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ibiza holiday - leila ouahabi & misa rodríguez

word count - 8.8k | summary - laia convinces her bestfriend that a group holiday with her friends would be a good idea, yet previous encounters lead to some interesting experiences. leila x misa x reader.

MDNI 18 + - 18+ themes, basically smut but not smut, probably an incredibly unrealistic holiday set up

“nenaaaa, come on it’ll be fun!” laia whined as she tugged on your shirt for a second time. the two of you were sitting in your shared apartment, having just finished training, you were trying to relax but clearly laia had other ideas. 

for the past few hours she had been trying to convince you to say yes to a girls' holiday to ibiza in the off-season, a tradition that had been going on for years between her and her friends and yet somehow you’d been invited, even when you barely knew anyone who was going.

you and laia had become inseparable incredibly quickly. the two of you had previous connections before laia made her move to arsenal, being invited to celebrate the champions league win with kiera and lucy meant you got to know a few of the barca girls over some dancing, a lot of drinks and a hangover breakfast. 

“laia these are your friends, not mine, you can’t just invite me because you’ll ‘miss’ me for a few weeks” you used finger quotes around the word ‘miss’, clearly emphasising how dramatic laia had been in her previous convincing. 

“no no, the girls invited you, you must’ve made a good impression on them” she said, wiggling her eyebrows as she spoke. 

“wait, which girls?” you asked hesitantly, narrowing your eyes in her direction.

“espera déjame pensar” she dazed off for a minute, using her hands to count the players before speaking the list aloud, “there is alexia, jenni, leila and misa” she smiled. (wait let me think)

“jesus that’s a lot of people, i barely know any of them” you shook your head firmly, her convincing clearly not working.

“joder, if alexia putellas asks you to go on holiday you do not say no!” laia tutted, shaking her head the same way you just did. 

you thought for a minute as your mind went through the list of people, “wait, you said leila?” you asked curiously, now considering the offer slightly more than before. 

“si, maybe she is the one who asked for you eh” a smirk flashing across her face as she teased you. 

“shut up asshole” you muttered, “i was just making sure i heard you right”. 

“do not lie english woman, you are thinking about when you fucked her at my birthday party!” she accused, pointing her finger at you.

you smacked her hand down, “it was literally just a kiss codi, and you were the one who wanted to set us up!” you accused back.

“only because both of you kept talking about finding each other attractive and i didn’t want to hear any more” she defended, the two of you half-shouting at each other as you spoke. 

you settled in your chair and folded your arms across your chest, “i have no regrets, anyways why is misa coming? i thought this was a barca thing?. 

“hm more like a spain thing, you haven’t met misa before right?” she questioned.

“well we have a little bit, it was weird, obviously i was trying to score but she kept saying things like ‘vale princesa’ or would touch my waist and my back during corners, or there would be really intense eye contact, even at the end of the game she came and talked to me and said it again” you explained, “and lucy said she was looking me up and down but i don’t really believe her”.

you watched as laia’s smirk reappeared, “esto es clasico misa, she wants you”.

“what?” your eyes widened in shock, “that’s not true” you shook your head adamantly. 

“si, i know what she’s like, no wonder she was asking questions about you the last time i saw her”

“the night of the game she followed me on instagram and then liked a picture from 6 months ago and obviously unliked it, but she always likes my pictures now, sometimes she even comments” you shrugged. 

laia laughed at your oblivion, “you’re joking right?”, you shook your head, “nena you cannot be serious, she’s coming after you”.

“maybe she wants to be friends” you were trying to play the devil’s advocate, but you knew the heart eyes, the ‘guapaaaa’ or the ‘quiero’ she had commented on your instagram posts probably weren’t the friendliest. 

“ah si si, friends with benefits” she winked before getting up and disappearing to her bedroom, leaving you sitting on the sofa contemplating the choice you had to make. 

it wasn’t long before you heard multiple spanish voices coming from laia’s room, presumably the same ones you had just been talking about. whilst laia has been teaching you spanish throughout your time of living together, the words were far too fast for you to possibly translate.

pushing that to the back of your mind you made your way to the kitchen to prepare dinner for the two of you, you had your music on and were practically dancing around the kitchen as you cooked.

you spun round to see laia holding her phone in your direction, laughter spilling out of her mouth, immediately stopping in your tracks you nearly dropped the bowl in your hand. 

“baila bebe baila” a voice from her phone shouted, your face flushing red immediately as the others cheered along. 

“laia i fucking hate you” you stuck up your middle finger with your free hand before turning back to the dinner you were half way through. 

“now she won’t say yes to coming with us” a familiar voice echoed from the phone. 

she made her way over to you, putting her phone on the counter against the wall so you were now in the frame and unable to avoid it. you were met with the faces of alexia, jenni, misa and leila who were beaming in your direction. 

“hola chica, what are you making?” jenni spoke, a grin covering her face. you had met jenni a few times, mostly on an international stage but a few times at mutual friends birthday celebrations. 

“laia asked for pasta so i made it with chicken and mozzarella” you shared her smile as you continued stirring the pasta. 

“ahh so you’re wifey material then” misa smirked causing you to go slightly flustered. 

“deja de coquetear con ella” leila responded to misa before turning her attention to you, “how are you carino? it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other”. (stop flirting with her)

“i’m good, very excited to have some time off soon” you answered, “how are you?”

“very good too, are you going to join us on the trip?” she asked, a twinkle in her eye as she spoke. 

“joder, you were meant to let alexia ask” laia interrupted, rolling her eyes.

“laia are you trying to intimidate me into saying yes?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow as you faced her. 

she held her hand to her heart as she mocked pain, “nena i would never do that to you”.

“do not lie to her, she wanted me to ask you because she thinks you would be more likely to say yes” alexia explained, you reached over slapping laia on the arm as she tried and failed to move out of your reach. 

“you’re an asshole, codi” rolling your eyes at her, as you began plating dinner for the two of you. 

“si ella es pero, what is your answer?” alexia asked, smiling sweetly whilst her eyes felt like they were staring into your soul, the power the best player in the world had even off the pitch was crazy. 

you ran your hand through your hair as you stood thinking about the offer, it was dead silent and you could feel every set of eyes on you as you tried as quickly as you could to weigh out the pros and cons, but in reality, what's the worst that could happen?

“well i guess if it’s okay with you guys i’d be down for it” you said causally, maybe a part of you was actually quite excited about it.

the spaniards erupted with cheers as laia wrapped her arms around you, picking you up and spinning you around as she cheered, “buena elección mi mejor amiga”. (good choice my best friend)

you laughed as she continued spinning you around, clearly very happy that you had given into her persuasion tactic of getting alexia to ask you. she put you down after a minute or two, picking up the phone and running back into her bedroom as you set the table for the two of you. 

sitting down, you began eating as you waited for laia who seemed to be saying goodbye to her friends when your phone lit up. 

instagram notification - marisabel_rguez : see you soon princesa 

a small smile automatically appeared on your face as you read her message, your heart beat a little faster as you felt the butterflies dance around your stomach. spending a week with misa wearing little clothing definitely wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, and by the way your thighs tensed together at that thought, you were clearly more excited than you thought. 

your fingers moved quickly as you typed your response, carefully crafting a message that would come off as a little flirty but still casual. 

you : could’ve been sooner if you decided to play in england

satisfied with your response, you turned off your phone and continued eating. laia made her way back out to you, sitting across from you at the table with a smirk.

“why are you making that face” scrunching your nose at the suspicious look she was wearing. 

“nada nada, just this will be very fun” she shrugged, her smirk only growing, “and we are going on the plane with leila and meeting alexia, jenni and misa there”.

you tried to contain your smile as you were reminded that leila was joining you, but laia could read you like a book, “hm sounds fun”.

“oye you’re just going to flirt with all my friends whilst we are there and forget about me” she huffed, shaking her head as if she wasn’t the one who has encouraged it multiple times over the course of your friendship. 

“don’t be so dramatic, it’s not all of your friends” you rolled your eyes and her dramaticness “just one or two” you mumbled under your breath. 

your phone lit up again, this time a message from leila catching your eyes. 

instagram notification - leilaouahabi : the highlight of this trip will be seeing you in a bikini

before you could verbally react, your cheeks flushed a deep shade of red at her comment, but the thought of seeing her in a bikini too had you clenching your thighs yet again. a feeling that was starting to become far too familiar. 

“you okay nena?” your bestfriend asked, curiously peeking at your phone as her eyes widened slightly at leila’s forwardness. 

“mhm” you nodded as your whole body continued to heat up, “didn’t realise leila was so bold”.

she nodded slowly as she mumbled, “that’s not even the worst i’ve heard from her”

laia’s words piqued your interest, you raised your eyebrow at her words “meaning?”

“let’s say she has used some descriptive words to describe how she feels about you” you were slightly stunned into silence as you began pushing your food around your plate, not in a bad way, your mind had just become very distracted.

you picked up your phone, not leaving much time for her message to simmer before you wanted to reply, probably coming off as slightly desperate. 

you : i’ll pack my best one for you, it won’t be city blue though 

you were about to put the phone done but you immediately saw the three dots appear to indicate she was typing.

instagram notification - leilaouahabi : i don’t think i can manage with arsenal red, it’ll be better idea to just keep it off

slightly choking on the food you were trying to eat, you turned your phone off and flipped it so it was face down on the table. 

“i’m not even going to ask” laia smiled awkwardly as the two of you continued eating, the text leila had sent you in the back of your mind. 

after having 3 breakdowns about packing, 2 last minute trips to the shops for things you forgot and 1 slightly shouting match with laia over where she had put your gym clothes after emptying the washing machine, you were finally on the plane and somehow you had let laia coax you into the middle seat. the seat in between laia and leila. what could go wrong?

with laia fast asleep on one side of you and leila clutching onto your hand at every small jolt of the plane, it was better than expected. you and leila had the opportunity to actually talk to each other away from the football field, the same bold footballer that had told you she’d rather see you naked than in red wasn’t as brave in person, well not when you were 30,000 feet in the air. 

all the netflix movies you had downloaded for your flight became useless as the two of you sat talking about absolutely everything.

“where’s your favourite place?” you asked in an attempt to distract leila, as she turned your hand white from the grip she had on it as the plane went through a slightly bumpy patch. 

“home but in catalonia, not manchester” she clarified with a small anxious smile, her hand now loosening on yours as started brushing her thumb back and forth against your fingers. 

“do you miss being there? it must be difficult to live so far away from your family” you acknowledged, looking down at the patterns she was now drawing on your hand that was relaxing both you and her. 

“si, mucho” she nodded, “but for my career, it made sense to come to manchester, i needed a new challenge, so i couldn’t say no to manchester city”.

“maybe i should’ve tempted you with arsenal” you smirked, your team's rivalry had a way of appearing in every conversation, “you’d look better in red” she looked incredible in everything she wore but when she wore the red kit for spain she looked incredible. 

she shook her head adamantly, “no nena, you would look much better in city blue, it would make the blue in your eyes pop” she winked.

“well you’re going to have to put up with my very very red bikini” you smiled sweetly.

her tongue flicked over her lips as she cocked her head slightly, a smirk appearing on her face “we both know how i feel about that”.

“shut up” your cheeks instantly flushed a deep red colour as leila laughed at your reaction before changing the conversation back to something that was semi-normal. 

the three of you made your way to the villa you’d be staying at for the next few days, laia had offered to drive and of course leila dibs the front seat due to her ‘long legs’ yet you were left in the back to overthink exactly how this holiday was about to play out. 

you were about to spend a lot of time with two incredibly attractive footballers that apparently had the hots for you in very minimal clothing, your mind was racing in every direction possible.

the two girls in the front had spanish tunes blaring, the both of them singing along to the words that you could barely understand, but you couldn’t help but smile at their pure joy. maybe this was a better picture of what your week was going to look like, rather than the intense sexual tension you were imagining. 

