Blow my whistle
Misa Rodríguez x Leila Ouahabi x Reader
[ Part 1 ]
Summary and warnings: +18 pure smut with, I hope, a little bit of fun. English is not my first language
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How the hell have you ended up here, your lips pressed against the most intimate part of the lean golden body of a tall brunette spaniard, while a less tall, less dark brunette spaniard is having her way between your legs from behind?
Nope. You couldn’t have foreseen what's currently taking place inside a fancy hotel room in the center of Manchester during a particularly rainy night.
Although, when you think about it, maybe there were a few hints...
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You are entering the field first, taking wide steps accros the grass, the Champions League’s epic jingle filling the stadium as the first drops of icy cold rain fall on your face. You sense it’s going to be a tough game, and not only because of the weather.
Your walk is confident yet the pressure increases as you stop on the white line and turn around to face the crowd. Your fellows align themselves at your sides and you join your hands, taking the pose for the photo.
A swirling white wave unrolled itself in front of you as Real Madrid players pass to shake the opponent’s hands. Their breathes leave small puffs of mist in the cold air. You would shiver if you hadn’t learn to control it. It’s really cold, even for an automne night in Manchester, you can’t wait for the game to start to warm up.
The starting eleven immortalized, two players detached from their team to meet you, still standing on the half pitch line. They are taller than you are. Both of them are wearing their dark hair in a tight ponytail, enhancing their tan faces, faces that couldn’t be more beautiful, yet different. One has thick sharp brows and full lips that make her look like she’s scowling all the time. The other a warm and playful brown gaze and a truly radiant smile.
Yes, you like women. A lot. Everybody who knows you a bit knows you rarely come home alone after a party, still you are the eternal single person among your friends. You can’t help it. Every time things get serious with a pretty girl, you’re frightened and you run away. You can’t get attached, it’s simply too much for you. You’ve never managed to deal with your feelings but you’re okay with that for now. Although, this inability has gotten you a nasty reputation and a nickname that comes with it. You caught it one day, while eavesdropping against the locker room door. Swift, they say. It’s true that you could be gone like a gust of the wind.
So, it takes you a few seconds to focus back onto your job instead of the gorgeous footballers arriving. You shake hands with the first to come close, Misa Rodriguez, the goalkeeper of Real Madrid. You have already seen her several times but you never had to deal with her as a captain. You know she has some attitude but you are prepared for it. Although, you find the grasp of her warm hand surprisingly soft.
Your hand leaves hers only to take the one of Manchester City captain. it’s Leila Ouahabi, the quick and precise Spanish defender. Her grasp is tighter, more assured than Misa’s and that leads you to assume she’ll be the most vindictive captain today.
The two women turn around to face each other. A bright, genuine smile spread across their lips as they shake hand and exchange the team’s flags. The interaction catches your attention right away. A particularly vibrant energy irradiate between them which get you to frown just slightly.
As a referee, you’ve grown used to judge the players quickly. A few words before the game or a close look out during the warm up would suffice you to get the mood, the subtle dynamics between teammates and the level of defiance with the opponent. But first and foremost, the handshake say it all. Their respect towards you. Their inclination to contest you or the obey you. You, in return, are careful not to give them any feedback about your own emotions. A referee isn’t a player. You don't play. You watch and you judge. It’s your job, and you love it.
Therefore, you’re quick to make the frown disappear from your face. You are irritated that you’ve even frown in the first place but it’s obvious that you are intrigued. Misa and Leila jog back to their team, unaware of the curiosity seed they’ve just planted in your mind. However, you can’t dwell on the feeling because the match is about to start. Regaining your focus for the second time, you position yourself at the center of the field to give the starting whistle blow.
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The game has been as hard as you foresaw. Both teams put up a fight under the worsening whether, only to get a draw. One to one. The tie had gotten everybody frustrated and you could still feel a burning rivalry after the final whistle blow. Something unfinished is suspended in the wet air, that you have a feeling, will last until the two teams meet up again.
You shot a glance at the Captains. They’ve behave normally during the match and you wondered if you instinct had failed you for the first time earlier.
But it has not.
Misa and Leila are speaking together, their bodies unusually close for opponents. You feel again a powerful attraction between them. Your eyes linger and meet Leila’s. You drop your gaze immediately, embarrassed. What’s going with you tonight?! You know the tacit rule. You can’t flirt with players, it only messes things up. After you’ve slept with that cute Italian striker a couple of years ago, refereeing her matchs became a nightmare. You gave a penalty to the rival team once and she has never wanted to see you again…
You glance back up. Leila’s still looking at you, her stare insistant. Your cheeks grow hot and you surprise yourself frowning again when the tall defender bent over to murmur something inside inside Misa’s ear.
