lwwife

[lwwife]

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i gasped so hard, so cute😭🥹

[lwwife]

𝑺𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓

Pairing: Alexia Putellas x reader

Words: 936

Warnings: none

Summary: Alexia steals your snacks. [Request]

Notes: Yes, I say crisps. I am British. That’s what we call them here.

It was a rare evening off, and you were sprawled out on the couch, enjoying the peaceful comfort of home. The TV was on, tuned to a match you’d been eager to watch all week. A bag of crisps rested on your lap, your hand occasionally reaching in for another bite. It was your favorite flavor, and after a long day, the simple pleasure of good snacks and football was pure bliss.

Alexia sat beside you, her legs tucked beneath her. Her attention flicked between her phone and the TV, though she seemed far more interested in you than the game. Every now and then, you caught her glancing at the bag of crisps in your lap, her brown eyes narrowing slightly, her expression one of calculated determination.

You pretended not to notice, knowing exactly what she was up to. Alexia had a habit of stealing your snacks, despite having no shortage of her own. It had become a game between the two of you—a game you usually lost, because Alexia was nothing if not persistent.

The first move came just as a corner kick was being taken. You were glued to the screen, anticipating the shot, when Alexia shifted closer. Her hand darted out, fingers brushing against the edge of the bag.

Without looking away from the TV, you tilted the bag out of her reach. “Don’t even think about it,” you warned, your tone light but firm.

Alexia’s lips curved into a playful smirk, her accent thick as she responded. “I am not thinking. I am… what is it? Doing.”

Her hand shot out again, this time a little bolder. You blocked her with your arm, finally turning to give her a mock glare. “Get your own,” you said, holding the bag protectively.

“I don’t want my own,” she said, leaning into you with a pout. “Yours taste better.”

“They’re the same crisps we bought together at the shop,” you replied, laughing. “You literally picked them out.”

“Doesn’t matter,” she said stubbornly, her Spanish accent making the words sound far cuter than they had any right to. “Yours are better. Always better.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart melted a little at her antics. Alexia was the picture of focus and discipline on the pitch, a leader through and through. Off the pitch, though? She was your biggest menace.

As the match continued, so did her attempts to steal your snacks. She tried sneaking her hand into the bag during a particularly tense moment on the field, but you swatted her away. She tried distracting you by pointing at the screen and exclaiming, “Goal! Look!” even though there was no goal. When you didn’t fall for that, she resorted to whining, her head dropping dramatically onto your shoulder.

“Why do you not share with me?” she asked, her voice laced with exaggerated sorrow. “You are so mean.”

“Mean?” you repeated, arching an eyebrow. “You’re the one trying to steal from me. That’s mean.”

Alexia sat up straight, crossing her arms. “It’s not stealing if we share everything. We are girlfriends.”

“Oh, is that how it works?” you teased, grinning at her. “Then why didn’t you share your churros with me last week, huh?”

Her cheeks flushed, and she avoided your gaze. “That was different.”

“Sure it was,” you said, laughing as you took another crisp.

For a moment, she looked defeated, slumping back against the couch with a huff. You thought you’d won. But Alexia was nothing if not determined.

Her next move was more elaborate. She grabbed the throw pillow beside her and tossed it onto the floor. When you bent down to pick it up, muttering about her being messy, she seized the opportunity to grab the bag. By the time you sat up again, the crisps were in her hands, and she was grinning triumphantly.

“Hey!” you protested, reaching for the bag.

Alexia held it out of reach, her long arms giving her an unfair advantage. “Too slow!” she sang, giggling as you tried to wrestle it back.

You lunged for her, and the two of you ended up in a full-on tug-of-war. She was laughing so hard she could barely hold onto the bag, but she refused to let go. “I win!” she declared, though her words were muffled by laughter.

“Like hell you do,” you shot back, climbing onto her lap in a last-ditch effort to reclaim your snack.

The two of you toppled over, landing in a heap on the couch. The bag of crisps fell to the floor, spilling its contents everywhere. For a moment, you both froze, staring at the mess. Then Alexia burst into laughter, her face buried against your shoulder as she shook with amusement.

“You’re impossible,” you said, but you couldn’t help laughing too.

She pulled back just enough to look at you, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief. “And you love me.”

“Unfortunately,” you said, but the smile on your face betrayed your words.

Alexia leaned in, pressing a quick, playful kiss to your lips. “You are lucky I love you more,” she said, her voice soft but teasing.

The match on TV was long forgotten by now, the crisps scattered across the floor a minor inconvenience compared to the warmth of Alexia’s laughter and the way her arms tightened around you. In that moment, as the two of you lay tangled on the couch, it didn’t matter who won or lost your silly little game. All that mattered was her smile, her laughter, and the undeniable fact that she was your favorite kind of chaos.

**

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[lwwife]

it’s the ‘i-iiiii really want to go’

for me tbh

[lwwife]

Not in the mood - Alexia Putellas x Reader

Summary: Your girlfriend Alexia is back from a couple of days away for football. She has a rest day, but when you come back from work you are not in the mood... or so you tell Alexia. Genre: Fluff / Smut Warnings: Minors do not interact, 18+

You had tried to go home as quick as possible when your workday was done. Today was a rest day for Alexia and that meant one of the rare occasions you and her could spend some quality time together.

She had texted you throughout the day about the things she´d been up to and about how much she was missing you.

You adored her, she was doing the laundry at home even though she was a six figure earner, while you made a mediocre salary. She was almost never home, and when she was she helped out in the house hold.

She was the perfect girlfriend. It is cool that she is a football player ofcourse, but that wasn´t why you had fallen in love with her. No.

You had fallen for the sweet, soft and caring woman that was called Alexia Putellas. Who also happened to be a pro football player, earning her the nickname ´la Reina´. Rightfully so, she really was a queen.

You stepped through the front door of the apartment the two of you shared. Having moved in together after a small 7 months of dating. Now it was already close to you two´s 2 year celebration, and things where still going as good as ever. Maybe even better if that was possible.

´´Good afternoon babyyy.´´ You called out in the hallway while dropping your bag, taking of your shoes and putting your coat on the rack.

You walked in to the apartment to be met with alexia watching tv and folding laundry simultaneously. She looked cute, her attention completely turned to the show she was watching. That was such an Alexia thing, always having her whole heart in the things she did.

´´Ale.´´ You chuckled, softly. You didn´t want to startle her.

She blinked and looked up, she turned to you and smiled. ´´heyyy.´´ She put the towel she was holding next to her and stood up from the couch, ´´I missed you.´´

´´I missed you too, how was your day?’’ you asked walking towards her.

She took you in her arms, holding you close, ‘’mmmm,’’ she swayed you back and forth, ‘’my day was good, I did absolutely nothing though, so I can’t wait to train again tomorrow.’’

You chuckled against her chest, ‘’you did laundry, you did the dishes, you vacuumed and made the bed,’’ you looked up and kissed her jaw, ‘’I think you did a lot for a so called ‘rest day’, ‘’

‘’Hm,’’ Alexia let out a disagreeing hum, but kissed the top of your head, ‘’and how was your day.’’

‘’Oh good,’’ you smiled, peeling yourself away from her slightly so you could see her face, ‘’I had a really good talk with that one client I told you about and I got a lot of paperwork done, so I had a very productive day.’’

Alexia smiled, ‘’I am proud of you.’’

You smiled back, ‘’I am proud of you too, my superstar.’’

Alexia rolled her eyes at the way you said ‘my superstar’, you always had to reply to compliments either jokingly, sarcastically or denyingly, she whished you would just accept her compliments for once.

You ignored her with a chuckle and kissed her, ‘’so what do you want to do this afternoon?’’ you murmured after slightly pulling away again.

Alexia blinked, thinking a second before pulling you in for another kiss. ‘’mm maybe we can cuddle on the couch?’’ she said after breaking the kiss.

You smiled, ‘’mm that would be nice, let me put on some comfy clothes and I’ll join you.’’

Alexia nodded, ‘’perfect, I’ll finish the laundry and put it away.’’

-

Alexia didn’t finish the folding, instead she took the laundry, half folded, half not. In the basket back to the room, following just a few moments behind you.

You had just taken your blouse and skirt off, sitting on the bed to take of your tights without creating any ladders.

You shook your head as you saw alexia standing in the doorway with the basket of laundry.

‘’You where right, I have done enough things for my rest day.’’ She explained, setting the basket down.

She stayed there, leaning against the wall, watching now as you had stood up and opened the closet.

You turned around with sweatpants, throwing them on the bed. You caught her gaze flicking up from your ass, quickly to land on your face. You smirked, ‘’sure no other reason you followed me?’’

Alexia walked over to you and wrapped herself around you, ‘’mm yes actually, wanted to tell you to put one of my sweaters on,’’ she kissed your neck as she reached out and grabbed a dark blue Barça hoodie from her stack of clothes, ‘’this one is very comfy.’’

You chuckled as you turned around and took the hoodie, which you had already worn maybe a hundred times, from her. ‘’Oh thank you, how considerate.’’

She nodded, ‘’only the best for my girl.’’

You shook your head amused as you threw the sweater on the bed as well, then you grabbed an undershirt and turned to the bed.

First you put on the sweatpants, then you removed your bra. You knew Alexia was watching but you didn’t give her any attention, it amused you. Then you put on the shirt and the hoodie and turned to her, ‘’very comfy.’’

She looked at you triumphantly. ‘’Do I deserve a kiss for helping you?’’

Chuckling, you took her hand to pull her closer, ‘’you always deserve a kiss.’’

She smiled like a kid who had just been told they could have as many pieces of candy from the jar as they wanted.

Alexia held your face and pecked your lips about a dozen times before giving you a proper kiss.

After a couple minutes you pulled back, you chuckled. ‘’Alright, lets get to the couch then.’’

A bit dazy, alexia looked at you, ‘’mhm, yes ofcourse, the couch.’’

-

You laid down on the couch as Alexia made two cups of tea.

She came back setting the cups down and next to your tea she laid down a cookie with one bite out of it.

‘’Mm nice,’’ you chuckled, ‘’a chewed cookie.’’ Often when Alexia brought you a snack it had a little bite missing, she always said the same;

‘’made sure it’s safe for you, and I can confirm there’s no poison in it.’’ alexia said with a serious face, knowing damn well she had done it with the other 4 cookies from this same pack as well the last days.

‘’I’m so lucky,’’ you rolled your eyes, ‘’you protect me from all the evils of the world.’’

‘’mhm,’’ alexia nodded proudly, ‘’now, can I lie behind you?’’ she asked, eying the bit of space you had left, balancing on the edge of the couch.

you nodded, leaning even more towards the edge.

alexia stepped behind you and tugged a blanket along with her. covering the both of you as she wiggled until she was happy with both of your positions.

‘’Shall we watch this,’’ you said, pointing with the remote at the show selected, ‘’looks fun.’’

‘’Mhm,’’ Alexia didn’t even look at the screen, her face nuzzled in your neck and her hand searching for the hem of your sweater.

You put the show on and put the remote on the coffee table as you felt alexia’s hand creeping below your shirt. You shivered as her cool hands traced the skin of your stomach.

‘’Ale, its colddd.’’ You said, trying to take her hand away from under your shirt.

‘’But I want to hold you.’’ She pouted, her lips finding your neck, kissing you softly as her hand crept up further and further, ‘’can I hold them? I missed them.’’ She pouted innocently.

You scooched back further against her, feeling her warmth against your back. You sighed and agreed halfheartedly, ‘’fine.’’

She smiled against your neck, ‘’mmm I love you,’’ she murmured as she gave both of your boobs some attention before cupping one and settling like that.

With one arm below your head, one hand under your shirt and her back flush against your front the two of you laid there for a while.

Every now and then you took a sip of the tea until it was finished and your cookie was gone too.

You where pretty invested in the show you had put on, it was some show about lawyers. Overly dramatized ofcourse, but entertaining nonetheless.

Alexia seemed to be contend too, she place kisses in your neck every once in a while and her hand was rested comfortably on your chest. Now that her hand was warmed to the same temperature as you where, it was fine.

-

All of a sudden you noticed Alexia removing her hand from your boob, trailing lower. It send a shiver along your spine.

She moved a bit, straightening herself against you as her hand was on your stomach.

‘’Ale’’ You said, your voice sounding in a tone somewhere between warning and absence, your gaze still on the tv.

“What?” she asked softly, her hand finding your hip, pulling you impossibly closer.

You took her hand, guiding her arm around you and clasping it gently with both of yours. Preventing her further distractions.

In response, she began placing soft kisses along your neck, each one lingering just enough to make your skin tingle. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“We were just going to cuddle,” you sighed, trying to hold onto the original plan.

“We are cuddling,” she whispered in your ear, her breath warm and teasing. “I just missed you.”

A shiver ran down your spine as goosebumps spread along your neck. “I missed you too, Ale,” you murmured, your attention now drifting completely away from the show. Just yesterday, Alexia had returned from a three-day trip to Germany for a Champions League match.

Turning around to face her, you smiled, your forehead nearly touching hers. “But now you’re home, hm?”

She didn’t seem to hear, her gaze fixed on your lips as if transfixed.

“Ale?” you chuckled softly.

She blinked, finally meeting your eyes. “Yeah, you’re my home.”

You rolled your eyes, cupping her face and brushing your thumbs gently over her cheeks. “Where’s your head at?”

“What?” She tilted her head, eyebrows knitting together. “My head is right here—with you. I’m thinking about you.”

