(+18) bewitched - r x alexia x leila

Summary: Alexia and Leila punish you for touching yourself while they were away. A bit of angst, sex and aftercare <3

Warnings: SMUT (+18) fingering (r receiving), oral (r giving), spitting, crawling, mentions of strap. Dom/sub undertones.

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You were whining, an utter crying mess lying on the mattress. Your hair was everywhere, with knots that were hurting your scalp.

Your mascara was running down your face (you didn't have time to take it off), and your head was fuzzy, so fuzzy that you were having a hard time comprehending what was happening around you.

You weren't sure where you were, but the soft grey of the wall told you it was your bedroom. Or, well, the bedroom you shared with Alexia and Leila.

The little art decor on the walls to your left also gave it away, as well as the picture of you three together that was hung right in front of you.

In the bedroom. You were in the bedroom, your naked back touching the blanket that you threw lazily on top of the bed that morning to make the room look more organised.

All your hard work was for nothing, given that you were sure pillows were lying on the floor, as well as clothing scattered around the beige rug by the door.

But the mess wasn't bothering you, nor was your confusion; however, your neck was, it was sore and tender.

Your arms too, they felt weak, as if your muscles fibres had worked themself thin, which they had, considering you spent almost an hours holding yourself on all four.

You weren't sure if your arm strength would ever come back, right now it felt like only a long night of sleep would fix your body back to what it was before.

Sleep. You so much wanted to sleep. Your eyelids were so heavy, begging you to keep them closed. Your mind was playing tricks on you, telling you to let yourself go into a soothing haze of unconsciousness.

But there were voices around you, voices that were getting in the way of your sleep.

Voices you knew and loved but couldn't quite identify. Still, you felt secure enough not to freak out, secure enough to lean into the palm that was resting on your face; it was warm, grounding, reminding yourself to stay here, not to drift to whatever place your tired mind was pulling you into.

The palm was rubbing your cheek with its thumb. It felt good, you wanted it more; you wanted to relax into the palm, melt yourself into it, but the voice kept talking.

You sighed, keeping your eyes shut, as if it would make the voice go away.

"Please, bebé, open your eyes," the voice said. It sounded calm, but more like a forced calm, as if the person was a bit anxious but trying hard to sound soothing and tranquil.

You moved your head to the side, and the palm left your face. Now two hands were cupping your jaw, turning you once again.

You didn't like being turned around, didn't like how the voices didn't stop.

You wanted to sleep. You were confused and thirsty. The inside of your thighs burned, and your lower lip was stinging, as if something had bitten it.

You slipped your tongue out, touching your dry lips with its tip, and that's what did it. You winced; It hurt. Your lips were so sensitive that you had no other choice but to open your eyes, trying to find the reason behind the pain.

Alexia's eyes were carefully watching you. When your irises met, the frown on her face relaxed, turning into a smile. One you missed so much, but for whatever reason, your mind didn't find it comforting.

"Hi, bebé," Alexia said in a whisper, kissing your cheeks and wrapping her arms around your torso, lying on top of you just enough to kiss your neck, which was still very much sensitive. "You were gone for so long. Lei and I missed you."

At the mention of Leila, your body went completely rigid, and the memories of what had just happened flashed behind your eyes.

Every place Alexia had bitten, every skin Leila had kissed to make it better, every hickey Alexia left on your body, every mark Leila licked slowly.

Alexia had been mean to you. Leila had been an accomplice.

Both of them brought you from heaven to hell in the matter of a few hours.

You deserved it, though. But still, your body felt somewhat betrayed, somewhat grateful. It didn't know how to feel; it only knew that you were still wet, still needy, all marked up and very much surrounded by your girlfriends' presence, who, frustratingly, didn't seem the least bit interested in bringing you any type of release.

Alexia and Leila had gone away to a three-day camp in Madrid. It was a short period, just for media training, photo shoots and light drills.

You, on the other hand, stayed home, a pout on your face as they stood on the front door, wearing the Spain confederation uniform, with their suitcases in hand, ready to take an Uber to the airport.

Alexia loved rules; she loved being in control. She got off on knowing that, even if she was far away, she could somehow have a hold on you. Leila was more laid back and chill.

Together, they created an amazing duo, both in bed with you and on the field with the team.