You start to panic when the goalkeeper joined Leila at staring at you. Maybe you should go back to the locker room instead of staying frozen onto the grass as the two women start walking toward you? But you can’t move because you simply don’t want to. Your own eyes are back at watching them, their long thighs, their muscular shoulders, their large hands…
Leila waves to you and speaks. “Hi, thanks for not giving the penalty! Neither Misa or I wanted to win because of a penalty, jaja!”
“There were no penalty.” You state nervously. The truth is you are getting really confused.
“It was a penalty, for us. Una mano. A hand. Pero… but you prefer them.” Misa replies in a very hesitant English.
“Excuse me?” You tick at the insinuation of your partiality.
“What Misa’s saying is that we like you as a referee. It’s Y/N right?” Leila puts in. Misa let out a soft laugh.
You are so taken aback by the conversation you keep staring at them, voiceless, and Leila goes on.
“Look, we want to ask you something but not here, will you check your instagram later?”
“What…?“ You begin but you’re cut again, by the Spanish goalkeeper this time.
“We are looking for a person like you”, she says, a hint of nervousness in her voice.
“Just check your DMs. And if you’re not interested, no problem, vale?“ Leila steps back, grabbing Misa’s shirt to make her follow.
“Bye, Y/N“
The captains leave you there, more confused that you’ve ever been in your whole career.
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It’s past midnight when you finally receive the notification. You haven’t been able to sleep anyway, your brain working restlessly, trying to figure out at what the two footballers wanted with you.
You gasp when the message appears on your mobile screen, the harsh light soaking the bedroom and dazzling your tired eyes.
Leila Ouahabi sent you a temporary DM : Hola 👋🏼 it’s Leila I’m with Misa. We…
The glimpse of the message ends here and you unlocked your phone and tap on the camera app with febrility. You opened the conversation and discover the entire text at last.
Hola 👋🏼 it’s Leila I’m with Misa. We’re looking for a partner to spend some quality time 😌 and you really stood out 😮💨 Want to meet us tomorrow night? Just answer. if you don’t we’ll understand you’re not interested. The message will be erased once you’ve read it.
You fucking can’t believe it. You blink and the message’s gone, having you wondering if you imagined it all. Your brain is rumbling like a motor. Full engine. You have been chosen by Leila Ouahabi and Misa Rodriguez to fulfill some kind of threesome fantasy. On one hand, it would be a clear mistake for you to sleep with not one but two rival captains, captains that seems to at least hook up regularly, but on the other hand, how the hell could possibly miss the night of your life with two of the prettiest, hottest female footballers of the decade?
It’s not a choice it’s an hold up. You just can’t say no to that. Nobody decent would…
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The day after, you knock at a dark wooden door of the fifth floor of the Kimpton Clocktower Hotel of Manchester. You hear footsteps. You’re nervous, and you’re drenched because of a storm bursting while you were on your way, which doesn’t really boost your confidence. It’s an uncommon feeling for you in this kind of situation. As a referee, you’re used to hooks up in hotels. They’ve even grown to feel like home. But not this time. This time you’re by yourself and there are two. That changes the dynamics a bit. At least, you’ve manage to save most of your hair from the rain, thanks to your cap, and some of your charisma with it.
It’s Leila who opens the door. You make the assumption she’s the dominant one of the couple.
“Hola Y/N! How are you doing? Come in!” She greets you, wearing her radiant smile in addition to a short light blue ensemble. Her hair is down, and she has put light make up on. She’s even prettier and shinier than on the pitch.
“I’m good and you? You can call me Swift” you say, stepping inside.
You scan the room quickly. It’s vast, a mix of ancient decoration and modern furniture that scream English luxury. Misa is standing in front of you and in front of a huge king size very inviting bed. Her bleached wavy hair is down which totally smoothen her hard features. She’s wearing white shorts and a tank top. You guess the shape of her small breast through the fabric and find out both women haven’t bothered putting on a bra. A throbbing awakes within you right away.
“Hola Swift. You look good“ the goalie says, taking you in from head to toes. “Swift because Taylor Swift?”
“You could say that…” you answer, mirroring her, watching her with an evident interest. She has put some make up too, giving her a much more feminine energy than she has in sportswear.
