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Get Your Attention (Jenni Hermoso x Reader)

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Get Your Attention

Jenni Hermoso x Reader

Summary: Jenni seems to love getting a reaction out of you, and the worst part? It’s definitely working.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: n/a

You’re standing by your locker, scrolling on your phone, when Patri approaches you. 

“We should go here after practice!” she says with excitement in her eyes as she shoves her phone in your face. You glance at the phone to see the Instagram account for a new ice cream shop in town. You open your mouth to reply before hearing loud footsteps enter the room.

“Where are my boots?” Jenni asks loudly as she begins rummaging through her locker, annoyance present in her voice. Patri pays her no mind and shakes the phone in front of your eyes. 

“Sí?” Patri asks. “Looks good, no?”

You look to the phone again, then back at the midfielder standing in front of you. “Yeah, gives us something to look forward to. Heard it’s gonna be a tough practice today,” you say, meeting her excitement. 

“Exactly. And we know you could use the shooting practice.” Patri teases with a shove to your shoulder. 

You laugh and shove her back. “Not as much as yo–” you begin to respond before feeling a tap on your shoulder. You turn around to see Jenni standing there.

“Did you hear me?” she asks with raised eyebrows, impatience clear in her voice. 

“Why are you asking me?” you glance back at Patri with a confused look on your face. She shrugs, looking equally confused. Patri looks back at her phone, busying herself with scoping out the ice cream menu.

“We are the same shoe size.” With a slight shrug, Jenni acts as though the answer speaks for itself.

“No, we’re not,” you say, exasperated and with a roll of your eyes. 

Jenni smirks at you and leans slightly closer. If it was anyone else, perhaps you wouldn’t have noticed the shrinking distance. “You know my shoe size?”

You falter momentarily at her smirk and look away at her unwavering eye contact. “No, but you know mine, apparently,” you respond, feigning more annoyance than you feel.

“I do not. Just a guess,” she states, looking down and moving one of her feet next to yours to inspect the size difference. “Hmm. Maybe not,” she adds.

“You do not know each other’s sizes. Okay, that is fine. Time to go.” Patri interrupts and starts to guide both of you out of the locker room.

After walking for no longer than three seconds, Jenni stops abruptly and gestures down. “Do you see something wrong? Still no shoes.”

“Not our problem,” Patri responds, attempting to guide the three of you further.

A look of bewilderment takes over Jenni’s face. “En serio? It is her problem,” she gestures over at you. “I cannot teach her to score without shoes.”

“You want to teach me how to score one goal from ten shots?” you scoff. 

Jenni gasps. “It was not ten sh–”

“It was! If anyone is teaching anybody, it will be her teaching you,” Patri says to Jenni. Patri pauses before quietly laughing to herself. “Or I will teach her how to assist,” Patri half jokes before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you along.

Jenni rolls her eyes with a huff before walking further into the locker room.

—

“Nice shot,” Caroline compliments genuinely with a small smile and pat on your shoulder after your failed attempt at goal. 

“Learned from the best,” you say with a grin in her direction. Caroline brushes you off with a quiet laugh. 

“If it was a ‘nice shot’ it would be in the back of the net,” Jenni remarks as she brushes past the two of you, almost giving you no time to respond.

“I’ll aim for your head next time,” you yell after her. Caroline tries to stifle a laugh and fails. Jenni suddenly stops in her path and stalks back over to you. 

“Sounds like a threat,” she smirks, moving closer to you, invading your personal space. “Or maybe you just want my attention,” Jenni whispers before walking away. You exhale, surprised to find you'd been holding your breath.

“What did she say?” Caroline asks.

“Nothing. It was stupid,” you reassure her.

The team continues along with the drill as instructed. You’re running along the grass with the ball at your feet when you glance up and notice Claudia in the perfect position to shoot. Without a second thought, you move to cross the ball over to her. Before your foot can even touch the ball, a sharp pain shoots up your left side as you are knocked to the ground. You look up and see the 5’9 Spaniard hovering above you.

“I know you saw me running over here,” Jenni remarks rudely.

“Really?!” you yell, unable to shield the irritation in your voice. 

Before either of you can say anything else, Alexia yells in your direction, asking if you’re okay. A few of your other teammates follow suit. You sit up, giving them a thumbs up and a nod, before looking back to Jenni. “We’re on the same team, idiot.” Jenni simply smiles at your comment. 

“Why were you even over there?” Irene asks, her gaze directed at Jenni.

“I had every right to be there,” Jenni remarks, gesturing to you. “And she should be more aware of her surroundings.” Irene warns her to be more careful and walks off.

“You literally came barreling into me out of nowhere,” you retaliate, still seething with annoyance.

Jenni ignores your response and grabs your hand, pulling you up abruptly. You try to pull your hand out of her grasp, but in response, Jenni tightens her grip and pulls you closer.

