better than revenge pt.2 | L.B x O.B x K.W (18+)
✧Ona Batlle x Lucy Bronze x Keira Walsh
✧5.9k words
✧Part 2/3; Part 1, Part 3
Lucy's relationship with Ona is blossoming, but Keira’s name continues to follow them both around like a bad perfume. They're pretty healthy about it all things considered; Lucy and Keira are over, Ona isn't a jealous girl, and all three would do anything for the sake of their team. Ona would also do anything for the sake of her relationship, even if that means bringing in an unexpected third for a night to resolve some incredibly complex tensions.
✧content: this is almost 6k words of pure filth so read at your own discretion. can be read without reading part 1, but I’d recommend it if you want context!
✧tags: heavy smut, porn with plot, threesomes, character studies, mild toxicity, hate sex, sexual tension, oral sex, strap-ons, dirty talk, fingering, overstimulation, vibrators, top!lucy, switch!ona, switch!keira, luna endgame, rough sex, mild degradation, safewords + consent
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Part 1
i. walsh
Time moved quicker between the two of them.
Months had faded into years in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, Keira was twenty-five; her hair held no memory of its ginger roots. She felt like she had lived a hundred lifetimes in the past year alone.
She begins to wonder if Lucy even knows her anymore.
But not tonight. Tonight, her heart is soaring with dopamine and the euphoric haze of alcohol. They have won the Euros for the first time, at Wembley. Their lives, the game, will never be the same again.
Keira cries into Lucy’s chest at the intensity of all, ABBA still blaring in their ears from the party that none of them will remember the next day, the alcohol having done that funny thing in her gut and turned her joy into emptiness. Lucy takes her back to her hotel room, makes love to her, and promises her that this is only the beginning.
That was the last time it happened. Sure, they had sex a handful of times in the rocky weeks that followed, but it was never with love.
The love was gone, and they both knew it.
Keira was always jealous of how well Lucy fared in Barcelona. She tanned, Keira burned. She picked up the language, Keira fumbled her way through surface-level friendships. She’d always had a hard time believing people actually liked her, especially in Lucy’s shadow.
Lucy had Ona.
Ona was the apple of everyone’s eye. Smile like the sun, she had a way that Keira never did. Keira could have predicted Lucy’s interest in her without them even meeting. They were perfect for one another. So perfect. Ona’s youth fed Lucy’s constant desire for newness, excitement, spontaneity.
Keira didn’t even love Lucy anymore, and Ona showed her more grace than she probably deserved. Dare she say, they were friends. But she was human; she was not immune to the knife-cut of watching Lucy and Ona getting lost in their own world.
Keira realises just how starved of human touch she is whilst kissing Ona. She’s grown into her sexuality comfortably, so returning to Lucy feels foreign after spending a year exploring who she was outside of her ex’s desires.
Now she’s clawing at Ona’s button-up shirt, trembling hands, shallow breath, and there’s something incredibly freeing about it. She had to wrangle even an ounce of control from Lucy back in their time, but Ona lets her have it freely. It must be nice to have a heart so open.
“I want to eat you out,” Ona says against Keira’s shoulder, leaning in, looking up at her with maybe the sexiest eyes Keira has ever been given. The Spanish do have a way about them. “Would you like that?”
Keira swallows. Shirt discarded to the side, Ona is bare from the waist up – clearly she wasn’t a bra kind of girl. It made it rather hard to focus. Keira’s lips have this numb, buzzing feeling to them, Ona’s mark on her unwielding.
The movement from the living room to here had been a blur; Lucy and Ona had briefly conversed in Spanish, Lucy had taken off her hoodie, Ona had taken Keira’s hand and encouraged her to sit against the headboard. They had all briefly agreed that this was fine, that this would change nothing. Any one of them could leave at any time. Stop meant stop. Everything else meant push me further. Just as it always had.
Keira felt drugged, speechless, heady with anticipation.
Ona was sitting in front of her unthreateningly, bodies close but not intimate, looking like a temptress nonetheless.
“I’d like that.” She finally mutters.
Lucy is sitting beside Ona, her feet still on the ground but her posture leaning towards her girlfriend, arm lightly around her waist. Right now she is ignoring Keira, her hand caressing her girlfriend’s skin like she is seeing it for the first time.
