Fake Texts Au- Pt.12 Bffs With The Rookies+ Monaco For One, Please!

Fake texts au- pt.12 bffs with the rookies+ Monaco for one, please!

Literally love the way anyone older than them has to be the babysitter 😭😭😭

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Fake Texts Au- Pt.12 Bffs With The Rookies+ Monaco For One, Please!

The week you spent with Oscar and Logan was perfect in every way possible. You woke up with perhaps the worst backache you'd ever had, almost unable to breathe because Logan had shited his entire weight on you... well, that part wasn't perfect but the dinner you had afterwards made up for every ache and pain.

Oscar's mum made every favourite dish of yours and Logans, leaving a very jealous Oscar but at the end of the day, the three of you fell into the same routine you did as kids.

Sleeping late, Waking up even later and eating junk till you couldn't eat anymore (much to the dismay of their trainers) the only different thing is that all three of you couldn't bunk on the same bed. So you took turns, as suggested by Oscar's mother because your first idea was to fight for a spot on the bed.

But sadly, the week had ended and you had to leave, you hugged Logan and Oscar goodbye and made your way to Monaco, where you'd spend the rest of the summer vacation with Arthur.

He'd invited you not wanting to be alone while his brothers had their girlfriends and the last time he'd invited one of his friends from Prema, his mom had pulled him aside and given him the 'you know you can tell me anything, right, son?' he'd simply told her that he was just a friend, and anyways she should have been having the conversation with Charles anyway, with whatever he had going with Max, or with Carlos or Pierre.

You were a little nervous to go, never having been around his family before. You'd met Charles before and had become pretty good friends with him and Max but his mom? His Eldest brother? That was a whole other story.

He picked you up at the airport, drove you to the house, you offered to uber as you weren't allowed to drive in Monaco anymore (its a long story) when you walked in you hadn't realised everyone would be over and were currently on Arthur's back trying to get your phone back for the boy, which he had stolen when he saw the picture of you and Logan, oscar had sent you.

You looked around the room to find Charles, his girlfriend, his eldest brother, and their mother, staring at the two of you with wide eyes.

You jumped off your friends' back, snatching your phone in the process, "Um, hi, I'm Y/n, nice to meet you all!" You smiled hugging Charles and shaking hands with everyone else, trying to ignore your entrance.

"I'll go get the bags, yeah," he muttered as he left, his eldest brother following him.

"Maman, C'est une amie d'Arthur, celle dont je t'ai parlé," (Mom, She's one of Arthur's friends, the one I told you about), Charles said something to his mother in French, you tried to decipher with whatever Arthur had taught you over the years but they spoke too fast.

"Celui qui l'a emmené faire la fête?" (The one who took him to party?) She replied, her voice displaying disappointment, making the girl awkwardly standing next to the door frown at Charles for translation.

"Maman..." Charles began but his mother shushed him, making him look down.

Suddenly, the older woman's face and body language changed, doing a total 180, "Y/n, I've heard a lot about you, from Arthur and Charles!" She said with a smile, making the girl slightly jump in surprise, "Come on, sit, the boys will get your bags," she invited the youngest woman to sit and nodded at Charles to help get the bags, he wanted to protest but was nudged in the ribs by Alexandra, making him walk out in betrayal.

"Uh, hi guys," she said awkwardly feeling a little out of place. She felt like she was in front of a jury assessing her every move to give her life in prison and by the look on the mother's face, they were leaning in favour of the death penalty.

"Hi, Y/n," Alexandra began, quickly leaning forward as soon as her boyfriend left the house, " I've seen you around the paddock before, but mostly in Mclaren and Williams," She began, "I thought you were dating Oscar, right? Or Logan?" She asked making the girl cringe, she couldn't imagine dating one of her friends.

"Um, no, we're just friends, all four of us," she explained, this is so weird.

"And what about the hyper little British one?" Pascale asked making you laugh,

"Lando? I'm going to save his name like that from now on!" You smiled, "No, no, not at all, I think he's a little too invested in Carlos to even think about dating," you joked hoping to change the conversation, Alexandra smiled but Pascale remained unchanged.

"I've noticed, he's a sweet boy," she nodded, "Are you dating my son?" She asked, not sugarcoating anymore, making you choke on your spit, Alexandra quickly rushed to your side, patting your back.

"Thank you," you took the glass of water she offered, "I'm not dating Arthur!" You yelled as soon as you finished drinking the water, making his mother look at you suspiciously at first then nod.

"Thank you for being truthful Y/n," She began, "My kids are everything to me and they only have me to protect them. Lorenzo and Charles are old enough to understand just how cruel life can be, but Arthur's still naive," she explained slowly. It seemed like Alex had heard the same lecture too.

"Maman! Tell Charlie to stop kicking me!" Arthurs's voice rang as the trio stepped inside, proving her point.

"Maman, please, both of them won't shut up!" Lorenzo complained at his brother's antics, in true older sibling fashion.

"Only because you are stupid," Both Arthur and Charles replied at the same time making the eldest groan and place your bag down, to swat the others. Charles had your duffle and Arthur held your haversack, currently using it as a weapon to hit his brothers.

"Boys!" Their mother called out, making them all stop and pick up your bags, and carry them to some room in the house. Alexandra smiled at their antics and Pascale just shook her head.

"Sweetheart, come on, let's have some dinner, I'm sure the flight has you hungry and tired," She practically dragged you to the dinner table. You sat next to Arthur, Alex and Charles in front of you and Lorenzo and Pascle and either head of the table.

After the strange test of sorts, everything was normal, you joked along with the others, and the brothers often fought making you and Alex look at each other and laugh. You were getting along with her the most, being quite close in age and humour. However, as the night continued the jet lag became more and more of a problem.

Arthur was the first to notice your head falling as you sat, "Maman, We are going to turn in," you both began to get up but Lorenzo spoke up, making you stop.

" Où penses-tu aller?" (Where do you think you're going?) The older man asked.

"Ma chambre ?" (My room?) Arthur answered.

"Non, elle couche avec Alexandra, tu restes avec Charlie," (No, she's sleeping with Alexandra, you're staying with Charlie) He replied making both brothers angry.

They started talking over each other, yelling and shouting, you definitely made out more than one curse word. You looked over at Alex silently asking if she knew what was happening, but she just shrugged.

"You're so annoying, Lorenzo, Je jure devant Dieu que j'aurai une chambre d'hôtel !" (I swear to God I will get a hotel room!) He screamed making everyone quiet down.

"Don't yell at me, it was maman's idea," he looked at his brothers a little guiltily, making everyone look towards the eldest woman on the table.

"It's okay, Charlie, reste avec ta petite amie, Arthur soit avec ton ami." (Charlie, stay with your girlfriend, Arthur be with your friend.) Everyone seemed to be okay with the decision, though you didn't know what the decision was.

Arthur patted your shoulder, making you get up and follow him to his room. As soon as you walked in you kicked your shoes off, falling face-first on the soft king-sized bed. He followed suit, dropping himself on the opposite end of the bed, and turning his head to face you.

"I don't think your brother and mum like me very much, Princie," You spoke in a soft voice, too tired to even sit up.

"Nah, they are just over-protective," he answered, his voice nothing but a whisper.

Slowly your eyes drifted shut, letting yourself succumb to sleep.

"Bonne nuit, chérie."

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Claim Her Name (Caitlin Foord x Reader x Steph Catley)

A/n requested smut

Star marks the start of smut 18+, Minors DNI

Also apologising in advance

Claim Her Name (Caitlin Foord X Reader X Steph Catley)

There's a small breeze that blows through the house on a hot summer afternoon. The heatwave had been practically killing any effort to try and get anything productive done, but the cool air was a nice turn.

So you'd opened up the house and started on the list of chores you hadn't touched yet.

Clad in one of Steph's black arsenal jerseys, and just underwear, you clear out most of them within a few hours.

Midway through scrubbing down the benches in the kitchen and cooking, your ears perk up enough to hear a car pull into the driveway, and two doors slam shut.

You continue to hum with a small smile, knowing it was just Steph and Caitlin.

What you aren't expecting is the bickering coming from the two. And what you definitely aren't expecting is the conversation they're having.

Lord knows they didn't have a filter when they got like this.

"Oh come on Caitlin, like she cums any harder in your jersey than she does in mine."

"She does! Thank you very much. That was proven a week ago."

"How? She wasn't even in your jersey. She was wearing a plain Arsenal 22/23 kit."

"Still counts."

Theres a huff.

"If that counts, that means she was technically wearing my jersey too!"

"Like shit! I was the one to make her cum, therefore it counts for me, not you."

You shake your head as you hear them slowly approach the kitchen. Only then do you realise there's a name on the back of your jersey, and you quietly curse, knowing you won't hear the end of it from either of them.

As they approach the kitchen, Steph pauses mid argument, spotting you standing with your hands leaning against the bench, watching the doorway.

"Alright babe, who do you think is right here? Who makes you cum the hardest in who's jersey?"

"Wooow, 'Hey baby, we're home, we missed you so much, wow, what smells so good? Thank you for cooking dinner. We love you.' Aww, thanks, my loves, I missed you both so much as well, I hope training went alright, I love you too!"

Caitlin bursts out laughing, and Steph slaps her palm against her forehead before shuffle jogging over silently to apologise. Her hands find your waist from behind, turning you to her, and she mumbles a soft apology against your lips, noting your lack of pants.

"Hey baby, sorry, you know us getting into it. Dinner does smell really good. Thank you for cooking. And might I say, you do look absolutely ravishing with my name on your back."

You glare playfully at her, poking her in the shoulder.

"Kiss-ass."

A cheeky grin crosses her face.

"I'd definitely do that."

You roll your eyes and turn to the now pouting Caitlin.

"What's up with you?"

