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helen-with-an-a · 22 days

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Karma's a bitch

Hi. So this was a request from someone and I hope I did it justice. I hope you enjoy it. Also - side note: I'M SEEING THE LIONESSES AT WEMBLEY TONIGHT OMGGGGGGGGG

Barca Femeni x Reader

Description: R is a little shit and likes to play pranks

Word Count: 1.7k

To say you were a little shit growing up would be the understatement of the century. You were a terror when you first joined La Masia. A little wide-eyed 7-year-old with a talent for football and finding trouble – pranks, jokes, a never-ending streaming of consciousness as you voiced anything and everything that came to your mind. Everyone expected you to calm down as you made your way up to the first team, yet by the time you were training with the first team at least three times a week, you were still the mischievous, playful person you always had been.

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You lounged on the pitch, soaking up the last of the summer sun as you watched Aitana take kick after kick at the goal. She had just broken into the first team’s regular Starting XI and was determined to keep her spot – practising well after training. Unfortunately for you, she was your lift home. You had initially joined her in her extra training, but you quickly got bored and let your mind wander. You couldn’t anger her too much – she was your only way home, after all – but you could irritate her a little. Despite being a good few years your senior, you towered over her, and when she got annoyed at you, she just looked like an adorable little chihuahua – all bark and no bite.

You came to stand just behind her – way too much into her personal space for comfort, but you didn’t care. She didn’t notice you as she stood with her hands on her hips, analysing the video she had just filmed. Quickly noticing she wouldn’t turn around any time soon, you lifted your hands,

“HEY,” you shouted as you whacked your hands down on her shoulders. She let out an almighty scream, dropping her phone and clutching her heart.

“Quina merda de veritat. Un absolut idiota. Oh, Déu meu, estàs molt molest!” You let the angry Catalan words wash over you, well aware of what she was saying. It was nothing you hadn’t heard before.

“Your face,” you cackled loudly, pointing at her as you doubled over. Her eyebrows were pinched together, and her jaw ticked.

“Oh, Déu meu. You are such a little shit. Ugh,” she batted your hands away as you moved to pinch her cheek. “You can walk home,” she said in faux anger. That sobered you right up.

“No, Aita, please.” You rushed to apologise, arms wrapping around her shoulders as you forced her into a hug. “I won’t do it again, prometo.” You gave her your best puppy eyes.

“We all know that’s a lie.” Aitana sighed, loosening slightly and accepting your hug.

“T'estimo,” you said cheekily.

“Yeh, yeh. Tens sort que jo també t'estimo.” And you were lucky that she loved you. You knew she wouldn’t put up with half the stuff you do to her if she didn’t.

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Alexia had been raving about her new boots, which she was trialling. It dominated all her conversations for the past week, and you were very much over it. It was lunchtime, and you couldn’t stand it anymore. Sneaking quietly away, you found her locker and fiddled with the keypad until it popped open. Her sister’s birthday – what a sap. There they were in all their tainted glory. They did look like nice boots, to be fair, but she had ruined them with how much she had spoken about them. You took them out of their prized place and closed the locker again. Removing the laces entirely, you crossed the room to Mapi’s locker. She had been irritating you recently as well. Again, you fiddled with the controls until there was a faint click, and it swung gently open. Ingrid’s birthday - ew. You left one lace in there, making sure the signature colour of the fabric was visible from the outside before moving on. You put the boot in the bathroom between the stall wall and the toilet. The other lace was left in the gym, tied neatly in a bow around a machine part. The final boot you kept with you until you headed to the field again – leaving it at the bottom of the ball bag. You had ensured they were all easily visible, but trying to find all the parts would be annoying. You knew the trainers had seen you walking around the grounds with not-your-boots in your hands, so you were sure they could help Alexia if she asked for it. You snickered as you imagined Alexia’s face. You could see the angry expression and the harsh Catalan being shouted at you. It made you giggle immensely.

“Where are my boots?” Alexia asked when everyone re-entered the locker room after the break. You had the gym next, but most people wanted to change into looser clothing in an attempt to combat the Barcelonian heat.