“la guiri is here!” jenni cheered as the three of you walked through the door. 

you turned to laia with a questioning look, “oh it’s just a word for like an annoying tourist, but she means it in a loving way” she explained. 

immediately you were enveloped into a hug from jenni, followed by alexia as they greeted you before asking how your flight had been. you’d be lying if you said you were looking around for misa, the real madrid player not being with her friends as you arrived, but you held your questions. 

it didn’t take long for the four of them to naturally switch into spanish, you definitely couldn’t blame them though, they had invited you onto their holiday so the least you could do was let them speak in the way that was most comfortable for them.

“do you know what they’re saying?” you jumped out of your seat slightly as you turned to face the voice. 

it took you a second to register the sight in front of you, looking down at you was misa in what you assumed was her workout clothes which only consisted of a sports bra and shorts. her hair was slightly damp and there was a slight sheen to her tanned skin that made it look like she was glowing. her abs were on full display, and you were unashamedly looking. 

she interrupted your blatant staring with a cough, forcing your eyes back up to hers. “what did you say?” you asked awkwardly, not even apologising for the way you were eye-fucking her. 

“the spanish, do you understand it?” she reiterated, a cocky smirk now plastered onto her face, pleased with the reaction you’d give her.

“nope, laia has only taught me the basics, and they speak so fast so” you shrugged, briefly looking back over at the four friends before meeting misa’s eyes again. 

“so do i get a hug too?” her head tilting slightly as she smiled down at you.

you nodded, matching her smile, standing up as she made her way in front of you. you held your hand out as she pulled you to your feet, your hands then wrapped around her neck whilst hers snaked around your waist and rested on your lower back. 

it was only for a few seconds but you easily relaxed into her arms. her fingers drew circles on the exposed skin of your back making you melt further into her embrace. even after being in the gym, she smelt incredible, you couldn’t help but fall deeper into bliss.

you were interrupted by a whistle, the two of you breaking apart and facing the direction it had come from. jenni, alexia and laia had wide grins on their face whilst leila had a tense look across her face and her arms were crossed against her chest. 

“please do not fuck infront of us” jenni smiled, earning a playful smack from alexia. 

“in misa’s dreams” leila muttered, refusing to make eye contact with you but sending a deathly glare in misa’s direction. 

you were hesitant to question leila’s tone, worried you had misheard what the spaniard had said and somehow created a sense of jealousy in your head, instead opting to go to your assigned room to unpack your things and settle for a bit.

it didn’t take you long to unpack, probably 20 minutes or so, and you were eager to get yourself out into the sun. opting for the bright red bikini you packed, you slipped on your coverup and made your way outside to the pool. as you walked through the house you noticed it had become eerily quiet, none of them were sitting on the sofas as they previously were, yet there was a faint buzz of spanish music coming from the pool. 

slipping out of the doors, you were met with a tanned dark haired woman spread across a sunlonger, dressed in a white bikini that left little to the imagination with the addition of a black cap that presumably was keeping the sun out of her face. as you got closer you noticed the tattoos that were littered along her arms, recognising that they belong to the man city player that had joined you. part of you felt rude for interrupting her when she looked so at peace, it was as if it she was in her natural element, but 

“hola” you hummed, placing your things down on the adjacent sunlounger as you began to take off your coverup. 

she jumped slightly, her alarmed expression switching to a sweet smile as she looked up at you “oye carino you scared me”

you giggled at her response, “where did everyone go?” you asked, laying out your towel before planting yourself on the sunlounger. 

“hm i think they went to the shops for food but i offered to stay with you instead” her smile now turning into a smirk that was somewhat cheeky but also really cheesy.

you rolled your eyes playfully at her words, “how kind of you ouahabi, i’ll remember that next time one of your tackles knocks me off my feet”.

“i’m known for sweeping girls off their feet, sometimes literally” she laughed with a small shrug. 

you knew leila was bold, laia had told you a few stories about the things she’d do on nights out when she first peaked your interest, but you didn’t know just how bold she was until the dm’s she had sent you. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy this side of her, it was relaxed and cheeky and you liked it a lot. 

a comfortable silence fell amongst the two of you, leila softly singing the tune of the music that was playing from speaker she had placed next to her sunlonger. in your moments of relaxation you had forgotten about applying any form of sun protection on your back, which probably wasn’t the best idea considering the sun that was beating down on you. 

gaining some courage you spoke up, now propping yourself on your elbows, “leila, can you put some suncream on my back? i was going to ask laia but she obviously disappeared”

you could physically see the gulp as her mouth parted slightly, you waited for an answer, one of your eyebrows raising slightly as you questioned her reluctance. “if not it’s okay” you added, worried you had made her somewhat uncomfortable. 

her eyes widened at your words as she sat up quickly, “no no” she cleared her throat, “of course i can, i was just uh.. translating what you said in my head” a nervous smile on her face as her legs moved to the side of her sunlounger signalling you to turn your back to her. 

moving your hair to your shoulder, you shuffled back, handing her the suncream over your shoulder, it took a couple seconds longer than you anticipated for the cool lotion. as her hands met your back a shiver ran down your spine. her hands moved in slow, firm strokes, drawing patterns in a way that was soothing and methodical. you caught your eyes closing for a moment as you were lulled into a state of relaxation. 

reluctantly her hands were removed from your back, forcing your eyes to open in the sad realisation that the moment you were sharing was over. 

“thank you” you mumbled, shuffling yourself until you were laying back on the sunlounger, in your original position. 

as you got comfortable, the only thing on your mind was the feeling of leila’s hands against your skin, to you it felt intimate, as if the two of you had a moment that held some kind of meaning, but her initial hesitance had you questioning if she felt the same. maybe she wasn’t as bold as you initially anticipated. 

some more time passed in which comfortable silence fell back between the two of you, your eyes closed in an attempt to shield yourself from the sun allowing you to relax as much as possible. it wasn’t until you heard shuffling next to you that your eyes peaked open, your eyesight drifted to leila who was now standing at the end of her sunlounger, yet her eyes were firmly planted on you. 

from the corner of your eye, you watched as her eyes travelled up and down your body, her tongue dragging across her bottom lip before catching her lip between her teeth for a second, completely unaware of your eyes on her. the way she looked at you was predatory, you felt as if you were sinking into your chair a little more every second that her eyes were locked onto you. it was as if you were hers to use as she pleased, and you were more than okay with it. 

your eyes finally locked with hers. her eyes instantly widened as if she was a deer in headlights.

“i’m going to cool down in the pool” she spoke, excusing herself quickly before submerging herself in the pool within seconds. 

your gaze was fixed on her as her head popped out of the water, she lifted her hands, fingers sliding through the wet strands in a slow and effortless way, the sunlight reflecting off of her dark hair which made her look as if she was straight from the gods. it had your thighs clenching together for any form of friction. 

you were quickly snapped out of your daze from jenni cannonballing into the pool with a scream, causing a large splash to fly in your direction. 

you let out a sharp gasp, “jesus jenni, im soaked”, water droplets dripping down your half bare body.

“surprised to hear jenni’s name in that sentence and not misa’s or leila’s” laia said, emerging from the doors of the house to the pool area. 

“i hate you so much” you squinted your eyes in her direction, as you wiped the water from your arms. 

“you might as well get in the pool now too” laia laughed, placing her stuff next to you. 

her close proximity was all the invitation you needed. standing up quickly, you wrapped yourself around her, pressing your soaked body against her dry clothes.

“get off asshole” laia half-cried, squirming as she tried to pry your arms off, but she wasn’t quite strong enough.

“nope, this is what you get” you only tightened your grip, rocking her side to side as she continued to struggle.

when she finally stilled, you let go, stepping back with a satisfied and incredibly cocky grin. 

laia narrowed her eyes, “you’re going to regret that, estúpida” she lunged for you, causing you to instinctively took a few hurried steps back, only to collide with something solid.

before you could react, strong arms wrapped around you, effortlessly lifting you off the ground.

“lo siento princesa, time for a swim!” a familiar voice teased behind you. of course it was misa. 

your heart dropped as she carried you to the edge of the pool, your kicks and desperate pushes doing nothing against her ridiculous strength “misa don’t do it” you yelped.

she hummed in amusement, “hmm but you’d look so pretty wet” her voice dripped with smugness, you could practically hear the smirk on her face. 

before you could protest any further, you were airborne then plunged into the cold water with a splash. 

the rest of the day was spent relaxing, taking in the beautiful ibiza sun whilst trying your best to not get too burned, something the spanairds had already teased you about. you didn’t have any real plans for your first day on holiday, opting to take it slow with a few excursions scattered over your week's holiday. 

dinner was relatively simple, laia decided to take charge in the kitchen to avoid any food poisoning yet it was impossible to avoid the bickering that happened between misa and laia about what was being cooked and how laia was doing it ‘wrong’. a quick google search proved that laia was in fact doing it right and misa had just seen a tiktok hack that didn’t actually work. leila attempted to reason with misa before it got to the google search but misa was set in the opinion, jenni and alexia ended up staying out of it, choosing to watch the two argue whilst laughing under their breath.

you had a relatively early night, choosing to miss out on another round of drinks and yet another argument about who had the right uno rules. spoiler alert - it was you. but you had a plan for tomorrow ; gym in the morning and a boat trip for most of the day.

waking up you felt refreshed, the sun always made you feel like a brand new person, which was the perfect mood to be in for a holiday gym session. 

you got changed into a pair of your arsenal shorts and a sports bra, grabbing a towel and some water, before making your way to the gym attached to your villa. 

familiar songs made their way from the gym, you were shocked someone had made their way to the gym before you, but you were on holiday with some of the biggest footballers in the world, what else did you expect. 

opening the door you were met with misa, dressed in black shorts and a white sports bra, her hair had been thrown on top of her head into a messy bun, yet she looked incredible. misa was effortlessly pretty, she could’ve been dragged through a bush and she’d still come out looking out of this world. 

you paused at the door as you watched her body move, she seemed to be adding weights to a bar in front of the mirror. as she picked up the large circular weights, the muscles in her arms instantly became more defined.

the sound of a weight dropping snapped you out of your thoughts which had been running wild, misa turned round, meeting your presence with a smile. 

“beunas dias princesa, how did you sleep?” she asked, now standing up straight to meet your eyeline.

“good morning” you chirped, now walking into the area, placing your things down on the bench, “i slept really good, how did you sleep?”

“mine was good, i went to bed pretty soon after you did” she explained, you couldn’t tell if she was hinting that your lack of presence had sent her to bed early even when she was still surrounded by her close friends. “do you want to workout together?” she added.

you nodded in agreement, gathering your hair in your hands to scoop it back into a low bun “don’t go easy on me”

“i wasn’t planning to. but if you beg nicely, maybe i’ll let you catch your breath” yet again, her voice was laced with a pure cocky attitude, but this time you were going to rise to her level. 

you raised a brow, smirking. "oh, misa, i didn’t know you liked hearing me beg. should i be concerned?"

she leaned in slightly, you were met with an intoxicating scent of perfume that had your brain malfunctioning for a second, “only if you’re not going to”.

you bit your lip, holding her gaze. "guess you’ll just have to work for it, then." you left her standing there with a stupid grin on her face as you brushed past her to begin your warm up. 