"You're wearing her number over mine."

Your brow raises.

"Babe, I was wearing yours yesterday... and the day before that... and five out of seven days last week."

Her cheeks flush a little, and she huffs.

You just chuckle and shake your head at her. While you're having this conversation, Steph slides her hands down to your hips, admiring the sight of her name on your back.

One hand slips up your back again and gently rubs at your shoulder, and she presses into you, nearly pinning you against the counter.

"God baby, you're killing me here." It's muttered next to your ear.

"Oh, I'm killing YOU, am I?" It's said with a soft giggle that escapes your lips.

Your head tilts to the side regardless, and she takes the opportunity to make eye contact with Caitlin as she presses soft kisses to your neck, looking her dead in the eye with a daring gaze.

Before they get too far, though, you shake off the slight haze and duck out from Steph's grip to continue watching the pans on the stove.

Steph huffs, but you silence her with a 'look'.

"Set the table goofballs, dinner's nearly done, and enough with the bickering about my orgasms."

They both quickly rush to do as they're told, always swift to outdo the other. They do love each other, and you can swear they were intimate in their own right, but jesus, were they competitive.

This definitely isn't the first time they've been caught bickering about you, and you're sure it certainly won't be the last.

In the past, it's usually been about who can get you to laugh first or who buys the food closest to what you're craving when you're on your period. But orgasms?

That was a new one. Even for the ever horny Caitlin Foord. You swore her sex drive was through the roof at all times of the day.

Her challenging Steph like that wasn't new, but doing it while walking in the door from training was just taking it to a whole other level.

So you were certainly on guard for the possibility that you were getting jumped tonight. You'd already completed most of the stuff you needed to anyway.

As you all sat and ate at the square table in the dining room, Steph and Caitlin sat either side of you. Occasional chatter comes up, you prompting them about training and them asking if everything went alright today, and if there was anything they could help with after dinner.

That was something you would forever be grateful for. They had one of the busiest careers out there, playing, training, doing media, and prepping for national team duty. Hell, Caitlin had a second job working as a physio.

Then there was you. You worked from home and did most of the chores around the house, and they still insisted they help you with that.

Sure, it was a decently paying job, and you were thankful for that opportunity, but... was it enough? They certainly deserved so much better than what you could give them, right?

Funnily enough, you'd made the mistake of having that same thought about two months ago. You'd expressed that you felt a little lacking in terms of how much you did and nearly took on a second job.

It's not like you needed it. You just felt like you weren't working hard enough.

Of course, Steph and Caitlin were quick to tell you otherwise and prove it. You made sure there was always company at home. You were there for them in ways any other person couldn't be. You always had a fresh, cooked, healthy meal for them.

You still worked your butt off with your current job. You earned nearly half the income in the house. On top of that, the house was always in top shape. You did maintenance, yard work, cleaning, organising, laundry. To them, that was more than enough.

So you kept that one to yourself, knowing you'd only be told otherwise and made a promise to yourself to work on that one later. Maybe a volunteer position might ease that?

Everything you did, your girls were right there with you when they could be.

God, you loved them.

As dinner slows to soft chatter, and as soon as you put your fork down, about to stand to clear the table, both of them stand up, Caitlin grabbing the leftovers to container them and put them away for later, Steph grabbing the dishes to put in the sink to wash.

You watched them move around the kitchen with ease, occasionally ribbing each other lightly, playful banter in the air as they cleaned up.

This was just a routine you'd have to get used to. You get scolded every time you try to do the dishes after dinner.

"Nuh uh, you cooked for us and cleaned all day. Pretty butt in chair baby, we'll finish this."

You took the opportunity to go and start the next load of laundry while they did that, not wanting to sit still for too long.

You hear footsteps pad from behind you into the laundryroom. And you turn to look at Steph, who's now leaning against the doorway, watching you.

"What's up?"

"Nothing, just admiring." A small smile pulling at her lips.

You shake your head slightly and bend down to pick up the next basket to move it, but a pair of hands pull you up, spin you around, and press you against the washing machine.

Steph quickly takes your lips with her own, and it just about knocks the air from your lungs. She lifts you to sit on the machine, and her hands are hot on your thighs, keeping you as close as possible.

Your legs wrap around her, and you chuckle softly as she immediately goes for your neck again.

She had a thing for leaving marks on you. Not that you minded. You never really had anything to do in town and were easy enough to cover when you did. Plus, you enjoyed the feeling of both of them claiming you like this.

Her mouth trails over the junction of your neck and shoulder, teeth pulling at the skin and lips soothing the ministrations. Your hands slip up the back of her shirt, gently scratching the skin where you know it riles her up.

Her grip on your legs tightens a little as you do so, fingers digging into the skin, leaving you keening as she kisses you again.

Her tongue dips between your lips, leaving you whimpering softly, melting completely into her.

"You're so fucking sexy dressed like this baby. You have no idea how much I love seeing my name on your back."

You breathlessly chuckle as she returns to work on your neck.

"Oh, I think I have a little idea."

At that, she pulls you to the edge of the machine, nudging you to lift your hips as she pulls your underwear off from beneath you.

"I'm sure we can remedy that then and give you the full idea."

She drops to her knees, pulling her hair back with a hair tie and a small wink that, if you'd been standing, would have taken your knees out from under you.

Thankfully, the window in the laundry room is frosted, so it's not entirely obvious to the outside world what you're doing.

"Jesus baby, you're killing me."

Her breath fans your centre as she pulls you right to the edge of the machine. Her eyes meet yours as she wiggles her brows at you and you laugh.

"All in a days work."

"Yeah, yeah, now hush and fuck me."

Steph kisses at your inner thigh, a teasing smile on her lips. "So demanding."

With that, she kisses at your clit, tongue peaking out to swipe up your slit.

Your head lulls back, and you lean back fully on your hands with a soft moan. One hand moves to grip the back of her head as she moves her tongue in zigzags, moving just enough to work you up, but in no way near enough to finish from it.

"Steph." It comes out as a soft sigh, almost pleading with her.

"Shh baby, we've got time."

Her tongue lazily drags up your taste into her mouth as her lips wrap around your clit to suck gently.

You look down to make eye contact with her, fingers running through the loose hair, gripping it slightly. It makes you moan a little louder this time as she dips her tongue inside you.

"And to think, you told me you were just helping her do laundry."

You meet Caitlin's eye in the doorway, wondering how long she'd been standing there off to the side.

Steph pulls away for a moment, making you whine softly.

"Was wondering when you were gonna get in here."

"Baby, please." You urge Steph's head back towards you.

She tuts playfully at you, hands pressing your legs wider, as she signals your other girlfriend to join her. Caitlin just shakes her head.

"You said you could make her cum harder. Prove it."

"Technically, you said that, I only said it wasn't true in your case."

You groan out, a little frustrated now.

"Guys, fuck the techinicalities, can one of you please just continue, your head is between my legs, you should be making me cum, not arg- shiiitt"

Steph dives in just about straight away. This time, it's much more aggressive and leaves you bucking your hips against her face.

One hand slips away from your inner thigh and moves to press two digits to your entrance. Her fingers dip inside slow, teasing, and it sends tingles up your spine.

Her arm moves with her thrusts, bicep tensing with each stroke. Steph feels you clench around her fingers and speeds up her strokes to match your hips thrusting against her.

Her other arm has to eventually move to hold you down, though, in order to keep her mouth where you need it.

Your hips start to jerk a little more, and as her fingers curl just right inside you, you clench tightly. She knows you're close and speeds up a little, tapping your g-spot, throwing you closer as your chest starts to rise and fall rapidly.

Her tongue zigzagging harshly over your clit is what sends you over with a squeaked cry, curses tumbling from your lips.

Your toes curl, your eyes are clenched shut, and your fingernails bite into your palms as your orgasm crashes through you.

What Steph hadn't seen as she fucked you was Caitlin leaving the doorway and returning a second later. With something in hand.

She spots the forward, now wandering into the room with a short sleeve black away jersey.

As you come down from the high, a little hazey from the impromptu orgasm, you see Caitlin and spot whats now in her hand.

"We're gonna run a little experiment, baby, tonight is all about you."

You lift your head off the wall with a slight kink in your brow.

"Like y'all don't do that ceremoniously every other night."

Her hand comes up to rest on your cheek, thumb tugging gently at your bottom lip.

"But, if you let me finish, we see who can make you cum harder in who's jersey."

You whimper slightly, at the same time Steph removes her fingers from you and stands to your level.

"You get to cum as much as you want, but, at the end of each orgasm, give us a rating."

"Seriously?" You look at them a little unimpressed, you weren't physically prepared for tonight by any means and plus, they know well and true that you won't be able to answer them after the fifth or so orgasm.

Steph moves back to stand between your legs and kiss at your neck, mumbling into your ear.

"We can take it easy, and take as long you like baby, but you'll be cumming later either way."

You huff slightly before nodding.

"Jesus, you're both gonna be the death of me." You murmur, closing your eyes as her teeth nip at the new unmarked skin.

"Then, 7/10, the mouth work was 10/10, but the location was questionable. My ass hurts now too."

Her lips detach from your neck, and she pulls away with a pouty look on her face. "Sorry baby, rating's a rating."

With that, you feel a new pair of hands grab your legs.

You sit up to kiss Caitlin as she hikes you into her arms, lifting you off the machine completely and walking you to the bedroom, Steph trailing behind.

Your arms tighten around her neck, pulling her down with you as she tries to set you down, and you giggle softly at the look on her face when she lands on top of you.

She's nestled between your legs, and her hands keep her from entirely leaning on you, though you put an end to that and pull her down onto you, keeping your legs tight around her to take her full weight.

She smirks against your lips, and her hand slips between you, riding up under the black jersey. She grabs at your chest, palming it as she leans off to the side slightly to get more access.

