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Favorite

Alexia Putellas x reader

Word count: Around 5,3k

Warning: A little suggestive at the end

Summary: Your son has a favorite and it’s not Alexia.

You met Alexia for the first time in 2012, during a Champions League match between Arsenal and Barcelona.

You remembered she’d nutmegged you and smirked as she jogged past. It annoyed you more than it should have.

You spent the rest of the game chasing her down and making tackles, almost earning yourself a yellow card.

Competitive tension quickly turned into mutual respect when you shook hands post-match. She complimented your play in broken English, and you awkwardly returned the favor, already wishing the game had lasted longer.

A year later, you traded the red of Arsenal for the deep blaugrana of Barcelona, craving a change, a new challenge… and maybe a chance to see a certain midfielder again.

Alexia had been the first to greet you at training. She remembered your name, your position, the way you played. That same week, she asked you out for coffee.

Fast forward several years, an engagement, a wedding, and one very energetic, very charming three-year-old later—you were still with her, more in love than ever.

Marco was pure sunshine. His dimpled smile and big hazel eyes had a way of stealing hearts from the moment he was born.

But lately? That adorable little boy had made his loyalties crystal clear.

He had a favorite.

And it wasn’t Alexia.

It had begun subtly—nothing dramatic, just a small moment that, at first, seemed insignificant.

One quiet evening after dinner, you were in the kitchen, hands submerged in soapy water as you tackled the dishes. Meanwhile, Alexia was relaxing on the couch, keeping an eye on Marco, who was busy playing with his toy cars on the living room rug.

As the minutes passed, Marco’s energy started to fade. Still sitting upright, his head began to droop now and then, his little body fighting off the pull of sleep. Alexia noticed it immediately, a fond smile tugging at her lips as she watched him sway slightly.

“Ven, cariño” she called gently, stretching her arms out in invitation. (Come here, sweetheart)

But to her surprise, Marco shook his head and stayed where he was. Alexia blinked, frowning slightly. He never said no to cuddles—not from his mami.

“Mi amor” she tried again, a bit more coaxing this time, patting her lap and nodding encouragingly.

Still, the three-year-old remained firm, his curls bouncing slightly as he shook his head once more. Then he pointed toward the kitchen, tiny finger aimed right at you.

“Mommy” he mumbled, his voice soft but clear.

“Mommy is busy, cariño. Ven conmigo, sí?” Alexia said softly. (Come with me, yeah?)

He stood up, and for a second, Alexia thought he was about to change his mind. But instead of walking to her, Marco toddled across the room toward the kitchen, heading straight to where you were still rinsing a plate. Once beside you, he tugged on the fabric of your trousers.

“Mommy” he whispered, holding his little arms up to you, eyes blinking sleepily.

You looked down, lips forming a gentle smile. “Baby, mommy’s doing the dishes” you said softly. “Go see mami, okay?”

But once again, he shook his head stubbornly.

From the couch, Alexia watched the scene unfold, her brows lifting in disbelief. Her sweet, clingy little boy was choosing you over her—and she couldn’t quite believe it.

“Mommy, I want you” Marco murmured, lips forming a tiny pout. And that was it—you were done for.

With a chuckle, you grabbed a towel, wiped your hands dry, and bent to lift him up. Marco instantly curled into your chest, nestling his head against your neck as your hand instinctively began to rub his back in soothing circles.

You made your way over to the couch, settling beside Alexia with Marco still clinging to you, already drifting off.

“¿Vas con mommy pero no conmigo?” Alexia asked, teasing him with a playful tone. She didn’t expect an answer—he was half-asleep after all—but she got one anyway. (You’ll go to mommy but not to me?)

“Mommy smell good” Marco mumbled sleepily against your skin.

You couldn’t help the burst of laughter that escaped, the sound echoing through the living room. Alexia gave you a mock-offended look.

“Entonces ahora mami apesta?” she asked, pretending to be hurt even though the corners of her mouth betrayed her with a smile. (So mami stinks now?)

Marco let out a sleepy little giggle but said nothing more, already well on his way to dreaming.

“I’m just his favorite” you said with a smug grin, winking at Alexia.

“En tu sueños” she shot back, though there was no real bite to her words. (In your dreams)

What she didn’t know was that this was only the beginning—and over the next few weeks, that truth would become more and more obvious.

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The next time Marco made his preferences—and his protectiveness—known was on a hot Tuesday afternoon.

The late afternoon sun sparkled on the water as the three of you enjoyed the perfect day—warm, relaxed, and full of love.

After a tough morning training session, the pool was the perfect way to unwind. Marco was splashing around in the shallow end, his armbands snug on his little arms as he floated happily in circles, giggling every few seconds just because.

You were in the pool with him, hair tied up and sunglasses on, gently drifting towards him now and then to keep him steady or sneak a kiss on his cheek, making him giggle and plant one on your cheek in return.

Alexia had been sunbathing on a lounger nearby, watching the two of you with that fond, dreamy look she always wore when it was just the three of you.

But soon enough, you heard the familiar splash of her feet hitting the water, and then the smooth movement as she swam over to you.

As soon as Alexia reached you in the pool, she wrapped her strong arms around you, pulling you into her with ease.

Without thinking, you instinctively wrapped your legs around her waist and your arms around her neck, feeling the warmth of her body against yours.

You rested your head softly on her shoulder, your arms tightening around her as you hugged her gently. Her large hand began to rub up and down your back, the soft touch sending a sense of calm through you.

“Te amo tanto” she whispered in your ear, her voice low and tender, full of affection. (I love you so much)

You pulled back slightly, just enough to meet her gaze, a small smile tugging at both of your lips.

“I love you more” you whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

A wide grin spread across Alexia’s face at your response, and before you could even blink, she began showering your face with soft, lingering kisses—one on your cheek, another on your forehead, and then she kissed your lips again.

Each kiss was full of warmth, tenderness, and love, causing a giggle to escape from your lips.

“You’re so cute” you said, the words slipping out between laughs, your voice full of affection and amusement.

Alexia couldn’t help but laugh with you, the joy in the air undeniable as she drew you closer, her lips meeting yours in a soft kiss, laughing softly against your lips.

Marco, who had been swimming nearby, looked up from his little adventures and immediately shouted in his baby voice, “No!” He paddled furiously with his tiny arms, his legs kicking up water as he swam as fast as he could towards you.

When he reached your side, he grabbed onto you with an exaggerated pout, clearly determined.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his determination, pulling away from Alexia just enough to lift him into your arms.

“No kisses! No kissing my mommy! Only me!” Marco said, his voice serious, though still so adorable, his little arms squeezing tightly around you.

“¿Por qué?” Alexia asked playfully, raising an eyebrow, trying hard to hold in her laughter (Why?)

“Porque ella es mi mommy, salí de su barriga!” Marco responded, his tiny Spanish accent making your heart melt. You couldn’t help but coo at him before planting a gentle kiss on his cheek. (Because she’s my mommy, I came out of her tummy!)

Alexia let out a soft laugh, clearly amused by his words. “Pues, ella es mi esposa, ¡yo me casé con ella!” she replied teasingly, taking your hand in hers and holding it up to show him your wedding ring with a playful smile. (Well, she’s my wife! I married her!)

Marco wasn’t impressed, though. He wrapped his little arms even tighter around you, leaning in to plant a sloppy, wet kiss on your cheek. Then, with a cheeky grin, he stuck his tongue out at Alexia.

“¡Solo yo puedo besar a mommy!” Marco declared firmly, his voice full of pride. (Only I can kiss Mommy!)

You laughed, unable to stop the love swelling in your chest at how seriously he was taking this.

“Okay, okay, you win, baby. You can only kiss me” You gently squeezed him, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Eres un pequeño celoso, ¿sabes eso?” Alexia said, laughing, shaking her head. (You’re a little jealous, you know that?)

Marco nodded, his expression one of pure focus, still keeping his arms tightly wrapped around you.

“Just like his mami” you said playfully to Alexia, who laughed even harder.

“Está bien, está bien, tú eres el único que puede besar a mamá… mamá y yo tenemos toda la eternidad para besarnos de todos modos” Alexia said with a shrug and sending a soft smile your way. You couldn’t help but coo at her sweet little comment. (Okay, okay, you’re the only one who can kiss mommy… mommy and I have all eternity to kiss each other anyway)

The three of you stayed in the water, laughing and playing, enjoying these precious little family moments, while Marco kept his watchful eye on Alexia, making sure that his mommy’s kisses were only reserved for him.

——

A week later, the three of you found yourselves back in the underground parking lot of the training facility, ready for another day of training.

This time, you had no other choice but to bring Marco along—your usual babysitter had canceled at the last minute, and with none of Alexia’s family available to help, it left you with no other option but to take him with you to training.

After unbuckling him from his car seat, you carefully lifted Marco out and closed the door gently, making your way out of the parking lot. Alexia walked beside you, her hand clasped in yours as the three of you moved through the echoing, concrete halls of the facility.

Marco clung to you, his tiny arms wrapped tightly around your neck, his head resting against your shoulder as he nuzzled into you.

Eventually, you reached the point in the hallway where you had to go your separate ways—Alexia heading off toward the team training pitch, and you needing to report to physio for your individual session, thanks to the injury you’d picked up two days ago.

You gently set Marco down and crouched in front of him, as best as your sore leg would allow. The strain in your thigh still lingered, a constant dull ache that forced you to move with extra care.

“Okay, baby” you began gently, “Mommy has special training today, so I can’t go with the others. You’ll need to go with mami and the girls just for today” You spoke softly, already preparing yourself for the inevitable response.

Marco’s face fell immediately, his small brow furrowing as he took a step closer to you.

“No, I want to stay with you” he said firmly, his small face set in determination, his eyes wide and pleading.

“I want that too, sweetie, but I have a boo-boo, and I need to do some special training to make it better” You explained, smiling softly at him and placing a hand gently on his back, offering comfort.

“Where’s the boo-boo?” he asked, his voice laced with concern as he looked up at you.

You pointed to your leg and before you could say anything else, Marco leaned down without hesitation, placing a sweet kiss on the spot.

“There” he said, his face lighting up with pride. “I kissed it better. Now you can take me. You’re okay now” He beamed up at you, a look of pure innocence on his face.

A soft coo slipped from your lips at his gesture, a warm feeling blooming in your chest. You cupped his small face in your hand, stroking his cheek with your thumb, and brushed your nose against his.

“That was very sweet, my baby, but it still hurts. I need to do my special training, okay?” you said softly, brushing your fingers through his hair.

At that, his little lip began to quiver, and his shoulders slumped in disappointment. A single tear slipped down his cheek as he stepped closer and wrapped his tiny arms tightly around your neck.

You held him close, feeling the heat of his tiny face press into your neck.

“Shh, it’s okay, my love” you whispered, gently rubbing his back.

Just then, Alexia crouched down beside you, her hand rubbing Marco’s back as she spoke softly.

““Mi amor, vendrás conmigo y verás a todas las chicas. Estarán tan felices de jugar contigo” she said, trying to reassure him. (My love, you’ll come with me and see all the girls. They’ll be so happy to play with you)

But Marco shook his head stubbornly, his grip on you tightening.

“No quiero” he mumbled, his voice thick with emotion. (I don’t want to)

You sighed, resting your cheek against his hair. “Alright” you whispered, softly rubbing his back. “How about this—after training, we’ll go get ice cream. Just the three of us. You can choose whatever flavor you want—chocolate, vanilla, whatever”

His sniffles slowed, and after a long moment, he pulled back, looking up at you with wide, tear-filled eyes and a little pout on his lips.

“Lo prometes?” he asked, wiping the tears from his face. (Promise?)

You smiled softly, helping him wipe his damp cheeks with your thumbs.

“Lo prometo” you reassured him. “Now you go be good for mami, okay?” You wipe the last of his tears away, and he nodded reluctantly.

You kissed both of his cheeks, lifting him gently into your arms before standing up carefully.

Alexia did the same, standing up and preparing to take Marco. With a little struggle, you handed him over to Alexia, the little boy still reluctant to leave your arms.

“Bye, my loves” you said, squeezing their cheeks affectionately.

One hand squeezed Alexia’s cheek and the other gently squeezed Marco’s, causing Alexia to roll her eyes playfully while Marco giggled.

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Alexia’s lips, earning a dramatic groan from Marco that made both of you laugh softly.

“I’ll see you at lunch, baby” you said to Marco, kissing his cheek one last time.

With a final wave, you walked toward your individual training session, while Alexia and Marco went the other direction.

Glancing back at them, you could see Marco nestling into Alexia’s embrace as she rubbed his back, and you smiled to yourself.

After your session, you headed to the lunch area and immediately spotted them—Marco sitting comfortably on Alexia’s lap, happily munching on nuggets while chatting away with a few of the girls.

But the moment he saw you enter, everything around him seemed to vanish. Without hesitation, he scrambled off Alexia’s lap, still holding a nugget in his hand, and bolted toward you.

“Mommy!” he exclaimed, launching himself into your arms with such force that it almost knocked you off balance.

You laughed, managing to catch him and hold him close. “Whoa there! Someone missed me” you said, showering his face with kisses.

“Yes, mommy, I missed you so, sooo much!” he giggled, his little face lighting up with joy as your kisses tickled him.

With Marco wrapped around you like a little koala, you made your way over to grab a plate, fixing yourself some food while keeping him perched on your hip.

As you returned to the table and sat beside Alexia, Marco immediately made himself comfortable—settling right onto your lap as you began to eat together.

The girls around the table grinned at the sight, and you started talking about your session.

“Mommy, you want a nugget?” Marco interrupted your conversation, holding up a nugget for you to take. You smiled, nodded, and took a bite, thanking him sweetly.

“Espera, qué?” Jana exclaimed, blinking in disbelief. “Ni siquiera me dejó tocar el plato antes! Todos le pedimos un nugget y dijo que no!” (Wait, what? He didn’t even let me touch the plate earlier! We all asked him for a nugget, and he said no!)

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. It didn’t surprise you in the slightest. Your son was incredibly protective of his food, especially his nuggets.

