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miss nurse — j.b + k.m
a bit of a preface
you were married, not happily though.
your parents arranged it, it was with one of your family friends, your parents wanted you to marry him because he was a doctor, and not bad looking.
your entire life you’ve been pressured to do things you didn’t wanna do, just to make your family happy. you were a physiotherapist for the real madrid team. outside of your marriage you loved your life.
you’re a beautiful woman, with money of your own, the only thing missing is a loving husband. your husband spent most of his time at work, and if he’s not at work he’s at his computer probably jacking it to some random pornstar that looked nothing like you.
it was apparent that your sex life was almost nonexistent, although you were always sexually active, you just never really found that oomf with your husband, he was the first person to ever have sex with you and he was just always super vanilla. fucks you, nuts, and then turns over to sleep.
you didn’t like that though.
you liked someone that paid attention to you, someone that wanted to take their time with you, praise every single inch of you.
aside from your miserable home life, you loved your job. you did what you grew to love, not because of the work but because of the wonderful people.
you get good pay and basically hangout with one of the funniest group of people you’ve ever met. you were always a little older than them but that never really mattered because you look their age. you always maintained a professional relationship with all of them, mostly you got along with some of the players more than others but overall got along with all of them. you and kylian always laughed at stuff he told you because you spoke french so he found it easy to speak to you.
bellingham was always just really charming, always paying you a nice innocent compliment, obviously a professional one, “nice work!” or “thank you for helping me miss nurse!”
miss nurse was your infamous nickname as well. they always called for you on the pitch, no matter what. even if they weren’t injured they would always call you even if it was a small chat.
today was no different. you sat in the bleachers, watching them play and mr alonso teaching them some new techniques. it was good to see them like this, they were learning to press in their matches, and it was good to see carvajal and militao back in training, as well as camavinga.
you saw mbappe give you a small wave which was always super cute.
the rest of the training went by very quick without anyone calling you on the pitch just to ask me how you are. you packed your equipment, dreading the feeling of going home feeling all alone but not actually physically alone. before leaving the huge building you heard someone scream your nickname.
“miss nurse!” you saw kylian and jude jogging towards you, “sorry i don’t mean to be a bother but can we catch a ride with you? trents annoying ass just left without saying anything, completely forgetting that he was our ride here”
“of course!” it was like god was listening to your prayers, any chance you had to not be alone with your husband you took it, no questions asked.
you got into your car door, kylian sitting in the front and jude sitting right behind your seat of your porsche.
“this is a really nice car miss nurse”
“you don’t have to call me that anymore”
“right— sorry, y/n”
you put kylians address first in your phone as the music you played played quietly in the background, all 3 of you surprisingly getting along very well, which sucked in your mind because you didnt want that to end.
“why don’t we get dinner or something”
it was like god was actually on your side today, jude’s suggestion immediately putting light in your eyes, you agreed and it took some convincing for kylian but he agreed.
—
you 3 left the establishment after having some great dinner, getting into your car once again, you were a bit tipsy, after having 1 glass of wine but good enough to drive, kylian and jude both on the same level as you.
“why don’t we go to the park or something” kylian asked nonchalantly, you nodded “y/n i’ll pay for gas” he says smiling at you, feeling his stare burn into your face.
you pulled into a fairly empty park with a big parking lot, it was 11 pm and training finished hours ago, yet your husband, unsurprisingly, not texting you. you look at your phone in disappointment the only notifications only being from your email app and a few text notifications from your friends.
“we should go over there” kylian suggested before stepping out the car, all of you guys going back to a nearby bench, you sat on the table meanwhile they both sat on the chairs.
20 minutes pass by of you guys just telling each other life stories, each story getting more personal and personal, weirdly feeling super comfortable, almost like you can tell them about your husband, so your drunken state, you decided to tell them, what’s the harm you thought.
“i’m very unhappy” you started off, immediately catching their attention, “do tell” jude getting closer, both of them looking at you very intensely, it made you a little nervous, but a good nervous. “well my husband kind of sucks, never really does anything to make me happy, doesn’t really pay attention to me”
“does he fuck you good?”
jude was always straight up and raunchy; but this question caught you very off-guard.