You moan as she works at your chest, kneading and pinching at your nipple.

Suddenly, her weight disappears off you as she sits up and pulls you with her. You barely register her hands, pulling one jersey off and replacing it with her own.

The moment it's back on, you're pushed backwards again. This time, she's settled on either side of your left leg, straddling it. Her hands pull her own shirt off with you staring at her stomach as she does so.

She chuckles at your expression and leans down to capture your lips again.

Caitlin's hand moves between your legs, and you jolt slightly, still a little sensitive. Her finger rubs slowly at your clit, making you sigh softly into her mouth.

She pulls away with a small nip to your lower lip and kisses to your collarbone and slips down to level with your pussy.

You feel the bed shift to your left. It's Steph, but she doesn't move to touch you. You beckon her over, but she doesn't move, only shakes her head no at you.

You whine softly, "Why not?"

"Because we're not allowed to touch you while the other is doing her thing, those are rules, sorry baby."

You huff slightly, "Fuck the rules."

Caitlin raises a brow at Steph.

"Or you could let her do her thing and fuck you instead?"

You almost protest, but Caitlin's tongue interrupts you.

Her first swipe makes you let out a breathy sigh. Her next is much harsher, and you moan into the cool night air. She dives straight into you after that, and your head drops to the pillow beneath it, eyes clenched shut.

She works you up the same as the defender had, but when she sneaks two fingers into your entrance, you notice she's paired it with something else and it sends heat straight to your gut at the thought.

It's a vibrating ring.

When she snuck that on, you had no idea, but that thought quickly gets wiped away, as she fully pushes the first two fingers in and holds her third tight to the other two.

You can hear Steph protest from next to you.

"Cheating little shit."

Caitlin just winks cheekily at her and doubles her efforts. To your credit, you hold off for as long as you can, but in the end, her lips sucking harshly at your clit is what sends you over. And fast.

Caitlin has a smirk on her face as she brings you down. And when she pulls away, you give her a joking thumbs up.

"8/10, sneaky choice with the ring, but didn't it last long enough. Great mouth work, still wearing pants, though."

Steph growls at that.

"What happened to no outside influence?"

Caitlin shrugs, a cheeky grin on her face.

"It was technically inside her."

Steph huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Fine, how about we rework the rules since you so clearly won't stick to them. We'll make so we can use any toy to make her cum."

She turns to you, which you'd been watching them with hooded eyes and a small amused smile on your face.

"What about you, baby? Any input?"

"You know I'm not gonna have input, babe, I'm here for the orgasms and the entertainment."

She rolls her eyes and turns back to Caitlin.

"Well? What's your input?"

Caitlin taps her fingers on her chin, pretending to think for a moment.

"We can use anything?"

Steph sighs and nods.

"Within reason and at the discretion of Y/n."

Caitlin immediately sticks her hand out.

"Deal."

Steph raises both brows at her before shaking her hand and her own head at the girl. You giggle at the two. Your goofballs.

"Alright, back in a second."

She steps off the bed and heads into the walk-in wardrobe, pulling out a box you know all too well. She pulls off the lid and tosses it, setting the box down at the end of the bed before kneeling to dig through it.

You wiggle your way down, leaning on your elbows to look over at what she's pulling out. She goes to grab a small vibrator but stops when she notices you watching her.

She quickly shoos you back up the bed, and you whine but do so. She pulls out a few objects that you can't see and leaves them layed out on the carpet where you can't get a glimpse from your position.

The first thing she does is grab the blindfold and shift up the bed, straddling your waist. Damn, you were banking on her not doing that.

You sit up obediently, and she ties it around your head tightly, making sure to shift it so there's no chance for you to peak.

"This stays on for the rest of tonight, so there's no chance she sees what we're about to do. Senses heightened kind of thing. Tends to make you cum harder."

You hear Caitlin speak up from beside you.

"Eye contact is pretty hot though."

Steph scoffs.

"Good luck getting her to keep it."

You make a mock offended noise.

"Excuse me." You huff.

"Yeah, no, sorry babe, you kind of make it difficult when you won't sit still long enough." Caitlin chuckles slightly.

"Seriously?"

"Yup." Is Steph's answer and you pout softly.

She shifts off you and the bed moves as she steps off it. You hear some rustling for a bit before she gets back onto the bed.

"Turn over on your stomach."

You do so carefully as to not just fall off the bed, and Steph's hands guide your hips up slightly to slip a pillow beneath them.

A bottle lid is cracked open, and you assume it's lube.

"We agreed no butt stuff, right?"

Two seconds of silence.

"Baby, we talked about this, and been there done that was a big no, so yes, it's a no, no butt stuff."

"Just double checking" There's a little tone behind it. Steph sighs slightly, and Caitlin stifles a laugh.

"Alright, so the brat tone ends now."

"Geez sorry." You work out why she says it pretty quickly.

A smack to the left cheek makes you jump slightly.

"Yes."

Another smack to the right cheek.

"Yes Ma'am."

You can hear your other girlfriend snort behind her hand and your cheeks burn as you realise what you said.

"Not what I meant, but that's a better answer." You hear the surprised but amused tone behind it.

Steph continues, and you feel her fingers dip into you, the lube cold, and it sends shivers up your spine, and you sigh into the pillow.

There's some more rustling as Steph leans back off you for a second.

"God, Steph, you're gonna kill the poor girl."

That makes you perk up again suddenly.

"Babe..."

"Babe."

"Caitlin." It's said in a more stern tone.

"Steph."

"Shut the fuck up."

"Yes, Ma'am." She says it jokingly, and your cheeks only go redder at that.

You whine into the pillow lightly.

"Can we please drop that? It was in the heat of the moment."

"I'll think about it." Yeah, no, she's not gonna let that one go.

"Oh for the love of fuck Cait, please?"

"I said I'd think about it." Her tone is mocking yours now.

"Will you stop shit stirring?" Steph's a little annoyed by now.

You snort.

It's a not so soft smack now. And you yelp.

"Okay, sorry...Ma'am... Sorry, Ma'am."

"Are you done?"

"Caitlin." It's her final warning tone.

You assume Caitlin at least acknowledges that silently because you feel Steph's hands move your legs apart, and she kneels between them.

At first, you think it's the vibrator she went to grab earlier, but it feels much bigger than that, and it's definitely not any dildo you own or the red and white strap you have for that matter either.

You can tell it's a strap, though, judging by the fact you can feel Steph lean over you as she pushes the tip in.

It stretches you out enough that you have to gulp in air as she moves in slowly, eventually bottoming out, hips against your own.

"That's it, just breathe baby, you're doing so well. You can take it. I know you can." That has you whimpering as you grit your teeth and bury your face into the pillow below you.

You wiggle your hips a little to adjust to the stretch of it.

"That's a girl. Take your time."

Your hips push back a little, and you relax a bit more to take it better.

"Good girl." It's a little breathy now, and it sends goosebumps up your arm, and you keen under the praise. Her lips press soft kisses to your back and shoulder, a comforting touch when you need it.

She slowly pulls out and pushes back in. Her hips move carefully, letting you feel it drag against your insides as you calm your breathing to relax more and let the strap in better.

Her thrusts speed up a little, hips slapping against yours a little harder now, and you moan softly into the pillow.

The thrusts start moving faster, into more of a pounding motion, and she grabs your hair to turn your head to the side, away from the pillow muffling you.

"No hiding those noises from us, baby. Let them out. We want to hear you nice and loud."

That's paired with a particularly harsh thrust, and you cry out. She readjusts her hips, thrusting in at the new pace, and her arm wraps around your neck, pulling you back into her body while the other holds her up beside you.

The new angle makes the strap hit and brush against your g-spot and with a renewed vigor at that. You're moaning loudly and in time with her thrusts now.

She's fucking you so hard, the bed starts to shift a little, the frame rocking in time with you both.

Your legs start to shake around her, and she feels the resistance with every thrust.

"Taking my strap so well for me, baby, you wanna cum?"

Her voice is murmured next to your ear, breath hot on your skin.

"So c-close, p-please!"

You stutter each time her hips slap against your ass.

Steph sits back slightly, hand now pushing against the back of your neck, holding you against the mattress.

"Go ahead then, baby girl, cum on my strap, cum for me."

It only takes a moment, and her words make the knot in your stomach snap. Your vision goes white under the darkness of the blindfold, and your mouth drops open with a loud cry.

Steph's thrusts become a little ragged, but she pushes down her own orgasm and slows her high, instead continuing to help bring you down with slow thrusts.

She stops when you whine a bit. Your back rises and falls rapidly with your head buried back in the pillow.

A moment passes, and you're still silent.

Caitlin is now leaning forward on her elbows, sitting in a chair facing the bed, and her pupils have dilated from watching you both.

She watches as Steph leans down carefully, so as not to move her hips. She kisses your shoulder softly.

"You okay?"

You don't move, and you're silent for a second.

"...gimme a minute..."

A smug smile crosses Steph's lips.

"Take all the time you need, sweet girl."

You don't even have to see her face to know it's there. Her voice is enough to know.

"...I think... my deaf grandmother could have heard the smugness in your voice then."

Caitlin recovers enough to snicker at that.

Steph shoots you both a glare, you can feel it burning into the back of your head, and she purposefully jerks her hips, which makes you yelp slightly.

"Baaabe, geez, you just made cream on your cock, be happy."

Caitlin has to hold in a bigger laugh.

"Baby, from my perspective here. If you want to be able to sit on your ass tomorrow, I suggest shutting your mouth. Just, ya know, if Steph's expression is anything to go by."

Steph rolls her eyes.

"Fucking brat."

"Me? Pft never." There's a small smile pulling at your lips now.

Dead silence.