“Claramente tiene un favorito” Claudia teased, looking at Alexia with a smirk. (He’s clearly got a favorite)

“Eso no es cierto. Me quiere igual. No tiene una favorita” Alexia scoffed playfully, rolling her eyes. (That’s not true. He loves me just as much. He doesn’t have a favorite)

“Marco” she said, turning to him with a teasing smile, “Puedo tener un nugget?” (Can I have a nugget?)

Marco looked at her, then at his plate.

“No” he replied simply, continuing to eat.

A collective “ooohh” rose from the table, followed by laughter, as Marco turned back to you and offered another bite. You smiled and took it, once again thanking him.

Alexia groaned in mock frustration, burying her face in your shoulder.

“Like I said before, I’m his favorite” you said with a smug grin, leaning your head on hers.

“And like I said before, in your dreams” Alexia replied, making you laugh.

——

Over the past few weeks, Marco had made it very clear who had his heart. His loyalty to you was unwavering—adorable, heartwarming, and at times, downright comedic.

You’d expected him to be your little shadow, your number one fan. But what you didn’t expect was for his fierce loyalty to extend so far that he’d completely forget he was half Spanish.

The same kid who spent half his time speaking Spanish and singing along to Spanish music had apparently made his choice.

And he made that choice very clear at the World Cup final.

You’d trained for this moment your entire life. Years of hard work, heartbreak, and relentless ambition had brought you here. But as fate would have it, so had Alexia’s. Your wife. Your love. Your biggest competition that night.

Standing in the tunnel of the packed stadium in Australia, nerves buzzing in your chest, you looked down at your son—your little mascot, holding your hand in his England shirt with an expression of fierce determination.

“Mommy, you win, okay?” he said with all the seriousness a three-year-old could muster, clutching your hand tighter as he gazed up at you.

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of your chest. Kneeling in front of him, you kissed his forehead.

“I’ll try, baby. Just for you” you murmured against his forehead.

Just then, a familiar figure came into view. Alexia stepped into the tunnel, her red jersey catching the light as she walked toward you with a gentle smile. You rose to your feet, adjusting Marco on your hip as she drew closer.

“Hola, mis amores” she greeted, leaning in to press a kiss to both your foreheads.

“Hey” you murmured, giving her a quick side hug, heart thudding in your chest.

“Good luck, amor” she said softly, wrapping an arm around your waist. “You’re going to need it”

“We’ll see about that” You rolled your eyes.

But Marco was quick to defend you.

“Mommy va a ganar, mami!” he said proudly, pointing directly at you. (Mommy’s going to win, Mami)

Alexia arched a playful eyebrow, a teasing glint in her eyes.

“De verdad?” she said with a smirk, narrowing her gaze at him. (Really?)

He gave a firm nod, his little face set with determination.

“Go England!” he declared proudly, thrusting his tiny fist into the air with all the confidence in the world.

You laughed as Alexia clutched her heart, pretending to be wounded.

“Y qué hay de ‘Vamos España’?” she asked, gesturing to the crest on her chest. (And what about “Go Spain”?)

Marco shook his head quickly.

“No! No España!” he declared firmly, his voice full of conviction.

“England!” he added, patting the little lion crest on his chest for emphasis, as if to remind everyone exactly where his loyalty lay.

“Pero tú también eres español!” she teased, laughing gently. (But you’re Spanish too)

“No, no lo soy!” he exclaimed confidently, puffing out his chest. “Soy inglés, igual que mommy!” he added with a proud smile, pointing at you. (No, I’m not! I’m English, just like Mommy!)

You burst out laughing as Alexia playfully gaped at him.

“Estás literalmente hablando en español ahora, hijo” she pointed out with a wide grin, clearly enjoying the playful exchange. (You’re literally speaking Spanish right now, son)

He shook his head stubbornly, clearly fed up with the conversation, and then wrapped his arms around your neck, resting his head on your shoulder.

As it was time to walk out, Alexia took her place with her teammates and mouthed “Te amo” to you. You responded with an “I love you too” and a blown kiss before stepping onto the pitch.

The match was fierce, every pass, every sprint, every collision filled with raw intensity. And then, Alexia tackled you.

You had the ball, charging toward the goal, adrenaline coursing through your veins—until your feet were swept from beneath you.

You crashed to the ground, the impact jarring. It was a clean tackle, technically speaking, but the emotions of the game made the sting of betrayal hurt more than any physical pain.

She moved toward you, extending her hand to help you up.

“Lo siento, mi amor” she said, apologizing for the tackle, but aware it was part of the game.

You slapped her hand away, your jaw tight, and pushed yourself up without looking at her.

Alexia furrowed her brow at that but understood it was just the heat of the moment, so she didn’t take it personally.

In the stands, Marco was furious. “Mami is a meanie!” he yelled at your mum, who couldn’t help but laugh softly and reassured him that it was just part of the game, that you were fine.

By the final whistle, Spain had won. You collapsed to your knees, burying your face in your hands as tears fell freely. Around you, your teammates wept while the Spanish team erupted into celebration.

Alexia was celebrating, her face beaming as she hugged her teammates. But from the corner of your eye, you noticed she was watching you, ready to come over and comfort you.

However, you weren’t ready to talk just yet. Instead, you got up and walked toward your teammates, offering them whatever comfort you could, despite the tears flowing down your cheeks.

You pulled yourself together just enough to get through the medal ceremony, eyes cast down as the Spanish team applauded.

You didn’t notice Alexia watching you from a distance, her expression shadowed with sadness—every part of her aching to hold you and make the pain go away.

As soon as you received your medal, you made your way into the stands. Your family, your son, your safe place.

“Mommy!” Marco called, reaching out eagerly.

Your mum handed him over, and you cradled him in your arms like he was your anchor, holding onto him tightly as he wrapped himself around your neck.

“Don’t cry, mommy” he said, gently pulling away and using his little hands to wipe away the last of your tears. Your heart melted at the sight. Smiling softly, you kissed his cheek, murmuring a quiet thank you.

You greeted and hugged your entire family, even Alexia’s, all of them offering soft words of pride and comfort.

Eventually, with Marco nestled in your arms, you stepped back onto the pitch. You pushed your heartbreak aside—no matter how much it stung—because it was time to congratulate your wife on her well-earned victory.

Alexia had been scanning for you, and the second she saw you, she made her way over, her expression laced with love and guilt.

“Congratulations, baby” you murmured, wrapping an arm around her in a gentle hug while keeping Marco securely on your hip.

“Gracias, amor… I’m sorry” she whispered, her words brushing softly against your shoulder.

You gave a small shake of your head and pulled back just enough to meet her eyes.

“It’s alright… that’s football. You earned it” you said, pressing a tender kiss to her cheek.

“Baby, come on—congratulate Mami. She’s a World Champion!” you said gently, giving Marco a little bounce on your hip.

“No” he grumbled, crossing his tiny arms with a dramatic scowl. “England lost. I wanted England to win”

You tried to hold back your laughter, brushing a hand over his hair. “I know, sweetheart… maybe next time”

“But Mami is a meanie!” he huffed, narrowing his eyes at Alexia, who blinked in surprise.

“You made my mommy fall! That’s not nice!” he added with a deep frown, his tone full of indignation.

“My little knight in shining armor” you whispered with a smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Alexia let out a soft laugh, visibly touched. “Eso no estuvo bien, ¿verdad? Tienes razón. Debería disculparme” (That wasn’t nice, huh? You’re right. I should apologize)

She turned to you with a tender look in her eyes.

“I’m sorry again, mi amor” she said quietly, genuine remorse written across her face.

“It’s okay, baby” you whispered, reaching up to cup her cheek, your thumb brushing gently over her skin.

“Debería darte un beso para que se te pase?” Alexia teased with a playful grin, earning a giggle from you. (Should I kiss it better?)

She leaned in slowly, but Marco had other plans. With a determined look, he slapped a tiny hand over her mouth.

“No! I kiss Mommy better!” he declared, puffing out his chest.

You both burst into laughter as he turned your face and covered your cheeks in a flurry of kisses making you giggle.

“Qué hay de mí? Soy campeona del mundo, no merezco besos también?” Alexia asked, tickling his belly until he squealed with laughter. (What about me? I’m a World Champion—don’t I get kisses too?)

Giggling, Marco leaned in and planted two loud, wet kisses on her cheeks. Alexia’s expression softened instantly.

Then, with a tenderness that made your heart flutter, she removed her medal and gently placed it around Marco’s neck.

His eyes widened as he stared down at the golden circle, tiny fingers brushing over the shiny surface.

“Vamos, vamos a tomarnos unas fotos con el trofeo” Alexia said, slipping an arm around your waist and leading you toward her celebrating teammates. (Come on, let’s go take some pictures with the trophy)

“Next World Cup, England wins. Not Spain!” Marco announced with pride, making you both laugh as the three of you crossed the pitch—together.

——

But there was one time when Marco didn’t want anyone but his mami… well, sort of.

The soft glow of the nightlight illuminated Marco’s room as you closed the storybook, your voice trailing off on the last line.

He blinked sleepily up at you, already halfway to dreamland, snuggled beneath his dinosaur blanket.

Alexia leaned over to press a gentle kiss to his forehead while you tucked his bunny under one arm.

“Buenas noches, mi amor” she whispered, brushing a few curls off his forehead.

“Sweet dreams, baby” you added, stroking his cheek before both of you tiptoed out of the room, leaving the door cracked slightly, just how he liked it.

You made your way to the bedroom, fingers laced with Alexia’s, and flopped onto the bed with a tired sigh.

“Okay” you began, turning onto your side to face her, “what do you wanna watch—”

But before you could finish, Alexia leaned in and kissed you deeply, catching you completely off guard. You laughed against her lips, pulling back just slightly.

“What was that for?” you asked with an amused grin.

“Ya nunca puedo besarte! Ese pequeño guardaespaldas tuyo roba todos tus abrazos, besos, mimos… básicamente toda tu atención. Soy una esposa muy desatendida” she groaned, dramatically flopping back onto the pillows. (I never get to kiss you anymore! That little bodyguard of yours steals all your hugs, kisses, snuggles… basically all your attention. I’m such a neglected wife)

You let out a soft laugh, leaning over her with a playful grin. “My poor baby” you teased, your voice low and dripping with mischief. “Do you want some of that attention now?”

A sly smile spread across your lips as you slowly straddled her waist, feeling her hands instinctively settle on your hips as she sat up to meet you. Her touch was electrifying, but you weren’t done teasing just yet.

“How about this?” you whispered, your breath warm against her ear as you slowly slipped your shirt over your head, tossing it aside, leaving you only in your bra.

The action made her breath catch ever so slightly, her fingers gently grazing your skin as she took in the sight of you.

Without another word, you lowered your lips to hers, the kiss deepening almost immediately, both of you growing more eager, more desperate.

Her hand slid down your back, gripping your butt tightly as you pressed your body closer to hers, the heat between you intensifying.

Just as your hands tangled in her hair and her lips found their way to your neck, her fingers brushing the clasp of your bra, a soft knock at the door broke through the haze of desire.

You let out a soft groan, reluctantly getting off of Alexia. You quickly grabbed your shirt, pulling it back over your head as she sighed.

She got up and made her way to the door, slowly pulling it open.

There stood Marco, his eyes red and watery, clutching his bunny tightly to his chest. As soon as he saw her, he reached his little arms up, softly whispering, “Mami”

Alexia’s heart melted at the sight. Without a second thought, she lifted him into her arms, holding him close as he clung to her neck. She carefully carried him to the bed and sat down.

“What happened, baby?” you asked softly as Alexia laid him down between you.

“I had a nightmare” he sniffled, eyes wide and watery.

You gently reached over to brush the hair from his forehead.

“You can sleep with us, sweetheart. Want to cuddle with Mommy?” you asked softly.

He shook his head, turning to press his face into Alexia’s neck. “No… I want Mami” he murmured, his voice small and tired.

Your eyebrows lifted in surprise, and even Alexia looked a little taken aback—but pleased.

She lay back, cradling him on her chest as he curled up with a deep sigh. His bunny flopped across her shoulder, and she rubbed his back gently.

A few minutes passed in comfortable silence before Alexia broke it, turning her head toward you with a playful grin.

“Quién es la favorita ahora?” she asked, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. (Who’s the favorite now?)

But just as she finished speaking, Marco stirred slightly, lifting his head enough to mumble, “Mommy…” and stretched out a tiny hand toward you.

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly, shifting closer and resting your head on Alexia’s chest beside Marco’s. He gently pressed his little hand against your cheek, and you kissed his palm tenderly.

“You were saying?” you asked, smirking as you looked up at Alexia, raising an eyebrow.

Alexia huffed out a soft laugh, leaning down to kiss your lips gently.

“Nada” she whispered, wrapping both arms around you and Marco, holding her entire world close.

You were definitely Marco’s favorite, but Alexia was convinced that she’d be the next one’s favorite.

A few years later, her wish came true as your daughter grew into a true mami’s girl.

FIN

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desperate-gay · 2 days ago

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who do i have to kiss to get more steph catley fics??

i’d write them myself but i’ve been so unmotivated and have no requests for my love

#steph catley x reader #woso x reader #woso

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desperate-gay · 3 days ago

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my eyes have been blessed

#alexia putellas #woso

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desperate-gay · 4 days ago

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nope shes actually right next to me as we speak denying it

everyone move my wife posted

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thennn why am i posting my wife

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#steph catley #woso

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desperate-gay · 10 days ago

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first non woso fic posted! i would absolutely love if some of you lovely people would check it out!

i promise woso fic will come soon

Always

paring: maggie greene x fem!reader

summary: unfortunate circumstances brings someone you thought was gone back to you. and eventually the unfortunate circumstances become fixed

warnings: MINORS DNI fingering (r!recieving), soft sad shower sex, baby maggie, season 2 maggie, carl getting shot, slight panic attack, hurt/comfort, and smut ofc

word count: 3.9k

author’s note: first fic posted! maggie is my baby and for all my svu lovers, casey novak fic is next!

“Help!” You shout, your voice hoarse from how much you’ve been crying.

