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You carelessly tell everyone you've never been sexually satisfied to piss off your fuck buddy, Alexia. She decides to prove you wrong and make it known to everyone just how wrong you are. | Inspired by these requests: (1) (2)
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It's been months since you last saw Alexia.
She’s been extremely busy with football, brand deals, and events. As her friend, it made you incredibly proud to see her achieving so much. She’s worked so hard and it was about time that she was able to reap her benefits and gain the recognition she so badly deserved.
But as her fuck buddy, the feral, needy side of you was just writhing with sexual frustration and yearning, wanting her to fuck you after every time you’d watch a game of hers.
You tried touching yourself, trying every new vibrator and toy available in the market but not a single toy could replicate the way Alexia made you feel. The way she moved her tongue, her fingers, her hips – it always drove you insane. Every single time with Alexia left you in a dreamy state for days. The sore muscles from all the positions she put you in always left you aching for days, but you loved every bit of it—each ache serving as a lingering reminder of that night.
On different occasions, you wanted to just text her and beg her to come over and fuck the living daylights out of you but it just felt like you might be crossing the line. You two usually just fucked whenever you had free time to spend together; asking her to make time from her busy schedule just felt personal and… intimate. So, instead, you’d sulk at home and try every single possible way of fiddling with yourself to no avail.
Feeling desperate and horny, you made the mistake of making out with Alexia’s friend and teammate Lucy Bronze. You bumped into her during a night out with friends wherein she recognized you as Alexia’s friend from college. A couple drinks down and one thing led to another.
Even if Lucy was an excellent kisser, you didn’t feel the same electric connection with Lucy that you had with Alexia. Though, since then, you’ve maintained close contact with the Brit.
Despite several attempts of hitting on you, you never really responded to any of Lucy’s booty calls. You knew Alexia and you were just friends with benefits but somehow, you felt like it was wrong to do anything more with a friend of hers. It wasn’t as if you two were exclusive… but you still felt hesitant.
Although, after a while, you grew more and more frustrated with Alexia. How was it possible that Lucy had enough free time to hit you up but Alexia seemed too busy to even send you a naughty pic or even just a cheeky message? You felt neglected and increasingly sexually frustrated.
Little did you know that word had gotten to Alexia that you made out with Lucy.
Ever since the two of you started hooking up, Alexia had grown increasingly infatuated with you, craving the feel of your skin and the taste of your lips at every waking moment. If she could, she'd have you beneath her every day of the week. But as life got busier for both of you, she held back, reasoning that it would be selfish to hit you up randomly in the middle of a busy week just to scratch an itch. Besides, she had always been the one to initiate before, and this time, she decided to wait. She waited to see if you wanted her as desperately as she wanted you.
But the silence from you was deafening.
No late-night texts, no "I miss you," not even a casual "wyd." At first, she convinced herself you were just busy. Then she heard through the grapevine that you'd been kissing one of her teammates at some club.
The news hit her like a punch to the gut, leaving her pissed off and bitter. If you'd moved on or decided to have fun with some other girl, fine, you weren’t in a relationship anyway — but it didn't make it sting any less. And to top it off, she had to find out from someone else that you were attending the team’s victory party at Lucy’s place.
The audacity, Alexia thought bitterly. Even if it technically was Lucy’s party, she thought you’d have the decency to refuse or to even just give her a heads-up, knowing that it might be weird to be around Alexia and Lucy. No decency at all.
When you got the invite, you hesitated. But then you decided this was your chance to remind Alexia exactly what she had seemingly forgotten about. After all, she'd ghosted you out of nowhere, leaving you high and dry after giving you the best sex of your life.
So, the night of the party, you slipped into a tight black dress that hugged every curve and sprayed on the perfume you knew drove Alexia crazy. If she thought she could move on so easily, you were more than ready to remind her of what she'd lost.
As soon as you entered Lucy’s place, she was the first person you saw.
It wasn't hard for you to see her. She was usually taller than most girls and she always just exuded a confident energy that never failed to catch everyone's attention. She was wearing a black cap and a black jacket, with the sleeves pushed up to her elbows exposing her muscular forearms. Your mind tried not to remember all the times you watched the veins in her arm bulge out so slightly as she pumped her fingers in and out of you.
You locked eyes and her jaw instantly clenched. She looked upset. You would have felt a bit bad about never reaching out to congratulate her on all those winning games or even checking up on her if you didn't see her arm around a shorter girl you didn’t recognize.
Great. I've been replaced.
You rolled your eyes and headed to the corner of the house where Lucy and her other friends were seated.
"Hey, mami." Lucy greeted you. She stood up and gave you a kiss on the cheek, immediately snaking a hand around your waist. You loved how Lucy was never secretive of her finding you irresistible. Once or twice, you thought about riding that strong jaw but you figured you had to see out a complex friends-with-benefits relationship before entering another one. "Looks like we're all out of seats. Why don't you sit on my lap instead?"
You smirked. "You just would grab any opportunity to have me on top of you, huh?"
She smirked, biting her lip. "You know it."
You sat on Lucy's lap sideways, arms around her to secure your spot as your legs dangled on her side. She put her hands around you with her left hand on your back and the other drawing small spirals on your bare lap.
Alexia must have caught sight of this because you saw her looking over, jaw clenched and eyes darkened.
“I’m just so glad this season is done. I seriously need to go out to the clubs and get laid… get all that tension out of my body.” Patri, who was sitting on the floor beside Pina and Salma, complained to the group before taking a swig from her beer. “Nothing like unwinding to a girl between your legs.”
The crowd chuckled. Ingrid playfully threw a rolled up paper towel at Patri calling her gross. You smiled and nodded along as you let Lucy run her hands up and down your leg. “Thirsty, pretty girl?” She asked.
You shook your head. “You?”
“Hmm, why don’t you grab that beer and help me out?” She asked. You smiled as you grabbed the beer with your free hand and put the bottle against Lucy’s mouth, tipping it a bit as you let her drink from it. You bit your lip as the older girl maintained intense eye contact as you did.
Alexia was practically seething from the sight of it but continued to ignore you, staying at the other side of the room. The girl in her arms was trying to chat her up, asking about football or whatever, but all she could focus on was you.
The conversation continued with the group. “I’d hate to be single right now. How do you have the energy to go out and exert all that effort just to get laid?” Mapi exclaimed as she put an arm around her girlfriend who was sitting beside her. “If I were single, I’d rather just grab my vibrator and call it a day.”
Patri rolled her eyes. “You’re just saying that cause you have Ingrid.” She retorted. “If you were single, you’d be out there in the clubs with us too.”
You could feel Lucy’s body vibrate against you as she chuckled. You grabbed Lucy’s bottle of beer, drinking from it as you continued to listen in on the conversation that was unfolding.
“I agree with Patri.” Irene chimed in, swirling a plastic cup with her hand. “I’d hate to be single and always end up masturbating at night. That would make me miserable.”
Patri nodded, as she raised her bottle high up. “Exactly, exactly!”
“The orgasm you get from a girl does not compare to one you get alone.” Irene added on, garnering a slow clap from the drunken Patri.
You laughed at the interaction. Lucy turned to you with a small smirk. "How about you? What do you think?"
You paused. You noticed Alexia move closer to our group. You hummed in thought, returning your gaze back to Lucy. "I don't know. I feel like it depends. It's a case-to-case basis and it just depends on who your partner is and what you want." You said, loud enough for others to hear. “So, yeah, I don’t have a clear cut answer.”
Mapi nodded to what you said. “Yeah, but having to find someone who suits you… it just takes too much time. If you’re single, you’re basically gambling every single time you decide to sleep with someone.” She said as she shook her head. “Besides, why would you want someone you barely met handling your precious goods?”
“We get it, Mapi. You’re in a loving relationship where you have sweet, sweet, compatible sex.” Patri said, rolling her eyes and making the crowd chuckle.
Before the two could continue debating, Pina chimed in. “Capitana,” She called Alexia over. "Settle the debate for us. What's a better way of unwinding after football season — masturbating or going out to have someone take care of it for you?"