“Are they not in your locker?” Marta asked, sticking her head around the door. “Huh … I don’t know then.” You tried your hardest not to laugh, but you couldn’t help the slight grin that appeared. Your fellow La Masia/almost first team friend, Pina, smirked at you. She had many times been a victim of your harmless jokes. She raised an eyebrow, and you just shrugged innocently in response. Alexia wandered around the changing rooms, looking in people’s lockers and under the bench.

“Ah ha,” she exclaimed as she saw the iconic fabric through Mapi’s locker. “María, how could you?”

“I didn’t,” Mapi put her hands up in defence.

“Then what is …” she opened the door to find just a singular lace. “this,�� she finished. She sighed, looking around the room.

“Oi, where are they?” She asked when she made eye contact with you.

“Where are what?” You countered innocently.

“My boots. Where are they?” You shrugged.

“How should I know?” You had mastered the innocent façade. She huffed and restarted her search.

“Found one,” Caro called from the bathroom, emerging with Alexia’s left boot in her hand.

“Gracias, gracias.” Alexia hurried over and embraced Caro as if she had just found a missing diamond.

“Hey, Ale. Is that a lace?” Ana asked, pointing to the neatly tied material on the equipment she was about to use. It had been a good 20 minutes before Alexia was forced to give up her search for her missing boots and join the session. You had remained the picture of innocence – even going so far as to help look for them. Everyone knew it was you. Even Alexia, but you still maintained the act.

“Oh, gràcies a Déu,” Alexia sighed – closer to being reunited with her favourite possession.

It was just before the final session of the day. You were all in the locker room, grabbing your boots and refilling your water before heading outside.

“Where is it?” Irene asked her hand on her hip and an unimpressed look on her face.

“I don’t know … maybe it’ll turn up when we’re outside,” you shrugged – giving a slight hint to the location of the final boot.

“Ale, it’s outside,” Irene called, glaring at you as you snickered when Alexia ran out of the room.

As you arrived at the pitch, you saw Alexia hugging her boots, whispering to them like you would with a lost child. You crept behind her, jabbing her side and watching her squeal at the ticklish sensation.

“Eres una pequeña mierda,” she shouted as she tackled you to the ground, attacking you with her own tickle attack. You writhed and screamed, trying to escape the onslaught, but she was way older and way stronger than you, so you had no chance.

“Lo siento, lo siento, lo siento.” You gasped for air.

“You will be when I make you run laps until you collapse.” She said with fake anger. How could she stay mad at you when you laughed like that?

“Te amo?” You said hopefully

“Sí, yo también te amo. But you’re still running laps.” She said, tapping your head and getting off you, offering a hand for you.

“Fine,” you agreed as you stood up, smiling when she let you wrap your arms around her waist, and she kissed the top of your head.

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You watched with quiet pride as Vicky kicked a ball at an unknowing Ona – the ball rolling to hit the back of her legs.

“Aye,” she squealed, turning to see Vicky laughing her head off. Ona stormed forward before lightly shoving Vicky away, the pair laughing at their playfight. You were legendary to the younger La Masia players. Your jokes and pranks were famous, and the fact that you didn’t let up, even after you made it into the first team and became a regular Starting XI, was something they valued highly.

“Be careful; you might have someone come to take your crown,” Lucy laughed as you looked at her offendedly.

“Oh, please. Who do you think taught her? I am an icon.” You stuck your tongue out at her as you ran off to push an unsuspected Patri, making her stumble into an unamused Cata.

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You were sitting in the sunshine, arms tucked behind your head, eyes shut. It was your own mistake. You knew it – the younger girls were becoming more and more adventurous with their pranks.

Ice-cold water jolted you from your peaceful relaxation. There was a moment of silence before the team broke into hysterical laughter. You scrambled to your feet to see Vicky and Martina with the ice water bucket placed in between them.

“Oh, you fuckers. You are so dead,” you shouted as you lunged for them, only for you to be stopped by a smiling Marta.

“Dejarlas ser,” she said, offering you a towel.