Rick runs beside you, Carl’s limp body cradled in his arms, while Shane drags a man you recognize as Otis behind the both of you.

“Somebody help!” Rick yells, picking up speed as you approach the large farmhouse.

A family rushes out, startled by the commotion—an unusual sound in a world gone so quiet. Your vision is too blurred with tears to make out their faces, but you keep running, desperate for help.

“Are you Hershel?” Rick asks the older man desperately, panting with his son still in his arms.

“Yes, I am. Oh dear, what happened?” Hershel’s eyes widen as he sees the bloody boy.

“He’s not bitten—he was shot.” You say breathlessly, determined. There’s no way in hell you’re letting someone with the ability to help walk away.

Your body collapses into the grass as everyone rushes inside. Maybe you’re in shock. That would explain the tingling in your limbs and your blurred vision. In your panic, you don’t notice one of the family members hesitating at the doorway, eyes lingering on your motionless figure.

“I didn’t mean to shoot him!”

“Shut up!” Shane snaps, dragging Otis by the shoulder of his jacket.

You don’t bother to spare a glance at the two men stomping past you into the house. Your mind is on Lori and the others. They have no idea what happened. They must have heard the shot echo through the woods.

Maybe if you’d stood your ground more about taking Carl along with the others, none of this would have happened.

It’s not until someone rides out to find Lori and bring her back that you snap out of your dissociative state.

Walking into the cozy home, the atmosphere doesn’t match the aesthetic of the house. You can hear Lori’s sobs—something you’ve never grown used to, even after growing up together.

When your gaze falls on the young boy lying on the bed, your lip trembles, and your vision blurs again. You rush into the kitchen, gripping the counter to stay steady on your feet.

Soon, arms wrap around you and pull you into a comforting embrace. You don’t even bother to look—you’ll take any comfort you can get.

“You’re okay, darlin’.”

The soft southern accent makes your eyes snap open.

You know that voice. It’s been weeks since you last heard it—weeks since you thought you ever would again. You pull back, your hands resting against her chest.

“Maggie?” You whisper in disbelief.

Your teary eyes meet hers. Your hands rise shakily from her sternum to her face, cupping the warm skin of the girl you never stopped thinking about. Maggie leans into your touch instinctively, her own eyes shining with unshed tears.

“I thought you were dead.” Maggie mumbles, her voice cracking.

“Oh god.” You breathe, before throwing yourself back into her arms. Maggie’s grip tightens around you, as if afraid that if she opens her eyes, you’ll disappear.

Before the world went to hell, you and Maggie had been neighbors. Not quite house-to-house neighbors, but in a town that small, everyone was basically everyone’s neighbor.

You met at a local convenience store in the middle of the night, both bonding over your late-night cravings for sweets. The two of you walked through town for a while but ended up leaving without exchanging numbers or names.

Maggie couldn’t stop thinking about your smile and your soft nature, so when she saw you again in town, she was ecstatic. That time, she made sure to leave with your number—and a date on the calendar. She figured if she didn’t ask then, she’d regret it if the world ever went to shit.

Little did she know it would happen sooner than later.

You had been dating for six months when you had to travel to your sister Lori’s house, after Rick was shot in the line of duty.

Shane took you in along with the others when the walker population exploded, starting with small towns and quickly devouring big cities. You’d traveled with the group, believing the love of your life and your brother-in-law were both dead.

Now, it feels like the world’s cruel joke—that only when your nephew is lying at death’s door, does fate finally bring Maggie back to you.

“Who is that little boy?” Maggie asks softly from across the small table, where the two of you have chosen to sit and take a breath.

“My nephew.” You whisper, biting your lip to keep the tears at bay.

Maggie rests her hand on your fidgeting ones, gently taking them in hers, her thumb brushing slow circles along your skin.

You sit in silence for a moment before taking a shaky inhale. “Is he good?”

Maggie’s green eyes lift to meet yours, her brows furrowing in confusion.

“Hershel.” You clarify quietly.

Maggie nods after a moment of understanding, then looks away toward the far side of the room, her thumb slowing over your hand.

“Daddy’s the best we got. The best you can get out in this world.”

“Is he a doct—”

Both of your heads snap toward the hallway as sudden screams erupt from the other room. In a split second, you’re on your feet, heart pounding, rushing toward the sound of horror.

You stand frozen just a few steps inside the room. Carl is pale, scrambling, and so small on that bed. Blood is everywhere—on the sheets, on Rick’s hands, on the tools laid out in front of Hershel. Lori is sobbing, Shane is pacing, and Rick… Rick looks like his world is ending.

Your legs won’t move. Your body won’t move. You’re locked in place, watching your nephew fight for his life. You can’t do anything. You’re useless.

Then you feel a gentle hand slip into yours.

“Hey.” Maggie’s voice is low, her breath warm against your ear. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

You blink hard, as if doing so will keep the tears in, but they still fall. Your eyes turn toward her—Maggie, with her steady hands and tired, green eyes. She’s scared too, but she’s holding it together. For you.

“I—I can’t.” You whisper, voice barely there. “I can’t watch him die, Mags.”

“He’s not goin’ to die.” Her hand squeezes yours. “My daddy’s gonna do everything he can, y’hear me?”

You nod, but it’s shaky. Your knees feel like they might give out, wobbling profusely. Maggie notices because in the next breath, she pulls you to sit with her on the floor, just outside the chaos but close enough to feel the tremble of tension in the air.

You rest your head on her shoulder, and she wraps both arms around you, grounding you as the world spins too fast.

“I should’ve—he shouldn’t have even come with us.” You choke out, guilt clawing at your chest.

“No.” Maggie says firmly, pulling you closer. “No, this isn’t on you.”

“But it feels like it is.”

She’s quiet for a moment. Then her lips brush your temple. “I know it does. But it’s not. You’re not alone in this.”

The sound of Carl crying out in pain breaks through the room, and your whole body tenses. You try to turn, to stand up again, but Maggie holds you in place.

“Don’t look, baby.” She whispers, voice thick with emotion. “Don’t make yourself watch that. Just hold onto me.”

You bury your face into her neck and do exactly that, squeezing your eyes shut so tight that it causes a slight pain in the back of your head.

Behind you, Hershel’s voice stays calm but commanding. Rick mutters frantic prayers, Lori sobs uncontrollably, and the room continues to buzz with desperation.

But in Maggie’s arms, just for a moment, you find something solid to hold onto.

—

Your nerves and panic spurts have come and gone all the way until Shane and Otis finally came back with the necessary medical equipment to save Carl.

Maggie didn’t leave your side for one second—coaching you through anxiety attacks, stopping you from biting your nails, and whatever else she caught.

Once Carl was all stitched up, you were quick to sit on one of the now free chairs just to watch over your nephew. Maggie helped her father clean up the blood soaked fabric and everything else that shouldn’t be in eyesight.

You now sit, biting your thumbnail almost all the way to its bed as you watch the little boy’s deeper breathing than it was just hours ago. Rick and Lori sit on each side of their son, resting their heads on the bed to relax from such a stressful moment.

“Would ya stop that?” Maggie scolds lightheartedly, smacking your hand away from your mouth.

“Sorry.” You murmur with the best smile you can conjure up, which you’re not sure if it can even be considered small.

Maggie can see the fear in your eyes along with the twitch and hesitation of your lips. Deeply sighing, she offers you her hand, expecting you to grab on with not many questions.

“How about you take a shower? We still got hot water for now.” She grins, hoping it will cheer you up even just the slightest.

You glance toward Carl again, the smallest part of you afraid that if you take your eyes off him, something might change. That his chest might stop rising. That the quiet, steady rhythm of his breathing might disappear.

But then you look back at Maggie and the way she’s offering her hand, steady and sure, it’s like a lifeline.

You take her hand.

She leads you gently through the house, careful not to pull too fast or speak too loudly, like she knows you’re on the edge of unraveling. And maybe you are.

The bathroom up the stairs is small, but the pattering and warmth of the water starting from the shower is comforting. Maggie grabs all the necessities you need and place them on the shelf next to the curtains.

“I’ll be right outside.” She murmurs, squeezing your hand before going to let go.

As Maggie takes a step, she feels the tug of her arm from your hand still gripping onto hers. Looking back at you, she sees your head tilted down and directed at the tiled floor.

And she waits.

“I don’t want to be alone. Will you join me?”

Maggie wants to protest, but when she sees the desperation in your eyes, she decides against it. Stepping forward, she wraps her arms around your waist and nods before kissing your temple.

Her hands find the hem of your shirt, helping you strip out of the clothes that almost suffocate you from today’s events. The smell of blood and sweat that once clung to your skin now drapes onto the floor, though it doesn’t stop the churning of your stomach.

“Go ‘head.” Maggie nods her head toward the running shower, but when she notices your hesitation, she quickly assures you. “I’ll be there in just a minute, sweetheart.”

Your movements stutter for a moment before you nod, stepping into the unfamiliar warm water. Not sure what to do with yourself, you remain standing still under the showerhead, letting the water drip and trail down your skin.

Eventually you hear the soft rustling of fabric beside you before the sound of the curtain pulling back gently. Maggie steps in quietly, her presence immediately grounding, even though neither of you speaks at first. The water mists her skin, darkening her hair as it falls around her cheeks, and she closes the curtain behind her with care, like you might jump if she moves too fast.

She steps close—close enough that you feel her warmth before she even touches you. Her hands lift slowly, brushing back the hair matted to your forehead before curling her index finger under your chin, lifting your gaze to hers. Her other hand trails down to reach yours.

“You’re shakin’.” She says gently, feeling your hand tremble under her touch.

You hadn’t even noticed until now. You lift your hands, placing them on either side of her face. Your thumbs rub over the apples of her cheeks as your eyes soak in every ridge and pore on her skin.

“I thought I lost you.” You finally whisper.

Maggie inhales deeply as her hands slide to your hips, desperate to feel your skin. Looking into your eyes, she watches as tears begin to build, causing her own throat to tighten at the sight.

“But ya didn’t. ‘M right here and that’s all that matters now.” She assures you gently.

You nod rapidly, reminding yourself that she’s really here. In front of you. Touching you. Holding you. And yet it still doesn’t feel close enough.

Your hands still tremble against Maggie’s face, but it doesn’t stop you from finally pulling her lips down to yours, connecting for the first time in what feels like centuries.

Your lips are slightly chapped—neither of you had the time nor mind to care about something like chapstick—but to you, hers feel as soft as clouds.

Kissing Maggie had always felt cliché, like two puzzle pieces slotting together. But now? Now it feels like two branches that have finally reached one another after years of growing apart.

Her hand trails from the curve of your hip up to the back of your neck, pulling you even closer, noses bumping harshly in the process, but neither of you care. Your grip tightens on her cheeks, your shoulders rising from how tightly you’re curled into her.

“Don’t ever leave me again.” You murmur against her plump lips.

“Never.”

When your lips quickly slot back against hers, tears finally begin to trail down your cheeks. You were already incredibly sensitive before the shower, but now—overwhelmed by the kiss, by her—the feeling consumes you entirely. You’re basically a pile of mush.

Even though the water is pouring over both of you, Maggie can still see the difference. She notices the way the drops fall differently from your eyes. She feels the quiver of your lips and pulls back slightly.

“Honey—”

“Please. Please, I just need to feel you. I need you close.” You practically beg, your hands now flat against her chest.

Maggie’s eyes scan yours, reading every unspoken word written in them. After a pause, she nods and leans back in, crashing her lips into yours once more. This kiss feels like more than a reunion—it feels like a promise to stay.

Your hands slide up from her chest to the back of her neck, your arms coming to rest loosely over her shoulders. Maggie’s fingertips trail down your stomach, and your body twitches instinctively at the touch.

Though she doesn’t want to part from your lips, Maggie shifts to the side, kissing your cheek, then slowly moving to the soft skin of your neck. Her kisses remain tender and loving, but there’s a lingering edge of need—an ache born from all the time lost and the fear of losing you again.

She knows that in both of your fragile states, moving too fast or too rough would only unravel the moment. But after believing you were both gone to the world, it’s hard not to blur the lines.

You gasp softly when her lips trail across the sensitive skin just below your ear, your fingers tightening slightly at the nape of her neck. The water continues to pour down, steaming around the two of you, blurring everything outside the embrace.

Maggie’s hands settle at your waist, thumbs brushing slow, deliberate circles against your skin. Her mouth moves with the kind of patience that says she’s in no rush—like she’s memorizing the taste of you all over again.

“You feel real.” You whisper, your voice trembling against her temple.

She pulls back just far enough to look at you, brushing her thumb gently across your bottom lip.

“I am.” She says, barely louder than the sound of the water. “And so are you. I’ve got you now.”

Your lips meet again, slower this time—deeper. The kind of kiss that leaves you breathless, the kind that makes your knees feel like they’re seconds from buckling. Maggie’s hands slide up your back, fingers splayed, grounding you like she’s anchoring you to the present.

Her lips trail to your chin, then lower to the center of your neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to your skin. Then lower still—to your collarbone, then your sternum. You feel her top lip drag lazily down your body, her kisses messier now, more desperate. She keeps going until her knees nearly touch the floor.

But before she can sink any lower, your hands reach down to grab her biceps, steady but firm, guiding her back up until you’re face to face again.

“I need you here.” You urge, your voice low, your hands remaining on her arms.

Maggie smiles softly, something tender flickering in her eyes, before leaning in once more to capture your mouth with hers. This time, instead of moving lower, her right hand drifts from the curve of your waist, down over the swell of your ass.

Your breath hitches when her fingers slip to the inside of your thigh, dragging upward with agonizing slowness, stopping exactly where your body aches for her most. You’re practically pulsing with need, so overwhelmed it feels like you might shatter from the sensation alone.

Maggie pauses only for a moment, eyes searching yours, waiting for permission.

You nod—once, twice—then tug her mouth back to yours with urgency. You could kiss her for hours and never grow tired. You want to. But right now, you want more.

Her touch is gentle at first, just the slightest pressure of her fingertips against your nerves, enough to make your breath catch and your knees buckle. Maggie wraps an arm around your waist, steadying you before you can fall.

