#poland wnt

[didalexiabreakupwitholgaisback]

nice to see that the swiss and polish national teams have class. ewa being honoured by the polish national team for her champions win 🥹

source: laczynaspilkakobieca on instagram

[pajorko]

Esmee & Ewa after Netherlands vs. Poland [2026/6/9]

[repulsiveliquidation]

Glass Pane || Ewa Pajor

warnings : smut (18+), semi-public sex, strap-ons, cunnilingus.

a/n : @codiemarin asked, y'all receive. I hope you like it!

“Fuck, kochanie,” Ewa moans, hands slipping down the glass door she was pressed up against. She grinned, pushing herself back on your cock as you thrusted into her. You gripped her hips with fervor, thrusting forward into her with ease. She was so wet, you slipped in and out no problem.

Ewa reached back and held your arm as you fucked into her, making you grab them both and use it as leverage to fuck into her hard. She wasn’t expecting it and honestly once she gathered what you were doing, she was throbbing harder for you.

“Ha-fuck!” she screamed, face pressed hard against the glass. It was getting steamy, the warmth of her skin and the heat of her breath was leaving marks all over the glass.

Marks that were very obviously human.

Holding her arms behind her with one hand and the other snaking around to wrap around her neck, the Polish superstar could barely register all the sensations that were taking over her. There was no mistaking the feeling in her stomach and before she could say something, she came.

Her legs trembled as you fucked her through her high, the musk of her arousal was starting to fill the unfinished gym. The lights were the only ones on, since they had to sneak back in after hours to have some fun.

The smirk she gave you when she was warming up this morning was one you couldn’t get out of your head the rest of the day and at dinner, you brought it up and one thing led to another and here you were, fucking in the unfinished gym, hoping you didn’t get caught. But that’s what gives you the thrill right? The idea of getting caught with Ewa shaking like a leaf on your cock was deeply exhilarating.

You pulled out and turned Ewa around, kneeling on the floor in front of her. She stood tall over you, eyes glossy and unfocused. She whimpered when your tongue flicked over her sensitive clit, hands immediately tangled in your hair as she began to ride your tongue.

It was hot and hard, something that gave her the most electrifying sensations on her swollen folds. She ground down onto your tongue, jaw slacked in pleasure. Your hands gripped her strong thighs, slowly letting them reach behind and grab fistfuls of her muscular ass.

“Close, baby,” Ewa whimpered, now grinding down with more purpose. You nod and start to flick the tip of your tongue over her clit, sucking the swollen nub in between. She’s convulsing and keening over not thirty seconds later, muscles contracting hard as she has her second orgasm of the night in a span of minutes.

She sinks down the cool glass, the sheen of sweat on her skin helps ease the glide. You kiss her and moan into her mouth, feeling Ewa slip her tongue into your mouth. She sits with her legs wide open, gathering a bit of her saliva to coat your strap before she guides it into herself.

You groan when she slips the tip in, pushing your hips forward to fill her up to the hilt. A chuckle leaves you when you look down between you and see that she’s taken all of you, thumb gently playing with her hard nipple.

Her arms wrap around your neck and you hold her close, thrusting into her with passion and finesse. You ignore the ache in your knees from the hard floor, holding Ewa up just a enough to keep her from getting carpet burn.

She gets close much faster now, already whimpering and whining in your ear to make her come. She’s beautiful as she begs, hands tugging gently at the hair along your nape. You thrust faster and harder, pulling back briefly to spit on her folds to help with the slide.

She kisses you hard when she comes for the third time, before throwing her head back to moan your name loudly. She’s trembling in your arms as you fuck her through the entirety of her orgasm, begging for you to pull out when she can’t take it anymore.

You do and immediately get to cleaning her up, grabbing your backpack to dig around for some wet wipes. After you help her get her clothes back on and you dress yourself, you both sneak back out the facility, giggling at the fact you got away with your little adventure.