You chuckled, unconvinced. “Mhm.”

“It’s true,” she murmured, tilting her face closer to yours, “and I want a kiss, please.”

You leaned in and kissed her, soft at first, but Alexia’s hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into her. The kiss quickly grew hungrier, her lips moving against yours like she’d been waiting forever.

When you broke away to breathe, she didn’t let you go far, her mouth already trailing to your jaw and then your neck, her kisses soft but clearly needy. Her hands slid to your hips, tugging you tight against her.

“What are you after?” you teased, trying to hide your smile.

“Missed you,” she murmured against your skin, her tone so earnest it made you chuckle.

“Oh, I couldn’t tell,” you replied, laughing a little, even as her lips found the spot on your neck that always made you melt.

She pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, a playful glint dancing in hers. “Let me show you,” she whispered, her hands sliding lower as she leaned closer, “déjame mostrarte how much I missed you.”

The way she said it—serious and full of adoration—made you laugh again. You kissed her because she was adorable.

Alexia kissed you back, but not with the same playful energy. Her lips moved hungrily, her grip tightening on your hips.

You pressed a hand to her chest, holding her back just enough to catch your breath and calm her down.

“What?” Alexia said breathlessly, eyes flicking between yours and your lips. “Something wrong?”

You bit your lip. “I’m not really in the mood, Ale.”

Alexia’s face fell, her pout so exaggerated you almost laughed. “¿No? No quieres? You don’t want to have sex?”

“I’m just a little tired,” you admitted, watching her expression turn soft but still a little dramatic. “I know it’s been a while. Maybe tomorrow.”

Her lips pressed into a thin smile, nodding. “Okay, mañana…” She pulled you closer, then grinned mischievously. “Orrr…” Before you could react, she rolled you onto your back and leaned over you.

“You can just relax,” she whispered in your ear, her voice low and teasing, “and I’ll make you feel good.” Her lips brushed against your skin as she added, “Then we’ll order food and eat it in bed.” She raised her eyebrows at you playfully, wagging them suggestively.

“Are you seriously trying to turn me on by mentioning ordering sushi?” you asked, unable to hide your smile.

“Is it working?”

“Almost.”

“Mmm,” she hummed, leaning down to press her lips to your neck. “What if I give you a massage, then we order sushi, and while we wait…” Her kisses grew slower, her breath warm against your skin. “I’ll give you head.”

Your mouth fell open. “Alexia!”

“What?” she asked innocently, her lips brushing your collarbone. “You love getting head, no?”

“Who even taught you to say that?” you said, clicking your tongue disapprovingly.

“TikTok,” Alexia replied proudly, her grin too pleased with herself.

You let out a short laugh. “I still can’t believe Vicky convinced you to get on TikTok.”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, you knew what I meant, so I guess we’re both bad.”

You shook your head, stroking her hair fondly. “You’re not bad—you’re cute. I was just caught off guard.”

Alexia beamed, then kissed your neck again, nuzzling her nose against your skin. “So… back to my plan,” she murmured, her lips brushing the pulse point on your neck as her tongue flicked teasingly. “I’ll give you a massage, we’ll order sushi, and then…” her voice slowed as she pressed another kiss to your neck. “I’ll give you head. Make you feel really, really good.”

-

After a couple more words you agreed. Alexia grabbed her phone and ordered sushi, barely glancing at the menu before hitting confirm. “forty minutes,” she said with a triumphant grin.

You rolled your eyes playfully as you stood up and made your way to the bed. “Plenty of time for that massage you promised, then.”

She followed you, practically bouncing and waited as you stretched out on your stomach, the soft sheets cool against your skin.

‘’At least take the sweatshirt off amor.’’

You shifted, taking the sweater off and laid back down on your stomach, your arms besides your body. Your head sideways, sending her a smile. ‘’mkay, I’m ready,’’ you chuckled.  

Her hands were on you almost immediately, warm and firm, starting at your shoulders.

“Just relax,” she murmured, leaning down to kiss the back of your neck softly. “I’ll take care of you.”

Her thumbs worked into the knots in your shoulders, and you sighed as the tension began to melt away.

Suddenly she sat up, ’’I think you need to take off the clothes, then I can massage you better.’’

You staid quiet, finally relaxed, waiting for her to continue if you just ignored her. When she didn’t you rolled over and looked at her.

Alexia shot you a small smile, ‘’massage oil.’’ She offered innocently.

You rolled your eyes but smiled at her, ‘’okay but let’s put a big towel on the bed then, you just changed the sheets.’’

-

It wasn’t long before Alexia’s hands wandered your skin again, her palms smoothing over your back with a deliberate slowness, her lips following. She pressed kisses to your shoulder blades, then down your spine, her breath warm against your skin.

“This is a massage, not a make-out session,” you teased, voice muffled by the sheets.

“Shhh, it’s both,” she said with a grin, her hands sliding to your sides, fingers brushing your ribs in a way that made you squirm. “Feels good, no?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, but the way her lips lingered just a little too long at the small of your back made you suspicious.

Her hands drifted lower, kneading at your hips, then your thighs, her touch deliberate but clearly suggestive. “You’ve got such a perfect body, querida” she murmured, her voice low as she placed another kiss just above the curve of the waistband of your underwear.

“Alexia…” you said, a warning tone in your voice, but it lacked any real conviction.

“What?” she asked innocently, her hands trailing back up to your shoulders, only to work their way back down, slower this time.

By the time her lips started leaving kisses along the backs of your thighs, you were biting your lip to keep from whining—or moaning. “You know exactly what you are doing,” you muttered, turning your head to glance back at her.

“Making my love feel good,” she replied with a grin, her hands sliding up your sides again, her lips brushing the sensitive skin of your lower back. “I’m just doing what feels right.”

You rolled onto your back, her hands quickly finding your waist as she hovered over you, a smug little smirk on her face. “You’re so annoying,” you said, but your cheeks were flushed, and she noticed.

“Annoying? I think you secretly like it,” she teased, leaning down to kiss your collarbone. “You like it when I take care of you, cariño, don’t you?”

Her lips trailed lower and the heat building between you became impossible to ignore. You let out a breathless laugh, your fingers finding her hair as her kisses moved toward your stomach. “You’re not going to stop until I say it, are you?”

She looked up at you, grinning but completely serious. “Say what?”

You rolled your eyes, cheeks burning as you pulled her closer. “Okay I like it, fuck, I want you.”

Her smirk grew impossibly wider, her eyes lighting up. “Now that,” she said, kissing just below your navel, “is the only thing you needed to tell me.”

Her hands slid lower, and you let your head fall back, your laughter turning into a soft sigh as she kissed her way down, wasting no time making good on her promise.

You lifted your legs when she tugged of your only remaining piece of clothing, your panties.

Alexia’s lips traveled up the inside of your thighs, slow and teasing, leaving a trail of heat in their path.

 Her hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you in place as her kisses grew closer, breath fanning against your skin. She let out a low groan, her nose brushing along your sensitive skin as she murmured, “Dios… I missed this.”

You shivered at her words, your hands tangling in her hair as she kissed closer and closer. “Missed the way you taste,” she said softly, her voice laced with hunger and then her tongue flicked against you, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

Her movements were slow at first as she savored every moment. She groaned again, this time louder, as if the sound itself was pulled from her chest. “You’re my favorite taste,” she muttered between strokes, the reverence in her tone making your head spin.

Your back arched as she found the perfect rhythm, her tongue and lips working to push you closer to the edge. You could feel the pressure building, your breathing ragged as your thighs trembled around her head.

It went on like that for a couple minutes, but just as you felt yourself slipping over the edge, the doorbell rang.

You tensed, eyes flying open as Alexia paused, looking up at you apologetically. “Sorry, baby. One second.” She started to pull away, but your hand tightened in her hair.

“Alexia, don’t you dare stop,” you said breathlessly, glaring down at her.

She gave you an adorably sheepish look, her lips glistening, but she gently pried your hand from her hair. “I’ll be right back,” she said, kissing your inner thigh before grabbing a piece of the towel and wiping her mouth quickly.

You let out a frustrated groan, flopping back onto the bed as she hurried to the door, throwing it open with a too-sweet smile at the delivery driver. “Gracias,” she said briskly, practically snatching the sushi bag before shutting the door and rushing back to the bedroom.

She dropped the bag onto the bedside table and crawled back onto the bed, her grin smug as she settled between your thighs again. “So,” she said, kissing the inside of your knee before moving upward, “now you do want me, huh?”

“Alexia,” you growled, your tone both annoyed and desperate.

She laughed softly, her hands gripping your thighs to pull you closer. “Relax, cariño. I’ll take care of you.”

And with that, her mouth was on you again, picking up right where she left off, her teasing forgotten as she focused on one thing; finishing what she’d started.

She made you come with eagerness that left you breathless, her name tumbling from your lips as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

Afterward, she pressed soft kisses to your thighs and stomach, murmuring sweet words in Spanish before she cleaned you up with gentle care.

-

Minutes later, the two of you were curled up in bed, the glow of satisfaction and warmth surrounding you as you plucked a piece of sushi from the box and held it to Alexia's lips with a grin. “Your turn to be spoiled,” you chuckled.

She laughed softly, taking the bite before grabbing a piece to feed you in return. “I love spoiling you, my love.''

[lwwife]

𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏

Pairing: Alexia Putellas x reader

Words: 1627

Warnings: none

Summary: You sprain your ankle whilst on international duty. Alexia is not impressed. [Request]

The airport buzzed with its usual chaos—luggage wheels rattling on tile floors, announcements echoing through the loudspeakers, and the murmur of conversations blending into an indistinct hum. You shuffled through the crowd awkwardly, your crutches pressing into your underarms as you tried to maneuver your suitcase and backpack without tipping over. The bulky boot on your foot made every step feel clumsy, and the long flight had left you too tired to care much about the spectacle you were making.

Ahead, you spotted Alexia, her bright blonde hair catching the sunlight streaming through the airport windows. She stood with her arms crossed, scanning the crowd with a soft smile on her face. When her brown eyes locked onto you, her expression transformed instantly from excitement to concern. Her brows furrowed, and she began weaving her way through the crowd toward you, her strides long and purposeful.

The moment she reached you, she grabbed the suitcase from your grip, her other hand pulling the backpack off your shoulder. Her lips parted as if to say something, but instead, she studied your crutches and the boot with wide eyes.

You barely had time to open your mouth before she asked, "¿Qué pasó? What is this?" Her voice was sharp with worry, though you could hear her effort to soften it.

You gave her a small shrug, attempting to sound casual. "It's just a sprain. Nothing serious."

Alexia's eyes narrowed, her gaze dropping pointedly to the crutches and then back to your face. Clearly, she wasn't convinced.

"How did it happen?" she asked, her voice steady but insistent.

You opened your mouth to explain, but before you could utter a word, Alexia stepped closer. Without warning, she bent slightly, placed one arm firmly beneath your knees, and the other around your back.

"Wait—Alexia, what are you—" Your protest was cut off by a startled yelp as she hoisted you up effortlessly, throwing you over her shoulder like you weighed nothing.

Your crutches clattered awkwardly against your side, and you struggled to adjust them as you shrieked, "Put me down!"

Alexia ignored you completely, her grip secure as she adjusted her hold on your legs. Her arm wrapped tighter around you to keep you from squirming too much. The scene was drawing attention, and a few travelers stopped to stare. You felt your face burn with embarrassment.

"Alexia!" you hissed. "People are staring! This is ridiculous."

She turned her head slightly, her cheek brushing against the back of your thigh as she replied coolly, "No importa. You are hurt."

You sighed in frustration, your free hand coming to rest against the small of her back for balance. "I'm fine. I don't need to be carried."

Alexia didn't respond, instead making her way toward the parking lot with determined strides. You could feel her muscles shift beneath you as she moved, and while you were still mortified, a part of you couldn't help but admire how effortlessly she managed to carry you, your crutches, and all your bags.

When she reached her car, she placed your backpack and suitcase into the trunk without setting you down. You twisted awkwardly, trying to glare at her over your shoulder, but your position made it impossible.

"Are you done playing the hero yet?" you snapped, your irritation mounting.

Instead of answering, Alexia adjusted her hold and brought you upright, her strong arms wrapping securely around your waist. Your chest pressed against hers as she held you off the ground, her face far too calm for your liking.

"Better?" she asked, her brown eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Hardly," you grumbled, glaring at her.

Alexia smiled faintly, her grip on you unwavering. Without hesitation, she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. The suddenness of it caught you off guard, and for a moment, your annoyance melted away.

When she pulled back, she tilted her head, her expression more serious now. "I worry for you," she said quietly, her English clipped but sincere.

Your glare softened, and you sighed, leaning your forehead against her shoulder. "I know, but I'm okay, Alexia. It's not a big deal."

Her arms tightened slightly, pulling you closer as if to shield you from the world. She buried her face in your hair for a moment before coaxing your head to rest against her shoulder. You relented, your arms lifting to wrap loosely around her neck. Despite your lingering irritation, you'd missed her terribly, and the warmth of her embrace was comforting in a way that made your chest ache.

Alexia didn't let go right away. She stood there, holding you against her like you might slip away if she loosened her grip. Her fingers traced gentle patterns along your back as she finally murmured, "You scare me."

You smiled faintly against her shoulder, your irritation forgotten. "I'm sorry."

She hummed softly, shifting you in her arms as she carried you around to the passenger side of the car. Only then did she set you down gently, her hands lingering at your waist as if to steady you.