“Maybe I just like seeing you underneath me,” Jenni whispers, the warmth of her breath lightly grazing your ear. You pull away as fast as she pulled you in, avoiding her eyes. Your effort is useless as she tries to will your gaze back up to her. When you finally do lift your eyes to meet hers, she is fully grinning at you. She walks away before she can see the nervous flush come to your face.

—

During a quick break, you beeline straight to the cooler on the sidelines. 

Jenni lightly nudges you with a playful grin as she walks over. She opens the cooler, grabbing her water bottle. “Still not used to the heat, huh?” she asks with a smirk as she takes a sip of water.

“Maybe I could focus on handling the heat if you weren’t so busy trying to make me look bad.” You roll your eyes as you recall her tackling you earlier.

“You should try harder to keep up with me. Maybe we should have a one-on-one session after training?” Her mischievous grin widens. You remain silent, so she adds, “This is a one-time offer.” 

You try to hide your grin, reveling in the banter. “We have trainers for that.” 

Jenni’s eyes widen, and her eyebrows jump up. “Mhm, we do,” she smirks. “Maybe you would change your mind if I flirt with you a little more, sí? Because I can do that.” 

“Oh, that was you flirting? I thought you were just bad at apologizing,” you tease. 

She tilts her head back and laughs. “Guess I have to work on my technique.” She walks closer to you, invading your space yet again. You back up, trying to keep the interaction subtle to avoid drawing attention to you guys.

Jenni takes another slow sip of her water. Her eyes are fixated on you, and her gaze makes you nervous. “So, about that personal training session…” she trails off.

You can’t help but respond with a smirk, “I don’t think there’s much you could teach me. Ten shots, no goals, remember?”

“Oh, there is. I am a good teacher. At least, that’s what I have been told.” She raises her eyebrows at you, a playful glint in her eyes. You laugh.

Jenni continues, “So, are you interested? Or should I withdraw my offer?”

“I’m not really convinced.” You challenge, a teasing smile on your face.

“I am,” she says with a shrug, her smile widening. You’re about to respond when a teammate walks up and interrupts the moment.

“What are you guys doing?” Leila questions. “Jenni, stay away from her. Creep.” She says, shaking her head at Jenni’s antics.  

Leila shoves her way between the two of you, tossing her water bottle back into the cooler. She turns to you, grinning. “Did you really let her get that close? I guess I will have to up my game if I want to keep that privilege.” She winks and elbows you playfully.

She walks away before you’re given a chance to respond. You watch as she makes her way back to the pitch, momentarily forgetting about the girl standing in front of you. 

“Hola!” Jenni snaps her fingers in front of your face, capturing your attention. “Forget about me already?” 

You stare at her for a moment. “Almost,” you say with a mock frown. “I might ask Leila to train with me after practice,” you lie teasingly.

She gasps in mock offense. “You would not,” she responds.

“I should. Do you think she’d accept the offer?” You ask. 

She pretends to think momentarily, placing her fingers under her chin and looking to the side. “Hm,” she turns back to you. “No, I do not think so,” she responds earnestly. “But I would accept. Ask me.” She licks her lips.

You make a sound of disapproval. “I still don’t know if I want to do extra training with you, especially since Leila’s also free, you know?” 

“You like Leila more than me, hm?” she challenges, her voice laced with a slight hint of jealousy, but it fades almost instantly. She doesn’t give you time to dwell on it. “Do you think you would still like her more than me if I rewarded you for every improvement you make during our training session?” she asks. 

You respond instantly, adding fuel to the fire. “Yeah, probably.” 

Jenni lifts her eyebrows in disbelief. “I disagree.” She tilts her head to the side, smirking. “I think you are just saying that to rile me up.” 

You begin to speak but are once again interrupted when a teammate walks over to you.

“Are you going to flirt for the rest of training?” Patri asks, walking up to the both of you with her hands on her hips. “No, no, no. I will not allow that. Come on.” She grabs your hand and drags you out to the pitch. 

Once you get to the middle of the pitch, you turn to question her. “You’re not gonna drag Jenni out here, too?” 

She responds immediately, “I want her to stay there longer and get in trouble with coach.” This makes you laugh, and Patri responds with a bright smile.

You soon hear footsteps behind you, followed by a loud huff of breath. You instantly recognize who the noise belongs to. You turn to Patri, “Looks like your plan didn’t work.”

“Oh. No, maybe next time.” She smiles again at you before running to join her group.

You hear another loud huff of breath, “I do not believe you just made me run out here after you.” Jenni remarks, standing next to you, arm brushing yours. “Rude.”

“I didn’t make you do anything,” you respond plainly, enjoying her close proximity.

She turns to look at you. “You did. You made me nervous that you would ask Patri to train with you after practice instead of me.” This gets a laugh out of you. 

