do you know when the next part of my treat will be out?
I honestly don’t know. I’ve got a little idea in my inbox but i just don’t know how i’ll make it a whole chapter so any suggestion, prompts or whatever are welcome :)
summary~ The two footballers invite you into their home and offer you a proposal. You take their proposal with both hands.
!warnings! 18+ making out, fingering, oral sex, a lot of hickeys and dirty talk. not proof read.
You stood infront of their front door. It was chilly. Too chilly to be wearing the dress you were. The short navy dress didn’t cover the goosebumps appearing on your thighs and arms. You looked ahead of you, their house was huge.
Their house was abstract and modern. Classy, like the women.
Just as you wanted to make your arrival known the door opened. Ingrid stood there before you. She had a loose burgundy dress on that showed her figure perfectly. You were mesmerised by her presence.
“Would you like to come in, or do you want to keep staring out in the cold?” Ingrid grinned.
She held the door open as you stepped inside. The footballer took your jacket out of your hands and led you to their living room. “Frido will be here in a sec, make yourself at home.” She kissed your cheek before disappearing.
You looked around the room. It was spacious and modern, like the outside. But the inside had a little more character, it was warmer. Plants and lights adorned the space. There hung a large painting of a woman above their fireplace. The painting was red, passionate and vulgar, it was bold. It was the total opposite of you. But somehow you felt attracted to the art.
Hands made their way to your hips as a head was placed in the crook of your neck. “Do you like it?” she asked, that’s definitely Frido.
“hm, it’s really beautiful.” you said softly. The blonde hummed, pleased with your answer.
“You look beautiful.” she whispered, you could feel the vibrations of her words on your skin. you had to suppress your smile at that.
“Getting started without me Rolfö?” Ingrid walked into the warm room.
Fridolina took her head off your shoulder and turned but she didn’t take her hands off of you. “I wouldn’t dare.” she replied, a large grin sporting her face
Ingrid hummed at that and offered you a drink. They turned on a soft song that could be heard in every corner of the house. “You’ve got a really gorgeous house.” you complimented them.
“Thank you love, Frido designed it.” Ingrid winked as she handed you your drink.
“What can i say, i have good taste.” Fridolina said confidently, with that same smirk on her face.
You were contemplating on asking the women a question you’ve been wanting to know since you met them. And you don’t know what kind of confidence spurt entered your body but the question rolled from your tongue before you could stop it. “So what are you guys? Girlfriends? And what do you even want from me?”
Okay in your head it sounded a little less mean. ‘What do you even want from me’? why would you say it like that.
“Oh she’s got an attitude.” Frido laughed.
Ingrid didn’t think it was that funny. “I get that you’re curious but you can ask that politely.”
There was a silence that followed, even the music in the background couldn’t save you from this. Redness overtook your face. She expected you to ask her again, politely. “Why are you interested in me?” you asked embarrassed.
“Good girl, thank you. Fridolina and i are partners, yes. And although we love each other, we miss something.” Ingrid spoke.
“And that’s why we are interested in you. You’re sweet, pretty, shy and may i even say submissive. You are what we are missing, a pretty girl to go home to after a hard game.” Frido continued.
Ingrid nodded “Frido and i are both pretty dominant, we both want to take charge of a pretty girl like you. You’re a student, you need money and we can offer you that in exchange for your time.”
You looked at the dark haired woman infront of you, she was casually sipping on her glass of wine like she hadn’t just dropped a bomb on you. “Uh.. so you want me to sleep with you in exchange for money?” you asked them.
“No, not only sex darling. We would like to take you out on dates, vacations and other outings. This would be more than only a sexual relationship.” Frido said as she walked behind you.
She turned your kitchen stool and titled your head upwards. “Would you like a little sneak peak of whats to come, hm?” the only thing you could do was nod.
“Say it.” Frido demanded.
“Yes please.” you told her. She attacked your lips. She was more fiery this time. She was hungry. Her lips were rough on your neck as she traveled lower.
Ingrid walked around the kitchen island and made her presence known by taking your head into her hands. She pressed her lips to yours. Her lips were soft on yours. She tasted sweet, like the perfume she wore.
“Hmm, you like how rough Frido is, love?” you groan at Ingrid’s words.
Your eyes were shut, enjoying the feeling of lips on your neck. Dark red patches or dominance were left along your collarbone.
And then you felt nothing but the soft sting of those patches. You opened your eyes to see a literal breath taking sight infront of you. It was as if the women took the air out of the room. Ingrid and Frido were making out infront of you.