“I’ve got you.” She whispers against your lips, steady and sure. “Always got you.”

She continues, circling your swollen clit with a tighter, more deliberate rhythm, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips as your hips jerk into her hand. You’re so sensitive now, every nerve in your body on fire. Your forehead presses to hers as your breathing deepens, your body leaning into her like she’s the only thing keeping you tethered to the world. Every brush of her fingers, every kiss to your mouth, your neck, your shoulder—each one feels like a promise.

Maggie’s eyes clamp shut at the sound of your whimpers, grounding herself so she doesn’t go too far, too fast. You need this moment. She needs this moment. And the beautiful sounds spilling from your lips remind her of everything she thought she’d lost forever.

Soon, her hand drifts lower, the tips of her fingers lingering at the swell of your entrance. She hesitates for a second, but it’s all the confirmation she needs when your forehead presses against her cheek and you nod, quick and sure.

She starts slow, her middle finger easing in, pumping gently in and out as you stretch around her. When a shaky moan escapes your lips, she slips in her ring finger beside the first, curling them in perfect rhythm.

Her free hand finds the underside of your knee, lifting your leg to curl around her waist, adjusting the angle. She doesn’t dare let go, holding it there firmly so you can stay connected, supported, held.

You cling to her like a lifeline—hands tangled in her wet hair, body arching toward every point of contact, desperate for more. Each thrust of her fingers ripples through you like waves. One rolls out, and another crashes in stronger, deeper, and more intense.

When your hips begin to subconsciously grind with each pump of Maggie’s fingers, you reach out, placing your hand behind her neck and pulling her back toward your mouth, connecting your lips as the pressure builds in your core.

Between the small gaps in your kiss, breathy moans escape, brushing against Maggie’s lips and urging her to move faster. She can feel your wetness grow, dripping down her wrist, and with your moans becoming more consistent, she knows you’re close.

“I love you, Mags.” You gasp, your head falling back against the wall as the coil in your stomach starts to snap.

“I love you so much, sweetheart.” Maggie mumbles along the column of your throat, having made her lips busy there with your head cocked up toward the ceiling.

You try to contain your whines and moans the best you can as your orgasm crashes over you, not wanting anyone to overhear this deeply private, intimate moment.

After a minute or two of deep breaths and sweet kisses, you both agree to finish washing up quickly before someone comes knocking about hogging the hot water.

—

“That girl was crazy as all get out.” Maggie says, shaking her head with a smile as she picks a card up from the pile between you two. You’d both decided to play Go Fish to pass the time.

After your shower, Maggie had offered you one of her shirts—the t-shirt you used to constantly steal from her back when you stayed at her apartment. When you returned downstairs, Carl was awake and okay, just tired and needing rest, which helped ease the worst of your worry.

Now, the two of you sit at the small table by the windows leading out to the porch, where the others are gathered. Otis plays his guitar softly while you and Maggie reminisce about old times.

“I missed that most about you.” You admit after a fit of giggles.

“And what’s that?” The older girl asks, quirking an eyebrow dramatically over the hand of cards she’s holding.

“Your accent.”

Maggie’s jaw shifts to the side before she places her cards face-up on the table. “You’ve got one too, y’know.”

“Yeah, but yours is thicker.” You shrug. “Oh, and by the way—I can see your cards.”

“You cheater!” Maggie scoffs, reaching across the table to swat at the cards held in your hand.

You laugh, leaning back in your chair, eyes glinting. “Not my fault you place ‘em like a damn billboard.”

“Oh, now you’ve got jokes?” She says, narrowing her eyes in mock offense. “Maybe I oughta take my shirt back.”

You gasp, clutching the fabric at your chest like it’s sacred. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Maggie chuckles, eyes softening as they rake over you, like she’s memorizing the image—your damp hair, your legs curled up in the chair, her shirt hanging off your frame like it belongs there.

“No.” She murmurs, her tone gentler now. “Wouldn’t dare.”

The table falls quiet for a moment, save for the muffled sound of Otis’s guitar outside and the soft rustling of the wind against the porch.

You glance over toward the window, then back at her. “Kinda peaceful here, huh?”

“Yeah.” Maggie agrees, sliding her foot under the table to nudge yours. “Almost makes you forget the world’s gone to hell.”

You nod slowly, fingers fidgeting with a card in your hand. “I don’t need the world to be perfect. Just need you.”

Maggie stares at you for a beat before reaching out and lacing her fingers with yours across the table. “You’ve got me.”

“Always?” You ask, quieter this time.

She squeezes your hand. “Always.”

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desperate-gay · 14 days ago

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anybody have knees to spare bc my arthritis is kicking my ass right now

(yes i have had arthritis since i was 12)

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desperate-gay · 18 days ago

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hey everyone! i apologize for not posting lately just have been distracted by other fandoms.

speaking of, i made another blog for my other fandoms i love. so if you’d like, i’d appreciate having a few familiar faces there!

my side blog: @womenlovee

do not worry i will not be stopping this blog and this will be at the top of my priorities, but i want to be able to write for other characters and people i love

also the fandoms in my masterlist is just for now. there may be more added and some may be taken away!

#woso x reader #woso

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desperate-gay · 18 days ago

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the striped bathrobe II a.putellas

i have not written anything in a hot minute so please be kind <3 the striped bathrobe II a.putellas

"-no no i should be home over the next break in november, i'm not up for selection this time. i just need to book flights back home and clear it with the club to take a few days to myself among training." you tucked your phone between your ear and shoulder, fiddling with the bracelet on your wrist to try and get the clasp open.

"yes, by my own choice mum. because i just want a break and they've already cleared it, sarina is a very patient and sane woman." you chuckled, squealing as a hand wrapped around your free wrist, tugging you out of the hallway and into one of the storage rooms.

"mum? i have to go, yeah yeah i'll let you know i love you too bye!" you rushed out practically all in one breath and hung up right as lips pressed to yours, just managing to grab your phone before it fell and hit the floor.

"well hi." you laughed into the kiss, strong hands pressed flat against the small of your back as she drew your body impossibly close into her own. "hola." the taller girl smiled, pecking your lips a few more times.

"kissing in a storage room? capitana..." you tutted with a frown and a sarcastic shake of your head, the catalan woman chuckling and flicking your ear playfully. "i missed you." she professed softly and you melted both at the admission and the lightly accented english.

"i saw you last night ale." you teased, thumb tracing the curvature of her jaw with a smile. "sí, too long." alexia hummed, pulling you in for another kiss and swallowing the joking remark on the tip of your tongue as her own snaked its way into your mouth.

"okay enough! don't you have a big important meeting to get to? that is why you rushed away this morning." you pulled away with a chuckle as you felt her hands start to move down a little lower on your body, grabbing them and moving them to rest on your hips instead.

alexia only sighed dramatically, head falling to your shoulder as her taller form slumped into yours and you snuck a hand up the back of her shirt, nails gently scratching at her back.

but you were right, she had a meeting and as much as she'd love nothing more than to kiss you forever alexia had professional responsibilities to attend to.

though she'd be lying if she didn't admit her priorities were a little...askew lately.

"i wish i could kiss you all the time amor." your girlfriend confessed quietly, voice a little muffled against your neck as you smiled. "i know, i'm just not there yet." you whispered apologetically, your shared relationship a complete secret much to the blondes poorly hidden distaste.

it wasn't that she wanted things between you both directly in the public eye, alexia valued her own privacy very much despite how seldom she was given it, but not even being able to talk about you to her family or closest most trusted friends, wasn't the easiest.

but as always, your girlfriend assured you it was fine and you kissed her again to shut up the apology you knew was coming for her comment, drowning her in assurances of your own that you knew she wasn't pressuring you in the slightest.

even if you knew deep down there was likely a part of her that wished things were different.

it wasn't that you were ashamed, anything but.

it was more you knew the girl tucking her nose into your neck had quite the social profile, known not just to barcelona but the greater world as one of the best there was, infamous la reina.

you weren't exactly unknown, having wracked up quite a few caps both for england and for arsenal before you'd made the move away from the uk and landed in spain.

but you'd also seen yourself be ripped to shreds enough on social media after an own goal in the last world cup and the big move team to team to have deleted most of your social media bar your instagram, which these days was near exclusively ran by your agency team.

but occasionally the insecurity and curiosity decided to hold hands and pull you along, which would lead you down rather toxic rabbit holes of searching your own name and consuming yourself in whatever sorts of headlines and articles that popped up in response.

that was sometimes how alexia found you when you'd made an excuse you needed to use the bathroom at her apartment and disappeared for just a little too long for that to be true, seen to be instead sat on the edge of the bathtub doom scrolling with a frown etched into your normally relaxed features.

your phone would be snatched from your hand, protests dying in your throat as your gaze locked with the pools of hazel that glanced down with a tenderness and an understanding you never really thought you deserved from her.

shortly after both of your phones would then sit dormant on her counter as she'd tell you firmly not to listen to anyone that didn’t truly know you and that what other people thought of you wasn’t your business anyway.

then your hand in hers she’d pull you back to the sofa, drowning you in validation, skin ablaze with her touch on yours, loving and soft yet still so filled with passion you'd never found in any other lover before alexia.

you didn't think you really knew what it was like to be treasured before you met alexia. the girl treated you like a precious jewel, hanging off your every word and looking at you like you hung the moon and the stars.

and for her? you'd do it without a moments hesitation.

to play for barcelona was one of your biggest achievements and you were incredibly proud, however it came at a cost of being put under a microscope, and you couldn't even imagine what might come up if people found out you and alexia were seeing one another.

to your girlfriends credit she'd never put pressure on making anything with the pair of you public, you'd been seeing one another for a little over a month now and you knew she was eager for you to meet her family with how much they meant to her, and you'd been working yourself up to that.

which is how it had come to dinner tonight, both alexias sister and mother going to be in attendance and your stomach had been in knots for days now leading up to it, but you knew this was important and with alexia in your corner you knew you'd be okay.

but it didn't stop the doubts creeping in that you wouldn't be good enough to gain their approval, that once they found out you were wanting to keep your relationship with alexia private they'd be in her ear about it, maybe helping her to realise for good that she deserved better than to be kept in the dark.

"mi amor." you came back to with a hum as a calloused hand stroked your cheek, instantly de-tensing as you met her concerned gaze, a quick smile flashed her way to try and assure you weren't just free falling in your own head.

"you will come over for dinner tonight. sí?" your girlfriend asked with a curious look, a quick glance down to her watch showing she only had a few short moments to get to her meeting.

“yes. dinner and a sleep over!" you agreed with a grin causing your girlfriend to let out a puff of amusement. "i like the sleep overs." the blonde hummed, pulling your body back into hers and wasting no time enveloping your lips with her own.

"i like the mornings after too, like this morning..." alexias teeth grazed at your ear making you laugh quietly, the two of you having woken before your alarms and 'fooled around' before being interrupted by the realities of your schedules.

"mm this morning, you left me hanging." you clicked your tongue at her with a playful glare, repeating the phrase back to her in spanish as her eyes lit up. "alexia! that was not a green light to get in my pants in a closet." you smacked away her wandering hands and grabbed her neck, shutting up her protests that was not what she was doing with your mouth pressed to hers.

the two of you sharing a few more sweet kisses before forcing yourselves apart, alexia letting slip that both her sister and mother were quite eager to meet you.

"i am too amor, i promise." you melted into one anothers touch again, arms wrapped around each other, one last hug before you practically had to force yourselves out of one anothers hold.

"alexia!" you whispered as you opened the door and peeked out, the first to step out from the storage room, a small smack sounding as her hand made contact with your ass, a toothy grin all you got in response as you bit your lip to hide your smile and hurried off to the physio.

alexia tapped her knee anxiously as for the fifth time in a minute she tapped her phone screen, but no notification from you popped up. after training had finished you’d promised to let her know once you were ready this evening, alexia offering to drive so you could arrive and leave together to quell some of your nerves about meeting her family.

but you’d agreed to leave no later than five and it was now nearing five twenty and alexia was yet to hear a peep from you. of course she’d sent messages of her own, called a few times, even checked your location which sure enough showed you to be at your apartment.

maybe you were asleep? you did have quite the admirable skill of being able to take a nap just about anywhere, having dozed off on many of your teammates shoulders on bus or plane trips between games much to the their amusement and ongoing teasing.

she would just go to your apartment and check on you, at least then if you were asleep she could get you up and ready, already having sent her mami a message advising you were both running a little late to which she assured there wasn’t any rush.

though right as the midfielder grabbed her car keys from the counter her phone chimed in her pocket, alexia unable to pull it out fast enough as sure enough this time it was finally a notification from you.

but as she read the words on the screen, her smile dimmed and her lips slowly turned downward into a frown, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as she read the message over a few times to make sure she hadn’t missed anything.

unfortunately though the words she was processing weren’t an explanation for your absence, well i suppose they were, though certainly not the one alexia was expecting.

you weren’t sleeping, or busy getting ready, you hadn’t lost track of time, in fact alexia allowed herself to wonder for a moment if you’d just waited up until the very last minute so she couldn’t do much about it.

but the second those thoughts broke loose from the cage of her mind alexia scolded herself for them, assuring you weren’t like that and she shouldn’t think of you as such.

you’d let her know you were unwell and had come down with a stomach bug of sorts, apologising profusely but explaining you weren’t feeling up to dinner, and that you didn’t wish for your first time meeting her family to be under these circumstances.

on one hand your girlfriend could understand that, you’d been nervous enough about making a good impression let alone that impression being you running to the bathroom every few minutes as you’d so eloquently worded it in the message you’d sent her.

but on the other hand there were doubts that crept in, tiny little snake like feelings that slithered and hissed and wedged themselves into the miniscule gaps of the parts of alexias brain where logic ruled over worry.

little snakes that had her wondering if maybe your nerves had gotten the better of you and this was simply a thinly veiled excuse to get out of something that pushed you beyond your comfort zone, that zone being someone else knowing about the two of you being in a relationship and having to come at that head on.