“That’s so gay, I love it!” Leila acknowledge.“We ordered an alcool sugar free cocktail, you want some?”
You face Leila, already dipping a ladle into a large bowl.
“Sure“, you say taking the glass full of cocktail.
“Misa, tu vaso“ Leila handles a glass to the goalkeeper. “Misa speaks a little of English, but not that much.” Leila specifies, laying her hand onto the goalie’s shoulder. You catch her discret wink. “Thanks for joining us Swift. Salud!”
The three of you rise your glasses to toast. The beverage tastes light and fruity, the lemon flavor taking over the whole mix. You take a few sips before putting the glass back onto the coffee table.
To your surprise, Misa reaches out for you without waiting. Her large hand find yours and she comes close. Really close.
“I can speak English but I prefer Spanish. More easy to say what I want.” She says. Her bad English and thick accent are on a good way to charm you completely.
You hold your breath, completely mesmerized by the pretty brunette as she bent over to kiss you on the lips.
Once again you’re surprised by the softness of her kiss compared to her rough exterior. Her lips feel pillowy as they move over yours. Your hand instinctively falls on the nap of her neck, pressing, deepening the kiss. You feel warmth behind your back and release a quiet moan when Leila wraps her arms around you. The throbbing between your legs has set on fire as you’re being trapped between the two women, Misa continuing to kiss you with passion and Leila caressing your back in slow, wide moves.
The defender pulls you back and grasps your face, forcing you to turn around so that she could kiss you as well. Your head is spinning. You’re already feeling slightly overwhelmed. Leila’s kiss starts as soft as Misa but intensified shortly after you open your lips. Her taste fills your mouth and blend with Misa’s. Both women taste so good. You wondered how good they taste somewhere else, feeding the flammes deliciously licking your insides.
You can’t hold a frustrated low whine when Leila pulls back. However, your deception is short, disappearing as soon as your hear the wet sounds of a new kiss taking place just above your shoulder. You watch the couple making out inches away from your face, while pressing you between their bodies, their hands not leaving you, enfolding you in the most sensual, arousing cuddle of your life.
“I think our guest’s overdressed…“ Leila whispers.
“Claro. Tenemos que desnudarla…“
The goalie has already slipped her hands under your shirt, her palms on your bare skin make you shudder as Leila works at unbuttoning your jeans. You guess Leila and Misa want to fuck you first, which honestly suits you perfectly. You are certain that your panty’s a total mess already. To be honest, the throbbing has intensified so much it physically hurts now. You don’t like to look needy but even if you’re a bit ashamed to admit it, you’re dying to feel those long fingers down here…
Consequently, you let Misa pulls your shirt over your head while Leila pulls your jeans down your ankles and here you are, in black underwear in front of them, letting them study your body, excited by the hunger showing in their brown eyes as they trace your curves.
You’re not in a rush but you can’t help pulling Leila back against your lips. You hear Misa moan as your ass bumps against her hips. You know your ass looks good, especially in that simple black tong your wearing. All those hours of hard work in the gym worth the price. Your reward is to drive pretty women crazy, making you addicted to the power it gives you over them. Over Misa, pressed behind you, caressing your back, her breathing deepening as you arch against her. Over Leila, running her fingers along your arms as her lips enfolds yours…
She breaks the kiss again.
“We thought of a little game“ she says, her voice full of warmth and playfulness. “We made a draw yesterday, we thought you could sort us out tonight.”
You can’t suppress a small laugh. “How am I supposed to sort you out, you’re both gorgeous“
Misa grabs you back in her arms, speaking directly inside your ear. “Who fucks you better wins.“
You laugh again, louder, and turn around to look directly into the younger woman’s eyes.
“Alright. But also, the one I fuck better wins!“ You replied proudly.
The footballers gasp and the three of you chuckle lightly. The energy has changed right away, something heavy settling in the classy bedroom.
Need.
An urgent need to fuck.
Commanding, Leila pushes you toward the bed. Misa has gone around and is waiting for you, spread across the mattress. As you climb onto it, the brunette reaches out to you, pulling you close with her strong arms. You wonder suddenly what you would do to have her muscular body pinning yours against the mattress.
You are so worked up a cursing word escapes your lips when the footballers sandwich you once again. They keep you lying down, before Leila pulls herself over you to kiss your neck. “Fuck!” You swear again between your teeth. Your eyes fluttered shut and the older brunette kisses descend on your collar bone.