“are you going to keep standing there like an idiot or come and warm up?” you questioned, looking at her from over your shoulder. her eyebrows slightly furrowed as if she was surprised with your newfound attitude towards her, but the small smile that appeared had you thinking she was a fan of it. 

the two of you bounced off each other throughout the hour workout, making stupid jokes but also having normal everyday conversations that had you learning much more about her than you thought this trip would reveal. of course there was still an underlying flirty attitude to both of your words, but you genuinely enjoyed getting to know misa even with the cocky smirk she had on her face as she watched you squat. 

towards the end of your work out, you were both starting to get slightly out of breath, you had been pushing each other in slight competition as you completed each of your sets. you made your way over to the bench where you had previously dropped your stuff, hoping to catch your breath. 

but that plan was quickly interrupted when misa casually plopped down on a nearby bench, leaning back with her arms stretched behind her, taking slow, deliberate breaths. you couldn’t help but watch as her chest rose and fell with each breath, the movement captivating. the glistening sheen of sweat on her skin caught the light, making every shift of her muscles more defined. after a moment, she shifted, leaning forward with her arms now resting on her thighs, still drawing in deep, steady breaths. you couldn’t look away. 

you couldn’t tell how long your gaze had been fixed on her, it felt physically impossible to avert your eyes in any direction when the sight in front of you felt like an art piece. yet it was probably affecting you more than you realised as a heat between your legs grew and your heart rate picked up. 

that’s when her eyes found yours, her classic smirk quickly appearing on her face, “te gusta lo que ves?” she asked, a cocky head tilt matching her smirk. 

you nodded without realising what you had down you had earnt an eyebrow raise from misa, your eyes widened as you quickly shock your head “i uh i’m going to shower bye” you spoke so quickly you were sure she didn’t fully understand, but you didn’t give her the chance to ask as you darted out of the room. 

after showering and getting ready for the day you tried to form some kind of plan of how you were going to approach the day. both leila and misa were sending you signals, yet you weren’t sure where it was going beyond those signals. considering you were about to spend the rest of the day on a boat in the mediterranean sea with plenty of alcohol, you needed some kind of game plan. 

your mental planning was interrupted as laia burst through the door, announcing her arrival with a very dramatic good morning before she dropped a bomb, “i heard what happened this morning”.

automatically your jaw dropped, “what the fuck”.

“i can’t believe you basically undressed her with your eyes, you should have fucked her” she giggled, poking her fingers into your arms causing you to swat her hand away. 

“laia shut up incase they can hear you” you hissed, “i couldn’t help it, she’s been flirting with me this whole time and the way she looked in the gym was just… i have no words for it” you tired to justify your actions but honestly you were just babbling. 

“clearly both misa and leila want to fuck you, so what are you going to do? fuck them both at the same time?” she spoke as if it was an outrageous idea, yet it had your brain thinking, which must’ve been obvious by your face, “oh my god you’re going to fuck them at the same time!”

“that’s not what i was thinking, you asshole” you muttered, your cheeks glowing red at the thought, “they don’t feel like that, you’re making it serious, it’s obviously just fun” you shook your head adamantly. 

“mhm that’s not what i’ve heard, they sai-” laia started to explain before being cut off by the sound of jenni’s voice echoing through the halls.

“laia, is the guiri ready?” jenni shouted. 

“tell her to remember her suncream and hurry up” alexia shouted shortly after her. 

you grabbed your bag that you had filled with all your essentials, especially your suncream, and walked towards the door, realising laia hadn’t followed your lead you turned back to see her sat on the edge of your bed with her mouth still slightly open as if she was about to say something. “are you coming?” you asked.

she snapped out of her gaze, “yes yes im ready”, pushing her up as she followed you out the door. 

it was a short walk to the boat, one that had been privately rented by alexia and somehow jenni had the right qualification to drive it which surprised you more than you’d like to admit and had you looking for the life jackets as soon as your foot stepped onto the boat.

it didn’t take long for the boat to be anchored in a beautiful cove that looked like something out of brochure. you were surrounded by beautiful cliffs, water which was so blue you could see the fishes swimming and a small beach of perfect white sand. it felt like a paradise away from the rest of the world, one that you very much enjoyed being in. 

you were laid on a towel at the front of the boat, sunglasses shielding your eyes as you tried to stay focused on the book you had bought with you. the sun was beaming down on you, mixing with the bright orange bikini you had decided on wearing. it was lighting up your skin as if it glowed, a sight which had both leila and misa’s eyes drifting across your body. 

“carino would you like a drink?” leila asked, causing you to look up from your book. she stood in front of you, shielding your eyes momentarily as the sun lit up around her. 

“mmm yes please” you practically moaned at the thought of a cold drink helping you cool down. 

your reaction had leila’s eyes wide as a grin appeared on her face, “if i knew that was how to make you moan i would’ve said it a lot sooner”.

“oh you wish it was that easy ouahabi, surprise me with your choice of drink” you smiled sweetly, causing leila to turn on her heels as she walked over to the makeshift kitchen in the shaded area of the boat. 

she made her way back in a few minutes, causing you to pop yourself up on your elbows as she knelt down to you on the floor, “try” she smiled, pushing the glass into your awaiting hand. 

you held the drink to your lips, the condensation on the glass slowly dripping onto your chest as you took a sip, your mouth quickly overwhelmed with a cool tropical flavour followed by the hint of an alcohol you couldn’t quite put your finger on. 

“leila this is delicious” you complimented, savouring the taste on your lips, “where did you learn to do this?”.

“i’m always on drinks duty when we have parties or celebrations” she shrugged smugly. 

you giggle at her, the way she spoke was so casual but you could tell she was proud of the mixologist title she had been given. she got herself comfortable on the floor next to you, her legs now crossed as she sat with you. you continued sipping on your drink as she told you some of her favourite recipes, you admired the way she spoke, it had an incredibly cheesy grin across your face. 

you must've sat there for a while as the conversation naturally drifted to the other plans you had for the off season as your drink had become empty and your head had a slight buzz to it. you were sure the drink didn’t contain a lot of alcohol but as an athlete you very rarely drank so when you did your tolerance was zero. 

“having fun?” a voice questioned, you craned your neck upwards to see a very wet misa in front of you.

“misa!” you smiled, happy with her presence but even more thrilled by the incredibly sexy sight that was standing right in front of you, “did you go for a swim?”.

“siii, it was beautiful, but not as beautiful as you” she winked, whilst it was incredibly cheesy, you couldn’t help but be a little bit affected by it as your cheeks heated up, “the others are still on the beach”. 

misa sat with the three of you, conversation flowing effortlessly, as if you’d all been friends for years. there was an ease to it, but your focus kept flickering elsewhere. you couldn’t ignore the way misa’s hand inched closer to your thigh, her confidence growing with every passing moment. your eyebrow lifted slightly at her boldness, but you didn’t move away.

leila had excused herself to refill your drink allowing misa to take full advantage of the opportunity of having you alone for a few minutes. her fingers ghosted over your outer thigh, tracing lazy swirls against your skin. the sensation was subtle but impossible to ignore, sending a warmth through you that you tried to suppress. without making it obvious, you shifted slightly, searching for some kind of friction without the embarrassment of pressing your thighs together too openly.

misa noticed. of course she did. her gaze flickered to yours, amusement dancing behind her dark eyes, an innocent smile curving her lips.

"¿qué?" she asked, lifting her free hand to run her fingers through her hair, a simple movement, yet undeniably sexy.

"nada," you muttered, a shiver running up your spine, making your back arch ever so slightly under her touch. despite the cool breeze, your body was burning.

she chuckled, her fingers pressing just a bit harder against your thigh. "princesa, i’ve barely touched you, and you’re already arching your back?" the innocence in her smile faded into something more knowing, a smirk tugging at her lips.

you shook your head quickly, refusing to give her the satisfaction of knowing exactly how easily she was unraveling you. "it was just a cold shiver… from the, uh, wind," you stammered, though you didn’t even believe your own excuse.

misa’s smirk deepened. "of course, amor. very strange, though, since you’re the only one who felt it." she shrugged, her fingers sliding a little higher, creeping toward your inner thigh. she squeezed lightly, just enough to make your breath hitch. "so this isn’t affecting you at all, then?"

you shook your head, lips pressed together in a weak attempt to maintain composure. speaking would only make it worse.

she studied you for a moment, clearly unconvinced, but before she could push you any further, leila dropped back into her seat beside you.

"here’s your drink!" she grinned, handing it to you.

you took it without hesitation, gulping it down like it was your only lifeline, hoping somehow that the cold liquid would cool the heat surging through you. 

the two spaniards simply laughed at your quick action, “debiste haberla visto, esto va a ser muy fácil” misa spoke proudly, but the spanish was far too advanced and fast for you to understand anything. (you should have seen her, this is going to be so easy)

“mi turno ahora” leila matched misa’s energy, whilst your spanish wasn’t up to their level, you could definitely tell what she meant. (my turn now)

your eyes flickered between the two of them, unsure of what to say or do, completely at their mercy, not that you minded. lying between them, you felt like a toy for them to play with, and the thought alone sent a thrill through you.

leila reached out, her fingers curling around a strand of your hair, twirling it idly before tucking it behind your ear. the simple touch sent warmth down your spine, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned into her hand, craving more. but just as quickly as she granted it, she took it away, her fingers drifting lower.

she traced a slow path from your shoulder, her touch featherlight as it skimmed down your neck, across your collarbone, and to the center of your chest. her hand lingered there for a moment, just long enough to make your breath hitch, before continuing downwards. the soft brush of her fingertips dipped between your breasts, teasingly tugging at the fabric of your bikini top as they passed.

what started as delicate touches turned into something more as her entire palm flattened against your stomach, stopping just before your waistband. every movement set your skin ablaze, the anticipation burning through you as her touch took over your skin. you hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath, too caught up in the way her touch mapped out your body.

something had flipped in leila, her newfound confidence a stark difference from the same person that was stuttering over putting suncream on your back. 

she removed her hand, snapping you out of the bliss that she had effortlessly put you in, her lip tugging at her bottom lip as she looked at you, “you were right misa, she’s so easy”.

you swallowed hard as they talked about you as if you weren’t there, your legs now firmly clenching together as all efforts to withhold the obvious physical effect they had on you had disappeared. 

“easy?” you questioned leila’s words, “i’m not easy” you huffed, somewhat frustrated at the way they perceived you as if you hadn’t turned to putty in their hands in front of their. 

“cari, you’re practically begging for us to touch you, but of course you aren’t easy” leila mocked, pouting at you as she looked down on you.

you scoffed, shifting slightly as if that would somehow ease the tension thrumming through your body. "i don’t beg" you repeated, though the breathiness in your voice betrayed you. "i just know what i want."

leila’s smirk didn’t waver as she dragged a slow finger down your arm. "oh, cariño," she murmured, tilting her head.

"and what is it you want, hmm?" misa spoke, having your head snapping in her direction.

your lips parted, but no words came out at first, your breath unsteady under their piercing gazes. you shifted slightly, heart pounding as your fingers curled into your lap.

"i… i don’t know," you admitted softly, voice barely above a whisper. your body, however, told a different story, silently pleading for them to decide for you.

you watched as they shared a look, “i think we can figure that out” misa hummed in response. 

“we definitely can” leila confirmed with a soft nod, “after we get back to the villa” she added, shattering the hope that had been building in finally getting what you wanted after all the relentless build up you’d been experiencing. 

“why after?” your eyes gave her a pleading look, trying to convince her with just a look was probably hopeless, but it was worth a short. 

“you want us to fuck you on a boat for our friends to see? very brave of you princesa” misa purred, her hand reaching out and tugging on the string of your bikini bottoms ever so slightly. 

your eyes widened as you shook your head slightly, whilst the idea of them touching you here and now was incredible, you knew you wouldn’t be able to stand the endless teasing from your best friend if she saw how you were about to hand yourself over to them on a plate. 

