Misa sighed, pushing her hair out of her face as she stepped out of the bathroom.

“Well, I hope you feel fantastic” you giggled. “I just gave you the best orgasms of your life.”

“Not what I meant.” She huffed, rolling her eyes and clambering onto the bed again.

You smiled, laughing gently as you tugged her close to you. “I know, baby.” She rested her head against your chest, slinging one arm over your waist, her legs tangling with yours. Your hands began to move through her hair, playing with it gently.

“I don’t know how to feel,” she repeated. Misa’s voice was as quiet as a mouse - softer than anything you had heard in a while.

“That’s ok.” You didn’t stop your movements, keeping the hypnotic rhythm that was slowly lulling Misa closer and closer to sleep.

“I should feel sad, no?”

“Not necessarily.” Misa begrudgingly lifted her head, eyebrows furrowing as she silently questioned what you meant. “I mean, yeah, it’s normal if you were to feel sad. Six years is a lot, and you’ve been through a lot. But also, Real put you through a lot. And it was tough. I watched you, baby. I watched you get hurt little by little. Particularly these last few seasons. It’s ok to not feel sad too.”

“I’ll miss the people.” She nodded to herself. “Well, some of the people,” she chuckled, tucking her head back down. “And I’ll miss the city.”

“You’ll be back here often enough,” you chuckled. “Las Rozas is literally a half-hour drive from here.”

“Sí, pero … Madrid is … it’s been home for so long.” Yes, but

“It must be scary … moving?”

“Not really.” It was your turn to be confused. You waited for her to elaborate. “I’ve got you. Nothing is scary if I have you.”

“María Isabel, you are so corny.”

“Corny?”

“Corny, like cheesy or sappy.” You could tell she still didn’t know what you meant. “Sentimental?”

“Oh, cursi.” Corny

“Eres tan cursi, then” you are so corny

“Yo no soy” I am not

“Sí es usted.” Yes, you are.

“No, estoy enamorada, there is a difference.” No, I am in love

“Corny.”

“In love.” She stuck her tongue out.

“Whatever.” You wiggled your eyebrows at her. She scrunched her nose adorably.

Misa sighed, smiling to herself. “I still don’t understand how you’re here.”

“I told you earlier, I’m magic.”

“I thought you said you couldn’t get time off. Renee said you had to be at the parade.”

“I’m just that fantastic,” you teased. “I’m magic.”

“Y’know I’ll just text Mario or Codi.”

“And they’ll say the same thing. I am magic. I have superpowers.”

“Lo que.” whatever You could hear the teasing.

A quiet settled over the pair of you. You weren’t too sure how long you laid there. Long enough for Misa’s heart rate to return to normal. Long enough for you to feel yourself drift towards sleep.

“Estás aquí,” You’re here she mumbled.

“Estoy aquí,” I’m here you said just as quietly.

You felt her press a kiss go your chest. “Te amo, mi vida.” I love you

“Love you, baby, so, so much.”

[misettemisette]

Thanks for one of the few topped Misa fics of the world we needed that 😮‍💨

[a-put3llas]

i legit have no words

i’m a sucker for someone with an attractive back🫠

maybe i’m crazy

ik yall see that “Made in Canarias” tat😛

[didalexiabreakupwitholgaisback]

you can tell when people are free of a certain club. they start glowing 🙂‍↕️

[misettemisette]

You may hate Real Madrid but you can’t deny she has always glowed 💫

[a-put3llas]

how can you not love her🥹

[misettemisette]

HOW? 🥹

[misettemisette]

Starting over In Madrid - Season 2 Reposting because of a bug :( please show it some love

Chapter 16 ➺ Winter lights

WC: 5K words TW: angst but not only NB: I recommend listening Formentera by Aitana which is a recurrent song through the story. Should have said it before.

Summary: A new season begins for Nicky, the newly promoted photography director of Real Madrid. Navigating her new responsibilities while maintaining her secret relationship with Misa is not easy on a daily basis, especially when the unpredictability of life keeps making things even more complicated.

Chapter 12 ➺ Better and bitter Chapter 13 ➺ Dangerous steps Chapter 14 ➺ The fall Chapter 15 ➺ Broken nights

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Of course I love her. 