"Sit," she instructed firmly, opening the door and helping you into the seat.

You rolled your eyes but complied, adjusting your crutches to rest against the car door. "You know, I can do things on my own."

Alexia smirked faintly as she leaned in, her lips brushing your forehead before she pulled away. "I know. But you let me help."

You didn't have a response for that, so you simply let her close the door and move around to the driver's side. Alexia slipped into her seat and adjusted the mirrors, casting a quick glance in your direction. She didn't say anything, but the faint crease between her brows showed she was still worried.

The drive home was quiet, save for the soft hum of the engine and the occasional flick of the turn signal. You leaned your head back against the seat, watching her hands as they gripped the steering wheel. Her fingers flexed and relaxed, a subtle rhythm that betrayed her thoughts.

When you finally reached the apartment, Alexia parked and immediately got out, circling the car to open your door before you even had a chance to move. You sighed but smiled faintly as she crouched to grab your crutches and held them out to you.

"Thank you," you said softly, carefully stepping out of the car with her help.

Alexia nodded but didn't step back, her hand hovering near your arm as you adjusted your balance. You caught her concerned gaze and gave her a small smile.

"I've got it," you reassured her, leaning slightly on the crutches as you began the short trek to the building.

Alexia didn't argue, but she stayed close, her presence solid and steady beside you. Once you reached the door, she moved ahead to open it, holding it wide as you maneuvered through. The elevator ride up to the apartment was quiet, her arm brushing against yours as she stood close, her brown eyes flicking to your boot occasionally.

Inside the apartment, Alexia gently took the crutches from you and placed them against the wall. Then she turned, scooped you up once more, and carried you to the couch before you could protest.

"Alexia!" you exclaimed, half-laughing, half-annoyed.

She gave you a mischievous smile, that adorable nose-scrunching grin you could never stay mad at. "Sit. Rest."

You sighed dramatically but allowed her to settle you on the couch. She tucked a pillow behind your back and propped your injured foot up on the coffee table, her hands lingering on your knee for a moment before she disappeared into the kitchen.

A few minutes later, she returned with a glass of water and some snacks. She set them on the table within reach and sat down beside you, her hand resting lightly on your thigh.

"Better?" she asked, her gaze soft and expectant.

You nodded, taking a sip of the water. "Yes, thank you."

Alexia's smile returned, and she leaned back, stretching her arm along the back of the couch. Her fingers toyed absently with a strand of your hair as she settled in beside you.

For a while, the two of you sat in companionable silence. The weight of her arm across your shoulders was comforting, her thumb tracing gentle circles against your skin. Despite the ache in your ankle and the exhaustion from the trip, you felt a sense of calm you hadn't realized you'd been missing.

"Alexia," you said after a moment, tilting your head to look at her.

She turned to you, her expression curious.

"Thank you," you said softly, reaching up to touch her cheek. "For taking care of me."

Her smile was small but warm, and she leaned into your touch, pressing a soft kiss to your palm.

"Always," she murmured.

You felt your chest tighten, a rush of affection overwhelming you. Despite your occasional frustrations with each other, Alexia always found ways to show how much she cared. It wasn't always with words—it was in her actions, her touch, and the quiet moments like this.

You leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her lips. It was soft and slow, a silent expression of everything you couldn't put into words. When you pulled back, Alexia's smile had grown, her eyes sparkling with that familiar warmth.

She shifted, tucking you against her side as she rested her chin on top of your head. Her hand found yours, her fingers intertwining with yours in a gentle squeeze.

For the first time since your injury, you felt truly at ease, knowing that with Alexia by your side, everything would be okay.

**

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[lwwife]

this isn’t even getting a title because i can’t be bothered

SMUT 18+ couldn’t tell you what

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The flat still smells faintly of the curry Leah insisted on cooking last night, even though you’d both agreed that her culinary experiments were best avoided. There’s a tension in the air tonight, not from any argument or unresolved issue, but from something unspoken, something that’s been simmering between you all day. It started in the kitchen this morning when Leah came up behind you, her hands sliding around your waist, her lips pressing into the curve of your neck in a way that was soft but insistent.

You didn’t have time then, and you told her as much, though you’d felt her smirk against your skin when you swatted her hand away. She thrives on moments like that, moments where she can push and tease and test the limits of your patience. By the time dinner came around, you could feel her watching you from across the table, her eyes sharp, her posture lazy but calculated. Leah Williamson doesn’t ask for what she wants; she demands it, and it’s that unspoken challenge in her that drives you to meet her with equal force.

Now, hours later, the atmosphere is thick. The curtains are half-drawn, the streetlight outside casting a dull orange glow against the wall. Leah is already on her knees, her palms pressed into the scratchy carpet as she glances back at you. Her hair is tied loosely at the nape of her neck, but strands have fallen free, sticking to her sweat-slicked temple. She looks wild like this—untamed, unguarded—and it hits you in a way that feels almost primal.

Her knees are already red from the friction, and you can tell she’s been shifting her weight, the faint tremor in her thighs betraying her impatience. You’ve made her wait longer than usual tonight, deliberately dragging out the anticipation because you know how much it riles her. She thrives on the tension, on the way you can take her to the edge of her restraint before pushing her over completely.

“You’re going to take forever, aren’t you?” she says, her voice sharp but breathless. There’s a bite to her tone, but it’s undercut by the way she arches her back, tilting her hips toward you in an unspoken plea.

“Maybe,” you reply, your voice low, clipped. You step forward, adjusting the harness against your hips with practiced precision. The weight of it is familiar now, grounding, and you tighten the straps until they dig into your skin.

Leah exhales sharply when your hands find her hips, your fingers gripping hard enough to make her flinch. You pull her back against you, her body shifting easily under your touch, and she lets out a low, impatient sound that makes you smirk.

“You’ve been waiting for this all day,” you murmur, your breath hot against her ear as you lean over her.

“Don’t make me beg,” she snaps, though the tremor in her voice betrays her.

You chuckle darkly, pulling back just enough to take in the sight of her—her flushed cheeks, the way her shoulders tense with every sharp breath. “I don’t think you could beg even if you tried,” you say, your tone mocking, challenging.

Her head turns slightly, her blue eyes meeting yours in a look that’s equal parts defiance and surrender. “Try me,” she says, her voice low, daring.

It’s all the invitation you need.

When you push into her, there’s no hesitation, no slow build. You drive forward with a force that makes her cry out, her body jerking against the pressure. Her hands scramble for purchase against the floor, her fingers curling into the carpet as she tries to hold herself steady.

The pace you set is merciless, your hips slamming against hers in a rhythm that’s brutal and unrelenting. Each thrust sends her forward, her knees dragging against the carpet until the skin there is raw, but she doesn’t complain. If anything, the sharp hiss of pain she lets out only spurs you on.

“Is this what you wanted?” you growl, your voice rough, breathless.

“Yes,” she gasps, her head dropping low, her forehead nearly touching the floor.

You grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back sharply until her back arches. Her breathing is ragged now, broken gasps that punctuate the sound of your bodies colliding.

“Look at you,” you murmur, your tone laced with mockery. “Completely at my mercy”

Leah lets out a sharp, fractured laugh that turns into a moan. “Fuck off,” she manages, though there’s no real venom in her voice.

You tug her hair harder, forcing her to meet your gaze. “What was that?”

“Don’t stop,” she says, her voice cracking. “Just—don’t stop.”

Her knees are slipping now, her thighs trembling with the effort to hold herself up. You release her hair, shoving her back down until her cheek presses against the carpet. Your hands find her hips again, your nails digging into her skin as you drive into her harder, faster.

Leah cries out, her body bowing under the force of your movements. The tension in her muscles snaps, and she collapses forward, her weight sinking into the floor. You don’t stop immediately, drawing out the moment until she’s gasping, her breaths shallow and uneven.

Finally, you slow, easing back as you catch your breath. The room feels impossibly small now, the air heavy and suffocating, but you don’t move.

Leah doesn’t move either, her body limp, her cheek pressed against the carpet. Sweat drips from her temple, pooling on the floor beneath her, and her knees are a mess of raw, angry red.

Eventually, she shifts, turning onto her side with a groan. Her face is flushed, her hair sticking to her damp skin, and her blue eyes flicker open to meet yours.

“You’re a menace,” she mutters, her voice hoarse.

You smirk, leaning back against the bed frame as you survey the aftermath. “And you love it”

She laughs softly, the sound low and breathless, and doesn’t bother to argue.

[lwwife]

Magic Touch

warnings - MNDI 18+ suggestive

words - 1434

“Again?” you huff for the third time, as you lay face down on the floor as play continued around you. You had been purposely tripped up, multiple times. You could hear your teammates around calling for play to stop, however considering this ref had a personal vendetta against you, you know it’s no use so you’re quick to get back up and brush yourself off even when the opposition player had now committed several clear fouls against you. 

You continued to play, actively avoiding the player who had given you a hard time for the past 60 minutes of play. Every minute that ticked on made your anger build. 

A corner was awarded in Barca’s favour allowing Alexia a few moments to catch up with you, she knew you inside and out which meant she knew exactly how you felt in the moment.

“Dios mios, she better not touch you again, estás bien?” She asked, taking hold of your shoulders and inspecting you thoroughly. You nodded in response, not wanting to verbalise how angry the situation had made you, knowing if you started complaining about the obvious mistreatment then you probably wouldn’t stop. 

“I’ll make sure this ref doesn’t step foot onto a pitch ever again” She added, her obvious over-protective side taking over, the anger was evident on her face.

You shook your head, “No Ale, it’s okay, she’s doing her job” You sighed, moving yourself into position for the corner, trying your best to ignore the anger that was coursing through your body. 

Luckily you were positioned well allowing the ball to come off your head, straight to the feet of Pina who was able to angle the ball through the crowd of defenders and right into the back of the net. The goal had given you a chance to breathe, Barca was already 3-0 but being able to earn an assist allowed a moment of relief where you felt as if you had done something right during your time on the pitch. 

You celebrated with your team, everyone bounding into a group hug that nearly knocked both you and Pina off your feet. You were congratulated with a round of pats on the top of your head before Ale found you. 

“Even when you’re being fucked, you’re still a superstar” She whispered, as she held your face with both hands and beamed down towards you. Even if the duration of the game had left you frustrated, angry and straight up pissed off, Ale always found a way to make you feel seen and valued. “Mi superestrella”, she added, placing a kiss on your forehead before running back to her position to restart play. 

Running off the temporary euphoria from your assist you felt as if you were finally able to show what you were capable of, yet it wasn’t long until you were back on the floor.

This time the player had committed a clear foul that was very much in need of a yellow card, you were both floored and she was rolling with her knee in her hands. You laid on the floor with your hands gripping at your head as the pain grew every time you breathed. 

“Are you okay?” Ingrid said, kneeling down at your side. There was a gash across your cheekbone that had begun to trickle with blood. All you could do was nod as the sting overtook your senses. 

Out of the side of your eyes you watched as the ref held up a yellow card and pointed it towards you. Alexia had been truly aggravated, as the captain, her previous calls for the player to be fouled should’ve been paid attention to, yet the ref completely disregarded her words. You heard Alexia arguing with the ref and the player that had floored you, she continuously insisted that the ref had allowed multiple fouls against you and that a yellow card was beyond ridiculous. The argument had preoccupied the ref so much that she didn’t bother to call over the medics waiting on the side.

You steadied yourself enough to get up, much to the protest of your teammates around you. Even though the world was slightly spinning, you needed to stand up for yourself. The attention was quickly turned on you as Alexia’s eyes flashed with worry. The throbbing pain throughout your face didn’t stop you from arguing with the official in front of you. A few curse words later, another yellow card was swung up into your direction, quickly followed by a red card. You had never meant to take it that far, but the anger you felt was quick to release and the cut across your face only fuelled that, you were treated unfairly and you wanted to make that clear. 

Your eyes pricked with tears as you marched yourself off the pitch, clutching your cheek as you went straight down the tunnel, unaware of the scene that was still unfolding behind you. Multiple of your teammates continued arguing with the ref, to the point where Alexia was pulled away by Irene and Patri was also given a yellow card. 

The game continued and as soon as full time hit, Alexia raced down the tunnel to find you, she had no intention of stopping for any reason. You were sat on the bench in the locker room with your head in your hands, tears stained down your face, your breath heavy and fast and a gauze covering the cut. 

“Amor, are you okay?” Alexia asked, kneeling down in-front of you, her hands resting on top of yours. 

“I’m sorry ale, I’m so bad at this and I know you’re so disappointed, I can’t believe I got that red card, it was stupid and reckless and I shouldn’t have started swearing, fuck, I know i’ll be back on the bench again and I’ll get dropped from the England squad. I can’t believe i’ve fucked up this bad” The words split out of your mouth as your rambling started and refused to end, your anxiety was through the roof as your mind was running at a 100 miles per hour and you couldn’t figure out how to slow it down. “I’m so sorry, I am so so fucking sorry ale” You added, tears now spilling out of your eyes again.

“Carino, listen to me, i’m not disappointed in you at all, you did nothing wrong” She tilted your head up so your eyes would meet. “Nothing like that will happen, it’s one or two games that you’ll miss and then you’ll be back like nothing ever happened” She continued to reassure you as your breathing slowed down and the tears stopped flowing from your eyes. 

“I feel so shit” You sighed, your breathing returning to normal. The whole situation had made you numb.

Alexia took a second to think before a slight smirk appeared on her face, “Let me make you feel better”.