“We just wanted to cool you off,” Martina shouted from her place of safety behind Alexia.

“Yeh, you looked a little warm,” Vicky added from her hiding spot behind Paños.

“Cuida tus espaldas,” you pointed a finger at them menacingly. “You have just started a war!”

“What can you say,” Mapi laughed as she passed you. “Karma’s a bitch.”

I hope you enjoyed it <3<3<3<3<3

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repulsiveliquidation · 4 months

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Baby It's Cold Outside

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle [SMUT! fluffy-ish]

they are my babies! ugh i just think that they are so adorable together.

words : 4.3k

summary : based on that video of them post-match at the Rosengård game! it's not my best work but enjoy!

“Did you see the traveling team posted on the bulletin for Wednesday’s game?” Lucy asked Ona, walking into the changing room after training.

“Yes, I saw it. Are you going to sit with me on the plane?” Ona jokes, gathering her stuff for a quick shower.

“I’ll sit with you anywhere you’d like love. Coming home with me?”

Ona nods, walking into the shower room with a wink left for Lucy. Lucy blushes slightly, also annoyed that the much younger girl affected her so. She turns back to her cubby, slowly shoving her stuff into her kitbag, deciding to take a shower at home.

Ona comes back with her hair all wet and a raggedy training shirt on with a pair of sweats. Lucy smirks when she realizes that it’s her shirt Ona has on, looking around to see that most of the girls who didn’t know of their relationship were long gone. Aitana, Kiera, Parti, and Pina were chatting away near the door, waiting for Ingrid to gather her things. As soon as they walked out, Lucy pounced on Ona, grabbing her by the waist into her arms. Ona squealed, looking up at Lucy surprised.

“I was wondering where that shirt had disappeared to.”

“You gave it to me to borrow, I simply never returned it,” Ona cheekily admits, arms snaking around Lucy’s neck. Lucy grins, leaning in for a much-needed kiss. Ona happily leans in to meet her halfway, lips locking with each other’s perfectly. Lucy’s tongue darts out ever so slightly, making Ona gasp as Lucy slips her tongue in.

Their tongues clashed and fought, licking into each other mouth’s hungrily. Ona moans, hand tugging at Lucy’s hair before she pulls away. Lucy grins, making Ona’s knees almost buckle.

“Take me home?” Ona asks, hand softly petting Lucy’s cheek.

“Sí, princesa.” Lucy attempts, grinning at Ona for praise and approval. Praise and approval she gets, along with a couple more sweet kisses.

“Go and shower, you stink.” Ona teases, pushing Lucy into her house. Lucy turns and suddenly grabs her, hauling the smaller woman into the bedroom. Lucy throws her onto the bed, crawling on top of her. Ona giggles and scoots back into the bed, biting her lip when she sees Lucy’s eyes sparkle. Lucy’s hands caress her arms, lips leaning closer and closer to her neck before latching on and sucking softly. Ona sighs, hands already tangled in Lucy’s hair to pull her closer. Lucy’s hands pull Ona closer, pressing her hips down onto Ona’s. Lucy grinds her hips down, groaning when Ona bucks herself up slightly.

“Tell me what you want, princess.”

“Want you, bebé…” Ona whines, tugging at Lucy’s training shirt. She pulls it off, hands fumbling with the drawstring of Ona’s sweats, finally tugging them off and doing the same to her shirt. Lucy leans into her neck, suckling softly at the flesh. She leaves just one mark, right under her ear. She nibbles on Ona’s earlobe, making the young Spaniard whine. Ona begs Lucy to hurry, Lucy responds with a nod and a kiss on the lips, softly asking Ona if she is going to be a good girl for her.

“Sí, I’ll be so good…” Ona whimpered, eyes searching for Lucy’s. Their eyes lock, passion surging between those eyes.

Lucy’s right-hand dips down between Ona’s wide-open legs, rubbing soft circles over Ona’s folds. Ona sighs, pulling a pillow right under her ass. Lucy wastes no time getting between Ona’s legs, leaning in and rubbing Ona’s clit faster. She leaned in and sucked on her softly, fingers teasing at her hole lightly.