You could hear Ingrid moan as her girlfriend bit on her lip. Ingrid’s hands tangled themselves in blonde hair. It was a sight for sore eyes.
Although you loved watching the women, you felt a bit left out. The desperate whine that left your mouth caused the women to break the kiss.
"Hmm, you're not very patient, are you?" Frido teased you. Ingrid's pupils were blown, she wanted you just as much as you wanted them.
"It's unfair, you keep teasing me." you groaned at the women.
Even Ingrid had to surpress her laughter at that. They had been teasing you all night, waiting on a reaction. They wanted to have you begging for them at the end of the night. "Tell us what you want and maybe we'll give it to you, hm?" Ingrid smirked.
"I want you both." you told them with begging eyes. But by looking at their faces you knew they wanted to hear more. "... please?"
"Hm, do you think she deserves it?" Frido asked her girlfriend. They acted like you weren't right infront of them and you were eating it up.
"As much as i like to see her desparate and begging, i need more of her." Ingrid looked right into your eyes as she said the last part.
The footballer led you to the large sofa where she pushed you down. Her lips attacked yours and her hands fled to push the top of your dress down. Her warm kisses traveled to your neck and shoulders. "God, i've wanted you since i saw you at that interview." she whispered.
Rolfö took your head in her hands, kissing you hard and long. "You're fucking perfect." she said against your lips.
You were beyond hot and bothered, you were desparate for more. "Please, need more." you whispered against Frido.
Ingrid's mouth latched onto your nipple, her mouth was soft and warm. She hiked the hem of your dress up, her knee sliding in between your legs and pressing up against your clothed pussy.
The blonde kissed along your jaw up to your hot and red ears. As Frido bit in your sensitive ear, Ingrid's fingers pressed down on your clit. It was as if they were in sync.
Ingrid couldn't tease you much longer, she had to have you. They could play this teasing game another time. Her hand dipped into your lace panties. Her fingers were welcomed by wetness. You were soaked.
"God, Frido you have to see this. Did you get this turned on by our teasing, love?" Ingrid held up her fingers, sticky with your juices. The woman moved her fingers towards her girlfriend's mouth and without saying anything Frido took her fingers into her mouth.
The image of Frido, hair messed up by your needy hands, lips red and swollen, tasting you off of her lover's fingers. You moaned as Ingrid moved her hand back to your pussy and started making out with Frido.
A finger entered you and your head fell back. long fingers found a home in your hair and lips returned to your ear. "Let Ingrid make you feel good, darling." her words were hot and her tone heavy. They made you go insane.
When Ingrid slid another finger in and her mouth worked on your clit you couldn't hold your sounds in anymore. "Let us hear you. You sound so fucking hot." Frido said.
You could only nod, not a singular word made it past your lips. "Yeah, you like being fucked dumb by us. You like being used. I promise that this is only the beginning." Frido grabbed your tits, pinching your buds hard. Your back arched off the couch as Ingrid's fingers sped up.
"Yes, just like that. Fuck yourself on her fingers. God, you're perfect." Frido praised you. Ingrid didn't have to do much more to make you cum.
"Fuck. fuck- i'm gonna cum." you moaned out. Your eyebrows were knitted together als the knot in your stomach got tighter. Ingrid sucked harder and you the knot came undone.
Her fingers slowed down as you came down from your high. Ingrid left kisses on the inside of your thighs. "You were so good for us, baby. You did so so good." she placed a soft kiss to your lips.
"We're gonna get you cleaned up, is that okay love?" Frido asked softly, still pampering you with kisses. You felt like you were on cloud nine with these beautiful women caring for you.
You hummed and Frido went to fill their bathtub up. You laid in Ingrid's arms as she praised you.
When Frido came back down she carried you to their bathroom. She washed you with care and sung lullabies as she massaged your scalp.
Ingrid had placed a cup of tea on one of their nightstands and some clean panties and a camisole. Their bed was warm as you crawled into it. The Swede put her arms around you and fell fast asleep.
Her breath evened out as you look up at Ingrid. She has her reading glasses on, the yellow light glowing on her smooth skin. Her brows were furrowed until she looked up from her book and at you. She had caught you staring, again. The corners of her mouth went up. "Get some rest, you're gonna need it, love." she winked.
Although this was new, fiery and wild. Something about it felt fitting. Frido and Ingrid were like the painting, passionate, confident and bold. You felt attracted to them. Maybe they were exactly what you needed.