You feel her lean down, her breath fanning your neck, and you tilt your head slightly.

"Sorry.. I love you? 9.5 out of 10, couldn't watch you fucking me but I'm very grateful you made me cum. In fact so grateful, I'll be a good girl for the rest of the night...?" You let out a nervous laugh with it.

...

A soft chuckle in your ear.

"That's what I thought."

She sits up again.

"Still could have gone without the blindfold, though."

"Babe, oh my fucking god. Mouth." There's laughter behind it.

Steph just sighs... and pulls out without warning. Fast.

It leaves you shakingly empty, and you release any air you have left in your lungs.

"Jeeeesus fucking christ."

Two spanks to the left and right cheeks swiftly make you close your mouth.

"Alright, my turn." A thud where Caitlin suddenly gets up and goes to the end of the bed. Steph moves away from you and off the bed with a shaky wobble.

You sit up and pull Steph's jersey off, knowing the course of action now. You hold it out in the direction you think she is, and you hear her laugh from your other side.

Your face flushes.

"Sorry." And you hold it out in the direction of where she was laughing from. She takes it from your hand.

"That's okay, baby."

You can hear Caitlin moving things around in the crate. A couple of items drop onto the bed. One of them jingles slightly and you have a feeling you know exactly what that was.

"Okay!" And she claps her hands together.

"You good?" You ask, mainly concerned she might have lost it somewhere between Steph railing you and finding the handcuffs in the crate.

"Perfect, why?". "Also, you can turn over for me. Leave the pillow under your hips." You can hear the evil grin on her face as you do so.

"No reason." You flash your best innocent smile.

"Jesus, Caitlin, if I didn't end the poor girl, you will."

"Oh, don't you start." You laugh at that.

You hear Steph get up from her spot on the chair. And a small kissing noise.

"I'm sorry baby, proceed."

She returns to her seat.

"I'm gonna combust here if you wait any longer."

"You don't start with me either, because I can make this very complicated for you if you decide to get bratty with me."

"I can't help it. The 9.5/10s bring it out in me."

You hear Steph spit take. You were gonna get it now.

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It took about three hours overall. But it finally comes to an end. In the end, it's Steph who lasts the longest, but you nearly called it quits three orgasms ago.

Caitlin ends up with a leg cramp and has to throw in the towel. Your stubborn girlfriends finally managed to get it out of their system for the night.

Though they do end up bickering about who's jersey you should sleep in and you just sigh and order them to just grab you a plain Arsenal hoodie. They're more comfy anyway.

They're idiots sometimes, but they're your idiots. Your extremely territorial, competitive idiots.

You never did end up telling them who won.

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Oh god it's so fucking long, im sorry 😭

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squirreljoe

1 year ago

The Kit Switch (Mapi León)

Surprise, here's a self-indulgent Mapi fic that no one asked for! I wrote this in a singular sitting and did not edit it at all so hope it doesn't suck, enjoy!!!

Warnings: Implications of intimacy, offhand mention of blood

Rated: L for La Reina Carried this Fic

Word Count: 3,600

“Took you long enough!” You heard someone laugh from across the locker room. Looking up, you saw Mapi standing in the doorway looking adorably smug.

“Sorry chicas, had some business to attend to.” Mapi winked at her teammates and the room was filled with a mixture of wolf whistles and fake gagging. For your part, you simply rolled your eyes, fighting to hide the smile threatening to spread on your face.

“Some business!” Patri shouted as Mapi walked away, earning laughs from the whole team as the blonde woman flipped them off.

Mapi settled into her usual spot in front of her locker, setting her bag on the ground as she prepared to change. From where you were tying up your boots, you risked a look at your teammate from the corner of your eye. It was nice being back at Barça for many reasons but one of your favorites had to be that it meant Mapi was back in her number 4 jersey which meant she was back beside you. Catching your eye as she pulled her shirt over her head, the defender shot you one of her stupid award winning smiles.

“Hola, Y/NN!” She teased, watching as you let your eyes quickly take in her newly shirtless form. In her typical flirty behavior, the girl flexed her abs which only gained an eye roll from you. It was nothing you weren’t used to seeing.

“Hola, María! Those are some real nasty bruises you’ve got there…” You responded, fluttering your eyelashes innocently at her as she narrowed her eyes at the use of her first name. The bruises in question were littered around her torso, peeking out from her sports bra and above the waistband of her shorts. Just about anyone with eyes could tell you exactly what those bruises were from.

The comment was apparently loud enough for others to hear as Mariona and Alexia could be heard simultaneously choking as they tried not to laugh. Mapi at least had the decency to look embarrassed, rushing to pull on her jersey as she muttered a string of curses at you. Laughing, you turned your attention to fixing your braids.

After a while, the boisterous noises of the lockerroom settled down as Alexia stood to address the group. As much as you loved your best friend, you struggled to pay attention to her captain's speech today. While usually you’d hang on her every word, you weren’t particularly worried about today's game against Valencia which made caring about some “pump up” speech particularly hard.

One glance to your right showed Mapi was facing a similar situation, tracing absentmindedly over her tattoos and tapping her foot wildly.

“You know, when I said to show up after me, I didn’t mean to show up almost an hour late.” Mapi’s foot stopped tapping and she whipped her head to face you, eyes wide that you were mentioning this now of all times. Her eyes searched the faces around you to see if anyone had heard but all of your teammates seemed too engaged by Ale to be paying your whispered words any attention.

“Y/N!” The blonde hissed, making you giggle as you leaned back against your locker.

“Just saying, it was almost more suspicious that you were that late. And then to have all of those little bites on full display? Tsk tsk tsk..” ” You couldn’t keep the smirk off your face as Mapi began to blush, glaring harshly at you as you clicked your tongue in disapproval.

“Cierra la boca! I got distracted…” She groaned, shoving at you discreetly as you resisted the urge to laugh.

“Distracted, eh? Fell back asleep didn’t you?” It was a playful accusation but also a valid guess, it was more often than not that you’d have to drag Mapi out of bed to make sure she got to practice on time. Actually, it was exactly that reason that you’d had to suggest that Mapi arrive separately to the game today. For the last week or so, the two of you had consistently been arriving together and many of the girls were quick to jump to conclusions about the pair of you spending all your time together. Especially Mapis' roommates who were well aware that the blonde hadn’t been sleeping many nights in her own bed.

Now, it wasn’t that they were wrong in their assumptions. Oftentimes, Mapi and you found yourselves tangled up in your bed sheets or too caught up in conversation for her to get home in a timely manner so she just spent her time at your place. However, it didn’t mean that you wanted all the other women you spent the majority of your time with to have yet another thing to tease you about. And so, there was a certain degree of separation the two of you had to observe in order to keep everyone off your tails.

Thankfully, the team was too convinced that you were straight and that Mapi was too much of a player for there to actually be anything going on.

“Your bed is comfy.” She admitted, giving you a rather pathetic look that made you blush softly.

Before you could respond, a smack on the back of your head garnered your attention. Turning around quickly, you had some choice words ready to leave your mouth before you saw who had committed the little act of violence.

“Hands to yourself, Caro!” You huffed, smacking back at your national team teammate.

“Well if you two would pay attention I wouldn’t have to make you!” Caroline whined, trying to duck out of the way of your hand.

“Oh, I’ll show you attention!” You teased, lunging at your teammate and tackling her to the ground. Alexia, who had just finished her speech and was about to gather the girls to line up, let out a sigh as she watched the two of you tumble to the ground. Thanks to your Norwegian roots, you had known Caroline for a long time and had only gotten closer to her when she’d joined you at Barcelona in 2019. But as a result, it wasn’t an unusual sight to see the two of you tusseling or goofing off in the same way the Spain players did.

“Ay, dios mío. Someone get their girls!” Alexia groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose at your antics. You both heard your captain but, instead of separating yourselves like sane people, continued to wrestle as you attempted to get out from under the older girl's hold.

“Mi amor-” Someone started, clearly trying to listen to their captain.

“What!” You and Caro both snapped, turning from facing each other to look towards whoever had spoken.

Much to the team's amusement, it was Marta who stood facing the two of you looking unusually tough as she stepped forward in some attempt to get you two to stop.

“Oh? So you’re Marta’s amor now too, Y/NN?” Caro teased from above you, raising an eyebrow as she poked at you for responding to her girlfriend. The teasing only served to fuel you though as you glared up at her in embarrassment. Instead of stopping like Marta had wanted, you responded by flipping the two of you over so it was not you pinning down Caro.

“Min elskede!” A voice said sternly, stopping every single Norwegian player in their tracks. Your head shot up as you looked for Ingrid, the only other Norwegian speaking person on the team, but your teammate looked just as shocked as she held her hands up in innocence. Then it hit you and you could feel your entire face flush red in embarrassment.

Your mind wandered to this morning when you’d been leaving, or trying to leave, your apartment.

–---

“You have so much time! Just come back to bed for a little bit…” Mapi whined as she hugged you from behind, burying her head in your neck.

“I have to see the trainers, you know that. Plus I need to get a headstart on you if we want to try and avoid their teasing today.” You sighed, attempting to remove her arms from around your waist.

“Don’t leave me.” She whispered, her lips connecting to that spot just underneath your ear that she knew you liked so much.

“Min elskede…” You groaned, almost giving in to her touch. You could feel her smirk against your skin, it wasn’t usual that she could get you speaking in your native language as you’d become so adapted to some mix of Spanish and English after being with Barcelona for the past six years.

–---

Turning your head you locked eyes with Mapi who was standing with her hands on her hips, giving you a look that was some sort of mix between amusement and annoyance.

When you looked back down at Caro, the girl's eyes had gone wide and before she could open her mouth to translate the term, you silenced her with a look. Not wishing for any more embarrassment, you climbed off of your friend, offering her a hand up.