“w-what?” stuttering, already making you very nervous, “i think you knew what i said” he giggled, making the air feel lighter, you looked at kylian, expecting him to look comfortable, but if anything he looked more invested than he did before. “valid question” he says smiling.
“i don’t know-“
“bull shit, you know. he doesn’t, right?” his laugh was cold.
“just shut up” you say getting up, ending this conversation, “that was very unprofessional, jude”
your face felt very hot, they were both extremely attractive but you strived for a healthy relationship with all your coworkers, also you didn’t feel it was appropriate to tell jude about your sex life. “my bad miss nurse, a woman like you just deserves to be treated like a queen” kylians words stayed in your head.
you were truly settling for less, all for the validation of your parents.
you went inside your car as they followed, dropping them home and you had the quietest drive home. your thoughts louder than ever, everyone you’ve ever met was always confused to why your husband wasn’t consistently on his knees praising you. you have a great job, you’re beautiful, and really independent, a dream girl honestly.
you walk into your empty house, the smell of your husbands cologne scent stayed in your hallways you once loved and thought was so homey, now filled with emotionless photographic memories, every single person in those photos reminding you of how unhappy you are.
you and your husband didn’t sleep in the same room anymore and you were fine, even relived at that thought.
you plopped on your bed, the curtains revealing the beautiful city of madrid, you sat up looking towards the city and imagining a life without your husband.
you sighed heavily before opening instagram, finding the first photo to fill your screen is a photo of jude and kylian, their training kit on, sweat sticking on their beautiful bodies.
the sight of that turned you on so much, you twisted and turned in your bed, reaching for your vibrator that was in your bedside table, turning it up at the highest setting, moaning at the sight of the 2 men.
you often imagined 2 men having their way with you, often craving and needing that moment, although you hated your husband, you weren’t a cheater…
you were moaning, your pussy getting super wet like a fountain, you threw your head back whilst you dropped your phone and twisted your bedsheets from pleasure. the sound of the front door opening immediately set you off, turning off your toy and placing it under your pillow. you put your pants back on and turned facing away from the bed, scrolling mindlessly on your phone.
you heard a knock on your door before it opened, your husband looking at you with his tie loose around his collar, hair messed up, reeking of jack daniels. you spotted a kiss mark on his neck, you ignored it, honestly not even caring.
you waved at him before you turned back around in your bed, “goodnight” the last thing that was said in your room before he left, making you feel lonelier. he shut your door before you shut your phone off, going to sleep.
—
you ran around your house preparing some last minute decoration, your work place wanted to have a staff party so you suggested your home, having an excuse to feel less lonely on a saturday.
“please just act normal today” you say to your husband, giving him a kiss on the cheek before exchanging a weak smile.
—
people poured into your house, filling up with your coworkers, as well as the players. the president of real madrid giving you props for throwing a great party, with great food.
the party only lasted a few hours, your husband also leaving at around 12 am to hangout with his buddies, leaving you with a few of the players sitting on your couch, playing on your husbands ps5. jude and kylian staring intently in the tv, while vini and trent trash talk each other, dean on his phone in the corner whilst arda and rodrygo play 2 touch in your backyard, making you smile to yourself. “alright i’m out of here” eduardo says before you exchange your goodbyes, you go up to your bathroom in your room and do your business.
you walk out of your room, startled to see jude and kylian in your bed, giggling at something. you only saw the back of them, it looked like they were carrying something.
“what’re you guys doing here?” the question startled them, before jude turning around confidently with your vibrator in your hand. “i guess this answered my question miss nurse” jude says smugly, you looked at them in horror at what they found. “what the fuck!! get out what are you guys even doing in here” you were frustrated and embarrassed at the same time, they got up, jude still holding your vibrator.
he cornered you, kylian locking the door to your room, eventually joining jude to corner you. “you deserve someone that’ll make you feel good, don’t you think?”
kylians voice stabbed you, only truth spilling out of his gorgeous lips. you looked down, your face hot once again.