A.N. I really love the messages in my inbox so thank you for the support. I don't know how i'm gonna continue this and what i'll write about next. But we'll see, if the right idea comes i'll probably write another part.
Sugar mommies Ingrid & Frido I feel are definitely going to get all up in r's personal space in the next part, just a lot of touching, innocent kisses on the cheek, caging in against counters, just anything to get r flustered, blushy, and nervous.
so exited you’re writing again!! love the new fic, can’t wait to read the next parts 🩷
I love messages like these!!❤️ I haven’t started on the second part yet cus i honestly don’t know what to write about next but i’ll figure something out hopefully. I don’t know how long it takes me before i get another writer’s block but we’ll find out.
Anyway if you have any prompts of anything please send them in so i have some inspiration. I want to write eventual smut so nothing’s too crazy
summary~ you get caught staring for the second time and two of the most beautiful women take an interest in you. this is just the beginning, so there’s not much tension yet. not proof read.
As an intern you were supposed to feel a bit out of place, like you aren’t really supposed to be there. Like you’re invisible.
Invisible, it’s the perfect word to describe how you felt. You found yourself in a room full of journalists and professional athletes. You weren’t a professional athlete nor a real journalist, at least not yet.
The room was bright. The lights were fixated on the footballers walking through the door. There were voices coming from all directions of the room. Question were asked and answered. Player after player came walking through that door until the last one arrived.
Engen, that’s what the interviewer from DAZN called her. She caught your eye. Her long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail. The effort she had put into the game was seen in little droplets of sweat across her face.
The woman answered the question quick and confident. She answered the questions in almost fluent Spanish, it made you wonder where she learned the language. The interviewer thanked her and Engen gave her a nod before she looked over the interviewer’s shoulder, at you.
She had caught you staring. Well, it was kind of your job to do that but for some reason you really did felt caught by her. Engen didn’t give you much of a reaction, only a tiny smirk appeared.
Weeks later, back in Manchester you she caught you staring again.
Done for the day you let your friends convince you to go out to a bar. It had been a long day, writing whatever came to mind in the hopes it was good enough for your assignment. You really needed to get drunk and forget about whatever you had to do the next day.
The bar was dimly lit, something you would’ve found unsettling if you weren’t already four shots down. There was a soft jazz playlist on in the background as your heels hit the wooden floor. Your friend walked you to the bar where you ordered a porn star martini.
As you sat on one of the creaking barstools you looked around. In the booth left to you sat a couple that was clearly in the honeymoon phase. Next to them sat group of men, laughing at some sexist joke.
The bartender placed your martini down when she caught your eye again. But Engen wasn’t alone. There was a blonde next to her and even with the horrible lighting you could see her eyes sparkle.
The dark haired woman had a black dress on and the blonde a dark grey suit. They were gorgeous.
You looked away as quickly as you could but the damage was already done. You sipped nervously on your drink in the hopes she wouldn’t recognise you.
But your prayers weren’t heard. You felt someone tap you on your shoulder. You closed your eyes and when you didn’t turn the person spoke. “I know you saw us, Ingrid recognised you.”
You turned your head slowly, showing a shy smile. “You’re pretty cute, come sit with us.” the blonde ordered more than offered you.
You got up from your seat and followed the woman to her booth. She let you get seated first, next to Ingrid, in the middle. You felt like you were trapped between the two women.
“I knew i recognised you from somewhere. You are the staring girl from that DAZN interview right?” Ingrid asked you. You looked down at your drink and nodded.
Frido and Ingrid looked at eachother and Ingrid spoke up again. “Frido here thinks you’re very pretty.”
The blonde scoffed at that. “Like you weren’t talking about her for the last few weeks. I was just interested to see her in the flesh. And yeah, i’ll have to agree with you, she really is as beautiful as you said.”
You looked at Frido and she gave you a warm smile. “Thanks” you told her.
“So tell us about yourself, your work, your boyfriend maybe?” Ingrid asked you.
“No boyfriend, or girlfriend and uhm i’m an intern at the moment.” you told them. They seemed to exchange a smile at that.
You asked them about their interest and lives. You got to know they both play for Barcelona and were born in Norway and Sweden. Frido placed her arm around your shoulders as you took the last sip of your drink.
The footballers wanted to know more about you, so you told them more. They were practically strangers, but hot strangers that showed interest so that doesn’t count anyway.
