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Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle x Reader

Heaven - part 1, part 2, part 3

One Night:

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Ties That Bind Pt. 1 | Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle x Reader

Re-upload for now. It's been annoying me that this was left unfinished. So I'm going to finish it. Because I'm a finisher. I still don't know how, but we can work it out together.

Summary: Ona is the perfect sub, and you're a brat. Good thing Lucy likes you both.

Tags: Big set-up energy. Established D/S, polyamory, threesome, restraints, bondage, blindfolds, begging, punishments/rewards, orgasm delay, fingering, jealousy

A/N: Based on this fire request.

SMUT AHEAD 18+ minors dni.

There was never a point in struggling against the restraints, but you tried anyway. The ties on your ankles meant that there was no chance of closing your legs, nor getting any friction between them.

Even if the thick leather had magically come undone, you’d have only been met by a raised eyebrow and a wildly inventive imagination. Maybe she’d have tied you down again with a t-shirt, the pillowcase, or skipping rope. 

Honestly, Lucy could have probably just told you to stay there. It was the first time you’d seen her that pissed. The first time you worried you might have gone too far.

Ona had tried to warn you, just like she always did, and you’d rolled your eyes at her.

You’re too sweet. She’s not going to do anything, Ona. It’s just a little bit of fun. She’ll probably like it.

You’d known full well that she wouldn’t, but Ona’s doe eyes made you want to corrupt her too. Besides, Lucy was all kinds of attractive when she was riled up. Ever the angel, Ona had ducked her head and began retying her shoes when Lucy slipped into the locker room. 

While your relationship was unconventional, it worked. And it worked well, granted it was kept under wraps and behind closed doors.

You'd been drawn to Ona first, what with her pretty smile and her unabashed confidence. You'd soon found out that it didn't extend to the bedroom, where she let her brashness fall away to submission. Topping Ona was a godly experience. She could make you feel so powerful, so in control. She trusted you with her body so wholeheartedly.

When you both became closer to Lucy, it was like finding the missing piece. Inviting a third person into your relationship was hardly an easy decision, but months down the line, there were no regrets. Lucy was the perfect caretaker, handling you both with years of experience.

For Ona, being the sub of such a strictly dominant personality was easy. You watched her fall to her knees proudly. After all, you'd been the one she fell for for a long time. She relished in being good, in following Lucy's rules, in giving herself up completely.

For you, it wasn't always so easy. Some days Lucy could take you apart with ease. She'd say the right thing at the right time and have you bent over and ready for her in an instant.

But somedays submission wasn't your natural state. Somedays your incessant need to push the limits were too strong. Somedays you longed to be in control of the situation, even just for a second.

You’re not sure exactly what pushed Lucy over the edge that day. Maybe it was the ass grab when she was in front of you in drill lines, or the not-so subtle press of your hips against hers when she marked you in the box. Maybe it was the way you were extra handsy with Ona, stretching out her tight hamstrings with particular attention to her upper thighs. Maybe it was the pornographic moan you let out at the first bite of lunch, or the way you stripped in front of half the team for your ice bath. Maybe it was the filthy words you’d so casually dropped when the two of you were paired up for the afternoon gym session.

In truth, it could have been any of the hundred ways you’d pushed her possessive buttons. All you knew was that it had worked. 

At least, it worked in getting you naked. The lack of touch was unwelcome, but the blindfold was a nice addition.  It made you jumpy and high strung. With both of them in the room, it was hard to pinpoint where the next sound might come from. 

It was footsteps. The definite shuffling of feet until both sets halted at the bottom of the bed. Then, the quiet shift of fabric and Ona’s unmistakable needy whimper. You’d heard it so many times, with your tongue in her mouth or between her legs. 

A quiet beat, then Lucy broke the silence. “You’ll be honest with me, yeah?” 

You knew by the adoring tone alone that it wasn’t meant for you. 

Ona probably nodded, because it was Lucy who spoke again. “Did she ask you to join in? Say it out loud for me.” 

Behind the blindfold, you rolled your eyes. There was no way in hell Ona wouldn’t rat on you when Lucy was bearing down on her. 

Sure enough.  “Yes.” 

“And you didn’t want to?” 

“I knew you’d be mad.” For all her honesty was landing you in it, Ona had the decency to sound timid.

“Oh,” Lucy purred, “You’re such a good girl, baby. Not like her.” 

Your cheeks might have reddened a touch at your open and vulnerable position. 

“Good girls get rewarded.” And while you couldn’t see them, you were sure some kind of clothing was peeled away. There was some rustling, a thud of something hitting the floor, then a few sporadic wet clicks. 

There were so many images flying through your head. Was Lucy kissing her deep and possessive, or was her mouth working against her chest? Was it Ona’s shirt that came off, or her sweats? Did Lucy pull her hoodie over her head? 

None of the questions could be answered. 

“What’s happening?” You whined, rattling your restraints just to add to the petulant tone. “Lucy, please.”