of course when alexia had organised dinner she’d needed to tell her mother and sister who it was she was bringing, and you were hardly a stranger considering they were at almost every single match, so to some degree this was a tiny step forward you having been okay with that.

but now those horrid little snakes had alexia wondering if you were having doubts of your own, and if your doubts had caused you to retract within yourself and make the excuse to get out of having to confront this face on.

now as much as alexia was a logical person, or so she liked to think so, she was still a human being. so as she sat in the drivers seat of her car, fingers tapping anxiously against the wheel and your message, unanswered but read, sat open on her knee, the blonde was struggling to not let doubt overrule her logic.

you wouldn’t lie to her, you wouldn’t, you couldn’t, you just weren’t that sort of girl.

so with a grunt and a shake of her head alexia quickly messaged you back asking if you needed anything and offering to stop by after dinner, slid her keys in the ignition and her phone into her bag and flicked the radio on much louder than normal to try and drown out those awful little snakes of doubt.

alexia enjoyed her evening as much as she could, she could sense alba didn’t quite buy into your sudden illness as much but she was grateful her sister didn’t pick too much at it, though she supposed given the small but hardly secretive chat her mother and sister had not long after she arrived alone and explained the situation, might have something to do with it.

you’d messaged back a little while into dinner assuring you didn’t want alexia getting sick and that you’d ran down the street to the chemist to get what you needed, but again that you were sorry and promising to make it up to her and reschedule.

though when alexia had later asked if the weekend after the game worked, those little snakes had crept back in when you didn’t reply, but the logic overruled this time, assuring that you were unwell and likely had fallen asleep earlier than normal, and that she would see you at training anyway.

only alexia was still yet to hear back from you as she brushed her teeth and glared at her phone on the counter as if trying to mentally will a message from you come in, her messages from last night and this morning all unread and unanswered as you’d seemingly disappeared.

alexia would like to say she wasn’t surprised not to see you at training given you were unwell, but what did catch her off guard was that you must have called ahead this morning to let them know that since nobody seemed surprised you hadn’t arrived, and yet hadn’t managed to find a second to at least let her know you were okay.

so with that hanging above her head all session alexia threw herself into training, ignoring everyones attempts at conversations, only grunting or humming as needed as her teammates and friends seemed to catch on she wasn’t in a talkative mood and for the most part left her be.

but sensing that might not continue once training was actually over alexia was fast to grab her belongings and zoom out of the change rooms before anyone else had even really come off the pitch yet, deciding to shower at home and when your phone appeared switched off as she called it asl she made on her way to her car, that she’d stop in to see you on the way home just to make sure everything was fine.

you weren’t ignoring her, you weren’t, you were obviously still very unwell and as your girlfriend alexia wanted to let you know she was there for you. you’d always struggled to ask for help and feel like you deserved it when something was bothering you, you’d been very open about that with the blonde.

but with alexia from the moment the two of you had drifted into ‘more than friends’ territory you’d always gone above and beyond to communicate clearly with her how you were thinking and feeling.

you also had always made moves to validate and assure alexia that wanting to keep your relationship strictly between the two of you wasn’t anything to do with her, and despite the fact it was private you were an attentive, kind and passionate partner.

so for this wall of silence to suddenly spring up and coincide with the first time that things weren’t so private and weren’t so secret, all these little doubts and worries and nerves alexia had buried deep down, were pushing to break though, and it was beginning to feel downright suffocating.

but alexia knew seeing you would lift all that, that without you even having to do anything else but smile at her, all of those little snakes would be washed away and she could relax and silence all these nasty feelings trying to consume her an eat away at her usual logic.

when you didn’t answer alexias knock at your door the midfielder tried calling you again but your phone still seemed to be off which had her feeling a little uneasy. especially considering how much alexia teased you for your insistence that the pair of you couldn’t leave to go somewhere unless it was charged to 100%.

so with that unease alexia called out through the door that she was coming in and fumbled around in her bag for the spare key you’d given her just a couple of weeks ago so she could come and go as she pleased.

at first alexia was thrilled and of course did the same, though one night when she was laying in bed and you were asleep curled up next to her she did indulge a little into the darker corners of her mind that screamed the key was just a smokescreen.

a small pretty token to cover up the fact that you didn’t want anyone to know about the two of you, a dirty little secret where the sweet words and lingering kisses shared were hidden away from the outside world, something for just the pair of you to savour.

but as you’d stirred next to her and rolled a little closer, warm limbs wrapping around her like a python and pressing a lazy half asleep kiss to the underside of her jaw as you tucked into the familiar safety of your girlfriends hold, all of those nasty little thoughts melted away and her mind fell silent once more.

alexia of course never shared these murkier innermost thoughts with you, of course if she had you’d had gone above and beyond to quell her doubts, over explaining again that you wanted things between you kept private not from a place of shame or for a lack of adoration for the blonde.

but alexia just kept them all to herself, bottled up and festering, refusing to acknowledge that she was letting them eat away at her sanity piece by piece, when her defences slipped and her guard was down.

because no matter what, she still had you, even if it was just to herself.

really she should consider it luck that she didn’t have to share you with anyone, you were adored among the team and with your witty remarks and cheeky sense of humour had slotted in quite perfectly when you transferred to barcelona.

but still there was a side of you that nobody else but alexia got to see, that alexia got to kiss and touch and worship all for her own, and she needed to remind herself of that maybe a little too often.

none the less the girl found her key and slotted it into the lock, turning the handle with a click and stepping inside, softly closing it behind her and slipping off her shoes before she took another step further just as she knew you liked.

alexia immediately frowned at the state of your kitchen, sink piled with dishes and all sorts of half consumed snacks and protein bars scattered across the counter, none of which were things she’d ever seen stocked up in your cupboards before, both of you with the same nutritionist who prepped nearly most of your meals for the week.

alexia grimaced but quickly began to rinse the dishes out of habit, if you were this unwell to leave your house in such a state then surely you’d appreciate the helping hand of the dishwasher at least stacked and ready to go, this easily had to be most of the dishware you owned considering you lived alone.

and you did live alone, which is what made what happened next all the more bizarre as alexia crouched down to rearrange a few large plates in the bottom of the washer, a frustrated huff leaving her lips as they wouldn’t sit as she wanted, knocking into one another with a clatter that made her jump.

that clatter seemed to attract something, or well someone, else to the source of the new noise.

as alexia finally deemed the washer stacked suitably to her standards she popped back up, only a near blood curdling scream left her lips as she came face to face with a stranger stood across from her, hands curled around one of your football trophies from when you were much younger, that alexia knew lived with the rest of your memorabilia in your spare room.

“¿quién eres? ¿por qué estás aquí?” alexia snapped right out of her shock and into defense mode, grabbing the object nearest to her which happened to be an empty wine bottle and brandishing it over her head threatningly as the mans eyes widened.

“uh uh-shit what did you say?” the man stuttered back, knuckles white with the grip he had on the trophy which he held up as his own makeshift weapon. “¿quién eres? ¿Por qué estás en casa de mi novia?” alexia spat again, advancing around the counter as the mans eyes almost popped out of his head and he stumbled backwards.

“shit um no espoy? no thats not it. shit, uh, no spanish! english english!” he managed to get out, pointing to himself with a nod of his head as eyes eyes narrowed. “who are you? why are you in my girlfriends home?” alexia gave in and spoke a little slower, this time in english which she sensed was the only way she would get to the bottom of this.

“girlfriend? she doesn’t have a girlfriend! who are you?” the man seemed to swell with a small boost of confidence, pointing at her with the trophy and narrowed eyes of his own as the adrenaline of the initial shock began to wear off and alexias mind started to spin.

and then thats when alexia noticed, how she hadn’t before she assumed was due to her fight or flight instinct kicking in, that this strange english man was wearing your bathrobe. alexia would recognise the bright pink and yellow stripes just about anywhere, you’d practically begged her to let you get the pair of you matching ones but alexia had refused.

so why was this stranger, in your home, in your bathrobe, and as alexia looked him up and down, wearing your lucky socks, and judging by the way he was strutting about, seemingly quite comfortable to do all of the above.

but before either alexia or the intruder could say another word, there was the sound of a door opening and footsteps coming down the hall, and then you appeared. you were wearing an old faded england hoodie which was two sizes too large and looked more like a dress, hair disheveled and sleep crusting at the corner of your eyes.

“what the hell is going on?” you yawned, seemingly quite unfazed by this weird man wearing your robe and your girlfriend stood toe to toe with him, rubbing your eyes and trying to wake yourself up a little, squinting as alexia slowly lowered the wine bottle.

this weird man wearing your clothes, stood comfortably in your home, the morning after you’d cancelled dinner with her family at the last minute. you wanting to keep the relationship as one big secret, never even posting anything that would so much as hint you were with someone, alexia knowing next to nothing about your own family and your friends bar what you told her.

this man, the bathrobe, the secret relationship.

“you are cheating on me. with him.” alexia managed out as the wine bottle was placed back on the counter with a sudden clink that seemed to shock you awake as your once half lidded eyes bolted open.

“alexia. no no please let me-” you started toward her, shoving the man out of the way who looked on with a frown as alexia suddenly felt the room start to spin, a hand coming to rest on her stomach which churned uncomfortably at the reality of the situation.

the room seemed to get smaller and smaller as alexia watched your mouth move furiously but it was as if someone had put you on mute, no sound to be heard as the blondes skin itched uncomfortably and she had a sudden urge to peel it all off of herself like wrapping paper.

“no. no no, no.” was all alexia could manage out, holding up a hand and taking a few more steps back as you continued to try and step closer to her, stopping in your tracks and face falling at the hurt so clearly plastered on the taller girls face.

“ale. please mi amor-” you begged, but before you could even get another word out, the front door was slamming and she was gone.

alexia let out small choking gasps as she stumbled and sprinted her way out of your building, almost tripping down the stairs in her haste to put as much distance between you and her and that horrible awful ugly man you’d apparently chosen over her.

not in a million years or for all the money in the world did alexia ever think you were capable of making her feel this way. rejected, disgusted, angry, hurt, insecure, hollow, the emotions came in hard and fast and drowned her, pulling her down deeper and deeper while she kicked and fought to get a breath in.

finally at her car alexia had a sudden realisation when her hand slipped into her pocket, only touching the soft material inside as she’d left both her keys and phone on the counter of your apartment after she’d let herself in.

cursing in spanish and kicking the wheel of her car alexia spat and swore and paced back and forth for a moment, desperately trying to figure a way out of this which didn’t involve going back inside.

only it seemed that problem was due to fix itself without her even having a single say in the matter.

“uh, excuse me? um…hola.”

alexia squeezed her eyes shut at the voice behind her, willing it to be just a figment of her imagination as the gravel and dry leaves crunched beneath his footsteps, and since he was not a hallucination alexia had no choice but to spin around with a steely glare.

it did the trick as the man, still clad in your ridiculously bright pink bathrobe, halted in his tracks and froze.

“you uh, you left these inside.” he held up alexias keys and phone, only he took a step back as alexia advanced to snatch them off him. “please. can you just let me explain before you take off? all of this is my fault, not hers.” the man moved his arm backwards as alexia scoffed.

“no no no oh my god please don’t hit me!” the man cowered as alexia lunged, tucking into himself and holding her keys and phone to his chest. “eres patético.” alexia spat, turning on heel and starting off down the street, she’d figure this all out later, for now she just needed to get as far away as possible.

“no please! please don’t run off before i explain everything.” the man begged behind her, starting to follow as alexia glanced over her shoulder and saw him hurrying after her, quickening her pace and readying to run if need be as he almost tripped over himself.

“i’m her brother! i’m not her boyfriend i’m her brother!”

at that alexia suddenly stopped, the man exhaling a sigh of relief as he slowed to a jog, still keeping a healthy amount of distance between them as he caught his breath and gave an awkward smile to a couple who passed, snickering with amusement at his outfit choice.

“harry. my name is harry. i’m her brother and i’d rather gouge my eyes out with these than ever have anyone think i’m her boyfriend!” the man grimaced with disgust, jingling alexias keys as the footballer crossed her arms over her chest, eyes still narrowed with distrust.

“look i can prove it. see? same last name.” the man grabbed his wallet from somewhere on his person, hand slipping in and out of the robe as he fingered through the cards, pulling out an english drivers license.

hesitating for a moment he bent over and tossed it toward alexia, still not feeling safe enough to take any steps closer as the blonde paused for a moment before bending down to pick it up, inspecting the writing which sure enough did have the last name as yours.

“she got the brains and the uh sporting skills. i’m the good looking one, obviously!” the man smiled nervously clearly attempting to break the thick tension as alexia only hummed curtly, giving the card another look over before throwing it back toward him.

“i did not know she had a brother.” alexia spoke quietly but bluntly. “i did not know she had a girlfriend here.” harry retorted with a small shrug of his shoulders.

you’d mentioned siblings briefly but your personal life wasn’t something you brought up much and alexia respected that for the most part, not even a whiff of your family to be found on your social media accounts which were strictly professional.

“all of this is my fault. i’ll give you back your keys and your phone, and if you want to leave you can, but please at least give me five minutes to explain all of this. if i go back in there, she might just stab me, she had the knife out ready and everything!” the man exhaled shakily with a shake of his head and alexia fought the temptation to crack a small smile at the mental image that brought on,

“five minutes.” was all alexia agreed to, even if it was just for the sake of getting some answers to try and quell the bitter fist which punched sporadically at her stomach every few seconds as the thought of you cheating was rooted firmly in her mind.

harry attempted conversation as alexia slowly followed him back toward your building but given the withering side eye it earned him to speak he fell silent as the pair of them walked in silence, her phone and keys safely returned and in her pocket, promising a quick getaway if needed.

two short knocks and the door was flung open, alexia quickly stepping back as you appeared and she watched your face fall but a small flicker of understanding spark in your eyes as you moved aside to let them in.

“this is all your fault you stupid little dickhead!” you hissed at your brother, smacking him repeatedly as he shrieked and cowered behind his hands, alexia watching on with an odd frown before the three of you took a seat in the living room, harry quick to stand up as alexia made sure to sit in the armchair closest to the exit.

you wanted to get on your knees and beg alexias forgiveness but really all of this had one person to blame, and he was stood awkwardly clad in your bathrobe which you made a mental note to burn as soon as this was all cleared up.

