Ona x reader something fluffy that leads into something suggestive…like them just acting so touch starved and basically annoying all their teammates during team bonding and Ona and reader leave early
Prompt: you and ona are just very much in love
Words: 740
Warnings: fluffy
A/N:
It started the second you sat down in the lounge for team bonding.
Ona had draped herself over you like a blanket — legs tangled with yours, chin hooked over your shoulder, her fingers absentmindedly tracing shapes on your thigh. It was… sweet, sure, but she hadn’t let up for even a second.
“Are you two fused at the hip now?” Patri teased from across the table, trying to keep a straight face.
“Not my fault,” Ona mumbled into your neck, her lips brushing your skin with every word. “She’s warm.”
“You’re clingy,” Mapi shot back, reaching over to flick Ona’s ponytail. “And distracting. Some of us are trying to play charades without watching a romcom in the corner.”
Ona only tightened her arms around your waist, ignoring the laughter from the rest of the team. You could feel her grin against your jaw. “They’re just jealous.”
By the time dessert came out, Ona was playing with your fingers under the table, leaning in to whisper little things only you could hear — and each time she did, your teammates groaned.
“Okay,” Alexia finally said, throwing her hands up, “if you two are going to keep… whatever this is, do it somewhere else.”
You caught Ona’s mischievous glance before she murmured, “Good idea.”
Minutes later, you were both slipping out the door into the cool evening air. She laced her fingers with yours, tugging you toward the car with that smile that told you she’d been plotting this escape since the moment you walked in.
“You know,” you said, letting her pull you along, “you are ridiculously touch starved.”
She stopped just long enough to press a slow kiss to your cheek, her voice dipping low as she whispered, “Maybe. Guess you’ll have to help me fix that… all night.”.
When you got back to yours, she didn’t even bother taking her shoes off before she pulled you into the hallway, pressing her forehead to yours. Her hands roamed slowly over your sides, like she was mapping you out after weeks apart — except you’d seen her this morning.
“Ona…” you laughed softly, but it died in your throat when she kissed you, deep and lingering. “You really couldn’t wait until we got home, could you?”
“No,” she admitted shamelessly, her nose brushing yours. “And I’m not waiting now, either.”
When the door clicked shut behind you, Ona wasted no time. She pressed you back against the wall of the hallway, her breath warm against your lips as her hands slid under your shirt, fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns over your skin.
You tilted your head, eyes fluttering closed, savoring the way her touch sent little sparks up your spine. “You really didn’t wait at all,” you whispered, voice husky.
She grinned against your mouth, nipping gently at your bottom lip. “Why wait when I can have you now?”
Her hands slipped lower, fingers threading through the waistband of your pants, teasing just enough to make your heart race. She pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, that mischievous glint shining bright.
“You’ve been driving me crazy all evening,” she murmured, voice low and teasing. “Every time I touched you, I was counting down the minutes until we could be alone.”
You wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her closer until your foreheads rested together. The soft hum of the quiet apartment wrapped around you both, making the world outside fade away.
“I was just as bad,” you admitted, brushing your fingers through the loose strands of hair at her nape. “But now you have me all to yourself. What do you want to do with me?”
Her lips curved into a slow smile as she trailed kisses down your jawline, each one lighter than the last, a featherlike tease. “I want to remind you what you’ve been missing,” she said, voice thick with promise. “All the little touches, the way my hands fit perfectly on your body… I want to make sure you don’t forget it.”
You shivered when she slipped her hand beneath your shirt again, her fingertips dancing over your ribs, the heat from her skin spreading like wildfire.
She paused, eyes searching yours for permission, then pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your collarbone.
The night stretched out before you — slow, deliberate, and full of the kind of quiet intimacy only the two of you could share after days of waiting.
Prompt: You and your wife have a day out with your daughter and tell the patri team some exciting news.
Words: 629
Warnings: nothing
A/N: IM BACCKKKK DID YOU MISS ME
It was early in the morning, you knew that, but what time it was wasn't a single clue.
But it was like this every morning.
You would be asleep next to your wife, Patri, her arm draped lazily over your waist, her face buried in the crook of your neck. snuggling in close, half awake with the morning sun in your eyes, and you would just hear the sound of little feet running down the hard wooden floor heading towards your bedroom.
The bedroom door burst open with more enthusiasm than stealth, and in came your daughter, a beaming ball of energy in mismatched pyjamas, clutching her favourite stuffed animal.
“Mama! Mamiiii!” she giggled, climbing up onto the bed without hesitation.
Patri groaned softly, still half-asleep, but there was a smile tugging at her lips. She cracked one eye open, catching sight of your little girl already wedging herself between the two of you.
“Buenos días, princesa,” she mumbled, her voice raspy with sleep.
Your daughter snuggled in, the three of you tangled together in a warm, sleepy heap. Patri kissed your forehead, then your daughter’s, before closing her eyes again.
“Mornings like this,” she whispered, “I never want to get up.”
And for once, you completely agreed.
By mid-morning, the three of you were walking into the FC Barcelona training complex. Patri had one hand in yours, the other holding your daughter’s tiny palm as she bounced along, wide-eyed at the buzz of activity.
Inside, teammates greeted you with warmth.
“Look who’s here!” Alexia called, crouching down to your daughter’s height. “Our future captain!”
Your daughter shyly hid behind your leg, peeking out at her “tía Alexia,” who grinned and offered a high five.
Irene walked by and ruffled your little girl’s hair. “Careful, Pat, if she hangs around here too much, she’s going to start giving team talks.”
Patri smirked. “Better than some of the ones you give.”
Irene rolled her eyes playfully and moved on.
During warm-up, you and your daughter sat on the sidelines, watching Patri on the pitch. Your daughter clapped every time she saw her mama touch the ball, her voice carrying across the grass:
“¡Vamos, Mama!”