“Babe, I don’t know” You sighed. 

“You know I can make you feel so…” She ran her hands up the outside of your thighs painfully slow, “so much better”. 

You contemplated it, you knew ale had a magic touch, and it certainly did make you feel better. 

“Let me show you how good I can make you feel, I can make you forget about all of this” Her hands sat on the tops of your thighs as her fingers traced patterns over your skin. “You can show me just how good you are for me, can’t you?” She questioned, one hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. 

You couldn’t help but nod in response, the effect she had on you was massive and that was all you needed to hear to make you weak at the knees and you’d most likely end up on your knees too. 

“Let’s go home?” She suggested, rising to her feet and holding her hand out for you to take. 

“What about your post-match stuff?” You asked, your face scrunched up, hesitant to take her hand in case you were about to take her away from something important that she was actually required to do. 

“Nothing is more important to me right now than making you feel better” She smirked, “And i’m sure they’d all understand”.

You took her hand, rising to your feet and swinging your bag over your arm as she led you out of the stadium and straight to her car. You had a very overprotective alexia on your hands and one that was determined to make you forget about the mess that occurred on the pitch.

[lwwife]

𝑳𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

Pairing: Alexia Putellas x reader

Words: 1219

Warnings: none

Summary: It’s late, and Alexia decides it was the perfect time to ask you a bunch of questions. [Request]

The bedroom was dark, the curtains drawn, and the only sound was the soft hum of the fan in the corner. You were lying on your side, one arm tucked under your pillow and the other draped over Alexia's shoulder. She was nestled against your chest, her legs tangled with yours, and her breath warm against your collarbone. Your leg rested possessively over her hips, keeping her close, her body fitting against yours as though the two of you were made to slot together.

Her fingers idly played with the hem of your shirt at your back, tracing little patterns that were lulling you into a blissful haze of sleep. You were just on the brink, that sweet spot between wakefulness and unconsciousness, when her voice broke through the silence.

"Do you love me?"

At first, you thought you'd imagined it. Her words were soft, barely a whisper, and muffled by where her face was pressed against your chest. You made a sleepy sound of confusion, your brain slow to catch up.

Then she repeated it, this time a little louder. "Do you love me?"

Your eyes snapped open, blinking into the darkness. You couldn't see her face—her head was tucked too snugly against you—but you could feel the weight of her question. There was no playful lilt to her voice, no teasing smile pressing against your skin. It was an honest question, and she wanted an answer.

You tightened your arm around her, your fingers brushing through the soft strands of her hair. "Of course I love you," you murmured, your voice husky with sleep.

She didn't respond right away, but you felt the slight tension in her body ease, her grip on your waist relaxing. You thought that would be the end of it, and you let your eyes slip shut again, ready to sink back into sleep.

But then, her voice broke the quiet once more. "What are your favorite things about me?"

You groaned softly, burying your face in the pillow for a moment. "Baby, it's late," you mumbled, your words half-slurred.

You felt her huff against your chest, her lips pushing into a pout that you could feel through your shirt. She shifted slightly, her fingers pausing their movements against your back. "Please," she said softly, her accent making the word sound even sweeter.

With a sigh, you opened your eyes again, blinking at the ceiling. "Fine," you relented, your voice laced with faux irritation. "Where do I even start?”

She hummed in satisfaction, settling deeper into your embrace as she waited for your answer.

"Okay," you began, your thumb brushing absentmindedly over the back of her neck. "I love the way you smile. That little crinkle at the corner of your eyes when you're really happy? It's adorable.”

You felt her lips twitch against your chest, and you knew she was smiling now.

"I love how determined you are," you continued. "When you set your mind to something, nothing can stop you. It's inspiring."

Her fingers started moving again, tracing patterns on your back as she listened.

"I love how much you care about people," you said softly. "Your family, your friends, your teammates—you'd do anything for them. For me."

There was a pause, and then her voice came, quiet and a little bashful. "More."

You chuckled, shaking your head slightly. "I love how you always try so hard, even when your English trips you up. It's the cutest thing in the world."

She made a sound that was half a laugh, half a protest, and you grinned.

"And I love how competitive you are," you added, your voice teasing now. "Even if it means you won't let me win at Mario Kart."

She swatted lightly at your side, but you could feel her laughing against you.

"And," you finished, your voice softening again, "I love how you make me feel. Like I'm the most important person in the world."

There was a moment of silence, the weight of your words hanging between you. Then she shifted, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice quiet but sincere.

You hummed in response, your eyes slipping shut again as you grazed your thumb over her neck. You thought that would be the end of it.

But then her voice came again, pulling you back from the edge of sleep. "Do you remember when we first met?"

You groaned softly, resisting the urge to throttle her with affection. "Ale," you muttered, your voice muffled by the pillow.

"Tell me," she insisted, her tone bordering on pleading. "Please."

With a deep sigh, you gave in, your voice laced with mock exasperation. "Fine. But after this, we're going to sleep."

She hummed in agreement, though you had a feeling she wouldn't stick to it.

"It was at an open training session," you began, your voice taking on a softer tone as you recalled the memory. "I wasn't even supposed to be there, but one of my friends dragged me along. Said it'd be fun."

You felt her nod against your chest, her fingers resuming their gentle movements on your back.

"I remember seeing you on the pitch," you continued. "You were so focused, so confident. I couldn't take my eyes off you."

She shifted slightly, as though trying to hide her reaction, but you could feel the warmth of her blush against your skin.

"After the session, I mustered up the courage to talk to you," you said, a small smile tugging at your lips. "I didn't think you'd even notice me, let alone be interested."

"I was," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I know that now," you teased, your tone light. "But back then, I was nervous. I think I rambled about something ridiculous, but you just smiled at me like I wasn't making a complete fool of myself."

"You were sweet," she said softly.

"And you were shy," you countered, a hint of amusement in your voice. "You barely said a word, but somehow, I knew I wanted to see you again."

You felt her arms tighten around your waist, her hold on you becoming a little firmer.

"And now, here we are," you finished, your voice trailing off as you pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

She was quiet for a moment, and you thought maybe she'd finally settled. But then she shifted, her lips parting as though to speak again.

Before she could, you cupped the back of her head, gently but firmly pressing her face against your chest. "I love you, Ale," you said, your voice fond but firm. "But it's late. Time for bed."

She grumbled softly, her breath warm against your skin. You could practically feel her pouting, and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"You can ask me more questions tomorrow," you promised, your fingers threading through her hair.

She sighed, her body relaxing against yours as she finally conceded. "Okay," she murmured, her voice tinged with sleep.

You smiled, holding her close as you let your eyes slip shut once more. You knew she'd be full of questions in the morning, but for now, you were content to drift off with her in your arms, her soft breath lulling you into a peaceful sleep.

**

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[lwwife]

https://www.tumblr.com/lwwife/767265419405017088/have-u-seen-leah-and-elles-comments-on-elles

DAMN!! They’re getting comfortable!!

i know i was SHOCKED when i saw it

[lwwife]

have u seen leah and elle’s comments on elle’s most recent post 🥹🥹

no! but i’m going to go look now😁

[lwwife]

Holy (Alexia Putellas x reader)

Summary: You’d do anything for Alexia, that’s why you’re her good girl.

Warnings: 🔞 | praise kink, anal sex, bottom!reader

Word count: 3.3k

“Shh, it’s fine. You’ll take it.” A pause, and then a question. “Isn’t that right?”

Alexia’s voice is soft, the hand that strokes up and down your side even softer, but it doesn’t distract you from the blunt head of the dildo harnessed to her hips that’s currently nudging against your asshole. She doesn’t push in yet, maybe sensing your anxiety, but the silicone pressed against the tight ring of muscle is a gentle reminder of what’s to come.

Realising that Alexia is still waiting for your answer, you gently breathe out and say, “Yes.”

“Yes?” Alexia echoes. “Of course you’ll take it. You’re always such a good girl for me.”

She’s already given you a teaser of what it’s going to feel like, already stretched you open with three of her fingers, but you don’t think anything could have prepared you for the sensation as she starts to push forward with her hips. It’s not so much the feeling itself, but the thought of what she’s doing, the realisation that Alexia is taking your ass. That, and the look of wonder on Alexia’s face as she watches where she ever so slowly enters you.

You’ve never considered yourself to be particularly religious, but the whole experience feels some kind of holy.

“Ale,” you whimper.

She responds by hushing you again, then draws another noise from your throat as she starts rocking her hips slowly back and forth, even with just the head of her cock inside you.

“I’ve got you.” Alexia’s voice is low and calm. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

With each gentle thrust, she sheathes herself deeper within you. You already feel so much fuller than you did with her fingers, yet it’s somehow still not enough. You want her to fill you, to fuck you, to take your ass in the same way she would normally use your cunt.

“Alexia.” You repeat her name, trying to urge her deeper. “Please.”

Your hand reaches down and grapples at her hip, your fingers eventually wrapping around the hanging end of one of the harness straps, trying to urge her closer.

Her hips stilling, she swats at your hand, a little crease forming between her eyebrows as she shakes her head.

“Enough of that,” she warns you. “I can only make you feel good if you behave.”

You drop your hand obediently, instead trying to use only your eyes to implore Alexia to just move.

“Good girl,” she praises you, causing your pussy to clench around nothing, which only emphasises the stretch of her cock in your ass. “You don’t need to do anything except lie there and look pretty. I’m going to take such good care of you. My perfect little whore.”

The way that Alexia says the word is reverent, like it’s a term of endearment. You’d be willing to do pretty much anything to have her call you a whore again and maybe that’s her entire plan, because she takes the opportunity to slide the rest of the way in until the entire length of her cock is nestled inside you, fuller than you’ve ever felt before.

“How does that feel, cariño? How do I feel inside you?”

“Good.” Your answer is brief, unable to string together much more than single words. “Full. Fuck. Ale, so full.”

She looks down at you with a hint of pride on her face, her hands stroking up and down your thighs where they’re hooked around her waist.

“Good. I’m going to start fucking you now.”

Alexia does this sometimes, she narrates everything that’s happening while she fucks you like she’s a casual spectator, not the one actually doing it all to you. And it drives you wild, hearing her voice so cool and level while you feel like you’re losing your goddamn mind with her buried to the hilt inside you.

She repositions slightly, pulling you right to the edge of the mattress so that she’s standing at the foot of the bed with your legs wrapped around her. You let out a cry as the toy shifts inside you and she soothes you with another hush.

“I’ve got you,” she says, even as she withdraws nearly all the way, before pushing back in almost as slowly.

Being fucked by Alexia is always the best kind of torture. She likes to tease and tonight has been no exception. She ate you out for what felt like an eternity before going anywhere near your asshole, working you up with her tongue on your clit until you were nearly trembling, only pulling away when you were right on the brink of orgasm.

That’s when she turned her attention to your ass. You’ve talked about it for a while but the first touch of her tongue against your rim, the stretch of her lubed-up finger breaching your asshole for the first time, is something that no amount of talking could’ve prepared you for. She worked you open slowly, adding a second finger and then a third only when she was absolutely sure you were ready for it, when you were pretty much begging for her to fill you up.

Even now, with the strap, she doesn’t rush. She’s not hesitant, but it’s slow and measured. She’s in absolute control and you can only lie there and take as much as she’s willing to give you.

“Ale,” you whine.

Without breaking the steady push of her hips, Alexia’s gaze meets yours.

“What? You want more?” She reads your mind but you don’t dare nod in response. “Am I not fucking you well enough?”

She punctuates her words by somehow pushing deeper, but still just as slow. You can feel every inch of silicone stretching you open as she slides in and out.

It’s the same as when she fucks your cunt, the same pleasurable stretch, the same feeling of having Alexia surrounding you and filling you up, yet it’s completely different too. The pleasure is more of an ache, bristling under the surface and only serving to remind you how empty your pussy is, how close you were earlier when Alexia’s mouth was on you. Each thrust into your ass feels like it’s turning you inside out.

You love it and hate it at the same time. Love the way it feels to have Alexia filling your ass. Hate the fact that she’s giving you so much and it’s somehow still not enough.

“Please, Ale. Need to come.”

Alexia’s hips still and she gives you a stern look that almost has you immediately cowering away and apologising for being so needy.

“Patience, cariño. You’ll come when I want you to come.”

You have no control over the whine that escapes from your throat.

“What’s the matter, bebé? You trust me, right?”

You take a couple of deep breaths. Alexia’s large hands are on your thighs, fingers splayed out against the soft skin and tracing tiny paths back and forth that certainly aren’t helping to temper your need for release. But you do trust her. As torturous as each second that she denies you is, if Alexia says that she’ll make you come, then you know it’ll happen.

Patience. It’s never been one of your greatest virtues. Especially not when Alexia is involved. Especially not when you’ve been wanting her to take your ass like this for what feels like forever.

Another deep exhale, then you answer, “Yeah.”

Alexia’s eyes soften, her fingers tighten appreciatively against the thighs that are still wrapped around her hips.

“So you know I’m going to take good care of you, don’t you?”

You nod, unable to tear your eyes away from her face.

“You’ll come for me, I promise. Just let me have my way with you first. Okay?”

Her voice soothes you, the lyrical way that her accent curls around each word. There’s comfort in having her so close and you manage to relax, even with her cock buried to the hilt in your ass.

Alexia must feel it, for she smiles and softly murmurs, “Good girl.”

She starts moving again, with more of a rhythm now. Still so full, still aching for something in your cunt or on your clit, but the feeling Alexia fucking you properly sends more endorphins to your brain with each slap of her hips against your thighs.