“that’s what we thought” leila smiled, giving the signal to misa to pull on the string, causing it to fall next to you before you gasped and scrambled to retie it, worried that your friends would reappear on the boat any second. 

the two of them stood up, almost as if it was planned, “we are going to eat, are you joining us?” leila asked, nudging her head to the selection of fresh fruit and other snacks that had been catered as per alexia’s request. 

you shook your head politely as you stood to your feet, “i think i need to go for a swim and cool off”.

making your way to the back of the boat, you dived in without hesitation, the water being a desperate relief from the heat still coursing through your body. you wasted no time swimming towards the shore, where jenni and laia had decided that burying alexia in the sand was their newest form of entertainment.

most of the time on the beach was spent in your determined attempt to build a sandcastle without a bucket. every time you took your hands away, laia took it as an open invitation to knock it down, grinning as she ruined your progress. after the third time, you grabbed her ankle, sending her tumbling into the sand with a surprised yelp. the three of you sat giggly as the now incredibly sandy laia sent daggers in your direction.

eventually, the four of you made your way back to the boat, deciding it was time to return to the villa and unwind before getting ready for dinner. the day had been long, the sun still warm against your skin, but the lingering saltwater clinging to your body left you desperate for a shower. 

the moment you stepped inside, you beelined for the bathroom, grateful that your room had an ensuite, no waiting, no interruptions, just the promise of fresh, clean skin. time seemed to slip away as you stood under the spray, letting the heat soothe your muscles and refresh you entirely. by the time you stepped out, your body felt lighter, your damp hair falling in waves down your back as you pulled on a pair of soft shorts and a sports bra to lounge in.

swinging the bathroom door open, you were stopped in your tracks. 

leila and misa were sitting at the edge of your bed, their gazes locked onto you with knowing smirks. your stomach flipped as the memory of what had happened on the boat, the promise from the boat rushing back to your mind.

"you didn’t forget, did you, princesa?" misa’s voice was smooth yet firm, her arms crossed over her chest as she eyed you. the authority in her tone sent goosebumps racing up your arms, a shiver rolling through you as you processed what was happening.

you swallowed, quickly shaking your head. "no, of course not”, you lied. between playing on the beach and the trance-like calm of your shower, the promise they had made had momentarily slipped your mind. however the dull ache between your legs made it clear, it hadn’t forgotten for a second.

leila’s lips curled into a smirk, tilting her head slightly. "of course, amor," she murmured, her voice softer than misa’s but no less commanding. "come here."

the contrast of your predictions between them had your head spinning. leila, the one who would hold you, whisper soft praises against your skin, while misa was rougher, teasing, pushing you past your limits. at least, that’s what you assumed. boy you were wrong. 

hesitantly, you stepped forward, drawn into leila’s presence like she had an invisible pull on you. her hands reached for you instantly, fingers splaying across your waist as she guided you between her legs with ease. the warmth of her touch seeped into your skin, grounding you in the moment.

you were so focused on her that you almost didn’t notice misa standing until she was right behind you. her hands ghosted over your back, fingers tracing absent patterns over the ink etched into your skin. the teasing touch had you holding your breath, until they finally settled on your shoulders, pressing firmly as she began to knead the tension from your muscles.

the sensation had you instinctively tilting your head back, leaving your neck vulnerable, something that misa quickly noticed. her lips brushed against your skin, pressing slow, deliberate kisses that sent a shudder through your entire body. a quiet whimper threatened to escape your lips.

and then there was leila, her hands still moving, still exploring, mapping your body with a featherlight touch that somehow burned hotter than anything. every caress, every whisper of contact sent jolts of electricity through your veins. you were completely at their mercy. and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

your door swung open as laia came rushing it but was instantly stopped in her tracks before she could ask if you wanted to play mario kart on the switch she had bought. she stood rapidly blinking at the sight in front of her, clearly unsure of what to do before turning around and making a clear run for the door. 

“i told you so” she shouted before slamming the door behind her. 

your cheeks flushed red at the slight embarrassment you now felt after your best friend had seen you in this position, but the sets of hands that had taken hold of your body quickly refocused you on the situation that was developing with you at the centre. 

“you ready for some fun, carino?” leila mummered, her gaze locking onto you with a teasing smile

the look in her eyes had you nodding instantly, your breath hitching in anticipation. 

“oh you have no idea” misa whispered against your ear, voice dripping with a mix of mischief and smugness.

a/n - only half proof read, soz x

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Sorry. Can we talk about the difference in hand sizes? Just look at Alexia’s hands 🥵🫠

Those veins. I actually feel sorry for the people she shows her aggressive love to. But also jealous

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omg you wrote my request so quick! thank you so much, and it's really lovely and cute too. i appreciate it and i appreciate you! thanks again hehe

thank you so much, I appreciate you too! I'm glad you enjoyed it :)

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these texts are SO cute 😭😭

alexia playing along with politely breaking the news to her gf she has a gf 😭 and alexia telling her to not tease her in public but then being like…okay maybe sometimes 🙂

alexia knows a little fun doesn't hurt anyone 🥳 especially this type of fun

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This might be such a silly idea, but it’s inspired by your recent lil blurb hehe! Ale and reader doing their silly “sorry I have a gf” game, and reader using it to blatantly fish for compliments. She’s likes soooo what’s this girlfriend of yours like then? Pretty? Good kisser? 👀

not a silly idea at all, I enjoyed writing it, thank you for your request! <33

Pretty Girl

alexia putellas x reader — Alexia's texts are in green and Reader's texts are in blue

“Please, tell me you don't have a girlfriend because I'll be heartbroken.”

Alexia smiled when she got your text. Once again, you were roleplaying in Alexia's messages and she always liked to play along.

Initially, when she first started to get those types of messages, she didn't really know what to say, but as you kept doing it, Alexia got bolder and followed you along very well.

“Sorry for breaking your heart, then, because I actually do. And I'm very happy about it.”

“I’m a competitive woman, so competing against your girl will be easy.”

“Oh no. No one comes close to her beauty, her intelligence, her sense of humour.”

“You seem quite sure about that… But you don't really know me, do you? I can make you laugh a lot, maybe even more times than her. I bet you're already smiling while talking to me.”

“It's not only about making me laugh. What about the kisses? She is the best at making me melt with just a quick peck.”

“Is she good at kissing?”

“The best.”

“The best one you've kissed…yet, I get it. It's a shame I can't show you what I’d like to do to those lips of yours. They just look so good to try… not even one kiss? :p”

“Nope. My lips are reserved for my pretty girl, so is the rest of me.”

“Oh… pretty girl??? What's so pretty about her that makes her unbeatable in the competition for your love”

“I could talk about her beauty for ages. Her eyes are the most precious creation that can lighten up every part of the universe. Her lips look always so fluffy and so kissable, I always get lost in them biting them. The touch of her skin against mine makes me shiver because every part of her is just so unique. Sometimes I have to make myself look away from her because I can get quite intense, or that's how I feel, but if it was because of me, I’d spend every second of my life admiring her.”

It took you some minutes to answer back because Alexia had left you speechless, and she was enjoying it.

“What? Are you giving up on competing against my girlfriend?”

“I thought you didn't want me to?”

“And I don't. Just wondering if you were that competitive, like you said.”

“You've described your girlfriend so well I might try to steal her from you… I was interested in you but I think I'm going straight to her.”

“That's not very nice of you because she's actually very in love with me, luckily. Good luck with that! 👋🏻”

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When I Was Your Woman

alexia putellas x reader — angst with happy ending, nsfw content and mentions of cheating and physical and mental health and conditions.

When you walked away from Alexia, you made a vow to yourself—one you swore you’d never break: you would never forgive her.

“It was just a kiss,” she’d said, her voice trembling.

But to you, it was never just a kiss. It was the first crack in the foundation of trust, the prelude to betrayal.

She begged. Fell to her knees, hands clutching at your sleeves, desperate. Her pleas hung thick in the air, dissolving into the silence between you.

It had happened that night, during the celebration of yet another team victory. The atmosphere was electric, the kind of night where possibilities felt infinite—until they shattered.

In a single, fleeting moment, she was locked in a sloppy, too-deep kiss with a blonde stranger. It ended almost as soon as it began, but the damage carved itself into your bones.

Alexia pulled away, face flushed, the room spinning as if the world itself were recoiling from her.

The blonde woman stepped closer, reaching for her again, but Alexia shoved her back.

Without a word, she tossed cash onto the bar and stormed into the night.

When she got into her car, she punched the steering wheel in frustration.

The memory of you both lying on the couch on a Sunday morning, talking about various topics, came rushing back. You had told her you'd never forgive infidelity, and she had promised she would never do that to you. The weight of that memory suffocated her.

She wanted to crash her car, to feel physical pain—anything to distract from the emotional agony of what she had done to you.

It took her a while to get home.

Alexia couldn't forget what you told her:

"I hope you enjoyed the kiss, because that was the moment you lost me."

And you were right. The price of kissing that blonde stranger was losing the love of her life.

You were determined to leave Barcelona, and thankfully, for your sanity, Alba, Alexia's sister, let you stay for the night.

The next morning, you woke up early and went to buy some presents for Alexia’s family, especially for her sister, mother, and grandmother.

You knew it was inevitable that you would lose contact with her family, and that hurt you as much as Alexia’s betrayal.

Still, you made a promise to yourself to call Alexia’s grandmother every week, and you were a woman of trust.

Eli didn’t say much, and neither did you.

“I’m sorry, Eli. I know Alexia is your daughter, and so is your sister, Alba. I don’t want to speak badly about her in front of you, so I'd rather not give you any explanations.”

They understood.

You saw Alexia’s family a couple of times after that, with the exception of her grandmother, whom you visited often.

The poor lady understood that you didn’t want to see Alexia, so she always let you know when it was safe to visit.

Two years later, you found yourself standing in front of Alexia’s apartment door.

You didn’t know what to expect, so you kept your hopes in check.

When you saw on your phone that Alexia had torn her ACL, you felt a deep empathy for her.

You didn’t know much about that type of injury, but after reading about it and understanding how difficult the recovery process would be, you decided to visit her.

When you rang the bell, Alexia was on the couch. Alone. She had asked Eli and Alba to leave for an hour or so because she needed some time alone, as silence filled the house.

She had been deeply upset by your departure, and the injury only deepened her depression.

Even after two years, her heart still waited for you.

It was a challenge for her to get up from the sofa because she was still awaiting surgery. Her leg was immobilized, making movement nearly impossible.

Just as you were about to leave, thinking she might not live there anymore, she opened the door.

The initial shock of seeing you made her drop her crutches.

She called your name carefully, her tone questioning, as if she thought you might disappear. You nodded.

Suddenly, her face turned red, and she covered it with her hands, letting out a deep, heart-wrenching cry.

You ran to her and embraced her fully, soothing her.

The way she held onto you sent a shiver down your spine.

“Don’t leave, please… Don’t. Don’t.”

Her grip was almost painful, but you knew she didn’t mean to hurt you.

“I’m not leaving, but let’s go inside so you can sit down.”

You helped Alexia by handing her the crutches and guiding her to the sofa.

She kept looking at you intensely, afraid to glance away.

“I came because I saw the news, and I was worried,” you explained.

Alexia was visibly moved and could barely speak, so you continued.

“Especially because of what I told you when it happened.”

«I hope football betrays you as badly as you betrayed me.»

“I’m not happy about what happened to you. Even if I said that, even if I meant it at the time, I truly hope you recover as soon as possible.”