“Didn’t think Mapi would be the one to separate that!” Asisat whistled, earning chimes of agreement throughout the team.

“When’d you learn Norwegian?”

“More like WHERE did you learn Norwegian?”

“Ay, what did you even SAY?”

Multiple teammates called out, questioning the center back who just waved them off with a laugh.

“I got them separated and that’s all you need to know, I’ll take my thanks now!” She declared, holding her hands out expectantly only to be met with groans and jeers from the other girls.

Meanwhile, as everyone was being ushered to line up, you were in a heated staring contest with your Norwegian teammates.

“Min elskede?!?” Caroline whisper-yelled in your face, her eyes wide in disbelief. Ingrid was in a similar state, arms crossed over her chest as she stared at you waiting for an explanation to the term of endearment.

“Come on grasshoppers, get in the tunnel!” Marta yelled from the exit of the locker room, effectively saving you from her girlfriend.

“Oh no, got to go!” You yelped, slipping out of the locker room past Marta who flashed you a sympathetic look and you gave her a grateful smile.

As you jogged up to your spot being Mapi in the lineup, you flashed a smile to the camera person who caught all of the Norwegian players sliding out of the locker room late. You peeked up and saw the countdown, taking a steadying breath as you waited to walk out. Mapi, cheeky as ever, dared a glance over her shoulder and shot you a wink that made you contemplate throttling her right there on national television. Instead, you settled on whispering in her ear.

“You’ll pay for that later.” You purposefully hid your face just close enough to her ear that no camera could catch you, your voice low enough to go undetected. It clearly had its intended effect though as you watched the girl in front of you tense and straighten up slightly. Leaning back, a new smug smile on your face, you let yourself finally get into the game mindset.

“Gracias for your help back there.” Alexia smirked, clasping her hand on Mapis' shoulder as she walked to the front of the lineup. There was something devious sparkling in your captain's eyes as she looked Mapi over but you couldn’t quite place what it was.

“Anything for you, La Reina.” Mapi laughed, winking at the older girl who just rolled her eyes in response as she walked away.

“She’s going to kill you one day.” You pointed out, earning a laugh both from your teammates and the Valencia girls beside you. Mapi just laughed in response, shrugging her shoulders.

“Maybe, but not today! We’ve got a game to win, min elskede.”

Once again, the urge to throttle this girl on live television returned. Especially when the comment garnered a kick in the heel from Caroline who stood behind you. You didn’t get a chance to comment on anything though because the lines started moving for you to get out onto the pitch.

—---

By the thirtieth minute of the match, you were itching for a goal. You had assisted Asisat and Alexia but between the teasing and the tustling you’d endured today, you were ready for your own shot.

And Alexia delivered. As Valencia's defense pushed up, Alexia danced around the top of the box, head on a swivel and catching you just as you’d made yourself clear of Guerrero. With a perfect cross delivered just ahead of you, you timed the run in and delivered. The ball skid across the ground, hopping just past Salóns outstretched hands and into the bottom right corner of the net.

Alexia was of course the first person to you, her arms wrapping around you as she screamed your name.

“Beautiful, beautiful!” She kissed the top of your head, gaining a laugh from you.

“All on you and that pass, Ale!” You grinned, grateful for the assist.

“Just trying to pay you back, número cuatro.” Alexia smirked, the mischievous sparkle back in her eyes as you looked at her in confusion. Sure you were number four for Norway but that wasn’t something Alexia would ever bring up this randomly, certainly not as a nickname.

“Also, you're lucky these refs are shit or else that wouldn’t have happened.” She added as you jogged back over to restart the game. Confused, you raised an eyebrow and she just looked you over once and gave you a pointed look.

“I mean, any other ref would’ve booked you both but I guess these four like a fashion statement!” Your captain laughed, patting you on the head before running back to midfield. Still confused, you looked down at yourself. You literally weren’t wearing anything different today? No no mismatching socks, no jewelry, no KT tape, just your jersey and-

Oh. Maybe, not just your jersey.

—---

While you loved having Mapi staying at your place so often, it sometimes made things difficult. You already weren’t the most organized of humans so adding doubles of everything you owned proved to be frustrating for you.

“Mapi! Have you seen my boots?” You yelled, shaking the bag that normally held your boots but now appeared to be empty. You had a pair at the facility you could use but it was a home kit day which meant you wanted to wear your red boots and not the navy ones.

“By the laundry! They’re with your warmups!” Mapi answered, shouting to be heard over the sound of the shower.

Sure enough, you found your boots sitting by the washer. Huffing in annoyance at Mapi’s spot on prediction, you snatched up your boots and warmups. Before you could leave the patio though, you caught sight of a folded pair of blue shorts. How did those get there? You were almost certain that you’d left all of your game day gear in the bedroom. Sighing at your own forgetfulness, you snatched up the clothing and added it to your bag.

Later, after you had gotten to the stadium and were getting game day ready with your teammates, Mapi was running around your apartment wildly. She swore she’d left her shorts on the patio! After getting blood on hers at the last home game, she’d brought her spares to your apartment to wash just in case the equipment staff weren’t able to save her primary pair. Already incredibly late and still slightly asleep from her nap, she was starting to get frustrated. Circling back to the bedroom, she did one last check. Thankfully it paid off, because laying haphazardly on the dresser were a pair of blue and red shorts. Exclaiming happily, Mapi stuffed the shorts in her bag before making her way to the front door.

–---

You turned around and looked across the field at your girlfriend, eyes wide as you took her in. Sure enough, on full display was a bright white number five. Your number five.

Distracted, you almost missed the ball coming back into play. Somehow, you got back into the game, painfully aware of the number four emblazoned on your shorts. When you assisted Mario on her goal, you could feel the cameras on you as you celebrated. Your mind wandered back to the earlier goals in the game, the way you and Mapi had both reached Alexia at the same time to congratulate her. With the two of you side by side the cameras certainly caught the shorts switch, there was no way they hadn’t. Groaning, you knew there was absolutely no living this one down.

The moment the halftime whistle blew, you grabbed Alexia by the wrist and sprinted towards the locker room. A quick glance over your shoulder showed you that Mapi was close behind you while everyone else was taking their sweet time. Once you were inside you shoved your best friend back harshly.

“When did you notice?!?” You shouted, anger radiating from your body. The mischievous glint was gone from Alexia’s eyes now, replaced with shock.

“Y/NN-” She started, her voice soft and cautious.

“Don’t Y/NN me! When did you notice?” You repeated the question, not taking your eyes off of her.

“Y/N.” This time it was Mapi who spoke, placing a hand on your shoulder that you barely resisted shaking off.

“The locker room, while you were fighting with Caro.” Alexia answered honestly, making you clench your jaw. You felt Mapi squeeze your shoulder, an attempt to ground you and remember who you were talking to before you opened your mouth and said something stupid. The woman in front of you was your best friend, but she was also your captain.

“And you didn’t say anything?” Your voice was tight with strain, trying desperately to smother your obvious annoyance.

“Maybe I would have, but you weren’t paying me attention anyways.” She challenged, a rather dismissive look on her face now that she’d overcome the initial shock. Even over your own anger though, you heard the hurt in her tone. Your brain was working at a million miles an hour but you quickly put two and two together. Alexia didn’t want to embarrass you just because she felt like it, she was hurt because her best friend didn’t listen to her. At the realization, you softened.

“Ale, I’m sorry I was so distracted during your pregame talk.” The apology was authentic, it hadn’t been intentional. Alexia smiled at you, nodding her head in acceptance.

“And I’m sorry for not telling you that you weren’t wearing your own shorts. Truce?” Alexia held a hand out to you and you didn’t hesitate to take it in your own.

“Truce.” You agreed, pulling her in for a hug. Behind you, you heard Mapi sigh in relief.

“Gracias, Ale.” Mapi smiled, nodding her head at Alexia.

“Ha! Please, I wasn’t apologizing to you. I was going to tell you in the tunnel but you decided to hit me with that ridiculous nickname!” Alexia admitted. Your jaw dropped slightly but you couldn’t help laughing as Mapi stared at her blankly.

“Are you serious right now?” Mapi questioned, looking less than thrilled.

“So serious, my beloved.” Now it was both of your turns to be shocked as Alexia practically purred out the last part of her sentence. You had expected the recognition from your Norwegian teammates but you were baffled that Alexia of all people was the one to translate the term of endearment.

“Oh, SHIT! THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID?!?!” Aitana shouted, which brought your attention to the fact that at some point your teammates had entered the locker room.

“Fuck me…” You groaned, facepalming as realization washed over all of your teammates.

“No thanks, sounds like that’s Mapi’s job!” Patri fired back as you silently wished the floor would open up and swallow you whole.

“You do realize you basically just outed me, yes?” The question was directed at Alexia who just shrugged back at you, a smirk back on her lips.

“I don’t know, I think you did that for yourself. I mean, or should we assess Mapi’s bruises again? Matter of fact, I vote we check you for some of your own!” Alexia teased, reaching for the hem of your jersey as you smacked her hand and jumped away from her.

“Cut it outttttt!” You whined, moving to hide behind Mapi who looked like she could absolutely do nothing to defend you in this moment but hey the thought was nice.

“Fine fine, you’re safe for now! But go switch shorts, we’ve got a second half to play!”

As the team headed the rest of the way into the room to sit at their lockers or grab water, Mapi and you hung back.

“Well, I guess they know.” Mapi joked, untying her (your?) shorts and quickly taking them off to switch with you.

“Mhm, I guess they do.” You relented, handing over the shorts you’d accidentally stolen and sliding on your actual pair.

“Yeah, just wait until they realize we aren’t just fucking.” She said it loud enough that the team could hear her, intentionally raising her voice and staring into your eyes challengingly.