“let us make you feel good, what do you think?”
“i can’t i’m married jude and kylian. it’s wrong.”
“you don’t even like him, plus i saw him texting another girl. who the fuck cares”
the intensity they were both giving you was only turning you on more and more. but you couldn’t give in, it went against your contract, your dignity. you were never the type of girl to sleep around with guys.
“come on let me use this on you, kylian hold her”
kylian took your arms behind your body, immediately restraining you from fighting back, and carrying you towards your bed, jude holding you down whilst kylian takes rope from his bag, they fucking planned this?
“kylian…”
you looked at him with pleading eyes, it was like they enjoyed watching you in distress, but you melted under their touch, waiting for the next move.
everything was happening in slow motion, nothing felt real at all. “the safe word is black” you nodded without any more arguing, at this point you decided to not fight anymore, your dream was coming true and you didn’t wanna give it up so easily.
kylian and jude towered over you, watching you like they were hungry, and they were. often thinking about this moment with you.
kylian cut your clothes off your body, including your bra and underwear, now fully naked in front of them.
at this point you weren’t worried that your husband was gonna come home, let alone the rest of the real madrid squad sitting on your couch probably eating leftovers from earlier talking about nonsense. the only thing you were focused on were the 2 men that were gonna finally have their way with you, make you feel appreciated and beautiful.
you were excited to say the least, your wetness pooled between your thighs. jude took his index finger and rubbed your clit, immediately feeling things you’ve never felt before with your husband.
“we’re gonna fuck you so good that you’re gonna forget about your husband” kylian whispered in your ear before kissing your lips, grabbing your face so passionately.
jude was kissing your body while he continued to finger your pussy, moaning in kylians mouth while jude whispered how beautiful you are. kylian told you to get up, now standing up, fully naked. jude laid on the ground and initiated for you to sit on his face, your knees touching the cold ground while jude’s large hands warmed your thighs, his tongue attacking your clit, kylian stepping in front of you while he slid his pants off, his large cock springing up and hitting his abdomen, you looked up at him, while he forcefully opened your mouth. shoving his thick cock down your throat, making you tear up.
you were overwhelmed with pleasure and pain, jude’s tongue effortlessly made you shake with pleasure, his tongue drilled your pussy. kylians dick hitting the back of your throat, you looked up to see him throw his head back and looking down at you, every time he looked at you, his dick pulsated at the sight of you.
your spit dripping down your neck, as your moans were often muffled from how full your mouth was.
kylian removed his cock from your mouth and told both of you to get up, getting on the bed once again. you sat back on jude’s face while kylian pushes you over to jude’s dick, without hesitation you grabbed jude’s thick dick and started slobbering all over it, feeling kylian’s dick slowly penetrate your tight hole.
his dick entered you all at once causing you to scream, not expecting the sudden pain, you were getting stretched out to the max with kylian.
the pleasure was too much, jude sucking on your clit while kylian was slowly thrusting into you, you couldn’t focus on sucking jude’s dick properly, yet it was a sloppy mess, drool coming out of your mouth and landing on his dick, you stroked his dick continuously yet slowly.
your thighs pressed together on jude’s head, you felt like you needed to pee.
your moans become more graphic and loud, kylian exiting you, making you feel empty, yet jude’s mouth still working wonders. you squirted all over jude’s face, your legs shaking. you look behind you to face them, both of their faces looking very satisfied.
jude picked you up effortlessly, and stuck his dick inside of you, not as thick as kylian’s but still very large. his dick instantly filling you up, you shared a kiss with him while kylian sneaks behind you, kissing your neck.
kylian spitting on his dick, before sticking it into your asshole. you wince in pain, this was your first time doing something like that.
“shhh it’s okay” kylian cooed in your ear, they both stopped thrusting into you for a minute so you could adjust to it.
pain quickly turned into pleasure, now you are a moaning mess.