“Unless you have a better idea?” Ona looks to Lucy. Lucy smiles, so in love. Keira feels a tug at her chest.
“You do it so well.” She says simply, and Keira flushes at the thought of Lucy relinquishing her control to Ona. Ona briefly kisses Lucy, close enough that Keira can hear all of those disgustingly intimate sounds. Ona then leans away like a feline stretching, pressing herself against Keira with a coy smile.
“Did you know Lucy had a thing for watching her girl with others?” Ona asks, her breath shallow, waiting for Keira to nod before pulling the blonde’s shirt up and off, leaving her in a comfortable, lacy white bra. The question was veering into dangerous territory.
“I had a feeling. It happened a few times.” Keira says offhandedly, knowing full well it was one of Lucy’s fantasies. It makes Ona twitch a bit.
“I think she’s a bit of a…what’s the word…” Ona feels up Keira’s stomach.
“Masochist? Voyeur? Lucy’s a lot of things.” Keira shoots a daring glare at Lucy.
“Keep dreaming.” Lucy mutters, amused by the suggestion.
“Humiliation kink.” Keira returns cheekily, acutely aware that there must be something in Lucy that craves to be messed with. Lucy is notoriously stubborn in admitting that she doesn’t always have, or want, control. Humiliation kink may be a bit far though.
Anyway. Keira isn’t lying. Lucy had let her kiss other girls on rare, drunken occasions, or share her fantasies about them, but those girls could never touch her. God forbid Lucy let her bring them to bed. If Keira disobeyed? She got punished. That was Lucy’s limit.
But Lucy has always been one to enjoy pushing limits, even on herself. She used to like Keira’s mind wandering, even a little experimenting, and then fucking those thoughts right out of her.
Keira liked it too. She wore the straight jacket of Lucy’s girlfriend proudly, only until it began to feel a little tight.
“You’re not just here to satiate mine or Lucy's sexual fantasies, you know.” Ona reads Keira’s thoughts horribly well when a moment of silence passes them.
“I’d hope so.” Keira replies with some bite.
“I know so.” Ona answers, her hands tightening around Keira’s wrists and holding them against the mattress, the previous tenderness in her gaze becoming something a bit harsher. As if she needs to prove herself.
Keira counters, her legs spreading and knees raising, calves pressing Ona in. Ona grins, pleased with the response she provoked.
“Tell me more about those times,” Ona says, slowly getting lower on Keira’s body, taking her time to appreciate each thing that made her so different to Lucy. The freckles, the small frame, her wider hips, her smaller tits. She is enamoured by it all.
“There was a time in Lyon.” Keira looks to Lucy, who seems less than pleased that these memories are being brought up. The temperature switches in Keira, her eyes become fiery.
“We met at a bar, she was well pretty, super French, loved my accent.” Ona is kissing her stomach lightly, pulling down her shorts.
“Lucy really didn’t want me to kiss her, I could tell.” Keira says.
“When did I say that?” Lucy counters, treating Keira’s presence like a second thought, instead going into Ona’s bedside table drawer.
“You think you’re a closed book, but you’re far from it, Lucy,” Keira states, her back arching slightly as Ona nips at the sensitive skin of the inside of her trembling thighs. A small sigh leaves her mouth. The thrill kills any residual vulnerability.
“We all know what you’re thinking. Always. Ona included.” She adds.
Ona, too distracted to engage, pushes Keira’s thighs apart with a smirk and her fingertips experimentally trace down the soaked crotch of her underwear. Keira bites the inside of her cheek.
“I’d like to think Ona does considering she’s my girlfriend.” Lucy answers coolly, remaining distracted in the drawer. It stings.
“Well so was I, for seven years. You think you’ve changed, coming here, but you really haven’t, Luce.”
Keira isn’t sure where the attitude comes from. Where the quiet resentment comes from. The words are tumbling out before she can stop them. Yeah, the wine definitely went to her head.
“Shut up.” Lucy ticks, discarding whatever she’s doing and looking at Keira.
“I mean it.” Keira doesn't back down.
