#spwnt

Since as I'm seeing you clarly know nothing.

Long time ago, there was this nation (>Italy) where people always and always fought on fouls and penalty. On bars, on fields, players, coach, journalists... Like, it didn't even matter the score or the match, "if they'd gave us that penalty..!", and on and on (and on). "That team paid!!!", "No! You paid the refree!!!" (And on and on).

Then some people decided: "What if we built a machine who can help with this? There Won't Be Mistakes Anymore!!"

But some people started to speak:

"WHAT? A MACHINE WHICH DECIDE IN A SOCCER MATCH????

OVER MY DEAD BODY!!!!!!!!"

"Ok.... What if instead we built a machine that can still help the refree.... ?"

"....if you want"

But then another goup started shouting:

"WE DON'T WANT A MACHINE TO DECIDE! What if it's wrong? And what about the refree?"

"Well, the machine could help the refree to decide..."

"NOOOOO!!! THE REFREE IS SACRED. NO MACHINE WILL DECIDED IN A SOCCER MATCH"

"Ok.... What if this machine will replay the actions and the refree will choose at the end?"

"BETTER"

But then some people was against it:

"But it has to replay all the fouls?? We won't get home if so! The match will be interrupted too mach!!!!

IF YOU REFUSE THEN WE'LL VOTE AGAINST VAR"

"Then, what about only the penalty or actions in penalty area?"

"Ok, that's sound good"

And then:

"But the refree should be free!! Did they have to check the var everytime on a penalty? We will be here all afternoon!

And the refree should be free to chose! POWER TO HUMAN. WE WON'T ACCEPT VAR IF YOU DON'T"

"Ok, ok..! So the refree will be able to choose if checking it or not. And a team will help hin, telling him "go check, no you're right".

[this might be repetetive, but these things happened truly for at least a year].

And so this is the end of our story and this is Var as we have today.

It could be better? Of course. They still trying to better it? Yes. What about all those people shouting? They're still there shouting the same things.

And what about that foul???

Well, friend. It doesn't matter if 99,9% of the world saw the penalty, if the refree doesn't want to see it, if it's paid, if it doesn't have glasses, and choose against, then there's nothing we can do.

"But if so this don't resolve anything!!!! Not the refree paid, not the bad decisions!"

Blow my whistle

Misa Rodríguez x Leila Ouahabi x Reader

[ Part 1 ]

Summary and warnings: +18 pure smut with, I hope, a little bit of fun. English is not my first language

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How the hell have you ended up here, your lips pressed against the most intimate part of the lean golden body of a tall brunette spaniard, while a less tall, less dark brunette spaniard is having her way between your legs from behind? 

Nope. You couldn’t have foreseen what's currently taking place inside a fancy hotel room in the center of Manchester during a particularly rainy night. 

Although, when you think about it, maybe there were a few hints...

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You are entering the field first, taking wide steps accros the grass, the Champions League’s epic jingle filling the stadium as the first drops of icy cold rain fall on your face. You sense it’s going to be a tough game, and not only because of the weather. 

Your walk is confident yet the pressure increases as you stop on the white line and turn around to face the crowd. Your fellows align themselves at your sides and you join your hands, taking the pose for the photo. 

A swirling white wave unrolled itself in front of you as Real Madrid players pass to shake the opponent’s hands. Their breathes leave small puffs of mist in the cold air. You would shiver if you hadn’t learn to control it. It’s really cold, even for an automne night in Manchester, you can’t wait for the game to start to warm up. 

The starting eleven immortalized, two players detached from their team to meet you, still standing on the half pitch line. They are taller than you are. Both of them are wearing their dark hair in a tight ponytail, enhancing their tan faces, faces that couldn’t be more beautiful, yet different. One has thick sharp brows and full lips that make her look like she’s scowling all the time. The other a warm and playful brown gaze and a truly radiant smile. 

Yes, you like women. A lot. Everybody who knows you a bit knows you rarely come home alone after a party, still you are the eternal single person among your friends. You can’t help it. Every time things get serious with a pretty girl, you’re frightened and you run away. You can’t get attached, it’s simply too much for you. You’ve never managed to deal with your feelings but you’re okay with that for now. Although, this inability has gotten you a nasty reputation and a nickname that comes with it. You caught it one day, while eavesdropping against the locker room door. Swift, they say. It’s true that you could be gone like a gust of the wind. 

So, it takes you a few seconds to focus back onto your job instead of the gorgeous footballers arriving. You shake hands with the first to come close, Misa Rodriguez, the goalkeeper of Real Madrid. You have already seen her several times but you never had to deal with her as a captain. You know she has some attitude but you are prepared for it. Although, you find the grasp of her warm hand surprisingly soft. 

Your hand leaves hers only to take the one of Manchester City captain. it’s Leila Ouahabi, the quick and precise Spanish defender. Her grasp is tighter, more assured than Misa’s and that leads you to assume she’ll be the most vindictive captain today.

The two women turn around to face each other. A bright, genuine smile spread across their lips as they shake hand and exchange the team’s flags. The interaction catches your attention right away. A particularly vibrant energy irradiate between them which get you to frown just slightly. 

As a referee, you’ve grown used to judge the players quickly. A few words before the game or a close look out during the warm up would suffice you to get the mood, the subtle dynamics between teammates and the level of defiance with the opponent. But first and foremost, the handshake say it all. Their respect towards you. Their inclination to contest you or the obey you. You, in return, are careful not to give them any feedback about your own emotions. A referee isn’t a player. You don't play. You watch and you judge. It’s your job, and you love it. 

Therefore, you’re quick to make the frown disappear from your face. You are irritated that you’ve even frown in the first place but it’s obvious that you are intrigued. Misa and Leila jog back to their team, unaware of the curiosity seed they’ve just planted in your mind. However, you can’t dwell on the feeling because the match is about to start. Regaining your focus for the second time, you position yourself at the center of the field to give the starting whistle blow. 

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The game has been as hard as you foresaw. Both teams put up a fight under the worsening whether, only to get a draw. One to one. The tie had gotten everybody frustrated and you could still feel a burning rivalry after the final whistle blow. Something unfinished is suspended in the wet air, that you have a feeling, will last until the two teams meet up again. 