When she takes you like this, you’re reminded of everything you love about Alexia. The physical stuff - how strong she is, how powerful, how majestic she looks with lean muscle and sun kissed skin towering over you. But also how well she takes care of you, the reassuring softness of her hands on your thighs and the look of wonder on her face as she watches where her cock splits you open. How she knows your body well enough to give you exactly how much you can take and not a fraction more.

Alexia’s hands slide around your thighs, pushing your legs up away from their resting place around her hips. You reach down to help her, a hand behind the crease of each knee pulling your legs up towards your head, spreading yourself wide enough that she can see everything.

There’s nowhere for you to hide.

“If only you could see what I can see. Your pretty little asshole stretched open for my cock. Taking it so well.”

Her words of praise make you even wetter, if that were somehow possible. Or maybe it’s just the new position, spread out like this, that makes you feel like you’re dripping down to where her cock enters you.

Still fucking into you, Alexia doesn’t even seem to be breaking into a sweat. Like this is all so routine for her.

Like she isn’t taking your ass for the first time.

You’d maybe think she was completely unaffected by it all, if it wasn’t for the look on her face. Transfixed by the sight of you spread open, wet, and taking her so readily, you’ve never seen such hunger in her eyes, like she’s ready to devour you completely.

“You were just made for my cock, weren’t you?” She asks, her voice husky with arousal. “All your holes, just begging for me to fill them.”

One of her hands moves between your legs, brushing across your sensitive clit and collecting your arousal on her fingertips, before dipping lower to tease at your entrance.

Alexia’s voice seems to drop impossibly lower as her gaze flits up to your face and she says, “I bet you want something in here too.”

There’s a hint of a smirk on her pretty lips, coupled with a knowing look in her eyes. You hardly need to beg for her to know the truth.

But you’ll do it anyway.

“Ale,” you gasp, as her fingers toy with you, teasing, probing, but never dipping inside. “Please.”

“Of course you do. Such a perfect slut.”

Her fingers tease you, the same way she toyed with your ass earlier while prepping you for the same cock that she still rhythmically thrusts into you. Giving you just a hint of what you want, but not enough to satisfy you.

“Ale.”

“Go on,” she says, the curl of her lips taunting you. “Tell me what you want.”

Alexia already knows what you want, proving it by pushing two of her fingers into you just as far as the first knuckle, but she withdraws them just as quickly to rub tiny circles around your clit instead.

“Your fingers.”

The fingers in question slide torturously slowly down from your clit, stopping at your entrance just as Alexia asks, “Where?”

She’s such a fucking tease. You’d perhaps call her out on it, if you weren’t helplessly impaled on her cock. If you weren’t reliant on her for the orgasm that your body feels like it’s needed for hours.

So instead you manage to helplessly whine, “My pussy.”

Without breaking the steady rock of her hips, she starts to push her slippery fingers into your cunt. The stretch as she coaxes two of her fingers inside you steals your breath away. You’ve taken them countless times before, but never like this. Never with her cock already filling your ass.

“Ale…”

Her name passes your lips like a warning. A warning against what, you’re not exactly sure. Maybe that you’re never going to be the same after this. Or that she might have to fuck you like this every time for you to be fully satisfied.

Or that you’re going to come really fast now that Alexia is fucking both of your holes.

Each thrust of the strap into your ass is shattering your existence into thousands of tiny pieces, each press of her fingers into your cunt is reassembling those splinters into a different version of yourself.

“Ale.”

She ignores you, though you could swear that the snap of her hips against your ass speeds up just a fraction after you breathe her name like a prayer.

When she presses her thumb against your clit each time she curls her fingers inside you, you know that you’re a goner.

“Alexia, I’m going to come.”

“No,” comes Alexia’s immediate reply. “You’re going to wait.”

“I can’t.”

Her free hand comes up to your jaw, with her thumb on one side and her fingers splayed across the opposite cheek. Her grip is gentle, yet firm enough to lift your chin up, forcing your gaze to meet hers.

“You can.” Alexia tells you, before she throws it back to you with a question. “Can’t you?”

Maybe you’re drunk on the pleasure of her stretching you open in two places, maybe it’s just the intensity of her eye contact that is compelling you to agree with her. But Alexia has given you absolutely no reason to not trust her tonight.

As much as you can with her fingers gripping your jaw, you nod.

“Good girl.”

Until now, Alexia has been so careful with you. Despite the supposed vulgarity of where she’s fucking you, it’s never been about taking something from you, instead what she can give you.

Only now does she start to be a little more selfish.

She leans over you, one hand still wrapped loosely around your throat like a necklace and the other curling two fingers into your cunt. Her hips pick up the pace, finally taking her own pleasure.

Alexia fucks you hard, hips snapping against your ass, but you can take it. You want it, you want her, and there’s just a split second where you appreciate how skilfully she’s primed you to be able to take her like this, before it overwhelms you.

Alexia is everywhere all at once. The pleasure almost smothers you, or maybe it is Alexia’s hand around your throat cutting off your air supply. All you know is that suddenly you’re holding your breath as you try not to come before she allows it. Every muscle in your body is tightly coiled, ready to snap at any moment. Your thighs shake from the exertion of holding it all back.

“Alexia.” You manage to choke out her name in another warning.

“Yes,” Alexia hisses, even as she continues to fuck you. “Dios mio, you’re so good for me. Giving me all your precious holes to fuck. Letting me own you.”

“Ale … can’t …”

“My perfect girl.”

Her thumb on your clit already had you teetering on the precipice. But it’s her praise that pushes you headfirst into your orgasm.

The pleasure of it wrecks you. You’re spinning through space and time, no idea which way is up and which is down. As your back arches and your body shakes, all you’re really aware of is Alexia, her hands on your neck and inside you cunt, her cock still filling your ass. And she’s the only thing that matters, that and the way she makes you feel.

As the pleasure bleeds away into pure affection, you realise that Alexia is still rutting into you. You feel the stretch more than ever, especially as the aftershocks have you still clenching around the toy, and you open your mouth to ask her to slow down, when you realise that she’s close too.

The signs are unmissable. The little crease between her eyebrows, the glaze in her eyes, the tiny grunts she lets out with each thrust.

“Yes, baby,” you encourage her. Her fingers slip out of your cunt and she leans further over you, single-minded as she fucks you with one goal in mind. “Come for me. Come in my ass.”

As well as she knows your body, you know hers too, and you know exactly what to say to tip her over the edge into her orgasm. Sure enough, just a couple of thrusts later, her hips are stuttering inside you as the climax hits her.

You wrap yourself around Alexia, hands flat against the back of her shoulders and legs hooked around the small of her back, holding her as close as possible while she shudders through her orgasm. Alexia responds by pressing herself into you, swathes of hot skin against yours and her face nuzzling into your neck as the last few aftershocks tremble until she falls still in your arms.

For long moments, the only movement is the steady rise and fall as you both catch your breath. Your breathing syncs up with Alexia’s, until you’re both relaxed and heavy-limbed.

“Wow,” Alexia exhales, when she finally pushes herself up onto one arm so that she can look down at you with a warm smile, her eyes glowing with affection. Her free hand sweeps away some of the hair that is plastered to the sheen of sweat on your forehead. “You are just incredible.”

You feel your cheeks heat up, because in the wake of your orgasm, being praised by her is somehow more reason to feel shy than the fact she’s just taken your ass.

The thought makes you clench around the toy that’s still inside you, except that the sensation is much less comfortable than it was when you were brimming with pleasure and desperate to get off.

Alexia must see the wince that you try to conceal, because she presses her lips against yours, then murmurs, “I need to pull out. I’ll be gentle.”

She eases the toy out slowly, perhaps with even more care than she took to fill you. Part of you wishes that she’d pull out in one swift movement, like ripping off a band-aid, but soon you feel the toy slip free and finally, finally you can relax.

Alexia makes quick work of the harness, expertly unstrapping herself and tossing the toy to the floor beside the bed with a thud, before she settles on her back and pulls you into her side, her strong arms wrapping you in their cocooning warmth.

You settle against her, your head resting on her shoulder and your leg hooked across her hips, wondering when you became so lucky to get to call yourself hers.

Alexia, clearly, has other thoughts on her mind.

Her lips press against your temple, then she murmurs amusedly against your skin, “We’ll try a bigger one next time, no?”

You’re perfectly content like this, perfectly in love with this incredible woman, and you’d probably let her take you in any which way she wants to.

Right now, however, you’re too sated and exhausted to think of anything except sleep.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Ale,” you mumble sleepily into her shoulder.

You feel her lips curl up in a smile where they’re pressed against your forehead as her arms squeeze you closer.

“Amor, that’s not a no…”

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𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕

Pairing: Alexia Putellas x reader

Words: 2700

Warnings: just general sickness

Summary: You force Alexia to get her flu shot. As a result of that, she gets sick, and she blames you. [requested]

You'd been nagging Alexia about the flu shot for days. It was flu season, and with her being a professional footballer—captain of her team, no less—she couldn't afford to get sick. But Alexia was stubborn, insisting she was too busy, that she didn't need it, that she didn't have time. It was every excuse in the book, her stubborn side flaring up in a way that you both found infuriating and adorable.

"I don't need the shot," she had told you one night, leaning back on the couch with an exasperated sigh. Her Spanish accent thickened whenever she was annoyed, and you had to admit, it made it all the harder to stay mad at her. "I am strong. The flu is nothing to me."

"Is that so?" you'd said, raising an eyebrow. "No kisses until you get it, then."

She stared at you, looking horrified. "What? No... cariño, don't joke." But when you'd crossed your arms and raised your eyebrow higher, she'd narrowed her eyes, muttering something colorful in Spanish.

"It's flu season, Alexia," you'd reminded her, with a tone that was half gentle, half scolding. "Just get the shot. It'll take five minutes."

"No kisses?" she asked, her voice small and wounded, and you could practically see her resolve crumbling. With a sigh of defeat, she muttered, "Fine. Fine, I will get the shot."

And so, the next day, she went to get the shot after training. When she came home, she immediately let you know she'd done it, even holding up her arm with a tiny plaster on it as proof, looking both proud and aggrieved. You'd rewarded her with a kiss on the cheek, which had softened her grumbling... for a little while, at least.

But then, a few days later, it all went south.

You woke up to the sound of sneezing—a loud, dramatic sound coming from your left. Turning over, you found Alexia curled up in bed, her face flushed, her eyes watery, and her nose red. She looked at you with a pout that could only mean trouble.

"I am sick," she said, her voice hoarse, thick with her accent and stuffed up nose.

"Oh no," you murmured, brushing a hand over her forehead. "Alexia, you're burning up."

She batted your hand away with a weak swat, looking thoroughly offended. "This is your fault."

"Excuse me?"

"You... you made me get that shot," she said, sniffling as she rubbed her nose. "I was fine. And now I am not fine."

You couldn't help but stifle a smile, despite her glare. "You know the flu shot doesn't actually give you the flu, right? It's supposed to keep you from getting it worse."

"Does not matter. I was fine before," she muttered, rolling over to bury her face in the pillow with a sniffly huff.

"Alright, alright, come on," you said gently, tugging at the blanket. "Let's get you out of bed and freshened up a bit. You'll feel better, I promise."

She just groaned, pulling the blanket tighter around her. "I don't want to feel better. I want to be left here... to die in peace."

You laughed softly, slipping a hand under her blanket to give her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Well, unfortunately, you've got me to help you feel better. So, let's go brush your teeth, hm?"

Her response was an unintelligible groan, and you had to practically drag her out of bed, guiding her to the bathroom as she shuffled along like a reluctant child.

Once you got her to the sink, she planted her feet, crossing her arms in a pout. "I don't want to brush," she mumbled, her voice small and congested.

"Alexia," you sighed, picking up her toothbrush. "Just open up, it'll only take a minute."

But she shook her head stubbornly, eyes narrowing at you in defiance. "No quiero. I don't want."

With a little smirk, you stepped closer, pressing her back against the counter as you gently took her hands, holding them in one of yours to keep her from pushing you away. "Be good for me, hm?"

She squirmed in your grip, cheeks flushing. "You... you're being a bully," she muttered, her eyes widening as she realized she was completely trapped.

"Oh, am I?" you murmured, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before holding the toothbrush up to her mouth. "Open up, love."

With a long-suffering sigh, she finally parted her lips, letting you brush her teeth, though she continued to glare at you the whole time, like this was the greatest injustice she'd ever suffered. You finished quickly, wiping her mouth gently with a towel before releasing her hands.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" you teased, giving her a soft smile.

She huffed, crossing her arms as she leaned against the counter. "You're lucky you're cute."

You chuckled, attempting to guide her through to the kitchen, buts she stubbornly resisted, insisting she wasn't hungry. "I'm not eating," she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest like a petulant child. "Not hungry."

"Alexia, you need to eat something before you can take medicine."

"I don't care," she muttered, turning her head away. But her defiance was cut short by a sudden sneeze, and you sighed, pulling a tissue from the bedside table and gently wiping her nose.

"See? You're miserable, and you'll only feel better if you take care of yourself." You smoothed her hair back gently. "Let me make you something light, just a little fruit and yogurt."

She grumbled under her breath, muttering what you were sure were more Spanish curses, but she didn't stop you as you headed to the kitchen yourself, deciding it would be best to just leave her in bed. When you returned with a small bowl of yogurt and fruit, she was curled up under the blanket, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

"Come on, just a few bites," you coaxed, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding out a spoonful.