In the morning, you two arrive back at the gym for warmups before training. The girls that were already there were gathered around something, so you two walk over to see what was going on.

“Is it me or does that look like someone ran into that thing?”

“It’s just you Mapi.”

“No! I see it too!” yells Patri. The two of you stand closer to the back and you can feel Ewa get a little antsy.  

“What do you see, Mapi? You can barely see two inches in front of your face and now you can see what’s on that glass?”

Suddenly it clicks for you, both you and Ewa look at each other shellshocked.

They were looking at the glass pane you both fucked against.

“…see, there’s someone’s lips and eyelash marks right there!” Mapi exclaims, getting up close to the glass. “Hmm, wait!”

“Ewa! Didn’t you run into this yesterday?”

The whole team turns and looks at her. She gulps and nods, sputtering out that she was jumping and accidentally got too close.

“Yeah but, these marks are much lower…” examines Mapi, fingers rubbing her chin as she slipped deep into thought.

“Girls! Back to work!”

Ewa darts out of the circle and warms up far away from you; you can’t help but smirk the whole time, watching her blush when you make eye contact with her from across the gym.

Just before you walk onto the pitch, Mapi catches up with you.

“Your secret is safe with me,” she tells you, skipping off towards Ingrid before you could say anything.

“You’re a liar Mapi!”  

[meazalykov]

cherished birthday

ewa pajor x reader

the best birthday of your life, and you are happy that she is here with you for it

in honor of my twentieth birthday being yesterday <3

growing up, birthdays weren’t much of a thing in your house. 

there were never any balloons tied to the dining chairs, no cake adorned with bright candles, no presents stacked in colorful wrapping paper. maybe there’d be a hurried "happy birthday" tossed your way in passing, but even that was rare. 

most years, it was just another day, and you’d long since learned not to expect anything different. 

so, you grew up pretending it didn’t matter.  

when you met ewa, she’d asked you about your birthday once, early in your relationship.  

"what do you usually like to do for it?" she’d asked casually, her hands busy tying her shoelaces before practice.  

you stood over her, remembering when ewa still played in your old city of wolfsburg..

you’d shrugged at her question. 

"nothing special."  

"nothing at all?" her eyebrows furrowed slightly. for a moment, you thought she might press further.  

"yeah, it’s not a big deal," you’d said, brushing it off with a nonchalance you had perfected over the years. ewa left it at that, maybe sensing the wall you’d put up around the topic.  

the truth was, it did matter. it mattered in ways you hated admitting, even to yourself. every year, like clockwork, a small, hollow ache would settle in your chest as the date crept closer. you’d see pictures of other people’s birthdays online…friends being showered with love, cakes topped with sparklers, laughter, and parties that seemed endless everytime you sat in the corner at one of them. 

every year, you’d tell yourself it didn’t bother you. you’d remind yourself you weren’t the kind of person who needed that kind of attention.  

ewa didn’t know any of this. not about the way your heart twisted a little when someone casually mentioned their birthday plans, or the fleeting envy you felt when her teammates threw each other surprise parties in the locker room. 

you were good at hiding it, at playing it cool.  

that’s how you ended up here, sitting on the bleachers after one of barcelona’s training sessions, sipping water and idly scrolling through your phone while ewa and her teammates cooled down back in the locker rooms. 

it wasn’t until keira plopped down next to you that you realized you weren’t alone.  

"hey," keira said, wiping sweat off her forehead with the edge of her jersey.  

"hey," you replied, glancing up briefly with a small smile.  

she stretched her legs out in front of her, letting out a content sigh. 

"so, ewa says your birthday’s coming up."  

your stomach clenched. 

"oh, uh, yeah. it’s nothing big."  

"she said that too," keira said, giving you a curious look. 

"but she seemed a little confused about why you didn’t want to do anything for it."  

you shrugged, avoiding her gaze. 

"it’s just another day."  