You turn back to her, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Maybe I’ll ask Patri and Leila.” You turn to look at them on the field. “That could be fun.”

“Just the two of us would be more fun,” she responds instantly, a playful smirk on her face. “I think you know that. And you would wish I was there.” She places her hand on your arm, her touch lingering as she tilts her head, her gaze locked on you.

“I have an ultimatum,” you respond, noting the confusion that takes over Jenni’s expression. 

“What is that?” she asks with a tilt of her head.

You turn away from her with a small grin. “If our team wins this session, I’ll train with you.”

Jenni stares at you with a mischievous grin. “Hey, I knew you would cave eventually. And I did not have to threaten to take the offer away again.” She finally takes her hand off your arm, and you instantly miss her touch.

“That means you have to let me pass the ball next time,” you say, referring back to her unwanted tackle from earlier.

“Sí, sí, okay. I will. But, if we win, you need to tell Leila I am better than her.” She continues. “Maybe she will get jealous.” 

You laugh, which seems to be a common occurrence when you’re around her. “Alright, sure. Deal,” you respond, looking over at her again. 

“Good,” she smirks at you, nodding. “Should we shake on it?” she asks with an outstretched hand.

You’re about to respond when yet another familiar voice interrupts you. “Oye! Enough standing around. Back to practice,” Mapi says, walking over with an amused grin. “Are you going to have someone else tell you again, or can I be the last?”

“No, no, you can be the last one. We’re coming,” you respond as she grabs your arm to drag you away.

“Good. We are on the same team. How lucky am I?” She asks, racing her eyebrows teasingly. 

“Luckiest person here,” you say with a smile. Mapi laughs loudly.

Jenni trails behind, turning to give you a sly look as she speeds past you and Mapi. “Do not forget our deal. I will hold you to it.” With another glance, she speeds up to rejoin the group.

“A deal? What is Jenni talking about?” Mapi asks, a curious look on her face. 

You shake your head, “Nothing. She’s just being stupid. You know how she is.” She nods, very used to Jenni’s antics. 

Jenni turns around one last time to yell out to you. “And do not ask Mapi to train with you!” 

“Oh, why not?” Mapi asks, lowering her voice so only you can hear what she says next. “I would be very interested.”

You laugh. “We’ll see.”

—

“I still think you should pay for my ice cream since my team won,” Patri states before pressing the elevator button to take you to your floor of the hotel.

“That was never the deal. Are you using me for my money? I thought we were friends,” you say, jokingly accusing her. 

“We are! That does not mean I would not enjoy a free ice cream every now and then,” she jokes, pulling a laugh from you.

The elevator dings and the two of you say goodbye before going your separate ways. You make it to your room, realizing that you’re the first one back. Before you’re even able to sit down and get comfortable, you hear adamant knocking at the door. You mutter an expletive under your breath and walk over to the door, glancing through the peephole.

“No autographs, thank you,” you yell to the woman on the other side of the door.

“Mierda. I already have a buyer for your signature.” Jenni counters. “They offered me €5! That is double what I asked for.” 

“Damn, you’re making a profit? I gave your shoes away for free.” You joke, still yelling through the door.

“Qué? I cannot hear you. Open the door, por favor,” Jenni requests.

You huff before unlocking and opening the door. Before you say anything, she pushes her way through, lightly shoving her way past you. You turn to watch her walk deeper into the room.

“You really gave away my shoes?” Jenni asks. “I knew you had them!”

“So you did hear me?” you ask following the realization.

“Yes,” Jenni admits with a shrug, not caring at all that you caught her in a lie.

You look at her in disbelief as she makes herself comfortable on your bed, fingers interlocked behind her head. 

“I am just waiting for Laia to come back,” she continues.

“Great. Please make your way over to her bed instead of mine,” you respond, walking further into the room and gesturing over to the other bed.

Jenni perks up at this. “Oh, this is your bed? Even better.” She pats the space next to her. “Join me.” At your silence and despite her words, Jenni moves over to Laia’s bed with a huff.

You scoff and approach the end of the bed that Jenni is lying on. “Laia doesn’t like shoes on the bed. You should know this,” you remind the Spaniard and gesture to her dirt-covered shoes. 

“Oh, bien.” She stands, and you naively expect her to take her shoes off and lie back down. Instead, she approaches you. 

“You can put your shoes by the door,” you advise, albeit rather nervously, nodding over to the door.

“Sounds good,” the striker says, but she continues to get closer to you. A small voice in the back of your head is advising you to back away from her, but you can’t find it in yourself to listen. As she gets even closer, you can’t help but glance down at her lips as they turn into a smirk. You glance back up, meeting her gaze, which you realize has darkened. Jenni does the same, looking at your lips and back up. 