Were you going insane, or could you feel their eyes on you? 

Instead of replying to you, Lucy kept the gentle tone she reserved for Ona. “Comfy, yeah?” 

“Yeah.” Ona breathed back. 

More slick sounds then. Ona’s needy keens were broken only when Lucy rewarded her with a groan of her own. 

Your core clenched, tightening around nothing. You could feel the twang of arousal low in your gut, but it was hard to know how wet you’d become with your legs well spread. 

It went on like that, the slide of skin and occasional wet smack. You imagined Lucy sucking on Ona’s nipples, pulling off each one with flair. The younger girl’s moans were becoming louder and more emboldened. You could practically see the way her face contorted into a focussed frown when she took her pleasure. 

You tugged on your wrist restraints, letting the headboard jangle with the strain. “Come on, at least let me watch?” 

This time, you could hear the smugness in Lucy’s voice when she cooed. “Tell her what I’m doing, sweets.” 

“Lucy is-“ A sharp gasp, then a breathy moan. 

“You sound so pretty, baby. Focus for me, what am I doing? Tell her.” 

“She’s touching me.” The Spanish lilt had your thighs tensing, trying to find a little friction despite how your ankles were bound.

“Where?” You asked.

The silence stretched for a beat too long when Lucy said, “You can answer her.”

“Between my legs.” Ona supplied immediately. 

You whined, imaging Lucy’s long fingers working between your own. “Are you naked?” 

“No. She’s touching over my-” 

“-Your wet panties?” Lucy interjected. “Can already feel how much you want it. Bet you could come just like this, hmm?”  

Ona groaned in agreement, though it was cut off by a sharp gasp.

You’d pushed Lucy far too far. This was a special kind of torture. “I wanna see.” You moaned, stretching your restraints before relaxing onto the bed with a huff. 

Ona swore softly as you tried to guess what was happening. 

“Lucy, please. I’ll be good if you let me see.” A lie, of course, but one which you didn’t feel bad about. 

Instead of answering you, Lucy once again cooed at Ona. “Remind me, baby. What do good girls get?” 

“Rewarded.” Ona breathed back like a prayer. 

“And what do bad girls get?”

You had the sense to shut your mouth then, though the word was on the tip of your tongue. 

“…Punished?” Ona guessed tentatively. Of course she’d have no idea. 

“That’s right. Good girls get to come over and over until they’re all floaty. Bad girls don’t get anything they want. Especially ones who act like little sluts in front of the whole team.” 

Your stomach clenched at the harsh tone. “Lucy-“ 

“-shut up or I’ll find a gag.” She said with such a finality that you didn’t even dare to argue back. 

Instead, you snapped your mouth shut in a pout and tried not to think about how your legs were spread wide. How either one of them could see how wet they’d made you without even a touch. 

For a while, it was just wet noises and the occasional cry or whine or moan from the younger of the two. From the rhythmic slide, you’d guess Lucy had her fingers buried inside. 

They spoke to each other with muffled words, as though their conversation was private and held with their lips pressed against each other's. 

“There, baby girl?” 

“Yes! Yes, there.  Please!” 

“Keep your legs open for me. Like that.” 

“Oh God, Lucy.” 

You weren’t jealous of Lucy often. Your relationship worked because of the confidence you each had. The trust. Still, hearing Ona moaning her name and only her name stung. 

“Good girl.” Lucy praised, “Always such a good girl for me.” 

You could hear when she got close. Listening to the quicker pace Lucy set which pulled all kinds of delicious sounds from the Spaniard. 

“Gonna come for me, sweetheart?” 

“Yes. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t. This is a reward, remember? Wanna make you feel good.”

“Please can I come?” Ona keened, a high-pitched pretty thing which had you rattling your restraints again. 

“So polite.” Lucy smirked.

“Please, Lucy?” 

Another pause, with just the wet fucking of fingers to fill the space. Then Lucy purred, “You’re my perfect girl, aren’t you?” 

“Yes.” 

“Think you can hold it for me? Just for ten?” 

You didn’t even have to see her to know that Ona would have nodded immediately, face turning serious as she tried to control her pleasure and focus on the task. 

The words were out of your mouth before you’d even thought it though. “Lucy, please let me see. I wanna see her come. Please.” 

“Ten. Nine. Eight.” 

You flung your head back to the pillow, crying out in frustration. 

“Seven. Six. Halfway.” 

Ona fell quiet.

“Four. Three.” 

Lucy slowed her counting, teasing out the end like always. 

“Two… and…” 

If there was any doubt about how wet you were before, there was none now. Your cunt ached, hips wriggling for friction which wouldn’t come. 

“One. You can come, baby.” 

Ona didn’t wait around, squeaking out a pleased noise before she fell over the edge. You imagined how her hips usually bucked, how her hands scrambled for any part of Lucy's body to hold onto. Even if you couldn’t see her, the debauched cry she let out was a delicious thing. 