It was 1:30 am when you told them you should probably start to get home. Frido hummed at that. “Yeah, we should too.”
Ingrid walked to the front with you as Frido paid for the drinks. “I really enjoyed tonight, maybe we could do it again some other time?” she asked you.
Ingrid’s eyes looked into yours as she stood infront of you “I really enjoyed tonight too. Maybe we could yeah.” you told her.
“You’re really pretty, even with that shitty lightning i could see how beautiful you are.” she told you.
You couldn’t help but smile as the leaned in. The kiss was soft and genuine, just like her words.
It wasn’t until you heard the door shut that you broke the kiss off. “So you gave Engen the first kiss?” Frido spoke.
You really didn’t know what they had, if they did have anything going on at all. This dynamic was beyond confusing for you.
“Oh come on, if you had the chance you wouldn’t wait either.” the Norwegian defended herself.
“Hmm, it would only be fair if i would get one too huh?” she smirked at you. The blonde placed her hand under your chin and kissed you just as genuine. Frido was passionate and controlling the kiss.
When your uber arrived they gave you their phone numbers and told you to text them when you got home. You placed a kiss to both of their cheeks as you thanked them for the night.
You opened the door to your shared apartment, it was dark inside. Your roommates were most likely asleep or staying at their partners place.
Everybody knows that living as a intern is hard. You put all your effort into your work and don’t even get a moment of appreciation. Your salary was low but you already knew that when you signed the contract. But even though it was hard, you really enjoyed the work you did and the people you worked with.
As you got into bed you typed something to the two women. ‘hi, this is the staring girl-‘ no that’s cringe. ‘hey, this is me from tonight-‘ no too weird. ‘hi, i’m home. I really enjoyed tonight :)’ that’ll do.
‘thank you for texting, we loved it too. especially the end ;)’ -frido
‘we only have a few days left in manchester, so maybe we can cook you something on tuesday?’ -ingrid
‘yeah, that sounds really nice. I’d like that.’
A.N. i’ll need some ideas/prompts/hc’s for the next chapter so send them in because i need motivation
I need to finish atleast one fic and i’m bored so i wanted to write another one too. I’ve still got a Vic Pelova fic in my drafts i need to finish, it’s gonna be a long one. And i’ve got a jill roord socials in my drafts i think. But i want to start a new fic, a sugarmommys!FridoIngrid x sugarbaby!R. If you have anything you want in the fic let me know because i need inspiration
Hi could you write a cute little thing with Pelova? Maybe where reader’s family (dutch) are close friends with the Mead’s and are visiting for the holiday. Reader has been wanting to move to England for a while and decides to go for it. Beth introduces her to the squad and Pelova en R get along so well and eventually end up together? I feel like there’s not enough Pelova stories out here
I haven’t been on here in some time but i want to write a fic again, maybe a series or something that keeps me going. So if any of you have angst ideas let me know!!
summary~ You get swept off your feet by a cute girl on the slopes in Spain
!warning! not proof read
It was weird how Barcelona stargirl Vicky Lopez was here, watching you perform in the winter olympics. A few months ago you never would have thought she was here for you.
You had met the Spanish girl on a snowboarding trip to Andorra. It had been one of your training locations for years. It wasn’t exactly the time of the year for tourists so it surprised you to see a whole squad of amateur skiers and snowboarders on the slope.
Your trainer had planned a location for you to train but it was rudely disturbed by one of those amateur skiers. She went faster and faster and eventually couldn’t control her direction anymore. You saw the girl sliding towards you and before you knew it her ski helmet was hovering above yours.
“Oh my god, i’m so sorry. I swear i’m a lot better at skiing than this!” she apologised.
“It’s alright, snowboarding is better anyway.” you laughed dryly as you took your helmet off.
Vicky didn’t really move and was still on top of you, staring at your helmet-less face. She thought you were quite cute without on one.
“Uhm so.. i can’t really move to get up since you’re on top of me…” you started as it didn’t really look like she was planning on getting up anytime soon.
“Oh yeah, yeah sorry.” Vicky stammered as she finally got up she offered you her hand.
“I’m Vicky by the way, it’s my second time skiing but i’m sure you could tell.” the spaniard had taken her helmet off and you stared at her moving lips. It wasn’t often that you saw a girl as cute as her on a ski slope.
Your trainer called you as he traveled by.
“I’m y/n, you looked like a true professional, would’ve thought you had been skiing your whole life.” you laughed.