You shot a glance at the Captains. They’ve behave normally during the match and you wondered if you instinct had failed you for the first time earlier. 

But it has not. 

Misa and Leila are speaking together, their bodies unusually close for opponents. You feel again a powerful attraction between them. Your eyes linger and meet Leila’s. You drop your gaze immediately, embarrassed. What’s going with you tonight?! You know the tacit rule. You can’t flirt with players, it only messes things up. After you’ve slept with that cute Italian striker a couple of years ago, refereeing her matchs became a nightmare. You gave a penalty to the rival team once and she has never wanted to see you again… 

You glance back up. Leila’s still looking at you, her stare insistant. Your cheeks grow hot and you surprise yourself frowning again when the tall defender bent over to murmur something inside inside Misa’s ear. 

You start to panic when the goalkeeper joined Leila at staring at you. Maybe you should go back to the locker room instead of staying frozen onto the grass as the two women start walking toward you? But you can’t move because you simply don’t want to. Your own eyes are back at watching them, their long thighs, their muscular shoulders, their large hands… 

Leila waves to you and speaks. “Hi, thanks for not giving the penalty! Neither Misa or I wanted to win because of a penalty, jaja!”

“There were no penalty.” You state nervously. The truth is you are getting really confused.

“It was a penalty, for us. Una mano. A hand. Pero… but you prefer them.” Misa replies in a very hesitant English. 

“Excuse me?” You tick at the insinuation of your partiality. 

“What Misa’s saying is that we like you as a referee. It’s Y/N right?” Leila puts in. Misa let out a soft laugh. 

You are so taken aback by the conversation you keep staring at them, voiceless, and Leila goes on.

“Look, we want to ask you something but not here, will you check your instagram later?” 

“What…?“ You begin but you’re cut again, by the Spanish goalkeeper this time.

“We are looking for a person like you”, she says, a hint of nervousness in her voice. 

“Just check your DMs. And if you’re not interested, no problem, vale?“ Leila steps back, grabbing Misa’s shirt to make her follow. 

“Bye, Y/N“

The captains leave you there, more confused that you’ve ever been in your whole career. 

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It’s past midnight when you finally receive the notification. You haven’t been able to sleep anyway, your brain working restlessly, trying to figure out at what the two footballers wanted with you. 

You gasp when the message appears on your mobile screen, the harsh light soaking the bedroom and dazzling your tired eyes. 

Leila Ouahabi sent you a temporary DM : Hola 👋🏼 it’s Leila I’m with Misa. We… 

The glimpse of the message ends here and you unlocked your phone and tap on the camera app with febrility. You opened the conversation and discover the entire text at last. 

Hola 👋🏼 it’s Leila I’m with Misa. We’re looking for a partner to spend some quality time 😌 and you really stood out 😮‍💨 Want to meet us tomorrow night? Just answer. if you don’t we’ll understand you’re not interested. The message will be erased once you’ve read it. 

You fucking can’t believe it. You blink and the message’s gone, having you wondering if you imagined it all. Your brain is rumbling like a motor. Full engine. You have been chosen by Leila Ouahabi and Misa Rodriguez to fulfill some kind of threesome fantasy. On one hand, it would be a clear mistake for you to sleep with not one but two rival captains, captains that seems to at least hook up regularly, but on the other hand, how the hell could possibly miss the night of your life with two of the prettiest, hottest female footballers of the decade? 

It’s not a choice it’s an hold up. You just can’t say no to that. Nobody decent would…

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The day after, you knock at a dark wooden door of the fifth floor of the Kimpton Clocktower Hotel of Manchester. You hear footsteps. You’re nervous, and you’re drenched because of a storm bursting while you were on your way, which doesn’t really boost your confidence. It’s an uncommon feeling for you in this kind of situation. As a referee, you’re used to hooks up in hotels. They’ve even grown to feel like home. But not this time. This time you’re by yourself and there are two. That changes the dynamics a bit. At least, you’ve manage to save most of your hair from the rain, thanks to your cap, and some of your charisma with it.

It’s Leila who opens the door. You make the assumption she’s the dominant one of the couple. 

“Hola Y/N! How are you doing? Come in!” She greets you, wearing her radiant smile in addition to a short light blue ensemble. Her hair is down, and she has put light make up on. She’s even prettier and shinier than on the pitch. 

“I’m good and you? You can call me Swift” you say, stepping inside. 

You scan the room quickly. It’s vast, a mix of ancient decoration and modern furniture that scream English luxury. Misa is standing in front of you and in front of a huge king size very inviting bed. Her bleached wavy hair is down which totally smoothen her hard features. She’s wearing white shorts and a tank top. You guess the shape of her small breast through the fabric and find out both women haven’t bothered putting on a bra. A throbbing awakes within you right away. 

“Hola Swift. You look good“ the goalie says, taking you in from head to toes. “Swift because Taylor Swift?” 

“You could say that…” you answer, mirroring her, watching her with an evident interest. She has put some make up too, giving her a much more feminine energy than she has in sportswear. 

“That’s so gay, I love it!” Leila acknowledge.“We ordered an alcool sugar free cocktail, you want some?” 

You face Leila, already dipping a ladle into a large bowl. 

“Sure“, you say taking the glass full of cocktail. 

“Misa, tu vaso“ Leila handles a glass to the goalkeeper. “Misa speaks a little of English, but not that much.” Leila specifies, laying her hand onto the goalie’s shoulder. You catch her discret wink. “Thanks for joining us Swift. Salud!” 

The three of you rise your glasses to toast. The beverage tastes light and fruity, the lemon flavor taking over the whole mix. You take a few sips before putting the glass back onto the coffee table. 

To your surprise, Misa reaches out for you without waiting. Her large hand find yours and she comes close. Really close. 

“I can speak English but I prefer Spanish. More easy to say what I want.” She says. Her bad English and thick accent are on a good way to charm you completely. 

You hold your breath, completely mesmerized by the pretty brunette as she bent over to kiss you on the lips. 