Alexia moved closer to the group, an arm wrapped around a girl and her other hand wrapped around a red cup. She looked serious with her eyes still fixed on you. "She hasn't actually answered the question yet." She responded, looking at you as she tilted her cup at your direction.
You rolled your eyes and sighed, defeated. "I guess, I'd choose just making myself cum."
Mapi nodded smugly at Patri who felt annoyed.
"Really? I always pegged you as a pillow princess type. Like... the type who has to be pleased by someone else?" Lucy asked, fingertips still suggestively grazing your thighs
You hummed in thought. "Well, I haven’t found anyone who pleases me better than I do myself.” You lied with a shrug, looking directly at Lucy and avoiding Alexia’s gaze. “Why bother trying to find someone to aimlessly poke at me until I fake it when I can just take care of it myself?”
The group laughed at your statement but Alexia remained stoic and stiff. "Really?" Her voice dripped with thinly veiled annoyance. "Are you trying to say that no one has ever made you cum before? You always just fake it?”
“Yeah, no one really comes to mind.” You shook your head. "Besides, I'd much rather spend a night getting tired out by my vibrator rather than to be disappointed by some tryhard who fingers like they have carpal tunnel or eats me out with the same limp energy of an old man with his porridge."
The crowd laughed even harder but Alexia looked even more annoyed. If everyone was sober and in the right mind, they'd catch on to her reaction to your bold statement and figure out there was definitely something between the two of you.
You tried to laugh along but you felt weirdly nervous about lying. Alexia didn’t seem too pleased with your statement. Why is she so pissed off? It’s not as if anyone here knows we’ve slept together.
You were pulled out of your worries when you felt Lucy’s hands move higher up your leg, skimming the skin under your tight dress.
"Why don't you give the poor vibrator a rest from tiring you out," Lucy whispered, playfully using your own words. "And have me give it a try?"
You moved closer to her. "Hmm, I don’t know. Aren’t we just friends now?" You said softly so that the group wouldn’t hear too but still loud enough for Alexia to hear, if she tried hard enough. “Sex might just complicate that.”
“C’mon, we already kissed.” Lucy smiled with eyes that flickered from your eyes to your lips. "Besides, isn’t it worth risking it? I know I can pleasure you better than anyone else ever had.”
You smiled and playfully caressed her strong jaw with your fingers. “Well…” You trailed off seductively in a low voice, moving closer to Lucy’s face. "I've always wanted to feel that strong jaw against—"
Your flirting was cut abruptly when Alexia angrily threw her crumpled red cup to the ground and walked out of Lucy’s place. Everyone looked around confused, including the girl she was with. She blinked curiously as her eyes stuck at the door, wondering why Alexia had left so abruptly; the poor girl was just talking about her new manicure.
"Damn, I guess, no one's making her cum either." Patri joked, garnering a bunch of playful slaps and chuckles from the group but the room still seemed to be confused; Alexia was never the type to storm out in anger out of nowhere.
You tried to just shake off Alexia's mood swing and returned to flirting with Lucy but just minutes later, Alexia was storming back into the living room. She stomped her way to you and grabbed your hand, basically yanking you off of Lucy. You nearly tripped over your own feet as she grabbed you.
"What the fuck, Alexia?" You exclaimed as you were pulled by the arm by the tall blonde. "That fucking hurts. What's your problem?"
She didn't speak up. She basically dragged across the house until you reached what seemed like Lucy’s bedroom. She slammed the door loudly and locked it behind her.
Now that you were alone, you could see the annoyed look on her face, the redness across her cheeks, the tightness of her expression… and the slight bulge in her pants. Oh... that's what she had to get from her car when she stormed out.
She slammed you against the bedroom door, towering over you and trapping you with her arms. You gulped as you felt your back press flatly against the door.
Alexia suddenly grabbed your face with one hand, gripping so hard your lips were almost puckering out. "Why are you running your mouth about how no one's made you cum?" She said with a low, threatening voice. Her hazel eyes had darkened under the dim lights of the bedroom.
You stared at her, blinking your eyes in fear. She was so frightening when she was mad; it was like she was a completely different person. Her eyes, which were usually warm, were staring at you pointedly. All of the muscles in her face clenched as she slightly grit her teeth. And, while you were actually scared, you were also getting incredibly turned on.
Alexia squished your face harder, slamming her other hand on the door. You felt the wood pressed behind you vibrate with the force. "Answer." She leaned in and aggressively bit the side of your neck, sinking her teeth into you.
You gasped loudly in shock. "Ahh, Alexia, that really hurts."
She ignored you. She moved her head back to stare you in the eyes before she wrapped her hand around your throat. "Tell me who makes you cum." She asked.
You gulped as you felt her hand tighten slowly. "I'm sorry, Alexia." You responded, feeling incredibly nervous and intimidated. "I'm sorry I lied. I was just joking. I just missed you so much and I was frustrated that you never contacted me and I just wanted to see you react to —"
You gagged as her hand suddenly got tighter. "I didn't ask for an explanation." She growled. "I asked who fucking makes you cum."
You gasped for air as her hand loosened a bit. "It's you, baby. It's just you." You croaked out.
"What did you just fucking call me?" She growled in your ear; you felt the familiar electric tingle in your spine as she breathed heavily against your ear. “You don’t get to fucking call me that when you’ve been such a brat.”
"Alexia," You moaned, correcting yourself. "It's you, Alexia. It's you who makes me cum. Only you make me cum, Alexia.."
You felt like a blubbering mess but Alexia seemed pleased because she let your throat go, and fondly touched your cheek instead with her thumb. You inhaled deeply before leaning towards her to kiss her but she moved away.
"Bad girls don't get kisses." Her mouth quirked up into a smirk. "Bad girls get on their knees instead and offer their mouth like a slut."
You looked down again and you were once again reminded of the strap poking against the front of her denim pants. You gulped but got on your knees and slowly unbuttoned her baggy jeans which revealed a harnessed strap-on above her Calvin Klein underwear.
You bit your lip. You gasped when Alexia grabbed a chunk of your hair and looked down on you. "Open your mouth." She said as she tilted your head back with her hand.
You opened your mouth, obediently. "Now, stick your tongue out, you fucking slut." She ordered in a low but firm voice.
You didn't let a second pass before you followed her instructions, opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out as far as it could go. She smiled at your obedience before leaning over and spitting in your mouth. You nearly moaned just from the action but before anything could escape your mouth, she slammed her hips against my throat and fucked your mouth with her silicone member.
She grunted and cursed as she watched you suck and gag on it. "That’s right. Suck like a good girl."
You moaned in response as you eagerly sucked on the strap as if your life depended on it. You were gagging a lot with Alexia’s force and your face was streaked with tears but you felt incredibly turned on by the sight and the feeling.
Alexia was gasping and groaning as the base of her strap pressed against her own clit, forming a dark pool on her grey underwear. You moaned at the combination of the sound of her guttural moans and the smell of her wetness. You could practically feel your core grow more and more moist by the second.
"Fucking suck harder, you fucking slut." Her voice sounded venomous with all the expletives she was hissing out. "You don't get to flirt with other bitches in front of me. I own you."
"Or do you just let any other bitch fuck you like this?" She grunted out, looking down at you. Alexia never went this rough with you before but she was starting to enjoy it, especially the sight of your tear-stained face and puffy lips wrapped around her strap. "Are you that much of a pathetic whore? You just let anyone fuck your throat like this?"
You shook your head, unable to speak as she was filling your mouth with the silicone. She moaned out as she pushed your head even further.
You felt tears sting your eyes as she thrusted in your throat with such vigor and roughness. For a moment, you felt like you were just a doll made to satisfy her lust and oddly, it made your core ache more for her.
Alexia tilted her head back, thrusting against your throat. The base of the strap was perfectly hitting against her clit. It felt satisfying knowing she was getting off of fucking your mouth with her strap even if that meant that your throat would be sore in the morning.
"That's right, cariño." She moaned out. "Take all of me.”
