#claudia pina x ofc

[ficsbylexi]

The pink cup — One shot

Clàudia Pina x OFC

Shot Warnings: nothing, some spanish and the translation next to it. Just cute stuff this time. Honestly foul language is just normal language for me, I can’t spend more than ten minutes without swearing.

Author’s note: established relationship. Also, I’m no ballerina, I’m honestly just making shit up from whatever appears on my fyp on tiktok and googling sometimes. There’s a little reference to a common joke in spain about a kids yogurt brand called danonino (it was supposed to make you grow). Also I have the feeling that I use the word “just” too much.

Word count: 1872

Summary: the first time Clàudia stayed over at her girlfriend’s apartment was also the first time she saw her getting ready for work.

Clàudia knew Livie was a ballerina. Like, that was the reason she came to Barcelona. The day they met, back in the middle of summer, Livie had her ballet clothes on. Her apartment was filled with ballet stuff. She had been there before. Livie had given her a tour and explained why her other bedroom only had a bunch of really big mirrors, a few pairs of pointe shoes scattered in a corner and a handrail — “It’s called barre, love” she’d said. But Clàudia had never stayed over.

Up until now it had been Livie who had stayed over at Clàudia’s apartment. Always the night before her off day so she wouldn’t have to rush to the studio immediately after waking up.

But now it was Nutcracker season, there were no days off, quite literally. Rehearsals were every day, sometimes twice a day. It was winter which meant people were getting sick which meant Livie had to learn more than one role in case she needed to cover for some girl that couldn’t hold her cough long enough.

Whenever Livie and Clàudia happened to have the same day off they would sleep until noon. If it was only Livie’s, they would wake up fairly early to make sure Clàudia gets to training on time, even if Clàudia basically just groaned and crawled around her apartment while her girlfriend prepared her breakfast. But this was the first time Clàudia had a day off and Livie didn’t, so she stayed over at Livie’s.

She had no idea Livie would wake up at six in the morning to start stretching. And she had never seen her stretch. Or do anything ballet-related for that matter, al least not in person.

“Go back to sleep, baby. We’ll have breakfast at eight”.

She tried, she wanted to, but curiosity had taken over. She wanted to see what kind of stretches were necessary at six in the morning, if Livie was going to put on her pointe shoes and do the pirouettes that Clàudia had seen on her TikTok. So she got up, put on a hoodie and walked through the apartment, the ballet room was on the other side.

Clàudia was mesmerized. And a bit scared.

Because what do you mean her girlfriend could lay face down and just lift her torso and arms until she folded backwards completely. Her smile was creepy like that but Livie found Clàudia’s fear very funny.

What the fuck. Honestly.

“You can sit in that corner, babe”.

“Okay”. Clàu was too sleepy to make sense of how Olivia’s body was folding, because it really didn’t make sense. “You look posessed”. Olivia couldn’t hold her laugh anymore, or that posture. Clàu was rubbing her eye with her lips making a little pout and sleep written on her face while Olivia was laughing quite loudly. “¿De qué te ríes? Si hubieras visto lo que yo al asomarme a la puerta, me entenderías” What are you laughing about? If you had seen what I saw when I peeked through the door, you’d understand me.

“You just look so cute, baby”.

“Not funny”.

Olivia went back to stretching and then did some mobility exercises and might have shown off a little bit at the barre just because she loved having Clàudia focused solely on her.

Once she finished, Clàudia stood up and clapped, making her laugh. “And you do this every morning?” Livie got closer, Clàu wrapped her arms around her hips.

“Yeah pretty much”.

“Wow” Clàu was looking at her with wide eyes, the height difference making her look absolutely adorable. Olivia was at least an entire head taller than Clàudia.

“Babe you do very impressive things every day too”.

“Yes but I don’t fold in half. I can’t even raise my leg too high without falling”.

Livie held Clàudias face with her hands, a soft chuckle escaping her mouth. “And I can’t shoot a football and have it perfectly hit a bottle that was carefully placed on top of the crossbar. But that’s okay because I’m not a footballer, you are. And it’s incredibly hot when you do that”. Clàudia smiled and got on her tiptoes to kiss Livie, who bent down a little bit to meet her girlfriend halfway. Her soft cheeks in her hands, her warm lips on hers, her arms around her hips and her body flush against hers. “Fuck I wanna stay like this all day”.

“My calves would disagree”.

“Then I’d take you to bed so we could cuddle”.