Once again you’re surprised by the softness of her kiss compared to her rough exterior. Her lips feel pillowy as they move over yours. Your hand instinctively falls on the nap of her neck, pressing, deepening the kiss. You feel warmth behind your back and release a quiet moan when Leila wraps her arms around you. The throbbing between your legs has set on fire as you’re being trapped between the two women, Misa continuing to kiss you with passion and Leila caressing your back in slow, wide moves. 

The defender pulls you back and grasps your face, forcing you to turn around so that she could kiss you as well. Your head is spinning. You’re already feeling slightly overwhelmed. Leila’s kiss starts as soft as Misa but intensified shortly after you open your lips. Her taste fills your mouth and blend with Misa’s. Both women taste so good. You wondered how good they taste somewhere else, feeding the flammes deliciously licking your insides. 

You can’t hold a frustrated low whine when Leila pulls back. However, your deception is short, disappearing as soon as your hear the wet sounds of a new kiss taking place just above your shoulder. You watch the couple making out inches away from your face, while pressing you between their bodies, their hands not leaving you, enfolding you in the most sensual, arousing cuddle of your life.

“I think our guest’s overdressed…“ Leila whispers. 

“Claro. Tenemos que desnudarla…“ 

The goalie has already slipped her hands under your shirt, her palms on your bare skin make you shudder as Leila works at unbuttoning your jeans. You guess Leila and Misa want to fuck you first, which honestly suits you perfectly. You are certain that your panty’s a total mess already. To be honest, the throbbing has intensified so much it physically hurts now. You don’t like to look needy but even if you’re a bit ashamed to admit it, you’re dying to feel those long fingers down here…

Consequently, you let Misa pulls your shirt over your head while Leila pulls your jeans down your ankles and here you are, in black underwear in front of them, letting them study your body, excited by the hunger showing in their brown eyes as they trace your curves.

You’re not in a rush but you can’t help pulling Leila back against your lips. You hear Misa moan as your ass bumps against her hips. You know your ass looks good, especially in that simple black tong your wearing. All those hours of hard work in the gym worth the price. Your reward is to drive pretty women crazy, making you addicted to the power it gives you over them. Over Misa, pressed behind you, caressing your back, her breathing deepening as you arch against her. Over Leila, running her fingers along your arms as her lips enfolds yours…

She breaks the kiss again. 

“We thought of a little game“ she says, her voice full of warmth and playfulness. “We made a draw yesterday, we thought you could sort us out tonight.”

You can’t suppress a small laugh. “How am I supposed to sort you out, you’re both gorgeous“

Misa grabs you back in her arms, speaking directly inside your ear. “Who fucks you better wins.“  

You laugh again, louder, and turn around to look directly into the younger woman’s eyes. 

“Alright. But also, the one I fuck better wins!“ You replied proudly. 

The footballers gasp and the three of you chuckle lightly. The energy has changed right away, something heavy settling in the classy bedroom. 

Need. 

An urgent need to fuck.

Commanding, Leila pushes you toward the bed. Misa has gone around and is waiting for you, spread across the mattress. As you climb onto it, the brunette reaches out to you, pulling you close with her strong arms. You wonder suddenly what you would do to have her muscular body pinning yours against the mattress.

You are so worked up a cursing word escapes your lips when the footballers sandwich you once again. They keep you lying down, before Leila pulls herself over you to kiss your neck. “Fuck!” You swear again between your teeth. Your eyes fluttered shut and the older brunette kisses descend on your collar bone.

“Straighten up, guapa.” She says low. You obey. “Misa, quítale el sujetador.”

You don't understand a lot of Spanish but the goalie doesn’t let you ask about it. Her hands work at taking off your bra, dropping it on the floor swiftly to come back onto the bare skin of your chest. 

Both of you sigh, you because her palms are roaming over your nipples, sending shivers along your spine and turning the flames in your pelvis into a burning fire, and her because caressing your breast is something that really seems to work her up. The whole scene is taking place under the intense stare of the lean defender who’s obviously enjoying the spectacle of her girlfriend massaging the breast of the referee of their last football game. 

“Quieres sus pechos también, bébé. Lo veo…” the goalie told her. 

“Si los quiero.” Leila answers.

The way they’re talking in Spanish like you’re not even here is blowing your mind. You like the language, warm, flowing, and you find yourself loving the intelligibility of it. It leaves you guessing what the two footballers are up too, forcing you to submit to them a little more. 

Leila, pushes you back onto bed and her lips find your breast half second later. You’ve barely time to whine. Misa’s hand is on your cheek guiding your mouth onto hers. Her kiss is nothing like the first. Nothing soft remains. It’s needy and rough and tastes like heaven. Your fingers rack Leila’s shoulders as she licks your chest gently, sending more shivers running across your body.

Actually, you’re feeling so needy you could scream. Leila’s hand travels on your abs and you resist the urge of pushing it downer. 

“Are we in a hurry, señora?“ Leila teased you. 

You realize you are indeed pushing Leila’s shoulders downward. You release a soft yelp as an answer, unable to articulate words with Misa’s tongue in your mouth. 

“In fact,” Leila goes on, her kiss trailing under your belly button, “I’ll go right here if you insist”.

You can’t count to three and you’ve been ripped off of your thong, leaving you completely naked between the two women. The contrast of your bare skin with the fabric of their cloth unleashes the submissive part within you. You feel you can loose yourself under their hands, completely.   

 And you’re proven right a few second later. Leila spread your lips with her fingers. Another shiver run through your body, your moans caught up in Misa’s mouth. The goalkeeper pulled back, taking in what is going on downward, and releases a soft whine. You watch too as Leila mouth lands gently on your pussy. 

You whine again, loud, your cry loaded with all your excitement and Misa goes over you, her hands pinning yours onto the mattress. Your brain is short circuiting already. The thinking part is gone leaving your sensory receptors taking over your body. Leila’s tongue is precise and steady, sending waves of pure pleasure through you. Though as soon as you set your focus of it, the delicious sensation of another mouth sucking your tits transports you away. You watch Misa’s plump lips playing with your breast, enjoying herself as Leila keeps doing wonders on your core a little below. Your cries intensify. It’s much. So much already. The sight of the two women working on your body. Their hands everywhere, their mouths sucking you simultaneously. 