The words kept ringing in my mind as I navigated through the numerous guests, their eyes locked on the frames, unaware of their author escaping through the hall. I was glad they weren’t paying attention to me. I couldn’t wait to reach my small private room where I’d lock myself away for a moment and probably cry. I didn’t know how to deal with what I’d just heard. Even if we had been about to kiss in the elevator just yesterday, hearing those words hit me on another level. I knew now she was suffering, aching like I had been for weeks and it felt impossible to tame my feelings anymore. 

I felt the pain again, blunt and vivid, the tearing sensation of being deprived of her, of a part of myself being ripped apart. I swallowed to help my throat relax, the burning feeling of tears rising in my weary eyes, I quickened my pace therefore, slaloming between people until I ran into Hayley at the end of the gallery. Unable to compose myself, I froze in front of her, her face mirroring my own panic. 

“Not here”, I cut her off before she even spoke and I waved her to follow me to the small room. 

“Nicky!?“, she called in dismay as soon as I had closed the door. 

“It’s her… I overheard her talking to Léa… she said she still loves me…” I bit my lips, fighting against the truth, working madly at preventing the words from leaving my mouth but they came out anyway. “I still love her too, Hayley! I love her so much!” 

Sadness and exhaustion crept up on me. I leant onto the table and Hayley came to hold me in her arms. I let my head fall against her shoulder, realizing how solitary I was since the break up. I had shut myself from most people, including her, my best friend here in Madrid, when I had tried to pull away from everything related to Misa. Now, her soft patting was showing me how much I missed the comforting presence of a friend at my side.

“I know it hurts Sweetie. Breathe. You are still heartbroken and it’s okey to feel that way” Hayley murmured. She didn’t sound surprised by my revelation so I deduced she and the goalkeeper had remained close.

“When does it stop hurting? Is it that hard for her?” I didn’t know why I asked her that, I only knew I had very little control over anything anymore. I could tell Hayley was embarrassed, reluctant to give away her friend’s feelings. However, after a deep sigh, she answered.

“Yes, it has been, and it’s still very hard for her. But you know Misa, she’s buried herself in work so she can’t feel anything”. 

I didn’t know what to answer. I had done pretty much the same, and had thought it was working, but in the end, dismay was as vivid as the first day now that the emotions were resurfacing. Although now, I knew that it was a shared pain and that changed everything.

Hayley nudged me.

“Come on Nicky, it’s your night, you did an amazing work and everybody’s proud of you. You should be proud of yourself and enjoy the moment! What can I do to make you feel better… maybe we could go dancing? I think I’m hearing music! ” 

The energy of the party attracted me. It had been my remedy, but only as a photographer. I hadn’t been part of those nights, not really, and I hadn’t danced for so long. It felt weird just to think about it and I wasn’t sure dancing really appealed to me anymore.

“Nicky! Dance and photography, that’s how we became friend together. Let’s go, girl!” Insisted Hayley.

My first thoughts went to Misa. We had become friend through dance. I remembered our first night at the club in Chueca. I remembered her hips pressing against mine, her strong hold as she conducted our dance, her brown eyes lighting a flame inside my heart. 

The flame had lasted in our hearts until tonight, I thought, almost choking. That thought pulled me toward the dancehall and toward her, suddenly, and I nodded to Hayley.

“Great!” The Aussie triumphed without knowing my inner conflict. 

I followed her back to the gallery. We passed in front of a series of portraits. Face after face scrolled by. The enlarged head of the goalkeeper was among them, her round face in black and white, peering at the horizon, her plump lips bearing the traces of a pout. I remembered when I had taken the shot. She was finishing training and coming back to the locker room, her gloves and a bottle of water in hand. I had followed her and she had turned to an unusual direction with a quick, discreet shove of her head. She had entered a small room. She had pinned me to the wall. I could still feel the taste of her mouth on my tongue right now. 

We reached the dancing hall when I recalled the way her hand had slipped under my pants. Stars had been dancing, I had cried her name in a whisper, and she had held me close, covering my spent face with kisses. “Te amo, guapa,” she had said.

“Sounds good!” Hayley pulled me away from my memories and into the crowd of dancers. I felt awkward in the middle of people having fun, my brain clouded by the memory, the ghostlike feel of Misa making my limbs stiff. I was taken aback, standing still among the moving bodies.

Hayley took my hands gently, “Sweetie, let go.”