“he could never fuck you like this” jude moaned into your ear while destroying your pussy, kylian still kissing your neck, his hand sliding in between you and jude, snaking his way down to your clit and pressing it constantly.
the boys were both sweaty, yet pleased at the sight of you, they enjoyed watching you being extremely cock drunk, it’s like they did it for you, because you deserve it.
you’ve been deprived of this pleasure all your life, you never wanted this to end.
both of their strokes become slower, their cum about to fill up both of your holes.
you felt both of their seeds fill you up to the brim, their cum dripping out of your pussy, jude throws you on the bed while kylian rubs your clit once again, they want you to cum once again. your moans fill up the room as you grab your bed sheets, your squirt flying and hitting the ground.
you laid their breathing heavily while they laid beside you.
“how was that?” jude asked. all you could do was just smirk in response.
i loved you then..
i still love you now.
més que un club. sempre amb el barça💙❤️
El timelapse de la transformación del Bernabéu en un estadio de la NFL:
could you write a ferran torres fic where he and his wag kinda give off posh spice and david beckham in the 2000s?
spotlight ;;
f!model!reader x ferran torres (spain)
where you and him are like victoria and david beckham… just 20 years later.
a/n: loved this request but i didn’t know how to go about writing it so sorry it took a while </3 i tweaked it a little as well hope you don’t mind!
a/n 2: i don’t know spanish & i wasn’t even gonna TRY 💀 so everything is in english & if you know spanish just pretend the convos are in spanish
day 11 of my world cup 2026 series ~
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you managed to make it to ferran’s game in spite of your busy schedule. hell, you cancelled a shoot for this. he should be grateful.
during one of the slower parts of the game, the cameras panned to you in the crowd: unbothered and looking chic as ever. although when do you not?
you were watching from the closest seats to the pitch along with one of the other wags.
“y/n l/n in attendance,” one of the sky sports commentators muttered as the other let out a soft laugh.
“quite surprising to see her here… she’s pretty lowkey outside of her modelling career, no?”
the camera did a slow zoom in on you texting someone. you were suited up in chunky glasses, a spain-themed tank top, low-rise denim minishorts, and boots. of course you had your accessories as well but they weren’t super visible from where the commentators were.
“have you heard the rumours, actually? she’s been seen with ferran torres back in barcelona a couple of times.”
“really?” the other commentator asked in slight disbelief. after a moment of silence though, it made sense to him.
you finally felt the camera on you which caused you to look at its direction and flash it a small yet elegant smile. one of unbotheredness yet excitement to be here.
“reminds me of posh spice and beckham in 2006. she has that original wag aura.”
the other commentator let out a sound of agreement.
then the match ended 4-0. ferran almost got his goal but it was ruled offside. unfortunate, but you saw it coming. you then quietly made your way to their hotel.
*
back in his room, he lied on his bed while you sat beside him, the both of you knowing you weren’t supposed to be there. his head was in your lap while he texted pedri about something.
you suddenly received a text from one of your closest friends — “look at twitter rn”.
confused, you opened up the app and it was right in your face. the first post on your feed was tagged “ferranandy/n” along with a picture of the two of you after the game.
you let out a soft snicker as you turned your phone towards him. “we look so cute together.”
he laughed. “there were commentators talking about us, you know. apparently we’re like posh spice and david beckham. i’m half the player he is though.”
you gave him a small frown before you put down your phone and put a hand on his cheek.
“don’t say that. you’re good too,” you reassured.
“i know i’m good,” he started, to which you scoffed, “i’m just saying he’s better. at least in his day.”
can’t argue with that.
you hummed as you continued scrolling twitter. “we’re like, viral, you know.”
“i don’t care about the rumours. let it be known that i love you. and that i’m yours and you’re mine.”
you laughed before finally turning your phone off and deciding to lay beside him. “how possessive.”
the room went quiet for a moment before you spoke up again. “they were comparing me to posh spice? i must have a great fashion sense then,” you thought out loud.
ferran laughed. a hearty one, at that. “you’re literally a model.”