The whole situation starts to overwhelmed you. Your fingers fall on Misa’s head, sinking in her hair. 

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” You cry, swallowed by the many sensations. 

Both women groan in reply and double their effort.

Leila’s fingers slip inside you, her tongue lapping against you fast now. You’re on the edge, completely thrilled by what they are doing to you and you let your head fall backward, surrendering the last of your restraints to them.

“Don’t stop! Don’t! Fuck plea…” 

Your words die against the goalkeeper mouth, forcing a rough kiss through your lips and you cum, suddenly, hard, perfectly. Misa releases your mouth. Your cries fill the cozy bedroom. You know you’re being loud but you don’t give a fuck about it. All that matter is Leila’s steady touch, making your orgasm last, her tongue and fingers reactivating the intense feel over and over again until it fades gradually. 

“Fuck…” you breath through your teeth, amazed. 

“Did I earn a point?” The playful voice of Leila asked. 

You open your eyes, landing slowly.

“Definitely” you concede. 

“Ay! Y yo? I participated!” Misa steps it. 

“Misa! I did all the work! Wait for your turn!” Leila throws in, making the goalkeeper pout. “Ah! Ven por allí, mi bébé.” She adds, softer. 

You look at Leila interrogatively but you’re surprised to discovered she wasn’t taking to you. Indeed, Misa has gotten up to join her girlfriend at the bottom of the bed. 

Your pussy tighten again at the sight of the darkest brunette pulling the other one into a deep, passionate kiss. 

“Hum” Misa moans.

“Te gusta su sabor?” Leila asks.

“Si, she tastes good..” the Spaniard replied, pressing her palms onto Leila’s neck to kiss her back. 

Your jaw has fallen, hypnotized by the two gorgeous women making out in front of you, sharing your taste. Their luscious lips keep working against each other, Leila’s tongue popping out to plunge inside the goalie’s mouth. 

You prop yourself onto your elbows and adjust your head against the bed board. Your hand is going down without thinking, and you relieve yourself by applying a low pressure onto your clit. You thought well to do so because the couple is now starting to undress each other before you. 

They are naked and beautiful in no time, allowing you to enjoy the curve of their backs, the outline of the muscles rolling under the skin as they caress each other. Your gaze drops a little downer. Leila and Misa surely have ones of the prettiest asses of all women football. Their soft yet muscular shapes, and their thick thighs… your touch has quicken, and a long moan leaves your throat when Misa’s hand travels down the defender’s stomach and stops onto her pelvis.

“No te quedes sola, Y/N, come” Misa freezes her hand and calls up to you. 

“Yes baby, wait for us. Come” Leila voice’s laced with need. 

You rise up and Misa flips Leila toward you as you reach the couple. The three of you are on your knees, Leila’s being trapped between you and Misa. You’ve not finished yourself yet but you’re more than willing to please the sexy brunette first. Your hands are roaming across her body, her golden skin is soft over her hard muscles and her look’s heavy with desire. 

The rain is pouring outside when your hand slides down the defender’s shaped abs. She spreads her legs a little to allow you to run a finger through her folds. She’s wet and hot. You exhale, caressing her is something on its own. Moreover when you can take in her elegant features, relaxing under your touch. Gently, you start flicking her clit having Leila to drape her arms around your shoulders, her breathing deepening while Misa’s kissing her neck and running her large hands across her back. Leila’s pliant between you, her lascivious yelps urging you to go on, what you’re more than happy to do. 

As the defender leans more against you, Misa catches your lips with hers. You can taste yourself on her tongue, as well as Leila’s. You feel you’d never get bored of kissing Misa. There is something with her mouth, her warm breath, her lips pressing against yours that drive you completely crazy. 

Breaking the kiss, Misa’s putting her weight onto you both.

“Tienes que acostarte Bébé” she told Leila, who replied by a louder moan. “Swift, lie down.”

You do as Misa told you, lying onto your back and pulling Leila with you. She lands onto her forearms and immediately starts grinding against your hand. You let her rub herself on your fingers, enjoying the show of her pretty face twisted with pleasure, fighting for a release. Misa’s bent behind her, stroking Leila’s back with her palms, her parted lips showing how excited she is by the prospect of the two of you being about to fuck her girlfriend. 

Misa doesn’t resist long. You feel the goalie’s fingers brushing yours between the Leila’s legs and an obscene cry erupted from the footballer’s mouth, having you guessing the goalie has just slipped them inside.

Misa’s moves are deliberately slow, making the tall brunette’s body rocking gently. You, on your side, are deliberately not moving your fingers yet. 

“Misa…” Leila lets out. “Swift… please”. 

You feel Misa quickening her pace. Your gaze’s driven to Leila’s gorgeous breast, swaying above you. 

“You need me to touch you?” You ask quietly. “But you’re doing wonderfully good on your own with my fingers”, you tease. 

The lean defender’s brows furrow a little more, she tries pressing herself as hard as she can while Misa’s thrusting is making her hips rock against your hand.

“Please Y/N! I need to come!”  

You give in, spreading her fold to settle your index onto her clit. You’re back at flicking it, fast this time. 

“Dios!” 

Leila’s guttural cry fills the room. Her long, powerful thighs begin to tremble.

“Bueno bébé! Cum for us, déjale salir” the goalkeeper murmurs, bending more over her. 

The defender arches in the same time her legs gave away, letting out a single strong whine as she collapses onto you. 

You enfolded Leila in your arms, pressing a light kiss on her temple. 

“I’m sorry Misa but that’s another point for Leila.” 

Misa jump of the bed right away. Leila has rolled over at your side, letting you cuddle her a moment. 

“Not fair!“ Misa pouts again before she goes rummaging inside her bag pack. 

She pulls out a leather harness and wastes no time putting it on. 

“Oh no Dios, she’s so sexy with a strap on…“ Leila’s sleepy voice warns you. 