When training ended, Patri jogged over, still catching her breath, and scooped your daughter into her arms. “See? That’s what hard work looks like, princesa.”
Your daughter beamed. “I’m going to play with you one day.”
Patri kissed her forehead, looking over at you with a proud smile. “Then we’d better keep bringing her along.”
When training ended, Patri jogged over, still catching her breath, and scooped your daughter into her arms. “See? That’s what hard work looks like, princesa.”
Your daughter beamed. “I’m going to play with you one day.”
Patri kissed her forehead, then looked at you with that look — the one that said it’s time.
You cleared your throat, feeling every set of eyes turn towards you as the players gathered around.
“So, uh… we actually wanted to tell you all something.”
Alexia tilted her head, smirking. “You’re not moving away, are you? Because we’re not letting Pat go.”
Patri shook her head, her grin growing. “No… actually, we’re adding to the family.”
It took a moment for the words to sink in — and then Mapi gasped.
“You’re pregnant?!” she blurted, practically bouncing.
You laughed, nodding. “Yep. Baby number two is on the way.”
The reaction was immediate — cheers, clapping, a chorus of felicidades. Aitana hugged you so tight you could barely breathe, while Alexia kissed your daughter’s cheek and said, “You’re going to be the best big sister.”
Patri wrapped her arm around you, smiling at her teammates. “Guess we’ll have to get a second little kit ready.”
And just like that, the pitch felt even warmer — not just from the sun, but from the love surrounding your growing family
Rubiales being found guilty marks an important step towards better protection for female football players.
However, the sentence feels completely inadequate and ridiculous in comparison to what happened after the kiss. The fact that he, Vilda, and others were acquitted of coercion is deeply disappointing—it almost feels like a bad joke.
We hope that the end of the trial brings Jenni Hermoso some form of peace.
Prompt: you, your wife and your son go to training
Words: 855
Warnings: nothing
A/n: i am back heheheheh
The alarm buzzed softly, just enough to stir you awake. You reached over to silence it, your fingers brushing against Irene's arm as you did. She murmured something in her sleep, her breath warm against your shoulder. The familiar routine of the morning, filled with love and warmth, enveloped you, setting a comforting tone for the day.
"Time to wake up, love," you whispered, kissing gently on her forehead. Irene's eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile spreading across her face.
"Good morning," she mumbled, stretching her arms above her head.
You slipped out of bed and walked down the hall to your son's room. As expected, he was awake, sitting in his crib and talking to himself. His face lit up when he saw you, and he reached out with chubby hands.
"Buenos días, mi pequeño," you cooed, scooping him up into your arms. You didn't notice that Irene walked up behind you, hugging her arms around you, kissing your cheek softly, and making funny faces at your son, which made him laugh.
"There's my little man," she said, her voice full of love as she reached for your son. He practically leapt from your arms to hers.
Breakfast was a bustling affair. You made coffee while Irene fed your son, and his high chair was strategically placed between the two of you so he could watch everything he tried to do with his food, usually throwing it onto the floor.
"We've got training today," Irene reminded you as she handed your son a piece of banana.
"Right," you replied, sipping your coffee. "And a meeting with the coach afterwards. It should be a busy day."
After breakfast, you dressed your son in a miniature Barça kit and got yourself ready for the day. As you were finishing up, your phone buzzed with a message from Alexia Putellas.
Alexia: Morning! Are you guys bringing the little one to training today? The team misses him.
You smiled at the message and showed it to Irene. "It looks like the team wants to see our little superstar."
Irene laughed, shaking her head. "He's already got more fans than we do."
Once you told your son that he would see all of his favourite aunties, it wasn't that hard to get him into the car to go to training.
When you and Irene walked into the training ground with your son, Patri and Claudia ran up to him. Claudia picked him up and spun him around, little cute giggles escaping his mouth as he smiled. Patri joined in, making funny faces and tickling him.
Throughout the day, the team took turns entertaining your son. Alexia brought some mini soccer balls and played a playful kickaround with him. At the same time, Mapi and Ingrid taught him a few dance moves that left him laughing and clapping.
During a break, Patri approached you and Irene with a big smile. "Would it be okay if he stayed with me tonight? and it would give you two some time together."
You looked at Irene, who nodded in agreement. "That sounds wonderful, Patri. Thank you so much." Your son, sensing the change in plans, looked up at you with his big, innocent eyes, as if seeking your approval. When you smiled and nodded, his face lit up with excitement.
Patri beamed. "It's my pleasure! We'll have a great time, won't we, little guy?" she said, ruffling your son's hair.
As the day ended and training wrapped up, you gathered your things while Irene helped your son get his shoes back on. Patri was already waiting by the lockers, ready to take on babysitting duty with a mischievous grin.
Your son, comfortably settled in Patri's arms, clung to her without hesitation, his little hands patting her cheeks as if approving. Irene kissed his forehead, whispering, "Be good for Patri, okay?" He nodded, looking very serious momentarily before breaking into a wide, toothy grin.
As you and Irene said your goodbyes, Patri gave you a reassuring wink. "We'll have a blast. I've got snacks, toys, and a new bedtime story lined up. You two just focus on enjoying yourselves."
With a final wave, you and Irene headed back to the car, a comfortable silence settling between you.
Once home, Irene kicked off her shoes and sighed in relief. "It's so quiet," she murmured, almost in awe. You smiled, feeling the same sense of calm settle over you.
You walked up behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist. "What do you want to do with our alone time, señorita?"
She tilted her head back to look at you, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "I can think of a few things."
You spent the evening cooking a simple dinner together, laughing and stealing kisses as you moved around the kitchen. It was a peaceful moment with no little hands trying to grab your food or toys scattered underfoot.
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