Lucy grabs Keira’s face, forcing a damning eye contact, sizing her up with a glance.
“Well neither have you. Let’s put it that way.”
Keira flushes when she’s faced with Lucy so intimately, a contemptuous look in her eyes.
Snap.
“Fuck- fucking hell Ona.” Keira’s expression falters suddenly, choking out an agitated moan right in Lucy’s face when Ona pushes her underwear to the side and sucks her clit, shattering her world, her guilt, her anger.
Lucy vividly watches the emotions unfurl on Keira’s face, the way her eyes soften and refuse to look at her, her lips part. The sound vibrates through every bone in Lucy’s body.
Lucy lived for the heat of the moment. Whether on the pitch, or in bed, she loved nothing more than seeing someone broken down to their base emotions.
Lucy swallows Keira’s passion with an abrupt kiss that needs to happen or the room might be set on fire. Again, it couldn’t be messier, couldn’t be less thoughtful, but it’s what they both need.
Kissing Lucy holds all the bittersweetness of returning to her hometown. It unsettles more than it nurtures. A stark reminder of time, fragility, escape. But she can’t stop. She can’t pull away.
It moves very quickly after that.
“Can I take these off?” Ona dutifully asks, a knowing grin on her face from embarrassing Keira, the sudden intensity short lived.
“Think the answers yes.” Keira sighs, still a little struck after the unexpected reaction before Lucy shuts her up with another deep, wet, sinful kiss.
Keira feels the wrongness of it all in the tight, ugly part of her chest. Reality keeps knocking at her conscience; this is Lucy. The Lucy she vowed never to give power to again.
But then again, it was also just Lucy. The girl who carried her through her hardest nights. Whose arms she ran into first in some of the greatest moments a human could ever experience. Lucy took so much, but she also gave. She gave and gave. And she wasn't evil for moving on. In fact, she was better than most for continuing to show up for Keira, even when it was really sour-tasting to do so.
Ona pulls Keira’s underwear down and off.
“So wet.” Ona mewls, and Keira feels so fucking alive. She can’t even see past Lucy’s stupid face but she doesn’t care.
“You’re good Ona.” She says thoughtlessly, no returning from how turned on she is. Ona lacks hesitation but is precise with care, her tongue beginning to trace teasingly, not lingering in any one place for too long.
And Keira doesn’t want to compliment her, not too much, but fuck. It’s hard not to.
“Mhm, I like it,” Ona says simply, her hands grasping Keira’s thighs now, tongue pressing between every fold.
Lucy is back at the drawer, leaning down to rummage through it. Keira hears her drop a few things on the ground. It’s not hard to guess what they might be.
“Relajarse, cariño.” Relax darling. Ona’s hand gently pushes Keira’s stomach back down, eyes locked on hers, before dragging her tongue up the length of her pussy firmly. Damning eye contact. Keira exhales a pathetic sound, unaware of just how sexually deprived she had been among all the business of training.
Ona takes her time, working Keira in long, slow drags and strokes and flicks that each work to ignite every fibre of her being with desire. Each one is just a bit firmer than the last.
Lucy has pulled off her sweats, leaving her in a sports bra and boy shorts. In her hand is a small-ish vibrating wand.
“Gonna get off to this are you?” Keira’s voice is almost reverent, strained with the heat rushing through her.
“Yeah. Gonna stop me?” Lucy grins cockily, climbing on the bed beside Keira, dropping a harness and dildo on the bedside table. Keira pretends not to be throbbing at the thought of Lucy strapping her, instead turning back to look at Ona.
Ona focuses in on her clit, and holy fuck, she cannot move a muscle. She hears the vibrator click on. She feels Lucy close to her face. She is thoroughly overwhelmed.
“Give in, Kei.”
“You’re getting what you wanted, you better fucking enjoy it.” Lucy murmurs sharply, her voice low and hot. She lets her teeth drag against Keira’s neck, without daring to kiss or pull the skin between her lips. It’s primal, the way she is drawn to Keira’s body.
“Oh my god.” Keira moans quietly, her legs spreading further and her eyes closing as Ona sucks on her clit while flicking her tongue against it. Her stomach knots with pleasure as Ona holds nothing back.