“Are you going to tell me to move away?” Jenni asks smugly.

“Do you want me to?” you ask quietly, waiting nervously for her response.

Jenni waits for a moment, just staring at you, before moving impossibly closer. You try to read the look in her eyes, hoping that her answer will align with yours, but fail.

 “Do you?” she continues to stare.

“Do I what? Want you to apologize? Yes,” you attempt to avoid the question and look away.

“Apologize for what? Trying to sell your autograph?” she asks with a teasing lilt in her voice. “Sorry, I needed money to buy my ice cream since you and Patri did not invite me,” she punctuates the sentence with a hesitant hand grasping your waist.

“For the tackle earlier,” you correct, ignoring the second half of her statement and (attempting) to ignore the hand on your waist.

Jenni rolls her eyes playfully. “Maybe if you did not play hard to get, I would not have to work so hard for your attention.”

“You couldn’t think of a better way? That’s kinda pathetic,” you feign sympathy, tilting your head a bit.

Without any hesitation, Jenni blurts, “The only thing that is pathetic is that we are this close and we are wasting it by talking.” You inhale and try to think of a response. She continues on before you can finish your thought. “How should we fix that? Hmm?” she utters softly as she moves her free hand to cup the side of your face.

She looks at your lips again. Before fully thinking about what you’re about to do, you lean up and close the gap between the two of you. If she’s shocked by your actions, she doesn’t show it and immediately begins to kiss you back. She tightens the arm that she has wrapped around your waist. You wrap your arms around her with matching eagerness. The way she kisses like she’s starved excites you. 

Jenni pulls back and stares at you before leaning back in and attempting to shove her tongue down your throat. You respond by tangling your hands into her hair and tugging lightly, which seems to excite her as she groans into your mouth. She moves the hand cupping your cheek to the back of your head, ensuring her dominance. She pulls back again after several minutes, and you can feel her labored breaths against your face. 

“I am sorry for the tackle,” she whispers against your lips before moving her attention down to your neck. You tilt your head to the side to give her more space to work with. As she kisses down your neck, she focuses her attention on the sensitive spot behind your ear, pressing soft kisses against it. Due to your breathlessness, you struggle to formulate a response to her apology. 

“It’s oka-” you attempt to reply, but you cut yourself off with a quiet gasp when she starts to suck gently. The sucking turns more intense, and you can’t help the moan that exits your mouth when she bites down, enjoying the feeling of her teeth pinching your skin.

You suddenly hear a faint buzz at the door. Realizing that Laia has finally arrived, you abruptly pull apart, trying to get as far away from each other as possible. As Laia begins to open the door, Jenni quickly makes her way back onto Laia’s bed. You pretend to entertain yourself with one of the paintings on the hotel room wall.

Laia walks into the room and glances up from her phone. “Jenni! Joder!” she yells. 

“What?” Jenni questions, genuine wonder in her voice.

You look nervously in Jenni’s direction before Laia continues. “No shoes on the bed,” Laia finishes. You both exhale quiet sighs of relief as Laia stomps over to Jenni and shoves her legs off of the bed. “Why are you even here?” Laia asks.

Jenni gasps, “rude!”

“She wanted my autograph,” you interject, pulling a laugh from Laia and a glare from Jenni.

“Good reason,” Laia jokes back. “Wait, seriously?” she asks in your direction.

“Yes,” you begin to say at the same time that Jenni begins to speak.

“What? No, Codi, we have plans, remember?” Jenni asks pleadingly.

Another look of confusion takes over Laia’s features. “Plans for what? I do not remember this.”

“Wow. Your memory is even worse than I thought,” Jenni brushes it off, but you can tell she’s becoming tense.

Laia furrows her eyebrows in confusion. “I have good memory, actually. I eat a lot of carrots,” she responds with a proud smile.

“Carrots are for eyesight,” you correct, with a small smile in her direction.

“Ehh. Not what I heard,” Laia dismisses you with a wave.

You laugh, “You talk about carrots often? With who?”

“I never said that,” Laia starts before taking a moment to think. “But yes,” she beams at you.

Jenni groans out of boredom. “Bored,” she draws out, standing up from the bed and walking over to where you’re standing. “Oh, nice painting,” she remarks, pointing to the painting you were busying yourself with moments ago.”

“Yeah, it’s a good one,” you respond, glancing back at the painting. The two of you share a quick smile before Jenni turns to leave.

As Jenni begins to open the hotel room door, Laia yells after her, “Hey! What about our plans?”

“What plans?” Jenni remarks, glancing back toward you with her signature smirk before exiting the room. Your stomach flips, both at her smirk and her admission that the two friends never had any plans.

For probably the tenth time since she’s entered the room, confusion befalls Laia’s face. “She is so confusing,” she states as she drags a hand down her face.

“I know,” you agree with a smile.