Ona whined loudly, fingers tugging at Lucy’s messy hair with curses falling from her lips. Ona groaned when a finger slipped into her, dragging itself teasingly over her sweet spot. Lucy kisses along the inside of Ona’s thigh, biting love bites all over them. Ona grasped at her breasts, fondling them as they pebbled up and became sensitive.

Lucy slipped in another finger, this time completely avoiding her sweet spot. Ona cried out for her, legs shuddering as her orgasm approached embarrassingly fast. Lucy remained unrelenting, tongue swiping across Ona’s folds hard and fast. Her fingers were in stark contrast, almost dragging themselves lazily inside her. Ona begged for more, and Lucy merely obliged and gave her another finger.

“Fuck!” Ona exclaimed at the stretch, throwing her head back as she heard her pussy get more wet. Lucy grinned and suckled on Ona's clit and that was all it took. Shuddering and groaning, Ona came with a staggered cry for Lucy. Lucy pulled away and off her, grabbing her strap from the nightstand. Ona panted hard, resetting the pillow under her while biting her lip.

Lucy smirked cockily, kissing up Ona’s body. The little fullback grinned happily, finally being able to enjoy her lover without the prying eyes of the team and the media.

Lucy licked the shell of her ear, sending a shudder up her spine.

“Ready for my cock, darling?” Lucy teased, the tip of the toy nudging at Ona’s entrance.

Ona nods, Lucy’s hand coming to rest around her neck.

“Words please, my love.”

“Yes Lucy, want your cock…” Ona croaks out, the weight of Lucy’s hand around her neck and the pressure of her cock slowly slipping in sends her eyes into the back of her head. Her legs get pulled around Lucy’s waist, getting caressed sweetly as Lucy gets her to adjust to the toy. Giving her an experimental thrust, Ona whines when Lucy begins to thrust into her. It’s sweet and caring, shallow thrusts to get her used to it. Ona’s hands gripped Lucy’s as they held her face, hips gently driving themselves into Ona.

Lucy leans down to kiss Ona’s neck, gripping just above her hips to tilt her hips up more and get a better angle. Ona threw her head back, crying out for Lucy to fuck her harder as the desperation to come overtook her. Lucy decorated her neck with more bites, taking care not to leave any lasting marks. Lucy quietly began to encourage Ona; words of affirmation to get her riled up and going.

“Good girl Ona, taking my cock so well,”

“Mm, that feels so good baby…”

Lucy changed the angle of her hips, thrusting up into Ona’s sweet spot. Ona cried out for Lucy, grasping her forearms tightly.

“Fuck Ona, right there?”

“Sí, right there please!”

Lucy fucks into her faster, chasing her orgasm when Ona begins to shudder and drag her nails down Lucy’s back. Lucy cries out for her, hips pounding down into Ona with vigor.

“Coming!” Ona manages to warn, back arching off the bed when Lucy catches her, her orgasm crashing into her when Ona begs for her to come too.

Ona pulls Lucy’s face to hers, kissing her passionately. Lucy’s hips still, her cock still inside Ona as she lays her head on her shoulder. Ona runs her fingers down the red welts on Lucy’s back, the other hand cradling her head.

“I love you,” Ona says quietly, Lucy lifting her head to look at Ona.

“I love you too, baby girl,” Lucy whispers back, kissing her lips softly.

“I thought you were sitting with me?” Ona pouted, looking up at Lucy with her hand on the seat she saved for her.

“Yes love, be right back,” Lucy tells her quietly, walking to the back of the plane with her stuff.

“You’re not making it subtle, you know,” Ingrid teases, sitting opposite Ona sipping her coffee.

“What do you mean?” Ona tries, rummaging in her bag of food that she got at the airport.

“You and Lucy, I know we know but you’re going to need to be careful if you don’t want the rest of the world to know for a bit.”

“Know what?” Lucy chimes in, settling heavily into the seat next to Ona who lights up at the sight of the Englishwoman.

“That you two aren’t making your relationship subtle at ALL,” piped in Patri from behind Ona, patting her on the head.