Alexia (always the bossy one) usually sat you down before any flights to tell you about the dos and don'ts while they were away. To talk about rules and expectations while they were absent.

But this time around, she didn't.

She and Leila finished packing their belonging in the carry-on bag, kissed you on the cheek, and left the house holding hands, telling you they would be back in no time.

And because Alexia hadn't left any specific rules (like she usually did) you thought you could touch yourself as much as you wanted to.

Well, actually...

Alexia did have a few rules that didn't need repeating. Normally, coming without permission was one of them.

When they were away, you had to ask them by message if you could touch yourself. Usually, they let you do it while both Alexia and Leila were on speaker, listening to your voice and walking you through it.

But this time, since Alexia didn't mention anything, you figured it was okay. Maybe it had been just left unsaid that you were allowed to do it, that neither she nor Leila would mind.

So you did it. You touched yourself whenever you felt like it, and you didn't call them. You didn't text them to let them know.

But you tried, they couldn't deny you that.

In the middle of the first night, you called Leila, but Alexia was the one who picked up. Her voice was so tired that you instantly felt guilty for calling while your fingers were deep inside your cunt.

Alexia tried to pretend she wasn't tired. She explained Leila was already asleep, but that you could talk to her, that she missed hearing your voice, that she wanted to what about your day, and that she would tell Leila first thing in the morning that you had called.

The guilt made you mumble something about just wanting to say goodnight, then you turned off the phone.

If they were too busy, surely there wouldn't be a problem if you made yourself come? You did call them, and once again, Alexia hadn't reinforced the "no orgasm while we're away" rule.

You came twice that night.

But it didn't feel as good, not because you didn't know how to pleasure yourself, but because the after was different. You felt lonely when you reached your orgasm.

Leila wasn't there to call you pretty, Alexia didn't kiss your belly and remind you to breathe. They weren't there, so it didn't feel as enjoyable as you wished it did

And that was your sin. The need for affection. The need for your girls.

The next day, you woke up still feeling needy, missing Ale and Lei, craving their presence. Longing that they would hug you, kiss your forehead. That they would make you come with their hands and with their mouth, and that you would do the same to them.

During breakfast, you video-chatted them and let it slip that you had touched yourself. You didn't plan to do it, but Alexia asked how your night was, and you told her (accidentally) about how you wished she and Leila had been there, sharing the same bedsheets as you.

It was like you could see the sunny day in Madrid turning into a cloudy one just from the look of anger and disappointment on Alexia's face.

They were in their shared room at the camp, talking to you while also getting ready to go eat some breakfast with the rest of the team.

"You did what?" Alexia asked as soon as you told her what you did the night before, clearly not comprehending how you had said it like it wasn't a big deal. As if you haven't just broken a rule. A very important one in Alexia's opinion.

Leila, who was in the back of the screen, putting her hair in a ponytail, stopped what she was doing to listen to the conversation happening in front of her, already sensing where this was going

"Uhmm," you looked to the side, trying to find a way out of the situation, but there was none.

Not with the way Alexia's eyes seemed to pierce through you (even through the screen), and not with the way Leila was looking at you like a child who knew she was in trouble. "I-I touched myself."

"With whose permission?" Alexia asked, lifting a brow.

"You-you didn't say anything about not touching myself this time," you tried to defend yourself.

Leila instantly facepalmed, as if watching you dig your own grave.

Alexia took the phone, holding it close to her face. Dangerously close.

"You better have enjoyed it," she said carefully, her voice low and dangerous. "You won't come for the next week."

And just like that, the phone seemed to have been tossed onto the hotel bed. You were staring at a white ceiling, your heart hammering against your ribcage.

You were in so much trouble. You couldn't even begin to imagine what Alexia was going to do.

Alexia and Leila were the dominant ones. They took turns on who had the upper hand; it worked for them. You, on the other hand, were completely submissive. You did whatever they asked, whatever they desired.

You wanted to be good for them, to be their best girl, always. To make them proud, to make them see how well behaved you were, how well you could follow rules, how well you listened to them.

Although you were anything but good, now.

You knew you had stretched things a bit too far. But you were so wet thinking about Alexia and Leila...they were so far away, sharing a room in Madrid while you were all alone in Barcelona.