Indeed, you can’t tear your eyes away from the thin leather strap disappearing between the muscular ass cheeks of the goalkeeper. She faces you, a bright green toy has been secured onto her pelvis, her thick brows are furrowed when she declares with a smug smile. 

“Vale, my turn now!“ 

Blow my whistle - Part 2

Misa Rodríguez x Leila Ouahabi x Reader

[ Part 1 ]

Summary and warnings: +18 pure smut with, I hope, a little bit of fun. English is not my first language

5k words

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You watch Misa — What else can you do? —  as she walks back toward the bed, your gaze swallowed by the erected, bouncing shape between her legs, your mind already clouded by the need of it between your own.

It’s so strong you could scream, completely taken by the thought of her having her way with you with her thick, curved toy.

You could plead her. Your pride has left your body as soon as she fastened the thing around her waist, and you know well enough what you’re capable of when you’re in this state. You drive them crazy, women with her character, dominant ones, or pretending to be… It’s part of the game you like to play in bed. Redefining who’s really in charge and who obeys. One certainty remains: waiting a little more to let her fuck you would worth the price. 

Swiftly, you slide away from Leila. The lean defender’s fully awake anyway. You two stopped cuddling when Misa left the bed, both your gazes absorb by the pumped muscles of the goalkeeper securing the toy with application. Now Leila’s eyes are darting between Misa and you expectantly as you rise up to stop the brunette from jumping back onto the bed. 

“No.” You say, putting your palm against her sternum. “Against the wall.”

“Pero…” she begins, but you push her back with an authority you didn’t show until now. 

Her hills hit the wall as your lips hits her gorgeous mouth once again. Taken aback by your directive behavior, the goalie melts under your kiss, opening her lips to let you plunge your tongue in her mouth. She so good to kiss you can’t help but moan, something she’s quick to notice, wrapping you with her tick arms and taking back control over your making out. The toy rubs against your pelvis as she reduces the distance between your bodies, sending an instant throbbing between your legs. It’s so hard to resist giving in, to let her corner you before she’d fuck you against the wall. Although, you slide down her neck a second later, your hand roaming over her breast as you nip her skin delightfully. You want her so badly, inside you, but fortunately, playing with Misa’s body is a good compensation.

You slide downer, your glance going up, meting hers. Her brown soft eyes follow yours, trying to figure out what you’re about to do. You smile in satisfaction. You were right, Misa’s ostentatiously passive for someone who likes to be in charge. You can’t wait to see how she’s going to survive what you’re about to do to her. 

Slowly, you drop on your knees, delighted to see her jaw drop at your sudden motion. 

“Let me please you first” you say, your hand falling onto the toy as you glance up to the goalie's face with just the right amount of submission and commitment in your eyes. 

“Mierda…” Misa lets out as you open your mouth. 

She’s fascinated, frozen on the spot, still, you watch her, your lips wrapping themselves around the toy and she exhales deeply through her parted lips. 

Your drop your glance, letting her enjoying the spectacle your dedication, bobbing your head as you take the strap in your mouth. You can hear the wet sounds mixing with the rasping breath of the Spaniard. You guess by the way her body tenses she’s not accustomed to be sucked out by a pretty girl, though you can definite feel she’s more than enjoying it. 

Her tension decreasing, she leans back against the wall. Her hips wiggle feebly, accompanying the toy in and out your mouth. To encouraged her, you grasp her hard thigh and get low moan in reward. 

“Dios, it’s hard to watch…” the lascivious voice of Leila resound from behind you. “Bebé she’s sucking you for real…” 

Another moan fills the bedroom as you keep licking the silicone. You feel yourself turning liquid at her feet, especially when Misa puts her hands onto your head. Being so submissive frees you completely. All you have to do is to keep going until she can’t take it anymore. It’s much for yourself, the act, the view of her abs, of her breast, of her trembling lips, from below. You feel your juices starting to drip from your pussy and run down your thigh and you genuinely wonder how you’re going to take the rest.

“Ères tan bonita Y/N…” Leila purrs. “Go on Bébé, keep filling her mouth.” 

“You’re about to cum?” Misa asks in a rasping voice, letting you know Leila’s touching herself, with the sight of you two as her pornographic spectacle. 

“Estoy cerca Bebé… keep going.”

Misa thrust a little harder in your mouth and you know the time has come to finish both women. 

Your palm roams along the inner part her thigh, bringing your finger below the toy and between the leather straps. Misa gasps when they slide between her folds. 

“Oh Dio’!” She cries. 

Her fingers dig into your hair as your lips swallow her toy once again, while your index has found and now circles over her hard bundle. 

Misa lets out desperate noises, frowning like it’s already to much, what is surely true regarding to how drench she is, but you keep touching her clit gently, gathering her pleasure on your fingertip as Leila’s cries melt in the background. 

The goalie’s fingers pull up at your roots, her strong body shuddering. 

“Ostia!” She cries again, doubling over herself and taking hold of herself onto your head. “Dio’! Dio’! Dio’!”

All you can see is the soft skin of her pelvis, the strap buried inside your mouth, as Misa cums over you like she’s really dying. 

It’s only when she stops moaning that you hear the soothing sound of the tumbling rain outside.  The falling drops suddenly remember to you your own excitation. 

“Oh, joder…” the young brunette whispers, releasing your hair and letting you rise up. 

You grab her hand, softened by the look on her face and by her flushed cheeks, “You’re okay?” 

She nods, smiling timidly, and follow you as you bring her back onto the bed. 

Leila pulls her girlfriend under one arm and you under the other. 

“That was quite a show girls. I would surly give a point to each of you. Alas, they’re not mine to give.” The defender puts a soft kiss on your forehead. It’s tender, it’ll make you want to sleep against her, if you weren’t so horny. “So, Swift, does she get a point?” 

“I don’t know, she was really quick to cum… I think I need to see more.” You say sleepily. It’s obvious now that you like to tease Misa. Or Maybe, you’re provoking her for your own benefit…

A grunt informs you that the goalkeeper’s not pleased by your verdict. 

“Bebé” Misa calls to Leila, “Y/N speaks too much, no?”

“You mean she’s a brat?” The defender asks back, studying you.