“Wait a SECOND!” Caroline shouted, jumping to her feet in realization that Mapi basically just admitted that you two were seriously together.

“I fucking hate you.” You groaned, leaning your head against her chest as you prepared yourself for the insistent questioning you knew was bound to come. Mapi just smiled, wrapping her arms around you and placing a kiss on your head.

“I love you too, min elskede.”

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yeah so there's that. i felt like we were lacking in mapi content so i gave myself three hours to write something without a prompt and this is what you get. anyhow!

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squirreljoe

2 years ago

The power of Sebastian Vettel.

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sebastian formula 1 f1 sebastian vettel going to miss this so much grid ‘22

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squirreljoe

2 years ago

😮‍💨😮‍💨

john in orange?? 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

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squirreljoe

2 years ago

Honestly Best thing I’ve ever read ngl!😍

❣️!Love to hate you!❣️

Pairing: kylian mbappe X fem OC (Cherrie)

Word count : 6.2k

Warnings : kylian and Cherrie being mean little bitches to each other. (With love though). Love/hate. Mostly fluff . Enjoy xoxo

The players stood gathered in a close circle by the edge of the pitch as they all looked over to the tunnel with various expressions on their faces .

Some of amusement , a little bit of worry but mostly exasperation as they watched kylian lean against the wall beside the tunnel with a face full of thunder as he looked down at his watch impatiently .

Neymar was the first one to break the uneasy silence that had settled between them as they all waited for the real shit show to began. It was surprisingly off schedule today as usually they would arrive to the pitch to the drama already having begun.

But a certain someone was late.

And with each minute that passed with no sign of Cherrie appearing , kylian's face grew more and more pinched .

He was seconds away from starting to tap his foot like a pissed off parent too.

"Do you think it's ever going to stop?" Neymar mused as he leant his elbow against lionel's shoulder , ignore the look his friend gave him as he put all his weight onto his side.

Both Ramos and achraf pursed their lips and simply looked over at him like he had said something stupid.

Even Lionel snorted . Shaking his head like a disapproving father would.

"Is that a no then?" He asked again just to be sure. Grinning when they all rolled their eyes at him.

Ramos let out out a amused laugh , grinning to himself as they all watched the woman of the hour slowly start to appear from the end of the tunnel.

They could see her dragging her feet with sunglasses over her face , hesitantly peering around the corner as though she was about to face a fire breathing dragon.

She wasn't far off. Because the minute kylian clocked her arriving out of the corner of his eye, he almost starting breathing steam from his ears as he huffed and pushed himself off the wall quickly .

Stomping over there till he was stood in front of the tunnel with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, a cold glare already being levelled in her direction.

It was no secret to anyone that the two players just didn't seem to get on.

No matter how many team bonding exercises that they had been forced to participate in , each one had ended with the both of them in a screaming match while their friends had to rush over and physically separate them to stop a crime from taking place .

Both of them would be pointing fingers at the other in blame , refusing to admit which one of them had started it this time .

Although it didn't really matter who started it because the argument never seemed to fucking end.

Their friends had begun to understand the phrase of 'never go to bed angry with your partner' because they realised that it was applied to the pitch too.

Because when Cherrie and kylian left the match angry at each other , it wouldn't just be left at that. The bitterness and anger would then be dragged into the next day , and the next and the next .

They no longer argued about anything that made sense either .

At the beginning most of their fighting had been because of the fact that Cherrie was very close friends with Erling haaland.

And for some reason , kylian, had stupidly just expected her to let her friendship with his rival fade to nothing when she had arrived at psg as the newest player on their team.

But she hadn't because she simply told him that she didn't give a shit about how he felt about haaland , he was her friend , not his, she wasn't doing anything wrong and she wasn't about to lose a decades worth of friendship to soothe kylian's pride! No fucking way.

It had all went rapidly down hill after that.

With kylian deeming her a traitor and accusing her of probably telling Erling all of their tactics like a two faced snake .

Lionel had to physically grab a hold of Cherrie before she tried to de-kneecap their star player .

They had quickly learned that day that Cherrie had a mouth of a sailor and tongue like a fucking razor when she was upset .

Because the curses and insults that had started flying out of her mouth towards the player were... honestly , very impressive and more than a little scary.

She wasn't afraid to get up in his face and dish back what he spat out.

If kylian 'accidentally' tackled her during training , Then she 'accidentally' kicked him in the balls with the studded heel of her boot facing up.

Things got ridiculously petty , incredibly fast.

Although it brought some amusement to their friends to see the both of them constantly competing against each other , even though they were on the same team.

Several times their coach and their team had warned the two Young players that they needed to put their differences aside and become a United front. That they needed to stop being so prideful and become friends.

Both of them had apparently went deaf during that meeting because not even the next day they had all stood back and watched in disbelief as they started rolling around on the pitch fighting together , kicking at each other and cursing each other out like little kids after kylian had once again 'accidentally' took the ball from her .

The ball had became long forgotten when Cherrie had tackled him to the floor and put kylian in a headlock. Leaving their teammates to rush over and tried to separate them.

His friend , achraf, had been in disbelief as he watched his best friend refuse to stop winding her up even when he was being choked out.

'Is that the best you got snake?!' He had merely hissed back at her as he threw his body back so the both went sprawling back onto the pitch , Cherrie still refused to let his head go even as the referee had been blowing his whistle above them like a mad man.

In the end the both of them had been red carded and sent off the pitch like naughty school kids . The two of them still pushing and shoving at each other's body as they stormed off , still insulting each other childishly . Not caring that their manager looked like he wanted to kill them.

And it hasn't gotten much better after that.

Only their friends found it more than a little strange how that despite kylian's constant vocal 'hatred.' Of Cherrie , he couldn't seem to leave her alone!

Lionel had been the first one to point it out . After Watching kylian lean forward in his seat once Cherrie had been sent off the pitch with an injury from a particularly nasty tackle .

Kylian hasn't been playing that match but Lionel had felt like he had been from the constant shouting and personal refereeing he was doing from beside him.

Every time that Cherrie had the ball , kylian would be muttering something about how she wasn't doing it up to his standard .

Like 'she was too slow on that tackle' or his favourite 'she should have just taken the shot!' Even though she was not even halfway close to the goal.

Yet when they had watched the other team start to target Cherrie and get more careless and dirty with their tackles .

Kylian had turned into a mega motormouth.

He had started cursing out every single player that even so much as nudged her . Snapping insults about the player that had absolutely nothing to do with football at all.

Lionel had then noticed the way that kylian had been unable to sit still after she had gotten injured, growing more antsy when she refused to be pulled out of the game. Determined that she could play on.

Kylian had been huffing and puffing beside him like a concerned mother hen.

"She's lost her mind!" He had exclaimed as he glared down at the pitch to where she was stumbling along.

He then turned to him with a scowl "you see what I mean? She does stupid things! She's going to hurt herself even more! And it's her birthday soon. Does she want to party with a limp?!" He sounded far too concerned for someone that apparently hated her guts.

Lionel had tried to calm him down. Aware of the cameras panning in the direction for their reaction.

"She'll be okay. She's strong." He had simply told him.

Only for his eyes to widen in surprise when kylian snapped his head over to him quickly , pulling a face like he was the stupid one.

Scoffing loudly "she's just pretends to be! She won't admit that somethings wrong. She could literally be bleeding from her eyes and she would tell us that it was just 'a headache' and that it's 'no big deal!" He mocked her girly voice , imitating her childishly while scowling with his arms crossed over his chest as he waited for her to be substituted out.

Lionel couldn't help but grin a little at the clear worry that was written across the young players face as he realised then that perhaps kylian didn't hate her as much as he liked to make out.

Realising that it might have been the green little bug of jealously that was making him act so sour towards her.

Because he was certain then that if Cherrie hadn't had been such close friends with haaland, that their relationship would have been completely different.

He could even faintly remember from a couple of years ago when he had spotted kylian watching a video of her that a fan had made with a smile on his face and his eyes glued to her in awe.

At the time Lionel had teased him lightly "you like her? She's very pretty and a great player." He had said .

unaware that two years later that exact same girl would been joining their team and completely changing kylian's life.

Kylian had just bashfully chuckled and shrugged his shoulders a little sheepishly as he angled his phone towards him so he could show him a clip of Cherrie bicycling the ball into the back of the net.

"I thinks she going to become a top player. Everybody seems to love her too.." he had sighed a little like a boy with a crush.

“It's like watching a supermodel play football. No doubt she already has a boyfriend." He had muttered enviously .

Lionel had just patted him on the shoulder encouragingly and said a "you never know what will happen." before leaving him to it.

He couldn't have been more right if he tried.

Because he hadn't expected kylian to suddenly decide to hate her guts when he finally had his chance to know her either . Who would have?

Instead he was stuck watching kylian pretend that he didn't care at all while his actions showed the exact opposite .

He said one thing but did another . Lionel thought amusedly as he watched kylian lean forward in his seat as Cherrie finally hobbled her way over to the bench.

Immediately she looked kylian in the eye and scowled .

“I don't want to hear it!" She warned him already knowing what he was thinking.

Kylian scoffed at her, unimpressed as his eyes flickered down to her swelling ankle with a glare.

Only Lionel could see the way his hand was clenching and unclenching on his lap anxiously as though he wanted to reach out and help her.

Instead he snapped at her "that was incredibly stupid! You should have come straight off! Did that tackle make you lose what little brain cells you have left as well?!" His voice rose angrily .

Cherrie just flipped him off as she went up to the seats behind them, picking the one that was furthest away from his.

Pulling off her shoe she flung it to the side with a wince . Then she pulled off her shin guard and rolled off her sock, assessing her throbbing foot.

Waving off the medic who had came over with a Frown.