“We are!” Ona grumbles, swatting Patri’s hand away.

“No, you are not. You two are adorable, but I’m this close,” María held up her two fingers almost touching, “To throwing up if I see Ona’s starstruck eyes one more time.”

“Pendejo,” Ona muttered under her breath, digging into the pastry she had in her lap. She broke it into two, handing Lucy the other half. María made gagging noises that made Ona shoot her a look. Ingrid shot her a look too, smacking María on the back of her head while scolding her in Norwegian. They began to argue adorably, but Lucy and Ona didn’t hear a word. Trapped in their little bubble, they stole glances and subtle touches the whole flight to Sweden, captured by the team photographer who made a note to make a folder for them to receive when they got back.

“Can you stop being stubborn love,” Lucy said, pulling a beanie off her head after warming up “and put on a damn pullover?”

“It’s not cold!” Ona protested, pulling her game shorts on.

“Ona, it’s like below freezing. You lived in Manchester for three years, I did for longer. Please, I like my girlfriend warmed up not frostbitten. Do not make me pull out the ‘I’m older than you’ card.”

“Fine, you’re mean,” Ona huffed, putting on a long sleeve and some gloves.

Lucy comes up behind her, wrapping her arms around Ona. Ona leans back into her, tilting her head to the side to look at Lucy. A soft kiss is pressed to her lips, followed by Lucy’s signature grin.

“I’m not mean. I can’t be mean, not to you,” Lucy turns Ona around to face her in her arms. Again, it’s like they’re the only ones in the room, eyes boring deep into one another's.

“I love you,” Ona whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Lucy’s lips.

“I love you too, play well we’ve got this, yeah?” Lucy tells her, pulling her into a quick hug.

The game ends with a comfortable win over Rosengard, 6 goals in the back of the net and a clean sheet is something to celebrate. Lucy spots Ona grabbing a water bottle, debating whether she should walk over. Ona had a beautiful assist today, overall it was a great game.

Lucy clapped with the fans, slowly but surely making her way over to Ona. She grabbed the back of her neck gently, still slightly startling Ona. Ona looked a little tense, but it all washed away when she saw Lucy.

“Hey baby, you were on fire today with that assist,” Lucy compliments, trying her best to keep her hands to herself.

“Sí, it was a good goal from Salma,” Ona nods, opening up the water bottle she had for a sip.

Lucy was desperately trying to keep her hands to herself because Ona looked a little distressed. Wanting so badly to just pull her into her arms and protect her from whatever it was that was stressing her out was hard to keep at bay. Following her back to the tunnel like a lost puppy, Lucy walked into the showers with Ona, copying her every move. Something was bothering her, and Lucia was determined to find out.

Ona had practically run into the showers, Lucy was struggling to keep up with her. She already had the water running when Lucy stepped in with her.

“What are you doing?” Ona asked, hands subconsciously trying to cover herself up even though Lucy could remember everything about her and her body.

Lucy’s hand reached for Ona’s wrists, gently pulling her hands away from her. She laces their fingers together, pulling Ona closer with her back pressed to Lucy’s chest and arms wrapped tightly around her chest. The shower was hot, steam billowing around them.

“What’s wrong, my love?” Lucy whispers into Ona’s ear, feeling her body slump into her arms.

“I don’t know, my anxiety has been so strung lately,” Ona takes a deep breath, “I’ve been playing so much and I love it but I’m just so, I don’t know…” she trails off, thinking of the word in English.

“Overworked? Tired? In need of a break?” Lucy suggests, Ona nodding when she hears her mention tired.

“Let me take care of you, love. Why didn’t you come to me?” Lucy enquires, wrapping her arms around Ona tighter. She feels Ona try to squirm free, letting go a little for her to turn in her arms. Ona wraps her arms around her neck, carding her fingers through Lucy’s wet hair. Lucy looks genuinely concerned, hands softly caressing Ona’s sides.

“I didn’t want to burden you over something so small, mi amor,” Ona tries to justify, Lucy’s hands pull her naked body closer; so close that no water gets between them. Lucy leans in and kisses her tenderly, resting her forehead on Ona’s after a few pecks.