“Totalmente. We punish her now…” 

You straightened up at once. “What for? I don’t think I deserve it.” You argue, praying deep down they’re about to handle you properly.

But Misa ignores you and murmurs something in Leila’s ear. The defender nods vigorously and gets off the bed. 

“Come Swift.” She beckons you, signaling you a chair. “Sit, we’ll take care of you.”

You obey willingly. You take place in the said chair, your gaze locked on Leila’s face as her charming smile reappears. She straddles you, kissing you deeply, her fingers sliding down your front, making you shiver and your hips buckle toward her hand. Your excitation has become a painful fire in your stomach. With everything you did to Misa, you just want one of them to just fuck you now.

As a matter of fact, Misa has joined you behind the back of the chair. Her large palms caress your shoulders thoroughly before sliding down your arms. You moan, Leila fingers slipping between your folds and plunging into the pool created by your starved pussy. It’s a total flood down here, and you barely feel anything. You need more. So much more… You need them to use your body as they wish, to wreck you completely. 

“Go inside! Please, inside” you whine, your hips sliding down on the chair and cantining up. 

“Shhh, calmate Y/N” Misa says softly, her breath warm against your ear. She gathers your hands behind the back of chair, making you whine some more with the new retrain. “You’re more loud than on the pitch… you need to relax”.

“Yes baby, relax” the defender repeats and slips a finger inside your hole. 

Your let out tormented cries, tightening around her already. Surprisingly, you’re pretty sure a few more thrust could make you cum shortly. Your pussy tightens even more, holding the long finger of the footballer inside. Eyes closed, you pant against Leila’s mouth with the feel of your orgasm on its way.

When the large, hot bubble danced over your head, or inside your guts, on the verge to break, you feel the precious finger slid out of you and not coming back. You open your eyes in dismay. Leila’s straitened up and nods again to Misa, and a split second later, Misa has locked your hands together behind the chair with handcuffs. 

“What…” you begin as Leila jumps off you, leaving your pussy cold and hollow.

“You keep those pretty legs spread” she simply says, looking down at you with a sever yet playful stare. 

“No! Please, no!” You cry, getting to where they’re going. 

Your moans of protest leave the two footballers impervious. The couple jumps back onto the bed and start to kiss feverishly without a glance at you.

“Fuck!” You swear, ashamed of having being fooled so easily.  

It’s too late now. You’re attached to the chair with no way of freeing yourself, and of worst of all, no chance of relief. The only thing left to do is watching them as they lie down, one on top of the other.

“Llegaste?” Misa asks Leila, her voice heavy with desire, her hand stroking the older woman’s abs lazily. 

“No, I didn’t cum. No tenía tiempo…” the defender chuckles, cupping Misa’s face to bring her closer. 

Leila pulls Misa over her, her long arms guiding her hips toward hers. You bit back a desperate moan at the sight of the goalie’s strap swaying gently between her powerful thighs. 

“Voy a llevarte hasta el final”, Misa says proudly. You don’t understand but can’t help but notice the tenderness in her voice. “Don’t hold back, we make a show for Swift, mi amor”

“Hasta que terminame, mi vida!“ Leila replies pulling Misa against her lips as the young brunette align the toy with her entrance. 

“Remember Swift, watch and don’t close your legs”, Misa warns you. 

You moan your agreement. Your pussy’s aching so much, watching Misa’s muscular ass pushing the thick toy inside Leila. It takes a lot to keep your legs spread, to resist applying onto your clit any kind of pressure but you hold on, mesmerized by the toy disappearing completely. 

A strangle groan escapes your lips and Leila’s the same instant. You can’t stand it when Misa begins to thrust inside and out. Your hips roll against the chair as you try to disobey them and appease yourself. But the seat is no use, you need your hand desperately and they’re desperately attached behind your back. Each cry of Leila stirs a hard throbbing deep inside of you. You want more than anything to be in Leila’s place, to be filled over and over by the gorgeous goalkeeper, to feel her strength against your pelvis and inside your flesh. In the same time you wouldn’t stop looking at them making love for anything. The way Leila’s arms ensnared her girlfriend’s torso gives you goosebumps. Misa’s looking drunk, kissing every reachable inches of Leila’s skin, keeping her movement steady and deep. The view of her ass is the hardest to bear, the drawn muscles of her cheeks hardening with the effort make you feel like you can actually feel the toy inside your pussy - although you’re not - and you let out a pitiful sob, proof of your extreme frustration. 

“Te quiero tanto, mi amor, take more!“ Misa’s rasping voice groans. 

Leila managing to form words between her loud moans. “No puedo mucho más bébé! It’s coming“ 

She only gets Misa to fuck her faster, adding her own cries to the explicit sounds filling the room and tangling together in the night. 

“Misa! Bebé…” Leila cries again.

Misa grabs the defender hands and pines them against the mattress.

“Si mi amor, who’s the one to fuck you right?”

“Es tú Bebe! me das tan placer!” 

You watch in awe Leila’s loosing herself, her beautiful features giving a face to the bliss she’s being in as Misa devours her neck, her hips continuing to thrust inside the defender and nearly sending you over the edge as well. You don’t dare to look at the fabric of chair you’re sitting on. You know it’s ruined. Like you are now. Your breathing’s choppy and your pupils are blown up like you’re stoned. You are stoned indeed. Knocked out by your arousal. You can’t remember being in this state of frustration ever, thus, nor you can remember fucking with two women this hot. 

“Hum bebé…“ Leila sights against Misa’s lips. 

The couple kisses again tenderly, ostentatiously completely enamored with each other. It’s strong and beautiful to see the goalkeeper pulling out with caution, only to take the defender back in her arms protectively. Even if they asked you to look at them, you start to feel a bit embarrassed to intrude their private moment. But your inconfort has barely started Leila’s reassuring you with one of her warmest smiles. 

“Mi amor,” Leila whispers to Misa, “it’s time we share our love with Swift, don’t you think?”

Both head turns toward you and Misa replies “Yes, now we make love to Swift. She earned it.”