“Straighten up, guapa.” She says low. You obey. “Misa, quítale el sujetador.”
You don't understand a lot of Spanish but the goalie doesn’t let you ask about it. Her hands work at taking off your bra, dropping it on the floor swiftly to come back onto the bare skin of your chest.
Both of you sigh, you because her palms are roaming over your nipples, sending shivers along your spine and turning the flames in your pelvis into a burning fire, and her because caressing your breast is something that really seems to work her up. The whole scene is taking place under the intense stare of the lean defender who’s obviously enjoying the spectacle of her girlfriend massaging the breast of the referee of their last football game.
“Quieres sus pechos también, bébé. Lo veo…” the goalie told her.
“Si los quiero.” Leila answers.
The way they’re talking in Spanish like you’re not even here is blowing your mind. You like the language, warm, flowing, and you find yourself loving the intelligibility of it. It leaves you guessing what the two footballers are up too, forcing you to submit to them a little more.
Leila, pushes you back onto bed and her lips find your breast half second later. You’ve barely time to whine. Misa’s hand is on your cheek guiding your mouth onto hers. Her kiss is nothing like the first. Nothing soft remains. It’s needy and rough and tastes like heaven. Your fingers rack Leila’s shoulders as she licks your chest gently, sending more shivers running across your body.
Actually, you’re feeling so needy you could scream. Leila’s hand travels on your abs and you resist the urge of pushing it downer.
“Are we in a hurry, señora?“ Leila teased you.
You realize you are indeed pushing Leila’s shoulders downward. You release a soft yelp as an answer, unable to articulate words with Misa’s tongue in your mouth.
“In fact,” Leila goes on, her kiss trailing under your belly button, “I’ll go right here if you insist”.
You can’t count to three and you’ve been ripped off of your thong, leaving you completely naked between the two women. The contrast of your bare skin with the fabric of their cloth unleashes the submissive part within you. You feel you can loose yourself under their hands, completely.
And you’re proven right a few second later. Leila spread your lips with her fingers. Another shiver run through your body, your moans caught up in Misa’s mouth. The goalkeeper pulled back, taking in what is going on downward, and releases a soft whine. You watch too as Leila mouth lands gently on your pussy.
You whine again, loud, your cry loaded with all your excitement and Misa goes over you, her hands pinning yours onto the mattress. Your brain is short circuiting already. The thinking part is gone leaving your sensory receptors taking over your body. Leila’s tongue is precise and steady, sending waves of pure pleasure through you. Though as soon as you set your focus of it, the delicious sensation of another mouth sucking your tits transports you away. You watch Misa’s plump lips playing with your breast, enjoying herself as Leila keeps doing wonders on your core a little below. Your cries intensify. It’s much. So much already. The sight of the two women working on your body. Their hands everywhere, their mouths sucking you simultaneously.
The whole situation starts to overwhelmed you. Your fingers fall on Misa’s head, sinking in her hair.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” You cry, swallowed by the many sensations.
Both women groan in reply and double their effort.
Leila’s fingers slip inside you, her tongue lapping against you fast now. You’re on the edge, completely thrilled by what they are doing to you and you let your head fall backward, surrendering the last of your restraints to them.
“Don’t stop! Don’t! Fuck plea…”
Your words die against the goalkeeper mouth, forcing a rough kiss through your lips and you cum, suddenly, hard, perfectly. Misa releases your mouth. Your cries fill the cozy bedroom. You know you’re being loud but you don’t give a fuck about it. All that matter is Leila’s steady touch, making your orgasm last, her tongue and fingers reactivating the intense feel over and over again until it fades gradually.
“Fuck…” you breath through your teeth, amazed.
“Did I earn a point?” The playful voice of Leila asked.
You open your eyes, landing slowly.
“Definitely” you concede.
“Ay! Y yo? I participated!” Misa steps it.
“Misa! I did all the work! Wait for your turn!” Leila throws in, making the goalkeeper pout. “Ah! Ven por allí, mi bébé.” She adds, softer.
You look at Leila interrogatively but you’re surprised to discovered she wasn’t taking to you. Indeed, Misa has gotten up to join her girlfriend at the bottom of the bed.
Your pussy tighten again at the sight of the darkest brunette pulling the other one into a deep, passionate kiss.
“Hum” Misa moans.
“Te gusta su sabor?” Leila asks.
“Si, she tastes good..” the Spaniard replied, pressing her palms onto Leila’s neck to kiss her back.
