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the first time you met Lupe was during the beginning of the second season for the AAGPBL in Rockford, Illinois
most of the original Peaches were back on the team with a few newcomers
but that’s not where you met the famous Spanish Striker
you often spent your nights at the factory as a welder, covered in dirt and sweat
some nights after work if you weren’t too tired you found yourself heading behind an abandoned factory with a basketball in hand
the memories of the summer heat back in your hometown would defog your mind in the early mornings
how your brothers would pass a worn basketball they found from a dumpster back and forth on the hot cement
the rusted and cut metal trashcan they had screwed into some plywood acting as the hoop
you were playing with them before you could remember
the feeling of the balls stitching between your fingers and the exhilaration of running up for a dunk
it was around 5am when you made it to your secret spot
a flat open cement lot sat behind the old brick wall, just as you left it
with the dawn coming in you got to clearing your mind
running drills like you would do at home, the bounce of the ball echoing off the hard surfaces
you would count the dribbles in your head and remember to exhale while making a flying leap for the basket
exhaustion and hunger started to creep up on you, signaling the end of the mini practice
ball in hand, squat position ready you were just about to make one final throw but something caught your attention
a ball, a baseball? sailing overhead
wait no
it was falling, falling towards you!
squinting against the sun you dropped the basketball in your arms and took a couple paces back
timing the ball, you took 3 large steps before shooting up into the air and catching the baseball in your left hand
a smile spread across your face, then looking around
someone must have hit this from somewhere?
the sounds of footsteps sounded, before someone jogged around the corner of the brick wall
brown slacks and a white baseball jersey hung loosely off her figure
sweat gathered on her brow with a head of curly black hair tucked under a cap
she looked familiar somehow but you can’t seem to remember
“Oh, hey. Sorry, uh that’s mine.” The person stammered
you blinked the sun out of your eyes
“No worries.” you offer a small smile before underhand tossing the ball back. “didn’t think anyone else would be back here.”
“same here.” a grin tugged at the woman's lips
“Don't worry you can have it back to yourself.” you said packing up the basketball and giving her a mock finger salute
the interaction was brief but little did you know that none other than Lupe Garcia had a mischievous grin on her face walking back to play ball with Jess
“the fuck you smiling at?” Jess’s blunt but teasing tone cut through Lupe’s brain
“Nothin, shut up.” Lupe caught the eyebrow raise Jess threw her way, the factory worker girl’s smile still in her mind.
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 3 · Slam Dunk pt.2 · it was a warm day in Illinois when Lupe saw you next
like every year the baseball teams had to go through
𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 for ellie williams, abby anderson, lottie matthews, quinn fabray, santana lopez, amber freeman, hazel callahan, lupe garcía and jess mccready. the only male i write for is finnick odair as he is my comfort character please do not pester me about it, i am a lesbian and i do not feel comfortable with any others. soon to be found 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 here. mainly character studies and drabbles. no topics are off limits, i want to practice my writing so please feel free to submit any requests.
Summary: Lupe, worried shitless, tends to your wounds after accidentally throwing a ball to your face. Spoiler; she makes it up to you with a kiss. Good old fashioned Hurt/Comfort.
Word count: 2.9K
A/N: It’s been so long since I’ve posted my first fic on here and some people liked it!!! I thank and kiss on the head all 100 of you<3 I’m back with another one so comments and constructive criticism are very appreciated:)! I hope reading this provides you with as much comfort as writing it did for me.
You don’t know what hit you. Quite literally.
Unsteady, you trip and drop butt first on the hard concrete. A ball straight to the face knocks you off your feet.
You’re not very quick to think of the consequences, and so you instinctively bend your elbows to ease your fall.
Effective. Though, not by much.
Does it soften the impact of the fall? Maybe. Is your back spared an injury? Most likely.
But cement is merciless when it’s hit with force, nonetheless.
You try to get up but you feel heavy, giving in to your own bodyweight eventually and Lupe is immediately at your side.
Still processing what had just happened, your fingers reach to the centre of your face in an attempt to soothe the pain that shot up in the middle of your injured nose.
Blood? Huh.
The pitched ball, however soft, catches you by surprise, causing you to lose your balance and still manages to pop some blood vessels in your nostrils.
~~~
You rue the day you decided to get anywhere near a ball.
You have watched Lupe for a while now from your balcony. Actually, you have made a habit out of it.
Every now and again you’d hear grunting and a few ‘fucks’ here and there, and every time you’d rush to your balcony and watch as Lupe threw ball after ball.
She pitches with an impressive force. You don’t know much about baseball but you could see, her form emits confidence, the determined look on her face seems everlasting.