It didn't take long until Alexia moaned out. She pulled your head off of her, making a satisfying sound as it exited your mouth. You coughed and wiped the tears and saliva off of your face, clutching your throat as you started to feel the discomfort spread.
Before you could even do or say anything more, Alexia yanked you up immediately and pushed you towards the bed. You fell backwards on the bed, feeling your dress ride up on your body, pooling together near your hips which meant your underwear could be easily seen by the blonde gir.
You felt so exposed and vulnerable.
She took off her jacket and her shirt, revealing her Calvin Klein sports bra and her toned stomach glistening with sweat. You bit your lip as she walked closer to the bed. The dim light entering the windows from the street lights outside and the small night light in the corner of the room was accentuating every contour of her body.
"Strip. Now."
You frantically tried to remove your tight dress. It made it so difficult to remove as some of it clung to your sweaty skin. You felt unsexy wriggling out of it in bed. But, you also felt nervous, knowing Alexia wasn't always the patient type in bed.
"Hurry the fuck up." She groaned. You tried but she grew more frustrated. She took your dress and pulled it off your body roughly. You heard some seams rip as she did but you didn't give a fuck. You were more concerned about her impatience and how it was gonna affect you.
You were mostly bare in front of her, only wearing a pair of lacy black underwear which was now glistening with your translucent nectar.
She chuckled. "You really are a little slut." She said as she used a finger to graze your core, making you whimper. "Look how wet you got just from getting throatfucked by me. I haven't even touched you and your cunt is all drenched."
"Yes, Alexia." You moaned out as she pressed a finger against your clit.
"You really were talking your shit about how no one makes you cum while your cunt is quivering and soaking wet just from giving me a blowjob." Her fingers were so delicate against your core — a weird juxtaposition with the roughness of her words. "I wonder what everyone else would think if they heard you moaning out my name just after you lied out there. They'd think less of you... they'd think you're a dirty liar who loves to provoke just to get fucked. Isn't that right?"
You gulped and bit your lip as she gently moved her fingers up and down your opening, teasing you with the pad of her fingers.
You were broken out of a trance when her hand was squeezing your face again. "Answer me."
"Yes, yes, Alexia." You responded, almost out of breath. “I’m a liar.”
"And I don’t like liars. Right, cariño?" She let go of your face and backed away slowly.
Before you could respond, two fingers were thrust into your hole, roughly fucking you. You moaned out loudly as you felt Alexia's fingers rapidly move inside you with complete disregard of letting you adjust to her fingers. She leaned over to your breasts, sucking on them so roughly that it was almost painful.
"Alexia," You moaned out. "Please give me your strap. Alexia, please."
Alexia ignored you as she continued to fuck you with her fingers and suck on your torso, leaving you branded with bruises all over and glistening with a mixture of your sweat and her saliva.
"Alexia, please." You whimpered.
She groaned loudly before pulling her fingers out of you. You don't know how but she managed to get you off of the bed and pressed against the door again in a swift motion. This time, your front was pressed against the door — hands against the cold wood — with your butt sticking out.
She grunted out curt instructions for you to steady yourself against the door as she positioned herself behind you. She gripped your waist roughly with her long fingers as she rubbed your cunt with the length of her strap. You bit your lip, holding back your moans, too afraid that your proximity to the door would mean everyone out there would hear you, even with the music they were playing.
You grunted out when you felt her grab your hair and mutter in your ear. "You better not choke down those moans, cariño."
She let go of your hair before slamming the entire length of the strap inside you. You moaned out loudly, struggling to grip yoyr hands against the flat door.
"Baby, it hurts.” You winced as you felt her begin to thrust.
"Who said you can call me baby again?" She practically shouted it before raising her hand, landing it on your right ass. It made a loud sound, quickly followed by your loud cry of pain and pleasure.
"I’m sorry, Alexia." You responded. Alexia grabbed on to your waist again, thrusting her silicone dick in and out of you. You were feeling the pain in your core as the silicone stretched you but it was such an addictive pain. It felt so satisfying being filled by Alexia like this.
Alexia must have sensed how close you were to an orgasm because she picked up the pace. The base of the strap hitting your slick vagina which made a loud sound, accompanying your loud moans and Alexia's grunts.
"Alexia, don't stop. I'm so close. Please." You moaned out, hands and legs shaking.
"Don't cum until I tell you." Alexia's voice was strained as well. You knew the base of the strap was rubbing against her own clit too. "If you cum before I do, I will take you out of this room and fuck you in front of everyone else so they can see how much of a fucking, lying whore you really are."
You moaned at that statement, making it even harder for you to delay your orgasm. You felt your walls clench against the strap. Alexia picked up the speed even more, driving you into a frenzy. You were practically a blubbering mess — face pressed against the door and hands trying to cling on to the flat surface as a string of incoherent moans and words left your mouth.
"Alexia, please." You felt like you were going to collapse any moment soon, struggling to keep your clammy hands from slipping off of the door.
Alexia slammed her dick into you a couple times more before saying, "Cum."
You almost shouted in pleasure as you felt the orgasm ripple through your body, making your legs feel like jelly. You felt the warmth spread through you as you exclaimed her name another time as Alexia thrust a few more times to ride out her own orgasm.
You wanted to fall on the floor and just lay there but Alexia's grip on your hips remained firm that it was almost impossible for you to fall over. She put you upright again, one hand firmly on your hips and the other cupping your chest as she helped you up. She gently guided you back to bed.
You laid on your back, out of breathe as she crawled on top of you. "No one makes you cum right?" She teased.
You rolled your eyes to playfully smack her but she caught your hand smoothly and put it above your head. "I'm not done with you." Her serious face was back.
Your eyes widened. You felt like your body would give up on you if you werefucked again but that didn't seem to stop Alexia.
Her hand found its way to your cunt. You felt her thumb and index finger gently fiddle with your clit before pressing roughly, then pinching it.
"Alexia!" You yelped, instinctively pushing on her shoulders a bit
She let go of your clit and began roughly rubbing instead. You put your arms around her shoulders, holding her closer as she rubbed your core. She moved closer to yoy before kissing and sucking on your neck, leaving more bruises for you to worry about the next morning.
"Oh, Ale, that feels so good." You said in a hum of pleasure as your eyes fluttered shut.
Alexia managed to push the hood off of your clit and began gently rubbing and flicking against the tiny, sensitive part of it, overstimulating you. You moaned out again and tightened your hold of her.
"Who makes you cum?" She asked in your ear.
"You."
"Say my name." She ordered before sinking her teeth on your collarbone and sinking her two fingers back into your vagina.
You gasped before you shouted. "Alexia! Alexia! It's you, Alexia!"
She continued to kiss your neck as she fucked you with her fingers and rubbed your clit with her thumb.
"Alexia, I'm close! I'm so close!" You moaned out as she pumped in and out. "Alexia! Please!"
"Cum for me, cariño." She whispered so gently and as she did, you shouted out her name as you held on to her, experiencing the most intense orgasm of your life.
She chuckled. "Hmm, I don't think you've squirted this much before."
Yoy blinked a bit before sitting up to see that Lucy's bed was completely drenched. You felt your face become red as you realized the mess you two have made.
Alexia was smiling, satisfied at her work. You pouted your lips as you looked at her. "Baby, can I have kisses now?"
She leaned close to your face again. "Only if my princess promises she's going to be a good girl from now on."
"Yes, Alexia." You said, pouting your lips as you looked into your eyes. You gave her an irresistible wide-eyed innocent look — the kind you knew she could never resist.
She smirked before she leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss. You grabbed on to the back of her neck to deepen the kiss but just a while after, she pulled away. "Why don't I take you back to my place and then you can let my neighbors hearyour pretty little moans too?"
You chuckled. "Okay, Alexia."
You got up from the bed, and got dressed with Alexia. She apologized for ruining your dress but she didn't really look sorry for it. She actually looked proud and smug. You straightened up your appearance as much as you could before Alexia and you stepped out of the room.
To your shock, a few people from the group earlier were hovering near the bedroom door with mixed expressions of horror and amusement. They tried to not make it obvious that they heard you get absolutely wrecked by Alexia.