She moved slowly, and I tried to follow just as Maelle and Teresa spotted us. They looked so cheerful, so alive, when they joined us. How great it had to be to feel that way! Maybe if I moved with an equal dedication I would taste their joy. I had never given it a try at the club because nobody had been expecting me to do so. Here it was different. I was the focus of attention. Like Maelle and Teresa’s intrigued glances suggested, I was supposed to look happy and accomplished, not lost in melancholy, wiggling weirdly on the dance floor.

Something in my brain snapped, wrecked from trying and failing to fake it. My moves got loose. Fuck them! I was going to dance if that was what everybody wanted! They were all waiting for the photographer of the night to enjoy herself. They were going to have it.

So, suddenly, I danced for real. I smiled, I laughed, I set my mind free. I wasn’t Nicky anymore. I was a photographer on her opening night, celebrating how she was supposed to. The dance floor was becoming crowded and the music louder. It was perfect. Perfect to move along the rhythm and to forget anything else. Misa didn’t exist, I had never met her. I danced and danced, every time more wildly, becoming one with the fake happy woman wearing my face. Hayley was smiling broadly, buying the lie I had crafted for everyone, including myself. The bar was full of partiers waiting for their drinks. I could do with a drink too. It would be a nice reward for having gotten rid of her. Misa was nobody, no one. Why would I feel sad if I was not in love? And if she didn’t exist, why was she sitting on a stool at the bar? Why was she looking at her phone instead of dancing at a party? Why was my heart aching again like somebody had just punched me in the stomach? Why, if I wasn’t in love? 

There was a wave of swirling dancers and the goalkeeper was out of view. I tried to refocus on the dance and on my mascarade but I couldn’t. The impostor was gone, the mask with it. I wanted to find her again. The music changed and the tall persons who were blocking my view walked away. Instantly I stretched my neck, looking for the stool where she had been seated on and found it empty. I couldn’t help but pray she hadn’t gone home. My brain had switched completely once again, driven by an urge to see her as our group was pushed further at the center of the dance floor. And among the waves of moving heads, was her face. She was dancing with Caroline and Signey, looking sightly absorbed by the song’s rhythm. My heart tightened as I realized I felt relieved to see her having fun with her friends. What was going on with me? I couldn’t let myself fall for the goalkeeper after all my efforts to keep my distance! But how could I stay away from her knowing her feelings for me were intact? Maybe that was the reason why I didn’t step back when the crowd pushed our little group closer to hers and when, inevitably, the two groups started to merge into one. 

From the opposite side of the dance circle, Misa took a few seconds to realize I was there. She looked down, embarrassed, her dance suddenly timid. My moves got tensed too, like I had become conscious of every muscle in my body. I tried to relax to blend in with the other girls’ casual dance but the goalie’s presence inside the dance circle was swallowing everything else. Fortunately, nobody cared about us. Time had passed and with nothing to feed it, it was long since the misacertijo had been forgotten. The players seemed to have totally forgotten their past assumptions. They didn’t notice how we kept glancing at each other, swift and shy, and nobody noticed when we locked eyes as a new song began, its first notes connecting our two minds right away. 

Porque desde que estás aquí Aquí cerca de mí Que tú eres mi baby Ese recuerdo de tenerte sin ropa

Memories linked our bodies, a string between us, a beam of sorrow. 

A wild dance beside a pool. 

Delicate hands healing a wound.

New movements of the crowd made us break our eye contact, people were having their ways through our circle and our group dissolved in the mass of dancers. For a moment, I was lost in the sea of faceless people, their joy and energy repelling me suddenly. My constant fight against my feelings was wearing me down to the bone. I knew it was time to go out to smoke to avoid another mental breakdown. With any luck, a cigarette would grant me the blank, numbed mind I needed so much. 

My arms carved a path between moving bodies, some of them huddled together. I shouldered my way a few more feet, the edge of the dance floor in sight. A perfume reached my nostrils, sweet and floral. A head turned around, its dark brown dyed hair swirling, spreading the suffocating scent all around. And her beautiful face was there, right in front of me. 

We locked eyes again, the string between us back and stretched to the maximum as her longing froze my body onto the spot. At that moment, all I could think of was how insanely attractive she was.

Porque desde que estás aquí Aquí cerca de mí Que tú eres mi baby Ese recuerdo de tenerte sin ropa

My brain recomposed her soft and slender voice singing in place of Aitana, and I pictured her taking care of my wounds, lying on her sofa. Her concentrated features merged with the troubled ones standing in front of me and a foolish force pulled my body forward, surprising the goalkeeper who opened her eyes wide, her confusion showing more as I placed my hand onto her arm. I realized she was looking, astonished, at the bracelet attached to my wrist. 