You are infatuated with the Peach to say the least, it doesn’t help that she’s easy on the eyes too. You do stare. It is all but inevitable, really.
Until, you were caught one time a month or so ago— “You’re going to hide up there forever?” She’d barked.
“Oh, I— I was just,” you’d stumbled on your words then, being caught like that.
It was humiliating.
“I don’t mind an audience. Just don’t be a creep.” She had told you, turned her attention back to her practice and paid you no mind.
You remember feeling a tiny bit very insulted when she waved you off. But you preserved, having other plans in mind.
You had decided that that was not going to be the last Lupe will be seeing of you. And like any sane person you were going to jump at the first opportunity to initiate contact.
“Can you teach me?” you’d blurted out with utmost enthusiasm, surprising yourself and her at the time.
She turned to you again, looked you up and down, eyebrows raised “seriously?”
Seriously.
Lupe was feeling particularly bored that day, and frankly she was kind of over having to keep stealing glances at you all the way down from her backyard. She wanted you closer.
“You better not waste my time.”
“Yes!” You’d cheered, jumping on your balcony’s railing nearly toppling over from excitement.
Plan in motion.
~~~
Your graceful fall leaves you uncomfortable in all sorts of ways.
Lupe is a nervous wreck. “God, I’m so sorry.”
You look up at her, confused. She looks like she’s just accidently stepped on a little puppy's tail. You blink.
She hovers over you, face so close you can see the panic in her eyes. “Are you okay?” Her voice sounds brittle.
Silence.
She cups your face with both hands and slightly raises her voice as though she was calling you back from the dead, “speak, Christ’s sake!” Lupe was damn near losing it, she shouldn’t be this tense, she’s witnessed and been the perpetuator of this type of incident countless times before, during games, during practice.
But this time it was different. It was you.
“Hey I’m not dead. That okay with you?” you groan trying to sit up straight once more.
Lupe sighs. If you’re making sick jokes moments after being hit with a leather ball to the face then your injuries can’t be that bad.
(She hopes).
You look at your fingers, they’re dripping, on your lap, the floor, on your favourite baseball shirt Lupe had ‘lent’ you a couple of weeks ago. It’s all covered in red now.
“Am I bleeding?”
You start to freak out and Lupe is a little relieved that you’re finally making sense of your surroundings. She manages to regain whatever little composure she could, embarrassed at her little emotional outburst a minute ago.
“Looks like it. Let’s get you inside, alright?” Lupe helps you up, one hand– her hand, on your lower back. The soft touch makes you scream internally.
The other hand holds your arm. The touch sends you screaming, literally.
You cry out. The clumsy drop left you with many cuts and scratches of every colour and Lupe had just flared one up when her hand came in contact with your arm.
“What is it?” she knits her brows, voice inquiring with sincere concern.
“I think I scraped my elbow” you rotate your arm to take a better look at the cut.
“Lemme see.” She slowly traces her fingers around your cuts and your eyes are fixed on the movement. The new contact of Lupe’s skin on yours makes you feel dizzy.
You swallow, eyes still locked on Lupe’s pretty fingers moving along your arm, the pain forgotten for a split second.
And Lupe’s mind is racing anew, going off speed limit. Her stomach sinks, the guilt is eating at her.
She’s always made sure her pitches were as soft as possible, she always wants you to be able to catch the ball.
Nothing matches the proud smile you flash at her whenever you catch one of her throws. And when you get a little too excited and you jump, your hair jumps with you. Your skirt does too. Lupe lives for it.
Was she thrown off her game? Distracted ? She’s not entirely sure what happened but she knows she hurt you and it feels like hell.
“It’s not—” Lupe begins, stopping mid sentence when she notices the distraught look on your face. “Doesn’t look that bad.” She notes inspecting the ‘wound’.
You relax a bit, physically deflating.
Lupe is not so calm. There is a slight tremble to her moving hands, they shake just so. You can feel it as she holds your own. She’s picking at her lower lip, biting hard enough for blood to converge around the pressure added by her grinding teeth.
She is distressed, and can't stand the fact that you’re in pain. “I can bandage it for you. I have to deal with Jess’ every night after practice,” she rushes, and gives you a reassuring smile, simmering down herself.
~~~
You remember Jess, two weeks ago she had greeted you right as she was walking out the backdoor of the Peaches’ house.
“It’s batting day.” Lupe had told you that day. She was going to teach you how to swing a bat. She’d wasted no time coming behind you the second you held your bat, to “correct your stance” you recall her instructions.