“Damn,” Patri shook her head as she turned to Mapi. “I want whatever those two are having.”
a/n: i barely edited this and proofread it once. i might have fucked up with some pronouns and would appreciate if anyone dms me to correct hehe. anyway, i hope you guys liked it esp since this is more intense and rougher than everything i’ve ever written before.
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OMG, thank you, finally someone agrees with me about Zach. My friend has this mindset that men have it harder to talk about their feelings than women and that is why he acted that way, because he doesn't know how to express himself. Which I can understand to a certain extent, but that doesn't make him less of a red flag. Like, let's set aside that he doesn't know how to express himself and talk about his feelings. If you excuse that, he is still a hypocrite in my eyes, because when they came back from Casa, he told Sincere that Melanie ruined their little moment by yelling at him but he ruined his and Kayda's moment in the Hideaway by asking her if she would "kill him" if he explored a new bombshell right after they were intimate. I also don't feel like he takes her emotions seriously. You can really tell that Kayda is his first baddie and he doesn't know how to handle all of that.
I also don't like the way he is downplaying everything with the Casa girl (I don't remember her name). He keeps saying he "chose" to return to Kayda, but he didn't really have a choice. He could have pulled a Sincere, which I think he would have done, but still he is downplaying everything and him being worried about Amora being back just proves that.
I was starting to think that Titi would get a redemption, but I really did not like the way she was laughing with KC when he was talking bad about Melanie. Her and Parmida are giving male centered. I am so happy Carl is back. America only knows how to vote on Love Island, I am so proud of them. Him defending her on Aftersun after her not picking him says a lot about his character, because the other Casa boys were icky. Speaking of Casa boys, Gal what are you doing? And Kenzie really isn't a surprise. For someone who says she never had a roster, she definitely likes to have one.
I love that you like to talk about Love Island. my friend is a casual watcher and does not get into it like I do. So feel free to give me an update every episode, because I don't really have someone to talk to that gets into it like I do and I really like the way you think. Your mind seems very organized I don't know how to explain it.
Ack anon you and I should chat more! cause I LOVE talking about love island.
the thing with zach is so iffy. cause is he a bad person? no. is he a bad friend? not really (but debatable during the start when he kept telling bryce trinity didn’t like him and even told kc about it so they could both talk abt him behind his back but whatever, its reality tv).
but for me, he is definitely not a good partner. no one is realizing this because all of the other boys are so awful that he looks good in comparison. but if you think about it, he rlly is as awful as them when it comes to treating their partners.
he totally lied abt the alana thing. he also keeps downplaying kayda’s emotions and playing with them. saying i love you during sex then taking it back in the morning? how is that not a red flag?
i feel like everyone gave melanie so much flak in the start, and i see a lot of tiktoks calling aniya insecure and criticizing her for it but these men with their blatant insecurities get by. the way insecurity manifests with these guys is likee 10x worse than how it does with the girls.
aniya got more flak for when she was pushing kc towards sol than when zach did the same thing AND retaliated by threatening to pull melanie for a chat and not making her breakfast. i think that was the first time ive seen a guy refuse to make a girl breakfast.
also the casa boys are so annoying cause during casa, they were putting their best foot forward but as soon as they got out, they began talking shit about aniya and trinity. carl rlly was the only one who seemed decent. dylan is kind of… just there for me rn so i can’t tell.
but gal pmo so much too. he totally gaslighted jen and turned it around on her when he could have just been honest about not being into her.
ugh these love island men are so annoying.
i really like all the girls too but i gotta say im not all that fond of parmida and titi. they seem mean and u were right when you said they’re male-centered.
parmida really brought out corbin’s true colors too. he really is just a shallow, lustful demon 😭 when he was with melanie, i genuinely believed for a moment that he might’ve had more substance to him but i was WRONG
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Trinity is also my favorite islander, she is so cute and stands up for her girls and I really like the way she carries herself. I also really like Melanie and her moment with Anaya was so sweet, but I wish she took her own advice, because she seems like such a sweet girl and the way she is so protective of the girls reminds me of my sister, so I will always have a soft spot for Melanie. That is why I will “give her a 10” to leave Insincere, because he is ruining my girl experience and to actually find someone.
It is also so heartwarming to see the little sisterhood that the girls have going on. I hope that they don't lose that friendship once they are outside. I don't know if you watched the last episode, but it really pissed me off. I am not going to say why in case you haven't watched it, but men like KC really scare me.
I am sorry I am rambling, I should be studying but I am procrastinating. But I really want to know your thoughts on the whole KC and Anaya drama and the way Zach has been acting, because my friend and I are split on Zach. I think he is a red flag, but my friend seems to think otherwise.
I feel like Love Island UK has lost its spark, but this season is pretty decent so I would recommend watching it if you have time.
noo anon i love talking about Love Island and i really don't have much people to talk to about it with except for my girlfriend haha! my friends irl don't like it unfortunately.
i ADORE trinity. i love how quickwitted she is like most people don't even notice how smart and quick she is especially with her jokes (e.g. the still you rise joke, the joke she made when kenzie was incorrectly using aave).
i also like her connection with bryce so far; they're both very good at communicating their emotions. i knew they were going to have a great connection from the earlier episodes precisely because of their communication (e.g. when bryce was upfront about wanting to explore that connection with kayda and also trinity allowing him to do that but telling him upfront that she wasn't fucking with it, bryce telling trinity that he knew jen from the outside the moment she walked in).
and god yes the friendship between melanie and aniya. that moment when melanie was on her knees while she was holding aniya's face, practically shouting to her face that there was so much more awaiting her beyond the villa. ACK IT HAD ME IN TEARS. and i'm pretty sure that moment was a catalyst too. she was saying all of that to aniya but i'm pretty sure that she was hearing her own words, which probably made her be more introspective and shit. cause right after that night, she rlly started to feel differently about sincere. though... i do think its gonna take a whole lot more for her to let him go.
as for zach, i don't like him. i'm sorry to your friend.
remember how i said i liked brinity because they had good communication? zach is the exact opposite. he is so bad at communicating his insecurities and feelings.
instead of just telling kayda about his insecurities and his fears, he's making these statements to drive her off. it's such an immature relationship move that i've only witnessed from girls i was dating when i was a teenager ctfu. instead of telling kayda that he's afraid they're moving too fast and got intimate too quick, he brings up the concept of a hypothetical bombshell. when he was feeling some type of way about caleb and kayda talking, he pushes her away and acts like it's not that deep but makes a retaliatory statement that he was "gonna pull melanie for a chat" when it was him who encouraged caleb to talk to kayda.
in my perspective, it seems like he actually does like kayda but has so many insecurities about their relationship that he'd rather detach (or put up that front) so that if kayda does end up ending their connection, he can just act like he really wasn't that into her in the first place.
i know there's like a term for it? like anxious attachment? yeah he displays behavior very similar to that.
as for kc, i don't even wanna waste my energy. all i gotta say is: manchild. loser. COWARD.
anyway hahaha yeah i have a lot of shit on my plate too but god, this series of love island usa is so good. might give the current uk series a watch soon. last uk series i watched was 5? i think?
I just read your Love Island fic, and since it is Love Island season, which version are you watching (if you are watching it) USA or UK? Which one do you prefer, what do you think of this season and who is your favorite islander?
i’m currently watching the US one! this is only the second season of the us series that i’m watching. i used to mostly just watch the australian series like but liusa 7 blew up and it really got me into the us franchise. really enjoying this series.
my favorite islander rn has got to be trinity but i love all the girls! the friendship this series is sooo amazing. spoiler but i almost cried during that one scene with melanie and aniya from the last episode. god, what a fanfic worthy bestie moment honestlyyyy
my friend has been pestering me to watch the current uk series tho so i might once i get more time since i barely have enough time to watch the liusa one anyway haha i literally gotta watch it during my lunch break 😭
Ah thank you for adding it, I’m so glad because I’ve just read it and OMG I can’t believe I almost missed out on this masterpiece ahhhhh!!!!! Princesa was so incredible, I can’t wait for the next part 😊😊😊😁 thank you 🥰
thank u so so much! <3 i hope u can tune in for the next part!