Vicky covered her face with her hands as her cheeks grew even redder from embarrassment. “Maybe skiing is just not for you, it wasn’t really for me anyway. Try snowboarding, next time i see you i’ll try to teach you.” you offered her, hoping to see her again.
Vicky liked the sound of that, seeing you again. Wintersport wasn’t really her thing.
Your relationship developed pretty fast. It was hard not to fall for a girl as beautiful as her.
One day you’re taken out by a cute girl and the next you’re sitting in the lobby of her hotel drinking hot chocolate milk. Fairly early into your relationship you learned she was a professional footballer.
It wasn’t that you didn’t watch other sports than snowboarding, you knew the clubs like Barcelona and Manchester City, you just didn’t really ever get further into football. But now the girl you had a little crush on had told you she played for Barcelona so you had to watch it.
Vicky found it pretty impressive you were a professional footballer, especially at your age. At only 18 years old you had already European Champion on your name.
You met her teammates not long after. It wasn’t really voluntarily though. You happened to be in Spain for a few days and on your day off you took your chance to go and see your ‘friend’ play. You texted Vicky and hour before kick-off and as she walked out you could see her searching for you.
When she finally found you she gave the longer girl with braids next to her a push and pointed towards your section. You could see them talking and it made you nervous.
After the game a sweaty Vicky and a few of her teammates walked towards you.
“Hi snow princess!” Vicky greeted you happily. She moved towards you and went in for a hug.
“Hi stargirl” you whispered back.
Vicky pulled out of the hug and started to introduce you to her teammates. “So this is Cata, she’s a bit crazy and a goalie as you can see. This is Bruna and this is Martina, they’re a bit weird but very funny. And here you have Salma” - Vicky leaned in to whisper in your ear - “She’s a bit scary at first but she’ll warm up to you” - The spanish girl stepped away again and introduced you to the very last one of her teammates she brought to meet you - “The last but very not least, La Reina, Alexia Putellas, the female Messi and our Captain.” Vicky ended.
You didn’t know how to react so you sheepishly waved at the girls in front of you. “And everyone, this is uh- my uh girlfriend, friend that’s a girl.” Vicky said as she looked between you and her teammates.
You don’t know how you got the courage to even talk infront of the most talented female footballers but you did. “I’m y/n, Vicky’s girl-friend as in girlfriend.” you smiled at her.
“Yep, y/n is my girlfriend.” the midfielder said, this time proudly.
With the Olympics coming up you didn’t get to spend much time with your girlfriend. She had a full agenda and so did you. It was hard since the both of you were travelling all the time. You were still 18, so the both of you had to really think about your upcoming careers.
When the Olympics finally arrived and you got to wear the flag of Finland with pride you made the most of it, even if it meant you still couldn’t see your girlfriend.
You tried to face time her every day but it was hard since the games where held in China and she was still in Spain. But even though it was hard to speak to one another she still left you voice notes telling you about her day. And you’d never tell anyone about it, afraid they’ll see you as anything other than an actual ice queen but you listen to those notes before every game. And apparently it brought good luck.
So when you saw Vicky Lopez and two other Barcelona girls sitting in the stands. You wondered how she got here just before the finale. She waved over at you and formed a heart with her hands. You took your helmet partly off and smiled at the tanned girl.
Your girlfriend had begged Alexia to let her watch one of your games. At first she wouldn’t let you, not in the middle of the season. But when she found out how much she missed you from Salma she couldn’t help but feel bad.
Salma and Cata had heard enough of Vicky complaining about how much she missed you and how bad she felt that she couldn’t be there to support you. It really got to them when they catched Vicky looking through her photo albums of you smiling at your pictures together like a lovedrunk idiot.
As you got ready to perform you took another look at Vicky. You had to atleast try to win it, you were no loser. You could do it, for her.
So you got ready for the slopestyle and did what you did best, snowboard. It went by like it never happened, it was like you blacked out, you didn’t remember what you did but you were done. You had completed the slopestyle.
And you had won. You had won gold.
It felt like the media was never ending, the camera’s and microphone kept coming. You just had to find your girlfriend.
Pushing through you finally found her. She had a think coat on, one she was probably forced to wear by her captain.
“My snow princess did it! Olen ylpeä sinusta (I’m proud of you) Vicky whispered into your neck.
You smiled into her and had to stiffle your laugh “You learned some Finnish for me, how romantic.”
“Hey! I thought you’d like it!” Vicky pulled away, she looked a bit offended.
“No no, me gusta.” you kissed her.