“explain yourself, now!” you ordered with a fierce glare alexia had only seen a few times after your teammates had been wrongly fouled, hardly an angry or tense person off the pitch you were quite the opposite, known to be the one to lift spirits in the locker room or on the sidelines.

“uh, can you translate?” harry asked dumbly as you smacked your forehead with your palm. “she speaks english harry!” you groaned, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as your brother cleared his throat with a nod.

“uh well as i explained, i’m her brother, not her boyfriend-yuck!” the man pulled a face as you fixed him with another glare and he straightened up with an awkward cough. “right. well, basically all of this hugs misunderstanding is my fault. you see this all started when my girlfriend emily broke up with me last week, we-” you exhaled shakily and squeezed your eyes closed, counting to three.

“right! thats it, you had your chance, sit down and shut up.” you ordered pointing to the corner of the lounge as the man scowled and grumbled but did so none the less, alexia growing impatient now which you could sense as you turned your body to face her.

“ale, amor i know how this looks but i would never ever cheat on you. not in a million years-” “its true, our dad cheated on our mum like twenty five times and-” “harry!” “sorry, shutting up.”

“harry called me after i got home from training yesterday and told me he was ‘surprising me with a visit’. but what he didn’t say that he was already here, at the airport, waiting to be picked up, without any plan of how to get to my apartment, and without speaking a word of spanish.” you growled shooting daggers to your brother who sagged in his chair with a huff.

“so then i had to go and pick him up from the airport and get him food and quite frankly i don’t trust him here alone not to burn down my apartment-” you paused to shoot him another sharp look as his eyes rolled but he knew better than to argue.

“so then i had to cancel dinner last minute and i didn’t know how to explain what happened and i was panicking, but then i felt so awful lying to you about being sick that i avoided talking to you for most of the night.” you admitted with a troubled sigh, dragging a hand down your face with a shake of your head.

“so then i was going to come over and explain everything after training this morning but like i said i don’t trust harry here alone and i had to promise my mum not to let her precious baby die in spain so last night i sent a message i was unwell and wouldn’t be in this morning.” you managed out all in one breath, pausing before continuing.

“so i would have called you or messaged back but someone unplugged my phone last night and stole my charger because he didn’t bring one and my phone died. so my alarm didn’t go off and i slept in because someone kept me up until three in the morning drunkenly crying about his ex girlfriend of…three weeks!” you snarled pointedly.

“emily was very special to me, she could have been the one!” harry argued with another huff as you paused to take a deep inhale.”the one of what? june? july? you fall in love every two weeks harry you’re toxic!” you flung your arms about as the pair of you started to bicker and alexia cleared her throat, sending you both to silence.

“anyway. so i know this is all a lot and probably slightly unbelievable but this is why i hadn’t told you much about my family, they are a lot.” you finished quietly, hands rubbing against your knees as you always did when you were uncomfortable.

“yeah its true we’re a bit fucked up. but you could have told me you had a girlfriend!” harry scoffed as your eyes narrowed in warning and he motioned to zip his lip and throw away the key.

“i’m so incredibly sorry, really. i understand if you’re mad ale and i hate that i lied to you, but i would never cheat and i really do want to meet your family. i just…i didn’t expect this is how you’d meet part of mine.” you winced with a small smile.

“please don’t be mad at her, all of this is my fault. i’ll even let you hit me if you want? i’ll try not to squeal like a girl.” harry offered with a shrug as you sighed and buried your face in your hands but alexia cracked the smallest of smiles. “no thank you.” the girl declined with a quiet chuckle.

“but if you go out again in that…someone else may hit you.” alexia semi joked, nodding to the bright pink and yellow striped robe which your brother had still not taken off. “i’m burning that.” you stated bluntly as harry hurried off to change, yelling out that he saw why you liked it as it really was comfortable.

“alexia really i am so so sor-” you stood and began to apologise again as the blonde rose from her own chair, shaking her head and holding up a hand to stop you. “i wish you had told me the truth, i would have understood, helped even.” your girlfriend started as you nodded.

“i know. but if you think harry is weird…he’s the most normal member of my family besides me. its embarrassing, lots of baggage.” you forced a smile as alexia frowned though this time it didn’t hold any sign of malice. “ven aquí.” the girl murmured opening her arms and you couldn’t have stumbled into them sooner.

your repeated apologies were met with assurances she wasn’t mad as you melted into her touch, kissing her cheek a few times in appreciation. “you missed.” the girl retorted with a grin, tapping her lips and making you laugh, the line one you often used on her near daily.

you wasted no time pressing your lips to hers, hand cupping the back of her neck as her own gripped your hips and you poured every inch of your feelings for her into the kiss. “get a room!” the two of you broke quickly apart as your brother returned, pulling a face and opening your fridge.

“and before you go on with your usual feminist shit that is not homophobic, i would say the same thing if you were kissing a man!” harry snapped his fingers at you and buried his head back in the fridge as you exhaled, alexia hugging you from behind with a chuckle and a kiss to your cheek.

“cariño, how long did you say he was going to be here for?”

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desperate-gay · 30 days ago

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i’m so in the mood to write alexia smut (shocking i know) so if anyone has a request, PLEASE send them in

#woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader

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desperate-gay · 1 month ago

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guilty as charged | a.putellas

— Alexia was the perfect roommate. Well, except for one fatal flaw: she always lost your chargers. Fed up, you searched her room, only to find something you definitely weren’t supposed to see.

Tags: 18+, mdni, roommate!Alexia, dom!Alexia (kinda), strap r!receiving, fingering r!receiving, biting, impliedfuckboy!Alexia, slightly long build up before the smut content, tldr: finding Alexia’s strap and not being able to get it out of your mind, not proofread | wc: 6k+

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"Alexia!" You shouted at your roommate who was taking too long in the bathroom. "Where's my charger? I thought I told you to buy your own already."

"Espera!" The Catalan called back out to your frustration, still taking her sweet time in the showers.

"Rich as fuck but can't afford to buy her own charger," you muttered under your breath.

Alexia had developed a habit of leaving her chargers in the locker room or lending them out to her teammates, forgetting to get them back. And, instead of buying her own replacement, she had been relying on your generosity and kindness.

At first, you were cool with it. After all, Alexia has always been a generous roommate — buying you new shampoo whenever you were running low, ordering dinner for your weekly movie nights, and always buying wine for you two to share. So, naturally, you had no problem sharing your charger once in a while. You even decided to buy Alexia her own charger — the fancy kind that charged ultra fast. It cost you a bit more than the average phone charger would but you figured it was just your way of saying thanks for her generosity.

She lost that too. Within just a few days.

So, she resorted back to borrowing yours. And while it was just mildly irritating at first, it only got fully annoying when she started walking into your room while you weren't there, taking your charger and even bringing it with her to training. Without even asking. She just assumed you’d be fine with her borrowing it.

It was always a different excuse every time she lost it.

"Oh sorry, I left it at my locker."

"It's somewhere in the car… I think."

"I think I already returned it."

You tried not to let it get to you, thinking that getting pissed over something so shallow was too petty and childish. But you needed your iPad to do your work, and for that iPad to function, it needed to be charged… which was impossible to do if Alexia kept treating your chargers like they were disposable.

"God," you groaned as you stared at the wall clock, feeling antsy about a deadline. "Alexia! Can't you just tell me where it is?"

"Espera! I'm still washing my hair." She said with an annoyed tone which just annoyed you even more. How is she the one getting annoyed? She’s the one who lost it again.

"Fuck it, I'll get it myself." You groaned under your breath before rifling through her stuff with zero patience. “Where the fuck did she put it?”

Annoyed, you yanked open the drawer built into the side of her bed frame. Unlike the other drawers with things haphazardly thrown in, this one had its contents neatly folded beneath a thin blanket. Without thinking about why the blanket was there in the first place, you pulled it back and froze.

That’s when you saw it right in front of you: a massive, light pink dildo strapped to a harness Your brain short-circuited. You weren’t exactly prudish or conservative; you had your own vibrator tucked away in your panty drawer. But this? This was… a lot.

Your eyes darted over the rest of the drawer. Bottles of flavored lube. Handcuffs. A ball gag. A various selection of dildos and vibrators. On top of it rested the huge pink strap-on you first saw, the cherry on top to this kinky mix. Who knew your polite, friendly roommate was this —

“What are you doing?”

Your soul left your body as soon as you heard Alexia calmly inquire behind you. You spun around, heart hammering. Alexia stood in the doorway, fresh from the shower. She was clad in nothing but a sports bra and a towel slung low on her hips. Her hair was damp from the shower, hanging by the side of her face, dropping beads of water down her wide shoulders and further down her glistening abdomen.

“I—I was looking for my charger,” you stammered nervously, standing up from your crouched-over position. You straightened yourself, wiping the beads of sweat on your forehead and straightening your shirt. “I couldn’t find it and I’ve got a deadline today and... and you know how much I need it.”

You stumbled upon your words, causing Alexia to raise an eyebrow in amusement. You cleared your throat, trying to seem unbothered by what you just saw. “This is just like… the sixth or seventh charger that you haven’t returned.” You said, trying to steady your voice.

Alexia’s lips curled into a knowing smirk as her gaze flicked to the cabinet you’d so carelessly left open. She didn’t look embarrassed or pissed. Not even remotely phased. Just… amused. “Right,” she said, crossing her arms. “It’s literally right there.”

She nodded toward the direction of the chair in front of her work desk placed at the corner of the room. Sitting on top of her iPad, plain as day, was your charger. Heat rushed to your face. How had you missed something so obvious? You could have just swept the room first. Instead, you’d snooped immediately through her drawer and discovered she was some kind of sexual deviant.

“Oh,” you squeaked. Without another word, you lunged for the charger, swiftly grabbing it. You gave a tight-lipped smile to Alexia before holding it up just to show her you got it. It took everything in you to only look at your roommate from the head up, not allowing your gaze to lower down to her bare torso. You were never flustered like this around Alexia. She was often sauntering around the house in just a sports bra and workout shorts; it never bothered you… until now. “I guess I just missed it.”

You spun on your heel and bolted for your room, shutting the door behind you. Pressing your back against it, you exhaled a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “What the fuck did I just see?”

Alexia found it cute how flustered you acted after the incident.

She had always been careful about her intimate life. When living with roommates, she never brought girls home, never let her personal indulgences spill beyond the walls of her bedroom. It was a part of her life she preferred to keep discreet and private. Though, at times, it wasn’t easy.

She briefly recalled the short period when she roomed with Marta during the pre-CGH days, when her co-captain was still single. Keeping that side of herself hidden had been a challenge, especially when they were sleeping just a few feet apart, separated by non-soundproof walls. Bringing girls home had become a strategic endeavor, timed around Marta’s schedule, because Alexia was very aware that her extracurricular activities weren’t exactly… quiet.

After years of having roommates, Alexia thought maybe it was time she stopped sharing her space. She was earning enough to live alone, and most of her teammates no longer needed to split rent either. It had seemed like a natural step forward.

Then you came along.

You were the team’s new graphic designer, originally working for the men’s team until the club restructured and brought in a new agency to replace your old role. That shift had introduced you to the women’s squad, and Alexia had taken an interest in your work almost immediately. At first, you chalked up her attentiveness to her captain’s duties; it was something you presumed was to be expected of Alexia.

But then she did something you never saw coming.

When the team heard you might have to quit — your apartment was full of black mold, and finding an affordable place nearby on short notice was impossible — Alexia made you an unexpected offer. She had a spacious place with two bedrooms and didn’t mind charging you below market value, making it the perfect solution.

You had understood what a big gesture that was for her. What you hadn’t known was just how much she had given up by letting you move in.

Her newfound freedom was gone. She could no longer bring girls home on a whim, given your unpredictable work modality schedule. Late-night hookups were practically impossible when you were always up until ungodly hours, hunched over your iPad in the living room, working on some random side gig.

Alexia knew that you two were old enough to understand that sex was a part of life and that bringing home girls shouldn’t be a thing to be ashamed of. But she knew that her situation was different. It wasn’t that simple

Still, she didn’t mind. She liked having you around far more than she missed fucking around.

Though you having found her stash did have her thinking that probably she treated it far more taboo than what it was. So what if she liked loud, unrestrained sex that could last for hours? It wasn’t like it happened every night. And surely, you had a few toys of your own tucked away in your room.

Maybe this could be an opportunity — a way for you to start accepting that your roommate simply… enjoyed being active.

So, she tried opening up the subject. While you two were cooking your respective dinners, Alexia tried casually asking you if you remembered what you had seen in her cabinet. You were so startled you nearly cut your finger instead of a potato.

While you two were on the drive back from work, Alexia tried to engage you in a conversation about sex but you pretended to have a bad stomach, making fake groaning sounds to pretend you couldn’t hear what you were saying.

Honestly, Alexia should have been frustrated by your immaturity, by your outright refusal to discuss something so simple like an adult. But she couldn't fully get annoyed with you ever... and it was because of the massive crush she had on you.

Alexia always found you cute. She liked your quirky mannerisms and the way you made her laugh even if you didn’t intend to. She liked your work ethic; she always valued people who took their job seriously. It didn’t help that you were always walking around the house in very tiny shorts with silly cartoon designs that always caught her eye.

Her attraction to you had only grown the closer you became. You were naturally affectionate with her, always touching her in small ways — a hand on her arm, leaning against her shoulder, sitting on her lap whenever the squad was around and there weren’t any seats. You never seemed to mind being touchy with her.

A part of her knew that maybe she didn’t mind not bringing girls home because… well, she had you. Your company and presence meant more to her than casual sex ever could. That didn’t mean, of course, that she wouldn’t have you if you let her.

There were nights when she had to physically stop herself from suggesting a friends-with-benefits arrangement. She valued your friendship too much to risk it over something so fleeting; she wasn’t about to fumble a great friendship just because she couldn’t keep her hands to herself. Besides, after seeing how you squirmed at the mere mention of sex, she knew you'd never go for something like that.