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summary: you've always wanted to impress your captain. you just never imagined how far she'd let you go to prove it. (or reader has a praise kink)
tags / contains: 18+, praise kink, captain!Patri, smut, shower sex, fingering r!receiving, cunnilingus patri!receiving, intense yearning, masturbation, mouth muffling, loud!reader, captain x stargirl, implied age gap, reality where patri is first captain after alexia leaves, wc: 6.8k
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goddamn, i wanna undress you
i wanna impress you ‧₊˚ ✩ ₊˚ ⊹
‧₊˚ ✩ ₊˚ ⊹ “You did really great out there,” Patri’s voice echoed in your head.
An airy moan escaped your mouth as you moved your fingers hastily in a circular motion, pressed against the heat gathering between your thighs. Your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes shut hard as you repeated her voice in your head over and over, rubbing yourself faster as you remembered the smirk on her face as she said it. You bit your bottom lip hard, choking down the moans that threatened to escape your lips.
The tension inside your body wound tighter, muscles clenching with anticipation as your fingers moved faster, tracing the memory of Patri’s words from the past weeks, each one driving you closer and closer to the edge.
“You did so good today.”
“Stunning goal.”
“That’s my stargirl.”
And, just like that, you were coming undone, arching your back involuntarily, pressing your own core against your hands as you rode out your orgasm. You tried to bite your bottom lip, not wanting your roommate to hear the soft gasps and moans you couldn’t keep in.
As soon as you came off your high, you felt the shame quickly replace the pleasure in your body, feeling embarrassed of yourself, that you let yourself get off again to the thought of your captain, Patri Guijarro.
‧₊˚ ✩ ₊˚ ⊹ There were a lot of reasons why you really pushed for the transfer to Barcelona.
There was the sporting aspect; Barcelona was the best club in women’s football now and they produced the best players in the world. Also, it was a club you’ve supported since you were young. The fact that you could live in one of the most beautiful cities in the world also was a great bonus.
These were all the reasons you gave to your agent. The one major thing you forgot to mention was the fact that you just really wanted to play alongside Patri Guijarro.
You’ve always admired Patri.
Even before transferring to Barcelona, you always looked up to her, watching highlight clips of her online and trying your best to recreate her moves. So when the offer from Barcelona arrived, there had been no hesitation. You knew this was your one and only chance to play alongside her.
And you had no regrets. Barcelona was everything you hoped it would be and Patri was even better than you imagined.
She was a great teammate, and an even better captain, much to your surprise.
Patri was the kind of captain who made training feel lighter.She cracked jokes mid-drill, mimicked Pere's cadence and accent when he wasn't looking, turned sprints into silly competitions. That was not to say that she wasn’t strong and steady when it counted.
As fun and silly as she could be, she was also incredibly capable and amazing. She guided the team without ever needing to raise her voice, and she made sure no one got left behind, especially the new girls.
She kept nudging Pere to give you and the rest of the promoted La Masia players minutes, so you could all adjust to the style and pace of the team. And after every match you played, she pulled you aside for a quick, one-on-one session. She’d tell you what you did well, what you still needed to work on, and really go into specifics of how she’d help you improve. Considering that she knew that you were aiming to try out a defensive midfielder position at some point, she took extra time with you, even mapping out what kind of drills and practices you could do together during the next training session.
Patri was probably the best captain you'd ever had. She did it all with such grace and effortlessness.
Which was probably why no one noticed how much pressure she was carrying.
It was the first season without Alexia. The team had just won the UWCL and basically experienced a perfect season before watching not only their captain leave but also witnessing the departure of a bunch of key players.
Now, what was left of the team was a handful of veterans and a wave of kids fresh off the academy and the B team. All of it the pressure weighed heaviest on Patri’s shoulders in her first year as first captain.
‧₊˚ ✩ ₊˚ ⊹ You could never get enough of getting praised by Patri.
You can still remember the first time you got a compliment from Patri. You were on the same team during a mock game. Ewa, who was on the other team, suddenly broke through everyone with the ball, pushing forward to score. But you slid in perfectly, tackling the ball away just in time, not letting her get past you. Patri immediately ran over, her eyes shining as she placed a hand on your head, ruffling your hair.
"Good job, stargirl," she said softly, her voice warm and full of pride. "Do more of that, vale?"
After that moment, her praise fueled a hunger inside you. It started off tame. You felt a small flutter, a blush, totally normal feelings. But as time passed, that desire for validation turned into something more insatiable and unusual.
You obsessed over Patri’s compliments, shaping your actions around winning her approval. You mimicked the habits and plays your teammates used that got Patri's attention. You lingered after practice, volunteering to help clean and organize even when it wasn't your responsibility, just to earn a compliment from her. You pushed your body past its limits, chasing that rare, precious sound of her voice telling you you were doing well.
You rationalized to yourself that maybe it was because you idolized her, that you wanted to play like her and to be a better player for the team.
But that flimsy excuse stopped making sense when you sought her attention beyond the sport. The way she looked at you, the way her voice softened whenever she spoke to you, the way her strong arms wrapped around you whenever she pulled you in for a hug — it lingered in your mind long after the games or training ended. You found yourself wanting to catch her attention off the pitch too.
So, you did a lot of other things to try and get more compliments. You worked extra hard on learning Spanish and Catalan just so she could tell you that you were learning fast, complimenting you in both languages.
You also started paying attention to how you presented yourself. Whenever there'd be a team hangout or dinner, you'd carefully choose the pieces that hugged your figure right or exposed the perfect amount of skin. You made sure you chose colors that both suited you and you knew Patri liked. After noticing Patri compliment Vicky on her mascara, you started wearing a bit more makeup, hoping she'd notice and say something.
It was slowly consuming every thought that you had but it was becoming an addiction that you just couldn’t help but give into.
‧₊˚ ✩ ₊˚ ⊹ It was a team dinner when you first thought that this whole praise thing might have been getting to your head.
You dressed in a slightly revealing, body-hugging dress that complimented your body and showed off your best features. As soon as you walked in, a teammate teasingly let out a low whistle as the others paid you compliments but your attention was solely on Patri. When Patri saw you, her eyes widened and her lips curled into a smile.
"Oh guapa," she said, pressing a hand to her chest. "Almost gave me a heart attack there.
A blush crept to your cheeks, thanking her in Spanish before heading off to your table where you were to be seated with your other teammates. As soon as you sat, Sydney and Esmee looked over to you with giddy faces. "Looks like someone has a crush," Sydney teased, nudging you gently, only causing you to grow redder.
The two other international players widened their eyes and chuckled at the instant flushing of your cheeks, pulling Kika into the conversation to tease you.
Kika shook her head. "What did I tell you two?" Kika said, pointing a finger at both of them. "It's why she's always sticking behind after Spanish and Catalan class to ask for more pointers. She wants Patri to notice."
"Is that why you've been more intense during training as well?" Esmee asked you in disbelief. "I swear to God when I stopped your goal from coming in during training, it looked like you wanted to kill me for a moment."
The three laughed but you couldn't even defend yourself and deny it.
But then again, there was no way you could deny it. Your every thought was tangled up with Patri, everything you did was to live up to her standard, to get that sweet praise from her. Anyone with eyes could see how much you exerted yourself lately in training just to get noticed by your captain.
‧₊˚ ✩ ₊˚ ⊹ Eventually, all your hard work has also been noticed by Pere who felt confident enough to give you more minutes than you previously had. For the first time, you were starting a game against Atletico.
You were extremely hyped, feeling the adrenaline rush through your body. After being given this opportunity, you knew you just had to show Patri you were worthy of her attention and praise.
Unlike what everyone initially expected, the game was intense; it was fast, brutal and unrelenting as Atleti's forwards easily cut through your defense. Even if you were a bit rattled, you worked through it, silently dedicating each tackle and interception to Patri, feeling a sense of giddiness whenever you did something right, knowing that she would notice.