“just need some painkillers and it will be fine." She had muttered stubbornly .

Swallowing the pills dry when the medic had handed her them before reluctantly leaving her be when she refused to let them help anymore.

Kylian finally had enough and abruptly got to his feet . Not uttering a word to either of them as he stomped out of view .

Leaving Cherrie to scoff to herself, pouting a little as she sunk back into her seat to get comfortable for the rest of the game that was left to watch.

"He's ridiculous. You would think that I deliberately made that player tackle me with the way he's acting." She huffed .

Lionel looked over at her with a slight frown, shaking his head at her.

"You must admit you're a little stubborn . You shouldn't have kept playing. You know better than that. “ He scolded her lightly , being the only person that she would let do so.

She respected him too much to be upset .

Instead she just sighed and pursed her lips "maybe." Was all she muttered before kylian finally came back into view.

This Time he had a large flexible ice pack in his hand as well as a bandage . Jumping over his seat till he reached Cherrie side, the scowl never leaving his face as he sat down beside her.

"Stupid idiot." He snapped at her again as he grabbed her leg and swung her foot up into his lap without any warning making her Yelp.

She slapped at his shoulder with a glare "don't manhandle me like that kylian!" She threw at him angrily . Yet she didn't move her leg and instead settled back into a more comfortable position , still pouting like a child.

Kylian just huffed moodily as he placed the ice pack around her swollen ankle and started to wrap the bandage around it to keep it in place .

"It's going to hurt even worse tomorrow Cherrie! It's what you get for being such a stubborn lunatic! Do you ever think right?!" He shot back at her .

Not noticing the way Lionel was watching him fret over her ankle and insult her at the same time.

Watching as kylian started gently massaging her legs on his lap, even the uninjured one. Still glaring at her furiously.

That was some serious multitasking. Lionel was almost impressed by his stubbornness to keep up his 'I hate you' act like this. When it was so clear to him that it was the exact opposite .

Cherrie just groaned and threw her head back against the seat, closing her eyes as though if she couldn't see him then she couldn't hear him either.

Seeing what she was doing, kylian pinched her thigh making her gasp and glare at him again.

"How are you going to get up the stairs at home? I told you it was a bad idea to get a place with so many fucking stairs!" He scolded her , looking over at her questionably .

She just rolled her eyes at him as though she was used to hearing him complain about her house.

Lionel was taken a back. Eyes widening a little as he tried to keep discreetly eavesdropping .

How did kylian know what the inside of her house looked like? As far as he and their friends knew, the two of them had never even locked eyes once the game was over.

Were they missing something? He felt like it was something pretty crucial as he watched Cherrie pull off kylian's hat and place it on top of her head, the player not even doing anything about it.

Instead kylian then took off his scarf and wrapped that around her too.

What the fuck? Lionel couldn't believe what he was witnessing.

"Like your apartment is any better?" She had shot back at him . "It's top floor!"

Kylian pulled a face "it has an elevator dumbo!"

"You know I'm scared of elevators kylian! They're death traps!" She exclaimed .

Kylian was the one to groan this time as he gently pushed her legs off of him and got to his feet just as the whistle was blew for the end of the game.

Not taking his eyes from her as he carefully pulled Cherrie to her feet as well.

"You're going to have to get over it because I'm not dragging you up two flights of stairs till you recover . We'll be using my elevator because that's the smart thing to do..." he then wrapped her arm around his shoulder and swung his other arm around her waist as he began to lead her towards the exit.

"Don't even try to argue with me cherrie! You have no say in this! This is your punishment for being a stupid idiot!" Lionel heard kylian snap at her as they passed him.

Neither noticing the gobsmacked look on his face as he watched how easily Cherrie leaned into his side despite the stubborn scowl on her face .

"You can't tell me what to do! I'm going home!"

"Yeah , with me! Now shut up because your annoying ass voice is giving me a headache ..." kylian insulted her as they turned the corner to exit the tunnel.

There was silence for a moment before Lionel heard kylian mutter a "you want pasta tonight? I bought the labyrinth for us to watch as well. Thought I might as well watch it seeing as you won't fucking shut your big mouth up about how good it is-"

He didn't catch the rest as they disappeared together through the exit door.

And it was that night that he realised that kylian and Cherrie weren't enemies at all.

Because what kind of enemies slept over at each other's place and had movie nights together?

And as they all stood watching them still bickering at each other , four months since Lionel had realised something was going on. They still just couldn't get it at all.

"Are you sure you didn't hallucinate the whole thing Lionel? Cause they don't look close like that at all!" Ramos frowned over at him judgementally .

Not believing him at all.

Lionel just scoffed at him, rolling his eyes, hard.

"I'm going to just ignore the fact that you're hinting at me going crazy Ramos." He said to him , deciding to be the bigger man.

Ironically.

"I'm telling you. He's in love with her , I don't know if Cherrie loves him too because she's a little harder to read-" he grimaced a little as they watched Cherrie slap the back of kylian's head with her hand when he asked her if she had suddenly forgotten how to tell the time .

"I slept in! And the roads are more confusing from Sarah's house! I got a little lost!" She tried to defend herself as she grabbed a ball and started to warm up .

Kylian quickly following her as they started passing the ball between them casually.

He bounced it on his knee a couple of times "I can see how you could get lost.." he nodded mockingly before kicking the ball at her , aiming for her head.

"If you closed your eyes! It's a straight fucking road here from your best friends house Cherrie!"

She dodged the ball and instead started dribbling it around the cones that were set out. Kylian jogging beside her as they took turns passing it around the obstacles .

Rolling her eyes at him with a pissy huff , clearly still hungover over from having girls night with her friend.

They had went from laughing over wine to taking vodka shots and crying over the latest romcom.

Then she had woken up in a bathtub hugging a pillow with Taylor swift’s face on it.

Which unfortunately wasn’t the first time this had happened.

Though it never made it any easier to handle in the morning when her head felt like a drum that was being slammed on.

"It's not that straight of a road If you go in the wrong direction dickhead!" She shot back at him. Annoyed that he was constantly taking shots at her terrible driving.

So she had gotten lost a few times while driving? It happened to everyone at least once.

It just happened to happen more frequently to her. That was all.

Kylian snorted , smirking as he shook his head .

"You look like you've been dug up from your own grave Cher. Hope you have some heavy makeup to cover up the hangover." He snickered as he flicked her forehead .

Before quickly Ducking to avoid the ball to his face .

"I'm still hot even if my brain is trying to fall out from my ears. You're just jealous that I look like this even on my bad days!" She arrogantly smirked as they came to a stop just as their coach told them to take a break.

"What? Ugly?" He grinned. Laughing as she kicked him. Shoving at his side as he tried to pull her into a side hug. "I'm kidding! You don't need that shit."

He pulled her over to the bench where his bag was, pulling out a bottle of water and handing it to her with a stern expression on his face.

"Drink that you alcoholic . You need to look like you haven't been inhaling booze all night. Was it wine?" He guessed as he held the water bottle up to her mouth, not pulling his hand away till she had started drinking it .

Neither of them noticing their friends gaping at their interaction from the middle of the pitch.

"Are you seeing this? Is kylian actually laughing and smiling at her?" Ramos couldn't believe it.

Neymar was blinking at them in disbelief "but he's calling her stupid all of the time!"

Lionel had a knowing smile on his lips as he looked smugly at them. Knowing that he had been right all along.

"Some people show love by bullying each other. Has kylian ever let anybody else other than him say a bad word about her?" He rose a brow slyly.

They all shook their head.

Ramos even grimaced.

"I made a joke once that she could make a nun swear with how annoying she is.." he inhaled deeply preparing himself to recall that awful day.

"-and kylian had me benched for three games. Coach told me that he 'recommended it' it to him an hour after I said that joke to her." He muttered. Still a little pissy about it.

There were some laughs between the players .

Neymar then piped up with his own memory.

“I tried to ask her on a date a couple of times but every time I tried to ask her , he would trip me up. Literally come out of nowhere and kick my leg out from underneath me!" He exclaimed as he realised that perhaps kylian wasn't just joking around with him.

That he had actually been jealous and made sure that he had absolutely no chance with her.

Lionel grinned "see? Only he can insult her. And only Cherrie can do the same to him. What did she do when neymar told kylian that he was a shit player with his left foot?" He pressed knowingly .

Neymar's frown deepened as the rest snickered at the reminder of that day.

“She then shoved me and told me to keep my feet planted on the floor unless I wanted to lose my pretty face." He grumbled .

Lionel then looked a Ramos who was already scowling , knowing what he was about to say next.

"And what about you huh? What did she do when you called kylian an asshole?"

Ramos sighed in defeat "she stole all my clothes while I was in the shower so I had to leave the stadium in a tiny towel.."

Then all their eyes averted back to the two young players that they had been convinced hated each other all this time.

Kylian was pulling at her hair as she slapped at his hands to get him to stop.

He only let go when she threatened to call his mother.

"I'm gonna go blonde again." He told her seriously as he then passed her a protein bar once she was done with the water.

It was a chocolate and raspberry one, her favourite. She refused to eat them unless they were covered in chocolate . So he had bought the whole box of them and always had one in his bag for her during training, knowing how she always forgot to bring one.

Cherries face lit up, gasping a little as she slapped his excitedly.

"Can I do it? I've still got some bleach left at home!" She pleaded to him. Having fancied herself a hairdresser to all of her friends .

Kylian pulled a face as he jokingly eyed her messy hair that was placed in a sloppy ponytail ontop of her head. He could still see the odd pink streak from where she had dyed it last time.

He had suggested she colour it blue .

So she did what was expected and went pink instead .

"The last time I watched you dye your hair you looked like someone has threw up a fucked up rainbow on you! It was a mess for weeks Cherrie! You were crying!" He recalled with a amused tone of voice .