Her arms wrapped entirely around your upper body, her hands holding your hands gripping the bat, “you’re tense.” No shit.
“Relax your shoulders.” Lupe had ordered, one hand moving to squeeze your bicep hoping it will provide you with some comfort.
No comfort was provided.
There is no relaxing when Lupe is breathing down your neck, literally, her lips mere millimetres away from yours. 'Relax–' you could hear the smugness in her voice, you don’t see the smirk but you know it’s there and you want to slap kiss it off her face at the audacious request.
“Hey Lu. Miss.” Jess tipped off her cap. Ever the gentleman.
“Oh, hi. Hello” you were startled by the new presence and quickly moved to untangle yourself from your instructor.
Lupe immediately takes offence, folds her arms frowning at the unwanted intrusion, unappreciative of the sudden lack of proximity between the two of you.
“You must be Rockford’s newest Peach” Jess joked.
You laughed abashedly toying with your bat.
“Just Lu’s then?” She casually threw, raising her eyebrows at you.
Hm?
She’d winked at Lupe and got a ball thrown at her from the very flustered Striker as a result.
Just Lu’s. Whatever that means. You like the sound of it, you thought. Lupe not so much though, you recall.
~~~
Lupe helps you inside the house. All tender and bloodied, you cling to her arm.
She leads you into the kitchen and ushers you to the sink.
Lupe fetches a clean tea towel from the kitchen cupboard and wets it by the opened tap.
You watch her every move, a force of habit.
“It’s fine. I can do it myself” you move forward to grab the towel out of Lupe’s grip.
Resting one elbow on the countertop, Lupe pulls her busy hand away from you. “Uh-uh,” she waves a finger at you. “Let me. Please.” She moves closer, “I’ll take good care of you.”
“You don’t have to,” you protest quietly, embarrassed at the situation you led yourself into. But (not so) secretly hope that Lupe would follow through with her offer regardless.
“Already told ya I’m good at this, your pretty face is in good hands.”
What a gloat.
“Alright, but only because you insist,” you speak softly, cheeks hot, you roll your eyes at her.
Lupe smirked, victory is hers. “Look at you being shy.”
She’s easing up. Lupe holds the piece of cloth to your face and it is all that separates you from her.
She cleans your bloodied nose so gently you close your eyes enjoying the sensation.
“Don’t die on me soldier,” she commands.
“Hmmm this soldier doesn’t think she can keep up, Doc,” you say, eyes still closed.
Lupe can’t help but pause her action, two fingers tilting your chin up, she stares.
God she is so into you.
She immediately stops herself in the act realising what she’s doing, she takes a step back, shaking her head as though it would shrug off the mushiness that washed all over her with your handsome face between her fingers.
“Why don’t you take a seat while I get some alcohol for your cuts.”
She pulls out your chair for you and you sit, anticipating Lupe’s return as soon as she leaves the room.
Moments later Lupe comes back with the promised sanitising equipment. “Ready?” she asks, holding booze in one hand and a piece of cloth in the other.
You gulp.
You wrap both feet around the chair legs at the sight of the bottle, the anticipation of the stinging sensation makes you freeze in fear, you know exactly what awaits you.
Lupe seizes the chance and moves to stand in the empty space between your parted thighs, pulls the cork out of the bottle with her teeth and pours the liquid onto the cloth.
“Gimme your hand.”
You comply, content with the renewed touch. Not for long though.
You wince the second the alcohol-drenched cloth comes in contact with your scraped arm, closing your eyes shut as though it will make the pain disappear.
“Ow, ow, ow, take it off, take it off,” you start whining.
“You’re such a princess, you know that.” Lupe mocks you, and removes the cloth at your demand.
“Yeah well, an injured one too,” you defend yourself, rubbing around your cut to cool off the burning from the alcohol.
“It’s not even that bad,” she teases.
“This could have been a lot worse. I could have died!”
Lupe side-eyes you as she puts the bottle away and scoffs, shaking her head at the overstatement.
“Whatever you say, princess.”
“Hey! Don’t pretend like you weren’t about to faint out there.”
Lupe averts her eyes, still holding your arm, peevish at the accusation. She releases a deep sigh, and shifts her attention back to your injury, deciding to ignore the fun you were poking at her expense.
She was definitely busted.
“That’s right, I saw that,” you hit a nerve, you can tell that she’s embarrassed. “You were worried about me,” you beam proudly.
“Well, how about you stay quiet,” she tightens the gauze around your arm, “and let me finish fixing you up.” She orders.
“You’re mean,” you complain, fishing for consolation from Lupe.