“You are not a burden, Ona. You are so special to me, more than anything in the world. When we get home, let’s destress hm? Our favorite way,” Lucy suggests with a cheeky smile, making Ona blush and smack her shoulder. Ona presses her lips to Lucy’s, biting her lip when she pulls away.

“You’re so good to me,” Ona tells her while tucking a strand of hair behind Lucy’s ear, Lucy pulling out her signature smile again that makes Ona fall in love with the Lioness all over again.

Unlocking the door to Lucy’s apartment at midnight was not how she had planned their attempt at destressing. If anything it added to the stress when the bus they were supposed to be on was late and Patri lost her passport.

Finally settling in the bedroom, Ona sat on the bed with a little grin on her face. Lucy walked over slowly, Ona pressing her chin to her stomach and looking up at her. Suddenly her face changes, one that only Lucy has had the privilege of seeing. With a look of pure submission, Ona willingly gave herself up to Lucy. Lucy caressed her cheeks with her thumbs, smiling endearingly at the younger girl.

“What do you want, darling?” Lucy asked, pecking Ona’s forehead.

“Want you, Lucia. Just need you to make it go away,” Ona sniffled, leaning more of her weight onto Lucy.

“I’ve got you baby, let me take care of you,” Lucy gently picks Ona up, settling her in the middle of the bed. She carefully undresses Ona, kissing her skin once a piece of clothing is removed. Ona squirms into the clean-smelling sheets, sighing softly when Lucy’s hands touch her where she needs to.

Lucy softly caresses Ona’s thighs, kissing down her chest slowly. She takes Ona’s breast in one hand, the other pulling her legs open to sit between. Lucy gently flicks her nipple which hardens immediately, leaning down to suck it into her mouth. Ona whimpers, back arching into Lucy.

Her mouth remains unrelenting, sucking and swirling her tongue over the perked bud before moving to the other. Ona can’t contain her noise, whimpering and whining for Lucy desperately.

“Easy, mi amor. Let me,” Lucy scolds softly when Ona reaches for her clothes. Lucy makes quick work of pulling her clothes off, sitting beside Ona in her undergarments. Ona reaches out and strokes her thigh, Lucy’s fingertips dragging over her abs softly. It makes a shiver run down Ona’s back, looking up at Lucy with pure adoration. She quite literally has a look that has nothing behind her eyes, blinking up at Lucy softly.

“Do you remember your safeword, sweetheart?”

“Sí, butterfly.”

“Good girl, we’re gonna hop straight into it okay?”

Ona nods, eyes fluttering closed when Lucy settles herself between her legs. Lucy’s rough hands caressed up her calves, kneading them gently. She kissed Ona’s knees, hands massaging her aching legs with care. She pressed her palms over her hips and stomach, feeling for each of Ona’s ribs before cupping her breasts gently. She pressed a kiss each to both, trailing more kisses up her collarbone to her neck, sucking a dark hickey in the junction of the two.

Ona whined, hands gripping the sheets tightly. Her brain could only think of one word and that word was Lucy’s name. She was muttering, moaning, calling, begging for Lucy; a sound that made Lucy’s heart swell with pride.

“Shh baby, be patient. Want the oil baby? Do you want me to give you a little massage?” Lucy cooed, pecking Ona’s lips.

“Please…” Ona begged, nodding her head fast.

Lucy leaned over and pulled the drawer open, reaching for the massage oil. She uncapped it and poured a little into her palm. She rubbed between her hands to warm up, caressing Ona’s chest softly. She reached for more, caressing and massaging Ona’s body meticulously. Over her arms, her thighs, her shoulders. Ona relaxed visibly into the bed, the sheets soon to be ruined. The room smelled like bergamot and lavender, a relaxing scent that sent Ona into a world of sexual ecstasy. Her head was fuzzy, her body was warm, her heart was full. Lucy grinned, kissing Ona’s lips softly when she recognized that look on Ona’s face.

“Ready darling?”

“Sí.”