I withdrew my hand immediately but my gaze rested hesitantly on hers. I didn’t know why I had done so, I only knew I could not stand to see her in pain. Misa was frozen too, unblinking, her chest rising up and down faster as I opened my mouth, wishing, willing to find the right words to say. Because of what I had eavesdropped, I knew something she didn’t and I wanted to fix that, to make things fair. I wanted to let her know that I shared that pain, that she wasn’t alone, and that if I could, I would give anything to take both of our pain away. But keeping her bracelet had already proved that and I fell short of what else I could come up with. 

I hadn’t had time to say anything. Somebody jostled me rather roughly and I plunged forward right against the young goalie. Strong arms took me, wrapping themselves around me as I regained my balance. More people pushed around us, trying to exit the dance floor, and Misa had no choice but to hold me against her, our faces barely inches away from each other. 

The feel of her embrace shrouded me, overwhelming. I was in the elevator again but I had no panic attack this time, drowning in her perfume, aware of her cheek brushing mine as I stayed pressed against her hard muscular body. My arms were folded between our chests, my hands closed in two fists. Misa was barely moving, unfailing at protecting me from the movements of the crowd. 

A few seconds later, people had stopped swirling in every direction and had settled in tight groups, giving us back some space. However, I was once again unable to stop breathing in that intoxicated scent of her and leave the powerful and reassuring hold of her arms.

Not now. One more second, please. Just one. 

Another one. To lose myself in it, in her. 

To forget. 

We broke up. 

The thought of us stabbed me like a knife, sharp and piercing, and I pulled back suddenly but only to fall into her lost eyes. I was taller because of the hills and my glance unusually leveled with hers, suspended. Her face was so damned beautiful, she had put light make up on, her smoky eyes enhancing her gaze which was already so intense. Resting on her chest, my fists unfolded and lay flat on the skin of her neckline, moist under my palms. She had loosened her grasp but had not let me go completely. Anyway, it was those brown almond-shaped eyes that were ensnaring me as they begged me to stay here. The pulled string had now shrunk to inches in a perfect horizontal line, thin but strong, almost vibrant. I could cross those inches to kiss her now, as her lips were inviting me, waiting, trembling, to do so. 

I was loosing it. All of it. My entire being driven toward her and her only. All the feelings I had for her were spurting madly from where I had locked them down two months ago in a hurricane of overwhelming emotions.

No! No, I couldn’t go all over again! I couldn’t handle it! I was not going to fall for it another time! She had dumped me! She had broke my heart! I had make it there, at Real Madrid, without her! It had been too hard to come to where I was now, able to feel little joys, little success, barely able to bear the loneliness that crushed me every night.

The string broke apart.

I tore myself from her arms and fled through the crowd, not looking back as excruciating pain choked me. I pushed people more roughly than before. I needed to get out of here desperately and to bury my feelings for her back deep down. I had to beat them down, to destroy them so they could never escape again. Once for good. 

I finally reached the edge of the dance floor and rushed to my room to take my stuff. It was too risky to stay here another minute. I felt more lost than ever, diving back into my feelings as I packed my things into a backpack and headed back toward the main entrance. I escaped the building. Tension eased as soon as I was outside, but I paused a few feet away from the door, the need to smoke urgent. 

I dropped my bag and exhaled deeply. I didn’t know how to handle my emotions anymore. My heart was about to explode, wrecked with pain. It was freezing cold tonight, the longest night of the year, and my breath let out puffs of steam as I took another deep breath to calm myself down. I leaned onto the wall, pulled out a cigarette and put it between my lips. I lit it up, the first drag appeasing me a little more, helping me to clear my burned-out brain. I made a promise to myself. I wasn’t going to spoil everything I had worked so hard to build because of Misa. I would make sure I would never be that close to the Canarian goalkeeper again. Never. 

I heavily breathed out smoke, the sound of music suddenly louder with somebody going out. I brought the cigarette back to my mouth, wishing nobody would find me there no matter who they were. “Damned it!“ I muttered under my breath as a shadow stretched toward me. I took out my phone, the cigarette hanging from my mouth, a clear message to signal whoever was here that I wasn’t keen to talk. 