“Need to come that badly, do you?” Lucy says lowly, her hands daring to touch Keira’s abs and up to her bra-clad breasts.
“Don’t ignore me. Do you darling? Is my girl doing a good job?” Lucy doesn’t let Keira go. Taunting her with seduction. Keira tries so hard to ignore it, to not give in, but fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
Lucy is all confidence, until she’s vulnerable, but then if that vulnerability is killed, she becomes confident again. Way too fucking confident.
“Fuck off.” She whimpers, her thighs trembling around Ona. Unfortunately, Lucy is only turning her on more. The sour, devotional movements of her tattooed arm across Keira’s chest. Veins. Muscle. It’s killing Keira from the inside out.
She briefly glances down and sees the vibrator shoved between Lucy’s thighs, but the barrier of her underwear is keeping her composed.
But Keira is far from it. She hasn’t come in far too long, and Ona is far too good, so when the Spaniard slips a finger inside and begins to massage the soft inner walls of Keira’s soaked pussy, Keira gasps and her cheeks go even rosier. Lucy knows.
Lucy's hand pushes Ona’s face away, and Keira mewls suddenly. Her throbbing clit begs for it not to stop.
“Bitch.” She huffs weakly, falling from the precipice of a terrifyingly huge orgasm.
“No. You wait.” Lucy commands, to both of them. Ona continues to move her finger, but it’s not the same without the stimulation to her clit. Her mouth is wet with Keira’s slick, her eyes dark and delicate. She obeys Lucy, like they’ve played this game many times before.
“Was that okay?” Ona asks, her hands still hooked around Keira’s thighs.
“Yeah. Would be nice if you kept going.” She feels her body relax back into the bed a bit, the tension loosening frustratingly. Lucy’s voice rings in her ears, and no matter how much she tries to deny it, she is greedy for Lucy to take her. One last time.
Lucy has slipped off the bed and grabbed the harness, stepping into it in a matter of seconds, glancing over and rolling her eyes to herself when she sees the other two lost in each other rather than her.
They both know what’s happening though. Lucy goes behind Ona, lifting her ass with a hand on her stomach. “Good girl.” She murmurs, slipping Ona’s shorts and underwear down and off hastily.
Ona looks back.
“Keep going then,” Lucy commands, as if she never told them otherwise, and so Ona does, beginning to build Keira back up, but as soon as she does, Lucy’s fingers immediately touch her girlfriend from behind, making Ona moan against Keira.
Lucy rubs two fingers up and down Ona’s soaked pussy, before slipping them inside.
Ona falters. She was so aroused that it was making it hard to breathe. Lucy was watching her devour Keira in lustful detail.
“Fucking make her come.” Lucy snarls, forcing Ona’s thighs apart a bit further, making deeper movements with her fingers. Some strange mix of punishment and reward. Perhaps she doesn’t want Ona to know what it is.
Ona whines, working Keira's clit harder beneath her frantic tongue and slipping her fingers back in. It’s Keira’s weakness, especially when she experimentally presses her fingertips forward several times. Keira moans, and Lucy picks up her pace, the power sending her on a trip.
Ona whimpers further, the vibrations adding to the sensations mingling in Keira’s abdomen. Ona sucks her clit harder and makes erratic movements with her fingers.
Keira grasps at the sheets, wound so tightly she can’t move a muscle. Chasing, chasing, chasing.
“Making a right mess of you, hm,” Lucy says, Keira feeling her ex's strong hands hold one of her legs down, the other fingering Ona like it was a second thought. Keira’s skin burns where Lucy touches it, quivering.
“Don’t stop, Ona, fuck, I’m–so close. So–“ Keira’s words are broken by a moan, her world narrowing into just her pleasure.
Her orgasm sneaks up on her. She digs so hard into the sheets her knuckles turn white and it hurts, the tension winding around her debilitatingly and suspending her in crippling pleasure until she snaps.
“Lucy! God- Lucy. Ah-” she cries out, pussy spasming around Ona’s fingers and against her mouth. The pulses of orgasmic bliss knock her out each time, until no semblance of reality remains. Her moans are filthy, probably heard by the whole street. Her body shakes.