With a dramatic sigh, she opened her mouth, taking a tiny bite and chewing slowly, her expression making it clear that she was doing this entirely against her will. "Happy now?"

"Very," you replied, feeding her another spoonful.

After she'd eaten enough to satisfy you, it was finally time for the cold medicine. You held up the small bottle, and she looked at it like it was poison.

"No," she said, shaking her head with absolute certainty. "I'm not taking it."

"Alexia," you warned, your tone gentle but firm. "It'll help you feel better."

She crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing. "I don't need it."

You let out a little sigh, knowing you'd need to take a different approach. With a determined smile, you climbed onto the bed, straddling her lap and pinning her arms to her sides with your legs.

Her eyes widened. "What... what are you doing?" she stammered, clearly caught off guard.

"Ensuring cooperation," you replied, holding up the medicine with a teasing smile. "Now, you can either take it willingly, or I'll have to make you.”

She squirmed beneath you, cheeks flushing as she glared up at you. "You are... you are a tyrant," she muttered, though the hint of a smile tugged at her lips. "I can't believe you."

"Oh, the horror," you teased, holding the spoon close to her lips. "Now, be good and open up."

After a moment of stubborn silence, she finally sighed, parting her lips just enough to let you give her the medicine. She grimaced as she swallowed, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

"Disgusting," she muttered, wrinkling her nose.

You leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Good girl. Now, back under the covers with you."

She scoffed, though you could see the hint of a smile in her eyes as she settled back into bed. "I will remember this, you know. One day, I will get my revenge."

You chuckled, tucking the blanket around her. "I look forward to it."

*

You'd barely left Alexia's side since she'd gotten sick. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot, her nose chapped and red from all the sneezing, and her voice, hoarse and scratchy, sounded pitifully weak. As miserable as she was, she still held a death grip on you, refusing to let you out of bed for more than a minute or two at a time.

"I'm not kidding, Alexia," you murmured, gently rubbing circles on her back with one hand. "I really need to pee.”

She just grumbled, shifting so her face was buried even deeper into the crook of your neck. "No. You can hold it."

You sighed, smiling despite yourself as she tightened her arms around you, determined not to let you go. Her hot breath tickled your neck, raspy and uneven as she tried to keep her congested breathing steady.

"I'll come back, you know," you tried to reason with her, running your fingers along her back. "You'll barely even notice I'm gone."

She lifted her head just enough to give you a pouty look, her eyes narrowed. "You leave... and I'll... I'll be alone. Sick. And alone."

You laughed softly, cupping her cheek. "You're so dramatic when you're unwell, you know that?"

She sniffled, her glare softening only slightly as she leaned back into your embrace. "I am sick because of you, so you should be here."

"Oh, so now you're blaming me again?" you teased, reaching for a tissue as she began sniffling more insistently.

"Yes," she said, sounding a little choked as you brought the tissue up to her nose. "You made me get that stupid shot."

You couldn't help but smile as she blew her nose, letting out a small huff when you dabbed her nostrils gently, trying not to further irritate the already raw skin.

"Okay, you're right. I'm the villain here," you said, pressing a light kiss to her forehead as she snuggled back down. "So I'll be right back to atone for my sins. Just give me one minute, alright?"

She pouted, but after a moment of hesitation, she finally relented, albeit begrudgingly. "One minute," she grumbled, watching you with narrowed eyes as you slid out from beneath her.

You were barely gone for thirty seconds when you heard her weak voice from the other room. "¡Cariño!" she called, her hoarse voice laced with a mixture of impatience and distress.

You hurried back, finding her curled up in bed with a fresh pout. She immediately extended her arms out to you, looking as needy as ever.

"Come here," she muttered, pulling you down as soon as you were within reach. "You're taking too long."

"Alexia, I was gone for less than a minute," you chuckled, allowing her to tug you back under the covers.

"Too long," she insisted, her voice muffled as she snuggled her face into your shoulder. Her nose brushed against your collarbone, making you realize she was probably on the verge of sneezing again.

You sighed, grabbing another tissue just in time to catch her next sneeze. She sniffled, her nose redder than ever as you gently dabbed at it again.

She winced, pushing your hand away with a small groan. "Ow. Stop. You're hurting me."

"I'm sorry, love," you murmured, brushing her hair back from her forehead as she closed her eyes. "I know it's sore. Just a little more, and I'll leave it alone."

She let out a tiny huff, shifting closer as she adjusted her head against your neck. "This is your fault," she muttered, half-asleep. "You know that, right?"

"Yes, yes. Entirely my fault," you agreed, pulling her tighter against you as she sighed in sleepy satisfaction.

For a moment, she was quiet, her breathing shallow and uneven as she drifted off. But it didn't last long. Within a few minutes, she was shifting restlessly, her forehead crinkling as she sneezed again. She groaned, sniffling miserably as she buried her face deeper into your shoulder.

"Ugh," she mumbled, her voice raspy and stuffed. "I hate this."

"I know, baby," you whispered, rubbing soothing circles on her back. "It'll pass soon. Just gotta hang in there."

She shook her head, her brow furrowing. "No, I won't. I'm... I'm dying." She looked up at you with those big, tired eyes, looking completely pitiful.

"Oh, really?" you teased, trying not to laugh at her dramatic declaration. "You're dying?"

"Yes," she insisted, her tone dead serious. "This is the end for me."

You couldn't help but smile as you wiped her nose again, ignoring her glare. "Alright then. Anything you want me to tell your teammates?"

"Tell them..." she paused, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned heavily against you. "Tell them... I went out a hero. Strong... noble."

"A strong, noble hero taken down by a common cold?" you joked, earning yourself another weak glare.

She let out a tiny huff, her head falling back to rest against your shoulder. "You are mean to me," she muttered. "When I am sick, you should be... you know. Nicer."

"Oh, I'm not being nice right now?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you resumed rubbing her back.

She sighed, her face softening as she nuzzled closer. "You are... a little. But I need more," she mumbled, her voice fading as she drifted off again.

For the next hour or so, you stayed snuggled up with her, her feverish body practically glued to yours. Her head was tucked beneath your chin, her arms snug around your waist as if she were afraid you'd disappear if she loosened her grip even a little.

Her breathing grew heavier as she fell into a deeper sleep, her face twitching every now and then when a fresh wave of congestion hit. She coughed, letting out a weak whine that made you squeeze her a little tighter.

You must've dozed off at some point because the next thing you knew, she was tugging on your sleeve, her expression both sleepy and grumpy as she looked up at you.

"Thirsty," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

"Alright, I'll get you some water," you murmured, starting to sit up. But as soon as you moved, her arms tightened around you, pulling you back down with surprising strength.

"No. Don't move," she muttered, her voice sounding even hoarser than before.

"Alexia, I need to get you the water."

She shook her head, snuggling closer. "No. Just... just stay a little longer."

You couldn't help but laugh softly, pulling her back against you. "If you don't let me go, you'll stay thirsty," you pointed out, trailing your fingers along her back in gentle circles.

She sighed, clearly torn, before finally loosening her grip with a pout. "Fine," she muttered. "But hurry."

You got up quickly, grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen before hurrying back to her side. She accepted the water gratefully, taking small sips as she looked up at you with a suspiciously grateful expression.

"Better?" you asked, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face.

She nodded, setting the glass aside before pulling you back down with a determined look. "Now stay.”

"Bossy," you teased, letting her wrap herself around you like a clingy octopus.

"I am sick," she muttered, her voice muffled against your shoulder. "I can be bossy."

"Alright, alright, fair enough." You gently traced your hand over her back, feeling her finally relax against you again.

For a few minutes, she was quiet, drifting in and out of sleep. But soon, she was shifting again, looking up at you with a soft, miserable pout.

"My nose hurts," she mumbled, sniffling loudly.

"I know, love," you murmured, kissing her forehead. "But it'll feel better soon, I promise."

She huffed, clearly not convinced, and nuzzled back against your neck, her nose brushing your collarbone as she settled in once more.

After a few more minutes, she started coughing again, her whole body shuddering with the effort. You held her close, rubbing her back in soothing circles until the coughing fit finally subsided.

"This is all your fault," she mumbled once she'd caught her breath, looking up at you with a halfhearted glare.

"Yes, I know," you replied, smiling as you kissed her forehead. "All my fault."

"Good," she muttered, closing her eyes again as she snuggled closer. "At least you know."

You let out a soft laugh, resting your cheek against her hair as she drifted off once more. Even sick and stubborn as ever, she was still your Alexia, your fiercely independent, soft-hearted girl who refused to let you go.

**

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Worst Timing || Leah Williamson x pregnant!reader

Request | Masterlist | Prompt list

Warning smut 18+, pregnancy sex, masterbating, cunnilingus

Summary You get caught at the worst time possible

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Being pregnant had its ups and downs.

The biggest advantage was that you and Leah were creating a family, you were having a baby.

But with the advantages, the disadvantage came too.

You had every single symptom for pregnancy.

Morning sickness, aching back, exhaustion, crying at everything.

The biggest one though, by far, was your increased libido.

You were having sex all the time.

The baby had made you sex crazy.

Having sex with Leah had always been incredible, but since you’d been pregnant, you were in paradise when you were having sex.

Leah, of course, wasn’t complaining. Seeing you pregnant did things to her head so she definitely did not mind.

The only downfall to it, is that if you are horny, you can’t wait.

So when you find yourself in a situation like now, you can only blame it on the baby.

When you’d woken up, you were met with Leah kissing you gently.

When she realised you’d woken up, she increased the pressure of the kiss, turning it passionate.

Her lips left yours, travelling down to your neck.

Leah grabbed your hips, guiding you onto her lap so you were straddling her.

You attempted to lean forward but your six month bump rejected you from the action.

Leah’s lips travelled down to the valley of your breasts, sucking gently and slowly at the sensitive skin.

She took her time getting to your nipples, knowing how sensitive they must be.

You moaned into Leah’s neck as she took your left nipple into her mouth, her tongue swirling round the bud.

Just as Leah was working her way to your right boob, her alarm blasted the calm room, making you both jump.

You looked at her phone, 9:30 written on it.

“Le! You have training in half an hour!” You exclaimed, falling off of her and back to your side of the bed.

“I’m sorry, pretty girl. I didn’t realise the time. I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.” Leah pressed a kiss to your cheek before rushing round the room to get ready.

Leah kept sending you sympathetic eyes when getting ready.

Although you’d forgiven her, you were still horny as ever.

Leah left soon after, leaving you hot and bothered.

You attempted to get up and do something but your mind kept wondering to this morning, the thoughts of Leah’s tongue on your nipple, the marks she’d left on your neck.

What didn’t help either, was that Arsenal had put up a few pictures of the girls training in their instagram and the opening picture was of Leah with her sleeves rolled up, revealing her biceps all flexed.

You squeezed your legs together as you looked at the photo.

You couldn’t sit like this anymore. You needed to sort yourself out and there was only one way to do it.

That’s how you found your self laying down, your legs spread wide as you circled your clit.

Wild moans escaped past your lips as you circled your clit harder and faster, trying to imagine they were Leah’s fingers.

Unbeknownst to you, Leah had arrived home.

She’d called out to you, but when she got no response, she made her way upstairs, hearing the commotion from your shared bedroom.

She creaked open the door, watching you desperately rub your clit.

“Need some help?” Leah questioned as you looked up at her, a panicked look on your face.

“Le, I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t wait. Please help.”

“Baby, it’s okay. I’m here now. I’ll help you, I promise.”

Leah didn’t save any time, her tongue finding your clit immediately.

Leah moaned at the taste of you. No matter how many times she’d tasted you before, the taste of you on her tongue always amazed her.

“You look So pretty with my baby, pretty girl.” Leah murmured against your clit.

You tangled a hand in Leah’s hair, pushing her further in to your soaked pussy.

Continuing to lick your clit, Leah pushed her middle finger into your core, releasing a pornographic moan from your mouth.

“Fuck, Leah, ‘m so close, baby. Please don’t stop. Please.”

Leah started to curl her fingers, hitting your g spot perfectly.

“Oh god — I’m coming! Fuck.” You screamed, your pussy tightening around Leah’s fingers as she swallowed your juices.

“Desperate were we, love?” Leah joked, lifting her head to rest of your bump.

“Please never leave me in that state again.”

“Never.”

[lwwife]

good graces

alexia putellas x reader

word count: 3.4k

You dislike Alexia Putellas with everything in you. Or maybe you’ve been crushing on her all this time. Who knows.

The first thing you noticed upon entering the club was the sea of people that made it hard for you to even get to the booth. The music was blaring in your ears and the smell of smoke wafted towards your nose. A strobe light shone against your eyes, making you squint and stop in your tracks. Kika was walking ahead of you and you quickly grabbed onto her hand, forcing her to stop as well.

“What’s wrong?” Kika spoke towards your ear.

You shook your head, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I’m fine. Got disoriented for a second.”

“Okay.” Kika turned around, still keeping her hand linked with yours. You let yourself get dragged, Kika manoeuvring the both of you easily around the crowd.

It felt like forever until you finally reached the booth where the rest of the Barcelona players were occupying. Everyone was exchanging their ‘hi’s and ‘nice to meet you’s and you couldn’t focus on any of that. Not when you could feel her gaze on you.

The season was starting next week and since you and a couple of girls were new to the club, Patri decided to host a night out to introduce the newcomers. You knew a couple of the Spanish girls, having met them during international matches and exchanged contacts throughout your years in professional football.