The sound of footsteps got clearer with the shadow on the floor growing. A silhouette finally appeared around the corner, and I dared to glance up at the tall figure standing a few feet away. My heart leaped. It was Misa and her attitude had changed to the opposite, assured and oozing self-confidence. I peered at her, astonished, as she walked toward me, her pace determined. I knew then she wasn’t here by chance. She had been looking for me. 

Misa faced me, stared at me ostensibly, her eyes locked onto my cigarette with a hard frown. She looked furious. Had I offended her by leaving the dance floor? Why had she been looking for me then? To have a fight? To scold me? 

But she didn’t let me have the time to make any more assumptions. Without warning, her fingers ripped the cigarette from my lips, threw it on the floor and crushed it. I gasped, staring back, shocked and outraged. My heart drummed so hard in my chest, its beating went crazy when she took my face in her hands, her hold firm and assured, and crashed her lips onto mine. 

I let out a first whine of surprise, and a second of release. My brain boiled with dozens of questions, dying one after the other as her lips worked fiercely over mine. Thinking became completely impossible. I couldn’t stop her. Worse, my whole being had been wanting this so badly I started to kiss her back without restraint. 

It felt all brand new and yet extraordinary familiar to make out with her. My hands automatically found their way around her muscular shoulders and up her neck, to the baby hair at  her nape. Misa’s taste and the way her lips enfolded mine could not be compared to anything else. Only her plump and full lips could wrapped themselves softly like this, yet demanding, yet commanding and I didn’t even fight before I surrendered to them as the tip of her tongue brushed over my lips. I cocked my head to the side and her tongue plunged into my mouth, filling me with a fire I had not felt for weeks. A peaceful haze had me dazzled, like her kiss, the smell of her breath and the feel of her grasp keeping me close were erasing the bruises of my heart, which had lasted far longer than the ones left by my accident. 

Misa’s mouth finally parted from my lips and she rested her forehead against mine, both of us out of breath, the puffs of steam dancing around our faces in the cold night. 

“Hey“, I said, closing my eyes to sink a little deeper in our closeness. 

“Hey“, she echoed, her breathing shaky. She had gone straight outside and was shivering, freezing in her thin clothes.  

I leaned back. Misa’s anxious gaze followed mine as if she feared I was going to dismiss her. I simply took off my long coat to put it around her shoulders, before I snuggled up to her and wrapped the cloth around us both. 

Misa had made my brain crash. I couldn’t think, nor could recall why we couldn’t be together in the first place. My arms ensnared her torso, pressing her more against me. The goalkeeper buried her nose in my hair, her heavy breathing blowing strongly against the shell of my ear. She hugged me back like crazy. I closed my eyes, wishing to stay like this forever, in that suspended moment. I’d never allowed myself to dream of something like that, spontaneous and visceral, and I wasn’t understanding how we had ended up clumped together, two bodies shaped into one, trembling under a coat, when I had fought so hard to keep my distance from her, only minutes ago. Staying apart required a mental strength I was forced to admit I no longer had. 

Misa lifted my chin, her soft look swallowing my emotions as my brain vainly tried to reconnect with reason. 

“Nicky… I” she began. 

“Please don’t go,” I cut in. Reason had failed.

She gasped. Her lips stretched into a guilty smile.

“Should I take you back inside? Or home?”

“I don’t want to go back,” I confessed, reaching out to her face. Extreme fatigue and deep liberation were putting my brain in slow motion. The curious stare of the goalie, waiting for my decision, accompanied me as I took her back in my arms. “I’m already home.” I said. 

I felt her deep breath. 

“Esperame. Wait,” she asked, parting from me. Her eyes were shiny and she covered her face as she headed back inside. 

I stayed there, hovering in an overwhelming mix of emotions, until the young brunette came back, her coat on and her car keys in her hand. She pulled up my bag onto her shoulder and we headed toward the underground parking lot. We climbed inside her car, taking a minute or so to warm up inside the vehicle, before the goalie turned on the engine. 

The drive back to my flat would be quick, only taking a few minutes, but I was back at floating and time stretched strangely into the night. I shot glances at the goalkeeper to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. The goalie stayed focused on the road, a discreet smile animating her pretty mouth until we reached home. 

“Are you alright?” Misa asked, breaking our quietness as she parked in front of the building.  

“I’m so confused…” I confessed.

“Oh… I understand. I’m dropping you off and…”

“No,” I cut in, eyes on the windscreen. 

“I think you should rest. Process what’s happening.”