At the time, it seemed fair to give yourself a little orgasm (or two), but now, you regretted it.

Your heart hurt at the thought of Alexia leaving the phone (leaving you) to do god knows what. She tended to do that when punishing you for misbehaving: not giving you attention, letting Leila handle you.

Which is exactly what happened.

Leila's face appeared on the screen. She was sitting on the bed, holding the phone with one hand.

"Mi corazón," she began, disappointment in her voice. "Why did you do it? Why couldn't you wait a few more days?"

You looked down, not wanting to see Leila's face, not when she wasn't looking at you with pride or happiness.

"I'm sorry, Lei," you said, your voice barely above a whisper

"I didn't ask if you were sorry or not. I asked why you did it," Leila said, her tone more firm now.

"I was just feeling lonely, and—"

"That's not a reason," Leila interrupted. "I thought you were better than that. That you had more control. That you respected our rules more. But I guess I was wrong."

You wanted to cry. You didn't like it when they talked to you like that, let alone Leila, who was the more gentle one.

Some people got off on being a brat on purpose, on being scolded. You didn't. You were good. You wanted to be praised. To be everything they expected and more.

"Hey," Leila softened, seeing the single tear rolling down your cheek. "Don't cry, corazón. Come on, wipe your cheek for me."

You did as Leila asked, looking at her through the phone, a pout on your face, trying to hold more tears in.

"I'm not mad, alright?" Leila said.

"But Ale is," you whispered again, surprised that Leila even heard it.

"Well—" Leila sighed. "You know she doesn't like it when you break the rules. Now you're going to have to deal with that."

"I don't want to deal with that, Lei," you whined. "Can you talk to her, please?"

Leila shook her head. "No, corazón. I agree with Alexia. You broke a rule, and you need to be punished for it."

"But—"

"I'm only sad I won't get to make you come when I get back," Leila said. "I was already planning so many things for me and Alexia to do with you—"

"You-you can still do it, Lei," you said, feeling yourself get wet thinking about them touching, kissing, and biting you.

"I know," Leila sighed. "We'll do as we please with you. You just won't be allowed to come."

You didn't answer, regret burning inside you.

You were excited for the girls to come back, but right now, you wished they would stay two more days in Madrid, just so you could be more ready and prepared.

But you didn't have much time. '

The next day, at exactly 8 PM, Alexia and Leila walked through your front door. They were tired, you could see it, but the moment they saw you, their sleepiness disappeared.

Leila had a grin on her face, and Alexia watched you like she was ready to catch a prey.

Alexia destroyed you while Leila put you back together.

Alexia edged you more times than you could count. You were close to coming, but she always knew the signs, always took her mouth or hands away right at the edge.

She made sure to fuck Leila with the strap right in front of you, made you look at Leila's face when she came, and you didn't.

By the last time, when Alexia was fucking you with her fingers and sucking your tits into her mouth, Leila realised you were already gone.

You were mumbling things that didn't make sense, your hands were trying to grip the blanket, but you didn't have any strength anymore.

Leila stepped in.

Your body was completely limp, but you were strong enough to move just a little, to the right, into Leila's waiting arms. She let you rest your head on her chest while she rubbed your back and scratched your scalp.

"Shh," Leila whispered into your ear. "It's okay now. You were so good for us."

"Not to Alexia," you mumbled.

Leila and Alexia looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

"Of course you were good to me," Alexia said, coming closer but hesitating. "Your punishment was not coming, and you took it very well."

She kissed the top of your head, but you were confused now. You didn't want Alexia.

You wanted Leila, and only Leila. It was like your body knew. It knew who had comforted you and who had pushed you to the edge, the reason you were now a whining, overstimulated mess.

"No," you managed to say, burying your face in Leila's chest while lifting a weak hand to push Alexia's face away.

Leila stopped rubbing your back. You heard Alexia hold her breath.

"No?" Alexia repeated, confused. "Bebé, what—?"

"Just want Lei," you mumbled, trying to be closer to her, even though it was impossible.

"Hey," Leila said softly. "What colour, corazón?"

"G-green," you answered quickly. "Just... wanna be with you for a moment."

Leila looked at Alexia, uncertain. This had never happened before. And both she and Alexia had delivered worse punishments than orgasm denial, so your reluctance to be near Alexia now was strange.