Your jaw has fallen, hypnotized by the two gorgeous women making out in front of you, sharing your taste. Their luscious lips keep working against each other, Leila’s tongue popping out to plunge inside the goalie’s mouth.
You prop yourself onto your elbows and adjust your head against the bed board. Your hand is going down without thinking, and you relieve yourself by applying a low pressure onto your clit. You thought well to do so because the couple is now starting to undress each other before you.
They are naked and beautiful in no time, allowing you to enjoy the curve of their backs, the outline of the muscles rolling under the skin as they caress each other. Your gaze drops a little downer. Leila and Misa surely have ones of the prettiest asses of all women football. Their soft yet muscular shapes, and their thick thighs… your touch has quicken, and a long moan leaves your throat when Misa’s hand travels down the defender’s stomach and stops onto her pelvis.
“No te quedes sola, Y/N, come” Misa freezes her hand and calls up to you.
“Yes baby, wait for us. Come” Leila voice’s laced with need.
You rise up and Misa flips Leila toward you as you reach the couple. The three of you are on your knees, Leila’s being trapped between you and Misa. You’ve not finished yourself yet but you’re more than willing to please the sexy brunette first. Your hands are roaming across her body, her golden skin is soft over her hard muscles and her look’s heavy with desire.
The rain is pouring outside when your hand slides down the defender’s shaped abs. She spreads her legs a little to allow you to run a finger through her folds. She’s wet and hot. You exhale, caressing her is something on its own. Moreover when you can take in her elegant features, relaxing under your touch. Gently, you start flicking her clit having Leila to drape her arms around your shoulders, her breathing deepening while Misa’s kissing her neck and running her large hands across her back. Leila’s pliant between you, her lascivious yelps urging you to go on, what you’re more than happy to do.
As the defender leans more against you, Misa catches your lips with hers. You can taste yourself on her tongue, as well as Leila’s. You feel you’d never get bored of kissing Misa. There is something with her mouth, her warm breath, her lips pressing against yours that drive you completely crazy.
Breaking the kiss, Misa’s putting her weight onto you both.
“Tienes que acostarte Bébé” she told Leila, who replied by a louder moan. “Swift, lie down.”
You do as Misa told you, lying onto your back and pulling Leila with you. She lands onto her forearms and immediately starts grinding against your hand. You let her rub herself on your fingers, enjoying the show of her pretty face twisted with pleasure, fighting for a release. Misa’s bent behind her, stroking Leila’s back with her palms, her parted lips showing how excited she is by the prospect of the two of you being about to fuck her girlfriend.
Misa doesn’t resist long. You feel the goalie’s fingers brushing yours between the Leila’s legs and an obscene cry erupted from the footballer’s mouth, having you guessing the goalie has just slipped them inside.
Misa’s moves are deliberately slow, making the tall brunette’s body rocking gently. You, on your side, are deliberately not moving your fingers yet.
“Misa…” Leila lets out. “Swift… please”.
You feel Misa quickening her pace. Your gaze’s driven to Leila’s gorgeous breast, swaying above you.
“You need me to touch you?” You ask quietly. “But you’re doing wonderfully good on your own with my fingers”, you tease.
The lean defender’s brows furrow a little more, she tries pressing herself as hard as she can while Misa’s thrusting is making her hips rock against your hand.
“Please Y/N! I need to come!”
You give in, spreading her fold to settle your index onto her clit. You’re back at flicking it, fast this time.
“Dios!”
Leila’s guttural cry fills the room. Her long, powerful thighs begin to tremble.
“Bueno bébé! Cum for us, déjale salir” the goalkeeper murmurs, bending more over her.
The defender arches in the same time her legs gave away, letting out a single strong whine as she collapses onto you.
You enfolded Leila in your arms, pressing a light kiss on her temple.
“I’m sorry Misa but that’s another point for Leila.”
Misa jump of the bed right away. Leila has rolled over at your side, letting you cuddle her a moment.
“Not fair!“ Misa pouts again before she goes rummaging inside her bag pack.
She pulls out a leather harness and wastes no time putting it on.
“Oh no Dios, she’s so sexy with a strap on…“ Leila’s sleepy voice warns you.
Indeed, you can’t tear your eyes away from the thin leather strap disappearing between the muscular ass cheeks of the goalkeeper. She faces you, a bright green toy has been secured onto her pelvis, her thick brows are furrowed when she declares with a smug smile.
“Vale, my turn now!“
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