Ona can hardly manage. She can hardly breathe from the way Lucy’s fingers press against her inner walls like she owns her. Still, she so desperately wants Keira to never, ever forget this.
She continues a fervent pursuit against Keira’s clit that is far less kind, even when her orgasm phases out. Saying Lucy’s name when she came was a filthy diss, really.
But she loves how weak Keira looks. She understands how Lucy gets drunk on power, how easily it overcomes her. Ona just hasn’t quite mastered the sadistic mindset.
“Stop.” Keira whines, her hands shaking as they try and push Ona away, and Ona does immediately, withdrawing her fingers and giving up.
Keira is breathless, staring up at the ceiling. White-hot pleasure disintegrating atom-by-atom.
ii. batlle
Ona was more lost in her own pleasure, if she’s being honest. Her head falls to the mattress, back arching more as Lucy gets into a better position behind her. She’d lost some momentum while Keira came, but she picks it up again, making Ona choke out a moan.
“Keira-“ Ona inhales, as if needing to say something, but she doesn’t find it. Lucy thrusts her fingers harder, fucking Ona in the way she knows will make her come quicker than she wants to.
“Fucking hell, you’re so hot.” Keira finally sits up a bit, actually feeling like a human again. She says it like a sudden realisation. A very sinful one at that. Keira watches this time, watches Ona lose herself, her long hair splayed out on the sheets like the portrait of beauty.
“Lucia, baby, I’m so close– please–“ Ona whines, and Lucy’s cocky expression is full of pride.
“I think you deserve it after that. I like the way you kept going.” Lucy praises, her other hand reaching around Ona’s stomach to rub her clit.
“Actually, pass me that.” Lucy looks at Keira and then glances at the vibrator. Keira obeys fervently, and Lucy snatches it, turning it on, placing it against Ona's clit.
“Ah- my God, so deep, so- deep baby,” Ona cries out, the words sounding borderline pornographic in her accent and desperation. Keira's jaw drops a bit, she feels a pulse in places she shouldn't.
Heat swells in Ona’s stomach. It’s intimate, feeling Lucy touch her like this, to clench down and know she can feel it. Even more so knowing that Keira is watching every expression that wracks her face. She can’t stop any of it. Submitting to Lucy became second nature.
“Let go baby, come for me, show Keira what a pretty girl you are, since you both so badly wanted this,” Lucy says, before a silent gasp breaks Ona in half as she climaxes, soaking Lucy’s fingers.
Keira’s orgasm had time to build up, but Lucy is determined to shatter Ona with the way her fingers are moving so damn quickly and with such precision that it doesn’t even feel real.
“Fuck, my god, my fucking god,” Ona grabs Keira’s hand somewhere in the moment, her nails dragging down the back of it and scratching the skin raw. Keira sucks in a breath, but the pain is good. As are Ona’s moans.
“Mhm, that’s good isn’t it, you like being watched? Dirty girl.” Lucy comments as Ona slowly comes back, looking completely dishevelled. Her heart is hammering, and it’s Keira’s lust-stricken face that she looks up to.
Ona nods weakly, collapsing into the sheets.
Lucy gently encourages her back up, before briefly holding her, kissing her cheek. Lucy could be rough sometimes, but even drunk on sex and dominance, she loved deeply and with seismic tenderness.
“Sit back against Kei.” Lucy instructs, a little softer this time. The nickname makes Keira wet her lips.
Keira shuffles back against the headboard, pulling a second cushion behind her back before welcoming Ona to lean against her chest.
Ona settles with some hesitation. Keira is warm, soft in places where Lucy is firm. It’s shockingly intimate, skin against skin in every place. It feels pretty filthy too. Held between her girlfriend and her girlfriend’s ex, and she isn’t sure if she’s the object of their desires or just the object being used to execute them.
“Was that enough for you?” Lucy nudges Ona’s face to look at her. Lucy’s freckled cheeks have caught the sun, her green eyes are flamed with heat. Her gold nose ring catches the light just right.
Ona holds onto Keira’s wrists which have circled her abdomen. She breathes shallowly, Lucy watching her with quiet devotion.