…Or would you?

You were hunched over your iPad, rushing to finalize a mock-up for new merch designs. The design head thought that since you managed social media, you might as well help out with merch design too. It made no sense to you but she had drilled into you that it was crucial you got it done by today. You wouldn't have been so annoyed by a task outside your job description, if only the assignment wasn't given a day before the deadline.

Hence, why you were stressed-out and aggressively illustrative design mock-ups on your iPad. It was already midnight and you were expected to report to work at 9 in the morning. It was just too little time.

And then, just as you were adding the final details, your iPad screen went black. The device shut off. When you tried pressing the power button, hoping it was just an accidental press that put the device to sleep, it displayed the dreaded low battery logo.

“Fuck!” you cursed, slamming your Apple Pencil onto the desk. You let a frustrated groan rip through your chest. You knew the battery had been low, but you had been so deep in the work that you ignored all the low battery notifications.

Great, now the momentum is gone, you thought.

Fine, whatever, you said to yourself. You just needed your charger. You pushed back from your desk and marched to your room, heading straight for the spot where you knew you had left it, which was right on top of your makeup bag.

Except… it wasn’t there.

Frowning, you checked your drawers. Nothing. Your bag? Not there. You even looked under your bed, as if it had somehow magically fallen and rolled into hiding. And then it hit you. Alexia had borrowed it again earlier this morning with the promise that she'd return it instantly.

You grew frustrated. In the past days, you haven’t really been angry or emotional around Alexia and it was mostly because you felt awkward about the drawer incident. But now, all you could think of was how fucking annoying it was that this happened again.

She knew how important your charger was, how often you needed it for work. And yet, she had forgotten to return it again on deadline night of all nights. Adrenaline pumping, you stormed toward her room, fists clenched. Without hesitation, you pushed the door open.

“Alexia, where the hell—”

Your words caught in your throat.

Alexia stood in the middle of her room, dressed in nothing but a sports bra and a pair of loose shorts that showed off the top of her Calvin Klein underwear, mid-stretch, her toned stomach and arms on full display.

You blinked, caught completely off guard.

For a moment, you forgot why you were even there. Then, you shook your head, snapping yourself out of it. “Alexia, give me back my charger.”

She didn’t even flinch at your tone. Instead, she raised an eyebrow, a smirk growing on her face. “Oh? Someone seems mad.”

You groaned. "I'm not just mad, okay?" You corrected. "I'm fucking stressed. I have a deadline for a task that isn't even part of my job's jurisdiction and I've been working all night on Blender and Procreate and —"

You paused to take a breath. "I just had enough, okay?" You said more calmly. “I just need to finish this right now but I can't cause you took—"

Alexia tilted her head. “I took your charger?”

“Yes?" You said incredulously.

Her brow lifted slightly. “I returned it earlier today.” She said. "Remember? At breakfast? I even fixed you a bowl of chocolate oatmeal as a thank you?"

You frowned, momentarily thrown off. “What?”

“I borrowed it this morning, but I gave it back before you left to work at that café.”

And just like that, it clicked.

Fuck.

You probably didn't notice Alexia returning it cause you were too busy working. Suddenly, you remember you had taken it with you. You had plugged it in at the café, worked there for hours, and then… left without it.

Your anger deflated instantly, replaced by embarrassment. You opened your mouth, then closed it again, feeling your face heat up.

“Oh.”

Alexia let the silence stretch just long enough to watch you squirm, then let out a soft chuckle. “I’ll let that one slide.”

You sighed, rubbing your face. “Sorry, Alexia. I’m just—”

“Stressed,” she finished for you. Then, her voice softened. “Cariño, don’t be. I’ll talk to your boss tomorrow and make sure you get another day. I’ll just put the blame on me.”

She smiled, stepping forward. "They can't say no to me."

Before you could react, Alexia stepped forward and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you closer to her by the waist, offering a small hug to comfort you. You exhaled, tension still buzzing in your body.

“Okay,” you mumbled, leaning into her. “I'm sorry for storming all mad and accusatory like that.”

“I know,” she murmured. “Why don’t I give you a back rub?”

You hesitated, but your muscles did ache from hours of work, hunched over a table and stressed beyond belief. Your shoulders were practically begging to be rubbed. “…Fine.”

Alexia guided you toward the bed, settling herself against the headboard while she sat you in between her legs with your back resting against her. The second her hands found your shoulders, thumbs pressing firmly into the knots of tension, you exhaled a slow breath.

“Oh,” you muttered, eyes fluttering shut. “Alexia, yeah, that feels good.”

She hummed in response, continuing to knead the stiffness from your shoulders. Her hands were firm yet gentle, and before you knew it, your body melted into her touch. She rubbed into your shoulders at the perfect firmness, finding where the knots were on your upper back and shoulders before massaging them away.

“Mmm,” you murmured. "Fuck, that's so good."

Alexia’s hands moved lower, moving from your upper back and shoulders area to something more in the middle of your back. Alexia's hands kneaded the tension from your back, her fingers expertly working under the shoulder blades. You let out a slow exhale, sinking into the warmth of her body behind you.

“Let’s take off your cardigan,” she murmured, her voice smooth, low. “It's getting in the way.”

You nodded absentmindedly, already half-lost in the sensation of her touch. You were practically floating in the sensation, only to be snapped out by the sensation of her arms grazing your chest as she unbuttoned your cardigan. You bit your lip as her fingertips grazed against your nipples as she helped you shrug off the cardigan. The contact was fleeting— perhaps, accidental — but it was enough to send a sharp jolt through you.

Your breath hitched, and you hummed, trying to brush off the growing heat in your core.

Alexia continued the massage, but this time, as one hand stayed firm on your shoulder, the other drifted lower, her fingers ghosting over your left nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt. The touch was light, almost imperceptible, but your body reacted instantly. You jumped slightly at the sensation.

Alexia leaned in, her lips grazing your ear. “Relax,” she whispered in a low voice, her breath warm against your skin. "This is gonna help you release all tension. Trust me."

You hesitated, pulse quickening, but you didn’t stop her. You let yourself sink back against her, allowing it to happen. Her touch grew bolder. Soon, both hands were on your chest, the pads of her fingertips rubbing slow, teasing circles over your hardened nipples, the friction from the fabric of your shirt only heightening the sensation. A quiet moan slipped past your lips before you could stop it.

Alexia smirked at your reaction. "Yeah, just relax and let go." She cooed in an innocent tone as if she was still massaging your back. Now, Alexia's fingers moved deliberately, alternating between rolling your nipples between her fingertips and slightly pinching at them, coaxing more breathy sounds from you. Your head soon rested back against her shoulder, and she took the opportunity to press a slow, lingering kiss to the side of your neck.

A soft hum vibrated against your skin. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”

You swallowed hard, your body answering for you as you let out another shaky moan. Alexia's mouth was on you again, gently kissing and nipping at the delicate skin of your neck as you felt her hands slowly move under your shirt.

You whimpered her name as you felt her fingers against your bare skin, running against them. Alexia smirked at the way you were reacting and quickly agreed to letting her touch you like this.

Before you could even realize, Alexia was reaching under a nearby pillow. Under it, she had a toy she left from her own masturbation session last night. If your eyes were opened, you would have probably chickened out at the sight of the neon pink massage wand but you were too busy enjoying Alexia's playful, little massages.

Soon, Alexia had slotted in the head of the toy in between your legs, pressed against your soaked pajama shorts. She clicked the on button and you practically moaned out instantly. Your eyes opened but before you could say anything in protest, Alexia shushed you. "It's just a massage wand. It'll help you loosen up."

You were a smart girl. You knew what Alexia was doing and normally, you would have called her out but tonight… Tonight, you were exhausted. You were tense. And with the way her hands had been working over your body, the way the vibrations of the wand had begun to hum softly against your core, the fact that you've spent the past few days fantasizing about what it would be like to experience the Alexia Putellas…

You found no reason to stop her.

“…Okay.”

Your voice was soft, almost breathy, and it sent a visible shiver through Alexia. She loved hearing you like this: so obedient and pliant, so willing, so cute when you agreed to let her touch you.

She pressed a slow, lingering kiss just below your ear before murmuring, “Now, be a good girl and take off your bottoms for me, okay?”

You didn't hesitate, swiftly lifting your hips to push your bottoms off of you, kicking them off with your legs. Alexia put a hand firmly under your left thigh, pulling you closer to her. With her right hand, she put the toy back against your core, sending a wave of vibrations that had your legs trembling.

Alexia's left hand was back in your left breast, pinching at them to elicit tiny and cute moans that she loved so much. You unconsciously rocked your hips against the toy, seeking to chase out the pleasure, praying Alexia would turn up the speed so you could arrive at your orgasm sooner.

As you whimpered, gripping the sheets beneath you, Alexia carefully removed the toy from between you. “W-what?” you stammered, your mind foggy from the pleasure coursing through your body.

Alexia’s hand on your waist tightened slightly. “Last night… when you fell asleep on the couch…" she paused, teasingly. "You were whimpering.”

Your eyes snapped open, embarrassment crashing over you like cold water.

Shit. You had dreamed about her again.

Before you could even attempt to defend yourself, Alexia chuckled, her breath warm against your skin. “That’s not even the best part.” She leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss just beneath your jaw. “You dropped your phone on the floor — probably right before you dozed off." She murmured. “So, naturally… I picked it up.”

Your stomach twisted in mortification, and you didn’t even have to ask to know where this was going. Alexia hummed, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Imagine my surprise when I saw what you were searching for.” Another soft kiss, this time against your shoulder. “How to ride a strap.”

A whimper escaped your throat as she increased the speed suddenly. At this point, your legs were shaking.

Alexia let out a quiet laugh. “I thought it was cute.” Her fingers were now teasing circles against your inner thigh, making you twitch. “And I know you’ve been stressed. High-strung. So instead of just teasing you…”

She suddenly pressed the vibrator against you again with more pressure, turning up the speed without warning. A loud, broken moan spilt from your lips as pleasure began to build inside you. Your head tilted back, resting your weight onto the Catalan, body arching into the sensation as Alexia guided the toy against you.

“There you go,” she murmured, watching in amusement as you squirmed, your thighs trembling against hers. She subconsciously licked her lips as she saw your wetness completely cover your core and inner thighs. “You’re making such a mess, cariño.”

You barely heard her, too lost in the overwhelming pleasure. It was too much, too good. It felt like at any moment, you were going to explode with pleasure.

And then, just as you were about to orgasm, Alexia pulled the wand away again.

Your eyes flew open, a frustrated whine escaping your lips. “Alexia, what the fuck.”

“Shh,” she interrupted smoothly, putting aside the toy. “We’re just getting started.”

The next moments went by so quickly that you could not process how you managed to end up completely naked on top of Alexia who was now wearing the pink strap you saw from the other day around her waist, on top of her Calvin Klein underwear. You bit your lip as you straddled her upper thighs. It seemed like you were gaining consciousness now as you stared at the silicone member. It was long and girthy, shining slightly with the lube Alexia poured on it.

Alexia’s hands traced lazily on your legs and thighs. “Come on, show me what google told you to do,” she teased.

You bit your lip as you stared at the obscene size of the silicone, hesitating. “Alexia, I don’t think…”

Alexia sat up, grabbing your waist as she pressed a kiss on your mouth. “Shh, of course you can,” she reassured in between kisses. Her mouth felt so soft and warm against yours. The sensation of her mouth on yours was hypnotizing you again, making you feel soft and needy. It’s like her lips make me dumber, you thought to yourself.

Alexia shifted the position so you’d be laying on your back and she’d be slotted in between your spread legs, she continued to kiss you, knowing it was what you needed to not feel intimidated and hesitant. Soon, you could feel her hands stroke your inner thighs. “Why don’t I help you out,” she whispered. “Just so you wouldn’t be so shy, hmm?”

You nodded, obedient and docile under your roommate. Alexia locked eyes with you, breaking the kiss. A sigh escaped your lips as her warm hazel eyes met yours. It felt like you could melt into those beautiful, honey-colored pools.

You were so captivated by Alexia’s eyes that you didn’t notice that she had two fingers playing around your entrance, desperate to enter you.

You opened your mouth and let out a gasp as soon as two of her fingers thrust into you, deliberately with a careful firmness to them. Alexia smiled, eyes still fixed on yours, as she carefully curled them into you. The Catalan practically moaned at the feeling of you tightly clenched around her long and thick fingers.

“Fuck,” your voice came out softly as you felt yourself clench around her, soaking her fingers with your slick arousal. “I want more… please.”

That was all Alexia needed to hear. It was enough to send her over the edge. She started thrusting in and out of you with a faster, harder pace to it. You moaned out loud as you felt her fingers slam into you, curling every time into your sweet spot, causing you to arch your hips and grip onto her shoulders.

“Just like that,” Alexia muttered against your ear, her breath hot and uneven. “Let me hear you, cariño.”

Any sort of restraint you had left was gone. Your moans spilled freely as her fingers drove into you mercilessly, stretching you open, coaxing you toward the edge. You felt delirious, drowning in sensation, the heat between your legs unbearable.

Alexia couldn’t count the number of times she had touched herself to the thought of you like this — writhing, moaning, begging for her. But even her filthiest fantasies paled in comparison to the reality of you falling apart in her hands. You were so much more unbelievably stunning, intoxicating, and wrecked beneath her. No girl she's ever fucked before has gotten her this worked up. It was taking everything in her not to ruin you completely. She didn't want your first time to be too intense.

Her fingers worked you open with ease, curling inside you as her mouth traced a path of heat across your skin. She kissed and sucked at your neck, her tongue dragging along your collarbones before moving up to your jaw, nipping just enough to make you whimper.

But her favourite spot was the crook of your neck, right above your right collarbone, where she latched on and sucked hard, marking you. The second she did, you dug your nails into her back, moaning her name so loudly she knew the whole floor would hear but you were completely fucked out of your brains to even care.

You could feel Alexia’s smirk against your skin as she heard you moan out loud. She positioned her hand differently now so not only was she thrusting into you with two fingers, she was also rubbing your clit with her thumb. It was driving you insane.