Alexia looked hurt. Leila saw it immediately, the way her mouth opened slightly, like she wanted to say something but couldn't find the right words.

Alexia was always tense, always carrying something heavy on her back, but during sex, she let go. She enjoyed herself because she trusted that Leila and you would follow her lead.

But right now, Alexia's body was completely tense. She didn't know what to do, how to navigate this. And Leila saw that it was eating her alive.

"Corazón," Leila shifted until she was sitting upright, forcing you to sit on her lap. "Ale just wants to hug you. Give you aftercare. You love aftercare, don't you?"

"Don't want it," you said, your voice filled with sleep, making your words sound incomprehensible.

You were so tired. You just wanted to sleep. It didn't matter if you needed a shower or food; the last scene had taken so much from you. You just needed Leila to make it better. To let you rest with her.

"But baby—" Leila began, but Alexia cut her off with a soft kiss on the lips.

"It's okay, Lei," Alexia said, a sad smile on her face. "She doesn't want me right now. She's allowed to feel like that, okay, bebé?" she added gently, directing it towards you.

You acknowledged it with the smallest nod, face still pressed to Leila. trying to absorb the warmth of her body.

"I'll—" Alexia stood from the bed, still completely naked, but not caring too much about it. "—make dinner, I guess."

Alexia was never the one responsible for dinner; she didn't like to cock; She wasn't even sure what she was going to cook. She just knew she couldn't stay in the room, not while you so clearly didn't want her presence.

Maybe she had gone too far. Maybe edging you seven times was... humanly cruel.

Still, Alexia didn't know exactly how to feel as she bent over, slipped Leila's shirt over her torso, and walked barefoot to the kitchen.

This had never happened before. You not wanting her. Usually, you begged to be in her arms after sex. But now it seemed Leila was the only one you chose.

Maybe she had pushed too far. Maybe she shouldn't have gone so hard, especially knowing you were softer than most people when it came to sex.

You didn't mind impact play, restraints, toys, but just as long as she or Leila talked you through it. As long as you were praised while they did whatever they wanted to you.

Alexia had been cold tonight. She couldn't deny that.

On the way home from the airport, Leila had kept a grounding hand on her bouncing thigh, gently reminding her not to take things too far. That you had missed them. That you just wanted a little relief, a little comfort.

Maybe Alexia should have listened. Maybe she should've pampered you instead. But you hadn't used your safe word, and she had checked in with you more than once; it wasn't like the scene had actually hurt you.

Leila had also kept a close eye on you, making sure you were okay and comfortable. And you were okay. Y

You just needed a minute. And Alexia could respect that. She would make it up to you, somehow.

Alexia boiled water, watching it bubble as she dropped the pasta in. She stood there, silently observing the way each rigid piece softened and curled under the heat of the water.

She was going to make your and Leila's favourite dish, pasta and chicken. Even if she wasn't a pasta girl. She'd always preferred rice or lentils.

She was so lost in thought that she didn't hear the footsteps. But then she felt it...Leila's arms wrapped around her from behind, her lips kissing her temple.

"This smells great," Leila said, lips brushing her skin.

"It's garlic," Alexia smiled.

"I'm not talking about the food." Then Leila got on her tiptoes, resting her chin on Alexia's head. "It's your shampoo."

"It's the same one you use," Alexia said, rolling her eyes fondly as she kept chopping vegetables.

"I have good taste."

"You do, yeah."

They fell into silence. Leila kept stealing kisses as Alexia cooked. She didn't need to ask; she knew you were asleep by now. You always were, after something intense.

Alexia just wanted to be the one holding you, not standing over boiling water and chopped tomatoes. But Leila was there, warm and comforting against her, making her feel loved, so it was good for now.

When Alexia started moving around the kitchen, searching for more ingredients and utensils, Leila climbed onto the counter, watching her closely. Trying to read her.

Alexia knew that look well. It was the same one Leila had worn years ago when they first met at the Spain U15 camp. Like she didn't have a clue about who Alexia was, but wanted to discover all of her secrets.

Alexia put the chicken in the oven and set a timer, then she finally met Leila's eyes.