You pushed yourself harder. Your body screamed, lungs burning, quads already starting to ache, but you didn't stop or slow down. Every time you stopped an attack, every time you cleared the ball, you felt like you were working towards Patri's affection and respect on the pitch.
And then came the breakaway. Atlético's striker ran past you with the ball. Your breath caught as you tried to chase her down, feeling determined to win the ball back. In your haste, you lunged, moving as precisely as you could to get your foot to the ball but your timing was off and the sole of your boots caught her ankle hard. The sharp sound of impact and the sound that escaped her mouth was loud enough for the crowd to hear, followed instantly by the piercing blast of the referee's whistle.
Your stomach dropped. You stood frozen, staring at the player still on the ground as she writhed in pain, breath caught in your throat, knowing that you had majorly fucked up.
Your teammates were at your side in seconds and your heart dropped to your stomach once your eyes caught Patri, with her face a mixture of fury and fear.
She walked past you to stand behind Caro, who was now arguing with the referee, but for a moment Patri just stayed silent, jaw tight and clenched. Eventually, she joined in, arguing with the referee in rapid Spanish, voice shaking with passion. "¡No! Fue la pelota primero, por favor." She waved her hands around, gesturing desperately at the referee. "She got the ball! It was the ball. No es falta."
The referee shook her head, waving her hands to dismiss Patri and Caro as she raised the red card. Patri exhaled hard through her nose, patted Caro on the back as if to tell her to leave it be, and turned away before her expression could slip any further. Some of your teammates tried to talk to the referee while the others gathered around the injured player.
Patri's eyes snapped to you, and the look she gave you was worse than any sort of punishment. It was just pure, crushing disappointment.
"Why would you risk it like that?" she walked up to you and asked firmly, the pain and frustration in her voice completely audible. It was such a stark difference from the happy, easy-going captain you knew. She shook her head as her eyes stayed firmly planted on you. “Did you not think that through?”
You swallowed hard, cheeks burning, tears threatening to spill. "I… I just wanted to stop her. I didn't mean to…" Your voice broke, starting to feel the shame in your actions.
Patri placed a hand behind your back, supposedly to calm you but you could tell that the captain was upset with you as she walked you back to the bench. Her hand wasn't quite steady.
Patri lowered her voice so that no one nearby could hear but it remained firm. "You can't just act so… stupid on the pitch. You need to be precise. Más inteligente." She paused before looking at you, brown eyes staring serious daggers into yours.
The volume of her voice increased a bit. "And I have had enough of this show-off nonsense, okay? This is not the time and place to want the spotlight, yeah? This game, this sport isn't just about you. It’s about all of us.” Her voice cracked slightly on the last word, like she was reminding herself as much as you. “Got that?”
You gulped and bit your lip.
“I asked you if you understood,” Patri said before frustratedly pressing her lips together, lips forming a tight line.
“Yes, yes, I understood,” you said, nodding, voice meek and soft.
Patri gave you two pats on the shoulder before running back to the injured player who was being attended to now by the medics. You returned to the bench, already feeling your shoulders slump and the tears well up in your eyes, lips quivering as you held back the tears.
Pere and your teammates tried talking to you but all of it fell upon deaf ears. You couldn't focus on anything after what Patri said. You wanted to disappear, to sink into the earth and never be seen again.
‧₊˚ ✩ ₊˚ ⊹ Thankfully, despite your mistake and the initial struggle, the team still won thanks to Pina's clutch goal at the 87th minute. You couldn't celebrate at all or even fully appreciate Pina's goal when you were still completely riddled with shame and regret.
Aitana saw you staring blankly, sitting all alone on one of the benches on the more empty area of the dressing room. "Hey, chica," she said, patting you on the back. "Don't be too hard on yourself. It's okay."
You looked up to her and gave her a meek smile but even Aitana could see that the smile didn't reach your eyes.
"It's just a mistake. It happens to everyone." She comforted, nodding at you. "Okay?"
"Yeah…" you said but didn't mean it a bit. Even if all your teammates had been supportive, talking you out of your gloomy state, you still couldn't shake it off.
All you could think about was the look on Patri's face at that moment: the disappointment, the frustration, and the animosity she had for you at that moment. What hurt most was that she called you a show-off and implied that you were selfish, as if you were trying to do all of it for yourself or for attention. She didn't get that everything you were doing was for her.
‧₊˚ ✩ ₊˚ ⊹ As Patri walked into the locker room, after talking to the other team’s injured player and apologizing on your behalf, Aitana immediately approached her. "Hey, Patri." Aitana said. "You should really talk to YN."
Caro overheard as she was changing. "Yeah, I saw her when I walked in," she interjected as she slipped on a shirt. “She looked like those stray kittens abandoned in the rain.”
Kika stepped closer. "I tried talking to her but she had a distant look." She added. "She's not doing okay."
Aitana nodded. "Yeah, you should talk to her. I don’t want this incident to ruin her morale for the rest of the season.
Patri paused, trying to look at you from across the locker room, sighing as she saw you sat and bent over, head in your hands. She bit her lip, feeling even more guilty now hearing what everyone had to say and seeing you all upset.
Barely halfway through the season, Patri thought to herself. And I’m already fucking up being a captain.
She let out a sigh, shaking off her doubt. "Was what I said that bad?" She asked, rubbing the back of her neck.
Caro and Aitana looked at each other, as if waiting for one of them to say something.
“To me, it wasn’t that bad,” Aitana said with a small shrug. “I mean, from what I heard, it just sounded a bit heated.”
Caro nodded in agreement. “Yeah but honestly, I think that girl cares too much about what you think so what you said to her might sound fine to me or anyone else but to her, it was…” she trailed off, unsure how to finish it. She sighed. “It might just have been too much for her to hear from her idol.”
Patri sighed, shaking her head. "Yeah, okay, I'll talk to her.." She said before looking at the girls. "Thanks for letting me know."
They all nodded and went back to getting ready. Patri headed to her locker but as she made her way, she kept a subtle eye on you. You were just sitting there, still in your uniform, towel resting across your shoulders.
Was it really that serious for her, Patri thought to herself, before shaking her head. She had enough weighing on her already — the armband felt heavier some days than she let on, and tonight had been one of those days.
‧₊˚ ✩ ₊˚ ⊹ It took you a while to process what happened and how you felt about it and by the time that you were ready for your shower, everyone had left.
Vicky, Kika, and Esmee had asked if you wanted to check out this one café with them but you just waved them off. Irene asked if you wanted to chat but you told her that it was best you think things through alone. Even Aitana – who was usually the first person out of the locker room – stayed a bit longer and even asked you if you wanted to grab dinner with her, to cool off and indulge in food your team nutritionist wouldn't approve of, but you just didn't feel like you deserved that right now.
To you, everyone in the team could try to comfort you but only one person's validation and comfort mattered. You sighed, taking off your shirt and throwing it into the bin before heading into the showers.
The air was already foggy from everyone who showered before but you didn't mind that much. At least now, it was just you and your thoughts. You opened the shower head, letting the warm water rinse through you. You prayed that all your doubts and negative thoughts could be washed away into the drain.
You didn't expect it to happen but you suddenly felt tears sting your eyes. Perhaps, a while ago, while everyone was there, you had just been holding the tears in, not wanting to look overly dramatic. But now that you were alone, the tears just came.
You let the water run through your face, mixing into your tears as it did, hoping that you could get past this.
You wished that after the game, you had the guts to say something to Patri, to apologize and tell her that you really fucked up and that you were willing to take accountability for it, that you were still going to try and improve and put the team’s interest before yours. But when you caught sight of Patri entering the locker room, you just had to keep your head low and stop yourself from completely breaking down.
You wiped the water and tears off of your eyes, sighing and deciding that you were going to quit moping about it and start working on how you could gain Patri’s trust back.
‧₊˚ ✩ ₊˚ ⊹ Patri massaged her temples as she walked back into the locker room.
Before she could even change out of her uniform, Pere called her over to talk through what had happened and how they'd handle it. By the time the conversation wound down, everyone else was gone, and all she wanted was a shower and to get back to her place to sleep the stress off..