Cherrie scowled "that was a ... slight mistake yes. But I fixed it and I looked great!" She defended her skills quickly .

Kylian looked at her with wide eyes "you had to cut off half off it! You complained the whole time!" He knew she did because he was the one who had to cut it for her .

"Whatever . You'll look stupid anyways.." she lied as she turned away from him grumpily . Not happy that she wasn't getting her own way.

Kylian smirked to himself , chuckling as he grabbed onto her elbow and spun her around to face him again.

Leaning his face down closer to hers , he gently nudged her nose with his.

“So stupid that you wouldn't let me leave your bed for the whole weekend the last time I dyed it?" He reminded her smugly .

Pinching her bottom between his fingers quickly , making her hiss between her teeth at him , startled.

Rolling her eyes at his cocky face , she huffed. "I don't know what you're talking about. You're loca." She denied him as she tried to pull away.

Kylian just laughed and bent his head down , kissing her square on the mouth in front of everyone without a care in the world .

Too lost in each other to notice the gaping mouths of their teammates as the pitch filled with shocked gasps at the sight of the two players who were always fighting , now kissing each other.

Only Lionel was grinning triumphantly , looking between his friends smugly . Unsurprised.

"Told you they're in love. They just love to hate each other. It's just another game they're playing." He chuckled as he watched kylian try to pull her back in for another kiss again, only for Cherrie knock out his knee from below him so he went tumbling down to the ground instead.

Cackling to herself as she gently kicked him in the butt before blowing him a kiss and jogging away.

Leaving kylian to lay on his back and let out a long and hard sigh.

Turning his head and finally noticing his teammates's shocked expressions , he simply grinned like a lovesick idiot.

"That's my future wife! She's fucking crazy!" He laughed to himself as he pushed himself back up to his feet and cupped his hands around his mouth so his voice would echo.

"je t'aime vous femme folle! N'oubliez pas de porter la robe rouge ce soir!" He shouted over to her.

(I love you you crazy woman! Don't forget to wear the red dress tonight!)

Cherrie just stuck up her middle finger over her shoulder and yelled back "va te faire foutre je porte la robe noire maintenant!" While grinning cheekily.

(Fuck you! I’m wearing the black dress now!)

Kylian shook his head at her , placing his hands on his hips with a frown.

"dites-le maintenant!"

(Say it back now!)

Cherrie giggled as she shook her head no "je ne mentirai pas!" I won't lie she joked .

Before taking one look at kylian's face and hauling her ass across the pitch with a loud laugh as he started sprinting after her.

"dis moi que tu m'aimes! sinon pas de film ce soir !" He threatened her as he tackled her down to the floor , wrapping his arms around her chest and locking his legs around her hips as he pulled her back against his chest tightly .

(Say you love me otherwise no movie tonight!)

Using his free handle to tickle her , laughing as she started shrieking and trying to wiggle away.

Paying no mind to their gobsmacked friends who looked like they were watching pigs fly in front of them.

Instead his eyes never left cherrie's, beaming down at her when she finally huffed and threw her head back against his shoulder so she could meet his eyes .

Gently kissing his jaw with a soft smile , she then jokingly bit at his chin to make him laugh again.

"je t'aime connard ! pouvons-nous regarder le match de la ville à la place ? mon joueur préféré est debout ce soir..." she bit down on her bottom lip mischievously as she watched his face fall flat .

Pursing his lips with a huff through his nose before he threw her off his lap , slapping her butt hard as she cackled like a mad woman on the pitch Next to him.

(I love you asshole! But can we watch the city match instead? My favourite player is up tonight..."

"I change my mind! I don't love you anymore!" He declared . Getting to his feet and kicking her ass with his foot one more time before stomping off.

Leaving Cherrie to giggle to herself as she quickly ran after him and threw herself onto his back. Wrapping her arms around his neck as he automatically grabbed the back of her thighs so she wouldn't fall off.

Pressing her cheek against his own as he side eyed her with a raise of his brow . His smile threatening to break through the longer she grinned at him cheekily.

"Only kidding . I'm my favourite player Ky. How does teenager ninja turtles sound?" She said instead.

Kylian rolled his eyes , laughing despite himself as he started heading over to their friends.

"Fuck you. It's a good job you're pretty because you need to work on your personality some more!"

Cherrie slapped his head making him laugh "ass!"

Then she smiled at their friends when they stopped in front of them. Looking at their wide eyes and gaping mouths , she tilted her head at them curiously.

"Hey guys! What's got you guys looking like you just saw god?" She inquired not bothering to get down from his back. Far too lazy to stand and kylian was more than content in holding her.

Ramos looked between them blankly .

“You're kidding right?" He said.

Kylian frowned "what do you mean? What's wrong?" He played innocent . Chuckling at the looks that they were giving them.

Neymar gasped "what's wrong?! What's wrong is that we thought you guys hated each other!" He exclaimed as he wondered how they had missed the signs .

But to be fair to them they did act like they were going to kill each other half the time!

Lionel cleared his throat and sent them all a pointed look. "I am not included in that 'we' . I told you all ages ago but you didn't believe me!" He shot at them smugly .

He was always right .

The pair of them just casually shrugged as though they had no clue what they were on about .

Kylian smiled in amusement as he kissed her arm that was wrapped around his neck. Seeing the thin gold bracelet with his initials on around her wrist.

He kissed that too.

"I don't hate her she just annoys the life out of me sometimes. Plus we made up months ago and started over.." he informed them casually .

Cherrie pinched his cheek with a yawn. "Feels mutual asshole." She then looked over at the group with a frown. "I thought you guys knew?"

Ramos couldn't have scoffed any louder if he tried .

Blinking at her like she has grown a third head. "Obviously not! You two are permanently insulting each other ! That doesn't scream 'we're in love!' Oh my god!" He shook his head rapidly once he saw the matching smirks on their faces .

"You know what? You two weird fuckers deserve each other because you're both insane . That's the only explanation!" He exclaimed absolutely done with their shit.

"Most people who are in love hold each others hands or hug or .. smile at each other! They're at least nice to each other!" Neymar gaped at them.

Cherrie grinned "I am nice to him .. when we get home! What do you want me to do? Fuck him on the pitch?" She joked as she leant forward And kissed kylian's cheek happily.

Kylian laughed as he wiggled his brows at her cheekily.

Ramos looked at them like they were insane. "You could at least be nice to each other when you're not at home as well!" He said , baffled by how their relationship worked.

Both of them pulled a face like he was the one who had suggested something stupid.

"Why would we do that?" Kylian sounded genuinely confused at the thought .

“It's much funnier to piss each other off. We're just joking about. We know that. It's just our thing." He said like it was totally normal to have insult competitions with the one you love.

Cherrie hummed in agreement , smiling genuinely.

“Yeah. Kylian knows that I don't think he's a stupid , air headed . Arrogant asshole with two left feet and no brain." She laughed "don't you babe?"

Kylian nodded with a giggle "exactly . That's her way of saying that I'm an idiot but she loves me anyway. Just like me calling her a stupid , careless , brainless woman means that i think shes doing something stupid but I love her anyways." He explained to them as though it was simple .

Even Lionel looked at them a little weirdly . Awkwardly clearing his throat when a minute passed by with their teammates just gaping at them.

"Well... I can't say i get it because I don't but if you two are happy..." he looked between them warily.

They both beamed. Holding eachother close.

"We are." Kylian nodded his head as Cherrie finally slid off his back. Pinching his butt on her way down. He kicked hers in response .

Cherrie grinned as well "very happy."

Lionel just sighed and smiled at them. Patting both of them on their backs .

"Then I'm happy for you guys. Just maybe try not to fight each other on the pitch again?" He suggested lightly to them .

Kylian just smirked "you're right. I'll just wrestle her in bed instead!" He then burst into laughter as Cherrie shoved at his shoulder in scolding .

Leaving their friends to sigh as they watched the couple start to shove at each other and bicker about who was the fastest out of the two of them before beggining to race each other down the pitch.

Kylian tripping her up halfway .

Cherrie then grabbing at his ankle and pulling him down with her like a pair of bad behaved children .

"It's never going to stop is it?" Ramos sighed.

Both neymar and Lionel shook their head .

"They'll have eachother in a headlock at the alter." Lionel muttered with a amused snort as they all watched Cherrie pants him.

Kylian gasping loudly and quickly pulling up his shorts again before running after her. Threatening to rip her thong off and make it into a armband.

Neymar chuckled "wedlock... headlock.."

They both looked at him with deadpan expressions making him raise his brows with a slight pout.

"Okay. Okay geez!"

Silence .

Then "do you think they'll last?" Ramos asked.

As Lionel looked at the way they were having the time of their lives with each other , acting like their true selves without any worry of the other one getting upset or judging them.

He nodded his head.

"They say that you're truly in love when you can act like a kid around someone without them judging you. And look at them.." he motioned towards the couple that were wrestling on the floor again with a sigh.

"They act like two naughty little kids when they're together . They're happy." He simply observed .

"And they're both very weird and might need to see a therapist but.." he then shrugged "they obviously love each other and just because we don't understand it doesn't mean that they don't."

His friends nodded in agreement .

Silence.

Then "I think Cherrie will wear the suit at the wedding." Neymar said.

Ramos laughed "obviously . It isn't kylian that's wearing those pants..!" He grinned as they watched Cherrie pat down kylian's clothes that were now covered in mud and scold him for shoving them both into the puddle.

Kylian just let her smack the back of his head with a grin on his face, his eyes never leaving her as he reached for her hand and interlaced their fingers together . Promising her that he would hand clean them himself .

And they might not have understood the way they loved but it wasn't their relationship to understand.

They clearly loved each other. That was all that mattered .

No matter how strange their love was.