"you sure about that?" keira asked, her tone gentle but probing.  

"yeah," you said quickly, too quickly. you could feel her watching you, and it made you fidget with the cap of your water bottle.  

"y/n," keira started after a moment, leaning back on her elbows, 

"i don’t know what’s going on, but everyone deserves to feel special on their birthday. even you."  

the english woman’s words made your throat tighten. 

you stared at the pitch, watching an assistant coach place a few balls back into a large bag.  

"i’ve just… never really celebrated it," you admitted quietly, surprising even yourself with the confession.  

keira turned her head to look at you, her expression softening. 

"never?"  

"not really," you muttered, twisting the bottle cap in your hands. 

"my parents… they weren’t the kind of people who made a big deal out of stuff like that. so, i just got used to it."  

keira didn’t say anything right away, letting the weight of your words settle between you. finally, she said, "does ewa know?"  

you shook your head. 

"i’ve never told her. it’s not like it matters anyway."  

keira let out a small huff of disbelief. 

"of course, it matters. you’re with her now, yeah? she’d want to know."  

"maybe," you said softly, your voice barely audible.  

keira nudged your shoulder lightly. 

"just think about it, okay? you deserve to be celebrated. even if it’s something small. let her do that for you."  

five days before your birthday, you were at work, buried in the usual chaos. the sound of the phone ringing, the hum of conversations around you, and the clicking of keyboards filled the air. 

you moved through your day, keeping busy to distract yourself from the fact that your 29th birthday was right around the corner. birthdays had never been much to you, just a day that came and went like any other. 

you convinced yourself it didn’t matter.  

this year, something will be different. unbeknownst to you, ewa was planning something.  

it started after practice.. after you left from talking to keira. you told ewa that you will see her at home and went back to work.. keira approached ewa in the locker room. leaning casually against her locker, keira tilted her head and crossed her arms.  

"ewa, can i talk to you for a second?"  

ewa, in the middle of untying her laces, looked up. 

"sure, what’s up?"  

keira’s tone softened. 

"it’s about y/n’s birthday. have you thought about doing something for her?"  

ewa frowned, straightening up. 

"i’ve asked her about it before. she always says it’s not a big deal."  

"yeah, i know she says that," keira said, 

"but do you really believe her?"  

ewa hesitated. 

"i don’t not. at the same time, i don’t want to push her or her boundaries if she’s not comfortable."  

keira sighed, sitting down next to ewa. 

"look, i had a conversation with her earlier, and she admitted she’s never really celebrated her birthday. like, ever. i think she downplays it because she’s used to it being ignored. the way she said it though… i also think, deep down, she wants to feel special. she deserves to feel special."  

ewa’s brows knit together, concern flickering in her eyes. 

"are you sure?"  

"trust me," keira said firmly. 

"a small celebration with people who care about her? it’ll mean the world to her, even if she pretends it doesn’t."  

ewa nodded slowly, her mind already spinning with ideas. 

"okay. i’ll do it. i’ll make it special for her."  

that evening, while you were still busy at work, ewa began planning. the first thing she did was call your mutual friends back in wolfsburg.  

"you want us to come to barcelona?" alex popp asked, her voice light through the phone.  

"yes," ewa said. 

"it’s y/n’s birthday soon, and i want to surprise her."  

"of course, i’m in!" alex said enthusiastically.  

"me too," lynn chimed in when ewa called her. 

"you know i’d never miss it."  

with the guest list set, ewa turned her attention to the details. she ordered an ice cream cake…your absolute favorite…and spent hours picking out decorations that were simple yet elegant for an upcoming 29 year old. 

she also started shopping for presents, determined to spoil you despite knowing your friends would bring gifts as well.  

throughout the week, ewa coordinated everything while keeping it a secret from you. she hid her phone conversations and made sure you didn’t catch on to her plans. 

you, on the other hand, were completely oblivious. you’d convinced yourself that your birthday would be just another ordinary day. but keira’s words lingered in the back of your mind: 

everyone deserves to feel special on their birthday. 

so, you decided to do something small for yourself this year. just a little treat.  

finally, your birthday arrived. 

you woke up to the soft warmth of ewa’s arms around you, her voice a gentle murmur in your ear.  