She was wearing Alexia's shorts that were too loose on her thighs, and one of your oversized shirts. She looked beautiful, comfortable and soft. Out of the three of you, Leila was the definition of home.

Alexia wanted to let the food burn and drag you both to bed, wrap a blanket around all three of you, and order takeout. Let you two fight over the film you were going to watch, and then, let you fall asleep on her chest, each girl at her side.

"You're upset," Leila said quietly, her brow arched, as if she already knew everything, but still gave Alexia space to answer.

She never pushed Alexia to answer, even though Ale was always more reserved with her feelings. She knew Alexia just needed space, a few moments of silence before talking about how she was feeling.

"I'm not, actually," Alexia replied, starting to set the table.

"When you're upset, you do everything you can to not deal with it," Leila said matter-of-factly. "You've always been like that."

Alexia hummed, placing each plate down with more care than necessary. "You seem to know me very well."

"I do." Leila hopped off the counter and walked over, resting her hands on Alexia's hips, turning her gently until their eyes met. "It was just a lot for her. She's used to you folding at everything she asks in bed, and—"

"I don't fold!"

"You do."

"I don't!"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Leila teased, rolling her eyes. "But as I was saying, you've never denied her anything. Especially not after both of us were away. She was upset. She didn't want punishment."

"And what did she want?" Alexia asked a little defensively. "An orgasm?"

She had talked to Leila, and they both had agreed to the punishment, but now it seemed like it was a decision made purely by Alexia, which was frustrating.

"No," Leila said patiently. "She didn't just want an orgasm, she wanted you, us! She wanted us to have sex, not to be punished. "

Alexia furrowed her eyebrows, feeling slightly irritated by the conversation. She was already feeling guilty; she didn't need Leila reminding her how harsh she had been to you.

Leila noticed how Alexia's back straightened, how her lips tightened. She was getting mad, and Leila didn't want that.

The brunette leaned over, kissing Alexia's forehead, making Ale soften (just a little bit).

"Don't get me wrong, mi reina," Leila said, her lips still touching Alexia's skin, "I agree with the punishment, you know I do. I'm just saying that given the circumstances, her reaction is normal."

"I just..." Alexia sighed and let her forehead fall into Leila's shoulder. "I just wanted to cuddle her."

"I know," Leila said. "Maybe she'll wake up feeling better and—"

And just like that, you appeared in the kitchen.

You were wearing pyjamas now, Leila had dressed in before you fell asleep. Your hair was still a mess, but your makeup was gone, thanks to Leila, who had wiped it off before making her way to the kitchen to talk to Alexia.

You looked a little dazed, having that usual confused expression on your face whenever you woke up from a nap, without knowing what time of the day it was.

Even though you were a bit sleepy, your mind wasn't confused anymore. You rubbed your face from sleep and, without saying anything, you walked straight to Alexia and Leila and squeezed yourself in between the two girls' embrace. They welcomed you.

"Hi, bebé," Alexia said, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to her and Leila. "Feeling better now?"

It took you a moment to answer, but not because you didn't know how you felt, but because you were so warm between both your girls, you just wanted a moment to enjoy it.

You had missed them. Even though they had only been away a few days, the football calendar was always so relentless that even when they were home, the time together never felt like enough. It felt rushed and ephemeral.

Before your nap, you had been a mess of feelings.

You felt guilty for having touched yourself and broken Alexia and Leila's rule. You were needy and horny, desperate for an orgasm. You missed their presence, craved their comfort.

A small part of you had hoped Alexia would let it go tonight, that she would skip the punishment and just let the three of you enjoy the evening.

When that didn't happen, frustration had completely taken over you. Your brain had turned to mush after being edged for the seventh time, and all you wanted was some kind of comfort, a touch that wasn't teasing or disciplinary.

So you reached for Leila. Not because you were rejecting Alexia, but because in that moment, your body needed something soft. Something safe, and Leila was that person.

"I didn't mean to make you sad," you said after a few seconds of silence, feeling Alexia's hand slide beneath your shirt, rubbing soothing circles on your back. "It wasn't my intention... I wasn't really thinking straight."

"No te preocupes, bebé," Alexia said gently. "I was a bit harsh with you, I know. And if at any moment you want space from me, or from anything, we can pause, sí? I'll always respect that." [Don't worry, baby.]