After her mewls had turned to gentle pants, you heard them kiss. 

“So beautiful.” Lucy hummed. Another kiss. “So beautiful. Do you want a break, sweetheart?” 

Ona probably nodded, because you could hear the shift of fabric as Lucy moved around her. 

“Are you warm enough? Stay here then, yeah? If you wanna play again, you let me know? Or use this-“ The soft thud of something hitting the plush fabric. “-Anything you want for now.”

With the room falling silent once again, you could feel their eyes on you. There was nowhere to hide when you were all exposed and held open. Lucy knew it too. 

She made you wait, squirming under the intensity of her gaze. Even when you couldn’t see her eyes, you knew how disapproving they would be. 

Slowly, slowly, you felt the bed dip to your right. 

When she spoke, the knuckles of her hand grazed against your waist gently. “And what am I going to do with you, hmm?”

[museanddream]

Okay so I know this fic is just really fucking hot but honestly writer-to-writer the thing I love most about this fic is what a good job you do conveying the feeling of being blindfolded. Like I think so many writers would fall into the trap of jumping POVs and telling us exactly what L&O are doing but the way you give us little snippets, the dialogue, the sounds, R’s helplessness, because yeah I think I know what they’re doing across the room but I don’t know for sure because the way you’ve written it is so immersive I actually feel like you’ve taken away one of my senses

[vixwritesagain]

would u ever consider writing ties that bind part 4?

Yeah, and to be honest half of it is sitting sad and lonely in a doc somewhere. I had every intention of finishing it, but honestly people don’t love that fic like they love the others.

[museanddream]

you know what vix, you’re absolutely right, it’s been ~3.5 weeks since i reread that fic which is frankly far too long for such a masterpiece, i guess simply have no choice but to reread it again later 🤷‍♀️🫣

[museanddream]

sorry but she shows up to a press conference

looking like that???

and i’m supposed to be NORMAL ABOUT IT??????

[museanddream]

spotting a bit of a trend in my current wips

the trend being “getting railed into the mattress by one hot babe while another hot babe watches from the side and provides a running commentary”

[wosospacegirl]

My love <3

[museanddream]

Can’t be mad that she’s leaving when she’s so happy and adored 🥹

[museanddream]

I understand at most 10% of this Alexia ceremony and I’m working so only half paying attention to it anyway so tell me why I’ve cried 6 times in the last 30 minutes?

[museanddream]

*blurry shot of serrajordi in the background*

me, sobbing hysterically: I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT POOR INFANT CHILD WILL BE LEFT MOTHERLESS 😭😭 WHAT A CRUEL WORLD WE LIVE IN 😭😭😭

[museanddream]

I understand at most 10% of this Alexia ceremony and I’m working so only half paying attention to it anyway so tell me why I’ve cried 6 times in the last 30 minutes?

[museanddream]

waiting for that “gràcies ona” post like:

[girlgenius1111]

i hope she’s at peace with her decision. she gave everything to the team. maybe she wants to make way for the kids. maybe she wants a new challenge. maybe barça didn’t offer a good enough contract.

regardless, i think she’s earned the right to leave when she wants to. and so. always in her corner.

[girlgenius1111]

i’m clearly handling this really well by the way. super fine completely okay.

[museanddream]

she’s won 4 uwcls, 2 ballon d’ors, a world cup and countless other achievements but can she really be called the greatest of all time until she’s spent a cold rainy night on a wednesday in december playing a subway cup match in wolverhampton? 🤔

[museanddream]

Reasons to cheer for Barça today:

1. My girlie Ona needs another UWCL medal

2. If Alexia scores she might rip her shirt off again and I haven’t been the same since the last time she did that

3. Ewa’s 0% UWCL final record makes me cry every time I think about it, like she deserves a win 😢

[museanddream]

My sincerest apologies, I forgot the most important reason of all:

4. Fuck Michelle Kang 👿

[museanddream]

Reasons to cheer for Barça today:

1. My girlie Ona needs another UWCL medal

2. If Alexia scores she might rip her shirt off again and I haven’t been the same since the last time she did that

3. Ewa’s 0% UWCL final record makes me cry every time I think about it, like she deserves a win 😢

[museanddream]

had a dream last night that barça called me up to play in the uwcl final but they made me wear an england kit for it and then at half time the ref sent me to find a new ball for the second half but i got so lost in the stadium it delayed the restart and when i eventually found the dressing room again it turned out they’d sent cata and pina out to find me and they got lost too so it was my fault barça had to play the second half without a goalkeeper 😢

[museanddream]

One night update… perchance

Soz gang, life has been slapping me around the face a bit lately so I took a few weeks away from writing. Had a little bit of inspiration this week but not for One Night. It’s on my mind a lot and I promise it’ll be written at some point, I’m just barely in the headspace to be writing at the moment and when I am, there’s other things that are making me happier to write

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