There was one person, however, that… you didn’t really know how to explain it. Was she your enemy? Frenemy? You didn’t exactly hate her… But you didn’t exactly like her either. You’re pretty sure the feeling was mutual.

But it wasn’t that negative, soul-sucking, I-hope-she-dies type of hatred—at least, to you it wasn’t. It was more of… you couldn’t stand the stupid smirk on her face, it was infuriating, and even more so when she pushed you to the ground during matches or worse—when she completely humiliated you by nutmegging you and scoring a goal.

The smirk she sent your way after that was… maddening. You wanted to punch her, or something. You didn’t though. Instead you scowled at her throughout the rest of the game and you ignored her when everyone was shaking hands.

So you never really know where you stood with Alexia Putellas. The only words exchanged between you two were the heated curses on the pitch. Now that you two were going to be teammates, it was going to change the dynamics between you, definitely. You didn’t know in what way though.

You were never able to pinpoint why you disliked her so much, maybe it was because of the way she walked around the pitch like she owned the game before it even started. Like she was so confident that she would be winning—which was sexy as hell, yes, but it angered you. Because you were going to win, obviously. 

So maybe it was a good thing that you would be on the same team now. Maybe you could finally co-exist.

The situation had been on your mind ever since you signed for Barcelona. The uncertainty of it all was throwing you off. So you made a mental note to avoid her until you could figure it out.

Whatever ‘it’ was.

Your mantra before entering the club was to look away, to not spare her a glance. Not under any circumstances should you look her way. Period. 

It should be simple. It was simple.

All thoughts completely flew out the window the moment you arrived at the booth and you could feel Alexia’s eyes on you.

Ever since the first time you shook hands with her on the field (you were fifteen and she was sixteen), you had always known when her eyes were on you. Call it intuition or sixth sense or whatever.

So you had no choice but to look at her.

(She looked as good as you remembered.)

Your eyes locked for a second before Alexia broke away first, her eyes falling down to your left hand—your hand that was tightly intertwined with Kika’s. You saw the frown she sent your way and you sent her one back. Was it so hard to smile at someone?

You felt a tug at your hand and realised that Kika was motioning for you to take a seat. You glanced up once more at Alexia, but her gaze was now focused on the drink in front of her. 

You slid into the booth next to Kika and accepted the drink that Pina held out to you, muttering a ‘thanks’. Once you did, you felt the pair of hazel eyes from across the table back on you. 

Your eye contact lasted longer this time, you didn’t know why Alexia was looking at you like that. It was a gaze that felt so intense, making you instantly chug your drink. 

“Whoa,” you heard someone say, a giggle following after. “No rush, chica. We have all night.”

“Patri, nice to see you again,” you shouted over the music.

“You too!” She lifted a bottle of vodka, silently asking you if you wanted some, to which you nodded in reply. Patri took your now empty glass and poured some into it. “We’re out of shot glasses, sorry! This one over here,” she pointed a thumb at Alexia. “Accidentally elbowed them to the ground and now we only get plastic cups!”

You couldn’t help it and joined in on the laughter. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Alexia’s head snap towards you. You gulped the drink Patri gave you and continued on with your staring contest with the captain. You raised an eyebrow at her, she simply threw that signature smirk of hers your way.

Infuriating.

“Can they actually do that?” asked Jana.

“Apparently!” Patri answered back.

Mapi placed her arm around Alexia’s shoulder, “You have to excuse this one. She had some pre-drinks at her place so she’s already well on her way to being extra drunk.” After a moment, she added. “Although, she became extremely calm these past few minutes. Are you okay?” Mapi teased.

Alexia playfully shoved her away. “It’s not my fault they didn’t know the risks when they decided to open a club.”

You felt Kika bump her shoulder against yours. “I can see why you’re so hung up on her, to be honest.”

At that, you pulled back. You gave Kika a look that was a mixture of ‘what the hell are you talking about’ and ‘I think I’m not drunk enough for this conversation’.

Kika rolled her eyes and leaned closer, speaking directly in your ears. “She’s ridiculously attractive.”

You placed your hand on Kika’s face, shoving her away. You could feel Kika’s laughter against your palm and you pulled your hand back.

“Y/n—” Kika started, but you interrupted her.

“Nope,” you took another gulp of your drink. “Talk to me again about this topic when I’m drunk. Actually, no. Don’t talk to me about this topic at all because there is nothing to talk about in the first place!”

Kika shook her head fondly and wrapped her arm around your neck, bringing your head towards her so she could whisper in your ear. “I think you should drink faster then, because your girl looks like she’s going to kill me and we need to do something about it.”

You pinched her thigh. “She’s not my girl.”

“Ouch! That was the part you got? Not her wanting to kill me?”

“Stop being ridiculous then. Why would she want to kill you?”

Kika grinned. “Probably because to everyone else it looks like we’re about to kiss.”

Your eyes widened at your proximity and quickly shoved the brunette, causing her to lean backwards into Jana, who looked amused at the two of you.

“Sorry,” Kika whined. “Y/n’s fault!”

Just when you were about to say something back, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. A text message from an unknown number.

Hola

It’s Alexia.

You glanced up at her, giving her a confused look. Alexia just gave a slight nod of her head, flicking her eyes to your phone. You sighed. This was going to be fun.

you: how did you get my number?

unknown number: Perks of being the capitana.

you: why are you even texting me? you’re literally in front of me

unknown number: Oh am I? Thank you for pointing that out.

you: you’re as annoying as I remembered

you: so ? is there a reason why you’re texting me

annoying capi: Because you are too far away. It’s so loud here. I haven’t gotten the chance to talk to you.

annoying capi: I have captain duties

you: to talk to me?

annoying capi: Yes

You almost rolled your eyes at that. What kind of captain duties was this? Pere would likely introduce Alexia as your captain on your first day. There was nothing urgent that any captain-teammate talk had to be done now.

You just hoped that she wasn’t planning on kicking you out of the club, or any other evil things you couldn’t think of. You stared at her, somewhere between a glare and an interested look. Only one way to find out.

you: I’m about to grab a drink at the bar

annoying capi: Is this an invitation?

you: am I going by myself or are you coming with?

“Y/n and I are grabbing more drinks,” Alexia announced. “Does anyone want anything?”

Everyone shook their heads and with that Alexia slid out of the booth. She outstretched her hand towards you and you stared down at it. There was no way that Alexia was asking you to hold her hand, because that would be ridiculous, and frankly, you weren’t sure if you were ready to know what it feels like to hold Alexia’s hand—

“Dios mío,” Alexia reached out and grabbed your wrist. You didn’t have time to react and the next thing you knew, you were being pulled to the bar.

Alexia’s grasp on your wrist was tight, you felt all tingly as more seconds passed by and Alexia’s grip never faltered. 

You inwardly cringe at yourself for feeling like that towards a… a frenemy (you still didn’t know what you two were).

When you reached the bar, Alexia finally let go and you kind of missed the warm feeling Alexia’s hold gave you.

“What’s your drink?” Alexia asked.

“Uhm…”

The place was crowded, which was definitely good for the business, but you decided that it was very not good for you. Because with the way Alexia was leaning sideways against the counter, arms crossed, eyebrows raised at you—Alexia was so close that you couldn’t think of anything, except the way her eyes looked even more heavenly at night (not that you noticed. You were too busy marking her during games, you definitely had no time to admire the way the sunlight made her eyes shine even brighter).

“Do you do that a lot?” Alexia asked once she finished talking to the bartender.

When you still hadn’t answered, Alexia pursed her lips and blew on your face. “Boo.”

Your eyes widened. “W-what was that for?”

“You’re zoning out again,” Alexia rolled her eyes at you.

“No I wasn’t,” you tried your best to sound calm despite your racing heartbeat. 

Alexia smelled like alcohol and a perfume that you knew was from Chanel (you had the same one at home) and you knew you weren’t supposed to let your mind wander, but you couldn’t help but think about how it would feel like to have Alexia pressed up against you. Like, really pressed up against you. 

How her lips would feel on—

“You’re doing it again,” Alexia noted.

You blinked a few times. What the hell were you thinking? You couldn’t think of Alexia like that. The thought made you shiver. You two disliked each other. “I’m doing what?”

“Spacing out,” Alexia looked amused. “Something on your mind?”

“Just the usual,” you replied, looking anywhere but those eyes.

“And what is the usual to you?”

You let out a small laugh. “Are you always this nosy? I don’t see you texting Kika or Pajor and asking for a one-on-one.”

Alexia shrugged. “Maybe I’m just interested in you.”

At that, you looked at Alexia and raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“I don’t know, I just am. I can’t pinpoint it.”

You narrowed your eyes. Was she flirting with you? “Is this you talking to me as my captain or is this something else?” Alexia was about to reply when you cut her off. “Is this where you say something nice about me but then talk shit a second later?” you paused. “Don’t you have a girlfriend?”

Maybe that was the wrong thing to say because the next thing you knew, Alexia was laughing. It was the first time you’ve heard her laugh. You didn’t want to think about the tug in your heart or the smile making its way to your lips. “What does that have to do with anything?” Alexia asked you.

You crossed your arms against your chest. “It sounded like you were flirting with me.”

“I could mean being interested in you in a non-romantic sense,” Alexia refuted. “I am going to be your capitana after all.”

“Mhmm, sure,” you looked around the bar. “I think you’re lying.”

Alexia looked amused. “Why do you think that?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, I just do. I can’t pinpoint it.”

“Using my words against me, I see.” 

You cheekily smiled at her and she did the same. Alexia actually smiled at you. It was a miracle. First you made her laugh, then you made her smile. You were on a roll.

Not that it mattered. You couldn’t care less, really.

Suddenly remembering that you didn’t tell her what drink you wanted, you looked at the bartender then back at her, “Did you order for me? Hope it’s nothing poisonous. We’re about to play on the same team, you can stop trying to kill me on the field now.”

Alexia scoffed. “I never acted like I wanted to kill you.”

“I beg to differ but sure,” you couldn’t believe that you were enjoying a conversation with Alexia Putellas. “I never told you my drink order, so if you got me something I don’t like, you’re paying for it.”

Alexia scrunched her nose at you. “I thought I was paying for it. I am a gentlewoman after all.”

You hummed. “Does this work on all women?”

“It’s Sex on the Beach, by the way,” Alexia ignored your question. “What I ordered for you.”

You raised an eyebrow at that. Oh this can definitely be considered flirting. “Why Sex on the Beach?”

Alexia just shrugged in response.

“That’s my favourite,” you told her. “Just for your information.”

“Really?” Alexia grinned at you. (What a sight it was.) “I am so good at this.”

“Sure. You probably chose that drink so you could flirt with me.”

“Is that a problem?”

You looked at her questioningly. “That you got my favourite cocktail right on the first try?”

Alexia laughed again, but this time there wasn’t the usual teasing tone when she spoke. “You’re so dense sometimes.”

“Thanks,” you drew out. “I guess.”

“What I meant was… is that a problem if I was flirting with you?”

You weren't expecting that answer. This was definitely not the captain-teammate talk you were expecting, nor was this the type of conversation you were expecting from your frenemy. “Uh,” you stammered. “With the fact that you have a girlfriend, yeah kind of.”

Alexia stared at you for a second, before she looked away. When she turned to you again, a coy smile was present on her lips. “You’re right. That was terrible. Sorry, please don’t tell my non-existent girlfriend about this.”

Oh? You tried to hide the smile that was making its way to your face. “Don’t worry. I don’t know your non-existent girlfriend enough to snitch on you.”

The bartender interrupted you with your drinks and you gulped half of yours in one go. You needed to be more intoxicated with the way this conversation was going.

“I probably sound like a terrible girlfriend,” Alexia said, placing her card back in her wallet after paying for your drinks.

“Hm? How so?”

“I’m literally flirting with another woman here, even though my girlfriend, our three kids, and two dogs are waiting for me at our mansion,” Alexia rolled out dramatically, you laughed at how ridiculous she was.

“So you were flirting with me.”

Alexia rolled her eyes, looking down. She looked… shy? This was new. You were enjoying this very much. “I never said such a thing.”

“What?” You looked at her in disbelief. “Alexia, you just said ‘I’m literally flirting with another woman’.”

Alexia shrugged, taking a gulp of her drink. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.”

You had to keep on reminding yourself that Alexia was your frenemy. You two disliked each other. Whatever this was… it was a momentary lapse in judgement. A drunk night out. You weren’t into Alexia like that and she was definitely, totally just playing with you. But looking at the blonde in front of you—how Alexia was doing something as simple as swirling her straw in her drink—you never wanted to do something stupid as much as right now.

“You know,” you started. “If you didn’t have a girlfriend, I would totally kiss you.”

You were only toying with her of course. You didn’t actually want to kiss her.

Alexia choked on her drink. “I’m sorry, what?” she looked at you wide-eyed.

You smirked, it was a nice turn of events, having Alexia be the one stuttering instead of you. “You heard me.”

“Well,” you saw Alexia gulp and place her drink on the bar. “I guess you’re in luck then.” Alexia averted her eyes down to your lips. “My non-existent girlfriend just broke up with me,” she pouted dramatically. Damn it. You were trying so hard not to look at her lips. “You, on the other hand, is a terrible date.”

You looked confused. “Me?”

Alexia nodded. “Flirting with me when your date is right there,” she tilted her head in the direction of where your friends were sitting. “Kika?”

You laughed at that. Was Alexia actually jealous? “Am I sensing some jealousy here, Putellas?”