Alexia and Salma looked at the two of you from a distance. “Gross, they’re so in love it’s disgusting.” Salma grumbled under her breath.
“Let them be, they’re just teenagers… But if Vicky catches a cold i’ll kill her.” Alexia said.
vickyylopezz._
liked by aitanabonmati and 147.131 others
my olympic champion 🥇
y/n_y/l/n mi amor ❤️
A/N yet another not proof read fic, i’m just too lazy sorry
summary~ You get swept off your feet by a cute girl on the slopes in Spain
!warning! not proof read
It was weird how Barcelona stargirl Vicky Lopez was here, watching you perform in the winter olympics. A few months ago you never would have thought she was here for you.
You had met the Spanish girl on a snowboarding trip to Andorra. It had been one of your training locations for years. It wasn’t exactly the time of the year for tourists so it surprised you to see a whole squad of amateur skiers and snowboarders on the slope.
Your trainer had planned a location for you to train but it was rudely disturbed by one of those amateur skiers. She went faster and faster and eventually couldn’t control her direction anymore. You saw the girl sliding towards you and before you knew it her ski helmet was hovering above yours.
“Oh my god, i’m so sorry. I swear i’m a lot better at skiing than this!” she apologised.
“It’s alright, snowboarding is better anyway.” you laughed dryly as you took your helmet off.
Vicky didn’t really move and was still on top of you, staring at your helmet-less face. She thought you were quite cute without on one.
“Uhm so.. i can’t really move to get up since you’re on top of me…” you started as it didn’t really look like she was planning on getting up anytime soon.
“Oh yeah, yeah sorry.” Vicky stammered as she finally got up she offered you her hand.
“I’m Vicky by the way, it’s my second time skiing but i’m sure you could tell.” the spaniard had taken her helmet off and you stared at her moving lips. It wasn’t often that you saw a girl as cute as her on a ski slope.
Your trainer called you as he traveled by.
“I’m y/n, you looked like a true professional, would’ve thought you had been skiing your whole life.” you laughed.
Vicky covered her face with her hands as her cheeks grew even redder from embarrassment. “Maybe skiing is just not for you, it wasn’t really for me anyway. Try snowboarding, next time i see you i’ll try to teach you.” you offered her, hoping to see her again.
Vicky liked the sound of that, seeing you again. Wintersport wasn’t really her thing.
Your relationship developed pretty fast. It was hard not to fall for a girl as beautiful as her.
One day you’re taken out by a cute girl and the next you’re sitting in the lobby of her hotel drinking hot chocolate milk. Fairly early into your relationship you learned she was a professional footballer.
It wasn’t that you didn’t watch other sports than snowboarding, you knew the clubs like Barcelona and Manchester City, you just didn’t really ever get further into football. But now the girl you had a little crush on had told you she played for Barcelona so you had to watch it.
Vicky found it pretty impressive you were a professional footballer, especially at your age. At only 18 years old you had already European Champion on your name.
You met her teammates not long after. It wasn’t really voluntarily though. You happened to be in Spain for a few days and on your day off you took your chance to go and see your ‘friend’ play. You texted Vicky and hour before kick-off and as she walked out you could see her searching for you.
When she finally found you she gave the longer girl with braids next to her a push and pointed towards your section. You could see them talking and it made you nervous.
After the game a sweaty Vicky and a few of her teammates walked towards you.
“Hi snow princess!” Vicky greeted you happily. She moved towards you and went in for a hug.
“Hi stargirl” you whispered back.
Vicky pulled out of the hug and started to introduce you to her teammates. “So this is Cata, she’s a bit crazy and a goalie as you can see. This is Bruna and this is Martina, they’re a bit weird but very funny. And here you have Salma” - Vicky leaned in to whisper in your ear - “She’s a bit scary at first but she’ll warm up to you” - The spanish girl stepped away again and introduced you to the very last one of her teammates she brought to meet you - “The last but very not least, La Reina, Alexia Putellas, the female Messi and our Captain.” Vicky ended.
You didn’t know how to react so you sheepishly waved at the girls in front of you. “And everyone, this is uh- my uh girlfriend, friend that’s a girl.” Vicky said as she looked between you and her teammates.
You don’t know how you got the courage to even talk infront of the most talented female footballers but you did. “I’m y/n, Vicky’s girl-friend as in girlfriend.” you smiled at her.
“Yep, y/n is my girlfriend.” the midfielder said, this time proudly.