“Words, mi chica.” She encourages softly, stroking Ona’s face like she isn't holding back from devouring her whole.
“Quería más.” Ona confesses. I want more.
“What do you want?” Lucy leans in to kiss her, her hands however, holding Keira’s shoulders. Lucy won’t look Keira in the eye, but she doesn’t have to. She lingers there, tasting Keira bitterly on her girlfriend's tongue.
“You and Keira. I want you to…both. Use me.”
“Mhm, muy atrevido.” Very brave Lucy grazes her thumb across Ona’s wet lip, slowly positioning herself between both of the other girls’ legs.
“Don't think I can't handle it.” Ona whispers with a blissed-out grin, and Keira feels herself get wet all over again. Ona doesn’t miss the way the blonde grips her firmer, feeling a surge of passion with the knowledge that she’s affecting both her counterparts in their own way.
“That’s my girl.” Lucy's face evidences her excitement, her cheeks rosy, adrenaline making her hands quiver. “Shall Kei hold your legs?” It’s a command rather than a question.
Keira hates the way she’s still so damn receptive to Lucy. Every moment felt like she was giving something to her unwillingly, and then wondering why she did it.
She holds Ona’s legs apart.
“That was easy.” Lucy scoffs smugly, getting into position properly and adjusting the strap around her hips. The dildo is dark red, slightly curved, of sizable length. Ona wets her lips again.
Lucy was not always like this. Usually, she operated somewhere between absolute dom and a…much less assertive, version of herself. That worked for Ona, because she herself couldn’t stay in just one mindset every night.
She liked it when Lucy gave her control, the powerplay was delicious. Rarely did Lucy relinquish it easily though, usually she had to be wrangled into some weak form of submission, like training a puppy with far too much energy for its own good, Ona had once said, but it was oh so satisfying when it worked. Exhausting Lucy was a feat in itself, but something tells her that between the mental and the physical, Lucy will be well and truly done tonight. She’ll make sure of it.
Keira’s hand lacks the possession that Lucy’s does, as it gently clasps one of her bare breasts.
“You look good like this.” Keira says with a shallow breath, and Ona grins.
“Is this where you reserve all of your compliments for?” Ona teases lightly, placing a kiss on Keira’s jaw.
“For you, yeah. Suppose I have to make up for my foul language earlier.”
Ona thinks of something witty but it doesn’t quite land the same in English.
This was some foul play indeed.
Lucy gets impatient, gripping her by the waist, pulling her lithe body a few inches downwards to better get in position. Ona’s breath catches in her throat at Lucy’s firmness, her body aches to feel full of her.
In a matter of moments, she is being kissed on the chest, Keira’s hand fondling one of Ona’s breasts and unintentionally encouraging Lucy to put her mouth to it.
Fucking hell. She feels guiltily aroused by the sensation of so many hands touching her so sensually, somewhere between worship and ownership.
The shifts in Keira’s body language are subtle, a tensing of her muscles, a certainty to the way she touches Ona, but it’s there. And Ona soaks it up.
Lucy was strikingly good at foreplay for someone who also had the patience of a tiny dog. Ona loved it when she took her time, asked questions, or simply knew what she needed just by looking at her. Lucy loved to please, loved big reactions.
“Really beautiful indeed.” Keira caresses her jaw as Lucy takes one of her nipples between her lips, sucking it gently before moving upwards to suck the skin of her sensitive breast and pull it between her teeth. Bruising it. Ona gasps, biting the inside of her lip at the pain, but feeling her abdomen flutter from the pleasure.
It’s a bit more vulnerable knowing Keira would hear and feel every reaction, they’re all so fucking close to each other, but vulnerability is nice sometimes, when it’s in the hands of someone she trusts.
Lucy works her way down Ona’s body, fingertips tracing muscle, holding her waist, grazing Keira’s hand perhaps by accident or perhaps not. Ona resumes making out lazily with Keira, unable to resist her when she’s just so close. Maybe it’s her turn to be selfish for once.
Lucy finally sits up, sliding the toy up and down Ona’s pussy a few times, just to tease, before pushing the tip inside.
Ona sucks in a moan, her pussy still sensitive from the last orgasm. She liked some overstimulation, but God, Lucy is relentless tonight. Keira soothes her with more tender kisses, holding her jaw.