She stops, raises her hands in front of her face, “Unless you want me t–”
“Fine.” You cut her off, a hint of defeat in your voice, you obey all the same.
“There’s a good girl.” She looks you directly in the eye, all while she resumes her work on you.
Who’s about to faint now.
~~~
Fact; you scared the living shit out of her.
Also fact; she was not about to let you know. She will not let you have it. You’ll never let her live it down. Lupe was not about to give you this kind of satisfaction. Other kinds she dreams about, yes but not this.
“Better?” she asks, tying the gauze into a perfect little bow. “Made it cute for you,” she admires her handiwork.
“Not really,” you bat your lashes at Lupe and give her a big pout, “still hurts.” You enjoy her undivided attention. You want more.
“Want me to kiss it better, your royal highness?” She offers sarcastically, brushing her thumb along your inner arm.
“Stooooooop calling me that” you half laugh half whine looking up at Lupe from your chair.
“You make it so easy.” she laughs, looking down at you, delicately holding your arm still.
“I do not!” you protest, fists clenched to your sides and feet ready to stomp. She’s so got you. The playful back and forth is driving you crazy, Lupe is driving you crazy, you look for something to fiddle with. You find yourself putting one finger through the loop of her jeans, unintentionally pulling her slightly closer.
Lupe is pleasantly surprised by your move, she grins at you tucking a hair behind your ear, the tips of her fingers lingering on your neck.
It gets you excited. Your head tips to the side leaning into her touch, “You’re beautiful,” you mumble gazing up at her adoringly.
She chuckles, thumb still drawing circles behind your ear, “And you’re loopy from the hit.”
You hum smiling. You look so kissable Lupe thinks, but she doesn’t dare.
You think she looks so kissable. But your chair is too comfortable. You have to get creative. Get her down to kiss you with minimal effort.
You remove her hand from your neck and lock your fingers between hers. You drop your other hand from her jeans and you hold her free one. Lupe squeezes your fingers approving of the gesture. You pull her closer by the hands, resting your chin on her stomach, you hold her gaze.
“Kiss me?” You ask innocently.
Lupe is warm all over. She likes your confidence. You’re not sure where you’d garnered that. Maybe you are a little loopy after all.
She gives you the sweetest smile, the bottoms of her teeth slightly poking out, you peel into giddy laughter and kiss the middle of her abdomen over her plaid shirt . She is breathless from the act.
Lupe lowers herself to your level, supporting herself with one hand on the back of your chair, the other caresses your face.
“Sorry about this,” she mumbles, the pad of her thumb brushing the tip of your nose.
You refuse to indulge. “M’no.” You shake your head, eyes fleeting shut. Lupe ducks a little, her lips barely touching yours. She lingers with her mouth open.
She pulls away and you open your eyes, quickly squirming up in your chair chasing Lupe’s mouth. You pull her down by the pockets and catch her into an impatient, messy kiss.
You pull away and she rests her forehead on yours, her thumbs brushing the baby hairs on the sides of your face.
“Feel any better?”
You don’t answer, but your shaky release of a breath is a dead giveaway.
“That was pretty nice,” she whispers to a still-closed-eyed you.
Nice.
Nice is an understatement of course. She could totally live off of your kisses alone for the rest of her life, Lupe thinks.
“Anything else, princesa?” she offers slyly. She wants it just as much as you need it.
“More…”
Lupe complies, her kisses tentative and gentle, and you lose your fingers in her hair.
Safe to say that there was a lot of making up and out that night.
~~~
“How come you didn’t see the ball?” Lupe asks, tangled up in her sheets with you, pausing the trail of kisses she was leaving down your chest.
“Mmhmm, let’s not fuss over the details.” You pull her face up to you and kiss her again with even more fervour, averting the subject alltogether.
Truth is, you got a little bored between catching and missing half the balls Lupe was pitching your way.
Amidst the boredom you decided to make your own rules, Lupe was going to catch your balls now.
You quickly grabbed a ball off the ground and threw it towards her, Lupe immediately raised her hand jumping a little to catch your stray ball. Her shirt raised a smidgeon above her waist revealing her lower torso, and you caught a glimpse of her belly.
You ate it up no doubt. Distracted, you caught a ball to the face as well.
You’re a lousy trainee. Lupe doesn’t mind, at the end of that day she got to kiss you, amongst other things.