The soft moment was broken by Leila's stomach growling.

Alexia smiled and showed you the pot of pasta she'd made, and you were quick to help her set the table and take the chicken from the oven. Meanwhile, Leila got up and served each of your plates.

You three ate and talked about the time away; the girls told stories from camp, and you told them about everything that happened at work. After that, you all cleaned the kitchen and cuddled on the sofa.

"Now you come here," Alexia murmured while Leila made popcorn in the kitchen.

She wrapped her arms around your torso, her big hands covering most of your belly. As if you weighed nothing, she placed you down on her lap.

Your legs were spread on the sofa, your back pressed to Alexia's front while she pampered kisses on your neck, shoulder, cheeks... everywhere her lips could touch.

"I missed you so much," Alexia said, her lips never leaving you, her hands holding your hip down, not letting you move. "Leila and I did. I don't think we actually told you that yet."

"You did tell me." You replied, tilting your head to the left so Alexia would have more space.

The first pop of the popcorn made you flinch, but once again, Alexia was holding you, keeping you in place, grounding. "Just after you guys got home."

"Yeah? I guess one time wasn't enough." Alexia's hands moved from your hip to your abdomen.

You held your breath just as she slipped her hands under your underwear. "I missed you, bebé. I missed your voice, your scent, your kiss, your pussy, everything."

"Ugh," You moaned as Alexia brushed her index finger on your clit, so slowly that you had to move your hips to create more friction. "I-I missed you too, Ale."

"What did you miss most?" Alexia bit into your neck. Hard. But you were too focused on the warmth that was blooming in your belly to care about the love bite.

"I-I don't know." You were starting to get confused again, especially with how Alexia's fingers had just made their way inside of your cunt, filling you in a way you didn't know you needed. "E-everything? I guess- Oh god, more?"

"No," Alexia said, it was soft, but her voice carried a string of dominance that told you she wasn't playing around. "You're a smart girl, I'm sure you can use your words."

You closed your eyes, letting your head fall back to Alexia's shoulder. The TV playing in front of you was getting on your nerves; it was playing a stupid reality show. It was distracting; all you wanted was to focus on Alexia.

"I missed your mouth, how you wake me up with your tongue on me," You said shyly, but the thrust of her fingers on your cunt was giving you the confidence you needed.

"I-I missed how you fingered Lei and let me watch while touching myself, I miss how you give me breakfast in bed after a rough night.... I missed everything, Ale."

Alexia hummed, content. "Good. That's what I wanted to hear, bebé."

Alexia picked the pace of her fingers, bringing one of her hands under your shirt, touching your nipples, taking them in between her fingers. "Do you wanna know what Lei and I did while we were in Madrid?"

You nodded desperately.

Just as Alexia was about to speak, Leila walked into the living room, a bowl of popcorn in hand. Giving, by the way she stopped at the arched doorway, she wasn't expecting to find Alexia touching you.

A smile tugged at her lips, and she took one step closer. You didn't need to see Alexia's face to know she was grinning.

"Started without me?" Leila said, a faux pout on her face. "Rude."

"Bebé just couldn't help herself, Leila," Alexia explained smugly. "When I touched her pussy, she was already wet."

Leila stood in front of you, placing the popcorn bowl on the cofffee table before cupping your jaw. "Is Ale touching you nicely, corazón?"

"Sí," you replied. They always loved it when you spoke Spanish. It made them happy, proud.

Alexia curled her fingers inside of you, and you moaned right in Leila's face. "So loud you are, you must be really desperate."

"I am," you said, pouting. "Always am for you and Ale."

Alexia chucked behind you, adding a third finger, making your back arch.

Leila tapped your lips. "Open, bebé."

You obeyed, opening your mouth and showing her your tongue. Leila leaned over and spit on your tongue. Your eyes widened, but then your body relaxed. Enjoying it.

Leila let go of your jaw, taking the bowl and sitting in an armchair right in front of you and Alexia. She tucked her legs in, watching you carefully.

"Swallow." She said simply.

You just got wetter at the command. Alexia must have felt the same, because her touch on your body became rigid, as if she was trying hard not to lose control.

You swallowed and showed Leila your tongue again.

"Perfecto, preciosa," Leila smiled. "Keep going, I want to watch you two."