“Why would I be?” Alexia scoffed, the faint blush on her cheeks visible despite the dark lighting of the club. Oh this was so much fun.

“Is that why you’re always so hostile towards me on the pitch, Capi? Do you actually have a crush on me? Asking me out would work just fine, you know.”

“I’m not…” Alexia crossed her arms. “I’m not jealous and I definitely do not have a crush on you. Ridícula.”

You could feel the effects of the alcohol, because you could never be this bold otherwise. You stepped forward, tracing a finger down Alexia’s forearm.

“Uh,” Alexia stammered.

“It’s so funny,” you whispered in her ear. “To have the mighty Alexia Putellas speechless for once.”

You tapped Alexia’s cheek and leaned back.

Alexia just kept on staring at you for a few seconds, her mouth stuttering to say something.

“I’m going to order another drink,” you said, gulping down the last of your cocktail. “Do you want something?”

Alexia finally regained her composure and straightened her back. “Yeah, yeah. Sure.”

You waved the bartender over and told him your order. You turned to Alexia with an expectant look. “Well? What do you want?”

“Ah. Are you on the menu?” Alexia answered, giving you her best innocent look.

It took a second for you to realise what Alexia said, and when you did, your mouth dropped open. 

Before you could reply, Alexia leaned in and whispered in your ear. “I always win these games, cariño,” the hot breath against your ear causing you to shiver. “See you back there.” Alexia winked and turned around, leaving you to stare at her retreating figure with your mouth still agape and your heart thumping wildly against your chest.

You hated her so much.

[lwwife]

The Big One

I can't sleep. I wont lie this is the first time I've managed to write for a while. This is just smut. Also from this request.

Also i hate the title, someone please suggest one!

its short - 1571 words

Warnings - smut 18. BIG strap

Lips came crashing into yours as Alexia easily carried you into the bedroom, your legs wrapped tightly around her waist. 

“Please, amor.” She sucked on your bottom lip.

You gasped for air as you tried to breathe, but her desperate kisses were stealing the air from your lungs.

“What, Ale? What do you need?” 

That cute line sunk between her brows as she tried to compose herself. You could see she needed you, but she needed to use her words.

“I just…I need you, I can’t think straight.”

“You have me, Ale.” You gasped as her hands squeezed at your cheeks before laying you gently on your shared bed. Her mouth stayed on yours, her tongue greedily caressed your own as she took advantage of her position on top of you.

“Can I use the big one? Please, I’ll be gentle, I just need to feel you.” She bit at her lip, her face full of worry. It was rare to see her look so nervous. 

But she had nothing to be nervous about. 

“Of course we can, baby.” 

Your heart fluttered as you saw the worry melt from her face.

“I’ll be gentle.” She promised you.

“You don’t have to be.” You assured her.

—-------

A shiver ran down your spine as you eyed the strap between Alexia’s thick thighs.

Alexia stood at the bottom of the bed with her new purchase attached to her hips, it was the biggest dildo you had ever owned.

“It’s bigger than I remembered.” You smirked.

It was big, but you knew you could take it, you were aching for it.

“Sí, I’ll go slow.” The blonde smiled sweetly as she knelt on the bed, moving towards you.

You sat with your back against the headboard. Your breathing was still erratic from the orgasm she just gave you, your wet sticky essence still evident on her lips and fingers.

Your hand crept between your open thighs, and gently began to stroke your still sensitive clit. 

Her hazel eyes watched your movements, biting her lip at the sight in front of her. 

“Please, amor.” She begged.

“I’m yours, Ale.”

Her two favourite words. She couldn't wait anymore. Her large hands pulled at your sides, bringing you closer to her, you let out a small surprised yelp. The large strap slapped at your thigh. Her lips came down on yours again, as she steadied herself above you and lined herself up.

“Remember to breathe.” She whispered into your neck.

You rolled your eyes. “I think I can take it-” 

Fuck.

Your eyes squeezed shut as the head of the strap pushed against the entrance of your tight walls. 

Alexia had prepped you minutes before with her own thick fingers, but the sheer size of this toy didn't measure up to her digits. Not at all.

“Fuck!” You gasped out as you tried to breathe through the slight sting.

“Slow? More slowly?” She kissed sweetly at your neck.

You shook your head. “No, I can take it.”

You could take it. You wanted to take it. You wanted her to use you for what she clearly needed. She had begged you to use the big one for a reason, she needed this. She needed you. 

Alexia looked down between your bodies, she watched as she slowly sunk her hips between your open legs. She felt her own breath hitch as your thighs slightly started to shake as her strap stretched you out. She couldn't hide the smirk as she pushed her hips deeper, the thick plastic forcing you to take more of her. 

Your nails digged into Alexia’s back as she finally bottomed herself inside you. 

“Merda.” You heard her sigh in pleasure above you as she felt you cunt clench tightly around her strap.

You could take it. She knew that you could. You would take it.

“Ale! Fuck.” You arched your head back into the pillow.

She was kind enough to give you some time to get used to her before she really gave you what she wanted.

“Sí, you can take it.” She agreed as her lips and tongue sucked on your now exposed throat. Her teeth shortly followed, sinking into your soft skin. From the sting alone you knew she was leaving a dirty mark.

She laid her body fully over yours. One arm slid under your pillow where your head laid, the other gently cupped your chin, forcing your eyes to meet her own. Her hazel orbs observed you before watching your face fall into pleasure as her hips started moving, slowly pulling the thick strap against your tight walls. 

“Ale.” You whimpered out.

“Shh I know, bebita. I know. You’re doing so good for me. So good.” She whispered against your parted lips before stealing a soft kiss from you.

Alexia was talking you through it. She was talking you through the sheer overwhelming feeling of her. Her soothing words made your head cloud over with a desire for nothing but her. 

Your body began to heat, it felt like a fire coursing through your veins, making you break out in a sweat. Alexia’s naked body was pressed against your own, adding to the fever on your skin, pinning you down as she thrusted faster into you.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “Oh, my god. Fuck, please.” You begged, though you weren't sure what for.

The strong body above you rocked into you, going a little harder

“Can’t you handle it, bebé?” She teased, all her sweet talk gone out the window.

“I can. I can handle it.” You promised as you whined.

“Sí, that's my good girl.”

God, you were so wet. She felt so good as she rutted into, hitting and pushing your sensitive walls, making your legs shake with every thrust.

Gone were her gentle movements. 

Her hand tightened around your chin as she made sure you couldn't move your head as she began to fuck you hard.

The air from your lungs all but disappeared as Alexia rutted into you, greedily losing herself in the way your body shook beneath her.

“Taking me so well.” She grunted against your lips.

You was full, so fucking full.

You were losing your mind. Your brain was drunk on Alexia. 

She was losing her wits already. Alexia groaned loudly. She felt an animalistic and even a possessiveness sensation course through her body from your encouraging whimpers and cries. She had wanted you before her match today. She wanted you when a clear foul didn't go her way. She wanted you when she missed the penalty. She now had you, and you were all hers to do what she wanted with. 

So, she used your body to fuck her anger out on, and you happily took every thrust of her strong hips as she forced you into the mattress below for as long as she wanted. 

You happily let her bite and suck on your plump swollen lips as she kissed you, stealing your shallow breath and forcing her tongue into your mouth as you groaned against her lips. 

You were hers. 

She melted into your sweaty body, your skin stuck together as her own sweat stuck to you. Her mouth gaped open in pleasure as she felt her clit rubbing perfectly on the base of her strap. 

“I’m going to come, bebé.”

Your cunt clenched at her words. 

“Keep going, baby. Don’t stop.” You urged her on, your nails now turned into gentle strokes on her skin. “You feel so fucking good.” You whimpered against her lips.

Your eyes fluttered closed as she picked up to a frantic pace. 

“No, keep looking at me. Don’t close those pretty eyes. I want to look at them when I come inside you.” Her hand held your jaw tightly.

Jesus. This girl.

You nodded obediently. Keeping your eyes open as best as you could so your lover could reach her climax the way she needed.

Alexia felt the overwhelming swirl in her stomach start to build. It creeped over her body, making every hair on her skin stand to attention, until she was seeing stars. She kept her piercing hazel eyes on you as best as she could until you felt her start to shake, you made sure to keep your eyes on her just like she asked. She shook hard as her orgasm took over her, burning every nerve in her body. 

She felt a release wash over her. A straining tension disappeared from her muscles as she felt herself take what she needed. Her hips sunk impossibly deeper into your cunt as she rode out her last feelings of pleasure, pushing and thrusting until she finally came down from her high.

She breathed hard into your neck, before gently pulling out of you and lacing your face with soft kisses.

“Are you okay, amor?” She lovingly stroked your cheek.

“I’m more than okay.” You gave her a lazy smile, bringing your lips to hers. “But I might not be able to walk for a while.” You chuckled breathlessly.

The blonde giggled in your neck, having the audacity to look timid as her cheeks reddened. “Amooooor!” She whined, embarrassed at your words.

You had no idea how this girl went from fucking you to an inch of your life, to looking like she couldn't say boo to a goose. 

She was a girl of many faces and many talents. 

[lwwife]

pls Katie walking in on Y/n and Leah in that where she gets it from uni

Not A Word (Leah Williamson x McCabe!Reader)

That’s Where She Gets it From universe [Smut]

“Leah, the movie” you mumbled, feeling the girl kiss up your neck and pulling your hand to grip her waist.

“We’ve seen this movie like ten times” Leah hummed back, breathing a little heavier against your neck as her hand slid its way under your tshirt.

“Ye were the one that suggested we watch it” you laughed, not enough to lose focus on what Leah was doing, but enough for her to realise you could potentially lose your concentration.

“Because I knew what it would lead to” Leah smirked, looking up at you with lust filled eyes as she placed her lips against yours. “Let’s go to bed” she whispered in your ear. It wasn’t often that you needed to stray further than the couch for things to go further, but you knew exactly what Leah was after when she suggested that.

You picked the blonde up, feeling her legs wrap around your waist as you dragged the two of you up the stairs and into bed, kicking your bedroom door behind you. Leah had gotten onto the bed, trying to bite back a giggle at how easy it was her for to get her own way with you. Meanwhile, you went to your drawer to get what you needed out of it as Leah smirked at what it was exactly that you were taking out.

You got everything ready while your friend that you regularly had sex with put music on, blaring it loudly from your TV. The routine was just so natural to you both by now. You’d start slowly, just teasing and toying, before it would get a bit more intense.

“What’s up?” Katie huffed, unlocking your front door and stepping inside, out of the rain. Katie knew Leah was here, she’d seen her car outside, but you and Leah had been seeing each other for so long now, nobody barely batted an eyelid anymore. “Where are ye?” Katie shouted a little louder. When your sister got no answer again, but heard the TV blaring from the living room, she presumed the two of you were in there. “I’m just goin’ up to grab a spare hoodie, mines soaked” Katie called in to the empty living room.

She thundered up stairs, the noise of your bed frame banging off the wall being completely drowned out by the noise of the TV as well as the noise of music coming from your room.

“Fuck, don’t stop” Leah moaned, hands squeezing your shoulders and just about to fall off cliff’s edge, when your bedroom door swung open.

“Oh my god” Katie stuttered loudly, falling backwards and slamming off the wall outside your bedroom as you scrambled to get off and out of Leah. “Ow” Katie whined.

“Katie, what the fuck?” You shouted from inside the bedroom, thankfully your duvet covering the both of you.

“Don’t act like this is more traumatic for ye than it is for me!” She shouted back, still not in eye line due to happily taking comfort in the hallway. You got up and dressed quickly, waltzing outside to your sister and closing the door to give Leah some privacy.

“Are ye actually serious right now?” You groaned, knowing she’d interrupted at the worst possible moment for her teammate.

“I thought when I heard the TV on that ye were downstairs” Katie tried to explain. “I just needed a hoodie” she shrugged. Katie had walked in on you more times than you could count by this stage, which was one of the main reasons you moved out of her house. This was the first time however, that you and her knew the name of the girl that was naked in your bed.

“Ye can’t just walk into my bedroom when-”

“Please” Katie sighed, clutching her mouth. “I actually feel sick after seein’ that” she dramatically hunkered over, placing her hands on her knees.

“Ye didn’t even see anythin’” you frowned, pushing her away that she almost toppled over.

“Hey!” She grumbled, attempting to push you back, but you stood backwards, away from her hands reach. It always annoyed Katie how fast your reflexes were, and had been since you were old enough to fight with each other.

“What do ye need? A hoodie?” You asked, opening the door again and stepping back into the room, Leah lying under the covers and scrolling on her phone. You gave the girl an apologetic look and stuck up your pointer finger to let her know you’d be back to finish her in a minute.

“Uh, yeah” Katie nodded, not making any type of effort to look into the room.

“Here” you mumbled, throwing her one of your hoodies. “Just give me five minutes” you added.

“No, ye cannot be serious right now” Katie sternly looked at your smirking expression.

“Five minutes, max” you repeated, closing the door and twisting the lock as Katie nearly gagged, sprinting downstairs and turning the TV up louder.

“Five minutes? Romantic” Leah sighed playfully.

“Don’t think ye will need more than that, do ye?” you shrugged, still smirking at the older girl.

“Prove it” she bit back, tugging you back in to bed and taking the top you’d put back on straight back off you.

Katie 💕

Remind me to never come to my sisters house

Ever again

Cait 😍

What happened???

Ellaaaaaa

Bahahahahaha Y/n just text me

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