Lesbian one shots

I fuckin' love you - Paula x Y/N

Paula Badosa x Y/n L/n

The sun beat down on the expansive courts of Flushing Meadows, casting long shadows across the vibrant blue and green surfaces. The air buzzed with anticipation, a palpable energy that permeated every inch of the stadium. It was the semi-final of the US Open, one of the most prestigious tournaments in the tennis world, and all eyes were on Y/n and Paula. Y/n adjusted their grip on the racket, feeling the familiar weight and texture of the handle. It was a part of them, an extension of their arm. They took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves that danced in their stomach. This was no ordinary match. Across the net stood Paula, Y/n's girlfriend and partner both on and off the court. Together, they were the number one doubles team, a force to be reckoned with. But today, they were adversaries, each vying for a spot in the singles final.

Paula was stretching near the baseline, her movements fluid and graceful. She looked up and met Y/n's gaze, a small smile playing on her lips. There was a glint of determination in her eyes, a silent promise that she was here to win. Y/n returned the smile, her heart swelling with love and pride. Y/n knew Paula's game inside out - her strengths, her weaknesses, the little quirks that made her the player she was. But Paula knew Y/n's just as well. The umpire called for the warm-up, and the two athletes moved to the net to shake hands. Paula's grip was firm, her eyes locked onto Y/n's. "Ready to give it your all?" Paula asked, her voice steady but laced with excitement. "Always," Y/n replied, squeezing Paula's hand before releasing it. "Let's make this a match to remember."

As they settled into their warm-up routines, Y/n couldn't help but think about their journey together. They had met on the junior circuit, two ambitious teenagers with dreams of making it big. Their rivalry had quickly turned into a deep friendship, and eventually, something more. As doubles partners, they were unstoppable, their chemistry on the court undeniable. Off the court, their relationship blossomed, built on trust, respect, and a shared passion for the sport they loved. But today was different. Today, they had to set aside their partnership and compete as individuals. Y/n bounced on the balls of their feet, feeling the tension in their muscles dissipate with each passing second. They had trained for this, prepared for this. It was time to put everything on the line.

The warm-up concluded, and the umpire announced the start of the match. Y/n took their place at the baseline, bouncing the ball a few times before serving. The first serve was a rocket, skimming over the net and forcing Paula into a defensive return. The rally was intense, each player testing the other's limits, probing for weaknesses. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, the tension palpable. Y/n won the first point, but it was clear that Paula was not going to make it easy. She responded with a powerful serve of her own, and soon the match was in full swing. The rallies were long and grueling, each shot a testament to their skill and determination. Y/n's mind was a whirlwind of strategy and emotion, trying to stay focused on the game while grappling with the reality of facing Paula.

Between points, Y/n stole glances at Paula. She was a picture of concentration, her movements precise and calculated. She knew Paula was giving it her all, just as she were. There was no room for hesitation or doubt. Every point mattered, every shot could be the difference between victory and defeat. As the match progressed, the score remained tight. Neither player could gain a significant advantage, their skills evenly matched. The crowd was enthralled, witnessing a battle of wills and talent. Y/n could hear the murmurs of excitement, the gasps of surprise at particularly spectacular shots. But all that mattered was the woman across the net, her partner, her love.

In the third set, with the score tied at one set each, the intensity reached its peak. Both players were visibly fatigued, their movements slower but no less determined. Y/n felt their muscles ache, every fiber of their being pushed to the limit. But they couldn't afford to let up. Not now. At a crucial juncture, with the score at 5-5, Paula served a blistering ace, her face lighting up with determination. Y/n nodded, acknowledging the brilliance of the shot. They knew they had to dig deep, find that extra gear to stay in the match. The next point was a marathon rally, each player refusing to back down. Y/n's forehand was met with Paula's backhand, a blistering exchange that had the crowd on their feet. Finally, Paula's shot clipped the net and fell just out of reach. Y/n let out a sigh of relief, their chest heaving with exertion.