Leila began eating popcorn, as if she were watching her favourite film. Maybe she was.

"I was about to tell her, Lei, about all the things we did back at Madrid," Alexia said, her fingers still working inside of you, her mouth moving against the skin of your neck.

"Oh," Leila said, grinning. "About how we rubbed our pussies together every morning? To start the day off right?"

"Sí," Alexia noticed how you were contracting around her finger, so she started to move slowly. "How you have me on all four, fucked me with the strap."

"Please—" you rolled your eyes. It was too much. Alexia's touch was delicious, and the pictures flashing on your eyes about Alexia's and Leila's naked bodies were making you wetter, getting you close to your climax.

In a normal situation, you would get jealous that they were having so much fun and you weren't. But this wasn't a normal situation. Alexia was fingering you while Leila watched. You felt more horny with each of the girls' confessions.

"Did you know that on the first night Lei got on her knees and sucked my strap, bebé?" Alexia whispered. "She was so good, got me nice and ready to fuck her pussy, I wonder if you would be as good."

"I would be good," you said out of breath. "Very good, Ale."

"We have to wait and see," Alexia said. "Tomorrow you can suck me off while Lei fucks you, does that sound good?"

"Sí, sí," you rolled your eyes. "Ale—please, I'm so close and..."

"You won't come, bebé," Leila said from the other side of the room. You just realised that she didn't have any pants on. Her fingers were deep in her pussy, touching herself. She was so wet, you could see her folds glistening with arousal. "We've already talked about that."

"But—"

"No," Alexia said, not leaving any room for argument. "You won't come for a week, that's the consequence of breaking our rules."

"I-i thought I already took my punishment." You whined when Alexia took all of her fingers from you, cleaning them on your thigh as she kissed your cheek.

"You did take your punishment," Alexia said. "But not all of it, just six more days and Lei and I will make sure to make up for it."

"But Ale, I wan—"

Alexia cupped your jaw and turned your head to her; her lips were pressed together. "I'm sure you don't want to extend your punishment, right?"

You shook your head, defeated.

"Good," Alexia brought your face closer to her and kissed your lips. "Now go make Lei come, she spent our whole time in Madrid complaining about how she missed your mouth."

You were sad that you wouldn't get to come, but knowing that Leila had wanted your mouth was enough to make your pout disappear. from your face.

You got up from Alexia's lap. She didn't waste a second before slapping your ass. You whined. It was going to leave a mark, for sure.

Before you could take a step, Leila spoke.

"No, no walking," she added a third finger in her pussy, moving them slowly. "Crawl to me, bebé."

You hesitated, looking at her, before turning your head to Alexia. You had never crawled before. You weren't sure what to do.

Alexia placed a comforting hand on your back. "Go, mi amor, crawl to Lei, she's been so patient, so good for you. Don't you think she deserves it?"

You looked at Leila once more, then your gaze dropped to her cunt. It was like you were bewitched.

You dropped to your knees before getting on all fours, making your way to Leila. The hardwood floor was cold against your knees, but it didn't matter now.

In less than thirty seconds, you were kneeling in front of Leila. She spread her legs wider, taking her finger out of her cunt. She placed a palm on your cheek and brought your face closer to her core.

"Lick me, love," Leila purred, eyes already closing as you slowly ran your tongue up and down her cunt, spreading her wetness, taking a moment to bite the inside of her thighs.

"How does Bebé feel, Lei?" Alexia asked, her voice a little muffled now that your head was in between Leila's thighs.

"Divine, Ale," Leila held your head even closer to her, you could barely breathe, but you enjoyed it.

You liked struggling to let air into your lungs, how it burned as your diaphragm fought to gasp for oxygen.

It made you feel dizzy all over again, but you kept licking Leila, thrusting your tongue inside her pussy just to wrap your lips around clit and suck it, hearing her moans, feeling her tugging at your hair.

"We thought her well, huh?" Alexia said. "Just the best girl for us. She can be polite when she wants to, right?"

Both you and Leila nodded.

Your chin was wet with Leila's arousal, and it was dripping on your face. You were feeling hot, almost as if you had a fever.

"Bebé, make Lei come," Alexia ordered. "I want to see her face, she looks so pretty when she comes. Can you do it for me?"