“Don’t mention the things we can’t do until opening night”. Clàu protested with a pout.

“Sorry”. She murmured, placing a kiss on Clàu’s forehead. “I’m gonna take a shower and get ready, then we can go for breakfast at the cafe next to the studio”.

Once Livie left, Clàudia basically run to the kitchen to make her a huge coffee, and plate the overnight oats that they left on the fridge with a lot of fruits. Livie had to take a few supplements every day so Clàudia also prepared that on a tiny plate and a glass of orange juice next to it. The fizzing sound let her know the coffee was ready so she took the huge moka pot out of the stove. Clàudia knew Livie got a baby pink Stanley cup as a gift from one of her aunts when she moved to Barcelona, the question is, where the fuck was it?

She looked inside almost every cupboard only to find it on the top shelf of one of them.

“Quién me manda a mí a no comer los petisuis de danonino”. Serves me right for not eating danonino’s petit suisse. The footballer grumbled while pulling a chair to reach that shelf.

Right when she gets down, Clàudia feels a pair of arms surrounding her. “What are you doing?” Livie asked with a chuckle while kissing her neck.

“I wanted to make your coffee on the cup you like but it was too high”.

“I swear you can’t get more adorable and every day you find a new way”.

“I’m not adorable, I’m just short”. Said Clàu turning around with a pout and looking up at Livie.

“I meant you making breakfast and my coffee on my favorite cup, baby”. Kissing her girlfriend was Livie’s favorite thing in the world, but kissing her when she was just slightly annoyed and pouting and frowning? Jesus she could die right then and there. “But yeah your height adds to it a little”.

“I knew it!” Clàu complained, hitting Livie’s arm.

“Come on, love, let’s have breakfast”.

Olivia took her hand and guided her to the breakfast bar, where Clàudia pulled her chair (Livie included) as close as possible and Livie just placed her legs across Clàu’s lap. Clàudias left hand went immediately to rub circles on her tight-covered knees.

“I still have to put on my sweatpants. It’s fucking cold today”.

“You look adorable with your sweatpants”. Livie’s face flushed a little bit. She didn’t like to wear sweatpants, most of them were too short for her when she got her size, or too big on her hips if they were long enough.

They ate in silence and washed the dirty plates in harmony. It had become so easy to do house chores with Clàu that Olivia was already daydreaming of the day they could move in together, to an apartment entirely theirs.

But it was too soon.

For now, she was content with carefully doing her hair behind her girlfriend while she brushed her teeth.

The moment Clàudia dried her face, Livie was securing her last hairpin on her ballet bun.

Clàudia could do this every day.

“I’ll wait in the car”. Clàudia murmured looking away. Her chest felt a bit tight with anxiety while waiting for Livie to come down. They had been officially together for less than three months and she was already thinking of living together. “¿Tú eres tonta o qué?” Are you stupid or what? She said to her reflection in the rear view mirror.

Her phone vibrated, a text from Patri about going for a coffee in the afternoon. Cata, Salma and her need to hear more about the girl Clàudia refuses to introduce to the team so that they don’t embarrass her.

Clàudia started a voice message: “Tía estoy muy pillada. Hoy dormí en su casa por primera vez. Y nunca la había visto prepararse para el trabajo y te juro que es lo único que quiero hacer el resto de mi vida”. Girl I’m so smitten by her. I slept at hers for the first time. And I had never seen her getting ready for work and I swear it’s the only thing I want to do for the rest of my life. She didn’t hear the door to the back of her car opening or Livie’s bag dropping on the backseat. “Y tengo un problema gordísimo: estoy ya imaginándome cómo sería vivir con ella y llevamos sólo tres meses. Joder, es que me siento como el estereotipo básico de lesbiana, qué puta vergüenza”. And I have a big ass problem: I’m already imagining how it would be to live with her and we’ve been together for just three months. Fuck, I feel like the basic lesbian stereotype, it’s so fucking embarrassing.

“Baby, I’ve been doing that too”.

Clàudia screamed and dropped her phone. Livie closed the door and went to the passenger seat. Her sweet Clàu had a deep blush on her face and refused to look anywhere but at her hands playing with the hem of her jumper.

“Darling?”

“Have you really been thinking of us moving in together?”

“Of course my love”. Livie placed her index finger under Clàu’s chin, softly turning her head so she faced her. “Clàu, baby, I have been daydreaming about us living together since our first kiss. My heart keeps trying to make me rush through the early stages of our relationship and I have to constantly remind myself that I need to calm down and enjoy the beginning as well. Getting to know you and doing things for the first time with you”.