Your thighs instinctively clenched around her hand, trying to slow her down as the pleasure was getting intense and you were growing sensitive. But Alexia wouldn’t let you control the pace or her movement. She pinned your hips down, forcing you to take everything exactly how she wanted.

“Take it,” she gritted, lips brushing against your ear. “If you try to press your legs together again. I swear to god I’ll stop right now.”

You acquiesced, trying to not fight the urge to clamp around her, desperate to get that orgasm. Alexia smiled as she pumped her fingers faster, readjusting her position and pressing her palm flush against your clit. Each thrust of her hand sent waves of pleasure crashing all throughout your body. The knot in your stomach coiled tighter, unbearable now, your entire body tensing.

Your roommate knew you were close, judging by your stuttered breathing and the way you were clenching tightly around her, but she knew she couldn’t let you cum yet. Not while she’s had the pleasure of letting you live out your fantasy.

Alexia pulled her fingers out of you, leaving you throbbing and empty and before you could even think to complain, she hooked her arms around your back and lifted you effortlessly. A small gasp escaped your lips as she shifted you back onto her lap, holding you steady against her hips, exactly where she wanted you.

“Ride me,” she said, her voice low and commanding. Her hands settled on your hips, thumbs pressing into your skin, grounding you. “Show me what you want to do to me.”

With your desperation to cum, there was no hesitation left in you. You nodded eagerly, obediently, as you squatted above the strap, your thighs trembling with anticipation. You hovered just above it, adjusting your position, but even as you took control of the movement, Alexia never relinquished her dominance. Her fingers tightened around you, her presence overpowering, making it clear that even though you were on top, she was still in charge.

You bit your lip, carefully making sure that you were lined up, but Alexia was growing impatient. With a strong grip, she held you steady and thrust upward, burying herself inside you with one smooth motion. The sudden intrusion knocked the breath from your lungs, your balance wavering as you instinctively grabbed onto the headboard for support. The head of the dildo pressed deep, almost kissing your cervix, causing you to curse and shut your eyes at the sensation.

You took a deep breath before lifting yourself slowly, feeling every inch of her slide against your walls, then sinking back down, your movements cautious at first.

Alexia watched you, her eyes dark and hooded, her grip possessive as she guided your pace. But it wasn’t long before her restraint wavered. As soon as she saw you settle into a rhythm, she met you halfway, thrusting up in perfect sync, pushing deeper, filling you more completely.

Your moans spilled freely from your lips as your body surrendered to her, the stretch overwhelming but intoxicating. “Fuck,” you gasped between gritted teeth, your nails digging into her skin as you kept balance. “You’re so big.”

Alexia smirked, dragging her hands up your sides before pulling you down harder onto her length. “Yeah?” she taunted, her voice thick with amusement and desire. “Too big for you?”

You could only nod, barely able to think, barely able to breathe, as she took back every ounce of control you thought you had. “Yeah, but it feels so good.” You said breathily. Even if you were already getting a bit winded, you knew you couldn’t stop now. Not while your orgasm was slowly building up inside you again.

Alexia moved one of her hands from your waist up to your breast, squeezing your plump breast firmly. She squeezed again at the sensitive bud of your nipple causing you to moan out again. She moved her hands back to settle behind you before she quickly sat up so that she could suck on your breasts while you continued to ride her.

The shift in her position caused the silicone member to curve into you, now pressing and grazing your sensitive spot with every bounce and thrust. Paired with the sensation of Alexia’s tongue skillfully playing and flicking against your nipples, it was surely sending you closer and closer over the edge.

You moved your hands to Alexia’s shoulders, giving you better mobility to ride her, breasts practically bouncing in front of Alexia’s face. She chuckled, sensing your desperation. She sat back up again, holding you upwards to keep your balance.

“Fuck, Ale,” you said, voice whimpery and erotic. You sounded almost obscene. “I’m so fucking close.”

Alexia moaned at the sound of your broken plea, her own arousal spiking as she felt the way you moved against her, grinding down harder, chasing your release with reckless abandon. “I know, baby,” she husked, her voice thick, hands tightening on your hips. “Just a bit more. Be good for me.”

You obeyed, but it was barely conscious — your body was on autopilot, instinct taking over as you rode her with increasing urgency. You felt yourself clench around her, your hips stuttering as the orgasm was slowly building up, causing you to clench. Thankfully, Alexia never loosened her grip. Even as your strength wavered, she held you firm, guiding you through it, her own body rising to meet yours. The shift in control was subtle but absolute; your arms wrapped around her tightly, your forehead pressing against her shoulder as you let her take the lead, her strong hands dictating your pace, her hips rolling upward, filling you over and over until you were unravelling completely in her hold.

Your moans grew louder, almost obscene and pornographic, echoing off the walls in a way that made Alexia smirk. If you kept this up, you’d both be getting a formal complaint from the condo association by morning. Alexia shushed you. “Cariño, I know it feels good but you need to quiet down.”

“Can’t–” you muster to say out, still moaning. Alexia groaned, torn between wanting to hear every filthy sound you made and knowing she had to shut you up before the neighbors got an earful. Thankfully, she got an idea.

“Baby,” she murmured between gritted teeth, punctuating her words with a sharp thrust that made you jolt. “Why don’t you bite my shoulder?”

You shivered at the suggestion, barely processing her words but nodding anyway, too far gone to argue.

“So no one gets mad at you for being such a good girl and riding me, yeah?”

That was all it took. You latched onto her shoulder, hesitant at first, lips parting against her sweat-slicked skin. But then she snapped her hips up harder, gripping your waist and bouncing you with ease, using her strength to fuck you onto her strap. The sudden onslaught made you lose control. Your teeth sank into her skin, muffling your moans into the muscle of her shoulder.

Alexia groaned out but the sting of your teeth pressing against her skin didn’t stop her or slowed down her pace. The pain felt like a motivation to get you where you needed to be. It didn’t take long. Alexia could feel by your shaking legs and the tightness of your grasp and the breathy moans you were exhaling into her skin.

“Come on, baby,” she rasped, voice strained as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge. “Give it to me.”

With only a couple more deliberate thrusts that pressed against your sensitive spot, you came undone, practically melting into Alexia’s arms.

It was a great idea for you to be biting against her or else your moan would have been heard throughout the whole building. Alexia held you through it, her hands steady, her grip firm, prolonging your pleasure as she slowed her thrusts, letting you ride it out. When your body finally sagged against her, she stopped the slow thrusting and wrapped her hands around you to form a hug, rubbing your back as she allowed you to breathe heavily against her skin.

You unlatched your mouth, a string of saliva forming from her shoulder to your mouth. You wiped at it sluggishly, still breathless, still full of her as she had not pulled out of you. Your forehead pressed against hers, the intimacy of the moment settling between you both.

“I forgive you,” you murmured, your voice hoarse, breath still uneven.

Alexia blinked, still coming down from the high. “Huh?”

“For stealing my charger.”

There was a beat of silence before Alexia burst into laughter, her breath mingling with yours as she shook her head. “You’re unbelievable.”

You hushed her, planting your lips on hers. "You still gotta make up for the seven or eight more you lost." You teased.

"I'll make it up a hundred times over if I have to." Alexia responded, a smirk toying on her face. "Just make sure you can take it."

It was gonna be a long night.

a/n: i feel like this is identical to all the other strap fics i've written but idgaf at least im writing again!!! anyway, still working on the longer fic and working on other ideas for shorter Alexia fics. i hope you guys still liked this AAAAAAA pls be nice

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Hi, I hope you're having a great day! I'm the anon who requested this Frido fic and I just wanted to thank you! It's a great read and somehow came out even better than I expected! I love it so much and I really appreciate you <3

awee i’m so glad! i love frido so much and i loved the request

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Frido, at home, wait you already knew?

This Is Forever

Fridolina Rolfö x fem!reader

“No no no no no.” Frido panics, having received an unwanted text.

She had everything set up.

“What’s going on, min kjærlighet?” You ask, rounding the corner from the kitchen to the living room.

“Our reservations were canceled due to a fire in the kitchen.” Your girlfriend sighs, typing rapidly on her phone for a reason you can’t quite figure out.

“We can always reschedule, baby. It’s not the end of the world if we just stay in tonight.” You try to reason with her, but Frido just shakes her head in response.

“It has to be tonight.”

Frido had it all planned perfectly.

She has since the day she knew she wanted to marry you.

Fridolina had just gotten home from an exhausting and excruciating day. Her body ached from the cold, the kind that settled deep in her muscles and refused to leave. Rain wasn’t common in Barcelona, but when it came, it made everything feel heavier.

She barely made it through the door before dropping her training bag by the entrance, her movements sluggish and shoulders slumped. She didn’t even bother taking off her jacket at first, too tired to do anything but stand there for a moment, exhaling a deep and weary sigh.

You noticed your girlfriend’s exhaustion immediately.

“Tough day?” You asked gently from your spot at the dining table, watching as she finally peeled her jacket off and placed it on a chair close to you while you took small bites of your food.

“That’s an understatement.” Frido puffed out, slumping right next to you and basically melting into the seat.

You gave her a soft, sympathetic smile. “Have you eaten?”

Frido immediately looked away from your eyes, hesitating on your question.

That was all the answer you needed.

Without a word, you pushed your plate toward the Swede. The plate contained your favorite dish, one you were just savoring moments ago. There may not have been much left, but it was warm and hers now.

“Eat.” You demanded gently, and when she opened her mouth to protest, you raised your hand with a soft shake of your head. “I’m not that hungry anyways.”

Frido didn’t believe you, not for a second—especially since she knew how much you loved that meal. But when she met your unwavering gaze, filled with quiet concern, she didn’t argue.

She hesitated at first, then took a bite. And another. And another, until she was fully immersed in the warmth of the food, the comfort of it sinking into her bones. She hadn’t even realized how hungry she was until now.

Meanwhile, you started rambling—about something random, something lighthearted, something meant to pull her away from the weight of her day. Your elbow rested against the wooden table, your head propped in your hand as you continued speaking, your voice an easy, familiar melody.

Frido kept eating, but she couldn’t take her eyes off you. She couldn’t shake the overwhelming, all-consuming, yet oh-so-welcoming feeling that settled deep in her chest.

This was love. This was home. This was forever.

And that was the moment she knew.

“Kjære?”

The blonde snaps out of her thoughts, removing her blank stare from her phone to you.

You watch as she clenches her jaw, fingers gripping her phone a little too tightly. She’s spiraling. Her mind racing, trying to come up with a solution to something she can’t control.

Her eyes are on you but her thoughts are somewhere else. She barely registers you taking a seat next to her, wrapping your arm around her waist and gently prying her phone out of her hands onto her lap.

“Frido, talk to me.” You beg softly, rubbing your hand along her side.

She exhales sharply through her nose, shaking her head. “I just—I need to fix this.” She grabs her phone again, typing something rapidly before groaning in frustration, tossing her phone onto the floor beside her. “Every place is either booked or closed by now.”

“Baby, it’s okay. We can just stay in and—”

“No it’s not okay!” She bursts, abruptly standing up leaving you slightly winded. The taller girl begins to pace in front of you with her hand running through her blonde locks. “Tonight was supposed to be perfect! I had everything planned—”

“Frido—”

“But then the stupid restaurant had to have a stupid fire. Den här jävla världen hatar mig.”

“You don’t need to do something extravagant to propose to me. I’d say yes even if you were in a trash bag!”

At that, your girlfriend finally freezes.

You tried to keep your mouth shut, but once Frido started shifting into Swedish—something she only does when she’s truly stressed—you knew you had to step in.

The tension in the air is thick as Frido stares you down, squinting her eyes while you guiltily bite your lip.

Finally, something clicks in her head, and her eyes widen. “Wait, you already knew?!”

“Maybe?” You say wearily, shrugging with your best innocent look.

“How? Did your sister tell you?” Frido shrieks, standing still in her spot with her hands waving in the air.

“No, Ingrid did not tell me. I did, however, overhear you talking to her a few days ago about a ‘big day,’ and then you accidentally left the box on your bedside table.” You admit, nervously biting the skin of your thumb.

“I— But I was so careful.” Frido murmurs in disbelief, more to herself than you.

“I know you had a whole plan, and I am so sorry that it—”

“Wait. You said yes.”

You stop mid-sentence, looking up at your girlfriend with a confused gaze. “What?”

“You said you would say yes even if I was in a trash bag. You want to marry me?” Frido asks, feeling as if she’s in a dream.

A smile etches onto your face before you finally stand up and walk over to the taller girl. Her eyes track your every step and once your arms wrap around her neck, hers meet your hips.

“Fridolina rolfo. I would love nothing more than to marry you.” You grin, leaning further into her and only leaving a small gap between your lips.

“Really?” Frido smirks, raising an eyebrow.

You simply nod before sealing your answer by latching your lips to her soft ones. The kiss is passionate and sweet but also laced with a hint of need—a quiet promise of forever.

Frido takes your bottom lip between hers before pulling back slightly, her tongue flicking against it teasingly. You immediately lean back in, but she stops you with a quick palm to your face.

“Wait right here.” Your girlfriend demands before running off, leaving you completely and utterly confused.

You hear a few things tumble and drop against the floor from your bedroom before the taller girl comes barreling back toward you.

“I want to do this semi-properly.” Frido states, kneeling in front of you on one knee. “Will you make me the happiest woman on this planet and marry me?”

Sure, you already knew this moment was coming—heck, you’d even said yes already. But that doesn’t stop the rush of tears from blurring your vision or the tremble of your lip. You nod rapidly, making Frido’s smile widen as she slides the ring onto your finger.

She stands up, taking your face in her hands before crashing her lips against yours, both of your tears mixing where your cheeks meet.

“I can’t believe I’ll get to call you my wife soon.” You sigh dreamily, staring at the new band around your finger.

“I can’t either. I can’t even believe I was able to pocket my best friend's sister.” Frido smirks teasingly, earning her a sharp smack to the chest.

“I’m gonna tell Ingrid you used her to get to me.”

“Don’t you dare.”

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