Maybe this is better than being in control.
“Ready?” Lucy asks.
Ona sees it. The quiet jealousy in Lucy’s eyes. The way she grabs Ona’s thigh as she slowly sinks the toy deeper inside is possessive, and Ona is borderline scared of the way her girlfriend is looking at her. It’s the same as when another girl, or god forbid, a man, is looking at Ona like she’s worth something. And Lucia doesn’t share.
Unless it’s Keira, apparently.
The blonde swallows her pleasure, her own breath shallow and her skin hot against Ona’s. It’s like the sensations are hers as well.
Keira tries something.
“Fills you up so good, doesn’t it?” She says, inflicting a sultry tone on her voice. But it’s her calmness that contrasts Lucy’s eagerness. Ona submits to the moment, her stomach fluttering from Keira’s unexpected shift in demeanour.
“So much.” She stumbles out, and one of Keira’s hands holds the juncture between her thigh and pelvis.
“I love watching you like this,” Keira praises. Lucy has practically the full length pushed inside, and Ona feels heady with passionate overwhelm. Lucy’s hips shift a bit, before making a heavy thrust. Ona chokes out a moan.
“Dirty girl.” Lucy remarks, her headspace fully taken by lust.
“If you liked Keira this much you should have told me,” Lucy says it to Ona, but her eyes watch Keira. She spits the name out like it’s a curse, like it means everything and nothing at all to her.
She places a hand around Ona’s neck without applying any pressure – she wouldn’t, Ona doesn’t like it. Ona just likes the threat of Lucy being truly merciless.
“I couldn’t. You are too– jealous.” Ona answers between staggered breaths, which makes Lucy grind her hips harder, the toy shifting and putting pressure on the most sensitive inner walls. All she can think about is Lucy. How deep she is, how consumed by love she is.
“Hm. Maybe I am.”
This is like nothing, no sexual experience, she’s had before. For Keira, it must be the same. The emotions that bubble beneath it all only add to the biting tension, so much all at once, but they’re giving in. It’s too thrilling to resist.
It is also dignity-destroying to be in the submissive position. Corrupting in some strange way, because she would never cheat on Lucy. But here she is, another girl holding her as she gets fucked.
Lucy sets a borderline brutal pace, her strength coming in handy to hold herself up as she takes Ona like she has a point to prove. It’s not all selfish, she wants to make a mess of her girlfriend, and she’s succeeding well in that.
Ona can’t even find the words to form in her throat. Her mind, suspended in nirvana, is too blissed out to notice the way Keira’s heart is thumping out of her chest. The way Lucy presses her thumb into Ona’s collarbone.
“Lucy,” Ona whines, her back sinking into Keira’s chest further as Lucy thrusts deep inside of her. “So rough.” She chokes out, feeling her whole body surge with pleasure each time Lucy bottoms out. The multitude of sensations merge into one, she has never before felt so weak from Lucy’s strength.
Her girlfriend simply chuckles beneath her breath. Cocky as always. But affected, deeply.
“Fuck,” Lucy huffs, the sight before her making her desperately soaked. The strap provides some stimulation, but not nearly enough.
“You’re close.” Keira remarks sternly.
Ona hadn’t even realised. The second orgasm was always a bit different; more overwhelming, more painful, but in the best way.
Keira reaches down, a curse falling from her lips when she feels just how hot and wet Ona is. Her fingertips find her clit, rubbing it firmly, trying out repeating different motions until Ona’s back is arching. Keira’s other arm holds her down, filthy moans echo throughout the room.
Lucy and Keira make eye contact.
“Anything else captain?” Keira’s cheeks are flushed with arousal having not known just how much of a turn-on Lucy’s bitterness could be. It’s hard to tell if the comment makes Lucy cringe, or get off on the power.
"One thing," Lucy states, holding Ona down so she can take her as deep as she can, addicted to watching the way the toy dissapears each time her hips move.
“Don’t you ever think about looking at her again after tonight.” Lucy sneers, pure vitriol in her gaze, making quick, heavy thrusts. That, paired with Keira touching her clit frantically, Ona’s orgasm crashes over her. White hot-pleasure clouds her vision.