You’re a lousy trainee. Lupe doesn’t mind, at the end of that day she got to kiss you, amongst other things.
omg a part 2 to blue moon pls perhaps with lupe smut, maybe ms holiday (love that thank u) goes to a game and some other girl (peach or other team) flirts with her and we get jealous lupe…………. hot
you are brilliant
rumor has it // lupe garcia
warning: 69’ing with lupe, jealousy, possessiveness, dirty talk, top!lupe
pairing: lupe garcia x fem reader
a/n: i wasn’t planning on writing a part 2 originally but i love everything about this so here we go (also i had to google baseball terms for this so if they’re incorrect forgive me)
anticipation radiated off of the crowd as the teams tied. it was the final inning of the game and the blue sox batter stepped up to home plate. you watched nervously as lupe prepared herself for her final pitch.
she placed her feet shoulder width apart winding up her arm, she then lifted her leg parallel to the ground extending her arm as far as she could, exerting all of her power on the baseball. it flew from her grasp and past the batter and straight into carson’s mitt, first strike.
a sudden burst of cheers came from the crowd but it was too early to celebrate. silence swept over the onlookers as lupe took her spot once again, repeating the same series of moves almost ritualistically.
she launched the ball and it soared through the air, the batter swung hard but to no avail and it landed into the mitt, second strike.
excitement poured out of you and the rest of the peaches as it came down to one last pitch, it was on lupe. frustrated, the batter stepped up once again bracing for the impact as hundreds of eyes landed on the pitcher.
taking a deep breath lupe reeled the ball in and with all of her strength sent it flying, faster than she’d ever have. it took even carson by surprise as she caught it losing her balance. the crowd erupted into cheers as the peaches took home yet another win.
you shot up joining along as lupe searched for you in the crowd, sending you a small grin before joining the rest of the peaches on the side. she was practically oozing with pride and part of it was because of you.
since your initial meeting at the bar the peaches— or more specifically lupe had been on a winning streak. her performance was better than ever before and most importantly she was happy.
after each game she’d make her way towards your apartment allowing a beautiful relationship to bloom between you— within the walls of your home that is. due to the risks the two of you made sure to limit the displays of affection to indoors, only going out when it was safe, which was rare.
however after enough convincing lupe gave in and you were able to finally watch your girlfriend in action. seeing lupe in the game she was an entirely different person and it left you to wonder what else there was to her.
dozens of people poured off from the stands as the game came to a close, leaving a few others and the teams. although it was completely safe, you made your way to the field, hoping to sneak just a few moments with lupe before going home— but she was nowhere to be found.
the longer you waited the more stares you drew from the blue sox, most of not all curious ones. the attention caused an uneasy feeling to fester inside of you and you were sure you’d made a grave mistake.
turning on your heel you began to make your way to the exit when you felt a soft, alarmingly gentle hand on your shoulder. when you whipped around it wasn’t lupe but a tall, slim blue sox player. she had curly blonde hair that fell at her shoulders and a wicked smirk.
“looking for someone?” she asked.
“i was, but i think i’m just gonna head out.”
her eyes ran over your body as she took a step closer. most of the players were distracted by this point but a few gazes remained, a certain pitcher being one of them.
“that’s too bad….this your first game?”
“that obvious?” you chuckled, nervously picking at the hem of your skirt.
the longer she held you under her gaze the more nervous you became, it was wrong but you didn’t know how to pull away, not without making things worse.
“sort of….you know i like to remember people’s faces in the crowd, especially the new ones.” she purred.
her voice dropped to a teasingly low tone as she stepped closer, drastically diminishing the distance between the two of you. her pupils burned with pure lust as they landed on your lips, setting your cheeks ablaze.
craning her head to the side she leaned into your neck, her breath gently fanning your ear.
“i can’t—“
“i’ve seen you sing at the bar downtown…rumor has it that you offer private shows from time to time.”
a sweltering heat buzzed underneath your skin as the blue sox player watched in amusement. a shit eating smirk spread across her lips as she watched you back away, calmly making a beeline towards the nearest exit.
before you could even make it towards the fence you noticed lupe standing just a few feet away with her arms crossed over her chest. to say she was livid was an understatement.
“lu!” you exclaimed, rushing towards her, “jesus, you won’t believe what just happened-“
yet before the details of your latest encounter could leave your mouth lupe had already walked away, not even sparing you a second glance. she stormed across the field into the peaches changing room, leaving you behind. dumbfounded, you stumbled into the room along with her.
“um…what the hell?”
an eerie silence filled the room as lupe refused to look at you, angrily pulling off her uniform. you stepped closer to her putting a gentle hand on her shoulder when she whipped around to face you, her skin a deep red.
“why are you here?” she barked, pointing an accusatory finger at you. her tone was hostile, a complete contrast to how she normally was with you.