With the Olympics coming up you didn’t get to spend much time with your girlfriend. She had a full agenda and so did you. It was hard since the both of you were travelling all the time. You were still 18, so the both of you had to really think about your upcoming careers.
When the Olympics finally arrived and you got to wear the flag of Finland with pride you made the most of it, even if it meant you still couldn’t see your girlfriend.
You tried to face time her every day but it was hard since the games where held in China and she was still in Spain. But even though it was hard to speak to one another she still left you voice notes telling you about her day. And you’d never tell anyone about it, afraid they’ll see you as anything other than an actual ice queen but you listen to those notes before every game. And apparently it brought good luck.
So when you saw Vicky Lopez and two other Barcelona girls sitting in the stands. You wondered how she got here just before the finale. She waved over at you and formed a heart with her hands. You took your helmet partly off and smiled at the tanned girl.
Your girlfriend had begged Alexia to let her watch one of your games. At first she wouldn’t let you, not in the middle of the season. But when she found out how much she missed you from Salma she couldn’t help but feel bad.
Salma and Cata had heard enough of Vicky complaining about how much she missed you and how bad she felt that she couldn’t be there to support you. It really got to them when they catched Vicky looking through her photo albums of you smiling at your pictures together like a lovedrunk idiot.
As you got ready to perform you took another look at Vicky. You had to atleast try to win it, you were no loser. You could do it, for her.
So you got ready for the slopestyle and did what you did best, snowboard. It went by like it never happened, it was like you blacked out, you didn’t remember what you did but you were done. You had completed the slopestyle.
And you had won. You had won gold.
It felt like the media was never ending, the camera’s and microphone kept coming. You just had to find your girlfriend.
Pushing through you finally found her. She had a think coat on, one she was probably forced to wear by her captain.
“My snow princess did it! Olen ylpeä sinusta (I’m proud of you) Vicky whispered into your neck.
You smiled into her and had to stiffle your laugh “You learned some Finnish for me, how romantic.”
“Hey! I thought you’d like it!” Vicky pulled away, she looked a bit offended.
“No no, me gusta.” you kissed her.
Alexia and Salma looked at the two of you from a distance. “Gross, they’re so in love it’s disgusting.” Salma grumbled under her breath.
“Let them be, they’re just teenagers… But if Vicky catches a cold i’ll kill her.” Alexia said.
vickyylopezz._
liked by aitanabonmati and 147.131 others
my olympic champion 🥇
y/n_y/l/n mi amor ❤️
A/N yet another not proof read fic, i’m just too lazy sorry
summary~ Your cocky girlfriend finally gets humbled by you. Well, you tried.
!warnings! not proof read, suggestive
Sydney was arrogant and cocky. She knew she was good at football and she knew she looked good playing it too. You’ve always done as she asked, wether it was making her a sandwich or whenever she was asking for a kiss. Sydney is just too beautiful to ignore.
You were sat with a few of your Bayern teammates. Sydney had you on her lap and her hands were resting on your thighs, you knew she liked you like that, close to her.
It started with a little teasing from Georgia, she had accused you of being a pillow princes. Yeah, you were one but it wasn’t like you were about to just admit it. So you shook your head in protest.
“Oh come on! You do practically everything Sydney asks you to do. You’ve gone soft.” Sam Kerr scoffed at your denial.
“I’m not soft, i just like to do things for Syd.” you tried to defend yourself but your effort was utile as your girlfriend laughed at you.
“Even your girlfriend thinks you’re joking.” Jill comments with a grin.
“Fuck all of you. I’m not a pillow princess and i’m not fucking soft.” you told the girls.
Sydney began tracing patterns on your thigh to calm you down but it only spurred you on.
“I can prove it to you. At the end of the week you’ll all know who the soft one is.” you said with a huff.
You kept your promise. As soon as you arrived home you went to the kitchen to cook your favourite. You had a soft tune on and were in a good mood. Sydney came into the kitchen minutes before you were done.
“Hi schatz, what’re you cooking for dinner hmm?” she hummed getting closer. She put her hands on your stomach and her head in your neck.
“Smells nice baby.” she complimented your cooking skills. Your girlfriend kissed you on your rosy cheek and went to kiss you on your lips but you turned away.
“Babeee.” she whined into your neck. You had to hide your sneaky smile and acted like you hadn’t done anything.
“What Syd? I’m almost done, can you lay the table please.” you asked her innocently.
After dinner you didn’t really give her any attention. You knew Syd loved physical touch and you weren’t giving her any, she had to be the first to break.