“Lucia! God, fuck, no puedo–” She cries obscenely, her back arching as she struggles to take the intensity of the feeling. It keeps rushing through her, a tsunami destroying her every thought.
Lucy only gets rougher, her own body burning from the passion overtaking her. Ona spasms, pussy clenching around Lucy, who swears every time that she can feel it.
“So good, fucking hell, I love the way you take me, I– love it.” Lucy says desperately.
She doesn’t stop.
She slows a bit, but from two intense orgasms, Ona is spent and can’t take much more. She can only tremble as Lucy looks her in the eyes and fucks into her steadily, her pussy still fluttering with the final orgasmic aftershocks, but they quickly become overridden by a discomforting overwhelm.
“I can’t take it,” Ona gasps.
“Yes, you can. You know what to say if you can’t.” Lucy’s breath is heavy, she isn’t overworked physically but her thoughts are everywhere and her muscles are taught. Her hips move on their own.
Ona knows how to make Lucy stop, but she doesn’t just yet.
Thankfully, Keira removes her fingers, watching Ona carefully. Her body had no time to recover, but instead of building up to another orgasm, it simply became too much. There is no pleasure, only pain. Her moans become strained.
“Stop.” She finally croaks out. Lucy halts a second later, still buried inside. It’s like her awareness snaps back, and she leans forward, kissing Ona’s cheek.
“Are you good?” She murmurs. Ona can only nod. Completely overstimulated.
“You’re mine.” Lucy whispers possessively, and Keira has to hold herself back from pushing Lucy off. The two words replay in her mind, over and over, they sink into her gut and anchor there.
Finally, Lucy sits back, taking off the strap-on immediately and quietly collecting herself. Ona isn’t sure what’s going through her mind, but Lucy tends to get a bit spaced out after something intense.
So she sinks into Keira’s arms, her thighs closing, shifting a bit to press her face into Keira's neck, still trembling. She feels like a snapped live wire, still prickling with electrical currents.
Without a second thought, she is being held tightly.
“You’re alright.” Whispers Keira, stroking her back with small movements. Comforting Ona came easily, she kissed her temple, brushing hair off her sweaty forehead.
For a moment there is quiet.
Ona vaguely hears Lucy sigh, and then feels her strong hand on her back. She sits up tentatively. Of course, she’d prefer Lucy to have held her, but sometimes Lucy was too overwhelmed herself to handle that. She keeps a hand on Keira’s thigh.
“Did you…come?” Ona asks. The question seems to take Lucy by surprise, who chuckles a bit.
“No.” She almost confesses, running her hands through Ona’s long hair.
“Do you want to?” Keira asks boldly.
Lucy seems almost bashful to answer.
“We could facilitate that.” Keira makes Lucy’s eyes widen, and Ona looks between them both. She isn’t exactly sure what Keira is implying, but she is quite literally up for anything. Physically she is spent, but mentally, she isn't done just yet.
“Need some water first though. Fucking hell Luce. It’s like you were doing it to me.”
The comment goes past Ona a bit, who simply takes it as a compliment that Keira enjoyed it, but Lucy takes it very seriously. She has that uncertain look in her eyes, like she doesn't want to admit something to herself.
Ona grabs a bottle of water from the other side of the bed and hands it to Keira, before drinking some herself.
“You don’t have to do this.” Lucy brushes off.
“No. I want to. If Ona does.” Keira glances at Ona.
“Obviously I want to make you feel good baby.” She says, moving out of the way so both of them can encourage Lucy to sit against the headboard this time.
“You know what she likes.” Ona says to Keira. A devilish grin lifts the corner of her cheeks. They both look at Lucy like she is the last thing they will ever taste.
“I haven’t forgotten."
PART 3/3
A/N; So…this will have to be a 3 part series because I’m gonna spare y’all from a 12k wall of text. Part 3 will be out in next few days to a week depending on how much time I get. I’ve never published smut before so this is very much a first for me, I hope it delivered!
my work is purely fiction, and does not represent the real people it depicts! do not send hate to players on the basis of shipping, respect their real relationships, be normal etc etc!!