You swallow with difficulty, your throat tightening with excitation and with something else. You don’t understand what is happening to you. You just want them to kiss you with the same passion they kissed each other. You want them to squeeze you between their strong bodies when they’ll be about to tear you apart. You’ve never felt like that, especially not during a first night with someone. It’s upsetting and scary and it challenge everything in you to tame the need to run away like you always did. 

Although, once the couple runs at your side, frees your hands from the handcuffs and brings you back to the bed, you forget your anxious feeling and melt against their hot skins. Their delicate yet decided caresses guide you to the center of bed, where you let them take the lead.

You’re totally lost in their sensual cuddle as Leila pulls you against her breast. Leila really has one of the most gorgeous chest you’ve ever seen in all women football and you can’t resist pressing your face on it, laying kisses everywhere you can before wrapping your lips arounds her nipple. Both of you let out groans of satisfaction.  

After having you let you play with her breast a moment, Leila brings your lips back against hers and kiss you deeply, full mouth, as Misa’s hand slips between your body to reach your thigh. She grabs it and lifts it over Leila hips, the defender continuing to kiss you heavenly right, owning both your mouth and moans when Misa’s hand slides through your folds from behind. 

You anchor yourself to the pretty defender’s shoulders, arching against the goalie. Misa head’s resting behind your back, her mouth laying soft kisses between your shoulder blades as she starts to flicker your clit.

“So wet…” she mumbles, her breath blowing regularly against your skin. 

You feel so good, just amazing. Pleasure rushes through you from head to toe. You’re surprised once again to enjoy the softness they offer you and you wouldn’t stop this moment for anything. Their dedication to hold you tight, to combine something really tender with an unmistakable urge to please you is blowing your mind. The goalkeeper’s fingers play with your clit perfectly, stroking it a moment, sliding down your entrance to coat your entire cunt with your abundant juices. Your hips meets them hungrily, enhancing the pressure, your fogged mind caught in the bliss leaving you barely aware of the itching you feel somewhere around your breast. Misa’s fingers fill you. You release a loud groan, arching more against her to encourage her fuck you faster. 

“More! Please!” you mumble, squeezing Leila’s face against your chest. You realize now, the itch you felt was the defender teeth playing with your nipples. You’ve barely time to whine some more before Misa doubles the rhythm of her thrusts. 

“Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Yes! You cry out, the orgasm at your reach. 

This is when you feel another sets of fingers brush over your clit, having you letting it go like you never did.

You cum, the release so powerful it’s almost painful. It sweeps you with it, making you squirt uncontrollably thought the tortuous joy. You feel the waves of liquid flushing out of you, hot and deliberate, your orgasm reactivated by the hungry fingers and the gasping sounds of the two footballers. 

“Fuck… fuck!“ You groan, your pussy tightening around Misa’s fingers with each coil of pure bliss. 

The women don’t relent, filling you, caressing you over and over so your cries keep lightening the cold night with the fire of enjoyment. 

“Fuck yes!” You triumph as you reach the top of your highs, having your pussy to let another wave out. 

Your head falling onto the pillow, you push both women aside to have some space to lie on your back, taking a moment to breath, and realizing what your body just did. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry” you moan through the fading feel. 

“Dios mio,” Misa pants. She has brung her hand in front of her face and is now studying her glistering fingers with interest. “You wait, I take a towel” 

You straitened up at once and discovered you’ve totally ruined the mattress. 

“I’m so sorry!” you repeat, starting to feel deeply embarrassed. 

“Don’t apologize baby,” Leila brings your face back toward hers. “That’s what we came to do here. You were perfect… I’d like to lick you clean, but I think Misa has other plans…” 

“Not now, I just feel so good…“ you confess. 

Misa comes back to you, a white towel in her grasp. 

“I can clean you?” She asks, one of her thick brows rising up. 

You spread your legs and nod. 

With a lot of carefulness, Misa wipes your pussy. A shameful smile appears on her face when she tries to dry some of your juices that have soaked the mattress. 

“I’m sorry…“ You don’t know what else to say. You have never squirt before and you wear this new skill both as a pride and an embarrassment.

“Shhh Swift,“ Misa throws the towel aside before coming back over you. “It was beautiful and perfect! Really perfect for what we’ll do now“ 

She presses a needy kiss against your lips, sliding her hand down your stomach again. 

“Humm, I can’t go for another round already Misa,” you whisper on her mouth. 

The goalie’s almond eyes pour into yours, her smug smile reappearing. “First, I think I’ve earned a point now, no?“

Her palms found yours, pushing them on each sides of your head and your heartbeat accelerates against your will. You breath’s caught in your throat so you just nod to her again. 

“Bueno,“ she mutters against your cheek. “Now, I’m going to earn another point“, she says, lowering her hips between your legs so that the strap she’s still wearing barely brushes your coated cunt. “Because I’m going to fuck you for real.“

Your legs spread more instantly, like she has command over your body, what she probably has because even if you’re still pretty satisfied by your last orgasm, obviously you don’t have hold on yourself anymore. Your pussy wants her strap inside, thick, whole, filling and fulfilling everything within you, so you don’t resist when she aligns the head of the toy with your hole and starts to push. 

With your more than generous wetting, the strap slides inside easily and you exhale. It’s quite overwhelming to be filled this quick while your whole pussy’s still pretty sensitive. You moan, enjoying the slight pain that comes with the toy. 

“Oh! This is much!“ You gasp, although you’re not even trying to free your hands from her lazy grip. 

Misa, far from being moved, pushes the strap a little deeper. “Then why your pussy tries to fuck itself on my strap?“ She asks, commanding and beautiful. 

You become aware of your hips buckling up and down and your pussy tightens around the toy. You don’t know how to thwart her, you just whine, surrendering to the primal desire taking over you as your pussy swallows her strap again. 