Lucy wipes her hands on the comforter, kicking it off the bed. She leans in, pressing Ona’s legs wide open. Her tongue flicks out, catching Ona’s dripping folds. Ona sighs softly as Lucy spreads her a little to lick deeper. She circles her tongue around her peeking clit, pulling it with her teeth gently. A soft nibble and a hard suck makes Ona shudder, hands tangling in Lucy’s hair. Lucy doesn’t pull away, instead pressing her face deeper into Ona’s pussy. The hands in her hair pulled hard, knees knocking together but swiftly pressed apart by hands that were much bigger.

“You taste so good, my love,” Lucy praises, tongue darting into her hole teasingly. Ona begs for more, arching her back off the mattress in pleasure. Lucy presses her tongue in deeper, slurping at Ona’s folds. Ona reaches back and grips the sheets, breath becoming lighter and more desperate.

“I’m so close…so close Lucy…”

“I know love, whenever you’re ready I want you to come for me…”

Lucy slips a finger into Ona, pressing up and into her sweet spot. Her lips latch onto her clit, suckling rhythmically to hurtle Ona into her orgasm. Ona merely croaks, hands pulling at Lucy’s hair as she comes all over her face. Ona pants hard, popping her head up to look down at Lucy, who is grinning. She chuckles, kissing Ona’s hip softly.

“Did you like that?” Lucy asks quietly, kissing up Ona’s chest again. Ona’s hands cradle her face and pull her in for a kiss, soft and tender.

“More, please,” the Spaniard requests with an accent, making the Englishwoman laugh. She nods, hand grasping Ona’s breast and taking the other into her mouth. Lucy sucks on Ona’s breasts like earlier, alternating between the two. Ona tries to touch Lucy too, despite her brain feeling extremely foggy in the best possible way.

Lucy stops her, pulling her hands away. She presses a kiss to both of Ona’s palms, settling them beside her.

“Tonight is all about you baby, don’t worry about me,” Lucy tells her, Ona nodding along.

“Want you,” Ona mumbles, reaching for Lucy’s hand.

“You have me doll; I’m all yours. Can I make you come again, beautiful?”

“Please.”

Lucy turns Ona onto her stomach, straddling her ass carefully. Lucy grabs the oil and pours a little directly onto Ona, massaging the fragranced oil into her. She pushes all the knots out, Ona groaning appreciatively. She kept up her massage, slowly shifting off of her ass and sitting on her legs. Lucy paid extra attention to Ona’s ass, digging her fingers into the abundant flesh there was.

She pulled her cheeks apart, spitting directly onto her asshole. Ona whined, feeling the warm liquid slide down towards her pussy. Lucy’s finger caught the glob before it did, pressing it into her asshole slowly. She worked a finger in then two, steadily pumping her fingers into her. Ona moaned Lucy’s name pornographically, tilting her head to the side to try and catch a glimpse of her lover.

Lucy’s other hand pushed Ona’s leg up into a climb, fingers rubbing soft circles over her folds. She fingered Ona’s ass gently, pushing her fingers in deeper each time. Ona could only hold onto the sheets, grinding back into Lucy. Lucy softly kissed her ass, fingers speeding up their movements.

Lucy finally slipped two fingers into Ona’s pussy, alternating her fingers between going in and out. She was going torturously slow, biting Ona’s ass playfully. She yelps and giggles, giggles soon dissipating when Lucy builds up a fast pace again.

“Are you gonna come for me, love? You promised.”

“Sí, amor! Fuck, s-so good!”

“You’re gonna come so well for me aren’t you? My good girl Ona.”

“Yes, yes please!”

“Come for me then, pretty girl,” Lucy whispers, fingers pressing into the sweet spots in both her holes. Ona blanks out, body shuddering hard as she comes again. She goes limp, whimpering thanks under her breath.

“What’s that, sweetheart?” Lucy teases, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

“Thank you…that was so good…” Ona manages, pushing herself up onto all fours. Lucy kisses her, tongue darting into her mouth and licking around. Their tongues tangle with one another, humming softly at the feeling.