Inside Alexia, something healed, but she still felt like a monster for what she did to you. When she tore her ACL, the first image that came to her mind was you shouting that sentence to her face.

«I hope football betrays you as badly as you betrayed me» and football did, but not as badly as she betrayed your loyalty, your dignity, your love.

When Alexia cheated on you, you were peacefully sleeping on your bed, in one of her shirts. “It helps me sleep when you're out, and not by my side,” you told her. “I’ll be back sooner than you expect, just in time to cuddle you,” she told you. When Alexia came home after that kiss, she didn't cuddle you, she couldn't. Alexia felt absolutely disgusted with herself, and touching you, your kind and lovely self, felt like a profanity. That's why, when she saw you asleep, she spent almost the whole night looking at you, knowing that would be the last night seeing you.

“Ale, say something please.”

“I'm sorry.”

And those two words were also healing for you. When Alexia confessed her unloyalty, you didn't believe she was sorry.

«I’d never forgive you, Alexia. Never. I hope this haunts you for the rest of your life, so when you kiss any other woman, it reminds you of what you broke.»

That curse never happened because Alexia never kissed another woman after you left.

You were a mixture of contradictions. You still felt some hurt, even if you had already forgiven her, but seeing her so depressed, so visibly sorry… It was easier when you hated her, but now that your love for her made an appearance after being buried for two years, it was agonizing to not hold her and protect her.

Putting any thought aside, you carefully and minding her injury, hugged her as she was sat down, and she hid her face on your neck.

You heard her cries amplifying as the time passed by but you didn't stop her.

Crying for Alexia was a huge deal, so you knew this was necessary. She needed this release.

You tried to separate from her body to tell her «It's okay, let it out», but she held you tightly.

“No. Don't leave. Please.”

“I won't.”

You caressed her hair, her arms, her shoulders, anywhere to make her feel better.

“I won't leave, Ale, but we need to talk.”

Alexia didn't know if she was going to be able to bear this conversation, but she knew it was the minimum she had to do for you, especially after the way you were treating her.

She didn't say anything, so you decided to go on.

“I hated you for what you did, but right now, I've forgiven you. I still need time, because it’ll be very difficult for me to regain trust in you, but, if you let me, I’d love to be by your side, especially during this tough time. I've missed you every day and while coming here wasn't an easy thing to do, I felt the need to see those beautiful eyes again in front of me.”

Alexia, in between her cries, laughed clumsily. She knew that whenever you wanted to soften her, especially when she was sad, you’d talk about her eyes, her beautiful hazel eyes.

“So, despite everything, I'm here, and I'd love to have a conversation about what happened, if you're ready. I know it's not your best time, so whenever you feel ready, I’ll be ready.”

Despite Alexia's bad communication abilities, she knew she had to make the effort to match your maturity.

She thought she had lost you forever, but here you were, holding her.

Alexia suddenly felt remorse, and tried to back off.

You stiffened, not knowing why she reacted that way.

“No. You deserve better. No. No. No. You deserve better than me. I betrayed you.”

And she did, but you already knew that, and you already forgave her.

“Alexia, I already forgave you. It took me a while, but I did. I told you I need time because I need to regain trust, and if you want me to be part of your life, you’ll have to work for it, but that's another topic. There won't be a third chance, but I trust you enough to give you a second chance.”

“No. I don't want you to go through this again.”

That stirred something inside you. How could she be doubting herself already right after you were here giving her a second chance?

It took you off a little bit, enough for your fears to creep you, but deep inside, something told you that there was more behind Alexia's fear.

It wasn't that she didn't trust herself, she was deeply scared of hurting you so bad, you would not recover from it, because «there won't be a third chance».

“Ale, baby, listen…”

Baby.

That's how you used to call her, and you noticed the tears coming back to her eyes.

“Baby… you called me baby.”

It honestly worried you how upset she was with the situation.

You had never seen Alexia so out of control with herself, she was just not there.

“Yeah, I called you baby, because you know how much I loved to call you that. And I still want to call you my baby, my love, my girl. But you need to forgive yourself, Ale. It won't be until then that you’ll start to trust in yourself and then, you’ll make me trust you.”

“I can't. I won't. I don't want to. I fucked up everything. It's not only about us. Alba didn't talk to me in months. In months. And I don't blame her. I have never seen her so disappointed, and it was because of me. I can't fuck up everything again.”

“Tell me how it happened. Tell me about the night you cheated on me.”

Alexia looked at you perplexed. She didn't know why you wanted to hear that.

“I need it. I need to know why you did it and why you told me about it the following morning.”

It took Alexia a while to talk, and it wasn't until you started crying that she stopped.

“See? I want you to have a girlfriend worthy of your love. As much as I’ll always love you, as much as I’ll always wait for you, as much as these lips have the kiss of that woman as their last kiss as a reminder to haunt me every day of losing the woman of my life, I want you to do better, and that isn't with me.”

A part of you knew she could be right, but you wanted her, and for once, you didn't care about betrayal. You would worry about that tomorrow, or the day after, but right now, the only thing you wanted was to press your lips on hers, to eliminate the kiss of that woman from the club from her lips, and so you kissed her.

It was soft at first, but it had been two years without each other, and suddenly, a fierce passion wanted to make its appearance.

It's true that you didn't want to make things like this. You wanted to have a conversation, take things slow and behave like a mature adult but, for a moment, you forgot about what was right and what was wrong, only caring about the way Alexia was kissing you.

You ended up on top of her, letting her wander around your body.

Her hands touched everywhere around your belly, your waist and your back, caressing them, gripping them, delicately scratching them, and sooner you were desperate for more.

It wasn't until a small scratch on your waist made you moan, that Alexia tried to move her injured leg.

You noticed it and stopped.

“Ale, your leg… Be careful, baby.”

You noticed the resignation in Alexia’s eyes, and decided to do something about it.

“Let me handle it. Relax and don't make sudden movements. I've got you.”

You removed a little bit of her pants, enough to have fully access to her core.

“I've missed this pretty view.”

“There's no way I won't be able to move properly for months. I'm gonna go insane.” Alexia complained.

“Don't worry, my love. I can take care of you in every way,” you kissed her belly, leaving small bites, making her squirm.

“Ale, what did I say? No movements.”

“It's difficult, bebita.”

You had deeply missed that nickname and if it wasn't because you heard two familiar voices approaching outside the apartment, you would've made a mess of Alexia.

“Mierda, I told them to be back in an hour!” Alexia said as she rapidly tried to put her pants up.

She couldn't properly move past her upper thighs because she couldn't do any type of effort with her injured leg.

“Shit, Alexia, why didn't you warn me?!”

“Oh, sorry, I was too busy seeing your face below my belly—”

“Shhhh!”

You threw her a blanket to cover her exposed area.

When the door opened, Alba almost fell.

When she knew she wasn't hallucinating, she practically jumped on your arms, almost making you both fall down.

Eli got nervous too, but in a good way, especially after seeing her daughter's eyes: brilliant with that sparkle she had lost when you left.

“Alba, you're suffocating her!”

Alba kept kissing your face and holding you, like she always did with her friends when they hadn't seen each other in a while.

When you hugged Eli, you noticed how much she had missed you.

Her grip on you was tight, and when you saw her face, her eyes were watery.

You didn't know how you managed to get Eli and Alba to Alexia's bedroom, telling them that something had been bothering Alexia as she slept, but was too considerate to tell them, afraid she was considered a burden.

As you helped Alexia pull her pants up, you looked up, you saw her trying not to laugh.

You were too busy to laugh but it warmed your heart watching her shy smile.

Alba, bless her heart, was too naive but Eli knew something had been up, that's why when they came back to the living room, she shook her head laughing and rolling her eyes, looking at Alexia.

Alexia laughed and her cheeks got a reddish tone in just seconds, and had to improvise when Alba kept asking what was bothering Alexia, and giving her a lecture about how she was not a burden and that her, as the younger sister, would always be there for Alexia.

Alba and Eli spent the rest of the day and they both left at night.

As you were cleaning everything up, Alexia looked at you intensely.

You noticed her eyes on you, and you got closer to her.

“Let's get you to bed.”

“I can go by myself with the crutches, but you can join me— I mean, you can stay, well— if you want. You can stay wherever you want…”

You smiled at her nervousness, and with delicacy, you placed a kiss on her front.

“Relax, Ale. I’d love to stay with you. In bed. Is that okay?”

“Yes!”

Alexia asked you to get comfortable with the piece of clothing you liked the best.

To your surprise, she hadn't changed much of her clothes, so you chose a long silk shirt and some pants.

Changing in front of her made her visibly turned on, and you were enjoying it.

At first, she tried to not to look, but after assuring her it was okay to, she devoured your body.

Alexia remembered it in detail.

You got her pyjamas and helped her get changed.

As her upper body was bare, her nipples quickly responded.

With the fresh memory of how sensitive Alexia was around that area, you put her shirt on, because as bad as you wanted to make love to her, it had been a day full of emotions, and both of you were visibly exhausted.

Alexia had to sleep on her back because of her injury.

She told you that she had been struggling because, as you already knew, she always slept on her left side.

You got closer to her, after she assured you it was fine, and you began to place soft kisses on her face, making her giggle.

“Will you be here tomorrow by the time I wake up?”

Witnessing such a vulnerable Alexia was challenging because you didn't know how to act nor how to say, but you were actually eager to see more of it.

“Of course. But maybe you'll wake up before me.”

“That's okay, I always enjoyed waking up before you, especially to make you breakfast.”

Before laying your head on her chest, you placed a slow but delicate kiss on her lips, making her smile.

Alexia found comfort in playing with your hair as you had already fallen asleep, even though you wanted to stay awake until Alexia fell asleep.

And just how you expected, Alexia woke up before you.

Like last night, she began playing with your hair and her mind wandered to the last morning she spent with you and how different it was from this one.

This morning, she was not anxious because her mind was at peace and if you really wanted to try this again, she was determined to make you the happiest woman in the world.

Alexia knew you had a pending conversation, and that it wouldn't be easy, but when she was not going to let you down again, and just like that, your love story had its new beginning.

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Capi

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hii! can you do an alexia blurb where she's super oblivious to reader's advances towards her? but everyone in the team can tell, and everyone's just face palming about the situation

Here it is! I hope you like it <3

Everybody knows

alexia putellas x reader

Dealing with a crush wasn't Alexia's cup of tea. She liked to be focused, always, no excuses for her. But when it came to you, she had trouble concentrating.

Gym sessions, training, matches... Luckily, you got paired up often, so she could practice what she loved most, football, with the woman who had stolen her heart.

But when you got paired up with anyone else, Alexia's focus was still on you.

Everyone thought she was just being Alexia, The Captain, and that you had just happened to be her favorite teammate.

But your teammates did suspect, actually knew, about your feelings for Alexia.

How couldn't they? If Alexia needed something, you were already offering to help, even if she hadn't finished talking.

If you scored a goal, you'd always cling to her.

If everyone was laughing at Patri's jokes, you were leaning your head on Alexia's shoulder as you laughed.

Everyone, and I mean everyone, knew except for Alexia.

Patri actually gave you the confidence to pursue the captain, and little by little, she had won new allies to support your adventure in loving Alexia, but the poor captain was so oblivious that everyone was starting to become a little uncomfortable.

On International Book Day, the whole autonomous community of Catalonia celebrated Sant Jordi, its patron, and it was a tradition to give a book with a rose as presents.

You had bought books and roses for everyone but had reserved two roses, one red and another blue, for Alexia, with the book she had been wanting to read.

Somehow, you had the guts to give Alexia her present in front of everyone, and she joked, acknowledging how good of a teammate you were, telling everyone to level up.