“Maybe next Christmas we could be living together”.

“Maybe I could get you a light orange cup and we could have them next to each other”.

“On a lower shelf, please”.

“And a foldable stool”.

“We could go to Ikea and daydream a bit”.

“That sounds almost like a proposal, my love”. Livie chuckled.

“Do you not want to?”. Clàu’s eyes filled with worry for a moment. Livie kissed her nervousness away.

“My love, ¿quieres tener una cita conmigo en Ikea?”. Do you want to go on a date with me to Ikea?

“Adoro cuando hablas en español”. I adore when you speak Spanish. Clàudia felt like melting every time Livie spoke spanish, with her cute english accent and deep voice. “¿El día después de tu estreno?” The day after your opening night?

“As long as we get to wake up late and cuddle a little, then yes”.

“Anything, mi amor”. She whispered over Livie’s lips before kissing her slowly. “You taste like coffee”.

“The one you made, baby”. Olivia smiled, looking down to her pink Stanley on the cupholder.

[lunaandco]

guys my age

pairing: alexia putellas x ofc

summary: the new rookie looks up to alexia, yes, but it's not as innocent as she would hope to

warnings: age difference: claudia is 20 yo; power imbalance; I forgot pina's name was actually claudia, so there is two claudia's on the team, deal with it; smut, thigh riding, nipple play

masterlist // series masterlist

Claudia is quite pretty. Alexia never tried to actively deny that, but it bothered her that she noticed far too much. Pale skin, rather small built, brown hair cut to her chin and icy blue eyes that made her look more innocent than a girl her age should be. Claudia was too young for Alexia's taste. And yet—

She was one of the Barça B girls joining them for training for a while now, reeling from the adrenaline of the debut, cheeks lit aflame and skin shimmering with sweat. When she arrived, the first days she spent them figuring out if she should be called Claudia or Díaz, since Pina was already stabilised on the team. But Pina chose her surname, so Claudia kept her name.

Shirt off, the red and blue fabric thrown over her shoulder—her debut shirt, she would probably frame it. Alexia remembered that euphoric feeling, of the first game, of the first goal.

Claudia's volley had been the seventh goal of the day, almost irrelevant to the punctuation. But it had huge emotional impact, and Alexia was sure it would make the rounds on the Internet, it was beautiful and powerful.

Salma threw an arm over her shoulders, as they sang some Barça chants. Alexia joined quietly, as she dressed on her street clothes. Slama and Claudia had become tight at some point or another, between training sessions and media obligations from the club.

Alexia wouldn't be surprised to see them become a couple, sooner or later, women's football was full of partners that were teammates or rivals, but there was something that bothered her about it.

She waited by the car, patiently. Alexia may be one of the older, more settled players, but she understood the juvenile need to celebrate a little.

Finally, Claudia rushed to her side, after saying her good-byes to Salma. It was when they were alone like this, that Alexia felt the strangest.

Backpack slung over her shoulder, a pair of dark blue jeans and a green bomber jacket, Claudia looked her age. But her blue eyes, always shimmering with delight, turned a little bit glassier and bigger, looking at Alexia.

"Thank you for driving me," she said quietly, settling on the passenger seat. Alexia wanted to ask where her parents were, how could they have missed their daughter's debut at the highest level, but she decided against it. The last thing she needed was to delve into her mommy issues.

"Don't sweat it," Alexia replied. "It's nice to have company in the car. Drives get lonely."

After that, they were silent, as Claudia hummed the songs on the radio and Alexia focused on getting her to her apartment without checking the map. She had drove this path more than once, Claudia always being passed around by the players with cars.

"We're here," said Alexia, parking on a miraculous free spot.

"Merci, capi" said Claudia, picking her things up. Alexia ignored how the nickname made her feel. Claudia bent over to give her a goodbye kiss on the cheek, like she always did, but Alexia was shocked when she felt Claudia's lips on the corner of hers, close enough to be noticed, far away enough to claim it was a mistake.

The kiss lasted a second longer than it was proper, but it was enough for a crawling feeling to take over Alexia's stomach.

"Adéu," said Alexia, but she was talking alone, as Claudia slipped away quickly.

💙❤️

The next game was away at Germany, and the team was buzzing with excitement. Alexia kept to herself a little, claiming that she was a bit tired because a bad night sleep, and letting Irene and Marta take over the captain duties.

