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.
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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