Everybody except for Alexia could see the hurt through your forced smile.

Vicky was actually going insane.

She was determined to lock up both Alexia and you in a room until you confessed, but thankfully Aitana had put some sense into the situation.

"If she confesses, she shouldn't do it with Alexia on her nerves trying to get out of a locked room."

The fact that everyone knew about your love for Alexia felt a little invasive, and you wondered if Alexia already knew and tried to play it off because she didn't feel the same way.

Little did you know that Alexia was not doing well with her crush on you.

She kept yearning about how good of a girlfriend she would be to you, and surprisingly, she was a little jealous of Aitana.

You had been spending a lot of time around Aitana, and when you were around Alexia, you had been speaking about her a lot, so Alexia couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

"I swear to God that if she's actually jealous of me, I'll follow Vicky's plan and lock them up in a room."

And because Aitana is a woman of her word, she actually locked you up with Alexia in a random room.

At first, Alexia thought that the door was broken and had left you both locked up, then she thought it was a joke, and then, she just wanted to exit the room as soon as possible.

"Let's hope neither of them is claustrophobic," said Patri.

Vicky, tired of waiting on the other side of the door, shouted, "You both need to talk."

You stood up from the floor and got as near as you could to the door.

"Vicky, if this is a joke, it's no longer funny. Open the freaking door!"

Alexia had stopped listening around her because you were close to her body, very close.

You were so focused on shouting at poor Vicky that you couldn't notice how Alexia yearned for you in every aspect.

"We don't have all day. Alexia, explain to her why you're jealous of me."

You looked at Alexia very confused, and Alexia was a mix of anger and shame.

She never talked to Aitana about her love for you, she never did with anyone, but you both locked up and Aitana and Vicky (and Patri) on the other side of the door told her that they knew, and they wanted you to know.

"Aitana, we're grown enough for this game. Open the door."

"She's not going to open the door. If you don't want to talk, let's hear the other part talk, then," Patri said, referring to you.

"Of course the life and soul of the party is here!" You said angrily, referring to Patri.

"You two love each other, for God's sake! Alexia, she gave you the most beautiful roses on Sant Jordi." Vicky said. The younger player talked very securely, but deep down, she feared having crossed too many lines. At the end of the day, she was very young, and Alexia was the captain.

"And Alexia is jealous of me because we spend a lot of time together!" Said Aitana.

"You both have been so oblivious but Alexia, you've been the worst. Everybody on the team knows her love for you and you keep looking away!"

Alexia couldn't even look at you. Shame had paralyzed her whole body, and it was probably because of that why you took the initiative to get closer.

"Look at me, please."

And how could she not if you asked her to.

After a few tries, she said her first words, "You like me?"

You laughed, not believing how oblivious she still was about your love for her.

"Ale, I'm in love with you. Everybody knows. Everyone but you."

She laughed because it was true.

Not even the idea of you reciprocating her feelings for you had crossed her mind.

"I'm in love too."

And with that being said, and both of you finally knowing each other's feelings, her lips carefully kissed yours.

You were lost in each other's lips when you heard the door's lock unblocking and the three girls outside running for their lives, as if a tiger was about to come from inside the room.

"I'll deal with them later," Alexia said, to then close the space between both of you, to then say in between kisses, "I actually knew all this time."

"No, you didn't!"

And she did not, but neither did you.

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To celebrate today's victory, I want to ask if you have any requests for me to write as small stories (around 500 maybe). I write mainly for Alexia but if you have any ideas for other players (player x reader or player x player), I'm open to it :) it can be romantic fics or platonic

Sadly, I lost all of my asks on this profile, so if you remember what you sent me, you can send it to me again if you want <3

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messages and more messages

(I had so much fun writing kisses and more kisses so here's another part of messages between reader and alexia) — there's some nsfw content, so beware

"Alee, I miss you"

"I'm watching you on TV :p"

"You look very beautiful"

"Tell me you don't have a gf because I'll be heartbroken"

"Would you go out with me?"

Alexia always took time to read your messages. They were usually very sweet, and that's what she loved the most about you.

She loved having a tender and lovely girlfriend.

"I miss you too, mi amor."

"But I have a girlfriend, I can't go out with you romantically"

You loved when she played along. She never initiated these types of games but when you did, she usually roleplayed very well.

Alexia wasn't safe from your texts when the two of you were home.

Whenever she got up earlier than you, usually most times, she'd receive messages from you while you were still in bed.

"Baby"

"Just wok e up"

"Allonne"

She always laughed about your typos early in the morning, picturing you still in bed, with one eye open and the light from the screen bothering you.

"I'm on my way, princess"

"Stay awake"

Most of the time, you did, but there were times where Alexia entered your room and all she found was you back to sleeping.

You also had some fun teasing Alexia, especially in reunions with friends or with family, but never in public where a camera could take a photo of your conversation.

Alexia still blushed at the thought of the first time teasing her in front of her lifelong friends. You were deep in conversation with some of them, or at least that's what you looked like, when you quickly messaged Alexia.

"Ale… Look at me"

"But shhh."

When Alexia did, she frowned, not knowing what you meant.

"What, bebé?"

"Your body looks very beautiful in those tight pants"

"Did you know that?"

"I'm having some trouble not looking at you."

":("

Your messages almost made Alexia squirm. It was no secret to herself the power you had over your girlfriend, knowing that with a look, with a word, with the ease of a gesture, you'd have her on her knees.

"Not here."

That was her final response.

You didn't expect more, knowing she would leave it there, because you knew it was a fact how much your words had affected her.

When both of you got home, she asked you to never do that again, and so you didn't. It took her less than two weeks to tell you that you could, but only in closed spaces. Easy, you knew from the moment she asked you to stop the teasing, that she’d ask to repeat it.

Alexia took her role as a stern captain very seriously, but deep down, when it came to you, she liked to be a little bit naughty.

Both of you agreed on never sending explicit photos.

Any explicit content was reserved for messages and calls, but never video calls.

When Alexia teased you, it was a nightmare not to watch her, but when it was your turn, you loved hearing her whimpering in your ear, through the phone.

Although your favorite part was when Alexia would text you out of nowhere.

Sometimes it was an image of a funny tree she saw, or a beautiful flower that "tried to emanate your beauty, but failed", or maybe it was a selfie of her wishing you a good day.

"Good morning, bebé"

"Good morning, baby"

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alexia loves her pa amb tomàquet 😋🥖🍅

source: barçaone

q: one of your big meals is bread and tomato and ham? elaborate, no?

a: no, no, yes, well, i like not just any ham, i'm going to say that too. but it's something you could eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner. bread with tomato with cured meat, ham, fuet, cheese…

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wait alexia and readers texts are so stinking cute 😭😭😭 babies

yeah <3 soft ale is absolutely adorable

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just do it | alexia x reader

Your roommate Alexia catches you staring at her abs so she lets you experience them firsthand. (TLDR: you ride Alexia's abs) — inspired by this caitvi fanart and this other caitvi fanart

tags / contains: wc: 4k+, MINORS DNI!, smut, roommate!Alexia, playful!Alexia, grinding on Alexia's abs, fingering r!receiving, some dirty talk and teasing, petname usage, just absolute sloppy smut, not proofread

masterlist | do not repost or plagiarize!

“What are you staring at?”

You nearly jumped out of your seat and spilt your oatmeal as Alexia’s teasing, breathy voice reached your ear. Her hands poked at your waist, and you instinctively flinched, startled by her sudden presence. You turned around to see her, still in her workout gear, glistening in sweat from her morning jog. She smirked, pleasantly surprised by your reaction.

You clutched your phone close to your chest. "Nothing," you blurted out a little too quickly, avoiding her gaze as you tried to act casual. "Just scrolling through Instagram."

Alexia furrowed her eyebrows, looking at you suspiciously. "Yeah?" She tilted her head. "Then why are you holding your phone like it’s some kind of secret?" 

She raised an eyebrow. "Looking at something naughty, huh?"

Without warning, Alexia lunged, reaching for your phone with that playful grin of hers. Despite being older than you, she often acted like a mischievous child with you. It wasn’t unusual for her to sneak up on you and pinch the side of your waist just to catch you off guard. Sometimes, she’d tickle you or wrestle you for the remote control whenever she wanted to watch a football game and you were hogging the living room television to watch Temptation Island – which you found ridiculous, considering she had her own TV in her room. She was always so touchy and playful, and it only made your crush on her that much more complicated.

There was no denying that you had a crush on Alexia. When a friend mentioned that someone from her high school was looking for a roommate, you never imagined that person would be none other than World Cup winner, double Ballon d'Or holder, and FC Barcelona superstar, Alexia Putellas. You were already a fan of hers, but living with her? That was something else entirely.

Especially when she was so effortlessly comfortable around you, showing a playful side you never expected — one that only made your crush grow even harder.

Alexia was relentless as she tried to grab your phone. To prevent you from running off, Alexia straddled you to trap you to your seat, her legs brushing against yours as she closed the gap. She laughed at your futile attempts to keep the phone away from her. For a moment, you forgot about the teasing and how annoyed you should’ve felt by her persistence. Instead, your heart raced at the proximity. Her scent, fresh from the jog, her soft laugh — everything about her was just... overwhelming.

Taking advantage of your distractedness, Alexia got the better of you. She snatched your phone from your hand and bolted into her room before you could even realize. You sat there, wide-eyed and stunned. It all happened so quickly; you should have known Alexia – with her relentlessness and her athleticism – was not going to let you win this. 

You bit your lip as you began pacing your living room, waiting for her to get out of her room. Well, I have a password on my phone. There is no fucking way she’s going to open it. You paused and sighed, plopping down on the couch. Unless she guesses it.

Moments later, Alexia emerged from her room with an exaggerated smirk, holding your phone up like a trophy. By the look on her face, you can just tell that she guessed your password correctly.  "So, looking at my Nike photos, huh?" She laughed softly as she flipped your screen to her, showing you the photos of her you had saved.

Uh oh.

Your face heated instantly as you swallowed hard. You had, in fact, been ogling her latest Nike ads – the one where her abs and sculpted back muscles were on full display. When Alexia told you that her new ads were coming out earlier that week, you hadn’t expected the photos to be… of this nature.

Sure, Alexia was often just roaming around your place in just a sports bra post-workout. But you always made sure to avert your gaze, pretending you weren’t affected or even paying attention to her. Because looking directly at her in real life? That would be too obvious. Too dangerous. You didn’t want to get too flustered and even more infatuated with your roommate; it would mess up your dynamic.

So, really, you could only admire her from a distance, through the safety of a screen. And those photos… were something else. They were everything you’ve ever needed.

"Uhh, I—" you stammered, suddenly hyper-aware of how flustered you were. "I-I mean, the ad is really good. Y’know, woman empowerment and stuff. That’s so…feminist of you. It’s great."

Alexia's eyes sparkled with amusement at your stammering. "You think so?" She took her time, casually handing your phone back to you with a knowing smile. Her voice was low and teasing.  She took another step closer, just enough to make your breath hitch.

"Feminism, huh?" She arched an eyebrow, letting the words linger in the air before she casually lifted the bottom hem of her tank top, revealing the sharp definition of her abs. The sheen of her sweat accentuated the contours of her flexed muscles. 

“Was it the feminism that moved you, or…” The smirk on her face grew as her voice trailed off, leaving you to fill in the blanks. You tried so hard to not be affected but your traitorous eyes flickered downward before you could stop them. You felt your chest tighten, blood rushing to your face as you quickly shook your head, trying to clear the fog that was quickly filling your brain. Shit.

Alexia had initially only meant to tease you for a reaction — like she always did — but the way you were responding now… this was something else.