“excuse me?”
rather than pulling away you held your position gazing into lupe’s fierce brown eyes— she was fuming. her fists were balled at her sides and her nose scrunched, causing tiny lines to form.
although she was doing her best to appear intimidating, you weren’t scared, more so intrigued. you’d never witnessed this side of lupe and for some reason it stirred something deep inside of you.
“you said you wanted to see me. then when i come looking for you i find you flirting with the blue sox pitcher,” she spat.
jealousy was laced in each and every word that left lupe’s mouth. the way she spoke of the blue sox pitcher and seeing you with her— it all read envy. your relationship had rarely ever been put to the test of outside influences. therefore experiencing it for the very first time sent lupe into a fit of jealousy that she had no way of containing, or so she thought.
“honey, i do wanna see you. what you saw- i promise it’s nothing.”
you brought your hand over to her cheek, cupping it in your palm to reassure her, but she wasn’t fully convinced. now, lupe didn’t doubt your ability to be faithful in fact it was the least of her worries. her biggest gripe was with the thought of someone else talking, touching or even thinking about you in the way that she did.
she saw it in the bar, the way both men and women flocked to you with their awful methods of flirting. they’d gawk at your body and gush over your singing just to win you over, but it rarely ever amounted to anything. however seeing fellow players have their shot with you was completely uncharted territory.
“you don’t believe me, do you?”
lupe remained silent but that alone was enough confirmation. it was becoming abundantly clear that words alone weren’t going to convince her. you wrapped your arms around her neck, ushering her closer as she felt your chest press against hers.
“what would it take….to convince you?”
lupe snuck her arm around your waist, her eyes burning with desire along with hundreds of possible ideas that ran through her mind. but she finally settled on one when her eyes landed on the wooden bench just a few feet away.
“i’d like to witness ms holiday in all her glory.” she teased, eyeing you up and down through your tight floral dress. her lips brushed against your neck sending a small buzz of pleasure to your skin, and with that you knew it wasn’t about singing.
she left behind a trail of small kisses up your neck, just enough pressure to tease you. you gripped onto her tightly as she made her way up, slipping a man’s underneath your dress.
you cupped her face in your hands, desperately kissing with lustful desire. remnants of tobacco lingered on her tongue but you ignored it, pushing yourself against her even more.
pulling away lupe helped you undo your dress, savoring each image of your body as you undressed. after you were fully naked you turned towards her, eagerly tearing off the rest of her remaining clothes.
she went to lay on the bench first, laying flat when she gestured for you to come closer. tentatively you walked towards her lower preparing to get on your knees when she stopped you.
“i want you up here, on my face.”
her words rushed straight to your core causing you to yearn for lupe more than ever. you positioned your legs on opposite sides of the bench hovering over her mouth. slowly you began to sink down, gasping at the warm wet contact of lupe’s tongue against your clit.
you clutched onto her thighs, leaning forward as she ran her tongue along your dripping pussy, relishing in every moan and whine she was able to draw from your lips.
“fuck….” you cried, gently circling your hips on her face. she wrapped her arms around your legs enticing you to come closer, pursing her lips upward with an extreme fervor. streams of pleasure raged through your body from your pussy, egging lupe on even more.
“you like that, holiday? like how i fuck you with my tongue.”
“oh—fuck—i love it,” you mewled.
she gradually tightened her grip on you, giving you no room to run. she sloppily ran her tongue around your clit, sucking it into her mouth before moving on to your dripping hole. freeing one hand, she spat on her index finger before slipping it inside. together, she wrapped her tongue along the sensitive flesh, curving her finger to awaken your g-spot.
writhing above lupe, you could hardly contain yourself. your back slowly began to give, causing you to lean forward, just a few inches from lupe’s own heat. to preoccupied with your pleasure to notice this her pace weakened. the once fast flicks of her tongue dampened to tauntingly slow flicks that left you craving more.
without hesitation began to place deep kisses over lupe’s clit, sending a shiver up her spine.
“shit—y/n….keep going.”
she parted her legs a bit further enticing you to delve in further as did she. she wrapped her lips around your sensitive core, swirling her tongue along your folds, forcing you to moan into her pussy. the sweet vibrations of your mouth on her sent lupe into oblivion as she held onto for dear life.
your legs began to shake in her grasp, leading her pride to surge with each cry and obscenity that fell from your soft lips. she adored the sight of you unraveling, clinging onto lupe as if she was your whole word. it was further confirmation you were hers.
“want you to come all over my face— i wanna taste every part of you,” she groaned.