“Bien” she praises you and she releases your hands to hold herself onto her forearms. “Take me in your arms.“ 

You gasp, taken aback by her sweet request, showing her soft part again through her dominant behavior. You execute yourself, wrapping your arms around her broad shoulders and feeling the muscles ripple under your palms. She enfolds you, pushing inside and out slow but deep and making the heat rise to your face. You press your face on her neck, inhaling the smell of her skin as Misa makes love to you. It’s like she wants to make every thrusts count. A few groans leave your lips, her strap rubbing your walls so perfectly. She fucks you steady, fully, could you say, passionately, all the pain gone, now the toy has stretched you right and your palm fall onto her nap, pulling her into kiss, a terribly deep kiss, pouring her taste, her smell, her muffled moans directly into your mouth. You want to tell her to go faster but you can’t bring yourself to leave those delicious lips enveloping yours, what she does half a minute later. 

“Humm, on your knees now,“ Misa mutters softly before pulling out of you. 

You exhale, bitting back your frustration and letting her go reluctantly. You wished your intense making out lasted a little longer.

“We don’t forget Leila,“ she adds, straitening up, “I’m going to please you, and you, you’re going to please Leila, vale?“ 

How can you say no to that? Leila’s waiting patiently next to you, her radiant smile replaced by a hungry gaze directed right at you. You don’t have time to wonder how the tall brunette wants you to please her, she grabs you, pulling you close and murmurs, spreading her legs:

“Quiero tu lengua…” 

You shiver at the imminent prospect of being fucked and fucking. You feel you have so much to give still. You actually want to give them anything they’d ask and surely Leila can have your lips, your tongue and your saliva right now, you think to yourself as you rush down her body to settle your head between her legs. You don’t forget to arch your back, spreading you legs and offering quite a view to the goalie coming behind you. 

Misa comes softly, stroking your ass cheeks, taking a moment to make your body relax under her touch as your fingers slides through Leila’s lips. Both of you are drenched, tense, skin blazing with desire, so like Misa with you, you take time to let the defender adjust her intimacy against your mouth, before your tongue takes its first run. 

Her taste awakes your senses. You dip your tongue through her folds, licking, sucking on your way up her clit, galvanized by the footballer short yelps, laced with her longing.  

“You’re so pretty like this Y/N, I’m going inside,” Misa’s rasping voice announced. 

You sigh, arching a little more, ready to welcome her back inside of you.

“Take me baby,“ you pant before diving back in Leila’s pussy. 

You feel Misa’s strap sliding inside again, long and thick, every inches stretching you deliciously. Your moans doesn’t tell half the level of how worked up you are, being fuck full while eating a gorgeous girl out. You try to stay concentrated on your job, but the goalie’s thrusts are too intense to remain sane. 

“Fuck! This is so good!“ You cry against Leila’s cunt. 

Misa grabs your hips and pushes deeper.

“Yes? Who makes you feel so good?” She demands, fucking you a little faster. 

At this moment, the hands of the defender fall onto your head, pressing your lips more onto her flesh. You whine loudly, sliding your tongue across her pussy, drinking her juices and stopping over her hard spot. The steady rhythm of Misa’s fucking is pressing your mouth against her clit regularly. 

“You said you feel good. Because of who?” Misa asks again, her grip on your ass tightening. 

Your mouth so full you can’t answer. The toy fills you impossibly deeper, fuller, squashing your face onto Leila’s pussy, who’s panting helplessly. 

“Fuck her faster bebé! I’m feeling it!”

As Misa pounds relentlessly into you, you try to regain your focus onto your task, readjusting your balance onto your arms and bringing the tip of your tongue onto Leila’s clit. Your tongue tip flicker her bud fast, shutting off your own pleasure a moment to give it all to Leila, with her deepening groans a well earned reward. 

“Oh Dios! Misa! Fuck her! Fuck her full! Y/N I’m gonna come!“ Leila warns you. 

Combined with the fast rhythm of Misa’s thrust, the pressure of your tongue pushes Leila through the edge. Her smooth abs contacts erratically, and she hides her face in her hands as her body shivers with joy, with the goalies fucking you without mercy. You try to hold on, to continue to give Leila more pleasure, but you can’t this time. All you feel is that hot warm bubble expending in your belly with every more thrusts she pushes into you. 

You’re saturate. Your pussy’s saturate with pleasure and you attempt to close your legs a little as the satisfied defender rolls onto her side. Your let your tired neck fall onto the mattress, making you arch more and snatching Misa a horny groan. You are so saturate, your whole body shuddering at being filled over and over again when you’ve already taken so much. But you keep taking her, closing your eyes, letting your jerky breathes fill the room. 

“Swift, you’re still good?“

“Hummm“ you confirm.

“You want to come now?“ She inquires, slowing slightly. 

“Yes!” You cry at once. Your fingers dig in the bedsheets. 

“Beg me.“ 

The two words snaps something within you, making the top part in you surrender for good. 

“Make me come! Misa, please!“ You obey. 

You legs are barely holding yourself anymore, something Misa takes advantage of right away, pressing your hips downer and spreading your legs more and more. Your pussy and ass are spread so wide you would actually blush if you weren’t feeling so desperate. You feel the strong goalie coming over you, fucking you like a beast, you arching your back to the point of breaking it. 

Your feel your relief being on its way at the thought of how helpless you are. How Misa’s owning you so completely, her broad body over yours, controlling you, while she continues to fuck you incredibly deep. Her mouth landed between your shoulderblades, laying hungry kisses onto your moist skin, pushing the toy back inside once again. 

“Oh! Misa! Yes! Yes!“ The words tumble out of your lips, the orgasm hitting you like a hurricane. 

You feel limp onto the mattress, drained and complete in the same time, panting like you’ve just refereed two Clasico in a row. Lights are dancing in front of your closed eyelids. When you open them, you discover the goalie lying down beside you, freed from the harness, arms crossed behind her head and a satisfied smile curling her lips. You find her both utterly adorable and unbearable.

“Punto, no?” She dares to ask, the smugness not leaving her face. 

Leila releases a melodious laugh as you straitened up, sightly irritated, though mostly amused by the boasting goalkeeper. 

“Yes, one punto for you Misa Rodriguez” you concede her. The three of you know you can’t deny her it, not when you were crying her name a few minutes ago…

“Oh no, we have another tie!“ the tall defender complains. 

“Don’t worry Leila, I know the perfect way to grant both of you one last chance to stand out“ you announce happily, your hand falling onto the abandoned harness.