She loved riling you up; she found endless amusement in the way you’d scrunch your nose and swat at her hand whenever she pinched your side or poked at your waist. Sometimes, you’d smack her lightly on the arm and tell her to piss off, which only made her laugh harder. Alexia loved the way you always got worked up, looking like an angry kitten.

She had grown addicted to getting that look from you. It was playful, endearing, and gave her an excuse to do more… tickle you, mess with you, annoy you just enough to keep the game going. There were even times when you’d return the teasing, and that made her laugh even harder. She loved it. The back-and-forth, the way you’d both get caught up in it, made her feel close to you in a way that was fun, lighthearted.

But this? This was new.

Now, instead of rolling your eyes or teasing her back, your cheeks were flushed and your breath unsteady. You weren’t pushing her away or scowling at her; you were caught off guard, flustered and flushed in a way she had never seen before

“Huh,” It came out of her mouth in a breathy, curious tone.

She stepped forward and you instinctively moved back until your calves hit the couch. Alexia smirked slightly, the edges of her mouth tugging up, but she quickly wiped the grin off of her face. She decided she was going to push this, test the waters, and tease you in an entirely new way.

Alexia pouted as she moved impossibly closer.  “Are you mad at me? You look awfully red.” She asked with a softer voice, feigning curiosity as she put a hand under your chin and tilted your face up to force you to look at her. “Hey, cariño, you know I’m just teasing.”

You swallowed, nodding stiffly before swatting her hand away. “Yeah, yeah, it’s fine,” you muttered, grasping for an escape. “I just… don’t like it when people grab my phone like that.”

It was a flimsy excuse, but you just needed to shake her off and stop her from staring at you so intensely. Something about those beautiful hazel eyes... it was just too much.

Before you could step away, Alexia snaked her hand around your waist and pulled you flush against her. You tensed as you felt the warmth of her body against yours. “Hmm,” her soft voice vibrated against your ear. 

“You know,” she murmured, her voice a low-toned whisper, “I only tease you because you look so damn cute when you’re all riled up.” You swallowed hard as your pulse quickened. Alexia lingered close, her lips brushing against your ear before she pulled back just enough to study your face. 

Just wanting to get whatever this was over with, you nodded, still refusing to look Alexia in the eyes.  Alexia smiled slightly. “If you really wanted to look at my abs,” she mused, her fingers pushing under your top to trace circles into the skin of your back. “You could’ve just asked.”

You groaned, rolling your eyes and pushed her away slightly but Alexia’s grip on your waist tightened. 

“Ooh, there’s my feisty kitten,” Alexia teased. It wasn’t foreign to Alexia to call you silly, teasing nicknames but now it just felt charged. She leaned in, voice dropping just enough to make you shiver. “Don’t you wanna look at it now?”

The low timbre of her laugh sent a shiver straight down your spine, leaving you vulnerable and weak in a way you weren’t prepared for. 

“Well, if you don’t want to look at them…” she murmured, her fingers grazing yours. She delicately took your hand, slowly guiding it towards her exposed abdomen. “…you can touch them instead.”

Your breath hitched, coming out in uneven, hot puffs as Alexia guided your trembling hands over her flexed abs. The sensation of her firm, sweat-slicked stomach against your clammy fingers was driving you insane. 

You had spent so much time and effort avoiding anything that would cross the line. You were always diverting her touchy nature with playful swats or annoyed gestures to keep things uncomplicated. You thought maybe that was enough to keep your feelings at bay, enough to avoid turning your little crush into a full-blown infatuation. The last thing you needed was to complicate your relationship with your roommate.

But here she was now, undoing everything you worked hard to do.

“Hmm,” Alexia hummed, her voice dripping with amusement. “Better than you imagined?” 

Her smile widened as she watched your chest rise and fall with shaky breaths. She tilted her head, eyes flicking between your lips and your slightly parted lips. She followed your gaze, which was now fixated on the firm muscles beneath your fingertips.

“Staring at me like that, cariño?” she teased, tilting her head as if examining you. “Not very feminist of you.”

The teasing tone in her voice should have snapped you out of it, but instead, it sent a pulse of heat straight through you. You forced yourself to shake your head, mustering just enough strength to lift your hand to smack her in the arm.

But Alexia was faster. She caught your wrist with ease, and before you could react, she twisted both of your arms behind your back, restraining you and pulling you closer to her. The sudden proximity left you breathless, her firm grip keeping you upright as you nearly stumbled back onto the couch. Then, suddenly, her lips were pressed against yours.

You let out a sharp inhale against her lips, body stiff with shock. Alexia’s mouth moved against yours with a confidence that made your head spin. You tried to protest and push her away but with her holding your hands behind your back, you were completely trapped.

A million thoughts surged through your mind as the anxiety filled you. This was Alexia. Your roommate. Your friend. The one person you swore you wouldn’t complicate things with. But the way she kissed you, like she had been waiting for this just as long as you had, made every single reason you had for resisting dissipate.

Sensing your hesitation, Alexia pulled back just enough to breathe against your lips. “Stop fighting it,” she murmured, her voice low, slightly breathless. Her nose brushed against yours, and she tilted her head, lips grazing over your cheek in a way that made you shudder. “I know you want me.”

And god, did you.

The last thread of restraint inside you snapped as she kissed you again, deeper this time, her grip on you loosening just slightly. You pushed forward, pressing into her, completely melting into her kiss.

“Let me go,” you whispered against her lips, voice unsteady and muffled.

Alexia chuckled, the sound vibrating through your chest. “Mm, I don’t know,” she teased, fingers tightening as she firmly pulled on them one last time before finally letting your wrists slip free. Without missing a beat, you slid your arms around her neck, pulling her closer against you as you kissed her back, properly this time. 

Alexia kissed better than you could have ever imagined. She was intense, passionate but still careful and measured with her hands delicately holding you at the waist, fingers tracing small circles against your skin. As the kiss deepened, Alexia started moving you and pulling you towards her bedroom. She barely broke away from your lips as she fumbled with the stubborn doorknob, cursing softly in frustration before finally pushing the door open.

She swiftly sat on the bed, pulling you on to her lap. Her lips left yours to trace along your jaw, slow and deliberate, before trailing down the length of your throat. The first drag of her tongue against your pulse made you whimper, and when she latched onto the soft skin at the base of your neck, sucking just hard enough to leave her mark, you moaned outright. 

Alexia chuckled, the vibrations spreading through your skin, setting every nerve in your body alight. You barely realized you had started grinding against her lap until she tensed beneath you, her hands tightening around your waist.

“Fuck, get this off,” you moaned out as you tugged on her shirt. “I need to see you properly this time.”

She smiled, wasting no time pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it aside. Your breath hitched as you put your hands on her abs, tracing every curve and contour. Alexia chuckled as she leaned back, propping herself up with her elbows firm on the mattress, further engaging her core. You cursed under your breath as you felt them firm up beneath your fingertips. “Fuck.”

Alexia watched you, amused, letting you admire her. She loved the way your eyes were taking every bit of her in. You were practically devouring her with your eyes. But before you could fully enjoy admiring her, she leaned in, pressing her lips to the shell of your ear. “Why don’t we try something?” she murmured, voice dripping with something dangerous. “Just… indulge me.”

You cocked up an eyebrow as you looked at the older woman who had a playful smile on her face. Without explanation, Alexia sat up from her leaned-back posture and caught your lips in a deep kiss again.You barely had time to react before you felt her hands at the waistband of your pajama shorts, fingers toying with the elastic.

The second she tugged at them, you broke away, standing swiftly so she could pull them off without resistance. The heat between your legs was undeniable now. Alexia swore she could feel her mouth water as her eyes fell upon them in a dark gaze.

“Fuck,” Alexia cursed. She grabbed you by the hips, moving her head towards your hips to plant a kiss on the dip of your hips. “Look at that… so wet for me.”

A breath escaped your lips. “I want you to do something for me, cariño.” She murmured, pressing another lingering kiss on your bare hip.

“Yeah?” It came out softer and more submissive than you thought.

Alexia smirked at that, her eyes darkening slightly as she leaned back against the pillows propped up on her headboard. You hesitantly crawled onto the bed, feeling awkward and self-conscious about your nakedness. But the moment you were within reach, Alexia’s hands found your waist, strong and firm as she pulled you back into her lap.

She looked at you with a slight sparkle in her eyes. “I want you to grind on my abs.”

Your eyes widened and you nearly choked on your own breath. “W-what?”

Alexia chuckled, running hands over your thighs, brushing impossibly close to your center but never quite touching. The teasing gestures had your eyes fluttering in pleasure, desperate for more  “Go on, cariño,” she purred, tilting her head as she watched you. “I want to feel you riding me.”

You didn’t have to think too hard. In fact, you didn’t have to think at all. It was as if your animalistic instinct took over. You put your hands firm against the headboard, gripping it tightly as you lowered yourself on her, gasping as you felt contact. A wave of pleasure shot through you.

“Wait, let’s get this off.” Alexia hummed, pulling off your top, and exposing your bare chest to her. “Now, that’s a sight.”

A blush crept across your cheeks, but before you could react, she pressed a slow, lingering kiss just between your breasts. She moved her mouth from the center to your right breast, capturing the erect nipple with her warm, wet mouth. You swallowed hard and hesitantly rolled your hips against her abs, testing the friction. Moans threatened to spill out of your mouth as soon as you moved your body against her. Your slick covered Alexia’s stomach with every movement, which the Catalan absolutely loved. Finally, a moan escaped your lips as your swollen clit dragged against the firm muscles beneath you. The sensation had you shivering in pleasure already.

Your movements started slow and hesitant, testing out the water. But Alexia was growing impatient; she wanted to see you fully riding her out and screaming her name in pleasure. She had enough of this slow grind nonsense. Her hands tightened on your hips, fingers digging into your skin as she pressed you down harder against her.

“Come on,” Her voice came out with a rasp. “Show me how much you want me.”

You obeyed without thinking, your hands sliding from the headboard to grasp at her arms for support. You rocked your hips harder, faster, feeling the delicious friction of her muscles against your aching clit. Alexia guided your hips, pressing you down against her. With your full weight against her, each movement and roll of your hips was rewarded with a warm pleasure that filled your body. 

You managed to open your eyes momentarily to take a look at Alexia. And the way she was staring at you… it was intense. Her gaze had turned feral with sharp hazel eyes fixated on every inch of your body, watching your hips roll and your boobs bounce with every hip gyration. Her lips were parted slightly, left breathless by the insane sight of you grinding against her, leaving her soaked in your sweet nectar.

“Fuck,” she groaned, one hand leaving your waist to glide up your body. They settled at the middle of your back, supporting your weight. The shift in angle had your clit rubbing directly against the hardest ridge of her abs, and your whole body trembled as a string of sloppy moans and whimpers spilled from your lips.

“That’s it,” Alexia murmured, her voice nearly a growl. “Keep going, cariño. Use me.”

Her words alone were enough to drive you insane. You picked up the pace and held firmly against Alexia to grind against her, chasing after the pleasure that was developing inside you. You threw your head back as you continued to recklessly ride your roommate’s abs, letting each ridge graze against your bud. With each movement, your moans got louder, more lewd. If you weren’t so brainfucked, you would have taken a moment to thank god for the fact that Alexia’s apartment had thick walls or else all the other neighbours would have heard you.

“Alexia…” It came out breathily and weakly. “I’m going to– I’m going to—”

“I know, cariño.” Alexia purred, her voice smooth and intoxicating. “I’ll give you a reward as soon as you do.”