“lu, i’m so close—more, more, please.”
hungrily, you lapped up her fluids paying extra attention to her delicate nub. however, it grew increasingly more difficult to stay focused as her fingers toyed with your g-spot bringing you closer to a splintering high. lupe could feel it, how you wrapped around her fingers so deliciously and sloppy each movement of your tongue, you were moments away from an orgasm taking her along with you.
the insatiable ache between her legs rapidly built as she fueled yours. your pleas became more incoherent by the second, and lupe’s muffled by your core. she could feel herself losing control as your body went still above her. a shattering feeling rippled through your body, causing you to write helplessly against lupe. reeling from her own orgasm she pressed deep kisses into your thighs, soothing you.
“you did so good, baby,” she cooed.
with the last bit of strength left you shifted away from her face lying lifelessly on the wooden bench. she moved towards you, gazing at your sweat covered face.
“do you believe me now?”
“mh, of course.” she grinned, swinging an arm around you as you leaned in closer.
“why is that?”
lupe trusted you, therefore it was never a question of loyalty she just simply needed reassurance. and both of you found that sex was a more pleasurable way of doing so. one where she was able to have you all to herself, which was something she wasn’t afforded at the bar or even on the field.
she smirked, “well for one, you can’t fake sounds like that. two, i’m the one that got the private show… so i guess the rumor is true.”
synopsis: what’s a player supposed to do without a good luck charm before their big game in the morning?
wc: 1.5k
pairing: lupe garcía x gn!reader
warnings: one swear, silly/teasing flirting, a kiss
a/n: i’m so in love with lupe garcía it’s not even funny
The polaroid in your hand is raised as an imitation of the sight in front of you, with the colors more drab and her posed expression being one of faux excitement solidified in a minuscule square. The pink of the dress is increasingly faded in the photograph, the socks less of an eclectic red, the entire silhouette looking like it couldn’t possibly be her in such an ensemble.
Yet here she is, the dress’s upper half only just unbuttoned, the fabric drooping to reveal the off-tone white of her tank top. The socks are bundled haphazardly to her ankles and her curls peek out underneath the red baseball cap, the ‘R’ staring back into your eyes as you register the view. She stands at an awkward angle, shifted over to one side more than the other, her glove dangling from her fingertips. There’s a sheen gracing her forehead and trailing down her arms that’s noticeable even in the somewhat dimmer lighting of the bedroom, the lamps illuminating her entire figure in a gentle, yellow gleam.
“I didn’t know you were being serious.” You bite your tongue in a feeble attempt to control the grin threatening to break through, crossing an arm under the one holding up the photograph, entertaining yourself all too much with the side-by-side comparison.
Lupe’s eyes roll, though she huffs out a breathy scoff through a barely-there smile, immediately reaching down to unbutton the rest of the few buttons. “The picture didn’t convince you enough?”
You start to shuffle closer, stopping at the end of the bed across from her. The polaroid flutters to a drop atop the sheets from your hands; you figure a photograph isn’t as good of evidence as the real, tangible thing. You shrug as you answer, “Figured I’d see the actual thing to really convince me, ‘ya know?”
Her eyes meet yours as she peers up at you through her lashes, tilting her head in disbelief, curls gracing the skin of her cheeks. “I hope you’re satisfied, then,” she smiles, beginning to unbuckle the belt looped around her waist, “‘cause you’re not gonna see me in this ensemble again until tomorrow afternoon.”
You let out a dramatic gasp, back of your palm placed on your forehead and the other stretched across your chest. “I don’t think I could possibly wait that long,” you admit theatrically, eyeing the pursed grin on Lupe’s lips before yours mirror her own.
“You’ll see it in all its glory, don’t worry. Dirt stains and all,” she reassures you, dropping the belt to the bed sheets. Lithe fingers undo the last two buttons, the matte red barely peeking through, until the top half is then folded downwards, fully revealing the stained tank top on her figure. She catches your gaze once more—you swear you see a twinkling flash in the brown pools of her irises—before she asks: “How long are you going to be here for, anyway?”. She ducks her head, now pretending to be somewhat immersed in the slight movements of her hands as she unties her cleats, foot propped on the edge of the bed.
You decide to take a seat, leaning against your hand dipping into the mattress and letting your head dangle onto your shoulder, eyes mindlessly wandering to her short-cut fingernails and a hum slipping from your lips. “A while. A friend invited me over for a wedding, so I’m staying over at their place.” A pause. “But of course, I also had to see you. Couldn’t pass up that opportunity,” you add.
Lupe steals a glance in your direction, a smile you’d almost describe as shy gracing her features, before she reaches over to drag the sleeves off the curves of her shoulders. The golden glow adjacent from her stature bled onto the skin of her arms, tracing down to her elbows, the angle of her wrists and the slits of her fingers, turning the light peach of the fabric now crumpled at her ribs into a familiar, sunset shade of pink that covered the sky looming just outside.