She took off her clothes, tossed it in the bin, and slung her towel over her shoulder. Pulling her hair out of its ponytail, she ran her fingers through it as she walked toward the shower room. The closer she headed towards it, the more she heard the sound of someone talking. At first, she thought that maybe some of the girls stayed longer and were having a conversation in the shower area, which was not an uncommon occurrence, but then she realized there was only one voice that she could hear.
She slowed, stepping quietly into the shower room and her thoughts were confirmed as she saw that only one shower was running.
"Patri, I'm really sorry that…" The voice continued rambling in a soft tone. Patri blinked, surprised. It was you, rehearsing what you were going to say to her.
Patri huffed out a quiet laugh, a small smile tugging at her mouth as her brows knit together. Fuck, she really isn’t taking this well, she thought to herself as she moved towards your shower.
It didn’t take you too long to feel her presence behind you. You stopped talking and turned around quickly and instinctively covering yourself with your hands, nearly slipping on the now soapy floor as you did. Patri held her arms out too, also out of reflex, just in case you slipped.
“Patri!” You exclaimed and felt your cheeks flush as you realized you practically shouted her name, your voice echoing slightly. “Sorry, I – uh…”
Your eyes couldn’t help but make a quick glance at her, growing hyperaware of the fact that you two were completely naked.
You’d seen practically everyone in the team topless before, most even completely nude, but when it came to Patri, you were always too flustered to even look at her direction whenever she was changing or heading to the showers.
So, to see her now, completely bare in front of you, you didn't know where to look or how to feel.
You fumbled, mumbling apologies that didn't quite form into full sentences, your hands still wrapped around yourself just to hide your nakedness "I'm really sorry, I was thinking about what to say to you and uh — I guess I'm sorry for earlier, and now this is just — it's awkward now, but never mind that, I should be apologizing for what I actually did, not…" You couldn't stop rambling even as you heard yourself sounding like a complete idiot, heat rushing to your face.
Patri had stopped listening somewhere in the middle of that. Her eyes had drifted, taking you in without quite meaning to, brows lifting slightly at the sight of you. She'd seen you in towels and sports bras and everything but never quite like this. She caught herself staring and looked away almost too fast, clearing her throat.
"It’s okay," Her voice came out steadier than she felt, the captain in her stepping forward to cover her lapse of judgement just then. "It's fine, YN. Forget it. I shouldn't have said all that out there in front of everyone.”
She nodded. “I got caught up in the moment and it was wrong for me to reprimand you that way,” she said. “You're still a good player. You made a mistake and it was a bad one but I can see that you internalized that already. So… just learn from this; I don’t want this to get to your head and affect your performance for the rest of the season.”
You nodded your head before she even finished. "No, I get it. I deserved to be reprimanded. I made a mistake and I really am so sorry.” You hesitated to say what you’ve been thinking about while you were formulating your apology a while ago. "But I have to say that you did get one thing wrong.”
Patri didn’t look offended. She just tilted her head and looked at you curiously.
You bit your lip before you continued. “I wasn't doing what I did to get attention or to prove anything to the fans, or Pere, or anyone else out there,” you said, tone softer. “I was just trying my best because I didn't want to let you down. You were the one who fought to get me minutes and to get me my start today. I wanted to be good enough for that… for you."
Neither of you said anything for a moment, just standing there, holding eye contact a little too deliberately, like looking away first would mean admitting where your eyes actually wanted to go. You blinked and used it as an excuse to glance down.
"I think I've just been too fixated on wanting to impress you," you admitted, eyes returning to her eyes.
Patri’s expression shifted. It wasn’t just her face that changed. It was as if her muscles unclenched, as if taken aback but also a bit relieved. She exhaled a heavy breath before nodding and running a hand through her hair. She released a chuckle.
“That,” Patri responded, “means a lot to me. Seriously.”
You nodded. Again, silence fell upon the two of you. All you could hear was the sound of the shower and your own heartbeat.
Patri’s expression turned more playful as she looked up to your face again. "Is it weird if I say I'm impressed by what I'm seeing right now?" The words came out light and joking but something about it made your stomach flip.
Your face went warm again. You bit down on your lip, unsure if you were supposed to laugh at the comment or say something back. Suddenly, feeling a bit more self-conscious once more.
Patri seemed to catch herself a beat too late. She let out a short laugh and shook her head, like she wanted to undo it. "Sorry, that's… that was a fucked-up thing for me to say." She dragged a hand through her hair. "I'm your captain, I shouldn't be saying stuff like that to you. I think the stress is just getting to me. I'm losing my mind and composure a little."
She laughed once more but straightened her face again before meeting your eyes. "Yeah, no. I shouldn’t be making excuses. I just shouldn't have said it."
You bit your lip and nodded. It felt like Patri trying to take the comment back only made things worse; it made it impossible to pretend you hadn't understood exactly what she meant by it.
"It's okay," you said quietly. Your eyes hadn't left hers. Your hands started to loosen around you, not covering yourself up so much.
"I told you," you said, voice lower than you meant it to come out, "I always want to impress you."
Patri didn't move, but something in her went very still. She could feel the tension and energy in the room shift. Suddenly, she was aware of your warmth, the feeling of the fog that swirled in the bathroom, the breath she had been holding.
She smiled and looked like she was about to say something to lighten the mood but her mind failed her. She cleared her throat and she looked away, hand adjusting the towel on her shoulder.
You bit your lip. This was your chance, and it might be the only chance you’d ever get. "Maybe," you said, taking a step as you dropped your hand to your sides now. "I can impress you a little more."
Patri met your eyes again. You hesitated for a moment but ultimately thought fuck it. You moved closer to her, wet hands cupping her face as you gathered up all your confidence as you closed the distance.
You placed your lips onto Patri’s gently, as if testing the waters. You closed your eyes, feeling the softness of her lips against yours, the warmth of it emanating to you as you did. When you pulled away, you realized that Patri’s eyes were still open, pupils blown wide and expression surprised.
Your heart started beating faster, feeling a sudden rush of regret pass through you, but before you could even fully process it, Patri was stepping towards you.
It happened so quickly. Her towel dropped from her shoulder to the floor as she closed the distance between you, hands on your body, lips on yours. The floor was slippery but you didn’t worry too much because her hands were gripping you firmly as she pressed you against the shower wall.
Your hands wrapped around Patri as you did, feeling the water from the shower trickle on her back now as she pressed you against the wall. She kissed with an almost desperate intensity, as if she was letting out all her frustrations on you.
A moan escaped your lips as you felt her tongue enter your mouth, effortlessly moving with yours. Her hands gripped tighter as she felt your moan vibrate against her lips.
Patri moved from your lips to your jaw, tongue licking along the shape of it before wrapping her mouth around the space between it and your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. You moaned, holding her closer to you.
As she kissed your neck, her hands began to wander from your waist to your hips and to your ass, moving fluidly through your skin. You inhaled sharply as you felt one of her hands in between your thighs, parting your legs, adjusting your stance so she could slot herself in between you.
You pushed her lightly.
Patri looked at you with eyebrows raised, unsure why you were stopping her. You bit your lip. “I…” You cleared your throat, urging yourself to speak louder. “I want to be the one to please you.”
Patri’s brows furrowed but she released a small laugh. “C’mon, chica, just let me—”
You shook your head. “Please,” you said in a soft pleading voice. “I really want to show you what I can do for you. Please.”
Patri’s lips curled into that smirk you knew all too well, the same smirk that always made you feel a little warmer inside. She straightened up, hands detaching itself from you, running one of them through her now-damp hair.
She paused before reaching for your face, thumb brushing your cheek as she looked into your eyes. “You really want to?”
You nodded eagerly, eyes wide as if pleading to her.
The older girl smirked. “How could I say no to that face?” She said softly, thumb now brushing your bottom lip, feeling your plush lips against her thumb. “Okay, star girl. Impress your captain.”