Claudia had been assured that she would be subbed in around the 60s mark, Pere was very excited to see what his new youngster could do. Her and Salma spent all the plane ride giggling, showing each other silly things in their phones.

Alexia watched them for a while, a bitter taste invading her.

She could feel the ghost of Claudia's lips on her, and could not stop thinking about the way she looked at her, blue eyes big and shiny, like she adored her.

It wasn't uncommon for the rookies to have admired Alexia for long, but Claudia made it feel different.

Alexia couldn't lie and say she was never endeared, but that endearment was turning into something inappropriate, that she could not allow to happen.

💙❤️

The room assignments at hotels were made at random, making sure everyone shared room with everyone, in an attempt to increase the team's chemistry. Nevertheless, it still caught Alexia by surprise when Claudia rolled her suitcase inside of her room.

Alexia hoped the stay would be uneventful, for the sake of her consciousness, but at night, when the lights were off, and sleep was hard to come by, she heard the sheets rustling in the bed nearby, as Claudia got up and crossed the distance between beds in a blink of an eye.

Alexia was laying on her side, facing Claudia, but she kept her eyes closed, thinking that if she pretended to be asleep, Claudia would leave her alone.

More rustling, this time from her bed, and soon she felt Claudia's body, accommodating against hers. Claudia's head was pressed to her shoulder, little whines leaving her throat as she tried to find a nice position.

Alexia gulped, the feeling of Claudia's bare thighs against her own was too much. But instead of pushing the girl away, Alexia threw an arm over her torso, pushing her closer to her body, and dropped a kiss to her hair, already feeling the grasps of guilt.

Claudia's whining died and was replaced by a short purring sound, before her breathing stabilised and Alexia was left alone with a sleeping teammate on her arms.

She was, oh, so fucked.

💙❤️

Alexia woke up to to her alarm clock. In her arms, Claudia groaned, pressing her forehead to Alexia's clavicle. Turning off the alarm was challenging, having Claudia in the way, but she managed.

Alexia sighed, wondering if Claudia would be able to hear her heartbeat.

"You're very comfortable," said Claudia.

It confused Alexia, how Claudia could be so normal about this, how she didn't seem to notice what she was doing could get her, them, in trouble. Like flirting with your decade older captain was not a dangerous game to play.

"Claudia..." she started, but her voice died down on her throat as Claudia looked up to her, eyes sleepy but burning with desire. She pushed up a little and drop a small, quiet kiss, this time fully on Alexia's lips. "This is not a good idea..."

Claudia hummed, eyes closing and and squirming a little. Alexia's thigh was lodged between hers, ans she let out a little sound that had Alexia tightening her grasp on Claudia.

"Capi..." She should have stopped it. She should have been the responsible, wise captain she had been trusted to be. But that silly nickname took away all her self control.

The kiss was messy. Tongue and teeth clashing, Claudia was moaning softly, as her hips started moving, using Alexia's thigh to get some friction. She was suddenly grateful they had both chosen to go to bed with only a t-shirt and panties, because now it was easier to slide her hands all over Claudia's back, up and down to hold her hips and help her move.

The noises Claudia was making, both of their shaky breaths, Alexia was glad the volume wasn't enough to make it through any walls, because she could not stop. She felt the wet patch on her thigh, and it drove her even more insane.

Her hands pulled Claudia's shirt up, so she could play and suck on her nipples. The moans got higher pitched and soon Alexia had to help Claudia with her shaky hip movements, until the rookie was coming all over her thigh.

"Alexia..." she exhaled, cheeks rosy and eyes glazed, Alexia bit her lower lip. "Ah... Let me..."

Claudia's hand travelled to her panties, she wanted to help Alexia have an orgasm too, but Alexia wasn't ready. She could not let her know how wet she actually was, how turned on she was because of their illicit kissing and humping.

"We're going to be late," she said. Claudia pouted. "I don't know about you, but I don't want to take it up with Pere."

Alexia couldn't see that Claudia agreed. If there was something she wanted more than Alexia, it was to carve her spot on the team.

"Alright." She nodded. "But later..."

"We'll see," said Alexia, trying to be as vague as possible, but it was obvious to the both of them that she would cave in sooner or later. "Vamos," she gave Claudia a light smack on her thigh, and the girl giggled as she leaped off the bed, picking up her clothes and pausing to get one more kiss before going to the shower.

Alexia sighed, as she heard the door close. She was so fucked it wasn't even funny.