She releases a sigh, tonguing the inside of her cheek and slipping out of the dress entirely, throwing it carelessly next to her assortment of casual, more comfortable clothing. “I can’t blame you; I’d visit a famous pitcher, too, given the chance.” Her words are laced with the confidence you always associate with her presence. The biting, usual sarcastic remarks, punctuated with a sly smile that served as a reminder of her sometimes mischievous yet laid back nature; the sparkle plunging into the depths of the deep brown surrounded by delicate eyelashes a showcase of her determination and persistence—they all intertwined with other various mannerisms that melted to form Lupe García, the one who’ve grown quite fond of over the years.
It’s your turn to roll your eyes, making Lupe let out an uncharacteristic and rare giggle as she tucks any wandering strands behind her ears, having traded the cap for one that you both knew suited her better. The muted brown sitting atop her curls compliments the rest of her new outfit consisting of a dark green and gray loose-fitting flannel and caramel-hued slacks. Her socks, however, contrast with the rather simplistic look, the diamond pattern etched into the fabric a minimalistic design nonetheless.
You sigh, reaching across the expanse of the bed to grab the abandoned baseball cap, fiddling with the stitching along the edges before adjusting it on your head. “But enough about that cute little uniform of yours. How’s the rest of your week been?”
Lupe takes a seat in front of you, the mattress dipping with her weight. She crosses her legs, fingers going to toy with the fabric stretching across her knees. You’re not sure if it’s the lighting playing a harmless trick, but you feel as though you manage to barely catch a glimpse of a flushing on her freckled cheeks.
She licks her lips, lifting a hand to lay her cheek in her palm, smushing the half of her face. Her eyes stay mindlessly focused on the styled patches of the bedspread, a finger dragging along the stitching in circles. “Fine. Our practices have been pretty tiring, and my arm feels like shit sometimes, but what can you do.”
You furrow your brows, throwing her a sympathetic look bathed in genuine concern. “Are you resting it at all?”
Lupe scoffs, lifting her head up momentarily before letting it drop once more. “Obviously. It’s probably just ‘cause of minor straining, or something,” she mutters.
You allow the hollow register of the clanging of dishes and jagged conversations floating through the floorboards to act as a basis for the rest of your time spent with her, catching up on every little (seemingly unnecessary) detail that occurred in the moments since you last met. She speaks of the past games, all of the people she’s met—whether with a tone coated in awe or one that’s sour around the edges—and anything else in between. She asks how you’ve been, listening with the seldom nod of her head and a quip here and there. You notice her eyes darting their way to your animated lips, whether subconsciously or not; you bite back an elated smile as you continue on with your words.
A knock on the door is what finally snaps the flowing conversation between the two of you, both your heads snapping to the oak frame as it creaks slightly ajar.
“Lupe? They’re asking that we all come downstairs for a meeting,” a voice chirps, accompanied by a head just peeking through the crack.
The woman in question responds with an ‘I’ll be there in a sec!’ before you begin to rise and stretch your limbs, brushing off imperceptible dust from the front of your clothing. Lupe does the same, striding over to where you stand and crossing her arms, tapping one foot against the carpeted floor.
“I’m guessing that’s your cue to leave, too?” she ponders, raising a brow with a smile tugging her lips. She brings her bottom one beneath her teeth, displaying her teeth in a toothy grin, a sight that makes your cheeks warm.
You throw her a pursed look, rocking back and forth on your heels and patting the sides of your legs for emphasis. “Yeah, unfortunately. But, I’ll be sure to be the first one in the stands tomorrow.”
She clicks her tongue as she twirls around to see you pick up your bag, taking only a few steps to be next to you once more. There’s a certain glimmer in her eyes you can’t quite pinpoint as you meet her gaze, though from the mischievous curve of her lips, a giddy feeling blooms in your chest.
“You can’t leave until I have a good luck charm for the night,” she teases, “‘cause what’s a ball player without one?”
You pretend to remember that very fact, tapping your pointer finger to your chin in mock thought. “You’re right,” your voice is surprisingly small as you lean in, the ghosting of her fingers along your jawline etching you closer and closer, “how could I forget that?”
She smiles into the kiss, a sense of satisfaction surely bleeding into her veins as her hands gently grab hold of your jaw, the calluses of her fingertips tickling your skin.
You lean back, though only enough for her labored breathing to still hit your swollen and slick lips, and whisper with a content grin of your own, “Better take that to heart tomorrow, then.”