You didn’t hesitate. You moved towards her, hand on the back of her neck, pulling her closer to you as you captured her lips once more. You both shifted so that it was Patri who was closer to the wall, lips never leaving each other as you did.
You moved your lips to her jaw then to her neck, planting kisses all over her as you slowly descended in front of her, feeling the shower once more against your head and back.
Then, you were on your knees, feeling the cold tiles press beneath you as you lowered to the level of Patri’s core. She cursed under her breath, feeling herself get wetter at the sight of you, naked and all-too-eager on your knees for her.
You kept eye contact with the Barcelona captain as you moved closer. Patri cupped your face once more, smiling before moving her hand from your face to her core, using her fingers to delicately spread herself apart before you.
You nearly moaned as you saw her open herself before you, feeling your own core warm up as you caught a whiff of Patri’s faint musk. You gulped, shifting a bit as you moved your head closer towards her.
You opened your mouth, tongue slightly out, capturing Patri’s clit with your it, wrapping your lips around the throbbing bud. Patri groaned as she felt it, closing her eyes and tilting her head back, hand holding the back of your head.
You took that as a sign to proceed, rounding your mouth around her before doing consistent pulses of suction. The older girl moaned, her other hand finding the back of your head, pushing you closer into her.
You moaned, sending a vibration across Patri’s body. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to enjoy the moment and to not overthink your actions. This was all you’ve wanted since you realized that you had a crush on Patri. You fantasized endlessly about pleasuring her, doing everything to get her praise.
And now this was your chance to do it.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Patri moaned, voice a bit tight. “Keep eating me out.”
You could feel your own wetness pool around your core as you heard Patri’s praise, urging you to do even better. You pressed your tongue around your captain’s clit, moving your head to guide your tongue, drawing circles into her. You kept your hands firm against her legs, holding yourself steady as you moved your face further into her core, really burying yourself into her.
You kept your eyes closed and focused on Patri – the feeling of her warmth and her sweet nectar coating your mouth and chin as you continued to lick and suck on her folds, the firmness of her hands on the back of your head as she guided you closer to her, the sound of her low moans and grunts as you picked up the pace, really wanting to hear more of her.
“Yeah, keep doing that,” Patri moaned. “You’re doing really well.”
You practically moaned against her clit as she said it, holding your head firm against her. You focused on licking her, moving in vertical stripes, starting from just below her clit upwards, tongue grazing the sensitive part of her clit every time you did. The older girl grinded her lips towards your face, both hands on the back of your head and her back pressed against the wall to support her weight.
Then, you pointed your tongue, using the tip of it to draw smaller circles around a specific part of her clit, moving around it until you grazed the spot that garnered the loudest moan and the biggest reaction from her. You focused on it, pressing the tip of your tongue against it, alternating between flicking and drawing circles.
Soon, you could feel Patri’s strong thighs tense and clench under your hands and the feeling of her grip on your head tightened, pulling you impossibly close. You took your tongue off her and parted your lips, now capturing her clit in your mouth, alternating between sucking and licking her.
Patri’s moan came out a bit strained, using her other hand to hold onto the shower faucet for some semblance of balance as she neared her climax. Her other hand stayed behind your head, pressing you firmly against her.
Her muscles clenched even more, thighs firmer against your hands, until she moaned out loud and her muscles relaxed. Patri twitched a bit under you as she rode out her orgasm, gyrating herself slowly against your face for a bit more before guiding your head away from her core, a string of wetness forming between you and her before breaking as you moved farther.
Patri glanced down at you, eyes dark and heavy. She bit her lip and smirked. “Good job, stargirl.”
She held your hand, pulling slightly as if to direct you to stand up. Carefully, you stood and used Patri’s hand as a way to balance yourself. As soon as you stood up, Patri was wrapping her arms around you, guiding your body to turn your back against her.
Now, you were facing the wall with Patri’s hand on your breast and her lips on your neck, kissing you from behind. “Since you did so well,” Patri whispered in your ear before taking your lobe in between her lips, nipping at it slightly. “I think it’s just fair that I reward you.”
You moaned as you felt Patri’s lips against you, more aggressively this time, nipping and biting your neck as her hand continued to fondle your chest. Her other hand slowly made its way from your waist to your core, slotting it in between your legs, pushing them apart to expose yourself to her touch.
You bent over slightly, gripping the walls with your hands to keep yourself stable as Patri adjusted your position to be slightly bent over.
You moaned as soon as her fingers found your core, using two fingers to press against your throbbing clit. She began to rub wide and firm circles, mouth still attached to your neck, biting against your soft flesh.
You arched your back closer to her, bending forward as she continued to rub faster against you. Her other hand went from massaging your breast to now pinching your nipple, rolling it in between her fingers.
“Patri,” You moaned out as she switched to flicking her fingers against your clit, hitting the most sensitive part of it as she did. “Fuck.”
Her mouth was warm against your ear. “Quiet down, chica. Wouldn’t want anyone to find us,” she whispered into it.
You bit your lip, trying to hold down your moans. Patri’s hand left your clit, moving swiftly behind you now. She used her other hand to support your weight as she angled you in such a way that would allow easy entry for her.
You gasped loudly as you felt her fingers tease your entrance from behind, nudging slightly and letting your wetness coat the tips of it before fully entering. Her other hand clutched you, keeping you steady and close to her as she started to thrust into you. First, moving with a slow and steady pace as if to test out your reaction before increasing her speed and intensity, pumping in and out of you.
As Patri pushed forward, hitting the most sensitive spot inside you, you could not help out but moan so loud that your voice practically echoed. Patri tutted her tongue before moving her hand from around your waist to cupping against your mouth, holding it firmly so that no noise would escape.
“Now you can moan as much as you want,” she said as she continued to pound her fingers against you.
You moaned into her hand as you felt Patri finger you, curling each time she thrusted in, pressing firmly each time against your sensitive spot. Your fingers desperately clung onto the shower walls as you felt yourself grow weaker, knees shaking with pleasure.
Soon, Patri could feel your loud moans vibrate into her hand. Your walls clenched around her fingers. She smiled at the tight sensation, thrusting into you even faster and harder. You were glad that Patri’s hand was on your mouth or else the staff would have definitely heard the obscene and almost pornographic sounds escaping your mouth now.
“Come on, star girl,” Patri ordered into your ear. “Cum for me.”
You nodded. You almost buckled over as Patri practically slammed her fingers into you, eager to get you to that climax. Soon, you could feel your knees shake even more and your muscles clench as you inched closer and closer to your orgasm.
Then finally, the waves of pleasure came, all your muscles unclenching. Patri’s hand moved from your mouth back to your waist, making sure you wouldn’t lose balance. After a couple more thrust to help you ride out your orgasm, she pulled out her fingers.
She moved them to your face, presenting them to your lips, urging you to suck on them. You wrapped your mouth around her fingers, closing around them, letting the older girl push it further into your mouth. She thrusted them a bit into you, enjoying the feeling of your warm mouth around her. As she pulled them out, you heard her chuckle a little. “You’re such a good girl.”
You straightened up and breathed deeply, trying to catch your breath. Your captain kept an arm around your waist, just to help you steady yourself. Once your brain was less scrambled from what just happened, you looked at Patri who was giving you a smirk.
“Consider that red card forgiven,” she said with a teasing tone. “But I don’t want you getting more red cards in the future just to get my attention.”
You nodded. “Of course not,” you reassured her immediately. “I wouldn’t do anything to upset you again.
Patri looked pleased with your response, eyes scanning your face. She smiled as she cupped your face before pulling you towards her for another kiss, pulling you in for another kiss.
“That’s my stargirl.”
a/n: anyway, just thought i'd post something while everyone is waiting for the Only We Know, Princesa, and With Love Alexia updates ack i promise i'll find time to work on those
anyway, lmk if u liked it! reblog and leave comments. kinda wanna write more patri fics too so lmk if u'd like more patri fics!
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girly take all the time you need we appreciate the updates whenever you can. Hope you’re getting some rest too, and looking forward to what’s coming when you’re ready. 😊
thank u doll 😭🥹 thank u so much for ur patience. it means a lot!
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