“hey, sorry, i’m just trying to accept the compliment.”
he rolled his eyes before slinking his arms around your waist. “are the ones i give you not enough, posh?”
“they’re more than enough, david beckham.”
@ vandevens 2026
can we pleaseee get something happy 🥹 perhaps like a dad!pedri fluff? ♥️♥️ love you’re work by the way!
She’s Mine. pedri gonzález x fem!reader
🤍 summary: You and Pedri had a baby girl and you can’t get over how he is as a dad.
🤍 warnings: extremely adorable fluff + baby mara ☹️💕
🤍 wc: 500+
🤍 yap! i love you guys so here’s something happy <3 congrats on being the first request anon !!
🤍 my girls <3 extra special dedication to pedri’s real wife @planetpedri !! &&. @ar4ujos @hrts4havertz @iovepoem @joaoflms @halfwayhearted 💕
Three years ago,
It had been a few days since you had given birth to your beautiful baby girl, Mara. As soon as Pedri laid his eyes on her and held him in his arms he said, “She’s mine. She’s all mine” and you couldn’t help but smile. He had been excited for this baby the whole nine months through, helping you through the entirety of the pregnancy. Even though he won’t admit it, you swear he started crying when you revealed it to him.
Months later, Mara began to babble, saying things in her baby language only she could understand. Then her first word came; Papi. Another moment that Pedri refuses to admit made him shed a tear.
Once she started to walk, she followed Pedri everywhere. If he went to the bathroom, she would stand outside the door and wait for him. He wanted to cook? Okay, so did Mara. She was a daddy’s girl through and through, begging mommy to take her to his matches. And you would, wearing a jersey that was a little too big for her with her daddy’s name on the back and pigtails in her hair.
A year later,
Mara had begun speaking in full sentences. It was kind of broken, but she still tried her best. She had grown to be friends with Raphinha’s son, Gael. While the two kids hung out, Pedri and Rapha did too. You would stay and talk to Raphinha’s wife, Taia, and both of your families would sometimes go out together as one.
You remember one night Mara was a year and a half years old and you and Pedri were having a quiet argument while she slept. Your voices began to raise from just above a whisper, waking your baby.
“Mamá, papi, are you okay?” She asked, an innocent tone in her voice. She had inherited Pedri’s big brown eyes, which just added onto the softness of it all. Naive Mara was, not yet having the capability to pick up on things.
“Everything’s okay, nena. Come here,” Pedri answered for the two of you, Mara climbing into bed with the two of you, your small family falling asleep together.
A year after that,
Pedri and you decided it was time for Mara to have a friend at home, thus became the idea of ‘Nilo.’ Nilo was not one specific dog yet, but the two of you decided together that that was going to be its name. You decided to surprise your baby for her second birthday, and excited was an understatement.
“It’s a puppy!” She exclaimed as she chased Nilo around, petting him repeatedly once she reached him.
You caught Pedri smiling at his baby and his new dog. “He’s all yours, nena.”
The four of you would now go on trips together, one being the zoo. Mara was now fully walking and you and Pedri had taught her to hold him on a leash.
She would walk him around and show him the animals, pointing at one and saying, “Look Nilo!”
The ones she couldn’t see at her height she would whine and her papi would pick her up. She would gasp and say, “Mamá! Look!” And point out the color of the animal.
The next year,
There was a home match in Barcelona and Mara hadn’t been to one in a while. This time, you went with Gael and Taia, the children wearing customized jerseys with their own names on them while you and Taia represented your husbands.
At this game in particular, Pedri scored with Rapha’s assist. Although the kids didn’t quite understand it much, they still celebrated their fathers’ goal and assist together.
Instead of his signature celebration, Pedri decided he was going to dedicate his goal to his girls; you and Mara.
★ . . . 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 , 𝐉𝐁𝟓
summary , the daughter of lewis hamilton and a 3 time f1 world champion life is pretty great especially now that you have found a special someone
pairing , jude bellingham x fem! hamilton! redbull! f1 driver! reader
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