Your breath hitched, and you nodded, biting your lip. Alexia’s hands gripped your waist firmly, holding you up effortlessly so you could thoughtlessly grind against her abs. Your thighs were burning and you were growing sloppier with each hip movement but the way Alexia stared at you – lower lip tucked in between her teeth, eyes dark with desire, letting out low groans as she felt the drag of your slick against her stomach— kept you going.

Your arms were shaking and your legs were growing weak. The pleasure was building up almost to a peak. "Come on, just a bit more,” she urged, voice thick with hunger.

And suddenly, the pleasure was rippling throughout your body. Your body shook as warmth flooded every inch of you. You would have gone completely limp if Alexia had not propped you up with her strong hands.

Your brain was still foggy and your body was still weak when she suddenly flipped you over, pressing you into the mattress. Before you could catch your breath, Alexia was between your legs, her fingers pushing inside you in one smooth motion. A strangled cry tore from your throat as you felt her long fingers enter you, hitting every spot that sent pleasure all over your body with every thrust. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek — so tender, so deceptively sweet — while her fingers moved in contrast with rough but deliberate thrusts.

You held Alexia close, clawing at her back, nails sinking into the exposed parts of it. Alexia moaned against your ear. Even if you were roughly clawing at her back, the pain felt more like pleasure; the sting only fuelling her desire. She picked up the pace, her movements rough and unrelenting, thrusting deeply inside you. Her fingers were longer than yours and they were reaching parts you could never reach; it was a novel experience that you were starting to grow addicted to.

Soon, your vision was starting to blur as heat pooled low in your belly. You just knew another orgasm was building. “You feel so good, cariño.” She hummed against your ear, breathy and warm. “Love your tight pussy.”

You groaned out. Alexia smiled agaisnt your neck. “Fuck, you sound so good.” She was once again dragging her tongue against your neck before biting and sucking against the flesh. The sensation of her mouth against you and your fingers inside you was driving you over the edge. “Yeah, cum for me, baby.”

You felt yourself tighten around Alexia’s fingers. You held onto her tightly, involuntarily moving your hips to match her movements. “Ale… Alexia, fuck.” You moaned in her ear. “Fuck!”

Alexia firmly thrusted deeply one last time. You arched your back, feeling your orgasm fill you once more. Alexia thrusted a few more times, letting you ride out the sensation before completely pulling out. 

You blinked hazily, still trying to gather your thoughts as your body slowly came down from its high. Your limbs felt like jelly, your breath uneven, and your brain was struggling to piece together anything coherent. Meanwhile, Alexia looked completely smug, smiling at you.

You let out a heavy sigh to admire her for a moment. She looked impossibly gorgeous even with her hair tousled and a thin sheen of sweat clinging to her skin. Her hazel eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint to them. 

“So… remind me again,” she asked as she lowered her face to plant a kiss on your collarbone. “What was it you liked about my ad? You said something about… women empowerment?”

You rolled your eyes and groaned. “God, you’re so annoying.”

Alexia merely smirked. “Yeah?” she hummed, tilting her head as if deep in thought. “Maybe you should punish me for being so annoying.”

Alexia planted another kiss between your collarbones and neck before moving up to plant a kiss below your jaw then to the side of your ear. Her fingers trailed lower once more, settling at the dip of your hipbones. She whispered, her lips brushing against your ear. “You can shut me up if you sit on my face.”

You lightly smacked her shoulder, causing her to chuckle. “Now?” You looked at her incredulously. “You just fucked my brain out and my legs are practically jelly. I’d probably end up suffocating you.”

Alexia chuckled, her voice low and amused. “Mmm, I don’t think I’d mind that.” She pressed a slow, lingering kiss to your lips. “Just can’t get enough,” she said with another kiss. “I really can't help it... my roommate is so hot.”

You rolled your eyes at the statement even if it did turn you on a little bit. “Alexia, I haven’t done that before. I’m seriously gonna suffocate you with my butt.” You groaned, trying to make light of the situation to mask your self-consciousness. You never really slept with much women so you weren’t sure how face-riding worked. Hell, it was a miracle you were somehow able to pull off riding her abs. “I just don’t wanna disappoint you.”

Alexia furrowed her eyebrows. “Cariño, you could never disappoint.” She said with a firmer tone. “Besides, I’m seriously so desperate to taste you.”

You hesitated, unsure if your body could even take another orgasm. Alexia leaned in to kiss your lips tenderly. “Don’t overthink it,” she said before giving you another kiss. You could feel her smile against your lips just before she pulled away, looking at you with a playful smile and a sparkle in her eyes. “Just do it.”

a/n: again not proofread! please be nice! (also sorry for disappearing AGAIN! just a tad uninspired to write lately! i promise i'll be back... at some unspecified time... to write more substantial fanfics) | masterlist

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kisses and more kisses

alexia putellas x reader

“YEAH, THAT’S A GOAL!”

“I MISSED WATCHING YOU PLAY!”

“You played amazingly, Ale!!!”

“I love watching you play every time. I’m so proud of you, baby.”

During halftime, Alexia would always sneak a peek at her phone, knowing you’d have sent a few messages throughout the match.

You celebrated her goals like no one else, but sometimes you were far from home or simply didn’t feel like being surrounded by a huge crowd. Alexia respected that.

Every time she scored, you would send a flood of messages, voice notes, and videos of you happily watching the match. Alexia fell more in love with you every time she opened one of your messages.

“I still need to improve a lot. It’s the same thing after recovering from an injury.”

“Thank you, bebé. Did you see that I sent you a kiss as my celebration?”

“I knew you’d be watching the match.”

“I love you. I can’t wait to come home and give you kisses.”

Alexia’s teammates never said anything, but it was clear when she was talking to you. Her reddish cheeks and shy smile gave it away.

“Be quick, Ale! I made your favorite meal! We can eat it together for lunch before I have to go.”

“I’ll be back in a couple of hours, though. Don’t miss me too much!”

“I always miss you, bebé. I’m missing you right now.”

After sending you that message, Alexia put away her phone and returned to her stern captain demeanor.

It was amusing to witness the shift from a soft, affectionate Alexia to a serious and focused one.

“Let’s go, girls. Let’s win this game.”

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Sneaky

Bruna x Engen!reader

warnings: kissing, alludes to sex

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It was late, and the hotel lobby was quiet, with most of the team either in their rooms or relaxing at the bar after the grueling match. FC Barcelona Femení had just finished an intense game, and while everyone was drained from the effort, you were still buzzing with excitement. Your plan was simple but thrilling—sneak into Bruna's room for a little late-night adventure.

You sat in the lobby for a few minutes, casually texting Bruna to confirm that everything was set.

Are you ready?

A moment later, your phone buzzed with her reply: Waiting for you. Hurry up.

Your heart skipped a beat as you stood and made your way toward the elevators. The excitement was contagious, and you couldn’t wait to see Bruna again. You had always loved the thrill of sneaking around—after all, you’d covered for your sister more times than you could count when she sneaked into Mapi’s room.

This time, though, it was you sneaking away, and you were more than ready to break a few rules.

As the elevator doors opened and you stepped out onto the team's floor, you took a deep breath. The hallway was eerily quiet, and you had to be careful. If anyone saw you, it would be difficult to explain yourself, especially with Ingrid being so protective of everyone.

You checked your phone again as you walked toward Bruna’s room, making sure the coast was clear. Just a few more steps. When you reached her door, you knocked softly, heart racing.

A few seconds later, the door cracked open, and Bruna peeked out. A smile immediately spread across your face as you saw her.

“Finally,” she whispered, pulling you inside quickly and locking the door behind you.

Bruna was wearing an oversized Barça hoodie and a pair of shorts, her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. She smiled, the kind of smile that made your chest ache in the best way.

The room was dimly lit by a bedside lamp, and the soft scent of lavender filled the air. It was peaceful, just you and her in the quiet hotel room.

“Hi,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Hi,” she replied, stepping closer.

The distance between you disappeared in an instant. Her arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as your lips met in a kiss that felt like coming home. It was soft at first, tentative, but quickly deepened as your hands found their way to her waist, holding her as if she might slip away.

The heat between you two was undeniable, and as the kiss deepened, you could feel her fingers tracing along your back, pulling you closer as if she never wanted to let go.

“You were amazing today,” she murmured against your lips.

“You’re just saying that because you love me,” you teased, earning a playful shove.

Her laughter was quiet but contagious. “Maybe. But it’s true.”

You lost track of time in her arms, the world outside her room fading away. The adrenaline from the game, the stress of the season—it all disappeared, replaced by the intoxicating warmth of her touch and the way she whispered your name like it was the only one that mattered.

You let yourself get lost in the moment, forgetting the world outside of the room, forgetting the match and the team, and focusing only on her. Your heart was racing, but not from nerves this time—it was from the electric connection between you two. You slid your hands up her arms, brushing her hair behind her ear, before your lips met hers again, more urgently this time.

It felt like you couldn’t get close enough. Just as Bruna deepened the kiss, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, growing louder with each passing second. Your pulse quickened, and you broke the kiss with a soft gasp, eyes wide.

“Did you hear that?” you whispered, your heart hammering in your chest.

Bruna’s eyes flickered toward the door as the footsteps grew closer. “Shit,” she muttered. “It’s Alexia. She’s probably just checking on the team, but we can’t get caught.”

You quickly pulled away, a flash of panic in your eyes. “We need to hide!” you whispered urgently.

Before you could react, Bruna pulled you behind the curtain separating the window from the rest of the room. You crouched down, trying to hold your breath as the sound of Alexia’s footsteps grew closer.

You could hear her voice now, faint but clear as she stopped in front of Bruna’s door. “Everything alright in there?” she asked casually, her voice warm but tinged with curiosity.

Bruna shot you a nervous glance but kept her voice steady. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Just tired from the match. I’ll see you in the morning?”

Alexia paused, then sighed, clearly satisfied with that answer. “Alright, just checking. Get some rest.”

You both waited for what felt like an eternity until you heard Alexia’s footsteps retreat down the hallway. You exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

“That was way too close,” you whispered.

Bruna let out a nervous laugh, her hand resting on your arm. “You almost gave us away, you know that?”

You gave her an apologetic look. “I wasn’t planning on it, I swear.”

Bruna smiled, her expression softening. “It’s fine. You’re lucky we made it. Now, where were we?”

She pulled you back into her arms, kissing you again, this time slower and more tender, her hands cupping your face as if she wanted to savor every second.

For the next few hours, time seemed to stand still. It was just the two of you, hiding away from the world, your kisses passionate and your touches lingering. The rest of the team felt a million miles away as you shared this quiet, thrilling moment.

Eventually, though, you knew you’d have to leave. You couldn’t risk being caught, and as much as you didn’t want to go, you had to return to your own room.

You pulled away reluctantly, your fingers lingering on Bruna’s skin for a moment longer before you whispered, “I should go.”

Bruna smiled softly, but there was something in her eyes that made your heart race. “I know. I'll miss you.”

You smiled back, kissing her once more before pulling your clothes back on and slipping out of the room as quietly as you’d come in.

As you walked back down the hallway, a surge of happiness rushed through you. It had been risky, exciting, and everything you’d hoped for. But as you turned the corner, you ran straight into Alexia.

But as you turned the corner on your way back to your room, you ran straight into Alexia.

She raised an eyebrow, her arms crossed. “Late night walk?”

You froze, scrambling for an excuse.

But then, she smirked. “Next time, be quieter. And don’t let me catch you again.”

Your face burned as she walked away, leaving you standing there, stunned but grinning.

This was going to be a story you’d never forget.

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i'm speechless

birthday wishes from alexia's personal trainer and physio who has been with her for years and knows the type of beast she is! 😮‍💨

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