Misa placed her hand onto my thigh. The contact was soft and light but it enfolded my whole body and I locked eyes with her. 

“No. No, I can’t let you go.” I stated, feeling my heart crumble at the thought.

She smiled, frankly, making her dimple pop up on her cheek and freeing something warm like joy from the deepest part of me.

“Vale, ya te sigo. Lead the way.”

When we entered the apartment, my confusion had changed into something urgent. I had the ominous feeling Misa would disappear if I turned or blinked, but when she elegantly dropped my stuff on the wooden floor of the entrance and helped me pull off my coat, the fog of quiet bliss settled back around me. Then she faced me, her timid smile replaced by a striking melancholy as she watched me with an intensity that left me breathless. 

My hands fell onto her nape as I pulled her close. I felt her heavy breathing against my chest, holding in my arms the woman who broke my heart, and also her own, and I shivered when her lips brushed my ear. 

“I want you back…” she mumbled, so low it was barely audible.

“Shhh,” I whispered, eyes closed, sinking a little more into our embrace. 

I didn’t want to talk. No, it was more like I wasn’t able to talk about what was happening. I just felt a strange quiet peace, being in her arms, breathing in her sweet perfume as my lips grazed the column of her neck. 

“Eh… I just have to tell you I’m flying to Gran Canaria tomorrow at 10 am. I’ll wake up at six, I’ll try to be quiet,” Misa said.

A soft moan escaped my lips, taken aback by the prospect of her leaving so soon, and I squeezed her a little harder.

“Let’s go to bed then.” I said, hiding my confusion. 

I released her and headed to the bedroom. I undressed messily, abandoning my clothes onto the floor, and putting on a large T shirt. When I had finished I glanced at Misa, waiting in underwear, nibbling at her lips.

“Can I borrow something to wear for the night ?” She asked, embarrassed. 

“Yep” I replied, biting my lips as well as I opened the cupboard. I knew I still had the few clothes she had left. I didn’t rummage in it for long before finding one of her T-shirts. “Here, you’re lucky. I’ve never liked this one, it got very close to ending up in the trash bin,” I said, throwing her a cream oversized printed T shirt. 

“What? But it’s a Scuffers!” Misa took offense. 

As she put the improvised pyjamas on, I couldn’t help but think how badly I had missed her whole, unbearable personality. But I was in no state of showing it. I was still floating in another world. Shrouded by her presence, I took her hand nevertheless, in need of a constant physical contact, and dragged her to the bathroom.

“I’m sorry but your toothbrush didn’t survive, here’s a new one” I indicated.

The young goalie sized up the brush and wet it under the tap. 

“That’s far more acceptable than the Scuffers T shirt” she mumbled, her mouth full of toothpaste.

I stared at us, brushing our teeth, in the mirror reflection. We looked tired, what we both probably were. Misa’s shoulders appeared bigger, the muscle volume nicely filling the T-shirt sleeves. Compared to her, I seemed lost in the fabric of my large pyjamas. 

Readied for the night, we rejoined each other in bed. I turned off the light, letting the streetlight paint the room with its yellowish tint as we reached out for each other under the duvet. We locked eyes, getting accustomed to the darkness, and slid toward the center of the mattress until there were no inches left between our bodies. Inside of me, a light had been switched on. My hands fell on her face, the skin dry from countless hours of training in the winter wind. My fingers traced the thick shape of her eyebrows, her eyes leaving mine only to blink a few times. I studied her nose, noticed something was missing. 

“You took off your nose ring,“ I remarked. 

“Si, I grew tired of taking it off and on.” 

“I like your nose. It’s cute.“

I delicately brushed the spot on her nostril before the tips of my index finger skimmed over her smiling lips. Her mouth relaxed and she held me a little tighter in her arms. My own mouth replaced my fingers playing with her lips. I sunk into the kiss, pressing, pulling, tasting more of Misa in the quietness of the longest night of the year, as a cold moon appeared in the cloudy sky. The room turned bluish with the winter lights, glazing the brunette’s hair with silver. 

Our lips parted, an inch or so, just enough to drink in each other’s gaze. 

“I can’t stop loving you.” I confessed. 

I barely registered the silver flickering in the goalie’s eyes before I nested against her and closed mine. 

“No puedes dejar amarte tampoco. Please don’t stop loving me.” She said. 

“Will you call me during the holidays?” I asked, drowsiness taking over me. 

“Every day, Azucariño.”

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