As the both of you got ready for bed you rejected all her little tricks to get you to sleep with her. The little kisses she planted on your neck were wiped away and her soft hands on your body were swatted away.
“Baby come on.” Sydney whined when she tried to kiss you and you turned your head away for the third time in a row. You looked her innocently in the eyes.
Your girlfriend knew it was time to adress the problem. “Schatz it was just a joke, didn’t mean anything by it. Although you are a pillow princess… not that there’s anything wrong with that! You’re my pillow princess hmm?” Syd told you as you laid in bed.
“Yeah but Syd everyone thinks i am one! I’m not soft! And you didn’t even tell them off, you just laughed with them. So i think you can deal with a few days of no kisses.” you told her off.
Sydney looked like the most horrible thing happened the her. “No kisses, but that’s just not fair!” she groaned.
“Should’ve thought about that before you told everyone i’m a pillow princess hmm?” you grinned.
At training you really tried to keep your façade up. Sydney had tried all of het little love tricks on you but you kept your cool. When you needed to partner up for a warm up she planted her hands on your hips and pulled you towards her. Her head came to lay on your shoulder and she whispered in your ear, “Wanna be my partner, babe?”.
You had to admit, it was harder to reject her than you would’ve thought. Especially when she was showing you some extra affection.
You groaned when you noticed everyone had already been partnered up and you had no other choice but to work with your clingy girlfriend.
“Looks like i have no other choice, hmm?” you grumbled under your breath as you walked away towards the dugout.
Sydney grabbed your by your wrist and spun you around so your front collided with hers. Her mouth hovered over your right ear as she whispered, “I know you want me, just give up already.”. You scoffed at that and went to walk away again when you felt her hand slap your ass. You shot her a deadly stare and you received a light laugh in return.
It was the fifth day that one of you broke.
Sunday mornings were always for staying in. It was the day after your game day so it meant resting, well on most Sundays there wasn’t much resting but today you were determined to yet again, reject your girlfriend’s horny teenager behaviour.
You woke up to Syd already awake. She had her arms around you and her legs intertwined with yours. Her warm mouth was pampering kisses all over your morning face.
“Good morning mein schatz.” she whispered in your ear.
You loved her morning voice and it was hard to resist her with her morning hair and soft touches. Especially if she looked as good as she did today. Sydney decided to sleep in one of your old England jerseys and panties.
Being too distracted by your girlfriends morning appearance you failed to notice the warm hand wandering south.
“Hmm Syd..” you groaned into her neck.
“N-not until you tell me i’m right.” you told her.
Sydney was surprised you didn’t just give up. “But babe, it doesn’t matter.” she grumbled.
You went to lay on your other side to check your phone. It was already 11am so that meant it was time for breakfast. “Come on baby, i’m hungry.” you told her. 
“I’m hungry too.. just not for breakfast.” Sydney groaned into her pillow.
But Lohmann didn’t give up though, not until she had won.
The lingering touches and the constant affection didn’t stop. She had you sit on her lap while watching a movie, cooked for you and even fed you. She was upgrading her game.
“Hey schatz, come try the soup i’m making you.” your girlfriend yelled from the kitchen.
You walked over to where she stood and she trapped you between her front and the counter. A spoon of red soup was tilted towards your girlfriend’s mouth to blow on it. When she thought it was the right temperature she moved the spoon towards your mouth.
As you tasted your girlfriend’s cooking she whispered in your ear, “Is it any good?”. You hummed but it quickly turned into a moan when she kissed up your neck.
Her hand traveled lower and her kisses got sloppier. As she set you down on the counter where you were trapped against earlier she hovered her lips over yours.
“Say you want it, and i’ll give it to you.” Sydney told you patiently.
“I want you.” you finally told her.
“You’re just my soft pillow princess hmm?” Sydney smiled against your neck.
AN. haven’t written in a long time and didn’t really want to proofread
I’ve been gaslighting myself into thinking that she was totally fine the past couple of days but i guess the ACL curse was out to get her. What makes everything so much better is that i tore one of my ligaments the same day as her ACL #twins 💪
I’ll be representing Pelova with my new Arsenal home jersey anyway 😔
I kinda miss shadows are to protect even though it was a pain to write it. I’m thinking about writing another series or multiple parts to something. I’m open to smut too but i just don’t know if i’ll deliver anything good.
Give me ideas though, don’t know what and who i’ll write about just yet. (Could be multiple persons)