You didn't answer, you just keep sucking at her clit, your hands holding Leila in place, your palms each at her hip, not letting her move, or else, you wouldn't be able to get the job done.

It didn't take long.

Leila was coming on your tongue. letting out the most beautiful noises you've ever heard.

You rode her high with her, licking her pussy softly, trying not to overstimulate her. You only stopped when she lightly tapped your cheek.

You looked up, still on the ground, face a complete mess. Cheeks red with the lost of air, lips swollen from sucking her for so long.

"Come here, bonita," Leila said, helping you from the ground. She left her back relaxed against the armchair and pressed your back against her body, wrapping her arms around you.

"You looked lovely on your knees," Alexia said as you watched her. She had a smile on her face, clearly happy with the scene in front of her.

"The best," Leila murmured, nudging her nose on your temple before leaving a kiss there. "Gracias, bebé."

"Love you, Lei," you said in a small voice, letting our eyes close. You were, once again, very tired.

"I think it's time to sleep, now," Alexia said, getting up from her seat and walking to the armchair.

"No, we agreed on watching a film together," you mumbled, feeling your body relax even more against Leila.

"Baby, you can't barely keep your eyes open, come on," Alexia helped you on your feet, kissing your forehead before leaning over and kissing Leila's lips. "Lei, I'm gonna prepare a bath for you, alright? Just stay here."

Leila nodded, letting her eyes fall shut. Now that you weren't on her lap, she could shift herself into a more comfortable position.

"Come with me, bebé," Alexia said, taking your hand and leading you out of the living room, straight to the bathroom.

She sat you on the bathroom counter, pecking your lips. "You taste just like Leila," Alexia murmured against your lips.

"Want you, Ale," You said, looking down at your left dangling from the counter. "Wanna taste you too, please?"

Alexia smiled, kissing your cheek. "Tomorrow. Now you have to sleep and Leila needs a bath, alright?"

"First thing in the morning?" You looked up at the captain with big eyes.

"Sí," she promised. She took your toothbrush and handed it to you. "Brush your teeth while I get Leila's bath ready."

You did as you were told, watching Alexia move around the bathroom getting everything done. When you were done brushing your teeth, Alexia was already in front of you, wiping your face with a warm cloth.

"Are you tired?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

You nodded, feeling your eyes heavy. "But I wanted to stay awake with you and Lei."

Alexia chuckled and kissed your forehead. "We're just gonna take a bath and get back to bed, yeah?"

Alexia helped you off the counted and put you in bed, tucking you in.

It didn't take you much to fall asleep. Alexia had given you your favourite pillow, wrapping you in the warmest blanket.

"I love you," Alexia said tenderly. "Lei and I will be back in a minute, sí? You can sleep now."

With that, you let your body relax, falling asleep in the best sleep you've had in days.

Alexia had kept her promise.

She went to the living room and helped Leila to her feet. She got in the bath with her, kissing her neck, telling her how beautiful she looked all spread open. They didn't do anything besides kissing. Both girls were too tired.

Alexia scrubbed Leila's body, and the brunette did the same.

When they were all done, Leila let her body fall onto the mattress right next to you. She kissed your head, wrapping one arm around your waist, bringing your sleeping figure closer to her.

You were so soft, so beautiful. She truly had missed you. Spending some time alone with Alexia at camp was amazing, but it always felt as if a piece was missing.

Alexia crawled into bed, kissing Leila one last time before lying on your other side. She nuzzled her face into your back, pecking your neck before letting her eyes fall shut.

Alexia loved being a footballer, but she hated how many times she had to be away from you, how you couldn't travel with her.

She just wished she could put you and Leila in her pocket and take the three of you everywhere she went.

She wanted to keep the two of you close, always near her chest.

"You are taking my blanket," Alexia heard Leila mumble against her pillow.

"I'm not," Alexia replied, eyes still closed, face pressed to your body.

"You are," Leila pushed the blanket, wrapping it around her body.

Okay, maybe Alexia did in fact steal her blanket. "You always do it."

"Shut up, you two," you said, voice filled with sleep. "I'm tired."

With that, both girls closed their mouths, trying to fall back to sleep again. It wasn't so hard. Sleep came naturally when you were feeling safe and loved.

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an: hope u guys liked it <3