“Wait here. Be good,” Lucy says when she pulls away, hopping off the bed to the wardrobe. Ona does as she says and is good (it’s not like she is anything but,) Lucy comes back with her strap-on on, a wide grin on her face. Ona smiles and pulls a pillow behind her head, setting her legs wide open. Lucy rolls her eyes into her head at the sight, softly kissing up Ona’s right leg. She presses her legs wide and back, grasping her knees gently as the toy nudges Ona’s hole.

“Ready, princess?”

“Sí.”

Lucy grabs the base a little, guiding the toy into Ona gently. Ona huffs, feeling full already when Lucy barely had half of her cock inside her.

Gently thrusting, Ona moaned when Lucy pressed her legs even wider to get the cock deeper into her. Letting her body weight pound the cock into Ona, the smaller woman could only hold onto Lucy’s strong arms. She pressed her forehead to Lucy’s chest, teeth gnashed together as she tried her best to focus on the pleasure.

Lucy shifted slightly, pulling Ona so her ass was flush to her thighs, she fucked into her shallowly, resulting in fast bursts of pleasure. Ona could only dig her nails into Lucy’s forearms, lips chanting her name over and over. The pleasure was insurmountable as she teetered on the edge of total submission. Until Lucy’s hips stilled inside her.

“Turn over,” she said with a slightly authoritative voice, eyes a little darker than before. Ona did, feeling Lucy’s cock drag against her walls as she did. Lucy pressed her lower back down low to arch her back deeper, hips pounding into her pussy smoothly. Ona’s jaw dropped, eyes rolling into her head.

“Joder!” she screamed, Lucy accurately fucking into her sweet spot with each flick of her hips. Lucy merely grinned, pounding down into her with more force. Ona’s voice got stuck in her throat, the angle making her feel like Lucy was in her stomach.

“So-so fucking deep…!”

“Yeah, feel my cock so fuckin’ deep in there don’t you baby?”

"¡Tan profundo, sí!"

Her hips somehow manage to speed up even more.

“Are you going to give me another orgasm, angel?”

“Yes, it’s yours!”

Lucy pulled her back into her chest, her right hand wrapped around her neck while her left fondled Ona’s swollen folds. Ona sinks into the bed a little, Lucy holding her sensitive body up. Her hips never falter, roughly fucking into Ona from behind as her hands held her in place.

“All mine?”

“Yes, ah! All yours!”

Lucy’s right hand tightens a little.

“What’s mine, darling?”

“My, fuck! All my orgasms!”

“They are mine, doll. I’d like my third one, please.”

Lucy’s right hand presses just hard enough for Ona’s air supply to cut off and the lightheadedness to set in, Ona’s eyes roll into her head just as she reaches her third high of the night. She screams, her entire body trembling and jolting in pleasure. She tries to hold onto Lucy, Lucy’s grip on her tight and reassuring as she whispers endearing words only for Ona to hear.

Ona calms after a while; Lucy immediately takes her strap off and pulls Ona into the bathroom. They take another quick shower, Ona slowly being pulled out of her sexual haze. Before she knew it she was wrapped up tight in a towel and being carried back to bed that had fresh sheets on them already.

“Hi baby, welcome back,” Lucy says, finger dragging over her cheek softly.

“Hi,” Ona says shyly, eyes feeling heavy. A bottle of water appears in front of her, ready for her to drink from.

“Half please, love.”

She has more than half, seemingly thirstier than she thought she was. Lucy finishes the bottle, tossing it somewhere. Next, she’s being fed a protein bar, chewing slowly when she realizes it’s her favorite one that was hard to find. She had been looking for weeks but had no luck.

“How did you find those? I’ve been looking for so long…” she whines, demanding an answer from the Lioness. Lucy chuckles, giving Ona the last little bit.

“I may have called Leah and asked her to buy as many as she could find and ship them over.”

Ona visibly melts at her thoughtful gesture, pulling Lucy into her chest. She presses a kiss to her forehead, resting her cheek on top of her head.

“I love you, bebé,”

“I love you too, my girl,”

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