"wszystkiego najlepszego, kochanie," she whispered, pressing light kisses to your temple, your cheek, and finally your lips.  

your heart fluttered at the sound of her voice, and you smiled sleepily. 

"thank you."  

ewa watched as you stretched and sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. the woman’s eyes trailed down your naked back..

when you started to get out of bed, she frowned.  

"where are you going?" she asked, propping herself up on one elbow.  

"i have a few appointments," you said casually, pulling on a pair of slippers.  

ewa blinked, confused. 

"appointments? on your birthday?"  

"yeah," you said, avoiding her gaze. 

"not for work… just a pedicure, manicure, and a massage for myself. nothing big."  

ewa’s confusion melted into a warm smile.

"you’re treating yourself?"  

you nodded, feeling a little shy.

"i guess i’m just trying to be nicer to myself this year."  

ewa reached for your hand, squeezing it gently. 

"i’m proud of you, love."  

you smiled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. 

"thanks. i’ll be back around five, okay?"  

"perfect," ewa said, her heart racing as she realized how perfectly your schedule lined up with her plans. almost afraid that your plans would have jeopardized the surprise party. 

as soon as you left, ewa started putting things together. by the time five o’clock rolled around, the house was completely transformed. balloons in your favorite colors floated around the dining room, and a banner reading "happy birthday" hung across the wall. 

the beautiful ice cream cake sat in the fridge, ready for its big reveal.  

your friends from wolfsburg had arrived earlier in the day, along with some of ewa’s barcelona teammates. keira, kika, esmee, caroline, ingrid, lynn, and alex were all there, mingling and laughing as they waited for your return.  

some of your non-footballer friends were here as well, waiting to see their special friend. 

when you finally walked through the door, you noticed the lights were off, but a few stray balloons caught your attention. 

you frowned, stepping further inside.  

"ewa?" you called out, your voice hesitant.  

suddenly, the lights flickered on, and a chorus of voices shouted, "surprise!"  

you froze, your eyes widening as you took in the scene. the dining room was filled with people…your friends from wolfsburg, ewa’s barcelona teammates, and even caroline and ingrid, who you've known forever since they played with ewa at both of her clubs.  

"happy birthday!" alex said, pulling you into a tight hug.  

"you didn’t think we’d let you have a boring birthday, did you?" lynn teased, the dutch grinning ear to ear.  

"what… how…?" you stammered, overwhelmed by the sight of so many familiar faces.  

ewa appeared by your side, wrapping an arm around your waist. 

"i wanted to do something special for you. you deserve it."  

tears pricked your eyes as you looked around the room, the warmth and love radiating from everyone filling your chest.  

the evening was nothing short of magical. you laughed until your sides hurt, danced with ewa and your friends, and even got competitive during an intense round of uno. when it was time for the cake, you closed your eyes and made a wish, the warmth in your chest spreading as everyone sang "happy birthday" to you.  

by the end of the night, after everyone had left around 2 a.m., you sat on the couch with ewa, tears streaming down your face.  

"thank you," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion.  

ewa cupped your face in her hands, her eyes soft and full of love. 

"you deserve to be celebrated, kochanie. i hope this year brings you nothing but happiness."  

she leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. 

"happy 29th, my love."  

you smiled through your tears, your heart fuller than it had ever been. 

masterlist

[honneythatsgay]

Ewa Pajor photos I took yesterday

(there will be more, I just barely got through warmup with the photos I have)

[feefmiedema]

Ok, this is a sick photo!!

[swialinska]

12th of July 2025 was such a peak

[themanbexl]

Poland win in their last euros game